The Forgotten Prophecy [Book 2]

XVII. Firebolt

        "Ellie! Ellie!" Hermione calls me. I bury myself under the covers, as I hear her come over to my bed. "Ellie, get up! It's Christmas! Harry and Ron are already up. Get up now, Ellie! Let's open the gifts!" She says eagerly. "I'll be over in a minute," I tell her, not moving from under the covers. "You better hurry," she says and heads out the door. I lay quietly in bed. Ah, if only I could sleep longer. I sigh and get out from under the covers. I grab my toothbrush and head towards the bathroom. I place some toothpaste on it and start brushing my teeth. I glance at the mirror in front of me and gasp. MY HAIR! My hands rush to my hair. The roots of my hair are platinum white. No, no, no. I run my hands through my hair, unable to believe my brown color is fading. I rush into the bedroom, looking for my hair dye vial. I quickly bring it into the bathroom and pour it over my hair. I wave my wand in a circle. The platinum white color fades, turning back into brown. I sigh in relief. I look at the empty hair dye vial. I need to get some more. I finish brushing my teeth and head to the boys' dormitories. 

"Who'd sent Harry something expensive as that?" Hermione asks I enter Harry and Ron's dorm room. "What did Harry get?" I ask, standing beside her as she holds Crookshanks in her arms. I gasp staring at the beautiful Firebolt in Harry's hand. "Blimey Harry! Who gave you that?" "No idea. There was no card.. Merry Christmas, by the way," Harry says. "Merry Christmas, Ellie!" Ron says happily. "Merry Christmas!" I say to them, as I keep my eyes on the Firebolt. "Harry, you have to let me ride it!" I beam. "Oy! No fair. I'm his best friend, I should get to ride it first," Ron says. "I don't think anyone should ride it just yet!" Hermione shouts. The three of us look at her. "What do you suppose Harry do with it then? Sweep the floor?" Ron asks her. I hold back my laugh. Before Hermione can answer, Crookshanks jumps out of her arms and springs right at Ron's pocket. "GET HIM OUT OF HERE!" Ron shouts as Crookshanks rips his pajamas. 

Scabbers leaps out of Ron's pocket and Crookshanks runs after him. Ron seizes Scabbers by his tail and tries to kick Crookshanks but misses, hitting his toe against a trunk instead. Ron howls in pain, grasping his toe. Hermione picks up Crookshanks. "You better take that cat out of here," Ron says furiously as he sits on Harry's bed, rubbing his toe. Hermione storms out of the room with Crookshanks. "Are you alright?" I ask Ron. "I'll live," he groans. I nod and head out of the room after Hermione. "He's so inconsiderate of Crookshanks' feelings. I can't believe he tried to kick him!" Hermione shouts as she enters our dorm room. "I'm sure he didn't--" "No, don't you try to defend him!" I nod, not trying to aggravate her. I glance over at Finn who points to Uncle Severus' gift. "Alright, I'll let you calm down.. I'll see you at lunch," I tell her. Finn hops onto my shoulder as I grab Uncle Severus's gift and head out the door. 

      The dungeons are empty. I knock at Uncle Severus' door. "Ah, I thought you forgot about me," Uncle Severus says as he lets me into his office. "I literally just got out of bed," I tell him as Finn greets Uncle Severus. "Mhm, if you say so," he says as he pours two cups of tea. "Anyways, I have something for you," I say, handing him his Christmas present. He raises an eyebrow as he takes the gift. "How do I know this isn't another one of your pranks?" "Do you not trust me?" His expression softens and he smiles. "I trust you with my whole life," he says. He rips off the wrapping and stares at the box of crystal vials. His hands traces over the engravement on the box. "So?" I ask him. He glances up at me, his eyes beaming in joy, but unable to say a word. "Did I leave Severus Snape speechless? That's a first," I say, laughing. He shakes his head and pulls me in for a hug. "I love it," he whispers to me. "I'm glad. You deserve good things," I tell him as he lets go of me. 

He takes another look at the crystal vials, smiling. "Oh, I almost forgot," he says, placing the vials on the table. Uncle Severus goes into a closet and pulls out a Firebolt. I gasp in shock. "I didn't get a chance to wrap it.. Figured there was no need to, since the shape would give away what it was," Uncle Severus explains. "IS THAT FOR ME?" I shout in joy. He walks up to me, holding the Firebolt. "It's for my daughter," he replies. I beam in joy, but then stop myself. "You don't have another daughter, right?" Uncle Severus laughs, shaking his head. "The only daughter I have is standing right in front of me." I leap towards Uncle Severus for a hug, knocking the Firebolt out of his hand. "Thank you! Thank you!" I say, hugging him tight. Uncle Severus laughs, patting me lightly.