Chapter Six;
A/N I know I told you that I would post again the next day, but this is close enough! YEAH FOR ME!!!!!!
Each professor ran to their station and waited for 3:12 to arrive. Dumbledore had his wand raised as each second ticked by closer and closer to 3:12. Six seconds left.five seconds.four.three.two.one! In unison the professors shouted "UMBULE!" A purple light shot out of their wands; connecting with each other's. The purple light spread all across the ground surrounding everything with it, but at the edge of the forest about five red lights were poking up into the air. The red cylinders turned a bright red then into a deep blue. The blue light started to creep away at the purple, soon equaling the purple and then over coming it. Dumbledore's forehead was covered in sweat, but he held fast to his wand. 'Oh gods. Oh gods!' At the gates of Hogwarts a figure appeared flanked but several more. 'Oh gods. Oh gods!'
Voldemort was breaking through the barrier, and as it seemed without any effort. 'What the hell were they going to do?' Dumbledore released the spell causing the light to break completely. Sensing the problem the teachers apparated to Dumbledore's side. All the spells on Hogwarts had been ruptured. The simplest reaction would be to apparate off the grounds, but they couldn't just leave. No. They had to fight for their school!
The figures drew closer and closer until they were only 10 yards away. They tall skinny one in the front was the first to speak, "Albus, where is Potter?" Voldemort asked bluntly. But no answer came back. "Oh, come now there's no need to hide him. Just give us the boy and we can leave with no harm done."
"And what if I told you that Harry wasn't here?"
A high-pitched cackle came out from the skinny man, "where else would he be back with those muggles? I think not."
"No Mr. Riddle he isn't there, in fact I don't quite know where he is. You can do a location spell right here to see it I'm telling the truth."
Voldemort was in raged when his formal name was used. "I shall do that, then I will decide what to do to you." Voldemort's temper rose even higher when the location spell didn't show Harry on campus. "WHERE IS HE?"
"I do not know." Albus replied calmly.
"Your going to wish you did know old man. You can count on that." Voldemort raised his wand and. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
* This was going to be a good dinner. *
The dinner went and came, but the desert seemed to linger. It was black pudding something Harry hated. He just nudged the blob around in his bowl pretending to eat it. Why Harry didn't just excuse himself he didn't know. He seemed to be glued to the spot waiting for something to happen.
"Potter, did you finish all you homework over the summer already?"
"No I didn't have any time to really get it done and the Dursleys kept it locked up."
"I suggest you start and finish it by the end of tomorrow. I have some things that we need to talk about and I don't want the hassle of homework on your mind."
"Okay Professor," he said with a raised brow. Then left the table and went to his room. 'What did Snape need to talk about with me? Oh well better get to work-wait that sounded way too much like Hermione.' Harry really missed his friends.
Harry laid out all of his books, scrolls, and quills out on his bed. He made a list of all the things he needed to do:
Transfiguration-a two-foot long essay about the dangers of transfiguring humans. Herbology-none History of Magic-two an a half foot essay on the Goblin Rebellions. DADA-none due to no teacher. Divination-predict the future for at least three people. Potions-four-foot long essay about what the effects and dangers of mixing asphodel root and wormwood together.
'What was going to be the easiest?' Professor Binns assignment was by far going to be the easiest because he had the same assignment last year. He really needed a vacation from teaching.
Harry was done in five minuets; one down three to go. Next would be Divination fairly easy, but equally hard. You had to come up with all those bad things and why they happened. Three of them wouldn't be any more fun either. That alone took fifty minuets; two down two to go.
McGonagalls' assignment hadn't been to long, but there wasn't very much information about the dangers of transfiguring humans. Basically the book only said that if you didn't know how to do it then don't. This one was going to talk a while. One hour went by and Harry only had a page, but he covered everything. A thought popped into his mind just rewrite it using bigger handwriting. So Harry rewrote the whole thing and it came out to be a little over two pages; Harry smiled 'perfect'. Three down one to go.
Potions, a four-foot ling essay about the effects and dangers of mixing asphodel root and wormwood together. Harry partially knew what asphodel root and wormwood did it made the sleeping death potion. Harry would never forget that either, Snape had forever etched that in his mind. 'Four freaking feet! How am I going to write four feet about that?'
Harry looked at the clock it was only 8:30 p.m., but Harry decided to call it a night. He walked to the washroom and brushed his teeth, washed his hands, and washed his face. His skin colour had changed two shades light since the last time he looked. Something was wrong with him; never had he changed his skin colour. Making your hair grow overnight was different this was his skin! This was definitely weird. He would have to see what he looked like in the morning, for now he put his pajamas on and went to bed.
A/N: that's it for now! Hope you liked it! R/R!!!!!! ^_^
Love ya'll BJR Sidda!!
