Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter Characters, I just write
about them... But I do own Princess Elizabeth, if she should try and make her
way into this story....
Author's Note: I just reedited and reformatted this chapter.
I don't think there are any really important changes though.
Lauretta got off the Hogwarts Express with very little enthusiasm. She had already been accosted by Faustina Crabbe and Gertrude Goyle. They were the two meanest fifth year girls at Hogwarts. Many of their relatives had ben jailed as dark wizards and they had taken it upon themselves to avenge them by taking it out on Lauretta whose mother was an auror. Eventually the Weasley Triplets had come to the compartment claiming that every where else was full and Faustina and Gertrude had left in disgust.
Lauretta had then tried to get to sleep but she realized now how stupid that idea had been, trying to sleep when you're alone with the Weasley triplets. Whatever. When she awoke she looked at herself in the mirror, her face was an unearthly shade of turquoise and she had the most disgusting taste in her mouth. She looked around and noticed an open box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans and realized that they had been feeding her all the disgusting ones in her sleep. She looked back in the mirror and concentrated until her face changed back to its normal colour. Then she left the compartment and went down the corridor to throw up and then slowly walked back.
Lee and Giovanni were immersed in a book and only Randall looked up when she came in. "Sorry." He mouthed. She ignored him and picked up on of her own books. When she looked up again he was frowning out the window. She had just dismissed it.
As she stepped off the train she thought of Randall again. He had offered to help her with her trunk and she had declined. She almost wished she had as it was heavy laden with all the books. She found an empty coach except for Hallie McMillian, a well known narcoleptic, and she picked up her book again. They were just about to move when Randall hoped in. "We're always last off and there's never enough room for all three of us." He complained well naturedly.
She gave him a small smile then went back to her book.
He glanced around. "Nice broomstick." He commented. "It's a Firebolt right? A classic. My dad says he doesn't think they ever made a better broom. He also said it cost a fortune in his day, and it was quite a rarity and they had one on their team. Dad'll go on for ages about Quidditch back at Hogwarts, Mum too. She eventually bought herself a Firebolt, wont' let me touch it."
Lauretta, finally reconciled to talking, put her book down. "It is a beauty isn't it?" She smiled slightly.
"She speaks." Randall said feigning astonishment. "I don't think I've ever heard you speak in all our five years here."
"Well you might not want to get me started, I can talk your ear off if you get me started." She replied grinning now.
"I'd have to hear it to believe it." He replied. "You're one of the Raven claw Chasers right?"
She nodded.
"Words." He said. "In order to talk my ear off you're gong to need to use words."
"Yes I am one of the Ravenclaw Chasers, and this year I'm hoping to be made Captain. Ravenclaw hasn't won the Quidditch Cup in years, and I think it's a bloody shame. Francis wasn't a good Captain but he wasn't focused on winning. Infact last year he was more focused on Attica than anything. I'm really not sure if I'll be able to handle being Captain though, because of the OWLs, could you believe how many books were on the list? Are those enough words for you?" She took a deep breath and smiled.
"Yes. And Francis was a git... And well about winning the cup, I wouldn't be too ready. The entire Gryffindor team this year is made up of Weasleys. I'm pretty sure we have what it takes to win."
She laughed, imagining an entire team of Weasleys on the Quiddtich field. She didn't know any of them well, but she didn't think they were all as mischievous as the triplets were. "What position do you play?" She asked him.
"Oh, I'm one of the Beaters. Gee's the other one. My pop and Uncle George were the Beaters too. They were so proud of us. Mum and Aunt Alicia too. Them and Uncle Charlie all played together, and then later with Uncle Ron too."
"Which one's Gee?" Lauretta asked.
"Giovanni." He laughed as he replied. "Lee's the Keeper. I can see why you asked as Dad and Uncle George's shop is Gred and Forge's."
"Well, just don't hit me too hard with the Bludger."
"Oh, I don't think that will be too much of a problem. You go too fast on a Firebolt. Say." He said his voice turning serious suddenly. "Can you see them?"
"What?" She asked puzzled. She looked out of the carriage where he pointed.
"Neither can I." He continued. "Giovanni can. I'm not sure why. I didn't really want to be in the carriage with him anyway. He gets all melancholy and stares at them." She still didn't respond and he looked at her curiously. "You don't know about them do you?" he finally asked.
"No I don't."
"You're probably better off that way."
Suddenly the carriage lurched, and Hallie and Lauretta were thrown to the floor. The lanterns that normally lit the coach with their eerie green light were extinguished. All around them everything was dark and silent. "Lumos." Lauretta heard Randall whisper and a yellow ball of light appeared at the end of his wand. "Are you okay?" He asked her.
"Yhea." She replied as he offered her his hand to help her up. They both glanced at Hallie, but somehow she was still sleeping. "What do you think happened?"
"I don't know." He replied. They both went over to the window and gazed out. Randall almost immediately extinguished his light.
"What?" She asked.
"Don't you see it?"
"No."
