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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Jun 22, 2005 11:18:50 GMT -5
“This year, we will begin human transformations,” said Professor McGonagall staring down at the class. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Jeanette had taken seats at the front of the class. They were seated in their normal seats, Jeanette joining them, sitting next to Ron. “Human transformation is very advanced magic…can anyone tell me why?” Hermione’s hand, as usual, sprang up into the air but so did the hand of Jeanette. They looked at each other and smiled. “Miss Griffin?” “Human transformation is very advanced magic because it is dangerous. If not done properly, the spell can go very wrong and the person that it is cast on can remain at the transfigured state for a long time. Many times, forever,” said Jeanette. “Good. Five points to Gryffindor,” said Professor McGonagall. Jeanette smiled and so did Hermione; but Harry knew that she was jealous that someone finally got the answer before her. “We will practice some incantations first. Everyone divide in groups of two please. Hurry.” Harry and Hermione became one group and Ron and Jeanette became another. Professor McGonagall took out her wand and waved it at the tables and chairs and they disappeared, making room for the groups. “Now everyone repeat after me. Rodentia!” she cried walking around the class. “Rodentia!” came the voice of everyone else. “Does anyone know what this spell does if done properly?” asked Professor McGonagall. Again, Hermione’s hand went up, accompanied by Jeanette’s. “Miss Granger?” nodded Professor McGonagall curtly to her. “The incantation, Rodentia, if done properly and carefully, will transform a being into an animal. Specifically, an animal in the rodent family. Examples include mice and rats,” said Hermione and Jeanette winked at her. “Good, good Miss Granger,” said Professor McGonagall. “Take another five points for Gryffindor. With this spell, we will try to transform our partner into a mouse. Remember, with human transformation, full concentration and effort is needed because this is very advanced magic. Anyone caught fooling around will find themselves out of this class with the blink of an eye and will not come back. Their punishment will be accompanied by detention.” Harry and Ron looked at each other nervously. “Ok. Everyone take out your wands and I want a volunteer pair to show the class how it’s done. How about…ah…Potter and Granger. Come to the middle of the room,” McGonagall said motioning them to her. Hermione looked at Harry with fright in her eyes. They walked to the middle of the class and took out their wands. “On the count of three Granger, I want you to cast the spell on Potter. If you do it well enough, all we’ll see of him left is…well…nothing,” said McGonagall and the whole class chuckled. “One…two…three!” “RODENTIA!” screamed Hermione pointing her wand at Harry. A bright gray light came from her wand and Harry felt a very warm sensation in his face and lower back. Soon, the whole class laughed. Even Professor McGonagall had a smile on her face. “What’s funny?” squeaked Harry. “Here,” said Hermione between a fit of laughter. She conjured up a mirror and handed it to him. He looked in it and screamed. Looking back at him was Harry…thought no longer Harry. He had the face of a mouse, the body of a human, leg of a human, but he also had a very long tail behind him. “What did you do Hermione?” squeaked Harry horrified, still staring at his face. “Like I said, it’s very complicated. Finite Incantatem!” snapped McGonagall and Harry’s face turned back to normal and his tail was gone. “Potter, your turn,” snapped McGonagall. “My pleasure,” said Harry smirking. “One…two…three!” “Rodentia!” shouted Harry. With another gray light, Hermione’s ears grew very tiny and her eyes became a beady red. “Aww man,” complained Harry and the class laughed. “Finite Incantatem.” Hermione’s face turned back to the way it was. “Now you will all try. I want each of you to try twice, then switch and let your partner do it. On the count of three…one…two…three!” said Professor McGonagall walking around the room. Shouts of “Rodentia” filled the room as students tried to turn each other into mice. Jeanette had managed to make Ron’s whole body turn into the body of a mouse but the head was the same which was quite a funny scene. After twenty minutes, Professor McGonagall stopped them. “Good job everyone. I see an improvement in some of…” but she cut off as a sound as loud as a gunshot set off behind her. She turned to see Malfoy standing with his wand in his hand. His sleek, blonde hair was black and there was what looked like half mouse, half bird flying around his stunned face. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!” shrieked Professor McGonagall. She walked over to him, grabbed the animal from the air, waved her wand, and with a pop, Crabbe appeared on the floor, hair scattered everywhere, looking confused. ‘Did I NOT say to stop? Did I NOT also say that anyone fooling around will be kicked out? Your incompetence will not be tolerated in this class, you hear me, Malfoy! You have just lost your house twenty-five points and you will be cleaning the trophies in the Trophy Room once a week for the whole month! And thanks to you, the class has just gotten an eighteen inch essay on why it is important to focus while doing human transfiguration. But again, your incompetence has just earned you a twenty-four inch. And don’t think your father will get you out of this one!” finished Professor McGonagall, a muscle twitching in her forehead. She turned around to the stunned faces in the class, her face contorted in anger. “And it’s due Wednesday,” luckily, the bell rang at that minute. “Class dismissed!” snapped McGonagall and with a wave of her wand, the desks and chairs appeared again. People muttered rude comments to Malfoy as they left and as Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Jeanette were leaving, McGonagall called for Harry. “Potter, you stay. A word please,” she said, trying to hide the anger in her voice.
