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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Jul 15, 2005 12:55:48 GMT -5
“Why you…” “Lets go!” said Jeanette again and she rose with her broom; Malfoy followed. They flew to one end of the goal posts, Ron, Harry, Crabbe, and Goyle following them. “You’re going to pay for that!” snapped Malfoy. “You wish,” replied Jeanette. “Call it Ron!” “Ummm ok. One…two…three!” shouted Ron but on two, Draco had already zoomed off. Jeanette hovered there and laughed for a couple of seconds then she sped after Malfoy. She began with a burst of speed and within a few seconds, she was next to Malfoy, who had an amazed look on his face. He tried to knock her off her broom but she dodged it and he himself almost fell off. On their third time around the field, Draco tried to hit Jeanette again but she twisted in the air and hit him instead. He blew of course and hit a tree nearby. He tumbled to the floor with his broom. Goyle and Crabbe flew to him. “Nice one Jeanette,” said Ron. They three of them also flew down the Malfoy, Jeanette landing smoothly. “There Malfoy. Beating by a girl,” she said walking towards him, Harry and Ron flanking her. Draco was getting to his feet and he had scratches on his face, some bleeding and he also had twigs in his hair. “How does it feel? Or does it make a difference from the way you usually feel because you should already be shameful for being a Malfoy!” she said coldly. He turned red and before any of them knew what happened, he had pulled out his wand, said something, and Jeanette was thrown backwards. Ron immediately dived at Draco and punched him square in the jaw. Harry had gone to help Jeanette back up. Jeanette stood up to see Ron still on top of Draco still hitting him, Crabbe and Goyle trying to pull him off. “Impedimenta!” shouted Harry and Jeanette pulling out their wands; Crabbe and Goyle were thrown backwards away from Ron. Draco had punched Ron off of him but Ron still started towards him. Harry and Jeanette ran to Ron and held him back. “Ron NO!” shouted Jeanette to him. He was sporting a cut lip. Draco got to his feet. He had a bleeding lip and two black eyes, his hair was a real mess now. Crabbe and Goyle got back to their feet now too. “You’ll pay for that Weasley…you and you’re disgrace of a pure-blood family…in the end, you’ll pay!” sneered Malfoy and he grabbed his broom and flew off…Crabbe and Goyle after him. Harry and Jeanette let go of the flailing Ron. “Damn! Why didn’t you just let me go!” panted Ron. “Harry…Ron…Jeanette!” screamed a voice. It was Hermione and she was running to them, her school bag still on her shoulder. “What?” asked Harry. “What happened to you Ron?” asked Hermione looking at him. “Nothing,” snapped Ron wiping his bleeding mouth. “He got in a fight with Malfoy,” said Harry. “Ron…” started Jeanette. “What?” he answered sort of rude. “Just want to say thanks,” she said and she kissed him on the cheek. This seemed to calm down Ron a little bit. “Sure,” he muttered. “C’mon, lets go for a dip…that’ll cool you off,” said Jeanette dragging Ron towards their brooms and they set off for the lake. Harry and Hermione stared at each other awkwardly for a minute until Harry looked at the floor. “Want to join them?” asked Harry. “Well, I’ll go but I’m not going in there with my school robes,” replied Hermione. Harry mounted his broom and levitated a few feet off the floor and looked at her. “What? You want me to…” she squeaked. Harry smiled. “C’mon…it’s faster...don’t you trust me?” asked Harry raising his eyebrows. Hermione gave him a look, sat on the broom, and clutched Harry. Slowly Harry lifted off the floor and as they flew to the lake, it started raining. As they soared, Harry couldn’t help but wish they could fly over the clouds like that, just him and Hermione. A sweet scent was coming from Hermione and Harry couldn’t help but to get lost in it. He took them a lap around the lake before landing lightly on the floor. “Thanks,” she said looking into his emerald green eyes. “You’re welcome,” he replied. They started at each other from a minute and Harry’s mind went completely blank. At the same time, they both leaned in kissed. Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and she wrapper her arms around his neck. They stood there, kissing while rain poured on them. But that did not bother them at all. Every emotion was wiped from Harry’s head as they shared a long deep kiss that seemed to last forever. Every emotion but love. *** “We’ve got all our classes today. All five of them,” sighed Ron looking at his schedule at the breakfast table. “Care of Magical Creatures first with the Slytherins. Today is going to be a long day.” “Yeah…well we have practice today…you’ll get to fly atleast,” replied Harry pouring Hermione some Orange Juice. They had not mentioned there kiss to anybody else, including Ron and they didn’t talk amongst themselves about it either. Fifteen minutes later as the bell rang, they made their way to Hagrid’s hut, Ron and Jeanette holding hands. As they approached the cabin, they saw a cage which held the strangest creature Harry had ever seen. It had the head of a lion, the body of a goat, and a dragon’s tail. Ron and Harry exchanged concerned looks as they reached Hagrid, who was beaming. “Hurry up now! I’ve got a surprise for you all,” shouted Hagrid. Harry turned around and saw more Gryffindors and Slytherins walking towards to hut; Draco in the front of the Slytherins, accompanied by a pretty girl with long brown hair and hazel eyes. Her name was Nicki and Harry knew this because they had an encounter with her that didn’t turn out good. “What is that?” she asked disgustedly looking at the cage. The beast in it was trying to get out and the cage was rattling. They all moved back. “It’s ok. Come on. Can anyone tell me what this is?” asked Hagrid stepping in front of the cage…holding the Crup. Harry remembered there last encounter with the centaurs in their sixth year and unfortunately, Fang had been attacked and died a bloody death. Maybe that was why Hagrid was with the Crup all the time. Maybe it was his new pet.
