A Year To Remember - by grahm_craker_gal
Chapter One
* *Please note that many of the characters' positions have been changed. Harry is very popular, as are the people he hangs out with. Hermione is a friendless book worm. Also, Ginny and Ron are now twins, making her a seventh year also. Just wanted to let you know!* *
It was cold and dark, but that was to be expected, seeing as it was two o'clock in the morning. Harry, Ron, Dean, Seamus, Ginny, Pavarti, and Lavender were all sitting by the lake, waiting for Neville Longbottom to come. They were, in their opinions and according to the general consensus of the school, the coolest group to ever set foot in Hogwarts. Neville, a chubby seventh year, was so eager to join the gang that he had jumped at the chance to fly a broom into the lake to become one of them.
However, Neville was late and Dean was getting impatient. He took a break from making out with Pavarti and asked in an exasperated manner, "He here yet?"
Dean's best friend, Seamus replied, "Nope."
Pavarti, Dean's girlfriend, sat up looking ruffled and said sarcastically, "Maybe you scared him."
Ron unbuckled his belt and said, "Probably. Anyway, I gotta take a massive piss."
The group, used to Ron's immature antics, all looked away in mock disgust. "Dude, do that somewhere else," scoffed Seamus.
Ron shrugged and walked slowly over to some bushes. Harry, who had finished fiddling with the radio, was now also getting bored. "Ok, anyone got any beer?" He asked.
Pavarti replied, "We finished it all back in the dorms, besides, you've had enough." With that she enveloped Dean in a hug and they went back to their previous activity.
Ginny then spoke up with a voice to freeze fire, "I've got one. It's not cold... but it's your's if you want it." Ginny and Harry had gone out for a long time last year, but at the beginning of seventh year, Harry had broken up with her. Ginny was never the nicest person, but after their brake-up she'd become especially mean towards him.
Ron, who returned from his "business" just in time to hear this chuckled and said, "Sure, all you gotta do is sit up, beg, roll over, and shake that booty."
"Thanks a lot, Ron," Ginny icily muttered.
Ron, choosing to ignore this, decided to change the topic to the night's upcoming events. "This is gonna be so sweet," he said.
Dean pushed Pavarti aside again and responded, "I'm glad I thought of it."
"You guys are animals..." Pavarti said, annoyed at being disregarded.
Dean, who took offense to things very easily, started to yell, "Hey! You've been talking shit," and then lowered his voice after Seamus hit him. You never knew what teachers could and couldn't hear. "You've been talking shit the whole time here," he continued in quieter voice, shoving her to the ground, "Why don't you just be quiet?"
"Hey, hey!" said Harry, who held back Dean, "You know how it is."
"What's the matter with you?" whimpered Pavarti from the ground.
Ginny stood up and brushed the dirt off her pants. "Listen, if he's not coming, I want to go to bed."
Dean turned to Ginny and commented, "Hey, Ginny, I got an idea. Why don't you sleep by yourself for once?"
Ginny glared at him and countered, "I wasn't talking to you, Dean." Then she turned back to Harry. "Harry, will you take me back to the dorms?"
Harry was annoyed. Ginny knew it was over between them..
. "You know the answer to that already," he said, looking away.
"Hey," said Seamus, draping his arm around Ginny, "I'd be willing to help you with your, uh, night time preparations," he snickered as his arm drifted downward, "So what do you say, baby?"
Ginny looked disgusted and batted his hand away.
"He's here!" Dean exclaimed excitedly.
Just then, Neville rounded the corner so he was in full view. "What a loser," muttered Ron.
Neville shyly greeted them with a timid "Hi."
"You're late," Dean said as the others snickered, "I told you to be here midnight. It's past two. Think you can remember next time?"
"Yes, of course, sorry," Neville stammered, completely flustered.
"No need to be embarrassed," said Harry, leading him over to a clearing. The others walk behind the two boys, anxious and excited. "Okay, here's the deal," he explained, handing Neville an old school broom "You're gonna take this broom and fly up until I tell you to stop. Make sure you go over the lake. Then, just fly strait down. That's it! Then you're one of us. You ready?" Harry then began to take off his clothes, leaving on just his boxers.