"The Dark Mark, it's over there."
"The what?" She asked. She didn't like the sound of it, and had noted the fear in his voice.
"You don't know what the dark mark is? Isn't your mum an auror?"
"Yes, but she doesn't really like to bring her work home, when she is at home that is." Lauretta replied frowning at him slightly.
"Well it's the sign that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named used when he was still in power, and now it's been adopted by He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named."
Lauretta stared at him wide eyed. "Does that mean...?" She trailed off.
"I'm not sure." He replied uncertainly. They huddled together in silence waiting and watching for something to happen. Maybe ten minutes later some tortured screams occurred from somewhere near them. Lauretta grabbed Randall's hand in fear. "Maybe we should stay down." He said slowly. "And try and wake up Hallie."
Lauretta nodded numbly. "Hallie?" She whispered. "Hallie." Hallie just continued sleeping. "Arg, there's got to be a spell." She muttered. "Revielle." She finally whispered.
Hallie yawned slowly. "Hmm?" She groaned.
"Hallie, It's Lauretta and Randy. Something happened to the coaches, and Randy saw the dark mark."
"Really?" Hallie whispered back excitedly. "Do you think He-Who-Should-Not- Be-Named is about?"
"Possibly." Randall whispered back. The screaming finally diminished into the darkness, and suddenly just as quickly as they had stopped the carriages started and the lights came back on.
"Huh." Said Hallie, mystified. Randall shrugged but Lauretta looked out the window warily. She knew that as an auror's daughter she was always sin danger. That was probably the only thing her mum had told her of, and Lord Cafluyou back. She would never tell any of the stuffy people at school this but she was related to him. She shuddered at the thought of it, and Randall eyed her curiously. Hallie had gone back to sleep again. The rest of the trip they remained silent until they stopped, and then Lauretta woke up Hallie again.
"You sure you don't need help with your trunk?" Randall asked her again.
"Well, alright." She replied, shy again now that they were leaving the coach. What if he told everyone that she didn't know anything? Or that she had been badmouthing Francis and wanted to be Quidditch Captain?
"What?" He asked, noting her look.
"Nothing," She replied as Giovanni and Lee came running up.
"Did anything happen on your carriage?" Lee asked excitedly. Giovanni just eyed Lauretta who lagged slightly behind. He had an evil smirk on his face that she did not like the look of.
"No, Nothing happened." Randall replied. "But you guys'll never believe this. Lauretta talks."
The other two looked at her with the same astonished look that Randall had had earlier. Lauretta just blushed furiously and ran past the three of them. Why had he done that to her?
Author's Note: I just reedited and reformatted this chapter.
I don't think there are any really important changes though.
Lauretta got off the Hogwarts Express with very little enthusiasm. She had already been accosted by Faustina Crabbe and Gertrude Goyle. They were the two meanest fifth year girls at Hogwarts. Many of their relatives had ben jailed as dark wizards and they had taken it upon themselves to avenge them by taking it out on Lauretta whose mother was an auror. Eventually the Weasley Triplets had come to the compartment claiming that every where else was full and Faustina and Gertrude had left in disgust.
Lauretta had then tried to get to sleep but she realized now how stupid that idea had been, trying to sleep when you're alone with the Weasley triplets. Whatever. When she awoke she looked at herself in the mirror, her face was an unearthly shade of turquoise and she had the most disgusting taste in her mouth. She looked around and noticed an open box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans and realized that they had been feeding her all the disgusting ones in her sleep. She looked back in the mirror and concentrated until her face changed back to its normal colour. Then she left the compartment and went down the corridor to throw up and then slowly walked back.
Lee and Giovanni were immersed in a book and only Randall looked up when she came in. "Sorry." He mouthed. She ignored him and picked up on of her own books. When she looked up again he was frowning out the window. She had just dismissed it.
As she stepped off the train she thought of Randall again. He had offered to help her with her trunk and she had declined. She almost wished she had as it was heavy laden with all the books. She found an empty coach except for Hallie McMillian, a well known narcoleptic, and she picked up her book again. They were just about to move when Randall hoped in. "We're always last off and there's never enough room for all three of us." He complained well naturedly.
She gave him a small smile then went back to her book.
He glanced around. "Nice broomstick." He commented. "It's a Firebolt right? A classic. My dad says he doesn't think they ever made a better broom. He also said it cost a fortune in his day, and it was quite a rarity and they had one on their team. Dad'll go on for ages about Quidditch back at Hogwarts, Mum too. She eventually bought herself a Firebolt, wont' let me touch it."
Lauretta, finally reconciled to talking, put her book down. "It is a beauty isn't it?" She smiled slightly.
"She speaks." Randall said feigning astonishment. "I don't think I've ever heard you speak in all our five years here."
"Well you might not want to get me started, I can talk your ear off if you get me started." She replied grinning now.
"I'd have to hear it to believe it." He replied. "You're one of the Raven claw Chasers right?"
She nodded.
"Words." He said. "In order to talk my ear off you're gong to need to use words."
