~*~ Strange Things Happen To Me ~*~
Part 4
Disclaimers: Unfortunately, I do not own Harry Potter in any shape or form, unless you happen to count all that merchandise I have… :) JK Rowling is doing a fantastic job! Can't wait to read the 5th book!
A/N: Sorry this took me so long to post up. I'm pretty sure you'll like this though! This is Ron POV.
I was pretty nervous then. The stretch of the Hogwarts grounds seemed to stretch longer and longer with every step I took. Harry was walking right beside me and could sense my fear…however, he seemed to be having a decent amount of it as well. Finally, he couldn't take the silence anymore.
"Ron, do you think I have a chance at being Quidditch captain?" he blurted out.
"Of course you do!" I said, astounded he'd think otherwise. "I mean, you're the favorite of the whole team. Fred and George aren't going to be around much longer, nor is anyone else."
Harry sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I hate always getting the attention…everyone expects me to be the hero. Oh, and don't worry about tryouts," he said to me, seeing the anxious look on my face. "We only take talent, and you're plenty of it."
I turned my head around to see a few people walking down with us who weren't on the Quidditch team. My stomach started to churn. I turned my head back to concentrate on what was at hand, and then two people whom I had known all my life popped up out of nowhere.
"Hey, Ron!" Fred said, pushing George aside when he was about to say something. "Trying out for keeper?"
I nodded, and I felt even sicker.
"You'll do great!" George said, looking proud.
"I think I'm gonna pass out" I muttered to Harry.
We finally arrived inside the Gryffindor tent room, and everyone sat down. Professor McGonagall stood at the front-center of the room with a determined look about her (which is always the case anyhow).
"Hurry up, now! Let's not waste time!" she barked at us. Once everyone was seated, she smiled at all of us. "Now, as you know, our fellow Quidditch captain and keeper, Oliver Wood, graduated two years ago from Hogwarts. He was a model student who kept the team together and under control, as was a fine Quidditch player. We now must fill these two positions. For those of you who wish to try out for keeper, please sign up on this piece of paper posted up on the board there."
I looked up to see a piece of parchment with the words GRYFFINDOR KEEPER TRYOUTS posted on the door in red and gold ink.
"For those of you who wish to try and fill this spot, I expect you all to come to tryouts this Saturday at noon, and please be prompt. You can leave now, and I want the Quidditch team to stay here to vote."
"I'll wait for you outside," I said to Harry. He nodded, but his eyes were glazed. He was somewhere else.
When I stepped outside, I saw Hermione standing there, waiting. She looked exhausted.
"We have double Potions with the Slytherins first," she said gloomily. "Professor Snape is going to be extremely angry if we are late. Where's Harry?"
"Being voted for Quidditch captain. Don't worry, we have about fifteen minutes-Harry will be voted in five seconds."
Hermione nodded, and a moment after Harry walked out, looking dazed.
"I'm captain! This is going to be one really hard year."
"I'll say" I groaned.
"Congratulations, Harry. Let's go before Snape gives us detention," Hermione said, turning on her heel.
~*~
"You're late!" Snape growled at us.
"Half of the Slytherins aren't even here yet!" Seamus shot back at him, trying to defend us.
"One more word out of you, Finnigan, and you'll be sent to your Head of House!" he barked.
Seamus groaned and sat back in his chair, looking defeated
"Today, we will be concocting a sleeping draught, but one which you might refer to as-," (and he looked quite disgusted when he said it), "a 'fairytale' sleeping draught. If you have ever heard the children's story 'Sleeping Beauty', this draught fits the pattern. It makes one fall asleep, only to be awakened by true love's kiss."
Snape shuddered at the thought, and Dean snorted under his breath. I held onto Harry, trying hard not to laugh at the scene. I looked at Hermione, who had a sort of wistful expression on her face.
"This is a complicated solution, which takes a great deal of time to make" Snape continued. "To my great displeasure, Professor-if you'd even call her that-Trelawny is trying to get Professor Dumbledore to have us TEST this on two of our students in this class. She says she thinks she knows two pupils in here at least who'd be able to perform this-ACT. Yet, in many ways, this could be QUITE amusing," he said, eyeing the entire room. "We are to start learning how to make this solution today."
Neville groaned.
"I'm going to fail miserably this semester" he whispered to me.
"Maybe I'll do better this term," I muttered, looking at Hermione.
~*~
So, how did you like it? I just came up with that idea and thought it might be interesting… ;o) Please review and let me know if this is any good still!
