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A.N: Sorry I didn't mention it but Harry and Ron have been going to Quidditch practices and Harry's captain.
The Demon Hunter and The-Buy-Who-Lived
Ch: 6
They entered the room together with Draco a little behind. It was lucky that most of the students were at classes. "So, this is the luxurious weapon room turned bed room," Nicole said. "The closets in the corner only open if I do the opening so. Everyone can pick a bed and do whatever. There's a bathroom on the left and enjoy your stay."
"Alright then," Ron said jumping onto the second to last bed. Hermione took the bed to the left of him and Harry, the one to the right. Nicole collapsed onto the bed next to Harry leaving Draco with the last bed. Nicole felt awkward with the arrangement. Who wouldn't? Her boyfriend was on one side and the guy who claimed to love her on the other. The moment they sat, their trunks appeared at the end of their beds.
"It'll be dinner time in a few moments," Hermione muttered.
"I don't know about you but I'm off to figure out my whole bloody life," Draco said standing up and going towards the exit.
"Not without us, you're not," Harry said.
"If he wants to leave let him leave," Ron said vilely.
"You heard what Dumbledore said," Harry responded.
"Since when do you care what Dumbledore says?" Ron asked.
"Since it has something to do with someone dying," Harry said.
"He's not someone, he's Malfoy," Ron reminded him.
"Give it up you two. No matter how much I hate him, no offence Malfoy , we have to go with him," Hermione pointed out.
"How do you say no offence after you say you hate me?" Draco asked.
"This will definitely be fun," Nicole said sarcastically. "We have bigger matters then whether or not we let him die."
"Excuse me, I take that personally," he responded.
"Deal," Nicole said and Harry started laughing. Nicole attempted giving him a stern look but it didn't work. "Hell, I'm bad at stern looks.
"That you are, Nicky," Harry said. Then he paused. "Was that my imagination or did I just call you Nicky?"
"Yeah," Nicole said laughing. "It's not a new thing. My basketball coach used to call me that all the time."
"Basketball?" Ron and Draco asked at the same time.
"It's an American muggle sport with two baskets and a court. The goal is two shoot a ball in the basket," Hermione explained.
"Is that it?" Draco asked.
"No, there are tons of rules and you have to dribble and pass and play defense. Unfortunately, you can foul out of the game," Nicole explained.
"Oh," Ron said.
"Yeah, oh," she said back. "Well, it's time for dinner. Then you Quidditch players get to sleep for your game." There was a pause.
"Slytherin's going to die since they'll be missing you," Harry told Draco.
"No kidding."
They all left the room and made their way to the Great Hall with Draco lagging behind. They find five empty seats and Draco sat nervously. From the Slytherin table, pairs of eyes narrowed suspiciously. The whole Hall's attention was on them. Draco and Harry were enemies and they hated each other. Why were they hanging out? Whispers passed through the Hall.
Draco stood up. "Can you people not stare at us like we're circus animals?" he asked and immediately people turned their eyes. "Thank you."
A moment later Dumbledore stood in front of the Hall. "Before we begin our feast, I have a few announcements to make. A sudden occurrence has caused a student to change houses. While visiting my office to warn me of something with Ms. Marmer, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasly, and Ms. Granger Mr. Malfoy tried on the sorting hat as I watched. It decided he would do better off in Gryffindor."
Gasps and whispers could be heard in the Hall once again. Dumbledore sat down again. The Slytherins looked more shocked then anyone in the Hal. They're leader was put into Gryffindor. It was a surprise. Things went on like this and twenty minutes later the Harry and Nicole made their way to Dumbledore.
"Professor?" Harry said as they approached.
"Yes, Harry?" Dumbledore responded.
"Do we have to be together every moment? Can't we separate into two groups every once in a while?" Harry asked.
"Of course, what did you have in mind?" Dumbledore asked as Snape listen from his side.
"Well, I figured I might need help on my hunts now that I'm wanted deader as usual," Nicole responded to his question.
"Professor, if I may say something? Can you really trust these two. After all the boy does have the Potter gene," Snape said.
"I can guarantee you, Professor, that you won't spot me and Nicole every second making out," Harry said with a sarcastic grin. At that, he and Nicole left the Hall as the other three finished their meal.
In a few moments, they were in their newly assigned room. They sat on their respected beds. "So, is there a rule of no making out on the beds?" Nicole asked.
"I'm afraid so," Harry said then he looked down. "However, they never said anything about the floor." He grinned. She grinned.
