A/N: OK. Here it is (finally) The start of the school year. It'll jump back
and forth between the teachers and the students from now on, with a few
random chapters of bad guys, people not at Hogwarts and flashbacks. This is
the LONGEST CHAPTER YET. I have no control over the length, it happens the
way it happens, and this one will be long. So lets get to it, shall we? In
Which There Are Many Arrivals.
Chapter 10:
Things were rather hectic at Hogwarts, as they always are, on the day the students were to arrive. The House elves were working over-time in the kitchens, the teachers were busy solidifying their plan-books, and Filch was doing last minute checks of the school, making sure everything was in order.
In the entire castle, only two people were not rushing to finish everything. They were Adam Pierson (who had finished every essential thing yesterday and was prepared to wing the rest) and Severus Snape (who had his things in order a week in advance, and he never hurried anyway, so why should now be any different.) In fact the two of them were not being not busy together, the both of them sitting in Adam's room, talking over tea (or rather Severus had tea and Adam had beer, A/N: don't ask where he got it, or how, I don't know, but he does, and he's not telling.)
"Are you ready for the school year to start?" Adam drank from his glass while Severus answered.
"Physically prepared, yes. I always am. Mentally and emotionally, I'm already wishing for the Holiday break." Adam laughed.
"Come now, it can't be that bad."
"It can and it is. Ever since Harry Potter started at this school I have had nothing but sleepless nights and indigestion, not to mention the ulcer. But that was from the Weasley twins, not Potter." Adam nodded.
"Ahh yes. The Weasley twins. They own that prank shop in town now, don't they."
"Yes, Weasley's Wizard Something-or-other."
"Weasley's Wizzard Wheezes. I checked out the shop while you were in the apothecary the other day. I can see how they could give you an ulcer." Adam smiled a little, "In fact, if it wasn't for my own suspicious nature, I would have been died blue when I went up to the register." He laughed. "But I got the last laugh." Severus lifted an eyebrow. "I tied their shoelaces together before I left. I heard their cries all the way down the street." Severus laughed, a dry throaty chuckle that was his norm.
"I would have paid good money to see that." Adam grinned.
"I know."
"So what did you buy there that almost died you blue?" Adam smiled his Mona Lisa smile.
"What makes you think I bought anything?" Severus just looked at him with those black eyes of his, the look that made most of the students quake in fear, for that look looked right through you, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. Adam just smirked and refused to say anything. After all, you didn't live to 5000 without knowing how to keep secrets.
The two sat in silence for sometime after that, not talking, but it was not tense. It was a relaxed comfortable silence. Even after such a short time, the two had bonded. Their trust of each other was surprisingly deep, but still too new to test. From their many talks both knew the other had something to hide, something deep and dark, and both recognized the need for secrecy of the darkness. It was known in the back of their heads that someday the other would need to learn the secret, but for now they were comfortable being Adam and Severus, two teachers awaiting the start of a new school year.
At Platform 9 ¾ at Kings Cross Station;
Mrs. Wealsey looked at her two youngest children, the only two left in Hogwarts, and both halfway through their schooling. Her baby boy, Ron, had grown a taller by a tremendous amount over the summer, though he had yet too fill out his frame in width, and even his father's robes were too short on this beanpole. For the first time in a long time, Ronald Weasley had a set of robes that were made for him, not for his older brothers (an early birthday present from Harry) (1) His hair was a little longer that it used to be in the back, curling slightly where it just touched the collar of his robes, and the front flopped haphazardly across his forehead. He brushed the locks to the side, a nervous habit he had developed, as he talked with Harry (whom he now towered over), Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas (who almost riveled him in height), two boys from his dorm.
Her gaze shifted to Ginny, over where she was talking to Hermione. Ginny had grown taller as well, and had really filled out her figure. Her long Weasley hair was pulled back into a sloppy braid, with strands of hair framing her face. On anyone else it would had looked messy, but it suited her perfectly. She was quite pretty. Mrs. Weasley sighed. Her baby girl was a baby no longer, and standing there she realized that all her children were grown or were hurriedly reaching that stage.
"Ginny! Ron!" She called. Hermione joined Harry, Seamus and Dean and the Weasleys answered their mother's call. "You two are growing up so fast. I'm going to try not to baby either of you this year, but remember that I am your mother and no matter what, you'll always be my babies."
"Mom," complained Ron blushing, even though he was smiling. Ginny just smiled and gave her mother a big hug. After a moment of hesitation, Ron joined as well. Mrs. Weasley was a little surprised to find herself eyelevel with his chest, but his her surprise.
