Disclaimer: AHEM. I herby declare all that is not mine belongs to J.K.
Rowling. As of now that's Ella, Marissa Fairburn, And Leila.
A/N: Sorry this took so long. ^_^ Oh yeah, and sorry abut the run-on's.
Ella was awaken roughly the next morning by someone banging through the door singing The Motion City Soundtrack's The Future Freaks Me Out at the top of her lungs, while throwing open the heavy pink curtains, then dancing across the room and out the door. This was by far the weirdest thing she had encountered yet. Talking Mirrors and all. Ella sat up groggily, only to see Hermione hanging halfway out of her bed, apparently shocked half to death by the intrusion.
Ella could hear this strange woman accosting the boys across the hall so she decided to hide, er, get dressed in the closet. Just as Hermione was sitting up and recovering, and Ella was about to sneak into the closet, the woman came bounding back through the door, waving her wand excitedly. Her blonde hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, and her hazel eyes glittered in the morning light. She wore a set of spring green robes that shimmered when she moved. The boys had followed her in, and Ella could see that they were quite in shock.
"Marissa Fairburn." She swept a bow and stood back up again. "Breakfast anyone?" She looked around at the four stunned faces expectantly.
Ten minutes later they all sat around the table in the common room munching toad in a hole and sausage. Marissa however had conjured herself what looked like a Grande Starbucks Mochachino, which Ella was considering stealing. This lady didn't need any more energy. Leila had come out and settled herself in Marissa's lap after a bowl of warm milk that had been on the floor.
"Sho let me get thish schtraight." Ron spoke, his speech muffled by the large wad of toast and eggs in his mouth. He swallowed rather noisily and continued. "You're our new Defense professor?" Marissa nodded happily slurping on her coffee. "And Dumbledore hired you?- OUCH! HERM- OW! I GET THE POINT!" Hermione sat back in her chair, the picture of innocence while Ron rubbed his leg.
"Yep. I'm actually a cousin of Remus Lupin's. You lot know him don't you?" Ron sprayed tea halfway across the table, and Harry choked on his milk.
"Yes! (splutter) He's only the best (gag) Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had!" Harry continued to choke on his milk his face turning a funny purple color. Hermione coolly pointed her wand at him and chanted,
"Purgo." Harry's coughing ceased and his face turned back to its normal color. He took a deep breath, embarrassed.
"Thanks..." Marissa watched this with one eyebrow raised, clearly amused.
"Everyone done eating then?" she looked around, checking plates making sure everyone had eaten a significant amount of food. "Good. You'll need your strength. Robes! On the double we're going out side!" She stood up and began to put the dishes on the tray in the middle of the table humming quietly to herself. She noticed everyone staring at her and stopped. "Sorry, weakness for American music. My dad's an American Wizard."
"Ohhhhh!" Was the collective response. That explained the wake up call. The four teenagers left Professor Fairburn to her tidying and went to get dressed. Twenty minutes, two tussles over the bathroom, and one fight between Hermione and Ron later, they were assembled on the Quidditch pitch. They had to stop for another half an hour to explain Quidditch to Ella. It wouldn't have taken so long if it hadn't been for the boys, who deemed it necessary to provide the history, rules, and half the Gryffindor playbook as part of the explanation.
It was a pleasant day. Ella had never been to England before, and found that it wasn't much different from America, concerning the countryside. She had nearly fainted at her first glimpse of the castle that was her new home. A warm breeze swished her robes and her long hair about. Sunlight kissed her face and sparkled off the lake that sprawled around Hogwarts. Professor Fairburn was going on about the use of non-defensive spells during a duel, and Ella hadn't the foggiest idea what she was talking about. She had managed to fully master the special kind of 'thinking about it' necessary for gaining information about the wizarding world and was putting it to use when her thought process was interrupted by Professor Fairburn's cheerful call,
"All right then! Lets split into pairs, No not you and Hermione, Ron, lover's quarrels stay outside of lessons please. Oh don't blush at me it's quite obvious. Harry, you work with her. Ella and Ron over here." Before Ella could attest to the fact that she didn't know any spells, she was pushed in Ron's direction. "Wands ready? And one, two," Ella braced herself, and then suddenly remembered the incantation of a spell that had been used on her only yesterday. "three!"
