A/N: ok guys im really sorry but harry potter and christine davet was a temporary titile until i found the one i wanted...and i did...its the same story just with a better name!
DISCLAIMER: so honsetly i dont anything except the davet family and the plot
R&R PLEASE!
and here we go...
Chapter 7:
Christine and Hermione woke up early the next morning and quietly snuck out of their dormitory without waking up their roommates. They groggily walked down stairs and evaluated the mess before their eyes. Cups, bottles, plates napkins, to sum it all up in one word debris, from the party covered the floor. Slowly, they began to clean it up using various charms, and the carpet began to reappear.
"Where's Ron?" asked Hermione angrily with a yawn, "Isn't he supposed to be helping us?"
"Well, you three gave the party so I don't think any of you should help clean up," Christine replied as if to accuse a child of stealing a cookie. Hermione just ignored the statement and continued flicking her wand at the littered rugs. As the girls finished cleaning the room and sat on the comfy couches to relax the boys came down.
"Morning all," Ron yawned as he ran his fingers through his ruffled red hair.
"Morning," Christine and Hermione absent-mindedly answered back. Harry stumbled over, sat next to Christine, still half asleep, and kissed her good morning.
"Well, let's go to breakfast," Ron smiled cheerfully as the others groaned.
"How can you think of food after all the junk we ate last night?" Hermione asked, looking a little green at the thought of food. Ron just sniggered at her question, and remained silent.
"I'm going to go get ready, I'm not hungry," stated Christine as she made her way back to her room.
"Wait! I'm coming with you," Hermione chimed in following her friend.
When the girls came back they found both Harry and Ron fast asleep on the couches, shivering.
"How are we going to wake them up?" Christine asked mischievously giving Hermione a wicked smile.
"Like this," she replied pulling out her wand, "Tarantallegra," she whispered. The boys jerked awake and began to dance uncontrollably, giving them a very awkward look. The girls began to laugh and ignored the pleas of their boyfriends. Finally, when they noticed that it was getting close to the start of classes and the boys were still in their pajamas, Hermione lifted the curse.
"That wasn't funny," panted Harry while glaring at the girls.
"Oh Harry, come one, we were just having a little fun waking you two up," Christine giggled playfully.
"Well there are other ways to wake a person you know," he snapped back; apparently he didn't find the joke as funny as the girls did.
"Harry I'm sorry, we wouldn't have done it if we thought you would be mad," Christine cooed as she wrapped her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. "Please Harry, say you forgive me." After giving it a moments thought, he slipped his arms around her waist and pecked her on the lips.
"Oh all right. But promise me next time, just pour a bucket of cold water over us," he joked.
The friends made their way to their lessons after a long argument between Ron and Hermione. Lessons were still as tough as ever and the homework was being dumped in by the truck loads every night. When they reached Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Twopenny wasn't there. The class began to busy themselves with conversation as they waited for their instructor. Not long after everyone was deeply immersed in conversation, Professor Twopenny silently entered the classroom, and waited for the buzz to die down. He looked horrible standing up there in front of the class; he looked like he had just met Grawp for the first time.
"Class, today we are going to learn how to protect ourselves against dementors," he paused as the class looked around at each other. "I know it's a fifth year skill, but considering who your teacher was last year, I think the topic requires a refresher," he gave the class a half hearted smile, as if it hurt him. "Now, if you would please pair off among yourselves. That's it. Now, in order to cast this charm, you will need to think of the strongest, happiest memory in your own life. Then say "Expecto Patronum." This will produce your patronous charm and it will take the shape of a specific animal. I will be watching you as you practice."
"Harry, of course, produced the charm on his first attempt, as did most of the members from the D.A. When Christine produced the charm, her patronous turned into a panther and did a couple of laps around the room before evaporating into a grey mist.
"Well done," smiled the professor as he walked over to Harry and Christine
"Thank you sir," Christine replied while returning the smile. She could now see that he was even more beat up than he was when he was standing in front of the class. His right eye was swollen, purple and blood shot. He had a huge gash above his left eye brow and had scratches all over his arms. As he continued to walk through the rest of the class, Christine noticed a scorch mark on the back of his neck.
