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Voldermort gay! Hope u enjoy!
CHAPTER 3- The Letter
"You got busted?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow. "Its not everyday Magonagol does an inspection of the girls bathrooms."
"I think she heard the explosion from the spell and came to see if anything was wrong" Harry replied trying to sound truthful.
"There wasn't any explosion!" Hermione protested. "And even if there was, which there wasn't, it would have to be pretty loud for Magonagol to hear it all the way from the teacher's department!"
"God Hermione! Why are you getting so upset?!" Harry shouted, suddenly feeling angry.
"Why are you lying to me? Don't you think me and Ron would have been caught as well if Professor Magonagol really was here?!" Hermione screeched back. "I'm not stupid, you know!"
"Could have fooled me" Ron whispered and laughed
*Hermione gives Ron a you-are-such-an-arsehole look and then continues on*
"It's my life and I don't have to explain myself to you! You know Hermione, just because you get good grades doesn't mean that you're superior to everyone else! Stop trying to control me!" Harry cried in rootless anger. The usual calm green ocean in his eyes had turned into a raging storm. He started breathing faster and sweat ran down his forehead. He didn't know why he hated Hermione so much. It was true that he was lying. Why was he lying? Ron and Hermione were his best friends! He never kept anything from them. Harry felt like stabbing himself with a knife. He couldn't control what he was feeling. "I don't need this" he sighed, glaring at Hermione and then ran of toward his room.
"Harry! WAIT!" Ron called after him. Then he looked at Hermione. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"Hermione-" Ron started.
"I'm going to class" Hermione replied stubbornly, wiping her tears, and headed off towards potions in the dungeons. ****************************************************************
Harry ran into his room and slammed the door shut. He threw himself on his bed and covered his head with his pillow. Then he sat up and ran his fingers though his ruffled hair numerous times, it always helped him to think. This was too much for him to take. First, the freaky dream or whatever it was and then the fight with Hermione. "I have to forget about the dream". He hesitated. "I think it was a dream". Harry suddenly remembered that that it was Monday. He had class! He took a glace at his alarm clock. There were five minutes till potions started! "Crap!" Harry hastily shoved his things into his bags and then ran as fast as he could to the dungeons.
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When Harry arrived in the dungeons, he saw that everyone was deeply immersed in their work and the only empty seat was his. Professor Snape looked up from his desk. A sly smile formed on his wrinkled face. "So Mr. Potter, you have decided to grace us with your presence." Snape sniggered. He looked up at the clock on his desk. "What have we been doing for the last TEN minutes?" he bellowed in Harry's face.
"I'm .sorry, sir. I didn't realize the time-"
"IF YOU SHOULD BE LATE FOR MY CLASS ONE MORE TIME, I WILL PERSONALLY MAKE YOU SWALLOW A WART-GROWING POTION!" Snape spat. "But because I am such a considerate person, I will give you detention for the next three weeks."
"Gee, thanks Professor buthead" Harry muttered under his breath, as he walked over to his seat, which was right between Hermione and Ron.
"Oh joy, it's the scumbag" Hermione said to Ron as Harry shoved in between them.
"So, what are we doing, Ron?" Harry asked. He didn't really care about the work; it was more to show Hermione that he was ignoring her.
"We're copying notes off the board" Ron said, pointing to the blackboard. There were big chalk letters on it, which read 'COPY NOTES BELOW'
"Oh.right" Harry didn't feel like copying notes. He wasn't in the mood.
"Sir?" He called out to the agitated potions master. "May I please go to the bathroom?"
"No, Potter. You may not!" "Please, I really need to go" *Tries to make desperate face and crosses his legs really tight.* The whole class broke into laughter (except Ron, Hemione and all the girls in Gryffindor aka. 'the Harryfreaks"
"All right then, Potter. After all, we wouldn't want any accidents" Snape laughed. (A/N: Don't you feel like chucking him off Mt. Everest? Damn bastard!)
Harry squeezed himself out of the tiny space between his and Hermione's desk and ran, blasting the dungeon doors open.
"Man, he must have drunk a lot of fluids today" Ron gasped.
"He's up to something" Hermione nodded to herself in her usual I-get- everything-and-you-don't sort of way. "I just know it"
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Harry rushed into his room and locked the door. What was he doing? He didn't know and he didn't care. He just wanted to be alone. "I need some sugar" Harry sighed. He opened the top drawer of his bedside table in search of some chocolate frogs. Something warm came in contact with his fingers. Harry pulled it out from the back of the drawer. It was a scrunched-up piece of paper. He opened it to find that it was the spell- again. Harry laughed, rubbing his forehead. "I'm going bloody mad!" he had never placed the spell in his drawer. He clearly remembered dropping it when the 'dream' had ended. "I'm being haunted by a piece of paper!". Harry eyed his way down the page.
