Disc- Trinity and Gabrielle are mine. Nothing else is though. Oh wait, I own the Beonitre also.
A/N- All right. Ya'll are going to be happy about this. IT'S NOT THE LAST CHAPTER! I had a request (coughcoughkellycoughcough) for shorter chapters, so this one is kind of short. Longer than the last one, but not like my other chapters. So you all should be happy! But there is one thing that might make you frustrated...
~Recap
"Tonight," he proclaimed. "Tonight I'm going to make her a part of me," he secretly smiled. "I'll show Miss- Know-it-all. This should be fun."
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"So Hermione. What do you and Drakkie-dear plan on doing tonight?" Ron sarcastically asked Hermione, and made Harry go scarlet.
"Nothing that concerns you," she answered. Harry's face was livid; Ron just kept on hassling Hermione.
"Yeah, but it does concern Malfoy, right?" Ron asked.
"Yes, if you must know, yes," she scoffed and threw up her hands. "You know what Ron, I've had enough of this. I've had enough of you. You harass me about Malfoy, get into my business, and...and...well I'm tired of it! Maybe I really do like Malfoy! Maybe I love him!" she screeched as the whole Herbology class turned to look at her. She drew herself up and grabbed her pot, walking huffily over to Hannah Abbot and one of her friends.
Harry's face went blank and he suddenly became very interested in the Beonirte he was supposed to be potting. The Beonirte, a small chipmunk-like creature, was putting up quite a fight. It was flailing it's nails, which were nothing but stubs. It barred it's teeth and threatened to bite Harry, though it would've hardly made a mark. "This isn't my day," muttered Harry.
"Everyone has an off-day Harry," Ron said, as though trying to soothe Harry but it wasn't working.
"Sod off Ron," Harry replied and Ron looked offended.
"If that's what you want," Ron said and gathered up his Beonitre and sat down next to Seamus, leaving Harry by himself.
"Hi Harry," said Neville as he sat down next to him.
"Hi there Neville," Harry said, obviously distraught.
"What's wrong?" Neville asked Harry.
"Nothing," Harry sighed.
"I may be considered dumb and stupid Harry, but I can tell when something's wrong. Are you going to tell me?" Neville asked, hoping to give some advice to Harry.
"It's a long story and I don't want to get into it," Harry said.
"Fine," said Neville. He wasn't in the mood to pry.
"Great. So um Neville, how do you get this thing in the pot?" Harry asked, remembering that Neville's best subject was Herbology and boosting Neville's pride greatly.
"You're asking me?" he asked in disbelief.
"Course I am. You're the Herbology whiz, are you not?" Harry said.
"I guess if that's what you want to call it," Neville stammered. "First, you need to calm the Beonitre. Yours is scared now, and I bet it's because of your argument with Ron," Neville said cautiously.
"Argument? I don't know what you're talking about. He just hasn't seen Seamus in a while," Harry denied, and cast a half glance at Ron who was having trouble getting his Beonitre to stop moving long enough for him to ram it into the pot.
"Right. Anyway, you have to pet it's tail. For some reason, they love that. Once they're content, they'll go into the pot and dig their burrow," Neville said and Harry lowered his jaw, and raised his eyebrows, groaning.
"That's it?" he exclaimed. "I got so mad at this thing and it was because I wasn't petting it's tail? How silly of me," he mocked.
Neville shrugged uncertainty. "That's what they like," he said softly.
"Sorry for lashing you out Neville. I'm just really frustrated," Harry said truthfully. Ron was now sighing heavily and leaning back against the wall, inhaling and exhaling deeply.
"No problem. Just be a little more alert next time Sprout gives us instructions and you'll be fine," said Neville.
"I can do that. I won't be distracted," Harry said and cast a side glance at Ron and then at Hermione out of the corner of his eye.
"OK," Neville disbelievingly said, seeing Harry's gaze settle on Hermione was had her Beonitre potted and happy already.
"Shut it! I bet I can get through the rest of this class without being distracted," Harry challenged, getting into the defensive mode.
"If you think you can..." Neville started but Harry interrupted him.
"I know I can," he said and set his eyes on his Beonitre. Everything was going fine for 10 minutes until Parvati shrieked.
"That-that-that thing spit on me!" she yelled, wiping clear yet obviously sticky liquid off her face. The liquid was very sticky, so she was having trouble doing so.
Harry started to laugh, and almost walked over, either to help or laugh, but Neville never knew which. Neville caught his eye and Harry stopped dead in his tracks. "I'll just be going over here," he muttered and walked over to his pot.
Parvati was now in hysterics and the Beonitre was smiling, it's buck teeth sticking out more than ever. "Don't you look at me like that!" she yelled at it and it's smile just widened even more. "I'll rip it's teeth out!" she raged and started at the Beonitre whose smile was replaced by a look of shock. Parvati was hysterical, something besides the Beonitre was obviously bothering her.
"Parvati!" Lavender shouted and grabbed her robes to restrain her from lunging at the Beonitre.
"Let me go! I'll kill it. I'll rip it's stupid smile off it's face," she hissed, looking at the Beonitre with a face frozen into a look of shock. It's jaw was dropped, forming an O with it's lips. Its eyes were wide with fear and its ears were back.
"Parvati! It's a bit of spit! It'll come off in the shower. Come on, we can go clean up," Lavender tried to soothe Parvati, but it was of no effect.
