If I keep posting two chapters a night, I might spoil you all. Nah,
probably not. Anyway, before I start the next chapter, allow me this.
I've only just finished as far as the Quiddich World Cup in GoF, and I
don't remember much about the book after that. I think they bring Moody
back as DADA prof in year five, but I don't remember. I don't look ahead
in books, so sue me. Anyway, I'm bringing back Lupin. I think that he is
a good character. Oh, and a new Div teacher, Trelawny is finally gotten
rid of (dumb skank) and replaced with a decent teacher (well, in my
opinion).
Also, I've apparently forgotten about two characters completely recently - Ginny and Dean. It appears that Ginny went to Diagon Alley by herself. Oops, my bad. She was supposed to be there. And Dean, well, he is just sooooo background that I forgot completely overlooked his existence. My bad.
Um, one last thing. I'm going to add another character (stand by). He is a friend of the Creevey's and is only mary-sue (or is it gary-stu?) because he has one of the names I'll eventually give one of my sons (watch me have all girls…), Aidan (the others are Seamus [I've liked that one even before HP] and Colin [same thing as Seamus]- not that you all care). Anyway, on with the bloody show.
Professor Dumbledore welcomed the students into another year at Hogwarts and started into his typical start-of-term speech. "I'd like to greet all of you and hope that you've had a wonderful summer and are ready to be learned in the arts of magic. Before the feast, we will sort the new students. Professor McGonagall, if you're ready, show them in."
The doors to the hall opened and a wave of students entered. Everyone already seated could remember being one of those first years; afraid, excited, apprehensive. The First years looked at all of the older students in awe and fear. They gathered at the small platform and fidgeted as the hat performed its usual song. Once that was over, the sorting began. "Cynthia Adams," McGonagall called.
Students filled all the houses nearly evenly, with Hufflepuff getting a small majority of Firsties. Once the excitement of the sorting was over and voices calmed, Dumbledore raised his hands as he stood again.
"Before we eat, I would like to introduce a few new faculty members. Professor Trelawny has retired (no, actually she just sucks and was fired, says the author) and her place has filled by Miss Montego. He motioned to a black woman whose head was wrapped in a yellow cloth and was wearing some sort of Caribbean garb. She had dread locked hair that fell out of the cloth and down her shoulders and back. She waved to the students and in a very warm and accented voice said "Hello there."
(quick author's note here- yes, it's Miss Cleo. She rocks, but that's not what the note is for. You remember Trelawny? That is where Miss Cleo is from- Trelawny, in Jamaica. My tarot cards told me that you'd like to know that. Back to the story)
Professor Dumbledore gestured a bit further down the table and the students focused their attention on a very familiar shape. Lupin was back. "This is Professor Lupin, he has returned to fill the Defense Against the Dark Arts position."
Up and down three of the tables, students grinned and applauded. Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor all were excited about this. The Slytherins were of course unhappy.
"Now," Dumbledore continued, "This year won't have the excitement of the past few years, I hope, with the next Tri-Wizard tournament still a few years off." He looked around the room at the engaged faces. "I think I've said enough for now so let's eat."
He waved a hand and food appeared all over the tables. Decorations of the houses fluttered into existence. He smiled and sat down, picking up a chicken leg.
Harry was oh so sorry to hear about Trelawny's departure. "Who's going to predict my death all year now, Colin?" Colin laughed so hard that mashed potatoes threatened to exit his nose.
"I don't know, Harry, but the new teacher sure looks, well, odd."
"She does, but that might be good. Lupin looks a bit weird too, you know." he said. "Aidan, pass me a roll please?" Harry was talking to one of Colin's friends that he'd met on the train.
"Sure Harry!" he said and passed the entire plate.
"Just one will work, Aidan."
Dinner seemed to go on forever. Harry looked up the table and saw the rest of the group, Hermione, Seamus, Dean, Neville, and Ron. They were all having a decent time except for Ron. He looked rather miserable. Harry made a mental note to go talk to him after he had a little pang of guilt. Maybe it wasn't his fault and all? He'd have to find out.
