Heylo ppls! Thanks to everybody who reviewed my fic! I wrote a Lord of the
Rings one, which isn't actually very good but if you get a chance could you
pweety pwease, read and review it! A little warning cause I keep getting
reviews from ppl saying it's set in 20th century US, If you cared to read
it PROPERLY you'd notice the note I left saying I can't write the way
Tolkien does. Jesus I can barely read it! So if you don't like LotR fics
that aren't Tolkieny, instead of whingeing DON'T READ! Anyways enough of my
mindless dribbling (and bitching!) and on with the story!
"Ron, you like as though you've seen a ghost!" said Harry who was looking at his friend who was now s white his freckles weren't visible. He hadn't slept in days for fear Black would come back to get him again! "F. Fff. Fine!" stuttered Ron. He hadn't eaten, which is VERY unusual for him. Harry also hadn't eaten, but he was saving himself for Honeyducks lollies. "Are you sure you want to go to Hogsmeade?" asked Harry, We could skip it and go next time," "Skip it? SKIP IT???" asked Ron drawing attention to himself, "Are you mad? I wouldn't skip it, even if I knew Sirius Black was there waiting for me!" That made Ron a bit uneasy as he thought of the possibility that Black would be there. "It's okay there's Dementors at Hogsmeade, he's never get past them," said Hermoine. Ron glared at her (they're not talking!) then sighed with relief, scoffed a piece of toast in his mouth and shouted, " Let's go then!"
Their trip to Hogsmeade was excellent. Harry got a great kick out of throwing mud at Malfoy (some "accidentally" colliding with Crabbe and Goyle!) but the best bit was when they got back to the tower and the Marauder's Map said some rather nasty, yet bloody funny things about Snape. "Mr Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other peoples business." "Mr Prongs agrees with Mr Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git!" "Mr Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a Professor," "Mr Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slime ball." Harry had never tried so hard to not laugh in his life. As if what the map said wasn't funny enough but the look on Professor Snape's face was absolutely priceless. Luckily Harry managed to escape detention (or worse) when Professor Lupin stuck up for him saying that the map was probably from Zonko's and it was just a joke. Snape decided not to argue but was still noticeably ticked off.
**** In isolation somewhere **** "Oops I sniffed it again!" sung Sirius. He was looking weak, mainly because the only substance he ever consumed was normally that of the illegal variety. He was in trouble for murder and would probably return to Azkaban soon, why not get drugged up while he had the chance. At least he'd have some fun before he got snogged by the Dementors! "So the little piss stained rat thinks he can * hic * survive the wrath of SIRIUS BLACK does he?" He found himself announcing his name as though he were Super-man. Sirius Black betrayer of friends, murder and all round stoner. He feared that's how he would be perceived from then on. "But we won't let that happen now will we Mr. Biglesworth!" he sniggered stroking his leg which he though was a cat. He then picked up his shoe and began talking into it 'Get Smart' style. "Yo Remus my man. Party at my pad tonight!" "Uhoh! Remus forgotses where I livded R. Biglesworth, what a git!" He then giggled madly and fell onto his back, passed out.
**** Back at Hogworts **** "They can't do that! Buckbeak wouldn't hurt a soul!" said Harry. "But he did hurt Malfoy even if he was egging him on." Said Hermoine sadly, wiping tears from her eyes. "Yeah but Malfoy doesn't have a soul! He's a heartless," "POTTER!" shouted a cold voice. Harry turned to see Snape standing behind him arms folded across his chest. "Wouldn't be speaking unkindly of a fellow student now would you?" he asked maliciously. His aim in life was to get Potter in trouble. "Sir, Harry was simply expressing how that Malfoy always gets the attention of his favourite teacher. The only time Harry gets attention for the wrong reason," said Hermoine sweetly. "And what teacher would that be?" asked Snape sounding bored, "Why you, professor," said Ron. Snape looked utterly stunned. He didn't have a response to that; he just stood there looking like a stunned mullet. He then turned and swooped away, his black robes dragging behind him. "And if you believe that you'll believe anything," laughed Harry, Ron and Hermoine.
