Try And Tame The Terrors **Harry Potter/George Weasley Story** (BOOK3)

Chapter 7: Take An Award If You Follow Me

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. They all belong to J.K. Rowling.







Chapter Seven: Take An Award If You Follow Me

Lottie's Point of View





George pushed me up against a tree. I looked up at him as he grinned down at me. He leaned down to close the gap between us, "Alrighty guys, funs over."


"What?!" George and I whipped our heads around to look at Alex, who had three broomsticks over her shoulders. She tapped her wrist,


"Quidditch." She stated like it was obvious,


"But you said--"


"Stop your whining Weasley, I don't care what I said."


"But I--"


"I don't care either."


"But--"


"Carry your own broom." Alex said, dropping George's on the ground then skipping off towards the Quidditch pitch, "See ya Lottie!"


"Yeah bye." I said quietly, looking back to George and wrapping my arms around his neck, "So ... where was you Weasley?"


"... Maybe I better go." George said sheepishly. My arms dropped to my sides,


"Whut?"


"L--"


"Don't even--" I pointed at his broomstick Alex had just dropped, "Go."


"Thank you!" George kissed my forehead lightly then ran towards the Quidditch pitch, picking his broom up on the way. I slowly trudged across the grass behind him. I was beginning to miss the guy, it felt like we'd being more connected before we were together than we are now. It can't be helped, I mean there's the products and lessons and Quidditch, as well as Frex to sort out too, but a little make out here and there might be nice,


"Lottie! Lottie I got on!" Ron shouted at me when I arrived at the field,


"Oh, so you're a keeper now?" I asked him. He nodded proudly, "Well, well done Ron!"


"Thanks!" He ran back to his brother. I see Katie and Alicia stood around, so I went to enquire about their positions and Angelina,


"Hey." They greeted me, looking as the team in front of them high fived Ron as he walked around,


"Have we done right?"


"Letting Ron on the team?" I replied to Alicia. She nodded, "Got to give him a chance I suppose."


"He wasn't that good." Katie said, "He just seemed to deserve it more than the others."


"He only tries his best. How's Angelina?"


"Well she's got her arm in pot and there's a scrape on the back of her head but besides that, she's still moaning so she must be fine." Katie grumbled,


"So what are you doing about the free chaser position?" I asked them, completing forgetting--


"ALEX TONKS, GRYFFINDOR PREFECT AND CHASER FOR THE GRYFFINDOR QUIDDITCH TEAM!"


"I never knew she was so good at flying." Alicia nodded as Alex cheered for herself then did an assorted amount of tricks and flips on her broom 15 foot in the air, "It's quite a talent."


"Well she isn't one to hide her opinions, so maybe she substitutes that with talents." Katie suggested. I had to laugh,


"There'll be a party tonight then." I nodded.



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"They should get rid of Snape." Alex said to me as we stared at the potion brewing. It was last lesson on Friday, and only a night out from as I had predicted earlier, Fred and George had used their free period to go down to the kitchen and collect food for a party in the common room tomorrow night. Hermione disapproved. I disapproved. Alex approved, so they went ahead and did it,


"What, why?" I asked as her comment sunk in,


"I don't like him."


"But that's my godfather you're talking about!"


"Am I meant to care?" Alex asked me like I was stupid. I squinted my eyes at her, then stirred the potion. It didn't seemed lively, but I think that was suppose to happen, "You know what?"


"What?" Why did I ask that?


"You should cut your ponytail off."


"That's never going to happen."


"Why are we making this? Dragon dung fertiliser! This is the most boringest potion in the--"


"Oh, Miss Tonks?" Snape's voice said behind me, "How many rat spleens have you placed in the potion?"


"Two."


"And how many are you suppose to put in?"


"Two." Alex said, raising her eyebrows. Snape stared into the potion,


"Dragon Dung fertiliser requires an amount of sloth brain placed in it. Tell me Miss Tonks, how much did you bother to put in?"


"The full brain." Alex said like it was obvious. Snape stared at the potion for a little longer, before walking away from us to a Slytherin and Ravenclaw pair across the room, "Don't you think you having short hair would be a great idea?"


"It's not easy for everyone you know. We can't all just grow our hair back."


"No but. Genuinely."


"I like my hair." I said, pulling my ponytail over my face, "I can do this. And if I whip my head, I can hit people in the face."


"What's red cow?"


"Why are you so random?"


"It's a disease. I take tablets for it."


"That's a lie."


"Yes it is."


"Well red cow is actually--"


"Right. Bottle up your potions and tidy your work areas. You will receive your marks in the next lesson." Snape told the class. I dropped the ladle I'd being holding and let Alex do the work, since she gets on with it more than I do. I watched as the blue dot raced about the classroom. Then it came to me.


Medical. Muggle knowledge. Stop the blood quill hurting. Tablets.


Pain killers.



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"You're gonna look like a right druggie sending that to Mrs Figg." Alex said, reading the note I had drafted,


"Yes but problem is, if we're going to end up in that situation anymore times, we might as well save our arses whilst we can." I explained, licking the envelope I was holding and sealing it shut, writing 'Dad' on the front,


"'Please send 10 box paracetamol ASAP. Explain later. L. Kiss.'" Alex read aloud, "Such a druggie."


"You really aren't helping." I told her, but had to grin as I took the note from her,


"I'm not here to help." Alex stated, "Anyway, who in their right mind is going to see if it works?"


