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Chapter 4: Running into Wood
"Allison, wake up. We have fifteen minutes until breakfast is over. You don't want to miss it." Chelsea's voice startled Allison the next morning. She opened her eyes to a bright common room. Chelsea and Leslie were putting on their robes.
"Where are the others?" Allison asked.
"They went down already. Hurry." Chelsea answered.
"I will meet you down there." Allison said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Go." Allison hopped out of bed and was pulling on her robes as Leslie and Chelsea left the room. She gathered up her rucksack (a/n: is that the word?) as rushed out into the common room as she ran right into a tall boy. Her back split and her books scattered.
"Sorry." Allison said, looking up into his eyed. Her stomach did somersaults. His eyes were a deep hazel. He had a mischievous grin on his face.
"In a hurry to get somewhere?" He asked, helping her gather up her books.
"Some people actually want to actually want to attend class." She told him sarcastically, giving his pajamas a look of criticism.
He laughed. "Don't you know? Sixth don't have to worry about that until next year. Here, let me at least walk you the Great Hall." He fixed her bag and slung it over his shoulder. "So, are you going to tell me your name?"
"Allison Potter."
"Ah, I have heard of your father. So, how do you like the wizarding world so far? I bet the boys are happy to have you here. Do you like anyone in particular?" He made her blush. She couldn't believe that he was flirting with her. He was at least sixteen.
"I like it, and no. I am only eleven." She scowled at him. They had reached the Great hall. For some reason her friends were gaping at her.
"Well, look me up in a few years. Farwell, lovely." He handed her bag, kissed her hand, and sauntered off. Allison walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Wetalu.
"What?" Allison asked her friends.
"Do you know who that was?" Angie asked, dumbfounded.
Allison shrugged. "Just some guy. I think he is a sixth year." She grabbed a piece of toast and started to eat.
"That isn't just some guy! That is Jonas Wood! He is Damian and Robbie's older brother, and a Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He kissed your hand." Chelsea told her.
"Oy, Allison, was that you that we saw with my brother?" Damian walked up to them with Frank and Ryan in tow.
"Yes. Why is everyone making such a big deal? I dropped my books and he helped me carry them."
"Damian hasn't talked to a girl other than his girlfriend in two years. Do you know who his girlfriend is?" Damian asked.
"No, but I suppose you are going to tell me." Allison said.
Ryan was the one who told her. "Sandy Young. She is only the most popular and beautiful girl in Hogwarts."
"And I am supposed to care, why?" Allison asked.
"She isn't just pretty. She is very stuck up. She protects Jonas like the dementors used to protect Azkaban." Leslie told her.
"Well, good for her. Look, here come Professor McGonagall with our schedules." Professor McGonagall handed them each a slip of parchment.
"Brilliant! We have double DADA this morning, then charms, then transfiguration. A breeze." Ryan said.
"Lucky. The fourth years have double potions, and I am not looking forward to meeting Professor Malfoy." Wetalu told them. "Well, I had better get to it. No use starting off bad with him. Cheers."
The first years made their way up to their first class. They knew they would get along with Professor Tonks when they walked into the room. The walls were covered with posters of the Weird Sisters. They all found desks near the front of the room and sat down. Professor Tonks was nowhere to be seen. Five minutes after class was to start she walked in, grinning from ear to ear. "Wotcher. Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts. I don't want you lot to call Professor or anything. Just Tonks. I was an auror until last year. You aren't going to have a proper lesson today, I just want to learn a bit about you. Who will start?" A dozen hands shot up. She called on Ryan.
He stood and told her "I am Ryan Finnigan. I'm in Hufflepuff. Up until now I lived with me ma and da in Ireland. I'm an only child."
"Nice to meet you, Ryan." She pointed to an half Asian girl.
"My name is Ramona Davies. My friends call me Mona. My mother and father both were on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. I am in Hufflepuff, too. My older brother is a fourth year Ravenclaw." Mona sat down. One of the Creevey twins stood up.
"My name is Amanda Creevey. I lived with my sister and my dad. My mum, Millicent, died when I was two. I am in Gryffindor." Allison was the last person to introduce herself.
"I'm Allison Potter. I'm in Gryffindor." Allison sat down.
"That's all? Well, I know your father. He is a close friend of my husband, Remus Lupin. How is your father? Is he going to consider the position as Minister of Magic?" Tonks asked.
"What?!" Chelsea yelped. She turned to Allison. "You didn't tell me that your dad is going to be Minister."
