IMPORTANT: This is not slash! And Harry is not going to fall in love with
the girl down there either. So don't say this is a Mary Sue. In fact this
is a slight H/H ship and a D/G ship. Harry/Hermione and Draco/Ginny for
those who don't know. So now that that is said on to the story!
DISCLAIMER: Don't own Harry Potter or anything else I mentioned. No suing.
Harry Potter and the Unexpected Answers
Chapter 2: Lessons, Dumbledore, and the Mysterious "Us"
By Wyltk
"Professor? What are you doing here?" asked Harry, looking at her in a shocked way. McGonagall looked at him curiously and glanced in the hallway mirror to see if anything was a miss. Finding nothing wrong she returned her attention to the gapping boy in front of her. "I came to collect you, Harry. If you'll, please, go get your things." Harry looked at her still shocked nodded numbly and started for the stairs. McGonagall frowned at him as he left. He looked tired and a small cut on the back of his head was bleeding slightly. She turned to Harry's uncle and in a chilling voice asked "What did you do to him."
Harry had by then already gotten up the stairs and gathered his things up. Digging under the floor board to make sure he had gotten everything he started to drag the trunk to the door. Hedwig gave a hoot and he turned and smiled at her. "Sorry Hedwig. I can't forget you now can I?" he picked up her cage and tugged both of them down the stair way.
McGonagall was standing over a cowering Vernon who was stiff with fear. "Ah. There you are Harry. I was just explaining some… things to your uncle." She smiled, shrinking his trunk to the size of a quarter and placing it in her pocket. "Great now all set?" he nodded and she led him towards the door. "Right then lets go." She stepped out and headed towards a car waiting in the Dursley's driveway.
To his surprise McGonagall got in the back seat and he followed her in Hedwig in his lap. That's when he noticed the inside of the car was limo size and had a driver who was smiling at him from the front seat. "So where are we headed?" asked Harry curiously.
"To Hogwarts, of course, but I shall leave the explaining up to Albus. Is your head okay, Harry?" she asked looking over at him worriedly.
"Yes, Professor, My head's fine. I just tripped." Harry smiled slightly and took to looking out the window.
Five minutes later they pulled up to Hogsmead. Harry turned to McGonagall in amazement about to ask how they head arrived so fast but then thought better of it and got out. "That was fast." he murmured, as he climbed into the carriage waiting for them. He watched as the driver jumped into the carriage with them.
The person smiled jovially at him as the carriage started off. She had red hair that was pulled back into a messy bun. A piece of hair on either side of her head hung down to below her shoulders. She had sparkling green eyes and her clothing was that of a muggle not a wizard though he could clearly see the wand sticking out of her back pocket. He heard her say something to McGonagall and realized she was Irish from her accent.
She turned to him smiling brightly. "Ack if you're not Harry Potter. Tis nice to meet you, me boy. Me name is Vanessa Zigger. T'was my honor to escort you both to Dumbledore. You're in for a good summer, wouldn't ye say, Minerva!" she laughed joyfully. Harry joined in the infectious laughter as McGonagall rolled her eyes.
Her accent, now that he had more time to hear her, was thick but the words seemed to slide off her tongue in such an easy manner. McGonagall gave her a stern look as she said the last part but she shrugged it off as easily as could be. Harry found himself liking this lady more and more.
Harry stepped out of the carriage with them and they lead him to the doors. McGonagall laid the trunk in the entryway and enlarged it. Harry sat Hedwig's cage on top of the trunk and opened it for her. She nipped his fingers and flew off towards the owlery.
Vanessa smiled at Harry. "Well see ye later Harry. T'was nice to meet thee." she said. Grinning she walked down the hallway and quickly disappeared behind a tapestry.
McGonagall, her lips in a thin line, lead him straight towards the headmaster's office. She walked to the gargoyle and said impatiently "Bott's beans." Harry looked at her in surprise but shrugged as they stepped on the stairs and were taken up to the top of the tower.
