AN: This chapter is a lot longer than the previous two chapters, as they
were merely default type chapters to set the scene. After this chapter the
story will be heading into the sunset at full throttle! Please read and
review, we need comments and we don't know if it's good enough to continue.
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So far we know of a competition, a new DADA teacher, have Harry and Hermione as Head boy/girl. This is due to the services they have done for the school, we are not setting the scene for any serious nooky! Though. later we may have romantic urges to fulfill! The two international schools we know of will be attending the tournament, and students who know their stuff in wizardry and defence will be getting some dough. And other stuff! Including seagulls, canaries, and leather pants. Hurrah for artistic license! R/R fellow fanfictionatos!
And, yes credit is given where credit is due, so thanking J. K. Rowling, you have given us something to do now school is over. We bless our appropriated world!
As so it continues..
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CHAPTER THREE:
As the three entered the great hall for the feast they were met with a surprise. Sitting between Professor McGonagal and Snape was a man they'd never seen before. He would have been about 30, tall, with dark eyes, long hair and a huge smile on his face as he looked around the hall at the students.
"I bet he's the new DADA teacher." Breathed Hermione, a strange smile reaching her face as she watched him.
"Didn't you learn the first time with Lockhart?!' Said Ron, shaking his head as he looked at her.
"Ron's right," added Harry, "Don't get all girly until we know whether he has any brains or not!"
Hermione playfully hit Harry in the shoulder as the three found a place at the Gryffindor table and sat down. As they did so, Dumbledore rose and the hall fell silent.
"Before we begin, as usual I have a few beginning of year announcements to make. This year is to be an extremely interesting one as we will be holding the first ever, competition that every student will be involved in. The Ministry Award for Defence and Wizardry is to train you in the arts of, not surprisingly, defence and wizardry. It will also award those most successful, in various categories, and a shared prize of 5,000 Galleons will be given out, 1,000 to the winner of each category."
Amid the excited whispers, Ron could be heard muttering. " Five. Oh my. Thousand.". Dumbledore, who had paused while the students absorbed what he was saying, continued.
" The competition will be held here on the school grounds and your house advisors will tell you more about the Competition later." He looked around, and grinned broadly at the eager faces of his students." Secondly, this competition will be attended by our international friends from Durmstrang and Bauxbatons. They will be arriving tomorrow morning, and as such, morning classes shall be interrupted. You will still need to meet with your teachers at your designated classrooms, as they will lead you to the front gates. I hope you meet our guests with as much pleasure as you have previously." A wicked smile crossed his lips. "But remember, a little healthy competition has never gone astray." He turned to the professors.
"Finally I'd like to welcome to the teaching staff, here at Hogwarts, Professor Jon-Michael Paris. Professor Paris agreed to assist us by taking up the position of Defence against the Dark Arts teacher and in helping to run the Competition. He has worked for the ministry and was the top student in his year when he attended Hogwarts. His favourite colour is green, and he wears leather pants. I hope you all make the Professor feel welcome." The students, and as Harry noticed, mainly the female students, watched Professor Paris with rapt attention. Dumbledore continued. "And now, the most exciting moment of the evening, there is now pizza on the menu! Lets eat!"
As the food appeared, much to the satisfaction of Harry's rumbling stomach, students at all tables could be heard discussing the competition. Hermione seemed the most relaxed, as she should, Harry thought. She was after all, the most clever witch at Hogwarts. She was sure to win a competition.
"Weasly's Wizard Wheases? Is that all you think about? We could get. Can you imagine. The latest Firebolt. Giant chocolate frogs." Ron trailed off, surely imagining all the things he could buy with 1,000 galleons prize money. Fred and George, who had been arguing with Ron, rolled their eyes.
"If you're so ruddy interested in giant edible animals, we could manufacture Canary Cream Cakes." Fred explained.
"Hopefully you would eat the whole thing, we heard you singing in the shower last night and it was awful." George added.
Ron's face slowly reddened. He turned to see if Hermione had heard, but she was dreamily staring off at, Ron realised, Professor Paris. Ron's face reddened faster now, as his anger built.
"Hermione, what are you looking at? Isn't it good enough Vicky is coming tomorrow?" Hermione's head snapped around to face Ron.
"What?" She asked incredulously, " You know nothing happened between us." She stiffened, her face reddening as bright as Ron's. " What about Fleur? She's coming as well you know."
"Well nothing happened between us either!" Ron practically shouted. Several Gryffindor students turned amused faces to another Ron/Hermione debate. Harry sighed.
