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The total words: 1379. Set your stopwatch, check how fast you read. Check your words per minute count! The average people would clock 150 to250 words per minute.
28/9/14 I updated some spelling errors, and include some more scenes, because someone told me in a pm that I better write between 2 to3 thousand words for each chapter.
It's 2127 words now.
The nimbus 2000 and its rider climbed skywards vertically, the speed not decreasing at all.
"Faster, faster faster!" Urged Harry as he rushed towards the ever elusive snitch.
He was in the zone. Nothing else matters, only the snitch, his speed, and the closing distance between his fingers and the golden ball.
He never noticed the evening sky growing darker as he climbed more altitude.
He never noticed the growing abnormal cold as he came closer to the snitch.
A scared scream, then the next thing he knew is an empty blankness.
The prone figure of Harry James Potter in the far end of "his" corner of the medic wing of the school jerked as he suddenly regained consciousness.
He blinked once, then twice. Followed by a groan as he noticed the lack of warmth of his body, even though he was covered with the usually comfortable blanket.
"Usually comfortable huh" he chuckled at himself. "I guess I spent too much time here"
Hmm... What's with this flowery smell? Never had them before," told Harry to himself as he try to squint himself through his partial blindness because of him not wearing his spectacle.
He slowly grope the blurry something on the bed's side, hoping to find his spectacle.
His view sharpened and no longer blind in the dark room, Harry adjusted his pillow so that he can rest in a sitting position.
Satisfied that he is as comfortable as he can be, he grabbed the envelope that was next to where his spectacle was.
"You missed Rune class, you really should get well fast. I had to do twice the normal works. I include today's notes." "Signed, your partner, Greengrass" Sure enough, there were two pages of notes inside the envelope.
"hmm, didn't know she'd care." He mumbled to himself.
Suddenly feeling much warmer, he put back the notes into the envelope, kept it under his pillow, and slept.
The next morning, he woke up to Hermione and Ron at his side. The news that the dementors caused his fall was not that much of a surprise for him, nor does the Headmaster's part in reducing his chances of injuries.
"We tried to look for your nimbus..." said Ron with a forlorn face.
"The whomping willow got to her... this is all that we managed to retrieve" continued Ron as Hermione and him brought a bundle of something wrapped in a piece of cloth.
He would not have known that the bundle is his precious broom if nobody told him that it is.
He took the bundle and kept them in his hands, staring glumly at what is left of his best friend in the air.
"..."
Ron shifted nervously; his eyes went to Hermione's.
Hermione returned a single raised eyebrow back to Ronald, as if saying "you're the quidditch guy, say something!"
The ginger haired person glanced towards his depressed raven-haired friend. "err... don't worry Harry, I'm sure we can get another one for you"
Hermione directed a deathly glare towards Ron, and gave a smack to his shoulder.
"The wind blew it towards the tree. The game ended without anyone else injured though."
She tried to steer the conversation towards another topic.
"So... we lose?" came the depressed respond from Harry.
This time Ron glared at Hermione.
"..." though Ron remained quiet as he himself was not sure of what to say.
"It's ok, there's nothing we can do about it." continued Harry with a weary smile.
He was allowed to go to class the same morning.
I thought I was going to die. There were only three of us left. Our enemies surrounded us. Our lone boat encircled by forty-nine others.
They destroyed us in seconds! We were approaching the Pillars of Hercules, emissaries to the far north. We bring words from our king, good words, and prosperous words.
The wind was good, we were making considerably good headway, until they came, and blew our boats.
One by one, our boats exploded until only we were left.
I thought I was going to die.
Until
Three sharp and rapid thuds were heard by the window. "Hedwig" thought Harry Potter.
He crammed his Ancient Rune assignment in a folder, jammed them into his bag and rushed to the window. It will not do to make a Hedwig wait, she seems to like reminding him that her talons are not just for show.
His left cheek on his soft pillow, laying on his left side on his bed, facing his mates, his thought returned to the conversation that he overheard the evening before.
"If Black comes for Harry, would it not make sense to send him somewhere else, and make a big hassle of it? Then Black would go away too, looking for Harry at some other place. Then we won't need to worry about the Demen-"
Dean saw Harry from the corner of his eye. He signalled to Seamus with his eye, mouth suddenly snapped shut and hurriedly transfigure themselves into bees, suddenly so busy with their hair, nails and what not's.
"They have a point though," thought Harry. He turned so that to lie on his back, his wand arm on his forehead.
"But I really should sleep. I need my rest, madam Pomphrey would get angry if I had to return back to her." He chant the last two part of his thought several time until his vision turned black.
Harry woke up early like normal. An hour before his dorm mates do. As per his daily morning ritual, he picked a vial of Flamel's memory and set himself to watch and learn.
A bubbly "Hey!" surprised Harry. "Good morning! or whatever time you decides to watch this memory Mr Potter"
Nicholas Flamel is speaking in English!
"I hope you watch this memory first, but then again, it doesnt really matter." He slowly rose from his rickety chair.
