A/N: I hate that I have to do this, but. 4Reviews before next update. I'm serious this time.
"Lizzie, you have some mail!" Hermione's voice calls from the Living Room. Jumping up I jokingly push Fred out of the way who was trying to block the door into the Living Room. "Finally!" I laugh seeing a piece of folded parchment.
"You have two" she smiles as I happily grab the other one. It was the second week of August and I only had brief word for the Headmaster that Severus was fine. That was only after I caused a rather loud ruckus at an Order meeting. Mostly involving me punching Ron who was being insensitive and went on about he'd right glade if Severus never came back. The commotion outside the door gave away our spying positions.
Victoria,
I am sorry I have not been able to send word until now. I am fine as I'm sure you know, and I hope you are sleeping well. Do not worry about me.
I regret to say I will not be there to send you off to school.
I will see you at Christmas.
Love,
Your Father.
I shake my head handing the letter over to Hermione who snorted at the contents. I knew he was fine but like Remus I didn't like what he did. The fact I wouldn't see him till school started was a little odd, I hadn't spent a summer with Harry since our Third year when he ran away from the Dursleys.
But even then Severus was home just moody because I left him for my brother, even if he pretended he didn't care. "I still get the creeps when he send you letters as "Your Father". Hermione admits watching over my shoulder as I open the next letter. To say the contents shocked me would be an understatement.
Elizabeth,
In honor of your O.W.L scores, which I heard were very good (Congratulations) I would like to invite you over for dinner. Send owl with your response, looking forward to seeing you.
Percy Weasley.
I cough choking on a gasp as Hermione kills herself laughing behind me. I mean sure I had noticed Percy had been oddly tolerant of me, I also noticed that he even braved sitting in front of me last week when he came over for dinner. To which I spared him, but still, asking me over for dinner! Percy's 20! I just turned 16 like 2 weeks ago!
"Are you going to go?" Hermione asks between her giggle, I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts. "That is signed Percy Weasley right?"
"Yes"
"Seriously? Oh lord. I'd never think he preyed on teenaged innocents"
"He's not twenty for a month"
"Still a little weird" I laugh as Hermione grabs the parchment inspecting it.
"I suppose I should go ask Mrs. Weasley?"
"I'd wait until dinner" Hermione giggles hearing Mrs. Weasley shuffling around the kitchen getting the last meal of the day ready.
Percy was a nice boy, well man. Well structured, I mean if I ever wanted to marry for someone who would be a very good father it would be him but it was...it was Percy!
It's not like I didn't date, it was a little difficult because Harry tended to unintentionally scare anyone I did like off. Or I did, (hence the Oliver Wood incident). I had dated, Seamus Finnigan had been my first boyfriend in Second year, we had lasted a few months before he couldn't handle me talking about Oliver any longer.
In Third year I didn't really date, I went on that one date with Oliver then after a few weeks turned my sights to Percy who was still involved with that Clearwater girl. In Fourth year I started the I hate Cho Chang club, Ginny and I were the only members but I was insanely jealous of her and Cedric who I hadn't really noticed before, however I soon turned my sights to Ron which Hermione hadn't appreciated. Ron and I never dated or anything, but we did kiss, once. We agreed never to speak of it for both our safety.
Last year I hadn't dated anyone though did slightly stalk Neville Longbottom, he is an awkward boy but he intrigued me. Perhaps I shall go after him this year, then again he's so shy that would be very difficult.
"Are you coming to eat?" Harry asks poking me, I hated when he did that.
I take his hand, which pulled me up and walked with him into the kitchen. Thankfully it was one of the smaller Weasley dinners. Smaller meaning that Percy, Charlie and Bill were missing. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were each at an end of the table trying to control the twins who were fighting over the chair seated next to Ron. When George finally won I smirked and pushed Harry over in that direction before taking a seat next to Ginny who was smirking up at me.
"They still fight over you"
"Well they'll have to get in line" I mutter piling some food onto my plate, when I had been basically alone for that week and a bit I didn't eat too much but now with Mrs. Weasley's cooking I would no doubt gain a few pounds. Which I do desperately need. I blame my father and mother for they're lanky bodies and high metabolisms.
"Uh, Mrs. Weasley, a...friend" I venture as the table quiets, Hermione was already giggling behind her hand. Traitor. "invited me over to dinner, I was wondering if it was possible for me to go.."
"A friend dear? Who is it"
"Oh you know him very well" Hermione mutters ducking under the table trying to compose herself. For someone who always told me to grow up she should listen to her own advice.
