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 SEVEN: Stonewall's class
Ron sat quietly eating his ham sandwich when Ginny walked up to the gang. He looked up. "Wadda mahher?" Bits of ham hung from his lip.
"It's that new porfessor. I can't seem to make heads or tails of him. He doesn't - - talk. I think he's mute. He's distant- but he sure acts nice enough." Ginny explained, taking a seat next to Harry. She grabbed a biscut and hastily took a bite. As if she suddenly realized who she was sitting next to, Ginny blushed. "Professor Stonewall's not bad, really."
Harry sighed reliezed. "I'll take your word for it Gin, which is good because I've got his class next, with Slytherin."
Ron groaned. "Haven't we enough classes with those guys? I mean, Magical Creatures, Potions, AND Defense Against the Dark Arts? Is there no mercy?!" He dramatically slammed his head on the table. Hermione muttered something that sounded like 'drama queen'.
"We'd better be going now, class'll start in a few minutes. Thanks for the heads up Ginny." Harry stood and ruffled Ginny's hair, much to her embarassment. She blushed VERY deeply and choked on her biscut. Ron saw the whole thing and laughed, then he too began to choke on his sandwich. Hermione smacked him on the back suprisingly hard.
"Thanks Mione." She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah..."
"She likes you ya know," Ron said as they were walking down the corridor.
Harry turned to his friend suspisioucly. "Who does?"
Hermione giggled and said it was cute how clueless he was, but Ron graoned. "Never mind." "Dirty snakes..." he growled as they entered the room. Most of the Slytherins were already in class.
"Harry you jerk!" Hermione hissed as Renate walked past them, and Harry had said it loud nough that she obviously heard.
"Ooops-"
"Yeah, ooops..." Ron stared as the veela girl took a seat. "Come on-" He shoved his friends over to a seat directly across from the beautiful Slytherin. The chairs were set as a semi-circle, open at the front end of the class where a single chalkboard stood. Behind it was a very empty, plain desk. From their seats, Harry could see the face of every student, which was a comforting thought. At least he would know WHO was staring at him. the trouble was, most people liked staring at Harry, as if it were their nature to do so. Harry sighed and took out his new Defense Agaisnt the Dark Arts book, Protect Yourself Against the Dark STUFF. The author obviously wasn't very creative (*Hey!*).
"Brace yourself... Hermione whispered tensly. The tall professor suddenly appeared out of the shadows and slowly made his way to the chalk board, where he began to write. His hand formed words and the board, enchanted, no doubt, began to speak. "Read pages 31-37 and then answer the questions over Bug-Bears and Hobgoblins at the end of the chapter." The chalkboard had a very squeaky voice that made Harry shiver. Stonewall faced the class for a moment, then turned and sat at his seat.
All was quiet most of class, the students too afraid to speak. Malfoy had finished his work and decided to shoot invisible rubber bands at Harry. Whether or not he saw what was happening, Stonewall stood up. He crossed to the board and began to write. "Lighten up! Three questions aren't going to kill you. Besides, it's not like we're discussing -" He had writen 'Voldemort', but the board refused to speak it. The cloaked figure shook slightly, as if laughing to himself.
Stonewall walked around the room and looked over some of the answers people had writen. Sometimes he would nod, or scribble something on their parchment. He stooped over Malfoy for sometime, having a silent arguement about something, then turned to Renate. Harry watched her stared coldly up into his empty face. She didn't seem to like him either.
The Professor finally came to Harry's desk. Harry could feel the burn of the stare bearing down on him. It was a horrible feeling, and Harry just wanted to Apparate away. He hid his face in his book while Stonewall looked over his paper. He wrote something small, but clear.
"You know who this is, don't Mr. Harry James Potter." Even Harry didn't even know his own middle name, how could Stonewall know? Harry stared suspiciously back at the teacher. "I'm watching you very closely, Harry."
Harry looked up into the grey cloak, straining hard to see who was in it. It wasn't-- was it? Harry looked away and burried his face into his book. His sacr hadn't hurt lately, had it? He didn't think so and continued to pretend to read the chapter until Professor Stonewall walked away. He didn't go far. Harry could still feel him staring at him from across the room. His eyes burning deep into Harry's sould, making him irritable and panicky.
Hermione gave a side way glance towards Harry. "You alright Bolt?" She smirked, but halted as soon as she say his face. "Harry- what's wrong? You're so pale... are you okay?" Her voice seemed to get tense as she looed at the cold sweat trikling down his forehead, and over his scar. Harry screamed and stood up suddenly, grabbing his head, nearly knocking Ron out of his seat. "Harry..." Hermione meekly looked up at his face. She touched his hand, it was shaking and clamy. "Sit dow-" Everyone was staring at Harry. Malfoy laughed.
"Ickle Potty can't take the stress of a simple assignment, poor thing." He sneered and his goonies laughed, too. Stonewall walked over to Harry.
