Disclaimer: Yeah, you guys know that I only own Madison, the plot, Hope,
and a new character. I am not as bright as JK Rowling.
A/N: At the moment, I'm sorta pissed. Hopefully, it won't reflect too much in my writing.
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Harry whizzed around in his chair to look straight at Madison. He heard Ron gulp in the darkness, he was only half aware of Ron tugging at his shirt.
"Madison?" he whispered apologetically. Hopefully, they weren't in too big a trouble. The lumpy figure just remained still. "Um, I'm really sorry if we woke you." Still no movement.
"We'll just be leaving now!" said Ron, edging towards the door, the seam of Harry's shirt still in his grip. Both boys were completely terrified. They had yet to see the full wrath of Madison; but they never wanted it directly at them, especially at this time of night.
Just as Ron reached for the door handle, the shadow of Madison gave a huge grunt and collapsed back into bed. Ron looked stupidly at Harry, while Harry just blinked.
"I knew she wasn't really awake." Ron whispered as they shut the door and started heading down the staircase.
~*~
"You two blockhead!" Hermione snapped. She then threw her fist down to the breakfast table. Harry watched as her toast flew over to Neville's plate. "I can't believe you two just waltzed into her room last night and decided to take a browse through her personal stuff! Do you have ANY idea how much trouble you could get into for even being in the Head Girls room without permission?!"
"Relax." Replied Ron smoothly as he set down his orange juice. "She doesn't know. She was asleep the whole time. What's it to you anyway? You haven't even hung out with us once all year. It's not like you're going to get in trouble for it."
"Ron, shut up." Said Harry. He wasn't remotely in the mood to listen to them bicker again. Hermione was about to open her mouth to kick Ron while he was down. "You too, Hermione."
"Well, why didn't you just ask your sister instead of digging into her privacy?" Hermione then said defiantly. She folded her arms and pretended not to notice Ron faking his own death by stabbing himself in the neck with a fork.
"I tried, but she wouldn't answer."
"Try again." Hermione leaned over the table.
"Good morning, three musketeers." Said a cheery voice from behind Hermione. Harry looked up and saw Madison's face glowing. "Just came by to see how everyone's doing."
"Well, my bum itches." Fred piped in from one table over. Madison threw a killer look at him.
"Then bend over." She said politely. Fred looked back down at his hotcakes. "Anyway, I hope all of you remember that now would be a good time to start searching for Yule Ball dates. It being November now and all. Don't wait too long or no one will be left. Have a good day!" She walked off to the next group of people.
"Isn't it a little early for that?" Harry asked quizzically.
"Actually, I don't think so." Piped in a very pretty voice from the table behind Harry. He turned around to see Cho smiling at him. "It give you time to find." giggle "the perfect date."
Harry blushed madly before turning back around. Before Ron had the chance to make fun of him, Madison was back tapping Harry's shoulder.
"By the way, Harry," she started. "let me know next time you want to snoop through my stuff." She gave him a deadly look and walked off. Hermione snorted so hard that she started to choke on her juice.
"Uh oh." Said Ron as he gave Hermione a good whack on the back.
~*~
Harry knew he was in trouble after that. That night, Harry walked into the common room, hoping to escape Madison. But there she was; sitting on the steps that led to the girls dormitories, glaring at him. He gave her a weak smile and started walking towards the boys staircase; hopefully, she'd let him go.
"Where do you think you're going?" Madison asked darkly. She took her wand out from her robes and whispered something inaudibly. Before Harry knew what hit him, he was floating above the ground and slowly drifting towards Madison. He desperately made a grab for a chair to stop him, but it was no use. Madison turned and started walking up the stairs with Harry lazily floating behind her.
When they got into her room, she dropped him down onto her bed. Harry began to look around panicky for an escape route. His sister was standing by the window with her arms crossed angrily.
"What's the matter with you?!" Madison snapped suddenly. "What made you go through my private stuff??"
"I, um." Harry stuttered. 'This is it. I'm going to die tonight.' He thought to himself.
"Do you not trust me or something?!" Madison hissed. Harry could have sworn her eyes just flashed red. 'Yup. I'm dead. And everyone thought Voldemort would be the one to finish me off.'
"To be honest, I don't think I do." Harry replied cooly. He was surprised at his own bravery. Apparently, so was Madison. "You avoid a lot of my questions." If Madison was pissed to begin with, that was nothing compared to how she was now.
"SO THAT AUTOMATICALLY MAKES IT RIGHT TO JUST STOLL INTO MY ROOM WHILE I'M SLEEPING AND READ MY MAIL??" she bellowed at him. Harry quickly shrunk back. "What do you want to know then? What is so important that you have to raid through my things behind my back?"
