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A/N: I need your opinion on something! To snog or not to snog, that is the question. Do you think I should write in snogging later on? Let me know!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Please don't rub it in.
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Ron gave a very loud belch.
"Ron! That's disgusting!" said Hermione, looking appalled.
"Thanks," said Ron.
Harry and Emmalise laughed.
The golden plates and goblets in front of them cleared. Harry looked up at the staff table. He saw Dumbledore, seated in his large rather throne-like chair wearing maroon robes. Next to Dumbledore was Professor McGonagall, sitting up straight and dabbing at her lips primly with a napkin. And in the neighboring seat was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, who had already been introduced to them. Professor Cherub had long blue hair that reached her waist, matching blue eyes, and earrings shaped like miniature silver chains that were continually snaking around her ears.
"This is the beginning," said Dumbledore, "of an exciting new year. I would like to welcome all our new students to Hogwarts, and remind them that the Forbidden Forest is just that- forbidden. Quidditch tryouts will be held in October. Please see your house Quidditch captain for details. And now, I think that it is time for bed. Good night to you all!"
With an outbreak of noise and chatter, the students filtered out of the Great Hall. Ron and Hermione had gone to assist the first years, so Harry and Emmalise walked toward the Gryffindor Tower together.
"Password?" said the Fat Lady as the group of Gryffindors reached the Tower.
Ron and Hermione edged up to the front.
"Padfoot," said Hermione, much to Harry's surprise.
Everyone entered the Common Room, where Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Colin briefed the first years on the dormitory and Common Room rules. Neville, Dean, and Seamus went straight up to their dormitory, but Harry and Emmalise sat down by the fire waiting for Ron and Hermione.
"I wonder why they named the password after. . . . after. . . ." Harry faltered.
"Sirius?" prompted Emmalise gently.
"Well," answered Hermione, sinking into a chair next to them, "Dumbledore says it's something like a tribute to the Marauders. Each Common Room's password is a different Marauder."
"How much you want to bet Slytherin is Wormtail?" said Ron, sitting down by Hermione.
Harry nodded in agreement
"I'm dead ti-ti-tired!" Ron yawned. "I'm going to bed. Are you three coming?"
"I am," said Harry.
Harry and Ron tramped up the spiral staircase to the circular dormitory where Dean, Seamus, and Neville were already asleep. Ron ripped off his robes, yanked on his pajamas, and through himself into bed. Harry opened his trunk in search of his pajamas. Something glinted at him from the bottom of his trunk in the moonlight. He chucked random contents of his trunk over his shoulder and finally found what was shining. It was the shattered remains of the Two-Way Mirror that Sirius had given him the year before.
~If I had only thought of this~ thought Harry ~Sirius wouldn't have died~
"Reparo!" whispered Harry, pointing his wand at the shards of glass, which rejoined themselves seamlessly. He picked up the mirror and looked into it.
"Sirius Black!" Harry murmured.
Suddenly, with a jolt of excitement in Harry's stomach, the scene in the mirror changed. It was a fleeting picture of something round and shiny glowing with a brilliant blue-white light. Then it changed just as suddenly to a scene that Harry had hoped he would never seen again. It was the archway in the Death Room of the Department of Mysteries, the black veil it bore rippling as though in a light wind. Then, quite abruptly, it changed back to Harry's face. Feeling bewildered, Harry laid the mirror down on the nightstand along with his wand. He began changing into his pajamas. He had just pulled on his pajama shirt when he heard a scream coming from the Common Room.
Dean blinked blearily around in the darkness, Neville sat bolt upright, and Seamus said groggily "Who screamed?" Ron, however, sprang out of bed with a cry of "Hermione!" and without further ado snatched up his wand and ran from the room. But Harry knew that scream, and it was not Hermione's. He had heard it issuing from Emmalise's mouth in the Porthole. It a fraction of a second, a thought raced through Harry's mind: What if the one who had killed Emmalise's parents had come back to kill her?
Harry grabbed his own wand and flew down the stairs after Ron, meeting him at the doorway. Ron flung open the door and they burst into the common room.
But there was no Death Eater. All Harry saw was Hermione patting a white and shaking Emmalise on the arm. Emmalise's eyes were glittering very much.
"Sorry to wake you," said Emmalise shakily. "I-I had I nightmare. I dr- dreamt that the one who killed my mum and dad was about to kill m-me."
Harry suddenly noticed that in his flight downstairs, his unbuttoned shirt had come entirely open. He quickly pulled it more closely around him.
Ron exhaled deeply. "Damn! Gave me a bloody heart attack, you did!"
"I'm going to bed," said Emmalise. She smiled slightly at Harry and Ron and disappeared up into the girls' dormitories.
"I feel so sorry for her," said Hermione. "And this isn't the first time this happened, either."
"Well, I'm glad you two are up anyway. I need to tell you something," Harry said.
He told Ron and Hermione all about the Two-Way Mirror and what he had seen in it.
"What do you think in means?" asked Ron.
"I don't know," answered Hermione, looking thoughtful. "Well, that veil is the last place you saw him alive, so I guess that has to do with something, but other than that, I don't know."
"Well, if Hermione doesn't know, then it's hopeless," said Ron.
