I really should have been putting disclaimers on my other pages, but I plum
forgot, SORRY!!! I have already written a large portion of this story, and I'm
almost done with a really cool illustration that I might link, if the story gets popular and what not. Please R and R, otherwise I wont bother with posting the next 10 chapters.. ^_^ Well anyway, these characters aren't mine, besides a select few. I actually did research for this story too, most isn't made up!!! Well, happy reading!
Fangirl
The next day was Tuesday, and there were no classes. Hermione busied
herself, making an appointment to give Dumbledore her letter, and Ron wanted to
ask Professor Sprout about growing siren flowers for Lavender. Harry was just
plain bored. No Quidditch today, the storm was just far too bad outside.
A tiny little man looked out from a room and called out to Harry. It was
Professor Flitwick. Flitwick was Harry's Charms teacher.
"Harry, I was just giving a demonstration, would you care to join us?"
`What the heck,' thought Harry, eager to do anything interesting. What was
Flitwick doing teaching when classes were cancelled?
"Sure," said Harry, stepping into the talisman filled classroom. Harry
remembered the drill from the last time he had Charms, and spun around once
when he accidentally stepped on Flitwick's lucky Persian rug. It was rumored that it was a retired flying carpet.
Sitting in a soft chair with a poof was En Winters, the girl he had seen
earlier.
"Oh hi Harry," she said, with her hands sitting neatly in her lap. Harry was
sure to get a better look at her this time. She was about as tall as he was, with long slender legs that she had folded underneath her. Yellow haphazard bangs framed her face. Even in the sullen light of Flitwick's classroom, her sapphire eyes sparkled.
"Harry," began Flitwick, "I was just trying to give Miss Winters a hearty
Charms analysis. I want you to help me." Professor Flitwick smiled humbly, and
took a seat. "Miss Winters, what is your birthday?"
En looked a bit lost for a second then an idea lit her eyes. She took out a card
from a pouch under her jacket.
"July 8th," she read.
Flitwick looked over at Harry, "Now Harry, what can you firstly tell us
about En?"
Harry thought for a moment. "She is a Cancer?"
"Precisely." Beamed Flitwick. "It means she is very a very feminine creature,
ruled by emotions."
Harry thought, `feminine. You're telling me!'
"Your lucky stone is moonstone. Your birthstone is ruby. And I would advise
you to wear some cat's eye on you at all times." Flitwick remarked easily.
En jotted all of this information on a notepad.
"Saturday is your luckiest day," said the Professor, "even though it was thought to be Saturn's day, which is not the luckiest of planets for the youth. Ur uh- you said that you were born on the 8th?" he tutted and En looked a bit alarmed.
She nodded and jotted something more down. Harry observed them both
closely.
"According to Grafton's Manual, published in 1565, July 8th, is one of the unlucky days. Not to worry though, it was unclear if he meant the day to be unlucky for that year, or tabooed for all time." Flitwick rubbed his eyes and continued, "The number eight itself is of unknown power. It is another emblem of Saturn."
En smiled meekly and shrugged her shoulders at Harry.
"Harry, based on what you know about Cancers, what do you think would be
her favorite color?"
"Uh. Green?"
Harry and Prof. Flitwick looked over to En at the same time.
En nodded slowly and said, "Green is right."
"Green is lucky only for Cancers."
En nodded again, not sure of what to think.
Flitwick smiled and thanked Harry for his participation
"See you around Harry," said En as he walked out of the room to go into the
great hall for lunch.
Harry gave a long look back and nodded; when he walked out he spun once
again, after stepping on the rug.
Harry met Ron and Hermione where they usually did for lunch. "Remind me never to let Professor Flitwick to tell me about what is unlucky and lucky for me."
Ron let out a confused laugh, "Is that where you've been all morning? With
Flitwick?"
Hermione pushed the food around on her plate.
"He was informing En about her lucky stars and what-not."
"Who's En?" questioned Hermione, suddenly interested, "some new love
interest maybe?"
That word again. Maybe it was cabin fever.
"She's a girl that I met the day you were at Hogsmeade, she was talking to
Hagrid."
Ron seemed uninterested, "Sprout was thrilled to be helping me grow some siren flowers. She said she would have been thrilled to receive some when she was younger."
Hermione took a large bite out a hot pastrami sandwich. "Y'know Harry,
Yule ball is coming up, who were you going to ask?"
Harry had been trying to avoid talking about himself and the Yule Ball, he
looked around anxiously.
"Parvati again?" Suggested Ron, who then let an innocent laugh out that set
Hermione into laughing as well. Ron rubbed his nose carelessly, "You could always ask my sister," this made them all laugh a little more.
