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 (and all first years) are property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), copyright 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
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chapter Twenty Six: The Substitution
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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., Hermione Radcliffe, SlyCat, Ashley, Lady Artemisu, and AMBER!!!. 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: I know, I know. Don't hate me! Things will get better by chapter 28... I hope! I'm working on it!
Amber: Sorry if I weirded you out! LOL! Have fun reading!!!
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Harry turned off the water and dried 'Hermione's' hand on a paper towel. There was a cold giggle behind him. "Forget how to be a girl?"
"No, now if you please, Mrytle, I'll be late for Arithmancy. I'll see you around." Harry gave his best impression of one of Hermione's trademark looks and left.
"Yeah," said Moaning Mrytle drly, "around."
"That took nearly forty minutes, Hermione... Fall in?" Ron stood leaning against the wall next to the girls' toilet.
"You didn't have to wait- and don't exagerate... Besides, being a girl isn't as easy as it looks (A/N: Isn't that the truth!?), Ron." Harry brushed out Hermione's skirt. "I have to look my best, don't I?" It had over one month since the inccedent and Harry still found it difficult to act like Hermione- let alone dress like her.
Ron rolled his eyes as they began walking down the corridor. "Did you hear that the Quidditch team is going to play, even without Harry? Taking a bit of a risk... They could have postponed it."
Harry looked up suddenly. "They aren't going to find a replacement? I mean- they can do that, can't they?"
"They can, but under special circumstances. Besides, who do you know who could take Harry's place as Seeker and be even half as good?"
Harry blushed at the unintended compliment. "I could do it," Harry said in Hermione's matter-of-fact tone.
Ron snorted. "Yeah, sure!"
"I could!" Harry snapped. "In fact, I think I'll talk with Professor McGonagall before lunch. This is my corridor, bye Ron!" Harry turned down a hallway to Arithmancy with Professor Vector as Ron headed straight for Divination. It never ceased to amuse Harry that Hermione had dropped Divination for Arithmancy, which was nothing but Divination with numbers! (A/N: See, I told you you'd find out what it was! Arithmancy is also called Numberology) After Arithmancy Harry went to Advanced Herbology and then to Professor McGonagall's office, keeping true to his word.
"Erm, Professor?" He stepped in and closed the door.
"Miss Grang- sorry, Harry?" She took off her rectangular spectacles and placed them on her desk. "Can I help you with something?" She instantly frowned. "Is this another question, about you-know-what... a peri--"
"Oh no, Professor!" Harry was deeply embarrassed. "Actually, I was going to ask if I could substitue for Harry Potter in the Quidditch match tomorrow?"
McGonagall's eyes shone. "Well then, Miss Granger- I do believe it's a possibility! But can you promise you can preform successfully without drawing attention to the fact that you are not who you appear?"
Harry smiled. "I think I can, Professor."
Professor McGonagall scrawled a note on a small peice of parchment. "Give this to Katie Bell today and I'll see you in the match tomorrow!" She handed him the note with one of her rare smiles. "Now don't be late for lunch."
Harry took the note and headed down to the Great Hall. "Told you so," he said in a sing-song voice, shoving the note into Ron's face.
Ron took the note and stared at it in disbelief. "But you are horrible at flying!"
"Thanks alot- I'll show you!" Harry snapped, taking the note away.
"What'll you show him? Fred asked interestedly.
"That i can be a good Quidditch player."
George looked over his brother. "Just how do you plan on doing that, exactly?" Harry handed the twins the note from Professor McGonagall. The boys read it four times before looking up. "Oi, Katie!" George yelled down the table to the Captain, Fred however looked at Harry with a dumbfounded smile.
"What?" Katie stood from her seat and looked at them. "Something the matter?"
"Well... We've got ourselves a replacement Seeker." Fred answered casually.
"Who?" Katie walked over to them. Alicia and Angela were now looking at the group.
"Hermione," Seamus answered after overhearing the entire conversation unfold. Neville and Dean looked up, suprised.
Katie read the note slowly. "Can you fly, Granger?"
