Just Who Exactly is Serena Rysendri?
Part One: The first five years
Chapter Two: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Well, except for the stuff that is mine. Some scenes from H.P. & Philosopher's Stone. which aren't mine. I own Serena! Yay! Everything you don't recognise probably belongs to me. Everything is J. K. Rowling's except what is mine (or someone else's), SO THERE! No lawyers eating me for breakfast:pokes tongue out at the surrounding crowd of lawyers waiting for the story to have no disclaimer:
Summary: Part one; introduces Serena Rysendri and Harry Potter, back in first year. This only includes summer and the train ride to Hogwarts, and a part at the end about what she does in the next five years because I can't be bothered to write all five years. There probably won't be any slash, and not any with Harry and someone, as I already spent ages making up an OC to get him together with.
PART TWO IS UP NOW!
A computer once beat me at chess. But it was no match for me at kick boxing.
"Serena, are you ready to go?" Caterina called up the stairs to her daughter. "If you leave Ivory here, I'll send her to you with anything you've forgotten, but we need to leave now, or you'll miss the train!"
Why didn't I finish packing last night? Serena asked herself, desperately.
"Argh!" she yelled, and gave up looking for her copy of 'Magical Drafts and Potions', which she had been particularly interested in, and had somehow gotten it memorised, but managed to loose the real book.
She ran down the stairs and almost crashed into her mother, who had been coming up to help her. They ran down the stairs, well, Serena ran and Caterina glided, and raced out the door to the waiting limousine. Serena got in the car, and saw that a special section had been added for Ebony, who was happily asleep on a large down cushion.
"Kings Cross Station, please James," her mother called out to the driver, who tipped his hat in response, and started the limo.
Serena ate her breakfast of butter on toast and orange juice on the way and, other than a small mishap when the car went over a speed bump, which resulted in an orange juiced cat, it was a rather unexciting trip. They loaded Serena's luggage onto a trolley, and walked over to platform nine.
"Molly! So nice to see you here. I was worried that we were going to be late, with miss sleep-in-until-nine-thirty, here," said her mother, walking over to Mrs Weasley.
Ginny rolled her eyes, then tugged on her mother's sleeve.
"Mum, it's nearly ten, the train will be leaving soon!"
Mrs Weasley looked at the clock. "Oh, dear! Well, lets be off then."
Serena went through the barrier between platforms nine and ten, and came out onto platform nine and three quarters. She was shortly followed by Ginny, her mother and Mrs Weasley.
"Oh, Hi Ron!" Serena called when she saw him.
"Hi Serena. I'd forgotten you were coming to Hogwarts," he replied absently.
She pouted at him. He'd forgotten that she was the same age as him. "It's because I'm short, isn't it?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.
Ron didn't notice the warning signs. "Maybe, I don't know," he said.
"Boys!" she muttered as she stalked back to her mother.
"Fred? George? Where are you?" Mrs Weasley called out.
"Coming, mum," replied Fred, hopping off the train.
Serena didn't understand how people could mix Fred and George up, they looked different to her and she always knew which was which, no matter how hard they tried to confuse her. It was one of their favourite hobbies. Molly had just noticed a spot of dirt on Ron's face, and had pulled out a handkerchief and begun to clean it off.
"Mum – geroff." He said and finally wriggled free. Ha! Serves him right for calling me short, she thought, even though he had never actually come out and said it.
"Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nosie?" Said George in a baby voice.
"Oh, shut up."
"Where is Percy?" Caterina asked Molly.
"He's coming now," she replied, pointing over to a red head, sticking out over the crowd of first-years.
Percy strode up to them, wearing his Hogwarts robes and sticking his chest out so that people would notice his shiny silver prefects badge.
"I can't stay long, mother," Percy told Mrs Weasley. "I'm up front, the prefects have got two compartments to themselves–"
"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?" Fred asked, with an air of surprise. "You should have said something, we had no idea!"
"Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it," said George, screwing his eyebrows together as though thinking hard, "Once–"
"Or twice–"
"A minute–"
"All summer–" Serena snorted with laughter, and saw her mother cover her mouth with her hand. (A/N Sorry this is one of my fav parts in philosopher's stone, I had to put it in)
"Oh, shut up," said Percy, getting frustrated at the twins.
