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 Fifteen: The Mark
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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, Lotesse, Taracollwen ( SuNnY GuRL), Kitty c., and Hermione Radcliffe. If it hadn't been for you guys, I don't think I'd keep writing! Love ya! Just so you know, I read and re-read each and every review. You are my inspiration! (PS: Kitty c.- Chapter thirteen was just ironic! I never thought about it about that before)
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Harry sat in potions, trying to remember the final ingredient to his Rubber Solution, longing for class to end so he could leave the cold gaze of Snape. Yet Harry dreaded going to Defense Agaisnt the Dark Arts which he had just after lunch. There was something about Hercule Stonewall that no one was telling him. Stonewall's never-speaking-nature didn't fit with the way he seemed to try to act. Stonewall was defineately hiding something, did Dumbledore know about it?
Harry's hand wandered to a beeker of beetle eyes and he counted out twelve, just enough to thicken the potion. It was enough and Harry smiled. His potion was complete. His task was now to preform a common Muggle magic trick, The Rubber Pencil. Harry took a yellow stick of wood and lead off his desk and dipped it up to the eraser in the bubbling purple fluid. Harry let it sit on his desk for a moment to dry before testing it. Sure enough, when he moved his wrist slightly, the pencil wiggled.
Snape peered into the cauldron and wrote something on a parchment he was carrying around. He seemed disappointed- no, now he was pleased. "Nicely done, Mr. Potter, but you were supposed to take the test without your notes. Half off your grade and ten points from Gryffindor for cheating." What notes? The only thing on his desk was a blank peice of parchment.
"Excuse me, Professor Snape, but this sheet has nothing on it." Harry defended.
"Another five from Gryffindor for talking back! I will not tollerate your incompliance to apply yourself to the school rules, Mr. Potter. You are not the famous person you may think you are! Take your seat, in my classroom you will do as I say and take that which I give you." The entire class had turned in their seats to see why Snape had gotten so mad and colder than usual. Harry's face boiled with anger as he sat back in his seat and watched Snape's flowing black robes heading back to the front desk.
Despite Draco Malfoy's punishment from the previous Quidditch match, he still had the cunning to make fun of Harry when a teacher's back was turned. "You've done it this time, Potter. You've officially lost Gryffindor the House Cup!" Malfoy laughed methotically.
Harry sat still for a moment before he realized that Professor Snape had left the room. Hermione poked his shoulder and whispered, "Snape has been in a very foul mood as of late, especially since Professor Stonewall arrived. I saw them bickering on my way to Arithmancy."
Harry leaned in. "Did you hear what they said?"
Hermione shook her head and smiled slightly. "But I did HEAR. Stonewall isn't mute. He was telling Snape something, and it sounded really mean. I couldn't make out the words, but I heard their voices." Harry stared wonderingly as she continued. "It got so feirce, I saw Snape pull out his wand.
Snape had re-entered the dungeon, his face distorted in pure anger. He muttered something profane about a serious back problem. He turned to the class and breathed in deep before begining. "Mr. Malfoy, tell me what an Wittilter Potion does and what the main ingredient it. This is all review from last year, so I expect a prompt answer."
Malfoy nodded importantly. "The Wittilter Potion- erm- raises your-" Malfoy stopped speaking and yelled. "Professor!"
Professor Snape had grabbed his own wrist and was screaming in pain. The teacher had curled himself up into the fetal position and collasped ontop of Malfoy's desk, which he shared with Renate Engl. Harry had never, in all five years of school, seen Snape in so much pain. His face was unbearable to look at. It reminded Harry somewhat of Voldemort's face on the back of Quirrel's head. But that wasn't really happening, right? Snape moved his fingers away from his wrist to look at it.
Harry stared at Snape fearfully. The wrist- The Dark Mark was on Snape's wrist-- Voldemort was calling him, that is why he looked like the Dark Lord himself... Harry shuddered and began to feel sick to his stomache. Harry fell to his knees and had the sudden urge to vomit. Everyone backed away from him as he lost his breakfast and a chocolate frog. Hermione stood on a stool to get out of his way.
"Harry?" Hermione was plugging her nose. "Are you okay?"
