Chapter 11-Year 1
Recap: "Oh come on Hermione! He tried to knock Harry off of his broom, remember?" Ron sighs and Hermione nods slowly. Oh, did I forget to mention that during the last Quidditch game, something happened to Harry's broom? Apparently, Snape was controlling it. Hermione saved the day by setting his cloak on fire and distracting him. Oh, and we found out that the three headed dog's name is Fluffy, thanks to Hagrid. Oh, did I forget to mention that we almost got killed by a three headed dog? Oops. I'm forgetting a lot of stuff. Getting attacked by a troll takes a lot out of you. "We'll talk about this later," Hermione says, before sitting down at her desk, and taking out her books.
Maia's POV
"I'll see you guys after Christmas. Don't forget to keep looking for information about Nicholas Flamel," Hermione says and Ron shakes his head.
"We've already looked everywhere! Where else are we going to look?" He sighs and Hermione smiles.
"We haven't checked the restricted section," she smirks, before hugging me and Harry. "Bye! See you later! Happy Christmas!" I watch as she runs out of the Great Hall and sigh.
"How are we gonna get into the restricted section?" I frown and Harry shrugs, not paying me any attention as he plays Wizard's Chess with Ron. Ok, let me explain. We heard the name from Hagrid, and we're convinced that it has something to do with whatever Fluffy is guarding.
"Harry! Maia! Wake up!" Harry and I rush from our dorms to see Ron holding up presents. "Happy Christmas guys!" He cheers and I giggle.
"Merry Christmas Ron," Harry and I say, before rushing downstairs.
"Come on, you guys have presents!" He says and I furrow my eyebrows, exchanging a look with Harry.
"We have presents?" We ask and he nods, waving us over.
"What are you wearing?" I ask, suppressing a laugh.
"Oh, Mum made it. I think she made you two one as well," He says and my eyes light up as I tear open the package, revealing a red sweater with a gold M on it. Suddenly, it's not so ridiculous and I slide it on, surprised at it's softness and warmth. I grab another package and open it, to find a locket. It's heart shaped and the inside is a blue green color. It looks like a galaxy pattern. I find a note in the package and read it. This was your mother's. I think she'd want you to have it. I wonder who gave me this. Harry pulls out a package with a letter and reads it out loud.
"Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time I returned it to you both. Use it well."
"Well go on, open it!" Ron urges and we both tear open the package to find a cloak. I cock my head to the side and hand it to Harry, who slides it over his shoulders.
"Harry! Your body! You're invisible!" I gasp and he frowns, looking down, before gasping as well and spinning around.
"That's an invisibility cloak!" Ron exclaims and I fight the urge to roll my eyes. No Ron, it's clearly a cloak that makes us fly. "They're really rare. Who gave it to you?" He asks, picking up the note and Harry walks towards him.
"I don't know. There was no name."
"I know how we can use this!"
So now, here we are, in the restricted section of the library, searching for information on Nicholas Flamel. I'm really tired, so I'm not really paying much attention.
"Flamel, Flamel. Hmm, maybe this one?" Harry pulls a book out and opens it, only for a face to appear and start screaming. He slams it shut and yanks the cloak off of the table where he set it, knocking over the lamp, that shatters with a clash. "Come on!" he whisper shouts, throwing the cloak over both of us as we run out of the library just in time. We run into a random room and quietly shut the door, before letting the cloak drop to the floor.
"Hey Harry, look at this," I say, gently pulling a cloth off of a mirror. I stand in front of it and gasp as I see my parents standing behind me. I quickly turn around and look for them, but they're not there. They smile at me and my father places a hand on my shoulder. Harry walks up beside me and gapes at the mirror.
"Do you see Mum and Dad too?" I ask and he nods, swallowing harshly as my mum places her hand on his shoulder, just like Dad did to me. I feel my eyes tear up as I see the picture in front of us. We're a real family. This is what could've been. I feel a few tears slip down my cheeks and my mum reaches out to wipe them off. In the mirror, they go away, but when I reach up, my face is still wet, and I never felt her hand.
"I'll be right back!" Harry suddenly runs over to the cloak, yanking it on, before running out of the room.
"Gee thanks Harry. Leave me alone in this room without a way to get back to the common room," I sigh and my parents smile at me. "Are you guys really there?" I ask, but they don't get a chance to answer, when Harry barges into the room, dragging a half awake Ron behind him.
"Look! Stand right there and tell me what you see!" Harry says, shoving Ron where I was just standing.
"Look! Right there is my mum, and-" Harry is cut off by Ron gasping.
"I've won! It's me! I'm standing on the Quidditch pitch, and I'm holding up the trophy! I've won the House Cup!" He exclaims and Harry frowns.
"What? No Ron-"
"Harry, I think the mirror shows everyone different things," I say slowly, and Harry looks over at me, still frowning.
I'm walking outside around the Black Lake the next day, when a snowball hits me on the back.
"What the-" I spin around to see two red heads, smirking innocently at me. "Oh you're gonna get it Weasleys!" I yell, scooping up some snow and chucking it at George. I start furiously throwing the snow and they fire back. Fred runs over and grabs me by the waist, pressing a pile of snow down to my head and rubbing it into my hair. I squeal and twist out of his arms, grabbing some snow and shoving it down his shirt. He grabs me hat and fills it with snow, before putting it back on my head. I tackle him to the ground and we wrestle around in the snow until he ends up on top of me.
"Ehem." We look up to see George smirking at us. Fred jumps off me and helps me up, but avoids my eyes. His cheeks turn red and I raise my eyebrows. Is he blushing? No, he's probably just cold. Right?
Ok so this chapter is crap, but whatever. It would've been up earlier, but my kitten Luna decided to walk across my keyboard and type random things and then delete everything... So I'll try and update soon. I think once I get past first and second year, the story will be better, because the first two years are my least favorite and I haven't seen the movies in a long time so I don't remember much. Just be patient, it will get better I promise!