Notes: I wanted to do my own version of the third book.. ^^; why? Because I
can!
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me.. (sadly)
Its brown, glowing eyes were beady and round. It stared at Harry, cocking its head every so often. Casting a light spell cautiously, Harry was able to see its features in the dim, green light his wand produced.
Hiding behind a splintered barrel, a little creature about the size of a cat squinted at Harry through the strong rays of light. On all four paws, the brute had a round face, with tufts of hair in its eyes, and ears like that of a pig. It's tail was at least 3 feet long, it curled and twisted around itself. On its hind legs, a patch of speckled black dots was visible on its orange colored coat. Its eyes glinted in the olive color the wand created, and its mouth was stretched over its entire face, giving it a silly, mindless look, as if it had dozed off with it's eyes completely open.
Harry cooed, luring it towards himself. The tiny animal padded slowly towards Harry, then stopped. Harry stretched out his hand, "It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you," holding his arm out as far as he dared.
Taking a cautious step forward, it lurched to a stop, spun around and leaped behind the boxes strewn around the Gryffindor storage room as if it had seen something frightening.
"No wait--!" Harry called out, but it was too late. Cursing himself under his breath for letting whatever it was get away, he stumbled out into the Gryffindor common room and collapsed into a chair in front of the hearth. He stared blankly into the blazing fire, concentrating on what it was he just saw while other Gryffindors were around him doing their homework, or playing games. In fact, he was so deep in thought, he hadn't noticed Ron and Hermione sit down in the seats next to him.
"Harry! We've been waiting for you to get out of that storage room for what seemed like forever!" Hermione said, breaking Harry out of his spell. Hermione looked especially beautiful that evening, Harry thought. She had no make-up on, how he preferred girls, and her incredible brown eyes glinted in the light of the fire. Harry caught his breath, speechless.
"Maybe he's been petrified," Ron teased, and immediately found a pillow shoved in his face.
"If it weren't for me, Hogwarts would be closed right now!" Hermione fumed, "And you'd better be thankful that I was only petrified, I could've died, you know!"
Just then, Neville Longbottom and Malyna Fifield, a first year, walked up to the three. Malyna, a smart, freckle faced girl, pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and looked happily around her surroundings. Her auburn bangs brushed against her long eyelashes, and her shoulder length hair was tied back into a messy bun. Hermione looked at her disapprovingly through wrinkled brows. It had only been the first two weeks of their third year at Hogwarts, and already Malyna had greatly surpassed Hermione at everything she was known for being the best at, and Malyna was beginning to take the title as 'Smartest Witch in Hogwarts'.
Malyna spoke in a soft, yet confident voice, "I was just wondering, Harry, if you had found the old lumirus yet?" Finding the strange creature in the storage room had made Harry completely forget why he had gone in there in the first place.
Harry jumped up, "Oh! I'm sorry, it must have slipped my mind! I'll go look for it." He turned to his friends, Hermione and Ron, "help me, will you?" and the three of them filed into the small room in the corner of the common room.
Harry and the others began to rummage through the boxes. "What exactly am I looking for?" Ron asked.
Hermione sighed and replied haughtily, "A lumirus. They look like feather dusters, and are used to clean up big messes. 'Florendo Repair' is what's used to--" she was interrupted by Harry hushing her.
"Be very quiet," he whispered, "come over here and look at this." Hermione and Ron walked slowly towards the darkness Harry was standing in. Illuminated by the moon's dull light from the small window, the strange creature stood in a clearing of the boxes. Ron's eyes widened in amazement, and Hermione's mouth dropped. "I have no idea what it is," Harry continued quietly, "but I found it while I was looking in here earlier."
Suddenly, Ron pounced over the boxes onto the creature and grabbed it around the middle. "Ron what are you doing?!" Hermione called out, while the thing hissed and howled at Ron, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. Harry clambered over the boxes and got a hold of the creature's head. Hermione scratched in the darkness, and pulled up a rusty cage. She pulled off the top and Ron and Harry heaved it over to the cage. The creature opened its mouth, seeming to leave a gaping hole in its head and let out an ear-piercing screech. A great wave of wind ripped Ron from the creature's torso and he crashed into the boxes behind him. With a loud slam, the cage was closed and locked.
Ron stood up dazed and raised his hand, which was clutching a small duster, "I think I found what we were looking for," he said, meekly.
The strange thing turned out to be very affectionate, as Harry gained its trust through its cage. He fed it leftovers from meals in the great hall, and had it keep him company while he studied. Eventually, he was able to let it out of the cage, and it would curl up on his lap, or rub up against him affectionately like a cat. Its beady brown eyes were always staring straight at Harry's face, which made him a bit uncomfortable. The creature detested Ron for tackling it, and it would hiss and snap its jaws at the redhead whenever he got close to it. Ron didn't seem to fancy the thing too much either.