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Jul 15, 2005 12:56:41 GMT -5
“That is a Chimaera. It’s a rare Greek monster with a lion’s head, a goat’s body, and a dragon’s tail. Vicious and bloodthirsty, the Chimaera is extremely dangerous. Chimaera eggs are classified as Class A Non-Tradeable Goods,” said Hermione. “That means Hagrid will be getting more of these soon,” whispered Ron to Harry and they snickered. “Good job Hermione. Five points fer Gryffindor. Chimaera’s are very very dangerous. Never mess with ‘em, or it may just be the last thing you do. There is only one known instance of the successful slaying of a Chimaera. But poor bloke fell to his death from his Thestral shortly after, exhausted by his efforts,” pronounced Hagrid. “So why would you bring something that is capable of killing us all within a minute?” drawled Malfoy. Harry gave him a dark look and Hagrid turned a little red but said, “Because you will be feeding it to see what it likes best.” Malfoy’s face turned red and his eyes widened in shock. “I will not!” gasped Malfoy and Harry was glad to see fear in his eyes. “Then shut yer trap and listen,” growled Hagrid and the Gryffindors laughed. They spent the whole lesson learning about the Chimaera while it growled at them as they came nearer. “I want a roll of parchment on the features of the Chimaera and where it originated from, due next class,” said Hagrid at the end of class as the bell rang. The class groaned. “That’s two essays already…reckon we’ll get one from Flitwick?” asked Ron as they headed back to the castle for Charms. *** “Now, the vanishing charm gets harder and harder depending on the size of the object that it is cast on. Today, we will be trying to vanish tables. My table as a matter of infact,” squeaked Professor Flitwick standing on his desk. “One at a time, when I call you up and you will try to make the whole table vanish by using the incantation, “Evanesco!”. He hopped down from his desk and called: “Ronald Weasley!” Ron gulped and walked over to his desk holding out his wand. “On the count of three Weasley. One…two…three.” “Evanesco!” shouted Ron. The table top disappeared but it’s four legs were still standing. “Almost Mr. Weasley. Mr. Potter, you’re next!” said Flitwick waving his wand and the table top appeared again. Harry walked over to him, pulling out his wand. “One…two…three,” said Flitwick again. “Evanesco!” said Harry. Even though the whole table did not disappear fully, he had done a better job than Ron. The table top was gone and two of the legs were gone too. Hermione went next and, with no surprise to anyone, she had made the entire table disappear. She was the only, out of the whole class, to make the entire table disappear; Jeanette had left one leg standing. *** At seven o’clock that night, Harry, Ron, and Jeanette went down to the Quidditch field; Ron and Jeanette with their brooms and also carrying the crate that held the Quidditch balls; Hermione had gone to the library. They waited a few minutes as people arrived. Within five minutes, 9 people had arrived including Ginny Weasley with a Cleansweep smiling at them, and Seamus Finnigan with a… “Nimbus Two Thousand and One,” whispered Ron frowning. Jeanette and Harry exchanged looks but did not say anything. “Ok…everyone please come here and take one of these papers and fill them out,” said Harry holding up a stack of forms. They all took one, including Jeanette. After a couple more minutes, when they handed back the papers, Harry spoke to them again. “Ok. Ron here will play his position as keeper as the chasers will try to get the ball pass the hoops. Jeanette, Ginny, and Abigail, you guys will be one group. Kelly, Dessy, and Luis, you will be another team. I’ll be watching to see how good each of you are and I will judge by that. Mount your brooms,” said Harry. Six of them mounted on their brooms and Harry walked over to them and stood in the middle, holding the Quaffle. “Ready…go!” shouted Harry and he threw the up upward. Ron immediately flew to the goal posts. Jeanette grabbed the ball first and was off heading towards Ron. As Kelly approached her, she threw the ball far and Ginny caught it with a wonderful dive with her broom. She soared upwards far away from the field, Dessy and Luis tailing her. “Where is she going?” muttered Harry to himself. Ginny was going so high nobody could see her no more. Then a red thing came soaring downward unto the field; the quaffle. Abigail soared towards it and caught it and threw it fiercely towards the goal post. Ron, who had been caught off guard, dived at the wrong moment and the quaffle went through the right hoop. Jeanette, Abigail, and Ginny, who came soaring back down, gave each other high fives. “That was excellent guys. Nice use of the Porskoff Ploy!” shouted Harry at them beaming. Ron threw the ball back and Luis caught it. Luis, Dessy, and Kelly formed an arrowhead pattern and flew together towards the goal posts. Ginny, Abigail, and Jeanette did the same…flying towards them. Luis threw the ball over his shoulder and Dessy caught it. Oh gosh…they’re going to crash. You’re supposed to move out the way of a