CHAPTER 6!

Now this is a long chapter , not as long as the first 2(I think) but long. I have been feeling pretty bad seeing as the other chapters have been so short, i just try and get you something to read in the mean time.

SO this was a fun chapter to write. And i kept my promise and gave you some Albus, hold your aplause. haha. I actually played the prank(one mention in this chapter) on my friend... WOW, is all i can say...

So here it is.

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Disclaimer: I am J.K Rowling. That is why i am in school, fighting with my brother and South African. HAHAHA! I WISH... So no, i am not her. :(

Chapter 6

In the mirror, I saw a girl. She was not beautiful, no. She was not breathtaking, and yet she wasn't plain either. Her dark brown hair fell in to lockets just above her waist. She wasn't tall and yet not exactly short either ,and even though she was extremely skinny, she was still a great deal curvy. Her eyes though, the blueness of it was striking, like the colour of the sea, they bore into you as if seeing your every movement and thought.

Yes, there were things that looked out of place. Like the pale glow of her skin gave her a sick kind of look. Her high cheek bones didn't seem to correspond with her other facial features. And had numerous scars, espeacially the one in her neck. But it wasn't important.

I didn't feel like the girl in the mirror, I felt like I was looking at someone else. I felt like an imposture.

They both stared at me, while I stared at myself in the mirror, waiting to see some sort of out of place expression, maybe even a 'Whoop' of joy, but I felt frozen.

The door banged open, James and Albus came in closely followed by Mr. Potter. They all stopped at the sight of me… well clean.

James and Albus stared at me, which made me a little uncomfortable. Both not saying anything.

Mr. Potter on the other hand looked thoughtful as if trying to remember something. He walked forward; face still showing that he was deep in concentration.

"You look so familiar." I said to me, I didn't answer seeing as he was mentally absent from this scene. I shrugged. And looked over at Lily who nudged her mother and looked pointedly at the boys, who were still looking at me (IF THAT MAKES SENSE). Now I was really starting to feel uncomfortable, so I did the most matured thing that came to mind and stared at them back, hoping they could feel the same sense of awkwardness.

Lily seemed to be getting a little bored of the staring game going on among us and said impatiently, " So how do you like it?" She asked me.

I looked at myself in the mirror and crooked my head to the side, "I don't have a choice, now do I?"

I laughed.

She rolled her eyes. I took one looked at myself and laughed again. They all stared at me as though I have gone mad, which I probably have.

"What is it?" James asked me, having stopped staring. However, Albus hadn't.

"It's nothing really." This brought out a new fit of giggles.

"Come on, spill." He came and sat down too, joining me in the mirror.

"Compared to the last time I saw myself, I am ancient." I giggled again.

This seemed to snap Albus's attention, "You're the same age as me."

He seemed so shocked.

I laughed, "My point exactly. Terribly old." I looked down at the floor in mock sadness.

He looked at me for a second and screamed, "Is that a grey hair I see?"

I looked at him shocked for a second, was he serious or was this joke. Either way my hands flew up to my head anyway, he laughed.

"It's not funny." I pouted, it was childish I know, but come on. Grey hair?

He crossed his arms in a stubborn way, "I beg to differ."

"I'll get you back. Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow, but I will. And who knows I might even get James to help me."

James looked at me for a second and high-fived me, "All right."

Albus didn't seem phased by this and said, "I know where you live."

I laughed, "Well I would hope so."

Everyone laughed, even him.

Lily interrupted our little conversation asking, "So what you guys doing up in here anyway?"

Albus answered the question, "Well, seeing as you can't use your legs-Which you have no idea how sorry I am-"

I cut him off, "Did you come and damage my back?" I didn't wait for him to answer, "No. You didn't. That's all me and those other bloodsucking idiots," I said bitterly.

It was his turn to interrupt me, "No, but I was the one who caused you to go back and knock over that glass."

I argued back, "Exactly. I knocked over the glass, causing it to mess on me. Besides, I knew something was wrong the moment I first woke up."

They stared at me.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Mr. Potter asked.

I shrugged, "Because to be honest I wasn't really in what you would call my 'right mind'. And besides, I knew something was wrong but couldn't exactly place a finger on what exactly."

This conversation was a waste of my time, not their fault, mine.

So, I asked, "So why are you guys up here?"

Albus looked at me and said, but not before throwing me a look that states we-are-not-done, "Oh that, seeing as you can't use your legs and is sentenced to bed rest, we have decided to bring some entertainment to you. Though we still have to go fetch it. Dad won't help us with magic; we have to carry it up all the way up here."

He cast one last look at his father, pleading, who just shook his head and winked at me. I knew what he was thinking 'this is going to be interesting'.

