Unexpected consequences

Ch. 4 Firebolt

Monday morning Abby was sitting at the Slytherin table looking over some notes that she needed to know for a class later that day. She was not paying attention to anything around her until she censed someone watching her. She looked up and saw that a lot of people at her table were watching her. She looked around and noticed that a large parcel was in front of her that she had not noticed before.

'Where the hell did that come from?' she wondered as she opened the card that was sitting on top.

Deal "Abby"

I want you to use this. It never let me down in all the years I had it.

Love Dad

Slowly she put the card down. She looked around again and noticed that everyone, including the teachers, was looking at her. Slowly she unwrapped the package, praying that what she thought was inside really was in it.

A few seconds later a beautiful broom, the Firebolt, laid on the table.

Abby smiled and grabbed the broom. She walked out of the hall and went to the quidditch pitch. She spent the next 10 minutes zooming around the pitch on her new Firebolt.

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The morning of Halloween Abby found herself running late to her first class of the day; and every one after that. NO matter what she did she managed to forget something and have to run back to the dorm to get it. She rushed to her Potions class and ended up being 5 minutes late anyway.

"Ms. Carter, do you care to explain what made you so late?"

"I forgot my phone." Abby said softly… She sat down and started to take out her potions ingredients.

"Your phone?" Abby just nodded and started brewing her potion. A few minutes later professor Malfoy was standing next to her. "Since your phone was so important why don't you let me see it?" Abby froze and looked at him but handed it over.

"Well … let's see what you have in here Ms. Carter…" Malfoy said as he walked to the front of the room and started pressing buttons on the phone. Abby just kept working on her potion.

Malfoy started going through the phone and looked at some of the numbers and pictures that were stored in it. "Well… I see you know Mr. Potter better then you let on." He said in a mocking voice as he turned the phone around for everyone to see the picture that was on the screen. It was Abby sitting next to Harry and giving him a big kiss on the cheek.

"What a scandal… your not even of age yet… and you being that friendly with Mr. Potter…"

Abby ignored him and kept working on her potion. He, of course, didn't know that the picture had been taken at her fathers last birthday and she had given him the kiss right after he opened her gift to him. Remus had taken it…

A half hour later Malfoy was still talking about the picture and Abby was starting to get angry. "Would you just SHUT UP!" she yelled. At the exact same moment she lost control of her magic and the potion in front of her exploded.

The potion splattered all over the classroom. People were covered in it but no one was hurt, expect Abby. She screamed and started clawing at her eyes. Professor Malfoy ran over to her and held her head so that he could mutter a quick cleaning spell and clean out her eyes.

For reasons that he did not know, the spell didn't work. "Abby, do you wear contacts?" he asked her when she calmed down enough to listen. She still had her eyes clenched shut and was not moving much. She nodded. "You need to take them out. Sometimes they absorb the potion and it wont go away until you take them out."

Abby nodded again and started rubbing her eyes frantically. She opened one of them and pulled out the small contact. Malfoy stuck out his hand and she put it in his palm. She did the same thing with the other eye and started to blink over and over, trying to get the pain to go away.

"Better?" professor Malfoy asked her and she nodded. When she looked up at him he did not move. Her eyes, so brilliantly green and friendly before, were not a deep silvery gray color. They looked exactly like his eyes.

Before he could comment on them the bell rang and everyone in the class ran out the door as fast as he or she could. Abby was the only student left in the room when professor Malfoy was finally able to ask her about her eyes.

"So why do you wear contacts? Just to change your eye shape and color?" he asked her, now noticing that they were not as round as normally.

"Basically yea. My dad doesn't want anyone to be able to tell who I'm related to so I have to change a couple small things"

Malfoy just nodded and walked up to his desk. Abby followed…

"Professor, do you think I can have my phone back?" she asked him quietly.

Malfoy opened his mouth to answer but just as he did the phone started to vibrate. He looked at Abby and then looked at the phone and picked it up to answer it.

"Hello… no this is not Abby… well who are you… I'm her teacher… well she's not supposed to have a phone during class… I am aware of that but she still had it during class… who is this anyway?"

A few seconds later is was clear that the person on the other end of the line was not going to answer any more questions so professor Malfoy hung up the phone. He looked at Abby and handed it back to her.

"If you ever bring it to class again, please make sure it's off. I wont complain if you have it on you but if it makes you late or disrupts class I will have to give you a detention. Now go, before you miss dinner."

Abby nodded and took the phone before running as fast as she could to the great hall.

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Harry Potter was pacing his study waiting for the next few minutes to go by. He had felt the flux in power when Abby removed her contacts and he needed to know what was going on with her. He checked his watch again and saw that her class should be over and that it was safe to call.

He quickly dialed her number but was surprised when it was not her that answered…

"Your not Abby… who the hell is this… doesn't matter, why did you answer her phone… and that gives you the right to answer her phone why… but its after class, she can use it now if she wants to… it doesn't matter who I am."

Harry was not having a very useful conversation with whoever was on the other end. He heard the line go dead and decided to write her a letter just in case she didn't get the phone back. He sent the letter and thought, 'that sure sounded a lot like Draco…'

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Well did you like it?? I hope you did!! im sorry it took so long to write.. been busy with all kinds of crap. I want reviews!!! If I dont have at least 5 reviews I will not update!! I am stubborn so I will wait till I have all 5 of them!!