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 THIRTEEN: Victims
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I want to give a special thanks to those of you who have been faithful in reviewing my Fan Fiction:
Rachel, Leanne, Amanda J, SuNnY GuRL, Lotesse, Kitty c, and Hermione Radcliffe.
If it hadn't been for you guys, I don't think I'd keep writing! Love ya and I would never tire of hearing from you!
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After supper, Hermione and Harry were in a somewhat much better mood than they had been in before and decided to talk on their way back to the Gryffindor common rooms. Behind them there seemed to be two people, both first years. By the way they talked and giggled, Harry assumed they were boyfriend and girlfriend.
Hermione sighed, "Love birds--" Harry saw them as they turned the corner. It was Justin Kutch, a Gryffindor, and Raye Haak, Slytherin. Besides the fact that they were much too young, he thought it odd that two people from complete opposite houses could like each other. Then he thought of Ron and Renate. Okay, maybe it wasn't such a rash idea after all. As they continued to move down the corridor, Harry could still hear them giggle. Suddenly, it was quiet.
"Probably kissing," Hermione said when Harry pointed it out. It might have been so--
Then he heard it. "Stay away from her!"
"Justin, no!"
"Raye!" There was a loud scream, peircing through Harry's ear drums, followed by a moanful wail. Hermione slumped to the ground and covered her ears.
It was silent.
"No--" Harry breathed and quickly retraced his steps. Two black masses layed on the floor, two black robed students. "NO!"
Hermione had finally caughten up with him. "Oh dear Go-" Her eyes were wide with terror. "I'll get Professor MdGonagall..."
"No, get Dumbledore! Hurry!" Hermione ran back to the Great Hall, passing several other students on the way. Harry felt for the vital signs- They were alive, but-- they were just like Ron. He looked down the hall to were the attacker must have vanished, but he only saw students.
"Brandon, what happened?"
"I don't know, Debbie-- Harry, what happened?"
Harry ignored the prying first years and merely shook his head. The crowd was becoming too thick for Harry to handle. He seemed to be claustrophobic. There were several shrieks and gasps as the students in the back of the mob heard what was going on.
"Harry? Was ist es?" Harry saw Renate standing there. She was a bit taken back by the scene.
"Ich wirklich weiss nicht was geschah, Reante. Bitte stehen Sie zurück. Herr Professor Dumbledore sollte kommen jede mögliche Minute." Renate nodded at Harry and moved aside. Harry noticed her eyes were cold and sad, more than usual. Draco Malfoy, who was also in the group, sneered.
"What did you say to her, Potter? And how do you know German? You've never been to Germany!" Crabb and Goyle grunted in agreement and the students in the front hushed and looked at Harry suspiciously. Harry felt as if he had invented a new shade of red.
"I thought Harry to German speak. Have you a problem with that, Mr. Malfoy?" Draco frowned at Harry, but said nothing to Renate.
"Hey!" some one shouted as a girl pushed her way through the crowd. It was Hermione and she was gasping for air. She had obviously run the entire way.
A loud, thundering vioce soon scattered the students. "Return to your common rooms this instant!" In a matter of seconds, Hermione, Harry, and Renate were the only students left. Dumbledore turned kindly Harry and Hermione. "Once I have asked you a few a few questions, you too must return to your common rooms." Harry nodded but Renate stood uncomfortably.
"Entschuldigung ich Herr Professor, ich werde gehen-" Renate curtsied slightly and turned down the hall way. Professor Snape, who had mysteriously appeared along with the other teachers, watched her go.
"Poor girl's traumatized..." McGonagall nodded stiffly to Snape's comment. Harry stood uncomfortably under the invisible gaze of Stonewall..
"Did you see the attack, Harry?" asked the headmaster. Harry shook his head.
"I did hear the attack, though. I heard them scream, and then there-- there was a wailing sound, like crying, but only sadder." Harry added. Dumbledore nodded.
"Very well. Please return to your common room."
After traveling three corridors and two stairwells, Harry stopped. "Hermione, do you hear that?"
"I don't hear anything," she whispered in reply. "What is it?"
"Some one's talking--"
Hermione looked around them. "But Harry, I don't see any one!"
"Sh-h!" He hushed her and motioned to an open classroom door. Inside they saw RENATE. "She's talking to herself!" He whispered.
"No she's not!" Hermione whispered back.
