A/N As I promised, I got another chapter up soon! Actually, I got annoyed cos not many people reviewed my last chapter so I decided to get off my butt, write some more, update and go to the top of the list again rather than stuck at 288 (where I currently am as I write this). So...enjoy
Oh btw, not all the stuff that I said was coming up next is actually going to happen in this particular chapter...it might take two...
jona- so you've read Fantastic beasts and where to find them too? Very cool book, n'est pas? I love the way you put it "wolfie-boy kick some wormy-butt", very stylish. I can't promise that that will happen, cos I don't know yet but I can promise you I won't kill Remus (he's important later on).
So without further ado...curtains lift
The weeks continued to pass and October ended in a flurry of leaves and a fair amount of storms. November came and went, ripping the leaves off the trees and covering the ground in blankets of frost each night. Eventually, December arrived and slugged slowly through the days leading up to Christmas. The fifth years were kept working feverishly right up to the end of term.
Potions remained as miserable as ever and Neville reached a new record for the number of cauldrons he managed to melt in one term. After the initial shock of having Mrs Figg as a professor, Harry calmed down and really began to enjoy Defence Against the Dark Arts. Professor Trelawney had finally given up the idea that he would drop dead and had turned to her favourite pastime: prophesising Harry's death. The prediction she had made had been all but forgotten and Harry suspected she didn't even know she had made it. In Care of Magical Creatures, they had moved on from the giant sloth things to begin to look at some of the beasts in the Forbidden Forest starting with unicorns, much to the delight of the girls.
With only three days left until the Christmas Holidays, the work slackened enough to allow the fifth years to relax and settle into a festive mood. The castle had already been decorated. Whoever had done it had gone slightly overboard. Boughs of holly were draped over the banisters of the staircases, causing many a pricked finger. Tiny bobbing fairies inhabited the ivy that snaked over the walls and over the ceiling. The fairies, whilst definitely very pretty to look at, had a streak of mischief that ran a mile wide and a mile deep. They dropped berries on peoples' heads, rigged the ivy so it tripped people, stole books and hid them in the toilets, smashed ink bottles on the floor and caused havoc with the lighting. Within three days the caretaker had gone mad and was occasionally to be seen arguing animatedly with the ivy whilst the fairies he was supposed to be berating hovered above him, invariably carrying a recently acquired and exceedingly heavy textbook...
Harry, Ron and Hermione spent their free hours in the common room playing games of wizard chess, exploding snap and gobstones. Small explosions from the corner that Fred and George had claimed as their own were considered perfectly ordinary now.
Angelina had restarted quidditch practice with a vengeance. The Quidditch cup was to be awarded at the end of the spring term rather than the middle of the summer which meant that the matches came around more quickly. The Gryffindor team's next match was in early January, against Ravenclaw. Angelina trained them hard because since the Gryffindor v Slytherin match, Slytherin had played another two games, flattening both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Gryffindor had to win the match against Ravenclaw if they were to stay in with a chance of beating Slytherin. Because of this, the Gryffindor team were, once again, up every morning and training heavily in the increasingly cold weather.
Harry approved highly of the constant quidditch training. It kept his mind off other things...mainly Voldemort. After the first quidditch match his scar had started hurting again, not intensely and not so much that it had him writhing in agony, but it was enough: the occasional twinge that caused him to lose his concentration for a split second or drop his quill in surprise. And there was always a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that made him feel like Voldemort was always near him or watching him.
Luckily, neither Ron nor Hermione seemed to have noticed: they were far too busy arguing with each other. Hermione had once again started campaigning for house elf rights and Ron thought she was mad. The result was several heated arguments that invariably ended in slammed doors. Much to Harry's confusement, however, they had usually made up in a matter of hours only to have another yelling match a couple of days later.
Fortunately, as Christmas approached, both Ron and Hermione calmed down. The amount of homework they received dropped. Fred and George came out of their corner and played havoc. The Gryffindors soon learnt not to eat, drink or even touch anything that had been left lying around the room. All in all, the Gryffindors were in high spirits when term finally ended and people went off home for the holiday.
On Christmas Eve, Gryffindor tower seemed very quiet. Most people had gone home: only the Weasleys, Harry, Neville, Tony Hencher and the Creeveys remained. Hermione had gone home because a distant relative was getting married and had asked the Grangers to the wedding.
After dinner, Harry, Ron and Neville decided to play a game of gobstones. Fred and George sat by the fire talking with Tony whilst Ginny and the Creeveys were bent over a table in the corner whispering excitedly about something. Harry had a queer feeling that it had something to do with him...
