Harry Potter and the Fallen Angel
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot and characters Hercule Stonewall and Renate Engl are property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), copyright 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
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chapter SIX: New Teacher (or Creature?)
At dinner in the Great Hall the next night, there was much excitement. Somehow the news of the new teacher spread quickly throughout Hogwarts. Ron kept looking around the Hall, but saw no new faces. "The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher isn't here yet!" He growled and took a seat next to Hermione.
She simply shrugged. "It's not uncommon for teachers to carry invisibility cloaks with them when starting a new school. Lets them watch students before teaching them." Harry laughed. Although it sounded too smart to laugh at, Harry knew it was Hermione's way of making a joke. Harry's laughing died as he suddenly felt paranoid. He looked around, but he only saw the Slytherin table- No, it couldn't be! Harry shrank in his seat. Ron looked at his curiously.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Harry simply shook his head. "Spill it Harry." Ron furrowed his brows.
"It's here..." Harry began to sweat and shiver all over. He had seen it, face to face- sort of. There was a figure in the corner behind the Slytherin table, dressed in heavy grey robes. The cloak draped over the figure's face, leaving only an empty black hole-
Ron looked around again. "What's here? The new teacher?"
Harry shook his head again. "No, it's-" Harry remebered he couldn't tell them.
Hermione watched Harry's face carefully. "Harry, what is-" She suddenly saw the figure move out of thwe shadow and gasped. "That can't be..." Sure enough, the figure glided over to the front of the Hall, the teacher's table.
Professor Dumbledore stood, smiling. "I'd ask for silence, but I'm sure I would not recieve it. A low murmur would be nice though." The Hall hushed a bit, but not entirely, as predicted. The students watched with intent eyes as the figure stood next to the headmaster. "This is Professor Hercule Stonewall, he will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. If you will notice there is a free slot in your schedule, please report to Defense Against the Dark Arts, behind the portrait of the farm, directly one floor below the Library." Dumbledore began giving the First Years hints as how to find the class without getting lost on the moving staircase. The three Muarders-in-Training weren't listening.
"Yeesh, he's creepy!" Ron observed. Harry shakily nodded. The uneasy feeling didn't pas, if anything, it had gotten stronger. Harry began tapping his foot nervously, trying to sink lower, and lower still into his seat. It wasn't any good, he was sitting on a bench, completely in the view of any one who cared to look.
"I don't want to be here." Harry was heard mumbling. Hermione stared at him with great care.
"Bolt- You don't look very well... Do you need to go to Madam Pomfrey?" She placed a hand on his forehead, it was clamy. "Harr-"
Dumbledore had stopped speaking and the tables filled with food. Harry stood up so suddenly, Ravenclaws from two tables over looked to see what was wrong. Harry grabbed biscut and darted out of the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione staring at him, puzzled.
As Harry turned the last corridor, he found his legs had carried him to the Gryffindor dormitory. The Fat Lady looked down at him. "Something the matter, Harry?"
Harry shook his head, sweating. He had run all the way there without stopping to breathe. He finally noticed that the eerie feeling, had vanished. "Hullabaloo," and she let him in. Harry took a seat in one of the large red sofas and sighed. He was shaken, but not too much that he would be beyond the point of needing food. He thoughtfully chewed on his biscut, silently wishing he had grabbed more. He stared into the fire, thinking of when he had seen Sirius's head in the flames, more than two years ago. 'Where is Sirius?' he thought, 'Where was Hedwig?' Harry hadn't seen her since he left The Dursley's, more than a week ago. 'Is she alright? Where is she? Was she in trouble, was she lost?' Harry sat in his seat, drowning in his thoughts.
Hermione and Ron found Harry half an hour later, still sitting in his seat, starring in the fire. "Harry?" Hermione sat next to him on the sofa. "Are you sure that you're alright?" He nodded, but had a far off look in his eyes. "Is it- because of the new teacher?"
Harry didn't look at her when he spoke. "I get this strange feeling from him, a 'bad vibe' I guess you could call it. I don't trust him."
Ron nodded. "I know he looks weird, Harry, but would Professor Dumbledore hire any one who would try to hurt you?" He asked convincingly.
Hermione cough, which sounded much like "Quirrel". Ron glared at her.
"Fine," he shrugged, "I guess I can't help you there."
"Don't worry Harry! We're here, right?" She looked at Ron for reassurance, who nidded.
"Yeah Harry. Don't worry!"
Harry cracked a small smile. "You guys are wicked cool friends."
There was an ear peircing shriek from the corridor. "Help!" Harry pulled himself out of the sofa and out the entrance.
"Who screamed?"
The Fat Lady was hyperventalating. "I saw- I saw-" Harry looked at her.