The boys sighed; I couldn't help but feel a little bad for them. They were carying stuff to the room where I slept. I would do what I could to help.

"I have an idea." I told them. They both looked at me curiously.

"Go fetch an old duvet, a big one if you can." This only seemed to make them more confused.

"Why a duvet?" James asked.

I would have thought if obvious, but apparently not.

"You pile the things on to the duvet, using it almost like a portable table. James holds it on one side and Albus holds it on the other, thus making it easier to carry and you are able to carry more at a time."

They both stared, this was getting annoying.

"What? Its common sense." I said I huffed.

"Smart too." James said, winked, and left the room.

"Thanks." Was all Albus said. And he too left.

Therefore, they spent the next half hour piling things into my- I mean the room. Books, paper, pens, quills, pencils, and even a television (which I was able to remember, much to my joy.)

By seven a clock that night, we were all on the bed, dressed in pajama's about to watch a movie. I was excited and could hardly contain myself. They all were laughing at me commentating on how similar I looked to a hyper squirrel.

Though it was a tight squeeze, we all managed to fit on the bed nicely. Albus on my one side and James on the other. Lily was at the end saying that she gets tired early.

There was first a huge argument over which movies to watch, seeing as none of them have ever used the television before. Purebloods.

When I asked them why they had it, they said that their grandfather were obsessed with muggle appliances. Too which I just laughed.

We ended up going for a horror.

But as the movie progressed I didn't really understand what was so scary. There was only the one time where something jumped out and I buried my head in neck. After that, it was fine, though Albus and James were laughing about it throughout the rest of the movie, which ended up with me swatting them.

Next we watched a comedy, which had me in fits of laughter throughout it. Even James and Albus laughed and then that made me laugh, I felt eyes on me and turned to see Albus with a small smile on his lips, I grinned at him and did the same back at me.

So after much laughter and popcorn fights the lateness of the night settled in and I found myself getting sleepy as we watched a romance. Lily had passed out during the horror already and I could feel myself doing the exact same thing, I rolled over and closed my eyes. It was so comfortable and smelled great. Like the forest just after it had rain, that fresh, new kind of scent. I moved closer to it, letting it be my comfort as I went into the darkness. Someone was playing with my hair; it made me think of mama and wondered if she played with it. However, for once it didn't make me sad thinking of her. That night I slept with a small smile on my face.

The light coming through the window woke me up in the morning. That and I was starving, but my body refused to wake and my eyes to open. It was so comfortable and that smell was still there, I could have stayed like this all day without ever feeling the need to get up. I was prepared for doing just that until I realized it was moving. Up and down. That's when my curiosity started taking over. I slowly opened my eyes, thank goodness the curtains were closed. The first thing I saw was a dark green material, definitely not the colours of my bed. That and it was moving, slowly I moved my head upwards to see what it was and to discomfort it was…

Albus.

To say I was shocked was a little bit of an understatement, but the thought of finding him comfy and having a nice smell just-

I tried to figure out how I felt by that. It was all so wrong and yet nice, which just confused me. I tried to joke about it and say he makes a good pillow, but that didn't feel right. I told myself that the bed was small for all four of that and I just enjoyed not having to wake up with my arm not numb. This didn't seem to put water to my curiosity. But I ended up trying to put it from my mind.

So I sat there trying to find something to occupy myself with as the others just slept. Lily had gone, I expect she left when it became too hard to sleep in such small space. At first I stared at the roof, then sat up staring at them, hoping to see a sign that they were going to wake up, but they didn't. Then I got bored and decided to see if there sixth sense work, so I stared at them hoping they would get the feeling that they were being watched and would wake up. But those two slept like rocks.

When I had finally had enough, I decided that I was going to watch the view; I looked over to where the grand windows were and thank the heavens that they started just at the end of the bed where I sat yesterday. The only problem was getting over James without waking him up. Careful not to touch him, I dragged myself there using my arms and surprisingly managed quite well .There was only one time that he turned around and I held my breath for a good thirty seconds before I decided he was sleeping soundly again.

When I had finally made it there I realized that I forgotten about one little problem. The curtains.

I tried my hardest to open the curtains without waking them up. After struggling for ten minutes and to no avail and I was covered in sweat. My body wasn't used to doing this much ,especially the ribs. I sighed and tried once more. Huffing and puffing. Reaching and stretching . Almost there.

A hand passed mine and clutched the curtain pulling it open; I turned around only to find Albus smiling at me. I smile back slightly, then remembering the 'pillow' situation and hoped that he mistakes the blush for a sweaty, red face. I looked out the window as he came and sat next to me.

