Disclaimer: *sings* clefairy clefairy clefairy clef clef fairy fairy
*stops singing* (Translation: Harry Potter isn't mine, isn't mine.)
*sings* clefairy fairy clefairy fairy fairy clef *stops singing* (It isn't
the authors, it isn't isn't the author's either!) *sings* CleFAIRY-fairy
clefairy o_O *stops singing* (Wait, I hope you're not a Pokemon trainer.
o_O)
Rating: PG-13
AN: Ahhh... aren't hot packs great? Put 'em in the microwave for a minute,
arrage them, and voila! Those neck muscles that haven't un-tensed in the
past two years? Relaxed.
Er-hem, well, first things first. Thanks to clefairymon or smurfysailor or
whoever you are right now for the disclaimer inspiration! Sorry I haven't
talked to you in like two years. ^_^()
Speaking of like two years I know it hasn't been THAT long, but it sure
seems like it. I started reading J. L. Matthew's "Slythering Rising"
series yesterday (at a friend's reccomendation) and got a heartache for
this again.
... Personally, I think she really could have portrayed the twins better,
but... this isn't to critique her story, it's to give you mine. Enjoy!
**Blue Raspberry**
Chapter Two - The Unexpected Slytherin
"All ready, boys?" Molly Weasley asked, checking Ron and the twins over
for anything out of place. Ron wrinkled his nose, but said nothing for
years of unnecessary look-overs. He, Harry, Fred and George were to go to
Diagon alley and buy school supplies. It was the first year they were
allowed to go alone (by Mr. Weasley's request), and Ron relished the
thought of it just being himself, Harry, and Hermione again after a long
summer.
"Mum, if we don't get going, we'll miss Lee at Flourish and Blotts!" Fred
complained after a long moment more of being checked over, then grinned at
his twin.
"I know, dear, just making sure you're presentable." She looked him over
and pulled the jar of floo powder off the mantle. "Now, Fred, you first."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Bushy brown hair behind a book. That's all the world could see of Hermione
Granger at the moment. Then suddenly - she had a face! Down went the book
she had been flipping through and off she went to the bookshelf for
another. Momentarily, she pulled down a new-looking potions text and
opened it somewhere in the middle.
"The Ruby Love potion..." she read aloud, though unintentionally. "The
person who drinks it falls completely in love with the person who gave it
to him. He will love that person for the rest of his life... hmmm... for
the rest of the giver's or drinker's life, I wonder?"
"The drinker's life." A girl not far down the bookshelf stated
confidently. Hermione turned to her.
"Really? How do you know?"
The thin copper-haired girl grinned, tossing a paperback book on dragons
from hand to hand. "I know Lioness Blackfire, the author of that book,
personally. Her parents constantly fought and were thinking of getting a
divorce. One day, she tricked her mom into thinking it was a smoothie from
her to her dad and asked her mother to give it to him. He drank it, and
suddenly was all in love with her. As it was him causing the fights in the
first place... well, it worked. Her mom died of some type of brain tumor
not too long ago and her dad still loves her as much as the potion
guarantees." Hermione stared at the girl, openmouthed.
"It really works that well? That's... that's incredible!" She flipped the
book to see the author's name - Lioness Blackfire - stamped in gold
letters on the cover. "Who's this Lioness Blackfire, now?" she paused.
"Actually, who are you? You've been so nice and I completely forgot to ask
who you are!" The girl laughed again.
"I'm Haley Summonara. You are?"
"Hermione Granger. Pleased to meet you." They shook hands warmly.
"Hermione Granger? You..." she closed an eye, pointing a finger at the
other young witch. "You... went to the christmas ball with Viktor Krum
last year!"
"Impressive. Do you go to Hogwarts?"
"Of course." She grinned.
"Hermione!" A voice from the front of the shop called.
"Ron! Harry!" She called back. "Harry, my god, what happened to you? Are
you feeling well? You're far too thin-"
"Hermione, I'm okay, I'm okay! Really, don't worry about it. Just as soon
as we get back to school I'll get to play quidditch and then I'll really
look fine." He noticed the redhead behind his friend. "Who's this?"
"Oh! Ron, Harry, this is Haley Summonara. She goes to Hogwarts too."
"Cool." Ron said. "If you're shopping for supplies, you can come with us
if you like." A darkness passed over her features so quickly before
breaking into a grin that Harry wasn't quite sure he'd actually seen it.
