The Unicorn and the Stag
Chapter 19
Rose wasn't at the prefect meeting, and everyone was getting worried.
Well, not everyone. The Slytherins were just bored. But the Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor prefects and the Head Boy and Girl, Roger Davies and Alicia Spinnet were.
"She's probably just organizing something. She does that obsessively, you know," Ron suggested.
Harry smiled. He knew Rose better. And she considered being prompt more important than being organized. Weird teacher qualities. "I'm going to check her room. She finally gave me the password." He ran all the way to her room. He was worried; his newly acquired sibling sixth sense was beating a tattoo on the inside of his skull. Something felt wrong. Of course, that could just be the telepathy talking.
He stopped. He was at the portrait of the Potter family she had replaced her door with.
"In dreams!" he panted. His mother nodded and the portrait swung aside. He bolted through and started yelling for his sister.
"Rose? Rose! Are you in here? Are you all right?" He heard his sister's voice and a laugh he recognized. Voldemort was there.
"Rose!" He was screaming now. He swore. Her rooms were so huge he couldn't figure out where she was. It took him about seven minutes to find the door to her bathroom. He pulled out his wand. "Alohomora!" he whispered. His voice was getting hoarse. He yanked open the door to see a cloud of green smoke and his sister collapsing into her filled bath tub.
"No! Rose!" He dove in. It was one of those ones ten feet deep, so he didn't break his neck. Rose's face looked ghostly green. He reached out and grabbed her hand and tried to pull her up. He sent out a random telepathic message to anyone who could help her.
*Rose's in trouble!*
Within instants several teachers grabbed Harry's and Rose's hands and pulled them out of the bath tub. Professors Snape and Dumbledore led Rose away, and Professor McGonagall threw a large blanket around his shoulders.
"Mr. Potter! Would you be so kind as to enlighten us and tell us what happened here?"
"I don't know, Professor. Rose didn't show up for the prefect meeting about the trip and I got worried, so I came to see if she was here. I heard her voice and someone else's coming from here. I used Alohomora on the lock and saw this cloud of green smoke and I saw Rose fall into her tub. It was a deep tub and she was unconscious, so I jumped in to get her. I called some of my friends and I guess you heard me." There was a loud BANG, and the Golds and Bill burst into the room. "I guess they heard it, too."
The group immediately began shouting questions at McGonagall.
"What happened?"
"How's Rose?"
"How's Harry?"
She held up her hand for silence. "Professor Potter is over there. Bill ran over to Rose, who was just regaining consciousness. "Everyone is just fine." This subdued them all. "Now I suggest you get back to your dormitories or one hundred points will be taken from all of your houses!" They scurried off, followed by Harry.
*~*~*
Two weeks later, it was Christmas Eve. Harry went with Ginny, of course, Ron went with Hermione, the Weasly twins went with the Bernards, the Patil twins went with Dean and Seamus, and Rose, of course, went with Bill.
All of the girl twins matched. The Weasly twins were in bright red. Harry had his deep red robes and Ginny looked beautiful in deep red and gold. Ron had yellow robes while Hermione had spring green. Rose was wearing a tight- fitting dress with a deep red top and a gold bottom, with red and gold robes. Bill was in deep red. The girls had pestered Rose until she had shown them how to do the complicated knot she had worn in her hair on her birthday. She had put her diamond hair clips in. Hermione thought that the Weasly/Potter dates were very cute. Potters and Weaslys seemed to do well together.
They had decided to play only Muggle music, and everyone loved it except the Slytherins. They were currently playing Play's Hopelessly Devoted. The girls who had heard it before were singing along while dancing. Hermione was having a wonderful time with Ron. He was actually a very good dancer. But they both like the slow dances better. It gave them a chance to cool down and it gave Hermione a chance to get very close to him.
They danced for an hour before they finally sat down. Unfortunately, there was only one chair left, and Ron beat Hermione to it.
"I got here first," he declared, grinning.
"Did not."
"Did too."
"I have a solution." Hermione used this excuse to sit on his lap. He didn't complain. They sat and watched everyone dance and make out with each other.
"Eew! I wish Fred and George would stop putting their tongues in Alexa and Alice's mouths."
"It's romantic."
"It's disgusting. And the Bernards are older!"
"Only three years."
"I thought they were Rose's age."
"Then five years. It's not that much. I have a Muggle friend whose mum is ten years older than her dad."
"Ten?!"
Just then Avril Lavigne started playing.
"Oh! I love Avril!" Hermione exclaimed. "Come on, let's dance!" She pulled Ron back onto the dance floor. The song was currently Anything But Ordinary.
"Sometimes I get so weird.isn't this song great? I laugh myself to sleep, it's my lullaby."
"Muggle singers actually sing!"
"Is it enough to love.of course they do, dummy.somebody rip my heart out and leave me here to bleed."
