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"Harry, where have you been?"
Jerking out of his sleep, Harry looked up to see Hermione and Ron looking down at him. He had been sitting in a soft chair in the Gryffindor common room.
"We looked all over for you!" Ron said, sitting down. "We couldn't find you anywhere until Hermione thought to look here.have you been here ever since breakfast?"
"Yes. . .no. . .no, I wasn't here all morning," Harry grumbled, sitting up.
"Then where were you? It's Sunday, you should be outside enjoying the beautiful, nice weather."
"Hermione, it's freezing out there."
"Whatever. Where were you?"
Harry looked around to make sure no one else was listening. "You guys. . .I accidentally went into Harkinian's Penseive."
"What's a penseive?" asked Ron.
"It's a kind of bowl-like device that you can store your memories in," Hermione answered. "Like if your brain gets too clouded with thoughts and stuff like that."
"And you went in Harkinian's?" Ron asked excitedly. "What was it like?"
"Well. . .there was really only one of her memories that was actually good. But you guys, I saw him again. Gannondorf."
"What'd he do?" Hermione asked nervously.
"He. . .he said that he was 'friends' with Voldemort and that he'd learned a few spells from him," Harry answered.
"But what'd he do pertaining to Harkinian?" Ron inquired.
"Gannondorf killed her parents."
Hermione gasped, putting her hands to her mouth. "What?! He killed them?! How old was she when it happened?!"
"I don't think it was that long ago," Harry answered. "She only looked about twenty years old. But the worst part of it was that she saw them both getting killed. They were both beheaded right in front of her."
"That must've been terrible!" Hermione squeaked.
"The understatement of the century," Harry groaned, slumping in his chair again. "But before Gannondorf killed the Queen-"
"The Queen?!" Hermione and Ron asked in unison. "You mean her-"
"Yes!" Harry interrupted, suddenly realizing he had forgotten to tell them. "In all of the memories I saw, she was called a Princess. And I know for a fact that her parents were a King and Queen."
"Of what country?!" Hermione asked.
"I have absolutely no idea."
"This makes no sense. . ." Ron muttered.
"And another confusing thing," Harry added. "Was their ears! Koke was in three of her memories, and they both had pointed ears! It made them look like. . .ELVES!"
"Pointed ears?" Hermione asked. "This is all so puzzling. . .it doesn't make seem sensible at all. How could Koke and Harkinian be elves? It's just not possible! Their ears look normal now!"
"Wait a minute!" Ron exclaimed. "What if they're Metamorphmagis? Like Tonks! And they can change their appearance whenever they want!"
"But why would they want to do that?" Harry asked. "Why would they make themselves look human and come to teach at our school? It doesn't-"
"No, no, it makes PERFECT sense!" Hermione shouted.
"It does?" Ron and Harry asked in unison.
"Of course! Harry-in Harkinian's penseive you said that you saw Gannondorf, right? And he said that he was a new friend of Voldemort! And then there was your dream too, Harry! What if Gannondorf and Voldemort ARE working together?!"
"Maybe you've got something there, Hermione!" Harry cried. "It would make sense, wouldn't it? Gannondorf killed Harkinian's parents, and Voldemort killed mine!"
"Oh, how horrible that must've been," Ron sighed. "Her parents getting murdered and all that."
"Hey," said Harry. "Don't forget that my parents were ruthlessly killed by an evil wizard too."
"Well, this is a little different," Hermione said. "I don't mean to say that your experience wasn't horrible, but imagine what hers was like. She actually KNEW her parents, and had to watch them get murdered right in front of her eyes."
"Yeah. . .I guess you're right," Harry sighed. He looked up at the ceiling. "But it's still a bit confusing, don't you think?"
"What is?" asked Ron.
"That they're elves! If they WERE elves, wouldn't they be only two feet high? Elves are tiny! Not. . .you know, normal height."
"That's a good point," Hermione mused. "Unless of course, Ron was right about their being Metamorphmagis. Then maybe they could change their height, too."
"Not necessarily," Ron interrupted. "Appearance may only be like your hair, or nose, or ears and stuff like that."
Hermione stood up. "C'mon, let's go to the library. Maybe there's something on Metamorphmagis there that we can look up."
"Okay," Harry and Ron agreed, standing as well. They walked out of the common room, bumping into Neville on the way.
"Hi, guys," Neville greeted them. "Where're you going?"
"The library," Ron answered.
