CHAPTER 3: Neville's Gone-Wrong Desperiteriam Potion
A/N: So...here's the 3rd chapter, sorry it took so long to come out, but it is a bit longer than the other chapters!!! Please Don't forget to review.
Disclaimer: You know the drill. Harry Potter - not mine, Hogwarts - not mine, not even the birds that provide the quills are mine! (they're from Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them). Only some characters, plants, charms, spells and the plot belong to me.
Previously~
Lavender, Ron, Hermione and Harry picked up their books, left the hall and hurried down to the Potion's dungeon. They had to get there on time. It wouldn't be a good idea to get Snape angry at them on the first day back to school.
"Wait!" yelled Lavender. "What happened to Dean and Parvati?" *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Dean and Parvati?" asked Harry. He had been so busy staring at the Ravenclaw table he had sort of floated away and he didn't even know where he was going. "Where's my timetable?" he asked when he realized his hands were empty and his friends hand's were full. As there wasn't a reply he added "Very funny Ron."
"I don't have your timetable, you left it back at the table," Ron started. "And it seems like you left your wand and your books their too. Go and get your stuff by yourself," he added. "Let's hurry up to Potions, Lavender. Snape's going to be extra angry today I think."
Ron and Lavender left hand in hand to 'Potions', but it was obvious they weren't heading in that direction as they did not go down to the dungeons, but instead disappeared through a tapestry on the wall.
Now only Harry and Hermione were left, standing all by themselves without their friends.
"I'll go with you to pick up your things," Hermione said quickly, after she saw the look on Harry's face. She knew Harry wouldn't want to go back to the Great Hall all by himself and even worse, be late to Snape's class with no one to back him up. Mione knew how much Snape hated Harry and how he would never miss an opportunity to give Harry detention, take house points away or make him clean the classroom once everyone left. Anything to make Harry's life more complicated.
Harry was really happy and he felt like he really had to give Mione a big, big hug and he also wanted to kiss her there and then, but he was afraid she wouldn't react nicely to his affection. She probably didn't even like him anyway.
"We have to hurry up, Harry. I wouldn't want to miss Snape's first lesson. I mean, what on earth are we going to do if this lesson is very important for the exams?"
"Really Mione, the exams are ages away, but I wouldn't mind missing one of Snape's classes at all-"
"Harry!!"
"Sorry, Mione."
"Look, here's your bag, your wand and your timetable. Can we hurry up now? Please?"
As she passed Harry his belongings, Hermione gently touched his hand. His skin felt so nice under her fingers, as if nothing would ever be wrong in Hogwarts again. Harry was thinking along the same lines as Mione. Touching her delicate hand felt so good. She had perfect nails and long fingers. It seemed to him that their hands were destined to be together like that. Neither of them moved their hand away for quite a while.
Suddenly Hermione dropped Harry's bag, wand and timetable but Harry didn't seem to mind. He was now holding her hand and gazing into her warm brown eyes while she gazed into his bright green ones. Harry stepped closer to Hermione. He could smell Mione's hair. It smelled like her flowery shampoo, mixed up with the freshness of the Hogwarts ambient. Now that she knew how to perform the Alisero charm to straighten her hair and make it look sleek and glossy, it looked much better.
"Mione,"
"Yes Harry?"
Harry leaned into Hermione and tilted his head to one side. Hermione did the same. She could feel the warmth of his lips on hers. Lips that were about to meet hers for the very first time.
Their special moment was concluded by a deafening crash. The very loud noise made Harry and Hermione jump. Then both of them turned around to see who had made the piercing clash that had interrupted them.
Harry turned around to see what had happened. No one was in sight, but there was a big mountain of metal by the entrance to the great Hall. Perhaps someone was buried under the huge pile of pots and pans.
"Good morning Harry Potter, sir," squeaked a voice. It only took Harry two seconds to realize who was under the different sized metal saucepans: Dobby. Harry felt a sudden rush of fury. He new the house-elf didn't have a clue about what he had just interfered in, but for the first time, everything was going really, really well with Hermione.
