Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, or the setting (or even
the computer I'm writing on). All of these (except the computer) belong to
J.K. Rowling, the one-of-a-kind unique author. I just added a few things
here and there, and took the story in a different direction.
Chapter 1
It was back to another year at Hogwarts for Harry and his friends. The summer had dragged by terribly slowly, and now, after classes had started, Harry was used to getting a little extra respect. He was, after all, a fifth year; he had finished a majority of his schooling, and was older than the majority of students.
He was walking to Hagrid's class, which was now in the morning. Hermione and Ron were ahead of him, since they had finished breakfast before him. He had been staring off into space in the general direction of the Ravenclaw table, and had snapped out of it with just enough time to get to class. He looked at his schedule. It showed that the next class was to be shared with Ravenclaw, which was one of the reasons he'd been staring at their table earlier. He had expected to be shown up by the house that was known as being the "smartest" of all of them. He sighed. He hated being humiliated, it happened too often…
He arrived at Hagrid's hut and sat next to Ron.
"You're here," Ron said in mock amazement.
"Shuddup."
Hagrid came out just then and immediately paired everyone up. Ron and Hermione were paired up, and Harry was put with a Ravenclaw. She had brown hair, and was shorter than Harry. But then, a lot of people were now. He had had a growing spurt over the summer, and was now taller and a bit thinner than before.
"Today, ye'r gonna look for burrows of…" Hagrid launched right into the lesson. Harry drifted off as his friend described the habits of some fuzzy creature.
He turned them loose, telling them not to stray too far from the edges of the forest.
"Let's go," his partner said, very energetically.
"Right, I'll follow your lead, uh…?"
"Penny. And You're Harry," it was more a statement than a question. So they took to the edges of the woods, which weren't so foreboding in the daylight. Penny had obviously been listening, as she quickly cornered several burrows, and got Harry to furiously scribble notes. It was mostly observations of the debris and poop situated around the burrows, and it was very boring, at least for Harry. Penny seemed excited.
After about 45 minutes, they came back with their findings, and Hagrid started to ramble on about them. It was the first time Harry had written down any notes in this class. He was starting to wonder what had gotten into Hagrid to make him so diligent, when he stopped and brought a furball out of a crate, and set it loose. It scrambled furiously around the students for a few moments, then plunged back into its crate.
Then the class was suddenly over, and Harry slowly got up to go on to his next class. Hermione had to go quickly, since she had some presentation due, and she forced Ron to come help her set it up. As Harry drew closer to the school, he noticed someone's bag ahead of him was looking very worn and ready to fall apart. As if on cue, it suddenly gave and ripped, sending its contents everywhere. The girl who it belonged to sent her friends ahead, and started to pick up her things. Harry came up and bent down to help her. It was Penny.
"Oh, thanks Harry. My friends couldn't help, they have to go all the way up to divination next."
"With that windbag, Trelawny?"
She smiled. "Yeah."
"Well, I know I'm ready for a new bag now," She said. She picked up a piece of parchment, hesitated, then handed it to Harry. "It'll come in handy," she smiled. "Later, Harry." She took off for Divination.
He looked at the piece of parchment. As he walked on, he unfolded it. Neat, small handwriting said:
"I don't know, Pen. Maybe there's a possibility…it all seems to almost make sense…forget I said that…"
Harry shrugged, and walked on.
* * * * * *
It was that time of year. Quidditch practice began that night. Fred and George had some how managed to both become captains, and a new addition was made: Ron. His dreams of becoming Quidditch captain had come a bit closer, if not still far away.
The team walked off of the field, just as another team was leaving, Ravenclaw. The Gryffindors gave them a wide berth, not wishing to interfere with the end of their first practice after a fellow quidditch player's death, no matter what team he was from. It still weighed heavily upon them, but they were now able to have a good laugh at a teammate's antics once again. Looking at Fred, the captain and another player from Ravenclaw chucked the bludgers into the air, giving Harry's team a jump-start into practice. Another player followed suit, and hurled the quaffle down field. One ball left.
A girl walked along somberly, clutching the glinting golden snitch in her left hand. She turned around at her team's actions, and glanced at Harry's team. At him. She managed to smile a bit and threw the snitch in a graceful arc upward. Harry grinned at her, and mounting his broom, rocketed upward. It seemed ages since he had hunted for the small orb, and now he was ready to begin the hunt again. He never lost sight of it, and had snatched it in moments, and then sailed down to meet his team. He looked at the snitch, and saw the previous user's fingerprints all over it. Someone had once told him that to start a practice with a snitch recently used, and not polishing it before using it yourself, was bad luck, and you'd fall of your broom and break your neck or something. That didn't bother Harry.
