(T/A/N: hey! I just finished reading Araminta Malfoy Potter: Taking
Hogwarts by Storm, and you should read it. Seriously. This chapter focuses
on Summer's amazing Quidditch skills, the Christmas ball, and her getting a
proverbial "shoulder" to cry on.
Honourable Mentions:
Wiccan PussyKat: ah, my loyal reviewer. : ) : ) : ) love that sausage thing. Yes, YOU HEART WILL BLEED FOR VOLDIE AND SUMMER!
LJ Fan: Yes, I will have MarySue COUGHCOUGH I mean, Summer break a nail, but Harry won't come to her rescue. Harry isn't like that. Harry will NOT BREAK, GOD DAMMIT! Actually, it will be Harry that is drooling over Summer, because That's What Harry Does. Also, Harry Eats Burritos.
Sorceress Jade: Yes, the songs are real.)
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Summer walked down to the Quidditch pitch, broom in hand. She felt sick, and wished she hadn't eaten that burrito for breakfast, as she didn't want to know how it tasted coming back up. She and her team go changed, and on Madam Hooch's whistle, flew up in the air. Lee Jordan as usual was commentating. Summer scored many goals, and pretty soon, the score was 30 - 180. * Just one more * she thought. * Just one more and even if they get the snitch they won't win . . . *
"Now, Slytherin have a new chaser and captain, Summer Woods. Woods is in possession of the Quaffle, which she passes to Warrington, who passes it back -" Summer had the Quaffle again. She saw two Gryffindor chasers and a beater closing in on her, and knew she couldn't get any closer than what she was at, but she still had half a pitch between her and the goals. "- Now three Gryffindors are surrounding Woods, and she's looking for a pass, but no one's free . . ." She looked around for another chaser to pass to, but one was being blocked, and one had just been hit by a bludger, and didn't look like they'd be up to catching a Quaffle anytime soon. She decided that the best thing to do would be to shoot and hope for the best. So she brought her arm back, and shot the Quaffle with all her strength. " . . . And she shoots the Quaffle! Wow, that girl's sure got an arm on her . . . BLOCK IT, WEASLEY!"
There was a great sigh from the Gryffindor end, but a huge cheer from the Slytherin end as Potter, the Gryffindor seeker, caught the snitch a split second after Summer scored. Suddenly, everyone from the Slytherin side was hugging Summer so hard that she thought several of her ribs must have broken. She flew back down to the ground with her team, smiling like crazy. * So this is how it feels to be awesome * she thought, starting to laugh. * I rule! Oh god, I need a burrito . . . *
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There was another Hogsmeade weekend to buy costumes for the Christmas ball. Angel and Summer walked into Madam Maulkin's, looking everywhere for a costume. Summer found hers in an instant, but Angel spent a bit more time choosing. Summer turned out buying a long red spaghetti strap bustier dress with long red gloves, red heels, a white sash and a diamond tiara; she was going to be prom queen. Angel bought a tiny shiny pink boob tube and long pink shiny flares with pink high heel boots, with huge pink hoop earrings; she was going to be Barbie. (T/A/N: OH MY GOD. SOMEONE GIVE ME A GUN. I WOULD SO TOTALLY LIKE TO SHOOT MY LEG AND ALLOW MYSELF TO SLOWLY BLEED TO DEATH.) When they had bought their costumes, they went to Honeydukes and bought pepper imps, their candy of the month. (A/N: sugar quills are so yesterday!) Then they went back to Hogwarts, wishing there were burritos for lunch.
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"Draco!" Summer yelled, running up to walk with him.
"Hey, S." Draco said, smiling at her. "Are we still on for the Christmas ball?"
"Yeah . . . why wouldn't we be?"
"No reason, just wondering!"
"You don't have to wonder about me, D. I really do like you." Summer said, slightly protectively.
"Mmmhmmm . . ."
And so they walked off to Divination together. When they got there, they saw the Gryffindors there also, as they had Divination as well. The large trapdoor opened and the ladder came down. They walked up, and as they sat down, Summer saw Potter lead his friend over to the table next to them. She didn't say anything to Draco though, as Trelawney floated into the room and told the class at large that she perceived a large aura'd person in this room. She floated over to Summer's table, and spoke to her for the first time in the year.
"Miss . . .?"
