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 Twenty Three: Party Night
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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! You are my inspiration!
BTW: Lotesse, Taracollwen, Kitty c., and Hermione Radcliffe-- Keep writing! I love your stories!
Thanks for all of the reviews! 40 and still going strong!
*****
With the new excitement of everyone becoming well again, the Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw Quidditch match went splendid. Each team now had high hopes and more fans to cheer them on. Harry didn't let his affection towards Cho get in the way of catching the Snitch, but it did leave him in midair for a few moments staring idley at her. Ravenclaw had won the match- but only by ten points. Harry was hit on the side of his face the instant he reached for the Golden Snitch and Cho got to it first. Harry didn't complain about losing because Cho had rushed over to doctor him up.
As promised, a post-Christmas ball, for all years, was scheduled. Dates were not required or even suggested. Every student was free to come and mingle as he or she pleased. This was music to the ears of some the unpopular students like Goyle, Crabbe, and Neville Longbottom.
"I don't have to have a date!" Neville did a funny little sort of dance and threw his History of Magic homework into the air.
"You'd better pick that up, Neville, or Binn'll have your rear!" Ron laughed.
Neville hurridly picked up his assignment as if Professor Binn was standing right over him. "You sound like Hermione-"
Ron laughed again. "I guess that's what happenes when you've been wondering around in space. Gives you time to think, you know?" Ron redipped his quill. "Oy! Harry- hand me that book, yeah... the Divination one."
Harry handed it over somewhat reluctantly. "Alright, Ron?"
"Yeah-" Ron began to scrawl his homework neatly onto a peice of parchment. "I just thought I should catch up on my homework... Anyone seen my Potions book?" He began to sift through quills and parchment.
Hermione was positively beaming. "I'm so proud of you, Ron!" He looked as though she could have kissed him, but she didn't. "Perhaps you should lose your soul more often... The Potions book is under your inkwell, by the way."
"So it is!" Ron laughed.
Harry just groaned. "He's off his nut-" Hermione and Ron spent the rest of the afternoon catching up on all of his missed work. Harry noticed that Ron never asked once if he could copy her work as he usually did. Ron had deffinately changed, but was it for the better?
The post-Christmas Ball began with a meager feast. Not at all like the Yule Ball feast of last year or like a normal supper, instead it was several tables pushed against the walls of the Great Hall filled to the brim of assortments of treats and sweets and other things that make your teeth ache. One table was devoted entirely to drinks- Butterbeer and Pumpkin juice enough to fill a swimming pool! The Great Hall was decorated in red and green fairy lights (A/N: also known as Christmas lights). Holly and miseltoe hung magically suspended from the air, which was the cause of giggles as two students carelessly danced beneath it and preformed the tradition that occompanied it. The entire Hall smelled of ginger and pine.
"I feel like I'm inside of an enormous Christmas tree!" Hermione twirled beneath a starry ceiling, her light blue dress robes flaring out in the gravity of the spin.
"No-" Ron said flatly. "You're the angel on top."
Hermione tripped over her own feet. Blushing, she looked up at him. "Di- did you just say what I think you just said?"
"Only if angels can understand my common tnogue." A sort of waltz began to play and Ron helped Hermione to her feet. "Shall we?" Hermione barely had time to meekly nod before Ron literally swepted her off her feet and onto the dance floor.
"What a smoothie." A voice said when Ron was out of hearing range. Harry turned and stood next to the figure cloaked in grey.
"Yeah- Ron's different now, Sirius. I can feel it. He's so... he's such a..." Harry couldn't thing of the right word.
"Lady's man?" his godfather suggested.
"Hermione's man! He never took interest in her before."
"Jealous?" Harry could detect a slyness in Sirius's voice.
"No!" Harry blushed furiously. Of course he liked Hermione, but not in the way everyone seemed to be thinking. "I think I'll go find Cho." It wasn't long before he found her sitting at a table talking with Cole Miller.
"-and last year I danced with Cedric Diggory, although I really wished I had waited to say yes because I really wanted to go with-"
"Hi Harry!" Cole waved energetially and Cho jumped in her seat.
"Harry!"
"Would you... I mean... with me..."
"Dance?" offered Cho. Harry nodded. "Of course!"
Harry wasn't as light on his feet as he had imagined, but Cho didn't seem to have noticed. "Um, Cho?" Harry realized that he had grown more than he though for she had to look up to look into his eyes. Cho had been taller than him last year.
