Chapter 13 : Unwillingly a fangirl
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Aw, Nee-Nee. I want to keep her
I showed myself out of Teddy’s classroom and waved to him from the door before slipping into the corridor and walking in the long shadows the sun had cast. It was about four in the afternoon as far as I could tell. And I was starving.
My stomach let out a grumble or agreement. I patted it, “Come on Tum-Tum, let’s go get you some nosh.”
Was it weird to speak to your stomach?
I reached the kitchens, and tickled the pear on the fruit portrait, and stepped inside with one thing on my mind.
Alice was in love… with Albus of all people!
It was possible to have tranquil peace in the many nooks and crannies of the Library. Or so I thought. After pigging out in the kitchens, I still didn’t want to see my cousins and friends, thinking I needed to prepare myself for the moment where I would explain that I felt restrained when they were too protective of me. Maybe if I knew the reason of their over-protectiveness, I wouldn’t mind one bit.
So instead of trudging up to the tower, I went to the Library, where I found the serene calmness and company of a good book—13 reasons you need cats.
I was happy reading right at the back of the Library, in a chair in the corner, away from the hustle and bustle of the students doing their homework.
And I thought I was alone.
I sensed he was there before I saw him. Maybe it was the funny chain around his neck clinking, but when his shadow fell across me, I knew for sure I had company other than my book.
“Miss Weasley. It is a pleasure to meet you again. I thought I would introduce myself properly, considering our last meeting did not go down as well as I would have liked.” The deep, totally masculine voice said quietly, and I folded the corner of my page and slammed the book shut.
I looked up into the face of Sven Krum. Damn he was hot—although, he wasn’t to know. We couldn’t ever be, so he needed to stay away so I wouldn’t trip over my eyebrows or something equally ridiculous. “Well, I’d say you’ve introduced yourself.” I said waspishly. Why did he have to tear me away from my book, just for me to embarrass myself further.
“Quite. I see you cleaned yourself up, Miss Weasley.” He said, none-the wiser to my snappish tones.
“You don’t say.” I replied indifferently. I had to play that card. It was the only one I had left after making a fool of myself before. Act indifferent, and he’ll leave.
Sven smiled at me and sat down in the chair opposite me heavily. I inhaled deeply and sighed—he showed no signs of leaving. Hoping my futile, frosty ways would send him running for the hills, I ignored Sven’s presence and picked up my book again from under my chair, where I had stowed it, and read on from where I left off.
I didn’t even manage one sentence when Sven spoke again.
“Miss Weasley, I understand you may be somewhat embarrassed about our previous meeting. I do hasten to tell you that I know that you are not actually like that.”
I frowned as I tried to decipher his sentence. Did it mean he thought I was just stupid, or that he sincerely thought I wasn’t a blundering fool?
“Huh?” Was all I managed to get out. So much for him thinking I wasn’t a blundering fool.
He just smiled again, and patted my hand. “Do not worry, Miss Weasley. I like you, and I just want to be your friend.”
What the hell was I meant to say to that? ‘Oh sure, why not, I’ll just go and face-plant your arse accidentally after tripping or something because you and your brother seem to make me nervous and jittery’ or ‘Hell to the no—I probably gave you severe concussion the last time we met. If I kill you accidentally with my clumsiness, your family will sue me’?
How about, ‘Ok, but excuse my utter stupidity and down-right dumb arsey-ness’?
That’d do just fine.
“Uh, wh—No!” I shouted instead, shocking Sven. He blinked at me whilst I stuttered, trying to get out of the hole I had just dug around myself.
“My mother doesn’t let me fraternise with foreigners.” I said quickly, without letting my brain filter my thoughts. Aaaand I had dug myself a hole kilometres deep.
I blame Merlin for that slip up—why wasn’t my brain working? Of all the things to say, and I say something completely offensive and rude. My mother would disown me.
Shit. What if Sven got his brother to kill me. Oh my Merlin. I was a dead woman. And my mother would disown me.
I was a fraction away from hyperventilating just at the thought of Igor killing me (it doesn’t seem too fun a way to meet Sven’s brother again), when Sven threw his head back and guffawed. He had a manic laugh. I could see all of his teeth. It was un-nerving so say in the least.
