Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Book 1

Chapter Five: Quidditch, Slytherins, and Christmas

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter fandom, nor do I make any money from this.

OOOOOO

“ALEXIS!” Fred and George both yelled as they stormed into Great Hall for breakfast. “Mind explaining this?” They both showed her their Beater’s Bats, which were for some reason pink with purple poke-a-dots.

“Not my fault!” She said between giggles. “Besides, they look so much better now!”

“Better!? What do you mean better!?” George asked, shoving one towards her. “Look at it! How are we supposed to fend off the Bludgers like this!?”

“Not my problem. Besides, maybe their bashful and are afraid of girly things!” Alexis said through her fits of giggles.

Fred snorted. “Because of you Wood yelled at us. Said we were trying to get attention! This time is wasn’t our fault too!”

“Like I said, not my problem...hey that looks good!” She reached for a raisin biscuit. “You guys just need to chillax, you know?”

“Don’t try to change the subject, Alexis.” Fred growled.

“Why are you even pranking us, anyway?” George added. Both twins sat on either side of the girl. “We don’t prank you!”

The girl rolled her eyes, “Think of it as an act of affection!”

OOOOOO

“How do you make the potion, Sevvy?” Maye asked one day as she walking into the potions class room during her free time.

“Very difficultly...Sevvy? I am your professor.” Snape replied, looked at the girl as if she had grown on extra head or two.

“More like my hero! If it wasn’t for you helping me I don’t know what I would do!” She gave him a hug.

He glanced down at her. “Alright, alright. And stop doing that, people might think I’m going soft.” He smiled fondly at her. “Don’t worry about the Wolfsbane. I’ll make them for you so you won’t have to. I don’t need you blowing yourself up. Unfortunately, only one other person can make the potions, and she’s insane.”

Maye smiled at Snape. “I have to get to class; my free time is almost over. Bye Sevvy!” She skipped out of the room. “Now, left or right...? I think it’s this way!” She started walking down the hallway humming to herself.

After her class ended (she got there without getting lost for once), she headed back to the common room, but once again, she got lost on the way there. “This is getting old! Those stupid stair cases have it in for me!” She cried as she sat on the floor.

“Ah!” A person tripped over her. “My leg! My arm! My spleen!”

Maye looked at the girl who was withering on the floor. “Um, are you ok?”

“No! I’m dying! What a world what a world! I’m melting! Melting! Ahhh!” She said, clenching her violet eyes shut as tight as they would go.

“You look fine to me.” Maye said, irritated. “Could you help me find the Hufflepuff common room?”

“It’s like three weeks into the school year and you still can’t find your way back!? You’re like a, a, a lost little puppy!” Alexis stood, completely unharmed. “Ah, cute little puppy! Come here!”

Maye back away, suddenly scared of the crazy girl she had just met. “Get away!”

“Alexis. Leave her alone.” Draco stood in front of Maye, acting like a knight in shing armor.

The older girl pouted and reached for Maye once more. “Aw, puppy get back here! You’re so cute I just want to pet you and love you and hug you and-”

“Go away Alexis.” He rolled his eyes.

“Awww, Malfoy you’re no fun. Besides, I’ve always wanted a puppy. Come on...I’ll give you a Kunt?...a Sickle?...How about a Galleon?” she tried to bribe, though she didn’t have any money of her own.

“You’re sick. Insane...”

The girl rolled her eyes and drawled out, “You’re just upset because I’m a Gryffindor with a better grade in potions than you!”

“You’re the one who can make the wolfs...I mean...” Maye blushed and shrank behind Malfoy. “Draky, could you help me back please?”

Draco nodded. “Yeah, yeah. I’m starting to think you get lost just so I’ll find you.” He smirked. “Come on, this way.”

“What a weird couple.” Alexis muttered, watching them walk away. “And I still don’t have a puppy!”

OOOOOO

After saying goodbye to Draco, Maye made her way into the common room and smiled brightly at seeing Cedric sitting on the couch with a book in his hands. He looked up at her and gave her a brilliant smile, “Hey, Maye. Get lost again?” After she nodded, he asked, “Malfoy help you get back?”

Once again she nodded and sat down next to him. “Yep. He always helps me out. I can’t wait until Christmas. I’m going to get him something really nice!”

