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Harry Potter and the Fear Curse
New Year
It was Harry Potter's sixth year at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was on the bright red Hogwart's Express that left platform 93/4 at a train station in London. He was on his way to his first day of school. He celebrated his sixteenth birthday this summer. It was the best and most memorable of all his birthdays. This was because he spent it at his best friend, Ron Weasley's, house. They had invited him to spend the entire summer with them. His guardians, the Dursley's, agreed completely and were none too happy to see him leave through the fireplace. They never liked Harry very much. Whenever possible they pretended that he did not exist. They never liked Harry because he was dropped on their doorstep one night when he was only a baby. Harry's parent's, Lily and James Potter, were murdered by an evil wizard named Voldemort and Harry alone survived. He was saved by his mother sacrificing her own life to save his. All he had to show for the attack was a lightning shaped scar on his forehead.
Harry was sitting on the train starring out the window thinking about the up coming year at school. He loved it there and always counted down the days until he was back again.
"You're not talking very much. Are you feeling okay Harry?" asked Ron. "I'm fine. I'm just thinking about school." He answered him.
"Thinking about all the trouble you can get yourself into you mean" said Hermione, Harry's other best friend. She was a petite girl with frizzy brown hair and a love for books. She had a point. Ever since Harry had started at Hogwarts he had managed to get himself into a lot of trouble, whether he meant to or not.
Ron ignored her comment. "I wonder who our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is. It would be much better if we could keep one for longer than a year."
"I can't believe that he did not assign any books for the class. How are we supposed to learn?" exclaimed Hermione.
Harry just laughed at Hermione's comment and then turned his attention back to the window. Ron and Hermione bickered about the usefulness of books.
"When is the food trolley going to get here?" Ron asked suddenly forgetting all about books. "I'm starving!"
"You're always starving Ron." Harry told him. Not more than a minute later the trolley did arrive and the students bought as much candy as they could afford. By the time they were finished eating they were too full to even continue conversation. They decided to nap for the rest of the trip. The train rid was very long and their naps were short lived due to the fact that they all had sugar highs. It was none too soon when the train finally came to a stop because they were all becoming agitated.
They left their things and jumped off the train to wait for the carriages that would take them all to Hogwarts where they would be able to enjoy the Welcoming feast and the Sorting. During the sorting all the new first years had to sit in front of the rest of the school and the sorting hat is placed on their head. The hat places them in one of the four houses: Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. During Harry's six years at Hogwarts he had only managed to be present at two sortings; his own and the one at the beginning of his fourth year. Somehow he had managed to miss all the rest.
The carriages they were riding in came to a stop in front of the school. Hogwarts looked like a huge, medieval castle equipped with towers and turrets. All the students ran up the front steps and into the front hall. Waiting for them was their Transfiguration teacher Professor McGonagall. An intimidating looking woman with her hair in a tight bun, wearing dark green robes and a wide-brimmed hat.
"Hurry up. Line up everybody. We are ready to start the feast. Longbottom your robe is all wrinkled! Ceccanese take off that hideous hat! Okay everyone follow me."
The students followed McGonagall into the Great Hall. The room consisted of five long tables. One for each of the houses and on at the front of the hall for the teachers and staff. The room was decorated with banners and the school crest, which hung behind the staff table. The ceiling was bewitched to like the sky outside. Right now it was dark navy blue and filled with bright stars. Candles hung in the air above the tables and provided the light for the hall. Harry took his regular seat at the Gryffindor table. He looked up at the staff table. Hagrid, his friend and Care of Magical Creatures teacher, noticed he was looking and waved at him. Hagrid was a half giant with so much hair that all you could see of his face were his small black eyes and his huge grin. Harry waved back then continued to scan the table. Beside Hagrid was Professor Binns, the schools only ghost teacher. Beside him was Professor Flitwick, who was so small he had to sit on many cushions so he could reach his dinner. Then came Harry's least favorite teacher, Professor Snape. He was dressed in long black robes, had a large, hooked nose, and shoulder length, greasy, black hair. He had his usual pissed off look on his face. Harry wanted to laugh. Snape you are so predictable, Harry thought to himself. Next to Snape were two empty seats, one where McGonagall normally sat and the DADA's regular seat. Next to the empty seats was Professor Dumbledore. He had sparkling blue eyes and his hair and beard was long enough to reach his belt. He was wearing long, royal blue robes and pointed bright red shoes. He was smiling and watching the students sit at their tables.