It kind of felt as if I was a tiny mouse, about to be eaten by a lion, with his many many teeth.
“Oh, Miss Weasley—you are funny!” He said once he had recovered, wiping away tears of mirth.
“How?” I said bluntly. I had just insulted him. Didn’t he care?!
Sven cocked his head to one side, “I cannot quite put my finger on it. There is something about you, Miss Weasley.”
His constant ‘Miss Weasley-ing’ was really riling me up. All of my cousins were Miss Weasley too, with a few exceptions, what with the boys and the Potters.
“Call me Rose.” I said, trying to soften my voice. After all, being hostile towards him didn’t make him go away. I might as well let him know I’m not a jerk.
“Are you sure, Miss Weasley?” He asked, looking heartfelt and honest.
I nodded, and asked him the question which had been stalking around in the back of my mind. “Why are you here?”
“I wanted to talk to you.”
Well that told me a lot.
“Why?” Straight to the point then Rose… I didn’t want to dawdle. I wanted straight answers.
“I said before, I like you. Also I have no friends here. They are home.”
I felt the corners of my mouth turn up into a sympathetic smile. I couldn’t be so… aggressive to him, when all his friends were back home.
“So…” I said, finding the ensuing silence awkward and too heavy for my liking, “Have you entered the Tournament?”
What a boring thing to ask. Of course he hadn’t. He didn’t seem to want to, nor did he seem likely to be able to overcome the powerful spells anyway.
“Yes, I did, just now.” Sven told me proudly.
Wow. He actually found a way. I didn’t think it possible really.
“How did you…” I began, but drifted off, unsure how to word it.
“That is for me to know and you to never ever find out.” He replied, tapping his nose. He must be very clever to get past the enchantments on the Goblet of Fire.
We ended up talking until Madam Pince chucked us out of the Library. We’d done a series of questions:
What is your favourite colour? Sven’s was red. “Like a Rose.” He had said. I had blushed so damn much.
What is your favourite subject. His was Herbology.
What was your first pet. (He had a Budgie called Phyllis)
And so on and so forth. We’d actually gotten to know each other quite well, even though I had ended up flustered and red in the face as I stumbled on my words. After I had dropped the grouchy act, I had allowed myself to see how fit Sven was—which caused me to flush with embarrassment for realising such a thing.
Needless to say, we were good friends. I asked him to sit with Scorp and the others during the second ceremony, where the competitors were announced. He agreed, saying he needed to meet more people.
“’Night Sven, and good luck with the Tournament.” I said to him as we stood outside my common room. He had walked with me there, insisting there were hidden dangers at night, and it wasn’t safe for a girl like me to wander around.
I wasn’t sure what he meant by ‘a girl like me’.
And besides, it was only about 9 in the evening. Some sluts—cough, Melissa, cough—go back to the dorms at 3 in the morning…
“Thank you. Good luck with your friends.” He smiled back. I had told him about my friends and how protective they were of me at times. But I hadn’t mentioned that Sven was the cause of it all.
I felt a blush tinge my cheeks, and Sven laughed. “I love it when you blush.”
This of course caused my cheeks to flame to the point I felt I was going to explode. He laughed harder, but it was a nice sort of laugh. Not a mocking one. He pulled me into a tight hug, which lasted only a second, but made my heart beat faster. Any hopes that my cheeks would return a normal colour had been well and truly crushed.
And then he was gone, leaving me with a slight tingle and complete giddiness. But also a slight bad feeling. Perhaps it had to do with my cousin and best friend telling me to stay away from him.
“Guess what?” I said in a sing song voice as I dropped myself onto the nearest available space with my friends (ie Albus’ lap).
“You’ve been shagging.” Alice said, without looking up from her and Frankie’s game of Chess. They were both pretty good, I thought, as Alice’s knight smashed a pawn into the board.
I choked on my own saliva, “What?! No! Alice, you… skanky child.” I protested. Alice just quirked one eyebrow upwards when I called her a skanky child.
“If that’s what you say.” She replied in monotone. She moved her Bishop forwards to take out a knight from Frankie’s side. “You’re failing little bro. And Rose, you know I’m joking, don’t get so tetchy.”
