*** Disclaimer..I don't own any J.K Rowling characters
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Harry blinked.and blinked .blinked again, then shook his head in confusion.
"Wait, so you're saying that..what were you saying?"
With a deep and tiring sigh, Bienes began to explain again.
"Ok, the prophecy said that one of you will die, and so far, everything the prophecy has said has came true. You have been chosen, an elf has become your protector, and now, we find out there's also another who is also chosen by the star. Everything is good except one has to die.and Harry, we rather not tell you who it is."
Harry suddenly jumped out of his seat, and his face became demanding.
"You know who it will be?" His eyes seemed to glow slowly, especially when Emphis and Bienes hesitated to answer him. He walked right up to the two, and folded his arms to his chest, towering over the two, who were sitting.
"Excuse me, but I don't think you will mind me wanting to know if Meridel or me will die because I mean, it's not a big deal or anything, but IT IS KIND OF IMPORTANT!" As he shouted these words, both elves had closed their eyes out of fear, and the two were starting to get really uneasy.
"Wow, calm down Harry. We just found out ourselves from the King. He is the only one that knows the whole prophecy, and he told us only to tell you this much, that we are not to mention whom the person is no matter what. The only reason we are here is for you to know that you're supposed to go find the other chosen one."
Harry's temper was starting to rise, and any idiot could tell because a glowing red color started to outline Harry's body, and the temperature in the room suddenly began to rise in amazing speed.
"Bienes, are you trying to tell me that all I'm suppose to do is just sit her, knowing that one of us is going to die, and go about my life as normal, finding the other person of the prophecy?"
Beads of sweat were pouring down Bienes' face.
"We ..Well I ..I mean I s-suppose if you put it that way."
And the last of Harry's self control snapped.
" I WILL NOT DO SUCH THING! IF YOU WANT ME TO FIND WHO THE OTHER PERSON IS, I WILL! BUT I WILL NOT LET ANYONE DIE JUST BECAUSE OF A STUPID DUMB PROPHECY WHICH WAS PROBALY MADE BY A VERY, VERY INEXPERIENCED ELF!" Walls shook, windows shattered, and the fire blasted all around, and cooled to ash as Harry stop to take some air.
"Well actually, it was made by one of our most respected seers and none of the prophecies made by her has ever been wrong." But the moment the last word came out of his mouth, Emphis regretted it. And he shrunk down immediately, for Harry looked like he was going to blow the poor elf up.
But instead, he stomped out of the common room, waving his arms with unnecessary force to make the door open, then walked out with another wave of his arm, making the door slam shut behind him with a ear-splitting, thunderous BOOM!
Only when the picture frames and lamps fell from the wall, and the few windows that weren't broken shattered like the others, and dust stopped falling from the ceilings were Emphis and Bienes able to talk again.
Emphis stood up, dusted himself up, took a long look around at what used to be the common room, and let out a low whistle.
"Well ..that didn't go so bad, did it?" Only response he got from Bienes was a stare of shock.
OH BOY! OH BOY! OH BOY! OH BOY! OH BOY! OH BOY! OH BOY! OH BOY!
Meridel was calmly walking down the corridors toward the teacher's lounge. She had a list of a few students who she wanted to use for the evening classes she was teaching with Harry. So far she only had 5 people. She has been watching all the students doing class, the way they behaved, talked. She chose people that she thought had determination, strength, power, and brains. All she had to do now was hand her list of names to Professor McGonagall.
As a habit, whenever she walked, she always formed some kind of liquid shape in the palm of her hand. Right now, she had a beautiful mermaid formed out of clear blue water. The mermaid was brushing her hair, while humming a tune that only it could hear. As she turned the corner, her eyes not paying attention, she ran straight into somebody, and a loud THUMP was heard, then a howl of pain.
