Fadey's Story
By Anna Gruber
Chapter one
It was 8 o'clock on the morning of July fifth. Most people were still asleep on Bittersweet, but the girl in discussion had always been an early riser. It wasn't her natural instinct that woke her up this morning, but a great brown owl swooping into her room and dropping a letter onto her head addressed to Fadey Kostal
Fadey woke with a start and stared around her room. It was a normal room to her standards, but to most it looked as if it was an image from a dream. There were moving pictures on the wall seven people wearing green robes bearing the words Ireland National Quidditch Team on the back. There was an owl in the corner, hooting loudly. A wand sat on top of a trunk sporting gold letters reading Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She walked in front of a mirror on her closet door. A tall 16-year-old with too small pajamas stared back at her. She had shiny dark read hair and stunningly blue eyes.
Fadey reached to pick up her green-rimmed glassed, and here hand brushed against a letter on her dresser. She hadn't opened it yet, even though it had arrived a whole two weeks earlier. The reason was whom it was from. Ron Weasly. Why couldn't he just take a hint, she thought bitterly to herself. She had told him over a thousand times that she didn't like him and had no intention of ever liking him. No, she liked someone else, someone much more her type. His name was Harry Potter, and he was everything she had ever wanted in a boy. He was strong, smart, and good looking. Not to mention all that he had done in just a few short years. Now Ron had none of that. He was tall, thin, and just a sidekick.
Fadey decided that she didn't want to think about that; not first thing in the morning. She put on her glasses and picked up the letter that had just arrived. It was just what she had thought it would be, her Hogwarts letter. She opened it and the usual contents spilled out. A letter explaining that she needed to be at Hogwarts on September first and her book list. It looked like she needed to take a trip to Diagon Alley in the next week or two.
She got dressed and went down stairs to the kitchen, where her two older brothers already were.
"Whatcha doing down here so late, Fades?" said one. He was about 17 and very; well there was no other word for it, hot. He had dark hair and dark eyes, and a smile that would make any girl in her right mind go weak in the knees. The other stood up. He was about 21 and looked about the same as the other.
"Yeah, you're usually down by at least, what is it, 5? He said in a poking fun kind of way.
"Hey Jack. Hey Sean. I was, umm, distracted," she replied in a voice that showed that she was obviously still distracted.
"Oh, Fades, you know that you can talk to us," said the younger one, which was Jack, "We are, after all, your dear older brothers"
Yes, you know that we would do absolutely anything for your happiness," said Sean, joining in on the fun.
"Well, Jack, you might actually be able to help," said Fadey hopefully, "you're friends with the Weasly twins, aren't you?"
"Yes," said Jack slowly, "Why
"Could you tell them to tell their brother to lay off? Ron, I mean," she proclaimed.
"Sure, fine, whatever, I'm meeting them at their joke shop later. It's in Diagon Alley. Do you want me to take you to get your school stuff while I'm there? Asked Jack. Jack was the best brother anyone could ever ask for.
"Thanks, that would be great!" said Fadey gratefully.
"WE'RE GOING TO BE LEAVING AT ABOUT TEN!" Jack shouted after her as she hurried to go upstairs to get ready
Chapter 2
Fadey and Jack made their way down Diagon Alley, looking for Fred and George Weasley's new shop.
"I'll meet you here in about two hours," said Fadey. No matter how nice and good looking her brother was, she wanted to go and look and see if any of her friends were in Diagon Alley that day.
"Ok, Fades, " said Jack distractedly. He had just spotted Angelina Johnson, so Fadey knew that he wouldn't miss her.
She made her way down Diagon Alley. As she stepped into Flourish and Blotts, she spotted a familiar face leaving Gringots. It was Harry Potter. This was her chance too talk to him, as she rarely had a chance to speak to him at school. She had made up her mind. She was going to make her move, finally.
As she walked up to him, time seemed to slow down. Her vision didn't seem to be working the way she wanted it to. Then she stopped. She had just seen who was next to Harry. It was Ron. Oh, well, she thought. I'll just have to grit my teeth and do it.
