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During the last weeks of school Bree was not able to cause a sufficient amount of chaos in the school. Between the exams and the heat she just didn't have the energy. But she did try.
Hermione was sitting in the common room studying, when Bree walked in carrying a tape measure. Bree walked over to Hermione and wrapped to trap measure around her head.
"What are you doing?" the busy haired girl growled.
"Measuring your head to make sure it won't explode from information overload." the blond replied, then removed the tape and wrote something down in a notebook.
415. Not allowed to periodically measure Hermione's head to make sure it won't explode from information overload.
"Right, well I'm off to check on the Ravenclaws." Bree said as she made her way out of the common room.
Hermione sat for a moment, then went to get Professor McGonagall.
- nor am I to do this to any Ravenclaw student.
Finally, the very last week of school came about and Bree no longer had to worry about exams. She wandered down to the lake where she found Lee and the twins were tickling the giant squid. She ignored them and hoped into the lake, robes and all. Once her clothes were soaked she marched her soggy self over to the grass, laid down, and took a nap, ignoring the odd looks she got from Fred, George, and Lee.
Bree woke up a while later. Sort of. In her half asleep state she heard the twins and Lee talking. Something about dragons, women , and the twins older brother. Bree drifted back to sleep.
That night Bree couldn't sleep. This was probably because of the nap she took by the lake. Because of this was able to hear Hermione get up.
"Where are you off to?" she whispered when Hermione was by the door.
Hermione turned around, startled. "Um Bree I was just" "Shh!" Bree interrupted Hermione. "Do you want to wake up the others?" she scolded. Bree frowned in thought for a moment, then grinned. "Go on, off with you. We'll negotiate the price of my silence later." she whispered. Hermione nodded and left. Bree rolled over and tried to sleep.
The next day Bree heard that Harry and Ron were in the hospital wing. Harry was unconscious and Ron had a head injury. Quickly word spread throughout the school of what had happened. Apparently the Philosopher's stone had been hidden on the third floor. Quirrel, who had been possessed by the ghost of Voldemort, had tried to steal it, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had stopped him. Bree didn't like this fact one bit. What was Dumbledore thinking, having such a potential danger put in the school? Her concerns were ignored in favor of a Gryffindor "Our Firstes are Heroes" party.
The next day Ron was released from the hospital wing. Most of the students kept asking him to tell them about what happened. Except for the Slytherins, but they did listen intently.
The Weasley Twins tried to get Bree to help them send Harry a toilet seat. Bree declined, pointing out that they weren't allowed it the same restroom. She then went to the kitchens.
Bree had just finished explaining Dumbledore's endangerment of the school to the house elves, and now the elves were talking amongst themselves. Finally, one of the house elves, a female named Natty who was apparently their chosen spokesperson, spokeself? Anyway Natty stepped forward and began talking to Bree.
"We thinks that Master Dumbly has been very, very naughty." she stated. The house elves behind her nodded in agreement. "We thinks naughty Dumbly needs to be punished. But we doesn't know what to do. Does slightly crazy and most vindictive Miss Bree have ideas?" she asked.
Bree grinned and pulled a couple three bottles out of her pocket. "Just put some of this into Dumbledore's food, and on the night of the feast add a whole bottle to his food." she instructed as she handed Natty the bottles.
"Potions, Miss Bree?" Natty asked.
Bree shook her head. "Hot sauce."
Over the next two days Dumbledore looked increasingly flushed. Finally it was time for the feast.
"Another year gone!" Dumbledore said cheerfully to the assembled students. "And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were… you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts…
Now, as I understand it, the house cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, four hundred and seventy-two."
A storm of cheering and stamping broke out from the Slytherin table.
"Yes, Yes, well done, Slytherin," said Dumbledore. "However, recent events must be taken into account."
The room went very still. The Slytherins' smiles faded a little.
"Ahem," said Dumbledore. "I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes… First — to Mr. Ronald Weasley…"
Ron went purple in the face; Bree thought that this clashed with his hair.
"… for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."
Gryffindor cheers nearly raised the bewitched ceiling; the stars overhead seemed to quiver. Percy could be heard telling the other prefects, "My brother, you know! My youngest brother! Got past McGonagall's giant chess set!"
Bree snorted in distain. So what? It was played just like regular chess, just with more lethal potential.
At last there was silence again.
"Second, to Miss Hermione Granger, for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."
Hermione buried her face in her arms. She appeared to be crying.
Gryffindors up and down the table were beside themselves — they were a hundred points up.
"Third, to Mr. Harry Potter," said Dumbledore. The room went deadly quiet. " for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house sixty points."
Gryffindor house broke out into loud cheers again. They were tied with Slytherin.
Dumbledore raised his hand. The room gradually fell silent.
"There are all kinds of courage," said Dumbledore, smiling. "It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom."
The loudest cheers of all broke out.
"Which means," Dumbledore called over the storm of applause, for even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were celebrating the downfall of Slytherin, "we need a little change of decoration."
He clapped his hands. In an instant, the green hangings became scarlet and the silver became gold; the huge Slytherin serpent vanished and a towering Gryffindor lion took its place. Snape was shaking Professor McGonagall's hand, with a horrible, forced smile.
