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Abandoned - chapter 7
The weeks slipped by at Hogwarts, and soon the quidditch season came around. To everyone's surprise, Colin Creevey replaced Oliver Wood as keeper, and Katie bell was made captain. Harry and Ginny were still going out. Although this was now common knowledge among the Griffindors, it was agreed that no one in the other houses was to find out.
The first match was scheduled for the next day, the night after Halloween. Currently however, Harry, Ron and Hermione were enjoying the feast in the great hall. Ron and Harry were agreeing to disagree over his relationship with Ginny and therefore not discussing it.
"I can't wait till tomorrow Harry. I hope you beat Malfoy." Ron said enthusiastically.
"Yeah. If his daddy dearest doesn't curse me. He always comes to the quidditch matches." Harry replied
"Nah, he won't, too many people. It'll be great to see the look on his face when you beat his son - again. I'll bring those omnioculars!" The three of them laughed as they imagined everyone in the Griffindor stands staring simultaneously at Malfoy through omnioculars at the end of the match.
Unfortunately, Dumbledore's assurance at the beginning of term that Harry would not be alone was beginning to irritate him slightly. If he ever slipped away from the crowds for a breather (from having to concentrate on not being an emotional sponge) somebody would always seem to appear at his side within 60 seconds. He suspected that the professor had a kind of alarm that sounded whenever he was alone.
Once he had actually considered locking himself in the chamber of secrets, but immediately changed his mind when he realised that was probably what Voldemort used to do. Tomorrow was going to be very tiring. All of those people in one place like that.
He went to bed early and slept soundly all night. He was woken by somebody whispering his name in his ear.
"Ginny!?"
"Good morning. I came to wish you luck for the match, as you know, we have that whole not in public thing going."
Harry pulled Ginny into a kiss before getting up and ready for the match.
The stadium was, if anything, much fuller than usual. As there had been no quidditch in the previous year, everyone had been really looking forward to this season. Some people had even come to watch the practice. Dennis Creevey always came and sat happily in the stands taking pictures of his brother.
The Creeveys' photography was now legendary in the common room, since the brothers had completely surrounded the fireplace with their pictures. It was actually very unsettling sitting in front of the fireplace, with all those faces smiling and waving at you.
The team took off. Lee Jordan was commentating as usual. Both teams were on very good form. This was going to be a close game. Harry however, was only concerned with catching the snitch before Malfoy, who was using his favourite tactic of distracting Harry by yelling insults at him, and not really paying attention himself.
Harry however, was ignoring everything except the snitch. He scanned the stadium for it, occasionally trying to distract Malfoy by shooting off in some random direction. Finally he saw it. It was hovering mere centimetres from the ground at the base of one of the quidditch hoops. He dived. Malfoy followed. The two of them flew down at such a speed Harry wasn't entirely sure that he would be able to avoid hitting the post.
He flew closer, closer, until his hand closed around the small golden ball and he pulled straight up and performed a loop-the-loop in the air to avoid the post. Malfoy swore as he missed it by millimetres and shot straight at Harry for revenge. Harry dodged and suddenly found himself surrounded by the rest of the team as they prepared to defend their seeker.
Harry became aware of the chanting and cheering from the Griffindor stands, and Madame Hooch positioned herself deliberately between the two teams before officially announcing; "Griffindor wins! 200 points to 70!"
On the way back up to the common room Harry decided that after the intense match he needed five minutes peace and quiet. He stopped in a random corridor and sat down, leaning against the wall. He had barely been there for thirty seconds when he felt someone walking towards him. Severus Snape.
"What are you doing here Potter?" Snape barked
"Resting."
"Professor Dumbledore informed me of your 'gift'" Snape sneered "you have a detention on Wednesday in my classroom."
"What for?" Harry spluttered
"Just in case. Now get back to your tower." Harry couldn't believe how unfair Snape was. He stormed off without sparing the potions master so much as a backwards glare.
The party in the common room that night was the best ever. Harry convinced Fred and George to test their new product on Ron. It made you spend an hour able to say nothing other than the name of the person you most fancy. Harry felt that a bit of romance would do his friend some good.
Ron spent the entire hour saying "Hermoine" and trying to curse Harry and the twins (he couldn't though because every time he pointed his wand all he could say was. "Hermione"). Hermione herself disappeared into her dormitory with in the first ten minutes and was not seen again for the entire evening.
When Ron was able to choose his own words again he marched up to Harry "That was your idea wasn't it?"
"You fancy Hermoine?"
"Don't change the subject."
"I thought that was the subject."
"Arrg. Shut up." Ron looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up on the spot. Then he glared at Harry "Now she knows, how am I going to stand a chance?"
"You stand a much better chance than before when you were so busy not telling her."