"Hhhhhi Harry," she stammered weakly.
"Hi Fadey!" said Ron excitedly. GO AWAY, she thought angrily to herself. Why, why did he have to be her now?
"Hi Fadey," said Harry in his amazingly calm voice. Harry was always like that, calm and under control around girls. "How's your summer been going"
"OK, I've been living with my brothers for most of the summer, my parents being busy with the order and-"
"Wait! Your parents are in the order?" asked Ron a little too enthusiastically. A couple of girls next to them stared at Ron and started to laugh.
"Shut up, will you!" said Harry darkly. "Didn't you know that Autumn and Bobby Kostal were Fades's parents?
"I guess I didn't put two and two together," mumbled Ron quietly, obviously embarrassed
Just then, 3 18-year-old boys, two with red hair and one with brown walked up and joined the group.
"Awwww, had Ikle Ronnikens got himself a girl friend?" said one of the twins mockingly.
"Don't forget about Iddle Fadey over here," said Jack while messing up Fadey's already messy hair. Harry, Ron, and Fadey stood there, their faces burning. "Come on Fades. Time to go."
"Fine," grumbled Fadey. "See you at school, Harry." Ron looked up hopefully. "You too, Ron," Fadey sighed in an angry sort of voice.
Fadey slammed the door to her brother's car.
"Why did you have to go and do that?" she shot at him angrily.
"Do what? I thought you hated Ron," Jack replied absentmindedly, his eyes on the road that was unfamiliar to him. They usually traveled by Floo Power, but they had run out the day before. Fadey blushed furiously.
"It wasn't Ron that I wanted to talk to," she mumbled, embarrassed.
"Oh. I get it now. You fancy Harry!" Jack teased. Fadey didn't answer. She starred out the window, daydreaming about the day's conversation.
As the car pulled up to her house, Fadey noticed a strange car in the driveway. I didn't know that any of Sean's friends had a car, Fadey thought to herself.
As Fadey entered the house, she noticed a girl about the age of 20 with long black hair sitting at the kitchen table with Sean
"Fadey, Jack," Sean said heavily. "I'd like you to meet my fiancée.
Chapter 3
It had been a total wreck of an evening. Fadey had sat at the kitchen table for five hours giving Sean's fiancée looks of deepest loathing, while she told the rest of the family her life story. Genevieve, as she was called, had graduated top of her class from Hogwarts, had traveled all throughout the US, and on top of it all, had the most amazing black shiny hair. Fadey hated her.
No one could be that perfect all of the time, Fadey thought to herself. The worst part of it all was that they were getting married in August, right near Fadey's birthday. The wedding would be a total failure, she would make sure of that.
The next month went by way too fast for Fadey. The whole thing had been a blur of flowers and wedding cakes. She had been very distant with Sean ever since he had made the announcement. She wanted to hate him for doing this to her, but she couldn't.
The worst part of the whole affair came a week before the wedding when Genevieve pulled Fadey aside after a day of horrible wedding planning.
"Um, Fadey," she said nervously. "I've been wanting to ask you this for a while. Will you be one of my bride's maids?"
Oh shit, thought Fadey. She knew this was coming for a while.
"Um, sure," she said feebly. Why, why couldn't I just say no, she thought. Now she actually had to be a part of the worst occasion of her life.
Finally the horrible day came. Fadey sat in the hallway of the church, waiting to walk into the hall. She went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She hated her dress that she was forced to wear. It was pink for heaven's sake. Fadey hated pink. She was much more comfortable with the whole ball chain Goth look.
"Fadey, It's time to go out!" Gabby, as she preferred to called, popped her head into the bathroom. It was time to go. Fadey felt as if she was walking to her own execution. Just as she turned to the door, she had an idea. It was a totally brilliant, foolproof plan.
As Fadey walked down the isle, the pianist started playing the all too familiar Wedding March. But the bride didn't come.
Chapter 4
"I know it was you" Sean had cornered Fadey in her room after the reception. The pianist had played the Wedding March for over 10 minutes and the groom's men finally had to go looking for Genevieve. They had found her locked in the woman's bathroom, sobbing. The wedding went on as planned and Fadey's plan hadn't worked at all.
