2nd chapter
I know, I know. I said I wouldn't update until I got 10 reviews. but I got some inspiration, so I decided 2 write.
I DON'T OWN ANY OF THIS.
The flashback has ended!!!!!!!!!!
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Harry slammed right onto the hard, cold concrete with a groan.
"Yuck." Ron muttered disgustedly, spitting out the ashes in his mouth.
"Can you see Hermione?" Harry asked, peering over the crowds in Leaky Cauldron.
Ron jerked to attention. "What? You can see Hermione?" He asked, panicked. "Do I look off, Harry? C'mon. Tell me."
"You look fine." Harry said, grinning, averting his eyes. Ron's interest for Hermione had grown ever since the Yule ball, when Viktor Krum asked Hermione out.
"Are you sure, Harry? Are you sure she won't."
"Hi, Harry!" Hermione hugged him enthusiastically, and then worry instantly came over in her eyes. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah." Harry nodded.
Ron waited expectantly for Hermione to hug him as well.
However, Hermione was rummaging around her bag. "Look. read this. I bought it in a bookstore in Heathrow Airport."
It was a Muggle Book titled. '1000 ways to make yourself happy, for Idiots.'
"Gee. thanks." Harry said. "What does it do?"
"You read it." Hermione gave him a look.
Harry choked. "WHAT?"
She gave a cross noise. "READING, Harry. It was in your vocabulary last year."
"Death was also in his vocab as well." Ron muttered, glaring resentfully at Harry. "C'mon, Harry, let's go in." He jerked his head to the back of Leaky Cauldron.
"Wait!" Hermione was rummaging in her bag. "Look. I've got this for you."
Ron's expression brightened. "What?"
Hermione smiled at him as she handed in an intricately wrapped package. "Go on, look at it!"
Ron quickly unwrapped it, having trouble with the paper. "Gee, thanks, Hermione!" He said enthusiastically, ripping open the paper.
Then his expression drooped. "Nice. figurine." He said, pulling out a bronze Krum.
"You were so obsessed with Krum last year. I thought you might like it. I convinced him so hard to let you. look! It's even got his signature on the back. look!"
"Thanks, Mione." Ron said, forcing enthusiasm. "C'mon Harry." He quickly rushed Harry to the wall.
"What is wrong with me? Do I have a burn or something?" He complained in undertone. As he prodded the bricks and they reorganized themselves to form an entrance.
"You look fine." Harry said, not really caring, because right there, he saw Cho Chang.
"Hey, Cho!" He said.
"Hi, Harry." Cho mustered a weak smile. "How was your summer?"
"It was good."
"Really? That's nice."
"CC! Come on! Lets go!" One of Cho's friends yanked her away.
"Yeah. Bye Harry!" Cho said.
"There you are." Hermione said. "Why did you go so fast?"
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Later, after they brought most of their things, they had ice cream in Florean Fortescue's ice creamery.
"Who do you think is going to be Moody's replacement?" Asked Ron.
Harry shrugged, and then elbowed Ron. "Look at Mione."
Hermione seemed to be in a daze. Her ice cream had been reduced to a soup, but she still hadn't eaten it. Her eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed. Tiny wrinkles were in her forehead, as if she was trying to recall something.
"Hey. Hermione!"
Harry had a sudden urge to dump the ice cream over her head. He blinked.
Why?
Because of.
What?
Just then, Malfoy sauntered in, with his friends/ protectors, Crabbe and Goyle.
"What's wrong with the Mudblood? Did someone Stun her?" Malfoy asked loudly.
Ron lunged. "Don't you call her a MUDBLOOD. You."
Eagerly, Crabbe blocked him.
"Ouch."
"Ron, are you OK?"
Just then, Hermione woke up. "What is going on?" She asked in a dazed voice.
Malfoy's expression froze.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Harry slugged him right on the nose.
"Boys, break up the fight, or otherwise I'll have to ask you to go out of the Ice-creamery." Florean said.
They slouched back to their tables.
"What on earth?" Hermione rubbed her eyes. "Why are we here?"
"We're here to eat ice cream. Ron suggested it." Harry said, eyeing her melted cup.
"Oh." Hermione gave a blank smile. "Sorry, just dozed off a little."
Harry noticed that Malfoy was giving Hermione a very weird look.
"What's up with Malfoy?"
