Thanks! I love Grawp, and I definitely wanted him to still be there! I remembered when Hagrid mentioned at Dumbledore's funeral that he was thinking of training him up as his assistant, and, well, he has plenty of time to do so now! Thanks for reading!

Hey there, very nice chapter. Firstly though you might want to edit one thing. Don't worry, I'm sure it was a slip of the mind. I do it all the time. Is it normal for Rose, to call her dad, "Ron"? Tugs on my heart string. So sweet! The James and Clemintine scene was adorable! This was a very nice touch to the scene. I loved it! AW, this is just so sad to think about. Poor Hagrid, but, it's good he knows his limits, and that he has Grawp to help him. Very, very nice post, and I enjoyed it from the beginning to the end. Watching for your next post.

Thank you! Usually, Rose refers to Ron as dad, but I thought since she was using Harry's name, that I would include Ron's. Perhaps I will change it to "our father's". Thanks for noticing I love Albus. I made him quite sensitive to other's emotions. I kind of picture him as I would picture the adolescent Dumbledore (although, not as brilliant). I felt like Dumbledore would have been this way to his friends when he was younger. Poor, Hagrid indeed. I didn't want him to be handling the monstrous creatures anyone more, one because of his older age, and two because Dumbledore isn't there to back him up anymore. I am very pleased you enjoyed it! I'll post chapter 8 soon!

Thanks, again!

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Wow(:
I lovee it!!
~Courtney~

Thank you so much for reading it! I am glad you liked it! I'll post another chapter soon!

Here is chapter 8! Thank you all for reading! Enjoy!
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Chapter 8: The Wretched Weekend

They walked back up to the castle, enjoying the handsome sunset casting bright rays of sunlight across the grounds. They got into the Entrance Hall, but turned back around immediately at the sound of fluttering wings. An owl was flying toward them. Albus ran outside before it could come in. A roll of parchment was attached to its leg. Albus pulled it off, and let the bird go. They ran back to the Gryffindor table and sat, even Viktorya, who Clementine told about the owl that was sent regarding the attacks.

“Oh no…” said Albus, and Clementine snatched the parchment out of his hand.

Dear Albus and Rose,

Do not share this with anyone but those within your circle, because if the ministry finds out we’ve spoken to someone about it, we could lose our jobs. The attacks that have happened are real, and sadly yes, werewolves were involved. It’s unfortunate that I have to be the one to inform the twins that their mother has been seriously injured and that she has been taken to St. Mungo’s for treatment Staff there have been working around the clock to help her, which is why the girls haven’t received word about their mother. Their younger brother, Aden, has been taken to their Aunt Lilith’s home for the meantime. Please let the Higter’s know that whatever happens, they are always welcome to stay with us. Hope your first week back was good, despite what is happening outside of school. Keep safe, and we’ll update you as soon as we can.

Love always,

Harry & Ron

Clementine just stared. Noticing that her eyes were swelling with tears, she reread the letter to make sure she perfectly understood before she cried. Viktorya had been reading it next to her. She had silent tears rolling down her face. Gordon came over to see what was going on. He put his hand on Viktorya’s shoulder.

“Come with me,” he said softly into her ear. Viktorya put an arm around her sister and squeezed, then let go. She got up and left with Gordon.

“I am so, so very sorry,” Albus said. Rose said nothing, but she too had tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Can I keep this,” asked Clementine, in a very clear, sturdy voice that did not match how she felt inside. Albus looked taken aback.

“Of… Of course… But wait… Where are you going,” he said standing up as she left the table.

“I have to be by myself for a little bit,” she replied and left the Great Hall.

Clementine ran up the Grand Staircase. Why are there so many stairs, she asked herself. What seemed like days later, she reached the common room. The Fat Lady let her in without a password, evidently noting how upset she was. Inside, Clementine saw Torr, who had not yet realized his mother’s state.

“Torr,” sobbed Clementine, as she rushed toward him and held onto him tight. Her tears had not yet fallen.

