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Chapter 1 – My Eccentric Family Visits
The first thing I knew when I came to consciousness was the splitting pain in the back of my head. It felt like my skull was about to crack open and let my brain flop out.
Ew. I really hoped that that wouldn’t happen.
The second thing I knew was the babble of voices around me. There sure were a lot of people around this bed, wherever it was. The last thing I remembered was sitting in Charms class next to Harriet Kettle. How did I end up here?
In spite of the splitting headache that I knew would come when I opened my eyes, I slit them open and tried to gauge who was nice enough to come visit me here. Aah!
Most of my cousins, it seemed, had arrived, although I was a bit confused by the differences in hairstyles, and house scarves. I mean, since when was James Potter in Slytherin? And when did he start to wear glasses?
And where were Fleur, and Molly? And FRED? He was my brother, but in my quick glance around, he couldn’t be seen anywhere. Still, I was impressed with the amount of love being shown, even if some visitors were barely recognisable.
“Hey, look! Roxanne’s awake!” somebody called WAY too loudly to be comfortable. I groaned loudly, because at the combination of Loud noise + bright light + injured head = MEGA PAIN.
Everybody started talking to me then, although slightly less loudly than the idiot who had shouted a minute ago. It was still pain-inducing though, until I could hear “Excuse me, let me through! She NEEDS this medicine! EXCUSE ME!”, which just had to be Madame Beauvoir, the hospital wing nurse. I braved cracking my eyes open again, just in time to see her bending right over me with a large spoonful of black and blue, gloopy medicine.
I almost spat the disgusting stuff out, except that I trusted her to be making me better. Hopefully, anyway – I couldn’t stand much more of this pain in my head. I really hoped that there wasn’t a Bertie Bott’s Bean with the flavour of medicine – it would be a crime against various food laws, for sure.
“RIGHT! I think that we will have family only around Roxanne, however many Weasleys there are! Everyone else, clear off until I say you can come back!”, the nurse screamed next to me. It would have felt like my head was falling off, I was sure, but the medicine was already working, and it was a heavy ache instead.
I opened my eyes slowly now, to find seven of my cousins gathered around my bed. It made my head spin at first, but when I got used to it, I could croak out their names – just about. It sounded like I had a frog sitting in my throat, and a buffalo on my head.
Actually, that’s exactly how I felt, so that’s pretty accurate.
“Ugh… who… what? I think you guys are… James, Molly… Rose, but you all look so different… and who are you other four?” I managed, just about. It was so confusing. Everybody looked like they had gone up about four years since I last saw them, and if I didn’t know better, I would have said that all the little ‘uns, who weren’t at Hogwarts yet, were sitting right beside me.
This was going to be a long meeting.
Once again, everyone started talking at once, until Madame Beauvoir hustled by, giving everyone dirty looks, which successfully silenced everyone except… Rose? Or Lily? She slowly said “Don’t you know who we are?”.
I frowned. This thing was so confusing. “Well, yeah… you’re all my Weasley cousins. But I think he,” - I pointed to the youngest guy, with brown curly hair – “is Hugo, and that’s impossible, because you’re coming to Hogwarts in two years’ time…”. I trailed off. Everyone was sharing worried looks, which isn’t half annoying when you know you’re the subject.
The bossy Rose/Lily person stood up again. “Well, I’m Lily. I’d have thought you’d have noticed, because straight hair,” she held up a strand of her own, “and curly hair. Although both ginger, which is presumably how you got confused”. Here, Lily pointed at a much taller girl, who looked like a stretched-out version of the Rose I knew. Huh.
How did they all grow up so fast?
“So does this mean that… James is actually Al? But then, where’s James…” I struggled to get the words out, but my cousins got the meaning, and James pushed to the front of the gaggle, dragging Albus with him. Ah, the ever-pleasant Potter brothers.
James grinned. “This is Louis. Ravenclaw. Personal slave of the Scamanders – ow!” Louis had hit him. “You know it’s true! Anyway, Lucy is Hufflepuff, like Molly… and Al here is a Slytherin. Besties with Scorpius.” At this, Albus shoved James so hard that he fell over the medicine trolley at the foot of the next bed, and caused it all to come crashing down. Even though he made a painfully loud clanging noise, I just couldn’t stop laughing, along with everyone else. James looked so funny.
As he set to work picking it up, scowling hard, I suddenly realised that a good five cousins of mine weren’t there. So much for family love. The others who were there were probably hoping I didn’t realise, though. Too late now, I was heading in.
“So, I take it that if everyone’s a lot older than I thought… Teddy has left?”. Much nodding at that, although I didn’t know how long ago. “And Victoire, the same?”. Even more nodding. I had accidentally acquired a troupe of nodding dogs.
“So, have Fred and Molly left too?!”. I was starting to panic now. I couldn’t remember my own brother graduating from here. What had happened to me? I was starting to contemplate this, but nobody was nodding, just whispering and looking upset or uncomfortable. Uh-oh.
“They haven’t… graduated yet, no.” Rose told me. There was a little frown between her eyebrows, and looked worried. “Oh, that’s… good, I suppose” I told them. “But, when you see Fred, can you tell him I refuse to speak to him until he’s shown the right amount of remorse for passing up seeing me on my deathbed?”.
Everyone looked relieved and nodded. Little Louis came to the front with concern, dragging Lucy with him. “How hard did that bludger hit you, Rox? You’ve forgotten so much! I mean… we’ve been here for years, now.” He was grinning, but his eyes were wide with worry. For me?
Why would I need to be worried over?
Wait… bludger? “But I don’t play Quidditch” I said out loud, seriously freaked out now. “I get ver-thingy every time I look down, you know, height sickness!” I was starting to panic. “And how was I injured by a bludger in charms? I mean, Harriet and I were practicing the Rictusempra charm, you know… tickling spell”, I added, to try to smooth the astonished looks off their faces. Everyone looked various degrees of shocked, and recovered.
Suddenly, Hugo shouted “Madame Beauvoir!” loudly, making everyone jump. She arrived quickly, bustling through everyone to get to him.
“Yes, Mr. Weasley?”
“Well… how much has Roxanne’s memory disappeared by?” he asked, more quietly this time. “I mean, she thinks she doesn’t play quidditch! This, coming from the fiercest beater Gryffindor ever saw…”
Madame Beauvoir frowned. “Why don’t you ask Miss Weasley how old she thought she was, until you lot came in and confused her?”
“Wait, what?” I sat up in disbelief, setting my head spinning. I was gonna have to get that seen to, ow.
“You’re talking about me as if I’m not here!” I complained, lying slowly back.
“And in answer to your question”, I glared at Hugo, “I thought I was in
Flitwick’s charm class, with Ravenclaw and Gryffindor Second Years. But, apparently… that is not so”.
Everyone stared. I was getting tired of this whole business. Lost memory, huh? It didn’t feel like it, but then again, why would I have been knocked out during charms? The whole bludger thing would certainly explain the splitting pain in the back of my head. Although it didn’t explain how I got used to flying – I had been sure I would never get over that one.
“I suggest, Weasleys, that you come back later. You cousin would do best to sleep now. Undisturbed”. She couldn’t have dropped a bigger hint than that, I thought.
“Wait… so which year am I in? What’s the date?” I sleepily asked. I HAD to know this now, or I would kick myself later. “Because it’s obviously not May, in my second year…”. I knew all eyes would be on me, but couldn’t lift my heavy lids further.
“It’s… January, in your Fifth year, and you’re taking your OWLs in four and a half months time…” someone, maybe Rose, said, sounding disturbed. I could barely register a jolt of shock going through me before black sleep opened up, to the sound of more whisperings from around the bed…
When I next managed to stir myself enough to open my eyes (I’m not much of a post-sleep person), it was night. All the windows were full of darkness, and only the occasional torch in a sconce up and down the ward provided a little, flickering light.
My head was a lot better than last time, but it still ached. I wondered if it would ever truly stop, or if I was just being stupid. Huh. I really hoped not. If I had learnt stuff in the last three years, then would it all be lost? Would I have to drop down to second year again?
God, I really hoped not. That would be awful!
I wondered what had woken me after all this time. Presumably not people coming and going, because I was sure they had been doing that all day. Then I heard it.
“Roxanne!” somebody whispered, just loud enough for me to hear, and catch on. “Yeah?” I quietly whispered back. “I’m awake, if that’s what you need to know”.
Someone came out of the shadows at the side of the room, and stole towards my bed. It wasn’t until Fred’s hood fell back that I saw it was him.
“Fred! It’s good to see you, bro, but why weren’t you here earlier? I wanted to talk to you. What is it in the past three years of your life that I need to know, because my memory has lost 31 months” I babbled. It felt nice to talk to him again; because of course I had no idea when I last did. This memory thing was very wearing, and I was a bit scared too, of what I had lost. If everyone was going to act like my cousins did today, it would make recovering my life that much harder.
“Shh! I’m not meant to be here. And I’ve gotta make this quick, before anyone sees me, or knows I’m here. If you truly cannot get the last three years of your life back, then don’t tell people I’m here. Ok?” I nodded, even more confused and scared now, and Fred ran his fingers through his hair.
“Listen… when you know, don’t hate me. Please” he pleaded. “And… I want you to know, that I’ll still be here for you, like a proper family is, whatever else they’re doing.” This was worrying now; what did he mean? Like a proper family?
“Why would you not be here, Fred?”
“Oh, you’ll know soon enough”, he said, with a rueful twist of the mouth.
“And, I have a couple more things I need to tell you, but I’ll write ‘em down so that you can refer back to it. You mustn’t forget this…” My brother proceeded to write down a few lines of information, hopefully to do with why he was acting so weirdly. It was so frustrating!
“There”, he shoved the paper into my hands. “Take care of that. Protect it with your life! I’m sorry I’m gonna have to leave you with this mess, but…” he spread his hands. “You’re already in one, so go figure.”. He shrugged, and made to leave, cloak billowing, hood up.
“No, wait! Fred! What- no, come back!” He had disappeared, and left me with only a piece of paper, which I couldn’t even read in this crappy light. I felt like shoving it straight in the bin, but I figured that I would probably regret that later.
He had acted like he wouldn’t see me for ages now; like he was in hiding. I really hoped that I was supposing wrongly, and he wasn’t wanted for some reason or another. Yet all my intuition was telling me was that I wouldn’t see Fred for a while now.
“I won’t think about this now” I whispered out loud, staring at the hospital wing’s high ceiling, and rolled over to attempt at more sleep.
After nearly an hour, though, none was coming. I reached under my pillow to pull out the piece of paper from my oh-so-original hiding place. I would have to think of a better one before I fell asleep again, because when you’re looking for something, then first place you search is under the pillow… and from somewhere my brain was telling me I had good experience with this.
Reaching for my wand, I muttered “Lumos” and the wand-tip ignited dimly, just at the right amount for me to see, but not disturb. There were only two other people in the wing, but I didn’t want to risk them or Madame Beauvoir waking up. Especially as this was meant to be top secret, whatever it was.
I could see without the wand-light that there wasn’t much written on the page. And what little was written were cryptic clues. How the hell was I supposed to get around this?
It all runs in the family, skipping every other wave -
The waves ahead of us don’t know, but the swash does.
Good luck around Hagrid – be careful. Act dumb.
There isn’t much time left.
All incidents regarding Miss Strawberry must be covered up. There is a
spy close by; close to you esp.
I had a very bad feeling about this, especially as Fred’s clues could often only be deciphered once you had worked out the rest of the code, and already knew the answer; then you knew the relevance.
It looked like I had some serious detective work to do, about my life, and apparently anything relevant to this paper without being obvious. I had a feeling life was about to get very complicated.
Somebody stirred down the end. Quickly, I “Nox”-ed my wand, and settled down with the paper under the lining in my shoe. It was the fastest hiding place, although I marvelled at how I had come up with the idea. I seemed to have gained – and subsequently lost (at least partially) – quite some brilliance over the last three years.
Turning over in bed and feeling drowsy, I couldn’t actually remember much about ‘today’, other than charms class. Wondering why my brain had picked this day, out of all others, to land me in, I quickly fell fast asleep.
I slept deeply, but not peacefully. Many strange dreams kept cropping up; I got a strange sense of déjà vu, but I didn’t consciously recognise these things.
First, I seemed to be having a kind of hexing war with Dominique, for goodness’ sake. At first it was an accident of mine to send one at her, on the Hogwarts’ Express, but then she sent one back in anger, so I shot an Aguamenti charm at her, but a swimming pool dropped over head instead, and I was in there too… Then Hagrid was the giant squid and he captured Dominique for me, but said we could swap as long as I had the Culprit by the next full moon…
Then the dream changed, and I was sleeping in bed, and a forest was being planted around me by all the students, so that when I tried to get up, I couldn’t get through. They handed me food and ran off, but Fred was trapped nearby, and they were only tormenting him, not giving him any food… I begged them to give him food and water too, but they wouldn’t, so I had to hatch a basilisk with a chocolate frog and a candy egg, and told it to cut through the jungle so we could get out. But then they cursed the basilisk so it was going to eat Fred instead, and everyone ran away so it would only eat me afterwards, slowly poisoning me to a horrifically painful death first…
And then I woke up screaming.
Roxanne’s Memory Book
This where all my acquired jottings go, on things I have remembered. It’ll be at the end, so that you can see what I’ve learnt, or notes that people have given me. Or just any relevant info. So, first up, this is my family tree, if you didn’t know , just to straighten out who is who:
BILL & FLEUR: Victoire, Dominique and Louis
PERCY & AUDREY: Molly and Lucy
GEORGE & ANGELINA (Mum and Dad): Fred and Me!
RON & HERMIONE: Rose and Hugo
GINNY & HARRY: James, Albus and Lily
*A/N: Hey guys!! So this is my first ever attempt at fanfic, and I was really nervous, but… here it is! I hope you like it!! :D :D :D
Also, please could you review? I really want to know whether this story is worth it!! Thanks :D*
PS: Everything is JKR's, except any new characters, and the plot is mine :)
Chapter 2 – The Great Weasley War
When I woke up for a third time, it was only Madame Beauvoir who was anywhere near me. This in itself shouldn’t have been a relief, but when I had no idea what I thought of anyone any more, it was.
“Ah, you’re awake. Well, I’ll get some more of this in you, and leave you with this sheet. I think it was delivered by Rose Weasley”, she said in a friendly manner, shovelling multicoloured medicines down my throat at the same time.
Oh, the joys of being a bludger magnet.
“Also, due to your memory loss – the last 31 months, I think your cousins said – we’ll be having a visit from one of the Memory Healers at St. Mungo’s. They’ll give you all sorts of tricks, and talks about how to get your memory back, but until then, I recommend dreams!” Here she beamed, and folded her hands neatly in front of her.
“They’re the best way to remember, although a bit distorted by other aspects until you get the true version clarified…” Looking slightly disturbed, Madame Beauvoir paused and moved down the ward to a girl in her first year who had accidentally eaten a cupcake that made her skin turn green. It had been a sixth year prank for their friend, not this poor girl.
After eating my breakfast, I stared at the ceiling, bored. Everyone was in lessons, and Rose had visited me before them, while I was asleep. Absent-mindedly, I picked up the sheet she had left for me. It was actually quite helpful, and she had been very nice in making it for me. You see, written on the sheet was all of the family connections (which I knew), which house they were in, their year, age, and ‘other info’. Mostly, as it turned out, these were fights I had been in with them, and why we had made up.
I didn’t fail to notice that most of them I had started. Why had I been so fiery-tempered? Something must have seriously pissed me off.
Thinking back to what Madame Beauvoir had said about dreams, I thought back to mine. Only Fred and Dominique had been in them. So, flipping through all the little pieces of paper, I first found Dominique’s. And gasped.
Oh, boy. No wonder she hadn’t been anywhere near my hospital bed.
No, I would not have wanted her there for anything! Total bitch! It was quite like in my dream. Apparently we had been gnashing at each other for quite a while, with different ‘rounds’ (what does that mean?), including her managing to dye my hair bright orange – and I mean bright, neon orange – but I managed to remove it with some help, apparently, but left the ends orange because it looked good, I said.
Looking down at my hair, it does look good.
But apparently, after a bit more of nastiness on her part, I pushed her straight into the lake at Lucy Gibberd’s fifteenth. And also, somehow the giant squid got involved.
That would explain the dream. But Rose’s notes were so brief, how could I tell what it was about in the first place? Dominique was a naturally testy and quick-tempered kind of person.
I needed details. By the sounds of it, this was a very public battle. Hopefully (or unfortunately, depending on the as-of-yet-unknown outcome), other people would know about it, as gossip. It would be totally inflamed, but there had to be some truth in it, surely.
As I planned, I realised that the first person to go to would be Madame Beauvoir herself. She would certainly know of any injuries we had caused each other. Then I would ask the other patients, who would know gossip – mostly about the injuries, of course, but it would hopefully be a little more than that.
I wasn’t relishing talking to the mega-reprimanding woman, yet there was no other way. I sighed and heaved myself up, head spinning again. Ugh.
I looked around, and tried calling her, but now, when I actually wanted the woman, she had abandoned me. Lovely. Now I had no starting point, and almost nothing to go on!
Feeling cross, I contemplated my other options. Asking the first-year down the end seemed to be the best way to go. I knew her name was Megan Gibberd – the younger sister of Laura Gibberd whose party we had been at with the lake incident… So, she would hopefully know more about it than a random first-year.
I carefully sat up, then v-e-r-y--s-l-o-w-l-y half-straightened up, and shuffled at snail speed across the ward. I was taking NO chances with my messed-up head. Megan lay watching me heading slowly towards her, and sat up herself for me.
I slowly seated myself on a bed beside her, and sighed deeply. That had not been a pleasant experience, but unless I wanted to repeat it three times faster whilst being shouted at by Madame B for being out of my bed, I had to get this over and done with as fast as possible, no matter how much I wanted to recover.
I straightened up, and prepared myself for battle. “Hi. I’m Roxanne Weasley, and you’re Megan Gibberd, right?”. The poor green girl nodded once at me, looking slightly worried. I hoped it had more to do with the fact that all fifth-years are scary to first-years, and not that I had done something really evil and stupid.
“Huh… you’ve probably heard about how I don’t remember stuff from the last three years?” I asked. I knew from experience (that I had no idea of, now) that you knew everything about everyone in the hospital wing after being in there just a few hours. She probably heard them all talking to me, and Megan nodded to confirm it.
“Well, I want to know… what you know about what went on between me and my cousin Dominique.” She looked scared now, and reluctant. “It’s just that, any information at all would be helpful… because I know nothing about her, and me, at all. Apart from that at your sister’s party, I pushed her into the lake. And I don’t know why.”
Her face had cleared, and she coughed once, before shyly admitting, “Yes, I heard a little, from gossip and my sister… After all, it all went round again, once you were Basilisk Girl!” Seeing my shocked face at that name, she quickly carried on, apparently not wanting to expand on that particular point.
“Well, I know there was a fight during a quidditch match with the two beaters, which was probably you, considering that it was a Gryffindor-Ravenclaw match, you’re both beaters, and you got knocked out by a bludger in this last Gryffindor match… and Lauren said that you and Dominique were duelling by the lake when Dom was drunk, and… you pushed her in.”
Megan had really opened up, and for that I was glad (and surprised), but I wanted to know how the squid was involved, and what happened after. We were starting to get to the heart of it now, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear it - although I inevitably had to – but I couldn’t have stopped her if I tried.
“Um, well, my sister didn’t say anything… but there was a rumour around the school that you got the squid to eat her, and only the Scamander twins jumping in saved her!” She looked up excitedly through her lashes at me, eyes bright. “And then, there was a giant battle, and you were graffiti-ing about each other and in their rooms, and stealing each other’s stuff, and your hair went orange” (she stared at my orange ends) “but the school started taking sides, you know? It was really cool though, because one of your cousins started selling ‘Roxy’s Sexy Team’ and ‘Dom’s Stompin’ Team’ badges, and banners and stuff! It was so cool!”
She was all into it now. It was nice to hear about it from an unbiased point of view (except from the biasedness of Rumour). But I was going to kill whoever started selling those badges.
Although I may have to buy a banner and put it above my bed in the dorm (if Lily hasn’t already put one there).
I was dying to know who was on which team, now. And what was the deal with Fred, and Molly? And how did this start anyway? Unfortunately, I couldn’t risk asking any except the last question to little Megan, so that was what I did. She took a deep breath, her strawberry blond frizz standing out around her head, and actually setting off the greenness of her skin quite nicely.
“Well, nobody knows! Because she was hitting a couple of bludgers at you during the game (where it started), but then after half-time, you were sending them right back at her! And then there was the whole quidditch brawl thing, but” she shrugged, “the only link anyone saw was, apart from the cousinly thing, your brother. Because, you know, he was kind of best friends with Dominique and two other cousins of yours, I think. And all the quidditch stuff was in the first match in October, when your Fred disappeared after the first couple of weeks in September. Nobody knows why! I was hoping you did, but obviously, you don’t, because you need me to tell you this stuff…” Megan trailed off, looking a bit crestfallen. I wanted to please her, but I couldn’t.
“How do you know all this stuff?”, I asked. It was confusing how she knew so much about my family.
“Well everyone knows all this stuff! The Weasleys provide the most gossip in the whole school!” She beamed at me. I took this to mean that it was a good thing, to be living in the spotlight, not a bad one. Hm.
Were we a kind of celebrity family, like all the Brangelina kids, in Muggle magazines? Or was it a more Big Brother-ish everyone-hates-everyone thing? I hoped not.
“Hang on, all of the Weasleys? And how do you know about-“. I was unceremoniously cut off at this point by Madame Beauvoir sweeping me up, off the bed, past the three or four beds in between mine and Megan’s, and dumping me in it.
“And for that, you can have extra repairing-medicine!” she told me. I groaned.
I really hoped they didn’t make those black-and-blue-medicine beans anytime soon. ‘This medicine had got to be the worst thing I had ever tasted’ was my last thought before the sedatives in it met my own exhaustion and swept me into unwanted blackness. Again.
(When will people stop forcing me to sleep?)
Roxanne’s Memory Book
So, these are all Rose’s jottings about my family. I think they speak for themselves.
‘Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour’s kids
* 2nd year away from Hogwarts
* Ex-Ravenclaw, Prefect
*Not really any particularly significant fights.
*Kind of team-war. Lots of fighting, in rounds, her dying your hair orange, you pushing her into the Lake at Lauren Gibberd’s fifteenth – giant squid!
* He always hangs out with the Scamander twins, despite them being fifth-years. They are rubbing off on him!
Charlie Weasley is too busy with dragons to have kids.
Percy Weasley and Aubrey Wood’s Kids
* 7th Year
* Only a tiff about what side she’s on. Made up because “she shouldn’t have to pick sides”. Strictly neutral, but hangs out with Dom.
* 3rd Year
* Not really any arguments. Keeps herself to herself (unlike meddling Potters).
George Weasley and Angelina Johnson’s Kids (Fred Weasley RIP, 1997)
* Would-be 7th Year
*Ran away in second or third week in September this year, reason unknown.
* 5th Year
* Lost memory from 31 months. You should know this, though – it’s just proof.
Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger’s Kids
* 4th Year
*Gryffindor, thankyou very much ALBUS
*Not really any I can remember… only one where we ended up buying each other Honeydukes sweets by the dozen to say sorry. Reason unknown.
*Frequent fights about who gets that particular chair in front of the fire in the common room! (you don’t much like him sitting in ‘your revision chair’)
Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter’s Kids
* Lots of arguments, about brooms and quidditch mostly, but also about his arrogance, his mean-ness to girls, and most of the things in his life, to be honest. It’s good for him.
* 4th Year
* Gryffindor (contrary to James’ opinions)
* A couple of arguments, just about homework and wrong decisions. Also about Dominique.
* Just two major blaze-offs, both in the last two summers, about rooming stuff. Made up quickly and easily. Also, about the team colours.
As you can see, we have quite a large and complicated family, not even counting the ‘extras’, who are effectively part of the family – The Scamanders, Teddy, Scorpius depending on where he’s at with Al and I. I will deliver THOSE notes tomorrow or later, depending on how time goes. Sorry about briefness, Rose x'
Pretty cool, huh? But I can’t actually remember much about my opinions on my individual cousins, because those would have changed… and I don’t know why. I have to re-learn my family.
*A/N: So, how’d you guys like the second chapter? I hope it went ok!! Sorry there wasn’t much happening, but you got a little hint of what Roxanne’s gonna have to sort out there… Eee!
Please just leave a review for me, because I’ve never done anything like this before!!*
Chapter 3 – Gossip
Over the next few days, I had quite a few visitors. Rose and Albus came, bringing tidings of who the Honorary Weasleys were in slightly longer notes than our family ones, because Rose expected me to remember less about them than my family: this worked for me, really, since I didn’t have inerasable ties to the Honorary Weasleys, but would like to stay friends with them, for the moment, at least.
Things could still change!
Lily and Hugo came later that day. Lily was all up for recounting mine and Dom’s fights, all the while assuring me she was on Roxy’s Sexy Team. I was quick to assure her, in my turn, that I disliked the name, and at the moment wasn’t really fit to be on any team, even one named after me. I was keen to know who came up with the humiliating names, and who had the genius/horrific idea to sell badges and team ‘wear’ (as Lily said) to the rest of the school.
(It was quite cool, really, but I wasn’t going to admit that. It was pretty ace to know you have a team of apprentices and ninjas at your bidding.)
Apparently, it was her and her brothers. Unsurprising, really. But Hugo was quick to put in that the school had basically already all taken sides after the whole lake thing, so it was a way of generating more defence for me, and more humiliation for Dom.
Yet it does work the other way too – more defence and prepared ninjas for Dom too, and humiliation for me.
Fight-wise, there had been a LOT of ‘action – reaction’, as Hugo said, and Lily recounted all the fights that were straight-on:
· The infamous quidditch match incident, where she provoked me into sending bludgers back at her. Apparently, it ended with us brawling in the mud for a good few minutes before we were separated, and was celebrated by students as the Dirtiest and Funniest Match Ever.
· She started dropping snide notes in class, which I sent back, until we were reeling off as many insults as we could think of (I had showed Lily some).
· At Lauren Gibberd’s famous Fifteenth Birthday Party, we (especially Dominique) got drunk and were ‘duelling’, until I poked her in the eye with my wand, she scarred me across my cheek with hers, and I pushed her into the lake. Duelling on a pier is so not a good idea.
· Everyone then heard about our history. We started ‘corridor hexing’, if we passed each other, leading to MORE publicity.
· The Potters started selling badges – “Roxy’s Sexy Team’ in a reddy-pink, and “Dom’s Stompin’ Team” in blue. Apparently this causes ‘house rivalry, to make it more public!’. Hugo was treasurer, as he was the only one who could be trusted with money; to not lose, spend, or unequally divide, it.
