Typical disclaimer applies. thanks JKR!
Moonygirl: Thanks for reviewing, I do realize that Flitwick was a bit OOC,
but it'll come back around, lots of Divination tie-ins too! It'll make sense later. ^_^
Yeah this is the last part that I have prewritten, so if youwant me towrite
more, please R&R! ^_^.v . o O (peace!)
~Fangirl
Ron left to go see Professor Sprout, and Hermione was busy writing a letter
and gathering up goodies to send to Viktor Krum. Harry stopped by McGonagall's
office to talk.
She was already talking to someone. Harry listened, keeping a safe distance
away from the office to make it not seem like he was eavesdropping. He instead
pretended like he was fixing his scarf. (Which incidentally, needed tending to)
"I assure you that there could be a real danger this time McGonagall. You
need to find out which ones are, and make them aware of the situation. Don't you
remember last time?" It was a man that Harry hadn't heard before.
There was a pause.
McGonagall spoke then, "Last time there were only minor injuries, and
people a little shook up. If anyone comes on campus, we'll know, Mr. Fiddley."
Harry then started to tie his shoe.
Fiddley cleared his throat, "Rumors are that they were very upset about the
disappearance of Summers. They said that Summers may be lurking about,
recruiting."
"Good for Summers then. There is nothing wrong with what she is doing.
Awareness is the only way to find peace, Mr. Fiddley." McGonagall sounded almost
done with the conversation.
"She's dead, Professor McGonagall, a nasty muggle accident. I know from
high sources that she's gone. The accident is fishy too. C.A.W.S. is behind it I bet."
McGonagall seemed startled.
"Dead? Oh my. Her being who she was. wow, I would suspect C.A.W.S.
too. They have been out to get her for so long. Even when she was studying here at
Hogwarts."
"That was the first attack McGonagall, C.A.W.S. was linked to that too, but
never proven."
"Oh dear. Yes, yes, we will use much caution, I'll investigate who uses those
ancient arts."
"This will help," he said, handing her something. "Good luck."
The man left the room, but Harry didn't look up. He busied himself with
retying his other shoelace. When he did look, up McGonagall was peering curiously
at him.
"Mr. Potter? Can I help you with something?"
"Oh yes, actually, I was wondering, if you'd think that Hermione would be
able to go and visit Viktor Krum while he is in the hospital? She's pretty upset
about it."
"McGonagall twisted her face, obviously with other things on her mind. "I
don't see why not, Mr. Potter. Write a letter to her parents for permission, and I'll
loan you some floo powder."
It was brilliantly easy, and Harry went back into the Gryffindor common
room to start his letter to the Grangers. He sent it off quickly with his snowy owl.
Parvati dropped in to talk about the colors of his robes so she could match.
Harry wasn't very interested, but Parvati was sparkling with excitement. She
skipped off over to Lavender who was studying a note, which was obviously written
by Ron.
Ron pleaded with Harry to help him set the mood for his observatory `date,'
which was scheduled for later that night.
"But what can I do?" asked Harry, who didn't seem eager to do much at all
in the name of romance.
Ron thrust a bag at Harry.
"Take these petals and sprinkle them down on her," said Ron awkwardly,
"its romantic or something."
"Why can't you just bewitch them to rain down?" Harry said resentfully.
"Because I only have 2 hours, and I don't want to spend that time in the
library looking up spells."
"Great," thought Harry, "I get to do the boring business!" Harry rolled his
eyes and grabbed his invisibility cloak from his trunk. He shoved it hastily into his
backpack and went down to dinner.
At dinner Hermione had perked up. She was talking about Herbology when
Hedwig dropped a letter upon her head. She froze suddenly in her conversation,
then without moving her head, she grabbed the letter off of her head and carefully
examined it.
Ron leaned close to her, "Who's it from, Hermione?"
"Dunno," she said, opening it.
Harry smiled to himself, feeling better than he had all week.
Hermione read her letter quietly, and a few seconds later her eyes were
sparkling. She looked over at Harry and wiped her eyes hastily.
"What's it say?" asked Ron impatiently.
