Random adventures of Sophie the Strange!

Harry Potter. part 4.

     After the meal I had been sent to a seperate, lavish room behind the bookshelf behind the dorms in Gryffindor tower. Very posh, very secret, only the safest for me I guess. I wish I could tell you all the details but I pretty much crashed as soon as I found the bed. I figured our new friends would take care of Dean. It was early in the morning, and I was in that great, warm place between sleep and conciousness, sunlight just beginning to filter through the red and gold curtains that covered a large open window overlooking the forest and part of the lake. I murmered softly and turned away from the light, curling loosely into a ball making tiny kitten like noises as I snuggled deeper into the soft downy pillows.

     "Aw, isn't she cute Fred?" A happy, jovial tenor whispered conspiratorially. I remained in my partial unconscious state even though my ears perked up, I didn't feel threatened so instinct didn't take over.

    "Adorable George, the picture of peace." Almost the same voice agreed, I swear. In fact, if I was any further gone into my slumber I would have assumed it was the same person. There was a watchful silence.

   

    "Well, I'm not waking her up."

   "Bloody coward, you lost the draw, you gotta do it." The whispers were getting more agitated. Now fully awake I pretended to still be asleep, just to see what would happen. They think I'm cute in the morning huh? Oh wow, are they in for a surprise. But I didn't want to be mean, I was still sleepy, so I reverted to how I would act when I was little and James would wake me up on Sundays, y'know sweet tempered.

    "Fine but if I die, I'm haunting you!" There was a presence near my bed. A nervous presence, I could tell.

   "Be gentle George, I heard girls make an imprint subconsciously on a person." Said Fred from where he was. I didn't know that.

   "I heard they can smell fear too, but that's been proven." Well, girls, we've been found out. The presence got closer. "I am about to die."

   "Better go out with a bang then. Hey George, dare you to kiss her." Ah, they must be brothers.

   "What, no!" So he has a brain.

   "She's dead to the world, we practically blew up half the boys dorm and she didn't twitch." Well, I am a heavy sleeper.

    "No."

    "Five Galleons says you won't." Oh, he wouldn't.

     "......I hate you." There was a warm hand on my face, turning it away from the pillow and I 'woke up' to a red headed lanky boy about two inches away from my face, looking as if he was about to faint. And I swear as soon as my eyes opened every living thing in the room was petrified. I blinked.

    "WHAT are you doing with my sister!?" George straightened in a nanosecond, the hand that was on my face up in the air and the other pointed at another boy who looked exactly like him. Dean was in the doorway, red up to the roots of his hair, and boy if looks could kill.

   "It was his idea!" George screamed. "I swear!" Dean stormed into the room and grabbed George by the front of his shirt. George squeaked. I sniffed and sat up.

  

    "Oh my Merlin, what is that!? Is that you?!" I asked Dean, screwing up my face. He smelled dreadful! Like a skunk mixed with sewage, but he looked clean so what gived? Dean glanced at me, not letting George go.

    "These two set of stink bombs in the rooms then vanished, if they hadn't left the door open, I wouldn't of even known you were back here." His grip must've softened on George's shirt because while Dean was talking he slipped out pretty easily. Dean growled turning to get him but in an impressive show of athleticism, George cleared the queen size bed, putting me between them. He had a reckless smile as he did so.