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Summary: Set in Harry's fifth year. Harry learns about his special powers; the reason why Voldemort wants to kill him and a transfer student from Japan comes to Hogwarts in search of something - or somebody.
Chapter 2:The Classes Begin
The sound of the door opening - a high-pitched laughter of an evil - the father's yell - the mother's scream - and the green light...Harry Potter was having a nightmare about the night his parents were killed; and the worst thing about these dreams was that he could only watch, just like the time Voldemort had killed Cedric.
Just as Voldemort was going to kill him, he heard a voice calling his name.
Harry woke up with a start, covered in sweat. A blurry Ron was shaking him. He rubbed his eyes and reached for his glasses, which were on the bedside table. Now, he was able to see clearly.
"At last! I thought you wouldn't wake up!" Ron said, his expression both relieved and exasperated.
"What time is it?" Harry asked ignoring Ron's words. He looked around the room and noticed the others were gone - they were alone in their dorm.
"We have 30 minutes until classes start, and Hermione's already waiting for us. You'd better hurry up; Hermione isn't in a good mood, and you know how she's like when she's angry."
Harry knew was it was like, and as he knew that it wasn't pretty, Harry had no choice but to dress quickly. Then he and Ron went down to the staircase. Hermione had an impatient expression on her face.
"We'd better hurry, or we'll be late for class!"
"Goody, goody. Classes are more important. She didn't even say 'Good Morning'," Ron whispered to Harry.
"Did you say anything?" Hermione asked, with a venomous look that could scare a basilisk.
"Nothing," Harry said, trying to look angelic, but not succeeding. Hermione ignored the remark instead of replying. It was useless to. If they were like that...well, they were like that.
"Anyways, let's go to the Great Hall," she said instead.
The Great Hall was full of students and many, like Ron and Harry, looked as if they had slept in a little later than expected.
"'Morning," Fred said sleepily, when the threesome reached the Gryffindor table. "These are the new schedules..." then he yawned. "Oh, and Good Luck..."
'What did he mean, "Good Luck?"' Harry thought, but he didn't ponder on it, because he was hungry. Harry and Ron didn't bother to look at it until they had something in their stomachs, but Hermione was examining it.
"We've better hurry up, you two," Hermione said, looking somewhat disgustingly at the way they shoved the food, "We have Potions with the Slytherins first thing this morning and--"
"WHAT?" Harry asked. Ron accidentally spat his food out. "Oh no..."
Harry looked at his schedule. Hermione was right; they did have Potions. And after that, they had Divination, the class he hated next to Potions. "What a perfect way to start the new school year," Harry whispered to himself, with his head in his hands, "Just perfect..."
"And before you interrupted, I was about to say we only have 15 more minutes until it starts."
"You needed to add that, and make a good breakfast bad, didn't you?"
"Well, it's your fault since you took so much time just to wake up!"
Ron or Harry couldn't retort to that. They quickly shoved their food and started heading for the dungeons, where the potions class was held.
They managed to reach the class before it started, but Snape entered before they could have a seat. He gave them a cold look. He then wordlessly handed out parchments to each student.
"Don't tell me he's making us take a test," Ron whispered to Harry.
"This is Snape we're talking about. That can happen...but at least it's not Lockhart's test," Harry whispered back.
Ron sniggered, but stopped when he saw Hermione looked disapprovingly at the two with a face that clearly told them to 'shut up, or else'. But strangely, Snape didn't notice, or he ignored the whispers. Harry thought the latter was more likely; it was unlike Snape to not notice.
"This is a test to make sure you have done your homework on Voice Changing Potion correctly," he said, in an icy tone, "Since I assigned an essay on it, I trust..." he looked over to where Neville sat, "that there will be no mistakes."
Neville was shuddering slightly under Snape's glare. Harry felt sorry for him.
Snape handed out the tests, and told them to begin.
The test was quite hard, but Harry managed to answer everything (thanks to all that studying out of boredom at the Dursley's)...though he was not sure if all of it was correct. He could never get a good grade at potions, partly because Potions wasn't his strong point, and partly because Snape was Snape.
