Magical Beginnings (REWRITING)

Chapter 5

"Kris aim at the crow!" George shouted as he dodged many of her spells.

"Okay," Kris stopped her conjuring, "consort this stupid punishment."

"Kris calm down," Harry grabs her by the shoulders. "Point your wand at the crow, and tap thrice."

"Okay," she shrugs him off. "Vera Verto!"

The crow have out a squawk and then turned into a water goblet.

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed as she jumped up and hugged Harry. "I did it!"

They patted each other on the back and headed to the Great Hall for lunch.

"I am so proud Kris!" George exclaimed. "I've never taught anyone how to conjure a spell before-"

"You weren't the only one who taught her," Fred sighed with frustration.

After lunch, they headed back to the black lake so she can turn into a bird.

"Are you sure you don't want to turn Harry into a bird?" Fred laughed.

"I am not risking to do anything harmful to him," Kris admitted with a bit of blush appearing on her cheeks.

"You know the spell right?" George assured.

"Yup!" She shouted.

"Okay," George massaged his temples. "Go."

"Avifors!" She had the tip of her wand pointing at the top of her head.

She was now an ant compared to the guys. Ron was laughing as Harry joined in shortly afterwards.

"Avifors," she thought in her was as she grew to her normal human form.

"Excellent!" Harry congratulated as he hooked arms with her.

"why thank you," Kris basked in her improvements.

That night, Kris was alone in the girls quarters. No girls in Griffindor stayed for break, which was sort of lonely for Kris. As she slumbered, she felt her arm give off goosebumps. She opened her eyes and the hooded figure was tracing his hands up and down her arms while murmuring a spell or jinx.

"Ah!" she shrieked as the figure flinched it's head to lock its eyes on her.

It then turned into a blur and crashed out of the window. It was gone, the window let the cold air in.

"Kris!" George shouted from the other side of the door.

She heard them kick at the door until it gave out. They rushed over at her bed and held her in their arms. Fred put the back of his hand on her forehead and her neck.

"You're perspiring," Fred dabbed her with a cloth from her nightstand.

"What happened?!" George held her face.

"Something," she vaguely explained, "it was in front of me. It touched my arm, then I screamed. It turned into a dark cloud, it crashed through the window."

"It's okay," Fred assured as he fixed the window with a flick of his wand. "Reparo!"

The glass broken reversed and fixed itself into its normal window parts.

"Thank you," she thanked as she let her head fall onto George's shoulder.

"Remember," he pet the back of her head, "you are another younger sister."

As they were about to leave to head back to the boys quarters, Kris grabbed them by the arm.

"Stay?" She asked innocently.