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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Sept 15, 2005 17:06:05 GMT -5
THX
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Post by halfblood on Oct 5, 2005 15:17:34 GMT -5
I just started reading and only finished the first chapter..already wow! can't wait to read more, I have to say I love the detail you have...like Tonks finally learning how to pack Harry's things neatly when in Ootp she couldn't do it properly.
Edited: Just read the second chapter, I love Godrics Hollow and the headquarters of the Ootp.
Edited2: just finished reading chapter 5...wow! Love the locket, can't wait to see what happens. I got so scared when Hedwig got hit..
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Oct 5, 2005 16:53:14 GMT -5
thx...hope u'll keep reading...too bad i haven't had the chance to write anymore of my chapters. stupid skool lol
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Nov 25, 2005 10:20:41 GMT -5
Chapter 11: Snape Victorious
The days flew by, the Quidditch matches blurred past, and life was becoming increasingly difficult for Harry Potter. Voldemort was out there, somewhere, the N.E.W.T exams were looming ever closer, (Hermione was in a right state) and Harry was training and drilling the Quidditch team harder than ever. Worst of all, their Defense Against the Dark Art’s classes were getting tougher than they estimated.
When they entered one of their last Defense Against the Dark Arts classes for that term, they were in for a hard lesson. When they walked in the class, they noticed pictures that hadn’t been there before. Many of them showed people who appeared to be in pain, or with contorted body parts. They all took their seats, took out their books, and waited for Professor McClaggan to speak.
“I have not asked you to take out your books,” he said looking around at the class. With a shuffle, they all put their books back into their bags. “Dumbledore wishes for me to speak to you and he thinks, and so do I, that it is time for this. I want your fullest attention.” He set off around the room, limping with every other step, and speaking now in a stern and important voice.
“The Dark Arts,” said McClaggan, “are many, diverse, ever-changing, and eternal. Fighting them is like fighting a many-headed monster, which, each time a neck is severed, sprouts a head even fiercer and cleverer than before. You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutating, indestructible” and as he said that last word, he whispered it in a way that made shivers run down the necks of all the students. Harry exchanged glances with Hermione as McClaggan started again.
“Your defenses,” he started louder this time, “must therefore be as flexible and inventive as the arts you seek to undo. These pictures” he pointed to a few of them as he swept past, “give a fair representation of what happens to those who suffer, for instance, the Cruciatus Curse” – he waved a hand toward a wizard who was clearly shrieking in agony – “feel the Dementor’s Kiss” – a witch lying huddled and blank-eyed, slumped against a wall – “or provoke the aggression of the Inferius” – a bloody mass upon the ground.
“So that means that an Inferius has been seen then?” asked Hermione. “So it is true, like the Daily Prophet said. Lord Voldemort is using them then?” Several people flinched at Voldemort’s name but Professor McClaggan smiled and addressed Hermione.
“You are right, Miss Granger. The Dark Lo…” his eyes widened and so did Harry’s but no one else around the room seemed to notice, “Lord Voldemort has used Inferi in the past which means you would be well-advised to assume he might use them again. Now, I assume that I am right to say that you have never practiced nonverbal spells in this class. Though I know some of you are capable of performing mediocre spells nonverbally but that is not what I am looking for. What is the advantage of a nonverbal spell?”
Hermione’s and Jeanette’s hand shot into the air; Professor McClaggan nodded at Hermione.
“Your adversary has no warning about what kind of magic you’re about to perform which gives you a split-second advantage,” said Hermione importantly.
“Very good, five points to Gryffindor. Those who progress to using magic without shouting incantations gain an element of surprise in their spell-casting. Not all wizards can do this, of course; it is a question of concentration and mind power which some lack. So, with that note, you will divide into pairs. One partner will attempt to jinx the other without speaking. The other will attempt to repel the jinx in equal silence. Carry on.”
Thinking of the D.A group he conducted about two years ago, Harry smiled knowing that they would have a better chance of performing the Shield Charm. None of them had ever cast the charm without speaking, however. Many people were simply whispering the incantation instead of saying it aloud though. Within about ten minutes into the lesson Hermione managed to repel Jeanette’s Jelly-Legs Jinx without muttering a single word and Jeanette managed to repel her stunning charm. This feat earned them twenty points each for Gryffindor.