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Jun 22, 2005 11:23:08 GMT -5
“You want us to wait?” asked Hermione. “No. It’s ok. I’ll meet up with you in potions,” replied Harry and he walked up to McGonagall’s desk. She had a smile on her face, which was clearly trying to hide her heated face. “Just wondering Potter, when are you going to start Quidditch tryouts?” asked McGonagall. “I was thinking of doing it tomorrow by seven. Classes end by five tomorrow. For me and Ron at least,” replied Harry. “Good, good. Because I want the team to start practicing as soon as possible. I can’t stand it if we lose to people like him,” she said disgustedly. Harry was sure she was talking about Malfoy. “It would be very nice to see the Cup in our Trophy Room. But you know what would be nicer?” “It having our house name on it?” asked Harry smiling. “Exactly,” she replied winking. “And thanks for making friends with the Griffin girl. It’s kind of hard for her to.” “We noticed.” “Well, Potter, off to your next class, and please don’t give Professor Snape any reason to take away points. Here’s a pass just in case,” insisted McGonagall. She opened a drawer in her desk and pulled out a roll of parchment. She wrote something on it for Harry and gave it to him. “Off you go now, Potter.” Harry left the room and headed for the dungeons. He was right in front of Snape’s door when he felt it. A stab of pain seared across his forehead and he doubled over, clutching his scar. He closed his eyes and a scream erupted from his mouth. He heard in his ear a cold high pitched laughter. One that belonged only to one person who he knew: Lord Voldemort. The door of the class banged open and Professor Snape stepped out. He looked at the floor to see Harry lying there, face white, still clutching his scar. Snape’s eyes widened in shock and he stepped back in the class. “Weasley, Granger, come here now!” he hissed at them. Hermione and Ron came out the class. Ron gasped and Hermione let out a soft scream. They bent down and grabbed Harry. “Harry, what’s wrong. What is it Harry?” asked Hermione frantically. The pain in Harry’s forehead started to die away and slowly, he released his scar and head them gasp again. “What happened to him, sir?” asked a drawling voice. Snape turned around to see Draco Malfoy standing at the door, staring opened eye at Harry. “And why is he bleeding. Probably hit a wall,” he said laughing. “Fuck off Malfoy,” said Ron rudely. “Ron!” shrieked Hermione shaking her head and Snape’s face also turned a little white but he did not say anything. “Get back in the class Draco, NOW!” roared Snape and he slammed the door in his face. Harry’s scar had hurt so much that he was actually bleeding. Professor Snape bent down and with a wave of his wand, Harry’s scar had stopped bleeding and it was back to normal. Ron helped Harry get to his feet, though Harry could not stand properly. “Take him to Dumbledore, quick. Tell him exactly what happened, Potter. I have to get back in class,” snapped Snape and with a swish of his dark cloak, he opened the class door, stepped him, and slammed it. “What happened Harry?” asked Ron fearfully. “Voldemort’s happy. Very very happy. It’s the happiest I’ve ever seen him. His plans are working very well. I have to tell Dumbledore. I have a very bad idea that it has to do with the school. I don’t know how, but I just have a feeling,” gasped Harry. “C’mon then, we’ll help you,” said Hermione and she put his arm around her and they helped him walk. He still had a little bit of pain in his head and his eyes were blurred.