"Yes I am one of the Ravenclaw Chasers, and this year I'm hoping to be made Captain. Ravenclaw hasn't won the Quidditch Cup in years, and I think it's a bloody shame. Francis wasn't a good Captain but he wasn't focused on winning. Infact last year he was more focused on Attica than anything. I'm really not sure if I'll be able to handle being Captain though, because of the OWLs, could you believe how many books were on the list? Are those enough words for you?" She took a deep breath and smiled.
"Yes. And Francis was a git... And well about winning the cup, I wouldn't be too ready. The entire Gryffindor team this year is made up of Weasleys. I'm pretty sure we have what it takes to win."
She laughed, imagining an entire team of Weasleys on the Quiddtich field. She didn't know any of them well, but she didn't think they were all as mischievous as the triplets were. "What position do you play?" She asked him.
"Oh, I'm one of the Beaters. Gee's the other one. My pop and Uncle George were the Beaters too. They were so proud of us. Mum and Aunt Alicia too. Them and Uncle Charlie all played together, and then later with Uncle Ron too."
"Which one's Gee?" Lauretta asked.
"Giovanni." He laughed as he replied. "Lee's the Keeper. I can see why you asked as Dad and Uncle George's shop is Gred and Forge's."
"Well, just don't hit me too hard with the Bludger."
"Oh, I don't think that will be too much of a problem. You go too fast on a Firebolt. Say." He said his voice turning serious suddenly. "Can you see them?"
"What?" She asked puzzled. She looked out of the carriage where he pointed.
"Neither can I." He continued. "Giovanni can. I'm not sure why. I didn't really want to be in the carriage with him anyway. He gets all melancholy and stares at them." She still didn't respond and he looked at her curiously. "You don't know about them do you?" he finally asked.
"No I don't."
"You're probably better off that way."
Suddenly the carriage lurched, and Hallie and Lauretta were thrown to the floor. The lanterns that normally lit the coach with their eerie green light were extinguished. All around them everything was dark and silent. "Lumos." Lauretta heard Randall whisper and a yellow ball of light appeared at the end of his wand. "Are you okay?" He asked her.
"Yhea." She replied as he offered her his hand to help her up. They both glanced at Hallie, but somehow she was still sleeping. "What do you think happened?"
"I don't know." He replied. They both went over to the window and gazed out. Randall almost immediately extinguished his light.
"What?" She asked.
"Don't you see it?"
"No."
"The Dark Mark, it's over there."
"The what?" She asked. She didn't like the sound of it, and had noted the fear in his voice.
"You don't know what the dark mark is? Isn't your mum an auror?"
"Yes, but she doesn't really like to bring her work home, when she is at home that is." Lauretta replied frowning at him slightly.
"Well it's the sign that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named used when he was still in power, and now it's been adopted by He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named."
Lauretta stared at him wide eyed. "Does that mean...?" She trailed off.
"I'm not sure." He replied uncertainly. They huddled together in silence waiting and watching for something to happen. Maybe ten minutes later some tortured screams occurred from somewhere near them. Lauretta grabbed Randall's hand in fear. "Maybe we should stay down." He said slowly. "And try and wake up Hallie."
Lauretta nodded numbly. "Hallie?" She whispered. "Hallie." Hallie just continued sleeping. "Arg, there's got to be a spell." She muttered. "Revielle." She finally whispered.
Hallie yawned slowly. "Hmm?" She groaned.
"Hallie, It's Lauretta and Randy. Something happened to the coaches, and Randy saw the dark mark."
"Really?" Hallie whispered back excitedly. "Do you think He-Who-Should-Not- Be-Named is about?"
"Possibly." Randall whispered back. The screaming finally diminished into the darkness, and suddenly just as quickly as they had stopped the carriages started and the lights came back on.
"Huh." Said Hallie, mystified. Randall shrugged but Lauretta looked out the window warily. She knew that as an auror's daughter she was always sin danger. That was probably the only thing her mum had told her of, and Lord Cafluyou back. She would never tell any of the stuffy people at school this but she was related to him. She shuddered at the thought of it, and Randall eyed her curiously. Hallie had gone back to sleep again. The rest of the trip they remained silent until they stopped, and then Lauretta woke up Hallie again.
"You sure you don't need help with your trunk?" Randall asked her again.
"Well, alright." She replied, shy again now that they were leaving the coach. What if he told everyone that she didn't know anything? Or that she had been badmouthing Francis and wanted to be Quidditch Captain?
"What?" He asked, noting her look.
"Nothing," She replied as Giovanni and Lee came running up.
"Did anything happen on your carriage?" Lee asked excitedly. Giovanni just eyed Lauretta who lagged slightly behind. He had an evil smirk on his face that she did not like the look of.
"No, Nothing happened." Randall replied. "But you guys'll never believe this. Lauretta talks."
The other two looked at her with the same astonished look that Randall had had earlier. Lauretta just blushed furiously and ran past the three of them. Why had he done that to her?