I Told You It's Dangerous
A/N: I am aware of the fact that maybe some of you are awaiting the next chapter of 'Apology', and trust me, I'm working on it. However, however undeniable the progress is, it is also very slow. In the meanwhile, I fear you will have to wait.
Disclaimer: I owns everything! No, Bad Femme, Bad Femme! *beats herself up with a printer* I owns nothing.
It was a beautiful midwinter day in Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. And still not everything was right. There was a certain tingle of magic in the air that usually did not dwell within the castle walls. Something more than what escaped from the wands and potions of inexperienced students. Not many of the teachers would have sensed it. Albus Dumbledore was absent, taking care of his errands outside Hogwarts, but should he have been there, he would verily have noticed it. But there were some, like Severus Snape, the school's Potions master, Minerva McGonagall, the transfiguration teacher, Remus Lupin, the Defence Against Dark Arts teacher, and Sirius Black, the protégé that had taken refuge within the school grounds, who sensed it. Severus because of the sixth sense in magic he'd developed during the time he served as one of Lord Voldemort Death Eaters. Sirius and Minerva due to their animagus backgrounds and Remus to the fact of him being a werewolf. Harry Potter, the famous Boy-Who-Lived, didn't seem to have sensed anything, as the foursome figured that he would have probably told everyone else of their number but Severus. Perhaps if he was too afraid to spread it around, only to Remus and Sirius, or to Sirius at the very least.
This brought them to the conclusion that it was not magic spell or curse cast by dark wizards, let alone, Voldemort. Even so, they felt they were far from safe as long as that tingle would not go away. So they would discuss it everywhere two would meet; In the hallways, during meals, and would even occasionally interrupt each other's classes whenever they felt like. Things were getting quite complicated, as there were various regrettable incidents in charms classes, such as Accio spells turning into Crucios for no apparent reason. In Potions class ingredients kept disappearing and cauldrons kept blowing up or turning into most interesting things much more often than was usual and acceptable, especially as there wasn't supposed to be any way one could make an explosive potion out of a simple cleaner potion's ingredients (a Long bottom-tested fact), but several explosions occurred even during their making. Transfiguration was no longer safe, as the cast spells tend to hit just about anything they shouldn't have, regardless to where the wand was pointed. They decided direct action was in order. The only remaining problem was that no one knew exactly what to do.
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It might be so that Harry Potter did not sense anything, but it took a lot less than his scar or a sixth sense of some kind to tell something was wrong. First of all, there was the increasing amount of these weird incidents during classes. Second of all, there was Snape who hadn't taken a single point from Gryffindor ever since it all started. Third, there were these sudden familiar terms Sirius, professor Lupin, professor McGonagall and Snape seemed to have with each other. One could rarely be seen without the others and they were interrupting each other's classes without hesitation and the one teaching wouldn't seem to mind at all. Even Snape wouldn't explode like one of the cauldrons should one of the three others storm in while he was patching up whatever had exploded. He would merely ask to be excused and leave the classroom with the other. That's why Harry was sure there was something wrong. It wasn't normal from any of them.
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It was a very normal class, given the circumstances, in the Defence Against Dark Arts. Professor Lupin had refused to give them any actual situations, fearing that the dark arts would be too dangerous to face with students, as nobody had absolutely no idea what they would have to expect from the test subjects, including Lupin himself, so they were reading theory. Suddenly the doors to the classroom burst open with a bang. The students turned around to see professor Snape, who had probably just broken the record of how pale one could get, as his face looked perfectly white.
"Remus, I believe you should see this", he said, breathless from running. That was yet another weird thing. Snape was always practically running around the hallways, but never before had the students seen him breathless. Professor Lupin nearly stumbled over the feet of his desk and rushed to the doorway.
"Do Miner-",
"Sirius knows and he left to alert Minerva. They were to fetch Samantha and Hannah as well.", Snape had cut him off, but Lupin didn't seem to care. Suddenly Harry realized they had been calling each other by their first names. This would certainly need some investigations, so to speak.
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Remus followed Severus around the corridors, when they finally came to halt as they met Sirius, Minerva, Hannah Hooch and Samantha Sprout. They were observing something, but turned at the arriving men and they wore very different, yet undeniably similar impressions on their faces.
"You two finally came", Minerva almost whispered. The half-circle they had formed opened just enough for Remus to see a small, fuzzy cloud which was hovering a few feet above the ground. It was something one would find hard not to stare at.
"What do you think we should do?" Hannah asked,
"I have never seen anything like it before", Minerva said, "Who knows what would become of it if tampered with?" she raised her gaze to Severus, who shook his head.
"I told you in the beginning; It is not Dark Arts as far as I'm concerned."
"I don't reckon it is any kind of controlled magic", Remus said, "In fact, I think it might be wild magic." Everybody turned to him. That's when Samantha started to speak;
"Let's just say it is wild magic. How did it get here? I mean, the wards around the school are supposed to prevent such incidents."
"Perhaps it never came trough the wards", Severus muttered, "It is rumoured that the four founders of Hogwarts were buried somewhere within the castle walls."
"But That's just a legend!" objected Hannah
"So was the Chamber of Secrets", Severus reminded her. This caused an awkward silence among them. Finally, Sirius encouraged himself to speak;
"But we can't just let it stay here!" he said.
"You're right", Minerva agreed, "But how will we get rid of it?" she asked, gesturing helplessly with her hands.
They didn't need to worry about it for long, as the small cloud suddenly moved. It expanded and stormed trough them, throwing everyone into the floor. They got up, feeling a bit dizzy, but otherwise just fine. No visible changes whatsoever. Still they felt like they wanted to cancel their classes for the rest of the day.
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So that's the first chapter. And the cloud of wild magic did do something to them they will find out in the next chapter.
