A/N: Okie, I'm trying this again. Here is the first chapter to "My Harry Potter Story." Please, PLEASE, review! This story will contain: romance, mystery/adventure, and some ((failed)) attempted humor. And I've also added some new chacters to spice things up.
My Harry Potter Story
MHPS Chapter One: Friends, Foes, and Beginnings
"And I would just like to say," Fred Weasley was saying, holding up his glass of butterbeer and pretending to wipe a tear from his eye, "That I'm ultimately proud of our dear, dear team Gryffindor for---"
"---Clobbering those slimy gits of Slytherin today and leading Gryffindor once again on the way to winning the Quidditch Cup!" finished George Weasley, also holding his butterbeer in the air amid the cheering crowd in the Gryffindor common room.
As everyone cheered, the Gryffindor team high-fived each other, grinning from ear to ear.
"No mercy!" Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Katie Bell yelled happily together, then bursting into a fit of giggles.
"And I must add," Fred said to Harry, clasping a hand on his shoulder, "excellent capture of the snitch, Harry! That prat Malfoy nearly fell off his broom when you flew past him!"
Harry grinned.
"Ickle Ronnikins!" George said, putting his arm around Ron's scarlet-robed shoulders. "After today, I think we can drop the 'Ickle' from 'Ronnikins,' what do you say, Fred?"
"Definitely," Fred agreed, nodding.
"And we definitely chose the right keeper for our team," piped up Angelina. "Great job today, Ron! You blocked every single one. Oliver couldn't have done better!"
Everyone laughed as Ron beamed, his ears turning red to match his hair.
Harry's grin widened, making it awfully hard to sip his butterbeer as his eyes wandered around the common room filled with the happy faces of all of the Gryffindors.
They had slaughtered Slytherin earlier that day, partly because all the extraordinarily large teammates graduated, leaving Malfoy alone to captain. Of course Malfoy signed on his thuggish cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, who wandered around on their brooms, looking confused. Harry wasn't even sure they understood how a game of Quidditch was played.
The look of horror on Draco Malfoy's pale, rat face when Harry pulled out of his dive for the snitch was enough to make Harry sleep like a baby at night for several weeks.
"No nightmares tonight," Harry muttered as Fred and George began setting off Filibuster Fireworks. His mind soared back to the present and he cheered along with everyone else as the brilliant blue and red stars shot around the room.
The next morning in the Great Hall, Hermione eyed Harry in surprise as he tipped five sausages onto his plate, which was already piled high with eggs and toast.
"What?" Harry asked cheerfully, spreading jam onto a biscuit.
"I'm glad to see you so happy, Harry," Hermione replied, glancing toward the mountain of food in front of him. "These past few weeks, well, honestly, you haven't been yourself since school started, which of course isn't surprising after last year...."
"Way to go, Hermione," Ron said, annoyed, "nice of you to go and remind him."
"I'm just saying that I'm glad he's becoming more like himself again, that's all."
"I slept well," Harry said, shrugging his shoulders as he took a juicy bite of sausage.
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "You haven't been sleeping well?"
"No!" Ron said suddenly, getting a kick from Harry under the table. "He just slept extra well, since, you know, the Quidditch match and all...."
Hermione, still looking perplexed, blinked, and returned to reading over Neville's Potions homework.
"Neville, I think you need to double check number four, I don't think you need three-hundred pints of pepperwood...."
Harry had decided on not telling Hermione about his nightmares. All summer, she kept in touch with him constantly, as thought she feared he would collapse on his own. Even though her attitude toward him was rather motherly, Harry still appreciated the long, friendly letters Gabriel (Hermione's new, handsome, tawny owl) brought him on those lonely nights at the Dursleys.
Ron had written also, of course, but neither of Harry's two best friends had known about his nightly journeys back to the night of Voldemort's resurrection until the end of the summer when Harry had visited with the Weasleys.
When Ron had woken up to one of Harry's strangled cries in the dark of night, he demanded to know what was going on. Harry finally admitted to the nightmares, but assured Ron that Dumbledore already knew. Harry and Ron both agreed not to tell Hermione, seeing that it would do no good for her to know; all she would do was worry.
After Harry began staying with the Weasleys, the summer instantly became more enjoyable. Mr. Weasley would come home from work late in the evening with no news to report, and Sirius' letters to Harry told him that there hadn't been any encounters with Voldemort or his gang of Death Eaters. All of this was almost enough for Harry to think maybe, just maybe, it had all been a bad dream. Almost.