"Hmm?"
"I've wanted to ask you something- I really wanted to ask you earlier... but considering last years... erm-" Harry stopped, feeling embarrassed. "Nevermind."
"No, really Harry. Please continue."
Harry took a deep breath, but before he could say what he had thought sp long and hard about-
"Watch you nut Harry!" Harry pulled Cho to the ground as a large wad of Christmas pudding flew over their heads. George helped Cho to her feet. "Sorry, I was aiming for-" A trifle hit him in the face. "FRED! I was in time out!"
"How was I supposed to kno-" A treacle tart had hit the twin in his forehead. James Jackson, Jo'nathan Kimlinger, Brandon Casey, and John Sita were laughing histerically. "Who threw that?!" They all pulled their faces staright and pointed to one another. "Oh-" said Fred. "I see how it is-" He smiled wickedly.
Harry grabbed Cho's arm and pulled her back to the floor as the Weasley twins screamed, "FOOD FIGHT!!" As though every one had been hiding a bit of food behind their backs, treats were flung in every which direction. People screamed and dove under tables or slipped on pudding and knocked each other over. Somewhere near the entrance a Christmas cracker went off. There was a yelp behind him but Harry managed to crawl out of the chaos.
"Sorry about them Cho-" Harry turned but found no Cho. They had been seperated amist the catasrophe. "Cho? Cho!" He called for her, but he doubted she chould hear him over the noise of the food fight.
"Harry!" A small voice called to him. Harry thought he was hearing things, but then he saw Ginny under a table motioning him to join her. "Come here!" Harry crawled over to her and nearly got his hand trodded on.
"Some party, eh Gin?" She nodded.
"I don't think it'll last much longer. I hear the teachers coming."
Harry listened. "I don't hear anythin-" Giny put a finger to his lips.
"Shh! Listen, if you tilt your head like this, you can hear their footsteps in the corridor." Harry tilted his head just as the doors burst open.
"Wha-" Professor Dumbledore was hit suddenly with a mixture of sherbert lemons and humbugs. Students stopped in their tracks and the room became deathly silent. The Headmaster chuckled ever so slightly as his picked the candy out of his beard. "Hogwart standards are higher than this." He flicked his wand and the room began to clean itself. "Shall we contiue with the BALL?" A Christmas cracker broke the silence and parted the sea of students. Everyone turned to see a sheepish looking Nathan Maxwell and a very singed and very ticked Karla Kline. Nathan smiled weakly, handed Karla the prize (a kazoo) and took a few steps backwards. Professor Sprout rushed over to Karla and began to clean her up, mubling something about 'those horrid Slytherins'.
"Let us get back to the party, shall we?" Dumbledore suggested, leading the rest of the Professors in so that they too may join the festivities. Music began to swell into the room from some unseen source. It was partly in a language Harry didn't know:
Have a party night!
Hold me baby, oderu yo Sunday
Touch me baby, kiibun wa Holiday
Hold me baby, uki uki Lady
Touch me baby, kira kira Body!
Ginny began to giggle beside him. He turned to smile at her when he noticed an odd shaped marking on the back of her neck. To Harry, it appeared to be an arrow pointing down, a line, and and arrow pointing to the left. It looked like a surgical scar but it couldn't have been... Wizards didn't need to have surgery, they had magic.
"The strangest palces-" Ginny giggled again.
"Pardon?"
Ginny pointed up. Harry looked and saw a spring of miseltoe just under the table they had been hiding beneath- suspended just above them. Harry turned to Ginny, ready to laughed when she kissed him- or tried to kiss him at atleast. Ginny had ended up kissing Harry's teeth.
"I-- I--" Ginny turned a violent shade of red and crawled out from under the table and ran off. Harry merely sat there. Had his best friend's little sister just kissed his... TEETH?
The music changed and a sad melody began to play. Harry had the sudden urge to find Renate. Harry crawled out from under the tabel and walked around the room until he saw her standing in the corner, alone. Although she had received her Hogwarts school robes, she hadn't gotten any dress robes. Instead she wore her Brennen Angst formal clothes, which was a full length grey-blue ball gown, complete with puffy sleeves and lacy collar. She still wore, as Harry had often noticed, her Brennen Angst school gloves and that peculiar dog-collar necklace. As far as Harry knew, she never took them off. He looked at her gloved hands which, were firmly clapsed together, staring at the 'BA' embroidered n them. 'BA' stood for Brennen Angst, as everyone knew, but what everyone else didn't know was that Brennen Angst meant 'Burning Fear'.
