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Behind the Mask by onestop_hpfan18
Chapter 10 : One More Note
 
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Disclaimer:  I do not own Harry Potter.  The only things I own are the plot and any original characters that you do not recognize.







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{It was a lot of trouble for me trying to find someone to match my description of Fred II, but just imagine that he has caramel colored skin ; ) }



Chapter Ten
One More Note








Holden slept soundlessly on the couch in the Gryffindor common room. He had fallen asleep shortly after James had gone up to the dorm while thinking about whom in DADA the Mystery Girl was exactly. Though, at this present moment, Holden’s mind was completely void of any thoughts of the Masquerade Girl; in fact, he was currently thoughtless; typical guy.

That was until Holden was shaken awake by someone.

“Holden, wake up or you’ll be late for class.” Holden mumbled incoherently. He blinked his blue-green eyes a few times before he woke and sat up. He looked toward the person that had been shaking him awake to find that it was Fred.

“It’s about time you woke up,” Fred said. “When exactly did you fall asleep last night?”

“I dunno,” Holden replied. His voice was thick from sleep; he cleared it. “I was just thinking about some stuff and I must’ve fallen asleep.”

“What’s been going on with you?” Fred asked. “We barely hang out anymore because James is so angry with me for dating Kelsey.”

“Nothing,” Holden sighed as he ran his hands through his tousled golden hair. “I just got a second note from the mysterious girl last night, but it was just as evading as the first note.”

“I never knew there was a first note,” Fred said in a rather dejected voice for being kept out of something as majorly big as this. “What did it say?”

“Nothing really, just letting me know that she still existed,” Holden said as he stood up to stretch his arms over his head and yawned before continuing. “But I could care less about who she is anymore because I’m perfectly happy with Lauren.”

“Oh,” Fred replied.

“Well, I better head up to the dorm to get changed if I still want to make any of breakfast,” Holden said as he headed toward the staircase.

“Oh, yeah,” Fred said before he called after Holden while he was starting up the stairs to their dorm. “Hey, has James announced anything about the next Quidditch practice yet?”

Holden turned around to answer Fred’s question. “No, but then again we still don’t know whether we’ll get the chance to play for the Quidditch Cup yet. We’ll have more of an idea if Hufflepuff loses against Slytherin on Saturday.”

“They’ll lose,” Fred said confidently.

“In which case,” Holden started, “it means that you and James will have to talk so that we don’t have any conflicts that interfere with practice.”

“You mean, like there were at the beginning of the school year when you asked Marisol out?” Fred grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ll knock some sense into my dear cousin before we even step onto the Pitch for practice.”

“Ha ha,” Holden replied sarcastically before he turned back around and climbed up the stairs to the Sixth Year boys’ dorm to wash up and change. It took him a record ten minutes before he was heading back down the common room to gather up all of his books into his book bag that he had left on the sofa and table from last night. When Holden was all done, he raced out of the common room, through the halls, and down staircases; he had to get down to the Great Hall before breakfast disappeared off of the tables.

It took him a record ten minutes before he was heading back down to the common room. He gathered up all of his books into his book bag that he had left on the sofa and table from last night. When Holden was all done, he raced out of the common room, through the halls, and down staircases; he had to get down to the Great Hall before breakfast disappeared off of the tables.

It was while Holden was sliding down the banister of the Grand Marble staircase in the Entrance Hall that he was spotted by the Headmistress herself. “Mr. Summers, what on earth do you think you’re doing? Sliding on the banister! Five points from Gryffindor!”
“What?” Holden said as he hopped off of the sloping banister at the base of the staircase. “I woke up a bit late and was on my way to catch the last of breakfast.” The words were falling out of his mouth in a hopeless manner to explain; like a five-year-old who was trying to get out of punishment and not succeeding in the least.

“Breakfast is over, Mr. Summers,” Headmistress McGonagall said to Holden’s displeasure as he let out a frustrated sigh. “I’d suggest you to not to diddle daddle in the morning if you wish to catch breakfast in the future.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Holden mumbled as Headmistress McGonagall walked upstairs in the direction that Holden had just came from, no doubt going to her office. Holden turned on his heel toward the Great Hall and entered in the hopes that his friends, or Lauren, had at least saved some toast for his growling stomach. He had only just realized just how hungry he was now that he knew that he had missed breakfast.