To downplay his worries, Harry kept himself busy tackling many Quidditch matches in the back meadow. While Charlie was showing Harry new moves on his Firebolt, Ron was showing his prospering abilities as a keeper. The teams (George, Bill, and Harry against Fred, Ron, and Charlie) pulled out all of the stops at the Potter/Weasley World Cup, a spectacular game that ended in---a tie. Since they couldn't set loose the actual playing balls (including the snitch), the game just consisted of scoring goals and good blocking techniques (the twins, living up to their "human bludger" name, took to jetting around the pitch, trying to knock off the other teams' players). Both teams agreed on ending in a tie after a suspenseful eleven hours with the score halting at thirty to thirty.
Mrs. Weasley had concocted a mighty late-supper for them in celebration with Hermione arriving in the middle of the late-night party in the Weasley kitchen to begin her stay at the Burrow for the last week and a half of the summer holidays. She listened through good-natured teasing of who would have won if the teams kept playing for another five minutes.
"Can you pass the marmalade, Harry?" Ginny asked, showing her arm would need to double in length for her to be able to reach.
"I thought you didn't like marmalade?" Harry asked slowly, passing her the dish.
Ginny stared at him for a moment.
"I don't," she smiled, "it's for Juliet."
Staying with the Weasleys of course meant also sharing the house with Ron's younger sister, Ginny. She and Hermione had definitely become closer, so Ginny ended up spending quite a lot of time around Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Ron objected at first, but his griping soon stopped after realizing that Ginny had changed a lot over the years. Harry had noticed to, realizing he hadn't seen Ginny blushing at him frequently or land her elbow in the butter dish when talking to him in the morning at breakfast.
Harry watched Ginny as she handed her friend, Juliet, the marmalade, and the way her brown eyes sparkled as she laughed when the dish almost tipped upside down.
"Thanks, Harry!" Juliet called, waving at him. But her fork went flying and landed in front of her fellow fourth year, Ben Cratchet.
"Thanks," Ben said, picking up her fork. "I was wondering where mine went. Nice of you to let me use yours."
Being friends with Ginny, Harry got to know some of her fourth year friends. Juliet Lanson and Ben Cratchet were sort of the double-comedy act, who could give the Weasley twins a run for their money. Juliet, with her long, wavy blonde hair and happy blue eyes, always spoke her mind and could make Ron a little nervous, using her clever mind while playing him in a game of chess. Ben, also blonde, with dark eyes, was good-natured and easy-going; adding his mellowness to Juliet's outrageousness settled their act perfectly in the middle.
After finishing breakfast, everyone decided they better be off to their first lesson. As Harry walked toward the doors that entered into the Entrance Hall, he nodded politely at Professor Moody, who was watching the Gryffindors pass with both his normal and magical eyes.
"Mad-Eye" Moody, after a very grim year indeed, had decided to stay at Hogwarts to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. People couldn't decide whether this ended the streak of the "jinxed" Dark-Arts job position, because technically, it wasn't really Moody who taught the class last year, but an imposter. So it continues to be a position in which the individual only lasts up to a one-year period. Harry also had the feeling that in this time after the re-birth of Lord Voldemort, Professor Dumbledore wanted someone like Alastor Moody (the real one), a well experienced ex-Auror around in case of a mishap.
"Hey, Ginny," a handsome, light brown haired, ocean-blue eyed boy said, stepping next to her. He was built rather well, tall and muscular. "...Hey, Jonathan." Jonathan Taylor was a lanky boy, with brown hair that fell over his glasses. Harry didn't know much about him, because, well, he never talked. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all agreed that they had never heard a single noise from Jonathan; he even walked silently. He was a little spooky, the way he just stood there soundlessly, like a ghost. But Ginny, Ben, and Juliet were quite fond of him, and Ron always marveled why.
"I heard Ben having a conversation with him the other day," Harry remembered Ron saying once. "Jonathan never answered but Ben kept talking like it was a normal conversation! You think they're both mad?"
"Hello, Will," answered Ginny kindly. Jonathan nodded but kept his eyes on the floor. "Why weren't you at breakfast?"
"I was talking to Professor Vector in his office about my homework. I have to keep my grades up or dad won't hear a word about vacationing in Arabia this summer...."
Harry had trouble holding down his sausages after hearing this; Will Morris was another one of Ginny's fourth year friends, and all too cocky and perfect for Harry's liking. And Will always had the tendency to hang around Ginny constantly, making her smile and laugh...the creep.
Ben caught Harry watching Will with a non-pleased look on his face while walking up the marble staircase. "Something wrong?" he asked, with his accent that sounded slightly like the cowboys off of one of Dudley's television shows. "Listen, Will's really not that bad once you get to know him."
Harry nodded, but he felt that no one could be an all right person if they kept putting their arm around Ginny the way Will was.
