Bittersweet
A/N: Let's see. "Taking the mick" is a British phrase meaning "making fun of", or something to that effect. I'm American, not sure.
Disclaimer: The nickname idea comes from Lily Rose Potter's group of stories, though the nicknames here are my original creations. Really, nothing in this story but my version of Arabella Figg belongs to me.
VI: The Name Game
Dear Diary,
Intriguing conversation with Harry today. We were talking about Quidditch, and he joked about his abs. He's so weird sometimes. I told him I didn't believe him. He showed me them. Damn, I'm glad I lied.
In other news, Ron and Hermione still frolic about each other. The whole of Gryffindor, even the first years, is betting on when they'll stop being so thick and admit it. Harry, who created and is keeping track of the whole thing, went for Christmas, Gred and Forge went for when they are forty, and I went for Halloween. Some of the teachers even bet! Sirius is teaching DADA this year. He bet on Spring Break. Hagrid went for a more subtle never. Unsurprisingly, Dumbledore bet as well. Harry refused to say what Dumbledore put because he probably was right.
I'll get it out of him later.
Seamus and Dean really began taking the mick when Ron and Hermione came in and they yelled at Ron to kiss her already, or at least go up to their dormitory and "talk". Ron paled so badly when Dean put emphases on "talk".
Now that I've bored you with my pointless ramblings, on to the real news. Oh wait, there is nothing exciting happening.
Oh, wait. Lucius Malfoy led another raid on the Ministry. It almost makes you nostalgic for Fudge. I said, er, wrote, almost! But I won't let myself be brought down, even though Harry has been quiet in the way he does ever since then.
Cheerio, darling, Cheerio!
Your on-a-sugar-high-from-licorice-wands Writer,
Ginny Weasley, soon to been Ginny Potter (ok, maybe not soon to be, give me a break though)
~*~
Harry walked into the Great Hall, grinning. It was a Hogsmeade Hallowe'en, as Ron had so cleverly dubbed it. Harry walked to where Ginny, with Ron and Hermione sitting across from her, sat. Winking at Ron and Hermione, Harry grabbed Ginny's waist from behind, and said, "Hello, Clarice." As Ginny squealed and turned around, Hermione cracked up, while Ron looked confused. "Her name isn't Clarice..."
Ginny pretended to slap Harry as she realized what he had done. He grinned at her. "Happy Hallowe'en!" he said cheerfully, not even realizing he still was holding her. She grinned back. They stayed like that for a moment. He pulled away, however, to a chorus of "Oo's" that were not only from Gryffindor, but from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff as well. Harry plopped down in his seat, an arm still around Ginny, as they chatted about their upcoming day at Hogsmeade.
~*~
Sirius sat down in his spot next to Albus at the staff table. Severus glared at him slightly, but Albus smiled and motioned toward the Gryffindor table, making sure that only Minerva, Sirius, and Severus saw him. "And so it begins."
The four watched as Harry wrapped his arms around Ginny's waist, making her squeal and turn around as he whispered something. "Bloody hell, they look more like Lily and James every day! Switch the eyes, and they ARE Lily and James!" muttered Sirius. Minerva nodded. "Time is repeating." Severus sneered at the two as Harry let go, both of them embarrassed at a chorus of "oo's." He had just realized how much Ginny looked like Lily, and it did not sit with him well. Sirius looked at him for a swift moment. Severus caught his eye quickly, before looking down into his food, taking a sudden interest in the pumpkin pasties.
Sirius blinked, Severus momentarily forgotten, as a thought occurred to him. "I just hope that time doesn't repeat itself fully." he said quietly. Albus glanced at him. "I think," he said wearily, "that Harry knows more about the Death Eaters' activities then he lets on. Just like James, always observant and careful." Sirius nodded, though his fears were not alleviated. The four teens were leaving the hall, and he stood and followed them.
~*~
The five strolled throughout Hogsmeade, enjoying butterbeer and Sirius and Ron's occasional rude comments. Harry often ducked behind the group to avoid photographers, who were accosting Hogwarts students, trying to find him. When one reporter spotted him, Hermione did a quick spell that made his hair red and his eyes blue, a spitting image of a Weasley. He was forced to walk around Hogsmeade in that fashion, as Hermione could not think of the counter curse.
The real fun began, however, when they spotted Malfoy and his henchmen, er, friends, standing outside the Shrieking Shack. Sirius immediately became blind and deaf to all of his surroundings as Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny pulled their plan together. While Hermione was resistant at first, she eventually gave in. The three had to convince Harry to let Ginny do what was vital to the mission.