Dinner ended and the thoroughly fattened students rolled their way back to their dorms with the first years in front. The group of Gryffindors entered the portrait hole with the password 'ad naseum'. Harry and his group were among the last to enter and when they finally did, the room was full. First years wandering and looking at everything, older students talking and catching up from events over the summer. Ron was sitting with Hermione, Seamus, Fred, George, and Neville near the fire, talking.
Ron saw them coming and swallowed heavily. Neville and Hermione also saw Harry and company as they approached. "Maybe he's come to make a peace, Ron," Hermione said quietly.
"Maybe. Hopefully." Ron replied.
Harry was flanked by Colin on one side and Aidan and Dennis on the other. "Ron, can we talk for a bit? This is getting ridiculous."
"Yeah, we can," Ron agreed.
"See, now that wasn't so hard, was it, boys?" Hermione asked. Most everyone's attention had turned to her, except Ron and Aidan, making Aidan the only person to think he saw a quick and faint glow of green in Ron's eyes.
"Oh, so the great Harry potter finally has a spot of time for the lowly Ron Weasley. What's the matter, Harry, isn't your fan club giving you enough adoration?" Ron blurted out unbelievably loud.
"Ron? What the-" Harry started to say when Ron interrupted him.
"Look everyone, he's talking to me. Hey Colin, why don't you take a picture of that, huh? That would go great with the rest of them. No, wait, I have an even better idea. Colin can take a picture of this!" Ron stuck his middle finger in the younger boy's face.
Colin was dumbfounded at that, as were the rest of the surrounding people. Nearly everyone was frozen in place except two, Harry and Seamus. Harry surged forward at Ron with eyes filled with rage, but was thankfully (for Ron) knocked backwards by a check from Seamus that would have made Chris Chelios envious.
"I've had it with him. I'm going to pound the snot out of him!" Harry yelled.
"No, lad, you're certainly not." Seamus had grabbed Harry under the shoulders and was still driving him back. Seamus' strength surprised everyone in the room because although Harry wasn't anywhere near the biggest in Gryffindor, he was much thicker than Seamus. "Hermione, Fred, George, get him out of here. Now!"
Harry had also been grappled by Aidan and Colin and they were holding him while Ron was roughly escorted out the portrait hole. Ron's face was one of total surprise and shock. Once again, he couldn't believe what had just happened.
"Harry, stop it. Stop now!" Seamus was still holding on, but he was flagging.
"Oh! That frigging PRAT. Let me go!"
Neville joined the Restrain Harry Potter Club and they ended up tackling him.
"Harry, I'm sorry about this, but we're not getting off until you calm the hell down," Neville said, and was truly sorry he had to do this to Harry.
"Harry, settle down, please Harry!" Colin pleaded. Harry began to slowly lessen his thrashing.
"Okay. I'm fine. Really." Harry said after a another two minutes of being piled on. "Alright. You all can get up now." Slowly they did, keeping themselves between Harry and the door.
Meanwhile, in the Hallway….
Ron was taken into the corridor and a few hallways over. "What in the holy hell was that, Ron? He was trying to make up with you." Fred asked as he pushed Ron up against the wall.
"I - I don't know. I can't explain it. It was just like before. He walked up and it was like it wasn't me in my head. I had no control."
"I think that I should go and get Professor McGonagall," Hermione said to the group.
"No! please don't do that!" Ron begged. "She might do something to Harry."
"Well, Ron, in case you didn't notice, Harry was intent on doing something to you in there," George added in. "You definitely don't want what he was giving out."
"This is my problem. Maybe getting beaten down is what I need to fix my head."
"No, that won't solve anything, Ron. Do you think that anything changed when I knocked Malfoy senseless? No. Of course not. Nothing will change for you either."
Back in the Common Room….
"Seamus, I just don't understand it. He- I don't know. Harry pushed the hair from his eyes. "What ever brought this on? How can I be about to throttle my friend?"
