A/N: Sorry it took so long, and blah, blah, blah. Anyway, I could not ignore it forever, can I? Maybe I can…
Disclaimer: Thought you knew by now. But if I have to, I have to… here goes, I do not own Potter and his friends, enemies, teachers, anything related to him.
Harry strolled along the dungeon passage. He was wearing a stupid smile as he thought about how his life took a happy twist. With Sirius free, his mother alive, what more could he want? 'If only dad was alive,' he thought. 'Oh well, at least mum is,' he thought again. Then he spotted a boy sneaking up at another boy and taking his wand out and saying something. When he moved closer, he saw that the boy sneaking was a Slytherin, and the poor boy whose robes were now on fire was a Griffindor. He ran toward them and put out the fire with his wand and turned towards the Slytherin. He looked him up and down and thought, 'now I know what Ron meant, I would love to take points off Slytherin,' then he said, "Five points from Slytherin!" 'Then the instruction papers said I have to point out the mistake in a firm voice,' he thought. "No one is allowed to use magic outside the classes!" He said in his firmest voice. "And no one is allowed to hurt fellow students! Now, off to your classes," he said, as the bell rang. 'Now I sound just like Hermione.' He thought. 'Bossy. Now I know how she feels. I kind of liked taking points off,' he thought, grinning. He too went off to his class.
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Transfiguration Class
"Now I will pair you up and give you each a raccoon. You have to turn your raccoons into fur mats." Professor McGonagall said. Then she paired Harry with Seamus Finnigan, Hermione with Neville, and Ron with Dean Thomas. Then they all set to work. Seamus let Harry do it, while he talked to Lavender who was paired up with Parvati. He poked the raccoon, and to his surprise, turned into a big, soft and neat rug. "That is quite wrong, Mr. Potter, you are supposed to turn it into a mat." McGonagall said. Harry blushed a little and turned it back, and tried again. Then McGonagall said, "see towards Miss Granger everyone, she has done it," and gave Hermione a rare smile and ten points for Griffindor. Harry was not surprised. After all, this was Hermione. The bell rang just then, and they all got up and got out of the classroom.
Now they were walking along the corridors to their next class, Herbology. They made their way out of the classes and towards the greenhouses.
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Lunch
"Did you really take points off Slytherin, Harry?" Ron asked in amazement. "Now we can get revenge on Snape!" "Nothing like that, Ron," Hermione said. "The instructions paper said no favouritism." "Oh well, it would have been wonderful," sighed Ron. "Fifty points from Slytherin," he said, "that sounds so right." Harry and Hermione looked at him strangely. "What?"
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Morning
Harry woke up when Ron threw a pillow at him, yelling "Rise and shine, lazybones! We have Defence Against the Dark Arts today!" Harry's eyes flew open. Defence Against the Dark Arts! He would get a chance to meet his mother again today! He put on his glasses hurriedly and put on his school robes and Prefect badge. His mother had been so proud to see his son appointed Prefect. Now Harry had changed dramatically. He was no longer the awkward orphan. Now he was as happy as any one. "Coming, Ron! Have patience!" he cried out happily.
"OK, Defence Against the Dark Arts is first, and Transfiguration second and Potions is third." Hermione said. "We know, Hermione, no need to repeat it." Ron said. "We can read well enough to realise that." Harry said, smiling. "Very funny, you two," she said, scowling. "Come on, Hermione, we were only joking, no need to get mad with us." Harry said. "OK, we better hurry up, or we'll be late for class, we don't want Professor Potter mad at us," Hermione said, smiling at Harry as the bell rang.
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Defence Against the Dark Arts
"Today I will teach you how to fight against Dementors. Even though it is very advanced magic, we have to be prepared because they are Voldemort's-" the class shuddered except Harry and Hermione. Harry because he had never heard of the Dark Lord before he was eleven and therefore did not even know one was not supposed say his name. Hermione's was the same case as she was muggle-born. "Most trusted creatures." Lily finished. "Mr. Potter, will you please demonstrate?" She asked, looking at Harry. "Yes, Professor," he said, stood up and walked to the front of the class. "Now, watch him closely, you have to think of a happy thought when you perform this," Lily said. "Expecto Patronum," Harry said, concentrating on his happy thought. His mum was alive that was a very, very happy thought. A silver stag erupted from the tip of his wand. This time it looked almost solid and was shining brighter than his last one which he had made it to protect himself from the Boggart-Dementor. This one was fed from the powerful happy memory. Everyone but Ron and Hermione gasped. "Very good, Mr. Potter, five points for Griffindor. Another five points for making it a fine one." Lily said, smiling broadly, proud that her son could do such advanced magic. "Now, each of you concentrate on your happy memories and say Expecto Patronum. Remember it will be more difficult when you are actually fighting a Dementor." She said.
A/N: I have to stop or it would have taken another two days or so. Anyway, here's the thank you list!
DeannaMcMahon
RedRosettes
Lavender Gold
Luna Rose
Alexa Black
Selena
blue-angel1204.
