AN: How's it going?? Um...I guess I'll be getting to business. I have
decided to reveal what the title means in chapter...why not now??
The title of my ficlet is, "As Cold as a Black Rose". Ooooo... Erm... No homework!! YES!!!!! Also, Monday is Student Appreciation!! I mean, how many schools have teacher days, and watta bout the students. FREE DRESS!!!
Chapter 3: Albus's Owls
Hermione and Harry and Ron trudged to Potions after a hearty breakfast. Hermione was inwardly groaning and just about on mental-suicide, but on the outside she was smiling and humming= "Bye Bye Baby" from the old movie, "Gentleman Prefer Blondes".
"Bloody scray to see you so happy Herms." Harry mumbled.
"Oh, Harry, don't you realize how wonderful it is to be in school?" Hermione said, sighing. Harry reddened as he was enjoying his time away from the Dursley's, not to mention Hogwarts was his actual home.
"Ugh. I would rather be..." Ron trailed off as they entered the class. Upon the board was the message: HAVE A MEETING WITH DUMBLEDORE. TAKE OUT HOMEWORK AND READ CH. 1.
"Oh, crap!!!!!" Hermione said a little too loudly, receiving odd stares.
"Hermione? Using an obsenity?" Ron chuckled. "What's wrong?"
"I-I-I-I foe-foe-forgot m-my homework." She was blushing furiously and on the verge of tears.
"OY!! In the worst class too!! We had a 5' parchment on Cheering Potions." Harry yelped, voice carcking at the severity. "He's gonna kill you."
Hermione just nodded and laid her head on the desk, fighting the strong urge to cry. This kind of thing didn't happen to a girl like Hermione Granger.
She felt angry at herself. She started to rythmically hit her head on the desk.
"What happened?" Lavender Brown whispered to Harry, as one would whisper to a doctor if the doctor's mental patient were in the room.
"Forgot to do her homework." Ron told her softly.
"Uh-oh." Came a hoarse reply. Hermione took out her book: Advanced Potions For Year Six. (AN: I tricked ya in Ch. 1, with the big A on the book you mighta' thought it was Arithmancy!)
She read the chapter and started to moan quietly. Ron assured Hermione it would be alright, but she just continued to cover her head with her hands.
"What's takin' Snape so long?" Harry wondered out loud.
~*~*~*~Headmaster's Office, 3 hours earlier~*~*~*~
Dumbledore's decrepit figure moved quietly to the window at 6 AM. His pajamas were wrinkled from sleeping crooked and his beard was tangled. He opened the window silently and a magnificent white dove with two gold and silver feathers flew in.
"Oh, my." He whispered, afraid of what the message was. He took the letter and gave the dove a bowl of food. He fixed his beard and pulled on a silk bath robe.
"Let's see what you've got there." Albus Dumbledore said in his raspy voice.
He unrolled a piece of parchment. As the parchments' curvy script glistened with the dancing fire that just started, he sat down. The ink was silver transitioning to gold and fading back to silver again.
A misty smoke that sparkled filled the air. The fog whispered, "We believe the angel Natasha and her husband, Evan. Our prophesy has been updated, Albus, we have found it states a reuniting in your school. Please understand Natasha and Evan are never wrong. They found the endless prophesy comes to your educational school. We believe you know what prophesy is. Right? Good. Oh, and Albus: the curse or spell, however you refer to it, will begin and end this winter and early spring. We wish you and the prophetics well.
"Sincerely, Olivia, Madaline, Bella, Natalie, Heidi, 'Trina, and Analise." The smoke disappeared and left the old headmaster with a silver and gold drenched parchment, not to mention a lot of worries.
"Oh, my, my, my." He said. He scurried out to his room and threw on a set of crystal blue robes and his purple pointed hat. He clipped his toe nails, wrote a reply to that letter, brushed his teeth, went the bathroom twice, and hurried out to the Great Hall.
He saw every staff member there and gave them each a meaningful look. They knew he needed to talk to them. After breakfast he announced, "All day staff meeting, I'm afraid."