"No," she said fiercely and broke free of Lavender's grasp.
"Parvati NO!" cried Lavender as she watched her friend race to the helpless Beonitre who seemed glued to the spot. It just stood there as Parvati flung herself on it. She clutched it between her hands and smiled maliciously at it, a smile that everyone was used to seeing on Pansy's face.
"You're going to be sorry little rodent. Nobody spits on me and gets away with it," she terrorized the Beonitre who's eyes were squeezed tightly closed.
"Miss Patil," a calm voice broke the tension that was building up in the room. "What do you think you are doing?"
Parvati slowly turned, knowing that she recognized the voice. Her knees were knocking together and her teeth shook. "Professor Du-Du-Dumbledore. How nice to see you," she said, her voice getting higher every syllable, and her smile fading despite how much she was straining to keep it plastered on her face.
"Miss Patil, is there a reason for the excessive grip on this Beonitre?" Dumbledore asked, and Parvati dropped the Beonitre in surprise of the calm voice. She had been expecting a harsh tone, though she should've expected the calm one after years with Dumbledore.
"Oh, oh sorry sir. He just-it just," she stuttered, unable to think of an excuse.
"It spit on her Professor," Lavender piped up. "So she was just telling it not to do it again. Weren't you Parvati?" Lavender said in a persuading voice and shot Parvati a look that said 'nod.'
"Oh, oh yes of course," she choked and nodded. "Just asking it to please refrain from spitting on me," she smiled sweetly, and gestured kindly to the Beonitre who crawled backwards, getting as far away from Parvati as possible.
"I hope that's all. Yet, that's not the story I heard from Miss Granger here," Dumbledore said and gestured to the trembling girl that concealed herself behind him. "Miss Granger would you please repeat your account of what happened to me one more time?"
Hermione stiffened, and a pink hue crept up her cheeks. "I-er-Parvati...you see...she kind of...er..." she murmured looking at the sky window nervously, and definitely avoiding people's eyes.
"Miss Granger? Do you forget?" Dumbledore asked in a soothing tone.
"No, I just...will you tell it?" she asked Dumbledore and stared up at him, her round, brown eyes wide with anticipation.
"If I must," he sighed. "Miss Patil, Miss Granger seems to think that you went berserk when the Beonitre spit on you. Did this happen?"
"I might've over reacted just a bit," she admitted, looking squeamish.
"Then she said you tried to attack the Beonitre, but Miss Brown over here," he said and beckoned Lavender forward, "held you back. Is this true?"
"What? Not that I remember," Parvati lied.
"Well, then Miss Granger seems to be under the assurance that you broke free of Miss Brown's grasp and ran at the Beonitre," Dumbledore said, staring at Parvati through his half-moon spectacles.
"Nonsense," she mumbled.
"Then I walked in, right as you were about strangle it," Dumbledore finished.
"Strangle? I would never even dream about it. It just spit on me. That's all," Parvati batted her eyelashes as if trying to flirt with Dumbledore. Dumbledore just looked away, obviously very disappointed.
"If that's what happened, so be it. But let it be known Miss Patil, I believe Miss Granger's version of events. I hope you can find it in yourself to tell the truth," Parvati opened her mouth to argue, but Dumbledore silenced her. "And if you lay a hand on anyone or anything again, you will have detention for a month and a letter will be sent home to your parents," Dumbledore said and walked out onto the grounds and with one last look to the greenhouse, went inside the castle.
"I'll kill you Hermione," Parvati seethed when everything was back under control.
"You and Voldemort are going to be at each other's throats then," Hermione said, making a joke of the situation. "He probably wants to kill me too. Oh wait, I forgot Harry and Ron. Wow Parvati, you have some serious competition," Hermione smiled.
Parvati breathed heavily and her eyes turned to slits. "Watch your back Granger. I'll get you when you least expect it," she threatened.
"Oh look at me, I'm trembling in my little Mary Janes*," Hermione ridiculed.
Parvati snuffed and shook her head as turned back to her Beonitre. "Nice one," someone whispered in Hermione's ear, and she turned around to see Harry standing there with a smile on his face.
"Thanks. I got it from Ron," she smiled and looked at Ron who was petting his Beonitre's tail. Harry smiled back at Hermione, then turned away to pot his own Beonitre, and she noticed Neville wink at him. 'Wonder what that's about,' she mentally pondered.
"Hermione, what are you doing?" she heard and red hair brushed her face.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you're staring at Harry with puppy-dog eyes. You've been sitting there for 3 minutes like this," Ron said and did an imitation of Hermione's face.
"I did not drool!" she objected when Ron dripped some saliva from his mouth.
"Oh yeah? Look at your cloak," Ron said and when Hermione looked down, sure enough, there was a wet mark there.
"Oh shut up," she said and hastily tried to dry the mark.
"So why were you staring at Harry then? He must be looking mighty good for that slob of drool," Ron joked and Hermione scoffed at him. She never answered though, just performed a spell to dry the wet spot. "Huh? Did I hear anything? Nope, don't think so. I think Hermione still has eyes for Harry."
"I do not!" she protested, though her face turned exceptionally red.
"I only have eyes for you," Ron sang.
"When did you hear that?"
"At your house this summer. That TV thing, best thing ever invented by muggles," Ron smiled, remembering the TV at Hermione's.
"Oh right." Hermione answered.
