There's No Turning Back!
Chapter Seven:
A/N. I am supposed to have eight chapters but I think I am going to split them down, I may have about ten chapters by the time I'm finished!!!!:}
The next morning Hermione was looking cheerful again and had become a lot warmer towards Jenny. Whatever she had said to Hermione had certainly worked but Harry still thought that deep down inside Hermione was still jealous about not being the top student in the year any more.
Harry had Defense Against The Dark Arts first thing much to his and everyone else's relief.
'OK you dreadful lot, settle down!,' said Professor Lupin grinning as he was greeted cheerfully by his former students who still liked him from their third year.
Harry sat down, after fighting the urge to hug the huge black dog at Lupin's heels.
'Right then, let's recap,' started Lupin, 'Can anyone tell me what a...let me see...a werewolf is?'
Very few hands shot up. They, like Harry, obviously didn't want to say something that would offend Lupin.
'Anyone else? Oh, very well then. Jenny,' he said, sighing.
'Ahem,' started Jenny
'Oh, here we go,' muttered Lupin.
'Werewolves are found worldwide though they have believed to originate in northern Europe. There is no known cure to stop people turning into werewolves once they have been bitten but there is the wolfsbane potion which lets the transformer keep their mind when they transform. The werewolf seeks human in preference to any other kind of pray which is very rare. But when not in wolf-like state the werewolf is as harmless as anyone else and twice as nice if they're called Remus Lupin.'
Every word sounded as though she had read it from a book...apart from the last bit...
'Flattery will get you nowhere, Miss Dumbledore,' said Lupin, but looking secretly pleased all the same.
Sirius shook his head in disbelief, as well as a dog could.
'Suck up!' whispered Ron, good-naturedly
'Five points for Miss Dumbledore for getting that correct...'
They carried on recapping werewolves for the rest of the lesson. Snape had done it with them one time with them two years ago but none of them had really taken it in.
'And next lesson we will be learning how to kill werewolves,' said Lupin, with an involuntary shudder as they left the class.
'Poor old Lupin, said Ron 'Teaching us how to kill him,'
The next seven weeks weren't too eventful but there had been news of more DeathEater activity in Wales but Fudge was still keeping Voldemorts return under low profile and was refusing to comment on rumors.
One morning as Harry, Ron and Hermione came down to breakfast, they saw a notice flashing at them from a wall.
'Halloween Ball,' Ron read, 'All years. All students are to be expected to go...'
Harry's world plummeted.
'Oh no, oh no, no no, no way! I'm having serious déjà vu here!'
'What are you talking about, Harry? The last ball was fun!' said Hermione, smiling.
'Fun for you maybe, you went with Victor Krum!' said Ron, grumpily, 'I still can't believe that pig ditched you!'
'Don't rub it in!' Harry hissed elbowing Ron, seeing Hermione's face fall.
They heard footsteps behind them and turned around. It was Jenny, looking as though she needed a good, long sleep.
'So how was you DT with McGonagall last night,' asked Harry, trying not to smile.
'Uh, fun?' she said with a tired smile, 'What's this?' She read the notice board and groaned.
'They cannot make me go to that retched thing!' she exclaimed, waking up.
They walked into the Great Hall for breakfast. He whole hall was alive with people talking about the ball. The notice wasn't exactly hard to miss.
'Yup, definitely déjà vu!' said Harry glumly, as he sat down.
He was never going to be able get a partner! He knew Ron was going to ask Hermione. It was plain to see that Ron liked her. True, he hadn't told Harry yet but Harry was working on getting that piece if information out. The only problem was he wasn't sure if Hermione would say 'yes'...
Who could he ask? Cho? No. She was still sad about Cedric and anyway Harry had gone off her. How about...Jenny? No way! Where did that thought come from? Loads of people were going to ask her. He didn't even like her in that way...
As soon as he and Ron were alone, Harry asked him who he was going to ask to the ball.
'I dunno yet,' said Ron his ears reddening, the telltale sign that he was lying.
'Come on Ron!' I can see you like Hermione!'
'Me?! Wh...you think I...I could never...I...OK, yeah, you're right! Damn you, Potter! What do you think she'll say when I ask her?'
Harry laughed, 'I suppose you'll have to ask to find out!'
It was after lunch in the Gryffindor common room when Ron plucked up the courage to ask her. Hermione was, as usual, reading and Ron went over to her. Jenny and Harry couldn't hear what they were saying but they got the gist and grinned at each other. Ron came back over to where Harry sat and Jenny went over to Hermione.
'So, what did she say?' asked Harry, slyly.
'Take a guess!' said Ron, grinning.
The weeks leading up to the ball were wet and Harry still hadn't asked anyone. A few people had asked him but he had turned them down for some reason that even he didn't know.
It was a few nights before the ball and Harry was trying to do his Charms homework whilst thinking that it wouldn't be too bad if he had to go alone.
Next to him Jenny was quietly thinking, which was rare. She had just come back from Dumbledore's office. It was strange, thought Harry, Jenny had been asked by heaps of boys to go to the ball but each one she had turned down. Even Roger Davis had, the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain who had taken Cedric's place as the 'hunk' of Hogwarts school.
Then Harry did something which, remembering back, he considered to be stupider than leaping on the back of that troll in his fist year. He turned to Jenny and asked her to the ball.
A/N. Oooooooh, a cliffe!!!! What's she gonna say???!!!! Don't worry, this story isn't a romance...it just has the odd bit in it...it won't get all soppy, I promise!!!!!!!:}
Disclaimer: I own Jenny and...er...that's it!!!!
