"I'm starting to get sweaty. And contrary to what most people think I
think I look better wet; I've been campaigning this for two years now. So
throughout the show you'll be seeing me get sexier and sexier as it gets
hotter and hotter."-Tom
"And."-Mark
"And what?"-Tom
"And you might be seeing Tom get fatter and fatter as the show goes on too."-Mark
"Why would I be getting FATTER?"-Tom
"Because-BOOBIES!"-Mark
(To the girl) "Man, you are too young."-Tom
"Way too young. Gosh. Let me tell you why you'll be getting fatter: Because dog seamen is full of calories."-Mark
"Yeah don't eat dog seamen. We hear it's the number one cause of bad breath"-Tom
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Setting it Up
"Sabrina?" Asked Harry. Hermione looked at Harry.
"Harry, how is Sabrina going to help you talk to your parents? They're.dead." Said Hermione reluctantly.
"I know they're dead but Sabrina is the only person I know that can communicate with them." Said Harry sternly. All eyes were once again on Sabrina.
"Is this true?" Ginny asked. Sabrina nodded.
"Sort of. I've only did it once." She stated with a gulp.
"Did what? What am I missing?" Questioned Ron starting to get angry.
"Remember that day when Hermione asked me to explain about the killings back in the U.S.? I mentioned that I could perform séances. I guess was the only one to pick it up." She said.
"Can you really do them?" Hermione asked. "I mean, I know muggles try to do them at slumber parties but I never thought that they were real."
"They are real, but only if you know how to do it. The wiccans perfected it but few know it today. My friend, Sarah who's family is an old wiccan family, was the one who taught me. We contacted her dead uncle once for five minutes but then lost him."
"Do you think you can contact my parents?" Asked Harry. If she could, then Harry could have what he's always been longing for: a real conversation with his mum and dad. Sabrina nodded.
"Most likely if we do it in the right conditions. Thunderstorms are always good for a stroke of good luck, better yet on Halloween if we can get lucky. Oh yes, Halloween would be ideal."
"Halloween it is then." Said Ron. He looked over at Harry who was staring at the ground. "Harry, what's wrong?"
"I just realized that my parents died 15 years ago Halloween night." Said Harry in a cold, somewhat eerie voice. It sent shivers up everyone's spines. Sabrina grinned.
"Perfect. Now all I need is Ron's help." She said turning to Ron.
"Me? What do you need me for?" Ron was growing delirious. He shivered at the thought of a séance.
"I need someone to help me that's male and won't be communicating with the spirits. Unless you guys want me to ask Draco."
"No! Ron will do it!" Interrupted Harry. Sabrina smiled.
"Yay!" She said softly. She snickered. "I knew that would work. So Ron, every night from now until Halloween, you and me here in the common room after dinner and homework, got it?"
"Yes MUM!"
"Good, now wash your mouth out because I heard you talking about Snape and called him a bastard." Sabrina teased sticking her tongue out.
"That was you." Said Ron. Sabrina smiled to herself looking very pleased.
"Oh yeah!"
After a few minutes the five of them were walking to breakfast. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were talking rapidly about Quidditch trying to persuade Hermione that it wasn't a waste of time. Harry watched them and laughed. He noticed Sabrina was trailing behind and waited for her to catch up with him. "Hey, thanks for this whole thing." He said with his hand in his hair.
"No problem." She said moving her dark hair behind her ears. Harry felt like he was supposed to be nervous around her. He was around every other woman in the universe besides Hermione, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley. That's pretty sad, he thought. Sabrina was a very intimidating person. On her first few days alone she's gotten into arguments with teachers, students, and even snogged Harry. Harry realized he was supposed to say something back to her.
"I never thought I'd ever be able to communicate with them unless I died or something." Said Harry. Sabrina looked at him.
"Don't say that." She said sweetly. "I don't know what I'd do if you died."
"Really?" Asked Harry.
"Yeah, you're a great guy and an awesome friend. I can't imagine Hogwarts without it's big protector around." She said playfully. Or was she serious? Harry didn't know. But right then and there, he wanted to confess everything to her. He wanted to tell her that he has a 50/50 chance of dying at any moment. He had to hold himself back from not telling her about the prophecy. After all, what kind of friend would he be if he told Sabrina about it before he told Ron or Hermione about it? Harry blushed taking in what Sabrina just said.
"Nah." Was all he could say. She looked at him and shook her head smiling. The five of them reached the Great Hall and Harry saw Malfoy glaring at him and Sabrina. Malfoy's lip curled.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" Questioned Harry.
"Sure." She said.