Ron yelped for the fifth time as another of the stones spat at him. Neville grinned maliciously and moved again to take one of Harry's stones. The stone he placed in its place promptly opened up and drenched Harry in a smelly purple fluid. Harry took his glasses off and wiped them on a clean part of his robes.
"I don't think I like this game..."
Ron nodded and wiped his face with his robes. "How'd you get so good Neville?"
Neville turned red and looked at his hands as he spoke. "I have a lot of spare time at home. I play with my gran..." he sighed and looked at Harry with eyes that said only too clearly he didn't want to talk about it. "Your turn Harry."
Harry nodded silently and looked at the game board. He still hadn't managed to grasp the concept of the game. As far as he could tell, you were supposed to surround your opponent's stones so they couldn't move any of them. The surrounded stone vanished and one of the others spat at the loser. So far, none of Neville's stones had been captured. Harry was sure he was using some sort of a plan but he couldn't for the life of him work out what it was. He sighed, picked up a green stone and moved it closer to one of Ron's.
Ron frowned and stared intently at the board. He wasn't anyway near as good at this as he was at chess. He squinted and looked at all of Harry's stones which were beginning to threaten one of his. Smiling, he moved it out of harms way and sat back, a smug look on his face. *At least I'm still better than Harry!* The smile was wiped away, however, when Neville picked up one of his and closed a trap that Ron hadn't seen before.
He groaned. "Not again..." and he ducked under the table in an effort to avoid the purple fluid from Neville's stone. Eventually, he peered back over the table and was surprised when Neville and Harry stared at him strangely and then, inexplicably, burst into laughter. "What?" he asked defensively. Neville raised a shaking hand and pointed at his head before stuffing his fist back into his mouth in an effort to stop laughing.
The noise caught the attention of everyone else in the room and they also, suddenly, burst into snorts of laughter.
Ron stood up, his ears starting to turn red. "What is the matter?" he yelled.
Fred pointed at him, sniggering uncontrollably. Tony got up from his armchair with a smile and carted Ron over to the mirror. Ron's jaw dropped open. His red hair had been sprayed with polka dots of purple fluid and the effect was very much like a Filibuster Firework. Tony shook his head, still grinning. "Suits you Ron. Going for the punk look I see.... Here have one of these; it'll make you feel better."
Ron wordlessly accepted the chocolate frog and turned to the others. "If any of you say a word..." he began.
The room burst into more laughter. Furious, Ron glared at them. Because he could do nothing else, he ate the chocolate frog which, for some reason, sent Fred and George into gales of laughter.
Ron glared again. "It's not funny..."
He was interrupted as the portrait door swung open and Professor McGonagall stepped in. "What *is* all this noise? You can be heard from the fifth..." she tailed off as she caught sight of Ron who was standing in the middle of the room in a small puddle of purple liquid which had dripped off his robes staining them a violent shade of violet. His face had deepened to crimson, setting off the polka dot arrangement nicely. And the whole scene contrasted starkly with the red and gold of the Gryffindor common room. Her lips twitched and Harry thought she was trying to hide a smile. "I would suggest, Mr Weasley that you take a shower."
Ron, looking as if he wanted to sink into the floor, nodded mutely. Behind him, the entire room suddenly burst into more laughter. Professor McGonagall frowned. What was going on here? Ron shot a glare at Fred and George who were laughing the hardest, turned and waltzed up the stairs.
Professor McGonagall's eyes widened and she couldn't keep herself from smiling as she caught sight of a bushy brown tail swinging from underneath Ron's robes...
* * *
Remus Lupin paused to look up at the stars and gauge his direction. The full moon shone brightly and he shivered. Thankfully, he was confident he wasn't going to turn into a wolf tonight. The wolfsbane potion had been improved during the past year so that the drinker didn't even turn into a wolf anymore. There were some side effects though. More hair, for one and for another, a tendency towards raw meat. His senses were more accurate as well but that wasn't really a draw back. At least he wasn't going to bite anyone.
He grinned as the Dog Star winked at him. He wondered how Sirius was doing at the moment. He shook his head and corrected his course. More important at the moment was Harry. With the establishment of the Order, Harry could be in grave trouble from Voldemort. And Remus didn't like the way Fawkes was being deceived either. All in all, things weren't looking peachy.
