Tnx 2 jenwaa1981 btw.
Well here's the next exciting, hilarious, thrilling installment of CRYSTAL ROSE POTTER AND THE PORTAL STONE...soz about the w8...
7.
Crystal-Rose ran down the corridor and had to leap up the stairs two at a time to avoid getting caught by an oncoming Snape. She thanked her lucky stars that it wasn't him who caught them in the common room. She kind of wished that she was in Ravenclaw.
'No wonder they win the House Cup every year,' she thought. It wasn't that Prof. Hexe was biased, just that they were lucky.
''Good evening!'' cried a cheery voice. She jumped out of her skin.
''Good evening Sir Nicolas,'' she replied when she realised it was only Nearly Headless Nick. She hurried up the stairs before she had any more close encounters.
****
Chelsea was silent. She was trying desperately to think of a way back home, which proved to be in vain. To her, it appeared that Prof. Hexe had as much a clue as she did.
''Follow me,'' the defence against the dark arts professor eventually muttered. Chelsea had no choice but to do so.
~
They weaved up the staircase, Chelsea behind, with no clue of where she was going.
''Where are we going?'' Chelsea asked timidly. She didn't get a reply. Chelsea thought she probably asked too quietly. She looked around her. A school like Hogwart's was very daunting for someone like her!
She had, of course, forgotton one thing. When Prof. Hexe got off the staircase and was gesturing her to follow her into a room. They heard a rumbling sound, Chelsea saw Prof. Hexe move further and further away from her. She looked down- the stairs were moving!
She was delivered to a room on the other side of Hogwart's.
'Oh my god,' she thought, 'how do I get back?' She decided she might as well explore the room she faced. Surprisingly the door opened easily, she walked in trying not to make a sound. The room was dark and damp, she could smell something that her nose did not like at all.
She screamed, seeing a towering shadow creep towards her. She cowered low as the thing walked deadly steps, tap tap tap, getting closer and closer...
''What are you doing here?'' an icy voice rang. She realised that it was Snape.
'Godamnit,' she thought, 'that was clever of me...'
''I asked you a question girl!'' She didn't know what to say. ''Not only are you out of bed, you are tresspassing in an area of school which Professor Dumbledore told the whole school was out of bounds. Name and house?'' She felt she had no choice but to answer as best as she could.
''C-Chelsea Matthews, sir.''
''House?''
'Oh shit what do I say now?' ''Do you know anything about a stone?''
''Don't change the subject girl! 50 points off whatever house you're in. If you don't tell me now I can find out very easily.''
''But...''
''Don't argue with me girl, or I'll make it 100 points!'' Chelsea looked up to him and her mouth spoke before her brain thought:
''Ok sir, good luck trying!'' Leaving the Potions master with his mouth hanging down, she walked off, hoping not to bump into him in a long time.
She came out to find the staircase had rearranged itself so now she could get to the other side. She ran across as fast as she could.
'Away from that Slytherin git,' she thought. She didn't know what to do now, she had no idea where Prof. Hexe was and she couldn't remember the password to Dumbledore's office. She didn't know where the Gryffindor dorms were so she couldn't find Crystal to help her. There was only one thing she could do. Stay where she was and hope Hexe finds her (and Snape doesn't).
****
Crystal-Rose lay in bed, thinking. Her thoughts spun around aimlessly in her head. In her head she was watching a movie of her life. Some bits she tried to cut out, but she couldn't.
Her first year at Hogwart's was brilliant in her opinion. She made all sorts of friends. The lessons weren't bad, excluding Potions and DADA. After a year the professor disappeared. Second year was good too. Apart from when You-Know-Who came back from the dead.
No one could explain how, why or what happened. Some say he wasn't actually dead. Some say a follower ressurected him. Crystal didn't know what to believe, except that he was back. She didn't have nightmares to the extent of her dad's, but she was still scared. She knew Voldermort couldn't kill her, she had found that out last year.
'By a total fluke though,' she thought, 'I was very close to dying though.' She had bravely jumped in front of Prof Hexe to save her from the killing curse, which-luckily-seemed to have no effect on Crystal.
****
The next day Chelsea went to school as normal. She said goodbye to her mum and the dog (Bernard) as normal.
'A normal day,' thought Chelsea, 'not as normal.' She swung her bag over her shoulder and went out of the door where Joey and Dave were waiting.
''Quick Chez, we're gunna miss the bus!'' Joey screeched. Chelsea wished she could use the stone, but obviously even she had to obey the law of under-age sorcery. So she, Joey and Dave legged it, hoping for the best.
They were just in time, although Dave had to jump on as it started moving. They showed their bus passes and sat down. Unfortunately they had to share the bus with Laura and Grace.
''Upstairs, quick!'' Dave hissed. But they had caught sight of them.
''Well, well, well, the Goth, the Slut and the Greek,'' Laura taunted.
''I'm from Cyprus and you know darn well I am!'' Dave snapped.
