The Next Generation, Chapter 1
Author's Note: My newest series. If you haven't read the Ginny Riddle series, please do so. Anyway, off the old stuff and on with the new stuff.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that J.K. owns.
Professor Hermione Potter was frustrated. She was frustrated because her fifth year Transfiguration class was utterly unable to transform their Transfiguration textbooks into pillows. She strode to the front of her classroom and began to write on the board. She wrote more complicated notes and explanations, and told the class to try the new way.
One of the students raised her hand. "Professor Potter," she said, "I turned my book into a Monopoly board. Does that count?"
"No," Hermione continued, "we're working with pillows." She was really displeased now. Seeing as this was a fifth year class and not a first year class, they should be able to transfigure a book into a pillow. She was about to write more stuff on the board when the classroom door opened. A second year hobbled into the room, and as soon as she was over the threshold of the door, she lost consciousness.
Professor Potter rushed over to the unconscious student, who was covered in cuts and bruises. The blood was spilling freely now, and Hermione was frantic. She pounded the intercom button and began to scream.
"Harry," she screamed into the intercom, "get down here now! It's an emergency! Hurry!"
The calm voice of Headmaster Harry Potter came through the intercom. "Hermi, I'll be right down."
And he was. As soon as he finished speaking, he Apparated into the Transfiguration room, and saw the injured student. "Hermi, what happened?" he asked.
"She came in here a minute ago, and Harry, we've got to do something," said Hermione frantically.
Headmaster Potter knealt before the injured student, muttering something with his wand out. Presently he looked up at Hermione. "Just as I thought, it's the Tranuncus Curse. It's a dark curse used only by the Death Eaters." Harry stood up and raised his wand. "Wingardium Leviosa," he roared. The student floated up into the air and the Headmaster led the student to the Hospital Wing.
When they arrived in the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey almost fainted when she saw the injured second year. "What happened to her?" asked Madam Pomfrey.
"It's the Tranuncus Curse, Poppy. Used only by the Death Eaters. See what you can do for her. I've got to address the school." With that, the youngest Headmaster in Hogwarts history, 28-year old Harry Potter made his way to the staff room.
Professor Neville Longbottom was in a very good mood today. His first year Herbology class had eleven of seventeen students ace the recent Herbology test, which meant he was doing a good job teaching. Today the third year class he was teaching now was doing a good job with the new Mandrakes that they had. He was just about to praise one of his students when Headmaster Potter's voice came over the intercom.
"Attention all teachers and students," Headmaster Potter said, "All students report to your common rooms, and all teachers to the staff room now. Prefects are in charge at the house towers. Let's do this now. Class dismissed indefinitely."
Professor Longbottom wore a befuddled expression as the third year Hufflepuffs left the greenhouse. He figured he had better stop standing there looking stupid, and get to the staff room. He washed his hands and headed for the main building.
Harry and Hermione Potter sat together in the staff room talking, until the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Ron Weasley, came over to join them.
"Hi, Harry, Hermione," Ron said. "Why'd you dismiss class? I was about to give one of those seventh year Slytherins detention, but you freed him before I could arrange it." This was really bothering Ron, because he really hated Ed Carinth. But every teacher hated Ed Carinth, one more detention would do nothing to him.
"Ron," Harry began. At this very moment, Professor Longbottom came over to join them. He too was confused as to why class was dismissed. "Lord Voldemort is coming here," said Harry grimly. At that very moment, the Potions master, Professor Draco Malfoy, entered the room.
"Hey, Potter," he called across the staff room. Harry and Hermione both turned their heads. "Not you, Mudblood," Malfoy said, "Headmaster Potter."
"Professor Malfoy," Harry said, "if you call her a Mudblood one more time, I will have your dungeon infested with ferrets."
Malfoy turned pale. Since the incident with Mad Eye Moody in their fourth year, ferrets had been Draco Malfoy's biggest fear. "F...f...f ferrets?"
"Yes, Malfoy," Hermione cut in, "ferrets."
"So as I was saying," Malfoy continued, "no-guts Potter dismissed all the classes why?"
"Voldemort is returning. He is coming to Hogwarts today."
"Oooh, No-Guts Potter is afraid of Voldie-mortie," said Malfoy. Harry rose, beginning to show signs of anger, but Hermione put a hand on his shoulder and he sat back down.
James Potter paced the Gryffindor Common Room. He was a first year at Hogwarts, and he was the son of the Headmaster and the Transfiguration teacher. He was pretty popular for this, since everyone wanted to get on Harry and Hermione Potter's good sides. He and his best friend, Patrick Weasley sat down, waiting for word on the school closing. In twenty minutes, James's mother entered the room.
"Students," Professor Potter began, "Please report to the Great Hall. The Headmaster wants to make an announcement." With that she left the room, leaving no hint as to what this announcement might be.
Fifteen minutes later, all the students had filed into the Great Hall, and had sat at their House tables. Headmaster Potter rose.
"Students," he said. "The reason I have dismissed classes, and the reason you were sent back to your common rooms is simply that Lord Voldemort is returning to the school, and he will be here today or tomorrow." After saying this, he sat back down at the seat in the center of the High Table, with Hermione on his right and Ron on his left.
Nervous and frantic babble broke out between the students as Headmaster Potter sat down. They couldn't believe Lord Voldemort was coming to the school, and that he would probably try to kill them all.
