In an undefined amount of parallel dimension I own Harry Potter – I'm also
a rock with eyebrows and a moustache… you can't have it all I guess…
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The feast had been bloody brilliant, thought Ron as he drifted off into a food induced slumber, bloody brilliant. He rolled onto his side, snuggling further down into his covers. Before he resigned himself to a good nights sleep he hazarded one final glance at Harry. He was sitting up in his bed, eyes open and glasses still on. Ron had no idea what was going on… and perhaps he didn't want to. He had sworn to himself that this year things would be different – no more running around after the dark lord and no more suspiciously close brushes with death. This year would be diff – but before Ron could finish the thought he was overcome by sweet sleep.
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I should probably get some sleep, thought Harry fully aware that this was nigh impossible. After the feast Dumbledore had told him to be on the look out – there was an impostor Harry Potter with a penchant for chewing on the loose… Well at least it was different. How deadly could a chewing fiend be? Harry decided not to answer that question instead he sighed heavily and for his troubles received a pillow in the mouth courtesy of Seamus.
"Ta very much Seamus!" Harry mumbled, pulling the pillow off his face.
"Oh shut up Harry…. And can I have me pillow back?" Harry snorted. "Take that as a no then – you'll live to regret this day Potter!"
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It was morning and Harry had barely managed to drag himself out of bed. He took a slow mouthful of the steaming scrambled eggs that lay invitingly in front of him. He gestured at Ron, who sat opposite, with his egg speckled spoon.
"What's our first class then?" Ron shrugged his shoulders then reached into his pocket and threw a piece of paper at Harry. Harry unrumpled the maltreated paper, staring at it intently. "Says here Defence Against the Dark Arts – I wonder who our new teacher is?" Ron pointed nonchalantly at the teacher's table. Harry's eyes followed the figure until an impressive sight met him. There was a new teacher sitting right at the end of the table. Harry couldn't really get a clear view of him from here but he had Mediterranean sun baked olive skin and wavy jet-black hair. He had large dark brown eyes and a killer smile. Harry wasn't sure but he could probably take an educated guess that this man was some sort of demi god – because people that good looking don't exist… do they? Harry turned his head slowly to look at Ron, mouth open with shook. Ron nodded knowingly.
"Oh I know Harry – you should have seen the reaction he got this morning. A couple of the 5th year girls had to be rushed up to the infirmary and Professor Mcgonagall nearly had a heart attack!" Harry looked at Ron, impressed by his relevant information gathering techniques. He would have told him then and there just how amazed he was had not an incredible young and quite handsome looking Professor Snape walked through the doorway, hair billowing in the wind. Harry clutched a hand over his eyes - this was just too much.
"What's up Harry?" asked Ron as he turned around in his chair to see whatever he should see. "Ahh!" he squeaked, snapping his neck around to stop the torture. There was a loud crack and Ron fell face forward into his cold eggs. "Oww" he groaned.
"Ron what are you doing?" asked Harry, feeling it was safe to open his eyes again.
"I think I broke my neck!" said Ron, slightly stifled by his scrambled eggs.
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As it turned Ron hadn't actually broken his neck – but he was still in aid of a neck brace just for today. Harry had stayed with Ron until the check- up was complete and now they were hurtling through the large stony corridors on their way to Defence Against the Dark Arts.
"How late are we?" panted Harry as he and Ron took a sharp corner without slowing down. Ron tried in vain to look at his watch.
"I don't know, I can't look at my watch…" Harry sniggered quietly. Now he knew that Ron's neck injury wasn't serious he could laugh all he wanted at the absurdity of it.
When they finally reached the Defence Against the Dark Arts room Harry and Ron were over twenty minutes late and counting. They burst through the door panting and gasping. The new teacher was standing at the front of the class with the full attention of every student. Harry was about to explain why they were so late but the new teacher got there first.
"Please do sit down Mr Potter and Mr Weasly – no need to explain your absence I'm fully aware of Mr Weasly's injury." Harry grinned at Ron as they made their way down to the only chairs that were free – right at the back of the class. Odd, thought Harry to himself, these seats were usually the ones that were most sought after...
