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 Eight: Suspicions
Renate gazed over the lake into the forest, her eyes as sorrowful as ever. "Renate?" She didn't look at him, instead watched a cloud float lazily over the trees.
"What happens when you die, Harry?"
"What do you mean, Renate?" He had come to stand next to her.
"Are they angels?"
"Angels?" He repeated it slowly. She nodded. "Who's 'they'?"
"Mein Mutter und Schwestern- They died, long ago. They lived lives well, are they angels?" She looked severly at Harry. "Are good people angels, and the bad ghosts?"
Harry merely stared at her. He would have NEVER thought any Slytherin capable of saying anything worth pondering. "I- I- I think, that if you want to protect your loved ones, you would become an angel. Like a ghost- only with your family. Ghosts aren't always bad people. Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington is a nice fellow-- I think those who can't come to the realization that they've died are ghosts, and stay behind to try to relive their lives as they once were."
Renate had turned towards the lake again. "Angles gave up reliving to be with the loves of theirs?" Harry nodded. He really had no clue what he was talking about, but it sounded right to say. He wasn't even sure he believed in angels himself, but if it made her happy to hear it-- "Deinen Eltern sind Englen, Herr Potter. Ich glaube das." She looked into his eyes, sadly.
Harry became uneasy. "Do you feel that?"
Renate stared at him funny, her pale face sallow looking in the sun. "What?"
Harry looked around as a dark cloaked figure entered the great doors. "Stonewall..."
"Entschuldig?"
"Nichts, nichts. Es tut mir leid, fuer erschrecken Sie." Harry said to her absentmindedly. "Ich muesse weg jetzt gehen." She saw her starring at him. "Was sage ich?"
"Sie sprechen Deutsch!" Her eyes were large and suprised.
"Nein, ich spreche Deutsch nicht, warum sagen-" Harry paused. "I am speaking German, aren't I?"
Renate looked pleased, but in an odd way. "Warum sagen Sie mich nicht vor?"
"I swear I didn't know!" Harry looked at his watch. "Gulppin' Gargoyles! I'm twenty minutes late for class! I'm sorry Renate, but I've got to go!" He looked at her, but she was sad again.
"Go..." she repeated softly, nearly inaudiable.
"I'll talk with you later, alright?"
"Later..."
"Uh- bye."
"Bye..." She then said something he understood, "Watch yourself," but it wasn't any German he recognized, he wasn't even sure why he knew what she said. Harry watched her face as he slowly backed away. It was distant and her reddish eyes glowed oddly because of the reflection of the grass.
Harry turned and ran away from her, to Hagrid's hut. A few yards away from the hut, he was met by a teary-eyed Hermione. "Hermes- what's wrong?" "Oh HARRY! You're alright! I'm so happy-" she broke into heavy sobs.
"What are you talking about?"
"You were sick looking, then you got SUPER paraniod and threatened the teacher like that, and on his first day!" Harry wasn't sure if he was supposed to be feeling sorry for Professor Stonewall. "Then you left and didn't come to class! And then- then- " she burst into sobs again, and took out a wrinkled peice of parchment from a pocket. Harry took it from her.
"What's this?" He read aloud:
Daily Prophet
by rita skeeter
The Ministry of Magic has evidence to believe that a Dangerous Dark Wizard is about.
The Wizard attacked the home of MUggle family, the residence of Harry Potter.
Although we could not get any Members of the Ministry to give a formal statement,
we have come to the conclusion that Harry Potter is in mortal danger. Dark Magic
Exprets say that the attacker could only be from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, because
it used an inaccurately aimed Adavra Kedavra. Past Death Eaters have
propshisied the coming of a 'hooded likeness of [You-Know-Who]'. The attacker can
only be what has been foreseen, it is called 'Heath's Death' by many Dark wizards.
It is merciless and ewperts are dumbfounded on why it hasn't attacked again. Some
say he, like his master, has lost power, but other spectulate that he is lying in wait.
