OK, here is the next part. It's short, but it does explain some little
things.
One thing that slytheringurl4u pointed out to me was the fact that the Creevy's are muggle born wizards who are brothers. So, I added a lil something about them in here. She also pointed out something about Samantha being the head of Ravenclaw... hand on, I do have a lil plan for that in a conversation between her and Sirius or something... it'll be in an upcoming chapter. Thanks for catching it though!
Xing@fanfiction.net wanted to know if there was going to be any romance between Sirius and Samantha... just keep reading my friend, you may be pleasently surprised.
I could really use a beta reader. I was going back and reading my previous chapters and I realize how much I suck! There are grammer errors and continunity errors. I went back into Chapter 4 and changed the fact that Harry, Ron and Hermione were really in the Head Boy/Girl common room when Ron came in exhausted from his escapades with Draco and the toothbrushes. Go back if you want the correct version. So, if anyone was to beta read for me. On average I usually have a 5-6 page chapter every other week... unless there's a snow day or vacation time (ie- March is Spring Break = loooong nights on the laptop). I would like to have it posted no more than 48 hrs after I finish it if someone would be willing to do it in that short of time... anyone? Please e-mail me. Enjoy part 5!
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Anything but Ordinary, Part 5
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"I was afraid of this," Dumbledore admitted, gravely. "Have a seat, Harry," he said, summoning a chair. Harry sat down between Sirius and Remus and took a shaky breath. He placed his hands in this lap, holding them down so no one could see them shaking. "When did it start, Harry?"
"This evening. Well actually just a few minutes ago. It happened all of a sudden. Not slowly, but it hit full force," he explained.
"Can you still feel it?" Snape asked.
"Actually, no," he said, a little confused. He reached up and touched his scar. The burning was gone, and just a dull ache was left in its place.
"Our belief is that Voldemort is still dead," Dumbledore explained. "We have been in contact with many people the world over, and there have been no rumors or stirrings that would indicate his return. However, many Death Eaters did survive as you well know," Dumbledore. "It is quite possible that one, or several of them are trying to take their former Master's place."
"But why would my scar be affected if it's not Voldemort himself?" Harry asked, looking at each of his professors and his godfather.
"We don't have an answer for that question yet, Harry," Samantha said.
"I suggest you head back to your dormitory and try to get some sleep. Someone will contact you as soon as we know anything further," Dumbledore said. "Oh and please come to me if you feel anything out of the ordinary, all right?"
"Yes, Professor," Harry said, quietly. As he stood, the others did as well and everyone began to make their way out of the office, save Dumbledore.
"Harry, I'll walk you back to your dormitory," Sirius offered. They both headed down a darkened corridor toward his and Hermione's tower. "How are you feeling?"
"Better, I guess," Harry told him. "I feel kind of stupid," he admitted.
"Never feel stupid or ashamed of what you feel. No one can ever tell you that you don't have pain," Sirius insisted. "It must have been frightening to wake up in the middle of the night and be in pain."
Harry stayed silent. He wasn't sure he wanted his godfather to know where he had been before he ran to Dumbledore's office. He turned around suddenly at a sound he heard. It was Samantha. "I'm sorry," she said awkwardly. "I didn't want to interrupt you both."
"It's quite all right," Sirius said. "Are you headed for the Professor's tower?" Samantha nodded. "Well, it's on my way," he said.
"How do you know where the Professor's tower is?" Samantha asked, catching up to them.
"The multitude of things I know about Hogwarts would blow your mind, my dear," he said, with a grin. "Well, Harry, this is where we leave you," Sirius said, as they neared the portrait of the sorceress. "Rest easy," Sirius said.
"Good night, Sirius. Good night, Professor Granger," Harry said. He then turned to the portrait of the sorceress in the black gown.
"Well, good evening Mr. Potter. You sure did run out of here fast. Are you all right?" She asked in her soft song-like voice.
"Yes, I'm all right. Oculus Reparo," he recited.
"Good night, Mr. Potter," Rowena said, as her portrait swung open.
Harry strolled into the common room, and went directly to the couch where Hermione lay sleeping. He knelt beside her and touched her cheek. She stirred and opened her eyes slightly. "Where did you go?" She whispered.
"I'll tell you in the morning," he promised. "Let's go to bed," Harry pulled back the quilt and took her hands, lifting her to her feet. He put and arm around her shoulders and guided her up the stairs to her room. Hermione was almost asleep on her feet and Harry chuckled as he set her down on her bed and took off her shoes. "Are you going to be mad at me when you wake up and find your uniform a wrinkled mess?"
Hermione shook her head no, and crawled under her covers. Once again, Harry tucked her in and ducked out of her door and crossed the hall into his room.