Students were now backed into corners and pushed away from tables, except for Renate. Her eyes were large and fearful and her hands clasped tightly on each other upon her chest, as if she was having painful heart spasms, breathing sharp, shallow breaths.
"Harry! Renate is going into shock! We need to support her fee-" Hermione hopped off the stool but was stopped when a pug-faced Slytherin knocked her into an empty cauldron.
"Professor!" Pansy Parkinson had rushed over to help Snape. She was trying to get him to stand when he pushed her off him. He was staring in horror at his wrist when the door opened. Professor McGonagall walked in.
"Severus! What in the world was going on in he-"
"I must speak with Dumbledore!" Snape suddenly ran past her wildly.
McGonagall simply stared after him before turning to the loud and frantic classroom. "Students, PLEASE! Would ONE of you kindly tell me what just occurred here and why your teacher was having a mad fit?" the class spoke at once but she raised her hand. "I repeat, ONE student." She eyed the room to find the least traumatized student. "Mr. Crabbe?" Vincent Crabbe, one of the two Draco Malfoy lackys looked up. "What happened?"
Crabbe placed a fat finger to his lip as he thought for a moment. "Professor Snape was asking questions to the class when he started screaming and grabbing his wrist-" McGonagall gasped "and the Potter got sick over there--" he pointed to Harry and McGonagall looked slightly scraed "--and then the Professor kinda spasmsed out like this--" Crabbe fell onto his table and shook violently. "And then you came in." he said straightening his robes. A few students giggled at his protrayal of the recent events.
"Wrist, did you say?" Various students nodded and McGonagall turned to leave, but said before going: "Students, you are you return to your Common Rooms until lunch. Then you will follow with your normal classes. Further information will be given at dinner. You are excused." She watched them leave and smiled weakly at Harry as he passed. "Have faith Harry. All will be well." Harry was confused. Why did he keep hearing that?
At dinner that night in the Great Hall (the enchanted ceiling was grey with minimal clouds) Snape wasn't there, neither was Stonewall. There was a correlation amongst them, but HOW? What was the relationship with those two?
Dumbledore stood to address the students, they hushed. "Professor Snape has been- taken ill and Professor Stonewall.... Professor Stonewall was called away-" His eyes were saddened, no longer twinkling or smiling. "Until we have replacements, Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts will be postponed. Please do keep up with the subjects, however, seeing how some of you have Ordinary Wizarding Level test to take this year. Now, I believe that's all we hav-"
"i've got it!" the large wooden doors opened wide and students throughout the Hall turned to see who was there. "I've found the solution!" Madam Pomfrey ran down the Hall, her hair wildly amess and looked as through she hadn't slept much in the past few days. She had a very large book in her arms opened somewhere near the back of it. When she reached the Headmaster at the High Table, she bagan talking in a hushed voice and pointed to things written. Dumbledore began to smile, his eyes begining to twinkle.
"It would seem, that our fellow Slytherin and Gryffindors should be returning to there normal selves within the next month." Voices began talking ceaselessly. Hermione stood.
"How is this possible, Professor?" It was the loudest Harry had ever heard her speak before.
He smiled. "Only a Dementor may completely take a person's soul, anything else is merely a lost soul. Poppy has checked out every book from the library in order to discover it. It seems a saiance is in order to find the lost spirits." More whispers echoed throughout the room. "Now now! Let us eat and rejoice in these glad tidings!"
A deafening applause rang out. Ron was coming back!
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Meisako: For the THIRD time in a row, or maybe fourth, I do not have an interveiw.
This is what you have all been waiting for, right? For Ron to come back? Well, technically, he's not here yet- But here it is in writing! It's a promise that all of you Ron-lovers out there are pleased.
*methodical laughter* After Ron returns, I think the story will take a twist at one point or another. I can't say it! It would spoil everything, but it will be a twist you would have never imagined! It came to me in a dream- Pure genius! *methodical laughter* I like methodical laughing, it's sooo methodical!
I just feel like promoting this site today: http://www.expage.com/hogwarts2202 this is Hogwarts and we are begining to run smoothly. hope to see you there!
I have a new E-Mail: Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com Please email me! :) I'd like that.