Hermione bit her lip while smiling; "It's from my parents, approving that I
can visit Viktor." she trailed off. She held the letter close to her heart.
"You can leave tomorrow," said Harry, reaching into his bag and pulling out
a small bag of floo powder. "McGonagall said you could use this."
Ron seemed quite surprised at the whole situation.
Hermione was shaking her head in disbelief, "Thank you Harry, that was
wonderful of you!" She kissed him friendly on the cheek. "I can't eat, I'm going to
go pack." She gathered her things and wiped away another tear. "Thanks again!"
she called as she ran out of the Great Hall.
***
James adjusted is glasses and wiped the melted snowflake from the lens. Lily
suddenly pulled him towards the bushes with a "sshhh!!"
"What is it?" he whispered, quite startled.
Lily peered through the bushes; "It's Moony!" she hushed.
WHAP!
The smack echoed dully in the snow.
"I guess Remus' date didn't want to go outside to make-out," giggled James.
Remus rushed off after his date and while Lily watched him scamper off,
James pounced upon her.
"Gah!" she choked out, as they fell in the snow. "James! You scared me!"
James found the situation to be much more funny, and couldn't stop
laughing. Lily grew impatient with his giggling and eventually shoved a great ball of
snow in his face.
"Hey!" said James, between fits of laughter. His face was turning pink from
the cold.
They wrestled around in the snow, and put it on each other's faces,
eventually Lily pinned James.
"This is why I love you so much Jamesy!" she smiled and casually put more
snow on his face.
He flipped the situation and pinned her.
"A woman who actually tamed Prongs, the Marauders will be pleased," he
sighed and grinned.
Lily put her arms around his neck and they kissed in the snow. This was
interrupted by James putting more snow on Lily.
"Uh-oh!" he said as he got up to run away.
Lily chased him when they were out of breath and cold, they started to walk
back into the dance.
Harry, after much difficulty, had managed to climb upon the rafters in the
observatory, and had secured the invisibility cloak on himself. Ron stood
underneath him with the siren flowers.
Lavender arrived on schedule, and for once, things went right for Ron.
(Whose schemes usually went bugger) She loved the flower petals, and the siren
flowers, which she embraced surprisingly.
Ron, who had rehearsed his lines carefully, preformed perfectly. "Lavender,
I think you're brilliant and beautiful. I would be honored if you would go to the
Yule Ball with me."
Lavender's eyes sparkled, but no words came out when she opened her
mouth.
Ron smiled and flipped a rusty switch on the wall. Immediately afterwards
the night sky appeared on the walls of the room. A shooting star whizzed by.
"Make a wish Lavender," said Ron, pointing at it.
"I already have what I need," said obviously wooed Lavender. She kissed
him on the cheek; "Of course I'll go to the Yule Ball with you!" She turned a bit
pink and scuttled out of the room excitedly.
When she was finally gone, even Harry was feeling good about being there
with Ron. He jumped/fell next to Ron with an audible thud.
Ron looked speechless. "By God, it actually worked!" He flipped off the
switch and helped Harry up from the ground.
"Yeah it did, didn't it," said Harry, smiling and brushing himself off. They
went back to the dorm underneath the invisibility cloak. They stayed under the
cloak while walking through the Common Room, and none of the girls even noticed
the painting swinging open. They were all swooning over Lavender's story and
flowers. Harry had to stop himself from sniggering at all of them while they climbed
the stairs to the dorms.
The next morning in Transfiguration, everyone was very tense. McGonagall
was late, which almost never happened. Whispers of scandals circulated the room.
"Maybe ol' McGonagall got jury duty!" suggested Justin.
"Doubt it," said Parvati, "I bet she is with some man!"
These rumors continued to creep about the room until the doors burst open
suddenly. McGonagall streamed through room up to the front desk. On her face she
had a look of worry and strife.
"Sorry I'm late," she said getting down to business, she pulled out a roll of
parchment. "Will the following people stay after class today?" She cleared her
throat and read.
Harry looked at Ron and over to where Hermione would usually be,
forgetting that she was gone.
