E/N: Well, sorry for the delay here. It's actually been on my comp for a
little while, I've just been swamped. I had my country's 500th anniversary
to plan, my wife to murder, and Guilder to blame for it. ^_^;; Cookie to
whomever can tell me where that's from.
Disclaimer- Neither of us owns this. There's a nice "Entertainment Only" sign hanging over this, so please take that in to consideration. ^_^
Interesting Circumstance
Chapter 2- Train Ride with Lame Gits
"Hello Harry, how was your summer?" one of them asked.
"It was just fine Parvati," he answered.
"Harry, dear, I have to talk to you," she said. Harry followed her out into the hall. "Harry, I wanted to ask you to be my boyfriend," she said simply.
"Um, I don't know, um, let me think about that," Harry stood there a few seconds before saying, "No, don't think so." Parvati motioned for her friends to follow her as she sneered at Harry and slouched down the hall. Harry laughed and went back into the compartment with everyone staring at him.
"She wanted me to date her," he told them. They laughed, and told him it was a good joke. "I'm serious." His friends stopped laughing and stared in disbelief. Harry made a face at them and sat down. Neville finally sat down on the other side of Ginny and smiled apologetically.
"So, Potter, Weasel, Mudblood, and Longbottom, we have found the smelliest car in the train," Malfoy said standing it the door.
"Lame, really lame, dumb arse," Hermione said slipping her headphones off.
"Where did you spend your summer Mudblood?" Malfoy asked, taken aback by her evilness.
"The states," she answered. 'France, the states, this girl is rich and gets around,' Harry thought. "Yeah, and I learned that all of the people in this room are really lame useless gits," she said getting up and exiting.
"Why that little," Malfoy muttered leaving with Crabbe and Goyle (his posse) in step with him. Harry looked at Ron who had a snarl on his face.
"I'm a lame git! Look at her!" he yelled. Harry looked down, Hermione was supposed to be his friend, what happened?
The rest of the way was in silence. When they arrived at the school they loaded into the wagons led on by invisible horses and Harry wondered why Ron seemed so down. "What's got you down? Besides the fact that our friend has turned into a jackass?" he asked.
"The world is a jackass and I hate it all," Ron replied sheepishly. When they arrived at the castle after what seemed like years (a/n whoops didn't mean to make a stupid pun back it panned out like that sorry) he saw the castle for the first time in the half a year he was away (ha ha ha). Ron, Neville, and he climbed up the steps slowly and silent. Harry lifted his head only for a second to look at one of the windows where he saw the Vulcan girl again. She stared at him and disappeared. 'Ok that couldn't have been a hallucination' he thought nervously. The steps seemed to get bigger and his legs felt like lead. 'I can't be going mad' he thought hysterically.
'Or she could be causing me to go mad,' his brain muttered uncertainly. "You alright Harry?" Ron asked.
"Not really, I see this girl all the time and she is causing me to become a nutter," he told him.
"Oh, well where did you see her?" Ron pressed on.
"First it was in a dream, then it was at Diagon Alley, then here, just now," he replied rubbing his stomach scar.
"What's wrong, are you not feeling well?" Neville asked looking at Harry's hand rubbing his stomach.
"No, I have a scar there from my appendicitis this summer," Harry answered removing his hand and shoving it in his robe pockets. "Hey, Hermione is talking to Parvati and Lavender, why do you suppose?" Ron trailed off as the girls stared at them.
"Her new friends, now they can be the prep squad," Harry muttered scratching his neck. (A/n ok, so Harry wouldn't say that, but right now I think it's appropriate for the fact that I just don't like Hermione much, but I'm not making her dumb, just mean) While they had talked their feet had carried them to the Great Hall. "Hey maybe I'll be able to watch the Sorting this year!" Harry said eagerly.
"Psst, Harry!" a voice said behind him.
"Hullo Colin," he replied turning and seeing a brown haired 4th year named Colin Creevey behind him. (A/n I happen to think that Colin is the sweetest character on earth, just warning you)
"Harry, there's a girl in the Entrance Hall who wants to see you, she said she needed your help," he said. Harry's eyed widened and he was steaming.
