So in the last chapter Bbybeckzi caught that I've been copying some stuff from the book, like the thing with Riddle's memory, the reason for this, I didn't write the original book, I can't remember everything word for word, and I want to keep events as accurate as I can so I don't have anyone saying "That didn't happen what happened was…" You see even if it's helpful, I don't like criticism because I mentally go "Oh no, I made a mistake! I'm a failure as a human being!" and then I fix it and upload the whole chapter again even if it was only one misspelled word….Where was I going with this? Oh yeah, right, yeah so since I'm copying some of the events, I sometimes forget to change the pronouns, sorry if that confused anyone.
Now I suppose you might be wondering This is a fan fiction, aren't events supposed to change?" and the answer to that is "Not right now. The major changes will come when the books start killing off the characters I like(Darn it Rowling. Why'd you have to off all of the good Marauders? Why?) so until that point all that's going to happen with Bree is that there will be some rather minor changes to events and there with be new scenes in which she causes new rules to be written.
To peltra: No, Malfoy's not getting possessed, but the next part was the scene where Ginny finds out that Harry has the diary because Draco taunts Harry about the diary and I didn't want Bree to see it because she'd be like "Hey that book is supposed to be ashes in the fire place." but I still wanted to show that Harry had indeed recovered the diary from the fireplace. If you read that chapter in the book you'll find that Harry got the diary back from Draco by using a disarming spell.
It was March. Bree was bored, and as you readers have probably figured out by now, a bored Bree is not a good thing. As it was getting close to St. Patrick's day she decided to do something… festive.
"You want me to what?" Seamus Finnegan asked incredulously.
"You heard me. I'll pay you." Bree answered.
"How much?" Seamus inquired.
Bree sighed. "How much you want?"
"Two galleons." answered Seamus.
"Only if you spill something on Ernie Mcmillian." Bree responded.
"Alright." Seamus agreed.
Later that day, Seamus, who was wearing a Leprechaun outfit, Bree, and a gaggle of first years were gathered in McGonagall's office.
"Whose idea was this?" McGonagall asked tensely. Seamus and the first years pointed at Bree.
"Of course." McGonagall muttered to her self, then to Bree she said "Why did you think this was a good idea?"
"I didn't. I thought it was a funny idea." Bree answered. McGonagall sighed. "Detention, all of you."
9. I'm not allowed to pay Seamus Finnegan to run through the Great Hall in a leprechaun outfit, holding a box a cereal, yelling "They're after me Lucky Charms!"
- Especially if I pay first years to chase him.
(For more information on this incident refer to chapter 14 of "88 rules for a peaceful Hogwarts experience, which is now nearly at the 600 rule mark)
Bree was spending an unusual amount of time in the library, much to the horror of the twins, who feared that Hermione was rubbing off on her. She been through almost every book about magical creatures she could find and hadn't found any creatures with two big yellow eyes that could petrify and/or kill. But she had determined that the creature she saw in the memory was an acromantula, a baby one. After days of fruitless searching she decided to take a break by going to the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff Quidditch match.
The teams had barely stepped onto the field when McGonagall came out and announced that the match was cancelled and that all students should return to their dorms. Bree found out later that Hermione and a fifth year Ravenclaw prefect had been attacked. Even worse news came later. Hagrid had been arrested and Dumbledore had been suspended by the board of governors.
Fear spread throughout the school and no student was allowed to wander off on their own. Bree managed to get some books from the library to read in her dorm. She thought she had nearly found the answer, but the page had been ripped out.
Draco Malfoy seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the atmosphere of terror and suspicion.
It wasn't clear what he was so happy about until two weeks after Dumbledore had left the school, in potions class.
"I always thought Father might be the one who got rid of Dumbledore," he said to Crabbe and Goyle, not even trying to keep his voice down.
Bree, who had been in front of Malfoy, turned to him and inquired "Your Father, he's the one with the pimp cane right?"
"The what?" Malfoy asked.
"The pimp cane. It is kind of long. I wonder if it's compensating for something…" she said somewhat absently.
"What's a pimp cane?" Malfoy questioned.
"Do you know what a pimp is? No. Well you need to know what that is before I can tell you what a pimp cane is and"
Snape suddenly interrupted Bree. "Detention, Miss Smith." he stated coolly.
152. Lucious Malfoy's pimp cane is not "compensating for something."
153. Lucious Malfoy's cane is just a cane.
The next class was Herbology. Professor Sprout set them all to work pruning the Abyssinian Shrivelfigs. Bree overheard Ernie Macmillan apologize to Harry for suspecting him of being the Heir of Slytherin. Harry forgave him. Bree was less kind.
