Hello again, it's been a looooooong time, hasn't it.... anyway, I'm just going to keep on talking because I want the record for the longest run-on sentence! Oops, added punctuation... oh well. =) Well, most of these aren't my characters, and instead.... yep, you guessed it! J. K. Rowlings, maybe warner bros., or another company that's affiliated with Harry Potter! (I really really really really don't want to break a copyright law!) =) FINE! I'll get on with the story!=) Hey, I'm betting your wondering when the title will start to play a role! Well, you'll find out later!
Harry Potter and the Scroll of Merlin
Chapter 8: An Old Friend
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As the Quidditch team made their way into the Great Hall, it would have been hard to miss the grin on Harry's Face. It had been awhile since he had truly been happy, but becoming Gryffindor's Quidditch seeker could definitely produce a good patronus. When they sat down, they started to hear the rumors that the Ministry representative sent by Fudge was coming sometime today. They were going to survey the teachers and make sure that they were up to the Minister's standard. No one was happy to see an odd looking woman at the teacher's table, until they heard that she wasn't from the ministry. In fact, she was the defense against the arts teacher!
"Wow, she looks rather odd, doesn't she?" inquired Ron. "I mean, look at how she's just gazing off at the wall.... doesn't that strike you as odd Harry?" he continued through a mouthful of chicken.
"Well, I guess it isn't completely normal to stare at the wall... but she's got to be better than Lockhart!" said Harry. "Wait, if she's not the Ministry person, than who is?"
Just then the great hall's doors opened, and in walked the last person that Harry would have guessed. It was Mrs. Figg. The Mrs. Figg who had house reeking of several cats and old cabbage. Harry gasped, and while following her with his eyes, told Ron and Hermione who it was.
"Wait a minute, she can't be Mrs. Figg... that would mean a muggle had found Hogwarts! That's not possible!" Cried Hermione, while she started tearing through her bag in search of Hogwarts, A History.
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"Hello Arabella, thank you for coming on such short notice. I heard that Sirius notified you last." Dumbledore whispered to Mrs. Figg. "Please, sit down and have breakfast with us.
"Thank you Albus, and how are you today?" asked Mrs. Figg as she sat down, although she did not eat the wonderful food.
"Not as well as usual, I'm afraid... it seems that the Ministry is going to be sending one of it's members to keep watch on us. It's a pity really, they have other things to be watching out for...."
"Yes, they really must get their priorities straightened out."
"Well, I actually must be going soon, but we should continue this in my office. Is two o'clock alright?"
Mrs. Figg nodded, and as she stood up to leave, she caught sight of Harry, who was starting wide-eyed and mouth open at her. "Maybe we should give word to Harry that I'm a sorceress...."
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After Harry had been reassured that Mrs. Figg was actually a rather powerful sorceress, and not the muggle that she pretended to be, he and the rest of the Gryffindors made their way to Defense against the Dark Arts. Upon reaching the classroom and seating themselves at the very back of the room, the new professor walked in.
"Welcome class," she said, her eyes seeming to look far off into the distance. "My name is Professor Alana Adoran. To start of the new year, we will begin with some new hex preventions. As many of you have noticed, I seem rather 'distant.' I have hexed myself to see if you can find the countercurse and ways to prevent this. The symptom is to be constantly daydreaming. This will continually get worse until finally losing your grip on reality completely. When the countercurse is performed this will stop, so I do hope that you can find it quickly."
"Wait, I know this...." mumbled Rachel under her breath. She could see Hermione on the other side of the room waving her hand in the air.
"If you know the countercurse, just write it on a piece of parchment, and I'll come collect it. I'll reveal the answer in about five minutes, so I think it's about time you people open your books-happy hunting!"
As most of the class began to search through their books for the answer, Hermione and Rachel both wrote the curse (which happened to be somniumnus) and the countercurse - persepienta.
As the five minutes were up, and the answer was revealed, the professor gave twenty points out to the four people who gave the correct answer, and undid the curse. Then she paired the people up to try this curse. Rachel was paired with Neville longbottom, Ron with Harry, and Hermione with Parvati.
"Hey Harry..." Ron called as Harry was staring into space, thinking about Quidditch.
"What...?" he replied, still a bit absentmindedly.
"Looks like you might not need this curse, you're doing quite well witho-."
BANG!! A ball of smoke had been emitted from Neville's wand, engulfing Rachel. As it dispersed, she vanished.
"Oh no...." moaned Neville miserably. "I said suspinumnus, what did I do??
Professor Adoran hurried over, chuckling a bit, and with a reassuring voice told Neville, "Oh don't worry, you didn't make her disappear... just look up."
There was Rachel, fifteen feet in the air, very near the ceiling. You suspended her, but you mis-said that spell, so she seems to be unconscious.
Fifteen minutes later, the Gryffindors were walking out of the class, Rachel still a couple feet off the floor, being dragged through the air by Ron and Hermione. Neville kept apologizing, saying that he hadn't meant to....
"Don't worry about it, this is so cool!" She said, doing a mid-air flip.
As she was coming out of the flip, she felt her feet come in contact with something hard... and moving. She gasped, realizing that she had just kicked Professor Snape. Flying several feet back, she closed her eyes, waiting for the blade to fall.
Snape got to his feet, a look of such fury, it could almost have burnt a hole through Rachel. "You, detention, and thirty points from Gryffindor! And why weren't you two holding onto her!? Another twenty points off each, and detention!" He said venomously to Ron, Hermione and Rachel.
Harry suddenly cried, "But- they couldn't have held onto her.."
"Oh, did you say something? Hmm, why don't we just add another detention, making that four, and if you don't hold your tongue, I'll take another fifty points!" and with a sweep of his robes, Snape continued down the corridor.