A/N: so here it is. I have the second and third chapter written already, so as soon as I get enough feedback, I can post those. This is just the beginning, I was trying to give you guys a feel for the new characters and all, but expect major excitement and splendid thrills ((am I going a bit overboard? LoL)) coming up! And I guess you're thinking it's going to be a H/G romance, but hey, you never *ever* know what I have up my sleeve. After all, I *do* solemnly swear that I am up to no good...::grins evily:: Please review! Thankies :)
My Harry Potter Story
MHPS Chapter One: Friends, Foes, and Beginnings
"And I would just like to say," Fred Weasley was saying, holding up his glass of butterbeer and pretending to wipe a tear from his eye, "That I'm ultimately proud of our dear, dear team Gryffindor for---"
"---Clobbering those slimy gits of Slytherin today and leading Gryffindor once again on the way to winning the Quidditch Cup!" finished George Weasley, also holding his butterbeer in the air amid the cheering crowd in the Gryffindor common room.
As everyone cheered, the Gryffindor team high-fived each other, grinning from ear to ear.
"No mercy!" Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Katie Bell yelled happily together, then bursting into a fit of giggles.
"And I must add," Fred said to Harry, clasping a hand on his shoulder, "excellent capture of the snitch, Harry! That prat Malfoy nearly fell off his broom when you flew past him!"
Harry grinned.
"Ickle Ronnikins!" George said, putting his arm around Ron's scarlet-robed shoulders. "After today, I think we can drop the 'Ickle' from 'Ronnikins,' what do you say, Fred?"
"Definitely," Fred agreed, nodding.
"And we definitely chose the right keeper for our team," piped up Angelina. "Great job today, Ron! You blocked every single one. Oliver couldn't have done better!"
Everyone laughed as Ron beamed, his ears turning red to match his hair.
Harry's grin widened, making it awfully hard to sip his butterbeer as his eyes wandered around the common room filled with the happy faces of all of the Gryffindors.
They had slaughtered Slytherin earlier that day, partly because all the extraordinarily large teammates graduated, leaving Malfoy alone to captain. Of course Malfoy signed on his thuggish cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, who wandered around on their brooms, looking confused. Harry wasn't even sure they understood how a game of Quidditch was played.
The look of horror on Draco Malfoy's pale, rat face when Harry pulled out of his dive for the snitch was enough to make Harry sleep like a baby at night for several weeks.
"No nightmares tonight," Harry muttered as Fred and George began setting off Filibuster Fireworks. His mind soared back to the present and he cheered along with everyone else as the brilliant blue and red stars shot around the room.
The next morning in the Great Hall, Hermione eyed Harry in surprise as he tipped five sausages onto his plate, which was already piled high with eggs and toast.
"What?" Harry asked cheerfully, spreading jam onto a biscuit.
"I'm glad to see you so happy, Harry," Hermione replied, glancing toward the mountain of food in front of him. "These past few weeks, well, honestly, you haven't been yourself since school started, which of course isn't surprising after last year...."
"Way to go, Hermione," Ron said, annoyed, "nice of you to go and remind him."
"I'm just saying that I'm glad he's becoming more like himself again, that's all."
"I slept well," Harry said, shrugging his shoulders as he took a juicy bite of sausage.
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "You haven't been sleeping well?"
"No!" Ron said suddenly, getting a kick from Harry under the table. "He just slept extra well, since, you know, the Quidditch match and all...."
Hermione, still looking perplexed, blinked, and returned to reading over Neville's Potions homework.
"Neville, I think you need to double check number four, I don't think you need three-hundred pints of pepperwood...."
Harry had decided on not telling Hermione about his nightmares. All summer, she kept in touch with him constantly, as thought she feared he would collapse on his own. Even though her attitude toward him was rather motherly, Harry still appreciated the long, friendly letters Gabriel (Hermione's new, handsome, tawny owl) brought him on those lonely nights at the Dursleys.
Ron had written also, of course, but neither of Harry's two best friends had known about his nightly journeys back to the night of Voldemort's resurrection until the end of the summer when Harry had visited with the Weasleys.
When Ron had woken up to one of Harry's strangled cries in the dark of night, he demanded to know what was going on. Harry finally admitted to the nightmares, but assured Ron that Dumbledore already knew. Harry and Ron both agreed not to tell Hermione, seeing that it would do no good for her to know; all she would do was worry.
After Harry began staying with the Weasleys, the summer instantly became more enjoyable. Mr. Weasley would come home from work late in the evening with no news to report, and Sirius' letters to Harry told him that there hadn't been any encounters with Voldemort or his gang of Death Eaters. All of this was almost enough for Harry to think maybe, just maybe, it had all been a bad dream. Almost.
To downplay his worries, Harry kept himself busy tackling many Quidditch matches in the back meadow. While Charlie was showing Harry new moves on his Firebolt, Ron was showing his prospering abilities as a keeper. The teams (George, Bill, and Harry against Fred, Ron, and Charlie) pulled out all of the stops at the Potter/Weasley World Cup, a spectacular game that ended in---a tie. Since they couldn't set loose the actual playing balls (including the snitch), the game just consisted of scoring goals and good blocking techniques (the twins, living up to their "human bludger" name, took to jetting around the pitch, trying to knock off the other teams' players). Both teams agreed on ending in a tie after a suspenseful eleven hours with the score halting at thirty to thirty.