She opened the door nodded at Dumbledore. "Here he is Albus. See you at dinner." she said the last part to both of them. She then turned around and left the room patting Harry's shoulder with a smile as she left.
"Hello Harry." Dumbledore smiled from behind his half moon glasses. "I see you arrived safely. It's nice to see you." Harry smiled at him nodding his head in acknowledgement.
Dumbledore looked like he had just a month before a few more wrinkles but other then that he looked the same. It seemed what ever had happened so far during this summer had helped him look more cheerful. Though Harry couldn't forget the way he looked when… Shaking the thought away roughly he looked back at Dumbledore who seemed to have been studying him just as closely.
"You look tired Harry. Anything you need to speak to me about?" Dumbledore asked kindly. Harry looked at him and shook his head hoping Dumbledore wouldn't press the matter.
"You must be wondering why you were sent up here? The truth of the matter is Harry I would like for you to take lessons in defending yourself. You have quite the knack for finding trouble." Dumbledore chuckled and petted Fawkes who had landed on his knee.
"You would be brought here early on Thursday and leave for your uncles on Saturday evening. Friday and Saturday you would be having lessons. And Thursday you could do anything you like. We would bring you Friday but unfortunately Friday is very busy for us." Dumbledore explained. "What do you say?"
Harry had been on the verge of asking who "us" was but had decided against it and smiled at Dumbledore. "Alright but may I have a potion's lessons on Thursday?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"Potions?" Dumbledore looked at him in surprised. "Why of course. I'm sure if Severus wouldn't agree to teach you extra classes someone else could teach you. But, may I ask, why potions?" Dumbledore asked looking at him curiously.
"Well, sir, I plan on becoming an Auror until Voldemort and his lackeys are gone. But after words I would like to have something to fell back on. I plan on playing Quidditch on a team if I can but I would also like to work on a cure for Werewolfs. I've been thinking about it for awhile." Harry explained.
Dumbledore chuckled. "Thinking about your future already? Good for you Harry. Your certainly seem to have this planned out. But now suppose we go get something to eat? I believe the house elfs have lemon meringue pie for desert tonight. One of my favorites." Dumbledore stood up and motioned for Harry to rise to.
On the way down to lunch Dumbledore kept him in constant chatter about the Quidditch teams and who was likely to win the cup this year. It was almost a surprise to Harry when they got to the Great Hall as he was still curious about the team which Dumbledore had seemed so keen about.
Dumbledore opened the door and Harry was surprised to find two huge tables filled with people. Everyone stood up when they noticed Dumbledore and went deathly silent. "You can sit down." Called Dumbledore chuckling.
They didn't though. They waited until he had walked to an empty place and sat. As soon as he sat everyone else did and they started to pile up their plates with the food that had just appeared in front of them. Harry slid in on the bench next to Dumbledore silently.
Harry looked around the room noticing all his professors were there but almost everyone else he had never seen before. He could hear the different accents in the room though. He could hear the rolling jolly tongue of the Irish, the soft voice of Holland, the occasional sweet lilting of French, the rapid talking of the Spanish, the heavy German, and more he had trouble recognizing.
It seemed as if everyone had a different accent. It was quite fun to listen to them mix and the hearty laughs that every few minutes would brake out. It was as if Voldemort were nothing more then a dream. Harry knew, though, that most of the people were probably fighting against him. In fact he had the distinct expression that these people where the "old crowd" the Dumbledore had sent his godfather after. He wondered idly how many of these people were summoned by his godfather.
Some people looked up at him and started a conversation. Never asking him anything and barely glancing at his scar. It was as if he was a regular at their table and nothing was out of the ordinary. Vanessa Zigger seemed to talk to him more then anyone though. She kept up a constant stream of light hearted chatter throughout the entire meal.