Hary sighed. "Rita's at it again. I thought you guys made a deal?"
Hermione stared at him blankly. "That's not the point! The point is some one is after you!" Her eyes were welling up again.
"We need to talk," Harry said semi-casulally. He wasn't expecting the Daily Prophet to get a hold of the story. "Where's Ron?"
"In the hut with Hagrid... Hagrid read the article and started crying! He had to cancel class because of it." Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him inside the hut, where he saw Ron consoling a weeping Hagrid.
"Is et true?" Hagrid asked when Harry walked in.
"To a point. The Dursleys were attcked and there were green burn marks on the wall. I watched it on an instant replay thing, it was after me. That's why I had to stay those days with you, Hermione, it wasn't safe at home. And then, recently, I've been getting these feelings- this horrible feeling. Some one has been watching me." Harry watched their shocked faces.
"Why didn't you say anything before!?" Ron was staring at him in disbelief.
"Your dad told me not to. He said people didn't need to know, it would only make people worry. See? He was right." Harry watched Ron's face as he explained. Ron sat thinking for some time afterward.
"This is serious then, Harry." Their eyes met. "And you think--that Stonewall is behind it? I can see wear you are coming from. He's creepy, doesn't talk, and wears grey robes. Makes perfect sense to me."
"Yeh might beh right there, Ron. I know all the teachers 'ere, but I never talked wit that Stonewall feller. I dun even know where he came from, a'fore he came ter 'Ogwarts. I thinks he's a mighty strange wizard, 'ee is." Hagrid added, suddenly looking interested.
"I think- I think Renate has something to do with this." They turned and looked at Hermione.
"Renate? But she's so nice! You're just jealous 'cause she has more guys around her than you do!" Hermione glared at Ron.
"I can't believe you just said that. YOU of all people should know me better than that!" Hermione's eyes flashed angrily, then set themselves cool. "No, I was suggesting that she's too quiet for her own good, and she suddenly shows up at the begining of the school, transferring into a fifth year from a school in Germany that Professor Dumbledore had never even heard of." Harry knew she was till hurt, but she was doing a pretty good job covering up for it.
"Why are you so suspicious of Renate?" Ron wasn't going to drop it.
Hermione smiled cunningly. "I translated the name of her school, Brennen Angst. It means 'Burning Fear'. There's no such school in the Herz Mountains. She made it up. Renate's a fraud." Harry gaped at Hermione. Why had she put so much into figuring Renate out? Did she just not like the German girl, or had she been sispicious of her the entire time?
Ron shook his head. "Fine-- so we have TWO suspects, but I still think Stonewall is the most dangerous."
Harry spoke after being quiet for so long. "I agree with Ron. Stonewall, well -" He fidigted uncomfortablely. "He knows too much."
Hagrid narrowed his eyes. "What er yeh talking 'bout?"
"Earlier, when I was in his class... He wrote something on my parchment. It said 'You know who this is, don't you Harry James Potter.'" Harry looked up. "I'm not even sure I have a middle name!"
Hagrid looked scared. "You do, your middle name is James, after your father."
Harry cringed, how did Stonewall know more about Harry than Harry did? "That's not all, it then said- 'I'm watching you', or something like that. I got that feeling again... He was trying to stare into my soul again."
"Is that when you started to shake and left class?" Hermione asked intensly. Harry nodded. "That explains alot. Stonewall does seem to be the more likely of the two, I'll give you that Ron." Ron smiled, he was winning. Hagrid was thinking hard.
"You'd better be going, I need ter talk wit Professor Dumbledore as soon as possible. C'mon, scat!" Harry, Hermione, and Ron were actually being kicked out of Hagrid's Hut.
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Meisako: Today's guest is Oliver Wood, former Gryffindor Quidditch Captian and graduate from Hogwarts. Welcome
Wood: I'm glad I could be here, Meisako. But I'm sort of wondering why you asked me here, I'm not in the story anymore!
Meisako: Or are you?
Wood: Do you know something I don't?
