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"So," Professor Snape began, "My name is Professor Snape, not Snape, not Severus, NOT P.S., not, well, not anything else you can think of besides 'Professor Snape!' " he smirked as Draco, Harry, and Ron walked in late from their Quidditch practices, with notes from Professor McGonagall. "Thank you, now take your sea- Is that a cat on your table Miss Wathari?" He asked in pure astonishment.
"Um, yes Sir," she stated, a little dumbfounded at what the problem might be.
"At your old school, they may not have enforced this rule, but here, unless required by the class, no animals in the classrooms, please, escort the cat out!"
She nodded, "Sorry El, you gotta go." She whispered in its ear. He jumped down and rubbed against her leg then left the room as only a cat can.
Snape began again, impatiently, "Now, today is your first day of fifth year potions, and we are going to start this year off with a bang." he chuckled to himself, "so, with that, let's open our text books to page 3 and begin chapter one on fire-balls."
The class opened their books as Harry and Ron took their seats next to Neville Longbottom. He smiled weakly, as the new assignment on fire-balls was explained. "I'm dead," he mouthed.
Draco, on the other hand, did not sit at his usual spot next to Crabbe and Goyle. He took the empty seat next to Arelen instead. He smirked and turned to her, "Hi," he whispered.
"Hello," she whispered in return, not really paying to the random guy's conversation.
He scooted a little bit closer, "You do understand," he said with a sneer, "that you're sitting in my original spot? It wouldn't be a problem if I weren't so attached to the seat," he informed her in his lazy drawl, "I suggest you move," he advised.
At this Arelen turned to him, "It had not occurred to me that there had been assigned seating!" she stated a bit loudly.
"Miss Belegdil!" Snape snapped, "If you insist on talking, I suggest you do it in your head and with yourself. Please move to the desk next to Mr. Goyle here," he pointed. When she lagged, "NOW!" she moved quickly at this point, leaving Draco room to scoot over to his 'original' spot, which, of course, he did.
"Hey," Nukpana whispered.
"Hi," he was startled. He'd already had a beginning in his head but she'd beat him to the punch, "I noticed you at the Gryffindor table this morning, but not last night. Where were you?"
"I was late," she rolled her eyes, then hesitated when Snape turned around, then, "and got in around five, after the train had returned."
Draco smirked, "Oh. So, what's your name?" He asked as if it weren't an out of the way question.
"I'm Nukpana Wathari."
"That's a pretty name," he actually smiled while they both pretended to be watching Snape while speaking out of the sides of their mouths, "I'm -"
"Draco Malfoy, I already know." She cut him off. "Your name is strong."
"That popular, huh?" he challenged her mildly, while mocking polishing his nails on his shirt. She smiled and raised he hand answer the question, which Draco had apparently missed.
"It's Dragon Tongue, Sir," she answered, once called upon.
"That's right, now if you were to take Dragon Tongue and mix it with Snarl- Wart you would get what, Mr. Potter?" the class went on, but Draco wasn't listening, he was almost falling asleep, he'd already read this chapter, and his father had shown him how to make the Fire-Ball when he was somewhere around nine. The trick had been fun for a while, he'd then lost interest around age thirteen to begin noticing girls more, to his mother's dismay.
When it came time for the students to make their own fires, half the students ended up with singed faces, or, in Neville's case, mild explosions that only affected the person who created it. On Nukpana, Harry, and Draco's first try, though, they all had hovering balls of white, blue, or green fire in front of their faces. Nukpana was smiling at her white ball of flame, Draco was smirking at his green one, and Harry was unconvinced that he'd actually done something like this without Hermione's help.
After that class, Ron and Harry were headed towards the Gryffindor common room, when Ron stopped dead in his tracks, and Harry almost toppled right into him. Ron just pointed mouth agape. When Harry turned he couldn't believe his eyes, there was Hermione, hair back in a straitened ponytail, with eye shadow on, applying mascara and lipstick. Harry's mouth flew open and he tried to say something but all that came up was a sort of gurgling sound.
Ron was the first to snap back to reality, "Hermione, what in the world are you -" his words trailed off as the next most amazing thing in the history of amazing things, or possibly just a really weird thing, happened. Hermione closed the compact, capped the lipstick and mascara, put them in her purse, and turned to a short blonde, with brown eyes, who was wearing the Gryffindor colors. They held hands and he walked her out of the school's back doors, leading past the kitchen to somewhere near Hagrid's house.