Finally as they were just finishing there deserts Dumbledore stood up. The room went into complete silence as if a silencing charm had been used. He could even hear the small creak of the seats underneath them that was the extent of the sudden silence.
"Vanessa, if you would be so kind as to show young potter to the Gryffindor tower?" Vanessa stood up and nodded going around the table and waiting for Harry to stand up. "I believe you know the password. The rest of you know where you are supposed to go?" murmurs of agreement flew threw the hall.
"Wonderful I wish you good luck and good night. I would also ask if the professors would be kind enough to follow me?" Dumbledore finished and he started for the door clapping Harry on the back as he left. The teachers stood up and followed behind him. Everyone stood up and waited respectfully as they left then half of them left the Great Hall and the rest sat back down trying to finish their deserts quickly.
Ms. Zigger led him out of the hall still chattering about anything and everything. "…She's your age." she said telling him about someone she knew.
"Is she? She sounds nice I will have to look for her this year." Harry said. They rounded the last corner and the fat lady came in few. "Hello! Now let's see. The password is Wizard's toe." Vanessa said with a chuckle.
The fat lady sprung forward and Harry turned and thanked Vanessa politely. "This is where I leave you Harry. It was great getting to know you! I hope to see you again." She ruffled his hair and walked away.
Harry shut the painting and walked into the deserted common room. A cheerful blaze was in the fire place and the common room though empty was strangely comforting.
"Now she was interesting." Harry thought to himself grinning as he got ready for bed and went back down to the common room. He brought out the book he had brought with him. It was actually a book he had gotten at his last Hogsmead trip, in a weird antic shop. It was Hogwarts: a History. The book Hermione had bugged him and Ron about reading for the last four years. He was looking forward to reading it, he was quite curious about a few aspects of Hogwarts itself.
After he had read about two chapters he put the book down and stood up. Grabbing the invisibility cloak he had been sitting on he placed it around himself and started for the portrait. Looks like he would be getting a good nights sleep tonight.
~*~
The next day went by quickly McGonagall was his first teacher. She taught him how to transfigure himself into something small to escape from a Death Eater, it was extremely difficult and Harry remembered with a shudder Krum transfiguring himself into half a shark. The next day was quite the same but at seven he was brought back to the Dursey's. The Dursey's were refusing to acknowledge his presence leaving him to grab a piece of bread smash jam on it and hightail it to his room.
The next week he had Snape as a teacher. The drive was short and uneventful and Snape lead him straight down to the dungeons obviously mad about having to teach him. He purposely gave him the hardest potion he could think of Harry was sure. Snape took a bit of the potion when it was done and tested it on a mouse and when the mouse turned invisible Harry saw Snape scowl. Snape dropped the now visible mouse in its cage and smirked. "Very good Harry."
Again he had set Harry back to work. This time though he was giving rude comments about everything Harry did which, though tweaking his pride, were highly helpful to him. The next day Snape was his teacher again. Snape threw curses at him in a room that seemed like a giant obstacle course. Harry swore Snape was trying to kill him though he had said, quite nastily, he was teaching him how a Death Eater might think. Along with quite a few tricks to keep them off his trail if ever he ran into one.
"Potter, Voldemort isn't going to hand you a bunch of roses after he curses you, straighten up and arm yourself!"
Harry groaned as he remembered Snape saying that right before his last class ended. 'I'd like to see him say that after he cursed me with jelly legs.'
The next week dawned though Snape was not there to teach him instead was someone he had never met taught him potions. 'I learned more from Snape.' Harry thought grumpily. Then the next day the lessons were from Flitwick. He had taught him quite a number of useful charms and hexes proving that he was perfect for his position, 'Uh… as a teacher.' Harry thought to himself looking down at him.
The fourth and last week dawned and Professor Sprout started by teaching him about plants and then Snape had taught him how to use them to make potions. Then it was a lesson in Dark Arts from Dumbledore himself. Harry had particularly liked this class.
