Harry Potter and Crefuha's end

Harry looked in their general direction, and noticed George's arm and leg were splinted, and he needed help from his mother and brother to limp over to them.

"Holy cricket," shrieked Hermione looking at him. "What's happened to you?!"

"Exactly what I was wondering!" said Harry. Mrs. Weasley shook and buried her head in her hand, and waved the other impatiently at George.

"Go ahead," she said, not looking up, "go ahead and tell them."

A great smile broadened on Fred and George's faces, and they both broke into a full-fledged story.

"Well, me and Fred were in our room--"

"Making the usual--"

"Dung bombs--"

"Bile ropes--"

"Please, dears," wheezed Mrs. Weasley, "Just get on with it. The train leaves in ten minutes." The boys nodded.

"And we were making fake wands, you know--"

"And the cauldron exploded--"

"Pewter and wood and rubber pieces of chicken everywhere--"

"And something in the mess was hard, reckon a pewter piece, and whatever it was, it hit me arm and made a crack...then I fell over summit on the floor, as well...and I heard another crack."

"I went over to him and checked if he was all right, then I carried him downstairs. Mind, you need to lose some pounds, there, George!"

"Fred! PLEASE!" dragged Mrs. Weasley.

"Sorry... but then we went all the way to Hogwarts just to see Pomfrey..."

They paused. "AND?" Urged on Hermione and Harry.

"She couldn't fix it!" raged Ron, joining in on the story. "She said the bones were too badly injured for magic, said if she'd tried, they'd just break again and wouldn't be mendable at all! Said that it was best for them to mend naturally."

"NATURALLY!?" yelled Harry, alarmed at his own self, but continued, "BUT THAT WILL TAKE AT LEAST 2 YEARS! THIS IS YOUR LAST YEAR AT HOGWARTS! WHAT ABOUT QUIDDITCH?" George shook his head, and gave a small chuckle.

"They've already found someone to fill in for me. Some new student named Tabbi Webb. She's a fifth year, and she's gunna be sorted with the first years tonight. Apparently, her parents were blocking her letters VERY VERY well, better then your uncle, Harry...She's from America...dunno how they're going to get all the stuff she has missed in her head--'' Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other...they knew a way... the time turner Hermione had used in 3rd year--"but apparently, she's a very good flyer, and a very 'violent' girl when she gets ...er... 'angered'. It took me a while, but when I saw her and talked to her in person, I agreed. She's as skinny as a post, light, but STRONG...ah, here she is."

Sure enough, a very thin (healthy, though) and, by Harry's standards, pretty girl walked to the group. She was about as tall as Harry, and Hermione and Ginny were now the shortest. She looked at George.

"Hey there, George."

"Hullo, Tabbi," said George. "Need help onto the train?" Tabbi laughed.

"No, I think I can handle it. Besides, you are hurt, right?" She smiled at Harry as she walked pass him onto the train. Harry looked after her as she boarded and was out of sight.

"Best be getting on the train, now dears," said Mrs. Weasley, making shooing movements with her hands as they all boarded. "Be on your BEST behaviour this year, will you boys?" She called after them as she walked away. "See you at the end of term!" The train sped away.

There was a knock upon Harry, Ron, and Hermione's compartment door. Harry quickly got up from there game of exploding snap and opened the door. Tabbi was there. "Oh, hey! Um... do you mind if I sit here with you guys? Because...yeah...nobody else would let me sit with them."

"Sure--'' began Harry, but he was interrupted by Hermione, who quickly stood up.

"Harry, don't!" Hermione whispered to him, then looked at Tabbi. "Go sit with George."

"Oh... I would, but they are full..."

"I'm sure they have room...for you at least."

"Hermione!" Ron whispered, alarmed. "Just let her sit here!" Hermione looked reluctant but sat back down next to Ron. Harry led Tabbi over to the other side of the compartment and they sat.