Harry pointed his wand at the Professor, still cluthing his forehead with his other hand. "Stay away from me! Get any closer and you'll be sorry!" Stonewall put his hands up in a guester of surrender. Harry backed out of class with his wand still pointing at the teacher. Once into the hallway, Harry ran. He ran for the life of him, running as if running would take away the pain. Eventually he stopped, students were coming out of classes, He hadn't heard the bell ring. Panting, Harry slowed to a walk. He felt miserable that he had just up and left class like that, besides, Ron and Hermione must be worried sick. Harry relized he was on the fourth floor, somewhere above the Hospital Wing. How he got there, he would never fully understand. Turning around Harry trudged slowly back to Stonewall's class. All of his books were still in there.
Harry returned to the classroom, Professor Stonewall wasn't in there, but some Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were. Cho Chang smiled across the room as Harry picked up his stuff. He felt rude not returning the smile, but he wasn't in the mood. "Sorry," he muttered as he stumbled slightly over some one's foot. He left the class quickly, hoping Cho wasn't offended. He crossed front entrance to the great lawn separating Hogwarts from Hagrid's hut, where his next class was being held. A cold wind chilled him and he pulled his robe closer about him. Mid way across the lawn, he saw a figure sollemnly standing at the edge of the lake.
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Meisako: Howdy people! Great day to be alive, right? No? I'm sorry to hear that, at least YOU didn't spill a gallon of BLUE PAINT on the carpet in your bathroom in your fairly NEW house! (I hope not, at least!)
Gin: Did you really? Did you get in much trouble with your parents?
Meisako: Huh? Oh Ginny! You're so quiet that I forgot you were here!
Gin: Gee, I feel loved...
Meisako: You should! I've Invited you hear today, feel loved. VERY loved.
Gin: Uhhhh- okay...
Meisako: Any way, today Ginny is here. She's agreed to teel us about her *relationship* with Harry.
Gin: I know I agreed, but I already said it would be a short interview. There's NOTHING!
Meisako: SURE! *wink wink**nod nod**nudge nudge**poke poke**jab in the ribs*
Gin: Whatever-- So, I- erm- LIKE Harry, but who's so dense they haven't noticed?
Meisako: Harry Potter.
Gin: Yeah, but that doesn't count. He's not supposed to know.
Meisako: Is that why you like him, 'cause he's soo dense?
Gin: *blush* That's not why!!
Meisako: 'Cause he's FAMOUS?
Gin: NO! He's just nice and funny and-
Meisako: Is he CUTE??
Gin: SHUT UP! *blushes so badly she gets sunburned and is rushed to the Hospital Wing*
Meisako: Ooops...
Disclaimer: What ever you do, don't EVER take an interview with THIS woman! She'll annoy you so bad you have to be hospitalized! I'm warning you!
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 SEVEN: Stonewall's class
Ron sat quietly eating his ham sandwich when Ginny walked up to the gang. He looked up. "Wadda mahher?" Bits of ham hung from his lip.
"It's that new porfessor. I can't seem to make heads or tails of him. He doesn't - - talk. I think he's mute. He's distant- but he sure acts nice enough." Ginny explained, taking a seat next to Harry. She grabbed a biscut and hastily took a bite. As if she suddenly realized who she was sitting next to, Ginny blushed. "Professor Stonewall's not bad, really."
Harry sighed reliezed. "I'll take your word for it Gin, which is good because I've got his class next, with Slytherin."
Ron groaned. "Haven't we enough classes with those guys? I mean, Magical Creatures, Potions, AND Defense Against the Dark Arts? Is there no mercy?!" He dramatically slammed his head on the table. Hermione muttered something that sounded like 'drama queen'.
"We'd better be going now, class'll start in a few minutes. Thanks for the heads up Ginny." Harry stood and ruffled Ginny's hair, much to her embarassment. She blushed VERY deeply and choked on her biscut. Ron saw the whole thing and laughed, then he too began to choke on his sandwich. Hermione smacked him on the back suprisingly hard.
"Thanks Mione." She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah..."
"She likes you ya know," Ron said as they were walking down the corridor.
Harry turned to his friend suspisioucly. "Who does?"
Hermione giggled and said it was cute how clueless he was, but Ron graoned. "Never mind." "Dirty snakes..." he growled as they entered the room. Most of the Slytherins were already in class.
"Harry you jerk!" Hermione hissed as Renate walked past them, and Harry had said it loud nough that she obviously heard.
"Ooops-"
"Yeah, ooops..." Ron stared as the veela girl took a seat. "Come on-" He shoved his friends over to a seat directly across from the beautiful Slytherin. The chairs were set as a semi-circle, open at the front end of the class where a single chalkboard stood. Behind it was a very empty, plain desk. From their seats, Harry could see the face of every student, which was a comforting thought. At least he would know WHO was staring at him. the trouble was, most people liked staring at Harry, as if it were their nature to do so. Harry sighed and took out his new Defense Agaisnt the Dark Arts book, Protect Yourself Against the Dark STUFF. The author obviously wasn't very creative (*Hey!*).
"Brace yourself... Hermione whispered tensly. The tall professor suddenly appeared out of the shadows and slowly made his way to the chalk board, where he began to write. His hand formed words and the board, enchanted, no doubt, began to speak. "Read pages 31-37 and then answer the questions over Bug-Bears and Hobgoblins at the end of the chapter." The chalkboard had a very squeaky voice that made Harry shiver. Stonewall faced the class for a moment, then turned and sat at his seat.
