*~I took a line out of here from Lord of the Rings. It fit, so I used it.
Don't sue please! And wasn't my chapter name original?~*
"Nadia, could I say one more thing to you?" Dumbledore asked as she headed towards the door. "Thank you for saving the house. I had a feeling you would have known about the charm, as it had worked its way into Russian folklore."
"But why is it a Russian tale and not an English one?" Nadia asked curiously.
"Because Salazar Slytherin fled to Russia after leaving the school. He had family there, and he told them about all the things he had done to sabotage the school. Eventually, fact faded into tale, tale faded into legend, and legend faded into myth, until it was almost forgotten." Dumbledore said.
Nadia, feeling slightly confused, turned around and walked out the door.
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"So. you were enchanted by some stupid little ball thing?" Ron asked slowly the next day.
"Yeah. can you guys ever forgive me for being such an ass?" Harry said, praying they would say yes.
"Of course we will! It was the charm talking, not you. You had no control over what you were doing," Hermione said, her voice slightly muffled by a large book.
"Thanks," Harry said, relieved.
They walked down to breakfast, chatting animatedly as though nothing strange had ever happened to them. The house was still in slight disarray, but people were starting to mend broken ties and friendships. The trio sat down at their table, and Harry spotted Nadia deep in conversation with a tall first year with blonde hair and hazel eyes. He caught her eye, and gave her a small smile. This time, she wasn't startled or shocked, but she merely returned the grin.
Malfoy was extremely depressed. He hadn't gotten Harry or Nadia expelled, but merely received a detention for wandering the halls at night. Nadia had also, because although she had an important piece of information, she was still walking around the corridors well past midnight. She didn't care though, as long as she could have a peaceful night sleep she was happy.
Both Harry and Nadia were begged to recall all the events of the past month. People asked what the song sounded like, what the charm looked like, what it was like to be enchanted, the regular bit. Dumbledore had kept the affair a secret, so, of course, the entire school knew.
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The school year passed as normally as any one did at Hogwarts. There wasn't even some mystery that Hermione, Ron, and Harry usually solved. Except for the occasional prank sent by the Weasley twins, Hagrid's classes with hippogriffs, (they had continued now Dumbledore said they were old enough to) and the occasional catastrophe in Transfiguration, which included Harry turning Ron into a Lethifold, and having to stun him before McGonagall could turn him back.
One night Harry was walking down the corridor towards looking for Hermione and Ron. They said they were going to the library so she could tutor him in his Charms, but they hadn't been back for two hours. He stopped and rested his head against the chilling glass of one of the windows, and looked down on the moonlit grounds. There he saw a sight that made his heart leap into his throat. Hermione and Ron were walking along the grounds, hand-in-hand. They stopped directly below his third-story window, and began to kiss passionately.
"Hey! I thought you two were prefects! Don't you know that there's no snogging on the grounds?" Harry yelled, half laughing.
They both looked up startled, and began to laugh. Harry knew that romance was sparking among the sixth years. He and Cho had kissed only ten feet from where Hermione and Ron were standing. He finally felt like a normal teenage boy. He had no dark wizards to be worried about, no strange dreams or prickling from his scar.
But he did have one thing. He knew that when he left this school, he would leave behind someone to travel in his footsteps and wreak havoc on the school as he and his friends had done. Nadia would follow in his footsteps.
*~The end! Ha ha, another successful story. Well, next one should be a funny one, it'll probably only be a chapter long, but it'll take a long time to write.~*
"Nadia, could I say one more thing to you?" Dumbledore asked as she headed towards the door. "Thank you for saving the house. I had a feeling you would have known about the charm, as it had worked its way into Russian folklore."
"But why is it a Russian tale and not an English one?" Nadia asked curiously.
"Because Salazar Slytherin fled to Russia after leaving the school. He had family there, and he told them about all the things he had done to sabotage the school. Eventually, fact faded into tale, tale faded into legend, and legend faded into myth, until it was almost forgotten." Dumbledore said.
Nadia, feeling slightly confused, turned around and walked out the door.
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"So. you were enchanted by some stupid little ball thing?" Ron asked slowly the next day.
"Yeah. can you guys ever forgive me for being such an ass?" Harry said, praying they would say yes.
"Of course we will! It was the charm talking, not you. You had no control over what you were doing," Hermione said, her voice slightly muffled by a large book.
"Thanks," Harry said, relieved.
They walked down to breakfast, chatting animatedly as though nothing strange had ever happened to them. The house was still in slight disarray, but people were starting to mend broken ties and friendships. The trio sat down at their table, and Harry spotted Nadia deep in conversation with a tall first year with blonde hair and hazel eyes. He caught her eye, and gave her a small smile. This time, she wasn't startled or shocked, but she merely returned the grin.
Malfoy was extremely depressed. He hadn't gotten Harry or Nadia expelled, but merely received a detention for wandering the halls at night. Nadia had also, because although she had an important piece of information, she was still walking around the corridors well past midnight. She didn't care though, as long as she could have a peaceful night sleep she was happy.
Both Harry and Nadia were begged to recall all the events of the past month. People asked what the song sounded like, what the charm looked like, what it was like to be enchanted, the regular bit. Dumbledore had kept the affair a secret, so, of course, the entire school knew.
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The school year passed as normally as any one did at Hogwarts. There wasn't even some mystery that Hermione, Ron, and Harry usually solved. Except for the occasional prank sent by the Weasley twins, Hagrid's classes with hippogriffs, (they had continued now Dumbledore said they were old enough to) and the occasional catastrophe in Transfiguration, which included Harry turning Ron into a Lethifold, and having to stun him before McGonagall could turn him back.
One night Harry was walking down the corridor towards looking for Hermione and Ron. They said they were going to the library so she could tutor him in his Charms, but they hadn't been back for two hours. He stopped and rested his head against the chilling glass of one of the windows, and looked down on the moonlit grounds. There he saw a sight that made his heart leap into his throat. Hermione and Ron were walking along the grounds, hand-in-hand. They stopped directly below his third-story window, and began to kiss passionately.
"Hey! I thought you two were prefects! Don't you know that there's no snogging on the grounds?" Harry yelled, half laughing.
They both looked up startled, and began to laugh. Harry knew that romance was sparking among the sixth years. He and Cho had kissed only ten feet from where Hermione and Ron were standing. He finally felt like a normal teenage boy. He had no dark wizards to be worried about, no strange dreams or prickling from his scar.
But he did have one thing. He knew that when he left this school, he would leave behind someone to travel in his footsteps and wreak havoc on the school as he and his friends had done. Nadia would follow in his footsteps.
*~The end! Ha ha, another successful story. Well, next one should be a funny one, it'll probably only be a chapter long, but it'll take a long time to write.~*