The doors of the Great Hall opened and the scared looking first years walked in behind Professor McGonagall, who was carrying a three-legged stool and a decrypted hat. "Line up in front of the staff table and face the rest of the school" she told them. They did, with a bit of coaxing. She then set up the stool and hat in front of them. A slit in the brim of the hat opened up and the hat broke into song, much to the surprise of the first years.
Many years have past
Since I was first created.
I was needed to separate students,
Into their different houses.
Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw
Are the four houses.
Gryffindor is filled with the brave,
Slytherin the ambitious,
Hufflepuff consists of hard-workers, and
Ravenclaw with the intelligent.
Now each of you will be sorted
To where you most belong.
You house will be your family
Let's hope you get along.
(A/N: Pretty sad, eh? I'm not that creative)
"I think the sorting hat is losing its touch. That song really sucked compared to the ones he normally sings" said Ron.
"It's been doing it for so long maybe its running out of ideas." Hermione suggested.
"Shhhh!" Harry told them. "The sorting is starting".
McGonagall took a scroll out of her robes and read the names of the first years alphabetically. "Athens, Beth" was the first name called. A short, blonde girl walked up to the stool and McGonagall placed the hat on her head. After a couple seconds of deliberation the hat called out "Hufflepuff". The Hufflepuff table cheered loudly as she ran over to them and took a seat. Next came a skinny, rodent looking boy named, Eugene Allen. He was sorted into Slytherin. After him there were two Ravenclaws, another Hufflepuff and a tall black-hared boy named, Ridley Crichton, who was sorted into Gryffindor. The sorting continued for another fifteen minutes then, finally, Professor McGonagall took the hat and chair away.
"Can I have your attention, please?" Dumbledore had stood up and was knocking a spoon on his empty wineglass. The hall slowly quieted and everyone turned to him. " Before we begin our feast there are a few rules that need to be brought to your attention. First, as all of you except our new student know, the forest surrounding the school grounds is off limits to all students. Any student found in the forest will be severely punished, if you are not eaten first. Secondly, Mr. Filch, our caretaker, has a list of places within the school that are restricted. It is posted in his office if any of you would like to look at it. I will stop taking now so you can enjoy your dinner. Thank-you for your attention."
With a small wave of his wand the tables were covered in many meats, cheeses, pastas, puddings, etc. and the students started to fill their plates.
"I've been waiting for this all summer," exclaimed Ron through a mouthful of pork chop.
"Why? Your mom is an awesome cook. Her meals are almost as big as this every night," said a shocked Hermione.
"I know but it's not the same. The house-elves make the best pork chops I've ever eaten." This was answered by a scowl from Hermione. During their fourth year at Hogwarts Hermione had started an organization called S.P.E.W (Society for the Protection of Elven Welfare). She believed the elves were being treated unfairly by their masters. They, on the other hand, enjoyed work and were insulted anytime someone offers to pay them.
After the meal the plates were cleared by another wave of Dumbledore's wand and he stood up again. "I hope you enjoyed your meals," a cheer rang out through the crowd. "Now it's time for bed. You all have a long day tomorrow. Good night."
The students got up and started the long and somewhat dangerous hike to their dormitories. The stairs in the school often moved and there were trick stairs which students often fell through. On the way to their rooms Ron noticed that Harry looked puzzled and maybe even a little upset.
"What's wrong Harry?" He asked.
"Nothing's really wrong, but did you notice that Draco Malfoy never said a word to me. Its not like he didn't have plenty of opportunity and normally he would have insulted me multiple times by now."
"Your right, but I'd be happy about it if I was you. He never has anything nice to say anyway," Ron told him.
