It was never beautiful at Hogwarts school. Surrounded by a Forest that had been burned to the ground by battles aplenty, a lake filled with the blood of Mermen, and a Sky swarming with Dementors, desiring the last bit of hope and joy on the planet that resided within the walls.
The people within, for the most part, were only slightly less worse off then the people being massacred in the world at large. Food was scarce, and it was up to many Advanced transfiguration students to multiply and create fresh food out of the air. Not a very nutritious lifestyle, but it got students through their studies.
And study they did: Whether it was to fight for the Genocide of all Mudbloods and Muggles, or those who felt that the war was wrong, the students worked hard, day and night, to make the grade and graduate.
However, they knew it was futile. Graduation meant nothing. The Dark Lord did not care what were your credentials were as long as forever loyalty was pledged to him, and the Order of the Phoenix (If you could even call it that) Was desperate enough for members as it was.
The Teachers publicly took sides in the conflict. Forcing politics down students throats was once considered wrong, and know, it was expected. If you did not show support for the Dark Lord, how were you to know that you would wake up in the Morning? Despite the overwhelming majority of teachers openly condemning Mudbloods, the reclusive Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, never spoke a word against it. Most were even doubting his own opinion of the matter, as he had not publicly voiced it in sometime.
Of course, Flower did not care about any of that.
The Ship Hedwig had 'borrowed' from the New Galactic Empire soared across the Planet's orbit. Flower starting humming to herself as the Ship began making calculations for the smoothest landing spot nearest to Hogwarts School.
"We're nearly home, Hedwig!" Flower cajoled. She was very pleased, although she had not accomplished her goal of awakening and slaughtering a Great Old One, that could wait. Voldemort was just a man, not a living force of Nature. If she didn't get to him, someone else would.
"Yes, yes." Hedwig said. She turned her head sideways, and opened her beak. This was the Owl equilvant of a relieved smile. Dealing with Flower for this long had rather worn her out. She would be glad to spend some time in the Owlery, and chat with all of her friends.
The Spaceship entered the atmosphere, and Flower smiled. After experiencing so many exotic planets, even her own Nine Point Eight G force of gravity felt like some beautiful nostalgia.
The Spaceship soared lower, and Flower could begin to make out cities and features of the land as they hurtled past. Flower whooped as she threw her hands in the air. Soaring through space was fun, but it got rather boring after a while. Flower's favorite part was the landing of some of the older models of Spaceships. Like this one right here.
Hedwig watched Flower. She was becoming anxious. She had only glanced out the window at the ruined cities below, before losing interest. Hedwig found herself wondering if what Harvey said was true.
"She hates him as much as we do." he had said, as he asked Hedwig to search for her old Master. "She'll fight alongside us. She has to."
They slammed into the lake, and Flower put her arms down as they slowed to a stop. "Wasn't that awesome, Hedwig?" She said.
"It was grest." Hedwig said. "Listen, we should find your brother-"
"Oh, he can wait." Flower said dismissively, as she popped open the hatch and stepped out. "Ah, it's a nice night." She said. She pulled herself out and sat on the side fin of the ship, sticking her bare feet into the water. "The water is nice!" She said, as she swished back and forth.
"Um. No." Hedwig said. "It's polluted."
"Really?" Flower said, as she leaned forward. "What's all this red stuff?"
"The Death Eaters enchanted the Giant Squid to never stop bleeding." Hedwig informed her. Flower, however, was nonplussed.
"Well, clean it then!" She said, as she stood up. She looked over to the castle, and she was surprised at the lack of lights coming from it, and the soaring, black things in cloaks. "Hedwig, what the hell are those?"
"Dementors." The Owl informed her.
"Huh." Flower said, as she looked back. "They look boring." She hopped down into the water, and looked back up at Hedwig. "Why are you still here?" She asked. "Go on: do whatever it is that Owls do."
Hedwig ruffled her feathers: Although she had had quite enough of Flower and her attitude, she was rather put off by the way she told her to go away. However, Hedwig was not complaining. She took off, and soared to the Owlery.
Flower did not even watch her go, as she swam back to shore. She got out, and shook herself dry. She couldn't help but notice that her clothes had a slight red tinge. Whatever, Flower thought. She would get some new, fresh ones from the school.