This week though instead of leaving he stayed there for the rest of the week waiting for September first. He had already written to Herm and Ron to tell them about where he was so they wouldn't worry. And from then on he had gotten lessons from as many people as he could. Whoever passed by seemed to have something to teach and he learnt everything he could from them.
When he wasn't being taught he was reading Hogwarts: a History. In fact he was quite sure that he would finish tonight. The book itself had been quite interesting. Especially a passage about the sorting hat which read, "The Sorting Hat, created by the founders for sorting students, has more then one purpose. It is said that the hat holds the secret to priceless treasures." he had been curious if it was talking about the sword he had pulled out of the hat in his second year.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts he raised his eyes off the floor and looked to the side. He could have sworn he saw a patch of brown there. Looking closely he opened his mouth in shock.
There sitting on the floor wrapped up in a blanket was a short girl asleep in the corner her brown hair wrapped around her. Tear stains were present on her cheeks and her fist was clutching tightly to a worn necklace.
He walked over to her and nudged her gently. She let out a scream and jumped up wiping vainly at her eyes. When she finally looked up at him she backed up a pace are two staring at him wildly. She then let out another scream and raced down that hall disappearing around a corridor as quick as lightning.
AN: HA! There I got the next chapter out! And a thank you to the three kind heart people who reviewed my story. *hugs*
Opheliac: Well I didn't know exactly how to start it and I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do. So that's why there isn't much in this one. I can tell you now though look carefully in the next few chapters, even in this one. I have hidden meanings in quite a few things. Thanks for reviewing!
Ms. Prongs: Ol' buddy. Ol' pal. You need to work on your threats girl. *chuckles* And don't even go there on that surprise. I have my own that's almost finished and I have no regrets on never finishing it. *chuckles* And one can count for two. Though I still say yours counts for much more then two. And really don't threaten the reviews. *grins teasingly* On second thought you go for it girl!
Valerforth: Thank you! Sometimes the nicest reviews are the ones that have only a few words. Thank you so much!
To readers who didn't review but read anyways: Thanks to you! Though I may never know if you liked it or hated it thank you!
DISCLAIMER: Don't own Harry Potter or anything else I mentioned. No suing.
Harry Potter and the Unexpected Answers
Chapter 2: Lessons, Dumbledore, and the Mysterious "Us"
By Wyltk
"Professor? What are you doing here?" asked Harry, looking at her in a shocked way. McGonagall looked at him curiously and glanced in the hallway mirror to see if anything was a miss. Finding nothing wrong she returned her attention to the gapping boy in front of her. "I came to collect you, Harry. If you'll, please, go get your things." Harry looked at her still shocked nodded numbly and started for the stairs. McGonagall frowned at him as he left. He looked tired and a small cut on the back of his head was bleeding slightly. She turned to Harry's uncle and in a chilling voice asked "What did you do to him."
Harry had by then already gotten up the stairs and gathered his things up. Digging under the floor board to make sure he had gotten everything he started to drag the trunk to the door. Hedwig gave a hoot and he turned and smiled at her. "Sorry Hedwig. I can't forget you now can I?" he picked up her cage and tugged both of them down the stair way.
McGonagall was standing over a cowering Vernon who was stiff with fear. "Ah. There you are Harry. I was just explaining some… things to your uncle." She smiled, shrinking his trunk to the size of a quarter and placing it in her pocket. "Great now all set?" he nodded and she led him towards the door. "Right then lets go." She stepped out and headed towards a car waiting in the Dursley's driveway.
To his surprise McGonagall got in the back seat and he followed her in Hedwig in his lap. That's when he noticed the inside of the car was limo size and had a driver who was smiling at him from the front seat. "So where are we headed?" asked Harry curiously.
"To Hogwarts, of course, but I shall leave the explaining up to Albus. Is your head okay, Harry?" she asked looking over at him worriedly.
