Author's Note- crisis in the Jono household!!!
Have just watched last episode of first season! I CANNOT believe the way it left off! Susan tells Steve
to propose to her and then when he's about to say something, Jeff, drunk, appears from next to the
bed and starts laughing.
Erg! NOOOOOO! Must buy SECOND season!
Here is the it's-gonna-leave-you-hanging- 22nd chapter- The Christmas Ball!! (it continues to chapter
23)
Oh is it just me... or does it look like the cast of the movie... like Daniel, Tom, and Rupert look like
their sixteen years old?
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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The Christmas Ball
Harry woke up on Christmas morning to a heap of presents laying next to his bed. Hermione
was in their dormitory, she had apparently opened all her presents, and was watching Ron open the
one she had given him.
"A Hand guide to Playing Keeper! Cool! Thanks!"
"There's more," she said and pointed to the bottom of a box. Ron eagerly took out a special
Christmas pack of Fred and George's fireworks. "I ordered them last year before they left!" Hermione
continued.
"Thanks Hermione!" Ron said rapturously and hugged her around the neck.
"Good morning everyone," Harry said as he pulled a shirt over his head.
"Morning Harry!" Hermione lauded. "Open your presents!"
Harry proceeded to do exactly what she had told him to do and opened up his gifts. He
received lots of items from Fred and George' shop, from them. Hermione had given him books about
N.E.W.T.S., which Harry thought would come in handy, and a few Quidditch books. Mrs. Weasley and
Mr. Weasley had of course given him a new sweater which was black this time. A mince pie was also
included. For the first time, Ginny had given him a gift, Bertie Botts Every Flavor Jellybeans and some
candles which Harry laughed at it.
Unfortunately, the unwrapping of the gifts and enjoyment of the morning went by quickly and
nighttime approached. Hermione, and most of the other girls, had locked themselves in their
dormitories until eight o'clock, which is when the ball would start. Harry and Ron sat in the common
room, checking their watches every now and then, waiting for them to appear at the top of the
staircase and make their way down.
Words were scarce. Harry and Ron did not even say much to each other when alas, Hermione
appeared from the staircase, and made Ron goggle.
Her hair was straightened and she had make-up on! A first for Hermione, Harry suspected.
She was wearing a striking black dress without straps which would make any guy trip over himself.
"You guys looks speechless," she said uncertainly. "Do I look okay?"
Ron and Harry nodded quickly and Hermione grinned. "Where did you guys get the suits?"
"We asked Fred and George... and since Ron and I are basically the same height, their
tuxedos fit perfectly," Harry explained.
"Well, shall we head down?" Hermione asked. Harry and Ron got up, and each escorted
Hermione Granger down to the Christmas Ball--
–Above them, at the Ministry of Magic–
Cornelius Fudge sat at his desk, filling out paperwork. The clock above him said 7:45.
"Well, I had better get home," he said eagerly and bustled over to a filing cabinet, where he
filed some papers.
Suddenly, the door opened.
"Mr. Fudge?" Percy Weasley asked, sneaking inside. "May I have a word?"
At the Ministry hotel, far from Fudge's office, Narcissa Malfoy snuck out of her room and
walked to the entrance of the Ministry. A figure appeared out of nowhere. It was Voldemort.
"Hello Narcissa," Voldemort said.
"I will bring your bags to my room, sir," she said and picked up a large briefcase.
"Others will be coming. Keep watch," he instructed and followed Narcissa as they passed the
sleeping man behind the reception desk.
"Sleepiro," Voldemort whispered and a tiny thin light shot through the man's chest. He kept
snoring. "He won't ever wake up," Voldemort explained.
Percy was still in Fudge's office.
"What do you need, Percy?" Fudge asked once again to his assistant, who was staring blankly
at him.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fudge," Percy said. "Stupefy!"
Cornelius Fudge dropped to the ground with a thud.
–Back at Affotts–
Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the gallant Great Hall, which was already filling up with
students. There was a band set up in a corner, tuning up their guitars and testing their microphones.
The Christmas trees were sparkling in the dimmed light.
