Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations
created and owned by J.K. Rowling,
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Books,
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Synopsis:
Action/Romance/Comedy-Everyone from Hogwarts returns to their much
beloved school for
the 10 year reunion. However, evil is
in the air when the alumni
find they are all unable to leave the school, and there is a
mole working in their midst. Love
triangles emerge as
the plot thickens to escape before something goes very, very wrong.
Disclaimer:
CHAPTER ONE: THE
REUNION
Throughout the Great Hall, the voices of hundreds of bodies
echoed back and forth, bouncing of the
magnificent walls and ceiling. Tapestries of the four houses hung on and the wall and hundreds
of
candles were magically suspended in midair; hanging above
the head table was a huge banner that
flashed between the
words, Welcome back Hogwarts Alumni! And Hogwart's Class of 2004 7-year
reunion. Decorated in it's finest, the
Hall was a welcome sight for the masse of students who would be spending the
next few days at their beloved school.
Sitting up at the staff table was the prim person of Professor
McGonagall discussing something with the scowling and slimy Professor
Snape. Hagrid, who was already very
red, was exploding with laughter, and seated beside him was a very stunned
professor Trelawny. And of course right
in the middle, was the great and legendary Albus Dumbledore, looking a bit more
aged and tired than the last time his former students saw him, but as merry as
ever. Below the head table were the
four long house tables packed to capacity with old students laughing and
greeting one another, all profoundly glad to be back at the old school, and
eagerly awaiting the following days' festivities.
Among the crowd, Dr. Hermione Granger, the famous mediwitch
who had discovered the incredible potion
that could save a witch or wizard from the Avada Kedavra
spell, was excitedly gossiping with her best friend Kathleen Casanova a popular
writer of inspirational books for teen witches.
"Yes
that's right, Lauren is Neville's assistant, he brought her along to show her
the green
houses here at
Hogwarts", explained Hermione.
"Wow, I would never let my boyfriend work with a woman
like that!" exclaimed Kathleen.
"Well, honey, that's because you don't have a boyfriend!"
"Oh, you know what I mean! She's not exactly what I
would call unattractive! And by the way, there
is absolutely no need to rub in the fact that I am not the
hearts desire of any one from the opposite sex."
"Well, once you are you will see what I mean; Neville
and I have a very deep understanding and
trust."
"Aww you and
Neville, who would have guessed! It is
hopelessly romantic you know, Doctor
falling
in love with her patient," cooed Kathleen.
"Yes I will admit it was rather sweet," sighed
Hermione.
"You guys are so perfect for each other, and it does
help that he lost those extra pounds, if it
wasn't for you I might be trying to have a go with
him."
"You most certainly would not be!" Hermione cried.
"Yeah, your right, anyways, I can't imagine him being
with anyone but you, Kathleen admitted.
She looked up and a sneer spread over her face as she spoke,
"Well, speaking of perfect couples,
look who it is."
An excited murmur swept around the hall as Draco Malfoy,
whose movie posters flanked many a young
witches wall, arrived arm in arm with his equally impressive
model girlfriend Lavender Brown. They
exchanged a superior glance, then haughtily looked down upon
the crowd, eerily reminding Kathleen
of a king and queen surveying their lowly subjects.
"Kind of makes you sick doesn't it," she whispered
into Hermione's ear.
The two dissolved in to a helpless fit of giggles, with
Hermione recovering only long enough to
smack Neville in the arm after spying him staring longingly
at Lavender.
"Hey!" she exclaimed.
"Oh," Neville stammered, "dear I was just,
umm..."
"Shut it," commanded Hermione. "Here,"
she said firmly, shoving her glass into his hand. "You can
regain my favor by
getting me a drink".
"Of course honey," Neville replied, then he
sullenly forged his way to the refreshment table.
"Well it's obvious to see who wears the pants in your
relationship," sneered Kathleen.
"Oh sod off," retorted Hermione.
* * *
"Well,
would you look at that," murmured Ron Weasley, who was now a law enforcer
for the
ministry of magic,
as Draco and Lavender walk through the great arched doors leading into the
great
hall.
"Yeah
the two snobs are perfect for each other," replied Harry Potter. Harry now assumed
the role of the leading General of M.A.F., the Ministries
Armed Forces.
"Hey what's this about!? Lavender was in Gryffindor with us!" exclaimed a very
surprised Ron.
"Maybe so, but she was always a bitch to
Hermoine."
"That didn't seem to bother you back in 5th year,"
sneered Ron.
"Yeah well things change. Back then I was young, foolish, and fueled by an undying sex
drive. I
didn't realize how
badly she upset Hermione," he answered angrily.
"Well while we are on the topic of Hermione, are you
ever going to tell her how you feel?
She owled
me saying you hardly talk to her anymore." After seeing Harry stiffen at this, he
added, " would
I be safe to assume that it's because of her and
Neville?"
"No you wouldn't.
Actually, it just so happens that protecting the entire wizarding world
from the
wrath of Voldemort
is actually believe it or not very time consuming."
"Yeah sure, whatever you say Harry."
"I am not lying to you!" Harry interjected
sharply, "Why would I lie to my best friend?"