By the end of the lesson Harry and Ron were all too aware why the seats up the front had been filled so eagerly.
"That was the best lesson I've ever had!" squealed Hermione as she walked with Harry and Ron to their next class. "You really shouldn't have missed the first few minutes – he was amazing!" Hermione's face took on a blissful look. Harry looked at Ron, and Ron at Harry.
"Right – well it's time for Care of Magical Creatures now and we'd best not be late!" Hermione nodded and Ron jerked his neck brace in recognition.
Luckily they weren't late for their next lesson but not so luckily it was with the Slytherins… again.
"Oh god not again – I don't think I can face another year with the whinny Malfoy!" moaned Harry when he saw the all too familiar bulks of Crabb and Goyle flanking Malfoy.
"Speak for yourself – you're not the one in a neck brace!" sighed Ron eyes full of foreboding.
"Don't worry Ron! We'll look after you – wont we Harry?" Harry nodded resolutely.
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"You said you were going to look after me!" Screamed Ron at Harry and Hermione as they were having lunch.
"Well look on the bright side-" said Hermione.
"Not funny Hermione!" Ron sat down with a huff; glaring at Hermione, gaze full of malice. Ron knew he couldn't eat so he wasn't going to try – plus he didn't want to bring attention to his 'improved' neck brace. Well at least that's what Malfoy had said when he had cornered Ron and cast a spell on it. Now the neck brace was brighter and more colourful than Los Vegas at night.
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It was night again and Harry was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling. I wonder what happened to the impostor Harry, he thought. There had been no further news about him all day – I wonder where he went?
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Well that was chapter three and think there are some thankyous in order:
Baasheep: you get the biggest thankyou because you have reviewed twice! You also get a gigantic chocolate moose cake all to yourself. Ta very much for your kind comments and please do comeback and review more!
Star123: MATE!!! Well I think that about sums it up!
Su-Su: Heeeeerrrreee iiiitttt iiiisss! Anyhow thank you for your review!
Kay: BREATH – I don't want to be responsible for someone dying!
So keep on reviewing and I'll keep on writing!
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The feast had been bloody brilliant, thought Ron as he drifted off into a food induced slumber, bloody brilliant. He rolled onto his side, snuggling further down into his covers. Before he resigned himself to a good nights sleep he hazarded one final glance at Harry. He was sitting up in his bed, eyes open and glasses still on. Ron had no idea what was going on… and perhaps he didn't want to. He had sworn to himself that this year things would be different – no more running around after the dark lord and no more suspiciously close brushes with death. This year would be diff – but before Ron could finish the thought he was overcome by sweet sleep.
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I should probably get some sleep, thought Harry fully aware that this was nigh impossible. After the feast Dumbledore had told him to be on the look out – there was an impostor Harry Potter with a penchant for chewing on the loose… Well at least it was different. How deadly could a chewing fiend be? Harry decided not to answer that question instead he sighed heavily and for his troubles received a pillow in the mouth courtesy of Seamus.
"Ta very much Seamus!" Harry mumbled, pulling the pillow off his face.
"Oh shut up Harry…. And can I have me pillow back?" Harry snorted. "Take that as a no then – you'll live to regret this day Potter!"
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It was morning and Harry had barely managed to drag himself out of bed. He took a slow mouthful of the steaming scrambled eggs that lay invitingly in front of him. He gestured at Ron, who sat opposite, with his egg speckled spoon.
"What's our first class then?" Ron shrugged his shoulders then reached into his pocket and threw a piece of paper at Harry. Harry unrumpled the maltreated paper, staring at it intently. "Says here Defence Against the Dark Arts – I wonder who our new teacher is?" Ron pointed nonchalantly at the teacher's table. Harry's eyes followed the figure until an impressive sight met him. There was a new teacher sitting right at the end of the table. Harry couldn't really get a clear view of him from here but he had Mediterranean sun baked olive skin and wavy jet-black hair. He had large dark brown eyes and a killer smile. Harry wasn't sure but he could probably take an educated guess that this man was some sort of demi god – because people that good looking don't exist… do they? Harry turned his head slowly to look at Ron, mouth open with shook. Ron nodded knowingly.