"Harry, look," she whispered as she pointed to the back of the teacher's neck. "We've got to talk to him."
"Let's stay after class," Harry suggested. Christine silently nodded and continued practicing her charm.
The lesson went on and Christine had filled in Hermione and Ron to what was going on and what they were planning by the time class was dismissed. They agreed to stay after with their friends. The rest of the class had filed out and were on their way to lunch while the four Gryffindors remained behind. All four of them approached their instructor who was seated behind a desk and waited for him to acknowledge their presence.
"I should've guessed that you four would stay after class," Twopenny stated with a small grin on his face. "I suppose you want to know why I've stopped talking to you outside of lessons for the past weeks." The students nodded and before the professor could say anything, Hermione stepped forward.
"Sir, we also wanted to know where and what you got the bruises from."
"Well, I know you're going to be sick of hearing this, but," he paused as he got up from his desk, "I can't tell you much." Guessing that their silence meant that they understood, Twopenny continued.
"Ok well, I can't tell you where I was. But Lupin found another clue to where the Death Eaters might be gathering. When he and I went to track the lead, we ran into a group of Death Eaters. It wasn't easy getting away from them as you can see," he gestured to his injuries, "But we did."
"But what was the clue that you found that lead you there?" Christine interrupted before he could finish.
"That I cannot tell you because Lupin and I are the only ones that know about it besides Dumbledore of course. And even if I did know, I would certainly not tell the four of you because I know how you people work," he continued giving them an accusing look. "Now that's all I am able to tell you. If you have anymore questions I suggest talking to the Headmaster."
After a few moments of worried glances and silence, Harry bid the professor goodbye on behalf of his friends and they left the class.
The rest of the day Christine was a bit distracted from her lessons as she pondered over the little bit of information Twopenny had given them.
"He must've been around here somewhere because he already told us that they are meeting within the castle gates," she thought to herself, "But how could they be so well concealed with so many security charms in place?" None of this made sense to her, but before she could dwell on her thoughts a moment longer, she was jerked back to reality by the sudden scuffle of feet towards a door. She packed her potion ingredients and walked with Hermione back to the common room.
A few weeks passed and soon the thought of Christmas was no longer just a thought. Lessons were beginning to wind down for the break and the minds of the students began to take an interest in presents.
Christine couldn't wait for the holidays to come. Rhett and Careen where coming home and Harry was going to spend the holidays with her. She was in a great mood all the time now, and she would smile at people she didn't even know like she had been their best friend for ten years. This put Harry in a good mood too. He had taken the song "Twelve Days of Christmas" literally and was giving Christine small presents everyday starting on December 12.
The last day of lessons was upon them. Hermione and Christine were packing their trunks and talking with Lavender and Parvati.
"Do you guys have any plans for Christmas?" Christine asked half distracted with her packing.
"Just spending time with the family really," Parvati answered in a less than happy tone. She suddenly seemed to perk up when she asked her next question. "What about you? I hear that Harry is going over to your house for the holidays."
"Yes he is," Christine answered not looking up at the girls excited faces. "My brothers and sister are going to be there too. I don't think my dad will be though."
"Why not?" Lavender asked remembering that her dad was in the muggle army for the United States.
"He's been sent to the pentagon for a couple of weeks and I'm not sure when he's coming home. But I got a letter from my mum saying that my brother and sister will be coming home for Christmas," she continued while brightening up at the thought.
"That's cool," said Parvati seeming bored with the idea of family again.
"Sorry to interrupt," said Ginny popping her head through the door, "but we need to go to the carriages now."
"We'll be right down Ginny," Hermione informed her and the girls brought their trunks down to the carriages. Harry and Ron met up with the girls in the common room and together, they walked out to the carriages. They reached the trains and found an empty compartment near the back.
"Oy! There's an empty one over here!" Ron yelled back to his friends who were currently fighting their way through the crowd that was trying to find seats. " Hey! You munchkins stay away from here!" he snapped at a couple of third years who were eyeing the compartment.
"Ron be nice! It's the holidays you should be happy," Hermione hissed. "Excuse him, he seems to have been absent the day they passed out manners," she eyed him teasingly, "You can share a compartment with us if you like." The third years looked up at her about to accept, then looked at Ron.