Hawkshead Attacking Formation, thought Harry. But they didn’t crash. Dessy threw the ball to Kelly and as it approached her, Jeanette sped up on her Firebolt and caught it…she soared upwards away from them and towards Ginny. She threw the ball hard all the way to the field floor and it hit the field and bounced back upwards. Ginny caught it and she threw it to Abigail. She flew towards Ron and raised her hand to throw it towards the left goal posts. Ron flew towards there but Abigail did not throw it…she threw it behind her and Ginny caught it. Ginny flew towards the right goal post and to everyone’s surprise, she grabbed the broom from underneath her and, somehow, hovered in mid-air. Almost everyone had stopped to watch her, Harry’s eyes wide in surprise. She threw the quaffle in the air and swung her broom and hit the ball like a baseball, then as she began to fall, she swung the broom under her, swaggering a little. The ball soared towards the hoop and Ron, who was staring at Ginny, didn’t bother to catch it as it went through the hoop. Jeanette and Abigail soared to her in surprise and both slapped her on her back. “Wow,” muttered Harry. “We’ll call that one Ginny’s Swing.” Harry shouted to them and Ginny laughed. Harry turned to the four people who were trying out for beater. “Ok…Seamus and Christina…you will be one team. Andrew and Elie, you’re another team. I want you to go up there and…well do what Beaters do.” They smiled at him and flew off on there brooms. Harry let the two bludgers out and they went for the beaters. Ron managed to save a lot more of the shots, though Ginny, Jeanette, and Abigail gave him a tough job. Seamus and Christina went for Ginny as she proceeded to the goal posts. As two bludgers approached them, and Jeanette went after Christina from the back, Seamus and Christina started swinging their clubs. Surprisingly, Christina hit her bludger backhanded, catching Jeanette off guard, and sending her falling with her broom. Seamus hit his ball so hard it hit Ginny in the ribs, making her drop the bludger. “Ouch…nice Bludger Backbeat!” shouted Harry to Christina. Fifteen minutes later, Harry stopped all of them and the soared back to him. “That was excellent guys. All of you. You all did a great job and this is going to be a hard decision but I’ll have the new team posted up by tomorrow morning. Thank you for coming. All of them left except for Jeanette, Ginny, and Ron. “You two ok?” asked Harry. “Yeah,” said Ginny smiling, though she was clutching her ribs. “Just a little sting.” “Yeah. I’m fine too. That was fun,” said Jeanette as they walked back to the castle. “Yeah…you guys were real good and Ginny,” said Harry stopping abruptly, “how did you do that thing?” Ginny smiled. “I have no idea. It just came in my head to do it and…well I did it,” she laughed. “Well do it more often…it works,” replied Harry smiling back at her. They talked about the highlights of the practice until they reached Gryffindor tower. “I’m going to bed. But I need a nice long bath,” said Ginny approaching the stairs that led to the girl’s dormitory. “Coming Jeanette?” “Yeah. Goodnight Harry…Ron,” she added giving Ron a kiss. He blushed as he watched her walk out of sight with Ginny. “You know who you want for the teams?” asked Ron. “Yeah. You can go up if you want. I’ll be there in a few,” replied Harry. Ron left and Harry grabbed ink and a parchment from the table and scribbled: Gryffindor Quidditch Team: Captain/Seeker: Harry Potter Keeper: Ron Weasley Chasers: Jeanette Griffin, Ginny Weasley, Abigail Joseph Beaters: Christina Evans and Seamus Finnigan As the first match is three weeks away, the first practice will be held on September 17 by 7 o’clock. Harry smiled as he pinned the parchment on the board and then walked up the stairs leading to his dormitory.
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Lyss118
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Post by Lyss118 on Jul 16, 2005 19:43:16 GMT -5
i just finished reading all that, and although you have teeny tiny grammer errors, it was a good chapter. I loved the part with Harry and hermione kissing! Are they ever going to talk about it? i What did Ron and Jeanette do when it rained? still go swimming? or do other... exrtacurricular activities..lol hmmm The Ginny's swing thing sounded really cool! And poor Malfoy hitting a tree, and them getting beaten up! lol, are they going to get in trouble for that? really good, really LONG chapter!
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Christina
Second Year
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Post by Christina on Jul 22, 2005 8:40:16 GMT -5
YAY!!!!! I am the beater. haha lol
that was a great chapter. is that christina based on me or just a name? i hope its me, that would be awesome to see stuff written about me.
and if it is me, can i be a little bit bigger of a character? lol. maybe like, let me get together with seamus. that would be awesme. lol
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Jul 22, 2005 10:27:40 GMT -5
yeah that character is you Christina...i had to look for that e-mail you sent me ages ago because I printed it out...
