In this chapter, Mary Potter will meet her biggest fan! Colin Creevey!
What's that? Mary Potter already has a biggest fan? Her name is Ginny Weasley?
Perhaps she should have a little competition between the two.
See who knows more about the girl who lived.
Chapter 18: Biggest Fans
At breakfast, Mary was eating waffles.
Suddenly, somebody took a photo of her.
"Huh?" asked the girl.
It was a Gryffindor boy with a camera.
"Hi, I'm Colin Creevey!" exclaimed Colin.
"I seem to recall your name being called to the Sorting Hat this year." noted Mary.
Colin took another picture of Mary.
"Can you ask permission before you do that?" questioned the girl with glasses.
"Sorry, I'm just excited to meet you! I'm your biggest fan!" exclaimed Colin.
"Biggest fan? I beg to differ." disagreed Ginny, who was sitting nearby.
"You're Mary's biggest fan? I thought I was!" questioned the photographer.
"Maybe we can have a little competition to sort things out." suggested Mary.
Colin and Ginny both agreed to the idea.
"What's my least favorite holiday?" asked the girl who lived.
"Fourth of July? Those fireworks are pretty loud." noted Ginny.
"Halloween? It's scary." remarked Colin.
"Colin is correct." said Mary.
"Yes!" cheered the boy.
"I intend on asking more questions though." clarified the girl with the lightning scar.
Ginny and Colin listened carefully.
"Am I pureblood, or am I a halfblood?" questioned Mary.
"Pureblood!" exclaimed Colin.
"Halfblood!" shouted Ginny.
"Ginny is correct." spoke the girl.
Ginny raised her hands in the air.
"What's my favorite holiday?" asked Mary.
"Easter?" questioned Ginny. She liked candy.
"Christmas?" asked Colin. He liked presents…but giving especially.
"Colin is right. Though you came close, Ginny." noted Mary.
Colin cheered, while Ginny smiled.
"Now for my last question. What did I fight last year?" questioned the girl.
"An ogre?" questioned Colin.
"A mountain troll?" asked Ginny.
"Ginny is right, though Colin came close this time. You two are tied." said Mary.
Colin and Ginny were both happy to hear that.
"Is there going to be a tiebreaker?" asked Colin.
"I could do that, but you two seem equally matched. I think you two can both be my biggest fans." explained the girl who lived.
Colin and Ginny shook each other's hands.
"Can I have one of those photos?" questioned Ginny.
"Sure, why not." nodded Colin.
"Yes!" cheered the redhead.
Mary was happy the two made peace.
However, it was time to report for Quidditch practice.
Meanwhile, at 4 Privet Drive, Lucius Malfoy managed to find his son.
The Ministry of Magic (specifically, the Department of Magical Transportation) monitored apparitions, and he worked with them.
Draco had been wedgied from a flagpole.
And he spent the day being laughed at by Dudley Dursley.
"What did I tell you about socializing with disgusting Muggles?" asked Lucius Malfoy.
If you asked him, his son should have known something like this would happen.
"I wasn't trying to! A house elf apparated me here!" exclaimed Draco.
He didn't get a close look at who it was, but they seemed familiar.
Luckily, Lucius was able to take him to Hogwarts.
He was dismayed to learn that another Weasley was at school.
"How many of them are there?" questioned the boy.
But on the lighter side of things, his dad got him a present.
It was a Nimbus 2001.
"Awesome!" exclaimed Draco.
He also asked the Slytherin Quidditch team if he could join them.
They decided to give him a chance.
Though it also helped that they received Nimbus 2001s as well.
Draco inevitably boasted about it to his peers.
And he also showed up during Gryffindor quidditch practice.
Oliver Wood had unsurprisingly chosen to practice during a warm, sunny day.
Mary and her friends were surprised to see Draco during Mary's training.
"Are you here to send me another hate letter?" asked Mary sarcastically.
"No….I won't be doing that anymore." answered Draco.
"I appreciate that." remarked the redheaded girl.
It seemed he had learned his lesson.
Though she wondered if something happened to him.
"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" asked Ron.
"I'm showing off my new broom!" exclaimed Draco.
The Gryffindors found it to be impressive.
"I haven't seen you in a while." remarked Neville.
"I got apparated away while I was on a train. Stupid house elf." noted the blonde.
"Couldn't you have shown it off during Madam Hooch's class?" questioned Mary.
They were a little busy right now.
"Maybe, but guess what? I'm going to be seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch Team!" exclaimed Draco.
"Really?" asked Ginny.
She had watched Quidditch when she was younger. Now she could experience it live.
"I would have been the youngest ever in a hundred years, but Mary took that title from me." pouted Draco.
It wasn't fair to him.
