Hogwarts High II
By Siriusly Amused
Author's Note: I really don't feel up to writing this, but I know that if I don't start on this soon, I'll drive myself crazy…Okay, with that said, I have a few announcements to make. First of all, I have changed my mind. I said earlier that I was going to keep HHII focused around those who still lived in Hogwarts Hills and just keep you updated about the others by e-mails. Well, that was really difficult and was part of the reason for my writer's block with this chapter, so I'm scratching that idea. As you can see if you look down, I'm just going to go with whoever's character I feel like writing in. I have kept the e-mails, seeing as they're amusing; however, come HHIII, the e-mails shall be gone. So enjoy them while you can. Secondly, in my epilogue for HHI, I believe I said that Andromeda was 40...I have decided that that's too young, and I have now decided that she shall be 49 (I always pictured her the oldest, even though I now know that Bellatrix is the oldest.) I made Tonks 26 in this fic (I don't know her exact age). Lastly, I would like to warn all of you that I, as usual, have not proofread this.
Disclaimer: I have to get used to this keyboard…and I don't own HP…Game Stop…Fed Ex…Bittersweet Symphony by the Verve…
Chapter Two
Draco's Hair
µ I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now… µ
···Draco···
It was a very nice dream. I was back at the old school. Little underclassmen were bowing down to me. Potter, the Weasels, and Granger were putting up with me. And Noelle was smiling at me. Yes, it was a very good dream, so you can understand why I was highly upset to be awoken from it.
It was early; couldn't have been after six in the morning. I was fast asleep, having that incredibly good dream, in the huge bed that my newest family had provided for me when I was awoken by my mattress springing up and down. Opening my eyes grudgingly and flopping over onto my back, I was greeted by a smiley child in a pink nightgown and bunny slippers. Said child was jumping on my bed.
"Jenny!" I groaned, rolling back over and trying to ignore the fact that my mattress was still springing up and down. "Go back to bed!"
"It's morning, silly," she replied. She continued to jump upon my bed.
"No it isn't," I mumbled into my pillow. When she continued to jump upon my bed, I got fed up, left said bed, and held out my arms to Jenny. Thinking that I was consenting to go and play with her, she leapt into my arms, squealing with delight. I carried her out of my room and across the hall where I barged into Potter's room and plopped her down upon his bed.
"What the…!" Potter exclaimed, sitting up in bed and looking alarmed. He blinked rapidly for a moment as he registered that Jenny was giggling at the foot of his bed.
"G'night," I told him, leaving his room and returning to my own. I was just falling back into a peaceful slumber when my door opened once again, this time by Larry who opened my blinds in a flourish while talking loudly.
"What now?" I asked, sitting up groggily and blinking the sun out of my eyes. My mind barely registered a pajama clad Potter entering my room, eating a bowl of cereal.
"Boys!" Larry exclaimed, boisterously. "I'm taking you to the club today!"
"The club?" asked Potter, perplexed.
"Not the country club?" I whined, wincing slightly. "I'm always bored at those things."
"Just one game of golf and I'll let you go," Larry replied, clapping me on my shoulder before leaving the room. And that's how Harry and I found ourselves dressed in khakis and sweater vests and standing on a golf course at an ungodly hour in the morning. Larry was superb at golf, I was adequate enough, and Potter was completely horrible. Larry didn't seem to mind, however. He kept telling us good ways to invest our inheritance and about how we should be looking for a 'nice bird' to settle down with.
"Aren't we a bit young to be thinking about settling down?" Harry asked, lugging his clubs across the grassy lawn.
Larry paused and turned around to face us. "How old are you?" he asked, perplexed.
"Sixteen," I replied.
"Sixteen at the end of this month," answered Harry.
"Really?" Larry asked, his eyebrows rising in surprise. "You're sure?
Harry and I exchanged glances. "We know how old we are."
"Well, this is a bit of a surprise," Larry announced, turning back around and continuing his walking. "I was under the impression that you two were about to come of age. You look older." There was a long, awkward silence after our announcement of our ages, during which we just continued to walk toward the club, having finished our golfing.
···Tonks···
"Mother, where are you taking me?" I asked desperately as my mother dragged me through the wooded area around our home. I had just moved back into my parent's house after having a fall out with my roommate, and my mother was not acting like herself. She seemed to possess a great amount of energy for a woman in her upper 40s. There was a glint in her eyes, as if she was hiding a secret, which, after awhile, it became clear that she was hiding something, due to the fact that she would randomly disappear for hours at a time.