"Woods, Professor."
"Right, Woods. I perceive that you are not originally of Hogwarts?"
"Er . . .yes. I used to go to FairyWings academy."
"I perceive that you are gifted with a very strong inner eye, Miss Woods. Do not waste this gift, it will serve you well." She said dramatically, so dramatically in fact that Summer had to hide her face behind her hair (now long and blonde with black roots and Shakira curls) to hide her laughter. At this statement of Trelawney's, two Gryffindor girls turned and gave her a look of deepest resentment, so Summer gave them a look right back. (A/N: YoU gO gIrL!)(T/A/N: how retarded!) Summer noticed that Potter guy staring at her, with his friend with the red hair waving his hand across Potter's eyes and looking around to see what had him so interested. He saw Summer, and whispered to Harry something that Summer couldn't hear. Because of her father, Summer had always been good and telling what people were thinking, so she tried it on the red headed boy. * Don't go for her . . . * Summer found the red head guy thinking. *She's from Slytherin . . . she's with Draco . . . she BEAT US as Quidditch . . . * The red headed guy kept thinking up reasons for Potter not to like Summer, but she kept on getting a huge brainwave from red-head guy, one which kind of disturbed her. * Please don't go for her . . . I like her . . .* and she had a feeling this was a brainwave he wasn't telling Potter about. She read Potter's mind, and heard some more interesting stuff. * Woods is gorgeous. Woods is awesome. Woods is a metamorphmagi. Woods is excellent at Quidditch. Woods is perfect. Oh my, I think I'm falling in love with Woods. * Summer jerked back in her seat, shaking her head to stop Potter's thoughts coming into her head anymore. She spent the rest of the lesson crystal gazing, but couldn't help but see Potter's face in the crystal ball, no matter how much she tried to push it away. *picture the burrito.* she thought. *picture the burrito.*
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Christmas morning was rather uneventful. She got clothes and makeup from her parents, and she got some new silver platform shoes from her Aunt Celia, a new bathing suit from her Grandmother Eve, (it was hideous) and from her friends at FairyWings Academy, she got practically the whole Bonne Bell shop. Seriously, she had enough lip gloss to last her until she was twenty-one. She got many other presents from her other relatives as well. She gave Angel her present, a pair of huge hoop earrings encrusted with emeralds, and unwrapped Angel's present to her, a diamond necklace.
"I thought you could wear that to the Christmas ball" Angel said, smiling.
"Wow . . . this is awesome, A!" Summer said happily.
"Thanks . . . yours was too, I can't wait to wear them!"
The rest of the day was spent chatting happily about Christmas and diamonds and emeralds and boys, and then, at 6pm, they went back upstairs to get ready for the ball. Summer changed her hair to medium length, straight and blonde. She used her wand to put it up into a ponytail, twirling it around and pinning it up with some magical hair pins until it was a just a big, messy, shiny ball on her head with bits of hair falling out at strategic intervals. Angel put on her barbie outfit, and Summer helped her charm it platinum blonde and reaching to the centre of her back. (T/A/N: I HATE THESE FROCKING DESCRIPTIONS! DIE, FROCKING DESCRIPTION, DIE!) Summer put on her dress, gloves, tiara and shoes, and Angel put the necklace on her, while putting her pink hoop earrings on. They were just about to head out the door when Summer realised she'd forgotten about earrings.
"Oh god, my earrings!" She said, rummaging around in her jewellery box. She straightened up and put in two huge gold star studs encrusted with rubies, and they ran down to the great hall, Summer holding her dress with both hands to stop her falling down any stairs. The music had started by the time they reached the hall, and Angel and Summer stood at the door, watching all the dancing couples. Draco was nowhere to be seen, and neither was Angel's date, Andrew Nott. (T/A/N: of course, Andrew means Tie A.) So they found a table and sat down, waiting for the song to finish. When it finished, there was only one couple left on the dance floor, and they were snogging like there was no tomorrow. They turned a bit to the left, and Summer saw who it was, with a shock to the region of her belly. It was Pansy Parkinson and Draco, dressed as a fairy and a king. (T/A/N: not necessarily in that order) With a strangled cry of surprise, she shot out of her seat, and wrenched him away from her.
"What the hell is this? A brothel?" Summer shouted, getting stares from most of the hall. Pansy looked angry as well, turning Draco around to face her.
