Authors Note Number 1: About the Tragedies.
On September 11, 2001, a tragedy occurred. I'm sure that you have all heard about it. In New York City, two planes crashed into the World Trade Center, minutes apart. Later, both towers collapsed. A plane crashed into the side of the Pentagon. And another plane crashed in Somerset, Pennsylvania. Perhaps the passengers were trying to overtake the hijackers. I'm not exactly sure, and I have heard many speculations about each crash. I am an American with friends and family living in and near these places. Luckily, no one that I knew was killed. However, I do no some people that have lost loved ones. I am not old enough to donate blood, but I donated my prayers. I hope that all of you will do the same, and pray for the thousands that lost their lives, and the millions that lost loved ones. No matter where you are from, this will affect you. I ask of you to pray for the deceased, and to pray for the loved ones they left behind. And pray for world peace. The following are poems that I found on the Internet:
They say what doesn't kill us,
Only strengthens what remains.
And no one sees a rainbow
Without going through the rain.
And whether that's still true
Time will only tell.
'Cause now we face our darkest time,
The day the towers fell
by: Busta12u
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...Our lives can change in an instant,
as America has seen in a day.
things like this, leave our mouths speechless
without any words to say.
but as we all come together,
built up with our fears,
we can only share our compassion,
because we can't uncry our tears
by: Brittgli
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The people behind this terror
Should hang their heads in shame.
America and Americans
will never be the same.
America is different,
but not the way you planned.
behind the flag and president
together we have banned.
But isn't it ironic,
Something bittersweet.
That America is stronger
Through a so-called defeat.
by: KristyTris
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We pray for the losses
and sing for the found
but our country is strong and we will get around
All the pain this has caused
all the hurt that we see
But forever, the U.S.A. we will be
So hold your banners high
and try once again
to see the beautiful land that we live in
by: CrzyQTPie1
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A/N: Now, we are on to the elusive Chapter 12. Aren't we all excited? So, let's see what I have in mind…
More Jules Potter, by request. And we'll see Godric Gryffindor playing a prank on Minnie! We'll catch up with Voldemort, who will be doing something quite strange. Uh, I think that Lily and Noelle will get into a big fight. Sirius will come up with a plan to help dear ol' Remmie. Oh, Dkembvare and the Death Eaters will arrive! Dear Author here almost forgot that. This will end with a cliffhanger, just to warn you. This chapter preview sounds really stupid, and I assure you that the chapter itself will be much better. After all, it can't get any worse, right… Without further ado, here is Chapter 12.
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Disclaimer: I own only the characters I made up (Noelle, Alexiandra, Dkembvare, Vanter, Michael, Thomas, anyone else that you do not recognize…), the objects (the Book of Gryffindor, the amazing stick…), and the general plot. I am not J.K. Rowling, nor am I claiming to be. I am not lucky enough to have any rights to Harry Potter.
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The Marauders ~ Year One
By: Noelle
Chapter 12: Amis et Combats
(Friends and Fights)
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Dkembvare's POV
Dawn took her rosy throne early on the morning of Tuesday. A soft light lightly enclosed the world in golden hues. The light crept onto the dreary castle.
Even in the light, this castle was gloomy. It was a dull gray stone structure, with its many towers. There was a moat enclosing the castle on a small island. A drawbridge was drawn up at the moment. A Greek king and queen previously owned the castle, and it showed.
If one were to walk through the castle, they would say that it was much better on the inside. There was a rich red carpet, which was soft to touch. Brilliant tapestries hung over the walls, telling stories of knights, and kings. They showed gods and goddesses, and heroes.
However, these paled in comparison to my chamber.
The chamber itself was a work of art. It was enormous to begin with. The room was circular, and it's ceiling seemed to extend to the heavens. Perhaps this is because a mural of the Gods and Goddesses of Olympus was painted on the ceilings. I had never been one for Greek Mythology, but I could recognize Zeus, Hades, and Aphrodite. The room was coloured in earthy tones of gold, brown and red. There were dark oak chests and desks throughout the room. Each was intricately carved and etched into wondrous designs. There were bookshelves near the East Side of the room; thousands of volumes gathering dust on its shelves. The room was magnificent.
But at this moment, I could not take in its magnificent glory. Days later, the prophecy still puzzled me, after I had given it much thought.
She shall be the Opposite
Of what is Thought
~Sybill Trelawney.
Who will be the opposite? And what exactly is thought? Groaning, I buried my head in my hands. I had a very bad feeling that this would be important in the future. Everything that I mess up usually is. And with all my luck, it will refer to Voldie's downfall. And Voldemort would kill me for that… even if he were already dead.