"Will you two get over it? I don't want a repeat of last year, when Hermione turned you into a seagull in potions after that fight over." Harry thought earnestly. "I don't even remember what it was over." Neville, sitting beside Harry, brightened.
"I remember Ron put a spell on Crookshanks and removed his fur!" Hermione stopped laughing at remembering the image of Ron as a seagull and narrowed her eyes. " It was an accident, Ron, you do know that. And if I remember correctly, you were my potions partner Neville. You were equally at fault."
Ron spoke up. " At least you didn't have to suffer the embarrassment of being a bird!"
The whole of Gryffindor table were laughing now. George spoke up. " You could at least have turned him into a bird that could sing, Hermione."
Hermione and Ron glared daggers at each other. Harry sat there, laughing with the rest of the table. After a short while, his two best friends laughed too. Their fights were getting shorter as they were maturing, and were usually only over things of the past.
"Harry? What class do we have tomorrow morning when we have to meet the other schools?" Seamus asked. Harry checked his timetable. He had been made a head boy, to Hermiones head girl, and had the timetable before the other students for their classes.
"Er." Harry looked at it, uncomfortable in the spotlight of being head boy. " We have Defence Against The Dark Arts with Professor Paris."
"I 'spose we'll be meeting him before we go out to the gates then." Ron said. " A bit too much excitement for one morning, hey Hermione." Hermione smiled.
" And I thought I was the only one who liked his leather pants." Laughter broke up the table, and soon the meal finished. Trudging up the stairs to the common room later, Harry felt an unsettling feeling squirm in the pit of his stomach. It was odd that such a competition was being held while the threat of Voldemort was still strong. It was for defence and wizardry, he realised. Perhaps they were all being trained, along with Durmstrang and Bauxbatons, to be prepared for anything. Anything dark, that was. He collapsed on his bed. He'd have to tell Ron and Hermione his thoughts in the morning. Right now he was utterly buggered.
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Hello fanfictionatos! We hope you enjoyed that chapter! How is the story going so far? We appreciate feedback! Therefore we can write the stories you want. Not enough romance? Spelling getting you down? Story slightly flacid? Want more leather pants? Shall we delve further into Hermione and Ron's 'friendship'? Want to know more about Professor Michael Paris? Let us know! Till next time!
And Thank you very much Julie, our only, yet special, reviewer. To be cool like Julie, review! Thank you again (
So far we know of a competition, a new DADA teacher, have Harry and Hermione as Head boy/girl. This is due to the services they have done for the school, we are not setting the scene for any serious nooky! Though. later we may have romantic urges to fulfill! The two international schools we know of will be attending the tournament, and students who know their stuff in wizardry and defence will be getting some dough. And other stuff! Including seagulls, canaries, and leather pants. Hurrah for artistic license! R/R fellow fanfictionatos!
And, yes credit is given where credit is due, so thanking J. K. Rowling, you have given us something to do now school is over. We bless our appropriated world!
As so it continues..
~~~~~
CHAPTER THREE:
As the three entered the great hall for the feast they were met with a surprise. Sitting between Professor McGonagal and Snape was a man they'd never seen before. He would have been about 30, tall, with dark eyes, long hair and a huge smile on his face as he looked around the hall at the students.
"I bet he's the new DADA teacher." Breathed Hermione, a strange smile reaching her face as she watched him.
"Didn't you learn the first time with Lockhart?!' Said Ron, shaking his head as he looked at her.
"Ron's right," added Harry, "Don't get all girly until we know whether he has any brains or not!"
Hermione playfully hit Harry in the shoulder as the three found a place at the Gryffindor table and sat down. As they did so, Dumbledore rose and the hall fell silent.
"Before we begin, as usual I have a few beginning of year announcements to make. This year is to be an extremely interesting one as we will be holding the first ever, competition that every student will be involved in. The Ministry Award for Defence and Wizardry is to train you in the arts of, not surprisingly, defence and wizardry. It will also award those most successful, in various categories, and a shared prize of 5,000 Galleons will be given out, 1,000 to the winner of each category."
Amid the excited whispers, Ron could be heard muttering. " Five. Oh my. Thousand.". Dumbledore, who had paused while the students absorbed what he was saying, continued.
" The competition will be held here on the school grounds and your house advisors will tell you more about the Competition later." He looked around, and grinned broadly at the eager faces of his students." Secondly, this competition will be attended by our international friends from Durmstrang and Bauxbatons. They will be arriving tomorrow morning, and as such, morning classes shall be interrupted. You will still need to meet with your teachers at your designated classrooms, as they will lead you to the front gates. I hope you meet our guests with as much pleasure as you have previously." A wicked smile crossed his lips. "But remember, a little healthy competition has never gone astray." He turned to the professors.
