The Forgotten Girl

Chapter Six: It only gets better

Chapter Six: It only gets better

Friday dawned a gloomy day. It was raining outside, and Alison had potions that morning. It was the second time this week she had potions, and the first time had been bad enough. Snape had all but ignored her as usual, but he was in a very bad temper, taking house points from Gryffindor every chance he got, even when Alison accidently dropped her knife.

Ginny threw her pillow at Alison to make sure she was up. Alison groaned in response and threw it back. She sat up in her bed. “Tell me my hair looks pretty.” she said with a light chuckle.

Ginny smiled, “It’s the most beautiful hair I have ever seen my whole life!”

Alison smiled, “You lie so convincingly.”

After breakfast, a small homework meltdown from Colin, and double Charms, Alison found herself in the dungeons with the man she hated most in the world. She was at a table with Ginny, Colin, and Samantha. They were brewing an aging potion today.

“Ali, what do I do now?” asked Colin leaning ever so slightly over. Colin was horrible at potions. So bad that it was almost pathetic. Alison started to whisper him instructions, this was a normal procedure in potions class, what wasn’t normal was getting caught.

“Miss Parker, ten points from Gryffindor.” said Snape from almost directly behind her, “And same for you Creevey.”

Alison scowled into her cauldron, “And how about you move up front Miss Parker, so as to keep you from helping others cheat.”

Snape glided back to his desk, pointing to the empty table right in front of it. Alison scowled again and packed up her things moving to the front of the classroom. She threw her bag down on the table and started to work on her potion again.

Snape sat at his desk, looking over what Alison assumed were their papers they had handed in earlier in the class. “You know,” he began in a harsh whisper, “you’d do so much better at everything if you stopped trying to help others.”  

“Right, I should just leave all the helpless alone and only worry about myself. Great life lessons dad.” she said the last word with as much venom as she could muster.

“You will refer to me as Professor or Sir.”

“Oh, now we don’t want people to know we’re related? Have an image to keep up do you?”

Alison had given up trying to push away the idea that this man was her father she decided instead she’d try her hardest to hurt him in any way possible. Next on her list was physical pain.

“Detention. Tomorrow. Six O’clock.” he said and left his desk to glide around the room again. Alison, still fuming, finished her potion and picked up her things in a temper. She left the dungeon as soon as the bell rang, leaving Ginny and Colin in the dust.

By five O’clock Alison was in somewhat of a better mood. She walked down to the Quidditch pitch with Fred and George, both of whom cheered her up quite easily with a few simple jokes. Alison had been on the Gryffindor quidditch team since her second year. She had spent hours practicing before tryouts to replace the chaser that had left the year before. Her hard work paid off when Oliver Wood happily gave her the spot, telling her she was one of the best he’d seen in a while.

In the changing room there was almost the same team from the first day she had started. But now there was no Oliver Wood and Harry was in detention. Alison slipped her quidditch robes on over her head.

“Alright team,” said Angelina coming out of the captain’s room, “let’s get started!”

She led them out onto the pitch where there was a huddle of students. Each was clutching a broomstick. And a few of them looked rather nervous, one even sick. There were no more than eight or nine of them. George let out a laugh from behind her, “Ali, look who’s trying out!” he whispered to her. Alison did a double take across the group of students and noticed the sick looking one to the back was in fact Ron.