He's That Girl No More
chapter 1.
James reached the Professor and Lily in a matter of seconds.
"Professor, I--" he started, but Dumbledore cut him off.
"Not to worry, James. I have it all under control." [classic lines of the old dodger. or is it codger?]
"You--you do?" He did? And how did he know he was speaking to James? James was still in Lily's body. Or was he?
"Yes, indeed, I do. And I was wondering if that Companion in your hand knew which of the other Gelatos that was."
James looked down at the green blob. i'm not sure, sir.
"As I am. Are you sure it is not the green?" James felt left out of the conversation. He had no clue what they were talking about.
i thought it was green, but it could have been red. i couldn't really tell.
"Just what I was thinking. You would wonder why they agreed to let Tom Riddle create a Companion. They should have known it would be heavily into the Dark Arts."
"Tom Riddle made one of these things?" James asked. He had read somewhere that Riddle had been Voldemort's birth name.
"Yes, he did. Quite by accident, in his Charms/Transfiguration final. And since Gelatos, Companions in general, are extremely hard to create, the Ministry of Magic approved its use. I didn't think it was assigned to anybody, though."
he wasn't. he was sitting in the MOM companion office when i left yesterday morning.
"I thought the same. I wonder how he got out. And where is he now?"
James whirled around and sure enough, transformed into a red ear was the missing Gelato. He whisked it up and handed it to Dumbledore, who palmed it and placed a freezing charm on it.
"It was listening in on the conversation!" James exclaimed.
"It was." Dumbledore nodded.
but how did it get away from the MOM? and where did it get that kind of power?
"Precisely what I was wondering. But first, let us take care of Miss Evans." He handed James the red Gelato, and magicked Lily on to a stretcher and led it out the door. James followed, careful not to drop either of the things in his palms.
* * *
They arrived in the hospital wing a few minutes later. The nurse, Madam Crinchee, fretted about 'Mr. Potter.' She wondered aloud why 'Miss Evans' was so worried about him. James rolled his eyes at her, but in truth was grateful that Dumbledore had not explained the whole predicament to her.
After giving her a few antidotes and performing some small charms, Pomfrey told them that they must leave or the charms will act upon them, and they will then have a condition known to wizards as jelly limbs--having no bones.
Knowing the condition (Lily had so kindly thrown such curses at him earlier), James left in a hurry. He met with the Professor in the hallway outside. Having quite a few questions himself, he succumbed to answering Dumbledore's. [succumbed, i like that word. i'm weird, i know. i hope it makes sense where i put it...]
But his head wasn't entirely on Dumbledore. He wondered how Dumbledore had found out about the Twindus Incantatem. How had he known about Oz and the other slimes--what had he called them? Gelatos? What kind of word was that? Sounded Italian to James. Like something he had eaten before... And how had he known where he and Lily had hidden? Was there some secret map that told him where every room and secret passageway and person was? If there wasn't, James thought, maybe I can convince the others to help me make one of those... But what about Lily? Would she be okay? And what the hell was that charm thing supposed to do? He knew that Madam Crinchee was a bit odd, but she wasn't a jackass. And she wouldn't do anything if she didn't know what would happen. Or would she?
"What would she do?" Dumbledore suddenly asked, stopping just before the trick step Peter always forgot to jump on the giant stairway. James, stepped on it, though, and looked back as he wondered what the Professor was asking. As he turned, he felt himself sinking and Dumbledore hoisted him up. Then, James went up to the next step and turned around once more.
He looked past Dumbledore's full-moon spectacles and into the bright green eyes. "Who do what?"
"For the last few minutes you have been elaborating on the fact that Madam Crinchee is odd and wondering if Miss Evans will be alright. And if I were a teacher, I would have stopped you and said, 'Language!' " He stared right back at James.
James blushed so red that he thought his skin would blow off. But he had been thinking these things, not saying them out loud! Oh great, he thought, for all I know I did say that stuff out loud and to Dumbledore. And he had sworn in his thoughts--so it had ended up right to a teacher; no, the headmaster! Shit shit shit, he thought. Then he blanched, hoping he hadn't said that aloud.
"Ahem," Dumbledore said.
"Oh, um, I'm just thinking about a lot of things." The truth. No biggie.
"I can see that. Unfortunately for you, Mr. Potter, the blue Gelato in your hand can read your thoughts (the red one is frozen)." James looked at Oz, horrified. But Dumbledore continued. "But, I assure you that it will not tell a soul what it has heard." James was relieved. "And I believe tonight you will transform once more. I suggest that you go back into the England-room and have some rest--today's events must have left you in some decidedly odd thoughts. Good night." He gave James a short nod and turned to go down the steps to the main level.
But James stopped him. "Thank you, sir. For--for whatever you did."
"You are welcome, James. Have a good night."
James watched him stop at the gargoyle statue, just as he had done countless times when he had caused too much of a ruckus with a practical joke. The stone came to life and jumped aside as Dumbledore walked through the opening. It returned to its previous position.
Only then did James think to go back to the secret room--now not secret, seeing as Dumbledore had called it the England-room.
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A/N and you thought i disappeared. well, here is the much wanted sequel to he's that girl. clever title, dont you think? ok, ok. i'm having sort of a block when it comes time to come up with titles. as you will see when the 2nd chap comes up and u will see what i named these chapters.
i'm going to camp this weekend w/a bunch of buddies. like 20 of us. and me and 2 others r gonna be the p.jokers!!! last year, me and andrea blair witched everyone by making little blair witches on this trail everyone had gone down and one giant blair witch that was like 6ft across. and we wrote notes on paper towels and stuck em on peep's pillows. my friend kaylee still hasnt forgiven us...but this year lauren's helping me&andrea so that's good... :-) r/r!
chapter 1.