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Aug 11, 2005 19:15:39 GMT -5
Chapter 9: The Dream
The first Quidditch practice was not as bad as Harry thought it would be. In Harry’s mind, this was the best team Hogwarts had ever seen and he couldn’t see anything that could stop them.
As the first match approached, Slytherin versus Hufflepuff, the tension in the castle grew. Both teams were now going to classes in groups. Every team wanted to win the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup and the School Quidditch World Cup.
Also, classes were getting tougher, especially McGonagall’s and Snape’s. McGonagall piled loads of homework on them as they were even going deeper into human transfiguration and Snape was setting them near impossible tasks. They had reached a damn near impossible potion called Felix Felicis, which was supposed to make the drinker lucky, though the potion was against the law. “Everyone take out your copy of Advanced Potion-Making, scales, and potion kits,” sneered Snape from the front of the class. As everyone scrambled to get out their books and equipment, Snape waved his wand at his desk and a cauldron appeared with some kind of liquid inside. “Can anyone tell me what this is?” asked Snape to the class. He was pointing at the small black cauldron standing on his desk. The potion was splashing about merrily; it was the color of molten gold, and large drops were leaping like fish above the surface. Hermione’s hand popped up into the air. “Anyone…pity…well, if you must, Miss Granger?” “That’s Felix Felicis. It’s liquid luck. It makes you lucky. It’s desperately tricky to make and if you get it wrong, it can be disastrous. If taken too much, it causes giddiness, recklessness, and dangerous confidence,” finished Hermione. The whole class was looking at the potion with interest and Harry noticed that Malfoy was looking greedily at the potion. “In today’s class, you will be attempting to make this potion. The directions are in your book. You may begin,” said Snape coldly and as the class went to work, he walked around the class sneering at most of them.
Forty minutes later, Harry looked into his cauldron and smiled. It wasn’t the molten gold he expected but it was a bright gold; one that he hope would get him at least an E. He looked over to Hermione’s to see hers was exactly the right color and she was reading through her book to make sure she did everything right. Jeanette’s was the same color as Harry’s and Ron’s was… “Brown, Weasley?” asked Snape looking slightly amused. “I see you forgot to add the slug liver. He frowned at Ron, wrote something in his book and walked on. Ron looked furious and with a wave of his wand, the liquid was gone. Snape walked by Hermione’s and Jeanette’s without a word; then he reached Harry’s. “Molten gold Potter. Tisk tisk…not like I expected better,” he said to Harry, though not as coldly as he would. Malfoy, who was smirking at him, was listening intently. As Snape walked away, Harry thought he saw him write something like an E in his book though. Smiling slightly, he wiped his cauldron clean.
Hufflepuff lost the match against Slytherin, the final score being two hundred and fifty to one hundred and that worried Harry. Malfoy was the new captain and he was doing a very good job. Almost everyone on the Slytherin team was new. Malfoy had done such a good job with the selections that it made the Gryffindor team increase their practices to most every night. Things were getting even tougher for the seventh years as their teachers reminded them about the N.E.W.T.’s every time they went to class. “As your N.E.W.T.’s draw closer, you will all be getting more work. Like in your fifth year, I will be calling you all for career advice, as some of the career’s you wish to pursue may have changed,” said McGonagall at the end of the lesson. “I’d advice each of you to have at least two career’s in mind when you come, as I have more seventh years to deal with. Also, this year, we will be having a Graduation Ceremony held on the second to last day of the year. Special robes will be worn for this occasion and we will be selling them. The color of the robes will represent your house colors. They can be purchased on the day of the first Hogsmeade visit.” The bell rang and Professor McGonagall waved her hand to the class as a motion that they were allowed to leave.
“Hermione, what are the ingredients to make the Draught of the Living Death? I don’t feel like looking in my book.” asked Ron. They were sitting in a corner in the common room trying to catch up on homework accompanied by Jeanette. “Ron…do I have to tell you everything? Why don’t you ever do your work alone? You know I’m not going to be able to help you on the test, right?” replied Hermione. Ron rolled his eyes and continued to write.
As the common room started to clear, they were the only people left. Harry, who had decided to go to sleep early, bade them goodnight, packed up his bags, and went up to the dormitory. He changed and was about to get into bed when he noticed the golden locket dangling from his neck. He hesitated; took a deep breath and whispered “James, Lily” to the locket. It glowed again and Harry opened it. As the locket levitated off his hand, smoke came out of it and devoured him. He closed his eyes until he hit bare floor and when he finally landed, a nice white house came into focus.
Harry looked around and saw his parents in front of a big fountain dancing to music coming from the water. As they danced and laughed, Lily’s bright red hair flowed through the air and danced along with them. They turned around and Harry saw something gold glint on Lily’s neck. A golden locket; the same one Harry had. After a while, James pointed his wand at the fountain and the music stopped.