Meridel looked up immediately, the mermaid disappearing. Her blue eyes looked curiously and worryingly at the man standing in front of her. He had apparently been moving into the castle because he had few books that he had been trying to carry, and a large over sized looking trunk, in which he had probably be levitating in front of him. But unfortunately, the shock of bumping into someone had made him lose his concentration on the trunk; therefore it fell straight down on the man's toes.
"I'm so sorry, oh I didn't see you, it's all my fault!" Meridel cried.
The man was holding his feet, and was trying to hold back his pain without any success.
"No..it's r-really o-kay," Tears were forming in his eyes. "It d-didn't h- hurt at all ..not at all!" He let out a nervous and painful laugh.
"I'm really sorry! Here, hold still for a moment, I can heal it." Calmly, she kneeled down and placed her soft hand above the man's shoes. She closed her eyes, and murmured a few chosen words. The man's eyes grew to the size of grapefruits as he saw a deep blue light swallow his foot, and his mouth parted open more as he felt the pain in his foot removed.
A few seconds later, Meridel, satisfied with her work, stood up. "There, now it should be better than new. I'm so terribly sorry, I really should have paid more attention. My name is Meridel." As she extended a hand out to the man, she also got a chance to look at his appearances closely.
The man had brown hair, with a generous helping of gray, with brown eyes, and he looked a little pale, and definitely too skinny. His robes showed their age by the few patchworks near the ends, where tears and stains were visible. But all of a sudden, he smiled, and Meridel felt that she could trust this man with all her life. She didn't know why, but to her it was as though the smile had some magical power.
The man extended a hand, bonny and pale. "My name is Remus Lupin. How did you do that? ..wait ..GOOD MERLIN! You're an elf!"
Meridel laughed. "Would you look at that! I /am/ an elf!!"
"But what are you, an elf, doing here in Hogwarts!?" Lupin had totally forgot his books and his trunk now.
"Well, Mister Lupin, I would gladly tell you, but it might take a while. Why don't I help you carry your luggage back to your room, and we talk on the way?"
"Excellent. Just let me get my wand out.." Lupin never got to finish his sentence because Meridel had simply whispered a few words under her breath, and everything was stacked neatly in the air, hovering behind her.
"I suppose that works too .." And with a sheepish grin, Lupin followed the pretty blonde elf down to his new rooms.
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*Dungeons.*
" WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? I SAID ADD A DROP!!! NOT A CUP!"
As usual Snape was in an /excellent/ mood, ready to torment the poor students. He was screaming at Lisa, a redhead from Ravenclaw. Her whole body, even her eyes were shaking with terror, and swirls of liquid were forming a pool in her eyes.
Ginny felt so sorry for her. She didn't know Lisa well enough to call her a friend, but she knew that Lisa was the sweetest girl she had ever known. She was very shy, and many times reminded Ginny of a quite Hermione. She was really skinny, and probably the shortest in the class, but her rosy cheeks and shimmering black hair made her very likable to everybody.everybody except Snape.
/Poor Lisa ..How I wish I could smack that ugly git. Thinking he's all that, I bet there's plenty of people out there who's better then him!/
She was imagining #89 on her "List for Revenge to the Evil Potions Master" in her head when she made the tiny mistake of adding 3 teaspoons of dried Pixy poop instead of 2.
Who knew that this little mistake made the cauldron Ginny was using shake furiously? Who knew that the Emetic potion could be highly explosive when not made right? Who knew that Snape was going to be walking in front of Ginny's desk when the cauldron exploded? And who knew that he had just opened his mouth to yell at Ginny and that the blown up liquid went into his mouth? And who could have possible known that Snape got such a mouthful of the emetic potion that it actually went down his stomach?
Well ..no one could have known, but it did happen. Ginny did the exact same thing the rest of the class was doing. Stand there in utter horror as they watched their teacher throw up his lunch and breakfast and the dinner from the night before, and many other unidentified elements.
/Oh my gracious Merlin help me ..what have I done! /
The more stuff came out of Snape's mouth and the more gagging and choking sound the guy made, the paler Ginny became.
