“Isn’t Angus a first year this year?” Rose asked me, smiling.
“Oh yeah! I’d forgotten about him!” I remembered, guiltily. Rose shook her head disapprovingly.
“It’s Hugo and Lily’s first year this year, so he might be able to make friends with them!” Al beamed, attempting to change the subject.
“Oh yeah. That’s be awesome! They’d be like mini versions of us!” Rose laughed. Al and I stared at her.
“What? Well, we’re best friends, right? But Al and I are cousins and you’re the one who’s not blood. And if Lily, Hugo and Angus were best friends, then they’d be exactly like us. Lily and Hugo are cousins and Angus is the only one who’s not blood. Get it?” Rose finished lamely.
“Actually, that’s pretty cool!” I said to spare Rose’s feelings. Al grimaced at me.
“Hang on, isn’t that Lily and Hugo over there?” Al pointed out.
There were two very small and terrified looking people hanging onto each other. We were just getting off the train and they hadn’t been hustled by Hagrid yet.
“OI! LILY AND HUGO! COME OVER HERE!” Al yelled loudly. A few people turned to look at us strangely.
Eh, we’re used to it. We’re bonkers. Sue us.
The two little red heads scuttled towards us, looking even more terrified.
“Al, don’t traumatize them!” I scolded Albus.
“Hey, Katrina!” Lily looked up to me and grinned. Aw, she was so darn cute. I’d met her a few times previously when I’d met up with Rose and Al over the holidays. Hugo merely grimaced at me (I don’t think he could manage a smile. He was a rather strange shade of green.)
“Hullo,” I smiled back down at them.
“Lily, I want you and Hugo to go make friends with...” Al turned to me, “Which one’s your brother?”
“The lonely little short-arse over there,” Then I paused as I realised that there quite a few lonely little short arses. “The one with the long brown hair,” I added and pointed him out. My little brother was stood there looking rather lost and forlorn. A wave of pity washed through me. Maybe I should go and say hi? I shook my head. Nah, Lily and Hugo would do it for me.
“With him then,” Al pointed him out to the little Wotters. “He’s Kat’s brother. Be nice. His name’s Angus. Go on then,” he gave Lily a little shove and she went scurrying off towards my brother. Hugo scuttled meekly behind her.
We paused and watched them go up to him. Angus positively beamed at the prospect of someone wanting to talk to them.
Within two minutes we watched them laugh and go and join the other first years (who were gathered round Hagrid) like old friends.
Huh. That was fast.
Rose, Al and I all exchanged a look. I really, really wanted to laugh. The urge passed and we walked in search of a carriage to take us to Hogwarts.
We found one with just two people sitting in it. Ah. Lorcan and Lysander Lovegood.
Luna Lovegood, their mother, was a good friend of both Harry and Ginny Potter. That meant the Wotters had met the twins a few times. It also meant that the twins had inherited their mother’s slight bonkerosity.
What? It’s a real word!
They were nice enough, but it’s when the conversation turns to the subject of “nargles” that was when it gets awkward.
However, we three climbed up onto the carriage. Little Lorcan and Lysander were second years so were still quite nervous when three third years joined them. We greeted them politely and they went back to reading “The Quibbler”. I have to say, I didn’t even know that paper was still running.
I cleared my throat nosily in the awkward silence.
“So... I’ve always wondered what actually pulls the carriages, haven’t you? A powerful charm, I suppose,” Trust Rose to make to conversation all educational.
“Didn’t you know? Thestrals pull the carriages.” Lorcan piped up. Rose looked slightly annoyed that he knew something she didn’t.
“Thestrals?” Rose scoffed, “I suppose their some distant relations of the Crumple-Horned Snorkcack, then?” she snorted nastily. Boy does that Rose have a mean streak. I elbowed her hard.
“What? Why can’t we see them then?” she defended herself as she rubbed her ribs.
“You can only see them if you’ve witnessed somebody dying,” Lysander answered smiling absent-mind idly. I love their accent: they’ve got their mum’s Irish lull. It’s relaxing.
