Hey ch4 is up, I don't know if anyone has actually read this, but the fun stuff
is just beginning! I have TONS researched and planned, and a whole bunch more
already written, so please R & R!!!
Thanks. the previous disclosure applies as usual.. Thank JKR
Fangirl
****
Harry had Herbology with Professor Sprout the following day. Ron had been
trying desperately to try and get Lavender's attention, and in the process of an
extremely lengthy preparation for Herbology, Ron had managed to spill about « of
a bottle of fruity cologne on Harry. They were practically late already, so they
hoped that in the greenhouses nobody would notice much anyways. Hermione had
left minutes before, always punctual.
"Greenhouse # 2 today students," instructed her Herbology class eagerly.
"We'll be learning about the practical benefit of growing health foods at your
houses."
She led the class into the greenhouse, and they observed a tray of an apple,
an orange and a persimmon.
"Now, who's had a power fruit before?" she asked.
Four hands rose into the air.
"Good," she said blankly, "can anyone tell me their most obvious use?"
Hermione's hand never faltered in the air.
"Miss Granger?"
"Power fruits can be used to temporarily boost or regain strength after
physical exercise."
"Good, 5 points to Gryffindor, now know that power fruits do not restore
magical drainage, only physical energy-"
She was cut off as a large banging noise was heard in the next room.
"Oh darn it! Not those Apple-Smellers again!" She stormed angrily into the
next room.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other questioningly.
"Apple-Smellers?" asked Harry curiously.
The class stood anxiously as Professor slowly brought out a curious looking
person from the other room. She held by a pointy ear, a small looking person, about
5 feet tall, but obviously full-grown. She was gorgeous, with shiny brown hair and
sharp eyes that were darting around nervously. The only problem was, she had no
mouth!
"This is an Apple-Smeller," began Professor Sprout, "and because of the
poor weather, I keep catching her sneaking in here."
The creature made no sound, as she probably couldn't, and she was clad in a
simple cloth with a built in scarf. She had no shoes, and her rough callused feet
were brown and a bit purple from the cold.
"She didn't migrate for some reason, so now she's forced to come in here and
feed," said Sprout with a pout.
"FEED?" scoffed Malfoy, who obviously disapproved of such a creature
roaming about. "It hasn't got a bloody mouth!"
"She feeds by sniffing pleasant aromas, they were named because their
favorite thing to smell are apples. Their noses are so sensitive that an unpleasant
smell can injure or even kill an Apple-Smeller. I'd better set this one outside and ask
if Dumbledore will permit her to stay until spring."
"You can't just let it roam around all over Hogwarts as it pleases!" snarled a
very perturbed Malfoy.
"What are you suggesting Malfoy?" Hermione scorned with a frown.
Malfoy pulled out his wand, "I can get rid of her if you're too squeamish."
He grinned and approached a very startled Professor Sprout.
Sprout and Neville fainted at the very same time. Neville took down the
power fruits with his fall and squished the whole lot of `em.
Hermione was furious. "How dare you scare her like that! Put your wand
away you fool!" She lunged for him, but he was a step ahead on him.
The Apple-Smeller was trying to edge away, but the room was filled with
students. She looked rather frightened. Her sharp eyes grew large and watery.
Half the class was too shocked to move, the other half struggled to make their
way through the crowd or shouted obscenities of sorts at Malfoy. Crabb and Goyle
blocked the way, "inadvertently."
"Leave her alone Malfoy," Harry said sternly, putting his hands on the table
before them.
"No way am I going to let something just sneak around here!" He said
defiantly with his wand drawn.
"More like, `no way am I going to get detention for just scaring a teacher,'"
Ron hissed. He was busy trying to move Neville from the way and scraping dirt
covered fruits off of the ground.
Malfoy bit his lip and the charged, "Putridicus!" he yelled, and a yellow
foggy gas slowly exuded from his wand.
Harry had already started climbing over table as he charged. He jumped in
front of the Apple-Smeller, who had buried her face quickly into Harry's perfumed
cloak.
Malfoy was startled at least, and gaped for a moment.
Harry whipped his wand out quickly counterattacking, "Silencioso!"