Huh. She was one to talk. I for one found several things wrong with her statement. Number one: Frankie was the eldest of the two twins. Number two: She’s been moody herself for no reason lately, and I know it’s not her PMSing. I do believe it has something to do with a little cousin of mine named ‘Albus’.
“Whatever.” I shot at her, knowing it wasn’t the best comeback. I re-arranged myself so I was squished in the armchair, next to Al instead of on his lap, with my legs draped over his, just like what we used to do before Hogwarts when we all sat down as a family to watch a movie. He tried make me move, by shoving me, so I flicked his ear and told him I wasn’t moving.
“Anyway, guess what?” I said, continuing on from earlier.
“You’re going to elope with the giant squid, have little human-squid babies then get harpooned by pirates in the Caribbean.” Frankie said, in the exact same voice Alice had used. They both looked up, grinning at each other and high-fived, making a resounding clap.
I glared at them both, “You know, next time just say ‘what’.”
This caused them to break up into a fit of laughter, knocking over their chess board much to the indignant squeals and grunts of their chess pieces.
“Alright then. What?” James said, over in the corner by the fire where he was sat with Scorpius and Freddie. They seemed to be formulating a plan which I was sure had something to do with me, judging by their shifty looks. Well, at least they weren’t pissed off at me for disappearing for a day and ignoring them.
“I saw Sven, and he’s entered the Tournament! Isn’t that great? He overcame all of those spells that were placed on the goblet—he must be a great wizard!” I gushed, inwardly cringing at how high pitched and bubbly my voice sounded. I sounded like a fangirl! Shudder.
“Yeah. Great Wizard.” Muttered Scorpius, as he bent over a piece of scribbled on parchment.
James scoffed and said something which sounded like ‘dark wizard more like’, but I couldn’t be sure, and I didn’t want to accuse him of saying such things if he hadn’t said it. I’d been angry enough at them earlier, I didn’t need to make it worse.
Freddie elbowed Scorpius, making him yelp with both pain and fright. “Scorp, mate, remember what we said for you to do?”
Scorpius stared blankly until Freddie jabbed the parchment with his finger. Scorpius looked enlightened as he went ‘oh’ and nodded, standing up and leaving the common room, muttering under his breath.
“What was all that about?” I asked curiously, searching both James and Freddie’s faces for signs of lying. James’ nose twitched when he lied, and a thin sheen of sweat could be seen on Freddie’s forehead when he lied.
“He has some business to attend to.” James said carefully, looking up at me as I heaved myself out of the chair and came closer to them. I scrutinised him, sighing when I realised his nose hadn’t twitched and that he wasn’t lying to me. But I hadn’t got a straight answer.
“What’s that?” I said instead, trying to look at the parchment on the table. Freddie snatched it up and turned away from me so I wouldn’t see as he rolled it up.
“Nothing for you to worry about.” James said. I huffed and turned away from him, in time to see Scorpius come back through the portrait hole. A little second year tapped him on the shoulder, probably asking for help with homework, so Scorpius’ back was turned on us.
I realised I hadn’t spoken to him all day—at least, not properly. I stood up as he finished talking to the midget second year, who had long, chestnut pigtails, a snub nose and rectangular glasses. I ran up to him while he was still facing away from me, and leapt onto his back, demanding for a piggy back.
“You can’t just mandate a piggy back, when you’ve already done the deed yourself and jumped on my back.” Scorpius whined, as he struggled to straighten up again so that he wouldn’t keel over and whack his face on the flagstone floor.
“Yeah I can. Onwards! Mush!” I called out cheerily. I was sure he rolled his eyes, but he took me over to the others to satisfy me. He dumped me in the nearest armchair which just so happened to be the one Albus was vacating.
“Holy crap, Rose, you weigh a ton.” Albus cried, as he gasped in pain. I laughed at him, telling him Nana Molly liked feeding me, and I liked being fed.
Albus glared at Scorpius, “Why did you drop her on me?”
“Why not.” Scorpius said, but he dragged me off Albus’ lap and made me sit on the sofa next to Al’s armchair.