I saw Rose prepare to scoff again when Albus interrupted.
“They’re right, Rosie. Dad’s mentioned them before. You can only see them if you’ve seen someone die. That’s why all our parents can see them. They saw loads of people killed at the Battle of Hogwarts. They saw Uncle Fred-” Al stopped himself just in time from making an even bigger arse of himself. He and Rose adopted a sombre expression at the mention of their Uncle Fred’s name.
Their Uncle George’s twin brother, Fred, had been one of the many lives lost at the Battle of Hogwarts. George had names his son after him, in honour. I’d heard great things about Fred. Slightly scary (but funny) things actually. Apparently George never quite got over his death.
He also married Fred’s girlfriend Angelina...
Anyway. Rose seemed slightly disappointed (actually, I’d call it mad) that she was wrong. She always is when she’s wrong. I mean when Al got higher marks than her in that Defence the Dark Arts test, she looked like she was about to explode. Quite terrifying. Though not as scary as when I answered the one question correctly that she didn’t know in the Charm’s exam last year...
I reallyneed to stop doing that!
Finally, after yet another awkward conversation (when I asked what dirigible plums tasted like. Don’t ask...) we arrived at Hogwarts. We parted our ways and Al, Rose and I headed up to the Great Hall. We took our places at the Gryffindor table next to James and the rest of the Wotters. We waved to Dom who was sitting with her fellow Ravenclaws.
She’s clever. Yes, actually clever. Really, I think it’s her heavy sarcasm and crude wit that got her into that house. She’s too mean to be in Hufflepuff and not brave enough to be in Gryffindor (she runs away screaming at the prospect of breaking a nail). Slytherin should suit her actually. But she doesn’t care about her blood status enough. So Ravenclaw it was.
Al nodded to Scorpius who was sitting with his Slytherin buddies. As much as I dislike him, I do wonder why the Hat put him in Slytherin. He can be a complete tit but he seemed like a decent enough guy. Sometimes I think he only got put in that house for his namesake. Old times’ sake, ancestors and all that shizz.
He’s nice enough.
We looked around and I spotted little Alice Longbottom sitting at the end of the Gryffindor table. She’s so sweet. Actually the nicest person you will ever meet. Seriously.
But I tell you, that whole selection of people sure were feeling all emotional when they named their kids. I mean, Harry and Ginny named their first born James Sirius after Harry’s dad and godfather. They name their second son Albus Severus after the two greatest headmasters of Hogwarts. They name their daughter Lily Luna after Harry’s dead mum and one of their greatest buds. If they had another kid, they’d end up naming it Dobby Hedwig, wouldn’t they? To be quite honest, I think it’s strange but very sweet.
Then of course, Percy named his first born after his mum (Molly) just to be a butt-kisser. And Neville- or Professor Longbottom- called his daughter after his mother who resides in St Mungo’s. Permantly.
The tale of Alice and Frank Longbottom has to be the saddest story I have ever heard. It makes me tear up every time I hear it. I can relate too.
I’m not going to talk about that right now though.
But on a brighter note, you have to admit I have a point. Even Teddy Lupin was named after his Grandfather.
Mind you, I can’t talk. Our names...
Tyrique, Katrina and Angus.
Rose nudged me and pointed towards the teacher’s table. I stopped waving to Alice and looked towards the front. Little Professor Flitwick climbed onto a little step so he could see over the top of the podium.
He’s so adorable and tiny. Even if he is ancient and the headmaster.
“Ahem. Before we begin our delicious feast, let us sort the new first years the houses.” He squeaked. We all looked towards the doors. Professor Longbottom was leading all the teeny tiny first years into the hall. They all looked terrified. One boy looked like he was about to pee himself.
Oh wait, that’s Angus.
Professor Longbottom produced a long scroll of names and laid the Sorting Hat on the table. It opened its mouth and began to sing.
