Vampire Half 3: A Snake's Pride
Author's Note: Vampire Half is back ALL RIGHT! Back here to continue with my trilogy (before HP 5 comes out) even though I never planned to make one. As you can remember, Voldemort was defeated in the last story, some Death Eaters still are alive and free, roaming the land. Here will be new characters, and there will be a surprise! Enjoy reading! (All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.)
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Harry entered the first Defense Against Dark Arts class of the year. Hermione was by his side, carrying her books in her bag. They had become quiet a couple since the last year incident. Harry and Hermione took their seats in the classroom. Hermione was insisting for them to sit furthest away possible, because she really didn't like Fleur, and the closest place Harry got her was the fourth row.
Professor Delacour was already there, waiting for the students. He lovely hair was bundled up in a lose bun, a few strands escaping. She wore a medieval kind of electric blue dress, which seemed to drag gracefully behind her.
Draco Malfoy and his cronies were on the other side of the room, opposite Harry and Hermione. Why did it have to be that Potions, Charms, Transfiguration and DADA had to be shared with them?
'Good morningz!' greeted them Fleur in her strong French accent,' Az you very vell know, I am Profezzer Delacour, your new Defenze Against Dark Artz teacher.'
'Are you sure that is what you really teach?' muttered Hermione under her breath.
Fleur seemed to notice it, and her ears seemed sharp.
'Mizz Granger,' softly spoke Fleur,' Iz there anything that you want to share with uz?'
Hermione smirked. Harry noticed that she was never so rude to a teacher before, only to Trelawney. She must have really gathered up some courage over the holidays.
'I said, are you sure that you really teach this class?' asked boredly Hermione,' To me you seem to be putting up a fashion class.'
Fleur raised an eyebrow.
'Mizz Granger, iz it such a crime to be dressed respectfully?' Asked Fleur,' I would advize you to do something about your hair,' Hermione grew red at that comment,' for your rudenezz, I will deduct 5 pointz from Gryffindor.'
Hermione sunk back into her seat, grumbling. Fleur gave a self-satisfied smile. * I like Fleur, even though her character is bossy. Everybody keeps saying that she should be more humble, and try to hide her beauty, because she is more prettier than others. So what? Why doesn't ugly Hermione do something about her looks? Event though it is OOC of her.*
'Now, ve shall look at an interezting topic now,' announced Fleur,' turn to page 14.'
Everybody turned and saw the title:
Chapter 2: Necromancy
'Ca anyone tell me vhat necromancy iz?' Asked Fleur,' Mizter Malfoy?'
Draco puffed up his chest and answered,' Necromany is a skill and learning where a person has an ability to call the dead. It can give the person power to see in the future, and get some help from the spirits in the underworld.'
'Excellent! 10 pointz to Zlytherin!' Fleur was pleased,' Unfortunately, Necromancy is thought of as a Dark learning, becauze many Dark wizards uze it for bad purpozez.'
They spent the rest of the lesson discussing Necromancy. It was amazing that such a gentle, graceful girl knew so much about the horrifying details of Dark Arts. The Slytherins took a great liking to her: she often awarded them points. Maybe she got a bad impression on Gryffindors, thanks to Hermione.
The lesson ended in full interest, and Fleur had given them an assignment for the students to do for next week.
Fleur stepped out of the room when the students left and almost bumped into Snape.
'Oh, Profezzor Znape! Vhat a pleazant zurprize!' Exclaimed Fleur.
'Nice to see you again Professor Delacour,' said Snape,' I must congratulate you on getting the job, even if I would have wrung the teacher's head off for getting my favorite class. Professor Jade Lablanche has sent me a letter from Beauxbatons to give it to you.'
'Oh, la, la!' Fleur clucked her tongue,' My aunt always worries about me.'
Snape handed her the letter,' What do you expect from an Aunt?'
'True, true,' chuckled Fleur.
Without a word, Snape left Fleur. The headache was coming back. Severus quickly went to his chambers, and shut the heavy door behind him, leaning on it.
This time, the headache was different. He began slipping in and out of consciousness, until his vision was finally fixed back to normal, after a good five minutes.
Severus looked down, and realized that he was shaking. He put one shaking hand onto his forehead, and leant into the coolness of it. What was happening to him? The only time that this had been happening was..no, it couldn't be.
Severus looked up at the top of one of his shelves. On it was a tiny bottle, twinkling familiarly, threateningly. No. He had been taking that medicine until he had started school in Hogwarts in his first year of education. When he was a boy, he kept taking the medicine almost everyday. But, ever since his mother died when he was eleven years old, he felt no need for it. The problems were gone. He didn't expect them to be running back after 25 years of not taking the medicine.
Severus had to be sure. He crept one hand to the top of the shelf, and pulled down the bottle. It was filled with metallic colored gray pills. This potion had been transferred into pills before 5 years ago. He made them himself.
Severus swallowed the first one. The headache stopped, but as always his stomach hurt a bit after such a strong medicine.
He couldn't believe it. His problems were back. Problems will ensue. He never told to no one, not even Albus or Sibyl about this problem. Severus immediately put the potion back to its place, and hurriedly left the room, while the pills still twinkled at the shelf in the bottle.
Author's Note: What IS wrong with Severus? We will find out. As I said, Fleur isn't such a bad character (if she's not like Hermione, then she's fine). Can you people kindly review?