· We started managing to sneak into the others’ dorm, graffiti their beds, steal/mess up their stuff, etc., with teams of ‘ninjas’ on Team R and ‘spies&sneaks’ on Team D – ninjas is way better. Potters started selling badges with “Top Ninja” and “Super Spy, Super Sneak” on.
· The hair incident. I fake-tanned her. She swapped some of my make-up. I jinxed her mirrors to scream she was ‘ugly’ every time she looked in them. And apparently, Dom was trying to sneak me a cursed cake.
· Apparently, Dominique spread a rumour today that I was actually pregnant. WHAT?? According to Lily, I should spread one about her too, to combat that. I pointed out that I have nothing to hold against her now, she has effectively WON! Argh!
So now, Lily has agreed to be my PR, and official Sexy Assistant. “It’ll be really catchy!”, she said enthusiastically. “Ohmigod, no! I don’t want to be seen as THE Sexy, Lil!” I retorted, half begging. That was so NOT good for my reputation (if I had any left after these campaigns of hers). I did not want to be another slut around the school for boys to pick up!
“Well, it would be different if I was Stompin’ Assistant, wouldn’t it! Huh, just let me have some fun, Rox! I promise I’ll spread a really good rumour for you! Ok, thanks. Byeee”, and Lily sailed off down the ward, effectively ending that conversation. Hugo shrugged and quickly added, “I’ll try to reign her in as much as I can, but, I can’t promise anything. Unlike her, apparently.” He grimaced, and walked fast to catch up with my little redheaded, sashaying cousin as she Left The Building.
I swear Lily acts like she’s four years older than she really is; most normal second-years wouldn’t have said half of what she’d said to their best mates. This rumour she was doing better be good, although I had no way to tell if it was good,(by non-existent standards?), and no way to punish her, or a wish to.
Meanwhile, Megan didn’t have half as many visitors. I felt a bit sorry for her, as her sister was her main visitor. The first time Lauren came was when Lily and Hugo had just left, and I was very drowsy in my own bed, bandages still in place. Then, as she walked down the ward, I could feel loathing emanating from her onto me. I was quite startled, because had I seriously done something that bad to someone? It was like a physical punch, as she evilled me all the way down, hands in pockets, until she got to the excited Megan.
They chattered normally for a bit, and I just zoned out, until I vaguely heard Lauren say “I’m not happy with Roxanne being here!” Megan, sounding a little cross (aww), crossed her arms and said “well, she’s very nice really! We’ve been chatting. And she couldn’t even remember what happened at your party, and her cousins had to tell her about the whole battle thing!”
Slitting open my eyes slightly, I could see Lauren bending down and whispering to Megan then, quite urgently. I saw Megan’s eyes open wide in shock, but then her face close up, and she shook her head, whispering angrily to her. It was sweet the way she was defending me, but I didn’t even know if I was guilty or not. I really hoped I wasn’t leading Megan on – she was really cute, and I enjoyed talking to her.
Then Lauren leaned back, sighing her disapproval. I was a bit ashamed – I like Lauren, and we used to be Herbology partners for my first two years, I remembered. She was a nice combination of serious and silly, when she wanted to be. I really hoped she was still like that.
After chatting animatedly for a few more minutes, Lauren left, eying me more with wonder than annoyance this time.
A bit later, I still wanted to know what Lauren thought of me, and why she was whispering. It’s not like I’d understand what they were talking about! Anyway, it was driving me crackers – like, what were they saying? What have I done? Does everyone know? Is it secret? Argh!!
It didn’t take me half as long to get down there this time. I could actually stand up, and walk at a slow pace, instead of shuffling! True, I did have my hands out in case, but it was way cool to be able to stand up again.
My head was definitely on the mend movement-control-wise! (nice word.)
That is how much I needed distraction – I was congratulating myself about walking. I really wanted Megan to not spread stuff about me that I didn’t understand, and I wanted company.
“Hey”, I said, sitting down fairly composedly on the bed next to hers. “How are you? Your skin is looking a lot paler today”.
She seemed really pleased with that. “Yeah, Madame Beauvoir said it will hopefully be gone within the next two days! I’m glad I can get back to seeing my friends again, and finding out what’s been going on while I was in here. Although…” she looked sideways at me, and I felt compelled to say, “not much is happening because I’m in here too?”.
She grinned happily. “Yeah, that’s about right. But, apparently Dominique’s been out to get you, Lauren said…” she twisted her fingers together unhappily.
“She was worried about me talking to you, wasn’t she?” I asked. Megan nodded sadly again. “What she say I’d done? Because I’m not very aware of what I did right now…” I trailed off, not sure whether to carry on or not. I didn’t want to make her nervous, or me entirely blameable (although I basically was).
“Yeah, that’s what I said!” she burst out. “But, Lauren says that you have a hot temper. And to be careful. And… she says it’s your fault I’m green, even though you’re nice and stuff, it’s yours and Dominique’s fault I’m stuck in here and couldn’t watch the quidditch or anything.”
I gasped, everything becoming all too clear.
Megan had eaten a cupcake a sixth year had tried to sneak to a ‘friend’ – Madame B had supposed. And Rose had heard a rumour that Dominique was going to try to poison me. AND a load of these cupcakes had been found all over the house tables, with ‘for The Sexy Party’ written on them, Rose had mentioned in passing!
I think I dreamed about that last night, looking back. But I felt awful. It was my fault for her, indirectly, but still! Innocent little Megan Gibberd was hurt because of me!
Then, that snide little voice in the back of my head (which always pops up when you need it least) reminded me that ‘surely many other people have been affected by this war, because of you, too’. The ninjas, innocent bystanders, the best and bravest Gryffindor team… But I didn’t know how to stop Dominique. Was it even worth trying?
I slowly rose and went back to lie on my own hospital bed, thinking deeply.
Ugh. I was such a horrible person.
Sleep that night wasn’t much better. I drifted through confusing snatches of lessons, conversations and evil plans, not understanding any of it. Random people I did recognise floated in and out, telling me controversial information ‘til I couldn’t even understand them anymore.
Waking up late the next day was a blessed relief. I did nothing much except lie on my bed and read over the information on the ‘Honorary Weasleys’ Rose had given me, and try to draw my own conclusions. I wished I had a magazine, or a newsletter, to work on… My mind jolted with surprise. A newsletter to work on? I didn’t get it, until I realised that it must have been an old pastime, and my mind had naturally travelled along the riven path that newsletters were something to work on!
It was only a little something to remember, but I was elated still when all the Gryffie girls in my dorm came to visit at lunch, bringing stolen sandwiches with them to eat. It was nice to see Harriet, Edie and Isabella again, and hear their chatter like we always were. They trooped in noisily, spell sheets falling out of Edie’s bag all over the floor, Isabella’s hair ribbon and scarf trailing along the floor, and Harriet bringing armfuls of stuff for me.
On closer inspection, it seemed to be the randomest selection of things she could have brought from the dorm: new merchandise from the campaign, fake coins, an official-looking form, a rubber duck that quacked every few minutes, an edible quill (with no ink), two chocolate frog cards, a cactus, a small and tatty poster for the Weird Sisters, a teddy calendar and two relentlessly bouncing balls currently trapped in a humming, blue vase.
This had Harriet written all over it, and I was touched that she had brought so much for me. Useless things, but it was nice that she had.
Isabella had brought my amazing Gryffindor scarf, and apologized for not bringing any others, but she didn’t think I would remember my obsession with scarves until she told me, so it was ok. Truly, as she predicted, it was only when she explained this to me that I remembered how nice scarves were.
Edie had brought a very pretty ‘forest in a box’. She said that they had found it in a corner of the dorm and thought it would be nice to have beside your sickbed. When you opened the box and tapped the tiny seeds in it, they exploded into life-size versions, which you could then pick up and place where you liked, as they were enchanted to feel feather-light and not need watering.
The only problem was when you didn’t have a clear image of the size you wanted in your head, they exploded into a rather larger version of itself than was desirable. It took a long time to get the Flutterby Bush, especially, down to bed-height, and the trees had to be shrunk for quite a long time before they were an acceptable six feet.
After laughing for so long, and having so much fun, I did start to feel very tired, and my head spin lots. It was so annoying, this weakness! Fortunately, my amazing Gryffindor friends understood, but I still felt bad for making them sit down instead, although there was a reason I was in the hospital wing.
Everyone was really happy to be together, and my friends had a good time repeating lots of stored-up gossip to me. I was only too happy to become up-to-date with this kind of thing, because three years worth is a LOT of gossip to catch up on.
I listened silently while they told me that: Molly Weasley had a month’s worth of detentions from Professor Pleguely. The Potters had launched a new ‘Basilisk’ appeal, and Lily had started designing items of clothing. Hannah Presley had broken up with Lysander Scamander. Professor Longbottom, our Head of House, was having the password changed every week now, instead of every month, because of all the break-ins. Scorpius Malfoy had been found duelling an Illusion-ed person, as of yet unidentified. Louis Weasley had started dating a second-year. Aidan Finch-Fletchley had been beaten up by the Whomping Willow, but wouldn’t tell anyone why. Rose Weasley had managed to train her cat to do all sorts of clever things… most of these things were very mysterious, it struck me.
I was still listening eagerly, and they were still rambling on, when I suddenly remembered what it was I had wanted to ask them: WHAT THE HELL WAS FRED DOING?! He had skipped the last four months of school (so unlike him), abandoned all of us without a word of explanation (so far as I knew) and wouldn’t let any of us know either!!
Except me… but that didn’t count, to be honest, because I had no idea what the hell was going on. Full stop.
Suddenly, I jolted up in bed. Everyone was surprised, and Isabella actually stopped talking about her Hogsmeade date, which I would just have to find out more about later. This was important!
“Guys! What’s with Fred? Megan told me he was gone since September. But I know NOTHING ELSE! What happened? Why? I mean… Like, what…” I started waving my hands around and just left my mouth open by accident. I’m such an idiot sometimes, when I don’t have control of myself! But I was really panicking. I knew nothing of my brother’s whereabouts, end of. He had always been my mentor, and though I was sure he could look after himself, I was in desperation as to know why.
In case you hadn’t picked up on that.
“Hey! Calm down” Isabella said, leaning forward and catching hold of one of my flailing hands and gently laying in down on the blanket. Slightly slowly, but with optimum eye contact, she stated “Nothing is life-threatening – we made him promise it wasn’t. He won’t be coming back – ‘unless things change fast and for the better’, were his exact words, I think. BUT he cannot make contact with us, because it’s too dangerous. He said something along the lines of, anyone he speaks to, or even sees, is in danger…” here Isabella leaned back, a small crease between her eyebrows.
I didn’t get it. Dangerous how? And where did they get this from?
“James told you, and you were sitting with us at the time. Although you made us promise not to tell anyone, it is still you so…” Edie shrugged. She had read my mind. And of course I had no objections to re-telling me!
“But…” here it was my turn to frown, and open my mouth before the ever-frustrating drone, Madame Beauvoir, swept over and broke up our conversation.
Does she delight in killing what little recollections I have, and getting rid of ALL my social time?! WHY!!
“Alright girls, this has been lovely of you to visit Roxanne, who has been going a little stir-crazy recently” she gave a mock-glare to me “but it is ten minutes since lessons started, and I believe you all have somewhere to be!” Harriet gave a little shriek and quickly gathered up her bags and cloak, with Edie resorting to hovering her fallen sheets out behind her, and Isabella just standing by the bed still, rooting in her little navy satchel for something.
I hoped it wasn’t more of her pink lipgloss, which looked gorgeous on her, but I wasn’t in the mood to see other people looking good when I looked like shite. I hadn’t been allowed a shower in two days, even though I had been playing quidditch before this. QUIDDITCH! The most hot, sweaty, and evil game ever!
Fortunately, it was a tiny purse. It was a very pretty one too, sky blue with a pink, green and white flower pattern on it, with beads and ribbon. I was touched, although confused, and about to ask what it was for when Isabella leaned down and whispered “I thought you might need this when you get out. Just thank me later!” Her blonde wavy hair tickled my ear, but she stood up, hitched up her skirt, winked at me and sailed out of the ward.
Curious now, I opened the purse a crack and saw a flash of rose-pink velvet and pretty materials and smells before Madame B rushed over with some more of that HORRIFIC medicine. I groaned – I was so totally sick of it by this point, and my head was basically unnoticeable now! Apart from slight extra fatigue, I was FINE.
Let off, woman.
She raised an eyebrow at my angry face. “You don’t need to give me that face. This is your last dose now”, she said, pouring medicine, and laughed at my ecstatic little victory dance. “It should send you to sleep and mend the last few pain problems before you see the healer that is coming in around 5! She’ll help you!”
Happily, I gulped the last of the medicine (still wincing at the taste) and lay back, thinking before it was too late.
Hang on. Healer? Today?
What were they going to do to me to get my memories back?
Roxanne’s Memory Book
These are notes sent me by Lily and Hugo, and with Rose, I imagine. They explain all about our ‘Honorary Family’, who effectively hang around with us Weasleys so much they are basically a part of it. I’ll probably come across them soon, so you may as well know who they are beforehand.
Hey, these are all the Extended Weasleys. I’ll just explain about each without the simple layout though – it’s easier this way!
Son of Remus and Tonks, who died in the Battle of Hogwarts when he was really young. Metamorphagus, but favourite hair colour is turquoise. He is in his fourth year out of Hogwarts, and engaged to Victoire (as of a couple of months). He’s pretty easy-going – Gryffindor, so he’s way cooler than the others.
THE SCAMANDER TWINS
Twin sons of Luna and Rolf. They’re kind of cool, and not weird we-cannot-be-apart twins, or even weird you-can’t-tell-apart twins. They look a bit different, largely because of Lorcan’s scar across his face, from a spell during the squid incident (apparently the water has changed the spell, and they haven’t found a cure yet). Louis worships them, probably because they’re a cleverer but slightly less ambitious version of Uncle Fred and George (according to Uncle Harry). Lysander believes in nargles and that, but I’m not sure about Louis. Check up on this.
This is me now, Rox – Albus, because Rose wouldn’t be able to do Scorpius’s info without writing something stupid, and knocking over the milk when we asked what she was writing (which is from experience, let me tell you). Scorpius’ parents are Draco and Astoria, blah blah, he’s a cool kid, him and Rose like each other but won’t get together coz they’re stupid, etc. He keeps duelling people, I think, from all the scars he comes back to the common room with (and refusing to talk about) and he heard yours and Dom’s quidditch convo I think, from the way he was all white afters. Mostly its guessing, I can’t get much out of him nowadays – Al.
Also, I guess there us Weasleys have a load of other family friends that we could put in, but they’re not really honorary Weasleys, apart from maybe Alex Bell…. The others weren’t sure but you probably see a lot more than any of us do (apart from Hugo and Lily, of course), and Fred always said she was round at your house a lot during the holidays… so, this is her, I suppose.
Daughter of Katie Bell (her parents are divorced) , she’s in the same year an dorm as Lily (poor Alex, her room must have gone through so much already). You seemed to be a kind of mentor to her, and you saw her in most holidays I think – your Mum and hers are good friends,I think. She’s pretty smiley and amiable, but has a real temper if you dig too deep, past her warnings. She says she’s keeping her distance so you can get used to us slowly, and that’s what she’d want.
Love, Rose x
Pretty neat, huh? It’s really nice of Rose to do this for me, especially as I might make huge mistakes otherwise. I probably still will, y’know, but hey, I was forewarned about some stuff!
*A/N: How did this one go? I’m still really nervous about the whole story thing, but I hope it went ok!! Sorry to leave you on a slight cliffhanger there, but it’s not actually a very scary one, is it?
Also, sorry about slow-ish pace. It’ll all pick up soon, don’t worry!
Please tell me what you thought, though!! I love you guys :D *
Chapter 4 – The white fog of healing
After waking up a few hours later, the first thing I noticed was all the birds and insects around my bed. They were all pretty and colourful, but really loud. They were also sitting mostly on my head or in the tree right beside me, so it was kinda scary waking up with a blue bird screeching in your face.
I carefully sat up, then regretted it because a load of chicks (baby birds, not girls, in case you were weird enough to think otherwise) fell down the back of me, as they had been leaning against the back of the frame but on me. Sighing, I attempted to shuffle them along with my hands and to GET OUT OF MY BED, when Madame Beauvoir arrived.
I looked up and found that the pocket garden had grown massively in a few short hours, and I was surrounded by a thick forest.
Fortunately, when I flicked my wand crossly at it, everything receded fast, into what Edie had set it to be. Gah. I hadn’t wanted a flipping jungle, just a few pretty flowers!
As I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed, Madame Beauvoir decided it was safe to come over now. Frowning at the garden, she said “You should be all healed now – no pain, or movement problems, no fatigue or sudden hunger loss. If you DO receive any of those symptoms, come back to the hospital wing to be treated” she listed in a bored voice.
“And on a different note…” she beamed, “the healer is here! I don’t know how long they’ll be with you, or if they’ll come again and see you lots, but your parents will know, don’t worry. And after that, you can go!” She smiled again, and bustled off down the ward, to see a couple of hexed and bruised Slytherins.
I could actually… go? After this meeting thingy?
Finally! I could go up to my dorm and see if I had been clever enough to keep a diary, talk to my friends and find out what I’d missed!! FREEDOM!!!!
I was unwontedly pulled back down to earth when a rather flaky-looking, wrinkly old woman cleared her throat from beside me. I slowly looked up at her sheepishly, but she just smiled patiently.
“Yes, it’ll be nice to get out for you, although I do like your little forest. Very good for the mind! Now…” she glanced around. “Will it be ok if we do the following exercises in the middle of the floor? We need a big space in case you remember something too vividly, or receive too much of a shock.”
I was starting to worry about this now. Why would I need that much space for remembering, and why would I be getting shock not from the memory?!
I clambered through the flowerbed and into the middle of the floor, yellow pyjamas and all. Megan was watching with amusement, her skin almost not-green any more, and she was lying on her stomach with her head propped up on her hands, at the end of her bed. She was grinning in an amused kind of way, but when I shot her a nervous look, she just laughed in a friendly way.
I wasn’t feeling very encouraged here, especially when the healer pulled out a battered but large red carpet bag.
Madame Beauvoir seemed quite happy with us being in the middle of the floor, and just carried on brewing a remedial stock potion for flu, after conjuring a rug in the middle for me, with a few cushions for comfiness.
As I just stood there, feeling stupid, the woman was just rummaging around in her carpet bag, for like five minutes! I was just standing there, bored and a little weary, and sick of the Slytherins’ sniggers, when the most awful sounds started coming from the bag: holwing, and smashing glass, and the horrible clashing of metal and stone. All the healer did was pull out a few things and place them behind her back, before extracting her arm.
I nearly fell over I was hyperventilating so much. WHAT THE HELL WAS SHE GONNA DO TO ME!!!! Shit, I wanted my memory back, but I wanted to keep my limbs too!!!
Turning back around to see me literally shaking, the healer was pretty surprised, but got me to sit down, and was just saying, “There, honey, just sit down and relax. It’s all gonna be fine”, when I finally managed to spit out, “What are you gonna do to me?” I was pretty fearful at this point.
She looked surprised that I was worried about that. “Just some breathing and relaxing exercises, dreaming skills, and so on. Nothing to get worried about, certainly not as worried as you just were!” She chuckled, and I relaxed somewhat. My face must’ve been quite funny for them all, before I understood.
For the next hour and a half, she showed me ‘the best relaxing, mind-channelling and memory-recalling yoga poses ever’. They were quite funny to do, and there were some weird ones (hello? balancing your entire weight on one hand with your foot above your ear sounds like hell, but it is actually very calming. Try it! Now you look stupid too, lolz).
I did them all lots, and once I had learnt them all, their properties etc, and a nice little routine for them, Mrs. Smethwyck (the healer) produced dinner. It wasn’t very substantial, and it seemed a rather odd assortment to me, but she said this would optimise my brainpower and concentration for the work tonight.
At this point, Madame B was giving the other patients their tea too. Only Megan had still been watching us by now (although a lot less attentively), the Slytherin boys had gone and a Ravenclaw third-year who was blistered all over was taking potions from Madame B (with a constant shower over his head, conjured to keep him cool), watching me work, and shovelling his food down.
I had to drink an over-caffeinated coffee and a herbal tea with my fizzing white liquid, banoffee pie, curly kale, peas, entire lemon, and spicy curry-and-tomato sauce. It tasted ok, but really odd, and I had a feeling that I would be throwing it up at some point. Not nice imagining that.
After tea, I went to the loo, and came back to find that Healer Smethwyck had brought over some flowers from beside my bed. Quickly, she shoved them into my hands, which was kind of surprising coz I had no idea what she was doing (duh).
“Now, deep-breathe with these for five minutes”, she instructed me, and we carried on.
I was made to do a few forward-rolls (why?), before humming the same long-note order she told me too, with my eyes closed, for a good ten minutes.
Then, I was still sitting on my cushion and unable to see, when I could hear my healer turning around and rustling behind her, along with a few rather suspicious noises. I didn’t want to interrupt her ‘vibes’ , as she made me call them, but I was a little bit worried.
“Uh… healer Smethwyck? Uh… what are you doing?”, I stuttered, eyes resolutely closed, but fluttering. I shifted around in my zen pose but couldn’t resist opening one eye to see what she was doing.
Fortunately, it was only steaming water, into some kind of bowl. All I concentrated on, straight away, was the feel of the steam on my face, and the smell of it (ie. Pure and nonexistent). Whoa, I was getting good at this relaxing thing, and knowing what to do. If I never recover my memory, maybe I should go into this!
“Right. Roxanne, get into your best pose, and I will hold this under your face while you deep-breathe, close your eyes, relax and channel”.
So, I quickly pulled my leg across my body, leaned backwards, and stretched out my other leg with both hands. I’d forgotten the name already, like with most things, but this was a way cool one. It was starting to get weird, though, when the steam rushed onto my face, which of course I couldn’t see. All I could hear was the gushing of more water into the bowl, and those stupid notes I’d hummed for ages before, resounded through my head. Somewhere to the side of me, a relaxing voice whispered “Relax… go deep inside… deep down… relax… search…” and so on.
I suddenly saw, in my mind’s eye, white fog clearing, and a river slowly emerging… I felt a quick jab in my arm then, on my surface, and this would have brought me back up, but the fog was turning a delicate pink.
I was a bird, swooping down through the fog, to the water’s surface, where I could see my own face approaching me… Suddenly, I didn’t want to land anymore, and I tried back-flapping (huh), but I just dunked into the river anyway.
All was silent and still for a moment, lost in bubbles. I tried to struggle, but with the first wing-flap, sweet water filled my mouth.
I was in the Gryffindor common room, shaking Fred and crying from disbelief and internal anger.
My grandmother was in a hospital bed, staring at me intently and drawing Devils’ Snare on a piece of paper repeatedly for me.
Fred was standing over me in the hospital wing, wearing a long cloak and a face etched with sorrow, talking, explaining.
I was snapping a picture of the sea with my new camera, as it was my ninth birthday. Mum and Dad had come, and Fred, so I wanted pictures before he left for Hogwarts.
I was collecting money behind a desk, while standing in front of masses of suitcases.
Hagrid was giving me full points at my Care of Magical Creatures exam, third year, as I discussed dragons and chimeras with him.
Dominique was casting a burning curse at my face, and I never felt so much pain in my life… it was so unlike her… we were only playing at war!
Aidrian Finch-Fletchley’s face was drawing right up next to mine, but then it morphed again and again, so fast I couldn’t see who, except a flash of blonde hair.
Isabella was making me over, and Harriet was picking out clothes while Edie showered, sending smells of lavender through the room, overpowering us. We were laughing hard, and Iz nearly sent a bottle of perfume off the dresser.
I stared at the cloudy sky above the frosty lake, as my mind debated whether or not ‘this was odd or not’ (an outside motive, not the conversation, I gathered, while it took odd twists and turns I couldn’t understand any more.) I longed to interpret it, to move, to get away, but I couldn’t and my limbs just got colder and colder.
I was in the mud on top of Dominique, her pretty strawberry hair turned the same muddy brown as everything else. She scratched her nails all down my legs, and I smacked her across the head as hard as I could, punching her in the stomach, before she Chinese burned my wrist. I flipped her over, she headlocked me, and I sank my teeth into her wrist, drawing blood, before she yelped, drew back, and I carried on kicking her down, as I tripped over her and we were down again, still fighting, and –
I seemed to hear a loud sploosh, before I was drawn out of the water, back through the fog and back to the present day, in mega-fast rewind motion.
I was a video layer now? Fantastic.
Cracking open my eyes, I scared-ly saw a freaky metal band thing around my head with a phial strapped on top (in the mirror lying in the floor), a pink-and-blue gas tube just pulled from my chest and a yellow-filled needle lying on the floor next to my arm, where a small spot of blood was.
So that was what had kept me in that foggy-river-place when I had almost pulled out… presumably injected me with a semi-hallucagenic substance, to keep me where I was and expand on my current state of mind.
WHOA. It was a very clever state of mind I was in… unfortunately, it would probably wear off soon.
Looking around, and feeling like a scared rabbit trapped in the headlights, I noticed an amount of damage near to where I was: beds had been smashed around, the rug has been ripped, and many flowers and bushes had been trashed in some way.
I froze, not wanting to be pulled back to reality.
I had done this?
There was a loud popping from behind me, and a weight was lifted off my head, along with the band obscuring most of my vision. “There you are honey! First lot of memories for you, although not as many as you would’ve had, if we hadn’t needed to stop you because of the ruckus… you caused yourself quite some damage.” Mrs. Smethwyck’s lumbering shape came into view, and she carefully sat down in front of me, making full eye contact.
“The memories had just started to get longer!” I blurted out. I was pretty pissed at having been stopped from knowing more about me. I mean, hello? I don’t have much to work on here. I need AS MANY PIECES AS POSSIBLE so I can FIT ME BACK TOGETHER!!!
“Yes… I would hope so too! Now, I’ve given all the instructions and gear to Madame B, so you can repeat this every other night. She knows how to do it, but you’ll have to work out your own routine for getting into that mind… Are there any other, previous memories you’d like to store?”
Fearfully, I nodded. “Yes, but… I was fighting after quidditch in that last one… that’s why I was hurting myself. And-"
“Aw now, come on sweetie. Don’t worry, this can all be fixed in an instant. Now, let’s get you into bed, then that memory! You need a good night’s sleep after this, as it is half eleven now, and then you can go tomorrow, Sunday, ok?”
She tucked me into my newly un-trashed bed, and I quickly thought of all my dreams and vague déjà vus before she extracted them and put them in a separate phial, labelled differently.
I closed my eyes, weary to the core. I was desperate for sleep, and desperate to start dreaming about my memories, from now.
Roxanne’s Memory Book
Well, there’s not been any weird dreams, and all my memories for today have been most vividly recorded. Well, if this is a book to remember stuff: so’s I don’t forget, this is my little routine for relaxing before memory-retrieving:
- Eat appropriate meal beforehand
- Drink water to purify and relax
- Sun salute
- Water bend
- Deep breathing in Red Jackal pose
- Meditating in Lying Starfish
- Water Breathing
- Breathe and relax as Golden Dragon, add bowl and dive down…
*A/N: Thankyou for sticking by Roxanne in this crazy chapter! I’m sorry it’s slightly odd, but… she’s not exactly sane at the minute either!