"Let's see, who do we have in here." mumbled the Professor. "Mr. Potter,
Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Francis Rougetung, and Neville Longbottom."
"What's this about now, Harry?" asked Ron.
"I have no idea.Three Gryffindors and two Ravenclaws."
McGonagall hastily went through their homework to be done over the break.
She assigned them a project where they had to transfigure a snowball into a snow
globe. If they couldn't do it, they had to write an essay. She dismissed class early
and Harry waved goodbye to Ron.
The five students stayed in their seats while the class left, exchanging worried
glances. When the class was gone, McGonagall stood up from her desk.
"There have been some attacks lately on people in families with histories of
Wiccan activity."
No one but Francis seemed to know remotely what she was talking about.
"But Professor, my family isn't registered as Wiccans, how did you know?"
Everyone stared intently at McGonagall.
"I have here a list of families rumored to have history with Wicca. This list
was illegally obtained from the C.A.W.S headquarters in London," she said
nonchalantly. "If we know, they know. Letters have already been sent to your
families requesting your stay here during the entire duration of the winter
holidays."
"Excuse me," said Neville timidly, "what are we talking about?"
"Oh pardon me, Neville, I assumed you knew," said the Professor, taken
slightly aback. "Wicca is an ancient art of magic that doesn't require wands, magic
that comes from the earth and elements. It is very old and misunderstood. C.A.W.S,
or Communities Against Wicca Society, is an organization that is against such
magic, even though it is something innate and quite uncontrollable."
"But I don't have any magic like that," said Neville.
"Maybe not, or maybe so, it doesn't really matter, C.A.W.S. thinks that you
do, and it is rumored that they are behind the recent attacks against Wiccans. The
W.A.G.'s, or Wicca Awareness Group, has been attacked numerous times in the last
week. Their leader has been missing for almost a month now, and we think that
she's dead."
Parvati and her twin were very quiet and looked pale. "Professor?" questioned
Padma.
Sort of a cliff-hanger eh? Well R&R if you want me to write more so you know what
happens!!
Moonygirl: Thanks for reviewing, I do realize that Flitwick was a bit OOC,
but it'll come back around, lots of Divination tie-ins too! It'll make sense later. ^_^
Yeah this is the last part that I have prewritten, so if youwant me towrite
more, please R&R! ^_^.v . o O (peace!)
~Fangirl
Ron left to go see Professor Sprout, and Hermione was busy writing a letter
and gathering up goodies to send to Viktor Krum. Harry stopped by McGonagall's
office to talk.
She was already talking to someone. Harry listened, keeping a safe distance
away from the office to make it not seem like he was eavesdropping. He instead
pretended like he was fixing his scarf. (Which incidentally, needed tending to)
"I assure you that there could be a real danger this time McGonagall. You
need to find out which ones are, and make them aware of the situation. Don't you
remember last time?" It was a man that Harry hadn't heard before.
There was a pause.
McGonagall spoke then, "Last time there were only minor injuries, and
people a little shook up. If anyone comes on campus, we'll know, Mr. Fiddley."
Harry then started to tie his shoe.
Fiddley cleared his throat, "Rumors are that they were very upset about the
disappearance of Summers. They said that Summers may be lurking about,
recruiting."
"Good for Summers then. There is nothing wrong with what she is doing.
Awareness is the only way to find peace, Mr. Fiddley." McGonagall sounded almost
done with the conversation.
"She's dead, Professor McGonagall, a nasty muggle accident. I know from
high sources that she's gone. The accident is fishy too. C.A.W.S. is behind it I bet."
McGonagall seemed startled.
"Dead? Oh my. Her being who she was. wow, I would suspect C.A.W.S.
too. They have been out to get her for so long. Even when she was studying here at
Hogwarts."
"That was the first attack McGonagall, C.A.W.S. was linked to that too, but
never proven."
"Oh dear. Yes, yes, we will use much caution, I'll investigate who uses those
ancient arts."
"This will help," he said, handing her something. "Good luck."
