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Chapter 3
Harriet's P.O.V
I ran at the barrier, Harry and Ron right behind me. CRASH! I smashed into the wall and Harry slammed into my back and Ron bulldozed into him. My face made contact with the floor a second later, Zoe mewed and Hedwig screeched. "Just what do you three think you're doing?" An angry guard stood over us. I recognised him as Henry from the Hermes cabin. "What does it look like Hen?" I glowered, clambering to my feet. "Harriet! Harry!" He grinned. "Who's your friend?"
"Ron." Harry said, righting Hedwig's cage. "What are you doing?" He raised an eyebrow. "School." I muttered, wiping blood from a new cut on my forehead. "Ah. I better make a good show of throwing you out or my boss will have my head."
Fred's P.O.V
The train moved off and the other three still hadn't come through the barrier. "I wonder if something's happened to them." Neville said worriedly. "Knowing those three, something probably has." Luna grinned. "I hope they get to school ok." Ginny said. "I'm sure they'll be fine." I said, trying to reassure the whole compartment. We fell in to silence for a long time. When the trolley came round I remembered last year, when Harriet had devoured almost every chocolate frog she brought. We changed into our uniform and Luna said. "If they didn't get the train then Harry can fly and Harriet has Hero." I nodded. "Yeah. I guess." George said, we lapsed into silence again. Then a flash of gold shot passed the window. Someone whooped in joy. "Ron! I told you to hold on! Harry can't catch you every time." Harriet's voice called from outside. "Jeez."
"Do you want to die?"
"No."
"Then shut up and hold on." We rushed to the window and saw Harriet and Ron ridding a golden Pegasus and Harry riding the winds next to them. "GUYS!" Luna yelled out the window. "Luna!" Harriet turned Hero towards the window. "We couldn't get through the barrier." Harry said. "So we came up with an alternative." Harriet grinned. "That you did. Well done." I grinned. "How long until the train stops?" Harry asked. "About, half and hour." Neville said. "Ok, see you then. Hero, up." The three shot into the clouds. "See you in a bit." Harry waved and whizzed after them.
All the first years had been sorted and Dumbledore was doing some announcements, something about Biting Kettle's being banned. Just as the food appeared the massive window above the teachers shattered and a golden horse fell to the stone floor. It was Hero. "Shit." Harry appeared in the window. "Shit shit shit." He landed and started to hull Hero up who shimmered and disappeared. Ron and Harriet lay still on the cold stone floor in front of the teachers, blood trickled from a cut on Harriet's forehead. The whole hall was silent. Dumbledore stood. "Mr Potter, what happened?" Harry didn't answer, he glanced round the hall, spotted Lockhart at the teachers table and glared at Dumbledore. "None of your business, right now I think medical attention is needed." Dumbledore nodded to Madam Pomphry and she took the three away. "On with the feast." Dumbledore forced a smile. I shrugged at George and piled my plate high.
We stayed up late that night waiting form them to come up to the common room. When they finally got back , Harry was looking pissed, Ron kinda annoyed and Harriet was rubbing her new stitches. "I wish Madam Pomphry would've let my have some nectar." She grumbled slouching on the sofa. "At least you don't have detention with Mr I'm So Perfect." Harry flopped next to his sister. "No, I have it with Snape." Harriet grinned. "And I'm cleaning the fucking trophy room." Ron sat on the floor. "Sad luck little brother." George grinned. "Where's Hermione?" Harriet asked, pulling the cork of and vile of gold liquid. "In bad." Neville said, Harriet sighed. "Why I am not surprised?" Harriet looked really sad. "Hay, she'll get over it." I grinned. "Maybe. But the guy's gotta slip up sometime. I can't believe Dumbledore hired him." Harriet twirled one of daggers through her fingers. "You can always gut him if he get's to close." Harry yawned. "I'm off to bed. Anyone coming?" Ron was already snoring in a armchair. "Oh yay." Harry grabbed my brothers ankles and pulled. Ron fell to the floor with a thump and carried on snoring. Harriet giggled. "Need some help?" George stood up. "Please." Harry nodded, George grabbed Ron's arms and helped Harry carry him to bed. "Think he'll wake up 'till breakfast?" Harriet giggled. "No." I snorted. "Think we'll have a quiet year?"
"No."
"Think Lockhart will actually teach us anything?"
"No, except how to curl our hair."
"Or how to blind people with our teeth."
"Or how to be an idiot." We went on like that for a while, in the end we where laughing so hard we could barely breath. "We probably should go to bed." Harriet said finally. "Probably, it is 1.30." I said looking at my watch. "Holy Hephaestus. We're so dead." Harriet grinned at me. "See you in the morning if we're not zombies." I chuckled. "I thought you have to be dead to be a zombie."
"Details, but I do know one thing abut zombies."
"What?"
"They are fun to kill." And with the Harriet turned and headed to bed, leaving me to wonder what she meant. After deciding to ask in the morning, I too went to bed.
Harriet's P.O.V
When I woke up in the morning, Apollo still hadn't come up. As I kicked off my golden covers and pulled back my hangings, I glanced over at my ex-best friend's bed. Hermione hadn't been in the same compartment as the others yesterday and she hadn't waited up for us, it was clear. She hated me. I slipped out the dorm, my slipper boots dragging. The common room was empty and the fat lady was asleep was I silently exited the warm room. I was lost in though as I made my way down to the Great Hall. I didn't even notice when Harry said good morning, but I did notice when Lockhart winked at me from the teachers table. I gave him the view of my middle finger and flomped next to my brother. "What's wrong?" Harry asked, shoving a plate of food in front of me. "My life." I muttered, poking the breakfast articles with a fork. "It can't be that bad." Neville said. "It is."
"How?"
"Well, my best friend hates me, Mr Shiny Teeth over there seems to love me, my other brother is in America and is on the brink of war, Voldemort is still alive, Dumbledore employed Lockhart, I can't find my own godfather, frankly Neville. My life is a mountain of Centaur shit." I sighed and pushed my untouched plate away. "I'm going to get changed." I stood up and left the hall. The common room had a few sleepy soles when I finally reached it. Hermione pushed past me on her way to the portrait hole. "You ok?" George asked as he and Fred passed. I shrugged and made my way up to my dorm. By the time I'd had a shower, washed my hair and got changed into my uniform it was time for lessons, and oh joy oh joy. Defence Against the Dark Arts was first.