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Hogwarts, Here We Come! by Emilyinlove
Chapter 10 : Chapter Nine: Changes and Detention
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Disclaimer: I do not own J.K. Rowling, the Harry Potter books, series, characters, movies or anything that has to do with it. I do own some of the plot, as well as the OC characters.

Author's Note: Hello! I'm putting it up, just like I said. Anyways, this chapter involves, detentions, changes, and some serious flirting. YAY! Also, one of my best friends put up her story called "Hogwarts Rewind" by Britney Black. It is very good, and I suggest you read it! I also, have done all the graphics for that! She's a dork and didn't think it was on, but i saw it today when I was scanning through the newly validated and saw my banner, so I sent her a message explaining that it was being validated, not rejected. Haha. Anyways, read on!

Chapter Nine: Changes and Detention

Where was I? What happened? And why was it so freakin' dark?! Ohmigod, maybe I was dead! I was too young to die!

All these thoughts, and unfortunately even more ran through my head as my eyes fluttered open. Well, that explains why it was so dark.

It was really quite with the occasional cough or sneeze. It gave me the sudden urge to make cricket sounds. That would be a habit I picked up from my older sister. Just don't ask.

I still didn't know where I was, and that scared me. What if I had been kidnapped? No, that couldn't be it; there wouldn't be other people here.

But then again, I was just looking straight ahead, and there was just a curtain. It never really occurred to me that I might actually need to look around the area to get a better feeling of where I was.

There were curtains all around, blocking me into a small are on what looked to be a hospital bed, because I know it sure felt like one. And there were "Get Well Soon" cards and plenty of candy all over the tables surrounding me.

So I made a guess that I was in the Hospital Wing. It turned out to be a pretty accurate guess when Madame Pomfrey came bustling through the curtains.

"Oh! You're awake! You gave us all a right start there Miss Williams," Madame Pomfrey said, a look of relief on her face.

"What happened?" I asked cautiously, hearing that my voice was slightly hoarse.

"When you were out on Halloween, you fainted and knocked your head on a metal stool. You got a concussion as far as we can see. You were immediately transported back here where you've been in a coma for about three days now," Madame Pomfrey said casually. I will never understand how people can say these things in such a casual voice like it happens everyday.

"Why did I faint in the first place?" I asked curiously, hoping that she knew the answer.

"Oh, I'm afraid I'm not qualified to tell you that," Madame Pomfrey said. Okay, now I was just getting impatient.

"Why not?" I persisted.

"Professor Dumbledore will have to explain it to you himself," She answered and because of the look on my face she added, "He'll be here in a few minutes, just as soon as I let him know that you're awake."

With that, she left and I was back to be alone with only my thoughts as company. So what exactly happened on Halloween that she wasn't qualified to tell me? And why was I in a coma for three days?

"Miss Williams, glad to see you have finally joined us again," Professor Dumbledore said, ripping me away from my thoughts. "This is Remus Lupin." He pointed to a shabbier looking man that was standing beside him. The man had sandy blonde hair and amber eyes that were almost golden. He also had multiple scars on his face and a very tired expression. He looked very familiar, not just because I had read about him or seen him in the movies; he looked like someone I knew, but I just couldn't place it.

"You are going through a lot of changes right now," Dumbledore said. Ohmigod, my headmaster was not going to give me the talk...was he? OH MY GOOD GODRIC, this was going to be hilarious!

"Your Great Grandmother Jeannie was a fairy. And on Halloween night of a fairy's fourteenth year, a fairy starts to get their wings, but through a complicated transformation," Dumbledore explained. So, he wasn't giving me the talk? Well, thank goodness for that! Wait...did he say that my great grandmother was a fairy?

"Wait, so you're saying that I'm not a witch, but a fairy?" I asked, now feeling very confused. First, I think I'm just a regular old muggle. Then I find out I'm a witch and I'm to attend Hogwarts, and now I'm finding out that I'm a fairy? What was going on and why couldn't anyone just tell me what I was right away?

"No, you are both. Half-witch and half-fairy," Lupin answered from beside Dumbledore.

"But how can I be a fairy if I don't have any wings?" I asked, finding the flaw in their little scheme. That's what this was. A little scheme created to confuse me. Well, I was not falling for that.

"They should be coming very soon," Dumbledore noted. "You're going to have to stay in the Hospital Wing for one more night, just until your wings have fully grown and have gotten the proper attention that they need. Professor Lupin here will be helping you control your new powers."

