Being a Fifth Year BITES!!
Ron let out a long groan as they left Potions class. Harry agreed heart and soul with him. He, Ron and Hermonie had lost a total of thirty points for their house in an hour and a half. Nobody in their house would be mad at them which was a small comfort. Snape hated all Gryffindors especially him because of a grudge against his father.
"I swear he or me is gonna kill one another." Harry moaned.
"I doubt that but I might help."Hermonie said without even a lecture about threatening a teacher.
"Oh really what's up?" Ron leered.
"He gave me a C, I can't believe him! This might ruin my chances at being Head Girl." She moaned. Harry slung his arm round her shoulders. It was awkward at best but it seemed to make her feel better though.
"We'll get that git. He'll never know what hit him."
"Yeah I guess so. It will serve him right."
Ron grinned but his face fell as he looked behind him. "Oh no we have company." Draco Malfoy was swaggering down the hall with his two goons Crabbe and Goyle right behind him.
"So the little Mudblood isn't so perfect anymore." He sneered. His goons laughed at that.
"Have you seen your father lately last time I saw him he was groveling to Voldemort."Harry snapped. Crabbe and Goyle instantly froze and anger contorted on their ugly faces. While Ron flinched at the name.
Draco called him something that he wouldn't say if any teachers were around. He had struck a nerve, he wondered if Draco had joined the Death Eaters yet. He was probably still bitter about not see him get hit by several of the unforgivable curses, which would have made Draco happy for a decade.
"Oops better not let anyone catch you talking like that." Ron joined in.
Draco hissed his cold gray were slit in such a way that he could have passed for a snake and mad a slight gesture with his hand and Crabbe and Goyle leaped at him and Ron. It was like getting hit by a truck. Goyle elbow caught Harry in the stomach knocking the wind out of him while Goyle caught Ron in the nose causing it to bleed profusely
"Oh no you don't!" Hermonie screeched,"Porucuss!" and pointed her wand at Draco's head with a loud bang. Malfoy's silvery blond hair was now replaced with porcupine quills! Harry wondered were Hermonie had learned that one.
"YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD!!" Draco screeched diving at her and bring her into the fray. All six off them began punching and swearing at the top of their lungs, wand forgotten. They were attracting quite a crowd the majority of which was cheering for Harry and his friends.(Punch his nose in! Show that Slytherin scum who's boss! and the occasional Who did he call a Mudblood, lemme at him!) Though they kept getting pricked by Draco's new hairdo.
"STOP THIS THIS INSTANT!!" The looked up to face Professor McGonall."I'm ashamed that any students would act this way. Stand up now." Untangling from the fray the stood up. Harry whipped his lip which had got spilt during the fight and was now bleeding profusly,while Ron was tilting his head up to stop his bleeding nose. The crowd had scattered, and was going to get out of punishment, lucky them.
"This is not what I would expect form fifth year students. You behavior is quite shocking. Twenty points each will be taken away from your houses. And you all have detention. Now move along to your classes, Malfoy up to the hospital wing. Potter please stop by my office after dinner. Now move" she barked but in fact the had gotten off easy. Easier than he had suspected. But why did she want to see him after dinner, he prayed it wasn't Voldemort. But even if it wasn't about him he was still a problem, he had a body now and his minions were returning and he wanted him dead. At the end of last year he had escaped again maybe next time he might not be so lucky.
"Can you believe our luck?" Ron piped up beside him."I hope Malfoy's hair doesn't grow back."
"Me too and we only got one detention."
"Remember when Moody turned him into a ferret? That was beautiful."
"It wasn't Moody."
"Oh yeah sorry." The continued to Divination in silence. Harry was not looking forward to it Professor Teleway was convinced that Harry was going to drop dead any second. And it wore thin very quickly. The attic was hot and stuffy as always and already his lids were drooping.
Ron elbowed him in the side."Wanna bet which form of death you get this class?" Harry smirked the were studying how facial features affected ones life so far each class he was predicted one form of death or another, first it was drowning, next it had been falling off his broomstick then it had been by a back fired curse by Ron, and the last on had been a curse from his worst enemy.
"Hmm I think I'll get attacked by a werewolf next."
" I'm betting on a vampire."
They took their seated as the old bat made her entrance."Ah welcome we only have two more sessions of facial features. So we shall begin. Please open your books to pages 230. As you can see here a scar on the chin means money problem(well I must have a huge one Ron remarked) one under they eye means vision problems. A scar on the forehead," at this she turned her big misty eyes toward Harry and looked as though she was going to cry,"is a sign that you will be attacked by a dangerous creature especially werewolves or goblins." Ron stuck his tongue out at Harry for winning the bet.