Taking her position, Ginny strolled casually out into the mafia, er, Slytherin group, and greeted them. Malfoy leaned against the fence and drawled out into his usual, "I'm sure the shrieking shack looks like a palace to you" speech, as Ron, Hermione, and Harry aimed.
As Ginny went up and whispered something into Draco's ear-the signal- hundreds of fish heads rained down on the Slytherins. Ginny put up a shield to block the fish heads before running for her life back to the others.
As the five and all the rest of Hogsmeade burst into laughter, the Slytherins marched off towards the castle, stinking up their path, and muttering angrily to themselves, Draco tossing his arrogant, fish-covered head as they went.
~*~
Back in the Three Broomsticks, they were still laughing over the incident. But Sirius's comment made their afternoon even better.
"You know, you four could be the New Marauders."
Harry grinned, his eyes now green again and his hair half black and half red. "Cool. Sirius, you are obviously Padfoot, teacher consult." Sirius bowed, causing the others to laugh. "I think Ginny should be Vixen." said Ron. "She looks pretty and nice, but she can be sly and manipulative." "I agree with that." Harry said, winking at the pretty redhead (Ginny, not Ron). Ginny took a swing at him, but none-the-less said, "I like that." Hermione nodded too.
"Hmm, who should I be?" No one noticed that Sirius was looking rather surprised at Ginny. Ron glanced at Hermione. "Books or Booky has been done. Ummm....how about......" "Kitty?" suggested Harry. Hermione grinned. "Gotta love it." Sirius then turned his attention to Hermione, still shocked. Harry noticed. "Sirius, what's up?" Sirius shook his head. "Nothing, its nothing." "Riight." Ron muttered. "What about me?" "Temper tantrum?" Hermione said, raising her eyebrows. Harry snorted in his butterbeer. Ron acted as if he hadn't heard it. "Emu!" cried Ginny. Harry lost it completely, cracking up, his hair still having a big red splotch in the middle. Ron glared at the two of them. Sirius was laughing behind a piece of paper, and Hermione was hiding it her drink.
"How about Griffin?" Sirius put in. Ron grinned at that, and they finally stopped laughing. "I like that." "Now its just Harry, and a name for your group." Sirius said.
They were having a lot of trouble with Harry's name. Outrageous ones like "Voldie-slayer" and "Buffy" were passing around, and another that Ginny had whispered in Harry's ear that made him go scarlet. "I've got it!" cried Ron. "Scarhead!" Harry fell out of his chair. Hermione and Sirius were both red in the face, and Ginny cracked up so bad that she fell out of her own chair and landed on top of Harry on the ground. This only caused the other three to laugh harder, as Harry, who was finally looked like himself once again, and Ginny, both blushed a stunning ruby and scrambled back into their seats. Once they all finally calmed down, they decided to go for the team it self's name first.
Hermione grinned. "The Amazon Quartet!" (a/n: for those of u who don't know its from Sailor Moon) Sirius (who is a muggle born) and Harry both snorted. "So I guess I'm Vesu Vesu?"" Harry inquired. Hermione grinned back. "Yes, and I'm Palla Palla, Ginny is Cere Cere, and Ron is Jun Jun."
Sirius cracked up. "The Mighty Morphing Power Rangers!" Harry shot up, holding his hands out in front of him. "It's Morphing Time!" Sirius shot up. "Mastadon!" Hermione shot up. "Pterodactyl!" Harry went again. "Tyrannosaurs!" They fell back into their seats, laughing. At this point, however, Ron and Ginny were very confused. "I'm not going to ask." Ginny said, shaking her head, and Ron nodded in agreement.
They tossed around ideas.
"The Dream Team?"
"Nah, Snape said that once."
"Terrible Trio?"
"There's four of us, Ron."
"New Found Glory?"
"No, that's a muggle band."
(A/N: New Found Glory rocks!)
"Back Talk?"
"I'm not even acknowledging that."
"Carpe Diem?"
"Can we do something in English?"
"Two Reds, a Know-It-All, and a Scarhead?"
"Shut it, Vixen."
"Uhhh..."
"Oo, got to love that."
They were getting no where, and they new it. "Eagle!" Ginny suddenly cried. They looked at her. "Harry's name can be Eagle!" "But Eagles don't like Vixens!" Sirius pointed out innocently. Ginny and Harry both glared at him. "I like that, it fits with my flying technique." Harry ignored Sirius's giggles. Yes, Sirius GIGGLED.
"Perfect. Now, all we need is a name." Hermione stated. They lapsed into silence.
"Why don't we just use the Marauders again?" Ginny suggested. The others mumbled agreement. "A toast!" Ron cried. "To the newly born Marauders!" They stood up and clanged their drinks together.