"I'd love to! Thanks so much!" They bought books first, seeing as they
were in the shop (Hermione eventually deciding on getting the potions text
as well) and headed off for their other errands - Madame Maklin's for new
dress robes for Ron, the owlery for food for Hedwig and Pigwidgeon, a shop
selling fun-colored inks at Haley's insistance, and then of course the
Apothecary. While Hermione was inspecting bunches of unicorn hair and Ron
was avoiding live spiders, Harry noticed Haley speaking in a hushed and
hurried manner to the man behind the desk. However, hard as he listened
(while "reading" the labels of jars on the wall), he couldn't seem to make
out half of what was being said.
"Dried gingko leaves, yes... vervain, and none of that cheap kind... what
do you mean you're out of moon sugar? You should know to always keep a
supply..."
'Moon sugar?' He wondered. 'Dried ginko leaves and high-quality vervain?
What might a Hogwarts student be doing with all that? Certainly, it wasn't
part of the intermediate potions kit we're to bring this year.' Then a
hand plucked a jar from in front of his eyes. Startled, he turned to find
the culprit being Haley herself.
"Sorry, did I frighten you?" She grinned in a way that made him question
if she was really sorry. "Just getting a bit low on meteor slime." She
turned to a barrel of gray-blue stuff that Harry honestly hoped he'd never
have to touch and ladled it into the jar.
"Two ounces?" The cashier asked. "Six sickles, twenty-six knuts." Haley
handed the money to him readily, though muttering something about high
prices and being out of moon sugar. Ron, being completely oblivious,
suddenly exclaimed,
"Let's go for ice cream!" That was something they all could agree on and
they headed for the parlor. As they sat eating their ice cream, a tall,
lanky, very blonde boy appeared in front of the shop, apparently looking
for someone.
"Is that... Malfoy?" Hermione whispered. Something in Haley's neck
twitched and she flicked her eyes to him for no more than a second.
"In the flesh." she murmured. Just as she did so, he seemed to spot them
and came over, running a nervous hand through his hair.
"I can't beleive I'm asking you dunderheads this," he began with obvious
annoyance, "but have you seen a redhead girl, Hogwarts student, one green
eye and one-" he saw Haley, "-purple." There was a pause as they stared
each other down. "Haley!!"
"Draco!!" They yelled at the same time.
"They are Gryffindors, you know." he uttered quietly, sounding just a bit
dangerous.
"It's summer break, Draco, give it up!" Haley returned, standing.
"Slytherins do not associate with Gryffindors under ANY circumstance!" He
hissed.
"Break! Summer B-R-E-A-K! Houses don't matter over summer break, Draco,
house traditions don't apply!"
"MOST traditions, Haley!" He hissed a bit louder. "You, as a Slytherin,
are not to speak with anti-Slytherin Gryffindors EVER!" He ended quite
loudly, drawing openmouthed stares from the occupants of the near table.
Then he grabbed her by the wrist and led her off, with her calling after,
"See you all at Hogwarts! Ja ne!" The trio just stared after them.
"She was... a Slytherin?" Ron asked after a very long moment. "A Slytherin
who knows Malfoy well enough to call him Draco?"
"How in the world could she be one?" Hermione pondered. "I thought she
might have been a Ravenclaw, maybe even Hufflepuff, but..."
"She's awfully... er... cheerful to be a Slytherin, don't you think?"
Harry finally spoke. "What was the sorting hat doing when he placed her
there?" That was something, of course, that only the sorting hat itself
could answer.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Harry, dear, don't you think you ought to just watch them? Are you really
well enough?" Mrs. Weasley asked anxiously as her own boys headed out to
practice quidditch.
"Mrs. Weasley," he asked pleadingly, "I need to keep my stamina up.
Please? I promise to be careful."
"Well, alright. As long as you quit as soon as you get tired."
"Absolutely, Mrs. Weasley.Thanks." He chuckled as he ran out to the small
quidditch field. Ron was already in the air on his old Cleansweep Seven,
zooming around as fast as it could go. The short black-haired boy watched,
smiling, as his redhead friend flew about, having the time of his life.
"Harry! What'r you waiting for? Come on up!" He called, shaking his friend
out of his thoughts. Harry climbed on the Firebolt and quite literally
flew up to meet Ron.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Up in the air, flying as fast as the wind... that's what Ron Weasley felt.
But suddenly, he felt something else as well... perhaps a pair of watching
eyes. He stopped, looking about, and discovered Harry staring from the
ground, the oddest expression on his face.
"Harry! What'r you waiting for? Come on up!" He called. Harry snapped out
of his reverie and mounted, flying up to his already airborne friend. "You
feel up to this, Harry? You still seem a little... er..." he faltered,
trying to explain what he'd just seen.
