Title: TBA
Author: Sarah Christine
Rating: PG
Summary: A young girl, a new student in the Gryffindor house, is noticed in the Great Hall by Harry Potter. Soon, they find that she could possibly be the force of evil happenings at Hogwarts.
Synopsis: Harry and his fellow mates are now coming of age and in the middle stages of their sixth year at Hogwarts.
Disclaimer: Anything that has been previously copyrighted doesn't belong to me. It belongs to JK Rowling, WB studios, whoever. I'm just using it, along with my imagination to have a little fun on my free time. Anything that hasn't been previously copyrighted belongs to me. You steal any of it, I steal your money.
ALSO NOTE- 'Fiction: noun, a. something invented by the imagination or feigned; specifically: an invented story b: fictitious literature (as novels or short stories) c: a work of fiction' – Webster
It's not real. Get it?
Now… on with the fiction!
Chapter Three
"And it just…burst into flames?" Harry nodded. "Here darling…drink this." Madame Pomfrey handed Harry a tall glass of dark liquid, with large chucks surfacing at the top. Without thinking, Harry began to gulp the substance. Immediately he pulled the cup away and winced.
"What is this?" he asked looking at the glass more carefully.
"Just a little sleeping position I devised myself…works far better then the rest." She told him. "You need rest Mr. Potter…" Harry made a face but continued drinking anyways, trying to ignore the horrid stench. "I talked to Professor Trelawney about all of the details of this transmagiation to see if I could figure out what happened to you in class…but nothing helped." She told him. "The only thing a can diagnose is a stomach cramp… Maybe you ate something…You weren't sneaking rusty treats from that Weasley character where you?" Harry shook his head. "Or any of his brothers?" she continued. Harry shook his head again. She sighed.
"From what I can tell you'll probably be able to get back to classes tomorrow….If any of your friends want to visit, they're free to, but as for now I want you to sleep…" Harry nodded. "I'll leave you alone now…" Madame Pomfrey left. Harry set the glass down next to his bed and rolled to his side, preparing for rest, when he heard a small tap on the windowsill. Curious, he got up and looked out the window. Hedwig sat outside, waiting for him. Harry smiled and opened the window for her.
"Come on in girl…" he said softly taking her onto his arm. He took the rolled up parchment from her leg and set her at the foot of his bed. "Thanks girl…" he said. She ignored him. "Oh come off it…I've had a rough day…Sorry about the weather…" She cooed in reply. Harry opened his letter and read.
Harry-
Don't tell a soul about these feelings you've been having. Just let me know if anything else happens that might help find out what's been going on... anything at all. I, on the other hand, will be doing my own research about this. I am very concerned for you Harry… but you're grown know and I'm sure you can take good care of yourself.
Send me an owl sometime soon. As for now, stay safe.
-Moody
Ps. Mrs. Weasley says not to do anything dangerous. If anything gets too suspicious, tell Dumbledore immediately!
He noticed Mrs. Weasley's handwriting attached at the end of the letter.
Smiling, Harry rolled the parchment up again and hid it under his pillow. He tried to forget about it for sometime but it kept itching at him. Struggling to get to sleep, he tossed to his other side, and groaned. Suddenly, the Hospital wing door swung open and Hermione dashed in.
"Harry! Harry, we've got to talk with you…" she said, gasping to catch her breath. "I just got the word from Madame Pomfrey I was allowed in…" Ron trailed in after her. "You'll never believe what Ron and I saw! You'll just never believe!" she said, in a rush of excitement. Harry laid on his side, wide eyed.
"Sorry, Harry. I couldn't stop her if I tried…You know how she gets." Ron shrugged, approaching the bed. Hermione gave Ron and bored look, and turned back to Harry.
"Listen, Harry. During dinner, we saw something curious." She began to explain.
"What is it, Hermione?…" Harry asked. He had a feeling if Hermione was this insistent, it must be important. Although he was very tired and looking forward to a good nights rest he continued to urge her to explain.
"Harry, we saw Madison. She went into a door. A door we don't presume she we supposed to be going in. Or even worse, she was supposed to be going in. We just haven't a clue why."
"What exactly are you trying to say Hermione?" Harry asked, sitting up from his bed. Hermione then began to explain the entire story in detail to him. Harry's brow furrowed.
"But…I thought that door was just a storage room."
"I thought it lead to the dungeons!" Ron replied, his face crinkled in confusion. Hermione continued practically ignoring his remark.
"That's exactly the point! Nobody knows what's really behind that door." There was a strange silence in the air.
