Still searching [update]

I have decided I am not going to post everyday for the next couple of weeks. I will probably post every two or three days but I am running out of ideas and I have exams coming up and it’s all very stressing.
I won’t be posting tonight. (I actually might but at like midnight french time).
I hope you understand.

Love, Grace x


Bridge to the Other Side

So, this is just a little chapter that I had an idea for. Hope you enjoy. By the way, in this story, Remus never got with Tonks, she got married and had Teddy with a fellow Auror. Also, I got this title from a group called Boyd and the Remembralls. You should totally go check them out if you’re a Harry Potter fan, they just do Harry Potter songs and one of them is called “Bridge to the Other Side” and it is about Harry’s feeling about Sirius dying. That is why I chose this title.

It didn’t hurt when he went through the veil. It felt like he fell asleep and immediately woke up again. He looked around. He was in a white room with a couple of benches and a door leading out of it. He started to reach for the door handle but it opened before he could get to it.
“James! Lily!” He rushed to hug the two, they looked sombre.
“Sirius.” Said James. “How? How did it happen?”
Sirius frowned. “Remember that lovely cousin of mine?”
“Oh Sirius! At least we found you.” Cried Lily. Sirius smiled sadly.
“Is there a way to see what’s happening in…The living world?”
“Yeah, we’ve been using it to keep an eye on Harry. What do you want to see?” Asked James.
“I want to see if he’s alright…”
“Sirius?” Said Lily threateningly. Sirius sighed sadly.
“If you didn’t know, Harry got connected to Voldemort’s mind…That night. Voldemort planted a fake vision in his mind of me being tortured in the Department of Mysteries. He wanted the prophecy. Harry came to save me with his friends, when I learnt what was happening I went straight there with the Order but there was already about ten Death Eaters going after them. We fought for a bit but… Bellatrix caught me off guard. I want to see if Harry, his friends and the Order are okay.”
“My baby. My poor baby.” Said Lily, her hands over her mouth, tears in her eyes. James put an arm around her shoulder.
“We would know if he was hurt. We’re his parents. We would know. He’s fine.” They walked into the separate room. “This is the bridge to the other side.” Sirius looked down. It was kind of like a massive Pensieve. About the size of a small swimming pool.
“Harry Potter.” Said James. Harry appeared on the wavy surface. He was crying, trying to go through the veil where Sirius had just disappeared. He had cuts all over his face and his lightening bolt scar was glowing. Remus had his arms around Harry. He was pulling him back, he also had tears running down his face.
“Remus…” Breathed James. “He looks so… Tired, worn out.”
Sirius now had tears in his eyes. He stuffed his knuckle in his mouth and bit down hard. James put a hand on his shoulder.
“Did you ever tell him?” He asked.

Battle of Hogwarts

The three friends were watching intently what was happening. So far, Harry was fine. Hermione, Ron, Remus… All of the Order was fine. Except for Fred. Sirius went out to the room he had first arrived in and greeted him.
“Hi Fred.” He said with a sad smile.
“Sirius.” Said Fred. The man walked swiftly over to the twin and hugged him tight. They stayed like that for a while, Fred crying into Sirius’ shoulder. “I didn’t want to die. What about George?”
“I’m so sorry Fred.” Said Sirius. He pulled away and put both hands on each of Fred’s shoulders. “Come with me. I want to show you something.” Sirius led the way into the room with the Bridge to the Other Side. “James, Lily, we have a newcomer.” He gestured to Fred.
“Fred.” Said Lily. She walked over to him and gave him a long, friendly, motherly hug like Molly had done so many times before to Harry. “I’ve been watching you with your brothers. You were like a family to our baby.” She said with a bright smile. Fred didn’t say anything, he looked around, confused. “I’m sorry dear. You probably have no idea who I am, do you? I’m Lily Potter and this is my husband James Potter.”
“Hey there.” James waved.
“You’re Harry’s parents.” Stated Fred. “He-he misses you.”
“We miss him too…” Said Lily. “We’ve been watching over him.” She gestured to the small pool.
“George!” Fred gasped and ran next to James. He stared down at his twin who was crying over Fred’s body. “I still look better than him, even if I am… Gone.” He said with a sad smile.
James walked over to where his wife and Sirius stood. “Sirius.” He rubbed his eyes, trying to hide the tears. “I need to talk to you.”
At that moment, a new person walked into the room. Everybody spun around and stared at the man. Sirius was the first to move. He ran over to the man, jumped in his arms and kissed him. After several moments of the new man looking confused but also happy to be in Sirius’ arms, Sirius pulled away.