"Tell her to stay out of my life!" he cried. Ron looked strangely at him, and then shrugged. Colin disappeared and came back a moment later, with the girl behind him.
"Come, I have gathered many and they will help, why not you?" she asked sincerely.
"Fine, Ron, are you coming?" he asked expectedly. Ron drooled slightly, staring at this Elrania and followed mindlessly.
The dungeon of Snape's classroom was dank, musty, and just plain ugly. Lines of glasses filled with every thing from pixie tails to boggart lungs were strategically placed on shelves along the damp walls. At the back of the class a faction had gathered, consisting of Malfoy, Hermione, Ginny, and to Harry and Ron's astonishment, Fred and George Weasley and Oliver Wood.
"Potter is coming too? I'm leaving," and he got up to exit but Elrania just pointed at him and he was tied to a chair. "Hey! My father'll have a . . ." He started before Elrania gagged him.
"Now everyone, my people need your help, on the next full moon I need you all down here at 12 midnight to get through the gate to Middle Earth," she said simply before disappearing again.
"Gosh, you'd think we were puppets," Harry muttered. But when he looked at the others he saw exactly what he said. "Guys! She's a Vulcan!" he cried hopelessly.
"But she's so pretty!" Fred and George said together.
"O jeez! I see what Harry's talking about, she's about as pretty as me!" Ginny said stomping her feet like a five-year-old.
"How dare you insult her like that!" Ron said. Ginny's bottom lipped trembled slightly but she held her form. Oliver straightened himself up in a hurry after realizing that he had lost him cool demeanor.
"Ahem, well, I suggest that Fred, George, and I head up to the guest dorms and you all trottle back to the feast," he said acting like the Minister of Magic.
"Trottle?" Harry and Ron questioned.
"What? Sorry, I couldn't help it, I teach Quidditch at a young witches and wizards center," he replied shrugging aimlessly.
TBC.
E/NII: Well, now that you've got the second chapter, here's a hint: Review!! All reviews are passed on to Kristan, and *insert shameless plug here* I know you know that I've got some work of my own out here, ne?
Disclaimer- Neither of us owns this. There's a nice "Entertainment Only" sign hanging over this, so please take that in to consideration. ^_^
Interesting Circumstance
Chapter 2- Train Ride with Lame Gits
"Hello Harry, how was your summer?" one of them asked.
"It was just fine Parvati," he answered.
"Harry, dear, I have to talk to you," she said. Harry followed her out into the hall. "Harry, I wanted to ask you to be my boyfriend," she said simply.
"Um, I don't know, um, let me think about that," Harry stood there a few seconds before saying, "No, don't think so." Parvati motioned for her friends to follow her as she sneered at Harry and slouched down the hall. Harry laughed and went back into the compartment with everyone staring at him.
"She wanted me to date her," he told them. They laughed, and told him it was a good joke. "I'm serious." His friends stopped laughing and stared in disbelief. Harry made a face at them and sat down. Neville finally sat down on the other side of Ginny and smiled apologetically.
"So, Potter, Weasel, Mudblood, and Longbottom, we have found the smelliest car in the train," Malfoy said standing it the door.
"Lame, really lame, dumb arse," Hermione said slipping her headphones off.
"Where did you spend your summer Mudblood?" Malfoy asked, taken aback by her evilness.
"The states," she answered. 'France, the states, this girl is rich and gets around,' Harry thought. "Yeah, and I learned that all of the people in this room are really lame useless gits," she said getting up and exiting.
"Why that little," Malfoy muttered leaving with Crabbe and Goyle (his posse) in step with him. Harry looked at Ron who had a snarl on his face.
"I'm a lame git! Look at her!" he yelled. Harry looked down, Hermione was supposed to be his friend, what happened?
The rest of the way was in silence. When they arrived at the school they loaded into the wagons led on by invisible horses and Harry wondered why Ron seemed so down. "What's got you down? Besides the fact that our friend has turned into a jackass?" he asked.
