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Erika - TheLegacy of Lily and James
It was three weeks before school started again. I came out of my bedroom one Sunday, surprisingly huper considering the fact that it was morning. Maybe that was because I knew the plans for the day.
"Quidditch today!" I said to Harry and Ron, who were already sitting in the kitchen.
Ron yawned, and mummled something.
We were going over to the Weasley's for lunch. Which meant a guaranteed day of Quidditch.
"We have to wait for the others to get here before we leave," Harry reminded me.
I took an apple from the counter and sat down.
"Who's going to be there, anyway?" I asked, then bit into my apple.
"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, obviously. I think Fred and George might be there, Ginny, her boyfriend, and us," Harry said.
I looked over at Ron, who was busy playing with his sleeve.
"Nervous?" I asked.
Ron looked up.
"Don't worry," I said, "Your mum'll love her. She'll probably start talking about you as a baby."
Ron didn't laugh.
He was bringing his girlfriend to meet his parents for the first time.
"And that's the worst-case scenario," I added.
Ron still looked ready to vomit.
There was the fimiliar popping sound, and then Hermione apparated into our living room.
"Hermione," Harry said, surprised, "You're early. We aren't leaving for another hour."
Hermione nodded, "I know. But I have to show you three this. I found it this morning."
It was the Daily Prophet, the one that hadn't been delivered yet.
"Voldemort Strikes Again," read the headline.
I felt sick.
"On the evening of August 2nd, Voldemort and his Death Eagers attacked Diagon Alley, hed at bay by a few brave and yet-to-be-identified witches and wizards. Though Voldemort himself was not seen, a woman the Ministry identified as Ruth, his grand-daughter, was. But it seemed she had little interest in the fighting.
"Instead, it was reported that Ruth concerned hrself with two young witches, her younger sister, Megan (currently attending Hogwarts and under the protection and care of Albus Dumbledore and one of his professors, who is unidentified), and Erika Potter, the sisterof Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
"Amazingly, both escaped alive and the Death Eaters were forced into retreat. More information to follow."
"'More information to follow?' I highly doubt that! How do they know all this?" I asked, jabbing at the paper, "No one was supposed to know about Meg and me!"
Harry nodded, and said, "It has to be someone in the Oder. NO one else knew. But who would tell the press?"
"Maybe it was mistake," Ron reasoned.
But no one agreed with him.
"I have to tell Meg," I whispered.
Harry nodded, "Okay. I'll take you over there. Hermione, go find Dumbledore and tell him. Ron, you can wait here for the others, tell them what happened, and then go to your parents' house. We'll be there as soon as we can."
We all nodded.
I went into my room and threw on some robes. Even though I only took a minute, Hermione and Ron were both gone by the time I came out.
Anya was in the kitchen when we arrived. I went first, scrammbling out of the fireplace.
"Meg! Anya!" I shouted.
Anya had already appeared in the doorway.
"Erika?" she asked, "What are you doing here?"
"We need to talk," I said, and handed her the Daily Prophet.
Harry appeared behind me. A second later Meg came clambering down the stairs.
"Hi," she said.
"Read this," I told her.
She read it over Anya's shoulder while Harry and I waited, silently.
"How do they know all this?" Anya asked.
We shrugged.
"We think it was someone in the Order," I said.
Meg nodded, "That'd make sense. They were the only ones who know, at least, until now."
"I'll call a meeting tonight. We can discuss it there," Anya decided.
That matter settled, Harry and I continued to the Weasleys', where everyone was waiting.
"Is everything okay?" Mrs. Weasley asked when we walked into the yard.
We nodded.
All attention turned to Ron's new girlfriend, Lizzie. True to my prediction, Mrs. Weasley was absolutely thrilled with her.
"I'm so happy Ron's finally find a nice girl," Mrs. Weasley said.
"Mum . . ." Ron hissed, turning red.
"Now, Lizzie, what did you say you do again?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
Lizzie answered, "I work in Muggle Relations, since my dad's a muggle, and I know a lot about them."
That caught Mr. Weasley's attention. He immediately turned to her.
"Muggle? How interesting. Now, Lizzie, tell me, how does electricity work?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Dad!" Ron hissed.
We all laughed.