"I'm not complaining or anything. I'm just a little confused."
"Maybe he finally grew up," Hermione suggested.
"Yeah maybe," Harry said not really believing it.
They finally made it to their common room entrance. It was covered by a painting of a fat lady in a pink dress.
"Password?" She asked.
The prefect whose name was Martin Snow said "Hocus Pocus" which was followed by laughter by the rest of the Gryffindors. The painting swung forward and revealed a hole in the wall behind it. They followed Martin into the room. The fire was burning brightly and the room was filled with couches and overstuffed chairs.
"I am going to bed," Hermione told them, "I want to be well-rested and alter for classes tomorrow." She then headed towards her dorm room, which was up the stairs on the left side of the common room.
"Good night then," Ron and Harry called after her.
"Good night," she called back and waved.
"I think I'm gonna go to bed too. I'm beat," Harry told Ron.
"Me too. All that food made me tired."
They headed up the stairs on the right side of the common room to their dorm. Their dorm was the same one that they had used since they started at Hogwarts. The door now had a sign on it that said "Sixth Years". Inside the room there were five four-poster beds with bright red curtains. All their belongings were placed at the ends of the beds. Harry looked at the empty birdcage that was sitting on top of his trunk at the end of his bed.
"Hedwig didn't even say goodbye," he thought to himself. Hedwig was the snowy owl Hagrid bought for him on his eleventh birthday. "I guess she was too tired and went straight to the owlery".
Ron was fighting with his owl, Pigwidgeon(A/N: Probably spelt wrong, oh well), who was buzzing around the room and hooting excitedly. "I wish my owl would have went straight to the owlery." He finally caught him and threw him into his cage. Pig started hopping up and down inside the cage.
"Does he ever calm down?" Asked Seamus Finnigan, another sixth year Gryffindor, as he walked into the room. They all laughed.
"Well good night all," said Harry as he changed into his nightshirt and crawled into bed.
"'Night Harry. See you tomorrow," Ron replied with a yawn.
Harry Potter and the Fear Curse
New Year
It was Harry Potter's sixth year at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was on the bright red Hogwart's Express that left platform 93/4 at a train station in London. He was on his way to his first day of school. He celebrated his sixteenth birthday this summer. It was the best and most memorable of all his birthdays. This was because he spent it at his best friend, Ron Weasley's, house. They had invited him to spend the entire summer with them. His guardians, the Dursley's, agreed completely and were none too happy to see him leave through the fireplace. They never liked Harry very much. Whenever possible they pretended that he did not exist. They never liked Harry because he was dropped on their doorstep one night when he was only a baby. Harry's parent's, Lily and James Potter, were murdered by an evil wizard named Voldemort and Harry alone survived. He was saved by his mother sacrificing her own life to save his. All he had to show for the attack was a lightning shaped scar on his forehead.
Harry was sitting on the train starring out the window thinking about the up coming year at school. He loved it there and always counted down the days until he was back again.
"You're not talking very much. Are you feeling okay Harry?" asked Ron. "I'm fine. I'm just thinking about school." He answered him.
"Thinking about all the trouble you can get yourself into you mean" said Hermione, Harry's other best friend. She was a petite girl with frizzy brown hair and a love for books. She had a point. Ever since Harry had started at Hogwarts he had managed to get himself into a lot of trouble, whether he meant to or not.
Ron ignored her comment. "I wonder who our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is. It would be much better if we could keep one for longer than a year."
"I can't believe that he did not assign any books for the class. How are we supposed to learn?" exclaimed Hermione.
Harry just laughed at Hermione's comment and then turned his attention back to the window. Ron and Hermione bickered about the usefulness of books.
"When is the food trolley going to get here?" Ron asked suddenly forgetting all about books. "I'm starving!"
"You're always starving Ron." Harry told him. Not more than a minute later the trolley did arrive and the students bought as much candy as they could afford. By the time they were finished eating they were too full to even continue conversation. They decided to nap for the rest of the trip. The train rid was very long and their naps were short lived due to the fact that they all had sugar highs. It was none too soon when the train finally came to a stop because they were all becoming agitated.