"Finally I'd like to welcome to the teaching staff, here at Hogwarts, Professor Jon-Michael Paris. Professor Paris agreed to assist us by taking up the position of Defence against the Dark Arts teacher and in helping to run the Competition. He has worked for the ministry and was the top student in his year when he attended Hogwarts. His favourite colour is green, and he wears leather pants. I hope you all make the Professor feel welcome." The students, and as Harry noticed, mainly the female students, watched Professor Paris with rapt attention. Dumbledore continued. "And now, the most exciting moment of the evening, there is now pizza on the menu! Lets eat!"
As the food appeared, much to the satisfaction of Harry's rumbling stomach, students at all tables could be heard discussing the competition. Hermione seemed the most relaxed, as she should, Harry thought. She was after all, the most clever witch at Hogwarts. She was sure to win a competition.
"Weasly's Wizard Wheases? Is that all you think about? We could get. Can you imagine. The latest Firebolt. Giant chocolate frogs." Ron trailed off, surely imagining all the things he could buy with 1,000 galleons prize money. Fred and George, who had been arguing with Ron, rolled their eyes.
"If you're so ruddy interested in giant edible animals, we could manufacture Canary Cream Cakes." Fred explained.
"Hopefully you would eat the whole thing, we heard you singing in the shower last night and it was awful." George added.
Ron's face slowly reddened. He turned to see if Hermione had heard, but she was dreamily staring off at, Ron realised, Professor Paris. Ron's face reddened faster now, as his anger built.
"Hermione, what are you looking at? Isn't it good enough Vicky is coming tomorrow?" Hermione's head snapped around to face Ron.
"What?" She asked incredulously, " You know nothing happened between us." She stiffened, her face reddening as bright as Ron's. " What about Fleur? She's coming as well you know."
"Well nothing happened between us either!" Ron practically shouted. Several Gryffindor students turned amused faces to another Ron/Hermione debate. Harry sighed.
"Will you two get over it? I don't want a repeat of last year, when Hermione turned you into a seagull in potions after that fight over." Harry thought earnestly. "I don't even remember what it was over." Neville, sitting beside Harry, brightened.
"I remember Ron put a spell on Crookshanks and removed his fur!" Hermione stopped laughing at remembering the image of Ron as a seagull and narrowed her eyes. " It was an accident, Ron, you do know that. And if I remember correctly, you were my potions partner Neville. You were equally at fault."
Ron spoke up. " At least you didn't have to suffer the embarrassment of being a bird!"
The whole of Gryffindor table were laughing now. George spoke up. " You could at least have turned him into a bird that could sing, Hermione."
Hermione and Ron glared daggers at each other. Harry sat there, laughing with the rest of the table. After a short while, his two best friends laughed too. Their fights were getting shorter as they were maturing, and were usually only over things of the past.
"Harry? What class do we have tomorrow morning when we have to meet the other schools?" Seamus asked. Harry checked his timetable. He had been made a head boy, to Hermiones head girl, and had the timetable before the other students for their classes.
"Er." Harry looked at it, uncomfortable in the spotlight of being head boy. " We have Defence Against The Dark Arts with Professor Paris."
"I 'spose we'll be meeting him before we go out to the gates then." Ron said. " A bit too much excitement for one morning, hey Hermione." Hermione smiled.
" And I thought I was the only one who liked his leather pants." Laughter broke up the table, and soon the meal finished. Trudging up the stairs to the common room later, Harry felt an unsettling feeling squirm in the pit of his stomach. It was odd that such a competition was being held while the threat of Voldemort was still strong. It was for defence and wizardry, he realised. Perhaps they were all being trained, along with Durmstrang and Bauxbatons, to be prepared for anything. Anything dark, that was. He collapsed on his bed. He'd have to tell Ron and Hermione his thoughts in the morning. Right now he was utterly buggered.
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Hello fanfictionatos! We hope you enjoyed that chapter! How is the story going so far? We appreciate feedback! Therefore we can write the stories you want. Not enough romance? Spelling getting you down? Story slightly flacid? Want more leather pants? Shall we delve further into Hermione and Ron's 'friendship'? Want to know more about Professor Michael Paris? Let us know! Till next time!
And Thank you very much Julie, our only, yet special, reviewer. To be cool like Julie, review! Thank you again (