A/N: Hello my lovely people. This is a sequel/prequel to The Ground Stains Red. See you at the bottom!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect or Harry Potter


Third Year

"Is that what I think it is?" Chloe murmurs to Aubrey. The blonde nods, her hands shaking and clenching together; Chloe rubs soothing circles onto her back. "We'll go to the very back, maybe the class will run out of time before our turn."

"But Chloe, I'm in Gryffindor! I shouldn't have such a stupid fear!"

"Weasley is terrified of spiders." Another voice interrupts. "He was very vocal about it last year when he saw one in Herbology." They turn to face Beca and she offers Aubrey a reassuring grin. "Gryffindor house is for those who are brave, not fearless. It's okay to be scared."

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Beca stands off to the side and slightly behind Aubrey and Chloe as Lupin tries to drill the simple spell into their heads.

"Alright guys, I think you have it. Form a line and we'll begin!"

Aubrey and Chloe went to the back while Beca went behind Weasley, meaning she would be third. Aubrey and Chloe idly wondered what she was scared of.

Neville was first, his fear of Snape making the class chuckle. The class roared in laughter at seeing Snape wearing a vulture and fox and Neville gave a sigh of relief when he was waved along.

The bogart stared at Weasley before shifting into a giant spider that had everyone backpedaling in shock.

"Riddikulus!" The spider fought to stay on its feet and failed.

Beca stepped forward and the bogart flickered, shape shifting and never settling on one thing. Lupin stepped forward, confusion written plain on his face when it happened.

The spider contorted into a grim then changed into a copy of herself, a copy of Aubrey and Chloe, her uncle Jesse, of the professors and darkness.

"Riddikulus!" Beca's eyes flickered over to the still professor and and he nodded, eyes kind and concerned.

She pushed past silent students and charged down the hall. She needed to get outside.

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"Beca Mitchell!" Aubrey's tone is clear and sharp. Beca grunts in response.

"Mind telling us what happened back there?" Chloe's tone is light and concerned.

"A simple fear gone awry. Nothing else."

"'Simple'? The bogart wouldn't stop shifting!" Aubrey pauses. "Why were you scared of us? Of your uncle and the professors?"

"I'm not scared of you or them, I'm scared of abandonment; I'm scared of being abandoned, of not being good enough and falling behind. Of failing."

Aubrey and Chloe pull her close, hugging and pulling her between them. Strangely, that helps Beca more than words ever could and she has to fight the urge to blurt out her feelings.


"You all are required to sleep in the Great Hall after the recent break in at the Gryffindor Tower." Beca perked up at that and Luke smirked at her from beside Snape. "Grab overnight necessities and follow the prefects to the Hall."

"Professor!" Snape turns and looks at Beca with raised eyebrows. "Do you know if Chloe Beale and Aubrey Posen are okay?"

Much to Beca's surprise, Snape smiles and it isn't cruel or sardonic. "They are fine Mitchell. Pack up now."

Beca hurries away much to Snape's amusement.

"I'll make sure she gets a bag next to them." Snape turns to Luke. "Not too close those, might ruin the house rivalries."

"Rivalries will be little to them. They'll get get hell from both houses if they press further in the future though." Snape smirks then. "I pity those who gets in their way."

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"He escaped Azkaban for Potter. We're in danger because of him, we always are!" Malfoy spieled to anyone who would listen.

Fat Amy bristled at the jibe of her fellow Gryffindor and opened her mouth but was cut off by another Slytherin.

"Shut up Malfoy. Everyone knows you have it out for him, stop putting thoughts in their heads and go bug someone else." Beca raised a challenging brow when he glared at her and smirk when he looked away.

She ignored the shocked look the rival houses directed toward her.

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"Can I help you?" Beca never looks up from her magazine.

"Sticking up for a Gyffindor? The nerve!" Chloe responds instead, plopping her sleeping bag down next to Beca's. Aubrey follows suit and Beca can practically feel the rumors and whispers starting.

She finds that she doesn't care.

"Again, can I help you?" Where there would usually be bite in Beca's tone, there is a warmth and playfulness taking its place. "You're interrupting my reading."

Aubrey rolls her eyes. "You're reading a broom catalog."

"Your point?"

Aubrey eyes Beca's smirk with sudden apprehension. Chloe looks back and forth between them, face caught up in amusement and adoration.

Aubrey seemingly takes the bait. "No reading really required, all you have to do is look at the pretty flying sticks and decide which one you want."

Beca's face seems to melt. Her face shifts from amused, to stunned, to disbelief and lastly, a scowl.

Aubrey laughs then says, "Just taking the piss on you. I recommend the Fire Bolt, it's already a fast broom, and with how tiny you are, it'll be even faster!"

Beca's face morphs around again before finally setting back on to annoyed amusement. "You can't do that to people Posen, that's just cruel. And I am not short! I'm fun sized!"

Light laughter drowns out the rest of the noise in the Great Hall.

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Beca's eyes flash open. She remembers the two separate bodies falling asleep in their respective bags, not on either side of her. She tries to move and the arms tighten around her, noises of discontent rumbling and slurring away from them.

"You smell good..." Chloe mumbles and nuzzles her nose further into Beca's neck.

Aubrey makes a noise of agreement. "Autumn and peppermint toads."

Beca makes a noise that sounds like a dying toad.

"Hush..."

Beca hushes and tries to ignore Dumbledore's twinkling eyes as he passes by. She stares up at the ceiling of the Great Hall, watching the reflection of the night sky and settle her heartbeat.

She finally manages to do it too until, "Your heart is beating super fast." Aubrey's head shifts from her shoulder to over her heart and keeps her head there. "It's nice." The blonde falls silent.

Beca proceeds to repeat every spell, plant and creature under her breath. She never sees the light blue and green eyes looking up at her fondly.


A/N: Whoa! Hello! Question darlings, everyone has taken a 'Which Hogwarts House Do You Belong In?' test, mind telling me what you got?