I’m not going to bother writing down the lyrics. They were seriously boring this year. Normally, the hat would come up with some exciting or funny song. This year it was the same old, same old boring tune about joining together despite differences. It was a disappointment, really. Honestly, he had the whole year to come up with one and that’s all he could think of?
Out of ten? Five. No, five and a half. More than fair.
Professor Longbottom cleared his voiced and called out the first name,
She stumbled towards the stool, tripping over her overly long robes in the process. A few people tittered. She jammed the hat onto her head.
“HUFFLEPUFF!” the hat cried two seconds after.
We got to the letter C before we had our first Gryffindor.
“Colin Creevey!” Professor Longbottom boomed. Oh, there’s another sentimental parent. Dennis Creevey named his son after his brother who was killed in the Battle of Hogwarts.
Colin ran forward eagerly and managed to fall over completely, face first. Many people giggled loudly. When he’d gotten up again he yanked the hat on his head as if nothing had happened. It took a few minutes but finally the hat announced,
We all cheered like mental, jumping up and down for our newly selected Gryffindor. Beaming from ear to ear, he bounded over to our table.
We worked through some more names, some we recognised including Seamus Finnigan’s son (his sister, a sixth year, cheered really loudly into Rose’s ear when he was sorted in Gryffindor).
“Angus Parker!” Professor called.
“Ooohhh look, look! It’s your brother! There he is! Can you see him?”
“Yes, I did notice that Rose. I did realise my brother was up there, I’ve only been waiting for his turn the whole time.”
“Will you two shut up? We’re going to miss him being sorted!”
“Sorry Al.” Rose and I chanted. Then we turned our attention to the stage. I crossed my fingers and chanted, “Gryffindor, Gryffindor!” under my breath. He rammed the Sorting Hat onto his head. It slipped over his eyes. The three minutes it took for the hat to decide seemed like eternity. Finally it shouted,
“BOLLOCKS!” I screamed, outraged. Everyone turned to look at me. Molly Weasley threw me a disapproving look.
“What the Hell?” I hissed angrily to Rose. She shrugged, grimacing. Consolingly, Al patted me on the back. I watched as Angus walked over towards the cheering table of Slytherins. He looked devastated. I wanted to demand a retry, desperately. Instead I sat back and glared as Polly Parkinson was sorted into Slytherin as well. She sat next to my brother and smiled at him, cheerfully.
I stopped murmuring angry insults about the Sorting Hat’s dismal skills and looked up towards the table. Everyone had stopped talking and was craning their necks to get a better view of the youngest Potter. I looked at Al. He was pale and had his fingers crossed like I had done. The hat was on her head for two seconds before it cried out,
Al jumped up and cheered with the rest of the Wotters. I did too, though I felt slightly bitter over the way Al’s sister had been sorted into the house they’d all hoped for. As Lily joined us at the table, grinning broadly, he gave me an apologetic smile. I shrugged, still clapping for Lily. We watched as a few more children were sorted. Gradually the queue was thinning. We clapped as we saw Ellie Spinnet sorted into Hufflepuff. Then Hugo Weasley was called.
Rose stiffened dramatically beside me. She clutched my hand, tightly.
“Ow, Rose!” I whimpered. She ignored me and focused on her brother. Every pair of eyes was on Hugo. He turned an even more sickly shade of green when he realised this. The hat was placed on his head. A few minutes thought went into it before,
“Oh.” Rose sighed slightly disappointed. I was sort of happy that she too had felt the bitter frustration I’d felt. Then she straightened up and smiled.
“Ravenclaw’s an excellent house though.” She whispered to me. Hugo trotted over to the Ravenclaws looking significantly happier. “The Hat even considered putting me there! He should be happy about that! Least he wasn’t put in Slytherin!” she continued, shuddering at the thought of Slytherin. Then she saw my steely expression.
“Sorry, sorry! I forgot!” she cried, frantically. I smiled evilly.
“Well, that’s weird considering you don’t mind the fact that Scorpius is in Slytherin,” I said innocently, watching her grow steadily redder.
Through our conversation, we missed two other first years getting sorted. Finally we saw Yvette Zabini sorted into Slytherin.
