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Chapter 9: Moona's Secret
She kept looking at her hands, and then when she was 20 feet away from the
ground, a blue flash surrounded her, and she drifted down to the ground like she
was floating. She hit the ground with a little thud, lost her balance and fell on her
bottom. She stood up, wiped herself off, and walked over to Madame Hooch. She
said something, Madame Hooch nodded, she collected her wand, and left the
field.
"She didn't have her wand..." Pavati said.
Malfoy's eyes lit up, and he looked like someone just gave him a present.
"Wait until my father hears that one of our teachers is not only a student,
but an enchantress! Rita Skeeter will eat this up!"
Ron turned straight around, and Hermione and Harry were ready to hold
him back.
"Malfoy," Ron said quite calmly, and glaring at Malfoy as if he could see
right through him "You're jealous-" he held up a finger to silence Malfoy, "and if
you're not jealous you're a grade A chicken. Do you wanna know why? I'll tell you
why Malfoy. 'My father this' and 'My father that' do you ever fight your own fights
Malfoy? Or does dear old daddy do everything for you? He buys you a place on
the Quiddich team, and a life?"
"At least my father can afford things, Weasley."
"My father may not be as rich as your father but my father is a bigger man
than you're father will ever be, because without you're father's wand and money,
Malfoy he's as helpless as a muggle, or worse. A Malfoy muggle, he'll be a
disgrace to your whole family huh, Malfoy? Kinda like you are. Get over yourself
Malfoy, go look at your pasty, blonde rat-faced self in the mirror because your the
same as the rest of us, even worse. Because if any of us, even the people you
think are your friends saw you starving on the street, no one would give you food
never mind help you. Your friends will not help you because you are horrible to
them just like everyone else. They're only your friends because of your money
and good looks. They'd be more willing to stab the pope then help you! Take a
look at your reality Malfoy because it sucks."
Everyone was staring open mouthed at Ron, even Malfoy. The bell rang
which was lucky because everyone but Ron looked utterly baffled.
***
Dammit, Dammit, Dammit, Dammit, DAMMIT!!!
"Enchanters are- well does anyone know?"
Damn right I know what enchanters are. My parents were an enchanter
and enchantress. Therefore I am an enchantress. Hermione was right, I did not
have my wand. I did not need my wand. I did not want anyone to know. Since
Voldemort was powerful Enchanters have been given a horrible reputation.
I decided to answer the question, I don't know what made me raise my
hand, but It's to late now, she called on me.
"Enchanters and Enchantresses are Witches and Wizards that don't need
a wand to perform magic. They have to control there emotions, take special
classes in the summer to learn how to use this power for good and not to blow up
anything by mistake. Big spells can drain there energy and they may pass out.
And the only reason people think that they are evil is because Lord Voldemort-"
I paused as the class cringed, I always forget that people don't like to hear
"the name". Harry stared at me. What four eyes? Damn I'm mean sorry, Harry.
"Sorry, He who must not be named was one. He only used his wand
because he knew that it would give him more power. And it did."
"You seem to know a lot about Enchanters." Hermione said quizzically to
Me.
"I did a project on them." I lied.
Toward the end of class we started on their homework: Take notes on
Diviners and Enchanters.
Lunch was next. Ron out of the blue stole my notebook. PRAT! therefore I
had to chase him around the school. Then to put things to a abrupt end, I put a
leg locker curse on him. There.
The next class was Flying Class.
A burly woman with a low voice was telling the students to get on the field.
It hit me right then, that I didn't know how to fly a broomstick.
"I don't fly." I said firmly.
A pale, good looking but sinister like boy had a snide remark to this, that
sounded like, "What kind of teacher does not know how to fly a broomstick?"
"Oh yes you do!" said The flying Professor handing me a broomstick.
"But, but I've never... I can't..."
"You're about to learn love."
"Oh dear." I said terrified.
"Put the broomstick on the ground, and say 'up'. But make sure you say it
firmly and be ready to catch the broom."
"O..........K." Oh Goddess, help me!
The whole class was looking at me, the Slytherins were glaring and
laughing. I was to busy looking down at the ground to care. I'm DOOMED.
"UP!" I shouted, and the broomstick jumped into my hands, and then lifted
me 100 feet in the air.
Screaming I fumbled for my wand, if they see me do magic without my
wand I'm toast. I could not find it.