"He's not! I mean, I didn't know either. What are you talking about Profe—I mean, Tonks?" Allison said.
"Look." Tonks handed her the Daily Prophet. She took it and started to read.
Harry Potter: Minister of Magic?
It has been revealed that Harry Potter has been offered Arthur Weasley's job as Minister of Magic. Mr. Weasley decided to retire in June. Harry Potter surprised the wizarding world when he returned with his wife Ginny Potter (formerly Weasley) and his three children, who are currently attending Hogwarts. Although Mr. Potter is hesitant about taking the job, if he chose to he would have immense support among witches and wizards. The Minister asked Mr. Potter to make a choice by October first.
Allison put the Newspaper down, speechless with shock. Chelsea took the paper from her and read it. Allison looked up at Tonks. She needed to talk to her father. "Er...may I--?"
"Go ahead. You should go to Professor Dumbledore. I'm sure that he will help you in any way that her can." Tonks told her. Allison gathered up her books and walked out of the room. As soon as she reached the corridor she ran all the way to the Headmasters office.
She stood in front of the stone gargoyle and said, "Er... I need to see Professor Dumbledore please." When nothing happened she realized that it must be password-protected. "Er... lemon drop?" She said, remembering the stories her father had told her. "Ok, what about cockroach cluster? Fawkes? Professor Dumbledore is the king? Thick socks? My green trousers?" The gargoyle leapt to life, revealing a spiral staircase. Allison walked up it an knocked on the door at the top. It swung open.
Dumbledore stood there, beaming. "I see you figured out the password. You are a celver girl, just like your father. I suppose that he is why you are here?" She nodded. "Well, come in." He shut the door behind her. "If you wish, you may send him an owl, but I recommend talking face to face." He walked over to the fireplace and picked up a jar of Floo Powder. "Take a pinch. All you do in kneel on the floor and stick your head in."
Allison did as he said. She dropped the powder into the fireplace and stated, "Harry Potter's residence." Her head spun around and around until it abruptly stopped. Their Living Room was empty. "Dad!" She called. After a moment Harry walked into the room.
"I thought I heard your voice. Well, I cant say that I didn't excpect this." Harry sat down on the rug, in front of her.
"Dad, the Daily Prophet said that you can be Minister of Magic!" Allison got to the point.
Harry sighed. "I know. And your mum is making me consider it. How do you feel about it?"
"I think its brilliant! But why didn't you tell me?" She asked.
"I wasn't going to even think about taking it, so I thought that I didn't need to tell anyone."
"So?" Allison prodded.
"So what?" Harry feigned innocence.
"Dad! So, are you going to take it?"
"Yes. I gave it some deep thought. I certainly wouldn't be bored then." Harry told her.
Allison gave a squeal. "My dad is the Minister of Magic! Brilliant! Are you going to announce it tomorrow?"
"Arthur already did. Allison, I didn't realize it, but you should be in class. I will write you tomorrow. Say hello to your brother and sister for me." Harry said.
"Oh, fine. Goodbye." She pulled her head out of the fireplace and looked up at her 'Uncle'.
"I suppose everything is sorted out then. It is too late to return to Defense Against the Dark Arts, so you should walk down to the Great hall and get a head start on lunch." Dumbledore told her.
"Thank you Professor." Allison skipped down the corridor, feeling lighthearted. Just as she went through the doorway to the Great Hall she ran into someone for the second time that morning.
"Well, well, it seems that you can keep your hands off me. Am I that irresistible?" Jonas Wood stood in front of her with a cocky grin on his face.
Allison glared at him. "You seem to be throwing yourself in my way, wherever I go. Am I that enticing?"
"A funny girl, aren't you?" He said, laughing. "Aren't you out of class a little early?"
"Do you even go to lessons?" She retorted, sitting at the empty Gryffindor table. Jonas sat down across from her.
"You know what? I like you. You are very witty." Jonas said.
"Now my life is complete." She told him sarcastically, trying not to notice the way his muscles showed through his tight black shirt. Instead she helped herself to a plate of sandwiches already set out. It was very hard to ignore him, especially when she could feel his body heat.
Jonas was about to say something when he was interrupted by the student flowing into the Great Hall for lunch. As Chelsea, Frank, and Wetalu made their way over to Allison he flashed her a smile and whispered, "Nice running into you. We should do it again. Mind you, go slower next time." He got up and walked off.
