Middle Earth and Hogwarts
Sydney Kiss
Chapter 11
Into the Forbidden Forest
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter Characters or places, they belong to J. K. Rowling. I do not own any of the places or people from Lord of the Rings, they belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Also, the character Fallen the Blue belongs to Sage McJet (another fanfic author.... go read some of his stuff.) Tara Leonheart, Jasmaugik the Orc, Keyone Lufton the Hobbit, Golenesqua the Entwife and Istabugh the Dwarf all belong to Tara Sarber. Justin Wolfe and Hope belong to Melissa (troubledfeline@yahoo.com.) She writes under the pen name of Nosferatu. Rhymes and Jules belong to Kristan Steele. The adventures here were co-written by all of the people above, in a RPG group, and I am just putting them in a readable fashion, because it is a really good story.
HOGWARTS:
Becky looked up from her desk to see three Gryffindors coming into Potions just as the bell rang. "Five points from Gryffindor, each." Snape spat, not looking up from his desk.
Becky and Draco both smirked. "If we're careful," Becky said in Draco's ear, "We can beat Gryffindor. The points are almost tied right now."
"Yeah," Draco agreed. "Let's pay a bit of attention today, and get the Slytherins a few more points." Becky smiled and nodded at her brother.
By the time the lesson had ended, the two had earned another 25 points for Slytherin, and had caused Gryffindor to loose another 15. Snape had picked on Neville for the whole lesson, and had disregarded Hermione's hand that was constantly in the air.
"Looks like you're not the only smart one, Mudblood." Becky whispered to Hermione as they walked toward the door. She gave her brother a high five as they walked down the hall, causing a general ruckus among the Slytherins around them.
Later that day, as Becky dropped her books into a chair in the common room, she thought of her detention. "Stupid Gryffindor-loving teachers," she thought, throwing the last book she had to the floor. "Cleaning toilets and polishing trophies is a House-Elf's work, not mine."
Becky collapsed onto a green couch. She was tired enough as it was, and didn't need to spend half the night working. Becky skipped dinner, and slowly made her way to the trophy room to wait for a professor.
It wasn't long before McGonnagall came in, carrying a rag and a bottle of polish. She looked very harassed.
"Ms. Malfoy, here is a cloth for you. These trophies haven't been polished for over three years. They had better be spotless when I come back, and you're not to use magic."
Becky nodded and McGonnagall turned to leave. Becky made a particularly rude gesture and started polishing the awards. In one case, there were two plaques for special services to the school. One bore the name of the greatest wizard on earth, and the other was of the lousiest scum bag she could think of. They were for Tom Marvelo Riddle and Harry Potter. Needless to say, Harry's did not get so much as a wipe with the rag, though Tom's shone like the sun.
As she turned to leave, Filtch came around the corner. "Becky, you're to report to Hagrid tomorrow night. You're detention isn't finished, but you can go for tonight." Filch smirked horribly, he loved to see any student suffer, Slytherin or not.
The next night, Becky slumped down the stairs to McGonagall's office. She knocked on the door and entered groggily. She was tired and her arms were sore from all the polishing.
"You're late. The trophy room was done well enough, Ms. Malfoy. It is time for you to meet Hagrid. Come with me." The professor stood up and Becky reluctantly followed. They made their way out of the castle and over the chilly grounds toward Hagrid's little hut.
"Your next detention is with Hagrid. Please wait here." McGonegall stepped up to the door of the shack. In a moment, Hagrid answered with Fang at his heels.
"Well hello there Professor. I'll be along in a minute." Becky looked into the fog and shadows of the Forbidden Forest and prayed that she was dreaming. A moment later, Hagrid came out and started walking along a path into the forest.
"Hello there Becky. You'll be needin' this lamp an' we'll be lookin' for some horses in there tonight. Okay?"
Becky shook her head and followed the monstrous man. About half way into the woods Hagrid stopped abruptly.
"We'll be havin' to split up ta find the horses. If you need me, just send up sparks an' I'll be there straight away." Becky, looking terrified, nodded and watched Hagrid disappear. She slowly walked off in the other direction. Becky held the lamp high, trying to see as far as she could before taking a single step. Fang nudged her forward, his cold, wet nose touching her hand.
A twig broke off in the distance. Becky still saw nothing and assumed it was Hagrid. With a sigh, she turned away and continued to look for the dumb horses. A shape could barely be seen in the distance on the path. It was huge and almost human.
"Hagrid?" Becky asked with a shakey voice. She looked around and saw nothing else. What on Earth could that be?
