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Natural Disasters||Harry Potter by tigerkitty

Format: Novel
Chapters: 8
Word Count: 25,962
Status: WIP

Rating: 12+
Warnings: No Warnings

Genres: Romance, Action/Adventure
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Lupin, Hagrid, Snape, Moody, Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Dobby, Molly, Tonks, Percy, Sirius, Ted, Bellatrix, Fenrir, Lucius, Voldemort, Cedric, Cho, Draco, Fleur, Fred, George, Ginny, Luna, Neville, Oliver, Krum
Pairings: Other Pairing

First Published: 05/15/2020
Last Chapter: 05/22/2020
Last Updated: 05/22/2020

Summary:

After losing both of her parents in a car crash, Madison Carter moved in with the Weasleys on Dumbledore's orders. Now, after receiving her Hogwarts letter on her eleventh birthday, Madison travels to Hogwarts with Ron Weasley where they meet the famous Harry Potter and help him save the Wizarding World from Voldemort.



Chapter 1: Prologue
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DECEMBER 13, 1987

 

It was late and the Carter family was driving back to their home out in the country after looking at the Christmas lights hanging up around town.

 

“Mommy, I’m tired,” Madison said, yawning.

 

“Don’t worry honey, we're almost home,” Jessica Carter said with a soft smile looking at her baby daughter while holding her husband’s hand. 

 

As he held the steering wheel with one hand and his wife’s hand in the other, Andrew Carter realized how thankful he was for the family he had. His little girl in the backseat with another one coming into the world in a few months.

 

As he turned his head to the road again, he saw a car coming toward them in their lane. He honked trying to get the drivers attention but it failed. Trying to avoid the car and protect his family, he swerved off the road landing their car in a deep ditch.

 

“Mommy! Daddy!” Madison screamed, tears plastered over her face. Her parents, covered with scratches and bruises, weren’t moving.

 

After what seemed like hours of waiting in the car, someone finally arrived to check on the Carters.

 

“Madison!” Hagrid said. “Andrew! Jessica.. tha’s no’ righ’.. no.”

 

Hagrid unstrapped Madison from her car seat and closed Jessica and Andrew’s eyes before a group of muggles in black suits arrived to contemplate the crashed vehicle.

 

After a long walk, Hagrid grabbed a portkey transporting himself and a confused Madison to the Burrow.

 

“Hagrid,” Dumbledore said, relieved. “At last.”

 

Hagrid loosened his tight grip on Madison, who was trembling, as he pulled her away from his chest.

 

“Oh you poor dear,” Minerva said. She pulled Madison into her arms and hugged her.

 

“Where are my mommy and daddy?” Madison asked, ready to start crying again.

 

Dumbledore knelt down, and touched her shoulder gently. “Madison.. you are too young to know that right now. You are going to be living with the Weasleys from now on, alright?”

 

Not sure what else she could do, Madison began to cry again.

 

Minerva continued to hug Madison as Dumbledore knocked on the Weasley's door. Molly Weasley opened the door right away.

 

“Oh the poor dear! Come in!” Molly said, moving her hands urgently.

 

“I’m afraid we can’t stay Molly. Thank you for taking her, this must be very hard on both you and Arthur as well,” Dumbledore said.

 

“Of course, her parents were great friends of ours. We have a son her age which will hopefully make the process easier for her,” Molly said, gently taking Madison from McGonagall’s arms.

 

“Oh Albus, are you sure about this?” Minerva asked, worrying. “I have a bad feeling that the car who made this accident did it on purpose. What if they come back?”

 

“I have full confidence that this is the right choice for Madison and her future. One day she will know what happened and how great of an impact that her parents had in the wizarding world but for now she will have to wait.” Dumbledore said, with a sad look in his eyes.


All credit for original characters and original plot goes to J.K. Rowling. I own only my OCs and select scenes that are not from the original series. Thank you, J.K. Rowling for writing this series and changing so many lives. Thank you all, for reading.



Chapter 2: Chapter 1
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“Are you ready?”

 

I looked in the mirror one last time, pulling my hair up into a high ponytail.

 

“Yes,” I said, walking out to the kitchen, where Mr. Weasley was waiting at the door with the house keys in his hand.

 

“Let’s get going then,” he said.

 

I slid into the car and sat between Ron and Ginny while Fred and George took up the back of the vehicle. 

 

When my parents died in a car crash, Dumbledore thought the best decision for me would be to stay with the Weasleys who agreed as well. A couple years after I had been living with them, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley decided that I was ready to learn what happened the night my parents died. The earliest memory I have of them is the night of the accident, but even that has little bits and pieces. All I remember

is hearing a loud honk, confusion, and fear. 

 

After that I was living with them and they turned into family. Ginny, who is a year younger than me, is like the little sister I never had. She’s a lot like me, really rebellious and smart, but when it comes to saying her opinion on things she can be shy around people she isn’t comfortable with. I, on the other hand, am pretty straightforward with people (which means I can be rude without truly meaning to be) and can be pretty outgoing. Personally, I think she’ll grow out of it as she gets older but it’ll take some time. We always stay up late talking about each other's thoughts whenever there is something on our minds and have yet to get caught by Mrs. Weasley.

 

Ron is the same age as me. Growing up with him, I was able to call him not only my brother but one of my best friends. Whenever I feel down, he always knows what to say that’ll cheer me up whether it’s a joke or he embarrases himself on accident. He’s not very expressive about his emotion however. When something bothers him, he puts on a simple don’t care attitude which can be very

annoying. 

 

Fred and George are the main people that I can be myself around. They love pulling pranks on our family members or random people we meet out in public. They’re two years older than me and Ron so they will be going into their third year at Hogwarts while me and Ron start our first. They’re the liveliest and funniest guys you’ll ever meet. One time though they tried to pull a prank on Ron when he was younger by turning his teddy bear into a spider which backfired. Mrs. Weasley grounded them for a long time and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so angry. The incident gave Ron a fear of spiders that to this day still has a big impact on him.

 

Percy is two years older than Fred and George and is starting his fifth year at Hogwarts this year. When his Hogwarts letter came in the mail about him being a Prefect this year Mrs. Weasley was ecstatic. This gave Fred and George on the other hand even more motivation to pull pranks on him. I feel bad for the guy most of the time. He’s really intelligent and one of the few people I’ve met that doesn’t waste it. Whenever the twins say something, I try to encourage him to not take what they say to heart and follow his dreams.

 

Charlie and Bill are the oldest of the Weasley children. Charlie graduated from Hogwarts last year and is in Romania studying dragons while Bill works in Egypt as a curse breaker for Gringotts. Bill is two years older than Charlie making him nine years older than me and Ron. We don’t see them a lot since they are across the country working but every once in a while they come visit at the Burrow.

 

I haven’t gotten to the point where I feel comfortable calling Mr. and Mrs. Weasley mum and dad yet. I’m sure I will eventually, I just haven’t been ready to take that next step yet. They always tell me stories of my parents from when they knew them when they were younger. After my parents passed, they said that it impacted a lot of people. My mom was a famous healer at St. Mungos who had helped a lot of people while my dad was a well-known journalist who wrote for the Daily Prophet. For my tenth birthday Mr. and Mrs. Weasley gave me a box with all of the past articles my Dad had written throughout his experience as a writer.

 

“We’re almost there,” Mr. Weasley said as we pulled into a parking spot at King’s Cross.

 

After parking the car, the eight of us made our way to the platform.

 

“Now, what’s the platform number?” Mrs. Weasley said.

 

“Nine and three-quarters!” piped Ginny, who was holding her hand. “Mom, can’t I go…”

 

“You’re not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. Alright, Percy, go first,” Mrs. Weasley said.

 

Just as Percy reached the dividing barrier between the two platforms, a large crowd of tourists came swarming in front of him and by the time the last backpack had cleared away, Percy had vanished.

 

“Fred, you next,” Mrs. Weasley said.

 

“I’m not Fred, I’m George,” said Fred, trying to mess with her. “Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can’t you tell I’m George?”

 

“Sorry, George, dear,” Mrs. Weasley apologized.

 

“Only joking, I am Fred,” Fred said with a smirk, and off he went. 

 

As George took his turn, a young boy approached us that looked about my age. He had black hair that looked untidy and wore round glasses over his bright green eyes.

 

“Hello, dear,” Mrs. Weasley said. “First time at Hogwarts? Madison and Ron are new, too,” she said pointing at Ron and I making the both of us blush.

 

“Yes,” said the boy. “The thing is-the thing is, I don’t know how to-”

 

“How to get onto the platform?” Mrs. Weasley said, kindly, and the boy nodded.

 

“Not to worry,” Mrs. Weasley said. “All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don’t stop and don’t be scared you’ll crash into it, that’s very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you will. Go on, you can go now before Madison.”

 

“Er-okay,” said the boy.

 

He pushed his trolly around, staring at the barrier until he ran through it. I went after him repeating the same steps that Mrs. Weasley said and slowed down after crossing the barrier. 

 

As I waited with my other brothers for the rest of the Weasleys I observed everything around me. There was a scarlet steam engine waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o’clock. I looked behind myself and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it.

 

I also noticed, as I looked around, that the boy who had asked Mrs. Weasley for help and had now disappeared somewhere along the platform.

 

Once all of the Weasleys and I were on the platform, we gathered around to say our final goodbyes before the Hogwarts Express left.

 

“Ron, you’ve got something on your nose,” Mrs. Weasley said, taking out her handkerchief. 

 

Ron tried to jerk away, but she grabbed him and began rubbing the end of his nose.

 

“Aah, has ickle Ronnie got something on his nose?” Fred asked.

 

“Shut up,” said Ron.

 

“Where’s Percy?” Mrs. Weasley asked.

 

“He’s coming now,” I said.

 

“Can’t stay long, Mother,” Percy said. “I’m up front, the prefects have got two compartments to themselves-”

 

“Oh, are you a prefect?” George asked, smirking at me. “You should have said something, we had no idea.”

 

“Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it,” Fred said. “Once-”

 

“Or twice-” George added.

 

“A minute-” I said with a grin.

 

“All summer!” Fred concluded.

 

“Oh, shut up,” Percy said, rolling his eyes.

 

Mrs. Weasley kissed Percy on the cheek and sent him, then turned to the twins.

 

“Now, you two behave yourselves this year,” she said sternly. “I don’t want a letter telling me you’ve blown up a toilet or-”

 

“Blown up a toilet?” George asked. “We’ve never blown up a toilet.”

 

“Great idea though, thanks, Mom,” Fred said.

 

“I’m serious. And look after Ron and Madison,” she said.

 

Don’t worry, ickle Ronniekins and Mads are safe with us,” George said patting my shoulder.

 

“Shut up,” Ron said again.

 

“Hey, mom, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?” Fred said. “You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he is?”

 

“Who?” I asked.

 

“Harry Potter!” Fred said.

 

“Oh, mom, can I go on the train and see him, mom, oh please…” Ginny begged.

“You’ve already seen him, Ginny, and the poor boy isn’t something you google at in a zoo. Is he really, Fred? How do you know?” Mrs. Weasley asked.

 

“Asked him. Saw his scar. It’s really there-like lightning.” Fred answered.

 

“Poor dear, no wonder he was alone. He was so polite when he asked how to get onto the platform,” Mrs. Weasley said.

 

“Never mind that, do you think he remembers what You-Know-Who looks like?” Fred asked.

 

Mrs. Weasley suddenly became very stern.

 

“I forbid you to ask him, Fred. No, don’t you dare. As though he needs reminding of that on his first day of school,” Mrs. Weasley said.

 

A whistle sounded.

 

“Hurry up!” Mrs. Weasley said, pushing all of us onto the train. We leaned out of the window for her to kiss us goodbye, and Ginny began to cry.

 

“Don’t worry Ginny, we’ll send you loads of owls,” I said.

 

“And a Hogwarts toilet seat,” George added.

 

“George!” Mrs. Weasley said.

 

“Only joking mom,” George said, making me grin.

 

The train started to move so we all waved to Mrs. Weasley and Ginny until we couldn’t see them anymore and then separated. Fred and George left to join their friend Lee while Ron and I struggled to look for an empty compartment.

 

Near the end of the train Ron opened another compartment door and popped his head in.

 

“Anyone sitting here?” Ron asked, pointing at what I assumed to be empty seats. “Everywhere else is full.”

 

Ron turned his head and nodded at me, and I sighed in relief that we had finally found a place to sit. As I walked in, I realized it was the boy who Fred said was Harry Potter. I sat next to Ron across from Harry, who was looking out the window.

 

“Hey Ron. Hey Mads,” George said. The twins had returned. “Listen, we’re going down the middle of the train-Lee Jordan’s got a giant tarantula down there.”

 

“Right,” Ron mumbled.

 

“Harry,” said Fred, “did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother, and Madison but we call her Mads, who’s practically our sister. See you later then.”

 

“Bye,” the three of us said. Fred and George left sliding the compartment door shut behind them.

 

“Are you really Harry Potter?” Ron blurted out.

 

Harry nodded.

 

“Ron!” I said as I elbowed him in the gut. “You can’t just ask someone that, it’s rude.”

 

“Well, I thought it might be one of Fred and George’s jokes,” said Ron defensively. “And have you really got-you know…” 

Ron pointed at Harry’s forehead. Harry pulled back his bangs to show the lightning scar. Ron began to stare. I rolled my eyes.

 

“So that’s where You-Know-Who-?” Ron asked.

 

“Yes,” said Harry, “but I can’t remember it.”

 

“Nothing?” Ron said a little too eagerly in my opinion.

 

“Well-I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else,” Harry answered.

 

“Wow,” Ron said. Ron continued to stare at Harry, then as though he had suddenly realized what he was doing, he quickly looked out the window.

 

“Is all of your family a wizard?” Harry asked Ron and I.

 

“Both of my parents were wizards but they died in a car crash when I was really young. After that I lived with Ron’s family,” I said, patting Ron’s shoulder.

 

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Harry began to say before I cut him off.

 

“No Harry it’s fine. I’m an open book, don’t feel bad or anything. I like to talk about them,” I said smiling.

