Chapter Five~ Detention Postponed
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"Incarcerous!" Hermione shouted. Ropes like snakes wrapped around the chair she had been practicing on. Ron gave a scowl. "I can do that!" he said proudly. "Incarcerou-hey!" he shouted.
Harry had shouted "Protego!" at Ron's chair, which gave off a shield to protect it. "You aren't listening!" Harry said. Ron's face changed into an innocent one. "Yeah I was." He said.
"Okay, tell me, what have you heard so far?" Harry asked as he shifted in his seat in the empty classroom they were in. It was lunchtime and they were practicing their defensive and offensive spells right before Defence Against the Dark Arts.
Their new teacher was named Professor Tonks... at least, that's what she wanted to be called instead of her real name, Nymphadora. She is part of the Order of the Phoenix and one of Harry, Ron and Hermione's favourite teachers.
She was clumsy, yes, but she was very good, understanding and fun.
"Um... McGonagall gave you and Cho detention..." Ron muttered with Hermione watching the two boys. "Yes, go on?" Harry asked as he put one of his legs over one of his.
"Uh..." Ron muttered as he looked over to Hermione who shrugged and tried to redo the spell on the chair she was practicing on. Harry sighed and stood up. This made a wave of nervousness shoot across Ron.
"Forget it... might as well return to this. I just... feel bad about it..." Harry said. Ron looked guilty. "Incarcerous!" Harry shouted and his chair was successfully bound with ropes.
"Look Harry, try to talk to her, if you feel like that." Hermione said, reciting the counter curse for the chair bound in ropes. Harry looked at her. "Oh yeah? She'll just shout at my face and-"
The door swung open. "Harry! Ron, Hermione, what are you three doing here?" Tonks' cheery voice came. Everyone looked at her. Harry smiled. "Hey!" he greeted.
Tonks walked over to them and saw Harry's chair lying on the ground with the curse on it. "Ah! Practicing for my next lesson, I see. Well, good job! Keep it up and I like the determination." She said.
Her hair was pointy neon green and she had a mole on her forehead. Harry squinted at it. "Uh... Tonks... what's with the mole?" he asked. Tonks looked at her forehead.
"Oh! Ha! I thought I could try to put stuff on my face too! Hey, ten minutes to Defence, grab something to eat before my lesson so you have a bit of strength for what I have planned today!" she said with a wink as she left.
"I thought it was a practical exam on this curse only?" Hermione asked. Tonks stopped and turned around. She smiled. "That's what you think!" she said and left.
* * *
"Good afternoon class!" Tonks said and a hearty reply came. "Today, we are to study offensive and defensive spells. Everything! Now, break into partners and I will give instruction." She said.
The Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs split and a chorus of chatter and laughing was heard. Harry, as usual, paired up with Ron and Hermione with Neville. Parvati was with Lavender, Seamus with Dean and more of the usual.
"Okay, now, for the first part of the lesson, one of you will be the attacker and one, the victim. When my whistle is heard, switch." She said. Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Recite every defensive and offensive spell you know. Goal number one, for the victims or the defence, try to block as many spells as you can and goal number two, for the attacker or the offence, try to be successful... and I don't want any accidents here-ah!!!" Tonks said.
Everyone jumped. She accidentally hit a small table with a globe on it and let it fall. Some laughed and others just smiled. Harry just smiled. Tonks brushed herself off.
"Now, I will be sending a pair of levitating parchment and a Quick-Quotes- Quill to take note of the performance on each pair... yes Hermione?" Tonks asked.
Hermione had her hand up in the air. "Professor, what if we hit the parchment and quill by accident?" she asked. Tonks smiled proudly. "I was getting to that. Anyway, they are specially charmed to take note of every action and they have a shield on them." she said as she smiled at Hermione.
"Anymore questions?" Tonks asked. No one moved. "Okay then!" she said blew a whistle. Everyone stood up and stood in front of each partner. Ron nervously walked to Harry. "Harry, you be the victim first..." he said.
Harry nodded. "Sure." He said. Harry knew he made Ron nervous since he taught the D.A. last year everything they knew... but not all.
After the lesson, everyone did a good job, except for Neville, who almost all the time collided with Harry after Hermione had shot an offensive spell at him.
They had Potions and then Divination next... Harry suddenly wished he were in the detention room with Cho instead of in the dungeon with Snape or the tower with Trelawney.
At precisely ten to six, Harry made his way to McGonagall's office and saw that the corridor was empty. Harry sighed and proceeded.
