Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own HP in any way shape or form. But if I did...things would go way differently than JK. First off it would be called Severus Snape and in it he would be my personal slave...::cough::...Anywayz...
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Silver: Sevvie, get me a drink.
Snape: Go to Hell.
Silver: See? The thanks I get for making you my personal slave! Do you ever once thank me? You should be grateful you don't have to be around snot nosed kids anymore.
Snape: ::mumblepsychopathmumble::
Silver: What was that?
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Summary: Harry, Ron, and Hermione visit Hagrid's on the first week of their fifth year and come across a startling suprise.
Unicorn's Blood
Chapter I- The Visitor
Harry, Ron, and Hermione traveled down their usual path to Hagrid's at a leisurely pace. They were into their first week of their fifth year, and it seemed to go by slowly. It was like that every year. Harry didn't mind actually; neither did Ron or Hermione, except for Potion's class with the Slytherins and Snape, who had already taken away a few points form Gryffindor because Harry misread the lables on a couple of the ingredients used in the potion. It was no problem, with all of the Quidditch matces they were going to win, they'd have no problem winning the house cup from the Slimy Slytherins.
They reached Hagrid's door and Ron stepped ahead of them to knock. He made three sharp knocks to make sure Hagrid heard. After a few seconds, he answered the door.
A snigger was heard in Ron's direction. He was unable to hold it in, unlike Hermione and Harry. They bit their lips to keep from making any noise.
Hagrid was clad in a huge, pink, frilly apron, holding a spatula; which if you didn't know the man, you would swear he was totally out of character.
"Hiya Harry. Hermione. Ron. Come in." He pulled the door wide enough for them to enter.
They took seats in the one room place. Harry saw Ron look at his feet barely hanging off of the front. Ron shook his head, grinning at the fact that he would never grow into the chair. None of them would ever be able to touch ground.
All was peaceful for about half an hour. They chatted about nothing in particular while Hagrid cooked. First about Quidditch, then the weather, how their summers went, all up to potions. That's when Hermione and Ron began their argument. Hermione referred it as a 'disagreeable conversation' when Harry asked, but he knew better. Besides, it basically meant the same thing. The topic was the difference between the effects of Ouied Poison and Moonseed poison.
Hagrid and Harry exchanged confused looks every so often, but said nothing to break the squabbling up. It was amusing to watch Ron try to prove his point to Hermione, who knew she was right about the certain subject. Ron liked to start arguments with her, Harry thought, because he fancied her.
His thoughts as well as their dispute was interupted by scratches on the outside of the rough wooden door. Without disturbing Hagrid, Harry hopped down off of the large seat and headed for the door.
Ron and Hermione stared intently after him, curious as to know what it was making the noise.
"It could be Crookshanks." Hermione whispered to Ron, not taking her eyes off of the door.
"Why are you whispering? Besides," Ron confessed before he realized it, "I locked Crookshanks up in my closet."
"You what?!" Hermione shouted hysterically, starting to get up to save her dear cat. Ron held his hand out for her to say put. She slumped back down in her chair, furious with Ron for his actions.
The clawing noise seemed to be getting more frantic by the second passing. The room was silent, except for the clinging of a metal spatula against a frying pan and the creaking of floorboards beneath Harry's feet every step towards the door.
Harry Twisted the brass knob on the door slightly and slowly opened the door. Expecting it to be a four legged animal of some sort, he was shocked when it was a unconcious woman who fell against him. He tried to support her weight and drag her out of the doorway, but he dropped her on the hard floor when he saw that she was naked and bloody. He hadn't meant to, it was just his reaction to her nakedness. And the blood was weird. There was no other way to describe it. The iron scent clung to his nostril and he felt like gagging. It thick metallic red liquid was smeared all about his robes and arms. A streak of it was just below his mouth.
She fell onto the dirty wooden floor with a sickening thump, her limbs sprawled unusually about her, left foot twisted beyond recognition. It didn't even look like a foot anymore. It was gnarled and bloody with the bone that joined with the ankle protruding out on the side.
Harry fell to the floor shoulder shaking violently as he vomited. When he looked back up Ron and Hermione were beside him. Ron was looking after him as Hermione studied the woman in the puddle of blood on the floor. Under all the tangled sticky mass of what looked like silvery white hair, escaped a ragged moan.
Ron helped Harry up, looking like he was going to retch as well. His freckles were vivid against his ashen face. "What do we do, Harry!?"
"Calm down, Ron." Hermione said, quite shaken herself. "She's still alive."