"Yes, Professor, My head's fine. I just tripped." Harry smiled slightly and took to looking out the window.
Five minutes later they pulled up to Hogsmead. Harry turned to McGonagall in amazement about to ask how they head arrived so fast but then thought better of it and got out. "That was fast." he murmured, as he climbed into the carriage waiting for them. He watched as the driver jumped into the carriage with them.
The person smiled jovially at him as the carriage started off. She had red hair that was pulled back into a messy bun. A piece of hair on either side of her head hung down to below her shoulders. She had sparkling green eyes and her clothing was that of a muggle not a wizard though he could clearly see the wand sticking out of her back pocket. He heard her say something to McGonagall and realized she was Irish from her accent.
She turned to him smiling brightly. "Ack if you're not Harry Potter. Tis nice to meet you, me boy. Me name is Vanessa Zigger. T'was my honor to escort you both to Dumbledore. You're in for a good summer, wouldn't ye say, Minerva!" she laughed joyfully. Harry joined in the infectious laughter as McGonagall rolled her eyes.
Her accent, now that he had more time to hear her, was thick but the words seemed to slide off her tongue in such an easy manner. McGonagall gave her a stern look as she said the last part but she shrugged it off as easily as could be. Harry found himself liking this lady more and more.
Harry stepped out of the carriage with them and they lead him to the doors. McGonagall laid the trunk in the entryway and enlarged it. Harry sat Hedwig's cage on top of the trunk and opened it for her. She nipped his fingers and flew off towards the owlery.
Vanessa smiled at Harry. "Well see ye later Harry. T'was nice to meet thee." she said. Grinning she walked down the hallway and quickly disappeared behind a tapestry.
McGonagall, her lips in a thin line, lead him straight towards the headmaster's office. She walked to the gargoyle and said impatiently "Bott's beans." Harry looked at her in surprise but shrugged as they stepped on the stairs and were taken up to the top of the tower.
She opened the door nodded at Dumbledore. "Here he is Albus. See you at dinner." she said the last part to both of them. She then turned around and left the room patting Harry's shoulder with a smile as she left.
"Hello Harry." Dumbledore smiled from behind his half moon glasses. "I see you arrived safely. It's nice to see you." Harry smiled at him nodding his head in acknowledgement.
Dumbledore looked like he had just a month before a few more wrinkles but other then that he looked the same. It seemed what ever had happened so far during this summer had helped him look more cheerful. Though Harry couldn't forget the way he looked when… Shaking the thought away roughly he looked back at Dumbledore who seemed to have been studying him just as closely.
"You look tired Harry. Anything you need to speak to me about?" Dumbledore asked kindly. Harry looked at him and shook his head hoping Dumbledore wouldn't press the matter.
"You must be wondering why you were sent up here? The truth of the matter is Harry I would like for you to take lessons in defending yourself. You have quite the knack for finding trouble." Dumbledore chuckled and petted Fawkes who had landed on his knee.
"You would be brought here early on Thursday and leave for your uncles on Saturday evening. Friday and Saturday you would be having lessons. And Thursday you could do anything you like. We would bring you Friday but unfortunately Friday is very busy for us." Dumbledore explained. "What do you say?"
Harry had been on the verge of asking who "us" was but had decided against it and smiled at Dumbledore. "Alright but may I have a potion's lessons on Thursday?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"Potions?" Dumbledore looked at him in surprised. "Why of course. I'm sure if Severus wouldn't agree to teach you extra classes someone else could teach you. But, may I ask, why potions?" Dumbledore asked looking at him curiously.
"Well, sir, I plan on becoming an Auror until Voldemort and his lackeys are gone. But after words I would like to have something to fell back on. I plan on playing Quidditch on a team if I can but I would also like to work on a cure for Werewolfs. I've been thinking about it for awhile." Harry explained.
