Disclaimer: I aint stupid and neither are you
But the plot is poo.
The characters are brill
I wish I had Rita Skeeter's Quill
So unless you're dumb and got no brain
The story belongs to the one and same
Very soon you'll realise
J.K Rowling is very wise
A/N: Did you lyk da poem. I didn't but never mind. Here comes the story. Harry and dat lot r in 7th grade.
Author: FuNky ~*~ PuNk
Title: The calm before the storm
Chapter: 1
Author's Notes: 1st chap is absolute zilch of D/G but please read it anyway, cos I love you, and I want you to read it!!! Please…you have to else you wont understand anything else. Please! Can I see a smile right there? I think I can!!! Thank you!!!
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Her fingers closed around the hand that was held out for her. Shouts, screams and an atmosphere of all over confusion and foreboding echoed around the dungeon walls. A tall stern looking woman was hurrying all over the place trying to clam everyone down and get them into organised lines.
"Michelle! Miss, Michelle's missing!" A 1st year Hufflepuff bellowed over the racket. At that moment everyone who was packed into the tiny dungeon silenced, the silenced deafened and hurt Ginny's ears. This was the normal drill, if someone was missing silence was needed.
"Michelle Quickby!" Professor McGonagall barked across the jam-packed dungeon. No one answered. The 1st year Hufflepuff let a gasp pass her lips and she fell back in a faint, caught by a 5th year Ravenclawe, who's face had gone a deadly shade of white. Professor McGonagall lowered her head in a sign of respect. Ginny squeezed the hand tighter, not knowing, not caring whose hand it was.
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For those who think that they are smartAnd think they're in a class apart
Think again you mudblood lovers
Don't dive beneath your duvet covers
Muggle inventions, muggle fools
Jump before the fire cools
And when it is the dead of night
I repeat, the dead part is right.
"What does it mean, Albus?" Professor McGonagall paced the space between the Headmaster's desk and the door.
"I think, Minerva, that is clear. Voldermort-" The woman flinched, "is planning an attack,"
"What? – You can't be serious?" Professor McGonagall cried reaching out for support.
"Believe me my woman, I am being deadly serious and this is going to happen," Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts a school of Witchcraft and wizardry's, Headmaster stood up suddenly, causing the chair to topple over backwards and Professor McGonagall jumped in surprise.
"Are- …Are we going to have to close the school headmaster?" She asked timidly. Professor Dumbledore hunched his shoulders and bowed his head,
"I am not sure. I suppose so,"
"But…" a sigh escaped the aged woman, "… would you like me to tell the remainder of the school?" McGonagall had silent tears falling from her eyes and took the opportunity to wipe them away.
"No. No, we shall build a shelter, a shelter for the pupils to go into when Voldermort (McGonagall flinched) attacks. Yes, that is what we will do, have an alarm system installed throughout the whole school that can be operated by a swish of a wand by an appointed watch out, yes, that should work, yes." He was talking more to himself than to the Transfiguration teacher.
"But Headmaster, have you any idea how complex that spell is? It will take days if not weeks to perform…I'm-…I'm not sure we have that long," McGonagall couldn't keep it in; she looked profoundly embarrassed after she'd said it.
"Yes Minerva, it shall take a long time, but to close the school would be like playing into his trap, he wants us to close the school-"
"And do you not think that is what is best?" McGonagall snapped, her face was red and she was angry, but Dumbledore did not sway, his left eyebrow twitched at his colleague's outburst, but he carried on,
"But we shall not. To do as he wishes is the same to be as is," Dumbledore's astute way of thinking had got him into trouble before, but this…this was the limit.
"And I'm sure parents will want their children to stay in an endangered school," Minerva spat.
"The school is no more endangered as their own homes. Muggles will be the worst, providing them shelter will do them good. And Harry, he needs somewhere where he is protected. Hogwarts is as good as any of them. Parents will be happy to leave their children somewhere safe, I wouldn't be surprised if the intake of 1st years will go up this year, Minerva, I wouldn't be surprised. Now gather as many teachers as possible to begin on the shelter, I shall conjure the alarm system myself. Inform the House elves a banquet will be held tonight,"
"But not in the best of circumstances, Albus, not in the best," with that the Professor swept out of the Headmaster's office, her black cloak billowing out behind her. Albus Dumbledore picked up his chair and placed it neatly behind his desk, sat down and put his head in his hands and silently wept.
*~*~*~*The feast later that day~*~*~*~*
"Ah, wicked, you mean Chris Macknely is going to play for the Wishing Whales?" Ron Weasley sat next to his best friend, Harry Potter, who was famous for being himself, his flaming red hair glowing, as did his face, with excitement.
"Yep, jus heard it now on the WWC (World Witch Connection)" Exclaimed Boraz Clifes, a 3rd year Gryffindor.
"Chris Macknely, 7th year Ravenclawe from Hogwarts, going to play for the Wishing Whales Quidditch team? Well I never! I thought he was only good at Herbology. I mean hello, Herbology," Ron exclaimed, a few seats away Neville Longbottom coughed and stared at Ron, his round face almost hurt looking; his favourite subject being Herbology.
"I-I'm sorry Neville," Ron stammered, his blood vessels swelling and surfacing causing him to glow a deep shade of magenta.