''Don't rise to their bait,'' Chelsea whispered.
''Shuttup Goth and don't spoil our fun!'' Grace exclaimed. Chelsea casually lifted up her middle finger, flicking it around to look accidently-on- purpose. Then the three of them ran upstairs, knowing that they could beat them more easily than when their leader wasn't around.
''Maybe we'll find that Imogene ain't here today,'' Joey grinned hopefully.
''Now that's just wishful thinking!'' Dave sighed.
''You never know, it might happen. Nothing's impossible,'' Chelsea added. She knew it was true.
The school day was actually quite good, despite the fact that in English they were paired up with some of the gang.
''Right, I want you in pairs,'' Mr Smith bellowed, ''Dave and Tracy, Chelsea and Amanda, Joey and Janie...'' Everyone groaned.
****
''Right, what have we got today?'' Brianna asked her friend.
''Um...oh lovely, History of Magic with the Slytherins...then Herbology with Ravenclaw...oh crap, potions! At least we have it with Hufflepuff and not Slytherin.'' Crystal-Rose rambled. ''Can't remember what's last. Hopefully DADA, seeing as we have such a rubbish timetable.''
''Hmm.'' They finished breakfast and went to History of Magic. As they predicted, it was so boring everyone fell asleep. Herbology wasn't so bad. As for Potions, Crystal-Rose and Brianna and the others were surprised to find it was actually very funny. After making an ordinary sleeping potion, Brianna had mucked hers up. She cringed as Snape said:
''Miss Branchley, your potion.'' She slowly handed it to him. He took a sip and suddenly his face lit up beyond all recognition.
''What a beautiful day it is.'' The class were startled. ''And I feel happy in fact...'' To the pupils' astonishment, and part horror, he stood on his desk and started singing: ''If you're happy and you know it...'' Crystal- Rose didn't know what to think.
After a while he stopped singing and said: ''Ah yes where were we? Oh yes, we were making a shrinking potion. Hmm, well seeing as I'm in such a good mood, you have 50 points each! No, no...make that a hundred! Wohoo!'' There was a knock at the door.
''Um Professor Snape I was wondering if you had any Wolfsbane...''
''Ah Philomena, my darling...'' the class was now in hysterics, which only got louder when he bent to kiss her hand.
''Severus, are you alright?'' she asked.
''Couldn't be better!'' She turned to the class and whispered:
''Alright, who's potion made him act like this?'' Brianna slowly put her hand up. ''I should've known. Now, do you remember how you made it? It could come in very useful...''
Well here's the next exciting, hilarious, thrilling installment of CRYSTAL ROSE POTTER AND THE PORTAL STONE...soz about the w8...
7.
Crystal-Rose ran down the corridor and had to leap up the stairs two at a time to avoid getting caught by an oncoming Snape. She thanked her lucky stars that it wasn't him who caught them in the common room. She kind of wished that she was in Ravenclaw.
'No wonder they win the House Cup every year,' she thought. It wasn't that Prof. Hexe was biased, just that they were lucky.
''Good evening!'' cried a cheery voice. She jumped out of her skin.
''Good evening Sir Nicolas,'' she replied when she realised it was only Nearly Headless Nick. She hurried up the stairs before she had any more close encounters.
****
Chelsea was silent. She was trying desperately to think of a way back home, which proved to be in vain. To her, it appeared that Prof. Hexe had as much a clue as she did.
''Follow me,'' the defence against the dark arts professor eventually muttered. Chelsea had no choice but to do so.
~
They weaved up the staircase, Chelsea behind, with no clue of where she was going.
''Where are we going?'' Chelsea asked timidly. She didn't get a reply. Chelsea thought she probably asked too quietly. She looked around her. A school like Hogwart's was very daunting for someone like her!
She had, of course, forgotton one thing. When Prof. Hexe got off the staircase and was gesturing her to follow her into a room. They heard a rumbling sound, Chelsea saw Prof. Hexe move further and further away from her. She looked down- the stairs were moving!
She was delivered to a room on the other side of Hogwart's.
'Oh my god,' she thought, 'how do I get back?' She decided she might as well explore the room she faced. Surprisingly the door opened easily, she walked in trying not to make a sound. The room was dark and damp, she could smell something that her nose did not like at all.
She screamed, seeing a towering shadow creep towards her. She cowered low as the thing walked deadly steps, tap tap tap, getting closer and closer...
''What are you doing here?'' an icy voice rang. She realised that it was Snape.
'Godamnit,' she thought, 'that was clever of me...'
''I asked you a question girl!'' She didn't know what to say. ''Not only are you out of bed, you are tresspassing in an area of school which Professor Dumbledore told the whole school was out of bounds. Name and house?'' She felt she had no choice but to answer as best as she could.
''C-Chelsea Matthews, sir.''
''House?''
'Oh shit what do I say now?' ''Do you know anything about a stone?''
''Don't change the subject girl! 50 points off whatever house you're in. If you don't tell me now I can find out very easily.''