I decided to confront her about it this morning, but I was shocked beyond belief when she grabbed my arm and led me outside toward the wooded area. I didn't think she would confess to what she was hiding so quickly.
My mother did not answer my question, however. She merely continued plowing through the foliage, grasping my hand for dear life and urging me onward. Finally, we came to an ancient house that looked as though it was about to fall apart. The house's condition did not deter my mother, who marched up the front steps and barged into the house unannounced, dragging me along.
"Dammit, Andromeda! Warn us when you're going to barge in!"
I was shocked beyond belief to see my second cousin, Sirius, stomp into the musty living room, a dish towel thrown over his shoulder. Sirius was a good deal younger than my mother, though the age gap didn't affect their relationship. They were close. So close, in fact, that Sirius and his friends used to baby-sit me when they were teenagers.
I remember being seven-years-old and giggling at their crazy antics. Sirius spoiled me, James treated me like I was an adult and not a tiny girl, and Remus--well, Remus was my first crush. I was heart-broken a year later when Remus went off to college.
I saw Sirius occasionally over the next couple of years, but when I was 12, he was arrested for a murder which he didn't commit. I hadn't seen him since, nor he I. Sirius blinked several times as he stared at me.
"Who's the cotton candy?" he asked, wiping his hands on the towel he had over his shoulder.
I was confused for a moment until I realized that he was referring to my hair. I smiled shyly and ran a hand through my brilliantly flamboyant locks.
"Is that my little Tonks?" Sirius continued. My blush intensified. I had never liked my first name and Sirius always called me by my preferred last name.
"It's good to see you, Sirius," I told him after he had scooped me up and twirled me around in a backbreaking hug.
I turned a quizzical eye toward my mother.
"Why are you hiding your cousin in a run-down house?" I asked her.
"It's a long story that I'll tell you later, dear," my mother replied, waving a hand at me. "Your Aunt Narcissa is here as well."
"Narcissa Malfoy?" I asked in a shocked shriek.
"Like I said," my mother replied. "Long story."
"Very long," Sirius added. "The story spans over the past year and includes mafia members and me raising a 15-year-old boy."
"Who in their right mind would let you raise a 15-year-old?" I asked him.
"Who indeed," Sirius replied, chuckling softly. "REMUS!" he shouted suddenly and I felt a knot form in my stomach. "Remus! Come in here and say hello to my little cousin!"
Remus entered the room a moment later, looking older and more worn than he did when he was seventeen, but still handsome. He was scratching his stomach absentmindedly, and his eyes were squinty as if he had just been awoken from a nap.
"Tonks?" he asked me after a minute of surveying my frame.
"Remus," I replied, gracing him with what I hoped to be my most alluring smile.
A half-smile play its way across Remus' lips as a mischievous glint shown in his eyes. "Last time I saw you, you were in footy pajamas," he announced with a smirk that was not unlike my cousin's.
"And now she has BOOBS!" Sirius announced loudly. My mother slapped him upside his head for the remark.
I suddenly felt fingers brushing the back of my head and, upon turning around to investigate, I came face to face with my Aunt.
"Honey, what did you do to your hair?" she asked. I was so shocked at the endearment, that I slinked back and sat down upon the nearby couch.
"Okay," I stated at last. "I'm not a child anymore; I'm twenty-six," the announcement of my age wasn't really necessary, but I wanted Remus to know that I was, indeed, a woman now and not a child. "I'm greatly confused as to why my Aunt, my cousin, and my cousin's friend are living in an abandoned house , and why my mother is hiding them. So…talk."
The four of them exchanged glances for a moment before Sirius spoke:
"Well, it all started last autumn when I gained full custody of Harry Potter."
···Ron···
"Ronnie!"
I emitted a loud 'oof' as Seamus, Dean, and Neville tackled me in the mall, sending me to the floor with them heaped on top of me. They continued to shout out their greetings as they scrambled off of me and held out their hands to help me up.
"Where have you been all summer, man?" Seamus asked.
"Yeah, you're missing some really good snow cones!" Neville added.
"Hi, Ginny," Dean greeted, sending a smile toward my younger sister.
Two hours prior to this bombardment of questions, I was awakened by Ginny and Noelle hovering over my bed. I must have stared at them for a good two minutes before it registered in my brain that I was half naked. This realization caused me to dive under my blankets and shout out obscenities at the two girls. To my complete and utter horror, four hands reached under my covers and pulled me out, and before I knew it the feisty red-heads had managed to talk me into showering, shaving, and accompanying them to the mall, where I have been for the past forty-five minutes, bored out of my mind while I watched the girls inquire about what outfits look good on them.