Cedric put the book down and gave Maye a considering look. “Maye…can I talk to you about something?” He asked slowly, turning to look at the fire and to make sure everyone else was in their beds.

“Of course Ceddy! What’s up?” She replied, giving him a bright smile that showed in her eyes.

He gave her a weak one back and scratched the back of his head, looking away again, “Well…I think…I might…be…” He gulped then sighed, “I think I might be gay.” His voice was barely above a whisper, “Does that make me a terrible person?”

“What! Of course not!” Maye said, hitting his arm gently, “You are a great person! It doesn’t matter if you’re gay or straight, black or white! You’re Cedric Diggory, and you’re my best friend! You’re nice to everyone; you study hard even though you don’t have to; most of the guys here would kill to be you! How could you think that you’re a terrible person?”

He sighed and looked thoughtfully into the fire. “My father hates gay people. He thinks they are unnatural. I don’t even know if I am gay.”

They sat in silence for a moment before a thought struck her. “Hey! Why don’t we date!?”

“What!?” He asked, eyeing her with wide eyes. “Maye, you…I…we’re best friends…”

She shrugged. “I’m still a girl. And no matter what we’ll still be friends.”

OOOOOO

At eleven o’clock the next morning the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Each house had its own area to sit at; however, Maye had decided that, instead of sitting with her new boyfriend, she wanted to sit with her Slytherin friends. “Come on Draky, I want to sit with you!” Maye pouted her lips. “Pleeeeeeeease!”

Draco scuffed. “No, What if you get caught by Snape?”

She laughed. “He loves me! He would never-”

“Maye....I do believe these are the Slytherin seats, and you are a Hufflepuff, are you not?” Drawled Snape’s voice from behind her.

She turned to the voice and gave him a bright smile. “Hello Professor Sevv-”

Panicked, he nodded his head, “Ok, carry on then.”

Myou, who was sitting not too far from them, made a whipping sound. “Dang, girl. I have to give it to you. I was impressed with Draco, but Snape too? You are truly amazing!”

Draco sneered. “Sod off, mud-blood!”

“Draky! That’s horrible!” Maye exclaimed with a hand over her mouth.

“What? No, wait...I didn’t mean it!” He called after Maye, who was walking away.

Myou teased. “Man Draky, you are so whipped.”

“I am not.” He growled, tempted to pull out his wand.

“Are to.”

“Are not.

“Can you two stop please? Fighting is bad!” Maye said, walking back over to the two. “Look, I found chocolate frogs!”

“I love Chocolate frogs! Can I have one? Oh, I’m Myou by the way.” Myou held out her hand to shakes Maye’s.

The other girl filled the empty hand with chocolate frogs. “Please to meet you! I’m Maye!”

“So,” drawled a voice, “does this mean I have to be nice to Draco?”

Myou turned to Blaise. “Blaise, what did I tell you about you’re manners?”

Blaise gave her an innocent look and replied, “Never use them around Snape?”

“And is Draco Snape?” she nodded, giving him a look a mother would give to a child when scolding them.

Thinking for a moment, a thought struck him and he replied, in a sing song voice, “Dye his hair and they could be twins!”

Despite the two making fun of her mentor, Maye had to admit, it was pretty funny, so she caved in a laughed with them.

Snape, who was still not too far away snickered. “They’re good. I see another Fred and George coming along.”

Meanwhile, in the locker room, Harry and the rest of the team were changing into their scarlet Quidditch robes (Slytherin would be playing in green). Wood cleared his throat for silence. “Okay, men,” He said.

“And women,” Angelina corrected.

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

“The big one,” Said Fred.

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

“We know Oliver’s speech by heart,” Fred told Harry, “we were on the team last year.”

“Shut up, you two,” said Wood. “This is the best team Gryffindors had in years. We’re going to win. I know it.” He glared at them all as if to say, ‘or else’ then smiled. “Right. It’s time. Good luck, all of you.”

Harry followed Fred and George out of the locker room and, hoping his knees weren’t going to give way, walked onto the field to loud cheers. Madam Hooch was refereeing. She stood in the middle of the field waiting for the two teams, her broom in hand.