"What did you see?"
She looked at his face. "The Devil. He was looking for you." Harry was abit taken back.
"You're sure?" The Fat Lady didn't answer, so Harry walked down the hall a little ways. In the dark shadows ahead, he could sense something hiding, lurking, watching. There was a hand on Harry's shoulder, and he jumped slightly.
"Let's go back inside-" It was Ron. Harry nodded and they went back into the dormitory.
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Meisako: Welcome back every one. I'm a bit worried that no one has been reading my story, because I have only 2 reviews! *sniff* I'd like to thank the Fat Lady for being here, regardless how many reviews I have.
Fat Lady: A pleasure Ms. Meisako- is Meisako your last name?
Meisako: No, no it isn't. My last name's Spopovitch.
Fat Lady: *raises and eyebrow* Spopo-? Never mind, I like Ms. Meisako fine.
Meisako: Okay! Now- for those who are offended by religious topics, care to explain what you mean by The Devil?
Fat Lady: Oh-- THAT! Yes yes. See, a devil is a person (or creature, I might add) who willingly tempts a soul to do wrong, corrupt them, if you will.
Meisako: *nod nod* I see, so- speaking along YOUR terms, Draco Malfoy is a devil?
Fat Lady: *think* I suppose-- But that's not what I meant. Devils are ugly things-
Meisako: Like I said Draco Malfoy.
Fat Lady: *bit frusterated* Not exactly, but-
Meisako: I doesn't matter. So , what's life like being a picture. Did you ever have a life? Are you a ghost? Do you eat a and drink? Do you breathe? How do you move from one paiting to anoth-
Fat Lady: *dizzy eyed* STOP! Ms. Meisako stop! I'm very confused, one question at a ti-
Meisako: Do you like being a portrait? How long have you been at Hogwarts? Have you ever been arrested? Do you like cheesecake? How about parfaits? Every one likes parfaits, but not me. I don't like parfaits.
Fat Lady: I've had enough *gets out of chair and walks away*
Meisako: Parfaits are kinda wierd tasting, too many flavors. I like cheesecake though *continues to talk, obviously not aware that the Fat Lady had left* I like cheesecake with strawberries on it- Have you ever had butterbeer? Is it really beer? I think i want some, but I'm underage and can't have any if it's alcoholic-
Return next week to read about "Shut up Meisako before I shoot myself" or "No talking off subject like that one time I sneezed and-"
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot and characters Hercule Stonewall and Renate Engl are property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), copyright 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
chapter SIX: New Teacher (or Creature?)
At dinner in the Great Hall the next night, there was much excitement. Somehow the news of the new teacher spread quickly throughout Hogwarts. Ron kept looking around the Hall, but saw no new faces. "The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher isn't here yet!" He growled and took a seat next to Hermione.
She simply shrugged. "It's not uncommon for teachers to carry invisibility cloaks with them when starting a new school. Lets them watch students before teaching them." Harry laughed. Although it sounded too smart to laugh at, Harry knew it was Hermione's way of making a joke. Harry's laughing died as he suddenly felt paranoid. He looked around, but he only saw the Slytherin table- No, it couldn't be! Harry shrank in his seat. Ron looked at his curiously.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Harry simply shook his head. "Spill it Harry." Ron furrowed his brows.
"It's here..." Harry began to sweat and shiver all over. He had seen it, face to face- sort of. There was a figure in the corner behind the Slytherin table, dressed in heavy grey robes. The cloak draped over the figure's face, leaving only an empty black hole-
Ron looked around again. "What's here? The new teacher?"
Harry shook his head again. "No, it's-" Harry remebered he couldn't tell them.
Hermione watched Harry's face carefully. "Harry, what is-" She suddenly saw the figure move out of thwe shadow and gasped. "That can't be..." Sure enough, the figure glided over to the front of the Hall, the teacher's table.
Professor Dumbledore stood, smiling. "I'd ask for silence, but I'm sure I would not recieve it. A low murmur would be nice though." The Hall hushed a bit, but not entirely, as predicted. The students watched with intent eyes as the figure stood next to the headmaster. "This is Professor Hercule Stonewall, he will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. If you will notice there is a free slot in your schedule, please report to Defense Against the Dark Arts, behind the portrait of the farm, directly one floor below the Library." Dumbledore began giving the First Years hints as how to find the class without getting lost on the moving staircase. The three Muarders-in-Training weren't listening.
"Yeesh, he's creepy!" Ron observed. Harry shakily nodded. The uneasy feeling didn't pas, if anything, it had gotten stronger. Harry began tapping his foot nervously, trying to sink lower, and lower still into his seat. It wasn't any good, he was sitting on a bench, completely in the view of any one who cared to look.
