A/N: Hehehe, I'm going to have fun with this chapter! The hobbits have
their first ever lessons at Hogwarts! This will be entertaining. And it
will be one of the longest chapters! Oh, and by the way, I don't really
know what part of the book this part will be in, but it's after some stuff,
and before- some other stuff. Oh, and this will most likely have OotP
revealers, so if you haven't read it yet- READ IT! And I STILL own nothing!
Can you believe that?!
Chapter 8
Frodo, Pippin, Merry, and Sam followed the three friends as they made their way along corridors and up stairways. At last, they halted before a door and Hermione opened it, revealing a classroom. They went in and sat at the desks, as the ghost form of Professor Binns floated through the chalkboard.
Frodo and the rest of the hobbits jumped in surprise, and stared at the- was that the TEACHER?! Professor Dumbledore had mentioned that there was a ghost teacher, but- this was weird! Harry noticed the looks on the new students faces, and laughed quietly while saying to them,
"That's probably the most exciting thing you'll ever see in History of Magic class. OW!" he yelped as Hermione nudged him hard in the ribs.
It turned out that Harry and Ron were right about this class. Frodo felt his conscious self slipping away, and tuned out the dull voice of Professor Binns. It looked as if Pippin had already fallen asleep on his desk. After the class, Frodo had to be shaken a little by Harry and Pippin reawakened by Ron to go to the next class: Potions.
As they walked down to the dungeons, Harry and Ron had miserable looks on their faces.
"What's wrong?" Frodo asked them. Harry answered.
"Potions. It is the WORST class you could possibly take in Hogwarts-"
"Yeah, especially with that greasy-haired rat Snape teaching it," Ron added. They stopped in front of a dungeon door, where other Gryffindors stood on one side, while more students with a green emblem on their robes stood at another, glaring at the Gryffindors.
"Who are those cheerful chaps?" Merry asked them.
"Slytherins," Ron merely answered. He looked at one particular Slytherin while he said it, a pale boy with silver-blonde hair. He was talking animatedly to two other boys, these ones much larger and bulkier than the rest.
"That's Draco Malfoy with his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. Stay clear of him, he's a no-good low-life snake!" Ron told them through gritted teeth. Just then, a man robed all in black with greasy black hair strolled up to the class and opened the door. The class filed inside and they chose their seats. Frodo and his friends followed Harry, Ron, and Hermione to the back of the room.
"Today you shall be working on one of the potions we learned earlier this year: The Drought of Peace." The man said from the front of the room in a cold voice. "You need to carefully study all potions we have covered, since your O.W.L.s are coming up. The instructions are on the board, ingredients in the cupboards." With that, the students began to start their process of their potions.
Frodo and his friends had some difficulty with making their potions, as they had never done this before, but Sam got used to it after a while. "After all," he had said, "It's just like cooking!"
Hermione had to help the rest of them and instruct them on the ingredients. Pippin wasn't too keen on touching many of them, but reluctantly applied them to the mix. After the class, they had all done fairly well, for their first try.
After Potions was lunch, followed immediately by Divination. Although Hermione had a different class, Arithmancy, Harry assured Frodo and the others that they would see her again in their next class.