A thin wind zoomed to Malfoy and covered his mouth, growing a thin layer
of skin over his mouth. He immediately covered his mouth and screamed a faint
muffled, throaty scream. His eyes were far wider than the Apple-Smeller's had
been.
Sprout had roused by then, and with sleepy eyes, she said, "Hermione,
Seamus, can you get Mr. Malfoy to Madam Pomfrey before he hyper-ventilates?"
They nodded and assisted the very pink-looking Malfoy, (who had been
breathing very quickly and panicked from his nose) out hastily. They were almost
dragging him.
Professor Sprout shook her head and walked dizzily over to Harry and the
Apple-Smeller. She then looked over at the rest of that class, "You're dismissed."
The class reluctantly left and no doubt the story would be known all over
Hogwarts in ten minutes.
The Apple-Smeller was still clinging desperately to Harry's cloak, and the
three of them walked into the other room. The other room was much larger than
expected. Enchanted no less. A dozen or so large trees were grown there, all bustling
with fruit. He saw some ladders knocked over. She hugged Harry tighter, almost
painfully, quite frightened.
Sprout rubbed her head, "Apple-Smellers are endangered and quite
harmless. The Ministry for the Care of Endangered Races will be all over this one
I'm certain. No one knows how intelligent they are, it's extremely difficult to
communicate with them. Not only because they lack a mouth, but also because they
are very secretive."
The Apple-Smeller had calmed down, and had loosened her grin on Harry
slightly, who still hadn't said much.
He cleared his throat, "Uh, Professor Sprout, will I-" he began.
"Of course not Harry," Sprout chuckled nervously, "You wont get in trouble,
I'll make sure of it. It was quite a fitting punishment, actually. Very ironic. I bet he
regretted it a bunch when all he could do was breathe those disgusting fumes that he
himself had made. Now that I think of it, the Ministry may even give the school
some funding to specially house this Apple-Smeller after this incident." She frowned
slightly, "Too much of a hassle if you ask me." She turned her attention to the now
less frightened Apple-Smeller. She bowed slightly, "I hope that we have not caused
you too much disrespect gentle person."
The Apple-Smeller, cautiously took a half step away from behind Harry, still
clutching his coat in one hand. She bowed carefully. She lifted her eyebrows in
worry, pointed a finger and drew in invisible tear down her face. She then wiped it
away with a smile. She turned her attention to Harry, and moved around to the
front of him.
Harry blinked back curiously, mouth slightly agape.
She straightened Harry's glasses upon his face and drew so near that Harry
flushed pink quickly. Still clenching his clothes in one hand, she grabbed his hand
and pushed something into it. She took one last sniff of Harry. (In which she seemed
to be smelling more of him, rather than his coat. ) She smirked and then sprang
away, climbing a tree and jumping out of an open window near the room.
"Hmmn well!" remarked Professor Sprout, "That was certainly curious!"
Harry walked out, almost trampling an awakening Neville Longbottom.
Sprout hadn't noticed the little bag that the Apple-Smeller had stuffed into Harry's
hand. Harry slipped it into his pocket and propped Neville upon his feet. He
escorted Neville back to Gryffindor so he could wash up before lunch.
Lunch consisted of many people patting him on the back, saying, `that was
sure brilliant Harry!,' or things like, `way to put that bully in his place!'. It also had
a lot of nasty glares from people sitting at the Slytherin table.
"Should have heard what Pomfrey said," said Ron, laughing like someone
was tickling him. "I guess she kept him silent for as long as she could."
"She threatened to shut him up again if he wouldn't stop belly aching,"
Seamus added enthusiastically.
Hermione hadn't said anything, but she had a grin from ear to ear. She
looked down, "How was the Apple-Smeller?"
Harry cleared his throat, "She was alright, such a queer creature. She
seemed very grateful."
"I bet," Ron said still smiling.
Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a little black leather bag.
"She gave me this," he said quietly, showing it to only Hermione and Ron.
"Well aren't you going to open it?" asked Ron impatiently.
Harry untied the bow and loosened the drawstring slowly. He emptied its
contents into his palm. It was a silver ring on a crude leather string. Harry
examined it closer.