 

“Oh okay then. What about you?” Harry asked looking at Ron.

 

“Er-yes, I think so,” said Ron. “I think Mom’s got a second cousin who’s an accountant, but we never talk about him.”

 

“So you must know loads of magic already,” Harry said.

 

“I heard you went to live with Muggles,” said Ron. “What are they like?”

 

“Horrible-well, not all of them. My aunt, uncle, and cousin are though. Wish I’d had three wizard brothers,” Harry said.

 

“Five,” Ron said, looking gloomy for some reason. “I’m the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I’ve got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left-Bill was head boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy’s a prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they’re really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it’s no big deal, because they did it first. I never get anything new, either, with five brothers. I’ve got Bill’s old robes, Charlie’s old wand, and Percy’s old rat.”

 

Ron reached into his jacket and pulled out Scabbers, a fat gray rat that was asleep.

 

“His name is Scabbers and he’s useless, he hardly ever wakes up. Percy got an owl from my dad for being made a prefect, but they couldn’t aff-I mean, I got Scabbers instead,” Ron said, his ears starting to grow pink.

 

Harry began to talk about having to wear his cousin’s old clothes and never getting proper birthday presents. I smiled knowing that he was trying to make Ron feel better and it seemed to cheer him up.

 

“… and until Hagrid told me, I didn’t know anything about being a wizard or about my parents or Voldemort-” Harry said, making Ron gasp.

 

“What?” Harry and I said confused.

 

“You just said You-Know-Who’s name!” Ron said, sounding both shocked and impressed. “I’d have thought you, of all people-”

 

“I’m not trying to be brave or anything, saying the name,” Harry said, “I just never knew you shouldn’t. See what I mean? I’ve got loads to learn….I bet,” he added, “I bet I’ll be the worst in the class.”

 

“You won’t be. There’s loads of people who come from Muggle families and they learn quick enough,” I said.

 

Around half past twelve there was a great clattering outside the corridor, and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, “Anything off the cart dears?”

 

Harry leapt to his feet while Ron and I’s ears went pink muttering that we had packed sandwiches.

 

Ron and I stared as Harry brought handfuls of candy back in the compartment and tipped it into the empty seat next to him.

 

“Hungry, are you?” I asked.

 

“Starving,” said Harry, taking a large bite out of a pumpkin pasty.

 

Ron took out his lumpy package and unwrapped it. He pulled one of the four sandwiches apart and said, “Mom always forgets I don’t like corned beef.”

 

“Swap you for one of these,” Harry said, holding up a pasty. “Go on-”

 

“You don’t want this, it’s all dry,” said Ron.

 

“She hasn’t got much time,” I added quickly,” you know, with the six of us.”

 

“Go on, have a pasty,” said Harry, kindly.

 

Ron and I then helped ourselves to eat our way through all Harry’s pasties, cakes, and candies with him. The sandwiches lying forgotten.

 

“What are these?” Harry asked Ron, holding a pack of Chocolate Frogs. “They’re not really frogs, are they?”

 

“No,” said Ron. “But see what the card is. I’m missing Agrippa.”

 

“What?” Harry asked.

 

“Chocolate Frogs have cards inside them, you know, to collect famous witches and wizards. Ron’s got about five hundred,” I said.

 

“Only I haven’t got Agrippa or Ptolemy,” Ron added.

 

Harry unwrapped his Chocolate Frog and picked up the card.

 

“So this is Dumbledore?” said Harry, holding up the card to show Ron and I.

 

“Don’t tell me you’d never heard of Dumbledore!” said Ron. “Can I have a frog? I might get Agrippa-thanks-”

 

“He’s gone!” Harry said, as he turned the card back over from reading it.

 

“Well, you can’t expect him to hang around all day,” said Ron. “He’ll be back. No, I’ve got Morgana again and I’ve got about six of her….do you want it? You can start collecting.”

 

Ron’s eyes strayed at the pile of Chocolate Frogs waiting to be unwrapped.

 

“Help yourself,” said Harry. “But in, you know, the Muggle world, people just stay put in the photos.”

 

“Do they? What, they don’t move at all?” Ron said, sounding amazed. “Weird!”

 

After opening more Chocolate Frogs, Harry began to open a bag of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans.

 

“You want to be careful with those,” I warned Harry. “When they say every flavor, they mean every flavor-you know, you get all the ordinary ones like chocolate and peppermint and marmalade, but then you can get spinach and liver and tripe. George reckons he had a booger-flavored one once.”

 

Ron picked up a green bean, looked at it carefully, and bit into a corner. 

 

“Bleaaarch-see? Sprouts,” said Ron.

 

As they began to go through the woods on the Hogwarts Express, there was a knock on the door of their compartment. A round-faced boy came in looking tearful.

 

“Sorry,” he said, “but have you seen a toad at all?”

 

When the three of us shook our heads, he wailed, “I’ve lost him! He keeps getting away from me!”

 

“He’ll turn up,” I said, trying to sound hopeful.

 

“Yes,” the boy said miserably. “Well, if you see him….” And then he left.

 

“Don’t know why he’s so bothered,” said Ron. “If I’d brought a toad I’d lose it as quickly as I could. Mind you, I brought Scabbers so I can’t talk. I tried to turn him yellow yesterday to make him more interesting, but the spell didn’t work. I’ll show you….”

 

Ron rummaged through his trunk and pulled out his wand. Just as he raised his wand, the compartment door slid open again. The toadless boy was back, but this time he had a girl with him. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes.

 

“Has anyone seen a toad? Neville’s lost one,” she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy hair, and rather large front teeth.

 

“We’ve already told him we haven’t seen it,” Harry said, but the girl wasn’t listening, she was looking at the wand in Ron’s hand.

 

“Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see it, then,” she said, sitting down next to Harry.

 

“Er-alright,” Ron said, looking taken aback.

 

“Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,

Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.”

 

He waved his wand but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep on Ron’s lap.

 

"Are you sure that’s a real spell?” said the girl, in a tone that you didn’t like. “Well it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me. Nobody in my family’s magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased of course, I mean, it’s the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard-I’ve learned all our course books by heart of course, I just hope it will be enough-I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?” She said all this really fast.

 

“I’m Ron Weasley,” Ron muttered.

 

“I’m Madison Carter, but most people just call me Mads,” I said.

 

“Harry Potter,” said Harry.

 

“Are you really?” said Hermione, completely forgetting about Ron and I. “I know all about you, of course-I got a few extra books for background reading, and you’re in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century.”

 

“Am I?” Harry asked.

 

“Goodness, didn’t you know, I’d have found out everything I could if it was me,” said Hermione. “Do any of you know what house you’ll be in? I’ve been asking around, and I hope I’m in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn’t be too bad….Anyway, I’d better go help Neville catch his toad. You three had better change, you know, I expect we’ll be arriving soon.” And with that she let.

 

“Whatever house I’m in, I hope she’s not in it,” said Ron. He threw his wand back into his trunk. “Stupid spell-George gave it to me, bet he knew it was a dud.”

 

“What house are your brothers in?” asked Harry.

 

“Gryffindor,” said Ron, gloom settling on his face again. “Mom and dad were in it too. I don’t know what they’ll say if I’m not in it. I don’t suppose Ravenclaw would be too bad, but imagine if they put me in Slytherin.”

 

“That’s the house Vol-, I mean, You-Know-Who was in?” Harry asked.

 

“Yeah,” I said. 

 

“So what do your oldest brothers do now that they’ve left anyway?” Harry asked.

 

“Charlie’s in Romania studying dragons, and Bill’s in Africa doing something for Gringotts,” I said. “Did you hear about Gringotts? It’s been all over the Daily Prophet, but I don’t suppose you get that with the Muggles-someone tried to rob a high security vault.”

 

Harry stared, “Really? What happened to them?”

 

“Nothing, that’s why it’s such big news. They haven’t been caught. Mr. Weasley says it must’ve been a powerful Dark wizard to get round Gringotts, but they don’t think they took anything, that’s what’s odd. ‘Course, everyone gets scared when something like this happens in case You-Know-Who’s behind it,” I said.

 

“What’s your Quidditch team?” Ron asked, changing the subject.

 

“Er-I don’t know any,” Harry confessed.

 

“What!” Ron looked dumbfounded. “Oh, you wait, it’s the best game in the world!” 

 

Ron and I continued to explain all about Quidditch to Harry until our compartment door was opened again by three boys. 

 

“So it’s true, what they’re saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts,” a blonde haired boy said and I glared at him. 

 

“This is Crabbe and Goyle,” he says pointing at the two bigger-sized boys. “And I’m Malfoy….Draco Malfoy.”

 

Ron laughed and Draco turned to him.

 

“No need to ask what your name is, red hair and a hand-me down robe….you must be a Weasley,” Draco said before turning back to Harry.

 

“You’ll soon find that some wizard families are better than others Potter. You don’t want to get messed with the wrong crowd,” Malfoy said.

 

“I think I’ll take my chances,” Harry said and I smiled.

 

After nearly almost getting into a fight with Ron, the three boys disappeared. Once they were gone, I got up to give Harry a small hug, and he returned the gesture.

 

I went to the bathroom to change into my dress robes while Ron and Harry changed in the compartment.

 

As I made my way back, a voice echoed through the train: “We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately.”

 

When I returned to the compartment, Harry and Ron were cramming the rest of the sweets into their pockets. 

 

The train slowed right down and finally stopped. People pushed their way toward the door and out onto a tiny, dark platform. I shivered from the cold air. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students.

 

“Firs’ years! Firs’ years over here! All right there Harry?” the giant man with a beard asked.

 

“That’s Hagrid,” Harry grinned and grabbed both Ron and I’s hand before walking over to the man. 

 

“C’mon, follow me-any more firs’ years? Mind yer step, now! Firs’ years follow me!” he continued to yell out.

 

Slipping and stumbling, we followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. Nobody spoke much. Neville, the boy who kept losing his toad, sniffed once or twice.

 

“Yeh’ll get yer firs’ sight o’ Hogwarts in a sec,” Hagrid called over his shoulder, “jus’ round this bend here.”

 

There was a loud “Oooooh!”

 

The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.

 

“No more’n four to a boat!” Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. The three of us got into a boat, quickly followed by Hermione.

 

“Everyone in?” shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself. “Right then-FORWARD!”

 

And the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff in which it stood. 

 

“Heads down!” yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff; we all bent down our heads and the little boats carried us through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. From there we were all carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking us right underneath the castle, until we reached a kind of underground harbor, where we clambered out onto rocks and pebbles.

 

“Oy, you there! Is this your toad?” said Hagrid, who was checking the boats as everyone got out of them.

 

“Trevor!” Neville cried, holding out his hands. Then we clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid’s lamp, coming out at last onto smooth grass right in the shadow of the castle.

 

We walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, oak front door. Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.


All credit for original characters and original plot goes to J.K. Rowling. I own only my OCs and select scenes that are not from the original series. Thank you, J.K. Rowling for writing this series and changing so many lives. Thank you all, for reading.



Chapter 3: Chapter 2
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The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern face which for some reason looked familiar to me but I couldn’t remember from where.

 

“The firs’ years, Professor McGonagall,” said Hagrid.

 

“Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here,” Professor McGonagall said.

 

She pulled the door wider, and the rest of us followed her across the stone floor into a small, empty chamber off the hall.

 

“Welcome to Hogwarts,” said Professor McGonagall. “The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.”

 

“The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin,” McGonagall continued. “Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house within the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting.”

 

Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville’s cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Ron’s smudged nose. Harry nervously tried to flatten his hair making me giggle but I covered it with my mouth so he wouldn’t see.

 

“I shall return when we are ready for you,” said Professor McGonagall. “Please wait quietly.”

 

Once she had left the chamber Harry looked nervous.

 

“How exactly do they sort us into houses?” Harry asked.

 

“Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking,” Ron said.

 

I looked around and noticed that now everyone looked nervous except Hermione, who was rambling on about all the spells she’d learned wondering if she would need them.

 

“Don’t worry, Harry. Fred was just trying to mess with Ron, sorry Ron. Percy told me that there is a hat called a Sorting Hat that they put on top of your head and he decides which house you join. Something about how he looks into your mind and bases it off of your character traits,” I said, trying to calm Harry and Ron down which seemed to work. 

 

After calming down a nervous Harry and frustrated Ron, I was able to focus back on the Sorting. Then suddenly, about twenty ghosts streamed through the back wall causing several people to scream.

 

“My dear Friar, haven’t we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he’s not really even a ghost-I say, what are you all doing here?”

 

A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years. 

 

“We’re first years,” I said.

 

“New students!” said the Fat Friar, smiling around at us. “About to be Sorted, I suppose?”

 

A few other people and I nodded.

 

“Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!” said the Friar. “My old house, you know.”

 

“Move along now,” said a sharp voice. “The Sorting Ceremony’s about to start.”

 

Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite hall.

 

“Now form a line,” Professor McGonagall told all of us, “and follow me.”

 

I’m not gonna lie to you, when I walked through the double doors in the Great Hall, I never thought I would ever see something so strange yet splendid in my life. The Hall was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. We followed Professor McGonagall until she led us to a halt at the front where everyone could see us.

 

After the Sorting Hat sang its song, Ron shot a nasty glare at Fred.

 

“When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted,” Professor McGonagall announced. As I looked back at the other first years, I noticed that Hermione had a determined look on her face making me roll my eyes.

 

Mrs. Weasley told me that both of my parents had been in Gryffindor, so I had a good idea where I would be put. Not only is that how she met my parents but it was how my parents met one another. According to her stories, my mom had been struggling in her potions classes (which is ironic because she was a healer but whatever) so my father was picked to be her tutor. She said that them being forced around one another helped them bond and realize their feelings for one another. How romantic.

 

“Abbot, Hannah!”

 

“HUFFLEPUFF!”

 

“Bones, Susan!”

 

“HUFFLEPUFF!”

 

“Boot, Terry!”

 

“RAVENCLAW!”

 

“Brown, Lavender!”

