Harry Potter and the Children's Crusades
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot and character Naera Vale is property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
chapter SIX: Virgin Queen
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Welcome to my version of Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts. This is the story of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and just about everyone else, and a new character, Naera Vale. Please read my rendition of Harry's fifth year, Harry Potter and the Fallen Angel at Hogwart (complete), and Lily and James (from seventh year to that fateful night), Until Death Do Us Part (work in progress).
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Harry could smell the cinnamon from frenched toast wafting in the hospital wing from the Great Hall's breakfast. Frenched toast. That meant it was Saturday. The house elves only made frenched toast on Saturday, for which Harry was greatful. This was how he would get his days straight, now that he was back at Hogwarts.
Back home.
Harry heard the clang of metal and some one's soft cursing across the room. Sitting up, he drew the edge of the curtain away and peered out into the infirmiry. An astonishingly pretty girl with short, bouncey light red hair could be seen crawling out from under a hospital bed with a silvery bowl in her hand.
'Cleaning bed pans,' Harry chortled softly to himself. 'Must be having detention from Professor Snape.' His thoughts stopped as the girl approached his curtain, unaware he was watching her.
She yanked the curtain open and disappeared under the bed. Harry leaned over the side and looked under after her. She busied herself without looking up and seeing his prying face. The red headed girl stood, but dropped her scouring brush. Cursing, she bent back down to pick it up, hand sweeping from side to side, she was unable to locate it.
"Blasted thing-" She layed on her belly and scooted herself under Harry's bed. Her hand found the brush and her eyes, the faintly blue ones, met his green ones.
She screamed.
Harry pulled himself back into his bed and the girl poked her head over the sheets.
"You're awake? I thought you were still sleeping-" she mumbled and got to her feet. She bit her lip and looked at him. "Are you... are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine." Harry smiled at the girl. She looked strangely familiar, but he was sure that they had never met before... "Why are you looking at me like that?"
She shook her head and wiped her eyes on the back of her hand. "It's nothing... Oh, Harry!" She threw her arms around him. Harry was used to complete strangers staring at him, but never hugging him. "I thought you had been murdered or kidnapped or... or something! Mum thought we'd never seen you again! And... and..." She pulled away from him and sat on the corner of the bed.
"I'm touched, really, I am." Harry felt a strange pull towards her, and wanted to hug and comfort her, but he wasn't sure if he should. "So, tell me: what House are you in?"
She stopped sobbing and stared at him. "Gryffindor... are you sure you're alright?"
"I'm fine- What year?" said Harry doubtfully. Was he forgetting things?
"I'm a fifth year, Harry-" She paused. "Don't you know me?"
"I think I do... Refresh my memmory- What's your name?"
She looked scared. "Virgina."
Harry searched his mind hard. He couldn't remember anyone he had ever met by the name Virgina. "I'm sorry- I don't recall..." Harry shook his head.
"Oh, that's alright- It doesn't really matter any more." She tried smiling, but it wasn't masking her disappointment. "Well, I'd better get back to my detention."
"What'd you do, anyway, Elizabeth?"
Virgina frowned. "Are you sure you're alright? My name's not Elizabeth, it's Virgina. I just told you that."
Harry laughed. "I know! They called Queen Elizabeth; Virgina. Short for Virgin Regina, Holy and pure queen. She had red hair, too. Sort of like you!"
Virgina blushed. "You think I look like a queen?"
Harry shrugged. He had never actually seen a queen before. "Well, yeah."
At a loss for words, Virgina smiled and went back to scrubbing her pans.
Harry pulled himself out of bed and thought of changing before heading to breakfast, but his thoughts crashed to a stop. He didn't have any Hogwarts robes to wear. "Elizabeth? Would you hand me those green robes over there? Thanks!" He pulled the curtain back around his bed and changed quickly into the robes he had gotten from the Ministry. When he was almost finished he heard another voice in the room.
"Is he up, little one?"
"Yes Headmaster, he's up. We've spoken even!" Virgina answered.
Dumbledore's voice was soon on the other side of Harry's curtain. "Are you decent, Harry?"
"Just a moment, Professor." Harry buttoned his collar and pulled back the screen. "God'e'gooden, Professor Dumbledore. Was there something you needed to see me about?"
Dumbledore was smiling broadly. "A matter of small importance, but yes." Harry smiled back. "My! We are in a good mood this morning, aren't we, Harry?"
"How can I not be? I've just had a great night's rest at my most favourite of all places on Earth. I'm quite content."
The Headmaster clapped Harry on the back and chuckled, eyes wildly agleam. "Come then- Some breakfast? I daresay Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger are eager for you to join them."
"Can I? I don't have to eat alone in here?" said Harry.
