Pure Rose (Harry Potter Love...

By Asianstargirl

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Follow Aurora Jones to her adventures in the Wizarding World! Where she discovers about a place for learning... More

Aurora
Prologe
Diagon Alley
Ollivanders
Hogwarts Express
Titanium
Cute.
Meeting my future best friends.
Lily?
Lily? Part 2
The Sorting
She's a Pirate
Dinner is serve.
First week of school
Potions
Ima Neko?!?!?!
Ima Neko?!?! Part 2
Flying lessons gone wrong?
Three headed dog?!?!
R.I.P
Halloween Horror
Please.
Awaken
Quidditch
A Poem! (Not a update)
Snow Day!
Christmas!!
Harry Potter's Christmas Part 1
Harry Potter's Christmas part 2
Hehe. . . Opps
Nicolas Flamel
A messy Quidditch Practice
Fourth of July
Danger Alert!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!
Im Sorry!!
After Practice...
A/N

My new Broomstick~!

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By Asianstargirl

Aurora POV
      It was pretty funny to see ferrets face when he saw Ron and Harry this morning. They both looked tired but pretty cheerful today. They probaly spent last night thinking about the Fluffy. Harry filled Ron and I about the package that seemed to have moved from Gringotts to Hogwarts.   
     "It's either really valuable or really dangerous," Ron said. "It could be both Ronald." I replied. I was getting frustrated. I couldn't figured out what would be so important, but is about two inches long. What could this small, yet Dumbledore feels the need to keep it guard? 
Neither Neville nor Hermione showed the slightest interest in what lay underneath Fluffy and the trapdoor. I know that all Neville cared about was to never go near Fluffy again. Hermione was ignoring Harry and Ron, but I can tell that they don't care. In fact, they thought Mione ignoring them was a bonus. Mione still talks to me though, since I tried to help her stop them.
I was eating some buttered toast when the mail arrived. Everyone's attention was caught by two long, thin package carried by twelve large screech owls. Six owls per package. They soared down and dropped it above us. Me having fast reflexes, caught both before it hit the table. Another owl dropped a letter.
Harry opened the letter first:

DO NOT OPEN PARCEL AT THE TABLE. It contains your Nimbus Two Thousands, but i don't want everybody knowing you've got a broomstick or they'll all want one. Oliver Wood will meet you two tonight on the Quidditch field at seven o'clock for your first training session.        