"PETRIFCUS TOTALUS!" Ron's wand had been raised, ready to hex Ella when her curse hit him square in the chest. His legs snapped together, his arms instantaneously glued to his sides and unable to retain his balance he toppled over stiff as a board. Then, to top it all of his mouth (which had been hanging open in an expression of surprise) clamped tightly shut.
"Well done Ella! Thinking on your feet, and you thought you didn't know any spells!" Marissa Fairburn stood with her arms crossed; half smiling at Ella who was standing over the body locked Ron with an amazed expression on her face. Ella stopped gaping, and stepped on Ron's chest.
"How do you like it when somebody hexes you off guard?" She smiled down at him, before offering him her hand, which he of course, couldn't take. Ella stood over him, perplexed, while his friends and their new professor had a good laugh.
"Well what have we here?" A heavy Scottish accent interrupted her triumphant moment. A handsome young man on a broomstick was hovering just above their heads with an amused expression on his face. "I thought there was no fighting on school grounds... professor."
"OLIVER!" The shout came from Harry, but it was Professor Fairburn who knocked him off his broom. She tackled him, pinning his shoulders to the ground. She whipped her wand out and held to his neck. Ella, Hermione, Harry, and the newly revived Ron watched dumbfounded.
"MARISSA DON'T! IT'S ME! IT'S ME- OLIVER!" She peered into his eyes for a moment, and then scooped him into a bone crunching, Hagrid style hug. She pushed to arms length and began to scream at him.
"-COULD HAVE BEEN DEAD...(intelligible screaming)- NOT A WORD FOR TWO MONTHS- WE ALL THOUGHT YOU HAD BEEN- BEEN- been..."Professor Fairburn began to cry, sobbing whole-heartedly into Oliver's shoulder. Harry leaned over and whispered into Ella's ear.
"That's Oliver Wood, former Hogwarts Quidditch captain, Puddlemere Keeper, and order member. We lost contact with him for about a two months, we didn't know where he was." Harry appraised the situation unfolding before him with his arms crossed, he was clearly resisting the urge to rescue Oliver. Professor Fairburn was sobbing wordlessly, while Oliver held her close, obviously glad to be back. "I didn't know he had a girlfriend..." Harry stared at the two thoughtfully.
Oliver was too absorbed in trying to comfort the soggy witch attached to his shoulder to notice McGonagall and Dumbledore sweeping across the grounds towards them. Ella and the others quickly got out of the way as McGonagall walked over to the heap of robes and people on the ground and separated the mess. In the meantime Dumbledore had conjured two chairs. As Professor McGonagall helped Oliver and Professor Fairburn to their feet, the two chairs merged together, and became a couch. Oliver collapsed onto it, gratefully pulling Professor Fairburn with him.
She continued to cry and Oliver continued to hold her. It was then that Ella noticed there was a tremble to his hands. She took a step closer to him and squinted, he was pale too, and his skin looked clammy. Professor Fairburn sat up, drying her eyes with a handkerchief Dumbledore had conjured for her. McGonagall turned around to order the children to leave but Dumbledore stopped her.
"Minerva, I believe Ella and Harry need to hear this, and young Master Potter will no doubt tell his friends everything after our conversation. We might as well let them all stay." Minerva bristled like a cat in protest. Dumbledore held up a hand to silence her and she quieted, clearly miffed. "Oliver, would you mind informing us of your whereabouts these past few months?" Dumbledore wore a concerned expression on his wrinkled face. " Oliver?" The ghostly man looked up from his girlfriend, staring at Dumbledore with his eyebrows crinkled together in an odd expression. It as if he was fighting with something inside his head pushing it away. His chapped lips silently formed the word 'deatheater' and Professor Fairburn burst into fresh sobs. Oliver looked at her with and expression of surprise, as if she had just apparated onto his shoulder. Ella took another step towards him. Squinting again; she could swear that his pupils were slightly clouded. Suddenly he closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened them again, they were back to normal.
"Oh Marissa! Hush, I'm all right now, see? No visible scars, burns, dark marks..." Professor Fairburn unexpectedly stood up. She grabbed Oliver's robes hauling him to his feet and spun him around, inspecting each of his limbs thoroughly.
"If you're quite finished Professor, maybe we could continue with Oliver's explanation?" Professor Fairburn stood up and went to stand with the children observing the affair. She was hugging herself, rubbing her arms as if to keep warm, a shadow of the woman they had spent the morning with. She motioned for Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ella to come closer and drew them into a huddle.