A/N: I need your opinion on something! To snog or not to snog, that is the question. Do you think I should write in snogging later on? Let me know!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Please don't rub it in.
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Ron gave a very loud belch.
"Ron! That's disgusting!" said Hermione, looking appalled.
"Thanks," said Ron.
Harry and Emmalise laughed.
The golden plates and goblets in front of them cleared. Harry looked up at the staff table. He saw Dumbledore, seated in his large rather throne-like chair wearing maroon robes. Next to Dumbledore was Professor McGonagall, sitting up straight and dabbing at her lips primly with a napkin. And in the neighboring seat was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, who had already been introduced to them. Professor Cherub had long blue hair that reached her waist, matching blue eyes, and earrings shaped like miniature silver chains that were continually snaking around her ears.
"This is the beginning," said Dumbledore, "of an exciting new year. I would like to welcome all our new students to Hogwarts, and remind them that the Forbidden Forest is just that- forbidden. Quidditch tryouts will be held in October. Please see your house Quidditch captain for details. And now, I think that it is time for bed. Good night to you all!"
With an outbreak of noise and chatter, the students filtered out of the Great Hall. Ron and Hermione had gone to assist the first years, so Harry and Emmalise walked toward the Gryffindor Tower together.
"Password?" said the Fat Lady as the group of Gryffindors reached the Tower.
Ron and Hermione edged up to the front.
"Padfoot," said Hermione, much to Harry's surprise.
Everyone entered the Common Room, where Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Colin briefed the first years on the dormitory and Common Room rules. Neville, Dean, and Seamus went straight up to their dormitory, but Harry and Emmalise sat down by the fire waiting for Ron and Hermione.
"I wonder why they named the password after. . . . after. . . ." Harry faltered.
"Sirius?" prompted Emmalise gently.
"Well," answered Hermione, sinking into a chair next to them, "Dumbledore says it's something like a tribute to the Marauders. Each Common Room's password is a different Marauder."
"How much you want to bet Slytherin is Wormtail?" said Ron, sitting down by Hermione.
Harry nodded in agreement
"I'm dead ti-ti-tired!" Ron yawned. "I'm going to bed. Are you three coming?"
"I am," said Harry.
Harry and Ron tramped up the spiral staircase to the circular dormitory where Dean, Seamus, and Neville were already asleep. Ron ripped off his robes, yanked on his pajamas, and through himself into bed. Harry opened his trunk in search of his pajamas. Something glinted at him from the bottom of his trunk in the moonlight. He chucked random contents of his trunk over his shoulder and finally found what was shining. It was the shattered remains of the Two-Way Mirror that Sirius had given him the year before.
~If I had only thought of this~ thought Harry ~Sirius wouldn't have died~
"Reparo!" whispered Harry, pointing his wand at the shards of glass, which rejoined themselves seamlessly. He picked up the mirror and looked into it.
"Sirius Black!" Harry murmured.
Suddenly, with a jolt of excitement in Harry's stomach, the scene in the mirror changed. It was a fleeting picture of something round and shiny glowing with a brilliant blue-white light. Then it changed just as suddenly to a scene that Harry had hoped he would never seen again. It was the archway in the Death Room of the Department of Mysteries, the black veil it bore rippling as though in a light wind. Then, quite abruptly, it changed back to Harry's face. Feeling bewildered, Harry laid the mirror down on the nightstand along with his wand. He began changing into his pajamas. He had just pulled on his pajama shirt when he heard a scream coming from the Common Room.
Dean blinked blearily around in the darkness, Neville sat bolt upright, and Seamus said groggily "Who screamed?" Ron, however, sprang out of bed with a cry of "Hermione!" and without further ado snatched up his wand and ran from the room. But Harry knew that scream, and it was not Hermione's. He had heard it issuing from Emmalise's mouth in the Porthole. It a fraction of a second, a thought raced through Harry's mind: What if the one who had killed Emmalise's parents had come back to kill her?
Harry grabbed his own wand and flew down the stairs after Ron, meeting him at the doorway. Ron flung open the door and they burst into the common room.
But there was no Death Eater. All Harry saw was Hermione patting a white and shaking Emmalise on the arm. Emmalise's eyes were glittering very much.
"Sorry to wake you," said Emmalise shakily. "I-I had I nightmare. I dr- dreamt that the one who killed my mum and dad was about to kill m-me."
Harry suddenly noticed that in his flight downstairs, his unbuttoned shirt had come entirely open. He quickly pulled it more closely around him.
Ron exhaled deeply. "Damn! Gave me a bloody heart attack, you did!"
"I'm going to bed," said Emmalise. She smiled slightly at Harry and Ron and disappeared up into the girls' dormitories.
"I feel so sorry for her," said Hermione. "And this isn't the first time this happened, either."
"Well, I'm glad you two are up anyway. I need to tell you something," Harry said.
He told Ron and Hermione all about the Two-Way Mirror and what he had seen in it.
"What do you think in means?" asked Ron.
"I don't know," answered Hermione, looking thoughtful. "Well, that veil is the last place you saw him alive, so I guess that has to do with something, but other than that, I don't know."
"Well, if Hermione doesn't know, then it's hopeless," said Ron.