The Girl Who Lived part 41-50

So, I actually never really realized how short I made these chapters. But, oh well. In the future chapters, I set a goal for myself of at least one thousand words

I apologize for the short additions, but then again, I did write this a couple years ago. I must've not had lot of time or ideas and was focusing on the ending

Created by: chopinSonata1849
  1. Part 41
  2. It had been a long year at Hogwarts and I was finally about ready for a break. It didn't need to be anything extravagant, I just wanted this summer to be at least pleasant. Although I did have the big party that I was expected to attend entirely which I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to do. But I said I would and I wasn't about to run out on my word. It sounded like fun, plus I would be paid as well so maybe this year I'll be able to get people decent gifts this year. After we had gotten off at the station, I could see Mr.Weasley standing in front of a crowd waving at us with so much enthusiasm. They must be happy that we were returning from Hogwarts. There was lots of conversation on the ride back. So many stories to tell, so little time. What I noticed about the Weasley family is that there is almost never a silent moment. Everyone has a different perspective on that. For example while I truly adore the Weasey's and their non stop bickering, some others do not. For example, a certain Slytherin I know simply loathes them. I found their never-ending chatter fun and exciting. Unlike the silence in Malfoy Manor that was haunting. "Scarlet, how was your year at Hogwarts?" Mr.Weasley had asked. So many events had occurred through this year. I settled for one word and one word only to describe it. "Eventful." Mr. Weasley gave me a confused look not knowing whether 'eventful' was something good or bad news. It honestly could have been either. "In the good way." I quickly added. "Why are you in a wheelchair?" He asked. I was sure a letter had been sent to them on my whereabouts but maybe it got lost in the mail. Maybe it was never even sent and this was just my imagination. I sat there curious of what I was going to tell him and apparently so were the twins who were on either side of me. I hesitated to answer knowing that if I had said that a giant serpents tail had smacked me into a thick concrete wall, I wouldn't get a happy response. "Scarlet's had a long day. I think she needs some rest." Commented George seeing my struggle to answer his father's question. The car ride seemed to drag on and my eyelids seemed to get heavier and heavier. I put my head on the nearest twins shoulder. I think it was Fred but I was so tired my mind may have been confused. When I was near falling asleep I felt as if I was being pulled away from Fred and onto the other shoulder on the other side of me. I continued to sleep and I woke a few minutes later to find that I hadn't had my head resting on George's shoulder but on Fred's. I felt a slight tug on my other shoulder, pulling me slightly in the other direction. "Stop moving her or she'll wake up." I hear Fred whisper "This wouldn't be a problem if you hadn't moved her back to your shoulder." George countered in a whisper. "Well if you hadn't moved her in the first place we wouldn't be in in this situation." The twins continued to bicker and soon it wasn't a whisper or in a hushed tone anymore, it was so loud it made my ears ache. Although since I was sitting in between the two, it may have had been since they were so close. Soon I was being pulled back and forth between the two. I felt as if I were being pulled apart and that they were trying to separate me into two. "Next one who pulls me will find something rather unpleasant when they wake up." I threatened with my eyes still closed. I could hear the twins adjust themselves and back away a little. They know for a fact that I always owned up to my threats. I never threatened to murder them or anything lethal but, I can make them regret what they've done. We soon had come back to the Weasley house with Mrs. Weasley awaiting us. I gave her a long hug and she ordered all of us to freshen up a little before dinner. She handed me a letter while still at the dinner table. "It's been waiting here unopened since yesterday. Sent by an owl." I tore open the seal on the envelope and began reading the letter. 'Dear Scarlet, If you have received this then it means I have worked up the courage to ask you to be a helping hand at the party my family is hosting. This letter is solely to inform you that the event will occur in a week and in order to do preparations, we need your assistance a day before. Considering the predicament that your in, I have decided to send you a gift for you to wear at the party when you accompany me. Sincerely, Draco Malfoy' Below his name there was a date, time and the Malfoy Manor address. I turned to Mrs. Weasley. "Was there a package sent along with the letter?" "I do believe there was." She went into the closet and retrieved a rather large looking package that was about her height. "My word, I don't even know what's in here. We were tempted to open it. It's not everyday a large package is delivered to our doorstep." I slowly untied the ribbon and ripped the expensive looking paper that covered the box. The twins were happy to help me with that part. It was a box with no label on the outside saying what it was. There was Scotch tape holding the top of the box from opening which the twins helped me get rid of. I opened the box and all of us were amazed at what was inside.