Mrs. Weasley had concocted a mighty late-supper for them in celebration with Hermione arriving in the middle of the late-night party in the Weasley kitchen to begin her stay at the Burrow for the last week and a half of the summer holidays. She listened through good-natured teasing of who would have won if the teams kept playing for another five minutes.
"Can you pass the marmalade, Harry?" Ginny asked, showing her arm would need to double in length for her to be able to reach.
"I thought you didn't like marmalade?" Harry asked slowly, passing her the dish.
Ginny stared at him for a moment.
"I don't," she smiled, "it's for Juliet."
Staying with the Weasleys of course meant also sharing the house with Ron's younger sister, Ginny. She and Hermione had definitely become closer, so Ginny ended up spending quite a lot of time around Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Ron objected at first, but his griping soon stopped after realizing that Ginny had changed a lot over the years. Harry had noticed to, realizing he hadn't seen Ginny blushing at him frequently or land her elbow in the butter dish when talking to him in the morning at breakfast.
Harry watched Ginny as she handed her friend, Juliet, the marmalade, and the way her brown eyes sparkled as she laughed when the dish almost tipped upside down.
"Thanks, Harry!" Juliet called, waving at him. But her fork went flying and landed in front of her fellow fourth year, Ben Cratchet.
"Thanks," Ben said, picking up her fork. "I was wondering where mine went. Nice of you to let me use yours."
Being friends with Ginny, Harry got to know some of her fourth year friends. Juliet Lanson and Ben Cratchet were sort of the double-comedy act, who could give the Weasley twins a run for their money. Juliet, with her long, wavy blonde hair and happy blue eyes, always spoke her mind and could make Ron a little nervous, using her clever mind while playing him in a game of chess. Ben, also blonde, with dark eyes, was good-natured and easy-going; adding his mellowness to Juliet's outrageousness settled their act perfectly in the middle.
After finishing breakfast, everyone decided they better be off to their first lesson. As Harry walked toward the doors that entered into the Entrance Hall, he nodded politely at Professor Moody, who was watching the Gryffindors pass with both his normal and magical eyes.
"Mad-Eye" Moody, after a very grim year indeed, had decided to stay at Hogwarts to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. People couldn't decide whether this ended the streak of the "jinxed" Dark-Arts job position, because technically, it wasn't really Moody who taught the class last year, but an imposter. So it continues to be a position in which the individual only lasts up to a one-year period. Harry also had the feeling that in this time after the re-birth of Lord Voldemort, Professor Dumbledore wanted someone like Alastor Moody (the real one), a well experienced ex-Auror around in case of a mishap.
"Hey, Ginny," a handsome, light brown haired, ocean-blue eyed boy said, stepping next to her. He was built rather well, tall and muscular. "...Hey, Jonathan." Jonathan Taylor was a lanky boy, with brown hair that fell over his glasses. Harry didn't know much about him, because, well, he never talked. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all agreed that they had never heard a single noise from Jonathan; he even walked silently. He was a little spooky, the way he just stood there soundlessly, like a ghost. But Ginny, Ben, and Juliet were quite fond of him, and Ron always marveled why.
"I heard Ben having a conversation with him the other day," Harry remembered Ron saying once. "Jonathan never answered but Ben kept talking like it was a normal conversation! You think they're both mad?"
"Hello, Will," answered Ginny kindly. Jonathan nodded but kept his eyes on the floor. "Why weren't you at breakfast?"
"I was talking to Professor Vector in his office about my homework. I have to keep my grades up or dad won't hear a word about vacationing in Arabia this summer...."
Harry had trouble holding down his sausages after hearing this; Will Morris was another one of Ginny's fourth year friends, and all too cocky and perfect for Harry's liking. And Will always had the tendency to hang around Ginny constantly, making her smile and laugh...the creep.
Ben caught Harry watching Will with a non-pleased look on his face while walking up the marble staircase. "Something wrong?" he asked, with his accent that sounded slightly like the cowboys off of one of Dudley's television shows. "Listen, Will's really not that bad once you get to know him."
Harry nodded, but he felt that no one could be an all right person if they kept putting their arm around Ginny the way Will was.
A/N: so here it is. I have the second and third chapter written already, so as soon as I get enough feedback, I can post those. This is just the beginning, I was trying to give you guys a feel for the new characters and all, but expect major excitement and splendid thrills ((am I going a bit overboard? LoL)) coming up! And I guess you're thinking it's going to be a H/G romance, but hey, you never *ever* know what I have up my sleeve. After all, I *do* solemnly swear that I am up to no good...::grins evily:: Please review! Thankies :)