"Who knows? I really want to learn the ferret spell." Hermione gazed at her books longingly. "What do you think?"
She was avoiding the question.
Even Harry could tell.
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Krum apparated in Hogsmede, casting an apprehensive look around him. The town appeared fairly empty, with only a few people scuttling about.
Quickly, before anyone would recognise him, he ran to Hogwarts.
Surprisingly, although there was a school break, the gates of Hogwarts were still open. It was deserted.
He walked carefully, looking around him.
Carefully, he went through the entrance, the to the Great Hall. Everywhere was silent. His footsteps echoed everywhere.
"Ah, Viktor Krum. What are you doing here?"
Krum spun around.
It was Professor Dumbledore.
"Good afternoon, Professor." He said nervously. "May I speak to you?"
"Very well. Why not we take this to my office?" Dumbledore said pleasantly.
"Ok."
Dumbledore led him through the halls, and then halted in front of a stone gargoyle. "Cockroach cluster." He said.
The gargoyle split open.
They stepped onto the platform, which went up to Dumbledore's office. "Now, Viktor. Why do you want to talk to me?"
"Sir, I heard that there was an opening for the Defence Against Dark Arts position." Krum said, "is there still an opening for it?"
"Yes, in fact, there is. Alastor Moody decided not to teach after his. ah.. accident, last year."
"Can I have the position?"
"Have you had any experience? It is to my knowledge that Durmstrang didn't teach Defence against Dark Arts, preferring to teach Dark Arts instead."
"Sir. I haff studied greatly about Defence against Dark arts."
Dumbledore gave him a long, piercing look.
"The job's yours." He said finally, after a long silence.
Krum stood up, smiling. "Thank you, Professor. I promise you will not regret it!"
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Harry dragged his trunk along the ground, trying to lift it up on to the train.
"Ouch, 'Arry." Groaned Ron. "That was my toe!"
"Sorry." Harry gave his trunk a heave, the pushed it up.
The train gave some warning puffs, then the doors closed and they set off.
After finding an empty compartment, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down, discussing the O.W.Ls.
"They aren't really that hard." Hermione said in an assuring tone. "I already did a few practice papers. You just need to know your spells, that's all."
"Won't that be easy." Mumbled Ron, who was in a very foul mood.
Then, they heard a familiar voice from outside the carriage.
"-Not to mention that Father also said that."
"Yes, what did your Father say?" Ron asked sarcastically. "We're dying to know."
Malfoy ignored them, but the trio just walked off.
Ron quirked an eyebrow, "that's the first time that's ever happened."
"Exploding Snap, anyone?" Hermione asked.
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By the time the train pulled into Hogsmeade, everyone had changed into their robes. "Hey, Harry!" Roared Hagrid, waving.
Harry waved back, grinning.
"First years! Here!" Hagrid directed all the new first years to him.
"I'm surprised why Dumbledore hasn't sacked him." Malfoy muttered from behind Harry.
"Shut up, Malfoy." Hermione said venomously.
"Sure, Granger." Malfoy smirked, then headed to a carriage.
"Here! This one's empty!" Ron shouted.
(Use your imagination for the next bit. OK? Cause I've got a slight block about what to write here. just presume they're now in the Great Hall.)
They filed into the Great Hal and took a seat.
Harry noticed many people giving him strange looks. Hermione gave him a reassuring look. "Don't worry. People will forget about it."
Harry shook his head. As much as he would like to forget about it himself, he knew it was not going to happen any more than Snape adopting him.
He looked up and the teacher's table. And gasped.
"Hermione!" Harry elbowed her.
"What?"
"Ron, look at the teacher's table!" Harry hissed.
Ron looked up from his glum contemplation of his empty plate, and saw.
"Viktor!" Hermione whispered, looking pale.
Ron frowned. "Shouldn't she be happy about this?" He muttered to Harry, looking envious.
Harry shrugged.
Hermione had a hand over her mouth. "God."
"Now what?" Ron asked.
"If he is a teacher here. he must have-"
She didn't need to finish her sentence. The three looked at each other awestruck. Krum had quit International Quidditch- for Hermione.
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If I do get reviews, I'll update, so please send reviews! :)
SK
I know, I know. I said I wouldn't update until I got 10 reviews. but I got some inspiration, so I decided 2 write.
I DON'T OWN ANY OF THIS.