"Yeah so do you like Harry?" Ron pushed.
"No!" she protested, though her voice was shaky and unsure. "And even if I did, do you think I would tell you?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I'm your best friend," Ron said.
"That's not a good reason," Hermione said, completely oblivious to Ron's reason. She had just been planning to say 'that's not a good reason,' no matter what.
"Then what is?"
"Because you're my best friend would've been suitable," Hermione said smiling, thinking she had gotten Ron now.
"That's exactly what I said!" Ron exclaimed in outrage.
"I'm sure it was," she folded her arms and smirked.
"Then what did I say?" Ron challenged and Hermione's face paled.
"What did you say? Um...er...because I said so?" she guessed.
"Wrong," said Ron, his smile now a mile wide. "Fess up."
"Fine. I still like Draco...a lot. But Harry will always have a special place in my heart. Are you satisfied?" she pouted.
"Well, that's not the answer I was looking for, but it'll do," Ron said.
"And what was the answer you were looking for?"
"That you're madly in love with Harry and you're just using Draco only to dump him in front of the whole school," he smiled as if he dreamed about the moment.
"Not exactly," Hermione said. "I like Draco, I really do. But Harry was my first real love. I'll never forget him. Draco may come and go as a boyfriend, but I'll remember him as the arse-turned-sweetie," she said.
"Wonderful. And what will I be?" Ron inquired.
"The weird kid with red hair and loads of freckles," she said and Ron's face fell. "Oh I forgot something!" Hermione said and Ron's face perked up. "And 6 siblings!"
"Hey!" Ron said and fixed a hurt and pitiful expression on his face.
"I'm joking you prat. I'll remember you as my best friend forever," she said and threw her arms around, though hesitantly.
"Aww! Kodak moment!" said the muggle-born Justin Finch-Fletchly and Hermione and Ron cringed.
"Sod off Justin," Ron said. Justin had gotten very annoying and prying over the past year. He was a gossiper, and always wanted to know what was happening. He would be well-suited with Lavender or Parvati, but they never even looked twice at him. If they talked to him, it was to get the latest gossip. It was obvious that he liked Lavender though. Parvati had Seamus, so Justin kept his distance.
"No need to sneer," Justin said backing off and walking away.
"God he is annoying," Ron said.
"Yeah," Hermione said quietly. There was a long silence. "Ron?"
"Yea?"
"Does this mean we're friends again?" Hermione asked cautiously. She hoped she had used the right words.
"Mione," he said softly, "we never stopped being friends."
"Oh Ron!" she exclaimed and threw her arms around him again before breaking out in tears. "I've been so lonely! Draco's the only person I have," she sobbed and at the mention of Draco, Ron flinched.
"I was just upset Hermione," he soothed, stroking her hair. "I mean, it's Malfoy. He's been Harry's enemy since the first day of Hogwarts. I'm sorry. It still doesn't seem like he's changed. That could just be me though," Ron said thoughtfully.
"He has Ron!" she said. "He really has."
"Whatever you say. Just remember that if you ever need me, I'll be there," he told her.
"Oh thank you so much Ron. You have no idea how much this means to me," she cried on his shoulder. Ron just let her cry while he looked at Harry. He was staring at them with an expression of shock on his face.
"It's not what you think," Ron mouthed to Harry after seeing what he and Hermione looked like.
"Sure," Harry mouthed back.
"Friends," Ron said, meaning Hermione and him.
"Yep," said Harry.
"Attention class!" Professor Sprout said. "Please get your Beonitre's potted so you can leave! Miss Patil," she added after an afterthought, "I need to see you after class. Alone," she added when Parvati locked eyes with Lavender, rolling them.
"So Harry, am I going to see you at lunch?" Ron asked when Harry walked by.
"No," Harry said.
"Why?"
"I have some other things to attend to," Harry answered coldly and left. 'Friends my arse,' he thought angrily when he walked back in to the castle and a wave of warmth washed over him. He passed the Great Hall, and instead continued down the corridor. He got to the Fat Lady, and went inside the common room. He checked to see if anyone was in there, and there were. A few underclassmen were lounging around. 'Damn,' Harry thought, but disregarded the people anyhow.
He got into his dorm, and pulled out his invisibility cloak from under the bed. He uncovered it, and Rowena's box gleamed in front of him as if it was a day old. The shiny cherry oak shone brighter than ever, and the gold RR was blinding. He squinted, then covered the box back up with the invisibility cloak. He casually walked down the stairs, and swept out the common room door without any suspicions. "Great," he said and went to the Astronomy Tower. Once up there, he placed the box on a table, and transfigured a piece of parchment into a hammer. Harry took Rowena's key out and it pointed itself at Rowena's door. Harry pounded the hammer into the wall, sending debris everywhere.
When everything was clear, he inserted the key into the lock and opened the door. "Oh my God," he hushed when he saw the sight that awaited him. (A/N- I almost stopped here and added another chapter!). Everything had been cleaned. The walls were scrubbed, the floor had been mopped. The draperies hung on the wall, and the blue and black glowed atop each other. The ravens looked happy, having had a wash. The sheets that previously covered the furniture were folded on the end of Rowena's bed which had new blankets on it. Or at least washed blankets.
