A/N-hey everyone, 13 reviews, hell yeah! Here is the promised chapter (that should have been up a few weeks ago!) Anyways, this is a possibly long chapter. I'm so sorry! ;_;.
Here's chapter 12, Christmas (even though it's a little late)
Ch.12-Christmas...
The day seemed to have gone on forever; just two more days until Christmas. Malfoy was hitting on Lene like mad. "So, what are you holiday plans?" he said leaning over to her. "Why does it matter to you?" she asked moving her black bangs away from her face. "You could come to my place, we could have dinner, and a little something after that..." he said. "For your information, I'm staying here for the break!" she snapped at him, "And you should know, I have a boyfriend!" Malfoy looked at her, "I know, it's me!" he said scooting closer to her. "Leave her alone, Malfoy," Harry said walking up to him. "You gonna make me, Potter?" he asked. "No, but I will!" Ron yelled in his face. Malfoy glared at them, "I don't need to waist my time with you losers!" he said and stormed off. "I can't stand him!" Relina said. "I can't wait until he leaves!" Lene said standing up and walking over to Ron. "Hey, Lene why are you staying?" Ron asked. "Daddy has important business with the ministry, mummy's going with him," Lene said. Lene's father would have meetings with the ministry; he's the Minister of Magic. The little clan walked down the hall lined with Christmas decorations. "Oh, this looks so pretty, does anyone have the time?" Relina asked. "Um...3:15," Harry said. "WHAT?" Relina asked. "Yeah," Lene said checking her watch. "I'll have to meet up with you guys soon," Relina said and took off. "I should be packing, Ron are you coming?" Hermonie asked. "No, I'm staying here," Ron said. "You never told me," Lene said. "Oh, whoops," he said.
Relina ran into her grandfather's office, "Grandpa, are you in here?" she called. "Yes, sit down," Dumbledore said moving his swiveling chair. She took a seat in front of his desk. "What is it?" she asked. "I fear something bad is going to happen to Lene, I want you to keep a close eye on her," Dumbledore said. "Why, what might happen?" she asked. "Don't tell Lene, about anything," he said. "Okay, Grandpa," Relina said. "Oh, and your mother sent you this, she couldn't wait to give it to you," he said turning around. She peeked over his shoulder but couldn't see anything. He went rummaging through things until he came to a parcel with bright wrapping paper, "Don't open this until you get to your common room," he instructed. "Okay, Grandpa, love you," she said and hugged him. He watched her leave, please; don't let anything happen, they're so innocent.
Hermonie left soon and Relina had opened her package. It was a broom care kit. She began to polish the mahogany wood so it shown brightly. Lene and Ron took a walk. She hung onto his arm as they walked outside in the snow. "Have you ever thought of what the feature may hold?" Ron asked Lene as she leaned on him. "No, I'm to scared to think of it," Lene said. "Why?" Ron asked. "It's foolish," Lene said looking away. He looked at her, "If you don't want to talk about it then don't, I'm not forcing you," Ron said. "I know," Lene said as the snow slowly drifted down. Lene bent down and picked up a handful of snow. "What are you going to do with that?" Ron asked turning around. Lene chucked the snowball at him. He blocked his face with his arm as the snowball broke into a million smaller chunks. He looked at her, oh you're going to get it now," he said and picked up a hand full of snow, he threw it at her. She got out of its way and threw another at him. They got too tired to through anything more. They both fell onto the fountain, laughing. They looked at each other, both blushing brightly. Ron looked away, smiling. He wrapped his arms around Lene and kissed her. They let up and looked at each other again, the snow made it so beautiful out here. Lene rested her head on Ron's shoulder as the snow slowly drifted down. Nothing could spoil the mood, nothing.
Two days had came and left; Christmas was today. "Common you two! Get up!" Ron called excitedly from the common room. Lene woke up and stumbled over to the balcony, there were millions upon millions of presents. Relina slowly walked down the steps. "Damn," she said looking at all the presents. ", Someone really loves us!" Lene slowly stumbled down the steps, half asleep. "Hey, what are you warring?" she asked Ron looking at his sweater. "Oh, my mom made me it," he said. Lene walked over to a pile of presents with her name all over them. There was a squarish type package; she decided to open it first. It was a book called, "Dark Arts and Evil Wizards With A Punch," The tile was very hilarious. She opened up another package; it was a tall, slender box. She opened the box, inside was a golden orb, and a note. It read:
I know this may not seem like a present, this is a precaution, keep this with you at all times. Never leave it behind.
