Chapter 28: March
A/N: Hi everymbody! How are you all? Kudos to the 6 people who reviewed this chapter: Sophia Lena Duchannes Riddle, Horseygirl7, Writer In The Valley, Slytherinesque Angel, AllieMalfoy143, and Arabella Riddle Song. Thank you all! Your advice, praise and critism was welcomed in my wide arms!
Also, a shout out to a very brave author, Potato4, who has come back to Fanfiction after around a year being off for personal reasons! She is awesome.
1. What was your favourite part?
When Harry got the text message, although I also liked ?_?_ comforting Sophia (man I hate it when he makes me blank things! But he says it must be done to keep his identity a secret… What is he, Spider man?)
2. Who likes Livia/Harry? Who doesn't?
I'm okay with it. It's more of terms and conditions of getting Livia in my story than a personal opinion though, and I'm all about the buissness (and making fun of her slightly…)
3. Did anyone else find Carrie a little scary during the detention scene?
Very scary, even though ?_?_ assures me that it was a one-time thing and that it would never happen again.
4. Who called Sophia's name and tried to drop the ceiling on her head?
I know who did! It was- *Gets threatened by ?_?_* … Sorry. Don't hit me again, please!
5. Who was Gabe talking to?
I'm not allowed to say… :(
6. Who comforted Sophia?
Again, not allowed to say. Stupid ?_?_!
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"Oh, happy Hogwarts birthday,
Magic wizard birthday,
Fun wizard happy birthday fun,
Fun fun fun,
Magic flavoured birthday cake,
Wizard wishes you will make,
Happy birthday dance with everyone," Fred, George, Ginny, Harry, the entire Gryffindor house, Luna, a bored-looking Draco a Blaise, and I were stood around a gushing Ron, singing the Hogwarts birthday song for him.
"2,3,4!" Blaise shouted without emotion, earning a slap from his girlfriend.
"Birthday magic what?" Harry called.
"Party happy birthday!" We chorused.
"Wizard party school!" Fred and George yelled.
"Magic magic wizard magic party!"
"Gryffindor!" Roared Ginny.
"Party more!"
"Hufflepuff!" I called out.
"Wizard stuff!"
"Ravenclaw!" Luna added.
"Hell naw!"
"Pretty sure that's everybody!" Harry laughed, earning a glare from the two snakes in the room.
"Happy Hogwarts birthday,
Wizard school party,
Children eating cakes inside their mouths,
Hogwarts lesson number one,
Never not be having fun,
Children eating cakes inside their mouths!" We sang, then cheered as Ron blew out the candles on a cake the House Elves had made. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY RON!"
"Yeah. Whatever." Draco and Blaise tagged on, earning smacks from Ginny and I. "Abuse, maybe?" I rolled my eyes as Harry gave Ron a small, badly wrapped present.
"Ooh what is it?" Ron wondered, opening the present to find two pieced of paper. "Front row tickets to the Cannon game? Thanks Harry!" Next, I gave him his present, an elegantly wrapped small box. When he unwrapped it he practically screamed. "Tickets to privately train with the Cannons? No. WAY! Thanks so much, Sophia, Malfoy, this is the best present ever!"
"Show off." Harry muttered.
"Yeah." I laughed.
"Us next!" Fred said, and George handed Ron a big, square box. Ron grinned, and opened it.
BOOM! Black smoke billowed around the room and when it cleared, Ron was covered in soot.
"Happy birthday Ron!"
"Sometimes I hate you two."
"Aw, but we love you Won-Won!"
"… Shut up."
"Hey Sophia what are you doing?" Draco asked, sitting into a seat across from mine in the library. He pushed a pile of parchment and scrolls away so that he could actually see me.
"Studying." I replied, turning the page of my text book.
"Why?"
"For OWLs."
"But they aren't until June!" Draco whined.
"Draco, which pub held meetings for the Goblins Revelution."
"Uh…"
"Exactly." I said, nodding, "By the way, it's the Hogs' Head."
"Oh, okay… Sophia?"
"Yes Draco?"
"Want to go down to the lake and see the Giant Squid?"
"No, I'm revising." I replied, copying a side note about brick transfiguration onto one of my flash notes, which actually flashed the facts I wrote down.
"…Sophia?"