"I've been sulking," I told Seamus.
"I can make my own damn snow cones," I added to Neville.
"And don't talk to my sister," I commanded Dean.
Ginny whacked me on the back of my head, sending my longish hair flying over my eyes. "Don't mind him," she told the others kindly. "We're trying to ease him back into society slowly. We figure he'll be back to his polite," Noelle snorted at this, "self by the time school starts back up."
My friends broke out into grins and clapped me on my back, obviously happy to see me alive and well.
"Ron was just accompanying us whilst we look for flattering jeans that cost less than $50," Noelle announced. I winced. My friends just stared blankly at me.
"Wanna go to Game Stop?" Seamus asked me at last.
"Yeah, alright," I replied. And with that, us guys left the women on their never-ending quest to find the perfect pair of jeans.
···Bill···
I stared at the twins. They stared at me. The clock ticked away the seconds.
"Alright," I said at last, "what do you mean you're not going to college?"
···Hermione···
"Ow, ow, ow. Ow, ow, ow."
"Seth what's wrong?" I asked at last, snapping my head to my right to gaze at my coworker, Seth, who was scooping up popcorn in the popcorn machine.
"I have a cut on my hand and the salt and oil of the popcorn are making it burn!" Seth whined.
"Gavin, would you switch with Seth please?" I asked my other coworker, who was standing by the soda machine, eating ice.
"I'm not going anywhere near that death trap," Gavin replied, popping an ice cube into his mouth. "And I don't remember who died and put you in charge."
"It's not a death trap," I tried to argue, ignoring for the time being his remark about me being in charge. As my luck would have it, however, the popcorn machine decided to launch one scalding hot popcorn at Seth, hitting him dangerously close to his eye.
"Damn you, popcorn machine! Damn you!" Seth exclaimed, bringing one hand to cover his eye while using the other to point menacingly at the popcorn machine.
"That's it," I announced, throwing my hands up in exasperation. "I'm going on a theatre check!" And with that, I left the boys to their insanity and went to check on the audience. I stood in the back of the auditorium, my eyes scanning the crowd for popcorn throwing and my ears alert for loud talking. There was none, however, so my attention was soon drawn toward the screen. An elaborate fight scene seemed to be taking place.
"Does it seem to be in focus to you?" sounded in a hushed whisper so close to my ear that I could feel the breath blow past. I gave a shocked, 'eep' and jumped slightly. Those sitting in front of me turned around in annoyance and glared. Turning around myself, I came face to face with a smirking Gavin.
"It's fine," I told him angrily before stalking off. My ear was tingling slightly where his breath had brushed past it.
···Bill···
Dusk had come and the twins and I remained at the table, staring at one another. Ginny and Ron had returned from their shopping trip ages ago. No one bothered us. The kitchen was getting dark. And still, we stared.
"What do you mean, you want to open a shop?" I asked at last.
·
From: My Brothers are Insane
Sent: July 17th, 9:45 PM
To: The Girl Who Makes Big Hair Look Good
Subject: Sorry
Hey, Mione!
I'm so sorry that I haven't replied to any of your e-mails. As I'm sure you know by now, Harry and Draco were taken away from us and put in a home the day of the twin's graduation. That, on top of everything else, just sent Ron and I over the edge. We got so depressed that I began getting sick every other day and Ron's appearance morphed into one similar to a hobo. He grew a beard! We're both getting better now. Ron shaved his beard off this morning (mostly because Noelle and I threatened to do it ourselves) and we're spending more time socializing than moping now. Also, since I know you're still madly in love with him, I will take this moment to assure you that Ron's longish hair (yeah, he hasn't got it cut in awhile) looks good on him and he was a sweetheart and held my hair back while I was throwing up. I shall pause here and let you sigh in a dreamy manner.
Done? Good. While it seems Ron and I are getting back to our old selves (though we both really miss you ((and Harry and even, in an odd way, Draco))) it appears that the twins are in some sort of trouble. They've been sitting at the dinner table with Bill (who's home for an indefinite period of time) having some sort of staring contest all day. As a matter of fact, judging by the light on in the kitchen, they're still there.
Apparently Ron just went into the kitchen to get some juice and he asked them what was going on. (I overheard from where I'm sitting in the office.) Ron just shouted, "YOU'RE NOT GOING TO COLLEGE?" so I'm assuming that's what's up.