Part 4
Disclaimers: Unfortunately, I do not own Harry Potter in any shape or form, unless you happen to count all that merchandise I have… :) JK Rowling is doing a fantastic job! Can't wait to read the 5th book!
A/N: Sorry this took me so long to post up. I'm pretty sure you'll like this though! This is Ron POV.
I was pretty nervous then. The stretch of the Hogwarts grounds seemed to stretch longer and longer with every step I took. Harry was walking right beside me and could sense my fear…however, he seemed to be having a decent amount of it as well. Finally, he couldn't take the silence anymore.
"Ron, do you think I have a chance at being Quidditch captain?" he blurted out.
"Of course you do!" I said, astounded he'd think otherwise. "I mean, you're the favorite of the whole team. Fred and George aren't going to be around much longer, nor is anyone else."
Harry sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I hate always getting the attention…everyone expects me to be the hero. Oh, and don't worry about tryouts," he said to me, seeing the anxious look on my face. "We only take talent, and you're plenty of it."
I turned my head around to see a few people walking down with us who weren't on the Quidditch team. My stomach started to churn. I turned my head back to concentrate on what was at hand, and then two people whom I had known all my life popped up out of nowhere.
"Hey, Ron!" Fred said, pushing George aside when he was about to say something. "Trying out for keeper?"
I nodded, and I felt even sicker.
"You'll do great!" George said, looking proud.
"I think I'm gonna pass out" I muttered to Harry.
We finally arrived inside the Gryffindor tent room, and everyone sat down. Professor McGonagall stood at the front-center of the room with a determined look about her (which is always the case anyhow).
"Hurry up, now! Let's not waste time!" she barked at us. Once everyone was seated, she smiled at all of us. "Now, as you know, our fellow Quidditch captain and keeper, Oliver Wood, graduated two years ago from Hogwarts. He was a model student who kept the team together and under control, as was a fine Quidditch player. We now must fill these two positions. For those of you who wish to try out for keeper, please sign up on this piece of paper posted up on the board there."
I looked up to see a piece of parchment with the words GRYFFINDOR KEEPER TRYOUTS posted on the door in red and gold ink.
"For those of you who wish to try and fill this spot, I expect you all to come to tryouts this Saturday at noon, and please be prompt. You can leave now, and I want the Quidditch team to stay here to vote."
"I'll wait for you outside," I said to Harry. He nodded, but his eyes were glazed. He was somewhere else.
When I stepped outside, I saw Hermione standing there, waiting. She looked exhausted.
"We have double Potions with the Slytherins first," she said gloomily. "Professor Snape is going to be extremely angry if we are late. Where's Harry?"
"Being voted for Quidditch captain. Don't worry, we have about fifteen minutes-Harry will be voted in five seconds."
Hermione nodded, and a moment after Harry walked out, looking dazed.
"I'm captain! This is going to be one really hard year."
"I'll say" I groaned.
"Congratulations, Harry. Let's go before Snape gives us detention," Hermione said, turning on her heel.
~*~
"You're late!" Snape growled at us.
"Half of the Slytherins aren't even here yet!" Seamus shot back at him, trying to defend us.
"One more word out of you, Finnigan, and you'll be sent to your Head of House!" he barked.
Seamus groaned and sat back in his chair, looking defeated
"Today, we will be concocting a sleeping draught, but one which you might refer to as-," (and he looked quite disgusted when he said it), "a 'fairytale' sleeping draught. If you have ever heard the children's story 'Sleeping Beauty', this draught fits the pattern. It makes one fall asleep, only to be awakened by true love's kiss."
Snape shuddered at the thought, and Dean snorted under his breath. I held onto Harry, trying hard not to laugh at the scene. I looked at Hermione, who had a sort of wistful expression on her face.
"This is a complicated solution, which takes a great deal of time to make" Snape continued. "To my great displeasure, Professor-if you'd even call her that-Trelawny is trying to get Professor Dumbledore to have us TEST this on two of our students in this class. She says she thinks she knows two pupils in here at least who'd be able to perform this-ACT. Yet, in many ways, this could be QUITE amusing," he said, eyeing the entire room. "We are to start learning how to make this solution today."
Neville groaned.
"I'm going to fail miserably this semester" he whispered to me.
"Maybe I'll do better this term," I muttered, looking at Hermione.
~*~
So, how did you like it? I just came up with that idea and thought it might be interesting… ;o) Please review and let me know if this is any good still!