Author's Note
Hi, we're really new at this and should have really put this in the first chapter. But, since this FF is kinda crazy anyway, it's fitting that this goes at the beginning of chapter 2, rather than where it's supposed to be.
We'd like to dedicate this story to the PRATS. Where would we be, without the PYP? (See homepage in our profile for details). We love you all, you're the best! /I
Disclaimer: All names and places are the property of JK Rowling, and we're really sorry for abusing them this way.
Keep the reviews rolling in, we love them!! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far.
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"Stupid git of a teacher. Can you ever predict anything right?" Hermoine said. "Hello, look over there. You-know-who is already dead. I doubt that he's going to come back and kill Harry now."
"Honestly Hermoine, you really should curb your mouth. This is not the time." Ron started to say, but was cut off but Hermoine.
"Really Ron, you need to lighten up a bit. This is a time for celebration. Anybody hungry?"
"Is that all you ever think about Hermoine, FOOD," Ron was starting to get angry now.
"I don't need this from you two right now," Harry said. "There's enough going on, I don't need you two fighting on top of it,"
Dumbledore clapped his hands together. "Alright it's time for everybody to go back to their common rooms," he said sternly. "I want lights out in a half an hour." He turned to McGonagall and said, "Please get a hold of Fudge, so he can take care of this situation at once."
"The situation has been taking care of Albus. So what do you say we head off to The Three Broomsticks now?"
"Excellent Minerva, but about these drinks, I really don't think now is the time. The children should really be getting back to their dorms."
Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, c'mon professor! Lighten up for an afternoon. We've won!"
Ron let out another gasp and shot Hermione a very disgusted look. Professor McGonnogall, who was obviously trying to hide a very rare smile, looked at Dumbledore, who was pursing his lips and glaring daggers at Hermione.
"Alas, Albus, we have been outnumbered. Come along now, to the Three
Broomsticks it is."
Both Professor Dumbledore and Sirius gave a long, suffering sigh. Obviously, they wanted to be anywhere else but celebrating, and that wasn't in any way normal. Hagrid, however, decided he'd join them for a spot of tea, to "refresh his inner eye." Professor Dumbledore snorted disbelievingly at this, but kept any comments to himself.
Harry, all the while, was trying to ignore everyone. Their strange behavior
was just too much to cope with after everything they'd all been through.
Entering the Three Broomsticks, Harry could have screamed. Remus Lupin and
Ginny Weasley were already there, and Harry was sure they'd both be acting
differently too. The group went and joined them at their table and just as
Harry sat down, he received an Owl. It was anonymous, and was holding what
looked sort of like a Howler, just that it was purple and had silver love
hearts all over it. He untied it from the owl's leg, and he could have sworn
the owl fluttered its eyelashes at him before flying off again. Hoping it
wasn't a Howler, but remembering you should open them straight away, Harry
didn't hesitate. It wasn't a Howler, no. It was a lot worse. A high, not
quite feminine voice rang out at full volume, in an off tune tribute to
Harry.
"He's freed us again, oh joy oh joy
I wish he was mine, this boy this boy
His dark emerald eyes
Simply make me sigh
If only I was his toy."
Harry's eyes darted immediately to Ginny, but she was staring at him coldly,
and not blushing at all, which is what he'd been expecting. Harry, on the
other hand, could have stopped traffic.
"What are you looking at me for Potter?" She practically spat out his name.
"Do you honestly think I'd bother? Bigger head than I thought you had then.""
"Oh no, of all personalities to take over Ginny, it had to be Malfoy," Harry sighed and looked with horror at the purple envelope in his hand. "I hope that doesn't mean that Malfoy is acting like Ginny."
"What are you on about, Potter?" Ginny said as she just glared at him. "I am nothing like that mudblood lover."
Just then Hagrid started raising his hands above his head. He waved them in a circle and started chanting, "Ummm ummm." Then Hagrid started to move his hands over top of Harry's head, continuing his chanting, "Ummm, ummm."
"Hagrid, what are you doing?" Harry asked.
