The four slept peacefully, with the exception of Felon. Today, they were
showing
Felon around school, as they all had the same classes. First was Herbology.
"Wake Up Felon!" Harry cried, shaking him.
"What?" Felon stammered.
"We are showing you around school," Ron cried.
"Oh. Okay," Felon said, groggily.
They boys hurried downstairs for breakfast. They met up with Hermione.
"Hello, it is about time you two," Hermione smirked.
Everyone hurried and gobbled up their food, with the usual amount of chatter, and headed to their first classes.
"This is Mrs. Sprout," Harry said, leading Felon down to the garden.
"Why, hello, Felon! I hope you'll enjoy Herbology!" she called cheerfully.
"Today we are going to learn how to grind Mandrakes. They are useful for un-petrifieng petrified people," Mrs. Sprout droned on.
"Well, that was an interesting lesson." Felon mumbled.
They had Transfiguration next with Mrs. McGonagall.
"You better be careful! She can transform into a cat. It's like she's there when she isn't!!!! Gives me the creeps!" Ron shivered.
"I agree," Harry replied.
"Well- she is MY favorite teacher," Hermione said. The 4some got to her class just before the late bell rang. A gray, cat was perched on her desk.
"That, is her." Ron gulped.
"Her? A Cat? Wow!" Felon cried.
"Yep! That is why she teaches Transfiguration," Hermione smirked. ying Mrs. McGonagall slowly turned back into herself. "Today we will be learning how to turn animals into GOBLETS! Would anyone like to demonstrate?"
As always, Hermione was the first to raise her hand. "Me me me!!" She called.
Mrs. McGonagall picked her. And of course, she did it perfectly, chanting, "Fergust Gobeltte!"
"Ron, would you like to try?" Mrs. McGonagall asked, giving him and EVIL stare.
"Sure.." Ron moaned.
"Erm.Fergustin Gobelt!" Ron stammered.
"Oh no." Hermione groaned, he had pronounced the words wrong!!
All of a sudden, his rat changed a half goblet. The tail was there and the goblet was furry.
"Not exactly what I had in mind,Weasley, " Mrs. McGonagall smirked, leaving him to find the counter-curse.
" 50 points to Gryffindor, for Miss.Granger's outstanding spellmanship," Mrs. McGonagall cried.
The class clapped, not the least bit surprised.
"Well, good job Hermione," Ron mumbled. The trio was headed to The Great Hall, Felon was left behind, he had to talk to Mrs.McGonagall.
"Yeah, I thought-", Harry stopped in mid-sentence.
The Great Hall had been decorated for Christmas. There was red and green garlands and sparkly glitter covering every wall. Tinsil was draping from chandelier to chandelier.
"Christmas already?" Ron gasped.
"No Silly, tommorow is Christmas!" Hermione mumbled, patting him on the shoulder.
"Oh." Ron mumbled. The trio sat down and ate and ate until Felon arrived.
"Hey Felon, what did 'Gonagall wanna know?" Hermione asked.
"She just wanted to move me into 5th year Transfiguration. I refused, I like being with you all," he said.
"Oh." Hermione dropped her corn. She quickly picked it back up. "That is very unusual!"
"Yeah.." Harry said.
"I'm hungry, let's eat," Felon cried. After the 4 some had eaten, Ginny came over.
"Harry, I need to talk to you, alone!" she cried.
"Okay.hold on," he said. Ginny dragged him up to the corner of the Great Hall.
"Harry, um..I found The Diary," she gasped.
"The diary?" he questioned.
"Yeah, you know..Tom Riddle." Ginny cautiously asked.
"Oh, no, you have to be lying," Harry perplexed.
"No, Oh what am I to do?" Ginny questioned, tossing her medium length light brown hair over her shoulder.
"You must go to Dumbledore," Harry frowned, grabbing Ginny's hand and leading her to Dumbledores office. "Someone could be in danger!"
"No! Dumbledore would get mad at me! I could only trust you.." Ginny murmerd.
"Really?" Harry asked, pleased to get attention from her. "No, but you must tell him. He won't get mad.I suppose," Harry said, snapping back into character.
"Oh Harry! Tom has put me under that spell again. He says he loves me," Ginny cried, leaning against Harry's chest, crieng.
"You have to snap out of it, but I don't understand how that could happen. I stuck a fang from the basililsk in the book. Oh, Mr.Malfoy must have done some ReanChantment book again. Bring the book to the Owlery at 5:00, and that is all," Harry walked away.