Suddenly the words started to fly. They whizzed around Harry's bewildered head and then rearranged themselves on the page. "This is bloody scary" Harry whispered. Then he considered what was going on. Maybe if he read the spell, he would go back to the 'dream' again. Harry didn't know why but there was something about the 'dream'. He had a strange longing to go back to it.
"Here goes nothing"
'Thearus penguius aroras, Lauries pouncies jamsius, Ivanus romuncus wingius, Lumora iratus ramsius.'
(A/N: Don't ask)
A cloud of thick blue smoke seeped in through a crack in one of Harry's windows. Gradually, the smoke devoured the entire room and Harry, once again fell into a deep sleep.
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Snape stiffly darted over to Ron and Hermione and leaned down so that his face was level with theirs. "Mr. Potter has been in the 'bathroom' for over ten minutes." He glared poison at the two terrified students. "You two wouldn't know what our famous little friend is up to, would you now?"
"No, sir!" Ron and Hermione replied quickly.
Professor Snape narrowed his eyes and then set off to see if he could torture any Gryffindors.
"Sir?" Hermione called out, raising her hand.
"What is it now, Miss Granger?" Snape grumbled, rolling his eyes.
"Sir, I was wondering if.if I should.go and look for Harry?"
"No, Ms. Granger! Stop being such a pain in the-"
"How about I go and look for him, Professor" Draco suggested. *Entire class (including Snape) stare at Draco, with their mouths open in shock*
"Are you feeling alright, Mr. Malfoy?" Snape questioned without sarcasm. Then he saw the smirk on Draco's face.
"That is very considerate of you, Draco. Take your bag with you, the lesson will probably be finished by the time you return."
"Thank you, Professor!" *Shoots a piercing glare at Hermione* "Don't worry, Granger. I'll find him."
Draco packed all his things into his bag and left the room with a sly grin on his face.
**************************************************************** Once again Harry was acquainted by the dim flickering flames of the grand fireplace. He was in the same old deserted room. This time his eyes adjusted to the dull light quicker than before. As soon as everything came into view, he saw that an arrow made of the blue smoke was pointing to a staircase at the far side of the room. The staircase was finely carved out of wood and painted a deep reddish-brown. Unlike the remainder of the room, it looked brand new and untouched. Harry rose to his feet, dusting the dirt off the back of his robes. Unable to control his curiosity, he ran over to the staircase and climbed up. The blue arrow flew before him. When Harry had reached the top, he saw that a large corridor stood before him. It seemed as if everything was lit by candlelight but there were no candles. Ahead there were many rooms, all had their doors shut. The blue arrow led Harry to the second room on the left-hand side of the corridor. He stood and stared at the closed door for a while. For some reason he felt like he had seen it so many time before. Harry sighed. He outstretched his hand to turn the knob. As soon as he touched it, a wave of silver stars shot up from the bottom of the door and it flung open. "I just knew that was going to happen!" Harry whispered to himself.
Inside was a room so magnificent, Harry had to wait a minute or so to take it all in. The walls were pure white with golden borders at the top and bottom. An enormous bed sat at the far end. It too was golden but was covered in silver bed sheets. There was also a golden: dressing table, cupboard, wardrobe (A/N: I can't be bothered thinking of anything else.its 11:30pm!) But something really caught Harry's eye. On top of the dressing table was a box. It shimmered as if it were made of diamonds but was a yellowish colour. Harry walked closer to get a better view. The box was covered in light-gold glitter. Then there were small stones arranged on the lid to say 'LETTERS'. Harry wasn't the type of person who read people's letters but.somehow, this time it was hard for him to resist. (A/N: there goes Mr. Goody-Goody) He slowly took off the lid and placed it beside the box. Inside there were numerous pieces of paper. Each was folded neatly. Harry hesitated then picked up one of the letters. As soon as he had unfolded it, the sweet smell of lavender filled the room. Harry looked at the first three words on the page and his heart leapt into his throat.
To Lily Evans
"Lily Evans!" Harry gasped
"If I'm not mistaken, that's my mother!' Harry eagerly read on.
This is highly awkward for me to say. I have been watching you for a while now. I guess what I am trying to say is that I really like you. It's not just the fact that you are beautiful. I saw you the other day, when you stood up to that old Hag-Madame Laurence. It's hard to find girls who are as brave as you. And your eyes.I feel like I can watch them all my life. I have to go now. I will send a brown owl to you at midnight. Please reply. Anxiously waiting for your reply, Anonymous
"God, I really hope that was my dad!" Harry laughed. He reached for another letter but his time was up. Blue smoke appeared from under the door.