Meisako: No, just messing with your head.
Wood: Oh-
Meisako: So, how does some one get to be Quidditch Captain?
Wood: The past captain submits a name to their Head of House. Simple, really. Captain also submits names of people to fill in empty positions. The Head of House takes these into consideration, but doesn't have to abide by them.
Meisako: Did you submit a name?
Wood: *smirk* Of course. The captain must, of course, already be a member of the team, and has played for at least three consecutive years.
Meisako: *nods* Mhh mhhh. I see, and now that you're gone from the team, who do you think is capable of filling the free Keeper position?
Wood: I've had my eye on Seamus Finnigan, even though he's a bit of a clutz. I've also given thought to Renae Boldure (she's a fourth year) and that other Weasley boy. If he had a better broomstick- And, believe it or not, Neville Longbottom.
Meisako: NEVILLE? How do you figure he'd be good at Keeper?
Wood: Oh, he's good at taking hits, and staying on his broom. I saw him that day the Malfoy kid took his Remembrall (I had turned away before seeing Harry Potter in action, pity). He doesn't need to remember where he needs to be as long as he blocks those posts! Hahah! Anyway, being a Kepper doesn't really demand agaility.
Meisako: I guess I see where you're coming from, but NEVILLE?
Wood: Neville's a good person, give him achance. By the way, when are you going to add some Quidditch to this story? And where's Hedwig gone off to?
Meisako: Hedwig? Quidditch? I KNEW I forgot something! Actually, Hedwig will be back soon, I guess I'll make my next chapter a Quidditch practice. Sound alright to you?
Wood: Terrific! Splendid! Hey, mind if you invite me back, for ONE last practice? PLEASE!!??
Meisako: Heh heh. I'll see what I can do!
Wood: Really? I love you! *gives a big wet kiss on her cheek*
Meisako: Uh - thanks, I guess.
Read the next chapter when we interview the new Quidditch Captain and Keeper for Gryffindor! (Promises to be VERY WEIRD!!!)
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 Eight: Suspicions
Renate gazed over the lake into the forest, her eyes as sorrowful as ever. "Renate?" She didn't look at him, instead watched a cloud float lazily over the trees.
"What happens when you die, Harry?"
"What do you mean, Renate?" He had come to stand next to her.
"Are they angels?"
"Angels?" He repeated it slowly. She nodded. "Who's 'they'?"
"Mein Mutter und Schwestern- They died, long ago. They lived lives well, are they angels?" She looked severly at Harry. "Are good people angels, and the bad ghosts?"
Harry merely stared at her. He would have NEVER thought any Slytherin capable of saying anything worth pondering. "I- I- I think, that if you want to protect your loved ones, you would become an angel. Like a ghost- only with your family. Ghosts aren't always bad people. Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington is a nice fellow-- I think those who can't come to the realization that they've died are ghosts, and stay behind to try to relive their lives as they once were."
Renate had turned towards the lake again. "Angles gave up reliving to be with the loves of theirs?" Harry nodded. He really had no clue what he was talking about, but it sounded right to say. He wasn't even sure he believed in angels himself, but if it made her happy to hear it-- "Deinen Eltern sind Englen, Herr Potter. Ich glaube das." She looked into his eyes, sadly.
Harry became uneasy. "Do you feel that?"
Renate stared at him funny, her pale face sallow looking in the sun. "What?"
Harry looked around as a dark cloaked figure entered the great doors. "Stonewall..."
"Entschuldig?"
"Nichts, nichts. Es tut mir leid, fuer erschrecken Sie." Harry said to her absentmindedly. "Ich muesse weg jetzt gehen." She saw her starring at him. "Was sage ich?"
"Sie sprechen Deutsch!" Her eyes were large and suprised.
"Nein, ich spreche Deutsch nicht, warum sagen-" Harry paused. "I am speaking German, aren't I?"
Renate looked pleased, but in an odd way. "Warum sagen Sie mich nicht vor?"
