Author's note: Very sorry I didn't get off my lazy bum and write more. Here
is chapter two.
A Trained Bogart
After the initial shock of being dragged in by his broomstick, Harry finally answered the girl.
"I- ah- my friend- er- we saw a Professor enter a secret doorway behind the Fat Lady, and got curious. Ron and me-"
"Ron and I." She corrected.
"Sorry, Ron and I wanted to find out what was going on, so I went exploring on my broomstick. If it helps, I'm sorry." The girl frowned. Then, she helped Harry to his feet and held out her hand.
"Lieutenant Corinthia Analise Michelson." She said proudly. "But people call me Cory."
"Charmed." Harry replied.
"Well I'm quite sorry to spoil the introductions, but Mr. Potter isn't supposed to be here. We'll have to perform a memory erase." Professor McGonagle said curtly. Cory's shoulders slumped, and she looked rather disappointed.
"Professor, I don't have any friends up here. It's rather isolated. Couldn't Mr. Potter come up once in a while to keep me company?" Before anyone could reply, a large crash came from a wardrobe in the corner. Cory gasped. "Oh no!" Professor McGonagle rushed over, and flung open the door. A Bogart was standing just inside the enclosure. It attempted to switch form, but Cory whipped out a rather elegant wand and waved it at the Bogart. "Riddiculus." She shouted, the Bogart leaped back into the wardrobe, and the doors slammed shut.
"Lt. Michelson! What have we told you about the Bogart?"
"That I couldn't keep him. But really! He's very well trained! I promise!" The longsuffering teacher sighed, and then turned her attention back to Harry.
"Back to current business, I'll speak with Professor Dumbledore, and we'll make a decision about you, Harry. Until I get back, you are to stay here." She clipped, and left. It was then that Harry was able to get a good look at his surroundings. It was a large room, filled with all sorts of books, animals, maps, and a wide variety of magic equipment. There were a few things that Harry recognized, such as the Sneakoscope, but many that he didn't.
"Do you really live here?" Was all he could ask.
"Yes. I do. It isn't really all that safe for me to be in close contact with other students, seeing as I'm far more powerful, and my powers get out of hand every so often. I live here, with my animals, and of course, I have my studies. Although, I do wish I could go back outside, but I really can't with that Death eater lot about." She sighed. Harry had and enormous amount of pity for her.
A Trained Bogart
After the initial shock of being dragged in by his broomstick, Harry finally answered the girl.
"I- ah- my friend- er- we saw a Professor enter a secret doorway behind the Fat Lady, and got curious. Ron and me-"
"Ron and I." She corrected.
"Sorry, Ron and I wanted to find out what was going on, so I went exploring on my broomstick. If it helps, I'm sorry." The girl frowned. Then, she helped Harry to his feet and held out her hand.
"Lieutenant Corinthia Analise Michelson." She said proudly. "But people call me Cory."
"Charmed." Harry replied.
"Well I'm quite sorry to spoil the introductions, but Mr. Potter isn't supposed to be here. We'll have to perform a memory erase." Professor McGonagle said curtly. Cory's shoulders slumped, and she looked rather disappointed.
"Professor, I don't have any friends up here. It's rather isolated. Couldn't Mr. Potter come up once in a while to keep me company?" Before anyone could reply, a large crash came from a wardrobe in the corner. Cory gasped. "Oh no!" Professor McGonagle rushed over, and flung open the door. A Bogart was standing just inside the enclosure. It attempted to switch form, but Cory whipped out a rather elegant wand and waved it at the Bogart. "Riddiculus." She shouted, the Bogart leaped back into the wardrobe, and the doors slammed shut.
"Lt. Michelson! What have we told you about the Bogart?"
"That I couldn't keep him. But really! He's very well trained! I promise!" The longsuffering teacher sighed, and then turned her attention back to Harry.
"Back to current business, I'll speak with Professor Dumbledore, and we'll make a decision about you, Harry. Until I get back, you are to stay here." She clipped, and left. It was then that Harry was able to get a good look at his surroundings. It was a large room, filled with all sorts of books, animals, maps, and a wide variety of magic equipment. There were a few things that Harry recognized, such as the Sneakoscope, but many that he didn't.
"Do you really live here?" Was all he could ask.
"Yes. I do. It isn't really all that safe for me to be in close contact with other students, seeing as I'm far more powerful, and my powers get out of hand every so often. I live here, with my animals, and of course, I have my studies. Although, I do wish I could go back outside, but I really can't with that Death eater lot about." She sighed. Harry had and enormous amount of pity for her.