As she walked over the battered and scarred Earth on her way to the castle, she could not but wonder how many battles had taken place here. The fight against Professor Quirrel, for all intents and purposes, had caused nowhere near the damage to the ground and trees. Flower found herself somewhat envying everyone who stayed behind to fight. How many of Voldemort's men had fallen here? Flower, usually not at all fond of dealing with commonplace soldiers, rather liked the idea of fighting and destroying thousands upon thosands of Voldemort's men, if only to make the guy terrified before Flower killed him.
The front door was, for all intents and purposes, preventing Flower from her current goal: getting inside. Flower stood there, as she tried to recall how to open it. No ideas came to mind, so she resolved to knock on the door as hard as she could.
The sound echoed across the castle, and Flower waited for a second or two. Quickly losing patience, she knocked again.
Again, the beat came out unnaturally loud,
Flower was thinking of taking her chances with those weird flying things and jumping the wall, but the door swung open.
There stood another Elf, this time a proper, subserivient House elf.
"Good evening!" Flower said cheerfully, as she leaned forward. "I'm Flower Potter? The Sister of Harvey Potter?"
"Identification please, Miss?" The Elf said. He seemed to be more interested in the surrounding area then Flower herself. How rude!
"Hedwig told me to come back!" Flower snapped. She was annoyed at the lack of interest the Elf showed in her. "I was busy doing something. If I'm not wanted here, then I'll just go!"
As she turned on her heel to leave the elf, she was already planning her next move. Seeing the Castle again was nice, but if there was no fight going on, it was really not worth it to stick around.
"Hold it." A familiar voice said.
Flower turned around, and came face to face with her brother, Harvey.
He was not quite as what Flower remembered him. He used to be short, annoying, and rather stupid looking in his Anime T-Shirts. But now he was taller then Flower herself, and seemed rather quiet. He was also wearing yellow sunglasses.
"Flower." He said, as he stepped forward. "So nice to see you again."
"What do you want?" Flower asked.
"Let's go to the Tower, we'll talk there." He said, as he turned around. "Shut the door." He said to the elf.
Flower dashed inside the wall, and waited for a while for Harvey to leave. She knew the way, and she could always use a look around.
Although this was really, honestly nothing more then an excuse to avoid Harvey for now. He was in the Gryffindor Tower, and would be there when she arrived.
Flower took the time to refresh her memory of the Castle layout. She honestly could not even remember how many floors there were. The castle was as huge as ever, but Flower felt it was a little empty. It must have been the fact that it was late, and no one was wandering around.
In what seemed like no time at all, Flower found herself at the base of Gryffindor Tower.
"Open, damn you!" Flower said to the portrait. The picture rolled it's eyes and slid aside, and Flower clambered inside.
The common room seemed a bit more torn up then the last time Flower was here. Well, perhaps torn up was a bit of a stretch. It simply didn't seem as rich or comfortable as it had all those years ago.
"Ah, Flower." Harvey said. He was sitting in a plush armchair by the fire, surrounded by several others. "Have a seat."
Flower sauntered over to the group, and sat down on an unoccupied couch.
The Chairs and Couches of the room were all adjusted to form a circle around the Fireplace. Harvey was sitting facing the fire. On his right, sat Ron. He ignored Flower as he played on his GBA. Flower made a face at him. The meanie.
The chair on Harvey's left was empty, but the couch next to that was where Flower herself was sitting. Across from Flower, and sitting next to Ron, were two girls Flower had never seen before. One had a bright red mane of hair exactly the same as Ron's. She smiled at Flower, and Flower smiled back, and winked.
The other girl on the couch seemed to be completely unaware of what was going on. Her odd, pale eyes stared off into nothing, and she seemed disinterested in everything and everyone going on around her. Flower had never seen her before, but she was reminded strongly of someone, just by looking at her.
The chair to Flower's left was unoccupied. It was the same with the chair next to that.
Flower could not misplace the man sitting with his back to the fire if she tried. With his sleek, shiny, blond hair, pale complexion, and superior attitude, Draco Malfoy was hard to miss. He was sitting with his legs crossed, flanked by Crabbe and Goyled. He acknowledged Flower with a nod, and then his expression became unreadable.
"What the hell are Slytherins doing in the Tower?" Flower asked.
"This tower is temporaily unoccupied due to security concerns." Malfoy said. "We are free to meet here with our comrades if we so wish."
"Yes! Indeed!" Crabbe said, as he adjusted his monocle. "We typically have meetings in more secure locations, but as the security measures we have in place are not set for you quite yet-"
"Crabbe. Silence." Goyle thundered. "Remember, anyone could be listening."
