In response to a few stories I've been reading on Fanfic, HG/DM will NEVER HAPPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, RW/HG won't happen, even though I wish it would :(. They're just too good friends for a relationship. I may put HG/RW in later, just because this is my story, but I don't know yet. Oh, and for anyone who was wondering, Lina did go to see Lena, but I didn't put it in.
Chapter Fourteen
"What's Greypox?" asked Hermione, eager to learn something new. Lina had just finished talking to Robin on her Com, and was answering the many questions her three best friends had for her.
"It's a Faerie sickness. You get ashy gray at the time of death. Then you shrivel up and your stone disappears. That's the weird thing. When a Faerie dies, his/her stone is supposed to go to the Great Heatal Franten, to help the country in times of need." Lina magicked a bar in thin air and hung by her knees from it. "Some people think it's a Shadoe disease."
"A shadow disease?" Ron asked. Lina chuckled. "No. A Shadoe disease. Shadoes are Dark beings who used to be Faerie but went bad. Sad really. They spend all their time attacking us. Their goal is to rule the Faerie worlds. They think Earth isn't worth their time," she added, seeing Harry's look of worry.
"I think Greypox is just an illness. Even if Carmen doesn't," Lina muttered darkly. "Who's that? Another relative? You have a sister too?!" exclaimed Ron. "How much family do you have?"
"I have a twin sister, Larissa, but Carmen is, my cousin," said Lina, leaving the bar and making it disappear, "but she's um, what's the word?" said Lina. "She's- we- we don't get along very well. She's my exact opposite. She's ladylike and nice- nice. She loves to sew and paint and ladylike things. She knows how to gossip and everything she's supposed to. I mean, what are you going to do with someone like that? I do love her, after all, she is my cousin, but sometimes I just can't stand her! But anyway, she's staying in Chesterfield, learning how to be a lady."
"Why don't you like her? I mean, you can still get along with someone different from you," asked Harry. "See, she's a bit wishy- washy. She can't decide whether or not to be ladylike. One minute she's a tom- boy and the next minute she's a perfect lady. That's caused some trouble, especially for me. She looks enough like me to be my twin, if you see us separately. If we're together you can see little differences that don't stick out much unless we're together. She once got me into ballet lessons, accidentally. I wanted to kill her!"
The next day was Harry's first Quidditch match. He was extremely nervous. "Come on, Harry! Eat something, please," begged Hermione at breakfast.
"Yeah, Harry, 'ave 'oast! I's great!" Ron urged, his mouth full of toast and jam. "Harry, you've got to eat something or you'll be to weak to fly!" Oliver had come to sit with them, and he was looking stern. "He's right Harry. You want to do well, don't you?" Lina asked. Harry nodded. "Well then, eat!" she barked. He managed to down some toast and jam, and a few beans before Oliver said, "Well, let's go," and led Harry off toward the field.
As Lina, Ron, and Hermione headed toward the field, Neville came jumping up to them. "Draco Malfoy put the Leg Locker Curse on me," he panted. He fell over, and Lina noticed that his legs appeared to be stuck together. "Said he needed someone to practice on. I've been jumping around half the morning, trying to find someone to take it off," he said, as he rubbed his backside. "Neville, you've got to stand up to people!" Lina said exasperatedly.
The school had never been more excited, especially the Slytherins, who kept yelling at the Gryffindors, "We'll send you some tissues for after the game!"
When everyone had taken their seats, Madame Hooch called the players out onto the field. "Now I want a nice, clean game, all of you," she said, glaring very hard at the captain of the Slytherin team, Marcus Flint.
Hagrid came to sit with them, his black, beetle eyes shining. He patted a great pair of binoculars around his neck and said, "I bin watchin' from me hut. It's not the same as bein' in the stands, though."
Madame Hooch threw the Quaffle up in the air, which was seized immediately by a Gryffindor chaser, Angelina Johnson.
She flew toward the Slytherin goals, and shot the Quaffle threw a hoop. "Ten points for Gryffindor!" yelled Lee Jordan, Fred and George's best friend. All of a sudden, Harry dove downwards on his broom, after the Golden Snitch. He pulled out of the dive, and was soaring above the field, when his broom began jerking and twitching. "What does he think he's playing at?" Hagrid demanded. "He can't control his broom!" Lina yelled. Hermione borrowed Hagrid's binoculars and gazed not at Harry, but at the stands. "Snape's hexing the broom!" she whispered to Ron and Lina. "What do we do?" Ron hissed back. "Leave it to me," she muttered. Crabbe and Goyle came over, and Neville threw himself at them. Ron and Lina continued to watch, helpless, as Harry's broom continued to buck, until he was hanging onto the handle with only one hand, the broom still jerking and twitching.
Just then, the broom stopped moving, and Harry managed to swing himself back onto the broom. Everyone cheered, and Harry went after the Golden Snitch once more. Hermione then returned to watch the rest of the game. The Slytherin seeker followed, and soon they were neck and neck, pushing and shoving to get at the Snitch. They dove, but when the Snitch came dangerously close to the wall of the arena, the Slytherin seeker pulled out of the dive, thinking Harry would be smashed against the wall. But instead of crashing, Harry pulled out of the dive just in time and kept following the Snitch. He stood upon the handle of his broom, putting both hands out for the Snitch, when he went too far, and fell onto the ground. He got up, unharmed, but he clasped his hand to his mouth.
"I think he's gonna be sick!" said Hagrid worriedly. At that moment, Harry spat something into his hand. He looked at it, then—"HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE GOLDEN SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS!" yelled Lee. The Gryffindors were in an uproar. Hagrid swept Hermione, Ron, and Lina into a bear hug and nearly choked them. Neville jumped up and down, crying with joy. "Neville, what happened to your eye?" Lina asked as they made their way to the grounds to wait for Harry. "I stood up to Crabbe and Goyle, like you said. I have to go to Madame Pomfrey, but it was worth it." He grinned, then winced with the pain from his new black eye. He ran off to the castle, and Hagrid went off to his hut, while L., H., R., and Hm. went off to the castle, walking slowly, going over the match. "It was amazing!"
"The way you kept going like that!" "And when you caught the Snitch, I thought Malfoy was going to die!"
"Ahem," said Hm. after ten minutes had elapsed this way. "I believe we still have a problem. We have to find out who Nicholas Flamel was. And we still have to figure out what Fluffy's guarding."
A/N: this is soooooooooooooo long, I was working on it for like 4 days.