A/N- I'm such a bad person. I deserve to die. I haven't written anything in
over 6 months. After I write this next chapter, I'm going to gauge my eyes
out with a spork, if it makes anybody feel any better.
Also, I haven't read the 5th book yet, so if any of this stuff contradicts itself, oh well. While I came up with the plot of this story, the 5th book wasn't out yet. And now that it is, I'm trying to read it but it's so long.870 pages. JK Rowling lost her mind. Anyway, let me stop talking and start telling the rest of the story.
~*~*~*~*~ Chapter 6 "The Parcel"
Time flied too fast. Faster than Harry would have liked. He remembers going to the Burrow like it was yesterday, and now he was racing through the barrier that separated Platform 9 and 10 in order to reach Platform ¾.
He was the first one to go through the barrier.
When he reached the other side, he carried his luggage up to a man who was standing next to the crimson red train.
He handed the man most of his luggage, except for the parcel, which he wanted to open on the train.
Eventually, Ron raced through the barrier, followed by an extremely nervous Ginny and a grinning Hermione.
The three followed Harry's example and handed their luggage to the same man. Once the finished, they stepped one by one onto the train and searched every compartment for an empty one. They eventually stumbled upon one that was completely empty, and took their seats.
"I can't believe we're already 6th years," Harry announced and he sat in his seat, placing his still-wrapped parcel beside himself. Ron and Hermione sat across from him, while Ginny sat next to the parcel.
"Easy for you to say," remarked Ginny. "I'm still in 5th. That means I have O.W.L.s."
"Why are you here?" asked Ron, coldly. "Would you mind sitting in another compartment? We have important things we have to do."
Ginny looked at him, hurt and shocked by his statement. "Fine." She got up and walked out.
"That was a little rude," stated Hermione.
"Well, nobody knows her like I do. You got to be tough with her. You have to lay down the line. You have to."
"Be a git?" Hermione finished.
Harry looked out the window while his two friends argued. He saw the train slowly drift out of the station; the train had already started.
He turned his attention to the parcel. It looked just as it did eat day he had picked it up, except for a little wear and tear around the corners. He picked it up, only to place it on his lap.
Hermione stopped arguing and watched Harry as he observed the parcel. Ron stopped as well.
"Maybe now's a good time to open it," suggested Hermione. Ron furiously nodded his head in agreement. The suspense was killing him.
Harry took a deep breath and began to slowly rip the brown paper off of it. When he had finished, he noticed the box. It wasn't a standard box you would use for mailing objects. It looked cryptic and seemed heavier than it was. It was leather bound and jewel-encrusted.
"Well, open it!" Ron demanded.
Harry placed both his hands on the sides of the box and opened it gingerly. He placed the lid besides him.
"Oh my," Hermione started, staring at the contains of the box.
Inside was a book and a few jars. The book was leather bound as well and had gold lettering, which read "1001 Things You Will Never Learn Because They Are Much Too Dangerous by Bea McCoy." It looked brand new. The jars, however, did not. The contents were filled with liquids of all sorts of colors. They looked strange, more like a gel rather than liquids. Each jar was labeled on the lid with scarlet ink.
"Oh, I've heard of this book," Ron said excitedly. "It's really rare. It can tell you anything you want to know. All you have to do is write the question inside."
"Then what does it tell you '1001' of?" Harry wondered.
Hermione answered, "It tells you about 300 different potions, 300 different spells, 300 different creatures, and 100 different plants. The one other question is whatever you ask it."
"That's why they're so good for homework. They can give you all the answers."
"But what are these?" Harry asked, motioning towards the jars.
"Look like pre-made potions," Hermione observed.
Harry picked up one of the jars filled with cerulean blue liquid and read the label aloud. "Transmogrification Potion."
"Oh!" Hermione snatched the jar out Harry's hands and examined it carefully, her eyes bulging. "I've heard of this. It's extremely difficult to make because the ingredients are so scarce."
"Yeah, but what does it do?" Ron asked, watching the jar.
"It works like a polyjuice potion, except it allows you to not only turn into animals, but it allows you to extend the amount of time you have until it wears of. Adding a blade of grass will make last an extra 20 minutes. Also, if you add a Chimera's hair, it will also you to have all of the memories of the person you're turning into," she explained as if it was second nature.
"Bloody hell," Ron muttered, staring in awe at the jar. "Who would send you all if this cool stuff?"
"Someone who wants Harry to break every rule imaginable," Hermione stated.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"' 1001 Things You Will Never Learn Because They Are Much Too Dangerous'?" she repeated. Ever wonder why you would never learn them? And worse, you could use the book for cheating."
The three soon began debating about who and why this package was sent to Harry. They were too distracted to notice Draco and the girl from Diagon Alley, Monica, standing in their compartment door, watching them. Eventually, Hermione turned her head and got a glimpse of the two in the doorway and stopped. Since she was the one Harry and Ron were arguing at, they stopped as well.
"Draco," Ron spat. "What are you doing here?"
"I was giving Monica a grand tour of the train," Draco responded coolly.
