Hi Guys. This is a random fanfic I wrote. It has been a long time since I wrote something down so please bear with my English and me. You all can point out my mistakes to be with PMs and please do give reviews.
This version is without the spelling mistake. Please read and review. I will update soon if you guys want me to.
gadriam- thanks a lot for telling me my mistake. as you have seen i have corrected it ( the spelling one). You could have been a little more well not insulting but no its ok no harm done. and gadriam, i know what i have to put in my 1st chapter. Even if it does not have my principal character, but thanks for your opinion.
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"My education was dismal. I went to a series of schools for mentally disturbed teachers."
Chapter 1- Tedious Classroom
'Zzzzzz' Another snore was heard as yet another student fell face down on his desk in deep slumber as the lulled voice of Mr. Binn travelled throughout the classroom.
"The Goblins are despicable yet clever creatures. They fought against the wizards as over the years the wizards had tormented them. In 1961, the Goblin Farrekak fought against the great wizard Zaenark Decork because of a goblin made bowl. The tales of how Zaenark defeated Farrekak are still quite famous. The goblins had always….."The monotonic voice continued without pausing for a breathe.
"Damn ghost" someone muttered "He doesn't breathe or take rest does not mean we don't need it… His voice is welting my brain." Dean Thomas groaned.
"Well ,Well Thomas that cannot be entirely true. You and the other Gryphin-Dorks never did posses a brain." Draco's snide comment made all the Slytherins snicker. Dean gave Draco and the slytherins a pointed glare before returning back to tapping his pencil and yawning. The boring environment that engulfed the class of History of Magic wasn't even good enough to insult the the Gryffs. Now that must mean something.
Harry Potter tried to muffle another yawn as he sat across his quiescent friend Ronald Weasely who was asleep even before the 10th word had escaped Mr. Binn's lips. His hands and his head were sprawled over the desk as he audibly muttered "I love you, I need you, I want to bite you "
And I tell you, heads turned.
"I am damn sure Weasely is dreaming about Potter" a loud whisper was heard from Malfoy.
" Shut up Ron" Harry murmured furiously in Ron's ear, his cheeks turning a deep scarlet. "Nooooooo Harry" Ron moaned in his sleep. Harry's whole face turned the deepest shade of red as he slumped lower in his chair trying to hide his face from the onlookers with hanging mouths. This momentous scene was disrupted as a loud thud echoed in the classroom. Apparently Zacharky Zackman who had just been snogging the daylights out of Pansy Parkinson had pushed her away and she had landed on the floor on her butt. "Damn you" she flared.
"Ahem Ahem" the clear and distinct ghostly voice made everyone hastily turn their attention back to the ghost. Harry heard Mr Binn and aimed a hard kick at Ron trying to revenge all his embarrassment in that one kick. "Ouch" Ron shouted as jumped off his seat. Sensing everyone's attention on him, he spurted " I was awake, I was listening" a very guilty expression animated his face.
"Yes Yes Mr. Weasely, I do hope you were. But unfortunately I will dock 5 points from Gryffindor for shouting in my class. Ron slumped on his chair, his head lowered.
" And you Miss Parkinson and Mr Zackman " Professor Binn added " I will have to dock 10 points from each of you for creating commotion in my class, 5 points for disturbing my class and another 15 points, Mr. Zackman for pushing a girl down. That would be 45 points from Slytherin. Now take your seats". Both of them lowered in their chairs trying to hide from the angry and pissed off stares of the other slytherins.
" Now where was I, oh yes, the Goblins head Dracomer Falaco, he in 1982, decided…." The monotonic voice was back.
"Hey why did you kick me mate" Ron asked furiously to Harry. " There are gentler ways of waking someone up. And I was dreaming something so good" he heaved a sigh. Ah the dream was mentioned.
" Anyway pal, what the hell were you dreaming about" harry asked him, his furiousness matching Rons.
"Are you crazy, Ron? Did you have to be so damn loud? You-dream-speaker, you have no idea how much you have embarrassed me"
"What?" a genuine confused expression animated Ron's face as his eyebrows furrowed and his forehead creased.
But unfortunately, Harry didn't believe him.
"Oh ya now act all baffled. 'Oh I love you, I need you, I want to bite you. Nooo Harry" Harry did a dreadful mimic of Ron.
"Oh Shit" Ron muttered.
"Tell me about it" Harry gave exasperated sigh.
"How many people heard?" Ron asked already dreading even to look in Harry's eye.
"Let's see, including me and Hermione, guess EVERYBODY".
"Damn" Ron banged his head on his desk.
"Anyway mate, what were you dreaming about?"
"Food, mum's apple cherry pie, you were trying to take it away from me" Ron muttered a dejected expression on his face.
"Oh" Harry was speechless. Off course he knew Ron wasn't thinking that, Scratch that, Harry knew Ron was thinking about food. That was the only thing that ever occupied his mind. But now the whole class thought he and Ron were bloody gays. Damn luck and Ron's big fat mouth.
'Ok only half an hour more left. Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Why cannot the damn watch be faster' Harry thought. Already more figures had slumped back in their original position. They were again drooling including Ron. Harry strained to even keep his eyes open. His eye lids were becoming heavy with every passing second. Harry lightly pinched himself to get his conscious back. He looked around to find entertainment in someone, anyone, he just wanted to stay alive. His eyes rested upon the beautiful figure of Elizabeth Cassady on whom he had a crush on for weeks now. Her golden curls delicately brushed against her gentle and flawless (Harry thought so) face. He marveled at the sight, looking at her sleeping, Harry's mind just got rid of its boredom and started composing a poem.
The Solitary Sleeper
Behold her, single in the class
Yawn solitary high school lass
Sleeping and snoring by herself
Wake her, or gently pass
Alone she nods and mutters in her sleep
And lets out a melancholy snore
Nothing can disturb her nap so deep
She is entertainment for the bored
No paper pallet did ever pose
More welcome a respite to weary girls
who, with boredom are about to doze
When they spy the closed lids beneath the golden curls
A gesture so thrilling never was seen
In the mental asylum or at the zoo
At once making the boredom cease
Of idle minds having nothing to do
Will no one tell me what she dreams
perhaps the plaintive vision show
her eating delicious ice cream
her stomach full of the elf made food
she had consumed an hour ago
Or is it some more humble lay
Familiar matters of today?
Some 'T' in Potions or weight gain
That has been and may be again
Whatever the dream, the maiden slept
As if her slumber could have no ending
I saw her sleeping at her desk
And over her textbook bending
I fixed on her my amazed gaze
And as my attention returned to the textbook page
The melancholy snore in my heart I bore
Long after it was heard no more.
Elizabeth had a very different allure about her which attracted Harry even more than her oh-so gorgeous face. Yes Harry had a big crush indeed.
Harry remembered the poem to have the same tone as one of Dudely's textbook one, which he had read clandestinely when Dudely was out.
"Oh ya , what was it "Harry wondered. " It was something like the ….the solitary reaper…by ..Wordsworth.. I made a parody out of it. Heck I am really bored."
Harry Potter and the whole class wondered what they did to deserve such a tedious class.
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C.S.