The flashback has ended!!!!!!!!!!
:):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)
Harry slammed right onto the hard, cold concrete with a groan.
"Yuck." Ron muttered disgustedly, spitting out the ashes in his mouth.
"Can you see Hermione?" Harry asked, peering over the crowds in Leaky Cauldron.
Ron jerked to attention. "What? You can see Hermione?" He asked, panicked. "Do I look off, Harry? C'mon. Tell me."
"You look fine." Harry said, grinning, averting his eyes. Ron's interest for Hermione had grown ever since the Yule ball, when Viktor Krum asked Hermione out.
"Are you sure, Harry? Are you sure she won't."
"Hi, Harry!" Hermione hugged him enthusiastically, and then worry instantly came over in her eyes. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah." Harry nodded.
Ron waited expectantly for Hermione to hug him as well.
However, Hermione was rummaging around her bag. "Look. read this. I bought it in a bookstore in Heathrow Airport."
It was a Muggle Book titled. '1000 ways to make yourself happy, for Idiots.'
"Gee. thanks." Harry said. "What does it do?"
"You read it." Hermione gave him a look.
Harry choked. "WHAT?"
She gave a cross noise. "READING, Harry. It was in your vocabulary last year."
"Death was also in his vocab as well." Ron muttered, glaring resentfully at Harry. "C'mon, Harry, let's go in." He jerked his head to the back of Leaky Cauldron.
"Wait!" Hermione was rummaging in her bag. "Look. I've got this for you."
Ron's expression brightened. "What?"
Hermione smiled at him as she handed in an intricately wrapped package. "Go on, look at it!"
Ron quickly unwrapped it, having trouble with the paper. "Gee, thanks, Hermione!" He said enthusiastically, ripping open the paper.
Then his expression drooped. "Nice. figurine." He said, pulling out a bronze Krum.
"You were so obsessed with Krum last year. I thought you might like it. I convinced him so hard to let you. look! It's even got his signature on the back. look!"
"Thanks, Mione." Ron said, forcing enthusiasm. "C'mon Harry." He quickly rushed Harry to the wall.
"What is wrong with me? Do I have a burn or something?" He complained in undertone. As he prodded the bricks and they reorganized themselves to form an entrance.
"You look fine." Harry said, not really caring, because right there, he saw Cho Chang.
"Hey, Cho!" He said.
"Hi, Harry." Cho mustered a weak smile. "How was your summer?"
"It was good."
"Really? That's nice."
"CC! Come on! Lets go!" One of Cho's friends yanked her away.
"Yeah. Bye Harry!" Cho said.
"There you are." Hermione said. "Why did you go so fast?"
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()))(((())))))((((((())))))()((((((())))))(((( ()()()()()()
Later, after they brought most of their things, they had ice cream in Florean Fortescue's ice creamery.
"Who do you think is going to be Moody's replacement?" Asked Ron.
Harry shrugged, and then elbowed Ron. "Look at Mione."
Hermione seemed to be in a daze. Her ice cream had been reduced to a soup, but she still hadn't eaten it. Her eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed. Tiny wrinkles were in her forehead, as if she was trying to recall something.
"Hey. Hermione!"
Harry had a sudden urge to dump the ice cream over her head. He blinked.
Why?
Because of.
What?
Just then, Malfoy sauntered in, with his friends/ protectors, Crabbe and Goyle.
"What's wrong with the Mudblood? Did someone Stun her?" Malfoy asked loudly.
Ron lunged. "Don't you call her a MUDBLOOD. You."
Eagerly, Crabbe blocked him.
"Ouch."
"Ron, are you OK?"
Just then, Hermione woke up. "What is going on?" She asked in a dazed voice.
Malfoy's expression froze.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Harry slugged him right on the nose.
"Boys, break up the fight, or otherwise I'll have to ask you to go out of the Ice-creamery." Florean said.
They slouched back to their tables.
"What on earth?" Hermione rubbed her eyes. "Why are we here?"
"We're here to eat ice cream. Ron suggested it." Harry said, eyeing her melted cup.
"Oh." Hermione gave a blank smile. "Sorry, just dozed off a little."
Harry noticed that Malfoy was giving Hermione a very weird look.
"What's up with Malfoy?"
"Who knows? I really want to learn the ferret spell." Hermione gazed at her books longingly. "What do you think?"