Not for the first time during this long journey, he cursed his stupidity. Why oh why hadn't he thought to bring his wand? Stupid, he knew, but he'd been so anxious when he left the house he had been staying in that he'd forgotten it. He hadn't noticed until two hours later because he'd needed to make a brief visit to a nearby house to alert a few old friends. When he'd returned to the house to retrieve it, he'd found that somebody had already visited. The front door hadn't been forced but he could tell something was wrong as soon as he saw it ajar. He was adamant he had shut it.
His fears had been confirmed when his heightened senses had heard someone moving around inside. He had waited to see if they would leave but time had passed and he needed to be off as soon as possible. Hiding in the bushes outside the house, he hadn't noticed the soft crunch of feet on soil. So he'd been very surprised when another figure had arrived on the scene.
The new arrival had spoken. "He's not here." It was more of a statement than a question and it didn't need an answer but the other spoke anyway.
"No. The werewolf's already made his move. We think he's alerted the others. He left his wand behind..."
The other figure nodded. "Break it. And lie in wait for the rest of the night. He may come back to retrieve it."
Remus heard the unmistakeable sound of a thin strip of wand snapping. He winced. There went his hopes of getting his wand back...
So here he was, three months later. Tired, cold, hungry and without a wand. Despite his lack of a wand he was still moving steadily towards Hogwarts and, judging by his position and current speed, he should arrive shortly after Christmas. Silently, he blessed the fact that he would arrive before the next full moon: he was beginning to run low on wolfsbane potion.
The cracking of a twig warned him of the fact that he was being followed. He continued without slowing, listening for his pursuer. Whoever was following him wasn't doing a very good job of remaining silent. Smiling grimly, he disappeared into the thick foliage that surrounded him, hurried onwards for a couple of minutes and then stopped to wait.
Five minutes later, he was rewarded by the sound of heavy breathing and an awful lot of swearing. Remus rolled his eyes. This tracker was awful.
His heart leapt abruptly as he caught sight of a wand gleaming in the moonlight. *I have to get that wand.* He waited until the short man had huffed and puffed his way past him before drawing a small belt knife and leaping out onto the clueless follower.
As he landed, he made a swift slash at the back of the man's robes. Not to kill or even maim, simply to distract him enough so that Remus could have a decent chance at nicking his wand. The man cried out and stumbled forwards before turning to face his attacker with his wand pointed directly at Remus' chest.
Alarm bells rang in his mind as he saw the man turning and he shifted his knife into an attacking position. A knife was no match against a wand, but it was better than nothing. He needed that wand.
The man recoiled at the sight of the knife and followed the blade upwards to his attacker's eyes whilst Remus did the same.
It was hard to tell who was the most surprised. Whilst the pursuer had known who he was tracking, it surprised him that his quarry had suddenly appeared behind him.
The quarry was struck by the same state of disbelief. He had expected a Death Eater but not this one! Remus found himself looking into the eyes of the man that Harry had prevented him from killing a year and a half ago.
Remus Lupin looked directly into the eyes of Peter Pettigrew and Peter Pettigrew stared back. Then, very swiftly, the shorter man raised his wand and uttered a single word:
"Crucio!"
A/N Hee, hee. Another cliffie. Don't I just keep you hanging on? Ah, these cliffies... they just seem to spring up left, right and centre. But I have been making an effort to stop them recently. I just couldn't resist this time...
I think I'm gonna annoy you and keep the meeting with Firenze for a later chapter. A much later chapter. Maybe I'll throw in another quidditch match to make up for it...
Hugs go to all the reviewers of chapter 9:
Bob-(again) glad you still like it, keep on reviewing.
jona-I've read Quidditch through the Ages too... I should probably go and get a life. Maybe I'll catch one on my brand new broom...and get off your butt and write more of Auriellis. It's great and you haven't done anything since November!!!!!!
butterflygirl- thanks again but could you stop with the threats please. And yes I know I got it from that fic, but I don't care cos it was cool. (for anyone who doesn't understand-most likely everyone-butterflygirl is a friend from school and that was...well let's call it a thing between friends).
Hyper Princess- thanks yet again. Maybe you should read the next chapter when you have more time. I don't want to make you late for that ever elusive bus...grins evilly
Starlight-I've only just realised that you're keeping with me. Sorry! Please come again...
chocchip-glad you like it!
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I know I've already done this but I missed a couple out so I'm doing it again.
Disclaimer- I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters or places (nope not even the giant spiders). They all belong to the wonderful J.K Rowling and are copyrighted to her, Bloomsbury, Scholastic, Warner Bros., Raincoast and any other party I don't know of.