"I'd better be going now, Harry," came Hermione's sweet voice. "If we're not at potions in about 30 seconds Snape will probably make us die by decapitation. See you soon." She ran off, leaving Harry alone with Dobby.
"Harry Potter!! Dobby is very happy to see Harry Potter again!" Squealed Dobby from underneath all the cooking-pots.
"Er...thanks, Dobby. I'll help you out of there."
"Harry Potter is a very kind wizard and Dobby is a very fortunate elf, to come across Harry Potter's path."
Harry stifled a laugh and tried to reply but he couldn't.
"No need to be modest Harry Potter," the elf continued. "Everybody knows about the meekness and the perfect-ness of Harry Potter, the wizard who conquered the Dark Lord!"
Harry started to pull away the different-sized pots, pans and cauldrons that Dobby was sunken in. Count on Dobby to worship him as if he were a god. It took quite a long time to uncover the elf, but finally Dobby was revealed, from the top of his hilarious tea-cozy to the tip of his toes. But this time Dobby didn't have odd socks on his feet. Instead, the elf had an ugly bright pink roller-skate with purple laces on his left foot and a dull red in-line skate with yellow spots on his right one. Harry supposed these new items had caused Dobby to stumble.
"Dobby, where did you come across those?" Harry asked, pointing at the elf's feet.
"Dobby bought them, sir. Dobby is a free elf that gets wages from Professor Dumbledore, Harry Potter. Dobby uses his coins to buy the shoes that make Dobby work at twice the speed without magic!"
Harry looked at him with an I-think-your-idea's-not-working-properly expression on his face.
"Dobby still does not know how to use them well Harry Potter," said the elf quickly. "Dobby does not wish to interfere, but can Dobby sleep in Gryffindor Tower sometime?"
"Sorry, but there aren't any extra beds," said Harry, wondering if the elf would feel sad or rejected. He was surprised (and a little annoyed) Dobby had taken his answer as a 'yes'.
"Thank you, Harry Potter. The bed is not a problem for Dobb-"
"You'd have to sleep on the floor you know."
"Dobby has never slept on anything but the floor, Harry Potter, and you better be off to your lessons. Dobby believes Professor Snape will be angry at kind Harry Potter."
"Omigod!" yelled Harry, "I'm late!!" He ran off, leaving Dobby to pick up all the pans by himself. Dobby was nice and everything, especially when he helped Harry with the second task the previous year, but he always found a way to get Harry in trouble.
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Later, just outside the door to the Potions classroom...
Harry did not know if he should go in or not. Perhaps he could put on his invisibility cloak and pretend he never came to Hogwarts. Perhaps he could fall down the stairs and say he was to injured to be able to get to the classroom. Perhaps he could run to Madam Pomfrey's and pretend to be ill. He could do any of these, but no one would believe him. He had to go in.
Harry knocked on the door, he knocked lightly at first, but then he plucked up some courage and knocked slightly harder. Harry waited a while and then an unpleasant Slytherin girl opened the door. Although she sat down, he didn't go in.
"The Desperiteriam Potion will not work on people who have been a subject to the recently discovered Ijualarex Potion." Snape bellowed. Then he noticed Harry. "Potter," he spitted, "Why, may I ask, are you late to my class?" he whispered dangerously. Before Harry could reply he continued. "Did you get hurt, Potter? Did you fall down the stairs? Are you ill, or perhaps are you scared of something?
Hermione snorted.
"TWENTY-FIVE POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR, MISS GRANGER!" Snape yelled.
Harry started to move towards the seat next to Ron, Lavender and Hermione. He wondered if they had found Dean and Parvati and if they had been late too.
Snape watched Harry move to his seat, and the moment after he sat down Snape roared "TWENTY-FIVE MORE POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR AND A DETENTION FOR YOU, POTTER! THAT MIGHT TEACH YOU NOT TO BE LATE TO POTIONS AGAIN!"