"Then you know what we've got to do…." Harry said. The silence returned only for a moment. "We've got to find out exactly what's behind that door."
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"No, no Ron! You've got it all wrong." Hermione exclaimed, as she read over Ron's herbology homework at the last minute. Regardless of the fact that she could hardly read the scribbles as it was, she agreed to check it once over before he handed it in. "You know Ron, if you continue to do all your homework at the very last minute and produce material like this, I'm not going to go over it with you any more." She took a quill from her bag and edited his parchment.
"But, Hermione, I-."
"Ron! I mean it this time. A little effort can get you a long way." The group of three continued out into the gardens, making their way to their next classroom. She then handed Ron his parchment back and extended her hand to Harry. Harry looked down at her hand, in confusion. "You want me to look at yours, also. Am I right?" Harry looked down into his knapsack. His essay sat in perfect condition.
"Er…no, thank you. I suppose not." Harry replied.
"Well, it's nice to know that someone around here has their act together." Hermione raised her eyebrows at Ron. He scowled shoving his hands deep into his pockets. Looking as his feet as he began to kick a pebble as he walked.
As they continued down the grassy hill, towards the large greenhouse, a bush up on the side of the building rusted. Harry stopped, mid step, and looked over in its direction. Hermione looked at him strangely. He looked over at his friends.
"Did you…Did you hear that?" he asked. Hermione shook her head, still giving a look. Ron looked up at Harry for a moment, shrugged, and then went back to his pebble. Harry looked back at the building just as another rustle came, this time with a small grunt accompanied with it. "See! There!" Harry exclaimed. Hermione nodded.
"I heard that, too." Harry then headed over to the large bush. As he approached it, it almost seemed to sounds as if…as if…as if the bush was…talking?
"Oh, drat! I can't believe this is happening! To me none the less…" The voice seemed to say. Harry's brow furrowed instantly. He stepped back for a moment, still curious about it all, but then settled in his placing. "Where is it? I swear I saw it." There was a moment of silence. "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…. Professor Sprout is going to kill me!….Oh, what am I saying? Even worse! She'll give me detentions till the bitter end of my existence!" This was far more than Harry could handle any longer. He took another step forward, until he saw a recognizable image in the bush.
"Excuse me?" Harry began. Suddenly, a head popped out from the branches. Harry's eyes went wide with surprise. It was Madison. Of all people.
"Oh! Hello Harry. Pleasure to see you, I assure you. I'm afraid I'm a bit too busy for chatting now." She disappeared back into to leaves and branches.
"Er….Is there…anything I can help you with?" he asked, with much hesitation.
"It's alright, Harry. I've just lost my parchment for Herbology in the wind, and I'm positive it flew in here….somewhere." Suddenly, it all made sense. By now, Hermione and Ron had joined Harry to see what was going on.
Harry leaned down a bit and noticed something white, down by the stump of the bush.
"Is that it? Down there?" Harry asked, pointing. Madison looked over a bit, and saw the white object he was pointing at.
"Oh, no. That's just a candy wrapper." She reached over and picked it up. "Hum…What on earth is a Skiving Snackbox?" Harry and Ron looked at each other momentarily, snickering. Hermione gave them a look. Madison sighed and stuffed the wrapper in her pocket. "Oh well. Might as well put that where it belongs while I'm at it. Ugh! Where is that blasted parchment? I'm going to be so late!" Harry then dove into the bushed, practically head first, in search of Madison's lost essay.
"Two heads are better than one." He commented, nonchalantly as he began to look around. Slowly he moved a few feet toward her, looking all around him. He saw nothing to his left. Nothing to his right. Nothing above him. Just branches. Then he noticed something over on the ground. Just behind Madison's left foot. He leaned forward, reaching out for it. Just then, Madison bent over forward a bit, to see a bit farther up. Suddenly, Harry felt a huge thump against his forehead. He winced in pain.
"Ow…" he mumbled, just before he moved back to rub his head, he noticed that he had bumped directly into Madison. He looked down, turning a slight shade of red. Noticing what had happened, Madison began to giggle.
"Are you two quite done in there? Class is about to begin." Hermione's voice could be heard from outside the bush.
"Er…Hold on a minute, will you?" Harry responded, then met eyes with Madison. He paused, starring at her. "Then again…You two can head down to class, if you like. We'll be there in a moment." Harry responded. He heard Ron and Hermione's footsteps leave.
