Ok I did a little math and figured out that if I keep posting twice a week
at the rate I'm writing I'll end up with having people waiting on the next
chapter, by the time I get to chapter 21 or 22...THAT JUST WON'T DO!
I've now decided that I will update once a week...And that's final (I'm sooooooo sorry I keep changing what day and how many times I'll update.) So my plan is to update every Wednesday.
Sorry to inconvenience anyone...enjoy the story! And thanks to everyone who is reviewing!
Chapter 14: It's Here
"THIS STOP IS FOR HOGWARTS!" The train conductor boomed over the megaphone.
Chanse, Jonathan, and Glory all grabbed their bags and got off the giant red train. "Welcome to Hogsmeade." Chanse smiled as she led Jonathan and Glory down a long rocky street, "This is High Street." Chanse shouted, over the noise of the people.
They all walked a little farther down until they finally came upon The Three Broomsticks, "And here we are." Chanse smiled as she pushed the door open.
The three students walked inside to find a fairly good size store, which had booths and tables all around and then a long wooden bar, to the left, with mirrors hanging above it. "Can we sit in a booth?" Glory asked.
"We can sit wherever you want to sit." Chanse beamed.
"How about that one?" Glory pointed to a booth in the corner.
"That's great." Jonathan and Chanse chimed.
Glory led the way down to the other side of the bar till they reached the corner booth. They all through their bags on one side of the booth, and then Glory and Jonathan sat on the other side, while Chanse sat with the bags. "Are you sure you don't mind sitting with the bags?" Jonathan asked, politely.
"I'm sure...just give me a butterbeer and I'll be just fine." Chanse nodded.
"Alright."
"Are you guys going to get something to eat?"
"No, we wouldn't have time to eat it, and make it on time for our train."
"Alright."
"Can I help you three?" A short curvy woman with long straight black hair asked.
"Hello Madam Rosmerta." Chanse smiled.
"Oh hello there, Chanse." Rosmerta smiled, "How's Hogwarts been? I'm missed seeing you down here...where have you been all winter break?"
"Hogwarts is great...as usual," Chanse laughed, "and don't tell anyone but..."
"But what?" The young woman whispered, as she crouched down by the table.
"I was training with Puddlemere United, to become a Reserve."
"Are you joking?!" She shouted.
"Shhh, keep it down." Chanse scolded.
"Oh sorry," Rosmerta whispered, "So you're a Reserve for Puddlemere?"
"No, I hope I am." Chanse laughed softly, "I went to train so that Puddlemere can see what I can do, and then sometime I'll get a letter saying if I'm asked to be a Reserve or not."
"That's great!" Rosmerta squealed as she threw her arms around Chanse's neck.
"Thanks."
"Who are these two?" Rosmerta asked, as she looked at Jonathan and Glory.
"Oh these are just two of the people that I trained with," Chanse smirked, "This is Jonathan Coyous, he trained to be a Reserve Beater..."
"Hello." Jonathan shook Rosmerta's hand.
"And this is Glory Stephan, she trained to be a Reserve Chaser..."
"Nice to meet you." Glory shook Rosmerta's hand.
"Nice to meet both of you," Rosmerta smiled, "Any friend of a Hogwarts student is welcome here...So what can I get you three? It's on the house, since you guys could be the next Reserves for Puddlemere." Rosmerta beamed.
"We'll take three butterbeers, please." Jonathan smiled.
"That's it?!" Rosmerta gasped, "Aren't you going to stay awhile?"
"I'm sorry Madam, they we can't," Chanse sighed, "See their train leaves in forty-five minutes, and whoever's picking me up will be here in, about, fifty minutes."
"Well alright then," Rosmerta sighed, "I'll be right back with your butterbeers."
"Thank you." Glory shouted back to the fading image of Madam Rosmerta, as she walked back to the bar.
"So how does it feel to be home?" Jonathan smirked to Chanse.
"I'm not quite home, yet...but I'm close, and that feels great."
"Here you are." Rosmerta set down a frothy mug in front of each kid, "Enjoy." She smiled, and then left them, to serve other people.