"Professor Snape? I am sure Gryffindor House still does not posses fifty points to be able to lose them, and the detention is completely unfair," said Hermione bravely.
"MISS GRANGER, I AM THE PROFESSOR IN THIS CLASS AND I WILL BE THE ONE WHO DECIDES HOW MANY POINTS I TAKE AND FROM WHOM I TAKE THEM!" yelled Snape. "A DETENTION FOR YOU TOO, MISS GRANGER!!"
Hermione quickly fell quiet. She sat down, it looked as if she was going to burst into tears, but she wasn't. She knew she'd most likely make up her twenty-five points in about a week (A/N: you know Mione's a know-it- all, don't you?).
Harry sat down next to her and pulled out his bright orange quill. It was the quill she had given him for his birthday in July. Hermione and her family had gone to Africa for the Summer Holidays and she had bought many pretty quills. The birds that provided these quills were called Fwoopers and they ranged in colour from pink to lime-green. They were wild birds, but a few wizards had been known to domesticate them. The problem with those pretty birds was that their song would drive the listener insane. Hermione probably knew some other charm apart from the Silencing Charm to stay away from the Fwooper's song. Anyway, Harry might as well get working.
The first sheet of Hermione's parchment was already full with her teeny- tiny notes about the Desperiteriam Potion. Harry's was empty.
"What are we doing, Mione?" he asked her.
"Desperiteriam Potions. They make people get hyper-active and also make them start to work quickly. It's better than lots and lots of cups of coffee or any medicine to help you wake up. There are some people it doesn't work on though, some other potions create resistance to it or something."
"Er...Ok Mione," said Harry without really understanding anything. He guessed it was lucky Hermione wasn't acting strange with him after what had happened in the morning.
Then Snape decided he would teach them how to brew the Desperiteriam Potion. First they would prepare the ingredients. Luckily they weren't so horrible. They had to chop Sucara Stems, count Dried Billywig Stings, cut seeds of the Lokao Plant and if they didn't want to be killed by Snape they couldn't forget to remember the most important ingredient: Feathers of a Granian Winged Horse.
Neville wasn't doing very well. He cut the Sucara Stems unevenly, and the result was a potion that tasted way too bitter. He miscounted the Dried Billywig Stings and forgot the Lokao seeds. That wasn't all. Poor Neville was ready to put in the black feathers of a Thestral Winged Horse instead of a Granian one. Snape came over.
"You foolish boy," he started. "It's just your first day and you are already messing things up. You aren't worthy of being in this school!"
"S-sso-sorry, sir." mumbled Neville. Then he added the final ingredient: the feathers, but Neville's mistakes had all been fatal. They had changed potion from being a Desperiteriam Potion (that wakes you up and makes you lively) to a Sleeping Draught, the potion that makes everyone fall asleep for an hour. There was a loud explosion that came from Neville's cauldron, then there were silver sparks and the cauldron melted. One by one, starting from Neville, the people in the dungeon including Snape were falling asleep after inhaling Neville's Sleeping Draught.
Hermione was prepared for this. She had been watching Neville out of the corner of her eye for the whole lesson. She was sure he would mess up the potion and she wanted to help him as she usually did, but after the points Gryffindor had lost she didn't dare to. Mione had seen Neville take black feathers instead of gray ones, apart from all the mistakes he had made and forgetting to take out the Lokao seeds from the cupboard. She knew he was making a Sleeping Draught, and she also knew what to do to prevent herself from falling asleep.
She touched Harry's arm, pointed her wand at them and screamed "Burbuluja Alrededora!" Harry and Hermione were inside a bubble-like cage, but they could move around freely, as the bubble expanded and moved wherever they were going.
"Where did you learn that Mione?" asked Harry.
"In Africa. Wizards use it to repel the Fwoopers song, because it can drive the listener insane. It's the charm that creates an area with pure air where other noises can't be heard. I touched your arm so we would both be inside it. The person who creates the bubble will be the one inside it, but if he or she has physical contact with someone else, that person will also be inside the bubble."
"So you can just create this er...bubble-thingy whenever?" Harry asked.