Chapter Seven:
A/N. I am supposed to have eight chapters but I think I am going to split them down, I may have about ten chapters by the time I'm finished!!!!:}
The next morning Hermione was looking cheerful again and had become a lot warmer towards Jenny. Whatever she had said to Hermione had certainly worked but Harry still thought that deep down inside Hermione was still jealous about not being the top student in the year any more.
Harry had Defense Against The Dark Arts first thing much to his and everyone else's relief.
'OK you dreadful lot, settle down!,' said Professor Lupin grinning as he was greeted cheerfully by his former students who still liked him from their third year.
Harry sat down, after fighting the urge to hug the huge black dog at Lupin's heels.
'Right then, let's recap,' started Lupin, 'Can anyone tell me what a...let me see...a werewolf is?'
Very few hands shot up. They, like Harry, obviously didn't want to say something that would offend Lupin.
'Anyone else? Oh, very well then. Jenny,' he said, sighing.
'Ahem,' started Jenny
'Oh, here we go,' muttered Lupin.
'Werewolves are found worldwide though they have believed to originate in northern Europe. There is no known cure to stop people turning into werewolves once they have been bitten but there is the wolfsbane potion which lets the transformer keep their mind when they transform. The werewolf seeks human in preference to any other kind of pray which is very rare. But when not in wolf-like state the werewolf is as harmless as anyone else and twice as nice if they're called Remus Lupin.'
Every word sounded as though she had read it from a book...apart from the last bit...
'Flattery will get you nowhere, Miss Dumbledore,' said Lupin, but looking secretly pleased all the same.
Sirius shook his head in disbelief, as well as a dog could.
'Suck up!' whispered Ron, good-naturedly
'Five points for Miss Dumbledore for getting that correct...'
They carried on recapping werewolves for the rest of the lesson. Snape had done it with them one time with them two years ago but none of them had really taken it in.
'And next lesson we will be learning how to kill werewolves,' said Lupin, with an involuntary shudder as they left the class.
'Poor old Lupin, said Ron 'Teaching us how to kill him,'
The next seven weeks weren't too eventful but there had been news of more DeathEater activity in Wales but Fudge was still keeping Voldemorts return under low profile and was refusing to comment on rumors.
One morning as Harry, Ron and Hermione came down to breakfast, they saw a notice flashing at them from a wall.
'Halloween Ball,' Ron read, 'All years. All students are to be expected to go...'
Harry's world plummeted.
'Oh no, oh no, no no, no way! I'm having serious déjà vu here!'
'What are you talking about, Harry? The last ball was fun!' said Hermione, smiling.
'Fun for you maybe, you went with Victor Krum!' said Ron, grumpily, 'I still can't believe that pig ditched you!'
'Don't rub it in!' Harry hissed elbowing Ron, seeing Hermione's face fall.
They heard footsteps behind them and turned around. It was Jenny, looking as though she needed a good, long sleep.
'So how was you DT with McGonagall last night,' asked Harry, trying not to smile.
'Uh, fun?' she said with a tired smile, 'What's this?' She read the notice board and groaned.
'They cannot make me go to that retched thing!' she exclaimed, waking up.
They walked into the Great Hall for breakfast. He whole hall was alive with people talking about the ball. The notice wasn't exactly hard to miss.
'Yup, definitely déjà vu!' said Harry glumly, as he sat down.
He was never going to be able get a partner! He knew Ron was going to ask Hermione. It was plain to see that Ron liked her. True, he hadn't told Harry yet but Harry was working on getting that piece if information out. The only problem was he wasn't sure if Hermione would say 'yes'...
Who could he ask? Cho? No. She was still sad about Cedric and anyway Harry had gone off her. How about...Jenny? No way! Where did that thought come from? Loads of people were going to ask her. He didn't even like her in that way...
As soon as he and Ron were alone, Harry asked him who he was going to ask to the ball.
'I dunno yet,' said Ron his ears reddening, the telltale sign that he was lying.
'Come on Ron!' I can see you like Hermione!'
'Me?! Wh...you think I...I could never...I...OK, yeah, you're right! Damn you, Potter! What do you think she'll say when I ask her?'
Harry laughed, 'I suppose you'll have to ask to find out!'
It was after lunch in the Gryffindor common room when Ron plucked up the courage to ask her. Hermione was, as usual, reading and Ron went over to her. Jenny and Harry couldn't hear what they were saying but they got the gist and grinned at each other. Ron came back over to where Harry sat and Jenny went over to Hermione.
'So, what did she say?' asked Harry, slyly.
'Take a guess!' said Ron, grinning.
The weeks leading up to the ball were wet and Harry still hadn't asked anyone. A few people had asked him but he had turned them down for some reason that even he didn't know.
It was a few nights before the ball and Harry was trying to do his Charms homework whilst thinking that it wouldn't be too bad if he had to go alone.
Next to him Jenny was quietly thinking, which was rare. She had just come back from Dumbledore's office. It was strange, thought Harry, Jenny had been asked by heaps of boys to go to the ball but each one she had turned down. Even Roger Davis had, the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain who had taken Cedric's place as the 'hunk' of Hogwarts school.
Then Harry did something which, remembering back, he considered to be stupider than leaping on the back of that troll in his fist year. He turned to Jenny and asked her to the ball.
A/N. Oooooooh, a cliffe!!!! What's she gonna say???!!!! Don't worry, this story isn't a romance...it just has the odd bit in it...it won't get all soppy, I promise!!!!!!!:}
Disclaimer: I own Jenny and...er...that's it!!!!