"Just what I'd like to know! You told me you and her were over!" Pansy shrieked, getting the attention of every eye on the hall. The whole room was silent. You could have heard a pin drop, if someone had brought a pin, then dropped it.
"This isn't what it looks like!" He said to Summer. He opened his mouth again but Summer interrupted.
"Oh really? What was it then? She had something caught in her throat and you were getting it out with your tongue?" She yelled, getting murmurs from the crowd of onlookers.
"S, I . . .You were late, and -" Draco started, but Summer interrupted again.
"Yeah, ok! So if I'm five seconds late because I lost my earrings, that gives you permission to go snog anyone you like?" Summer yelled.
"S, I'm sorry!" He yelled, but she had already gone out the door. "Get me a burrito while you're out there?"
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Harry, dressed as an alien, watched Summer, Pansy and Draco have a screaming match, and wondered why a teacher didn't intervene. *probably gone to get popcorn . . . this is better than Jerry Springer . . .* he thought. He saw her run out the door, and made to follow her, but Ron, dressed as a spider, held him back.
"Don't, Harry. She's from Slytherin. You're just gonna get hurt."
"Screw getting hurt, I'm not going to leave her out there alone!" Harry said viciously. Ron put his hands up in defeat, and backed into the crowd, talking to Hermione, who was dressed as a butterfly, and the two of them went to get a ^proverbial^ burrito.
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Summer was sitting at the lake, thinking about the last time she had been there at night. It was with Draco. They liked each other. She was HAPPY. (T/A/N: how can anyone be happy if I'M about to be sick?) Now? Now it was a bit of a different story. Draco wasn't there, they didn't like each other anymore, and she was crying her eyes out. She saw something green with antennae sit next to her, but she didn't turn around. She didn't wipe away her tears, because she knew she looked pretty when she cried. (T/A/N: who the hell looks pretty when the cry? I know I don't.)
"Who is that?" She asked, mainly because she didn't like not knowing who people were, and partly because she wanted to know who was coming out to comfort her. Harry could see she was upset, and even though he really liked her, could plainly see she wanted to be with Malfoy.
"Never mind now. You know, I've known Malfoy longer than you have, and trust me, this isn't the worst he could do. If he really didn't like you he would do something like posting an embarrassing picture of you on a noticeboard, or proclaiming the he's breaking up with you over morning breakfast. He really does like you, even I can see that. He wants to be with you and you want to be with him. You two should be together, because you're perfect together. He does like you, Woods." Harry said, hoping he was doing the right thing by pointing her in Malfoy's direction.
"The name's Summer." Summer said, through her tears. "And I don't want to be with Draco, because it's not about liking or not liking, it's about trust. He broke my trust and I can't be with someone who I can't trust." Harry breathed a silent sigh of relief. *so she DOESN'T want to be with Malfoy. Thank god. But will she like me?* Harry thought self-consciously.
"Do you want to dance, SUMMER?" Harry said tentatively. To his relief, Summer smiled.
"Sure, why not. But on one condition. You tell me who you are." Summer said.
"I'm Harry. Harry Potter." Harry said, hoping Summer wouldn't turn around and say something like 'nup, changed my mind'.
"Ok." She said kissing him on the cheek. Suddenly, there was a tinkle of broken glass, and the sorting hat flew from Dumbledore's office window, down to where the pair sat. it sang a new, short song, and it was obvious it was making it up as it went along.
"Slytherin is not where you belong
as you have changed so must your house
I'll tell you where to go before long,
if you're not a - - - um - - - wood louse."
Summer laughed, picked up the hat and put it on her head. After a few minutes, the hat shouted out "GRYFFINDOR!" The shout was so loud it brought Dumbledore outside, who smiled at her and said: "Ah, Summer, I knew it would be so. Your Slytherin qualities have changed since the start of the year, most probably when you saved your father from the curse, but the events of this evening I expect put a topper on it all." He said, winking. "I will tell the school of your switch to Gryffindor, and I'm sure we can find you a place on the Gryffindor Quidditch team." He said, walking back inside.
"I guess You don't have to hate me, seeing as I'm in Gryffindor now . . ." Summer said, but Harry was already dragging her back inside to dance. "Ok then . . ."