Harry felt like an idiot, sitting on his broom while watching the other play the game. He had been practicing, sure, but it hadn’t prepared him for this. The crowd was roaring, the wind threatening to topple him off his broom, and the sun was beating down on him, making him sweat a cold sweat. The only thing he could hear was his heart thumping loudly in his chest and the voice in the back of his head telling him that if he screwed this up, there would be hell to pay.

After sighting the Snitch once and almost getting knocked off his broom for the effort, Harry tried to find the little golden ball once more. His eyes darted from side to side, scanning the area with intent when suddenly his broom started bucking wildly underneath him. All he could do was hand on for dear life, trying not to fall. It rolled over once, then again and again before bucking once more, harder than before. Harry fell off, hanging on by one hang while dangling over the field. A Bludger came flying at him and he clenched his eyes shut tightly. When it didn’t hit him, he opened his eyes, still trying to hang onto his broom with one hand, to see a Slytherin beater (Bole, he believe what the Slytherin’s name).

“Just ‘cause we want you to lose doesn’t mean we want you to die.” He yelled to harry with a roll of his eyes at the younger boy’s astounded look. “Thank Myou!” He then yelled, flying away.

“Snape’s jinxing the broom.” Hermione whispered to Ron. “We’ve got to stop him before Harry get’s killed.”

Ruthian watched the two Gryffindors leave. “It’s not Snape...” She whispered. She listened closely to what he was muttering. “That’s the counter curse...I’m sure of it. Then who...?” She looked at the other teachers around Snape. Only one was looking at Harry and not blinking. “Quirrell that tetkur!” She swore in her own tongue.

“What’s up, Ruthian?” Alexis asked, plopping down next to her.

“What...oh, it’s nothing important.” She said, not taking her eyes off Quirrell.

“You look pissed.”

“I’m fine.” The elf smiled as Snape’s robes caught fire and distracted Quirrell. “In fact, I’m great.”

Harry climbed back onto his broom after it’s fit was over and smiled to the Slytherin who had helped him, mentally thanking Myou (though he didn’t know what she had done) before diving towards the ground as a flash of gold caught his eyes. Closer, closer, he stretched out his arm and fell forward, hitting the ground hard, and placed his hands over his mouth before coughing up the golden snitch and smiling triumphantly.

“Harry’s got the snitch!” Lee Jordan, who was the announcer, yelled into his microphone, “Gryffindor wins!”

OOOOOO

“It was Snape, I’m telling you!” Hermione huffed, glaring at the girl sitting across from her in the library. “That’s why when I set his robes on fire, Harry was saved!”

Ruthian glared back at her, “And I’m telling you that it was Quirrell. Snape was chanting a counter curse! That’s the only reason why you had time to set Snape’s robes on fire! And he fell and knocked Quirrell over! You are such a naïve little girl!” The elf and the book-worm entered a staring contest, both of them with twitching eyes.

“Calm down both of you,” Harry whispered, “Look, Hagrid mentioned Nicholas Flamel. We are supposed to be looking up information on him.”

“Yeah, you two fight way too much. Just calm down. It doesn’t matter who if we can’t find the what!” Ron said with a roll of his eyes.

Harry turned as he saw Myou walk into the room with two of her friends, along with the Slytherin Beater that had saved him during the game. “Excuse me guys.” He said to his friends before making his way over to the group. “Hi…”

“Harry! You alright? I didn’t get to see you right after the game. You know, we were a little sore after you beat us.” Myou said, giving him a concerned look. “Oh, this is Lucian Bole. I met him at the Halloween party.”

Harry nodded to the boy, who looked a little sour, but otherwise friendly. “Thank you. I mean, out on the field…I thought I was a goner.”

He shrugged. “The twins were all the way across the field. And Myou made me promise to keep an eye on you.”

“He would have saved you even if I didn’t!” Myou beamed. “He’s a really sweet guy.”

Harry watched as Bole blushed bright red and stuttered out a ‘thanks,’. “Well, still. I owe it to you.” He held out his hand.

“Just don’t tell anyone I’m nice. I’ll never hear the end of it from Malfoy.” The older boy joked, taking the offered hand.

OOOOOO

One morning in mid December, the school of Hogwarts woke up to a thick blanket of snow over the grounds. And it seemed the snow had given Fred and George an idea for trouble making. Each had gotten detention for bewitching several snowballs to follow Alexis around, bouncing of the back of her head.