Professor M. McGonagall 

He showed Ron the letter and tried to hold his glee. I looked at Prof. McGonagall and smiled in thanks. She winked back at me, which made me giggle.
       "A Nimbus Two Thousand!" Ron moaned enviously. "I've never even touched one."
I rolled my eyes at him while saying 'see you later' to Mione. She's still eating and studying for classes. Harry, Ron, and I hurried out of the hall as quickly as possible to open the obvious broom-looking package.
But we were stopped halfway across the entrance hall by Crabbe and Goyle. Then Ferret snatched Harry's package and felt it. Really? It's pretty obvious that it's a broom.
"That's a broom," he said, throwing it back to Harry with a mixture of jealousy and spite on his stupid face. "You'll be in it for it this time, Potter, Jones, first years aren't allowed them."
Just then, Ron had to open his mouth. "It's not any old broomstick, it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty?" Ron grinned at us. I imagined myself getting an irked mark from getting annoyed. "Comets look flashy, but they're not on the same league as the Nimbus."
           "What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle," Ferret snapped back, "I suppose you and your brothers have to save up twig by twig."
          I was about to retort, but Professor Flitwick appeared at Ferret's elbow.
        "Not arguing, I hope boys?" he squeaked. I cleared my throat and caught his attention.
       "And girl. Sorry about that Miss Jones." He added quickly. I smiled in thanks.
        "Potter and Jone's been sent a broomstick, Professor," said Ferret quickly.
          "*cough cough* baby *cough cough*." I muttered so Professor and Ferret won't hear. Though, Harry and Ron heard as fist pounded me.
        "Yes, yes, that's right," said Professor Flitwick, beaming at me and Harry. "Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances, Potter, Jones. And what model is it?"
"A Nimbus Two Thousand, sir," said Harry and I in sync. We were both fighting to not burst out laughing at Ferrets face. "And it's really thanks to Malfoy here that we've got them." Harry added.
"Wonderful. And Miss Jones?" Professor Flitwick asked. I looked at him. "Yes, Professor?" "You have a free period now correct?" "Yes, Professor. You need help?" "If you don't mind." "Of course I don't mind. I'll just put this away then I'll come to your classroom." "Splendid. Thank you Miss Jones." I smiled and started walking toward the Gryffindor tower. "No prob Professor."
Ferret left already while fuming about not getting us in trouble. Harry, Ron, and I headed upstairs, laughing at Ferret's obvious rage and confusion.
"Well, it's true," Harry said. "If he hadn't stolen Neville's Remembrall Me and Rora wouldn't be on the team...."
"So I suppose you think that's a reward for breaking rules?" came a familiar voice, but it sounded angry. It was Mione, stomping up the stairs, looking disapprovingly at the packages in mine and Harry's hands.
"I thought you weren't speaking to us?" said Harry. "Yes, don't stop now," said Ron, "it's doing us so much good."
Mione marched away with her nose in the air. I smacked their heads for their rudeness and said, "See you guys later." I run to where Mione was.
        "Hey Mione, I'm sorry if you're mad at me. I know you're just looking out for me and all, but I hate bullying. I just can't stand it." I looked at her with my famous puppy eyes. She made a mistake and looked at my eyes.
          She looked like she tried to fight the cuteness, but as always, she gave up (like all the other people). She sighs and replies, "Fine. You're forgiven."
         I threw my hands in the air. "YAY!!" "But only because you're more responsible than Harry and Ron." she retorts. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah sure, Mione. Well I'll see you later, I need to put my broom away and go to Charms Class to help Professor Flitwick."
           "Bye, Aurora!" She waved at me while I started to run to the tower.
       I got to the entrance and said hello to Ms. Lady before hurrying up and put away my broom. Then I said 'see you later' to Ms. Lady.

      "Hello Professor. What can I do to help today?" I waved at the tiny Professor and his class.
"Hello Miss Jones. I already told your teachers about you helping and they said that they don't mind if you help out for the rest of the other classes. If you don't mind of course."
I smiled at him reassuringly. "Of course I don't mind. What year is this class?" "Second Years." I gave him a nod and he turned his attention to the confused class.
"Class, this is Miss Jones. She will be helping out today." The class chorused 'hello' and I said hello back.
"So, today we'll be learning..."

*************time skip*************
Harry POV
I kept zoning out during lessons. I keep on thinking about my new broomstick that was laying under my bed.
Is it almost time for Quidditch practice yet?

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Aurora POV
I was eating dinner with Hermione. I was done helping Professor Flitwick and earned Gryffindor 30 points. I must say I'm proud of myself.
"I can't wait to open the package and fly freely." I ranted to Hermione. She rolled her eyes with a smile. "Do be careful, Aurora, I don't want you to get hurt. You're my best friend and like a sister to me."
I squealed and hugged her in happiness. "I LOVE YOU TOO HERMIONE. ILL BE CAREFUL BUT NO PROMISES!" I screamed. Some people near our table looked at us, mostly me, weirdly. I quickly eat my onigiri and drank my water. After, I sat there trying to be patiently for Mione to finish. "Come on, come on!"
She giggled, "Okay, okay, let's go." I grinned and giggled too. I grab her hand and we ran out of the great hall and to our dormitory.
I said a quick hi to Ms. Lady and ran upstairs to where mine and Hermione's room is. I rushed to my bed and opened it. Mione finally arrived and sat next to me.
"It's wonderful." I whispered. It looked so beautiful. Sleek and shiny, with a mahogany handle, it had a long tail of neat, straight twigs and Nimbus Two Thousand written in gold near the top.
Hermione and I looked at each other in awe. "Wow." We said in unison. It was still pretty early to go to the field, so Mione and I talked about random things.