Thank you very much for reviewing! And if you don't want your name mentioned here, tell me. Bye!
Disclaimer: Thought you knew by now. But if I have to, I have to… here goes, I do not own Potter and his friends, enemies, teachers, anything related to him.
Harry strolled along the dungeon passage. He was wearing a stupid smile as he thought about how his life took a happy twist. With Sirius free, his mother alive, what more could he want? 'If only dad was alive,' he thought. 'Oh well, at least mum is,' he thought again. Then he spotted a boy sneaking up at another boy and taking his wand out and saying something. When he moved closer, he saw that the boy sneaking was a Slytherin, and the poor boy whose robes were now on fire was a Griffindor. He ran toward them and put out the fire with his wand and turned towards the Slytherin. He looked him up and down and thought, 'now I know what Ron meant, I would love to take points off Slytherin,' then he said, "Five points from Slytherin!" 'Then the instruction papers said I have to point out the mistake in a firm voice,' he thought. "No one is allowed to use magic outside the classes!" He said in his firmest voice. "And no one is allowed to hurt fellow students! Now, off to your classes," he said, as the bell rang. 'Now I sound just like Hermione.' He thought. 'Bossy. Now I know how she feels. I kind of liked taking points off,' he thought, grinning. He too went off to his class.
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Transfiguration Class
"Now I will pair you up and give you each a raccoon. You have to turn your raccoons into fur mats." Professor McGonagall said. Then she paired Harry with Seamus Finnigan, Hermione with Neville, and Ron with Dean Thomas. Then they all set to work. Seamus let Harry do it, while he talked to Lavender who was paired up with Parvati. He poked the raccoon, and to his surprise, turned into a big, soft and neat rug. "That is quite wrong, Mr. Potter, you are supposed to turn it into a mat." McGonagall said. Harry blushed a little and turned it back, and tried again. Then McGonagall said, "see towards Miss Granger everyone, she has done it," and gave Hermione a rare smile and ten points for Griffindor. Harry was not surprised. After all, this was Hermione. The bell rang just then, and they all got up and got out of the classroom.
Now they were walking along the corridors to their next class, Herbology. They made their way out of the classes and towards the greenhouses.
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Lunch
"Did you really take points off Slytherin, Harry?" Ron asked in amazement. "Now we can get revenge on Snape!" "Nothing like that, Ron," Hermione said. "The instructions paper said no favouritism." "Oh well, it would have been wonderful," sighed Ron. "Fifty points from Slytherin," he said, "that sounds so right." Harry and Hermione looked at him strangely. "What?"
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Morning
Harry woke up when Ron threw a pillow at him, yelling "Rise and shine, lazybones! We have Defence Against the Dark Arts today!" Harry's eyes flew open. Defence Against the Dark Arts! He would get a chance to meet his mother again today! He put on his glasses hurriedly and put on his school robes and Prefect badge. His mother had been so proud to see his son appointed Prefect. Now Harry had changed dramatically. He was no longer the awkward orphan. Now he was as happy as any one. "Coming, Ron! Have patience!" he cried out happily.
"OK, Defence Against the Dark Arts is first, and Transfiguration second and Potions is third." Hermione said. "We know, Hermione, no need to repeat it." Ron said. "We can read well enough to realise that." Harry said, smiling. "Very funny, you two," she said, scowling. "Come on, Hermione, we were only joking, no need to get mad with us." Harry said. "OK, we better hurry up, or we'll be late for class, we don't want Professor Potter mad at us," Hermione said, smiling at Harry as the bell rang.
______________________________________________________________________________
Defence Against the Dark Arts
"Today I will teach you how to fight against Dementors. Even though it is very advanced magic, we have to be prepared because they are Voldemort's-" the class shuddered except Harry and Hermione. Harry because he had never heard of the Dark Lord before he was eleven and therefore did not even know one was not supposed say his name. Hermione's was the same case as she was muggle-born. "Most trusted creatures." Lily finished. "Mr. Potter, will you please demonstrate?" She asked, looking at Harry. "Yes, Professor," he said, stood up and walked to the front of the class. "Now, watch him closely, you have to think of a happy thought when you perform this," Lily said. "Expecto Patronum," Harry said, concentrating on his happy thought. His mum was alive that was a very, very happy thought. A silver stag erupted from the tip of his wand. This time it looked almost solid and was shining brighter than his last one which he had made it to protect himself from the Boggart-Dementor. This one was fed from the powerful happy memory. Everyone but Ron and Hermione gasped. "Very good, Mr. Potter, five points for Griffindor. Another five points for making it a fine one." Lily said, smiling broadly, proud that her son could do such advanced magic. "Now, each of you concentrate on your happy memories and say Expecto Patronum. Remember it will be more difficult when you are actually fighting a Dementor." She said.
A/N: I have to stop or it would have taken another two days or so. Anyway, here's the thank you list!
DeannaMcMahon
RedRosettes
Lavender Gold
Luna Rose
Alexa Black
Selena
blue-angel1204.
Thank you very much for reviewing! And if you don't want your name mentioned here, tell me. Bye!