The thing that surprised him most though was Rowena's picture and frame. The frame and picture looked as though it hadn't been touched. It seemed as if whoever cleaned went right over her picture without seeing it. 'And on that note, who did clean? It's not as if this room is obvious. I would've thought I was the only person who knew about it,' Harry thought. "Well, someone else knows. Might as well find out," he said aloud even though no one was there to here him. Harry figured Rowena was with Godric, but had no way of getting her back to her room.
Harry said down on the fragranced couch, and reached over to get his box. He re-read the letter, thinking to himself. Harry looked around the room, looking for any clues that might help him. "Bingo," he grinned when he saw a dresser. He opened the dresser drawers and saw old sheets and clothes in one, and school supplies and papers in another. Nothing was in the other two, they were just empty. He scrambled through the sheets and clothes, finding only a very old sickle. He shifted through the parchments and quills in the next drawer, not examining them very closely. He threw everything aside, grunting because he hadn't found anything. He pouted, then sat down on the couch next to the parchments. He nonchalantly shifted through them, finding only fragments of letters, as if someone couldn't find the words they were looking for.
" 'Dear,'" he read, noticing the strikeout. "They're all like it!" he exclaimed, shuffling through the papers. "Except this one," he held up and saw many words scratched on the parchment. He squinted, then put his face right up to the parchment and sneezed. "Oh," he said in a monotone. "Dust," and blew off the dust, sending particles scattering into the air.
"Advanced Universal Realization of the Occult Rivals- Meeting One," he read off the top of the paper. 'I've heard of that,' he thought. 'But where? Er...' he cast his mind around, and suddenly realization dawned on him. "Her letter!" he said loudly. "Rowena was the founder of this," he said and held the paper up in front of him.
12th day, Month 5 of the 1476 year
"Meeting One. Today we will introduce ourselves, and get acquainted and comfortable.
(My speech)- Welcome all. You have all been recognized as witches and wizards that exemplify great magical powers. You were invited here to help save the wizarding, along with muggle, world from dark wizards. My name is Rowena Ravenclaw, and I have founded this group because of the rising number of deaths among non-magic humans. Our goal is to try to put a stop to these horrible and unnecessary deaths.
Know that your lives are in danger. We will be using highly advanced magic that could drain you quickly. Never will we result to darkness or killing though. If you ever have an encounter with a dark wizard, try to hardest not to go beyond unconsciousness as a punishment. If it is absolutely necessary, then you have my permission to do so. There are new curses around, and they are dark and dreadful. I will teach them to you, hoping that you will use them only if needed. Please be responsible and intelligent. Your lives are threatened, and if you abuse your new title, you will not like the results. (End speech).
Everything went over fine, except for one person. He was reluctant and nervous. I don't blame him though. It's really a very stressful profession.
Here are the members- Rowena Ravenclaw (Creator)
Godric Gryffindor
Helga Hufflepuff
Salazar Slytherin~
Trinity Riddle~
Douglas Hufflepuff
Amity Dumbledore
Samuel Lacasse
Jacquelyn Abbot
Maybe more to come! ~Make sure they stay away from each other. They'll rip each other's throats out.
Next meeting will take place in a fortnight. Bring more parchment and information.
"Woah," Harry said, looking over the parchment in awe. "Riddle, Dumbledore, Abbot? I know all of them! Or their descendants at least," he said. "This is too much," he shook his head. "I wonder if she has anymore," he said, ripping through the paper. "Nothing!" he said loudly and exaspertdaly. They're all the beginning of a letter to Gryffindor. Now what?" He re-read the letter over and over.
'I still can't find anything. Except that she had a wide range of wizards in her group. I still need to find out about those curses, though I have a bad feeling they're the Unforgivable curses. Hmm...to the library!" he said and gathered his box, cloak, and parchment.
When he got down there, he was relieved to find there was no one there. Now he could work in private. He kept looking, but was looking in the wrong books. "Where can I find it?" he muttered.
"Find what dear?" Madam Pince asked.
"Er...do you have a book exclusively on Rowena Ravenclaw?" he asked. Pince would probably just assume he needed it for a report. Hopefully at least.
"Of course. Follow me," she said and bustled out of the aisle and into another one. "Hmm dee dumm," she hummed as she skimmed the shelves for a book. "A ha!" she said and took out a small, blue and black book, adorned with a raven. "Here you go dear," she said and handed it to Harry.
"Thank you," he said, and started to hurry off, but was stopped by the sound of a piercing yet prying voice.
"Where you off to in such a hurry?" she nosed.
"Er...class," he lied. He was going to read the book, he had no class.
"Have a good lesson," she called merrily as he walked out of the library and to the Gryffindor common room.
He opened the book to the title page as soon as he got into the common room. Only a few kids were there, but they weren't paying attention to him. " 'Rowena Ravenclaw was the co-founder' blah, blah, blah," he skimmed. "Where are her accomplishments?" he flipped through the book. "I got it!" he said excitedly and everyone turned to look at him. "Er...never mind," he said, looking nervously around at everyone.
He stuffed his face in the book and read silently. " 'Rowena Ravenclaw was the proud founder of the Advanced Universal Realization of the Occult Rivals, a group responsible for stopping many innocent lives from being taken from dark wizards. It is now a profession that many wizards look into. The named is formed from the five first letters in the title, now commonly known as an Auror.'"
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A/N-...a mean cliffhanger! That's the bad news. But the good news is, it's not the last chapter! Please review! I would appreciate so much! Tons! Thank you in advance...