"Well, I want to know what you have to do with the Ministry." Harry asked quietly. He grabbed a pillow and held it in his lap as though it would protect him from a possible air attack. Madison looked thoughtfully at him, then settled herself in her window seat. She propped her head up on her knees and looked out at the moon.
"All right." Madison said without looking at him. "I'll tell you.'
"I'm a spy for the Ministry."
"What?" asked Harry puzzled. "How could you be a spy? Your still in school."
"Yeah, I know." She turned and looked at him. "Ok, see, before I had any idea about me being a Potter, the Ministry wrote to my family back in America. I never got to see the letter, but Dumbledore explained it later. The Ministry knew I'd be one of the top students in school, along with Hermione, but since I had Potter blood, I'd be excellent working for them because mom and dad both were. They told my American family that they'd have to send me to Hogwarts to be schooled and start a career with the Ministry or they'd come and take me away. They chose to just send me here because the Ministry said if they did, I wouldn't find my true identity. So I've been a spy ever since my first year here. I was fully trained by the time I was ten. I had worked with some of the best Aurors around. The students aren't supposed to know. Do you understand me? You cannot tell a single soul about this." She was looking him dead in the eye.
'Yes' is what Harry tried to say, but he couldn't. He merely nodded.
"Well, you can tell Ron and Hermione if you want to." Madison said as she looked out the window. "If you can trust them, then I guess I can too. But no one else."
"Does the school know?" Harry asked stupidly. 'Of course the school knows.' He thought.
"Yeah." She replied. "I work with Snape. That's part of the reason he likes me. Or liked me. Does he not like you or something?"
"He hates me." Harry said flatly.
"Why?" she asked, becoming more curious. Madison got up off the window seat and sat down on her bed next to her brother. "What did you do to him?"
"What did I do to him?!" Harry exasperated. "What did I do to him?! I didn't do anything! That ugly git had a problem with dad so he naturally hates us!" Madison looked at him stupidly.
"Well, he's really a sweet man." She said turning her back to Harry, where he instinctively started to play with her hair. "I'll talk to him. There's no reason to hate us for whatever dad did."
"I doubt he'll listen." Harry replied as he worked on her sloppy braid. "Why do you have a laptop though? I thought those things didn't work on campus."
"The Ministry gave it to me to keep in contact with me. It's much safer than owls and they figured hardly anyone in the school would know how to use one." Madison said. "Except for you. Anyway, the Ministry got Mr. Weasley to legally tamper with it for me to get to work on batteries while it's in the school."
"Ah" Harry said. The was a bit of a pause where Madison looked at him kind of funny.
"Anything else?" she asked him kindly. Talk about mood swings. Harry thought for a minute.
"Nothing that I can think of." He replied, returning her kindness. "I'm going to go to bed. Night."
"Night." Madison said softly as he walked out the door.
~*~
"Who's that new girl?" whispered Ron the next morning in Defense Against the Dark Arts. He was gesturing towards a girl sitting in the back. Harry turned around to get a better look at her. She was very skinny with short, spiky blonde hair and black eyeliner underlining her eyes; she was also in Slytherin. She wasn't smiling either. In fact, when she saw Harry looking at her, she blew him a "you mess with me, you die" sarcastic kiss.
"I don't know." Harry said, facing the front of the class again.
"She's pretty, but she'd be prettier if she'd smile." said Ron who was still looking at her. ".and if she would put her middle finger down."
"Ahem." Professor Hope cleared her throat at Harry and Ron. "I'd like all of you to welcome Amy Schmutz to our class. She's new from America." She paused for a moment then returned to the front of the class. "I hope you all did your assignment. I want you to get into groups of three to work on the poster that we started last class. Amy, I want you to go ahead and join Ron, Harry and Hermione."
Harry glanced over his shoulder and saw Amy back there smiling morbidly. She then got up and slowly glided towards them. Amy stopped next to Harry's desk and smiled down at him.
"Er, hi." Harry said stupidly. Amy narrowed her eyes at Harry then turned her head towards Ron, to whom she smiled and took a seat next to him and Hermione.
"Well, how about you tell us a little about yourself." Asked Hermione politely. Amy looked at Hermione with slight interest before answering.
"Well, I'm from America and if any of you have a problem with it, then I know of a couple good places where you can stick it." Amy said sweetly back to Hermione. "I'm in Slytherin, I'm a 5th year, I enjoy burning things, I like to make fun of bucktoothed, bushy haired girls (Hermione blushed) and I thoroughly enjoy guys with red hair." Ron's face turned to a deep purple.
".interesting." Harry managed to gulp. "Well, let's get to work."
~*~
A/N: Not a cliff hanger this time, but next chapter, we start off at the Yule Ball. Can't wait. So whattcha think of little Miss. Amy Schmutz?