"I swear I didn't know!" Harry looked at his watch. "Gulppin' Gargoyles! I'm twenty minutes late for class! I'm sorry Renate, but I've got to go!" He looked at her, but she was sad again.
"Go..." she repeated softly, nearly inaudiable.
"I'll talk with you later, alright?"
"Later..."
"Uh- bye."
"Bye..." She then said something he understood, "Watch yourself," but it wasn't any German he recognized, he wasn't even sure why he knew what she said. Harry watched her face as he slowly backed away. It was distant and her reddish eyes glowed oddly because of the reflection of the grass.
Harry turned and ran away from her, to Hagrid's hut. A few yards away from the hut, he was met by a teary-eyed Hermione. "Hermes- what's wrong?" "Oh HARRY! You're alright! I'm so happy-" she broke into heavy sobs.
"What are you talking about?"
"You were sick looking, then you got SUPER paraniod and threatened the teacher like that, and on his first day!" Harry wasn't sure if he was supposed to be feeling sorry for Professor Stonewall. "Then you left and didn't come to class! And then- then- " she burst into sobs again, and took out a wrinkled peice of parchment from a pocket. Harry took it from her.
"What's this?" He read aloud:
by rita skeeter
The Ministry of Magic has evidence to believe that a Dangerous Dark Wizard is about.
The Wizard attacked the home of MUggle family, the residence of Harry Potter.
Although we could not get any Members of the Ministry to give a formal statement,
we have come to the conclusion that Harry Potter is in mortal danger. Dark Magic
Exprets say that the attacker could only be from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, because
it used an inaccurately aimed Adavra Kedavra. Past Death Eaters have
propshisied the coming of a 'hooded likeness of [You-Know-Who]'. The attacker can
only be what has been foreseen, it is called 'Heath's Death' by many Dark wizards.
It is merciless and ewperts are dumbfounded on why it hasn't attacked again. Some
say he, like his master, has lost power, but other spectulate that he is lying in wait.
Hary sighed. "Rita's at it again. I thought you guys made a deal?"
Hermione stared at him blankly. "That's not the point! The point is some one is after you!" Her eyes were welling up again.
"We need to talk," Harry said semi-casulally. He wasn't expecting the Daily Prophet to get a hold of the story. "Where's Ron?"
"In the hut with Hagrid... Hagrid read the article and started crying! He had to cancel class because of it." Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him inside the hut, where he saw Ron consoling a weeping Hagrid.
"Is et true?" Hagrid asked when Harry walked in.
"To a point. The Dursleys were attcked and there were green burn marks on the wall. I watched it on an instant replay thing, it was after me. That's why I had to stay those days with you, Hermione, it wasn't safe at home. And then, recently, I've been getting these feelings- this horrible feeling. Some one has been watching me." Harry watched their shocked faces.
"Why didn't you say anything before!?" Ron was staring at him in disbelief.
"Your dad told me not to. He said people didn't need to know, it would only make people worry. See? He was right." Harry watched Ron's face as he explained. Ron sat thinking for some time afterward.
"This is serious then, Harry." Their eyes met. "And you think--that Stonewall is behind it? I can see wear you are coming from. He's creepy, doesn't talk, and wears grey robes. Makes perfect sense to me."
"Yeh might beh right there, Ron. I know all the teachers 'ere, but I never talked wit that Stonewall feller. I dun even know where he came from, a'fore he came ter 'Ogwarts. I thinks he's a mighty strange wizard, 'ee is." Hagrid added, suddenly looking interested.
"I think- I think Renate has something to do with this." They turned and looked at Hermione.
"Renate? But she's so nice! You're just jealous 'cause she has more guys around her than you do!" Hermione glared at Ron.
"I can't believe you just said that. YOU of all people should know me better than that!" Hermione's eyes flashed angrily, then set themselves cool. "No, I was suggesting that she's too quiet for her own good, and she suddenly shows up at the begining of the school, transferring into a fifth year from a school in Germany that Professor Dumbledore had never even heard of." Harry knew she was till hurt, but she was doing a pretty good job covering up for it.