Still searching

Chapter 32

Harry awoke around midday the next day. He groaned and tried to shift into a more comfortable position but found he couldn’t move. Something stuck to his back wouldn’t let him move. He lifted his arm, which was heavily bandaged, and felt behind him. It was something soft, almost like feathers. He pulled at it and winced in pain and then a thought occured to him. He groaned again, this time not in pain but in frustration. This woke Draco up, who was sleeping in the chair next to him.
“Whas goin’ on?” He looked around. His hair was messed up and his eyes were half closed.
“Draco.” Said Harry in a complaining voice.
“Whas wrong?”
“Draco…Do I have wings?”
“Uh…Yeah.” The blond rubbed his eyes and took Harry’s hand. “Is it a bad time to say I told you so?”
“I hate you.” Said Harry but he laughed. For some reason, he didn’t mind being a Veela at that moment. As long as he had Draco to make him laugh, he would be fine.
“Ah, Mr Potter. Finally awake I see.” Said Madam Pomfrey as she bustled around taking out potions and putting them back in different cabinets. She did a quick check over him. “We’re going to move you into a separate room. Unless you don’t mind people know you are a Veela?”
“I’ll go into a separate room, thanks. Don’t need even more attention from Skeeter.”
“Because it’s just dreadful being famous, isn’t it? Everybody running around after you willing to do anything you want… It must be terrible.” Said Draco.
“Sarcastic much?” Was Harry’s reply.
“Can you get up, Mr Potter?” Asked the mediwitch.
“I don’t know.” He got hauled to his feet by Draco and Madam Pomfrey and brought to a room that you had to go through the witches office to get to.
“Mr Malfoy if you could go get the Headmistress and Professor Quipett? I was asked to inform them when Harry was awake.”
“Of course.” Draco walked out of the room.
“I never thought anything else could happen to you Harry but you always surprise me.”
“I’m just one for surprising people you know?” Madam Pomfrey sighed in despair. “Do you think I could have a quill and a few sheets of parchment?”
“Of course.” The witch went back into her office and a minute later, she came back in with quill and parchment in her hands.
“Thank you.”

Dear Weasley family, he wrote.

I thought I would address this letter to the whole family because I can’t be bothered to write ten letters and my arm hurts dreadfully although Madam Promfrey is patching me up nicely. I am in the hospital wing. Again. I discovered last night that I am a Veela…After falling off of my broom because wings were sprouting out of my back. (They won’t go away!) Anyway, I just thought I would write this to you because I don’t know how I would tell you in person.
Hope you are all well (and please tell Ron to come visit),