It was from no one. "Strange," she told herself.
Harry opened at lumpy package; it was very light. He unwrapped it as a silver cloak ran out like liquid. Ron gasped, "I know what that is!" he exclaimed. Lene and Relina focused their attention on Harry. "That's an invisibility cloak!" Lene gasped. Harry looked at them, very shocked. "Try it on Harry, you'll see," Relina said. Harry threw the cloak over his shoulders, they all gasped again. "It is! Harry! Look down!" Relina said. Harry looked down at his feet; they were gone. He rushed over to a mirror, there sat his head, the rest of his body, gone. "There's a note," Lene said picking up a piece of parcel off the floor. "What does it say?" he asked.
"Your father left this in my possession before he died, now it is time it was returned to you. Use it well." Lene read.
"Who is it from?" Ron asked. "There is no signature," she replied. Relina looked over at Lene, and then the others met gazes. Lene shoved the golden orb into her pocket and the four went to breakfast.
Breakfast was good; dinner was the best. They all ate and sat by the Great Hall fire. Lene started to read her book that her parents gave her, Ron and Harry were breaking in Harry's new chess set and Relina was trying to help Harry. A figure walked down the hall, the four grew silent was sobs came from it. It was Professor Quirrell. "What's wrong Professor?" Relina asked. "M-Miss Granger, come w-with me, p-please," he said. Lene looked at the others then set her book down to follow the professor.
"What's going on?" she asked. Quirrell would not reply, he was sobbing too much, he lead her into Dumbledore's office. The remaining teachers were crowded around the table. They were all sad and crying. They all looked at Lene as she walked in. "Miss Granger, I'm sorry for your loss," McGonagall said hugging her. "What?" Lene said. Snape looked at Dumbledore who handed him the daily profit. He in turn handed it to McGonagall who handed it to Lene. She looked at the front page. The title caught her eye, MINISTER OF MAGIC ASSASINATED. Lene's heart sank, that was her father. With tears in her eyes she read on,
Today, December 25 was Christmas, but for some,
It will not be the same for years to come. Today
The Ministry was attacked by a dark wizard of some
sort. It took the life of Mr. Lance Granger and of
His wife, Tamara Granger. Special precautions are
being made to ensure Miss Linette Granger her safety.
"We will find who has done this and punish them
severely!" Mr. Jack Dumbledore, Assistant Minister,
Said.
Lene dropped the article; it fell to the ground. She cried long and hard, if she wanted I'm sure she could have cried a river. On Christmas, her parents died, now what will happen to her future? She ran from Dumbledore's office in a fit of sobs. She felt her body go numb and she pressed up agents the wall. She was barely a foot from the great Hall. Soon everyone would know her parents had died, she couldn't let them catch her like this, sobbing like a pre-schooler. So she stood there until her eyes weren't hurting anymore and she walked back into the hall. Everyone looked up at her. Ron stood up and walked over to her, "Lene, you've been crying haven't you?" he asked. Lene buried her head in his chest, Harry and Relina walked over to them. "Lene? What's wrong?" Harry asked. "My...Mom and Dad are..." she started but only cried harder. Relina felt that empty feeling in her stomach; this was what her grandfather was talking about! "Shhhh," Ron soothed. "Now tell me, what happened?" he said. "Their dead!" she cried. The three were silent, dead? Lene just went on crying.
Harry sat alone in the common room; Lene and Ron were in there on the couch, Lene had cried herself to sleep. "I think it's a good idea to look for that Nicolas Flamel guy now," Ron whispered to Harry. "But...Lene-" Harry began. "Don't worry, I'm still here, go, use the cloak your father gave you," Ron said quietly. "Okay," Harry finally agreed.