"So what if it was?" said Fadey distantly. "And anyway, aren't you supposed to be off with your bride right about now?" She was still incredibly angry with him and didn't want to talk to him.
"You know what? You're right," said Sean nastily, and he stormed out of the room. At once, Fadey wished she hadn't spoken. She wouldn't see her brother until next summer, and the last thing she said to him was horribly nasty. She flung herself down on her bed. Oh well, she thought, at least I have Hogwarts to keep my mind off things.
The next month passed dreadfully slow and uneventful, much to adventure loving Fadey's dismay. She wanted school to come so badly so she could take her mind off her brother and more importantly back on Harry. The month was so uneventful, she even considered running away just for the heck of it.
Finally September 1st came, and it was time to start school again. Sean had moved out three weeks before, and wasn't coming to see Fadey off to Hogwarts. She was upset, of coarse, but she had the thought of seeing Harry again to keep her spirits up.
Jack drove Fadey to King's Cross Station, and they arrived just in time. It was 10:50, and she still had to get a compartment. Jack dropped her off right in front of the barrier and with an "I love you" dissaparated.
Fadey got onto the train, looking desperately for an empty compartment. The whistle blew from somewhere far off. Fadey looked around, worried.
"There's room in here!" shouted a voice to her right. Fadey whirled around to see Harry Potter sitting in the compartment next to her, waving at, it surely couldn't be, her. Fadey turned bright red.
"Hhhhi Harry," she stammered. "Thanks." She stumbled as she made her way into his compartment. She looked around. There was no one else there. It was just the way she had always imagined it: sitting there with Harry, with no one else to bother them, laughing over an amazingly funny joke she had just told. Just then, to ruin the moment, Ron stumbled in.
"Hey Harry, we're done in the Prefects' compartment and we just-" Ron looked at Fadey with surprise, and his face turned purple. "Hhhhhi Fadey," Ron mumbled in the same voice that Fadey always used when talking to Harry.
"Hi Ron," Fadey murmured. At that moment she hated everything Ron for ruining this rare moment for her. Ron looked at her for a while longer, making Fadey incredibly uncomfortable. She sat in silence for the rest of the trip to Hogwarts as everyone else talked of their summer and the plans that the Order had come up with to stop Voldemort.
Chapter 5
The Song of the Sorting Hat
It seemed like only seconds after stepping on the train they were at the front gates of Hogwarts. Fadey glanced over to the carriage she had just gotten out of, seeing a horse she had noticed in her second year.
"So you can see them too?" Harry asked in a hushed tone, leaning to her ear.
"I-I-I don't know what you're talking about." Fadey stuttered, trying to suppress the shivers that he was sending down her spine.
"I know you can."
"You don't know anything." she insisted.
"Fine" Harry sighed as he made way over to Ron. Fadey sighed as she walked up the stone steps to the large wooden doors, the warm wood seemed to whisper "Welcome home". And in fact, they were.
She made her way across the foyer and over to the Great Hall. Fadey glanced around at her fellow Hogwarts students, seeing how happy they all seemed to be. She also took notice on how many students were missing compared to the past years. She sighed and trooped over to the Slytherin table, flopped down next to none other than Draco Malfoy and Fadey flashed him a slightly insane grin.
"HELLO DRACO!!!!!!!" Fadey bubbled in a way over-enthusiastic manor.
"Shut up, bitch," Draco muttered staring down at his empty plate with disgust.
"Well that's not very nice," she chastised playfully, still sickeningly perky.
"Kinda the point," Draco pointed out, as though talking to a two year old.
"Awwwww. Is ikle Dracokins still angry with nasty Fadey for breaking up with him in their second year? DOES SOMEONE NEED A HUG?!?" she offered, her arms wide open. Draco recoiled slightly, but one could tell he really wanted that hug, especially since his ex that he still happened to love offered it to him.
"So, Draco, where are your cronies? Did they get taken by the big bad Voldiepoo?" Fadey asked him in a playful tone, punching his arm. Draco turned away, angrily.