 

“GRYFFINDOR!”

 

The Gryffindor exploded with cheers, excited for their first new Gryffindor.

 

“Carter, Madison!”

 

I looked at Ron and Harry before going up who both gave me a thumbs up, although I could tell how nervous they still were.

Hmm, difficult. Lots of Bravery, I see. You could do great things in Slytherin considering your cleverness and the past pain of your parents. Oh, but your talent and goodness as well. Very difficult, better be….

 

“GRYFFINDOR!”

 

I took off the hat grateful not to be put in Slytherin. I went and sat next to George and across from Fred who were both grinning.

 

“Granger, Hermione!”

 

“GRYFFINDOR!”

 

“Huh, she struck more as a Ravenclaw,” I said to the twins. “Oh well-here she comes.”

 

She sat next to Fred, who didn’t look very pleased to be sitting next her and I couldn’t help but laugh.

 

“Potter, Harry!”

 

“Ooh, he’s going up!” I said, excitedly.

 

After what seemed to be an intense conversation between the Sorting Hat and Harry, the hat finally seemed to make up its mind.

 

“GRYFFINDOR!”

 

I cheered loudly for Harry and grinned as I waved for him to come sit with us. 

 

Fred and George yelled, “We got Potter! We got Potter!”

 

Harry sat down on the other side of me. 

 

“The hat was debating on whether I should go into Slytherin or not but I refused,” Harry whispered so only I could hear.

 

“Me too, but thankfully it didn’t put me there. I couldn’t imagine being in that house,” I said, making Harry grin.

 

“Weasley, Ronald!”

 

“I bet Slytherin,” Fred said.

 

“I bet Hufflepuff,” George said.

 

“GRYFFINDOR!”

 

Harry and I cheered loudly as Ron came over to sit across from us on the other side of Fred.

 

“Well done, Ron, excellent,” Percy said happily, moving to sit closer to us.

 

“Welcome!” Dumbledore said, standing up. “Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts. Before we begin our feast, I would like to say a few words: Nitwit! Bludder! Oddment! Tweak!”

 

“Thank you!” George and I said loudly, making everyone around us laugh.

 

“Is he a bit mad?” Harry asked, fearfully.

 

“Mad? He’s a genius!” Percy said. “Best wizard in the world! But a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, anyone?”

 

I looked down, and I’m honestly surprised that my mouth didn’t fall open. My eyes widened as I looked down at the table filled with food.

 

About halfway in the meal, Harry hissed and touched his scar.

 

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

 

“Nothing,” he said.

 

“You touched your scar Harry. Is something wrong?” I said.

 

“It just hurt a bit but it’s fine now,” Harry said.

 

I looked at him but shook it off, not wanting to ruin the evening.

 

“Who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrel?” Harry asked.

 

“That’s Professor Snape,” Percy said, still eating. “He teaches Potions, but he doesn’t want to. Everyone knows he’s after Quirrel’s job as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Knows an awful lot about Dark Arts, Snape.”

 

“He hates all Gryffindors,” Fred said.

 

Dumbledore stood up to speak again.

 

“Just a few words now that we are all fed and watered,” Dumbledore said. “First years should note that the forest on the rounds is forbidden to all students. A few of our older students ought to know that as well.”

 

He flashed Fred, George, and Lee a wink.

 

“....and finally, I must tell you that this year, the third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death.”

 

Harry let out a nervous laugh, “He’s not serious is he?”

 

“Must be,” Percy said, frowning at Dumbledore.

 

“That’s not stopping us of course,” George said, grinning.

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Percy directed us through one door to our dormitory before directing the boys through the other one. I gave my brothers and Harry one last wave before making my way to my dorm.

 

Once we finally made it to the top of the spiral staircase, we found our beds. There were five four-posters hung with deep red, velvet curtains.

 

I realized I would be sharing a room with the other first years which consisted of Hermione, a girl named Lavender Brown, and the Patil sisters, who I hadn’t bothered to learn their names yet.

 

Since I was too tired from today to talk much, I put on my pajamas and fell asleep where I had my normal nightmares.

 

Even after almost ten years, whenever I went to sleep I felt like I was reliving the fear from the car crash. It was always the same dream that turned into a nightmare.

 

I was sitting in the backseat with two people in the front who I assumed to be my parents. We would be listening to music and my dad would turn to look at my mom. 

 

After he would turn his head back a bright pair of headlights appeared coming towards us. Suddenly my father would start honking like a maniac. I could tell in the rearview mirror that he had lots of fear in his eyes.

 

Suddenly the car we were in jerked to the right causing someone to scream loudly before I woke up. 

 

I looked at my hands and noticed that they were shaking. My heart was beating fast and I could tell that I had been sweating when I was asleep. 

 

Great, I thought after checking the clock. I had woken up at 2 am.

 

I had a hard time falling back to sleep so I decided to go sit in the Common Room. When I got to the bottom of the staircase I noticed someone was already sitting there in front of the fire. 

 

He had untidy black hair that I would recognize anywhere and I smiled as I walked towards him.

 

“Is this seat taken?” I asked with a smirk.

 

Harry smiled.

 

“Nope. Couldn’t sleep?” he asked.

 

“No, I had a nightmare. I’ve gotten them for as long as I can remember. What about you?” I said.

 

“I had a weird dream. I tried to sleep on it but I couldn’t so I came down here to think,” Harry said.

 

“Oh, that makes sense. What do you think of Hogwarts so far?” I said, trying to change the subject.

 

“It’s better than living with those bloody Muggles,” Harry said, laughing. “I think I’m gonna like it here a lot. Plus I’ve got you and Ron so I think I’ll be okay.”

 

I grabbed Harry’s hand and squeezed it. He smiled and then returned the gesture.

 

“We should probably try to get some sleep. Can’t be late for our first day of classes,” I said, standing up from my spot in front of the fire.

 

We said our goodbyes to each other before going our separate ways to our rooms.

 

That night I fell asleep peacefully. Not one nightmare occurred.


All credit for original characters and original plot goes to J.K. Rowling. I own only my OCs and select scenes that are not from the original series. Thank you, J.K. Rowling for writing this series and changing so many lives. Thank you all, for reading.



Chapter 4: Chapter 3
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“There, look,”

 

“Where?”

 

“Next to the tall kid with the red hair and the girl with brown hair.”

 

“Wearing the glasses?”

 

“Did you see his face?”

 

“Did you see his scar-”

 

“Can you guys shut up? He’s a real person you know. He has feelings,” I finally said to the two boys in Hufflepuff uniforms making them quickly run away.

 

Harry shot me a grateful smile.

 

We had just finished Herbology and were now making our way to Charms with Professor Flitwick. All day people had been looking at Harry and whispering behind his back acting like he couldn’t hear them. I felt really bad for him and those two boys were the last straw.

 

As class started Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher who was so short that he had to stand on a tall pile of books, took the roll call. Once he reached Harry’s name he gave him an excited squeak and toppled out of sight. I rolled my eyes.

 

McGonagall was different from the other teachers though. She made it known within the first five minutes not to cross her.

 

“Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts,” she said. “Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

 

I was pretty impressed when she changed her desk into a pig and back again.

 

After what seemed like a lifetime of taking notes, we were each given a match and were told to start turning it into a needle. By the end of the lesson the only people who had done it successfully were Hermione Granger and I. 

 

Although I would never admit this Ron or Harry, Hermione had started to grow on me. Sharing a dorm with her made me realize that I was wrong about her when I first met her on the train. She’s really smart and nice once you get to know her. 

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“What have we got today?” I asked Ron and Harry at breakfast on Friday.

 

“Double Potions with the Slytherins,” said Ron. “Snape’s Head of Slytherin House. They say he always favors them-we’ll be able to see if it’s true.”

 

“Wish McGonagall favored us,” Harry said and I nodded in agreement. Professor McGonagall was head of Gryffindor House, but it didn’t stop her from giving us huge piles of homework.

 

Just then the mail arrived. I didn’t get any letters from Mrs. Weasley today but Harry got his first letter which made up for it. Harry tore it open right away and read it out loud so Ron and I could both hear.

 

“Dear Harry, I know you get Friday afternoons off, so would you like to come and have a cup of tea with me around three? I want to hear all about your first week. Send us an answer back with Hedwig. Hagrid,” Harry said.

 

He quickly grabbed Ron’s quill and scribbled what I assumed to be yes and sent Hedwig off again.

 

After finishing breakfast, we made our way down to Potions which took place in one of the dungeons. It was definitely colder down here than up in the castle.

 

Snape, like Flitwick, started the class off by taking the roll call, and like Flitwick, paused at Harry’s name. What he did next though was not what I expected.

 

“Ah, yes,” he said softly, “Harry Potter. Our new-celebrity.”

 

Draco Malfoy and his annoying friends Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their hands. Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. His eyes were black at Hagrid’s, but they had none of the warmth that Hagrid’s did when I saw him on the first night we arrived at Hogwarts. Snape’s were cold and empty, reminding me of dark tunnels.

 

“You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making,” he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but I caught every word-like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort.

 

“As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic,” Professor Snape continued. “I don’t expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses….I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stop death-if you aren’t as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.”

 

Everyone was silent after his speech. Harry and Ron exchanged looks with raised eyebrows at me. Meanwhile, Hermione was on the edge of her seat and looked desperate to start proving that she wasn’t a dunderhead.

Potter!” Snape said suddenly. “What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?”

 

I mentally slapped myself.

 

Harry looked stumped; Hermione's hand had shot in the air.

 

“I don’t know sir,” Harry said.

 

Snape’s lip curled into a small smile.

 

“Tut, tut-fame clearly isn’t everything,” Snape said, ignoring Hermione’s hand.

 

“Let’s try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?” Snape asked.

 

This time Hermione stretched her hand so high I thought she would lose her balance and fall over. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, were shaking with laughter which Snape definitely found even more amusing.

 

“I don’t know sir,” Harry repeated.

 

“Thought you wouldn’t open a book before coming, eh, Potter?” Snape said.

 

Harry looked like he wanted to say something, but instead just stared at Snape. Probably wondering if Snape was the Devil himself.

 

Snape asked Harry another question but instead of just saying he didn’t know, Harry chose to go down a different route.

 

“I don’t know,” Harry said quietly. “I think Hermione does, though, why don’t you try her?”

 

This got a few people to laugh, mainly the Gryffindors. Snape, however, was not pleased.

 

“Sit down,” he snapped at Hermione. “For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Aren’t you all copying that down?”

 

I rummaged for my quill and parchment asking Hermione if she could repeat what he had said.

 

“And a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Potter,” Snape said over the noise.

 

Things went downhill from there for the Gryffindors. Snape put us into pairs and criticized almost everyone except Malfoy, whom he seemed to like for some reason. He was always telling us to look at how perfect Malfoy did and to follow how he did it. 

 

Poor Neville, got it almost as worse as Harry. Neville had somehow managed to melt Seamus’s cauldron into a twisted blob, and their potion was seeping across the stone floor, burning holes in people’s shoes. Within seconds, the whole class was standing on their stools while Neville, who had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron collapsed, moaned in pain as angry red boils sprang up all over his body.

 

“Idiot boy!” snarled Snape, clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand. “I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?”

 

Neville continued to whimper as boils started to pop up on his nose.

 

“Take him up to the Hospital Wing,” Snape spat at Seamus. Then he rounded on Harry and Ron, who had been working next to Neville.

 

“You-Potter-why didn’t you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he’d made you look good if he got it wrong, did you?” That’s another point you’ve lost for Gryffindor.”

 

That was unfair. Harry opened his mouth to argue but it looked Ron had stopped him in time.

 

As the three of us climbed up from the steps on the Dungeon, I could see the anger and disappointment all over Harry’s face.

 

“Cheer up,” I said, “Snape’s always taking points off Fred and George. Trust me, you’re not only one.”

 

“Hey can Mads and I come with you and meet Hagrid today?” Ron said.

 

Harry nodded so five minutes before three, we left the castle and made our way across the grounds. Hagrid lived in a small wooden house on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. 

 

When Harry knocked, we heard a frantic scrambling from inside and several booming barks.

 

Then Hagrid’s voice rang out saying, “Back, Fang. Back!”

 

Hagrid’s big, hairy face appeared in the crack as he pulled open the door.

 

“Hang on,” he said. “Back, Fang.”

 

He let us in, struggling to keep a hold on the collar of an enormous black boarhound.

 

There was only one room inside. Hams and pheasants were hanging from the ceiling, a copper kettle was boiling on the open fire, and in the corner stood a massive bed with patchwork quilt over it.

 

“Make yerselves at home,” said Hagrid, letting go of Fang, who bounded straight at Ron and I. I realized that, like Hagrid, Fang wasn’t as fierce as he looked.

 

“This is Ron and Madison,” Harry told Hagrid.

 

“But you can call me Mads if you like. I go by either,” I clarified to Hagrid, who smiled.

 

Hagrid turned back to Ron, “Another Weasley, eh? I spent half me life chasin’ yer twin brothers away from the forest.”

 

Hagrid passed out rock cakes that we pretended to enjoy, as we told him about our first week of lessons. Fang rested his head on Harry’s knee which I was jealous about at first until I realized that Fang had drooled all over his robes.

 

I, along with Harry and Ron, was delighted when Hagrid called Filch “that old git.”

 

“An’ as fer that cat, Mrs. Norris, I’d like ter introduce her to Fang sometime. D’yeh know, every time I go up ter the school, she follows me everywhere? Can’t get rid of her-Filch puts her up to it.”

 

Harry told Hagrid about Snape’s lesson. Hagrid, like me, told Harry not to worry about it, saying that Snape hardly likes any of his students, especially first years.

 

As Hagrid asked Ron about Charlie, I noticed something on Hagrid’s counter catch Harry’s eye.

 

“Hagrid!” said Harry, “That Gringotts break-in happened on my birthday! It might’ve been happening while we were there!”

 

In response, Hagrid didn’t meet Harry’s eyes. Instead he grunted and offered more rock cakes, making me suspicious.

_________

 

“Typical,” Harry said. “Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy.”

