Shelena Thompson is generally a good-natured person. But when you anger her, you might as well tell her how you prefer to die. She came storming into the hospital wing and came to a halt at (Y/N)'s bed. "Madame Pomfrey,leave us please." Madame Pomfrey looked utterly offended but took one look at the girl's face and nodded without argument. As soon as she was sure that Pomfrey was gone,Shelena began her rant. "How could you just not come back?! I know for a fact you left the Slytherin dungeons before dinner time,but Neville said that Harry,Ron and Hermione were at the Great Hall all throughout dinner! What did you do that made you forget me?!" She shrieked. So (Y/N) explained. It took her forty-five minutes to explain exactly what she did from the moment she left the dungeons. Shelena stood over (Y/N), hands on her hips and tapping her toes impatiently. Finally,when (Y/N) was done and dared to breathe,Shelena nodded. "Fine. I accept the reasoning,Weasley. But mark my words;one more time you and the rest leave me with Malfoy and his little gang,I will personally rip you four to shreds!" Something about the insane twinkle in Shelena's eyes made (Y/N) feel uneasy. She thought back to where she'd seen that familiar insane glint before,but nothing came to mind. At that moment,Pomfrey came in to shoo Shelena out. "You've been here long enough! Now out you go!" She snapped when Shelena tried to argue. Defeated, Shelena walked out and Pomfrey gave (Y/N) a sleeping potion to knock her out.•••••"Great Merlin! What on earth is wrong with this batch of first-years? And I thought the Weasley twins were bad!" (Y/N) woke up several hours later to an unconscious Harry being carried in to the hospital wing by Madame Pomfrey. She swung her legs out of bed and scurried over to his bed,only to be stopped by Pomfrey. "(Y/N)! I didn't see you there! Kindly go back to your bed at once. Mr Potter needs his rest,as do you. Lie back down at once!" When (Y/N) didn't oblige, Pomfrey carried her back herself. She forced the girl into the bed but, thankfully,didn't give her anymore sleeping potions. (Y/N) pretended to be asleep for several hours as hordes of students came to leave piles of candy and cards for Harry and her. Eventually, the person (Y/N) was most anxious to see came. Dumbledore. "Professor!" She cried out as soon as he entered the hospital wing. "Ah! (Y/N)! How are you?" He asked. "Fine. It's Harry I'm worried about." The two sat in silence and watched Harry,whose body still other than the slight rise in his chest that indicated he was breathing. Eventually, Harry sat up and put on his glasses wearily. He first noticed the mountain of sweets on his bedside table,and then the two people staring at him. "Good afternoon Harry." Dumbledore greeted. (Y/N) grinned wanly. "Heya,Harry. How you doing?" Harry held up his bandaged hand. "What do you think?" "Behave,you two. Ah! Tokens,from your admirers." He gestured to the e candy on their bedside tables. "Admirers?" Harry questioned. "What happened down in the dungeons between you two and professor Quirell is a complete secret. So,naturally,the whole school knows." (Y/N) and Harry chuckled at Dumbledore's reasoning and casual nature about the whole incident. "Ah,I see your friend Ronald has saved you the trouble of opening your chocolate frogs." "Ron was here?!" (Y/N) exclaimed. "Is he alright? What about Hermione? Oh,and Shelena?" Harry asked. "Shelena's fine,alright." (Y/N) grumbled. "Dumbledore laughed lightly and raised a hand. "Fine. They're all just fine. Though it seems that Ms Thompson is doing quite well after her...incident with the Slytherins." "But what happened to the Stone?" Harry realised he hadn't been conscious long enough to find out. "Relax,dear boy. The Stone has been destroyed. My friend Nicholas and I have had a little chat and agreed it was best all around." "But then,Flamel...won't he die?" (Y/N) asked. Dumbledore smoothed out his cloak and sat on (Y/N)'s bed,patting her leg while he was at it. "He has enough elixir to set his affairs in order. But,yes,he will die." "But what about his wife?" Harry and Dumbledore turned to (Y/N) in confusion. "What? Flamel has a wife,doesn't he? You guys just expect me to forget the poor woman?" Dumbledore smiled at her curiosity. "Curiosity kills the cat ms Weasley. But yes,she too will die." "How is it I got the Stone,sir?" Harry interrupted. After nearly dying himself earlier,he didn't really want to talk about death. "One minute I was staring in the mirror,and the next-" "Ah,you see,only a person who wanted to find the Stone-find