"Oh my God, It's true?!? I was just kidding. God I feel awful now," Fadey said in a very serious voice. She reached over and gave Draco the biggest damn hug he'd ever get that year. He drew back, trying to shoot daggers at her with his eyes, but anyone with half a brain cell could tell he loved it and had needed it very very badly.
An earsplitting noise came from the door to the hall. The entire room went silent and turned to view the "victims" now entering the dining hall. Fadey looked at the faces of the horribly frightened children an remembered how she felt the exact same way. She noticed how terribly young they looked (well they would; being 5 years younger than her and all)
"Let The Sorting begin," McGonnagle shouted throughout the hall in her heavy Irish accent. She set down the tattered old hat she had in her hand gently onto a tall stool. The hat stirred and a rip on the front opened wide.
I would just like to say in this time of great need, the unity between houses is far more important than ever. It does not matter the house that a person is in, only the hearts that are united against the plot that threatens our being. The separating of houses has always been against my better judgement, but I have continued only to honor the great tradition that started over a thousand years ago. I would like you all, though separated into groups by your talents, to remember that it is our choices that show who we truly are, far more than our abilities. Let the sorting begin.
The hall sat awe-struck and silent. There were a few murmurs of "What the hell" and "What, no song?" "Suddenly, there was a great yell coming from the Gryffindor table. "THE HAT'S GONE MAD! THE HAT'S GONE BLOODY MAD!!!!"
"The pre-show entertainment has been brought to you be the stoned hat and Ron Weasly! Let's have a big hand for the both of them," Fadey shouted. The hall was deathly silent except for the small claps coming from none other than Ron, though they were growing slower and slower.
"Weasly. Kostal. Detention. My office. Wednesday night," came McGonagal's shrill voice from across the room. Suddenly, Draco stood up, thought better of it, and sat back down.
"Malfoy. See Above," McGonagal was already pissed because of Ron and Fadey's outburst and was ready to pounce on anything that moved.
"But Pro-"
"No."
"But I-"
"No"
"And-"
"Malfoy, did you like being a ferret, or are you just stupid?" Malfoy slowly slid back down into his seat, frowning slightly, but again, you could tell he was happy about spending the entire evening with Fadey.
"If It's any consolation, I thought you were a very cute ferret," Fadey said, smiling like someone that had just killed their mother-in-law. She started petting Draco's head in a loving pet-the-kitty sort of way.
"Fadey"
"Yes?" she replied, still petting his head. "You know, your hair would be so much softer if you used less hair gel."
"Eat your dinner and please stop petting my head"
"Fine spoil-sport. I didn't know you cared so much"
"Never ever touch my head again"
"Fair enough"
Dumbledor stood up, looking slightly freaked out, but amused nun the less.
"Ummm.... Whichever table you sit at; that's your house." The first years looked around at eachother, shrugged, and a fight broke out about who was going to sit at the Gryffindor table.
Draco rolled his eyes at the fighting midgets. "You know, we're really not all that bad over here"
Chapter 6
Detention and Interests
The next few days were very interesting in Fadey's point of view. The whole of the Slytherin house hated her even more than they had the previous few years, seeing as she was the only good Slytherin known to man kind (at the time any way). They had started shouting crude comments at her when she passed in the hallways.
"Traitor! Bitch! I Thought You were a Slytherin damming!" Fadey found all of this quite hilarious, however, seeing as most of the Slytherins she knew were traitors, bitches, and she thought they were Slytherins. She never failed to find a quick new remark to leave them speechless.
The second thing Fadey found interesting was that Draco wasn't avoiding her anymore. Actually, he sat next to her in every lesson and at every mealtime. They talked of the things they used to talk about during their relationship. The weather, why Harry Potter was slightly ok (Fadey didn't reveal her secret. She just pretended to be able to stand the boy), but most of all they talked about theater. Fadey and Draco both had been in plays as children and both thought that Hogwarts should support a drama program.
"Do you know what that would do to my reputation if anyone found out about this?" Draco hissed over a sandwich he and Fadey were sharing.