He opened the restricted area of the library. The invisibility cloak was over top of him. He ran his hang along the side of the books, checking them over. He was looking for something on Flamel but a book for famous wizards would be helpful. Harry took off the cloak because it was getting too hot. "Famous Wizards of the 20th century," That could help. He grabbed the book and opened it; it began to scream loudly. Harry slammed the book shut. A light came from the hall; Mr. Filch was coming. Harry grabbed the invisibility cloak but the lantern fell from the cupboard and smashed on the floor. Mr. Filch walked in, "I know someone's in here," he called. Harry slowly slipped from the restricted section. Mr. Filch was still examining the room. Harry walked from the hall as he heard footsteps running closer. He could see a purple turban and a body of black. Snape was chasing Quirrell down the hall; he finally caught up with him and slammed him into a support beam. Quirrell hissed out air. "I know you're game plan Quirrell," Snape said darkly. Harry's knees were shaking. "No you-" Quirrell began. "Whose side are you on, mine or his?" Snape demanded. "His, had to be Dumbledore!" "I-" Quirrell began. "Damn it man, answer!" Snape cried banging Quirrell into the beam. Mr. Filch approached. "A student is out of bed," he said. "I have an idea who that might be..." Snape said. Mr. Filch took off; Snape brought his attention back to Quirrell. "We will talk again, later," and with that he took off. Quirrell slowly stumbled off.
Harry walked into a room. It was baron and cobwebby. In the center of the room stood a beautiful mirror. It was large and had letters scrawled across the top. Harry took off his invisibility cloak and walked in front of the mirror. Two shadows walked next to him, they looked just like him! A man with messy black hair and glasses, a woman with bright green eyes and red hair, yes, those were his parents! "Mum?" he asked. The Woman nodded. "Dad?" The man nodded also. His father put a hand on his shoulder, he turned around, and he was alone in the room. His gaze went back to the mirror; his parents were still there.
"Ron!" Harry cried running into the common room. But he was not there; Lene was beginning to walk up the stairs. "Harry? Ron went to bed," she said yawning. "You're just as good! Come here I want to show you something!" he said excitedly.
They went back into the room. "Look! Isn't it cool?!" Harry asked. Lene looked over the large mirror in awe. "My parents are in there!" he said. Lene gave him a worried glance, one of those "Are you sure you're alright?" "Look for yourself!" Harry said and pushed her forward. Lene looked at the mirror, the haze upon it lifted. "Arum Framura Tahailen Protecto!" a bright green blast exploded from the mirror. Lene staggered back. "What? Did you see them?" Harry asked walking up toward the mirror. "What's that?" Lene asked as two figures came from the mist. Harry kept quiet as his parents came forth. "Harry?" Lene asked. "I'm going to show Ron in the morning."
E/N-That's it, yeah a record of like a month! Woo hoo! School's a drag! Whaaa, I have no school today, too much snow, I love winter ;P.
*-Dark arts Master-*
Here's chapter 12, Christmas (even though it's a little late)
Ch.12-Christmas...
The day seemed to have gone on forever; just two more days until Christmas. Malfoy was hitting on Lene like mad. "So, what are you holiday plans?" he said leaning over to her. "Why does it matter to you?" she asked moving her black bangs away from her face. "You could come to my place, we could have dinner, and a little something after that..." he said. "For your information, I'm staying here for the break!" she snapped at him, "And you should know, I have a boyfriend!" Malfoy looked at her, "I know, it's me!" he said scooting closer to her. "Leave her alone, Malfoy," Harry said walking up to him. "You gonna make me, Potter?" he asked. "No, but I will!" Ron yelled in his face. Malfoy glared at them, "I don't need to waist my time with you losers!" he said and stormed off. "I can't stand him!" Relina said. "I can't wait until he leaves!" Lene said standing up and walking over to Ron. "Hey, Lene why are you staying?" Ron asked. "Daddy has important business with the ministry, mummy's going with him," Lene said. Lene's father would have meetings with the ministry; he's the Minister of Magic. The little clan walked down the hall lined with Christmas decorations. "Oh, this looks so pretty, does anyone have the time?" Relina asked. "Um...3:15," Harry said. "WHAT?" Relina asked. "Yeah," Lene said checking her watch. "I'll have to meet up with you guys soon," Relina said and took off. "I should be packing, Ron are you coming?" Hermonie asked. "No, I'm staying here," Ron said. "You never told me," Lene said. "Oh, whoops," he said.
Relina ran into her grandfather's office, "Grandpa, are you in here?" she called. "Yes, sit down," Dumbledore said moving his swiveling chair. She took a seat in front of his desk. "What is it?" she asked. "I fear something bad is going to happen to Lene, I want you to keep a close eye on her," Dumbledore said. "Why, what might happen?" she asked. "Don't tell Lene, about anything," he said. "Okay, Grandpa," Relina said. "Oh, and your mother sent you this, she couldn't wait to give it to you," he said turning around. She peeked over his shoulder but couldn't see anything. He went rummaging through things until he came to a parcel with bright wrapping paper, "Don't open this until you get to your common room," he instructed. "Okay, Grandpa, love you," she said and hugged him. He watched her leave, please; don't let anything happen, they're so innocent.