"I'm fine. Don't worry about it. I'll just play 'seeker' and wait till
someone pitches a golf ball at me." Ron smiled widely.
"Okay. Just be careful up there." Harry nodded and flew up. So the game
began: Ron, Fred, and George all trying to get the 'quaffle' (an old
basketball) from each other, and Harry circling above, watching, and
occasionally swooping down to catch a gnome in the yard or distract one of
the twins.
Mid-game time, Ron found himself acknowledging the feeling of being
watched again. Fred and George were occupied with some quite friendly
struggling for the quaffle, so he turned his gaze to Harry, who was
darting after another gnome. He threw it quite a distance over the fence,
and looked up at Ron, who caught his eyes. Harry turned brilliantly red
and regally rode his Firebolt back up above the others.
But for the rest of the game, whenever Ron would glance up at his best
friend, he was watching him. Finally, after dinner, he stopped Harry in
the hallway.
"What's up?" he asked simply.
"What? Oh, uh, hi. What do you mean?"
Ron glanced at the ceiling as if for support and whispered, "Is everything
alright, Harry? You were... watching... me an aweful lot this afternoon.
Need to talk about something?" Ron's heart was beating in his chest so
hard he was sure it would burst. He knew what he wanted it to be, but that
didn't mean that's what it was.
"No, no." He laughed nervously. "I've already told you I'm alright."
Ron looked at him skeptically. "You're a really bad actor, you know that?
Come on, what's bothering you, Harry?"
Harry looked down and refused to meet his friend's eyes. "I can't tell you
now." He whispered, barely audible.
"At school, then?"
Harry sighed. "Sure, at school." Ron cast an arm about Harry's shoulders.
"Don't worry so much. It can't be good for you, and I know I'm not the
only one watching the great Harry Potter's health nowdays." He smiled
warmly. "Besides, it's late. Come on to bed." Something in Harry's bright
green eyes changed, and he looked over at Ron as a corner of his mouth
rose in a lopsided grin.
"Coming."
AN: WOW! That was hell to write! But DAMN it was fun! I'll honestly try to
get these up more often, but this particular story is really draining so
I'll just do the best I can.
Ah! And I need random minor Slytherin people! If you feel like being one,
put it in a review with your year, student name, basic appearance, and
basic personality. PLEASE don't ask to be on the quidditch team, I've got
them all figured out!
So R&R, eat, drink, and be merry!
Ja!
*stops singing* (Translation: Harry Potter isn't mine, isn't mine.)
*sings* clefairy fairy clefairy fairy fairy clef *stops singing* (It isn't
the authors, it isn't isn't the author's either!) *sings* CleFAIRY-fairy
clefairy o_O *stops singing* (Wait, I hope you're not a Pokemon trainer.
o_O)
Rating: PG-13
AN: Ahhh... aren't hot packs great? Put 'em in the microwave for a minute,
arrage them, and voila! Those neck muscles that haven't un-tensed in the
past two years? Relaxed.
Er-hem, well, first things first. Thanks to clefairymon or smurfysailor or
whoever you are right now for the disclaimer inspiration! Sorry I haven't
talked to you in like two years. ^_^()
Speaking of like two years I know it hasn't been THAT long, but it sure
seems like it. I started reading J. L. Matthew's "Slythering Rising"
series yesterday (at a friend's reccomendation) and got a heartache for
this again.
... Personally, I think she really could have portrayed the twins better,
but... this isn't to critique her story, it's to give you mine. Enjoy!
**Blue Raspberry**
Chapter Two - The Unexpected Slytherin
"All ready, boys?" Molly Weasley asked, checking Ron and the twins over
for anything out of place. Ron wrinkled his nose, but said nothing for
years of unnecessary look-overs. He, Harry, Fred and George were to go to
Diagon alley and buy school supplies. It was the first year they were
allowed to go alone (by Mr. Weasley's request), and Ron relished the
thought of it just being himself, Harry, and Hermione again after a long
summer.
"Mum, if we don't get going, we'll miss Lee at Flourish and Blotts!" Fred
complained after a long moment more of being checked over, then grinned at
his twin.
"I know, dear, just making sure you're presentable." She looked him over
and pulled the jar of floo powder off the mantle. "Now, Fred, you first."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Bushy brown hair behind a book. That's all the world could see of Hermione
Granger at the moment. Then suddenly - she had a face! Down went the book
she had been flipping through and off she went to the bookshelf for
another. Momentarily, she pulled down a new-looking potions text and
opened it somewhere in the middle.
"The Ruby Love potion..." she read aloud, though unintentionally. "The
person who drinks it falls completely in love with the person who gave it
to him. He will love that person for the rest of his life... hmmm... for
the rest of the giver's or drinker's life, I wonder?"
