Disclaimer: We only own Agava, Daylon, and Ayva Bradbury. All of the other Harry Potter stuff is property of J.K. Rowling.
A/N: My sister and I both wrote this, so if the writing style changes during certain parts of the fic, that's why. Oh, and this takes place during 6th year. I forgot to say that in the first chapter.
THE BRADBURY LEGACY
Chapter 2:
"Hey! Ayva, wait up!"
Ayva turned to see harry and Ron running toward her.
"Hey guys! Where's Hermione?"
"Oh, you know her. She just had to get to potions early so she could get a seat where she can see everything from." Harry said as they continued walking through the dungeon.
Ron rolled his eyes, "She's bloody crazy, that one."
She turned and smiled at him as harry opened the classroom door. The threesome walked over to Hermione, who was wildly waving her hands in the air to get their attention, and sat down.
The door opened again, and Ayva turned her head slightly to see Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Daylon walk in.
"Well, well, well. Looks like we're in for another fun year of potions with Pothead and his pathetic followers." Malfoy said as they walked past.
"We're not his followers!" Ron said standing up quickly.
Malfoy paused and turned to them smirking, "Ah, but you are pathetic, then?"
Ron blushed, "I never said that!"
"You didn't deny it, either." Daylon said.
"Ron, just sit down." Ayva said pulling him back into his seat before turning to Malfoy and his little group, "You can continue on you way now."
"Whatever." Daylon said, knocking into Hermione as he walked by, causing her to drop the book she was reading.
"Hey!" She exclaimed, but they were already sitting down, and Snape had just flung open the door.
Instantly, there was silence as Snape walked toward the front of the room, then tripped over the book in the aisle.
"Ms. Granger, for tripping me with you stupid book, you get a detention with me. Now will you all make the incredibly hard potion on the board?"
Ayva looked over at Malfoy and saw him smirk at Hermione before bending to pick up his cauldron and gathering the supplies needed. She broke her gaze when Harry nudged her, and she started brewing her own potion.
Later, when Ayva was walking to the Great Hall for dinner with her friends, Malfoy and his group came up behind them. As he passed, Malfoy bumped into Ayva, causing her to stumble.
"Hey! Watch where you're going, Ferret Boy!" Harry yelled, putting his arm around Ayva's waist protectively while she quickly slipped a small scrap of parchment into her pocket.
"I swear, he gets worse every year." Ron commented.
"Yeah, but just think; we only have two years left of putting up with him." Added Harry.
"Well, except for Ayva." Ginny reminded quietly.
At the mention of her name, Ayva returned her attention to the group.
"Yeah. That's too bad he's friends with you brother, and stays with you guys every summer." Ron put in sympathetically.
Ayva smiled at them, but didn't comment.
When they entered the huge doors leading into the Great hall, harry moved his hand to Ayva's. She smiled at him, then glanced at Malfoy to see him watching her and harry, and unreadable expression on his face. They sat down in their seats at the Gryffindor table just as the table filled with plates, and many assorted foods.
"Can you believe that creep!" Daylon said to the others once they were sat. "I'm going to kill him as soon as possible!" Malfoy just stared ahead of him, eyes unfocused, completely dumbstruck. "Wanna help me? Uh... Malfoy, I'm talking to you. Or you could just ignore me. That works too. Hey, look! Potter's dead!" Suddenly, Malfoy snapped out of his trance.
"Really? And I missed it!"
"No. I was just wishing he was." Daylon replied. "Wanna help me kill him?" Malfoy got the most evil smirk on his face Daylon had ever seen.
"Can we make it painful and humiliating? I want to get back at Potty! Ayva's mine!" Malfoy growled angrily.
"What other way would it be?" Daylon smirked. Crabbe and Goyle, who didn't seem to have noticed anything that had happened, looked up from their plates, chuckling.
"We want to help!" Goyle exclaimed. Daylon looked at Malfoy incredulously.
"Could we just lock them in a closet?" He whispered, "They'll just mess everything up." Malfoy shrugged.
"Never works." He replied, turning his attention to the steak on his plate. Whenever he needed to cut a piece off, he stabbed it with the knife, then the fork, and Daylon just knew he was thinking of doing that to Potter.
When no one was paying attention, Ayva reached into her pocket for the parchment she'd put their earlier.
'Meet me in the Room of Requirement at 9:00 tonight.'
She looked up from the note to see Malfoy stabbing his steak viciously with his knife and fork. Smiling softly to herself, she turned her own attention to the food on the plate in front of her.
A/N: Please review! And if you have any ideas for what can happen in later chapters, please tell us them in your review. Or if you have any suggestions about what we could change, that would be very helpful. Thanks.