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T/A/N: there you go! She swapped to Gryffindor because I said so. And I just decided she won't die at the end of this, because she's gonna die at the end of a sequel or another thing. Awel!
Honourable Mentions:
Wiccan PussyKat: ah, my loyal reviewer. : ) : ) : ) love that sausage thing. Yes, YOU HEART WILL BLEED FOR VOLDIE AND SUMMER!
LJ Fan: Yes, I will have MarySue COUGHCOUGH I mean, Summer break a nail, but Harry won't come to her rescue. Harry isn't like that. Harry will NOT BREAK, GOD DAMMIT! Actually, it will be Harry that is drooling over Summer, because That's What Harry Does. Also, Harry Eats Burritos.
Sorceress Jade: Yes, the songs are real.)
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Summer walked down to the Quidditch pitch, broom in hand. She felt sick, and wished she hadn't eaten that burrito for breakfast, as she didn't want to know how it tasted coming back up. She and her team go changed, and on Madam Hooch's whistle, flew up in the air. Lee Jordan as usual was commentating. Summer scored many goals, and pretty soon, the score was 30 - 180. * Just one more * she thought. * Just one more and even if they get the snitch they won't win . . . *
"Now, Slytherin have a new chaser and captain, Summer Woods. Woods is in possession of the Quaffle, which she passes to Warrington, who passes it back -" Summer had the Quaffle again. She saw two Gryffindor chasers and a beater closing in on her, and knew she couldn't get any closer than what she was at, but she still had half a pitch between her and the goals. "- Now three Gryffindors are surrounding Woods, and she's looking for a pass, but no one's free . . ." She looked around for another chaser to pass to, but one was being blocked, and one had just been hit by a bludger, and didn't look like they'd be up to catching a Quaffle anytime soon. She decided that the best thing to do would be to shoot and hope for the best. So she brought her arm back, and shot the Quaffle with all her strength. " . . . And she shoots the Quaffle! Wow, that girl's sure got an arm on her . . . BLOCK IT, WEASLEY!"
There was a great sigh from the Gryffindor end, but a huge cheer from the Slytherin end as Potter, the Gryffindor seeker, caught the snitch a split second after Summer scored. Suddenly, everyone from the Slytherin side was hugging Summer so hard that she thought several of her ribs must have broken. She flew back down to the ground with her team, smiling like crazy. * So this is how it feels to be awesome * she thought, starting to laugh. * I rule! Oh god, I need a burrito . . . *
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There was another Hogsmeade weekend to buy costumes for the Christmas ball. Angel and Summer walked into Madam Maulkin's, looking everywhere for a costume. Summer found hers in an instant, but Angel spent a bit more time choosing. Summer turned out buying a long red spaghetti strap bustier dress with long red gloves, red heels, a white sash and a diamond tiara; she was going to be prom queen. Angel bought a tiny shiny pink boob tube and long pink shiny flares with pink high heel boots, with huge pink hoop earrings; she was going to be Barbie. (T/A/N: OH MY GOD. SOMEONE GIVE ME A GUN. I WOULD SO TOTALLY LIKE TO SHOOT MY LEG AND ALLOW MYSELF TO SLOWLY BLEED TO DEATH.) When they had bought their costumes, they went to Honeydukes and bought pepper imps, their candy of the month. (A/N: sugar quills are so yesterday!) Then they went back to Hogwarts, wishing there were burritos for lunch.
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"Draco!" Summer yelled, running up to walk with him.
"Hey, S." Draco said, smiling at her. "Are we still on for the Christmas ball?"
"Yeah . . . why wouldn't we be?"
"No reason, just wondering!"
"You don't have to wonder about me, D. I really do like you." Summer said, slightly protectively.
"Mmmhmmm . . ."
And so they walked off to Divination together. When they got there, they saw the Gryffindors there also, as they had Divination as well. The large trapdoor opened and the ladder came down. They walked up, and as they sat down, Summer saw Potter lead his friend over to the table next to them. She didn't say anything to Draco though, as Trelawney floated into the room and told the class at large that she perceived a large aura'd person in this room. She floated over to Summer's table, and spoke to her for the first time in the year.
"Miss . . .?"
"Woods, Professor."
"Right, Woods. I perceive that you are not originally of Hogwarts?"
"Er . . .yes. I used to go to FairyWings academy."