"Why are you so suspicious of Renate?" Ron wasn't going to drop it.
Hermione smiled cunningly. "I translated the name of her school, Brennen Angst. It means 'Burning Fear'. There's no such school in the Herz Mountains. She made it up. Renate's a fraud." Harry gaped at Hermione. Why had she put so much into figuring Renate out? Did she just not like the German girl, or had she been sispicious of her the entire time?
Ron shook his head. "Fine-- so we have TWO suspects, but I still think Stonewall is the most dangerous."
Harry spoke after being quiet for so long. "I agree with Ron. Stonewall, well -" He fidigted uncomfortablely. "He knows too much."
Hagrid narrowed his eyes. "What er yeh talking 'bout?"
"Earlier, when I was in his class... He wrote something on my parchment. It said 'You know who this is, don't you Harry James Potter.'" Harry looked up. "I'm not even sure I have a middle name!"
Hagrid looked scared. "You do, your middle name is James, after your father."
Harry cringed, how did Stonewall know more about Harry than Harry did? "That's not all, it then said- 'I'm watching you', or something like that. I got that feeling again... He was trying to stare into my soul again."
"Is that when you started to shake and left class?" Hermione asked intensly. Harry nodded. "That explains alot. Stonewall does seem to be the more likely of the two, I'll give you that Ron." Ron smiled, he was winning. Hagrid was thinking hard.
"You'd better be going, I need ter talk wit Professor Dumbledore as soon as possible. C'mon, scat!" Harry, Hermione, and Ron were actually being kicked out of Hagrid's Hut.
Meisako: Today's guest is Oliver Wood, former Gryffindor Quidditch Captian and graduate from Hogwarts. Welcome
Wood: I'm glad I could be here, Meisako. But I'm sort of wondering why you asked me here, I'm not in the story anymore!
Meisako: Or are you?
Wood: Do you know something I don't?
Meisako: No, just messing with your head.
Wood: Oh-
Meisako: So, how does some one get to be Quidditch Captain?
Wood: The past captain submits a name to their Head of House. Simple, really. Captain also submits names of people to fill in empty positions. The Head of House takes these into consideration, but doesn't have to abide by them.
Meisako: Did you submit a name?
Wood: *smirk* Of course. The captain must, of course, already be a member of the team, and has played for at least three consecutive years.
Meisako: *nods* Mhh mhhh. I see, and now that you're gone from the team, who do you think is capable of filling the free Keeper position?
Wood: I've had my eye on Seamus Finnigan, even though he's a bit of a clutz. I've also given thought to Renae Boldure (she's a fourth year) and that other Weasley boy. If he had a better broomstick- And, believe it or not, Neville Longbottom.
Meisako: NEVILLE? How do you figure he'd be good at Keeper?
Wood: Oh, he's good at taking hits, and staying on his broom. I saw him that day the Malfoy kid took his Remembrall (I had turned away before seeing Harry Potter in action, pity). He doesn't need to remember where he needs to be as long as he blocks those posts! Hahah! Anyway, being a Kepper doesn't really demand agaility.
Meisako: I guess I see where you're coming from, but NEVILLE?
Wood: Neville's a good person, give him achance. By the way, when are you going to add some Quidditch to this story? And where's Hedwig gone off to?
Meisako: Hedwig? Quidditch? I KNEW I forgot something! Actually, Hedwig will be back soon, I guess I'll make my next chapter a Quidditch practice. Sound alright to you?
Wood: Terrific! Splendid! Hey, mind if you invite me back, for ONE last practice? PLEASE!!??
Meisako: Heh heh. I'll see what I can do!
Wood: Really? I love you! *gives a big wet kiss on her cheek*
Meisako: Uh - thanks, I guess.
Read the next chapter when we interview the new Quidditch Captain and Keeper for Gryffindor! (Promises to be VERY WEIRD!!!)