"McGonagall seems to think so." Harry was begining to feel uncomfortable. This was a side he had never seen of them. They obviously didn't think too highly of Hermione.
"Just don't mess things up." Katie returned to her seat and the talk at the table returned to normal.
George smiled and shook 'Hermione's' hand. "Glad to have ya aboard, Hermione! Don't mind them-" He nodded toward the rest of the team.
"Yeah," said Fred, "They're just upset 'cause we're playing without our key-player. Any help you could offer would be great..." Harry was suprised how much their reactions differed from everyone else. They were just those happy sort of people, he figured.
"I'll try my best."
The Order of the Phoenix walked in the room slowly. It was the first time Sirius had been seen since the attack. His appearance had changed slightly. He now wore black robes, rather than his usual grey ones, a sign of deep mourning, and a smaller hood that cast a shadow over his sad eyes. They walked up to the Gryffindor table where Harry and Ron sat and stood around them for a moment. Sirius looked as though he were about to say something, but thought better of it. Lupin sighed.
"We're leaving tomorrow, there's nothing we can do here."
"Oh Professor Lupin! Can't you just stay one more day?" Harry pleaded. He really wanted them to stay- with all of his heart he wished them to remain with him.
"Hermione'll be in the Quidditch match tomorrow- Stay and watch the match at least," Ron added. He obviously felt safer with them around, too.
"Then... you'll be playing Seeker, am I right, Hermione? Harry's position..." Sirius said at long last.
Harry's heart sank. "Yes, sir." Harry never fully realized what affect his life had on others until he saw it from Hermione's eyes. Cho, for example, had cried the instant she heard and locked herself up in a classroom. It took six professors and three hours to knock the door down and get her out. Cho threw a flying fit when they retrieved her, screaming they were torturing her by not letting her mourn.
Ginny for the most part, had become a recluse. She didn't speak much anymore and usually kept to herself in her dorm with the curtains drawn about her bed. If one was quiet enough, they could hear her sobs. Ginny refused to come out for meals and during classes she refused to answer any questions. The professors had finally learned that is was no use to even ask. They would get no response.
Sirius hadn't been seen by the students, staff, or the Order until just now. No one knew where he went or what he did. He just left.
That night when Harry was putting on Hermione's dressing gown, which he still closed his eyes to do, there came a soft knock on the door. "Just a moment!" harry pulled Hermione's night robe about him and opened the door for a small frail figure. "Ginny, long time no speak- come in." Ginny sat lightly on Hermione's bed and Harry joined her. "Was there something on you mind?"
"Uh-huh, Hermione, I'm scared."
"How's that, Ginny?"
"Have you read the Daily Prophet yet?" Ginny unfolded a peice of crumpled parchment she had been holding.
"No-" Harry had been using Hermione's subscription to the Daily Prophet to line Crookshank's little box-bed. Ginny handed Harry the paper. It was yellowed with sweat and tears and said:
Daily Prophet
Sightings
Sitings of the Dark mark have been seen in Wales and London over twelves times a peice within the last month. Experts say they began soon after the attack at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on Harry Potter, and must have something to do with his near-death experience. Potter remains in the infirmiry at the school in a coma.
More attackes have followed the Dark Mark sitings in Wales. Three Wizards and a Muggle bystander received the Dementor's Kiss from one of these rouge beings. A Witch, south of Aberdeen, reportedly saved a young wizarding child from a Dementor's Kiss with a strong Patronus. Many say the Dementors have joined the Dark Forces, a statement which has been confirmed by the recent temporary closure of Azkaban, due to lack of emplyees.
Sitings have become more frequent these past days and seem to be traveling in a North-bound pattern, perhaps to Aberdeen, or perhaps to Hogwarts to finish off what is left of the boy-who-lived.
Harry felt scared as he put down the parchment, but contorted his face, as to not show it. "Are you worried about the Dementors?"
"No-- I'm scared for Harry!" Ginny's eyes got large. "The Dementors are after him! You saw how he was on the train two years ago when a Dementor got too close- The Dementors'll kill Harry! He's not very strong right now, and he can't protect himself!" Ginny began to ring her hands together.