"Nope," replied Mione, "it can only be used in a situation where it is needed, not any old place."
"Well, you have to teach me that charm, Ok?" asked Harry
"Sure, but there is one more thing." Hermione held up a black feather. "This is the Feather of a Winged Horse, but not any old Winged horse. A Thestral Winged Horse." She was smiling.
"And?" asked Harry, puzzled.
"I took it from Neville's table. It has the power of invisibility and you can add it to the bubble with a spell. No one will be able to see us."
"Come on then, do it." said Harry impatiently.
"Fine." Hermione started with the spell. 'Feather of the Winged Horse, in this bubble we dwell. We need your invisibility, and then we'll do quite well.' (A/N: Sorry, I suck at poetry) = (
There was a little flash of black light and both Harry and Hermione watched the feather as it rose and placed itself over their bubble. It produced a sort of lightening that bounced of the walls of their little cage.
They were invisible.
Harry and Hermione ran out of the classroom
A/N: TADA!!! I'm finally finished with this chapter!! I'm so happy!! Anyway, I'm going on holiday tomorrow, so the next chapter won't be out in the next week. SORRY! Now I'd like to ask you all a huge favor. Click the button and tell me what you think about this chappie Ok? Ok. I hope to find some reviews when I come back. Don't let me down, people!! = )
See ya.
~Phoenix Feather
And now special thanx for my Chapter 2 reviewers: SpookyKasper: Hello!! how are you? I'm really touched you think I'm an awesome writer, but there's no doubt that you're an awesome writer too!! I read your Harry Potter fic and left two reviews, one for each chapter. I can tell it's going to be a really, really good story = ), I love your style and I can't wait for your future chapters to be posted. Count on me to review them. ; )
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* ~ Kasumi ~ *: I hope you keep on reading my story, all the reviews I receive mean so, so much to me. It's what keeps me writing.
A/N: So...here's the 3rd chapter, sorry it took so long to come out, but it is a bit longer than the other chapters!!! Please Don't forget to review.
Disclaimer: You know the drill. Harry Potter - not mine, Hogwarts - not mine, not even the birds that provide the quills are mine! (they're from Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them). Only some characters, plants, charms, spells and the plot belong to me.
Previously~
Lavender, Ron, Hermione and Harry picked up their books, left the hall and hurried down to the Potion's dungeon. They had to get there on time. It wouldn't be a good idea to get Snape angry at them on the first day back to school.
"Wait!" yelled Lavender. "What happened to Dean and Parvati?" *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Dean and Parvati?" asked Harry. He had been so busy staring at the Ravenclaw table he had sort of floated away and he didn't even know where he was going. "Where's my timetable?" he asked when he realized his hands were empty and his friends hand's were full. As there wasn't a reply he added "Very funny Ron."
"I don't have your timetable, you left it back at the table," Ron started. "And it seems like you left your wand and your books their too. Go and get your stuff by yourself," he added. "Let's hurry up to Potions, Lavender. Snape's going to be extra angry today I think."
Ron and Lavender left hand in hand to 'Potions', but it was obvious they weren't heading in that direction as they did not go down to the dungeons, but instead disappeared through a tapestry on the wall.
Now only Harry and Hermione were left, standing all by themselves without their friends.
"I'll go with you to pick up your things," Hermione said quickly, after she saw the look on Harry's face. She knew Harry wouldn't want to go back to the Great Hall all by himself and even worse, be late to Snape's class with no one to back him up. Mione knew how much Snape hated Harry and how he would never miss an opportunity to give Harry detention, take house points away or make him clean the classroom once everyone left. Anything to make Harry's life more complicated.
Harry was really happy and he felt like he really had to give Mione a big, big hug and he also wanted to kiss her there and then, but he was afraid she wouldn't react nicely to his affection. She probably didn't even like him anyway.
"We have to hurry up, Harry. I wouldn't want to miss Snape's first lesson. I mean, what on earth are we going to do if this lesson is very important for the exams?"