"Thank you." Everyone smiled, as they picked up their butterbeers and took the first sip.
"Wow," Chanse exclaimed, as she set down the mug, "I haven't had one of these in awhile...and it feels great." She laughed.
"Jonathan can you move please?" Glory whispered.
"Why?"
"I need to go to the bathroom."
"Oh, sorry." Jonathan blushed, as he stood up.
"Chanse where are the bathrooms?"
"Ok go straight, form here, and then you will go down a hallway...turn left."
"Thank you." Glory smiled as she walked towards the bathroom.
"No problem," Chanse smiled, and then turned back to Jonathan, "I'm going to miss you guys." Chanse whined.
"Well do you have a pen?" Jonathan asked.
"Yeah, hold on," Chanse opened her carry-on and pulled out a pen, "Here."
Jonathan pulled the napkin out, from under his butterbeer, and began to scribble something on it, and then he handed it over to Chanse, "Here's my address for up in the North...and for Glory you just need to change the first name to, 'Glory Stephan'."
"Thanks." Chanse smiled, as she stuck the pen back in her bag, and the napkin in her pocket.
"I'm back." Glory smiled.
"That's good because we should get going if we want to get you guys on your train." Chanse stood up and collected her bags, and then stepped aside so that Glory and Jonathan could collect their bags.
Glory and Jonathan followed Chanse down the rocky street of High Street until they made their way to Hogsmeade Train Station...
"Well here you guys are!" Chanse shouted over the train's whistle.
"Thanks Chanse!" Glory shouted, as she flung her arms around Chanse's neck, and squeezed her.
"Bye Glory! I'll miss you!" Chanse squeezed back.
"I'll miss you too!" Glory forced her tears back, as she boarded the train.
"She always gets teary-eyed when she says her good-byes!" Jonathan shouted.
Chanse slightly laughed, and then looked deep into Jonathan's caramel eyes. The two of them looked deep into each other's eyes and they both knew that they could never see each other again. If one or neither one got this job they would go off in their own directions, and they may never see each other.
"I'm going to miss you Jonathan!" Chanse shouted.
"This isn't good-bye." He shouted, with a smile, and then he leaned forward to Chanse's ear and whispered, "Ingen materie avstanden som vi forend oss alltid i hjerte...glemmer ikke det...glemmer ikke at I elsker De...min liten søster."
Chanse smiled at Jonathan and shouted, "What?"
"It's Norwegian for, no matter the distance we will always be united in heart....don't forget that...don't forget that I love you...my little sister." Jonathan whispered to Chanse.
Chanse looked up at Jonathan and smiled. She knew that he was right...no matter the distances that they truly were united at heart.
She jumped into Jonathan's arms, and he squeezed her tightly in between his muscular arms, "I love you big brother." Chanse whispered in his ear.
"COME ON JONATHAN!" Glory shouted from the train.
Jonathan set Chanse down and jumped onto the train. He ran back to the compartment that Glory had picked out and he pushed down the window and waved bye to Chanse, "Good-bye liten søster!" Jonathan shouted from the window.
"Bye big brother!" Chanse shouted, as she watched the giant pull away from the train station and turn into a small dot in the horizon.
Chanse looked down at her hand, and watched as it slid into her pocket and pulled out the napkin. She smiled at the quick, sharp, writing on the paper before she shoved it back in her pocket, and turned to walk to the back entrance, to wait for someone to pick her up.
Chanse sat there for a hour, and waited for someone to pick her up but no one came. 'Maybe they're just late.' Chanse reassured herself.
Another hour passed and the sky cracked with thunder and lighting, as hard pelting rain came pouring down on the train station. Chanse unzipped her bag, and tried to see through the rain dripping off her eyelashes for Brandon's Quidditch cloak. "Here it is!" Chanse shouted, as she pulled out the cloak.
She quickly wrapped it around herself and pulled it close to her body, as she shivered from the cold. 'Chanse can I get under there?' Geno asked from his cage.
'Oh sorry Geno.' Chanse unlatched Geno's cage, and he jumped out and waddled over to Chanse's lap, where he curled into a ball, while Chanse pulled the cloak around her and Geno.
