A/N: I'm SOOOOOOOOO sorry I haven't updated in months!! My computer had some spyware and virus problems, and it took forever to get it fixed! But here's the new chapter in Lutz and Flutz, and I'm working on a short sequel. ENJOY, and I'll have a new chapter for The Spell of Light and A Hardened Heart up soon!

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Chapter 2: Y and I

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"So how long have you been using this room?" asked Hermione, sounding a bit apprehensive.

"Since my first night at Hogwarts," said Autumn. "I got lost and stumbled into a fully stocked rink. A few days later, I decided to hide all my gear when I found Parkinson going through my stuff."

She pulled her leg into a standing split and asked thoughtfully, "do Potter and Weasley mind you hanging out here with a Slytherin?"

"They probably think I'm in the library," snorted Hermione. "What Colin wouldn't do to get pictures of you stretching."

"Tell him to get in line," grumbled Autumn, releasing her leg and hopping around to get her legs warm. "Though Miko probably has it worse off than I do. She can't walk do the street in Japan without paparazzi following her.

"Hey, wait," she suddenly said, turning to Hermione. "How long were you here yesterday?"

"Until you left," admitted Hermione, smiling at her sheepishly. Autumn felt a surge of excitement as she said, "did you notice anyone else here?"

Hermione frowned. "No, I don't think I did," said Hermione thoughtfully.

"Hmmm…" muttered Autumn as she pulled on her lucky fuzzy-socks.




"Autumn Harrow, you've just won the British Senior National Championships for the sixth year in a row. How are you feeling now?"?" asked a middle-aged woman with fake blonde ringlets and chipped hot pink nails.

"It feels great, especially since it means I can go to Senior Worlds," said Autumn with a small smile. "Though I seriously have to give props to Lydia, 'cause she put on a great performance."

The red-headed girl, Lydia, gave Autumn a warm smile and said, "I'm disappointed I can't go to worlds, but I'm, happy with my performance, and hope Autumn can get Britain another spot next year."

"Thank you ladies. "

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Its no surprise to the skating world that Autumn, named a prodigy at the age of seven when she stormed the Junior Nationals with grace many three times her age never had, will be attending the Senior World Championships.

"Grace and style are two things that are honed as a skater matures. And to see a young child have that much style and grace, and complete triple-doubles, is absolutely astounding."

The only thing that has ever held young Autumn back has been her age. Skaters must be at least fourteen to travel internationally and sixteen to attend Worlds and the Olympics.

"It is almost maddening to see these young new skaters, such as Miko Taharo, Kim Heung, and Autumn Harrow, being held back by their age, when they would probably do just as well at Seniors and the Olympics. A team of doctors had gotten together after Tara Lipinski won the World title at fourteen, and advised ISU to set an age limit so that these young skaters can avoid injury. Which is absolutely ridicules because they're still doing these jumps in the Junior competitions. "

The biggest question that has been asked for the past few years has been: would these three skaters have done well at the Olympics and Worlds championships? Many will reply 'yes.'




"…and-that-conclude-the-theory-behind-Belise-seeds," muttered Autumn as she completed her potions essay. Hermione chuckled as she threw her quill onto the floor and stretched luxuriously. "I really hate potions," groaned Autumn as she slouched lazily into her chair.

"You still have charms to do, Autumn," smiled Hermione and Autumn groaned again.

"I don't mean to sound horrid," said Autumn quietly, checking her watch. "But don't you have a club of sorts to get to?" Hermione blanched.

"I don't-"started Hermione, but Autumn interrupted her, "yeah, I know about Potter's group. Trust me, if I didn't, Malfoy would've had you guys by now. I've been keeping him and Umbridge off your tails since November."

"How did…" stammered Hermione and Autumn smiled mischievously at the flustered girl.

"The Bloody Baron told me," said Autumn easily.

"The Bloody Baron…" said Hermione faintly.

"That, and when I couldn't get in to skate, I waited until some group of Ravenclaws –I think it was Edgecombe and Corner; you should watch out for them by the way- and saw them go in. The Bloody Baron told me the rest," said Autumn. "I really must thank you guys. I can now run 4 ½ miles and still do my normal workout."

"Please don't tell anyone!" pleaded Hermione, and Autumn stared straight into the pale girl's eyes.

"Hermione, I'm about to tell you something that could possibly put my life and career in danger. I'm a muggle-born."

"What?!" gaped Hermione. "But I though only purebloods could get into Slytherin." Autumn shook her head.

"No. That may have been what Salazar Slytherin may have wanted, but the Sorting Hat places people based on their personalities. Trust me, I'm one of the most ambitious people you'll ever meet," smirked Autumn. "Hermione, I want Voldemort to fall and I want Potter to win. If that means doing what I'm doing now and rating him out, than fine. I just want to live to see Vancouver.

"Oh, and it's eight; you'd better get going if you don't want to be late," said Autumn.

The stunned girl nodded numbly and left, shooting Autumn a final over her shoulder before exiting the Library. Autumn turned back to her charms book and let out a tired groan.


With Hermione….

Hermione flew into the Room of Requirement and slammed the door shut behind her. Harry, someone knows!" she cried, and Harry paled. There was a small moment of panic before Hermione shouted, "it's alright, she's trustworthy!"

