Author's Note: Sorry about the mix up with the last chapter. Well, we're
baaaack. And Amala. Oh, but read the chapter!!!
Chapter 10: Gryffindor soul or suicidal wish
They bugged her all through breakfast and still she hadn't given up. And now, now she was doing that homework for Transfiguration. Great! The three were dying of curiosity. At lunch, they bugged her again, but she seemed to want to tell them less the more they bugged her. By dinner, they had given up and now they were heading towards the Quiddich pitch.
Ginny, Harry and Ron entered the pitch and mounted their brooms. Ginny had replaced Alicia, who had finished school, in the team, doing quite a good job.
Ron was really much better than at his first games last year. The Quaffle was hardly getting past him.
Harry zoomed around to catch the Snitch -which was also zooming around- and letting the air blow through his hair. He didn't care what he'd do after school, he'd always have a broom to fly around on!
There was the Snitch! He caught it easily, then let it go, waited a little and then zoomed after it again.
It lasted until it was dark and Angelina was convinced to stop the training. Harry caught the Snitch and returned it to the team captain.
After getting themselves dressed, Harry, Ron and Ginny set of for the Gryffindor tower, especially the Gryffindor beds.
The next morning, Harry woke up with greater and greater curiosity. Amala said she'd be doing something today about Snape and him and Ron still hadn't figured out what.
He went to the Great Hall with Ron, finding Hermione and Amala there. They ate a little and then all of them went towards the dungeons. Amala looked quite determined, but also pale.
"You know, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to" pointed Harry out.
"I know, but I want to. And I think I'm just going to prove the fact that the Sorting Hat isn't getting old."
"What are you going to do?" asked Ron, hoping to take her by surprise.
"Wait and see", she replied.
"You know, Slytherins say that we aren't brave, but idiots who go head forward into all kinds of things. I really whish you don't prove that to them." Said Harry.
"Don't worry!' she said, trying to smile. Oh, yes, she was probably crazy!
They made it to the dungeons and Amala entered, making courage to herself. They went back to their potions, Amala's looking the same as Hermione's. Snape himself was there and he waived his wand and the next instructions appeared on the blackboard.
Harry waited and waited and waited for something to happen. But nothing, Amala was brewing her potion, looking on the blackboard from time to time and putting different ingredients inside. Just like she had done so many times before.
After an hour when nothing happened, Harry relaxed. Maybe she gave up. But, just as if somebody had read his mind, Amala's potion started boiling like mad and looking awful. Harry looked at her cauldron and saw her looking with fear in her eyes at the growing potion inside, boiling and changing colors. The sound wasn't good either.
"Everybody out and forget your things!" he heard Snape yell and saw the huge surprise in his eyes and -for the first time-, a bit of fear, too.
Of course, Harry obeyed, with the rest of the class and so did Amala. Everybody was running towards the door and the Potion Master himself got out as quick as he could, but behind the students, locking the door.
For a few moments, nothing seemed to happen. Then they heard a very loud noise and then an explosion and the door shacked while the Potion Master held it tight. And he didn't wait to get inside to start yelling like mad.
"CAN YOU READ, MRS. WRIGHT? YOU COULD HAVE DESTOYED THE WHOLE SCHOOL, FOR GOD'S SAKE! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! And we have to start with the potions all over again! Fool of a girl! How could you do it? CAN YOU READ?!"
And he went on and on and on, seeming to not want to stop. Harry wondered how much the man could scream. Finally, after about ten minutes of yelling, he added:
"Fifty points from Gryffindor and two, no-make that three, weeks of detention!"
He opened the door to the dungeons and entered fast with the students behind him. When Harry looked around, he almost fell down in surprise. All over the walls and the ceiling there was a weird, blue substance. The cauldrons were pushed against the walls and none of them seemed to have any potion left inside. Everything was a huge mess and Snape was walking around muttering 'Scourgify' and 'Reparo'.
"We'll have to start these potions all over again, because of Mrs. Wrong here. Now go to your next class!"
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Amala went out of the classroom.
"Good thing we just started those, isn't it?" asked Hermione trying to be optimistic.
"I didn't know that it'll be this horrible", said Amala, looking a bit concerned.
"You meant to do this?!" asked Harry, confused.
"Well, yeah." she answered. "At my school some guy did it once and said it was bad, but."
"You're crazy!" cried Ron. "What for?!"
"Now I have detention, don't I? And I'll work hard and recover the fifty points and I'll make it up to the rest of the class somehow."
