Anne and Dumbledore

"His skull was fractured, that bastard McLaggen!"

George roared angrily from the stands at the Quidditch practice field.

It was already afternoon, and the practice field was packed again, though this time it was all Hufflepuff students.

Fred looked worried. "What are we going to do? How are we supposed to write to Mum and tell her?"

"Maybe we shouldn't tell her?" George patted his face, looking frightened.

"What did Madam Pomfrey say?" William asked.

"Madam Pomfrey said she could mend it quickly, but he'll have to spend a few nights in the Hospital Wing," George replied.

Madam Pomfrey was highly skilled. No matter how serious the illness, she could cure it quickly.

Cedric sat beside them. He was due to try out for the team shortly, so he was a little nervous.

He wasn't the only one. All the newcomers on the field were nervous. After all, there had just been an accident involving Gryffindor that morning.

Even the Gryffindor captain, Charlie Weasley, had suffered a fractured skull. It wasn't hard to imagine how dangerous the sport was!

"Don't be too nervous, mate," Fred reassured him. "You only need to show a quarter of what you can do to make the team."

"Yeah," George added. "Look at us. We made our house team easily, and you're a bit better than me."

William patted Cedric on the shoulder and smiled. "As long as you don't do what McLaggen did, you'll definitely be fine."

Cedric was still trembling.

Cho closed her book and gave him a radiant smile. "We all believe in you, Cedric."

Cedric suddenly jumped to his feet, as excited as if he'd been dosed with some miraculous Indian medicine.

"Cho, thanks for encouraging me. I feel much better now. Thanks to you, or I wouldn't have known what to do. I'll definitely make the team!"

William: "..."

The twins: "..."

How did that saying go? Simps never get the house!

An owl flew into the Quidditch practice field.

Soon, a second owl flew over too.

They were William's owls.

Drogon landed beside William, turned his big yellow eyes around, and hooted affectionately.

Drogon was always happy when Bobocha wasn't around, and he began pestering William for food.

The owl named Milia landed not far from William, but she was a little disappointed not to see Bobocha.

She was quite fond of the cat.

George stroked Drogon's head. He knew the owl well. During the summer holidays, William had sent Drogon to deliver letters to the Burrow.

"Didn't you leave Drogon at home?" he asked, puzzled.

William pulled a few dried fish from his pocket and offered them to the owl. He nodded. "That's right, so he flew here from home to deliver a letter."

Fred looked surprised. "Where's the letter, then?"

He couldn't see an envelope on Drogon, and the owl had no other pockets... Had he dropped it on the way?

When Milia saw William give Drogon dried fish but none to her, she hooted angrily twice, flapped her wings a few times, and lay down on the ground, pretending her leg was lame.

She propped herself up on her wings and glanced around before finally looking pitifully at Cho.

With tears in her eyes, Cho searched all her pockets and gave every snack she had to the poor owl.

The girl then urged Cedric and the others to hand over all their snacks.

Drogon looked at the few dried fish in front of him, then glanced at the little mountain of snacks in front of Milia. He was completely baffled.

Apparently won over by Milia's begging skills, he lay down too.

Cho: "..."

Having been tricked by Milia, Cho felt as if her intelligence had been thrown to the ground and viciously trampled and abused.

William smiled, held Drogon in his arms, and produced a letter from somewhere.

It was a letter from Anne.

She had written about how she was doing and asked about Hogwarts.

At the back of the letter was a stack of photographs, some of Anne and some of the whole Stark family.

She had written to ask William to use developing potion to turn them into moving photographs.

William hadn't finished looking through them when George snatched the photographs away.

He handed them around to the others, and William didn't stop him.

George raised an eyebrow and said in an extremely exaggerated tone, "William, you actually have a little sister!"

William looked puzzled. "What, didn't I tell you?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Cho looked at a photograph and smiled. "Your sister is really pretty."

William smiled too. "Of course. Anne looks like me, so naturally she's pretty."

George draped an arm over William's shoulder and declared, "From the moment I saw your sister's photo, I knew I had to be good friends with you!"

William narrowed his eyes and drawled, "George, do you want to end up in the hospital too? Or should I tell Professor Snape who wrote him that love letter?"

"No, no, don't tell him!" George raised his hands. "But seriously, your sister really does look like you. You could have her come to Gryffindor, and I'll take care of her for you!"

Fred nodded in agreement.

George patted William on the shoulder and smiled. "I can introduce my sister Ginny to you, and then we'll be even.

"Don't mind how ordinary Ginny looks now. She'll definitely be beautiful when she grows up."

Fred laughed. "That might be a bit difficult. Ginny goes on about Harry all day long. She's been doing it for years."

William raised an eyebrow. He really hadn't expected the Wizarding World to have fangirls too!

"Hey, William, what's with that look?" George said indignantly.

"Oh, Merlin's beard!" Fred put on an exaggerated expression.

"Several girls have confessed to you since school started, William, and you weren't interested in any of them. Now you look just as uninterested when we mention my sister Ginny. So..."

An expression of sudden realization appeared on Fred's face, while George hid behind Cedric and said fearfully:

"So you're not interested in girls. Are the rest of us in danger?"

"..."

"Hey, William, we don't discriminate against gay people. If you really do lean that way, I can introduce my brother Ron to you, just as long as you don't set your sights on me."

William pulled out his wand. George quickly raised his hands in surrender and changed the subject. "Speaking of which, where did you get your letter from?"

Fred also looked at Drogon in puzzlement.

Drogon had finished the dried fish, but he really didn't have a pocket holding an envelope on him.

William stood up, and Drogon immediately left his arm and flew toward the castle.

Cedric asked in puzzlement, "Isn't Drogon going home?"

William smiled. "You asked where the letter was kept? Didn't you see the gold ring on Drogon's claw?

"There's an Undetectable Extension Charm and a lot of protective charms on it, and of course a secrecy charm to keep wizards from stealing the letters."

"Don't tell me you cast them?" George said.

William shook his head. "How could I do that at my level? Professor Dumbledore cast them."

"Dumbledore... In other words..."

"In other words," William said cheerfully, "Drogon's delivering a letter to Dumbledore next."

"Anne and Professor Dumbledore write to each other every day. From the way she addresses him in her letters, it's always 'Dear Grandpa Albus'... George, if you want to pursue my sister, go ahead. I won't stop you.

"But whether Dumbledore will break all three of your legs is another matter."

"..."