Cathy Potter, James' sister, has more to her than what meets the eye. Her secrets and magics give the lore of the HP world a whole new meaning as she and her family change the fates that surround them.
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The scene now became the five young wizards in the Three Broomsticks. They all had mugs of butterbeer on their table and were having a pleasant time among themselves. After finishing their drinks, Madam Rosmerta came to collect their mugs and replace them with new ones.
"Nothing beats a butterbeer in Hogsmeade." James said reminiscently.
"That's right." Peter sighed.
As they began to drink their refreshed drinks, Harry choked on his butterbeer when he spotted Professor McGonagall entering with Hagrid, Professor Flitwick and most surprising of all Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.
"Professor McGonagall, twelve o'clock." Harry told them.
After turning around and spotting their professors, Neville and Harry both ducked down and went down the table. Ryan wasn't moving at first but that changed when Hermione, who was sitting next to him, placed her hand on top of his head and forced him down.
"I thought I'd be much older when a girl makes me go down on her." Ryan grumbled. A thudding sound was heard and then a loud: "Ow!'
The more mature members of the audience chuckled and laughed at the comment that Ryan made while the rest were innocently confused as to why that was so funny.
Hermione looked annoyed and it looked like she made had kicked him. Ryan's hand went back up the table and after feeling around, too one of the butterbeers down under the table.
The Christmas tree beside their table rose a few inches off the ground, drifted sideways, and landed with a soft thump right in front of their table, hiding them from view. Staring through the dense lower branches, Harry saw four sets of chair legs move back from the table right beside theirs, then heard the grunts and sighs as the teachers and minister as
they sat down.
Next, another pair of feet were seen, wearing sparkly turquoise high heels, and heard a woman's voice. "A small gillywater --"
"Mine," said Professor McGonagall's voice.
"Who'd have thought, Professor McGonagall, day drinking in a pub." Cathy said.
"Four pints of mulled mead --"
"Ta, Rosmerta," said Hagrid.
"A cherry syrup and soda with ice and umbrella --"
"Mmm!" said Professor Flitwick, smacking his lips.