"Well, it's-" I stammer, hearing Fred and George start up at once.
"You asked her?" George starts
"I was going to ask her!" Fred yells
"How could you!?" They finish together crossing their arms and looking away from each other. I roll my eyes before looking further down the table where Harry was turning red.
"You told me you didn't like her!"
"I don't, I didn't ask her!"
"If I could say something!" I interrupt sharply making everyone quite, if there was one thing I got from Severus it was my ability to quite a room.
"You sound so much like Snape when you do that" Ginny whispers her eyes wide as she looks up at me. I roll my eyes with a smile. "If I could finish- "I don't know how I resisted the urge to bash my head off the table. "You liar!"
"I knew you'd ask her!"
"Traitor!"
I somehow always wondered what dating would be like if my parents were alive.
Somehow I saw my Mum helping me get ready and her probably being the one to tell my Dad, which would cue him and Harry to freak out. Dad saying he didn't know the boy, Harry saying that he didn't want me to see the boy because he looked at me like a piece of meet. With Severus it was more difficult, he'd talk about how good the boy was at Potions, how he didn't like him, we'd fight about he had no say in my love life. Of course all that was easier then getting Order members ready to guide me on a date.
"Oh never mind, I was joking! HA HA joke, stop freaking out now!" I yell shaking my head at Hermione, as nice as Percy was it really just wasn't worth it. At all in fact, Harry's over-protective and Fred and George are jealous buggers.
"Well if it was a joke then-"
"you wouldn't say no to a date with me-"
"or me for that matter because everyone-"
"knows I'm the more attractive twin" The twins finish glaring at one another. On second thought, bashing my head off the table sounded like a good idea right now.
By the time the wonderful Percy Weasley checked his mail, you know since he obviously gets tons of it.. I was back on the train, that of which I was oddly thankful for because I don't think I could handle a dinner, alone, with Percy Weasley and I was beginning to suspect he was a little bitter after I declined his invitation. I just hoped he didn't go asking Molly anything.
I have a feeling he was using me as some ploy to try and boost his reputation.
Hey I'm the cradle robber Percy Weasley, yes I'm dating Elizabeth Potter who I have never went on a date with. I'm beginning to hope they capture him (Death Eaters) to try and entice me to their lair of death. Jokes on them I won't come. So ha take that Percy! I really need to be careful who I stalk, though as long as Oliver doesn't turn out to be crazy that's fine with me. He's a professional Quidditch player, sigh, I'll marry him you watch.
"'Lizabeth!" I hated how she did that; Hermione had the un-canning ability to eliminate the letter 'E' from my name when she was getting frustrated. Which frustrated me cause I hates how it sounded. Lizabeth, like some retarded perfume.
"Whhhaaat" I say in an odd sounding voice, I didn't know I even possessed. She looked a little surprised too to be completely honest.
"Were going to the Prefect's meeting"
"I care why?" I ask confused, did she and Ron need my permission to go? If I noticed them gone I would just assume they went somewhere to work out all their sexual frustration.
"Well Harry's asleep" I glance over, so he is, "and I figured you'd wonder where we were". Again, not really.
"Oh alright, yeah see you later" I wave my hand ignoring the look she gave me honestly she acts like she's my Mum or something.
Hermione and I had bonded pretty easily during first year, she had no friends, people wanted to get to know my brother more then me, I mean he has a cool scar what did I have stick on earrings for god sakes. This also said twin brother of mine spent a good week being a little brat because I just happened to be raised by the man who yelled at him in his first Potions lesson. So Hermione and I formed a friendship, bashing my brother, the same one I had been wanting to meet since I found out he existed when I was 8. We also bashed Ron a bit because he said Hermione was 'a bit of a nightmare'.
"Potter" I look up at the sound of my last name, I could tell who it was there was really only one person who said it in that bored tone.
"Malfoy" I nod glancing down at Harry who was now attempting to pretend he was asleep, let's face it he's not as good as me and I'm not going to carry him anywhere.
"Where's the rest of your posse?"
"Same place yours is I suppose" I roll my eyes turning to look at him "not here". I state watching his lips purse; he looked like he was trying not to loose his temper or something which was extremely odd.
"You think you cleaver don't you?"
"Shouldn't you be at the Prefects meeting?" I ask ignoring his question. Yes everyone knew he was one, no need to think I stalk him or anything.
Malfoy hovers for a second before glaring at me, still holding the door open.