“Clem, what is it, what’s wrong,” he stammered, bewildered at his sister’s behavior.

“It’s mum. She was attacked. I knew it. I knew it when we never got a letter from her. It was werewolves, Torr, werewolves! It was a full moon the day we left, do you remember?” she was grabbing the front of his robes and shaking him, as if he could answer her differently.

“Mum… werewolves… What?” asked Torr, obviously not understanding properly.

“She’s in St. Mungo’s, the healers have been working on her ever since she was attacked. Its bad, Torr, it’s really bad! Aden has been stuck with Aunt Lilith.” She let go of him, and then cleared her throat. “Where’s James?”

“I… what? James? Why what’s up with him? What’s he got to do with it,” asked Torr, utterly dumbfounded.

“Where is he,” Clementine demanded.

“Upstairs in the dormitory, I think,” he replied, and before he could say anything else, Clementine raced up the stone steps to the boys dormitory, found the third years room, and without knocking, she barged into it. James jolted.

“Oh, Clementine, you gave me a fright,” he started with a chuckle; he was going to say more, but by the look on Clementine’s face, he knew it wasn’t time for a joke. “Wait, Clem. What’s wrong, are you okay. What’s that in your hand?” He indicated the letter.

He reached out his hand to take it, while also grabbing hers and guided her to his bed with him. He sat her down next to him while also reading the letter. When he had finished he looked at her with his big brown eyes. Clementine couldn’t contain herself anymore. She burst into tears. James laid his soft hand on the side of her head, and motioned her to cry on his shoulder.

“It’ll be okay. They said they are working on her, I’m sure she’ll be okay,” he said.

“I don’t know what to do. It’s my first year here, after wanting to come here for so long. Why did this have to happen my first week here?” She sobbed even harder. James put his arm around her and rubbed the side of her arm. “And now my younger brother is with Aunt Lilith. That’s the worst person he could have ended up with! She’s completely horrible! Oh, James, I don’t know what to do!”

James wiped the tears off of her face. “Look, I’m sure Professor McGonagall will give you, Vikki, and Torr special permission to leave the school for the weekend.”

“You really think so,” she said, looking up at him.

“I’m positive,” he said.

She put her head back on his shoulder. She was happy the dormitory was empty. When she barged in, she didn’t care if anyone else was in here or not.

“Thanks, James.” He didn’t say anything. He suddenly kissed the top of her head. She looked up at him, surprised.

“Sorry,” he said, looking embarrassed. She smiled, and then she put her head back down.

“Actually,” he said, “I’m not sorry.” He placed his hand on her chin and moved her face toward his, and he kissed her on the lips. Clementine was completely taken aback, but kissed back. After a short few moments, she retreated.

“James,” she started, but James cut in.

“I understand,” he said, blushing scarlet.

“No, just listen. I can’t be with you. I’m too young, first of all. I’m a complete wreck at the moment. Plus, you’re my best friends brother, and my brothers best friend,” she finished.

“I know,” he said. He even looked close to tears now too.

“Look, I am willing to put this passed us, if you can. I’m interested, James, I am. But now is not the right time. Just, stay girlfriend-free, will you,” she added, with a watery smile.

“Yeah, okay.”

Clementine got up to leave. She opened the door, but turned around. James was still sitting on his bed, bright red in his face.

“James,” she said. He looked up at her. “Thanks, for everything.” He simply nodded. She left the room.

Clementine didn’t sleep well that night. Professor McGonagall had come to the common room personally to grant Clementine, Torr, and Viktorya special permission to leave the school for the weekend. Harry had allegedly sent her an owl as soon as he sent the one for the kids. They would be transferring from Hogwarts to St. Mungo’s directly, and they would be staying there until Sunday night, where they would return by floo powder.

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The weekend flew by for Albus and Rose. It was Sunday night, and they were heading to the Great Hall for dinner. They decided to go for a detour and passed the headmistress’ office- they might run into Clementine. They turned the corner, and were walking toward the office when they heard someone.