"I guess I'm ready..." Neville said, slightly horrified.
"You GUESS you're ready?" asked Ron.
"Yeah, I'm ready," said Neville, more decisively this time.
"Alright man! Let's do this!" Shouted Seamus.
Neville then follows Harry's lead and takes off his clothes. The two of them grab brooms and go up 150 feet or so.
"It's a piece of cake, man," Harry lied, "Hell, I'm going with you!"
"How... How.. How deep is it?" Asked Neville nervously.
"Don't really know. How 'bout we find out?" replied Harry, hitting him on the arm.
"You've done this?" Asked Neville suspiciously.
"Yeah, we've all done this," Harry reassures him. "On three. Okay, one, two, THREE!"
Clay dives strait down, thinking Harry's with him. Harry, however, stays where he is and watches. Neville hurtles towards the water and makes impact with a huge splash. Everyone laughs, but then Neville's motionless body submerges and everyone's deathly silent.
"Oh my god!" Pavarti gasped.
"Oh shit! Oh, holy shit!" Dean said, shocked.
Ginny, concerned for once in her life, yells, "Harry, he's hurt!"
Pavarti runs after Dean who's gone to the bank of the river. "What the hell happened? Is he okay?" she asked, worried.
"Harry, get down here!" Lavender yelled.
"Dean, Dean what happened?" Pavarti asked again.
"He's hurt," said Ginny, stating the painfully obvious.
"Come on, man!" Ron yelled at Harry, succeeding in making him come down. Harry flew down slowly and dragged Neville out of the water. Everyone gathers around him, he doesn't seem to be breathing.
From behind some bushes comes the voice of Snape, who heard them yelling, "Who's down there?" Snape asks, shuffling into the clearing. Everyone grabs brooms and separates.
Pavarti, who shares a broom with Dean mutters, "I told you not to do this!"
Harry looks back at Neville before mounting his broom. In that instant Snape recognizes him and goes after him with his own broom, which is a whole lot faster than the school broom Harry's using. Harry quickly gets caught by Snape, who has a satisfied gleam in his eye.
"Mr. Potter, caught in the act," Snape says coyly, dragging Harry after him, "Wonder how much Rita Skeeter'll like you now..."
* * * *
(By the way, Sirius has had his name cleared and can visit Hogwarts)
Sirius sat in the deserted Gryffindor common room. After a few minutes, Harry limped out of his room and down the steps. Sirius looked at him with a mixture of disapproval and disappointment.
"You know, Sirius, my leg really hurts. Maybe I should go back with you for a week or so?" Harry suggested hopefully.
"I sincerely doubt you'll be having any visitations any time soon," replied Sirius.
There was a long and uncomfortable pause. "What would your parents think?" asked Sirius bitterly.
"I don't know, I never met the people," said Harry briskly as he left the room.
* * * *
The school is filtering in to the Great Hall for Saturday breakfast. Harry and his friends are talking at the Gryffindor table. A few people are looking over at them, some with disdain and others with amazement.
"How's your leg?" Ron asks Harry.
"It's been better."
"I still can't believe you had to talk to the whole staff!" says Pavarti, sitting on Dean's lap.
"Yeah, I mean, what'd you tell them?" asked Ron, somewhat apprehensive.
Harry sighed, "All I said was that it was a nice night and I ended up by the lake. I saw Longbottom and tried to give him some help. You know, I kept it short and sweet. Didn't want to get freaked out and spill."
"I gotta hand it to you man," Ron laughed, "You are the jedi-master of bullshit!" Ron and Harry did a hand shake as they cracked up.
As they were laughing, Hermione Granger walked through the massive doors. She looked nerdy as usual. She wore a knit sweater over her Hogwarts vest, a long skirt that only first years were required to wear, and her bushy hair was tied back in a modest, fluffy ponytail. "That Hermione Granger's sure got style," remarked Ginny sarcastically.
"Yeah, I think she's worn the same thing since first year," said Lavender.