"Abend, Renate! Wie gehts du die Heute? Gut, ich glaube?"
Renate looked up at him surprised, but smiled. "Ja, gut. Veile dank."
"Stelle ich eine Frage?" She nodded. "Where did you learn to speak Parselmouth?"
Renate looked away. "How know you this?"
Harry felt bad. Wondering if he should have even brought it up. "I overheard to talking to someone one night. You said you needed to study harder or something."
"Ach, das!" She looked slightly releaved. "I have a journal, to it speak I questions. It answers to Schlangemund only."
Harry nodded. "So how are you classes going?" There was thick hand on his shoulder and Harry turned to face Goyle.
"Let her alone, Potter."
"Look, Goyle- We were only talking." A fist flew out of no where and struck Harry in the jaw. It had happened so suddenly that Harry lost his footing and landed on the floor. Harry stood and shook his green robes, glaring. "Fine, your turn to talk." Harry started to walk away when he heard something behind him.
"I'm not done with you, yet, Potter! Locomotor Mortis!" Malfoy cried. Harry's legs clentched together and he fell to the ground. He suddenly felt weight on him and began to feel pain. Someone was trying to beat him up.
"Herr Malfoy! Nein- bitte!" Renate begged, but Malfoy wasn't lstening.
"Keep your filthy cusres to yourself, Potter! We don't need you to get anymore Slytherins attacked!" Malfoy had punched him again. Harry reached for his wand but found his pockets empty. He left his wand upstairs.
Students had circled them and were yelling versus of "Fight, fight!" as Lupin yelled over the corwd. "Mr. Malfoy! Mr.s Goyle and Crabbe- I will not ask you again to get off of that boy!"
"Remus! Stop them!" Mrs. Figg wasn't able to reach the center of the ring and Harry could barely see Sirius's hooded head in the back of the crowd.
Harry tried to pull away, but someone was pounding on his arms. A flood of panic hit Harry as a feeling of uneasiness crept tingling up his back. "No! No, let me go! Someone's going to get hurt! Please, let me g-" Harry was kicked in the mouth. Harry tasted blood but didn't give in. His head pounded with welling pain and a warm stickiness trickled down his forehead.
It all became dark and Harry was aware of a terrible sobbing and screams of a torment mind. He wonder who it was. His mother, again? Could there be a Dementor around? Harry felt helpless without his wand to preform a Patronous. Harry felt sleepy and simply allowed himself to be beaten up. It became increasingly dark until all was black. A great voice boomed out of nowhere and the pain stopped. A weight was lifted, but Harry didn't open his eyes. He fell into an involuntary sleep.
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Meisako: I know, I know. I'm horrible to Harry! And Ron just came back, too! Sorry, but my story is going to be full of these things! *usual methodical laughter* Just wait until my NEXT chapter! I'm soo twisted! *evil grin* Don't worry- I wont hurt Ron- Hermione on the other hand...
Granger: *gulp* Me?
Meisako: Yes, you. You ARE Hermione, aren't you?
Granger: No- I'm Hermes.
Meisako: Sorry, HERMES, but this is inavoidable. *suddenly puts on large owl glasses and is wearing a shawl, looking into a crystal ball* Ah! *misty Trelawney voice* I see imminate danger in your future... by the end of the week one of our number will leave us forever!
Granger: *gasp* No! It can't be! I can't-
Meisako: Oh, you're right! There was a smudge on my crystal ball- Lemme see... Okay, yeah. You'll be fine at the end of the story. Sorry about that.
Granger: *sigh* Thank goodness... I thought I was in for it!
Meisako: I thought you didn't believe in Divination?
Granger: I... erm- DON'T! Complete rubbish- Absolute tripe!
Meisako: Yeah- that's why you take Arithmancy, right?
Granger: Yes. Aithmancy is soo different, it's not even comparable!
Meisako: Save it, Hermione.
Join me again next time to see if I have actually made a REAL prediction, or if I should drop Divination and join Hermione in Aithmancy, which is wonderful because-- (will we EVER know what Arithmancy IS? hint hint: keep reading!)
