Megan was a little late down to breakfast next morning, and arrived to see a crowd of Gryffindors a few feet ahead. But she didn't notice who they were because a taller figure had caught her attention. Cedric. He glanced in her direction, and smiled before coming towards her. She smiled, but felt herself flushing furiously.
"Morning, sleepyhead," he grinned as he hugged her. "Although you did save the world again, so I suppose you're entitled to a bit of respite," he added with a teasing wink.
Megan laughed.
"Thank you, you're too kind," she smiled. "But you know, I would never have gotten anywhere without your help."
He smiled and took her hands in his.
"I told you I'd always be there, didn't I?" He said.
Megan nodded.
"Yes. And I'll always be there for you."
They looked at each other, smiling, but the teasing had gone. There was a change in the energy between them, though Megan couldn't quite tell what it was. And she was fully aware that Cedric was still holding her hands.
"... Listen..." Cedric began.
"Megan!"
Startled, Megan and Cedric dropped each other's hands as Dean Thomas came running up to her, followed by Seamus.
"Where did you get it?"
"Can I have a go? After you, of course!" Seamus said.
Megan looked from one to the other.
"What are you talking about?"
"Over here, Megan!"
Harry was waving at her.
"Sorry, it was badly wrapped..." Ron said. "And they made me do it," he said, pointing at Fred and George.
"Did not!" they protested. "But look at this!"
Under the paper was a gleaming, brand new Firebolt. Megan's mouth oed.
"Who...?"
"These came with it," Hermione smiled, handing her a feather, and a letter. Sirius. It was then that Megan heard a faint hoot.
"Is that an owl...?" she asked.
It was rather small.
"Yeah... dunno what's gotten into it, it won't leave me alone," Ron said.
Sure enough, it kept hovering around him. Megan smiled.
"I think he likes you," Cedric grinned.
Megan looked at the letter, careful not to let anyone see it. But everyone was too busy admiring the Firebolt.
"So, who sent it, Megan?" Dean asked.
Megan hesitated a second, then said:
"My godfather."
"Didn't know you had one."
"... Yeah... he lives far away..." she said, turning to the letter.
Dear Megan.
I hope you get this before you're back with your aunt and uncle. I don't know if they're used to owl post, and my first guess would be not. If this doesn't get to you before then, I hope it won't get you into trouble.
Buckbeak and I are hiding and safe. He's actually quite good company. I won't tell you where we are, just to be cautious. I have a few doubts about the owl I'm sending you this with, but he was the best I could find. I think the Dementors are still looking for me. I imagine my giving them the slip didn't go down too well (or with Snape, eh?). I'll let Muggles glimpse me in a day or two, a far way from the castle, so its security will be less tight.
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Megan Potter - A saga of the Heart - Book 3 - Past and Present
Fanfiction- Things are seldom what they appear - Megan was ready for yet another long, boring summer at the Dursleys. Little did she know that this summer would soon turn out even worse than the last. The reason? Her cousin's aunt Marge. And as if that wasn'...