Soon enough, Mrs. Weasley went inside to finish the meal, so we could begin our Quidditch.
There were ten of us left to play, though not everone was willing (Hermione). But, eventually, we were all in the air.
"Two teams of five," Fred explained, "Two chasers, a keeper, one beater, and a seeker. How about Erika, Sarah, Ron, Ginny, and I on one team; and George, Harry, Lizzie, Hermione, and Chris on the other."
Chris's Ginny's boyfriend.
We all agreed on the teams, and George took out the balls. Harry and Ginny were the seekers, Ron and Chris the keeprs, while Sarah, Hermione, Lizzie, and I were chasers.
My team flew to our edge of the "field" and listened while Fred gave us a pre-game speech.
"We've got pretty good odds. I'm an expirienced Beater, Ron's a Keeper, Ginny's and awesome seeker, and Erika here is a great Chaser, taking after her brother in the Quidditch skills. So, I say we slaughter them!" Fred shouted.
We all laughed, and shouted before finally falling into formation.
Then the balls were let loose.
It was nothing like playing at Hogwarts, but it was just as much fun. Ginny and I did loops in the air whenever we scored. Sarah thought we were crazy in the beginning, but joined in after a while.
We were up by one when Mrs. Weasley came out.
"Lunch, you lot!" she shouted.
"Aw, Mum, now? We're winning!" Fred whined.
To which Mrs. Weasley just shouted, "Now!"
We abandoned our game, and flew to the ground. We argued for a few minutes, once seated, on who would've won if we hadn't stopped. Mrs. Weasley made us end that conversation just as George was about to suggest abandoning lunch to finish the game.
Mr. Weasley talked before a while about the goings-on in the Ministry.
"We need someone from our side to have Fudge's ear. Lucius Malfoy has it right now, and that is dangerous for us. The Order needs to keep a low profile," Mr. Weasley said.
"But Fudge won't trust anyone who's friends with Dumbledore. He's still afraid that Dumbledore's going to try and overthrow him," I pointed out.
Harry muttered, so I could barely hear him, "Not a bad idea."
"What?" I asked sharply, surprised.
"Nothing," my brother replied, shaking his head.
Ron, his mouth full, suddenly slammed his hand on the table. He swallowed a we all turned to look at him.
"Harry!" he said, "I forgot to tell you! I saw Draco Malfoy at the Ministry a few days ago, with his father. Seems Lucius Malfoy got his son a job in Fudge's personal staff."
Mr. Weasley nodded, "I heard that. Lucius placed Draco there to play spy for him, I'd bet, make sure Lucius' puppet doesn't do anything drastic. And, you know what else, Fudge agreed because he wants to train Draco. That's right, both Lucius and Fudge want Draco to be the next Minister of Magic!"
"You're joking, right?" I asked.
Mr. Weasley shook his head.
"If Draco Malfoy is the next Minister of Magic, we're done for. Us and all the Muggle-born! Not to mention to the Muggles!" I exclaimed.
"Fudge thinks we'll vote for Draco in the future because he'll have experience," Mr. Weasley explained.
I sighed, "We can't vote for him. No matter what."
Lunch ended. We helped clean the table, and everyone started to leave. Harry, Ron, Lizzie, and Sarah apparated to the apartment while I flooed.
When I fell into the hearth of our apartment, everyone else was already there. Ron and Lizzie were saying goodbye (Lizzie had things to do and couldn't stay). Once it was just the four of us we sat down around the TV (only Ro and I were actually watching it, Harry and Sarah were talking).
About five minutes later there was a series of popping sounds. We all turned to the sound, surprised.
A second later a woman appeared, wearing yellow robes. She had curly blond hair, and was looking around the room. Beside her was a younger woman, about Ginny's age. She had wavy brown hair, and was petite.
"Mum?" Sarah shouted, surprised.
Author's Note- Very short, I know. But I was in a rush to write this! And my hand hurts. Writer's cramp . . . is evil. I didn't have a lot of Quidditch, but, hey, there was some. My normal message: if anyone likes the books Violet Eyes and Silver Eyes by Nicole Luiken, read my fic, Crusade of the VioletEyed. I'm trying to get a section for it. Thanks! REVIEW!!!!
