Draco rolled over, feeling a dull pounding in his head. This feeling gave a sharp increase as he rolled onto his stomach. He gave a soft groan and pulled the covers over his head to block out any light that may have permeated his dungeon room.
He felt like shit.
His stomach felt like he was going to be sick at any moment and his head was pounding so much he could have sworn a drummer had taken up residence there overnight. His semi-conscious brain wondered if he had any Hangover Potions. He didn't remember if he had packed any before leaving home. He was always seeming to need them nowadays...
He gave another louder groan as he tried to bury himself under the covers. He hoped to Merlin no one would come in and force him to ge up. He didn't give a fuck if it was the first day of his seventh year. What did he have to look forward to? His father was in jail, his mother was dead, and Potter.... Oh fuck. Potter.
Draco's groan this time was agonized as a bit of the previous night slipped into his memory. Most of the details were fuzzy, but he was pretty sure he had seen him last night.
Draco didn't even want to know what he might possibly have done. He just wanted to stay in his bed for the rest of his life, or at least until the hangover was gone.
Emerald Potter slammed her bedroom door and stormed over to the bed kicking the night table furiously before throwing herself down. Looking over on the night table, she picked up a photo of her, Harry, mum and dad. He was holding her and mum was holding Harry. It amazed her how the picture moved.
Anita's stepmother had been downstairs when Emerald and Anita had gotten into yet another argument. "Hogwarts doesn't teach Wicca and it wouldn't be fair to you to have to give up the Goddess", Anita had said. "Wicca, Witchcraft, it's all the work of Diablo" Anita's stepmother had said, never letting Anita forget her Latino roots. "Besides why would you want to travel half way around God's Green Earth to see that retarded freak of a brother of yours anyway!? OH that's right you're a freak too" Anita's stepmother said to Emerald.
That's when it happened. The air around Emerald was charged with static electricity and the lights started flickering madly. "Take that back you racist pathetic hypocritical bitch. Anita's father was alright for you marry with his money, if anyone is evil its YOU"! Emerald screamed at her. Suddenly Anita's stepmother began growing, actually becoming larger. The air, which is one of the elements in Wicca anyway, was alive. Emerald could almost wrap it around her like a cloak. "My brother is not a freak! You're the freak! I wish you'd just blow up"! Emerald screamed.
Anita watched as her stepmother kept getting bigger and bigger. "Go to your room NOW Emerald Lilly Potter we'll discuss this later" Anita had screamed at her.
Emerald heard Anita say a spell on her way out, but didn't look back. Now in her room, Emerald wondered if Anita's stepmother was right that her and Harry were both freaks. After all she had just used wandless magick to blow her up.
Emerald would have to owl Harry again and tell him that she wouldn't be coming to Hogwarts. She wondered if he'd already gotten her previous owl, telling him that she would be coming to Hogwarts and what he was doing right now. Looking at the picture again Emerald Potter started crying. "I wish you were here Harry."
Merry Meet, Harry
It's me Emerald, your sister. Anita said that our godfather,(Goddess, be Sirius at rest now in the Summerland)told you about me 4 years ago. About 2 years ago, Anita told me about you. Goddess knows I wanted to get in touch with you before this, but Anita said that it wasn't time, that when you needed me, I would know, and the time would be right.
Anita told me about your life so far at Hogwarts. The Goddess has blessed you with the two best friends anyone could have. Try and find out what they like Ron and Hermione (did I spell it right), I'd love to bring them something from the States, to show my apprition to them for loving and taking care of you.
We have a few important Coven meetings so I wont be leaving right away. Anita and I are arguing. Halloween (Samhaim- pronounced sow like cow in)is The Witches New Year and she wants me here for that. She said it's been 18 years, a few weeks won't make a difference, but I think The Goddess will understand.
Because of my illness 2 years ago I was left back a year at Salem Witches Academy, so I will be completing my final year at Hogwarts.
What is up with this reptile Malfake, is he someone I need to hex? I can hear Anita know, "Ever mind the rule of 3, What ye send out comes back to thee". In his case I think I'll take my chances.
Well, owl me and let me know about Ron and Hermione. I'm not really sure when I'll be leaving, but know that you are in my thoughts, and that I can't wait to see you Harry.
Love and Blessings of The Goddess
Emerald, your sister.
After Hermione gave Ron the password, he walked to the common room in a daze. Anyone seeing him and knowing anything about the Muggle movie zombies would have thought he was one.
Ron didn't look up to see where he was going, but never the less he found his way to the Gryffindor Towers.
"Strawberrychoclatefizz" he said and The Fat Lady let him in. He didn't even hear her say "Hello".
Once inside, he was glad, that for the monent, he was alone. He fell onto the couch. "Bloody Hell" he thought. Ron tried to twig what Harry had told him. He should have waited before "talking" with Malfoy.
Ron had extended his hand to the blond snake in friendship, because he was spared by all those yonks of rowing, and Ron was an adult now. "I hope you enjoy it" Malfoy had said.
So far Ron was having a absolute bloody ropey time.
Hermione, along with the rest of the Houses, watched as Blaise practically dragged Draco from the Great Hall. She looked up, concerned, and caught Blaise's eye. He mouthed something to her, but she couldn't quite make out what it was.
Instead, she went back to her meal, her mind now occupied with thoughts of what he had said. Around her, whispers and talking began to cover up their sudden disappearance. Ron and Harry began talking but she paid them no attention.
After what seemed like forever, the feast ended and they were allowed to go to their dormatories. Hermione gave Ron and Harry the password and left them to their own devices. She retreated to her own dormatory to wait until 11 o'clock.
THe evening passed slowly for Hermione as she was nervously awaiting her meeting with Blaise.
Finally, at twenty till eleven, she crept downstairs, knowing that people would still be up. She pretended that she was going to do Prefect duty and managed to slip out the door fairly unseen.
Though she knew she had rights to be out, she still felt nervous and moved as quickly as possible to the Astronomy Tower. She climbed the stairs quickly and quietly, feeling her heart rate increasing with each step. At long last, she made it to the top of the tower.
Looking around the flat, gray area of the tower, she wondered where Blaise was. Glancing down at her watch, she realized that in her nervousness, she had accidentally walked a bit too fast and was five minutes early.
Hoping to calm her nerves, she walked over to the edge of the tower and gazed down at the grounds, hoping everything would go well that night.
Pansy dug into one of her overnight bags and found the bottle of Dragon's Breath Liquor. It was the what the common folk called "hangover juice", because it was sure as hell going to give you one if you were to drink it. Pans slipped it into her hand bag after she stripped out of her uniform and into something a little more comfortable, if you could called a mini skirt and heels comfortable. She wandered down through the dungeons and tried a few doors before she made it to Draco, sitting alone and looking very deep in thought.
"Hello Draco," she greeted him and stepping inside. "Are you okay? Blaise said you might need something with a bit of a kick tonight so I brought you this."
Pansy pulled out the bottle of liquor and handed it to Draco. She then conjured two glasses with her wand before putting a Locking Charm on the door.