A/N: I am aware of the fact that maybe some of you are awaiting the next chapter of 'Apology', and trust me, I'm working on it. However, however undeniable the progress is, it is also very slow. In the meanwhile, I fear you will have to wait.
Disclaimer: I owns everything! No, Bad Femme, Bad Femme! *beats herself up with a printer* I owns nothing.
It was a beautiful midwinter day in Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. And still not everything was right. There was a certain tingle of magic in the air that usually did not dwell within the castle walls. Something more than what escaped from the wands and potions of inexperienced students. Not many of the teachers would have sensed it. Albus Dumbledore was absent, taking care of his errands outside Hogwarts, but should he have been there, he would verily have noticed it. But there were some, like Severus Snape, the school's Potions master, Minerva McGonagall, the transfiguration teacher, Remus Lupin, the Defence Against Dark Arts teacher, and Sirius Black, the protégé that had taken refuge within the school grounds, who sensed it. Severus because of the sixth sense in magic he'd developed during the time he served as one of Lord Voldemort Death Eaters. Sirius and Minerva due to their animagus backgrounds and Remus to the fact of him being a werewolf. Harry Potter, the famous Boy-Who-Lived, didn't seem to have sensed anything, as the foursome figured that he would have probably told everyone else of their number but Severus. Perhaps if he was too afraid to spread it around, only to Remus and Sirius, or to Sirius at the very least.
This brought them to the conclusion that it was not magic spell or curse cast by dark wizards, let alone, Voldemort. Even so, they felt they were far from safe as long as that tingle would not go away. So they would discuss it everywhere two would meet; In the hallways, during meals, and would even occasionally interrupt each other's classes whenever they felt like. Things were getting quite complicated, as there were various regrettable incidents in charms classes, such as Accio spells turning into Crucios for no apparent reason. In Potions class ingredients kept disappearing and cauldrons kept blowing up or turning into most interesting things much more often than was usual and acceptable, especially as there wasn't supposed to be any way one could make an explosive potion out of a simple cleaner potion's ingredients (a Long bottom-tested fact), but several explosions occurred even during their making. Transfiguration was no longer safe, as the cast spells tend to hit just about anything they shouldn't have, regardless to where the wand was pointed. They decided direct action was in order. The only remaining problem was that no one knew exactly what to do.
---
It might be so that Harry Potter did not sense anything, but it took a lot less than his scar or a sixth sense of some kind to tell something was wrong. First of all, there was the increasing amount of these weird incidents during classes. Second of all, there was Snape who hadn't taken a single point from Gryffindor ever since it all started. Third, there were these sudden familiar terms Sirius, professor Lupin, professor McGonagall and Snape seemed to have with each other. One could rarely be seen without the others and they were interrupting each other's classes without hesitation and the one teaching wouldn't seem to mind at all. Even Snape wouldn't explode like one of the cauldrons should one of the three others storm in while he was patching up whatever had exploded. He would merely ask to be excused and leave the classroom with the other. That's why Harry was sure there was something wrong. It wasn't normal from any of them.
---
It was a very normal class, given the circumstances, in the Defence Against Dark Arts. Professor Lupin had refused to give them any actual situations, fearing that the dark arts would be too dangerous to face with students, as nobody had absolutely no idea what they would have to expect from the test subjects, including Lupin himself, so they were reading theory. Suddenly the doors to the classroom burst open with a bang. The students turned around to see professor Snape, who had probably just broken the record of how pale one could get, as his face looked perfectly white.
"Remus, I believe you should see this", he said, breathless from running. That was yet another weird thing. Snape was always practically running around the hallways, but never before had the students seen him breathless. Professor Lupin nearly stumbled over the feet of his desk and rushed to the doorway.
"Do Miner-",
"Sirius knows and he left to alert Minerva. They were to fetch Samantha and Hannah as well.", Snape had cut him off, but Lupin didn't seem to care. Suddenly Harry realized they had been calling each other by their first names. This would certainly need some investigations, so to speak.
---
Remus followed Severus around the corridors, when they finally came to halt as they met Sirius, Minerva, Hannah Hooch and Samantha Sprout. They were observing something, but turned at the arriving men and they wore very different, yet undeniably similar impressions on their faces.
"You two finally came", Minerva almost whispered. The half-circle they had formed opened just enough for Remus to see a small, fuzzy cloud which was hovering a few feet above the ground. It was something one would find hard not to stare at.
"What do you think we should do?" Hannah asked,
"I have never seen anything like it before", Minerva said, "Who knows what would become of it if tampered with?" she raised her gaze to Severus, who shook his head.
"I told you in the beginning; It is not Dark Arts as far as I'm concerned."
"I don't reckon it is any kind of controlled magic", Remus said, "In fact, I think it might be wild magic." Everybody turned to him. That's when Samantha started to speak;
"Let's just say it is wild magic. How did it get here? I mean, the wards around the school are supposed to prevent such incidents."
"Perhaps it never came trough the wards", Severus muttered, "It is rumoured that the four founders of Hogwarts were buried somewhere within the castle walls."
"But That's just a legend!" objected Hannah
"So was the Chamber of Secrets", Severus reminded her. This caused an awkward silence among them. Finally, Sirius encouraged himself to speak;
"But we can't just let it stay here!" he said.
"You're right", Minerva agreed, "But how will we get rid of it?" she asked, gesturing helplessly with her hands.
They didn't need to worry about it for long, as the small cloud suddenly moved. It expanded and stormed trough them, throwing everyone into the floor. They got up, feeling a bit dizzy, but otherwise just fine. No visible changes whatsoever. Still they felt like they wanted to cancel their classes for the rest of the day.
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So that's the first chapter. And the cloud of wild magic did do something to them they will find out in the next chapter.