"The drinker's life." A girl not far down the bookshelf stated
confidently. Hermione turned to her.
"Really? How do you know?"
The thin copper-haired girl grinned, tossing a paperback book on dragons
from hand to hand. "I know Lioness Blackfire, the author of that book,
personally. Her parents constantly fought and were thinking of getting a
divorce. One day, she tricked her mom into thinking it was a smoothie from
her to her dad and asked her mother to give it to him. He drank it, and
suddenly was all in love with her. As it was him causing the fights in the
first place... well, it worked. Her mom died of some type of brain tumor
not too long ago and her dad still loves her as much as the potion
guarantees." Hermione stared at the girl, openmouthed.
"It really works that well? That's... that's incredible!" She flipped the
book to see the author's name - Lioness Blackfire - stamped in gold
letters on the cover. "Who's this Lioness Blackfire, now?" she paused.
"Actually, who are you? You've been so nice and I completely forgot to ask
who you are!" The girl laughed again.
"I'm Haley Summonara. You are?"
"Hermione Granger. Pleased to meet you." They shook hands warmly.
"Hermione Granger? You..." she closed an eye, pointing a finger at the
other young witch. "You... went to the christmas ball with Viktor Krum
last year!"
"Impressive. Do you go to Hogwarts?"
"Of course." She grinned.
"Hermione!" A voice from the front of the shop called.
"Ron! Harry!" She called back. "Harry, my god, what happened to you? Are
you feeling well? You're far too thin-"
"Hermione, I'm okay, I'm okay! Really, don't worry about it. Just as soon
as we get back to school I'll get to play quidditch and then I'll really
look fine." He noticed the redhead behind his friend. "Who's this?"
"Oh! Ron, Harry, this is Haley Summonara. She goes to Hogwarts too."
"Cool." Ron said. "If you're shopping for supplies, you can come with us
if you like." A darkness passed over her features so quickly before
breaking into a grin that Harry wasn't quite sure he'd actually seen it.
"I'd love to! Thanks so much!" They bought books first, seeing as they
were in the shop (Hermione eventually deciding on getting the potions text
as well) and headed off for their other errands - Madame Maklin's for new
dress robes for Ron, the owlery for food for Hedwig and Pigwidgeon, a shop
selling fun-colored inks at Haley's insistance, and then of course the
Apothecary. While Hermione was inspecting bunches of unicorn hair and Ron
was avoiding live spiders, Harry noticed Haley speaking in a hushed and
hurried manner to the man behind the desk. However, hard as he listened
(while "reading" the labels of jars on the wall), he couldn't seem to make
out half of what was being said.
"Dried gingko leaves, yes... vervain, and none of that cheap kind... what
do you mean you're out of moon sugar? You should know to always keep a
supply..."
'Moon sugar?' He wondered. 'Dried ginko leaves and high-quality vervain?
What might a Hogwarts student be doing with all that? Certainly, it wasn't
part of the intermediate potions kit we're to bring this year.' Then a
hand plucked a jar from in front of his eyes. Startled, he turned to find
the culprit being Haley herself.
"Sorry, did I frighten you?" She grinned in a way that made him question
if she was really sorry. "Just getting a bit low on meteor slime." She
turned to a barrel of gray-blue stuff that Harry honestly hoped he'd never
have to touch and ladled it into the jar.
"Two ounces?" The cashier asked. "Six sickles, twenty-six knuts." Haley
handed the money to him readily, though muttering something about high
prices and being out of moon sugar. Ron, being completely oblivious,
suddenly exclaimed,
"Let's go for ice cream!" That was something they all could agree on and
they headed for the parlor. As they sat eating their ice cream, a tall,
lanky, very blonde boy appeared in front of the shop, apparently looking
for someone.
"Is that... Malfoy?" Hermione whispered. Something in Haley's neck
twitched and she flicked her eyes to him for no more than a second.
"In the flesh." she murmured. Just as she did so, he seemed to spot them
and came over, running a nervous hand through his hair.
"I can't beleive I'm asking you dunderheads this," he began with obvious
annoyance, "but have you seen a redhead girl, Hogwarts student, one green
eye and one-" he saw Haley, "-purple." There was a pause as they stared
each other down. "Haley!!"
"Draco!!" They yelled at the same time.
"They are Gryffindors, you know." he uttered quietly, sounding just a bit
dangerous.
"It's summer break, Draco, give it up!" Haley returned, standing.
"Slytherins do not associate with Gryffindors under ANY circumstance!" He
hissed.
