Ever since the end of the Second Wizarding War, there has been a legend (or curse, whichever you'd prefer) that says in every year, one seventh year Hogwarts student will acquire a strange ability.
Now, in all honesty, not all of these so called "abilities" are completely unheard of; in fact, most them aren't. However, it's still strange for a student to have such an extraordinary power with no practice and/or ancestry of it.
For example, last year, Carter Cartwright began walking through walls like he was a ghost, though he was still completely solid. The weirdest part, too, was that he wouldn't even need to have his wand with him.
The year before that, Holly . . . Something-or-other (who remembers last names anymore?), became the craziest seer Hogwarts has ever seen. She would have wicked nightmares that would sometimes become reality. Though she didn't always know whether her dream was just her imagination getting the best of her or if it was some kind of bizarre premonition. One day, towards the end of the school year, she dreamt her entire family died in a fire and she was so grief-stricken that she ended up killing herself . . . much to her still alive family's sad surprise.
When I was in my first year at Hogwarts, Victoire Weasley's small amount of werewolf DNA kicked in and she would often be seen prowling the school grounds in her nighty whenever a full moon would roll around.
For me, seventh year starts in two weeks. Safe to say I (as well as everyone else I've talked to) am slightly nervous.
I mean, I'd like to think I'm a pretty average seventeen-year-old. I get exceptional grades in everything except Defence. I have great friends. My family life is, for the most part, spectacular. Oh! And I'm not too bad at Quidditch (if I do say so myself).
However, none of that matters.
This "legend" doesn't care how great your loved ones are, or whether you're good at school. From everything I've heard of it- it'll take hold of anyone and send them on a wild ride.
. . . So, worried doesn't cover the half of it. I'm so beyond worried.
Head flying off my bright red pillow, I felt a cold sweat covering my body as I ran to the mirror.
It's always a comforting sight to see that I haven't grown six extra arms that can sense people's emotions.
With one last check over, just to be sure there were no other strange things growing anywhere, I skipped down to the kitchen for breakfast. Smile ever present on my face.
Mum already had a stack of pancakes on the table and a friendly smile on her face when I walked in.
"Morning, mum!" I beamed, grabbing a plate and loading it with food.
"What time is Melody coming over?" Mum asked as she absent-mindedly flipped a pancake on the griddle.
"Um, awound eweven. I fink." answered, mouth stuffed with syrup drenched breakfast.
"Don't talk with your mouth full, please."
Taking a sip of orange juice, I gulped down my pancake and wiped my lips off with the back of my hand. "Sorry!"
"That's alright," mum chuckled, sitting down across from me and dishing herself some breakfast. "Eleven, you said?"
Stopping myself from talking with food in my mouth another time, I only nodded, loading up my fork again.
"So she'll be here soon, then?" She asked, pointing to the clock behind my head.
I turned, staring blankly at the bright orange clock hanging on the wall there. It was already 10:48.
I swallowed the rest of the pancake in my mouth. "Whoa!"
Mum's eyebrow quirked, noticing my strange enthusiasm.
I beamed. "I hardly ever sleep in! I am so proud of myself!"
Shaking her head at me, mum poured syrup all over her plate.
"Oh, damn. I better go shower!" I said before hopping out my chair and walking quickly to the bathroom.
"Sweetie! Wait!" I heard mum call after me.
I stopped in the middle of the hallway, hand hovering over the bathroom door handle, ready to open it.
"There's a new bottle of shampoo under the sink!"
"Oh." My shoulders relaxed, before I hollered "Alright, thanks!" back down the hall.
Twenty minutes later, after a nice shower and a freshly laundered set of clothes, the was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it." my mum called to the house at large (or me, rather, since neither Eldridge nor Edison would dream of answering the door).
Walking to the sitting room, I overheard everyone talking. "Hello Pamela." Was Mr. Creevey's greeting to my mum. Mum's friendly reply was "Hey there Dennis, Melody!" and then it was Melody's turn to talk. "Hello Mrs. David."
As soon as I stepped into the bright living room, Melody dropped her polite façade and chose this moment to attack.
. . . Okay, not actually attack. That makes her sound mean and she's about the sweetest person on the face of the planet. Well, sometimes.
Her attack was more or less a breath constricting hug.
Still, though, it was a bit frightening.
Dusting off my jeans as I stood up, then both Melody and I burst out laughing.
"I missed you!"
"I missed you, too!"
"Oh! Where are my manners?" I winked at Mel. Then I smiled (in what I can only hope was a seductive manner) towards Mr. Creevey. "Hello there, Dennis!"
From the corner of my eye I could see Melony throwing her face into her palms.
But, what can I say? It’s not my fault her father is complete eye candy.
Dennis kept a pretty straight face, though his lips quirked up in amusement. “Hello, Emery.”
Giggling to myself, I took Melody's luggage from the doorway and pulled it to the last bedroom at the end of the hall.
“Your house is so . . . muggle! I love it!” Melody beamed around my room as I opened the door.
“Well, it's funny 'cause mum's the only muggle, but thanks?” I laughed setting her trunk just under the window.