When their three roommates walked in they found the couple on the floor making out. Ron cleared his throat three times and Draco watched jealously. "I thought you weren't supposed to do that in here," Draco said.
"They never said the floor was off limits for it," Harry responded coolly.
Nicole gave Draco a warning look. "Now that we have been interrupted we must be going. You know, killing demons and such," Nicole told them.
"It better be short. We need Harry for tomorrow," Ron said.
"How about a nice, 'please survive', or something," Harry said smiling. "Like I'd pass up Quidditch?"
They said their goodbye and Draco watched jealously as they exited. "What's up with Malfoy?" Harry asked Nicole.
"You really don't want to know," she muttered. Harry looked questioning at her. "You know him; he probably wishes he has a girlfriend."
"Yeah, but none would measure up to you," he said smiling.
"Suck up," she accused.
"I know," he said. "So did it earn me any points?"
"We'll see." They headed towards Hagrid's cabin as soon as they exited the school.
"Why are we going to Hagrid's?" Nicole asked.
"Do you want to do a quick hunt or what?" Harry asked. Nicole looked at him. "I want to use Fang to see if he can smell some demon out for us."
"How come I never thought of that?" Nicole asked with a fake pout.
"Because you've never been in the forest as much as I've been, with Fang," Harry responded.
"I thought the forest was forbidden," Nicole said, curiously.
"It was, but that never stopped me. No year at Hogwarts was complete without me going into the forest. My first year was because of detention but the rest were during my missions of saving people," he explained.
"I see." At that time they arrived at Hagrid's cabin and Harry knocked on the door. They wee met by Fang's booming barks and the appearance of Hagrid at the door.
"Hello there, Harry, Nicole," he said as he stepped aside to let them in. "What can I do for you?" he asked.
"I was wondering if we can borrow Fang for a few hours," Harry told him and Hagrid raised an eyebrow.
"Don't know why, but sure," he responded, slightly confused.
"Thanks," Harry said and soon they were out the door. He turned to Nicole. "That was weird, you were all quiet."
"Well, contrary to popular belief I do have a conscience," she told him.
"What a surprise," said Harry, sarcastically. She sent him a look and he smiled in a cute way.
"Sure, use your good looks to get your way out," she said.
"You think I'm good looking?" he asked, surprised.
"No, you resemble big foot," she said sarcastically. "Of course, I do."
A couple of demons later, they were walking out of Hagrid's cabin and back to the castle. "That was fun," Harry said truthfully.
"Kicking some demon butt is always fun," Nicole said. "This has to be the first time I didn't even get a cut while hunting," she continued, surprised.
"Well, that makes us an unstoppable pair," Harry said smugly.
"Or it makes you a very good hunter," Nicole told him. She smiled at him and then they made their way to the room. When they entered, they found everyone asleep. "Well, changing will have to be arranged."
"Easy, you take the bathroom and I'll throw on my clothes out here," he said. She looked at him skeptically. "I'll knock when I'm finished," he told her.
"It's not that," she told him.
"What then?"
"Well, Hermione might wake up," she told him and he looked over at Hermione's bed, embarrassed. "You go first and then I'll go," she offered. He nodded. Moments later, they were both changed and laid in their separate beds.
"So, before you became a Demon Hunter, how was your life?" Harry asked curiously.
"It was great. I went to muggle school, which sucked. My family was great. I was at home or with friends all the time. I was happy," she said with a dreamy smile. "So, before you came to Hogwarts what was it like for you?"
"It sucked. I lived with my aunt and uncle who are muggles. Everything that happened was my fault and I was picked on in school. My cousin beat me up and weird things always happened. Whenever it did, I was sent to my room with no food. Until I was eleven I lived in the cupboard under t he stairs with spiders. Summers sucked after Hogwarts. Before my second year, they found out I couldn't use magic in the summer and they locked me in the room with bars. I was only allowed out to go to the bathroom and I hardly got any food. What I did, I had to share with my owl, Hedwig."
"Wow that really sucked. How come you weren't put with someone else, like in an orphanage?" she asked shocked.
"Do you know why I survived when I was one?" he asked her. She shook her head. "It was because my mom sacrificed herself for me. The most powerful thing against evil is love. My mom's blood flows through my aunt so Dumbledore thought I would be safer with my aunt."
Nicole sat there for a few moments in silence. "You're life hasn't been the best has it?" she asked.
"No, and you're the only one who gets it," Harry told her.
"But, you've never had a real family," she said sadly. "To think, both of us might not live to have another family."
"Everyone I've ever loved has died. I'm scared to." he started.
