Here's some more. Hope you enjoy. I think I'm making it R/Hr, though I'm
still not sure.
DISCLAIMERS: I again disclaim it all.
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Harry awoke the next morning and realized he was the only one left in bed. He went downstairs and found Ron and Hermione engaged in a quiet conversation on the couch, and Ginny and Colin were playing a game of chess in the corner. He yawned and stretched looking at the clock on the wall. It was only 9:30 , so no one had picked up their schedules yet.
"Morning," he mumbled, and the quiet conversation stopped. Odd, he thought, but dismissed it. "Morning Harry. Why don't you go get dressed and we'll go get our schedules." Hermione was taking on her matter-of-fact tone. At Harry's confused look, Ron broke in.
"Dumbledore moved pick up back an hour to give enough time for the thing at noon." Harry nodded and went back upstairs to change. His friends were waiting for him when he came back downstairs, and the three of them walked in silence to the Great Hall. They waited in the long line, and finally received their schedules. Ron groaned as he looked at his.
"We have Divination first thing!" he told Harry.
"Actually, I dropped that class last year. I get enough premonitions about the future with this." He rubbed his scar.
"Thanks for telling me! Now I have to deal with that crazy old bat alone!" Harry chuckled.
"Don't worry, I'll still help you come up with disasters. What's the rest of your schedule like?"
Ron gaped as he read the rest. "Well, I have Double Potions with Slytherins, Double Transfiguration with Hufflepuff, Double Charms with Ravenclaw, Defense against the Dark Arts, and, er," he stopped. Harry prodded him with a finger.
"Well?"
"Oh, I'm in Advanced Care of Magical Creatures," he said softly.
"That's great Ron! Advanced classes are for sixth and seventh years, and then only with special permission." Hermione was practically squealing.
"Well, what about you 'Mione? I'm sure all of yours are Advanced." Ron shoved his schedule in his pocket and waited.
"Well, I'm in Advanced Charms and Advanced Transfiguration. I still have Arithmancy, Defense against the Dark Arts, and Double Potions with you Ron. What about you Harry?"
Harry looked at his schedule and nearly fell out of his chair.
"Harry, what is it?" Hermione looked at him with concern.
"I'm, uh, in Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, Double Transfiguration with Hufflepuff, Double Charms with Ravenclaw, Defense against the Dark Arts, and uh. . ."
"What Harry?"
"I have Advanced Potions first thing."
'What?!?" They both yelled at the same time, which cause a reverberation throughout the Great Hall. Everyone turned to look at them, and they went back to the Gryffindor common room.
"This is crazy!" Harry yelled as he plopped down on the couch. "Dumbledore's lost his mind!" Ron smiled and Harry rounded on him. "What's so funny?"
"Do you think Snape knows yet?" He began to chuckle and Hermione joined him. Snape would go absolutely ballistic as soon as he found out, and Harry hoped he hadn't heard. He couldn't wait to see the greasy git's face Harry sat in his Advanced Potions class the next morning.
As the three of them sat discussing their schedules and possible lessons this year, most of the Gryffindors came in and out. They soon realized it was 11:45, and decided to get out to the pitch early. On their way there, Ron tapped Harry on the shoulder.
"When are Quidditch tryouts?"
Harry smiled. "This afternoon, four I think." The three of them walked out onto the pitch and up into the stands. Surprisingly, there were already a large number of people already there, but they managed to push their way to the front.
Harry had never really seen the field from the stands, and he found himself longing for his Firebolt. They heard Dumbledore call the remaining students out to the pitch and took his place in the stands. Harry scanned the faculty stands for Professor Snape, and soon found him talking to Professor McAdy. Good, Harry thought, he hasn't found out. If Snape knew he was in Advanced Potions his fifth year, he'd be giving him a death glare until he graduated. Advanced Potions was by far the most difficult class at Hogwarts. Only a handful of students made it there, and then only in their seventh year. He only knew of one Gryffindor in that class, the Head Girl. Michelle Christenson was a lot like Hermione in academics, but she only knew a lot about one or two subjects, whereas Herm knew a lot about everything.
Dumbledore enhanced his voice to project across the field. As he was about to greet everyone, a screech emerged from the other end of the field. Everyone looked as a herd of ugly creatures emerged from the forest.
"Skrewts!" Someone yelled. Harry had to agree; they did look a lot like Blast-ended Skrewts. Except these creatures were about 30 feet tall and jet black. They had fangs protruding from both of their mouths, and each of their legs came to a point, so as to impale anything, or anyone, they stepped on.