Ron sighed in annoyance and marched up the staircase away from Harry.
As he left, every girl in the common room burst into overwhelmed fits of giggles and the boys fell about laughing. Even Ginny who was very protective of her brothers could not hide her amusement.
The twins however were complaining that they would now have to shorten the time that the product worked for, as it was so annoying nobody would ever buy it.
By Wednesday the whole thing seemed to have blown over. Ron had managed to convince Hermione (which was a miracle as Hermione is supposed to be so clever) that it made you say the name of your closest friend, and so they were continuing as though nothing had happened.
That evening, Harry was sitting in detention with Snape. Snape had him slicing potions ingredients for the store cupboards. He had been there now for an hour. Snape was reading a book, pausing every now and again to threaten Harry with horrible things if he ever dared to try and read his emotions. This threat actually made it more tempting so he lowered his guard, just a little to see if Snape would actually be able to tell.
The professor gave no sign at all that he noticed so Harry continued chopping. Then he was overcome by a strange feeling. He could feel Snape's presence in the room, but it was now like there was something else as well. Something that was not quite right, like there was half of another person. This feeling was actually coming from Snape's direction, but Harry was sure that it wasn't him.
Could it be a ghost? He had never felt one before, perhaps his power was growing. The wall behind Snape seemed to ripple slightly. Before Harry could say or do anything a blurry arm shape launched itself from the wall and connected with the potions master's head. Snape grunted as he was knocked unconscious, a small trickle of blood running down his face.
This was it! The second assassin! Harry ran for the doorway, but the ripple in the wall moved at a huge speed around the room, before a humanoid figure stepped out of it. The figure stood in front of the door, blocking Harry's way.
Harry lifted a stool and swung it hard at the person. They gave an "oomph" sound as the wind was knocked out of them. Harry tried to dash past the person but they caught him and pulled him into the room.
Harry pulled his wand on the assassin (a man?) as they picked up the knife that Harry had been using. The assassin lunged as Harry cried
"Stupefy!"
The assassin was already leaping at Harry when the spell hit him and stunned him. However, he fell in the direction that he had jumped and Harry felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He looked down. The knife was embedded in him, blood seeping onto his clothing. Harry fell to the floor, and held his hands around the blade, trying to stop the blood escaping. Everything went dark.
A/N One of my first fight sequences. Go me! I'll try to get the next chapter up on Sunday or Monday.
Thanks to those who reviewed!!!!
Abandoned - chapter 7
The weeks slipped by at Hogwarts, and soon the quidditch season came around. To everyone's surprise, Colin Creevey replaced Oliver Wood as keeper, and Katie bell was made captain. Harry and Ginny were still going out. Although this was now common knowledge among the Griffindors, it was agreed that no one in the other houses was to find out.
The first match was scheduled for the next day, the night after Halloween. Currently however, Harry, Ron and Hermione were enjoying the feast in the great hall. Ron and Harry were agreeing to disagree over his relationship with Ginny and therefore not discussing it.
"I can't wait till tomorrow Harry. I hope you beat Malfoy." Ron said enthusiastically.
"Yeah. If his daddy dearest doesn't curse me. He always comes to the quidditch matches." Harry replied
"Nah, he won't, too many people. It'll be great to see the look on his face when you beat his son - again. I'll bring those omnioculars!" The three of them laughed as they imagined everyone in the Griffindor stands staring simultaneously at Malfoy through omnioculars at the end of the match.
Unfortunately, Dumbledore's assurance at the beginning of term that Harry would not be alone was beginning to irritate him slightly. If he ever slipped away from the crowds for a breather (from having to concentrate on not being an emotional sponge) somebody would always seem to appear at his side within 60 seconds. He suspected that the professor had a kind of alarm that sounded whenever he was alone.
Once he had actually considered locking himself in the chamber of secrets, but immediately changed his mind when he realised that was probably what Voldemort used to do. Tomorrow was going to be very tiring. All of those people in one place like that.
He went to bed early and slept soundly all night. He was woken by somebody whispering his name in his ear.
"Ginny!?"
"Good morning. I came to wish you luck for the match, as you know, we have that whole not in public thing going."
Harry pulled Ginny into a kiss before getting up and ready for the match.
The stadium was, if anything, much fuller than usual. As there had been no quidditch in the previous year, everyone had been really looking forward to this season. Some people had even come to watch the practice. Dennis Creevey always came and sat happily in the stands taking pictures of his brother.
The Creeveys' photography was now legendary in the common room, since the brothers had completely surrounded the fireplace with their pictures. It was actually very unsettling sitting in front of the fireplace, with all those faces smiling and waving at you.
The team took off. Lee Jordan was commentating as usual. Both teams were on very good form. This was going to be a close game. Harry however, was only concerned with catching the snitch before Malfoy, who was using his favourite tactic of distracting Harry by yelling insults at him, and not really paying attention himself.