I know it's gay but be nice!Please review! Keep reading! See ya, Angel
CHAPTER 3- The Letter
"You got busted?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow. "Its not everyday Magonagol does an inspection of the girls bathrooms."
"I think she heard the explosion from the spell and came to see if anything was wrong" Harry replied trying to sound truthful.
"There wasn't any explosion!" Hermione protested. "And even if there was, which there wasn't, it would have to be pretty loud for Magonagol to hear it all the way from the teacher's department!"
"God Hermione! Why are you getting so upset?!" Harry shouted, suddenly feeling angry.
"Why are you lying to me? Don't you think me and Ron would have been caught as well if Professor Magonagol really was here?!" Hermione screeched back. "I'm not stupid, you know!"
"Could have fooled me" Ron whispered and laughed
*Hermione gives Ron a you-are-such-an-arsehole look and then continues on*
"It's my life and I don't have to explain myself to you! You know Hermione, just because you get good grades doesn't mean that you're superior to everyone else! Stop trying to control me!" Harry cried in rootless anger. The usual calm green ocean in his eyes had turned into a raging storm. He started breathing faster and sweat ran down his forehead. He didn't know why he hated Hermione so much. It was true that he was lying. Why was he lying? Ron and Hermione were his best friends! He never kept anything from them. Harry felt like stabbing himself with a knife. He couldn't control what he was feeling. "I don't need this" he sighed, glaring at Hermione and then ran of toward his room.
"Harry! WAIT!" Ron called after him. Then he looked at Hermione. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"Hermione-" Ron started.
"I'm going to class" Hermione replied stubbornly, wiping her tears, and headed off towards potions in the dungeons. ****************************************************************
Harry ran into his room and slammed the door shut. He threw himself on his bed and covered his head with his pillow. Then he sat up and ran his fingers though his ruffled hair numerous times, it always helped him to think. This was too much for him to take. First, the freaky dream or whatever it was and then the fight with Hermione. "I have to forget about the dream". He hesitated. "I think it was a dream". Harry suddenly remembered that that it was Monday. He had class! He took a glace at his alarm clock. There were five minutes till potions started! "Crap!" Harry hastily shoved his things into his bags and then ran as fast as he could to the dungeons.
****************************************************************
When Harry arrived in the dungeons, he saw that everyone was deeply immersed in their work and the only empty seat was his. Professor Snape looked up from his desk. A sly smile formed on his wrinkled face. "So Mr. Potter, you have decided to grace us with your presence." Snape sniggered. He looked up at the clock on his desk. "What have we been doing for the last TEN minutes?" he bellowed in Harry's face.
"I'm .sorry, sir. I didn't realize the time-"
"IF YOU SHOULD BE LATE FOR MY CLASS ONE MORE TIME, I WILL PERSONALLY MAKE YOU SWALLOW A WART-GROWING POTION!" Snape spat. "But because I am such a considerate person, I will give you detention for the next three weeks."
"Gee, thanks Professor buthead" Harry muttered under his breath, as he walked over to his seat, which was right between Hermione and Ron.
"Oh joy, it's the scumbag" Hermione said to Ron as Harry shoved in between them.
"So, what are we doing, Ron?" Harry asked. He didn't really care about the work; it was more to show Hermione that he was ignoring her.
"We're copying notes off the board" Ron said, pointing to the blackboard. There were big chalk letters on it, which read 'COPY NOTES BELOW'
"Oh.right" Harry didn't feel like copying notes. He wasn't in the mood.
"Sir?" He called out to the agitated potions master. "May I please go to the bathroom?"
"No, Potter. You may not!" "Please, I really need to go" *Tries to make desperate face and crosses his legs really tight.* The whole class broke into laughter (except Ron, Hemione and all the girls in Gryffindor aka. 'the Harryfreaks"
"All right then, Potter. After all, we wouldn't want any accidents" Snape laughed. (A/N: Don't you feel like chucking him off Mt. Everest? Damn bastard!)
Harry squeezed himself out of the tiny space between his and Hermione's desk and ran, blasting the dungeon doors open.
"Man, he must have drunk a lot of fluids today" Ron gasped.
"He's up to something" Hermione nodded to herself in her usual I-get- everything-and-you-don't sort of way. "I just know it"
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Harry rushed into his room and locked the door. What was he doing? He didn't know and he didn't care. He just wanted to be alone. "I need some sugar" Harry sighed. He opened the top drawer of his bedside table in search of some chocolate frogs. Something warm came in contact with his fingers. Harry pulled it out from the back of the drawer. It was a scrunched-up piece of paper. He opened it to find that it was the spell- again. Harry laughed, rubbing his forehead. "I'm going bloody mad!" he had never placed the spell in his drawer. He clearly remembered dropping it when the 'dream' had ended. "I'm being haunted by a piece of paper!". Harry eyed his way down the page.
