Harry Potter and the Bucket List

Year 1 - 4

Beta: Cloudy

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With the power struggle (temporarily) over, I could offer them the carrot instead of the stick. After I had mercilessly crushed their expectations of being superior to me that lovely Saturday morning, I sent out a letter to Kreacher to prepare the carrot for the Slytherins. Kreacher was such a happy boy about being able to spend some money I collected as Enáretos in order to reward the Slytherins for their submission.

Come Sunday morning at breakfast there were more owls than usual that carried a couple dozen brooms.

Nimbus Two Thousand brooms, of course.

Said brooms were dropped off at our Quidditch player's sides with a note reading:

To my loyal subjects,

Your Queen.

There were gasps of envy from the Gryffindor table as the Slytherin Quidditch players ripped open the packaging for the brooms. One by one they shouted in surprise upon finding their gift which drew more stares over at the Slytherin table. As Slytherin's Captain, it was Marcus Flint who let out the loudest victorious shout when he found his broom. He held up his new broom like a trophy.

"TO OUR QUEEN!" he shouted.

"TO OUR QUEEN!" echoed the rest of the fanatic Quidditch players, each of them holding up their brooms. It was an uproar of approval. Even those not on the Slytherin Quidditch team joined in on the cheering. A few of them started to toss smug looks over at the envious Gryffindors who glared jealousy at the shiny new brooms.

Harry caught my eye from across the room and offered me a pitying look.

You had to bribe them? I could practically hear his disapproving tone.

Shut up. I do what I must. I stuck my tongue out at him, and he rolled his eyes.

The cheers of joy and jubilant taunting from my table was infectious. I couldn't resist smiling in return as I was surrounded by the elated Quidditch team who fervently thanked me.

"Now, now, dears, we shouldn't make too much of a scene," I said as I laughed. "Eat your breakfast first. Destroy the other teams later."

"Long live the queen," whispered Marcus Flint as he caressed his broom like a newborn.

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Sunday evening I was on my way back to the dorm from the library when two red-haired twins popped up on either side of me. I offered the Weasley twins a wane smile. I kept up my pace, not faltering as my footsteps in the stone hallway were echoed by their own. I did assess them, half wondering if they were about to exact revenge on me for giving the Slytherin Quidditch team new brooms. The other half of me wondered what they wanted from me if not revenge.

I had hoped I'd get a chance to run into Harry at the library, but I didn't see my twin there. I'd need to set aside some time to check up on him and schedule when we should start our morning runs together. I didn't know what his actual schedule would end up looking like with Quidditch practice because duh, he'd obviously make the team.

The duo were cuties. They had the adorable freckles just over their noses and upper cheeks, the sparkling blue eyes, and the messy-yet-combed ginger hair. In my previous life I would have had a crush on them (assuming I was the same age as them, of course).