“Oi, Potter!”

Albus turned around. He was face to face with Scorpius Malfoy and Blake Snape. Curiosity welled up back inside Albus about who Snape was. Albus rolled his eyes at the two, turned back around, and marched off toward the office. Hardly without two seconds notice, Rose turned around, and bellowed “Protego!” The spell wasn’t that powerful because they only just learned it in their Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but it blocked Snape’s jinx decently. Malfoy and Snape ran off before anyone could be attracted to the scene. Turning back to face the office again, they walked passed it, accepting that Clementine had not come back yet. Just as they passed it, however, the stone statue guarding the office leaped to the side, and out came Clementine, Torr, Viktorya and Professor McGonagall.

“Albus! Rose!”

Clementine rushed forward to hug them. Torr and Viktorya joined in too, and they all broke apart.

“To dinner; shall we,” said Professor McGonagall, and they all followed her down to the Great Hall.

“So, how is everything,” asked Albus, apprehensively, as they sat down at the Gryffindor table. Torr had run off to be with James, Viktorya with Gordon. Torr sat across from James. James looked down the table at Clementine, smiled, and then turned back to the roasted vegetables he was eating, and listened to Torr.

“It’s okay,” she replied, somewhat solemnly. “Mums not in the best shape. She was covered in bandages when we got there. Her face was pretty beat up too. It’s a miracle she is still alive and able to talk, really.”
Rose and Albus were listening intently.

“If she lives, will she be a werewolf,” Rose asked, concerned.

“That is what the healers told us. But I’m not more worried about that. That’s why there is the Wolfsbane Potion. I am sure as long as she is healing in the hospital, they’ll be giving her that.”

Albus and Rose looked shocked.

“So, she is going to be in the hospital that long then?” asked Albus.

“Yes, unfortunately. I’m going to have to spend my breaks with my evil Aunt Lilith. It’s going to be horrible.”

“What’s so bad about her,” asked Albus.

“Well, she is a squib. She was forced to go to Muggle School, and do Muggle things, even though she really wanted to be apart of the magical community. Because of that, she is foul to anyone associated with the wizarding world. She knows that all of her sister’s kids are wizards, so she is going to be downright unpleasant,” she finished. She loaded a lot of food on her plate. Particularly, mashed potatoes, which she seemed to be wolfing down. She took a large swig of pumpkin juice, and then continued.

“I feel so bad for Aden right now. He has to be having a hard time. He looked so miserable when I saw him at St. Mungo’s. Actually, I was quite surprised to see him, I thought that Aunt Lilith was sure to force him not to come,” she finished.

Albus looked at her for a few minutes, and then he spoke.

“Clem, my father wrote in that letter that he would be willing to take you guys in.”

Clementine considered him for a moment. “Yes, I know,” she replied. “But four more children moving into your home… I don’t think that is a good idea, and I don’t want us to intrude. That would add up to nine people in your house, and yes, I know you guys have the room,” she added at the look on Albus’s face, “But I just couldn’t do that to your mum and dad. I am sure Vikki, Torr, and Aden feel the same way.”

“What about my house,” Rose interjected. “We only have four others, including myself, and we definitely have enough room. I’m sure my mum and dad wouldn’t mind.”

“No, really,” Clementine started, but Albus interrupted.

“Look, Clem, you can’t go to your Aunts if she is that horrible. You just can’t. How about you stay with us over break, and you can see how it feels. I can have dad transfer Aden there really soon. You don’t have to live there, you can just spend break there until we figure out what else to do.”

Clementine just nodded in agreement, as she fiddled with the rest of the potatoes on her plate. She didn’t know what else to say, and didn’t want to argue further. They finished their food and made to leave. Before they did though, Viktorya rushed up to her sister.

“Hey Clem, can I talk to you for a second,” she asked.

“Yeah,” and she looked at Albus and Rose and said, “I’ll be right back.”