A/N I know I told you that I would post again the next day, but this is close enough! YEAH FOR ME!!!!!!
Each professor ran to their station and waited for 3:12 to arrive. Dumbledore had his wand raised as each second ticked by closer and closer to 3:12. Six seconds left.five seconds.four.three.two.one! In unison the professors shouted "UMBULE!" A purple light shot out of their wands; connecting with each other's. The purple light spread all across the ground surrounding everything with it, but at the edge of the forest about five red lights were poking up into the air. The red cylinders turned a bright red then into a deep blue. The blue light started to creep away at the purple, soon equaling the purple and then over coming it. Dumbledore's forehead was covered in sweat, but he held fast to his wand. 'Oh gods. Oh gods!' At the gates of Hogwarts a figure appeared flanked but several more. 'Oh gods. Oh gods!'
Voldemort was breaking through the barrier, and as it seemed without any effort. 'What the hell were they going to do?' Dumbledore released the spell causing the light to break completely. Sensing the problem the teachers apparated to Dumbledore's side. All the spells on Hogwarts had been ruptured. The simplest reaction would be to apparate off the grounds, but they couldn't just leave. No. They had to fight for their school!
The figures drew closer and closer until they were only 10 yards away. They tall skinny one in the front was the first to speak, "Albus, where is Potter?" Voldemort asked bluntly. But no answer came back. "Oh, come now there's no need to hide him. Just give us the boy and we can leave with no harm done."
"And what if I told you that Harry wasn't here?"
A high-pitched cackle came out from the skinny man, "where else would he be back with those muggles? I think not."
"No Mr. Riddle he isn't there, in fact I don't quite know where he is. You can do a location spell right here to see it I'm telling the truth."
Voldemort was in raged when his formal name was used. "I shall do that, then I will decide what to do to you." Voldemort's temper rose even higher when the location spell didn't show Harry on campus. "WHERE IS HE?"
"I do not know." Albus replied calmly.
"Your going to wish you did know old man. You can count on that." Voldemort raised his wand and. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
* This was going to be a good dinner. *
The dinner went and came, but the desert seemed to linger. It was black pudding something Harry hated. He just nudged the blob around in his bowl pretending to eat it. Why Harry didn't just excuse himself he didn't know. He seemed to be glued to the spot waiting for something to happen.
"Potter, did you finish all you homework over the summer already?"
"No I didn't have any time to really get it done and the Dursleys kept it locked up."
"I suggest you start and finish it by the end of tomorrow. I have some things that we need to talk about and I don't want the hassle of homework on your mind."
"Okay Professor," he said with a raised brow. Then left the table and went to his room. 'What did Snape need to talk about with me? Oh well better get to work-wait that sounded way too much like Hermione.' Harry really missed his friends.
Harry laid out all of his books, scrolls, and quills out on his bed. He made a list of all the things he needed to do:
Transfiguration-a two-foot long essay about the dangers of transfiguring humans. Herbology-none History of Magic-two an a half foot essay on the Goblin Rebellions. DADA-none due to no teacher. Divination-predict the future for at least three people. Potions-four-foot long essay about what the effects and dangers of mixing asphodel root and wormwood together.
'What was going to be the easiest?' Professor Binns assignment was by far going to be the easiest because he had the same assignment last year. He really needed a vacation from teaching.
Harry was done in five minuets; one down three to go. Next would be Divination fairly easy, but equally hard. You had to come up with all those bad things and why they happened. Three of them wouldn't be any more fun either. That alone took fifty minuets; two down two to go.
McGonagalls' assignment hadn't been to long, but there wasn't very much information about the dangers of transfiguring humans. Basically the book only said that if you didn't know how to do it then don't. This one was going to talk a while. One hour went by and Harry only had a page, but he covered everything. A thought popped into his mind just rewrite it using bigger handwriting. So Harry rewrote the whole thing and it came out to be a little over two pages; Harry smiled 'perfect'. Three down one to go.
Potions, a four-foot ling essay about the effects and dangers of mixing asphodel root and wormwood together. Harry partially knew what asphodel root and wormwood did it made the sleeping death potion. Harry would never forget that either, Snape had forever etched that in his mind. 'Four freaking feet! How am I going to write four feet about that?'
Harry looked at the clock it was only 8:30 p.m., but Harry decided to call it a night. He walked to the washroom and brushed his teeth, washed his hands, and washed his face. His skin colour had changed two shades light since the last time he looked. Something was wrong with him; never had he changed his skin colour. Making your hair grow overnight was different this was his skin! This was definitely weird. He would have to see what he looked like in the morning, for now he put his pajamas on and went to bed.
A/N: that's it for now! Hope you liked it! R/R!!!!!! ^_^
Love ya'll BJR Sidda!!