"Oh I know Harry – you should have seen the reaction he got this morning. A couple of the 5th year girls had to be rushed up to the infirmary and Professor Mcgonagall nearly had a heart attack!" Harry looked at Ron, impressed by his relevant information gathering techniques. He would have told him then and there just how amazed he was had not an incredible young and quite handsome looking Professor Snape walked through the doorway, hair billowing in the wind. Harry clutched a hand over his eyes - this was just too much.
"What's up Harry?" asked Ron as he turned around in his chair to see whatever he should see. "Ahh!" he squeaked, snapping his neck around to stop the torture. There was a loud crack and Ron fell face forward into his cold eggs. "Oww" he groaned.
"Ron what are you doing?" asked Harry, feeling it was safe to open his eyes again.
"I think I broke my neck!" said Ron, slightly stifled by his scrambled eggs.
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As it turned Ron hadn't actually broken his neck – but he was still in aid of a neck brace just for today. Harry had stayed with Ron until the check- up was complete and now they were hurtling through the large stony corridors on their way to Defence Against the Dark Arts.
"How late are we?" panted Harry as he and Ron took a sharp corner without slowing down. Ron tried in vain to look at his watch.
"I don't know, I can't look at my watch…" Harry sniggered quietly. Now he knew that Ron's neck injury wasn't serious he could laugh all he wanted at the absurdity of it.
When they finally reached the Defence Against the Dark Arts room Harry and Ron were over twenty minutes late and counting. They burst through the door panting and gasping. The new teacher was standing at the front of the class with the full attention of every student. Harry was about to explain why they were so late but the new teacher got there first.
"Please do sit down Mr Potter and Mr Weasly – no need to explain your absence I'm fully aware of Mr Weasly's injury." Harry grinned at Ron as they made their way down to the only chairs that were free – right at the back of the class. Odd, thought Harry to himself, these seats were usually the ones that were most sought after...
By the end of the lesson Harry and Ron were all too aware why the seats up the front had been filled so eagerly.
"That was the best lesson I've ever had!" squealed Hermione as she walked with Harry and Ron to their next class. "You really shouldn't have missed the first few minutes – he was amazing!" Hermione's face took on a blissful look. Harry looked at Ron, and Ron at Harry.
"Right – well it's time for Care of Magical Creatures now and we'd best not be late!" Hermione nodded and Ron jerked his neck brace in recognition.
Luckily they weren't late for their next lesson but not so luckily it was with the Slytherins… again.
"Oh god not again – I don't think I can face another year with the whinny Malfoy!" moaned Harry when he saw the all too familiar bulks of Crabb and Goyle flanking Malfoy.
"Speak for yourself – you're not the one in a neck brace!" sighed Ron eyes full of foreboding.
"Don't worry Ron! We'll look after you – wont we Harry?" Harry nodded resolutely.
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"You said you were going to look after me!" Screamed Ron at Harry and Hermione as they were having lunch.
"Well look on the bright side-" said Hermione.
"Not funny Hermione!" Ron sat down with a huff; glaring at Hermione, gaze full of malice. Ron knew he couldn't eat so he wasn't going to try – plus he didn't want to bring attention to his 'improved' neck brace. Well at least that's what Malfoy had said when he had cornered Ron and cast a spell on it. Now the neck brace was brighter and more colourful than Los Vegas at night.
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It was night again and Harry was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling. I wonder what happened to the impostor Harry, he thought. There had been no further news about him all day – I wonder where he went?
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Well that was chapter three and think there are some thankyous in order:
Baasheep: you get the biggest thankyou because you have reviewed twice! You also get a gigantic chocolate moose cake all to yourself. Ta very much for your kind comments and please do comeback and review more!
Star123: MATE!!! Well I think that about sums it up!
Su-Su: Heeeeerrrreee iiiitttt iiiisss! Anyhow thank you for your review!
Kay: BREATH – I don't want to be responsible for someone dying!
So keep on reviewing and I'll keep on writing!