Hermonie left soon and Relina had opened her package. It was a broom care kit. She began to polish the mahogany wood so it shown brightly. Lene and Ron took a walk. She hung onto his arm as they walked outside in the snow. "Have you ever thought of what the feature may hold?" Ron asked Lene as she leaned on him. "No, I'm to scared to think of it," Lene said. "Why?" Ron asked. "It's foolish," Lene said looking away. He looked at her, "If you don't want to talk about it then don't, I'm not forcing you," Ron said. "I know," Lene said as the snow slowly drifted down. Lene bent down and picked up a handful of snow. "What are you going to do with that?" Ron asked turning around. Lene chucked the snowball at him. He blocked his face with his arm as the snowball broke into a million smaller chunks. He looked at her, oh you're going to get it now," he said and picked up a hand full of snow, he threw it at her. She got out of its way and threw another at him. They got too tired to through anything more. They both fell onto the fountain, laughing. They looked at each other, both blushing brightly. Ron looked away, smiling. He wrapped his arms around Lene and kissed her. They let up and looked at each other again, the snow made it so beautiful out here. Lene rested her head on Ron's shoulder as the snow slowly drifted down. Nothing could spoil the mood, nothing.
Two days had came and left; Christmas was today. "Common you two! Get up!" Ron called excitedly from the common room. Lene woke up and stumbled over to the balcony, there were millions upon millions of presents. Relina slowly walked down the steps. "Damn," she said looking at all the presents. ", Someone really loves us!" Lene slowly stumbled down the steps, half asleep. "Hey, what are you warring?" she asked Ron looking at his sweater. "Oh, my mom made me it," he said. Lene walked over to a pile of presents with her name all over them. There was a squarish type package; she decided to open it first. It was a book called, "Dark Arts and Evil Wizards With A Punch," The tile was very hilarious. She opened up another package; it was a tall, slender box. She opened the box, inside was a golden orb, and a note. It read:
I know this may not seem like a present, this is a precaution, keep this with you at all times. Never leave it behind.
It was from no one. "Strange," she told herself.
Harry opened at lumpy package; it was very light. He unwrapped it as a silver cloak ran out like liquid. Ron gasped, "I know what that is!" he exclaimed. Lene and Relina focused their attention on Harry. "That's an invisibility cloak!" Lene gasped. Harry looked at them, very shocked. "Try it on Harry, you'll see," Relina said. Harry threw the cloak over his shoulders, they all gasped again. "It is! Harry! Look down!" Relina said. Harry looked down at his feet; they were gone. He rushed over to a mirror, there sat his head, the rest of his body, gone. "There's a note," Lene said picking up a piece of parcel off the floor. "What does it say?" he asked.
"Your father left this in my possession before he died, now it is time it was returned to you. Use it well." Lene read.
"Who is it from?" Ron asked. "There is no signature," she replied. Relina looked over at Lene, and then the others met gazes. Lene shoved the golden orb into her pocket and the four went to breakfast.
Breakfast was good; dinner was the best. They all ate and sat by the Great Hall fire. Lene started to read her book that her parents gave her, Ron and Harry were breaking in Harry's new chess set and Relina was trying to help Harry. A figure walked down the hall, the four grew silent was sobs came from it. It was Professor Quirrell. "What's wrong Professor?" Relina asked. "M-Miss Granger, come w-with me, p-please," he said. Lene looked at the others then set her book down to follow the professor.
"What's going on?" she asked. Quirrell would not reply, he was sobbing too much, he lead her into Dumbledore's office. The remaining teachers were crowded around the table. They were all sad and crying. They all looked at Lene as she walked in. "Miss Granger, I'm sorry for your loss," McGonagall said hugging her. "What?" Lene said. Snape looked at Dumbledore who handed him the daily profit. He in turn handed it to McGonagall who handed it to Lene. She looked at the front page. The title caught her eye, MINISTER OF MAGIC ASSASINATED. Lene's heart sank, that was her father. With tears in her eyes she read on,
Today, December 25 was Christmas, but for some,
It will not be the same for years to come. Today
The Ministry was attacked by a dark wizard of some
sort. It took the life of Mr. Lance Granger and of
His wife, Tamara Granger. Special precautions are
being made to ensure Miss Linette Granger her safety.