"Well, there go my plans for being a werewolf breeder," he remarked. Some people round the room smirked but Lavender Brown shrieked."That's not funny Harry! This is serious!"
"She is quite right my dear. Stay away from the Forbidden Forest at all costs." He rolled his eyes not blaming Hermonie at all for dropping this class two years ago. She was a total fake she had according to Dumbldore only had two real predictions. He let out a long yawn the hot heavy perfumed air was getting to him and was obviously getting to Ron too his head was drooping. Well, at least she didn't give out much homework unlike Hermonie's elective class.
The old bat lecture for what seemed like hours. And it seemed that all of his features meant certain doom thought none as bad as him having a scar on his forehead. Finally it ended and not a moment to soon.
"Class no homework. Good-bye until you return. Though I predict that one will not return next week."
"Cause I'll be dead." Harry commented.
"Am I in the will?" Ron asked.
"Yeah well why not?"
"That's good to hear."
Hermonie cast a quizzed look at Ron who hadn't even touched his food which was really for Ron. Though he did look a little green.
"Uh Ron you okay?"
"Actually I feel like I'm going to puke."
"Well, as long as it's not any thing serious." Harry commented dryly.
Just then Dumbledore stood up."As you are quite aware Defense Against Dark Arts has not had a class so far. Though many of you feel that the events of the past few years have prepared you for any conflict that may come. But with Voldermort's rising strength means we must be ready, at all cost. I would like to introduce our new Defense Against Dark Art teacher, Professor Snape."
"No!"Harry hissed at this news.
"Aw! Crap!" Ron growled. Similar phrases were repeated at three house tables.
But Dumbledore smiled."No, you will still have your Potions teacher. No, he is actually Snape's sister!"
A woman next to the head master stood up. She like her brother had black hair and eyes but her skin was a golden tan. Her lips were a bright red. "I am quite honored to be teaching at my old school. I like my brother can be a grueling task master. But in light of You-Know-Knows reappearance it is needed. Classes will start tomorrow for the fifth years."
"Aww I knew Fridays off was to good to last!" Ron groaned.
"You actually thought we wouldn't have any Defense classes this year Ron?" Hermonie asked him raising her eyebrow.
She had a point. Just then Harry noticed that the new schedules were being handed out.
Harry Potter(Gryffindor)
Monday- 10am Care of Magical Creatures 1pm Charms
Tuesday- noon Transfiguration 8pm Astronomy
Wensday- 10am History of Magic 2pm Double Herbology (Hufflepuff)
Thursday- 1pm Double Potions(Slytherin) 3pm Divination
Friday-3pm Defense Against Dark Arts
Harry knew it would happen but he couldn't shake of the image of Snape and his sister agureing over who could be meaner to him. Maybe she's the nice one, yeah and I liked living with the Durslys! But still he knew he couldn't avoid it forever. But in the back of his mind a little voice said, You have faced Voldemort so many times already and survived what do you need classes for?
Dinner was getting out and he had to see McGonagall. He really really hoped that it wasn't that Voldemort was hanging around Hogwarts. His feet felt like lead as he trudged up the stairs his imagination getting the better of him. Imagining armies of Giants after him, him getting kicked out of Hogwarts, Quidditch being canceled ... all were in his head spinning around sometimes crashing into each other causing further chaos. He didn't even know how he made it to her office.
"Come in Potter have a seat." She said. She looked at him from the paper on his desk. Though she didn't smiled she looked less grim.
"Relax. It's not bad news, actually rather good news depending on how you want to look at it. I guess it would be rude to keep you in waiting wouldn't it? You have been chosen Quidditch team Captain."
His stomach did a flip."P-pr-Proffesser I'm honored." He felt like a very large dork studdering like a first year.
"It is not all honor and glory. You must plan practices, strategies and Harry prove that a year off has not dulled our team's edge. You will also have to find a new keeper. I would recommend holding tryouts soon so practices can start."
"I will miss."
"And good luck Harry" and she smiled.
"This is so amazing Harry! Well, it is natural that you would be Team Captain, you are even better than Charlie. I mean it! You only lost one game. Even Charlie couldn't do that!" Ron chattered on and on.
"You did deserve it Harry. But you should not let it take away form your studies. We have our O.W.L.S. this year. But still kick some Slytherin butt at the same time could you?" Hermonie said looking up from her newest book Wizarding Legends.
Harry smiled even thought she had a point on both accounts. He looked down at the what he was writing. It was the form for tryouts.
Quidditch Tryouts for Gryffindors
For Keeper position.
Begins 1pm this Sunday!