"I perceive that you are gifted with a very strong inner eye, Miss Woods. Do not waste this gift, it will serve you well." She said dramatically, so dramatically in fact that Summer had to hide her face behind her hair (now long and blonde with black roots and Shakira curls) to hide her laughter. At this statement of Trelawney's, two Gryffindor girls turned and gave her a look of deepest resentment, so Summer gave them a look right back. (A/N: YoU gO gIrL!)(T/A/N: how retarded!) Summer noticed that Potter guy staring at her, with his friend with the red hair waving his hand across Potter's eyes and looking around to see what had him so interested. He saw Summer, and whispered to Harry something that Summer couldn't hear. Because of her father, Summer had always been good and telling what people were thinking, so she tried it on the red headed boy. * Don't go for her . . . * Summer found the red head guy thinking. *She's from Slytherin . . . she's with Draco . . . she BEAT US as Quidditch . . . * The red headed guy kept thinking up reasons for Potter not to like Summer, but she kept on getting a huge brainwave from red-head guy, one which kind of disturbed her. * Please don't go for her . . . I like her . . .* and she had a feeling this was a brainwave he wasn't telling Potter about. She read Potter's mind, and heard some more interesting stuff. * Woods is gorgeous. Woods is awesome. Woods is a metamorphmagi. Woods is excellent at Quidditch. Woods is perfect. Oh my, I think I'm falling in love with Woods. * Summer jerked back in her seat, shaking her head to stop Potter's thoughts coming into her head anymore. She spent the rest of the lesson crystal gazing, but couldn't help but see Potter's face in the crystal ball, no matter how much she tried to push it away. *picture the burrito.* she thought. *picture the burrito.*
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Christmas morning was rather uneventful. She got clothes and makeup from her parents, and she got some new silver platform shoes from her Aunt Celia, a new bathing suit from her Grandmother Eve, (it was hideous) and from her friends at FairyWings Academy, she got practically the whole Bonne Bell shop. Seriously, she had enough lip gloss to last her until she was twenty-one. She got many other presents from her other relatives as well. She gave Angel her present, a pair of huge hoop earrings encrusted with emeralds, and unwrapped Angel's present to her, a diamond necklace.
"I thought you could wear that to the Christmas ball" Angel said, smiling.
"Wow . . . this is awesome, A!" Summer said happily.
"Thanks . . . yours was too, I can't wait to wear them!"
The rest of the day was spent chatting happily about Christmas and diamonds and emeralds and boys, and then, at 6pm, they went back upstairs to get ready for the ball. Summer changed her hair to medium length, straight and blonde. She used her wand to put it up into a ponytail, twirling it around and pinning it up with some magical hair pins until it was a just a big, messy, shiny ball on her head with bits of hair falling out at strategic intervals. Angel put on her barbie outfit, and Summer helped her charm it platinum blonde and reaching to the centre of her back. (T/A/N: I HATE THESE FROCKING DESCRIPTIONS! DIE, FROCKING DESCRIPTION, DIE!) Summer put on her dress, gloves, tiara and shoes, and Angel put the necklace on her, while putting her pink hoop earrings on. They were just about to head out the door when Summer realised she'd forgotten about earrings.
"Oh god, my earrings!" She said, rummaging around in her jewellery box. She straightened up and put in two huge gold star studs encrusted with rubies, and they ran down to the great hall, Summer holding her dress with both hands to stop her falling down any stairs. The music had started by the time they reached the hall, and Angel and Summer stood at the door, watching all the dancing couples. Draco was nowhere to be seen, and neither was Angel's date, Andrew Nott. (T/A/N: of course, Andrew means Tie A.) So they found a table and sat down, waiting for the song to finish. When it finished, there was only one couple left on the dance floor, and they were snogging like there was no tomorrow. They turned a bit to the left, and Summer saw who it was, with a shock to the region of her belly. It was Pansy Parkinson and Draco, dressed as a fairy and a king. (T/A/N: not necessarily in that order) With a strangled cry of surprise, she shot out of her seat, and wrenched him away from her.
"What the hell is this? A brothel?" Summer shouted, getting stares from most of the hall. Pansy looked angry as well, turning Draco around to face her.
