*Notes*
Disclaimer: hmm. WHY isn't this on the previous chapters? I know I wrote one. ::glares at Word:: Harry Potter isn't mine. In fact, none of the things in the story are, except maybe the scenery and the plot. which I think is going to be very unique. And hentai. Pervertedness, for those of you who don't know ;) M/M sex, and uh. That should be about it. ::smiles sweetly::
Oh, and a big thank you to all of you who have reviewed, including Ru Av Natten, who so generously provided me with my latest review and who deserves a big thank-you for unwittingly getting me to continue this. I do like reviews! ( I wasn't going to continue this (lazy, school, etc), but I feel that since it's summer everyone deserves a treat, even people like me who are insanely still taking classes. Ok, enough rambling. On with another short bit of chapter!
Chapter rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Mention of sex
*End notes*
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Fred stared in horrified fascination at the worn parchment, unable to look away. 'Whoa," he thought to himself, entranced. He continued reading the descriptions of Harry's private fantasies, described in graphic detail there in front of him. Fred breathed in sharply as he felt his pants get much tighter than they had been moments before.
Unfortunately for him, that was the moment Harry decided to flop down on his bed. Fred froze at the sudden pain as the mattress smacked him on the head, causing him to bite his tongue sharply. Mentally cursing the oversized bit of padding above him, he reluctantly put the notebook in as close as he could remember to its original position. Above him, Harry and friends continued to pack their things. Fred began to cogitate, plan after plan seeping through his mind like water, all of them being discarded moments after they had appeared.
Suddenly, he had it. He could have shouted. It was brilliant! So wrapped up was he in his scheming that it was a good ten minutes before he noticed that the rest of the room's occupants had already left. "Ah, crap! I've got to get packed!" he said to himself, and leapt out from under the bed. Or tried to, anyhow, as he banged his head yet again, this time on the bed's hard wooden frame. He cursed.
***
"Where have you been? Everyone's been looking for you." said his twin as Fred halted, breathless, before him at the edge of the lake. "I had a few things to take care of," he said. "I need to talk to you later." George looked at him, curiosity written across his face as he bent to pick up his bag. Dumbledore had just exited the castle, and walked over to the group of fifth years gathered near the water's edge.
"Now then. Gather your things, everybody, because the journey is about to begin." He smiled animatedly, and an air of excitement rippled throughout the students. The Headmaster waved his wand above the water, and a narrow rainbow bridge began growing out from both the shore and from the nearest shore of the island. The stones grew longer and higher, seemingly unable to decide what color they wanted to be as they warbled from red to blue to silver. Eventually their edges met, and the two masses of land were joined. Dumbledore beckoned for them to follow him, then led them across.
Harry stepped off the end of the bridge and looked around in wonderment. Not only did he no longer seem to be on the island, but the plant life was different. Large, wet-looking leaves dangled down all around them, brightly green and alive. Vines and moss clung to the branches, and everywhere he looked the flora seemed to scream out its lushness. The dark soil beneath him stuck to his shoes and seemed to glow with an enriching magic. Although it was warmer here than at the castle, a light breeze arrived to cool him off and reminded him of the middle of summer.
When the last student had made his way to the altered island, Dumbledore again waved his wand at the multicolored stone before him. The bridge seemed to shimmer translucently for a moment, and then vanished. "Follow me," he told his students, and led them down a tree-lined path that disappeared into the forest.
Disclaimer: hmm. WHY isn't this on the previous chapters? I know I wrote one. ::glares at Word:: Harry Potter isn't mine. In fact, none of the things in the story are, except maybe the scenery and the plot. which I think is going to be very unique. And hentai. Pervertedness, for those of you who don't know ;) M/M sex, and uh. That should be about it. ::smiles sweetly::
Oh, and a big thank you to all of you who have reviewed, including Ru Av Natten, who so generously provided me with my latest review and who deserves a big thank-you for unwittingly getting me to continue this. I do like reviews! ( I wasn't going to continue this (lazy, school, etc), but I feel that since it's summer everyone deserves a treat, even people like me who are insanely still taking classes. Ok, enough rambling. On with another short bit of chapter!
Chapter rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Mention of sex
*End notes*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Fred stared in horrified fascination at the worn parchment, unable to look away. 'Whoa," he thought to himself, entranced. He continued reading the descriptions of Harry's private fantasies, described in graphic detail there in front of him. Fred breathed in sharply as he felt his pants get much tighter than they had been moments before.
Unfortunately for him, that was the moment Harry decided to flop down on his bed. Fred froze at the sudden pain as the mattress smacked him on the head, causing him to bite his tongue sharply. Mentally cursing the oversized bit of padding above him, he reluctantly put the notebook in as close as he could remember to its original position. Above him, Harry and friends continued to pack their things. Fred began to cogitate, plan after plan seeping through his mind like water, all of them being discarded moments after they had appeared.
Suddenly, he had it. He could have shouted. It was brilliant! So wrapped up was he in his scheming that it was a good ten minutes before he noticed that the rest of the room's occupants had already left. "Ah, crap! I've got to get packed!" he said to himself, and leapt out from under the bed. Or tried to, anyhow, as he banged his head yet again, this time on the bed's hard wooden frame. He cursed.
***
"Where have you been? Everyone's been looking for you." said his twin as Fred halted, breathless, before him at the edge of the lake. "I had a few things to take care of," he said. "I need to talk to you later." George looked at him, curiosity written across his face as he bent to pick up his bag. Dumbledore had just exited the castle, and walked over to the group of fifth years gathered near the water's edge.
"Now then. Gather your things, everybody, because the journey is about to begin." He smiled animatedly, and an air of excitement rippled throughout the students. The Headmaster waved his wand above the water, and a narrow rainbow bridge began growing out from both the shore and from the nearest shore of the island. The stones grew longer and higher, seemingly unable to decide what color they wanted to be as they warbled from red to blue to silver. Eventually their edges met, and the two masses of land were joined. Dumbledore beckoned for them to follow him, then led them across.
Harry stepped off the end of the bridge and looked around in wonderment. Not only did he no longer seem to be on the island, but the plant life was different. Large, wet-looking leaves dangled down all around them, brightly green and alive. Vines and moss clung to the branches, and everywhere he looked the flora seemed to scream out its lushness. The dark soil beneath him stuck to his shoes and seemed to glow with an enriching magic. Although it was warmer here than at the castle, a light breeze arrived to cool him off and reminded him of the middle of summer.
When the last student had made his way to the altered island, Dumbledore again waved his wand at the multicolored stone before him. The bridge seemed to shimmer translucently for a moment, and then vanished. "Follow me," he told his students, and led them down a tree-lined path that disappeared into the forest.