They waited for her.

“What is it Vik,” she said.

“Well, I was talking to Gordon. He wrote to his parents yesterday, and they said they wouldn’t mind letting us stay. He’s an only child, and they have plenty of room in their home. They live in London.”

“Oh,” said Clementine, who was secretly hoping to spend some time with the Potter’s, “Well, Rose and Albus said both of their parents are willing to let us stay too.” She looked into her sisters blue eyes.

Viktorya nodded, and said, “That would be amazing. Yes. I will go and tell Gordon that we’ll be staying elsewhere.” She looked slightly saddened. “Do you think you could ask if it would be okay if Gordon spent some time with us there, too. Not to stay but for a couple of days out of the break,” she asked.

“Yes, I’ll ask.” Viktorya left. Clementine rejoined Albus and Rose and told them what she said. When they reached the common room, they decided it was time to sleep.
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Again, thanks for reading! Have a great MLK day, and don't forget tolerance and respect for all people!

Oh how lovely!
I really like this(:
The details are so... ughh... perfect!!
I can clearly tell you took your time..
PaMS!

~Courtney~

Your details are so perfect!

Thank you both so much! I have never written so much in my life, but I am thoroughly enjoying writing it, and I am so glad you guys are reading it and enjoying it too! Thanks you so much!

Sorry I didn't respond earlier when I read this post. I was actually here when you posted. How convenient, yes? Anyway, As I said earlier and didn't get to finish posting, I think this has been your best post so far. You improve with each chapter, and even though it has always been enjoyable to read, it is even more so now. You must be very comfortable with your story now, and hit your stride. That's very good. This reminds me of what Harry had to deal with, living with his Aunt Petunia. Poor Aden. Yeah, me too! I'm curious about him myself. What a very nice thing to say. I appreciate that very much. Great post. I'll be watching for your next one.

Its okay, I'm glad you enjoyed it! I do feel more comfortable with my story now, as I have more idea's on what will happen with it in the future. Yes, poor Aden, I was thinking the same thing with the Dursley's, but I didn't want to be too similar to JKR's stories... You'll be finding out more about Snape pretty soon, it should be a nice little twist (at least, it is for me, in my mind).
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And, I feel today is an important holiday, and I know it is not recognized world wide, but it definitely helped shape the US. And with all the racism out there, I feel that (hopefully) the people viewing my page and you loyal readers would see it and think twice about judging others based off of who they are. If it's one thing HP has taught me, it is to accept and love everyone, even your enemies. As Dr. Martin Luther King once said "Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that." This couldn't be more true!

I'm working on chapter 10 at the moment and I'm starting my 2nd semester of my sophomore year in college tomorrow, so my posts may be a little bit delayed. Chapter 9 will be posted soon though.

Thank you all for reading! I greatly appreciate it!

Anytime. As do I feel a strong connection between what happened in the past and how it affects right now. I could agree with you more.

Now take your time writing. No big hurry..!

Here is chapter 9! Enjoy!
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Chapter 9: The Quidditch Queue

The next week went by quickly. The first years were getting piles of homework. Clementine, Albus, and Rose sat at a table in the Gryffindor common room working on an essay Professor Binns, the History of Magic professor, assigned them; it was about witch hunts in the early 17th century.

“Twelve and a half inches, I can’t believe him. I barely have six inches written,” said Albus, looking at his short essay. Rose has already finished hers, and Clementine was close behind.

“You’ve barely scratched the surface,” Rose said to him, reading his essay. “You could easily make that into the proper length. Just talk about the witch trails in Salem, Massachusetts. You could write massive amounts on that.”
Albus rolled his eyes.

“Hey, Quidditch try outs are tomorrow,” he said excitedly, not wanting to think about innocent Muggles being burned for no reason other than false suspicion. “I think I’m going to try out!”

Rose and Clementine looked at him in disbelief.

“But you’re a first year! You can’t possibly believe you can make the house team!” said Rose, still shocked and completely forgetting about the sudden change of subject.