James reached the Professor and Lily in a matter of seconds.
"Professor, I--" he started, but Dumbledore cut him off.
"Not to worry, James. I have it all under control." [classic lines of the old dodger. or is it codger?]
"You--you do?" He did? And how did he know he was speaking to James? James was still in Lily's body. Or was he?
"Yes, indeed, I do. And I was wondering if that Companion in your hand knew which of the other Gelatos that was."
James looked down at the green blob. i'm not sure, sir.
"As I am. Are you sure it is not the green?" James felt left out of the conversation. He had no clue what they were talking about.
i thought it was green, but it could have been red. i couldn't really tell.
"Just what I was thinking. You would wonder why they agreed to let Tom Riddle create a Companion. They should have known it would be heavily into the Dark Arts."
"Tom Riddle made one of these things?" James asked. He had read somewhere that Riddle had been Voldemort's birth name.
"Yes, he did. Quite by accident, in his Charms/Transfiguration final. And since Gelatos, Companions in general, are extremely hard to create, the Ministry of Magic approved its use. I didn't think it was assigned to anybody, though."
he wasn't. he was sitting in the MOM companion office when i left yesterday morning.
"I thought the same. I wonder how he got out. And where is he now?"
James whirled around and sure enough, transformed into a red ear was the missing Gelato. He whisked it up and handed it to Dumbledore, who palmed it and placed a freezing charm on it.
"It was listening in on the conversation!" James exclaimed.
"It was." Dumbledore nodded.
but how did it get away from the MOM? and where did it get that kind of power?
"Precisely what I was wondering. But first, let us take care of Miss Evans." He handed James the red Gelato, and magicked Lily on to a stretcher and led it out the door. James followed, careful not to drop either of the things in his palms.
* * *
They arrived in the hospital wing a few minutes later. The nurse, Madam Crinchee, fretted about 'Mr. Potter.' She wondered aloud why 'Miss Evans' was so worried about him. James rolled his eyes at her, but in truth was grateful that Dumbledore had not explained the whole predicament to her.
After giving her a few antidotes and performing some small charms, Pomfrey told them that they must leave or the charms will act upon them, and they will then have a condition known to wizards as jelly limbs--having no bones.
Knowing the condition (Lily had so kindly thrown such curses at him earlier), James left in a hurry. He met with the Professor in the hallway outside. Having quite a few questions himself, he succumbed to answering Dumbledore's. [succumbed, i like that word. i'm weird, i know. i hope it makes sense where i put it...]
But his head wasn't entirely on Dumbledore. He wondered how Dumbledore had found out about the Twindus Incantatem. How had he known about Oz and the other slimes--what had he called them? Gelatos? What kind of word was that? Sounded Italian to James. Like something he had eaten before... And how had he known where he and Lily had hidden? Was there some secret map that told him where every room and secret passageway and person was? If there wasn't, James thought, maybe I can convince the others to help me make one of those... But what about Lily? Would she be okay? And what the hell was that charm thing supposed to do? He knew that Madam Crinchee was a bit odd, but she wasn't a jackass. And she wouldn't do anything if she didn't know what would happen. Or would she?
"What would she do?" Dumbledore suddenly asked, stopping just before the trick step Peter always forgot to jump on the giant stairway. James, stepped on it, though, and looked back as he wondered what the Professor was asking. As he turned, he felt himself sinking and Dumbledore hoisted him up. Then, James went up to the next step and turned around once more.
He looked past Dumbledore's full-moon spectacles and into the bright green eyes. "Who do what?"
"For the last few minutes you have been elaborating on the fact that Madam Crinchee is odd and wondering if Miss Evans will be alright. And if I were a teacher, I would have stopped you and said, 'Language!' " He stared right back at James.
James blushed so red that he thought his skin would blow off. But he had been thinking these things, not saying them out loud! Oh great, he thought, for all I know I did say that stuff out loud and to Dumbledore. And he had sworn in his thoughts--so it had ended up right to a teacher; no, the headmaster! Shit shit shit, he thought. Then he blanched, hoping he hadn't said that aloud.
"Ahem," Dumbledore said.
"Oh, um, I'm just thinking about a lot of things." The truth. No biggie.
"I can see that. Unfortunately for you, Mr. Potter, the blue Gelato in your hand can read your thoughts (the red one is frozen)." James looked at Oz, horrified. But Dumbledore continued. "But, I assure you that it will not tell a soul what it has heard." James was relieved. "And I believe tonight you will transform once more. I suggest that you go back into the England-room and have some rest--today's events must have left you in some decidedly odd thoughts. Good night." He gave James a short nod and turned to go down the steps to the main level.
But James stopped him. "Thank you, sir. For--for whatever you did."
"You are welcome, James. Have a good night."
James watched him stop at the gargoyle statue, just as he had done countless times when he had caused too much of a ruckus with a practical joke. The stone came to life and jumped aside as Dumbledore walked through the opening. It returned to its previous position.
Only then did James think to go back to the secret room--now not secret, seeing as Dumbledore had called it the England-room.
* * *
A/N and you thought i disappeared. well, here is the much wanted sequel to he's that girl. clever title, dont you think? ok, ok. i'm having sort of a block when it comes time to come up with titles. as you will see when the 2nd chap comes up and u will see what i named these chapters.
i'm going to camp this weekend w/a bunch of buddies. like 20 of us. and me and 2 others r gonna be the p.jokers!!! last year, me and andrea blair witched everyone by making little blair witches on this trail everyone had gone down and one giant blair witch that was like 6ft across. and we wrote notes on paper towels and stuck em on peep's pillows. my friend kaylee still hasnt forgiven us...but this year lauren's helping me&andrea so that's good... :-) r/r!