"Where are they?" Chanse whispered, as she looked around for some sign of her friends or Harry, or anyone she knew. 'Maybe I should have gone back home.' Chanse sighed, in her head, as she curled her knees up to her face.
"What wrong deary?" A squeaky voice asked.
Chanse looked up, from her ball, and came face-to-face with a tiny green man, "You're a leprechaun, aren't you?"
Normally Chanse would have flipped out, and wondered where his pot of gold was, but now that she had been a witch for a year, she knew better.
"Why yes I am," The leprechaun beamed, "Patty O'Brian's the name...and you are?"
"Chanse Potter, nice to meet you."
"Likewise...but tell me, what is the matter? You face is so sad." Patty sat down next to Chanse, making him much shorter now.
"Just wondering where my friends are."
"Supposed to pick you up, huh?"
"Yeah." Chanse sighed.
"In do time they'll come," Patty rubbed Chanse back, "In do time."
"Chanse!?" A voice yelled through the rain.
Chanse turned to her right and saw Harry, with an umbrella, running towards her. "HARRY!" Chanse screamed, as she picked up Geno, off her lap, and placed him on her shoulder, and ran over to Harry, scooping him up in her arms. "I've missed you so much baby brother!"
Chanse set Harry down, "I'm sorry I was so late, I lost track of time playing Ron in Wizard's Chess."
"It's ok." Chanse smiled, "You're here now," Chanse whispered as she walked back to her bags where Patty was sitting, "Harry this is Patty...he was keeping me company while I waited for you."
"Thank you for waiting with her." Harry shook Patty's hand.
"It was my pleasure to be in the company of such a lovely lady." Patty nodded, "I must be off now, so long!"
"Bye Patty! Thank you!" Chanse shouted, as she picked up her bags.
Harry led Chanse up to the Castle in the pouring rain, but they didn't care, Chanse was home and she had her little brother.
They finally made their way up the mountain side, into Hogwarts...
"Hold on Harry let me put my cloak in my bag." Chanse smiled, as she pulled off Brandon's cloak and stuffed it into her bag.
"CHANSE!" a girl squealed after busting out of the Great Hall.
Chanse stood up straight, "CHO!" She yelled, as she jumped over her bags and ran over to Cho, and engulfed her in a huge hug.
"I've missed you!"
"I've missed everyone so much."
"Why are you wet?" Cho asked, as she examined Chanse's clothing.
"Long story." Chanse rolled her eyes, "But why don't you come up with Harry and I to the Gryffindor Commons Room and I'll tell you all about my trip."
"Chanse not trying to rain on your parade...no pun intended...but outside house members aren't allowed in other houses."
"On it's just Cho...they won't notice." Chanse laughed as her and Cho walked up the rotating stairs to the Gryffindor Tower.
"Now Cho, I hate to do this, but I need to put a Silencing Charm on you, so that you don't hear our password."
"That's fine."
"Silenco." Chanse waved her wand, and within seconds Cho couldn't hear a word.
"Balderdash." Harry smiled, as the painting swung open.
"Frastuono." Chanse swished her wand and Cho could hear again.
"Well Cho just stay really quiet, and make a quick dash for my room."
"And that would be where?" Cho laughed.
"Up the stairs, to the right, on the top floor and the very end of the hallway on the left." Chanse said all in one breath.
"I'll try."
Cho followed in between Chanse and Harry as the three of them quickly walked into the Gryffindor Commons Room.
"CHANSE!" A voice squealed.
Chanse turned to her right and saw Angelina and Hermione running towards her, 'Well there goes not drawing attention to us.' Chanse laughed in her head.
"Hey!" Chanse smiled, as she hugged the two girls.
"We've missed you." Angelina smiled, and Hermione nodded in agreement.
"I need you guys to help me get Cho up to my room, right now." Chanse stepped aside, revealing Cho.
"Hi guys." Cho sheepishly waved.
"Oh shit," Angelina laughed, "your back less then five minutes and you already are breaking the rules."