Felon around school, as they all had the same classes. First was Herbology.
"Wake Up Felon!" Harry cried, shaking him.
"What?" Felon stammered.
"We are showing you around school," Ron cried.
"Oh. Okay," Felon said, groggily.
They boys hurried downstairs for breakfast. They met up with Hermione.
"Hello, it is about time you two," Hermione smirked.
Everyone hurried and gobbled up their food, with the usual amount of chatter, and headed to their first classes.
"This is Mrs. Sprout," Harry said, leading Felon down to the garden.
"Why, hello, Felon! I hope you'll enjoy Herbology!" she called cheerfully.
"Today we are going to learn how to grind Mandrakes. They are useful for un-petrifieng petrified people," Mrs. Sprout droned on.
"Well, that was an interesting lesson." Felon mumbled.
They had Transfiguration next with Mrs. McGonagall.
"You better be careful! She can transform into a cat. It's like she's there when she isn't!!!! Gives me the creeps!" Ron shivered.
"I agree," Harry replied.
"Well- she is MY favorite teacher," Hermione said. The 4some got to her class just before the late bell rang. A gray, cat was perched on her desk.
"That, is her." Ron gulped.
"Her? A Cat? Wow!" Felon cried.
"Yep! That is why she teaches Transfiguration," Hermione smirked. ying Mrs. McGonagall slowly turned back into herself. "Today we will be learning how to turn animals into GOBLETS! Would anyone like to demonstrate?"
As always, Hermione was the first to raise her hand. "Me me me!!" She called.
Mrs. McGonagall picked her. And of course, she did it perfectly, chanting, "Fergust Gobeltte!"
"Ron, would you like to try?" Mrs. McGonagall asked, giving him and EVIL stare.
"Sure.." Ron moaned.
"Erm.Fergustin Gobelt!" Ron stammered.
"Oh no." Hermione groaned, he had pronounced the words wrong!!
All of a sudden, his rat changed a half goblet. The tail was there and the goblet was furry.
"Not exactly what I had in mind,Weasley, " Mrs. McGonagall smirked, leaving him to find the counter-curse.
" 50 points to Gryffindor, for Miss.Granger's outstanding spellmanship," Mrs. McGonagall cried.
The class clapped, not the least bit surprised.
"Well, good job Hermione," Ron mumbled. The trio was headed to The Great Hall, Felon was left behind, he had to talk to Mrs.McGonagall.
"Yeah, I thought-", Harry stopped in mid-sentence.
The Great Hall had been decorated for Christmas. There was red and green garlands and sparkly glitter covering every wall. Tinsil was draping from chandelier to chandelier.
"Christmas already?" Ron gasped.
"No Silly, tommorow is Christmas!" Hermione mumbled, patting him on the shoulder.
"Oh." Ron mumbled. The trio sat down and ate and ate until Felon arrived.
"Hey Felon, what did 'Gonagall wanna know?" Hermione asked.
"She just wanted to move me into 5th year Transfiguration. I refused, I like being with you all," he said.
"Oh." Hermione dropped her corn. She quickly picked it back up. "That is very unusual!"
"Yeah.." Harry said.
"I'm hungry, let's eat," Felon cried. After the 4 some had eaten, Ginny came over.
"Harry, I need to talk to you, alone!" she cried.
"Okay.hold on," he said. Ginny dragged him up to the corner of the Great Hall.
"Harry, um..I found The Diary," she gasped.
"The diary?" he questioned.
"Yeah, you know..Tom Riddle." Ginny cautiously asked.
"Oh, no, you have to be lying," Harry perplexed.
"No, Oh what am I to do?" Ginny questioned, tossing her medium length light brown hair over her shoulder.
"You must go to Dumbledore," Harry frowned, grabbing Ginny's hand and leading her to Dumbledores office. "Someone could be in danger!"
"No! Dumbledore would get mad at me! I could only trust you.." Ginny murmerd.
"Really?" Harry asked, pleased to get attention from her. "No, but you must tell him. He won't get mad.I suppose," Harry said, snapping back into character.
"Oh Harry! Tom has put me under that spell again. He says he loves me," Ginny cried, leaning against Harry's chest, crieng.
"You have to snap out of it, but I don't understand how that could happen. I stuck a fang from the basililsk in the book. Oh, Mr.Malfoy must have done some ReanChantment book again. Bring the book to the Owlery at 5:00, and that is all," Harry walked away.