"Yes she is! She says she needs to study harder to pass the tests-" Harry paused and turned to Hermione. "You are sure you don't hear he talking?"
Hermione froze mid-nod. "Harry, she's hissing. I think Renate is a Parseltongue!" Harry clamped his hand over her mouth, but nodded.
"Let's go- quick!"
By the next morning, every one in the entire school knew what happened to Justin and Raye, but began to twist the reason.
Cole Miller, a first year Ravenclaw, said, "Mrs. Norris, you know, Flich's cat? Well, I hear she's a starving Animgus and lurks in the shadows to eat the souls of unsuspecting students!" She leaned across the table and spoke in a low voice to Phil Williams. He and others nodded in agreement.
"Naw," said McCanns, a ghost who liked to haunt the Ravenclaw girl's dormitories (much to the displeasure of the Ravenclaw girls). "Whenever Harry Potter flagilates, whoever's behind him keel over dead!"
"Oh, gross!" Melissa Pomeroy, a fourth year, threw her Divination book at him, to no avail, it passed through him and landed in Cole's porrige. "Oh, I'm sorry Cole!"
"Yeah, sorry-" She was trying to wipe the splattered breakfast off the front of the robes, throwing McCanns an icey glare when he offered to help.
At the Slytherin table, however, Draco had concocted a scheme of his own. The attacker didn't like intermixxed house relationships.
"But what about that Ron kid? He wasn't dating any one from another house." said Nathan Maxwell, another 1st year. Draco just snorted.
"No one liked him anyways, I'm surprised the stupid git wasn't attacked sooner!" The table agreed.
The Hufflepuffs burst into loud fits of laughter and concluded Ben Carter was the funniest man alive. That was about it.
The Gryffindors only knew too well what was happening. The attacker, whoever or whatever it was, was after Harry Potter. Whoever got in the way, was DEALT with. The entire student body eyed Harry suspiciously whenever he passed. Despite their house, every one knew the attacks had to do, in one way or another, with Harry.
More than two weeks passed without incident, making nearly everyone forget about the attacks (but not about the victims). The Ministry Members decided NOT to close Hogwarts, seeing how the victims were still alive. Mr. Weasley had desperately wanted to take Ron home, but Harry convinced him that Hogwarts was the safest place for him, if there were ever a chance for him to return to normal.
As the days passed, Harry felt the uneasy feeling he had gotten before slowly diminishing, until he rarely noticed it. But when he did feel it, it was always in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. And everyday, Harry noticed Stonewall acting more and more suspicious.
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Meisako: I'll be perfectly honest. I've had a bad day and I don't want to have an interview. Besides, I've run out of people to interview! If you've got an idea, or want me to interview YOU, please just email me at Katsy2004@aol.com, or if that is too much, just put it in with the reviews. :)
That still doesn't explain my awful terrible horrible no-good bad day. So that's an allusion, so what? Any way-- It started off with me having to wake up at 4:30 in the morning because my alarm clock is a peice of junk and can't tell the difference between 4 and 5 am. I needed to shower, so I planned on waking up early, BUT NO!! An hour and one half is too early! Then I had a fight with my friend over who got the front seat! She won... My other friend was complaing about another of my friends, how she didn;t like her attitude or something. What, am I suddenly EVERYONE'S pysciotrist? I can't even spell! Then I got this horrible stomache ache! It must have been those three day old doughnuts I had for breakfast- Anyway, then I forgot to do one of my assignments in Algebra II and got a BAD grade!!! Not fun. In fourth block, some one messed with the teacher's refridgerator and 6 cans of Pepsi exploded, shooting this sticky stuff every where, ESPECIALLY one my project, which I have to REDO because it is illegiable now! Oh, and it only gets better! I sat on a peice of gum and it was on both the inside and outside of my skirt! So my skirt was stuck to to the chair, and my RUMP was stuck to my skirt! All in all, that means my fanny was stuck to the chair. And my teacher LAUGHED at me! *sob* Then I had to turn my skirt around, which was completely ruined, might I add, so my butt wouldn't stick to the bus seat! My perverted bus driver just happened to noticed that the zipped to my skirt was in a back and not in front like it usually is (really, just HAPPENED, right?), and so I was embarrassed the rest of the day! Now I somehow need to come up with $165 to go on a trip with my chior! *sniffles* I don't have a job! My day was just, well, BAD.