"You care too much what other people think," Fadey laughed. "Watch and learn." Fadey stood up on top of the table. "Ahem. I WAS MADE FOR LOVING YOU BABY YOU WERE MADE FOR LOVIN ME! THE ONLY WAY OF LOVIN U BABY IS IF YOU WOULD PAY A LOVL-" Draco pulled her down from the table.
"You watch way too many muggle movies," Draco mumbled with a laugh.
"Hey, that's what I get for hanging out with the Weasly boy." She giggled softly.
The pair sniggered softly together as they began to eat the sandwitch.
Finally, Wednesday night arrived, and Fadey was tingling slightly at the prospect of spending an after-hours night with Draco. But ,sadly, she remembered, Ron would be there. As if the new idea was a weight she hung her head.
Fadey never noticed that Draco had been walking beside her, she glanced beside her.
"Sup, homie, G?!" he said with a great amount of false enthusiasm.
"Muggle lingo does not fit you well, my man." she said shaking her head that was in her hands gazing at the floor.
"Really? And it goes well on you?" He asked sarcastically.
"Yes, yes it does." She said, she noticed a figure with red hair bounding toward them. "Now, do you still have that knife in your pocket?"
"Yessss, why?" Draco answered cautiously, knowing that his friends answer would most likely be inane and unsafe.
"Could please drive it straight through my skull?"
"First answer me this, if muggle lingo doesn't fit me, what does?" He grinned.
"Hmmm, fur I think. Yes, white ferret fur."
"So, this knife, you want it through the temple, up through the chin or straight through the forehead?"
"Straight through the forehead thanks." Draco raised the knife in mock attempt, when Weasly bounded up to them.
"HI FAD- WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?!?" Weasly ran up and knocked Draco out of the way.
"It's too late Weasly, she's already dead."
"Yes, I'm already dead," Fadey declared from the floor.
"But you're-"
"Nope, dead"
"But why are you-"
"No I'M DEAD!"
"But-"
"DEAD I TELL YOU"
Ron looked at her sulkily. "Well McGonagal wants us down in her office, dead or alive."
"It's ok. Draco will carry me"
"Yes," Draco said, laughing. "See you there, Weasly!" Draco carried Fadey down three flights of stairs and they were laughing like drunk people as they were entering McGonagal's office.
"Hiiiiiiii Auntie McGonagal!" Fadey roared with laughter as Draco set her not so gently on top of one of the desks. "We've been in the FIREWISKY AGAIN!!!!!"
"Well, I will NOT have drunkards in my office, especially at this hour!" McGonagal said matter-o-factly as though that settled the matter.
"Does this mean I'm off detention?" Fadey asked hopefully.
"No, that just means that you aren't allowed in my office."
"Oh, in that case, DRACO'S DRUNK TOO!" Draco walked around the room, bouncing off the walls (literally) and running into desks.
"Fine, fine," McGonagal sighed, rubbing her temples, obviously seeing right through their pathetic attempt of a charade.
"I'm dr-"
"NO NO NO NO NO WEASLY WAS OUR DESIGNATED DRIVER!!!!" Fadey screamed at the top of her lungs. She walked over to Ron and took his hands in hers. "I just want you to know how proud I am of you for being so responsible." She lets go of his hands and with a "Take me away DRACO!" was swept out of the room.
"Weasly, if you ever need to talk to anyone about your girl problems, I'm here for you," McGonagal said to Ron after the door had shut.
"Nononononononono..."
Chapter 7
Quidditch
Ron had to endure five hours of the beauty of life speech given to him by McGonagal, the last person on earth he wanted to even think about having any relations with other human beings at all.
"And then Ron, a child is conceived"
"Nononononononono" Suddenly, a loud noise came from the hall.
"THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH THE SOUND OF MUUUUUUUUUUSIIIIIIIC!!!!!!!!!!" McGonagal looked at Ron and said in a very deadly voice, "Did they really have firewiskey, or where they just kidding?"