"Good morning." He said softly, I shook my head then pointed to James. He only laughed.

"Trust me. A war could be going on around him and he wouldn't wake up."

I laughed, "Then morning."

He smiled, I looked back out the window and I could honestly say that it astounded me. The sun coming up from behind from behind the forest. The different colours painting the sky a variety of colours, pink, orange and different shades of blue. The stars fading as the light took over the land.

"Aurora." I whispered, smiling slightly.

I looked at Albus, who seemed to have put it together, " Sunrise?"

I nodded.

We sat there in silence, just looking out of the window and enjoying each other's presence. And I didn't feel awkward any more after the -what the hell- 'pillow' incidence.

He reached over and pulled the window open. The breeze blowing my tangled hair softly out of my face. I felt the wind on my face and sighed. I always used to fantasize of flying, never worrying about where I am going, but knowing I was getting there anyway. Being free, finally being me.

I was so caught up in the moment that I whispered, "I wish I could fly."

I looked over at him waiting for him to laugh, but he just looked at me curiously, "Do you really?"

I shook my head, "Yes, but I can't." I looked at him seeing his confused expression and added,

"Besides having no wings?"

He laughed.

"Heights."

He nodded, "But you haven't even tried before?"

"No, but the whole 'height' factor is kind of a big problem and the no wings." I said jokingly.

He snorted, "There are other ways to fly than using wings."

I stared at him mockingly , "Name one."

"Brooms."

I stared at him, "Your joking ,right?"

He smirked, " No, not at all. We do actually use brooms."

I giggled, "Sounds like those classic which stories. Witches riding brooms, who would have thought?"

I chuckled and so did he.

"Fine name another." I challenged him.

"Flying carpet." He said simply.

I raise my eyebrows, 'Well, it's safer than a broom." I reasoned.

He chortled, "So flying?"

"What about it?"

"What if you flew with me?" he asked, I looked at him suspiciously.

"Depends on whether or not you like your eardrums." I nudged him.

He chuckled, "So is that a yes?"

I raised my eyebrows, "It's a maybe," I paused then added sarcastically, "But only if it's a magic carpet."

We both laughed until a pillow was thrown at us courtesy of James, who just turned around and fell asleep again.

"I have an idea." Albus whispered to me and put his fingers over his mouth.

He tip-toed across the room to the desk where they kept the pencils, quills and for some odd reason makers.

"James made us buy them." He answered my unasked question. He tossed me one, which I caught and pointed to James who was lying on his back. I giggled, getting the message. I started to drag myself but Albus, seeing I was struggling, picked me up as if I were a feather and put me on the other side of the bed close to James.

And so we scribbled; sideburns, mustaches, pimples, blue eyes, and a uni-brow.

I looked at our masterpiece and had to stuff my hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing. I looked over at Albus who seemed to be doing the same and then a thought struck me. I pointed over to the popcorn and chip dip from last night; he looked at me curiously but passed it over to me anyway.

I put some of the dip in his hair, making it stick up in all directions and Albus placed the popcorn up his nose.

He looked so ridiculous that I stuffed a pillow over my face to drown the giggles that escaped my mouth. I looked up and high fived Albus and just like that we both reached for a pillow to stuff our faces in.

A knock on the brought us back to reality.

Lily walked in still in her pajamas, I put my hand over my lips symbolizing her to keep quiet, and she looked at us suspiciously.

Albus pointed at the pillow then at James and started counting down with his fingers, I got the point. Bringing the pillow above my head.

1…

2…

3…

Both Albus and I hit him with a pillow, he got such a fright he sat up and Lily did the most wonderful thing ever. She screamed.

James opened his eyes. Pounding sounds in the hallway until Mr. and Mrs. Potter appeared in the doorway.

"What the_" Mr. Potter stopped at the sight of James and so did his wife.

A moment of silence…

And they all were in tears. Laughter echoed from the walls, Albus and I were hanging onto each other for support tears staining our faces. James was utterly confused trying to ask us what was wrong.

"Oh honey what did you do to yourself?" Mrs. Potter asked, chocking on laughter.

James looked at her confused, "Nothing. Why?"

None of answered but only laughed harder.

Finally, he got up, sick of us not telling him and walked into the bathroom.

1…

2…

3…

A high-pitched scream echoed.

"My beauty." He screamed as if he were in agony.

We laughed.

He kept going on and on about how his reputation was over. His looks demolished. And don't get me started on his hair… I thought he was crying.

When he was done grieving, he stormed into the bedroom.

"You two!" He bellowed at us. "You shall pay."

And he stormed out the room.

I waited until the footsteps were gone, "He still has popcorn in his nose."

And this caused a brand new round of laughter.

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