"He's being the big oaf that he normally is," said Ginny. "All he ever predicts is Potter's death. It would be amazing if it actually came true."
Hermione spoke úp then, and she was glaring at Ginny.
"Oh sod off Weasley."
"Ummm, ummm," Hagrid kept on with his chanting.
Harry knew that wasn't really the way that Ginny felt, but he couldn't help but feel a little hurt. He didn't even know what to say to her.
"Ummm, ummm."
"Hagrid, can you please stop," Harry said staring to become annoyed. "I wish I knew what was going on."
Remus saw had heard everything that was going on, and came up to Harry. "Harry, can you explain everything that just happened?" Harry just stared at Remus for the longest time. "Harry are you ok? What is it?"
"It's just that you seem to be like you normally are," Harry said.
"Well who else would I be like?" Remus asked confused.
"I don't know, everybody else seems to be acting totally different," Harry said. "Did you see the way Ginny and Hagrid were? Wait till you see Sirius, you won't believe it. I'm just glad that there is somebody else who is normal still."
Hagrid let out a shriek and pulled his hands away from Harry's head, distracting both him and Remus, and just about everyone else in the pub.
"Harry Potter did not fulfill his destiny, he must die!" Harry rolled his eyes and Hermione spoke up then.
"Oi, he's dead isn't he? He died trying to kill Harry."
Ron rolled his eyes too, and tutted, muttering "honestly" under his breath.
Remus looked at Hagrid quizzically. "What has gotten into you?"
"This is exactly what I was just trying to tell you Remus," Harry got cut off as Sirius came up behind them. He looked down his nose at both of them. Remus didn't seem to notice the look of distaste.
"Sirius! Have a seat and a drink with us."
"I'm afraid I must decline." Sirius said coldly. "I don't associate with werewolves." Ignoring the look of distress Remus was shooting his way, Sirius turned to Harry. "I'll see you at home in about a month, Potter." And he swept out of the Three Broomsticks, his cloak billowing behind him.
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To be continued..
Hi, we're really new at this and should have really put this in the first chapter. But, since this FF is kinda crazy anyway, it's fitting that this goes at the beginning of chapter 2, rather than where it's supposed to be.
We'd like to dedicate this story to the PRATS. Where would we be, without the PYP? (See homepage in our profile for details). We love you all, you're the best! /I
Disclaimer: All names and places are the property of JK Rowling, and we're really sorry for abusing them this way.
Keep the reviews rolling in, we love them!! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far.
~*~
"Stupid git of a teacher. Can you ever predict anything right?" Hermoine said. "Hello, look over there. You-know-who is already dead. I doubt that he's going to come back and kill Harry now."
"Honestly Hermoine, you really should curb your mouth. This is not the time." Ron started to say, but was cut off but Hermoine.
"Really Ron, you need to lighten up a bit. This is a time for celebration. Anybody hungry?"
"Is that all you ever think about Hermoine, FOOD," Ron was starting to get angry now.
"I don't need this from you two right now," Harry said. "There's enough going on, I don't need you two fighting on top of it,"
Dumbledore clapped his hands together. "Alright it's time for everybody to go back to their common rooms," he said sternly. "I want lights out in a half an hour." He turned to McGonagall and said, "Please get a hold of Fudge, so he can take care of this situation at once."
"The situation has been taking care of Albus. So what do you say we head off to The Three Broomsticks now?"
"Excellent Minerva, but about these drinks, I really don't think now is the time. The children should really be getting back to their dorms."
Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, c'mon professor! Lighten up for an afternoon. We've won!"
Ron let out another gasp and shot Hermione a very disgusted look. Professor McGonnogall, who was obviously trying to hide a very rare smile, looked at Dumbledore, who was pursing his lips and glaring daggers at Hermione.
"Alas, Albus, we have been outnumbered. Come along now, to the Three
Broomsticks it is."