"Hey, it's the quiet ones you gotta watch out for. I mean, hey, man, she might put it on you like a pop-tart!" Ron exclaimed, making the others cringe, "But maybe she wouldn't look too bad, you know?"
As Hermione walked by, most of them were still laughing.
"Hey, you," Ginny said stingingly, "Nice sweater."
"Thank you," replied Hermione softly as she continued walking.
"Thank you!" mimicked Ron in a high, saturated voice, sending the group into renewed hysterics.
* * * *
Harry was seated in Dumbledore's office, looking around at the portraits of past headmasters. Dumbledore entered and sat down across from Harry, as he summoned four empty bottles to his desk.
"A student claims you were drinking the night of the incident. Lucky for you, Mr. Longbottom isn't talking. His grandmother isn't placing any charges... at least not today. I assured her I'd arrange an appropriate punishment."
"Oh, what are you gonna do? Expel me?" Harry asked incredulously, leaning back in his chair.
"Not yet," remarked the professor, "Besides attending ALL, and I mean all, of your classes, you will help our janitorial staff after your lessons, without magic."
"For pay," Harry verified aloud.
"No, merely for the inner satisfaction it brings," Dumbledore said, "And on Saturday mornings you will help to tutor some of the younger students who have fallen behind. And finally, you will participate in the Drama Club's musical."
"The musical?" Harry asked, disbelievingly.
"Yes, Mr. Potter, the musical. It's high time you started experiencing new things and spending time with other types of people."
As Dumbledore saw a depressed Harry Potter out of his office, he muttered, "Don't blow it, Harry."
Authors Note:
This story is based on the movie A Walk To Remember. I'd like to thank for supplying me with a script to the movie, which this story is hugely based on. Harry Potter isn't mine and neither is AWTR, both of which are property of their respective owners. I'd also like to thank anyone who read this and especially anyone who leaves a comment.
PLEASE REVIEW!!! You have no idea how nice it is to get a review! So if you want me to continue with this story, please, please, please review. Thanks!
Till next chapter,
grham_craker_gal
Chapter One
* *Please note that many of the characters' positions have been changed. Harry is very popular, as are the people he hangs out with. Hermione is a friendless book worm. Also, Ginny and Ron are now twins, making her a seventh year also. Just wanted to let you know!* *
It was cold and dark, but that was to be expected, seeing as it was two o'clock in the morning. Harry, Ron, Dean, Seamus, Ginny, Pavarti, and Lavender were all sitting by the lake, waiting for Neville Longbottom to come. They were, in their opinions and according to the general consensus of the school, the coolest group to ever set foot in Hogwarts. Neville, a chubby seventh year, was so eager to join the gang that he had jumped at the chance to fly a broom into the lake to become one of them.
However, Neville was late and Dean was getting impatient. He took a break from making out with Pavarti and asked in an exasperated manner, "He here yet?"
Dean's best friend, Seamus replied, "Nope."
Pavarti, Dean's girlfriend, sat up looking ruffled and said sarcastically, "Maybe you scared him."
Ron unbuckled his belt and said, "Probably. Anyway, I gotta take a massive piss."
The group, used to Ron's immature antics, all looked away in mock disgust. "Dude, do that somewhere else," scoffed Seamus.
Ron shrugged and walked slowly over to some bushes. Harry, who had finished fiddling with the radio, was now also getting bored. "Ok, anyone got any beer?" He asked.
Pavarti replied, "We finished it all back in the dorms, besides, you've had enough." With that she enveloped Dean in a hug and they went back to their previous activity.
Ginny then spoke up with a voice to freeze fire, "I've got one. It's not cold... but it's your's if you want it." Ginny and Harry had gone out for a long time last year, but at the beginning of seventh year, Harry had broken up with her. Ginny was never the nicest person, but after their brake-up she'd become especially mean towards him.
Ron, who returned from his "business" just in time to hear this chuckled and said, "Sure, all you gotta do is sit up, beg, roll over, and shake that booty."
"Thanks a lot, Ron," Ginny icily muttered.