TO BE CONTINUED
Author's Note: My newest series. If you haven't read the Ginny Riddle series, please do so. Anyway, off the old stuff and on with the new stuff.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that J.K. owns.
Professor Hermione Potter was frustrated. She was frustrated because her fifth year Transfiguration class was utterly unable to transform their Transfiguration textbooks into pillows. She strode to the front of her classroom and began to write on the board. She wrote more complicated notes and explanations, and told the class to try the new way.
One of the students raised her hand. "Professor Potter," she said, "I turned my book into a Monopoly board. Does that count?"
"No," Hermione continued, "we're working with pillows." She was really displeased now. Seeing as this was a fifth year class and not a first year class, they should be able to transfigure a book into a pillow. She was about to write more stuff on the board when the classroom door opened. A second year hobbled into the room, and as soon as she was over the threshold of the door, she lost consciousness.
Professor Potter rushed over to the unconscious student, who was covered in cuts and bruises. The blood was spilling freely now, and Hermione was frantic. She pounded the intercom button and began to scream.
"Harry," she screamed into the intercom, "get down here now! It's an emergency! Hurry!"
The calm voice of Headmaster Harry Potter came through the intercom. "Hermi, I'll be right down."
And he was. As soon as he finished speaking, he Apparated into the Transfiguration room, and saw the injured student. "Hermi, what happened?" he asked.
"She came in here a minute ago, and Harry, we've got to do something," said Hermione frantically.
Headmaster Potter knealt before the injured student, muttering something with his wand out. Presently he looked up at Hermione. "Just as I thought, it's the Tranuncus Curse. It's a dark curse used only by the Death Eaters." Harry stood up and raised his wand. "Wingardium Leviosa," he roared. The student floated up into the air and the Headmaster led the student to the Hospital Wing.
When they arrived in the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey almost fainted when she saw the injured second year. "What happened to her?" asked Madam Pomfrey.
"It's the Tranuncus Curse, Poppy. Used only by the Death Eaters. See what you can do for her. I've got to address the school." With that, the youngest Headmaster in Hogwarts history, 28-year old Harry Potter made his way to the staff room.
Professor Neville Longbottom was in a very good mood today. His first year Herbology class had eleven of seventeen students ace the recent Herbology test, which meant he was doing a good job teaching. Today the third year class he was teaching now was doing a good job with the new Mandrakes that they had. He was just about to praise one of his students when Headmaster Potter's voice came over the intercom.
"Attention all teachers and students," Headmaster Potter said, "All students report to your common rooms, and all teachers to the staff room now. Prefects are in charge at the house towers. Let's do this now. Class dismissed indefinitely."
Professor Longbottom wore a befuddled expression as the third year Hufflepuffs left the greenhouse. He figured he had better stop standing there looking stupid, and get to the staff room. He washed his hands and headed for the main building.
Harry and Hermione Potter sat together in the staff room talking, until the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Ron Weasley, came over to join them.
"Hi, Harry, Hermione," Ron said. "Why'd you dismiss class? I was about to give one of those seventh year Slytherins detention, but you freed him before I could arrange it." This was really bothering Ron, because he really hated Ed Carinth. But every teacher hated Ed Carinth, one more detention would do nothing to him.
"Ron," Harry began. At this very moment, Professor Longbottom came over to join them. He too was confused as to why class was dismissed. "Lord Voldemort is coming here," said Harry grimly. At that very moment, the Potions master, Professor Draco Malfoy, entered the room.
"Hey, Potter," he called across the staff room. Harry and Hermione both turned their heads. "Not you, Mudblood," Malfoy said, "Headmaster Potter."
"Professor Malfoy," Harry said, "if you call her a Mudblood one more time, I will have your dungeon infested with ferrets."
Malfoy turned pale. Since the incident with Mad Eye Moody in their fourth year, ferrets had been Draco Malfoy's biggest fear. "F...f...f ferrets?"
"Yes, Malfoy," Hermione cut in, "ferrets."
"So as I was saying," Malfoy continued, "no-guts Potter dismissed all the classes why?"
"Voldemort is returning. He is coming to Hogwarts today."
"Oooh, No-Guts Potter is afraid of Voldie-mortie," said Malfoy. Harry rose, beginning to show signs of anger, but Hermione put a hand on his shoulder and he sat back down.
James Potter paced the Gryffindor Common Room. He was a first year at Hogwarts, and he was the son of the Headmaster and the Transfiguration teacher. He was pretty popular for this, since everyone wanted to get on Harry and Hermione Potter's good sides. He and his best friend, Patrick Weasley sat down, waiting for word on the school closing. In twenty minutes, James's mother entered the room.
"Students," Professor Potter began, "Please report to the Great Hall. The Headmaster wants to make an announcement." With that she left the room, leaving no hint as to what this announcement might be.
Fifteen minutes later, all the students had filed into the Great Hall, and had sat at their House tables. Headmaster Potter rose.
"Students," he said. "The reason I have dismissed classes, and the reason you were sent back to your common rooms is simply that Lord Voldemort is returning to the school, and he will be here today or tomorrow." After saying this, he sat back down at the seat in the center of the High Table, with Hermione on his right and Ron on his left.
Nervous and frantic babble broke out between the students as Headmaster Potter sat down. They couldn't believe Lord Voldemort was coming to the school, and that he would probably try to kill them all.
TO BE CONTINUED