"Something's not right about him. Keep on your guard. We're going to go practice shield spells, just incase he's- "She began to tear up again, Ron and Harry each took a step backwards. Professor Fairburn took a deep breath, composing herself. "-under the Imperious curse. I'll have a chat with Dumbledore later tonight and let him know." She marched farther off onto the pitch giving the four of them no choice but to follow.
They spent the rest of the afternoon practicing shield charms, first on each other, and after that Professor Fairburn sent hexes their way at random. The only problem was that Ella's shield charms seemed to be incredibly bouncy. They rebounded spells with such fierceness that the one who had tried to hex her could barley throw up their own shield in time. Shouts of "Protogeo" rang off the walls of the pitch for an hour at least until Professor Fairburn shouted.
"STOP!" They all stared at her in awe of the new vigor she had taken towards educating them. She ducked one of Ella's rebounding Fernunculus's and began to pace back and forth in front of them. "What kind of curses are the hardest to block?" Hermione waved her hand wildly in the air. Professor Fairburn sighed, sensing the beginning of a pattern. "Hermione?"
"The three unforgivable curses." Professor Fairburn nodded. She wheeled on Ron. "And what are they?" Ron gulped and scuffed his foot in the grass. He mumbled the answer.
"The Cruciatus curse, the Imperious curse, and-"He paused, glancing at Harry. Harry shrugged, and Ron continued hesitantly. "-the killing curse." Harry looked up at the sky and muttered an incantation.
"Avada Kedavra..." Professor Fairburn looked at him, realizing that she had quite possibly hit a sore spot. She softened immediately.
"Very good Harry. Tonigh-"Harry was mumbling to himself. His eyes were clamped shut and his fists were balled so tight his knuckles were turning white. Professor Fairburn continued looking slightly perturbed. "Tonight I want you all to come up with a way to strengthen your shield spells. Sometimes in a duel you have to improvise. I want you all to be able to handle any curse thrown at you like a seasoned Auror. I don't care how you do it. Tomorrow you'd better be able to withstand an unforgivable." Professor Fairburn smiled. "Take the rest of the afternoon off, I'm going to go check on Oliver..." She bustled off in the direction of the castle leaving four exhausted teenagers on the Quidditch pitch.
Ella collapsed onto the ground followed by Harry, then Ron and finally Hermione. They lay on the grass for quite some time silently watching the clouds meander across the windswept sky. It was Ella who finally spoke.
"Wow." She knew that three eyebrows were being raised amid the mess of people on the ground. She continued. "I can't believe I've been missing out on this for 16 years." She was answered by silence. Their new professor's range of emotion flabbergasted them all. Hermione sat up.
"Anyone thirsty?" She raised her wand. "Accio Pumpkin juice." The boys were leaning on their elbows staring expectantly at the castle and Hermione had her hand out as if she was waiting for something. Ella was confused. Suddenly there were four glasses of pumpkin juice speeding along the Quidditch pitch towards them. A summoning spell! Ella stood up, faced in what she thought was the right direction, and shouted,
"ACCIO MONKEYBUNS!" She waited patiently, her hand out, as Hermione had done.
"Er, what are you trying to summon?" Ron came to stand behind her peering at the horizon, waiting for something to appear.
"My stuffed monkey." "From America?" Ella nodded still staring at the horizon, her hand held out. Ron came to stand in front of her snapping his fingers in front of her face. "Nobody could manage a summoning spell form that far away you dimwit! Why, Hermione's the best witch in our class, and she can't summon anything from farther away than Hogsmeade!" Ron began to laugh hysterically. Hermione started forwards to tell him off, and he stood up to get a few more words in. "I bet Dumbledore couldn't even- OOMPH!" There was a loud smack, and Ron was flat on his face, a sock monkey perched happily on his back. Ella scooped it up, tucked it under her arm and began to march towards the castle. As she strolled across her front lawn, she vaguely heard Ron say, in a very surprised voice.
"Bloody Hell..."
"RON!"
A/N: OK. As much as I hate to admit this; I need a beta. Anybody interested? It's going to take longer for the chapters to post, but it's a necessity for quality. I'm comma happy. ^_^ SO. Any comments or suggestions are welcome, everybody check out EyesofEmerald's story Standing There By You cause it kicks pickle, and she's the only one who reviews me anymore! If you read it review it! PLEASE!