The man left the room, but Harry didn't look up. He busied himself with
retying his other shoelace. When he did look, up McGonagall was peering curiously
at him.
"Mr. Potter? Can I help you with something?"
"Oh yes, actually, I was wondering, if you'd think that Hermione would be
able to go and visit Viktor Krum while he is in the hospital? She's pretty upset
about it."
"McGonagall twisted her face, obviously with other things on her mind. "I
don't see why not, Mr. Potter. Write a letter to her parents for permission, and I'll
loan you some floo powder."
It was brilliantly easy, and Harry went back into the Gryffindor common
room to start his letter to the Grangers. He sent it off quickly with his snowy owl.
Parvati dropped in to talk about the colors of his robes so she could match.
Harry wasn't very interested, but Parvati was sparkling with excitement. She
skipped off over to Lavender who was studying a note, which was obviously written
by Ron.
Ron pleaded with Harry to help him set the mood for his observatory `date,'
which was scheduled for later that night.
"But what can I do?" asked Harry, who didn't seem eager to do much at all
in the name of romance.
Ron thrust a bag at Harry.
"Take these petals and sprinkle them down on her," said Ron awkwardly,
"its romantic or something."
"Why can't you just bewitch them to rain down?" Harry said resentfully.
"Because I only have 2 hours, and I don't want to spend that time in the
library looking up spells."
"Great," thought Harry, "I get to do the boring business!" Harry rolled his
eyes and grabbed his invisibility cloak from his trunk. He shoved it hastily into his
backpack and went down to dinner.
At dinner Hermione had perked up. She was talking about Herbology when
Hedwig dropped a letter upon her head. She froze suddenly in her conversation,
then without moving her head, she grabbed the letter off of her head and carefully
examined it.
Ron leaned close to her, "Who's it from, Hermione?"
"Dunno," she said, opening it.
Harry smiled to himself, feeling better than he had all week.
Hermione read her letter quietly, and a few seconds later her eyes were
sparkling. She looked over at Harry and wiped her eyes hastily.
"What's it say?" asked Ron impatiently.
Hermione bit her lip while smiling; "It's from my parents, approving that I
can visit Viktor." she trailed off. She held the letter close to her heart.
"You can leave tomorrow," said Harry, reaching into his bag and pulling out
a small bag of floo powder. "McGonagall said you could use this."
Ron seemed quite surprised at the whole situation.
Hermione was shaking her head in disbelief, "Thank you Harry, that was
wonderful of you!" She kissed him friendly on the cheek. "I can't eat, I'm going to
go pack." She gathered her things and wiped away another tear. "Thanks again!"
she called as she ran out of the Great Hall.
***
James adjusted is glasses and wiped the melted snowflake from the lens. Lily
suddenly pulled him towards the bushes with a "sshhh!!"
"What is it?" he whispered, quite startled.
Lily peered through the bushes; "It's Moony!" she hushed.
WHAP!
The smack echoed dully in the snow.
"I guess Remus' date didn't want to go outside to make-out," giggled James.
Remus rushed off after his date and while Lily watched him scamper off,
James pounced upon her.
"Gah!" she choked out, as they fell in the snow. "James! You scared me!"
James found the situation to be much more funny, and couldn't stop
laughing. Lily grew impatient with his giggling and eventually shoved a great ball of
snow in his face.
"Hey!" said James, between fits of laughter. His face was turning pink from
the cold.
They wrestled around in the snow, and put it on each other's faces,
eventually Lily pinned James.
"This is why I love you so much Jamesy!" she smiled and casually put more
snow on his face.
He flipped the situation and pinned her.
"A woman who actually tamed Prongs, the Marauders will be pleased," he
sighed and grinned.
Lily put her arms around his neck and they kissed in the snow. This was
interrupted by James putting more snow on Lily.
"Uh-oh!" he said as he got up to run away.
Lily chased him when they were out of breath and cold, they started to walk
back into the dance.
Harry, after much difficulty, had managed to climb upon the rafters in the
observatory, and had secured the invisibility cloak on himself. Ron stood
underneath him with the siren flowers.