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Meanwhile, Samantha and Sirius were walking down the darkened halls of the quiet school. "Thank you for the rose," Samantha said, "and the note."
"I meant every word," Sirius told her. "You fascinate me."
"And why is that, Mr. Black?"
"Please, call me Sirius," he insisted. Samantha smiled and nodded. "Well, first off, you're a witch born to muggles who has a sister who is also a witch. I've never heard of such a phenomenon."
"Well, there are two brothers in Gryffindor who were born to muggles. I can't explain it," she told him.
They continued down the darkened hallways and down several staircases. "Why did you study in America?"
"That's where I was accepted. I was part of a specially selected group of young students who were to be trained at witches and wizards to defeat Voldemort if things got very out of hand," she told him.
"So, basically, you were being trained as soldiers incase my generation was killed off," Sirius tried to understand.
"In a way yes, but also no. I wasn't going to be a soldier, I was going to be trained just like any other child, but my duties would most likely fall in the category of an auror, not a professor or researcher," she explained.
"I understand," he said. "But we defeated Voldemort, and yet you stayed in America."
"Well, once you taste it, you can't go back!"
"Not true!" Sirius argued, good naturedly. "I was there, I don't want to go back!"
"You were there to visit, I was there to stay. I don't think I would go back though, I agree. I missed my roots," she said.
"You don't sound like it," he teased.
"Meaning what?"
"Well you sound like an American!"
"Hermione mentioned that too. Is it that noticeable?" She asked. Sirius nodded and laughed. "I'll just have to spend some time with the British to get my 'accent' back."
"You can spend all the time you could ever want with me," he said.
"I think I'd like that," she said. They approached a portrait of a man dressed in blue who was holding an eagle on his arm.
"This is where I leave you, Professor," Sirius said.
"If I can call you Sirius, you can most certainly call me Samantha," she insisted.
"Well then, good night, Samantha," he said. Sirius leaned in and gently kissed Samantha's cheek. As he pulled back, Samantha looked over at him with a small smile.
"Good night, Sirius," she said quietly. He smiled and walked away. Samantha laid a hand on her cheek and felt the warm blush. She turned to the portrait and recited the password, "Lexicon," the portrait swung open. Samantha peered around it to see Sirius round a corner and disappear. She slipped inside and the door shut behind her.
End part 5
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I know, I know! Just a short little part! But you gotta understand that I am snowed in my house with nothing better to do! Please click on the review button and give me some luuuuuuuuv!
One thing that slytheringurl4u pointed out to me was the fact that the Creevy's are muggle born wizards who are brothers. So, I added a lil something about them in here. She also pointed out something about Samantha being the head of Ravenclaw... hand on, I do have a lil plan for that in a conversation between her and Sirius or something... it'll be in an upcoming chapter. Thanks for catching it though!
Xing@fanfiction.net wanted to know if there was going to be any romance between Sirius and Samantha... just keep reading my friend, you may be pleasently surprised.
I could really use a beta reader. I was going back and reading my previous chapters and I realize how much I suck! There are grammer errors and continunity errors. I went back into Chapter 4 and changed the fact that Harry, Ron and Hermione were really in the Head Boy/Girl common room when Ron came in exhausted from his escapades with Draco and the toothbrushes. Go back if you want the correct version. So, if anyone was to beta read for me. On average I usually have a 5-6 page chapter every other week... unless there's a snow day or vacation time (ie- March is Spring Break = loooong nights on the laptop). I would like to have it posted no more than 48 hrs after I finish it if someone would be willing to do it in that short of time... anyone? Please e-mail me. Enjoy part 5!
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Anything but Ordinary, Part 5
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"I was afraid of this," Dumbledore admitted, gravely. "Have a seat, Harry," he said, summoning a chair. Harry sat down between Sirius and Remus and took a shaky breath. He placed his hands in this lap, holding them down so no one could see them shaking. "When did it start, Harry?"
"This evening. Well actually just a few minutes ago. It happened all of a sudden. Not slowly, but it hit full force," he explained.
"Can you still feel it?" Snape asked.
"Actually, no," he said, a little confused. He reached up and touched his scar. The burning was gone, and just a dull ache was left in its place.
"Our belief is that Voldemort is still dead," Dumbledore explained. "We have been in contact with many people the world over, and there have been no rumors or stirrings that would indicate his return. However, many Death Eaters did survive as you well know," Dumbledore. "It is quite possible that one, or several of them are trying to take their former Master's place."
"But why would my scar be affected if it's not Voldemort himself?" Harry asked, looking at each of his professors and his godfather.
"We don't have an answer for that question yet, Harry," Samantha said.
"I suggest you head back to your dormitory and try to get some sleep. Someone will contact you as soon as we know anything further," Dumbledore said. "Oh and please come to me if you feel anything out of the ordinary, all right?"