"Bugger off"
"Need I remind you, you came to pester me!" I call as he slams the door and stalks away in anger just as Harry leaps from his seat to start rummaging through his trunk.
"And where are you going?!" I ask as he dashes out leaving his trunk open and me behind. Alone. No one tells me anything! Guess I'll go find Neville, or stalk my brother. Stalking Harry that's a little odd...
Sighing I stand heading out of the compartment, Mummy Granger was going to kill me for leaving the compartment but I want to know where Harry was going. Ankles, ankles look for, AH HA! I inwardly cheer seeing a pair of ankles heading down the train. Harry really needed to learn how to cover up properly. I jog to catch up to him and that invisibility cloak, he got that Christmas of first year you know what I got? My Mum engagement ring, which I will tell you was way too big for one, and not wearable with anything.
"Where you going?" I ask the air beside me, I was odd onlookers wouldn't be very surprised to see me talking to myself.
"Go away"
"No!" I yell stubbornly latching onto the cloak and pulling it down so he was fully covered. "I'll help, what are you doing?"
"Going to spy on Malfoy" Harry grunts, of course how could I forget the man crush. Potter and Malfoy, lovers. Oh that'd be weird..
"Why didn't you say so, I can get you in easily" I scoff spotting a compartment filled with green cloaks. I roll my eyes seeing Pansy Parkinson with Malfoy's head in her lap as she stroked his hair. Ew gag me.
"Ready?" I breath my hand on the door handle, I hear a low grunt. Glad Harry's learned to use his big boy words.
With a shove I bang the door open making the Slythriens in the compartment jump in surprise. "Hello Malfoy! Good summer?" I ask with a silkily large smile feeling Harry jump past me.
"Potter what are you-"
"Just thought I'd return the favor, you know barging in for no reason. Hey there Zabini" I wink at the attractive bored looking boy, he really was hott and I had seen him eyeing me a bit last year. "Good summer?"
"Potter get out!" Malfoy orders standing in front of me blocking my view of Blaise Zabini, and it was a very nice sight. Then again if Malfoy didn't have some look of disgust on his face he would be a nice sight too.
"You going to make me? But Malfoy you know I enjoy your company so much, why would you deprive me of it? Especially now that we can be together" I suggest stepping closer so our noses were almost touching. Just a few more seconds and Harry should be settled, "Alright, good bye"
"What the-" I hear Malfoy start as I slam the door shut. What a twat.
"I think you need to stop stalking him"
"Why are you sticking up for him all of the sudden and I'm not stalking him"
"No just following him around and hiding in his compartment right?" I ask raising an eyebrow watching Harry slowly loose his temper with me.
"You helped me!" he yells suddenly red faced and glaring. Here we go.
"I wouldn't have if I knew you were going to become obsessive again!"
"I wouldn't have had me broken nose if you didn't help me!"
How in the hell is it my fault Malfoy caught him and broke his nose? Spaz.
"Yes you would have it just would of been sooner, god Harry your such an idiot! How the hell do you think you can blame me for something Malfoy did? If you weren't such a paranoid person then you wouldn't of had your nose smashed in!" I yell standing up from my spot in the Great Hall. A fight between us at meals wasn't a common occurrence and we were beginning to draw an audience.
"Don't call me an idiot!"
"That's the only thing you pick out of that statement? You know what I'll call you one if I want to, you're a big, stupid idiot! Also at the moment I feel the need to tell you I took your toothpaste!"
"What's wrong with you lately?! Your so hormonal!" Harry yells standing as well his glare rested on me.
Oh hell no he did not call me hormonal! Just because I'm angry I'm hormonal? He's the boy I don't blame his anger on bloody testosterone.
"The same thing that's wrong with you minus the wand up my arse!"
"POTTER'S SEPERATE!"
"I have a wand up my arse?, I didn't spend half the summer moping around like some spoiled little child! You know there are more important things in life, more important things going on then what's happening to you at the moment!"
"You didn't? I recall you moping quite a bit actually. Oh poor poor pitiful me! More important things then what's happening to me? Well Harry after sixteen years you would thinking that you've learned that my main concern is myself, because I'm oh so selfish, what did I not play you enough attention this summer. God forbid the boy-who-lived doesn't get enough sympathy from his sister. I lost him too Harry remember that!"
I yell the last part poking him in the chest rather forcefully with my finger. We were leaning in over the table yelling right in each others faces, I was choosing to ignore the yells behind me as teachers and our friends tried to get us to quite down. But they should know by now we did this almost every year at least once, however it was usually around exams and in the Entrance Hall we never made a spectacle like this during dinner.