Seeing as all you'd get if you sued me is a bunch of work there's really no point. Hey, I'm fourteen, I don't have any money and the only decent thing I can do is write and you're not going to get that either!
Oh btw, not all the stuff that I said was coming up next is actually going to happen in this particular chapter...it might take two...
jona- so you've read Fantastic beasts and where to find them too? Very cool book, n'est pas? I love the way you put it "wolfie-boy kick some wormy-butt", very stylish. I can't promise that that will happen, cos I don't know yet but I can promise you I won't kill Remus (he's important later on).
So without further ado...curtains lift
The weeks continued to pass and October ended in a flurry of leaves and a fair amount of storms. November came and went, ripping the leaves off the trees and covering the ground in blankets of frost each night. Eventually, December arrived and slugged slowly through the days leading up to Christmas. The fifth years were kept working feverishly right up to the end of term.
Potions remained as miserable as ever and Neville reached a new record for the number of cauldrons he managed to melt in one term. After the initial shock of having Mrs Figg as a professor, Harry calmed down and really began to enjoy Defence Against the Dark Arts. Professor Trelawney had finally given up the idea that he would drop dead and had turned to her favourite pastime: prophesising Harry's death. The prediction she had made had been all but forgotten and Harry suspected she didn't even know she had made it. In Care of Magical Creatures, they had moved on from the giant sloth things to begin to look at some of the beasts in the Forbidden Forest starting with unicorns, much to the delight of the girls.
With only three days left until the Christmas Holidays, the work slackened enough to allow the fifth years to relax and settle into a festive mood. The castle had already been decorated. Whoever had done it had gone slightly overboard. Boughs of holly were draped over the banisters of the staircases, causing many a pricked finger. Tiny bobbing fairies inhabited the ivy that snaked over the walls and over the ceiling. The fairies, whilst definitely very pretty to look at, had a streak of mischief that ran a mile wide and a mile deep. They dropped berries on peoples' heads, rigged the ivy so it tripped people, stole books and hid them in the toilets, smashed ink bottles on the floor and caused havoc with the lighting. Within three days the caretaker had gone mad and was occasionally to be seen arguing animatedly with the ivy whilst the fairies he was supposed to be berating hovered above him, invariably carrying a recently acquired and exceedingly heavy textbook...
Harry, Ron and Hermione spent their free hours in the common room playing games of wizard chess, exploding snap and gobstones. Small explosions from the corner that Fred and George had claimed as their own were considered perfectly ordinary now.
Angelina had restarted quidditch practice with a vengeance. The Quidditch cup was to be awarded at the end of the spring term rather than the middle of the summer which meant that the matches came around more quickly. The Gryffindor team's next match was in early January, against Ravenclaw. Angelina trained them hard because since the Gryffindor v Slytherin match, Slytherin had played another two games, flattening both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Gryffindor had to win the match against Ravenclaw if they were to stay in with a chance of beating Slytherin. Because of this, the Gryffindor team were, once again, up every morning and training heavily in the increasingly cold weather.
Harry approved highly of the constant quidditch training. It kept his mind off other things...mainly Voldemort. After the first quidditch match his scar had started hurting again, not intensely and not so much that it had him writhing in agony, but it was enough: the occasional twinge that caused him to lose his concentration for a split second or drop his quill in surprise. And there was always a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that made him feel like Voldemort was always near him or watching him.
Luckily, neither Ron nor Hermione seemed to have noticed: they were far too busy arguing with each other. Hermione had once again started campaigning for house elf rights and Ron thought she was mad. The result was several heated arguments that invariably ended in slammed doors. Much to Harry's confusement, however, they had usually made up in a matter of hours only to have another yelling match a couple of days later.
Fortunately, as Christmas approached, both Ron and Hermione calmed down. The amount of homework they received dropped. Fred and George came out of their corner and played havoc. The Gryffindors soon learnt not to eat, drink or even touch anything that had been left lying around the room. All in all, the Gryffindors were in high spirits when term finally ended and people went off home for the holiday.
On Christmas Eve, Gryffindor tower seemed very quiet. Most people had gone home: only the Weasleys, Harry, Neville, Tony Hencher and the Creeveys remained. Hermione had gone home because a distant relative was getting married and had asked the Grangers to the wedding.
After dinner, Harry, Ron and Neville decided to play a game of gobstones. Fred and George sat by the fire talking with Tony whilst Ginny and the Creeveys were bent over a table in the corner whispering excitedly about something. Harry had a queer feeling that it had something to do with him...