"Well, that's enough sights to last me the day, Harry, I'm gonna go to my Transfiguration class, hopefully I won't end up with a tail again." Ron grimaced at the remembrance of his first try at turning himself into a rat.
"Yea, I'm going to go catch up with that Nukpana girl, I think I'm in her class next, and she seems really nice. Then, on the plus side, she happens to know Bonamy." he stopped talking as the girl of his prior night's dreams walked into view. The tall blonde turned her blue eyes on his green ones; she blushed and dropped the link as they got closer. "Hi," he encouraged her to say something with his mind 'Say something' he thought.
She must have heard his thought, for at that moment, "Hey, you're that Harry guy right? The one all my friends are talking about?"
"Uh, yea, that's probably me. What brings you near Gryffindor?" he asked, desperate for more then just a passing 'hi.'
"I was just speaking with Professor McGonagall, down the hall, about a few things I did wrong. Anyway, I'm going to be late to my next class, could you help me find it?"
"Sure, where and what is it?" he asked, thankful for the opening to do something good for her.
"Uh, Defense Against the Dark Arts. There's no teacher's name here, but it says in the observatory." Harry was crushed, the observatory wasn't far enough away to really get to know her.
"Oh, well, right this way," he mocked chivalry and extended an elbow.
"Sir, how kind of you," Bonamy linked her hand in his elbow and he took her up the staircase and around the curve, to the line that awaited to get in.
"Well, this is it," he gestured to the line.
"Thank you! I guess I'll see you at lunch then," with that she entered the line, and he waved good-bye.
Harry walked down the hall, thinking of Bonamy's lips, when he suddenly was over-come with pain. His bones were all cracking, but he wasn't even moving, his head started hurting in two pin points on either side, his ears started to take on a new shape and he broke out all over in fine hairs. 'Holy cow, what is happening!!' was the only thought going through his head. At the exact moment that Harry had started aching, without his knowledge, Arelen and Nukpana had walked into the corridor.
Elennar had sauntered in behind her, and just sat in the corner, neither scared, nor curious. Nukpana just watched mildly, and Arelen looked around nervously. Harry looked up with green beady eyes 'Oh man, how will I explain this to them if I can't even explain it to myself,' he wondered as he looked at his hands, 'I have hooves' his antlers hit the ground and he moved his eyes so that he could see the tip of them, 'I have antlers!!'
"O dear," voiced Nukpana, "I believe we have a problem with this."
She turned to Arelen for a decision, "Very much so," Arelen confirmed.
"What?! Don't just bloody stand there! Don't just talk about me! Help me!" Harry nearly yelled, but took a calm tone instead, or semi-calm at least.
"Is he mooing?" Arelen asked blankly
"Uh, I don't think so." Nukpana shrugged.
"Mooing, what the hell is wrong with you two?" He was beginning to worry again.
"Maybe we should show him?" Nukpana looked at Arelen
"Show me what?" Harry looked from one to the other.
"I'm not sure, but maybe we should just tell him how to get himself back to normal" Arelen looked at him pityingly.
"Normal? Oh dear, do you guys mean I could be stuck like this forever?" Harry squeeked.
"He's mooing again." Arelen tugged on Nukpana's robe.
"He's not mooing Elen. Harry, think 'HUMAN'"
"HINK HUMAN, HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO THINK HUMAN WHEN I'M A BLOODY ANIMAL?!" He yelled at them
All of a sudden, he had the aching feeling again. His bones were cracking back into their original position; the hair was thinning, and fading back into his skin. His nose was a nose again, not a snout, and his head stopped feeling heavy. His ears were his ears again, and he felt normal.
"Well, that was easy enough," Arelen said excitedly, "Aren't you lucky we were the ones who found you, instead of someone else?"
"Yea," Nukpana exclaimed, "Isn't this cool to finally meet someone like us?" she had turned to Arelen.
"HOLD ON," Harry was too aggravated, hurting, and just plain lost and feeling a bit sick to care what they wanted, had or thought, "What in the world, of muggles or magical, just happened? And I didn't really moo did I?"
"Yes," Arelen choked back laughter as Nukpana stated a, "No," at the same time.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," Arelen began again.
"We should have told you," Nukpana ended.
"We're animagi, and apparently so're you," Arelen informed him. "You're a stag. I think there are only three other wizards who've ever been a stag."
"That's right!" Nukpana gave him an awed look, "Hey, I think Arelen and I have something to show you," She looked at Arelen who nodded then turned towards the back doors Hermione had left through.