"You wanted to get in detention?!" asked Harry surprised. "Why would anybody want that?"
"Have any better ideas, Harry?" she asked looking at him a bit worried. "But did you hear him yell? I thought he was going to kill me! Oh, Gods, I can't believe that happened."
They went to Charms, leaving Amala with her own problems. Ron was in a state of shock.
Charms was alright, their skills had considerably improved and they had moved on to other spells, like the sound charm they had been doing for a few classes.
"Now, students!" Flitwick said. "I see you all learned the basis, so try to concentrate on the theme 'Happy birthday'. Go ahead and remember the words: 'Veni cantus'!"
It was a fun charm, they soon discovered. If you didn't concentrate hard enough, the song came out different and everything was a total racket. Finally, Flitwick stopped them.
"Oh, well, one at a time" he said and sighed.
They all started doing the charm. Hermione's came out perfect -of course!-, Ron's however, wasn't too good.
"Happy stupid charm to you! Happy stupid song to you!"
Well, at least the melody was the same, although the lyrics were very much mixed up.
"I see that you don't like the charm or song, Mr. Weasley, but please try to concentrate!" sad Flitwick, chuckling.
Harry's turn was next. O.K., Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you.
"Happy birthday to you!" came the sound as he said the words of the charm, although it was a bit off-key.
"Congratulations, Harry!" said Amala.
It was her turn next and she tried to concentrate. When she did the charm, the melody was good, but the lyrics.
"I blew up the classroom, I blew up the classroom" was sang with her own voice.
Half of the class was on the floor with laughter.
"Oh, dear!" said Professor Flitwick. "Yes, I heard about the incident. But you really mustn't be stressed, Mrs. Wright, it happens."
Neville tried it next. His song came out perfectly. In fact, Harry noticed that he was doing much better than before at his classes.
Suddenly, the door opened and Professor Rose's head came in.
"Ah, the sound charm." she said and smiled nicely. "I remember this one. Mr. Flitwick, could I please borrow Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Granger and Mrs. Wright?"
"Of course" the jolly Flitwick answered.
Professor Rose smiled as the four came to her. She lifted her wand and whispered 'Veni Cantus'. A beautiful melody came in the room and Amala recognized Enya's 'Adiemus'.
"Good charm, Mrs. Rose!" he said happily.
"Thank you" she said and bowed, getting out with the four. "I want you three Unbreakables not to go around sending letters to a certain serious person. The owl that has been carrying them is being monitored and he might be caught."
"How do you know about this serious person?" asked Hermione.
"I have my ways. And besides, I'm in the Order too." She said and winked.
The four goggled their eyes at her.
"You are?!"
"Yes. And as for you, Mrs. Wright, I'd like to ask you what the hell you were thinking when you blew up Snape's classroom."
"Um. Nothing?"
"Well, that's obvious. Watch out with him and try not to act like a complete idiot. And don't go around doing heroic deeds. That goes for all of you."
Amala looked in Professor Rose's eyes. Why did she have the 'look behind my words' tone? And why did she look as if she said: 'Do heroic deeds, dare!'?
"But usually when they do heroic deeds, they save the world" Amala noted.
"Oh, well, then try not to get yourselves in great trouble, O.K.? And don't think about visiting that person, alright? If you did, by the Green Flame Torch, he couldn't be saved!"
"Yes."
Professor Rose let them go and they headed for the classroom. What was that? And what did the Green Flame Torch have to do with anything????
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That evening, the girl walked towards the dungeons. She opened the door to Snape's class and she saw that everything was nearly cleaned up. Nearly.
"As you can see, idiotic girl, I took care about most of the mess. The rest needs to be cleaned by hand, no magic. Get to it. "
The voice belonged to Snape, who handed her a rag. The girl sighed and started cleaning up. It was not as bad as one might have expected it. Snape was reading a book behind his desk, stopping just from time to time to shoot bad comments. After a few hours, Snape let her go. 'Tomorrow. I swear', she whispered to herself, going towards the Gryffindor tower. Why, why did she not have enough courage? Oh, Gods. Tomorrow, tomorrow she'd do it!
"How was detention?" asked Harry, looking at her.
"Not too bad. I had to clean up what he didn't. No magic."
"Yeah, it could be worse. After the way he was screaming in the morning, I thought he'd torture you."
The next day, Amala wasn't too attentive at those damned classes. Who cared about anything the teachers said? She had important things to do! But would she dare? Would she have enough courage?