"I'm sure Miss Weasley here would have gladly joined you, but yes, you may eat in the Great Hall." said Dumbledore.
"Wow!" Harry ran down the corridor with such enthusuiasm, he didn't complain when Professor McGonagall yelled at him for running. Harry stopped just before opening the doors, thinking. Had Dumbledore said, 'Miss Weasley'? Virgina? Virgina Weasley- Ginny Weasley.
Harry felt incrediably stupid. He did know her. No wonder she looked familiar! Harry decided to apologize later, right now, his stomach was calling him to eat.
Harry opened the door and stared at everything familiar. The floating candles, arranged tables, enchanted ceiling, black robed students- even Mrs. Norris walking along the back wall was welcoming to him. He walked up to the Gryffindor table, pleased to see that many of the students had already gone off to their first class, and took a seat across from Ron and Hermione.
"Good morrow, fair maid and gentle sir-" Harry had resorted to old English as a way to suprise people, in a nice way. If he didn't want to be nice about it, Harry would have probably suprised everyone by turning all of the Slytherins to fluffy bunny-rabbits.
"H-Harry?" Hermione gasped.
Ron just sat and stared. Harry, however pleased he was back, was desperately hungry. He filled his plate with scrambled eggs, toast, and frenched toast.
"Could you pass the orange juice, Ron?" Harry took a bite of eggs with catsup on it. "Thanks!" said Harry as his best friend mindlessly handed him the cold piture.
"Harry!" said Hermione again.
"Yes?" He wiped his mouth on a napkin. "Have I got egg on my face?"
"Harry!" She dove over the table and embraced him tightly, covering herself in egg, toast, catsup, and syrup. "Oh Harry, Harry!"
Laughing, Harry hugged her back. "Hermes, Hermes, Hermes! They way you squeeze me, one might think you missed me or something!"
Ron stopped gapping and joined the huddle. "I can't believe that you're back!"
"Well, I can, and I'm so happy about it too!"
Hermione let go and dapped at her robes front with a napkin. "So, where were you? Not on some holiday you've forgotten to tell us about, I hope?"
Harry's face went still. He wasn't going to tell them. Not anyone. He didn't want people making him out to be more insane than they already thought. "No, not on a holiday..."
Hermione didn't pursue the initial question.
"What did the Headmaster tell you about me?"
"Only that you were back, and to not ask you were you had been, as it would be too traumatic to speak of." Ron shot Hermione a deadly look, to which she shrank behind.
Throughout breakfast, Harry kept catching glances they were giving each other. He had seen them before, but never towards each other. Something was egging him in on the insides. He had to ask.
"Ron? Hermione? Is there something between you two that I should know about?"
Ron's ears pinked and Hermione spit some of her pumpkin juice back into her goblet.
"Us? No, never-" said Hermione.
"Nope, not us. You're looney, Harry. I wouldn't be suprised if you had been locked up in some nut house somewhere!" said Ron. Little did he know, that he had struck a nerve.
Harry looked down at his empty plate with a forlorn expression plastered on his face.
Ron noticed. "Oh... I'm sorry mate, I didn't realize that's where..." Hermione covered her mouth with her hand.
"Oh Harry! Surely not!" Harry didn't answer. "Oooh! Those awful relatives of yours!"
"Thank the stars I'll never have to see them again."
"How's that?" said Ron.
"I haven't the slightest idea where they are! Even the Ministry can't locate them. Looks like I'll spend my summer with Sirius!" said Harry with much joy.
"That's very exciting, Harry. Tell me, does that mean his name's been cleared?" said Hermione in her book-worm voice.
"Yup! Since yesterday." Harry noticed Ron's watch. "Hey guys, I'll see you later. It looks as though you're going to be tardy."
His best friends stood up. "Aren't you going, too?" said Ron.
"Nope. I'm supposed to start next week or something like that. Bye!"
His friends left the Hall, leaving him to finish his breakfast in complete happiness.
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To know why Harry calls Hermione 'Hermes', you'll have to read my last story, Harry Potter and the Fallen Angel at Hogwarts. :)
TatraMegami: Oh! you'll like my 'plot hole'. LOL!! I'm afraid to try the toast! :( I like catsup on eggs, though... 'Plot Hole' is in next chapter!!
Tarawen: Evil Muggles? I suppose so! No, Harry is a very selfless person, but I can make him LESS selfless, if you so desire!
slycat_blaze: The mirror is like floo powder- kinda, sorta. You touch the door knob and whichever room you are thinking of at the time will appear when you open the door. You step through and you are in the room, but you aren't really walking into a door, you're walking into a mirror. Not good for guys who like to peep and girls who like to change infront of the mirror! :P
Lady of Arundel: Not everyone will find out, but some will figure it out, Like Ron and Hermione!