A/N: Sorry this took so long. ^_^ Oh yeah, and sorry abut the run-on's.
Ella was awaken roughly the next morning by someone banging through the door singing The Motion City Soundtrack's The Future Freaks Me Out at the top of her lungs, while throwing open the heavy pink curtains, then dancing across the room and out the door. This was by far the weirdest thing she had encountered yet. Talking Mirrors and all. Ella sat up groggily, only to see Hermione hanging halfway out of her bed, apparently shocked half to death by the intrusion.
Ella could hear this strange woman accosting the boys across the hall so she decided to hide, er, get dressed in the closet. Just as Hermione was sitting up and recovering, and Ella was about to sneak into the closet, the woman came bounding back through the door, waving her wand excitedly. Her blonde hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, and her hazel eyes glittered in the morning light. She wore a set of spring green robes that shimmered when she moved. The boys had followed her in, and Ella could see that they were quite in shock.
"Marissa Fairburn." She swept a bow and stood back up again. "Breakfast anyone?" She looked around at the four stunned faces expectantly.
Ten minutes later they all sat around the table in the common room munching toad in a hole and sausage. Marissa however had conjured herself what looked like a Grande Starbucks Mochachino, which Ella was considering stealing. This lady didn't need any more energy. Leila had come out and settled herself in Marissa's lap after a bowl of warm milk that had been on the floor.
"Sho let me get thish schtraight." Ron spoke, his speech muffled by the large wad of toast and eggs in his mouth. He swallowed rather noisily and continued. "You're our new Defense professor?" Marissa nodded happily slurping on her coffee. "And Dumbledore hired you?- OUCH! HERM- OW! I GET THE POINT!" Hermione sat back in her chair, the picture of innocence while Ron rubbed his leg.
"Yep. I'm actually a cousin of Remus Lupin's. You lot know him don't you?" Ron sprayed tea halfway across the table, and Harry choked on his milk.
"Yes! (splutter) He's only the best (gag) Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had!" Harry continued to choke on his milk his face turning a funny purple color. Hermione coolly pointed her wand at him and chanted,
"Purgo." Harry's coughing ceased and his face turned back to its normal color. He took a deep breath, embarrassed.
"Thanks..." Marissa watched this with one eyebrow raised, clearly amused.
"Everyone done eating then?" she looked around, checking plates making sure everyone had eaten a significant amount of food. "Good. You'll need your strength. Robes! On the double we're going out side!" She stood up and began to put the dishes on the tray in the middle of the table humming quietly to herself. She noticed everyone staring at her and stopped. "Sorry, weakness for American music. My dad's an American Wizard."
"Ohhhhh!" Was the collective response. That explained the wake up call. The four teenagers left Professor Fairburn to her tidying and went to get dressed. Twenty minutes, two tussles over the bathroom, and one fight between Hermione and Ron later, they were assembled on the Quidditch pitch. They had to stop for another half an hour to explain Quidditch to Ella. It wouldn't have taken so long if it hadn't been for the boys, who deemed it necessary to provide the history, rules, and half the Gryffindor playbook as part of the explanation.
It was a pleasant day. Ella had never been to England before, and found that it wasn't much different from America, concerning the countryside. She had nearly fainted at her first glimpse of the castle that was her new home. A warm breeze swished her robes and her long hair about. Sunlight kissed her face and sparkled off the lake that sprawled around Hogwarts. Professor Fairburn was going on about the use of non-defensive spells during a duel, and Ella hadn't the foggiest idea what she was talking about. She had managed to fully master the special kind of 'thinking about it' necessary for gaining information about the wizarding world and was putting it to use when her thought process was interrupted by Professor Fairburn's cheerful call,
"All right then! Lets split into pairs, No not you and Hermione, Ron, lover's quarrels stay outside of lessons please. Oh don't blush at me it's quite obvious. Harry, you work with her. Ella and Ron over here." Before Ella could attest to the fact that she didn't know any spells, she was pushed in Ron's direction. "Wands ready? And one, two," Ella braced herself, and then suddenly remembered the incantation of a spell that had been used on her only yesterday. "three!"
