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 Seventeen: Professor Mid-Term
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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! BTW: Lotesse, Taracollwen, Kitty c., and Hermione Radcliffe-- Keep writing! I love your stories!
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It was very nice to not have to worry about being in Potions or Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. Harry and Hermione now only had Care of Magical Creatures with Slytherins. Christmas had come and gone without inccident, which was a pleasant thought. Raye, Ron, the Hufflepuff girl (who's name was Sariah Tassel), and Justin would be woken up in about a week (a person called 'Ninth Eye' needed to arrive and it would take time) and it was decided that there would be a Post-Christmas Ball, in their honor of course. By this time, Harry had given out his gifts. With the exception of Sirius's and Ron's.
Hogsmead trips were cancelled for the time being, making it so Harry could not buy his godfather anything. Ginny blushed furiously when she received the diary. She became even redder when she read the note inside ('Don't worry. This one doesn't talk back.'). She looked up and smiled. "Thanks Harry- It- it- It matches your eyes." She gave him a small doll made of sock that looked like a monkey. Harry named it Ninnykins, much to the great joy of Ginny. From Hermione Harry received a book, of course. Although this one was strangely different. It was small photo book, like the kind Uncle Vernon kept in his wallet. Inside were various pictures of Ron, Hermione, Neville, Dean, Seamus, Fred and George, Ginny, Lavender and Parvati, Colin, and lastly- a picture of Sirius Black from the Daily Prophet. Colin Creevy had obviously loaned Hermione his camera.
"I'm sorry I couldn't get a real picture of 'Snuffles', Harry- but have you any clue how hard it is to take a photo of a convicted criminal?" Hermione joked.
Harry did have some idea.
After gathering all of his courage, Harry approached Cho Chang the morning after the rest of the students returned from Christmas holiday to give her present to her. "Happy Christmas, Cho. It's not much- but it'll be helpful." Cho's eyes lit up when she opened it and squealed with delight once Harry showed her how to use it.
"Oh Harry! It's wonderful!" Cho pulled the Snitch necklace over her head and tugged her hair out of the way. "Now- for your present!"
Harry blushed, he didn't realize Cho had thought of him when purchasing gifts for her friends. He blushed even deeper when he opened the slim black box. "Wicked-" Harry pulled out an ivory comb, with the image of a Golden Snitch embriodered on the handle. He sheepishly patted down his messy black hair.
Cho giggled. "Oh- you're fine!" She licked a finger and smoothed down a particuarly large chunk of unruly hair. Harry blushed, but felt strangely like he was floating on warm air. "Say- Have you heard from Cedric recently?"
"Not since Ron was attacked- why?"
"Just wondering. We talked... he told me, you know."
"What? What did he say?"
Cho didn't answer but blushed and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Thanks for the Snitch, Harry." Then she ran off to visit with her giggly Ravenclaw friends, who had obviously seen the entire conversation. Harry wondered if her grandfather had kept his word.
"I heard a rumor today," Hermione said casually over homework that evening. "They've found a replacement for Stonewall-" She paused as if for dramatic suspense, then said what Harry dreaded. "-and Snape's back."
Harry's first impulse was to complain. "But it was going sooo well without those classes!" He sighed. "Did you hear who was teaching Defence? Maybe Lupin..."
"Not Lupin-" Hermione looked around. "-I heard Professor McGonagall say-- SHE."
"A GIRL!?"
Hemrione looked offended. "What's wrong with being a GIRL? I'm a girl, I hope you noticed!" Harry HAD realized. "Women are just as capable as men whe-"
"Okay, I get the point. Sorry Hermes." Hermione scowled slightly at the nickname, but dismissed the earlier offence.
"Who do you think the new teacher will be? Shelly Wurmstadt, maybe." Hermione noticed Harry's confused face. "Shelly's Head of Schooling on the board of Education at the Ministry." They sat pondering for awhile- They would all know soon enough.