  3. Part 42
  4. Draco had sent a dress and a beautiful one at that. It was a navy blue taffeta that was supposed to be shorter on the extremely tall girls but on me, it looked as if it would go to be a couple inches below my knees. The dress did have straps but they were off-the-shoulder. It was so elegant. It seemed like a magical moment although being a wizard, all moments are supposed to be magical. In the box along with the dress, there was another box that I then opened. I handed the dress to Ginny who then held it up to herself and then danced around the room with it. I held and put the smaller box on my lap and opened it to find a pair of black platforms along with a small note written on a ripped sheet of notebook paper. 'If your reading this then you must have found the shoes. I want you to look amazing for the party. I already ripped up the receipt on the dress and shoes, so you can forget about attempting to return my gifts. ' I knew at that moment that when Draco had written this, he must have been smirking knowing he had won an argument hands down. Inside the shoe box lay another box, smaller than the one before it. Inside was a necklace, one made of pure silver. He had definitely outdone it. There was another note inside. 'I ripped up the receipt for the necklace as well as everything else so don't get any funny ideas.' I smiled at the thought and knew that if he had said that to my face, he would've smirked, making me want to slap him upside the head. I've often wanted to do that but since his parents were pretty much my guardians at the time, assaulting their son wouldn't do me any good since they hadn't been fond of me from the start. "Looks like someone fancies our Scarlet." Stated Fred. "I don't like it one bit Freddie, not one bit. I think we ought to check out this lad." George added in. "I appreciate that you're looking out for me but you honestly don't have to. I'm just working there." I told them. "Yes but he did also ask you to be his date." Said the twins. "He did but he has a reason why. He just wants to go with me because if he has a date, he has a reason not to go with Pansy Parkinson. Not because he likes me." "I think we should go supervise this anyway. We never get to go to parties anyway." Both the twins said. "I wonder why." I said sarcastically rolling my eyes. The twins asked Ron if he wanted to go and he said yes. Before I knew it, I would be attending with three others. This is going to be one special party.
  5. Part 43
  6. The next couple days seemed like a blur, but before I knew it, the day before the party was here. It was around 5 but it would be 7 in the evening when I arrived. We needed to work all night and then in the morning to prepare the foods and at night right before the food is served. I checked myself in the mirror. My eyes were that green and my hair was so brown it had appeared black. There was some faint calling that I couldn't entirely hear. I propped open the door and heard the words a little better than before. "Scarlet, your ride is here." Mrs. Weasley called from downstairs. I grabbed a pack of elastic hair ties to tie my hair back so it would be out of the way and of course my vintage purple lace ribbon. I threw on my purse which held my spare clothes and fancier clothes for that evening. I would pretty much be staying overnight at Malfoy Manor. I hurried to the stairs and slid down the railing. This was my fastest way to get downstairs. I continued sliding down taking advantage of gravity and even on top of layers of duct tape keeping the railing together. I remember a faint memory from earlier last year, the twins and Ron had shown me how to slide down their railing to get downstairs quicker. The twins went, then I and lastly Ron. Everything had been fine until Ron went. He wasn't going as fast as we were, not because he was holding onto the bar but because of friction, lots of it. There was this noise it made, kind of like when you go down a fire pole and that noise is produce because of too much friction. He also stopped several times on the way down, and it certainly wasn't on purpose. Eventually halfway down, there was this screech and the railing began to break. Not completely but more like a fracture. We used black duct tape to hide the evidence. I remember Ron saying that he needed to lay off the pumpkin bread and I agreed. I was brought back to the present when I jumped off the bottom of the railing. I headed out the front door to find a car waiting for my arrival. I got in and the chauffeur began to drive towards Malfoy Manor. I took a cat nap on the way there so I was well rested when I got there. We finally arrived and I was led to the kitchen that I had become so familiar with and Draco stood outside the door leaning against the frame. "Glad you could join us." Draco said. "You look well rested and dressed." He said pointing at the collared white shirt and black pants that I was wearing. These were probably the 2nd nicest clothes that I own including the gown he had bought me. "You will be catering the event, sort of. I mean, you have the Malfoy chefs at your disposal and you all will be preparing meals for tomorrow but you will be serving it, that's the job of the waiters. I'm going to write down a number and tell me what you think." He pulled out a notepad and began writing down his number on a sheet of printer paper. Draco handed me the paper that he had folded and given me. I gasped at the insane number for the catering job. The number was insane. This would be enough to feed me and all the Weasley's for almost half a year. It was amazing. "I take it the number is good enough." He said. "What's on the menu?" I asked, wanting to know what to prepare. "Well, spaghetti in some type of exquisite sauce, Salmon, iceberg wedges without the dressing so the lettuce won't get soggy. Lastly, some type of dessert. You can decide. None of our guests have any allergies so it's okay to use anything you want." "Sounds great. I'll get cooking." I entered the kitchen to see the faces of half the servants I'd known and the other half must be new."Hello, I will be the executive chef in charge today and a bit of tomorrow. I'm Scarlet. Together with all of us working, I think we can accomplish great things. First off is dinner. You can't eat on an empty stomach. I brought some foods for dinner." I called in Fred, George