Chapter 2

In Memoriam

That morning saw me, Ivy, Sheila, and Wolfie in my room preparing for a trip to Godric's Hollow. We were applying our tattoos, Sheila was applying Ivy's, Ivy was applying mine and I was applying Sheila's and Wolfie's. To be honest, it was sort of awkward. The things I did for She-Cat.

"Alright, peel on three." Ivy said, grabbing a corner of the temporary tattoo and taking her hand off my breast. "One, two, three. Peel."

I peeled the paper off the tattoo on Sheila and Wolfie and all four of us had flawless paw prints over our breasts.

We all nodded before putting on our dresses. After the memorial, we were going to Ivy's dad's house to break the news that Ivy and Blaise were getting married.

Mine was the dress I wore to plenty of wizard funerals before this. It was a scoop neck, to show the tattoo (I had Transfigured it as such) with t-shirt sleeves (Hey, it was warm this time of year) and the skirt reached my knees with a slim skirt.

All of my friends were wearing the same dress as mine as we all started doing each other's hair.

Wolfie was waving my hair as I put Ivy's hair in a high ponytail. Ivy was working on Sheila's braid.

When we were dressed and presentable, we all nodded to each other and went down to find Harry dressed in a black t-shirt and his good black jeans.

"Alright, we'll deal." Sheila said as Draco came down, typically dressed like James Bond.

"Well, well, don't we look…?" I started.

"Foolish?" Harry asked.

"I was thinking more along the lines of cultivated." I said with a grin.

"Thank you." Draco said, giving Harry a dark look. "Let's get going. Wait, where's Zabini?"

"Right here." Blaise said, coming down in the same thing as Harry.

"Am I the only one that wants to try, here?" Draco asked with a shrug.

"What can I say, Drake?" Blaise said. "You're one of the women."

"HEY!" Draco said. "Hannah can definitely tell you otherwise, especially after last-"

"OI!" Harry said. "Keep it PG!"

I rolled my eyes, grabbing my wand. "Come on, the rest of the coven's meeting us there. Let's roll." I said, leaving the house.

When we got to Godric's Hollow and got to the church cemetery, I instantly went to the grave that looked the freshest dug.

Her headstone was white with a few colourful decorations on it to accent her personality, a paw print was at the heart of it, above her name.

I bowed my head, laying her cat ears and tail on her grave, standing up and wiping my eyes.

"We never got to go to her funeral." I said. "But we can be here now…it's a lot more…personalized."

Ivy nodded, clearing her throat. "She-Cat was one of those people that would pick someone up when they were down." she said. "Someone who's screwed up mind would find some way to be the highlight of someone's day."

"She was one of those girls that didn't care what other people thought." Sheila said with a catch in her throat, her New Zealand Firescale, Fireball, bursting into tears on her shoulder. "She befriended anyone that'd have her, despite what other people said about them."

I swallowed, taking my chance to speak. "Even in the darkest hours of the war, her personality was like a beacon, knowing there were a few people who were dancing through the hard times. Her humour was sometimes what we needed to pick us all up. And even in her final hour," my voice caught as I fought not to cry.

"Even in her final hour, she had a few glaring moments of hilarity that made the final battle bearable." Wolfie said, letting me compose myself. When I had, Wolfie nodded to me, allowing me to finish.

"But in between the hilarity, the insanity, and the…odd dressing patterns." I said, looking down at her tail and ears as the coven chuckled. "She was a friend. A friend that'd pick you up when you needed it, gave you advice in her special way…" I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. "saving lives even when it took her own. She went down fighting, saving my life, and for that, I will be forever guilty…and forever grateful." I grabbed my wand and laid a bouquet of roses at the head of the grave. "I said it in the Charms classroom, and I'll say it again, She-Cat, you served this world well, my friend."

"Amen." my friends said, nodding solemnly.

We stayed there for ten minutes before going to Ivy's to break the news to her dad and grandmother that she was getting married.

Ivy unlocked the door. "Daddy! I'm home, and I brought my coven!"

Daniel Duff came down to the hall, hugging his daughter. "Hello, Ivy."

"Hi, Mr. Duff." I said with a grin.

"Hello, Hannah, or should I say Harley?" Mr. Duff said, shaking my hand.

I laughed as Draco wrapped an arm around me.

"Come in, come in." Mr. Duff said, leading the coven to the living room and beckoning us all to have a seat. "Zabini." he added to Blaise.

"Hello, sir." Blaise said with a smile as he wrapped an arm around Ivy. "You're looking well."

"Thank you, Zabini." Mr. Duff said. "Still dating my daughter, I see." he added coldly.

"Yes, sir." Blaise said as Ivy paled.

"Uh…Daddy, there's something I have to tell you." Ivy said.