Harry put a comforting arm around Ginny. "Please, Gin... Harry'll be alright. Just you wait and see."
Ginny was quiet for a long while. "Will he ever wake up, Hermione?" her voice was barely audiable.
"I reckon so, Ginny."
"If he doesn't wake up- how will I ever tell him?" She said to herself as she stood to leave.
"Tell m-him what?" Harry was refolding the article.
Ginny paused at the door, half-blushing, half-smiling. Harry thought she reminded him of a painting just then, the way the light hit her. She looked awfully cute... "That- I love him."
"Don't worry Ginny. Harry'll know one day."
Ginny nodded slightly. "Thanks for listening Hermione. You're a great friend."
The next day, Harry sat with the rest of the Quidditch Team. "I figured I'd sit with you. Harry always did."
Alicia Spinnet nodded and moved over to make room for the 'newest' Seeker.
"You can do this, right Granger? If not, tell us now." Katie said from two seats away.
"I think I can-"
'Captain' Katie leaned over to Harry. "Don't think, just do." Harry was so taken back by her rudeness he didn't reply.
Harry put on his own Quidditch gear ("Harry wont mind, go ahead Herm") and was suprised by how lose they were. Harry also sat through the pep talk, pretending to be interested and nodding everytime some one asked, "Got that, Hermione?" Everything seemed to go by faster- Perhaps that was because Harry's mind dwelled on the Quidditch stadium the entire time.
When they were finally let onto the feild, they were greeting by the cheer of the entire school and an unfamilar voice. "Welcome to Quidditch! I'm your subtitute commentator, Jo'Nathan Kimlinger! Lee's got a bad case of strep and I was asked to fill in. Isn't that great? I mean, how many first years do you know of who get to commentate at a Quidditch mat-"
"I assure you, Jo, that you will be the last. Now please, introduce the teams already..." Said an irritated Professor McGonagall.
"Oh, sure. Gryffindor!" The crowds errupted with a loud cheer. "Today they are sporting a substitue Seeker, Hermione Granger!" Instead of cheers, Harry was greeted with the distinct sound of laughter and gossip.
"Oh come now!" Harry muttered frusterated.
"And their off! Look at them go! Wow! Hey, Professor- how come I don't get to be the substitute Seeker?"
"Keep your eyes on the game, Jo- Johnson just scored."
"Right- Johnson scores!"
Today's match was against Slytherin- and after hearing that Hermione was the temporary Seeker, Malofy became overly confident. "Don't break a nail, Granger!" Draco yelled as he flew loops around Harry. Harry didn't move. He simply sat on the broom, mildly irritated.
"It's not my nails I intend to break."
"Oh, aggressive, are we?" Malfoy laughed and pulled into a sudden U-Dive.
"If you're trying to impress me, Malfoy- You've failed miserably." He said sternly and Malfoy blushed angrily.
"Shut up, you filthy Mudblood!" 'Hermione's' face boiled with anger and Harry longed to land a knuckle sandwich on the annoying Slytherin. ("Great save by Finnigan!") Harry saw the Snitch near the mid-feild line.
"Oh! Look!" Harry pointed towards the commentator stand, "The Snitch!" Draco turned to see for himself and Harry suddenly dove. He figured at this rate, if he pulled up just near the center of the line, he would come up just beneath the Snitch.
"Oh! Granger's a tricky one! Look at that!!" Jo'Nathan's voice echoed.
'Pull up' His mind told him.
'No- If I pull up now, I wont get the Snitch!'
'You haven't got your Firebolt- the school's broom wont react as quickly!'
'I can do it! It matters souly on the rider!'
Draco was right behind him and gaining too quickly for Harry's comfort. Gryffindor was going to lose. "Give up, Mudblood!"
Harry willed the broom to go faster he was six feet from the ground... four... two... Harry pulled up just beneath the Snitch and caught it firmly in his hand as he heard a smack. Draco had crashed into the grass.
"Granger's got the Snitch! Gryffindor's won the Quidditch Match , 170 to 20, AND the Quidditch Cup!!" The stadium errupted with cheers and bright red banners. Harry landed and was met by the rest of the team.