"All right, dear. Well, have a good term – send me an owl when you get there," Molly said to Percy, kissing him on the cheek, and when he left she turned on the twins. "Now you two – this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you've – you've blown up a toilet or –"
"Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet," said Fred, looking slyly at his twin.
"Great idea though, thanks mum!"
"It's not funny. And look after Ron."
"Don't worry, Mrs Weasley. I'll take care of ickle Ronniekins," Serena said, even though she couldn't really call him little, seeing as he was about a foot taller than her.
"Thank you, Serena," Molly sighed in relief, and hugged her. (I just love the Weasley twins)
Harry watched the red headed family from his compartment and he recognised the beautiful gold-haired girl from Ollivander's wand shop.
"Hey, mum, guess who we just met on the train?" said one of the twins.
"You know that black-haired boy who was near us at the station? Know who he is?"
"Who?" asked the golden-haired girl.
"Harry Potter!"
"Oh, mum, can I go on the train and see him, mum, oh please…" pleaded the young red-head girl.
"You've already seen him, Ginny, and the poor boy isn't something you goggle at in a zoo."
"Is he really, George–"
"Fred," said the golden-haired girl, absently.
"–oh, Fred how do you know?" asked the youngest boy.
"Asked him. Saw his scar. It's really there – like lightning."
"Do you think he remembers what you-know-who looks like?"
"I forbid you to ask him, Fred–"
"George," the girl corrected.
"Oh, right, George. Don't you dare. The boy doesn't need reminding of that on his first day at school."
"Alright, keep your hair on!" one of the twins said as the whistle sounded.
"Molly, we had better hurry up and get them on the train," said the tall silver-haired woman standing next to the red-heads.
"Oh, all right Caterina. Right, you lot, onto the train." She said, and the boys and girl clambered onboard.
The girl leant out the window and received a kiss on the cheek from the silver-haired woman.
"Bye mum."
The young red haired girl began to cry.
"Don't, Ginny, we'll send you loads of owls!" said a twin.
"And a Hogwarts toilet seat!" and the two girls began to laugh.
"FRED–"
"George."
"Both of you!"
"Only joking mum!" they said, and the train began to move.
(A.N. this part is basically the same, so you could skip it until the stars and not miss anything important)
The four kids waved to their parents and the girl, who, half laughing and half crying, ran to keep up with the train until it became too fast for her, and she fell back and waved to them, sadly.
Harry watched the girl and two mothers disappear as the train rounded a corner. The door to the compartment slid open and the youngest red-headed boy slid into the compartment.
"Er, is anyone sitting there?" he asked, pointing to the seat opposite Harry. "It's just, everywhere else is full."
Harry shook his head and gestured for the boy to sit down, which he did. He glanced at Harry, then quickly looked out the window and pretended that he hadn't. He still had the black mark on his nose.
"Hey, Ron."
The compartment door slid open again, and the twins came in. "Listen, we're going down the train – Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there."
"Right," Ron mumbled, and shivered.
"Harry," one of the twins said solemnly, "let us introduce ourselves. Fred and George Weasley. And this is our little brother, Ron. See you later, then!"
"Bye," Harry and Ron said. The two young wizards slid the compartment door shut.
"Are you really Harry Potter?" Ron blurted out when they left.
Harry nodded.
"Really? I thought it might have been one of Fred and Georges jokes," he said. "Have you really got the…you know…" he pointed at Harry's forehead.
Harry lifted up his fringe to show Ron the lightning scar. He stared at his head.
"Wow. So that's where You-Know-Who–"
"Yes, but I don't remember anything except for a green light."
"Nothing?" Ron asked eagerly.
"Nope, nothing."
"Wicked." He said, and stared for a minute, before realising that he was staring and returned to looking out the window.
The compartment door slid open again.
(A/N now not the same, don't skip)
The train went around a bend, and Serena couldn't see her mother or Ginny anymore, so she turned around with a sigh and picked up her trunk and cat carrier.
"See you later," she said to the three boys, and walked down the hallway.
She checked in several compartments before finding one with an empty seat. She opened the door, and was about to ask if she could sit down, when she saw who was sitting in the opposite chair.