it,but not use it-would be able to get it. That is one of my more brilliant ideas,and between you and me,that is saying something." He whispered to the two. The two broke into a grin at their professor's self-praise. "Does that mean, with the Stone gone that is,that Voldemort can never come back?" "Don't say the name!" (Y/N) whined childishly. "Ah,I'm afraid,there are ways in which he can return. Harry,(Y/N),do you know why professor Quirell couldn't bear to have you,Harry,touch him?" Harry and (Y/N) shook their heads after thinking it through. "It was because of your mother, Harry. She sacrificed herself for you,and that kind of act leaves a mark." Harry immediately lifted his hand to his scar. "No,no. This kind of mark cannot be seen;it lives in your very skin." "What is it?" Harry questioned. (Y/N) suddenly looked like a lightbulb had lit up over her head. "Love! It's love,isn't it professor?" She asked triumphantly. "Yes,(Y/N). How did you guess it?" He inquired. (Y/N) grinned sheepishly. "I didn't guess it. I just read your mind." "Well,at least your mind-reading skills are improving. But she is right,Harry. It's love,Harry,love." With that,Dumbledore pat Harry and (Y/N)'s heads,then stood up to leave. "Oh!" He said excitedly. "Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans. I was most unfortunate in my youth to come across a vomit-flavoured one. And since then,I'm afraid, I've lost my liking for them. But I think I could be safe with a nice toffee." Although Harry wasn't particularly happy with sharing his sweets,this was the headmaster and he couldn't exactly object. Dumbledore picked up a toffee coloured one and popped it into his mouth. "Mm," he said thickly. "Alas,ear wax." Harry felt his mouth form a grin and (Y/N) let out a soft giggle. After that,Dumbledore left the hospital wing once and for all. "At last!" Pomfrey said rather rudely when she was sure Dumbledore was out of earshot. "He might be the headmaster,but I am the nurse here. Now,it's nearly dinner time, you two. I'm going to give you one last check and you're good to go." Pomfrey began her check,and finished with the two about an hour later. "Alright,you two are fine. Just change into your robes in your dorms and go down to the Great Hall. As soon as Pomfrey held open the door for them,(Y/N) sprinted out faster than ever before and up to her dorm. She changed at lightning speed but noticed something out of the corner of her eye:a shiny necklace on Shelena's bedside table. After changing and checking that Harry hadn't finished yet,(Y/N) crept over to the small table. She picked up the necklace,which had a small pendant on it,and examined it. Other than some streaks of silver and green, the entire crest was black. This must belong to some old Slytherin pureblood family. But,Shelena lived in a Muggle orphanage,and she said she doesn't have any magical blood. Was she lying? How could she?! Also,what family crest is this? (Y/N) felt the wave of questions wash over her. She thought back to the countless crests she'd studied with her mother. This wasn't the Malfoy,Parkinson, Greengrass,Rookwood or Crouch family crest,just to name a few pureblooded Slytherin families. A sharp knock on the dorm's door drew (Y/N) out of her thoughts. "(Y/N)! Let's go! Dinner's starting soon." Harry said from the other side of the door. "Coming," (Y/N) replied. The two walked out of the dorms and into the common room,greeting the portrait of the Fat Lady as they passed her. That's when they saw Ron,Hermione and Shelena. The three stopped talking and turned to face their friends,Shelena looking slightly ashamed. "Alright there, Ron?" Harry called. "All right. You? And (N/N),what about you? Even Fred and George were worried!" "Alright. And so's Harry. Hermione?" "Never better," Shelena mocked being thoroughly put out that she wasn't asked how she was,but (Y/N) playfully snapped,"Oh, you're all right,Thompson. Not even a scratch in sight!" The five made their way to the Great Hall,where Saskia sent them worried glances,and Lisa Whitesmith and Zoe Chang of Hufflepuff came to ask Hermione how she was. The Great Hall was noisy,for the end-of-term feast had come. Silver and green banners were suspended from the ceilings,and the Slytherins were looking extra smug today. Slytherin had won the House Cup. Casting a glance at Dumbledore,who nodded,McGonagall clinked her fork against her glass just as she had at the start-of-term feast. Silence engulfed the Hall and the students turned to face their professors. "Another year gone," Dumbledore said,standing up to address