“Well, I think I can do it,” he said. “Will you guys come to cheer me on?”

“What position do you plan on trying out for,” asked Clementine, thinking about James.

“I’m not sure. Maybe seeker. I know they are looking for a new one. James played chaser last year. And your brother wants to try out for beater. The Quidditch captain plays keeper, so there is no chance of getting a new one of them,” he finished.

“Well, of course we’ll come to cheer you on,” said Rose.

“Yes, I will definitely be there. I already planned on it,” said Clementine, not meeting their eyes.

“Really,” asked Rose and Albus together.

“Well, yeah,” said Clementine, slightly blushing, “It will be fun. Better than being cooped up in here all day.”

She hadn’t told anyone of her encounter with James, nor had she planned on doing so in the future.

The rest of the day slipped by, and Thursday afternoon came up abruptly. It was a beautiful sunny day. Clouds slowly drifted by, casting shadows in random places across the grounds. A slight breeze picked up, ruffling the leaves of the surrounding trees.

After class, the three of them went outside and sat by the lake until it was time for the tryouts. They walked to the Quidditch pitch; they were a bit early, but Albus wanted to get some flying practice in before the tryouts. To their dismay, however, the pitch was crowded.

Albus attempted to grab a broom from the shed, but due to the immense amount of people trying out, there were none left.

“Listen up everyone,” shouted a robust sixth year boy. He had short black hair that looked as if he had dumped a whole bottle of gel on it. They assumed he was the captain. “Those of you wanting to try out, remain on the field. Even though there are no more brooms in the shed, one may become available to you as we eliminate hopefuls.”

A lot of the people on the pitch were looking nervous. Clementine had spotted James, standing next to Torr. Both had tense faces.

“Those who are here to watch, please go and sit in the stands now. I want this field as least crowded as it can be,” finished the captain.

Rose and Clementine wished Albus good luck, and began walking toward the stands.

“Hey, Rose, save a seat for me, I better wish my brother good luck,” Clementine said. Rose nodded and started for the stands again.

Clementine winded her way through the people seeking a place on the Quidditch team. At last she found James and Torr.

“Hey guys, just wanted to wish you good luck,” she addressed them both, but was looking at James.

“Thanks sis,” said Torr.

“Yeah, thanks,” said James, smiling down at her, and whose face lightened up immediately.

She turned and left before saying anything further. She found her seat with Rose, who was sitting next to their three other dorm mates- Mona, Kiay, and Tanya. Rose and Clementine both looked around for Albus on the ground (they were very high up so it was hard to see), Clementine secretly scouting for James. At last they spotted them. The captain (whose name was Alan Strokes, they had finally come to find out), decided to try out beaters first. The crowded field began to take form, lining up for each position they wished to try out for. This created a very large line. The queue was almost out of the stadium.

Two at a time, the contenders for the beater positions rose into the air and put forth their best efforts. Finally two new beaters were chosen. Torr made it; he had batted the bludgers right through each of the three Quidditch hoops. His fellow beater, a wide shouldered, muscular girl, did just as well. Those who didn’t make it joined the spectators in the stands.

Next, the seekers were evaluated. Albus did pretty well, but he fell off of his broom so that the person challenging him caught the snitch. This put Albus out of the running. He looked very sulky. He joined the girls in the stands as they waited to see James.

Finally, the chasers were chosen. James did exceptionally well, scoring ten out of ten of the shots, and doing an incredible dive to dodge a bludger Torr had sent flying his way. He obviously made the team. Clementine, Albus, and Rose rushed out of the stands to congratulate Torr and James. They enjoyed a relaxing meal together for lunch, talking excitedly about the day’s excitement. Finally, they decided to try and finish their homework for the rest of the day (much to Albus’s dismay).
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Thanks for reading! Comments appreciated!

Poor Albus!
James was good!
Great chappie!