 

“You don’t know that you’ll make a fool of yourself Harry,” I said.

 

“Exactly. Anyway, I know Malfoy’s always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that’s all talk,” Ron said.

 

Malfoy did talk about flying a lot. He complained loudly that first years never got on their house Quidditch teams. He wasn’t the only one though, that had stories of him flying at home. The way that Seamus Finnigan told it, he’d spent most of his childhood zooming around the countryside on his broomstick.

 

Ron and I would always play around with the older Weasley boys and for the most part, I was able to stand my ground around them.

Obviously, I wanted to try out for the Gryffindor team but like Malfoy said, the first years never made the team.

 

As Hermione lectured at Breakfast about flying tips that she had learned from reading Quidditch Through the Ages, the mail arrived.

 

A barn owl brought Neville a small package from his grandmother. He opened it excitedly and showed us a glass ball the size of a large marble, which seemed to be filled with white smoke.

 

“It’s a Remembrall!” he explained. “Gran knows I forget things-this tells you if there’s something you’ve forgetten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this and if it turns red-oh….” His face fell, because the Remembrall had suddenly glowed scarlett, “....you’ve forgotten something…”

 

It looked like Neville was trying to remember what he had forgotten when Malfoy, who was passing the Gryffindor table, snatched the Remembrall out of Neville’s hand.

 

I jumped to my feet but Professor McGonagall was there in a flash,

 

“What’s going on?” she asked.

 

“Malfoy’s got my Remembrall, Professor,” Neville explained.

 

Malfoy scowled, then quickly dropped the Remembrall on the table and walked away with Crabbe and Goyle behind him.

 

At three-thirty that afternoon, the other Gryffindors and I hurried down to our first flying lesson with Madam Hooch. The Slytherins were already there, and so were twenty broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground. Fred and George would always complain about the school brooms, saying that some of them would start to vibrate when you flew too high.

 

“Well, what are you waiting for?” our teacher Madam Hooch barked. She had short, gray hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk. “Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up.”

 

I glanced down at my broom noticing how old it looked. Some of the twigs stuck out in odd angles.

 

“Stick out your right hand over your broom,” called Madam Hooch at the front, “and say ‘Up!’”

 

“UP!” everyone shouted.

 

My broom jumped into my hand and so had Harry’s. But there were only a few that did. 

 

Madam Hooch then showed us how to mount our brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and corrected people’s grips. I was delighted when Madam Hooch said that Malfoy had been doing it wrong for years.

 

“Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard,” said Madam Hooch. “Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle-three-two-”

 

“Neville!” I said.

 

Neville had pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Hooch’s lips.

 

“Come back boy!” she shouted, but Neville was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle-twelve feet-twenty feet. His scared white face looked down at the ground falling away, saw him gasp, slip sideways off the broom and-

 

WHAM-a thud and a nasty crack and Neville lay facedown on the grass in a heap. His broomstick was still rising higher and higher, and started to drift lazily toward the Forbidden Forest and out of sight.

 

Madam Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his.

 

“Broken wrist,” I heard her mutter. “Come on boy-it’s all right, up you go.”

 

She turned to our class

 

“None of you is to move while I take this boy to the Hospital Wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you’ll be out of Hogwarts before you can say Quidditch. Come on dear.”

 

As soon as they were out of earshot, Malfoy burst in laughter.

 

“Did you see his face?” Draco said as he picked up Neville’s Remembrall on the ground.

 

“Give it here Malfoy,” I said at the same time as Harry. Everyone stopped talking.

 

“No, I think I’ll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find,” Draco said as he flew up into the air. “What’s the matter Potter and Carter? A bit out of your reach?”

 

“Mads. Harry. Don’t you dare,” Ron said.

 

I looked at Harry and we both nodded before mounting on our brooms and taking off after Malfoy.

 

“Give it here,” Harry called, “or I’ll knock you off that broom!”

 

“Oh yeah?” Malfoy said, trying to sound sneer.

 

“No Crabbe and Goyle up here to save your neck Malfoy,” I called.

 

“Catch it if you can then!” Malfoy shouted, and he threw the glass ball high into the air and streaked back toward the ground.

 

Harry leaned forward and pointed his broom handle down as I flew behind him. He gathered speed and stretched out his hand, catching it just in time to pull his broom straight. He threw it to me and we both toppled gently onto the grass.

 

“HARRY POTTER! MADISON CARTER!”


All credit for original characters and original plot goes to J.K. Rowling. I own only my OCs and select scenes that are not from the original series. Thank you, J.K. Rowling for writing this series and changing so many lives. Thank you all, for reading.



Chapter 5: Chapter 4
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My heart sank faster than Harry had just dived. Never did I think I would live to see Professor McGonagall running. 

 

“Never-in all my time at Hogwarts-”

 

Professor McGonagall was almost speechless, and her glasses flashed furiously, “-how dare you-might have broken your neck-”

 

“It wasn’t their fault, Professor-”

 

“Be quiet, Miss Patil-”

 

“But Malfoy-”

 

“That’s enough, Mr. Weasley. Potter, Carter, follow me, now,” Professor McGonagall said, finally catching her breath.

 

I caught sight of Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle’s triumphant faces as we left. 

 

We went up the front steps, up the marble staircase inside, and still Professor McGonagall hadn’t said a word to either of us. Harry and I shared nervous looks as she opened doors and marched along corridors.

 

Professor McGonagall stopped outside a classroom and opened the door, poking her head inside.

 

“Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, could I borrow Wood for a moment?” she asked.

 

At first I was confused about what Wood was but it turned out Wood was a person. He was a fifth-year boy who came out of Flitwick’s class looking as confused as Harry and I. After seeing him, I remembered Fred and George saying that he was the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain at Hogwarts.

 

“Follow me, you three,” said Professor McGonagall, and we marched up the corridor. Wood kept looking curiously at Harry and I.

 

Professor McGonagall pointed us into an empty classroom that was being occupied by Peeves, who was writing rude words on the blackboard.

 

“Out, Peeves!” she barked. Peeves threw the chalk into a bin and he swooped out cursing, making me grin. Professor McGonagall slammed the door behind him and turned to face us.

 

“Potter, Carter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood-I’ve found you a Seeker AND a Chaser.”

 

I saw Wood’s expression turn from puzzlement to delight.

 

“Are you serious, Professor?” he asked.

 

“Absolutely,” said Professor McGonagall crisply. “They’re a natural. I’ve never seen anything like it. Was that your first time on a broomstick, Potter? Carter?”

 

Harry nodded while I shook my head.

 

“I’ve played a couple times with my brothers whenever they need extra players,” I said and Professor McGonagall smiled.

 

I realized what was going on, but Harry still looked confused as ever.

 

“He caught that thing in his hand after a fifty-foot dive. Didn’t even scratch himself. Charlie Weasley couldn’t have done that,” McGonagall told Wood. “And when he passed it to her she caught it so gracefully while flying at a fast speed.”

 

Wood was now looking as though all of his dreams had come true.

 

“Ever seen a game of Quidditch, Potter?” he asked excitedly.

 

“Wood’s captain of the Gryffindor team,” Professor McGonagall explained.

 

“They’ve got just the build for a Seeker and Chaser too,” Wood said, now walking around Harry and I and staring at us. “Light-speedy-we’ll have to get them decent brooms Professor-a Nimbus Two Thousand or a Cleansweep Seven I’d say.”

 

“I shall speak to Professor Dumbledore and see if we can bend the first-year rule. Heaven knows, we need a better team than last year. Flattened in that last match by Slytherin, I couldn’t look Severus Snape in the face for weeks…” Professor McGonagall said and peered sternly over her glasses at Harry and I.

 

“I want to hear you’re training hard, or I may change my mind on punishing you two,” she said and then suddenly smiled.

_________

 

“You’re joking. Seeker? Chaser?” Ron asked. “But first years never make the house teams-you guys must be the youngest house players in about-”

 

“A century,” I said, eating my pie. “Wood told us.”

 

Ron just sat there and gaped at us.

 

“We start training next week,” said Harry. “Only don’t tell anyone, Wood wants to keep it a secret.”

 

“I got you,” said Ron. “Wow-”

 

“-Well done!” George said, coming over to us with Fred. “Wood’s just told us.”

 

“We’re on the team too-Beaters,” Fred explained to Harry.

 

“I tell you, we’re going to win that Quidditch cup for sure this year,” George said. “We haven’t won since Charlie left, but this year’s team is going to be brilliant. You must be good, Wood was almost skipping when he told us. Imagine how proud we were to find out that our little sister and her friend would be playing with us.”

 

I smiled before giving them both a small hug.

 

“Anyway, we’ve got to go, Lee Jordan reckons he’s found a new secret passageway out of the school,” Fred said.

 

“Bet it’s the one behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy that we found in our first week. See you,” they said before leaving.

 

Fred and George had hardly disappeared when someone far less pleasant decided to turn up.

 

“Having a last meal, Potter and Carter? When are you getting back on the train?” Malfoy said.

 

“You’re a lot braver now that you’re back on the ground and you’ve got your little friends with you,” I said. There was of course nothing at all little about Crabbe and Goyle, but as the High Table was full of teachers, neither of them could do more than crack their knuckles and scowl.

 

“I’d take you on anytime on my own,” said Malfoy. “Tonight, if you want. Wizard’s duel. Me and Potter. Wands only-no contact. What’s the matter? Never heard of a wizard’s duel before, I suppose?”

 

“Of course he has,” said Ron. “I’m his second, who’s yours?”

 

Malfoy looked at Crabbe and Goyle, sizing them up.

 

“Crabbe,” he said. “Midnight all right? We’ll meet you in the trophy room; that’s always unlocked.”

 

Malfoy and his gang had left, and the three of us looked at each other.

 

“What is a wizard’s duel?” said Harry. “And Ron, what do you mean that you’re my second?”

 

“Well a second’s there to take over if you die,” Ron said casually, getting started at last on his cold pie. Catching the look on Harry’s face he added quickly, “But people only die in proper duels, you know, with real wizards. The most you and Malfoy’ll be able to do is send sparks at each other. Neither of you knows enough magic to do any real damage. I be he expected you to refuse anyway.”

 

“And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?” Harry asked.

 

“Throw it away and punch him in the nose,” I suggested.

 

“Excuse me.”

 

I looked up to see that it was Hermione.

 

“I couldn’t help overhearing what you and Malfoy were saying-” she said.

 

“Bet you could,” Ron muttered.

 

“-and you mustn’t go wandering around the school at night, think of the points you’ll lose Gryffindor if you’re caught, and you’re bound to be. It’s really very selfish of you,” Hermione continued.

 

“And it’s really none of your business,” said Harry.

 

“Goodbye,” Ron said.

_________

 

At half past eleven, I met Harry and Ron downstairs. With them were Hermione and Neville.

 

“Madison, tell them not to go!” she pleaded.

 

“You and I both know that we can’t stop them at this rate,” I said.

 

“But what about Gryffindor?” she shrieked. “I don’t want Slytherin to win the House Cup and you’ll lose all the points I got from Professor McGonagall for knowing about Switching Spells.”

 

“Points can be earned again, Hermione,” I said.

 

Hermione scowled, and reluctantly followed us all the way to the Trophy Room. Ron looked at his watch and glared furiously at Hermione and Neville.

 

“He’s late!” Ron said in a loud whisper, making Harry and I turn to face him. “Maybe he’s chickened out.”

 

“I don’t know guys, this doesn’t seem right,” I said.

 

There was a noise in the next room.

 

“Sniff around, my sweet, they might be lurking in a corner,” I heard Filch say.

 

“Filch!” I hissed.

 

“They’re here somewhere,” Filch said to his cat. “Probably hiding.”

 

“This way!” Harry mouthed to us and we began to creep down a long gallery full of suits and armor. I could hear Filch getting nearer. Neville suddenly let out a frightened squeak and broke into a run-he tripped, grabbed Ron around the waist, and the pair of them toppled right a suit of armor.

 

The clanging and crashing were enough to wake the whole castle.

 

“RUN!” Harry yelled, and the five of us sprinted down the gallery, not looking back to see whether Filch was following. 

 

We swung around the doorpost and galloped down one corridor then another, Harry in the lead. We ripped through a tapestry and found ourselves in a hidden passageway. We hurtled along it and came out near our Charms classroom room, which was miles from the Trophy Room.

 

“I think we’ve lost them,” I said, panting. Harry leaned against the cold wall and wiped his forehead while Neville bent down, wheezing and spluttering.

 

“I-told-you!” Hermione gasped. “Malfoy must’ve tipped him off!”

 

“Nevermind that now,” said Ron. “We need to get back to Gryffindor tower as quickly as possible.”

 

“Let’s go,” Harry said.

 

We hadn’t made it that far down the corridor when Peeves came out of a classroom.

 

“Wandering around at midnight, Ickle Firsties? Tut, tut, tut. Naughty, naughty, you’ll get caughty,” Peeves said.

 

“Not if you don’t give us away Peeves, please,” Harry said.

 

“Should tell Filch, I should,” said Peeves in a saintly voice, but his eyes glittered wickedly. “It’s for your own good, you know.”

 

“Get out of the way,” snapped Ron, taking a swipe at Peeves-that was a big mistake.

 

“STUDENTS OUT OF BED!” Peeves bellowed, “STUDENTS OUT OF BED DOWN THE CHARMS CORRIDOR!”

 

“Thanks, Ron!” I hissed. We sprinted all the way down the corridor until we reached a locked room.

 

“That’s it!” Ron moaned. “We’re done for! This is the end.”

 

“Move,” I said, shoving him out of the way and taking out my wand. “Alohomora.”

 

I shoved them inside the open door, and we remained silent to listen for Filch.

 

“Which way did they go Peeves?” we heard him ask. “Quick, tell me.”

 

“Say please,” Peeves said.

 

“Don’t mess with me, Peeves, now where did they go?” Filch asked.

 

“Shan’t say nothing if you don’t say please,” Peeves cooed.

 

“All right-please,” Filch said.

