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.
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chapter ELEVEN: The Never-Ending Cycle of Confusion
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Welcome to my version of Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts. This is the story of Harry, Ron, Hermione, 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 gulped and looked in the direction Hermione was staring towards. There she was. More beauitiful than he had ever imagined her. Cho Chang. Harry was staring, not actually realizing it. He was admiring her fair, olive complextion, her straight, sliky black hair, and her eyes. Those eyes! Cho's eyes were like burning embers of coal.
"Hey, Cho!"
Harry turned sharply and glared at Ron. "What did you do that for?" he snarled through clentched teeth.
Ron merely smiled and winked back at him. "Do what? I'm afraid I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about."
"Harry? Harry!" Cho had seen him and was rushing towards Harry with wide arms. "Oh! I had heard you were back, but I hadn't seen you and I wasn't sure if Dumbledore was just trying to pull my chain and... and...! Oh Harry! I missed you!" Cho flung her arms around his neck and broke into heavy sobs.
"Cho... Oh, Cho, no, don't cry," said Harry, trying to be soothing, "I'm alright, really." Cho looked up at him with puffy eyes.
"I know... I just wanted to see for myself..." She quickly let go and wiped her eys with the hem of her sleeve, "I guess I'll see you around," she sniffed and hurried over to the Ravenclaw table to eat.
Harry looked at Ron with an angry face, "Did you see what just happened?"
Ron blushed, "well, I didn't think she would react that much!"
Hermione sighed and packed up her books. "I'll leave you too to fight about girls. I'm going to do some-"
"Research in the library?" suggested Ron. She gave him an annoyed look, but nodded before turning on her heels and stomping off.
"Hermione!" Ron called after her. She didn't respond and he sighed.
"Trouble in paradise, Ron?"
"No trouble here... Not neccessarily paradise, either," Ron answered, taking a swig of pumpkin juice.
"But there is something going on between you two, isn't there?" Harry pushed his plate away when his friend didn't answer immediately, "Okay, fill me in."
Ron shook his head, "There's nothing, Harry. Absolutely nothing." Then, he too, got up and left.
Harry sighed and leaned back slightly. After a moment, he became aware that Ginny was staring at him. He waved at her, and she blushed.
"Say, Ginny?"
"Ye-yeah?"
"What do you think of Voldemort?"
She stared at him with wide eyes. "Well, I- I think he's awfully horrid... and-"
"How would you like to beat the living crap outta him?"
"Pardon?" Ginny was making small gasping noises in the beck of her throat as he slid down the bench towards her. "Harry, what you on about?"
"I'm going to kick his arse. Wanna come?" Harry smiled as she struggled to find words. "Invite your friends!" Then he laughed. Ginny forced an akward titter and gazed at him suspiciously. "No, really. I'm going to start enlitments, Gin. Would you be willing?"
Ginny frowned, "I'm afraid I don't understand..."
"A war, Ginny, a war! There will be a war and I want to know if you would be willing to risk your life for our world, our people."
SHe shook her head in confusion, "But wont the Ministry take care of the enlistment? And I'm not even old enough, not that Mum would let me, anyway-"
Harry sighed, took her roughly by the shoulders and locked her gaze with his. "Virginia Caprice Weasley, listen to me. The Ministry is doing absolutely nothing about Voldemort. Nothing, d'you hear me? I am going to do something. Will you help me?"
Ginny nodded, "I will... but only if you tell me who told you my middle name so I can murder them with a dull spoon."
Harry smiled, "Your mum." They sat for a moment in silence. "So you're in... that makes the list a total of seven... Spread the word, wont you?" He stood, gathered his books, and hurried to class.
Harry had it all figured out. He would command the crusade, Hermione would lead in the intelligence department, for the obvious reasons, and Ron would be Strategic Director; a prime choice for as far as Harry had known him, was the best chess player in Hogwarts. Lavender and Parvati could serve as guides. Now Malfoy. Malfoy could only be fit for Weapons Expert, but Harry wasn't sure if he could let himself trust Malfoy enough. Unfortunately for Harry, he picked the worst time to consult Hermione over the matter.