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 Fifteen: The Mark
I want to give a special thanks to those of you who have been faithful in reviewing my Fan Fiction: Rachel, Leanne, Amanda J, Lotesse, Taracollwen ( SuNnY GuRL), Kitty c., and Hermione Radcliffe. If it hadn't been for you guys, I don't think I'd keep writing! Love ya! Just so you know, I read and re-read each and every review. You are my inspiration! (PS: Kitty c.- Chapter thirteen was just ironic! I never thought about it about that before)
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Harry sat in potions, trying to remember the final ingredient to his Rubber Solution, longing for class to end so he could leave the cold gaze of Snape. Yet Harry dreaded going to Defense Agaisnt the Dark Arts which he had just after lunch. There was something about Hercule Stonewall that no one was telling him. Stonewall's never-speaking-nature didn't fit with the way he seemed to try to act. Stonewall was defineately hiding something, did Dumbledore know about it?
Harry's hand wandered to a beeker of beetle eyes and he counted out twelve, just enough to thicken the potion. It was enough and Harry smiled. His potion was complete. His task was now to preform a common Muggle magic trick, The Rubber Pencil. Harry took a yellow stick of wood and lead off his desk and dipped it up to the eraser in the bubbling purple fluid. Harry let it sit on his desk for a moment to dry before testing it. Sure enough, when he moved his wrist slightly, the pencil wiggled.
Snape peered into the cauldron and wrote something on a parchment he was carrying around. He seemed disappointed- no, now he was pleased. "Nicely done, Mr. Potter, but you were supposed to take the test without your notes. Half off your grade and ten points from Gryffindor for cheating." What notes? The only thing on his desk was a blank peice of parchment.
"Excuse me, Professor Snape, but this sheet has nothing on it." Harry defended.
"Another five from Gryffindor for talking back! I will not tollerate your incompliance to apply yourself to the school rules, Mr. Potter. You are not the famous person you may think you are! Take your seat, in my classroom you will do as I say and take that which I give you." The entire class had turned in their seats to see why Snape had gotten so mad and colder than usual. Harry's face boiled with anger as he sat back in his seat and watched Snape's flowing black robes heading back to the front desk.
Despite Draco Malfoy's punishment from the previous Quidditch match, he still had the cunning to make fun of Harry when a teacher's back was turned. "You've done it this time, Potter. You've officially lost Gryffindor the House Cup!" Malfoy laughed methotically.
Harry sat still for a moment before he realized that Professor Snape had left the room. Hermione poked his shoulder and whispered, "Snape has been in a very foul mood as of late, especially since Professor Stonewall arrived. I saw them bickering on my way to Arithmancy."
Harry leaned in. "Did you hear what they said?"
Hermione shook her head and smiled slightly. "But I did HEAR. Stonewall isn't mute. He was telling Snape something, and it sounded really mean. I couldn't make out the words, but I heard their voices." Harry stared wonderingly as she continued. "It got so feirce, I saw Snape pull out his wand.
Snape had re-entered the dungeon, his face distorted in pure anger. He muttered something profane about a serious back problem. He turned to the class and breathed in deep before begining. "Mr. Malfoy, tell me what an Wittilter Potion does and what the main ingredient it. This is all review from last year, so I expect a prompt answer."
Malfoy nodded importantly. "The Wittilter Potion- erm- raises your-" Malfoy stopped speaking and yelled. "Professor!"
Professor Snape had grabbed his own wrist and was screaming in pain. The teacher had curled himself up into the fetal position and collasped ontop of Malfoy's desk, which he shared with Renate Engl. Harry had never, in all five years of school, seen Snape in so much pain. His face was unbearable to look at. It reminded Harry somewhat of Voldemort's face on the back of Quirrel's head. But that wasn't really happening, right? Snape moved his fingers away from his wrist to look at it.
Harry stared at Snape fearfully. The wrist- The Dark Mark was on Snape's wrist-- Voldemort was calling him, that is why he looked like the Dark Lord himself... Harry shuddered and began to feel sick to his stomache. Harry fell to his knees and had the sudden urge to vomit. Everyone backed away from him as he lost his breakfast and a chocolate frog. Hermione stood on a stool to get out of his way.
"Harry?" Hermione was plugging her nose. "Are you okay?"
