Harry Potter
Disclaimer: okay I just want to say that of course, the only characters I made up were Stewart and the red owl. The rest was by J.K Rowling, author of the real Harry Potter.
1 CHAPTER 1: The Morning Mail
Late September, 6th year
2 Breakfast, Great Hall
Hermione Granger quickly rushed into the Great Hall to the Gryffindor table. She sat by her two friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
"Where have you been? Hurry up and eat, me and Harry got to go to Divination." Ron said to her.
"Well Ron, I was studying for my Potions test something you should be studying for too." Hermione said as she took a piece of bacon and ate it slowly.
Harry sighed. Hermione was right, they better get a move on. Though it was still close to the beginning of the year, it would still affect their grades.
"I don't need to study- I'm smart." Ron protested.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Then why is it that I study and get better grades and you don't study and get bad grades?"
"Hey, I don't study and I pass." Ron said. "Not like I want to be some dumb head boy or prefect."
Harry thought it best not to talk unless he had to. Ron and Hermione always had their little fights; it was the way they were. They were always interrupted anyway.
Hermione stuttered "I never- who would- me doing."
"Mails here!" Ron interrupted as the herd of owls came flowing in.
Pigwidgeon arrived with packages for Ron. Harry wondered where Hedwig was.
"Ohh- letters and chocolate from mum, more letters from Percy-oh and a little package from Fred and George- best not to open it." Ron babbled on until Harry noticed a brilliant red owl swoop in and land right in front of them.
"Well if you don't mind, I've got a Charms essay I think I'll do." Hermione got up and glanced at the red owl, before it flew off circling the room, right as Hedwig, Harry's snowy owl, brought Harry some chocolate and a note from Mrs. Weasly.
Most students' eyes were fixed on the brilliant red owl's emerald ones. The first years were too busy with their owls and mail to notice it and so were the teachers. It was when the bird flew out of his sight that Harry got back to what he was doing.
Hermione had a confused face. "What was I about to do?" Ron and Harry looked at each other and shrugged forgetting too.
"Chocolate?" Harry looked at the chocolate box. "Oh! From your mum."
"What was I going to do? What?" Hermione groaned madly as she held her head and sat; her memory trying to race through her mind. She was surprisingly not the only one who was forgetting things. Other students were too.
"Charms Essay," a tiny Gryffindor boy nearby boy mumbled.
Hermione looked up at the boy. "What?"
Harry saw the boy sigh and say, "You had to do some Charms Essay. You were about to go and do it."
Hermione stared then smiled. "Yes! That's it! If my mind keeps up at this pace I'll fail! Hey, what's your name?"
"Stewart. Stewart Simles." The boy said quietly. The boy had messy light brown hair and light brown eyes. He had braces; Harry noticed, and was only about ½ a foot taller then Professor Flitwick. He was also really skinny and Harry wondered if he looked that skinny in his first year.
"Cute name," Ron said sarcastically.
Hermione rolled her eyes at what he said and thanked the boy. She then strolled off, and Harry figured she was going to the library.
"Well, she wouldn't have forgotten if her eyes weren't on that red owl." Stewart said. Seeing Harry and Ron stare at him he quickly got back to his food.
"We better get to Trelawneys." Ron said finishing up his meal.
"Yeah.." Harry said and got up. "See you Stewart." Stewart squealed back and they headed down the halls. Harry kept thinking about the distraction. She wouldn't have forgotten if her eyes weren't on that red owl.. Harry repeated it on and on until they got to class.
"Don't think about it Harry," Ron said noticing him. "The only thing you should be thinking about is what bad things Professor Trelawney's going to predict today."
Harry nodded getting ready to hear what Professor Trelawney had to say.
***
"Well that was interesting." Ron said as Harry collected his stuff. The normal predictions. Death, danger. The only real time he believed her was in his 3rd year where she predicted Voldemorts rise. If only she could do that again.
There next class was Potions and Harry didn't feel up to it. But he managed to drag himself to the dungeons. Almost late, they took their seats. Snape assigned them to read quietly out of a book called Secrets to great potions by Louisa Fernard. But as Harry read he always looked up to make sure Snape wasn't staring at him.
After a minute of reading, Harry's eyes followed a very tall red headed girl that burst into the dungeons. She held a small tote bag and wore a very flashy necklace that Harry thought it would blind him.
"Keep reading!" Snape instructed as he and the girl met. The girl quickly started talking. "Professor Dumbledore told me to give you this, its-" The girl handed the bag then turned her head and looked at the class. She then lowered her voice and talked closely to Snape. As Snape looked into the bag she did hand motions like a bird flapping wings, twirling her finger in the air and shrugging.
"Thank you miss-"Snape looked up trying to remember. "Whatever. Thank you." And he strode over to his desk. The girl sighed turned around. She then saw Harry's eyes following her and they shared a long glance. Her eyes looked a little upward and Harry knew she was looking at his forehead. She then trotted out of the dungeons.
Continued in next chapter, 2.....
Please continue and tell me what you think. It gets better later having to do with dreams, the potion, hr/r stuff and of course the mystery of the red owl.
Thanks for reading! Please review.