"It was a honor to have known you Ginny ..you Weasleys are just crazy .." It was the boy sitting next to her. Randle, a brown haired boy, was looking at her as though that would be the last time he would ever see her alive. And the worst thing was that it was probably true.
/Snape's going to eat me alive .../
But instantly, the elf that had been sitting in the back of the room ran toward the center of the room, where the student's had crowded around to and formed a circle.
"Move! Move aside!" Ginny watched as the tall elf rush past her and examine the ..ergh ..SITUATION.
"I added one teaspoon too much Pixy poop and I .." But the elf cut her off. And in a deep soft voice he spoke for the first time since they saw him.
"I don't need your explanation. I know what went wrong. We have to get him help or he will eventually start throwing his intestines out." The whole class watched him as he silently bowed his head down, and closed his eyes. For a few seconds, they thought he was thinking of a solution for the problem, and when he snapped his head up suddenly and flashed his eyes open, they all expected him to start taking action.
Instead, he simply stood there, with his arms folded across his chest, examine the, well dare I say it? The POOR and HELPLESS potion master.
Suddenly though, without warning, a small ring of fire appeared on the floor near where the elf was standing. A wave of "WOWs" and "What is that?" swept across the room. The fire grew and grew, until it had created a wall of waving fire that almost reached the ceiling of the classroom. But just as soon as it appeared, it was gone, and in the center of where the ring would have been, stood another elf.
/Wait.He's not an elf! He's the human from this morning!/
Ginny stared wide-eyed and in awe just like the rest of the class as the handsome blonde took a looked at Snap. In Ginny's opinion, the boy didn't look very happy; instead, she felt sure that he looked like he was about to blow something up.
With an annoyed and an angry look, he walked over to Snap and waved his hand. The mess on the floor was gone, and the smell of stomach acid disappeared. Then he stood and with his right palm out, and walked over to Snape, who was kneeling on the floor holding his stomach, and began to mumble some words that no one could hear. Instantly a red bubble appeared floating in mid-air. The bubble seemed to be all air, and was only the size of a golf-ball.
"Open your mouth." The boy commanded. Maybe it was the way he sounded so demanding, or maybe he had such a superior look on him, but Snape didn't even question him (not that he could anyways, his stomach would be barfed out) and obeyed obediently, which the potion master usually never did.
The moment Snape swallowed that blue object, he seemed to calm down, and he loosened his grip on his stomach. Instead, his eyes began to slowly close, and a few minutes later, he fell on the floor.
The blonde boy took a look at the body, and seeming as though he was satisfied with his work, he finally spoke.
"Take him to the Hospital Wing." The other elf nodded.
"Is he asleep?"
"He will wake up tomorrow morning and will probably be in very nasty mood. I can watch the class until you get back." After putting the Professor on a stretcher that he had conjured, the elf walked out. The room fell silent, and not a student moved.
Harry turned around saw all eyes on him. That made him more annoyed. He wasn't in the mood for people to stare at him. It made him mad. In fact, the only thing he wanted to do right now was go straight back to Gloriden and have a nice long chat with King Androld. Yup. A long and a very, very pleasant talk. But for now, he had to get this crazy class organized.
"Which of yours potion did Professor Snape drink?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, scanning at each of the faces.
"It was mine." Harry turned to the direction of the voice, and faced Ginny Weasley. And boy was he surprised. He hadn't noticed her at first in the rows but now that he saw her, he didn't know how he missed.
Her hair was defiantly amazing. It looked like rivers of red gem, shining and gleaming. And her rosy complexion matched so well with her cream face. And though her looks might not have been as stunning as Meridel's, Harry decided that Ginny certainly did become very pretty. Pretty indeed. But of course, he fell back down to earth again, and put on his serious face.
"Why weren't you more careful? You should have paid more attention." Though he was not yelling, any fool who can hear could tell that he was speaking very coldly, and they could all tell that Ginny was dead as a rabbit.