"Wow!" Tabbi began, looking every which way as Ron put exploding snap away, "This train is...so cool!" Harry was confused.

"What's so different about it?"

"Nothing really...It's just the trains in America aren't all colorful and big and roomy like this." Harry smiled. He forgot she was from America.

"What's it like there?" He said handing her a chocolate frog.

"Definitely not as beautiful as England," she looked at the chocolate frog. "Right...what's this?" "A chocolate frog," mumbled Ron, his mouth full of Pumpkin Pasty.

"Oh..." she opened the box, and the frog jumped right into her mouth. She choked a bit, but then quickly chewed and swallowed it. "Ooooh, that is good! Ah, dammit...stupid braces."

"What? You've got braces?" said Ron, swallowing his pasty. "George didn't say anything about that!" he gaped at her mouth. She smiled broadly for him and Harry to see. Hermione was looking out the window mumbling something to herself.

"Really," Tabbi said, picking up another frog, ignoring the cards inside. "They ain't that interesting. A pain in the ass, to tell the truth." Just then Hermione jolted up and started breathing very heavily.

"HARRY!" she yelled, storming to the door, "Please stop IGNORING me!!" Harry looked bewildered.

"What are you on about, Hermione?"

"She hates me! She thinks she's better then me!"

"What--?"

"Tabbi...whatever her name is...you're only talking to her and not me! WHAT ABOUT ME!?"

Tabbi was just sitting quietly, staring at Hermione as if she was insane, and even Harry and Ron were beginning to think she was. But before Harry could say anything more, Hermione screamed and stormed out of the Compartment.

"What was that all about?" said Tabbi, finally noticing the famous Witches and Wizards cards and examining them.

"Dunno," said Harry, staring at the compartment door. Only moments later, footsteps were heard, and in came Harry's least favorite person... Draco Malfoy. But, someone was behind him grasping his arm.

"Hermione?" said Ron, dropping his BertieBott's. "What are you doing with that parasite?" Ron, Harry, and very slowly, Tabbi, stood up. A very deep smirk slapped across Malfoy's face.

"Hermiones' come to me...and we are together now." ...What? Had Malfoy gone mad?

"Right. You expect us to believe that. Probably put a love potion on her," said Tabbi.

"Well," started Draco, grasping Hermione even tighter, "I was coming down this way to catch a glimpse of the new Gryffindor beater...clearly a horrible choice, just as Hermione told me..." Tabbi was furious, she simply glared at Draco...who smirked back at her. That did it. She flung herself at Malfoy, but Ron and Harry held her back. "... and she said Harry had dumped her.."

"Dumped her?! We were never dating!" said Harry truthfully. Hermione burst into tears. Fake tears, that is.

"See, Draco? See how he shuns me out of his life? He won't even ADMIT we were dating!" She wailed louder and buried her face into Draco's robes, clearly enjoying herself.

"I know, sweetie, I know. That's why I'm here to teach Potter his lesson..." he said, grinning Malevolently at Harry as he reached for his wand. Harry's wand was in his trunk, with his robes, he was defenseless. Malfoy raised the wand at Harry's face--"VERDIMILLIO--'' he was stopped abruptly... Tabby had wacked the wand out of his hand and smacked his chest with her Beaters' club. Apparently, she was not at all a horrible choice for the replacement of the Gryffindor Beater.

"TAKE THAT!" Tabbi yelled, raising the club for another blow, but Ron had stopped her before she could, laughing hysterically. Malfoy and Hermione had left, Draco choking in pain. Ron gaped at Tabbi with a mixture of astonishment, and utter magnificence.

"YOU definitely qualify as our new friend, Tabbi!" Tabbi took a deep breath, straitened herself, put away her club, and looked at the two boys.

"Yeah...um...you guys? Uh, what are your names?"

Harry realized they haven't even been properly introduced.

"I'm Harry Potter."

"And I'm Ron Weasley."