Disclaimer- I own nothing, obviously. It all belongs to the great Harry Potter People. I am NOT getting paid in any sort or form (unless you count amusement as payment).
Erika - TheLegacy of Lily and James
It was three weeks before school started again. I came out of my bedroom one Sunday, surprisingly huper considering the fact that it was morning. Maybe that was because I knew the plans for the day.
"Quidditch today!" I said to Harry and Ron, who were already sitting in the kitchen.
Ron yawned, and mummled something.
We were going over to the Weasley's for lunch. Which meant a guaranteed day of Quidditch.
"We have to wait for the others to get here before we leave," Harry reminded me.
I took an apple from the counter and sat down.
"Who's going to be there, anyway?" I asked, then bit into my apple.
"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, obviously. I think Fred and George might be there, Ginny, her boyfriend, and us," Harry said.
I looked over at Ron, who was busy playing with his sleeve.
"Nervous?" I asked.
Ron looked up.
"Don't worry," I said, "Your mum'll love her. She'll probably start talking about you as a baby."
Ron didn't laugh.
He was bringing his girlfriend to meet his parents for the first time.
"And that's the worst-case scenario," I added.
Ron still looked ready to vomit.
There was the fimiliar popping sound, and then Hermione apparated into our living room.
"Hermione," Harry said, surprised, "You're early. We aren't leaving for another hour."
Hermione nodded, "I know. But I have to show you three this. I found it this morning."
It was the Daily Prophet, the one that hadn't been delivered yet.
"Voldemort Strikes Again," read the headline.
I felt sick.
"On the evening of August 2nd, Voldemort and his Death Eagers attacked Diagon Alley, hed at bay by a few brave and yet-to-be-identified witches and wizards. Though Voldemort himself was not seen, a woman the Ministry identified as Ruth, his grand-daughter, was. But it seemed she had little interest in the fighting.
"Instead, it was reported that Ruth concerned hrself with two young witches, her younger sister, Megan (currently attending Hogwarts and under the protection and care of Albus Dumbledore and one of his professors, who is unidentified), and Erika Potter, the sisterof Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
"Amazingly, both escaped alive and the Death Eaters were forced into retreat. More information to follow."
"'More information to follow?' I highly doubt that! How do they know all this?" I asked, jabbing at the paper, "No one was supposed to know about Meg and me!"
Harry nodded, and said, "It has to be someone in the Oder. NO one else knew. But who would tell the press?"
"Maybe it was mistake," Ron reasoned.
But no one agreed with him.
"I have to tell Meg," I whispered.
Harry nodded, "Okay. I'll take you over there. Hermione, go find Dumbledore and tell him. Ron, you can wait here for the others, tell them what happened, and then go to your parents' house. We'll be there as soon as we can."
We all nodded.
I went into my room and threw on some robes. Even though I only took a minute, Hermione and Ron were both gone by the time I came out.
Anya was in the kitchen when we arrived. I went first, scrammbling out of the fireplace.
"Meg! Anya!" I shouted.
Anya had already appeared in the doorway.
"Erika?" she asked, "What are you doing here?"
"We need to talk," I said, and handed her the Daily Prophet.
Harry appeared behind me. A second later Meg came clambering down the stairs.
"Hi," she said.
"Read this," I told her.
She read it over Anya's shoulder while Harry and I waited, silently.
"How do they know all this?" Anya asked.
We shrugged.
"We think it was someone in the Order," I said.
Meg nodded, "That'd make sense. They were the only ones who know, at least, until now."
"I'll call a meeting tonight. We can discuss it there," Anya decided.
That matter settled, Harry and I continued to the Weasleys', where everyone was waiting.
"Is everything okay?" Mrs. Weasley asked when we walked into the yard.
We nodded.
All attention turned to Ron's new girlfriend, Lizzie. True to my prediction, Mrs. Weasley was absolutely thrilled with her.
"I'm so happy Ron's finally find a nice girl," Mrs. Weasley said.
"Mum . . ." Ron hissed, turning red.
"Now, Lizzie, what did you say you do again?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
Lizzie answered, "I work in Muggle Relations, since my dad's a muggle, and I know a lot about them."
That caught Mr. Weasley's attention. He immediately turned to her.
"Muggle? How interesting. Now, Lizzie, tell me, how does electricity work?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Dad!" Ron hissed.