 

“NOTHING, HAHA!” Peeves cackled. “Told you I wouldn’t say nothing if you didn’t say please! Ha! Ha! Hahaha! Haaaa!”

 

I could hear Peeves had flown away, and meanwhile Filch had let out a string of curse words and stepped down another corridor.

 

“Mads,” Hermione said, her voice cracking and her hand squeezing my arms.

 

I turned and almost screamed, seeing an enormous three headed dog was watching us with all six of its eyes, drool coming down its face.

 

“Holy shit,” I squeaked.

 

Harry pushed the door open and we all sprinted out after him, not stopping to rest until we reached the Gryffindor Common Room, where a very irritated Fat Lady let us inside.

 

“What are they playing at, keeping a dog like that in the school?” Ron wheezed. “It can hardly fit in that room and it probably needs exercise.”

 

“That’s what you’re worried about?” I croaked. “It had three mouths and there were five of us. They’d have had a nice meal.”

 

“Did you see what it was standing on?” Hermione asked.

 

“No, I was too busy looking at its teeth,” Harry said.

 

“It was standing on a trapdoor!” Hermione said. “It must be guarding something!”

 

Then she shook her head and scowled.

 

“I hope you’re all pleased with yourselves. We could have been killed or worse, expelled. I’m going to bed,” she said before heading up to our room.

 

I shrugged to Harry, Ron, and Neville, who also said goodnight and I headed upstairs wondering what the three-headed dog had been hiding.


All credit for original characters and original plot goes to J.K. Rowling. I own only my OCs and select scenes that are not from the original series. Thank you, J.K. Rowling for writing this series and changing so many lives. Thank you all, for reading.



Chapter 6: Chapter 5
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As the owls flooded into the Great Hall as usual, everyone’s attention was caught by two long, thin packages carried by twelve large owls. I couldn’t believe it when they soared down and dropped them right in front of Harry and I, knocking Harry’s bacon on the floor but he didn’t seem to care.

 

As they flew away, another owl dropped a letter on top of the two parcels.

 

“I bet it’s a broom,” Fred said.

 

“I second that,” Ron said.

 

“It’s obvious here. These are two brooms no doubt,” George said, grinning.

 

I opened the letter and read it with Harry next to me. We got lucky we didn’t open the parcel because it said:

 

DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE.

 

It contains your new Nimbus Two Thousands, but I don’t want everybody knowing the two of you got broomsticks or they’ll all want one. Oliver Wood will meet you two tonight on the Quidditch field at seven o’clock for your first training session.

 

Professor M. McGonagall

Harry, Ron, and I left the hall quickly, wanting to unwrap the broomsticks in private before our first class, but halfway across the entrance hall we found the way upstairs blocked by Crabbe and Goyle. Figures. Malfoy grabbed my package and felt it.

 

“That’s a broomstick,” he said, throwing it back to me with jealousy written all over him. “You’ll be in for it this time, first years aren’t allowed to have them.”

 

Ron just couldn’t resist.

 

”It’s not any old broomstick,” he said, “it’s a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you’ve got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty?” Ron grinned at Harry and I. “Comets look flashy, but they’re not in the same league as the Nimbus.”

 

“What would you know about it, Weasley? You couldn’t afford half the handle,” Malfoy snapped back. “I suppose you and your brothers have to save up twig by twig.”

 

Before Ron could answer, Professor Flitwick appeared at Malfoy’s elbow.

 

“Not arguing, I hope?” Professor Flitwick squeaked.

 

“Potter and Carter have been sent broomsticks Professor,” Malfoy said quickly.

 

“Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances. And what model is it?” Professor Flitwick asked us.

 

“A Nimbus Two Thousand sir,” Harry said. 

 

“And it’s really thanks to Malfoy here that we’ve got them,” I added with a smirk.

 

The three of us then headed upstairs trying not to laugh at a raging Malfoy.

_________

 

Around half past six, Harry and I gathered our brooms and made our way to the Quidditch pitch.

 

I was too eager to fly again to wait for Wood so I mounted my broomstick and kicked off the ground. Harry seemed to feel the same cause he started flying and took a few laps in the air until Wood finally showed up.

 

“Hey, Potter, Carter, come down!” Wood yelled.

 

He was carrying a large wooden crate under his arm. Harry and I landed on each side of him. 

 

“Very nice,” Wood said, his eyes glinting. “I see what McGonagall meant… you two really are a natural. I’m just going to be teaching the rules this evening, then you’ll be joining team practice three times a week.”

 

Wood opened the crate. Inside were the four different-sized balls. Harry’s eyes widened while I grinned.

 

“Now, Quidditch is easy enough to understand, even if it’s not too easy to play,” Wood said. “Now, Carter, I’m sure that you’ve already heard all of this from the Weasley boys but I’m still gonna go over all of it to help Harry. There are seven players on each side. Three of them are called Chasers. Mads is going to be one.”

 

Harry grinned to me, “Three Chasers. Got it.”

 

“We’re in charge of the quaffle,” I said. “We throw it to each other and try to score a goal by chucking it into one of the hoops. Each goal scores us ten points.”

 

“So-that’s sort of like basketball on broomsticks with six hoops, isn’t it?” Harry said.

 

“What’s basketball?” Wood and I asked.

 

“Nevermind,” Harry said quickly. “I’ll tell you later.”

 

“Right,” Wood said uncertainly. “Now there’s another player on each side called the Keeper-I’m the Keeper for Gryffindor. I have to fly around our hoops and try to stop the other team from scoring.”

 

“Three Chasers, one Keeper, and they play with the Quaffle,” Harry said. “Okay got it. So what are they for?” He pointed at the three balls left inside the box.

 

“I’ll show you now,” said Wood. “Take this.” 

 

He handed Harry and I a small club, a bit like a short baseball bat.

 

“These two are the Bludgers. I’m going to show you what they do” Wood said.

 

Wood took one out and it soared straight up into the air. As it came back down I hit it forcefully and sent it zigzagging in the air, then it shot at Wood, who dived on top of it and managed to pin it into the ground.

 

“See?” Wood panted, forcing the struggling Bludger back into the crate and strapped it down safely. “The Bludgers rocket around, trying to knock players off their brooms. That’s why you have two Beaters on each team-the Weasley twins are ours- it’s their job to protect their side from the Bludgers and try to knock them toward the other team. Got all that?”

 

“Yeah,” Harry said. “Have the Bludgers ever killed someone?”

 

“Never at Hogwarts,” Wood said, which made Harry gulp. “We’ve had a couple broken jaws but nothing worse than that.”

 

Harry looked at me and winced, making me laugh and pat his shoulder.

 

“Now the last member of the team is the Seeker. That’s you. And you don’t have to worry about the Quaffle or the Bludgers-”

 

“-unless they crack my head open,” Harry said quickly.

 

“Don’t worry, the Weasleys are more than a match for the Bludgers-I mean, they’re like a pair of human Bludgers, themselves,” Wood said and I grinned.

 

Wood reached into the crate and took out the Golden Snitch and handed it to Harry.

 

“This is the Golden Snitch,” he said. “It’s the most important ball out of all these here. It’s very hard to catch due to its speed and it being so small. Your job is to catch it. You’ll be needing to weave in and out of Chasers, Beaters, Bludgers, and Quaffle to get it before the other team’s Seeker because whichever Seeker catches the Snitch wins his team an extra hundred and fifty points, so they nearly always win. That’s why Seekers get fouled so much. A game of Quidditch can only end when the Snitch is caught, which means that some can go on for ages.”

 

“I think Charlie said the record is three months,” I said.

 

“Three months?” Harry asked, his voice slightly high pitched. “But how-”

 

“They kept bringing in substitutes to let the players sleep,” I said.

 

“Wow,” Harry said.

 

“Well, that’s it-any questions?” Wood asked.

 

Harry shook his head.

 

“We won’t practice with the Snitch yet,” said Wood carefully shutting it back inside the crate. “It’s too dark, we might lose it. Let’s try you out with a few of these.”

 

He pulled out a bag of ordinary golf balls out of his pocket and a few minutes later, we were all up in the air. Harry didn’t miss a single one and would then toss them to me as I flew around, returning the golf balls to Wood. The three of us practiced until it was too dark to continue.

 

“That Quidditch cup will have our name on it this year,” said Wood happily as we walked back up to the Castle.

_________

 

“Now don’t forget that nice wrist movement we’ve been practicing!” squeaked Professor Flitwick, perched on top of his pile of books as usual. “Swish and Flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the magic words properly is very important too-never forget Wizard Baruffio, who said ‘s’ instead of ‘f’ and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest.”

 

I concentrated hard and was able to hold onto my feather for a little before it fell back down on my desk. Ron, at the table next to me, wasn’t that lucky.

 

Wingardium Leviosa!” he shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill.

 

“You’re saying it wrong,” I heard Hermione snap. “It’s Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the ‘gar’ nice and long.”

 

“You do it then, if you’re so clever,” Ron said.

 

Hermione rolled up her sleeves and flicked her wand saying, “Wingardium Leviosa!”

 

The feather rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their heads.

 

“Oh, well done!” cried Professor Flitwick, clapping. “Everyone see here, Miss Granger’s done it!”

 

Everyone began to clap, however Ron was in a very bad mood at the end of class.

 

“It’s a wonder no one can stand her. She’s a nightmare, honestly,” Ron said.

 

As if on cue, Hermione hurried past us with tears in her eyes.

 

“I think she heard you,” Harry said quietly.

 

“So?” Ron snapped. “She must’ve noticed she’s got no friends.”

 

“It was still an awful thing to say,” I said coldly, leaving the boys to go searching for Hermione who I found in a deserted corridor.

 

“Hermione,” I said softly.

 

“I’m fine. Go away,” she said quickly.

 

“No you’re not Hermione. What’s wrong?” I said.

 

“I’m not doing it on purpose,” she cried. “He doesn’t understand how glad I am to be here, in a world of magic! It’s not my fault, I’m just trying to help. It’s not my fault that I want to succeed. I’m an oddball here and I need to prove myself…”

 

I sat down next to her and wrapped my arms around her.

 

“He can understand that, believe it or not,” I said. “He’s always trying to live up to his brother’s legacies. He’s just a silly boy, Hermione. Who cares what they say? You’re brilliant and you’re going to succeed.”

 

She wiped her tears again as the bell rang.

 

“I don’t want to go to class,” she mumbled.

 

“I’ll stay with you,” I said. “Just let me go tell someone where I’ll be in case our Professor asks.”

 

I got up slowly and left my books there so Hermione knew I wouldn’t abandon her. As I walked down the corridor I noticed that Harry was standing alone looking at me as I walked up to him.

 

“Hey, can you tell Professor Binns that I won’t be in class? If he ask just tell him I’m helping out a friend?” I asked him.

 

He nodded, “I talked to Ron. I think he feels bad.”

 

“He should, he needs to watch his mouth and not judge someone before he gets to know them. Thanks for talking to him Harry,” I said.

 

“No problem. I should head back to class and I’ll let Professor Binns know,” he said before hugging me and heading to class.

I returned to Hermione, “Hey, do you wanna go to the common room? It’s more comfortable there.”

 

“Yes,” she replied.

 

By dinner Hermione was feeling a lot better however she still insisted that she didn’t want to see Ron, so we went to the bathroom near the Great Hall to clean up our faces.

 

“You’ll need to see him eventually Hermione,” I said.

 

“Not today though,” she said. “But when I see him-I’m going to snap at him for what he said.”

 

“That’s my girl!” I agreed. “Let him know he can’t talk about you like that.”

 

There was a low growl, and Hermione and I suddenly looked up. A troll was standing by the doorway, slowly walking towards us but it didn’t look like it had seen us yet.

 

“Stay calm, stay calm,” I whispered. “Don’t make a sound, move that way….when he passes we’ll run out.”

 

But instead Hermione let out a loud scream and the troll looked up, now knowing that we were there.

 

I scrambled up, with Hermione clutching my arm, and we ran to the end of the bathroom. The troll began to come toward us, knocking down the sink with its club.

 

Then suddenly, Harry and Ron were behind the troll.

 

The troll turned and growled, now walking towards Harry.

 

“MOVE!” he yelled at us. I tried to drag Hermione away from the wall but she was too stiff.

 

The shouting and the echoes seemed to be driving the troll crazy. It roared again and started toward Ron, who was nearest and had no escape. 

 

Harry took a great running jump and managed to fasten his arms around the troll’s neck from behind. I noticed that Harry’s wand had gone straight up the troll’s nose.

 

Howling with pain, the troll twisted and flailed its club with Harry hanging on for dear life.

 

I let go of Hermione who was now sitting on the floor in fright and said the first spell that came to my head, “Wingardium Leviosa!”

 

The club flew out of the troll’s hand, rose high into the air, and then dropped onto the troll’s head. The troll swayed to a stop and fell with a thud that made the whole room tremble.

 

“Harry, are you hurt?” I cried.

 

“I’m fine,” he said. Ron walked over, holding Harry’s wand, which was now covered in troll boogers.

 

“That’s disgusting,” I said.

 

Then the door burst open and Snape, McGonagall, and Quirrel walked in.

 

McGonagall moved her mouth but no sound came out, while Quirrel took one look at the troll and let out a small whimper. Her lips were white, and she looked furious.

 

“What on earth were you thinking of?” she finally said, with fury in her voice. “You’re lucky you weren’t killed. Why aren’t you in your dormitory?”

 

“Please, Professor McGonagall-they were looking for me,” Hermione said, quietly.

 

“Miss Granger!” said Professor McGonagall.

 

“I went looking for the troll because I-I thought I could deal with it on my own-you know, because I’ve read all about them.” she said. “If they hadn’t found me, I’d be dead now. It was about to finish me off when they arrived.”

 

I didn’t understand why Hermione didn't tell the truth. There wasn’t anything wrong with saying that we were in the bathroom and unaware about a troll being in the castle. Ron on the other hand dropped his wand.