Once I found It I was going to just wave it, not needing to say any words,
being an Enchantress, and as I was getting my grip, I dropped the crappy piece of
wood, and the lady on the broomstick trying to fly up to me caught it.
Or I thought she did, for it only set her broomstick on fire.
I only had one choice, I couldn't fly down. But as soon as I was going to
magic the broom to do what I wanted it to, it threw me off. I looked at my hands,
it's news articles or death.
"What is she doing?!" someone yelled.
All I could do was look at my hands, and then I pointed a finger to the
ground, and I drifted safely down. I lost my balance and fell on my but, but I was
safe. I got up, went to who I remembered to my schedule was Madame Hooch
and asked her to let me leave.
"Madame Hooch, may I go to the hospital wing?"
She was looking at me frightened.
"Yes, sure, you may."
I didn't go to the hospital wing. I hid behind the stands and sat on the
ground, sobbing. The first day, and my secret was out, I could still hear the
students talking so I took a listen.
"She didn't have her wand..." I heard Pavati say.
"Wait until my father hears that one of our teachers is not only a student,
but an enchantress! Rita Skeeter will eat this up!" The good looking, but horrible
boy said.
I peered over the riser to see what was happening.
Ron turned straight around, and Hermione and Harry were ready to hold
him back.
"Malfoy," Ron said quite calmly, and glaring at Malfoy as if he could see
right through him "You're jealous-" he held up a finger to silence Malfoy, "and if
you're not jealous you're a grade A chicken. Do you wanna know why? I'll tell you
why Malfoy. 'My father this' and 'My father that' do you ever fight your own fights
Malfoy? Or does dear old daddy do everything for you? He buys you a place on
the Quiddich team, and a life?"
Oh my gosh! This doesn't seem normal of Ron, what is he doing?
"At least my father can afford things, Weasley."
"My father may not be as rich as your father but my father is a bigger man
than you're father will ever be, because without you're father's wand and money,
Malfoy he's as helpless as a muggle, or worse. A Malfoy muggle, he'll be a
disgrace to your whole family huh, Malfoy? Kinda like you are. Get over yourself
Malfoy, go look at your pasty, blonde rat-faced self in the mirror because your the
same as the rest of us, even worse. Because if any of us, even the people you
think are your friends saw you starving on the street, no one would give you food
never mind help you. Your friends will not help you because you are horrible to
them just like everyone else. They're only your friends because of your money
and good looks. They'd be more willing to stab the pope then help you! Take a
look at your reality Malfoy because it sucks."
Sooo sweet and to the point! Where are your senses Moona McKinnon?!
Ronald Weasley? Noooooooooooooooooo. Better.
The bell rang and I opened my pack and pulled out my invisibility cloak, I
snuck out under that.
***
"Wow, Ron that was... unlike you." Hermione said, Harry agreeing with
her.
Ron was busy grumbling and rubbing his knuckles.
Harry and Hermione just looked at each other and shrugged.
Harry could only make out some of the word Ron was grumbling like:
Professor, Malfoy, can't stand, great, kick his ass.
Harry laughed. Though he would also like to kick Malfoy's ass. As they
were heading back to Gryffindor tower they ran into Dumbledore. And Harry ran
into absolutely nothing.
"Hey Professor Dumb-" He stopped because something hit him in the
shoulder and he fell.
Professor Dumbledore looked over and did a double take. And said briskly.
"Hello, Harry how are you doing?" It may have been in a different tone but
it still had that fatherly air. He walked over to Harry, and stood behind him, and
helped him up. He stood there looking at the ground as they walked away.
"That was odd," Ron said back to his normal self.
As they kept walking they saw Professor Zimmer looking more dishevelled
than usual. Her pale skin was so pale it was almost transparent, her shoes were
not on (but that was normal for her) and her robe was ripped. She was also
huddled in a corner, in the shade.
"Please Hermione, can you hand me my wand?"
She pointed to the piece of wood lying outside Dumbledore's office.
Hermione walked over to it and then handed it to her. She pointed it at the shade
and yelled "KNOX!" The shade closed and she got up, and limped over to
Dumbledore's office.
"I wonder what's wrong with her." Harry said watching Professor Zimmer
limp to the gargole.
"Every Flavour Beans" She said and the door opened.
"Weird." Ron said walking into the Gryffindor common room.
