"Didn't know you was into gingers, Malfoy?"
"Shut up Weasley"
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Gemma Weasley shared many similarities with her siblings, the ginger hair, pale skin, freckles and a super sense of humour, yet she was the one that stood out from them all. Even her tw...
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"Turn to page 394." Snape says as he storms through the classroom.
"Excuse me sir but where is Professor Lupin?" Harry asks, confused as to why Snape is now delivering our defence against the dark arts class.
"That's not really any of your business concern, is it, Potter? Surffice it to say, your Professor Lupin finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time. Page 394." Snape says whilst flicking mine and Ron's pages with his wand. "You Weasley's..." He says rolling his eyes.
Looking down at the book I notice it's been put onto a page about werewolves, I look around confused.
"Werewolves?" Ron mutters to me.
"But sir, we've only just begun learning about Red caps and Hinkypunks. We're not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks -" Hermionie states.
"Quiet!" Snape shouts, now showing his irritation. The class goes on, us losing ten points for Gryffindor for Mionie wanting to answer the questions Snape asked and for that earning a big essay.
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"Shit!" I scramble out of bed.
Waking up later than expected, I quickly rushed getting changed, scraping my curly hair into a sort of bun and leaving the common room still eating a granola bar. Running down the corridor and out towards the quidditch I notice the heavy rain and quickly try and grab my wand out of my robes to accio my jacket but before I even get into my pocket to reach my wand a black poncho lands at my feet, not even questioning it with how late I am I throw the poncho over my head. Malfoy turns the corner, making me wack his shoulder as I run out to the field.
"Watch it Weasley." I hear him shout as I throw up a middle finger back to him.
Supporting my brothers and Harry, I make my way up the stands and find Seamus and Dean who quickly turn me around and put red face paint on my cheeks making me laugh. Squinting upward, the players little more than blurs from the stands. A stitch of lightening strikes the tail of Angelina Johnson's broom. As it bursts into flames, she plummets to the pitch. In the sky, Harry flies fearlessly, searching for the Snitch as Bludgers pierce the clouds above him and chasers flit in and out of view far below. Then... something glimmers: the Snitch. Instantly, Harry jets off closing fast on the tiny, glimmering ball, chasing it through the clouds. Ron grins over the binoculars, watching Harry shred the mist as he urges his broom on.
"Pass me them Ronald!" I grab the binoculars not asking for a permission off my twin. Looking through the binoculars I don't see much, just clouds and mist through the rain when suddenly, I see this black figure. Taking my eyes away from the binoculars I notice that this looks like a body. And this body was plummeting to the ground. This was Harry.
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"Fred will he be okay?" I ask my brother, whilst sitting at the edge of Harry's bed. Seamus, Dean and Neville also coming in now.
