A/N: please do not be confused…. Just follow the "rewindings" and "fastforwards". Pretty self-explanatory from there on. Thanx to my oh, most devoted reviewer and talented writer Rita Skeeter, and I will listen to all my reviewers comments and concerns. (KittyAngel and Starfig).
*Okay…. REWINDING…..all the way back to scene one, chapter one…….*
Hermione slammed the door, after she had pushed Harry down the steps onto the front lawn. Tears were welling in her eyes but she quickly rubbed them away with the back of her hand. That Harry! How could he? They'd always been closest companions, and he had been so understanding……until his later teenage years(creepy music, please). I can change him, I know I can! Hermione thought desperately. She would never forgive anyone this easily except for Harry, even if she didn't show it. Hermione racked her brain on a plan to get Harry to love her like he used to in the ancient times. Suddenly, a wide grin spread across her face. An evil grin. A Neville on drugs grin. Ah hah! I have the perfect plan…..
"Dearest Seamus…." No, no, no. "Seamus, my love" hmmm. Not dramatic enough. "Seamus, my darling love of my life…" (Ah hah!) "Oh, my heart would shatter if you never noticed my existence. Please say you do, my love, for I have never felt this way for anyone but you ever since our first year at Hogwarts together. That horrible Harry took me away from you when he told me he loved me, but I await to see you again in the the university of MLAP(Magical law for advanced pupils), also known as the university of Muggle-borns Lost Among Purebloods. Please write back and say you love me! And I hope this doesn't sound too forward, but, marry me !" Ha, ha! Harry will be bursting with jealousy if Seamus really does accept this! How fortunate that we will all attend the same college….
***
Okay. FAST FORWARD…….
"Hello, sir. Can you please direct me to Hepsiba's Books?" "Make a left down knockturn alley, and go straight. It'll be on the right side of the street." "Thank you."
5 minutes later: "Are you Hepsiba?" "What do you think, boy? It's called Hepsiba's Books, isn't it?" "Yes, well, anyway, can you please direct me to dark arts for begginners books?"
Neville followed the plump woman down the aisle until they reached the perfect section. The woman turned and looked at him thoughtfully. "Judging by your looks, boy, seems like you need the most basic book in the section." Walking past the "Dark Arts for Dummies" books, she finally seemed to land on the perfect one. Handing him The Complete Idiot's Guide to the Dark Arts, she walked off chuckling. Neville just stared at the cover, utterly offended. Oh, well, he was used to this… All he needed to do was get a few more books, and spell books, and then he would be ready. Most wizards learned the dark arts in a lifetime. He promised himself he would try to learn it in a year. Secretly. I'm smart. Just, uh, I never show it. Yeah, that's it. And he just kept telling himself that.
***
"Boy, it feels great to be away from the Dursleys!" Harry smiled to himself, unpacking his belongings into his room at the leaky cauldron. He had already gotten a letter of conferment back from Ron about getting picked up, and they would both ride the Hogwarts Express to the Magik Express train, (a station hidden by more magic behind the Hogwarts school that would arrive at the local university they would attend.) Harry had succeeded in pushing back his guilt about Hermione, and went downstairs to pick up the latest issue of The Daily Prophet.
Confection Catastrophes
By Rita Skeeter(that's you , brit!)
….. "Just Last week, a nineteen year old boy
was taken to the hospital for devouring too
many Eardrum Exploding lollypops…..
he now has a hearing deficiency that will last him the rest of his life…."
"Oh, brother," Harry rolled his eyes. "That Rita Skeeter----what a waste of paper she takes up…"
About to go back upstairs, he heard a crunching noise. Looking down, he realized he'd stepped on a small
beetle. Dangling off the top of its cracked shell was a pair of miniscule spectacles…..
A/N: (Britney, I'm sorry about the ending. Believe me, it has noooo reflection on you! I just thought you might like it…..or not! Well, at least you're in the story! Don't worry, I'll make it up to you! ) Okay, so it was a weird ending. But if you keep reading more chapters, it will actually get more exciting. Trust me. That's the way this world works: You have to get past all the garbage to get to the good stuff.
