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(A/N): I know, I know, I haven't been updating. I admit it, I'm a bad person! But anyways this is just a bridge chapter but if I keep up the way I have been there should be another on the way soon.
(P.S.): This is dedicated to my friend YoYoJo who's birthday is on the 19!!!! Read her stories or send her a Happy Birthday e-mail, she's a sweetheart!
Mrs. Potter's original thoughts of a quiet holiday were forgotten within a week's time. James was often found flying his broom through the house just outside the reach of Sarah. On several nights the four would emerge from the dining hall covered in food from food fights, normally started by James, and the two kids would be seen running fearfully from Mr. Potter after that, him screaming his head off about sending them to St. Mungo's.
"Sarah?" Mrs. Potter asked on August first. In only a month they would be going back to Hogwarts and Mrs. Potter was helping her with her clothes. "How old are your robes?"
She shrugged; "my parents got them large enough so I wouldn't have to get them again."
Mrs. Potter tisked throwing the robes in the fire much to Sarah's dismay. "Come on Sarah," she told her; "I refuse to see one of our own wear bags at Hogwarts."
After getting money from Mr. Potter Sarah was whisked off to Diagon Alley for new robes and then to muggle London for regular clothes. Sarah was still babbling her thanks when they got back to the manor. "Sarah don't worry about it sweetie," Mrs. Potter responded casting a spell to send all the packages to Sarah's room. "Now go get James so we can eat dinner?"
Sarah walked down the hall to James' room and knocked on the door. "Come in!" James' dangerous sing-song voice said from within. Pulling her wand she slowly peeked in then saw the room was empty so fully opened the door. a bucket of freezing water deposited itself on her head. "JAMES POTTER!" Sarah screamed.
Snickering could be heard from behind the bed as Sarah marched over drenched to find two now seventh years. the wet girl went from outraged to hysterical in two seconds. "SIRIUS?!"
He forced his laughter to stop as he stood; "hello princess, you look good wet."
Wrong move, Sarah's anger flared again as the boys soon found themselves floating on the ceiling. "Dinner's in ten!" she called happily as she stormed out.
"Thanks Prongs," Sirius muttered as they started holding onto the sides of picture frames so they could scramble down to their wands. "I think I'm in the dog house now."
Both boys landed back on the ground as James tried to put on a serious face; "well, where else would you be Padfoot?" with that he raced from the room.
"GET BACK HERE POTTER!" Sirius barked.
The two boys slipped on the puddle of water as they tumbled into the dinning room. Mr. Potter sat at the head of the table with his wife on his left and Sarah next to her. "James," Mr. Potter said without even looking up from his salad; "it would be good of you to remember that you have to clean up after your own pranks the muggle way, which would include the wet path left behind by Sarah."
James groaned sitting down next to his father as a house elf brought salads around for Sirius and James. "It's not my fault she didn't use a drying charm!"
"But it is your fault that she's wet," his father pointed out as he thrusted his fork for effect.
"But dad," James started to whine until he was quickly silenced by a look.
"How was your shopping day at Diagon Alley ladies?" Mr. Potter asked.
"It went well Edward," Mrs. Potter smiled; "Sarah why don't you show Sirius your new robes later?"
Sirius grinned; "that's a good idea Caroline."
"Sirius!" James said outraged; "she is the enemy! Have you forgotten the war that is raging between out two nations?!"
"I'm not at war," Sirius smiled. James just slumped back as he ate his salad, grumbling.
James renounced his war on Sarah a few days after Sirius arrived since he seemed to be on Sarah's side. Edward Potter could be seen very paranoid though for he had truly never seen the three get along before and Caroline Potter could often be seen telling him 'they're growing up' ; James was even happier in tormenting his father than Sarah and loved ever minute of it.
"James? Sirius? Will you go get the trolleys?" Mrs. Potter asked as her husband unloaded the car. The two boys brought back three trolleys and they loaded up their trunks before heading to platform 9 3/4. Sirius and James were laughing while Mr. Potter tried to break up anything that might get them suspended before they get to school; Sarah and Mrs. Potter pushed her trolley through the barrier to the platform.
"Sarah Elizabeth," her name was stated loudly and clearly by a voice she knew all to well.