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 Twenty Three: Party Night
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! You are my inspiration!
BTW: Lotesse, Taracollwen, Kitty c., and Hermione Radcliffe-- Keep writing! I love your stories!
Thanks for all of the reviews! 40 and still going strong!
*****
With the new excitement of everyone becoming well again, the Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw Quidditch match went splendid. Each team now had high hopes and more fans to cheer them on. Harry didn't let his affection towards Cho get in the way of catching the Snitch, but it did leave him in midair for a few moments staring idley at her. Ravenclaw had won the match- but only by ten points. Harry was hit on the side of his face the instant he reached for the Golden Snitch and Cho got to it first. Harry didn't complain about losing because Cho had rushed over to doctor him up.
As promised, a post-Christmas ball, for all years, was scheduled. Dates were not required or even suggested. Every student was free to come and mingle as he or she pleased. This was music to the ears of some the unpopular students like Goyle, Crabbe, and Neville Longbottom.
"I don't have to have a date!" Neville did a funny little sort of dance and threw his History of Magic homework into the air.
"You'd better pick that up, Neville, or Binn'll have your rear!" Ron laughed.
Neville hurridly picked up his assignment as if Professor Binn was standing right over him. "You sound like Hermione-"
Ron laughed again. "I guess that's what happenes when you've been wondering around in space. Gives you time to think, you know?" Ron redipped his quill. "Oy! Harry- hand me that book, yeah... the Divination one."
Harry handed it over somewhat reluctantly. "Alright, Ron?"
"Yeah-" Ron began to scrawl his homework neatly onto a peice of parchment. "I just thought I should catch up on my homework... Anyone seen my Potions book?" He began to sift through quills and parchment.
Hermione was positively beaming. "I'm so proud of you, Ron!" He looked as though she could have kissed him, but she didn't. "Perhaps you should lose your soul more often... The Potions book is under your inkwell, by the way."
"So it is!" Ron laughed.
Harry just groaned. "He's off his nut-" Hermione and Ron spent the rest of the afternoon catching up on all of his missed work. Harry noticed that Ron never asked once if he could copy her work as he usually did. Ron had deffinately changed, but was it for the better?
The post-Christmas Ball began with a meager feast. Not at all like the Yule Ball feast of last year or like a normal supper, instead it was several tables pushed against the walls of the Great Hall filled to the brim of assortments of treats and sweets and other things that make your teeth ache. One table was devoted entirely to drinks- Butterbeer and Pumpkin juice enough to fill a swimming pool! The Great Hall was decorated in red and green fairy lights (A/N: also known as Christmas lights). Holly and miseltoe hung magically suspended from the air, which was the cause of giggles as two students carelessly danced beneath it and preformed the tradition that occompanied it. The entire Hall smelled of ginger and pine.
"I feel like I'm inside of an enormous Christmas tree!" Hermione twirled beneath a starry ceiling, her light blue dress robes flaring out in the gravity of the spin.
"No-" Ron said flatly. "You're the angel on top."
Hermione tripped over her own feet. Blushing, she looked up at him. "Di- did you just say what I think you just said?"
"Only if angels can understand my common tnogue." A sort of waltz began to play and Ron helped Hermione to her feet. "Shall we?" Hermione barely had time to meekly nod before Ron literally swepted her off her feet and onto the dance floor.
"What a smoothie." A voice said when Ron was out of hearing range. Harry turned and stood next to the figure cloaked in grey.
"Yeah- Ron's different now, Sirius. I can feel it. He's so... he's such a..." Harry couldn't thing of the right word.
"Lady's man?" his godfather suggested.
"Hermione's man! He never took interest in her before."
"Jealous?" Harry could detect a slyness in Sirius's voice.
"No!" Harry blushed furiously. Of course he liked Hermione, but not in the way everyone seemed to be thinking. "I think I'll go find Cho." It wasn't long before he found her sitting at a table talking with Cole Miller.
"-and last year I danced with Cedric Diggory, although I really wished I had waited to say yes because I really wanted to go with-"
"Hi Harry!" Cole waved energetially and Cho jumped in her seat.
"Harry!"
"Would you... I mean... with me..."
"Dance?" offered Cho. Harry nodded. "Of course!"
Harry wasn't as light on his feet as he had imagined, but Cho didn't seem to have noticed. "Um, Cho?" Harry realized that he had grown more than he though for she had to look up to look into his eyes. Cho had been taller than him last year.