Ron, choosing to ignore this, decided to change the topic to the night's upcoming events. "This is gonna be so sweet," he said.
Dean pushed Pavarti aside again and responded, "I'm glad I thought of it."
"You guys are animals..." Pavarti said, annoyed at being disregarded.
Dean, who took offense to things very easily, started to yell, "Hey! You've been talking shit," and then lowered his voice after Seamus hit him. You never knew what teachers could and couldn't hear. "You've been talking shit the whole time here," he continued in quieter voice, shoving her to the ground, "Why don't you just be quiet?"
"Hey, hey!" said Harry, who held back Dean, "You know how it is."
"What's the matter with you?" whimpered Pavarti from the ground.
Ginny stood up and brushed the dirt off her pants. "Listen, if he's not coming, I want to go to bed."
Dean turned to Ginny and commented, "Hey, Ginny, I got an idea. Why don't you sleep by yourself for once?"
Ginny glared at him and countered, "I wasn't talking to you, Dean." Then she turned back to Harry. "Harry, will you take me back to the dorms?"
Harry was annoyed. Ginny knew it was over between them..
. "You know the answer to that already," he said, looking away.
"Hey," said Seamus, draping his arm around Ginny, "I'd be willing to help you with your, uh, night time preparations," he snickered as his arm drifted downward, "So what do you say, baby?"
Ginny looked disgusted and batted his hand away.
"He's here!" Dean exclaimed excitedly.
Just then, Neville rounded the corner so he was in full view. "What a loser," muttered Ron.
Neville shyly greeted them with a timid "Hi."
"You're late," Dean said as the others snickered, "I told you to be here midnight. It's past two. Think you can remember next time?"
"Yes, of course, sorry," Neville stammered, completely flustered.
"No need to be embarrassed," said Harry, leading him over to a clearing. The others walk behind the two boys, anxious and excited. "Okay, here's the deal," he explained, handing Neville an old school broom "You're gonna take this broom and fly up until I tell you to stop. Make sure you go over the lake. Then, just fly strait down. That's it! Then you're one of us. You ready?" Harry then began to take off his clothes, leaving on just his boxers.
"I guess I'm ready..." Neville said, slightly horrified.
"You GUESS you're ready?" asked Ron.
"Yeah, I'm ready," said Neville, more decisively this time.
"Alright man! Let's do this!" Shouted Seamus.
Neville then follows Harry's lead and takes off his clothes. The two of them grab brooms and go up 150 feet or so.
"It's a piece of cake, man," Harry lied, "Hell, I'm going with you!"
"How... How.. How deep is it?" Asked Neville nervously.
"Don't really know. How 'bout we find out?" replied Harry, hitting him on the arm.
"You've done this?" Asked Neville suspiciously.
"Yeah, we've all done this," Harry reassures him. "On three. Okay, one, two, THREE!"
Clay dives strait down, thinking Harry's with him. Harry, however, stays where he is and watches. Neville hurtles towards the water and makes impact with a huge splash. Everyone laughs, but then Neville's motionless body submerges and everyone's deathly silent.
"Oh my god!" Pavarti gasped.
"Oh shit! Oh, holy shit!" Dean said, shocked.
Ginny, concerned for once in her life, yells, "Harry, he's hurt!"
Pavarti runs after Dean who's gone to the bank of the river. "What the hell happened? Is he okay?" she asked, worried.
"Harry, get down here!" Lavender yelled.
"Dean, Dean what happened?" Pavarti asked again.
"He's hurt," said Ginny, stating the painfully obvious.
"Come on, man!" Ron yelled at Harry, succeeding in making him come down. Harry flew down slowly and dragged Neville out of the water. Everyone gathers around him, he doesn't seem to be breathing.
From behind some bushes comes the voice of Snape, who heard them yelling, "Who's down there?" Snape asks, shuffling into the clearing. Everyone grabs brooms and separates.
Pavarti, who shares a broom with Dean mutters, "I told you not to do this!"