"I hope my English is understandable! hehe how can it not be! my beloved Perenelle cast me the charm, bless her magic, I'm so glad I married her! best choice of my life, never regret it for a second!" a soft yet strict cough came from behind the lines of book shelves on Mr Flamel's side.
"Oh, yeah. My first point is that mastering other language is important in learning new things. If you only know one language, you can only learn things that are already available in the language. You will never grow bigger than that. If you do not learn French, you will not understand the other memories, as I just took them from my collection. Too much work for me to translate them." A soft disapproving thud came from the shelves.
"Love you too!" the old man shouted towards the shelf. Chuckled to himself, "I love her so much, my Perenelle" He peered at the notes on his right hand and continued.
"If you had learnt from these memories, you'd gain some knowledge and skills that are not normally known to the average english witch or wizards. This will give you some edge. Not much, but there will be some." He stumbled to his side, walking slowly towards the shelf.
"What I am giving you should be enough for you to realize that learning things that the common wizards would ignore will give you some advantage. Don't leave behind the common subjects though, that is foolishness." He reached the edge of the shelf, and peered towards the back of the shelf.
"Knowledge and skills are power. With power, you can gain experience. Experience gives you wisdom. Wisdom is important to lead your life, and others." The old man is now behind the shelves too.
"Never stop learning, I wish you the best of luck young Potter." Though he can no longer be seen, his last words echoed loudly in Harry's ear. The memory ended.
Harry sat on his bed for some moment to let the memory and lesson to sink in. Then he stretched and did some light exercises-push-ups, sit-ups, and some jumping jacks, before showering and preparing for the day.
Looking at his class timetable, the corner of his lips curved to a smile without him realizing it as he realized his last class for the day would be Ancient Runes.
Somehow, she had expected something like this to happen. However, she cannot say much about fainting by dementor effect. Dementors bring back bad terrifying memories, not painful ones. It is hard to believe that Harry fainted from being too scared. Unless of course, the memories correlate and bring back the same pain that was in the memory. Maybe the boy who lived has a type of magical trauma? Surely, he had not survived the killing curse without any.
Daphne Greengrass followed the rest of the herd back to the Slytherin dorm without focusing on her surroundings.
"Hey, are you going to the hospital wing?" Tracey whispered to her through the midst of loud chattering around them.
"I... I'm not going" she hesitated before answering, as if reluctant with her own decision.
"If you say so..." said Tracey as she held Daphne's hand and increased their speed moving through the swarm of students.
Her worry had not ceased even until she was on her bed, trying to sleep. She turned on her left side, closed her eyes, and remained like that for several tens of seconds. Then she turned on her back, then her other side. Frustrated with herself, she took a calming warm shower before she finally get back to sleep.
She only managed to calm herself enough after she decided that she'd visit Harry on the pretext of a caring Ancient Rune partner.
She woke up earlier than normal, which is far earlier than her dorm-mates. Proceeding to her customary daily stretches and light exercises, which is the reason of her healthy and attractive body for a young witch such as her. She made her bed, and went to freshen up for the day.
Few minutes after she went to the shower, she returned to her bedside, covered only by her towels. She rummaged her things, and took out the brand new beauty-care products that her mother had produced. Supposedly, the hair care and skin care cream that she took with her are top of the line, and is already providing hundreds of Galleons for the family company.
Daphne was putting on her clothes for the day when Tracey woke up. "Hmm, nice smell, like a fresh flower!" she exclaimed while she stretched herself
"Trace, I'll wait for you, be quick" Daphne told her friend as she sat on her bed, opening her Charm textbook. She had always read the materials that are to be covered before class-if she got time to do so.
Class went on like normal until Ancient Rune.
The materials covered were easy enough, though she jot down notes. It is prudent, as she can't come empty-handed to Harry if she wanted to claim that she came as his Ancient Runes partner.
She was on her way to the hospital wing when she heard Harry's friend, Ron and Hermione bickering not far from her.
"I thought Professor Dumbledore cushioned his fall? Why is he taking such a long time to wake up?" The callous words were of course, from Ron Weasley.
"Ron!" the indignant voice would be Hermione's
Daphne altered course and went to the library instead.
She failed to complete her homework though; she just cannot get herself to focus enough.
"At least I got some things done though" she told herself before swiftly packing her things and made her way to the hospital wing once again.
Madam Pomphrey informed her that she only have several more minutes before she had to return to her dormitory. She thanked her and made her way to Harry's side.
She wanted to say several things to him, but was too self conscious; she's afraid that madam Pomphrey are eavesdropping from her office.
"He seemed so peaceful," she thought to herself, staring at Harry for several more moments.
A soft clank came from the nurse's office. Daphne rummaged through her bag. Took out the Ancient Rune notes from earlier, an envelope, and a piece of paper. She scribed something on the paper, and enclosed both the notes into the envelope and put it besides Harry's spectacle.
"Get well soon Harry" she murmured softly as she made her way out from Harry's place.
Though unintentional, because she showered again that evening, the soft refreshing flowery smell stick to her till she slept in the night. Soft, yet strong enough to remain in the hospital wing for several hours.
She slept easily that night, her memory of Harry's peaceful face making her fall to sleep easily.
I didnt change much. Just added some Daphne scenes.
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