Disclaimer: Yada yada. You all know. I don't own any of the charries except
the ones I made up.
Background knowledge on how this story came to be: Um. I get chronic insomnia, and. um. I kinda come up with these things at two in the morning.
Secret Weapon
"Ron, you are imagining things! No one walked into a secret door behind the Fat Lady! Not only would we have found out by now, but the Marauders map doesn't show it."
"Harry, I'm telling you, I saw Snape walk into a different portal behind the fat lady! The Marauders map is probably wrong!"
If you are wondering where we are in the story, you came in a little late. Ron had rushed into the Griffindor commons after seeing something he hadn't expected. Upon telling Harry everything, Harry had told him he was imagining things, and brushed it off. It is now two days later, and Ron is still trying to convince Harry that he really did see what he saw.
"Ron, if it will make you feel better, I will fly around the school, looking for a window, or something."
"What if wherever Snape went, there was no window?"
"Then we'll stake out the Griffindor entrance, and see what happens."
Several minutes later, Harry found himself feeling rather foolish by flying around the outside of the school on his broomstick. Then he saw a window he hadn't seen before. He crept up close to it, and hid sideways. It was a large circle, and was open a crack. Voices drifted out.
"Professor McGonnagal, I'm going stir crazy up in this room! I really need to get out."
"It isn't safe, Lieutenant. With You-Know-Who back, you just aren't as safe as you were last year to go around invisible."
"Will you just use his name? Anyway, I got a gun. I'm perfectly capable of taking care." She trailed off. Maybe she heard Harry's sharp intake of breath as he prepared to sneeze. He held it in, but she must have heard it because the window flew open far wider, and she yanked both broomstick and rider inside. Harry lay on his back, astonished at the stature and elegance of the girl. She was tall, and regal, with excellent posture. She was staring down at Harry with a look of disdain. Her long, brown hair flowed to her back, and it had shimmering sliver running through it. It wasn't a dye, or natural coloration, but it was like magic running through each individual strand. Her eyes were a steel blue, and the gaze was piercing straight through him. She wore standard robes, but the same silver ran through each thread.
"May I ask what on earth you were doing outside my window, Mr. Potter?"
Background knowledge on how this story came to be: Um. I get chronic insomnia, and. um. I kinda come up with these things at two in the morning.
Secret Weapon
"Ron, you are imagining things! No one walked into a secret door behind the Fat Lady! Not only would we have found out by now, but the Marauders map doesn't show it."
"Harry, I'm telling you, I saw Snape walk into a different portal behind the fat lady! The Marauders map is probably wrong!"
If you are wondering where we are in the story, you came in a little late. Ron had rushed into the Griffindor commons after seeing something he hadn't expected. Upon telling Harry everything, Harry had told him he was imagining things, and brushed it off. It is now two days later, and Ron is still trying to convince Harry that he really did see what he saw.
"Ron, if it will make you feel better, I will fly around the school, looking for a window, or something."
"What if wherever Snape went, there was no window?"
"Then we'll stake out the Griffindor entrance, and see what happens."
Several minutes later, Harry found himself feeling rather foolish by flying around the outside of the school on his broomstick. Then he saw a window he hadn't seen before. He crept up close to it, and hid sideways. It was a large circle, and was open a crack. Voices drifted out.
"Professor McGonnagal, I'm going stir crazy up in this room! I really need to get out."
"It isn't safe, Lieutenant. With You-Know-Who back, you just aren't as safe as you were last year to go around invisible."
"Will you just use his name? Anyway, I got a gun. I'm perfectly capable of taking care." She trailed off. Maybe she heard Harry's sharp intake of breath as he prepared to sneeze. He held it in, but she must have heard it because the window flew open far wider, and she yanked both broomstick and rider inside. Harry lay on his back, astonished at the stature and elegance of the girl. She was tall, and regal, with excellent posture. She was staring down at Harry with a look of disdain. Her long, brown hair flowed to her back, and it had shimmering sliver running through it. It wasn't a dye, or natural coloration, but it was like magic running through each individual strand. Her eyes were a steel blue, and the gaze was piercing straight through him. She wore standard robes, but the same silver ran through each thread.
"May I ask what on earth you were doing outside my window, Mr. Potter?"