Just as Harry finished, Snape told them to hand the papers in. Neville looked frightened, Hermione wore an expression of triumph, as if she did well on hers.
"In the next class, we will go over the tests...for those who didn't do well," Snape said, a smile forming on his face, "will be given extra homework."
Ron gave Snape a disgusted look along with Dean and Seamus, but again Snape ignore it. Malfoy, on the other hand, wore a smirk; he was sure Snape wouldn't fail him, and Harry thought so too. Malfoy was Snape's favorite student, and he wasn't a bad potion brewer...actually, he was good, but Harry didn't want to admit that.
Snape dismissed the class, and the Gryffindors left quickly for their next class. Ron and Harry said good-bye to Hermione, who had Arithmancy, lucky for her.
"How did you two do on your tests?" Hermione asked.
"Didn't get a thing," Ron answered lightly. He didn't care if he didn't get a good mark...at Potions, anyway.
"How about you, Harry?"
"I answered most of the questions, except #14."
"Harry, old buddy...you did well on a Potions test? You know, Snape's test? Did you turn into a workaholic over the summer?" Ron asked. Harry laughed at the panicked look Ron wore.
"No, of course not! I just had nothing to do except study at the Dursley's...I almost died of boredom..."
"Anyways, wasn't it a miracle? Snape didn't even take a point from us! He must've been in a good mood..." Ron said, changing the subject. He didn't want to talk about it anymore, it seemed.
"No, if he was in a good mood, he'd take a lot of points," Hermione said thoughtfully.
"Err...good point."
They parted at the top of the staircase. Hermione had Arithmancy at a different part of the castle. Harry and Ron headed to the smelly, stuffy classroom.
(A.N.) Short chapter... and I took a month and a half just to finish this. The damn tests were in the way...and they still are. I just had two today, Geometry and French. I know I did terrible in French, but Geometry might be even worse...Well, please R&R!
Summary: Set in Harry's fifth year. Harry learns about his special powers; the reason why Voldemort wants to kill him and a transfer student from Japan comes to Hogwarts in search of something - or somebody.
Chapter 2:The Classes Begin
The sound of the door opening - a high-pitched laughter of an evil - the father's yell - the mother's scream - and the green light...Harry Potter was having a nightmare about the night his parents were killed; and the worst thing about these dreams was that he could only watch, just like the time Voldemort had killed Cedric.
Just as Voldemort was going to kill him, he heard a voice calling his name.
Harry woke up with a start, covered in sweat. A blurry Ron was shaking him. He rubbed his eyes and reached for his glasses, which were on the bedside table. Now, he was able to see clearly.
"At last! I thought you wouldn't wake up!" Ron said, his expression both relieved and exasperated.
"What time is it?" Harry asked ignoring Ron's words. He looked around the room and noticed the others were gone - they were alone in their dorm.
"We have 30 minutes until classes start, and Hermione's already waiting for us. You'd better hurry up; Hermione isn't in a good mood, and you know how she's like when she's angry."
Harry knew was it was like, and as he knew that it wasn't pretty, Harry had no choice but to dress quickly. Then he and Ron went down to the staircase. Hermione had an impatient expression on her face.
"We'd better hurry, or we'll be late for class!"
"Goody, goody. Classes are more important. She didn't even say 'Good Morning'," Ron whispered to Harry.
"Did you say anything?" Hermione asked, with a venomous look that could scare a basilisk.
"Nothing," Harry said, trying to look angelic, but not succeeding. Hermione ignored the remark instead of replying. It was useless to. If they were like that...well, they were like that.
"Anyways, let's go to the Great Hall," she said instead.
The Great Hall was full of students and many, like Ron and Harry, looked as if they had slept in a little later than expected.
"'Morning," Fred said sleepily, when the threesome reached the Gryffindor table. "These are the new schedules..." then he yawned. "Oh, and Good Luck..."