"Harry, we don't know. Maybe we should tell Dumbledore or someone," injected Neville.
"That might get Ron expelled. As much as I can't stand him right now, I don't want that. Just keep him away from me." A look of irritation crossed Harry's brow. "bloody hell, I have to sleep next to him. That'll be loads of fun, I'm sure."
"Just ignore him, Harry. Don't talk to him, don't look at him. He's not there," Aidan said. "It'll be best that way.
"We will keep you apart in the dorm room, won't we Neville, Dean?" Seamus said. "I'll switch you beds so you can be further away from him. "I'm sure Hermione knows some charm to separate you two already anyways."
Harry looked very unsure of all this, but reluctantly agreed. "I'm going on to bed.
Good night, Colin, Aidan, Dean, everyone else. You wanna come switch things now, Seamus?"
"Be right there." Harry walked up and Seamus followed quickly.
After Harry left, the rest of the stunned faces in the common room thinned out quickly. "Colin, did you ever do anything to piss Ron off?" Aidan asked.
"No. Not a thing. He was at my house for a day, you know. I was very nice to him, but he must have something against me." Colin looked quite sad about that. He couldn't fathom why Ron disliked him so.
In the Hallway….
"I'll go in and check. You all wait here." Hermione stepped through the hole and into the common room. She saw only a handful of people left. "Has Harry gone off to bed already?"
"Yeah, he and Seamus went up about ten minutes ago." Colin answered as Seamus descended the steps.
"He's sleepin'. The lad's all confused. As am I, for that matter. Is Ron out there?"
"Yeah, I was checking to see if everything was cooled down."
"We just finished moving our stuff and he collapsed on my-his bed and fell asleep."
"You changed-"
"Uh huh, we figured that it might be for the best. Harry doesn't want to go to a teacher over this."
"Neither does Ron, actually. So I guess that leaves us to figure it out, huh?"
"It's a good thing you're here, Hermione, otherwise I wouldn't like our chances at all," Seamus said. They all nodded in a sad sort of agreement.
Oh, just in case you didn't know who the crap Chris Chelios is, he's a defenseman for the Redwings hockey team. He hits like a ton of bricks. Now the meat of the story comes out of the oven and on to your plates. Sorry it took so long. I hope you didn't mind too much.
Also, I've apparently forgotten about two characters completely recently - Ginny and Dean. It appears that Ginny went to Diagon Alley by herself. Oops, my bad. She was supposed to be there. And Dean, well, he is just sooooo background that I forgot completely overlooked his existence. My bad.
Um, one last thing. I'm going to add another character (stand by). He is a friend of the Creevey's and is only mary-sue (or is it gary-stu?) because he has one of the names I'll eventually give one of my sons (watch me have all girls…), Aidan (the others are Seamus [I've liked that one even before HP] and Colin [same thing as Seamus]- not that you all care). Anyway, on with the bloody show.
Professor Dumbledore welcomed the students into another year at Hogwarts and started into his typical start-of-term speech. "I'd like to greet all of you and hope that you've had a wonderful summer and are ready to be learned in the arts of magic. Before the feast, we will sort the new students. Professor McGonagall, if you're ready, show them in."
The doors to the hall opened and a wave of students entered. Everyone already seated could remember being one of those first years; afraid, excited, apprehensive. The First years looked at all of the older students in awe and fear. They gathered at the small platform and fidgeted as the hat performed its usual song. Once that was over, the sorting began. "Cynthia Adams," McGonagall called.
Students filled all the houses nearly evenly, with Hufflepuff getting a small majority of Firsties. Once the excitement of the sorting was over and voices calmed, Dumbledore raised his hands as he stood again.
"Before we eat, I would like to introduce a few new faculty members. Professor Trelawny has retired (no, actually she just sucks and was fired, says the author) and her place has filled by Miss Montego. He motioned to a black woman whose head was wrapped in a yellow cloth and was wearing some sort of Caribbean garb. She had dread locked hair that fell out of the cloth and down her shoulders and back. She waved to the students and in a very warm and accented voice said "Hello there."