"PETRIFCUS TOTALUS!" Ron's wand had been raised, ready to hex Ella when her curse hit him square in the chest. His legs snapped together, his arms instantaneously glued to his sides and unable to retain his balance he toppled over stiff as a board. Then, to top it all of his mouth (which had been hanging open in an expression of surprise) clamped tightly shut.
"Well done Ella! Thinking on your feet, and you thought you didn't know any spells!" Marissa Fairburn stood with her arms crossed; half smiling at Ella who was standing over the body locked Ron with an amazed expression on her face. Ella stopped gaping, and stepped on Ron's chest.
"How do you like it when somebody hexes you off guard?" She smiled down at him, before offering him her hand, which he of course, couldn't take. Ella stood over him, perplexed, while his friends and their new professor had a good laugh.
"Well what have we here?" A heavy Scottish accent interrupted her triumphant moment. A handsome young man on a broomstick was hovering just above their heads with an amused expression on his face. "I thought there was no fighting on school grounds... professor."
"OLIVER!" The shout came from Harry, but it was Professor Fairburn who knocked him off his broom. She tackled him, pinning his shoulders to the ground. She whipped her wand out and held to his neck. Ella, Hermione, Harry, and the newly revived Ron watched dumbfounded.
"MARISSA DON'T! IT'S ME! IT'S ME- OLIVER!" She peered into his eyes for a moment, and then scooped him into a bone crunching, Hagrid style hug. She pushed to arms length and began to scream at him.
"-COULD HAVE BEEN DEAD...(intelligible screaming)- NOT A WORD FOR TWO MONTHS- WE ALL THOUGHT YOU HAD BEEN- BEEN- been..."Professor Fairburn began to cry, sobbing whole-heartedly into Oliver's shoulder. Harry leaned over and whispered into Ella's ear.
"That's Oliver Wood, former Hogwarts Quidditch captain, Puddlemere Keeper, and order member. We lost contact with him for about a two months, we didn't know where he was." Harry appraised the situation unfolding before him with his arms crossed, he was clearly resisting the urge to rescue Oliver. Professor Fairburn was sobbing wordlessly, while Oliver held her close, obviously glad to be back. "I didn't know he had a girlfriend..." Harry stared at the two thoughtfully.
Oliver was too absorbed in trying to comfort the soggy witch attached to his shoulder to notice McGonagall and Dumbledore sweeping across the grounds towards them. Ella and the others quickly got out of the way as McGonagall walked over to the heap of robes and people on the ground and separated the mess. In the meantime Dumbledore had conjured two chairs. As Professor McGonagall helped Oliver and Professor Fairburn to their feet, the two chairs merged together, and became a couch. Oliver collapsed onto it, gratefully pulling Professor Fairburn with him.
She continued to cry and Oliver continued to hold her. It was then that Ella noticed there was a tremble to his hands. She took a step closer to him and squinted, he was pale too, and his skin looked clammy. Professor Fairburn sat up, drying her eyes with a handkerchief Dumbledore had conjured for her. McGonagall turned around to order the children to leave but Dumbledore stopped her.
"Minerva, I believe Ella and Harry need to hear this, and young Master Potter will no doubt tell his friends everything after our conversation. We might as well let them all stay." Minerva bristled like a cat in protest. Dumbledore held up a hand to silence her and she quieted, clearly miffed. "Oliver, would you mind informing us of your whereabouts these past few months?" Dumbledore wore a concerned expression on his wrinkled face. " Oliver?" The ghostly man looked up from his girlfriend, staring at Dumbledore with his eyebrows crinkled together in an odd expression. It as if he was fighting with something inside his head pushing it away. His chapped lips silently formed the word 'deatheater' and Professor Fairburn burst into fresh sobs. Oliver looked at her with and expression of surprise, as if she had just apparated onto his shoulder. Ella took another step towards him. Squinting again; she could swear that his pupils were slightly clouded. Suddenly he closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened them again, they were back to normal.
"Oh Marissa! Hush, I'm all right now, see? No visible scars, burns, dark marks..." Professor Fairburn unexpectedly stood up. She grabbed Oliver's robes hauling him to his feet and spun him around, inspecting each of his limbs thoroughly.
"If you're quite finished Professor, maybe we could continue with Oliver's explanation?" Professor Fairburn stood up and went to stand with the children observing the affair. She was hugging herself, rubbing her arms as if to keep warm, a shadow of the woman they had spent the morning with. She motioned for Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ella to come closer and drew them into a huddle.