The staff, including Filch and Mrs. Norris, hurried to a back room.
"What is it, Albus?" Professor McGonagall's voice wavered in worry. Last time there was a big staff meeting that couldn't be delayed was...the Potters' death.
"Well, Minerva, it seems Natasha and Evan have unleashed the curse...and it has been traced to find the fates resting here in Hogwarts." The Headmaster told the many professors. They all visibly paled, except the new DADA teacher, who had no clue of what this "curse" was.
Dumbledore continued, "Please go give instructions to the rest of your classes, let us keep our planning tactics in order."
As the teachers scattered out of the room, Albus sighed and massaged his temples. "So wrong...and so early in the year."
~*~*~*~
The gang had no teachers the rest of the day. Hermione had begun to hyperventilate by the end of Potions, but luckily Snape was a no-show.
When they had their final class, Charms, and Professor Flitwick was not there, the students all shared a strong curiosity. Neville, on the other hand, was have a marvelous day. He was reading at super speeds and hadn't screwed up, (seeing as there was nothing to screw up).
At dinner the professors were all solemn faced and kept flinching whenever something loud sounded.
Draco noticed how pale Professor Snape was and when the owls came, how every teacher had their eyes darting this way and that.
The usual owls came: the eagle owl with sweets for Draco, the Howler to a few nameless students, Harry's tropical birds with Sirius's notes, and many other owls.
Dumbledore leaned over to Minerva. He whispered in her ear, "The packages have not come. They are all owls. We cannot afford losing another like Analise. She was the smartest of the batch."
McGonagall just nodded and ate more treacle fudge dessert.
As dinner came to an end, Professor Dumbledore stood and threw his arms into the air. Everyone silenced.
"Students! I have a grave announcement. Two of you are in danger, but, due to extreme circumstances, I have no knowledge of exactly who is in danger. Please, do not panic, it has nothing to do with Lord Voldemort. We have now increased the security in the school. Rules are as follows: Students must stay with those in their house at all times. You must go directly from class to class, and to lunch to class, and so on. Students must be in the common room as soon as the sun sets. If a staff member or myself catch you out, we will be forced to take extreme measures." He eyed Harry carefully. "No exceptions. Take care."
Everyone left the hall in a hurry, afraid what "extreme measures" meant.
"Harry, promise me you won't go out after hours!" Hermione said as soon as they departed the Great Hall.
"Aw! C'mon, Hermi. We could spy on the professors and find out what's goin' on!" Harry protested. He looked at Ron for support, but Ron just shook his head.
"Harry, I saw the look in Dumbledore's eyes. He meant no exceptions. I hate to admit it.but maybe Hermione is right." Ron said reluctantly.
"Fine." Harry said sadly. They walked to the Common Room as told and the three started a game of Exploding Snap.
Hermione stood up suddenly. "Oy, 'Mione! You jus' about knocked over the game." Ron complained.
"I need to do the summer work for Potions." Hermione squeaked as she ran to the dormitories.
"That girl is so lucky. I'd be buggered if the day I forgot Potions homework Snape fails to show up!" Ron said. Harry nodded in agreement. Hermione wrote clean-cut words on an extremely long parchment. She finished the paper in less than thirty minutes. In truth, all the information was in her head, which cut the workload in half.
When she finished, Hermione sat down on the window seat. Instantly, her hand reached up and touched the cold, frosted glass. It chilled her fingers as she sort of caressed the window. Before she knew it, her cheek was being cooled and soothed by the glass. The moon was out and made her become hypnotized.
She stood up and opened the window. She reached out, as if to touch something she could never have. She shook her head and closed the window thinking along the lines of, 'What was that all about?'
She changed into her pajamas, long cotton pants with a tank top and a knitted sweater, and she crawled into the thin sheets of her four poster bed.
As she slept, she dreamt of the moon and the stars twinkling along with the onyx lake as it glittered below the sky.
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How was it??? Did y'all like? I think I'm moving along with the plot and I hope I'll make at least 13 chapters! Erm.I am trying to depict all the characters as best as I can!!