"Really Mione, the exams are ages away, but I wouldn't mind missing one of Snape's classes at all-"
"Harry!!"
"Sorry, Mione."
"Look, here's your bag, your wand and your timetable. Can we hurry up now? Please?"
As she passed Harry his belongings, Hermione gently touched his hand. His skin felt so nice under her fingers, as if nothing would ever be wrong in Hogwarts again. Harry was thinking along the same lines as Mione. Touching her delicate hand felt so good. She had perfect nails and long fingers. It seemed to him that their hands were destined to be together like that. Neither of them moved their hand away for quite a while.
Suddenly Hermione dropped Harry's bag, wand and timetable but Harry didn't seem to mind. He was now holding her hand and gazing into her warm brown eyes while she gazed into his bright green ones. Harry stepped closer to Hermione. He could smell Mione's hair. It smelled like her flowery shampoo, mixed up with the freshness of the Hogwarts ambient. Now that she knew how to perform the Alisero charm to straighten her hair and make it look sleek and glossy, it looked much better.
"Mione,"
"Yes Harry?"
Harry leaned into Hermione and tilted his head to one side. Hermione did the same. She could feel the warmth of his lips on hers. Lips that were about to meet hers for the very first time.
Their special moment was concluded by a deafening crash. The very loud noise made Harry and Hermione jump. Then both of them turned around to see who had made the piercing clash that had interrupted them.
Harry turned around to see what had happened. No one was in sight, but there was a big mountain of metal by the entrance to the great Hall. Perhaps someone was buried under the huge pile of pots and pans.
"Good morning Harry Potter, sir," squeaked a voice. It only took Harry two seconds to realize who was under the different sized metal saucepans: Dobby. Harry felt a sudden rush of fury. He new the house-elf didn't have a clue about what he had just interfered in, but for the first time, everything was going really, really well with Hermione.
"I'd better be going now, Harry," came Hermione's sweet voice. "If we're not at potions in about 30 seconds Snape will probably make us die by decapitation. See you soon." She ran off, leaving Harry alone with Dobby.
"Harry Potter!! Dobby is very happy to see Harry Potter again!" Squealed Dobby from underneath all the cooking-pots.
"Er...thanks, Dobby. I'll help you out of there."
"Harry Potter is a very kind wizard and Dobby is a very fortunate elf, to come across Harry Potter's path."
Harry stifled a laugh and tried to reply but he couldn't.
"No need to be modest Harry Potter," the elf continued. "Everybody knows about the meekness and the perfect-ness of Harry Potter, the wizard who conquered the Dark Lord!"
Harry started to pull away the different-sized pots, pans and cauldrons that Dobby was sunken in. Count on Dobby to worship him as if he were a god. It took quite a long time to uncover the elf, but finally Dobby was revealed, from the top of his hilarious tea-cozy to the tip of his toes. But this time Dobby didn't have odd socks on his feet. Instead, the elf had an ugly bright pink roller-skate with purple laces on his left foot and a dull red in-line skate with yellow spots on his right one. Harry supposed these new items had caused Dobby to stumble.
"Dobby, where did you come across those?" Harry asked, pointing at the elf's feet.
"Dobby bought them, sir. Dobby is a free elf that gets wages from Professor Dumbledore, Harry Potter. Dobby uses his coins to buy the shoes that make Dobby work at twice the speed without magic!"
Harry looked at him with an I-think-your-idea's-not-working-properly expression on his face.
"Dobby still does not know how to use them well Harry Potter," said the elf quickly. "Dobby does not wish to interfere, but can Dobby sleep in Gryffindor Tower sometime?"
"Sorry, but there aren't any extra beds," said Harry, wondering if the elf would feel sad or rejected. He was surprised (and a little annoyed) Dobby had taken his answer as a 'yes'.
"Thank you, Harry Potter. The bed is not a problem for Dobb-"
"You'd have to sleep on the floor you know."
"Dobby has never slept on anything but the floor, Harry Potter, and you better be off to your lessons. Dobby believes Professor Snape will be angry at kind Harry Potter."