"VANTER!" I barked out, waking up one of my most loyal Death Eaters.
He slowly woke from his chair. He had been pouring over the yellowed parchments, looking for any answers. He was a lousy researcher, although an excellent dueler.
"What, my lord?" Vanter questioned me groggily. He rubbed his eyes, which were bloodshot.
I lit my cigar, and exhaled a large puff of a lightly scented smoke.
"Lord, was there something you wished?" he asked once again.
I gently sucked on the end of the cigar. "Vanter, I am quite tired of waiting. Voldemort isn't going to be here anytime soon. I say, we travel towards Hogwarts again…"
"But Lord Voldemort said -"
"Vanter, whom did he put in charge of operations?" I asked lazily.
"You," he answered slowly, expecting it to be some sort of trick question.
I stood up from my comfortable leather chair, and paced along the wooden floors. Certain floorboards creaked as I passed them. I looked down at the floor, and was able to see my reflection. They were immensely polished.
"Correct, Vanter. Now, as the director of operations, I command that we attack."
Vanter looked questionably at me. "Attack what, my lord?"
I laughed. "Attack the one place that strikes fear into Voldemort. We shall attack Hogwarts…"
"But my lord," Vanter blurted out, clearly unbalanced.
"But nothing, Vanter," I barked, "We shall strike before the end of the month. Go and alert the others."
Vanter turned to leave. "Vanter," I called out. He turned around. "I would like you to find this 'Sybill Trelawney'. Bring her to me. And if you can not bring her to me, find out as much as you can about her, including previous prophecies."
"Yes, my lord," Vanter said bowing, before running out of the chamber.
"Voulez vous cochier avec moi?" a voice called out. I turned to find the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on. She was as stunning as a Veela, though she was not one. She has long golden hair, and honey-tanned skin. Her eyes were a deep sea green, which held a sparkle.
I could become used to being a Dark Lord.
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Sirius Black's POV
I crept through the dormitory quietly, taking care not to wake anyone. It was early. I, however, could not keep this feat up for long. Stubbing my toe on the leg of the bureau, I had to stuff a pair of socks in my mouth to keep from screaming. Remus' excellent hearing picked this up however.
"Sirius?"
"What?" I asked, surrendering.
"What are you doing?" he asked sleepily.
"I am trying not to scream," I answered.
"Oh. G'night Sirius."
"G'night."
And I continued my stealthy journey through the many hazards in our room. Eventually, I managed to reach the door.
I walked down the two flights of stairs, down to the common room.
There had to be someway to help Moony. I plopped down in an armchair near the fire. The embers had all died down by now, but I stared at it, hoping for a stoke of inspiration.
I went to put my feet on a table when I noticed a Transfiguration book lying open. I reached forward, and grabbed the book. Squinting in the darkness, I managed to read the title of the section.
'Animagi'.
It came to me, screaming in my ear. That was our way! That's how we could help Remus! I copied down everything I could read on a piece of parchment lying on the table.
When I left, there was a fire in the grate, burning brightly.
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"We have to talk," I whispered, as the Marauders walked to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"When?" asked Thomas, as he bumped into another suit of armor.
"How about ditching History of Magic today?" Michael suggested, taking the role of the leader. As all of us gave our consent, Lily walked up to James.
"Hullo Potter," she greeted him cordially.
James glared at her in response.
"I was just wondering if you had recently looked at the scores. You know, for head of the class…" Lily said, her voice lilting lightly.
"Evans," he spat, "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, nothing. If you really want to know, ask Minnie later. Well, I must be going. I thought I heard someone singing 'Summer Lovin' over there…"
James growled, "Why you little…"
"Ah, ah James. You should watch your language, you four-eyed toad."
And with that, the red haired girl skipped off, leaving James fuming.
We sat down at the Gryffindor Table, shoving food greedily into our mouths. We soon left the Great Hall, and walked towards Gryffindor Tower.
"Now, where's that room I found?" I mused to myself, as the others searched the walls. Last week, I had found a secret room near the Portrait Hole.
Reaching out and tugging lightly on a torch, a doorway appeared across from the tower entrance. "Here it is," I called out, and the Marauders followed me in.
We walked down a small passageway, before entering the room. It was just a typical room - similar to the dormitory.
"I officially call this meeting to order. Now, I have some important information to discuss with you…"
I abruptly stopped. No one was paying attention to me. Remus and Thomas were snoring in the corner, Michael was looking through his Potions book, and James was doodling on a spare piece of parchment.
