Wedding Reception

"Oh, thanks for being in the wedding, Theresa!," Hermione said, hugging her.

"No problem," Theresa said," Its about time you and Ron tied the knot."

Hermione laughed.

"Hey, Theresa!," Seamus Finnigan said, coming over.

Hermione went off to talk to the Patil sisters.

"Hey...you know my name?," she asked, surprised.

"Everyone does," Seamus said," You were one of the prettier girls in Gryffindor. Everyone said so, especially the mates who were in my dorm."

Theresa blushed.

"Thanks, Seamus," she said," So where is Dean?"

"Hanging out with his wife Ginny on the dance floor," he answered.

"Really?," Theresa said.

"Yeah," Seamus said," Got back together 2 years ago. Harry and Ginny wanted to be "just friends". Imagine marrying your best friend's sister."

Theresa smiled and shook her head.

"Or your best friend's brother," Seamus laughed.

"No, that would be crazy," Theresa laughed.

"So, you actually laugh," someone said from behind them.

Theresa turned to see Harry's smile and bright green eyes.

"Well, I see Lavender, talk to you later," Seamus said, leaving them.

"So, just weren't into dating Ginny?," Theresa asked.

"Nah, she isn't my type," Harry chuckled.

"And what is? Tall, blond, and a good Keeper?," she teased.

"NO! Not at all," Harry laughed.

He took a swig from the beer bottle he was holding.

"You're gonna get yourself sick," Theresa said.

"Oh, c'mon, 3 won't kill me," Harry said.

"You've had 3?!," Theresa asked, shocked.

"No, 5. But still," Harry said," I'll be okay."

"I wouldn't like to be you tomorrow," Theresa said.

"Haha, could you do me a favor, though?," Harry asked.

"Whats that?"

"Could you get me home?"

They laughed.

"Alright, you drunk," Theresa said.

"You know where it is and everything, right?," harry asked.

"My aunt was in the Order, of course I know," Theresa said, taking his hand.

She went and found Ron and Hermione.

"I'm gonna take him home," she said, pointin to Harry," See you, and Congrats, again!"

They waved as she guided Harry outside.

"You are so lucky you live on the next street over," she said.

"Yep!," Harry said, cheerfully.

Theresa rolled her eyes.

Soon they were at 12 Grimmauld Place.

"We're here," she said.

Harry opened the door, but quickly turned around, leaned over the railing and hurled.

"OH! Oh, okay," Theresa said, rubbing his back," Uh, um...okay."

She brought him inside.

"Um...Sirius...Mr. Black?," she called.

Suddenly, a portrait showed itself, its curtains having flown open. It started screaming about blood traitors, until the lady in the portrait suddenly went silent when she saw Theresa. A man with longish black hair closed the curtains quickly.

"Oh...um...Sirius?," Theresa asked.

He nodded.

"Harry got drunk?," he said, looking at his pale godson.

"Yeah, could you make him a hangover potion?," she asked.

Sirius nodded.

"Bring him to his room, 3rd floor, 2nd door to the left. He'll have some asprins in his bathroom," he said heading to the kitchen.

Theresa carried him up to his room.

"Ugh, tahnks, Theresa," Harry said, sitting on his bed.

"Shh, just lie down," she said, going to get the asprin.

She conjured a wash cloth with her wand and wet in the bathroom. She used that on Harry's face. Soon, Sirius was there. He had a glass of water for Harry. After taking the asprin and potion, Harry ran into the bathroom and threw up.

"So, whats your name?," Sirius asked.

"Theresa Kita," she said.

She ran to help Harry, who was hurling into the sink. By the time she and Sirius had gotten Harry to fall asleep, it was 11:30 p.m.

"So, how did you get my mother's potrait to shut up?," Sirius asked," You know...you look like someone I used to know..."

They got along well, Theresa and Sirius.

"I dunno," she said," Well, I'll come back tomorrow morning to see how he is doing."

"Alright, bye, Theresa," he said.

"Bye," she said, and apperated.