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 THIRTEEN: Victims
I want to give a special thanks to those of you who have been faithful in reviewing my Fan Fiction:
Rachel, Leanne, Amanda J, SuNnY GuRL, Lotesse, Kitty c, and Hermione Radcliffe.
If it hadn't been for you guys, I don't think I'd keep writing! Love ya and I would never tire of hearing from you!
* * * * * *
After supper, Hermione and Harry were in a somewhat much better mood than they had been in before and decided to talk on their way back to the Gryffindor common rooms. Behind them there seemed to be two people, both first years. By the way they talked and giggled, Harry assumed they were boyfriend and girlfriend.
Hermione sighed, "Love birds--" Harry saw them as they turned the corner. It was Justin Kutch, a Gryffindor, and Raye Haak, Slytherin. Besides the fact that they were much too young, he thought it odd that two people from complete opposite houses could like each other. Then he thought of Ron and Renate. Okay, maybe it wasn't such a rash idea after all. As they continued to move down the corridor, Harry could still hear them giggle. Suddenly, it was quiet.
"Probably kissing," Hermione said when Harry pointed it out. It might have been so--
Then he heard it. "Stay away from her!"
"Justin, no!"
"Raye!" There was a loud scream, peircing through Harry's ear drums, followed by a moanful wail. Hermione slumped to the ground and covered her ears.
It was silent.
"No--" Harry breathed and quickly retraced his steps. Two black masses layed on the floor, two black robed students. "NO!"
Hermione had finally caughten up with him. "Oh dear Go-" Her eyes were wide with terror. "I'll get Professor MdGonagall..."
"No, get Dumbledore! Hurry!" Hermione ran back to the Great Hall, passing several other students on the way. Harry felt for the vital signs- They were alive, but-- they were just like Ron. He looked down the hall to were the attacker must have vanished, but he only saw students.
"Brandon, what happened?"
"I don't know, Debbie-- Harry, what happened?"
Harry ignored the prying first years and merely shook his head. The crowd was becoming too thick for Harry to handle. He seemed to be claustrophobic. There were several shrieks and gasps as the students in the back of the mob heard what was going on.
"Harry? Was ist es?" Harry saw Renate standing there. She was a bit taken back by the scene.
"Ich wirklich weiss nicht was geschah, Reante. Bitte stehen Sie zurück. Herr Professor Dumbledore sollte kommen jede mögliche Minute." Renate nodded at Harry and moved aside. Harry noticed her eyes were cold and sad, more than usual. Draco Malfoy, who was also in the group, sneered.
"What did you say to her, Potter? And how do you know German? You've never been to Germany!" Crabb and Goyle grunted in agreement and the students in the front hushed and looked at Harry suspiciously. Harry felt as if he had invented a new shade of red.
"I thought Harry to German speak. Have you a problem with that, Mr. Malfoy?" Draco frowned at Harry, but said nothing to Renate.
"Hey!" some one shouted as a girl pushed her way through the crowd. It was Hermione and she was gasping for air. She had obviously run the entire way.
A loud, thundering vioce soon scattered the students. "Return to your common rooms this instant!" In a matter of seconds, Hermione, Harry, and Renate were the only students left. Dumbledore turned kindly Harry and Hermione. "Once I have asked you a few a few questions, you too must return to your common rooms." Harry nodded but Renate stood uncomfortably.
"Entschuldigung ich Herr Professor, ich werde gehen-" Renate curtsied slightly and turned down the hall way. Professor Snape, who had mysteriously appeared along with the other teachers, watched her go.
"Poor girl's traumatized..." McGonagall nodded stiffly to Snape's comment. Harry stood uncomfortably under the invisible gaze of Stonewall..
"Did you see the attack, Harry?" asked the headmaster. Harry shook his head.
"I did hear the attack, though. I heard them scream, and then there-- there was a wailing sound, like crying, but only sadder." Harry added. Dumbledore nodded.
"Very well. Please return to your common room."
After traveling three corridors and two stairwells, Harry stopped. "Hermione, do you hear that?"
"I don't hear anything," she whispered in reply. "What is it?"
"Some one's talking--"
Hermione looked around them. "But Harry, I don't see any one!"
"Sh-h!" He hushed her and motioned to an open classroom door. Inside they saw RENATE. "She's talking to herself!" He whispered.
"No she's not!" Hermione whispered back.