"I don't want to be here." Harry was heard mumbling. Hermione stared at him with great care.
"Bolt- You don't look very well... Do you need to go to Madam Pomfrey?" She placed a hand on his forehead, it was clamy. "Harr-"
Dumbledore had stopped speaking and the tables filled with food. Harry stood up so suddenly, Ravenclaws from two tables over looked to see what was wrong. Harry grabbed biscut and darted out of the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione staring at him, puzzled.
As Harry turned the last corridor, he found his legs had carried him to the Gryffindor dormitory. The Fat Lady looked down at him. "Something the matter, Harry?"
Harry shook his head, sweating. He had run all the way there without stopping to breathe. He finally noticed that the eerie feeling, had vanished. "Hullabaloo," and she let him in. Harry took a seat in one of the large red sofas and sighed. He was shaken, but not too much that he would be beyond the point of needing food. He thoughtfully chewed on his biscut, silently wishing he had grabbed more. He stared into the fire, thinking of when he had seen Sirius's head in the flames, more than two years ago. 'Where is Sirius?' he thought, 'Where was Hedwig?' Harry hadn't seen her since he left The Dursley's, more than a week ago. 'Is she alright? Where is she? Was she in trouble, was she lost?' Harry sat in his seat, drowning in his thoughts.
Hermione and Ron found Harry half an hour later, still sitting in his seat, starring in the fire. "Harry?" Hermione sat next to him on the sofa. "Are you sure that you're alright?" He nodded, but had a far off look in his eyes. "Is it- because of the new teacher?"
Harry didn't look at her when he spoke. "I get this strange feeling from him, a 'bad vibe' I guess you could call it. I don't trust him."
Ron nodded. "I know he looks weird, Harry, but would Professor Dumbledore hire any one who would try to hurt you?" He asked convincingly.
Hermione cough, which sounded much like "Quirrel". Ron glared at her.
"Fine," he shrugged, "I guess I can't help you there."
"Don't worry Harry! We're here, right?" She looked at Ron for reassurance, who nidded.
"Yeah Harry. Don't worry!"
Harry cracked a small smile. "You guys are wicked cool friends."
There was an ear peircing shriek from the corridor. "Help!" Harry pulled himself out of the sofa and out the entrance.
"Who screamed?"
The Fat Lady was hyperventalating. "I saw- I saw-" Harry looked at her.
"What did you see?"
She looked at his face. "The Devil. He was looking for you." Harry was abit taken back.
"You're sure?" The Fat Lady didn't answer, so Harry walked down the hall a little ways. In the dark shadows ahead, he could sense something hiding, lurking, watching. There was a hand on Harry's shoulder, and he jumped slightly.
"Let's go back inside-" It was Ron. Harry nodded and they went back into the dormitory.
Meisako: Welcome back every one. I'm a bit worried that no one has been reading my story, because I have only 2 reviews! *sniff* I'd like to thank the Fat Lady for being here, regardless how many reviews I have.
Fat Lady: A pleasure Ms. Meisako- is Meisako your last name?
Meisako: No, no it isn't. My last name's Spopovitch.
Fat Lady: *raises and eyebrow* Spopo-? Never mind, I like Ms. Meisako fine.
Meisako: Okay! Now- for those who are offended by religious topics, care to explain what you mean by The Devil?
Fat Lady: Oh-- THAT! Yes yes. See, a devil is a person (or creature, I might add) who willingly tempts a soul to do wrong, corrupt them, if you will.
Meisako: *nod nod* I see, so- speaking along YOUR terms, Draco Malfoy is a devil?
Fat Lady: *think* I suppose-- But that's not what I meant. Devils are ugly things-
Meisako: Like I said Draco Malfoy.
Fat Lady: *bit frusterated* Not exactly, but-
Meisako: I doesn't matter. So , what's life like being a picture. Did you ever have a life? Are you a ghost? Do you eat a and drink? Do you breathe? How do you move from one paiting to anoth-
Fat Lady: *dizzy eyed* STOP! Ms. Meisako stop! I'm very confused, one question at a ti-
Meisako: Do you like being a portrait? How long have you been at Hogwarts? Have you ever been arrested? Do you like cheesecake? How about parfaits? Every one likes parfaits, but not me. I don't like parfaits.
Fat Lady: I've had enough *gets out of chair and walks away*
Meisako: Parfaits are kinda wierd tasting, too many flavors. I like cheesecake though *continues to talk, obviously not aware that the Fat Lady had left* I like cheesecake with strawberries on it- Have you ever had butterbeer? Is it really beer? I think i want some, but I'm underage and can't have any if it's alcoholic-
Return next week to read about "Shut up Meisako before I shoot myself" or "No talking off subject like that one time I sneezed and-"