"It says ALGA," he reported with a shrug.
"Perhaps it's her name," Hermione suggested.
"Or some sort of password!" Ron spouted with excitement.
"It's a Latin charm," someone added from behind Harry.
Ron, Hermione and Harry, all swung around to see who it was.
En Winters, in a pale green apron, looked down upon them. "It's from the
Middle Ages I believe."
Ron and Hermione shrugged at each other.
En reached into a large pocket in the font of her apron and pulled out a little
manual, The Complete Miniature Charms and Relics Book, by Ersted Ewwing. She
flipped through it to a marked page.
"Ah here it is!" En said smiling. "ALGA stands for the Latin words that
mean, `Thou art mighty forever, O Lord.'" She seemed proud to be helpful.
Harry turned around to look back at Ron, exchanging baffled smiles. When
he looked back up, En was gone.
Ron looked back and down the rows. Harry caught a flash of blonde hair
streaming out the door.
"Who the heck was that?" asked Hermione, biting her lip.
"That was the girl I told you about. En Winters. She really is working here
now I guess," said Harry nonchalantly.
"Kinda cute!" Ron said surprised.
"She said it meant something about a lord?" Hermione said, trying to get
back to focus.
"'Thou art mighty forever, O Lord,'" Said Harry faintly, thinking.
"What a kind gesture," said Hermione with a look of bafflement.
Just then, Nearly Headless Nick, or Sir Nicholas, as he liked to be called,
came up through the table.
"Hello there, Harry, Ron, Hermione." He said with a smile.
The three jumped a bit and smiled back.
"Hi Nick," said Ron.
"I overheard you talking about ALGA," he said, "I just wanted to wonder
who knew about it."
"That girl who was just here," Hermione said, "What was it, En Winters?"
Harry nodded.
"What girl?" asked Nick, confused.
"Oh she had just left before you came," said Harry.
"Oh alright then," Nick said skeptically, "I'll keep an eye out for her then."
He swooped back into the table.
Hermione yawned, and Ron scratched his ear blankly. Harry Put the ring
and its cord back into the bag and into his jacket.
"Its Divination next for you two, and Arithmancy, for me," said Hermione,
packing up her things.
"Bleh," said Ron instinctively at the sound of either of those two classes.
Hermione waved as she walked off.
"Dumbledore said he would send post asking if Krum could visit, and
Hermione's thrilled," smiled Ron.
"I hope he can make it.if not, she'll be crushed," sighed Harry.
They grabbed their bags and left for the tall tower where Professor
Trelawney taught Divination. It was a long walk but they got there on time. They
entered the classroom.
Ron grabbed a poof and sat down next to Lavender and Parvati. "Hi girls,"
he said, smiling.
"Hi Ron," they giggled, "wasn't Herbology intense today?"
They carried on like that for a while.
Harry sat down and stared blankly at the bones that Trelawney had in a big
basin at the front of the class. He looked around and saw that once again, he found
En Winters, sitting in the corner on a large aqua poof, jotting down more in her
notebook. She was wearing casual clothes, and a white scarf. Seamus had noticed
her too.
He introduced himself to her and carried on a polite conversation that was
cut short by Trelawney announcing the start of class.
"Today we will be reading the cracks in bones, an ancient form of fortune
telling."
Parvati and Lavender were the only ones who looked excited.
"Why do we still take this class Ron?" asked Harry.
Ron looked over at the girls and shrugged with a half-smile.
The only thing interesting about that lesson was that Harry got to talk to En
a bit more.
He beat Seamus over to her to ask her to be his partner.
"Oh course I would Harry!" she said, surprised. "Y'know, I'm not in this
class though. After I cleaned up greenhouse #2, Dumbledore said I could have the
rest of the day off. Trelawney happened to be in the office with us, and she invited
me to watch her teach. I'm very fascinated with magic stuff."
"So you are a squib then?" questioned Harry innocently.
"A what?" she asked, blinking back.
"A magicless wizard," Harry said.
"Oh well I don't know. Honestly I don't. Magic, no magic, does it really
matter?"