"What?" All these randomly odd things happening all today? They usually
spread themselves equally throughout the year."
They all laughed.
***
I was bustling up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room, looking at my
feet and wiping my eyes. I heard voices ahead. But they seemed to be far away.
My ears must have been muffled because before I knew it I ran into someone.
They bowled me over. I looked up and saw Hermione and Ron. I had hit Harry.
Dumbledore was standing there and could see me. His eyes were wide, but he
quickly recovered.
"Hello, Harry how are you doing?" He asked, helping Harry up. I started to
gather up my books and bookbag when Dumbledore helped me up.
"Moona, why do you have your invisibility cloak on?"
I explained what had happened and he told me that I did the right thing. I
began to leave the office when Missy entered. She looked horrible and I watched
her enter Dumbledore's office. As I was walking to the side of Dumbledore's office
hallway, my cloak (which I was carrying) got caught on a splinter of wood. As I
fussed to un-tangle it I heard Dumbledore's and Professor Zimmer's conversation.
"The full moon is drawing nearer, uncle."
"Professor Snape will take your classes"
"Remus and I-"
"Oh yes, how is everything going on there?"
"Fine. But Alby, everywhere in the castle is sunlight to much."
"I'm sorry the students like natural light."
"I know that it's unreasonable but-"
I threw the invisibility cloak over myself quickly and crouched sown, still
trying to get it free as another figure came running down to the office.
"Professor Dumbledore... sir," said a terrified voice of a house-elf.
"What is it Dobby?"
"Professor Dumbledore... sir.. sir, Sirius Black is in the kitchens sir!"
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Another Cliffy! Hope you like? Chapter 10 should be up soon I might have to pull another all-nighter but youknow that's the deal I HOPE YOUR HAPPY I'M SLEEP DEPRIVED!
Now theres a little box below me that I would like you to fill out thankies!
AND IT'S NOT LIKE I CAN ASK STARLING WITH HER WONDERFUL DORMINES AND SINISTER PICCYS BECUASE ELFWOOD IS DOWN!!! ARRRRRRRRGH! on to the story...
I LOVE THIS CHAPTER!!!!!!! But the next one will be even better! But You cannot see it untill I GET MORE REVIEWS!!! Ok so that's a lie, I will post it BUT I WANT REVIEWS!!! I crave them!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH No fair! Ah well This is a good chapter so I'm just gonna let you read it! Oh ya thnkies to my Beta-Readers Panda g. Pinke(check out her work) and Helga of Wurm (check hers
out too!)
Disclamer: I own nothing blah blah blaaaaaaaaaah
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 9: Moona's Secret
She kept looking at her hands, and then when she was 20 feet away from the
ground, a blue flash surrounded her, and she drifted down to the ground like she
was floating. She hit the ground with a little thud, lost her balance and fell on her
bottom. She stood up, wiped herself off, and walked over to Madame Hooch. She
said something, Madame Hooch nodded, she collected her wand, and left the
field.
"She didn't have her wand..." Pavati said.
Malfoy's eyes lit up, and he looked like someone just gave him a present.
"Wait until my father hears that one of our teachers is not only a student,
but an enchantress! Rita Skeeter will eat this up!"
Ron turned straight around, and Hermione and Harry were ready to hold
him back.
"Malfoy," Ron said quite calmly, and glaring at Malfoy as if he could see
right through him "You're jealous-" he held up a finger to silence Malfoy, "and if
you're not jealous you're a grade A chicken. Do you wanna know why? I'll tell you
why Malfoy. 'My father this' and 'My father that' do you ever fight your own fights
Malfoy? Or does dear old daddy do everything for you? He buys you a place on
the Quiddich team, and a life?"
"At least my father can afford things, Weasley."
"My father may not be as rich as your father but my father is a bigger man
than you're father will ever be, because without you're father's wand and money,
Malfoy he's as helpless as a muggle, or worse. A Malfoy muggle, he'll be a
disgrace to your whole family huh, Malfoy? Kinda like you are. Get over yourself
Malfoy, go look at your pasty, blonde rat-faced self in the mirror because your the
same as the rest of us, even worse. Because if any of us, even the people you
think are your friends saw you starving on the street, no one would give you food
never mind help you. Your friends will not help you because you are horrible to
them just like everyone else. They're only your friends because of your money
and good looks. They'd be more willing to stab the pope then help you! Take a
look at your reality Malfoy because it sucks."