They left their things and jumped off the train to wait for the carriages that would take them all to Hogwarts where they would be able to enjoy the Welcoming feast and the Sorting. During the sorting all the new first years had to sit in front of the rest of the school and the sorting hat is placed on their head. The hat places them in one of the four houses: Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. During Harry's six years at Hogwarts he had only managed to be present at two sortings; his own and the one at the beginning of his fourth year. Somehow he had managed to miss all the rest.
The carriages they were riding in came to a stop in front of the school. Hogwarts looked like a huge, medieval castle equipped with towers and turrets. All the students ran up the front steps and into the front hall. Waiting for them was their Transfiguration teacher Professor McGonagall. An intimidating looking woman with her hair in a tight bun, wearing dark green robes and a wide-brimmed hat.
"Hurry up. Line up everybody. We are ready to start the feast. Longbottom your robe is all wrinkled! Ceccanese take off that hideous hat! Okay everyone follow me."
The students followed McGonagall into the Great Hall. The room consisted of five long tables. One for each of the houses and on at the front of the hall for the teachers and staff. The room was decorated with banners and the school crest, which hung behind the staff table. The ceiling was bewitched to like the sky outside. Right now it was dark navy blue and filled with bright stars. Candles hung in the air above the tables and provided the light for the hall. Harry took his regular seat at the Gryffindor table. He looked up at the staff table. Hagrid, his friend and Care of Magical Creatures teacher, noticed he was looking and waved at him. Hagrid was a half giant with so much hair that all you could see of his face were his small black eyes and his huge grin. Harry waved back then continued to scan the table. Beside Hagrid was Professor Binns, the schools only ghost teacher. Beside him was Professor Flitwick, who was so small he had to sit on many cushions so he could reach his dinner. Then came Harry's least favorite teacher, Professor Snape. He was dressed in long black robes, had a large, hooked nose, and shoulder length, greasy, black hair. He had his usual pissed off look on his face. Harry wanted to laugh. Snape you are so predictable, Harry thought to himself. Next to Snape were two empty seats, one where McGonagall normally sat and the DADA's regular seat. Next to the empty seats was Professor Dumbledore. He had sparkling blue eyes and his hair and beard was long enough to reach his belt. He was wearing long, royal blue robes and pointed bright red shoes. He was smiling and watching the students sit at their tables.
The doors of the Great Hall opened and the scared looking first years walked in behind Professor McGonagall, who was carrying a three-legged stool and a decrypted hat. "Line up in front of the staff table and face the rest of the school" she told them. They did, with a bit of coaxing. She then set up the stool and hat in front of them. A slit in the brim of the hat opened up and the hat broke into song, much to the surprise of the first years.
Many years have past
Since I was first created.
I was needed to separate students,
Into their different houses.
Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw
Are the four houses.
Gryffindor is filled with the brave,
Slytherin the ambitious,
Hufflepuff consists of hard-workers, and
Ravenclaw with the intelligent.
Now each of you will be sorted
To where you most belong.
You house will be your family
Let's hope you get along.
(A/N: Pretty sad, eh? I'm not that creative)
"I think the sorting hat is losing its touch. That song really sucked compared to the ones he normally sings" said Ron.
"It's been doing it for so long maybe its running out of ideas." Hermione suggested.
"Shhhh!" Harry told them. "The sorting is starting".
McGonagall took a scroll out of her robes and read the names of the first years alphabetically. "Athens, Beth" was the first name called. A short, blonde girl walked up to the stool and McGonagall placed the hat on her head. After a couple seconds of deliberation the hat called out "Hufflepuff". The Hufflepuff table cheered loudly as she ran over to them and took a seat. Next came a skinny, rodent looking boy named, Eugene Allen. He was sorted into Slytherin. After him there were two Ravenclaws, another Hufflepuff and a tall black-hared boy named, Ridley Crichton, who was sorted into Gryffindor. The sorting continued for another fifteen minutes then, finally, Professor McGonagall took the hat and chair away.