"YEAH, BUT FOR HOW LONG?! AND WHY ARE YOU SO CALM?!? HAVE YOU SEEN THINGS LIKE THIS BEFORE?!!" Ron was going into hysterics. His hands were shaking and he was pacing a hole into the floor.
Hermione waited for him to look at her then spoke. "Someone has to stay calm Ron. It won't do any good to go psychopathic." She went over to the boy and held him by the shoulders. Ron sagged against her.
Hagrid, who hadn't noticed all of the commotion, thought Hermione and Ron was still arguing. "Okay now, it's getting a bit loud."
Ron jerked away from Hermione and turned to the half-giant with a sudden burst of rage and panic. "Incase you HAVEN'T noticed...THERE'S A DYING WOMAN ON YOUR FLOOR!!! IS THAT A CAUSE OF CONCERN, OR DOES THIS SORT OF THING HAPPEN EVERYDAY?!!!"
"What?" He spun around quickly scanning around the room. Once he saw the mess on the floor, he let out a gasp. "Merlin's Bones!" The rosy complexion on his face drained almost instantaneously. He rushed over to the body. "What happened?!"
Harry hadn't spoke for a bit, and he was surprised when he found himself answering. "I heard a scratching noise so I opened the door. She fell on me." Hagrid seemed to glance over him briefly before he focused his attention on the heap on the floor.
Hagrid grimaced while taking mental notes to see if she should be moved or not. Broken bones? Only that one, and it looked horrible. Cuts? By Merlin, there was too many cuts to count. Slashes were like tiger stripes down her sides. He pushed her hair out of her face and gasped as he recognized her.
Her eyes slowly formed into tiny slits. "R-rubeus?" was all she could get out before falling back into a state of unconciousness.
"We have to go to Poppy at once!" Hagrid instructed, picking up the woman and running out of the room. Ron and Hermione followed after him, falling behind because of their size.
Harry vomited once more, feeling weak as his soulders sagged heavily. Smoke began to fill up the room like a black fog and he slowly got up, wiping his mouth, and headed for the stove. Turning the knob to cut off the fire, he took the frying pan off of the stove and went after them at a quick run.
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A/N: This is my first attempt at a fanfic, well, not really. I have done a NUMBER of fanfics, but none of them or finished or posted so...yeah anyways. I won't put up another chapter until I have at least five reviews just to make sure people actually like my writing. Review please!! Thanx. I am eternally and internally grateful!!!
Love- Silver Quill
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Silver: Sevvie, get me a drink.
Snape: Go to Hell.
Silver: See? The thanks I get for making you my personal slave! Do you ever once thank me? You should be grateful you don't have to be around snot nosed kids anymore.
Snape: ::mumblepsychopathmumble::
Silver: What was that?
~_~
Summary: Harry, Ron, and Hermione visit Hagrid's on the first week of their fifth year and come across a startling suprise.
Unicorn's Blood
Chapter I- The Visitor
Harry, Ron, and Hermione traveled down their usual path to Hagrid's at a leisurely pace. They were into their first week of their fifth year, and it seemed to go by slowly. It was like that every year. Harry didn't mind actually; neither did Ron or Hermione, except for Potion's class with the Slytherins and Snape, who had already taken away a few points form Gryffindor because Harry misread the lables on a couple of the ingredients used in the potion. It was no problem, with all of the Quidditch matces they were going to win, they'd have no problem winning the house cup from the Slimy Slytherins.
They reached Hagrid's door and Ron stepped ahead of them to knock. He made three sharp knocks to make sure Hagrid heard. After a few seconds, he answered the door.
A snigger was heard in Ron's direction. He was unable to hold it in, unlike Hermione and Harry. They bit their lips to keep from making any noise.
Hagrid was clad in a huge, pink, frilly apron, holding a spatula; which if you didn't know the man, you would swear he was totally out of character.
"Hiya Harry. Hermione. Ron. Come in." He pulled the door wide enough for them to enter.
They took seats in the one room place. Harry saw Ron look at his feet barely hanging off of the front. Ron shook his head, grinning at the fact that he would never grow into the chair. None of them would ever be able to touch ground.
All was peaceful for about half an hour. They chatted about nothing in particular while Hagrid cooked. First about Quidditch, then the weather, how their summers went, all up to potions. That's when Hermione and Ron began their argument. Hermione referred it as a 'disagreeable conversation' when Harry asked, but he knew better. Besides, it basically meant the same thing. The topic was the difference between the effects of Ouied Poison and Moonseed poison.
Hagrid and Harry exchanged confused looks every so often, but said nothing to break the squabbling up. It was amusing to watch Ron try to prove his point to Hermione, who knew she was right about the certain subject. Ron liked to start arguments with her, Harry thought, because he fancied her.
