AN: well hello there my darling readers, how are you this fine day?
me, i'm wonderful, thanks for asking. but anyway, this is a somewhat
short chapter, but by the pressure of a *whimper* select few, i've
posted what i have, and therefore, here it is. oh yes, and just to let
you know, i've got this thing with capitalizing letters... i just don't
do it. so, that is why beginnings of sentences et al are not upper
case. oh, those two words remind of little grades... the days when i
didn't have to worry about things... *sigh*.... yeah, but on occasion,
i make names capitals, so just wait. i'll surprise you.
Disclaimer: i don't own any of these characters. unless of course, i
make a new character in the middle of a chapter, then i own that
character. unless of course it's a character from someone else's story
(that's a song! hee hee! oops...) but anywho... damn. just read.
Chapter 2: Seamus Hears Voices
The remainder of the day, however, passed rather uneventfully. Sure
double Potions with the Slytherins was the low point in it all, the
tremendous butt of the universe, the bane of all their existences, but
hey, you can't have everything. And that's exactly how Seamus Finnigan
wanted to feel. But he couldn't. About anything.
As he got into his bed that night, he just couldn't help but notice
that Dean was nowhere to be seen. Probably with her he thought, his
expression turning into a slight grimace. What can she possibly give
him that I can't? Well, the correct reproductive organs for one. Oy!
Sod off! I wasn't thinking to you, alright? So just... be quiet. Or
go away. I can't go away. I'm your inner voice! Yeah? Well i hate
you. Always coming up with the right answers. You know, sometimes a
man just needs to fantasize. So stay out of it. Oh but Seamus, you
need to realize that he just won't go for you! He wants a family. And
as i said before, you haven't got the stuff to make the other half of a
baby! I mean... hey, if all it took was sperm goin' at it, then the
human race would be bloody overpopulated. Nay? He wants a woman. And
he's got Hermione. He's as straight as a post, get it through the
other half of you! Seamus grunted, and pulled the covers up over his
head, as though this would solve his problem. A moment later, someone
peered through his curtains. He looked up at the shadowy figure.
"Oh. It's just you." he said to Neville, who was all ready for bed
in his blue teddy bear pyjamas (AN 'pajamas'?) and his... fuzzy pink
slippers.
"Yeah. Uh, I heard you talking to someone. Everything okay?"
Neville replied, a look of concern on his face. Oh Neville... not
now.... just go...
"It's nothing." Seamus said shortly. Neville was stunned by the tone
of his voice.
"Oh. Sorry I bothered you..." he said, turning away from him. Damn
it...
"No Neville. I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that. Please come
back." Stupid me - Neville's so sensitive, I just can't be like that
with him. He'll take it personally... Neville walked back to the bed.
"Then there is something I can do?"
"Not really. I'm just tired, that's all. Heh. No one can really be
blamed for anything when they're tired, eh."
"Nah." Neville smiled. "Well, sleep well." he said, returning to his
own bed.
"You too." Seamus called after him, but he doubted Neville had heard
him. Oh well, he thought lying back on his bed, now I can finally try
to settle down. Ha ha... You thought you'd lost me, didn't you? Damn.
Sighing, he rolled onto his side. "It's going to be a loong night."
***
The next morning at breakfast, everyone seemed to be acting a little
bit... chipper. It appeared that Dean looked somewhat tired, yet
immensely happy, and, upon closer inspection, so did Hermione. Seamus
didn't want to think about what had obviously happened, but instead
thought about his devious plan to win Dean over. He smiled at the
thought of it. His inner voice had actually helped him come up with it
the night before, after they'd gotten over the fact that, without
magic, there'd be no way for Seamus at all. At least the voice was
good for something. If only it'd work... he thought chewing on a piece
of blueberry pancake. Of course it'll work! I thought of it, now
didn't I? All we need are the right ingredients, and then I'll guide
you through it. Okay. Whatever.
"Hey guys, where's Harry?" asked Ginny when she sat down at the table.
"Oh, he went to see Dumbledore this morning. He said his scar was
hurting lastnight." answered Ron. Dumbledore had instructed Harry to
come to him if anything like this happened, and therefore, that's
exactly where he was.
"I wonder why.." said Hermione, her hand in Dean's.
"Yeah, I mean, You-Know-Who's not here, is he?" said Dean, looking a
ilttle unnerved. Ron glared at him.