"What is it, honey?" Mr. Duff asked, looking to Blaise.

Ivy swallowed. "Um…Blaise and I…"

"You're pregnant!" Mr. Duff said, glaring at Blaise. "That's it, isn't it!?" he asked.

"No, Daddy, no!" Ivy said. "We still haven't even taken that step yet!"

"Smart." Mr. Duff said.

"Sir, Ivy isn't pregnant." Blaise said. "Now, I know traditionally I should have asked permission first, but seeing as Ivy has already said yes and I don't want her to feel pressured to change her mind, I'm asking for your blessing. We're getting married."

Mr Duff looked as if someone had hit him hard over the head. His mouth agape.

"Uh, Janelle do you know that our Ivy's marrying a Slytherin?" he called.

Ivy's grandmother came into the kitchen, looking at the coven as she handed out cookies. "That's lovely for her." she said.

"No, it's not!" Mr Duff said. "This is just like Victoria all over again! Before we know it, we will be going to Azkaban for a death bed visit!"

"Mr. Duff, with all due respect," I said. "Blaise is far from the Death Eater that put Ivy's sister into Azkaban, he was never Marked by You-Know-Who, he's one of the most responsible; caring; humorous, of course; loving people I've ever known." I said.

"Thank. You." Blaise mouthed to me.

"You owe me." I mouthed back.

"You're turning into a Malfoy." Blaise said as Mr Duff took in this new information.

"Should have seen this coming." Mr. Duff said. "Zabini, you may be a Slytherin, and you may be the best friend to a…Death Eater." he took a look at Draco. "But Hannah is like a daughter to me, and I will take her word on what she's said about you. You have my blessing to marry my daughter."

Ivy beamed as Blaise picked her up and spun her around.

"Welcome to the family, Zabini." Mr. Duff said with a grin.

"Call me, Blaise, sir." Blaise said, holding out his hand.

"All right, Blaise." Mr Duff said, shaking Blaise's hand.

"So what do you want in exchange, Hannah?" Blaise mouthed as Ivy and her grandmother started talking wedding plans.

"Hockey tickets." I mouthed.

"Kitchener?" Blaise mouthed.

I nodded. "Glass. Seats."

Blaise sighed. "I'll see what I can do. How many?"

"Two." I said, nodding to Draco.

"Fine." Blaise mouthed. "The things you want for repayment. You are a Malfoy."

"Dating one." I smirked, putting my head on Draco's shoulder. "Draco, we're going to a hockey game!"

"Not yet." Blaise mouthed. "Give it say…November. I can get you tickets to Kingston, Belleville and Ottawa."

"Yes!" I said. "Draco, we're going to three hockey games."

"No, you're not!" Harry hissed. "You aren't spending a weekend out of the country with him by yourself."

"Fine!" I said. "Blaise, make it three tickets."

Blaise nodded and I turned to Harry. "I hate you." I said.

"Only thinking about you." Harry said.

"Potter, what do you think I'm going to do?" Draco asked with a smirk. "Kidnap her and hold her hostage in Canada until I get a ransom? Please, I'm loaded anyway. Besides, she'd enjoy being a hostage too much."

"That's true." I said with a grin.

After a few hours, we got home and I flopped on the couch with a contented sigh.

"How're you doing?" Harry asked.

"Full, sleepy and very happy." I said, Transfiguring my dress into a pair of sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt.

"Goofball Mei-Mei." Harry said, plopping down next to me and pulling me into his lap, putting on a movie.

I smiled contently, cuddling into him. These were the moments I missed in the war, just cuddling with my brother.

Had Voldemort gotten his way, I would have been a real orphan, no family, not even my brother.

Harry wrapped his arms around me as we watched the movie, Harry blowing on my face.

I laughed. "Stop it!" I said.

"You stop it!" Harry said.

"Stop what, then, genius boy?" I asked.

"Being so damn cute!" Harry said, ruffling my hair.

"I can't help that, Fart Muncher!" I said.

"Cock sucker." Harry said.

"Chosen One wannabe." I said.

"Fame Monger." Harry sneered.

"Fame Hog!" I shouted, punching him.

"Fame Thief!" Harry shouted as I punched him again.

Before we knew what was happening, we were rolling on the floor, wrestling and laughing at the same time.

Harry and I looked to each other, laughing as he pulled me up onto the couch again.

"Hey, Harry." I whispered sleepily.

"Hmm?"

"I'm glad we're finally going to share a dorm." I said.

"Yeah, even if I have to share with Malfoy." Harry said.

"Come on, Harry, Draco isn't so bad." I said. "He saved my life, remember?"

"Meh, I still don't like him!" Harry said.

"Suck it up." I said. "Please? For me?"

"Ok, ok." Harry said.