Tabbi looked at Harry for a long moment, then said, "hi. I'm Tabbi Webb. We should probably get changed into...these...these...robe thingys..." Harry laughed. He closed the compartment door and all three of them pulled their robes over their clothes.

"Good riddance," said Ron, his ears slightly pink, as the train was pulling into the station at Hogwarts. Harry and Tabbi looked at him. "I was getting so sick of that chick. Ms. Granger this, Ms. Granger that! Finally, she's out of our way!"

"How long did you guys have to put up with her?" said Tabbi, riding along with them in their carriages. Harry sighed.

"Four years, glad to be rid of her...finally.."

"I didn't like her the first time I saw her. She was shorter than me, and back in my old...uh...muggle...school, I was the shortest in my grade. I want everyone shorter than me to go through what I went through..."Ron and Harry laughed.

"What?" She said as they walked through the great oak doors.

"You are perfect Beater material!" They both said together.

They made their way through the entrance hall, Tabbi gaping at various objects, and barely made it to the Great Hall doors, when Professor McGonagall stopped them.

"Good evening, Potter... Weasley. And this must be Webb? Please come with me. Potter, Weasley, you may go inside." She looked at their faces. "Oh, don't worry, you're not in trouble! You've just got to be sorted into your house." Tabbi sighed in relief, and waved as Harry and Ron went inside. The last of the other students were exiting into the hall, and then...a huge man, almost twice the size of McGonagall, came walking up to them with a whole swarm of what must be first years walking behind him. The man left with a mumbled "G' bye!" and walked through to the Great Hall.

"Welcome to Hogwarts! Now, we are going to walk through these doors, and you will sit with your classmates...but first, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Slyther--'' started McGonagall, but Tabbi interrupted.

"Um...excuse me... but I think I've already been sorted... I came here over the summer, and I met George.. I'm the new Gryffindor Beater." McGonagall raised her eyebrow, but smiled.

"I see," she said, "I see...well, no harm in being sorted again just to be safe, is there?" Tabbi nodded, and they walked quietly (not really) into the Great Hall. Tabbi looked up to see the ceiling looked like the evening sky. McGonagall spoke, "It's not really the sky, dear," she said as she went up and onto the landing. "It's just been enchanted." Tabbi nodded as McGonagall brought a short stool and placed it in the middle of the landing. Then, she pulled a hat out and placed it on the stool. It looked as though the hat had a slit for a mouth...and it did...it started to sing.

"OOOOOOOh, welcome back to Hogwarts, so glad to see you here! I'm sure you'll like to hear that we have planned a lot this year! So all you new students, and you old as well, listen to my song, I've got a story to tell!"

He went ooon and oooooon and oooooon, but Tabbi wasn't listening...she was staring at Harry. She couldn't help but notice that he was very good-looking, with his jet-black hair and mystical green eyes. But then the hat finished his song, and Tabbi tore her eyes away from him with some difficulty. McGonagall had pulled out a long piece of parchment and began calling off names.

"Liolel, Mechi!" a small brunette girl walked shakily up to the hat and McGonagall had placed the hat on her head, which was mumbling quietly, probably so only Liolel could hear. Then, out of nowhere, the hat yelled,

"RAVENCLAW!" a series of cheers and pounds at the table of Ravenclaw let out as the girl walked happily over. Harry was looking at Tabbi. He also could not help but notice how good-looking she was...with her blonde highlighted hair and light faded blue eyes...but he then turned to George.

"Hey George? Wasn't Tabbi sorted over the summer? Why is she up there, then?"

"Probably McGonagall wants to make everything perfect. Don't worry though, she'll still be in Gryffindor."

She better be, thought Harry.

McGonagall had reached the end of the list.

"Tabbi Webb!" a series of whispers issued everywhere as the fifth year student sat and had the hat placed on her.

"Why on earth is she being sorted?"

"That name sounds strangely familiar..."