Chapter 4: Running into Wood
"Allison, wake up. We have fifteen minutes until breakfast is over. You don't want to miss it." Chelsea's voice startled Allison the next morning. She opened her eyes to a bright common room. Chelsea and Leslie were putting on their robes.
"Where are the others?" Allison asked.
"They went down already. Hurry." Chelsea answered.
"I will meet you down there." Allison said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Go." Allison hopped out of bed and was pulling on her robes as Leslie and Chelsea left the room. She gathered up her rucksack (a/n: is that the word?) as rushed out into the common room as she ran right into a tall boy. Her back split and her books scattered.
"Sorry." Allison said, looking up into his eyed. Her stomach did somersaults. His eyes were a deep hazel. He had a mischievous grin on his face.
"In a hurry to get somewhere?" He asked, helping her gather up her books.
"Some people actually want to actually want to attend class." She told him sarcastically, giving his pajamas a look of criticism.
He laughed. "Don't you know? Sixth don't have to worry about that until next year. Here, let me at least walk you the Great Hall." He fixed her bag and slung it over his shoulder. "So, are you going to tell me your name?"
"Allison Potter."
"Ah, I have heard of your father. So, how do you like the wizarding world so far? I bet the boys are happy to have you here. Do you like anyone in particular?" He made her blush. She couldn't believe that he was flirting with her. He was at least sixteen.
"I like it, and no. I am only eleven." She scowled at him. They had reached the Great hall. For some reason her friends were gaping at her.
"Well, look me up in a few years. Farwell, lovely." He handed her bag, kissed her hand, and sauntered off. Allison walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Wetalu.
"What?" Allison asked her friends.
"Do you know who that was?" Angie asked, dumbfounded.
Allison shrugged. "Just some guy. I think he is a sixth year." She grabbed a piece of toast and started to eat.
"That isn't just some guy! That is Jonas Wood! He is Damian and Robbie's older brother, and a Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He kissed your hand." Chelsea told her.
"Oy, Allison, was that you that we saw with my brother?" Damian walked up to them with Frank and Ryan in tow.
"Yes. Why is everyone making such a big deal? I dropped my books and he helped me carry them."
"Damian hasn't talked to a girl other than his girlfriend in two years. Do you know who his girlfriend is?" Damian asked.
"No, but I suppose you are going to tell me." Allison said.
Ryan was the one who told her. "Sandy Young. She is only the most popular and beautiful girl in Hogwarts."
"And I am supposed to care, why?" Allison asked.
"She isn't just pretty. She is very stuck up. She protects Jonas like the dementors used to protect Azkaban." Leslie told her.
"Well, good for her. Look, here come Professor McGonagall with our schedules." Professor McGonagall handed them each a slip of parchment.
"Brilliant! We have double DADA this morning, then charms, then transfiguration. A breeze." Ryan said.
"Lucky. The fourth years have double potions, and I am not looking forward to meeting Professor Malfoy." Wetalu told them. "Well, I had better get to it. No use starting off bad with him. Cheers."
The first years made their way up to their first class. They knew they would get along with Professor Tonks when they walked into the room. The walls were covered with posters of the Weird Sisters. They all found desks near the front of the room and sat down. Professor Tonks was nowhere to be seen. Five minutes after class was to start she walked in, grinning from ear to ear. "Wotcher. Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts. I don't want you lot to call Professor or anything. Just Tonks. I was an auror until last year. You aren't going to have a proper lesson today, I just want to learn a bit about you. Who will start?" A dozen hands shot up. She called on Ryan.
He stood and told her "I am Ryan Finnigan. I'm in Hufflepuff. Up until now I lived with me ma and da in Ireland. I'm an only child."
"Nice to meet you, Ryan." She pointed to an half Asian girl.
"My name is Ramona Davies. My friends call me Mona. My mother and father both were on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. I am in Hufflepuff, too. My older brother is a fourth year Ravenclaw." Mona sat down. One of the Creevey twins stood up.
"My name is Amanda Creevey. I lived with my sister and my dad. My mum, Millicent, died when I was two. I am in Gryffindor." Allison was the last person to introduce herself.
"I'm Allison Potter. I'm in Gryffindor." Allison sat down.
"That's all? Well, I know your father. He is a close friend of my husband, Remus Lupin. How is your father? Is he going to consider the position as Minister of Magic?" Tonks asked.
"What?!" Chelsea yelped. She turned to Allison. "You didn't tell me that your dad is going to be Minister."
