~ mother mother
"Like what? They got in a fight over letters"
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Third Person POV
October arrived, spreading chillier weather over the grounds of Hogwarts. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse was kept busy but a sudden cold, that spread itself over staff and students.
(Y/N) had been looking extremely pale to Harry, but he assumed it was because of the non-stop raining going on for days.
Oliver Wood's enthusiasm for training was not stopped by the weather, which is why (Y/N) and Harry could be found one afternoon, walking back to Gryffindor Tower, drenched in water and splattered with mud.
Fred and George, who began spying on the Slytherin team, had seen the speed of the Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones. They reported back that Slytherin was no more than seven greenish blurs, shooting like missiles.
As (Y/N) and Harry squelched along the deserted corridor they came across somebody who looked just as preoccupied as he was. Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor Tower ghost was staring gloomily out of a window, muttering under his breath, "... don't fulfill their requirements... half an inch, if that..."
"Hello, Nick," said Harry.
"Hello, hello," said Nearly Headless Nick, looking around. "You two look troubled," he said as he folded a transparent piece of paper.
"You do as well," said (Y/N).
"Ah," said Nick, waving an elegant hand, "a matter of no importance.... It's not as though I really wanted to join.... Thought I'd apply, but apparently I 'don't fulfill requirements' --"
Despite the airy tone, you could tell he was bitter by looking at his face.
"But you would think, wouldn't you," he erupted suddenly, pulling the piece of paper back out, "that getting hit forty-five times in the neck with a blunt ax would qualify you to join the Headless Hunt?"
"Oh -- yes," said Harry, who was obviously supposed to agree. Harry was a little shocked and disappointed that (Y/N) didn't say the same thing in sync, as she usually would have, but Harry thought she was just feeling under the weather.
"I mean, nobody wishes more than I do that it had all been quick and clean, and my head had come off properly, I mean, it would have saved me a great deal of pain and ridicule. However --" Nick shook open the paper, that was clearly a letter, and read furiously:
"'We can only accept huntsmen whose heads have
parted company with their bodies. You will appreciate
that it would be impossible otherwise for members to
participate in hunt activities such as Horseback Head-
Juggling and Head Polo. It is with the greatest regret,
therefore, that I must inform you that you do not ful-
fill our requirements. With very best wishes, Sir Pat-
rick Delaney-Podmore.'"
Fuming, Nick stuffed the letter away.
"Half an inch of skin and sinew holding my neck on! Most people would think that's good and beheaded, but oh, no it's not enough for Sir Properly Decapitated-Podmore."
Nick took several deep breaths and then said, in a calmer tone, "So -- what's bothering you two? Anything I can do?"
Harry waited for (Y/N) to answer, but when she didn't say anything, he said, "No. Not unless you know where we can get seven free Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones for our match against Sly --"
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Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N) is a young girl who finds out she's a witch. After she finds out her sister, Anika, isn't pranking her, she goes to Hogwarts to meet her future best friends. (Y/N) is destined to find out her family history that doesn't match up with wha...
