"The Slythindor"
By Chou aka Tash Bita
Summary: Fifth year Cassidy Crow, is starting out fresh at Hogwarts. The sorting hat's having a lot of trouble deciding where to put her. Slytherin? Or Gryffindor? Befriending both Slytherins and Gryrffindors, both houses are where she belongs. But where? WHERE?! She can't wait to meet the legendary Harry Potter she's heard so much about! But then she finds it's not Harry she's falling for… It's Ron!! Hogwarts has many new choices in store for young Cassidy. Never has she had tasks so difficult as this.
A/N: Cassidy wanders into Quality Quidditch Supplies, and finds the broomstick of her dreams. She hasn't got enough money for it, and her mom absolutely hates quidditch. What will she do? Borrow 50 galleons from Harry Potter of course!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter ;_; and I never will!! But I do own the Serpentine broomstick, Kuro-Shiro, Cassidy, and the rest of the lot in Cass's family.
The Slythindor
Ch 2: Serpentine
Cassidy went to have a quick look around Quality Quidditch Supplies, while her mother booked a room in The Leaky Cauldron for a place to spend the night before the big day. She walked up an isle of hanging broomsticks, and down another, until she came across something remarkable. The most beautiful thing she'd ever seen in a quidditch shop before.
A flawless dark green broomstick with a silver glistening grip, and the odd strands of silver twigs blended in with the dark green ones. Cassidy ran her fingers along the smooth imprinted name of the broomstick. 'Serpentine' she read aloud. 'wow.' she picked the broom off its vertical rack, and held it out in front of her. Cassidy had never been the biggest quidditch fan, although she did sort of like it. She'd asked her mother once if she could be on a quidditch team, but for some reason her mom didn't like the concept of people flying around on brooms fifty feet above the ground, hurtling things the size and weight of ten-pin bowling balls at each other. So Cassidy had never even been on a 'little tykes' quidditch team.
From the moment she caught sight of the Serpentine, Cassidy knew she absolutely had to play quidditch. She felt the top of the broom handle, cut and sanded down to perfection. The soft, rubber grip, then the bend just below the middle. She wanted it so bad. She needed it. But she dared not check the price tag. Cassidy had a couple hundred galleons on her. A lot of money that she didn't know what to spend on… that was supposed to be for savings. But -- she thought about trying to persuade her mom into this.
Slowly, very slowly, Cassidy turned over the tag handing from around the grip. 260 galleons. She felt her heart sink. She only had 210. She'd never get to borrow 50 from her mom. Even if she did manage to get the money, Mrs. Crow would go ballistic if she knew what it was for. Cassidy remained standing in the isle, grasping the Serpentine tightly in her hands, for minutes on end. New thoughts flying through her head, she considered them all, but none seemed to be realistic.
'That's a great broomstick.' said an unfamiliar voice. Cassidy whirled around suddenly, snapping out of her thoughts. A boy of her age with dark brown hair and round glasses magnifying beautiful green eyes stood there. He must've noticed her admiring the Serpentine. How long had she been standing there? How long had he been watching?
'oh.' was all she replied. She starred blankly at the boy. 'ya.' she added, sounding quite stupid.
'You seem to have picked out one of the best brooms. Do you know a lot about them?' the boy asked.
'oh, um… no, not really.' Cassidy said very honestly. She kept starring at the boy. He was extremely good looking. Cassidy wondered… 'My mum hates quidditch. Thinks it's too "dangerous". So I've never been aloud to play.' she said. 'Do you know a lot, then?' the boy nodded.
'Ya. I've got a Firebolt. And I'm the seeker on the Gryffindor team at Hogwarts.' 'I knew it was true!' Cassidy squealed suddenly, nearly dropping the precious Serpentine, then quickly fumbling to grab hold of it. The boy gave a surprised laugh.
'What?' he asked.
'You're the famous Harry Potter! Aren't you?! Can I see your scar?' then she stopped. 'oh, sorry. You probably get a lot of that -- don't you?' the boy smiled.
'Yes, I'm Harry. And I do get a lot of that. But never mined, who are you?'
'Cassidy Crow. I'm starting fifth year at Hogwarts. But it's also my first year there. You're in fifth year too, aren't you?' Harry nodded.
'Ya. Maybe we'll be in the same house. Hope to see you there! Well, I gotta go look for a broom called a Lightning Rod.. hey wait, how'd you like to help me find it?' Harry suggested. A smile spread across Cassidy's face.
'Okay!', she said. 'I'm gonna bring this with me. I've somehow got to get 50 galleons more for this. But I don't see how I'm ever gonna persuade my mum.' Cassidy sighed sadly. Harry checked his money bag.
'um…', he started. 'the Lightning Rod's only 200 galleons… and I've got… 40, 50, 60, 70 left over. I can lend you 50 if you like.. you can pay me back when I see you on the Hogwarts Express.' Cassidy lit up with delight.
'What?? You'd lend me money?! But -- you don't even know me! I heard Harry Potter was generous, but this is unrealistic! Are you serious??!' Cassidy was so overjoyed, she nearly hugged Harry. But she'd already been too weird to begin with. Harry smiled, and looked to the back wall of the store.
'Oh, there's that Lightning Rod. C'mon, Cassidy.'