But the girl wasn't scared at all. And if she was, she was doing a incredible job of hiding it. Instead, she seem to stand taller, and she answered back in the same high and determined voice that Harry used. And it caught Harry off guard.
/This girl has really changed.and there was something else that's different about her .but what is it? I can't seem to place my finger on it./
"Do you think it is fair for you to blame this completely on me? How was I suppose to know that it could have exploded? Much less in Professor Snape's mouth!"
"It does not matter what is fair. It was your potion. You were not paying attention. And your lack of concentration has wasted your classmates so far 15 minutes of important study time. Therefore, I assign you to right a 3 yard parchment on the History of Pixy poop and what it is used for and so on. Then right a 2-yard essay on why you made the emetic potion exploded. And stop staring at me like that." Every time Harry said a word, the already shocked expression on Ginny's face grew worse. And now, she was using all of the self-control she possessed to stop herself from frying this guy.
/Just count to 10.come on breath ..don't let him know your powers ..breath ../
In the end, she still couldn't trust herself to speak, and the only response for Harry was a very obvious forced smile.
" I suggest the rest of you start working. Ceris is already on his way back. Oh and Miss Weasley, I will be looking for you tomorrow to take up the assignment." Harry almost cracked up laughing at the shocked face of Ginny.
"TOMORROW?!"
"Miss. Weasley, do not yell at me. And YES tomorrow. Now good bye." And he was gone. The same way he came in to the room, a ring of fire. But there was another place on fire in that room. Ginny was so mad she felt her blood bubbling. She didn't noticed that her fist was clenched in a very tight ball. Nor did she notice that several of the glass potion bottles surrounding her had cracked.
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Harry blinked.and blinked .blinked again, then shook his head in confusion.
"Wait, so you're saying that..what were you saying?"
With a deep and tiring sigh, Bienes began to explain again.
"Ok, the prophecy said that one of you will die, and so far, everything the prophecy has said has came true. You have been chosen, an elf has become your protector, and now, we find out there's also another who is also chosen by the star. Everything is good except one has to die.and Harry, we rather not tell you who it is."
Harry suddenly jumped out of his seat, and his face became demanding.
"You know who it will be?" His eyes seemed to glow slowly, especially when Emphis and Bienes hesitated to answer him. He walked right up to the two, and folded his arms to his chest, towering over the two, who were sitting.
"Excuse me, but I don't think you will mind me wanting to know if Meridel or me will die because I mean, it's not a big deal or anything, but IT IS KIND OF IMPORTANT!" As he shouted these words, both elves had closed their eyes out of fear, and the two were starting to get really uneasy.
"Wow, calm down Harry. We just found out ourselves from the King. He is the only one that knows the whole prophecy, and he told us only to tell you this much, that we are not to mention whom the person is no matter what. The only reason we are here is for you to know that you're supposed to go find the other chosen one."
Harry's temper was starting to rise, and any idiot could tell because a glowing red color started to outline Harry's body, and the temperature in the room suddenly began to rise in amazing speed.
"Bienes, are you trying to tell me that all I'm suppose to do is just sit her, knowing that one of us is going to die, and go about my life as normal, finding the other person of the prophecy?"
Beads of sweat were pouring down Bienes' face.
"We ..Well I ..I mean I s-suppose if you put it that way."
And the last of Harry's self control snapped.
" I WILL NOT DO SUCH THING! IF YOU WANT ME TO FIND WHO THE OTHER PERSON IS, I WILL! BUT I WILL NOT LET ANYONE DIE JUST BECAUSE OF A STUPID DUMB PROPHECY WHICH WAS PROBALY MADE BY A VERY, VERY INEXPERIENCED ELF!" Walls shook, windows shattered, and the fire blasted all around, and cooled to ash as Harry stop to take some air.