And if you’re wondering why the daughter of George is not more of a prankster, don’t worry: things will all pick up by next chapter. She just needs to get to her stocks of WWW ;)
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Chapter 5 – Heady from the Release
It was around ten when I had the first freaky surprise of the day.
This one was in the form of a person, and they couldn’t have caught me in a worse place. No kidding.
I had woken up at half eight and scoffed my breakfast of eggs before grabbing Isabella’s present-purse and heading towards the bathrooms. These were proper, nice, painted-and-decorated bathrooms, not like the normal partitioned Hogwarts ones. I unfortunately had nothing much to wear, apart from my yellow pyjamas, but I figured I’d work it out later. I had no time for this kind of thing when a bath was calling my name!
I started running the thing happily, but with a lack of anything better to do, opened the purse. And was kinda shell-shocked.
I mean, whoa. How much work had this girl gone to for me? Inside, it was all pink velvet, and had been magically expanded to pretty big! All the small compartments had nice, girly stuff in them, like perfume in this one, earrings in another, shampoo, hair stuff, and so on. Two compartments were labelled ‘Spare Clothes’ and ‘Underwear’. Each folded out to show shelves of the things, and it was really, really nice stuff. Silk and ruffles and smoothness!
I officially love Isabella.
After an hour of getting clean and ready (I’ll spare you the boring details, although it was officially luscious for me), I headed out in a dressing gown so I could find my deodorant before putting on a pair of blue skinny jeans and ruffled, silky green top that brought out my hazel-green eyes, inherited from Mum’s side. My eyes aren’t half as green as Al’s are, but they are quite cat-like when you wear green to bring them out.
Anyway, Megan bounced up to me as I rummaged in the half-filled drawer beside my bed, and told me she was getting out tomorrow! I was very pleased for her, and we spent a good forty-five minutes running back and forth from the bathroom, spraying her and me with perfumes, doing our hair and making her over, and me doing my make-up (I trusted Megan, but I didn’t have faith in her mascara wand skills.)
Then, a random guy with floppy, fair-ish hair comes walking down the ward kinda poncey. He looked like expected to be the new Justin Bieber, but I assumed he was here to see Madame Beauvoir, until he came right up behind me and gave me the shock of my life by hugging me from behind.
“Excuse me! What are you doing?! Get off me!” I cried, trying to turn around in his arms. He was pretty persistent though, and just kissed me when I was facing him.
I punched him as hard as I could.
“Ow! Babe, what did you do that for?” this stranger moaned. I had no idea who he was, and he was really annoying me. Why had he not been to visit and explain himself to me if he was involved with me? And he was such a ponce, I must have taken Amortentia to even look twice at him.
“Get your hands OFF me!” I hissed, shoving him away. “I don’t know who you are, why we EVER knew each other and why you’re harassing me!!”
He looked up from the bed. “I’m your boyfriend, Aidrian! Remember me from anything?” He grinned, and turned on a puppy-dog look. I wasn’t buying it though.
“Not properly. And I lost the last 31 months’ memory, so piss off and I’ll come back to you if I remember anything!” I turned back to Megan, who had a look of fearful shock on her face, and was trying to mouth something to me. I always was awful at lip-reading, though.
I bent down to her, leaving Adrian on the bed, and she quietly whispered “you broke up with him six weeks ago! He said some stupid stuff about you, and he was treating you bad” in my ear.
I frowned and straightened up.
“Right! You, Adrian, will not take advantage of my current vulnerable state! I broke UP with you. Get out!”
“But baby… we got back together! Just ask your Isabella when you get back. She knows we were trying to keep it quiet! And… when you come back to talk to me about us, make sure to wear that dressing gown again. You look really hot in it, although I prefer you in your underwear.” He winked at me. I was horrified.
One thing I was sure of was that I had never given myself to any guy like that. Edie had mentioned something about a Sexy Team Underwear Show once, and I must have been in that (explains Iz’s fancy underwear in the purse), but I was never in anything that revealing.
I just wasn’t like that, I knew, and he had NEVER seen my underwear. Unfortunately, I knew at least one person who had, becaus Iz had told me.
“Megan, don’t listen to him. He’s trying to freak me out, because no guy has seen my underwear," I lied. "Especially not YOU! Now get out before I hex you!”
He just sat there and smirked.
I pulled out my wand, and pointing it at his throat, I narrowed my eyes. Tiger look.
“Dixit Magnetatis!” I hissed. Suddenly Aidrian looked scared, and clutched his throat. He opened his mouth to try to say something, but all that came out was squeaking. He tried again, with a harder concentration: still high squeaking. This time, he screwed up his face into a constipated look, and tried shouting, but only loud squeaking came out.
Me and Megan were laughing pretty hard by this time, but it was as he was walking out the ward doors, looking mutinous, that the rats from all over the castle arrived. And bestowed their love upon him.
The magnetatis part had worked, then.
I swear I had never laughed so much as I could remember.Me and Megan were doubled over, laughing so hard tears were streaming down our faces and my stomach hurt. It was just hilarious as the egotistical, empty git was carried off by a load of rats.
I had no idea where the spell came from, but boy, was it funny to watch
Upon leaving the hospital wing with my few belongings, I proudly walked along the halls to the Great Hall. I had managed to get away, with memory intact! AND looking good, too.
However, I had not expected to receive quite as much shock from the amount of publicity we had here at Hogwarts. I mean, I knew it was very public battle – the Potters were making SO MUCH MONEY – but I had not expected the walls to be plastered with life-size and larger posters of Dom and I. And a random Basilisk sometimes (why?).
When I got to the hall, there weren’t even many people sitting in there. Most of them seemed to be wearing badges and so on, but I tried to ignore that as I set out to middle of the Gryffindor table, where the food seemed to be.
Only one guy was sitting anywhere near it, and as he seemed to be in my year (OWL textbooks are a big giveaway), I plonked myself down opposite him, and swung my packages onto the table beside me. It was pretty crumb-strewn, but I didn’t really care by this point.
“Hey. Where is everyone?” I casually asked, sitting down and grabbing the nearest clean plate.
The guy looked up from his toast and transfiguration textbook to examine me. “Quidditch. Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin, so I didn’t bother going.”
“That figures”, I replied. “Kinda boring watching them of you have family on both, and It’s not like I can particularly support either team. By the way, who are you? I’m Roxanne, as you know… but I probably knew you before, and I can’t remember”. I sat expectantly and chewed while he looked up and seemed to think.
“Well, I’m Daniel Longbottom. Hi. And I don’t think I knew you that well before – we didn’t really speak, anyway.” He just shrugged and returned to reading his book.
I frowned, not really in the mood to have my mood brought down. However, before I could say anything, someone called out “Dan! Over here now!”, and he had to grab his stuff and drag it to the other side of the room to talk to whoever wanted him.
He seemed quite nice. This was probably because he wasn’t clamouring to get me to remember stuff, like everyone else was. It was pretty cool to be able to explain myself just as much as someone else could, and not ask too many questions to find out what was happening.
I wasn’t that great at listening.
Still, there was plenty to think about as I hurried along the deserted corridors to the fifth floor. There were multiple moving posters of Dom and I, in various different red and blue designs: alone, looking fearsome; with each of our ‘teams’ behind us; there were some of me and the others in our special underwear from the show; a design of Dom in a roller disco in the Ravenclaw common room (I supposed), and some random green ones with a Basilisk on, with the slogan ‘I’m with Karl the Basilisk’. That had to be the weirdest of them all… because how the hell did me and Dom have a basilisk involved?!
It was even more worrying as I approached the Fat Lady’s corridor: there were scarves and GIGANTIC posters, cut-outs of me and the Ninjas, and some different poster designs which hadn’t been seen before. There even seemed to be a contest as to whose was the best. There was also a very odd stall, mostly covered by sheets at the minute… but I didn’t really want to know what was underneath.
You can understand my trepidation as I walked up to the Fat Lady. I was slightly scared about what it would be like INSIDE the common room (considering how bad it was outside), and it was then that I realised: I didn’t have the password.
“Argh!!! Can I not even come back to my STUPID common room after FINALLY getting out that STUPID hospital wing?! I mean, nobody thought to tell me the password, which DUH, I don’t KNOW because I CAN’T REMEMBER ANYTHING FROM THE LAST THREE YEARS OF MY LIFE!!!” I screamed. I was pretty pissed off. The match had started only half an hour ago, and would surely last a good few hours. Then when I did eventually get in, everyone would be there.
It had been looking so good.
“Oh, go shout at someone else!” the Fat Lady replied crossly. I had been quite rude, but I had reason.
I had opened my mouth again, when the portrait hole swung open, and two first-years stepped out. One of them paused and gaped for a moment, then ran hard at me and hugged me round the waist.
Aah. I had (probably) missed little Alex, my little Gryffie buddy.
I wasn’t even sure at this point, fifteen minutes later, that I wanted to be shown my dorm. Because I had had such a freakin’ shock with the common room, even after my worried expectations, that I thought the dorm was gonna be a hundred times worse.
Alex assuring me that it was also didn’t help matters.
However, I was safe in the knowledge that any newcomer to the revamped Gryffindor common room would be kinda shocked. I mean, seriously? Did they – the Potters – HAVE to have a gigantic stall and magically-expanded-to-ridiculous-size broom cupboard to ‘create new stock’? Did my fellow fifth-years HAVE to redecorate the common room in pink and red with ninja designs, slogans, posters and all the palava? Did I (I’m guessing) HAVE to have a large, large bookcase with all the different Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes order postboxes and sheets?
Well, yes. It was such a cool idea! But, anyway, the other ideas were slightly shocking. But, the sofas were all pretty new and REALLY nice, so I guessed that the Potters had donated some of their profits made off selling Roxy’s Sexy Team/ninjas stuff and bought our room some AMAZING sofas, and desks.
I was quite proud of my cousins. It was really nice of them!
Although I didn’t really like the way they were making the money. I had yet to see a stall-in-action, but I was quite looking forward to it. In a way I wouldn’t tell them for the world, because I was new-Roxanne and reformed, RIGHT? And, I mean, – WHAT THE HELL IS THAT POSTER OF DOM DOING HERE?
I must have looked quite mad to Alex, as I huffed and shook and clenched my fists, and frowned and smiled around the room. Really, it wasn’t looking quite as drastic now.
And now, this brought us to my dorm. The scary wonder. Huh.
Silently, I climbed the many long, spiral staircase up to the fifth-years’ dorm. Just the four of us were in there, but I hoped that somehow, Harriet had kept us organised. Standing before the old oak door, though, the possibility seemed rather small.
Still, I walked on in, holding my breath: ready for the third freaky surprise of the day. And collapsed.
… that would make the dorm the fourth freaky incident, when I came around.
Roxanne’s Memory Book
When I blacked out, it was because of the wash of memories and brain overload, I think. I suddenly saw so much, so many things happening, voices in my head. Lots of hissing. Some laughing. Waves swishing. Bangs and bright lights. Guilt.
I seemed to feel scared at one point… scared that something could find me. I was hiding. Sheets were over my head, and shield charms in place.
I felt exhilarated, as we ran backwards into the dorm, shouting and firing spells behind us and out the windows, craftily firing under our beds because we knew the Sneaks were under there.
I felt guilt and tension, worry and loss. Why was she doing this? Dom was being such a bitch, and I didn’t even know why or how. Quidditch would help.
I felt acute anxiety, and a need to get them out. They were hiding and I would get blamed. I didn’t even want to be talking to them… they would be the scapegoat.
I was escaping. I didn’t even understand anymore and I needed to get away. From everything. I wanted to do a Fred, but I didn’t even know if the unknown reason for his running away and mine were the same… although they were related.
And then everything had closed over my head, and I blacked out.
*A/N: Hey! Hope you liked Roxanne’s first out-of-hospital experiences :) It was nice to be able to write about normal Hogwarts for a change. Also, I’d like to say a big THANKYOU to everyone who’s stuck with us so far! I know it has been pretty slow, but Roxanne has to get eased in, ok? I promise more action – including Dom’s first appearance – in the next few chapters!
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Chapter 6: Regrettable Actions (AKA The Result of My Temper)
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Chapter 6 – Regrettable Actions (AKA the result of my temper)
I came around to find, once again, a small horde of first years trying to wake me up so I could go to the hospital wing.
Typical – I only just got out of there. Now they were trying to take me back?! NO WAY. Seriously.
I sat up and told the first years to bugger off. In nicer words, of course, but that was their underlying meaning. Only Alex was allowed to stay, because she is a nice, space-giving, already-known first-year who is under my protection and not taking photos like one stupid girl! I mean, I didn’t even do anything. That is seriously sad – she needs to get a life.
I looked around our room when they were gone. All the hangings were drawn, fortunately, as I couldn’t take another memory onslaught. Already, I could feel a bruise on my cheek from where I had fallen.
What I could already see was quite enough, and I didn’t WANT to see each of our separate beds.
Needless to say, it was fantastically messy, Harriet’s the least. Most of the mess was schoolbooks in piles around her bed, so I knew it was hers. It was in the only right-angled corner, and slightly darker, with extra shelves, there.
Edie had an explosion of EVERYTHING around her bed. Nothing was NOT in the high dumps around her bed, and in that section, almost no floor could be seen. Hers was on the opposite side of the door to Harriet’s.
Isabella had lots of make-up, clothes and magazines, among more serious books and sweets. Hers looked the more light-hearted part of the room, and was next to the bathroom. Her wardrobe seemed to be the larger, expanded size like Edie’s: however, I suspected that Edie’s was from the clothes being in piles and taking up much more space than they should have.
Lastly, I turned to my part of the room. I was the only person with a window both sides of their bed, and it was in between Harriet and Isabella’s. However, it was such a strange mess I had around it. Many ninja and Sexy Team posters and memorabilia were strewn around, amongst essays and notes, lipgloss, and very large assortments of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. It was very me (as far as I knew, and had to feel it. But I did. Feel that it was me-ish, I mean).
ANYHOO, I was mostly confused by the large piles of suitcases strewn around. Only the purple colour, with a large orange ‘W’ on them lead me to believe that Dad had sent them with my family and I, to install the Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes Hogwarts System. That was, presumably, what the postal order boxes were for – for me to collect them and give the products to the buyers.
That would sure explain all the lilac and orange sheets everywhere. I wondered if they had other boxes, for other houses, because we wouldn’t want to miss out on business, right? But Gryffindors should get priority. Why? Because we’re the best house! Duh!
I still remember my Sorting. I was near the very end, because of being a Weasley, so I got to watch everyone go up before me. I had sat with my cousins on the way, so I didn’t really know anyone; one disadvantage of having a large extended family is that you aren’t forced to do stuff for yourself.
Not that that’s a bad thing most of time. But sitting down on the stool, in the heavy warmth of the sorting hat and looking out at the sea of interested faces (which I now realise most of which were actually bored), I really wished I had more than just Fred, Molly, Dom, James (who were quite the foursome even then despite, being separated by three houses), Fleur and Teddy. I wanted to be in Gryffindor, like Fred and Dad and Mum so badly… to not disappoint them, and to go where I felt I fitted in.
I told the sorting hat this, and he certainly considered it. “Hmm… not Slytherin, not ambitious enough” (which is why Al and Scorp are there), “not Ravenclaw, not quite quick enough, although certainly inventive… Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, now? Well, I have to say you’d do well in both. But I think you’ll have plenty of courage when needed, and your heart already lies with GRYFFINDOR!”, he roared at the end.
I was so pleased then… he was right, it was where my heart lay.
“Em… Roxanne?” a voice piped up, pulling me out of my memories. Alex. Dorm. Right.
“Eh… do you know why there is a pine cone repeatedly hitting the window?” Alex asked curiously. I had to admit that I didn’t but it was starting to get on my nerves.
Then another one joined it, but it was bright pink instead. Together, they made the most annoying tapping noises ever.
Then another pink one joined it, and a black. Then a normal brown one.
Tapping noises like that get on my nerves so much. Just there, tippity-tappity, all ANNOYING and ‘Hi, I’m not gonna let you concentrate, coz I’m just gonna sit here and TAP on your TAPPING nerves!!’.
My eyes narrowed and fists clenched as yet another purple one joined it. All six were bouncing off the window now. I strode to it in three large strides, and wrenched open the latch at the top flap, sending the pine cones scattering backwards.
“Will you just STOP IT ALREADY!!” I shouted down to the annoying boys below. They just laughed as I wrenched it shut with a slam. “God, I REALLY hope for their sakes that they stop n - ”
Tap-tap-tap on the newly-shut window. All six were back this time. Then, a new, further-away tapping sounded from the other side of my bed. Walking over, there were three pine cones bouncing off it already.
I shoved that, slightly larger, window open too, and, pointing my wand out, sent some hexes who-knows-where, aiming for the ground without looking. Judging by their laughs, though, it didn’t seem to have hit anywhere near them. I retrieved my arm, and whipped my head round to a worried-looking Alex.
“Please, they’re just trying to wind you up! Just leave it. Please!” Alex pleaded. I tried to relax, and opened my mouth, when suddenly, a storm of the bloody things came up and hit the window, blocking out most of the light.
I hate magic sometimes.
Trying to control myself, I steadily headed towards the door, trying to go back down to the common room like Alex wanted me to.
It was then that a positive crateful of pine cones hit the other window, and a load poured in to the bathroom too. That was it.
I whipped around and sprinted for the window, heading straight into it shoulder-on, screaming bloody murder at them as the glass shattered all around me and I headed out…and down.
Normal people would have been scared as they headed downwards from the third-top floor of the second-highest tower in school, a good fifty feet down. Maybe more. But all I felt was such anger at these absolute pricks that time seemed to slow down as I headed for the grass.
Afterwards, nobody knew how I did it, least of all me. All I knew was people’s shocked faces as the newly-emerged crowd form the quidditch match saw me fall, and the scared-as-hell faces of the pranksters. I just knew rage. But somehow, I managed to land on arms and knees, and roll James-Bond style, across the grass for a good ten feet, and come to a stop in a feral position on the ground, hissing at the stupid idiots.
In fact, I was still so hyped-up and out of it, that I went straight for the nearest guy’s throat, slashing his legs out from underneath me with just my limbs, then punching him in the face so hard his nose cracked under me. I had raised my fist again when I heard running feet and two people dragging me off the idiot by my armpits.
I twisted round and out by flipping myself forward, and had lunged at the nearer of the two, pinning him to the ground, when he cried “Annie! Stop!”.
I knew something was wrong then, but would have had a hard time controlling myself if I had not heard Dan’s voice in my ear just then, saying “Stop it. He’s your cousin. Relax!”
It wouldn’t have worked if he had not been the first unassuming person I had met, and the only new voice that morning.
Something had been started in me that knew all the voices of people before the bludger incident.
I slowed down and peered at his face. I knew him somehow… my cousin?
Potter. James Potter, cousin to me, only a year older. I had tried to attack my cousin! WHAT?! I backed up, leaning backwards and covering my mouth with my hand, eyes as wide as satellite dishes as I awkwardly tried to get off and un-straddle my cousin’s quidditch-robe-covered stomach. What had I done?
I stood up, still shocked, as I looked at the next guy over. He was groaning, face in his hands, and the other two were gathered around him, trying to get him to speak.
This was my fault… why had I done this? Oh God. How unstable was I, that I would do this?
“Oh… my… SHIT… I’m so, so s-s-sorry… d-didn’t m-mean t-t-to… w-w-w… oh… oh-oh-oh…sh-sh-sh-shhh…” I started hyperventilating and was swaying dangerously. I was so out of my depth and, what had I done? What, oh my God… I mean….
Quickly, Dan took hold of my shaking form and sat me down on the ground, head in hands. I felt like I was going to be sick. I had just severely injured two people, and it would have been more, of not for Dan. Why was I so uncontrollable?! Oh my life, this was… frick... frick…
Dan took my head out of my hands, and made e look at him. I had lost the ability to hear right now, but he made me look into his eyes and stay like that. I slowly stopped shaking, and my breathing had managed to return to almost normal by the time that I could get out, “How did you know to do that?”
Dan looked down then up again. “Mum’s a healer at St. Mungo’s. She taught me what to do”. He frowned, focused slightly to the left of my eyes, and then picked up my hands and looked down at them. I did too, and saw cuts along them, from the glass as I smashed the window. I supposed that was what had happened to my face too, but the rest of me had been protected buy my jeans, shoes and leather jacket.
Silently, Dan took his wand and summoned all the remaining glass out of my wounds, which really stung but was ok after a bit. He then quickly did some spell to make them scab over, but said “you’ll have scars for a long time, but not as bad as they are now, ok?” I just nodded.
He tried to get me to stand up, but ended up sliging my arm around his shoulders, supporting me around my waist and half-carrying me back up to where I had acted so rashly.
Seeing the broken-nosed guy again made my tongue all twist up, so Dan announced, “Roxanne says that she… didn’t mean to. It wasn’t a… rational decision…she’s really sorry. But you guys shouldn’t prank her again, or this is what you’ll get!” I gave him a shaky smile. I couldn’t have said it myself better.
I turned with Dan’s help, and backed up to the castle to leave the crowd where it was, with Lysander Scamander using Episkey on the guy’s nose.
Half an hour later, I was sitting and talking small talk to Dan. He was kind of stiff at first, but had warmed up by the time James Potter made it up to us on the squishy sofa by the fire. His appearance made me clench up again, until he just sat and laughed. Obviously the events weren’t that meaningful or awful to him.
I felt like crying and laughing and screaming at him, but apart from the fact that a steady stream of people had been coming and going for the past few minutes, now that the match had finished, I really didn’t want to change his mood into a more deserved and angry one.
Damn teenage hormones. I just wanted to make up, but NO, I had to feel a hundred other things as well.
When James had stopped laughing, and was smiling broadly instead, he said “that was quite some trick you pulled there, Head Ninja. Almost as good as the Quidditch-in-the-mud incident. Although I’m still mad at you for losing our best beater for the rest of the matches, apart from the last one. Including the rematch of the original. Still, at least Dominique won’t be in that one either. She was a good beater too… although you had an edge on her” he winked.
“Wait… what? So… I’ve been banned from quidditch, yeah? But I was allowed to play in the last one because…?” James shrugged. “And that would be the one where someone sent two bludgers at my head so that I couldn’t hit them both.” I sighed, and leaned back into the cushions.
“Personally, I’d not be sure which side to take if I were James. I mean, your best friend and team you support, or beater on your quidditch team?” Dan dropped in crossly. He seemed to have a grudge against James.
“Wait… what? I knew you guys were a foursome, before things fell apart… but you actually set foot in this common room and support Dom?!” I injected, sitting up and leaning forward to glare at him.
James backed up somehow (harder than you’d think, whilst on a sofa) and put his hands in the air. “I don’t actually support them! I just sell the Stompin’ Team stuff, because we need someone to, right? And I have the best reasons to, so… anyway, I’m actually a Gryffindor Ninja supporter all the way through, but I have to wear blue to promote Potter Enterprises! Anyway, Dan’s no one to talk… Basilisk supporter!”
Dan glared at James. “Hey, I didn’t know Roxanne then!”
“And you do now?”
“More than before! And - ”
“WHAT” I cut in, “is this about a bloody Basilisk?” I glared at them both, to try to get an answer, but they both looked away.
It looked like some things I would have to find out for myself.
To ease the tension, I picked a random, unused Snitch Bomb off the floor, pulled the pin, and lobbed it at James’ head at just the right time, so that it created its snitch-size explosion right next to his face.
Surprisingly, it worked, and we three laughed hard. Thank heavens, once again, for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.
Roxanne’s Memory Book
I think today’s events kind of set off a couple of things in my head… no proper memories or connections but I got three flashes.
First, the tapping brought me back to a time in St. Mungo’s, where a patient wouldn’t stop tapping a little rhythm on the table. It was a sad time, I think, and I felt locked away, and the pine cones brought me back to it, especially as it was a non-funny joke.
The second was that flash of anger and falling, which kind of ties in with the fighting that came from it: the third one. Each time, I got a flash of the same quidditch match with Dom and my fighting. The hurling-out-the-tower gave me a flash of something that was like me launching myself across to Dom on her broom and pulling us both down to the muddy earth. Then, when punching Paul (as I found out that was his name), I had a flashback of punching Dom in the mud. It went kind of like that meditation-induced memory.
Note to self: Revisit memories collected, somehow. Without pensieve, I don’t know how.
*A/N: So, thanks for reading this chapter! Slightly suspicious, yeah? Hm… we’ll meet Dom soon, plus see what the whole family thing is about. Well, not really including Fred’s problem, so there are two… but you’ll find out soon!
Just because I keep forgetting to say, all recognisable things are the wonderful JKRs, except unknown characters which I made, and the plot belongs to me, etc. Oh, except for Madame Beauvoir who is the lovely Miss Marla G’s creation!
Thanks for reading so far!! :D I love you all!
Chapter 7 - First Day Back
Monday morning, I got up with the sun. It was pretty cool, watching it rise. But I didn’t actually get up for that purpose. In fact, the whole thing was Madame Beauvoir’s idea.
Although not necessarily quite that early. It was only because I went to bed extra early, worn out with all the adrenaline that had been and gone. So then I woke up at, like, five and got up at six. I don’t really know why Madame B wanted me to get up early to meditate, although she did say a bit (rambled about it quite a lot, actually) something to do with ‘early morning stillness’ and ‘peace and quiet’ and ‘morning freshness’.
Yes, well, it was bloody freezing.
Still, it gave me a while to mull over what all our beds were like. I had taken it slow so as not to cause a memory-onslaught again, and wasn’t TOO surprised this time. They hadn’t changed TOO much in three years.
Although, there was a large change in the posters around the dorm (particularly Isabella’s). There were many more now, especially Ninja/Sexy Team ones. Meh. Many bands, quidditch teams and moving photos had been put up now.
I suppose it seems stupid to be so hyped-up about the stupid duvets everyone had. But, as Fred always used to say, “you can tell a lot about a person from the state of their bed”. And, I had to live with these things. So you get my drift.
Well, Harriet had a pretty patchwork quilt on her bed, with some Laura Ashley – type cushions (she is a muggleborn, and so often shops in places like that). She just had a teddy at the end, among them, and cute, matching heart pyjamas.
Isabella had a hot pink duvet with a silky purple throw at the end of her bed. She had one of those cheesy heart cushions and SO MANY pillows under her head, she was practically sitting as she slept. She had her legs curled up underneath her though, because half her wardrobe and make-up collection, with pizza, was sleeping at the bottom of her bed. Typical Isabella just had one of those tiny negligee thingies.
Edie had a very sweet and bright duck-covered duvet, complete with the whole of Mayvern’s Tavern (the giant wizard toy shop) soft toy section. Sheesh. I didn’t even know you could get plushies in the shape of fire crabs, chimeras and kneazles, but there you go. She just had a giant tee-shirt on, that acted more like a short nightie.