They all went to the North Tower, and once there they climbed a silver ladder leading through a trapdoor. Once inside, Frodo coughed. The air was so- thick- here, and so stuffy! There was even a low-burning, sickly-scented fire in the hearth behind a desk. They made their way to two spindly-legged tables in the corner, and the rest of the class took their seats as well. Frodo was wondering where the teacher was when a voice behind him made him start. "Good day, class," said the misty, dreamy sounding voice. Frodo turned around and saw a thin woman, heavily draped in shawls and glittering slightly with strings of beads, and Frodo was reminded of an insect, with glasses that magnified her eyes. She made her way to the front of the class. "That's Professor Trelawney. She thinks she has the "inner eye," but she's really just an old fraud," Harry told them. They nodded and looked at the woman again, now addressing the class. "As we have been studying, you will now open your copies of The Dream Oracle, and you will be interpreting your dream last night to your partner. I hope you have been writing in your dream journal. Carry on." And with that, she sat at her desk, watching as the students flipped to a certain page of the battered, leather-bound books on each table. Harry paired up with Ron, Frodo with Sam, and Merry with Pippin. The hobbits, unsure of what to do, started rambling on about dreams they might have had while the other listened. The looked through the books, and read some of the pages, but they understood nothing of what it was saying. "'Dream interpretation'? 'The Seeing Eye'? What is this stuff?" Merry asked a very bored Pippin. "I don't know, I'm a hobbit, not a wizard! But boy, if Gandalf could see us now, Merry!" And they both started laughing. That class couldn't have been longer. They trudged down to the last class of the day, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and they found Hermione waiting for them at the door. "Come on," she sighed in a reluctant voice, "Otherwise Umbridge will give us detention." Harry shuddered. "Umbridge?" asked Frodo. "The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. She's from the ministry, can you believe that? Anyways, she's a vile, horrible woman who-" "Uh, Hermione? Let's go in, shall we?" Ron asked timidly. "What? Oh, yes, of course." They went in and had a seat. The teacher, Professor Umbridge, was already sitting at her desk. Frodo thought she looked like a giant toad. "Good afternoon, class," she replied in a falsely sweet voice. "Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," the class murmured in reply. She turned her gaze over to Frodo and his three companions. "You must be the new students, am I correct?" she asked them. They nodded. "Well, when I say 'Good afternoon, class," YOU reply, 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' Let's hear you say that. Together, now. Good afternoon, class." "Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," everybody replied again. "That's better. Now, wands away, and turn to chapter fifteen in 'Common Defensive Theories and Their Derivation.' There will be no need to talk." They just sat there, reading that blasted book for the whole class. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the bell rang for the end of class, the last one of the day, and they made their way downstairs into the Great Hall for dinner. "That woman was boring," Pippin told them, while heaping an endless amount of food on his plate. "There was something I didn't like about her," Frodo added. "Of course! She's a heartless windbag!" Ron informed them. They laughed and ate their dinner, forgetting about Umbridge. After dinner, they headed up to Gryffindor Tower, gave the password to the portrait of the fat lady, ("Mimbulus mimbletonia"), and climbed into the Common Room. They sat back in the seats around the fire, and took out the homework they needed to complete. Frodo and the others needed a LOT of help from Hermione, while Fred and George, the Weasley twins, started a commotion on the other side of the Common Room. "Skiving Snackboxes, only two Sickles each! Here's a Nosebleed Nougat!" one of them said, while the other ate a small bit of something. Instantly, he started to get a nosebleed, while the crowd "oohed." He ate the other half of the thing he had eaten, and any trace of a nosebleed was gone. The crowd cheered as the twins posed. "Wow! That was something!" Merry stated. "Who are those chaps?" "My brothers, Fred and George Weasley," Ron informed them. "They say they're going to open a joke shop once they're out of Hogwarts. It's their final year here, so, they started inventing all of these hilarious things that aren't that bad, to tell you the truth." Hermione shot him a look. "Ron! We're Prefects! How could you say that? They were testing it on students!" "Yeah, but you gotta admit Hermione, it's bloody brilliant." Hermione just "humph!"-ed and went back to her work. After a while, Merry and Pippin decided to go over and talk to Fred and George, who talked late into the night, sharing jokes and the occasional burst of laughter. Soon, Harry, Ron, and Hermione said that they were going to bed. Frodo and Sam, shortly followed by Merry and Pippin, climbed up to their dormitory to get ready for bed. "Today was fun!" Pippin exclaimed as he jumped onto his four-poster bed. "Yes, but it was tiring, though!" Sam said as he rested his head on a pillow. Frodo, already in bed, smiled. He wondered what Gandalf would say if he was here to see this- but no. Gandalf was gone. At least now, in the future, there were wizards who would carry on the legacy. And with that, Frodo fell into a deep sleep.
