Adventures @ Hogwarts: Part One, the Noise
Harry was chasing after the Snitch. He drew closer and closer, just about to close his fingers around the cold, flapping ball, when- "AUGGHHHH!"
Harry sat upright in bed, panting. He had been having a pleasant dream when all of a sudden he heard a strange crying noise, like a child in distress. "Probably Neville having a bad dream," though Harry, so he quietly snuck out of his four-poster bed and walked over to that of Neville Longbottom. He carefully pulled back the red velvet curtain...but Neville was fast asleep, his mouth partly open, making gentle grunting noises. Harry crept back to his bed and climbed back in, pulling the blankets over his head, but he couldn't sleep. He had heard something.... hadn't he? Or was it all part of a bizarre dream? Or could it be...Voldemort? No, it was silly to think that. Harry tried to clear his mind of all thoughts and eventually fell into a fitful sleep.
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Voldemort drew closer and closer to Harry, reaching out with his long, greasy fingers and cackling grimly... "Potter! Potter!"
"Huh? What? Where is he?" Harry muttered stupidly, looking around. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Professor Snape, the potions teacher, looming over him. "Potter, I am right here, and I have just asked you to recite the three uses of grebbet root. Since you have obviously failed to do so and have been daydreaming in my class, let's make that ten points from Gyrffindor, and a detention." Snape whirled around, cloak swishing, and strode to the front of the class. He leaned forward, his hands on his desk, and began to speak. " Potter, see me after class, and let that be a lesson to all of you slackers. How lucky you are to be here at this noble place of learning, and yet you waste your time daydreaming and lazing about. Now, place in your cauldrons four cups of toad blood..."
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Harry was nearly always glad when potions was over, but not this time. He caught Ron and Hermione's eyes towards the end and mouthed, "Wait for me outside." They nodded and when the bell rang Harry gathered his courage-he was in Gryffindor, after all- and strode up to Snape's desk. Snape's face twisted into a very grim and malicious smile and he said, "Potter, your detention... yes, let's see, now...how about midnight in the student supply room tonight? I need help restocking some ingredients. Very good, see you then...it will be a pleasure."
Harry took the detention slip from Snape's long fingers and left. Ron and Hermione were, as expected, waiting for him in the hall.
"What did he say, Harry?" asked Hermione as they set off for the Great Hall (lunch was next). "Midnight in the supply room," Harry answered. "Ugh," exclaimed Ron, "Why midnight?" "Dunno," said Harry. It was an odd time, Ron was right. Oh well, he would soon know.
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Harry put on his cloak as he left for the detention that night-it was cold in the supply room, which was refrigerated to keep potion ingredients fresh. He wondered why Snape wanted to do this at such an odd time as he walked down the empty hallways to the room. When he finally reached it, he found the room was empty, so he sat down in a wooden chair and gazed at the room's contents. Grimy bottles filled with mysterious liquids in a thousand hues, crates of rats' tails, moth wings, and the like filled the shelves.
"Ready, are you?"
Harry spun around to find Snape gazing at him. He opened his mouth to speak, but---all of the sudden Harry heard the crying noise again! Snape's mouth opened in horror and he stammered, "Be right back, Potter," and ran away, his steps echoing in the vast hall. Harry wondered...and wondered...
To Be Continued
Harry was chasing after the Snitch. He drew closer and closer, just about to close his fingers around the cold, flapping ball, when- "AUGGHHHH!"
Harry sat upright in bed, panting. He had been having a pleasant dream when all of a sudden he heard a strange crying noise, like a child in distress. "Probably Neville having a bad dream," though Harry, so he quietly snuck out of his four-poster bed and walked over to that of Neville Longbottom. He carefully pulled back the red velvet curtain...but Neville was fast asleep, his mouth partly open, making gentle grunting noises. Harry crept back to his bed and climbed back in, pulling the blankets over his head, but he couldn't sleep. He had heard something.... hadn't he? Or was it all part of a bizarre dream? Or could it be...Voldemort? No, it was silly to think that. Harry tried to clear his mind of all thoughts and eventually fell into a fitful sleep.
******
Voldemort drew closer and closer to Harry, reaching out with his long, greasy fingers and cackling grimly... "Potter! Potter!"
"Huh? What? Where is he?" Harry muttered stupidly, looking around. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Professor Snape, the potions teacher, looming over him. "Potter, I am right here, and I have just asked you to recite the three uses of grebbet root. Since you have obviously failed to do so and have been daydreaming in my class, let's make that ten points from Gyrffindor, and a detention." Snape whirled around, cloak swishing, and strode to the front of the class. He leaned forward, his hands on his desk, and began to speak. " Potter, see me after class, and let that be a lesson to all of you slackers. How lucky you are to be here at this noble place of learning, and yet you waste your time daydreaming and lazing about. Now, place in your cauldrons four cups of toad blood..."
******
Harry was nearly always glad when potions was over, but not this time. He caught Ron and Hermione's eyes towards the end and mouthed, "Wait for me outside." They nodded and when the bell rang Harry gathered his courage-he was in Gryffindor, after all- and strode up to Snape's desk. Snape's face twisted into a very grim and malicious smile and he said, "Potter, your detention... yes, let's see, now...how about midnight in the student supply room tonight? I need help restocking some ingredients. Very good, see you then...it will be a pleasure."
Harry took the detention slip from Snape's long fingers and left. Ron and Hermione were, as expected, waiting for him in the hall.
"What did he say, Harry?" asked Hermione as they set off for the Great Hall (lunch was next). "Midnight in the supply room," Harry answered. "Ugh," exclaimed Ron, "Why midnight?" "Dunno," said Harry. It was an odd time, Ron was right. Oh well, he would soon know.
*******
Harry put on his cloak as he left for the detention that night-it was cold in the supply room, which was refrigerated to keep potion ingredients fresh. He wondered why Snape wanted to do this at such an odd time as he walked down the empty hallways to the room. When he finally reached it, he found the room was empty, so he sat down in a wooden chair and gazed at the room's contents. Grimy bottles filled with mysterious liquids in a thousand hues, crates of rats' tails, moth wings, and the like filled the shelves.
"Ready, are you?"
Harry spun around to find Snape gazing at him. He opened his mouth to speak, but---all of the sudden Harry heard the crying noise again! Snape's mouth opened in horror and he stammered, "Be right back, Potter," and ran away, his steps echoing in the vast hall. Harry wondered...and wondered...
To Be Continued