"Hmm?"
"I've wanted to ask you something- I really wanted to ask you earlier... but considering last years... erm-" Harry stopped, feeling embarrassed. "Nevermind."
"No, really Harry. Please continue."
Harry took a deep breath, but before he could say what he had thought sp long and hard about-
"Watch you nut Harry!" Harry pulled Cho to the ground as a large wad of Christmas pudding flew over their heads. George helped Cho to her feet. "Sorry, I was aiming for-" A trifle hit him in the face. "FRED! I was in time out!"
"How was I supposed to kno-" A treacle tart had hit the twin in his forehead. James Jackson, Jo'nathan Kimlinger, Brandon Casey, and John Sita were laughing histerically. "Who threw that?!" They all pulled their faces staright and pointed to one another. "Oh-" said Fred. "I see how it is-" He smiled wickedly.
Harry grabbed Cho's arm and pulled her back to the floor as the Weasley twins screamed, "FOOD FIGHT!!" As though every one had been hiding a bit of food behind their backs, treats were flung in every which direction. People screamed and dove under tables or slipped on pudding and knocked each other over. Somewhere near the entrance a Christmas cracker went off. There was a yelp behind him but Harry managed to crawl out of the chaos.
"Sorry about them Cho-" Harry turned but found no Cho. They had been seperated amist the catasrophe. "Cho? Cho!" He called for her, but he doubted she chould hear him over the noise of the food fight.
"Harry!" A small voice called to him. Harry thought he was hearing things, but then he saw Ginny under a table motioning him to join her. "Come here!" Harry crawled over to her and nearly got his hand trodded on.
"Some party, eh Gin?" She nodded.
"I don't think it'll last much longer. I hear the teachers coming."
Harry listened. "I don't hear anythin-" Giny put a finger to his lips.
"Shh! Listen, if you tilt your head like this, you can hear their footsteps in the corridor." Harry tilted his head just as the doors burst open.
"Wha-" Professor Dumbledore was hit suddenly with a mixture of sherbert lemons and humbugs. Students stopped in their tracks and the room became deathly silent. The Headmaster chuckled ever so slightly as his picked the candy out of his beard. "Hogwart standards are higher than this." He flicked his wand and the room began to clean itself. "Shall we contiue with the BALL?" A Christmas cracker broke the silence and parted the sea of students. Everyone turned to see a sheepish looking Nathan Maxwell and a very singed and very ticked Karla Kline. Nathan smiled weakly, handed Karla the prize (a kazoo) and took a few steps backwards. Professor Sprout rushed over to Karla and began to clean her up, mubling something about 'those horrid Slytherins'.
"Let us get back to the party, shall we?" Dumbledore suggested, leading the rest of the Professors in so that they too may join the festivities. Music began to swell into the room from some unseen source. It was partly in a language Harry didn't know:
Have a party night!
Hold me baby, oderu yo Sunday
Touch me baby, kiibun wa Holiday
Hold me baby, uki uki Lady
Touch me baby, kira kira Body!
Ginny began to giggle beside him. He turned to smile at her when he noticed an odd shaped marking on the back of her neck. To Harry, it appeared to be an arrow pointing down, a line, and and arrow pointing to the left. It looked like a surgical scar but it couldn't have been... Wizards didn't need to have surgery, they had magic.
"The strangest palces-" Ginny giggled again.
"Pardon?"
Ginny pointed up. Harry looked and saw a spring of miseltoe just under the table they had been hiding beneath- suspended just above them. Harry turned to Ginny, ready to laughed when she kissed him- or tried to kiss him at atleast. Ginny had ended up kissing Harry's teeth.
"I-- I--" Ginny turned a violent shade of red and crawled out from under the table and ran off. Harry merely sat there. Had his best friend's little sister just kissed his... TEETH?
The music changed and a sad melody began to play. Harry had the sudden urge to find Renate. Harry crawled out from under the tabel and walked around the room until he saw her standing in the corner, alone. Although she had received her Hogwarts school robes, she hadn't gotten any dress robes. Instead she wore her Brennen Angst formal clothes, which was a full length grey-blue ball gown, complete with puffy sleeves and lacy collar. She still wore, as Harry had often noticed, her Brennen Angst school gloves and that peculiar dog-collar necklace. As far as Harry knew, she never took them off. He looked at her gloved hands which, were firmly clapsed together, staring at the 'BA' embroidered n them. 'BA' stood for Brennen Angst, as everyone knew, but what everyone else didn't know was that Brennen Angst meant 'Burning Fear'.