"Like father like daughter." Chanse smirked.
"Alright." Angelina stepped forward.
"I don't know," Hermione sighed, "we could get in a lot of trouble...detention, exposition..."
"Oh shut up Hermione," Angelina laughed, "deep down inside of you there has to be a little girl wanting to break the rules, but you're to scared to let her out."
"No not really Angelina." Hermione smirked.
"Little girl or no little girl," Angelina gripped her hand around Hermione's wrist, "You're coming!"
The four girls took off running up the stairs, all the way up to the top floor. They made their way down to the end of the hallway where they opened the door, and ran inside; slamming the door behind them.
"I can't believe we made it." Cho panted.
"I know." Chanse laughed, as she walked over to her desk and pulled out a piece of parchment.
"I can't believe you dragged me up here!" Hermione sulked.
"Oh shut up!" Angelina laughed, as she nudged Hermione in the ribs, and watched Chanse walked over to her desk, "What are you doing?" Angelina asked as she walked over, behind Chanse.
"Writing to Jonathan." Chanse smirked as she pulled out her ink bottle.
"Who's Jonathan?"
"A guy, who I trained with," Angelina started to say something but Chanse quickly spoke," who has a girlfriend,." Angelina shut her mouth.
Dear Jonathan,
I hope you and Glory got in alright. I finally made it back to Hogwarts just fine.
When ever you get in, try to write me.
Love,
Chanse stopped writing and turned around to the girls, "I know this is a strange question but does anyone know Norwegian?"
"I do." Cho smiled.
"Can you come write something for me?"
"Sure," Cho jumped off Chanse's bed, and walked over to the desk, "What do you need?"
"I want you to sign it 'Your little sister', and up by Jonathan's name I want you to put 'Big brother'."
Cho leaned over the parchment and scribble down on it, and when she was done Chanse looked at what she had written:
Stor bror (Big brother) and Deres liten søster (Your little sister)
"Thanks Cho." Chanse smiled, as she rolled up the parchment, and handed it to Geno, "Take this to Jonathan at the Norse Magical Academy, for me Geno." Geno nodded his head, and flew out the window.
"So what happened there?" Angelina smirked, as she sat down on Chanse's bed.
"Well..." Chanse sat down on her bed, and soon the other girls joined her, except for Hermione, who was slowly walking towards the door to leave, "We trained...a lot."
"Anything interesting?"
Chanse thought about how Oliver was there, but she knew she didn't want to be hounded by her friends about what happened with him, so she decided it would be better to just leave him out.
"Well, let's see." Chanse stood up and walked over to her carry-on bag, "Brandon Rosedale was my coach."
"Brandon Rosedale?!" Hermione gasped, as she whipped around.
"Yup." Chanse smirked.
"I know that smirk," Cho pointed, "You only get it when something really good happens to you...what happened?"
"He kissed my cheek." Chanse smiled.
"WHAT?!" All three girls screamed, making Hermione run back over to the bed.
"Wait so you're telling me that Brandon Rosedale kissed your cheek, Chanse Potter?" Angelina hissed.
"Bitter and angry?" Chanse smirked.
"Who wouldn't be?" Angelina sulked.
"And..."
"There's an 'and' to that?" Cho gasped, "What happened? Did you have sex with the man?" Everyone looked at Cho in shock, "That's the only 'and' I could think of."
"She has a point." Angelina shrugged.
Chanse bent down to her bag and pulled out Brandon's Quidditch cloak, and put it on, "He gave me his Quidditch cloak."
"WHAT?!" They all screamed again.
"So wait you might sign with Puddlemere United and you're going out with Brandon Rosedale?" Angelina gasped, "You have all the fucking luck, don't you?"
"I'm not going out with him." Chanse laughed.
"But he gave you his Quidditch cloak."
"But we're not going out." Chanse protested, "Or at least I don't think we are."
"But..." Cho started to say something when a large black owl flew in the room, and dropped a letter in Chanse's lap, and left the room. "What'd you get?" Cho asked.
"I don't know." Chanse picked up the letter and turned it over, and on the back of it was printed a symbol, of some sort.