the students. "And now,as I understand it,the House Cup needs awarding. And the points stand thus-in fourth place; Gryffindor,with 312 points," (Y/N) could practically smell the smirk on Malfoy's face. Light applause was scattered across the room,but the majority of the Gryffindors shook their heads in despair. "In third place;Hufflepuff,with 352 points," the Gryffindors clapped,but they couldn't say they were very happy about it. "In second place;Ravenclaw;with 426 points," several cheers and whoops came from the Ravenclaw side of the room. Hermione had a slightly annoyed expression,and (Y/N) knew she wouldn't be clapping if not for the fact that her friend,Zoe,had a sister,Cho Chang,in Ravenclaw. "And in first place,with 472 points;Slytherin house." Dumbledore's tone became slightly subdued as the Slytherins clapped and laughed loudly at their achievement. By this time, Hermione was utterly annoyed and it didn't help that Malfoy was making faces at her. "Yes,yes,well done Slytherin,well done. However,a few last-minute events must be taken into account." At his words,Snape turned paler than ever before and cast a questioning glance at the headmaster. "And I have a few last-minute points to award. To ms Hermione Granger and Shelena Thompson;for the cool use of intellect,while others were in great peril,25 points each." The Gryffindors whistled happily and many thumped the two on the backs. "Second, to mr Ronald Weasley;for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has ever seen in many years,50 points." Ron looked extremely surprised and even had to check with Harry if he was dreaming. Fred and George and (Y/N) were all thumping him on the back,yelling:"You'd better soak up the admiration now,Ron, it's all you're ever gonna get!" Ron looked highly offended,but got over it when Dumbledore began to speak again. "And third;to mr Harry Potter and ms (Y/N) Weasley,for outstanding nerve and courage,I award Gryffindor House 60 points." Even Percy gave up his 'good prefect' act and yelled 'that's my sister!' To anyone who'd listen. "We're tied with Slytherin!" Hermione hissed to her friends after doing the quick mental math. "Fourth;it takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies,but a great deal more to stand up to your friends. I award 10 points to Neville Longbottom." Neville sat stock-still for a moment,not believing his ears. He'd earned Gryffindor points? Unbelievable! But,it was true. The roars of laughter, cheers and shouts was enough to raise the roof. "Oh! And finally," Dumbledore interrupted. "To ms (Y/N) Weasley;who mastered her extraordinary powers quicker than even Merlin himself,I award her 10 points!" Ron yelled triumphantly and Hermione exclaimed:"We're 20 points ahead of Slytherin! We beat Slytherin!" "Go Gryffindor!" Shelena added. "Take that,you slimy,disgusting, worthless,cheating-"(Y/N) was sure that Shelena wanted nothing more than to finish her sentence,but,however happy she was that her house had won,McGonagall would never allow cursing on her watch. "Thompson! Don't make me go over there to wash your mouth out with soap and take away 30 points away from Gryffi-Fred Weasley sit back down! I am fully aware that Gryffindor is my House,and taking away 30 points would cause us to be behind Slytherin!" She hollered over the din. "Assuming that my calculations are correct," Dumbledore said,silencing everyone. "I believe a that change in decoration is in order." He clapped his gnarled hands together,and scarlet and gold banners with lions on the fronts fell from the ceiling. "Gryffindor wins the House Cup." Dumbledore announced with more than just a hint of glee in his voice. All the Gryffindors threw their hats into the air, and even Hagrid yelled a quick 'yes!' before calming himself and clapping like the other teachers. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff,more than glad to see someone other than Slytherin win the House Cup,cheered along with them as the nearest students slapped the Gryffindors on the back. Saskia and Goyle tried to stand up and clap,but Malfoy pulled both of them down before they could do anything. Saskia,however, shrugged Draco off and elbowed him with her bony elbow,standing up and cheering for Gryffindor.
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The Gryffindor Royal
FanfictionSmart, witty, sarcastic, intelligent, loyal and cunning, these are some of the traits of Ron's twin sister, (Y/N) Weasley, who is the complete opposite of Ron. While Ron is a bit of a lovable idiot, (Y/N) Weasley is shrewd and one of the best witche...