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Jun 22, 2005 11:23:32 GMT -5
They were nearly past the Teachers Lounge when… “Potter, Granger, Weasley…don’t you have a class?” snapped a voice behind them. They turned to see McGonagall. “We have to get Harry to Professor Dumbledore and quick,” replied Hermione. “What for? What happened, Potter?” asked McGonagall worriedly. “It was Voldemort, Professor. Harry’s scar hurt…he’ll explain it later. We just have to get to Dumbledore,” shrieked Hermione. “Let’s go then. You can’t get in without the password anyway. Follow me!” she snapped and they were off. Within a few minutes, they reached the large and extremely ugly stone gargoyle. “Juicy Fruit!” said McGonagall and Hermione stifled a laugh. The gargoyle sprang to life suddenly and hopped aside as the wall behind it split in two. They stepped on the spiral staircase that was moving smoothly upward like an escalator and the wall behind them closed with a thud. They rose upward in circles, higher and higher until they saw a glistening oak door that held a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin. As they stepped to it they heard someone speaking inside. Dumbledore was talking to someone. “Yes, but Dumbledore, you have to understand, you just have to. What else could I have done? I would have probably gotten letters from everyone in the wizarding world wanting me to leave office.” “So you rather us all die than step down Cornelius? I warned you for a full year that Voldemort was back,” at Voldemort’s name, they heard a glass break and they were sure that it was Cornelius Fudge who dropped it, but Dumbledore continued. “I told you for a full year but you decided, instead, to take me out of the school. Now, I am very sorry. I would help you in any way, you know that Cornelius, but since everybody wants you to step down…” “Tell them you don’t want the job then…” “Cornelius…” Dumbledore’s voice was rising and at the second, McGonagall rapped on the door. “Come in,” said Dumbledore quietly. McGonagall opened the door and they stepped in. Dumbledore was sitting in his high chair with his fingers together, his elbow on his desk. The Minister was sitting in a chair in front of Dumbledore, shattered glass on the floor. “Yes, Minerva?” asked Dumbledore raising an eyebrow. “Potter here wants a private word with you,” scowled McGonagall, putting an emphasis on the word private. Fortunately, Fudge took the notice. He too scowled but stood up. “I shall call you later on tonight Dumbledore,” he said in an unusually high voice and with that, he left the room without saying a word to Harry or the rest.
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Jun 22, 2005 11:24:46 GMT -5
i feel like i am writing for my health here. I read everyone's story on here and only like 3 peeps out of 20 read mines
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Post by Jess on Jun 22, 2005 11:45:13 GMT -5
I'm reading, very very very very sorry I haven't been reviewing. I promise I'll review more. Sorry!
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Christina
Second Year
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Post by Christina on Jun 22, 2005 14:36:22 GMT -5
u know im reading it, kc
i love the part where ron says she is beautiful and she goes ur not bad urself. that wa great, i was laughing. lol
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Jun 22, 2005 16:56:31 GMT -5
lol yayyyyyyyyy reviews yayyyy
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Christina
Second Year
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Post by Christina on Jun 22, 2005 17:12:19 GMT -5
u betta review mine then, and i dont wanna just be hearin crap cuz its r/h. got it? jp, but seriously dont just complain bout it bein r/h. besides it wont b like that for long.....muahahahaha
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Jun 22, 2005 18:40:52 GMT -5
i do review urs...i just add stuff about H/Hr. lol i luv ur story
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Third Year
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Post by Lyss118 on Jun 22, 2005 19:12:13 GMT -5
Heyyy! Finally! Another chapter! So glad! AND you kept it just as good as the last one! Grand Job, and you left us at such a cliffy! I'm afraid at what Voldemort might have planned. Sounds like theres more action and drama ahead. Can't wait! PMS lol!