All was quiet most of class, the students too afraid to speak. Malfoy had finished his work and decided to shoot invisible rubber bands at Harry. Whether or not he saw what was happening, Stonewall stood up. He crossed to the board and began to write. "Lighten up! Three questions aren't going to kill you. Besides, it's not like we're discussing -" He had writen 'Voldemort', but the board refused to speak it. The cloaked figure shook slightly, as if laughing to himself.
Stonewall walked around the room and looked over some of the answers people had writen. Sometimes he would nod, or scribble something on their parchment. He stooped over Malfoy for sometime, having a silent arguement about something, then turned to Renate. Harry watched her stared coldly up into his empty face. She didn't seem to like him either.
The Professor finally came to Harry's desk. Harry could feel the burn of the stare bearing down on him. It was a horrible feeling, and Harry just wanted to Apparate away. He hid his face in his book while Stonewall looked over his paper. He wrote something small, but clear.
"You know who this is, don't Mr. Harry James Potter." Even Harry didn't even know his own middle name, how could Stonewall know? Harry stared suspiciously back at the teacher. "I'm watching you very closely, Harry."
Harry looked up into the grey cloak, straining hard to see who was in it. It wasn't-- was it? Harry looked away and burried his face into his book. His sacr hadn't hurt lately, had it? He didn't think so and continued to pretend to read the chapter until Professor Stonewall walked away. He didn't go far. Harry could still feel him staring at him from across the room. His eyes burning deep into Harry's sould, making him irritable and panicky.
Hermione gave a side way glance towards Harry. "You alright Bolt?" She smirked, but halted as soon as she say his face. "Harry- what's wrong? You're so pale... are you okay?" Her voice seemed to get tense as she looed at the cold sweat trikling down his forehead, and over his scar. Harry screamed and stood up suddenly, grabbing his head, nearly knocking Ron out of his seat. "Harry..." Hermione meekly looked up at his face. She touched his hand, it was shaking and clamy. "Sit dow-" Everyone was staring at Harry. Malfoy laughed.
"Ickle Potty can't take the stress of a simple assignment, poor thing." He sneered and his goonies laughed, too. Stonewall walked over to Harry.
Harry pointed his wand at the Professor, still cluthing his forehead with his other hand. "Stay away from me! Get any closer and you'll be sorry!" Stonewall put his hands up in a guester of surrender. Harry backed out of class with his wand still pointing at the teacher. Once into the hallway, Harry ran. He ran for the life of him, running as if running would take away the pain. Eventually he stopped, students were coming out of classes, He hadn't heard the bell ring. Panting, Harry slowed to a walk. He felt miserable that he had just up and left class like that, besides, Ron and Hermione must be worried sick. Harry relized he was on the fourth floor, somewhere above the Hospital Wing. How he got there, he would never fully understand. Turning around Harry trudged slowly back to Stonewall's class. All of his books were still in there.
Harry returned to the classroom, Professor Stonewall wasn't in there, but some Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were. Cho Chang smiled across the room as Harry picked up his stuff. He felt rude not returning the smile, but he wasn't in the mood. "Sorry," he muttered as he stumbled slightly over some one's foot. He left the class quickly, hoping Cho wasn't offended. He crossed front entrance to the great lawn separating Hogwarts from Hagrid's hut, where his next class was being held. A cold wind chilled him and he pulled his robe closer about him. Mid way across the lawn, he saw a figure sollemnly standing at the edge of the lake.
Meisako: Howdy people! Great day to be alive, right? No? I'm sorry to hear that, at least YOU didn't spill a gallon of BLUE PAINT on the carpet in your bathroom in your fairly NEW house! (I hope not, at least!)
Gin: Did you really? Did you get in much trouble with your parents?
Meisako: Huh? Oh Ginny! You're so quiet that I forgot you were here!
Gin: Gee, I feel loved...
Meisako: You should! I've Invited you hear today, feel loved. VERY loved.
Gin: Uhhhh- okay...
Meisako: Any way, today Ginny is here. She's agreed to teel us about her *relationship* with Harry.
Gin: I know I agreed, but I already said it would be a short interview. There's NOTHING!
Meisako: SURE! *wink wink**nod nod**nudge nudge**poke poke**jab in the ribs*
Gin: Whatever-- So, I- erm- LIKE Harry, but who's so dense they haven't noticed?
Meisako: Harry Potter.
Gin: Yeah, but that doesn't count. He's not supposed to know.
Meisako: Is that why you like him, 'cause he's soo dense?
Gin: *blush* That's not why!!
Meisako: 'Cause he's FAMOUS?
Gin: NO! He's just nice and funny and-
Meisako: Is he CUTE??
Gin: SHUT UP! *blushes so badly she gets sunburned and is rushed to the Hospital Wing*
Meisako: Ooops...
Disclaimer: What ever you do, don't EVER take an interview with THIS woman! She'll annoy you so bad you have to be hospitalized! I'm warning you!