"Oh, it's you." Serena said bluntly to the pale-faced, blonde-haired boy.
"That's not very nice. I'm so very hurt," Draco said sarcastically. "If your father–"
"My father is dead. Buried six feet under. And I am very happy about that, as he can't have been a very good father to leave me and my mother, and he just had to make an arrangement with your father!" she said, and slammed the compartment door shut as she stalked off.
She would have loved to see his face, confused and angry at not having the last word. Arrogant, stuck up scum, slimy, horrid, little GIT! She thought, as she paced down the walkway. She saw Ron sitting in a compartment with an empty seat next to him, and she slid open the door to find herself looking at Harry Potter. Rysendri's are never surprised…and she kept the surprise of her face.
"Harry," she greeted him with a nod, and he looked surprised that she knew him and that she didn't look surprised.
She wrenched her eyes from the emerald green one's of Harry's, and turned to Ron.
"Do you mind if I sit in here? The only other free space is in the same compartment as Malfoy, little git," she said, and without waiting for an answer, she sat down and continued brooding.
Serena finally decided that she had brooded enough, after Harry and Ron had a conversation about wizarding families, and (of course) money.
"…until Hagrid told me, I didn't know anything about magic, or my parents, or Voldemort–" Ron gasped, and Serena raised an eyebrow at Harry.
"What?" he asked, looking confused.
"Ron is shocked and horrified that you said Voldemort." Ron then looked even more shocked and horrified, and stared at her.
"You said You-Know-Who's name!" Serena grinned evilly at him, and Harry looked confused.
"I'm not trying to sound important or anything, I just didn't know you shouldn't say his name," said Harry, looking remorseful. "You see? I've got loads to learn…I bet I'll be the worst in the class."
"Don't worry Harry," Serena said, "you wont be."
"Yeah, There's loads of people who come from muggle families who learn quick enough."
"You see? Nothing to worry about!" she said, and smiled at him, and noted it's devastating effect. Ha, I'll get you yet, Harry Potter!
"Thanks. Er, by the way, what's your name?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Serena Rysendri," and she held out her hand for him to shake, which he took without hesitation.
"Hey, you should tell him your title, Serena," said Ron with a smirk. She looked horrified. "If you don't, I will."
"You are a cruel person, Ronald Weasley. What have I ever done to you?" he opened his mouth to tell her. "No, don't answer that! It's a rhetorical question. Idiot," she mumbled.
"MEW!" cried Ebony, from inside the cat carrier.
"Oh, poor baby! I didn't let you out. Here you go," she said and she let her kitten out.
"Don't you dare! What about poor Scabbers?" cried Ron.
"Oh, do not worry, ickle Ronniekins, she does not like rodents!" she told him, and continued to let Ebony out of the carrier.
"Er, who's Scabbers?" inquired Harry.
"Oh, he's just my useless rat."
Ebony climbed out of the cage and jumped onto Serena's shoulder. Ron moved his hands up to his breast pocket, and encased the lump there with them.
"Oh, good grief, Ron," Serena said, and pulled a small golden mouse out of her own pocket, then put it on her cat's head. Ebony just purred, and Pyrite the mouse fell asleep on her head.
"See? And besides, Scabbers is too big for her to eat."
Ron pulled away his hands, and brought Scabbers out, placing him on the seat beside him, where the rat promptly went back to sleep.
At twenty past twelve there was a great clattering outside in the corridor, and the compartment door opened up to reveal a smiling, dimpled woman with a trolley of assorted lollies.
"Anything off the trolley, dears?" she asked.
Harry leapt to his feet and examined the cart, but Ron muttered about evil mothers and sandwiches.
"Never had any of these before, have you Harry?" Serena asked him.
"Nope, never had any money for anything before…"
"Well, let me buy you some. We'll have some of everything, please."
"Oh, no. I'll pay for half," Harry said, looking horrified that she would spend all that money for him.
"It's alright, really." She countered.
"I have plenty of money," he said, and pulled out several galleons, sickles and knuts.
"Oh, fine then," she said, giving up, and paid for half of the food.