"We will find who has done this and punish them
severely!" Mr. Jack Dumbledore, Assistant Minister,
Said.
Lene dropped the article; it fell to the ground. She cried long and hard, if she wanted I'm sure she could have cried a river. On Christmas, her parents died, now what will happen to her future? She ran from Dumbledore's office in a fit of sobs. She felt her body go numb and she pressed up agents the wall. She was barely a foot from the great Hall. Soon everyone would know her parents had died, she couldn't let them catch her like this, sobbing like a pre-schooler. So she stood there until her eyes weren't hurting anymore and she walked back into the hall. Everyone looked up at her. Ron stood up and walked over to her, "Lene, you've been crying haven't you?" he asked. Lene buried her head in his chest, Harry and Relina walked over to them. "Lene? What's wrong?" Harry asked. "My...Mom and Dad are..." she started but only cried harder. Relina felt that empty feeling in her stomach; this was what her grandfather was talking about! "Shhhh," Ron soothed. "Now tell me, what happened?" he said. "Their dead!" she cried. The three were silent, dead? Lene just went on crying.
Harry sat alone in the common room; Lene and Ron were in there on the couch, Lene had cried herself to sleep. "I think it's a good idea to look for that Nicolas Flamel guy now," Ron whispered to Harry. "But...Lene-" Harry began. "Don't worry, I'm still here, go, use the cloak your father gave you," Ron said quietly. "Okay," Harry finally agreed.
He opened the restricted area of the library. The invisibility cloak was over top of him. He ran his hang along the side of the books, checking them over. He was looking for something on Flamel but a book for famous wizards would be helpful. Harry took off the cloak because it was getting too hot. "Famous Wizards of the 20th century," That could help. He grabbed the book and opened it; it began to scream loudly. Harry slammed the book shut. A light came from the hall; Mr. Filch was coming. Harry grabbed the invisibility cloak but the lantern fell from the cupboard and smashed on the floor. Mr. Filch walked in, "I know someone's in here," he called. Harry slowly slipped from the restricted section. Mr. Filch was still examining the room. Harry walked from the hall as he heard footsteps running closer. He could see a purple turban and a body of black. Snape was chasing Quirrell down the hall; he finally caught up with him and slammed him into a support beam. Quirrell hissed out air. "I know you're game plan Quirrell," Snape said darkly. Harry's knees were shaking. "No you-" Quirrell began. "Whose side are you on, mine or his?" Snape demanded. "His, had to be Dumbledore!" "I-" Quirrell began. "Damn it man, answer!" Snape cried banging Quirrell into the beam. Mr. Filch approached. "A student is out of bed," he said. "I have an idea who that might be..." Snape said. Mr. Filch took off; Snape brought his attention back to Quirrell. "We will talk again, later," and with that he took off. Quirrell slowly stumbled off.
Harry walked into a room. It was baron and cobwebby. In the center of the room stood a beautiful mirror. It was large and had letters scrawled across the top. Harry took off his invisibility cloak and walked in front of the mirror. Two shadows walked next to him, they looked just like him! A man with messy black hair and glasses, a woman with bright green eyes and red hair, yes, those were his parents! "Mum?" he asked. The Woman nodded. "Dad?" The man nodded also. His father put a hand on his shoulder, he turned around, and he was alone in the room. His gaze went back to the mirror; his parents were still there.
"Ron!" Harry cried running into the common room. But he was not there; Lene was beginning to walk up the stairs. "Harry? Ron went to bed," she said yawning. "You're just as good! Come here I want to show you something!" he said excitedly.
They went back into the room. "Look! Isn't it cool?!" Harry asked. Lene looked over the large mirror in awe. "My parents are in there!" he said. Lene gave him a worried glance, one of those "Are you sure you're alright?" "Look for yourself!" Harry said and pushed her forward. Lene looked at the mirror, the haze upon it lifted. "Arum Framura Tahailen Protecto!" a bright green blast exploded from the mirror. Lene staggered back. "What? Did you see them?" Harry asked walking up toward the mirror. "What's that?" Lene asked as two figures came from the mist. Harry kept quiet as his parents came forth. "Harry?" Lene asked. "I'm going to show Ron in the morning."
E/N-That's it, yeah a record of like a month! Woo hoo! School's a drag! Whaaa, I have no school today, too much snow, I love winter ;P.
*-Dark arts Master-*