Ron's sister Ginny had a big crush on Harry. Almost everyone knew about it, and whenever Ginny got near him she would accidentally knock something over
and turn bright red.
Harry shook his head, "I don't know whom I will take." He looked over at
the Ravenclaw girl, Cho Chang. She was the seeker for the Ravenclaw Quidditch
team. And was she pretty!
Just then, an owl flew into the hall and dropped a letter in front of Harry.
Harry watched the bird fly away from the table and out the window, then turned his attention to the letter itself. It was unlabelled and certainly didn't look fresh and clean.
"Who's it from Harry?" asked Seamus Finningan, who was sitting two seats
to his left.
"Dunno," stated Harry, tearing it open.
Dear Harry,
How is the winter treating you? I heard that you were in the infirmary,
been there plenty myself. Hope you're feeling well. I'm alright myself, and I was wondering if you would like to take a small trip with Sirius and I during the winter holiday. We're planning on visiting France to see the Cirque Ammorette. It's a great show that only comes around once every decade or so. The Marauders went to see it when we were at Hogwarts. (Mind you we didn't have much in the ways of permission) It was a great time. Well get back to me soon, the break comes faster than you'd think!
Fast Replies,
Remus Lupin
"It's from Professor Lupin!" exclaimed Harry; "he's inviting me to go on a
trip with him and my- ur- his friend to go see the Cirque Ammorette."
Lee Jordan's eyes went wide, "In France!? That is only the coolest thing this
year!"
"My parents saw it when they were young, and they still talk about it,"
commented Parvati.
"What is it exactly?" asked Hermione.
Ron went buggy, "It's only the best wizarding show ever! Once they made an entire section of seats disappear, and the people who went in them were treated to free ice cream in Ontario!"
"I heard that they have all sorts of rare beasts who perform amazing tricks, Cornish dragons, harpies and a gigantic wolf," added Neville, speaking a bit quietly, but excited non-the-less.
Harry was pleased and put the letter under his robes. He completely forgot
about the Yule Ball, and so did everyone else for that matter.
***
Wormtail readied their gear, four large duffel bags. The other three were making sure that the plans went well. It was their 6th year at Hogwarts, and they ruled the school.
Moony, an average sized boy with light brown hair frowned down at a map
that the group had been constructing. The map eventually was supposed to show all of the passageways around Hogwarts, and who was where, but it was far from being finished. As of now, you had to specify who you wanted to find, and say a spell.
Moony pulled out his wand, "Show us Severus! Exposo!"
A figure marked "Severus Snape," was shown in the Slytherin common
room.
"Good," remarked Prongs impatiently, "Lousy git, always following us
around trying to get us in trouble."
"Were all ready," said Wormtail, who was far shorter than the rest of the
Marauders.
Padfoot swept his black hair behind his ears, it was growing too long, and his
mother would make him cut it when he visited. Which could be soon if they were
expelled during this little trip of theirs.
The boys grabbed their bags and a handful of floo powder that they had been
saving.
"I hope this works," remarked Prongs, scratching his cheek with his
shoulder. "I guess if it doesn't we could always try Apparating. Eh, Padfoot?"
The group sniggered, and Padfoot rolled his dark eyes. Padfoot hadn't
passed his Apparating test yet, next week would be his 4th time trying.
They snuck into the empty potions class and used the fireplace that was in
there. One by one they each stepped into the fireplace and threw the floo power
down, yelling, "Aello Strip!"
The boys landed in a well-cleaned fireplace; actually.it was a fireplace
store. They straightened their ties, (they had decided on a dress code to make them seem to have permission) and picked up their bags.
Wormtail was excited and followed behind the other three Marauders,
looking about at the shiny new cauldrons for sale. They exited the store and went onto the street.
"The Cirque is just around the corner," said Prongs.
"I just wish that they could hold it in London for once. Madrid just isn't
close enough," whined Moony.
Padfoot thumped Moony on the head, "Quiet you, remember we aren't
trying to attract attention to ourselves."
The boys walked down the Aello Strip past the infamous Tienda Magica, a
gigantic supply store that sold things in bulk, making the prices much cheaper.
"We'll have to stop there on the way out, if we have any money that is,"
Wormtail said.
Prongs prodded Wormtail, "You have the tickets?"
Wormtail flashed them at the group.
"Good," remarked Moony, "they were hell to get, and we wouldn't have
wanted to risk expulsion for a trip to Spain."
"Tell us again about the guy you got them from," asked Prongs.
Moony nodded, " Well Rubeus and I were out at Hogsmeade drinking
Butterbeer, while you three had detention for turning Severus' hair pink on photo day."