A/N: Oh, jeez! Phew! THAT was a LONG chapter! One of the longest in this story, I bet! Anyways, that was only Day 1, with only half of the classes. Oh boy. If you can, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!!! I will be thrilled. Thank you!
Chapter 8
Frodo, Pippin, Merry, and Sam followed the three friends as they made their way along corridors and up stairways. At last, they halted before a door and Hermione opened it, revealing a classroom. They went in and sat at the desks, as the ghost form of Professor Binns floated through the chalkboard.
Frodo and the rest of the hobbits jumped in surprise, and stared at the- was that the TEACHER?! Professor Dumbledore had mentioned that there was a ghost teacher, but- this was weird! Harry noticed the looks on the new students faces, and laughed quietly while saying to them,
"That's probably the most exciting thing you'll ever see in History of Magic class. OW!" he yelped as Hermione nudged him hard in the ribs.
It turned out that Harry and Ron were right about this class. Frodo felt his conscious self slipping away, and tuned out the dull voice of Professor Binns. It looked as if Pippin had already fallen asleep on his desk. After the class, Frodo had to be shaken a little by Harry and Pippin reawakened by Ron to go to the next class: Potions.
As they walked down to the dungeons, Harry and Ron had miserable looks on their faces.
"What's wrong?" Frodo asked them. Harry answered.
"Potions. It is the WORST class you could possibly take in Hogwarts-"
"Yeah, especially with that greasy-haired rat Snape teaching it," Ron added. They stopped in front of a dungeon door, where other Gryffindors stood on one side, while more students with a green emblem on their robes stood at another, glaring at the Gryffindors.
"Who are those cheerful chaps?" Merry asked them.
"Slytherins," Ron merely answered. He looked at one particular Slytherin while he said it, a pale boy with silver-blonde hair. He was talking animatedly to two other boys, these ones much larger and bulkier than the rest.
"That's Draco Malfoy with his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. Stay clear of him, he's a no-good low-life snake!" Ron told them through gritted teeth. Just then, a man robed all in black with greasy black hair strolled up to the class and opened the door. The class filed inside and they chose their seats. Frodo and his friends followed Harry, Ron, and Hermione to the back of the room.
"Today you shall be working on one of the potions we learned earlier this year: The Drought of Peace." The man said from the front of the room in a cold voice. "You need to carefully study all potions we have covered, since your O.W.L.s are coming up. The instructions are on the board, ingredients in the cupboards." With that, the students began to start their process of their potions.
Frodo and his friends had some difficulty with making their potions, as they had never done this before, but Sam got used to it after a while. "After all," he had said, "It's just like cooking!"
Hermione had to help the rest of them and instruct them on the ingredients. Pippin wasn't too keen on touching many of them, but reluctantly applied them to the mix. After the class, they had all done fairly well, for their first try.
After Potions was lunch, followed immediately by Divination. Although Hermione had a different class, Arithmancy, Harry assured Frodo and the others that they would see her again in their next class.