Ron, who partnered with Harry, only managed to send sparks from his wand.
About a half and hour into the lesson, someone rapped hard on the door and in stepped in Snape. Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched as he swept over to McClaggan and whispered something in his ear. McClaggan frowned and turned to the class.
“I am needed elsewhere at this moment. Professor Snape here will take over for the rest of the lesson. By next lesson, we should all be able to repel a simple jinx or charm without speaking,” and with that, he left the class, closing the door behind him. Snape turned to the class and sneered.
“Well, continue,” he said and as the class started nonverbal spells again, he walked around the class. He stopped to watch Ron, who was purple in the face.
“Pathetic, Weasley,” said Snape, after a while. “Here…” He turned his pitch black wand on Harry so fast that Harry forgot all thought of nonverbal spells.
“Protego,” yelled Harry. His Shield Charm was so strong Snape was knocked off-balance and hit a desk. The whole class looked around and watched as Snape got up.
“Nonverbal, Potter!” he shouted and spun his wand on Harry again. Harry was ready. He concentrated as hard as he can and as a purple jet of light came his way, he waved his wand and the jet of light deflected and hit a window, which shattered. Harry turned to see another jinx already coming at him so he dived out of the way and it hit a desk. Hermione was gasping and muttering things that no one could hear and Ron was looked dumbstruck.
“Potter has just demonstrated a proper nonverbal use of the Shield Charm,” said Snape walking towards Harry casually with his wand still pointing at him.
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Nov 25, 2005 10:21:30 GMT -5
What the hell is he doing? Trying to kill me, thought Harry. He turned behind the desk and muttered something to the desk and it shrunk into a pencil. He jumped up and waved his wand at Snape, who was too late. The spell hit him in the face and he doubled backwards.
The whole class watched as bogies started to grow on his face. In an instant, they became bat-like and started attacking his face. Snape waved his wand at his face and they were gone.
“Well, well, well, Potter. Attacking a teacher…” but he never finished because at the minute, the bell rang and they all were eager to leave. Harry was one of the first people to leave but Snape did not try to stop him but just watched as he left.
“What the hell is he playing at?” asked Ron outraged when they got out of the class. “Trying to kill Harry…”
“Don’t be stupid, Ron. He wasn’t trying to kill Harry…” started Hermione.
“What Hermione! Didn’t you just see what happened? He just turned his wand on him like…”
“Ron! He wasn’t trying to hurt Harry,” said Jeanette.
“He was trying to help him,” said Hermione annoyed. “Can’t you see it Ron?”
“What I saw what Snape attacking Harry, Hermione!” yelled Ron and he turned to walk away but Jeanette pulled him back and locked lips with him. Hermione’s jaw dropped and Harry just smiled. When they pulled away, Ron’s whole face and ears were red.
“Will you listen now?” asked Jeanette who had turned a little pink. Ron opened his mouth but nothing came out so he closed it. “Don’t you think that Snape was actually trying to help him? He’s trying to help Harry with nonverbal spells because he’ll need it in the end. He wasn’t trying to hurt him or he could have and acted like it was a mistake.”
“Exactly, Ron. That’s why he was so calm at the end of class. He knew Harry could perform nonverbal spells. Then he tried to redeem himself at the end of class by trying to take away points,” said Hermione.
“So you’re saying that Snape is really on our side?” asked Harry.
“Well, Dumbledore seems to think so and I’m starting to think that he is,” said Hermione shrugging and she began to walk again and they followed her.
“Ok, so the spy is Kingsley! I’m right then!” Harry said.
“Oh gosh, Harry. Are you still on about that?” said Hermione
“Well you trust Snape, don’t you? Shacklebolt is the only other person that we suspect,” said Ron. “And by the way, Dumbledore doesn’t seem to trust Snape anymore, does he?”
“He was just questioning him from what you three said, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t trust him,” said Jeanette.