Monica was wearing a Hogwarts robe with the Slytherin stitching on one side. Her skin seemed paler then when he last saw her at Diagon Alley and assumed it must have bee the lighting.
"She doesn't go to out school," Ron stated.
"I transferred. I used to be home schooled. I was sorted over the summer, in case you care to know," she said, leering at Ron. She never seemed to smile.
"Is it possible to transfer this late in the term? I mean, you obviously can't be first year." Hermione was stopped mid sentence.
"Are you that dull?" Monica said, a look of disgust in her face. "I was home schooled, as in, I was taught at home. I know everything you do, so there's no need to assume that I'm only smart enough to be a first year."
Hermione looked at her, angry. "I wasn't assuming you were going to be a first year, I just said it was impossible for you to be one."
"Oh, well, leave it to the mud-blood to state the obvious," Draco broke it.
"Why don't you two just leave?" Ron suggested. He spoke with a bit of harshness in his voice. "That way we can get back to what we were doing."
"Well, it was nice to meet you," Monica said, with an air of sarcasm. Harry wondered if she was trying to be sarcastic or if this was just that way she spoke.
They walked out of the compartment, leaving a very angry Hermione and Ron behind. Harry, however, has heard the same argument so many time that he no longer cares.
"Can you believe her?" Hermione asked, assuming Harry and Ron would agree with her. "She's so rude."
"Technically, she didn't do anything. Besides, it was Draco who called you a mud-blood, not her," Harry said to her defense.
"Oh, come off it, Harry. She called Hermione dull. Hermione and dull are not two words that should be in the same sentence," Ron said.
"Well, she was only trying to defend herself. You can relate to that, can't you, Ron?"
Hermione looked at Harry, surprised. "Harry, why are you standing up for her? She's one of Draco's newest cronies. Besides, she's in Slytherin. That's a bad sign."
"She had no right calling Hermione dull," Ron said, obviously feeling offended by that exact insult. "She shouldn't be insulting people she doesn't know."
"Ok, fine. She's another evil Slytherin," Harry said. He just wanted to stop arguing with them because he knew they were right; he just didn't want to admit they were right.
The rest of the trip was spent examining the contents of the box. Occasionally, someone would point out something they considered interesting, but it was usually soon forgotten. As the train began to slow down, the three began packing all of the jars and the book and waited for the train to come to a complete halt.
The train eventually came to a complete stop and all of the students were herded out of train. One by one, the student began to fill the thestral- pulled carriages. Once the last carriage was filled up, the students made their way up the to Hogwarts.
A/N- I finished! Yay! I'm going to get to work on the next chapter right.now. Oh, and please review. If I get enough people to tell me this was completely horrible, I promise I'll stop. Plus, if you review, I'll give you a cookie.
Also, I haven't read the 5th book yet, so if any of this stuff contradicts itself, oh well. While I came up with the plot of this story, the 5th book wasn't out yet. And now that it is, I'm trying to read it but it's so long.870 pages. JK Rowling lost her mind. Anyway, let me stop talking and start telling the rest of the story.
~*~*~*~*~ Chapter 6 "The Parcel"
Time flied too fast. Faster than Harry would have liked. He remembers going to the Burrow like it was yesterday, and now he was racing through the barrier that separated Platform 9 and 10 in order to reach Platform ¾.
He was the first one to go through the barrier.
When he reached the other side, he carried his luggage up to a man who was standing next to the crimson red train.
He handed the man most of his luggage, except for the parcel, which he wanted to open on the train.
Eventually, Ron raced through the barrier, followed by an extremely nervous Ginny and a grinning Hermione.
The three followed Harry's example and handed their luggage to the same man. Once the finished, they stepped one by one onto the train and searched every compartment for an empty one. They eventually stumbled upon one that was completely empty, and took their seats.
"I can't believe we're already 6th years," Harry announced and he sat in his seat, placing his still-wrapped parcel beside himself. Ron and Hermione sat across from him, while Ginny sat next to the parcel.
"Easy for you to say," remarked Ginny. "I'm still in 5th. That means I have O.W.L.s."
"Why are you here?" asked Ron, coldly. "Would you mind sitting in another compartment? We have important things we have to do."
Ginny looked at him, hurt and shocked by his statement. "Fine." She got up and walked out.
"That was a little rude," stated Hermione.
"Well, nobody knows her like I do. You got to be tough with her. You have to lay down the line. You have to."
"Be a git?" Hermione finished.
Harry looked out the window while his two friends argued. He saw the train slowly drift out of the station; the train had already started.
He turned his attention to the parcel. It looked just as it did eat day he had picked it up, except for a little wear and tear around the corners. He picked it up, only to place it on his lap.
Hermione stopped arguing and watched Harry as he observed the parcel. Ron stopped as well.
"Maybe now's a good time to open it," suggested Hermione. Ron furiously nodded his head in agreement. The suspense was killing him.
Harry took a deep breath and began to slowly rip the brown paper off of it. When he had finished, he noticed the box. It wasn't a standard box you would use for mailing objects. It looked cryptic and seemed heavier than it was. It was leather bound and jewel-encrusted.
"Well, open it!" Ron demanded.
