"Ah look! Here comes a pair of Slytherins!"
"Those pure blooded worms!"
"Aye. Here come those Gryffindors from our herbology class."
"Let's start something, shall we?"
"Let's try and keep our eyes on our shoelaces."
"But he just flipped us off!"
"Draw your wand!"
"Petrificus totalus!"
"Accio rug!"
"Lemunto armen"
"Cruci-"
"Stop it right now, you bloody first years!" a gruff voice suddenly interrupted
those of the bickering children.
"You draw your wand, Crabbe?"
"Yeah. But- but only to break them up, Weasel."
"Why you – Imperio!"
Crabbe's face suddenly went slack as he began to obey Ron Weasley's whispered
orders. The Gryffindors laughed hysterically until they were suddenly thrown to the floor
by their enraged classmates.
A large brawl suddenly broke out in the corridors of Hogwarts the likes of which
hadn't been seen since the time of the Marauders.
"ENOUGH!" a commanding voice bellowed over the noise. The fray came to a
sudden stop, total silence enveloped the hallways. Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, released Crabbe from the unforgivable
curse that had been placed on him.
I have had enough of this from all of you, really," his blue eyes did not twinkle
but revealed the grave disappointment he felt in his students, "If anybody, of any house,
should interrupt the peace in these hallways again – especially using the unforgivable
curses," he pointed a knobby finger at the freckled red headed boy in front of him who
was so mad at the moment that his entire face matched his hair, " I am afraid that the
punishment will have to be time in Azkaban and possibly the Dementor's kiss." At these
last words even the sounds of heavy breathing stopped, as the students began to hold their
breath in a superstitious attempt to keep their souls inside themselves.
The dementor's kiss, of course, was well known in the wizarding world. No one
really knew how it felt, as no one ever was in any condition to discuss it after
experiencing it. No one was in the condition to discuss anything after getting the
dementor's kiss. Receiving the kiss is worse than death. Your entire soul is sucked out
of your body through your mouth, leaving you alive (your heart still beating, your blood
still pumping, etc) but as an empty shell, unaware of the world around you. Unaware of
yourself.
"Return to your classrooms at once!" Dumbledore shattered the silence. He stood
deep in thought as he watched the students go their separate ways. "why?"
"Draco! Draco! What's got you all ticked off?" the bulky dark haired Slytherin
asked his blond friend.
"Nothing" the platinum blond boy snapped back.
"Ok…. Are you sure?" something had to be wrong to put him in such a foul mood
that he didn't even react to their friend Crabbe's involvement in the fight.
"No." Draco Malfoy sighed heavily, "Rose," he raised his eyebrow at his friend,
seeking understanding. Goyle nodded. "Well, she's beautiful. And smart. And funny."
He added the last two quickly to his original thought, "but she doesn't like me. Rose
loves her boyfriend, Martin," he said sadly.
"Oh," said Goyle uncomfortably, "well don't worry about it," he stood up from
the over stuffed emerald couch in their common room, "I'm going to get some cake from
the kitchens. Would you like some butter beer?"
"No. I don't need to drown my sorrows in alcohol…" he trailed off.
"Don't do anything stupid." And with that Goyle disappeared out the door.
(A/N: I hope you like. Please R&R. I almost have a second chappie done, but it's still
going to take some work. I'm extremely busy, so I'm hoping to have it up by Tuesday.)
"Those pure blooded worms!"
"Aye. Here come those Gryffindors from our herbology class."
"Let's start something, shall we?"
"Let's try and keep our eyes on our shoelaces."
"But he just flipped us off!"
"Draw your wand!"
"Petrificus totalus!"
"Accio rug!"
"Lemunto armen"
"Cruci-"
"Stop it right now, you bloody first years!" a gruff voice suddenly interrupted
those of the bickering children.
"You draw your wand, Crabbe?"
"Yeah. But- but only to break them up, Weasel."
"Why you – Imperio!"
Crabbe's face suddenly went slack as he began to obey Ron Weasley's whispered
orders. The Gryffindors laughed hysterically until they were suddenly thrown to the floor
by their enraged classmates.
A large brawl suddenly broke out in the corridors of Hogwarts the likes of which
hadn't been seen since the time of the Marauders.
"ENOUGH!" a commanding voice bellowed over the noise. The fray came to a
sudden stop, total silence enveloped the hallways. Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, released Crabbe from the unforgivable
curse that had been placed on him.
I have had enough of this from all of you, really," his blue eyes did not twinkle
but revealed the grave disappointment he felt in his students, "If anybody, of any house,
should interrupt the peace in these hallways again – especially using the unforgivable
curses," he pointed a knobby finger at the freckled red headed boy in front of him who
was so mad at the moment that his entire face matched his hair, " I am afraid that the
punishment will have to be time in Azkaban and possibly the Dementor's kiss." At these
last words even the sounds of heavy breathing stopped, as the students began to hold their
breath in a superstitious attempt to keep their souls inside themselves.
The dementor's kiss, of course, was well known in the wizarding world. No one
really knew how it felt, as no one ever was in any condition to discuss it after
experiencing it. No one was in the condition to discuss anything after getting the
dementor's kiss. Receiving the kiss is worse than death. Your entire soul is sucked out
of your body through your mouth, leaving you alive (your heart still beating, your blood
still pumping, etc) but as an empty shell, unaware of the world around you. Unaware of
yourself.
"Return to your classrooms at once!" Dumbledore shattered the silence. He stood
deep in thought as he watched the students go their separate ways. "why?"
"Draco! Draco! What's got you all ticked off?" the bulky dark haired Slytherin
asked his blond friend.
"Nothing" the platinum blond boy snapped back.
"Ok…. Are you sure?" something had to be wrong to put him in such a foul mood
that he didn't even react to their friend Crabbe's involvement in the fight.
"No." Draco Malfoy sighed heavily, "Rose," he raised his eyebrow at his friend,
seeking understanding. Goyle nodded. "Well, she's beautiful. And smart. And funny."
He added the last two quickly to his original thought, "but she doesn't like me. Rose
loves her boyfriend, Martin," he said sadly.
"Oh," said Goyle uncomfortably, "well don't worry about it," he stood up from
the over stuffed emerald couch in their common room, "I'm going to get some cake from
the kitchens. Would you like some butter beer?"
"No. I don't need to drown my sorrows in alcohol…" he trailed off.
"Don't do anything stupid." And with that Goyle disappeared out the door.
(A/N: I hope you like. Please R&R. I almost have a second chappie done, but it's still
going to take some work. I'm extremely busy, so I'm hoping to have it up by Tuesday.)