As Long as Cho was starting to come out of the dip she was in…
For a moment, the letter he'd gotten from Penny seemed to have a feeling in common with the snitch he held, as if someone had recently touched both…. The thought was squashed, though, as a bludger whistled by, bringing Harry back to reality
***Just so you know, the Penny in this story isn't the same from the books. I made her up…***
Chapter 1
It was back to another year at Hogwarts for Harry and his friends. The summer had dragged by terribly slowly, and now, after classes had started, Harry was used to getting a little extra respect. He was, after all, a fifth year; he had finished a majority of his schooling, and was older than the majority of students.
He was walking to Hagrid's class, which was now in the morning. Hermione and Ron were ahead of him, since they had finished breakfast before him. He had been staring off into space in the general direction of the Ravenclaw table, and had snapped out of it with just enough time to get to class. He looked at his schedule. It showed that the next class was to be shared with Ravenclaw, which was one of the reasons he'd been staring at their table earlier. He had expected to be shown up by the house that was known as being the "smartest" of all of them. He sighed. He hated being humiliated, it happened too often…
He arrived at Hagrid's hut and sat next to Ron.
"You're here," Ron said in mock amazement.
"Shuddup."
Hagrid came out just then and immediately paired everyone up. Ron and Hermione were paired up, and Harry was put with a Ravenclaw. She had brown hair, and was shorter than Harry. But then, a lot of people were now. He had had a growing spurt over the summer, and was now taller and a bit thinner than before.
"Today, ye'r gonna look for burrows of…" Hagrid launched right into the lesson. Harry drifted off as his friend described the habits of some fuzzy creature.
He turned them loose, telling them not to stray too far from the edges of the forest.
"Let's go," his partner said, very energetically.
"Right, I'll follow your lead, uh…?"
"Penny. And You're Harry," it was more a statement than a question. So they took to the edges of the woods, which weren't so foreboding in the daylight. Penny had obviously been listening, as she quickly cornered several burrows, and got Harry to furiously scribble notes. It was mostly observations of the debris and poop situated around the burrows, and it was very boring, at least for Harry. Penny seemed excited.
After about 45 minutes, they came back with their findings, and Hagrid started to ramble on about them. It was the first time Harry had written down any notes in this class. He was starting to wonder what had gotten into Hagrid to make him so diligent, when he stopped and brought a furball out of a crate, and set it loose. It scrambled furiously around the students for a few moments, then plunged back into its crate.
Then the class was suddenly over, and Harry slowly got up to go on to his next class. Hermione had to go quickly, since she had some presentation due, and she forced Ron to come help her set it up. As Harry drew closer to the school, he noticed someone's bag ahead of him was looking very worn and ready to fall apart. As if on cue, it suddenly gave and ripped, sending its contents everywhere. The girl who it belonged to sent her friends ahead, and started to pick up her things. Harry came up and bent down to help her. It was Penny.
"Oh, thanks Harry. My friends couldn't help, they have to go all the way up to divination next."
"With that windbag, Trelawny?"
She smiled. "Yeah."
"Well, I know I'm ready for a new bag now," She said. She picked up a piece of parchment, hesitated, then handed it to Harry. "It'll come in handy," she smiled. "Later, Harry." She took off for Divination.
He looked at the piece of parchment. As he walked on, he unfolded it. Neat, small handwriting said:
"I don't know, Pen. Maybe there's a possibility…it all seems to almost make sense…forget I said that…"
Harry shrugged, and walked on.
* * * * * *
It was that time of year. Quidditch practice began that night. Fred and George had some how managed to both become captains, and a new addition was made: Ron. His dreams of becoming Quidditch captain had come a bit closer, if not still far away.
The team walked off of the field, just as another team was leaving, Ravenclaw. The Gryffindors gave them a wide berth, not wishing to interfere with the end of their first practice after a fellow quidditch player's death, no matter what team he was from. It still weighed heavily upon them, but they were now able to have a good laugh at a teammate's antics once again. Looking at Fred, the captain and another player from Ravenclaw chucked the bludgers into the air, giving Harry's team a jump-start into practice. Another player followed suit, and hurled the quaffle down field. One ball left.
A girl walked along somberly, clutching the glinting golden snitch in her left hand. She turned around at her team's actions, and glanced at Harry's team. At him. She managed to smile a bit and threw the snitch in a graceful arc upward. Harry grinned at her, and mounting his broom, rocketed upward. It seemed ages since he had hunted for the small orb, and now he was ready to begin the hunt again. He never lost sight of it, and had snatched it in moments, and then sailed down to meet his team. He looked at the snitch, and saw the previous user's fingerprints all over it. Someone had once told him that to start a practice with a snitch recently used, and not polishing it before using it yourself, was bad luck, and you'd fall of your broom and break your neck or something. That didn't bother Harry.
As Long as Cho was starting to come out of the dip she was in…
For a moment, the letter he'd gotten from Penny seemed to have a feeling in common with the snitch he held, as if someone had recently touched both…. The thought was squashed, though, as a bludger whistled by, bringing Harry back to reality
***Just so you know, the Penny in this story isn't the same from the books. I made her up…***