Professor Flitwick rose once more to give his speech.
“I’m sure you’re all ravenous so I won’t keep you for long! I’d just like to welcome a new member of staff. Professor Hettiworth has decided to retire this year after twenty-one years of teaching. We thank him for a wonderful nineteen years of service here at Hogwarts,” he paused while we all clapped.
“I don’t bloody well thank him. He was almost as boring as Professor Binns!” I whispered into Al’s ear. He stifled laughter.
“So,” Professor continued “to replace him as the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, I welcome Professor Teddy Lupin!”
I heard Al splutter behind me. A massive cheer rang out throughout the hall. Teddy had been a popular guy when he’d attended Hogwarts. It helped having heroes for parents and Harry Potter as a live-in Godfather.
“I didn’t bloody well know! Why didn’t I bloody well know?” Albus was crossly murmuring to himself. I couldn’t believe none of us had spotted him with the other teachers at the table. I shook my head dismissively and continued cheering with everyone else.
Finally, Professor Flitwick finished his speech. Food appeared on the tables causing gasps of wonder and moans of delight.
We ate, ravished. The food was so delicious, for a while I forgot my fury about Angus.
All too soon, we finished our entire feast. I’d just witnessed James Potter eat three portions of food as well as a treacle tart, chocolate mousse, a slice cheese cake and a crème brûlée and I was in shock. I think everyone was. He belched loudly.
Remind me again why girls find him so attractive?
The prefects got up and led the first years to each common room. I got up with Al and chased after the Slytherins. I caught up with Angus.
“Gus! Are you alright? I’ll see if we can get you moved out of this crazy house, ok? You’ll be alright tonight but I’ll you moved A.S.A.P. Must have been some crazy mistake.” I rambled to him. He shook his head solemnly.
“I don’t mind, honest. They don’t seem so bad, Rena. They all seem really funny and nice. I’ll be fine. And Lily and Hugo will still be my friends anyway.” He told me. My jaw dropped. He wanted to stay...
Someone called out my brother’s name and he turned to leave. “I’ll see you, Rena. I’ll be fine. I like it in this house!” he smiled and he ran off.
“But... But...” I whispered in disbelief. I felt Al take my hand. A jolt of electricity ran through me. He was holding my hand.
“Come on. He’ll be fine, Kat. Let’s go.” He said comforting me. He tugged on my hand and led me up the stairs to the common room.
Suddenly, I wasn’t upset anymore. Pssh, did it really matter about Angus?
I mean, Albus Potter was holding my hand. What could be wrong with the world?
“Have you done that Herbology homework?” Albus asks me. We’re sitting in the common room, just the two of us. The Herbology homework’s due for tomorrow. I did it last week. I’m tackling a really difficult Potions essay and don’t even look up as I slide the completed Herbology essay across the table towards Al. Without a word, I’m allowing him to copy my homework.
“Thanks! Love you Rena!” he cheers happily. I sigh and wish he meant that in the way I want him to.
Al is the only person apart from my brother I allow to call me Rena. Everyone else has to call me Kat or Katrina. It’s just something we’ve always done. It’s the same for him: I’m the only one he allows to call him Albus. I like his full name, I think it’s cute. He likes it too, I can tell. He’s proud of the fact he’s named after Albus Dumbledore. It’s just that a lot of people think it’s a weird name so Albus acts like it is too.
Al’s too cool for school.
We all have pet names for him though. James, his brother, insists on calling him Severus or Sev to “unleash the Slytherin inside him.” James thinks it’s horrid to be named after Severus Snape, despite his father’s repeated attempts to convince him of Snape’s innocence. So he always teases Al, or should I say Sev, about his middle name. Albus, however, adores and actually respects his father so he believes everything good about Snape. I have to admit, I do too.
Back to the point. Al hates being called Sev by his brother, but doesn’t mind when I do. We kind of trust each other with things like that.