Harry smiled, "I guess not."
is just beginning! I have TONS researched and planned, and a whole bunch more
already written, so please R & R!!!
Thanks. the previous disclosure applies as usual.. Thank JKR
Fangirl
****
Harry had Herbology with Professor Sprout the following day. Ron had been
trying desperately to try and get Lavender's attention, and in the process of an
extremely lengthy preparation for Herbology, Ron had managed to spill about « of
a bottle of fruity cologne on Harry. They were practically late already, so they
hoped that in the greenhouses nobody would notice much anyways. Hermione had
left minutes before, always punctual.
"Greenhouse # 2 today students," instructed her Herbology class eagerly.
"We'll be learning about the practical benefit of growing health foods at your
houses."
She led the class into the greenhouse, and they observed a tray of an apple,
an orange and a persimmon.
"Now, who's had a power fruit before?" she asked.
Four hands rose into the air.
"Good," she said blankly, "can anyone tell me their most obvious use?"
Hermione's hand never faltered in the air.
"Miss Granger?"
"Power fruits can be used to temporarily boost or regain strength after
physical exercise."
"Good, 5 points to Gryffindor, now know that power fruits do not restore
magical drainage, only physical energy-"
She was cut off as a large banging noise was heard in the next room.
"Oh darn it! Not those Apple-Smellers again!" She stormed angrily into the
next room.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other questioningly.
"Apple-Smellers?" asked Harry curiously.
The class stood anxiously as Professor slowly brought out a curious looking
person from the other room. She held by a pointy ear, a small looking person, about
5 feet tall, but obviously full-grown. She was gorgeous, with shiny brown hair and
sharp eyes that were darting around nervously. The only problem was, she had no
mouth!
"This is an Apple-Smeller," began Professor Sprout, "and because of the
poor weather, I keep catching her sneaking in here."
The creature made no sound, as she probably couldn't, and she was clad in a
simple cloth with a built in scarf. She had no shoes, and her rough callused feet
were brown and a bit purple from the cold.
"She didn't migrate for some reason, so now she's forced to come in here and
feed," said Sprout with a pout.
"FEED?" scoffed Malfoy, who obviously disapproved of such a creature
roaming about. "It hasn't got a bloody mouth!"
"She feeds by sniffing pleasant aromas, they were named because their
favorite thing to smell are apples. Their noses are so sensitive that an unpleasant
smell can injure or even kill an Apple-Smeller. I'd better set this one outside and ask
if Dumbledore will permit her to stay until spring."
"You can't just let it roam around all over Hogwarts as it pleases!" snarled a
very perturbed Malfoy.
"What are you suggesting Malfoy?" Hermione scorned with a frown.
Malfoy pulled out his wand, "I can get rid of her if you're too squeamish."
He grinned and approached a very startled Professor Sprout.
Sprout and Neville fainted at the very same time. Neville took down the
power fruits with his fall and squished the whole lot of `em.
Hermione was furious. "How dare you scare her like that! Put your wand
away you fool!" She lunged for him, but he was a step ahead on him.
The Apple-Smeller was trying to edge away, but the room was filled with
students. She looked rather frightened. Her sharp eyes grew large and watery.
Half the class was too shocked to move, the other half struggled to make their
way through the crowd or shouted obscenities of sorts at Malfoy. Crabb and Goyle
blocked the way, "inadvertently."
"Leave her alone Malfoy," Harry said sternly, putting his hands on the table
before them.
"No way am I going to let something just sneak around here!" He said
defiantly with his wand drawn.
"More like, `no way am I going to get detention for just scaring a teacher,'"
Ron hissed. He was busy trying to move Neville from the way and scraping dirt
covered fruits off of the ground.
Malfoy bit his lip and the charged, "Putridicus!" he yelled, and a yellow
foggy gas slowly exuded from his wand.
Harry had already started climbing over table as he charged. He jumped in
front of the Apple-Smeller, who had buried her face quickly into Harry's perfumed
cloak.
Malfoy was startled at least, and gaped for a moment.
Harry whipped his wand out quickly counterattacking, "Silencioso!"