"Okay, that's it. James, stop drawing ways to torture Lily, Michael, I'm trying to talk here, not the book…" I walked over to the sleeping Marauders. "WAKE UP!" I screamed, slapping them with a rolled up parchment.
Everyone stared at me. "Good, now that I have your attention, I have to discuss an important matter of Marauding Business."
"You want to dungbomb the Slytherins again?" Michael guessed.
"Up for putting itching powder in Snape's hair?" asked Thomas.
"NO! I AM TRYING TO TELL YOU, BUT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW HOW TO HELP REMUS…"
At once, a silence fell over the occupants of the room. They stared at me in shock. I nervously sat down.
"What?" asked Michael. "What can we do?"
I cleared my throat gently. "I have an idea. We have read in Defense that werewolves are only a danger to people. But they aren't a danger to animals…" my voice trailed off, leading to suggestion.
Everyone looked thoughtful. And then Michael spoke up quietly, uttering the one word that was the answer.
"Animagi".
Realization dawned on the others' faces.
"You can't," whispered Remus, sorrow in his eyes.
"Yes we can. We are the Marauders, and we can do anything!" Thomas said.
"No, it's far too dangerous."
At this, my eyes began to sparkle. Michael chuckled. "Nice going Remmie. You have him hooked now."
"No, you can't!" Remus repeated.
I walked over to Remus and put my arm on his shoulder. "Look Remmie, we are going to do this whether you like it or not. It is dangerous, and it is a way to help you. How can it be any better?" I asked.
James raised his hand slightly. "Actually, we will be breaking around one hundred school rules, not to mention the wizarding law…"
My eyes lit up instantaneously. "Never mind, it just got a million times better."
"Remus, can you say 'No' to that face?" Michael taunted, pointing his head in my direction.
"I guess if you put it that way… Yes."
"But Remus!" I pouted. "We are willing to turn into a half-slug for you!"
"Half slug?" Michael questioned.
Thomas grinned. "A man tried to become an Animagus last week, and he botched up the potion and turned into a half slug."
"Are you willing to do that for me?" Remus asked, his voice overcome with emotion.
"Of course Moony!"
"Then, I guess I can't say no."
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Jules Potter's POV
I laid by the lake, as the sun began to set. It was beautiful, like a painting. It was as if someone had taken all of the pinks, oranges, purples, and golds, and swept them onto a canvas.
I had been coming here a lot, ever since the Death Eaters blew up my house. Long story though, and I don't wish to get into it.
I miss my friends from home. Especially Estella. Estella has been my best friend, ever since well, forever. I have only been able to write letters to her. Gosh, I wish that I could see her in person. Then she could help me pull some pranks on our dumb older brothers. Lily and Bella are great, but they put too much thought into the pranks. It's the simple things that really work…
You may be saying, 'How could a stupid ten year old know anything about pranks?', but I assure you, I am an expert prankster. Sirius has been my mentor. He was a rather good mentor. But not now. Now he's a stuck up jerk. That's another story too.
And right now, I was aiming a firebomb at Snape. A firebomb is a combination of a Filibuster's Firecracker and a dungbomb. It is a work of art. As I pitched it underhanded toward Snape's greasy head. It exploded, showering him in sparks and a brown goo. It also turned his skin red.
"POTTER!" he screamed.
I looked up innocently. "What dear Snape, do you want?"
"I'LL GET YOU! YOU AND YOUR STUPID BROTHER!" Snape shouted, amid the laughter and catcalls.
And with that, he ran out of the crowded Great Hall.
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May seemed to creep on forever. And unfortunately, it was only the first week!
"Lily…" I called out.
"What Jules?" she asked, rolling onto her stomach.
We were in the First Year Girls' Dorm, laying around. No one had said a word yet, for we had one thought on our minds…
"What do you think James is going to do?" I asked.
"I don't know… But I'm not really worried," Lily lied.
"You know, it's going to be really bad Lils," Bella said gently. "He was really upset, and he has been biding his time…"
Lily let out a false laugh. "Do you think that James Potter scares me?"
I didn't answer. I was afraid of James, sort of. I knew the stuff that he could do, and when he was determined to make a fool of someone… well, it wouldn't be pretty.
Lily stood up. "I am not going to live my life in fear. Let's get out of here! I can't stand hiding anymore!"
James had been even more vengeful, ever since he talked with Professor McGonagall. It turns out that Lily managed to get tied with Toria for the title of Valedictorian of First Year. And James didn't like to not be the best… James was determined to make a mockery of Lily. And if she didn't fear for herself, I feared for her.
Bella and I followed Lily to the Great Hall. We sat down, awaiting dinner. Eventually, the food appeared, and we were about to dig in hungrily when -
"Evans… how NOT nice to see you," smirked James.