Pain shot through his forehead and spread throughout his body each time he took steps forward. He didn't notice his walking was now as if he was terribly drunk.
Harry moaned softly as he fell on his knees, not minding the pain in his legs. His scar was burning fiercely. He dropped his books and lay on the floor, rubbing his forehead harshly.
His vision was blurry... he could feel the stony coldness of the floor behind his back... he wanted to rub his forehead against it to help remove the pain... anything to remove the pain.
Without Harry knowing... he shouted out loud, trying to release the pain he contained in him...
He felt a hand on his arm, she was saying his name... asking him what was wrong... he heard her voice shout something and a few minutes later, he was being lifted to his feet, his arm over a shoulder... a small shoulder and his other arm over another...
* * *
Harry awoke in the hospital wing with a start. He saw someone beside his bed and took his glasses to see who it was...
Cho Chang...
Harry blinked a few times, trying to make sure if it was really her. When she caught his eye. She looked away. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice trying to be cold.
Harry tried to sit up properly without any help from Cho. "W-What are you doing here?" Harry asked as he rubbed the back of his head. Cho looked back at him. "I saw you, you were on the floor, shouting and moaning in pain. I then called McGonagall who was coming towards us and we brought you here."
Cho seemed shy while she explained everything to Harry. He saw her bite her lip and lower her head a bit. She then faced him. "You should have called someone right away!" she said forcefully.
Harry looked at her. "How was I supposed to when the pain in my scar hurt badly?" he asked but he wasn't angry nor was he peaceful about it. Cho looked away again.
"Well... I..." Cho started. Harry looked at her. She was blushing furiously. Maybe he was too... he didn't know... "What?" he asked. Cho looked at him. "Nothing." She said.
They were quiet. "Harry... to tell you the truth... I felt... when you were..." Cho said as she played with her fingers. "I... I felt..." she muttered. Just then, Madam Pomfrey came in.
"Ah! Potter! You are awake. You may go Ms. Chang, I'll have to tend to Potter here..." she said. Cho looked up and to Harry who was expecting her to finish what she was saying. She nodded and left.
When she walked to the door, she could hear Madam Pomfrey, "Your scar is hopeless! Only He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is the cause of this... here, drink this!" she said and Cho heard Harry moan in disgust.
She smiled and left.
***
"Incarcerous!" Hermione shouted. Ropes like snakes wrapped around the chair she had been practicing on. Ron gave a scowl. "I can do that!" he said proudly. "Incarcerou-hey!" he shouted.
Harry had shouted "Protego!" at Ron's chair, which gave off a shield to protect it. "You aren't listening!" Harry said. Ron's face changed into an innocent one. "Yeah I was." He said.
"Okay, tell me, what have you heard so far?" Harry asked as he shifted in his seat in the empty classroom they were in. It was lunchtime and they were practicing their defensive and offensive spells right before Defence Against the Dark Arts.
Their new teacher was named Professor Tonks... at least, that's what she wanted to be called instead of her real name, Nymphadora. She is part of the Order of the Phoenix and one of Harry, Ron and Hermione's favourite teachers.
She was clumsy, yes, but she was very good, understanding and fun.
"Um... McGonagall gave you and Cho detention..." Ron muttered with Hermione watching the two boys. "Yes, go on?" Harry asked as he put one of his legs over one of his.
"Uh..." Ron muttered as he looked over to Hermione who shrugged and tried to redo the spell on the chair she was practicing on. Harry sighed and stood up. This made a wave of nervousness shoot across Ron.
"Forget it... might as well return to this. I just... feel bad about it..." Harry said. Ron looked guilty. "Incarcerous!" Harry shouted and his chair was successfully bound with ropes.
"Look Harry, try to talk to her, if you feel like that." Hermione said, reciting the counter curse for the chair bound in ropes. Harry looked at her. "Oh yeah? She'll just shout at my face and-"
The door swung open. "Harry! Ron, Hermione, what are you three doing here?" Tonks' cheery voice came. Everyone looked at her. Harry smiled. "Hey!" he greeted.
Tonks walked over to them and saw Harry's chair lying on the ground with the curse on it. "Ah! Practicing for my next lesson, I see. Well, good job! Keep it up and I like the determination." She said.
Her hair was pointy neon green and she had a mole on her forehead. Harry squinted at it. "Uh... Tonks... what's with the mole?" he asked. Tonks looked at her forehead.
"Oh! Ha! I thought I could try to put stuff on my face too! Hey, ten minutes to Defence, grab something to eat before my lesson so you have a bit of strength for what I have planned today!" she said with a wink as she left.
