Harry Potter and the Duplaticus Curse
Chapter 21 The Warning
Harry never told Ron and Hermione about his meeting with James. They didn't even know that anything was wrong, Harry made sure that they didn't.
Harry's lessons were getting weirder and weirder. Well, at least the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes were. Professor Ralon was getting odder, by occasionally surprising them while they are walking down the corridors, by running 'silently' up behind them, grabbing them, and trying to see if they could defend themselves. All of the Gryffindors knew just by being grabbed on the shoulder or hearing a thumping noise behind them, that it was Professor Ralon. Some people would just turn around, smile, and say, "Hello Professor Ralon," before walking away.
Anyway, one day, around March, (A.N. I know, I skipped ahead again) Ron, Harry, and Hermione were walking to their DADA class, when Professor Ralon came up behind them and grabbed Harry on the shoulder.
"Hello Professor," Harry said, turning around.
"Today the class is outside, Potter," Professor Ralon said sternly. "Move along! Outside with you! Oh! And drop off your bags, it's going to be a practical lesson."
"I wonder if he brought pixies," Ron said sarcastically, when Harry and Ron were up in their dorm room, putting away their book bags. Professor Lockheart, their teacher from four years ago, had set a cage full of Cornish Pixies loose in their first class.
After the three of them met up again in the common room, they all walked down to the slushy grounds. The rest of the Gryffindor sixth years were waiting for them.
"Any idea about what we're going to do?" Harry asked Seamus.
"Nope, he didn't give us any clue. And we asked, but he just told us to shut up and march outside."
A few minutes later Professor Ralon appeared with a POP!
"You can't apparate on the grounds of Hogwarts," Hermione muttered angrily under her breath. Professor Ralon had been doing this for ages, but Hermione still found it very annoying. Professor Ralon heard her.
"Hermione, an intelligent witch like you should have realized by now that what I just did is not apparation, in fact, that is what you will be learning soon." Professor Ralon looked around at everyone.
"Why do you have your wands?" snapped Professor Ralon.
"Because we thought that we might need them," Dean said uncertainly, "After all, we're supposed to be learning spells with them."
"Put those away for now," Professor Ralon said hastily. "All right, we're going to be working on stretching our minds. Professor Ralon sat down on the damp grass and crossed his legs. He motioned for the rest of the people to sit down before him.
"You've got to be joking," Parvati squealed. "I'm not sitting down on the grass. It's wet."
Professor Ralon scowled at Parvati before he lifted his hand and snapped his fingers. Parvati fell to the ground.
"You will also be learning how to do that," Professor Ralon said, watching Parvati struggle to her feet again. "Now, sit!" The Gryffindors scrambled onto the ground, not wanted to be magicked onto the ground.
"All right," Professor Ralon said once everyone was on the ground. "Say in your head, 'I can move things with my mind, I can move things with my mind.'" After a few minutes of silence and Harry thinking, "I am being incredibly stupid, I am being incredibly stupid," Professor Ralon told everyone to stand up again.
"All right, now you will be attempting to move an object a few inches." Professor Ralon took a rock out of his pocket and placed it on the ground.
(A.N. For those of u who may be wondering. I did not get this idea from Star Wars.)
"Try and move the rock, Longbottom." Neville stepped forward nervously.
"Just picture the rock in your mind, and see it moving." Neville gulped and closed his eyes tight. After a minute or two the rock rose slowly off of the grass and over everyone's head.
"Good job!" Cried Professor Ralon. Neville opened an eye and the rock fell onto his head.
"All right!" Professor Ralon cried, "Who wants to go next!" Moving things with their minds was easier than they thought it would be. After a few minutes rocks were flying around the sky, bouncing off of the ground, and sending people to the hospital wing with concussions.
After getting hit numerous times in the head, Professor Ralon finally brought a stop to their lesson.
"Right all," Professor Ralon said, getting his words mixed up. "Class next will we be learning that to do with open eyes." Professor Ralon walked zigzagidly up to the school, with the Gryffindors walking behind them.
The next Saturday was the match that decided who would be competing to get the Quidditch cup. The Gryffindors were playing the Hufflepuffs. Ravenclaw had already beat Slytherin, so it was either Gryffindor or Hufflepuff against Ravenclaw.
On Saturday the Gryffindor team was getting dressed in the locker room when Ron came running in.
"It's looking really bad out there," Ron panted, "There are black clouds and a thin fog. Professor McGonnagal is thinking of calling off the match."
"They can't call off the match!" Sean yelled. "WE HAVE TO PLAY!!!"
"All right, I'll go tell Professor MG that you don't give your concession." Ron walked out of the locker room door.
After a few minutes they heard Mara talking through the megaphone.
"As both teams want to play in this weather," Mara said, "We will be continuing. Here is the Hufflepuff team…"
After announcing the Hufflepuff team members, Mara called out "And here are the Gryffindors!!!" Sean, Harry, Jennifer, Evan, David, Allison, and Audrey walked out onto the grass. Ron was right, it was really gloomy outside. You couldn't see the sun at all and the fog made it really hard to see 100 feet in front of you.
"Mount your brooms," said Madame Hooch. She herself mounted her broom and kicked open the box with the balls in it. The box sprang open and all of the balls flew out of it.
"AAAAANNNNNNDDDDDDD THEY"RE OFF!" Proclaimed Mara. "Korbin takes the Quaffle, he dodges a bludger, well one of them. The other hits him in the nose. Ohhhh that had to hurt. Anyway, Wetherson takes the Quaffle, he's flying toward the Gryffindor Posts. BLOCK HE STUPID BALL! Sorry Professor. Wetherson scores. 10-0, Hufflepuff." There was a tide of boos from the Gryffindor side.
"Anyway, Allison takes the Quaffle. Audrey sends a Bludger in the direction of the Hufflepuff seeker. Hit's him in the arm, Ouch!" All of a sudden Harry felt something bounce off of his head. It was too small to be the Quaffle, and it wasn't the Snitch. Harry looked up in the sky. It was hailing. Hail the size of golf balls were falling from the sky and bouncing off of the players.
"Harry!" Yelled Sean, "Get the Snitch quick! So we can go inside!" Harry nodded and flew around, in desperate search of the Snitch, while trying to avoid being hit in the head with hail.
All of a sudden he saw it. The snitch was fluttering about 50 feet above the Gryffindor goal posts. Harry flew like a bullet to the posts, but he blinked and the Snitch was gone.
"The score is 50 to 20 Gryffindor," Mara was saying.
Harry wasn't paying a lot of attention. Something, or rather, someone had caught his eye.
There was a woman standing near the back of the stands. She was dressed in the traditional cloak that a Death Eater would wear. She was staring at Harry. Even though her head was partially covered, Harry could see her dark brown hair. She looked directly into Harry's eyes and glared. She lifted up her arm and brought a finger across her neck. Harry felt the color draining from his face.
"Harry look out!" Sean yelled. Harry turned his head to find a Bludger coming straight at his head. He turned over in midair in order to avoid it. When he looked back for the woman, she was gone.
Harry went in search of the snitch, and he found it fluttering above a Hufflepuff Beater. Harry zoomed forward and clamped his hand over the Snitch.
The crowd burst into applause and cheers. All of the Gryffindor team members came zooming toward Harry and pulled him into one large group hug. They finally landed on the ground, and found themselves instantly engulfed by the crowd. Harry smiled and pretended to be happy, but he couldn't help feeling nervous about that warning.