“Thanks.” Albus muttered, as he rummaged in his bag for a notepad and pen. He began scribbling away with haste, making facial expressions as he did so. Probably his journal. It seemed all the guys in our friendship group kept them.
“Do you have a diary?” I asked Scorpius as he settled next to me, tucking his feet on the sofa.
“Possibly.” He said, paling slightly, although with embarrassment or dread for me finding this diary of his, I didn’t know. It was hard to tell with him, all because he’s weird, and pales instead of blushing. Maybe he mutated at birth.
“Oh…” I said, my mind still on the possible mutation of my best friend.
“ROSIE!” I heard someone scream my name, and I turned my head towards the portrait hole to see Lily barrelling towards me. She reached over the arm of the sofa and flung her arms around my neck.
“Hello to you too Lily.” I said, smiling. I moved up, squishing Scorpius slightly in the process, so that she’d have somewhere to sit. She sank down next to me and grinned like that cat in the muggle book Alice in Wonderland.
“NYMPHADORA’S HERE!” She practically shouted in my ear, forgetting I was right next to her.
“Lily, I’m deaf now.” I said, then realised what she said, “Wait, Nee-Nee’s here?!”
“YES! Victoire came over here, and she’s got Nee-Nee with her. She and Teddy have to ‘talk’ apparently, which means that you get to baby-sit Nee-Nee!”
“No way!” I loved baby-sitting Nee-Nee. She was a delight to be around.
“Nee-Nee? As in Nymphadora, the metamorphagus with the ears?” Scorpius asked, drawing the shape of an elf ear in the air. I nodded excitedly.
“You wanna come too?” I asked him. He grinned, so I guessed it was a yes. The three of us dashed out the common room and towards Teddy’s classroom after shouting a vague notice about where we were going to the others.
Lily was almost hyperventilating in excitement. I couldn’t blame her really. Nee-Nee was the bees knees. Scorpius had heard a lot about Nee-Nee from me, but he hadn’t actually met her. I knew he thought Nee-Nee was very interesting, and I figure he couldn’t actually believe that Nee-Nee had settled for elfin ears.
Only a minute later, a harried Teddy passed Nee-Nee to me, and I carried her to the common room.
“What was up with Teddy?” Scorpius asked, bemused. “He looked really bothered.”
I agreed with him, and concentrated on not dropping the squirming child in my arms. Nee-Nee looked up at me and realised who I was. Her eyes grew larger, “Ro-Ro!” She cried, reaching up with her pudgy arms, and grabbing a lock of my hair. She studied the redness in her hands, and a moment later, her hair turned the exact shade of red as mine.
“Wow.” Scorpius breathed. I don’t think he’d ever seen a metamorphagus before. He had heard of them, yeah, but I doubt most people had ever seen one. “Is it wise to take her through the common room?” He asked me, as Nee-Nee’s eyes changed colour every few seconds.
“I think so.” Lily said, then looked to me, “So long as we disillusion her, right?”
“Yep. As much as she’ll love the attention, she’ll probably get hurt when everyone runs up to see her.” I replied.
“Why is she changing her eye-colour like that?” Scorpius asked suddenly.
“I think she’s excited. It’s way past her bed-time you see. She thinks it’s some adventure of some sort. Are you excited Nee-Nee?” I asked her, as she stopped changing her eye colour and settled on her usual aqua.
“Yesss!” She shouted, clapping her hands. “Ro-Ro, and Lily.” She pointed at us both, then she peered at Scorpius. He stared back, and was about to say something (probably his name), when Nee-Nee spoke, her voice sounded unrealistically mature. “Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy.”
“What the…” I said, feeling confused. Lily and Scorpius were staring at Nee-Nee for maybe 30 seconds before turning to me with imploring looks. Oh, so now because I was Nee-Nee’s godmother, I had all the answers to her behaviour.
“Uh, you hadn’t told her my name, had you?” Scorpius asked me, exceptionally pale, this time because it was all freaky.
I shook my head. I has no idea how Nee-Nee knew his name, let alone his middle and last name.
“Wait, your middle name is Hyperion?” Lily said, laughing at the face Scorpius was pulling.
Lily and I burst out into uncontrollable laughter, and every time we tried to stop, we looked at Scorpius’ scowling face and laughed harder. And we all put the weird event behind us.