"Ah hah," said a distant voice in the back of Tabbi's head. "You again, I see. Yes, McGonagall is like this...always making sure everything is in order. You seem to desperately want to be held in Gryffindor? Yes...you would fit good in that station...especially because...well nonetheless, I still stick with my decision--GRYFFINDOR!" Tabbi smiled widely, stood and walked over to sit next to Harry, who was looking VERY happy about being a Gryffindor; he was cheering among the loudest of the rest. Dumbledore stood up.

"Now, before we make pigs of ourselves, I would like to say a few things," McGonagall sat down.

"Cowpoo! Mug of life! Jabberjaw!" He sat back down. "Thank you!" The Great Hall cheered as the golden plates filled magically with magnificent food. Tabbi looked at Dumbledore strangely, about the same look Harry had given him in his first year, after he had recited "Nitwit! Blubber! Odment! Tweak!". But she soon forgot the matter and began stuffing herself.

"Hungry, are you?" said Ron to Tabbi with his mouth full of chicken.

"You should talk!" called back Tabbi, laughing slightly.

When they had finished, and the gold plates had wiped clean of their third serving of dessert, Dumbledore stood once again.

"Before we go to bed, I've had Mr. Filch, and Hagrid, remind me to remind you to remind yourselves, that 5th floor is strictly OFF-LIMITS, to all who wish to remain sane, not to mention stay in this school. There is something up there..." he pointed at a few students, with a strange look on his face, but then continued. "Around the middle of term, we will have a different school, White Mare Academy, view one of our Quidditch matches. Nighty night!"

The whole Hall filed out rather quickly, although Harry, Ron and Tabbi went very slowly--Tabbi was fascinated with the moving pictures. But finally, (in about 30 minutes) they reached the fat lady.

"Password?"

"Aniron," said Harry. Tabbi gasped. "Hey! I know that word! It means 'I desire' in elvish!"

Harry and Ron looked at her awkwardly, but then the porthole opened. The three of them walked in, Tabbi's mouth wide open. The common room was huge. The babble suddenly stopped as Tabbi showed herself, and whispers broke out again.

"Who is she?"

"Why was she sorted?"

"She looks awfully familiar..."

"Have you seen George?" But just then George came and explained the whole thing to them. They all cooed a giant "Oooooooooooooh," and left Harry, Tabbi, and Ron to discuss their schedules.

"Defense against the dark arts..."

"Wonder who they'll have this year?" They had truly had enough teachers for that subject. Harry's first year at Hogwarts, their teacher had been Voldemort's servant. (You all should know who Voldemort is...) His second year, he had been a brainless git who took other peoples' victories and wrote them in his books claiming HE'D done them. Third year, by far their best teacher, was a werewolf, and just last year, was a convicted follower of Voldemort who took the form of Alastor Moody, the old Auror. Who would they have this year, indeed?

"Divination," Tabbi said, Harry and Ron tutted. "That bad, huh?" They nodded, and Tabbi continued. "Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Astronomy, Herbology...and Potions." They tutted again. "What?"

"Snape, the Potions master--he's horrible!" said Ron, Harry nodding frantically.

"Why?"

"You'll see tomorrow," said Harry as he stretched. "I'm going to bed, Tabbi, the girls'

dormitories are up that way. G' night...do watch out for Hermione." He and Ron walked up to their four-posters. Tabbi looked on as Harry walked out of sight...she had a sort of longing in her heart.

Harry woke early that morning, it had been storming all night. The thunder must've woken him, and he tried to drift back to sleep for the rest of the wee hours of morning, but soon gave up and went down to the common room. He found Tabbi sitting on the throw rug by the fire.

"Tabbi?" said Harry. Tabbi looked around the common room, saw Harry, and jumped.

"Oh, hey Harry," sighed Tabbi in relief as Harry sat beside her on the rug. Crookshanks was also enjoying the flames. "You scared the crap outta me." Harry raised his eyebrow at this, "American saying," said Tabbi, noticing Harry's expression. "Who's cat is this?"