Disclaimer: okay I just want to say that of course, the only characters I made up were Stewart and the red owl. The rest was by J.K Rowling, author of the real Harry Potter.
1 CHAPTER 1: The Morning Mail
Late September, 6th year
2 Breakfast, Great Hall
Hermione Granger quickly rushed into the Great Hall to the Gryffindor table. She sat by her two friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
"Where have you been? Hurry up and eat, me and Harry got to go to Divination." Ron said to her.
"Well Ron, I was studying for my Potions test something you should be studying for too." Hermione said as she took a piece of bacon and ate it slowly.
Harry sighed. Hermione was right, they better get a move on. Though it was still close to the beginning of the year, it would still affect their grades.
"I don't need to study- I'm smart." Ron protested.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Then why is it that I study and get better grades and you don't study and get bad grades?"
"Hey, I don't study and I pass." Ron said. "Not like I want to be some dumb head boy or prefect."
Harry thought it best not to talk unless he had to. Ron and Hermione always had their little fights; it was the way they were. They were always interrupted anyway.
Hermione stuttered "I never- who would- me doing."
"Mails here!" Ron interrupted as the herd of owls came flowing in.
Pigwidgeon arrived with packages for Ron. Harry wondered where Hedwig was.
"Ohh- letters and chocolate from mum, more letters from Percy-oh and a little package from Fred and George- best not to open it." Ron babbled on until Harry noticed a brilliant red owl swoop in and land right in front of them.
"Well if you don't mind, I've got a Charms essay I think I'll do." Hermione got up and glanced at the red owl, before it flew off circling the room, right as Hedwig, Harry's snowy owl, brought Harry some chocolate and a note from Mrs. Weasly.
Most students' eyes were fixed on the brilliant red owl's emerald ones. The first years were too busy with their owls and mail to notice it and so were the teachers. It was when the bird flew out of his sight that Harry got back to what he was doing.
Hermione had a confused face. "What was I about to do?" Ron and Harry looked at each other and shrugged forgetting too.
"Chocolate?" Harry looked at the chocolate box. "Oh! From your mum."
"What was I going to do? What?" Hermione groaned madly as she held her head and sat; her memory trying to race through her mind. She was surprisingly not the only one who was forgetting things. Other students were too.
"Charms Essay," a tiny Gryffindor boy nearby boy mumbled.
Hermione looked up at the boy. "What?"
Harry saw the boy sigh and say, "You had to do some Charms Essay. You were about to go and do it."
Hermione stared then smiled. "Yes! That's it! If my mind keeps up at this pace I'll fail! Hey, what's your name?"
"Stewart. Stewart Simles." The boy said quietly. The boy had messy light brown hair and light brown eyes. He had braces; Harry noticed, and was only about ½ a foot taller then Professor Flitwick. He was also really skinny and Harry wondered if he looked that skinny in his first year.
"Cute name," Ron said sarcastically.
Hermione rolled her eyes at what he said and thanked the boy. She then strolled off, and Harry figured she was going to the library.
"Well, she wouldn't have forgotten if her eyes weren't on that red owl." Stewart said. Seeing Harry and Ron stare at him he quickly got back to his food.
"We better get to Trelawneys." Ron said finishing up his meal.
"Yeah.." Harry said and got up. "See you Stewart." Stewart squealed back and they headed down the halls. Harry kept thinking about the distraction. She wouldn't have forgotten if her eyes weren't on that red owl.. Harry repeated it on and on until they got to class.
"Don't think about it Harry," Ron said noticing him. "The only thing you should be thinking about is what bad things Professor Trelawney's going to predict today."
Harry nodded getting ready to hear what Professor Trelawney had to say.
***
"Well that was interesting." Ron said as Harry collected his stuff. The normal predictions. Death, danger. The only real time he believed her was in his 3rd year where she predicted Voldemorts rise. If only she could do that again.
There next class was Potions and Harry didn't feel up to it. But he managed to drag himself to the dungeons. Almost late, they took their seats. Snape assigned them to read quietly out of a book called Secrets to great potions by Louisa Fernard. But as Harry read he always looked up to make sure Snape wasn't staring at him.
After a minute of reading, Harry's eyes followed a very tall red headed girl that burst into the dungeons. She held a small tote bag and wore a very flashy necklace that Harry thought it would blind him.
"Keep reading!" Snape instructed as he and the girl met. The girl quickly started talking. "Professor Dumbledore told me to give you this, its-" The girl handed the bag then turned her head and looked at the class. She then lowered her voice and talked closely to Snape. As Snape looked into the bag she did hand motions like a bird flapping wings, twirling her finger in the air and shrugging.
"Thank you miss-"Snape looked up trying to remember. "Whatever. Thank you." And he strode over to his desk. The girl sighed turned around. She then saw Harry's eyes following her and they shared a long glance. Her eyes looked a little upward and Harry knew she was looking at his forehead. She then trotted out of the dungeons.
Continued in next chapter, 2.....
Please continue and tell me what you think. It gets better later having to do with dreams, the potion, hr/r stuff and of course the mystery of the red owl.
Thanks for reading! Please review.