"No thanks," one of the girls in the group said and they disappeared into the crowds.
"I think we need to work on your people skills mate," Harry grinned as he clapped his hand on Ron's shoulder. The friends made themselves comfortable in the cabin and settled in for the long ride.
They talked for a while before Ron and Hermione had to patrol the corridors and left. Christine cuddled up to Harry and told her more about her family before finally falling asleep in his arms. A couple hours later, they woke up and to the rude shaking of Hermione.
"Christine! Harry! Wake up!" Hermione's shrill voice rang through their ears like a high pitch squeal. "We're here." Slowly, Christine and Harry followed their friends off the train trailing their heavy trunks behind them.
At first, Christine couldn't find her family, but since she was saying good-bye to Ron and Hermione, she was glad she couldn't find them. But when she stepped off of the train and down onto the platform, she immediately spotted her mother and siblings standing a few meters away.
"There they are," Christine said to Harry as she waved to her mother. Harry looked a little pale, but smiled all the same. Christine left Harry standing next to the train, thinking he would follow her, and ran up to hug her mother.
Mrs. Davet was about the same height as Christine and had the same hourglass figure as her daughters. Her hair was much lighter than Christine's and had no curl to it whatsoever. She was standing with three other people; two of them looked a little older than Christine and the other was clearly younger. The older boy and girl were twins and had the same slight curl to their hair as Christine, but their eyes had a hazel tint to them. The little boy holding his mother's hand however, looked nothing like the rest of his family. His hair was more curly than any of the family's and his eyes were a crystal blue color.
When Christine finished saying her hello's and hugging her brothers and sister, she turned to see Harry hanging back next to the train. She walked over to him with a confused look on her face.
"What are you doing over here?" Christine asked as she grabbed Harry's hand and began to lead him over to her family.
"Nothing, just giving you a chance to say 'hi' to your family," Harry lied quickly.
"'Ya know Harry, you're not a very good liar when you lie to me," she stated looking him in the eye. Harry just blushed and allowed Christine to drag him over to her awaiting family.
"Mother, you remember Harry. Rhett, Careen, Cade, this is Harry Potter," Christine announced.
"Oh yes, how are you?" Mrs. Davet asked with a warm and friendly smile.
"Fine thank you," Harry replied with a slightly nervous smile. Christine noticed he had a tinge of pink in his cheeks.
"Hi Harry, I'm Rhett," the older boy said, extending his hand for Harry to shake. Harry just smiled and nodded his head as he accepted his hand. The girl standing behind Rhett stepped forward and with the same warm smile as her mother said, "Hi, my names Careen. It's nice to meet you."
"Hi," Harry whispered through his smile, which was now more relaxed.
The little boy who had been standing next to his mother and older brother didn't say anything; he just seemed to be examining Harry with a look that reminded him of Professor Snape.
"Here, let me take that for you Christy," Rhett said as he took the handle of Christine's trunk.
"Thanks. Where's the car?" Christine asked.
"It's over there," her mother responded.
The car ride to the Davet house was short as the family lived on the outskirts of London, which was a convenience that was much appreciated by Mr. Davet who worked at the United States Embassy. Harry and Rhett began to unload the trunks out of the car and Cade carried in Hedwig's cage.
The house was beautiful, huge and very-well decorated. It had three stories; a basement, a main floor and a second floor. In the basement there was a game room with a pool table, a couch and a t.v. The first floor was meant for entertaining and had a huge dining room that could easily seat twelve people. The kitchen was large enough for about five other people to move around in and there were two other rooms on the floor. One was used as a family room for relaxing and the other was a formal sitting area that was only used when a lot of people were over at the house.
The second floor was a little smaller than the downstairs living rooms, but it still had room for five bedrooms. The master bedroom, three rooms for the kids, and then a guest room. Careen and Christine had shared a room since Cade was born and nobody had ever thought of changing the arrangements. The all of the rooms faced each other, except for the master bedroom which was at the end of the hallway.
After helping her mother with dinner, Christine quickly ran up the stairs to put her things away. Careen was right on her heels and slammed the door shut as she entered the room.