A few colored illuminations shadowed the floor in various colors. There was a huge food table,
stretching along all of the east wall, which was about fifty feet.
By eight o'clock, everyone had filed into the Hall, which was very crowded, and Dumbledore
stood up to make a toast.
"For one semester, very well done. Enjoy yourselves tonight," he said, and his eyes sparkled.
The doors to the Great Hall closed shut on their own.
The band began to play, pounding away at their instruments. A hand touched Harry's
shoulder and he turned around. Ginny was standing there in a billowing brick red dress. Her hair was
up in a bun.
"Care to dance?" she asked. She led him to the dance floor, which was filled with kids. Two
youngsters were already making out in the corner.
Harry placed his hands on Ginny's waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"It's beautiful in here," Ginny whispered quietly.
"I know," Harry replied. "How was your day?""
Remus Lupin awoke in bed, Tonks next to him. Something wasn't right. There was a light
breeze flying in the room. He noticed the door was open, and heard figures rushing past it. It was
Mad-Eye who stormed into the bedroom and woke them up.
"Voldemort is here," Mad-Eye grunted and flipped on the lights. Fred and George were walking
down to the hotel lobby to get some ice when they saw the receptionist get zapped with a spell. They
apparated here."
Remus shook Tonks who woke up peacefully.
"Yes?" she asked, fainéant.
"No time for being lazy. He's here. No more fooling around... I don't mean that as a pun,"
Remus said as he pulled a shirt over himself.
"What do you mean? Voldemort is here!?" Tonks asked urgently.
"Yes! And if you don't get your asses out of that bed, something is going to happen," Mad-Eye
raged.
It was too late though. On the dance floor in the Great Hall, Harry's scar burned, feeling like it
was splitting his forehead in half. He screamed in agony and fell to the floor. Dumbledore shot up,
looking at Harry is fear. The first time in a long time that Harry had ever seen reverence expressed in
his face.
"Harry!" Ginny yelled. "What's going on!?"
Hermione ran over with Ron. Students were gathering around... the music was still blaring in
their ears.
"TURN THE DAMN MUSIC OFF! TELL THEM TO SHUT UP!" Hermione screamed and the band
stopped playing to many people's angry remarks.
"He's getting closer!" Harry said. "HE'S HERE!"
Professor McGonagall bent down on the floor and helped Harry up. She beckoned Snape
forward. "Tell Dumbledore to evacuate this Hall... now."
Professor Snape ran to the back of the hall, where Dumbledore was standing.
"He's coming! Voldemort! Minerva asks you to evacuate the Hall."
Dumbledore nodded and pointed his wand at his throat. "Sonorous." He coughed a bit and
then began to speak, his voice ten times louder. "Students! Please enter this back room." Dumbledore
pointed to a door which shot open immediately. There was a long pause in which everyone stared at
him, but eventually, there was movement.
The students of Affotts, confused, obeyed him, and entered the room in groups. Dumbledore
rushed to Professor Flitwick and Professor Trelawney.
"You both will be guards in there. Do not let anyone out. Do not exit the room. Barricade it.
Do what you need to do!" he muttered. He then ran to Professor Sinistra, Madam Pince, and Madam
Promfrey, and told them each the same thing.
When all the students had entered the small room, which was used during the Tri-Wizard
Tournament, Dumbledore locked the doors with his wand and rushed over to Harry, passing the band,
which had also entered the room.
Only Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagall stood in the room
now. They were helping out Harry when all of a sudden, the oak doors to the Hall shot open. Wind
blew throughout the area, sending Harry's hair flying backwards.
A figure in a dark black cloak, with his head down, walked into the opening, Bellatrix
Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy on both sides of him.
Harry's scar was agonizing him. Ginny was breathing sharply as Professors Dumbledore,
McGonagall, and Snape each raised their wands.
The hooded figure looked up. Two red glints came out of the shadows.
"Alas," the man said. "We meet again."
Lord Voldemort was back to avenge war on everyone he hated.
