Disclaimer: Ok, this is the last one I'm going to write. I am so damn sick
of these. By now, you all ought to know that I own only Madison, the plot,
Frosty, Amy, Hope. some others, but everything else belongs to JK Rowling.
A/N: Sorry about the delay in this chapter. I haven't been really motivated lately. In fact, I've been on the opposite of motivation. This chapter is rather short, but I hope you like it all the same. I'll try to pick up my act here.
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"Welcome back everybody." said professor Hope quietly, even though it didn't sound like she was too happy to see them all back. "I trust you had a good holiday."
Harry glanced over at Ron whom was now seated across the room. Ron looked back with the cheesiest grin on his face.
"However, I trust most of you, if not all of you, forgot to do your reports on banshees." Hope continued on with a hint of malice in her voice. Harry, like many others, began to shuffle madly through his papers.
'What am I looking for?' he thought to himself. 'I know I didn't do it.'. Apparently, the same thought struck everyone else as they looked at Hope blankly.
"Tisk, tisk." said Hope through her morbid grin while waving her index finger in the air. "Not a good way to start the new year."
Amy coughed. Harry looked over at her as she pointedly pulled out her two- roll parchment report. Just as Amy got out of her seat to take her paper up to Hope, Snape came striding through the door. Amy stopped dead in her tracks and glared at him as he walked over to Hope. They whispered for a few moments. Amy made no movement whatsoever. After a moment, Snape slinked away from Hope and noticed Amy watching him. He shot her a subtle, but deadly cold look. She narrowed her eyes and watched him like a hawk until he was completely out of the room.
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Harry sat quietly in his room alone that night. He had the curtains around his four-poster drawn shut as he longingly flipped through the photos of his parents in his album. He stared at ones that had the three of them for a while. Then it hit him, how come there were no pictures of Madison in the family pictures? He flipped through them frantically for his sister until suddenly, he stumbled upon a picture he had not noticed before. It was his mum, dad, him, and Madison sitting in front of a Christmas tree. The only thing, Madison was somewhat slinked away from the rest of the family. She looked like she had a hurt look on her face as if she had been disowned.
Meanwhile.
Madison was slipping off into an uneasy sleep. She dreamt horrible things. More reliving memories than dreams. She was a small girl.
"Mommy! Can I hold Harry?" She heard the tiny voice escape her body. The lovely woman with red hair looked down at her from her rocking chair with a baby blue bundle in her arms.
"I'm sorry, Honey, but you're just too small." Suddenly, a tall man burst through the door.
"Lily, is everything alright? I thought I heard the baby crying." He said as he strode over to the woman with a worrisome look on his face. He put his arm around her and looked down at the whimpering bundle and smiled.
"No, James." Lily lovingly replied back to her husband. Baby Madison stood dumbstruck. She wasn't getting any attention.
"Daddy!" Her tiny voice cried. Her father didn't seem to hear her. "DADDY!" She called again. Still, no reply.
Finally, her father noticed her presence.
"Oh, baby, what are you still doing up?" James said as her walked over and scooped his daughter into his arms. Madison smiled at the thought of attention from her birth father. "Sweety, I'm going to go put Michelle back to bed."
The happiness escaped Madison. Michelle??
Then, the dream turned into nightmare. Her father walked her silently down the hall. The hallway seemed to get darker and darker and colder and colder until finally, they reached the end of the hall. He opened a door off the right. James opened the door and, to Madison's unfortunate surprise, violently tossed her in. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, she landed into a rock hard crib. Madison picked herself up and peered through the bars of her cage, er, crib, at her father.
"You stay in there until morning, do you understand me?" He barked viciously. Before Madison could even make a desperate call for her mother, her father slammed the door.
"MOM" Madison woke up screaming and in a cold sweat. She was shaking like mad. Madison looked around her environment to ensure it wasn't reality. Of course, she found herself in the safety of her own dorm.
"It was just a dream, Maddy." She said to herself. She took the corner of her sheet and gently wiped her face free of moisture. Madison rolled out of bed stumbled around in the darkness until she found her oil lamp that was sitting on her vanity and lit it. She looked at her reflection. 'That must have been some nightmare to make me toss and turn like that' she thought to herself by observation of her hair.
Madison looked around at all her belongings that were scattered about the tabletop. She was very thankful to have them. She picked up a hairbrush and studied it fondly. Then something caught her eye. Something that had not been there when she went to bed. Madison reached for a ripped piece of paper with a note scribbled on it.
Ms. Potter
Frosty writes to you as Frosty did not want to wake the slumbering mistress. Frosty needs your help. She tooks it! She tooks it and she won't gives it back! She tooks it to give to him! He wants it to harm Master Potter! Catch her! Catch her!
The note was not signed, but Madison didn't need a signature to know who it was from, hopefully, neither do you. Madison read the note over and over again. 'This was written hastily' She thought to herself. 'But what on earth does he mean? Who took what?'
By now, Madison was so intrigued by the letter, that she forgot about sleep. Instead, she threw on her best bathrobe and slippers and out the door she went in search of the house-elf.
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A/N: Sorry, very short chapter. I figured I'd be mean this time and leave you with a cliffhanger. Hopefully, that note didn't sound too familiar. I've been watching Lord of the Rings lately and it might sound sort of "Gollumish" Heh, enjoy anyway.
