30 September 2012
I'm sorry I haven't written much recently but here is a nice long chapter to make up for my rubbishness. Hope you like it.
I stepped inside and felt like I'd never breathe again. In a good way. I had just walked into my own personal heaven. It was as large as the Great Hall and ancient dusty books lined the walls. In the middle was a ginormous shiny oak table. Sat on top were several cauldrons. Also scattered around the room were sofas, beanbags and mattresses. Merlin, there was even a muggle vending machine. The smell alone was beautiful, like I'd just taken a whiff of amortentia. It smelt like books and adventure and home and family. 'What d'ya think, Princess?' smirked Sirius, obviously noting my wonderment. I decided to overlook the spontaneous nickname. 'Merlin Sirius, this is amazing. I could freaking kiss you right now.' 'Go ahead. I don't mind.' he grinned and I hit his arm, the bastard. 'You are a goddamn legend you know that right? This is perfect.' I practically skipped over to the cauldron to see Moste Potente Potiones open at the correct page next to it. I loved magic. I woke up the next morning feeling like shit. I was surprised to see Sirius up before me. He handed me a cup of coffee and I sipped it gratefully. A glance at the cauldron told me all we had to do in regards to the potion was wait for a week to start the next stage. We'd obviously been here all night. I made sure to put a glamour charm on myself before going to breakfast because Sirius looked like an infiri and I was bound to look worse. I sat next to Alice and muttered in her ear about our progress with the potion. She pretended I hadn't said anything but looked visibly relieved. The conversation was, surprise surprise, about the ball. Melissa and the girls were talking about dresses and Melissa started to try to get me to buy a dress again. I started to protest again but Alice cut in. 'But you have those dress robes we bought at the start of the year.' Oh yeah. Thank you Alice. She'd not only saved me from shopping, she'd saved me from having to attempt to transfigure my old dress into something different yet not hideous. 'Oh yeah, I forgot about them. Thanks Alice.' The rest of that month was depressingly uneventful. Well, the not-many-deaths thing wasn't depressing but we'd gained no ground in the war and conversation tended to centre around painfully mundane things like homework and gossip. There weren't even any order meetings because Dumbledore and most of the other prominent Order members were off doing 'important' things and we students didn't exactly know how to run them ourselves. The polyjuice potion was pretty much finished; we only had to get a bit of some Slytherins (ew) andchoose the right time to strike. Somehow, the Christmas ball had snuck up on me and I found myself staring blankly at my reflection in the floor length mirror in my room. My 'dress robes' were little more than a muggle Little Black Dress and a semi-transparent, sparkly robe thing on top. I was going to freeze. I hastily applied some makeup and brushed my wavy hair through with my fingers. I admit I kind of got caught up in the getting ready spirit. I tripped into the common room (my heels were ridiculously high) to see a rather gorgeous looking James waiting for me. We grinned awkwardly at each other in the way that couples do in that perfect couple-y moment. We were both kind of caught up in the dance hype despite our opinions of Dumbledore's decision to have it. 'You look gorgeous.' he commented. I raised my eyebrows at him but couldn't be bothered to tell him off for the not-friendly-but-more-than-friendly comment. He offered his hand and I took it. I told myself I was only using him to keep myself upright in my killer heels but... Yeah right. The Great Hall was full of people dancing already. We found a couple of Order couples and chattered with them because we all felt wrong dancing in these times. After about an hour, our group started drifting towards the dancers; our boredom had won over our reluctance to have fun. I wasn't quite sure how much time had passed, spent swaying to hypnotic music with various Marauders and Order members. I was holding Sirius' hand when I heard the first startled scream. Immediately people scrambled away from the area where the scream had come from to reveal a cloaked figure. More were appearing around the room and one glance at Sirius told me he'd guessed the same thing as me. We looked around wildly for James and Melissa and once we'd found them we regrouped with the Order students. The teachers had already opened fire at the intruders and, of course, begun shepherding students out the hall. As Head Boy and Girl, James and I hastened to assist the evacuation while the rest of the Order joined the fight. All I could think was 'How did they get in?'. I knew from Hogwarts: A History that they couldn't have apperated and the Hogwarts security rivalled that of the Ministry of Magic. I was clutching James' hand so tightly that he must have lost the feeling in it but he didn't seem to notice. Once the students were out we joined the duel, exchanging curses like our lives depended on it -wait, they did. A lanky deatheater with a spotty face (from what I could see) and a disgusting sneer laughed at us, we were back to back, protecting each other. 'Ah, young love, how sweet.' he dodged a jinx I threw at him, 'Shame I'll have to end it. Like Romeo and Juliet.' I didn't pause to wonder how a pureblood supremacist like him knew about muggle literature, I just stunned him and started shooting spells at the next deatheater. We'd been at it for Godric knows how long when the older section of the Order, half the auror office and-thank Merlin- Dumbledore came spilling in through the doors of the hall. The deatheaters took one look at our legendary headmaster and scarpered. The few that we're stunned or otherwise incapacitated we're taken away by the aurors to await trial. Served them right. I finally let out a sigh of relief. The adrenaline began to leave my system when a certain heroic, gorgeous, amazing, gorgeous, life-saving, gorgeous, courageous, gorgeous guy grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me into a rather ferocious snog. Well whatever resistance I'd had left evaporated then. James Potter was a really good kisser.
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