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 character Naera Vale is property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
chapter SIX: Virgin Queen
Welcome to my version of Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts. This is the story of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and just about everyone else, and a new character, Naera Vale. Please read my rendition of Harry's fifth year, Harry Potter and the Fallen Angel at Hogwart (complete), and Lily and James (from seventh year to that fateful night), Until Death Do Us Part (work in progress).
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Harry could smell the cinnamon from frenched toast wafting in the hospital wing from the Great Hall's breakfast. Frenched toast. That meant it was Saturday. The house elves only made frenched toast on Saturday, for which Harry was greatful. This was how he would get his days straight, now that he was back at Hogwarts.
Back home.
Harry heard the clang of metal and some one's soft cursing across the room. Sitting up, he drew the edge of the curtain away and peered out into the infirmiry. An astonishingly pretty girl with short, bouncey light red hair could be seen crawling out from under a hospital bed with a silvery bowl in her hand.
'Cleaning bed pans,' Harry chortled softly to himself. 'Must be having detention from Professor Snape.' His thoughts stopped as the girl approached his curtain, unaware he was watching her.
She yanked the curtain open and disappeared under the bed. Harry leaned over the side and looked under after her. She busied herself without looking up and seeing his prying face. The red headed girl stood, but dropped her scouring brush. Cursing, she bent back down to pick it up, hand sweeping from side to side, she was unable to locate it.
"Blasted thing-" She layed on her belly and scooted herself under Harry's bed. Her hand found the brush and her eyes, the faintly blue ones, met his green ones.
She screamed.
Harry pulled himself back into his bed and the girl poked her head over the sheets.
"You're awake? I thought you were still sleeping-" she mumbled and got to her feet. She bit her lip and looked at him. "Are you... are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine." Harry smiled at the girl. She looked strangely familiar, but he was sure that they had never met before... "Why are you looking at me like that?"
She shook her head and wiped her eyes on the back of her hand. "It's nothing... Oh, Harry!" She threw her arms around him. Harry was used to complete strangers staring at him, but never hugging him. "I thought you had been murdered or kidnapped or... or something! Mum thought we'd never seen you again! And... and..." She pulled away from him and sat on the corner of the bed.
"I'm touched, really, I am." Harry felt a strange pull towards her, and wanted to hug and comfort her, but he wasn't sure if he should. "So, tell me: what House are you in?"
She stopped sobbing and stared at him. "Gryffindor... are you sure you're alright?"
"I'm fine- What year?" said Harry doubtfully. Was he forgetting things?
"I'm a fifth year, Harry-" She paused. "Don't you know me?"
"I think I do... Refresh my memmory- What's your name?"
She looked scared. "Virgina."
Harry searched his mind hard. He couldn't remember anyone he had ever met by the name Virgina. "I'm sorry- I don't recall..." Harry shook his head.
"Oh, that's alright- It doesn't really matter any more." She tried smiling, but it wasn't masking her disappointment. "Well, I'd better get back to my detention."
"What'd you do, anyway, Elizabeth?"
Virgina frowned. "Are you sure you're alright? My name's not Elizabeth, it's Virgina. I just told you that."
Harry laughed. "I know! They called Queen Elizabeth; Virgina. Short for Virgin Regina, Holy and pure queen. She had red hair, too. Sort of like you!"
Virgina blushed. "You think I look like a queen?"
Harry shrugged. He had never actually seen a queen before. "Well, yeah."
At a loss for words, Virgina smiled and went back to scrubbing her pans.
Harry pulled himself out of bed and thought of changing before heading to breakfast, but his thoughts crashed to a stop. He didn't have any Hogwarts robes to wear. "Elizabeth? Would you hand me those green robes over there? Thanks!" He pulled the curtain back around his bed and changed quickly into the robes he had gotten from the Ministry. When he was almost finished he heard another voice in the room.
"Is he up, little one?"
"Yes Headmaster, he's up. We've spoken even!" Virgina answered.
Dumbledore's voice was soon on the other side of Harry's curtain. "Are you decent, Harry?"
"Just a moment, Professor." Harry buttoned his collar and pulled back the screen. "God'e'gooden, Professor Dumbledore. Was there something you needed to see me about?"
Dumbledore was smiling broadly. "A matter of small importance, but yes." Harry smiled back. "My! We are in a good mood this morning, aren't we, Harry?"
"How can I not be? I've just had a great night's rest at my most favourite of all places on Earth. I'm quite content."
The Headmaster clapped Harry on the back and chuckled, eyes wildly agleam. "Come then- Some breakfast? I daresay Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger are eager for you to join them."
"Can I? I don't have to eat alone in here?" said Harry.
"I'm sure Miss Weasley here would have gladly joined you, but yes, you may eat in the Great Hall." said Dumbledore.