A thin wind zoomed to Malfoy and covered his mouth, growing a thin layer
of skin over his mouth. He immediately covered his mouth and screamed a faint
muffled, throaty scream. His eyes were far wider than the Apple-Smeller's had
been.
Sprout had roused by then, and with sleepy eyes, she said, "Hermione,
Seamus, can you get Mr. Malfoy to Madam Pomfrey before he hyper-ventilates?"
They nodded and assisted the very pink-looking Malfoy, (who had been
breathing very quickly and panicked from his nose) out hastily. They were almost
dragging him.
Professor Sprout shook her head and walked dizzily over to Harry and the
Apple-Smeller. She then looked over at the rest of that class, "You're dismissed."
The class reluctantly left and no doubt the story would be known all over
Hogwarts in ten minutes.
The Apple-Smeller was still clinging desperately to Harry's cloak, and the
three of them walked into the other room. The other room was much larger than
expected. Enchanted no less. A dozen or so large trees were grown there, all bustling
with fruit. He saw some ladders knocked over. She hugged Harry tighter, almost
painfully, quite frightened.
Sprout rubbed her head, "Apple-Smellers are endangered and quite
harmless. The Ministry for the Care of Endangered Races will be all over this one
I'm certain. No one knows how intelligent they are, it's extremely difficult to
communicate with them. Not only because they lack a mouth, but also because they
are very secretive."
The Apple-Smeller had calmed down, and had loosened her grin on Harry
slightly, who still hadn't said much.
He cleared his throat, "Uh, Professor Sprout, will I-" he began.
"Of course not Harry," Sprout chuckled nervously, "You wont get in trouble,
I'll make sure of it. It was quite a fitting punishment, actually. Very ironic. I bet he
regretted it a bunch when all he could do was breathe those disgusting fumes that he
himself had made. Now that I think of it, the Ministry may even give the school
some funding to specially house this Apple-Smeller after this incident." She frowned
slightly, "Too much of a hassle if you ask me." She turned her attention to the now
less frightened Apple-Smeller. She bowed slightly, "I hope that we have not caused
you too much disrespect gentle person."
The Apple-Smeller, cautiously took a half step away from behind Harry, still
clutching his coat in one hand. She bowed carefully. She lifted her eyebrows in
worry, pointed a finger and drew in invisible tear down her face. She then wiped it
away with a smile. She turned her attention to Harry, and moved around to the
front of him.
Harry blinked back curiously, mouth slightly agape.
She straightened Harry's glasses upon his face and drew so near that Harry
flushed pink quickly. Still clenching his clothes in one hand, she grabbed his hand
and pushed something into it. She took one last sniff of Harry. (In which she seemed
to be smelling more of him, rather than his coat. ) She smirked and then sprang
away, climbing a tree and jumping out of an open window near the room.
"Hmmn well!" remarked Professor Sprout, "That was certainly curious!"
Harry walked out, almost trampling an awakening Neville Longbottom.
Sprout hadn't noticed the little bag that the Apple-Smeller had stuffed into Harry's
hand. Harry slipped it into his pocket and propped Neville upon his feet. He
escorted Neville back to Gryffindor so he could wash up before lunch.
Lunch consisted of many people patting him on the back, saying, `that was
sure brilliant Harry!,' or things like, `way to put that bully in his place!'. It also had
a lot of nasty glares from people sitting at the Slytherin table.
"Should have heard what Pomfrey said," said Ron, laughing like someone
was tickling him. "I guess she kept him silent for as long as she could."
"She threatened to shut him up again if he wouldn't stop belly aching,"
Seamus added enthusiastically.
Hermione hadn't said anything, but she had a grin from ear to ear. She
looked down, "How was the Apple-Smeller?"
Harry cleared his throat, "She was alright, such a queer creature. She
seemed very grateful."
"I bet," Ron said still smiling.
Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a little black leather bag.
"She gave me this," he said quietly, showing it to only Hermione and Ron.
"Well aren't you going to open it?" asked Ron impatiently.
Harry untied the bow and loosened the drawstring slowly. He emptied its
contents into his palm. It was a silver ring on a crude leather string. Harry
examined it closer.