"Yes she is! She says she needs to study harder to pass the tests-" Harry paused and turned to Hermione. "You are sure you don't hear he talking?"
Hermione froze mid-nod. "Harry, she's hissing. I think Renate is a Parseltongue!" Harry clamped his hand over her mouth, but nodded.
"Let's go- quick!"
By the next morning, every one in the entire school knew what happened to Justin and Raye, but began to twist the reason.
Cole Miller, a first year Ravenclaw, said, "Mrs. Norris, you know, Flich's cat? Well, I hear she's a starving Animgus and lurks in the shadows to eat the souls of unsuspecting students!" She leaned across the table and spoke in a low voice to Phil Williams. He and others nodded in agreement.
"Naw," said McCanns, a ghost who liked to haunt the Ravenclaw girl's dormitories (much to the displeasure of the Ravenclaw girls). "Whenever Harry Potter flagilates, whoever's behind him keel over dead!"
"Oh, gross!" Melissa Pomeroy, a fourth year, threw her Divination book at him, to no avail, it passed through him and landed in Cole's porrige. "Oh, I'm sorry Cole!"
"Yeah, sorry-" She was trying to wipe the splattered breakfast off the front of the robes, throwing McCanns an icey glare when he offered to help.
At the Slytherin table, however, Draco had concocted a scheme of his own. The attacker didn't like intermixxed house relationships.
"But what about that Ron kid? He wasn't dating any one from another house." said Nathan Maxwell, another 1st year. Draco just snorted.
"No one liked him anyways, I'm surprised the stupid git wasn't attacked sooner!" The table agreed.
The Hufflepuffs burst into loud fits of laughter and concluded Ben Carter was the funniest man alive. That was about it.
The Gryffindors only knew too well what was happening. The attacker, whoever or whatever it was, was after Harry Potter. Whoever got in the way, was DEALT with. The entire student body eyed Harry suspiciously whenever he passed. Despite their house, every one knew the attacks had to do, in one way or another, with Harry.
More than two weeks passed without incident, making nearly everyone forget about the attacks (but not about the victims). The Ministry Members decided NOT to close Hogwarts, seeing how the victims were still alive. Mr. Weasley had desperately wanted to take Ron home, but Harry convinced him that Hogwarts was the safest place for him, if there were ever a chance for him to return to normal.
As the days passed, Harry felt the uneasy feeling he had gotten before slowly diminishing, until he rarely noticed it. But when he did feel it, it was always in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. And everyday, Harry noticed Stonewall acting more and more suspicious.
Meisako: I'll be perfectly honest. I've had a bad day and I don't want to have an interview. Besides, I've run out of people to interview! If you've got an idea, or want me to interview YOU, please just email me at Katsy2004@aol.com, or if that is too much, just put it in with the reviews. :)
That still doesn't explain my awful terrible horrible no-good bad day. So that's an allusion, so what? Any way-- It started off with me having to wake up at 4:30 in the morning because my alarm clock is a peice of junk and can't tell the difference between 4 and 5 am. I needed to shower, so I planned on waking up early, BUT NO!! An hour and one half is too early! Then I had a fight with my friend over who got the front seat! She won... My other friend was complaing about another of my friends, how she didn;t like her attitude or something. What, am I suddenly EVERYONE'S pysciotrist? I can't even spell! Then I got this horrible stomache ache! It must have been those three day old doughnuts I had for breakfast- Anyway, then I forgot to do one of my assignments in Algebra II and got a BAD grade!!! Not fun. In fourth block, some one messed with the teacher's refridgerator and 6 cans of Pepsi exploded, shooting this sticky stuff every where, ESPECIALLY one my project, which I have to REDO because it is illegiable now! Oh, and it only gets better! I sat on a peice of gum and it was on both the inside and outside of my skirt! So my skirt was stuck to to the chair, and my RUMP was stuck to my skirt! All in all, that means my fanny was stuck to the chair. And my teacher LAUGHED at me! *sob* Then I had to turn my skirt around, which was completely ruined, might I add, so my butt wouldn't stick to the bus seat! My perverted bus driver just happened to noticed that the zipped to my skirt was in a back and not in front like it usually is (really, just HAPPENED, right?), and so I was embarrassed the rest of the day! Now I somehow need to come up with $165 to go on a trip with my chior! *sniffles* I don't have a job! My day was just, well, BAD.