"Oh, come off it Potter, you're not fooling anyone with
that act. I know you kick yourself in
the
ass every single day for letting Hermione Granger slip
through your hands. I know you wonder
ever
minute of every hour
how you could have been so thick, to not notice what you had in front of you
for seven years until the day someone else did, and I know
you use every spare moment of you time
to plan a slow and
excruciating demise for our poor friend Neville Longbottom, one that I am sure
involves, oh, several illegal potions, hot oil, and a
transvestite Snape.
"OK fine, quite frankly you are right, it is making me
sick seeing them together, and every night
I do lie awake plotting ways to convince my army that
Neville Longbottom, the quiet herbologist,
most be exterminated
at once. However, your particular plan
is much better than any of mine so
far. Now what kind
of transvestite are we talking about here, "Britney Spears "Hit Me
Baby One
More Time" school girl", or... Madonna "Like
a Virgin Bride...?" Harry glanced up to see Ron with
an odd amused expression on his face, "What?"
asked Harry.
"You know, if you weren't my best friend, I'd be very
afraid of you right now, and would probably
be contacting
Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies as we speak." And with that the two old
friends began cracking up.
"Seriously though," gasped Ron, trying to regain
composure, "you really should tell her, she
deserves to know why you're being so cold to her."
"I know, but I can't, once I tell her our entire 17
years of friendship will be gone. It
could
never be the same."
* * *
As the last
few guests arrived, the great doors closed.
On cue, Dumbledore stood, cleared
his throat and
address his audience. All voices were
silenced as the great man began his speech.
"Ladies
and Gentleman, it is such a great pleasure to see all your smiling faces again.
For many of you,
this is my first time to see you all again after a long, long time, so this
would
make it my first
opportunity to congratulate you all on your many glorious accomplishments. I must
say that I don't believe Hogwarts has since turned out such
a fine batch of witches and wizards.
As I look down this
list I realize that everyone of you have achieved notable excellence, however
as I know the house
elves would run me out of the school if I let their splendid feast go to waste,
I will only mention a few of the uncountable contributions
you all have made to the wizarding
world. Ladies and
Gentleman, in this room, you are all surrounded by doctors who have made
incredible advances in the magical medical world," all
eyes turned to Hermione. Dumbledore
smiled
and continued, "We have professional quidditch players,
actors and models who devote their lives to
entertaining
us. There are inventors and scientists
who have made many and wizards life easier.
We have known law
enforcers and ministry employees, even the head general of the Ministries Armed
Forces," with
this Harry sank deep into his chair.
"Yes my friends, the list goes on and on. I
speak for all of
your professors when I say that you have all done far better than any of us
could
have ever dreamed.
Be proud of yourselves, you were the class of 2004, and I feel blessed
that I
was able to spend
seven great years with you."
An uproar
of applause swept through the great hall.
Dumbledore bowed and sat down;
instantly, mounds of food covered the golden plates, and
everyone eagerly dived in.
Lavender
Brown turned to Adrianne Mingea, her best friend and confidant, who also
happened
to be a professional
Quidditch player for Wales. "You know, that is almost the exact same
speech
he gave at our commencement ceremony," Lavender
laughed.
"Oh I
can't believe you! Give the old guy a
break, he's what like 200 hundred or something?" cried Adrianne.
"Well
excuse me! It's not like I am making fun of him! I am just saying the least he could
have done is wrote a new speech. I mean not everyone has appeared on the cover of 17 Witch Weekly
issues! And look at
Draco, he's starring in 6 magic movies this summer alone," Lavender
protested,
"Oh don't give
me that face, I haven't forgotten you, I know you're the first female player to
win
two consecutive Quidditch World Cups, I am your best friend,
it's simply my job to remember these
things
dahling."
"True,
and how I managed to find a best friend in a stuck up snob like you I will
never
know," retorted
Adrianne.
"I
will just ignore that last comment, because I know you didn't mean it."
Lavender looked
down at her plate and instantly a look of disgust covered
her usually attractive face, "Ugh!" she
cried! "Look at
this junk! I mean come on are they
trying to fatten us up like filthy little
pigs! Umm hello! Yeah, I think I'll just take a
rain check on the whole Let's All Gain 50 lbs at
One Meal Day, and
grab a salad and Evian, thank you!" and with that she very dramatically
shoved
her plate away, jumped up and stormed out of the Great Hall,
overturning several goblets in the
process.
With a
bemused expression Adrianne looked past the now empty chair and met Draco
Malfoy's
gray eyes, "Any idea where she's going?"
"Nope,
no clue, she's your best friend, your supposed to know these things," he
answered
haughtily.
"Well
seeing as you're her boyfriend, I just figured you might know," she
exclaimed.'
"Well
I don't," he replied coolly, "besides she was blocking my
light."
Groaning,
Adrianne turned back to her plate, "how on earth do I put up with
this?" she
thought. Shrugging
she sighed and began the down the incredible feast that was now growing cold
in front of her.
* * *
As she lay
awake in the huge four-poster bed up in Gryffindor tower, Lauren Liamria
listened
to the even sound of
Dr. Granger's breathing. How she
loathed the woman. Always hanging on
Neville's arm,
always an insufferable know-it-all.
Only she didn't know it all. She
didn't know
any of it. And with
these last thoughts, a smile spread over the quiet assistant's face, and she
slipped of into a
deep dark sleep.
Author's Note: Well
how is it so far? I am just about
finished with the second chapter so if this
gets enough reviews it should be up soon. In the next chapter Draco and Lavender will
have a big
fight and we will
also learn more about the mysterious Lauren Liamria.