“Potter?” said a voice behind them. They turned to see McGonagall walking towards them wearing a stern look on her face; her bright green cloak billowing behind her.
“Yes, Professor?” replied Harry, hoping that they weren’t overheard.
“A word in my office please,” she said waving her wand at a door on their left and the door opened. Harry turned to the others.
“I’ll see you later, then,” said Harry and he went inside the classroom. Professor McGonagall stared at the three of them before walking in and closing the door behind her.
“Take a seat, Potter,” said McGonagall beckoning to the chair in front of her desk. Harry sat down and McGonagall sat opposite him. Was he in trouble for talking about Snape in public or was it something else?
“Am I in trouble, Professor?” asked Harry innocently.
“I should assume that you know why you’re here, Potter,” replied McGonagall gazing at him through her glasses. “Talking about issues that concern the Order in public! That was very foolish of you.”
“Er,” started Harry.
“I don’t want to hear an explanation, Potter. Under these conditions, things like that should be kept quiet and if told to someone, the person should be Professor Dumbledore. I believe that he has told you countless times that he trusts Professor Snape?” asked McGonagall.
“Yes but…”
“Then we should trust him also.”
“Professor, you can’t seriously tell me that you trust Snape. I know you don’t.”
“I trust Professor Dumbledore so…” started McGonagall a little louder now.
“So Dumbledore can’t be wrong? Even he himself says he isn’t perfect, Professor,” added Harry to make him sound more respectful. McGonagall sighed.
“Have a drink, Potter,” she said taking out her wand again.
“What?” asked Harry.
“Have a drink,” she said again and she waved her wand. Two wine glasses full of honey-colored liquid appeared in the middle of the table. “Madam Rosmerta’s finest oak-matured mead. Dumbledore’s favorite.” She passed Harry one.
“Er, thanks, Professor,” said Harry awkwardly. He took a sip of the mead and then took a bit more. He never tasted anything like it, but he loved it. McGonagall took a sip of hers and continued.
“Harry, what you have to understand is that this is a time where you have to trust people. Difficult times are ahead and soon you have to choose between what is right, and what is easy. Professor Snape has shown that he is trustworthy. He has been doing jobs for the Order that none would even dare to do,” McGonagall said seriously.
“But no one has yet to tell us what those jobs are…”
“If you must know, Professor Snape has been reporting to You-Know- I mean, Voldemort. Upon V…Voldemort’s return in your fourth year, he returned to his side,” Harry opened his mouth to say something but Professor McGonagall cut him off. “Let me finish, please, Potter.”
She stood up and started pacing.
“He told Voldemort that he was always biding his time. You see, before Voldemort’s downfall, he gave Professor Snape a mission. He was to stay at Hogwarts as a spy but Professor Snape switched over to our side before his downfall. So as I was saying, he told Voldemort a story, and as an accomplished Legilimens, Voldemort couldn’t penetrate his mind any further to find out the truth. He has been supposedly feeding information to Lord Voldemort, but he doesn’t know that the information he is getting is false,” said McGonagall.
“But, Professor, remember that night when I had the dream about Voldemort, Professor Dumbledore didn’t sound like he trusted Snape, and you know it,” he added. Professor McGonagall eyed him and sat back down. She drank the rest of her mead and sighed.
“Potter…”
“Its ok, Professor. But I do have something to tell you. On Halloween…” he started.
“Ah, yes. I daresay I am about to discover where you and Miss. Granger snuck out of school even with all the warnings?” asked McGonagall with a slight smile on her face.
“Er, yeah. Well, I didn’t see Snape or Kingsley Shacklebolt there. And Kingsley has been acting strangely. That night when I left Professor Dumbledore’s office, I saw him and he hid something that was on his left forearm and gave me a weird look. Then at the Halloween feast, he looked like there was something wrong and he kept on touching his left forearm. As you already may know, the Dark Mark is embossed on every Death Eater’s left forearm and Voldemort did say that there was going to be a spy at Hogwarts and I think…”
“Kingsley Shacklebolt, a spy?” screeched McGonagall. “Potter, are you sure the mead…”
“Professor, how many times have all of you disregarded what I say, and I end up right…” he started but he was distracted as a burst of flame appeared in midair above the table. A parchment fell from it. McGonagall snatched it up instantly and read it.