"You are so—inconsiderate," Hermione Granger drawled, she extended the 'so' to emphasise Ron's ignorance. Hermione Granger was a 7th genius at Hogwarts and had exceeded all that most thought impossible. Ron didn't need telling twice, he turned back to Boraz to get more details on Chris Macknely recent discovery to fame, ok a 5th division Quidditch team. Just then Albus Dumbledore took the stand, and clapped his hands twice. Harry and Ron picked up their forks ready and eager for the food…which didn't come.
"I'm sorry to delay your empty stomachs of nutrition, but I have an important announcement to make," Ron flung his fork down on the table disappointed and Hermione made a comment on boys and their stomachs before they turned to look at the Headmaster again. He looked stern and severe and every ounce of twinkle had been drained from his eyes, "a very serious mater has come to my person and I feel it is about time that I inform you," he addressed the people piled into the Great Hall, "Many of you will know that for some time now Voldermort" the whole of the Great Hall (apart from the Slytherin's and Harry) flinched, Harry had been told to call him by his name, "has been regaining his power, well finally he has succeeded," a gasp went around the Great Hall, "many of you will wish to temporarily terminate your education here at the school, but I have organised a safe house to be built underground, for any remaining pupils to hide out in during an attack. Some of you may feel safer here, some of you may wish to be with your families at such times of…desperation but I assure you, here will be as safe as anywhere. If not safer. This is the noise you will hear if there is an attack," Dumbledore flicked his wand and a noise like a foghorn and a police engine roared around the Great Hall, many children covered their ears and stared around bewildered, another flick of the wand and the noise was over "if you hear this noise you make way towards the lower dungeons, teachers will be there to direct you to the shelter which is being conjured as we speak…" There was an awkward silence, pupils stared around disbelievingly, asking themselves is this a joke? Is it one of Professor Dumbledore's silly pranks? But the look on his face told them it was not. "On a lighter note, dinner is served!" He clapped his hands three times and the Golden plates magically filled themselves with delicious piles of potatoes and meats and rice, and all sorts of delicious food.
But nobody could eat. Ron played with his peas before pushing them away and sulking. A swarm of Medi-dwarves had been called twice to take fainted pupils to Madame Pomfrey.
"This can't be happening?" Ron cried.
"I-…well…see," Harry was speechless.
Boraz was busy filling his plate with food,
"How can you eat at a time like this?" Ron shrieked at him.
"If we're going to be stuck in dungeons for hours and hours, I best stock up now on fat so I can live on it and not die of starvation. You'd die straight away Weasley, no fat on your bones," he poked Ginny playfully in the ribs. She freaked out and slapped him across the face,
"What do you think you are doing?" She fumed.
"Come on Gin. He was only joking," Harry laughed.
"Joking? This isn't a time for joking around. This is serious!" Ginny bawled, close to tears.
"You've been awfully quiet," Ron turned on Hermione, who, for once in her life had nothing to say, "cat got your tongue?"
"-…He…named-…muggles…-…ME!" Hermione choked. Harry turned round and hugged her slightly.
"You're here, you're safe," He murmured.
"But-"
And that was all she had to say. The sound of a Foghorn and a police siren rang through the Hall. The students all stood up and looked around, panic and paranoia on everyone's minds. All heads turned to the Headmaster,
"This is not a drill," he cried, utter panic and confusion echoed in his voice, his face mirrored that of the students, "Quick, to the dungeons. We'll have to hide out in Professor Snape's office as the shelter is not ready yet," Everyone screamed and screeched and stumbled over chairs, knocking everything out of the way. Everyone wanted to get into the dungeons, they weren't that big and no one wanted to be left behind. There was pushing and curses and fists flying everywhere. Cries of hate, anger and sorrow rang out through the Hall.
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Everyone was packed liked Sardines in a can into the dungeon, including many teachers, House elves and Medi-dwarves, an assortment of Hagrid's creatures (much to the dislike of the students) and Hagrid himself. Hagrid had a few 1st years sitting on him. But it was nowhere near silent. Some people where crying, somewhere screaming and some were just going on and on about how they'd seen 'he who must not be named' (Voldermort) flying over the school. But most of all there was utter confusion, lots of pushing, and all round terror, even from the Slytherins.
Her fingers closed around the hand that was held out for her. Shouts, screams and an atmosphere of all over confusion and foreboding echoed around the dungeon walls. A tall stern looking woman was hurrying all over the place trying to clam everyone down and get them into organised lines.
"Michelle! Miss, Michelle's missing!" A 1st year Hufflepuff bellowed over the racket. At that moment everyone who was packed into the tiny dungeon silenced, the silenced deafened and hurt Ginny's ears. This was the normal drill, if someone was missing silence was needed.
"Michelle Quickby!" Professor McGonagall barked across the jam-packed dungeon. No one answered. The 1st year Hufflepuff let a gasp pass her lips and she fell back in a faint, caught by a 5th year Ravenclawe, who's face had gone a deadly shade of white. Professor McGonagall lowered her head in a sign of respect. Ginny squeezed the hand tighter, not knowing, not caring whose hand it was.
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I know there isn't ANY D/G action at da moment, but I had to set the scene!!! 100boring
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