I, on the other hand, was wearing a very large, turquoise-and-red, baggy Weird Sisters tee-shirt with long black leggings, and my purple Winter Sleep Hoodie on. I love that thing. It’s so soft! I must have had it for only a few years though, because I don’t remember getting it. However, apart from my normal pink-and-green duvet with long, red bolster at the end, it was the things above my head that had really startled me.
I had an extremely large shelving complex above my head, with small, boxed spaces for each item in there. And there was a LOT of stuff. Mostly either girlie/toiletry stuff, ‘rare’ or special WWW stocks, school inks and special quills etc, and more unseen Roxy’s Team stuff. Needless to say, I was quite in awe of mine and my friends’ geniosity. This was amazing!
In fact, the smashed window had been repaired pretty well too. Although James maintained that they should put a little plaque beside it.
As I had so many new memories, I wanted to check out Fred’s note to me before breakfast, and see if anything matched up. I really wanted to know what he was talking about, so I took it out of the lining of my trainer, and read it again.
Trust no-one. Obviously. I wouldn’t know that until later. Although probably good advice.
It all runs in the family, skipping every other wave -
The waves ahead of us don’t know, but the swash does. What does? Although… I remembered the memory of us all at the beach on my ninth birthday. Fred knew I could connect stuff to the sea. The waves ahead of us? The swash? Well, swash was that white stuff as it broke upon the sand, just before they died and went back to nothing, circling back under into the sea again. Huh.
Good luck around Hagrid – be careful. Act dumb .What? Hagrid wasn’t dangerous! But why would I need to pretend I didn’t know something about him?
There isn’t much time left… new moon will be worst. Oh no, was this some kind of inverted werewolf thing? Because I really hoped I didn’t have it. But was it a cycle thing, every new moon or just this one which happened to be on a specific date, which was what Fred was getting at? Ugh.
All incidents regarding Miss Strawberry must be covered up. There is a spy close by; close to you esp. Ugh, what did this mean? ‘Spy’ as in Spies&Sneaks, or just spy? And who was Miss Strawberry? I closed my eyes and thought back to my memories, when suddenly – BAM! It was Dominique, of course! “Strawberry hair” was what I had thought in the quidditch fight, and she must be Miss Strawberry! Who else could it be, after all?
I felt pretty elated. I had worked out some of Fred’s note, and written my notes around the side.
Hopefully, some more memories would magically reappear soon, and I could work out some more! Because, fail to plan and you plan to fail, as Nana Molly always says. And because I can’t get hold of the plan, it’s not looking good right now…
The next thing, I was being shaken by a panicked-sounding person. This didn’t even seem weird any more, it had happened so often so recently.
“Wuh… wuzzat? Wa’appnin? Whozat?” I mumbled incoherently to the shaker. Argh, get off already.
“Roxanne! You have to get up now! It’s ten to nine! You overslept after falling asleep by the window.” Harriet cried, still shaking me in an effort to get me moving. Fortunately, it was one of the rare occasions when words DID manage to penetrate my skull this quickly after waking.
Mostly induced by freaking-out-ness.
“WHAT!! But… the sun, rising… memories… oh nooo, where’s the note? The note! Frick!” I desperately searched the floor with my hands, but when I stood up, realised it was in the bottom of my bed socks that I was wearing. Phew.
Harriet was wringing her hands in despair as I flew to my wardrobe and started yanking out robes and skirts and blouses. “I only came up to brush my teeth, but there you were! And, we didn’t wake you before because we thought you must have set your alarm!”
“Yes, well, do I even have one?”
“Yes, trunk number 8, I think. And you have transfiguration first, with Chang!”
I gasped in horror as I tried to zip up my skirt. Damned blouse kept catching. “Frick! She’s evil with detentions! Oh no, what am I gonna do?! Ok, what do I have after that? And before lunch?”
Harriet walked to the back of the dorm door and checked our pinned-up timetables. “You have arithmancy, then double Herbology before lunch” she said worriedly. Those were not good first-day-back lessons, especially for a slightly mind-abandoned girl in all of this.
As I was having problems running a brush through my hair, and then decided to tie it up in a quick ponytail, Harriet quietly summoned all my books, notes, homework and gloves/quill/wand so that my leather satchel was ready by the time I was (minus make-up and food).
“Ok! We have” she checked her watch “two minutes to get to the transfiguration classroom, second floor. I have food in my bag if you meet me afters, but I have divination when you have arithmancy, so if you don’t catch me, you’ll have to buy a bag of Basilisk pretzels off the Potters for fourteen sickles of you don’t, ok? Yes, they’re a rip-off” she sighed at my tomato face, from angriness, “but they are good money-spinners, you have to admit!”
I could admit, but wouldn’t as we raced down moving staircase after moving staircase, jumping the trick trip rope on the third floor, and the vanishing step too.
At exactly 9:03 we were outside the transfiguration classroom, panting hard, and I banged straight in before bothering to catch my breath. I wouldn’t need to, as I waited through Professor Chang’s twenty minute lecture…
And sure enough, it was “Girls, you are five minutes late!” (actually, three. Get it right, Prof! I could see Edie’s back shaking up front) “I would give you a detention, but since it is presumably Miss Weasley’s fault” (Harriet is a prefect. Go figure), “and it is her first lesson back, I will only take five points off you each. However, such behaviour…”
On and on she droned, about behaviour and standards and not acceptable and OWLs and not making exceptions and our OWLs and our own good and upholding honour and OWLs. I tuned out fast, but was surprised to see that only twelve minutes had gone by when she dismissed us (me needing to be elbowed by Harriet to come to my senses and wipe the mildly-interested-but-very-sorry expression off my face. Genius. Until the elbowing).
So, now there was only half an hour of the lesson to go. Yay. (And in case you didn’t get that, it was sarcasm. The Weasleys’ native language).
As we took our seats, Professor Chang started her lecture on today’s fun exercise. “Right, today we will be going through all the exercises we learnt last term, as a kind of reminder before we move onto the next topic, which will link in quite well with all of this. I will write up the list of all the transfiguration spells you will need to perform to your partner, and we will carry on into next lesson, if necessary. You may begin.”
Slightly doubtfully, I turned to my partner. She was a Ravenclaw – Chang made us sit next to someone from the opposite house to ‘improve inter-house relationships’ – and I had no idea of her name. But, it would pretty rude to ask, right? So I would just have to pretend I knew it.
Looking at the board, I read “‘vanish your snail then conjure it back again’. Ok, well, do you want to go first?” The girl nodded, and quickly and quietly whispered the incantation for vanishing, paused, and then conjured it up again.
“Okay… well, my turn! Um…” I pointed my wand at the poor snail and after waiting for a moment, I realised I had absolutely no idea how to do it.
“Um… when did we learn the Vanishing and Conjuring spells? Because I can’t seem to remember how to do it…” I trailed off. The small Ravenclaw murmured the incantations for me, “Evanesco”, and then demonstrated the wand movements: it was the same for both, but backwards for vanishing.
I tried both at once, but it wouldn’t work. It all felt very alien to me, and I had to try hard for over five minutes to get my snail to vanish.
“Why can’t I do it?!” I complained to my very disgruntled partner. We had a good nineteen more things to do on the list, and had accomplished… one. With twenty minutes to go.
Seeing her patient-but-grumpy face, I said, “Look, go join another pair and make a three. I need to speak to Professor Chang, because I don’t know w… aah. Oh, no. Oh God. Please…”
My partner was now looking slightly worried for me, although more patient now that she could go if she wanted to. “What is it?” she said quietly.
“It’s… argh… I can’t remember the spells from the last three years of my life! Because of the bludger! What am I going to do?” I whispered, feeling as if the world had come crashing down upon my head. I had my OWLs in FOUR MONTHS TIME. And I couldn’t remember anything for them?!
“Well, Miss Weasley… if that is the case, I suggest that you go over each of your third year notes, then fourth year, then fifth year, in the next few weeks. If you would like, I can arrange for each of your teachers to go over things with you in the lessons?” It was Professor Chang. She was being extremely and unusually kind to me.
“If you are worried about how you will do it all, never fear! It will take you a lot less long to learn each spell the second time round, because you just need to re-find the paths for each of them carved into your brain. For example” she gestured to the snail, “it took us two lessons to get that the first time around. But only five minutes the second! So don’t worry, we’ll have you on your feet again in no time.” She smiled kindly at me, and wandered off to help my ex-partner, who was failing at Switching Spells three desks over.
But although, by the end of the class, I had a signed note from Professor Chang (even though she was head of Ravenclaw house), I felt pretty overwhelmed and stressed. For obvious reasons.
Arithmancy was only one floor up, so I was waiting miserably outside with some of my other classmates for a while before Professor Vector let us in.
I didn’t even notice who I sat down by, I was so dreading the confirmation of my lesson-loss.
Unfortunately, I and Professor Chang were right: I had forgotten everything. This included arithmancy basics, because I had started in third year obviously. I couldn’t even get the arithmancy equation for wand/caster influence, let alone for Animagi transformations, which was what we were working on! I had to spend the lesson with him at the front, re-learning the basics and the first month of third year work.
Needless to say, I was very happy when break came around. I had agreed to meet Harriet (and presumably the others) in the east courtyard to appraise the Potters’ merchandise stands. Apparently, this was their break spot.
But, as I walked through the crowded corridors for the first time, I seemed to be attracting a bit more attention than I had bargained for. A LOT more, in fact. People were staring and whispering and pointing as I hurried past, head ducked. A sort of pathway was carved for me, through the crowd so that I didn’t have to push. A reputation bubble.
As I waited on the staircase as it swung around, being stared at like the new circus freak, an obnoxious Slytherin called out, “Oi! Sexy basilisk girl! Knocked anyone else out yet?” His mates all laughed, but I just stuck up my middle finger at him in that oh-so-easy gesture of annoyance.
One of the mates then shouted out, “Charmed any more toads yet? Maybe left a surprise for the other patients in the hospital wing?” Again, they laughed. Idiot no. 1 then opened his fat mouth and said, “Yeah, did you actually lose your memory, or was it just a new campaign for people to notice your underwear!”
They all laughed their heads off at this, and I had whipped out my wand when the staircase juddered to a halt. Everyone moved on down, but I whispered “Nasilius”, and moved on down with them, satisfied smirk on my face. My work was done.
As I stepped off the staircase, there was a sudden surge of people behind me, covering their noses with their sleeves from the dreadful smell coming off Idiots 1 and 2. It was as if a hundred dungbombs were inside their robes…
Revenge was sweet.
I was slightly less happy thirty seconds later, though, when everyone had been muttering something along the lines of “Sexy Roxy/Evil Bitch/Head Ninja/Basilisk Girl is back”. Urgh, couldn’t they just leave me alone?!
I was in even less of a happy mood when, in the East Courtyard, I could not find a single trace of any of my three friends. I even used the Locator spell with my wand (although I have no idea how I knew it… I was panicking), but it swung aimlessly around, meaning they were nowhere nearby.
I was pretty desperate and worried, dying to have someone to talk to, to dispel the despair I felt at all these whispers. It was then that I finally spotted a familiar face among the milling students.
“Dan! Dan, behind you!” he turned around at my shouts, and gave a half-smile.
“Hey, Rox. How are you?” One look at my creased-up face gave him enough to work with.
“Oh, okay. But where are your friends? Have they abandoned you in the sea of gossip?”. I nodded fiercely. “Well, since you’re here, do you want me to show you the Potters’ stands? They’re quite something.” I smiled and accepted him.
It was nice to have a normal person to calm me down. I had been pretty hysterical, but Dan just kept telling me to ignore their comments as we pushed through the small crowd gathered around the three stalls.
From my short 5”5, I couldn’t see very much, except for three large banners above each of the stalls; one blue, one reddy-pink, and one green. They read “Roxy’s Ninjas”, “Dom’s Spies&Sneaks” and “Team Basilisk”.
What was it with Basilisks today?!
Pushing through the crowd, I got to the front of my stall. Lily was selling on mine, James on Dom’s and Albus on the green one. They were handling the fast exchanges and multiple demands extremely well!
My mind was partially distracted by all the cool things on the stalls, and I allowed myself a half-second to take it all in. I swear the whole student-competition-team thing hadn’t been done since the tri-wizard tournament!
NINJA STALL: Scarves, hats, badges, LOADS of different sizes and designs of posters, figurines (?!), underwear (“one size fits all: magical size-intelligent underwear for just seven galleons per women’s set and two for men’s!”), special potions (most of which I recognised as newly-packaged WonderWitch products from my Dad’s store), and a lot more.
SPIES STALL: Same drill on posters, figurines (?!), scarves, badges and caps, rollerblades, life-size cardboard cut-outs, Special spells, and so much more!
BASILISK STALL: Posters, badges, scarves, basilisk plushies, and a great deal of sweets.
The basilisk stall had fewer buyers, but still made a tidy profit, I could imagine. I made my way over to Al, and by the time he had noticed Dan and I were now behind his stall with him, my face was right next to his and ANGRY.
He leaned back just in time to avoid being quite as deafened by my “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH ALL THESE BLOODY BASILISK THINGS?!”
It was gonna take more than Dan’s “Easy, tiger: this is one for lunch, not now”.
I NEEDED TO TEAR SOMEONE’S HEAD OFF AND IF I DIDN’T GET AN EXPLANATION RIGHT NOW, ALBUS POTTER WAS GOING TO DIE!!!
Roxanne’s Memory Book
I have to admit, I didn’t really remember anything useful today. I just had a few dreams about our dorm, mostly, and all the different changes it has undergone (more than you would think, apparently).
I also had a few snatches of Fred, before he left. And the sea. Grandma loved the sea, I remember. But that was before she had to go to St. Mungos’ (as I know from a longer snapshot, that I hope is not currently correct).
I remember Fred being all isolated, trying to cut himself off from James, Dominique and Molly before he went… he made up stuff about them, he said that to me this one time. He was going through something in his mind, I think. Because he only ever seemed half-there for those two weeks, after the first fine week of when we went back.
After that, nothing went right… and the war began within our school, and Fred didn’t even know me as one of two most-known girls in school.
I wish he had.
*A/N: Sooo, guys, how’d you like this one? I’m sorry not much happened, but one problem come out of here (and a hint of the solution), and also, about to address two more issues in the next chapter!!
Thanks for reading this far! I love you guys. But… IT IS MY BIRTHDAY today, and you know what the best present would be?? Yeah… a review, considering I have over 300 reads, as of today, and only one review, by the lovely lizmusic45! That is a crappy ratio or reads to reviews, so even if you haven’t reviewed thus far, just do it for this one chapter… please?
Chapter 8 – Fights
I was pretty pissed off right now. The Potters were making money off insults that people could throw at me?! And why were they even there!!! WHAT had happened for the basilisk thing?!!
I was breathing real hard right now, and Albus looked scared. Lots of the shoppers had either floated away or were looking on, frozen, as well.
Then, Dan was pulling me aside. He was stopping me from shouting at Al, when it was exactly what I needed to do!
“Dan, WHAT are you DOING”, I hissed madly. “I need to know this, and LET ME GO!! It’s none of your business what this is about!” I glared through extra-slitted eyes at him, and was straining like mad, to free my arms from his grasp, but it wasn’t working.
“Roxanne! This is exactly what you mustn’t do, ok?!” he whispered fast, but hard.“Don’t get angry or you’ll lose control again! We don’t want you to hurt anyone again. You’ll only get in mega-trouble. And, I don’t think we want the basilisk tale recounted to you with all these people. It doesn’t show you in a very good light, never mind all the other connotations that your friends no doubt can tell you about! So don’t fight, ok? Wait until lunch. We can tell you exactly what happened then”, he pleaded.
I huffed, but it seemed reasonable enough. There was one thing I did want to know, though. “Dan, why were you with the people who pulled the prank on me?”
He smiled. “I wasn’t. I was just walking away from them, but I didn’t know what they were doing, and I stood to watch from further away, but then you came smashing out the window…”
He trailed off. “So, let’s go. Herbology now, right? And… keep away from the Potters’ stands if possible. It’s not pretty when Dom comes either, so - ”
“Yeah, don’t get your hands dirty, Roxy. I want to keep you all to myself. And it’s not like you ever do the work yourself unless it’s gonna buy you some reputation, right?” a sneering voice came out of the crowd.
Aidrian Finch-Fletchley pushed forwards, and strutted across to us, under the archway.
“Yeah, after all, you’d probably be overcome with love for your own produced underwear! You probably wear those pink bras all the time, don’t you, Roxanne? Just because you love yourself so much.” His face was right up close to mine now, and he was spitting. “You think you’re so much better than everyone else, but in actual fact, you’re just another jumped-up slut that this school has produced!”
He shoved me hard, sending me staggering backwards into Dan, and into the stone column. My face contorted with rage, but my head rang from impact, and he stupidly just kept on talking.
“Oho, what’s this? I’m surprised you even knew anyone outside of your own filthy family, Weasley. Breeding like rabbits, aren’t you? I heard that you’re all so close, your brother committed incest, and that’s why he’s run away. Is that right, Roxanne? You know everything, so you should know this alright”. He was smirking, an evil, nasty smirk, that made me want to reshape his nose for him.
I was straining forwards, but still Dan held me against the column I had hit. “He’s so much worse than you are, Rox! Don’t stoop to his level. Half of his family is muggleborn, if he wants to play that game!” Dan whispered to me.
Aidrian raised an eyebrow at Dan, still smirking that stupid bloody smirk. “Oh, right. Are you her new puppet master now, or something? Has Roxanne lost her will as well as her mind, now? Ah well. I heard she kept her temper, though. Used it to crash out of a window, as if Dom was in the same room as her!”. This raised a laugh from the blue-scarf-wearers. A large crowd had gathered around us.
“Look, just piss off, Finch-Fletchley! I don’t want to know any stupid rumours you’ve made up about me, so go fuck yourself!” I spat at him, straining so hard against Dan now. Dan was using his whole bodyweight to keep me there, but couldn’t hold out for much longer I guessed. He had arms of steel, though.
“If you say so. Unless you’d like to repeat the honour for me?”
“I never did and never will, son of a bitch! Just because I dumped you, because you’re so up your OWN ARSE, you’re all pissy and bitter! Go find a person who deserves it to pick on!” I hissed through my teeth.
“Nah, I’m okay thanks. But seriously, why are you keeping company with that loser? I understand that he wants a bit of action, but is it also because his own grandparents are locked in a loony asylum? They’re so stupid, they don’t even know who he is! And – “
Aidrian was promptly knocked over with both mine and Dan’s weight on top of him, as we both charged with the anger of a shark behind each of us. I repeatedly punched his nose, hard, and Dan was getting his stomach, when Lauren Gibberd pulled me up and away from him. She had a vice-like grip and I was shaking and whipping my shoulders round and round so hard, I was extremely surprised she could keep hold of me, let alone restrain me.
But Dan was still on top of Aidrian, punching his face, which was already coming up with black and purple bruises, along with a cut along his ear, and an extremely sore stomach, I expected.
And that was when Professor Longbottom, Herbology teacher, head of Gryffindor house and Dan’s dad, came and pulled the two apart, with a murderous look on his face, and ready to kill me, Adrian and Dan, it looked like.
Neville – I mean, Professor Longbottom – still looked ready to kill us once Dan, Aidrian, Lauren and I were inside his office. All did not look to good from here.
Proffessor sighed and rubbed his forehead with his fingers. “Right. Well, what happened? And, Miss Gibberd, you go first”. He looked tired.
Lauren just said, “Aidrian was saying stuff to Roxanne, and Dan held her back for ages, then suddenly he let her go and they attacked him. I pulled Roxanne off Aidrian, but Dan carried on…” She looked down uncomfortably at her shoes.
“Well, thank you Miss Gibberd. It shouldn’t have been necessary, but ten points to Hufflepuff for quick thinking. Now, Mr. Finch-Fletchley, what’s your version of events?”
Aidrian’s face looked like he was ready to murder poor Neville. “Well, I was only talking to Rox and Dan, and then they attacked me! I wasn’t doing anything wrong” he scowled.
“Oh, sure!” I interjected. “You were deliberately provoking us! ‘You’re only with that loser because your grandparents are locked in a loony asylum’? ‘Jumped-up know-it-all slut’? ‘Filthy family, breeding like rabbits’? Please, you were ASKING for a fight!” I rolled my eyes and viciously stuck my chin out, leaning forwards slightly into a slightly menacing and animalistic pose.
Neville’s eyes were narrowed at the comments, and his eyebrows were in his hair. “Is this all true, Mr. Longbottom?” Dan nodded. Imagine how weird it must be to have to call your son Mr. Longbottom, and call your Dad Professor… I wondered.
“Well then, thirty points from each of you should do the trick. I will contact your parents, Mr. Finch-Fletchly, but no detentions, because I believe you have all had your… rewards, from this experience” he said dryly.
“But, sir! Why aren’t Dan or Roxanne’s parents being contacted?” Aidrian moaned.
“Well, I already know about this, so Dan’s are taken care of. Although his mother will know”, Professor Longbottom frowned at Dan, who hung his head. I rather thought it was a deliberate show, to not make trouble for his Dad and that Professor would have done the same, but he had to retain respect.
“Yeah but why not Roxanne’s parents?” Aidrian carried on whining.
“Mr. and Mrs. Weasley are not available to be contacted right now” Neville said sharply. Aidrian looked surprised, but then the cocky smirk was back as he turned and sailed out the offered doorway, with Lauren behind.
I looked up at Neville confusedly. He looked down, ashamedly, I thought, but I didn’t know why. “Daniel, tell Roxanne about her… situation over lunch, will you? NOT now, or during my class, which incidentally, we are now all twenty minutes late for.”
And so Professor strode out of his office and led the way down to Greenhouse Four with me sending Dan questioning looks as we trailed behind him.
He would only shrug, though, and cast his eyes down to the green grass below our feet.
Fortunately, Herbology wasn’t too bad, as it didn’t require too much prior knowledge about the plants, as Neville explained exactly how we were treating them beforehand anyway.
All through Herbology, I shot Dan questioning looks from across the room, but he would just look down again, and sometimes mouthed “at lunch” to me. It was all highly frustrating, especially as somehow, he managed to tell each of my three friends to be there too.
By the time we got out, the three Potters also knew, and were also coming to help Dan out, as they were family and probably knew loads from their parents and our grandparents.
When we eventually got to lunch, I was seriously fed up, and slammed my books down onto the table with a lot of extra force, making Lily and Edie jump back.
“Right. So what’s the big deal with this stupid family, personal issue of mine that you guys have kept secret from the only person it concerns?”
“Honey, don’t be like that with us.” Isabella said. “It wasn’t our fault all of this shit happened in your life, ok?” I just glared at her.
“So, where does all this begin?” I asked monotonously.
In the early hours of the morning, I was lying on my back and staring at the pattern of moonlight slits on the ceiling of my four-poster. I hadn’t slept a single jot, or even felt fatigued, since I had come up here to lie pointlessly at seven’o’clock… I hadn’t felt like facing their pitying faces any longer.
I didn’t know how I really felt any more.
I ran over our ‘story-telling’ for the thousandth time. I could still hear James’ voice as he explained, with the help of various different people, what exactly had happened.
To cut a long story short, what happened with the basilisk was:
· I had just come back to an empty dormitory (or so I thought… Edie was getting dry in the bathroom).
· There was a load croaking from under the bed, and I bent down to see what it was.
· Under my bed, there was a toad secured overa chicken’s egg, with numerous spells and triggers in place to ensure it stayed there.
· I had somehow… talked to it, trying to coax it away from the egg so I didn’t blow myself up with the traps and triggers around it.
· I was found talking to the toad, professors were called and the whole thing looked highly suspicious. And not in my favour.
Apparently, this all happened just before Christmas.
I did ask Albus why my parents hadn’t sent me a howler, or come to see me or anything. Because I had had no letter from them that I could find, for a few months past now. Everyone had looked kind of confused, upset and uncomfortable.
Because, my parents are in quarantine.
Grandma is still in St. Mungo’s, you see. She has some kind of mind-and-body affliction that they think she might have passed down genetically to Mum. They’re not sure if she could have passed it on to Dad in any way. So they’re being tested in all sorts of stupid ways, and nobody can have contact with them, although I guess they must know about Fred’s escape.
I think they must be coming for me next.
I feel like I’m in a cage, but really alone. I can’t escape from this, and lose everything when my mind is so vulnerable. But I have lost all my family; brother, mother, father. Grandma, too, and Grandad Johnson a few years before.
I feel so alone, although the Weasleys stay strong and a part of me…
I need family now, more than ever. And after waiting for seven hours for something to happen, anything, I decide to go join my family.
I’m in a trance as I lift up the covers and mechanically step out of bed, cross the floor and crack open and slip through the creaky door, leaving it slightly ajar.
I’m numb as I slip down a full 360 degrees turn on the stairs and crack open the door to the fourth years’ dorm, and slip in to beside Rose.
I’m deep inside a shell as I drift off to sleep, hugging my sleepy cousin, but feeling safe, because at least I’m with my closest family right now.
But even when I wake up at dawn and trudge downstairs to the common room in the green light, that shell is still in place and more reinforced than ever when I sit on the couch and just stare, and build a wall in my mind to stop me thinking.
Roxanne’s Memory Book
What’s the point?
*A/N: Hey there! Ok, have to admit that was a pretty fun fight scene to write. What did you guys think of the revelations? Did you guess anything?
Have to say, I don’t think you’ll see the events of the next chapter coming…
Yep, writing chapter 13 right now!
What do you want to see from this story???
Chapter 9 – Ice
When I am found later that morning, just sitting there unspeaking, I don’t think anyone really knows what to do. I don’t even notice anyone for a long time until hushed tones break through my reverie and slowly bring me to the surface.
James is all intent on shouting at me, which he does, but it just sends me sinking again, turning my head back to its original spot as he tries to loudly reason with me.
Isabella and Harriet (Edie is still trying to wake up) try to persuade me to go back in tones you would use for a toddler, gently tugging on my arm. It doesn’t work though, and the mist stays where it is in my mind.
Dan tries bringing me food, but its Rose and Lily whose efforts I appreciate.
“Just leave her alone!” Lily shouts at her assembled family. “Can’t you see how much she needs this solitude, huh?”
“I know I’d want to be left alone in this place”, Rose agrees fiercely. “Let her break down the barriers in her own time. We’ll only be making it harder for her to do that, and building extra ones on top if we hang around!”
I’m grateful for that. Rose and Lily come either side of me, and Lily just whispers in my ear that she’ll take care of it all for me, whilst I manage to make my mouth smile slightly in response to Rose’s comforting hand squeeze. All that anyone does is move me to the window seat, head still in place, but where I can gaze at the forest. Then they leave me.
