Disclaimer: I own none of this other than Madison, Hope, a new character
coming up named Amy and the plot. How sad.
A/N: I should be back on track now that I have this computer up and working. I'm feeling pretty motivated at the moment so hopefully I won't delay as long as I did last time in getting new chapters up.
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"Why on earth would they be writing me?" Harry asked, unable to take his eyes off the letter.
"That's why you OPEN it!" Ron said impatiently. Now Ron and Hermione were leaning over the table to see what Harry had. Harry paused for a moment, almost nervous to open it. Finally, he licked his lips and slid his finger under the seal. He then unfolded it and read out loud:
You:
If you're reading this, it must mean you're still crawling upon this planet. I just want you to know that that girls' other family from America called us all in a panic over what happened. Screaming up a storm. When we told them we knew nothing about it, that bat screamed even more. Then this creature of yours showed up and shoved its leg out at me. I thought it was going to pee all over your aunt's tablecloth. So I smacked it, but it came back with paper. I guess it wanted me to write you. Well, I wrote you. Now keep this damn animal out of my home and tell those American loonies to leave us alone!
Vernon Dursley
Harry breathed what must have been a sigh of relief and sat back.
"Wow, what a pleasant man." Said Hermione, who absent-mindedly had her hair draped in Harry's syrup. "Have they ever written to you before?"
"Nu huh." Said Harry. "The most they've ever sent me was a tissue paper for Christmas." He looked over to the Head Table to find Madison watching him. She didn't look remotely happy anymore. She didn't even smile when he caught her gaze. She looked as though she could have broken down in tears.
"What's wrong?" Harry mouthed to her. She shook her head and looked away. 'That's it. Next time I talk to her, I'm going to have her answer some of these questions.' He thought to himself.
His chance came later that night in the common room. He walked in around 7:30 to find the common room packed with the usual Gryffindors doing the homework for the next day or playing chess. Madison was in her usual armchair, writing a letter. Harry walked over and sat opposite to her.
"Hey," she said without looking up.
"Hey." Harry replied. "Can I talk to you for a bit?"
Madison looked up. "Sure." She said as she folded up her piece of parchment. "Shoot."
"Well, first, back when we found out about each other, Dumbledore mentioned something about the Ministry. What's with you and the Ministry?" Harry looked at his sister intently. She looked back.
"Harry, believe me, I'd tell you," She said, then added at Harry's glare: "And I will, I mean, but not here."
"Alright," Harry said approvingly. "Next, what is this I hear about you playing Quidditch?"
"Oh, Harry, that's no secret." Madison said, sounding relieved. "Didn't you ever wonder who was the Gryffindor Seeker before you?"
"Er." Harry had never thought of that before. Wood never mentioned anything about it.
"I was Gryffindor Seeker my second year." She said, grinning at him. "That's when Cedric and I started dating." She had a sort of dazed happy look on her face.
"Why did you leave?" Harry asked. Madison seemed pulled out of her happy-trance.
"Because Wood and I NEVER got along." She said almost bitterly. "He always accused me of defending Cedric and going soft for him because he was my boyfriend. Wood always threatened to kick me off the team, but he never would because I had never missed a Snitch before. well, except for one time."
"I thought the Gryffindor team was really bad before my first year." Harry said, then almost wishing he hadn't. It sounded like he was bragging that he was the best thing to ever happen to the Quidditch team.
"Well, the rest of the team was pretty bad. This was Fred and George's first year as beaters and they weren't aware of how serious the game was. The opposing team would always end up beating us even if I did get the Snitch."
"You said there was one time you didn't get it?" Harry asked, growing more and more interested in the conversation.
"Yes, and that was the last game I ever played here." She replied, looking at her feet. "That game, well,. ok. I was flying around looking for the Snitch, like I always do. I paused to take a break and I happened to be about fifteen feet to Cedric's right. We weren't talking or anything. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Snitch. It was on the other side of Cedric. I was so happy because if I caught it then, it would have been the first game we won all year. So, naturally, I zoomed in front of Cedric for it. To my disadvantage, I was totally unaware that Fred and just sent a bludger Cedric's way and I ended up getting hit instead of getting the Snitch. Wood was so pissed off at me. He claimed that I made us loose the game because I was to lovey-dovey for Cedric. He thought I took the bludger for Cedric. He didn't even care that I had broke my arm and knocked off my broom. At that point, I had had enough. I slapped Wood across the face, yelled at him and told him that if he was too obsessed with winning to even care about his teammates health, then he could find himself another sucker. Then I threw my Quidditch robes at him and didn't talk to him for another year."
"Um, and you're now dating?" Harry asked quizzically. Madison suddenly threw him a toothy grin.