"Who is it?" said Parvati Patil.

"I-"started Hermione, but was interrupted by a snide voice saying, "its Harrow, isn't it? I see you two hanging out at the library all the time."

"No, it's not her," snapped Hermione. "And she needed help with her Potions essay."

"Hermione," asked Harry. "Are you sure this person is trustworthy?"

"Yes," said Hermione without any hesitation.




"Now, with me I have our own Devyn Richards and Britain's Autumn Harrow. How are you ladies?" asked Peter Caruthers, and both girls on either side of him gave him a small smile and replied positively.

"I feel like I'm in a bad place right now; maybe I could just lean outa' the way. But Devyn, you just received your Senior rank. How do you think you'll fair in the Senior ranks?" asked Peter, and Autumn suppressed a groan.

"Well, I think that they're all really good skaters, and I can only hope I have what it takes to win" said Devyn, her voice lightly laced with sarcasm. Peter, however, missed it.

"Now Autumn, I know you don't like talking about your rivalries, but what have they done to better your performances?" asked Peter, and Autumn shrugged.

"They motivate me to do better, I suppose. Devyn skated in my first international competition and I remember how much her performances made me want to improve. Miko and Kim have done so since, and I admire them a lot," said Autumn.

"What about Devyn?" asked Peter, and Autumn had to resist the urge to throw something at the man.

"She's just another skater who stands in the way of winning," shrugged Autumn.

"I think that's all for now," said Peter with a nervous laugh at the cold look Devyn threw her. "Before we leave, do you two have any advice to give to each other?"

"No," said Autumn calmly.

"No," said Devyn coolly.

"You had them warmed up, Peter, and then it just froze over again," laughed Terry.




"I HATE homework," grumbled Autumn, and the Bloody baron smirked at the irritated girl.

"Look on the bright side," said the Baron. "You only have Divination left."

Autumn groaned again. "What on Earth possessed me to take that class?!"

The Baron chuckled, and Autumn slammed her head onto the table. The Baron voice was cool and chilling, though it never seemed to bother her; she liked the cold.

"Hey, Baron, what do you think of Hermione?" asked Autumn, and the Baron lapsed into a thoughtful silence.

"If she weren't so brave, I should think she would make an excellent Slytherin. But then again," he said amusedly, "if you weren't so ambitious, I would think you would have been a model Hufflepuff."

"Nah, I'm too sarcastic. They don't like that about me," said Autumn lightly, packing her bag.

"Yet you are one of the hardest workers I have ever had the pleasure of meeting," countered the Baron. Autumn smiled and said, "I wand to be great, Baron. People have been calling me a prodigy since I was seven. I have a lot of expectations to live up to."

"The only expectation you have to live up to is your own; you a much too critical of your talents," said the Baron. "Trust an old man such as myself when I say you will excel in everything you do."

"Except potions," replied Autumn jokingly, and then looked at the Baron slyly. "This is one of those moments that you'll deny if I ever bring up again, isn't it?"

"In a heart beat," said the Baron firmly. "I'll have you know I'm a healthy twenty-eight."

"Add on eight hundred more years and you'll be close," teased Autumn, walking through the dreary dungeons.

"Hey," she said, stopping. "Were you at my practice yesterday?"

"Yes," said the Baron. "You need to punch your knee through more, by the way."

"I know, I know," she said quickly. "But I was wondering if there was anyone else besides Hermione was there."

"Yes, "said the Baron, frowning. "That boy who is always watching you, Zabini. I must say, he has an impressive Shield Charm."

"He was there," she muttered, frowning as she began walking again. "He's a wild card, but I think I can trust him not to say anything."

She whispered the password to the Fat Man (whom she suspected was interested in Violet of the third floor.). "'Night, Baron," she said, walking up to her dorm.


and here she goes for the triple axel. She'll be the first British woman and the youngest to ever complete this jump in competition at ten years old. Here she goes…AND SHE NAILS IT! Beautiful height and a light, airy landing…




"Harry wants to meet you," said Hermione casually as Autumn came to a halt in front of her, breathing laboriously. She took a long draught from her water bottle.

"Well, I really don't want to meet with him, sorry," said Autumn, taking a seat on the ice. It felt good on her sore muscles. "I'm trying to stay off the radar, and I've noticed a lack of juice in the gossip mill lately. I don't need anymore association with the Golden trio than I already have."

Hermione sighed and lapsed into a pensive silence.

"Hey," said Autumn, hopping up and stretching. "What time is it?"

"7:30, why?" said Hermione, and Autumn sighed.

"Man, I'm tired," said Autumn, getting up and stretching. "And we're running in Muggle Studies tomorrow."

"Oh yeah," said Hermione glumly.

"Drink lots of water tonight, trust me," said Autumn, taking another long draught from her water bottle, "it'll help a lot."

"Why do you take that class, anyway, if you're a muggle?" asked Hermione curiously. Autumn smiled and said, "Malfoy refused to take that class. I still don't get why Nott and Zabini are in that class, though."

Hermione waited as Autumn quickly took a shower and stuffed her skates into the locker. The two girls walked down to the Great Hall together, debating heavily over the runes they had studied earlier that week.

"I still say…" said Autumn huffily, and shrieked as someone grabbed her arm.