Much thanks everyone!
A/N- All right. Ya'll are going to be happy about this. IT'S NOT THE LAST CHAPTER! I had a request (coughcoughkellycoughcough) for shorter chapters, so this one is kind of short. Longer than the last one, but not like my other chapters. So you all should be happy! But there is one thing that might make you frustrated...
~Recap
"Tonight," he proclaimed. "Tonight I'm going to make her a part of me," he secretly smiled. "I'll show Miss- Know-it-all. This should be fun."
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"So Hermione. What do you and Drakkie-dear plan on doing tonight?" Ron sarcastically asked Hermione, and made Harry go scarlet.
"Nothing that concerns you," she answered. Harry's face was livid; Ron just kept on hassling Hermione.
"Yeah, but it does concern Malfoy, right?" Ron asked.
"Yes, if you must know, yes," she scoffed and threw up her hands. "You know what Ron, I've had enough of this. I've had enough of you. You harass me about Malfoy, get into my business, and...and...well I'm tired of it! Maybe I really do like Malfoy! Maybe I love him!" she screeched as the whole Herbology class turned to look at her. She drew herself up and grabbed her pot, walking huffily over to Hannah Abbot and one of her friends.
Harry's face went blank and he suddenly became very interested in the Beonirte he was supposed to be potting. The Beonirte, a small chipmunk-like creature, was putting up quite a fight. It was flailing it's nails, which were nothing but stubs. It barred it's teeth and threatened to bite Harry, though it would've hardly made a mark. "This isn't my day," muttered Harry.
"Everyone has an off-day Harry," Ron said, as though trying to soothe Harry but it wasn't working.
"Sod off Ron," Harry replied and Ron looked offended.
"If that's what you want," Ron said and gathered up his Beonitre and sat down next to Seamus, leaving Harry by himself.
"Hi Harry," said Neville as he sat down next to him.
"Hi there Neville," Harry said, obviously distraught.
"What's wrong?" Neville asked Harry.
"Nothing," Harry sighed.
"I may be considered dumb and stupid Harry, but I can tell when something's wrong. Are you going to tell me?" Neville asked, hoping to give some advice to Harry.
"It's a long story and I don't want to get into it," Harry said.
"Fine," said Neville. He wasn't in the mood to pry.
"Great. So um Neville, how do you get this thing in the pot?" Harry asked, remembering that Neville's best subject was Herbology and boosting Neville's pride greatly.
"You're asking me?" he asked in disbelief.
"Course I am. You're the Herbology whiz, are you not?" Harry said.
"I guess if that's what you want to call it," Neville stammered. "First, you need to calm the Beonitre. Yours is scared now, and I bet it's because of your argument with Ron," Neville said cautiously.
"Argument? I don't know what you're talking about. He just hasn't seen Seamus in a while," Harry denied, and cast a half glance at Ron who was having trouble getting his Beonitre to stop moving long enough for him to ram it into the pot.
"Right. Anyway, you have to pet it's tail. For some reason, they love that. Once they're content, they'll go into the pot and dig their burrow," Neville said and Harry lowered his jaw, and raised his eyebrows, groaning.
"That's it?" he exclaimed. "I got so mad at this thing and it was because I wasn't petting it's tail? How silly of me," he mocked.
Neville shrugged uncertainty. "That's what they like," he said softly.
"Sorry for lashing you out Neville. I'm just really frustrated," Harry said truthfully. Ron was now sighing heavily and leaning back against the wall, inhaling and exhaling deeply.
"No problem. Just be a little more alert next time Sprout gives us instructions and you'll be fine," said Neville.
"I can do that. I won't be distracted," Harry said and cast a side glance at Ron and then at Hermione out of the corner of his eye.
"OK," Neville disbelievingly said, seeing Harry's gaze settle on Hermione was had her Beonitre potted and happy already.
"Shut it! I bet I can get through the rest of this class without being distracted," Harry challenged, getting into the defensive mode.
"If you think you can..." Neville started but Harry interrupted him.
"I know I can," he said and set his eyes on his Beonitre. Everything was going fine for 10 minutes until Parvati shrieked.
"That-that-that thing spit on me!" she yelled, wiping clear yet obviously sticky liquid off her face. The liquid was very sticky, so she was having trouble doing so.
Harry started to laugh, and almost walked over, either to help or laugh, but Neville never knew which. Neville caught his eye and Harry stopped dead in his tracks. "I'll just be going over here," he muttered and walked over to his pot.
Parvati was now in hysterics and the Beonitre was smiling, it's buck teeth sticking out more than ever. "Don't you look at me like that!" she yelled at it and it's smile just widened even more. "I'll rip it's teeth out!" she raged and started at the Beonitre whose smile was replaced by a look of shock. Parvati was hysterical, something besides the Beonitre was obviously bothering her.
"Parvati!" Lavender shouted and grabbed her robes to restrain her from lunging at the Beonitre.
"Let me go! I'll kill it. I'll rip it's stupid smile off it's face," she hissed, looking at the Beonitre with a face frozen into a look of shock. It's jaw was dropped, forming an O with it's lips. Its eyes were wide with fear and its ears were back.
"Parvati! It's a bit of spit! It'll come off in the shower. Come on, we can go clean up," Lavender tried to soothe Parvati, but it was of no effect.
"No," she said fiercely and broke free of Lavender's grasp.