"So what is it?" Angelina asked.
"My Puddlemere letter."
I've now decided that I will update once a week...And that's final (I'm sooooooo sorry I keep changing what day and how many times I'll update.) So my plan is to update every Wednesday.
Sorry to inconvenience anyone...enjoy the story! And thanks to everyone who is reviewing!
Chapter 14: It's Here
"THIS STOP IS FOR HOGWARTS!" The train conductor boomed over the megaphone.
Chanse, Jonathan, and Glory all grabbed their bags and got off the giant red train. "Welcome to Hogsmeade." Chanse smiled as she led Jonathan and Glory down a long rocky street, "This is High Street." Chanse shouted, over the noise of the people.
They all walked a little farther down until they finally came upon The Three Broomsticks, "And here we are." Chanse smiled as she pushed the door open.
The three students walked inside to find a fairly good size store, which had booths and tables all around and then a long wooden bar, to the left, with mirrors hanging above it. "Can we sit in a booth?" Glory asked.
"We can sit wherever you want to sit." Chanse beamed.
"How about that one?" Glory pointed to a booth in the corner.
"That's great." Jonathan and Chanse chimed.
Glory led the way down to the other side of the bar till they reached the corner booth. They all through their bags on one side of the booth, and then Glory and Jonathan sat on the other side, while Chanse sat with the bags. "Are you sure you don't mind sitting with the bags?" Jonathan asked, politely.
"I'm sure...just give me a butterbeer and I'll be just fine." Chanse nodded.
"Alright."
"Are you guys going to get something to eat?"
"No, we wouldn't have time to eat it, and make it on time for our train."
"Alright."
"Can I help you three?" A short curvy woman with long straight black hair asked.
"Hello Madam Rosmerta." Chanse smiled.
"Oh hello there, Chanse." Rosmerta smiled, "How's Hogwarts been? I'm missed seeing you down here...where have you been all winter break?"
"Hogwarts is great...as usual," Chanse laughed, "and don't tell anyone but..."
"But what?" The young woman whispered, as she crouched down by the table.
"I was training with Puddlemere United, to become a Reserve."
"Are you joking?!" She shouted.
"Shhh, keep it down." Chanse scolded.
"Oh sorry," Rosmerta whispered, "So you're a Reserve for Puddlemere?"
"No, I hope I am." Chanse laughed softly, "I went to train so that Puddlemere can see what I can do, and then sometime I'll get a letter saying if I'm asked to be a Reserve or not."
"That's great!" Rosmerta squealed as she threw her arms around Chanse's neck.
"Thanks."
"Who are these two?" Rosmerta asked, as she looked at Jonathan and Glory.
"Oh these are just two of the people that I trained with," Chanse smirked, "This is Jonathan Coyous, he trained to be a Reserve Beater..."
"Hello." Jonathan shook Rosmerta's hand.
"And this is Glory Stephan, she trained to be a Reserve Chaser..."
"Nice to meet you." Glory shook Rosmerta's hand.
"Nice to meet both of you," Rosmerta smiled, "Any friend of a Hogwarts student is welcome here...So what can I get you three? It's on the house, since you guys could be the next Reserves for Puddlemere." Rosmerta beamed.
"We'll take three butterbeers, please." Jonathan smiled.
"That's it?!" Rosmerta gasped, "Aren't you going to stay awhile?"
"I'm sorry Madam, they we can't," Chanse sighed, "See their train leaves in forty-five minutes, and whoever's picking me up will be here in, about, fifty minutes."
"Well alright then," Rosmerta sighed, "I'll be right back with your butterbeers."
"Thank you." Glory shouted back to the fading image of Madam Rosmerta, as she walked back to the bar.
"So how does it feel to be home?" Jonathan smirked to Chanse.
"I'm not quite home, yet...but I'm close, and that feels great."
"Here you are." Rosmerta set down a frothy mug in front of each kid, "Enjoy." She smiled, and then left them, to serve other people.
"Thank you." Everyone smiled, as they picked up their butterbeers and took the first sip.