and Ron who had come along, taking a different form of transportation and bringing the meals I had prepared. The brothers wouldn't be allowed in unless they were helping do something, so I took Ron as an assistant while Fred and George worked outside, helping set up tables and everything else. I would have made them all my assistants but, Draco had assigned me to train a newbie and said I didn't need four assistants. Before the twins went to work, I had asked a favour of them. The three brought in 6 inch sandwiches for everyone. I walked around and passed out plates, they were glass but weren't fine China. Maybe I had too big of a stack because as I was carrying the plates, my foot slipped on the solid flat floor and the plates were thrown into the air, going in all directions. "Watch out." A new voice said, diving to catch the plates that were a foot away from the ground. He happened to catch all but 1 plate which I caught with my left hand. "Nice save." I commented. He stands, puts the plates on the granite countertop and offered me a hand. "Thanks." His face was oval shaped and his hair went to his shoulders. There were red streaks in his dark brown hair outlined his face and was pulled back in in a ponytail. His eyes were a dark brown but not to the point of the almost appearing black. He looked like a kind person now but on the street I wouldn't wanna mess with him. "I'm Scarlet, executive chef for tonight." I said introducing myself and picking up the plates he ha placed on the countertops. He took the from my hands. "I've got it. I think it would be so much easier easier if I passed out the plates." He began passing everything out. "I'm Q. Parker, newbie."
  7. Part 44
  8. After dinner, George and Fred went to work outside working on preparations for the party. "All right, let's begin with creating the pasta sauce. This is something you can make a day before serving if you don't have a lot of time before serving." I taught them various skills I had learned throughout my cooking years. Ron wasn't much help but I made him official taste tester. The aroma flowed everywhere making your mouth water. Garlic, onions, bacon, tomato sauce and paste with the flavouring of wine all combined in several large pots with various spices filled the room. I circled around the room to make sure that there weren't any safety hazards that I should have been worried about. My other assistant stood stood and seemed to be staring at a board of onions that were half chopped. He wasn't looking at the cutting board, but at the knife in his hand with blood on it. I headed over towards him, all the other chefs seemed to be doing just fine. Although, Ron wouldn't stop bugging the chefs around him with taste testing until they finally lashed out at him. "You must've cut yourself while chopping onions. Here, follow me." I brought him to the butler's pantry where I had stored my backpack with a safety kit. I dug out the safety kit. "You should be more careful with sharp knives, although a dull knife is more dangerous to be using. Let me see your cut." He held out his arm that had several slashes on it. I applied rubbing alcohol to disinfect it to prevent infection." "It stings." He mumbled just audible enough for me to hear. I continued on with applying rubbing alcohol. "It wouldn't hurt so much if you hadn't cut yourself." I commented not looking up. "You don't look like you enjoy cooking, so why are you doing this job?" "None of your business." He said rudely. "Sorry." I said unapologetic and retrieving the gauze from my bag.I wrapped his arm in the gauze tightly but not to the point of cutting off circulation. I put away the rest of my first aid equipment and returned to the kitchen. I stored the sauce in the fridge and we began preparing the Salmon. I gave an example on how to cut the Salmon, showing them various ways so there wouldn't be just one right ways, but several. Unlike math where there's only one answer. We skinned the Salmon and threw away the parts that weren't meant for human consumption, tossing out bones and skin. We cooked the Salmon and stored it in the fridge, preparing the butter sauce separately. This way, the fish wouldn't become soggy overnight. We finished the preparations that could have had been done now before the party began. Everything had been prepared, except for the pasta and the last minute things that could be done right before the party began. Morning came sooner than expected and although the chefs had prepared to do an all-nighter, they were still tired. Since we had finished early, I allowed my team to sleep in a few of the many guest rooms at Malfoy Manor, knowing that they absolutely couldn't work in these conditions. Everyone slept for a couple hours and we headed back down to the kitchen where I served breakfast knowing that without energy, my team of chefs wouldn't be able to even last the day. The time soon began to do the last minute touch ups on the food before the real party event would begin. I had Ron and my other assistant watch out for the others although I was confident enough that they wouldn't even need my assistance. I headed downstairs to the dungeon where my old room under the stairs was and I had last placed my backpack. There was this odd ooze coming out from the walls which suggested that it needed a thorough cleaning. I opened the door to my room, it was the same from when I had left it 2 years ago although there were spider webs in the corners and heavy coat of dust. I opened my backpack to reveal many hygiene products, extra clothes and my dress and platforms. Slipping on that navy blue taffeta dress, I noticed that it had reached my knees. Although, I had noticed that the dress was designed for taller people. I put on my platforms and attempted to walk in them around the room. I should've planned this through and tried wearing these shoes before today, but I didn't so I'm going to have to not fall on my face. I brushed my teeth again, trying to improve my appearance and attempted to put on the pure silver necklace Draco had given me. I was still playing with the clasp when the maid Hilda knocked on my door. "Master Draco requests your presence now." I stopped fumbling with my necklace and followed her upstairs to a room at the end of the lit corridor. She knocked on the one door and pushed me inside. "I have brought her as you asked sir."