*Okay…. REWINDING…..all the way back to scene one, chapter one…….*
Hermione slammed the door, after she had pushed Harry down the steps onto the front lawn. Tears were welling in her eyes but she quickly rubbed them away with the back of her hand. That Harry! How could he? They'd always been closest companions, and he had been so understanding……until his later teenage years(creepy music, please). I can change him, I know I can! Hermione thought desperately. She would never forgive anyone this easily except for Harry, even if she didn't show it. Hermione racked her brain on a plan to get Harry to love her like he used to in the ancient times. Suddenly, a wide grin spread across her face. An evil grin. A Neville on drugs grin. Ah hah! I have the perfect plan…..
"Dearest Seamus…." No, no, no. "Seamus, my love" hmmm. Not dramatic enough. "Seamus, my darling love of my life…" (Ah hah!) "Oh, my heart would shatter if you never noticed my existence. Please say you do, my love, for I have never felt this way for anyone but you ever since our first year at Hogwarts together. That horrible Harry took me away from you when he told me he loved me, but I await to see you again in the the university of MLAP(Magical law for advanced pupils), also known as the university of Muggle-borns Lost Among Purebloods. Please write back and say you love me! And I hope this doesn't sound too forward, but, marry me !" Ha, ha! Harry will be bursting with jealousy if Seamus really does accept this! How fortunate that we will all attend the same college….
***
Okay. FAST FORWARD…….
"Hello, sir. Can you please direct me to Hepsiba's Books?" "Make a left down knockturn alley, and go straight. It'll be on the right side of the street." "Thank you."
5 minutes later: "Are you Hepsiba?" "What do you think, boy? It's called Hepsiba's Books, isn't it?" "Yes, well, anyway, can you please direct me to dark arts for begginners books?"
Neville followed the plump woman down the aisle until they reached the perfect section. The woman turned and looked at him thoughtfully. "Judging by your looks, boy, seems like you need the most basic book in the section." Walking past the "Dark Arts for Dummies" books, she finally seemed to land on the perfect one. Handing him The Complete Idiot's Guide to the Dark Arts, she walked off chuckling. Neville just stared at the cover, utterly offended. Oh, well, he was used to this… All he needed to do was get a few more books, and spell books, and then he would be ready. Most wizards learned the dark arts in a lifetime. He promised himself he would try to learn it in a year. Secretly. I'm smart. Just, uh, I never show it. Yeah, that's it. And he just kept telling himself that.
***
"Boy, it feels great to be away from the Dursleys!" Harry smiled to himself, unpacking his belongings into his room at the leaky cauldron. He had already gotten a letter of conferment back from Ron about getting picked up, and they would both ride the Hogwarts Express to the Magik Express train, (a station hidden by more magic behind the Hogwarts school that would arrive at the local university they would attend.) Harry had succeeded in pushing back his guilt about Hermione, and went downstairs to pick up the latest issue of The Daily Prophet.
Confection Catastrophes
By Rita Skeeter(that's you , brit!)
….. "Just Last week, a nineteen year old boy
was taken to the hospital for devouring too
many Eardrum Exploding lollypops…..
he now has a hearing deficiency that will last him the rest of his life…."
"Oh, brother," Harry rolled his eyes. "That Rita Skeeter----what a waste of paper she takes up…"
About to go back upstairs, he heard a crunching noise. Looking down, he realized he'd stepped on a small
beetle. Dangling off the top of its cracked shell was a pair of miniscule spectacles…..
A/N: (Britney, I'm sorry about the ending. Believe me, it has noooo reflection on you! I just thought you might like it…..or not! Well, at least you're in the story! Don't worry, I'll make it up to you! ) Okay, so it was a weird ending. But if you keep reading more chapters, it will actually get more exciting. Trust me. That's the way this world works: You have to get past all the garbage to get to the good stuff.