"Parvati NO!" cried Lavender as she watched her friend race to the helpless Beonitre who seemed glued to the spot. It just stood there as Parvati flung herself on it. She clutched it between her hands and smiled maliciously at it, a smile that everyone was used to seeing on Pansy's face.
"You're going to be sorry little rodent. Nobody spits on me and gets away with it," she terrorized the Beonitre who's eyes were squeezed tightly closed.
"Miss Patil," a calm voice broke the tension that was building up in the room. "What do you think you are doing?"
Parvati slowly turned, knowing that she recognized the voice. Her knees were knocking together and her teeth shook. "Professor Du-Du-Dumbledore. How nice to see you," she said, her voice getting higher every syllable, and her smile fading despite how much she was straining to keep it plastered on her face.
"Miss Patil, is there a reason for the excessive grip on this Beonitre?" Dumbledore asked, and Parvati dropped the Beonitre in surprise of the calm voice. She had been expecting a harsh tone, though she should've expected the calm one after years with Dumbledore.
"Oh, oh sorry sir. He just-it just," she stuttered, unable to think of an excuse.
"It spit on her Professor," Lavender piped up. "So she was just telling it not to do it again. Weren't you Parvati?" Lavender said in a persuading voice and shot Parvati a look that said 'nod.'
"Oh, oh yes of course," she choked and nodded. "Just asking it to please refrain from spitting on me," she smiled sweetly, and gestured kindly to the Beonitre who crawled backwards, getting as far away from Parvati as possible.
"I hope that's all. Yet, that's not the story I heard from Miss Granger here," Dumbledore said and gestured to the trembling girl that concealed herself behind him. "Miss Granger would you please repeat your account of what happened to me one more time?"
Hermione stiffened, and a pink hue crept up her cheeks. "I-er-Parvati...you see...she kind of...er..." she murmured looking at the sky window nervously, and definitely avoiding people's eyes.
"Miss Granger? Do you forget?" Dumbledore asked in a soothing tone.
"No, I just...will you tell it?" she asked Dumbledore and stared up at him, her round, brown eyes wide with anticipation.
"If I must," he sighed. "Miss Patil, Miss Granger seems to think that you went berserk when the Beonitre spit on you. Did this happen?"
"I might've over reacted just a bit," she admitted, looking squeamish.
"Then she said you tried to attack the Beonitre, but Miss Brown over here," he said and beckoned Lavender forward, "held you back. Is this true?"
"What? Not that I remember," Parvati lied.
"Well, then Miss Granger seems to be under the assurance that you broke free of Miss Brown's grasp and ran at the Beonitre," Dumbledore said, staring at Parvati through his half-moon spectacles.
"Nonsense," she mumbled.
"Then I walked in, right as you were about strangle it," Dumbledore finished.
"Strangle? I would never even dream about it. It just spit on me. That's all," Parvati batted her eyelashes as if trying to flirt with Dumbledore. Dumbledore just looked away, obviously very disappointed.
"If that's what happened, so be it. But let it be known Miss Patil, I believe Miss Granger's version of events. I hope you can find it in yourself to tell the truth," Parvati opened her mouth to argue, but Dumbledore silenced her. "And if you lay a hand on anyone or anything again, you will have detention for a month and a letter will be sent home to your parents," Dumbledore said and walked out onto the grounds and with one last look to the greenhouse, went inside the castle.
"I'll kill you Hermione," Parvati seethed when everything was back under control.
"You and Voldemort are going to be at each other's throats then," Hermione said, making a joke of the situation. "He probably wants to kill me too. Oh wait, I forgot Harry and Ron. Wow Parvati, you have some serious competition," Hermione smiled.
Parvati breathed heavily and her eyes turned to slits. "Watch your back Granger. I'll get you when you least expect it," she threatened.
"Oh look at me, I'm trembling in my little Mary Janes*," Hermione ridiculed.
Parvati snuffed and shook her head as turned back to her Beonitre. "Nice one," someone whispered in Hermione's ear, and she turned around to see Harry standing there with a smile on his face.
"Thanks. I got it from Ron," she smiled and looked at Ron who was petting his Beonitre's tail. Harry smiled back at Hermione, then turned away to pot his own Beonitre, and she noticed Neville wink at him. 'Wonder what that's about,' she mentally pondered.
"Hermione, what are you doing?" she heard and red hair brushed her face.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you're staring at Harry with puppy-dog eyes. You've been sitting there for 3 minutes like this," Ron said and did an imitation of Hermione's face.
"I did not drool!" she objected when Ron dripped some saliva from his mouth.
"Oh yeah? Look at your cloak," Ron said and when Hermione looked down, sure enough, there was a wet mark there.
"Oh shut up," she said and hastily tried to dry the mark.
"So why were you staring at Harry then? He must be looking mighty good for that slob of drool," Ron joked and Hermione scoffed at him. She never answered though, just performed a spell to dry the wet spot. "Huh? Did I hear anything? Nope, don't think so. I think Hermione still has eyes for Harry."
"I do not!" she protested, though her face turned exceptionally red.
"I only have eyes for you," Ron sang.
"When did you hear that?"
"At your house this summer. That TV thing, best thing ever invented by muggles," Ron smiled, remembering the TV at Hermione's.
"Oh right." Hermione answered.
"Yeah so do you like Harry?" Ron pushed.