Both Professor Dumbledore and Sirius gave a long, suffering sigh. Obviously, they wanted to be anywhere else but celebrating, and that wasn't in any way normal. Hagrid, however, decided he'd join them for a spot of tea, to "refresh his inner eye." Professor Dumbledore snorted disbelievingly at this, but kept any comments to himself.
Harry, all the while, was trying to ignore everyone. Their strange behavior
was just too much to cope with after everything they'd all been through.
Entering the Three Broomsticks, Harry could have screamed. Remus Lupin and
Ginny Weasley were already there, and Harry was sure they'd both be acting
differently too. The group went and joined them at their table and just as
Harry sat down, he received an Owl. It was anonymous, and was holding what
looked sort of like a Howler, just that it was purple and had silver love
hearts all over it. He untied it from the owl's leg, and he could have sworn
the owl fluttered its eyelashes at him before flying off again. Hoping it
wasn't a Howler, but remembering you should open them straight away, Harry
didn't hesitate. It wasn't a Howler, no. It was a lot worse. A high, not
quite feminine voice rang out at full volume, in an off tune tribute to
Harry.
"He's freed us again, oh joy oh joy
I wish he was mine, this boy this boy
His dark emerald eyes
Simply make me sigh
If only I was his toy."
Harry's eyes darted immediately to Ginny, but she was staring at him coldly,
and not blushing at all, which is what he'd been expecting. Harry, on the
other hand, could have stopped traffic.
"What are you looking at me for Potter?" She practically spat out his name.
"Do you honestly think I'd bother? Bigger head than I thought you had then.""
"Oh no, of all personalities to take over Ginny, it had to be Malfoy," Harry sighed and looked with horror at the purple envelope in his hand. "I hope that doesn't mean that Malfoy is acting like Ginny."
"What are you on about, Potter?" Ginny said as she just glared at him. "I am nothing like that mudblood lover."
Just then Hagrid started raising his hands above his head. He waved them in a circle and started chanting, "Ummm ummm." Then Hagrid started to move his hands over top of Harry's head, continuing his chanting, "Ummm, ummm."
"Hagrid, what are you doing?" Harry asked.
"He's being the big oaf that he normally is," said Ginny. "All he ever predicts is Potter's death. It would be amazing if it actually came true."
Hermione spoke úp then, and she was glaring at Ginny.
"Oh sod off Weasley."
"Ummm, ummm," Hagrid kept on with his chanting.
Harry knew that wasn't really the way that Ginny felt, but he couldn't help but feel a little hurt. He didn't even know what to say to her.
"Ummm, ummm."
"Hagrid, can you please stop," Harry said staring to become annoyed. "I wish I knew what was going on."
Remus saw had heard everything that was going on, and came up to Harry. "Harry, can you explain everything that just happened?" Harry just stared at Remus for the longest time. "Harry are you ok? What is it?"
"It's just that you seem to be like you normally are," Harry said.
"Well who else would I be like?" Remus asked confused.
"I don't know, everybody else seems to be acting totally different," Harry said. "Did you see the way Ginny and Hagrid were? Wait till you see Sirius, you won't believe it. I'm just glad that there is somebody else who is normal still."
Hagrid let out a shriek and pulled his hands away from Harry's head, distracting both him and Remus, and just about everyone else in the pub.
"Harry Potter did not fulfill his destiny, he must die!" Harry rolled his eyes and Hermione spoke up then.
"Oi, he's dead isn't he? He died trying to kill Harry."
Ron rolled his eyes too, and tutted, muttering "honestly" under his breath.
Remus looked at Hagrid quizzically. "What has gotten into you?"
"This is exactly what I was just trying to tell you Remus," Harry got cut off as Sirius came up behind them. He looked down his nose at both of them. Remus didn't seem to notice the look of distaste.
"Sirius! Have a seat and a drink with us."
"I'm afraid I must decline." Sirius said coldly. "I don't associate with werewolves." Ignoring the look of distress Remus was shooting his way, Sirius turned to Harry. "I'll see you at home in about a month, Potter." And he swept out of the Three Broomsticks, his cloak billowing behind him.
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To be continued..