For 2nd to 6th years
Bring a broomstick
Experience preferred.
Any Questions? Contact Harry Potter.
Hope to see you there!
Harry chewed the inside of his cheek. "This okay?" showing the parchment to Ron and Hermonie. They both nodded.
"Hey either of you two gonna try out?" he asked.
"Well, I'd like to but I have no experience and if I got behind on my studies. I don't want to think about it!" Well, Hermonie had definitely chilled out since they had met her but she though that besides friends, studying came first. He also noticed that she had changed over the summer. She had figured out how to de-friz her hair and how to apply make up. It really worked on her.
"Well, I'm trying out. Charlie has been giving me some pointers." Ron said with a shrug.
"You know I can't just choose you because you're are my friend." He warned
"Yeah I know but I'll be the best keeper so don't worry about it." He said with a wide grin,"Just wish I had a better broom," he said suddenly looking downcast.
"Did Percy have one you could use?" Hermonie asked,"maybe he could lend it to you."
Ron let out a dry laugh."No Percy thought that playing Quittich was a waste of time so he doesn't have a broom."
How could they get a broom that Ron could compete on? His broom was a piece of crap. They all knew it.
"Well, how bout Charlie?" Harry asked.
"I don't know guess it's worth a try." Ron said but it didn't look like he was getting his hopes up."Well can I at least be the team manager if I can find a freaking broom!"
Hermonie smiled at that."I thought you might like a Nimbus Two-Thousand-ten instead. Actually I found this in the Daily Prophet." She showed him an article clipped out of the paper.
Nimbus 2010 Contest!!
All young witches and wizards you have the opportunity
to win a broom not yet released to the public!!
Send us your essays on why you deserve this broom!
Send your owl to Dede Tarkwitch!!
Winner will be announced Sunday morning!
"Hey, how can it hurt?"Ron asked no one in partucual,"but that means I better get writing." He bolted upstairs.
"If he paid that much attention to his school work. He might have a better average in his classes."Hermonie grumbled.
"Lay off it Hermi."
"Harry! We have our O.W.L.S this year! This is probably the most important test we'll ever take! You have to master spells, and learn history."
"Any potions we'll need to know?"
"No, actually not."
"Then I'll be fine." He grumbled. Hermonie made a frustrated sound in the back of her throat. He could conjure a Patrounus which was really advanced. Well, above normal O.W.L.S. So he wasn't freaking out to much. Well, at least not until the tests were a week away.
He awoke the next morning and dragged himself down to the Great Hall. And as soon as he sat down he was surrounded by almost every person at the table. Each with a question.
"What broom do you recommend?"
"Why can't first years tryout?"
"Are you going to decide?"
"Is Keeper hard."
"ACK! I gotta go! talk yo you later." He yelled and dashed out of the hall. Just as he had left. His stomach rumbled loudly reminding why he was in the Great Hall in the first place. He leaned back and hit his head against the wall.
"Hey we thought you could use this." A familiar voice said from behind him. He turned to see Hermonie with some toast and Ron had swiped some sausage.
"Thanks I'm starving."Grabbing a piece of toast.
"Well, well if it isn't Potty and Weasel? And their little Mudblood friend." Malfoy sneered coming out of the hall.
"How a loser made team captain even for Gryffindors, is beyond belief." Crabbe and Goyle began to smirk at him.
"Hey are you still on your house team. You've just lost to me every time we've played against each other."
Malfoy hissed. Grabbed the sausages from Ron and smashed them in Harry's face. It was almost instinct that he decked Malfoy right in the jaw. He staggered back with a look between shock and hatred on his face. He really looked ready to kill.
"Wha' goin on' her?" A heavy voice boomed form behind him. Hagrid looked down at them both.
"Nothing" Malfoy mumbled and ran off down the hall. But not before Ron could wiped out his wand out his robes and wispered,"Bindshosa!" Down the Hall Draco stumbled and tripped. The all began to giggle as he tried to get up and fell flat on his face.
Hagird smiled and said."I didn't see nutin."
The entered the Defense Against Dark Arts class room. And Harry felt like he could teach this class. Though he would never say anything like that! He found a seat in the back of the room with Ron and Hermonie. The class was soon filled and only then did Snape's sister appear.
"Hello class." she said briskly setting her briefcase on her desk. Just then Dean raised his hand.
"Mmm yes?"
"Just wanna know are you going to stay more than a year?"
"She smiled."Ahh you are talking about the Defense Against Dark Arts hex? Well, that happens to go along with today's lesson. Can a certain job be cursed? Anyone?"
To no one's suprise Hermonie's hand shot up. "Yes,! Though it requires an exceptionally strong wizard to do so. The wizard actually leaves a bit of their own energy that can never be replaced but it curses all that will hold that position."
