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Okay I hope no one is offended by my musical views, so if you are it's your
problem not mine, just remember it's my opinion not yours, so shut up. The
begginning of this chapter has in my opinion some funny parts and more into
what's up with Ron, come on someone take a stab at what's up with Ron, Love
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Harry Potter: Sixth Year-Chapter 6
"Harry, I didn't know you liked classical music," Hermione said to Harry, who abruptly stopped humming (which he hadn't been aware he was doing) and looked up from his charms homework.
"Yeah, why?"
"You were humming 'Ode to Joy,' while you were doing your homework, who's your favorite composer, if you gave one?"
"Um... I don't know... probably Beethoven, I don't know that much about..."
"Your rambling, bad Dursley memories?"
"Everything with them is a bad memory, they hated classical music, there was a music festival in a park, before fifth year, before Grimmauld place, I escaped to for the week it was happening, Beethoven, Dvorak, Tchaikovsky giving me some relief from Voldemort, the Dursley's..."
"Do you like any other kinds of music?"
"Yeah, excepct that rap crap, Dudley listened to it, horrible."
"I don't like it either, some muggles seem as bad as the deatheaters, some of the things they sing about, disgusting it is."
At that moment Ron came through the portrait hole. "Nice hair, Ron," Harry said when he came over.
"Thanks."
"I think he was being sarcastic, at least I hope he was, your hairs almost as bad as Harry's hair, why's it so..."
Harry cut her off finishing for her, "Insane?"
"Uhh.... No reason."
"Why Ronniekins?"
"Harry, you talk to the twins way too much."
"Why Ron, what's up with you?"
"Nothing, Bloody Hell I've got to finish my Herbology, bye," and off Ron was up to the boys dorms.
"What's up with him?" Hermione asked.
"No idea," Harry responded.
"He's been acting weird."
"Yeah, disappearing for hopurs at a time, I wonder where he's going?"
"What he's hiding?"
"Exactly, he must have some secret."
"He's really happy and."
"Secretive."
"Harry, have we been somehow joined at the brain?"
"Why?"
"You keep answering , finishing my sentences."
"I wish I had your brain your a genius."
"Your a flatterer."
"It's true though, plus I know you, you are my best friend."
"You don't go finishing Ron's sentences," she observed.
"I have no idea, perhaps we've spent too much time together?"
"Never, we'd go crazy apart."
"Too true."
"Remind me to owl my parents tomorrow."
"Owl your parents tomorrow, why?"
"I've got an idea, it's a surprise, remind me later, not now, I remember now, I just told you."
"What are you planning?"
"Not reading my mind anymore?" she joked.
"I'm not a seer, I flunked Divination!"
"And I'm a Divination dropout," she commented. They both split their sides in laughter over thier Divination jokes.
Lavender and Parvti yelled from a little ways away, "Shut up!"
"Divination is the best," Parvati yelled.
"Trelawnry's a terrific seer," Lavender added. Both Harry and Hermione snorted in laughter at the comments.
"I have a prediction," Lavender said.
"What my eyes are green," Harry commented sarcastically.
"No, but I wouldn't be surprised if you realize it by the end of the year, both of you."
"Are you saying my eyes aren't green!" Harry exclaimed in shock, before cracking up.
"Whatever Lavender," Hermione said to the ever whispering Divination obsessee, who was now whispering animatidly to Parvati.
"So Harry, how's your sleeping been?" Hermione asked.
"If I'm lucky I can get five or maybe even six hours of sleep, better then the one two, I was getting before, when I'd just pass out from sheer exhaustion."
"And Quidditich helps, huh?"
"Absolutely, actually the extra hours of being awake are doing wonders for my grades, and spending most of your waking hours with you."
"Thank you."
"Your welcome, hopefully someday, someyear, I'll be able to get a good eight hours of sleep, I can always wish, and hope."
"Harry, relax, you'll sleep, maybe next Quidditich match, you'll get knocked out, and regain some of that lost sleep," she joked.
"I'd hope not, I'd have a killer headache," he retorted.
"You've been much better since you told me what was wrong, huh?"
"Yeah, thank you, anything I can do for you, let me know, it's a relief not to have that secret, such a huge thing to myself, and I've accepted, Yes, Sirius isn't coming back, I hate Bellatrix Lestrange, first what she did to Neville, then Sirius, I hate her, pure evil, she is to destroy lives, just like Voldemort."