(A/N): I know, I know, I haven't been updating. I admit it, I'm a bad person! But anyways this is just a bridge chapter but if I keep up the way I have been there should be another on the way soon.
(P.S.): This is dedicated to my friend YoYoJo who's birthday is on the 19!!!! Read her stories or send her a Happy Birthday e-mail, she's a sweetheart!
Mrs. Potter's original thoughts of a quiet holiday were forgotten within a week's time. James was often found flying his broom through the house just outside the reach of Sarah. On several nights the four would emerge from the dining hall covered in food from food fights, normally started by James, and the two kids would be seen running fearfully from Mr. Potter after that, him screaming his head off about sending them to St. Mungo's.
"Sarah?" Mrs. Potter asked on August first. In only a month they would be going back to Hogwarts and Mrs. Potter was helping her with her clothes. "How old are your robes?"
She shrugged; "my parents got them large enough so I wouldn't have to get them again."
Mrs. Potter tisked throwing the robes in the fire much to Sarah's dismay. "Come on Sarah," she told her; "I refuse to see one of our own wear bags at Hogwarts."
After getting money from Mr. Potter Sarah was whisked off to Diagon Alley for new robes and then to muggle London for regular clothes. Sarah was still babbling her thanks when they got back to the manor. "Sarah don't worry about it sweetie," Mrs. Potter responded casting a spell to send all the packages to Sarah's room. "Now go get James so we can eat dinner?"
Sarah walked down the hall to James' room and knocked on the door. "Come in!" James' dangerous sing-song voice said from within. Pulling her wand she slowly peeked in then saw the room was empty so fully opened the door. a bucket of freezing water deposited itself on her head. "JAMES POTTER!" Sarah screamed.
Snickering could be heard from behind the bed as Sarah marched over drenched to find two now seventh years. the wet girl went from outraged to hysterical in two seconds. "SIRIUS?!"
He forced his laughter to stop as he stood; "hello princess, you look good wet."
Wrong move, Sarah's anger flared again as the boys soon found themselves floating on the ceiling. "Dinner's in ten!" she called happily as she stormed out.
"Thanks Prongs," Sirius muttered as they started holding onto the sides of picture frames so they could scramble down to their wands. "I think I'm in the dog house now."
Both boys landed back on the ground as James tried to put on a serious face; "well, where else would you be Padfoot?" with that he raced from the room.
"GET BACK HERE POTTER!" Sirius barked.
The two boys slipped on the puddle of water as they tumbled into the dinning room. Mr. Potter sat at the head of the table with his wife on his left and Sarah next to her. "James," Mr. Potter said without even looking up from his salad; "it would be good of you to remember that you have to clean up after your own pranks the muggle way, which would include the wet path left behind by Sarah."
James groaned sitting down next to his father as a house elf brought salads around for Sirius and James. "It's not my fault she didn't use a drying charm!"
"But it is your fault that she's wet," his father pointed out as he thrusted his fork for effect.
"But dad," James started to whine until he was quickly silenced by a look.
"How was your shopping day at Diagon Alley ladies?" Mr. Potter asked.
"It went well Edward," Mrs. Potter smiled; "Sarah why don't you show Sirius your new robes later?"
Sirius grinned; "that's a good idea Caroline."
"Sirius!" James said outraged; "she is the enemy! Have you forgotten the war that is raging between out two nations?!"
"I'm not at war," Sirius smiled. James just slumped back as he ate his salad, grumbling.
James renounced his war on Sarah a few days after Sirius arrived since he seemed to be on Sarah's side. Edward Potter could be seen very paranoid though for he had truly never seen the three get along before and Caroline Potter could often be seen telling him 'they're growing up' ; James was even happier in tormenting his father than Sarah and loved ever minute of it.
"James? Sirius? Will you go get the trolleys?" Mrs. Potter asked as her husband unloaded the car. The two boys brought back three trolleys and they loaded up their trunks before heading to platform 9 3/4. Sirius and James were laughing while Mr. Potter tried to break up anything that might get them suspended before they get to school; Sarah and Mrs. Potter pushed her trolley through the barrier to the platform.
"Sarah Elizabeth," her name was stated loudly and clearly by a voice she knew all to well.