''But...''
''Don't argue with me girl, or I'll make it 100 points!'' Chelsea looked up to him and her mouth spoke before her brain thought:
''Ok sir, good luck trying!'' Leaving the Potions master with his mouth hanging down, she walked off, hoping not to bump into him in a long time.
She came out to find the staircase had rearranged itself so now she could get to the other side. She ran across as fast as she could.
'Away from that Slytherin git,' she thought. She didn't know what to do now, she had no idea where Prof. Hexe was and she couldn't remember the password to Dumbledore's office. She didn't know where the Gryffindor dorms were so she couldn't find Crystal to help her. There was only one thing she could do. Stay where she was and hope Hexe finds her (and Snape doesn't).
****
Crystal-Rose lay in bed, thinking. Her thoughts spun around aimlessly in her head. In her head she was watching a movie of her life. Some bits she tried to cut out, but she couldn't.
Her first year at Hogwart's was brilliant in her opinion. She made all sorts of friends. The lessons weren't bad, excluding Potions and DADA. After a year the professor disappeared. Second year was good too. Apart from when You-Know-Who came back from the dead.
No one could explain how, why or what happened. Some say he wasn't actually dead. Some say a follower ressurected him. Crystal didn't know what to believe, except that he was back. She didn't have nightmares to the extent of her dad's, but she was still scared. She knew Voldermort couldn't kill her, she had found that out last year.
'By a total fluke though,' she thought, 'I was very close to dying though.' She had bravely jumped in front of Prof Hexe to save her from the killing curse, which-luckily-seemed to have no effect on Crystal.
****
The next day Chelsea went to school as normal. She said goodbye to her mum and the dog (Bernard) as normal.
'A normal day,' thought Chelsea, 'not as normal.' She swung her bag over her shoulder and went out of the door where Joey and Dave were waiting.
''Quick Chez, we're gunna miss the bus!'' Joey screeched. Chelsea wished she could use the stone, but obviously even she had to obey the law of under-age sorcery. So she, Joey and Dave legged it, hoping for the best.
They were just in time, although Dave had to jump on as it started moving. They showed their bus passes and sat down. Unfortunately they had to share the bus with Laura and Grace.
''Upstairs, quick!'' Dave hissed. But they had caught sight of them.
''Well, well, well, the Goth, the Slut and the Greek,'' Laura taunted.
''I'm from Cyprus and you know darn well I am!'' Dave snapped.
''Don't rise to their bait,'' Chelsea whispered.
''Shuttup Goth and don't spoil our fun!'' Grace exclaimed. Chelsea casually lifted up her middle finger, flicking it around to look accidently-on- purpose. Then the three of them ran upstairs, knowing that they could beat them more easily than when their leader wasn't around.
''Maybe we'll find that Imogene ain't here today,'' Joey grinned hopefully.
''Now that's just wishful thinking!'' Dave sighed.
''You never know, it might happen. Nothing's impossible,'' Chelsea added. She knew it was true.
The school day was actually quite good, despite the fact that in English they were paired up with some of the gang.
''Right, I want you in pairs,'' Mr Smith bellowed, ''Dave and Tracy, Chelsea and Amanda, Joey and Janie...'' Everyone groaned.
****
''Right, what have we got today?'' Brianna asked her friend.
''Um...oh lovely, History of Magic with the Slytherins...then Herbology with Ravenclaw...oh crap, potions! At least we have it with Hufflepuff and not Slytherin.'' Crystal-Rose rambled. ''Can't remember what's last. Hopefully DADA, seeing as we have such a rubbish timetable.''
''Hmm.'' They finished breakfast and went to History of Magic. As they predicted, it was so boring everyone fell asleep. Herbology wasn't so bad. As for Potions, Crystal-Rose and Brianna and the others were surprised to find it was actually very funny. After making an ordinary sleeping potion, Brianna had mucked hers up. She cringed as Snape said:
''Miss Branchley, your potion.'' She slowly handed it to him. He took a sip and suddenly his face lit up beyond all recognition.
''What a beautiful day it is.'' The class were startled. ''And I feel happy in fact...'' To the pupils' astonishment, and part horror, he stood on his desk and started singing: ''If you're happy and you know it...'' Crystal- Rose didn't know what to think.
After a while he stopped singing and said: ''Ah yes where were we? Oh yes, we were making a shrinking potion. Hmm, well seeing as I'm in such a good mood, you have 50 points each! No, no...make that a hundred! Wohoo!'' There was a knock at the door.
''Um Professor Snape I was wondering if you had any Wolfsbane...''
''Ah Philomena, my darling...'' the class was now in hysterics, which only got louder when he bent to kiss her hand.
''Severus, are you alright?'' she asked.
''Couldn't be better!'' She turned to the class and whispered:
''Alright, who's potion made him act like this?'' Brianna slowly put her hand up. ''I should've known. Now, do you remember how you made it? It could come in very useful...''