Ok, guys. Time for a bit of time-travel. It's the weekend after your first week of school. Harry still hates you, Ron's awkward but nice (much to Harry's disgust) and you spend most of your time with Hermione (whom Harry has completely disowned!) You're friends with most people and are reasonably popular. Lessons are easy. E.t.c. Here we go!
You wake suddenly. Once again with sweat trickling down your face, once again in the middle of the night. The same dream had been haunting you for other a week now. You close your eyes- trying to recall it. It starts the same as always, in the dark chamber with Sirius, but something had changed tonight. Sirius looked at you with haunted eyes. "Something's changing, Millie. I can't remember anymore- I have to get out now!" he had said desperately, just before you were once again dragged back. You couldn't stand to see him like that, so helpless and alone. You had had a week to think about this now- you were sure that he couldn't be dead. You needed to know how he had supposedly died. According to Hermione, Only Harry, Dumbledore, Tonks and Snape had seen him die. You were no way going to ask Harry, Dumbledore would jump to conclusions, you hadn't seen Tonks sice she was about 8 years old, that left only one person- Snape. If only there was someone else! You think angrily. You bang your head down onto the cool pillow and try to think. All logic pointed to that the dreams were just part of your subconscious grieving. But you know that he is not dead, those dreams were not normal ones. He kept asking you to come for him, but how? You sigh, knowing that you are never able to go back to sleep after your dreams. You get up quietly so as not to disturb the others and creep over to the bathrooms. You have a long shower and get dressed into black jeans tucked into ugg boots and a purple top. You leave your hair to dry and it goes fantastically curly, you tie it up in a loose ponytail and stare at yourself long and hard in the mirror. Make-up. When you were first at Hogwarts make-up and dressing up had excited you more than anything, now you just couldn't see the point. Inside you feel drab and lonely so why should you look different on the outside? The feeling usually went away when you were with other people, but thrived at times like this. You sigh and head into the common, the clock reads 6 am. Breakfast should be starting, though it is unlikely that anyone would be there- hopefully. You stand up to go out when people start to appear from their dorms in quidditch gear, rubbing their eyes sleepily. The only person fully awake is Angelina Johnson who walks up to you and grins brightly.
"Up to come and try out for the team?" she says happily, you shake your head glibly, and see Harry glaring at you from over her shoulder. (Ok, I know the twins and Angelina have really gone- but I'm making it so they are only really a year above them and therefore in their 7th and final year at Hogwarts.) Her face falls when she hears that. Looking round the common room and seeing that no one else is up and therefore no-one wants to try out she sighs.
"Well, if you feel the urge- a chaser and keeper position is free. And it doesn't exactly look like you'll be fighting much competition, does it?" she says glumly. You think about it. You had always loved flying, but had never really bothered with quiditch.
"Yeah," you say "Maybe I will!" Angelina brightens.
"Great, see you out on the pitch! Come on, team!" She says eagerly, hurrying out of the common room. You go up to your room to recover your broom, wondering what you'd let yourself in for
You walk out on to the pitch. It is a cool morning but the sun shines brightly. Angelina strides up to you.
"Hi! Glad you made it! Were you on the Quiditch team at your old school? What position do you prefer to play?" she asks eagerly, you can tell she's a new captain. You remember all the old captains, by the end of the school year they were all so driven to win the cup that they rarely smiled and took quiditch more seriously than breathing! You see two redheaded twins sidle up the pitch toward you.
"Ah, Angelina- do you have to ask?" said one
"With a figure like that-" said the other
"She's got to have worked out." Finished the first one. You look between the two and laugh in delight. Angelina however, scowls at them and orders them to go and get the balls out. They pout and sulk off.
"Ignore those two," she tells you, "Always joking around, I seriously doubt if either of them have ever made a serious comment in their lives!" she says.
"Who are they?" you ask.
"Oh, they're only Fred and Gorge Weasly, Ron's older brothers. I'm surprised you haven't met them already- they're usually trying to peddle their ridiculous inventions to younger, more impressionable, years in the evenings in the common room. Anyway- back to quicitch." She says. You inform her that you were not on the school team, but you played any position that needed filling. She nods briskly and tells you that you'll start with a short game to see how you fit in with the team. By now, another couple of people have turned- including Ron. You give him a quick smile and he returns it. You're put as keeper first. You play a pretty good game- but you can see Angelina's disappointed. You kept getting distracted by those redhead bludger beaters making comments at you! You are them changed to Chaser, determined to do better, as you fly past them you say.
"You two distract me anymore and you'll have more to worry about than them bludgers!" you warn them, grinning slyly. Fred and Gorge raise their eyebrows and exchange glances.
"Is that a challenge?" They say in unison, grinning. You smile evily.
"No, it's a warning." You state. They chuckle mischievously. You fly off to take your position as centre Chaser. You look up and See Harry circling above- glaring at you suspiciously. You sigh and the game begins in earnest. You dodge, you catch, you fly your heart out. You keep scoring over and over- you punch your fist in the air triumphantly. The final whistle blows and you land, you can tell Angelina is impressed. Harry lands some way off and looks at you like he's trying to work something out. You meet his gaze and he slopes off to the changing rooms.
"Thank you everyone who came to try out!" Angelina says, beaming. "The team list will be up by this evening in the common room!" You nod and smile along with everyone else and head back towards school. After breakfast, you try to find Hermione- but she's nowhere. You sigh and head off toward the dungeons, dreading what you have to do next.
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You walk into his classroom and see him sitting at his desk, writing calmly.
"I didn't hear you knock." He states.
"Oh- sorry Professor!" you say. He jumps up a mile and stares at you.
"What do you want, Miss Migntot." He says.
"Can't a pupil have a conversation with her professor about schoolwork anymore?" you ask sweetly. He snarls at you and repeats his question. You sigh and get straight to the point.
"I would like to know how my Fiance died." You say calmly. He looks at you suspiciously.
"Why?" you sigh, your going to have to do this the hard way. You start to cry- it isn't hard to make yourself nowadays.
"Because I was going to marry him, spend the rest of my life with him. And I don't even know how he died!" you wail. Snape pats you on the back awkwardly.
"Um, he, he died fighting Voldemorts death eaters." He says hesitantly.
"I know that!" you exclaim, But was he hit by a curse? Was he in much pain?" you ask, now fighting the real tears welling up.
"He was hit by a spell that caused his to fall off the edge of a balcony- he hit the floor behind a veil…" he says. You look up in surprise, behind a veil…
AN/ Can i have a little warm glow please?