Disclaimer: I own nothing from JK Rowling's fantastic and magical world, or any of her characters except for Gemma, Iris, Cassie, Lacy and Mr. and Mrs. Bell
A/N: This chapter, actually this entire story really, is dedicated to the fantastic, wonderful and amazing SephCurrentDaughterofPoseido n who convinced me to give this story a shot and put it up! It's all thanks to her that it really exists.
Gemma Bell woke up one sunny summer morning to find a curious little barred owl sitting on her headboard. It was carrying a think envelope staring at her blankly as if wondering how it could possibly take her so long to untie its burdened feet.
She stroked its tawny feathers as it nipped affectionately at her fingers, "Iris, what's that you've got there?" Gemma asked her owl. She meticulously took the letter from the owl and proceeded to read it. Scrawled on the front in elegant emerald ink, she noticed it was her Hogwarts letter. That was when her stomach fluttered nervously. It was Gemma's seventh and final year at Hogwarts and she was determined to make the best of it. Her past years had certain… irritations, as Gemma preferred to refer to them, that she did not want ruining her last year of school. She noticed that the envelope felt unusually think but she supposed that it was because of additional paperwork since N.E.W.T.S. were coming up.
As Gemma carefully undid the wax seal stamped with the coat of arms of the school, her eyes widened. Out slid a small gold badge reading 'Head Girl'. Gemma screamed in excitement drawing attention to herself. She heard the thudding of footsteps as someone barged into her room.
"Gem! Are you okay?" a tall middle aged man with hair sticking up in all different directions exclaimed!
"Oh, yeah, sorry dad!" an ecstatic Gemma replied, "But guess what!"
Mr. Bell sighed in relief and looked at Gemma with a questioning look, as if beckoning her to continue.
"I got head girl" she squealed. Mr. Bell suddenly looked elated; he walked into the room and gave Gemma a monstrous hug.
"I always knew you could do it!" he exclaimed! "Darling, Natalie, come quick! Our daughter's been called for Head Girl!"
Growing up as a half-blood hadn't always been easy for Gemma, Her father was a muggle who tried to be as supportive as he could. He had always been there for Gemma anytime she'd needed anything. She knew the idea of magic hadn't always been the most comfortable topic for him but nonetheless he tried to adapt and get used to the idea. On the other hand, her mother was a brilliant witch who went to Hogwarts in her day and soon after she left school, met her father, Harold, fell in love and had her.
"GEMMAAA! I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!" a voice bellowed from just outside her room. Natalie Bell stormed into the room engulfing Gemma in a large hug. Once she was released, Gemma noticed her mother started rambling "oh my, there's so much to do! We have to go to Diagon Alley and buy new robes, and books! We mustn't forget the books! And make a stop at Gringotts…" she carried on.
During that time Gemma was thinking to herself, "Who could the Head Boy be?" She decided to write to her two best friends Cassie Green and Lacy Evans immediately informing them and asking the latter question.
Meanwhile, in the Burrow, the entire Weasley and Potter clan crowded around the dinner table staring blankly at a piece of parchment that read:
Dear Mr. James S. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that after due consideration, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had found it appropriate to appoint you Head Boy for the coming year. The position of Head Boy has been a respected position for many years at this school and we offer you a congratulations on your newest achievement.
Please regard the badge that is contained with this letter.
A badge sat on the table adjacent to the letter, gleaming a regal gold, reading 'Head Boy'. Everyone stared at the letter, then at James, who was staring blankly at the badge, and then back at the letter. Suddenly, a little voice broke the silence piped "Looks like McGonagall's finally lost it, naming you Head Boy that is, who in their right mind would do such a thing?"
The voice was that of Lily Potter, a fiery redhead and James' younger sister. Her outburst was met with much laughter from all members of the family who were moved from their shock and processed the delightful news.
A chorus of congratulations from his mum and dad, aunts and uncles proceeded. It came as a bit of shock to the family seeing as James and his cousin Fred took after their namesakes. They were both thicker than thieves and had caused much mischief in their previous six years at the school. They were the two most well known pranksters in all of Hogwarts in their year, giving even Fred (the original) and George a run for their money and everyone knew that. Literally, everyone, it was no wonder that Lily thought McGonagall had lost it. In fact, James himself was wondering the same thing.
It was not soon after that James' thoughts drifted towards wondering who the Head Girl would be; they would have to share a dorm after all. There was someone in particular who crossed his mind more often than not, but he kept dismissing the theory insisting that there was no way McGonagall would ever put the two of them together unless she really was going mental in her old age.