"To do homework?"
"Erm. . .yeah," Harry answered.
"Okay. See ya."
"That was close," Hermione breathed, as they walked down the hallway. "Quick, let's just get to the library."
"Oh, wait!" Ron said, coming to a halt. "We have Quidditch practice, remember, Harry? We have to be down at the field in five minutes!"
"I completely forgot!" Harry cried. "Sorry, Hermione. Ron and I have to go. But do you think you could stay here and research a bit for us?"
"Yeah, sure," Hermione answered. "You two just hurry up, and get back here as soon as you can to help."
"Will do," Ron agreed, as he and Harry ran off.
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"As you all know," Alicia said, marching up and down in front of her team, "Slytherin won their previous game against Ravenclaw. This means, of course, that we will be playing against them in our next game."
"I know what their strategies are like," Harry grumbled.
"As do most of us," Alicia stated. "We shall have to teach Seamus, Dean and Ginny a bit, though. Do you three know anything at all?"
"That they're callous," Ginny answered, sitting as far away from Harry as possible.
"Well there's a rock solid foundation!" Dean said sarcastically. "I, however, do hope that Alicia, Katie and Harry will elaborate a little bit more on the subject."
"Hey, what about me?" Ron asked.
"What ABOUT you?" Ginny inquired sourly.
"Never mind about it," Katie interrupted. She stood up and walked over to a large chalk board. "I'll show you the Slytherins' evil strategies."
After Quidditch practice, Ron and Harry ran back to the castle. As they headed towards the library, they saw Hermione walking out of them. Seeing them, she rushed over to her friends.
"I looked up Metamorphmagis," Hermione told Harry and Ron breathlessly.
"And. . . ?" they asked.
"The book listed what they could change about their looks, but height wasn't on there. That means that Koke and Harkinian aren't Metamorphmagis."
"Well duh," Harry sighed. "That means that they can't be elves. . .right?"
"Hold on," Hermione said. "Since your guys' Quidditch practice ran so long, I did research on something else. When we used the Extendable Ears to listen to Koke and Harkinian before, she said something about Hyrule. I thought that maybe it was the country her parents ruled."
"Well is it?" Ron asked. "Where is it, anyway?"
"That's just it!" Hermione exclaimed. "I couldn't find it in any of the school atlases! So I asked Madame Pince if she knew what or where it was, and she said she'd never heard of anything like 'Hyrule' before!"
"So let me get this straight," Ron said. "Harkinian is a princess of some place we've never even heard of before, but she came to Hogwarts to teach because she thinks this Gannondorf guy is teaming up with You-Know- Who?!"
"Yeah, I think that pretty much sums it up," Hermione responded. "But there's still one thing I don't really get. . .what role does Koke have in Harkinian's life? Sickly saplings."
"I think I've got a good idea," Harry answered, as the Fat Lady's portrait swung open for them. "Like I said, he was in a few of her memories."
"What happened?" Ron asked, sitting in a chair in one of the corners of the room.
"Well. . ." Harry found himself turning red. "In her first memory, they were, erm. . .in Harkinian's bedroom-"
"HARRY POTTER!" Hermione scolded, looking mortified. "I can't believe you would just barge in on-"
"It wasn't like that!" Harry interjected hastily. "Well, actually. . .it kinda. . .anyway, Harkinian didn't want to go somewhere, but Koke wanted her to. So he flung her down onto the floor and started. . .well, he kissed her. And she kissed him back."
"Oh, that's so romantic!" Hermione gushed. "Only it doesn't make sense."
"And then in her next memory, they were little kids. Good friends, I think. And then another time, I was in. . .what I think was some sort of ball. There were a lot of people there, most of them looked royal, or of very high status."
"Did they look like elves too?" Ron inquired curiously.
Harry racked his brain trying to remember. "No, loads of them looked human! But then there were still some that looked like elves. . ."
"Well, keep going. Where was Koke in the memory?" Hermione urged Harry.
"He was brooding in a corner. He was staring at Harkinian dancing with this guy that I think was a prince." Harry sighed. "He looked really jealous."
"That clarifies it," Hermione stated. "Koke is Harkinian's lover."
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AN:
Hohoho, hahaha and a couple of lah-dee-dahs. . .THAT'S HOW WE LAUGH THE DAY AWAY IN THE MERRY OLD LAND OF OZ!!!
...........sorry, hope u liked this chapter.........