"It says ALGA," he reported with a shrug.
"Perhaps it's her name," Hermione suggested.
"Or some sort of password!" Ron spouted with excitement.
"It's a Latin charm," someone added from behind Harry.
Ron, Hermione and Harry, all swung around to see who it was.
En Winters, in a pale green apron, looked down upon them. "It's from the
Middle Ages I believe."
Ron and Hermione shrugged at each other.
En reached into a large pocket in the font of her apron and pulled out a little
manual, The Complete Miniature Charms and Relics Book, by Ersted Ewwing. She
flipped through it to a marked page.
"Ah here it is!" En said smiling. "ALGA stands for the Latin words that
mean, `Thou art mighty forever, O Lord.'" She seemed proud to be helpful.
Harry turned around to look back at Ron, exchanging baffled smiles. When
he looked back up, En was gone.
Ron looked back and down the rows. Harry caught a flash of blonde hair
streaming out the door.
"Who the heck was that?" asked Hermione, biting her lip.
"That was the girl I told you about. En Winters. She really is working here
now I guess," said Harry nonchalantly.
"Kinda cute!" Ron said surprised.
"She said it meant something about a lord?" Hermione said, trying to get
back to focus.
"'Thou art mighty forever, O Lord,'" Said Harry faintly, thinking.
"What a kind gesture," said Hermione with a look of bafflement.
Just then, Nearly Headless Nick, or Sir Nicholas, as he liked to be called,
came up through the table.
"Hello there, Harry, Ron, Hermione." He said with a smile.
The three jumped a bit and smiled back.
"Hi Nick," said Ron.
"I overheard you talking about ALGA," he said, "I just wanted to wonder
who knew about it."
"That girl who was just here," Hermione said, "What was it, En Winters?"
Harry nodded.
"What girl?" asked Nick, confused.
"Oh she had just left before you came," said Harry.
"Oh alright then," Nick said skeptically, "I'll keep an eye out for her then."
He swooped back into the table.
Hermione yawned, and Ron scratched his ear blankly. Harry Put the ring
and its cord back into the bag and into his jacket.
"Its Divination next for you two, and Arithmancy, for me," said Hermione,
packing up her things.
"Bleh," said Ron instinctively at the sound of either of those two classes.
Hermione waved as she walked off.
"Dumbledore said he would send post asking if Krum could visit, and
Hermione's thrilled," smiled Ron.
"I hope he can make it.if not, she'll be crushed," sighed Harry.
They grabbed their bags and left for the tall tower where Professor
Trelawney taught Divination. It was a long walk but they got there on time. They
entered the classroom.
Ron grabbed a poof and sat down next to Lavender and Parvati. "Hi girls,"
he said, smiling.
"Hi Ron," they giggled, "wasn't Herbology intense today?"
They carried on like that for a while.
Harry sat down and stared blankly at the bones that Trelawney had in a big
basin at the front of the class. He looked around and saw that once again, he found
En Winters, sitting in the corner on a large aqua poof, jotting down more in her
notebook. She was wearing casual clothes, and a white scarf. Seamus had noticed
her too.
He introduced himself to her and carried on a polite conversation that was
cut short by Trelawney announcing the start of class.
"Today we will be reading the cracks in bones, an ancient form of fortune
telling."
Parvati and Lavender were the only ones who looked excited.
"Why do we still take this class Ron?" asked Harry.
Ron looked over at the girls and shrugged with a half-smile.
The only thing interesting about that lesson was that Harry got to talk to En
a bit more.
He beat Seamus over to her to ask her to be his partner.
"Oh course I would Harry!" she said, surprised. "Y'know, I'm not in this
class though. After I cleaned up greenhouse #2, Dumbledore said I could have the
rest of the day off. Trelawney happened to be in the office with us, and she invited
me to watch her teach. I'm very fascinated with magic stuff."
"So you are a squib then?" questioned Harry innocently.
"A what?" she asked, blinking back.
"A magicless wizard," Harry said.
"Oh well I don't know. Honestly I don't. Magic, no magic, does it really
matter?"
Harry smiled, "I guess not."