"Yes, Professor," Harry said, quietly. As he stood, the others did as well and everyone began to make their way out of the office, save Dumbledore.
"Harry, I'll walk you back to your dormitory," Sirius offered. They both headed down a darkened corridor toward his and Hermione's tower. "How are you feeling?"
"Better, I guess," Harry told him. "I feel kind of stupid," he admitted.
"Never feel stupid or ashamed of what you feel. No one can ever tell you that you don't have pain," Sirius insisted. "It must have been frightening to wake up in the middle of the night and be in pain."
Harry stayed silent. He wasn't sure he wanted his godfather to know where he had been before he ran to Dumbledore's office. He turned around suddenly at a sound he heard. It was Samantha. "I'm sorry," she said awkwardly. "I didn't want to interrupt you both."
"It's quite all right," Sirius said. "Are you headed for the Professor's tower?" Samantha nodded. "Well, it's on my way," he said.
"How do you know where the Professor's tower is?" Samantha asked, catching up to them.
"The multitude of things I know about Hogwarts would blow your mind, my dear," he said, with a grin. "Well, Harry, this is where we leave you," Sirius said, as they neared the portrait of the sorceress. "Rest easy," Sirius said.
"Good night, Sirius. Good night, Professor Granger," Harry said. He then turned to the portrait of the sorceress in the black gown.
"Well, good evening Mr. Potter. You sure did run out of here fast. Are you all right?" She asked in her soft song-like voice.
"Yes, I'm all right. Oculus Reparo," he recited.
"Good night, Mr. Potter," Rowena said, as her portrait swung open.
Harry strolled into the common room, and went directly to the couch where Hermione lay sleeping. He knelt beside her and touched her cheek. She stirred and opened her eyes slightly. "Where did you go?" She whispered.
"I'll tell you in the morning," he promised. "Let's go to bed," Harry pulled back the quilt and took her hands, lifting her to her feet. He put and arm around her shoulders and guided her up the stairs to her room. Hermione was almost asleep on her feet and Harry chuckled as he set her down on her bed and took off her shoes. "Are you going to be mad at me when you wake up and find your uniform a wrinkled mess?"
Hermione shook her head no, and crawled under her covers. Once again, Harry tucked her in and ducked out of her door and crossed the hall into his room.
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Meanwhile, Samantha and Sirius were walking down the darkened halls of the quiet school. "Thank you for the rose," Samantha said, "and the note."
"I meant every word," Sirius told her. "You fascinate me."
"And why is that, Mr. Black?"
"Please, call me Sirius," he insisted. Samantha smiled and nodded. "Well, first off, you're a witch born to muggles who has a sister who is also a witch. I've never heard of such a phenomenon."
"Well, there are two brothers in Gryffindor who were born to muggles. I can't explain it," she told him.
They continued down the darkened hallways and down several staircases. "Why did you study in America?"
"That's where I was accepted. I was part of a specially selected group of young students who were to be trained at witches and wizards to defeat Voldemort if things got very out of hand," she told him.
"So, basically, you were being trained as soldiers incase my generation was killed off," Sirius tried to understand.
"In a way yes, but also no. I wasn't going to be a soldier, I was going to be trained just like any other child, but my duties would most likely fall in the category of an auror, not a professor or researcher," she explained.
"I understand," he said. "But we defeated Voldemort, and yet you stayed in America."
"Well, once you taste it, you can't go back!"
"Not true!" Sirius argued, good naturedly. "I was there, I don't want to go back!"
"You were there to visit, I was there to stay. I don't think I would go back though, I agree. I missed my roots," she said.
"You don't sound like it," he teased.
"Meaning what?"
"Well you sound like an American!"
"Hermione mentioned that too. Is it that noticeable?" She asked. Sirius nodded and laughed. "I'll just have to spend some time with the British to get my 'accent' back."
"You can spend all the time you could ever want with me," he said.
"I think I'd like that," she said. They approached a portrait of a man dressed in blue who was holding an eagle on his arm.
"This is where I leave you, Professor," Sirius said.
"If I can call you Sirius, you can most certainly call me Samantha," she insisted.
"Well then, good night, Samantha," he said. Sirius leaned in and gently kissed Samantha's cheek. As he pulled back, Samantha looked over at him with a small smile.
"Good night, Sirius," she said quietly. He smiled and walked away. Samantha laid a hand on her cheek and felt the warm blush. She turned to the portrait and recited the password, "Lexicon," the portrait swung open. Samantha peered around it to see Sirius round a corner and disappear. She slipped inside and the door shut behind her.
End part 5
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I know, I know! Just a short little part! But you gotta understand that I am snowed in my house with nothing better to do! Please click on the review button and give me some luuuuuuuuv!