Harry Potter and the Evil Twin
Chapter 10: The New Boy
It was a dark stormy morning as Harry Potter awoke to the sound of his alarm clock. He reached over his nightstand and turned the alarm off. It read 6:30. What, Harry asked himself rubbing his eyes. Why did I set my clock so early? But then he remembered. Today, Madam Pomfry was going to take the cast off his arm.
Harry climbed out of his bed, careful not to wake up everyone else, and got changed into jeans and a T-shirt. He then slipped into his robe and climbed down the spiral staircase into the Gryffindor Common Room. As he crept through the darkness of the room, Harry had a strange feeling that he was not alone.
"Hello?" Harry called out cautiously reaching into his pocket for his wand.
"Harry?" the person answered in a high pitch voice.
"Lumos," Harry whispered and the room lit up with light. "Hermione, what are you doing here? It's like six o'clock in the morning."
"Oh, well I couldn't sleep," Hermione replied yawning and getting up from her position on one of the armchairs.
"Late night?" Harry asked her.
"You can say that again," Hermione replied walking over to one of the candles in the room. "Luminousus," she whispered as a gold flame shot out of her wand and lit the candle.
"Hey that was cool," Harry said walking over to her. "Where'd you learn that?"
"Oh, you know, around," she replied grinning and blowing on the end of her wand like it was a gun.
"Around?" Harry asked curiously.
"Oh honestly, Harry. Why do people take me so seriously? I did some early reading in our new textbooks and found the spell. I was just kidding you," she answered playfully nudging him on the shoulder.
"Oh yeah. The textbooks. I should have known better," Harry said grinning back at her. "Well, if you don't mind, I have to be going. I get this stupid cast off today."
"Oh, right," Hermione replied looking disappointed. "I'll see you at breakfast then." With a wave, Harry slipped through the portrait of the Fat Lady and down the corridor towards the Hospital Wing.
A half an hour later, Madam Pomfry had taken off Harry's cast, only to hear him whining about the burning on his arm.
"It's amazing Mr. Potter," she said pouring some type of potion on his arm. Harry whined with pain. "It's amazing how you can get injured as bad as you do in Quidditch, and not complain at all, but yet when I take off a simple bandage, you whine like a little baby." Harry looked down at his left arm. What a relief, he thought to himself. His arm was in much better shape then it had been the day before.
After thanking Madam Pomfry, Harry made his way to the Great Hall. He slid in between his two friends, Hermione and Ron, and started digging into his food.
"Hey, where were you?" Ron asked Harry taking a spoonful of his cereal. He was obviously very tired, because every time he tried to put the spoonful of cereal in his mouth, he would miss and the cereal would go flying onto the table. Harry looked up at Ron. Although Harry was still a bit mad from last night, he figured Ron had just forgotten the whole thing.
"Madam Pomfry took my cast off," Harry answered between bites of toast. As he finished he looked up at Hermione. She was craning her neck, trying to see something, or someone. As Harry followed her gaze, he realized she was looking at the Slytherin table. "Whatcha looking at?"
"Oh nothing," Hermione replied and looked down at her plate. Girls, Harry thought to himself half-smiling. As he finished his breakfast, there was a loud rustling noise coming from outside. Suddenly, a dozen owls all rushed through the window soaring high above, looking for their owners. Harry spotted Hedwig as she soared closer to him and dropped a letter on Harry's lap. After receiving a treat from Harry, Hedwig was off, flying back to the owlery.
Harry opened the parcel and noticed inside was his class schedule. As he flipped down the list of classes, Harry noticed the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teach, Professor Andrews. He glanced up at the teacher's table and saw a young woman, about the age of twenty-five, sitting between Professor McGongal and Professor Sprout. She was quite thin with short brown hair and bright green eyes… just like Harry's!
Harry looked down at the parcel again. There was also a letter inside. As he opened it, Harry saw it was from Hagrid.
Dear Harry,
How are you doing? I haven't seen you lately. Why don't you come and see me later, after lunch? I have something to show you and I know you'll like it!
Harid
Harry folded up the letter and stuffed it in the pocket of his jeans. After the breakfast was over, Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat.
"Good morning students and may I say what I lovely morning it is. I just have a few announcements before I dismiss you all. First of all I'd like to introduce our new student, Mr. Gabriel Crammer. Gabriel, would you please stand up?" Dumbledore asked.