Lily put down her fork, and turned to face him. Bella and I stood up behind her, crossing her arms.
"What do you want POTTER?" Lily asked, putting as much venom as humanly possible into the last word.
"Oh nothing. Just to see how my dear Evans was doing…"
And he turned around and left, to go talk to Sirius, who had just entered the Great Hall.
"I can't stand him! I mean, I know that he's your brother Jules - "
"Unfortunately," I interrupted.
"Yes, unfortunately," Lily continued, "but that boy must be taught - " Lily paused to take a bite of her potatoes.
And then, she never got to continue with what she was saying. For, Lily had just turned into a giant two headed kangaroo with pink and green spots. And that was not the worst.
Lily the Amazing Pink and Green Spotted Kangaroo with Two Heads began to tap dance on the table to 'New York', from that one Broadway show. The students all began to laugh. Bella and I quickly grabbed Lily, and dragged her out of the room, as she waved her top hat at everyone.
At the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey was most curious to how this happened.
"Er, allergic reaction?" I guessed, as Madame Pomfrey began to turn Lily back. But out of her pouch, a note fell. I picked it up, and read it. It wasn't hard to read, for it was only one word.
'Gotcha'
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Michael Barnette's POV
"Godric," I whispered. There was no reply.
I said a little louder, "Godric," and there was still no answer.
I turned around. "GODRIC," I screamed.
"There's no need to scream, I'm right here," said Godric, tapping my shoulder.
After my heart stopped racing, I stood up.
"How are you Michael?" asked Godric Gryffindor, my ancestor.
"I'm not doing so good. You know Minnie, right?" I asked.
"That awful professor who keeps assigning you detentions?" he questioned.
"Yes, that's the one. Well, she gave me another month of detentions because Lily Evans got turned into a pink and green spotted, two headed, dancing kangaroo. But James is the one who did that."
"I see," said Godric, trying to look strict. But I could see a smile peeking out.
"And I was wondering… do you think that you could help me with a little prank?"
Godric smiled. "If it really is a just action, then I don't see why I shouldn't."
In a hushed voice, I began to explain my brilliant plan to Godric. And he consented to it! Oh, would this be great!
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The next morning, I walked over to Minnie.
"Hello Professor McGonagall," I said sweetly. "How are you on this fine morning?"
"Why, Mr. Barnette, I'm doing fine. And yourself?" she asked politely.
"Just peachy," I said, smiling. I looked around for Godric. Where was he?
"Er, what was the Transfiguration homework?" I asked, beginning to sweat. I tugged at my collar a little. Where could he be?
"Mr. Barnette, you do not have Transfiguration homework. You don't even have Transfiguration today," she said. She then looked at me suspiciously, narrowing her eyes. "What exactly are you up to?"
I tried the wide-eyed innocent look. "Me? I'm not up to nothing!" I cried out.
"Ah ha! Just as I thought!" Minnie said triumphantly.
I looked at her questionably. "What?"
"You said that you are not up to nothing. Therefore, you used double negatives. Therefore, you said that you are up to something!"
"I did not!"
"Yes you did, Barnette!" Minnie screamed.
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
And then Godric struck. He just charmed Minnie's normally peach skin to be a lovely red colour, and her hair to be a sparkly gold. Her bun had disappeared, so that her new hair was more noticable.
At once, the laughter began. After all, everyone had been paying attention to my fight with Minnie. Soon, our conversation was drowned out in the sea of laughter.
Minnie looked at me. "Why is everyone laughing?" she asked. She then narrowed her eyes. "What did you do now?"
I tried to contain my laughter. "I didn't do anything Minnie!" I said, before running out of the Great Hall.
I ran to the Common Room, where Godric was waiting for me.
"Did you see her?" I asked, laughing so hard that tears were welling up in my eyes.
"I didn't know she had so much Gryffindorian spirit," Godric said smartly.
We burst into laughter once again.
"You know Michael," Godric said, "I didn't have that much fun since I turned Salazaar into a snake. He always liked those things. He didn't like being one though!"
Little did I know, I had turned one of the Hogwarts founders into a prankster. And Hogwarts would never forgive me for that. If they knew it was him, that is.
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Lily Evans' POV
"Ladies and Gentleman, and Slytherins, I am proud to introduce to you, the Gryffindor Quidditch Team! Andromada Black, one of the best Hogwarts Beaters ever, and her partner Christopher Elliot! I personally wouldn't want to get on their bad sides! The unstoppable keeper, Alexander Karter! Jennifer Madison, Gwyneth Baker, and the star chaser, Molly Fitzgerald! And lastly, the seeker, Marcus Madison!" I announced to the stadium of fans. The Gryffindor supporters burst into a wild applause."
