Author's Note: Well, I'm still alive! Although I doubt anyone will be
bothered reading this story anymore. The fifth book was fantastic, but sad.
I bawled my eyes out. Anyway, just to be fair, I won't mention any
specifics for those people who haven't read it or finished reading it.
Also, thanks to those people who have reviewed and I haven't thanked yet.
Please continue to do so; I'd really love comments and suggestions. :)
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Chapter 11 - Confrontations and Surprises
The next Defence Against the Dark Arts revealed that Willow had not known it was Dawn and Hermione follow her a few days ago. She was acting perfectly normal and class ran a normal as the class usually ran.
"Okay, today we will focus more on dark magic and I will be helping you learn how to avoid it, and special techniques you can learn, about how to defend yourself against it." Willow explained loudly, her voice echoing through the classroom. "Now, if you'll open your books to page 21 and read from there until page 28."
Willow had finished speaking and took her place behind her desk as the class moved to get their books out.
"I don't think she knew it was us." Hermione shared with Dawn as the class began to chatter.
"Why do you say that?" Dawn quizzed.
Hermione shrugged. "I don't know, just the way she's been to us so far."
Their short conversation ceased as Dawn began to read her book, like they'd been told to. After class, the four stayed behind to catch up with Willow. It had become tradition since she was Ron's cousin and Dawn knew her well.
"Hey guys, how are you?" Willow chirped when the classroom had emptied except for the four young Gryffindors.
They all smiled and greeted their Professor.
"Did you like my class today? I wasn't putting you to sleep, was I?" She joked, and in response they laughed and shook their heads.
"Well, we better get to our next class, bye Professor." Harry reminded, cutting the conversation short.
Willow stopped them briefly. "Please call me Willow when we're not in class, I don't really feel like a Professor. It still feels weird when people call me that in class." She smiled at Harry and Hermione.
With that they exited the classroom and headed off to their most dreaded class - Potions.
The class was like what they'd come to expect from Snape, hard working and highly unfair. The students attempted to get their way through Potions alive, with very little success though.
"Do you call this a Sleeping potion? What were you doing when you made it, sleeping?" Professor Snape spat out harshly, standing over the cauldron Dawn and Neville were working in.
The two flinched as each word left his mouth. Neville, of course was too nervous around Snape to think straight, and Dawn, well Potions was by far her worst subject. When Snape had selected them to work together, they knew they were in for disaster.
"Longbottom, Summers, can't you make a simple potion without screwing it up?" Snape continued to criticise.
Dawn was getting fed up with being insulted and yelled at as she sat there. She jumped out of her seat and responded in an angry tone.
"Damnit, can't you see we're trying? If we're so 'useless', then why did you make us work together?" She spat, a little worried at the outcome of this outburst, but mainly, she didn't care. "Maybe if you stopped insulting us and actually taught us, we wouldn't screw it up!"
The class looked shocked and there was a short silence. As Dawn stood there for a few seconds, she began to regret saying that more and more. The look on Snape's face could have killed.
"Fifty points from Gryffindor, and I'll see you after class." Snape retorted. "You're lucky you're not getting a week's worth of detention, Miss Summers."
Dawn sat down relieved and nervous at the same time. Neville and the nearby classmates were looking at her like she was insane, but at the same time, they were happy that someone had finally told Snape off.
Dawn and Neville quietly worked away for the remainder of class, hoping that Snape wouldn't drift back over their way.
The bell rang and people rushed out of their most loathed class. Harry, Dawn, Ron and Hermione made quickly for the exit from the Dungeons.
"Miss Summers." They were interrupted by Professor Snape's angry and impatient tone.
"I'll meet you guys outside." She whispered to her friends and turned back in the direction of Snape's desk.
He finished writing down on the parchment on his desk and looked up. "Your comments in today's class have no place in this classroom and I will teach it the way I see fit, I am the Professor here. I can see that you're another troublemaker and I won't hesitate to give you a detention if you cause any trouble like this again."
There was a brief silence and he continued. "Now, leave this room and remember, I'll be watching out from any more tricks from you, and Potter too."