"Your right she is a destroyer of peoples lives... families, I still can't believe Neville never told anyone about his parents, until we found out last year..."
"I knew, but kept my mouth shut."
"He's doing better now, new wand and all."
"Yeah, he battled..."
"He's doing better in all his classes, he's more confident then he's ever been, he made the Quidditich team."
"Saw his parents torturer, saw the terror..."
"Do you think he's come to terms about his parents... seeing it all up close?"
"Yeah, and it's helped him resolve things, helped him learn of why and come to terms with it, if he's ever in a battle he'll give it his all, everyhthing he's got even if... the worst happens, he'll keep fighting. He's been through, seen too much to stop fighting."
"Like you?"
"Yeah, but I have to, he dosen't, you don't."
"But I will, if I'm there I'll give it my all."
"I know you will, but I don't want anything to happen to you... or Ron... or..."
"Harry, when it comes, just do what you always do, battle."
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Saturday-Same week-Quidditich match-Slytherin versus Gryfindor.
"Okay, you guys ready?" Now remember, no matter if we win or lose, just give it your all, let's go." All together, "Go Gryfindor," the team yelled.
"Here it is, the first match of the season for these longtime rivals, Slytherin versus Gryfindor, Now for the vetrean Slytherin side, seventh year chaser and Captain Montague, and fellw seventh year chasers, Warrington and Pucey, Seventh year Keeper Bletchy, and the sixth years of the team, Beaters Crabbe and Goyle, and the Seeker, Malfoy." The Slytherins roared, the other three houses booed.
"And now the team from Gryfindor, Chaser fifth Ginny Weasley, last years Seeker, and third years Alice Johnson and Joan Spinnet, sisters of the former Gryfindor chasers of the same last names, The Beaters, fourth year Louie Wood, brother of ex-Gryfindor Keeper, and now Pro, Oliver Wood, and Sixth year, Longbottom, the Keeper, Ron Weasley, and the newly off suspension Captain and Seeker, Harry Potter!" Every house but Slytherin cheered, and Luna Lovegood's hat roared.
"Mount your brooms," yelled Madam Hooch, she realeased the Bludgers and Snitch, blew her whistle and threw up the Quaffle.
"Weasley has the Quaffle, look at that Potter's in a dive, look he just caught the Snitch, not even thirty seconds into the game, unbelievable, someone was eager after his longlayoff from suspension. Gryfindor win 150- 0! Quietus."
Harry gave the Snitch to Madam Hooch and his team on the ground. "Was that some kind of record, Harry?" Ron asked in shock, he'd barely reached the goalposts, when Harry caught the Snitch.
"Yeah, broke the previous record, set by his Dad actually, and that was quicker then the international record of forty-seven seconds," Hermione said coming up next to Harry and Ron.
"What was the Hogwarts record, 'Mione?"
"One minute and thirty-two seconds, you beat it by a minute two seconds."
"Whoa mate, two records in one game, you broke the international by seventeen seconds."
"I saw it, and went for it, oh well, I'm going to head up and work on my Potions, you guys coming?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, I've got to finish mine up," Hermione replied.
"Nah, I've got to go... somewhere," Ron responded.
"Alright, see you then Ron," Harry said back to him wondering, 'What's up with him?'
Dinner- "Good evening everyone, to all who went to the Quidditich match, today, you witnessed an amazing feat by Gryfindor Seeker Harry Potter, he shattered the Hogwarts record for fastest Snitch caught by one minute two seconds and the international record by seventeen seconds, Cogradulations Harry, Tuck in."
The food apeared, everyone dug in and the Quidditich match was the talk of the hall, actually it had been consuming at least half the school the entire day. Harry on the other hand, wanted to avoid it all, too much attention, he politely thanked his congradulators, quickly finished his dinner and dashed up to the library to work on some assignment or the other, Hermione followed him later, Ron on the other hand dissappeared, yet again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Do the characters seem out of character? I think they do, I think... Sorry for not updating sooner, I've been going crazy trying to sort through my head finishing my near compleate story Blind Date, check it out, it's a h/hr story, starting in sixth year, going to end, some years past graduation. Love all of you reviewers, review, sorry if I offended anyone w/ my musical views, no offence their mine views not yours, remember that. Come on someone take a guess at what's up w/ Ron. Review. :-] -ears91
"Harry, I didn't know you liked classical music," Hermione said to Harry, who abruptly stopped humming (which he hadn't been aware he was doing) and looked up from his charms homework.