"Can I have your attention, please?" Dumbledore had stood up and was knocking a spoon on his empty wineglass. The hall slowly quieted and everyone turned to him. " Before we begin our feast there are a few rules that need to be brought to your attention. First, as all of you except our new student know, the forest surrounding the school grounds is off limits to all students. Any student found in the forest will be severely punished, if you are not eaten first. Secondly, Mr. Filch, our caretaker, has a list of places within the school that are restricted. It is posted in his office if any of you would like to look at it. I will stop taking now so you can enjoy your dinner. Thank-you for your attention."
With a small wave of his wand the tables were covered in many meats, cheeses, pastas, puddings, etc. and the students started to fill their plates.
"I've been waiting for this all summer," exclaimed Ron through a mouthful of pork chop.
"Why? Your mom is an awesome cook. Her meals are almost as big as this every night," said a shocked Hermione.
"I know but it's not the same. The house-elves make the best pork chops I've ever eaten." This was answered by a scowl from Hermione. During their fourth year at Hogwarts Hermione had started an organization called S.P.E.W (Society for the Protection of Elven Welfare). She believed the elves were being treated unfairly by their masters. They, on the other hand, enjoyed work and were insulted anytime someone offers to pay them.
After the meal the plates were cleared by another wave of Dumbledore's wand and he stood up again. "I hope you enjoyed your meals," a cheer rang out through the crowd. "Now it's time for bed. You all have a long day tomorrow. Good night."
The students got up and started the long and somewhat dangerous hike to their dormitories. The stairs in the school often moved and there were trick stairs which students often fell through. On the way to their rooms Ron noticed that Harry looked puzzled and maybe even a little upset.
"What's wrong Harry?" He asked.
"Nothing's really wrong, but did you notice that Draco Malfoy never said a word to me. Its not like he didn't have plenty of opportunity and normally he would have insulted me multiple times by now."
"Your right, but I'd be happy about it if I was you. He never has anything nice to say anyway," Ron told him.
"I'm not complaining or anything. I'm just a little confused."
"Maybe he finally grew up," Hermione suggested.
"Yeah maybe," Harry said not really believing it.
They finally made it to their common room entrance. It was covered by a painting of a fat lady in a pink dress.
"Password?" She asked.
The prefect whose name was Martin Snow said "Hocus Pocus" which was followed by laughter by the rest of the Gryffindors. The painting swung forward and revealed a hole in the wall behind it. They followed Martin into the room. The fire was burning brightly and the room was filled with couches and overstuffed chairs.
"I am going to bed," Hermione told them, "I want to be well-rested and alter for classes tomorrow." She then headed towards her dorm room, which was up the stairs on the left side of the common room.
"Good night then," Ron and Harry called after her.
"Good night," she called back and waved.
"I think I'm gonna go to bed too. I'm beat," Harry told Ron.
"Me too. All that food made me tired."
They headed up the stairs on the right side of the common room to their dorm. Their dorm was the same one that they had used since they started at Hogwarts. The door now had a sign on it that said "Sixth Years". Inside the room there were five four-poster beds with bright red curtains. All their belongings were placed at the ends of the beds. Harry looked at the empty birdcage that was sitting on top of his trunk at the end of his bed.
"Hedwig didn't even say goodbye," he thought to himself. Hedwig was the snowy owl Hagrid bought for him on his eleventh birthday. "I guess she was too tired and went straight to the owlery".
Ron was fighting with his owl, Pigwidgeon(A/N: Probably spelt wrong, oh well), who was buzzing around the room and hooting excitedly. "I wish my owl would have went straight to the owlery." He finally caught him and threw him into his cage. Pig started hopping up and down inside the cage.
"Does he ever calm down?" Asked Seamus Finnigan, another sixth year Gryffindor, as he walked into the room. They all laughed.
"Well good night all," said Harry as he changed into his nightshirt and crawled into bed.
"'Night Harry. See you tomorrow," Ron replied with a yawn.