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"So," Professor Snape began, "My name is Professor Snape, not Snape, not Severus, NOT P.S., not, well, not anything else you can think of besides 'Professor Snape!' " he smirked as Draco, Harry, and Ron walked in late from their Quidditch practices, with notes from Professor McGonagall. "Thank you, now take your sea- Is that a cat on your table Miss Wathari?" He asked in pure astonishment.
"Um, yes Sir," she stated, a little dumbfounded at what the problem might be.
"At your old school, they may not have enforced this rule, but here, unless required by the class, no animals in the classrooms, please, escort the cat out!"
She nodded, "Sorry El, you gotta go." She whispered in its ear. He jumped down and rubbed against her leg then left the room as only a cat can.
Snape began again, impatiently, "Now, today is your first day of fifth year potions, and we are going to start this year off with a bang." he chuckled to himself, "so, with that, let's open our text books to page 3 and begin chapter one on fire-balls."
The class opened their books as Harry and Ron took their seats next to Neville Longbottom. He smiled weakly, as the new assignment on fire-balls was explained. "I'm dead," he mouthed.
Draco, on the other hand, did not sit at his usual spot next to Crabbe and Goyle. He took the empty seat next to Arelen instead. He smirked and turned to her, "Hi," he whispered.
"Hello," she whispered in return, not really paying to the random guy's conversation.
He scooted a little bit closer, "You do understand," he said with a sneer, "that you're sitting in my original spot? It wouldn't be a problem if I weren't so attached to the seat," he informed her in his lazy drawl, "I suggest you move," he advised.
At this Arelen turned to him, "It had not occurred to me that there had been assigned seating!" she stated a bit loudly.
"Miss Belegdil!" Snape snapped, "If you insist on talking, I suggest you do it in your head and with yourself. Please move to the desk next to Mr. Goyle here," he pointed. When she lagged, "NOW!" she moved quickly at this point, leaving Draco room to scoot over to his 'original' spot, which, of course, he did.
"Hey," Nukpana whispered.
"Hi," he was startled. He'd already had a beginning in his head but she'd beat him to the punch, "I noticed you at the Gryffindor table this morning, but not last night. Where were you?"
"I was late," she rolled her eyes, then hesitated when Snape turned around, then, "and got in around five, after the train had returned."
Draco smirked, "Oh. So, what's your name?" He asked as if it weren't an out of the way question.
"I'm Nukpana Wathari."
"That's a pretty name," he actually smiled while they both pretended to be watching Snape while speaking out of the sides of their mouths, "I'm -"
"Draco Malfoy, I already know." She cut him off. "Your name is strong."
"That popular, huh?" he challenged her mildly, while mocking polishing his nails on his shirt. She smiled and raised he hand answer the question, which Draco had apparently missed.
"It's Dragon Tongue, Sir," she answered, once called upon.
"That's right, now if you were to take Dragon Tongue and mix it with Snarl- Wart you would get what, Mr. Potter?" the class went on, but Draco wasn't listening, he was almost falling asleep, he'd already read this chapter, and his father had shown him how to make the Fire-Ball when he was somewhere around nine. The trick had been fun for a while, he'd then lost interest around age thirteen to begin noticing girls more, to his mother's dismay.
When it came time for the students to make their own fires, half the students ended up with singed faces, or, in Neville's case, mild explosions that only affected the person who created it. On Nukpana, Harry, and Draco's first try, though, they all had hovering balls of white, blue, or green fire in front of their faces. Nukpana was smiling at her white ball of flame, Draco was smirking at his green one, and Harry was unconvinced that he'd actually done something like this without Hermione's help.
After that class, Ron and Harry were headed towards the Gryffindor common room, when Ron stopped dead in his tracks, and Harry almost toppled right into him. Ron just pointed mouth agape. When Harry turned he couldn't believe his eyes, there was Hermione, hair back in a straitened ponytail, with eye shadow on, applying mascara and lipstick. Harry's mouth flew open and he tried to say something but all that came up was a sort of gurgling sound.
Ron was the first to snap back to reality, "Hermione, what in the world are you -" his words trailed off as the next most amazing thing in the history of amazing things, or possibly just a really weird thing, happened. Hermione closed the compact, capped the lipstick and mascara, put them in her purse, and turned to a short blonde, with brown eyes, who was wearing the Gryffindor colors. They held hands and he walked her out of the school's back doors, leading past the kitchen to somewhere near Hagrid's house.
"Well, that's enough sights to last me the day, Harry, I'm gonna go to my Transfiguration class, hopefully I won't end up with a tail again." Ron grimaced at the remembrance of his first try at turning himself into a rat.