Thanks! Although I would have loved for all of them to make the team, I didn't want to be too optimistic with it... It would have been very predictable

Very good!
I love it(:

~Courtney~

Oh that was really super. I'm so glad you put this in. I wondered about this when so many students tryed out when Harry was Captain. Sweet! I'm so glad James did so well. James is a lot more out going than Harry was, but he still reminds me so much of him. I'm glad he made he team. I'm kind of glad Albus didn't make it. Bless him for trying his best though. Super good post, and I can't wait to read your next chapter.

Thank you guys so much! I can't express to you how much I love reading your comments!

Here is Chapter 10. I just finished writing it! I haven't started chapter 11 yet, so I'm not sure when the next post will be. It might be in a couple of days, or a couple of weeks, I'm not sure! Just keep your eyes open, and enjoy this chapter! Thanks!
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Chapter 10: The Nighttime Promenade

Weeks seemed to elapse into months. Three Quidditch matches had already passed. November was quickly turning into December. Snow was falling fast and hard, covering the Hogwart’s grounds in magnificent shades of white and grey. The holidays were coming up soon, so there was a sense of happiness in the air. The traditional Twelve Christmas trees now decorated the Great Hall, thanks to Grawp and Hagrid.

Much to Albus’s pleasure, nothing about Rita Skeeter’s book had come to the attention of any student in the castle. Apparently it wasn’t anywhere near time for publishing. He was also trying to figure out more about Blake Snape, but to no avail.

Clementine, Viktorya, and Torr continued to visit their mum and brother. Aden had been taken to the Potter’s home for the meantime, until they found somewhere else to stay.

Dane took to hanging out with Clementine, Albus, and Rose. According to him, Gordon and Viktorya’s infatuation with each other had become nauseating.

“They won’t stop snogging, tickling, or giggling at each other. And they spend way too much of their time in the library,” he said, the day he broke from their gang and joined the others. He looked shaggier than ever.

Clementine rolled her eyes at this. She had no idea her twin would act in such a way, especially in front of someone else. Of course, Clementine’s secret admiration for James was slightly annoying, since she day dreamed about them being together so much that Albus and Rose could complain about her not paying attention right in front of her without her realizing. However, James didn’t help the matter, with his constant smiling, winking and hugging her every time she came near him. She had also forgotten to tell her sister that the Potter’s agreed to allow Gordon over during the holidays, but she thought she would wait to see just how annoying things got with them before telling her.

The first years were getting a considerable amount of homework from every class. Clementine was doing unusually good in Potions. She was the highest marking first year in the class. Professor Slughorn told her specifically as he held her back one-day after class. Rose was slightly disgruntled by this, but at least she was able to transfigure her lizard into a wooden stick in their Transfiguration class. Clementine’s lizard merely had a hardened tail. Albus’s scurried away before he could do anything to it.

They were sitting in the Great Hall for dinner, Dane with them. He was slightly out of place, with his Ravenclaw embroidered robes in a sea of Gryffindor’s. He was eating in silence, as Albus was professing his concerns about Rita Skeeter and curiosity about Snape. Dane, although silent, kept stealing glances at Rose, who would turn away at moments notice, pink in the cheeks, and would take a drink of her pumpkin juice.

They decided it was time to return to the common room. They said good-bye to Dane, who sulkingly returned to Ravenclaw’s table and decided to sit with the Scamander brothers. Clementine, Albus, and Rose hurried up the stairs, and through the portrait hole. Many Gryffindor’s were inside, laughing and playing games. Some were even summoning snowballs up to the room. This was stopped, however, almost immediately. The fourth year students hadn’t noticed the prefects sitting nearby. They tried to talk their way out of trouble, claiming to be practicing their charms homework.

Clementine, Albus, and Rose spotted James and Torr; they were sitting by the fire, playing another game of wizarding chess.

“Do you ever stop playing that game,” asked Albus, as they gathered around; Albus taking a seat next to Torr, Rose on Torr’s other side, and Clementine next to James, who hugged her. She shot him a furtive look. He smiled, and then returned to concentrate on his game.