Talking, James and Lily made their way back to the house, and Harry, feeling sleepy, felt that it was time to go. Ok, how do I get out of here, thought Harry and then it hit him. In the pensieve, all they had to do was pull themselves up out of the memory. Harry lifted his heel off the floor and smoke surrounded him once again.
Harry hit his bed as he came out of the locket, which fell onto his bedside table. He picked it up, put it around his neck, and instantly fell asleep.
Harry was flying through the sky toward a house. He soared through the window and stood on the bare floor. As he heard voices, he followed them. After about a minute of walking, Harry walked into a room lit only by the fire in the fireplace and a black chair stood in the middle. He could hear a man, sitting on the chair, speaking parseltongue to a snake the slithered in front of him. “Don’t worry, Nagini. The plan is going very well and you will have him very soon. The lure, no doubt, will work. And…” but he broke off as a man apparated next to him. “Master!” bowed the man. He was wearing a hooded black cloak and a mask. “Good new, Lucius?” spat the man sitting on the chair. “Yes Master, the plan is going very well. It will happen on Halloween as planned and the lure with the muggles is underway,” replied Lucius Malfoy. “Very good. What of that mudblood at Hogwarts? After her parents…” “My son is giving me information. He can help a great deal, Master,” said Lucius bowing again. With another loud crack, a woman with long black hair and also draped in black, appeared next to Lucius Malfoy. “My Lord, the spy has news. He wishes he could come to see you himself, but he has orders from Dumbledore and can’t leave or it’ll be suspicious. He will be at Hogwarts when the attack happens and will try to break some enchantments from the castle,” said Bellatrix Lestrange bowing. “No news about the Order of the Phoenix?” spat Voldemort. “No, my lord,” said Bellatrix. “Very well. But don’t think your debts are still paid…after that fiasco at the Ministry…” “My Lord…they were joined by the Order of the…” “You couldn’t handle six kids? How shameful to the Dark Lord…don’t you think? Was the spy there?” added Voldemort. “No Master. But don’t you think? We knew we were battling them. You could have helped…if I can add…I don’t think that…” “Do you question my decision Bella…POTTER!!!” hissed Voldemort standing up and as he waved his hand at the spot Harry stood, Harry’s scar burst with pain.
Harry was twitch in his bed in pain clutching his scar. He got tangled in his sheets and fell off his bed, still twitching on the floor. “Lumos. Harry? Harry! Diffindo!” screamed Ron and the sheets cut apart, though Harry was still twitching. “Aguamenti!” said Ron and a wave of ice cold water hit Harry, and he lay still. “Ron…should I get McGonagall?” asked a panicking Neville. “Yeah…hurry,” said Ron frantically and Neville left. “Harry…Harry…please wake up!” He hit Harry across the face softly a few times, but Harry did not move. The door opened again and Professor McGonagall came rushing in pulling out her wand, accompanied by Neville. “Professor…he just started twitching…I think it’s…” started Ron but with a look from McGonagall that showed that she understood, he stopped talking. She bent down next to Harry and pointed his wand at him. Flashes came out and she was muttering something but Harry did not even move a finger. “Weasley, I think you should come with me,” said McGonagall standing back up. Ron didn’t know how, but he knew that there was something wrong. He had never seen McGonagall look so worried. “Can you…” started McGonagall pointing at Harry. Ron nodded and picked Harry up and carried him. “This should not be a reason to stay up. I want you all to get back to bed.” McGonagall added to the rest of the boys and she walked out followed by Ron.
When they reached the common room, Professor McGonagall raised her wand once more and a silvery patronus of a cat came out the end of it and streaked towards the girl’s dormitory. Minutes later, Hermione came darting down the stairs. “Professor, Harry!” she screamed and ran to Ron. “What happened?” she questioned Ron. “We’ll know when we get to Professor Dumbledore’s office,” replied McGonagall. “Follow me.”
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Aug 11, 2005 19:18:13 GMT -5
“Ring Pop!” said Professor McGonagall to the stone gargoyle minutes later; Hermione’s jaw dropped. The stone gargoyle jumped out of the way and they took the revolving stairs up to Dumbledore’s office. Professor McGonagall’s hand was on the door when they heard voices yet again. “If not you, then who?” asked Dumbledore. His voice was calm but at the same time, sounded dangerous. “I would never Sir, and you should know that. Someone else must be passing information to the Dark Lord…” It was Snape and his voice sounded a little scared. “Yet you remain to call him the Dark Lord…” McGonagall looked like she wanted to listen but didn’t want Ron nor Hermione to hear so she stuck her wand under the door and sent another patronus inside then she opened the door. Dumbledore was standing up behind his desk and Snape was sitting down, looking even paler than ever. “Albus, It’s Potter. He’s…he’s…I don’t even know what he is. I tried everything I know,” said McGonagall. “Thank you, Minerva. Severus, we will continue this later,” said Dumbledore to Snape. “At your command, as always Dumbledore,” said Snape coldly and he left the room. “Ron, put him down on the table,” said Dumbledore to Ron. Ron moved up and laid Harry down on Dumbledore’s table. “What happened?” “I don’t know, Professor. We were all sleeping and we heard him breathing heavily and then he started twitching and fell out of his bed,” replied Ron. Hermione sniffed from a corner and wiped her eyes; she was silently crying. “Come on, Granger, there’s nothing to worry about. Dumbledore will have him right up,” said McGonagall and she helped Hermione to a seat. She conjured two more seats and she and Ron sat down. Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it at Harry, red flashes of light hitting Harry. Hermione turned her head and put it on Ron’s shoulder. She couldn’t watch it.