"Christine, guess what!" she blurted out with excitement oozing from her words.
"What?" Christine asked quickly as her curiosity again got the better of her.
"I just talked to mum and she got a letter from dad today. Christy, he's going to be home for the holidays!" Careen exclaimed.
"Really? Great! When is he coming?" she asked her older sister with an expectant look.
"I think she said he'll be home in time to get a Christmas tree, but I could be wrong so don't count on it too much," Careen added quickly as Christine jumped with delight. The girls talked for a couple of minutes on different things before the conversation turned to their love lives.
"So how's Eric?" Christine asked slyly as she casually put her clothes in her dresser.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to get to him," Careen smiled. She propped herself up on her elbow and completely ignored the question.
"More to my point I want to know more about Harry. I mean all I know is that you used to be best friends. When did he ask you out?" Careen stated with a look in her eyes that reminded of Christine a hunter about to close in on her prey.
"At the start of term. It was really quite nice actually," Christine answered remembering clearly the day they went to Hogsmeade. She made herself comfortable on her bed and recited the whole story to her sister who appropriately sighed and awed at the right places.
"So when I told him that mum said it would be okay if he stayed with us, he was happier than ever," Christine finished about five minutes later.
"Kids, it's time for dinner!" Mrs. Davet yelled up the stairs from the kitchen.
"Well I think he's sweet, and I give you my full permission to date him longer, because Lord knows you've liked a more stupider person," Careen giggled as the girls left their room.
"Thank you, your majesty," Christine retorted sarcastically, adding the curtsey for dramatic effect. Her sister laughed and walked down the stairs. Christine lagged behind, noticing that Harry was still in his room unpacking.
"Hey, everything all right?" Christine asked as she knocked on the door.
"Yeah, everything's fine. Just making sure I have all the presents I'm supposed to have," Harry responded as he closed his trunk.
"Harry you didn't have to get me another present," Christine reminded him with a hint of embarrassment in her voice.
"I know, but I like giving you things, and I got presents for your family as well," he beamed proudly.
"Harry, you didn't hav– "
"–ave to buy them presents," Harry imitated her with a bored expression on his face. "I know that, but this is the first time I'll have the chance to buy presents for more than ten people."
Christine, who had found herself sitting on his bed, looked into his eyes and couldn't argue with him anymore. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and began to head down to dinner.
"Hey, how did you know what to get everybody?" Christine questioned as she just thought of that little problem.
"Well, I asked Fred and George help me with Rhett's present, since they knew him in school. I had Hermione help with Careen's, and had Mr. and Mrs. Weasley help me with your parents," Harry explained as he took her hand and walked with her down the stairs.
"Well what about Cade? Who did you have help you with him?" she asked Harry now worried that he might have forgotten her youngest brother.
"I got him something from Fred and George's shop," Harry grinned.
"My mother is going to kill you Harry," Christine laughed. The couple reached the kitchen table where everyone was waiting for them. They sat down to a lovely dinner and desert that was prepared by the girls and their mother. After dinner the family moved into the living room where they listened to Rhett talk about his job in Boston and Careen and Parris. Harry seemed to slowly slide into the comfort of the family and was as relaxed with them as he was the Weasley's by the time the night was over. Soon, Mrs. Davet announced that she was going to bed and she was soon followed by the rest of her children and Harry.
When Christine had changed into her warm pajama pants and tank top, she went to make sure Harry had everything he needed. She knocked on the door a couple times before he answered and let her enter.
"Hi," Christine smiled, "Sorry, I know you're probably really tired, but I just wanted to make sure you didn't need anything. We have some extra blankets if you want one in the closet."
"Thanks," he said, "But I think I'll be fine."
"Ok, well goodnight," she said and turned to leave the room.
"Hey!" Harry said quickly as he got off the bed and hurried over to Christine. "You didn't think you'd get away without giving me a goodnight kiss did you?"
"Oh how could I have been so stupid?" Christine teased. She gave him a quick nothing kiss on his cheek and turned to leave again.
"Oh you're so funny," Harry laughed sarcastically before grabbing her arm and turning her back around. He kissed her sweetly and let her go with a whispered goodnight. Christine smiled at him and went back to her room.