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trying to defeat an evil that just wont die. I make millions of dollars
every year because of my successful books which are being made into movies.
Yeah, right. (just so no one sues me I was joking.they belong to Rowling)
A/N: Dashes (/) are Harry's thoughts. Asterisks (*) are Draco's thoughts. Carrots (^) are other peoples thoughts. I know it's a little confusing but you should be able to figure it out in context.
Harry was bored out of his mind. Hermione and Ron were bickering about a spell again. They were in the middle of Charms. This time they were learning how to use a simple memory charm. Harry turned around to watch Neville Longbottom tap his wand twice on his frog and say "Memoriendo Asturious!" His frog turned an interesting shade of pink. "Damnitt! Why won't this work?" he yelled at the now pink frog. Harry had to stifle his laughter. Neville was very bad at spells and everyone knew it. At least he hadn't blown himself up. Hermione stopped lecturing Ron long enough to tell Neville "It is said 'Asturiouso', not 'Asturious'." Hermione and Ron were Harry's partners, and if they didn't stop arguing they probably wouldn't get any work done. Harry was about to tell them to just shut up and get on with the charm when he heard "Memorieno Aturio!" and everything went black. Harry opened his eyes to Madam Pomfrey's concerned face. "What happened?" "Harry, dear, you were hit by one of Neville's spells." Harry looked around to see he was in the infirmary, with a very concerned and very sheepish Neville waiting patiently in the corner. ^I hope he doesn't curse me. It was just an accident.^ Harry replied, "Why would I curse you? Like you said, it was just an accident." Neville looked at him, an odd expression on his face. ^Did I say that out loud? I couldn't have said that out loud. Maybe I should be in one of those beds, too.^ Harry looked back at Madam Pomfrey, the same expression on her face. ^Was he just talking to himself? This isn't a good sign. Nope, not a good sign at all.^ "Well, have I lost my memory?" Harry inquired. She raised an eyebrow, "You tell me. Where are you?" "Hogwarts." "What is your name?" "Harry Potter." "Who did you defeat?" "Lord Voldemort." She flinched. "What class were you just in?" "Charms with Hermione and Ron." "Sounds like you are fine. You had a concussion but I took care of that." Harry assumed he had hit his head on the floor when he was knocked out. "Do you feel strange at all?" Madam Pomfrey asked him at his slightly dazed expression. ^Something must have happened to him with that spell. Spells don't just go away without consequences.^ Harry was watching her face intently. Her lips weren't moving. /What the fuck is happening? Did I just hear her thoughts?? But I couldn't have.its not possible. Okay, maybe it is. This is the wizarding world. Oh fuck this shit. What the hell did Neville do to me?/
A/N: Dashes (/) are Harry's thoughts. Asterisks (*) are Draco's thoughts. Carrots (^) are other peoples thoughts. I know it's a little confusing but you should be able to figure it out in context.
Harry was bored out of his mind. Hermione and Ron were bickering about a spell again. They were in the middle of Charms. This time they were learning how to use a simple memory charm. Harry turned around to watch Neville Longbottom tap his wand twice on his frog and say "Memoriendo Asturious!" His frog turned an interesting shade of pink. "Damnitt! Why won't this work?" he yelled at the now pink frog. Harry had to stifle his laughter. Neville was very bad at spells and everyone knew it. At least he hadn't blown himself up. Hermione stopped lecturing Ron long enough to tell Neville "It is said 'Asturiouso', not 'Asturious'." Hermione and Ron were Harry's partners, and if they didn't stop arguing they probably wouldn't get any work done. Harry was about to tell them to just shut up and get on with the charm when he heard "Memorieno Aturio!" and everything went black. Harry opened his eyes to Madam Pomfrey's concerned face. "What happened?" "Harry, dear, you were hit by one of Neville's spells." Harry looked around to see he was in the infirmary, with a very concerned and very sheepish Neville waiting patiently in the corner. ^I hope he doesn't curse me. It was just an accident.^ Harry replied, "Why would I curse you? Like you said, it was just an accident." Neville looked at him, an odd expression on his face. ^Did I say that out loud? I couldn't have said that out loud. Maybe I should be in one of those beds, too.^ Harry looked back at Madam Pomfrey, the same expression on her face. ^Was he just talking to himself? This isn't a good sign. Nope, not a good sign at all.^ "Well, have I lost my memory?" Harry inquired. She raised an eyebrow, "You tell me. Where are you?" "Hogwarts." "What is your name?" "Harry Potter." "Who did you defeat?" "Lord Voldemort." She flinched. "What class were you just in?" "Charms with Hermione and Ron." "Sounds like you are fine. You had a concussion but I took care of that." Harry assumed he had hit his head on the floor when he was knocked out. "Do you feel strange at all?" Madam Pomfrey asked him at his slightly dazed expression. ^Something must have happened to him with that spell. Spells don't just go away without consequences.^ Harry was watching her face intently. Her lips weren't moving. /What the fuck is happening? Did I just hear her thoughts?? But I couldn't have.its not possible. Okay, maybe it is. This is the wizarding world. Oh fuck this shit. What the hell did Neville do to me?/