Ron yelped for the fifth time as another of the stones spat at him. Neville grinned maliciously and moved again to take one of Harry's stones. The stone he placed in its place promptly opened up and drenched Harry in a smelly purple fluid. Harry took his glasses off and wiped them on a clean part of his robes.
"I don't think I like this game..."
Ron nodded and wiped his face with his robes. "How'd you get so good Neville?"
Neville turned red and looked at his hands as he spoke. "I have a lot of spare time at home. I play with my gran..." he sighed and looked at Harry with eyes that said only too clearly he didn't want to talk about it. "Your turn Harry."
Harry nodded silently and looked at the game board. He still hadn't managed to grasp the concept of the game. As far as he could tell, you were supposed to surround your opponent's stones so they couldn't move any of them. The surrounded stone vanished and one of the others spat at the loser. So far, none of Neville's stones had been captured. Harry was sure he was using some sort of a plan but he couldn't for the life of him work out what it was. He sighed, picked up a green stone and moved it closer to one of Ron's.
Ron frowned and stared intently at the board. He wasn't anyway near as good at this as he was at chess. He squinted and looked at all of Harry's stones which were beginning to threaten one of his. Smiling, he moved it out of harms way and sat back, a smug look on his face. *At least I'm still better than Harry!* The smile was wiped away, however, when Neville picked up one of his and closed a trap that Ron hadn't seen before.
He groaned. "Not again..." and he ducked under the table in an effort to avoid the purple fluid from Neville's stone. Eventually, he peered back over the table and was surprised when Neville and Harry stared at him strangely and then, inexplicably, burst into laughter. "What?" he asked defensively. Neville raised a shaking hand and pointed at his head before stuffing his fist back into his mouth in an effort to stop laughing.
The noise caught the attention of everyone else in the room and they also, suddenly, burst into snorts of laughter.
Ron stood up, his ears starting to turn red. "What is the matter?" he yelled.
Fred pointed at him, sniggering uncontrollably. Tony got up from his armchair with a smile and carted Ron over to the mirror. Ron's jaw dropped open. His red hair had been sprayed with polka dots of purple fluid and the effect was very much like a Filibuster Firework. Tony shook his head, still grinning. "Suits you Ron. Going for the punk look I see.... Here have one of these; it'll make you feel better."
Ron wordlessly accepted the chocolate frog and turned to the others. "If any of you say a word..." he began.
The room burst into more laughter. Furious, Ron glared at them. Because he could do nothing else, he ate the chocolate frog which, for some reason, sent Fred and George into gales of laughter.
Ron glared again. "It's not funny..."
He was interrupted as the portrait door swung open and Professor McGonagall stepped in. "What *is* all this noise? You can be heard from the fifth..." she tailed off as she caught sight of Ron who was standing in the middle of the room in a small puddle of purple liquid which had dripped off his robes staining them a violent shade of violet. His face had deepened to crimson, setting off the polka dot arrangement nicely. And the whole scene contrasted starkly with the red and gold of the Gryffindor common room. Her lips twitched and Harry thought she was trying to hide a smile. "I would suggest, Mr Weasley that you take a shower."
Ron, looking as if he wanted to sink into the floor, nodded mutely. Behind him, the entire room suddenly burst into more laughter. Professor McGonagall frowned. What was going on here? Ron shot a glare at Fred and George who were laughing the hardest, turned and waltzed up the stairs.
Professor McGonagall's eyes widened and she couldn't keep herself from smiling as she caught sight of a bushy brown tail swinging from underneath Ron's robes...
* * *
Remus Lupin paused to look up at the stars and gauge his direction. The full moon shone brightly and he shivered. Thankfully, he was confident he wasn't going to turn into a wolf tonight. The wolfsbane potion had been improved during the past year so that the drinker didn't even turn into a wolf anymore. There were some side effects though. More hair, for one and for another, a tendency towards raw meat. His senses were more accurate as well but that wasn't really a draw back. At least he wasn't going to bite anyone.
He grinned as the Dog Star winked at him. He wondered how Sirius was doing at the moment. He shook his head and corrected his course. More important at the moment was Harry. With the establishment of the Order, Harry could be in grave trouble from Voldemort. And Remus didn't like the way Fawkes was being deceived either. All in all, things weren't looking peachy.
Not for the first time during this long journey, he cursed his stupidity. Why oh why hadn't he thought to bring his wand? Stupid, he knew, but he'd been so anxious when he left the house he had been staying in that he'd forgotten it. He hadn't noticed until two hours later because he'd needed to make a brief visit to a nearby house to alert a few old friends. When he'd returned to the house to retrieve it, he'd found that somebody had already visited. The front door hadn't been forced but he could tell something was wrong as soon as he saw it ajar. He was adamant he had shut it.