As I sit, I suppose that people go past, on their merry ways to wherever they are going. It’s not like it matters. Like anything matters any more. Instead, I sit, head to window, watching as the rare January sun comes up and starts to bathe the Forbidden Forest in light, then start brightening up the day. The grass actually looks green, with the frost burnt off for the first time in months.
People pass below, coming and going, never stopping in the chilly air. Only I sit and watch as the top of the forest gradually brightens up and comes alive, with first a shiver, then a sigh, then squirrels and swaying and they all wake up.
I sit, with my mind and soul trapped, seeing the view but not really taking it in. Nothing can really get in or out. The barriers I build are far too effective for that. All I see really see in my mind’s eye is black and white.
I must look odd to passers-by, in my red heart pyjamas, hoodie and slippers, just staring out and not moving. But some people must feel the absence and the barriers, because I go undisturbed. It is easier, although it wasn’t hard before, to just sit when there is nobody. Even during break only a few people come, and more at lunch, but only for books, then they’re out again, out of the door and back into the mayhem and chaos that reins in their lives outside.
And I sit. Nothing gets in. Nothing gets out.
I am alone.
Ugh, even the word sounds like a piece of isolated crapness on a plate. Coz that’s how I feel, and my mind is shutting down it feels so abandoned, and although my BRAIN is telling me all about my Weasley relatives and merrily rambling about how Nana and Grandad Weasley will take care of me just fine, just like at Christmas, in fact!, my MIND is freaking out.
I sit. I watch the black and the white, and the emerging forest. I feel like a block of ice, and I relish it. Nothing can melt me now, because there is no such thing as fire, and feelings, and heat, and emotions. They are an incomprehensible thing, so I am all prepared.
In front of my eyes, all I see is blue ice. I have long ceased even being able to feel my breathing, or my dead leg, or the drips onto my head. I am locked inside.
The blue ice grows and intensifies, and then it puffs out suddenly into smoke and mist. There is pink fog too, now, and all I feel is confusion at the déjà vu of it.
…and then I’m swooping down to a melted-ice river, and I’m shrieking because I DON’T WANT MEMORIES. I know where I am, but I can’t pull back to rip that cursed tube out of my chest!
I want to stay here, locked up, thrown away the key. I don’t want to look back at all the things that I’ve done. I don’t want to know anymore. I don’t want to stay here, be here, to discover me, because I HATE ME.
I DON’T WANT TO DISCOVER WHO I AM!! It’s melting my ice and I’m screaming because I can’t go back, I mustn’t go back, I CAN’T GO BACK…
But there isn’t much that I don’t understand this time…
I walk through the streets of Hogsmeade arm-in-arm with Aidrian. We’re laughing, and I’m having the best time.
Lily jumps in on us, and surprises Rose, Lucy and I, who are in the process of reading her diary. Somehow she manages to hex us, although she hasn’t even learnt how to hold a wand yet!
I am with my friends in our dorm, and we are having some kind of bed war, involving pillow fights, duvet caterpillars and tying our bed-curtains to one side.
A brown-haired girl is being pinned by me up against the wall with my wand at her throat.
I lie in the snow, with it twirling and swirling around me. I can escape here.
I dance with eight other people on top of the Gryffindor table, with that one MRTNTA song blaring, a thick thumping beat, and laugh as I feel on top of the world at all their faces.
I feel fear and shock as I see what is under the bed and realise the implications. I try to fish the toad out, just to try, but I already knew I would not be able to get through. The caster did their spells well, and they want to frame me, I know. Panic bursts through my veins.
Ropes shoot out and bind me all over, so I skid along the floor head first. My front teeth have smashed painfully, and my nose broken, I can feel. My hands are bloodied and my legs deadened from the colossal crash onto the ridiculously hard stone floor. I can hardly register how silly this is before I am hoisted up into the air by invisible hands, and left to hang there while they begin their humiliation of me, gleeful shrieks echoing off the walls.
I run and run, up all the staircases in The Burrow with James not far behind and screaming bloody murder at me for dying his hair green with one of Dad’s potions that doesn’t wear off however many spells you put on it. I run to the top floor, and leap over the banister down to the landing a floor below, with James halfway up the top one I was previously on. It is too hot to be doing this! But then James thumps down beside me, and I have to run upwards again. I don’t hesitate to climb into the attic this time, and as James careers up the last steps, I heave myself out of the tiny window, and down onto the guttering. I hear James thump into the room, pause, and head for the window as I edge along the guttering. He pulls himself out too, nearly falling, but closes in on me at the corner. I look back, and before he can react, I jump, and fly.
As soon as he comes up to me, smirking, I know what I have to do. Even then, as I try to get the words out, he shoves his mouth on mine, and I shove him off me with difficulty, disgusted. Still, he tries to grab my arm and parade me to his stupid friends AGAIN, but I resist, my stone face slipped into place. I have been struggling to get the words out as he mauls me around, but I manage to shriek “Get OFF me, Adrian!” He frowns, looking that puppy-dog-hurt face that would surely melt most of the girls in the school, but I only sneer at now. He is just a silly bimbo airhead, with half a brain cell in between those two ‘perfect’ ears.
“What’s this about, Roxy?” he whimpers. I glare, merciless. I am sick of his games, and being his trophy to boast about and show off.
“We’re through” I hiss. “You don’t care about ME, for who I am, at all. All you ever want to do is show me off as your new cardigan to drape across you. Goodbye, Adrian Finch-Fletchley!” I spin on my heel and angrily march away, seething, and barely containing my roiling emotions. They clearly show across my face, but I sweep through the crowd without muttering anything more except “Good riddance!”
I see mum and dad being called away, but as Fred and I wait with Grandma, she gives us bug-eyes and strains her hands. We don’t get it for a while, no matter how hard we try to interpret her charade, but after half an hour of waiting, we start to realise what she means. It feels like a creeping – pain shoots through me, all stiff, but I cannot stop seeing my Grandma, convulsing and so scared it is like someone is wrenching my heart out.
The ice inside of me is twisting and shattering, but piercing all through me as it explodes inside of my heart.
It is so painful, I am screaming like there will never be an end to it.
I scream and scream, trying to lessen the pain as I blindly throw myself up and try to stumble-run away. I barely know I am moving, but I am blind from seeing her still, in so much electrifying, numbing agony.
I try to wrench the picture away, but the blasted tube is set in me, and while it cannot be pulled out, I see my beloved Grandma glued to my mind.
If she is in so much excruciating agony just showing us this, somehow, what will they do to Mum and Dad?
I am so scared at so much pain inside of me. The agony is tearing me up, and the one person who can hold me together is gone, left me to cope alone. Has Fred’s ice gone too, or has he just added his to the pile of ever-exploding shards inside of me?
I scream and scream, because I am being fast pulled apart, nerve from nerve, inside my heart and mind. I cannot escape, and the blackness is trying so hard to pull me down, but the needling hooks above suspend me as they stretch me hard and rip my flesh.
I scream and scream as I wish I could die. My mind is screaming, my limbs are screaming, my heart is screaming, and so many tears are running down me, mingled with blood as I scratch myself hard to relieve the pain.
But all I see is the red light coming towards me and surrounding me.
I don’t know how long I am screaming in pain for before I stop. I don’t know who finds me or why they have discovered me. I just feel this awful pain all through me, shattering my ice again and again and again, into ever-smaller, needling pieces that work their way all through me and back again.
It was halfway
through fifth lesson when Scorp and I were on our way to fetch Chang’s textbooks for her from the sixth floor. We were just on our way up the sixth set of stairs in a secret passageway when the most awful screaming was heard coming from somewhere the other side of the tapestry.
It sounded as if someone had the Cruciatus curse on them, and I barely knew that I was running down the few stairs and rounding the tapestry, before skidding round the corner and stopping, Scor hot on my heels. I was kind of surprised, but didn’t stop for more than a moment.
Because instead of the troupe of evil wannabe Death Eaters we were expecting, it was just cousin Roxanne, screaming in pain and writhing on the floor, tears streaming down her face, and scratch marks all over her face, legs and arms, as she clawed at herself, probably to try to stop the pain.
She had a weird contraption around her, involving a gas tube out her chest and an odd metal headdress. It looked a bit like a Scamander contraption, especially with the candyfloss-fog-bag on the end of the tube.
I tried shaking her, and grabbing her, but it was as if my hands were burning her. She couldn’t open her eyes. We tried stunning her, and body-locking, but neither worked.
Eventually, I knew I’d just have to go for it and pull the damned tube out. It wasn’t like I had a choice, because she sounded like she was in so much pain; being tortured by her mind.
Roxanne had certainly had her fair share of horrible things.
And so, Scorpius held her down - as much was as possible with all the writhing - and I leant forwards and pulled the tube out of her chest as fast and hard as I could.
She kept of screaming for a bit, but her limbs started flailing less and seemed to become as heavy as lead. The screaming lessened, and went down for a minute, but then she was panting heavily, in a hurting way. Roxanne couldn’t get enough breath.
Then Scorpius started swaying next to me. The tube was in his hands now, and pink-and-blue fog drifting out menacingly, tainted with Roxanne’s blood. Scorpius had obviously inhaled some, and I, I…
The picture of an old woman, obviously a close relative of Roxanne’s mum, floated in front of my eyes as I struggled to stay upright and in control. She was writhing in agony and silently screaming. Tears were pouring off a younger Roxanne’s face as she stood up and banged on the healer’s door, screaming for her parents.
I knew the younger Roxanne’s thoughts in that moment, and she felt so much fear for her confined parents. They had been taken away, for testing, whatever that meant.
How much pain would they put them under, and how much torture? What would they rip from them for this information and security?
If so much fear was in her Grandma, the bravest person she knew, it would be more pain than imaginable.
I was collapsing against the wall now, with Scorpius twitching on the floor beside me, and I was struggling to see past this picture wall and into the present.
“Help..” I whispered. Not loud enough. “Help me. Help. Help! HELP!”
The world was spinning as I tried to stay upright. The two sides, reality and Pain Movie, were vying for my attention. I had no control over which would win. Instead I shouted, aware that I had only seconds before I succumbed to the blackness and lost reality.
How much worse must it be when that thing was plugged into you? I had only inhaled some and I had stuck because of Roxanne’s blood on my hands, the same with Scorpius.
I shouted for the last breaths I had.
“HELP! HELP!!!” I was rolling now, right over, and grunting from the slight pain as I also felt the ice inside, starting to harden in my heart, collecting there.
Vaguely, with the last insight into reality that I had, I saw pounding feet with a single person behind it. I was being dragged along a floor for only a few metres and then thrown into freezing water.
The images kept on playing, but as water filled my lungs, they faded as I spluttered and coughed my way up, trying to get to the surface. Just as my head broke it, blondie was dunked in next to me.
And the dunker… James, my pisshead of a brother.
I coughed and spluttered, and James had to sit on me very suddenly before I could breathe again. Then, when Scorpius surfaced, I did the same for him.
It was a very cruel method James had used, but it had worked our minds clear.
Then, Roxanne was thrown in too.I suddenly realised the implications of this, too late.
“Fuck, James! You can barely breathe under there; you saw what happened to me and Scor! AND WE STILL KNEW WHAT WAS GOING ON, AFTER ONLY TWO MINUTES UNDER! SHE IS GOING TO DROWN!!!” I shouted.
James’s smirk slowly dropped off his face and his eyes widened as he realised what he had done. Rox had been under for nearly a minute already, and he quickly threw off his robe and kicked off his shoes before leaping in as fast as he could.
It was a nice bathroom, really. But I couldn’t notice it as the seconds ticked by and neither resurfaced, or even disturbed the plate of water.
I was surrounded by something else: wet and warm. But the ice was still needling and hooking and cutting all through me. I couldn’t move, and no matter how hard I tried to wrench my mind away, it was strapped to the horrific scene I remember from not-so-long-ago.
I felt lighter after a while, and different inside. Maybe my mind was subconsciously flushing the ice out…? I didn’t think that would work, but it was worth a try.
Then, a giant wave next to me caused my body to drift a little to the side. My mind was in just as much pain as ever, but my body had been happy, if burning a little extra, until now. Yet I was being towed, and pulled.
I didn’t want to be taken away, and my mind finally let my body move again, although I wasn’t allowed to control it yet. I would be allowed that later, when my brain was done.
Someone was trying to pull me away. I tried to wriggle away, but they were trying to pull me up. I just wanted to go down, and we struggled for a few moments, until he suddenly stuck a finger inside a bloody hole in me.
I had never felt so much pain, before my mind’s session today. My brain and chest burned, most of all my chest-hole. The puller forced me to the surface and dragged me up, into the boiling air that burned just as much as the water.
I think I must have blacked out with pain then, because the next thing I knew, I was upside down and blinking. My eyes hurt from the light after so much darkness. I blinked, and someone was cheering.
I was swept up into a big hug, which I resisted at first, but then relaxed into. It felt better than anything else today, here as I kneeled on the floor of a bathroom being hugged by Albus and James. I could see, and I laughed and cried, despite the pain from the wound in my chest.
It felt so good to be safe in my cousins’ arms, and know I wasn’t entirely alone.
The ice was collecting and hardening again though, but would go mostly unnoticed for a while.
I was safe. For now.
But this bubble wasn’t going to last for long, or so I later discovered.
Roxanne’s Memory Book
I can certainly say I discovered the ice within. I know where it all properly formed now, which gave me my ruthlessness and my unbounding non-fear, leaving me unafraid to try anything these past few months.
Fred always won at Fire, Water, Ice, that Chinese sensei game that is basically an Oriental version of Rock, Paper, Scissors. Because Fire melts Ice, which freezes Water, which douses Fire. A little circle of beating and winning, forever circling…
And I know now why I feel abandoned all the time; because I AM. Although I denied it when I thought I was otherwise; I felt selfish and stupid and forgot about it. I was so right.
I need to trust my instincts more.
*A/N: So before you guys kill me (hides behind desk), I would like to say that I know this is a pretty bad chapter. I’m about 35% happy with it, tbh. But right now, inspiration for other ways of getting this scene across is zilch :(
I know it was confusing, maybe a little boring, but I need this bit in for later – although there won’t be another scene like this!
What did you think of Al's POV too???
Thanks for everything :)
Chapter 10 – Releasing (Out of it)
*Carried on from the end of Ch. 9*
But after all that hugging, and the feeling of safety returning, all the adrenaline left my system and I just flopped, having to be supported by Al and James.
It was then, of course, that McGonagall walked in.
Not that she was the worst person to walk in – not by any means. But she wasn’t the best person right now either.
Absentmindedly, I wondered if I looked as absent as I felt. Apart from the fact that I was soaked through and dripping with water, in my pyjamas, bleeding from a hole in my chest, chalky white and with purple rings under my eyes from the Ice… probably not!
I started hysterically laughing at the irony of this, but when all four people turned to stare at me with varying you’ve-gone-mad and apprehensive expressions on their faces, I settled for a loose smile that turned out to be more of a grimace.
McGonagall stood in the doorway for a few seconds, appraising the room and us with her nostrils flaring.
The bathroom was in quite a mess. There was water and blood leaking everywhere, as well as an overflowing bath with orange bubbles flowing around us. Then there was us, dripping on the edge, very damp and surrounded by various bits of James’ outer uniform.
I was starting to get annoyed and upset as I coughed, because I had this great gash in my chest that was really painful and BLEEDING everywhere, but nobody was doing anything. McGonagall seemed to catch onto my train of thought immediately, and glaring at me, said:
“Well, Miss Weasley, Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy and Mr Potter… what a fine mess you have created here!” She was standing above, hands on hips, and very intimidating. I didn’t think it was the right time to start my explanation.
“I hear a commotion with various shouts coming from this corridor, only to find it deserted and flooded! I then hear screams and shouts coming from this very bathroom, and enter, only to find a family reunion of sorts, with you all having taken a dip in your clothes, and Miss Weasley not retrieving memories as she was supposed to, but with a dangerous wound!”
I scowled. It wasn’t like I wanted this, was it? “How did I even end up being ambushed with the Headdress of Steel?” I asked crossly, feeling slightly childish. “I don’t seem to remember any nurses coming to my aid when I was reliving my family’s quarantine scene and screaming for help, blinded!” I snapped.
I felt like walking to the pool and plunging in to un-stick-ify myself from all the blood, but I didn’t think it would be taken too well by the headmistress, and one of my cousins may well dive in and drown trying to save me.
Ha, serves them right for dumping me in it in the first place.
That reminded me of a time when I was six or seven, and Dad had been working on a bathtub product of some kind. I was downstairs at the time, but we were all there when the water exploded and swept the house in a giant wave, flooding us for weeks. We’d had to move to the burrow for a few months while Mum and Dad tried to right our house, which was harder than you’d think, even using magic…
I jerked back to the present as McGonagall said “Well, I understand that it is hard for you to remember, Miss Weasley, but it is imperative that you do,” in a slightly softer tone than usual.
Then she straightened herself out again, and merely said “On the other hand, you have given us the most troublesome and rollercoaster-like fifty-two hours in a long time at Hogwarts.
First, you unleash a horde of Hogwarts rats upon a student” I giggled – I had forgotten that. “Then, you barrel out of the top of Gryffindor tower and fight muggle-style with a good number of students in your year.”
“Miraculously, you make it through to the next day, where you forget everything you have learnt in the last three years of classes” I bowed my head in shame and sadness, “and get a large amount of house points taken off you for, again, muggle-fighting another provoker!” Sheesh, it was only thirty points. I’d had a hundred and fifty taken off in one go before.
“You need to learn to control your temper Miss Weasley!” McGonagall stormed. “Of course now, to top it all, you fall into a trance, and the minute Beatrice, Madame Beauvoir, has a chance to leave you with that ridiculous memory device, you manage to knock out yourself and two other students into one painful memory, ending another of your cousins throwing you all into a giant pool, then having to dive in to save you from it!”
We were all frowning now, but at least she had credited James and Al where it was due, along with punishment. I was shaking from fatigue and lack of energy now, and although I was already only half-standing, Scorpius had to catch me as I toppled sideways, and gently placed me on the floor. Why was I always headed down?
McGonagall wasn’t so annoyed that she would leave me there though. She sighed and crouched down next to me, carefully examining my wound while Al supported my head. Everything was spinning and blurry, and I couldn’t focus on anything.
The last thing I heard from anyone was McGonagall, murmuring “Tomorrow, Miss Weasley, we WILL have you a normal day, if my life depends upon it.”
Then the blackness closed in… again.
Roxanne’s Memory Book
TOP 10 MUGGLE SONGS MOST PLAYED ON MY WPOD:
1. ‘Only the Good Die Young’ – Billy Joel
2. ‘Sweet Caroline’ – Neil Diamond
3. ‘Five Years Time’ – Noah and the Whale
4. ‘Mr. Brightside’ – The Killers
5. ‘Hey Soul Sister’ – Train
6. ‘Three Little Birds’ – Bob Marley
7. ‘Don’t Stop Believin’ – Journey
8. ‘Another One Bites the Dust’ – Queen
9. ‘Love Story’ – Taylor Swift
10. ‘Girlfriend’ – Avril Lavigne
Okay… I know some people won’t be very happy at my songs, but these are all seriously cool, okay? Also, I am very into rock music too, but muggle rock has NOTHING on wizard rock… we win, hands down. However, it is the only type of music we CAN do, so go figure.
*A/N: Hey everyone! Before I say anything, I would like to announce that I DO NOT OWN ANY SONGS HERE. They belong to the artists who wrote them, okay? Also, I do not own Harry Potter (unfortunately) or any of its characters, blah blah, except the plot and characters you don’t recognise.
Songs belong to Billy Joel, Neil Diamond, Noah and the Whale, The Killers, Train, Bob Marley, Journey, Queen, Taylor Swift, Avril Lavigne and their respective companies etc.
I hope you like Roxanne’s song selection… it came from her playlist on my iPod and the music that I thought she would listen to. Needless to say, I left out the more angry songs from her playlist!
ANYWAY, how do you think this chapter went? I’m sorry that it is shorter than normal, by about 500 words, but the next scene is a really big one so I didn’t want to squeeze it in and ruin it! PLEASE R&R for me… it means so much! Just write anything at all!
Chapter 11 – Sociable
Two and a half hours later, I was sitting in front of the common room fire, wrapped in blankets, with Dan. After getting chucked out of the hospital wing by Madame Beauvoir, for ‘disrupting my peace and making me worse’, I had lain smiling and warm, sometimes giggling, and attracting dirty looks from Classy Clarisse (her new nickname. I hope you get the sarcasm in it – Weasley trait, y’see).
I had then been let go, and limped up here, only to find Dan had skived off so that he could come and visit me before the hordes arrived out of lessons at 4.
He had gone kind of red when I first came in, and I guessed he was kind of embarrassed, so I didn’t mention the whole dancing-for-the-talent-show thing, in case it came out wrong. I didn’t want to make him more embarrassed.
However, he was being very gentlemanlike, getting blankets for me and such, so that I blurted out the question on my mind. “Why are you doing this for me?”
Immediately, I blushed stupidly. Duh, what a stupid idiotic question!
I had thrown my boy rule book out the window completely. (I managed to do that a lot. In fact, I seemed to have a special talent for things being thrown out of windows…)
Luckily, Dan just laughed. “Well, we’re kind of friends, right? Unless you want more,” he winked – just kidding, then.
I laughed. “Yeah – although if I were you I would have been scared off me by now. After all, you’ve had to rescue me after I threw myself out of a window, drag me out of fights and, erm…” I trailed off, and in response to Dan’s raised eyebrow, said “Well, you’ve had to rescue me from myself A LOT over the last three days!” defensively.
“Roxanne, of course I have to save you from yourself, otherwise who would be left to create more chaos for us?”
I smiled. “Well, you barely knew me before now. It’s like…” I leant forward, trying to find those words. Gah, so evasive! Why was it that I could blabber for England normally, with extra ramblings on the side, but when I really needed them, words failed me?
I took a deep breath and tried again. “Well, you have only really seen me at my very highest and lowest. Not really as normal… although being either pretty hyper or very angry is normal for me. But other people normal, you know? Unless it’s my family… and then we’re all pretty weird, but then, Weasleys are just weird, so –“
Dan cut me off with a funny smile, and one word. “Rambling.”
“Thanks. I do need to be told when to stop sometimes”.
“Just trying to help!” Dan said. Then we sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes.
I had a question to ask Dan, but I didn’t want it to sound odd.
It shouldn’t be though, I reasoned, because Dan knew I had forgotten everything. So I went ahead and asked anyway – because if you’re not sure whether to speak or not, blurt it anyway!
“Whappenedoerlasthreears?” I asked breathlessly, kind of eager. But obviously too eager – it sounded like I had suddenly unstuck my tongue. Dan laughed, and I slowly said “What has happened over the last three years?”
He gave an extra end chuckle at my question. I wasn’t quite sure what was so funny, though, and must have looked seriously bewildered because Dan said “THAT is the question you have been debating for the last few minutes?”
I nodded, unsure of where this was going.
“Well, you were obviously concentrating on something internally! But I didn’t think it would be that silly a question!”
“In what way is that a silly question!” I asked crossly, going red and sitting up.
Dan put his hands up, and easy-tigered me. “I don’t know… I just thought you would be having an internal battle over your family or something…” He saw my closed face. “Or, you know something deep and psychological, you know? Not all the petty goings-on of Hogwarts!”
I tried not to snap at him. “Well, this was the first time I had managed to forget my family in days, you know. But they are here again now. And please remember that the last thing I knew about Hogwarts was that Slytherin were beating Ravenclaw in the house quidditch rounds. So excuse me for asking!” I folded my arms, and sat back looking in the opposite direction.
“Roxanne?” Dan asked softly. I stayed frozen, and he sighed quietly and moved closer to me, so that our knees were touching. “I’m sorry,” he said earnestly. “I just find Hogwarts so superficial sometimes, you know? Well, just the surface gossip, not the interesting parts. And I think I’m just taking for granted some of the stuff that I know, that was huge ages ago, but is normal now. Sorry.”
Grinning suddenly, I turned around fast, so that Dan had to pull back quickly so that I didn’t head-butt him. “Chill,” I said. “I just want to be up-to-date, that’s all. Because I have less than no idea!”
Laughing, Dan said “Well I’ll start with quidditch, because that is what comes first for Weasleys, I have observed”, here he bowed, “apart from food of course!”
I did chuckle at that. It was too true. “Yes, I really want to know! Spill the beans!”
Twenty minutes later, I knew an awful lot about the quidditch scores and who was dating who. Of course, the minute Dan started talking about the more important stuff, such as pranks I was involved in, and he was offering to help me with the ridiculously overflowing and hard WWW order system, my idiot family crashed in.
Of course I loved them really, but there was no getting around the fact that Weasleys are all idiots.
My amazing, lovely-jubbly family!
It was SO GOOD to see them all again, everyone at once, just like all during the six weeks spent at The Burrow with each other all summer.
Of course, families left to go on a week or so away to a different country if they wanted to, but mostly everyone spent time in The Burrow.
It was quite a squash, but it had got to be pretty fun, however many sofas we had to leap over to get to the table. Summer holidays were the best times. Day after day was spent running wild in the countryside within the five mile vicinity, in cut-offs and old t-shirts that didn’t get washed all summer. You formed different alliances and played different pranks and got into different amounts of trouble under the sun, in the forest, in the river three miles away, in the abundant fields, in the Scamanders’ freaky tower.
Summer was a time for becoming a giant band of warriors and brigands, taking each day as it came and as an opportunity. You learnt so much about your cousins at the time, and it formed unbreakable bonds between you that, although partially forgotten at Hogwarts, were never entirely dropped.
You never had preferences with whom to ally yourself with – all previous friendships were forgotten in large pranks, although you could not hang out with the Lower Half and that was fine during Peace Days – it worked vice versa too.
Even at night, we had fantastic times. Most nights, we sneaked into different people’s rooms (if we were inside at all), and every night was like a giant slumber party. It was tradition that after a Great War (once a week, involving every last member of our generation), we all spent the night together… having a party, or doing a weird tribal ritual, or all just camping out under the stars.
So when all my cousins burst into the common room, I felt a slight wrench in my gut at those missing. However, I didn’t have long to dwell on this before James promptly came and sat on my lap heavily.
“James!” I exclaimed, in a muffled voice unfortunately. “What ARE you doing? Get off, oaf!” And I promptly shoved him off as hard as I could.
James stood up, brushed himself off, and said to Dan, “Don’t you dare get cosy with my cousin!”
“James,” I rolled my eyes, “we are FRIENDS, ok? Since he saved me from the stupid demon pine cones, we have been! And calm down, I’ll ‘get cosy’ with whoever I like!” James scowled.
Everyone had promptly gathered around the couch, in various dragged-up sofas and chairs. Looking around at the sea of faces, I couldn’t help remembering the roomies and allies, all the best incidents and the worst punishments.