"So this is why I don't need a wand?" I asked, finally starting to believe them.

"This is exactly why you don't need a wand," Dumbledore answered.

"Interesting..." I mumbled to myself.

"Now off with you both! You are done explaining and this girl is going to be in for a tough day," Madame Pomfrey said, shooing them away.

"Your lessons will begin first thing tomorrow morning in the empty room on the second floor," Lupin said quickly, before being kicked out by Madame Pomfrey.

She set down a metal tray of very abnormal and slightly scary looking liquids. "You're not going to make me drink those, are you?" I asked hopefully.

"It's the only way for your wings to grow in properly without damaging your body," She said in that freakishly casual voice. She handed me potion after potion to drink, each one different from the next. Some were sweet, some were sour, some were bland, some were as thick as molasses, and others felt just like water going down my throat.

"Okay, now I'm going to have to put you on a muggle I.V. so you can get the fluids you'll need," She said, taking out a needle.

I looked at it cautiously. I've never had to have an I.V. before. I saw my grandpa with one, though. I saw them put it in too, which was gross. She took the needle and stuck it into my vein, leaving it there before hooking it up to a baggy-thing filled with a clear liquid, which I assumed to be water.

"This is really uncomfortable," I squirmed as I looked at the needle, which I could feel beneath my skin. I just wanted to yank it out.

"Trust me, it will be the least of your concerns soon," She said.

"Madame Pomfrey!" Someone called through the infirmary. "Is Emily up yet?"

"Yes she is, but she is in no condition to have any visitors," She answered, bustling away from my bed.

"Yes I am!" I called out, snickering slightly at the look she gave me before leaving.

"Oh fine, you can go in, but don't you have class?" She asked.

"No, Dumbledore cancelled them for the day," the person answered.

"Okay then, but if she falls asleep which I highly doubt she will, or starts to feel any pain, you'll have to leave," She said as the curtains were pulled open to reveal Harry.

"Harry!" I exclaimed, sitting up to given him a hug, which he returned before sitting down in the seat beside me bed. "What are you doing here?"

"Classes were cancelled, so I decided to come and check up on you," Harry answered. "Well, and to bring you this."

He lifted up a backpack full of things I would need for the night and the next day. Pajamas, my uniform, a hair brush, a toothbrush and toothpaste, shampoo and conditioner, soap, my make-up bag, my books for class tomorrow and my teddy bear.

Big Bear had a white head and paws, a checked body of light blue, light green, light pink and light yellow. He had on light yellow bunny slippers, a yellow nose, a big smile and black and brown eyes. He also had a night cap attached to the back of his head that matched his body, except for the pom pom on the end.

"You brought Big Bear?" I asked before realizing that I had just told me crush that I had a teddy bear, and started blushing.

"Yeah, Hannah said you would need it once you woke up," Harry said, smiling crookedly at me. "I'm assuming it there's a story behind it."

"Well, you assumed right. I've had him since I was born, and I can't even remember who gave him to me, but I've always had him with me. When I was little, I brought him everywhere with me. There is probably isn't a single picture of me without him, except when I started getting older," I said. "You probably think I'm a bit of a loser for having a teddy bear."

"Not really. I wish I had had one when I was little," Harry said before looking at it. "And besides, it's cute." There was a slightly awkward silence before I decided to break it.

"Turn around, I'm going to change into my pajamas which are a lot more comfortable than these," I said, indicating the hospital robes with a look of contempt. He just sat there so I made him turn around before taking his glasses.

"That's not fair," He said, although he didn't bother to turn back around as I quickly changed into my pajamas, having to use a spell to get my top over the I.V.

"Done," I said, crawling back under the covers and handing Harry his glasses back. There was another awkward silence where Harry looked like he was having an internal debate with himself.

"I have to tell you something," He finally said and I just nodded, my signal for him to continue. "My name came out of the Goblet of Fire."

"You didn't put your name in, did you?"

"Of course not!"

"Then I believe you, it's as simple as that," I answered simply. Suddenly, I started to feel a searing pain through my back. It was like a thousand, white hot knives being stabbed into my back repeatedly. It was way too horrible to even bear.

I let out a scream of pain and anguish. What was happening to me? And to top off all of this pain, I was starting to get a migraine and feel nauseous. Today just wasn't my day.

"Mr. Potter, I think it would be better if you left now," Madame Pomfrey told Harry, sending a sympathetic look my way.