"The world is a jackass and I hate it all," Ron replied sheepishly. When they arrived at the castle after what seemed like years (a/n whoops didn't mean to make a stupid pun back it panned out like that sorry) he saw the castle for the first time in the half a year he was away (ha ha ha). Ron, Neville, and he climbed up the steps slowly and silent. Harry lifted his head only for a second to look at one of the windows where he saw the Vulcan girl again. She stared at him and disappeared. 'Ok that couldn't have been a hallucination' he thought nervously. The steps seemed to get bigger and his legs felt like lead. 'I can't be going mad' he thought hysterically.
'Or she could be causing me to go mad,' his brain muttered uncertainly. "You alright Harry?" Ron asked.
"Not really, I see this girl all the time and she is causing me to become a nutter," he told him.
"Oh, well where did you see her?" Ron pressed on.
"First it was in a dream, then it was at Diagon Alley, then here, just now," he replied rubbing his stomach scar.
"What's wrong, are you not feeling well?" Neville asked looking at Harry's hand rubbing his stomach.
"No, I have a scar there from my appendicitis this summer," Harry answered removing his hand and shoving it in his robe pockets. "Hey, Hermione is talking to Parvati and Lavender, why do you suppose?" Ron trailed off as the girls stared at them.
"Her new friends, now they can be the prep squad," Harry muttered scratching his neck. (A/n ok, so Harry wouldn't say that, but right now I think it's appropriate for the fact that I just don't like Hermione much, but I'm not making her dumb, just mean) While they had talked their feet had carried them to the Great Hall. "Hey maybe I'll be able to watch the Sorting this year!" Harry said eagerly.
"Psst, Harry!" a voice said behind him.
"Hullo Colin," he replied turning and seeing a brown haired 4th year named Colin Creevey behind him. (A/n I happen to think that Colin is the sweetest character on earth, just warning you)
"Harry, there's a girl in the Entrance Hall who wants to see you, she said she needed your help," he said. Harry's eyed widened and he was steaming.
"Tell her to stay out of my life!" he cried. Ron looked strangely at him, and then shrugged. Colin disappeared and came back a moment later, with the girl behind him.
"Come, I have gathered many and they will help, why not you?" she asked sincerely.
"Fine, Ron, are you coming?" he asked expectedly. Ron drooled slightly, staring at this Elrania and followed mindlessly.
The dungeon of Snape's classroom was dank, musty, and just plain ugly. Lines of glasses filled with every thing from pixie tails to boggart lungs were strategically placed on shelves along the damp walls. At the back of the class a faction had gathered, consisting of Malfoy, Hermione, Ginny, and to Harry and Ron's astonishment, Fred and George Weasley and Oliver Wood.
"Potter is coming too? I'm leaving," and he got up to exit but Elrania just pointed at him and he was tied to a chair. "Hey! My father'll have a . . ." He started before Elrania gagged him.
"Now everyone, my people need your help, on the next full moon I need you all down here at 12 midnight to get through the gate to Middle Earth," she said simply before disappearing again.
"Gosh, you'd think we were puppets," Harry muttered. But when he looked at the others he saw exactly what he said. "Guys! She's a Vulcan!" he cried hopelessly.
"But she's so pretty!" Fred and George said together.
"O jeez! I see what Harry's talking about, she's about as pretty as me!" Ginny said stomping her feet like a five-year-old.
"How dare you insult her like that!" Ron said. Ginny's bottom lipped trembled slightly but she held her form. Oliver straightened himself up in a hurry after realizing that he had lost him cool demeanor.
"Ahem, well, I suggest that Fred, George, and I head up to the guest dorms and you all trottle back to the feast," he said acting like the Minister of Magic.
"Trottle?" Harry and Ron questioned.
"What? Sorry, I couldn't help it, I teach Quidditch at a young witches and wizards center," he replied shrugging aimlessly.
TBC.
E/NII: Well, now that you've got the second chapter, here's a hint: Review!! All reviews are passed on to Kristan, and *insert shameless plug here* I know you know that I've got some work of my own out here, ne?