  9. Part 45
  10. The voice responded to Hilda. "Thank you Mildred." Said Draco. "It's Hilda sir." She bowed and scurried away leaving me and Draco in the room. The room was rather plain compared to what I had expected. Knowing him, I thought his room would be covered with pictures of himself and 'I hate Potter' signs. The window showing the back of the house, gave the only source of light within the room. "I can see that you couldn't return the dress ans shoes, but where's your necklace?" He said, uncrossing his legs and stepping out of the shadows, away from the dresser that he had been leaning against. "Ah, I couldn't put it on. My eyes can't stretch that far back to see what I'm doing." I said stepping towards the window glancing outside where the set-up was almost finished. I fished out the necklace from one pocket in my dress. "I'll put your necklace on if you help me." I gave him my approval and he stood behind me trying to fidget with the clasp enough to hook it together. I could feel his cold breath on my neck. His hands would occasionally sweep against the back of my neck, leaving a tingling sensation behind. I turned around when it felt as if he weren't there anymore. "What do you need help with?" "My hair and my tie." He said. There was a hint of a blush one his fair skin but it was so faint that I would need a magnifying glass to be sure. "Alright. Where's your tie?" He pulled out a green tie, the shade of the Slytherin tie that Hogwarts students wear to identify them as Slytherin. He handed me the silky fabric quite similar to the fabric of my dress. But simply by touch, I could tell his tie was made with a better higher quality fabric. I stepped closer adjusting the tie so it fit under his collar and both ends were facing me. I straightened the silk fabric so both sides were the same length. I tied a full Windsor knot which hid the top button of his shirt. I had learned this from several people. The twins, Mr.Weasley, Mrs.Weasley and lastly a few of the servants within the Manor. "Now for the gel" Draco handed me a canister of what I thought was his precious gel. "I think your hair looks better now, not slicked back." He listened to what I had said and he escorted me downstairs and outside to the party.
  11. Part 46
  12. The two of us ascended from the staircase. Draco and I walked out together, my heels clacked on the ground when it hit the pavement. My arm interlocked with his. After walking quite a while with these shoes, my legs became a little unstable and began to shake. "You should sit down. I'll go greet the guests." Draco had said as he led me to one of the many unoccupied chairs. As he did, I noticed that the way the sun shone on his skin and how it added so much color to his normally pale face. His shoulder brushed with his Father's as the head Malfoy glared solely at him. "Looks like those two don't get along very well. What's the story?" I turned my head to see Q. Parker sitting next to me. "Aren't you supposed to be yelling at someone for minding their own buisiness?" "Look, it's just a thing. The reason I'm working is to pay for a way out." He wasn't in day clothes like he was in the kitchen earlier. He had changed into a white collared shirt and black pants that had looked like they were juct ironed. "A way out of what?" "a huge debt." "You're not a person made of many words are you?" "While your not a girl with a lot of-" "What's the huge debt for?" "Rehab.
  13. PArt 47
  14. "Don't be misunderstanding anything, the rehab wasn't for me. But I am on parole." He said whispering so only I could hear. The people around us bustled around although most of them were waiters. "Then who's in rehab?" "My father. When my mom left us, my dad OD-ed and got sent to rehab. I need to pay it off. We didn't have much money to begin with." He said staring down at his empty pockets. "Then why are you on parole?" I asked staring down at my glass while mixing my iced water with my straw. "Assault." "I can see that." "What's that supposed to mean?" I could see that he was a tad upset at my remark. "Well, you kind of look like you could be a thug." I said. "What's wrong with being intimidating?" "Nothing." I said throwing my hands up in the air. "Well, I have to go back to work. Save me a dance later?" He said putting his hands on the table to hoist himself up from the table. I said that I would and he left to do some extra preparations.
