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WARNING: Book 4 and 5 spoilers!
The Great Switch
Chapter One
It was a quiet fall day. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger were back at Hogwarts for their sixth year. They were walking quietly among the leaves on the Hogwarts grounds. They had received copious amounts of homework their first week back but, seeing as Hermione Granger was Ron and Harry's friend, the three Gryffindors had finished their homework and were enjoying a relaxing weekend trying to forget their troubles. For they had many troubles at that time...
In Harry's fourth year, Voldemort returned at last. Voldemort, once known as Tom Riddle, had tried to kill the Potters when harry was just a baby; he had succeeded in killing Harry's parents, Lily and James, but could not kill Harry. Harry had witnessed Voldemort's rebirth; but it had taken a year of ridicule before the wizarding world would finally come to believe He Who Must Not Be Named had really returned. Harry supposed they had all been in denial; and besides, due to that horrible Rita Skeeter, they had all been convinced he was a madman to start with. But still, it had been hard for Harry, having to endure a torrent of insults and ridicule; he didn't even like the attention and curiosity he had been getting before, and that was mainly admiration. So, of course, this totally different kind of attention would be rather unbearable.
Hermione Granger was, as always, her usual studious self. Despite Harry's and Ron's protests, she had insisted they finish their homework and go for a stroll to clear their thoughts. They had been reluctant at first, but she knew they were rather glad they had "agreed" now that they were out on the grounds. Hermione had changed in one way, however; she had finally discovered a potion that was not too complex to apply to her hair every day, and therefore she didn't sport her frizzy hair anymore; it was sleek and smooth now. She was rather proud of it, really; there was one less thing for people to tease her about, at least.
Ronald Weasley, still sporting his usual bright red hair (a trademark of the Weasley family), was tall and gangly. It was a cool autumn day, the leaves matching his hair, but his mind was not on the weather. He was thinking about Quidditch. The season would be starting, and he was Keeper on the Gryffindor team. Although Harry had been given a life long ban from Quidditch courtesy of their ex-Professor and Headmistress, Dolores Umbridge, now that she was gone, the ban was lifted and he was allowed to play again. Ron knew that this year the Quidditch Cup would be a shoo-in. They had won the year before, thanks to Ron finally reaching his true potential near the end of the year, but it would be much easier this time around, even though Fred and George, Ron's older brothers who had also been given a lifelong ban by Umbridge, would not be back as Beaters. They had left Hogwarts last year, in the middle of their seventh year at Hogwarts, and had opened their joke shop, Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes, in Diagon Alley. From what the three heard over the summer, they were doing quite well. The Hogwarts students knew that Fred and George's tricks and jokes worked well, as they had both demonstrated and tested them on the students and, occasionally, professors, wether the aforementioned was aware of this or not.
The three stopped their musings and sat down underneath a shady tree near the lake. It was good for Harry to be relaxing and taking his mind off things; at least, as much as he could. But he couldn't take his mind off of everything. Not all his troubles were gone, after all. Sure, the majority of the wizarding world had accepted Voldemort was back, that was true. but he still had Voldemort to worry about, as he was sure to attempt to kill Harry at some point. He couldn't help thinking ahead to it, and thinking about the prophecy, about how he would be either murderer or victim. And of course, there were still the Slytherins to deal with, particularly Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. Their parents were Death Eaters and had been thrown into Azkaban prison. Harry was sure that Lucius Malfoy and the other Death Eaters would escape soon, since the dementors were bound to return to Lord Voldemort, if they hadn't already, but that was the least of Harry's worries right now. He was concentrating on making it to all his classes alive, down the corridors alive, and getting to his classes alive... as he wasn't quite sure if Malfoy would jump out at him from a classroom and curse him into tiny bits.
Hermione looked at Harry. He was leaning against the tree with his eyes closed. He looked distinctly uncomfortable. She knew what he was thinking about. He was thinking about Voldemort, about the death of his godfather, Sirius Black, about all the trouble that was starting all over again. "Are you all right, Harry?" she asked. He worried her sometimes. she knew how depressed he must get, thinking about all that had happened. She wanted him to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Ron and she would be there for him, no matter what. "Yes.. yes, I'm fine," he muttered. He tried to think of something else. It wasn't hard for very long. he suddenly noticed three Slytherins striding towards them, two of them rather large, the other tall and slim, with a smirk firmly in place. "But we won't be for long..." he hissed at Hermione and Ron, indicating towards Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. "Oh dear." said Hermione, standing up along with Ron and Harry and looking thoroughly scared. "Get out of here, now, Hermione," Harry demanded. "You too, Ron. Let me have the pleasure of dealing with them by myself. Besides, I don't want you two hurt." "But." Hermione started in a small voice. "No Hermione, just go now. don't worry, I can handle Malfoy." His voice trailed off. He suddenly shook his head and motioned for them to leave. "Go on!" he said. Hermione and Ron both reluctantly turned and started up towards the castle, looking over their shoulders occasionally, apparently reassuring themselves that he was still alive. Harry turned around. Crabbe and Goyle had left, and now it was just Malfoy. "Finally alone, Potter," Malfoy hissed, drawing closer. "No one to save your neck this time. And I'll make sure you pay for landing my father in prison." He drew out his wand just as Harry did the same, and were about to cast their spells when all of a sudden, the earth shook, and something unexpected happened.
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Well, what do you think? I've never written a f/f before, hope you like it. Be sure to submit your reviews! Be kind, it's my first time writing!