"Well actually, it was made by one of our most respected seers and none of the prophecies made by her has ever been wrong." But the moment the last word came out of his mouth, Emphis regretted it. And he shrunk down immediately, for Harry looked like he was going to blow the poor elf up.
But instead, he stomped out of the common room, waving his arms with unnecessary force to make the door open, then walked out with another wave of his arm, making the door slam shut behind him with a ear-splitting, thunderous BOOM!
Only when the picture frames and lamps fell from the wall, and the few windows that weren't broken shattered like the others, and dust stopped falling from the ceilings were Emphis and Bienes able to talk again.
Emphis stood up, dusted himself up, took a long look around at what used to be the common room, and let out a low whistle.
"Well ..that didn't go so bad, did it?" Only response he got from Bienes was a stare of shock.
OH BOY! OH BOY! OH BOY! OH BOY! OH BOY! OH BOY! OH BOY! OH BOY!
Meridel was calmly walking down the corridors toward the teacher's lounge. She had a list of a few students who she wanted to use for the evening classes she was teaching with Harry. So far she only had 5 people. She has been watching all the students doing class, the way they behaved, talked. She chose people that she thought had determination, strength, power, and brains. All she had to do now was hand her list of names to Professor McGonagall.
As a habit, whenever she walked, she always formed some kind of liquid shape in the palm of her hand. Right now, she had a beautiful mermaid formed out of clear blue water. The mermaid was brushing her hair, while humming a tune that only it could hear. As she turned the corner, her eyes not paying attention, she ran straight into somebody, and a loud THUMP was heard, then a howl of pain.
Meridel looked up immediately, the mermaid disappearing. Her blue eyes looked curiously and worryingly at the man standing in front of her. He had apparently been moving into the castle because he had few books that he had been trying to carry, and a large over sized looking trunk, in which he had probably be levitating in front of him. But unfortunately, the shock of bumping into someone had made him lose his concentration on the trunk; therefore it fell straight down on the man's toes.
"I'm so sorry, oh I didn't see you, it's all my fault!" Meridel cried.
The man was holding his feet, and was trying to hold back his pain without any success.
"No..it's r-really o-kay," Tears were forming in his eyes. "It d-didn't h- hurt at all ..not at all!" He let out a nervous and painful laugh.
"I'm really sorry! Here, hold still for a moment, I can heal it." Calmly, she kneeled down and placed her soft hand above the man's shoes. She closed her eyes, and murmured a few chosen words. The man's eyes grew to the size of grapefruits as he saw a deep blue light swallow his foot, and his mouth parted open more as he felt the pain in his foot removed.
A few seconds later, Meridel, satisfied with her work, stood up. "There, now it should be better than new. I'm so terribly sorry, I really should have paid more attention. My name is Meridel." As she extended a hand out to the man, she also got a chance to look at his appearances closely.
The man had brown hair, with a generous helping of gray, with brown eyes, and he looked a little pale, and definitely too skinny. His robes showed their age by the few patchworks near the ends, where tears and stains were visible. But all of a sudden, he smiled, and Meridel felt that she could trust this man with all her life. She didn't know why, but to her it was as though the smile had some magical power.
The man extended a hand, bonny and pale. "My name is Remus Lupin. How did you do that? ..wait ..GOOD MERLIN! You're an elf!"
Meridel laughed. "Would you look at that! I /am/ an elf!!"
"But what are you, an elf, doing here in Hogwarts!?" Lupin had totally forgot his books and his trunk now.
"Well, Mister Lupin, I would gladly tell you, but it might take a while. Why don't I help you carry your luggage back to your room, and we talk on the way?"
"Excellent. Just let me get my wand out.." Lupin never got to finish his sentence because Meridel had simply whispered a few words under her breath, and everything was stacked neatly in the air, hovering behind her.
"I suppose that works too .." And with a sheepish grin, Lupin followed the pretty blonde elf down to his new rooms.
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*Dungeons.*
" WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? I SAID ADD A DROP!!! NOT A CUP!"