"Amazing!"
"Splendid!"
"Sorry I doubted you-"
Ron suddenly burst through the crowd. "Hermione! Hermione! You've won it! You've won!" His eyes flashed mischieviously. "Can I talk to you over hear?" Ron grabbed 'Hermione's' arm and pulled him over to a darkened corridor which led to the Hufflepuff changing rooms.
"Let them be," Fred yelled the rest of the team.
"Yeah!" joined George, "Ronnikins and Hermione want to be alone!" The team laughed.
Harry felt sick. They were joking, right? His heart resumed its normanl beating pace when he saw the Order of the Phoenix awaiting him in the shadows. "What's this all about?"
"Just wanted to congradulate you- Terrific... Wronzenkey Fright, wasn't it?" Lupin asked.
"Wonski Feint, actu-" Harry stopped, but it was already too late. His mistake spread a smile across Ron's face. Harry had forgotten that Hermione didn't waste her time learning names of moves and tatics in the game of Quidditch.
"Are you sure it was a Wonski Feint... Harry?" Ron's eyes were very round.
"i don't know what you are talking about-" Harry was becoming nervous. Everything would be ruined if anyone found out.
"Of course you do! Harry's the only one who could have pulled that move off- even without a Firebolt!" Ron was looking very happy. Mrs. Figg and Mudungus Fletcher smiled to themselves.
"Alright- But you can't breath a word to anyone!" Harry finally gave in.
"Then it IS you!" Sirius pulled Harry into a teary eyed hug. "Oh my dear lad! have you any clue as to how worried I was?"
"I knew- But Dumbledore reckoned things would be safer if no one knew..." Harry explained through the noise of his godfather's cries. "So- you aren't leaving now, are you?"
"No, Harry... We'll stick around."
"Harry, how long have you been like this?" Mudungus Fletcher asked, leaning agaisnt the wall.
"Since the attack-"
"But... how?" Mrs. Figg asked, wiping her eyes.
Harry went on to explain the attack and Hermione's role in it all. Ron looked away when his name was mentioned. Harry finished and they all stood quiet for a while.
"Harry," said Ron, "I'm sorry."
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Meisako: Sorry I kinda left you guys off like that- But let me warn ya... I was writing chapter 28 and I left it at such a cliffhanger, I was upset with myself for leaving myself hanging!! I couldn't help it!! It was 2 am and I was sleepy! I had to leave it there!
Malfoy: I'm better.
Meisako: I guess that's good... You're stupid.
Malfoy: What?! Where did that come from?
Meisako: Haven't you read my chapter?
Malfoy: Erm, no. I don't lower myself to those standards. It's degrading.
Meisako: Well, escuse me!
Malfoy: Oh yuck! Did you fart?!
Meisako: What? No! It was a sarcastic phrase... you really ARE stupid.
Malfoy: At least I don't get floo and flu mixxed up!
Meisako: *ggrrrrrr* Get out!!
Malfoy: Fine... *gets up and leaves*
Meisako: *as soon as he's gone pulls out a heart shaped locket with Tom Felton's picture in it* Oh my love... How I long to kiss you... *sigh* Meisa Anne Felton.... *ahhhh* But wait! I can't forget my other love! Where's that picture of Christian Coulson... Here it is! *produces another locket with Christian's picture in it* Meisa Anne Coulson... Who do I love more!? *sob* I'm soo confused!!!
Malfoy: My God! I never saw a more sickening site!
Meisako: *quickly hides lockets* What site? I didn't do anything...
Malfoy: You're drooling over me!
Meisako: Not just you! Christian Coulson... *sigh*
Malfoy: Isn't he Voldemort?
Meisako: Yes, but does that really matter if you're truely in love?
Malfoy: ...I'm telling your boyfriend that your in love with some one else!!
Meisako: That's okay... Tommy-babe and Voldie-hun can share me with him... He wont mind...
Malfoy: I'm scared...