Dinner began fine with potatoes and green beans, steak and kidney pie and Yorkshire pudding on beef. Dean hiccuped as he chugged his pumpkin juice, while whispering to Harry about Professor Mid-Term, as the students had so dubbed her.
"Think she'll be pretty?" Dean asked, now shoving his mouth full of mashed potatoes. "I hope she's real nice-" Bits of white fluff fell out of his mouth and Hermione grimaced.
"It doesn't matter what she looks like, it's only how she teaches that's important."
"If she's not- I think I'll just have to drop the class entirely." Harry joked.
"But you can't do that Harry!" Hermione said impatiently from across the table. Harry suddenly realized how little time she had spent in the library and poured into books since- "Defence Against the Dark Arts is the most important class, mandetory, might I add."
"No one likes a literalist, Hermione." Seamus complained, bitting into a roll. Hermione frowned and poked at her beef with a fork.
"Just a few more days, Hermione." Harry had sensed what she was feeling. Hermione smiled back weakly.
The plates cleared and Dumbledore stood before them, Harry noticed an angry Snape a few seats away from the headmaster. For the first time, Harry noticed that Stonewall's empty chair was occupied- by a girl-- Fluer? Harry gaped as Professor Dumbledore smiled.
"Allow me to introduce your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Delacour." The professor, who was nothing but a girl- one fourth Veela, stood upon cue, smiling. Harry remebered her as one of the Triwizard Champions from last years, a student of Beauxbaton.
"I am pleazed to be here wiz you all and teach a class. It is truely great 'onor." She smiled and her blue-grey eyes landed on Harry.
"Odd," he thought, "Renate's eyes are red."
Dumbledore gave a few more announcements and shipped them to their houses. Harry and Hermione lingered to have a few words with Professor Delacour. "Erm... Fleur?"
Fleur turned and smiled at Harry. She quickly moved from behind the High Table to Harry and Hermione. "'Ow are you, 'Arry? Good, I 'ope." Her eyes studied him.
Harry nodded. "Yes, good I suppose. Did you hear about the attacks?" She nodded.
"Yes. Zey said zat 'Ogwarts was 'aving trouble and needed a new teacher. Dumbleydore asked me to fill in. I truely am 'onored." She smiled lightly, obviously thrilled. "'Ave you 'eard from Viktor?" She asked at length, turning towards Hermione.
Hermione blushed. "I sent him an owl, but he didn't say much in return. We haven't seen each other since last year." Fleur nodded.
"I'm sorry, but I must speak wiz Dumbleydore- He is to show me ze grounds more clozely. Shall I expect you in my class, tomorrow?" She bowed to them slightly and turned away, waving.
"Sure! Tomorrow!" Harry and Hermione waved as they left to join the other Gryffindors in the Common Room.
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Meisako: Sorry it took me so long to update my story. But any way, today's special guest in Professor Emma Ronuluski. How'dy do, Professor.
Ronuluski: The name's Looney Luski- get it right, young lady.
Meisako: Yes'm. Mind if I ask you a few questions, Miss Looney?
Ronuluski: You mocking me? I don' t tollerate your sh-a-sh-ine-sh (A/N: sassiness).
Meisako: Erm- Okay. (note to self: Never let your friends create characters for you! They end up being crazy...) So- you were a teacher of Hagrid's, is that right?
Ronuluski: Cour-sh-e it i-sh! Would Hagrid lie? He never lied to me when I wa-sh teaching him. If he ever lied it's 'cau-sh-e you've corrupted him!
Meisako: No! I didn't mean that! I only was making sure for my readers, so they get the poin-
Ronuluski: Then you readers mu-sh-t not be payin' you any mind if you have to keep telling them thin's they should have read! But then again, if ye want the flea to sh-tay put, ye mu-sh-t cover it in honey.
Meisako: Sure Looney Luski- Exactly what you said- (This woman's crazy and I don't want it to rub off on me! I'm ending the interview in 3...2...1... N-)
Join us next week when we interview Fleur Delacour --Mysteriously popping up in the middle of the story-- A tad suspicious if you ask me...