"Yea, I'm going to go catch up with that Nukpana girl, I think I'm in her class next, and she seems really nice. Then, on the plus side, she happens to know Bonamy." he stopped talking as the girl of his prior night's dreams walked into view. The tall blonde turned her blue eyes on his green ones; she blushed and dropped the link as they got closer. "Hi," he encouraged her to say something with his mind 'Say something' he thought.
She must have heard his thought, for at that moment, "Hey, you're that Harry guy right? The one all my friends are talking about?"
"Uh, yea, that's probably me. What brings you near Gryffindor?" he asked, desperate for more then just a passing 'hi.'
"I was just speaking with Professor McGonagall, down the hall, about a few things I did wrong. Anyway, I'm going to be late to my next class, could you help me find it?"
"Sure, where and what is it?" he asked, thankful for the opening to do something good for her.
"Uh, Defense Against the Dark Arts. There's no teacher's name here, but it says in the observatory." Harry was crushed, the observatory wasn't far enough away to really get to know her.
"Oh, well, right this way," he mocked chivalry and extended an elbow.
"Sir, how kind of you," Bonamy linked her hand in his elbow and he took her up the staircase and around the curve, to the line that awaited to get in.
"Well, this is it," he gestured to the line.
"Thank you! I guess I'll see you at lunch then," with that she entered the line, and he waved good-bye.
Harry walked down the hall, thinking of Bonamy's lips, when he suddenly was over-come with pain. His bones were all cracking, but he wasn't even moving, his head started hurting in two pin points on either side, his ears started to take on a new shape and he broke out all over in fine hairs. 'Holy cow, what is happening!!' was the only thought going through his head. At the exact moment that Harry had started aching, without his knowledge, Arelen and Nukpana had walked into the corridor.
Elennar had sauntered in behind her, and just sat in the corner, neither scared, nor curious. Nukpana just watched mildly, and Arelen looked around nervously. Harry looked up with green beady eyes 'Oh man, how will I explain this to them if I can't even explain it to myself,' he wondered as he looked at his hands, 'I have hooves' his antlers hit the ground and he moved his eyes so that he could see the tip of them, 'I have antlers!!'
"O dear," voiced Nukpana, "I believe we have a problem with this."
She turned to Arelen for a decision, "Very much so," Arelen confirmed.
"What?! Don't just bloody stand there! Don't just talk about me! Help me!" Harry nearly yelled, but took a calm tone instead, or semi-calm at least.
"Is he mooing?" Arelen asked blankly
"Uh, I don't think so." Nukpana shrugged.
"Mooing, what the hell is wrong with you two?" He was beginning to worry again.
"Maybe we should show him?" Nukpana looked at Arelen
"Show me what?" Harry looked from one to the other.
"I'm not sure, but maybe we should just tell him how to get himself back to normal" Arelen looked at him pityingly.
"Normal? Oh dear, do you guys mean I could be stuck like this forever?" Harry squeeked.
"He's mooing again." Arelen tugged on Nukpana's robe.
"He's not mooing Elen. Harry, think 'HUMAN'"
"HINK HUMAN, HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO THINK HUMAN WHEN I'M A BLOODY ANIMAL?!" He yelled at them
All of a sudden, he had the aching feeling again. His bones were cracking back into their original position; the hair was thinning, and fading back into his skin. His nose was a nose again, not a snout, and his head stopped feeling heavy. His ears were his ears again, and he felt normal.
"Well, that was easy enough," Arelen said excitedly, "Aren't you lucky we were the ones who found you, instead of someone else?"
"Yea," Nukpana exclaimed, "Isn't this cool to finally meet someone like us?" she had turned to Arelen.
"HOLD ON," Harry was too aggravated, hurting, and just plain lost and feeling a bit sick to care what they wanted, had or thought, "What in the world, of muggles or magical, just happened? And I didn't really moo did I?"
"Yes," Arelen choked back laughter as Nukpana stated a, "No," at the same time.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," Arelen began again.
"We should have told you," Nukpana ended.
"We're animagi, and apparently so're you," Arelen informed him. "You're a stag. I think there are only three other wizards who've ever been a stag."
"That's right!" Nukpana gave him an awed look, "Hey, I think Arelen and I have something to show you," She looked at Arelen who nodded then turned towards the back doors Hermione had left through.
So, how'd you like them apples? LOL Hope you liked it!! REVIEW!! Your life depends on it! Jenna XP