She was avoiding the question.
Even Harry could tell.
~&*~&*~&*&~*&*~&*&*~&*&*~&*&*~&*&~*&*~&*&*~&*&*~&*&~*&*~
Krum apparated in Hogsmede, casting an apprehensive look around him. The town appeared fairly empty, with only a few people scuttling about.
Quickly, before anyone would recognise him, he ran to Hogwarts.
Surprisingly, although there was a school break, the gates of Hogwarts were still open. It was deserted.
He walked carefully, looking around him.
Carefully, he went through the entrance, the to the Great Hall. Everywhere was silent. His footsteps echoed everywhere.
"Ah, Viktor Krum. What are you doing here?"
Krum spun around.
It was Professor Dumbledore.
"Good afternoon, Professor." He said nervously. "May I speak to you?"
"Very well. Why not we take this to my office?" Dumbledore said pleasantly.
"Ok."
Dumbledore led him through the halls, and then halted in front of a stone gargoyle. "Cockroach cluster." He said.
The gargoyle split open.
They stepped onto the platform, which went up to Dumbledore's office. "Now, Viktor. Why do you want to talk to me?"
"Sir, I heard that there was an opening for the Defence Against Dark Arts position." Krum said, "is there still an opening for it?"
"Yes, in fact, there is. Alastor Moody decided not to teach after his. ah.. accident, last year."
"Can I have the position?"
"Have you had any experience? It is to my knowledge that Durmstrang didn't teach Defence against Dark Arts, preferring to teach Dark Arts instead."
"Sir. I haff studied greatly about Defence against Dark arts."
Dumbledore gave him a long, piercing look.
"The job's yours." He said finally, after a long silence.
Krum stood up, smiling. "Thank you, Professor. I promise you will not regret it!"
@#%#@%@%#%@%#%@%#%@%#%@%#%@%#%@%#%@%#%@%#%@
Harry dragged his trunk along the ground, trying to lift it up on to the train.
"Ouch, 'Arry." Groaned Ron. "That was my toe!"
"Sorry." Harry gave his trunk a heave, the pushed it up.
The train gave some warning puffs, then the doors closed and they set off.
After finding an empty compartment, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down, discussing the O.W.Ls.
"They aren't really that hard." Hermione said in an assuring tone. "I already did a few practice papers. You just need to know your spells, that's all."
"Won't that be easy." Mumbled Ron, who was in a very foul mood.
Then, they heard a familiar voice from outside the carriage.
"-Not to mention that Father also said that."
"Yes, what did your Father say?" Ron asked sarcastically. "We're dying to know."
Malfoy ignored them, but the trio just walked off.
Ron quirked an eyebrow, "that's the first time that's ever happened."
"Exploding Snap, anyone?" Hermione asked.
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By the time the train pulled into Hogsmeade, everyone had changed into their robes. "Hey, Harry!" Roared Hagrid, waving.
Harry waved back, grinning.
"First years! Here!" Hagrid directed all the new first years to him.
"I'm surprised why Dumbledore hasn't sacked him." Malfoy muttered from behind Harry.
"Shut up, Malfoy." Hermione said venomously.
"Sure, Granger." Malfoy smirked, then headed to a carriage.
"Here! This one's empty!" Ron shouted.
(Use your imagination for the next bit. OK? Cause I've got a slight block about what to write here. just presume they're now in the Great Hall.)
They filed into the Great Hal and took a seat.
Harry noticed many people giving him strange looks. Hermione gave him a reassuring look. "Don't worry. People will forget about it."
Harry shook his head. As much as he would like to forget about it himself, he knew it was not going to happen any more than Snape adopting him.
He looked up and the teacher's table. And gasped.
"Hermione!" Harry elbowed her.
"What?"
"Ron, look at the teacher's table!" Harry hissed.
Ron looked up from his glum contemplation of his empty plate, and saw.
"Viktor!" Hermione whispered, looking pale.
Ron frowned. "Shouldn't she be happy about this?" He muttered to Harry, looking envious.
Harry shrugged.
Hermione had a hand over her mouth. "God."
"Now what?" Ron asked.
"If he is a teacher here. he must have-"
She didn't need to finish her sentence. The three looked at each other awestruck. Krum had quit International Quidditch- for Hermione.
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If I do get reviews, I'll update, so please send reviews! :)
SK