A couple months passed and the first snowflakes of winter began to fall. As usual, Ron and Harry struggled with grades and had study sessions regularly with Hermione. Professor Snape had been giving Harry a hard time because he was dozing off in class, daydreaming about Hermione warming him up with an affectionate hug in the freezing dungeon the Potions class was held in. He had been given extra homework to make up for the daydreaming and along with the other homework he had, Harry Potter felt utterly and completely swamped and stressed out. He had been getting little sleep, along with Ron who was falling behind in classes because his broken wand was turning goblets into mushy piles of metal and backfiring on him most of the time.
Their new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Noakes, was a short man who fumbled nervously around his things, dropping papers and spilling liquids, which created large explosions. He squinted through his crescent shaped glasses and called everyone by the wrong name, but some just thought it was the first year jitters. Professor Noakes was teased by most of the students, who nicknamed him, 'Noakes the Nut', but most of the teasing was from the students from Slytherin, Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and a new first year named Zachary Iverson. Harry felt sorry for Professor Noakes, but let his classmates continue to snigger at him when he tripped over his own feet.
"I still don't understand the difference between a Gamberry nut and a Bonaberry nut," Ron moaned. Harry and Ron were at a study session with Hermione in the library one day, the afternoon sun shining brightly through the tall windows. Harry lifted the cage of the creature he'd found 2 months earlier onto the mahogany table. Ron jerked his eyes at Harry questioningly, "There's no way in hell you're letting that thing out while I'm here."
"Why not?"
"Why not? WHY NOT?! I've gotten a sprained wrist, and my eardrums have practically burst because that thing keeps squealing at me and tossing me around!" Ron cried, the creature backed into a corner, growling loudly at Ron.
"Oh, it'll be alright, Ron," Harry reassured the redhead, "it likes me, I'll just keep it on my lap."
"Are you sure?" Ron whimpered.
"I'm positive. I let it sleep with me at night. I trust it completely." He lifted open the cage and Ron cringed while the creature was lifted into Harry's lap, all the while glaring at Ron through glazed over eyes. Ron shivered and drew a deep breath before going back to his textbook.
"Haven't you named it yet, Harry?" Hermione asked, pulling herself away from her own studying.
Harry stroked the animals fur, deep in thought, "Edbert," he said aloud, "I'll call him Edbert."
End Chapter 1
Hope you all enjoyed it!
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me.. (sadly)
Its brown, glowing eyes were beady and round. It stared at Harry, cocking its head every so often. Casting a light spell cautiously, Harry was able to see its features in the dim, green light his wand produced.
Hiding behind a splintered barrel, a little creature about the size of a cat squinted at Harry through the strong rays of light. On all four paws, the brute had a round face, with tufts of hair in its eyes, and ears like that of a pig. It's tail was at least 3 feet long, it curled and twisted around itself. On its hind legs, a patch of speckled black dots was visible on its orange colored coat. Its eyes glinted in the olive color the wand created, and its mouth was stretched over its entire face, giving it a silly, mindless look, as if it had dozed off with it's eyes completely open.
Harry cooed, luring it towards himself. The tiny animal padded slowly towards Harry, then stopped. Harry stretched out his hand, "It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you," holding his arm out as far as he dared.
Taking a cautious step forward, it lurched to a stop, spun around and leaped behind the boxes strewn around the Gryffindor storage room as if it had seen something frightening.
"No wait--!" Harry called out, but it was too late. Cursing himself under his breath for letting whatever it was get away, he stumbled out into the Gryffindor common room and collapsed into a chair in front of the hearth. He stared blankly into the blazing fire, concentrating on what it was he just saw while other Gryffindors were around him doing their homework, or playing games. In fact, he was so deep in thought, he hadn't noticed Ron and Hermione sit down in the seats next to him.
"Harry! We've been waiting for you to get out of that storage room for what seemed like forever!" Hermione said, breaking Harry out of his spell. Hermione looked especially beautiful that evening, Harry thought. She had no make-up on, how he preferred girls, and her incredible brown eyes glinted in the light of the fire. Harry caught his breath, speechless.
"Maybe he's been petrified," Ron teased, and immediately found a pillow shoved in his face.
"If it weren't for me, Hogwarts would be closed right now!" Hermione fumed, "And you'd better be thankful that I was only petrified, I could've died, you know!"
Just then, Neville Longbottom and Malyna Fifield, a first year, walked up to the three. Malyna, a smart, freckle faced girl, pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and looked happily around her surroundings. Her auburn bangs brushed against her long eyelashes, and her shoulder length hair was tied back into a messy bun. Hermione looked at her disapprovingly through wrinkled brows. It had only been the first two weeks of their third year at Hogwarts, and already Malyna had greatly surpassed Hermione at everything she was known for being the best at, and Malyna was beginning to take the title as 'Smartest Witch in Hogwarts'.