"Well, you're still the youngest person to join the Slytherin Quidditch Team in a hundred years." pointed out Mary.
No need to get too jealous.
Since he had stopped writing her hate mail, she would be nice to him for now.
"Aren't you a little young to be playing on the Slytherin Quidditch Team?" questioned Oliver Wood.
He had thought that about Mary, but nobody was assuring him that Draco was talented enough for it.
"Yeah, but I can still beat you! Can your broom keep up with mine?" asked Draco.
"Well, I will admit your broom is faster." admitted Oliver.
"You do realize a good broomstick can't be a substitute for experience, am I right?" pointed out Hermione.
"Silence, you ugly mudblood!" shouted Draco.
Hermione gasped.
Other students gasped as well.
Even Crabbe and Goyle seemed a bit on edge.
Ron was the first to speak afterwards.
"That's racist! You can't say the M word!" exclaimed Ron.
"I better not say that in public then." remarked Mary.
"Of course I can! I think I just might say it again." noted Draco Malfoy.
"Oh no, you won't!" exclaimed Ron.
He attempted to cast a spell (specifically, the Slug-Vomiting Charm)…
…but forgot about his wand, which had been broken yesterday by the Whomping Willow.
He ended up being hit by the charm instead.
Suddenly, he started puking up slugs.
The Slytherins all began to laugh, Malfoy especially.
"Your last name should be Slugley!" bellowed the blonde boy.
Suddenly, Hermione levitated one of the slugs.
She then stuck it in Draco's pants.
He stopped laughing and started panicking.
"Get it out! Get it out!" demanded the boy.
This time, the Slytherins laughed at him instead.
McGonagall eventually removed the slug, but also fined Draco twenty five points for using such foul language.
This caused the Slytherin Quidditch Team to reconsider including him as seeker.
The brooms certainly were nice though. It certainly would be nice having them after losing the House Cup last year. Though second place wasn't too bad, was it?
Mary decided to visit Hagrid.
She meant to do it earlier but she got sidetracked by rescuing her friends.
Ron and Hermione followed her.
"Where are you three going?" asked Ginny.
"We're going to see Hagrid. He helped Mary get ready for Hogwarts." explained Hermione.
They considered him a friend for that reason.
"Can I come with?" questioned Ginny.
She wanted to make sure Ron was alright.
McGonagall could have docked him points for attempting to use a hex on Malfoy, but perhaps he was already being punished enough as it was.
And besides, he had the audacity to use one of the worst profanic words in wizardkind.
"Ron, are ye feeling okay? Mary, I'm glad ye made it to Hogwarts. I've heard ye have had trouble getting here aside from the blocked passageway." noted Hagrid.
That passageway was now fixed.
He heard something about the Dursleys barricading her room.
"I'm glad I made it too." remarked Mary.
Though she hoped this monster situation would get cleared up soon enough.
"Hermione, ye seem upset." noted Hagrid.
"I got called the M word." explained Hermione.
Rubeus gasped.
"Was it Malfoy? I didn't think he would go tha' far." asked the big man.
Unfortunately, he was wrong.
"Yes, it was." nodded the girl.
Fortunately for Ron, the slug puking seemed to be slowing down.
He had been provided a bucket to puke in.
"Why do people think that purebloods are better than Muggle-borns, anyway? I'm pretty sure ye've been acing your tests!" exclaimed Hagrid.
"I certainly am." nodded Hermione. She might want to consider becoming a teacher at Hogwarts herself someday.
Mary noticed Neville, who seemed to be chasing Vector.
She went outside the hut to investigate.
"Is he running away from you again?" questioned the girl who lived.
Vector seemed a bit of a troublemaker.
"No. I'm just letting him hop around." spoke Neville.
Vector had agreed not to hop too far away from him.
He needed a break from hopping though.
So, he decided to rest on a chicken egg.
However, Hagrid noticed what was going on through his window.
He ran out of his hut in a hurry.
"Wha' did ye think yer doing? No!" exclaimed Hagrid.
He grabbed Vector and held him close to him.
"Is this yer toad?" asked the half giant.
"Yeah. His name is Vector." explained Neville.
"Vector, ye never ever want ter lay on a fertile chicken egg! Ye'll hatch a basilisk!" exclaimed Hagrid.
Vector must have understood him, because he nodded in understanding.
He seemed frightened on the mention of a basilisk.
"A basilisk?" asked Mary.
"It's one of the most dangerous creatures of all! Only a rooster's crow can kill it!" shouted the man. Perhaps he was lucky he had a chicken coop.
Well, there were probably other ways. But its hide was extremely magic-resistant.
"I guess even you have standards as to what creatures you breed." remarked the girl with glasses.
"Sure do! I have ter keep everyone safe!" exclaimed Hagrid.
Neville was relieved to hear that.