***
A/N: Let's see. "Taking the mick" is a British phrase meaning "making fun of", or something to that effect. I'm American, not sure.
Disclaimer: The nickname idea comes from Lily Rose Potter's group of stories, though the nicknames here are my original creations. Really, nothing in this story but my version of Arabella Figg belongs to me.
VI: The Name Game
Dear Diary,
Intriguing conversation with Harry today. We were talking about Quidditch, and he joked about his abs. He's so weird sometimes. I told him I didn't believe him. He showed me them. Damn, I'm glad I lied.
In other news, Ron and Hermione still frolic about each other. The whole of Gryffindor, even the first years, is betting on when they'll stop being so thick and admit it. Harry, who created and is keeping track of the whole thing, went for Christmas, Gred and Forge went for when they are forty, and I went for Halloween. Some of the teachers even bet! Sirius is teaching DADA this year. He bet on Spring Break. Hagrid went for a more subtle never. Unsurprisingly, Dumbledore bet as well. Harry refused to say what Dumbledore put because he probably was right.
I'll get it out of him later.
Seamus and Dean really began taking the mick when Ron and Hermione came in and they yelled at Ron to kiss her already, or at least go up to their dormitory and "talk". Ron paled so badly when Dean put emphases on "talk".
Now that I've bored you with my pointless ramblings, on to the real news. Oh wait, there is nothing exciting happening.
Oh, wait. Lucius Malfoy led another raid on the Ministry. It almost makes you nostalgic for Fudge. I said, er, wrote, almost! But I won't let myself be brought down, even though Harry has been quiet in the way he does ever since then.
Cheerio, darling, Cheerio!
Your on-a-sugar-high-from-licorice-wands Writer,
Ginny Weasley, soon to been Ginny Potter (ok, maybe not soon to be, give me a break though)
~*~
Harry walked into the Great Hall, grinning. It was a Hogsmeade Hallowe'en, as Ron had so cleverly dubbed it. Harry walked to where Ginny, with Ron and Hermione sitting across from her, sat. Winking at Ron and Hermione, Harry grabbed Ginny's waist from behind, and said, "Hello, Clarice." As Ginny squealed and turned around, Hermione cracked up, while Ron looked confused. "Her name isn't Clarice..."
Ginny pretended to slap Harry as she realized what he had done. He grinned at her. "Happy Hallowe'en!" he said cheerfully, not even realizing he still was holding her. She grinned back. They stayed like that for a moment. He pulled away, however, to a chorus of "Oo's" that were not only from Gryffindor, but from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff as well. Harry plopped down in his seat, an arm still around Ginny, as they chatted about their upcoming day at Hogsmeade.
~*~
Sirius sat down in his spot next to Albus at the staff table. Severus glared at him slightly, but Albus smiled and motioned toward the Gryffindor table, making sure that only Minerva, Sirius, and Severus saw him. "And so it begins."
The four watched as Harry wrapped his arms around Ginny's waist, making her squeal and turn around as he whispered something. "Bloody hell, they look more like Lily and James every day! Switch the eyes, and they ARE Lily and James!" muttered Sirius. Minerva nodded. "Time is repeating." Severus sneered at the two as Harry let go, both of them embarrassed at a chorus of "oo's." He had just realized how much Ginny looked like Lily, and it did not sit with him well. Sirius looked at him for a swift moment. Severus caught his eye quickly, before looking down into his food, taking a sudden interest in the pumpkin pasties.
Sirius blinked, Severus momentarily forgotten, as a thought occurred to him. "I just hope that time doesn't repeat itself fully." he said quietly. Albus glanced at him. "I think," he said wearily, "that Harry knows more about the Death Eaters' activities then he lets on. Just like James, always observant and careful." Sirius nodded, though his fears were not alleviated. The four teens were leaving the hall, and he stood and followed them.
~*~
The five strolled throughout Hogsmeade, enjoying butterbeer and Sirius and Ron's occasional rude comments. Harry often ducked behind the group to avoid photographers, who were accosting Hogwarts students, trying to find him. When one reporter spotted him, Hermione did a quick spell that made his hair red and his eyes blue, a spitting image of a Weasley. He was forced to walk around Hogsmeade in that fashion, as Hermione could not think of the counter curse.
The real fun began, however, when they spotted Malfoy and his henchmen, er, friends, standing outside the Shrieking Shack. Sirius immediately became blind and deaf to all of his surroundings as Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny pulled their plan together. While Hermione was resistant at first, she eventually gave in. The three had to convince Harry to let Ginny do what was vital to the mission.