"Harry, where have you been?"
Jerking out of his sleep, Harry looked up to see Hermione and Ron looking down at him. He had been sitting in a soft chair in the Gryffindor common room.
"We looked all over for you!" Ron said, sitting down. "We couldn't find you anywhere until Hermione thought to look here.have you been here ever since breakfast?"
"Yes. . .no. . .no, I wasn't here all morning," Harry grumbled, sitting up.
"Then where were you? It's Sunday, you should be outside enjoying the beautiful, nice weather."
"Hermione, it's freezing out there."
"Whatever. Where were you?"
Harry looked around to make sure no one else was listening. "You guys. . .I accidentally went into Harkinian's Penseive."
"What's a penseive?" asked Ron.
"It's a kind of bowl-like device that you can store your memories in," Hermione answered. "Like if your brain gets too clouded with thoughts and stuff like that."
"And you went in Harkinian's?" Ron asked excitedly. "What was it like?"
"Well. . .there was really only one of her memories that was actually good. But you guys, I saw him again. Gannondorf."
"What'd he do?" Hermione asked nervously.
"He. . .he said that he was 'friends' with Voldemort and that he'd learned a few spells from him," Harry answered.
"But what'd he do pertaining to Harkinian?" Ron inquired.
"Gannondorf killed her parents."
Hermione gasped, putting her hands to her mouth. "What?! He killed them?! How old was she when it happened?!"
"I don't think it was that long ago," Harry answered. "She only looked about twenty years old. But the worst part of it was that she saw them both getting killed. They were both beheaded right in front of her."
"That must've been terrible!" Hermione squeaked.
"The understatement of the century," Harry groaned, slumping in his chair again. "But before Gannondorf killed the Queen-"
"The Queen?!" Hermione and Ron asked in unison. "You mean her-"
"Yes!" Harry interrupted, suddenly realizing he had forgotten to tell them. "In all of the memories I saw, she was called a Princess. And I know for a fact that her parents were a King and Queen."
"Of what country?!" Hermione asked.
"I have absolutely no idea."
"This makes no sense. . ." Ron muttered.
"And another confusing thing," Harry added. "Was their ears! Koke was in three of her memories, and they both had pointed ears! It made them look like. . .ELVES!"
"Pointed ears?" Hermione asked. "This is all so puzzling. . .it doesn't make seem sensible at all. How could Koke and Harkinian be elves? It's just not possible! Their ears look normal now!"
"Wait a minute!" Ron exclaimed. "What if they're Metamorphmagis? Like Tonks! And they can change their appearance whenever they want!"
"But why would they want to do that?" Harry asked. "Why would they make themselves look human and come to teach at our school? It doesn't-"
"No, no, it makes PERFECT sense!" Hermione shouted.
"It does?" Ron and Harry asked in unison.
"Of course! Harry-in Harkinian's penseive you said that you saw Gannondorf, right? And he said that he was a new friend of Voldemort! And then there was your dream too, Harry! What if Gannondorf and Voldemort ARE working together?!"
"Maybe you've got something there, Hermione!" Harry cried. "It would make sense, wouldn't it? Gannondorf killed Harkinian's parents, and Voldemort killed mine!"
"Oh, how horrible that must've been," Ron sighed. "Her parents getting murdered and all that."
"Hey," said Harry. "Don't forget that my parents were ruthlessly killed by an evil wizard too."
"Well, this is a little different," Hermione said. "I don't mean to say that your experience wasn't horrible, but imagine what hers was like. She actually KNEW her parents, and had to watch them get murdered right in front of her eyes."
"Yeah. . .I guess you're right," Harry sighed. He looked up at the ceiling. "But it's still a bit confusing, don't you think?"
"What is?" asked Ron.
"That they're elves! If they WERE elves, wouldn't they be only two feet high? Elves are tiny! Not. . .you know, normal height."
"That's a good point," Hermione mused. "Unless of course, Ron was right about their being Metamorphmagis. Then maybe they could change their height, too."
"Not necessarily," Ron interrupted. "Appearance may only be like your hair, or nose, or ears and stuff like that."
Hermione stood up. "C'mon, let's go to the library. Maybe there's something on Metamorphmagis there that we can look up."
"Okay," Harry and Ron agreed, standing as well. They walked out of the common room, bumping into Neville on the way.
"Hi, guys," Neville greeted them. "Where're you going?"
"The library," Ron answered.