The Hufflepuff team now walked onto the Pitch. "Now introducing, the Hufflepuff Canaries! Marks, Kurtis, and Hunter, the chasers. Caleb Jonson is the keeper. And of course, the beaters, Brass and Cauldwell," I said monotonously. The Hufflepuff side burst into applause, nevertheless.
"The Captains, Kurtis and Marcus Madison are shaking hands. And they're off! Fitzgerald with the Quaffle, clean pass to Karter, oooooooo… intercepted by Marks. Ouch Marks, that bludger must have hurt. By the way, nice hit Andromada!" I shrunk back at the look Minnie gave me.
"Fitzgerald has the Quaffle. She's streaking toward the goalposts. Can Jonson hold her? NO, HE CAN'T! Fitzgerald scores. 10 - 0 Gryffindor!" I said happily.
The Hufflepuffs called a time-out, so I took a timeout myself, from announcing. It was a rather tiring job.
"And we're back. Hunter of Hufflepuff with the Quaffle. Looks like they are trying to set up some sort of formation - " I tried to recognize the formation, but I couldn't. "Sorry, but I don't know the formation. Don't worry though, Elliot and Black break it up. Baker with the Quaffle. She passes it to Fitzgerald. Fitzgerald passes to Jennifer Madison, Marcus' little sister, she passes it back. Fitzgerald to Baker. And Baker scores! Gryffindor, 20 - 0."
Hufflepuff was not happy. Therefore, under the instruction of their captain, they stooped down to imitating the Slytherins. In other words, they began to play dirty.
But, all things come to an end. And so did this game. "Is that the SNITCH?" I screamed. All talking in the crowd ceased, and an eerie silence overtook the Pitch. It seemed as if the Seekers began to chase the Snitch in slow motion. The reached out. And then the Snitch went into a dive. Madison was quicker, as he flattened himself against his broom. He reached out with his left hand, and -
"Madison caught the Snitch! Gryffindor wins, 170 to 0, in the worst upset Hogwarts has ever seen. Lions for the Cup!" I shouted, before turning off the megaphone.
I turned to leave when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. A flag or banner of some sort was being raised on one of the goal posts. I squinted to see it.
There was a picture of me on the banner. And I slowly turned into a kangaroo. The kangaroo me then morphed another head, and then green and pink spots appeared. It then began to tap dance.
Tears began to sting my eyes, as the words 'Gotcha, Courtesy of the Hogwarts Marauders' appeared beneath the final picture. But I wouldn't cry. I wouldn't let them see what they did to me.
I ran to Gryffindor Tower, and to my bed, where I went to sleep, wishing the taunts would disappear, along with Potter.
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Noelle Charrier's POV
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dream sequence
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"Do they know it's you?" asked a man.
The woman tucked a long strand of brown hair behind her ear. "I think they do."
The man began to pace across the white room. "This is not good. No, not good at all… Destiny, what are we going to do?"
"Hagrid once told me and I quote, 'What is coming will come. And we'll just have to meet it when it does'. And it's true. I think that's what we should do."
A cold voice echoed throughout the room, "And it's here…"
The man and the woman turned to find the most evil man standing before them. So evil, that this man now refers to himself as 'The Dark Lord'.
"Tommy," spat the woman.
'Tommy' drew his wand out. "I do not go by that common name anymore! I go by Voldemort," he said coldly.
The man tried to step in front of the woman, as if to block her, but she wouldn't have it. She strode to a spot right in front of Voldemort.
"Look, Tommy Boy, do you actually think that I'm going to be on your side? Fat chance. I refuse to follow orders by the likes of you!"
"Destiny, your words mean nothing to me," he said.
The woman cocked her eyebrow at Voldemort. "Really Tom?" she asked, taking another step toward the man. And in one fluid motion, she stuck her fist right into his gut. "I guess that actions speak louder than words…"
Gasping for air, Voldemort still managed to smirk at her. "I would return the gesture, but I'm afraid that I would harm your child," he said, before disappearing.
As soon as he was gone, the man and the woman began to panic. "Destiny, how does he know?"
"I'm not sure, but we have to do something. We know what will happen, so we must entrust someone to be her guardian."
"How about Albus?"
"No."
"What about that one woman. Minnie?"
"No."
"What about your relatives in America?" the man once again suggested.
"No," said the woman firmly.
"Then who?" asked the man dejectedly.
"Lucifer Malfoy."
