Chapter 11 I follow creepy midget Al up into the nearest stands, the ancient steps creak under my feet as I tip toe after him. "Rose," Al hisses "Quiet!" I roll my eyes in Als direction, but not wanting someone to find him arguing with a disembodied voice, I keep my mouth shut. Finally reaching the top of the tower, I plunk down on a bench grasping my cramping side and panting from the long track up here. My unmanageable hair sticks to my head with sweat. Couldn't they have made this bloody cloak breathable? I'm sweating to death in here. I glance around the stand and only one other person is here. A goth looking girl with a muggle contraption they call headphones stuck in her ears. Al sits beside me his eyes focused on the starting practice, he seems unfazed, even in his midget body, by the long stair expedition. Yes, I called it an expedition…because for me, it was. I'm. Exhausted. My brain is fried from school today, okay so Professor Lovegood assigned us an essay on WRACKSPURTS'… does anyone even know what that is?Physically I'm pooped from that horrendous staircase… so yes, I am exhausted. Eventually I start to slip into my own little world… My brain flips through memories and thoughts like channels on a muggle telly. Then one suddenly catches my eye…
Chapter 12 I remember the day perfectly, the smells, the sounds, everything. It was mid-morning and I had taken a walk in the overgrown field behind my house. My family had moved into that home only months before. It was, in fact, built right alongside the Potter residence. Overall the entire Weasley clan hadn't moved far from their childhood home. We were sprinkled along the outskirts of a muggle town. The field was full of skinny deer paths, thickens of bramble bushes, and littered with huge old hickory trees. At the time I was probably about six years old. That morning I hadn't bothered to tell Mummy where I was going. I wasn't going to risk waking her and Daddy up so early, it was quite dangerous. I had chosen one of the many deer paths. I skipped along it, admiring every little flowerbed and investigating the tiny animal tracks. The grasses were high above my head, huge clumps of seeds on their tops waved a slight hello as I brushed past the skinny trail. After a while of walking grasses opened up to reveal a small clearing, with an old twisted hickory tree as it's center, little dots of green sprinkled the ends of the branches the sign of a gusty spring turning into a scorching summer. I circled the tree, gazing up at it's majestic beauty. A bed of moss covered one side of the trunk. It was almost as of nature had created it's own easy chair. I had sat down and leaned my head against the rough bark, closing my eyes in the peaceful bliss of it all. A slight breeze ruffled my unruly hair, the scent of earth perked my senses. Then, breaking the silence, a twig snapped. My eyes flew open and I was on my feet in seconds. "Who goes there?" I yelled… silence. Seconds passed, then minutes. Maybe just a passing animal, I thought. Then not five feet from where I was standing, a good sized rock hit the ground, causing me once again to start. "Who are you?" I questioned warily, my voice slightly shaking. At the sound of footsteps, I whirled around… and yet again nothing. "Where are you?" I whispered. If only I was older, if only I had a wand, if only someone had come with me, if only… The sound of dry grasses being pushed aside came from here, there, it seemed like everywhere. Then silence…
Chapter 12 (continued) "I'm right here," said a vaguely familiar voice from behind me. I turned, running straight into a wall of nothingness, sending me to the ground. I screamed, my fear was realized. I was not alone... Laughter filled the air. I looked over from my place on the ground and there was Al. Well, parts of him, lying on the ground. Laughing. "Albus Severus Potter!" I yelled. He was such a git sometimes. "I'm," laughter, "Sorry," laughter, "Rose," more laughter, "couldn't help myself." "Al, what's that?" I pointed my eyebrows furrowed, my foot tapping angerily on the ground. "This?" He questioned holding up the myseterious invisible thing, I nodded. "It's my Dad's invisiblity cloak," He explained. "And what in Merlin's name are you doing with it?" I asked, I had never actually seen the cloak, but I had heard plenty of interesting stories about it from Mummy and Daddy and Uncle Harry. "I foun it in the Attic, I was fooling around with it then I saw you run into the field, and decided to have some fun." He shrugged, as if it was no big deal that he almost scared the pants off me. "Well you better take it back." I said authoritatively, Uncle Harry wouldn't like it if he found out Al was messing with one of his possessions. "You're right, come on, I'll race you," He grinned and we took off, one behind the other. The sun rose over the hills and it was bliss... Almost.