Dumbledore chuckled. "Thinking about your future already? Good for you Harry. Your certainly seem to have this planned out. But now suppose we go get something to eat? I believe the house elfs have lemon meringue pie for desert tonight. One of my favorites." Dumbledore stood up and motioned for Harry to rise to.
On the way down to lunch Dumbledore kept him in constant chatter about the Quidditch teams and who was likely to win the cup this year. It was almost a surprise to Harry when they got to the Great Hall as he was still curious about the team which Dumbledore had seemed so keen about.
Dumbledore opened the door and Harry was surprised to find two huge tables filled with people. Everyone stood up when they noticed Dumbledore and went deathly silent. "You can sit down." Called Dumbledore chuckling.
They didn't though. They waited until he had walked to an empty place and sat. As soon as he sat everyone else did and they started to pile up their plates with the food that had just appeared in front of them. Harry slid in on the bench next to Dumbledore silently.
Harry looked around the room noticing all his professors were there but almost everyone else he had never seen before. He could hear the different accents in the room though. He could hear the rolling jolly tongue of the Irish, the soft voice of Holland, the occasional sweet lilting of French, the rapid talking of the Spanish, the heavy German, and more he had trouble recognizing.
It seemed as if everyone had a different accent. It was quite fun to listen to them mix and the hearty laughs that every few minutes would brake out. It was as if Voldemort were nothing more then a dream. Harry knew, though, that most of the people were probably fighting against him. In fact he had the distinct expression that these people where the "old crowd" the Dumbledore had sent his godfather after. He wondered idly how many of these people were summoned by his godfather.
Some people looked up at him and started a conversation. Never asking him anything and barely glancing at his scar. It was as if he was a regular at their table and nothing was out of the ordinary. Vanessa Zigger seemed to talk to him more then anyone though. She kept up a constant stream of light hearted chatter throughout the entire meal.
Finally as they were just finishing there deserts Dumbledore stood up. The room went into complete silence as if a silencing charm had been used. He could even hear the small creak of the seats underneath them that was the extent of the sudden silence.
"Vanessa, if you would be so kind as to show young potter to the Gryffindor tower?" Vanessa stood up and nodded going around the table and waiting for Harry to stand up. "I believe you know the password. The rest of you know where you are supposed to go?" murmurs of agreement flew threw the hall.
"Wonderful I wish you good luck and good night. I would also ask if the professors would be kind enough to follow me?" Dumbledore finished and he started for the door clapping Harry on the back as he left. The teachers stood up and followed behind him. Everyone stood up and waited respectfully as they left then half of them left the Great Hall and the rest sat back down trying to finish their deserts quickly.
Ms. Zigger led him out of the hall still chattering about anything and everything. "…She's your age." she said telling him about someone she knew.
"Is she? She sounds nice I will have to look for her this year." Harry said. They rounded the last corner and the fat lady came in few. "Hello! Now let's see. The password is Wizard's toe." Vanessa said with a chuckle.
The fat lady sprung forward and Harry turned and thanked Vanessa politely. "This is where I leave you Harry. It was great getting to know you! I hope to see you again." She ruffled his hair and walked away.
Harry shut the painting and walked into the deserted common room. A cheerful blaze was in the fire place and the common room though empty was strangely comforting.
"Now she was interesting." Harry thought to himself grinning as he got ready for bed and went back down to the common room. He brought out the book he had brought with him. It was actually a book he had gotten at his last Hogsmead trip, in a weird antic shop. It was Hogwarts: a History. The book Hermione had bugged him and Ron about reading for the last four years. He was looking forward to reading it, he was quite curious about a few aspects of Hogwarts itself.
After he had read about two chapters he put the book down and stood up. Grabbing the invisibility cloak he had been sitting on he placed it around himself and started for the portrait. Looks like he would be getting a good nights sleep tonight.