"Break! Summer B-R-E-A-K! Houses don't matter over summer break, Draco,
house traditions don't apply!"
"MOST traditions, Haley!" He hissed a bit louder. "You, as a Slytherin,
are not to speak with anti-Slytherin Gryffindors EVER!" He ended quite
loudly, drawing openmouthed stares from the occupants of the near table.
Then he grabbed her by the wrist and led her off, with her calling after,
"See you all at Hogwarts! Ja ne!" The trio just stared after them.
"She was... a Slytherin?" Ron asked after a very long moment. "A Slytherin
who knows Malfoy well enough to call him Draco?"
"How in the world could she be one?" Hermione pondered. "I thought she
might have been a Ravenclaw, maybe even Hufflepuff, but..."
"She's awfully... er... cheerful to be a Slytherin, don't you think?"
Harry finally spoke. "What was the sorting hat doing when he placed her
there?" That was something, of course, that only the sorting hat itself
could answer.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Harry, dear, don't you think you ought to just watch them? Are you really
well enough?" Mrs. Weasley asked anxiously as her own boys headed out to
practice quidditch.
"Mrs. Weasley," he asked pleadingly, "I need to keep my stamina up.
Please? I promise to be careful."
"Well, alright. As long as you quit as soon as you get tired."
"Absolutely, Mrs. Weasley.Thanks." He chuckled as he ran out to the small
quidditch field. Ron was already in the air on his old Cleansweep Seven,
zooming around as fast as it could go. The short black-haired boy watched,
smiling, as his redhead friend flew about, having the time of his life.
"Harry! What'r you waiting for? Come on up!" He called, shaking his friend
out of his thoughts. Harry climbed on the Firebolt and quite literally
flew up to meet Ron.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Up in the air, flying as fast as the wind... that's what Ron Weasley felt.
But suddenly, he felt something else as well... perhaps a pair of watching
eyes. He stopped, looking about, and discovered Harry staring from the
ground, the oddest expression on his face.
"Harry! What'r you waiting for? Come on up!" He called. Harry snapped out
of his reverie and mounted, flying up to his already airborne friend. "You
feel up to this, Harry? You still seem a little... er..." he faltered,
trying to explain what he'd just seen.
"I'm fine. Don't worry about it. I'll just play 'seeker' and wait till
someone pitches a golf ball at me." Ron smiled widely.
"Okay. Just be careful up there." Harry nodded and flew up. So the game
began: Ron, Fred, and George all trying to get the 'quaffle' (an old
basketball) from each other, and Harry circling above, watching, and
occasionally swooping down to catch a gnome in the yard or distract one of
the twins.
Mid-game time, Ron found himself acknowledging the feeling of being
watched again. Fred and George were occupied with some quite friendly
struggling for the quaffle, so he turned his gaze to Harry, who was
darting after another gnome. He threw it quite a distance over the fence,
and looked up at Ron, who caught his eyes. Harry turned brilliantly red
and regally rode his Firebolt back up above the others.
But for the rest of the game, whenever Ron would glance up at his best
friend, he was watching him. Finally, after dinner, he stopped Harry in
the hallway.
"What's up?" he asked simply.
"What? Oh, uh, hi. What do you mean?"
Ron glanced at the ceiling as if for support and whispered, "Is everything
alright, Harry? You were... watching... me an aweful lot this afternoon.
Need to talk about something?" Ron's heart was beating in his chest so
hard he was sure it would burst. He knew what he wanted it to be, but that
didn't mean that's what it was.
"No, no." He laughed nervously. "I've already told you I'm alright."
Ron looked at him skeptically. "You're a really bad actor, you know that?
Come on, what's bothering you, Harry?"
Harry looked down and refused to meet his friend's eyes. "I can't tell you
now." He whispered, barely audible.
"At school, then?"
Harry sighed. "Sure, at school." Ron cast an arm about Harry's shoulders.
"Don't worry so much. It can't be good for you, and I know I'm not the
only one watching the great Harry Potter's health nowdays." He smiled
warmly. "Besides, it's late. Come on to bed." Something in Harry's bright
green eyes changed, and he looked over at Ron as a corner of his mouth
rose in a lopsided grin.
"Coming."
AN: WOW! That was hell to write! But DAMN it was fun! I'll honestly try to
get these up more often, but this particular story is really draining so
I'll just do the best I can.
Ah! And I need random minor Slytherin people! If you feel like being one,
put it in a review with your year, student name, basic appearance, and
basic personality. PLEASE don't ask to be on the quidditch team, I've got
them all figured out!
So R&R, eat, drink, and be merry!
Ja!