I smiled, cuddling into my brother and going to sleep.

The next morning, we all went to Diagon Alley to get our school supplies and new robes.

When Harry, Draco, Mel, Hermione, Sheila and I got into the Leaky Cauldron, all business in the bar stopped.

"Bless my soul." Tom, the bartender said with a gasp. "Hannah Potter."

The bar burst into applause and I flushed when a little girl tugged on my jeans.

"C-Can I have your autograph?" she asked nervously, looking up at me with terrified, big blue eyes.

"Sure thing, sweetie." I said, taking her quill and signing her parchment. "And for future reference, I'm just a regular person, just like you. I put my robe on one sleeve at a time."

The little girl looked up at me, then at Draco and smiled. "You're Draco!" She squealed.

"Yes, yes I am." Draco said with a smirk.

The little girl's eyes lit up and she went back to her mother, giggling. "Mummy, Mummy, I met Drannah!"

I giggled. "Aw, she's so sweet." I said with a smile as Harry opened the doorway to Diagon Alley.

"She's a kid, she's supposed to be sweet." Draco said with a smirk.

I giggled, suddenly watching around at all the looks of admiration I was getting from shoppers.

"Oh my god, it's like they haven't seen the Girl Who Lived before." Harry whispered.

"They have, they just haven't seen the Girl Who Kicked the Dark Lord's Ass before." Draco said, making me laugh as we got to Madam Malkin's.

"Miss Potter!" Madam Malkin said with a gasp, shooting up from her seat. "What can I do for you?"

"Actually, I'd like some school robes for my boyfriend's sister, please." I said, gesturing to Mel.

"Of course, of course." Madam Malkin said, setting Mel on the pedestal and measuring her, slipping a black robe over her head. "And you lot are here for robes as well?" she asked.

"Yes." we all said together.

Madam Malkin nodded and assistants started measuring me.

"Whoa…" I said. "Speedy service. I could get used to being famous."

"You were already famous, you just became the level of famous that entitles you to a celebrity status. Like Potter here was when he survived the Killing Curse and broke the Dark Lord's power the first time."

"Holy crap…" I said. "Ok, this'll take a little getting used to." I admitted, biting my lip.

We went back to Grimmauld Place, Mel looking over her books and starting to pack, taking Draco with her as Harry and I packed in my room.

"Hey, Harry, clean your fucking skid-marked underwear!" I said, chucking a pair of his dirty briefs at him.

"Clean up your fucking bras!" Harry shouted, tossing my bra at me.

"Hey!" I shouted, throwing my underwear into my trunk and smothering my brother with his dirty knickers.

"HEY, YOU BITCH!" Harry's muffled cries sounded, grabbing another pair and smothering me with them!

"URGH! You're such a filthy pervert!" I said, tackling him.

For the second time that night, Harry and I started wrestling, both of us throwing the underwear off our faces with a grunt.

I put my brother in a full nelson and yanked the hair on the back of his neck.

"OK! OK! UNCLE!" Harry shouted, forcing me off him.

Harry and I laughed when we got up on the bed again, resuming our packing and throwing laundry for Kreacher to do down the chute.

"I love you, Ge-Ge." I said.

"Love you, too, Mei-Mei." Harry said, hugging me with one arm.

I put my head on my brother's shoulder with a smile as we finished packing, putting our trunks one on top of the other and crawling into bed.

Harry wrapped an arm around me as I cuddled into him, closing my eyes.

"These are the moments I miss." Harry said, playing with my hair. "When it was just you and me."

"The terrible twosome." I laughed.

"The Terror Twins." Harry laughed, making me laugh sleepily.

"And they'll be together again in a dorm near you!" I joked.

"Yeah, our own dorm. Finally, they see sense and let me bunk with my sister." Harry said.

"I know, I can't wait." I said, yawning.

"Go to sleep, Hannah." Harry said, rubbing my arm.

I smiled, resting my head on my brother's shoulder and closing my eyes. I was soon fast asleep.

A/N: Hello! Well, this is it. This will be the FINAL SYOFY I will be doing for this series. :'(. And this time, I will also be adding a SYOP (Submit your own professor). Seeing as I need two professors in the coveted halls of Hogwarts. Here are the forms. First years first! :D

Name:

Appearance:

House (in order of desire ie Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff):

Personality:

Wand:

Story (not mandatory):

Family:

Opinion of Harley Quinn:

Opinion of Drannah:

Friends:

Enemies:

And for the professors:

Name:

Appearance:

Hogwarts House:

Lesson they teach (Need Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Muggle Studies.):

Teaching style:

Personality:

Favourite Student(s)?:

Story:

I will only be taking the two BEST professors into Hogwarts! Good luck. And as always, all first years will be accepted until I write the Sorting chapter.