He read the letter over and wrote nearly exactly the same thing but to Hermione. He sealed both letters and put them on the bedside cabinet, ready to send them off.
The mediwitch came back in followed by Draco, McGonagall and Professor Quipett.
“I must say, you have the most magnificent wings, Mr Potter.” Said Quipett, “Mine aren’t nearly as big or as beautiful as yours.”
“Uh, thanks I guess. I haven’t seen them yet. I can’t get up.”
“I’m glad you are doing better Mr Potter but could you please tell us why you were flying in the middle of the night?” Asked McGonagall sternly. At her words, Harry had a worrying thought.
“Where’s my broom? My Firebolt? Where is it? Sirius gave that to me!” He said in a rush.
“Don’t worry Harry.” Said the Headmistress, in a soft tone now. “It is fine and in your room.”
“Thank Merlin.” Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
“Now, can you answer my question?”
“I’ve been flying every night this week. I can’t play in Quidditch matches anymore…And I haven’t flown in such a long time… And I’m aloud out at night now cause I’m a teacher.” Ha added with a cheeky smile. McGonagall couldn’t help but smile.
“You shouldn’t be out after hours Harry, even if you are a teacher now.”
“Well, it’s done now.”
“Yes I suppose it is. Professor Quipett will start helping you with your new powers as soon as you are well enough.”
“And what do I do with these?” Asked Harry, pointing at his wings.
“Just imagine them folding in and shrinking into your back and they will leave.” Said Quipett. “And if you want them back out, just imagine them growing out of your back. It will get easier over time and soon enough you will be able to do it without thinking.”
“Thanks.” Said Harry. He squeezed his eyes shut and imagined his wings shrinking into him. He didn’t know exactly what they looked like but he knew they were big and black and after a few minutes, they went away. The two professors and Madam Pomfrey all left so all that was left was him and Draco who was wearing a small smile.
“Shut up.” Said Harry, smiling.
“I haven’t said anything.”
“You were going to though.”
“How do you know?” Draco sat on the edge of the bed.
“Because I know you.”
“Fair enough. Do you want food?” Harry’s stomach grumbled. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

Still searching

Chapter 31

Harry went flying every night for the rest of the week. On Friday, after the student’s Quidditch game and making sure nobody was around, he sored up into the air without even hesitating this time. It was fortunately warmer than most nights and he was very grateful for that as he had had enough of being frozen to the bone after flying. While doing a rather complicated swirl, his head started spinning. He hovered a bit, clutching onto the broom until the dizziness went away and he continued flying. He flew for an other couple of minutes when he got a searing pain in his back. He tried to ignore it and land safely on the ground but he couldn’t, his eyesight was getting worse by the second. Soon, the colors were changing, he would see the world around him normally, and it would suddenly turn red or blue or purple or pink. He was swirling uncontrollably and was starting to panic; he knew this was going to happen some day. Why hadn’t he listened to the small voice in the back of his mind? Time seemed to slow, he couldn’t breathe, his heart was beating so fast, Harry thought he was having a panic attack, which he probably was although he didn’t know for sure because he had never had one before. Something was forcing it’s self out of his back. He just thought he had gained a bit of control over his broom when he slipped and fell. He didn’t black out, he didn’t even scream. He didn’t make a sound when he hit the floor and felt bones breaking. He just breathed in raspy breaths and prayed somebody would come to find him. Something soft had cushioned his fall a bit but he couldn’t ell what is was. And why was his vision going haywire? He lay flat on his back, or what he thought was his back, eyes opened and tearing up. He was in such pain. He tried to move. That was a big mistake. He let out a small groan. What was he going to do? He couldn’t stay out here all night, but he couldn’t move either. His wand lay a couple of feet away from him. He reached for it, cast a Patronus and sent it to get Draco and the Headmistress. While waiting for them, he looked around for his Firebolt. Thankfully it lay a few feet away, unharmed. Some time later, Harry didn’t know if it was a few seconds or hours later, Draco came running down the pitch, the Professor, trailing behind him.
“Harry! Harry!” Draco stopped short. “You have – you – you have wings.” He looked at them in amazement and kneeled down beside him, gently touching his arm. McGonagall arrived and let out a little squeek.
“Mr Potter-” She said, her voice trembling, “This might hurt. I am going to hover you to the Hospital Wing.” She waved her wand and Harry groaned in pain. Draco took his hand and held it all the way back up to the castle, through the hallways to the Hospital Wing and still held it when Harry was deposited on the bad and being checked over by Madam Pomfrey.
“My, my, Mr Potter. You always seem to find yourself back here don’t you?”
She didn’t even asked questions about the wings. Harry supposed McGonagall had warned her he would probably turning up sooner or later. The witch only left his side to go back to bed when he had swallowed half a dozen potions. After making sure Harry was fine, more or less, McGonagall did the same. Draco stayed by his side all night, even though he was told to go back to bed but he didn’t. He stayed by Harry’s side and held his hand all night.

