Chapter - 66 : Sibling Bonds and Pre-Game Pranks

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Daphne and Lily joined us for breakfast the next morning. They seemed happy to be out of the Hospital Wing. Both of them had already decked themselves out in silver and green for the opening game of the season, as had most of the house. I was only wearing a green and silver scarf, considering my brother played for the opposite team. I couldn't show too much support.

"I'm glad we get to see the game," Daphne grinned, bouncing in her seat.

"How are you feeling?" Parkinson asked.

"Good," Lily smiled, shoving a bite of cereal into her mouth. "Madam Pomfrey fixed us up in no time."

"And those jerks who came after us have detention with Snape for the next three days," Daphne said with a mean little smile, casting a glare in the direction of the only two people at Gryffindor table not looking quite so happy.

"Mail's here," Bulstrode grunted as the owls began to swoop in. As usual, Malfoy's eagle owl swooped in with a letter from his mother and a box of treats. Daphne and Lily both got letters.

"Potter, you've actually got mail," Parkinson said with a sneer. "That oaf again?"

I smirked as I plucked the letter from Artemisia's leg. I opened it up, grinning when I saw the heading. Spells for Practical Pranksters, it read, by Fred and George Weasley.

"Better," I said. "From the Weasley twins."

"The weasels?" Malfoy demanded incredulously. "What're they writing you for?"

"Never you mind, Dragonbreath," I replied airily, folding the letter up and sliding it into my pocket, making sure it was secure. "You'll find out soon, I expect."

"How soon?" Zabini asked curiously.

I cast a glance to the Gryffindor. "Oh, probably about four days from now, I imagine. Depending on how things go."

"How what things go?" Malfoy pressed.

"Never you mind," I repeated, smiling mysteriously. "If you'll excuse me, I have to go wish my brother luck."

As I stood up and headed for the Gryffindor table I heard Zabini mutter, "Was anyone else a little creeped out by how excited Potter looks this morning?"

I snorted into my scarf as I crept up behind Harry. I held a finger to my lips, warning them to be quiet. The Gryffindors around him looked mildly amused as they got the message, continuing their conversations like nothing was happening.

I swooped down on Harry, wrapping my arms around his neck and yanking him over so I could plant a big, wet kiss on his cheek. He yelped in surprise and then groaned when he realized it was me.

"Mwah!" I announced as I separated from him, planting myself backwards on the bench next to him.

"Morning Rena," he muttered, giving me an annoyed look. "Was that strictly necessary?"

I pretended to pout. "I come over here to wish my beloved brother good luck on his first Quidditch match – against my own house, may I add – and this is what I get. Well, I can see how much I mean to you."

"Yeah Harry," grinned George, who was sitting to his right and who I had squished up against to sit by my brother. "Be nice to your poor sister."

"See? George cares about me," I said, but Harry didn't smile. In fact, he looked vaguely ill. I noticed that his plate was completely bare, not even some crumbs to show that breakfast used to be there. I scowled at him. "Have you eaten anything?"

"He won't, we've tried," Hermione jumped in. I turned to stare at her, narrowing my eyes. I still wasn't terribly fond of her, considering my brother had risked his life for her.

"Harry, if you don't at least eat a piece of toast I will steal your glasses and hide them somewhere before the game," I threatened. "See how well you can find the Snitch then."

"I'll just steal yours," he countered. My hand moved towards the plate of toast.

"Let's keep it civil here kids," Fred said nervously. "We need him, Lorena."

"Right, we have the same prescription," I muttered bleakly. "That won't do. Fine, I'll steal your broomstick."

"Already down in the changing room."

"Curses! Alright, then I'll hex you from the stands if you fly close to me."

"And what purpose would that- mph!"

I shoved a piece of toast between his teeth. He glared at me reproachfully. I just smiled.

"Bite," I cooed. Harry bit. I tugged the toast away. "Chew and swallow, please." He chewed up the bite of toast and swallowed, still giving me that reproachful look. I almost felt a little bad, but he was sort of adorable when he pouted like that. Not that I'd ever tell him. "Good boy," I said, tossing the toast onto his plate and patting his head patronizingly. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Sometimes I don't like you," Harry muttered.

"I'm your sister, that's expected." I nodded in understanding. "Try and eat some more of that toast, would you?" I requested as I stood up. "Thank for the help," I added to Fred and George. They grinned and gave me simultaneous thumbs-up.

"You're very welcome!" they chorused.

I ventured back towards the Slytherin table and sat back down.

"That was disgusting," Daphne observed. I blinked at her.

"What?"

"You hand-feeding Potter," Malfoy sneered. "You're not his mother."

"Aw, you want me to feed you too, Malfoy?" I cooed. He scoffed. "He wasn't eating. I fixed that," I explained with a shrug. "All in a day's work."

"You looked awfully comfortable with those Gryffindors," Parkinson sneered. "Will you be cheering for them today?"

"Yes, can't you see my blatant Gryffindor pride?" I said slowly, lifting up one end of my green and silver scarf. I pulled off my glasses and offered them to her. "Here Parkinson, I think you need these more than I do."

Parkinson turned up her nose. "I'm going down to the pitch," she announced snootily, standing up. "Who's coming?"

Bulstrode, ever her eager follower, agreed to join her.

"Yeah, I'm ready too," Daphne said, dabbing her lips with a napkin.

"Shall we all go?" I asked Lily and Tracey.