Harry however, was ignoring everything except the snitch. He scanned the stadium for it, occasionally trying to distract Malfoy by shooting off in some random direction. Finally he saw it. It was hovering mere centimetres from the ground at the base of one of the quidditch hoops. He dived. Malfoy followed. The two of them flew down at such a speed Harry wasn't entirely sure that he would be able to avoid hitting the post.
He flew closer, closer, until his hand closed around the small golden ball and he pulled straight up and performed a loop-the-loop in the air to avoid the post. Malfoy swore as he missed it by millimetres and shot straight at Harry for revenge. Harry dodged and suddenly found himself surrounded by the rest of the team as they prepared to defend their seeker.
Harry became aware of the chanting and cheering from the Griffindor stands, and Madame Hooch positioned herself deliberately between the two teams before officially announcing; "Griffindor wins! 200 points to 70!"
On the way back up to the common room Harry decided that after the intense match he needed five minutes peace and quiet. He stopped in a random corridor and sat down, leaning against the wall. He had barely been there for thirty seconds when he felt someone walking towards him. Severus Snape.
"What are you doing here Potter?" Snape barked
"Resting."
"Professor Dumbledore informed me of your 'gift'" Snape sneered "you have a detention on Wednesday in my classroom."
"What for?" Harry spluttered
"Just in case. Now get back to your tower." Harry couldn't believe how unfair Snape was. He stormed off without sparing the potions master so much as a backwards glare.
The party in the common room that night was the best ever. Harry convinced Fred and George to test their new product on Ron. It made you spend an hour able to say nothing other than the name of the person you most fancy. Harry felt that a bit of romance would do his friend some good.
Ron spent the entire hour saying "Hermoine" and trying to curse Harry and the twins (he couldn't though because every time he pointed his wand all he could say was. "Hermione"). Hermione herself disappeared into her dormitory with in the first ten minutes and was not seen again for the entire evening.
When Ron was able to choose his own words again he marched up to Harry "That was your idea wasn't it?"
"You fancy Hermoine?"
"Don't change the subject."
"I thought that was the subject."
"Arrg. Shut up." Ron looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up on the spot. Then he glared at Harry "Now she knows, how am I going to stand a chance?"
"You stand a much better chance than before when you were so busy not telling her."
Ron sighed in annoyance and marched up the staircase away from Harry.
As he left, every girl in the common room burst into overwhelmed fits of giggles and the boys fell about laughing. Even Ginny who was very protective of her brothers could not hide her amusement.
The twins however were complaining that they would now have to shorten the time that the product worked for, as it was so annoying nobody would ever buy it.
By Wednesday the whole thing seemed to have blown over. Ron had managed to convince Hermione (which was a miracle as Hermione is supposed to be so clever) that it made you say the name of your closest friend, and so they were continuing as though nothing had happened.
That evening, Harry was sitting in detention with Snape. Snape had him slicing potions ingredients for the store cupboards. He had been there now for an hour. Snape was reading a book, pausing every now and again to threaten Harry with horrible things if he ever dared to try and read his emotions. This threat actually made it more tempting so he lowered his guard, just a little to see if Snape would actually be able to tell.
The professor gave no sign at all that he noticed so Harry continued chopping. Then he was overcome by a strange feeling. He could feel Snape's presence in the room, but it was now like there was something else as well. Something that was not quite right, like there was half of another person. This feeling was actually coming from Snape's direction, but Harry was sure that it wasn't him.
Could it be a ghost? He had never felt one before, perhaps his power was growing. The wall behind Snape seemed to ripple slightly. Before Harry could say or do anything a blurry arm shape launched itself from the wall and connected with the potions master's head. Snape grunted as he was knocked unconscious, a small trickle of blood running down his face.
This was it! The second assassin! Harry ran for the doorway, but the ripple in the wall moved at a huge speed around the room, before a humanoid figure stepped out of it. The figure stood in front of the door, blocking Harry's way.
Harry lifted a stool and swung it hard at the person. They gave an "oomph" sound as the wind was knocked out of them. Harry tried to dash past the person but they caught him and pulled him into the room.
Harry pulled his wand on the assassin (a man?) as they picked up the knife that Harry had been using. The assassin lunged as Harry cried
"Stupefy!"
The assassin was already leaping at Harry when the spell hit him and stunned him. However, he fell in the direction that he had jumped and Harry felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He looked down. The knife was embedded in him, blood seeping onto his clothing. Harry fell to the floor, and held his hands around the blade, trying to stop the blood escaping. Everything went dark.
A/N One of my first fight sequences. Go me! I'll try to get the next chapter up on Sunday or Monday.