  15. Part 48
  16. After Parker left, Lucius Malfow waltzed over. "I hear that you're Draco's little date. Listen up." He began, leaning towards me with his hands on the table. "Draco is a Pureblood." His grey soulless eyes searched my face. Looking for hesitation, for a weakness. "He doesn't belong with Mudbloods." His voice sharp. "Draco is the sole inheritor of the Malfoy estate. He needs to be with someone who can higher his status, not lower it. He shouldn't be with a mudblood, he's too good for that. And he absolutely shouldn't be with an abandoned parentless talentless person like you." He continued searchinng my face and actions rapidly. "Did it ever occur to you that I might've been asked?" "I bet you were paid to go out with him since he hasn't found anyone worthy enough and he knows you will anything for money. Where did you get that ensemble that you're wearing? I bet he sent it. You're no better than Fantine from Les Miserables. Doing anything for money." His voice sinister and threatening. "I'm surprised you can even read. What? Did you read the synopsis on the internet? I bet the book bored you to tears." I answered back. "Listen here." Lucius Malfoy said grabbing my silver necklace and gripping it tightly. "I can squish you like a bug. No one would notice." His grip tightened as he grabbed more of the chain nearly cutting off my air supply. "You dimwitted adult. You think they wouldn't find the body?" "With a little bit of money, anything is possible." "Wanna bet?" I asked staring at him The atmosphere had become so tense while we had been talking.
  17. Part 49
  18. "I'm glad that you two are at the very least friends though." She said looking over at Draco who was greeting guests. "Why? I heard from Lucius that I'm not respectable and smart enough to be his friend. I'm not even sure that he thinks of me as a friend." "I bet he thinks of you as a friend. I haven't seen him with really anyone besides Crabbe, Goyle and that Pansy Parkinson that he desperately tries to avoid. About Lucius, whatever he says, don't take it to heart. Even though he says that he doesn't think you're worthy of being Draco's friend since your a Pureblood, I don't think so.You're a wonderful girl and I can see more kindness in Draco's heart even though it's very little. It's starting to spread little by little." She said aloud. From across the yard, I could see Draco who had finished introducing his guests and began heading towards us. "I'm glad that he invited you to be his date. To be honest, I simply detest that Pansy Parkinson. She's so annoying." Mrs. Malfoy said passing Draco as she left. "Draco." She said, tilting her head forward slightly. To show that she aknowledged him. "Mother." Draco repeated. On his way towards me, he spotted something on the ground. Something shiny. My necklace. Draco bent forward to pick up the object and held it up to the gradual setting sun to examine the item. "Your necklace." He said, still staring at the silver chain. "Don't worry, I'll buy you a new one. I'll tear up the reciept again so that you can't return it." "Thanks but, I really don't need a new one. The chain just snapped. I can fix it something. Duct tape or even glue. Duct tape can fix anything. There are endless possibilities." I started. "Nonsense." He said putting his flat palm towards me as an indication to stop. "I'll buy you a new one. a mere pure silver necklace doesn't cost much."He just lied right there. I know that a pure silver necklace was enough to feed the entire Weasley family for about a year. I figured I would go along with his little charade since it was his party after all. "Shall we go?" He asked extending his arm out towards me. "Go where?" I asked hesitant to take his arm. "To the dance floor of course." PART 2 I accepted his hand that he had held out in front of me. He escorted me to the dance floor. Or what could've had been the dance floor according to a piece of lined paper taped to a table that marked it. My hand felt warmed in his as the weather had become slightly colder as the night went on. As I walked, the bottom of my tafetta dress swished around. We were the first ones on the dance floor. I could feel eyes on us, but I didn't pay attention to them. It didn't matter in the least bit of what they thought of me. He placed his hand on my back while I put mine on his shoulder that he hadn't been holding. The song was a waltz, with a melancholy tune, but it made you want to dance. As we danced, I could feel so much energy. As we continued to dance, no one had entered the dance floor yet. "Are we supposed to be dancing yet? No one else is on the dance floor." I asked as he twirled me and we went back to our steps. "Yes. What do I care if we catch a couple of eyes." Said Draco A matter-factly. "Act as if they're not there." I sighed and tried to block those staring judgemental eyes on me. The cold glares coming from Pansy, Ron blubbering some random stuff as he ate some kind of crusty looking food that fell out of his mouth as he talked and Lucius who looked menacing. His arms were folded as he watched every move, Every breath. Every mistake. I could sense he was mentally critisizing me and pointing out all my faults. As I was processing all of this, the last thing that I was paying attention to was the dancing