"Pssst! Hermione!" Harry whispered feircly. Hermione looked up from her bubbling couldron, saw the note in Harry's hand and took it from him, carefully unfolding it beneath the work bench and reading it. A wave of coldness swept over Harry and a metallic voice spoke, meaing only one thing...
"Passong notes in my class? I think not. Give it here, Miss Granger."
Harry turned, watching Hermione's eye wide with fear, trying desperately to hide the note under the table.
"Erm, Potion notes, Professor," said Ron hopefully.
"Do not lie to me, Weasley. Five points from Gryffindor. Now hand it over, Granger!" Professor Snape uncurled long fingers into an open palm. Hermione dropped the note into his hand and clentched her eyes shut tight. Harry felt ill. If Snape read that note, they would get in trouble. The Professors would most likely try and stop the Crusade. Harry would have given anything at that moment for Snape to simply throw the letter away.
Snape's pale fingers slowly unfolded the note, a sly smirk spreading across his face as he prepared to read the note.
"You can't!" Harry jumped to his feet, snatching the parchment from Snape's hand. Stund by his own daring Harry stuttered, "It's private."
Someone, not doubt Malfoy, laughed aloud. Snape narrowed his eyes, a cold chill clentching Harry's spine.
"Hand it over, Potter. I have no time for your foolishness," slurred Snape. Harry bravely shook his head. "Now!" Snape reached his hand out for the parchment, but Harry shoved it completely in his mouth. "Idiot! Spit it out this instant!" Slowly, Harry chewed it up, tasting bitter and awful in his mouth. Snape stood tall, crossing his arms across his chest, cold eyes peircing. "Alright, you have it Potter. Now swallow it." Harry swallowed the note, gagging on the paper. "Now go stand in that corner. Twenty points from each you and Granger. Detention for both of you. Never disrupt my class again with your silly little love letters."
A few students laughed and Potions class continued.
After Harry and Hermione had silently scrubbed cauldron bottoms for three hours, they returned to the common room, fingers aching. The Fat Lady frowned when Harry gave the password. "Are you sure you want to go in there?"
"Of course. I'm tired and I want to sleep."
The Fat Lady muttered something about not sleeping and let the portrait swing open. Harry and Hermione crawled through the hole, listening to the familiar chatter of a restless common room grow louder and louder until they came out the other end.
"Harry! Get them off me!" called Ron, who was standing ontop of a table with Ginny behind him. Every student, previously swarming around the two Weasleys, rounded on Harry, hunger in their eyes.
"Whoa!" Harry cried when they all began speaking at once, "What do you all want?"
"Ginny told us that you were going to fight You-Know-Who!" yelled third year boy.
Hermione squeezed his arm. He wasn't sure if it was a scared squeeze or an encouraging squeeze, but he nodded. "Yeah, I am." He looked around at the excited eyes of many students, and added, "Why?"
"I want to help," said a seventh year girl, standing with her shoulders thrust back, "My father was killed last year because of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Something has to be done for vengence!" She pointed to Ron, who jumped when she spoke. "Ron said that the Ministry isn't doing anything! I need revenge!" Another girl put her arms around the first and coaxed her into a chair where she cried.
"We all need revenge," said Harry slowly, "That is why I am asking you to join in my crusade. The Crusade of the Children. If we can even inspire a little hope in the adults, we might be able to pull this off!" Some students nodded and others whispered excitedly to one another. "Will you join me?" Harry sighed when a chorus of cheers filled the common room. "One fourth of Hogwarts down, the rest of the world to go."
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Soooo sorry about my lateness. I had to quit my job to restart this story, so you better love me!
THank you top anyone who reads this fics!! Love ya!