"Yes." She answered in a high-pitched voice. "See, my third year, and about a week before McGonagall found you, he had come to me begging me to return to the team. When I refused, he got all hissy-pissy on me and we began another battle. The weirdest part is that we were fighting so much, that we suddenly stopped and realized we were both totally head over heels for each other. We've been together ever since."
"Can I ask you something?" Harry asked. There was something now that was weighing on his mind.
"That's all you've been doing tonight." Madison replied sweetly.
"So does that mean you believe in love at first sight?" Harry asked. He felt incredibly stupid asking this, but at least he was asking someone who he feels experience.
"I have since my third year." She smiled thoughtfully. "Why?" Now she had Harry cornered. 'Well, it's now or never' he thought to himself.
"Well, I was asking." Harry stuttered. He looked as he feet as he spoke. "because. I kind of like your friend."
"Who?" Madison looked delighted. "Cho?" Harry nodded. Bad mistake. Madison leapt from her seat giggling hysterically. Harry involuntary stood up. She bounded over to him and hugged him, shrieking, "OH MY GOD, Harry, that's SOOOOO cute!!"
Harry finally managed to shake his sister loose. Madison backed off and looked at him with her hands cupped over her mouth. Harry was totally clueless as to why she was acting like this.
"You going to ask her to the Yule Ball?" Madison managed to ask.
"Er, I don't know." Harry lied. He wanted to, but he already did last year. He thought Cho might think him lame to still like her.
"You should." Madison said. Before she had the chance to say anything else, a couple of first years were picking a fight over a sixth year girl. "Hey, both of you, knock it OFF! Twenty points from Gryffindor and if you don't shape up." she took of running in the direction of the boys.
Harry watched Madison pry the two first years apart and send them up to their dorms. He thought like bed seemed like a good idea, so he headed up the stairs after the two squirts.
Harry walked into the dorm to find Ron sitting on his bed talking to a little brown creature. When Harry audibly cleared his throat, the creature suddenly spun around terrified. Frosty.
"What are you doing here, sprout?" Said Harry much more kindly this time. The elf, however, refused to speak.
"Harry, I think there's something up with Madison." Said Ron. "Did she answer all her questions?"
"Um, actually, no." Harry replied. She hadn't told him about the Ministry thing. "It seems like she's trying to hide something from me. What should we do?"
"Do what we always do." Replied Ron, as he shrugged. "Got your invisibility cloak handy?"
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A/N: Yes, sorry again for the delay. Review? Maybe? I NEED you to, or else. I can't live. O_o
A/N: I should be back on track now that I have this computer up and working. I'm feeling pretty motivated at the moment so hopefully I won't delay as long as I did last time in getting new chapters up.
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"Why on earth would they be writing me?" Harry asked, unable to take his eyes off the letter.
"That's why you OPEN it!" Ron said impatiently. Now Ron and Hermione were leaning over the table to see what Harry had. Harry paused for a moment, almost nervous to open it. Finally, he licked his lips and slid his finger under the seal. He then unfolded it and read out loud:
You:
If you're reading this, it must mean you're still crawling upon this planet. I just want you to know that that girls' other family from America called us all in a panic over what happened. Screaming up a storm. When we told them we knew nothing about it, that bat screamed even more. Then this creature of yours showed up and shoved its leg out at me. I thought it was going to pee all over your aunt's tablecloth. So I smacked it, but it came back with paper. I guess it wanted me to write you. Well, I wrote you. Now keep this damn animal out of my home and tell those American loonies to leave us alone!
Vernon Dursley
Harry breathed what must have been a sigh of relief and sat back.
"Wow, what a pleasant man." Said Hermione, who absent-mindedly had her hair draped in Harry's syrup. "Have they ever written to you before?"
"Nu huh." Said Harry. "The most they've ever sent me was a tissue paper for Christmas." He looked over to the Head Table to find Madison watching him. She didn't look remotely happy anymore. She didn't even smile when he caught her gaze. She looked as though she could have broken down in tears.
"What's wrong?" Harry mouthed to her. She shook her head and looked away. 'That's it. Next time I talk to her, I'm going to have her answer some of these questions.' He thought to himself.
His chance came later that night in the common room. He walked in around 7:30 to find the common room packed with the usual Gryffindors doing the homework for the next day or playing chess. Madison was in her usual armchair, writing a letter. Harry walked over and sat opposite to her.
"Hey," she said without looking up.
"Hey." Harry replied. "Can I talk to you for a bit?"
Madison looked up. "Sure." She said as she folded up her piece of parchment. "Shoot."
"Well, first, back when we found out about each other, Dumbledore mentioned something about the Ministry. What's with you and the Ministry?" Harry looked at his sister intently. She looked back.
"Harry, believe me, I'd tell you," She said, then added at Harry's glare: "And I will, I mean, but not here."