"Love again," she finished. "I'm the same way."
"What a couple we make. Both scared to love and both secretly depressed," he said with a false laugh.
"Friends make it better, though," she said.
"And we have the best friends ever. Not once have they willingly let me go into danger by myself," he told her.
"Well, time for you to sleep. Game day's tomorrow," she told him. They both turned to fall asleep. Moments later, they fell asleep..
The next day at breakfast, excitement was high. It was the first Quidditch game of the year. Suddenly, the mail came in and an owl dropped a copy of the Daily Prophet in Hermione's eggs. She picked it up and a look of shock came upon her face. "Oh, no," she said.
"What? Who was killed?" Ron asked, nervously. Lately, many people had been dying.
"No one was killed. It's just their up to their old tricks," Hermione told them, still looking at the paper.
"What are they saying about me?" Harry asked tiredly.
"It's not about you," she told him.
"Okay, what's with the cryptic? Are you going to tell us or what?" Nicole asked impatiently.
"It's about you," she told Nicole. Nicole grabbed the paper, read the front cover, and turned the page to continue reading. When she finished all she did was laugh.
"Well, that was interesting," she said, handing it to Harry. He read it.
"They're making it sound like you kill innocent people for fun. It's rubbish," he said throwing the paper and Draco picked it up.
"Unfortunately, they're going to believe it," Draco told them. "They believed every word when they said Harry here was lying about the You-Know- Who thing."
"No biggie," Nicole told them. "I'm used to the whole avoiding thing."
"That makes two of us," Harry said. "First year, it was because we lost 150 points for Gryffindor. Second year, they thought I was Slytherin's heir. Fourth year, I was hated because I became one of the school's Triwizard tournament's champion. Fifth year, it was because they thought I was dangerous and an attention seeker. Then in sixth year, they were embarrassed about the year before. But for some strange reason, when I'm not being avoided, I'm rather popular."
"You English people," Nicole muttered.
"Excuse me," Draco said.
"In America, if you're unpopular you stay unpopular," Nicole explained. "Well, you two, you should go out to the pitch."
(A.N I'm bad with the Quidditch thing so I'll skip it.)
The Gryffindor team killed the Slytherin team and Harry caught the snitch in a spectacular dive. The Gryffindors partied well into the night.
Review please!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What no one likes it? Review even if you hate it.
A.N: Sorry I didn't mention it but Harry and Ron have been going to Quidditch practices and Harry's captain.
The Demon Hunter and The-Buy-Who-Lived
Ch: 6
They entered the room together with Draco a little behind. It was lucky that most of the students were at classes. "So, this is the luxurious weapon room turned bed room," Nicole said. "The closets in the corner only open if I do the opening so. Everyone can pick a bed and do whatever. There's a bathroom on the left and enjoy your stay."
"Alright then," Ron said jumping onto the second to last bed. Hermione took the bed to the left of him and Harry, the one to the right. Nicole collapsed onto the bed next to Harry leaving Draco with the last bed. Nicole felt awkward with the arrangement. Who wouldn't? Her boyfriend was on one side and the guy who claimed to love her on the other. The moment they sat, their trunks appeared at the end of their beds.
"It'll be dinner time in a few moments," Hermione muttered.
"I don't know about you but I'm off to figure out my whole bloody life," Draco said standing up and going towards the exit.
"Not without us, you're not," Harry said.
"If he wants to leave let him leave," Ron said vilely.
"You heard what Dumbledore said," Harry responded.
"Since when do you care what Dumbledore says?" Ron asked.
"Since it has something to do with someone dying," Harry said.
"He's not someone, he's Malfoy," Ron reminded him.
"Give it up you two. No matter how much I hate him, no offence Malfoy , we have to go with him," Hermione pointed out.
"How do you say no offence after you say you hate me?" Draco asked.
"This will definitely be fun," Nicole said sarcastically. "We have bigger matters then whether or not we let him die."
"Excuse me, I take that personally," he responded.
"Deal," Nicole said and Harry started laughing. Nicole attempted giving him a stern look but it didn't work. "Hell, I'm bad at stern looks.
"That you are, Nicky," Harry said. Then he paused. "Was that my imagination or did I just call you Nicky?"
"Yeah," Nicole said laughing. "It's not a new thing. My basketball coach used to call me that all the time."
"Basketball?" Ron and Draco asked at the same time.
"It's an American muggle sport with two baskets and a court. The goal is two shoot a ball in the basket," Hermione explained.
"Is that it?" Draco asked.
