Who's seen A Very Potter Musical? I have!

Chapter 5

Harriet's P.O.V

I sat up and stretched and punched someone in the nose. "Aw. Harriet, what was that for?" Fred rubbed his nose. "Sorry Fred, I did not mean to hit you." Fred grinned. "It's ok."

"Where we here all night?" Fred yawned. "I think so."

"Well, we're skewed." I laughed. "Probably. But still, we had fun."

"I did tell you killing Zombies was fun." I said, shrinking the T.V. and game station. "Actually I preferred killing the marines." Fred grinned, gathering up all the empty wrappers. "Really? Really Fred." I raised an eyebrow. "Hay, don't judge. I'm pretty sure Percy likes crashing the motorcycles into trees."

"Sounds like him, come on. People'll worried. And knowing peoples minds." I shook my head and opened the door. "Knowing minds what?" Fred looked confused. "Well." I felt my face heat up. "We spent a night, alone, in the same room. And um, we're not dating." Fred went redder then his hair. "Oh. Yeah. Now I see." We walked down the corridor in silence, good thing it was so early and no one was around otherwise that would have been awkward. "Where have you two been?" The fat lady asked when we reached the portrait hole. "None of your business and if you know what's good for you, you won't mention this to anyone." I glared at her. "Mandrake." Fred said and the portrait swung forward. "Well, good night. Or Morning, is it morning?" I asked. "Yeah, its about seven." Fred looked at his watch. "Jeez, and no one's up yet?" I lent against a wall. "We Gryffindors aren't know to be early risers."

"And it is Saturday. I don't think I've ever seen a Gryffindor up before eight on the weekend."

"It's probably a tradition."

"Probably." I grinned. "Hay, we should do this again sometime."

"What? Stand in the Gryffindor common room talking. I think we do that enough any way."

"No, I meant the video game marathon. Are you free next Friday?"

"Fred Weasely." I stood up strait, one hand on my hip. "Are you asking me out?" Fred went red again. "Well, when you put it like that, I guess I am. Harriet Potter, will you be my girlfriend?"

"Well, I guess I'll have to say yes. And you do realise my brothers will try to kill you?"

"Try?" Fred asked. "They'll have to get through me first." I shrugged. "And we both know I could kick both their asses." I grinned. "I'm sure you'll have no difficulty." He laughed. "And they both know it."

"So does Lockhart."

"Oh, that reminds me. You need to kick him in the nuts." I grinned. "I was joking."

"But I'm not."

"You worry me." I grinned. "That's ma job, to worry everybody."

"Actually, you're job is to get Harry into trouble."

"I have many jobs. One of them is probably saving the world."

"Probably." Then was a sudden noise in the corner of the common room, closest to the portrait hole. "Who's there?" I said reaching for my dagger. "Hang on." Fred caught my wrist. "It has to be a Gryffindor. No one else knows our password." Someone sniffed. "It's ok, I won't let her hurt you." A tiny first year boy crept out the shadows, he had an old camera hanging around his neck. "Collin? What are you doing?" Fred asked, now I remember, Harry said something about a kid following him around. "Oliver wouldn't let me on the pitch." Collin sniffed, whipping his nose on his robes. "Why not?" Collin shrugged. "Don't know." Fred grinned. "Well, if he hadn't, I would have forgotten I had Quidditch practice." Collin looked happier. "Really?"

"Really, wanna come down with me. I might be able to persuade Wood to let you watch." Fred held out his hand. "Come on, I don't bite."