"Look at him blubber!" said Malfoy when they were at Care for Magical Creatures. Hagrid was still upset about Buckbeak. Have you ever seen something so pathetic?" he asked. Before Ron and Harry could reach him Hermoine had slapped him fair across the face. He even looked as though he might cry. "How dare you call him pathetic you son of a." "Hermoine!" Ron called weakly. He grabbed her hand and stopped her from cursing her with her wand, which she had ready in her hand. Malfoy and his Crabbes and Goyles walked off down the passage way to the dungeons. "Go Granger, Go Granger!" cheered Ron doing circular motions with his arms in front of him. "That felt good" sighed Hermoine straightening herself out and walking to the tower.
"Seen anything yet?" asked Harry as they sat staring into crystal balls in Divination. "Yeah!" replied Ron. "What?" asked Harry stunned "My reflection," laughed Ron. Although Harry had seen Oliver loosing his boxers, he hadn't expected them to see anything else. Must have had a "relaxed conscious mind and external eyes," as Trelawney called it, that day. Hermoine had just walked out and Harry was still rather stunned. Trelawney claims to have seen the Grim again and was convinced Harry was going to die! He figured he'd be subjected to her sympathetic "What a waste" or "Poor boy!" looks till the year was over, maybe longer. He dreaded to think what Malfoy would have to say if he knew.
"So poor boy wonders got a grim after him does he?" asked Malfoy icily when they were at Potions later that afternoon. It was there last lesson before Easter holidays and he really didn't want to put up with Malfoy's crap this late in the afternoon. Or at all for that matter. "Malfoy, is that blush you have on your cheek?" asked Ron. "Oh no my mistake it's just the mark left from when Hermoine slapped you one!" The class roared with laughter but it was short lived. Snape swooped into the classroom like a bat.
The Easter holidays were pretty boring and there was no sign of Sirius Black. Gryffindor had won the house cup and celebrated for at least a week.
**** In isolation somewhere **** "GRYFFINDOR! GRYFFINDOR! GRYFFINDOR!" shouted Black dancing around like a child. (He had gotten the Daily Profit, which said the result) "Well that little Pothead had it in him!" he said. "I personally would drug test him, steroids are destroying Britain's youth! Don't you agree Mr. Biglesworth?" Mr. Biglesworth had now become a rock that lay in the middle of Sirius' "home".
**** Back at Hogworts **** "EXAMS!"
Well that's all for now! If you like read and review if you don't then act like a bat and try to fly around your living room with an ice-cream bucket on your head, tissue boxers on your feet and a black cape!
"Ron, you like as though you've seen a ghost!" said Harry who was looking at his friend who was now s white his freckles weren't visible. He hadn't slept in days for fear Black would come back to get him again! "F. Fff. Fine!" stuttered Ron. He hadn't eaten, which is VERY unusual for him. Harry also hadn't eaten, but he was saving himself for Honeyducks lollies. "Are you sure you want to go to Hogsmeade?" asked Harry, We could skip it and go next time," "Skip it? SKIP IT???" asked Ron drawing attention to himself, "Are you mad? I wouldn't skip it, even if I knew Sirius Black was there waiting for me!" That made Ron a bit uneasy as he thought of the possibility that Black would be there. "It's okay there's Dementors at Hogsmeade, he's never get past them," said Hermoine. Ron glared at her (they're not talking!) then sighed with relief, scoffed a piece of toast in his mouth and shouted, " Let's go then!"
Their trip to Hogsmeade was excellent. Harry got a great kick out of throwing mud at Malfoy (some "accidentally" colliding with Crabbe and Goyle!) but the best bit was when they got back to the tower and the Marauder's Map said some rather nasty, yet bloody funny things about Snape. "Mr Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other peoples business." "Mr Prongs agrees with Mr Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git!" "Mr Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a Professor," "Mr Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slime ball." Harry had never tried so hard to not laugh in his life. As if what the map said wasn't funny enough but the look on Professor Snape's face was absolutely priceless. Luckily Harry managed to escape detention (or worse) when Professor Lupin stuck up for him saying that the map was probably from Zonko's and it was just a joke. Snape decided not to argue but was still noticeably ticked off.