As usual Snape was in an /excellent/ mood, ready to torment the poor students. He was screaming at Lisa, a redhead from Ravenclaw. Her whole body, even her eyes were shaking with terror, and swirls of liquid were forming a pool in her eyes.
Ginny felt so sorry for her. She didn't know Lisa well enough to call her a friend, but she knew that Lisa was the sweetest girl she had ever known. She was very shy, and many times reminded Ginny of a quite Hermione. She was really skinny, and probably the shortest in the class, but her rosy cheeks and shimmering black hair made her very likable to everybody.everybody except Snape.
/Poor Lisa ..How I wish I could smack that ugly git. Thinking he's all that, I bet there's plenty of people out there who's better then him!/
She was imagining #89 on her "List for Revenge to the Evil Potions Master" in her head when she made the tiny mistake of adding 3 teaspoons of dried Pixy poop instead of 2.
Who knew that this little mistake made the cauldron Ginny was using shake furiously? Who knew that the Emetic potion could be highly explosive when not made right? Who knew that Snape was going to be walking in front of Ginny's desk when the cauldron exploded? And who knew that he had just opened his mouth to yell at Ginny and that the blown up liquid went into his mouth? And who could have possible known that Snape got such a mouthful of the emetic potion that it actually went down his stomach?
Well ..no one could have known, but it did happen. Ginny did the exact same thing the rest of the class was doing. Stand there in utter horror as they watched their teacher throw up his lunch and breakfast and the dinner from the night before, and many other unidentified elements.
/Oh my gracious Merlin help me ..what have I done! /
The more stuff came out of Snape's mouth and the more gagging and choking sound the guy made, the paler Ginny became.
"It was a honor to have known you Ginny ..you Weasleys are just crazy .." It was the boy sitting next to her. Randle, a brown haired boy, was looking at her as though that would be the last time he would ever see her alive. And the worst thing was that it was probably true.
/Snape's going to eat me alive .../
But instantly, the elf that had been sitting in the back of the room ran toward the center of the room, where the student's had crowded around to and formed a circle.
"Move! Move aside!" Ginny watched as the tall elf rush past her and examine the ..ergh ..SITUATION.
"I added one teaspoon too much Pixy poop and I .." But the elf cut her off. And in a deep soft voice he spoke for the first time since they saw him.
"I don't need your explanation. I know what went wrong. We have to get him help or he will eventually start throwing his intestines out." The whole class watched him as he silently bowed his head down, and closed his eyes. For a few seconds, they thought he was thinking of a solution for the problem, and when he snapped his head up suddenly and flashed his eyes open, they all expected him to start taking action.
Instead, he simply stood there, with his arms folded across his chest, examine the, well dare I say it? The POOR and HELPLESS potion master.
Suddenly though, without warning, a small ring of fire appeared on the floor near where the elf was standing. A wave of "WOWs" and "What is that?" swept across the room. The fire grew and grew, until it had created a wall of waving fire that almost reached the ceiling of the classroom. But just as soon as it appeared, it was gone, and in the center of where the ring would have been, stood another elf.
/Wait.He's not an elf! He's the human from this morning!/
Ginny stared wide-eyed and in awe just like the rest of the class as the handsome blonde took a looked at Snap. In Ginny's opinion, the boy didn't look very happy; instead, she felt sure that he looked like he was about to blow something up.
With an annoyed and an angry look, he walked over to Snap and waved his hand. The mess on the floor was gone, and the smell of stomach acid disappeared. Then he stood and with his right palm out, and walked over to Snape, who was kneeling on the floor holding his stomach, and began to mumble some words that no one could hear. Instantly a red bubble appeared floating in mid-air. The bubble seemed to be all air, and was only the size of a golf-ball.
"Open your mouth." The boy commanded. Maybe it was the way he sounded so demanding, or maybe he had such a superior look on him, but Snape didn't even question him (not that he could anyways, his stomach would be barfed out) and obeyed obediently, which the potion master usually never did.