"Now. For one more moment I am going to be a mother, before you have to catch the train. Be careful this year you two. And I mean it, especially you Ron. My heart couldn't take it if I found out that something had happened to either of you during one of your escapades. And Ron, try not to eat the House Elves out of stock, please. Leave some for the other students."
"Aww mom, I don't eat that much." Just as he said that his stomach growled, spoiling the seriousness of the moment. His cheeks turned pink. "Well, I am a growing boy." He retorted to their laughter.
"Come here," said his mother, pulling him down to place a kiss on his forehead. Then place one on the same spot on Ginny. "Now go, and please be careful this year. And Ron, Don't blow off your classes!" But if he heard that (which he did) he didn't respond (which he did on purpose) as he joined Harry and Hermione on the train. Mrs. Weasley's sharp eyes did not miss, however, his hand reaching out and holding Hermione's hand. She smiled. He really was growing up.
However, in the back of her head, a little voice was telling her to still worry, that there was something not completely normal about Ron's behavior over the summer. His appetite could only be described as voracious, He was more irritable that normal, and prone to mood swings. She also caught him in the basement going at an old punching bag, left over from her husband's more active days. Watching him wail away at that thing she was glad that it was sawdust and canvas and not flesh and blood on the receiving end of those fists. She baked away as the engine whistle sounded, and stood waving and watching the train take away her and all the other mother's babies.
On the Hogwarts Express;
Ron sat next to Hermione and across from Harry in their car. Hermione had grown up since he had last seen her. She did something to her hair that made it less bushy, and with her front teeth a normal size her smile was quite pretty. She had been outside for most of the summer, bleaching highlights into her hair and turning her skin a nice gold. Harry also had been outside much and had a healthy tan as well. Ron, unfortunately, didn't tan, only turned pink and grew an unseemly amount of freckles. The pink had faded over the last few days, leaving the freckles that were so numerous that they looked like a light tan from a distance.
They were still holding hands. After Hermione had returned from her visit to Bulgaria, she had owled Ron and told him that things simply had not worked out between her and Victor and they were just friends, and that she missed both he and Harry terribly. She also owled Ginny, and told her the details (that she had missed Ron more, and thinks she likes him), and it was Ginny who invited Hermione to stay at the Burrow for a while.
Of course when two people who like each other are staying in the same house (plus one match-making little sister) romance is bound to happen. About three days into the weeklong visit the two were sitting on the front porch just watching the stars. Casually Ron had put his arm around the back of the bench. Somehow, over the next ten minutes, they ended up with Herm lying against his side, with his arm around her waist. They had stayed like that, lying there comfortably until Oliver had come outside. He and Percy had come for dinner, and Oliver had come out to find them (before Mrs. Weasley did) the two had jerked apart, Ron's face turning a nice shade of red. Oliver had laughed and informed them that Mrs. Weasley was looking at them, and then returned inside.
They looked at each other and laughed. When the laughter had died, they had stared at each other, for a moment, it might have been an hour, it might have been 30 seconds, time stood still. Leaning forward they had kissed, softy, chastely, sweetly. They pulled back, both a little flushed. Ron had spoke, 'I think I like you Hermione.' She had laughed. 'That's good,' she had replied, 'cause I know I like you.' They kissed again. 'Will you be my girlfriend?' Ron had asked. Herm had smiled. 'Yes.' Was all she said. They kissed one final time before heading in, hand in hand.
The rest of the vacation was spent trying to find another moment alone, and with the help of Ginny, it was achieved. They both owed Ginny a lot, which was why nobody had protested when she asked if she could sit with them on the train. The car door opened, and she stuck her head in.
"Um...can I still sit with you guys." She bit her lower lip, waiting.
"Sure. Come on." She smiled and bounced in, sitting next to Harry.
"Did you hear the news?" She asked them, positively bouncing.
"What news?" asked Ron. She looked at him exasperatedly.
"I'm surprised you didn't hear, with your girlfriend being a prefect and all." Hermione blushed. She was very proud of her Prefect status, but chose to sit with her boyfriend instead. Hermione had been informed of the new teachers (which is what Ginny was referring to) but it had slipped her mind in her excitement to see her boyfriend. They were now sitting as they were on the front porch; having moved once the train had pulled away.
"It slipped my mind, sorry."
"It's ok. So are you going to tell them, or can I?"
"You can."
"Great!" She turned in her seat to face all of them better and said, "Professor Lupin is back as the new DADA professor-"
"We know that, he told Harry."
