Harry Potters Twin Book Three

New Broom ~not edited~

Look, I wrote the longest and most detailed chapter ever just a while ago and I was sooo proud of it, and I usually am not all happy with the way I write. Unfortunatly, something happened and my laptop shut down. I do not like to rewrite stuff, but I really want to upload for you guys that encurouged me to. This might not be good, but at last I uploaded.

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Thought the trip to Hagrids was not at all fun, it didn have the desired affect from Ron, Hermione and I. Harry couldn't dwell on revenge for Black if he wanted Hagrid to win his case against the Comittee of the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. Harry, Ron, Hermione and I went down to the liabrary the next day and went back to the common room loaded with books that might help prepar the defense for Buckbeak. The four of us sat in front of the roaring fire, slowly turning the dusty pages of volumes of famous marauding beasts, speaking occasionally when we came across something relavent.

"Here's something... There was a case in 1722... but the Hippogriff was covicted - ugh," I wrinkled my nose at the very detailed picture. "Thats disgusting."

"This might help, look - a manticore salvaged someone in 1296, and they left the manticore off - oh - no, that was only because everyone was too scared to go near it." I snorted at Hermione's expression when she said that.

Meanwhile, in the rest of the castle, the magnificent Christmas decorations had been put up, despite the fact that hardly any of the students were here to enjoy them. Thick streamers of holly and mistletoe were strung around the corridors (Hermione and Ron had awkwardly found themselves beneath a mistletoe, me and Harry laughed our heads off at their horrified expressions), mysterious lights were found in suits of armor, and the Great Hall was filld with its usual twelve Christams trees, glittering with golden stars. A powerful and wonderful smell of cooking pervaded the corridors, and by Christmas Eve, even Scabbers had poked his nose out of the shelter of Ron's pocket to sniff the air hopefully.

When I brought Snuffles the food from House Elves his tail wagged so feircely I felt warm inside. I loved to be appreciated, even from a dog. I had told Snuffles about only cheerful stuff that time, not wanting to ruin his Christmas cheer and it seemed to work, because soon we were both singing Christmas carols. I found this strang because h was a stray dog - how did he know Christmas songs?

On Christmas morning, I was awoken by Hermione pushing me out of bed rouphly. She complained about me beng harder and harder to wake up and that I should really be sleeping more and not staying up so late.  brushed it off.

"Wake up! Presents!"

I squinted to the semi-darkness to the foot of my bed, where a small pile of presents lay. Hermione hadn't opened hers yet, so she can wait for me to open them with her. We lay our presents between eachother and opened wrinkled packages.

Hermione pulled out a pure white knitted sweater with a scarlet H on it.

"You have a Weasley Sweater!" I laughed. "Its cute."

Hermione choked up, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I never knew Mrs. Weasley cared."

"Ron talks about you alot," I said, smirking. "He says your a genious."

"r-really?" Hermione looked flushed but pleased as she opened the rest of hr prsents.

I had a Weasly Sweater also. It was navy blue with a white cat on it (I think she was reprsenting Unicorn) and, as usual, I felt warm inside. Mrs. Weasley always knew how to make me feel part of the family. I also got home-made mince pies, some Christmas cake, and a box of nut brittle. I gave those to Hermione - I hate nut brittle. As I moved all these things inside I found a long, thin package lying underneath.

"What's that?" Hermione asked, looking over, a box of suger-free chocolates in her hand.

"I think I know..." I murmered, grinning.

I ripped the parcel open and laughed gleefully as a magnificent, gleaming broomstick rolled out of the wrappings and onto the thick rug floor between me and Hermione. Hermione dropped her box and leaned foreward to get a closer look.

"What kind is it? Is it a really good broom?" Hermione asked in awe.

"What kind is it?" I repeated her words in shock, I shook my head at her in disbalief. "Its a firebolt, Hermione! Only the best broom ever made! It looks just like the one I seen at Diagon Alley!"

Its handle glittered as I picked it up. I could feel it vibrating and I let go; it hung in midair, unsupported, at exactly the right hight for me to mount it. My eyes roamed from the golden registration number from the handle to the perfectly smooth birch twigs that made up the tail.

"Who sent it to you?" Hermione asked, stroking the broom in wonder.

I checked in the Firebolts wrappings to see if there was a card.

"Nothing! Who'd spend this much on me?" I asked more to myself then Hermione. Certainly not the Dursleys.

Hermione jumped back from the broom as though it had burned her. I looked at her weirdly. She blushed but kept a defiant expression. "There's no card?" Are you sure?"

"Yes, Hermione, I'm sure," I said slowly. "Whats wrong with you?"

"Well, its just..." Hermione shook her head at the broom, glowering at it. "Who would get you a broom and not tell you that they were the one's who got it for you?"

I shrugged. "Dumbledore didn't tell Harry and I about the Invisability Cloak, we guessed. Probably its the same thing."

"No, that was yours," Hermione said. "He didn't waste money - this on the other hand..."

I shook my head at her. "Hermione, I know your intentions are well but you need to loosen up. Stop being such a pessemist. Look on the bright side! Now I don't need to order a broom - and imagine the look on the Slytherin's faces when they see that the Gryffindore team has a Firebolt! A realy Firebolt..."

Hermione opened her mouth to snap me out of my reverie but Crookshanks came purring over to her, catching her attention emmidiatly.

"Oh, Crookshanks!" Hermione said, taking out a string of tinsel. "Look what Mum got you! Isn't it pretty?"

Crookshanks hissed at the tinsel and made a run for it, but Hermione grabbed him around the middle and forced the tinsle on him. Crookshanks' face cuntorted in grunpiniess.

"Wow, Hermione," I said, shaking my head at her. "At least my cat has class."

Hermione snorted as Unicorn came strutting over to us. He had on a red sweater and hat, similar to Santa's and little black boots on her paws.

"Come on, lets go to Ron and Harry," I said, glad the conversation travelled away from my new broom.

"Nixie!" Hermione called after me as I was about to leave the common room. "You might want to do your hair - you have bedhead."

I touched my dark red hair and it was all in differant angles; untidy.

I did a u-turn into the bathroom and combed out my hair with diffuclty. It was as though someone put a stick charm on it. After a few minutes of sturggling my red waves fell down to my shoulders, though I looked like a clown. My dark red hair and the nevy blue sweater looked so rediculous, even I wanted to laugh at myself. I morphed it into bright neon blue curls that fell just above my waist and my eyes a misty grey. When I left the bathroom Hermione smirked at me.

"You always pick the most interesting colors, Nixie" she shook her head at me.

I smiled cheekily at her and scooped up Unicorn, marching out of the dorm with my Weasley sweater and my polka dot pajama pants.

Not long at all but, like I said, my original chapter disapeared and that one took forever to write, but I want to upload today so... here you go. I hope you liked it, I'm terribly sorry if you didn't, but I guess I understand. I feel like crying right now... all my hard work! Gone!