Suddenly the words started to fly. They whizzed around Harry's bewildered head and then rearranged themselves on the page. "This is bloody scary" Harry whispered. Then he considered what was going on. Maybe if he read the spell, he would go back to the 'dream' again. Harry didn't know why but there was something about the 'dream'. He had a strange longing to go back to it.
"Here goes nothing"
'Thearus penguius aroras, Lauries pouncies jamsius, Ivanus romuncus wingius, Lumora iratus ramsius.'
(A/N: Don't ask)
A cloud of thick blue smoke seeped in through a crack in one of Harry's windows. Gradually, the smoke devoured the entire room and Harry, once again fell into a deep sleep.
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Snape stiffly darted over to Ron and Hermione and leaned down so that his face was level with theirs. "Mr. Potter has been in the 'bathroom' for over ten minutes." He glared poison at the two terrified students. "You two wouldn't know what our famous little friend is up to, would you now?"
"No, sir!" Ron and Hermione replied quickly.
Professor Snape narrowed his eyes and then set off to see if he could torture any Gryffindors.
"Sir?" Hermione called out, raising her hand.
"What is it now, Miss Granger?" Snape grumbled, rolling his eyes.
"Sir, I was wondering if.if I should.go and look for Harry?"
"No, Ms. Granger! Stop being such a pain in the-"
"How about I go and look for him, Professor" Draco suggested. *Entire class (including Snape) stare at Draco, with their mouths open in shock*
"Are you feeling alright, Mr. Malfoy?" Snape questioned without sarcasm. Then he saw the smirk on Draco's face.
"That is very considerate of you, Draco. Take your bag with you, the lesson will probably be finished by the time you return."
"Thank you, Professor!" *Shoots a piercing glare at Hermione* "Don't worry, Granger. I'll find him."
Draco packed all his things into his bag and left the room with a sly grin on his face.
**************************************************************** Once again Harry was acquainted by the dim flickering flames of the grand fireplace. He was in the same old deserted room. This time his eyes adjusted to the dull light quicker than before. As soon as everything came into view, he saw that an arrow made of the blue smoke was pointing to a staircase at the far side of the room. The staircase was finely carved out of wood and painted a deep reddish-brown. Unlike the remainder of the room, it looked brand new and untouched. Harry rose to his feet, dusting the dirt off the back of his robes. Unable to control his curiosity, he ran over to the staircase and climbed up. The blue arrow flew before him. When Harry had reached the top, he saw that a large corridor stood before him. It seemed as if everything was lit by candlelight but there were no candles. Ahead there were many rooms, all had their doors shut. The blue arrow led Harry to the second room on the left-hand side of the corridor. He stood and stared at the closed door for a while. For some reason he felt like he had seen it so many time before. Harry sighed. He outstretched his hand to turn the knob. As soon as he touched it, a wave of silver stars shot up from the bottom of the door and it flung open. "I just knew that was going to happen!" Harry whispered to himself.
Inside was a room so magnificent, Harry had to wait a minute or so to take it all in. The walls were pure white with golden borders at the top and bottom. An enormous bed sat at the far end. It too was golden but was covered in silver bed sheets. There was also a golden: dressing table, cupboard, wardrobe (A/N: I can't be bothered thinking of anything else.its 11:30pm!) But something really caught Harry's eye. On top of the dressing table was a box. It shimmered as if it were made of diamonds but was a yellowish colour. Harry walked closer to get a better view. The box was covered in light-gold glitter. Then there were small stones arranged on the lid to say 'LETTERS'. Harry wasn't the type of person who read people's letters but.somehow, this time it was hard for him to resist. (A/N: there goes Mr. Goody-Goody) He slowly took off the lid and placed it beside the box. Inside there were numerous pieces of paper. Each was folded neatly. Harry hesitated then picked up one of the letters. As soon as he had unfolded it, the sweet smell of lavender filled the room. Harry looked at the first three words on the page and his heart leapt into his throat.
To Lily Evans
"Lily Evans!" Harry gasped
"If I'm not mistaken, that's my mother!' Harry eagerly read on.
This is highly awkward for me to say. I have been watching you for a while now. I guess what I am trying to say is that I really like you. It's not just the fact that you are beautiful. I saw you the other day, when you stood up to that old Hag-Madame Laurence. It's hard to find girls who are as brave as you. And your eyes.I feel like I can watch them all my life. I have to go now. I will send a brown owl to you at midnight. Please reply. Anxiously waiting for your reply, Anonymous
"God, I really hope that was my dad!" Harry laughed. He reached for another letter but his time was up. Blue smoke appeared from under the door.
I know it's gay but be nice!Please review! Keep reading! See ya, Angel