"Magical singers charm their voices. And isn't this kind of gory?"
"It's metaphorical! Somebody save my life."
About 10 Avril songs later.
"Come on Ron; let's go sit in the Ice Garden." She pulled him out to the garden of roses and ice statues with the soft snow falling on their faces.
"It's really nice out here, Hermione," Ron said, sitting down on a warm ice bench.
"Yeah. Romantic," she said, leaning towards him.
*~*~*
Ron was enjoying every minute of this. He was going to get to kiss the girl he had had a crush on since first year!
*~*~*
About ten feet away, Rose and Bill were kissing passionately behind the white roses when they heard a rustle. Their lips separated.
"What was that?" Rose said.
"I'll go check it out." Bill pulled the bushes aside to reveal his brother making out with Hermione. He hastily patted the roses back into place and looked over at wide-eyed Rose. Suddenly, she started to giggle. It was contagious. Bill started laughing along. Soon, they were laughing hysterically.
*~*~*
Ginny was having a wonderful time with Harry. And they matched perfectly, to her delight and the Slytherins' horror. As they danced by them, Ginny stuck out her tongue as the Slytherin girls were in bright green and silver and their dates were in forest green. They clashed horribly. They glared at her, making her and Harry laugh.
"Oh, I love aggravating them for a change!" Ginny said. "I'm so tired of them always picking on me! I swear, I'll curse Pansy if she doesn't shut up about my family! Dad got a raise, so we're doing much better. Bill got a raise too. That was one of the reasons he waited to propose to Rose, I think. He bought her this huge ring, she showed it to me. It's got about five different gems. It looks like a unicorn."
"Hey, how come I haven't seen it yet?" Harry said, pretending to be hurt.
"How can you miss it? It's the size of a large beetle." They waltzed by the Slytherins, who were staring at the Daily Prophet. They waved it at Harry as he passed.
"Hey, Potter, seen the paper?" Ginny glanced at the paper as she passed. She did a double take. On the front page of the paper was a blown-up picture of Rose from a teacher photo. Above the picture was a headline: MORE POTTERS
Ginny snatched the paper. "Give me that," she snapped at the Slytherin sixth year holding it. "Harry, look at this." His jaw dropped.
"That Skeeter bitch, how'd she find her?" They read the story.
MORE POTTERS
Everyone knows about the Potter family, right? There's Lily, James, and Harry. We all know Harry's the only one left. Think again. Harrison James Potter has an older sister.
Rosemary Lillian Potter attended Hogwarts for three years before transferring to the Salem Witches Academy. She finished her lessons there and enjoyed a job as Seeker for the American national team under the named Rosaline Laura Creek. She returned to England the summer of this year to "be with her family." She has. She has begun living with her godparents, Professor Minerva McGonagall and Professor Severus Snape and gotten a job as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and become engaged to the son of Ministry of Magic official Arthur Weasly, William Weasly.
There is also one other long-lost relation to Harry. A cousin, who herself had no idea she was any relation to Harry. She is Harry's best friend at Hogwarts, Hermione Laura Granger. Her mother, the middle Evans sister, got married just out of high school and ran away from the Evans. She later had Hermione.
Did Harry know about these long-lost relations? A question only he can answer.
*~*~*
Harry and Ginny sprinted to Rose and Bill, who were taking a break to get some punch.
"Rose!" he yelled. This was a disaster! "Look at the paper!" He waved the Daily Prophet in her face. He watched as her eyes widened, and she snatched the paper and quickly skimmed the article.
"Harry, did you tell them?"
"Of course I didn't! I hate that Skeeter cow!"
"What about Hermione?"
"She hates her even more."
"I know the other Golds wouldn't." She turned to Bill. "Oh please tell me it wasn't you."
"Of course not. I've hated her since she called me 'a long-haired pillock.'"
"That's right dear. Oh, come on, we've got to get the rest of the Golds! This is serious!"
They pulled the other Weaslys and Hermione and the Bernards away from their make out sessions to show them. They found the Patils searching frantically for them. They had already gotten the news. Within minutes, they were all gathered in Rose's sitting room.
"Have you told anyone about this?" Rose asked. Her face was very pale.
"No. You swore us to secrecy. That Skeeter bitch, I warned her, I told her if she ever did that again, I would out her."
"Do what, Hermione?" they all said simultaneously.
"She's an unregistered Animagus. She can turn into a beetle. I found her eavesdropping on the hospital wing last year and put her in a jar. I told her not to do it again and throw away her wretched Quick-Quote Quill or I'd out her. I'm keeping my promise. Who's with me?" Everyone's hands went up. "Who's good at writing?" Rose's and the Patils' hands went up.
"You too, Hermione," Harry said.
"They need you to write the structure. Everyone else edits and figures out a place to send it."
"I'm fine with that," she said. The rest of the writers nodded. "Let's get to work."