Still searching

Chapter 30

Draco woke up early the next morning. Harry was lying across his chest, using it as a pillow. He stirred and Draco wrapped an arm around him.
“Morning.” He said.
“Morning.” Harry mumbled.
“Where were you last night?”
“In the air.” Said Harry, still half asleep.
“You went flying?”
“Kind of…”
“What do you mean ‘Kind of’?” Demanded Draco.
“You were playing Quidditch alone?”
“No, with the kids.”
“Harry, please try to make some sense.”
Harry finally sat up a bit, Draco’s arm still around him.
“I want all four houses to get along so I invited them to the pitch last night for a big game of Quidditch.”
“And it worked?”
Harry smiled faintly. “Yeah. It was so good to just watch them all walking back up to the castle together, talking and laughing.”
Draco leaned back on the bed. “Wow.”
“I know. And McGonagall said it was impossible. You can’t tell any of the teachers though. This is between us and the students. You can come next time if you want.”
“There’s going to be a next time?”
“Of course. Every Friday at midnight.”
“The students are going to be exhausted today.”
“I know but it was worth it. And I bet they think so too.”
Harry showered quickly and got dressed. Draco,  on the other hand, took over half an hour to just do his hair.
“Come on! You’re so slow!” Complained Harry.
“I’ll be ready in a minute.”
“Well hurry up!”
“You two fight like an old married couple.”
Harry jumped around in the direction that voice had come from. “Fred? What are you doing here?”
“Ever heard of privacy?” Called Draco from the bathroom.
“Thought I’d stop by.”
“Couldn’t you have stopped by at breakfast?” asked Draco.
The ghost ignored him. “George is coming by today. Got some employees covering for him at the shop.” He said to Harry.
“Great. When’s he coming?”
“Between breakfast and lunch. He’s staying for dinner as well.”  He winked at Harry. “It’s been some time we haven’t cause some mischief here.” Fred wizzed out through the door.

Lessons went by slowly that morning. Harry couldn’t wait to see George. At midday he rushed out of the classroom and ran straight into the Weasley twin.
“Carful there Harry. You might ruin that perfect face of yours.”
“Comme off it. How are you? How’s Bill and Charlie? Charlie still in Romania?”
“Calm down Golden boy. I’m here all day. Plenty of time for questions.” George laughed. “Come on let’s get some lunch, I’m starving.”
“You sound just like Ron.”
“Yeah right. I’m cool and funny. He’s just Ron.” They started walking down the hallway to the Great Hall.
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Just telling the truth mate. How’s it going with you two?”
“We haven’t really spoken lately but it’s okay I guess. I’ve forgiven him anyway.”
“Good. He was bloody miserable without you.”
“I’m glad he was. I’m his bestfriend.” Harry winked at the boy walking next to him.
“Your sarcasm had mounted drastically mate. Spending too much time with Malfoy I say.”
“That’s not what he would say. Or McGonagall.”
“What’s McGonagall got to do with your sarcasm?”
“It’s a long story.”
“I’ve got time.”
“I haven’t. I’ll ask McGonagall if we can have dinner in a separate room this evening. I’ll tell you all about it. Anyway, how’s the shop going? And you still have to answer the questions I asked you earlier.”
George scrunched up his face. “Right…I’m fine…Bill and Charlie are good too…Yes, Charlie’s still in Romania and…The shop’s great. Loads of customers, got a few regulars too, like Lee.”
Harry and George talked all the way through lunch, just catching up. They were sad to hear the bell ring.
“See you tonight then. Hey, can Fred come? Even though… You know, he can’t…Eat.” George’s shoes suddenly became very interesting to him.
“Yeah.” Harry smiled sadly. “And do you mind if Draco comes?” The ginger quickly became himself again.
“If it pleases you Harry, I will endure it.” George sighed dramatically and went off to find Fred.