"Not today anyway." I grinned. Fred stuck his tongue out at me. "Ignore her, she's just cranky." He pulled Collin to his feet. "I just need to get my robes, hang on." He disappeared up the boys staircase. "And I need to brush my hair, will you be ok by yourself?" Collin nodded. "Ok. See you in a sec." I leapt up the stairs, three at a time. As quietly as I could I slipped into my dorm and shed my rumpled uniform. Quickly I found some clean clothes in my trunk and grabbed my hair brush. Taking just enough time to pull on some over the knee socks and a pair of boots I ran back down to the common room, dragging the brush through my hair. "There you are, I was just about to come up there and drag you out." Fred grinned. "Shup." I glared at him. "Are we going or what?" I asked, pushing open the portrait hole. "Says the one who was late." Fred grinned. I grinned and continued brushing my hair. "You sure have a lot of hair." Collin said. "I know. My mother had red hair, I don't have the heart to cut it." I shrugged, pulling my red curls into two even bunches and tying them with gold ribbons. "Come on, I'll be late." Fred said, tugging out one of my ribbons and running off down the corridor. "Come on Collin." I grinned at the younger boy and charged after Fred. I caught up with him out side the Gryffindor changing room and then crashed into him when he skidded to a halt. We rolled down a short hill and then stopped when someone put a muddy shoe on my back. "Lookie here boys, it's a Gryffindor beater and his little girlfriend. I bet he really does beat her." It was Marcus Flint, Slytherin quidditch captain. "Get, off me." I growled. "Aw, look at the sad little kitty." He picked me up by the back of my jumper. "Hay! Let go of her!" Fred tried to tackle Flint but Goyle held him back. "Shall we drown her lit the runt of the litter she is?" The Slytherins cheered. "Go on, I dare you, try and drown me." I giggled. "Look's like Potter's sister has gone crazy, hay Weasely what did you do to our toy?" And with that I kicked my leg backwards, making sure it connected painfully with an unspeakable area, Flint grunted and let go of me. I landed on my feet and raised my fists. "Who want's to fight?" I grinned. The silver and green clad teem burst out laughing. "Just as I thought, you're scared. You're pathetic." Fred grabbed my arm. "Harriet, what are you doing?" He hissed. "I know what I'm doing, no one pushes me around." I hissed back then turned to the Slytherins. "You're a bunch of babies, to stupid to even be able to fight a girl. I doubt you have two brain cells to rub together." The Slytherins stopped laughing. Flint charged at me with his head down but I jumped over him, flipped in the air and kicked him in the ass. "Ok." I cracked my knuckles. "Who's next?" The team looked at me in shock. "Pathetic." I said and turned my back to them. Fred's eyes widened at something behind me and I stepped to the side just as a Slytherin chaser ran at me. He fell on his face and got strait back up, covered in mud. He went to punch me in the face but I caught his meaty fist. "Not a good idea." I smiled at him and punched him in the gut, he fell forward again. "Two down, four to go." I grinned at Fred. Goyle glared at us. "You, pay for that." He grunted like a caveman, with a war like yell he charged at Fred and I. "Jelly legs jinx." Fred had produced his wand from somewhere. Goyle fell to the floor, his legs wiggling. "That work surprisingly well." Fred poked Goyle with his foot. "Don't tease the poor defenceless Slytherin Freddie." I grinned. "Rictusempra!" The other chaser's spell hit Fred like a cannon ball, who promptly doubled up wheezing. I rugby tackled the boy and punched him in the nose, hard. Blood trickled from his nose as he fainted. "POTTER!" Flint bellowed. "What?" I stood up and flicked a speck of mud off my skirt. In a single stride Flint was pinning me the nearest tree, his fist raised to punch me. "Wow. Scary." I said sarcastically. "You will pay for what you did." He growled. "Try me, one to one fight, no wands, no swords, no daggers, no trees." Flint nodded. "All right." The rest of the Slytherin team had recovered and gather round to watch, along with all the other students in the courtyard. "Beat her Flint!" Malfoy yelled. "Ready?" I smirked. "Ready." Flint nodded. "Fred, count us in." Fred gulped. "Ok. Three. Two. One." Flint tried to charge me again, but I side stepped and jumped on him.

Harry's P.O.V
"Whatever on earth is Fred?" Wood looked pissed off, I glanced at George who shrugged. "He never got back to the dorm last night."
"Oliver!" Katie Bell yelled from near the courtyard. "I found Fred! But he won't get his butt over here!" Wood made a weird sound in his throat. "Come on team." We jogged over to Katie. "Where is he?" She pointed to the courtyard, there was a large ring of Hogwarts students. I spotted Fred's hair near the front. "There's some kind of fight." Katie said. "Between who?" George asked excitedly Katie looked at me sadly. "Harriet and Flint." Woods eyes widened. "He'll kill her."
"No he won't." I grinned. "Harriet's tougher then she looks." And I was right. As we got closer to the crowd the chant of. "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!" Reached our ears. "Come on Harriet!" Neville yelled. We squeezed through the crowd to the front and ended up next to Fred. "Harry, I tried to stop her." He ran a hand through his already messy hair, then I realised he was covered in mud. "What happened to you?" Wood asked. "The Slytherins." I turned to the fight, Harriet had somehow flipped Flint so he was lying on his back with her sitting on his chest punching him. It was pretty funny to watch, but just then Flint grabbed her ankle and pulled. She went sprawling in the mud and he stood up, wiping blood from his lip. "I think I win." He grinned. "Not quite." Harriet jumped to her feet. "I'm still standing." She grinned at me. "Hay Harry." Flint went to punch her but she ducked under his arm, punched him in the gut and then in the jaw. Flint fell, well, face palmed the mud really but still. The majority of the crowd cheered. Harriet grinned and wiped blood off her cheek. "When'd you get here?" She asked me. "About five seconds ago." Katie grinned. "You, are my new hero." Wood looked at her adoringly. "Um, ok. Don't you have quidditch practice?" Harriet raised an eyebrow. "Astrapicus!" Someone yelled and a bolt of lightning hit Harriet. She fell to the ground, Malfoy was grinning broadly, holding his wand aloft. "She's still alive." George said, feeling my sister's pulse. Malfoy's gaze fell on me, then flickered to Fred. Malfoy's eyes widened and he started backing away. "You better run slime ball, 'cos when we catch you even your precious father won't recognise you." Fred pulled his wand out his back pocket. "Yeah." I glared at Malfoy, pulling my own wand out. "What is going on here?" The pompous voice of Percy Weasely appeared seconds before Percy himself. "Potter knocked out our quidditch captain!" The Slytherins said just as the Gryffindors said. "Malfoy electrocuted Harriet." Percy took a deep breath. "Wood, find Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomphry and bring them here." Oliver nodded and ran off. "Put your wands away. We don't need any more casualties." Reluctantly wands where put back in to pockets and I began to pace. Eventually McGonagall and Pomphry turned up. "Mr Potter, Weaselys, Malfoy, come with me. Poppy, tend to Miss Potter and Mr Flint."