Wormtail and Prongs cracked up, "He deserved it too, that bug! And when
Professor Binns had him take off his hat. oh, that was priceless!"
Moony continued, "Well anyhoo, we were gambling away our money, until this old wizard came in. He looked about 60 or so. Aged terribly, like a stinky prune I'd say-"
"Was it Snape's mom?" bellowed Padfoot, setting them all off into a spurt of
laughter.
Moony got them walking again, and cleared his throat, "Ahem, anyway, so
this guy bets and bets. and keeps losing. Finally, he puts out a set of tickets on the board. He almost won actually. Hagrid was bluffing and I had a nice hand. I won them fair and square. Least as fair and square as underage gambling can be."
Prongs pointed to the arena, "We're almost there! This is going to be so
cool!"
The arena itself looked ancient, it must have taken hundreds of
enchantments to hide it from those muggles. It was made out of stone, and white
banners hung down from the top in great sheets. A pink-cheeked man with a mustache took their tickets.
"Boletos," he said, confusing everyone but Padfoot.
They handed him their tickets, which weren't too bad actually, and they entered the arena. They took their seats and the lights dimmed. The circus started with a funny French skit. They didn't understand a word but it was funny anyways. The circus lasted for hours and every bit was a treasure in their memory. From dancing snakes, to animagi Veela who did acrobats. In all it was the best trip they had ever been on.
"I wish Lil' could have been here with me," said Prongs after the show. "She
would have loves that lightning show."
Wormtail sniggered, "You always had a such a soft spot for her," he made
kissy faces and Prongs knocked him in the head.
"Knock it off you two," Padfoot hissed, "We have company."
On the other side of the street was one of the most sought after young men at
Hogwarts. The evil, and conniving, Lucuis Malfoy. Of course his parents could afford and expedition such as this, and bribe the teachers to let him go during
school. His blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail with a bow. The girls went wild for that.
Padfoot led the group slowly back into the crowd. Narrowly being seen
after someone yelped loudly, as Moony stepped on their feet. Half the crowd turned to look. They made it back to the fireplace store just before it closed. The floo powder worked flawlessly and the Marauders had yet another successful mission. They made room curfew by minutes. And went to sleep dreaming of Veelas and Unicorns and Amarok the giant wolf.
forgot, SORRY!!! I have already written a large portion of this story, and I'm
almost done with a really cool illustration that I might link, if the story gets popular and what not. Please R and R, otherwise I wont bother with posting the next 10 chapters.. ^_^ Well anyway, these characters aren't mine, besides a select few. I actually did research for this story too, most isn't made up!!! Well, happy reading!
Fangirl
The next day was Tuesday, and there were no classes. Hermione busied
herself, making an appointment to give Dumbledore her letter, and Ron wanted to
ask Professor Sprout about growing siren flowers for Lavender. Harry was just
plain bored. No Quidditch today, the storm was just far too bad outside.
A tiny little man looked out from a room and called out to Harry. It was
Professor Flitwick. Flitwick was Harry's Charms teacher.
"Harry, I was just giving a demonstration, would you care to join us?"
`What the heck,' thought Harry, eager to do anything interesting. What was
Flitwick doing teaching when classes were cancelled?
"Sure," said Harry, stepping into the talisman filled classroom. Harry
remembered the drill from the last time he had Charms, and spun around once
when he accidentally stepped on Flitwick's lucky Persian rug. It was rumored that it was a retired flying carpet.
Sitting in a soft chair with a poof was En Winters, the girl he had seen
earlier.
"Oh hi Harry," she said, with her hands sitting neatly in her lap. Harry was
sure to get a better look at her this time. She was about as tall as he was, with long slender legs that she had folded underneath her. Yellow haphazard bangs framed her face. Even in the sullen light of Flitwick's classroom, her sapphire eyes sparkled.
"Harry," began Flitwick, "I was just trying to give Miss Winters a hearty
Charms analysis. I want you to help me." Professor Flitwick smiled humbly, and
took a seat. "Miss Winters, what is your birthday?"
En looked a bit lost for a second then an idea lit her eyes. She took out a card
from a pouch under her jacket.
"July 8th," she read.
Flitwick looked over at Harry, "Now Harry, what can you firstly tell us
about En?"
Harry thought for a moment. "She is a Cancer?"
"Precisely." Beamed Flitwick. "It means she is very a very feminine creature,
ruled by emotions."
Harry thought, `feminine. You're telling me!'
"Your lucky stone is moonstone. Your birthstone is ruby. And I would advise
you to wear some cat's eye on you at all times." Flitwick remarked easily.