"Isn't there anything you can give her for the pain?" Harry asked, my hand tightly squeezing his as if it would get rid of my pain. It didn't, but it was comforting to have him there.

"I'm afraid not," She said. "The only thing she could take would be a Sleeping Draught."

"Then you should probably get her one because she obviously needs it," Harry said because unfortunately, I was in so much pain that I couldn't talk.

She bustled away, coming back in with a Sleeping Draught and poured it into the I.V. bag. I guess it was better to be put to sleep during it, rather than have to endure it.

The next morning I woke up to find that my whole body was really stiff. I stretched out a bit before calling Madame Pomfrey. She came and took out the I.V. before leaving me to grab the things that I would need to get ready.

I quickly went into the Hospital Wing bathroom, showered and got dressed. I pulled my wet hair back into a high ponytail as I put on my make-up. I took a long look in the mirror when I noticed something moving behind me. Big, cerulean blue and black wings, just like a monarch butterfly's except bigger.

"MADAME POMFREY!" I screamed as I ran out of the Hospital Wing bathroom in terror.

"What is it Miss Williams?" She asked.

"How do I get rid of these?" I asked, trying to see the wings that had sprouted on my back, ending up looking like a dog chasing its tail. "They must retract or something!"

"Professor Dumbledore must've left that part out," She said. "They can retract, but they'll have to stay out for at least a month so they don't get wrecked."

"But-but I have school! I don't want to have wings in class!" I exclaimed, stuttering slightly at the beginning, feeling myself grown sadder and sadder as the minutes passed.

"I'm sorry, but there's no other way. Now, you best be going or you'll be late for class," Madame Pomfrey said, handing me my bag.

"Fine," I mumbled angrily before storming out. I could tell people were staring at me. And not admiring stares like the ones I would imagine, either. The looks they were giving me were telling me how much of a freak I was.

But you know what? I didn't care anymore. After what I had been through at my first elementary school, no one would hurt me anymore. No one.

I walked into the empty classroom where Lupin had told me to meet him. The sun was blinding me through the classroom windows, but it did brighten up the room a lot. I took a seat on top of the desks, facing away from the windows. Lupin was already there and ready to teach.

"So how are we doing today?" Lupin asked.

"Horrible," I pouted, deciding that I would just feel bad for myself today. That was the solution to all of my problems. Just drown myself in self-pity.

"Not adjusting well?" Lupin asked.


"Why not?"

"Because it's not exactly something I can hide, unlike your 'furry little problem'," I said, realizing my mistake about a millisecond after I had said it, and clamped my hands over my mouth to cover it, preventing it from letting anything else out.

"H-how do you know about that?" He stuttered, looking at me with fear in his eyes, but there was also a hint of amazement.

"I'm...well...I just know things and that's all you need to know. I won't tell anyone," I promised, an almost inaudible sigh of relief escaping his lips. "Anyways, let's move on."

Pretty much all we did for the rest of that class was go through a book that I needed to learn a bunch of things from and he told me that my "fairy lessons" as he called them would be during Divination now. And just when I was getting the hang of it.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class so I started heading down to the dungeons where Potions would be starting soon.

I walked in and everyone who was in there already was staring at me like I was some sort of a circus freak show. It was one of those times where I felt like screaming "TAKE A FREAKIN' PICTURE! IT'LL LAST LONGER!" But knowing my unfortunate luck, they'd all whip out cameras and start taking pictures.

I sat down at the very back of the classroom, all by my lonesome self and stayed completely silent. And staying quiet was a difficult task for me because I liked to talk, or as my friends and family said, "I like to hear my own voice". And by how silent I was being, I knew this was not going to be a good day.

The rest of the class walked in, either paying absolutely no attention to me whatsoever, or doing the circus-freak-show stare. I would prefer that I didn't get this attention at all right now.

"Settle down class," Snape said, although no one was talking. I would never get how Snape's brain worked. "Turn to page 42 and then turn your attention to the front." He started lecturing about antidotes. I tried my best to focus, but found that I just couldn't.

I guess it was the fact that my so-called best friends couldn't even be bothered to come over and say "hello" or anything. I guess they think I'm a freak as well.

Harry came over and sat down beside me. It was completely silent other than Snape's droning before Harry said, "Are you okay?" GAH! Why did I have to be so easy to read around him? I had worked so long to build up this wall so no one could hurt me again, but it was like it didn't even exist when he was around! GOSH!