or the music. Then I made one fatal mistake that surely everyone would be laughing at, I stepped on his foot. Suddenly there was a huge commontion that distracted the attention away from my mistake. "Look what You've done to my dress! You completely ruined it!" Screeched Pansy from the corner. Sure enough, I knew what had happened before I looked at the situation when I spotted the twins. Fred was holding an empty wine glass upside down over on Pansy's head, spoiling her ivory white dress. George was holding an uncorked wine bottle in his right hand and a tray in his left. "Look, now it's starting to stain. You must do something to fix my dress immediately!" She began to throw a tantrum like a 5 year old who refused to nap during nap time. "I can't wear a dress with two completely different colors." Then, George took the wine bottle, lifted it over her head and poured or splashed the remaining amount of wine within the bottle. "There, now your dress is all the same shade. A Shipwrecked 1907 Heidsieck shade. It definitely compiments your sourness." "That's a great one George!" Fred said between laughs as he slowly began to turn the color of the wine from laughing too much. Pansy stormed off and left for the house to get herself cleaned up. I turned to Draco. "Sorry for stepping on your foot." "Well, you're a lot heavier than you look. To make it up, you owe me one more dance." "Okay." The music began and danced for what felt like hours.
  19. Part 50
  20. We danced until the music stopped. It had felt like hours when it had only been a matter of minutes and it seemed as though the time was golden. I wouldn't trade it for anything. Well, maybe food when my stomach growled. 'Let's go get you some food." We walked over to the buffet table. Everything was mostly picked over. The only appetizing thing was probably the skin from the salmon. "There must be more than this. Oh, wait till I tell my father hears about this!..." Then he went off on his own little rant, shaking his finger in the air as if it were some kind of weapon. I left Draco in that state of his that he has while I walked over to Ron, who I knew for sure had taken more than his share. "Ron, you got any extra food?" It wasn't much of a question, but more of a command. "Yeah." He opened his jacket to reveal several snacks attached to the inside of his jacket "Make your choice. You can have whatever you want. I already hit up the buffet table before hand." "Hit up the buffet table? Was that even allowed? When did you have time? I saw you, you were bustling tables." "I ate as I served and when I went to the buffet table, I hid some under my jacked in a plastic bag. I don't think it was allowed but the Malfoy's have got to be crazy to think we wouldn't try the food." "You are Ron after all." I accepted his offer and took a bag of food that had been attached to the inside of his jacket. "Thanks. Isn't your break over ?" " What break? I wasn't even supposed to get a break. There are so many people here that are busting tables that I don't even need to work anymore today. Oh yeah, Parker's looking for you." PART 2 I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned swiftly to see Parker in noticeably nicer clothes than I had seen him earlier. He was wearing tuxedo with what looked like newly polished black dress shoes. "You haven't forgot about my dance have you?" He asked. "Course not. What an outfit! Where did that come from?" I asked. I glanced over my shoulder, expecting Ron to be eating something out of a bag, mouth stuffed full and watching us.To my surprise, Ron wasn't there, he was being dragged across the dance floor by his ear. One of the head chefs had found him and appeared to be dragging him back to the kitchen. "Well, this used to be my dad's. I've kept it in good shape in case of an emergency." He responded. "What kind of emergency?" "This kind." He said, as he dipped me "Hey, did you hear that Lucius Malfoy's on a rampage?" "Really where?" "I have no clue. But word is, that someone tipped him off about the tablecloths and the table centerpieces have gone missing. He's still trying to find who it is." "Wanna make a wager?" Parker asked, raising his eyebrows. "You bet. Who are you saying did it?" "I think it's that guy over there, he looks awfully suspicious." Parker pointed his finger towards a man in his mid-forties who looked rather well for his age that had worn a beige trench coat to the event and had refused to take off his jacket. "I think I have an ides of who took the valuable centerpieces. See them over there?" I stuck my finger out in the air pointing at two gingers that looked exactly alike. As we continued to dance, we made bets on who would be the first to break their fancy etiquette, the first to get mad (although Lucius had already won that category by far), easiest to irritate, the eating competition (Ron won by default, with everyone eating their tiny portions while he could eat their whole plate in one bite), the jokesters (the twins pulled more jokes than at Hogwarts although that was probably cause they would never have to see these people again) and lastly our very first bet. Who tipped off Lucius and who stole the expensive centerpieces. A couple minutes later as I thought, the twins ran through with an angry mob behind them. Lucius