En jotted all of this information on a notepad.
"Saturday is your luckiest day," said the Professor, "even though it was thought to be Saturn's day, which is not the luckiest of planets for the youth. Ur uh- you said that you were born on the 8th?" he tutted and En looked a bit alarmed.
She nodded and jotted something more down. Harry observed them both
closely.
"According to Grafton's Manual, published in 1565, July 8th, is one of the unlucky days. Not to worry though, it was unclear if he meant the day to be unlucky for that year, or tabooed for all time." Flitwick rubbed his eyes and continued, "The number eight itself is of unknown power. It is another emblem of Saturn."
En smiled meekly and shrugged her shoulders at Harry.
"Harry, based on what you know about Cancers, what do you think would be
her favorite color?"
"Uh. Green?"
Harry and Prof. Flitwick looked over to En at the same time.
En nodded slowly and said, "Green is right."
"Green is lucky only for Cancers."
En nodded again, not sure of what to think.
Flitwick smiled and thanked Harry for his participation
"See you around Harry," said En as he walked out of the room to go into the
great hall for lunch.
Harry gave a long look back and nodded; when he walked out he spun once
again, after stepping on the rug.
Harry met Ron and Hermione where they usually did for lunch. "Remind me never to let Professor Flitwick to tell me about what is unlucky and lucky for me."
Ron let out a confused laugh, "Is that where you've been all morning? With
Flitwick?"
Hermione pushed the food around on her plate.
"He was informing En about her lucky stars and what-not."
"Who's En?" questioned Hermione, suddenly interested, "some new love
interest maybe?"
That word again. Maybe it was cabin fever.
"She's a girl that I met the day you were at Hogsmeade, she was talking to
Hagrid."
Ron seemed uninterested, "Sprout was thrilled to be helping me grow some siren flowers. She said she would have been thrilled to receive some when she was younger."
Hermione took a large bite out a hot pastrami sandwich. "Y'know Harry,
Yule ball is coming up, who were you going to ask?"
Harry had been trying to avoid talking about himself and the Yule Ball, he
looked around anxiously.
"Parvati again?" Suggested Ron, who then let an innocent laugh out that set
Hermione into laughing as well. Ron rubbed his nose carelessly, "You could always ask my sister," this made them all laugh a little more.
Ron's sister Ginny had a big crush on Harry. Almost everyone knew about it, and whenever Ginny got near him she would accidentally knock something over
and turn bright red.
Harry shook his head, "I don't know whom I will take." He looked over at
the Ravenclaw girl, Cho Chang. She was the seeker for the Ravenclaw Quidditch
team. And was she pretty!
Just then, an owl flew into the hall and dropped a letter in front of Harry.
Harry watched the bird fly away from the table and out the window, then turned his attention to the letter itself. It was unlabelled and certainly didn't look fresh and clean.
"Who's it from Harry?" asked Seamus Finningan, who was sitting two seats
to his left.
"Dunno," stated Harry, tearing it open.
Dear Harry,
How is the winter treating you? I heard that you were in the infirmary,
been there plenty myself. Hope you're feeling well. I'm alright myself, and I was wondering if you would like to take a small trip with Sirius and I during the winter holiday. We're planning on visiting France to see the Cirque Ammorette. It's a great show that only comes around once every decade or so. The Marauders went to see it when we were at Hogwarts. (Mind you we didn't have much in the ways of permission) It was a great time. Well get back to me soon, the break comes faster than you'd think!
Fast Replies,
Remus Lupin
"It's from Professor Lupin!" exclaimed Harry; "he's inviting me to go on a
trip with him and my- ur- his friend to go see the Cirque Ammorette."
Lee Jordan's eyes went wide, "In France!? That is only the coolest thing this
year!"
"My parents saw it when they were young, and they still talk about it,"
commented Parvati.
"What is it exactly?" asked Hermione.
Ron went buggy, "It's only the best wizarding show ever! Once they made an entire section of seats disappear, and the people who went in them were treated to free ice cream in Ontario!"
"I heard that they have all sorts of rare beasts who perform amazing tricks, Cornish dragons, harpies and a gigantic wolf," added Neville, speaking a bit quietly, but excited non-the-less.
Harry was pleased and put the letter under his robes. He completely forgot
about the Yule Ball, and so did everyone else for that matter.
***
Wormtail readied their gear, four large duffel bags. The other three were making sure that the plans went well. It was their 6th year at Hogwarts, and they ruled the school.