"Wow," Chanse exclaimed, as she set down the mug, "I haven't had one of these in awhile...and it feels great." She laughed.
"Jonathan can you move please?" Glory whispered.
"Why?"
"I need to go to the bathroom."
"Oh, sorry." Jonathan blushed, as he stood up.
"Chanse where are the bathrooms?"
"Ok go straight, form here, and then you will go down a hallway...turn left."
"Thank you." Glory smiled as she walked towards the bathroom.
"No problem," Chanse smiled, and then turned back to Jonathan, "I'm going to miss you guys." Chanse whined.
"Well do you have a pen?" Jonathan asked.
"Yeah, hold on," Chanse opened her carry-on and pulled out a pen, "Here."
Jonathan pulled the napkin out, from under his butterbeer, and began to scribble something on it, and then he handed it over to Chanse, "Here's my address for up in the North...and for Glory you just need to change the first name to, 'Glory Stephan'."
"Thanks." Chanse smiled, as she stuck the pen back in her bag, and the napkin in her pocket.
"I'm back." Glory smiled.
"That's good because we should get going if we want to get you guys on your train." Chanse stood up and collected her bags, and then stepped aside so that Glory and Jonathan could collect their bags.
Glory and Jonathan followed Chanse down the rocky street of High Street until they made their way to Hogsmeade Train Station...
"Well here you guys are!" Chanse shouted over the train's whistle.
"Thanks Chanse!" Glory shouted, as she flung her arms around Chanse's neck, and squeezed her.
"Bye Glory! I'll miss you!" Chanse squeezed back.
"I'll miss you too!" Glory forced her tears back, as she boarded the train.
"She always gets teary-eyed when she says her good-byes!" Jonathan shouted.
Chanse slightly laughed, and then looked deep into Jonathan's caramel eyes. The two of them looked deep into each other's eyes and they both knew that they could never see each other again. If one or neither one got this job they would go off in their own directions, and they may never see each other.
"I'm going to miss you Jonathan!" Chanse shouted.
"This isn't good-bye." He shouted, with a smile, and then he leaned forward to Chanse's ear and whispered, "Ingen materie avstanden som vi forend oss alltid i hjerte...glemmer ikke det...glemmer ikke at I elsker De...min liten søster."
Chanse smiled at Jonathan and shouted, "What?"
"It's Norwegian for, no matter the distance we will always be united in heart....don't forget that...don't forget that I love you...my little sister." Jonathan whispered to Chanse.
Chanse looked up at Jonathan and smiled. She knew that he was right...no matter the distances that they truly were united at heart.
She jumped into Jonathan's arms, and he squeezed her tightly in between his muscular arms, "I love you big brother." Chanse whispered in his ear.
"COME ON JONATHAN!" Glory shouted from the train.
Jonathan set Chanse down and jumped onto the train. He ran back to the compartment that Glory had picked out and he pushed down the window and waved bye to Chanse, "Good-bye liten søster!" Jonathan shouted from the window.
"Bye big brother!" Chanse shouted, as she watched the giant pull away from the train station and turn into a small dot in the horizon.
Chanse looked down at her hand, and watched as it slid into her pocket and pulled out the napkin. She smiled at the quick, sharp, writing on the paper before she shoved it back in her pocket, and turned to walk to the back entrance, to wait for someone to pick her up.
Chanse sat there for a hour, and waited for someone to pick her up but no one came. 'Maybe they're just late.' Chanse reassured herself.
Another hour passed and the sky cracked with thunder and lighting, as hard pelting rain came pouring down on the train station. Chanse unzipped her bag, and tried to see through the rain dripping off her eyelashes for Brandon's Quidditch cloak. "Here it is!" Chanse shouted, as she pulled out the cloak.
She quickly wrapped it around herself and pulled it close to her body, as she shivered from the cold. 'Chanse can I get under there?' Geno asked from his cage.
'Oh sorry Geno.' Chanse unlatched Geno's cage, and he jumped out and waddled over to Chanse's lap, where he curled into a ball, while Chanse pulled the cloak around her and Geno.