"And," she continued glaring at her rude brother, "We have a new History of Magic Professor."
"What?"
"What happened to Binns?" Hermione took over the explanations.
"He crossed over during the summer. Dumbledore called in a new professor, who was living as a Muggle in Paris (We don't know why, he won't tell, but I'm sure he has his reasons.) He's not French, though. He's Welsh, Pierson's his name. Supposedly he's a young guy; pretty good-looking as well." Both she and Ginny giggled at this. Ron scowled mockingly.
"Well, he better keep his mitts off my girl and my sister. And my girl best keep her eyes in her head around him." Hermione giggled and playfully slapped his arm.
"Git."
"Yes, but I'm your Git." They kissed briefly and Ginny rolled her eyes. She turned to Harry.
"They've been like that all summer." Harry smiled.
"I'm sorry." E replied, earning him a look from Ron. They laughed and all was right in their world.
Cave outside Hogsmead;
The big black dog paced back and forth, waiting for someone to arrive. He paused, mid stride, and cocked his head, listening. Footseps. Quickly he ducked back into the shadows.
Remus Lupin shifted the pack on his shoulder as he picked his way up the rocky slope towards his meeting place with Sirius. His heart beat out a staccato rhythm in his chest in anticipation. He was going to see Sirius again soon! He came up to the cave and no sooner had he stepped inside, was he knocked over by a large black dog, which licked his face eagerly. Slowly the dog took human shape and the licks became passionate kisses. Finally Sirius sat up, letting Remus catch his breath.
"Missed you," was the first thing out of Sirius's mouth. Remus laughed.
"You know, I couldn't tell."
"Wiseass."
"Yup," Remus kissed his lover again. "I missed you too. I love you."
"And I you. For always."
"For always." Remus sat up, and handed over the sack. "There's enough food in there to last until next weekend," Sirius quickly opened the bad and tore into a loaf of bread, the first thing he saw. "I can't stay long, only a few minutes more." Sirius swallowed the mouthful and looked at Remus.
"I understand Moony. Everything has to be done in complete secrecy and with the utmost caution. But I cannot wait until vacation when we can return to the states for a while. I want to hold you in my arms all night, and love you the way I do best." Remus smiled.
"You always did have such sweet words Sirius." He paused, "Well, there's nothing keeping you from holding me now for a while." Sirius smiled, and moved so that the two of them were sitting with Remus basically in Sirius's lap. They stayed like that for a while, neither wanting to say goodbye, even if it was only temporary. At length Remus sighed.
"I love you Padfoot."
"I know Moony. I love you too."
"I don't want to say goodbye."
"So don't. What is it those American teenagers say these days? See ya later?" Remus smiled, and pulled away.
"I knew those American teenagers were onto something. Never let anyone say that those Americans are complete idiots." (2) Sirius laughed, and pulled Remus in for a kiss. It started off sweet and wistful, and grew in intensity until they had to break away or pass out. Remus backed away.
"I love you Padfoot. I'll see ya later." Sirius smiled.
"I love you, too Moony. See ya later." For the second time in such a short period of time, Sirius watched his lover walk away to protect the future of wizard and Muggle-kind alike until he was nothing but an ant in the distance. "For always," he whispered to the wind and in the blink of an eye a big black dog stood in his spot, then turned back into the shelter of the cave.
TBC.
A/N: Whew. That was a lot of typing. Ok. (1) Does anybody know when Ron's birthday is? Is it in any of the books? Please tell me if you know. (2) I'm an American myself so I can make fun of the stupid idiots there are in this country (that was redundant, wasn't it? Stupid idiots?) Not all Americans are dumb, and I know quite a few American geniuses, but the teen-agers seem to have NO common sense what so ever. Argh! Don't get me started, I'll take up another chapter just ranting on this, and I have a feeling you would rather have more story, less author notes. Do my little messages in the text help? I hope so. Anyway, next we have the great feast and the first night, then a few scenes from the first classes, a few selected moments in- between, then CHRISTMAS! Then.I don't know. I just want to catch up with the Holidays. Percy and Oliver will have larger roles later on, but I'm not telling how. Anyway, until next time, R/R. Oh, If ANYONE wants to draw PICTURES of my story/scenes/cover art/characters, they are more than welcome. E-mail them to me and I'll put them up on my web page, THE MADHOUSE. Http://www.geocities.com/ivanhoe5k/madhouse.html I'm going to post all of the chapters I have so far up as one big part as after this weekend, so look out for that. Anyway, adios muchahos (I took Spanish for two years and that is the only phrase that stuck, and I probably spelled it wrong. Oh, and Mauradors is spelled like that I think. See ya later!