"Oh so you've made amends now." Bree said to Ernie. "I guess I'll tell the house elves to stop doing questionable things to you in your sleep then." Ernie went pale. "What?" he questioned in a meek voice. "She's just joking." Harry assured the Hufflepuff.
"You are just joking right?" he asked Bree as she began walking away. "Bree tell him you're joking. Bree!"
It was getting close to exam time and Bree wasn't able to cause any chaos at all, she was never alone to do anything.
About three days before exams McGonagall's voice echoed through the corridors. "All students to return to their House dormitories at once. All teachers return to the staff room. Immediately, please."
Bree returned to her common room. No one knew what had happened, but thought that it must have been another attack. Professor McGonagall came and told them all what had happened; Ginny Weasley had been taken to the Chamber of Secrets. The students would all be sent home the next day.
It was one of the worst days of Bree's entire life. She didn't know whether to cry or be sick, instead she just sat quietly in a corner of the common room with Ron, Harry, Fred, and George. Percy had sent a letter to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley then had tried to shut himself up in his dorm, but Bree had dragged him over to where is brothers were and muttered something about family needing to stay together at times like this before going up to her dorm to sleep.
Hours later Bree was roused from a peaceful slumber and was led to the Great Hall by Lavender Brown. When they got there Bree, still half asleep was a bit confused. There was a feast going on, but everyone was in their pajamas. She soon found out that Ginny Weasley had been rescued from the Chamber, Dumbledore had returned, the attacker had been found(Voldemort by way of a cursed diary), Lucious Malfoy had been kicked of the board of governors, Lockhart would no longer be teaching due to a backfired memory charm, and the exams had been cancelled. The celebration all night. At one point Harry came over to talk to Bree.
"Um Bree…" Harry began uncertainly "When I was in the Chamber, Riddle's memory said that you had found the diary. He said that he had tried to gain your trust but you knew he was lying so you chucked the diary in the fire. How did you know?"
Bree sighed. "In the memory, Hagrid was keeping a giant spider. Spider's don't petrify people. And he doesn't have anything against muggleborns, he doesn't speak to snakes, so he wasn't a likely candidate for the Heir of Slytherin, and frankly he's not smart enough to have planned the whole thing out." she explained.
"Oh, um…why didn't you tell anyone about the diary, since you knew it lied?" Harry asked.
"I was mad at it. I don't like being lied to, especially not by a book. By the time I thought of telling someone it appeared that all the proof I had that I wasn't making it up had burned to ash." Bree answered.
The rest of the term passed quickly. Too soon, it was time for the journey home on the Hogwarts Express. Bree, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Ginny got a compartment to themselves. They made the most of the last few hours in which they were allowed to do magic before the holidays. They played Exploding Snap, set off the very last of Fred and George's Filibuster fireworks(Bree was keeping hers to use over the summer), and practiced disarming each other by magic. Harry was getting very good at it.
They were almost at King's Cross when Harry remembered something.
"Ginny, what did you see Percy doing, that he didn't want you to tell anyone?"
"Oh, that," said Ginny, giggling. "Well, Percy's got a girlfriend."
"Fred dropped a stack of books on George's head.
"What?"
"It's that Ravenclaw prefect, Penelope Clearwater," Ginny stated.
"That's who he was writing to all last summer. He's been meeting her all over the school in secret. I walked in on them kissing in an empty classroom one day. He was so upset when she was, you know, attacked. You won't tease him, will you?" she added anxiously.
"Wouldn't dream of it," said Fred, who was looking like his birthday had come early.
"Definitely not," said George, sniggering.
The Hogwarts Express slowed and finally stopped.
Harry pulled out his quill and a bit of parchment and turned to Ron and Hermione.
"This is called a telephone number," he told Ron, scribbling it twice, tearing the parchment in two, and handing it to them. "I told your dad how to use a telephone last summer, he'll know. Call me at the Dursleys', okay? I can't stand another two months with only Dudley to talk to…"
"Your aunt and uncle will be proud, though, won't they?" Hermione asked as they got off the train and joined the crowd thronging toward the enchanted barrier. "When they hear what you did this year?"
"Proud?" said Harry. "Are you crazy? All those times I could've died, and I didn't manage it? They'll be furious…"
Bree heard this and was already plotting when she exited the barrier.
And so ends year two. Year three will be next, of course. I'm recently taken on a themes challenge that allows me to use OC's so look for Bree in my newest story, called "Harry Potter Themes."
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