The moment Snape swallowed that blue object, he seemed to calm down, and he loosened his grip on his stomach. Instead, his eyes began to slowly close, and a few minutes later, he fell on the floor.
The blonde boy took a look at the body, and seeming as though he was satisfied with his work, he finally spoke.
"Take him to the Hospital Wing." The other elf nodded.
"Is he asleep?"
"He will wake up tomorrow morning and will probably be in very nasty mood. I can watch the class until you get back." After putting the Professor on a stretcher that he had conjured, the elf walked out. The room fell silent, and not a student moved.
Harry turned around saw all eyes on him. That made him more annoyed. He wasn't in the mood for people to stare at him. It made him mad. In fact, the only thing he wanted to do right now was go straight back to Gloriden and have a nice long chat with King Androld. Yup. A long and a very, very pleasant talk. But for now, he had to get this crazy class organized.
"Which of yours potion did Professor Snape drink?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, scanning at each of the faces.
"It was mine." Harry turned to the direction of the voice, and faced Ginny Weasley. And boy was he surprised. He hadn't noticed her at first in the rows but now that he saw her, he didn't know how he missed.
Her hair was defiantly amazing. It looked like rivers of red gem, shining and gleaming. And her rosy complexion matched so well with her cream face. And though her looks might not have been as stunning as Meridel's, Harry decided that Ginny certainly did become very pretty. Pretty indeed. But of course, he fell back down to earth again, and put on his serious face.
"Why weren't you more careful? You should have paid more attention." Though he was not yelling, any fool who can hear could tell that he was speaking very coldly, and they could all tell that Ginny was dead as a rabbit.
But the girl wasn't scared at all. And if she was, she was doing a incredible job of hiding it. Instead, she seem to stand taller, and she answered back in the same high and determined voice that Harry used. And it caught Harry off guard.
/This girl has really changed.and there was something else that's different about her .but what is it? I can't seem to place my finger on it./
"Do you think it is fair for you to blame this completely on me? How was I suppose to know that it could have exploded? Much less in Professor Snape's mouth!"
"It does not matter what is fair. It was your potion. You were not paying attention. And your lack of concentration has wasted your classmates so far 15 minutes of important study time. Therefore, I assign you to right a 3 yard parchment on the History of Pixy poop and what it is used for and so on. Then right a 2-yard essay on why you made the emetic potion exploded. And stop staring at me like that." Every time Harry said a word, the already shocked expression on Ginny's face grew worse. And now, she was using all of the self-control she possessed to stop herself from frying this guy.
/Just count to 10.come on breath ..don't let him know your powers ..breath ../
In the end, she still couldn't trust herself to speak, and the only response for Harry was a very obvious forced smile.
" I suggest the rest of you start working. Ceris is already on his way back. Oh and Miss Weasley, I will be looking for you tomorrow to take up the assignment." Harry almost cracked up laughing at the shocked face of Ginny.
"TOMORROW?!"
"Miss. Weasley, do not yell at me. And YES tomorrow. Now good bye." And he was gone. The same way he came in to the room, a ring of fire. But there was another place on fire in that room. Ginny was so mad she felt her blood bubbling. She didn't noticed that her fist was clenched in a very tight ball. Nor did she notice that several of the glass potion bottles surrounding her had cracked.
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I know I know. Your asking "I thought you quite y did u come bak?". Well first of all I'm hoping that you guys will be happy to get your story again. But the reason I decided I can still write HP is because of a article that my-pen-name send me. He/she saved my writing!! YAY! So if ur reading this my - pen - name.thanx! You and some other close friends and review ppl help me kinda understand whats really wrong and what's ok.
One more thing. I don't like to wait for story to update. And I feel the pain of the readers because I read some of the story's my self. So I decided that I would at least update every week and if not, close to every two weeks.
So CHECK FOR REVIEWS OFTEN!!!!
With lot's of carrots,
Funny Bunny