Finally the food was presented. Bree watched Dumbledore out of the corner of her eye and smiled as he took his first bite of food. His face soon turned red and he began to guzzle his pumpkin juice. Bree smiled and began to eat her own meal. Halfway through she paused, something had been nagging at the back of her mind. She turned to Percy.
"Is it true that your older brother likes dragons more than women?" she asked. Percy choked on his pumpkin juice. The twins were nearby and had answered before Percy could.
"Yeah but,"
"Bill has always at bit odd."
"Lies!" Percy shouted. "Don't listen too them." he said to Bree.
"It's true Perce."
"In his last letter Bill said"
"that he's found a nice she dragon and she's"
"one hell of a"
Bree didn't hear what the dragon was because Percy had covered her ears and began shouting "Lies! Lies! Don't listen to them!"
488. Not allowed to ask any Weasely "Is it true that your older brother likes dragons more than women?"
The next day the students left Hogwarts. The train ride was uneventful. When they arrived at the platform Bree got a look at Harry's family. She didn't like them. Them uncle and cousin were far to overweight for their age and height, and Harry was so thin! The aunt was thin as well, but that seemed to be from her attempts at feminine perfection. But she had passed that point and know looked anorexic. Having a mother who works in a hospital and talks to you about these things made her able to identify when something was off. Harry departed with is family, and Bree soon saw the Weasley children with who she assumed was their mother and younger sister.
Bree approached them and heard Percy say "The twins have been corrupting the innocent."
"He's not talking about me is he?" she asked Fred, at least she thought it was Fred. She was getting a bit better at telling them apart, but it was still hard.
Fred laughed. "Mum this is Bree. She's from America." he introduced.
"Hello Ma'am nice to meet you." Bree stated.
"Oh, such a polite girl." Mrs. Weasley cooed.
"Bree." a male voice called. Bree turned and saw a very tall man, over six feet. He had dark hair and a mustache. "Hello Dad." Bree greeted. "These are the Weasley's. Ron is in my year, the twins, Fred and George, are a little older than him, and Percy is older than them. Ginny will be coming to school next year, and this is their Mother, Mrs. Weasley." She gestured at each Weasley as she introduced them.
"Beautiful family you have ma'am." Mr. Smith said.
"Yes. Thank you." Mrs. Weasley choked out, a bit shocked by the man's height.
"Time to go Bree." He said to his daughter. Bree nodded. "Goodbye." she said to the Weasleys. "Bye Bree." said Fred. "Make sure to write." said George. Bree nodded and left the station with her father.
And so ends year one. Subsequent years will be longer, but that's just the way the books work. Might include a chapter about Bree's summer.
Also, Bree's Dad is based, loosely, on my own who is that tall. My mother is also quite tall. Because of this I always feel short and am secretly pleased when I find someone shorter than me. This fact may also come up with Bree.
This update took awhile because I watched a show about earthquakes and then got inspired to write and AU of what I have planned for Bree's seventh year. It's not much of a comedy more of a survivors drama. Here's a little preview, aka, random senquential paragraph time.
It was the summer before her Seventh Year. Bree was on vacation. She was visiting family in California. Well more accurately she was standing outside the airport, waiting to be picked up. Bree was under the skywalk in order to protect herself from the hot sun, even so she was just happy to be away from the current turmoil in wizarding England. And then the shaking started. Growing up in California Bree had experienced a lot of small tremors, they didn't last long, and never caused much damaged.
This was nothing like those. This was a devastating 8.0 mega quake. Bree was thrown onto her hand and knees. The ground moved as if it were fluid. People started screaming. The building began to crumble and the skywalk began to collapse on her. Bree couldn't run, the shaking was so bad. So she did the only thing she could in order to protect herself. She pulled out her wand and cast Protego.
Hermione was the first to hear of the disaster. Television is great that way, telling you the news almost as it is happening. There were images of a collapsed Hollywood sign, of a destroyed Golden Gate Bridge.
Bree was walking. This simple act was hindered by the broken roads, rubble from collapsed building, and the fires that now burned unchecked all around. But still she kept walking in the hot sun down a broken highway. She was headed east, out of the God forsaken state.
Bree suddenly came to a sudden stop. Before her was one of San Diego's many highway overpasses. It had collapsed, crushing the cars beneath it and causing the ones on it to come crashing to the ground. She was about to start climbing over it when she heard a noise. She thought she was imagining things when she heard it again. Someone was crying.
She looked around and quickly found the source of the noise. There was a spot where a large piece of the overpass was sitting at an angle. This was because one end was kept elevated by the rubble of a support post. Due to this there was a gap between the overpass and the ground where a partially crushed car was. In the car there was a woman trapped in the driver's seat. She was the one crying.
George was shocked when he heard the news. How could something so horrible happen for no reason? California had been devastated. Building had collapsed into the streets and the high ways had been ripped apart making nearly impossible to get help to anyone trapped in the rubble. The help that did get there mostly found bodies, few survivors. George had decided that Bree would not be one of the bodies, she would be a survivor. She would come out of the rubble alive and whole.
And that's the preview. What I have so far is about five pages. As you can probably tell it switches from Bree's point of view, to the point of view of people back in England. I'm not sure wheter I should publish it or not, 'cause it's not the real ending of Bree's Hogwarts experience, and if I do put it up should I put up what I have now, or wait until I get to year seven and put both versions up at the same time?
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