"Omigod!" yelled Harry, "I'm late!!" He ran off, leaving Dobby to pick up all the pans by himself. Dobby was nice and everything, especially when he helped Harry with the second task the previous year, but he always found a way to get Harry in trouble.
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Later, just outside the door to the Potions classroom...
Harry did not know if he should go in or not. Perhaps he could put on his invisibility cloak and pretend he never came to Hogwarts. Perhaps he could fall down the stairs and say he was to injured to be able to get to the classroom. Perhaps he could run to Madam Pomfrey's and pretend to be ill. He could do any of these, but no one would believe him. He had to go in.
Harry knocked on the door, he knocked lightly at first, but then he plucked up some courage and knocked slightly harder. Harry waited a while and then an unpleasant Slytherin girl opened the door. Although she sat down, he didn't go in.
"The Desperiteriam Potion will not work on people who have been a subject to the recently discovered Ijualarex Potion." Snape bellowed. Then he noticed Harry. "Potter," he spitted, "Why, may I ask, are you late to my class?" he whispered dangerously. Before Harry could reply he continued. "Did you get hurt, Potter? Did you fall down the stairs? Are you ill, or perhaps are you scared of something?
Hermione snorted.
"TWENTY-FIVE POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR, MISS GRANGER!" Snape yelled.
Harry started to move towards the seat next to Ron, Lavender and Hermione. He wondered if they had found Dean and Parvati and if they had been late too.
Snape watched Harry move to his seat, and the moment after he sat down Snape roared "TWENTY-FIVE MORE POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR AND A DETENTION FOR YOU, POTTER! THAT MIGHT TEACH YOU NOT TO BE LATE TO POTIONS AGAIN!"
"Professor Snape? I am sure Gryffindor House still does not posses fifty points to be able to lose them, and the detention is completely unfair," said Hermione bravely.
"MISS GRANGER, I AM THE PROFESSOR IN THIS CLASS AND I WILL BE THE ONE WHO DECIDES HOW MANY POINTS I TAKE AND FROM WHOM I TAKE THEM!" yelled Snape. "A DETENTION FOR YOU TOO, MISS GRANGER!!"
Hermione quickly fell quiet. She sat down, it looked as if she was going to burst into tears, but she wasn't. She knew she'd most likely make up her twenty-five points in about a week (A/N: you know Mione's a know-it- all, don't you?).
Harry sat down next to her and pulled out his bright orange quill. It was the quill she had given him for his birthday in July. Hermione and her family had gone to Africa for the Summer Holidays and she had bought many pretty quills. The birds that provided these quills were called Fwoopers and they ranged in colour from pink to lime-green. They were wild birds, but a few wizards had been known to domesticate them. The problem with those pretty birds was that their song would drive the listener insane. Hermione probably knew some other charm apart from the Silencing Charm to stay away from the Fwooper's song. Anyway, Harry might as well get working.
The first sheet of Hermione's parchment was already full with her teeny- tiny notes about the Desperiteriam Potion. Harry's was empty.
"What are we doing, Mione?" he asked her.
"Desperiteriam Potions. They make people get hyper-active and also make them start to work quickly. It's better than lots and lots of cups of coffee or any medicine to help you wake up. There are some people it doesn't work on though, some other potions create resistance to it or something."
"Er...Ok Mione," said Harry without really understanding anything. He guessed it was lucky Hermione wasn't acting strange with him after what had happened in the morning.
Then Snape decided he would teach them how to brew the Desperiteriam Potion. First they would prepare the ingredients. Luckily they weren't so horrible. They had to chop Sucara Stems, count Dried Billywig Stings, cut seeds of the Lokao Plant and if they didn't want to be killed by Snape they couldn't forget to remember the most important ingredient: Feathers of a Granian Winged Horse.
Neville wasn't doing very well. He cut the Sucara Stems unevenly, and the result was a potion that tasted way too bitter. He miscounted the Dried Billywig Stings and forgot the Lokao seeds. That wasn't all. Poor Neville was ready to put in the black feathers of a Thestral Winged Horse instead of a Granian one. Snape came over.