Students were now backed into corners and pushed away from tables, except for Renate. Her eyes were large and fearful and her hands clasped tightly on each other upon her chest, as if she was having painful heart spasms, breathing sharp, shallow breaths.
"Harry! Renate is going into shock! We need to support her fee-" Hermione hopped off the stool but was stopped when a pug-faced Slytherin knocked her into an empty cauldron.
"Professor!" Pansy Parkinson had rushed over to help Snape. She was trying to get him to stand when he pushed her off him. He was staring in horror at his wrist when the door opened. Professor McGonagall walked in.
"Severus! What in the world was going on in he-"
"I must speak with Dumbledore!" Snape suddenly ran past her wildly.
McGonagall simply stared after him before turning to the loud and frantic classroom. "Students, PLEASE! Would ONE of you kindly tell me what just occurred here and why your teacher was having a mad fit?" the class spoke at once but she raised her hand. "I repeat, ONE student." She eyed the room to find the least traumatized student. "Mr. Crabbe?" Vincent Crabbe, one of the two Draco Malfoy lackys looked up. "What happened?"
Crabbe placed a fat finger to his lip as he thought for a moment. "Professor Snape was asking questions to the class when he started screaming and grabbing his wrist-" McGonagall gasped "and the Potter got sick over there--" he pointed to Harry and McGonagall looked slightly scraed "--and then the Professor kinda spasmsed out like this--" Crabbe fell onto his table and shook violently. "And then you came in." he said straightening his robes. A few students giggled at his protrayal of the recent events.
"Wrist, did you say?" Various students nodded and McGonagall turned to leave, but said before going: "Students, you are you return to your Common Rooms until lunch. Then you will follow with your normal classes. Further information will be given at dinner. You are excused." She watched them leave and smiled weakly at Harry as he passed. "Have faith Harry. All will be well." Harry was confused. Why did he keep hearing that?
At dinner that night in the Great Hall (the enchanted ceiling was grey with minimal clouds) Snape wasn't there, neither was Stonewall. There was a correlation amongst them, but HOW? What was the relationship with those two?
Dumbledore stood to address the students, they hushed. "Professor Snape has been- taken ill and Professor Stonewall.... Professor Stonewall was called away-" His eyes were saddened, no longer twinkling or smiling. "Until we have replacements, Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts will be postponed. Please do keep up with the subjects, however, seeing how some of you have Ordinary Wizarding Level test to take this year. Now, I believe that's all we hav-"
"i've got it!" the large wooden doors opened wide and students throughout the Hall turned to see who was there. "I've found the solution!" Madam Pomfrey ran down the Hall, her hair wildly amess and looked as through she hadn't slept much in the past few days. She had a very large book in her arms opened somewhere near the back of it. When she reached the Headmaster at the High Table, she bagan talking in a hushed voice and pointed to things written. Dumbledore began to smile, his eyes begining to twinkle.
"It would seem, that our fellow Slytherin and Gryffindors should be returning to there normal selves within the next month." Voices began talking ceaselessly. Hermione stood.
"How is this possible, Professor?" It was the loudest Harry had ever heard her speak before.
He smiled. "Only a Dementor may completely take a person's soul, anything else is merely a lost soul. Poppy has checked out every book from the library in order to discover it. It seems a saiance is in order to find the lost spirits." More whispers echoed throughout the room. "Now now! Let us eat and rejoice in these glad tidings!"
A deafening applause rang out. Ron was coming back!
Meisako: For the THIRD time in a row, or maybe fourth, I do not have an interveiw.
This is what you have all been waiting for, right? For Ron to come back? Well, technically, he's not here yet- But here it is in writing! It's a promise that all of you Ron-lovers out there are pleased.
*methodical laughter* After Ron returns, I think the story will take a twist at one point or another. I can't say it! It would spoil everything, but it will be a twist you would have never imagined! It came to me in a dream- Pure genius! *methodical laughter* I like methodical laughing, it's sooo methodical!
I just feel like promoting this site today: http://www.expage.com/hogwarts2202 this is Hogwarts and we are begining to run smoothly. hope to see you there!
I have a new E-Mail: Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com Please email me! :) I'd like that.