"What do you see in Malfoy? I mean, I know you like him and everything but honestly. I'm just curious." He said knowing very well that Sabrina would snap at him for being rude and intrusive.
"Curiosity killed the cat." Said the American briskly.
"Yes, but the cat most likely found out what had killed it so tell me." Retorted Harry. She laughed.
"You really want to know, huh?" Harry nodded. "Alright. I really don't know. He's.deep. He has this whole dark, bad-boy, mysterious thing going for him. Plus, blondes with great hair are dead sexy." Harry quickly tried to pat down his hair. There was no success, as usual.
"So you like dark, mysterious guys?" He asked.
"Hell yes."
"Snape is dark and somewhat mysterious. Do you think he's sexy?" Harry interrogated trying to trap Sabrina. An odd smile swept across her face.
"A little." She admitted. Harry was stunned. He looked at her with his jaw on the ground. "Jesus Harry it's not like I'm going to jump into bed with the guy! I'm just saying that there's just something that's kinda- -"
"Alright, stop there. This conversation has officially ended. I don't need to picture you and Snape in bed together.EW!" Sabrina laughed.
"Harry, you act like such a gentleman but I know better. I know underneath those glasses and messy hair is a little pervert like myself. Don't you worry." She said with a wink before joining Malfoy at the Slytherin table. Harry shook his head and sat at the Gryffindor table with his friends. They stopped talking immediately and looked at him.
"Harry?" Hermione asked.
"What the fuck is it with her?" Responded Harry. Hermione rolled her eyes and Ron laughed.
"Isn't it obvious mate?" Asked Ron.
"Isn't what obvious?" He retorted. Hermione put her hand on Ron's forearm.
"Don't tell him. Let him figure it out for himself." Said Hermione with a smirk.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I know this chapter is short but I want to get the juicer stuff in the story. I've already written the next chapter free hand in one of my many notebooks so as soon as I find it I'll type it up and post it. Also I've written two up and coming chapters for this story because I've been anxious to write it. School starts for me in six days!!!!! AH! I don't want the summer to end! With school in mind, chapters may be delayed but I know exactly where this story is going. I have the end of sixth year down, the sequel pretty much down in my head. The only trouble I have is doing the middle. . Oh and one of my best friends is being a bitch to me (he's a guy) and I'm so fucking pissed at him so if my chapters get angst-y, I'm just expressing my feelings. lol I know it sounds gay, but what the hell?
"And."-Mark
"And what?"-Tom
"And you might be seeing Tom get fatter and fatter as the show goes on too."-Mark
"Why would I be getting FATTER?"-Tom
"Because-BOOBIES!"-Mark
(To the girl) "Man, you are too young."-Tom
"Way too young. Gosh. Let me tell you why you'll be getting fatter: Because dog seamen is full of calories."-Mark
"Yeah don't eat dog seamen. We hear it's the number one cause of bad breath"-Tom
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Setting it Up
"Sabrina?" Asked Harry. Hermione looked at Harry.
"Harry, how is Sabrina going to help you talk to your parents? They're.dead." Said Hermione reluctantly.
"I know they're dead but Sabrina is the only person I know that can communicate with them." Said Harry sternly. All eyes were once again on Sabrina.
"Is this true?" Ginny asked. Sabrina nodded.
"Sort of. I've only did it once." She stated with a gulp.
"Did what? What am I missing?" Questioned Ron starting to get angry.
"Remember that day when Hermione asked me to explain about the killings back in the U.S.? I mentioned that I could perform séances. I guess was the only one to pick it up." She said.
"Can you really do them?" Hermione asked. "I mean, I know muggles try to do them at slumber parties but I never thought that they were real."
"They are real, but only if you know how to do it. The wiccans perfected it but few know it today. My friend, Sarah who's family is an old wiccan family, was the one who taught me. We contacted her dead uncle once for five minutes but then lost him."
"Do you think you can contact my parents?" Asked Harry. If she could, then Harry could have what he's always been longing for: a real conversation with his mum and dad. Sabrina nodded.
"Most likely if we do it in the right conditions. Thunderstorms are always good for a stroke of good luck, better yet on Halloween if we can get lucky. Oh yes, Halloween would be ideal."
"Halloween it is then." Said Ron. He looked over at Harry who was staring at the ground. "Harry, what's wrong?"
"I just realized that my parents died 15 years ago Halloween night." Said Harry in a cold, somewhat eerie voice. It sent shivers up everyone's spines. Sabrina grinned.
"Perfect. Now all I need is Ron's help." She said turning to Ron.