“You know what I mean! It’s the same feeling you get when you stay at my house, only opposite!” Mel threw her arms above her head and fell back on my bed, blankets bouncing up around her as she landed.
My left eyebrow slowly raised up as I sat on the orange quilt next to her.
“You know,” I started, sudden thought occuring to me, “you haven’t been here since Christmas in fourth year.”
As though her hair had spontaneously combusted, Melody sat bolt upright. “That’s true. Oh, Merlin.”
I chuckled lightly at my friend’s always present enthusiasm and fell back onto my covers.
“So I’ll blame my lack of presence in your house as the reason I still don’t remember who that is.”
I turned to see Mel pointing a dainty hand at my poster on the wall.
"Are you serious? It's Superman! Remember?"
Melody stared at me blankly for a minute before she shook her head.
"Seriously?" I gaped at her, my long brown hair falling into my face. "You know, I wear muggle t-shirts with him and his symbol on them all the time!"
Something must have clicked in her mind, because one second Melody was shaking her head and the next she snapped her fingers, hoping that would help spark her memory.
"The guy who saves muggles with alien strength, right?"
"Well, not exactly, but -"
I was stopped mid sentence as Melody sprung herself off my bed, inspecting a shelf full of toys from my childhood.
Picking up a clump of wood and fabric, Mel frowned. "What's this?"
"A kite, I believe," I said, noticing the long piece of rope attached to a reel of more rope that was hanging off a snapped piece of wood. "A broken one, too, it looks like."
"I think Lexi and I used to play with these at our grandparent's when we were younger." Melody said, sounding thoughtful.
I chuckled a bit at Melody's seriousness.
She jokingly glared at me before my bedroom door was thrown open and in walked an angry, shirtless Eldridge. "EMERY RAE I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU WOULD USE THE LAST OF THE SOAP AND NOT REFILL IT BECAUSE THAT IS SO INCONSIDERATE OF YOU AND YOU ALWAYS DO STUFF LIKE THIS AND I AM SO ANNOYED THAT I STILL HAVE TO SPEND A WEEK WITH YOU WHEN YOU CAN'T EVEN DO SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AS THAT!"
Melody diverted her eyes, pretending to inspect the kite in her hands with a glazed expression frozen on her face.
However, being much too familiar with these outbursts, I only quirked an eyebrow. "So, there's this thing," I started in a casual voice, just a hint of smart arse peeking through, "called punctuation. Ever heard of it?"
Face turning a nice shade of angry purple, Eldridge turned on heel, marched right out the way he came and slammed the door behind him, leaving it to echo around the room in his wake.
With a curious look in her eyes, Melody raised her gaze from the kite for the first time since Eldridge's little interruption.
"He's a bit of an over dramatic germaphobe."
Still looking a little confused, but choosing to accept the answer, Melody nodded.
A few minutes later, Melody broke our comfortable silence. "You know your brother is fit."
"Which one?" I asked helplessly, hoping to Merlin it wasn't Edison we were talking about.
"Eldridge, obviously." She waved a hand through the air dismissingly. "I'm not really into fourteen year olds, sorry love. "Wait. He is fourteen, right?"
"Ed?" I asked, just to make sure. Mel nodded without turning around, inspecting more toys. "Yeah. Well, he's almost fifteen now."
"Yeah, I guess."
There was a long pause before anyone spoke.
Finally, Melody broke the silence, a solemn expression on her face. "So, who do you think it'll be?"
Instantly I knew what she meant. The Legend.
"I don't know."
A sudden chill filled the room. Both of us clearly worrying.
"I hope it's someone who can handle it."
"Yeah" was all I could think to say. "Me, too."
"Girls!" came a muffled yell through the door.
"What?!" I yelled back across the house.
"Come in here!"
Melody looked at me expectantly, but I had no idea what she wanted. In response, I simply shrugged.
Making our way to the sitting room, we were silent, both thinking about all the different ways this year could potentially end like a horror movie.
"I've got some good news!" Mum said from her big purple chair in the corner, "Jaycee just called and offered us to stay with her in London for the week, so we could shop before school starts!"
"Are Eldridge and Eddie coming?"
Mum's smile widened a little. "Nope. Eldridge is going to apparate Ed on September first, so you two can catch the train together."
A grin broke across my face, "Come on Mel! You get to help me pack!"
Melody's smile lessened a bit, but she followed.
From behind me, mum called, "We're leaving after dinner tonight!"
But I hardly noticed, excitement spilling from my every pore.
We hardly ever go to London for a day trip, let alone spending a week there. And without the boys? Life doesn't get much sweeter.
Walking past Eldridge's room, I slammed my fists against his door, "YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT MY MESSY ANTICS ANYMORE, ARSE HOLE! BECAUSE I'M GOIN' TO LONDON!"
A/N:Okay. You're all probably worried, I've started a new story. But this one is going to be good...or at least it seems that way in my mind. We'll see, I guess.
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A/N (2): I just edited this chapter slightly (mostly fixing grammar and spelling errors, but I did a bit of tweaking, too)!
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