(Book Three) Innocent {CLP SERIES}

{Chapter 13}

C R Y S T A L ' S P O V

"Hey Harry." I said quietly as I approached him.

"Hey." Harry's voice was hoarse.

"Uh, we have something to tell you Harry. When you fell of your broom, it, well, kind of, well-" Ron showed Harry his broom.

Harry looked quite sad, but remained silent.

"You scared me so much." I said to Harry.

The Quiddich team had left leaving Harry with Ron, Hermione and I.

"I had to hold Crystal back so she would go running down to you. McGonagall wouldn't let her see you until today." Ron said.

After me begging Madame Pomfry to let Harry come back to the his own dorm, she finally said yes.

We walked back to the common room and we sat down on the couches.

I was seated next to Harry and I was kind of hanging off of him, until Fred and George came up behind me and scared me.

I fell off of the couch. My side burned and I whimpered.

Fred and George came around looking very guilty.

Harry tried to help me up but Hermione told him to sit back down.

George picked me up and placed me back on the couch.

Soon after, I went back up to my dorm where Ginny was with Hermione, who was bunking out with us for the Christmas holidays.

I awoke on Christmas morning to find presents at the foot of my bed.

I then realised, for the first time, I was up before Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger.

I decided to play a prank on them because, why not?

What!? Fred and George have rubbed off on me.

I placed a silencing charm on the door so I wouldn't wake anyone else up.

I let out a shrill scream that made Hermione and Ginny bolt upright.

When Ginny realised it was me who woke her she glared at me.

"Bloody hell Christella!" Ginny shouted.

"Careful now, you're starting to sound like Ron." I smirked evilly.

Hermione threw a pillow at me, but I used a spell to make it hit her back.

"Presents!" I announced, so I didn't get anymore pillows thrown at me.

I got a charm bracelet with the letters C, L, and P, my initials on it from Harry, a photo of Draco Malfoy's hair after Fred, George and I pranked him from Fred and George, a charm that was a book from Hermione to go on my charm bracelet and a lion charm from Ginny.

I think they teamed up to get me that charm bracelet and the charms.

From Mr and Mrs Weasley I got a Weasley jumper that was blue with a silver 'C' and some of Mrs Weasley's famous fudge.

I immediately wrote her a letter back when I realised two more presents on the end of my bed.

The first one was a bag (or 6) of sugar quills, from Tonks.

I wrote her a letter too before opening the last one.

It was enclosed in a silver box.

I opened the box to find a shiny silver necklace.

It said Lily.

I guessed it was my mother's as it said her name.

There was no note with it, and Hermione told me not to put it on.

When I asked why, she said; "It might be from Sirius Black. There was no note."

Hermione placed it in her pocket and said she would take it to Professor McGonagall later.

After I thanked the girls for my presents, and send Midnight off with Tonks and Mrs Weasley's letters, we went downstairs to greet the boys good morning.

"Merry Christmas!" I chirped to Fred, George, Ron and Harry in a the common room.

"Harry got a Firebolt!" Ron announced.

"And I see Crystal got the famous Weasley sweater!" Fred and George said.

I nodded. "It's so comfy, and warm."

Hermione looked uneasy.

Harry, you should give McGonagall the broom so she can make sure it's not cursed. It might be from Sirius Black." Hermione said.

"No way! It's not jinxed! I'm sure of it!" Harry said, glaring at Hermione.

"She's right Harry." I say, a bored tone evident in my voice.

Fred got up and said he was going to get something, so I sat on George's lap.

Moments later, Fred returned with a caldron with our newly made glitter paint.

Now, I already saw this coming and I blocked it with a flick of my wrist, making the paint thrust back at Fred.

"Nice Crystal!" Ginny yelled.

I smirked at the now pink and glittery boy.

"You can't prank me Freddie. Especially with my own prank." The smirk never left my face.

Fred went storming upstairs to wash the paint off.

I high fived George, we were all laughing.

It was one of those moments we will remember when we're 80 years old in our rocking chairs.