Harry held back a smile, and he looked around, adverting his eyes. "Sorry about that." Her laughter died.
"Don't mention it, Harry. It was completely my fault." She responded. Suddenly, Harry's eyes lit up.
"Look! Over there!" He pointed down, and off to the side a bit. Madison scooted over, reached down, and picked up what he was pointing at. She gasped.
"My homework! Oh, Harry, how can I possibly thank you?" she exclaimed. They both continued to slip out of the bush. Harry brushed himself off, practically from head to foot, trying to keep his uniform clean. Madison did the same. They Harry reached up and began to pull a few leaves from his hair. "Thank you again, Harry. I never would have found it in all that mess."
"It's no problem…really. I have good eyesight, I guess." He replied.
"Well, of course you do! You were the youngest Seeker in a century, when you started playing Quidditch." She said. Harry looked up at her, his mouth hanging half-open.
"How'd you…?"
"Like I said. I've read all about you!" Madison said, smiling. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence, as Harry starred back, still in shock, a tad embarrassment at the fact that this girl seemed to know more about him than he did, and a great about of awe at how amazingly intriguing this girl was. "Well, we should probably…get to class, hum?" Harry nodded, then cleared his throat, coming to.
"Er…right. Class." They both walked down the hill and into the greenhouse to their next class. Just as they entered the room, Professor Sprout was calling class to order.
"Alright, class. Come in closer to the table. Let's begin." Harry and Madison squeezed in next to Ron and Hermione. Hermione gave Harry a lowered look, due to the fact that they had just made it on time, and had taken such an extreme risk at being late.
"Class, I'll ask you pass up your paper first thing. I'd like to get all the paperwork down with first so we can a tad dirty today." She smiled, taking the papers into a pile as they were passed up. Madison smiled. Just down to row a bit, Ron grimaced. He hated Herbology, especially when they had to 'get dirty' as Professor Sprout called it. To him, it was more like 'get yourself farther into a mess of trouble than you really should before given a chance to back out'. Needless to say, Herbology was way trickier that Ron had first expected.
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"Harry, I don't understand what's wrong with you." Hermoine commented at lunch later that day.
"There's nothing wrong with me, Hermione. I'm fine." Harry responded taking another bit of Shepherds Pie. He chewed a bit and looked back up at Ron and Hermione. "I'm not sure what you're making such a big deal about." Ron's eyes went wide and his head dropped forward.
"What do you mean you don't know what we're making a big deal about?" He asked in genuine shock. "You jumped into a bush with a girl."
"She lost her parchment! I was trying to help." Harry replied in his defense.
"All we're trying to say is that you seemed to be trying to do a bit more than help her, that's all." Hermione said calmly, as she blew on a bite of her pie before putting it in her mouth.
"Besides, we already know you fancy Madison. You can't hide anything from us." Ron added, with a full mouth. Harry's brow furrowed.
"You mean, you thought that I-…" Harry trailed off, looking at them in confusion.
"Look, we're not saying anything against the idea of giving a helping hand to a friend in need, it's just….well, erm…" Hermione said, looking at Ron for a moment.
"It's just what?" Harry asked, looking back and forth between the two. "What is it?"
"You're just a tad obvious in your intentions, mate, that's all." Ron stated bluntly.
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed.
"What?" Ron replied defensively. "It's true!"
"Are you trying to say that I had any kind of intention, other than to help her find her homework?" Harry asked. Ron and Hermione suddenly went silent. They both looked away. Harry sighed and took another bite. "I have a hard time believing you two would accuse me of something like that."
"It's alright if you fancy her, Harry." Hermione said quietly. "More than alright, really. In fact, it might be good for you to pick up a few other extracurricular activities, besides Quidditch." Ron's ears went pink.
Suddenly from behind a familiar voice came. It was Malfoy.
"So, Potter. I noticed you and the new girl couldn't manage to make it to class on time today. Leave it to our trusty Gryffindors, of course." There was a muffled laughter, undoubtedly made by Crabbe and Goyle, who were conveniently located directly behind Malfoy, on either side. Hermione gave him a look. "Seems you've made friends, though. Impressive, for once. It's proved to be difficult to even talk to the poor girl. She blabs on about nothing. Quiet dreadful."
"You leave her out of his, Malfoy." Harry replied, hold back any trace of anger. Ron, on the other hand, was having a bit more trouble doing such. His ears were glowing red by now and now it almost seemed to be slowly making it's way to his face.