His fears had been confirmed when his heightened senses had heard someone moving around inside. He had waited to see if they would leave but time had passed and he needed to be off as soon as possible. Hiding in the bushes outside the house, he hadn't noticed the soft crunch of feet on soil. So he'd been very surprised when another figure had arrived on the scene.
The new arrival had spoken. "He's not here." It was more of a statement than a question and it didn't need an answer but the other spoke anyway.
"No. The werewolf's already made his move. We think he's alerted the others. He left his wand behind..."
The other figure nodded. "Break it. And lie in wait for the rest of the night. He may come back to retrieve it."
Remus heard the unmistakeable sound of a thin strip of wand snapping. He winced. There went his hopes of getting his wand back...
So here he was, three months later. Tired, cold, hungry and without a wand. Despite his lack of a wand he was still moving steadily towards Hogwarts and, judging by his position and current speed, he should arrive shortly after Christmas. Silently, he blessed the fact that he would arrive before the next full moon: he was beginning to run low on wolfsbane potion.
The cracking of a twig warned him of the fact that he was being followed. He continued without slowing, listening for his pursuer. Whoever was following him wasn't doing a very good job of remaining silent. Smiling grimly, he disappeared into the thick foliage that surrounded him, hurried onwards for a couple of minutes and then stopped to wait.
Five minutes later, he was rewarded by the sound of heavy breathing and an awful lot of swearing. Remus rolled his eyes. This tracker was awful.
His heart leapt abruptly as he caught sight of a wand gleaming in the moonlight. *I have to get that wand.* He waited until the short man had huffed and puffed his way past him before drawing a small belt knife and leaping out onto the clueless follower.
As he landed, he made a swift slash at the back of the man's robes. Not to kill or even maim, simply to distract him enough so that Remus could have a decent chance at nicking his wand. The man cried out and stumbled forwards before turning to face his attacker with his wand pointed directly at Remus' chest.
Alarm bells rang in his mind as he saw the man turning and he shifted his knife into an attacking position. A knife was no match against a wand, but it was better than nothing. He needed that wand.
The man recoiled at the sight of the knife and followed the blade upwards to his attacker's eyes whilst Remus did the same.
It was hard to tell who was the most surprised. Whilst the pursuer had known who he was tracking, it surprised him that his quarry had suddenly appeared behind him.
The quarry was struck by the same state of disbelief. He had expected a Death Eater but not this one! Remus found himself looking into the eyes of the man that Harry had prevented him from killing a year and a half ago.
Remus Lupin looked directly into the eyes of Peter Pettigrew and Peter Pettigrew stared back. Then, very swiftly, the shorter man raised his wand and uttered a single word:
"Crucio!"
A/N Hee, hee. Another cliffie. Don't I just keep you hanging on? Ah, these cliffies... they just seem to spring up left, right and centre. But I have been making an effort to stop them recently. I just couldn't resist this time...
I think I'm gonna annoy you and keep the meeting with Firenze for a later chapter. A much later chapter. Maybe I'll throw in another quidditch match to make up for it...
Hugs go to all the reviewers of chapter 9:
Bob-(again) glad you still like it, keep on reviewing.
jona-I've read Quidditch through the Ages too... I should probably go and get a life. Maybe I'll catch one on my brand new broom...and get off your butt and write more of Auriellis. It's great and you haven't done anything since November!!!!!!
butterflygirl- thanks again but could you stop with the threats please. And yes I know I got it from that fic, but I don't care cos it was cool. (for anyone who doesn't understand-most likely everyone-butterflygirl is a friend from school and that was...well let's call it a thing between friends).
Hyper Princess- thanks yet again. Maybe you should read the next chapter when you have more time. I don't want to make you late for that ever elusive bus...grins evilly
Starlight-I've only just realised that you're keeping with me. Sorry! Please come again...
chocchip-glad you like it!
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I know I've already done this but I missed a couple out so I'm doing it again.
Disclaimer- I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters or places (nope not even the giant spiders). They all belong to the wonderful J.K Rowling and are copyrighted to her, Bloomsbury, Scholastic, Warner Bros., Raincoast and any other party I don't know of.
Seeing as all you'd get if you sued me is a bunch of work there's really no point. Hey, I'm fourteen, I don't have any money and the only decent thing I can do is write and you're not going to get that either!