"Abend, Renate! Wie gehts du die Heute? Gut, ich glaube?"
Renate looked up at him surprised, but smiled. "Ja, gut. Veile dank."
"Stelle ich eine Frage?" She nodded. "Where did you learn to speak Parselmouth?"
Renate looked away. "How know you this?"
Harry felt bad. Wondering if he should have even brought it up. "I overheard to talking to someone one night. You said you needed to study harder or something."
"Ach, das!" She looked slightly releaved. "I have a journal, to it speak I questions. It answers to Schlangemund only."
Harry nodded. "So how are you classes going?" There was thick hand on his shoulder and Harry turned to face Goyle.
"Let her alone, Potter."
"Look, Goyle- We were only talking." A fist flew out of no where and struck Harry in the jaw. It had happened so suddenly that Harry lost his footing and landed on the floor. Harry stood and shook his green robes, glaring. "Fine, your turn to talk." Harry started to walk away when he heard something behind him.
"I'm not done with you, yet, Potter! Locomotor Mortis!" Malfoy cried. Harry's legs clentched together and he fell to the ground. He suddenly felt weight on him and began to feel pain. Someone was trying to beat him up.
"Herr Malfoy! Nein- bitte!" Renate begged, but Malfoy wasn't lstening.
"Keep your filthy cusres to yourself, Potter! We don't need you to get anymore Slytherins attacked!" Malfoy had punched him again. Harry reached for his wand but found his pockets empty. He left his wand upstairs.
Students had circled them and were yelling versus of "Fight, fight!" as Lupin yelled over the corwd. "Mr. Malfoy! Mr.s Goyle and Crabbe- I will not ask you again to get off of that boy!"
"Remus! Stop them!" Mrs. Figg wasn't able to reach the center of the ring and Harry could barely see Sirius's hooded head in the back of the crowd.
Harry tried to pull away, but someone was pounding on his arms. A flood of panic hit Harry as a feeling of uneasiness crept tingling up his back. "No! No, let me go! Someone's going to get hurt! Please, let me g-" Harry was kicked in the mouth. Harry tasted blood but didn't give in. His head pounded with welling pain and a warm stickiness trickled down his forehead.
It all became dark and Harry was aware of a terrible sobbing and screams of a torment mind. He wonder who it was. His mother, again? Could there be a Dementor around? Harry felt helpless without his wand to preform a Patronous. Harry felt sleepy and simply allowed himself to be beaten up. It became increasingly dark until all was black. A great voice boomed out of nowhere and the pain stopped. A weight was lifted, but Harry didn't open his eyes. He fell into an involuntary sleep.
Meisako: I know, I know. I'm horrible to Harry! And Ron just came back, too! Sorry, but my story is going to be full of these things! *usual methodical laughter* Just wait until my NEXT chapter! I'm soo twisted! *evil grin* Don't worry- I wont hurt Ron- Hermione on the other hand...
Granger: *gulp* Me?
Meisako: Yes, you. You ARE Hermione, aren't you?
Granger: No- I'm Hermes.
Meisako: Sorry, HERMES, but this is inavoidable. *suddenly puts on large owl glasses and is wearing a shawl, looking into a crystal ball* Ah! *misty Trelawney voice* I see imminate danger in your future... by the end of the week one of our number will leave us forever!
Granger: *gasp* No! It can't be! I can't-
Meisako: Oh, you're right! There was a smudge on my crystal ball- Lemme see... Okay, yeah. You'll be fine at the end of the story. Sorry about that.
Granger: *sigh* Thank goodness... I thought I was in for it!
Meisako: I thought you didn't believe in Divination?
Granger: I... erm- DON'T! Complete rubbish- Absolute tripe!
Meisako: Yeah- that's why you take Arithmancy, right?
Granger: Yes. Aithmancy is soo different, it's not even comparable!
Meisako: Save it, Hermione.
Join me again next time to see if I have actually made a REAL prediction, or if I should drop Divination and join Hermione in Aithmancy, which is wonderful because-- (will we EVER know what Arithmancy IS? hint hint: keep reading!)
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.