"Something's not right about him. Keep on your guard. We're going to go practice shield spells, just incase he's- "She began to tear up again, Ron and Harry each took a step backwards. Professor Fairburn took a deep breath, composing herself. "-under the Imperious curse. I'll have a chat with Dumbledore later tonight and let him know." She marched farther off onto the pitch giving the four of them no choice but to follow.
They spent the rest of the afternoon practicing shield charms, first on each other, and after that Professor Fairburn sent hexes their way at random. The only problem was that Ella's shield charms seemed to be incredibly bouncy. They rebounded spells with such fierceness that the one who had tried to hex her could barley throw up their own shield in time. Shouts of "Protogeo" rang off the walls of the pitch for an hour at least until Professor Fairburn shouted.
"STOP!" They all stared at her in awe of the new vigor she had taken towards educating them. She ducked one of Ella's rebounding Fernunculus's and began to pace back and forth in front of them. "What kind of curses are the hardest to block?" Hermione waved her hand wildly in the air. Professor Fairburn sighed, sensing the beginning of a pattern. "Hermione?"
"The three unforgivable curses." Professor Fairburn nodded. She wheeled on Ron. "And what are they?" Ron gulped and scuffed his foot in the grass. He mumbled the answer.
"The Cruciatus curse, the Imperious curse, and-"He paused, glancing at Harry. Harry shrugged, and Ron continued hesitantly. "-the killing curse." Harry looked up at the sky and muttered an incantation.
"Avada Kedavra..." Professor Fairburn looked at him, realizing that she had quite possibly hit a sore spot. She softened immediately.
"Very good Harry. Tonigh-"Harry was mumbling to himself. His eyes were clamped shut and his fists were balled so tight his knuckles were turning white. Professor Fairburn continued looking slightly perturbed. "Tonight I want you all to come up with a way to strengthen your shield spells. Sometimes in a duel you have to improvise. I want you all to be able to handle any curse thrown at you like a seasoned Auror. I don't care how you do it. Tomorrow you'd better be able to withstand an unforgivable." Professor Fairburn smiled. "Take the rest of the afternoon off, I'm going to go check on Oliver..." She bustled off in the direction of the castle leaving four exhausted teenagers on the Quidditch pitch.
Ella collapsed onto the ground followed by Harry, then Ron and finally Hermione. They lay on the grass for quite some time silently watching the clouds meander across the windswept sky. It was Ella who finally spoke.
"Wow." She knew that three eyebrows were being raised amid the mess of people on the ground. She continued. "I can't believe I've been missing out on this for 16 years." She was answered by silence. Their new professor's range of emotion flabbergasted them all. Hermione sat up.
"Anyone thirsty?" She raised her wand. "Accio Pumpkin juice." The boys were leaning on their elbows staring expectantly at the castle and Hermione had her hand out as if she was waiting for something. Ella was confused. Suddenly there were four glasses of pumpkin juice speeding along the Quidditch pitch towards them. A summoning spell! Ella stood up, faced in what she thought was the right direction, and shouted,
"ACCIO MONKEYBUNS!" She waited patiently, her hand out, as Hermione had done.
"Er, what are you trying to summon?" Ron came to stand behind her peering at the horizon, waiting for something to appear.
"My stuffed monkey." "From America?" Ella nodded still staring at the horizon, her hand held out. Ron came to stand in front of her snapping his fingers in front of her face. "Nobody could manage a summoning spell form that far away you dimwit! Why, Hermione's the best witch in our class, and she can't summon anything from farther away than Hogsmeade!" Ron began to laugh hysterically. Hermione started forwards to tell him off, and he stood up to get a few more words in. "I bet Dumbledore couldn't even- OOMPH!" There was a loud smack, and Ron was flat on his face, a sock monkey perched happily on his back. Ella scooped it up, tucked it under her arm and began to march towards the castle. As she strolled across her front lawn, she vaguely heard Ron say, in a very surprised voice.
"Bloody Hell..."
"RON!"
A/N: OK. As much as I hate to admit this; I need a beta. Anybody interested? It's going to take longer for the chapters to post, but it's a necessity for quality. I'm comma happy. ^_^ SO. Any comments or suggestions are welcome, everybody check out EyesofEmerald's story Standing There By You cause it kicks pickle, and she's the only one who reviews me anymore! If you read it review it! PLEASE!