"You gits! How dare you!" Said girl yelled, running away from the snowballs and charging at the twins. They easily got out of the way.

"That was pay back," George laughed out,

"For the Polyjuice potion," Fred added,

"And the bats," George snickered,

"And putting that magickal make-up on us," Fred growled,

"That didn’t come off for days," George sneered,

"You had this coming!" They both finished together.

"I’m going to kill you!" Alexis charged at the again with fire in her eyes. When she caught up to them, she tackled them to the ground and pouted. "I thought you guys loved me, enough to forgive and forget."

OOOOOO

"Hey, Liam." Myou whispered as she pulled Liam’s arm. "Hey, I have an idea to get my sister to be your friend!"

"Really, what is it?" He whispered back.

She smiled. "Can’t tell you now, met me under the door to the courtyard before dinner tonight."

"Alright, I’ll meet you then." He smiled and continued on his way into the Great Hall. It was still early so Myou knew her sister hadn’t been up yet. She waited for about five more minutes before she saw the other girl walk by.

"I finally figured out how to get that Liam guy to stop bugging you."

Ami hugged her sister happily, missing the twinkle in her eyes that signified the beginning of a nasty plot. "Really!? How’s that?"

"Can’t tell you, I have to show you. Met me under the door to the courtyard before dinner, ok?" She said, trying to hold back a snicker.

"Alright!" Ami smiled and walked into the Great Hall.

Myou too smiled and followed after her sister.

"Well……what is that little ducky thinking?" Alexis thought after the exchange and she too entered the Great Hall.

After classes, and before dinner, Myou stood under the arch and looked up at the mistletoe she found the day before.

"Myou, hey, what are you doing?" Blaise asked, coming up to her and giving her a very confused look.

Myou smiled mischievously, "Just looking at the mistletoe."

"What?" Blaise looked up. ‘‘why isn’t it screaming?’’

"So…what are you waiting for? You guys are supposed to kiss." Alexis smirked; everything was going according to her plan. Earlier, she had exchanged the wizard’s mistletoe with muggle mistletoe, so now all she had to do was trick the Myou into making a fool of herself.

Myou blushed. "I’m not going to kiss him!"

"But you have to. Magical mistletoe is different from muggle mistletoe. If you don’t kiss, then you’ll lose your magic." Alexis easily lied with a wave of her hand.

"What!? No!" Myou turned towards Blaise and placed a kiss on his lips. Blaise was too shocked to do anything except kiss Myou back hard, which caused her to move her own lips across his.

A few seconds later they pulled away, and Blaise spoke. "You know she was lying right?" His voice was shaky, even to his own ears.

Myou screamed and turned back around to yell at Alexis, but in her place Ami and Liam stood there, laughing at her misfortune.

OOOOOO

Alexis stood by the bottom of one of the Quidditch stands watching the players practice. The Gryffindors were the only house that ever practiced in the winter, because Oliver Wood was worried that they would lose their touch if they took a break. The players all landed and Fred and George immediately ran over to Alexis.

"Ok, Alexis," George began, "this stalking thing has got to stop." He said as while he smiled.

"I don’t think she’s stalking you." Wood smirked as he walked passed Fred and George and to Alexis. "Hey doll." He said to her before kissing her hard on her lips in front of the twins.

The boys watched with mouths agape as Wood left, and Alexis looked flustered. "God Alexis! What the hell was that!?" George practically snarled.

"What do you mean?" She blushed.

Rolling his eyes, Fred said, "You just snogged our Quidditch captain in front of us!"

"That’s disgusting, not to mention awkward." George added, looking to the ground.

Alexis rolled her violet eyes and ran a hand through her hair absentmindedly, a nervous habit of hers. "Awkward! That’s what you said about Liam. And Jeff, and Seriu, and Lance, and-"

"Well maybe it’s always awkward, ever thought about that!?"

"Well, when won’t it be awkward for me to have a boyfriend!?" Alexis yelled and stomped her foot. "You boy’s are infuriating!" She stormed away, leaving Fred and George still slightly modified.

OOOOOO

"Hey, Ami? Do you know where your sister is?" Ruthian asked as she stopped Ami in the hallway.

The girl raised her brow. "So…I’m clearly Ami, you know, because Ami wears the Slytherin robes and has long hair."