After about a minute, with a last red flash, Harry gasped as though someone had poured ice cold water on him, and sat bolt up. “Harry!” screeched Hermione and she flung her arms around him almost knocking him off the desk. “Ah, an ancient magic,” muttered Dumbledore. “What happened? How did I…” started Harry standing up on the floor, then he remembered. “Professor, Voldemort has a spy, a spy that’s working for him and feeding him information on the Order. He said the a lure will occur, and it will happen on muggles and the mud…” his eyes opened in shock and he looked at Hermione. “He’s going after you!” “Me?” squeaked Hermione, horrorstruck. “What do you mean, Potter?” asked McGonagall. “Voldemort is going to attack Hermione’s parents and Lucius Malfoy has Draco here watching Hermione. He’s giving them information,” said Harry. “So they’re using one of your best friends to lure you?” asked Dumbledore. “I think,” said Harry. “And how do you know all this?” asked Dumbledore suspiciously. “I… I saw it. I forgot to clear my mind because I…” he held his locket and Dumbledore nodded. “I saw Voldemort talking to Nagini and telling him that the lure was ready. Then Lucius came and told him that the lure was ready then Bellatrix Lestrange apparated in. She told him that the spy said he’d be there and that the spy couldn’t see him because he had order’s from you already.” Dumbledore’s eyes flashed. “But how did Harry even get attacked? I mean, he wasn’t really there,” said McGonagall. “It’s an ancient magic and it would have been worse if Harry was there. That was the way people used to kill before. Grindelwald discovered the Avada Kedavra, but before that, they used another spell to kill. Voldemort, I’m guessing, sensed that someone uninvited was there and he was quick to learn that it was you, even though he couldn’t see you. So, he sent the spell and even though Harry wasn’t there, his mind was and that’s why it affected him so,” said Dumbledore. He walked over to his cabinet and picked up a basin. He put his wand to his temple and put a silvery thought in the Pensieve. “So, someone is taking orders from not only me,” muttered Dumbledore. “Sir, do you think it can be Snape…” started Harry. “Professor Snape, Harry, has my trust and I don’t…” “But it didn’t seem like that from what we overheard, Sir,” said Ron and Dumbledore looked at him. “Minerva, I think you should take them back to Gryffindor tower…” “But my parents!” squealed Hermione. “That will be taken care of, Hermione. I’ll put up guards at your house or if they want, they can move to headquarters. I’m sure Molly will be glad of company. Will you write to them tomorrow and ask if they would mind?” asked Dumbledore politely. “Yes. Thank you so much, Sir,” smiled Hermione and Dumbledore nodded. “Come one, let’s go. Back to bed with you all,” said McGonagall ushering them out of the room. “Harry, may I have a word please?” asked Dumbledore. Harry turned back to him to see Dumbledore frowning a bit. “Sure,” replied Harry and he waved to the others and sat down in front of Dumbledore. Only when the door closed did Dumbledore start talking. “Harry, there is something that I haven’t shared with you yet and I think it’s time for that,” said Dumbledore calmly. He waved his wand and a series of objects appeared on his desk. There was a golden ring with a black stone that had a crack in it, a heavy golden locket with a serpentine “S” on engraved on it, a cup engraved with a badger, and a shiny silver tiara encrusted with diamonds and a Raven made out of diamonds. “What are those for?” asked Harry perplexed. “These are objects that had been transformed into Horcruxes, Harry,” said Dumbledore. “What is a Horcrux?” asked Harry. “A Horcrux is the word used for an object in which a person has concealed part of their soul. You split your soul and hide part of it in an object that’s not the body. Then, if one’s body is attacked or destroyed, one cannot die, for part of the soul remains earthbound and undamaged.” “Wait…I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost…but still…” started Harry. “I was alive,” finished Dumbledore. “You think Voldemort split his soul and put it into these objects?” asked Harry shocked. “Yes. That is how he was able to remain after he killed your parents. Voldemort split his soul six times and the seventh part is still in himself.” “Six times?” yelped Harry. “I’m glad you understand how horrible something like this is. When Tom Riddle resurfaced as Lord Voldemort, he had made some things into Horcruxes but was still looking for things to split his soul even further. To reach…” “Immortality,” finished Harry. “But there are only four there.” Harry pointed to the objects on the table. “That is because you have destroyed the fifth, Harry,” said Dumbledore smiling. “Me?” “Do you remember Riddle’s diary, Harry? That was a Horcrux. That is why Lucius isn’t on very good terms with Voldemort. If he had known how important that diary was, I doubt that he would have wasted it.” “But that means that there is one more…” “Yes. And that is why you are here. I have destroyed these Horcruxes,” he said waving his hand at the objects on his table. “They are nothing more than regular items. Harry, if you understand what I am saying, you will know that if you attempt to destroy Voldemort without destroying the last Horcrux first, and if you succeed…” “He will be able to come back again with the last Horcrux,” finished Harry. “But I don’t know how to destroy Horcruxes. I don’t even know where the last one is.” “But I do. Harry, whenever you see Voldemort, what is with him?” asked Dumbledore and Harry thought. “His snake, Nagini!” yelled Harry. “Yes. And that, is the last Horcrux,” said Dumbledore smiling.