"You foolish boy," he started. "It's just your first day and you are already messing things up. You aren't worthy of being in this school!"
"S-sso-sorry, sir." mumbled Neville. Then he added the final ingredient: the feathers, but Neville's mistakes had all been fatal. They had changed potion from being a Desperiteriam Potion (that wakes you up and makes you lively) to a Sleeping Draught, the potion that makes everyone fall asleep for an hour. There was a loud explosion that came from Neville's cauldron, then there were silver sparks and the cauldron melted. One by one, starting from Neville, the people in the dungeon including Snape were falling asleep after inhaling Neville's Sleeping Draught.
Hermione was prepared for this. She had been watching Neville out of the corner of her eye for the whole lesson. She was sure he would mess up the potion and she wanted to help him as she usually did, but after the points Gryffindor had lost she didn't dare to. Mione had seen Neville take black feathers instead of gray ones, apart from all the mistakes he had made and forgetting to take out the Lokao seeds from the cupboard. She knew he was making a Sleeping Draught, and she also knew what to do to prevent herself from falling asleep.
She touched Harry's arm, pointed her wand at them and screamed "Burbuluja Alrededora!" Harry and Hermione were inside a bubble-like cage, but they could move around freely, as the bubble expanded and moved wherever they were going.
"Where did you learn that Mione?" asked Harry.
"In Africa. Wizards use it to repel the Fwoopers song, because it can drive the listener insane. It's the charm that creates an area with pure air where other noises can't be heard. I touched your arm so we would both be inside it. The person who creates the bubble will be the one inside it, but if he or she has physical contact with someone else, that person will also be inside the bubble."
"So you can just create this er...bubble-thingy whenever?" Harry asked.
"Nope," replied Mione, "it can only be used in a situation where it is needed, not any old place."
"Well, you have to teach me that charm, Ok?" asked Harry
"Sure, but there is one more thing." Hermione held up a black feather. "This is the Feather of a Winged Horse, but not any old Winged horse. A Thestral Winged Horse." She was smiling.
"And?" asked Harry, puzzled.
"I took it from Neville's table. It has the power of invisibility and you can add it to the bubble with a spell. No one will be able to see us."
"Come on then, do it." said Harry impatiently.
"Fine." Hermione started with the spell. 'Feather of the Winged Horse, in this bubble we dwell. We need your invisibility, and then we'll do quite well.' (A/N: Sorry, I suck at poetry) = (
There was a little flash of black light and both Harry and Hermione watched the feather as it rose and placed itself over their bubble. It produced a sort of lightening that bounced of the walls of their little cage.
They were invisible.
Harry and Hermione ran out of the classroom
A/N: TADA!!! I'm finally finished with this chapter!! I'm so happy!! Anyway, I'm going on holiday tomorrow, so the next chapter won't be out in the next week. SORRY! Now I'd like to ask you all a huge favor. Click the button and tell me what you think about this chappie Ok? Ok. I hope to find some reviews when I come back. Don't let me down, people!! = )
See ya.
~Phoenix Feather
And now special thanx for my Chapter 2 reviewers: SpookyKasper: Hello!! how are you? I'm really touched you think I'm an awesome writer, but there's no doubt that you're an awesome writer too!! I read your Harry Potter fic and left two reviews, one for each chapter. I can tell it's going to be a really, really good story = ), I love your style and I can't wait for your future chapters to be posted. Count on me to review them. ; )
Aabzzdaabz: Hola amiga! Thanx for reviewing my story. I hope your doing well with your one. But it has one problem: the second chapter is exactly the same as the first one! You might want to check that out. Anyway keep writing!
Girl of the Golden Unicorns: Thanks-a-million for both of your reviews. I hope you enjoy my fic and keep on reading it.
* ~ Kasumi ~ *: I hope you keep on reading my story, all the reviews I receive mean so, so much to me. It's what keeps me writing.