Ruthian blushed. "Oh, sorry, wasn’t paying attention. I have a question, could be go somewhere private?"

Nodding, she supplied "Sure……I know where a hidden room is, but it’s in Slytherin territory." She finished with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

"Oh, that’s ok, I don’t mind. Show me where." The elf said, looking around to see if anyone was following her.

Myou led the brave Gryffindor to the portrait with the black lab on it. "Let me in please."

"Password?"

Myou thought for a second, then smirked. "Oliver Wood."

The portrait smiled and swung open.

"Alright, come on then, Ruthian."

"Well," She began as the portrait shut after her, "I know you like that book, Fantastic Beast, and well, I’m staying with my Aunt and Uncle in the forbidden forest, so I was wondering if you’d like to come with? You could talk to some centaurs, and pet unicorns. They might even have that dragon still."

Myou jumped up and down. "Really!? Really, really, really? You mean it?" She hopped from one foot to the next. "Would it be ok if I did?"

Ruthian laughed. "Of course; my aunt and uncle love humans, it’ll be fine!"

"Yeah! Now I have to owl my mum." Myou seemed to think about it. What could she tell her mom? She had never spent Christmas without her family.

"Just tell them you’re staying with a friend……don’t tell them I’m an elf, please?"

OOOOOO

“Need some help, Hagrid?” Ron asked, trying to look at the half-giant from around the giant fir tree blocking the corridor.

“No, I’m fine Ron.” Came the muffled reply as the tree shook.

“Would you mind moving out of the way?” Malfoy’s cold drawl sounded from behind them. “Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasel? Hoping to be the gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts I suppose – that hut of Hagrid’s must seem like a palace compared to what your family is used –” Draco was suddenly slapped in the back of the head and he fell forward.

“Draky, that’s mean!” Maye said, turning up her nose. “Apologize.”

“I will not!” Malfoy growled, turning away from her. “I already had to apologize for the broom comment. This is getting ridiculous!”

Maye sniffled. “Draky, it was really mean!”

“Fine! I’m sorry!” He paused then rolled his blue/grey eyes, “Would you like any help, Hagrid?” He asked through clenched teeth to please Maye.

“No, Malfoy. I’m alright. Thank you though,” Hagrid’s voice said, astounded.

“Let’s go a different way, Maye.” Draco grumbled, leading the girl away from them.

“So, Draky. You still haven’t told me what you’re doing for Christmas.”

“Unfortunately,” He drawled boredly, “I have to spend this year with the Black side of my family.”

Confused, the girl asked, “Black side of the family?”

"My relatives I’m afraid. My mother was a Black before she married my father and became Malfoy. I’m related to the utterly ridiculous man who is in Azkaban; Sirius Black." Draco said with a sigh, dreading this year’s ‘get together’. He never liked the Blacks.

"Wait a second, you mean the Sirius black!" Maye giggled. "Snape is always talking about him. Sirius apparently pulled a lot of pranks on him when they went to school, along with James!"

Malfoy smirked. "Really? That’s surprising considering Sirius is the one who gave James away to he-who-shall-not-be-named."

OOOOOO

"ALEXIS! YOU CHANGED THE PASSWORD TO WHAT!?" Both the twins yelled as they stood in front of the picture with the lab on it.

"Calm down! I just thought it would be easy to remember. Heh, heh……" She backed away slowly. "Now come on boys, it’s not that bad of a password!" She said with a wave of her hand.

"Alexis…the password is Oliver Wood, our Quidditch captain! Isn’t that just a little weird?" George asked with a disgusted look on his face.

Alexis shrugged at the question. "Now, I think it’s perfectly normal." She turned towards the portrait.

"Oliver Wood." She entered their little hidden room.

"I’m not going in there until you change the password." George crossed his arms over his chest.

"Same here." Fred agreed, equaled disturbed.

"Fine then, don’t come in here!" Alexis shut the portrait and gave out a frustrated yell. "I can’t stand them!"

OOOOOO

Christmas break came a few days later. Not too many students had decided to stay over for the break, save the Weasleys, Harry, and a few other selective groups. It was the first day of the break that Myou and Ruthian left for the elf’s relatives in the forbidden forest. Myou was a little scared at first, and tired. She hadn’t slept the night before. However, she was too excited to be afraid for long, especially when a Centaur walked up to her and Ruthian.