“Why should we? We have nothing better to do,” answered Torr.

“What about homework,” asked Rose, rather cross.

“Relax, cuz, we’ll do it eventually,” laughed James.

While James and Torr played their chess game, Clementine, Albus, and Rose worked on their potions essay, ‘How to brew a proper cold remedy, and how the remedy works’.

“This is completely insane,” said Albus, reviewing what he had written. Rose had already finished and was now working on her transfiguration homework.

“It is not,” said Rose, frustrated. “You always complain about the homework when it’s easiest. Now shut up and do it.”

Albus looked unnerved, but shut his mouth and continued with his essay. Clementine was putting the final touches on hers. Hours later, they had finished. The common room steadily became emptier, until they were the only ones left. James and Torr were on their fourth chess game, Albus had taken out his Marauder’s Map, Rose was looking over each of their essay’s, and Clementine was watching James and Torr play. It was nearing one o’ clock in the morning, and just as Rose yawned, and Clementine proclaimed she was going to bed, Albus gasped.

“What is it,” said Rose, her heart thumping in her chest as if something horrible had happened.

“Come, look at this, now,” he said, with an edge in his voice.

Rose and Clementine rushed over to him; James and Torr just gaped. They peered down at the Marauder’s Map. Mostly everyone was in his or her respective places. Peeves was jumping around the third floor, but his dot was not the only one lurking about. They spotted two more dots, walking down the seventh floor corridor, and finally stopping by a nook. The dots were labeled “Viktorya Higter” and “Gordon Brom”.

“What in the world,” started Rose, but Clementine intervened.

“What does she think she is doing? She could get into loads of trouble for this!”

“What’s going on,” asked Torr. James and Torr looked at Clementine inquiringly.

“Seems our little sis fancied herself a moonlit stroll with her boyfriend,” she replied. James looked jealous, Torr infuriated.

“I knew that boy was no good! She could get in big trouble for that! We have to go and stop her,” Torr raged, pacing in front of the fire, flailing his arms with every other word he spoke.

“Whoa, calm down Torr, you’re going to wake everyone up,” said James, waving him to sit back down.

“Yeah, shut your big mouth. You can’t just go and confront her, you’ll just be in as big a trouble as they will be,” Clementine said.

“Well, what do you propose we do,” he asked.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“Look, none of us can do anything, unless we want to compromise being in trouble too,” said Rose. “I’m going to go to bed, it is much to late. Just let your sister figure things out on her own. She isn’t thick.”

“She acting like it,” said Torr under his breath as Rose went up to the girl’s dormitory.

“I better get to sleep too,” said Albus with a yawn. “She’ll be okay.”

“Before you go, can I borrow the map,” ask Clementine.

“Oh, yeah, just please be careful with it,” he replied, handing the map to her.

“I will.”

Torr was very red. He still looked angry.

“I shouldn’t stand for this. Had this been a different night, I would have marched over to her immediately. Lucky for her, I’m too exhausted. I am going to bed. Good night.”

He stormed off toward his dormitory before Clementine or James could say anything else. This was the first time they had been alone together since the kissing incident. James looked at her with excited eyes.

“I have an idea,” he said. “Wait here, will you?” Without letting her reply, he rushed off to the boy’s dormitory. A few moments later, he rushed back down, and sat next to her.

“We can go and confront her without being seen.” He held up a giant lump of cloth. Clementine reached for it, and found that it was incredibly light. She let it drape to the floor, and then she gasped.

“It’s an invisibility cloak,” she exclaimed.

“Yup. We can use it to go and confront your sister. I didn’t want to say anything with everyone else here, because we all wouldn’t fit under it, but me and you can.”

They pulled the cloak over themselves. Clementine glanced at the map, and saw that her sister and Gordon were still in the nook. James’s eyes glimmered with the excitement of adventure. This was definitely his forte.