Ah, yes… the adults had never permitted the boys and girls to have rooms together, because of ‘difficulties’, as they put it, although I strongly suspected (probably used to know, but not any more) that Fred, Molly, Dom and James had managed to get around that the last couple of years, by moving in with each other anyway. They were the best of friends, and as they basically all shared each others’ stuff, it wasn’t practical any other way; this way they could communicate, at least. They had all been in the same room night after night anyway, but last year had kept all their things together.
It always was Victoire, Molly and Dominique; Teddy, Fred and James; me and Rose; Albus, Louis and Hugo; Lily and Lucy. Sometimes, Rose and I had kept our stuff with Lily and Lucy, sometimes not. It depended on how highly we viewed them that year (which annoyed them no end).
So these arrangements all meant that… Vic must have been allowed to stay with Teddy at last. FINALLY. She had been begging for years, because she came back for it all each summer faithfully, with Teddy (who was always here in his own right), and although they had a flat together now she was out of Hogwarts blah blah blah, the parents would have been really against it, right? That was always the way.
But it would have worked well for both parties (Tedoire and the Fun Four), so I suspected also that they hadn’t told the adults about it until permanent sticking charms had been placed on all six suitcases (or jacket pockets in James’ case. He needed nothing).
What a hell of a shouting match THAT must have been…
I wanted my memory back so badly right now - to remember my amazing family and our last three summers. They would have been the best ones, as we all got older. I had flashes; Vic in warpaint, James skydiving, Molly freaking out over an unsurfaced Lucy… but it was nothing compared to 18 weeks’ worth of memories.
And the missing faces only refreshed that. Vic, Teddy, Fred, Dom… none were to be seen. Of course.
Then Albus stood up to talk and get everyone to shut up.
“Hello, Weasleys! Thanks for joining me here – ow! Ok, Rose and I here today as a Weasley Party to refresh Roxanne’s memory! The usual precautions have been taken: only the one ‘enemy’ of Roxanne’s not invited. Everyone else strictly neutral. No giving the password to friends in your house, for those not in Gryffindor. Locked the Gryffindor portrait hole and a note with the Fat Lady as usual… thanks again everyone for getting here on time or you wouldn’t have been able to get in, because of the locking charm I earlier placed on it - if you hadn’t gotten here before lessons ended!”
There was a titter here, but we had a feeling that the teachers must know whenever a Weasley Family Meeting was held, because why would all… however many of us disappear out of lessons early?
“Thankyou also to Scorpius, Lorcan and Lysander, who are all now officially half-Weasley, after our initiation since the last meeting. They will receive all Weasley memos too, now. Dan, if you want, you can be initiated at some point too?”
Dan nodded enthusiastically. It WAS pretty cool, and at the minute, being a Weasley seemed a bit like being in a special club. I had always seen it that way anyway, really, but sometimes it did seem a bit claustrophobic. Just occasionally.
This wasn’t one of those rare times, though. People drifted over to the couch in ones and twos to talk about different things that had happened, and just generally laugh about it. It was quite a cool family meeting, although slightly overwhelming to know that you were the cause for all of it.
First up were Al and Rose, both beaming at me. Rose was displaying her Happy-it-all-worked-out side and not the more frequently seen angry-at-you-because-you-shouldn’t-be-doing-that side, which was good. She was jabbering away about how everyone had come and we’d have it all back in no time! She then had to go sort out Lily from pulling Louis’ hair out, leaving me with Al.
Al is less arrogant, less I’m-so-cool and more bookish than James, and we talked a bit about initiation of Weasleys in general. Apparently, Scorpius had arrived with us a few years ago, Teddy had been initiated almost the minute his parents died at a few months’ old, and the Scamanders had been hanging around since we were tiny, but only properly announced last year. Dan would be allowed to come into us if he ‘displayed strong loyalty and unfailing traits’ over the next three months or so.
Bah, I knew that Dan would no sooner NOT do those things than offer himself up to the giant squid as a new companion for life. But I knew that Al always wanted proof, and never rushed into these things, so I left it at that, secretly hoping to see him this summer with us (because you stay at The Burrow or the Scamander’s Tower once you are a Weasley).
Then it was James and Molly. I was hoping it wouldn’t be awkward, as they should probably both be supporting Dom (especially as my brother was now gone), but it wasn’t an embarrassing meeting at all. It was just sad.
When Molly sat down on the pouffe in front of me, all folded in on herself, I only saw the pain in her that I felt too. Instinctively, I just reached across and hugged her, and she hugged me back hard. We clung together for moments, and in that hug I was kind of connected with Molly. She felt awful for having her family torn apart and having to play a part in it, hating that she had to choose a team. She was all cut up about missing Fred too, and the fact that her and James were almost just those two now that Dom was all hated-up on me. Molly hated the remaining Fun Three were all drifting and downcast now that the glue had gone… because Fred had always been the joker, the smooth-it-over guy, the funny-with-no-strings-attached guy. He had been that way for me too, and we knew in each other for that minute the others’ pain.
James was not doing much better – he felt the loss of his best guy friend in the girls’ emotionalness, and tried to cover it up still. But he only ended up being flat.
We ended up talking for just a couple of minutes, because it was kind of hard when it felt so forced and false. Spontaneity had always been their thing, so this was especially hard.
Then the Scamanders stopped by to say hi. They didn’t have much to say about the squid thing, but I got the feeling that they had agreed not to talk about it, because they kept looking at each other, and then away again. They had always been awful at lying, too.
I just couldn’t get it out of them – they answered a question with one of their own. It was so frustrating.
However, at least their presence drew Louis and Lucy over. Both of them were really quiet, and generally are, but I had to seriously question them before I could get anything out of them!
“Hey, how are you guys doing?”
“Has anything at all really happened to you guys in the last 31 months?”
“Are you doing anything at the minute?”
“Just boggarts in Defence. Louis’ is a vampire!”
… and so on. Lucy answered, but mostly in monosyllables. Louis stood behind her, head hanging and fidgeting around. I was trying incredibly hard to be patient, but it was really hard. Spit it out already!
I eventually had to address Louis directly, and get to the point, or we would have died before we reached anything near the topic.
“Louis, I am not going to lash out at you because of your sister, ok? My mood is more controlled right now!” I joked, but he wouldn’t even smile or look at me.
Tricky bugger. Lucy rolled her eyes at him and elbowed him, but he just looked furtively around until the Scamanders called him over for something, and he was released.
By this point, I was feeling pretty confused over everyone and trying to mentally file all the information about my rellies. AND I still had some left, as well as a ‘communal chat – like circle time!’ as Rose had so enthusiastically put it.
As I said before, at least she was in her enthusiastic mood, or I would surely have had all my cousins scared off by now in case Rose didn’t think they’d given enough detail.
So I kind of went and sat in the cupboard under the stairs.
I really needed a drink and some time out in peace and quiet for a minute. I couldn’t be long, or there would be a panic and people assuming I had leapt out of a window (again), and then Al would do his famous person-summoning charm (that he himself invented – a special version of Accio that nobody can do half as well as him) and I would be pulled straight through the stone of the stairs and come out the other side minus my brain.
Because that is typical cousinly behaviour.
And I was deep-breathing and focusing on that pale colour behind my eyelids and trying to not think about anything except the sound of the sea, when I had a really weird image pulled up behind my eyelids, probably triggered by my conversation with the Scamanders combined with the water-sounds I was imagining.
I had the weirdest image of the squid, and the lake, and Dom. I don’t really know what it was, but I was trying to save, but also hurt, Dom… and I was all-powerful for a moment, but nobody could know… and I slid into the water mentally (?) for a second, and…
Whoa, that wasn’t true. It couldn’t be.
Ah, frick. Edited memories again… like with that basilisk-jungle dream: the basilisk was real, but not me and Fred trapped in our beds in a jungle.
Just my stupid, daydreaming head AGAIN.
But still, my two minute rest was much needed. I still had Scorpius, Lily, Hugo, and the whole memory-recall-circle to deal with first. I wasn’t feeling very up to it right now, but there was dinner on the side, so maybe I could deal after some Yorkshire puddings or something…
I ramble lots when I am tired.
Lily had been and gone when I realised that I needed to re-engage my brain. There hadn’t really been anything new, just plans for new campaigns. It was starting to get a little wearisome already, because I had no idea why me and Dom were so angry at each other, and not much inclination to carry on risking so much for some petty argument.
Not that I didn’t think she wasn’t a bitch… but she must have had reasons, right?
For starting those fights, I mean. What could she have said to me that made my blood boil so, and set bludgers upon her? Had anyone heard? Wait… what did those notes –
Lily appeared, dragging the scowling blonde boy himself behind her.
“He hasn’t been to see you yet, and Rose was getting angry.” Lily thrust him at me and ran off.
“Thanks for the other day.” I said tentatively.
“No problem” he said, gruffly. This was gonna be hard.
“Look… um, Albus said something that… I don’t know… um, yeah, you know, mine and Dom’s fight? The first one, on the quidditch pitch?” His face told me he knew exactly where this was going. “Well… nobody knows what, erm, persuaded Dom to act that way. Do you… erm…” he was seriously not making this easy for me. “Did you hear us at the time-out?” I asked desperately.
Scorpius made a face, a kind of grimace. He hadn’t wanted this to be brought up, but… TOUGH LUCK BUDDY.
I NEED MY LIFE BACK, OVER HERE!
He screwed up his face and said “Well, I didn’t mean to… I mean, I was just walking over to see how badly everyone was injured, and then you two came on spitting and hissing stuff at each other! I mean, it was mostly Dom, but you were retorting, and then she leant in extra close and said this one thing, and you went ghostly white and looked about ready to kill her when time-in was called…” he frowned apologetically, but awkwardly.
I sighed in frustration.
“Scorp, I have been here for over an hour listening to OTHER PEOPLE tell me about MY LIFE. Give me something to WORK with! Thankyou for the description, and I realise you were not a scheming eavesdropper, but DO NOT LET IT LIE THERE, for the love of Merlin!”
Scorpius checked around us before replying. “Only Albus knows I know, ok? But he’s been trying to hear what few words I did catch out of me for months! I won’t tell him though.” Seeing my look, he hurriedly carried on. “Don’t blame me, ok? Don’t shoot the messenger and all that.” He held his hands up in the air.
“It sounded to me, like it involved… Fred, largely. I didn’t understand what they were saying and didn’t really hear much. And then stuff about you and your friends, and Aidrian and some of his tosser mates, ok?”
Something jerked inside me. But I didn’t get it, or understand at all. What had Dominique known?
Quickly, I excused myself so that I could try to determine what the problem was. I didn’t know what to do… I was alone in trying to pick up this piece.
I was hiding in a corner momentarily when Hugo crept past, obviously trying to go unnoticed. This in itself struck me as odd, until I realised he was now the only person who I hadn’t spoken to… and he was avoiding me.
“Oi, Hugh!” I hissed. He looked around, worry on his face, until I stepped forwards a bit, frowning. His face dropped and looked plain guilty. Unfortunately, I was getting a déjà vu sense of things here… what did Hugo have to tell me, that was as important as Scorpius’s?
“Look here, buddy. What do you know that you aren’t telling me?”
He looked momentarily surprised, then conceding and anxious. “What – how did you know? I mean, I don’t know anything.”
“Sure you don’t. And Rose is about to adopt a family of flying pigs to create a little farm and rehab centre for them in the forbidden forest. You’re a crap liar, Hugo. Spit it out.” I growled.
He screwed up his face unwillingly, but pulled me further into the corner so we were more out of sight. “It’s… well, you guys never knew in real life – I mean, like, before now, your accident… But I was out in the grounds once -” he shifted from foot to foot. Obviously whatever he was doing was not unagainst Hogwarts school rules “ – and I just saw… Fred.” I felt like the pit of my stomach had fallen out.
Not Fred. No, no, NO. This was not good… it was bad, very, very bad, whatever it was… I didn’t really know what it was that I was about to be told, but it was BIG.
I was standing with my eyes really wide, and I was frozen, but Hugo didn’t notice. He carried on prattling away like a merry little house elf… actually, carried on muttering like the slouching punk cousin he is.
“He was… I don’t know… on the ground and kind of shaking and muttering, and then whining… he seemed to be talking to these things on the edge of the clearing, in the Forest, you know… but, I don’t know! It was really scary and I didn’t know what to do!” Hugo looked up at me beseechingly.
“When was this?” I asked flatly. It came out icy, like I could stab someone with an icicle any minute (cool).
Hugo thought for a moment. “About a week or two into September. I think.”
FRICK. Hugo couldn’t know, could he?!
He already did, partly…
I didn’t know why I was so irrationally scared, but I knew I should know. This was BIG, probably one of the biggest things I’d learnt so far.
I didn’t know it was I had to conceal, but this was surely the reason he had run away, because he had run away a week later!
Before I knew what I had done, I had slammed Hugo up against the wall, and was hissing at him: “Do not tell anyone about this ever. You will not say a word that we even talked, or I will make sure you lose sight of day and never gain it. You will only mention it when I do first. It will be our secret. GEDDIT, PUNK?”
He nodded, pretty terrified. I did have him pinned up against the wall.
I had him pinned up against the wall?!
I stepped backwards, kind of freaked out at what I had done. I hadn’t meant it, honest! “I’m sorry, Hugh!” I gasped, hand over mouth. “I don’t know what happened there!” Then my eyes darkened. “But everything I said still applies, ok?”
He nodded, at ease again, and ambled off.
I glanced around the room. Everyone was talking at the moment, except for Lily, who was muttering spells over some posters and muttering and twitching her wand, probably so that they would tap-dance in front of people who passed them.
Instead, I headed upstairs without giving them a backwards glance. Nobody noticed as I stealthily crept there, or as I sneaked up without making a sound, all cat-like.
I was heading straight for my bed so I could try to work this thing out!
Roxanne’s Memory Book
All the Scamanders would say about the squid incident was that:
· We had gone out to duel on the pier, after I suggested it. It took a while to get out there, and everyone had followed us (although nobody seems to be able to properly remember this now).
· We couldn’t really get the words out for the hexes and jinxes for the duel, but then I accidentally poked Dom in the eye with my wand.
· Dom then got cross and managed to scar me across my face with her wand.
· I got cross and pushed Dom into the water, and she disappeared. (I seemed to disappear for a few moments in the panic. This is probably where the giant secret is!).
· After only a few ripples broke the surface, the Scamanders jumped in to save Dom, and dragged her out a few moments later, spluttering.
· I checked if she was ok, but she just hexed me. WAR OFFICIALLY BEGUN!
WHAT is it that the Scamanders aren’t telling me? I want to know SO BADLY, especially as it is MY life, but I don’t think I should force a third confession out quite yet.
*A/N: Sooo, what did you guys think of that? LOADS in there… including some more clues! Hope you are somewhat satisfied with news of Fred… because it’s been killing me too ;)
Also, I hope the fact that it was double normal length was satisfactory! I prefer to go with short and sweet chapters generally, because I find it easier to split up and plan, but this seemed to work ok. Shall I go for longer ones in the future, y/n?
Oh, and I’m sorry it took me this long to get the next chapter out. I’ve had it written for yonks, but had to go through and edit and it took forever considering I had The Left-Behinds and Pepper Grass on the go too!
Please tell me what you thought! I really need feedback here J
Chapter 12 – Normal (or not)
Today, Wednesday, was going to be a normal day. The most normal day anyone could ever have. It was going to be more normal than Mr. Normal’s, the president of Normaltown, most normal day in all the long history-books of normalness.
That is what I promised myself, lying in bed until my alarm went off at 7.22. I was going to make it as bloody normal and BORING as it could possibly be. In fact, with any luck, this normalness would carry on all week, if all went to plan.
I was through with emotional, disastrous, hospital-wing-ridden days. I was not going to injure myself in some crazy feat. I was not going to ask any more about my abnormal life up to this point, and I most certainly was not going to do anything that Lily had planned for today.
Otherwise, today would be ridiculously far from normal.
Instead, I shut off my alarm at the normal time. I got up and brushed my teeth the normal way, and searched for my normal robes. I put on my robes in the normal order and made my bed (which was not normal, but I would make it just so from now on. Then it would be normal), and I did my hair and my make-up in the exact normal way for me, and packed up my normal books in my normal bag for my normal lessons.
Of course, I should have known that this normal thing was going too well. Everything was going to plan so far, you see, and something tiny should have gone wrong by now.
Alas, no. Instead, when I came striding confidently and purposefully out of the girls’ dorms’ stairwell, it was a pretty abnormal scene.
The Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes order boxes had been so full to bursting, they had exploded and sent hundreds of purple, orange and blue forms cascading off the smoking remains of the ex-bookcase and onto the floor of the common room.
There were a few students from the lower years who were helping Lily and Hugo to tidy it up, but it was quite pitiful. I bit my lip and quickly levitated them to the cupboard under the stairs, to be stored there until later, until I realised I had no idea how I had done it.
Fortunately, it was nice normal solution.
The little helpers looked up in surprise when all their forms zoomed away from them into a small space under the stairs, but relaxed when it was me, and not James or Albus Potter – if it HAD been them, they would have had to quickly right it all again because someone was about to become prey to a new, stupid prank.
The Potter brothers didn’t do new, clever pranks like Rose and I (and Al if he was with us, but not if he was by himself), or Isabella and I, or all four of us fifth-year Gryffies did. They did Peeves-like pranks; dunking ink over people’s heads, hiding people’s things and watching them search for it, blowing up innocent classrooms, that kind of thing.
I and my associates did clever pranks, like charmed mistletoe, dance spells in the Great Hall at dinnertime, blindfolds appearing over people who said a specific word. They took a lot longer to work out, and there were a lot less of them, but they were a thousand times more magnificent than the Potters’, or the Fun Fours’ (unless Fred was involved. He was also Master Pranker, like me), and a lot better remembered.
It was now 8.02, and I headed downstairs two minutes late to meet my normal (ok, really freaky) friends at the Gryffindor table. I was looking forwards to their company, in a normal environment, and not from a hospital bed.
Everything was ok, actually – I didn’t even sink into the trip stair on the third floor, which I normally did.
In fact, I was feeling pretty optimistic as I reached the Gryffindor table. Life was good!
“Howdy! Haven’t you noticed what a tip-top, rootin’-tootin’, sunny day this is going to be?!” I exclaimed. My cousins just looked at me, and carried on talking.
I sat down and looked around, but all my roomies were too lazy to be up yet. It was just me and the Crazy Gang.
Albus came over and sat down beside Rose and James, who promptly punched his brother. Scorpius came over too, and winked at Rose as he sat down. Unfortunately, Rose didn’t seem to be in quite the mood for it.
“You bloody pig, James Sirius Potter! This has ruined EVERYTHING. I don’t care what you think! I cannot BELIEVE you!” she stormed, angrily pointing her wand at him and chewing toast whilst simultaneously answering Potions questions for homework (still looking intimidating). This is what I love about Rose – her ability to calmly multi-task.
“Oh, hi Scorp” she flashed him a smile.
Oh yeah; and her moodswings.
Al rolled his eyes at me and whispered, “He spiked her Sleakeezy, and Rose is claiming her hair will never live it down.”
I dubiously eyed her frizzed-up head. It did admittedly look like someone had just plugged her with a live wire, but fortunately, Rose seemed to have forgotten this temporarily as she chatted to a charmed Scorpius Malfoy. Personally, I had nothing against the guy, but he seemed a little… dry yet slimy for my taste.
Anyway, he and Rose were obviously very much into each other. It would be plain wrong to split them up, if I HAD wanted to, which I don’t… ugh, this is plain wrong.
However, looking up and down the Gryffindor table (mostly empty because of the earliness of the hour), I couldn’t help noticing that it was almost entirely Weasley populated and that, lovely as we are, many of us aren’t in fact Gryffindors – only the better ones are! Haha, sure.
BANG! A plate dropped behind me made me jump a foot in the air and spill the full jug of orange juice down myself.
Argh, I’m sorry Salazar – I was only kidding! Al and Rose are the best people I know and half of them is a Slytherin, a very good one at that! In fact, he has got to be the nicest Slytherin ever! Apart from yourself, but you aren’t really a ‘nice’ person, just like you can’t really call a cute’n’cuddly teddy bear Hitler without someone wanting to rip off its’ head.
Anyway, I’m sure you would at least look nicer if you shaved off that horrific beard. Things could LIVE in there, from Uncle Harry’s description anyways – of what the giant Salazar in the Chamber of Secrets looked like.
Whoa, I wonder if –
“Al, can you get into the Chamber of Secrets?” I blurted out. Al raised an eyebrow at me in disbelief.
“I’m sorry, what? Just because my Dad had the Parseltongue thing lodged in him along with Voldemort’s soul, and I am a Slytherin (only just, anyways), does not mean I can open the Chamber of Secrets!”
I cringed because surely he would start shouting now. Instead, he raised his eyebrows at my defensive stance and his face simply said ‘what’?
“Uh… aren’t you gonna get mad at me?” I asked, confused by now. This may seem odd, but believe me, I have been on the end of James’ burning spell one too many times for this.
“Why should I be?”
“I just accidentally insulted you!” I burst out. “After all, a Weasley short temper goes along with the red hair and freckles, high competetiveness, and a love of food, sleep, pranks and sarcasm. Nearly all of us have nearly all of these traits!”
Al laughed. “Yeah, well, I’m not the hot-tempered Lily or James or Fred or Hugo! I am a Slytherin for a reason, and kinda proud. Black sheep and all that, yeah?”
I laughed with him and high-fived him across the table, careful not to knock the apple juice over too.
Al was so cool. Not in the everybody-loves-me way that James was, surrounded by girls, but in his own quiet way. He and James were so different, yet so alike. James was like an open book; he let everyone in, wore his heart on his sleeve and was always doing risky (stupid) things without thinking about the consequences. Al, however, was a lot more bookish and quiet. While girls surrounded James, Al just had a few friends, like Scorpius, Rose and I. He was more clever, and more hard-working than James, always thinking about the future and strategy.
But they could both get seriously angry at each other when they wanted to – usually over a prank or quidditch. After all, wasn’t that mostly what we argued about?
I looked to my left again, but all I saw was James hacking away at the table with a knife. Dangerous boy. On the right, you could practically see the wall around Rose and Scorpius, they were that oblivious. Carefully, I raised my hand to cover my mouth and caught Al’s eye, mouthing ‘what’s happening with them?’ to him, eyeing sickly Rosius next to me.
“Nothing, apparently they don’t like each other” Al said in a perfectly normal tone of voice, but at my cringing look, said “Oh, chill out Roxie! They wouldn’t notice if a troll came in and smashed the Great Hall around them. We’ve done this before, but they deny they even like each other. Like I said, oblivious.” He rolled his eyes.
I whispered, “So they’re not even going out? Seriously, that is ridiculous! They are MADE for each other!”
Albus nodded, slightly disgruntled. Then, looking around furtively, he leaned in and whispered to me this time. I was trying really hard not to crack up, because his breath was tickling my ear, and I have learnt the hard way that this is NOT a good thing to do when you’re being told a secret.
I don’t think Teddy Lupin, Louis, Victoire and Dominique will ever willingly play Chinese Whispers with me again, to be honest.
In fact, I barely took in what Al said, but when I did, it took a few moments to process, before I sat up and looked at him with wide eyes.
“Albus Severus Potter, that is the best idea ever!” He reached over to high-five me again, but I stopped him with a raised hand. “However…” he groaned, “I will only do it if this normalcy proves too monotonous, ok?”
He looked about to protest, but I carried on, saying “Look, I don’t really DO normalcy, Al. You should know that by now. With any luck, Project… L will be underway within the next few hours, yeah?”
Albus rolled his emerald eyes good-naturedly. “Honestly, Roxie, you were never this boring before! Has that bludger knocked out all your humour as well as brains?” He winked.
I started to hotly protest that I needed to prove to McGonagall that there had been ONE day since I ‘woke up’ that I hadn’t caused major damage and needed the free nights (as opposed to those spent in detention) for this new project, but instead was cut off mid-sentence by Al’s horrified face.
“Uh, Al? Am I about to discover exactly why we dine this early, or is that just because we like to finish off the food before everyone arrives like I origina – OOF!”
Al lunged across me and hit Rose in the arm, but she barely noticed him, until he shouted her name pretty loudly. Scowling, Rose turned to Al, only to have her eyes widen too.
I would like to say that I had been wrong in my guess, and that my eyes widened too at someone else’s problem; but as I was winded on the floor, having been knocked off the bench, I only felt the tremors and shrieks of the owl post as they arrived… and deposited their post.
WHY was it always ME?
Fortunately, I am assured that this is a very regular occurrence and very normal. Because, you know, I will enjoy having fifty letters tipped over my head if I stated earlier that I wanted normal and this is normal.
Apparently, we (the Weasleys) try to finish breakfast before the post arrives, so that we can watch the owls chase us all around school all day, and not have to lug a large amount of letters up the stairs again every day.
This is all because of Dad’s shop, apparently, and some project. It wasn’t really important when you had four Howlers, two for me, one for Fred (me) and one for Lily and James. The last one was from Aunt Ginny and arrived a moment after the others did (with regular post. They had done a stupid prank McGonagall had written home about) – not redirected from the Diagon Alley shop.
This leads me to believe that Dad did something stupid with redirecting unsent letters to his nearest relations, and got the whole Weasley/Potter Hogwarts generation involved… Lee Jordan must be having SO much work to do now that all the orders are coming HIS way (not us, because we’re, you know, stuck in the middle of Scotland and might be able to run to Harrod’s whenever we feel like it) so he probably didn’t bother adjusting it. Idiot.
Actually, he’s more of a nutter than an idiot. Him and Alicia, Mum’s old teammate, are recently married, after working in Dad’s shop together for years. They call it good luck to have been brought together by destiny. We all call it FINALLY.
But having no idea what to do when this many letters are tipped over your head, Albus, Rose and Scorpius quickly performed what are apparently ‘the usual spells’ to have all the letters removed to one of the multiple Stock Suitcases in my room. Yay.
But after bidding a hasty goodbye to my cousins, and dragging Isabella away from talking to James, I headed off to lessons, thinking about the three things I was now going to have to do:
1) Sort out the postal boxes/exploded order forms.
2) Kill Dom, and
3) Work out a plan for mine and Al’s Great Idea (project L).
Sounds simple enough, doesn’t it? If only…
So all day, I go about my normal lessons, getting special attention from my normal teachers to help me relearn the normal theory and spells that I learnt over the last three years.
Out of everything, I remember Charms pretty well, and Potions too, and have absolutely no problem at all with Care of Magical Creatures (did I even knock out my memories?). Ancient Runes is ok-ish, but things start to go downhill with Herbology. I can’t remember much of Astronomy, and will have to relearn hundreds of star charts, and nearly all my Arithmancy equations have clean gone.
But the worst is Transfiguration, by far (although Arithmancy is not far behind). I never liked transfiguration in the first place and now I have an even greater reason to hate it… besides the fact that Professor Chang is a grumpy old hag who hates me.
I really must do something about her.
But at the end of my exhausting day doing all normal things, with a normal (humungous) pile of homework, I feel absolutely bored out of my skull.