**Tom Felton is the actor who plays Draco Malfoy** *drool*
**Christian Coulson is the actor for Tom Riddle** *heart throb!!*
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 (and all first years) are property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), copyright 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
chapter Twenty Six: The Substitution
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., Hermione Radcliffe, SlyCat, Ashley, Lady Artemisu, and AMBER!!!. 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: I know, I know. Don't hate me! Things will get better by chapter 28... I hope! I'm working on it!
Amber: Sorry if I weirded you out! LOL! Have fun reading!!!
*****
Harry turned off the water and dried 'Hermione's' hand on a paper towel. There was a cold giggle behind him. "Forget how to be a girl?"
"No, now if you please, Mrytle, I'll be late for Arithmancy. I'll see you around." Harry gave his best impression of one of Hermione's trademark looks and left.
"Yeah," said Moaning Mrytle drly, "around."
"That took nearly forty minutes, Hermione... Fall in?" Ron stood leaning against the wall next to the girls' toilet.
"You didn't have to wait- and don't exagerate... Besides, being a girl isn't as easy as it looks (A/N: Isn't that the truth!?), Ron." Harry brushed out Hermione's skirt. "I have to look my best, don't I?" It had over one month since the inccedent and Harry still found it difficult to act like Hermione- let alone dress like her.
Ron rolled his eyes as they began walking down the corridor. "Did you hear that the Quidditch team is going to play, even without Harry? Taking a bit of a risk... They could have postponed it."
Harry looked up suddenly. "They aren't going to find a replacement? I mean- they can do that, can't they?"
"They can, but under special circumstances. Besides, who do you know who could take Harry's place as Seeker and be even half as good?"
Harry blushed at the unintended compliment. "I could do it," Harry said in Hermione's matter-of-fact tone.
Ron snorted. "Yeah, sure!"
"I could!" Harry snapped. "In fact, I think I'll talk with Professor McGonagall before lunch. This is my corridor, bye Ron!" Harry turned down a hallway to Arithmancy with Professor Vector as Ron headed straight for Divination. It never ceased to amuse Harry that Hermione had dropped Divination for Arithmancy, which was nothing but Divination with numbers! (A/N: See, I told you you'd find out what it was! Arithmancy is also called Numberology) After Arithmancy Harry went to Advanced Herbology and then to Professor McGonagall's office, keeping true to his word.
"Erm, Professor?" He stepped in and closed the door.
"Miss Grang- sorry, Harry?" She took off her rectangular spectacles and placed them on her desk. "Can I help you with something?" She instantly frowned. "Is this another question, about you-know-what... a peri--"
"Oh no, Professor!" Harry was deeply embarrassed. "Actually, I was going to ask if I could substitue for Harry Potter in the Quidditch match tomorrow?"
McGonagall's eyes shone. "Well then, Miss Granger- I do believe it's a possibility! But can you promise you can preform successfully without drawing attention to the fact that you are not who you appear?"
Harry smiled. "I think I can, Professor."
Professor McGonagall scrawled a note on a small peice of parchment. "Give this to Katie Bell today and I'll see you in the match tomorrow!" She handed him the note with one of her rare smiles. "Now don't be late for lunch."
Harry took the note and headed down to the Great Hall. "Told you so," he said in a sing-song voice, shoving the note into Ron's face.
Ron took the note and stared at it in disbelief. "But you are horrible at flying!"
"Thanks alot- I'll show you!" Harry snapped, taking the note away.
"What'll you show him? Fred asked interestedly.
"That i can be a good Quidditch player."
George looked over his brother. "Just how do you plan on doing that, exactly?" Harry handed the twins the note from Professor McGonagall. The boys read it four times before looking up. "Oi, Katie!" George yelled down the table to the Captain, Fred however looked at Harry with a dumbfounded smile.
"What?" Katie stood from her seat and looked at them. "Something the matter?"
"Well... We've got ourselves a replacement Seeker." Fred answered casually.
"Who?" Katie walked over to them. Alicia and Angela were now looking at the group.
"Hermione," Seamus answered after overhearing the entire conversation unfold. Neville and Dean looked up, suprised.
Katie read the note slowly. "Can you fly, Granger?"
"McGonagall seems to think so." Harry was begining to feel uncomfortable. This was a side he had never seen of them. They obviously didn't think too highly of Hermione.