Everyone was staring open mouthed at Ron, even Malfoy. The bell rang
which was lucky because everyone but Ron looked utterly baffled.
***
Dammit, Dammit, Dammit, Dammit, DAMMIT!!!
"Enchanters are- well does anyone know?"
Damn right I know what enchanters are. My parents were an enchanter
and enchantress. Therefore I am an enchantress. Hermione was right, I did not
have my wand. I did not need my wand. I did not want anyone to know. Since
Voldemort was powerful Enchanters have been given a horrible reputation.
I decided to answer the question, I don't know what made me raise my
hand, but It's to late now, she called on me.
"Enchanters and Enchantresses are Witches and Wizards that don't need
a wand to perform magic. They have to control there emotions, take special
classes in the summer to learn how to use this power for good and not to blow up
anything by mistake. Big spells can drain there energy and they may pass out.
And the only reason people think that they are evil is because Lord Voldemort-"
I paused as the class cringed, I always forget that people don't like to hear
"the name". Harry stared at me. What four eyes? Damn I'm mean sorry, Harry.
"Sorry, He who must not be named was one. He only used his wand
because he knew that it would give him more power. And it did."
"You seem to know a lot about Enchanters." Hermione said quizzically to
Me.
"I did a project on them." I lied.
Toward the end of class we started on their homework: Take notes on
Diviners and Enchanters.
Lunch was next. Ron out of the blue stole my notebook. PRAT! therefore I
had to chase him around the school. Then to put things to a abrupt end, I put a
leg locker curse on him. There.
The next class was Flying Class.
A burly woman with a low voice was telling the students to get on the field.
It hit me right then, that I didn't know how to fly a broomstick.
"I don't fly." I said firmly.
A pale, good looking but sinister like boy had a snide remark to this, that
sounded like, "What kind of teacher does not know how to fly a broomstick?"
"Oh yes you do!" said The flying Professor handing me a broomstick.
"But, but I've never... I can't..."
"You're about to learn love."
"Oh dear." I said terrified.
"Put the broomstick on the ground, and say 'up'. But make sure you say it
firmly and be ready to catch the broom."
"O..........K." Oh Goddess, help me!
The whole class was looking at me, the Slytherins were glaring and
laughing. I was to busy looking down at the ground to care. I'm DOOMED.
"UP!" I shouted, and the broomstick jumped into my hands, and then lifted
me 100 feet in the air.
Screaming I fumbled for my wand, if they see me do magic without my
wand I'm toast. I could not find it.
Once I found It I was going to just wave it, not needing to say any words,
being an Enchantress, and as I was getting my grip, I dropped the crappy piece of
wood, and the lady on the broomstick trying to fly up to me caught it.
Or I thought she did, for it only set her broomstick on fire.
I only had one choice, I couldn't fly down. But as soon as I was going to
magic the broom to do what I wanted it to, it threw me off. I looked at my hands,
it's news articles or death.
"What is she doing?!" someone yelled.
All I could do was look at my hands, and then I pointed a finger to the
ground, and I drifted safely down. I lost my balance and fell on my but, but I was
safe. I got up, went to who I remembered to my schedule was Madame Hooch
and asked her to let me leave.
"Madame Hooch, may I go to the hospital wing?"
She was looking at me frightened.
"Yes, sure, you may."
I didn't go to the hospital wing. I hid behind the stands and sat on the
ground, sobbing. The first day, and my secret was out, I could still hear the
students talking so I took a listen.
"She didn't have her wand..." I heard Pavati say.
"Wait until my father hears that one of our teachers is not only a student,
but an enchantress! Rita Skeeter will eat this up!" The good looking, but horrible
boy said.
I peered over the riser to see what was happening.
Ron turned straight around, and Hermione and Harry were ready to hold
him back.
"Malfoy," Ron said quite calmly, and glaring at Malfoy as if he could see
right through him "You're jealous-" he held up a finger to silence Malfoy, "and if
you're not jealous you're a grade A chicken. Do you wanna know why? I'll tell you
why Malfoy. 'My father this' and 'My father that' do you ever fight your own fights
Malfoy? Or does dear old daddy do everything for you? He buys you a place on
the Quiddich team, and a life?"
Oh my gosh! This doesn't seem normal of Ron, what is he doing?
"At least my father can afford things, Weasley."