Harry and I both had short tempers, though my short temper just had to do with him and his was with everybody. I had been guessing we would have some sort of fight tonight especially when I laughed at him for his nose and he blamed it on me previously because I should have come found him. Yes I will come find the invisible man…that sounds POSSIBLE.
"You are the most infuriating person I have ever met! "
"Well get over it because your stuck with me! Unfortunately that's what happens when Mum had twins, though at the moment I wouldn't have minded if they left you inside the womb!" I finish our wands were now pointed at each other, I was semi surprised that nothing had exploded or caught fire yet because that's usually what happened when Harry and I were really angry.
"POTTERS!" McGonagall's voice cut's through the deafening silence, everyone was staring I could feel it. On my side I could feel Ron standing and holding me, as Hermione was doing to my brother who looked like he wanted to jump over the table at me.
"Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley please take Mr. Potter upstairs. Mr. Malfoy, see that Ms. Potter stays here until she's cooled down," she pauses shaking her head at me, "considerably". Well Minnie that's the last time I ask you for a hug, bitter old hag.
Harry throws his legs over the bench shooting me one last glare before stomping away like a toddler. I roll my eyes at him shooing Hermione and Ron away who were now staring at the two of us with wide eyes. We had never really yelled at each other like that but I suppose it was a long time coming. We never really fought like normal siblings, are arguments usually had a playful undertone but today was different. But I guess it could be blamed on me because I did basically initiate the argument, I just didn't think it would get out of hand like that so quickly.
I watch Hermione and Ron follow my brother out of the Great Hall. I was still standing and watching my hands shaking at my sides the grip on my wand becoming tighter and tighter. I wonder if I would get in trouble for jinxing Harry? Ginny had taught me a few tricks.. I feel something brush my hand gently loosening my grip from my wand. Looking up I see a confused looking Malfoy, why on earth was he touching me. Surly he would end up going to hell for this.
"As much as I'd like to see Potter get jinxed, I don't feel like supervising your detention should I have to give you one. Now, are you going to calm down or should I escort you outside so you can blow some things up?"
"Outside" I mutter stiffly strutting away from him. Blow things up, yes that's what I wanted to do, actually I wanted to kick something, no I wanted to fly. Flying sounded good. As I walked out of the hall I could hear the whisperings following Malfoy and I. If they were for me and Harry's fight, or because Malfoy and I were walking relatively close and have yet to yell at each other I don't know.
"ACCIO FIREBOLT!" I yell pointing my wand in the direction of Gryffindor tower, hopefully Harry didn't mind if I burrowed his boom. Idiot, mine was shrunk and in my trunk still it wouldn't be nearly as easy to summon. Behind me I hear Malfoy mutter something but choose to ignore him, maybe he was planning to burn his robes, not that I cared.
I whizzing sound echo's through the hall and I stick my hand out grabbing the broom and stomp towards the front doors and down towards the Quidditch Pitch.
"You know I didn't agree to watch you stomp around like a toddler" Malfoy says striding up beside me, I look up at him choosing to ignore the beauty that was his eyes and stick my tongue out at him.
"So mature"
"She told you to wait till I calmed down, I am calmer, you can go back to the castle I don't need you to baby sit me Malfoy"
"Don't go picking a fight with me now" he warns shaking his head. I roll my eyes, since when didn't Malfoy want some excuse to fight with me. He'd usually seize this opportunity. Carpe Diem!
"I'll pick a fight with who I want to" I mutter straddling the broom and kicking off mid-stride, I forgot I didn't have to walk beside him. He could watch me all I wanted, didn't me I had to be at the same altitude as him. Though I'm pretty sure if Severus saw me flying at night he'd have a few things to say about that. Then again he has yet to talk to me, no "How are you? I'm sorry I missed your birthday." No, nothing a big fat nothing!
"You aren't very observant are you Potter"
"Holy shit!" I scream looking beside me at the now occupied piece of sky. Malfoy was smirking at me with a smug look as he sat gracefully upon his Nimbus 2000. I resist the urge to smack him diving towards the Quidditch Pitch pulling up at the last minute and zooming around a few feet from the ground. The pitch was dark but the moon made it easy to see everything, the stands were casting shadows that covered a good amount of the pitch. Now I was sure someone would kill me if they knew I was outside, especially with Malfoy.
"Tell me Potter are you suicidal?"