We all laughed.
Soon enough, Mrs. Weasley went inside to finish the meal, so we could begin our Quidditch.
There were ten of us left to play, though not everone was willing (Hermione). But, eventually, we were all in the air.
"Two teams of five," Fred explained, "Two chasers, a keeper, one beater, and a seeker. How about Erika, Sarah, Ron, Ginny, and I on one team; and George, Harry, Lizzie, Hermione, and Chris on the other."
Chris's Ginny's boyfriend.
We all agreed on the teams, and George took out the balls. Harry and Ginny were the seekers, Ron and Chris the keeprs, while Sarah, Hermione, Lizzie, and I were chasers.
My team flew to our edge of the "field" and listened while Fred gave us a pre-game speech.
"We've got pretty good odds. I'm an expirienced Beater, Ron's a Keeper, Ginny's and awesome seeker, and Erika here is a great Chaser, taking after her brother in the Quidditch skills. So, I say we slaughter them!" Fred shouted.
We all laughed, and shouted before finally falling into formation.
Then the balls were let loose.
It was nothing like playing at Hogwarts, but it was just as much fun. Ginny and I did loops in the air whenever we scored. Sarah thought we were crazy in the beginning, but joined in after a while.
We were up by one when Mrs. Weasley came out.
"Lunch, you lot!" she shouted.
"Aw, Mum, now? We're winning!" Fred whined.
To which Mrs. Weasley just shouted, "Now!"
We abandoned our game, and flew to the ground. We argued for a few minutes, once seated, on who would've won if we hadn't stopped. Mrs. Weasley made us end that conversation just as George was about to suggest abandoning lunch to finish the game.
Mr. Weasley talked before a while about the goings-on in the Ministry.
"We need someone from our side to have Fudge's ear. Lucius Malfoy has it right now, and that is dangerous for us. The Order needs to keep a low profile," Mr. Weasley said.
"But Fudge won't trust anyone who's friends with Dumbledore. He's still afraid that Dumbledore's going to try and overthrow him," I pointed out.
Harry muttered, so I could barely hear him, "Not a bad idea."
"What?" I asked sharply, surprised.
"Nothing," my brother replied, shaking his head.
Ron, his mouth full, suddenly slammed his hand on the table. He swallowed a we all turned to look at him.
"Harry!" he said, "I forgot to tell you! I saw Draco Malfoy at the Ministry a few days ago, with his father. Seems Lucius Malfoy got his son a job in Fudge's personal staff."
Mr. Weasley nodded, "I heard that. Lucius placed Draco there to play spy for him, I'd bet, make sure Lucius' puppet doesn't do anything drastic. And, you know what else, Fudge agreed because he wants to train Draco. That's right, both Lucius and Fudge want Draco to be the next Minister of Magic!"
"You're joking, right?" I asked.
Mr. Weasley shook his head.
"If Draco Malfoy is the next Minister of Magic, we're done for. Us and all the Muggle-born! Not to mention to the Muggles!" I exclaimed.
"Fudge thinks we'll vote for Draco in the future because he'll have experience," Mr. Weasley explained.
I sighed, "We can't vote for him. No matter what."
Lunch ended. We helped clean the table, and everyone started to leave. Harry, Ron, Lizzie, and Sarah apparated to the apartment while I flooed.
When I fell into the hearth of our apartment, everyone else was already there. Ron and Lizzie were saying goodbye (Lizzie had things to do and couldn't stay). Once it was just the four of us we sat down around the TV (only Ro and I were actually watching it, Harry and Sarah were talking).
About five minutes later there was a series of popping sounds. We all turned to the sound, surprised.
A second later a woman appeared, wearing yellow robes. She had curly blond hair, and was looking around the room. Beside her was a younger woman, about Ginny's age. She had wavy brown hair, and was petite.
"Mum?" Sarah shouted, surprised.
Author's Note- Very short, I know. But I was in a rush to write this! And my hand hurts. Writer's cramp . . . is evil. I didn't have a lot of Quidditch, but, hey, there was some. My normal message: if anyone likes the books Violet Eyes and Silver Eyes by Nicole Luiken, read my fic, Crusade of the VioletEyed. I'm trying to get a section for it. Thanks! REVIEW!!!!