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 Seventeen: Professor Mid-Term
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! BTW: Lotesse, Taracollwen, Kitty c., and Hermione Radcliffe-- Keep writing! I love your stories!
*****
It was very nice to not have to worry about being in Potions or Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. Harry and Hermione now only had Care of Magical Creatures with Slytherins. Christmas had come and gone without inccident, which was a pleasant thought. Raye, Ron, the Hufflepuff girl (who's name was Sariah Tassel), and Justin would be woken up in about a week (a person called 'Ninth Eye' needed to arrive and it would take time) and it was decided that there would be a Post-Christmas Ball, in their honor of course. By this time, Harry had given out his gifts. With the exception of Sirius's and Ron's.
Hogsmead trips were cancelled for the time being, making it so Harry could not buy his godfather anything. Ginny blushed furiously when she received the diary. She became even redder when she read the note inside ('Don't worry. This one doesn't talk back.'). She looked up and smiled. "Thanks Harry- It- it- It matches your eyes." She gave him a small doll made of sock that looked like a monkey. Harry named it Ninnykins, much to the great joy of Ginny. From Hermione Harry received a book, of course. Although this one was strangely different. It was small photo book, like the kind Uncle Vernon kept in his wallet. Inside were various pictures of Ron, Hermione, Neville, Dean, Seamus, Fred and George, Ginny, Lavender and Parvati, Colin, and lastly- a picture of Sirius Black from the Daily Prophet. Colin Creevy had obviously loaned Hermione his camera.
"I'm sorry I couldn't get a real picture of 'Snuffles', Harry- but have you any clue how hard it is to take a photo of a convicted criminal?" Hermione joked.
Harry did have some idea.
After gathering all of his courage, Harry approached Cho Chang the morning after the rest of the students returned from Christmas holiday to give her present to her. "Happy Christmas, Cho. It's not much- but it'll be helpful." Cho's eyes lit up when she opened it and squealed with delight once Harry showed her how to use it.
"Oh Harry! It's wonderful!" Cho pulled the Snitch necklace over her head and tugged her hair out of the way. "Now- for your present!"
Harry blushed, he didn't realize Cho had thought of him when purchasing gifts for her friends. He blushed even deeper when he opened the slim black box. "Wicked-" Harry pulled out an ivory comb, with the image of a Golden Snitch embriodered on the handle. He sheepishly patted down his messy black hair.
Cho giggled. "Oh- you're fine!" She licked a finger and smoothed down a particuarly large chunk of unruly hair. Harry blushed, but felt strangely like he was floating on warm air. "Say- Have you heard from Cedric recently?"
"Not since Ron was attacked- why?"
"Just wondering. We talked... he told me, you know."
"What? What did he say?"
Cho didn't answer but blushed and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Thanks for the Snitch, Harry." Then she ran off to visit with her giggly Ravenclaw friends, who had obviously seen the entire conversation. Harry wondered if her grandfather had kept his word.
"I heard a rumor today," Hermione said casually over homework that evening. "They've found a replacement for Stonewall-" She paused as if for dramatic suspense, then said what Harry dreaded. "-and Snape's back."
Harry's first impulse was to complain. "But it was going sooo well without those classes!" He sighed. "Did you hear who was teaching Defence? Maybe Lupin..."
"Not Lupin-" Hermione looked around. "-I heard Professor McGonagall say-- SHE."
"A GIRL!?"
Hemrione looked offended. "What's wrong with being a GIRL? I'm a girl, I hope you noticed!" Harry HAD realized. "Women are just as capable as men whe-"
"Okay, I get the point. Sorry Hermes." Hermione scowled slightly at the nickname, but dismissed the earlier offence.
"Who do you think the new teacher will be? Shelly Wurmstadt, maybe." Hermione noticed Harry's confused face. "Shelly's Head of Schooling on the board of Education at the Ministry." They sat pondering for awhile- They would all know soon enough.