“I am needed somewhere, Potter,” she said standing up. Harry drank the rest of his mead and stood up also. She waved her wand and the glasses disappeared.
“I shall make sure to inform Dumbledore about your speculations,” she said walking to the door and opening it.
“Thank you, Professor,” muttered Harry as he walked out of the door. He took a few steps before McGonagall called him back.
“Potter!”
“Yes, Professor?”
“Be careful,” she said.
***
Snow was swirling against the icy windows once more; Christmas was approaching fast. Most Gryffindors could be seen in their common room in front of the fire place. But for Harry, this meant a little more work. It was a couple of days before the last match and he was training the team harder than ever.
“Great job!” shouted Harry to the team the night after their last practice. “If you guys play like this, we’ll flatten Slytherin on Saturday. I think you all deserve a rest so we won’t practice tomorrow. You guys have really improved. Best team Hogwarts has ever seen since I’ve been here if you ask me. Now go take a rest.”
The rest of the team smiled at him and headed for the changing rooms. Ginny, Jeanette, Ron, and Harry stayed behind though.
“I’m not going into the changing rooms. I’m just gonna go up and take a shower, then bed,” said Ginny yawning.
“Here, I’ll go up with you. Ron, Jeanette, can you two put away the balls?” asked Harry with a slight smirk on his face. Ron narrowed his eyes at him but nodded.
“Think it’s gonna work?” asked Ginny as they walked back into the castle.
“They really like each other and they’ve snogged. Ron is just too scared,” replied Harry. “What’s up with you and Dean?”
“We broke up,” sighed Ginny.
“What? Why?” snapped Harry.
“He was being a total jerk. Plus, I wasn’t really interested in him anymore,” Ginny said.
“Oh, what…” started Harry but at that minute, he let out a gasp of air as if he was drenched in cold water as a water balloon fell on his head. “What – the – bloody – hell…” They looked up to see Peeves cackling and holding red water balloons.
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Nov 25, 2005 10:22:12 GMT -5
“Hahahaha…one down…” cackled Peeves.
“That…” started Harry drawing his wand but Ginny already had hers out.
“Go, Peeves!” shouted Ginny.
“Oh? Potty got himself a giiiirlfriend? She needs wetting too!” squealed Peeves and he drew his hand back to throw a balloon at Ginny but Ginny was ready.
“Diffindo!” cried Ginny and the water balloon popped and sprayed water on Peeves.
“You little rank…”
“Impedimenta!” exclaimed Ginny and Peeves went soaring down the corridor out of sight, cursing as he went.
“You ok?” asked Ginny pocketing her wand.
“Yeah, I’ll be glad once this year is over and I’m away from that Poltergeist,” snarled Harry drying off the water in his hair with his wand. “It’s freezing!”
“Well c’mon. Let’s get to the common room!” said Ginny and they walked down the corridor.
Harry decided when he reached the common room, to take a nice long hot bath in the prefect’s bath before he went to sleep. After the days practice, he really felt like he needed it. So he put on his bathrobe, wearing underwear underneath, pulled on his invisibility cloak, and left; the marauder’s map in his hand.
“Mistletoe!” muttered Harry to the door of the prefect’s bathroom. The password changed at the beginning of the Christmas season. The door clicked open and he opened the door slowly just in case someone was in there. He walked in to see bubbles and water already in the giant bath. He silently walked towards the bath to see a pair of feet disappear under the pink bubbles and foam. Curious to see who is was, Harry decided not to leave just yet. His view turned to the end of the bath where a head was erupting from the water and he gasped. Sleek, wet, brown hair came out of the water sparkling as if glitter had been poured in the water. Next came a girls face with closed eyes.
“Hermione!” whispered Harry. Hermione opened her eyes abruptly and looked directly at the spot where Harry was.
“Who’s there?” she asked. Harry didn’t move. Hermione got out of water, dressed in a pink bikini, and walked towards Harry. He held his breath until she reached him, bent down, and picked up a towel. She wrapped herself in the towel and started to leave. He let out his breath and turned around to see Hermione staring right at him smirking.