Harry placed both his hands on the sides of the box and opened it gingerly. He placed the lid besides him.
"Oh my," Hermione started, staring at the contains of the box.
Inside was a book and a few jars. The book was leather bound as well and had gold lettering, which read "1001 Things You Will Never Learn Because They Are Much Too Dangerous by Bea McCoy." It looked brand new. The jars, however, did not. The contents were filled with liquids of all sorts of colors. They looked strange, more like a gel rather than liquids. Each jar was labeled on the lid with scarlet ink.
"Oh, I've heard of this book," Ron said excitedly. "It's really rare. It can tell you anything you want to know. All you have to do is write the question inside."
"Then what does it tell you '1001' of?" Harry wondered.
Hermione answered, "It tells you about 300 different potions, 300 different spells, 300 different creatures, and 100 different plants. The one other question is whatever you ask it."
"That's why they're so good for homework. They can give you all the answers."
"But what are these?" Harry asked, motioning towards the jars.
"Look like pre-made potions," Hermione observed.
Harry picked up one of the jars filled with cerulean blue liquid and read the label aloud. "Transmogrification Potion."
"Oh!" Hermione snatched the jar out Harry's hands and examined it carefully, her eyes bulging. "I've heard of this. It's extremely difficult to make because the ingredients are so scarce."
"Yeah, but what does it do?" Ron asked, watching the jar.
"It works like a polyjuice potion, except it allows you to not only turn into animals, but it allows you to extend the amount of time you have until it wears of. Adding a blade of grass will make last an extra 20 minutes. Also, if you add a Chimera's hair, it will also you to have all of the memories of the person you're turning into," she explained as if it was second nature.
"Bloody hell," Ron muttered, staring in awe at the jar. "Who would send you all if this cool stuff?"
"Someone who wants Harry to break every rule imaginable," Hermione stated.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"' 1001 Things You Will Never Learn Because They Are Much Too Dangerous'?" she repeated. Ever wonder why you would never learn them? And worse, you could use the book for cheating."
The three soon began debating about who and why this package was sent to Harry. They were too distracted to notice Draco and the girl from Diagon Alley, Monica, standing in their compartment door, watching them. Eventually, Hermione turned her head and got a glimpse of the two in the doorway and stopped. Since she was the one Harry and Ron were arguing at, they stopped as well.
"Draco," Ron spat. "What are you doing here?"
"I was giving Monica a grand tour of the train," Draco responded coolly.
Monica was wearing a Hogwarts robe with the Slytherin stitching on one side. Her skin seemed paler then when he last saw her at Diagon Alley and assumed it must have bee the lighting.
"She doesn't go to out school," Ron stated.
"I transferred. I used to be home schooled. I was sorted over the summer, in case you care to know," she said, leering at Ron. She never seemed to smile.
"Is it possible to transfer this late in the term? I mean, you obviously can't be first year." Hermione was stopped mid sentence.
"Are you that dull?" Monica said, a look of disgust in her face. "I was home schooled, as in, I was taught at home. I know everything you do, so there's no need to assume that I'm only smart enough to be a first year."
Hermione looked at her, angry. "I wasn't assuming you were going to be a first year, I just said it was impossible for you to be one."
"Oh, well, leave it to the mud-blood to state the obvious," Draco broke it.
"Why don't you two just leave?" Ron suggested. He spoke with a bit of harshness in his voice. "That way we can get back to what we were doing."
"Well, it was nice to meet you," Monica said, with an air of sarcasm. Harry wondered if she was trying to be sarcastic or if this was just that way she spoke.
They walked out of the compartment, leaving a very angry Hermione and Ron behind. Harry, however, has heard the same argument so many time that he no longer cares.
"Can you believe her?" Hermione asked, assuming Harry and Ron would agree with her. "She's so rude."
"Technically, she didn't do anything. Besides, it was Draco who called you a mud-blood, not her," Harry said to her defense.
"Oh, come off it, Harry. She called Hermione dull. Hermione and dull are not two words that should be in the same sentence," Ron said.
"Well, she was only trying to defend herself. You can relate to that, can't you, Ron?"
Hermione looked at Harry, surprised. "Harry, why are you standing up for her? She's one of Draco's newest cronies. Besides, she's in Slytherin. That's a bad sign."
"She had no right calling Hermione dull," Ron said, obviously feeling offended by that exact insult. "She shouldn't be insulting people she doesn't know."
"Ok, fine. She's another evil Slytherin," Harry said. He just wanted to stop arguing with them because he knew they were right; he just didn't want to admit they were right.
The rest of the trip was spent examining the contents of the box. Occasionally, someone would point out something they considered interesting, but it was usually soon forgotten. As the train began to slow down, the three began packing all of the jars and the book and waited for the train to come to a complete halt.
The train eventually came to a complete stop and all of the students were herded out of train. One by one, the student began to fill the thestral- pulled carriages. Once the last carriage was filled up, the students made their way up the to Hogwarts.
A/N- I finished! Yay! I'm going to get to work on the next chapter right.now. Oh, and please review. If I get enough people to tell me this was completely horrible, I promise I'll stop. Plus, if you review, I'll give you a cookie.