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Again the evening found her walking again towards the dungeons with a feeling that she had skipped a few stairs in her stomach. As the other day, he put her clean up. Jar by jar, she moved towards the end of the detention. She wouldn't dare. God, where was all her courage?! She had dared go through the veil and now. now she didn't even dare say something to Snape.
She cleaned the shelf from under a jar, taking a peek at Snape who was reading something at his desk again. How she wished she'd dare go to him and say something, do something! But he'd just blast her through the door.
Her mind ran wild. What if he liked her as well? Oh, she knew he could be sooo great, if he wanted to! She bit her lip, imagining herself and Severus as a couple. There was the last jar on the shelf. Why couldn't she stay there a little more? Just watching him. And what would she do when she ran out of jars and shelves? What would he put her to do? Would she still stay in his classroom. Oh, yes, yes, yes, please, let her stay in his classroom!
As she was cleaning that last jar on the floor, Severus got up from his chair and moved quietly towards her. Amala was too busy wondering if she would have the courage to do anything to notice.
"Enough for today", he said, making her jump up a bit and drop her rag. She picked it up and got up quickly, turning towards the Potion Master. She was at about half a meter from him and looked him in the eyes. Those deep, black eyes. Wonderful eyes. Without thinking too much and feeling very Gryffindor-ish, she took a step towards him and, just as he was about to open his mouth and say something, she kissed him on the lips. Not much, just lip contact. God, it felt good, even like that! They were so close, for the first time. Snape looked at her surprised, not reacting and when she retreated, about ten seconds later, he stared at her and said slowly, with a weird, tired voice:
"Go to bed before I take any house points."
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Well, what did you think? Yeah, yeah, Snape's acting weird. Explanation in the next chapter. Oh, I'm starting to reaaally like this story!!! No, this is not self-commercial, it's a statement. And, no, I'm not Lockhart! But this is where the really fun part begins.
Oh, I sooo love to write thank you's!!!
Thanks to: the red Dragons Order: Yes, well, I guess it was pretty obvious, but at the time I wrote 'Behind the Veil', I had no idea I'll be posting this, sooo. And thanks for reviewing 'Behind the Veil'.
To Naomie: I'm glad you like it!!!
To QuantumFruitPunch: I'm sooo happy you like it! (
To Iniysa: Thank you for reviewing! The GFT will be here soon. Wait a little.
Chapter 10: Gryffindor soul or suicidal wish
They bugged her all through breakfast and still she hadn't given up. And now, now she was doing that homework for Transfiguration. Great! The three were dying of curiosity. At lunch, they bugged her again, but she seemed to want to tell them less the more they bugged her. By dinner, they had given up and now they were heading towards the Quiddich pitch.
Ginny, Harry and Ron entered the pitch and mounted their brooms. Ginny had replaced Alicia, who had finished school, in the team, doing quite a good job.
Ron was really much better than at his first games last year. The Quaffle was hardly getting past him.
Harry zoomed around to catch the Snitch -which was also zooming around- and letting the air blow through his hair. He didn't care what he'd do after school, he'd always have a broom to fly around on!
There was the Snitch! He caught it easily, then let it go, waited a little and then zoomed after it again.
It lasted until it was dark and Angelina was convinced to stop the training. Harry caught the Snitch and returned it to the team captain.
After getting themselves dressed, Harry, Ron and Ginny set of for the Gryffindor tower, especially the Gryffindor beds.
The next morning, Harry woke up with greater and greater curiosity. Amala said she'd be doing something today about Snape and him and Ron still hadn't figured out what.
He went to the Great Hall with Ron, finding Hermione and Amala there. They ate a little and then all of them went towards the dungeons. Amala looked quite determined, but also pale.
"You know, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to" pointed Harry out.
"I know, but I want to. And I think I'm just going to prove the fact that the Sorting Hat isn't getting old."
"What are you going to do?" asked Ron, hoping to take her by surprise.
"Wait and see", she replied.
"You know, Slytherins say that we aren't brave, but idiots who go head forward into all kinds of things. I really whish you don't prove that to them." Said Harry.
"Don't worry!' she said, trying to smile. Oh, yes, she was probably crazy!
They made it to the dungeons and Amala entered, making courage to herself. They went back to their potions, Amala's looking the same as Hermione's. Snape himself was there and he waived his wand and the next instructions appeared on the blackboard.
Harry waited and waited and waited for something to happen. But nothing, Amala was brewing her potion, looking on the blackboard from time to time and putting different ingredients inside. Just like she had done so many times before.