All of the Great Hall's eyes flashed over to the Sytherin Table as a small boy with slickbrown hair and dark brown eyes stood up. Harry frowned at this, having already had an encounter with Gabriel the other day. Harry's eyes flickered over to Ron as he mouthed the words, 'no way.'
"I know this is a bit unusual for us to take in a new student who is in the fifth year," Dumbledore explained. "But since Gabriel attended a school in Turkey and just moved to England, we reconsidered it. I hope you all treat Mr. Crammer nicely and make him feel welcomed. And now for my second note. In all the magical school's around the world, the Ministry of Magic has decided to do a trial run of new school subjects. The point is to test them out and see if the students enjoy them. Hogwarts is lucky to be able to try the new subject, Physical Activities. For those of you who went to a Muggle School before this, you will already know what this is. I would like to introduce Professor Dunn, who will be teaching this subject."
A tall muscular man sitting at the very end of the table stood up and waved out to the students in the Great Hall. He looked like a very pleasant man with a large smile, red hair and a red beard. His blue eyes sparkled at the students as he waved.
"That is all for today students. You may be excused." Dumbledore finished. Harry looked down at his schedule again. He saw he had Divination next and then Potions with the Slytherins. Oh great, Harry thought sarcastically. I get to hear Professor Trelawney tell me about the ways I'm going to die and then when I go to Potions, Snape can just nag about me and take points form Gryffindor! What luck.
It was a long Divination Class and Harry felt he was going to fall asleep any second.
"Welcome students," Professor Trelawney greeted the class. "Today we're going to start the basics of Palm Reading. Now, Palm Reading goes way back throughout the ages. It was originated in the Medieval Times as a form entertainment to amuse the Muggles. Muggles today use it in places called Fortune Telling Shops. The muggles may use this for entertainment, but we're going to do this the right way so that you can actually make a predictuion about your partner."
Ron groaned. He was a bit loud, and Professor Trelawney sent him a sharp look.
"Now students," Professor Trelawney explained. "You must pick a partner and flip to page 5 in your text books." After every thing was explained, Harry and Ron sat down and started to read each others palm.
"Hmmm, Harry. I see great danger in your future. Yes, great danger in deed. It seems someone will try to kill you 5 times, and you'll be poisoned 10 times," Ron said, mimicking Professor Trelawney. Professor Trelawney, overhearing Ron, swept over to the two boys.
"No, no, no child." Professor Trelawney exclaimed. "You're doing it all wrong. Here let me show you." She pulled up a chair and started to look into Harry's palm. For a moment there was silence. "Hmmm, this is very interesting. You're palm is very hard to see through, Wait… I'm starting to see something, no someone. I can fell someone… not you, but someone just like you rising into power. Yes that person is getting very strong, very strong indeed. That's very interesting."
After Possfesor Trelawney finished, she got up from the table and went over to check on the other students. Harry thought about what she had said. 'someone… not you, but someone just like you rising into power.' Some one like him? Harry asked himself. He didn't quite know what to make of it.
"What a crack-pot!" Ron laughed. "I swear she just gets weirder and weirder every year." Ron looked up and saw Harry's motionless expression. "What, you don't believe her, do you Harry?"
"Oh no, I was just thinking of something," Harry replied coming out of his trance. Divination class finally ended and Harry and the rest of his gang headed off to Potions with Snape.
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Filch angrily walked down the spiral steps leading into the dungeons. That stupid Peeves, he thought angrily. I've had it to here with him. As he kept walking, Filch made a mental note to remind Dumbledore of dealing with Peeves.
How Filch hated the poltergeist. He was always making messes for Filch to clean up. That was the reason Filch was down in the dungeons. Peeves had been mixing potions and caused a huge explosion and, of course, Filch had been sent to clean it up.
It's always me, who Dumbledore send to clean up after Peeves, though Filch. It's always me, like I have nothing better to do then clean up after Peeves. Filch scoffed and continued his way down the stairs. He came to one of the dungeon doors, and fumbled with the keys in his pocket. As he walked inside, Filch saw a figure crouched in the corner. As he walked closer, he saw the figure of a small boy lying on the floor with a puddle of blood underneath him.
"Oh my god!" Filch yelled as he recognized who the boy was and ran to get Dumbledore.
The End (for now)
Well what do you think of this story. I know the first part is boring and I'm sorry for that. Just keep in mind what Professor Trelawney said (very important). Well who do you think the boy is? And is he dead? You gotta read the next story to find out. If you want anything particular to happen, email me. Till the next chapter,
~Cyber Gal~