"I don't want to talk about," I whispered before scooting over into the corner so that I was more by myself. A piece of parchment floated onto my textbook, which made my curious and a bit anxious as well. I braced myself for the worst before picking it up and reading what it said inside.

If you're not willing to talk about it, why don't you write about it? It was quite the scare you gave us all.

I let out a breath of relief. I thought it was a note from someone else telling me what a freak I was. I could tell by what it said and by the writing that it was Harry. I looked over at him and rolled my eyes, but he just signaled for me to write back.

Well, it wasn't an intentional scare.

I made it float back to him, and it came back almost immediately after.

I was really scared. The way you were screaming...I was terrified; you looked like you were in so much pain. I thought something horrible might've happened.

That made me smile, even though I was in a rotten mood. At least someone cared about my well being. And besides, I think Harry could make me smile even on my worst of days.

Well, something did happen as you can plainly see, but I guess it wasn't horrible. And besides, I couldn't kick it just yet - I still have to drive everyone at this school crazy.

Harry started laughing as soon as he had read it, unfortunately catching Snape's attention.

"Now, what do we have here?" Snape sneered, grabbing the note right out of Harry's hands. " you have anything to say for yourselves, Mr. Potter and Miss Williams, for writing notes during my class?"

"Not really," I said honestly, but it came out quite cheeky, partly by accident and partly on purpose.

"Detention Miss Williams," Snape snapped immediately after.

"For what? For telling the truth?" Harry demanded.

"For talking back. Something you'd know all about, Mr. Potter, as you'll be accompanying Miss Williams in her detention for that exact reason," Snape informed him. You know, he'd be much smarter not to mess with me. I know so much about him, that it would probably scare some people and make other's think I was a stalker (which I'm not...especially of Snape). But of course, I couldn't say anything about it.

"Well, you know what? Your mom!" I blurted out, without contemplating how stupid I would sound. The whole class erupted in laughter but I was quite the opposite, turning bright red in embarrassment instead. Lindsay was laughing the most of all because I had just used her favorite insult.

"Miss Williams, that will be another three days of detention and Mr. Potter can join you," Snape said, sending looks at Harry and me that clearly said that he wanted to brutally murder us. "If anyone else says a single word, they will be joining these two trouble makers."

Lindsay made a huge, dramatic show of jumping onto her desk and striking a pose before saying, "A single word!"

"Detention Miss Hunter!"

She did a very dramatic bow before gracefully jumping off and sitting back down in her seat. He turned his back to the class and I stuck my tongue out at him before making silly faces behind his back. Lindsay caught on to what I was doing and joined in on the action.

Hannah was trying not to burst out laughing and judging by how red her skin was turning and how badly her shoulders were shaking, I could tell that it was going to happen any moment now. She finally exploded and everyone was looking at her oddly, but Lindsay and I joined her instead, just laughing for no particular reason.

"20 points from each of you Miss Scott, Miss Hunter and Miss Williams. If my class if disrupted once more, the perpetrator will be sent to the Headmaster's Office," Snape said and we were only able to nod in response because we were still laughing too hard to speak.

Well, if Snape had liked us before, he definitely didn't now. Too bad no one else joined in, it would've been fun.

Class ended and the three of us ran out of class, laughing even more. Emilie and Amy came out as well and started laughing too, having witness the whole thing.

"Why...didn'" Lindsay asked them in between laughs, as if reading my thoughts.

"We don't want detention," Emilie said. "Besides, I'm hanging out with Cedric later." We all started oo-ing and aw-ing as Emilie just rolled her eyes at us.

"We're sorry," Hannah said, giving me a hug that everyone else joined in on.

"Yeah, we should've come and sit with you right away," Emilie said. "Just because you have wings growing out of your back doesn't mean you're a different person." Emilie always had a way of making apologies humorous.

"We were just a bit...shocked, that's all," Lindsay said.

"That's okay. All is forgiven," I said, half-smiling.

"You are to write "I will not disrupt the class" a thousand times with absolutely no magic," Snape instructed before walking out of the classroom, leaving Harry and I all alone.

"Stupid potato chip head," I muttered and Harry burst out laughing at my comment.

"Stupid potato chip head?" Harry asked and I nodded. "That's one."

"I have worse, but didn't feel like getting more detentions if he heard me," I said. "And I felt like saying that one."

"You are bloody mad," Harry said, sitting down at one of the desks.

"Thanks," I said, smiling at him before taking a seat beside him. "I wonder why Hannah didn't get a detention."