After an hour when nothing happened, Harry relaxed. Maybe she gave up. But, just as if somebody had read his mind, Amala's potion started boiling like mad and looking awful. Harry looked at her cauldron and saw her looking with fear in her eyes at the growing potion inside, boiling and changing colors. The sound wasn't good either.
"Everybody out and forget your things!" he heard Snape yell and saw the huge surprise in his eyes and -for the first time-, a bit of fear, too.
Of course, Harry obeyed, with the rest of the class and so did Amala. Everybody was running towards the door and the Potion Master himself got out as quick as he could, but behind the students, locking the door.
For a few moments, nothing seemed to happen. Then they heard a very loud noise and then an explosion and the door shacked while the Potion Master held it tight. And he didn't wait to get inside to start yelling like mad.
"CAN YOU READ, MRS. WRIGHT? YOU COULD HAVE DESTOYED THE WHOLE SCHOOL, FOR GOD'S SAKE! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! And we have to start with the potions all over again! Fool of a girl! How could you do it? CAN YOU READ?!"
And he went on and on and on, seeming to not want to stop. Harry wondered how much the man could scream. Finally, after about ten minutes of yelling, he added:
"Fifty points from Gryffindor and two, no-make that three, weeks of detention!"
He opened the door to the dungeons and entered fast with the students behind him. When Harry looked around, he almost fell down in surprise. All over the walls and the ceiling there was a weird, blue substance. The cauldrons were pushed against the walls and none of them seemed to have any potion left inside. Everything was a huge mess and Snape was walking around muttering 'Scourgify' and 'Reparo'.
"We'll have to start these potions all over again, because of Mrs. Wrong here. Now go to your next class!"
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Amala went out of the classroom.
"Good thing we just started those, isn't it?" asked Hermione trying to be optimistic.
"I didn't know that it'll be this horrible", said Amala, looking a bit concerned.
"You meant to do this?!" asked Harry, confused.
"Well, yeah." she answered. "At my school some guy did it once and said it was bad, but."
"You're crazy!" cried Ron. "What for?!"
"Now I have detention, don't I? And I'll work hard and recover the fifty points and I'll make it up to the rest of the class somehow."
"You wanted to get in detention?!" asked Harry surprised. "Why would anybody want that?"
"Have any better ideas, Harry?" she asked looking at him a bit worried. "But did you hear him yell? I thought he was going to kill me! Oh, Gods, I can't believe that happened."
They went to Charms, leaving Amala with her own problems. Ron was in a state of shock.
Charms was alright, their skills had considerably improved and they had moved on to other spells, like the sound charm they had been doing for a few classes.
"Now, students!" Flitwick said. "I see you all learned the basis, so try to concentrate on the theme 'Happy birthday'. Go ahead and remember the words: 'Veni cantus'!"
It was a fun charm, they soon discovered. If you didn't concentrate hard enough, the song came out different and everything was a total racket. Finally, Flitwick stopped them.
"Oh, well, one at a time" he said and sighed.
They all started doing the charm. Hermione's came out perfect -of course!-, Ron's however, wasn't too good.
"Happy stupid charm to you! Happy stupid song to you!"
Well, at least the melody was the same, although the lyrics were very much mixed up.
"I see that you don't like the charm or song, Mr. Weasley, but please try to concentrate!" sad Flitwick, chuckling.
Harry's turn was next. O.K., Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you.
"Happy birthday to you!" came the sound as he said the words of the charm, although it was a bit off-key.
"Congratulations, Harry!" said Amala.
It was her turn next and she tried to concentrate. When she did the charm, the melody was good, but the lyrics.
"I blew up the classroom, I blew up the classroom" was sang with her own voice.
Half of the class was on the floor with laughter.
"Oh, dear!" said Professor Flitwick. "Yes, I heard about the incident. But you really mustn't be stressed, Mrs. Wright, it happens."
Neville tried it next. His song came out perfectly. In fact, Harry noticed that he was doing much better than before at his classes.
Suddenly, the door opened and Professor Rose's head came in.
"Ah, the sound charm." she said and smiled nicely. "I remember this one. Mr. Flitwick, could I please borrow Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Granger and Mrs. Wright?"
"Of course" the jolly Flitwick answered.
Professor Rose smiled as the four came to her. She lifted her wand and whispered 'Veni Cantus'. A beautiful melody came in the room and Amala recognized Enya's 'Adiemus'.
"Good charm, Mrs. Rose!" he said happily.