"Does anything bad happen if a frog sits on a chicken egg?" questioned Ginny.
Croaky was sitting on one.
"Nae really. It just causes a gnome to hatch. Though they can be problematic while gardening." noted the half giant.
Sure enough, a gnome hatched from the egg.
"I'm going to make cookies!" exclaimed the newborn gnome. Seemed he was interested in baking.
"Will they be chocolate chip?" asked Mary.
The gnome nodded.
"Sounds good!" exclaimed the girl.
The gnome went to a nearby tree.
After visiting Hagrid, it was time to get to Gilderoy Lockhart's class.
It was nice having a teacher who didn't stutter all the time.
Though the cage that contained pixies made the students feel a bit nervous.
Was Lockhart planning to let them out? They seemed mischievous.
"Welcome to your first Defense against the Dark Arts class this year. Today I will teach you how to defend yourself from pixies." said Gilderoy Lockhart.
The first years were taking this class session with the second years. Gilderoy wanted some extra time to answer his fan mail.
The pixies were electric blue. They were the Cornish variety.
He opened the pixie cage…
…and all of a sudden, it was Bedlam.
The pixies began pilfering everyone's belongings.
And they were fast and could fly, so the students couldn't catch them.
"Aaaaaahhhh!" exclaimed Colin Creevey.
"That's my Sickle!" bellowed Ron.
"My lucky Knut!" shouted Justin, a Muggle-born.
"My glasses!" exclaimed Mary.
She sure hoped they didn't break.
"No worries everyone, I have just the spell to handle this situation." assured Gilderoy Lockhart.
"Hurry!" requested Justin.
Lockhart casted a spell.
"Peskipiksi Pesternomi!" exclaimed Gilderoy Lockhart.
His wand fizzled.
Unfortunately for him, that wasn't even a spell.
"Whoops! It must have been the slip of the tongue! Let me try a-"
Gilderoy was interrupted when a pixie stole his wand.
"Well, this is a crisis." remarked Lockhart.
Was there any way to stop the pixies?
One could only hope that Dumbledore himself wouldn't need to be called in.
A pixie tried to take Ginny's photograph of Mary.
"No! That's mine!" shouted the youngest Weasley.
Unfortunately, she couldn't stop the pixie from taking it.
The pixie laughed at her expense.
But unlucky for the pixie, this made Ginny angry.
And much like her mother, you would not like her when she was angry.
She grabbed her Defense against the Dark Arts and slammed the pixie with it.
The electric blue pixie collapsed to the ground, though she was still alive.
"Serves you right." said Ginny.
Suddenly, all the pixies stopped flying around.
They looked at Ginny curiously.
"Huh? What's going on?" questioned the first year girl.
"Ginny, you just took down their queen!" exclaimed Hermione.
"I did?" asked Ginny.
As it turned out, the pixie had a small crown on her head.
That was their monarch, alright.
"What does that mean?" questioned the redheaded girl with freckles.
"It means they'll do anything you tell them to do. You're in charge now." explained the brainy brunette.
"In that case, give everyone back what you took from them." ordered Ginny.
The pixies nodded and gave everyone their stuff back.
Lockhart gave his wand a kiss.
"Thanks, I don't want to go from being the girl who lived to being the girl who couldn't see three feet in front of her." remarked Mary.
"Now back to your cage!" demanded Ginny.
The pixies flew into their cage, which the redheaded girl locked shut.
"Bravo, Ginny! You passed my test! 25 points to Gryffindor!" exclaimed Gilderoy Lockhart, clapping his hands together.
"That was your test?" questioned Ginny.
Well, 25 points weren't bad.
So she decided not to complain.
"I'm starting to doubt Lockhart's talents." questioned Ron.
"He did say it was a test." pointed out Ginny.
The second-year Weasley just hoped Lockhart would be able to keep his students safe.
After class, Colin Creevey asked if he could take a picture of Ginny.
He had learned his lesson of Mary.
"You're taking pictures of me now?" asked the girl.
"You took down the pixie queen and got my camera back, so yes!" exclaimed Colin.
Ginny smiled for the camera.
"Wait, shouldn't the pictures be moving?" asked the girl.
"Is that not normal around here?" questioned Colin.
"Huh? Oh wait, I get it. You're a Muggle-born, aren't you?" asked Ginny.
"Does this mean you're a pureblood?" asked the photographer.
"Yeah. But don't worry. I don't discriminate against Muggle-borns. My dad doesn't, so I figured I shouldn't either." noted the girl.
"That makes me pretty happy. Can I take another picture of you?" questioned Colin.
Ginny nodded.
This sounded like the start of a great friendship.
In the next chapter, there's going to be a birthday party.
Oh wait, scratch that. It's going to be a deathday party.