WARNING: Book 4 and 5 spoilers!
The Great Switch
Chapter One
It was a quiet fall day. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger were back at Hogwarts for their sixth year. They were walking quietly among the leaves on the Hogwarts grounds. They had received copious amounts of homework their first week back but, seeing as Hermione Granger was Ron and Harry's friend, the three Gryffindors had finished their homework and were enjoying a relaxing weekend trying to forget their troubles. For they had many troubles at that time...
In Harry's fourth year, Voldemort returned at last. Voldemort, once known as Tom Riddle, had tried to kill the Potters when harry was just a baby; he had succeeded in killing Harry's parents, Lily and James, but could not kill Harry. Harry had witnessed Voldemort's rebirth; but it had taken a year of ridicule before the wizarding world would finally come to believe He Who Must Not Be Named had really returned. Harry supposed they had all been in denial; and besides, due to that horrible Rita Skeeter, they had all been convinced he was a madman to start with. But still, it had been hard for Harry, having to endure a torrent of insults and ridicule; he didn't even like the attention and curiosity he had been getting before, and that was mainly admiration. So, of course, this totally different kind of attention would be rather unbearable.
Hermione Granger was, as always, her usual studious self. Despite Harry's and Ron's protests, she had insisted they finish their homework and go for a stroll to clear their thoughts. They had been reluctant at first, but she knew they were rather glad they had "agreed" now that they were out on the grounds. Hermione had changed in one way, however; she had finally discovered a potion that was not too complex to apply to her hair every day, and therefore she didn't sport her frizzy hair anymore; it was sleek and smooth now. She was rather proud of it, really; there was one less thing for people to tease her about, at least.
Ronald Weasley, still sporting his usual bright red hair (a trademark of the Weasley family), was tall and gangly. It was a cool autumn day, the leaves matching his hair, but his mind was not on the weather. He was thinking about Quidditch. The season would be starting, and he was Keeper on the Gryffindor team. Although Harry had been given a life long ban from Quidditch courtesy of their ex-Professor and Headmistress, Dolores Umbridge, now that she was gone, the ban was lifted and he was allowed to play again. Ron knew that this year the Quidditch Cup would be a shoo-in. They had won the year before, thanks to Ron finally reaching his true potential near the end of the year, but it would be much easier this time around, even though Fred and George, Ron's older brothers who had also been given a lifelong ban by Umbridge, would not be back as Beaters. They had left Hogwarts last year, in the middle of their seventh year at Hogwarts, and had opened their joke shop, Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes, in Diagon Alley. From what the three heard over the summer, they were doing quite well. The Hogwarts students knew that Fred and George's tricks and jokes worked well, as they had both demonstrated and tested them on the students and, occasionally, professors, wether the aforementioned was aware of this or not.
The three stopped their musings and sat down underneath a shady tree near the lake. It was good for Harry to be relaxing and taking his mind off things; at least, as much as he could. But he couldn't take his mind off of everything. Not all his troubles were gone, after all. Sure, the majority of the wizarding world had accepted Voldemort was back, that was true. but he still had Voldemort to worry about, as he was sure to attempt to kill Harry at some point. He couldn't help thinking ahead to it, and thinking about the prophecy, about how he would be either murderer or victim. And of course, there were still the Slytherins to deal with, particularly Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. Their parents were Death Eaters and had been thrown into Azkaban prison. Harry was sure that Lucius Malfoy and the other Death Eaters would escape soon, since the dementors were bound to return to Lord Voldemort, if they hadn't already, but that was the least of Harry's worries right now. He was concentrating on making it to all his classes alive, down the corridors alive, and getting to his classes alive... as he wasn't quite sure if Malfoy would jump out at him from a classroom and curse him into tiny bits.
Hermione looked at Harry. He was leaning against the tree with his eyes closed. He looked distinctly uncomfortable. She knew what he was thinking about. He was thinking about Voldemort, about the death of his godfather, Sirius Black, about all the trouble that was starting all over again. "Are you all right, Harry?" she asked. He worried her sometimes. she knew how depressed he must get, thinking about all that had happened. She wanted him to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Ron and she would be there for him, no matter what. "Yes.. yes, I'm fine," he muttered. He tried to think of something else. It wasn't hard for very long. he suddenly noticed three Slytherins striding towards them, two of them rather large, the other tall and slim, with a smirk firmly in place. "But we won't be for long..." he hissed at Hermione and Ron, indicating towards Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. "Oh dear." said Hermione, standing up along with Ron and Harry and looking thoroughly scared. "Get out of here, now, Hermione," Harry demanded. "You too, Ron. Let me have the pleasure of dealing with them by myself. Besides, I don't want you two hurt." "But." Hermione started in a small voice. "No Hermione, just go now. don't worry, I can handle Malfoy." His voice trailed off. He suddenly shook his head and motioned for them to leave. "Go on!" he said. Hermione and Ron both reluctantly turned and started up towards the castle, looking over their shoulders occasionally, apparently reassuring themselves that he was still alive. Harry turned around. Crabbe and Goyle had left, and now it was just Malfoy. "Finally alone, Potter," Malfoy hissed, drawing closer. "No one to save your neck this time. And I'll make sure you pay for landing my father in prison." He drew out his wand just as Harry did the same, and were about to cast their spells when all of a sudden, the earth shook, and something unexpected happened.
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Well, what do you think? I've never written a f/f before, hope you like it. Be sure to submit your reviews! Be kind, it's my first time writing!