was at the front of the crowd with a centerpiece in one hand, and a lime green table cloth in the other. "I told you." I said. "Scarlet, Ron! it's time to leave."They said running past us and towards the car. I turned to Parker. "I gotta go." Sprinting, I dragged Ron across the freshly mowed lawn and into the car where the twins were starting to drive the flying car. "You got our paycheck right?" asked Fred who seemed as if this had been usual behavior. "Yes, Draco gave it to me before he left to rant about something." I handed them each a slip of paper with the amount of money they had earned. "What are you going to do with your share?" George asked, while keeping his eyes on his driving. "I plan to put in a bank and save it for a rainy day." I said. "I plan to put it in a bank as well, but I don't want to use it for a rainy day, I want to use it for some kind of business." Fred and George said. "I want to use mine to buy food." Ron stated. The ride home had a bit of turbulence but not so much that it disrupted our course. It was a relief when we landed on the firm ground outside of the Weasley home. The air was fresh and it was quiet, peaceful. A majority of the time, the twins would bicker on and on about their next prank while Ron would drool over the food he would buy with his sum of money. Having my feet on solid ground had never felt so refreshing. I retrieved my bag from the trunk and carried it up to the room that I had shared with Ginny. I could feel the bags under my eyes, weighing me down. I only needed a few hours of sleep and then I would be perfectly refreshed to pack for my next year of Hogwarts. I had forgotten that Hermoine was staying with us for a day or two before we left for Hogwarts. I suppose that I'll just greet her tomorrow. I laid my head on the pillow for just a bit of rest I felt this heavy weight lift off my shoulders. I closed my eyelids, relaxing my shoulders. I had only gotten a few hours of sleep when I heard some talking coming from downstairs. "Harry!" I heard Ginny say. I woke and crept downstairs.
  21. I woke from my long dream with a smile plastered on my face that wouldn't be possible for me to replace with a frown. The only thing negative about it was when the fairytale-like dream ended. I threw on my robes, brushed my hair and all those preparations to get ready to go to breakfast. The twins were up to their normal shenanigans. When I sat in my normal spot between them and the Golden Trio sat across from us, there was a loud farting noise. Not only a noise, but there was some sort of putrid unidentifiable smell. I clamped my nostrils shut. "Ron, what have you been eating?" Asked Fred holding his nose. "Whatever it is, you'd better stop. It isn't very safe for other's to breath out that almost toxic gas." George commented with a clothes pin clamping his nose shut. By this time, everyone in the cafeteria was gagging from the smell. George and Fred happened to have the perfect thing everyone needed. For a certain price, that is. They had a huge basket of clothes pins that they went around selling. It was a perfect 'I need this right now' kind of situation. Kind of like how you buy salty peanuts at a baseball game or that ultra unhealthy lipid-loaded popcorn. By the end of breakfast the twins were counting the cash they made and were totalling up their profits. "I say we did a good job today Freddie." "I can't agree more George." "You planned that didn't you." I told them, making it not of a statement than a question. "Why would you think that dear Scarlet?" George put his hand to his heart and giving a hurt face. "Would we ever do anything like that? Make money off at our brother's expense?" George continued on being an awful dramatic. "Yes, you would." I stated firmly. Fred turned towards me. "Cut it out George, of course we would. Everyone knows that." Fred cut in. "I don't really care about you making money off of Ron. I just want to know how you did it?" I said. "Good magicians never reveal their secrets." George stated raising his eyebrows several times. "How about you magicians tell me your secret or I tell your mom and dad that you almost failed potions last year, and you wrecked the car several times without permission." I pointed an accusing finger at both of the twins. "My, my Scarlet, is that blackmail I hear? Alright very well. It's simple my dear Scarlet, we filled a whoopie cushion-" " With a bunch of items that smelled. We added Ron's socks to the collection." "Then we bought clothes pins and sold them, giving us a fairly high profit." The twins finished each other's sentences as they always do. The next few classes seemed like a bore. The only thing that I had to look forward to is the Quidditch game later.Potions bored me to tears but I could say the opposite for Neville. He was stiff in his chair. I tend to forget that Neville has some kind of thing against Snape. I gotta say, he doesn't seem all that frightening but he does seem to have that essence about him when he stares at you with those soleless eyes of his. The classes passed as slowly as I had anticipated. Lunch wasn't as eventful as breakfast but Ron did chase the twins around the mess hall until Ron just collapsed from all of the running. "I'm gonna get you two!" Ron had yelled. "You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that