They went back into the compartment and tipped the several thousand (ok, that might be a slight exaggeration) lollies onto the empty seat.
"Little bit hungry then?" asked Ron sarcastically.
"Absolutely starved!" Harry replied, and took a bit out of a pumpkin pasty.
Ron took out a lumpy package, which he unwrapped and revealed four small sandwiches. He continued to pull apart all four to check their contents.
"Argh! She forgot that I don't like corned beef"
"I'll trade you for one of these," said Harry, holding out a pumpkin pasty.
"You don't want these, they're all dry. She hasn't got much time, what with there being four of us at home."
"Oh, come on Ron," cajoled Serena, and she held out a chocolate frog, knowing that they were his favourite. "I'll trade you for one of these… Oh, well. If you don't want it, I might just throw it away. After all, I only eat them for the cards, and I already have the largest collection in Britain, so…" she walked over to the window, "wouldn't it be a shame if there was an Agrippa card in here?"
"ARGH!" Ron yelled, and grabbed the frog before she let go.
Harry smiled at her, knowing that she had just tricked him into taking the chocolate frog. He took a chocolate frog from the pile and opened it up.
"Oh, cool! They have cards. So this is Dumbledore?" Said Harry when he looked at the card, and saw a man wearing half-moon glasses, had a long crooked nose and flowing silver hair, beard and moustache.
"Oh, can I have a look? I haven't got any Dumbledore's yet. He won't trade for an Agrippa. Says that he'd prefer to find it the hard way."
"Sure, here."
Serena turned the card over to read the back, Serena turned the card over, read it, then handed it back to Harry, who read the back and then looked at the front again.
"He's gone!" he yelped.
"Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day," said Ron.
"He'll come back eventually."
"You know, in the muggle world, people just stay put." Harry told Ron.
"Really? They don't move at all? Weird!"
When the houses in the background changed to woods, and dark green hills, a round-faced boy quietly knocked and came into the compartment looking tearful.
"Hello Neville, what's happened?" Serena asked him. Neville's grandmother was one of her mother's regular house guests.
"Oh, hello Serena. Have you seen a toad at all?"
The three of them shook their heads, and Neville wailed, "I've lost him! He keeps getting away from me!"
"Er, He'll turn up," Harry told him, trying to cheer the boy up.
"Yes, well, if you see him…" he mumbled as he left the compartment.
"Don't know why he's so bothered. If I had brought a toad I would have lost it as quick as I could. Mind you, I brought Scabbers so I can't talk…" he said, and looked at his rat, which was snoozing peacefully on his lap. "He might have died and you wouldn't be able to tell the difference! And I tried to turn him yellow yesterday to make him more interesting, but the spell didn't work. I'll show you, look…"
Ron rummaged around in his trunk for a minute, before finally pulling out a battered old wand. It was chipped in some places and there was a white spot, glittering at the end.
"Unicorn's hair's starting to poke out. Anyway–" he had just raised his wand, when the compartment door slid open again.
"Another friend of your's Serena?" he asked, but she shook her head. It was a girl with a ton of bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth.
"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one," she said.
"We already told him we hadn't–" started Serena.
"Ooh, are you doing magic? Let's see it, then," the girl said and sat down.
"Er, ok…" he said, looking taken aback.
He cleared his throat and started;
"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,
Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow." He said, and waved his wand.
Nothing happened.
"Are you sure that was a real spell?" the girl asked, "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice, and they've all worked for me. No-one in my family's magic, so it was a very big surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft and wizardry there is, I've heard – I've learnt all our set books of by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough – by the way, I'm Hermione Granger. And I know who you are, you're Harry Potter. I know all about you, of course – I got a few extra books for background reading, and you're in 'Modern Magical History' and 'The Rise And Fall Of The Dark Arts' and 'Great Wizarding Events Of The Twentieth Century'."
Hermione Granger said all this very fast.
The three of them looked at each other, and were relieved to see equal amounts of confusion, as their brains tried to process so much information at the same rate a she was talking. Harry finally caught up.
"Oh, am I?"
"Harry, this is scary," said Ron, "She knows more about you than you do."
"And who are you two?" she asked them.
"Ron Weasley."
"Serena Rysendri."