"No, there are tons of rules and you have to dribble and pass and play defense. Unfortunately, you can foul out of the game," Nicole explained.
"Oh," Ron said.
"Yeah, oh," she said back. "Well, it's time for dinner. Then you Quidditch players get to sleep for your game." There was a pause.
"Slytherin's going to die since they'll be missing you," Harry told Draco.
"No kidding."
They all left the room and made their way to the Great Hall with Draco lagging behind. They find five empty seats and Draco sat nervously. From the Slytherin table, pairs of eyes narrowed suspiciously. The whole Hall's attention was on them. Draco and Harry were enemies and they hated each other. Why were they hanging out? Whispers passed through the Hall.
Draco stood up. "Can you people not stare at us like we're circus animals?" he asked and immediately people turned their eyes. "Thank you."
A moment later Dumbledore stood in front of the Hall. "Before we begin our feast, I have a few announcements to make. A sudden occurrence has caused a student to change houses. While visiting my office to warn me of something with Ms. Marmer, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasly, and Ms. Granger Mr. Malfoy tried on the sorting hat as I watched. It decided he would do better off in Gryffindor."
Gasps and whispers could be heard in the Hall once again. Dumbledore sat down again. The Slytherins looked more shocked then anyone in the Hal. They're leader was put into Gryffindor. It was a surprise. Things went on like this and twenty minutes later the Harry and Nicole made their way to Dumbledore.
"Professor?" Harry said as they approached.
"Yes, Harry?" Dumbledore responded.
"Do we have to be together every moment? Can't we separate into two groups every once in a while?" Harry asked.
"Of course, what did you have in mind?" Dumbledore asked as Snape listen from his side.
"Well, I figured I might need help on my hunts now that I'm wanted deader as usual," Nicole responded to his question.
"Professor, if I may say something? Can you really trust these two. After all the boy does have the Potter gene," Snape said.
"I can guarantee you, Professor, that you won't spot me and Nicole every second making out," Harry said with a sarcastic grin. At that, he and Nicole left the Hall as the other three finished their meal.
In a few moments, they were in their newly assigned room. They sat on their respected beds. "So, is there a rule of no making out on the beds?" Nicole asked.
"I'm afraid so," Harry said then he looked down. "However, they never said anything about the floor." He grinned. She grinned.
When their three roommates walked in they found the couple on the floor making out. Ron cleared his throat three times and Draco watched jealously. "I thought you weren't supposed to do that in here," Draco said.
"They never said the floor was off limits for it," Harry responded coolly.
Nicole gave Draco a warning look. "Now that we have been interrupted we must be going. You know, killing demons and such," Nicole told them.
"It better be short. We need Harry for tomorrow," Ron said.
"How about a nice, 'please survive', or something," Harry said smiling. "Like I'd pass up Quidditch?"
They said their goodbye and Draco watched jealously as they exited. "What's up with Malfoy?" Harry asked Nicole.
"You really don't want to know," she muttered. Harry looked questioning at her. "You know him; he probably wishes he has a girlfriend."
"Yeah, but none would measure up to you," he said smiling.
"Suck up," she accused.
"I know," he said. "So did it earn me any points?"
"We'll see." They headed towards Hagrid's cabin as soon as they exited the school.
"Why are we going to Hagrid's?" Nicole asked.
"Do you want to do a quick hunt or what?" Harry asked. Nicole looked at him. "I want to use Fang to see if he can smell some demon out for us."
"How come I never thought of that?" Nicole asked with a fake pout.
"Because you've never been in the forest as much as I've been, with Fang," Harry responded.
"I thought the forest was forbidden," Nicole said, curiously.
"It was, but that never stopped me. No year at Hogwarts was complete without me going into the forest. My first year was because of detention but the rest were during my missions of saving people," he explained.
"I see." At that time they arrived at Hagrid's cabin and Harry knocked on the door. They wee met by Fang's booming barks and the appearance of Hagrid at the door.
"Hello there, Harry, Nicole," he said as he stepped aside to let them in. "What can I do for you?" he asked.
"I was wondering if we can borrow Fang for a few hours," Harry told him and Hagrid raised an eyebrow.
"Don't know why, but sure," he responded, slightly confused.
"Thanks," Harry said and soon they were out the door. He turned to Nicole. "That was weird, you were all quiet."
"Well, contrary to popular belief I do have a conscience," she told him.
"What a surprise," said Harry, sarcastically. She sent him a look and he smiled in a cute way.
"Sure, use your good looks to get your way out," she said.
"You think I'm good looking?" he asked, surprised.