(quick author's note here- yes, it's Miss Cleo. She rocks, but that's not what the note is for. You remember Trelawny? That is where Miss Cleo is from- Trelawny, in Jamaica. My tarot cards told me that you'd like to know that. Back to the story)
Professor Dumbledore gestured a bit further down the table and the students focused their attention on a very familiar shape. Lupin was back. "This is Professor Lupin, he has returned to fill the Defense Against the Dark Arts position."
Up and down three of the tables, students grinned and applauded. Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor all were excited about this. The Slytherins were of course unhappy.
"Now," Dumbledore continued, "This year won't have the excitement of the past few years, I hope, with the next Tri-Wizard tournament still a few years off." He looked around the room at the engaged faces. "I think I've said enough for now so let's eat."
He waved a hand and food appeared all over the tables. Decorations of the houses fluttered into existence. He smiled and sat down, picking up a chicken leg.
Harry was oh so sorry to hear about Trelawny's departure. "Who's going to predict my death all year now, Colin?" Colin laughed so hard that mashed potatoes threatened to exit his nose.
"I don't know, Harry, but the new teacher sure looks, well, odd."
"She does, but that might be good. Lupin looks a bit weird too, you know." he said. "Aidan, pass me a roll please?" Harry was talking to one of Colin's friends that he'd met on the train.
"Sure Harry!" he said and passed the entire plate.
"Just one will work, Aidan."
Dinner seemed to go on forever. Harry looked up the table and saw the rest of the group, Hermione, Seamus, Dean, Neville, and Ron. They were all having a decent time except for Ron. He looked rather miserable. Harry made a mental note to go talk to him after he had a little pang of guilt. Maybe it wasn't his fault and all? He'd have to find out.
Dinner ended and the thoroughly fattened students rolled their way back to their dorms with the first years in front. The group of Gryffindors entered the portrait hole with the password 'ad naseum'. Harry and his group were among the last to enter and when they finally did, the room was full. First years wandering and looking at everything, older students talking and catching up from events over the summer. Ron was sitting with Hermione, Seamus, Fred, George, and Neville near the fire, talking.
Ron saw them coming and swallowed heavily. Neville and Hermione also saw Harry and company as they approached. "Maybe he's come to make a peace, Ron," Hermione said quietly.
"Maybe. Hopefully." Ron replied.
Harry was flanked by Colin on one side and Aidan and Dennis on the other. "Ron, can we talk for a bit? This is getting ridiculous."
"Yeah, we can," Ron agreed.
"See, now that wasn't so hard, was it, boys?" Hermione asked. Most everyone's attention had turned to her, except Ron and Aidan, making Aidan the only person to think he saw a quick and faint glow of green in Ron's eyes.
"Oh, so the great Harry potter finally has a spot of time for the lowly Ron Weasley. What's the matter, Harry, isn't your fan club giving you enough adoration?" Ron blurted out unbelievably loud.
"Ron? What the-" Harry started to say when Ron interrupted him.
"Look everyone, he's talking to me. Hey Colin, why don't you take a picture of that, huh? That would go great with the rest of them. No, wait, I have an even better idea. Colin can take a picture of this!" Ron stuck his middle finger in the younger boy's face.
Colin was dumbfounded at that, as were the rest of the surrounding people. Nearly everyone was frozen in place except two, Harry and Seamus. Harry surged forward at Ron with eyes filled with rage, but was thankfully (for Ron) knocked backwards by a check from Seamus that would have made Chris Chelios envious.
"I've had it with him. I'm going to pound the snot out of him!" Harry yelled.
"No, lad, you're certainly not." Seamus had grabbed Harry under the shoulders and was still driving him back. Seamus' strength surprised everyone in the room because although Harry wasn't anywhere near the biggest in Gryffindor, he was much thicker than Seamus. "Hermione, Fred, George, get him out of here. Now!"