From a quick scan, Holden found where James was sitting at the Gryffindor next to his brother, sister, and cousins, though there was no Fred in sight. He walked to the table and sat down across from James.

“I can’t believe I missed breakfast. Why didn’t you wake me?” He shot at James with a look of frustration on his face. “I don’t think I can make it to lunch I’m so hungry.”

“Relax, mate,” James said in his laid back tone. “I saved some toast for you,” and he handed said toast to Holden from across the table. “And I tried to wake you up, but all you did was swat at me, and I had to think about my safety.”

Holden rolled his eyes as he ate the first slice of toast in only a few bites, and then slowed down when he started eating the second slice. It was several seconds later that Holden was standing back up and headed toward class with the others. He and James went separate directions once at the top of the marble staircase as he had Divination and James had Arithmancy. When Holden arrived in the stuffy, fumy, classroom he spotted Fred sitting at a table by his self and went to join him.

“Hullo,” Holden said as he sat down on the squishy pouf. “What do you think we’ll have to make up today?”

Fred grinned. “I dunno, but whatever it is, it’ll be fun to see the look of utter terror on Trelawney’s face at any of our predictions.”

“Too right you are,” Holden agreed with his friend. The two enjoyed messing around with Trelawney because it was too easy; and she never took any points from any of the students. The students figured she was just getting too old to have to bother with taking points anymore. Though, the Headmistress was older than her and still took points away from any students that broke the rules.

The class went by at its usual slow pace. On each of the tables sat a crystal ball, and the students had to practice seeing things in it; not many could see anything but fog though. There were only a few people in the entire class that seemed to have a bit of the gift for sight. Holden and Fred were not a part of the few that could See but they liked to pretend that they could and Trelawney bought into it all. Professor Trelawney would believe the sky was falling, she’s that gullible.

*~*

It was finally Saturday morning and most of the school was either in the Great Hall eating breakfast or on their way down to the Quidditch Pitch to watch the Hufflepuff-Slytherin match. The Ravenclaws had chosen to show their support for the Hufflepuffs. Many of the Ravenclaws were wearing badges to show their support for the Hufflepuffs, whereas others chose to just show up and watch the match as whoever won would be who their team would match up against in the next scrimmage. In other words, they wanted to size up their competition for the next match that they would be playing against.

Lauren was one of the Ravenclaws that did not much care for the game of Quidditch because she was more studious over her schoolwork. Though, Lauren still found herself walking down to the Pitch hand-in-hand with Holden; their friends surrounding them. She tried to get as hyped up for the game as everyone else, but Lauren then found herself wondering why she was so excited to watch a Quidditch match that would have only one outcome and that was who would win. Did it really matter if either Hufflepuff or Slytherin won? Or was it more than just winning, and Lauren was missing something. In any case, Lauren chose to push her thoughts aside when she realized that Holden was trying to get her attention.

“Ooh woo, are you there, Laure?” Holden questioned with a smirk.

She looked toward him with a wary expression planted on her face at being pulled out of her conscience thinking. “Hmm…,” she hummed between her smooth, pink lips. “Sorry about that. I kind of spaced out for a second there.”

“It’s alright,” Holden said with a carefree shrug. “I was just asking you if you were excited to watch the match, are you?”

Lauren noticed that they had reached the Pitch and there were other students already climbing up in the stands. She started to climb up the Gryffindor stands with Holden and the others before she responded to Holden’s question. “Yeah, I suppose I am. It is Quidditch, after all.” She made her voice sound as though it was obvious that anyone about to watch a Quidditch match would be pumped with excitement and anticipation.

After Lauren had found seats with Holden, Melody, Evelyn, James, Albus, Rose, and Hugo, the commentary started; which was still being given by Louis Weasley. Louis announced that Coach Krum was making his way onto the center of the Pitch where both the Hufflepuff and Slytherin teams were waiting for the match to start already. Lauren could easily pick out Marisol in her yellow and black Quidditch robes standing next to one of Neville and Hannah’s daughters from the curliness of her long brown hair that was a dead giveaway.

It was not long after the two Quidditch Captains had shaken hands that Coach Krum called for everyone to mount their brooms, and blew his whistle and all the players on both teams were up in the air, chasing after the balls in no time at all. And Louis picked the commentary up with introducing the players before he started giving a blow-by-blow of each play that was made throughout the match.