A/N: At the moment, I'm sorta pissed. Hopefully, it won't reflect too much in my writing.
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Harry whizzed around in his chair to look straight at Madison. He heard Ron gulp in the darkness, he was only half aware of Ron tugging at his shirt.
"Madison?" he whispered apologetically. Hopefully, they weren't in too big a trouble. The lumpy figure just remained still. "Um, I'm really sorry if we woke you." Still no movement.
"We'll just be leaving now!" said Ron, edging towards the door, the seam of Harry's shirt still in his grip. Both boys were completely terrified. They had yet to see the full wrath of Madison; but they never wanted it directly at them, especially at this time of night.
Just as Ron reached for the door handle, the shadow of Madison gave a huge grunt and collapsed back into bed. Ron looked stupidly at Harry, while Harry just blinked.
"I knew she wasn't really awake." Ron whispered as they shut the door and started heading down the staircase.
~*~
"You two blockhead!" Hermione snapped. She then threw her fist down to the breakfast table. Harry watched as her toast flew over to Neville's plate. "I can't believe you two just waltzed into her room last night and decided to take a browse through her personal stuff! Do you have ANY idea how much trouble you could get into for even being in the Head Girls room without permission?!"
"Relax." Replied Ron smoothly as he set down his orange juice. "She doesn't know. She was asleep the whole time. What's it to you anyway? You haven't even hung out with us once all year. It's not like you're going to get in trouble for it."
"Ron, shut up." Said Harry. He wasn't remotely in the mood to listen to them bicker again. Hermione was about to open her mouth to kick Ron while he was down. "You too, Hermione."
"Well, why didn't you just ask your sister instead of digging into her privacy?" Hermione then said defiantly. She folded her arms and pretended not to notice Ron faking his own death by stabbing himself in the neck with a fork.
"I tried, but she wouldn't answer."
"Try again." Hermione leaned over the table.
"Good morning, three musketeers." Said a cheery voice from behind Hermione. Harry looked up and saw Madison's face glowing. "Just came by to see how everyone's doing."
"Well, my bum itches." Fred piped in from one table over. Madison threw a killer look at him.
"Then bend over." She said politely. Fred looked back down at his hotcakes. "Anyway, I hope all of you remember that now would be a good time to start searching for Yule Ball dates. It being November now and all. Don't wait too long or no one will be left. Have a good day!" She walked off to the next group of people.
"Isn't it a little early for that?" Harry asked quizzically.
"Actually, I don't think so." Piped in a very pretty voice from the table behind Harry. He turned around to see Cho smiling at him. "It give you time to find." giggle "the perfect date."
Harry blushed madly before turning back around. Before Ron had the chance to make fun of him, Madison was back tapping Harry's shoulder.
"By the way, Harry," she started. "let me know next time you want to snoop through my stuff." She gave him a deadly look and walked off. Hermione snorted so hard that she started to choke on her juice.
"Uh oh." Said Ron as he gave Hermione a good whack on the back.
~*~
Harry knew he was in trouble after that. That night, Harry walked into the common room, hoping to escape Madison. But there she was; sitting on the steps that led to the girls dormitories, glaring at him. He gave her a weak smile and started walking towards the boys staircase; hopefully, she'd let him go.
"Where do you think you're going?" Madison asked darkly. She took her wand out from her robes and whispered something inaudibly. Before Harry knew what hit him, he was floating above the ground and slowly drifting towards Madison. He desperately made a grab for a chair to stop him, but it was no use. Madison turned and started walking up the stairs with Harry lazily floating behind her.
When they got into her room, she dropped him down onto her bed. Harry began to look around panicky for an escape route. His sister was standing by the window with her arms crossed angrily.
"What's the matter with you?!" Madison snapped suddenly. "What made you go through my private stuff??"
"I, um." Harry stuttered. 'This is it. I'm going to die tonight.' He thought to himself.
"Do you not trust me or something?!" Madison hissed. Harry could have sworn her eyes just flashed red. 'Yup. I'm dead. And everyone thought Voldemort would be the one to finish me off.'
"To be honest, I don't think I do." Harry replied cooly. He was surprised at his own bravery. Apparently, so was Madison. "You avoid a lot of my questions." If Madison was pissed to begin with, that was nothing compared to how she was now.
"SO THAT AUTOMATICALLY MAKES IT RIGHT TO JUST STOLL INTO MY ROOM WHILE I'M SLEEPING AND READ MY MAIL??" she bellowed at him. Harry quickly shrunk back. "What do you want to know then? What is so important that you have to raid through my things behind my back?"