DISCLAIMERS: I again disclaim it all.
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Harry awoke the next morning and realized he was the only one left in bed. He went downstairs and found Ron and Hermione engaged in a quiet conversation on the couch, and Ginny and Colin were playing a game of chess in the corner. He yawned and stretched looking at the clock on the wall. It was only 9:30 , so no one had picked up their schedules yet.
"Morning," he mumbled, and the quiet conversation stopped. Odd, he thought, but dismissed it. "Morning Harry. Why don't you go get dressed and we'll go get our schedules." Hermione was taking on her matter-of-fact tone. At Harry's confused look, Ron broke in.
"Dumbledore moved pick up back an hour to give enough time for the thing at noon." Harry nodded and went back upstairs to change. His friends were waiting for him when he came back downstairs, and the three of them walked in silence to the Great Hall. They waited in the long line, and finally received their schedules. Ron groaned as he looked at his.
"We have Divination first thing!" he told Harry.
"Actually, I dropped that class last year. I get enough premonitions about the future with this." He rubbed his scar.
"Thanks for telling me! Now I have to deal with that crazy old bat alone!" Harry chuckled.
"Don't worry, I'll still help you come up with disasters. What's the rest of your schedule like?"
Ron gaped as he read the rest. "Well, I have Double Potions with Slytherins, Double Transfiguration with Hufflepuff, Double Charms with Ravenclaw, Defense against the Dark Arts, and, er," he stopped. Harry prodded him with a finger.
"Well?"
"Oh, I'm in Advanced Care of Magical Creatures," he said softly.
"That's great Ron! Advanced classes are for sixth and seventh years, and then only with special permission." Hermione was practically squealing.
"Well, what about you 'Mione? I'm sure all of yours are Advanced." Ron shoved his schedule in his pocket and waited.
"Well, I'm in Advanced Charms and Advanced Transfiguration. I still have Arithmancy, Defense against the Dark Arts, and Double Potions with you Ron. What about you Harry?"
Harry looked at his schedule and nearly fell out of his chair.
"Harry, what is it?" Hermione looked at him with concern.
"I'm, uh, in Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, Double Transfiguration with Hufflepuff, Double Charms with Ravenclaw, Defense against the Dark Arts, and uh. . ."
"What Harry?"
"I have Advanced Potions first thing."
'What?!?" They both yelled at the same time, which cause a reverberation throughout the Great Hall. Everyone turned to look at them, and they went back to the Gryffindor common room.
"This is crazy!" Harry yelled as he plopped down on the couch. "Dumbledore's lost his mind!" Ron smiled and Harry rounded on him. "What's so funny?"
"Do you think Snape knows yet?" He began to chuckle and Hermione joined him. Snape would go absolutely ballistic as soon as he found out, and Harry hoped he hadn't heard. He couldn't wait to see the greasy git's face Harry sat in his Advanced Potions class the next morning.
As the three of them sat discussing their schedules and possible lessons this year, most of the Gryffindors came in and out. They soon realized it was 11:45, and decided to get out to the pitch early. On their way there, Ron tapped Harry on the shoulder.
"When are Quidditch tryouts?"
Harry smiled. "This afternoon, four I think." The three of them walked out onto the pitch and up into the stands. Surprisingly, there were already a large number of people already there, but they managed to push their way to the front.
Harry had never really seen the field from the stands, and he found himself longing for his Firebolt. They heard Dumbledore call the remaining students out to the pitch and took his place in the stands. Harry scanned the faculty stands for Professor Snape, and soon found him talking to Professor McAdy. Good, Harry thought, he hasn't found out. If Snape knew he was in Advanced Potions his fifth year, he'd be giving him a death glare until he graduated. Advanced Potions was by far the most difficult class at Hogwarts. Only a handful of students made it there, and then only in their seventh year. He only knew of one Gryffindor in that class, the Head Girl. Michelle Christenson was a lot like Hermione in academics, but she only knew a lot about one or two subjects, whereas Herm knew a lot about everything.
Dumbledore enhanced his voice to project across the field. As he was about to greet everyone, a screech emerged from the other end of the field. Everyone looked as a herd of ugly creatures emerged from the forest.
"Skrewts!" Someone yelled. Harry had to agree; they did look a lot like Blast-ended Skrewts. Except these creatures were about 30 feet tall and jet black. They had fangs protruding from both of their mouths, and each of their legs came to a point, so as to impale anything, or anyone, they stepped on.