“On the Hufflepuff team,” Louis started, “we have Quidditch Captain and Chaser Kyle MacMillian and the other two Chasers Marisol Mendez and Annabelle Longbottom; the Beaters, Blake Hartley and Tyler Bennington; the Keeper Renee Spencer and Seeker Nathan Spencer!

“And let’s not forget the Slytherin team,” Louis said, even though it was clear that he wished he could the way he had said Slytherin as if it were a bad taste on his tongue. “Their Captain and Seeker Scorpius Malfoy; the Chasers, Brian Tooterledge, Ryan Van, and Xavier Knott; the Beaters, Lyle Goyle and Carl Elis; and Keeper Michael Zabini!

“And MacMillian has the Quaffle,” Louis commentates. “He swerves to avoid Knott, and passes to Longbottom. Longbottom soars across the field with the Quaffle before she tosses it to Mendez, who aims for the goal hoops… and it’s in! That makes the score 10-0 to Hufflepuff!”

There was uproar from the Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Gryffindors ; especially from James who was sitting on Holden’s other side. Lauren would surely be deaf before the match was over, for that she was almost positive of it. Though, she was so sure that she had heard James saying how he hoped Slytherin would beat Hufflepuff so that Gryffindor would still have a chance at the Quidditch Cup. Lauren supposed that he was still happy that Marisol had scored since she was his girlfriend despite rooting against Hufflepuff; though he wasn’t exactly rooting for Slytherin either.

Boys were complicated.

It hurt Lauren’s head just to try to decipher half of the things that they did and why they did them. She probably shouldn’t over analyze since the reason boys did something can be as simple as they were bored at the moment, or whatever mood they had been at the time. Lauren was glad that Holden was slightly easier to figure out than the other boys here at Hogwarts. The only thing that confused her about Holden a lot of the time was why he had apparently given up on finding the girl he had talked to at the Potters’ New Year’s Masquerade party.

It was not that Lauren wanted Holden to continue to search for to the girl, but why did boys forget about a girl when a new one came along? Or was she blowing all of this in the wrong direction, and Holden was still looking for the girl and she just didn’t know it? That could be it, but it did not seem like that was the case at all. For one thing, Holden and his friends had been so extravagant when they first had started the search, but now they were quiet—and possibly secretive—about the search; it just did not add up. Maybe Lauren should just quit worrying over Holden finding the girl and enjoy his company while she was in it; goodness only knew when she would be out of it, or even if was the real question.

“And Slytherin scores again!” Lauren heard Louis announce over the loud cheers and jeers. “That’s 30-10 to Slytherin!” Whoa, Lauren thought, how long have I been spaced out anyway if Slytherin has already scored three times? “And it’s Knott with the Quaffle—“

Lauren zoned out again. She would rather be in the library reading or working on the one essay that she still had to complete for DADA, but she did not want to appear rude by leaving in the middle of the match even though no one would notice besides Holden and the others they were sitting with. On her left, Lauren could tell Melody was growing restless from watching Quidditch as well. And on her right, Holden was shouting out along with James in attempt to distract players, etc. It made her roll her eyes at the boys’ childish antics.

And it was at that moment that Louis commentated, “Is that the snitch?!” The whole crowd was now turning their attention from the Chasers over to both the Seekers as they were leveled dead-even and racing after the snitch foot-by-foot; inch-by-inch. She felt herself hold her breath as she watched both Scorpius and Nathan reach out to grab the small, fluttering golden snitch. She watched as Scorpius swiped Nathan’s hand out of the way and made a snatch for the tiny snitch, capturing it in his hand. The Slytherins went crazy as they cheered while jumping up and down, and Lauren could also hear Rose behind her cheering for Scorpius; Rose’s cousins were glaring at her enthusiasm, but Lauren could tell that all of the Weasley-Potters were happy that Gryffindor still had a chance at the Cup now.

“Awesome game,” James said. “I bet Slytherin beats Ravenclaw, too!”

“And what makes you say that?” Lauren huffed.

James explained as they headed down the stands to head back up to the castle. “Because you Ravenclaws are too studious, and don’t know a thing about Quidditch.”

“We do too!” Both Lauren and Melody exclaimed before Lauren continued, “You’re just upset that Hufflepuff beat you before you could match up against your rival house.”

James rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right, Hufflepuff just got lucky because I wasn’t on my top form.”