The man was flabbergasted. "You can't be serious…"
The woman did not laugh. "I am serious. If the prophecy is about her…"
"Her?"
"Yes, her. If it is about her, it must be Lucifer Malfoy."
The man looked at his determined wife. "If you're sure…" The woman nodded. The man sighed once again. "Then it shall be done.
The images became blurry, until a flash of green lighted the blackness.
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end of dream sequence
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Large drops of sweat dripped down to my blanket as I bolted up.
And then, I saw a vision. It was in black and white. People were running, screaming. People were crying, as they knelt next to loved ones lying on the ground. Buildings tumbled to the ground. And I heard that same laughter. That evil, sinister laughter echoed in the depths of my mind.
And I screamed.
At once, lights flashed on, and Alexiandra jumped out of her bed, and ran out of the room. I continued screaming. My head was pounding, in rhythm. I heard shouts of 'Shut up, you stupid First Year', and 'People are trying to get their beauty sleep, although we don't really need it!'. But I continued screaming.
I felt two arms wrap around me, and I began to sob onto the person.
Severus.
He carried me down the stairs, and out of the Common Room. Severus took me to some secret room.
I continued to sob, until I could cry no more. And then Severus looked into my eyes.
"Noelle, what's going on?" he asked softly.
I looked into his eyes. They were black, but had a certain warmth about them. "I can't tell you," I said, now looking down.
"But I'm worried about you. For the past several nights, you've been having these terrible nightmares, and you won't even tell me, your best friend, what they are about."
"How do you know you're my best friend?" I challenged Severus.
He laughed. "No one in Slytherin, except for me and Alexiandra, likes you anymore. You have been waking them up in the middle of the night. Professor Hoffman has been having to take points off his own house, because students have been falling asleep in their potions!"
I laughed at this. Luci darling had fallen asleep in his Itching Potion yesterday. It was hilarious.
"So, do you want to tell me yet?" he asked gently, still holding me in his arms.
"Severus, I can't tell you yet. I can't tell anyone. I'm sorry," I said, before beginning to stand up.
"Oh no, you don't. You are not going to be walking in your fragile state." And with those words, Severus Snape picked me up, and carried me back to the dormitory. All the way, I protested, but I couldn't kick my way out of his arms. So, I eventually surrendered.
As Severus bid me goodnight, and shut the door, I whispered 'Lumos', and found a piece of parchment. I dipped my quill in the black ink, and wrote a detailed description of my dream, and of my vision. I then called out to my owl, Hermita, who was already in the dorm. She never did like the Owlery. After tying the letter to Hermita's leg, she flew off to Professor Dumbledore.
I settled into an uneasy, restless sleep, visions of before still haunting me.
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The next morning, I awoke in a not-so-good mood. Perhaps it was lack of sleep. Nevertheless, I was not one to cross.
But someone had to cross me.
I was running to the Great Hall, when I bumped into someone. I saw a mass of red hair, and groaned when I realized who it was.
"If it isn't Charrier, one of the many Slytherin Scums," Evans said, sticking her nose in the air.
"Well, I haven't seen you, the Incredible Two Headed Kangaroo with Pink and Green Spots for ages," I said snidely, my Slytherin side taking over.
A closed look of sadness appeared on her face, but at once, rage replaced it. "Why you little - "
"Temper, Temper," I said to her, tauntingly.
At once, Lily stood up, fire dancing in her eyes. She raised her hand as if to slap me.
And then we were interrupted.
"Girls, what is going on?" asked Minnie McGonagall, looking at us suspiciously. She still looked a little red.
"I was just helping her up," Lily said sweetly, holding out her hand to help me up. I accepted it.
"Very good girls. It's nice to see that houses do not divide us totally," Minnie said, before walking on.
At once, Evans let go of my hand, and I fell back down. I turned to her, ice apparent in my eyes. "That's it Evans. Wizards Duel. Midnight, the corridor in the North Tower."
"Be prepared to lose, Charrier," Lily spat, before running off.
The fight was on.
*******(time change)*******
The day seemed to rush. Soon, I was quietly creeping through the castle, making sure not to make noises. I was not in the mood to be yelled at by the wretched caretaker.
I reached the North Tower at 11:55. Standing in the moon-cast shadows, I awaited my opponent. I looked outside a narrow window. The grounds were draped in the silvery light of the nearly full moon.
"Ahem," I heard someone clearing their throat. I turned to find Lily standing, wand ready.
This girl, Evans, actually thought that she could beat me. Noelle Marie Charrier, who has been dueling since she could hold a wand. Noelle Charrier, who was not in a good mood. Noelle Charrier, who was -
"What do you two think you're doing?" a voice cut out, interrupting my train of thought.