"Hey Firenze!" The elf greeted, hugging the centaur.

He smiled down at her. "Good day to you, Ruthian. I have not seen you for quite some time. How are you? And who’s your friend?" The centaur turned towards Myou, who was smiling like a madman.

"You’re……you’re……amazing!" Myou said, jumping at him and giving him a hug. "I’m Myou; centaurs are one of my favorite magical creatures! Oh, I’m Myou!"

The centaur laughed as she let him go. "It’’s a pleasure, Myou. I am Firenze. You like magical creatures?"

"Do I ever! I memorized ‘Fantastic Beast and Where to Find them’ even!"

"Come on, my aunts expecting us." Ruthian dragged her friend away. "We’ll see you later, Firenze!" She waved to the centaur before traveling further into the forest. "Not much farther now if I remember correctly."

"What do you mean, ‘remember correctly’? You do know where we’re going, don’t you?"

"Heh, heh, well……you see, seeing the dwelling of an elf requires a third eye, and I rarely use mine, so I might miss is on accident. Don’t worry though. I mean, it’s not like anything out here is brave enough to attack an elf!"

Myou nodded, “And I know enough to be able to hex anything that is.” Myou oo’ed and ahh’ed as the elf village was revealed to her. There were only few elves in the village, and even less tree houses.

Ruthian’s aunt and uncle had three children, who seemed appeared toddlers to Myou. Yet, they were more mature than other toddlers the mortal had met. Still, they were sweet, kind and carefree. Myou and Ruthian spent most of the day learning elfin games from the children. It wasn't until nightfall when their games were disrupted by a great, loud dragon roar.

“Was that a…Horntail dragon?"

“You can tell what type it is by its roar?” Ruthian asked, astounded.

"Of course I can! Each different type of dragon has a different roar. Can’t you tell?"

"Well, yes, I just wasn't sure that a humans ears were strong enough to pick up the differences. It’s my aunts Horntail. She found the egg and let the thing hatch and raised her. Her names Saya. Wanna go see her?"

"Of course I do!"

The Horntail was big of course, but she was just lying in a field when Ruthian brought Myou to her. Saya started to growl lowly, and then when Myou took a step forward, she gave a loud roar. Myou just smiled, which seemed to startle the dragon. She lifted its head towards Myou and began to sniff her. Saya gave a snort.

"Hey that tickled!" Myou said, hitting the dragon playfully on the nose. "Where are your manners?"

The dragon gave her an odd look. "She’s a weird one." She spoke to Ruthian.

The elf laughed. "I know, she can be confusing."

OOOOOO

The other Belfair sat in the middle of the living room with her family, all of which were asking her questions about her school (the twins more than her parents of course) and she sighed, looking out the window. “Wish Myou was here,” She said, heaving another sigh.

Their mother smiled, “I know you guys are never apart long, but it’ll go by faster than you know it.” She said, trying to cheer the older twin up.

“How do they decide what house you’re supposed to be in?” Haru suddenly asked from his spot on the floor next to his brother.

Ami smirked, “You have to wrestle a troll! And if you lose, you’re never allowed back!”

“I can’t wrestle a troll!” Kisho exclaimed, “I’ve never even seen a troll!”

Haru, however, rolled his eyes, “Yeah right! If that were the case, then both you and Myou would have been sent home!”

“Really? We studied before we left, remember. It was easy. A few spells, a flick of the wrist. Well, not too easy. It did break my arm. But Madame Pomfrey mended it back together easily enough.”

Haru looked not too sure of himself after that. “I’m not sure I want to go.”

Mr. Belfair gave Ami a disapproving look. “Genève is coming over soon. I’m sure if you ask her, she will tell you what you really have to do. She never mentioned anything about any trolls. Though she did talk about ‘Quidditch’ a lot. Never did understand it myself.”

“I will never get on a broom again.” Ami said suddenly, turning white as a ghost. “Myou may be a natural, but not me. I broke a rib my first lesson! Had to beg them to not make me take anymore. The broom had a mind of its own.” She said, quivering at the memory.

“What happened!?” Haru asked, leaning it to hear her better.