Chapter 10:
Things were rather hectic at Hogwarts, as they always are, on the day the students were to arrive. The House elves were working over-time in the kitchens, the teachers were busy solidifying their plan-books, and Filch was doing last minute checks of the school, making sure everything was in order.
In the entire castle, only two people were not rushing to finish everything. They were Adam Pierson (who had finished every essential thing yesterday and was prepared to wing the rest) and Severus Snape (who had his things in order a week in advance, and he never hurried anyway, so why should now be any different.) In fact the two of them were not being not busy together, the both of them sitting in Adam's room, talking over tea (or rather Severus had tea and Adam had beer, A/N: don't ask where he got it, or how, I don't know, but he does, and he's not telling.)
"Are you ready for the school year to start?" Adam drank from his glass while Severus answered.
"Physically prepared, yes. I always am. Mentally and emotionally, I'm already wishing for the Holiday break." Adam laughed.
"Come now, it can't be that bad."
"It can and it is. Ever since Harry Potter started at this school I have had nothing but sleepless nights and indigestion, not to mention the ulcer. But that was from the Weasley twins, not Potter." Adam nodded.
"Ahh yes. The Weasley twins. They own that prank shop in town now, don't they."
"Yes, Weasley's Wizard Something-or-other."
"Weasley's Wizzard Wheezes. I checked out the shop while you were in the apothecary the other day. I can see how they could give you an ulcer." Adam smiled a little, "In fact, if it wasn't for my own suspicious nature, I would have been died blue when I went up to the register." He laughed. "But I got the last laugh." Severus lifted an eyebrow. "I tied their shoelaces together before I left. I heard their cries all the way down the street." Severus laughed, a dry throaty chuckle that was his norm.
"I would have paid good money to see that." Adam grinned.
"I know."
"So what did you buy there that almost died you blue?" Adam smiled his Mona Lisa smile.
"What makes you think I bought anything?" Severus just looked at him with those black eyes of his, the look that made most of the students quake in fear, for that look looked right through you, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. Adam just smirked and refused to say anything. After all, you didn't live to 5000 without knowing how to keep secrets.
The two sat in silence for sometime after that, not talking, but it was not tense. It was a relaxed comfortable silence. Even after such a short time, the two had bonded. Their trust of each other was surprisingly deep, but still too new to test. From their many talks both knew the other had something to hide, something deep and dark, and both recognized the need for secrecy of the darkness. It was known in the back of their heads that someday the other would need to learn the secret, but for now they were comfortable being Adam and Severus, two teachers awaiting the start of a new school year.
At Platform 9 ¾ at Kings Cross Station;
Mrs. Wealsey looked at her two youngest children, the only two left in Hogwarts, and both halfway through their schooling. Her baby boy, Ron, had grown a taller by a tremendous amount over the summer, though he had yet too fill out his frame in width, and even his father's robes were too short on this beanpole. For the first time in a long time, Ronald Weasley had a set of robes that were made for him, not for his older brothers (an early birthday present from Harry) (1) His hair was a little longer that it used to be in the back, curling slightly where it just touched the collar of his robes, and the front flopped haphazardly across his forehead. He brushed the locks to the side, a nervous habit he had developed, as he talked with Harry (whom he now towered over), Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas (who almost riveled him in height), two boys from his dorm.
Her gaze shifted to Ginny, over where she was talking to Hermione. Ginny had grown taller as well, and had really filled out her figure. Her long Weasley hair was pulled back into a sloppy braid, with strands of hair framing her face. On anyone else it would had looked messy, but it suited her perfectly. She was quite pretty. Mrs. Weasley sighed. Her baby girl was a baby no longer, and standing there she realized that all her children were grown or were hurriedly reaching that stage.
"Ginny! Ron!" She called. Hermione joined Harry, Seamus and Dean and the Weasleys answered their mother's call. "You two are growing up so fast. I'm going to try not to baby either of you this year, but remember that I am your mother and no matter what, you'll always be my babies."
"Mom," complained Ron blushing, even though he was smiling. Ginny just smiled and gave her mother a big hug. After a moment of hesitation, Ron joined as well. Mrs. Weasley was a little surprised to find herself eyelevel with his chest, but his her surprise.