"No, you resemble big foot," she said sarcastically. "Of course, I do."
A couple of demons later, they were walking out of Hagrid's cabin and back to the castle. "That was fun," Harry said truthfully.
"Kicking some demon butt is always fun," Nicole said. "This has to be the first time I didn't even get a cut while hunting," she continued, surprised.
"Well, that makes us an unstoppable pair," Harry said smugly.
"Or it makes you a very good hunter," Nicole told him. She smiled at him and then they made their way to the room. When they entered, they found everyone asleep. "Well, changing will have to be arranged."
"Easy, you take the bathroom and I'll throw on my clothes out here," he said. She looked at him skeptically. "I'll knock when I'm finished," he told her.
"It's not that," she told him.
"What then?"
"Well, Hermione might wake up," she told him and he looked over at Hermione's bed, embarrassed. "You go first and then I'll go," she offered. He nodded. Moments later, they were both changed and laid in their separate beds.
"So, before you became a Demon Hunter, how was your life?" Harry asked curiously.
"It was great. I went to muggle school, which sucked. My family was great. I was at home or with friends all the time. I was happy," she said with a dreamy smile. "So, before you came to Hogwarts what was it like for you?"
"It sucked. I lived with my aunt and uncle who are muggles. Everything that happened was my fault and I was picked on in school. My cousin beat me up and weird things always happened. Whenever it did, I was sent to my room with no food. Until I was eleven I lived in the cupboard under t he stairs with spiders. Summers sucked after Hogwarts. Before my second year, they found out I couldn't use magic in the summer and they locked me in the room with bars. I was only allowed out to go to the bathroom and I hardly got any food. What I did, I had to share with my owl, Hedwig."
"Wow that really sucked. How come you weren't put with someone else, like in an orphanage?" she asked shocked.
"Do you know why I survived when I was one?" he asked her. She shook her head. "It was because my mom sacrificed herself for me. The most powerful thing against evil is love. My mom's blood flows through my aunt so Dumbledore thought I would be safer with my aunt."
Nicole sat there for a few moments in silence. "You're life hasn't been the best has it?" she asked.
"No, and you're the only one who gets it," Harry told her.
"But, you've never had a real family," she said sadly. "To think, both of us might not live to have another family."
"Everyone I've ever loved has died. I'm scared to." he started.
"Love again," she finished. "I'm the same way."
"What a couple we make. Both scared to love and both secretly depressed," he said with a false laugh.
"Friends make it better, though," she said.
"And we have the best friends ever. Not once have they willingly let me go into danger by myself," he told her.
"Well, time for you to sleep. Game day's tomorrow," she told him. They both turned to fall asleep. Moments later, they fell asleep..
The next day at breakfast, excitement was high. It was the first Quidditch game of the year. Suddenly, the mail came in and an owl dropped a copy of the Daily Prophet in Hermione's eggs. She picked it up and a look of shock came upon her face. "Oh, no," she said.
"What? Who was killed?" Ron asked, nervously. Lately, many people had been dying.
"No one was killed. It's just their up to their old tricks," Hermione told them, still looking at the paper.
"What are they saying about me?" Harry asked tiredly.
"It's not about you," she told him.
"Okay, what's with the cryptic? Are you going to tell us or what?" Nicole asked impatiently.
"It's about you," she told Nicole. Nicole grabbed the paper, read the front cover, and turned the page to continue reading. When she finished all she did was laugh.
"Well, that was interesting," she said, handing it to Harry. He read it.
"They're making it sound like you kill innocent people for fun. It's rubbish," he said throwing the paper and Draco picked it up.
"Unfortunately, they're going to believe it," Draco told them. "They believed every word when they said Harry here was lying about the You-Know- Who thing."
"No biggie," Nicole told them. "I'm used to the whole avoiding thing."
"That makes two of us," Harry said. "First year, it was because we lost 150 points for Gryffindor. Second year, they thought I was Slytherin's heir. Fourth year, I was hated because I became one of the school's Triwizard tournament's champion. Fifth year, it was because they thought I was dangerous and an attention seeker. Then in sixth year, they were embarrassed about the year before. But for some strange reason, when I'm not being avoided, I'm rather popular."
"You English people," Nicole muttered.
"Excuse me," Draco said.
"In America, if you're unpopular you stay unpopular," Nicole explained. "Well, you two, you should go out to the pitch."
(A.N I'm bad with the Quidditch thing so I'll skip it.)
The Gryffindor team killed the Slytherin team and Harry caught the snitch in a spectacular dive. The Gryffindors partied well into the night.