"I thought it was a practical exam on this curse only?" Hermione asked. Tonks stopped and turned around. She smiled. "That's what you think!" she said and left.
* * *
"Good afternoon class!" Tonks said and a hearty reply came. "Today, we are to study offensive and defensive spells. Everything! Now, break into partners and I will give instruction." She said.
The Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs split and a chorus of chatter and laughing was heard. Harry, as usual, paired up with Ron and Hermione with Neville. Parvati was with Lavender, Seamus with Dean and more of the usual.
"Okay, now, for the first part of the lesson, one of you will be the attacker and one, the victim. When my whistle is heard, switch." She said. Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Recite every defensive and offensive spell you know. Goal number one, for the victims or the defence, try to block as many spells as you can and goal number two, for the attacker or the offence, try to be successful... and I don't want any accidents here-ah!!!" Tonks said.
Everyone jumped. She accidentally hit a small table with a globe on it and let it fall. Some laughed and others just smiled. Harry just smiled. Tonks brushed herself off.
"Now, I will be sending a pair of levitating parchment and a Quick-Quotes- Quill to take note of the performance on each pair... yes Hermione?" Tonks asked.
Hermione had her hand up in the air. "Professor, what if we hit the parchment and quill by accident?" she asked. Tonks smiled proudly. "I was getting to that. Anyway, they are specially charmed to take note of every action and they have a shield on them." she said as she smiled at Hermione.
"Anymore questions?" Tonks asked. No one moved. "Okay then!" she said blew a whistle. Everyone stood up and stood in front of each partner. Ron nervously walked to Harry. "Harry, you be the victim first..." he said.
Harry nodded. "Sure." He said. Harry knew he made Ron nervous since he taught the D.A. last year everything they knew... but not all.
After the lesson, everyone did a good job, except for Neville, who almost all the time collided with Harry after Hermione had shot an offensive spell at him.
They had Potions and then Divination next... Harry suddenly wished he were in the detention room with Cho instead of in the dungeon with Snape or the tower with Trelawney.
At precisely ten to six, Harry made his way to McGonagall's office and saw that the corridor was empty. Harry sighed and proceeded.
Pain shot through his forehead and spread throughout his body each time he took steps forward. He didn't notice his walking was now as if he was terribly drunk.
Harry moaned softly as he fell on his knees, not minding the pain in his legs. His scar was burning fiercely. He dropped his books and lay on the floor, rubbing his forehead harshly.
His vision was blurry... he could feel the stony coldness of the floor behind his back... he wanted to rub his forehead against it to help remove the pain... anything to remove the pain.
Without Harry knowing... he shouted out loud, trying to release the pain he contained in him...
He felt a hand on his arm, she was saying his name... asking him what was wrong... he heard her voice shout something and a few minutes later, he was being lifted to his feet, his arm over a shoulder... a small shoulder and his other arm over another...
* * *
Harry awoke in the hospital wing with a start. He saw someone beside his bed and took his glasses to see who it was...
Cho Chang...
Harry blinked a few times, trying to make sure if it was really her. When she caught his eye. She looked away. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice trying to be cold.
Harry tried to sit up properly without any help from Cho. "W-What are you doing here?" Harry asked as he rubbed the back of his head. Cho looked back at him. "I saw you, you were on the floor, shouting and moaning in pain. I then called McGonagall who was coming towards us and we brought you here."
Cho seemed shy while she explained everything to Harry. He saw her bite her lip and lower her head a bit. She then faced him. "You should have called someone right away!" she said forcefully.
Harry looked at her. "How was I supposed to when the pain in my scar hurt badly?" he asked but he wasn't angry nor was he peaceful about it. Cho looked away again.
"Well... I..." Cho started. Harry looked at her. She was blushing furiously. Maybe he was too... he didn't know... "What?" he asked. Cho looked at him. "Nothing." She said.
They were quiet. "Harry... to tell you the truth... I felt... when you were..." Cho said as she played with her fingers. "I... I felt..." she muttered. Just then, Madam Pomfrey came in.
"Ah! Potter! You are awake. You may go Ms. Chang, I'll have to tend to Potter here..." she said. Cho looked up and to Harry who was expecting her to finish what she was saying. She nodded and left.
When she walked to the door, she could hear Madam Pomfrey, "Your scar is hopeless! Only He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is the cause of this... here, drink this!" she said and Cho heard Harry moan in disgust.
She smiled and left.