A/N: Sorry about the delay in this chapter. I haven't been really motivated lately. In fact, I've been on the opposite of motivation. This chapter is rather short, but I hope you like it all the same. I'll try to pick up my act here.
~*~*~
"Welcome back everybody." said professor Hope quietly, even though it didn't sound like she was too happy to see them all back. "I trust you had a good holiday."
Harry glanced over at Ron whom was now seated across the room. Ron looked back with the cheesiest grin on his face.
"However, I trust most of you, if not all of you, forgot to do your reports on banshees." Hope continued on with a hint of malice in her voice. Harry, like many others, began to shuffle madly through his papers.
'What am I looking for?' he thought to himself. 'I know I didn't do it.'. Apparently, the same thought struck everyone else as they looked at Hope blankly.
"Tisk, tisk." said Hope through her morbid grin while waving her index finger in the air. "Not a good way to start the new year."
Amy coughed. Harry looked over at her as she pointedly pulled out her two- roll parchment report. Just as Amy got out of her seat to take her paper up to Hope, Snape came striding through the door. Amy stopped dead in her tracks and glared at him as he walked over to Hope. They whispered for a few moments. Amy made no movement whatsoever. After a moment, Snape slinked away from Hope and noticed Amy watching him. He shot her a subtle, but deadly cold look. She narrowed her eyes and watched him like a hawk until he was completely out of the room.
~*~
Harry sat quietly in his room alone that night. He had the curtains around his four-poster drawn shut as he longingly flipped through the photos of his parents in his album. He stared at ones that had the three of them for a while. Then it hit him, how come there were no pictures of Madison in the family pictures? He flipped through them frantically for his sister until suddenly, he stumbled upon a picture he had not noticed before. It was his mum, dad, him, and Madison sitting in front of a Christmas tree. The only thing, Madison was somewhat slinked away from the rest of the family. She looked like she had a hurt look on her face as if she had been disowned.
Meanwhile.
Madison was slipping off into an uneasy sleep. She dreamt horrible things. More reliving memories than dreams. She was a small girl.
"Mommy! Can I hold Harry?" She heard the tiny voice escape her body. The lovely woman with red hair looked down at her from her rocking chair with a baby blue bundle in her arms.
"I'm sorry, Honey, but you're just too small." Suddenly, a tall man burst through the door.
"Lily, is everything alright? I thought I heard the baby crying." He said as he strode over to the woman with a worrisome look on his face. He put his arm around her and looked down at the whimpering bundle and smiled.
"No, James." Lily lovingly replied back to her husband. Baby Madison stood dumbstruck. She wasn't getting any attention.
"Daddy!" Her tiny voice cried. Her father didn't seem to hear her. "DADDY!" She called again. Still, no reply.
Finally, her father noticed her presence.
"Oh, baby, what are you still doing up?" James said as her walked over and scooped his daughter into his arms. Madison smiled at the thought of attention from her birth father. "Sweety, I'm going to go put Michelle back to bed."
The happiness escaped Madison. Michelle??
Then, the dream turned into nightmare. Her father walked her silently down the hall. The hallway seemed to get darker and darker and colder and colder until finally, they reached the end of the hall. He opened a door off the right. James opened the door and, to Madison's unfortunate surprise, violently tossed her in. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, she landed into a rock hard crib. Madison picked herself up and peered through the bars of her cage, er, crib, at her father.
"You stay in there until morning, do you understand me?" He barked viciously. Before Madison could even make a desperate call for her mother, her father slammed the door.
"MOM" Madison woke up screaming and in a cold sweat. She was shaking like mad. Madison looked around her environment to ensure it wasn't reality. Of course, she found herself in the safety of her own dorm.
"It was just a dream, Maddy." She said to herself. She took the corner of her sheet and gently wiped her face free of moisture. Madison rolled out of bed stumbled around in the darkness until she found her oil lamp that was sitting on her vanity and lit it. She looked at her reflection. 'That must have been some nightmare to make me toss and turn like that' she thought to herself by observation of her hair.
Madison looked around at all her belongings that were scattered about the tabletop. She was very thankful to have them. She picked up a hairbrush and studied it fondly. Then something caught her eye. Something that had not been there when she went to bed. Madison reached for a ripped piece of paper with a note scribbled on it.
Ms. Potter
Frosty writes to you as Frosty did not want to wake the slumbering mistress. Frosty needs your help. She tooks it! She tooks it and she won't gives it back! She tooks it to give to him! He wants it to harm Master Potter! Catch her! Catch her!
The note was not signed, but Madison didn't need a signature to know who it was from, hopefully, neither do you. Madison read the note over and over again. 'This was written hastily' She thought to herself. 'But what on earth does he mean? Who took what?'
By now, Madison was so intrigued by the letter, that she forgot about sleep. Instead, she threw on her best bathrobe and slippers and out the door she went in search of the house-elf.
~*~*~
A/N: Sorry, very short chapter. I figured I'd be mean this time and leave you with a cliffhanger. Hopefully, that note didn't sound too familiar. I've been watching Lord of the Rings lately and it might sound sort of "Gollumish" Heh, enjoy anyway.