"Well," Ron started slowly, "Fadey has brought out a side of Draco I've. never seen before. I think she drove him over the line he has been threatening to cross for many years; insanity" McGongal just shook her head and turned to the board to write up the lines Ron was to be copying. They read I will not conduct random outbursts during mealtimes to impress the woman I love
"PROFESSOR!!!!!" Ron screamed, causing a loud thump from out side the door. Fadey had obviously fallen over. Again.
"Mr. Weasly, I am just putting down what you need to learn. Nothing more." Ron groaned, took out his quill, and stared writing.
When Fadey woke up the next morning, she couldn't remember why she was so happy. She made her way over to the mirror and gazed in. Then she remembered. Quidditch. Draco. Weeeeee! She gave herself and evil grin.
"FERNS!" Fadey screamed out. The Slytherin Quidditch team was getting ready for practice, and the locker room had been silent until that moment.
Many "What the Hell?'s" echoed around the room. "What the crap?" Draco yelled from the boy's shower.
"YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER THAN TO QUESTION MY RANDOM INSANITY! THE SILENCE WAS MUCH TOO LOUD FOR MY LIKING!" Fadey shot back at him. "And by the way, why are you showering before practice?"
"I like my hair to be shiny at all times," Draco replied absentmindedly. "Oh and by the way, position do you play?"
"We've been on the same team since we were in second year. I think you should know by now," Fadey sighed. It was quite sad how ignorant Draco could be at times.
"Humor me"
"Beater, you idiot"
"Oh. Ok," Draco had come out of the shower. He was wearing a towel. Only a towel. Fadey shivered as she struggled to find the reason she broke up with him in the first place.
"Ohhh. Is Ikle Fadey staring at my six pack."
"Yes Malfoy, I think you're dead sexy. Kiss me," Fadey replied in a dead voice. Malfoy's face lit up.
"Really?"
"Yeah, sure, why not." she shrugged. Its not like she didn't want it. The Slytherin team stood up and stared at Draco with disgust. He shrugged them off and kissed her. It only had lasted five seconds but it was worth it. They pulled apart slowly.
"So...does this mean there's hope for us?" he asked tentatively, hope flashed across his eyes briefly.
"I admit I stared at your six pack, and no I don't think so. Because, Draco, I broke up with you for a reason."
"And that reason would be?...."
Fadey mocked deep thought for a moment then spoke. "You know, I can't remember just now, but I can get back to you tomorrow."
Draco looked a little put out but shrugged it out.
"Ferns?" she asked
He shrugged, "Ferns."
"Wheeeee!".
"Whatever."
"DRACO THERES THE SNITCH! OH....WAIT...ITS THE SUN. And what a pretty sun it is, too." Fadey said, gazing into the sky with a blank look on her face.
"Ummm.... you do realize what you're doing to your eyes, don't you?" Draco inquisitised. Yes, inquisitised. I know I'm insane, but hey, whatever Rons your Weasly.
"Yes, yes I do." Of course, she was way too daft to stop. "It really is a pretty sun. I WANNA TOUCH IT!!!!"
"Ok we can go tomorrow."
The Quidditch practice was one of the best she had ever had. It consisted of mistaking the snitch for Draco's pretty blonde head, knocking Ron (who was practicing at the same time) off his broom, and falling off herself. Fadey just hung there from her knees, staring at Draco with bewildered eyes.
"Honestly," she said, with her normal daft and dazed expression on her face. "I don't know what Potter was complaining about in first year. I'M HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!" She broke into song. "HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE!!!! SEE THAT GIRL, WATCH THAT SCENE, DIGGIN THE DANCING QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!"
"Your a mad mad person," Draco said, shaking his beautiful head. "Mad, mad, mad"
"Ok, you've known me since 1st year and YOU'RE JUST FIGURING THIS OUT!!!!! GOD you're SLOW!"
"Yes, yes I am," Draco replied with fake pride. " I. Am. SLOW BOY!"
"Dude, you really need to get more friends. I'm rubbing off on you."
"Yes, I know, it's really sad that my best friend is a-"
"Nutcase?"
"I was gonna say girl but nutcase works nicely."