Confessions of Adhara Greengrass | Confessions of frogs, punches and questions
Scorpius is a frog.
Eleanor hasn’t gone mad. Rose Weasley really did turn him into a frog.
Scorpius/frog has been placed on a trunk. Scorpius’ robes have eerily shrunk as well to fit the frog that has a small tuft of white-blond hair atop its head. Merlin.
James is staring dumbstruck at Scorpius/frog; Fred is glancing between Scorpius/frog and me fearfully as if warts are going to erupt from my very mouth. Is he still on that? Rose Weasley is sitting defiantly with her arms crossed. Eleanor is trying to poke Scorpius/frog with her chocolate frog and Albus is staring wide-eyed between Scorpius/frog and Rose.
“Hey, Ads?” whispers Eleanor, “Not to be rude or anything… but, I would have thought Scorpius would have been a little more attractive as a frog… I mean, he isn’t the most appealing frog I’ve seen, to put it delicately.”
Sweet Merlin. “Ele… I’m not really thinking about whether or not Scorpius is attractive as frog, I’m still trying to get over the fact that he’s green!”
“Oh, right,” she responds sheepishly. She glances around trying to think of something to say. “Do you think I should try feeding him again? He looks a bit peaky.”
I just stare at her blankly. “Okay, then,” she says cheerily and goes to sit in the corner.
The compartment door slides open to reveal the Hufflepuff prefect, Alice Longbottom. “We’ll be at Kings’ Cross in five minutes, please start gathering your things,” she says before shutting the door and moving along to the next compartment.
“Bloody hell,” hisses Albus, raking a hand through his unruly hair. He always does that when he's nervous. It's quite sexy. Right... focus. “Rose, just turn Scorpius back!”
“No,” says Rose stubbornly, glaring at Scorpius/frog. “He physically assaulted me.”
Oh, sweet Merlin, what romantic thing did Scorpius try this time?
“Look!” shouts Eleanor excitedly. “He’s trying to speak!”
We all turn to Scorpius/frog whose throat is expanding rather dangerously.
“Rose, come on, it’s not worth it!” pleads Albus.
Rose just glares at him. “Traitor,” she hisses. Psycho. Right, Adhara, no malicious thoughts.
The train slides into the tunnel at King’s Cross and a horn sounds in the train station.
Everyone is staring at Rose. “I am not switching him back,” says psycho girl angrily before rushing out of the compartment.
“We have to get off the train,” says James. “What are we going to do with Scorpius?”
“Leave him outside with the other wildlife?” offers Fred helpfully.
Eleanor gasps loudly as if he’s offended her.
“Adhara,” says James, “I guess you should just take him to his parents.”
Uncle Draco is going to have a nervy b spaz. One of these days he’s going to just burst, I swear.
I grab Scorpius/frog awkwardly between my two hands and we head out of the train. I step onto the platform and look for somewhere to hide.
“Adhara!” I hear my name being called from a distance. I stop dead in my tracks. I recognize that voice. It’s my mother. Shit. I try to hide Scorpius/frog with the sleeve of my cardigan but he doesn’t properly fit. I inwardly start to panic.
“Adhara!” Oh, holy hippogriff. Parental unit has never been that perceptive, perhaps they won't notice the frog I have in my head.
I turn around and smile brightly. The parental unit is standing there waving excitedly like a pair of tourists. Golly Godric, why?
“Hi, Mum. Hi, Dad,” I say brightly trying to hug them and cover Scorpius/frog at the same time.
“Why, Adhara, when did you get a frog?” asks my mum. Of all the times she’s never been perceptive, she has to be now.
“Er… I found him… on the floor?” I lie awkwardly.
“You adopted him!” squeals my mother. Yes, she squeals. This is why I can never go out in public with her.
“Er… sure,” I say.
My parents beam happily at me. Oh, god.
“Adhara,” calls someone from a distance. It’s my Aunt Astoria. “You wouldn’t have happened to have seen Scorpius, would you?”
“Er,” I say, turning red. “No, I haven’t!”
My Uncle Draco comes around. “Hello, Adhara,” he says politely.
“Hi,” I say awkwardly.
“She hasn’t seen Scorpius either,” says Aunt Astoria worriedly. Crap.
I twist my arm so that Scorpius/frog isn’t visible, but he croaks loudly.
“Adhara, why are you holding a frog?” asks Aunt Astoria.
“Er… because I found him?” I say nervously.
“Why is he wearing Scorpius’ birth necklace, then?” asks Uncle Draco skeptically.
Shit. Stupid Malfoy birth necklace. “Er…”
“And why are its eyes gray?” asks my Aunt Astoria.
“He’s a rare species of… frog?” I say, backing away slightly.