His thoughts as well as their dispute was interupted by scratches on the outside of the rough wooden door. Without disturbing Hagrid, Harry hopped down off of the large seat and headed for the door.
Ron and Hermione stared intently after him, curious as to know what it was making the noise.
"It could be Crookshanks." Hermione whispered to Ron, not taking her eyes off of the door.
"Why are you whispering? Besides," Ron confessed before he realized it, "I locked Crookshanks up in my closet."
"You what?!" Hermione shouted hysterically, starting to get up to save her dear cat. Ron held his hand out for her to say put. She slumped back down in her chair, furious with Ron for his actions.
The clawing noise seemed to be getting more frantic by the second passing. The room was silent, except for the clinging of a metal spatula against a frying pan and the creaking of floorboards beneath Harry's feet every step towards the door.
Harry Twisted the brass knob on the door slightly and slowly opened the door. Expecting it to be a four legged animal of some sort, he was shocked when it was a unconcious woman who fell against him. He tried to support her weight and drag her out of the doorway, but he dropped her on the hard floor when he saw that she was naked and bloody. He hadn't meant to, it was just his reaction to her nakedness. And the blood was weird. There was no other way to describe it. The iron scent clung to his nostril and he felt like gagging. It thick metallic red liquid was smeared all about his robes and arms. A streak of it was just below his mouth.
She fell onto the dirty wooden floor with a sickening thump, her limbs sprawled unusually about her, left foot twisted beyond recognition. It didn't even look like a foot anymore. It was gnarled and bloody with the bone that joined with the ankle protruding out on the side.
Harry fell to the floor shoulder shaking violently as he vomited. When he looked back up Ron and Hermione were beside him. Ron was looking after him as Hermione studied the woman in the puddle of blood on the floor. Under all the tangled sticky mass of what looked like silvery white hair, escaped a ragged moan.
Ron helped Harry up, looking like he was going to retch as well. His freckles were vivid against his ashen face. "What do we do, Harry!?"
"Calm down, Ron." Hermione said, quite shaken herself. "She's still alive."
"YEAH, BUT FOR HOW LONG?! AND WHY ARE YOU SO CALM?!? HAVE YOU SEEN THINGS LIKE THIS BEFORE?!!" Ron was going into hysterics. His hands were shaking and he was pacing a hole into the floor.
Hermione waited for him to look at her then spoke. "Someone has to stay calm Ron. It won't do any good to go psychopathic." She went over to the boy and held him by the shoulders. Ron sagged against her.
Hagrid, who hadn't noticed all of the commotion, thought Hermione and Ron was still arguing. "Okay now, it's getting a bit loud."
Ron jerked away from Hermione and turned to the half-giant with a sudden burst of rage and panic. "Incase you HAVEN'T noticed...THERE'S A DYING WOMAN ON YOUR FLOOR!!! IS THAT A CAUSE OF CONCERN, OR DOES THIS SORT OF THING HAPPEN EVERYDAY?!!!"
"What?" He spun around quickly scanning around the room. Once he saw the mess on the floor, he let out a gasp. "Merlin's Bones!" The rosy complexion on his face drained almost instantaneously. He rushed over to the body. "What happened?!"
Harry hadn't spoke for a bit, and he was surprised when he found himself answering. "I heard a scratching noise so I opened the door. She fell on me." Hagrid seemed to glance over him briefly before he focused his attention on the heap on the floor.
Hagrid grimaced while taking mental notes to see if she should be moved or not. Broken bones? Only that one, and it looked horrible. Cuts? By Merlin, there was too many cuts to count. Slashes were like tiger stripes down her sides. He pushed her hair out of her face and gasped as he recognized her.
Her eyes slowly formed into tiny slits. "R-rubeus?" was all she could get out before falling back into a state of unconciousness.
"We have to go to Poppy at once!" Hagrid instructed, picking up the woman and running out of the room. Ron and Hermione followed after him, falling behind because of their size.
Harry vomited once more, feeling weak as his soulders sagged heavily. Smoke began to fill up the room like a black fog and he slowly got up, wiping his mouth, and headed for the stove. Turning the knob to cut off the fire, he took the frying pan off of the stove and went after them at a quick run.
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A/N: This is my first attempt at a fanfic, well, not really. I have done a NUMBER of fanfics, but none of them or finished or posted so...yeah anyways. I won't put up another chapter until I have at least five reviews just to make sure people actually like my writing. Review please!! Thanx. I am eternally and internally grateful!!!
Love- Silver Quill