Through dinner, Dan and bookish Harriet help me with our same-homeworks, so I can get some of it done quicker in order to try to catch up. It was all very sedate and normal, especially as we then went up to sort WWW order forms, and in fact, managed to sort them all, before sending them all to Lee to sort out himself, because now that the Hogwarts Correspondent was down, he could do the Hogwarts orders himself. I had enough on my plate.
I saw Hugo only once, and he quickly ducked his head when he saw me first, before hurrying off with an alarmed expression on his voice and with a sign practically over his head saying “Avoid me!”
I am determined to get more out of him, though, even if the leverage should actually be the other way round, considering I blackmailed him and all… but seriously, details.
Next morning, I was just going down to the Gryffindor common room quite early again, when one of my shoes started getting quite warm. Ok, really warm… hot. Ow, bloody hell, really really… FUCKING HELL that’s HOT!
“OW!! Bloody hell, what’s happeneing to my shoe?! LILY!!” I screeched, hopping on one foot and attempting to pull off my shoe with my hands. It was kind of hard though, because wherever I touched it, my hands got burnt, as if the shoe was really hot or something.
Lily appeared, dishevelled, a few moments later at the bottom of staircase. She looked as though she had just fought Voldemort then dragged herself through a bush for a few years before coming down here.
“Uh, wha’ssup Rox?” she groaned, running a hand through her tangle of hair. Evidently, she had left her bed with about as much enthusiasm as one goes to meet a hungry Chimera for breakfast in the early hours of the morning.
Bloody hell, was I a chimera now?
“My foot is being burnt to a crisp because MY SHOE IS BURNING IT AND TURNING BLUE!!! Therefore, it must be to do with Dom, and therefore YOU,” I shouted, more than a little hysterical at this point. I needed a burn potion RIGHT NOW.
Lily screwed up her face, pulled out her wand and muttered an “Augamenti” before turning to leave. I sighed in relief as the jet of cool water fizzled out the fire effect on my shoe, but then realised that I still had no idea why I had had to go through with this in the first place.
“Oi, Lils! What does this mean, then?” I demanded. She rolled her eyes as she paused and turned to me.
“It means that Dom has got a new problem in store for you today. I got the spell and stuff off Mum – she has a grudge against the Weasley-Delacours, and wanted to help. So, be careful today.” She shrugged and walked off up again, and though I tried to get her attention again, she just walked straight on up.
Rose passed Lily on the way down, and raised an eyebrow when she saw still clutching my foot and trying to call her down. Wordlessly, Rose went to a cabinet and brought out some burn lotion, and even almost managed to reign in her giggles at my sighs of relief. Almost.
Nobody – as in Rose, Al, and Edie (who was sitting with us today, as Isabella was talking to some of my other cousins and Harriet was helping some second-years) – was surprised to hear that Dom would be doing something stupid today to me. In fact, Albus cast a Person Detection Charm over me so nonchalantly I would have thought they were bored about the whole thing.
Instead, I demanded, “Isn’t this big news, guys? She could do anything!”
They all shrugged, Edie managing to knock over the bacon at the same time. She eats almost as much as a Weasley, that girl!
Rose said, “she’ll probably try to get you when you’re by yourself, and probably at lunch or break because there’s too many teachers at dinner, and otherwise she can’t really get to you.” I sighed in frustration at this. I had Care of Magical Creatures next, and apart from that, a very very boring day in which to contemplate when Dom’s revenge was to be sprung.
Yet it turned out that I didn’t have very long to wait. I was heading down to Hagrid’s Hut with Dan, and we started our work with Hippogriffs. In fact, Hagrid was still explaining their names to us when a host of navy-blue ninjas appeared out of the Forest.
My gosh, could she have made it any more cheesy and laughable? Plus, ninjas were my thing!
Dan and I were just stood there laughing away, along with quite a few others in Hagrid’s class, while Hagrid seemed more than a little confused as to why ninjas had appeared and we had then laughed.
Unfortunately, we didn’t have the last laugh. Dom may have done things a little cheesily, but she was ruthless in her orders.
Before we could open our eyes again, there was a Ninja beside every Gryffindor. Then they all started to try to gain hold of us. A few shot ropes out of their wands and bound us up, but mine tried to do it by force instead.
Out of my peripheral vision, I saw a boy punched in the face, then a great X slashed into his face with someone’s wand. Clutching his face, the boy was dragged to the middle where a few others were already. Panic was ensuing and the animals starting to make lots of noise as time sped up again… I knew what to do.
I ducked at lightning-fast speed under the arm of the Ninja, brought my head up the other side of their arm, hit them hard in the back with my arm and kicked their feet out from underneath them so that they lay on the ground winded, before I Stunned them for good measure.
Of course, all the remaining Ninjas then headed straight for me, the only unbeaten Gryffindor who wasn’t currently fighting. Even Dan was half-captured amidst his horrible punches and kicks.
I couldn’t fight my way out of this one, and I owed it to my classmates not to flee. So I used the only option left open to me when fighting and fleeing are gone: tactics.
Taking a deep breath, I crouched down, before releasing my coiled muscles and leapt.
*A/N: Hey! No Memory Book today, because nothing is coming back right now, and Roxanne isn’t really in the optimum place for dreaming currently. Also, this was originally the first half of a ma-hoo-sive chapter, but I didn’t think anyone wanted 8000 words in one go!
Yep, cliffhanger is leading somewhere… different, and kind of dangerous. Keep on reading!
Next chapter: Who wins the fight, and find out what Al’s Grand Plan is (it’s a good one!).
Chapter 13 – Superwoman!
Taking a deep breath, I crouched down, before releasing my coiled muscles and leapt.
I went really high, and away from all the Spies, unlike what they were expecting. The trees rushed past, like only trees rushing past in your vision can, and I landed hard before twisting round to see where they were.
Facing me now, apparently.
It was their first appearance since I had ‘woken up’, and Dom would be around here somewhere. She wasn’t one to hide behind her warrior’s arms and never enter the fray. I just had to work out where she was, and claim victory – or at least go down fighting. I needed to prove myself, and for that, I needed to know where she was: for that I needed to buy time.
I needed to confuse them… so cause chaos!
However, if I was using tactics (as opposed to fighting, and fleeing, neither of which were options right now), you generally needed time, which as I may have mentioned before, I didn’t have.
Plus, I needed any spare time to find Dom and kick her ass.
And so I used the only option left open to me; improvisation at chaos. And what better to cause it with than the tools left around me? Honestly, Dom couldn’t have picked a much better battleground if she had tried.
As the Spies advanced towards me (woah, that is something I never thought I would have to say), I took a mere fraction of a second to take in my surroundings and possible weapons, just like Uncle Harry had said in his Fight Lessons. He had taught all of us muggle-fighting tactics in case people wanted to capture the children of War Heroes. Molly had had a breakdown at him saying this, but Victoire comforted her by pointing out her Dad wasn’t really a war hero, and Molly wasn’t really worth capturing.
Needless to say, Molly wasn’t all that encouraged by that.
That had been a good summer… because all through a fortnight, Uncle Harry had taught us all how to fight wandlessly, with some help from Kingsley, who was staying at that point. Nobody seemed really bothered that the Minister for Magic was helping us learn to fight, but then again, it takes quite a lot to truly shock the Weasleys.
At the end, we had all gotten into groups of siblings and had a wandless fight, just two families at once. We had all gone by our mothers’ maiden names to make it easier. Of course, Uncle Harry didn’t organise this – Teddy Lupin did. I was just eleven at the time, and pretty nervous about fighting, particularly the Potters and Delacours because they were larger.
But when Fred and I had been back to back, and the whistle went, we were deadly. In sync and vicious, we took down the Auntie Audrey lot within five seconds (although nearly everyone managed them in under a minute – Lucy was an ok-ish fighter, whilst Molly hated violence). We trumped the Delacours too, although they were harder – the girls were also vicious, but not in sync and perfect in accuracy like Fred and I were. The Grangers were hard but not THAT hard, because they were both pretty young, although Rose threw a good punch.
With the Potters, they were all ruthless. But still, when me and Fred had worked out a little strategy I like to call the ‘Hokey-Pokey strategy’, we managed them. We were winners! Nobody could get over it, and we were mock-offended for days. Unfortunately, because we beat everyone, we also got the most blame when the adults found out, for beating up their children, even though we were black and blue ourselves. Dad had never been prouder.
Now, I imagined Fred at my side, twitching his hand and head, eyes darting, and me following every movement with understanding of we were going to do. He didn’t really mean to do it, but I followed in synchronisation.
Together, we would be completing Uncle Harry’s list in our heads together; his list of Fight Tips.
Tip 2: Scout the area to find possible weapons and get a look at your surroundings: Check!
Well, tip 1 was ‘pick your fights – only fight those you can beat and/or get something out of. Fighting should be avoided if possible!’, but that didn’t really apply. It wasn’t really the time for me to start drawing up pros and cons of fighting Dom.
Tip 3: Surprise them by moving position.
I backed up a few steps, crouching to pick up a large stick on the ground. I stepped back again, and they stepped forwards a little until I brandished the stick at them, whipping it around me. My eyes flickered upwards, and I could almost feel Fred breathing next to me.
I ran back two steps, and as they advanced, I hurtled towards them, then stuck the stick in the ground, hard, at the last moment, and swung myself up and around their heads.
The trees blurred past and the sky swept over me, as I flicked my head up and my feet down to land in a crouch on the ground, snarling, and whip the stake up inches from the ground.
The Spies turned around in confusion, but wasted no time in heading in the new direction. Okay, that was WAY too fast for my liking.
I feinted left, then hurtled right as fast as I could, sprinting across the pine needles and pitted dirt at the edge of the Forest. I leapt up onto a stump of wood, and swung myself sideways on a tree branch, using my momentum to swing forwards and collide with the tree, my feet finding precarious holds at the last minute.
The Spies were still running for me, after wheeling around, and I took a deep breath before reaching up and climbing as fast as I could. All the practice during summer had prepared me, and now I scrambled up far faster than I ever had before.
From the treetops, I saw a couple of Spies start climbing too, and others point up at me from the ground. Jeez, they were taking this so seriously! Could they not just let up already?
But no; Dom wanted her prize, and she would have it! She needed to win this, my first remembered battle, to prove that I was actually weak.
But I wasn’t weak – I was strong, stronger, and Fred would tell me so too, if he were here! If he were here…
Argh, I couldn’t think about this now!
Instead, I stuck my head through some of the branches and shot a few jinxes down at them. A couple on the ground toppled over, and one slowly stepped off the tree because of a jellylegs jinx, but they were still coming, and now, spells were flying too.
Where could I go now? I had trapped myself, just as Uncle Harry always said not to!
In that case, what could I use? I gazed around desperately, half-dodging jets of light as they flew at my head.
Use what you have by you… I could hear Fred whisper to me. So what was near me?
Taking a deep breath and a quick prayer to Merlin that I wouldn’t die, I hurled myself out of the treetops and towards the ground, trying to grab onto branches to slow me as I basically freefell towards the ground.
What is it that my cousins bring out in me that always ends in me jumping from ridiculous heights towards the ground in a fit of stupidness?
I hit the ground, and tumbled forwards into a crouch as I landed. I would have been shocked I had survived – for a second time – but I was already sprinting back towards the enclosure next to Hagrid’s hut.
Wasting no time, I span around and cast a wide Protego Totalum reflex shield. It would hold off spells, but not people. I couldn’t do it before because you needed a wide range between yourself, the shield, and the attackers. Now, they were trying to reassemble and come towards me, the guards who had originally been blocking the guarded Gryffindors talking to the students, who were acting perfectly normal about this apart from watching with interest, and Hagrid had gone off in search of a teacher.
The Gryffindors weren’t in very good shape; they were rather battered as they sat, tied and gagged, in a circle in the middle. Some had hexes wearing off on them. Many had black eyes, and cuts across their faces.
I caught Dan’s eye for a mere second before hurdling the fence… and tripping over a rope.
“Oof!” was all I could say, as I lay, winded. Surely I could not be trumped by a rope at this point in the game?
And when I had managed to pull myself up, the next Spy was leaping the fence too, and about five paces away from me.
So, I resorted to a later stage in my Plan.
I smacked the hippogriff next to me, and as it spread its wings, I leaped on.
In hindsight, it was possibly the worst thing I could have done in that situation. It was also the best move I had made so far.
I don’t know why the hippogriff accepted me without my showing any scraps of respect to it – I didn’t even ask it, or mount it first, let alone bow. I had kicked it, and jumped onto its back!
But it seemed ok with me when we were into the air. It seemed to obey my every thought, rather than non-existent action. It was a bit like having Fred as a hippogriff! Okay, forget that.
I loved it.
We circled above, and I used Homonem Revelio with my wand as we skimmed the treetops. But it kept coming up blank, until we went right over Hagrid’s hut, and one Spy leapt off the roof and sprinted after us on the ground. I just knew it was Dom.
Apart from the strawberry blonde hair flying out behind, of course, I could just tell. Kinda…
I only really had a couple of options left now. I could let her run behind me for ages, until I got bored (shooting spells behind as I went). That sounded fun.
I could get Hippy to go higher again and try to figure out a way to beat them from up here. That sounded difficult, and less satisfactory.
Or, I could leap off now, take her by surprise, and hopefully slam her into the ground before binding her and winning. This sounded the best way to get it done; biting the bullet and all that.
Yes, I do know what a bullet is. I am not entirely oblivious to the muggle world, unlike certain cousins I could mention, *cough* James *cough*.
Sighing, I quickly offered up a quick prayer to Merlin, that went something like, Dear Merlin, Please don’t let me die! I will help Al with his Grand Plan if I don’t.
…and then I hurled myself sideways and off the hippogriff.
Whenever people said “Oh, get down off your high hippogriff and do this”, I always thought it meant that they were acting snobbish when they didn’t do it. Now I know they were just being sensible. Honestly, being on a hippogriff is a hundred times better than not being on one.
Especially when you are currently heading straight for your psychopathic cousin’s middle.
I wish my life had flashed before my eyes, but alas, I just got a vague sense of ‘oh crap’. I then proceeded to hit Dom’s stomach straight on (I was going backwards, effectively, and was currently horizontal) and we both collapsed in a groaning heap of limbs on the ground, both too painfully hurt to do anything for a moment.
The Spies started to walk over in confusion, and I then sat up and non-verbally performed a Levicorpus on Dom, whilst trying to breathe again (I was awfully winded and bruised).
Then, while she was shrieking like mad, her face starting to match normal Weasley hair (which only Rose, Hugo, Molly and Lucy properly have any more. The Veela lot are strawberry blonde, and Lily has the Evans red and poker-straight, not orange and frizzy, hair, as well as a lack of freckles). I sat up and quickly muttered a rope-binding spell at her, brought her down, and then, to the obvious disgust of the Spies, levitated Dom right through their midst to the pile of Gryffindors, where everyone was cheering, although they were still bound.
I paused for a moment, and took a time-out. The last few seconds felt so unreal… Surely even I had not hurled myself off a bloody hippogriff?! And then… the end had been so fast, mostly just trying to work through the pain!
But now… I was really here, and people were climbing out of their bonds and we had won the battle.
We had won the battle.
And that’s when it truly sank in. WE HAD WON! I wasn’t weak. I had proved Dom wrong!
“Omigosh… we won!” I clutched at the nearest person (wonderful Isabella, the frizzy blonde roomie) and we jumped up and down, shrieking, together.
YES!! I wasn’t weaker because I couldn’t remember! I was just as strong, and I had come back FIGHTING. I always would!
“WHAT is going on? Oh no. Not AGAIN! Miss Weasley, and Miss Weasley, both of whom I believe are the true culprits of this crime, will you please come with me!”
“So, what happened? How much detention did McGee give you?” Al said, as I flopped down next to him with a sigh in the library. Lessons had ended now, fortunately enough.
I screwed up my nose, but flapped my hand noncommittally. “You know, just a few. Monday to Friday sorting files in her office from seven onwards. With Dom.” Al pulled a face at me sympathetically.
I didn’t even ask how he knew what had happened. The rumour mill had surely worked overtime to get this out to the students of Hogwarts. Anyway, Al would have heard it through a Weasley (honorary or normal) otherwise. Family gossip was never thin on the ground.
“I am presuming you didn’t actually leap on a dragon, tie Dom up with your toes and then fly her to Romania before McGonagall came and insisted you Summon her”, Al commented, flipping through a book. “Because that’s what I heard from one rather silly source of information. Third year Hufflepuff, actually. I find that they are the most prone to stupid rumours.”
I had to agree with him there.
“Yep. I actually heard from James’ fan club on the way here that he had somehow gotten involved, bringing golden eggs and falling head-first into a pumpkin before using some Unforgivables and somehow getting out of this mess,” I shrugged. James’ fan club was one of the most annoying groups of girls I had ever come across. I wasn’t sure whether the younger or older girls were worse; the older ones were all flirty and slutty and silly, practically draped over him whenever they could get near him, and the younger ones took photos and created silly rumours and giggled whenever he walked into a room. I hated all of his Fan Club.
Al sighed. “They’re ridiculous. I don’t know why James lets them carry on!” Al frowned – he had worked hard to get rid of his, eventually having to put shield and disillusionment charms on himself whenever they were near.
I nodded, then proceeded to pull out some of my school books from my bag. We had gotten huge amounts of homework, and although I wasn’t being made to catch up (I wouldn’t understand it), I had to get help to do all the new assignments. I was planning on getting Al to help me this time.
Of course, we had been given a good five assignments just today, because the teachers were piling it on, because of OWLs. I swear that they never talked of anything else any more! It was all OWLs this, OWLs that, we can’t survive without them, blah blah blah.
I was saying this all to Al – he is my resident councillor, to be honest – and he was listening to my complaints when from across the library floated the marvellous dulcet tones of the person I probably wanted to see least right now.
Incidentally, I had already punched Aidrian once this week. “Is he really that desperate for another nose reshaping?” I curiously asked Al, as he sauntered towards us.
Opening his fat gob (he really was that stupid), the freak said “Oh look, the slag’s hov - ”
I didn’t even move my head as I threw my clenched fist sideways, straight into Aidrian’s sickly pretty-boy face. I simply carried on looking down at the complicated Potions chapter in front of me, all focused on the Calming Draughts.
As he gasped and staggered backwards, I took a glance out of the corner of my eye, before smirking and idly turning the page. I commented dismissively to Al, “Alright, but not straight enough. I think I got enough power behind it though,” – this could be fun. Al caught on immediately.
“Yes, it wasn’t your best.”
“I’m glad I got his nose though,” I said viciously. “Cheeks don’t break easily, but they do leave impressive bruises.” Al chuckled.
Adrian was just standing there open-mouthed, with one hand covering his dripping nose. It wasn’t a pretty sight – those poor robes of his were getting covered in scarlet blood. Poor things.
“Uh… what the…?” he started to say, but once again, without looking up, I shot a ForceShield around Al and I without looking up, so that Aidrian was stuck outside of the bubble, unable to come through or even speak, to argue with me.
“Piss off and stay that way,” I said sweetly, before turning the textbook around to ask Al about something completely pointless.
Eventually, the stupid git stopped trying (and failing) to shout obscenities at us and sloped off elsewhere. If we were lucky, it was a dark hole where he could curl up and die leaving us in peace to live our lives.
Unfortunately, I’m not a very lucky person.
And an hour and a half later, I wasn’t feeling quite so euphoric. Three and a half assignments had been completed (I had only read half the potions chapter before giving up) and I was frazzled and exhausted.
Arithmancy equations for metamorphagus bone movement had been completed, with lots of help from library books.
A 3ft transfiguration essay on Summoning Spells had been just about finished, with not an inch to spare. Al had helped me a lot with that one, because I had agreed to plan our ‘Plan L’ with him once my work was done. Therefore, he was helping me work faster so we could get on with it.
When I was halfway through Flitwick’s essay on Cheering Charms, Al and I had been rudely interrupted by Lauren Gibberd slamming a pile of Herbology books, frowning and looking overall murderous.
I brightened, seeing the books. “Oh, I haven’t done that yet. Herbology assignment, I mean. I’m doing it after – “
“Shut. Up,” she growled menacingly. I stuttered to a stop, paling at the sight of her rage (it wasn’t pretty). Believe me, it takes a lot to make Roxanne Weasley go all Malfoy-white.
“I can’t understand you,” she hissed. “First, you try to stay out of trouble by blaming everything on my sister, somehow making her think you actually like her and you’re so great –“ I loved Megan, what did she mean? “ – and now, you’re punching Aidrian for no good reason. I didn’t think you were that low, Weasley.”
“Actually,” I interjected, “he was bad-mouthing me again. You were there last time, Loz –“ she narrowed her eyes at the use of her old nickname,” – and I don’t need to explain that to you… right?” I added uncertainly on the end; if looks were bullets, I would be riddled with holes right now.
“And I do like Megan, you know,” I added defensively. “She’s really sweet, and nice. She trusted me, and didn’t believe the nasty rumours about me; she didn’t blame me before she knew me,” I emphasised on the last phrase. Lauren looked a little guilty before gathering herself together, complete with herbology books, and looked ready to storm off, when I suddenly shouted out “AHA!”
I swung forwards wildly, leaping up and twisting Lauren back around to face me. She looked slightly surprised but disdainful at this no doubt shocking behaviour (ok, maybe not shocking for me because I’m normally like this), but I felt as though I had uncovered a great mystery.
Well, I had, but not one particularly relevant to me.
And it probably wasn’t much of a mystery… or a great one… oh well.
“You,” I said, shaking Lauren, “like Aidrian. A lot. And you’re being all on his side and stuff, and that’s why you’re annoyed at me as well! Apart from the whole prejudiced-against-me-concerning-your-sister thing.” Lauren’s eyes were rapidly turning into slits that could strongly contest Voldemort’s, but I pressed on.
“That’s why you pulled me off him, when he deserved that beating. You came over now to tell me how horrible I was for punching him. And, this is why you were prejudiced against me in the first place – because I was stupid at your party but he asked me out right after it! Oh, it all makes sense now!” I squealed. I was probably way too excited about the whole thing, but I think I deserved a little bit of girlie glee.
Glee… I love that muggle TV programme!
Lauren was slightly flushed, but apart from that the very picture of annoyance. “That’s ridiculous!” was all she said before sweeping off, leaving smudged parchment and a happy me in her wake.
“YES, yes, yes yessss!” I chanted, dancing around the table. Al grinned and raised an eyebrow at me.
“You were right, you know,” he said. “She just won’t admit it to anyone, more fool her. But a bit of a loss for you, ‘cause you were friends earlier and stuff…”
I nodded sadly. “From my memories, we’re practically besties!”
Al gently put his hand over mine and said, “You’re not now, though, Roxie. She wasn’t very nice to you last year, ok? You don’t like each other that much any more… especially after the lake incident.” He looked at me apologetically.
I shrugged, trying to look unhurt. “Whatever.”
We looked down to our respective essays, and worked on them for two minutes in silence, before I had had enough. I threw down my quill and quickly put a drying spell on my parchment before rolling it up, putting it in my bag and throwing my hands up into the air.
“Al, you win.”
“YES! Do you concede defeat?” He asked, grinning widely.
“I do. Gladly,” I smirked.
“Then let Project L, also known as Get Rose and Scorpius Together, begin!”
Roxanne’s Memory Book
I have to admit that the Fight Lessons are definitely all in there, which is good. They will come in handy. Mostly, I remember them quite well – although many of the tactics me and Fred already performed together.
Also, Al told me about why Lauren and I are no longer friends. Apparently, she spread rumours that I was pregnant to the school, resulting in my being ignored for the rest of the year. This was pretty bad, considering it was February at the time. So then, I refused to talk to her etc. and got my revenge through pranks (as you do). I have no idea why I was invited to her Fifteenth, though – surely she was worried I would spike the drinks?
*A/N: Hey! Plenty of drama in this chapter for y’all :) And a new opening… how are Al and Rox gonna get Rose and Scorpius together? Will they manage it?
Actually, next chapter will have another fun side to it, apart from their matchmaking. Read on to find out more! (I promise you’ll like it!)
Chapter 14 – Organising Secret Plans
“Erm, what’s going on?”
“Why are we in here?”
“It’s so bloody DARK!”
“Well ignite your wand-tip then!” I snap. The Weasley clan falls silent somewhat, looking at me and my Cross Face #8 by the light of Rose, Molly and Louis’ wands. Only those three were clever enough to bring light to this stupid room, apparently.
I sighed and turned to answer the next question that wasn’t James Potter’s stupid comment. Anyone would think he didn’t know it was the middle of the night.
“Well, I have called a Weasley clan meeting today – ok, toNIGHT, Lorcan – because I think our lives need spicing up a little… I propose a Challenge.”
My cousins were all whispering at that, clearly interested. I looked at Al and he grinned beside me.
“Why are we meeting now?” little Lucy asked, yawning accidentally, and illustrating her point pretty well.
“Because we all lead busy lives,” I said shortly. She looked slightly confused, so I decided to hurry on.
“Well, I know that we all have pretty busy lives, but sometimes the work people are getting is what is preventing us having a little fun, or in fact having any sort of social life. Well, the obvious answer to that is pranking, right?” I paused, and looked at some of the dubious, excited and nervous faces around me.
“Well duh. We know that, we’re Weasleys. But why are we discussing this? It’s meant to be different,” Dom said, emerging from the back of the huddle. Most cousins and friends looked awkward at her arrival, but I remained pleasant.
I had invited her to this Weasley Clan Conference for a reason.
“I’m just getting to the point,” I said mildly, inclining my head. “I think that we should have a Pranking Competition!”
Immediately, everyone started whispering again, and I smiled. This was going exactly as it was supposed to.
The question started coming at me – “Are we in teams? How’s it judged? How are we doing it?”
I held up a hand for silence.
“There are rules for this competition, and as long as you stick within them you’ll be fine. Al?”
Albus cleared his throat and ceremoniously unrolled a piece of parchment with the rules on them. It looked impressive, but I would have been more impressed if he had not practiced this particular move about fifty times in the library. It was very boring after a while.
“Rule number one: Teams of two or three only. No singles, no more than that. NO exceptions. Oh, and don’t change teams once you’re in them, ok? It’s so annoying otherwise.
Rule number two: Roxanne and I will not be directly involved in your teams.
Rule number three: Teams remain secret. You organize OUTSIDE of this meeting who you are going with, and you come to us to put you down in a team OUTIDE of this meeting too.
Rule number four: Tell us what, when and how your prank went before the deadline – which will be far off, don’t worry!” Protests had come from older cousins until Al assured them it was all ok.
Rule number five: No specific pranking of other teams.”
“Everything else is up to you,” I cut in. “The team will win based on originality, scale, target, successfulness and punishment. Teams decided by the end of the week, ok?”
Everyone nodded and I beamed – phase 1 (the cover-up) of Plan L was underway.
I sneaked along the side of the corridor, trying to be as silent as possible as I came to the broom cupboard I was looking for. It was just twenty minutes after the end of our impromptu meeting, and I had agreed to meet a certain someone here afterwards so that we could discuss the prank we would play. It was the exact reason I had invited her.
