Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters. I do own Celissia,
Ellemorah, Liz, Jenni, others I may add later on in the story, and the
plot.
Sorry I didn't post for so long. I just started school again and I've been busy. You probably will think this chapter is boring but I've got to come up with some more exciting stuff 2 add. Thanx to everyone who's reviewed so far! Keep 'em coming!!!! :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: CHAPTER 8
::Another Dream that Night:: I was walking along the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley in the huge crowd of chattering people. I saw a younger Ron with his parents and Ginny. Hidden around the corner of a store were Fred and George, both snickering and whispering. Ron spotted a bronze knut lying lonesome on the street. He bent over to pick it up and RIPPPP!!!! Ron's pants split right down the back. A few young girls pointed at him and giggled. Ron's ears turned bright pink with embarrassment. Fred put his wand away and he and George ran off with their hands closed tightly to their mouths to stop from laughing, unnoticed. ::Reality:: I woke up suddenly. That was perhaps the funniest dream I had ever had but for some reason I didn't laugh. I couldn't have if I wanted to. It was like something was stopping me. I shook my head, trying to find the reason for the peculiar dream. It was like I was there, like the one with my father. How could it be one of the "dark" dreams, though? I didn't witness a death. And why didn't I feel any emotion? I thought suddenly of my burst of laughter only hours earlier. Maybe there is a connection there..
I listened for a few seconds, expecting to hear breathing, but remembered that Ginny and Hermione decided to sleep downstairs. After my Voldemort eyes, they were terrified to occupy the same room with me. I do not blame them, though. I would have been frightened, too.
::Three Days Later:: Today is the day before I go to Hogwarts. I can feel the intense excitement and fear rising in me. I tried not to think of school just yet. Myself, along with everyone else, already had begun to pack our bags today. Around two in the afternoon, most everything was ready to go. Everyone is no longer afraid of me. That night has kind of wore off and nothing strange has happened..yet. We were all sitting around outside when Fred, after observing the sky, said, "What do you guys say in a little Quidditch game? I could use some practice after being booted off the team by Umbridge last year. That great twit. Dumbledore, good man he is by letting us rejoin the team, huh Harry and George? Ron, you really should rethink about quitting the team." "I think I'll just take a break this year, Fred. Way too much excitement for us all last year," said Ron. "So you guys wanna play?" repeated Fred. "I'm in. Sounds good to me," said George. "Me, too," said Harry. "And me," chimed in Ginny. "Well, I did quit, but what the heck," said Ron. "I don't have a broom and your not going to try to get me on one anyway so I'll just watch you guys," said Hermione. "Alright. Well what do you say then Celissia? You in?" Fred asked me. "Oh, no. I don't think so. I've never played before and I don't even have a broom." "Ah, c'mon. I know! You can use my older brother, Bill's old broom. It's an older model and a bit rickety but he kept really good care of it. It will work just fine, I'm sure. Won his team the Cup a few years back at school. Hasn't touched it in years. I'll get it for you," said Fred. "Accendio, broom!" He pointed his wand at a window in the second story. The window snapped open and a broom came flying out toward us. It came close to me and I held out my arms and caught it. I blew the dust off it and saw that there was the name, Cleansweep 300 on it. I ran a finger up the handle of the broom. It was the first one I had ever held before. "Well, are you going to get on it, then?" said Fred smiling. "Oh! Yeah." I had been pleased just to hold the broom. I swung a leg over the broom. After about five seconds my feet lifted off the ground. I suddenly took a death grip and leaned on the handle. I felt my arms and legs shake. After I got used to the feeling I sat up, still holding on tightly, and leaned forward a bit to move it. The broom moved forward and I bent over even more and zoomed around some trees a couple of times. "Wow! This isn't that hard at all. It's great!" I said excitedly. "Nothing to it is there?" said George. The others hopped on their brooms and joined me in the air. "I suppose we will need a Quaffle and some goal rings," said Fred. He pointed his wand at a flowerpot on the back porch and it turned into a bright red ball. Then he swooshed his wand in a circular motion a few times and three golden hoops appeared at each end of the Weasleys' yard. "Now we need teams," said George. "I'll take Harry and Ron." "Then I'll have Ginny and Celissia," said Fred. "Ginny you can be a chaser with me, and Celissia, why don't you try being keeper for us?" "Err...I'll give it my best shot," I said, unsure I could do it. "Guess we've got a team then! George, throw the Quaffle up!" Fred told George. George did so and he grabbed it and zoomed toward me at the goals. He raced past Ginny and threw it at the goals but Fred zipped in front of me and caught it. He raced toward the other end and weaved his way through Harry and George and threw the Quaffle past Ron to score us a goal. "Oh, yeah!!!" Fred yelled while punching the air with his fist in victory. "Good job, Fred!!!" Ginny and I congratulated him. George received the Quaffle again and raced back to our end of the yard. Ginny made an attempt to stop him but she got knocked sideways out of his way. Fred was close behind George, but he wouldn't be able to stop him this time from scoring a goal. George came even closer and tossed the ball to the hoop on the left of me. I made a quick, wild dive and rolled over a few times in the air. I got the broom upright and held the Quaffle high above my head with a broad grin of pleasure on my face. I couldn't believe I actually caught it on my first try. A few saves later made Fred tell me, "You were born a keeper!"
(A/N: How was that? This quick Quidditch game will be of some good use to Celissia later on. I promise the answer to the weird dream and laughter in the next chapter! Please R&R!)