"Oh, I know you, you're the 'Billionaire Heiress Of One Of The Oldest Pureblood Families In The World', I read about you in 'The Witches Book Of Records, The Twentieth Century' and 'Get Rich Easy, Inherit!'. Do any of you know what house you'll be in? I've been asking around and I hope that I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best, Dumbledore himself was in it, you know, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad… Well, I guess I'd better go and look for Neville's toad. Oh, and you'd better change, I expect we'll be arriving soon." She finished, and left the compartment, leaving the three dazed eleven year olds to stare at the door.
"What kind of a title is 'Billionaire Heiress Of One Of The Oldest Pureblood Families In The World'?" Harry asked.
"An over embellished one," replied Serena, wrinkling her nose in distaste, "With some rather unwanted consequences."
"Such as?" Harry prompted her, but before she could answer, the door slid open, for the millionth time in one trip, to reveal three boys in the doorway. It was the boy from Madam Malkin's Robe Shop.
"Him," Serena said to Harry, then turned to the boy. "What do you want, Draco?"
The pale boy looked surprised to see her, but he quickly hid it, and nodded at her in recognition. "I didn't think I'd be seeing you here Serena. I actually came here because people are saying that Harry Potter is in this compartment. I assume it's you then," he said, looking at Harry.
"Yes," he said absently. He was looking at the two overgrown boys standing beside him like bodyguards, as they were both thickset and looked extremely mean.
"Oh, This is Crabbe and Goyle. And my name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Ron went into an extended fit of coughing, which was probably to cover the fact that he was laughing.
"Think my name's funny, do you?" But Harry had realised that he had been laughing at Serena, who had been mouthing Malfoy's words precisely. "And I know that you're a Weasley, I've seen you at Caterina Rysendri's dinners. Thankfully from a distance. Don't know why she bothers with a pathetic bunch like you."
"My mother invites them, not only because they are good friends, but also to balance out the amount of good and evil in the house when she invites you!" Serena said. It seemed as though she had tuned her voice to be a fine weapon.
Malfoy frowned slightly, but didn't give any other identification that he had heard her.
"You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." He said, and held out his hand to Harry.
Harry thought that the main reason he didn't take Malfoy's hand, was because he called him by his last name, whereas everyone else had called him Harry, and seemed friendly. Plus the fact that he had just made fun of his second ever friend.
"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks." And Malfoy retreated the hand.
"Very well, Potter, but I'd be careful if I were you. Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them either. Keep hanging around with riff-raff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid and it'll rub off on you."
Harry and Ron jumped up.
"You say that again…"
"Oh, going to fight us, are you?" Draco said and smirked at the two boys.
Ah, the traditional Malfoy smirk. He was avoiding Serena, she could tell. She stood up and walked over between Draco and the other two boys.
"You're going to have to go through me, first," she told him calmly, and his smirk disappeared. She didn't mind if he did, as it would give her mother a reason to call of the arrangement. Of course, Draco's father would most likely kill him if he jeopardised that (which was just a fringe benefit), so he wouldn't. "What are you waiting for, if you're too scared to hit a girl, order your two gorillas to do the dirty work for you."
"You know perfectly well why I can't. Plus it's a rule in the Malfoy Code of Honour. And it's also counted if I order someone else to do it," he said, looking as though he had just swallowed a lemon. "Goyle, don't touch that."
The bodyguard had been about to grab a pumpkin pasty, but before he could retreat his hand, Scabbers leapt out and bit him, and he let out a horrible yell. Goyle swung Scabbers round and round, howling, and when Scabbers finally flew off and hit the window, the three boys disappeared. A second later, Hermione Granger walked in the door.
"What has been going on?" she asked, bossily, looking at the scattered sweets all over the floor and Ron picking up Scabbers by the tail.
"I think he's been knocked out," Ron said, ignoring Hermione. He looked more closely at Scabbers, and then exclaimed, "No – I don't believe it – he's gone back to sleep!"
"You seem to know Malfoy well," said Harry.
"Unfortunately, yes. We grew up together, though I spent most of the time imagining his slow and painful death," she replied, with the same look of distaste as she had worn before. "He seems to have met you too, Harry."