Lavender arrived on schedule, and for once, things went right for Ron.
(Whose schemes usually went bugger) She loved the flower petals, and the siren
flowers, which she embraced surprisingly.
Ron, who had rehearsed his lines carefully, preformed perfectly. "Lavender,
I think you're brilliant and beautiful. I would be honored if you would go to the
Yule Ball with me."
Lavender's eyes sparkled, but no words came out when she opened her
mouth.
Ron smiled and flipped a rusty switch on the wall. Immediately afterwards
the night sky appeared on the walls of the room. A shooting star whizzed by.
"Make a wish Lavender," said Ron, pointing at it.
"I already have what I need," said obviously wooed Lavender. She kissed
him on the cheek; "Of course I'll go to the Yule Ball with you!" She turned a bit
pink and scuttled out of the room excitedly.
When she was finally gone, even Harry was feeling good about being there
with Ron. He jumped/fell next to Ron with an audible thud.
Ron looked speechless. "By God, it actually worked!" He flipped off the
switch and helped Harry up from the ground.
"Yeah it did, didn't it," said Harry, smiling and brushing himself off. They
went back to the dorm underneath the invisibility cloak. They stayed under the
cloak while walking through the Common Room, and none of the girls even noticed
the painting swinging open. They were all swooning over Lavender's story and
flowers. Harry had to stop himself from sniggering at all of them while they climbed
the stairs to the dorms.
The next morning in Transfiguration, everyone was very tense. McGonagall
was late, which almost never happened. Whispers of scandals circulated the room.
"Maybe ol' McGonagall got jury duty!" suggested Justin.
"Doubt it," said Parvati, "I bet she is with some man!"
These rumors continued to creep about the room until the doors burst open
suddenly. McGonagall streamed through room up to the front desk. On her face she
had a look of worry and strife.
"Sorry I'm late," she said getting down to business, she pulled out a roll of
parchment. "Will the following people stay after class today?" She cleared her
throat and read.
Harry looked at Ron and over to where Hermione would usually be,
forgetting that she was gone.
"Let's see, who do we have in here." mumbled the Professor. "Mr. Potter,
Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Francis Rougetung, and Neville Longbottom."
"What's this about now, Harry?" asked Ron.
"I have no idea.Three Gryffindors and two Ravenclaws."
McGonagall hastily went through their homework to be done over the break.
She assigned them a project where they had to transfigure a snowball into a snow
globe. If they couldn't do it, they had to write an essay. She dismissed class early
and Harry waved goodbye to Ron.
The five students stayed in their seats while the class left, exchanging worried
glances. When the class was gone, McGonagall stood up from her desk.
"There have been some attacks lately on people in families with histories of
Wiccan activity."
No one but Francis seemed to know remotely what she was talking about.
"But Professor, my family isn't registered as Wiccans, how did you know?"
Everyone stared intently at McGonagall.
"I have here a list of families rumored to have history with Wicca. This list
was illegally obtained from the C.A.W.S headquarters in London," she said
nonchalantly. "If we know, they know. Letters have already been sent to your
families requesting your stay here during the entire duration of the winter
holidays."
"Excuse me," said Neville timidly, "what are we talking about?"
"Oh pardon me, Neville, I assumed you knew," said the Professor, taken
slightly aback. "Wicca is an ancient art of magic that doesn't require wands, magic
that comes from the earth and elements. It is very old and misunderstood. C.A.W.S,
or Communities Against Wicca Society, is an organization that is against such
magic, even though it is something innate and quite uncontrollable."
"But I don't have any magic like that," said Neville.
"Maybe not, or maybe so, it doesn't really matter, C.A.W.S. thinks that you
do, and it is rumored that they are behind the recent attacks against Wiccans. The
W.A.G.'s, or Wicca Awareness Group, has been attacked numerous times in the last
week. Their leader has been missing for almost a month now, and we think that
she's dead."
Parvati and her twin were very quiet and looked pale. "Professor?" questioned
Padma.
Sort of a cliff-hanger eh? Well R&R if you want me to write more so you know what
happens!!