That evening, Harry, Fred the ghost and George sat around a small-ish table, waiting for their food to arrive.
“Draco couldn’t come. Said he had to speak to McGonagall.” Said Harry.
Fred and George both shrugged. “So, what’s this thing about sarcasm and all that?”
“Has George told you about what we were talking about before lunch?”
“Yeah, Georgie told me.”
“Draco, McGonagall and Professor Quipett all think I’m a Veela.”
“Well that’s just stupid.” Said George.
“Thank you!” Said Harry.
“We would’ve known if you were a Veela. How thick can you get?” Said Fred.
“At least two of you think it’s complete rubbish. I’ve been trying to tell them but they won’t listen!”
“But what does being a Veela have to do with your sarcasm?”
“Veelas emotions get heightened when they’re soon to or already have their wings.”
“Complete and utter rubbish.” Stated George.
“Thank Merlin you two believe me.”

That night, Harry waited for Draco to fall asleep and he slipped out of bed. He walked down to the Quidditch pitch again, this time with his own broom. He hesitated for a long time again before mounting. That was getting rather annoying. He loved flying, why not just get on with it? Something is going to happen to you, said a small voice in his head. Maybe some Death Eaters that are in hiding are going to get you again. Maybe Dementors will come for you. Maybe you’ll slip and fall.
“No.” Said Harry firmly. “Nothing is going to happen. I’m safe.”
He pushed off the ground and once again, the breeze going through his hair was liberating. He grinned as he twisted and flipped and spun. Soon enough, the wind picked up and he was forced to descend. He rubbed his icy hands together and half walked half ran back up to the castle. Maybe I should check the weather before coming out next time, he thought to himself.

Still searching

Chapter 29

That night, at ten to twelve, Harry headed down to the Quidditch pitch. A dozen people were already there and thankfully, they all had brooms with them.
“Hello everybody! I’m glad to see you brought your brooms!”
“Harry- I mean Professor-” started Dennis, “why are we here?”
“Dennis, don’t call me Professor, we’re friends and it’s weird. We’re here today, because I want all of the houses to be friends.” He looked around. “Yes, even Gryffindor and Slytherin.”
“Harry, That’s impossible! And could I take a picture of you?” He pulled a camera out of his pocket.
“Really Dennis? Right now?”
“Why don’t you take one of all of us when everyone else gets here?”
“That’s a great idea Harry!”
More people were arriving now, they all had brooms.
“Right! Has everybody got brooms?” Asked Harry five minutes when everybody had arrived. A few ‘No’s’ echoed around the place. “I trust you can fid your way to the broom shack? Go on, go get them then. And bring the Quidditch balls with you! Right, Quidditch Captains, next to me please. I want the Gryffindor and Slytherin Captains together and Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw Captains together. Now you are going to pick out your teammates together. And you have to take one person from a different house each time. The two teams are going to have different colored shirts to go over your cloaks so you’ll be able to tell who is on your team and who is not. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, you choose first.” When everybody had been chosen, he spoke again. “I want you to split your teams into two, one half of the team will play the first half of the game and the second half of the team with play the second part. Everyone understand? Again, I want people from each house in both halves in both teams. When you’ve chosen who is going to play first and play second, I want you to choose one keeper, five beaters, fifteen chasers and three seekers. I will repeat: one keeper, five beaters, fifteen chasers and three seekers for both halves of each team. There will be no points, no winners. We are just having fun. I think we all need it. Both halves will play half an hour each and then, off to bed. If you wish to do this again, I’ll be down here every Friday, same time.”
Harry blew a whistle and the game started. The halves that were playing the second part settled in the rows of seats. When Harry looked over them, he saw that the houses were all mixed up; Gryffindors sat with Hufflepuffs, Slytherins with Ravenclaws… Harry’s heart swelled. He was so happy to see people who had never met, never even glanced at each other, were sitting and chatting and having fun together.
He snapped back to reality and focused on the teams flying above. The Slytherin and Gryffindor’s team were in orange and the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw’s team were in white (Harry had purposely chosen colors that weren’t house colors).
Harry watched Cassandra, Nooly and Lancey for a bit. They were getting better at flying, he thought. He wished he were up in the air, the wind flying threw his hair… He decided that when the students had gone back to bed, he was going to going around the pitch a couple of times. He wasn’t going to Accio his Firebolt because it would wake Draco up, he was just going to have to use an old school broom.