Author's Note: Vampire Half is back ALL RIGHT! Back here to continue with my trilogy (before HP 5 comes out) even though I never planned to make one. As you can remember, Voldemort was defeated in the last story, some Death Eaters still are alive and free, roaming the land. Here will be new characters, and there will be a surprise! Enjoy reading! (All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.)
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Harry entered the first Defense Against Dark Arts class of the year. Hermione was by his side, carrying her books in her bag. They had become quiet a couple since the last year incident. Harry and Hermione took their seats in the classroom. Hermione was insisting for them to sit furthest away possible, because she really didn't like Fleur, and the closest place Harry got her was the fourth row.
Professor Delacour was already there, waiting for the students. He lovely hair was bundled up in a lose bun, a few strands escaping. She wore a medieval kind of electric blue dress, which seemed to drag gracefully behind her.
Draco Malfoy and his cronies were on the other side of the room, opposite Harry and Hermione. Why did it have to be that Potions, Charms, Transfiguration and DADA had to be shared with them?
'Good morningz!' greeted them Fleur in her strong French accent,' Az you very vell know, I am Profezzer Delacour, your new Defenze Against Dark Artz teacher.'
'Are you sure that is what you really teach?' muttered Hermione under her breath.
Fleur seemed to notice it, and her ears seemed sharp.
'Mizz Granger,' softly spoke Fleur,' Iz there anything that you want to share with uz?'
Hermione smirked. Harry noticed that she was never so rude to a teacher before, only to Trelawney. She must have really gathered up some courage over the holidays.
'I said, are you sure that you really teach this class?' asked boredly Hermione,' To me you seem to be putting up a fashion class.'
Fleur raised an eyebrow.
'Mizz Granger, iz it such a crime to be dressed respectfully?' Asked Fleur,' I would advize you to do something about your hair,' Hermione grew red at that comment,' for your rudenezz, I will deduct 5 pointz from Gryffindor.'
Hermione sunk back into her seat, grumbling. Fleur gave a self-satisfied smile. * I like Fleur, even though her character is bossy. Everybody keeps saying that she should be more humble, and try to hide her beauty, because she is more prettier than others. So what? Why doesn't ugly Hermione do something about her looks? Event though it is OOC of her.*
'Now, ve shall look at an interezting topic now,' announced Fleur,' turn to page 14.'
Everybody turned and saw the title:
Chapter 2: Necromancy
'Ca anyone tell me vhat necromancy iz?' Asked Fleur,' Mizter Malfoy?'
Draco puffed up his chest and answered,' Necromany is a skill and learning where a person has an ability to call the dead. It can give the person power to see in the future, and get some help from the spirits in the underworld.'
'Excellent! 10 pointz to Zlytherin!' Fleur was pleased,' Unfortunately, Necromancy is thought of as a Dark learning, becauze many Dark wizards uze it for bad purpozez.'
They spent the rest of the lesson discussing Necromancy. It was amazing that such a gentle, graceful girl knew so much about the horrifying details of Dark Arts. The Slytherins took a great liking to her: she often awarded them points. Maybe she got a bad impression on Gryffindors, thanks to Hermione.
The lesson ended in full interest, and Fleur had given them an assignment for the students to do for next week.
Fleur stepped out of the room when the students left and almost bumped into Snape.
'Oh, Profezzor Znape! Vhat a pleazant zurprize!' Exclaimed Fleur.
'Nice to see you again Professor Delacour,' said Snape,' I must congratulate you on getting the job, even if I would have wrung the teacher's head off for getting my favorite class. Professor Jade Lablanche has sent me a letter from Beauxbatons to give it to you.'
'Oh, la, la!' Fleur clucked her tongue,' My aunt always worries about me.'
Snape handed her the letter,' What do you expect from an Aunt?'
'True, true,' chuckled Fleur.
Without a word, Snape left Fleur. The headache was coming back. Severus quickly went to his chambers, and shut the heavy door behind him, leaning on it.
This time, the headache was different. He began slipping in and out of consciousness, until his vision was finally fixed back to normal, after a good five minutes.
Severus looked down, and realized that he was shaking. He put one shaking hand onto his forehead, and leant into the coolness of it. What was happening to him? The only time that this had been happening was..no, it couldn't be.
Severus looked up at the top of one of his shelves. On it was a tiny bottle, twinkling familiarly, threateningly. No. He had been taking that medicine until he had started school in Hogwarts in his first year of education. When he was a boy, he kept taking the medicine almost everyday. But, ever since his mother died when he was eleven years old, he felt no need for it. The problems were gone. He didn't expect them to be running back after 25 years of not taking the medicine.
Severus had to be sure. He crept one hand to the top of the shelf, and pulled down the bottle. It was filled with metallic colored gray pills. This potion had been transferred into pills before 5 years ago. He made them himself.
Severus swallowed the first one. The headache stopped, but as always his stomach hurt a bit after such a strong medicine.
He couldn't believe it. His problems were back. Problems will ensue. He never told to no one, not even Albus or Sibyl about this problem. Severus immediately put the potion back to its place, and hurriedly left the room, while the pills still twinkled at the shelf in the bottle.
Author's Note: What IS wrong with Severus? We will find out. As I said, Fleur isn't such a bad character (if she's not like Hermione, then she's fine). Can you people kindly review?