"My father may not be as rich as your father but my father is a bigger man
than you're father will ever be, because without you're father's wand and money,
Malfoy he's as helpless as a muggle, or worse. A Malfoy muggle, he'll be a
disgrace to your whole family huh, Malfoy? Kinda like you are. Get over yourself
Malfoy, go look at your pasty, blonde rat-faced self in the mirror because your the
same as the rest of us, even worse. Because if any of us, even the people you
think are your friends saw you starving on the street, no one would give you food
never mind help you. Your friends will not help you because you are horrible to
them just like everyone else. They're only your friends because of your money
and good looks. They'd be more willing to stab the pope then help you! Take a
look at your reality Malfoy because it sucks."
Sooo sweet and to the point! Where are your senses Moona McKinnon?!
Ronald Weasley? Noooooooooooooooooo. Better.
The bell rang and I opened my pack and pulled out my invisibility cloak, I
snuck out under that.
***
"Wow, Ron that was... unlike you." Hermione said, Harry agreeing with
her.
Ron was busy grumbling and rubbing his knuckles.
Harry and Hermione just looked at each other and shrugged.
Harry could only make out some of the word Ron was grumbling like:
Professor, Malfoy, can't stand, great, kick his ass.
Harry laughed. Though he would also like to kick Malfoy's ass. As they
were heading back to Gryffindor tower they ran into Dumbledore. And Harry ran
into absolutely nothing.
"Hey Professor Dumb-" He stopped because something hit him in the
shoulder and he fell.
Professor Dumbledore looked over and did a double take. And said briskly.
"Hello, Harry how are you doing?" It may have been in a different tone but
it still had that fatherly air. He walked over to Harry, and stood behind him, and
helped him up. He stood there looking at the ground as they walked away.
"That was odd," Ron said back to his normal self.
As they kept walking they saw Professor Zimmer looking more dishevelled
than usual. Her pale skin was so pale it was almost transparent, her shoes were
not on (but that was normal for her) and her robe was ripped. She was also
huddled in a corner, in the shade.
"Please Hermione, can you hand me my wand?"
She pointed to the piece of wood lying outside Dumbledore's office.
Hermione walked over to it and then handed it to her. She pointed it at the shade
and yelled "KNOX!" The shade closed and she got up, and limped over to
Dumbledore's office.
"I wonder what's wrong with her." Harry said watching Professor Zimmer
limp to the gargole.
"Every Flavour Beans" She said and the door opened.
"Weird." Ron said walking into the Gryffindor common room.
"What?" All these randomly odd things happening all today? They usually
spread themselves equally throughout the year."
They all laughed.
***
I was bustling up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room, looking at my
feet and wiping my eyes. I heard voices ahead. But they seemed to be far away.
My ears must have been muffled because before I knew it I ran into someone.
They bowled me over. I looked up and saw Hermione and Ron. I had hit Harry.
Dumbledore was standing there and could see me. His eyes were wide, but he
quickly recovered.
"Hello, Harry how are you doing?" He asked, helping Harry up. I started to
gather up my books and bookbag when Dumbledore helped me up.
"Moona, why do you have your invisibility cloak on?"
I explained what had happened and he told me that I did the right thing. I
began to leave the office when Missy entered. She looked horrible and I watched
her enter Dumbledore's office. As I was walking to the side of Dumbledore's office
hallway, my cloak (which I was carrying) got caught on a splinter of wood. As I
fussed to un-tangle it I heard Dumbledore's and Professor Zimmer's conversation.
"The full moon is drawing nearer, uncle."
"Professor Snape will take your classes"
"Remus and I-"
"Oh yes, how is everything going on there?"
"Fine. But Alby, everywhere in the castle is sunlight to much."
"I'm sorry the students like natural light."
"I know that it's unreasonable but-"
I threw the invisibility cloak over myself quickly and crouched sown, still
trying to get it free as another figure came running down to the office.
"Professor Dumbledore... sir," said a terrified voice of a house-elf.
"What is it Dobby?"
"Professor Dumbledore... sir.. sir, Sirius Black is in the kitchens sir!"
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Another Cliffy! Hope you like? Chapter 10 should be up soon I might have to pull another all-nighter but youknow that's the deal I HOPE YOUR HAPPY I'M SLEEP DEPRIVED!
Now theres a little box below me that I would like you to fill out thankies!