Harry looks back at Neville before mounting his broom. In that instant Snape recognizes him and goes after him with his own broom, which is a whole lot faster than the school broom Harry's using. Harry quickly gets caught by Snape, who has a satisfied gleam in his eye.
"Mr. Potter, caught in the act," Snape says coyly, dragging Harry after him, "Wonder how much Rita Skeeter'll like you now..."
* * * *
(By the way, Sirius has had his name cleared and can visit Hogwarts)
Sirius sat in the deserted Gryffindor common room. After a few minutes, Harry limped out of his room and down the steps. Sirius looked at him with a mixture of disapproval and disappointment.
"You know, Sirius, my leg really hurts. Maybe I should go back with you for a week or so?" Harry suggested hopefully.
"I sincerely doubt you'll be having any visitations any time soon," replied Sirius.
There was a long and uncomfortable pause. "What would your parents think?" asked Sirius bitterly.
"I don't know, I never met the people," said Harry briskly as he left the room.
* * * *
The school is filtering in to the Great Hall for Saturday breakfast. Harry and his friends are talking at the Gryffindor table. A few people are looking over at them, some with disdain and others with amazement.
"How's your leg?" Ron asks Harry.
"It's been better."
"I still can't believe you had to talk to the whole staff!" says Pavarti, sitting on Dean's lap.
"Yeah, I mean, what'd you tell them?" asked Ron, somewhat apprehensive.
Harry sighed, "All I said was that it was a nice night and I ended up by the lake. I saw Longbottom and tried to give him some help. You know, I kept it short and sweet. Didn't want to get freaked out and spill."
"I gotta hand it to you man," Ron laughed, "You are the jedi-master of bullshit!" Ron and Harry did a hand shake as they cracked up.
As they were laughing, Hermione Granger walked through the massive doors. She looked nerdy as usual. She wore a knit sweater over her Hogwarts vest, a long skirt that only first years were required to wear, and her bushy hair was tied back in a modest, fluffy ponytail. "That Hermione Granger's sure got style," remarked Ginny sarcastically.
"Yeah, I think she's worn the same thing since first year," said Lavender.
"Hey, it's the quiet ones you gotta watch out for. I mean, hey, man, she might put it on you like a pop-tart!" Ron exclaimed, making the others cringe, "But maybe she wouldn't look too bad, you know?"
As Hermione walked by, most of them were still laughing.
"Hey, you," Ginny said stingingly, "Nice sweater."
"Thank you," replied Hermione softly as she continued walking.
"Thank you!" mimicked Ron in a high, saturated voice, sending the group into renewed hysterics.
* * * *
Harry was seated in Dumbledore's office, looking around at the portraits of past headmasters. Dumbledore entered and sat down across from Harry, as he summoned four empty bottles to his desk.
"A student claims you were drinking the night of the incident. Lucky for you, Mr. Longbottom isn't talking. His grandmother isn't placing any charges... at least not today. I assured her I'd arrange an appropriate punishment."
"Oh, what are you gonna do? Expel me?" Harry asked incredulously, leaning back in his chair.
"Not yet," remarked the professor, "Besides attending ALL, and I mean all, of your classes, you will help our janitorial staff after your lessons, without magic."
"For pay," Harry verified aloud.
"No, merely for the inner satisfaction it brings," Dumbledore said, "And on Saturday mornings you will help to tutor some of the younger students who have fallen behind. And finally, you will participate in the Drama Club's musical."
"The musical?" Harry asked, disbelievingly.
"Yes, Mr. Potter, the musical. It's high time you started experiencing new things and spending time with other types of people."
As Dumbledore saw a depressed Harry Potter out of his office, he muttered, "Don't blow it, Harry."
Authors Note:
This story is based on the movie A Walk To Remember. I'd like to thank for supplying me with a script to the movie, which this story is hugely based on. Harry Potter isn't mine and neither is AWTR, both of which are property of their respective owners. I'd also like to thank anyone who read this and especially anyone who leaves a comment.
PLEASE REVIEW!!! You have no idea how nice it is to get a review! So if you want me to continue with this story, please, please, please review. Thanks!
Till next chapter,
grham_craker_gal