They all went to the North Tower, and once there they climbed a silver ladder leading through a trapdoor. Once inside, Frodo coughed. The air was so- thick- here, and so stuffy! There was even a low-burning, sickly-scented fire in the hearth behind a desk. They made their way to two spindly-legged tables in the corner, and the rest of the class took their seats as well. Frodo was wondering where the teacher was when a voice behind him made him start. "Good day, class," said the misty, dreamy sounding voice. Frodo turned around and saw a thin woman, heavily draped in shawls and glittering slightly with strings of beads, and Frodo was reminded of an insect, with glasses that magnified her eyes. She made her way to the front of the class. "That's Professor Trelawney. She thinks she has the "inner eye," but she's really just an old fraud," Harry told them. They nodded and looked at the woman again, now addressing the class. "As we have been studying, you will now open your copies of The Dream Oracle, and you will be interpreting your dream last night to your partner. I hope you have been writing in your dream journal. Carry on." And with that, she sat at her desk, watching as the students flipped to a certain page of the battered, leather-bound books on each table. Harry paired up with Ron, Frodo with Sam, and Merry with Pippin. The hobbits, unsure of what to do, started rambling on about dreams they might have had while the other listened. The looked through the books, and read some of the pages, but they understood nothing of what it was saying. "'Dream interpretation'? 'The Seeing Eye'? What is this stuff?" Merry asked a very bored Pippin. "I don't know, I'm a hobbit, not a wizard! But boy, if Gandalf could see us now, Merry!" And they both started laughing. That class couldn't have been longer. They trudged down to the last class of the day, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and they found Hermione waiting for them at the door. "Come on," she sighed in a reluctant voice, "Otherwise Umbridge will give us detention." Harry shuddered. "Umbridge?" asked Frodo. "The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. She's from the ministry, can you believe that? Anyways, she's a vile, horrible woman who-" "Uh, Hermione? Let's go in, shall we?" Ron asked timidly. "What? Oh, yes, of course." They went in and had a seat. The teacher, Professor Umbridge, was already sitting at her desk. Frodo thought she looked like a giant toad. "Good afternoon, class," she replied in a falsely sweet voice. "Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," the class murmured in reply. She turned her gaze over to Frodo and his three companions. "You must be the new students, am I correct?" she asked them. They nodded. "Well, when I say 'Good afternoon, class," YOU reply, 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' Let's hear you say that. Together, now. Good afternoon, class." "Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," everybody replied again. "That's better. Now, wands away, and turn to chapter fifteen in 'Common Defensive Theories and Their Derivation.' There will be no need to talk." They just sat there, reading that blasted book for the whole class. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the bell rang for the end of class, the last one of the day, and they made their way downstairs into the Great Hall for dinner. "That woman was boring," Pippin told them, while heaping an endless amount of food on his plate. "There was something I didn't like about her," Frodo added. "Of course! She's a heartless windbag!" Ron informed them. They laughed and ate their dinner, forgetting about Umbridge. After dinner, they headed up to Gryffindor Tower, gave the password to the portrait of the fat lady, ("Mimbulus mimbletonia"), and climbed into the Common Room. They sat back in the seats around the fire, and took out the homework they needed to complete. Frodo and the others needed a LOT of help from Hermione, while Fred and George, the Weasley twins, started a commotion on the other side of the Common Room. "Skiving Snackboxes, only two Sickles each! Here's a Nosebleed Nougat!" one of them said, while the other ate a small bit of something. Instantly, he started to get a nosebleed, while the crowd "oohed." He ate the other half of the thing he had eaten, and any trace of a nosebleed was gone. The crowd cheered as the twins posed. "Wow! That was something!" Merry stated. "Who are those chaps?" "My brothers, Fred and George Weasley," Ron informed them. "They say they're going to open a joke shop once they're out of Hogwarts. It's their final year here, so, they started inventing all of these hilarious things that aren't that bad, to tell you the truth." Hermione shot him a look. "Ron! We're Prefects! How could you say that? They were testing it on students!" "Yeah, but you gotta admit Hermione, it's bloody brilliant." Hermione just "humph!"-ed and went back to her work. After a while, Merry and Pippin decided to go over and talk to Fred and George, who talked late into the night, sharing jokes and the occasional burst of laughter. Soon, Harry, Ron, and Hermione said that they were going to bed. Frodo and Sam, shortly followed by Merry and Pippin, climbed up to their dormitory to get ready for bed. "Today was fun!" Pippin exclaimed as he jumped onto his four-poster bed. "Yes, but it was tiring, though!" Sam said as he rested his head on a pillow. Frodo, already in bed, smiled. He wondered what Gandalf would say if he was here to see this- but no. Gandalf was gone. At least now, in the future, there were wizards who would carry on the legacy. And with that, Frodo fell into a deep sleep.
A/N: Oh, jeez! Phew! THAT was a LONG chapter! One of the longest in this story, I bet! Anyways, that was only Day 1, with only half of the classes. Oh boy. If you can, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!!! I will be thrilled. Thank you!