"Where are they?" Chanse whispered, as she looked around for some sign of her friends or Harry, or anyone she knew. 'Maybe I should have gone back home.' Chanse sighed, in her head, as she curled her knees up to her face.
"What wrong deary?" A squeaky voice asked.
Chanse looked up, from her ball, and came face-to-face with a tiny green man, "You're a leprechaun, aren't you?"
Normally Chanse would have flipped out, and wondered where his pot of gold was, but now that she had been a witch for a year, she knew better.
"Why yes I am," The leprechaun beamed, "Patty O'Brian's the name...and you are?"
"Chanse Potter, nice to meet you."
"Likewise...but tell me, what is the matter? You face is so sad." Patty sat down next to Chanse, making him much shorter now.
"Just wondering where my friends are."
"Supposed to pick you up, huh?"
"Yeah." Chanse sighed.
"In do time they'll come," Patty rubbed Chanse back, "In do time."
"Chanse!?" A voice yelled through the rain.
Chanse turned to her right and saw Harry, with an umbrella, running towards her. "HARRY!" Chanse screamed, as she picked up Geno, off her lap, and placed him on her shoulder, and ran over to Harry, scooping him up in her arms. "I've missed you so much baby brother!"
Chanse set Harry down, "I'm sorry I was so late, I lost track of time playing Ron in Wizard's Chess."
"It's ok." Chanse smiled, "You're here now," Chanse whispered as she walked back to her bags where Patty was sitting, "Harry this is Patty...he was keeping me company while I waited for you."
"Thank you for waiting with her." Harry shook Patty's hand.
"It was my pleasure to be in the company of such a lovely lady." Patty nodded, "I must be off now, so long!"
"Bye Patty! Thank you!" Chanse shouted, as she picked up her bags.
Harry led Chanse up to the Castle in the pouring rain, but they didn't care, Chanse was home and she had her little brother.
They finally made their way up the mountain side, into Hogwarts...
"Hold on Harry let me put my cloak in my bag." Chanse smiled, as she pulled off Brandon's cloak and stuffed it into her bag.
"CHANSE!" a girl squealed after busting out of the Great Hall.
Chanse stood up straight, "CHO!" She yelled, as she jumped over her bags and ran over to Cho, and engulfed her in a huge hug.
"I've missed you!"
"I've missed everyone so much."
"Why are you wet?" Cho asked, as she examined Chanse's clothing.
"Long story." Chanse rolled her eyes, "But why don't you come up with Harry and I to the Gryffindor Commons Room and I'll tell you all about my trip."
"Chanse not trying to rain on your parade...no pun intended...but outside house members aren't allowed in other houses."
"On it's just Cho...they won't notice." Chanse laughed as her and Cho walked up the rotating stairs to the Gryffindor Tower.
"Now Cho, I hate to do this, but I need to put a Silencing Charm on you, so that you don't hear our password."
"That's fine."
"Silenco." Chanse waved her wand, and within seconds Cho couldn't hear a word.
"Balderdash." Harry smiled, as the painting swung open.
"Frastuono." Chanse swished her wand and Cho could hear again.
"Well Cho just stay really quiet, and make a quick dash for my room."
"And that would be where?" Cho laughed.
"Up the stairs, to the right, on the top floor and the very end of the hallway on the left." Chanse said all in one breath.
"I'll try."
Cho followed in between Chanse and Harry as the three of them quickly walked into the Gryffindor Commons Room.
"CHANSE!" A voice squealed.
Chanse turned to her right and saw Angelina and Hermione running towards her, 'Well there goes not drawing attention to us.' Chanse laughed in her head.
"Hey!" Chanse smiled, as she hugged the two girls.
"We've missed you." Angelina smiled, and Hermione nodded in agreement.
"I need you guys to help me get Cho up to my room, right now." Chanse stepped aside, revealing Cho.
"Hi guys." Cho sheepishly waved.
"Oh shit," Angelina laughed, "your back less then five minutes and you already are breaking the rules."
"Like father like daughter." Chanse smirked.
"Alright." Angelina stepped forward.