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 ELEVEN: The Never-Ending Cycle of Confusion
*****
Welcome to my version of Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts. This is the story of Harry, Ron, Hermione, 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 gulped and looked in the direction Hermione was staring towards. There she was. More beauitiful than he had ever imagined her. Cho Chang. Harry was staring, not actually realizing it. He was admiring her fair, olive complextion, her straight, sliky black hair, and her eyes. Those eyes! Cho's eyes were like burning embers of coal.
"Hey, Cho!"
Harry turned sharply and glared at Ron. "What did you do that for?" he snarled through clentched teeth.
Ron merely smiled and winked back at him. "Do what? I'm afraid I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about."
"Harry? Harry!" Cho had seen him and was rushing towards Harry with wide arms. "Oh! I had heard you were back, but I hadn't seen you and I wasn't sure if Dumbledore was just trying to pull my chain and... and...! Oh Harry! I missed you!" Cho flung her arms around his neck and broke into heavy sobs.
"Cho... Oh, Cho, no, don't cry," said Harry, trying to be soothing, "I'm alright, really." Cho looked up at him with puffy eyes.
"I know... I just wanted to see for myself..." She quickly let go and wiped her eys with the hem of her sleeve, "I guess I'll see you around," she sniffed and hurried over to the Ravenclaw table to eat.
Harry looked at Ron with an angry face, "Did you see what just happened?"
Ron blushed, "well, I didn't think she would react that much!"
Hermione sighed and packed up her books. "I'll leave you too to fight about girls. I'm going to do some-"
"Research in the library?" suggested Ron. She gave him an annoyed look, but nodded before turning on her heels and stomping off.
"Hermione!" Ron called after her. She didn't respond and he sighed.
"Trouble in paradise, Ron?"
"No trouble here... Not neccessarily paradise, either," Ron answered, taking a swig of pumpkin juice.
"But there is something going on between you two, isn't there?" Harry pushed his plate away when his friend didn't answer immediately, "Okay, fill me in."
Ron shook his head, "There's nothing, Harry. Absolutely nothing." Then, he too, got up and left.
Harry sighed and leaned back slightly. After a moment, he became aware that Ginny was staring at him. He waved at her, and she blushed.
"Say, Ginny?"
"Ye-yeah?"
"What do you think of Voldemort?"
She stared at him with wide eyes. "Well, I- I think he's awfully horrid... and-"
"How would you like to beat the living crap outta him?"
"Pardon?" Ginny was making small gasping noises in the beck of her throat as he slid down the bench towards her. "Harry, what you on about?"
"I'm going to kick his arse. Wanna come?" Harry smiled as she struggled to find words. "Invite your friends!" Then he laughed. Ginny forced an akward titter and gazed at him suspiciously. "No, really. I'm going to start enlitments, Gin. Would you be willing?"
Ginny frowned, "I'm afraid I don't understand..."
"A war, Ginny, a war! There will be a war and I want to know if you would be willing to risk your life for our world, our people."
SHe shook her head in confusion, "But wont the Ministry take care of the enlistment? And I'm not even old enough, not that Mum would let me, anyway-"
Harry sighed, took her roughly by the shoulders and locked her gaze with his. "Virginia Caprice Weasley, listen to me. The Ministry is doing absolutely nothing about Voldemort. Nothing, d'you hear me? I am going to do something. Will you help me?"
Ginny nodded, "I will... but only if you tell me who told you my middle name so I can murder them with a dull spoon."
Harry smiled, "Your mum." They sat for a moment in silence. "So you're in... that makes the list a total of seven... Spread the word, wont you?" He stood, gathered his books, and hurried to class.
Harry had it all figured out. He would command the crusade, Hermione would lead in the intelligence department, for the obvious reasons, and Ron would be Strategic Director; a prime choice for as far as Harry had known him, was the best chess player in Hogwarts. Lavender and Parvati could serve as guides. Now Malfoy. Malfoy could only be fit for Weapons Expert, but Harry wasn't sure if he could let himself trust Malfoy enough. Unfortunately for Harry, he picked the worst time to consult Hermione over the matter.