**** In isolation somewhere **** "Oops I sniffed it again!" sung Sirius. He was looking weak, mainly because the only substance he ever consumed was normally that of the illegal variety. He was in trouble for murder and would probably return to Azkaban soon, why not get drugged up while he had the chance. At least he'd have some fun before he got snogged by the Dementors! "So the little piss stained rat thinks he can * hic * survive the wrath of SIRIUS BLACK does he?" He found himself announcing his name as though he were Super-man. Sirius Black betrayer of friends, murder and all round stoner. He feared that's how he would be perceived from then on. "But we won't let that happen now will we Mr. Biglesworth!" he sniggered stroking his leg which he though was a cat. He then picked up his shoe and began talking into it 'Get Smart' style. "Yo Remus my man. Party at my pad tonight!" "Uhoh! Remus forgotses where I livded R. Biglesworth, what a git!" He then giggled madly and fell onto his back, passed out.
**** Back at Hogworts **** "They can't do that! Buckbeak wouldn't hurt a soul!" said Harry. "But he did hurt Malfoy even if he was egging him on." Said Hermoine sadly, wiping tears from her eyes. "Yeah but Malfoy doesn't have a soul! He's a heartless," "POTTER!" shouted a cold voice. Harry turned to see Snape standing behind him arms folded across his chest. "Wouldn't be speaking unkindly of a fellow student now would you?" he asked maliciously. His aim in life was to get Potter in trouble. "Sir, Harry was simply expressing how that Malfoy always gets the attention of his favourite teacher. The only time Harry gets attention for the wrong reason," said Hermoine sweetly. "And what teacher would that be?" asked Snape sounding bored, "Why you, professor," said Ron. Snape looked utterly stunned. He didn't have a response to that; he just stood there looking like a stunned mullet. He then turned and swooped away, his black robes dragging behind him. "And if you believe that you'll believe anything," laughed Harry, Ron and Hermoine.
"Look at him blubber!" said Malfoy when they were at Care for Magical Creatures. Hagrid was still upset about Buckbeak. Have you ever seen something so pathetic?" he asked. Before Ron and Harry could reach him Hermoine had slapped him fair across the face. He even looked as though he might cry. "How dare you call him pathetic you son of a." "Hermoine!" Ron called weakly. He grabbed her hand and stopped her from cursing her with her wand, which she had ready in her hand. Malfoy and his Crabbes and Goyles walked off down the passage way to the dungeons. "Go Granger, Go Granger!" cheered Ron doing circular motions with his arms in front of him. "That felt good" sighed Hermoine straightening herself out and walking to the tower.
"Seen anything yet?" asked Harry as they sat staring into crystal balls in Divination. "Yeah!" replied Ron. "What?" asked Harry stunned "My reflection," laughed Ron. Although Harry had seen Oliver loosing his boxers, he hadn't expected them to see anything else. Must have had a "relaxed conscious mind and external eyes," as Trelawney called it, that day. Hermoine had just walked out and Harry was still rather stunned. Trelawney claims to have seen the Grim again and was convinced Harry was going to die! He figured he'd be subjected to her sympathetic "What a waste" or "Poor boy!" looks till the year was over, maybe longer. He dreaded to think what Malfoy would have to say if he knew.
"So poor boy wonders got a grim after him does he?" asked Malfoy icily when they were at Potions later that afternoon. It was there last lesson before Easter holidays and he really didn't want to put up with Malfoy's crap this late in the afternoon. Or at all for that matter. "Malfoy, is that blush you have on your cheek?" asked Ron. "Oh no my mistake it's just the mark left from when Hermoine slapped you one!" The class roared with laughter but it was short lived. Snape swooped into the classroom like a bat.
The Easter holidays were pretty boring and there was no sign of Sirius Black. Gryffindor had won the house cup and celebrated for at least a week.
**** In isolation somewhere **** "GRYFFINDOR! GRYFFINDOR! GRYFFINDOR!" shouted Black dancing around like a child. (He had gotten the Daily Profit, which said the result) "Well that little Pothead had it in him!" he said. "I personally would drug test him, steroids are destroying Britain's youth! Don't you agree Mr. Biglesworth?" Mr. Biglesworth had now become a rock that lay in the middle of Sirius' "home".
**** Back at Hogworts **** "EXAMS!"
Well that's all for now! If you like read and review if you don't then act like a bat and try to fly around your living room with an ice-cream bucket on your head, tissue boxers on your feet and a black cape!