Edited-Thank you, O Beta Reading one, if you ever read this! Good luck
with finals!
Un-original Disclaimer: Hey, guess what! What? I don't own it. Don't own what? Anything 'cept Holly, Samantha, Eloise, and generic villagers. Avienne belongs to a friend of mine, as does Severus Jr. and I'm just borrowing those two from her. All the other stuff is J. K. Rowling's. Zelda stuff belongs to Nintendo.
The figure was illuminated from behind by the morning sun, obscuring her identity, mostly. She turned her head and her hair swung outward, as if it was almost weightless. That eerie feeling of familiarity began creeping up through his chest again. His jaw dropped when he figured out why. It was the girl Defense Against the Dark Arts. He finally recognized her. She'd gone to Hogwarts through third year, then left for some unknown reason. He lifted off and sped toward her, temper rising as a result of the mad Quaffle. "I'm surprised you dragged your lazy arse out of bed this early, Potter. Regularly being out after curfew must be devastating to your beauty sleep!" Avienne Snape hovered in place, bewitched Quaffle under her arm. She was one of a pair of twins; her brother Severus Jr. looked more like her father, and Avienne herself looked more like her mother. Both, however, had inherited their father's attitude and general opinion of Gryffindors. Avienne generally avoided Harry and Cohorts, as she called them, but when they did meet, they were naturally hostile to each other. "Drop the Quaffle, Avienne." "I don't think so. I rather like this one." "Yes, perfect size and shape, nice color, and it attacks Gryffindors on command. What will you think of next?" Harry countered. "It doesn't attack all Gryffindors... just the ones it finds particularly annoying." "What an honor to be so hated by a Quaffle." "So are we trading insults all day, or do you actually want to go one-on- one, Potter." Harry looked at her incredulously, as she hovered, lit from behind by the rapidly rising sun. For a millisecond, the silhouette of Avienne's broom appeared to morph into that of a dragon, but it was gone like the fleeting shadow of another world. Harry shook it off and chased after Avienne, who had moved out of alignment with the now rapidly expanding sun. Avienne made for the goalposts on the one side; Harry prepared to block her shot. Avienne threw the Quaffle-but Harry never got the chance to block it. The sun was gone now, in its place was an enormous red moon. The moon glowed malevolently, as if admonishing Harry for existing in the first place. Had he been conscious, Harry would have noticed there was no Quaffle to block, only the endless sea far below him.
"I suppose it's futile to think boys these days have any common sense, but really. Unbelievable!" Harry came to slowly, like surfacing after a particularly deep dive. He remembered falling, but from the altitude he fell, he should by all logic have been dead. "I supposed you'd be little disoriented coming around but this is ridiculous. ::sigh:: Well, that'll teach you to fly more than a quarter- mile offshore. Honestly, you children are reckless!" Harry slowly opened his eyes and the world blurred into view. Apparently the Hospital Wing had undergone some remodeling. ...And so had Madame Pomfrey. She was a good deal taller than he remembered, and her hair was a good foot-and-a-half, two feet longer. Different color, too. She'd dyed it a medium brown color, like a particularly dark cup of tea, and her eyes were now a bluish-silver. He hadn't remembered her being quite so slim either. "Good afternoon, Mr. Potter," she said, her arms crossed over her chest sternly. "Perhaps you'd like to explain what possessed you to go flying four miles offshore?" "Er, Madam Pomfrey, I-I'm really not sure-" "How he could have gotten lost like that. They were on their way to the Harbor when the storm came. Ron and I only just found them when the wind started," said a petite girl in the doorway. The woman interrogating Harry turned in the chair upon which she was sitting next to his bed and looked over at the girl, who looked like she'd just come out of the rinse cycle of someone's laundry. Her hair was only slightly lighter than the woman's hair and would have been bushy if not for all the rainwater to which it was currently playing host. "Miss Granger, I would have thought you'd have more sense than to go wandering about in this kind of a squall." "I came to check on Harry, ma'am." "Very well, but you'd better dry off a bit first. Mrs. Weasley doesn't like people tracking mud all over her house." The girl smiled and ran off to hang up her coat. The woman turned to Harry. "You're lucky to have such loyal friends, but do try not to get yourselves in so much trouble next time." She grabbed what appeared to be a black medical bag and left the room, closing the door behind her. Harry had no sooner relaxed against his pillow than another person-a boy this time, with familiar flaming red hair-rushed in, nearly sending the door slamming against the wall. "Hi, Harry! Mum told me you woke up. You alright?" "Yeah... hey, Ron, what was she talking about, 'this kind of a squall'?" Ron looked distinctly puzzled. "They're the same storms that come through every fall, Harry. They took out half the docks last year; I'm surprised you don't remember. How high did you fall from anyway?" "About the height of the shortest hoop. I was out at the pitch, hoping to practice a bit before breakfast." Ron looked at Harry strangely. "How'd I survive that fall, anyway?" "No idea. You sure you didn't hit your head or something?" "No, Madam Pomfrey said I was over water when I fell." "Madam Pomfrey? Lady Samantha said you were confused, but this is crazy. Madam Pomfrey died last spring." Now it was Harry's turn to look confused.