"No!" she protested, though her voice was shaky and unsure. "And even if I did, do you think I would tell you?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I'm your best friend," Ron said.
"That's not a good reason," Hermione said, completely oblivious to Ron's reason. She had just been planning to say 'that's not a good reason,' no matter what.
"Then what is?"
"Because you're my best friend would've been suitable," Hermione said smiling, thinking she had gotten Ron now.
"That's exactly what I said!" Ron exclaimed in outrage.
"I'm sure it was," she folded her arms and smirked.
"Then what did I say?" Ron challenged and Hermione's face paled.
"What did you say? Um...er...because I said so?" she guessed.
"Wrong," said Ron, his smile now a mile wide. "Fess up."
"Fine. I still like Draco...a lot. But Harry will always have a special place in my heart. Are you satisfied?" she pouted.
"Well, that's not the answer I was looking for, but it'll do," Ron said.
"And what was the answer you were looking for?"
"That you're madly in love with Harry and you're just using Draco only to dump him in front of the whole school," he smiled as if he dreamed about the moment.
"Not exactly," Hermione said. "I like Draco, I really do. But Harry was my first real love. I'll never forget him. Draco may come and go as a boyfriend, but I'll remember him as the arse-turned-sweetie," she said.
"Wonderful. And what will I be?" Ron inquired.
"The weird kid with red hair and loads of freckles," she said and Ron's face fell. "Oh I forgot something!" Hermione said and Ron's face perked up. "And 6 siblings!"
"Hey!" Ron said and fixed a hurt and pitiful expression on his face.
"I'm joking you prat. I'll remember you as my best friend forever," she said and threw her arms around, though hesitantly.
"Aww! Kodak moment!" said the muggle-born Justin Finch-Fletchly and Hermione and Ron cringed.
"Sod off Justin," Ron said. Justin had gotten very annoying and prying over the past year. He was a gossiper, and always wanted to know what was happening. He would be well-suited with Lavender or Parvati, but they never even looked twice at him. If they talked to him, it was to get the latest gossip. It was obvious that he liked Lavender though. Parvati had Seamus, so Justin kept his distance.
"No need to sneer," Justin said backing off and walking away.
"God he is annoying," Ron said.
"Yeah," Hermione said quietly. There was a long silence. "Ron?"
"Yea?"
"Does this mean we're friends again?" Hermione asked cautiously. She hoped she had used the right words.
"Mione," he said softly, "we never stopped being friends."
"Oh Ron!" she exclaimed and threw her arms around him again before breaking out in tears. "I've been so lonely! Draco's the only person I have," she sobbed and at the mention of Draco, Ron flinched.
"I was just upset Hermione," he soothed, stroking her hair. "I mean, it's Malfoy. He's been Harry's enemy since the first day of Hogwarts. I'm sorry. It still doesn't seem like he's changed. That could just be me though," Ron said thoughtfully.
"He has Ron!" she said. "He really has."
"Whatever you say. Just remember that if you ever need me, I'll be there," he told her.
"Oh thank you so much Ron. You have no idea how much this means to me," she cried on his shoulder. Ron just let her cry while he looked at Harry. He was staring at them with an expression of shock on his face.
"It's not what you think," Ron mouthed to Harry after seeing what he and Hermione looked like.
"Sure," Harry mouthed back.
"Friends," Ron said, meaning Hermione and him.
"Yep," said Harry.
"Attention class!" Professor Sprout said. "Please get your Beonitre's potted so you can leave! Miss Patil," she added after an afterthought, "I need to see you after class. Alone," she added when Parvati locked eyes with Lavender, rolling them.
"So Harry, am I going to see you at lunch?" Ron asked when Harry walked by.
"No," Harry said.
"Why?"
"I have some other things to attend to," Harry answered coldly and left. 'Friends my arse,' he thought angrily when he walked back in to the castle and a wave of warmth washed over him. He passed the Great Hall, and instead continued down the corridor. He got to the Fat Lady, and went inside the common room. He checked to see if anyone was in there, and there were. A few underclassmen were lounging around. 'Damn,' Harry thought, but disregarded the people anyhow.
He got into his dorm, and pulled out his invisibility cloak from under the bed. He uncovered it, and Rowena's box gleamed in front of him as if it was a day old. The shiny cherry oak shone brighter than ever, and the gold RR was blinding. He squinted, then covered the box back up with the invisibility cloak. He casually walked down the stairs, and swept out the common room door without any suspicions. "Great," he said and went to the Astronomy Tower. Once up there, he placed the box on a table, and transfigured a piece of parchment into a hammer. Harry took Rowena's key out and it pointed itself at Rowena's door. Harry pounded the hammer into the wall, sending debris everywhere.
When everything was clear, he inserted the key into the lock and opened the door. "Oh my God," he hushed when he saw the sight that awaited him. (A/N- I almost stopped here and added another chapter!). Everything had been cleaned. The walls were scrubbed, the floor had been mopped. The draperies hung on the wall, and the blue and black glowed atop each other. The ravens looked happy, having had a wash. The sheets that previously covered the furniture were folded on the end of Rowena's bed which had new blankets on it. Or at least washed blankets.