"Me? What do you need me for?" Ron was growing delirious. He shivered at the thought of a séance.
"I need someone to help me that's male and won't be communicating with the spirits. Unless you guys want me to ask Draco."
"No! Ron will do it!" Interrupted Harry. Sabrina smiled.
"Yay!" She said softly. She snickered. "I knew that would work. So Ron, every night from now until Halloween, you and me here in the common room after dinner and homework, got it?"
"Yes MUM!"
"Good, now wash your mouth out because I heard you talking about Snape and called him a bastard." Sabrina teased sticking her tongue out.
"That was you." Said Ron. Sabrina smiled to herself looking very pleased.
"Oh yeah!"
After a few minutes the five of them were walking to breakfast. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were talking rapidly about Quidditch trying to persuade Hermione that it wasn't a waste of time. Harry watched them and laughed. He noticed Sabrina was trailing behind and waited for her to catch up with him. "Hey, thanks for this whole thing." He said with his hand in his hair.
"No problem." She said moving her dark hair behind her ears. Harry felt like he was supposed to be nervous around her. He was around every other woman in the universe besides Hermione, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley. That's pretty sad, he thought. Sabrina was a very intimidating person. On her first few days alone she's gotten into arguments with teachers, students, and even snogged Harry. Harry realized he was supposed to say something back to her.
"I never thought I'd ever be able to communicate with them unless I died or something." Said Harry. Sabrina looked at him.
"Don't say that." She said sweetly. "I don't know what I'd do if you died."
"Really?" Asked Harry.
"Yeah, you're a great guy and an awesome friend. I can't imagine Hogwarts without it's big protector around." She said playfully. Or was she serious? Harry didn't know. But right then and there, he wanted to confess everything to her. He wanted to tell her that he has a 50/50 chance of dying at any moment. He had to hold himself back from not telling her about the prophecy. After all, what kind of friend would he be if he told Sabrina about it before he told Ron or Hermione about it? Harry blushed taking in what Sabrina just said.
"Nah." Was all he could say. She looked at him and shook her head smiling. The five of them reached the Great Hall and Harry saw Malfoy glaring at him and Sabrina. Malfoy's lip curled.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" Questioned Harry.
"Sure." She said.
"What do you see in Malfoy? I mean, I know you like him and everything but honestly. I'm just curious." He said knowing very well that Sabrina would snap at him for being rude and intrusive.
"Curiosity killed the cat." Said the American briskly.
"Yes, but the cat most likely found out what had killed it so tell me." Retorted Harry. She laughed.
"You really want to know, huh?" Harry nodded. "Alright. I really don't know. He's.deep. He has this whole dark, bad-boy, mysterious thing going for him. Plus, blondes with great hair are dead sexy." Harry quickly tried to pat down his hair. There was no success, as usual.
"So you like dark, mysterious guys?" He asked.
"Hell yes."
"Snape is dark and somewhat mysterious. Do you think he's sexy?" Harry interrogated trying to trap Sabrina. An odd smile swept across her face.
"A little." She admitted. Harry was stunned. He looked at her with his jaw on the ground. "Jesus Harry it's not like I'm going to jump into bed with the guy! I'm just saying that there's just something that's kinda- -"
"Alright, stop there. This conversation has officially ended. I don't need to picture you and Snape in bed together.EW!" Sabrina laughed.
"Harry, you act like such a gentleman but I know better. I know underneath those glasses and messy hair is a little pervert like myself. Don't you worry." She said with a wink before joining Malfoy at the Slytherin table. Harry shook his head and sat at the Gryffindor table with his friends. They stopped talking immediately and looked at him.
"Harry?" Hermione asked.
"What the fuck is it with her?" Responded Harry. Hermione rolled her eyes and Ron laughed.
"Isn't it obvious mate?" Asked Ron.
"Isn't what obvious?" He retorted. Hermione put her hand on Ron's forearm.
"Don't tell him. Let him figure it out for himself." Said Hermione with a smirk.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I know this chapter is short but I want to get the juicer stuff in the story. I've already written the next chapter free hand in one of my many notebooks so as soon as I find it I'll type it up and post it. Also I've written two up and coming chapters for this story because I've been anxious to write it. School starts for me in six days!!!!! AH! I don't want the summer to end! With school in mind, chapters may be delayed but I know exactly where this story is going. I have the end of sixth year down, the sequel pretty much down in my head. The only trouble I have is doing the middle. . Oh and one of my best friends is being a bitch to me (he's a guy) and I'm so fucking pissed at him so if my chapters get angst-y, I'm just expressing my feelings. lol I know it sounds gay, but what the hell?