Dawn didn't say a word; she rushed out of the classroom as fast as her legs could carry her. Her friends were waiting outside for her and when she appeared, they all turned to look at her, with concern.
"What'd he say?" Ron questioned, all eyes were on her, curious.
"Well basically he said that I was lucky I didn't get a whole heap of detentions and then he went scary and evil saying that he'd be watching out for me," She explained quickly. "Oh and you too, Harry!"
They walked off as quickly as they could from the Potions classroom and up to the Gryffindor Tower.
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They arrived back at their common room not long after their horrible Potions lesson that afternoon.
Dawn pulled out her homework for Transfiguration and began to work on it while Harry and Ron went to put their books in their dorm, and Harry prepared for Quidditch practice.
Only a few minutes later they returned, clutching a reasonably large package. There seemed to be this thing with mysterious packages being sent around.
They all gathered around and surveyed the package. It was rectangular in shape and you could tell that it contained something soft because it had no jagged hard edges, also the fact that it didn't feel solid when you touched the package.
Harry tore open the paper and pulled out the contents. At first glance, it appeared to be a rather large piece of material. He held it up and it was then revealed to be a cloak.
"That's weird, who would just send you a cloak," Dawn asked. "Can I look at it?"
Harry gave the shining silver cloak to Dawn as Ron found an attached note and read it out loud. "Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you. Use it well."
"Hey, so this was your dad's." Dawn realised as she threw the cloak around her, throwing it on for fun.
Harry and Ron jumped up and stared at her strangely.
"What's wrong?" She frowned as she glanced down at herself.
Her eyeballs nearly jumped out of her sockets when she realised what Harry and Ron were so amazed at. Her body, which was covered with the cloak, was invisible and her head appeared to be floating in mid-air above the chair she was sitting in.
She quickly tore the cloak off, her body reappearing.
"Hey, that's an invisibility cloak!" Ron spoke quietly, as trying not to draw attention from the other people in the common room.
"So, my dad owned an invisibility cloak, wow." Harry said with disbelief.
"Imagine the things you could do with it." Dawn pointed out. "Oh, Hermione's in the library, we should go and show her this."
They left the corner, leaving the scrunched up pieces of torn brown paper on the ground.
A.N - Finished reading this chapter? Well, now please get reviewing. Hehe.
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Chapter 11 - Confrontations and Surprises
The next Defence Against the Dark Arts revealed that Willow had not known it was Dawn and Hermione follow her a few days ago. She was acting perfectly normal and class ran a normal as the class usually ran.
"Okay, today we will focus more on dark magic and I will be helping you learn how to avoid it, and special techniques you can learn, about how to defend yourself against it." Willow explained loudly, her voice echoing through the classroom. "Now, if you'll open your books to page 21 and read from there until page 28."
Willow had finished speaking and took her place behind her desk as the class moved to get their books out.
"I don't think she knew it was us." Hermione shared with Dawn as the class began to chatter.
"Why do you say that?" Dawn quizzed.
Hermione shrugged. "I don't know, just the way she's been to us so far."
Their short conversation ceased as Dawn began to read her book, like they'd been told to. After class, the four stayed behind to catch up with Willow. It had become tradition since she was Ron's cousin and Dawn knew her well.
"Hey guys, how are you?" Willow chirped when the classroom had emptied except for the four young Gryffindors.
They all smiled and greeted their Professor.
"Did you like my class today? I wasn't putting you to sleep, was I?" She joked, and in response they laughed and shook their heads.
"Well, we better get to our next class, bye Professor." Harry reminded, cutting the conversation short.
Willow stopped them briefly. "Please call me Willow when we're not in class, I don't really feel like a Professor. It still feels weird when people call me that in class." She smiled at Harry and Hermione.
With that they exited the classroom and headed off to their most dreaded class - Potions.
The class was like what they'd come to expect from Snape, hard working and highly unfair. The students attempted to get their way through Potions alive, with very little success though.
"Do you call this a Sleeping potion? What were you doing when you made it, sleeping?" Professor Snape spat out harshly, standing over the cauldron Dawn and Neville were working in.