Once again she smiled."Couldn't have said it better myself. Ten points to Gryffindors." Whoa! Where did that come from. Snape never once gave us a point. Or maybe she's just fair..
"Can anyone give us an example of one of our former teachers?"
Harry shot up his hand before Hermonie."Potter? Please explain" there was no sneer in her voice.
"Professor Lupin was discovered to be a werewolf. Lockhart lost his memory and Moody was discovered to be an impostor. And Quirell dies."
"Excellent Harry. Ten points to Gryffindors!" Ron looked ready to hug her for not being like Snape.
"Curses for an individual occupation are extremely hard to break. And only the bravest or stupidest take these on. I'm not sure which I am." laughter rippled though the class and she smiled again.
"That was amazing." Ron seemed to be in shock."Snape must be the evil one!"
He was right she was what none of them had been expecting. Though he still looked a little green.
"Man, you don't look so good. Feeling okay?"
"It's probably the stomach hex-flu."
"The what?" Harry asked.
"The wizarding world version of the stomach cold." she said. She was know it all. But she had a right to be a know it all anyone who read as much as she did deserved the title.
"Well, shake it off before tryouts okay? Cause you got competition."
"Great" he muttered.
Saturday passed without much action. Harry worked on his homework but his mind was far from it. It was on the Tryouts tomorrow. What if Ron didn't get a broom. he couldn't let him on the team with that piece of crap. He had his detuy to his house and he would up hold it.
"Hey something wrong?" Hermonie asked.
"Too much. What am i going to do if Ron doesn't get a new broom?"
"That might actually be a blessing in disguise. I mean what if Ron isn't any good? If he has a crappy broom you can blame it on that."
"No actually Ron a pretty good flier. Plus when we face Slytherin no one will try harder."
"Or foul harder?"
"That too."
"We'll find out tonight what's going to happen soon. By the way who's trying out?"
"Ugg that is the scary part. Neville is trying out so is Colin and his brother."
"Ouch that will not turn out to good will it?"
"They are going to kill each other I know it."
She smiled and laughed. She returned to her new book(another!). Just then Ron came storming in a stupid smile plastered on his face.
"I got it! I GOT IT! YES! YES! YES!" He began running around the common room like a mad man. Gaining odd looks from students trying to study or do homework.
"Uhh," Harry said leaning over and whispering to Hermonie,"I'm guessing he won the broom. She giggled again and pulled a strand of hair out of her eyes."Yeah it's about time he got something really awesome."
"OHHH!! We got a pair of love birds here!" cooed a voice.
"By George I think we do!"
"I'm Fred you're George, You forgot who we are!?"
"Hey! Hey! Break it up! We are not a couple okay?!"Harry said."We are just--"
Fred and George cut him short with laughter."Gotcha!" He fumed silently at their antics and Hermonie looked ready to turn them into horntoads(if she knew how).
Fred smiled and jerked his head toward Ron."What's up with him?"
"Didn't he tell you?"
"Tell us what?" George butted in.
"That he won a Nimbus 2010!" Hermonie chirped.
"Whoa! He'll make Keeper no sweat!"George grinned and Harry prayed he was right.
Author's Note- I would love to put the Tryouts in this story! But they Desereve a story to it's self! So look for it soon!
Harry walked up to the head of the table butterflies in his stomach. All eyes were on him. He cleared his throat.
"I am pleased to announce that I have made my decision to who the new Keeper will be. Before I announce the our newest member. I want to say those of you who didn't make the team that next year we will have five openings that will be needed to be filled. It is quite possible that I did not choose you as Keeper because I thought you would make a better Beater or Chaser next year. So without further delay I present to you your new house Keeper. RON WEASLEY!!" Silently he thanked Hermonie for helping him with that sppech
The table erypted with applause for Ron. His brother were giving him noggies while Ginny and Hermonie were giving him a hug while squealing excitably. Other people were cheering loudly. Even the people who had tried out were congratulating him. Maybe he wasn't going to be team captain but he was now part of the House team. And he was having his fifteen minutes of fame, he deserved it.
Harry slid back next to his friend and yelled at him over the racket."Congrats Ron!" Ron smiled back at him while the twins hooted loudly about him making up for Percy's failure to make the team. While Katie Bell kissed him on the cheek causing Ron's ears to turn bright red.
After the had left the hall Ron couldn't get the smile off his face. Harry was glad he had made it, he really had been the best for the job there was no doubting that."
"Potter, Weasley and Granger. Just the people I wanted to see!" McGonagall called from behind them. "By the way Ron, congratulations on making the team. We do have to keep our winning streak intact don't we?"