“Hi Harry!” she said and she threw her arms around him, both hugging and pushing them both into the water. They both came up laughing.
“Looks like your cloak and robe fell off!” said Hermione.
“How’d you know it was me?” asked Harry.
“Wild guess,” replied Hermione and she went under the water. Harry took a breath and went under too but didn’t see anybody. He searched around and figured that she might be wearing the invisibility cloak. He went back up for breath and saw her smirking at him.
“You’re too easy, Harry,” she said and leaned in and kissed him. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity and were broken apart only by a loud shriek. They turned and saw Moaning Myrtle in tears.
“Myrtle…what’s wrong?” asked Harry confused.
“You! And her!” she shrieked.
“What?” asked Harry still confused.
“She’s jealous, Harry,” said Hermione rolling her eyes.
“Nobody likes Myrtle; she’s an annoying, poor, little, ugly, GHOST!” she flew into the air and out the ceiling.
“I think we better get going before she comes back,” said Hermione and she kissed Harry again before getting out of the bath. They put on their robes and left the bathroom.
Harry put his wand to his temple and extracted a silver strand of thought and placed it in the Pensieve. He was in the dormitory still waiting for Ron to come up. He still was putting away the Quidditch balls with Jeanette. He was about to fall asleep when the door opened and Ron came in, his face red like burning coal.
“Where have you been?” hissed Harry.
“You told me to put away the balls with Jeanette,” said Ron taking off his robes.
“Yeah, that doesn’t take an hour to do!” said Harry getting out of bed. “Wait, your blushing!”
“No I’m not,” replied Ron turning away. He climbed into bed.
“You asked her out didn’t you?” said Harry excited.
“Shhhh! Ok, I did.”
“And?”
“She said yeah,” said Ron smirking. Harry collapsed on his bed laughing.
“Finally!” said Harry. They talked for a few more minutes before they fell asleep.
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Lyss118
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*~Not eVerYthiNg is aS it seEms~*
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Post by Lyss118 on Nov 27, 2005 9:13:19 GMT -5
Kc, wouldn't the Map TELL him whether or not someone was in the bathroom? That wawy he would KnOw that Hermione was in there. I JUST noticed that.
Otherwise... It's a chapter. And a chapter's better than no chapter. Actually i think it's pretty good, even though you told me you hate it. That was this one, right? McClaggen!!!!!
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Nov 27, 2005 14:51:41 GMT -5
lol yea i just noticed that too....well the next chapter is BETTER so there!!!! lol i didn't like this one till i re-read it then i was like hmmm its ok i guess
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Lyss118
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Post by Lyss118 on Nov 27, 2005 21:40:49 GMT -5
*ahem* What about the MAP, Kc... the map! I think you should FIX it?
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Nov 28, 2005 15:25:18 GMT -5
i think not...that'll just waste time
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Lyss118
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Post by Lyss118 on Dec 2, 2005 20:24:57 GMT -5
Waste Time??? ohm. All you have to do is backspace the fact that he had the map with him. But whatever. If you don't want your fic to be the BEST it could be, then whatever.
I'm only an obsessive compulsive perfectionist.
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Dec 2, 2005 21:17:14 GMT -5
yes...you are!!! :-D
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Lyss118
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Post by Lyss118 on Dec 3, 2005 13:17:49 GMT -5
Yeah, that's why it takes me like 10 minutes to post. I have to make sure all my spelling is correct and whatnot. I believe my last post took me bout 15 minutes. Not because I'm slow.... Because I'm the BEST. haha, just kidding. I just like to as correct as humanly possible.
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Dec 3, 2005 14:37:03 GMT -5
gosh gurl ur wierd
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Lyss118
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Post by Lyss118 on Dec 4, 2005 21:12:10 GMT -5
Yeah, What else is new? Where's Chapter 12? You were talking about how it was accepted at Mugglenet, but why isnt it here?
Or are you trying to tease/bait the readers into reviewing? It might work better if you ended with a huge cliffy...
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