"To do homework?"
"Erm. . .yeah," Harry answered.
"Okay. See ya."
"That was close," Hermione breathed, as they walked down the hallway. "Quick, let's just get to the library."
"Oh, wait!" Ron said, coming to a halt. "We have Quidditch practice, remember, Harry? We have to be down at the field in five minutes!"
"I completely forgot!" Harry cried. "Sorry, Hermione. Ron and I have to go. But do you think you could stay here and research a bit for us?"
"Yeah, sure," Hermione answered. "You two just hurry up, and get back here as soon as you can to help."
"Will do," Ron agreed, as he and Harry ran off.
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"As you all know," Alicia said, marching up and down in front of her team, "Slytherin won their previous game against Ravenclaw. This means, of course, that we will be playing against them in our next game."
"I know what their strategies are like," Harry grumbled.
"As do most of us," Alicia stated. "We shall have to teach Seamus, Dean and Ginny a bit, though. Do you three know anything at all?"
"That they're callous," Ginny answered, sitting as far away from Harry as possible.
"Well there's a rock solid foundation!" Dean said sarcastically. "I, however, do hope that Alicia, Katie and Harry will elaborate a little bit more on the subject."
"Hey, what about me?" Ron asked.
"What ABOUT you?" Ginny inquired sourly.
"Never mind about it," Katie interrupted. She stood up and walked over to a large chalk board. "I'll show you the Slytherins' evil strategies."
After Quidditch practice, Ron and Harry ran back to the castle. As they headed towards the library, they saw Hermione walking out of them. Seeing them, she rushed over to her friends.
"I looked up Metamorphmagis," Hermione told Harry and Ron breathlessly.
"And. . . ?" they asked.
"The book listed what they could change about their looks, but height wasn't on there. That means that Koke and Harkinian aren't Metamorphmagis."
"Well duh," Harry sighed. "That means that they can't be elves. . .right?"
"Hold on," Hermione said. "Since your guys' Quidditch practice ran so long, I did research on something else. When we used the Extendable Ears to listen to Koke and Harkinian before, she said something about Hyrule. I thought that maybe it was the country her parents ruled."
"Well is it?" Ron asked. "Where is it, anyway?"
"That's just it!" Hermione exclaimed. "I couldn't find it in any of the school atlases! So I asked Madame Pince if she knew what or where it was, and she said she'd never heard of anything like 'Hyrule' before!"
"So let me get this straight," Ron said. "Harkinian is a princess of some place we've never even heard of before, but she came to Hogwarts to teach because she thinks this Gannondorf guy is teaming up with You-Know- Who?!"
"Yeah, I think that pretty much sums it up," Hermione responded. "But there's still one thing I don't really get. . .what role does Koke have in Harkinian's life? Sickly saplings."
"I think I've got a good idea," Harry answered, as the Fat Lady's portrait swung open for them. "Like I said, he was in a few of her memories."
"What happened?" Ron asked, sitting in a chair in one of the corners of the room.
"Well. . ." Harry found himself turning red. "In her first memory, they were, erm. . .in Harkinian's bedroom-"
"HARRY POTTER!" Hermione scolded, looking mortified. "I can't believe you would just barge in on-"
"It wasn't like that!" Harry interjected hastily. "Well, actually. . .it kinda. . .anyway, Harkinian didn't want to go somewhere, but Koke wanted her to. So he flung her down onto the floor and started. . .well, he kissed her. And she kissed him back."
"Oh, that's so romantic!" Hermione gushed. "Only it doesn't make sense."
"And then in her next memory, they were little kids. Good friends, I think. And then another time, I was in. . .what I think was some sort of ball. There were a lot of people there, most of them looked royal, or of very high status."
"Did they look like elves too?" Ron inquired curiously.
Harry racked his brain trying to remember. "No, loads of them looked human! But then there were still some that looked like elves. . ."
"Well, keep going. Where was Koke in the memory?" Hermione urged Harry.
"He was brooding in a corner. He was staring at Harkinian dancing with this guy that I think was a prince." Harry sighed. "He looked really jealous."
"That clarifies it," Hermione stated. "Koke is Harkinian's lover."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
AN:
Hohoho, hahaha and a couple of lah-dee-dahs. . .THAT'S HOW WE LAUGH THE DAY AWAY IN THE MERRY OLD LAND OF OZ!!!
...........sorry, hope u liked this chapter.........