It was 6:45 and me and Harry had to be there at 7 o'clock. "You wanna come to watch or nah?" I asked Mione. "Nah, I'm going to study. Have fun sis." I beamed at the word sis. "Well do, sis." I replied.
So, I opened the window and flew to the Quidditch field. I told Mione that I would do this sometimes and said this would be the favor she owed me. That I get to fly out of the window without her scolding me.
I looked at my watch and it was now 6:52. Harry was already there flying. I smirked and devised a plan to scare him.
I zoomed towards him and made him jump. "Hello, Potter." I greeted with a grin. He grinned back. "Hello, Jones. How can I help you today?"
"No need. All I'm here is to do this." I ruffled his hair and flicked his forehead then flew off. I heard him say, "Hey!" and took off after me.
I laughed and stuck my tongue out at him.
We kept on playing chase when Oliver came carrying a large wooden crate under his arms.
"Hey lovebirds! Come down!"
Both of us blushed at the comment, but went down next to him.
"Very nice," said Wood, his eyes glinting. "I see what McGonagall meant . . . you two really are a natural. I'm just going to teach you the rules this evening, then you'll be joining team practice three times a week."
He opened the crate. Inside were four different-sized balls. (That's what she said.) I already all about Quidditch. Two of the balls are Bludgers, one of the is the Quaffle, and lastly the Golden Snitch. That's the one that's most important.
"Right," said Wood. "Now, Quidditch is easy enough to understand, even if it's not too easy to play. There are seven players on each side. Three of them are called Chasers. One of the is Aurora." I smiled proudly.
"Three Chasers," Harry repeated. Ollie took out a bright red ball the size of a soccer ball.
"This ball's called the Quaffle," he said. "The Chasers throw the Quaffle to each other and try and get it through one of the hoops to score a goal. Ten points every time the Quaffle goes through one of the hoops."
"So it's like basketball." Harry said. I tried not to facepalm. Really, this is more dangerous than basketball and you say it's like basketball.
"What's basketball?" Ollie asked confusingly.
"Never mind," said Harry quickly.
I zoned out a bit ,since I knew this, until Ollie gave Harry a bat. Ooh the Bludgers. I want to hit one. I nudge Harry to give me the bat.
"Stand back," Ollie warned us. He bent down and freed one of the Bludgers.
At once, the black ball rose high in the air and then pelted straight at me. I swung at it with the bat and sent it far in the air. Ollie let out a low whistle and Harry had his jaw opened a bit. "That's how it's done ladies." I said, joking at the 'ladies' part.
The Bludger came back and shot at Ollie, who dived on top of it and managed to pin it to the ground.
"See?" Ollie panted, forcing the struggling Bludger back into the crate and strapping it down safely. "The Bludgers rocket around, trying to knock players off their brooms. That's why you have two Beaters on the team - the Weasley twins are ours- it's their job to protect their side from the Bludgers and try and knock them toward the other team. So - think you've all got all that?"
       "Three Chasers try and score with the Quaffle; the Keeper guards the goal posts; the Beaters keep the Bludgers away from their team," Harry reeled off. Ollie didn't question me since he knows that I know about Quidditch.
        "Very good," said Ollie.
        "Er - have the Bludgers ever killed anyone?" Harry asked.
        "Never at Hogwarts. We've had a couple of broken jaws but nothing worse than that. Now, the last member of the team is the Seeker. That's you, Harry. And you don't have to worry about the Quaffle or the Bludgers-"
       "- unless they crack his head open." I interrupted. Ollie gave me a look that said 'not helping'.
          "Don't worry, the Weasleys are more than a match for the Bludgers - I mean, they're like a pair of human Bludgers themselves."
     I zoned out once more and got on my broom. I hovered above the ground until Ollie told me to practice doing tricks and fly on my broom.
      I didn't complain, I love flying freely. I also watch Harry practice with ordinary golf balls -since its to dark to use the actual snitch. 
      I smiled. Good job Harry.
      Soon, it was to dark to keep practicing, so we stopped and went back to the castle.
     "That Quidditch cup'll have our name on it this year," said Ollie. I rolled my eyes and smiled as we trudged back up.

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A/N: Hello~ (it's me). Sorry I haven't updated earlier. Just a heads up that I'm going back to school on Monday from Winter break and I don't know when the next time I'll update, but I'll try.
     Hope you guys had a wonderful holiday and a happy New Years (if  you had New Years yet) and I'll see you next time. Bye!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone. All rights are to J.K. Rowling. I only own Aurora.
    
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