Lost AIAOY 1

Chapter 9

Tea with Hagrid lasted far longer than Harry and Rebecca had expected.  But, Rebecca carried a bag of cakes Hagrid had insisted they bring back up to the castle and opened it happily.  Where the others disliked them and only ate them in Hagrid's presence because he was so clearly proud of them, Rebecca enjoyed them.  

Plus, Hagrid had mentioned how hard he'd worked on them.  They were especially tasty after dinner which had been full of whispers and glares from Malfoy and the other Slytherin first years.

"There's something wrong with you."  Ron said, his disgust evident.  "Truly, truly wrong with you."  Rebecca took a big bite in response.

The tension from the spat over the fight from the afternoon had dissipated and been replaced with excitement over their placement on the Gryffindor team.  "Your father played."  Hermione offered, trying to find something to contribute to the topic.

Harry and Rebecca froze identically, their legs no longer working.  "What?"  They said in unison, turning to Hermione.

"I saw his name on a trophy."  Hermione said defensively.  "I meant to tell you, I guess I forgot.  I'm-"

Harry grabbed Rebecca's wrist tightly, needing to hold onto something.  "Where?"

"The trophy room, the second aisle."  Hermione hadn't even given him a more detailed description when he pulled Rebecca after him and started to run down the hall.  He felt like it was destiny that they'd been put on the team, that it was their blood that made them impressive enough to be first years representing their house.

The corridors were fairly empty, which was good considering Harry only slowed when he'd led the two of them into the room of shining trophies, badges, and plaques.

"Look, there it is!"  Rebecca breathed, finding the name James Potter on the Gryffindor shelf.  "He was a chaser too."

"Just like you."  Harry said, filled with pride for her.  "I didn't even know he'd played."

"Me either."  Rebecca couldn't look away from their family's name on the board.  "Now we have to do well."

"For him."  Harry agreed, leaving the trophy room feeling lightheaded.  He'd flown a broom once and now he felt as if his father's glory was resting solely on his shoulders.  Though, it wasn't really--Rebecca was feeling the pressure as well.  Both of them felt a growing duty to the Potter name, a need for excellence they feared letting down.

"Hello there."  Two voices said at the same time, taking either side of the Potter twins.  George continued for the both of them as Fred gaped at Rebecca's split lip.  "Wood's just told us, new seeker and chaser?"

"Yes, punishment actually."  Harry looked between the two of them.  "Do you two play?"

"Beaters."  Fred answered, surprised Rebecca hadn't told him.  He and George, after all, had told her throughout the summer many times.  Stepping out of the light so that it shone more directly onto Rebecca, Fred's jaw dropped.  "Punishment?  For what, fighting a troll?"

"You should have seen the other guy."  Ron panted, he and Hermione joining them.

"Fighting!"  Fred blinked, surprised.  He'd known Rebecca had been through some stuff, stuff he knew he couldn't even begin to understand, but he'd thought her too calm and level-headed to fight.  Not that he could judge.  He and George had gotten into a few fights their first year, too.  "What for?"

"For this."  Harry said, taking the Remembrall out of his pocket.  "You should give it back to him, you're the one who got it anyway."

Rebecca held it gingerly before putting it into her pocket.  She hoped Neville was back in the common room that night, he hadn't returned yet.