"Alright," Harry said approvingly. "Next, what is this I hear about you playing Quidditch?"
"Oh, Harry, that's no secret." Madison said, sounding relieved. "Didn't you ever wonder who was the Gryffindor Seeker before you?"
"Er." Harry had never thought of that before. Wood never mentioned anything about it.
"I was Gryffindor Seeker my second year." She said, grinning at him. "That's when Cedric and I started dating." She had a sort of dazed happy look on her face.
"Why did you leave?" Harry asked. Madison seemed pulled out of her happy-trance.
"Because Wood and I NEVER got along." She said almost bitterly. "He always accused me of defending Cedric and going soft for him because he was my boyfriend. Wood always threatened to kick me off the team, but he never would because I had never missed a Snitch before. well, except for one time."
"I thought the Gryffindor team was really bad before my first year." Harry said, then almost wishing he hadn't. It sounded like he was bragging that he was the best thing to ever happen to the Quidditch team.
"Well, the rest of the team was pretty bad. This was Fred and George's first year as beaters and they weren't aware of how serious the game was. The opposing team would always end up beating us even if I did get the Snitch."
"You said there was one time you didn't get it?" Harry asked, growing more and more interested in the conversation.
"Yes, and that was the last game I ever played here." She replied, looking at her feet. "That game, well,. ok. I was flying around looking for the Snitch, like I always do. I paused to take a break and I happened to be about fifteen feet to Cedric's right. We weren't talking or anything. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Snitch. It was on the other side of Cedric. I was so happy because if I caught it then, it would have been the first game we won all year. So, naturally, I zoomed in front of Cedric for it. To my disadvantage, I was totally unaware that Fred and just sent a bludger Cedric's way and I ended up getting hit instead of getting the Snitch. Wood was so pissed off at me. He claimed that I made us loose the game because I was to lovey-dovey for Cedric. He thought I took the bludger for Cedric. He didn't even care that I had broke my arm and knocked off my broom. At that point, I had had enough. I slapped Wood across the face, yelled at him and told him that if he was too obsessed with winning to even care about his teammates health, then he could find himself another sucker. Then I threw my Quidditch robes at him and didn't talk to him for another year."
"Um, and you're now dating?" Harry asked quizzically. Madison suddenly threw him a toothy grin.
"Yes." She answered in a high-pitched voice. "See, my third year, and about a week before McGonagall found you, he had come to me begging me to return to the team. When I refused, he got all hissy-pissy on me and we began another battle. The weirdest part is that we were fighting so much, that we suddenly stopped and realized we were both totally head over heels for each other. We've been together ever since."
"Can I ask you something?" Harry asked. There was something now that was weighing on his mind.
"That's all you've been doing tonight." Madison replied sweetly.
"So does that mean you believe in love at first sight?" Harry asked. He felt incredibly stupid asking this, but at least he was asking someone who he feels experience.
"I have since my third year." She smiled thoughtfully. "Why?" Now she had Harry cornered. 'Well, it's now or never' he thought to himself.
"Well, I was asking." Harry stuttered. He looked as he feet as he spoke. "because. I kind of like your friend."
"Who?" Madison looked delighted. "Cho?" Harry nodded. Bad mistake. Madison leapt from her seat giggling hysterically. Harry involuntary stood up. She bounded over to him and hugged him, shrieking, "OH MY GOD, Harry, that's SOOOOO cute!!"
Harry finally managed to shake his sister loose. Madison backed off and looked at him with her hands cupped over her mouth. Harry was totally clueless as to why she was acting like this.
"You going to ask her to the Yule Ball?" Madison managed to ask.
"Er, I don't know." Harry lied. He wanted to, but he already did last year. He thought Cho might think him lame to still like her.
"You should." Madison said. Before she had the chance to say anything else, a couple of first years were picking a fight over a sixth year girl. "Hey, both of you, knock it OFF! Twenty points from Gryffindor and if you don't shape up." she took of running in the direction of the boys.
Harry watched Madison pry the two first years apart and send them up to their dorms. He thought like bed seemed like a good idea, so he headed up the stairs after the two squirts.
Harry walked into the dorm to find Ron sitting on his bed talking to a little brown creature. When Harry audibly cleared his throat, the creature suddenly spun around terrified. Frosty.
"What are you doing here, sprout?" Said Harry much more kindly this time. The elf, however, refused to speak.
"Harry, I think there's something up with Madison." Said Ron. "Did she answer all her questions?"
"Um, actually, no." Harry replied. She hadn't told him about the Ministry thing. "It seems like she's trying to hide something from me. What should we do?"
"Do what we always do." Replied Ron, as he shrugged. "Got your invisibility cloak handy?"
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A/N: Yes, sorry again for the delay. Review? Maybe? I NEED you to, or else. I can't live. O_o