The students trudged up to the castle, all happily tired. He waited for a bit, he didn’t know why; he just did. Bad things often happened to him while flying… Should he really get on one when nobody would find him till morning? Or even afternoon? He would probably have freezed to death by then. He sat down and twiddled the broken sticks, pointing up at all angles. He walked to the middle of the pitch and slid onto the broom but he didn’t take off. He hovered for a bit, went a bit higher, hover, higher, hover, higher. It took him about five minutes to just get up to the hoops. All of a sudden, he shot off, as fats as the broom would take him. He felt free, like there was nothing in the world holding him back. At that moment, he wasn’t a Veela, he wasn’t The Boy Who Lived, he wasn’t Harry. It was just him and the broom. At that moment, nothing in the world mattered. He circled the pitch a dozen ties and came to a stop in the air. He flipped so he was upside down. Blood rushed to his head and he finally had to go the right way up again because he was getting dizzy. He slowly went back to the ground and jumped off before his feet hit the ground. He put the old broom back into the shack and locked it up. He silently walked back up to the castle, thinking he should do that every night.
He walked through the Great Hall and went up to the third floor where his and Draco’s room was. He snuck inside; when he turned around, he saw Draco at the desk, arms crossed and his head resting upon them. Harry gently shook him awake.
“Draco?” He whispered. “Come on off to bed, love.”
“I stayed up for you.” The blond mumbled.
“I can see that.” Harry laid Draco on the bed and quickly got changed into his pyjamas. He slipped into bed and pulled Draco close. He breathed in Draco’s sent; apple shampoo mixed with sweat after a long day. He snuggled down and closed his eyes.
“Night, love.” He whispered although he knew the boy beside him was already asleep. He decided he like that nickname. Love. Draco would like it too, he knew. He took off his glasses, put them on the bedside table and quickly flicked his wand to blow out the low candles. He easily fell asleep.