Well, I would love to elaborate on the going-ons of my house, but I feel as though I must e-mail everyone else now and assure them that I am alive…Ron too. I hope your summer is going good!
Love,
Ginny
·
From: Ginny, because Ron's a lazyass
Sent: July 17th, 10:27 PM
To: The Boy Who Makes Messy Hair Look Good
Subject: We all know Ron's lazy.
Harry,
I must say that I'm greatly relieved to hear that you and Draco are out of the group home and are in a decent place. What's Draco like as a big brother? I'm sorry for the lack of e-mails over the past month. Ron and I were--busy. Well, I'm sure you'll get the whole story out of Hermione sooner or later.
Anyway, I'm just sending this along so that you know that we're all alive and well. I'm sure Ron will get around to e-mailing you eventually. Everyone here misses you (and in a sad, sad way, Draco too).
Love,
Ginny
·
From: I do not love you, Malfoy
Sent: July 17th, 10: 39 PM
To: He whom looks good
Subject: Narcissism
Draco,
Narcissistic means that you're full of yourself, which you are. As for your head being up your ass…well, I'm going to agree with Harry on that one as well, but don't worry, we still love you. Even though I said I didn't love you. Aw, what the hell, everyone one loves you in a way. And just so you know, Ron plans on Fed Exing your lucky pen back to you tomorrow. Careful, I saw him chewing on it earlier.
Ginny
·
From: Mione
Sent: July 19th, 7:33 AM
To: You Guys Really Are Idiots
Subject: How dumb are you?
Dum dum and his twin,
What do you mean, you're not going to college?
Hermione
·
From: We're geniuses actually
Sent: July 19th, 4:59 PM
To: She Who Sounds Like Our Brother
Subject: Which one of us are you calling Dum dum?
Hermione,
Why in God's name are you up at 7:33 AM?
Forge
·
From: I hate my messy hair
Sent: July 21st, 2.21 PM
To: The Girl Weasley
Subject: Yeah, Ron is a lazy ass, isn't he?
Gin,
Draco's big brothering skills consist of dumping the kid on me. Larry was highly surprised to hear that we were only 16. He was under the impression that we would be coming of age soon. It has made both Draco and I suspicious of him, but neither of us will say anything because we like sleeping in clean sheets too much. They're entering us into a prep school. A PREP SCHOOL! We'll have to wear ties and everything. Oh, how I miss Hogwarts High at the moment.
Draco's currently out by the pool. He's under the impression that he'll get a tan. I thought about telling him the likelihood of someone with hair as light as his getting a tan, but decided to pass it up. Nevermind, I just opened my window and called out to him that having nearly bleach blonde hair, he'll probably burn instead of tan. He gave me a rather rude hand gesture.
Well, I'm going to go e-mail Hermione now and get the 'full story' about yours and Ron's whereabouts earlier this summer.
Harry
·
From: I got a tan, in your face, Potter!
Sent: July 21st, 11:00 PM
To: Weasel III
Subject: The Pen
Ron,
I have received my lucky pen. Thank you for sending it, but you do know that you're a bastard for chewing on it , don't you?
In other news, Harry was under the delusion that I'm a natural blonde.
The Tan One
·
From: Ron
Sent: July 25th, 7:09 PM
To: An apparently tan Draco
Subject: Your Hair
Draco,
Aren't you a natural blonde?
Ron
·
From: I Should be a Male Model
Sent: July 28th, 12:39 PM
To: Ginny's Brother…one of them anyway
Subject: I love talking about my hair
Ron,
I have black hair, actually. I inherited it from my mother who gets it from her 'Black' side. She's been dying her hair since high school and mine since I was young.
Draco
·
From: Ron
Sent: July 31st, 12:01 AM
To: The Birthday Boy
Subject: Happy Birthday
Harry,
Welcome to the life of insane gas prices, man!
Ron
P.S. Tell Draco that I don't believe that he has black hair.
···
End Author's Note: Whew. That was difficult, let me tell you. I hope you guys liked it though. As for Draco's hair color, I brought that out in HHI (though I know that in canon he's a natural blonde) to emphasize his connection with the Blacks, seeing as I messed up Draco's (and Narcissa's) character so much and made him good. I tell you, the insane brain waves I get. 'Let's make Draco have black hair!' Yeah, it's nuts. But I'm stuck with it. How do you like the Remus/Tonks that I attempted up there? I never wrote Remus/Tonks before so you'll have to bare with me.