 

“Well-in that case… Miss Granger, you foolish girl, how could you think of tackling a mountain troll on your own? Five points will be taken from Gryffindor for this. I’m very disappointed in you,” said Professor McGonagall. “If you’re not hurt at all, you’d better get off to Gryffindor tower. Students are finishing the feast in their houses.”

 

Hermione walked out, and Professor McGonagall turned to us.

 

“Well, I still say you were lucky, not many first years could have taken on a full-grown mountain troll. You each win Gryffindor five points. Professor Dumbledore will be informed of this. You three may go,” she said.

 

We hurried out of the chamber and didn’t say anything until we couldn’t hear the smell of the troll.

 

“We should’ve gotten more than fifteen points,” Ron grumbled.

 

“Ten, you mean, once she’s taken off Hermione’s,” Harry said.

 

“Good of her to get us out of trouble like that,” Ron admitted. “Mind you, we did save her.”

 

“None of this would’ve happened Ron if you had just stopped acting stupid and listened to her when she was trying to help you in Charms,” I snapped, making him shut up

 

We reached the portrait of the Fat Lady and entered the common room. Hermione was standing alone by the door waiting for us. While Ron apologized to Hermione and heard her out, Harry and I went to get some food.

 

“Thank you for coming to save us, you didn’t have to…” I said, quietly.

 

“I wasn’t gonna let you and Hermione face that thing on your own. Besides I wanted to make sure you were okay,” Harry said.

 

“That was sweet of you. Thanks Harry,” I said, smiling.

 

“Anytime,” he said, smiling back at me.

_________

 

“You’ve got to eat something.”

 

“I don’t want anything.”

 

“Just a bit of toast,” pleaded Hermione.

 

“I’m not hungry.”

 

“Harry, you really need to eat something,” I said.

 

“Harry, you need your strength,” said Seamus Finnigan. “Seekers are always the ones who get clobbered by the other team.”

 

“Thanks Seamus,” Harry mumbled.

 

By eleven o’clock the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch.

 

“Okay men,” Oliver Wood said.

 

“And women,” said Angelina Johnson, another Chaser.

 

“And women,” Wood agreed. “This is it.”

 

“The big one,” said Fred.

 

“The one we’ve all been waiting for,” George added.

 

“We know Oliver’s speech by heart,” Fred told Harry and I.

 

“Shut up, you two,” said Wood. “We’re going to win. I know it.”

 

Then he glared at us.

 

“Right. It’s time. Good luck, all of you,” he said.

 

We stepped out into the bright light and I used my hand to cover my eyes, trying to prevent myself from becoming blind.

 

I wasn’t nervous. I knew what to do. I’d wanted this since Charlie taught me how to ride a broom. Harry on the other hand, looked like he was about to faint.

 

“It’s going to be fine,” I whispered to him as Madam Hooch ordered us to mount our brooms.

 

He gave me a small smile and I grinned, turning to face the Slytherin team.

 

The whistle was blown and I shot up into the air with the other thirteen people on the field.

 

“And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor,” Lee Jordan said. “What an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive too-”

 

“JORDAN!” Professor McGonagall snapped.

 

“Sorry Professor,” he said.

 

“And she’s really belting up there, a neat pass to Katie Bell, pass to Madison Carter, back to Johnson-no the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes… Flint flying like an eagle up there-Excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood. The Gryffindors take the Quaffle, that’s Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice pass to Madison Carter, nice dice around Flint, up on the field and-OUCH-that must’ve hurt….”

 

I felt my shoulder vibrating after one of the Slytherin’s Beaters aimed a Bludger right at me.

 

“-Quaffle taken by the Slytherins, that’s Adrian Pucey speeding off towards the goal posts, but he’s blocked by a second Bludger-sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can’t tell which-nice play by the Gryffindor Beater anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes-she’s really flying-dodges a speeding Bludger-the goal posts are ahead-come on now, Angelina-Keeper Bletchley dives-misses-GRYFFINDORS SCORE!”

 

I cheered loudly with the rest of the Gryffindors, high fiving Angelina as she passed me.

 

“-Pucey in possession of the Quaffle now, speeding down the pitch, ducks two bludgers, two Weasleys, Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the-wait a moment-was that the Snitch?”

 

I didn’t have time to check because it gave me a clear shot to score.

 

“GRYFFINDOR SCORE!” Lee screamed. “Amazing goal by the first year, Madison Carter! Twenty nil Gryffindor!”

 

As Bletchley passed Pucey the Quaffle I turned to see Harry was racing Slytherin’s Seeker for the Snitch. Then suddenly, Marcus Flint dove right in front of Harry, and Harry’s broom spun off course, nearly knocking him off.

 

“That’s a foul!” I yelled, along with the other Gryffindors.

 

Madam Hooch spoke to Flint and then ordered a free shot at the goal posts for Gryffindor. Angelina took it, scoring, making it thirty nil Gryffindor. Lee Jordan on the other hand was having a hard time not picking sides.

 

“So-after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating-”

 

“Jordan!” growled Professor McGonagall.

 

“I mean, after that open and revolting foul-”

 

“Jordan, I’m warning you-”

 

“All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I’m sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Bell, who puts it away with no trouble, and we continue to play, Gryffindor still in possession.”

 

I caught the Quaffle as Angelina threw it and successfully dodged Flint, who seemed determined to knock me off my broom. I swerved passed one of their Chasers, about to throw and probably score when out of nowhere a Bludger slammed into my side and made me drop the Quaffle, hurting my shoulder even more.

 

“Slytherin in possession-Flint with the Quaffle-passes Johnson-passes Bell-hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose-only joking, Professor-Slytherin scores-oh no….”

 

I whipped around and saw Harry was dangling from his broom, holding it with his one arm.

 

There was a loud yelp and I turned to the stands to see Snape standing up on one of the bleacher seats, fire on his robes. Harry was able to jump up onto his broom.

 

Suddenly, Harry was speeding toward the ground and clapped his hand to his mouth looking like he was about to be sick.

 

“He’s got the Snitch!” Lee roared into the microphone.

 

“Harry you’re supposed to catch it with your hands, not swallow it,” I said laughing as I helped him back up.

 

I hugged him once he had gained his balance while everyone began to celebrate except the Slytherins.

 

“You did really good,” I said to him.

 

“I couldn’t have done it without my best friend,” He said with a smile. “We should get you to the Hospital Wing. It looks like your shoulder is dislocated. Can’t have our future star Chaser getting injured”

 

Despite me telling him that I was fine, we made our way back to the castle with Harry’s arm around my shoulder.


All credit and for original characters and original plot goes to J.K. Rowling. I own only my OCs and select scenes that are not from the original series. Thank you, J.K. Rowling for writing this series and changing so many lives. Thank you all, for reading.



Chapter 7: Chapter 6
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“It was Snape. Hermione and I saw him. He was cursing Harry’s broomstick, muttering, he wouldn’t take his eyes off of you,” Ron explained.

 

The four of us had gone back to Hagrid’s hut after Harry and I returned from the Hospital Wing for tea.

 

“Hold on. Say it again slowly,” I said.

 

“Snape. Cursed. Harry,” Ron said.

 

“I don’t believe this. Yes, Snape is cruel to Harry but he would never do that especially with Dumbledore watching-this can’t be true. I’m sorry Ron,” I said.

 

“Rubbish,” Hagrid agreed. “Why would Snape do somethin’ like that?”

 

“Fine don’t believe us,” Ron said, frustrated.

 

“You don’t have enough evidence to prove it!” I shrieked. “When you can prove me wrong, then let me know, and I might just believe you.”

 

Harry looked like he was debating on saying something until he finally spoke up.

 

“I found out something about him,” he told Hagrid. “He tried to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween. It bit him. We think he was trying to steal whatever it’s guarding.”

 

Hagrid dropped his teapot.

 

“How do you know about Fluffy?” he asked.

 

“Fluffy? That thing has a name?” I said.

 

“Yeah-he’s mine-bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las’ year-I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the-”

 

“Yes?” Harry asked, looking eager.

 

“Now, don’t ask me anymore,” Hagrid said. “That’s top secret, that is.”

 

“But, Snape’s trying to steal it,” Hermione said.

 

“Rubbish,” Hagrid repeated. “Snape’s a Hogwarts teacher, he’d do nothin’ of the sort.”

 

“So why did he just try to kill Harry?” cried Ron.

 

“He didn’t try to kill Harry!” I said, annoyed.

 

“I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid, I’ve read all about them!” Hermione said. Of course she did, I thought. “You’ve got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn’t blinking at all, I saw him!”

 

“I’m tellin’ yeh, yer wrong!” said Hagrid hotly. “I don’ know why Harry’s broom acted like that, but Snape wouldn’ try an’ kill a student! Now, listen to me, all four of yeh-yer meddlin’ in things that don’ concern yeh. It’s dangerous. You forget that dog, an’ you forget what it’s guardin’, that’s between Professor Dumbledore an’ Nicolas Flamel-”

 

“Aha!” said Harry, “so there’s someone called Nicolas Flamel involved, is there?”

 

I covered my face with my hands. Great, one more thing to add to their list.

_________

 

On Christmas morning, I woke up and sprinted to Harry and Ron’s room. Hermione had gone home to spend the holidays with her parents, reminding us to look up more about Nicolas Flamel while she was gone. I opened the door and ran to Harry’s bed, shaking him awake. Ron, on the other hand, was already wide awake with excitement.

 

“Wha-Mads?” Harry asked, putting his glasses on and nearly poking his eye out.

 

“Good morning!” I said. “Merry Christmas!”

 

“Mmm Merry Christmas to you too,” he said, rolling out of bed. He looked at the end of his bed and his eyes widened.

 

“What?” I asked.

 

“I’ve got presents!” he said in complete awe.

 

“What did you expect, turnips?” Ron asked.

 

Harry didn’t respond. Instead he picked up his first gift that was wrapped in thick brown paper.

 

“That’s friendly,” said Harry.

 

Ron was fascinated by what Harry had in his hand.

 

“Weird!” he said, “What a shape! This is money?”

 

“You can keep it,” Harry said amused. “Hagrid and my aunt and uncle-so who sent these?”

 

“I think I know who that one’s from,” I said, pointing to the very lumpy parcel. Ron turned pink.

 

“My mom. I told her you didn’t expect any presents and-oh, no,” Ron groaned, “she’s made you a Weasley sweater.”

 

Harry tore open the parcel to find a thick, hand-knitted sweater in emerald green and a large box of homemade fudge.

 

As he put the stuff Mrs. Weasley had gotten him on his bed, a silvery gray, fluid, cloth poured out of a parcel and landed on the floor in gleaming folds. Ron and I gasped loudly.

 

“No way!” Ron shrieked.

 

“If it’s what I think it is….they’re really rare and really valuable, Harry,” I said.

 

“What is it?” Harry asked.

 

“I’m sure that’s an Invisibility Cloak, mate!” Ron said. “Try it on!”

 

Harry threw the Cloak over his shoulders and we gaped at him.

 

“His head is just floating!” I said, rolling on the floor laughing.

 

“There’s a note!” Ron said. “A note fell out!”

 

Harry threw off the Cloak and seized the letter, reading it aloud. “‘Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you. Use it well. A very Merry Christmas to you’ No signature on it!”

 

“That was your dad’s?” I asked.

 

“Seems so,” Harry said. 

 

Before any of us could say anything, Fred and George burst in with two packages in their hands.

 

“Merry Christmas!” Fred said. “Mads here’s yours… Mum sent this one for you Ron, and I see Harry has already found his.”

 

He tossed one package to me and I tore it open.

 

“I love it!” I said, holding up a dark purple sweater with a golden ‘M’ on it and then quickly putting it on.

 

“Why aren’t you wearing yours, Ron?” Fred asked. “Come on, get it on, they’re lovely and warm….”

 

“I hate maroon,” Ron groaned as he pulled the sweater over his head.

 

“What is all this noise?” Percy asked from the door, coming in with his Weasley sweater tucked under his arm.

 

The twins jumped up and seized the sweater, forcing it over his head.

 

“P is for prefect,” George said. “Get it on, Percy, come on, we’re all wearing ours, even Harry got one.”

 

“I don’t want-” Percy protested as his glasses knocked off his face.

 

“And you’re not sitting with the prefects today, either,” Fred said. “Christmas is a time for family.”

 

After a glorious breakfast we all went outside for a snowball fight. Then, cold and wet, we returned to the fire in the Gryffindor common room, where Harry broke in his new chest set losing horribly to Ron. In his defense though, Percy kept trying to help him which I’m pretty sure just made it worse.

 

I was sitting on the couch when Harry came over to sit next to me.

 

“I got this for you, Mads,” Harry said, handing me a box.

 

I opened it and inside was a picture of Harry and I after we had won the match.

 

“I love it, Harry. Thank you,” I said, with a soft smile and gave him a hug.

 

I sat back down and fell asleep on the couch until something moving had woken me up.

 

“Harry?” I asked, seeing him creep across the common room. “What are you doing?”

 

“I wanted to try out my father’s cloak,” he said, walking over to me.

 

“Oh, okay. I’m sorry for bugging you. I should probably head back to my room-”

 

“Actually, Mads, will you come with me?” he asked and I smiled, nodding.

 

We climbed through the portrait hole.

 

“Who’s there?” the Fat Lady squawked, but Harry and I said nothing walking quickly down the corridor.

 

“Where do you wanna go?” I whispered.

 

I got my answer when Harry walked into the library heading toward the Restricted Section. The library was pitch-black and very eerie. Harry lit a lamp so that way we could see where we were going along the rows of books.

 

After Harry held up the lamp to read some of the titles, he set it down carefully on the floor. We started to open some books when the book in Harry’s hand started screaming. Harry snapped it shut, stumbling backwards and knocking over the lamp which went out at once.

 

Harry shoved the book back on one of the shelves and we ran for it. We passed Filch in the doorway and slipped through his outstretched arms.

 

We stopped in front of a tall suit of armor and I realized that we had been so focused on escaping we didn’t know where we were. I knew there was a suit of armor that was near the kitchens, but we must’ve been many floors above there.

 

“You asked me to come directly to you, Professor, if anyone was wandering around at night, and somebody’s been in the library-Restricted Section.”