Also, when Rose was a baby, she called him Bus. She heard Albus and only listened to the bus bit. Hey! She was a toddler and was obsessed with the song “The Wheels of the Bus” so of course she only heard that bit. It kind of stuck, though. To this day, to her, he’s Bus.
He gets her back by calling her Ro-Ro.
We continue working in silence. I look up when the sound of quill upon parchment stops. Albus is looking at me, a crease across his forehead.
“What?” I ask, alarmed.
“Rena, I might as well tell you now before you hear it from someone else. Keep calm and take a deep breath.” He says in his most calming voice.
“What’s going on?” I begin to panic.
“It’s nothing really. It’s just that... Angus is dating that Parkinson girl.” Albus murmurs.
“WHAT?” I splutter. “He’s what? Dating...? Polly...?”
“That SKANK!” I scream, loudly. I jump up and Albus falls backwards, his chair with him. I head towards the portrait hole, scheming. Most of them include me killing Polly in painful ways.
I hear Albus call out my name as he scrambles up from the chair. I ignore him and continue charging towards the exit. Suddenly, someone has their arms round me.
“Albus! Get your stinking hands off me!” I shriek. He grunts as he wrestles to keep a hold on me. I continue writhing, attempting to get out of his grasp. He’s still trying to restrain me.
Next thing I know, we’re on the floor. And I’m on top of him.
I should be drooling right now, but Polly’s face is filling my mind. I carry on wriggling. We roll around on the floor.
Breathless, we stop. Then we realise what a...compromising position we’re in. I’m lying spread-eagled on the floor, my legs open wide. He’s on top on me. He legs are on the outside of mine. His groin his rubbing against my upper thigh. How dodgy does that look?
Dear Merlin. Could you make this anymore awkward? Sincerely, Kat
Albus makes an attempt to get off me. At the last second, he loses his balance and falls back down on top of me. He puts his hand on one of my breasts to help him regain balance.
He has his hand resting on my breast.
Dear Kat, Yes, yes I can. Yours, Merlin.
Albus realises where he has his hands when I let out a shocked squeak. He goes bright red and so do I.
Merlin, hey thanks for that. It was great. Make it more awkward why don’t you? Sincerely, Katrina.
“Woah. Did we disrupt something?”
We both look up. Dom and James had just walked in through the portrait.
Of course it had to be right at that moment. And it had to be them.
If possible, Albus and I went even brighter red. Dom was desperately trying to suppress a smile. James had a really weird expression on his face. Like he’d been slapped.
Al still had his hand on my boob.
Katrina. No problem! Enjoy. Yours, Merlin.
“I...” Al began. Dom holds up her hand.
“Don’t worry, we’re leaving now. We’ll give you love birds some extra time alone.” She winks knowingly. She grabs James, who’s still blinking at us, and leads him up to his own dorm. I wonder what they’re doing... Plotting, knowing them.
Once they‘d left, Albus makes another stab at getting up. Halfway through the process, he knees me in the crotch. Hard. I double over and sit up from the shock, head butting Al. Clutching his head in pain, he rolls off me.
Merlin. Thanks for that! Really enjoyed it. It was hilarious. You deserve an award. In case you didn’t notice, I WAS BEING SARCASTIC! Sincerely, your most faithful client, Katrina.
“Owww!” Al cries out.
“Sorry, sorry!” I moan, also in pretty bad pain.
Katrina. I noticed. Just wanted some fun. By the way, I already have an award named after me... See you next awkward situation! Merlin (;
We roll around in pain for a little while longer. Finally we’re able to stop.
Al looks at me all seriously and opens his mouth to speak.
“Well, that certainly distracted you from your death mission.”
I look at him. He looks at me.
And we both start hysterically laughing.
Not sure why.
We just do.
A/N Well hello there! Did you enjoy? Yah? I hope so.
I’m sorry for the uneventful chapters. This one especially. I’m just setting the scene and preparing you all for what’s to come!
Excited? I certainly am!
Least this chapter’s started to reveal Al and Katrina’s relationship... Ooohhh (;
Thanks for reading!
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