Christina!THat avatar of Draco!!!!It makes him look......good, REALLY GOOD!!!ahhh... i never thought I would say that... i a mIlLiOn years! lol...I've been converted!Draco all the way!!!loljk
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Jun 22, 2005 19:23:45 GMT -5
lol thanx Jess...voldemorts plan is really really evil!
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Christina
Second Year
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Post by Christina on Jun 23, 2005 9:44:08 GMT -5
wow, i feel like my life is fulfilled now that i have converted someone to draco. lol. now if i could only convert u to r/h. wow, u know what would b great? if i converted kc to r/h. haha. alyssa, u should go look at the pic i have in my sig of draco on kcs site. its hot.
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Jun 23, 2005 10:34:37 GMT -5
wat do u mean u converted me to draco...u mean wat i said. lol lol i said (j/p) lol u can never convert me to r/h. never!!!
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Jul 15, 2005 12:53:52 GMT -5
Chapter 8: Ginny’s Swing
“Have a seat,” said Dumbledore waving his wand. Three seats appeared and the shattered glass vanished. “What was that about Albus?” asked McGonagall. Dumbledore sighed and looked at them all. “Cornelius wants me to turn down the option of me being Minister,” said Dumbledore staring at McGonagall, whose face had gone stern. “I hope you’re not thinking about it Albus. You can’t just give up now! We all need you,” snapped McGonagall. Dumbledore smirked. “Of course not Minerva. Like I’ve told him, he’s been against me for a full year while I was trying to convince him that Voldemort was back.” At Voldemort’s name, Harry winced and they all looked at him. Harry was one of the first people that used Voldemort’s name…why would he wince at his name now? “Scar,” gasped Harry. Dumbledore gave him a piercing gaze. “Why did you three come up here? Shouldn’t you be in class?” asked Dumbledore suspiciously. “Professor, I was going to potions and…well…my scar hurt. But it wasn’t like before. This time, it really really burned. I heard Voldemort’s voice but he was laughing. Something that he has wanted to happen for years is going to and he was very happy. The happiest I’ve ever seen him,” said Harry. For a minute, he thought he saw a twinge of fear in Dumbledore’s eye but Dumbledore blinked and stood up. “Professor Snape told us to bring Harry to you Professor,” said Hermione. “Yes…I see…Minerva, immediate actions must be taken. I want you to get in touch with Remus and the rest of the Order. Inform them of what happened and tell them that we need to find out as much information as we can. If necessary, Severus will have to go,” snapped Dumbledore pacing behind his desk. “We don’t want to take any risks. Please do that for me, I need to have a talk with these three.” “Very well,” replied McGonagall. She got up and left. Dumbledore stopped pacing and sat back down, staring at Harry. “Harry, there is something that I mentioned to you last year but did not elaborate more on it as I thought that you would work it out. But I expect that you did not have time to think about it anyway. Do you remember the locked door in the Department of Mysteries, the one that is locked at all times? The one that I told you contains a force that is at once more wonderful and more terrible than death, than human intelligence, than forces of nature and the most mysterious of the many subjects to study?” “Yeah, what about it?” “That power is the only thing that can defeat Voldemort in the end Harry. The power of love. Love saved you that night from possession from Voldemort. Love saved you the night when you were one and Voldemort tried to kill you. Harry, Voldemort can try his hardest to make his plans work, and he can even try to attack the school to come for you, but as far as you’re filled with the force that he detests, Voldemort will have a hard job getting his hands on you. Although I must admit, no where is as safe anymore, not even here. Harry, what ever you do, I don’t want you going out of this school at night and I don’t care what it’s for. You are to stay in this castle after dark and don’t wander. Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, I expect that you two will make sure that nothing happens to Harry,” said Dumbledore and they nodded “Professor, no offence but I really can take care of myself. I’m already of age and I think I’ve shown that I can handle a lot more than most seventh years here can,” started Harry and Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. “This is for own good Harry. We don’t want to take any chances. I hope you’re not forgetting the prophe…” “How can I? How can I forget something that tells me the only two most horrible purposes I have in life and I also know how important it is,” declared Harry. “Then you know how important it is that you stay where it is safe. Voldemort will do anything to get his hands on either you or anything else that can tell him what the prophecy says. That is also endangering your friends here and everyone in the Order. I know you aren’t forgetting what happened the last time that Voldemort decided to play his games with you!” said Dumbledore calmly. At that statement, Harry’s eyes widened and Hermione put a hand to her mouth. “No…” murmured Harry. “I’m sorry Harry, but we just can’t take any chances. I also hope that Professor McClaggan is making sure that you all can defend yourselves because…” Dumbledore sighed. “Because I fear that that sign that Voldemort showed you this afternoon means that we are all in danger. He hasn’t tried to attack the school yet but…it’s only a matter of time.” “So you think he’s coming here?” asked Ron horrorstruck. Ron nor Hermione had ever gotten a look at Voldemort and the thought of meeting the most powerful dark wizard of time was fear-provoking for them…especially Ron. Dumbledore looked at Ron. “It’s the only guess that I have…either that, or he’s found out about the prophecy. But he can’t be too happy about that…” replied Dumbledore. “We did start dueling today, Professor,” said Hermione. “Good…good…” said Dumbledore but that reminded Harry of something. “Professor, who taught your great grand-daughter how to duel?” asked Harry. Dumbledore looked at him smiling. “I did of course, why, did she do badly?” he asked. “Badly? She did this to me!” squeaked Hermione pointing to her eyebrow which had a cut on it. “I don’t even know how she did it. Just waved her wand without saying a spell and a sharp white light came from it…I don’t remember seeing a spell like that in out Standard Book of Spells Grade 7…” They all laughed at this, even Dumbledore. “Yes, she is very good Professor. I had a tough time with her also,” said Harry. “I see…well that’s all she did during the summers. She has…or had no friends. I wouldn’t put it pass you three to already know what she is…” Hermione smiled and said, “Yes, we know. She’s a Giver of Life. But it must be hard for her Professor, isn’t it? I mean…knowing that you won’t be able to help someone you love very much sooner or later. Just sit there and watch them die…” Hermione cut off as she noticed that the smiled on Dumbledore’s face had vanished and he looked serious. Fortunately, a bell rang through the castle signaling the end of Potions and start of lunch for them. *** “You guys missed the whole period talking to grandfather? Talking about what? What happened anyway?” asked Jeanette. She had met up with them at lunch and they had told her why they had not come to Potions. “I told you Jeanette. It was about Voldemort. We have some kind of connection where I can feel what he feels…except for it’s pain for me and not for him,” replied Harry. “Oh…that’s weird. Are classes done for you three today?” she asked them. “For us, yeah,” replied Ron. “I wished it was for me. I’ve still got Arithmancy and Ancient Runes,” said Hermione. When the bell rang, Hermione headed off to her Arithmancy class while Harry, Ron, and Jeanette stood at the door of the Great Hall wondering what to do. “We could go visit Hagrid,” said Harry. “We haven’t been to see him yet.” “But he’ll have a class won’t he? We can go flying,” said Ron. “Good idea,” said Jeanette. “Well, we’ll see Hagrid first then…we have all day. C’mon, let’s go get our brooms,” agreed Harry and they went up the staircases all the way to the seventh floor to get their brooms. When they got inside the common room, they saw a few seventh year girls that Harry did not know grouped around the fire place chatting. They smiled at Harry and Ron as they passed and to Ron’s surprise, Harry went over to them. “Excuse me but do either one of you have a quill and spare parchment?” asked Harry. One of the girls, blonde with curls in her hair, picked up her bag and gave Harry a quill, ink bottle, and parchment. “Thanks,” said Harry. “Ron, can you go get the brooms while I do this?” “Sure,” replied Ron. He left up the stairs to the boy’s dormitory. Harry dipped the quill into the ink and wrote on the parchment, “Gryffindor Quidditch