"Just what I'd like to know! You told me you and her were over!" Pansy shrieked, getting the attention of every eye on the hall. The whole room was silent. You could have heard a pin drop, if someone had brought a pin, then dropped it.
"This isn't what it looks like!" He said to Summer. He opened his mouth again but Summer interrupted.
"Oh really? What was it then? She had something caught in her throat and you were getting it out with your tongue?" She yelled, getting murmurs from the crowd of onlookers.
"S, I . . .You were late, and -" Draco started, but Summer interrupted again.
"Yeah, ok! So if I'm five seconds late because I lost my earrings, that gives you permission to go snog anyone you like?" Summer yelled.
"S, I'm sorry!" He yelled, but she had already gone out the door. "Get me a burrito while you're out there?"
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Harry, dressed as an alien, watched Summer, Pansy and Draco have a screaming match, and wondered why a teacher didn't intervene. *probably gone to get popcorn . . . this is better than Jerry Springer . . .* he thought. He saw her run out the door, and made to follow her, but Ron, dressed as a spider, held him back.
"Don't, Harry. She's from Slytherin. You're just gonna get hurt."
"Screw getting hurt, I'm not going to leave her out there alone!" Harry said viciously. Ron put his hands up in defeat, and backed into the crowd, talking to Hermione, who was dressed as a butterfly, and the two of them went to get a ^proverbial^ burrito.
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Summer was sitting at the lake, thinking about the last time she had been there at night. It was with Draco. They liked each other. She was HAPPY. (T/A/N: how can anyone be happy if I'M about to be sick?) Now? Now it was a bit of a different story. Draco wasn't there, they didn't like each other anymore, and she was crying her eyes out. She saw something green with antennae sit next to her, but she didn't turn around. She didn't wipe away her tears, because she knew she looked pretty when she cried. (T/A/N: who the hell looks pretty when the cry? I know I don't.)
"Who is that?" She asked, mainly because she didn't like not knowing who people were, and partly because she wanted to know who was coming out to comfort her. Harry could see she was upset, and even though he really liked her, could plainly see she wanted to be with Malfoy.
"Never mind now. You know, I've known Malfoy longer than you have, and trust me, this isn't the worst he could do. If he really didn't like you he would do something like posting an embarrassing picture of you on a noticeboard, or proclaiming the he's breaking up with you over morning breakfast. He really does like you, even I can see that. He wants to be with you and you want to be with him. You two should be together, because you're perfect together. He does like you, Woods." Harry said, hoping he was doing the right thing by pointing her in Malfoy's direction.
"The name's Summer." Summer said, through her tears. "And I don't want to be with Draco, because it's not about liking or not liking, it's about trust. He broke my trust and I can't be with someone who I can't trust." Harry breathed a silent sigh of relief. *so she DOESN'T want to be with Malfoy. Thank god. But will she like me?* Harry thought self-consciously.
"Do you want to dance, SUMMER?" Harry said tentatively. To his relief, Summer smiled.
"Sure, why not. But on one condition. You tell me who you are." Summer said.
"I'm Harry. Harry Potter." Harry said, hoping Summer wouldn't turn around and say something like 'nup, changed my mind'.
"Ok." She said kissing him on the cheek. Suddenly, there was a tinkle of broken glass, and the sorting hat flew from Dumbledore's office window, down to where the pair sat. it sang a new, short song, and it was obvious it was making it up as it went along.
"Slytherin is not where you belong
as you have changed so must your house
I'll tell you where to go before long,
if you're not a - - - um - - - wood louse."
Summer laughed, picked up the hat and put it on her head. After a few minutes, the hat shouted out "GRYFFINDOR!" The shout was so loud it brought Dumbledore outside, who smiled at her and said: "Ah, Summer, I knew it would be so. Your Slytherin qualities have changed since the start of the year, most probably when you saved your father from the curse, but the events of this evening I expect put a topper on it all." He said, winking. "I will tell the school of your switch to Gryffindor, and I'm sure we can find you a place on the Gryffindor Quidditch team." He said, walking back inside.
"I guess You don't have to hate me, seeing as I'm in Gryffindor now . . ." Summer said, but Harry was already dragging her back inside to dance. "Ok then . . ."
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T/A/N: there you go! She swapped to Gryffindor because I said so. And I just decided she won't die at the end of this, because she's gonna die at the end of a sequel or another thing. Awel!