We reached the common room, and I pulled out my wand to disillusion Nee-Nee.
“Noo, Ro-Ro, don’t un-see me!” Nee-Nee cried, wriggling around in my arms until she got free. She ran around to Scorpius, and hid behind his legs. He turned around and picked her up, holding her tightly. I was amazed to see he didn’t look awkward in doing so. Most people, including Albus, had no idea how to hold a child.
“Don’t worry Nee-Nee, I won’t let her.” He said reassuringly, stroking her hair, and tweaking her pointed ears playfully as she giggled. “She’ll be fine. I doubt you need to disillusion her. We’ll only be here for a few minutes.” He said to me.
I smiled, and gave the fat lady the password (gillyweed), and stepped through into the common room, ignoring the fat lady who was squawking about how only 11 year olds and over were allowed in Hogwarts. We all ignored her, and Lily did the honours of slamming the portrait hole shut.
Unfortunately, the resounding slam of the portrait was enough to make pretty much everyone in the common room turn around and stare at us. Usually they’d glare for a bit, before turning back to their homework, chat or game, but this time their gazes lingered on Lily, Scorpius and I, before noticing Nymphadora, who still had herself wrapped around Scorpius’ side with her thumb in her mouth.
Then the whispering started:
“Why have they got an elf?”
“You don’t think they’re related to that.”
“I think it’s cute.”
“It’s got pointy ears.”
“Don’t call her ‘it’, she’s a girl!” Shouted Albus, as he bounded over. The whispering stopped, but some people still stared whilst others murmured to each other, much more quietly than they had when they were ‘whispering’. Damn Gryffindors. They have no idea how to whisper.
“Well what the hell is she then?” Came the sneering voice of Melissa Johnston. She had a look on her face like there was something smelly under her nose. I really wanted to punch her right there and then.
“She’s a person. She is not an elf, she is not an ‘it’. She is a human being.” I snarled at Melissa. “And she’s Teddy’s daughter, so if you say a bad word about her, I’m sure he’d like to try a few of his hexes on you, even if he’s a professor.”
Melissa glared back at me before backing down, knowing I wasn’t kidding when I said Teddy would hex her.
“You’re called Melissa Wendy Gretel Johnston.” Piped up Nee-Nee suddenly. She screwed up her face before continuing, “2026. Plane. Bermuda Triangle.”
Melissa was staring at Nee-Nee with utmost hatred. I guessed it was because she had revealed her middle names, which were true, judging by the look on Melissa’s face. Wendy and Gretel. What were her parents thinking?
“What’s your name you little bitch.” Melissa spat.
Lily and Nymphadora then spoke at the same time;
“Nymphadora Malika Lily Lupin.” Nee-Nee said calmly.
“Shut your mouth before I fill it.” Lily shrieked at Melissa, although I saw her face soften as she looked at her little cousin, who was still staring at Melissa.
“Melissa Wendy Gretel Johnston. 2026. January 3rd. Plane. Bermuda Triangle.” Nymphadora continued. She seemed to be concentrating hard as she thought. She slid down from Scorpius’ grasp, and stood up straight. Then, my eyes seemed to be deceiving me. She seemed to grow taller, and the gasps from the common room told me that she actually was. She seemed to be morphing into an actual person.
She usually only shifted to have the same features as someone, but never before had she changed into the form of a real person. She had grown to the size of an adult, who had red hair and a slightly lined, weary face.
Apart from the hair, I saw she was an exact replica of Melissa, only older by about a decade.
Melissa was gaping at Nee-Nee, “W-what? She can m-m-morph?”
Nobody answered her, as we were all busy watching Nee-Nee closely. “I’ll take that holiday. It shan’t go to waste.” Nee-Nee said in the exact same, snarky voice as Melissa. She breathed out heavily, before seemingly shrinking, and returning to her usual look; her white hair, aqua eyes and pointy ears.
I glanced at all my cousins and friends, and the whole common room, and saw it wasn’t just me gawping at Nee-Nee. Both what she said about the Bermuda Triangle and what she said in Melissa’s voice was confusing. As was how she seemed to know everyone’s full name that she met, and how she morphed into a real person.