Chapter 19
Rose wasn't at the prefect meeting, and everyone was getting worried.
Well, not everyone. The Slytherins were just bored. But the Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor prefects and the Head Boy and Girl, Roger Davies and Alicia Spinnet were.
"She's probably just organizing something. She does that obsessively, you know," Ron suggested.
Harry smiled. He knew Rose better. And she considered being prompt more important than being organized. Weird teacher qualities. "I'm going to check her room. She finally gave me the password." He ran all the way to her room. He was worried; his newly acquired sibling sixth sense was beating a tattoo on the inside of his skull. Something felt wrong. Of course, that could just be the telepathy talking.
He stopped. He was at the portrait of the Potter family she had replaced her door with.
"In dreams!" he panted. His mother nodded and the portrait swung aside. He bolted through and started yelling for his sister.
"Rose? Rose! Are you in here? Are you all right?" He heard his sister's voice and a laugh he recognized. Voldemort was there.
"Rose!" He was screaming now. He swore. Her rooms were so huge he couldn't figure out where she was. It took him about seven minutes to find the door to her bathroom. He pulled out his wand. "Alohomora!" he whispered. His voice was getting hoarse. He yanked open the door to see a cloud of green smoke and his sister collapsing into her filled bath tub.
"No! Rose!" He dove in. It was one of those ones ten feet deep, so he didn't break his neck. Rose's face looked ghostly green. He reached out and grabbed her hand and tried to pull her up. He sent out a random telepathic message to anyone who could help her.
*Rose's in trouble!*
Within instants several teachers grabbed Harry's and Rose's hands and pulled them out of the bath tub. Professors Snape and Dumbledore led Rose away, and Professor McGonagall threw a large blanket around his shoulders.
"Mr. Potter! Would you be so kind as to enlighten us and tell us what happened here?"
"I don't know, Professor. Rose didn't show up for the prefect meeting about the trip and I got worried, so I came to see if she was here. I heard her voice and someone else's coming from here. I used Alohomora on the lock and saw this cloud of green smoke and I saw Rose fall into her tub. It was a deep tub and she was unconscious, so I jumped in to get her. I called some of my friends and I guess you heard me." There was a loud BANG, and the Golds and Bill burst into the room. "I guess they heard it, too."
The group immediately began shouting questions at McGonagall.
"What happened?"
"How's Rose?"
"How's Harry?"
She held up her hand for silence. "Professor Potter is over there. Bill ran over to Rose, who was just regaining consciousness. "Everyone is just fine." This subdued them all. "Now I suggest you get back to your dormitories or one hundred points will be taken from all of your houses!" They scurried off, followed by Harry.
*~*~*
Two weeks later, it was Christmas Eve. Harry went with Ginny, of course, Ron went with Hermione, the Weasly twins went with the Bernards, the Patil twins went with Dean and Seamus, and Rose, of course, went with Bill.
All of the girl twins matched. The Weasly twins were in bright red. Harry had his deep red robes and Ginny looked beautiful in deep red and gold. Ron had yellow robes while Hermione had spring green. Rose was wearing a tight- fitting dress with a deep red top and a gold bottom, with red and gold robes. Bill was in deep red. The girls had pestered Rose until she had shown them how to do the complicated knot she had worn in her hair on her birthday. She had put her diamond hair clips in. Hermione thought that the Weasly/Potter dates were very cute. Potters and Weaslys seemed to do well together.
They had decided to play only Muggle music, and everyone loved it except the Slytherins. They were currently playing Play's Hopelessly Devoted. The girls who had heard it before were singing along while dancing. Hermione was having a wonderful time with Ron. He was actually a very good dancer. But they both like the slow dances better. It gave them a chance to cool down and it gave Hermione a chance to get very close to him.
They danced for an hour before they finally sat down. Unfortunately, there was only one chair left, and Ron beat Hermione to it.
"I got here first," he declared, grinning.
"Did not."
"Did too."
"I have a solution." Hermione used this excuse to sit on his lap. He didn't complain. They sat and watched everyone dance and make out with each other.
"Eew! I wish Fred and George would stop putting their tongues in Alexa and Alice's mouths."
"It's romantic."
"It's disgusting. And the Bernards are older!"
"Only three years."
"I thought they were Rose's age."
"Then five years. It's not that much. I have a Muggle friend whose mum is ten years older than her dad."
"Ten?!"
Just then Avril Lavigne started playing.
"Oh! I love Avril!" Hermione exclaimed. "Come on, let's dance!" She pulled Ron back onto the dance floor. The song was currently Anything But Ordinary.
"Sometimes I get so weird.isn't this song great? I laugh myself to sleep, it's my lullaby."
"Muggle singers actually sing!"
"Is it enough to love.of course they do, dummy.somebody rip my heart out and leave me here to bleed."