Much Luv @-`---
The title of my ficlet is, "As Cold as a Black Rose". Ooooo... Erm... No homework!! YES!!!!! Also, Monday is Student Appreciation!! I mean, how many schools have teacher days, and watta bout the students. FREE DRESS!!!
Chapter 3: Albus's Owls
Hermione and Harry and Ron trudged to Potions after a hearty breakfast. Hermione was inwardly groaning and just about on mental-suicide, but on the outside she was smiling and humming= "Bye Bye Baby" from the old movie, "Gentleman Prefer Blondes".
"Bloody scray to see you so happy Herms." Harry mumbled.
"Oh, Harry, don't you realize how wonderful it is to be in school?" Hermione said, sighing. Harry reddened as he was enjoying his time away from the Dursley's, not to mention Hogwarts was his actual home.
"Ugh. I would rather be..." Ron trailed off as they entered the class. Upon the board was the message: HAVE A MEETING WITH DUMBLEDORE. TAKE OUT HOMEWORK AND READ CH. 1.
"Oh, crap!!!!!" Hermione said a little too loudly, receiving odd stares.
"Hermione? Using an obsenity?" Ron chuckled. "What's wrong?"
"I-I-I-I foe-foe-forgot m-my homework." She was blushing furiously and on the verge of tears.
"OY!! In the worst class too!! We had a 5' parchment on Cheering Potions." Harry yelped, voice carcking at the severity. "He's gonna kill you."
Hermione just nodded and laid her head on the desk, fighting the strong urge to cry. This kind of thing didn't happen to a girl like Hermione Granger.
She felt angry at herself. She started to rythmically hit her head on the desk.
"What happened?" Lavender Brown whispered to Harry, as one would whisper to a doctor if the doctor's mental patient were in the room.
"Forgot to do her homework." Ron told her softly.
"Uh-oh." Came a hoarse reply. Hermione took out her book: Advanced Potions For Year Six. (AN: I tricked ya in Ch. 1, with the big A on the book you mighta' thought it was Arithmancy!)
She read the chapter and started to moan quietly. Ron assured Hermione it would be alright, but she just continued to cover her head with her hands.
"What's takin' Snape so long?" Harry wondered out loud.
~*~*~*~Headmaster's Office, 3 hours earlier~*~*~*~
Dumbledore's decrepit figure moved quietly to the window at 6 AM. His pajamas were wrinkled from sleeping crooked and his beard was tangled. He opened the window silently and a magnificent white dove with two gold and silver feathers flew in.
"Oh, my." He whispered, afraid of what the message was. He took the letter and gave the dove a bowl of food. He fixed his beard and pulled on a silk bath robe.
"Let's see what you've got there." Albus Dumbledore said in his raspy voice.
He unrolled a piece of parchment. As the parchments' curvy script glistened with the dancing fire that just started, he sat down. The ink was silver transitioning to gold and fading back to silver again.
A misty smoke that sparkled filled the air. The fog whispered, "We believe the angel Natasha and her husband, Evan. Our prophesy has been updated, Albus, we have found it states a reuniting in your school. Please understand Natasha and Evan are never wrong. They found the endless prophesy comes to your educational school. We believe you know what prophesy is. Right? Good. Oh, and Albus: the curse or spell, however you refer to it, will begin and end this winter and early spring. We wish you and the prophetics well.
"Sincerely, Olivia, Madaline, Bella, Natalie, Heidi, 'Trina, and Analise." The smoke disappeared and left the old headmaster with a silver and gold drenched parchment, not to mention a lot of worries.
"Oh, my, my, my." He said. He scurried out to his room and threw on a set of crystal blue robes and his purple pointed hat. He clipped his toe nails, wrote a reply to that letter, brushed his teeth, went the bathroom twice, and hurried out to the Great Hall.
He saw every staff member there and gave them each a meaningful look. They knew he needed to talk to them. After breakfast he announced, "All day staff meeting, I'm afraid."
The staff, including Filch and Mrs. Norris, hurried to a back room.