"Of course not, idiot. Don't be daft, he couldn't be." Ron was a
little bitter at the thought that even though they'd been best friends
for years, Hermione still chose Dean over him. "Dumbledore'd know.
He'd do something. But he's up at the Head's Table, see?" he said,
motioning towards the table at the front of the Great Hall. Evidently,
Dumbledore wasn't there, and neither was McGonagal or Snape for that
matte, but Ron covered himself quite well. "Uh... er... well, he's
probably just gone out to, er... get doughnuts." Get doughnuts?!
What's wrong with me? Can't I ever do something right? Grr...
clearly, he was seething with frustration. Looking over at Hermione,
he suddenly knew why. I'll never understand what she sees in him...
***
But Hermione was far from the minds of Professors McGonagal, Snape and
Dumbledore at that moment. They had gathered in the staff lounge,
which explained their absence at breakfast.
"Harry came to me this morning to tell me that his scar was paining
him lastnight. Now we all know what that means, don't we Severus.
This would be what we call enough evidence." said Albus Dumbledore,
eyeing Snape lightly. "However the cause of him pain is somewhat
curious, as I have personally checked the castle and the grounds to
ensure that Voldemort is nowhere to be seen or found."
"But he may not be in human form, Albus." said McGonagal.
"Yes, I'm aware of that, which is why I also performed numerous spirit
detecting spells, which have also shown no trace of him whatsoever."
"Unless of course, he's inhabiting a body, in which case he would be
undetectable. He's done it before, using the bodies of animals. He
could do it again jsut as easily." replied Sanpe knowingly.
"Unfortunately, that is also true. So I suggest simply watching out
for any strange behaviour in the students and other professors."
"The other professors, Albus?"
"Yes Minerva. We may be holding the culprit amongst our very ranks.
We cannot have a repeat of what happened with Professor Quirrel." the
old man sighed. " 'Twas such a shame, that. Such a pity..."
"And what about Potter?" asked Snape. You could hear the edge in his
voice when he said it.
"I'll be keeping an eye on him, Severus, no need to worry about the
boy." Dumbledore smile, his wrinkles deepening, but in a kind manner.
"All right then. Off to breakfast, troops!"
me, i'm wonderful, thanks for asking. but anyway, this is a somewhat
short chapter, but by the pressure of a *whimper* select few, i've
posted what i have, and therefore, here it is. oh yes, and just to let
you know, i've got this thing with capitalizing letters... i just don't
do it. so, that is why beginnings of sentences et al are not upper
case. oh, those two words remind of little grades... the days when i
didn't have to worry about things... *sigh*.... yeah, but on occasion,
i make names capitals, so just wait. i'll surprise you.
Disclaimer: i don't own any of these characters. unless of course, i
make a new character in the middle of a chapter, then i own that
character. unless of course it's a character from someone else's story
(that's a song! hee hee! oops...) but anywho... damn. just read.
Chapter 2: Seamus Hears Voices
The remainder of the day, however, passed rather uneventfully. Sure
double Potions with the Slytherins was the low point in it all, the
tremendous butt of the universe, the bane of all their existences, but
hey, you can't have everything. And that's exactly how Seamus Finnigan
wanted to feel. But he couldn't. About anything.
As he got into his bed that night, he just couldn't help but notice
that Dean was nowhere to be seen. Probably with her he thought, his
expression turning into a slight grimace. What can she possibly give
him that I can't? Well, the correct reproductive organs for one. Oy!
Sod off! I wasn't thinking to you, alright? So just... be quiet. Or
go away. I can't go away. I'm your inner voice! Yeah? Well i hate
you. Always coming up with the right answers. You know, sometimes a
man just needs to fantasize. So stay out of it. Oh but Seamus, you
need to realize that he just won't go for you! He wants a family. And
as i said before, you haven't got the stuff to make the other half of a
baby! I mean... hey, if all it took was sperm goin' at it, then the
human race would be bloody overpopulated. Nay? He wants a woman. And
he's got Hermione. He's as straight as a post, get it through the
other half of you! Seamus grunted, and pulled the covers up over his
head, as though this would solve his problem. A moment later, someone
peered through his curtains. He looked up at the shadowy figure.
"Oh. It's just you." he said to Neville, who was all ready for bed
in his blue teddy bear pyjamas (AN 'pajamas'?) and his... fuzzy pink
slippers.