“I didn’t know frogs grew hair,” says my Mum interestedly. Honestly, what is she today, Rolf Scamander?
The parental unit plus Uncle Draco and Aunt Astoria peer at me suspiciously.
“Hey, Adhara!” screams Eleanor, running towards me. “Did you tell them about Scorpius?”
Sweet Merlin’s red jodhpurs.
I laugh nervously and the adult unit stares at me expectantly. “Whatever do you mean, Ele?” I ask, widening my eyes as if to tell her not to say anything.
She, of course, carries on obliviously. “You know, how Rose turned him into a frog.”
Aunt Astoria gasps and Uncle Draco flushes red. Like a very peculiar shade of tomato. Crickey.
“Eleanor?” I ask happily.
“Yeah?” she answers.
“I’m going to kill you,” I say, a false smile plastered to my face.
Eleanor looks confused. “Was it something I said?” she asks.
Oh, Merlin’s pajamas. And I don't even think he wears pajamas.
“Is that Scorpius?” asks Aunt Astoria fearfully. I nod hesitantly and pass him apprehensively into her open palms.
Uncle Draco looks like he’s going to burst a blood vessel. Or go all Rocky, like the guy in those movies Scorpius likes to watch. It can get quite violent.
Uncle Draco takes one look at Scorpius/frog and stalks off to where the crowd of redheads are standing. Oh, shit.
I try to chase after him but he reaches them before I have time to stop him.
He taps Ron Weasley on the shoulder and just when he turns around, Uncle Draco punches him in the face. Like some sort of raving Muggle psycho. All the Potters/Weasleys turn to stare in shock. Ron Weasley wipes his bloody nose and glares at Uncle Draco, who is nursing a sore hand. Those Malfoys never really were the strongest of men…
“What the bloody hell was that for, Malfoy?” hisses Ron Weasley.
“Your daughter turned my son into a frog!” shouts Uncle Draco.
Ron Weasley stares at Uncle Draco before bursting into laughter. Even Harry Potter laughs. It is quite funny when you think about it, actually.
“Weasley,” spits Uncle Draco angrily. “Get your daughter to turn him back!”
“It isn’t my fault that your son is a pansy,” says Ron Weasley, fighting a smirk. Honestly, how rude.
Uncle Draco is sputtering angrily. Merlin, he looks like he’s going to turn into The Hulk. Except red, not green. This can’t be good. He glares at Ron Weasley one final time before turning on his heel dramatically and stalking off. Quite the drama king, that one, he is. Well, those Malfoys were never exactly the most masculine of men… it must be something in their pumpkin juice…
Now all the Potter/Weasleys are staring at me. Oh, for Merlin’s gigantic knickers. I try to smile awkwardly. James snorts. And Albus looks apologetic. FML.
“I’ll just… go,” I say to no one in particular. I turn quickly to make a run for it and trip. Flat on my face. What did I ever do wrong, Merlin? I'm sorry I swear and hex Scorpius when he isn't looking but I don't deserve this!
I feel two hands encircle my waist and hoist me up. I turn around to see its Albus, smiling sheepishly. I may kill myself.
“Come on,” he says, before I can say anything.
He pulls me along to where the parental unit and Aunt Astoria and Uncle Draco are standing. Uncle Draco is angrily telling the parental unit what happened. Crap, I am so screwed.
“I’ll be right back,” says Albus, taking one look at Uncle Draco and walking off towards his family.
Eleanor comes over happily to stand beside me.
“Ele, you won’t believe what happened,” I say, looking over my shoulder to make sure Albus is nowhere near.
“What?” asks Eleanor excitedly.
“With You-Know-Who,” I continue.
“Who?” asks Eleanor.
“You-Know-Who,” I say with more emphasis.
“Voldemort?” asks Eleanor, wide-eyed.
Holy hippogriff. “Ele, you’re so daft!” I say, annoyed.
Eleanor gasps loudly, “I am not daft!”
“Well, how the bloody hell could I have met Voldemort, he’s dead!” I say.
“Well, he was always coming back to life,” says Eleanor defensively. “Besides, how the bloody hell should I know who ‘you-know-who’ is? I don’t bloody well know who it is even if the term implies that I'm supposed to know!”
“Eleanor, Eleanor, shut up!” I say.
She crosses her arms over her chest angrily.
“I meant Albus, Eleanor,” I say finally.
She instantly brightens, “Oh! Albus!” she says loudly.
I hear someone clear their throat loudly from behind me. I turn nervously to see Albus. Shit. Rose is standing with him looking annoyed. Bloody psycho.
“She’s going to change Scorpius back,” says Albus after the long silence.
“Oh.” Is all I manage to get out.