"I'll try."
"Though why I came to talk to you is about is a less pleasant matter. You will be serving your detentions this week. Weasley you will bee serving your with Professor Sprout, something about the Reekcaps needing replanting on Wensday. Hermonie you will be helping Professor Hooch, Monday. And Harry you will be assisting Professor Snape on Tuesday."
"Uhh female right?" he asked hoping that he didn't sound to pathetic.
"No, the Potions master." She said and thought that he saw pity in her eyes. She turned swiftly and the moaning party began.
"Reekcaps!? Those things SMELL!! It will take twenty showers to get the stench out! Awww why me?"
"Madame Hooch has it in for me! I'll have splinters forever." Hermonie moaned acting quite out of character.
"I got it worse than that! I have Snape! Hermonie you can have all my books and Ron I leave my Firebolt."
"I wouldn't doubt it." Hermonie agreed while Ron nodded in agreement. Harry tried to give them a weak smile.
"Well, Quidditch starts this week that will take our mind of that." Which made Ron break out into a wide smile that showed that he had momentarily forgotten about the Reekcaps.
Harry walked into Snape's office like a person set to die. Snape leered evilly at him obviously enjoying his reaction.
"Ah you have decided to grace me with you presence. I'm honored." he said sarcasm oozing in his voice.
"Well, you will pleased to know that we will not be stuck in my office all night, " at this he gestured at the decor animal carcasses floating in liquid, the dim light and a demon. Whoops no demon that was Snape."We will be going looking for some ingredients, for class. You do know how to get Saccass powder don't you? Oh no you don't?" Reading the expression on his face."Well fame does not equal brain does it." At this Harry bit his lip knowing that if he talked back he was going to get another detention.
"Saccass powder comes from the Powper plant. It is a plant that lives in forests. It catches it food by spitting a acid at it. Don't worry Potter it only causes human skin to turn silver. So don't worry. And if you haven't already guessed we will be going into the Forbidden Forest."
Yeah as a matter of fact he had. And Professor Teleway' warning echoed in his ears. Stay away from the Forbidden Forest at all costs. Well, nothing would get him out of this. Nothing at all...
A strange call pierced the forest causing Harry to jump for the hundredth time. The light from his wand reflected off the silver patches that now coated his arms. Snape being Snape had insisted that Harry do all the work. Snape seemed in a good mood, well torturing him was the highlight of his crappy life. His crappy, freakin, pathetic life! Harry was glad that it was dark Snape could not miss the look of hatred on his face. In fact the only person that he hated more was Voldemort, well he hated Pettigrew more too.
"Having a good time Potter?"
"A real blast." Harry hissed though gritted team. The silver blotches on his arm were beginning to burn. He prayed they came off and soon!
"Ahh now part two of detention."
What?! There was a part two? Part one was bad enough what could be worse? Feeding him to a hippogriff? Or maybe beating him on the head with a broomstick? Very few things were beneath Snape.
Snape leaned close to him and whispered."Find your way back." Than with a whispered Nox. And he disappeared.
"SNAPE! I KNOW YOU CAN"T APPERATE!! GET BACK HERE YOU...." Harry proceeded to call Snape every swear word he knew. Oh man this was bad he was dead meat!. Doomed what ever you wanted to call it.
"C'mon Harry you gotta get your butt out of here. Now or you are dead meat."
Just then a long howl broke the silence. A werewolf! Oh crap!! He ran he just ran in the direction he had come from. Trying to out run it. Snape had trapped him and had left him to die! When he got back he would kill Snape and get him fired at the same time!
Just then he heard it. A heavy panting like a large dog, but worse. It was a werewolf. More panting, more werewolf's. A pack. Aww he was screwed. A pain formed in his side but he didn't stop, couldn't. Wouldn't give Snape the satisfaction.
Then up ahead like water in a desert. The lights from Hagird's cabin. A hundred feet...nintey...eighty...seventy...sixty..the panting was almost deafening....fifty...fourty....thirty....twenty...
They pounced. The claws got him in the back. It was pain that only Voldemort could top. He tried to fight but his wand was a yard away from him. So he threw wild punches trying to catch one of them. Then one the largest. Bounded up he couldn't fend him off. He bit him in the neck. He missed his windpipe and all he got was muscle but he cried out loudly. In the cabin he heard Hagrid hear him and came out.
"Arry! Back ya Son o'..."
That's when he blacked out the pain getting to him. Anger for Snape, Relief for Hagrid and most of all.. fear, he had been bitten. That meant one thing-he was a werewolf....No,no this can't be....
To be Continued...
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