"I don't know," Hermione sighed, "we could get in a lot of trouble...detention, exposition..."
"Oh shut up Hermione," Angelina laughed, "deep down inside of you there has to be a little girl wanting to break the rules, but you're to scared to let her out."
"No not really Angelina." Hermione smirked.
"Little girl or no little girl," Angelina gripped her hand around Hermione's wrist, "You're coming!"
The four girls took off running up the stairs, all the way up to the top floor. They made their way down to the end of the hallway where they opened the door, and ran inside; slamming the door behind them.
"I can't believe we made it." Cho panted.
"I know." Chanse laughed, as she walked over to her desk and pulled out a piece of parchment.
"I can't believe you dragged me up here!" Hermione sulked.
"Oh shut up!" Angelina laughed, as she nudged Hermione in the ribs, and watched Chanse walked over to her desk, "What are you doing?" Angelina asked as she walked over, behind Chanse.
"Writing to Jonathan." Chanse smirked as she pulled out her ink bottle.
"Who's Jonathan?"
"A guy, who I trained with," Angelina started to say something but Chanse quickly spoke," who has a girlfriend,." Angelina shut her mouth.
Dear Jonathan,
I hope you and Glory got in alright. I finally made it back to Hogwarts just fine.
When ever you get in, try to write me.
Love,
Chanse stopped writing and turned around to the girls, "I know this is a strange question but does anyone know Norwegian?"
"I do." Cho smiled.
"Can you come write something for me?"
"Sure," Cho jumped off Chanse's bed, and walked over to the desk, "What do you need?"
"I want you to sign it 'Your little sister', and up by Jonathan's name I want you to put 'Big brother'."
Cho leaned over the parchment and scribble down on it, and when she was done Chanse looked at what she had written:
Stor bror (Big brother) and Deres liten søster (Your little sister)
"Thanks Cho." Chanse smiled, as she rolled up the parchment, and handed it to Geno, "Take this to Jonathan at the Norse Magical Academy, for me Geno." Geno nodded his head, and flew out the window.
"So what happened there?" Angelina smirked, as she sat down on Chanse's bed.
"Well..." Chanse sat down on her bed, and soon the other girls joined her, except for Hermione, who was slowly walking towards the door to leave, "We trained...a lot."
"Anything interesting?"
Chanse thought about how Oliver was there, but she knew she didn't want to be hounded by her friends about what happened with him, so she decided it would be better to just leave him out.
"Well, let's see." Chanse stood up and walked over to her carry-on bag, "Brandon Rosedale was my coach."
"Brandon Rosedale?!" Hermione gasped, as she whipped around.
"Yup." Chanse smirked.
"I know that smirk," Cho pointed, "You only get it when something really good happens to you...what happened?"
"He kissed my cheek." Chanse smiled.
"WHAT?!" All three girls screamed, making Hermione run back over to the bed.
"Wait so you're telling me that Brandon Rosedale kissed your cheek, Chanse Potter?" Angelina hissed.
"Bitter and angry?" Chanse smirked.
"Who wouldn't be?" Angelina sulked.
"And..."
"There's an 'and' to that?" Cho gasped, "What happened? Did you have sex with the man?" Everyone looked at Cho in shock, "That's the only 'and' I could think of."
"She has a point." Angelina shrugged.
Chanse bent down to her bag and pulled out Brandon's Quidditch cloak, and put it on, "He gave me his Quidditch cloak."
"WHAT?!" They all screamed again.
"So wait you might sign with Puddlemere United and you're going out with Brandon Rosedale?" Angelina gasped, "You have all the fucking luck, don't you?"
"I'm not going out with him." Chanse laughed.
"But he gave you his Quidditch cloak."
"But we're not going out." Chanse protested, "Or at least I don't think we are."
"But..." Cho started to say something when a large black owl flew in the room, and dropped a letter in Chanse's lap, and left the room. "What'd you get?" Cho asked.
"I don't know." Chanse picked up the letter and turned it over, and on the back of it was printed a symbol, of some sort.
"So what is it?" Angelina asked.
"My Puddlemere letter."