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“He put it in his snake?” asked Harry. “Yes, although it is not advisable,” added Dumbledore. “So I must advise you Harry, do not, try to destroy Voldemort without destroying his snake first. I know that in the end, it will be you and him. I am helping as much as I can, I have discovered these and destroyed them. The Order is also trying.” “Er, ok,” said Harry, his brain hurting a little now. “Ok, Harry, I think you’ve been through enough this night. I think you should get back to bed now,” said Dumbledore waving his wand and the objects disappeared. “Goodnight, Harry.” Harry was at the door when he thought of something. “Professor?” “Yes?” “I noticed that three of those Horcruxes are marked with something that represents three our of the four of the Hogwarts founders,” said Harry. “Very good, Harry. And you’re wondering if the sword of Gryffindor is a Horcrux?” asked Dumbledore. “Yeah. If he made the rest a Horcrux, he could have made that one a Horcrux too,” said Harry. “I have thought of that, Harry and I have detected that Gryffindor’s sword is not a Horcrux,” said Dumbledore smiling. “Ok. Goodnight, Professor,” said Harry and when he reached out to grab the doorknob, the door swung open and Kingsley Shacklebolt stepped in. Harry smiled at him but he didn’t return the favor. Harry looked down to see him pulling his sleeve over something on his left forearm. Harry raised an eyebrow but said nothing and left.
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“Looks like Dumbledore doesn’t trust Snape anymore,” said Harry at breakfast the next morning. Hermione and Ron had told him what they overheard the previous night. “Looks like he’s back to his Death Eater ways.” “Snape was a Death Eater?” asked Jeanette horrorstruck. “Yeah. Didn’t Dumbledore ever tell you?” asked Hermione. “No! He doesn’t tell me a lot of things,” replied Jeanette. “Yes, mail’s here!” said Hermione looking up. Owls were zooming all around the Great Hall. Harry also looked up and saw Hedwig soaring towards them. She soared to Hermione first and placed a letter down on her lap and then went to Harry. “Who did you write to?” asked Ron. “My parents. I couldn’t wait so I wrote to them yesterday night,” replied Hermione ripping the envelope as another owl soared towards her holding her daily subscription of the Daily Prophet. “Yes! I’ll give this to Dumbledore later,” said Hermione beaming and she picked up the Daily Prophet.
Harry gave Hedwig some bacon and a sip of his pumpkin juice and she flew off. He opened the letter to see that it was from Lupin.
Harry, How are you? How has school been for you lately? I’m just writing to see how you are doing, I figure you don’t get any mail. Molly, Tonks, and everyone else says hi. How is Hermione and Ron? Hope you all are keeping out of trouble. I expect I’ll be seeing you over Christmas. Take care of yourself, Harry.
Sincerely, Remus Lupin
Harry smiled as he pocketed the letter. He thought it was nice of Lupin to write now that Sirius couldn’t. “Who was that from?” asked Ron. “Professor Lupin. Just seeing how we are,” replied Harry. “You know what’s been bothering me, from what you told me, it sounds like if something happened to…” “Oh no! That’s horrible!” exclaimed Hermione. “What happened?” asked Jeanette, Ron, and Harry in unison. “Emmeline Vance, she’s dead,” said Hermione looking at them. “Isn’t that lady from the Order?” asked Harry shocked. “Yeah. She was captured by Death Eaters and killed. This is horrible! And to top it off, Diagon Alley has been emptied!” she added. “What do you mean?” asked Ron, who’s twin brothers worked there. “Well, not all stores. Fred and George’s store is still open. But the prophet thinks that people like Mr. Olivander has been also captured. His store has been abandoned, along with other stores,” said Hermione. “Whoa,” muttered Ron. “That must be what Dumbledore and Snape was talking about. Snape said someone else was passing information to Voldemort. Maybe someone in the Order has turned to Voldemort’s side, or is under the Imperius Curse,” said Hermione fearfully. “This is getting scarier each day. This whole war,” said Jeanette. “But on a slightly happier note, Dumbledore has been made Minister of Magic,” said Hermione pointing to the front page where a picture of Dumbledore could be seen.