to catch us little brother." They answered over their shoulder as they ran away from him. I saw Harry afterwards in his Quidditch outfit witht the other Gryffindoors about to play a match. "Harry, good luck.in your match." I turned over towards Oliver who was telling the team, their offense and defense. "Oliver, please don't get hit by a bludger. I know that you love the sport anyway, but please be careful." He nodded, and the team marched onto the field, brooms in hands. I took my place in the stands and enjoyed the game. PART 2 The game had been more exciting than all of my classes put together, although it wasn't as exciting as most of the things that had happened. By now, Ron had let bygones be bygones and forgave the twins since they had to play a game with each other and it would be so much easier if they hadn't been fighting. The Gryffindoors won and Oliver didn't get hit by a bludger at all which is a huge bright side to what I'm used to. The game ended and I headed upstairs on the girls side to my sleeping quarters. The next morning I had Boggarts with Proffessor Lupin. In the center of the room was a rattling wardrobe that wielded either a fierce beast held in too tight a space or some heartless malicious monster waiting to tear us to shreds. Well, this is Boggarts. It could be both. "Boggarts have no known shape or form when they're by themselves. But, when a boggart is in front of your very eyes, it molds itself into your largest fear. "Professor Lupin went on. He ushered us from being a huge cluster in the middle of the room into a messy two by two line. Somehow, even though Neville and I were in the back of the cluster closest to the door, we had been pushed up to the front of the classroom. I stood a couple behind Neville and he was up first. "Now, what frightens you most?" he asked Neville. Neville was hesitant. "Proffessor Snape." Everyone laughed, but I'm sure it wouldn't have had been the least bit funny if it was them. "Now I understand you live with your grandmother." "Yes, but I don't want the boggart to turn into her either." Another laugh from the rest of the class. "No. Now I want you to picture her clothes and only her clothes. Very clearly in your mind. Now when I open the wardrobe, I want you to-" He whispered something in his ear. "Now. One, two, three." Professor counted, and on three, he muttered a spell releasing the lock on the wardrobe.The door to the wardrobe opened slowly and Snape stepped out. Neville held out his trembling had and shouted "Riddikulus" and what happened next was rather ridikkulus itself. Soon Snape was wearing a whole new grandma ensemble. A red handbag, a striped coat and a stuffed fox draped around his neck. The rest of the class everyone went up to the front of the classroom and faced the boggart. Ron's greatest fear is spider's which I'm sure everyone knew already. He shouted the charm and the spider soon had rollerblades, making it slide everywhere. Harry went in front of the class. The boggart had shifted into a dementor. Lupin slid in front of Harry making the boggart change forms once again, but into his worst fear. An image of a full moon was shown and shortly after, he shouted "Riddikulus!" turning the image into a deflating balloon. I was next up to go. The boggart had changed several times when I stood in front of it. It had become several swirls of colors, kind of like a washer when it's at a high speed and all the colors of clothes are meshing together. I had actually never though of my greatest fear. Up until now, I didn't think I even had one, but, everyone has fears. The boggart had stopped on a figure. At first I couldn't comprhend what it was. Everyone around me gasped in horror. I could feel shivers throughout my body. I looked up to face the boggart and gulped, raising my wand up towards the figures. My eyes felt wet and I couldn't muster the strength to shout that stupid charm. Harry stepped in to aid me. He shouted the charm but my fear was too horrible to laugh at. To even joke about. Lupin dismissed class. I sprinted into the hallway, water droplets falling from my eyes as I passed by people. I finally stopped when I thought I had gone far enough. I was outside of Hogwarts near the lake, under the willow tree. I heard footsteps coming in my direction, not just of one person, but several. They sat near me and we formed a circle. The twins, Harry, Hermoine and Neville. Neville sat directly beside me and I hugged him tightly. After squeezing Neville so hard that he almost turned as purple as a plum, I leaned my head on his shoulder. His touch and smell filling my mind. It was utterly calming. "What was that?" asked Harry. "Apparently my worst fear." "What is that?" "Well, it's-" I was interrupted by Ron who ran in panting, holding a bag of sour gummy worms. Hermoine gave him a menacing look, staring daggers at him. Although he didn't seem to notice. "Sorry I'm late, I almost forgot my snack bag." I held out my had towards him. "Aren't you going to share?" He seemed relieved I wasn't upset with him like Hermoine. Ron passed me the bag, I took a few, passed it around and continued speaking. "They're bodies." The shiver returned. "Of what?" They asked. "Of the ones I love."

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