"Yeah, why?"
"You were humming 'Ode to Joy,' while you were doing your homework, who's your favorite composer, if you gave one?"
"Um... I don't know... probably Beethoven, I don't know that much about..."
"Your rambling, bad Dursley memories?"
"Everything with them is a bad memory, they hated classical music, there was a music festival in a park, before fifth year, before Grimmauld place, I escaped to for the week it was happening, Beethoven, Dvorak, Tchaikovsky giving me some relief from Voldemort, the Dursley's..."
"Do you like any other kinds of music?"
"Yeah, excepct that rap crap, Dudley listened to it, horrible."
"I don't like it either, some muggles seem as bad as the deatheaters, some of the things they sing about, disgusting it is."
At that moment Ron came through the portrait hole. "Nice hair, Ron," Harry said when he came over.
"Thanks."
"I think he was being sarcastic, at least I hope he was, your hairs almost as bad as Harry's hair, why's it so..."
Harry cut her off finishing for her, "Insane?"
"Uhh.... No reason."
"Why Ronniekins?"
"Harry, you talk to the twins way too much."
"Why Ron, what's up with you?"
"Nothing, Bloody Hell I've got to finish my Herbology, bye," and off Ron was up to the boys dorms.
"What's up with him?" Hermione asked.
"No idea," Harry responded.
"He's been acting weird."
"Yeah, disappearing for hopurs at a time, I wonder where he's going?"
"What he's hiding?"
"Exactly, he must have some secret."
"He's really happy and."
"Secretive."
"Harry, have we been somehow joined at the brain?"
"Why?"
"You keep answering , finishing my sentences."
"I wish I had your brain your a genius."
"Your a flatterer."
"It's true though, plus I know you, you are my best friend."
"You don't go finishing Ron's sentences," she observed.
"I have no idea, perhaps we've spent too much time together?"
"Never, we'd go crazy apart."
"Too true."
"Remind me to owl my parents tomorrow."
"Owl your parents tomorrow, why?"
"I've got an idea, it's a surprise, remind me later, not now, I remember now, I just told you."
"What are you planning?"
"Not reading my mind anymore?" she joked.
"I'm not a seer, I flunked Divination!"
"And I'm a Divination dropout," she commented. They both split their sides in laughter over thier Divination jokes.
Lavender and Parvti yelled from a little ways away, "Shut up!"
"Divination is the best," Parvati yelled.
"Trelawnry's a terrific seer," Lavender added. Both Harry and Hermione snorted in laughter at the comments.
"I have a prediction," Lavender said.
"What my eyes are green," Harry commented sarcastically.
"No, but I wouldn't be surprised if you realize it by the end of the year, both of you."
"Are you saying my eyes aren't green!" Harry exclaimed in shock, before cracking up.
"Whatever Lavender," Hermione said to the ever whispering Divination obsessee, who was now whispering animatidly to Parvati.
"So Harry, how's your sleeping been?" Hermione asked.
"If I'm lucky I can get five or maybe even six hours of sleep, better then the one two, I was getting before, when I'd just pass out from sheer exhaustion."
"And Quidditich helps, huh?"
"Absolutely, actually the extra hours of being awake are doing wonders for my grades, and spending most of your waking hours with you."
"Thank you."
"Your welcome, hopefully someday, someyear, I'll be able to get a good eight hours of sleep, I can always wish, and hope."
"Harry, relax, you'll sleep, maybe next Quidditich match, you'll get knocked out, and regain some of that lost sleep," she joked.
"I'd hope not, I'd have a killer headache," he retorted.
"You've been much better since you told me what was wrong, huh?"
"Yeah, thank you, anything I can do for you, let me know, it's a relief not to have that secret, such a huge thing to myself, and I've accepted, Yes, Sirius isn't coming back, I hate Bellatrix Lestrange, first what she did to Neville, then Sirius, I hate her, pure evil, she is to destroy lives, just like Voldemort."