Harry explained about meeting him at Madam Malkin's in Diagon Alley.
"I've heard of his family, never actually met them but I've seen them at the opposite end of Serena's house," Ron said darkly. "They were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they were bewitched. My dad doesn't believe it, though, he says Malfoy's father didn't need an excuse to go over to the Dark Side."
Serena suddenly remembered that Hermione was standing in the doorway.
"Can we help you?" she asked the brown haired girl.
"You'd better hurry up and get changed, I've just been up to the front to ask the driver how long we're going to be and he says that we're nearly there. You haven't been fighting, have you? You'll be in trouble before we even get there!"
"It was Scabbers who was fighting, not us," Ron told her, scowling. "Would you mind leaving while we change?"
"Hey! I'm a girl too, you know!" protested Serena. "It doesn't matter, anyway, it's not like you're going to strip."
"Fine, I'll leave. But I only came in here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors," Hermione told them in a sniffy voice. "Oh, and you've got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?" Serena tried to cover her giggles with a fit of coughing when Ron glared at her, and Hermione left the compartment huffily.
It was starting to get dark outside, and the lights in their compartment came on, just as they were putting on their long, black robes. Ron's were a bit too short for him, and his sneakers were visible from underneath. Serena's mother had insisted on getting a set of custom-made designer robes (after all, what use was a billion galleons if you didn't use it?), and so her robes fit her perfectly, showing off her form, and it had several secret compartments. She quietly slid her wand into the one in her right sleeve, for quick access.
A voice echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."
Serena suddenly felt nervous, and she looked at the two boys and saw that they had both paled slightly. They crammed the last of the sweets into their pockets before joining the crowd in the corridor.
The train slowed down, and finally stopped. People pushed their way towards the door and out onto a tiny, dark platform.
They were finally at Hogwarts.
Author's Notes
I am only putting up this much of first year, as I'm sure you'll get the general drift of things. If there's anything important then I'll be writing it in as a flashback or something later in the story.
This is a bit of what happens in the other years:
1st year: Serena was sorted into Gryffindor (of course), everything went by basically the same, everything that didn't and is important will probably be about later on in the fic. Add a few witty and funny comments now and then by Serena, a few letters from her mother, and more presents, and you've got it. At the end of the year when her mother hears about old Voldie trying to return, she suddenly gets the urge to go on a world tour with Serena, so Serena and Caterina leave at the end of the summer holidays with Serena doing home schooling from her mother, who has a special permit for this from the ministry.
2nd year: Serena was kept up to date on the happenings by Harry, Ron, and Hermione by owl post, and they of her life, which mainly consisted of where she currently was and what they were doing. Hermione took it as her personal duty to describe every spell and potion that they were currently learning to the poor girl, so that she wouldn't fall behind, and even set her homework to do.
3rd year: Again, everything was kept up to date, and Serena particularly liked the hippogriffs and wished she had been there (though that was mainly just because she wanted to see Draco get his comeuppance for being rude), but was glad she didn't have to meet the dementors. She wanted to meet professor Lupin when Harry told her that he knew his parents to see if he knew her mother or father when they were in school. She was even told that Sirius was innocent in a subtle letter from Hermione.
4th year: Basically the same as the previous years, but she did manage to convince her mother to let her see the tasks when she found out Harry was chosen (so she could keep an eye on him), and they met a couple of times then, with Ron managing to get a lecture from Serena as well as Hermione about being jealous.
5th year: Serena was probably the only person Harry didn't yell at (it's hard to yell at someone in a letter unless it's a howler), and got to meet Remus when he came and talked to her mother. She was extremely jealous that she couldn't be a part of the DA, and got a list of all the spells they were practicing so that she could keep up. In one letter, Serena went into a long tirade about nasty, evil, slimy, DADA teachers who wear annoying pink, frilly bows. Harry had then been in a very good mood for a grand total of two hours, then he had a lesson with said nasty, evil, slimy, bow wearing teacher.
Many thanks to my first reviewer, Phoenix Maiden, and also thanks Alexandra for bothering to write a review for me, it makes me feel special…
PLEASE REVIEW, I need to know if I'm doing anything wrong… but please don't be too harsh, this is my first official story.
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