"Only trying to make a compliment, that's all." Malfoy shrugged. The two behind him continued to snigger. "Then again, the two of you are of the same kind. You're both freaks."
"Malfoy, leave it alone or I'll-."
"You'll what? Run and tell on me? Go ahead and try. I'll just explain how you and our new friend we're late for Herbology due to a nasty fit of snogging."
"Draco!" Hermione exclaimed aloud, her expression full of distaste.
"Might as well." Malfoy snorted. "Everyone see how he drools over her. He can't manage to be discrete about it, can he?" Harry slowly rose to his feet. Malfoy stood perfectly still, his arms across his chest, an evil smirk spread across his face.
"You take that back….right….now." Harry replied, his eyes narrowed to two slits. Malfoy rolled his eyes.
"You don't scare me, Potter." Malfoy said, unfazed. "Just a warning. Be late for class again, and I'll have to report you." He looked Harry up and down once. "And your little girlfriend, too." He spun on his heels and walked off. Harry took a few heavy breaths, anger fuming from his entire body. He slumped down into his seat after Malfoy was out of sight.
"Don't listen to him, Harry." Hermione gave one last look in the direction Malfoy went, and then went back to her food. Ron sat silently, arms crossed over his chest, almost in a pout, his ears and face still burning red. His upper lip was curled up in pure animosity. Harry starred at his food. Suddenly, he lost his appetite. From across the table, Ron was mumbling something to the effect of, 'stupid, lying, prat'. As wrong as it felt, Harry couldn't agree more. Interrupting his thoughts came a voice once more.
"Ahem."
Harry slowly turned around. Oh boy, if it was Malfoy coming back for more, Harry swore he would-.
"Hi Madison!" Hermione chirped. Harry looked up to see her. His eyes went wide. Ron scrunched down in his seat a bit, looking anywhere but at Madison.
"Erm…Hello." Madison looked around at everyone. "Harry, do you mind if I sit?" she asked, motioning toward the empty space next to him. Harry stared at her until Hermione kicked his foot under the table.
"Oh! Er…sure." He looked back at Hermione. She gave him a look.
"Talk to her." She mouthed to him. Harry cleared his throat, just as Madison tucked into a plate, which she had began to pile moderate amounts of each different types of the food onto.
"Er…." Harry began, trying to come up with suitable subject.
"Oh, Ron!" Madison called. Ron's eyes snapped up. Now they were as wide as saucers. He starred at her, unable to speak. "Can you pass me the salt?" she finished. He grabbed the salt shaker, handed it over, and immediately redirected his eyes again.
"So Madison, I hear you're a Quidditch fan?" Harry asked. Of course it was the first thing to come to mind.
"Well I've have my turn on the field, yes." She replied before taking a bite of mashed potatoes.
"You should see our team play then. It's quite a show." Harry replied. Madison looked at him, almost smiling.
"Wait a minute, Harry. You're on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, aren't you?" she asked him, her smile growing. Harry looked down and blushed. "Yes. Yes you are… Seeker I believe." Harry nodded. "Well then I'll defiantly have to get myself front row for the next match against Gryffindor. I'll have to make sure everyone knows I have a friend on the Quidditch team." She continued eating.
Friend?…Friend? Is that what she said? Harry looked down at his plate, taking a few deep breaths, then forced a smile in her direction. She smiled back and continued eating. Harry was experiencing such a strange emotion, that he could hardly explain it in words. Flattery, nausea, attraction, and nervousness were all rolled up into one ball that seemed to be sitting heavily in the pit of his stomach.
"So are you all going out to Hogsmeade this coming weekend?" she asked the trio, pausing from her meal. Hermione gave a quizzical look.
"This weekend is a Hogsmeade weekend?" she asked. Madison nodded.
"They just posted the notice in the common rooms before I left for lunch." She explained. "All your names were on the attached list, so I was wondering if you were going. I've never been, so…"
"Oh, er… you can go with us! Right guys?" Harry spurted out. Ron stayed silent, his eyes still wide, and ears still pink. Hermione smiled.
"Perfect. We can show you around, and then we can have lunch." She said. Madison nodded.
"Well, alright then." Madison said. "It's a deal. Hogsmeade it is."
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AUTHORS NOTES: Hey, thanks for reading, guys! Still no reviews….hum…that's alright. As long as I have fun, right? And believe me, I've had SO much fun with these characters. I like trying to refine the relationships, and just…get a little deeper. Anyway, let me know what you think, alright? I'd love to hear from some people…even if it's just…one, ya know. Hehe. Thanks again!