"Just don't mess things up." Katie returned to her seat and the talk at the table returned to normal.
George smiled and shook 'Hermione's' hand. "Glad to have ya aboard, Hermione! Don't mind them-" He nodded toward the rest of the team.
"Yeah," said Fred, "They're just upset 'cause we're playing without our key-player. Any help you could offer would be great..." Harry was suprised how much their reactions differed from everyone else. They were just those happy sort of people, he figured.
"I'll try my best."
The Order of the Phoenix walked in the room slowly. It was the first time Sirius had been seen since the attack. His appearance had changed slightly. He now wore black robes, rather than his usual grey ones, a sign of deep mourning, and a smaller hood that cast a shadow over his sad eyes. They walked up to the Gryffindor table where Harry and Ron sat and stood around them for a moment. Sirius looked as though he were about to say something, but thought better of it. Lupin sighed.
"We're leaving tomorrow, there's nothing we can do here."
"Oh Professor Lupin! Can't you just stay one more day?" Harry pleaded. He really wanted them to stay- with all of his heart he wished them to remain with him.
"Hermione'll be in the Quidditch match tomorrow- Stay and watch the match at least," Ron added. He obviously felt safer with them around, too.
"Then... you'll be playing Seeker, am I right, Hermione? Harry's position..." Sirius said at long last.
Harry's heart sank. "Yes, sir." Harry never fully realized what affect his life had on others until he saw it from Hermione's eyes. Cho, for example, had cried the instant she heard and locked herself up in a classroom. It took six professors and three hours to knock the door down and get her out. Cho threw a flying fit when they retrieved her, screaming they were torturing her by not letting her mourn.
Ginny for the most part, had become a recluse. She didn't speak much anymore and usually kept to herself in her dorm with the curtains drawn about her bed. If one was quiet enough, they could hear her sobs. Ginny refused to come out for meals and during classes she refused to answer any questions. The professors had finally learned that is was no use to even ask. They would get no response.
Sirius hadn't been seen by the students, staff, or the Order until just now. No one knew where he went or what he did. He just left.
That night when Harry was putting on Hermione's dressing gown, which he still closed his eyes to do, there came a soft knock on the door. "Just a moment!" harry pulled Hermione's night robe about him and opened the door for a small frail figure. "Ginny, long time no speak- come in." Ginny sat lightly on Hermione's bed and Harry joined her. "Was there something on you mind?"
"Uh-huh, Hermione, I'm scared."
"How's that, Ginny?"
"Have you read the Daily Prophet yet?" Ginny unfolded a peice of crumpled parchment she had been holding.
"No-" Harry had been using Hermione's subscription to the Daily Prophet to line Crookshank's little box-bed. Ginny handed Harry the paper. It was yellowed with sweat and tears and said:
Sightings
Sitings of the Dark mark have been seen in Wales and London over twelves times a peice within the last month. Experts say they began soon after the attack at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on Harry Potter, and must have something to do with his near-death experience. Potter remains in the infirmiry at the school in a coma.
More attackes have followed the Dark Mark sitings in Wales. Three Wizards and a Muggle bystander received the Dementor's Kiss from one of these rouge beings. A Witch, south of Aberdeen, reportedly saved a young wizarding child from a Dementor's Kiss with a strong Patronus. Many say the Dementors have joined the Dark Forces, a statement which has been confirmed by the recent temporary closure of Azkaban, due to lack of emplyees.
Sitings have become more frequent these past days and seem to be traveling in a North-bound pattern, perhaps to Aberdeen, or perhaps to Hogwarts to finish off what is left of the boy-who-lived.
Harry felt scared as he put down the parchment, but contorted his face, as to not show it. "Are you worried about the Dementors?"
"No-- I'm scared for Harry!" Ginny's eyes got large. "The Dementors are after him! You saw how he was on the train two years ago when a Dementor got too close- The Dementors'll kill Harry! He's not very strong right now, and he can't protect himself!" Ginny began to ring her hands together.
Harry put a comforting arm around Ginny. "Please, Gin... Harry'll be alright. Just you wait and see."