Bella.
She did not look happy at all. Her blonde hair seemed silver in the light. Her blue eyes seemed to be ice cold. And aura of power surrounded her, as she stood between us.
Lily spoke up. "Bella, get out of the way. We have to finish this now."
Bella turned to her, her aura multiplying by ten. "Lily," she said calmly, "There is no chance in (here she inserted the name of a very very HOT place. Still don't know? Not Heaven, but ____) that you two are going to fight. Now, go back to the common room. I'll speak with you later."
Glancing at Bella once more, Lily turned on her heel, and marched off, not before shouting, "We'll must finish this another time!"
Leaving me alone with Scary Bella.
"What do you think you're doing? Noelle, you know that me and Lily are friends! How could you even think of challenging her to a duel?"
"How do you know that I challenged her to a duel?" I asked.
Bella rolled her eyes. "Lily didn't even KNOW what a Wizards Duel was until this afternoon. She had to ask me! Now, look. I am so sick of this Slytherin attitude you have been having. Either you stop, or our friendship will."
I stared at her, open mouthed. "Bella," I said, in a deathly whisper, "You have no idea of what crap I have to put up with everyday. I am a Slytherin for one. Two, I am a Seer. Three, I have to live with the Malfoys, and see Luci every single day. Four, Voldemort either wants me on his side or dead. And Five, I have to put up with Gryffindors like you not even giving me a chance!"
Bella stared at me frostily. "One, Noelle, I did give you a chance. And you threw it right back in my face. And what do you mean? You are a Seer?"
I turned around, and stared out the window again. "Bella, did you know that I have not gotten any sleep in the past week?"
"Why?"
"Because, I am a Seer, and I get these terrible visions, of before, now, and later. Otherwise known as the Past, Present, and Future. This visions are terrible, and involve death. Death of the people that I know, and the people I love. And little Ms. Lily Gryffindor decided to cross me today, and challenge me to a muggle fight."
"Noelle…"
I didn't respond.
"Look, I had no idea of any of this. But still, why would you challenge Lily to a duel? You had no right to do that. It's late, and we're both tired. Let's just talk another time. Okay?"
"Sure," I agreed, somewhat dejectedly.
"Well, I must go and yell at Lily now. G'night Noelle," Bella said, before yawning and walking away.
I stood in the corridor for another minute, staring outside. How could life be so difficult?
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Voldemort's POV
Ever since my encounter with that horrid shark, I had stayed away from the beach. So, instead, I traveled to the happiest place in the world.
Disney World.
Disney World is located in Orlando, Florida. I had to take a bus to get there. People were giving me all sorts of strange looks. I don't know why, either. I was wearing a Hawaiian print shirt, khaki shorts, long white socks, sandals, and a hat. I also had a fanny pack on. In my pocket, my wand was cleverly hidden.
"If you look to your left, you will see the Magic Kingdom. That is where you will all be going today," said the tour guide. I stuck my face up to the glass, and stared at the castle transfixed.
After departing the bus, I walked to the monorail, which I would have to ride.
I once again sat by the window, and stared at the wondrous kingdoms which surrounded me. Eventually, the monorail stopped, and everyone had to get off. I walked to the front gate, amid laughter.
At that moment, I realized people were laughing at me.
It was horrible. There were pointing at me, falling on the ground and rolling over. They called me a 'tacky tourist'.
"What? What are you laughing about?" I screamed.
No one answered, for they were all laughing too hard.
In one fluid motion, I grabbed my wand and began shouting, "Aveda Kedavra".
But no one died.
"Blast - this - damn - thing!" I shouted. "AVEDA KEDAVRA. AVEDA - KEDAVRA! Why - won't - you - die???"
Soon, a dozen men in white jackets rushed towards me, carrying nets. They surrounded me.
One of them had a megaphone. "Take it easy, old man. Drop the stick, and no one will get hurt…"
I looked in my hand and found a stick, instead of my wand. At this moment, the white jackets all rushed towards me, and pulled nets over my head. One came and put a white jacket around me, securing my arms.
They threw me into a white truck, and drove away. I couldn't reach my wand, for my hands were secure in the jacket.
Awhile later, we reached a building. I read the sign. "St. Christopher's Institute for the Mentally Unstable?"
A man smiled at me. "This will be your new home for a long time…"
*******(time change)*******
Several hours later, I talked the nice men in the white coats to let me make a phone call.
BRING, BRING
"Hello?" said a voice with a heavy French accent.
"Dkembvare?" I hissed.
"Who's this?" asked the obviously sleepy voice.