"Now. For one more moment I am going to be a mother, before you have to catch the train. Be careful this year you two. And I mean it, especially you Ron. My heart couldn't take it if I found out that something had happened to either of you during one of your escapades. And Ron, try not to eat the House Elves out of stock, please. Leave some for the other students."
"Aww mom, I don't eat that much." Just as he said that his stomach growled, spoiling the seriousness of the moment. His cheeks turned pink. "Well, I am a growing boy." He retorted to their laughter.
"Come here," said his mother, pulling him down to place a kiss on his forehead. Then place one on the same spot on Ginny. "Now go, and please be careful this year. And Ron, Don't blow off your classes!" But if he heard that (which he did) he didn't respond (which he did on purpose) as he joined Harry and Hermione on the train. Mrs. Weasley's sharp eyes did not miss, however, his hand reaching out and holding Hermione's hand. She smiled. He really was growing up.
However, in the back of her head, a little voice was telling her to still worry, that there was something not completely normal about Ron's behavior over the summer. His appetite could only be described as voracious, He was more irritable that normal, and prone to mood swings. She also caught him in the basement going at an old punching bag, left over from her husband's more active days. Watching him wail away at that thing she was glad that it was sawdust and canvas and not flesh and blood on the receiving end of those fists. She baked away as the engine whistle sounded, and stood waving and watching the train take away her and all the other mother's babies.
On the Hogwarts Express;
Ron sat next to Hermione and across from Harry in their car. Hermione had grown up since he had last seen her. She did something to her hair that made it less bushy, and with her front teeth a normal size her smile was quite pretty. She had been outside for most of the summer, bleaching highlights into her hair and turning her skin a nice gold. Harry also had been outside much and had a healthy tan as well. Ron, unfortunately, didn't tan, only turned pink and grew an unseemly amount of freckles. The pink had faded over the last few days, leaving the freckles that were so numerous that they looked like a light tan from a distance.
They were still holding hands. After Hermione had returned from her visit to Bulgaria, she had owled Ron and told him that things simply had not worked out between her and Victor and they were just friends, and that she missed both he and Harry terribly. She also owled Ginny, and told her the details (that she had missed Ron more, and thinks she likes him), and it was Ginny who invited Hermione to stay at the Burrow for a while.
Of course when two people who like each other are staying in the same house (plus one match-making little sister) romance is bound to happen. About three days into the weeklong visit the two were sitting on the front porch just watching the stars. Casually Ron had put his arm around the back of the bench. Somehow, over the next ten minutes, they ended up with Herm lying against his side, with his arm around her waist. They had stayed like that, lying there comfortably until Oliver had come outside. He and Percy had come for dinner, and Oliver had come out to find them (before Mrs. Weasley did) the two had jerked apart, Ron's face turning a nice shade of red. Oliver had laughed and informed them that Mrs. Weasley was looking at them, and then returned inside.
They looked at each other and laughed. When the laughter had died, they had stared at each other, for a moment, it might have been an hour, it might have been 30 seconds, time stood still. Leaning forward they had kissed, softy, chastely, sweetly. They pulled back, both a little flushed. Ron had spoke, 'I think I like you Hermione.' She had laughed. 'That's good,' she had replied, 'cause I know I like you.' They kissed again. 'Will you be my girlfriend?' Ron had asked. Herm had smiled. 'Yes.' Was all she said. They kissed one final time before heading in, hand in hand.
The rest of the vacation was spent trying to find another moment alone, and with the help of Ginny, it was achieved. They both owed Ginny a lot, which was why nobody had protested when she asked if she could sit with them on the train. The car door opened, and she stuck her head in.
"Um...can I still sit with you guys." She bit her lower lip, waiting.
"Sure. Come on." She smiled and bounced in, sitting next to Harry.
"Did you hear the news?" She asked them, positively bouncing.
"What news?" asked Ron. She looked at him exasperatedly.
"I'm surprised you didn't hear, with your girlfriend being a prefect and all." Hermione blushed. She was very proud of her Prefect status, but chose to sit with her boyfriend instead. Hermione had been informed of the new teachers (which is what Ginny was referring to) but it had slipped her mind in her excitement to see her boyfriend. They were now sitting as they were on the front porch; having moved once the train had pulled away.
"It slipped my mind, sorry."
"It's ok. So are you going to tell them, or can I?"
"You can."
"Great!" She turned in her seat to face all of them better and said, "Professor Lupin is back as the new DADA professor-"
"We know that, he told Harry."
"And," she continued glaring at her rude brother, "We have a new History of Magic Professor."
"What?"
"What happened to Binns?" Hermione took over the explanations.