Hmm, who is she? And how come no one seems to have any idea what Harry is talking about? Well, you'll find out, won't you? ^_~ hehe. R&R, like always. Ah, the imminent end of school, such relief I have never felt... Love and cheesecake~ ~Margot
Un-original Disclaimer: Hey, guess what! What? I don't own it. Don't own what? Anything 'cept Holly, Samantha, Eloise, and generic villagers. Avienne belongs to a friend of mine, as does Severus Jr. and I'm just borrowing those two from her. All the other stuff is J. K. Rowling's. Zelda stuff belongs to Nintendo.
The figure was illuminated from behind by the morning sun, obscuring her identity, mostly. She turned her head and her hair swung outward, as if it was almost weightless. That eerie feeling of familiarity began creeping up through his chest again. His jaw dropped when he figured out why. It was the girl Defense Against the Dark Arts. He finally recognized her. She'd gone to Hogwarts through third year, then left for some unknown reason. He lifted off and sped toward her, temper rising as a result of the mad Quaffle. "I'm surprised you dragged your lazy arse out of bed this early, Potter. Regularly being out after curfew must be devastating to your beauty sleep!" Avienne Snape hovered in place, bewitched Quaffle under her arm. She was one of a pair of twins; her brother Severus Jr. looked more like her father, and Avienne herself looked more like her mother. Both, however, had inherited their father's attitude and general opinion of Gryffindors. Avienne generally avoided Harry and Cohorts, as she called them, but when they did meet, they were naturally hostile to each other. "Drop the Quaffle, Avienne." "I don't think so. I rather like this one." "Yes, perfect size and shape, nice color, and it attacks Gryffindors on command. What will you think of next?" Harry countered. "It doesn't attack all Gryffindors... just the ones it finds particularly annoying." "What an honor to be so hated by a Quaffle." "So are we trading insults all day, or do you actually want to go one-on- one, Potter." Harry looked at her incredulously, as she hovered, lit from behind by the rapidly rising sun. For a millisecond, the silhouette of Avienne's broom appeared to morph into that of a dragon, but it was gone like the fleeting shadow of another world. Harry shook it off and chased after Avienne, who had moved out of alignment with the now rapidly expanding sun. Avienne made for the goalposts on the one side; Harry prepared to block her shot. Avienne threw the Quaffle-but Harry never got the chance to block it. The sun was gone now, in its place was an enormous red moon. The moon glowed malevolently, as if admonishing Harry for existing in the first place. Had he been conscious, Harry would have noticed there was no Quaffle to block, only the endless sea far below him.
"I suppose it's futile to think boys these days have any common sense, but really. Unbelievable!" Harry came to slowly, like surfacing after a particularly deep dive. He remembered falling, but from the altitude he fell, he should by all logic have been dead. "I supposed you'd be little disoriented coming around but this is ridiculous. ::sigh:: Well, that'll teach you to fly more than a quarter- mile offshore. Honestly, you children are reckless!" Harry slowly opened his eyes and the world blurred into view. Apparently the Hospital Wing had undergone some remodeling. ...And so had Madame Pomfrey. She was a good deal taller than he remembered, and her hair was a good foot-and-a-half, two feet longer. Different color, too. She'd dyed it a medium brown color, like a particularly dark cup of tea, and her eyes were now a bluish-silver. He hadn't remembered her being quite so slim either. "Good afternoon, Mr. Potter," she said, her arms crossed over her chest sternly. "Perhaps you'd like to explain what possessed you to go flying four miles offshore?" "Er, Madam Pomfrey, I-I'm really not sure-" "How he could have gotten lost like that. They were on their way to the Harbor when the storm came. Ron and I only just found them when the wind started," said a petite girl in the doorway. The woman interrogating Harry turned in the chair upon which she was sitting next to his bed and looked over at the girl, who looked like she'd just come out of the rinse cycle of someone's laundry. Her hair was only slightly lighter than the woman's hair and would have been bushy if not for all the rainwater to which it was currently playing host. "Miss Granger, I would have thought you'd have more sense than to go wandering about in this kind of a squall." "I came to check on Harry, ma'am." "Very well, but you'd better dry off a bit first. Mrs. Weasley doesn't like people tracking mud all over her house." The girl smiled and ran off to hang up her coat. The woman turned to Harry. "You're lucky to have such loyal friends, but do try not to get yourselves in so much trouble next time." She grabbed what appeared to be a black medical bag and left the room, closing the door behind her. Harry had no sooner relaxed against his pillow than another person-a boy this time, with familiar flaming red hair-rushed in, nearly sending the door slamming against the wall. "Hi, Harry! Mum told me you woke up. You alright?" "Yeah... hey, Ron, what was she talking about, 'this kind of a squall'?" Ron looked distinctly puzzled. "They're the same storms that come through every fall, Harry. They took out half the docks last year; I'm surprised you don't remember. How high did you fall from anyway?" "About the height of the shortest hoop. I was out at the pitch, hoping to practice a bit before breakfast." Ron looked at Harry strangely. "How'd I survive that fall, anyway?" "No idea. You sure you didn't hit your head or something?" "No, Madam Pomfrey said I was over water when I fell." "Madam Pomfrey? Lady Samantha said you were confused, but this is crazy. Madam Pomfrey died last spring." Now it was Harry's turn to look confused.
Hmm, who is she? And how come no one seems to have any idea what Harry is talking about? Well, you'll find out, won't you? ^_~ hehe. R&R, like always. Ah, the imminent end of school, such relief I have never felt... Love and cheesecake~ ~Margot