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NOOOOOOO what's Snape going to do to them? And now quite a few people are going to be angry at Rachel for losing 30 points... dundundun! =D hey, please review, and tell me some exciting ideas to put in! THX!!
Harry Potter and the Scroll of Merlin
Chapter 8: An Old Friend
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As the Quidditch team made their way into the Great Hall, it would have been hard to miss the grin on Harry's Face. It had been awhile since he had truly been happy, but becoming Gryffindor's Quidditch seeker could definitely produce a good patronus. When they sat down, they started to hear the rumors that the Ministry representative sent by Fudge was coming sometime today. They were going to survey the teachers and make sure that they were up to the Minister's standard. No one was happy to see an odd looking woman at the teacher's table, until they heard that she wasn't from the ministry. In fact, she was the defense against the arts teacher!
"Wow, she looks rather odd, doesn't she?" inquired Ron. "I mean, look at how she's just gazing off at the wall.... doesn't that strike you as odd Harry?" he continued through a mouthful of chicken.
"Well, I guess it isn't completely normal to stare at the wall... but she's got to be better than Lockhart!" said Harry. "Wait, if she's not the Ministry person, than who is?"
Just then the great hall's doors opened, and in walked the last person that Harry would have guessed. It was Mrs. Figg. The Mrs. Figg who had house reeking of several cats and old cabbage. Harry gasped, and while following her with his eyes, told Ron and Hermione who it was.
"Wait a minute, she can't be Mrs. Figg... that would mean a muggle had found Hogwarts! That's not possible!" Cried Hermione, while she started tearing through her bag in search of Hogwarts, A History.
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"Hello Arabella, thank you for coming on such short notice. I heard that Sirius notified you last." Dumbledore whispered to Mrs. Figg. "Please, sit down and have breakfast with us.
"Thank you Albus, and how are you today?" asked Mrs. Figg as she sat down, although she did not eat the wonderful food.
"Not as well as usual, I'm afraid... it seems that the Ministry is going to be sending one of it's members to keep watch on us. It's a pity really, they have other things to be watching out for...."
"Yes, they really must get their priorities straightened out."
"Well, I actually must be going soon, but we should continue this in my office. Is two o'clock alright?"
Mrs. Figg nodded, and as she stood up to leave, she caught sight of Harry, who was starting wide-eyed and mouth open at her. "Maybe we should give word to Harry that I'm a sorceress...."
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After Harry had been reassured that Mrs. Figg was actually a rather powerful sorceress, and not the muggle that she pretended to be, he and the rest of the Gryffindors made their way to Defense against the Dark Arts. Upon reaching the classroom and seating themselves at the very back of the room, the new professor walked in.
"Welcome class," she said, her eyes seeming to look far off into the distance. "My name is Professor Alana Adoran. To start of the new year, we will begin with some new hex preventions. As many of you have noticed, I seem rather 'distant.' I have hexed myself to see if you can find the countercurse and ways to prevent this. The symptom is to be constantly daydreaming. This will continually get worse until finally losing your grip on reality completely. When the countercurse is performed this will stop, so I do hope that you can find it quickly."
"Wait, I know this...." mumbled Rachel under her breath. She could see Hermione on the other side of the room waving her hand in the air.
"If you know the countercurse, just write it on a piece of parchment, and I'll come collect it. I'll reveal the answer in about five minutes, so I think it's about time you people open your books-happy hunting!"
As most of the class began to search through their books for the answer, Hermione and Rachel both wrote the curse (which happened to be somniumnus) and the countercurse - persepienta.
As the five minutes were up, and the answer was revealed, the professor gave twenty points out to the four people who gave the correct answer, and undid the curse. Then she paired the people up to try this curse. Rachel was paired with Neville longbottom, Ron with Harry, and Hermione with Parvati.
"Hey Harry..." Ron called as Harry was staring into space, thinking about Quidditch.
"What...?" he replied, still a bit absentmindedly.
"Looks like you might not need this curse, you're doing quite well witho-."
BANG!! A ball of smoke had been emitted from Neville's wand, engulfing Rachel. As it dispersed, she vanished.
"Oh no...." moaned Neville miserably. "I said suspinumnus, what did I do??
Professor Adoran hurried over, chuckling a bit, and with a reassuring voice told Neville, "Oh don't worry, you didn't make her disappear... just look up."
There was Rachel, fifteen feet in the air, very near the ceiling. You suspended her, but you mis-said that spell, so she seems to be unconscious.
Fifteen minutes later, the Gryffindors were walking out of the class, Rachel still a couple feet off the floor, being dragged through the air by Ron and Hermione. Neville kept apologizing, saying that he hadn't meant to....
"Don't worry about it, this is so cool!" She said, doing a mid-air flip.
As she was coming out of the flip, she felt her feet come in contact with something hard... and moving. She gasped, realizing that she had just kicked Professor Snape. Flying several feet back, she closed her eyes, waiting for the blade to fall.
Snape got to his feet, a look of such fury, it could almost have burnt a hole through Rachel. "You, detention, and thirty points from Gryffindor! And why weren't you two holding onto her!? Another twenty points off each, and detention!" He said venomously to Ron, Hermione and Rachel.
Harry suddenly cried, "But- they couldn't have held onto her.."
"Oh, did you say something? Hmm, why don't we just add another detention, making that four, and if you don't hold your tongue, I'll take another fifty points!" and with a sweep of his robes, Snape continued down the corridor.
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NOOOOOOO what's Snape going to do to them? And now quite a few people are going to be angry at Rachel for losing 30 points... dundundun! =D hey, please review, and tell me some exciting ideas to put in! THX!!