Malyna spoke in a soft, yet confident voice, "I was just wondering, Harry, if you had found the old lumirus yet?" Finding the strange creature in the storage room had made Harry completely forget why he had gone in there in the first place.
Harry jumped up, "Oh! I'm sorry, it must have slipped my mind! I'll go look for it." He turned to his friends, Hermione and Ron, "help me, will you?" and the three of them filed into the small room in the corner of the common room.
Harry and the others began to rummage through the boxes. "What exactly am I looking for?" Ron asked.
Hermione sighed and replied haughtily, "A lumirus. They look like feather dusters, and are used to clean up big messes. 'Florendo Repair' is what's used to--" she was interrupted by Harry hushing her.
"Be very quiet," he whispered, "come over here and look at this." Hermione and Ron walked slowly towards the darkness Harry was standing in. Illuminated by the moon's dull light from the small window, the strange creature stood in a clearing of the boxes. Ron's eyes widened in amazement, and Hermione's mouth dropped. "I have no idea what it is," Harry continued quietly, "but I found it while I was looking in here earlier."
Suddenly, Ron pounced over the boxes onto the creature and grabbed it around the middle. "Ron what are you doing?!" Hermione called out, while the thing hissed and howled at Ron, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. Harry clambered over the boxes and got a hold of the creature's head. Hermione scratched in the darkness, and pulled up a rusty cage. She pulled off the top and Ron and Harry heaved it over to the cage. The creature opened its mouth, seeming to leave a gaping hole in its head and let out an ear-piercing screech. A great wave of wind ripped Ron from the creature's torso and he crashed into the boxes behind him. With a loud slam, the cage was closed and locked.
Ron stood up dazed and raised his hand, which was clutching a small duster, "I think I found what we were looking for," he said, meekly.
The strange thing turned out to be very affectionate, as Harry gained its trust through its cage. He fed it leftovers from meals in the great hall, and had it keep him company while he studied. Eventually, he was able to let it out of the cage, and it would curl up on his lap, or rub up against him affectionately like a cat. Its beady brown eyes were always staring straight at Harry's face, which made him a bit uncomfortable. The creature detested Ron for tackling it, and it would hiss and snap its jaws at the redhead whenever he got close to it. Ron didn't seem to fancy the thing too much either.
A couple months passed and the first snowflakes of winter began to fall. As usual, Ron and Harry struggled with grades and had study sessions regularly with Hermione. Professor Snape had been giving Harry a hard time because he was dozing off in class, daydreaming about Hermione warming him up with an affectionate hug in the freezing dungeon the Potions class was held in. He had been given extra homework to make up for the daydreaming and along with the other homework he had, Harry Potter felt utterly and completely swamped and stressed out. He had been getting little sleep, along with Ron who was falling behind in classes because his broken wand was turning goblets into mushy piles of metal and backfiring on him most of the time.
Their new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Noakes, was a short man who fumbled nervously around his things, dropping papers and spilling liquids, which created large explosions. He squinted through his crescent shaped glasses and called everyone by the wrong name, but some just thought it was the first year jitters. Professor Noakes was teased by most of the students, who nicknamed him, 'Noakes the Nut', but most of the teasing was from the students from Slytherin, Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and a new first year named Zachary Iverson. Harry felt sorry for Professor Noakes, but let his classmates continue to snigger at him when he tripped over his own feet.
"I still don't understand the difference between a Gamberry nut and a Bonaberry nut," Ron moaned. Harry and Ron were at a study session with Hermione in the library one day, the afternoon sun shining brightly through the tall windows. Harry lifted the cage of the creature he'd found 2 months earlier onto the mahogany table. Ron jerked his eyes at Harry questioningly, "There's no way in hell you're letting that thing out while I'm here."
"Why not?"
"Why not? WHY NOT?! I've gotten a sprained wrist, and my eardrums have practically burst because that thing keeps squealing at me and tossing me around!" Ron cried, the creature backed into a corner, growling loudly at Ron.
"Oh, it'll be alright, Ron," Harry reassured the redhead, "it likes me, I'll just keep it on my lap."
"Are you sure?" Ron whimpered.
"I'm positive. I let it sleep with me at night. I trust it completely." He lifted open the cage and Ron cringed while the creature was lifted into Harry's lap, all the while glaring at Ron through glazed over eyes. Ron shivered and drew a deep breath before going back to his textbook.
"Haven't you named it yet, Harry?" Hermione asked, pulling herself away from her own studying.
Harry stroked the animals fur, deep in thought, "Edbert," he said aloud, "I'll call him Edbert."
End Chapter 1
Hope you all enjoyed it!