"Thank you" she said and bowed, getting out with the four. "I want you three Unbreakables not to go around sending letters to a certain serious person. The owl that has been carrying them is being monitored and he might be caught."
"How do you know about this serious person?" asked Hermione.
"I have my ways. And besides, I'm in the Order too." She said and winked.
The four goggled their eyes at her.
"You are?!"
"Yes. And as for you, Mrs. Wright, I'd like to ask you what the hell you were thinking when you blew up Snape's classroom."
"Um. Nothing?"
"Well, that's obvious. Watch out with him and try not to act like a complete idiot. And don't go around doing heroic deeds. That goes for all of you."
Amala looked in Professor Rose's eyes. Why did she have the 'look behind my words' tone? And why did she look as if she said: 'Do heroic deeds, dare!'?
"But usually when they do heroic deeds, they save the world" Amala noted.
"Oh, well, then try not to get yourselves in great trouble, O.K.? And don't think about visiting that person, alright? If you did, by the Green Flame Torch, he couldn't be saved!"
"Yes."
Professor Rose let them go and they headed for the classroom. What was that? And what did the Green Flame Torch have to do with anything????
/*-/*-/*-/*-
That evening, the girl walked towards the dungeons. She opened the door to Snape's class and she saw that everything was nearly cleaned up. Nearly.
"As you can see, idiotic girl, I took care about most of the mess. The rest needs to be cleaned by hand, no magic. Get to it. "
The voice belonged to Snape, who handed her a rag. The girl sighed and started cleaning up. It was not as bad as one might have expected it. Snape was reading a book behind his desk, stopping just from time to time to shoot bad comments. After a few hours, Snape let her go. 'Tomorrow. I swear', she whispered to herself, going towards the Gryffindor tower. Why, why did she not have enough courage? Oh, Gods. Tomorrow, tomorrow she'd do it!
"How was detention?" asked Harry, looking at her.
"Not too bad. I had to clean up what he didn't. No magic."
"Yeah, it could be worse. After the way he was screaming in the morning, I thought he'd torture you."
The next day, Amala wasn't too attentive at those damned classes. Who cared about anything the teachers said? She had important things to do! But would she dare? Would she have enough courage?
/*-/*-/*-
Again the evening found her walking again towards the dungeons with a feeling that she had skipped a few stairs in her stomach. As the other day, he put her clean up. Jar by jar, she moved towards the end of the detention. She wouldn't dare. God, where was all her courage?! She had dared go through the veil and now. now she didn't even dare say something to Snape.
She cleaned the shelf from under a jar, taking a peek at Snape who was reading something at his desk again. How she wished she'd dare go to him and say something, do something! But he'd just blast her through the door.
Her mind ran wild. What if he liked her as well? Oh, she knew he could be sooo great, if he wanted to! She bit her lip, imagining herself and Severus as a couple. There was the last jar on the shelf. Why couldn't she stay there a little more? Just watching him. And what would she do when she ran out of jars and shelves? What would he put her to do? Would she still stay in his classroom. Oh, yes, yes, yes, please, let her stay in his classroom!
As she was cleaning that last jar on the floor, Severus got up from his chair and moved quietly towards her. Amala was too busy wondering if she would have the courage to do anything to notice.
"Enough for today", he said, making her jump up a bit and drop her rag. She picked it up and got up quickly, turning towards the Potion Master. She was at about half a meter from him and looked him in the eyes. Those deep, black eyes. Wonderful eyes. Without thinking too much and feeling very Gryffindor-ish, she took a step towards him and, just as he was about to open his mouth and say something, she kissed him on the lips. Not much, just lip contact. God, it felt good, even like that! They were so close, for the first time. Snape looked at her surprised, not reacting and when she retreated, about ten seconds later, he stared at her and said slowly, with a weird, tired voice:
"Go to bed before I take any house points."
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Well, what did you think? Yeah, yeah, Snape's acting weird. Explanation in the next chapter. Oh, I'm starting to reaaally like this story!!! No, this is not self-commercial, it's a statement. And, no, I'm not Lockhart! But this is where the really fun part begins.
Oh, I sooo love to write thank you's!!!
Thanks to: the red Dragons Order: Yes, well, I guess it was pretty obvious, but at the time I wrote 'Behind the Veil', I had no idea I'll be posting this, sooo. And thanks for reviewing 'Behind the Veil'.
To Naomie: I'm glad you like it!!!
To QuantumFruitPunch: I'm sooo happy you like it! (
To Iniysa: Thank you for reviewing! The GFT will be here soon. Wait a little.