"What is it, Albus?" Professor McGonagall's voice wavered in worry. Last time there was a big staff meeting that couldn't be delayed was...the Potters' death.
"Well, Minerva, it seems Natasha and Evan have unleashed the curse...and it has been traced to find the fates resting here in Hogwarts." The Headmaster told the many professors. They all visibly paled, except the new DADA teacher, who had no clue of what this "curse" was.
Dumbledore continued, "Please go give instructions to the rest of your classes, let us keep our planning tactics in order."
As the teachers scattered out of the room, Albus sighed and massaged his temples. "So wrong...and so early in the year."
~*~*~*~
The gang had no teachers the rest of the day. Hermione had begun to hyperventilate by the end of Potions, but luckily Snape was a no-show.
When they had their final class, Charms, and Professor Flitwick was not there, the students all shared a strong curiosity. Neville, on the other hand, was have a marvelous day. He was reading at super speeds and hadn't screwed up, (seeing as there was nothing to screw up).
At dinner the professors were all solemn faced and kept flinching whenever something loud sounded.
Draco noticed how pale Professor Snape was and when the owls came, how every teacher had their eyes darting this way and that.
The usual owls came: the eagle owl with sweets for Draco, the Howler to a few nameless students, Harry's tropical birds with Sirius's notes, and many other owls.
Dumbledore leaned over to Minerva. He whispered in her ear, "The packages have not come. They are all owls. We cannot afford losing another like Analise. She was the smartest of the batch."
McGonagall just nodded and ate more treacle fudge dessert.
As dinner came to an end, Professor Dumbledore stood and threw his arms into the air. Everyone silenced.
"Students! I have a grave announcement. Two of you are in danger, but, due to extreme circumstances, I have no knowledge of exactly who is in danger. Please, do not panic, it has nothing to do with Lord Voldemort. We have now increased the security in the school. Rules are as follows: Students must stay with those in their house at all times. You must go directly from class to class, and to lunch to class, and so on. Students must be in the common room as soon as the sun sets. If a staff member or myself catch you out, we will be forced to take extreme measures." He eyed Harry carefully. "No exceptions. Take care."
Everyone left the hall in a hurry, afraid what "extreme measures" meant.
"Harry, promise me you won't go out after hours!" Hermione said as soon as they departed the Great Hall.
"Aw! C'mon, Hermi. We could spy on the professors and find out what's goin' on!" Harry protested. He looked at Ron for support, but Ron just shook his head.
"Harry, I saw the look in Dumbledore's eyes. He meant no exceptions. I hate to admit it.but maybe Hermione is right." Ron said reluctantly.
"Fine." Harry said sadly. They walked to the Common Room as told and the three started a game of Exploding Snap.
Hermione stood up suddenly. "Oy, 'Mione! You jus' about knocked over the game." Ron complained.
"I need to do the summer work for Potions." Hermione squeaked as she ran to the dormitories.
"That girl is so lucky. I'd be buggered if the day I forgot Potions homework Snape fails to show up!" Ron said. Harry nodded in agreement. Hermione wrote clean-cut words on an extremely long parchment. She finished the paper in less than thirty minutes. In truth, all the information was in her head, which cut the workload in half.
When she finished, Hermione sat down on the window seat. Instantly, her hand reached up and touched the cold, frosted glass. It chilled her fingers as she sort of caressed the window. Before she knew it, her cheek was being cooled and soothed by the glass. The moon was out and made her become hypnotized.
She stood up and opened the window. She reached out, as if to touch something she could never have. She shook her head and closed the window thinking along the lines of, 'What was that all about?'
She changed into her pajamas, long cotton pants with a tank top and a knitted sweater, and she crawled into the thin sheets of her four poster bed.
As she slept, she dreamt of the moon and the stars twinkling along with the onyx lake as it glittered below the sky.
~~~~~~~
How was it??? Did y'all like? I think I'm moving along with the plot and I hope I'll make at least 13 chapters! Erm.I am trying to depict all the characters as best as I can!!
Much Luv @-`---