With another whoosh, owls flew into the Great Hall again. “Mail doesn’t come twice,” said Ron confused. “Oh…it’s not mail,” said Jeanette smiling. Four owls soared over to them and deposited what looked like a newspaper on the table in front of them. “The Hogwart’s Inquiry. I’ve been waiting for this,” said Hermione already flipping through it while Harry glanced at the front page. At the very top, a train was zipping across the page with the words “The Hogwart’s Inquiry” on it and below that were the pictures of the four writers of the paper. At the far left was a boy Harry noticed as Anthony Brackshaw, next to him was Jeanette and then Pansy Parkinson. At the far right was a blonde boy with a camera around his neck; Colin Creevey. “Are you serious? Oh my God, turn to page 4,” said Hermione in a fit of laughter. They all turned to the page and Harry saw in bold letters at the top, “103 Ways to Annoy, Harass, Confuse or Generally Scare You-Know-Who!” and then in little letter, “Sure-fire ways to get yourself killed, or at least Crucio’d round the block and back again. By Anthony Brackshaw!” Harry laughed and read the first one. “Number one, ask him why he ‘doesn’t have such a cool scar?’” read Harry out loud laughing. “I feel sorry for the person who asks him that one,” said Hermione. Harry turned to the Ravenclaw table to see Anthony laughing with a few friends. “Hey, Brackshaw!” yelled Harry and he turned around. “Nice one!” “Thanks, Potter!” said Anothony. “Number thirteen, call him ‘The-man-who-let-the-boy-live,” laughed Ron. “One-hundred and one, Be Harry Potter. Be alive,” said Jeanette shrugging. “Yeah, that’ll work,” said Harry.
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Aug 11, 2005 23:03:26 GMT -5
please review guys...the next chapter after this one is also done ;D
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Post by Lyss118 on Aug 12, 2005 22:08:46 GMT -5
that was super long.... the way you're blending the HBP with this story is nice.. really smooth! I'm also sort of confused about the whole harrys-vision/dream things... well im very confused... he got attacked? what? twitching??
anyway, i also thought it was wierd that there were two lockets... i thought you might have made Harry's into the horcrux or something... i guess not... i would say post more soon, but you've posted way more than i expected!! It was also nice that you had things such as Quidditch and Ron's h/w and Potions class and stuff.. a lot of fanfics i've read don't have include that, and it takes away from the wholesome qualities of a proper fanfic... did that make sense?? its just better with sub-plots!!yay!!
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Aug 12, 2005 22:10:49 GMT -5
lol...well the next chapter is ready...i'm just waiting for more reivews first
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Aug 12, 2005 23:04:20 GMT -5
oh i guess i forgot to explain the dream thing a little more...well...when someone else invades another person's dream, and don't want to leave (in Harry's case, he couldn't help it), there is a way that you can attack them. Voldemort used an ancient spell that was before Grindelwald's time. That spell, like the Avada Kedavra, kills. He tried to kill Harry because he sensed that Harry was there but since Harry wasn't really there, atleast not in physical form, it didn't affect him as it would have. better? ;D ;D people please review
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Post by Lyss118 on Aug 12, 2005 23:13:02 GMT -5
uhh i guess i sorta get it now...(i still think Voldemort would have stopped harry from seeing what they were talking about...and who sends spells through dreams??? also.. what, are these ppl insomniacs?? they are always planning junk right when Harry is sleepin... ALWAYS when harry is sleepin.. )
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Post by Christina on Aug 12, 2005 23:32:09 GMT -5
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omfg, i cant believe you put the 103 ways to annoy voldemort in ur story. that thing is so effing hilarious. i LOVE that u put that in there. that be harry potter be alive one is the best. ha. omg. i still cant get over that. i was laughing my ass off. ha. omg. im sry, but i love that list. its great. wow, i think imma go and read the rest of em now.
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Post by Christina on Aug 12, 2005 23:39:21 GMT -5
uhh i guess i sorta get it now...(i still think Voldemort would have stopped harry from seeing what they were talking about...and who sends spells through dreams??? also.. what, are these ppl insomniacs?? they are always planning junk right when Harry is sleepin... ALWAYS when harry is sleepin.. ) haha that is true. i wonder why that is. wow, i think i am a little hyper tonight. lol. this is worse thatn the time i stayed up all night drinking Fuze and eating doritoes and watching Once Upon A Time In Mexico on HBO. I guess im a little hyper cuz i had some mudslide. o, kc, can u post the list for me cuz i cant get it on this comp. also, remind me to post another list on here that i dont think yall have seen. its called 50 things im no longer allowed to do at hogwarts. i was going to somehow incorporate those into my fanfic. lol. great minds think alike. ha. but ya, imma go now. but seriously, remind me to post the list. PM me or something
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