"Pssst! Hermione!" Harry whispered feircly. Hermione looked up from her bubbling couldron, saw the note in Harry's hand and took it from him, carefully unfolding it beneath the work bench and reading it. A wave of coldness swept over Harry and a metallic voice spoke, meaing only one thing...
"Passong notes in my class? I think not. Give it here, Miss Granger."
Harry turned, watching Hermione's eye wide with fear, trying desperately to hide the note under the table.
"Erm, Potion notes, Professor," said Ron hopefully.
"Do not lie to me, Weasley. Five points from Gryffindor. Now hand it over, Granger!" Professor Snape uncurled long fingers into an open palm. Hermione dropped the note into his hand and clentched her eyes shut tight. Harry felt ill. If Snape read that note, they would get in trouble. The Professors would most likely try and stop the Crusade. Harry would have given anything at that moment for Snape to simply throw the letter away.
Snape's pale fingers slowly unfolded the note, a sly smirk spreading across his face as he prepared to read the note.
"You can't!" Harry jumped to his feet, snatching the parchment from Snape's hand. Stund by his own daring Harry stuttered, "It's private."
Someone, not doubt Malfoy, laughed aloud. Snape narrowed his eyes, a cold chill clentching Harry's spine.
"Hand it over, Potter. I have no time for your foolishness," slurred Snape. Harry bravely shook his head. "Now!" Snape reached his hand out for the parchment, but Harry shoved it completely in his mouth. "Idiot! Spit it out this instant!" Slowly, Harry chewed it up, tasting bitter and awful in his mouth. Snape stood tall, crossing his arms across his chest, cold eyes peircing. "Alright, you have it Potter. Now swallow it." Harry swallowed the note, gagging on the paper. "Now go stand in that corner. Twenty points from each you and Granger. Detention for both of you. Never disrupt my class again with your silly little love letters."
A few students laughed and Potions class continued.
After Harry and Hermione had silently scrubbed cauldron bottoms for three hours, they returned to the common room, fingers aching. The Fat Lady frowned when Harry gave the password. "Are you sure you want to go in there?"
"Of course. I'm tired and I want to sleep."
The Fat Lady muttered something about not sleeping and let the portrait swing open. Harry and Hermione crawled through the hole, listening to the familiar chatter of a restless common room grow louder and louder until they came out the other end.
"Harry! Get them off me!" called Ron, who was standing ontop of a table with Ginny behind him. Every student, previously swarming around the two Weasleys, rounded on Harry, hunger in their eyes.
"Whoa!" Harry cried when they all began speaking at once, "What do you all want?"
"Ginny told us that you were going to fight You-Know-Who!" yelled third year boy.
Hermione squeezed his arm. He wasn't sure if it was a scared squeeze or an encouraging squeeze, but he nodded. "Yeah, I am." He looked around at the excited eyes of many students, and added, "Why?"
"I want to help," said a seventh year girl, standing with her shoulders thrust back, "My father was killed last year because of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Something has to be done for vengence!" She pointed to Ron, who jumped when she spoke. "Ron said that the Ministry isn't doing anything! I need revenge!" Another girl put her arms around the first and coaxed her into a chair where she cried.
"We all need revenge," said Harry slowly, "That is why I am asking you to join in my crusade. The Crusade of the Children. If we can even inspire a little hope in the adults, we might be able to pull this off!" Some students nodded and others whispered excitedly to one another. "Will you join me?" Harry sighed when a chorus of cheers filled the common room. "One fourth of Hogwarts down, the rest of the world to go."
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Soooo sorry about my lateness. I had to quit my job to restart this story, so you better love me!
THank you top anyone who reads this fics!! Love ya!
I have a new E-Mail: Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com Please email me! :) I'd like that.