Aunt Astoria looks like she’s going to have a breakdown and Uncle Draco is lecturing Scorpius/frog on 'how to be a man' while Mum and Dad stand there awkwardly. Yes, I know, my family is insane. I told you, it’s hereditary.
I clear my throat awkwardly. “Er… Rose has agreed to change Scorpius back,” I say loudly.
Aunt Astoria looks like she’s going to cry of happiness. And Uncle Draco is just glaring at Rose. Lovely.
Rose pulls out her wand and whispers some random voodoo counter-hex. Raving psycho.
The frog magically turns back into Scorpius. He looks all disheveled and dazed. Rose glares at him disgustedly before stalking off. Albus hovers awkwardly. And Aunt Astoria and Uncle Draco are hugging him and brushing him off. It’s quite comical, actually.
James appears behind Albus and takes hold of Eleanor’s hand and the two walk off together. I stand there awkwardly with Albus.
He breaks the silence, “So, I’ll see you at the Ministry Christmas party?”
“Yeah, definitely,” I say awkwardly. I look up to see the parental unit peering at me suspiciously. Mum is looking from between me and Albus and Dad is trying his best to look like the intimidating father. Crickey.
Albus follows my gaze and falters slightly. “See you later, Adhara,” he says before walking off towards him family.
See you later? What does that even mean? Did he mean, like, 'see me later' or just 'see me later'? I hate my life.
Eleanor comes over again to stand next to me. She sighs happily. Then she sighs happily again. And again.
“Would you quit that?” I snap exasperatedly.
“Right. Sorry,” she says, but the goofy smile never leaves her face as she stares at James.
“You’re such a creep,” I say. She looks like she’s going to positively wet herself from excitement.
She sighs again. “I think I’m in love with James. I can’t imagine what I would do if he didn’t like me back. It must be so hard to have someone not like you back—” she stops abruptly upon seeing the glare I’m sending her way. “Oh, right. Sorry, Ads.”
Mr. and Mrs. Nott come over to where we’re standing. “Hello Adhara!” they say in unison. Imagine Eleanor, times two and you get her parents.
“Hello,” I reply.
“Eleanor, we’ve got to get going,” says Mrs. Nott, “And Adhara, we’ll see you at the Christmas ball, I presume?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Lovely,” says Mrs. Nott. “Well, take care dear.”
Eleanor waves good bye before her parents apparate her away.
Scorpius comes to sit beside me on the platform bench. “Hey,” he says.
“Hey,” I say smirking. “How was being a frog?”
“Really frightening,” says Scorpius defensively. Poor Scorpius has lived such a sheltered life. Hahaha.
“What romantic thing did you do this time?” I ask.
“She was flirting with me first!” says Scorpius defensively.
I raise an eyebrow at him.
“She was! I said, ‘Hello, Rose.’ And then she said, ‘Malfoy, I see no one’s killed you yet.’ See! She was flirting with me! She’s happy I’m alive! She wants me alive so that I can give her babies!” said Scorpius excitedly.
What. An. Idiot. I’m actually not even sure what to say. It’s hard to talk with delusional people. “What did you do anyways?” I ask.
“I only tried to waltz with her,” says Scorpius, “We’re going to be doing it at our wedding anyways.”
Poor delusional boy. “Yes, yes, of course,” I say.
“And then she thought that I was trying to take advantage of her!” says Scorpius.
Don't laugh. Don't laugh, I chant to myself.
“So, did Albus finally tell you?” asks Scorpius, changing the subject quickly.
“Tell me what?” I ask suspiciously.
“Er… nothing,” says Scorpius trying to cover it up.
“What in the name of Eleanor’s commodious mouth are you talking about?” I ask, frustrated.
“Well… Albus will tell you,” says Scorpius.
“Adhara,” calls my mother, “Come dear, we’re leaving.”
Scorpius and I walk over to the so-called family. Uncle Draco looks relatively calmer.
“Scorpius, tell me,” I say forcefully.
“No,” he says, “I can’t!”
“I’m going to tell everyone you secretly still sleep with your wand on lumos!” I threaten.
He gasps loudly. “You can’t do that!” He shouts before running off after his parents. Idiot.
Bugger. What the bloody hell did Albus want to tell me?
Author's Note Thankyou all for reading! I'm sorry this chapter took so long to get out, school has been horrible plus the fact I'm trying to choose what cegep I want to go to. Anyways, I made a slight error when said the next two chapters were my favourite, I meant the two ones following this - with all the Christmas fun. Adhara's parents weren't in this much, but they are in the next chapter a lot along with Auburn.
Thankyou guys all for reading! I really appreciate you readers' postive feedback. And, I was thinking, since you guys review my story, why don't I give your stories a shot? I'm not like, the most skilled author, but if you want feedback, I'll gladly give it to you. So tell me your story or whatever and I'll read and review!
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