Ginny was quiet for a long while. "Will he ever wake up, Hermione?" her voice was barely audiable.
"I reckon so, Ginny."
"If he doesn't wake up- how will I ever tell him?" She said to herself as she stood to leave.
"Tell m-him what?" Harry was refolding the article.
Ginny paused at the door, half-blushing, half-smiling. Harry thought she reminded him of a painting just then, the way the light hit her. She looked awfully cute... "That- I love him."
"Don't worry Ginny. Harry'll know one day."
Ginny nodded slightly. "Thanks for listening Hermione. You're a great friend."
The next day, Harry sat with the rest of the Quidditch Team. "I figured I'd sit with you. Harry always did."
Alicia Spinnet nodded and moved over to make room for the 'newest' Seeker.
"You can do this, right Granger? If not, tell us now." Katie said from two seats away.
"I think I can-"
'Captain' Katie leaned over to Harry. "Don't think, just do." Harry was so taken back by her rudeness he didn't reply.
Harry put on his own Quidditch gear ("Harry wont mind, go ahead Herm") and was suprised by how lose they were. Harry also sat through the pep talk, pretending to be interested and nodding everytime some one asked, "Got that, Hermione?" Everything seemed to go by faster- Perhaps that was because Harry's mind dwelled on the Quidditch stadium the entire time.
When they were finally let onto the feild, they were greeting by the cheer of the entire school and an unfamilar voice. "Welcome to Quidditch! I'm your subtitute commentator, Jo'Nathan Kimlinger! Lee's got a bad case of strep and I was asked to fill in. Isn't that great? I mean, how many first years do you know of who get to commentate at a Quidditch mat-"
"I assure you, Jo, that you will be the last. Now please, introduce the teams already..." Said an irritated Professor McGonagall.
"Oh, sure. Gryffindor!" The crowds errupted with a loud cheer. "Today they are sporting a substitue Seeker, Hermione Granger!" Instead of cheers, Harry was greeted with the distinct sound of laughter and gossip.
"Oh come now!" Harry muttered frusterated.
"And their off! Look at them go! Wow! Hey, Professor- how come I don't get to be the substitute Seeker?"
"Keep your eyes on the game, Jo- Johnson just scored."
"Right- Johnson scores!"
Today's match was against Slytherin- and after hearing that Hermione was the temporary Seeker, Malofy became overly confident. "Don't break a nail, Granger!" Draco yelled as he flew loops around Harry. Harry didn't move. He simply sat on the broom, mildly irritated.
"It's not my nails I intend to break."
"Oh, aggressive, are we?" Malfoy laughed and pulled into a sudden U-Dive.
"If you're trying to impress me, Malfoy- You've failed miserably." He said sternly and Malfoy blushed angrily.
"Shut up, you filthy Mudblood!" 'Hermione's' face boiled with anger and Harry longed to land a knuckle sandwich on the annoying Slytherin. ("Great save by Finnigan!") Harry saw the Snitch near the mid-feild line.
"Oh! Look!" Harry pointed towards the commentator stand, "The Snitch!" Draco turned to see for himself and Harry suddenly dove. He figured at this rate, if he pulled up just near the center of the line, he would come up just beneath the Snitch.
"Oh! Granger's a tricky one! Look at that!!" Jo'Nathan's voice echoed.
'Pull up' His mind told him.
'No- If I pull up now, I wont get the Snitch!'
'You haven't got your Firebolt- the school's broom wont react as quickly!'
'I can do it! It matters souly on the rider!'
Draco was right behind him and gaining too quickly for Harry's comfort. Gryffindor was going to lose. "Give up, Mudblood!"
Harry willed the broom to go faster he was six feet from the ground... four... two... Harry pulled up just beneath the Snitch and caught it firmly in his hand as he heard a smack. Draco had crashed into the grass.
"Granger's got the Snitch! Gryffindor's won the Quidditch Match , 170 to 20, AND the Quidditch Cup!!" The stadium errupted with cheers and bright red banners. Harry landed and was met by the rest of the team.
"Amazing!"