"Hermione's."

"Poor kitty!" exclaimed Tabbi, hugging Crookshanks and picking him up, "he has to live with her!?"

"Well," said Harry, "not really... he kind of goes were he pleases...."

"How long 'till class?"

"At least three hours," said Harry yawning, "how long have you been up?"

"I never went to the dorms," Harry looked shocked.

"You're not tired?!"

"Not really. Plus...this is all so strange to me. These beds? It's so weird...when I was 14, I was with my friend Kim at my house. We were out in some woods by my house, and this HUGE storm--bigger than this one--was brewing above us. I was like, 'Watch, the second I get in it'll start pouring,' and it did. So Kim let something slip. She was all like 'That's obvious because of your powers.' I thought she was just joking around, ya know? But then the storm got REALLY bad so she couldn't go home. And we were playing with an ancient Ouiji board, you know what those are? But yeah, then I asked it if I was really magic like Kim said, and it said yes...Ouiji boards never lie. I asked if I was a famous witch...and if someone was after me. Because I always thought it would be cool to be famous," Harry tutted.

"Yeah, right."

Tabbi smiled. George told her Harry was famous...she'd just forgotten...she had a very short memory span. But she continued, "It said I was famous." Harry stopped her.

"Well, what's your whole name?"

"Tabitha Stefanie Webb," said Tabbi simply. Harry gaped at her. "What?"

" I THOUGHT your name sounded familiar!! You ARE famous! Just like me! You are the one who defeated Crefuha!" Tabbi gulped.

"That's who the Ouiji board said was after me... but I thought it was just stupid crapola that Kim had made up...then two months before my 15th birthday, my cat Erica escaped-and on my Birthday, she came back with the Hogwarts letter explaining how my parents weren't really my parents...and my sister and brother weren't really them...and how I was a witch. And then Dumbledore came on a big motorcycle and brought me to Hogwarts over the summer, and I met George. And now I'm a beater..." Harry was still gaping at her. "Who--who is Crefuha?"

"Voldemort's sister. She wanted to help him, but he didn't want her help. So he put a powerful memory charm on her and locked her in your mum's house in Minnesota. Your sister--"

"She isn't my sis and she isn't my mom..."

"Right... but she claimed that she saw a man walk through your house, and YOU said your heard them at 2:45 in the morning? Well, THAT wasn't a man--it was Crefuha. She was fighting the Memory charm. When you were 2, she killed your REAL parents, and tried to kill you, after she found out what Voldemort had done, she wanted to impress him. So she tried to kill you..."

"Why me?"

"She felt a strong magical force from your house...but anyway, you had done the same thing...you reflected the Avada Kedavra curse and turned her into half-human, and that's when Voldemort trapped her in your house." Now Tabbi was the one gaping at Harry. "See I'll show you...we still have 2 and 1/2 hours...I will show you! We'll use the invisibility cloak!!"

"No--Harry, wait--how do you know all this?" said Tabbi as Harry dragged her to his dorm.

"It was in a book I read once...come on!" He dragged her up and down the stairs and Tabbi looked at the cloak.

"In--invisibility?" asked Tabbi, touching it. It was a very thin and fine fabric.

"Yeah--watch--" he put on the cloak, and his body vanished in front of Tabbi's eyes. He removed it, placed it around the both of them (they were very close) and said, walking out of the common room, "pretty cool, huh?" Tabbi just nodded.

It seemed like hours before Harry stopped dragging Tabbi around corridors, through and out classrooms, when they finally came to a halt.

"Where are we, Harry?" Asked Tabbi as Harry pulled off the cloak. They were in what seemed a deserted classroom. She looked around the room and her eyes fell on a magnificent mirror.

"Shh! C'mere. I'd like to show you something." He covered her eyes, pulled her over to the mirror, and placed her smack dab in front of it. "Open your eyes. Tell me what you see."