The two flinched as each word left his mouth. Neville, of course was too nervous around Snape to think straight, and Dawn, well Potions was by far her worst subject. When Snape had selected them to work together, they knew they were in for disaster.
"Longbottom, Summers, can't you make a simple potion without screwing it up?" Snape continued to criticise.
Dawn was getting fed up with being insulted and yelled at as she sat there. She jumped out of her seat and responded in an angry tone.
"Damnit, can't you see we're trying? If we're so 'useless', then why did you make us work together?" She spat, a little worried at the outcome of this outburst, but mainly, she didn't care. "Maybe if you stopped insulting us and actually taught us, we wouldn't screw it up!"
The class looked shocked and there was a short silence. As Dawn stood there for a few seconds, she began to regret saying that more and more. The look on Snape's face could have killed.
"Fifty points from Gryffindor, and I'll see you after class." Snape retorted. "You're lucky you're not getting a week's worth of detention, Miss Summers."
Dawn sat down relieved and nervous at the same time. Neville and the nearby classmates were looking at her like she was insane, but at the same time, they were happy that someone had finally told Snape off.
Dawn and Neville quietly worked away for the remainder of class, hoping that Snape wouldn't drift back over their way.
The bell rang and people rushed out of their most loathed class. Harry, Dawn, Ron and Hermione made quickly for the exit from the Dungeons.
"Miss Summers." They were interrupted by Professor Snape's angry and impatient tone.
"I'll meet you guys outside." She whispered to her friends and turned back in the direction of Snape's desk.
He finished writing down on the parchment on his desk and looked up. "Your comments in today's class have no place in this classroom and I will teach it the way I see fit, I am the Professor here. I can see that you're another troublemaker and I won't hesitate to give you a detention if you cause any trouble like this again."
There was a brief silence and he continued. "Now, leave this room and remember, I'll be watching out from any more tricks from you, and Potter too."
Dawn didn't say a word; she rushed out of the classroom as fast as her legs could carry her. Her friends were waiting outside for her and when she appeared, they all turned to look at her, with concern.
"What'd he say?" Ron questioned, all eyes were on her, curious.
"Well basically he said that I was lucky I didn't get a whole heap of detentions and then he went scary and evil saying that he'd be watching out for me," She explained quickly. "Oh and you too, Harry!"
They walked off as quickly as they could from the Potions classroom and up to the Gryffindor Tower.
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They arrived back at their common room not long after their horrible Potions lesson that afternoon.
Dawn pulled out her homework for Transfiguration and began to work on it while Harry and Ron went to put their books in their dorm, and Harry prepared for Quidditch practice.
Only a few minutes later they returned, clutching a reasonably large package. There seemed to be this thing with mysterious packages being sent around.
They all gathered around and surveyed the package. It was rectangular in shape and you could tell that it contained something soft because it had no jagged hard edges, also the fact that it didn't feel solid when you touched the package.
Harry tore open the paper and pulled out the contents. At first glance, it appeared to be a rather large piece of material. He held it up and it was then revealed to be a cloak.
"That's weird, who would just send you a cloak," Dawn asked. "Can I look at it?"
Harry gave the shining silver cloak to Dawn as Ron found an attached note and read it out loud. "Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you. Use it well."
"Hey, so this was your dad's." Dawn realised as she threw the cloak around her, throwing it on for fun.
Harry and Ron jumped up and stared at her strangely.
"What's wrong?" She frowned as she glanced down at herself.
Her eyeballs nearly jumped out of her sockets when she realised what Harry and Ron were so amazed at. Her body, which was covered with the cloak, was invisible and her head appeared to be floating in mid-air above the chair she was sitting in.
She quickly tore the cloak off, her body reappearing.
"Hey, that's an invisibility cloak!" Ron spoke quietly, as trying not to draw attention from the other people in the common room.
"So, my dad owned an invisibility cloak, wow." Harry said with disbelief.
"Imagine the things you could do with it." Dawn pointed out. "Oh, Hermione's in the library, we should go and show her this."
They left the corner, leaving the scrunched up pieces of torn brown paper on the ground.
A.N - Finished reading this chapter? Well, now please get reviewing. Hehe.