"Well, I want to know what you have to do with the Ministry." Harry asked quietly. He grabbed a pillow and held it in his lap as though it would protect him from a possible air attack. Madison looked thoughtfully at him, then settled herself in her window seat. She propped her head up on her knees and looked out at the moon.
"All right." Madison said without looking at him. "I'll tell you.'
"I'm a spy for the Ministry."
"What?" asked Harry puzzled. "How could you be a spy? Your still in school."
"Yeah, I know." She turned and looked at him. "Ok, see, before I had any idea about me being a Potter, the Ministry wrote to my family back in America. I never got to see the letter, but Dumbledore explained it later. The Ministry knew I'd be one of the top students in school, along with Hermione, but since I had Potter blood, I'd be excellent working for them because mom and dad both were. They told my American family that they'd have to send me to Hogwarts to be schooled and start a career with the Ministry or they'd come and take me away. They chose to just send me here because the Ministry said if they did, I wouldn't find my true identity. So I've been a spy ever since my first year here. I was fully trained by the time I was ten. I had worked with some of the best Aurors around. The students aren't supposed to know. Do you understand me? You cannot tell a single soul about this." She was looking him dead in the eye.
'Yes' is what Harry tried to say, but he couldn't. He merely nodded.
"Well, you can tell Ron and Hermione if you want to." Madison said as she looked out the window. "If you can trust them, then I guess I can too. But no one else."
"Does the school know?" Harry asked stupidly. 'Of course the school knows.' He thought.
"Yeah." She replied. "I work with Snape. That's part of the reason he likes me. Or liked me. Does he not like you or something?"
"He hates me." Harry said flatly.
"Why?" she asked, becoming more curious. Madison got up off the window seat and sat down on her bed next to her brother. "What did you do to him?"
"What did I do to him?!" Harry exasperated. "What did I do to him?! I didn't do anything! That ugly git had a problem with dad so he naturally hates us!" Madison looked at him stupidly.
"Well, he's really a sweet man." She said turning her back to Harry, where he instinctively started to play with her hair. "I'll talk to him. There's no reason to hate us for whatever dad did."
"I doubt he'll listen." Harry replied as he worked on her sloppy braid. "Why do you have a laptop though? I thought those things didn't work on campus."
"The Ministry gave it to me to keep in contact with me. It's much safer than owls and they figured hardly anyone in the school would know how to use one." Madison said. "Except for you. Anyway, the Ministry got Mr. Weasley to legally tamper with it for me to get to work on batteries while it's in the school."
"Ah" Harry said. The was a bit of a pause where Madison looked at him kind of funny.
"Anything else?" she asked him kindly. Talk about mood swings. Harry thought for a minute.
"Nothing that I can think of." He replied, returning her kindness. "I'm going to go to bed. Night."
"Night." Madison said softly as he walked out the door.
~*~
"Who's that new girl?" whispered Ron the next morning in Defense Against the Dark Arts. He was gesturing towards a girl sitting in the back. Harry turned around to get a better look at her. She was very skinny with short, spiky blonde hair and black eyeliner underlining her eyes; she was also in Slytherin. She wasn't smiling either. In fact, when she saw Harry looking at her, she blew him a "you mess with me, you die" sarcastic kiss.
"I don't know." Harry said, facing the front of the class again.
"She's pretty, but she'd be prettier if she'd smile." said Ron who was still looking at her. ".and if she would put her middle finger down."
"Ahem." Professor Hope cleared her throat at Harry and Ron. "I'd like all of you to welcome Amy Schmutz to our class. She's new from America." She paused for a moment then returned to the front of the class. "I hope you all did your assignment. I want you to get into groups of three to work on the poster that we started last class. Amy, I want you to go ahead and join Ron, Harry and Hermione."
Harry glanced over his shoulder and saw Amy back there smiling morbidly. She then got up and slowly glided towards them. Amy stopped next to Harry's desk and smiled down at him.
"Er, hi." Harry said stupidly. Amy narrowed her eyes at Harry then turned her head towards Ron, to whom she smiled and took a seat next to him and Hermione.
"Well, how about you tell us a little about yourself." Asked Hermione politely. Amy looked at Hermione with slight interest before answering.
"Well, I'm from America and if any of you have a problem with it, then I know of a couple good places where you can stick it." Amy said sweetly back to Hermione. "I'm in Slytherin, I'm a 5th year, I enjoy burning things, I like to make fun of bucktoothed, bushy haired girls (Hermione blushed) and I thoroughly enjoy guys with red hair." Ron's face turned to a deep purple.
".interesting." Harry managed to gulp. "Well, let's get to work."
~*~
A/N: Not a cliff hanger this time, but next chapter, we start off at the Yule Ball. Can't wait. So whattcha think of little Miss. Amy Schmutz?