"This is Volde - um, this is Tom," I said, upon the gaze of the white coats.
"Voldemort, is that you?" Dkembvare asked.
"Yes."
"Where are you?" he asked.
"Er, hold on…" I said to him. I turned to the man next to me. "Where are we?" I asked him.
The old man looked at me. "We are in a never-ending hell. Get out while you still can, boy. Save yourself!" he said, before collapsing on the ground and twitching.
"Er, let me ask someone else." I turned to the woman at the desk, and she told me the name. "Dkembvare, I am at St. Christopher's Institute for the Mentally Unstable."
There was silence for a moment. And then came a snort. "Voldemort, what did you do?"
"Well, I went to Disney, and there was a mix up with a you know what and a stick, and well, it's a long story. But they won't let me leave for another month," I said. "You'll just have to find a way to get along without me."
It sounded as if someone else snorted before Dkembvare said, "If we must…"
"Just don't do anything stupid," I warned him.
"Okay, my Lord."
"I must go now. I believe that they are showing Barney in the Blue Room. I can't miss it. Bye! And remember, Voldemort loves you."
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Michael Barnette's POV
May had slowly crept on, but now it has almost ended. It was the 24th of May. The Marauders and myself were eating dinner in the Great Hall when we heard the news. Actually, we more of saw it.
A Sixth Year Ravenclaw ran up to Professor Dumbledore during dinner that evening, and Dumbledore immediately called a conference with the teachers.
"But, you are to stay in here, the Great Hall, and under no circumstances are you to leave," Professor Dumbledore warned us, before running off. The doors magically closed and locked behind them.
Now, there was much speculation as to why we couldn't leave. The Hufflepuffs thought that ferocious monsters were attacking the castle. The Ravenclaws thought that there might be weather problems. The Slytherins don't think. But the Gryffindors thought that it had something to do with Dkembvare.
How right we were…
Around an hour after the teachers left, there was a knock on the door to the Great Hall. And then it became louder.
"Should we open it?" asked a Hufflepuff.
We all agreed on no.
But the pounding didn't stop. It grew louder.
And then, the door began to shake.
Within moments, the enormous doors burst open, revealing to us the most horrific sight that we shall remember.
There were rows upon rows of Death Eaters, standing straight and proud. And in front of them, stood Dkembvare.
I had never seen him until now. He had longish, curly black hair. He stood nonchalant, smoking a cigar. He didn't seem worried in the slightest.
He exhaled a puff of smoke before throwing the cigar on the ground, and grinding it with his Italian leather boots. He then took a step forward. And another. And another.
The Death Eaters followed him, smiling behind their masks.
By now, the students had all fled to the back of the Great Hall. With one flick of his wand, Dkembvare pushed all of the tables to the side.
"Hello students," he said with a smile. "I am sure that many of you have heard of me, although you have probably never seen me. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Lord Dkembvare. I am looking for someone. Perhaps you can help me?"
No one spoke, or even breathed. All held their breath, and took another step back.
"I am looking for a boy by the name of Barnette. Michael Barnette."
At these words, my heart plummeted down to my stomach, as heads swerved to face me.
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A/N: Well, I hope that's up to your standards. It's pretty long, right? Well, in the next chapter, we will see what Dkembvare wants with young Michael. And we'll see what happens. I can't tell you anything else that is going to happen, or I'll give everything away. The next chapter is the last of Year One. So, then, we shall move on to Year Two. I would like a Beta Reader. If anyone is interested, e-mail me at
I decided to do a new feature, where I would plug stories without the author's permission! Yeah! So, this week, if you want to go read a really really good story, I suggest 'written in the stars', by Bella Gemini. It is fantastically written and has one of the best original characters that I have ever read.
I would like to thank ktlm for her fantabulous prank idea, which was used in this chapter. It was great, the Incredible Two Headed, Pink and Green Spotted, Tap Dancing Kangaroo. Thank you so much! If you think of any more great prank ideas, let me know!
I would also like to thank crystal drache, for being the first person to send me prank ideas. They will be used in Year Two! Without crystal drache, there wouldn't be a Year Two. Thanks!
Thanks bunny chan, for FINALLY posting your new chapters! And thanks for the reviews too! I hope you got my new fairly long review for 'The Marauding Five', and my fairly shorter one for 'James and the Unogua (sp?) Board. By the way, go read those stories, because they are really good!
And lastly, I would like to thank anyone else who reviewed. You peoples are the best! You all inspire me to write.
Next post should be up sometime in October. Early October, mind you. I'm thinking, around October 6th or 7th.
That's it for now. Au Revoir mes amis!
~Noelle