~*~
The next day went by quickly McGonagall was his first teacher. She taught him how to transfigure himself into something small to escape from a Death Eater, it was extremely difficult and Harry remembered with a shudder Krum transfiguring himself into half a shark. The next day was quite the same but at seven he was brought back to the Dursey's. The Dursey's were refusing to acknowledge his presence leaving him to grab a piece of bread smash jam on it and hightail it to his room.
The next week he had Snape as a teacher. The drive was short and uneventful and Snape lead him straight down to the dungeons obviously mad about having to teach him. He purposely gave him the hardest potion he could think of Harry was sure. Snape took a bit of the potion when it was done and tested it on a mouse and when the mouse turned invisible Harry saw Snape scowl. Snape dropped the now visible mouse in its cage and smirked. "Very good Harry."
Again he had set Harry back to work. This time though he was giving rude comments about everything Harry did which, though tweaking his pride, were highly helpful to him. The next day Snape was his teacher again. Snape threw curses at him in a room that seemed like a giant obstacle course. Harry swore Snape was trying to kill him though he had said, quite nastily, he was teaching him how a Death Eater might think. Along with quite a few tricks to keep them off his trail if ever he ran into one.
"Potter, Voldemort isn't going to hand you a bunch of roses after he curses you, straighten up and arm yourself!"
Harry groaned as he remembered Snape saying that right before his last class ended. 'I'd like to see him say that after he cursed me with jelly legs.'
The next week dawned though Snape was not there to teach him instead was someone he had never met taught him potions. 'I learned more from Snape.' Harry thought grumpily. Then the next day the lessons were from Flitwick. He had taught him quite a number of useful charms and hexes proving that he was perfect for his position, 'Uh… as a teacher.' Harry thought to himself looking down at him.
The fourth and last week dawned and Professor Sprout started by teaching him about plants and then Snape had taught him how to use them to make potions. Then it was a lesson in Dark Arts from Dumbledore himself. Harry had particularly liked this class.
This week though instead of leaving he stayed there for the rest of the week waiting for September first. He had already written to Herm and Ron to tell them about where he was so they wouldn't worry. And from then on he had gotten lessons from as many people as he could. Whoever passed by seemed to have something to teach and he learnt everything he could from them.
When he wasn't being taught he was reading Hogwarts: a History. In fact he was quite sure that he would finish tonight. The book itself had been quite interesting. Especially a passage about the sorting hat which read, "The Sorting Hat, created by the founders for sorting students, has more then one purpose. It is said that the hat holds the secret to priceless treasures." he had been curious if it was talking about the sword he had pulled out of the hat in his second year.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts he raised his eyes off the floor and looked to the side. He could have sworn he saw a patch of brown there. Looking closely he opened his mouth in shock.
There sitting on the floor wrapped up in a blanket was a short girl asleep in the corner her brown hair wrapped around her. Tear stains were present on her cheeks and her fist was clutching tightly to a worn necklace.
He walked over to her and nudged her gently. She let out a scream and jumped up wiping vainly at her eyes. When she finally looked up at him she backed up a pace are two staring at him wildly. She then let out another scream and raced down that hall disappearing around a corridor as quick as lightning.
AN: HA! There I got the next chapter out! And a thank you to the three kind heart people who reviewed my story. *hugs*
Opheliac: Well I didn't know exactly how to start it and I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do. So that's why there isn't much in this one. I can tell you now though look carefully in the next few chapters, even in this one. I have hidden meanings in quite a few things. Thanks for reviewing!
Ms. Prongs: Ol' buddy. Ol' pal. You need to work on your threats girl. *chuckles* And don't even go there on that surprise. I have my own that's almost finished and I have no regrets on never finishing it. *chuckles* And one can count for two. Though I still say yours counts for much more then two. And really don't threaten the reviews. *grins teasingly* On second thought you go for it girl!
Valerforth: Thank you! Sometimes the nicest reviews are the ones that have only a few words. Thank you so much!
To readers who didn't review but read anyways: Thanks to you! Though I may never know if you liked it or hated it thank you!