Divination was my first lesson this fine day. Professor Trelawney was in a very happy mood. She knew it was my birthday the second I walked in the room, and she had a fit. Her eyes got wide and her mouth dropped open and she threw her hands in the air. "Joyous day!" She screamed. The whole class jumped at the sudden action. "We have a new of age witch in the room!" I blushed slightly at the attention of everyone turning towards me, the event of the Great Hall fresh in their mind. "How about a birthday prediction, hm?" I looked at her skeptically about to protest, not wanting a death prediction on my birthday. She noticed my suspiciousness and reassured me. "Only good ones, dear." She smiled. I shrugged. Fuck it. It's my seventeenth birthday! I deserve a good prediction. I hold out my hand and she takes it thoughtfully. She closes her eyes, and a smile breaks out on her lips. "In five days, you will hear news that you have dreamt about for many many months." She says. For months? I don't even know what I've been dreaming for, for that long except my Holyhead Harpies tryout, but that's in April, so it can't be that. I shrug it off so I can pay attention but my mind trails back to it. I just can't seem to figure it out. Right after Divination, I had Potions, and to my surprise, Snape actually smiled at me! It was very quick but definitely noticeable. My amazing friends and my prediction may have made my day very special, but Snape smiling, actually smiling made my whole week. I was headed to lunch after my morning lessons when a pair of hands grabbed me and another pair shoved a bag over my head, I opened my mouth to scream, but a hand clapped over my mouth, silencing me. I was dragged for about a minute when the bag was removed from my head and I faced the wall, my kidnappers nowhere in sight. I was in a closet. I rolled my eyes and stepped forward to leave, shaking my head at the pranksters, when my foot hit something hard and metal.
"Son of a bitch!" I screamed, holding my toe and jumping up and down. I heard a giggle from outside the closet. "Whose there?" I screamed in the same angry tone. I heard whoever it was running away, shaking my head again, turning my attention back to the metal thing I stubbed my toe on. It was a small canister. I picked it up, noticing the tag on the top. It didn't say who it was from, but it had a heart messily drawn on the tag. I take the top of the canister, a lemon scent hitting my nose immediately. The canister was full of lemon bars. My favourite food of all time. I don't get it very often since it's not a wizarding treat, and my food intake at the Dursely's is very limited, so I have to sneak these. But I've never told anyone about lemon bars before. Maybe it's from Harry? He's seen me sneak them before. But it would be weird if it was from him since it had a heart on the tag. It couldn't be from Harry. I shouldn't be. On the other side of the lid, is another note. Meet me in the Gryffindor common room, 9:15. Okay, definitely not from Harry. The rest of the day my mind was occupied by the lemon bar canister, that is until I totally forgot about it when I was studying in the library. I yawn and look at the clock on the wall, noticing it's 9:13. Shit. "Shit shit shit shit SHIT!" I scream, scrambling to pack my bag, ignoring Madam Pince's angry calls after me. I run to the common room, faster than I ever have. I burst in to look at the clock, 9:16. I put my hands on my hips proudly. "Damn girl!" I say out loud. I ran from the other side of the castle in 3 minutes, a usual 15-minute trip. My proudness took over, and I kicked up my foot, and yelled "WOO!" I didn't notice how dark the common room was until all the lights flicked on, and every single Gryffindor was in the room, including Draco and Luna Lovegood.
"Surprise!" Everyone screamed. Oh my God. I just high kicked in front of all my friends. I burst out laughing at myself, a few people joining in. The crowd split, Lee and the twins run through triumphantly, hands in the air.
"Did you do this?" I asked them, the biggest smile on my face.
"In fact we did, Miss Potter," George said, standing to my left. Fred to my right. The looked at each other. "Ready Fred?"
"Ready George," Fred responded.
"Ready wha-"
"Bottom up!" They both said, hoisting me in the air, plopping me on both of their shoulders. I screamed happily, almost falling backwards, but being caught by the strong hands of Lee. I laugh. He sits me back up on the twins.
"Thanks, Lee." I could be anymore happy at this moment. I hold onto the twins' heads for support, hunching over. They run around the room, people slapping me on the back happily. Even Harry was laughing, even with me being in the close prosperity of a boy. They drop me on the couch and clap their hands twice. I look at them confused, when about 6 waitresses burst through different corners of the room, holding trays of.. is that, champagne? Another muggle cuisine I thoroughly enjoy. Who would even know about this? The twins both take a glass, and Lee helps me up. The waitresses hand everyone a glass, and they all look at it funny.
"Now, you may all be wondering what the hell this is." Fred starts. Murmurs break through the common room in agreement. "Well, so are we." Everyone laughs. "It is a muggle drink, called champer, it bubbles. It's one of Holly's favourites." He looks at me and winks. How would he know that? The waitress gets to me and hands me the biggest honking glass I've ever seen. I let out an excited laugh, my excitement taking over my suspicion.
"Ready, everyone? On three?" George asks. The crowd nodding.
"Three." Lee counts. "Two, one!" Everyone takes a big swig from their glass, including me. The crowd lets out a satisfied noise.
"Well, that wasn't too bad, was it?" Fred asks. "Now, as you'll see, we have many muggle treats that our lovely waitresses carry. Some of Holly's favourites. Help yourself and have a good time!" I walk over to Fred and George.
"How the hell did you guys manage all this in less than a day?" I ask them astonished. George raises his eyebrows.
"I think Freddie better take over on this one," George says, finishing his glass and walking away. Fred smiles embarrassed.
"What?" I ask.
"Come here." He said, taking me over to the couch. "I didn't manage this in less than a day." He confesses.
"But you just found out it was my birthday, how in the hell-"
"I didn't just find out, Hchee. I've known since first year." My mouth drops open.
"How? And you didn't say anything."
"Because it was your biggest secret. And it was the end of the year, and we never celebrated your birthday, so I asked Harry that summer. I've been planning this party for about 2 months... Everyone's been keeping it a secret."
"Shut up Fred, no you didn't," I say in disbelief.
"Yes, I did. And Harry helped me figure out what muggle snacks you like the most." My heart melts.
"Oh, my Godric, Fred. I love you." I say. He turns red, and I enfold him in a big hug. Despite his actions, it hurts me a bit. When I said I love you to him, I meant it in more than a friend way. He wouldn't know that. And it hurts me because I know he did this because I'm his best friend, not because he loves me back.
"I love you too. And you're welcome." He says. I smile, swallowing my emotions, going to enjoy the party.
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A/N: another happy chapter! I now have an official publishing schedule. Every sunday! have a good sunday yall.
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Never Second Best
FanfictionHolly Potter was the older sister of Harry Potter. Voldemort never tried to kill her. He didn't even pose a threat to her. She presumes he doesn't even know she exists. Which also means, most of the wizarding world doesn't know who she is. Naturally...