“Come on,” he said, taking Clementine’s hand, and whisking her out of the portrait hole.

They tiptoed down the corridor. Their footsteps still slightly echoed, but that did not concern them at the moment. Viktorya and Gordon were still in their nook, and no one else was outside. There was no doubt that James had done this before. He was much more quiet and steady than was Clementine. Her hair was back to its original turquoise color. She was eager for thrill, and this served it perfectly, her mind not even caring if they were caught. Finally, they were just around the corner of where the nook was. They could hear Viktorya and Gordon’s whispers, but could not make out what they were saying. They got closer, moving much more slowly and silently.

Finally, they reached them. Viktorya and Gordon were completely oblivious to them. Viktorya and Gordon moved to kiss, butt James had whipped off the invisibility cloak just before their lips met.

“What the—“ shouted Gordon, before Viktorya put her hand over his mouth.

“Fancy yourself a romantic moonlit walk as well,” jeered Viktorya, looking at James and Clementine’s joined hands. Clementine dropped his hand immediately.

“No,” Clementine retorted, “we just came down together because we were the last ones up. What in the heck do you think you are doing wandering about the castle this late at night?”

“Since when have you been the boss of me- telling me what I can and can’t do? Anyways, Gordon and I like to do things on impulse. We hardly get any privacy, and, well, nighttime it the only time we really get any,” she finished in a hushed whisper.

“That isn’t what Torr told me,” said James with a frown. “Torr told me that he can hardly go anywhere without seeing you two canoodling!”

Clementine giggled at the word ‘canoodle’. James blushed.

“Well, it’s none of anyone’s business what we do. So please, just go back to your own dormitory and leave us be. We’ve never been close to being caught, so we’ll be okay,” said Gordon, but before he could say anymore, they heard a noise around the corner.

Clementine’s heart hammered against her chest. She whipped around, then, realizing she was still holding the Marauder’s Map, she looked down, and saw a dot labeled “Freemir Crow”.

“Oh no,” she whispered, but that was all she could muster before the caretaker rounded the corner.

“Well, well. What do we have here,” Crow asked himself.

Clementine quickly wiped the map clean and stuffed it out of view, James stowing the cloak in his pocket, Viktorya and Gordon jumping up, anger crossing their faces.

“Look what you’ve done,” whispered Viktorya angrily at her sister. Clementine ignored her. She did not want them to be in trouble.

“Follow me,” said the caretaker, his yellowed teeth beamed in satisfaction.

The four clambered along behind him, no longer worrying about stepping quietly. They reached the caretakers office and were swept inside by the flick of Mr. Crow’s wand.

“Sit down,” he said, and four chairs hit them behind the knees that buckled into their seats. “Fancied yourselves a little nighttime stroll, eh,” he said, turning to face them. “Thought you wouldn’t be caught, eh? Well, you were wrong, you were. Wrong indeed.” He was shuffling through a dingy looking notebook. “Yes,” he said whispering to himself. “Detention. Detention.”

Viktorya and Gordon were glaring at James and Clementine.

“Lucky for you,” said the caretaker suddenly, “Winter break starts this coming weekend. You will do your detentions the weekend after you return. Names,” he asked conjuring a quill and detention slips, “Except you, Potter. I already know you.” He looked at him maliciously. They gave them their names, albeit reluctantly. “Best get back to your dormitories, before you cause anymore trouble,” he added as they left the room.

Viktorya and Gordon stalked off before they could discuss what just happened. Clementine and James walked back to the common room in silence. Upon their return, they said good night, and fell asleep instantly.
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love the new chapter

Thanks!

Awesome chappie!

Thank you!!!

Look at that!
I'd fancy myself on a midnight stroll!

Hehe(:
Good job!

~Courtney~

Very good chapter. I love how you begin your chapters. It puts me in the mind set of the story being told. Very nicely done. How cute is that? Loved this new chapter, and I'll be watching for your next one whenever you get time to put it up.