"Probably because she's a Slytherin," Harry mentioned.

"That would make sense," I said, nodding my head slightly. "Anyways, I wonder what Lindsay's being forced to do."

"Probably to clean something, which we'll most likely have to do tomorrow," Harry said.

"I hate cleaning," I noted.

"Me too," Harry agreed.

"Did you know that this is my first detention ever?" I asked him randomly, not wanting the room to go silent because it was the dungeons and really creepy.


"Yeah, I was a supposed "goody two-shoes" at my old schools. I wasn't really, but the teachers really liked me and I was such a good student in class," I said.

"That's weird," Harry said. "We should probably start so we don't waste the whole night."

"Yeah, you're probably right," I snapped my fingers, making my quill go into action and started to write all my lines for me in my writing. Yeah, I loved magic.

"Cheater," I heard Harry mutter under his breath as he began scrawling down the assigned lines.

"I heard that," I informed him, giving him a playful push because I could tell he was joking.

"Well, he did say no magic," Harry reminded me.

"And when have you ever listened to Snape?" I asked, smirking because I knew I was right.

"Good point," Harry said, taking his wand out of his pocket and casting a charm to make his own quill start writing his lines for him. My quill finished but Harry's was still writing.

"You go too slow! You have no time to dance!" I exclaimed, getting up and doing a little jig, similar to the one I did to the Sorting Hat's song, making Harry laugh. "Oh well, guess I'm just going to have to go now."

I put my lines on Snape's desk and started walking out very slowly and dramatically, occasionally shooting looks of longing and sorry over my shoulder at him. "If only I had a friend who could walk me to my door, but no one seems to be fast enough," I said in a very dramatic voice. Harry was getting frantic, looking at me and his paper, urging the quill to hurry up.

"There! I finished! Now wait up!" Harry called after me so I began to run. I could hear his footsteps as he chased me. I ran faster and got to the common room, but he came in only seconds after me.

I stood there bent over, trying to catch my breath; I was no Hannah and definitely could not run for that long. I was surprised by how much I ran just then.

"AH!" I started screaming as he began to chase me again, but around the couch. I jumped on the couch in an attempt to avoid him, but he tackled me down and began tickling me. "Harry! Stop! That tickles!"

"Surrender and say 'Harry Potter is the best friend I have ever had and is much faster than me'," He said, still tickling me and making me squirm underneath him. By the way, he was sitting on top of me with his legs on either side of me, so it was impossible for me to just roll out or something. And just as a note, I didn't mind this. At all.

"My parents told me to always tell the truth," I said in-between laughs and he started tickling me even more, making me laugh even harder.

"Say it!" He demanded as my stomach started to hurt from all of the tickling and laughing.

"Never!" I shrieked, laughing.

"Say it and I'll stop!"

"Maybe I don't want you to stop!"

"Oh really?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows at me seductively. If he only knew...

"Yeah, really, you dirty-minded person!" I exclaimed through the laughing, but it started hurting so much that I was getting close to cracking.

"SHUT UP!" Someone yelled from one of the dorms.

"Harry Potter is the best friend I have ever had and is so much faster than me!" I finally gave in, but in a whisper so someone didn't go get McGonagall.

"HA!" She shouted triumphantly, jumping off of me.

"You are the epitome of pure evil," I said as I began to regain my breath.

"But I'm the best friend you've ever had and I'm much faster than you," He said, smiling evilly as I took deep breaths to rid myself of the pain that was now in my stomach from laughing so hard. I soon stood up like he was doing and leant over, hugging him tightly while burying my head into his neck and shoulder.

"Thank you so much," I mumbled.

"For what?" He asked, although he was hugging me back and slightly rubbing my back at the same time. I loved the feel of being in his arms.

"For being there when I really needed someone," I told him. "And whenever you need me, I will always be there without a second thought." I kissed him lightly on the cheek before running up the stairs to the girl's dormitories, blushing all the way.

Next time on "Hogwarts, Here We Come!"

"Yup, I know. It's a very sexy costume though," I said, playing with my now extra long hair. Harry looked like he was trying to get comfortable, but obviously couldn't with my body sprawled out everywhere.

"Oh yes, it really is," He said, laughing as I sat up.

"You move up here, and I'll just lie on top of you," I said as he sat down at the top of his bed. I put my head into his lap so I was looking up at him. "I have two things to tell you. One is that you have very nice skin," I said, making him laugh. "And the second is that the girl's dorms are much prettier than the boy's dorms."

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