"Look, all Snape said was 'use your muggle knowledge' and all I can get from that is using painkillers like the muggles do."


"There has to be a potion or something." Alex wondered aloud,


"There is. It doesn't stop the pain whilst it happens though, only afterwards."


"How useful is that? Not very."


"It's actually a little useful. If you can use the tablets to reduce the pain whilst using the quill, and the potion afterwards, we should be able to make the experience quite pleasant."


"How do you make using a blood quill 'pleasant'?" Alex raised her eyebrows at me as if I was stupid. I rolled my eyes and left her question to be rhetorical.



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"Fred and George Weasley!" Hermione's voice rang through the common room. My gaze raised from my drawing to see what they'd done now,


"Yes Hermione?" They asked innocently,


"What have I told you about testing on the first years?"


"Oh! Oh I know this one! Pick me!" Alex began jumping up and down in her seat next to me. My gaze dropped and I continued to draw, wanting no part in the discussion about to take place,


"Don't do it." Fred said, as he dropped a sweet into a blonde haired Gryffindor's outstretched hand. She looked at the sweet then burst into tears, running off up to the dorm,


"Now look what you've done!" Hermione shouted at them irritably, dropping the pile of books she was carrying onto the floor dramatically then making her way to the stairs. She stopped at the first one, whipping her head around and glared at the twins, "If I catch you again, I'll tell your mother."


"You wouldn't!" George shouted, sounding horrified. Fred fell off his seat,


"Try me." Hermione spoke through her teeth, then made her way up the stairs,


"Won't say I told you so." I muttered, a tiny smile on my face.



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"I want you all to feel exceptionally proud this year, because not only is your head girl in Gryffindor house--"


"HOORAY!"


"But we've got another fantastic Quidditch team!" Katie beamed to her audience. Majority of fifth up to seventh years had turned up, with a few younger ones dotted her and there. There was a load applause around the room,


"And now I want to call up Lottie to make a speech like she did this time a week ago in the prefect carriage! It was something everyone deserved to hear." Hermione grinned. I hid my face, which was hard because I had to be standing with the Quidditch team, which were stood at the front of the crowd. Hermione then rolled her eyes and forced me up onto the dorm steps,


"I want to start with how much I hate you." I said, pointing to Hermione. She smiled brightly, "And you."


"Why me?!" Alex whined,


"You're irritating." I grinned, "No, really. Gryffindor, all I can really say is that this year we have to kick ass and if we don't, I'll die unhappy. Just go out, take some risks and make as much fun up as you can because this might be your last chance to! So come on! Who's the house that's the best?!"


"GRYFFINDOR!"


"AND WHO'S GOING TO WIN EVERY CUP ON OFFER?!"


"GRYFFINDOR!"


"AND WHO'S GOT THE BEST PREFECTS!"


"GRYFFINDOR!"


"AND WHO'S GOT THE HEAD GIRL?!" Hermione yelled,


"GRYFFINDOR!"


"Yeah! That's right!" I yelled, "So come on! THREE CHEERS FOR GRYFFINDOR! HIP HIP!"


"HOORAY!"


"HIP HIP!" Alex took over, jumping next to me,


"HOORAY!"


"HIP HIP!" We shouted together,


"HOORAY!" The whole room yelled. The floor was moving from the noise, "GO GO GRYFFINDOR! GO GO GRYFFINDOR!"


"Yeah! Because that's how we roll in this tower! Now go forth and have a great night! Paaaarty!" Ron flicked on the music, and the room was jumping. Alex, Fred, George and I were dancing around together with the rest of our house, enjoying what turned into one of the best night to ever go down in history. We managed to convince Harry to start chugged pumpkin juice (just to get him into the spirit, of course) and even the portraits were joining in with our chanting. He was so sick he didn't ... couldn't move out of his bed on Sunday. Ron ate at least three chickens, and the room got absolute trashed. It was probably Alex's best idea to have the party straight after dinner, because everyone was knackered by about 9.30 so there was no after curfew noise. The four of us spent at least an hour and a half cleaning up, but it was so worth it.



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Alex rolled out of bed on Tuesday morning and landed with a thud on the floor. There was then a pain filled groan, "What you done?"


"Nothing." Alex's mattress then squeaked. I slowly opened my eyes and let my head fall to the left, seeing she had crawl back into bed,


"Do you need the shower?" I asked, turning to face her,


"You know, I don't understand why Hermione attended the party on Saturday. I thought she didn't approve of rule breaking, and she was also suppose to be knitting hats for the house elves."


"Not matter how many ways you look at that, none of them answer my question." I rolled my eyes, then slowly closed them. My arm slipped out of the covers, and then an owl was perched upon it. After my eyes adjusted to the light, I sat up, greeted Barney and untied the letters from around his leg. He hooted, then flew and perched on top of Alex's head. She then began unintelligent conversation with her owl whilst I opened the mail,



Lottie,


Got together with Lupin and Sirius. Hope they're what you wanted. Know about situation, Lupin recited Harry's letters. Read instructions.


Mrs Figg x



I tipped the envelope into my hand and a blue box fell out. Then another. Then another. There was a total of seven blue boxes, all containing painkillers, "Alex?"


"Yes Barney?"


"We're going to need to get a detention from Umbridge." I told her,


"Need?" Alex repeated, a small grin appearing on her face.


"Need."



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