"Magical singers charm their voices. And isn't this kind of gory?"
"It's metaphorical! Somebody save my life."
About 10 Avril songs later.
"Come on Ron; let's go sit in the Ice Garden." She pulled him out to the garden of roses and ice statues with the soft snow falling on their faces.
"It's really nice out here, Hermione," Ron said, sitting down on a warm ice bench.
"Yeah. Romantic," she said, leaning towards him.
*~*~*
Ron was enjoying every minute of this. He was going to get to kiss the girl he had had a crush on since first year!
*~*~*
About ten feet away, Rose and Bill were kissing passionately behind the white roses when they heard a rustle. Their lips separated.
"What was that?" Rose said.
"I'll go check it out." Bill pulled the bushes aside to reveal his brother making out with Hermione. He hastily patted the roses back into place and looked over at wide-eyed Rose. Suddenly, she started to giggle. It was contagious. Bill started laughing along. Soon, they were laughing hysterically.
*~*~*
Ginny was having a wonderful time with Harry. And they matched perfectly, to her delight and the Slytherins' horror. As they danced by them, Ginny stuck out her tongue as the Slytherin girls were in bright green and silver and their dates were in forest green. They clashed horribly. They glared at her, making her and Harry laugh.
"Oh, I love aggravating them for a change!" Ginny said. "I'm so tired of them always picking on me! I swear, I'll curse Pansy if she doesn't shut up about my family! Dad got a raise, so we're doing much better. Bill got a raise too. That was one of the reasons he waited to propose to Rose, I think. He bought her this huge ring, she showed it to me. It's got about five different gems. It looks like a unicorn."
"Hey, how come I haven't seen it yet?" Harry said, pretending to be hurt.
"How can you miss it? It's the size of a large beetle." They waltzed by the Slytherins, who were staring at the Daily Prophet. They waved it at Harry as he passed.
"Hey, Potter, seen the paper?" Ginny glanced at the paper as she passed. She did a double take. On the front page of the paper was a blown-up picture of Rose from a teacher photo. Above the picture was a headline: MORE POTTERS
Ginny snatched the paper. "Give me that," she snapped at the Slytherin sixth year holding it. "Harry, look at this." His jaw dropped.
"That Skeeter bitch, how'd she find her?" They read the story.
MORE POTTERS
Everyone knows about the Potter family, right? There's Lily, James, and Harry. We all know Harry's the only one left. Think again. Harrison James Potter has an older sister.
Rosemary Lillian Potter attended Hogwarts for three years before transferring to the Salem Witches Academy. She finished her lessons there and enjoyed a job as Seeker for the American national team under the named Rosaline Laura Creek. She returned to England the summer of this year to "be with her family." She has. She has begun living with her godparents, Professor Minerva McGonagall and Professor Severus Snape and gotten a job as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and become engaged to the son of Ministry of Magic official Arthur Weasly, William Weasly.
There is also one other long-lost relation to Harry. A cousin, who herself had no idea she was any relation to Harry. She is Harry's best friend at Hogwarts, Hermione Laura Granger. Her mother, the middle Evans sister, got married just out of high school and ran away from the Evans. She later had Hermione.
Did Harry know about these long-lost relations? A question only he can answer.
*~*~*
Harry and Ginny sprinted to Rose and Bill, who were taking a break to get some punch.
"Rose!" he yelled. This was a disaster! "Look at the paper!" He waved the Daily Prophet in her face. He watched as her eyes widened, and she snatched the paper and quickly skimmed the article.
"Harry, did you tell them?"
"Of course I didn't! I hate that Skeeter cow!"
"What about Hermione?"
"She hates her even more."
"I know the other Golds wouldn't." She turned to Bill. "Oh please tell me it wasn't you."
"Of course not. I've hated her since she called me 'a long-haired pillock.'"
"That's right dear. Oh, come on, we've got to get the rest of the Golds! This is serious!"
They pulled the other Weaslys and Hermione and the Bernards away from their make out sessions to show them. They found the Patils searching frantically for them. They had already gotten the news. Within minutes, they were all gathered in Rose's sitting room.
"Have you told anyone about this?" Rose asked. Her face was very pale.
"No. You swore us to secrecy. That Skeeter bitch, I warned her, I told her if she ever did that again, I would out her."
"Do what, Hermione?" they all said simultaneously.
"She's an unregistered Animagus. She can turn into a beetle. I found her eavesdropping on the hospital wing last year and put her in a jar. I told her not to do it again and throw away her wretched Quick-Quote Quill or I'd out her. I'm keeping my promise. Who's with me?" Everyone's hands went up. "Who's good at writing?" Rose's and the Patils' hands went up.
"You too, Hermione," Harry said.
"They need you to write the structure. Everyone else edits and figures out a place to send it."
"I'm fine with that," she said. The rest of the writers nodded. "Let's get to work."