Moony, an average sized boy with light brown hair frowned down at a map
that the group had been constructing. The map eventually was supposed to show all of the passageways around Hogwarts, and who was where, but it was far from being finished. As of now, you had to specify who you wanted to find, and say a spell.
Moony pulled out his wand, "Show us Severus! Exposo!"
A figure marked "Severus Snape," was shown in the Slytherin common
room.
"Good," remarked Prongs impatiently, "Lousy git, always following us
around trying to get us in trouble."
"Were all ready," said Wormtail, who was far shorter than the rest of the
Marauders.
Padfoot swept his black hair behind his ears, it was growing too long, and his
mother would make him cut it when he visited. Which could be soon if they were
expelled during this little trip of theirs.
The boys grabbed their bags and a handful of floo powder that they had been
saving.
"I hope this works," remarked Prongs, scratching his cheek with his
shoulder. "I guess if it doesn't we could always try Apparating. Eh, Padfoot?"
The group sniggered, and Padfoot rolled his dark eyes. Padfoot hadn't
passed his Apparating test yet, next week would be his 4th time trying.
They snuck into the empty potions class and used the fireplace that was in
there. One by one they each stepped into the fireplace and threw the floo power
down, yelling, "Aello Strip!"
The boys landed in a well-cleaned fireplace; actually.it was a fireplace
store. They straightened their ties, (they had decided on a dress code to make them seem to have permission) and picked up their bags.
Wormtail was excited and followed behind the other three Marauders,
looking about at the shiny new cauldrons for sale. They exited the store and went onto the street.
"The Cirque is just around the corner," said Prongs.
"I just wish that they could hold it in London for once. Madrid just isn't
close enough," whined Moony.
Padfoot thumped Moony on the head, "Quiet you, remember we aren't
trying to attract attention to ourselves."
The boys walked down the Aello Strip past the infamous Tienda Magica, a
gigantic supply store that sold things in bulk, making the prices much cheaper.
"We'll have to stop there on the way out, if we have any money that is,"
Wormtail said.
Prongs prodded Wormtail, "You have the tickets?"
Wormtail flashed them at the group.
"Good," remarked Moony, "they were hell to get, and we wouldn't have
wanted to risk expulsion for a trip to Spain."
"Tell us again about the guy you got them from," asked Prongs.
Moony nodded, " Well Rubeus and I were out at Hogsmeade drinking
Butterbeer, while you three had detention for turning Severus' hair pink on photo day."
Wormtail and Prongs cracked up, "He deserved it too, that bug! And when
Professor Binns had him take off his hat. oh, that was priceless!"
Moony continued, "Well anyhoo, we were gambling away our money, until this old wizard came in. He looked about 60 or so. Aged terribly, like a stinky prune I'd say-"
"Was it Snape's mom?" bellowed Padfoot, setting them all off into a spurt of
laughter.
Moony got them walking again, and cleared his throat, "Ahem, anyway, so
this guy bets and bets. and keeps losing. Finally, he puts out a set of tickets on the board. He almost won actually. Hagrid was bluffing and I had a nice hand. I won them fair and square. Least as fair and square as underage gambling can be."
Prongs pointed to the arena, "We're almost there! This is going to be so
cool!"
The arena itself looked ancient, it must have taken hundreds of
enchantments to hide it from those muggles. It was made out of stone, and white
banners hung down from the top in great sheets. A pink-cheeked man with a mustache took their tickets.
"Boletos," he said, confusing everyone but Padfoot.
They handed him their tickets, which weren't too bad actually, and they entered the arena. They took their seats and the lights dimmed. The circus started with a funny French skit. They didn't understand a word but it was funny anyways. The circus lasted for hours and every bit was a treasure in their memory. From dancing snakes, to animagi Veela who did acrobats. In all it was the best trip they had ever been on.
"I wish Lil' could have been here with me," said Prongs after the show. "She
would have loves that lightning show."
Wormtail sniggered, "You always had a such a soft spot for her," he made
kissy faces and Prongs knocked him in the head.
"Knock it off you two," Padfoot hissed, "We have company."
On the other side of the street was one of the most sought after young men at
Hogwarts. The evil, and conniving, Lucuis Malfoy. Of course his parents could afford and expedition such as this, and bribe the teachers to let him go during
school. His blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail with a bow. The girls went wild for that.
Padfoot led the group slowly back into the crowd. Narrowly being seen
after someone yelped loudly, as Moony stepped on their feet. Half the crowd turned to look. They made it back to the fireplace store just before it closed. The floo powder worked flawlessly and the Marauders had yet another successful mission. They made room curfew by minutes. And went to sleep dreaming of Veelas and Unicorns and Amarok the giant wolf.