team tryouts! Tryouts will be held tomorrow, September 3, by 7:00 on the Quidditch field. To tryout, you must have a broom. Players need: three chasers and two beaters.” When he finished, he went and pinned up the parchment to the notice board next to a notice about the next Hogsmeade visit on October 31th. He gave back the quill, ink, and parchment to the blonde girl and at the same time, Ron and Jeanette came down the stairs. Harry looked at Jeanette to see that she had changed from her school robes to a pair of tight blue jeans and a sparkly pink shirt. She had let her hair down and she looked as beautiful as every. Carrying on her shoulder was… “A Firebolt!” exclaimed Ron, who had also changed out of his school things. She smiled and walked over to them. “I see you’ve got on too,” she said. “No, that’s Harry’s,” he said and he handed over Harry’s golden gleaming Firebolt. “The Cleansweep is mine.” “Oh. Well, that’s not bad, not the best, but it’s not bad,” replied Jeanette. “Are you ready Harry?” “Umm…” Harry took off his robes and Gryffindor tie and threw them on the couch. Then he un-tucked his shirt. “Yeah, ready,” he said and together, they walked out of the portrait hole. They were almost out of the entrance hall when a door burst open behind them. They turned around to see Firenze coming out of the door. “Harry Potter. Nice to see you again!” said Firenze and he walked over to them, holding his hand out. “How are you?” “Good,” said Harry shaking his hand. “And you?” “Good I guess…for now mainly,” he said then he started muttering under his breath. “Lets just hope I’m reading it all wrong…or else we’re in trouble.” “What?” asked Harry perplexed. “Huh? Oh…the signs in the sky…danger…Mars gets brighter each day…” he trailed off. “Well I must get going Potter. I’ve got to go see Dumbledore.” “Ok. By the way, are you working with Professor Trelawney?” asked Harry. He had always wondered if they’d be working together, or if Trelawney would be sacked. “Of course not. What she says she sees is just sham and human nonsense. Wasting your time on fortune-telling and crystal gazing is pointless with the art of Divination. She is doing special work for Dumbledore. Now I must get going Harry Potter. Be careful…the time is near,” and with that, he turned and galloped down the hall and out of sight. “Weird creatures,” said Jeanette. “Just don’t let him let you say that,” replied Ron. They walked out of the entrance hall into the grounds where, surprisingly, a lot of sixth and seventh years were all having a rest. Kids were swimming in the pool with the giant squid, and some were even flying in the Quidditch field. “C’mon,” said Harry and they made their way down to Hagrid’s hut.
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Jul 15, 2005 12:54:47 GMT -5
When they were within earshot of Hagrid, they heard him talking to a class of first years. “This here, is a Crup,” he said pointing a dog standing on the floor next to him. Only, it wasn’t a dog…or was it. It also had a forked tail and it was fairly large, about three feet tall. It was on a leash and Hagrid was pulling it back as it was trying to free itself. “Can anyone tell me what a Crup is?” “Apparently a very ugly beast,” said a boy and a couple of people laughed; Harry and Ron glanced at each other. Harry was reminded very much of Draco. This boy had very black hair for a boy. He had blue eyes and upon his chest, was the Slytherin badge. “That’ll be five points from Slytherin, Lysander!” barked Hagrid looking at him and the boy flushed. “Anyway, can anyone tell me what exactly is a Crup?” A girl’s hand went up. She had long bushy hair which was in a ponytail. “Yes Miss. Wheeler?” said Hagrid pointing at her, restraining the Crup. “A Crup is a wizard-created dog. It is intensely loyal to wizards and ferocious towards Muggles, The Crup originated in the southeast of England. It is a great scavenger, eating anything from gnomes to old tyres. The tail of a Crup is usually supposed to be removed with a painless Severing Charm so Muggles will not notice it,” she finished and two black haired boys standing on either side of her looked at her amazed. “Very good. Take ten points ter Gryffindor!” he said and she beamed. Hagrid looked up and for the first time, noticed Harry, Ron, and Jeanette and he smiled. “All righ’ there Harry?” shouted Hagrid and the whole class turned to look at him. Some of them started whispering to each other. Harry rolled his eyes and they walked over to Hagrid and put their brooms down on the