 

“Filch,” I hissed. I could hear his voice getting closer to us.

 

“The Restricted Section? Well, they can’t be far, we’ll catch them,” I heard Snape say.

 

I noticed a classroom door was open.

 

“Harry, come on,” I said.

 

I gently pushed the door open, and as soon as we were inside I took off the Cloak and closed the door carefully.

 

On the opposite side of the room was a large mirror.

 

It was as tall as the ceiling, as wide as six people standing side by side. It was lined with gold across it’s frame. On the top was carved an inscription that read “Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.”

 

“What does that say?” Harry asked. “I don’t recognize that language.”

 

“Hold on,” I said. “Erised. That-that’s desire spelled backwards. Maybe the rest of it is backwards as well…”

 

I read it for a moment and grinned.

 

“It’s all just a sentence backwards,” I said. “With the spaces rearranged. I think it says ‘I show not your face but your heart’s desire.’ Yes… I think that’s it.”

 

“That does make sense,” Harry said. “Shall we take a look?”

 

I nodded and walked closer to look into the mirror.

 

“It does show our heart’s desires,” I said quietly.

 

“What do you see?” Harry asked.

 

I smiled, “I see my parents. Mom….Dad….” I could feel my eyes starting to water.

 

My mother waved at me, then blew a kiss. She was holding in her arms what looked to be a baby, wrapped in a blue blanket. My younger brother. My father’s arm was wrapped around her, grinning at me. Instantly more people were beginning to appear. People of all types. I recognized most of them from the pictures that the Weasleys had given me.

 

The entire Carter family was in the mirror, some smiling, some dancing, some laughing, but all were there, looking at me happily with pride.

 

“Wow,” I sighed, touching the mirror softly with my hand. My heart’s deepest desire was my family.

 

Then out of the side of the mirror more people began to stream in. It was the Weasleys and the Potters, all smiling and waving at the Carters, who moved to make space for them in the mirror. Harry’s figure in the mirror came forward to stand next to my parents, holding his hand out as if he wanted me to join them in the mirror. I pressed my palm against his in the mirror, stifling a sob.

 

“Mads?” Harry whispered from behind me. My lips were trembling and I turned to face him.

 

“My family, Harry,” I whispered. “My family-they’re all there. Come on, your turn.”

 

I stepped back and he stepped forward, giving me a small smile.

 

Harry smiled slightly.

 

“Mom?” he whispered. “Dad?”

 

“What do you see?” I asked.

 

“My family, all of the Potters. They’re here,” he said. He pressed his hands flat against the glass like he wanted to fall through it and touch them.

 

I came closer and sat next to him, gazing into the mirror. I leaned on Harry’s shoulder sighing loudly.

 

“We should bring Ron here, he should see this,” I said. “Thank you for letting me come with you.”

 

“Anytime,” Harry said, softly. “It’s nice having someone that understands, you know, what it’s like.”

 

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I wish I could remember them,” I said with a small smile. “We should probably go back.”

 

“Yeah,” Harry said. 

 

We got up slowly and put the Cloak back on. I grabbed Harry’s hand, feeling safer. He moved his hand so that his fingers laced with mine, making me glad that it was dark so he wouldn’t see my cheeks turn pink.

 

The following night we returned back to the room, but this time Ron was with us.

 

We pushed the door open and dropped Cloak on the ground. Harry ran to the mirror.

 

“See?” Harry whispered.

 

“I can’t see anything. I only see you,” Ron said.

 

“Harry I think it can only be one person standing in front of the mirror for it to work,” I said.

 

Harry turned to sit next to me as Ron moved to stand in front of the mirror. Ron was staring at his transfixed image.

 

“Look at me!” he said.

 

“What do you see?” Harry asked.

 

“I’m alone-but I’m different-I look older-and I’m head boy!” Ron said. “I’m wearing the badge like Bill used to-and I’m holding the house cup and the Quidditch cup-I’m Quidditch captain too!”

 

As Ron continued to look at the mirror in awe I explained to Harry quietly how Ron was always competing to be better than his brother.

 

“He’s grown up in the shadow of his brothers his whole life. Remember on the train ride here when he started to look gloomy when you asked about them?” I explained.

 

“Yeah, I remember. I never realized his brothers' success affected him that much,” said Harry.

 

“I think being constantly reminded of their accomplishments, mainly by his parents, made him want to achieve more than any of them,” I said.

 

The night after that, I returned to the mirror alone, and sat in front of it, smiling the entire time as tears began to roll down my cheek. The figures couldn’t speak to me, but they could do funny things that made me laugh.

 

“Enjoying it?”

 

I whipped around to see Dumbledore was standing by the door.

 

“It’s beautiful,” I said.

 

Dumbledore came closer, observing the mirror as if he hoped to catch some sort of glimpse of what appeared when I looked into it.

 

“The Mirror will be moved to a new home tomorrow. I ask you not to come back looking for it again. You AND Harry. If you ever do come across it, you will now be prepared. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that,” Dumbledore said.

 

“I don’t dwell on dreams,” I mumbled. “I just wanted to see what I could’ve had. I think about it all the time. I was going to be an older sister.”

 

“I’m sure you do, it is very hard to lose both parents at such a young age,” Dumbledore said. “But I see them in you in many ways, Madison. They are proud of you and who you will become, including your younger sibling.”

 

I stood up.

 

“Professor Dumbledore? Can I ask you something?”

 

“Obviously, you’ve just done so,” Dumbledore smiled.

 

“What do you see when you look in the mirror?” I asked curiously.

 

“I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks,” he replied.

 

I stared at him.

 

“One can never have enough socks,” said Dumbledore. “Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a single pair. People will always insist on giving me books.”

 

Realizing that Dumbledore was probably not saying the truth, I followed him out and he led me back to the common room. My last thought being my family as I fell into a peaceful sleep.


All credit for original characters and original plot goes to J.K. Rowling. I own only my OCs and select scenes that are not from the original series. Thank you, J.K. Rowling for writing this series and changing so many lives. Thank you all, for reading.



Chapter 8: Chapter 7
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Once the term restarted, I was back to skimming through books for ten minutes whenever I had a break. Harry and I had even less time than the other two because Quidditch practice had started again.

 

Wood was working the team harder than ever. Even the endless rain that had replaced the snow couldn’t dampen his Quidditch spirit.

 

During one of our many wet and muddy practices, Wood gave us bad news. He was very angry with the twins because they kept dive-bombing each other and pretending to fall off their brooms.

 

“Will you stop messing around!” Wood yelled. “That’s exactly the sort of thing that’ll lose us the match! Snape’s refereeing this time, and he’ll be looking for any excuse to knock points off of Gryffindor!”

 

This time George really did fall off of his broom.

 

“Snape’s refereeing?” he spluttered through a mouthful of mud. “He’s not going to be fair if we might overtake Slytherin.”

 

The rest of us landed next to George to complain too.

 

“It’s not my fault,” said Wood. “We’ve just got to make sure we play a clean game, so Snape hasn’t got an excuse to pick on us.”

 

After practice, I hung back to talk to Angelina and Katie like usual.

 

“Has Snape ever refereed a match before?” I asked.

 

“I think he did once last year and then once when I was a first year,” Angelina said.

 

“I still can’t believe he’s actually refereeing,” said Katie. “When has Snape ever shown any interest in Quidditch except when Slytherin won the Quidditch cup last year?”

 

“He never has. I think Wood said he heard that Snape volunteered to referee this match,” Angelina said.

 

“Great,” I muttered as I left the locker room.

 

I returned to the common room and saw Harry already explaining to Ron and Hermione what Wood said at practice.

 

“Don’t play.”

 

“Say you’re ill.”

 

“Pretend to break your leg.”

 

“REALLY break your leg.”

 

“I can’t,” said Harry. “There isn’t a reserve Seeker. If I back out, Gryffindor can’t play at all.”

 

“For the last time,” I said, starting to get annoyed, “Snape is NOT trying to kill Harry.”

 

“How do you explain Snape’s sudden desire to referee a Quidditch match then?” Harry said.

 

“Angelina told me that Snape has refereed matches before,” I said. “Harry it’s going to be fine.”

 

Hermione and Ron looked at me and shook their heads.

 

“You’re not helping!” I shrieked. “Look, if Snape wanted to kill Harry he wouldn’t have done it in an obvious way. If anything he would slip a potion into your pumpkin juice.”

 

“But it doesn’t make sense for anyone else to have been doing it!” Hermione cried.

 

“It does, actually,” I said. “You don’t know who else has it in for Harry. Just because they’re nice doesn’t mean that they truly want everything to turn out alright for him.”

 

At that moment, Neville toppled into the common room from the portrait hole with his legs locked into what looked like a Leg-Locker Curse. He probably had to bunny hop all the way up to Gryffindor tower.

 

Everyone fell over laughing while I got up and performed the countercurse. Neville’s legs sprang apart and he got up, his feet trembling.

 

“What happened?” I asked, leading him over to sit with us.

 

“Malfoy,” Neville said shakily. “I met him outside the library. He said he’d been looking for someone to practice that on.”

 

“Go to Professor McGonagall!” Hermione urged Neville. “Report him!”

 

Neville just shook his head.

 

“I don’t want more trouble,” he mumbled.

 

“You’ve got to stand up to him Neville!” said Ron. “He’s used to walking all over people, but that’s no reason to lie down in front of him and make it easier.”

 

“There’s no need to tell me I’m not brave enough to be in Gryffindor, Malfoy’s already done that,” Neville choked out.

 

Harry grabbed something in his pocket and gave it to Neville, who looked like he was about to cry.

 

“You’re worth twelve of Malfoy,” Harry said. “The Sorting Hat chose you for Gryffindor, didn’t it? And where’s Malfoy? In stinking Slytherin.”

 

This definitely cheered up Neville a little bit because he showed a weak smile.

 

“Thanks Harry… I think I’ll go to bed….D’you want the card back, you collect them, don’t you?”

 

Neville walked away and handed Harry back the card he had given him.

 

“Dumbledore again,” Harry said. “He was the first one I ever-”

 

Harry gasped, looked down at the back of his card, and then looked back up at Ron, Hermione, and I.

 

“I found him!” he whispered. “I found Flamel! I told you I’d read his name somewhere before, I read it on the train coming-listen to this: ‘Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon’s blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel’!”

 

Hermione jumped to her feet, looking excited.

 

“Stay there!” she said and sprinted up to our room, coming back with an enormous old book in her hand.

 

“I got this out of the library weeks ago for a bit of light reading,” she whispered.

 

“Light?” Ron said.

 

Hermione ignored him as she flipped through the pages.

 

“Nicolas Flamel,” she whispered dramatically, “is the only known maker of the Sorcerer’s Stone!”

 

“The what?” said Harry and Ron.

 

“The stone can transform any metal into gold and produces the Elixir of Life, which makes the drinker immortal,” I explained. “That’s brilliant Hermione! The dog must be guarding Flamel’s Sorcerer’s Stone!”

 

“A stone that makes gold and stops you from ever dying!” said Ron. “No wonder Snape’s after it! Anyone would want it.”

 

“I’m going to play in the match,” Harry said randomly. “If I don’t, all the Slytherins will think I’m just too scared to face Snape. I’ll show them…. It’ll really wipe the smiles off their faces if we win.”

 

“That’s the spirit-” I began.

 

“-As long as we’re not wiping you off the field,” Hermione said, which made me frown at her.

 

The game of course went just fine and Harry managed to catch the Snitch only a few minutes into the game before either team had a chance to score.

 

Harry jumped off of his broom and grinned at me, holding up the Snitch for me to see.

 

“What did I tell you?” I said laughing. “Great job!”

 

I flew down to where he was and gave him a quick hug as the Gryffindors began to pour down the stands to lift Harry above their shoulders and cheer loudly.

 

After some more celebrating, I joined the rest of the team in the locker room.

 

“I am momunterally proud,” Wood said, gripping Harry’s shoulders. “You’ve done something incredible, thank you.”

 

I grinned as Wood pulled Harry into a tight hug.

 

“Reckon he’s better than Charlie?” Fred asked me.

 

“Nah,” I said. “Not yet. Charlie was spectacular, he could’ve played for England if he didn’t go study dragons.”

 

Harry came closer and tapped my shoulder.

 

“Do you wanna walk to the broomshed with me?” he asked, and I nodded.

 

“You did amazing,” I said, as we walked.

 

“I got lucky. You did really good too,” said Harry.

 

“I don’t know about that. I barely touched the Quaffle before you had caught the Snitch so I didn’t do a lot,” I said.

 

“You always do good Mads-” then he faltered looking behind me.

 

I turned and saw Snape walking as fast as possible towards the forest, clearly not wanting to be seen.

 

“Let’s go investigate!” Harry said, mounting on his broom and soaring in the sky.

 

“Damn it!” I said, mounting mine and flying after him. 

 

“Harry!” I hissed, once I had caught up to him. “Please don’t do this.”

 

He ignored me and flew through the trees. I scowled and landed in a towering beech tree next to Harry. We climbed along one of the branches, holding tight to our broomsticks, trying to see through the leaves.

 

“...d-don’t know w-why you wanted t-to meet here of all p-places, Severus,” the unmistakable voice of Quirrell stammered under the trees.

 

“Oh, I thought we’d keep this private,” Snape snarled to him. “Students aren’t supposed to know about the Sorcerer’s Stone after all.”

 

Quirrell mumbled something in a low voice before Snape interrupted him.

 

“Have you found out how to get past that beast of Hagrid’s yet?”

 

“B-b-but Severus, I-”

 

“You don’t want me as your enemy Quirrell,” Snape said.

 

“I-I don’t know what you-”

 

“You know perfectly well what I mean.”

 

An owl hooted loudly and we almost fell out of the tree. We steadied ourselves in time to hear Snape say, “-your little bit of hocus-pocus. I’m waiting.”

 

“B-but I d-d-don’t-”

 

“Very well. We’ll have another little chat soon, when you’ve had time to think things over and decide where your loyalties lie.”