'What did he mean, "Good Luck?"' Harry thought, but he didn't ponder on it, because he was hungry. Harry and Ron didn't bother to look at it until they had something in their stomachs, but Hermione was examining it.
"We've better hurry up, you two," Hermione said, looking somewhat disgustingly at the way they shoved the food, "We have Potions with the Slytherins first thing this morning and--"
"WHAT?" Harry asked. Ron accidentally spat his food out. "Oh no..."
Harry looked at his schedule. Hermione was right; they did have Potions. And after that, they had Divination, the class he hated next to Potions. "What a perfect way to start the new school year," Harry whispered to himself, with his head in his hands, "Just perfect..."
"And before you interrupted, I was about to say we only have 15 more minutes until it starts."
"You needed to add that, and make a good breakfast bad, didn't you?"
"Well, it's your fault since you took so much time just to wake up!"
Ron or Harry couldn't retort to that. They quickly shoved their food and started heading for the dungeons, where the potions class was held.
They managed to reach the class before it started, but Snape entered before they could have a seat. He gave them a cold look. He then wordlessly handed out parchments to each student.
"Don't tell me he's making us take a test," Ron whispered to Harry.
"This is Snape we're talking about. That can happen...but at least it's not Lockhart's test," Harry whispered back.
Ron sniggered, but stopped when he saw Hermione looked disapprovingly at the two with a face that clearly told them to 'shut up, or else'. But strangely, Snape didn't notice, or he ignored the whispers. Harry thought the latter was more likely; it was unlike Snape to not notice.
"This is a test to make sure you have done your homework on Voice Changing Potion correctly," he said, in an icy tone, "Since I assigned an essay on it, I trust..." he looked over to where Neville sat, "that there will be no mistakes."
Neville was shuddering slightly under Snape's glare. Harry felt sorry for him.
Snape handed out the tests, and told them to begin.
The test was quite hard, but Harry managed to answer everything (thanks to all that studying out of boredom at the Dursley's)...though he was not sure if all of it was correct. He could never get a good grade at potions, partly because Potions wasn't his strong point, and partly because Snape was Snape.
Just as Harry finished, Snape told them to hand the papers in. Neville looked frightened, Hermione wore an expression of triumph, as if she did well on hers.
"In the next class, we will go over the tests...for those who didn't do well," Snape said, a smile forming on his face, "will be given extra homework."
Ron gave Snape a disgusted look along with Dean and Seamus, but again Snape ignore it. Malfoy, on the other hand, wore a smirk; he was sure Snape wouldn't fail him, and Harry thought so too. Malfoy was Snape's favorite student, and he wasn't a bad potion brewer...actually, he was good, but Harry didn't want to admit that.
Snape dismissed the class, and the Gryffindors left quickly for their next class. Ron and Harry said good-bye to Hermione, who had Arithmancy, lucky for her.
"How did you two do on your tests?" Hermione asked.
"Didn't get a thing," Ron answered lightly. He didn't care if he didn't get a good mark...at Potions, anyway.
"How about you, Harry?"
"I answered most of the questions, except #14."
"Harry, old buddy...you did well on a Potions test? You know, Snape's test? Did you turn into a workaholic over the summer?" Ron asked. Harry laughed at the panicked look Ron wore.
"No, of course not! I just had nothing to do except study at the Dursley's...I almost died of boredom..."
"Anyways, wasn't it a miracle? Snape didn't even take a point from us! He must've been in a good mood..." Ron said, changing the subject. He didn't want to talk about it anymore, it seemed.
"No, if he was in a good mood, he'd take a lot of points," Hermione said thoughtfully.
"Err...good point."
They parted at the top of the staircase. Hermione had Arithmancy at a different part of the castle. Harry and Ron headed to the smelly, stuffy classroom.
(A.N.) Short chapter... and I took a month and a half just to finish this. The damn tests were in the way...and they still are. I just had two today, Geometry and French. I know I did terrible in French, but Geometry might be even worse...Well, please R&R!