Dinner began fine with potatoes and green beans, steak and kidney pie and Yorkshire pudding on beef. Dean hiccuped as he chugged his pumpkin juice, while whispering to Harry about Professor Mid-Term, as the students had so dubbed her.
"Think she'll be pretty?" Dean asked, now shoving his mouth full of mashed potatoes. "I hope she's real nice-" Bits of white fluff fell out of his mouth and Hermione grimaced.
"It doesn't matter what she looks like, it's only how she teaches that's important."
"If she's not- I think I'll just have to drop the class entirely." Harry joked.
"But you can't do that Harry!" Hermione said impatiently from across the table. Harry suddenly realized how little time she had spent in the library and poured into books since- "Defence Against the Dark Arts is the most important class, mandetory, might I add."
"No one likes a literalist, Hermione." Seamus complained, bitting into a roll. Hermione frowned and poked at her beef with a fork.
"Just a few more days, Hermione." Harry had sensed what she was feeling. Hermione smiled back weakly.
The plates cleared and Dumbledore stood before them, Harry noticed an angry Snape a few seats away from the headmaster. For the first time, Harry noticed that Stonewall's empty chair was occupied- by a girl-- Fluer? Harry gaped as Professor Dumbledore smiled.
"Allow me to introduce your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Delacour." The professor, who was nothing but a girl- one fourth Veela, stood upon cue, smiling. Harry remebered her as one of the Triwizard Champions from last years, a student of Beauxbaton.
"I am pleazed to be here wiz you all and teach a class. It is truely great 'onor." She smiled and her blue-grey eyes landed on Harry.
"Odd," he thought, "Renate's eyes are red."
Dumbledore gave a few more announcements and shipped them to their houses. Harry and Hermione lingered to have a few words with Professor Delacour. "Erm... Fleur?"
Fleur turned and smiled at Harry. She quickly moved from behind the High Table to Harry and Hermione. "'Ow are you, 'Arry? Good, I 'ope." Her eyes studied him.
Harry nodded. "Yes, good I suppose. Did you hear about the attacks?" She nodded.
"Yes. Zey said zat 'Ogwarts was 'aving trouble and needed a new teacher. Dumbleydore asked me to fill in. I truely am 'onored." She smiled lightly, obviously thrilled. "'Ave you 'eard from Viktor?" She asked at length, turning towards Hermione.
Hermione blushed. "I sent him an owl, but he didn't say much in return. We haven't seen each other since last year." Fleur nodded.
"I'm sorry, but I must speak wiz Dumbleydore- He is to show me ze grounds more clozely. Shall I expect you in my class, tomorrow?" She bowed to them slightly and turned away, waving.
"Sure! Tomorrow!" Harry and Hermione waved as they left to join the other Gryffindors in the Common Room.
Meisako: Sorry it took me so long to update my story. But any way, today's special guest in Professor Emma Ronuluski. How'dy do, Professor.
Ronuluski: The name's Looney Luski- get it right, young lady.
Meisako: Yes'm. Mind if I ask you a few questions, Miss Looney?
Ronuluski: You mocking me? I don' t tollerate your sh-a-sh-ine-sh (A/N: sassiness).
Meisako: Erm- Okay. (note to self: Never let your friends create characters for you! They end up being crazy...) So- you were a teacher of Hagrid's, is that right?
Ronuluski: Cour-sh-e it i-sh! Would Hagrid lie? He never lied to me when I wa-sh teaching him. If he ever lied it's 'cau-sh-e you've corrupted him!
Meisako: No! I didn't mean that! I only was making sure for my readers, so they get the poin-
Ronuluski: Then you readers mu-sh-t not be payin' you any mind if you have to keep telling them thin's they should have read! But then again, if ye want the flea to sh-tay put, ye mu-sh-t cover it in honey.
Meisako: Sure Looney Luski- Exactly what you said- (This woman's crazy and I don't want it to rub off on me! I'm ending the interview in 3...2...1... N-)
Join us next week when we interview Fleur Delacour --Mysteriously popping up in the middle of the story-- A tad suspicious if you ask me...
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.