The thing that surprised him most though was Rowena's picture and frame. The frame and picture looked as though it hadn't been touched. It seemed as if whoever cleaned went right over her picture without seeing it. 'And on that note, who did clean? It's not as if this room is obvious. I would've thought I was the only person who knew about it,' Harry thought. "Well, someone else knows. Might as well find out," he said aloud even though no one was there to here him. Harry figured Rowena was with Godric, but had no way of getting her back to her room.
Harry said down on the fragranced couch, and reached over to get his box. He re-read the letter, thinking to himself. Harry looked around the room, looking for any clues that might help him. "Bingo," he grinned when he saw a dresser. He opened the dresser drawers and saw old sheets and clothes in one, and school supplies and papers in another. Nothing was in the other two, they were just empty. He scrambled through the sheets and clothes, finding only a very old sickle. He shifted through the parchments and quills in the next drawer, not examining them very closely. He threw everything aside, grunting because he hadn't found anything. He pouted, then sat down on the couch next to the parchments. He nonchalantly shifted through them, finding only fragments of letters, as if someone couldn't find the words they were looking for.
" 'Dear,'" he read, noticing the strikeout. "They're all like it!" he exclaimed, shuffling through the papers. "Except this one," he held up and saw many words scratched on the parchment. He squinted, then put his face right up to the parchment and sneezed. "Oh," he said in a monotone. "Dust," and blew off the dust, sending particles scattering into the air.
"Advanced Universal Realization of the Occult Rivals- Meeting One," he read off the top of the paper. 'I've heard of that,' he thought. 'But where? Er...' he cast his mind around, and suddenly realization dawned on him. "Her letter!" he said loudly. "Rowena was the founder of this," he said and held the paper up in front of him.
12th day, Month 5 of the 1476 year
"Meeting One. Today we will introduce ourselves, and get acquainted and comfortable.
(My speech)- Welcome all. You have all been recognized as witches and wizards that exemplify great magical powers. You were invited here to help save the wizarding, along with muggle, world from dark wizards. My name is Rowena Ravenclaw, and I have founded this group because of the rising number of deaths among non-magic humans. Our goal is to try to put a stop to these horrible and unnecessary deaths.
Know that your lives are in danger. We will be using highly advanced magic that could drain you quickly. Never will we result to darkness or killing though. If you ever have an encounter with a dark wizard, try to hardest not to go beyond unconsciousness as a punishment. If it is absolutely necessary, then you have my permission to do so. There are new curses around, and they are dark and dreadful. I will teach them to you, hoping that you will use them only if needed. Please be responsible and intelligent. Your lives are threatened, and if you abuse your new title, you will not like the results. (End speech).
Everything went over fine, except for one person. He was reluctant and nervous. I don't blame him though. It's really a very stressful profession.
Here are the members- Rowena Ravenclaw (Creator)
Godric Gryffindor
Helga Hufflepuff
Salazar Slytherin~
Trinity Riddle~
Douglas Hufflepuff
Amity Dumbledore
Samuel Lacasse
Jacquelyn Abbot
Maybe more to come! ~Make sure they stay away from each other. They'll rip each other's throats out.
Next meeting will take place in a fortnight. Bring more parchment and information.
"Woah," Harry said, looking over the parchment in awe. "Riddle, Dumbledore, Abbot? I know all of them! Or their descendants at least," he said. "This is too much," he shook his head. "I wonder if she has anymore," he said, ripping through the paper. "Nothing!" he said loudly and exaspertdaly. They're all the beginning of a letter to Gryffindor. Now what?" He re-read the letter over and over.
'I still can't find anything. Except that she had a wide range of wizards in her group. I still need to find out about those curses, though I have a bad feeling they're the Unforgivable curses. Hmm...to the library!" he said and gathered his box, cloak, and parchment.
When he got down there, he was relieved to find there was no one there. Now he could work in private. He kept looking, but was looking in the wrong books. "Where can I find it?" he muttered.
"Find what dear?" Madam Pince asked.
"Er...do you have a book exclusively on Rowena Ravenclaw?" he asked. Pince would probably just assume he needed it for a report. Hopefully at least.
"Of course. Follow me," she said and bustled out of the aisle and into another one. "Hmm dee dumm," she hummed as she skimmed the shelves for a book. "A ha!" she said and took out a small, blue and black book, adorned with a raven. "Here you go dear," she said and handed it to Harry.
"Thank you," he said, and started to hurry off, but was stopped by the sound of a piercing yet prying voice.
"Where you off to in such a hurry?" she nosed.
"Er...class," he lied. He was going to read the book, he had no class.
"Have a good lesson," she called merrily as he walked out of the library and to the Gryffindor common room.
He opened the book to the title page as soon as he got into the common room. Only a few kids were there, but they weren't paying attention to him. " 'Rowena Ravenclaw was the co-founder' blah, blah, blah," he skimmed. "Where are her accomplishments?" he flipped through the book. "I got it!" he said excitedly and everyone turned to look at him. "Er...never mind," he said, looking nervously around at everyone.
He stuffed his face in the book and read silently. " 'Rowena Ravenclaw was the proud founder of the Advanced Universal Realization of the Occult Rivals, a group responsible for stopping many innocent lives from being taken from dark wizards. It is now a profession that many wizards look into. The named is formed from the five first letters in the title, now commonly known as an Auror.'"
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A/N-...a mean cliffhanger! That's the bad news. But the good news is, it's not the last chapter! Please review! I would appreciate so much! Tons! Thank you in advance...
Much thanks everyone!