You spend the rest of the day in misery and confusion, wandering around the grounds. Snape had said that Sirius had fallen behind a veil, you saw every night in your dreams behind a veil.Had no-one bothered to retrieve his body? Of course they would have. You sigh, it had to be something to do with the mind, not the body- just like magic. You lay down in the long grass next to the lake, hidden from sight. You hear voices chattering and let them pass you by. As the sun begins to sink in the sky, you rise reluctantly and head toward the Gryffindor common room. As you enter, you hear the babble of voices and see everyone is grouped around the house board. Suddenly you feel someone jump on you from behind.
"Amilie! I made keeper! And you're chaser! WHOOOO!" You watch Ron career around the room excitedly, hugging anyone that got in his way. People come up and congratulate you on becoming the new chaser- you beam proudly, trying to immerse yourself in this happy atmosphere.
"Millie!" you hear a voice exclaim behind you. You turn round to see a worried and harassed looking Hermione. "Where have you been? I've been looking for you all day! Thought you'd thrown yourself off the North tower!" You snort.
"Not suicidal quite yet, Hermione! Besides- I'm chaser, can't let my team down!" you say, smiling. She glares at you for a moment but can't keep it up when she sees how happy you are, she smiles and links arms with you. Angelina comes up, looking happy but serious.
"Congratulations, Amilie. But you do have a lot do work on; You'll have to work to fit in with the other two chasers styles. Katie Bell and myself. And I'll expect you at every single practise, no slacking! I expect you to improve friendships with the other members of the team, we have to work together." she says, glancing meaningfully at Harry. You nod hesitantly, watching Harry fuming quietly beside Ron. Angelina had obviously 'had words' with him too! You and Hermione turn to go upstairs to the dorms when a hand on your arm stops you. You spin round to see one of the weasly twins grinning at you slyly.
"George- right?" you say. His grin gets wider.
"For you beautiful- I could be, he not hard for me to imitate. But, of course, in some areas, I don't quite a how to imitate-" you interrupt him by whacking him upside the head hard. Hermione clutches her sides, helpless with laughter. Fred fakes injury and you glare at him.
"Easy!" he says, holding up his hands, "A guy can try- can't he?" he says. You slowly giggle.
"Come on!" he says, taking your hand and dragging you towards the portrait of the fat lady. "There's something I've got to show you!"
"What!" you say, "It's almost curfew! Can't it wait till the morning?"
"No." he says determinedly, still dragging you by the elbow. Finally he stops, causing you to bang into him. You stare at the place he has stopped at, a tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy attempting to train trolls for the ballet opposite a stretch of empty wall space.
"Well," you say, clearing your throat. "This is a- nice, tapestry." Fred looks at you and grins.
"I've always found old Barny rather and inspiration!" he says. You nod slowly, with a look of faint bemusement on your face.
"But, despite that fact, we're here for another reason." He continues. He begins to pace along the corridor.
"George and myself are very loyal and proud Gryffindors. Dedicated to the purpose of helping our team win the quidditch cup as much as we can to make up for the fact that we somehow seem to misplace house points so easily!" he says, passing you.
"Therefore, we like our team to be the best it possibly can be, in order for us to reach our goal every year!" he goes on, passing you for the second time.
"Consequently, our team has to be good friends to achieve the maximum effect it can have." He stops before you. "It has come to my and my brothers attention that you and our fabulous seeker, Mr Harry Potter are, well, that you hate each other guts. And to remedy this," he steps aside to reveal a solid oak door. "We intend to lock you to in for as long as it takes for you two to get along." He finishes- beaming. He pushes a very surprised you into the room where you see an angry Harry and an amused George.
"Ready George?" says Fred.
"Perfect- lets go." Says George, they both race out of the room before you or Harry have the chance to react. Harry glares at you. You flop down on a sofa in the room.
"Perfect!" you say sarcastically, "just wonderful!" Harry takes a seat as far away from you as possible. You both glower at each other for a few minutes, then you sigh and say.
"Do you have any idea how long they intend to keep us here for?" you say wearily.
"Dunno, George just gave me this speech about locking us up for the good of the team." He answers- as nastily as he could.
"Yeah, well. It's not my idea of a perfect evening either!" you say
"Rather spend turning my best friends against me- would you?" he retalitates. With a loud pop a scroll appears and unrolls itself in the centre of the room. Fred/ Georges voice says.
"Now, now- doesn't sound like there is much friend making going on in here! Don't worry- we have a back up plan. We found a fantastic spell that makes people so they can't move more that 2 feet away from each other for two days- it goes like-"
"NO!" you and Harry both scream, jumping up. The voice chuckles.
"Sweet dreams!" Fred/ George says and the scroll disappears. Silence fills the room once more. You glance around and see it's like the inside of a hotel room- a double hotel room. You groan.
"Harry." You say. He glares at you.
"Yes?"
"Take a look around, anything strike you as odd?" he looks around- a look of horror comes onto his face. Then he says.
"Oh! No worries- I'll take the couch!" he says happily. With a loud pop both couches and chairs disappear. You glace around uneasily.
"It's ok, I sleep on the floor." You offer. With another pop, the carpeted floor turns into cold steel that chills your bare feet. Both you and Harry leap onto the bed, nursing you cold feet.
"I geuss there's nothing for it." Harry says, resigned. He turns around and scoots to the edge of the bed resolutely and lies down. You know then that you have to do something. This is Sirius's godson here, James and Lilly's own son. You were an adult acting like a sulky 16 year old.
"Harry?" you whisper, "We have to talk…"
AN/ Hope you liked- please tell me what you think!