Sorry I didn't post for so long. I just started school again and I've been busy. You probably will think this chapter is boring but I've got to come up with some more exciting stuff 2 add. Thanx to everyone who's reviewed so far! Keep 'em coming!!!! :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: CHAPTER 8
::Another Dream that Night:: I was walking along the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley in the huge crowd of chattering people. I saw a younger Ron with his parents and Ginny. Hidden around the corner of a store were Fred and George, both snickering and whispering. Ron spotted a bronze knut lying lonesome on the street. He bent over to pick it up and RIPPPP!!!! Ron's pants split right down the back. A few young girls pointed at him and giggled. Ron's ears turned bright pink with embarrassment. Fred put his wand away and he and George ran off with their hands closed tightly to their mouths to stop from laughing, unnoticed. ::Reality:: I woke up suddenly. That was perhaps the funniest dream I had ever had but for some reason I didn't laugh. I couldn't have if I wanted to. It was like something was stopping me. I shook my head, trying to find the reason for the peculiar dream. It was like I was there, like the one with my father. How could it be one of the "dark" dreams, though? I didn't witness a death. And why didn't I feel any emotion? I thought suddenly of my burst of laughter only hours earlier. Maybe there is a connection there..
I listened for a few seconds, expecting to hear breathing, but remembered that Ginny and Hermione decided to sleep downstairs. After my Voldemort eyes, they were terrified to occupy the same room with me. I do not blame them, though. I would have been frightened, too.
::Three Days Later:: Today is the day before I go to Hogwarts. I can feel the intense excitement and fear rising in me. I tried not to think of school just yet. Myself, along with everyone else, already had begun to pack our bags today. Around two in the afternoon, most everything was ready to go. Everyone is no longer afraid of me. That night has kind of wore off and nothing strange has happened..yet. We were all sitting around outside when Fred, after observing the sky, said, "What do you guys say in a little Quidditch game? I could use some practice after being booted off the team by Umbridge last year. That great twit. Dumbledore, good man he is by letting us rejoin the team, huh Harry and George? Ron, you really should rethink about quitting the team." "I think I'll just take a break this year, Fred. Way too much excitement for us all last year," said Ron. "So you guys wanna play?" repeated Fred. "I'm in. Sounds good to me," said George. "Me, too," said Harry. "And me," chimed in Ginny. "Well, I did quit, but what the heck," said Ron. "I don't have a broom and your not going to try to get me on one anyway so I'll just watch you guys," said Hermione. "Alright. Well what do you say then Celissia? You in?" Fred asked me. "Oh, no. I don't think so. I've never played before and I don't even have a broom." "Ah, c'mon. I know! You can use my older brother, Bill's old broom. It's an older model and a bit rickety but he kept really good care of it. It will work just fine, I'm sure. Won his team the Cup a few years back at school. Hasn't touched it in years. I'll get it for you," said Fred. "Accendio, broom!" He pointed his wand at a window in the second story. The window snapped open and a broom came flying out toward us. It came close to me and I held out my arms and caught it. I blew the dust off it and saw that there was the name, Cleansweep 300 on it. I ran a finger up the handle of the broom. It was the first one I had ever held before. "Well, are you going to get on it, then?" said Fred smiling. "Oh! Yeah." I had been pleased just to hold the broom. I swung a leg over the broom. After about five seconds my feet lifted off the ground. I suddenly took a death grip and leaned on the handle. I felt my arms and legs shake. After I got used to the feeling I sat up, still holding on tightly, and leaned forward a bit to move it. The broom moved forward and I bent over even more and zoomed around some trees a couple of times. "Wow! This isn't that hard at all. It's great!" I said excitedly. "Nothing to it is there?" said George. The others hopped on their brooms and joined me in the air. "I suppose we will need a Quaffle and some goal rings," said Fred. He pointed his wand at a flowerpot on the back porch and it turned into a bright red ball. Then he swooshed his wand in a circular motion a few times and three golden hoops appeared at each end of the Weasleys' yard. "Now we need teams," said George. "I'll take Harry and Ron." "Then I'll have Ginny and Celissia," said Fred. "Ginny you can be a chaser with me, and Celissia, why don't you try being keeper for us?" "Err...I'll give it my best shot," I said, unsure I could do it. "Guess we've got a team then! George, throw the Quaffle up!" Fred told George. George did so and he grabbed it and zoomed toward me at the goals. He raced past Ginny and threw it at the goals but Fred zipped in front of me and caught it. He raced toward the other end and weaved his way through Harry and George and threw the Quaffle past Ron to score us a goal. "Oh, yeah!!!" Fred yelled while punching the air with his fist in victory. "Good job, Fred!!!" Ginny and I congratulated him. George received the Quaffle again and raced back to our end of the yard. Ginny made an attempt to stop him but she got knocked sideways out of his way. Fred was close behind George, but he wouldn't be able to stop him this time from scoring a goal. George came even closer and tossed the ball to the hoop on the left of me. I made a quick, wild dive and rolled over a few times in the air. I got the broom upright and held the Quaffle high above my head with a broad grin of pleasure on my face. I couldn't believe I actually caught it on my first try. A few saves later made Fred tell me, "You were born a keeper!"
(A/N: How was that? This quick Quidditch game will be of some good use to Celissia later on. I promise the answer to the weird dream and laughter in the next chapter! Please R&R!)