"Ah, yes. Of course, My apologies."
"I don't think they're going to make it." Ron said, as he looked up from his Game Boy. "They should have been here by now. We can always put off their report until the next meeting. We need to give Flower the bare details."
"Yes, I agree." Harvey said.
"Okay, now you're just talking in riddles." Flower said. "Just give it to me straight: What the hell is going on here? I was told that something bad was going to happen if I didn't come back pronto, and I see you guys are just sitting around."
"Flower... The Forest is burning, the Lake is filled with blood, and there are literally-" With this, Draco flicked his wand, opening the window curtains, revealing several Dementors zooming around the tower, kept only at bay by a small, silver terrier. "incarnations of despair hovering around our meeting place." Draco said, as he glared at Flower. "Do you think everything is alright?"
"Well, yeah." Flower said. "I mean, you're all alive (Obviously) Voldemort's not here, and since I'm here, nothing can possibly go wrong." Flower said. She adjusted her body so that she was lying down on the couch. "I'm kind of tired." She complained. "Can this wait?"
"Flower, this Castle is literally the last hope for this planet, and if you don't wake up right now I'll-"
"Calm down, Draco." Harvey said. "She doesn't yet understand the situation, no?"
"That's no excuse to dismiss us as not suffering enough to require her help!"
"Oh, I'll help!" Flower said brightly, as she sat up. "I mean, you wanna kill Voldemort, right? I'm all over that shit."
"Flower-" Harvey began.
"Screw this." Malfoy complained. "Look, she doesn't understand, and she clearly doesn't want to understand. I say we send her back into space."
"Huh?" Flower was rather taken aback. Draco and Flower had always been good friends (At least, Draco actually acted on Flower's feelings for him... unlike Freaking Ron 'I'm scared of Voldemort' Weasley.)
"Flower has shown that she is willing to fight with us." Harvey said. "I trust her to do nothing more, and nothing less."
"I can do that!" Flower said brightly.
"Alright." Draco said. "We'll allow Flower to defend this Castle from any and all invaders. No discussing important details in front of her. Agreed?"
"Agreed."
Draco seemed satisfied with this, as he relaxed a bit in his chair. "I suppose there's nothing more we can do until that report arrives, is there?"
"Hang on." Crabbe cut in. "What about the iniation?"
"Do we really want to do that here?" Malfoy asked. "Do you think it's safe?"
"Yes." Goyle said, nodding. "Dean and Seamus are still safe, so there are nothing worse then Dementors running around."
"Good." Malfoy said. "Well, I suppose we have to get this over with." He motioned to the red head girl. "Ginny! Prepare the circle!"
"Oh! Yes, of course!"
Ginny pulled out her wand and began muttering under her breath as lines became intertwined between the people.
"Hmm... We need... Seven." Draco said, as he did a quick head count. "Is Luna up to this?"
"All she has to do is stand still." Ginny said. "I'll keep a hold on her."
"When I grow up, I want to be a cat." Luna said, dreamily.
The white lines became more and more complex as the formed an intricate symbol, Three Triangles, each touching the tips of two others, forming another triangle in the middle.
"Stand in the middle, Flower." Harvey said.
Flower stood up, and walked over to the spot.
...
"Congratulations. Now, you are one of us." Malfoy said. "Harvey will fill you in on the details of what you should do as you go along. Now, if that is all, I think I will be going to bed. Night-"
"Hello." A soft, feminine, voice said, Flower nearly broke her neck to see who was at the door.
Hermione had changed over the Summer. Gone were the large buck teeth, the unfashionable clothes, and her messy brown hair. Her teeth were perfect, shining in the sun, and oh, who am I kidding. You've read this before.
"Hello, Flower!" Hermione said brightly as she walked over. "I went down to appeal to the Headmaster, asking if you can come back to school. Since it's for defense purposes, he's agreed to re-instate. You start your first day of Fifth Year tomorrow. Here's your schedule."
She held it out, and Flower stared at her with a flabbergasted expression. This was Hermione? Hermione was... cool?
"Flower?" Hermione asked, as she waved a hand in front of her face. "Hello?"
"I think Draco's right." Harvey said. "Bed time. I don't think she's going to make it back, tonight."
"Finally!" Ron said, as he shut his gameboy. "I need to rest up for Potions!"
"Come on, Flower." Hermione cajoled. "Bed time. Let's go."
The Adventures would start for real, tomorrow. Flower suddenly decided. Nothing could stop her. Nothing.