I found the edge of the broom cupboard and edged my way in silently, thanking Merlin I hadn’t tripped over a broom on the way in.
Because I am just the epitome of grace and good balance at all times, you see. Especially when I hurl myself out of windows at cousins.
But that’s besides the point.
I hunched over and rubbed my arms to try to keep warm (because seriously, why had I worn a tank top and tiny shorts? It’s January) until the door slid open and my cousin fell right into my arms.
I spat out a mouthful of golden hair and backed into the corner until my back hit the shelves. I managed about half a step.
“Well… hi,” I managed.
“Hi,” Dom said, a little snippishly.
“Erm… well, I just want you to know that I’m not going to discuss our issues in this arrangement. We’re going to put that aside for this… because seriously, who pulls off better pranks than us? We are the official masters,” I said, trying to sound offhand. Truthfully, Dom bloody scares me. I know it wasn’t always like that, though. But now? Nobody does angry like Weasleys.
‘Hell hath no fury like a Weasley woman scorned,’ I believe the saying goes.
She considered this for a moment. “Too true.”
I wanted to grin evilly – because we were going to rock this thing – but tried not to. “So we’ll shake on it?”
She eyed my outstretched hand thoughtfully for a moment. “Why are you participating when you and Al said you’d sit it out?”
“How could I resist? It was my plan all along, to be honest. That’s why I got him to promise.” Well, most of that was true. We actually agreed to not take part because of Project L (Rose and Scorpius deserved our full attention, supposedly).
And just like that, Dom and I were to be (secret) partners in crime for the biggest Weasley prank in the history of all Hogwarts.
We’d probably make it into the next edition of Hogwarts: A History, and be front-page news of The Daily Prophet for weeks. I can see the headlines… “Mad Weasley Girls Take Hogwarts by Storm and… Get Expelled.”
Scratch that plan, then.
“I’ll owl you when we should meet next. In about a week’s time, probably,” Dom said, and walked out of the broom closet, just like that.
I had just formed an alliance with my biggest enemy and who was also my biggest possible asset, who I was fighting with for an unknown reason. I still wanted the answer to that, actually.
Was I scared? Yes. Was I scared, exhilarated, sly, adventure-happy and hyped-up for this shiz? Hell yeah.
I crept slowly up through the corridors, subconsciously avoiding trick stairs and taking passageways, before I had to re-wake the Fat Lady (who was not pleased to be woken up twice within 15 minutes, and we had a bit of an argument before she eventually let me in), and carefully sneak up the creaky staircases to the Fifth Year Girls Dorm.
That still confused me, how far up I had to go.
Wincing, I pushed open the door, and tiptoed across the floor whilst trying to avoid creaks and… YES! I made it to my bed!
I was just easing myself under the covers ever-so-slowly, and trying to grab my hangings in the pitch black, when suddenly, the room was filled with a blinding light.
“Aagh! What the – Ooow… turn them off!” I groaned. I slit my eyes open and peered around the room, to find my friends not quite as asleep as I’d thought them.
Huh. So most of that work was for nothing, then? Great.
Harriet was sitting up in bed, looking all tight-lipped because she probably wanted to tell me off for late-night activities, Edie was propped up and trying not to let her head nod (she wasn’t succeeding) and Isabella was standing at the end of her bed in her ridiculous nightgown with her arms crossed.
She walked slowly towards me, looking more impressive with every step, and I cringed backwards until her face was an inch from mine.
“Spill.” Then she backed away a couple of inches expectantly.
“Uh… I can’t.” At their protests, I carried on hurriedly. “I’d like to! But Albus might kill me! And then where would we be?”
Unfortunately, my logic wasn’t getting to their angry faces.
Except… “Well, that means it’s something to do with her family,” Harriet pointed out, and slid out of bed to stand next to Isabella. Edie jolted upright and started to untangle herself from her sheets slowly, while the other two stared at me calculatingly.
All was silent for several minutes until Isabella said, “She’s got her guilty face on.”
“She does,” Harriet replied.
“So she’s guilty about something to do with her family…”
“No way, really?” I retorted sarcastically. Then I sighed. “Look, I can say that there’s going to be a lot of Weasley-clan-based pranks happening soon, okay? Then with that information you can fill in the gaps!”
Everyone nodded like it was good, so I paused and added, “Can I sleep now? I kind of have a big day tomo - ”
Isabella’s hand came down on my mouth, and I slapped it away. “What?!”
“Yeesh, no need to get so huffy!” she huffed. “I was going to say… now we get to the real goss.”
“Oh yeah?” It’s no wonder I was wary.
Isabella sat down carefully and mischievously grinned. “How do you feel about Dan?”
I groaned while the others giggled. “He’s a great friend! And he’s cute. But that is all.”
“Really?” Isabella sounded disappointed.
“Really really,” I sighed.
The next morning, I stumbled down to breakfast with Isabella dragging me forwards. I hadn’t had much sleep once they’d all got started, and whilst Belly seemed fine with only a few hours’ sleep, it was already taking its toll on me.
On a happier note, my shoes hadn’t burned this morning, so I was in luck at least a little.
When we got down to breakfast, I plonked myself down opposite Al and started to shove copious amounts of toast into my mouth while Isabella walked on down the aisle… and stopped short.
James was sitting with Molly, as per usual, but beside them… was Dom. Needless to say, she was getting plenty of weird looks and the few mad people that weren’t Wotters and were up at this time were staring at her like she was deluded.
Dom never sat at the Gryffindor table.
And normally, even though we had a new Weasley-wide-known Pranking secret, I would have screamed at her. Now, because of our secret, I didn’t.
I realise this wasn’t very consistent with my behaviour towards her, but was kind of fed up of having to meet everyone’s expectations.
Edie dragged herself onto the bench, and watched Isabella restart and walk with her model’s walk down to James. Edie raised an eyebrow, then frowned. “I suppose this new arrangement is to do with the big family secret you basically laid out for us?”
“You told your dorm?!” Rose exclaimed, arriving and sitting opposite Edie.
I sighed. “Not deliberately.”
Edie grinned. “We bugged her until she gave us the clues, confessed some boy stuff, then put all the clues together for us.”
Al rolled his eyes simultaneously with Rose.
“Hey, it’s not my fault!” I protested.
“It really was,” Edie chuckled, spooning scrambled eggs onto her plate and then Rose’s. I huffed in frustration, then turned to Al.
“I’m keeping the list of groups, right?” I didn’t let him answer, but plowed on. “I already have a pair to write up, just so’s you know. You can tell me if you get any more groups before lunch.”
He nodded and sighed, but then Scorpius arrived and slid himself next to Rose with barely a ‘hello’ in our direction.
I smirked. “Hey, Al?”
“I think we should put this Plan into action as soon as possible. Can you do?”
He grinned. “Sure. Edie, you want to help?”
She beamed happily. “I have no idea what this is, but yeah!”
Project L eventually happened that weekend. It was February now, and we were waiting until Scorpius and Rose had a good long evening before we put it all into action.
That, and I had had my detentions to complete… and I had made Al finish my Herbology, Defence, and Ancient Runes homeworks with me before we did it. I still had another three assignments for this weekend, but hoped I could get this all done tomorrow.
It was after dinner, and it was a non-Hogsmeade weekend, because of the Valentine’s Day trip and ball in a couple of weekends’ time. We were hoping that this could all be done in time for then, so that Rose and Scorpius could go together.
Edie, Al and I were situated on a hidden balcony above the hallway where they liked to meet (we had discovered this after a load of questioning on Scorp’s behalf from Al, who was very indignant that his cousin should be lost to his best mate this way). Rose and Scorpius were down on the pranking list together – the only other concrete pairing so far, because in order for my secret plan to work, I had avoided all my other cousins as much as possible.
After all, nobody knew my secret plan… that’s why it was secret.
Edie was wriggling with excitement as we heard their voices faintly at the end of the hallway, and Al and I completely stilled ourselves so as to be silent. I hit Edie to make her stop whispering, then listened hard.
“…maybe a bit too harsh?” Scorpius was saying.
“Nah, they’re my family… although it’s meant to be on the school in general…” Rose said.
Scorpius chuckled. “Your family can be pretty harsh, yeah. Roxanne scares me… so does her brother, with his weird disappearance.”
I punched my arm in the air, then realised what he’d said about Fred, and frowned.
“Roxanne’s great! She’s just a bit confused right now. Although she can be a bit of a ruthless schemer.” I felt like kissing Rose.
“She was scary even before she lost her memory. At first, she did crazy things for a reason. Now, she doesn’t know why she does them… oh look, Butterbeer.”
I heard the clinking of the bottles we’d left there, and silently thanked Merlin for Scorpius’s stupidity in taking them. The bait was hooked, right underneath our hiding place as planned.
There was a glugging, then Rose said, “I have to agree with you there. Although I’m glad Al’s not here to tell me off.”
“I’m glad Al’s not here.” Scorpius suddenly sounded a lot more serious. It sounded like the newly-styled ‘butterbeer’ was working.
“Me too… I want to be here just with you right now,” Rose said suddenly, her tone the same as Malfoy’s.
Too bad they weren’t actually alone. But they didn’t need to know that. Nor did they need to know that the ‘butterbeer’ had been spiked with Veritaserum.
“I only ever want to be here with you. I daydream about it.”
“I want to be with you!” Rose said in a rush. She was getting red, but couldn’t stop. “I love you and I wish you’d ask me to the Valentine’s Day ball and Hogsmeade trip.”
Scorpius cut her off. “I want to ask you out really badly but your family scare me and I don’t want my family to cut me off from you. You’re the best thing in my life!”
Woah there, fella. I glanced around uneasily at Edie and Al, both of whom had horribly wide eyes. I realised that all we’d wanted was a proclamation of love and a snog scene which we could swiftly exit, but hadn’t exactly banked on what the love proclamation said.
Suddenly Scorp made a horrible confession. I clapped my hands over Al’s ears and screwed my eyes shut, hoping never to hear that kind of confession again.
I won’t repeat it. You can guess.
“I’ve been hoping that my family would pick up hints about us and get us together,” Rose said randomly. “But I didn’t think they’d use Truth Potion on us! I knew you could never be brave enough to ask me out, so I tried to show them all instead.”
“You didn’t think I was brave enough?” Scorpius sounded a lot less intoxicated.
He had only had a couple of glugs. Rose had had more.
“I wanted you to be but you never are. But I love that. It’s only because you have a traitorous Death Eater father who’s good for nothing at all, and Uncle Harry saved his life twice but he’s a coward who kept swapping sides and I hated you at first but then Al was your friend and I was upset at Al for being cowardly enough to get into Slytherin and then I was jealous of you for stealing him and then… Fuck.”
Rose had run out of steam, and her eyes were as horribly wide as Scorpius’s were narrow.
“You think I’m a coward?” he spat. I could feel Al shaking in anger beside me, but Edie put a hand on top of his. It didn’t work; he looked about ready to blow.
“I… I didn’t mean it!” Rose tried to back away, but her feet were stuck. Scorpius took another step closer, about a foot away from her now. “And you tried to get your family involved to get us together?!”
“No! I didn’t want this situation! I just wanted you to have a little pressure on you so you could act on your feelings!” Rose shouted back.
“And now what?”
“Now…” Rose breathed, her eyes as slitted as Voldemort’s, “now, we are stuck under enchanted mistletoe. It’s a Wheezes product. The person you’re closest to, you have to snog. Happy?”
Scorpius’s mouth was open unattractively, and Rose was shaking just as much as Al.
I decided now might be the time to save them from Part 2 of our horrible plan. I performed a quick Blindfold Charm on both of them, causing them to shout out loud and crash into each other, before leaping off the 12-foot-high balcony and, wincing, quickly kissed Scorpius on the lips (ugh, ugh, ugh – I feel like a cradle snatcher) before dragging Rose into a broom closet and locking her in before un-blindfold-ing her. Edie was coming down the back way and Al hadn’t moved, so I shoved Scorpius down the corridor, then from behind the door, I removed his blindfold too.
Then I led Albus away while Edie put on her innocent act and went to remove a screaming Rose from the cupboard.
That really wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
24 hours later, nothing better had happened. Al was fuming at Rose because of what she’d said, and they had had a shouting match even before either of them reached the common room; so neither of them were speaking to the other. Al had been so angry that he hadn’t even bothered trying to cover up that it was he and I who had manoeuvred the whole thing, but he at least didn’t forget to leave Edie out of it. So Rose had rounded on me and shouted at me too, and Al had come to breakfast the next morning glaring at Scorpius from the corner of his eye.
I could assume from this that they’d rowed too.
And mine and Al’s relationship was now strained, because we were upset about what we’d inflicted on Rose and Scorpius, and those two certainly weren’t speaking, and both of them were refusing to even look at us.
So when an owl landed in front of me in the common room with a note that read only ‘Divination ladder tomorrow, 5pm,’ it seemed like a little bright ray of sunshine in this whole stupid storm… and it reminded me of what I had to do.
The Secret Plan needed to be put into action. And for that… well, I needed to target each of the separate groups, didn’t I?
Roxanne’s Memory Book
The groups for the Pranking Competition are as follows:
- Rose and Scorpius (except probably not anymore)
- Dom and Rox
- Lucy and Lorcan
- James and Lily
- Lysander and Louis
- Hugo and Molly (whoa, that’s an odd pairing)
But if I have my way… well, maybe these won’t all stay the same.
*A/N: Hey there! I know, big changes, right? Sorry there’s been zilch info on any of the more freaky stuff. I solemnly swear to include more next chapter.
So this is the chapter I was halfway through when I put the story on hiatus. I hope it’s picked back up again ok – there are a load of loose ends I need to tie up eventually, and plenty of plot points I need to stick to that is proving super-hard. But I think I’m managing ok.
Feel free to point out any mistakes in a review… or anything in a review, really.
Chapter 15: Now Panic and Freak Out
First, I targeted Lorcan and Lucy. I reckoned they were the easiest targets to start off with.
So after dinner that Sunday, I chased Lucy down.
“Why do you want to talk to me?” she asked, looking scared. I rolled my eyes.
“I just wanted to ask if I could be a part of yours and Lorcan’s prank! I’d really like to join in with you,” I said, doing my most Bambi-eyed look I could manage.
I know, I know… it only comes out for persuasive occasions. My most close family members know this, but not Lucy.
“Well, yes… of course. But why aren’t you sticking to the rules?” she asked worriedly. I resisted the urge to sigh. My little cousin could be very Hufflepuff-y sometimes.
“I want to have a bit of fun and get to know you again, Luce!” I said, injecting a little bit of hurt into my voice.
That did it. The deed was settled; she wasn’t telling anyone (except Lorcan) and neither of them would breathe a word.
Next I targeted Lysander and Louis, effectively the other half of Lucy and Lorcan. Hehe… Lucy and Lorcan and Louis and Lysander. That’s a lot of L’s.
But this time I went to Lysander. He was pretty much indifferent to whether or not it was breaking rules, and seemed happy to have me along for it. He was even easier than Lucy to crack, and considering that Louis followed in his footsteps faithfully, neither would put a toe out of line.
Next, I went to James and Lily when they were furtively discussing something between themselves, and asked if I could join them.
They declined me. Well, that’s two cousins I wouldn’t speak to again… if I was on better terms with some of the others.
Humph. So now I couldn’t have a bit of fun with two of the greatest prankmasters, right after Dom and I, and they knew my secret. Although I like to think I covered it up well, with the old ‘hahaha… you passed the test!’ line. Unfortunately, I don’t think it worked, because afterwards I saw them both looking at each other with wide eyes. Well, whatever.
Lastly, I found Molly and asked her if I could help her and Hugo in their prank. She was keen to have me with them, and happy I could do it, but just as worried as Lucy about the rules at first. She threw the rulebook out the window pretty fast, though; I think the other three in the Fun Four have had quite the positive influence on her!
But the list for the groups now looked like:
- Dom and Rox
- Lucy and Lorcan and Rox
- James and Lily
- Lysander and Louis and Rox
- Hugo and Molly and Rox
… my Secret Plan was in motion; everything was primed and ready. By Friday, six days after the infamous Weasley/Malfoy Showdown, everyone was on the list with my name beside them.
And by Sunday, I had organised a prank a day around the Potters’ not entering the competition with me (they were near the end of the week).
On Monday, Lucy and Lorcan and sneaked up to the choir balcony before dinner, then threw out a load of custard-filled balloons, and aimed them at the Slytherins, before setting off Wheezes ‘joke panels’ above their heads. The joke panels come down on random people and shout insults at them for hours and hours… so it was a fairly good prank.
Of course, it was way too small-scale compared to mine and Dom’s prank which was of epic proportions.
On Tuesday, Louis and Lysander and I let loose a firework for each person in the school, their sizes going up with their age. The teachers each got three. The fireworks were various types, ranging from Annoying Whiners to Repetitive Bangers to Funny Words to Scary Animals. Fortunately, I had assigned each of us a less worrying Scary Animal (mine was a friendly dragon, Louis’s were wrackspurts, and Lysander’s were nargles. We’d got to choose them ourselves, but I’d had to alter the fundamental spells for it, though).
On Wednesday, it was Hugo and Molly’s turn. The unlikely pair had come up with a surprisingly good plan I hadn’t had much say in; the students getting dunked with water every time they swore or said ‘Weasley’ or ‘Potter’. It had required some tricky magic on Molly’s part to put together the word sensory spells and edit the Wheezes’ magical bucket-dunkers, and I just had a part in the charming of the water so that the persons’ robes turned the colour of the house they hated the most for fifteen minutes.
It was really rather funny to see James go round in emerald-green robes for pretty much all of the day. He curses far too much.
And then it was Thursday morning, and I had Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid first thing. Remembering exactly what happened not-so-long-ago, and in prospect of mine and Dom’s upcoming prank tomorrow, I was skipping down rather happily with Dan chatting at my side. He appeared a little puzzled by my cheery mood, especially after he had heard what had happened with Scorpius and Rose (and the fact it was engineered by me) a few days ago, and was seriously confused. But he hid it well.
When we got there, I forgot to listen to Hagrid because I was in such a bouncy mood. Maybe the prospect of such an amazing prank made me like this; I had completely gone off the scale of cheeriness. Most people noticed, but didn’t really care: it was just another brain-dead Roxanne Weasley moodswing.
Even the prospect of our OWLs in three months time couldn’t bring me down. It was March, it was the first sunny day in a long time, I had a great prank coming… and life was good for Roxanne Weasley.
And then we were assigned our hippogriffs (which we had progressed to working with one-on-one), and everything changed.
Of course, I was put with Dan, and because Hagrid liked us, he didn’t force us with anyone else who would annoy us. He knew I was amazing with magical creatures – I just had the most amazing instincts for it, despite my memory loss – and would cope well enough just the two of us.
I was hoping to come out on top, and leave Feathertalon the happiest of the hippogriffs. So you can understand that when Dan went off to sort through the food bags, I wandered close, gave a quick bow, and started stroking Feathertalon’s beak whilst thinking about what a silly name it was for a noble hippogriff. After all, Feathertalon had been the one I had ridden to beat Dom on!
It was just so easy to tell them apart, I had no idea how everyone mixed them up; though I suppose people often mixed up us Weasleys too, and we got confused with the Malfoys, because we just didn’t know them well enough.
But as I was stroking Feathertalon’s beak, I couldn’t help thinking about how powerful and amazing hippogriffs are… I mean, come on; they run, fly and fight…
My mind started fading in and out, in a slightly worrying fashion, but it wasn’t bothering me. It seemed so natural.
And then… “We are the noblest of creatures,” resounded through my head.
It took all my self-control not to leap back a mile when it came. I wildly glanced around, trying to deny what my mind was telling me was true.
“Feathertalon?” I whispered, staring in to the orange eye on my side. I could have sworn that it rolled.
“Of course, little star,” he said – if it was saying at all. It seemed more of a communication, both in and outside my head; like I understood what he was telling me.
It was impossible. But so was this.
“Little star?” I frowned.
“It is your name,” Feathertalon intoned. “Although I am mocked among my noble stock for my ridiculous human name. Your fellows take us and give us pet names they imagine fitting for us. But we have far more suitable and reliable names of our own.”
“What then should I call you?” I was kind of astounded that I was talking to a hippogriff, but the panic still hadn’t set in yet. I’d probably freak out on a grand scale later on.
Yes, that sounded good.
But not-called-Feathertalon seemed to contemplate for a moment. “Well… it does not translate into your language very well. You will have to do the best you can.”
“What do you mean, I will?!” I was starting to freak… there it was, the panicked reaction.
“You are speaking to me in our ancient language, changing star. My name is… Beat -soar-loud-command-human in our tongue. Names are a fluid thing for us.” I could have sworn that Beat-soar-loud-command-human sounded almost amused as he revealed yet another mind-blowing thing to me.
Fuck. Fuckity fuck FUCK.
“Fluid?!” I squeaked. “I can’t call you that! How about Soaring-Commander?” I had no idea where it came from, but I thought I had picked out the two best adjectives.
I couldn’t help fidgeting as Soaring-Commander considered this. Then –
“FUCK!” I almost fell over backwards as Dan crept up behind me, but saved myself by rolling backwards as I hit the ground instead.
Dan gave me an odd look as I dusted myself off. “How do you do that? Have you been taking, I don’t know, amazing-gymnast potion all these years?”
I didn’t smile. “I don’t know, honest.”
“Nice reflexes,” Soaring-Commander commented from my side. “And yes, I rather like your translation. It makes me sound rather bold in your funny language.”
I refrained from explaining that it was his language that was rather funny. Plus, it would have involved feet shifting, arm moving, and head dips, all of which Dan would notice and pin.
Instead, Dan was frowning at me. “Are you ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Suddenly, there was flash upon flash in my head.
The same voices are running through my head, and Fred is there, crying with me; we hold each other.
“I think heaven will look like the seaside,” Grandma Johnson muses. I grin, while Fred sighs boredly, because I love the sea too! Grandma has always taught us about the sea and its ways, in the ways the waves move, the swash, the backwash, the pulls of the moon’s tides.
Then it is Hugo, from just a few weeks ago, reluctantly telling me what he saw of that weird incident with Fred.
Another flash of Fred, but his face is lined and shadowed as he places a piece of paper beside me, my mind befuddled as I try to work out what I have lost.
The cryptic message, written so carefully that I could understand; and me, worrying I could only understand it when I wouldn’t need to any more.
Dan, just a second ago, marvelling at my gymnastic skills.
The surprise when I landed unscathed out of Gryffindor tower.
The argument between Dominique and I.
The Scamanders’ odd reactions, and avoiding telling me what they saw on ‘the squid night’.
My amazing animal instincts, and how Soaring-Commander and I worked so well together… how I appeared to have lost my memory for everything except Care of Magical Creatures…
I come around, and not many people have noticed that I am on the ground. Dan is beside me, shaking my shoulders with a frantic look in his eye and I sit bolt upright and start swearing.
It’s a Weasley instinct… because now everything is falling in to place.
“Shit…. Shit, shit, shit. Bugger fucking… oh my actual Merlin… fuck it, what can I do!!”
I have my head in my hands, and surely my thoughts are being sent out loud and clear to all the hippogriffs, because even while I’m just panicking in ‘that odd language’, they can feel my vibes.
I have absolutely no idea what to do. I have never been so alone and so frightened in my life.
I need to… I need to…
“Roxanne? Roxanne, what’s going on?” Dan asks me, his voice becoming scared as I slowly raise my head, feeling such a rapid range of emotions running through me I could expode with the tension at any moment.
I need… “I need to get out of here,” I spit, hurrying to form the words as I lurch to my feet. I feel frantic; I need to see that note from Fred.
What did it say? I need the exact words, and NOW!
“Roxanne! You can’t just leave a lesson!” Dan half-shouts, grabbing my robes as I try to hurry away via the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
I am so highly strung that I accidentally turn and snarl at him. It makes him leap back a little, as I’m pretty sure my canines are displayed nicely.
There’s no time for regret as I fairly sprint back to the castle, making it much faster than I would ever have thought before.
It all runs in the family, skipping every other wave -
The waves ahead of us don’t know, but the swash does.
Good luck around Hagrid – be careful. Act dumb.
There isn’t much time left… new moon will be worst.
All incidents regarding Miss Strawberry must be covered up. There is a spy close by; close to you esp.
Well, I was the first to admit that Fred’s note hadn’t made a fig of sense to me the first time around, but now? I was actually starting to get it.
Bits had started to shine through, like rays in a cloud. And after a small private panic on my bed, with the curtains drawn TIGHTLY shut, I had gotten parts of it at last.
I didn’t really know what to make of the swash and family bits. I knew that Fred was getting at family, and Grandma, because who else knew that swash was the white foamy bit at the tops of waves as they crashed on the beach? She had taught us so!
And then… the Hagrid bit. Well, I hadn’t really done that so well now, had I? Already I was berating myself for running off, though I was a lot happier and calmer now that I knew I wasn’t alone in whatever this was.
But ‘there isn’t much time left’? ‘New moon will be the worst’?! I had no idea what Fred was talking about, and it was honestly scaring me. Everything else he had written was of the utmost importance, whether I fully understood or not, and now I really really needed to get this.
I had no idea what the implications might be.
Lastly, the Miss Strawberry bit. I assumed that was Dom, and probably to do with the reason we had started the prank war in the first place. But I hadn’t gotten around to asking her yet.
A spy close by… close to me especially…
Again, it really scared me.
And I had no idea what to do. All I could do was trust nobody, try to investigate, and cover up what damage I had already done…
Roxanne’s Memory Book
So I can speak to hippogriffs, and potentially some other animals. I don’t know how many yet. And I can do ninja-style fighting and gymnastics, because I have animal instincts and so does Fred… we have the same affliction , whatever it is. But of course I have no idea where he has gone, and what he is doing, or why! New moon? It’s not so far away. I’m so worried, and I wish someone knew exactly what was happening to me that I knew I could trust.
*A/N: DUN DUN DUUUUN! Sooo… what do you think of this twist then, huh? I’m hoping lots of the rest of it makes sense now! And yes, there’s plenty more uncovering coming up fairly soon, as well as another twist in the next chapter or so, and the big pranks!
I’m not very pleased by how this chapter went, because I’ve had it planned from the very beginning (and the next one too! AARGH!) but I’ll probably go back at some later date and edit all of these. Considering it was my first ever story, it’s good. Compared to lots of my writing now, it’s extremely slapdash and a bit embarrassing.
Oh, and: I AM SO VERY SORRY FOR THE HUGE LONG WAIT FOR THIS CHAPTER!!! Anyone who’s been following this will absolutely hate me… I just want you all to know that I have been updating at least once a week for all this year so far (huh, all five weeks of it) but I have been accidentally neglecting this one… there will hopefully be quicker updates once I have finished The Left-Behinds!
Ah well… so what did you think of this plot twist, huh? Oh right, you CAN tell me! Below!