By Chou aka Tash Bita
Summary: Fifth year Cassidy Crow, is starting out fresh at Hogwarts. The sorting hat's having a lot of trouble deciding where to put her. Slytherin? Or Gryffindor? Befriending both Slytherins and Gryrffindors, both houses are where she belongs. But where? WHERE?! She can't wait to meet the legendary Harry Potter she's heard so much about! But then she finds it's not Harry she's falling for… It's Ron!! Hogwarts has many new choices in store for young Cassidy. Never has she had tasks so difficult as this.
A/N: Cassidy wanders into Quality Quidditch Supplies, and finds the broomstick of her dreams. She hasn't got enough money for it, and her mom absolutely hates quidditch. What will she do? Borrow 50 galleons from Harry Potter of course!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter ;_; and I never will!! But I do own the Serpentine broomstick, Kuro-Shiro, Cassidy, and the rest of the lot in Cass's family.
The Slythindor
Ch 2: Serpentine
Cassidy went to have a quick look around Quality Quidditch Supplies, while her mother booked a room in The Leaky Cauldron for a place to spend the night before the big day. She walked up an isle of hanging broomsticks, and down another, until she came across something remarkable. The most beautiful thing she'd ever seen in a quidditch shop before.
A flawless dark green broomstick with a silver glistening grip, and the odd strands of silver twigs blended in with the dark green ones. Cassidy ran her fingers along the smooth imprinted name of the broomstick. 'Serpentine' she read aloud. 'wow.' she picked the broom off its vertical rack, and held it out in front of her. Cassidy had never been the biggest quidditch fan, although she did sort of like it. She'd asked her mother once if she could be on a quidditch team, but for some reason her mom didn't like the concept of people flying around on brooms fifty feet above the ground, hurtling things the size and weight of ten-pin bowling balls at each other. So Cassidy had never even been on a 'little tykes' quidditch team.
From the moment she caught sight of the Serpentine, Cassidy knew she absolutely had to play quidditch. She felt the top of the broom handle, cut and sanded down to perfection. The soft, rubber grip, then the bend just below the middle. She wanted it so bad. She needed it. But she dared not check the price tag. Cassidy had a couple hundred galleons on her. A lot of money that she didn't know what to spend on… that was supposed to be for savings. But -- she thought about trying to persuade her mom into this.
Slowly, very slowly, Cassidy turned over the tag handing from around the grip. 260 galleons. She felt her heart sink. She only had 210. She'd never get to borrow 50 from her mom. Even if she did manage to get the money, Mrs. Crow would go ballistic if she knew what it was for. Cassidy remained standing in the isle, grasping the Serpentine tightly in her hands, for minutes on end. New thoughts flying through her head, she considered them all, but none seemed to be realistic.
'That's a great broomstick.' said an unfamiliar voice. Cassidy whirled around suddenly, snapping out of her thoughts. A boy of her age with dark brown hair and round glasses magnifying beautiful green eyes stood there. He must've noticed her admiring the Serpentine. How long had she been standing there? How long had he been watching?
'oh.' was all she replied. She starred blankly at the boy. 'ya.' she added, sounding quite stupid.
'You seem to have picked out one of the best brooms. Do you know a lot about them?' the boy asked.
'oh, um… no, not really.' Cassidy said very honestly. She kept starring at the boy. He was extremely good looking. Cassidy wondered… 'My mum hates quidditch. Thinks it's too "dangerous". So I've never been aloud to play.' she said. 'Do you know a lot, then?' the boy nodded.
'Ya. I've got a Firebolt. And I'm the seeker on the Gryffindor team at Hogwarts.' 'I knew it was true!' Cassidy squealed suddenly, nearly dropping the precious Serpentine, then quickly fumbling to grab hold of it. The boy gave a surprised laugh.
'What?' he asked.
'You're the famous Harry Potter! Aren't you?! Can I see your scar?' then she stopped. 'oh, sorry. You probably get a lot of that -- don't you?' the boy smiled.
'Yes, I'm Harry. And I do get a lot of that. But never mined, who are you?'
'Cassidy Crow. I'm starting fifth year at Hogwarts. But it's also my first year there. You're in fifth year too, aren't you?' Harry nodded.
'Ya. Maybe we'll be in the same house. Hope to see you there! Well, I gotta go look for a broom called a Lightning Rod.. hey wait, how'd you like to help me find it?' Harry suggested. A smile spread across Cassidy's face.
'Okay!', she said. 'I'm gonna bring this with me. I've somehow got to get 50 galleons more for this. But I don't see how I'm ever gonna persuade my mum.' Cassidy sighed sadly. Harry checked his money bag.
'um…', he started. 'the Lightning Rod's only 200 galleons… and I've got… 40, 50, 60, 70 left over. I can lend you 50 if you like.. you can pay me back when I see you on the Hogwarts Express.' Cassidy lit up with delight.
'What?? You'd lend me money?! But -- you don't even know me! I heard Harry Potter was generous, but this is unrealistic! Are you serious??!' Cassidy was so overjoyed, she nearly hugged Harry. But she'd already been too weird to begin with. Harry smiled, and looked to the back wall of the store.
'Oh, there's that Lightning Rod. C'mon, Cassidy.'