"Wow!" Harry ran down the corridor with such enthusuiasm, he didn't complain when Professor McGonagall yelled at him for running. Harry stopped just before opening the doors, thinking. Had Dumbledore said, 'Miss Weasley'? Virgina? Virgina Weasley- Ginny Weasley.
Harry felt incrediably stupid. He did know her. No wonder she looked familiar! Harry decided to apologize later, right now, his stomach was calling him to eat.
Harry opened the door and stared at everything familiar. The floating candles, arranged tables, enchanted ceiling, black robed students- even Mrs. Norris walking along the back wall was welcoming to him. He walked up to the Gryffindor table, pleased to see that many of the students had already gone off to their first class, and took a seat across from Ron and Hermione.
"Good morrow, fair maid and gentle sir-" Harry had resorted to old English as a way to suprise people, in a nice way. If he didn't want to be nice about it, Harry would have probably suprised everyone by turning all of the Slytherins to fluffy bunny-rabbits.
"H-Harry?" Hermione gasped.
Ron just sat and stared. Harry, however pleased he was back, was desperately hungry. He filled his plate with scrambled eggs, toast, and frenched toast.
"Could you pass the orange juice, Ron?" Harry took a bite of eggs with catsup on it. "Thanks!" said Harry as his best friend mindlessly handed him the cold piture.
"Harry!" said Hermione again.
"Yes?" He wiped his mouth on a napkin. "Have I got egg on my face?"
"Harry!" She dove over the table and embraced him tightly, covering herself in egg, toast, catsup, and syrup. "Oh Harry, Harry!"
Laughing, Harry hugged her back. "Hermes, Hermes, Hermes! They way you squeeze me, one might think you missed me or something!"
Ron stopped gapping and joined the huddle. "I can't believe that you're back!"
"Well, I can, and I'm so happy about it too!"
Hermione let go and dapped at her robes front with a napkin. "So, where were you? Not on some holiday you've forgotten to tell us about, I hope?"
Harry's face went still. He wasn't going to tell them. Not anyone. He didn't want people making him out to be more insane than they already thought. "No, not on a holiday..."
Hermione didn't pursue the initial question.
"What did the Headmaster tell you about me?"
"Only that you were back, and to not ask you were you had been, as it would be too traumatic to speak of." Ron shot Hermione a deadly look, to which she shrank behind.
Throughout breakfast, Harry kept catching glances they were giving each other. He had seen them before, but never towards each other. Something was egging him in on the insides. He had to ask.
"Ron? Hermione? Is there something between you two that I should know about?"
Ron's ears pinked and Hermione spit some of her pumpkin juice back into her goblet.
"Us? No, never-" said Hermione.
"Nope, not us. You're looney, Harry. I wouldn't be suprised if you had been locked up in some nut house somewhere!" said Ron. Little did he know, that he had struck a nerve.
Harry looked down at his empty plate with a forlorn expression plastered on his face.
Ron noticed. "Oh... I'm sorry mate, I didn't realize that's where..." Hermione covered her mouth with her hand.
"Oh Harry! Surely not!" Harry didn't answer. "Oooh! Those awful relatives of yours!"
"Thank the stars I'll never have to see them again."
"How's that?" said Ron.
"I haven't the slightest idea where they are! Even the Ministry can't locate them. Looks like I'll spend my summer with Sirius!" said Harry with much joy.
"That's very exciting, Harry. Tell me, does that mean his name's been cleared?" said Hermione in her book-worm voice.
"Yup! Since yesterday." Harry noticed Ron's watch. "Hey guys, I'll see you later. It looks as though you're going to be tardy."
His best friends stood up. "Aren't you going, too?" said Ron.
"Nope. I'm supposed to start next week or something like that. Bye!"
His friends left the Hall, leaving him to finish his breakfast in complete happiness.
To know why Harry calls Hermione 'Hermes', you'll have to read my last story, Harry Potter and the Fallen Angel at Hogwarts. :)
TatraMegami: Oh! you'll like my 'plot hole'. LOL!! I'm afraid to try the toast! :( I like catsup on eggs, though... 'Plot Hole' is in next chapter!!
Tarawen: Evil Muggles? I suppose so! No, Harry is a very selfless person, but I can make him LESS selfless, if you so desire!
slycat_blaze: The mirror is like floo powder- kinda, sorta. You touch the door knob and whichever room you are thinking of at the time will appear when you open the door. You step through and you are in the room, but you aren't really walking into a door, you're walking into a mirror. Not good for guys who like to peep and girls who like to change infront of the mirror! :P
Lady of Arundel: Not everyone will find out, but some will figure it out, Like Ron and Hermione!
I have a new E-Mail: Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com Please email me! :) I'd like that.