Harry had also been grappled by Aidan and Colin and they were holding him while Ron was roughly escorted out the portrait hole. Ron's face was one of total surprise and shock. Once again, he couldn't believe what had just happened.
"Harry, stop it. Stop now!" Seamus was still holding on, but he was flagging.
"Oh! That frigging PRAT. Let me go!"
Neville joined the Restrain Harry Potter Club and they ended up tackling him.
"Harry, I'm sorry about this, but we're not getting off until you calm the hell down," Neville said, and was truly sorry he had to do this to Harry.
"Harry, settle down, please Harry!" Colin pleaded. Harry began to slowly lessen his thrashing.
"Okay. I'm fine. Really." Harry said after a another two minutes of being piled on. "Alright. You all can get up now." Slowly they did, keeping themselves between Harry and the door.
Meanwhile, in the Hallway….
Ron was taken into the corridor and a few hallways over. "What in the holy hell was that, Ron? He was trying to make up with you." Fred asked as he pushed Ron up against the wall.
"I - I don't know. I can't explain it. It was just like before. He walked up and it was like it wasn't me in my head. I had no control."
"I think that I should go and get Professor McGonagall," Hermione said to the group.
"No! please don't do that!" Ron begged. "She might do something to Harry."
"Well, Ron, in case you didn't notice, Harry was intent on doing something to you in there," George added in. "You definitely don't want what he was giving out."
"This is my problem. Maybe getting beaten down is what I need to fix my head."
"No, that won't solve anything, Ron. Do you think that anything changed when I knocked Malfoy senseless? No. Of course not. Nothing will change for you either."
Back in the Common Room….
"Seamus, I just don't understand it. He- I don't know. Harry pushed the hair from his eyes. "What ever brought this on? How can I be about to throttle my friend?"
"Harry, we don't know. Maybe we should tell Dumbledore or someone," injected Neville.
"That might get Ron expelled. As much as I can't stand him right now, I don't want that. Just keep him away from me." A look of irritation crossed Harry's brow. "bloody hell, I have to sleep next to him. That'll be loads of fun, I'm sure."
"Just ignore him, Harry. Don't talk to him, don't look at him. He's not there," Aidan said. "It'll be best that way.
"We will keep you apart in the dorm room, won't we Neville, Dean?" Seamus said. "I'll switch you beds so you can be further away from him. "I'm sure Hermione knows some charm to separate you two already anyways."
Harry looked very unsure of all this, but reluctantly agreed. "I'm going on to bed.
Good night, Colin, Aidan, Dean, everyone else. You wanna come switch things now, Seamus?"
"Be right there." Harry walked up and Seamus followed quickly.
After Harry left, the rest of the stunned faces in the common room thinned out quickly. "Colin, did you ever do anything to piss Ron off?" Aidan asked.
"No. Not a thing. He was at my house for a day, you know. I was very nice to him, but he must have something against me." Colin looked quite sad about that. He couldn't fathom why Ron disliked him so.
In the Hallway….
"I'll go in and check. You all wait here." Hermione stepped through the hole and into the common room. She saw only a handful of people left. "Has Harry gone off to bed already?"
"Yeah, he and Seamus went up about ten minutes ago." Colin answered as Seamus descended the steps.
"He's sleepin'. The lad's all confused. As am I, for that matter. Is Ron out there?"
"Yeah, I was checking to see if everything was cooled down."
"We just finished moving our stuff and he collapsed on my-his bed and fell asleep."
"You changed-"
"Uh huh, we figured that it might be for the best. Harry doesn't want to go to a teacher over this."
"Neither does Ron, actually. So I guess that leaves us to figure it out, huh?"
"It's a good thing you're here, Hermione, otherwise I wouldn't like our chances at all," Seamus said. They all nodded in a sad sort of agreement.
Oh, just in case you didn't know who the crap Chris Chelios is, he's a defenseman for the Redwings hockey team. He hits like a ton of bricks. Now the meat of the story comes out of the oven and on to your plates. Sorry it took so long. I hope you didn't mind too much.