Taking her position, Ginny strolled casually out into the mafia, er, Slytherin group, and greeted them. Malfoy leaned against the fence and drawled out into his usual, "I'm sure the shrieking shack looks like a palace to you" speech, as Ron, Hermione, and Harry aimed.
As Ginny went up and whispered something into Draco's ear-the signal- hundreds of fish heads rained down on the Slytherins. Ginny put up a shield to block the fish heads before running for her life back to the others.
As the five and all the rest of Hogsmeade burst into laughter, the Slytherins marched off towards the castle, stinking up their path, and muttering angrily to themselves, Draco tossing his arrogant, fish-covered head as they went.
~*~
Back in the Three Broomsticks, they were still laughing over the incident. But Sirius's comment made their afternoon even better.
"You know, you four could be the New Marauders."
Harry grinned, his eyes now green again and his hair half black and half red. "Cool. Sirius, you are obviously Padfoot, teacher consult." Sirius bowed, causing the others to laugh. "I think Ginny should be Vixen." said Ron. "She looks pretty and nice, but she can be sly and manipulative." "I agree with that." Harry said, winking at the pretty redhead (Ginny, not Ron). Ginny took a swing at him, but none-the-less said, "I like that." Hermione nodded too.
"Hmm, who should I be?" No one noticed that Sirius was looking rather surprised at Ginny. Ron glanced at Hermione. "Books or Booky has been done. Ummm....how about......" "Kitty?" suggested Harry. Hermione grinned. "Gotta love it." Sirius then turned his attention to Hermione, still shocked. Harry noticed. "Sirius, what's up?" Sirius shook his head. "Nothing, its nothing." "Riight." Ron muttered. "What about me?" "Temper tantrum?" Hermione said, raising her eyebrows. Harry snorted in his butterbeer. Ron acted as if he hadn't heard it. "Emu!" cried Ginny. Harry lost it completely, cracking up, his hair still having a big red splotch in the middle. Ron glared at the two of them. Sirius was laughing behind a piece of paper, and Hermione was hiding it her drink.
"How about Griffin?" Sirius put in. Ron grinned at that, and they finally stopped laughing. "I like that." "Now its just Harry, and a name for your group." Sirius said.
They were having a lot of trouble with Harry's name. Outrageous ones like "Voldie-slayer" and "Buffy" were passing around, and another that Ginny had whispered in Harry's ear that made him go scarlet. "I've got it!" cried Ron. "Scarhead!" Harry fell out of his chair. Hermione and Sirius were both red in the face, and Ginny cracked up so bad that she fell out of her own chair and landed on top of Harry on the ground. This only caused the other three to laugh harder, as Harry, who was finally looked like himself once again, and Ginny, both blushed a stunning ruby and scrambled back into their seats. Once they all finally calmed down, they decided to go for the team it self's name first.
Hermione grinned. "The Amazon Quartet!" (a/n: for those of u who don't know its from Sailor Moon) Sirius (who is a muggle born) and Harry both snorted. "So I guess I'm Vesu Vesu?"" Harry inquired. Hermione grinned back. "Yes, and I'm Palla Palla, Ginny is Cere Cere, and Ron is Jun Jun."
Sirius cracked up. "The Mighty Morphing Power Rangers!" Harry shot up, holding his hands out in front of him. "It's Morphing Time!" Sirius shot up. "Mastadon!" Hermione shot up. "Pterodactyl!" Harry went again. "Tyrannosaurs!" They fell back into their seats, laughing. At this point, however, Ron and Ginny were very confused. "I'm not going to ask." Ginny said, shaking her head, and Ron nodded in agreement.
They tossed around ideas.
"The Dream Team?"
"Nah, Snape said that once."
"Terrible Trio?"
"There's four of us, Ron."
"New Found Glory?"
"No, that's a muggle band."
(A/N: New Found Glory rocks!)
"Back Talk?"
"I'm not even acknowledging that."
"Carpe Diem?"
"Can we do something in English?"
"Two Reds, a Know-It-All, and a Scarhead?"
"Shut it, Vixen."
"Uhhh..."
"Oo, got to love that."
They were getting no where, and they new it. "Eagle!" Ginny suddenly cried. They looked at her. "Harry's name can be Eagle!" "But Eagles don't like Vixens!" Sirius pointed out innocently. Ginny and Harry both glared at him. "I like that, it fits with my flying technique." Harry ignored Sirius's giggles. Yes, Sirius GIGGLED.
"Perfect. Now, all we need is a name." Hermione stated. They lapsed into silence.
"Why don't we just use the Marauders again?" Ginny suggested. The others mumbled agreement. "A toast!" Ron cried. "To the newly born Marauders!" They stood up and clanged their drinks together.
***