“Do you have to remind us,” Holden said with a groan. “If you hadn’t had let that whole argument, or whatever you had with Marisol interfere with how well you played then we would have surely beat those goody-two-shoe Hufflepuffs.”

“Well, it won’t happen again now that Marisol and I are happy being together,” James grinned.

Lauren shook her head in amusement as the group reached the front steps of the castle and started the climb toward the oak front doors. When they were through the front doors, the first thing that was said was by James about how hungry for lunch he was. Everyone rolled their eyes before following James into the Great Hall for lunch. Lauren headed over to the Gryffindor table with the others as she was going to sit with Holden while Melody made a change of direction toward the Ravenclaw table.

Lauren was not all that hungry though as it had seemed like she had just eaten breakfast. She ate an apple and some of the chips. It would hold her over until dinner.

*~*

Alyssa was now sitting in the common room with her two friends after the Quidditch match. Their team had just entered a few minutes ago and there was already loud music playing in celebration of their win. She was not in much of a party mood that afternoon, and the reason why was because she was started to have second thoughts about leaving notes around for Holden to find. The notes were supposed to help him discover that she was girl that he met at the Masquerade party, but somehow she did not think that he cared about finding her anymore.

Her friends had been trying to comfort her by telling her how clueless guys were until the obvious was right in front of their eyes. That did not help Alyssa. She wanted Holden to start connecting the dots, but she had a feeling that he was too busy liking Lauren to want to continue to look for her now.

“Don’t worry about it so much,” Taylor, the blond, said. “He’ll figure it out sooner or later. Just keep leaving the little notes that you have so that he can work it all out in the end.”

Alyssa sighed. “But what if I’m tired of waiting, and what if I don’t want him to find me anymore. He’s so happy with Lauren. I don’t want to ruin their relationship.”

“Sometimes, like now, you’re too nice for your own good,” Molly, the brunette, said. “I say you tell Holden you’re the one he’s been looking for and break up the disgustingly happy couple.”

“That would be a very bitchy thing to do, Molly,” Taylor scolded. “And it might ruin what chance she has with Holden in the process, too.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Molly huffed.

Alyssa rolled her eyes at her two friends. It seemed like any time they talked about how she should tell Holden they always argued. Then again, the argued about stupid little things too, like boys and shoes. It was enough to drive Alyssa crazy at times, but she wouldn’t trade Molly and Taylor for the world because they were the best friends a girl could ever ask for.

“So, did you guys see the newest flyer on the bulletin board?” Alyssa purposely changed the subject.

“Yeah,” Taylor said, going along with it like Alyssa knew she would. “Apparition lessons starting next weekend on Saturday. It’ll be so cool to finally be able to Apparate and Disapparate.”

“Definitely,” Molly agreed.

Alyssa nodded. She couldn’t wait so that she could rub it in her cousin, Scorpius’s face that she could Apparate and he had to wait another year before he could learn. And after this thought struck another one about the next note she would leave Holden to find and what exactly it would say came upon her.

*~*

Later that evening after dinner, Holden was sitting up against the head board and pillows of his four-poster bed with the hangings drawn closed—hiding him from his sleeping roommates—with three small pieces of parchment laid out on his lap. Two of the pieces were the first two notes he had received from the Masquerade girl. The third piece he had just discovered in the beak of an owl that had been perched atop his school trunk when he had got back from dinner.

This note was less vague than the previous two had been.

Holden,
If you’re still looking for me, then look no further. I’ll be waiting for you at the top of the Astronomy tower at 11 o’clock on Thursday night.
Signed,
MG


Holden had been staring at the note for hours it had seemed before James had come up to the dorm and asked him what he was reading. James reckoned that Holden should go meet with the Masquerade Girl when he had asked what James thought he should do. But there was a part of Holden that did not want to meet the mystery girl, and that part was the part of him that really liked Lauren. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her if she found out that he had the chance to finally find out who the Masquerade Girl was.

Holden had no clue how long he kept thinking about what he should do, but it was not long before he was softly snoring in a deep sleep.

And he was dreaming, but of which girl?



Author's Note:  So, what did you guys think of this chapter?  I'm kind of feeling effy about it to be honest, but I'd love to read what you guys think through a review.  Thanks again for reading!

This chapter has been beta'd as of 2009.04.28.


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