"Yeah. Uh, I heard you talking to someone. Everything okay?"
Neville replied, a look of concern on his face. Oh Neville... not
now.... just go...
"It's nothing." Seamus said shortly. Neville was stunned by the tone
of his voice.
"Oh. Sorry I bothered you..." he said, turning away from him. Damn
it...
"No Neville. I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that. Please come
back." Stupid me - Neville's so sensitive, I just can't be like that
with him. He'll take it personally... Neville walked back to the bed.
"Then there is something I can do?"
"Not really. I'm just tired, that's all. Heh. No one can really be
blamed for anything when they're tired, eh."
"Nah." Neville smiled. "Well, sleep well." he said, returning to his
own bed.
"You too." Seamus called after him, but he doubted Neville had heard
him. Oh well, he thought lying back on his bed, now I can finally try
to settle down. Ha ha... You thought you'd lost me, didn't you? Damn.
Sighing, he rolled onto his side. "It's going to be a loong night."
***
The next morning at breakfast, everyone seemed to be acting a little
bit... chipper. It appeared that Dean looked somewhat tired, yet
immensely happy, and, upon closer inspection, so did Hermione. Seamus
didn't want to think about what had obviously happened, but instead
thought about his devious plan to win Dean over. He smiled at the
thought of it. His inner voice had actually helped him come up with it
the night before, after they'd gotten over the fact that, without
magic, there'd be no way for Seamus at all. At least the voice was
good for something. If only it'd work... he thought chewing on a piece
of blueberry pancake. Of course it'll work! I thought of it, now
didn't I? All we need are the right ingredients, and then I'll guide
you through it. Okay. Whatever.
"Hey guys, where's Harry?" asked Ginny when she sat down at the table.
"Oh, he went to see Dumbledore this morning. He said his scar was
hurting lastnight." answered Ron. Dumbledore had instructed Harry to
come to him if anything like this happened, and therefore, that's
exactly where he was.
"I wonder why.." said Hermione, her hand in Dean's.
"Yeah, I mean, You-Know-Who's not here, is he?" said Dean, looking a
ilttle unnerved. Ron glared at him.
"Of course not, idiot. Don't be daft, he couldn't be." Ron was a
little bitter at the thought that even though they'd been best friends
for years, Hermione still chose Dean over him. "Dumbledore'd know.
He'd do something. But he's up at the Head's Table, see?" he said,
motioning towards the table at the front of the Great Hall. Evidently,
Dumbledore wasn't there, and neither was McGonagal or Snape for that
matte, but Ron covered himself quite well. "Uh... er... well, he's
probably just gone out to, er... get doughnuts." Get doughnuts?!
What's wrong with me? Can't I ever do something right? Grr...
clearly, he was seething with frustration. Looking over at Hermione,
he suddenly knew why. I'll never understand what she sees in him...
***
But Hermione was far from the minds of Professors McGonagal, Snape and
Dumbledore at that moment. They had gathered in the staff lounge,
which explained their absence at breakfast.
"Harry came to me this morning to tell me that his scar was paining
him lastnight. Now we all know what that means, don't we Severus.
This would be what we call enough evidence." said Albus Dumbledore,
eyeing Snape lightly. "However the cause of him pain is somewhat
curious, as I have personally checked the castle and the grounds to
ensure that Voldemort is nowhere to be seen or found."
"But he may not be in human form, Albus." said McGonagal.
"Yes, I'm aware of that, which is why I also performed numerous spirit
detecting spells, which have also shown no trace of him whatsoever."
"Unless of course, he's inhabiting a body, in which case he would be
undetectable. He's done it before, using the bodies of animals. He
could do it again jsut as easily." replied Sanpe knowingly.
"Unfortunately, that is also true. So I suggest simply watching out
for any strange behaviour in the students and other professors."
"The other professors, Albus?"
"Yes Minerva. We may be holding the culprit amongst our very ranks.
We cannot have a repeat of what happened with Professor Quirrel." the
old man sighed. " 'Twas such a shame, that. Such a pity..."
"And what about Potter?" asked Snape. You could hear the edge in his
voice when he said it.
"I'll be keeping an eye on him, Severus, no need to worry about the
boy." Dumbledore smile, his wrinkles deepening, but in a kind manner.
"All right then. Off to breakfast, troops!"