floor. Harry noticed the girl who had answered the question about the Crup to be the same girl that was reading the book upon the Sorting at the beginning of the year. The two boys on either side of her, he noticed again, were Mark Evans and the tiny Thomas Thistle Jr. “Harry? You mean Harry Potter?” asked Lysander. “Yeah…I do…what’s that got to do with you?” barked Hagrid and Lysander narrowed his eyes, looked down, and as his eyes fell on the brooms, his eyes widened but he did not say anything. “Hi Hagrid…I see you’ve really got the Professor part down,” said Harry…looking at the class…most of which were gazing back at him. “Yeah. Mainly that lot at the back…taking orders off Malfoy it looks like,” he said. “Umm…Hagrid, isn’t a Crup under the Ministry classification of three? Are you sure you should be teaching them about it?” asked Jeanette. Hagrid looked at her and smiled. “It’s ok. This dog is harmless. You heard Miss. Wheeler, it loves wizards. How’s Ginny Ron?” asked Hagrid. “She’s good,” said Ron keeping an eye on the Crup. “Excuse me Professor, but aren’t we doing anything else?” drawled Lysander coldly. Hagrid gave him a warning look. “Oh…the rest of the class. You all can have the rest of the class off. But next class, I want a drawing of the Crup. You, Lysander, will do something special fer me,” added Hagrid smirking. “And what will that be?” he asked. “You’re going to…” he started untying the leash on the Crup and one of the girls jumped forward. It was Tanya Umbridge. “Professor! You’re not going to release that thing are you? You can’t! That’s against…” she shrieked. “Mind yer business,” barked Hagrid. Evidently, she still had not forgiven Umbridge from two years ago. “What…” stammered Lysander. Hagrid finished taking off the leash and lifted up the dog-like creature. “Yer wanted to do something right? Well, RUN!” roared Hagrid and at that instant, all the kids ran, some into Hagrid’s hut. He threw the dog and it landed at the spot where Lysander was standing seconds ago. The dog barked and ran after a screaming Lysander. “That’ll get rid of him,” laughed Hagrid. “Hagrid…are you sure about that?” asked Ron, though all three of them were laughing. “Oh yeah…Crup’s are harmless…only to Muggles are they dangerous. And I don’t think I’ve met you yet,” Hagrid added to Jeanette. “Oh…I’m Jeanette. Jeanette Griffin,” she added smiling. “Oh aren’t you Dumbledore’s great grand-daughter?” asked Hagrid and Jeanette nodded. “By they way, where’s Hermione?” “She still has classes,” replied Harry. Finally, when the bell rang, Harry, Ron, and Jeanette mounted their brooms and set off in the afternoon sky. “Wooo hoooo!” cried Ron twisting around in the air with his broom. Harry and Jeanette laughed. “Calm down Ron!” shouted Jeanette at him still laughing. When they reached the Quidditch field, the kids who were flying before had left. Jeanette took out her wand, pointed it at the floor and muttered “accio”. A small rock the size of the Golden Snitch came soaring up to her and she caught it. “Catch Harry,” she said and she tapped it with her wand. The went soaring from her hand and Harry sped after it. The rock seemed to have a mind of it’s own as it swerved and changed directions just as the snitch would. It went plummeting to the floor and Harry went faster after it. He reached out his hand for it but he veered of course as something black and green blocked him. He turned around in mid air and stopped to see who it was. Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle were hovering in the air, Malfoy holding the rock in his hand. “You missed it, scarface,” drawled Malfoy. “Shut up Malfoy and give me back the rock,” said Harry sharply. In a few seconds, Jeanette and Ron both came speeding down to either of Harry’s sides. “Well, if it isn’t the loser crew and their incompetent brooms,” he added eyeing Ron’s Cleansweep. Ron’s ears turned red. “And who are you?” he said looking at Jeanette. “Beautiful little thing aren’t you.” He circled around Jeanette, who was staring at him in a deathly manner. “If you want your stupid rock back and the field to yourselves, Potter, then lets race. Three laps around the field,” smirked Malfoy. “There’s no point when…” started Harry. “I’ll race you, slimeball. Let’s go!” snarled Jeanette. This wiped the smile off of Malfoy’s face. “Me, face a girl…” “Unless you’re scared…as usual. That’s how all Malfoy’s are. The whole lot of them...useless gits!” sneered Jeanette and Malfoy turned red.
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