 

Harry looked at me and narrowed his eyes in suspicion. I shrugged and pointed back the way we’d come. Harry nodded and we flew back to the castle to leave our brooms back in the broomshed.

 

As soon as we walked back into the Great Hall, Ron and Hermione ambushed us.

 

“Where have you two been?” she asked frantically.

 

“We won! You won! We won!” shouted Ron, clapping us both on the back. “And I gave Malfoy a black eye, and Neville tried to take on Crabbe and Goyle single-handed! He’s still out cold but Madam Pomfrey says he’ll be fine-talk about showing Slytherin! Everyone’s waiting for you two in the common room, we’re having a party, Fred and George stole some cakes and stuff from the kitchens.”

 

“Nevermind that now,” said Harry. “We need to find an empty room so Mads and I can tell you what we heard.”

 

We made sure Peeves wasn’t inside before shutting the door behind us, then we told them what we had seen and heard.

 

“So we were right, it is the Sorcerer’s Stone, and Snape’s trying to force Quirrell to help him get it. He asked if he knew how to get past Fluffy-and he said something about Quirrell’s ‘hocus pocus’-I reckon there are some other things guarding the stone apart from Fluffy, loads of enchantments, probably, and Quirrell would have done some anti-Dark Arts spell that Snape needs to break through-”

 

“So you mean the Stone’s only safe as long as Quirrell stands up to Snape?” Hermione said in alarm.

 

“It’ll be gone by next Tuesday,” said Ron.

_________

 

“Hermione the exams are ages away.”

 

“Ten weeks,” Hermione snapped. “That’s not ages, that’s like a second to Nicolas Flamel.”

 

“But we’re not six hundred years old,” I reminded her.

 

“Anyway, what are you studying for, you already know it all,” Ron said.

 

“What am I studying for? Are you crazy? You realize we need to pass these exams to get into the second year? They’re very important, I should have started studying a month ago, I don’t know what’s gotten into me….” she continued to say.

 

We spent most of our free time in the library, trying to get through all of our extra work that the teachers had been giving us.

 

“I’ll never remember this,” Ron burst out one afternoon, throwing down his quill and looking longingly out of the library window.

 

I was working on my Charms homework when I heard Ron say, “Hagrid! What are you doing in the library?”

 

“Jus’ lookin’,” he said, in a shifty voice that got my interest at once. “An’ what’re you lot up ter?” He looked suddenly suspicious.

 

“Yer not still lookin’ fer Nicolas Flamel, are yeh?”

 

“Oh, we found out who he is ages ago,” said Ron impressively. “And we know what that dog’s guarding, it's the Sorcerer’s St-”

 

“Shhhh!” Hagrid looked around quickly to see if anyone was listening. “Don’ go shoutin’ about it, what’s the matter with yeh?”

 

“There are a few things we wanted to ask you, as a matter of fact,” said Harry, “about what’s guarding the Stone apart from Fluffy-”

 

“SHHHH!” said Hagrid again. “Listen- come an’ see me later, I’m not promisin’ I’ll tell yeh anythin’, min, but don’ go rabbitin’ about it in here, students aren’ s’pposed ter know. They’ll think I’ve told yeh-”

 

“See you later then,” I said.

 

Hagrid shuffled off.

 

“What was he hiding behind his back?” Hermione said, thoughtfully. “Do you think it had to do with the Stone?”

 

“I’m going to see what section he was in,” I said, tired of working. I returned back to our table with a pile of books in my arms.

 

“Dragons!” I whispered. “Hagrid was looking up stuff about dragons! Look at these: Dragons Species of Great Britain and Ireland: From Egg to Inferno, A Dragon Keeper’s Guide.”

 

“Hagrid’s always wanted a dragon, he told me so the first time I met him,” said Harry.

 

An hour later, we made our way to the hot cabin covered with closed curtains.

 

“Bloody hell, Hagrid,” I gasped when he let us in. “Are you trying to make a sauna?”

 

“No,” Hagrid said. “So-yeh wanted to ask me something?”

 

“Yes,” Harry said immediately. “We were wondering if you could tell us what’s guarding the Sorcerer’s Stone apart from Fluffy.”

 

Hagrid looked at all of us and frowned.

 

“O’ course I can’t,” he said. “Number one, I don’ know meself. Number two, yeh know too much already, so I wouldn’t tell yeh if I could. That Stone’s here fer a good reason. It was almost stolen outta Gringotts-I s’ppose yeh’ve worked that out an’ all? Beats me how yeh even know abou’ Fluffy.”

 

“It’s not hard to know when you run straight into it,” I said.

 

“Run straigh’ inter it?” Hagrid asked. Wha’ are yeh goin’ on abou’, Mads?”

 

“We came across it in passing,” Ron said.

 

“That’s not important,” Hermione said quickly. “Hagrid, you might not want to tell us, but you do know everything that goes on round here. We only wondered who had done the guarding, really. We wondered who Dumbledore trusted enough to help him apart from you.”

 

The flattering seemed to work, because Hagrid’s chest swelled and he beamed, his expression softening.

 

“Well I don’ s’pose it could hurt ter tell yeh that,” said Hagrid. “Let’s see… he burrowed Fluffy from me… then some o’ the teachers did enchantments… Professors Sprout… Flitwick… McGonagall… Quirrell… an’ Dumbledore himself did somethin’ o’ course. Hang on, I’ve forgotten someone. Oh yeah, Professor Snape.”

 

“See guys?” I said. “Snape’s on Dumbledore’s side!”

 

“Nevermind that,” Harry said, clearly not intent on agreeing with me. “You’re the only one who knows how to get past Fluffy, aren’t you Hagrid? And you wouldn’t tell anyone else, would you? Not even one of the teachers?”

 

“Not a soul knows except me an’ Dumbledore,” Hagrid confirmed.

 

“That’s something,” Harry mumbled.

 

“Hagrid,” I said. “Can we please open a window? It’s boiling in here.”

 

“Can’t Mads, I’m sorry,” Hagrid said, looking at the fire at the corner of his eye.

 

“Hagrid-what’s that?” I asked, pointing over at where he had just looked, with a feeling that I knew what it was.

 

“Ah,” said Hagrid, fiddling nervously with his beard. “That’s-er….”

 

“Where did you get it Hagrid?” said Ron, crouching over the fire to get a closer look at the egg.

 

“I won it,” Hagrid said softly. “Las’ nigh’. I was down in the village havin’ a few drinks an’ got into a game o’ cards with a stranger. Think he was quite glad ter get rid of it, ter be honest.”

 

“But what are you going to do with it when it’s hatched?” asked Hermione.

 

“Well I’ve bin doin’ some readin’,” Hagrid said. “Says here, ‘keep the egg in the fire, ‘cause their mothers breathe on em, see, an’ when it hatches, feed it on a bucket o’brandy mixed with chicken blood every half hour. An’ see here-how ter recognize different eggs….what I got there’s a Norwegian Ridgeback. They’re rare, them.”

 

“Hagrid you live in a wooden house,” Hermione said.

 

“It’ll be fine,” Ron said reassuringly. “Can I be here when it’s born?”

 

“I’ll be sendin’ an owl,” Hagrid said.

 

Within the next few days, we’d received a letter at breakfast and were informed that the dragon was hatching.

 

Ron wanted to skip Herbology and go straight down to the hut but Hermione wouldn’t hear of it.

 

“Hermione, how many times in our lives are we going to see a dragon hatching?”

 

“We’ve got lessons, we’ll get into trouble, and that’s nothing to what Hagrid’s going to be in when someone finds out what he’s doing-”

 

“Shut up!” I whispered. Malfoy was a few feet away and definitely listening to their conversation.

 

Ron and Hermione continued to argue all the way to Herbology and in the end, Hermione agreed to run down to Hagrid’s with us during morning break.

 

When the bell sounded at the end of our lesson, we dropped our belongings off in the common room and then hurried to the edge of the forest. Hagrid greeted us looking flushed yet excited.

 

“It’s nearly out,” he ushered us inside.

 

The egg on the table had deep cracks in it, and within it something wiggled excitedly. It clicked and then suddenly kicked at the shell. The egg split open and the baby dragon flopped out. It was slimy, and it’s black wings were spiny and twice the size of its body. Its eyes were a brilliant orange, and it cooed when it saw Hagrid, sneezing suddenly to release a few sparks.

 

“Isn’t it beautiful? Hagrid murmured, stroking his head. The dragon snapped at his finger, showing pointed fangs.

 

“Bless him, look, he knows his mommy!” said Hagrid.

 

“Hagrid,” said Hermione, “how fast do Norwegian Ridgebacks grow, exactly?”

 

Hagrid was about to answer when the color drained from his face-he lept to his feet and ran to the window.

 

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

 

“Someone was lookin’ through the gap in the curtains-ir’s a kid-he’s runnin’ back up ter the school.”

 

I bolted to the door and looked out.

 

Malfoy had seen the dragon.

 

This of course meant we had to get the dragon out of Hogwarts as soon as possible, which was partly solved when I received a letter back from Charlie saying a couple of his friends could pick up the dragon and bring it to Romania at midnight on Saturday.

 

That day, Harry and I headed up to the Astronomy Tower to deliver the dragon while Hermione stayed with Ron in the Hospital Wing due to his burns.

 

“This dragon must weigh 100 pounds and it’s still a baby!” I hissed.

 

“We’re nearly there!” Harry panted as we reached the corridor beneath the tallest tower.

 

Suddenly there was a movement and I almost dropped the crate.

 

We shrank into the shadows and stared at the outlines of two people grappling with each other.

 

“Detention!” Professor McGonagall shouted. “And twenty points from Slytherin! Wandering around in the middle of the night, how dare you-”

 

“You don’t understand, Professor. Harry Potter and Madison Carter are coming-they’ve got a dragon!” Malfoy said.

 

“What utter rubbish! How dare you tell such lies! Come on-I shall see Professor Snape about you Malfoy!”

 

Suddenly the steep staircase seemed the easiest thing in the world after that. After we stepped out into the cold night air we threw off the cloak and I was glad that I could breathe properly again.

 

“Malfoy’s got detention! I could sing,” I said.

 

“Please don’t,” Harry said, and I gave him a look.

 

“I don’t know what you mean Harry, I sing like an angel,” I said laughing.

 

He chuckled, “I think that even some angels have their limits.”

 

I playfully punched him in the shoulder and soon we were laying on the ground laughing when four broomsticks swooped down from the darkness.

 

We helped them buckle Norbert safely and then shook hands with them, thanking them very much.

 

As soon as they were out of sight we slipped back down the spiral staircase. Our happiness quickly vanished as we stepped into the corridor, running into Filch’s face that came out of the darkness.

 

“Well, well, well,” he whispered, “we are in trouble.”

 

Crap. We’d gotten so excited we had left the invisibility cloak on the top of the tower.

 

Filch took us down to see Professor McGonagall’s study on the first floor, where we sat and waited without saying a word to each other.

 

How could we have been so stupid and forget the cloak? I honestly don’t know.

 

After about ten minutes of waiting Professor McGonagall appeared with Neville by her side.

 

“Harry? Madison?” Neville burst out, the moment he saw us. “I was trying to find you to warn you, I heard Malfoy saying he was going to catch you, he said you had a drag-”

 

I shook my head violently to shut Neville up, but Professor McGonagall had already seen. She looked more likely to breathe fire than Norbert as she towered over us.

 

“I would never have believed it of any of you. Mr. Filch says you were up in the astronomy tower. It’s one o’clock in the morning. Explain yourselves.”

 

We stayed silent, not sure what to say.

 

“I think I’ve got a good idea of what’s been going on,” said Professor McGonagall. “It doesn’t take a genius to work it out. You fed Draco Malfoy some cock-and-bull story about a dragon, trying to get him out of bed and into trouble. I’ve already caught him. I suppose you think it’s funny that Longbottom here heard the story and believed it, too?”

 

I’d never seen Neville look so hurt. 

 

“I’m disgusted,” said Professor McGonagall. “Four students out of bed in one night! I’ve never heard of such a thing before! You, Miss Carter, I thought you had more sense. As for you, Mr. Potter, I thought Gryffindor meant more to you than this. All three of you will receive detentions-yes, you too, Mr. Longbottom, nothing gives you the right to walk around the school at night, especially these days, it’s very dangerous-and fifty points will be taken from Gryffindor. Fifty points each.”

 

“Professor-please-”

 

“You can’t-”

 

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do, Potter. Now get back to bed, all of you. I’ve never been more ashamed of Gryffindor students.”

 

A hundred and fifty points lost, putting Gryffindor in last place. In one night we had ruined any chance Gryffindor had had at the house cup. 

 

That night I couldn’t fall asleep so I went down to the common room to sit in front of the fire. I held my legs close to my chest, when I heard movement behind me and whipped my head around.

 

“Hey,” Harry said, still looking sad.

 

“Hey,” I said, with a small smile.

 

“I really messed this up, Mads,” He said as he sat down next to me.

 

“No you didn’t. This will all blow over in a few weeks. Fred and George have lost loads of points in all the time that they’ve been here, and people still like them,” I said.

 

“They’ve never lost a hundred and fifty points in one go, though, have they?” said Harry miserably.

 

“Well-no, but that’s not the point,” I said.

 

“I’m going to resign from the Quidditch team,” Harry said quickly.

 

“Resign?” I said. “What good’ll that do? How are we even going to get any points back if we can’t win at Quidditch?”

 

“Mads, the team won’t even speak to me during practices anymore,” said Harry.

 

“I will Harry, I always will. You’re my best friend, of course I’m gonna talk to you. Please don’t resign Harry,” I said looking at him.

 

“I….fine. Okay. I won’t resign, just for you though. I should try to get some sleep. Goodnight Mads,” he said, getting up and walking to his dorm.

 

“Goodnight Harry,” I whispered, not ready for what the next day would bring. 


All credit for original characters and original plot goes to J.K. Rowling. I own only my OCs and select scenes that are not from the original series. Thank you, J.K. Rowling for writing this series and changing so many lives. Thank you all, for reading.



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