"What?"
"Are you done yet?"
"No."
"When will you be done?"
"When I have finished still-object transfiguration. I suppose I can leave animal and human transfiguration until tomorrow…"
"… When will you have finished still-object transfiguration?"
"See that piece of parchment there?" I pointed to a piece of parchment in the middle of a pile. "If I were in a revising race, that would be my finishing line. I have two books, a stack of parchment, four scrolls and all of the pile until that piece I showed you to go."
"… Let me rephrase the question. What time will that be?"
"Uh… At least two hours. An hour and a half if I speed-read." I breathed a sigh of relief when he left me alone to study.
"Hi Sophia." I looked up to see that Kristina had taken Draco's vacant seat. I smiled at her in welcome.
"Hey Kristina." I greeted.
"Revising?"
"It is OWL year for me."
"Yeah…" She fingured a book labelled 'Advanced Blanket-to-Chess-Board Transfiguration'. "I wanted to talk to you."
"Mmn, we haven't talked in a while have we?" I mused.
"You haven't spoken to Gabe in a while either." She noted, then sighed, "Why are you avoiding him? Don't you realise how upset you're making him? He doesn't understand- I don't understand!" She threw her hands up in the air, then groaned. "I know I'm just a first year, but whatever the reason is, I don't understand how it's important enough to ruin a friendship."
"What did he get you for Christmas?" I blurted out.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Kristina questioned, but answered me anyway. "This neat book- 'The Badgers' Den'- it's this book about Hufflepuffs and how they overcome their own stereotypes! Why… What did he get you?"
"It doesn't matter." I dismissed, in thought. He had bought Kristina a book, and made me a necklace… it was definite proof that what I'd read four months ago was true.
"The way you asked suggested it was- Erin got me a book on Phycology." Kristina reasoned. "So what did he buy you? Did he even buy you anything?" When I didn't answer, she sighed. "Sophia-"
"KRISTINA!" We both turned to see Myrtle floating towards us hurridley, a frightened look on her face, like I'd never seen before.
"Myrtle?" I asked, concerned.
"Kristina you need to help me! J-I have this friend, and he's stuck! I can't get him out!"
"I'll help-"
"No! It has to be Kristina. He asked for Kristina."
"Who?"
"No time! Hurry Kristina, hurry!" Wailed Myrtle, spinning around to somehow prove her point. Kristina gave me an apologetic smile before rushing off with the half-crazed ghost. I shrugged and returned to my revision.
"Sophia are you done yet?"
"No Draco."
"Now?"
"No."
"… How about now?"
"If you're going to distract me, I'll get you sent out of the library."
"Sorry Sophia."
Silence.
"Professor?" I knocked on the classroom door, anxious to what would happen today, and also relieved it was the last detention I had with him. It creaked open, it wasn't even latched shut. Apprehensive, I gingerly walked into the room. Nobody was there.
"Professor?" Perhaps he was invisible, and my task was to find him in the room. "Professor are you here?" His outdoor cloak was gone from his peg, perhaps he had forgotten? Perhaps he'd had to go somewhere? I looked around the room, hoping to find a clue as to where he had gone. Everything looked normal, though. The desks were in a row, chairs tucked under neatly. The textbooks were on the bookcases, arranged in alphabetical order. Professor Carrathurs chair was beside his desk, so that he could get up without moving the chair backwards. There was a quill net to a piece of parchment on his desk, the only thing not in a drawer. Had he written me a note explaining where he had gone? I picked it up and scanned through it curiously.
'All Deatheaters- Ministry of Magics' Department of Mysteries- Hall of Prophecies. There's a prophecy, on killing the descendants of Slytherin- you know who we're talking about here. They'll be after it too- we have to get to it before they do- so we can use it properly, and-' here the words were blurred and blotched so they were unrecognisable. 'her.'
What? I gasped, dropping the parchment. It fluttered to the floor. Professor Carrathurs was a Deatheater… And he was trying to kill her- a descendant of Slytherin… Me!
A/N: LE GASP!
1. What was your favourite part?
2. Did you like Ron's birthday? He's not my favourite character, but even people we hate deserve birthdays, right?
3. Are you studying for exams right now? I never study… Although I should.
4. What is up with the Professor? Is everything as it seems right now?
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