"Your right she is a destroyer of peoples lives... families, I still can't believe Neville never told anyone about his parents, until we found out last year..."
"I knew, but kept my mouth shut."
"He's doing better now, new wand and all."
"Yeah, he battled..."
"He's doing better in all his classes, he's more confident then he's ever been, he made the Quidditich team."
"Saw his parents torturer, saw the terror..."
"Do you think he's come to terms about his parents... seeing it all up close?"
"Yeah, and it's helped him resolve things, helped him learn of why and come to terms with it, if he's ever in a battle he'll give it his all, everyhthing he's got even if... the worst happens, he'll keep fighting. He's been through, seen too much to stop fighting."
"Like you?"
"Yeah, but I have to, he dosen't, you don't."
"But I will, if I'm there I'll give it my all."
"I know you will, but I don't want anything to happen to you... or Ron... or..."
"Harry, when it comes, just do what you always do, battle."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Saturday-Same week-Quidditich match-Slytherin versus Gryfindor.
"Okay, you guys ready?" Now remember, no matter if we win or lose, just give it your all, let's go." All together, "Go Gryfindor," the team yelled.
"Here it is, the first match of the season for these longtime rivals, Slytherin versus Gryfindor, Now for the vetrean Slytherin side, seventh year chaser and Captain Montague, and fellw seventh year chasers, Warrington and Pucey, Seventh year Keeper Bletchy, and the sixth years of the team, Beaters Crabbe and Goyle, and the Seeker, Malfoy." The Slytherins roared, the other three houses booed.
"And now the team from Gryfindor, Chaser fifth Ginny Weasley, last years Seeker, and third years Alice Johnson and Joan Spinnet, sisters of the former Gryfindor chasers of the same last names, The Beaters, fourth year Louie Wood, brother of ex-Gryfindor Keeper, and now Pro, Oliver Wood, and Sixth year, Longbottom, the Keeper, Ron Weasley, and the newly off suspension Captain and Seeker, Harry Potter!" Every house but Slytherin cheered, and Luna Lovegood's hat roared.
"Mount your brooms," yelled Madam Hooch, she realeased the Bludgers and Snitch, blew her whistle and threw up the Quaffle.
"Weasley has the Quaffle, look at that Potter's in a dive, look he just caught the Snitch, not even thirty seconds into the game, unbelievable, someone was eager after his longlayoff from suspension. Gryfindor win 150- 0! Quietus."
Harry gave the Snitch to Madam Hooch and his team on the ground. "Was that some kind of record, Harry?" Ron asked in shock, he'd barely reached the goalposts, when Harry caught the Snitch.
"Yeah, broke the previous record, set by his Dad actually, and that was quicker then the international record of forty-seven seconds," Hermione said coming up next to Harry and Ron.
"What was the Hogwarts record, 'Mione?"
"One minute and thirty-two seconds, you beat it by a minute two seconds."
"Whoa mate, two records in one game, you broke the international by seventeen seconds."
"I saw it, and went for it, oh well, I'm going to head up and work on my Potions, you guys coming?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, I've got to finish mine up," Hermione replied.
"Nah, I've got to go... somewhere," Ron responded.
"Alright, see you then Ron," Harry said back to him wondering, 'What's up with him?'
Dinner- "Good evening everyone, to all who went to the Quidditich match, today, you witnessed an amazing feat by Gryfindor Seeker Harry Potter, he shattered the Hogwarts record for fastest Snitch caught by one minute two seconds and the international record by seventeen seconds, Cogradulations Harry, Tuck in."
The food apeared, everyone dug in and the Quidditich match was the talk of the hall, actually it had been consuming at least half the school the entire day. Harry on the other hand, wanted to avoid it all, too much attention, he politely thanked his congradulators, quickly finished his dinner and dashed up to the library to work on some assignment or the other, Hermione followed him later, Ron on the other hand dissappeared, yet again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Do the characters seem out of character? I think they do, I think... Sorry for not updating sooner, I've been going crazy trying to sort through my head finishing my near compleate story Blind Date, check it out, it's a h/hr story, starting in sixth year, going to end, some years past graduation. Love all of you reviewers, review, sorry if I offended anyone w/ my musical views, no offence their mine views not yours, remember that. Come on someone take a guess at what's up w/ Ron. Review. :-] -ears91