Me-OMG IM SO SORRY! I got labor day and memorial day mixed up! I would go and hit my head with Harry Potter #7 again, but I already hit my head 3 times, go see my other stories. Oh, and sorry for not updating sooner, I had a BREAKTHROUGH IN PLOT FOR "LOST MEMORIES"! So happy...
Dib-First you apologize, then you start talking about a hole different story! Whats wrong with you!
Me-well, if you ask a professional psychiatrist, they would say something totally different, and, its all true, pain, regret, lose, I've cried every day for the past week, longer than usual... I really do hate September... but now, theirs something totally new in the mix, something strong, rightful, hopeful, and well, its not about my dogs, and I've never felt like this before... Love...
Dib-Wait, seriously?
Me-Yep.
Dib-who?
Me-Maybe I'll post his name next chapter, if its okay with him!
Dib-wait, why are you talking about some random guy you like?
Me-He said he liked me first! Hes so sweet and caring... he compliments me!
Dib-odd...
Me-NO MORE QUESTIONS!
Chapter 9-
"Well Harry, Ron, we should head down to breakfast."
And acting as though nothing happened, he put his wig and contact back in place, and walked toward the door.
"Whats keeping you guys, your dressed, its our first day of class, and I'm willing to talk about about my Malfoy incidents."
upon hearing this, they followed.
"So, the first time I saw him, was with Harry. The only reason I didn't fight back, was that my contact nearly popped out of place, the second time, we were on the train, and I was worried that my wig might fall of in the scuffle, and the last time, well, you know I gave him a bloody nose."
"So, hold on, you would've given him a bloody nose on the train, but you were worried about your WIG?"
"Yes Ron, think about it, its bad enough you two know, how do I know you wont try and, well, as my old arch enemy Dib would say, expose me for the horrible creature that I am?"
"His name was Dib?"
"Yes."
"And he was a human?"
"Yes Ron, whats your point?"
"Its, an odd name."
"So? If I was human, my name would be odd."
"True..."
So, after a non eventful breakfast, they go up, to try and find there way to there class. Of course, with the moving staircases, talking pictures, and (The trio guessed) walking suits of armor, the task was much more difficult than expected. Zim of course, downloaded a map into his PAK, and they got to classes a lot quicker, of course, if Zim, Harry, or Ron got separated from the group, they were in trouble. The first time Zim was lost in the sea of wizards, they tried to open the door and, it was unluckily, the door on the end of the third corridor, and therefore out of bounds to students, Filch, the mean caretaker, thought they were purposely trying to get in, until Zim found out and got Professor Quirrell (the Defense agents the Dark Arts teacher) they were nearly sent to the headmasters office, and now on Filch's bad side (even though Zim was not) they now tried to stay away from him, and his cat, Mrs. Norris, at all costs. Before they knew it, it was Friday.
"So, Ron, what do we have today?"
"Um, double potions with the Slytherins. Snapes head of house, they always say he favors them, so we can see if its true."
"I wish McGonnagall favored us." Harry sad glumly, she may have been head of Griffindor, but that didn't stop her from giving all that homework...
It was at that time, the mail came. The trio could spot Hedwig, and Gir. Who had a bad habit, of running into the great hall, to see the owls.
None of the boys had received anything yet, which they had expected, but today, Hedwig, and oddly enough Gir, had so,something for there owners. They were nearly identical letters, in scrawly hand-writing. Zim's said-
Dear Zim,
I know you get Friday afternoons off, so would you like to come and have a cup of tea with me around three? I want to hear all about your first week, send an answer back with Gir, you sure have a funny cat Zim, me? I like him, you can bring him if you like.
Hagrid
Harry and Zim wrote there reply's, gave them to there pets, and off they went.
It was a good thing the boys had something to look forward to. Potions had been one of the worst classes, rivaling History of Magic.
The first thing he did, was take roll. And, like some of the other teachers, he paused at Harry's name.
"Ah yes, Harry Potter, our new celebrity."
Some of the Slytherins seemed to laugh a little.
Snape went on a long, almost rant, that Zim completely ignored, until-
"Potter! What would I get if I added Powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Hermionie's hand went up in the air.
"I don't know sir."
"Tut, tut-fame clearly isn't everything."
It was at this point, Zim spoke up.
"Er, sir?"
"Yes, the green kid."
"Um, its Zim, but, I'm pretty sure Hermionie knows the answer."
"Well, I didn't ask Hermionie,did I?"
"No sir."
Harry could tell Zim was shaking, with anger quickly rising, apparently, Irkans had trouble controlling anger, or, maybe it was only Zim...
"So, Detention, Mr. Zim."
Zim probably would've jumped onto the desk and started yelling at Snape, but, Ron place his had on Zim's shoulder, ready to hold him down.
"Yes sir."
He calmed down, but you could feel the tension in the room. Snape may have hated Harry from the moment he walked into class, but now he had a reason to hate Zim.
Snape had the first years, make a simple potion to cure boils. The boy named Neville, he managed to boil Semus's cauldron into some, twisted blob,and there potion was seeping along the floor, and burning holes in shoes. Neville, who had some of it hit his face, was covered in red boils.
"Idiot boy", Snape snapped, "You forgot to remove the cauldron from the fire before adding the quills, take him to the hospital wing." Then, he rounded up on Harry, who, unluckily, was right next to the boy when it happened.
"You didn't tell him to remove the cauldron, perhaps to make yourself look better in comparison, ten points from Gryffindor!"
"That's not fair", Zim spat back, "We were busy with our own potion! We weren't even paying attention to what Neville was doing!"
"Another ten points from Gryffindor, you already have a detention Mr. Zim, don't make it two."
Zim merely growled, as he returned to his potion.
At five the three boys went to meet Hagrid at his hut.
As soon as they knocked on the door, they heard barking.
"Back Fang! Back! So, make yerselves at home." He said, letting go of Fang.
Harry began the conversation as Hagrid starting boiling water.
"So, this is Ron."
"Eh, another Weasley eh? I spent half me life chasin' yer twin brothers away from the forest."
Hagrid also made some rock cakes, that were more like shapeless lumps with raisins that could chip a tooth.
The three boys were delighted to hear that Hagrid thought Filch,
"That old git. An' as for the cat, Mrs. Norris, I'd like ter introduce her to Fang sometime. D'yeh know every time I go up ter the school, she follows me every ware! Can't get rid of her. Filch puts her up to it."
They then talked about Snapes lesson, but Harry picked up a piece the Daily Prophet. And was shocked by the front page. There had been a Gringots beak in!
"Hagrid! That break in happened on the day we were their!"
Hagrid, just ignored the comment, and offered Harry another rock cake.
On there way to dinner, Harry only thought of the little package he and Hagrid picked up, and ware it could be.