"He crossed over during the summer. Dumbledore called in a new professor, who was living as a Muggle in Paris (We don't know why, he won't tell, but I'm sure he has his reasons.) He's not French, though. He's Welsh, Pierson's his name. Supposedly he's a young guy; pretty good-looking as well." Both she and Ginny giggled at this. Ron scowled mockingly.
"Well, he better keep his mitts off my girl and my sister. And my girl best keep her eyes in her head around him." Hermione giggled and playfully slapped his arm.
"Git."
"Yes, but I'm your Git." They kissed briefly and Ginny rolled her eyes. She turned to Harry.
"They've been like that all summer." Harry smiled.
"I'm sorry." E replied, earning him a look from Ron. They laughed and all was right in their world.
Cave outside Hogsmead;
The big black dog paced back and forth, waiting for someone to arrive. He paused, mid stride, and cocked his head, listening. Footseps. Quickly he ducked back into the shadows.
Remus Lupin shifted the pack on his shoulder as he picked his way up the rocky slope towards his meeting place with Sirius. His heart beat out a staccato rhythm in his chest in anticipation. He was going to see Sirius again soon! He came up to the cave and no sooner had he stepped inside, was he knocked over by a large black dog, which licked his face eagerly. Slowly the dog took human shape and the licks became passionate kisses. Finally Sirius sat up, letting Remus catch his breath.
"Missed you," was the first thing out of Sirius's mouth. Remus laughed.
"You know, I couldn't tell."
"Wiseass."
"Yup," Remus kissed his lover again. "I missed you too. I love you."
"And I you. For always."
"For always." Remus sat up, and handed over the sack. "There's enough food in there to last until next weekend," Sirius quickly opened the bad and tore into a loaf of bread, the first thing he saw. "I can't stay long, only a few minutes more." Sirius swallowed the mouthful and looked at Remus.
"I understand Moony. Everything has to be done in complete secrecy and with the utmost caution. But I cannot wait until vacation when we can return to the states for a while. I want to hold you in my arms all night, and love you the way I do best." Remus smiled.
"You always did have such sweet words Sirius." He paused, "Well, there's nothing keeping you from holding me now for a while." Sirius smiled, and moved so that the two of them were sitting with Remus basically in Sirius's lap. They stayed like that for a while, neither wanting to say goodbye, even if it was only temporary. At length Remus sighed.
"I love you Padfoot."
"I know Moony. I love you too."
"I don't want to say goodbye."
"So don't. What is it those American teenagers say these days? See ya later?" Remus smiled, and pulled away.
"I knew those American teenagers were onto something. Never let anyone say that those Americans are complete idiots." (2) Sirius laughed, and pulled Remus in for a kiss. It started off sweet and wistful, and grew in intensity until they had to break away or pass out. Remus backed away.
"I love you Padfoot. I'll see ya later." Sirius smiled.
"I love you, too Moony. See ya later." For the second time in such a short period of time, Sirius watched his lover walk away to protect the future of wizard and Muggle-kind alike until he was nothing but an ant in the distance. "For always," he whispered to the wind and in the blink of an eye a big black dog stood in his spot, then turned back into the shelter of the cave.
TBC.
A/N: Whew. That was a lot of typing. Ok. (1) Does anybody know when Ron's birthday is? Is it in any of the books? Please tell me if you know. (2) I'm an American myself so I can make fun of the stupid idiots there are in this country (that was redundant, wasn't it? Stupid idiots?) Not all Americans are dumb, and I know quite a few American geniuses, but the teen-agers seem to have NO common sense what so ever. Argh! Don't get me started, I'll take up another chapter just ranting on this, and I have a feeling you would rather have more story, less author notes. Do my little messages in the text help? I hope so. Anyway, next we have the great feast and the first night, then a few scenes from the first classes, a few selected moments in- between, then CHRISTMAS! Then.I don't know. I just want to catch up with the Holidays. Percy and Oliver will have larger roles later on, but I'm not telling how. Anyway, until next time, R/R. Oh, If ANYONE wants to draw PICTURES of my story/scenes/cover art/characters, they are more than welcome. E-mail them to me and I'll put them up on my web page, THE MADHOUSE. Http://www.geocities.com/ivanhoe5k/madhouse.html I'm going to post all of the chapters I have so far up as one big part as after this weekend, so look out for that. Anyway, adios muchahos (I took Spanish for two years and that is the only phrase that stuck, and I probably spelled it wrong. Oh, and Mauradors is spelled like that I think. See ya later!