Have just watched last episode of first season! I CANNOT believe the way it left off! Susan tells Steve
to propose to her and then when he's about to say something, Jeff, drunk, appears from next to the
bed and starts laughing.
Erg! NOOOOOO! Must buy SECOND season!
Here is the it's-gonna-leave-you-hanging- 22nd chapter- The Christmas Ball!! (it continues to chapter
23)
Oh is it just me... or does it look like the cast of the movie... like Daniel, Tom, and Rupert look like
their sixteen years old?
!~*@)$_@_*)$+@+!+!++~!!~*@)$_@_*)$+@+!+!++~!!~*@)$_@_*)$+@+!+!++~!
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The Christmas Ball
Harry woke up on Christmas morning to a heap of presents laying next to his bed. Hermione
was in their dormitory, she had apparently opened all her presents, and was watching Ron open the
one she had given him.
"A Hand guide to Playing Keeper! Cool! Thanks!"
"There's more," she said and pointed to the bottom of a box. Ron eagerly took out a special
Christmas pack of Fred and George's fireworks. "I ordered them last year before they left!" Hermione
continued.
"Thanks Hermione!" Ron said rapturously and hugged her around the neck.
"Good morning everyone," Harry said as he pulled a shirt over his head.
"Morning Harry!" Hermione lauded. "Open your presents!"
Harry proceeded to do exactly what she had told him to do and opened up his gifts. He
received lots of items from Fred and George' shop, from them. Hermione had given him books about
N.E.W.T.S., which Harry thought would come in handy, and a few Quidditch books. Mrs. Weasley and
Mr. Weasley had of course given him a new sweater which was black this time. A mince pie was also
included. For the first time, Ginny had given him a gift, Bertie Botts Every Flavor Jellybeans and some
candles which Harry laughed at it.
Unfortunately, the unwrapping of the gifts and enjoyment of the morning went by quickly and
nighttime approached. Hermione, and most of the other girls, had locked themselves in their
dormitories until eight o'clock, which is when the ball would start. Harry and Ron sat in the common
room, checking their watches every now and then, waiting for them to appear at the top of the
staircase and make their way down.
Words were scarce. Harry and Ron did not even say much to each other when alas, Hermione
appeared from the staircase, and made Ron goggle.
Her hair was straightened and she had make-up on! A first for Hermione, Harry suspected.
She was wearing a striking black dress without straps which would make any guy trip over himself.
"You guys looks speechless," she said uncertainly. "Do I look okay?"
Ron and Harry nodded quickly and Hermione grinned. "Where did you guys get the suits?"
"We asked Fred and George... and since Ron and I are basically the same height, their
tuxedos fit perfectly," Harry explained.
"Well, shall we head down?" Hermione asked. Harry and Ron got up, and each escorted
Hermione Granger down to the Christmas Ball--
–Above them, at the Ministry of Magic–
Cornelius Fudge sat at his desk, filling out paperwork. The clock above him said 7:45.
"Well, I had better get home," he said eagerly and bustled over to a filing cabinet, where he
filed some papers.
Suddenly, the door opened.
"Mr. Fudge?" Percy Weasley asked, sneaking inside. "May I have a word?"
At the Ministry hotel, far from Fudge's office, Narcissa Malfoy snuck out of her room and
walked to the entrance of the Ministry. A figure appeared out of nowhere. It was Voldemort.
"Hello Narcissa," Voldemort said.
"I will bring your bags to my room, sir," she said and picked up a large briefcase.
"Others will be coming. Keep watch," he instructed and followed Narcissa as they passed the
sleeping man behind the reception desk.
"Sleepiro," Voldemort whispered and a tiny thin light shot through the man's chest. He kept
snoring. "He won't ever wake up," Voldemort explained.
Percy was still in Fudge's office.
"What do you need, Percy?" Fudge asked once again to his assistant, who was staring blankly
at him.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fudge," Percy said. "Stupefy!"
Cornelius Fudge dropped to the ground with a thud.
–Back at Affotts–
Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the gallant Great Hall, which was already filling up with
students. There was a band set up in a corner, tuning up their guitars and testing their microphones.