Still searching

Chapter 28

“Are you still angry?” Asked Draco as he slipped into the seat next to Harry.
“Why do you have Penwidge?”
“Didn’t have time to put her in my room.”
Our room.”
“You are still mad.”
“I’m not mad!”
Draco sighed and turned to speak with Professor Quipett in hushed voices. Harry ate in silence. He knew Draco and Quipett were talking about him but he didn’t care. He wasn’t a Veela.  and as soon as he finished, he walked back to his room. When he got there, he realized he had nothing to do so he turned around and headed to the Headmistresses office. When he got to the gargoyle, he said, “Sherbet Lemon.” McGonagall had used that password in memory of Dumbledore. He walked into the room and looked around. Quite a few of Dumbledore’s interesting objects were missing. He dragged a chair over to his old Headmaster’s portrait and sat down.
“Hello Professor.”
“Hello my dear boy.”
“How are you considering…You know, you’re in a painting and all.” Dumbledore chuckled before answering.
“I’m very well my boy. And how are you? I heard there have been some small complications since you started work here.”
“Well, first I was kidnapped, then just a week ago, not even that, some prat gave me a love potion, and now Professors McGonagall, Quipett and Draco think I’m a Veela.”
“Ah, a Veela. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were, Harry.”
“What? You too?”
“My boy, you must admit, you have extraordinary powers! You could probably do magic without a wand.”
“Professor, correct me if I’m wrong, but if you can’t do that, surely I can’t. You were far more powerful than me. And anyway, I’m not ‘extraordinary’ as you say, I just had a lot of luck and people to help me; including you.”
“Harry, I want you to keep an open mind about this. If you do end up being a Veela, you will need training and your emotions will be all over the place as soon as you get your wings, even before. You will probably develop powers you didn’t have before.”
“Like talking to Draco with my mind?” Dumbledore looked startled for a moment but quickly took back his calm composure.
“Yes, like talking to Draco with your mind.”
Harry sighed deeply.
“That’s it-” He said more to himself than to Dumbledore. “-I can’t be a prat if I do turn out to be a Veela. I’m grown up now. I’m an adult and I’m going to be mature.”
“That’s the spirit. But Harry, remember, you are only eighteen, you don’t have to be mature all of the time.”
“Thank you Professor.”
Dumbledore winked to Harry as he walked out of the room.

“Hello everybody!” Harry beamed at his students that Monday morning. “Today, we are going to be studying the Fire-Making Charm. Now you might not be able to cast it on the first go, like many other spells. I am going to demonstrate, and then, you will try on candles. Could you please pass these around, Penelope? Thank you. Now, how to cast the spell: I want you to all close your eyes and say the incantation ‘Incendio’ without your wands please so we don’t have any accidents. One the count of three; one, two, three. Incendio. Very good now, when you cast this spell, in your mind, I want you to imagine you candle lit. I want you to imagine the fire going from your hand, through your wand and onto the candle’s wick. Can you do that? You can try with your wands now.”
Harry walked around the classroom, pointing out things that could be done better, giving encouragements. He went back to his desk and watched Cassandra for afar. She had her eyes closed and was mouthing the incantation before doing the spell. After a minute of that, still with her eyes closed, she said the spell and a flame shot out from her wand and she lit the candle.
“Well done Cassandra! First go as well! Five points to Slytherin.”
The girl blushed and hid behind her hair. Harry noticed the Gryffindors all glared at her. They were already developing hate for the Slytherins. Apparently Cassandra Noticed too because she slid down her chair and didn’t day a word for the rest of the lesson except for the incantation.
At the end of the lesson, Harry called back the young Slytherin.
“You did very well today Cassandra. You were the first one to perform the spell!”
The girl didn’t say anything, she just looked at the floor.
“I don’t want you to take any notice of the Gryffindors, okay? They are silly and jealous that somebody other than them casted the spell first. Just ignore them.” The girl nodded. “Go on, off you go then.”

At dinner that night, Harry decided he was going to talk to McGonagall about what happened.
“Professor, I think we should do something about the Gryffindors and Slytherins.”
“Why is that, Potter?”
“Today, Cassandra, Bill’s daughter, got made fun of because she cast the Fire-Making Charm first in my lesson.”
“And what do you suggest?” Harry thought for a moment before answering.
“Maybe, when they are together in lessons, we should make them team up. They could get to know each other that way and they could  become friends!”
“If we had done that with you and Mr Malfoy, would you have become friends with him?”
“Probably not…”
“We can’t do anything about it, I’m afraid. That is just the way they are.”
Harry didn’t say anything for a moment, then he got an idea. He got up and hurried to the Gryffindor table.
“Quidditch pitch, this evening, midnight, the whole house.  Don’t tell any of the teachers. Pass the word around.” He whispered to the first student he got to.
He said that to all four houses and sat back down, satisfied.
“Mr Potter, what did you do?”
“Nothing, Headmistress.” He said in an innocent voice.