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Sydney Kiss
Chapter 11
Into the Forbidden Forest
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter Characters or places, they belong to J. K. Rowling. I do not own any of the places or people from Lord of the Rings, they belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Also, the character Fallen the Blue belongs to Sage McJet (another fanfic author.... go read some of his stuff.) Tara Leonheart, Jasmaugik the Orc, Keyone Lufton the Hobbit, Golenesqua the Entwife and Istabugh the Dwarf all belong to Tara Sarber. Justin Wolfe and Hope belong to Melissa (troubledfeline@yahoo.com.) She writes under the pen name of Nosferatu. Rhymes and Jules belong to Kristan Steele. The adventures here were co-written by all of the people above, in a RPG group, and I am just putting them in a readable fashion, because it is a really good story.
HOGWARTS:
Becky looked up from her desk to see three Gryffindors coming into Potions just as the bell rang. "Five points from Gryffindor, each." Snape spat, not looking up from his desk.
Becky and Draco both smirked. "If we're careful," Becky said in Draco's ear, "We can beat Gryffindor. The points are almost tied right now."
"Yeah," Draco agreed. "Let's pay a bit of attention today, and get the Slytherins a few more points." Becky smiled and nodded at her brother.
By the time the lesson had ended, the two had earned another 25 points for Slytherin, and had caused Gryffindor to loose another 15. Snape had picked on Neville for the whole lesson, and had disregarded Hermione's hand that was constantly in the air.
"Looks like you're not the only smart one, Mudblood." Becky whispered to Hermione as they walked toward the door. She gave her brother a high five as they walked down the hall, causing a general ruckus among the Slytherins around them.
Later that day, as Becky dropped her books into a chair in the common room, she thought of her detention. "Stupid Gryffindor-loving teachers," she thought, throwing the last book she had to the floor. "Cleaning toilets and polishing trophies is a House-Elf's work, not mine."
Becky collapsed onto a green couch. She was tired enough as it was, and didn't need to spend half the night working. Becky skipped dinner, and slowly made her way to the trophy room to wait for a professor.
It wasn't long before McGonnagall came in, carrying a rag and a bottle of polish. She looked very harassed.
"Ms. Malfoy, here is a cloth for you. These trophies haven't been polished for over three years. They had better be spotless when I come back, and you're not to use magic."
Becky nodded and McGonnagall turned to leave. Becky made a particularly rude gesture and started polishing the awards. In one case, there were two plaques for special services to the school. One bore the name of the greatest wizard on earth, and the other was of the lousiest scum bag she could think of. They were for Tom Marvelo Riddle and Harry Potter. Needless to say, Harry's did not get so much as a wipe with the rag, though Tom's shone like the sun.
As she turned to leave, Filtch came around the corner. "Becky, you're to report to Hagrid tomorrow night. You're detention isn't finished, but you can go for tonight." Filch smirked horribly, he loved to see any student suffer, Slytherin or not.
The next night, Becky slumped down the stairs to McGonagall's office. She knocked on the door and entered groggily. She was tired and her arms were sore from all the polishing.
"You're late. The trophy room was done well enough, Ms. Malfoy. It is time for you to meet Hagrid. Come with me." The professor stood up and Becky reluctantly followed. They made their way out of the castle and over the chilly grounds toward Hagrid's little hut.
"Your next detention is with Hagrid. Please wait here." McGonegall stepped up to the door of the shack. In a moment, Hagrid answered with Fang at his heels.
"Well hello there Professor. I'll be along in a minute." Becky looked into the fog and shadows of the Forbidden Forest and prayed that she was dreaming. A moment later, Hagrid came out and started walking along a path into the forest.
"Hello there Becky. You'll be needin' this lamp an' we'll be lookin' for some horses in there tonight. Okay?"
Becky shook her head and followed the monstrous man. About half way into the woods Hagrid stopped abruptly.
"We'll be havin' to split up ta find the horses. If you need me, just send up sparks an' I'll be there straight away." Becky, looking terrified, nodded and watched Hagrid disappear. She slowly walked off in the other direction. Becky held the lamp high, trying to see as far as she could before taking a single step. Fang nudged her forward, his cold, wet nose touching her hand.
A twig broke off in the distance. Becky still saw nothing and assumed it was Hagrid. With a sigh, she turned away and continued to look for the dumb horses. A shape could barely be seen in the distance on the path. It was huge and almost human.
"Hagrid?" Becky asked with a shakey voice. She looked around and saw nothing else. What on Earth could that be?
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