The Christmas trees were sparkling in the dimmed light.
A few colored illuminations shadowed the floor in various colors. There was a huge food table,
stretching along all of the east wall, which was about fifty feet.
By eight o'clock, everyone had filed into the Hall, which was very crowded, and Dumbledore
stood up to make a toast.
"For one semester, very well done. Enjoy yourselves tonight," he said, and his eyes sparkled.
The doors to the Great Hall closed shut on their own.
The band began to play, pounding away at their instruments. A hand touched Harry's
shoulder and he turned around. Ginny was standing there in a billowing brick red dress. Her hair was
up in a bun.
"Care to dance?" she asked. She led him to the dance floor, which was filled with kids. Two
youngsters were already making out in the corner.
Harry placed his hands on Ginny's waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"It's beautiful in here," Ginny whispered quietly.
"I know," Harry replied. "How was your day?""
Remus Lupin awoke in bed, Tonks next to him. Something wasn't right. There was a light
breeze flying in the room. He noticed the door was open, and heard figures rushing past it. It was
Mad-Eye who stormed into the bedroom and woke them up.
"Voldemort is here," Mad-Eye grunted and flipped on the lights. Fred and George were walking
down to the hotel lobby to get some ice when they saw the receptionist get zapped with a spell. They
apparated here."
Remus shook Tonks who woke up peacefully.
"Yes?" she asked, fainéant.
"No time for being lazy. He's here. No more fooling around... I don't mean that as a pun,"
Remus said as he pulled a shirt over himself.
"What do you mean? Voldemort is here!?" Tonks asked urgently.
"Yes! And if you don't get your asses out of that bed, something is going to happen," Mad-Eye
raged.
It was too late though. On the dance floor in the Great Hall, Harry's scar burned, feeling like it
was splitting his forehead in half. He screamed in agony and fell to the floor. Dumbledore shot up,
looking at Harry is fear. The first time in a long time that Harry had ever seen reverence expressed in
his face.
"Harry!" Ginny yelled. "What's going on!?"
Hermione ran over with Ron. Students were gathering around... the music was still blaring in
their ears.
"TURN THE DAMN MUSIC OFF! TELL THEM TO SHUT UP!" Hermione screamed and the band
stopped playing to many people's angry remarks.
"He's getting closer!" Harry said. "HE'S HERE!"
Professor McGonagall bent down on the floor and helped Harry up. She beckoned Snape
forward. "Tell Dumbledore to evacuate this Hall... now."
Professor Snape ran to the back of the hall, where Dumbledore was standing.
"He's coming! Voldemort! Minerva asks you to evacuate the Hall."
Dumbledore nodded and pointed his wand at his throat. "Sonorous." He coughed a bit and
then began to speak, his voice ten times louder. "Students! Please enter this back room." Dumbledore
pointed to a door which shot open immediately. There was a long pause in which everyone stared at
him, but eventually, there was movement.
The students of Affotts, confused, obeyed him, and entered the room in groups. Dumbledore
rushed to Professor Flitwick and Professor Trelawney.
"You both will be guards in there. Do not let anyone out. Do not exit the room. Barricade it.
Do what you need to do!" he muttered. He then ran to Professor Sinistra, Madam Pince, and Madam
Promfrey, and told them each the same thing.
When all the students had entered the small room, which was used during the Tri-Wizard
Tournament, Dumbledore locked the doors with his wand and rushed over to Harry, passing the band,
which had also entered the room.
Only Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagall stood in the room
now. They were helping out Harry when all of a sudden, the oak doors to the Hall shot open. Wind
blew throughout the area, sending Harry's hair flying backwards.
A figure in a dark black cloak, with his head down, walked into the opening, Bellatrix
Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy on both sides of him.
Harry's scar was agonizing him. Ginny was breathing sharply as Professors Dumbledore,
McGonagall, and Snape each raised their wands.
The hooded figure looked up. Two red glints came out of the shadows.
"Alas," the man said. "We meet again."
Lord Voldemort was back to avenge war on everyone he hated.