"Stop popping up like that!" I yell touching my broom back down the ground and looking up crossly at Malfoy who was now starting his descend dropping down beside me.
"If you were paying attention you would of heard me calling you right before you almost broke your neck with that dive back there"
"Oh you care suddenly?" I ask raising an eyebrow at the tall boy who had suddenly became quite, "I wasn't aware my well being was part of your concern"
"It's not, but if anything happens I'll be blamed. Kindly kill yourself when I'm not suppose to be watching you" Malfoy drawls pretending to examine his nails. I scoff holding back a snort of amusement. I was actually shocked that Harry had not come storming out here yet shouting things about Malfoy being a Death Eater and trying to recruit me.
"I'll try and remember that next time, sorry to worry you" I mutter throwing Harry's broom down and sitting myself on the wet, cold grass. Who cares if I get pneumonia…and die, then I'd just be one less thing for Harry to complain about. Then my selfishness surly wouldn't bother him because it could be all about Harry all the time. Twit.
"Potter get off the ground"
"Why?" I ask, it was grass what did it matter if I sat on the friggen ground. Other then a worm or bug crawling in there nothing life threatening was going to happen.
"The grass is wet"
"Don't worry if I get a cold I won't tell anyone why I have it, your secrets safe worry not!" I sing sarcastically flopping down on my back staring up into the sky. I never really understood why Harry didn't fly out his anger, he was probably up in the Common Room yelling about me to Ron and Hermione. I suspect it would be at least a day before he swallowed his pride and talked to me, I wasn't apologizing because I didn't say anything all that hurtful he went out of his way to blame me for things.
The last time we had a fight this big was when he refused to tell anyone about what Umbridge did to him in detention. I refused to talk to him until he at least got it looked after instead of hiding it.
Someone was blocking my moon, one guess who.
"Malfoy move, your blocking my moon. I wish to tan, surly this is how you get that sickly pale glow" then again glow was right he looked like he was glowing in this light. It was kind of…pretty.
"Don't bother trying to pick a fight with me Potter"
"Why not!" I yell kicking his feet out from under him, hearing him land with a oddly pleasuring thump on the ground, "you live to fight with me, why won't you now!" I demand jumping onto his laying form grabbing his wand out of his shocked hand and throwing it behind me. Sure he could push me off but at least I didn't have to worry about his wand.
"What's wrong with you Potter? Get off me you dirty half-blood"
"No! Fight!"
"No!"
"Why not! No one's out here, they can't hear you! Usually you would have pissed me off more by now!" I yell attempting to pin his hands to his side. However apparently it wasn't his hands that I should be looking after. A leg hooks around my middle pushing me backwards and I feel myself being pinned to the wet grass.
"I don't want to fight with you Potter, now cut it out before I do something we'll both regret. Get your broom we're going inside" Malfoy orders pushing off from the ground in one swift motion and walking off out of my sight probably to look for his wand. I lay on the ground stubbornly, who did he think he was ordering me around like that.
"POTTER! GET UP!"
"Yes Father" I mock rolling onto my stomach and pushing myself off the wet grass, I was thoroughly damp and beginning to get cold from the crisp weather. I was probably going to get that cold. Damn.
"Dry yourself off women, do you want to get pneumonia and die" Malfoy snaps sounding more like his normal self. I look up at him, rolling my eyes, "What the hell would you care?" I snap back walking faster to pass him Harry's broom slung over my shoulder. Stupid boys.
"Where were you?!"
"Cooling off"
"Is that Harry's broom?"
"Take it, I'm going to bed" I mutter throwing the broom on the couch beside Ron and Hermione who looked like they were waiting for me. I couldn't see Harry so I figured he was doing the same as me. We both had the tendency to work out things by ourselves, in quite. No doubt Hermione would come upstairs and try to talk to me shortly. It bugged me how Harry was always their first priority, you know who I got to talk to? Sodding Malfoy!
I stomp into the empty dorm throwing myself down on my bed. I loved this dorm, there was no denying it. The beds were large, surrounded by heavy hangings that blocked out the sun rather efficiently which I enjoyed immensely. A short pecking at my window makes me grumble and sit up moodily, what now?!
I recognize a school owl and more or less grab the parchment before waving it away.
Tonight's display was uncalled for, you will not loose your temper like that again. You are becoming a women and I demand you conduct yourself as one, that little display at dinner will not happen again and if it does there will be great consequences. I understand you have had a hard summer but that is no excuse. In your first lesson with me expect a detention.
Severus.
Great, just great.