"He's not! I mean, I didn't know either. What are you talking about Profe—I mean, Tonks?" Allison said.
"Look." Tonks handed her the Daily Prophet. She took it and started to read.
Harry Potter: Minister of Magic?
It has been revealed that Harry Potter has been offered Arthur Weasley's job as Minister of Magic. Mr. Weasley decided to retire in June. Harry Potter surprised the wizarding world when he returned with his wife Ginny Potter (formerly Weasley) and his three children, who are currently attending Hogwarts. Although Mr. Potter is hesitant about taking the job, if he chose to he would have immense support among witches and wizards. The Minister asked Mr. Potter to make a choice by October first.
Allison put the Newspaper down, speechless with shock. Chelsea took the paper from her and read it. Allison looked up at Tonks. She needed to talk to her father. "Er...may I--?"
"Go ahead. You should go to Professor Dumbledore. I'm sure that he will help you in any way that her can." Tonks told her. Allison gathered up her books and walked out of the room. As soon as she reached the corridor she ran all the way to the Headmasters office.
She stood in front of the stone gargoyle and said, "Er... I need to see Professor Dumbledore please." When nothing happened she realized that it must be password-protected. "Er... lemon drop?" She said, remembering the stories her father had told her. "Ok, what about cockroach cluster? Fawkes? Professor Dumbledore is the king? Thick socks? My green trousers?" The gargoyle leapt to life, revealing a spiral staircase. Allison walked up it an knocked on the door at the top. It swung open.
Dumbledore stood there, beaming. "I see you figured out the password. You are a celver girl, just like your father. I suppose that he is why you are here?" She nodded. "Well, come in." He shut the door behind her. "If you wish, you may send him an owl, but I recommend talking face to face." He walked over to the fireplace and picked up a jar of Floo Powder. "Take a pinch. All you do in kneel on the floor and stick your head in."
Allison did as he said. She dropped the powder into the fireplace and stated, "Harry Potter's residence." Her head spun around and around until it abruptly stopped. Their Living Room was empty. "Dad!" She called. After a moment Harry walked into the room.
"I thought I heard your voice. Well, I cant say that I didn't excpect this." Harry sat down on the rug, in front of her.
"Dad, the Daily Prophet said that you can be Minister of Magic!" Allison got to the point.
Harry sighed. "I know. And your mum is making me consider it. How do you feel about it?"
"I think its brilliant! But why didn't you tell me?" She asked.
"I wasn't going to even think about taking it, so I thought that I didn't need to tell anyone."
"So?" Allison prodded.
"So what?" Harry feigned innocence.
"Dad! So, are you going to take it?"
"Yes. I gave it some deep thought. I certainly wouldn't be bored then." Harry told her.
Allison gave a squeal. "My dad is the Minister of Magic! Brilliant! Are you going to announce it tomorrow?"
"Arthur already did. Allison, I didn't realize it, but you should be in class. I will write you tomorrow. Say hello to your brother and sister for me." Harry said.
"Oh, fine. Goodbye." She pulled her head out of the fireplace and looked up at her 'Uncle'.
"I suppose everything is sorted out then. It is too late to return to Defense Against the Dark Arts, so you should walk down to the Great hall and get a head start on lunch." Dumbledore told her.
"Thank you Professor." Allison skipped down the corridor, feeling lighthearted. Just as she went through the doorway to the Great Hall she ran into someone for the second time that morning.
"Well, well, it seems that you can keep your hands off me. Am I that irresistible?" Jonas Wood stood in front of her with a cocky grin on his face.
Allison glared at him. "You seem to be throwing yourself in my way, wherever I go. Am I that enticing?"
"A funny girl, aren't you?" He said, laughing. "Aren't you out of class a little early?"
"Do you even go to lessons?" She retorted, sitting at the empty Gryffindor table. Jonas sat down across from her.
"You know what? I like you. You are very witty." Jonas said.
"Now my life is complete." She told him sarcastically, trying not to notice the way his muscles showed through his tight black shirt. Instead she helped herself to a plate of sandwiches already set out. It was very hard to ignore him, especially when she could feel his body heat.
Jonas was about to say something when he was interrupted by the student flowing into the Great Hall for lunch. As Chelsea, Frank, and Wetalu made their way over to Allison he flashed her a smile and whispered, "Nice running into you. We should do it again. Mind you, go slower next time." He got up and walked off.