“Well…” Ami paused, then shrugged. I mounted it just like Madame Hooch said. Then, when I kicked off, the dang thing shot up and took me for a ride! I went all the way around the school before it took a nose dive and I fell off. Twisted my wrist, too.” She held her wrist at the memory. “But Myou, she’s going to go out for the Quidditch team next year. Her first lesson the broom came right to her with only one try. Took me about ten. And I hate heights too,” She paused to think, then added, “But, considering she’s a Slytherin, she had to be good at it. I mean, she earned the respect of some of the house, though most of them don’t like her. But Bole’s been nice to her ever since he saw her flying. Even save Harry to impress her.”

The was cut off by the door opening and a voice calling out, “Hello? Anyone here?”

“Genève!” David called out. “We’re in here!”

A woman rounded the corner, her husband in tow. She had long, soft colored hair and gentle blue eyes. “David. It’s good to see you! I’m so glad you moved back out here.” She said, giving him a hug.

“Hi there,” David kneeled down to look at the 11 year old boy standing behind his father’s leg. “You must be Vincent.”

He nodded. “Yeah. I’m going to Hogwarts next year!” He said, feeling a little less shy. “It’s nice to meet you. Mom talks about you none stop!”

David smiled and stood, looking at the man his sister had married. “I don’t believe we had the pleasure of meeting before my sister married you.”

“Alex Croaker.” He said while shaking David’s outstretched hand. “It is a pleasure. And Genève does talk about you nonstop.”

“I’m Kisho!” Said the younger male twin, running up to Vincent.

“And I’m Haru.”

“We’ll be attending Hogwarts too!” Both said with a smile at the slightly older boy.
He, too, smiled. “That means I won’t be alone. I was afraid because I don’t have any siblings.”

The twin boys’ faces lighten up. “We can be your brothers!” Kisho said excitedly. “It will be great! I hope we all get into the same house!” He then whispered, “My sister said you have to wrestle a troll! But I don’t know if she was telling the truth.”

“Wrestle a troll?” Genève suddenly laughed, kneeling down to the boys level. “You don’t wrestle a troll! You put on a goof old hate. He’s a little insane, but harmless. He reads your mind, then tells you the house you are going to be in.”

Ami rolled her eyes. “You just ruined all of my fun.” She said, standing. “I’m Ami. Myou decided to go with a friend or else you could have met her too.”

Genève stood and smiled down at her. “So, you two are also twins? Two sets of twins is a rare blessing.” She said with a nod of her head. “Alright, how about I make you guys some wizards hot chocolate?”

OOOOOO

Usually, when the Blacks spent Christmas with the Malfoy’s, everyone would stay at the Malfoy manor. However, this particular Christmas, it was decided that Draco should get to see the home his mother grew up in. While his mother was ecstatic(at least by her terms) about the visit, his father only become more irritable.

Draco found that he liked the Black mansion more than his own house. It gave off a cold, dark, and mysterious feeling, as opposed to the cruel, evil, and lonely feeling the Malfoy manor projected. The place almost reminded him of a dungeon in a medieval castle, only there were less torture devices.

He had taken to roaming the halls in his free time, so he could get used to the place. All of the walls were covered with beautiful paintings of not so beautiful wizards and other magnificently horrible scenes. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a door with an odd tree painted over it. Curious he decided to take a look inside.

There he found an elaborate family tree. It contained pictures of every known member of the black family. He managed to locate himself among the crowd of pictures, and a sad smile crossed his face as he looked at it. The picture had been taken back when he loved his parents, and they at least acted like they loved him. In those days, he had actually been happy, now was different though.

Draco moved on and examined other pictures. He saw his big-nosed aunt, the cousin that caused him to break his arm when he was three, and even Sirius Black. Yet, one particular pair of violet eyes caught his attention. The portrait held Sirius Black’s niece, a young brunette girl, probably no more than the age of four. Her name was Alexis R. Black.
“Not possible...” Malfoy whispered.

He desperately searched for something that could disprove his immediate assumption. This girl couldn’t be the notorious prankster he knew. Alexis Rayne’s eyes were always joyful and mischievous, not dark and judgmental like Alexis R. Black’s.

The only other thing he managed to find about the girl was that her birthday was June 5th 1978. She was thirteen, the same age as Alexis.

“Not possible.” He said again louder. They couldn’t be the same person, could they?

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Kathryn: We really have nothing to say. Just R&R&R please?