Then she burst into tears. Crap
“Shh, sh sh sh, come here Nee-Nee, come on.” I said, crouching down and holding my arms out to her. She flew into me, wrapping her little arms around me as I rubbed her back, comforting her. “I think your mummy and daddy will have finished talking by now. Shall we go back?”
She nodded, sniffling and trying to hold back more tears. “Love you Ro-Ro.” I smiled at her, and picked her up, so I was still able to hug her, then walked out the common room. I wasn’t surprised when pretty much all of my cousins ran out to join me; Roxie, Freddie, James, Albus, Lily, Hugo and Louis. Scorpius, Alice and Frankie were also there, looking very worried.
“Is she alright?”
“What was that all about?”
“That thing with Melissa…”
“The numbers too.”
“Guys, be quiet, we’re scaring Nee-Nee.” Al said hurriedly, noticing the way Nee-Nee was scrunching up her nose, and furrowing her eyebrows. Everyone whispered their apologies as we traipsed through the school until we reached Teddy’s classroom.
We reached the door as it flew open. It was Teddy. “I was just coming to find you.” He said. He frowned at us all standing there, worried, with a grizzling Nymphadora. He stood to one side to let us all in. “You lot can stay here with Nee-Nee for a bit. I need to speak to Lily, Rose and Scorpius for a moment.”
I handed Nee-Nee to Louis, because I knew that he could hold her properly. Lily, Scorpius and I followed Teddy into his own private room, where Victoire was.
“What’s going on?” She asked, peering behind Teddy at what seemed a family gathering.
“I’m hoping they can explain.” Teddy said, gesturing to the three of us who were still standing awkwardly at the side of the rounded room. “Sit down you three.”
I cringed, having been in this room only hours previous.
Teddy and Victoire looked expectantly at us as they shut the door and sat down. So we told them all of what had happened, focusing on how Nee-Nee knew people’s names without being told.
Victoire frowned. “It’s all linked.” Is all she said, thoroughly confusing us.
Teddy grimaced, and turned to us, “I don’t really care if you repeat this to your cousins, but nobody else can find out about this. Got me?”
We all nodded, none of us caring that Scorpius wasn’t actually family.
Teddy sighed, and pulled slightly on his face with his hands, rubbing his temples, “Nymphadora… I don’t know how to say it… there’s something not quite right about her.” He said, then continued before I could ask him about it, “No, Rose, it’s not an illness. I think she has a gift of some sort. We aren’t really sure.” He trailed off, looking unsure himself. He looked to Victoire pleadingly, and she took over.
“Teddy told you, Rose about how Nymphadora has been crying about her teacher from school.” Victoire said. I knew it was a serious matter because both Teddy and Victoire were using the name ‘Nymphadora’ instead of ‘Nee-Nee’. “Well, her teacher was found dead in her car just hours ago.”
I felt my insides go cold. “What?!”
“Was it murder?” Scorpius asked, getting straight to the point.
“No. She accidentally overdosed on her sleeping pills. Apparently she was an insomniac, so she had pills to make her sleep. Only, the pills make you forgetful, and it seems she forgot she’d already taken her pills, and took some more.” Victoire said, looking grave.
“But why was she in the car if she was going to sleep?” Lily asked slowly, as if trying to figure it out herself.
“The muggle police said that she’d just been kicked out of her house by her boyfriend. She was spending the night in the car.” Teddy put in. “Hermione told us. Harry and Ron had to go down there to check it had nothing to do with us wizards. They initially thought it was a suicide, but she seemed a happy woman. So then the aurors were called in by the head police officer to see if it was possible that she was under the imperius curse.”
“Merlin… that’s awful!” Lily said, her face grey.
I felt shivers go up my spine, “But what’s Nee-Nee got to do with this?”
“She predicted it was going to happen.”
A/N: Hello! Happy Holidays to Wizards, Witches, Squibs, Muggleborns and Muggles alike! I hope you've been having a fantabulous holiday. The queue right this second as I post this is just a day long, so if I haven't typed anything rude or naughty, it should be validated WITHIN A DAY!!! I need to write the next chapter. Oh Merlin.
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