"Splendid!"
"Sorry I doubted you-"
Ron suddenly burst through the crowd. "Hermione! Hermione! You've won it! You've won!" His eyes flashed mischieviously. "Can I talk to you over hear?" Ron grabbed 'Hermione's' arm and pulled him over to a darkened corridor which led to the Hufflepuff changing rooms.
"Let them be," Fred yelled the rest of the team.
"Yeah!" joined George, "Ronnikins and Hermione want to be alone!" The team laughed.
Harry felt sick. They were joking, right? His heart resumed its normanl beating pace when he saw the Order of the Phoenix awaiting him in the shadows. "What's this all about?"
"Just wanted to congradulate you- Terrific... Wronzenkey Fright, wasn't it?" Lupin asked.
"Wonski Feint, actu-" Harry stopped, but it was already too late. His mistake spread a smile across Ron's face. Harry had forgotten that Hermione didn't waste her time learning names of moves and tatics in the game of Quidditch.
"Are you sure it was a Wonski Feint... Harry?" Ron's eyes were very round.
"i don't know what you are talking about-" Harry was becoming nervous. Everything would be ruined if anyone found out.
"Of course you do! Harry's the only one who could have pulled that move off- even without a Firebolt!" Ron was looking very happy. Mrs. Figg and Mudungus Fletcher smiled to themselves.
"Alright- But you can't breath a word to anyone!" Harry finally gave in.
"Then it IS you!" Sirius pulled Harry into a teary eyed hug. "Oh my dear lad! have you any clue as to how worried I was?"
"I knew- But Dumbledore reckoned things would be safer if no one knew..." Harry explained through the noise of his godfather's cries. "So- you aren't leaving now, are you?"
"No, Harry... We'll stick around."
"Harry, how long have you been like this?" Mudungus Fletcher asked, leaning agaisnt the wall.
"Since the attack-"
"But... how?" Mrs. Figg asked, wiping her eyes.
Harry went on to explain the attack and Hermione's role in it all. Ron looked away when his name was mentioned. Harry finished and they all stood quiet for a while.
"Harry," said Ron, "I'm sorry."
Meisako: Sorry I kinda left you guys off like that- But let me warn ya... I was writing chapter 28 and I left it at such a cliffhanger, I was upset with myself for leaving myself hanging!! I couldn't help it!! It was 2 am and I was sleepy! I had to leave it there!
Malfoy: I'm better.
Meisako: I guess that's good... You're stupid.
Malfoy: What?! Where did that come from?
Meisako: Haven't you read my chapter?
Malfoy: Erm, no. I don't lower myself to those standards. It's degrading.
Meisako: Well, escuse me!
Malfoy: Oh yuck! Did you fart?!
Meisako: What? No! It was a sarcastic phrase... you really ARE stupid.
Malfoy: At least I don't get floo and flu mixxed up!
Meisako: *ggrrrrrr* Get out!!
Malfoy: Fine... *gets up and leaves*
Meisako: *as soon as he's gone pulls out a heart shaped locket with Tom Felton's picture in it* Oh my love... How I long to kiss you... *sigh* Meisa Anne Felton.... *ahhhh* But wait! I can't forget my other love! Where's that picture of Christian Coulson... Here it is! *produces another locket with Christian's picture in it* Meisa Anne Coulson... Who do I love more!? *sob* I'm soo confused!!!
Malfoy: My God! I never saw a more sickening site!
Meisako: *quickly hides lockets* What site? I didn't do anything...
Malfoy: You're drooling over me!
Meisako: Not just you! Christian Coulson... *sigh*
Malfoy: Isn't he Voldemort?
Meisako: Yes, but does that really matter if you're truely in love?
Malfoy: ...I'm telling your boyfriend that your in love with some one else!!
Meisako: That's okay... Tommy-babe and Voldie-hun can share me with him... He wont mind...
Malfoy: I'm scared...
**Tom Felton is the actor who plays Draco Malfoy** *drool*
**Christian Coulson is the actor for Tom Riddle** *heart throb!!*
I have a new E-Mail: Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com Please email me! :) I'd like that.