Star-chan: Hello!
Neko: Unfortunately, she's back.
Star-chan: Be quiet. Well, I hope this chapter is better than my last two.
Neko: Dork.
Star-chan: You've been hanging out in my English teacher's head too long.
Neko: What makes you say that?
Star-chan: Because she calls EVERYONE, including herself, dorks all the time.
DISCLAIMER: Star-chan: *counts money* Thirty-three dollars and forty-three cents, four million left to go!
Neko: Before you can buy Harry Potter?
Star-chan: That, and get a muse transplant.
Neko: Dork.
*~*
An evil cackle, bound to freeze the bravest heart upon hearing, echoed through the dark and gloomy fortress. A dark, shapeless figure sat on a throne as black as opals, laughing.
"Azkaban is mine!" he yelled, daring Dumbledore to hear him now. The small, shaking man that was kneeling before the man, his shiny crown bowed, shivered even harder.
"Master," he squeaked, "H-how long until the Ministry will know?"
His master chuckled ominously. "Not until it is too late." He redirected his attention to a collection of a blonde man and tall, black-cloaked creatures entering the room. "Ah. Lucius. I see you have prepared a group of dementors for the attack?"
"Yes, my Lord," the man said, bowing. "I will be supervising the entire attack, then report any weakness of strength we can use against them."
Lord Voldemort smiled evilly. He said oily, "Very good, Lucius. Attack when ready."
Lucius bowed again and lead the creatures out of the room.
*~*
A quiet knock on his door made Dumbledore look up from his desk. "Come in," he said.
The door opened and Severus Snape walked in. "Good evening, Headmaster," he greeted.
"And you, Severus, although I doubt you have good news for me," the old man said, leaning back and preparing for bad tidings.
Snape nodded. "Voldemort has taken Azkaban."
Time stopped. This was the news Dumbledore had expected but never hoped to receive.
"He will be sending a group of dementors along with one Death Eater to. 'test' the castle's security. I don't know how many or when, but sometime in the near future, undoubtedly," Snape continued, watching the headmaster's reaction carefully.
Dumbledore sighed wearily. "Will you please get Professor Schram for me, Severus? There's work to be done."
Snape sneered slightly at her name, but agreed to.
*~*
"You wanted to see me, Professor?" Sarah asked, entering the Headmaster's office.
Dumbledore looked up and nodded. "Please, Sarah, sit down. You must be tired from your classes."
Sarah moved to a chair and sat obediently. Dumbledore looked at her over the rim of his glasses. "Severus just informed me of very unpleasant news. Voldemort will be sending dementors to the school," he said rather bluntly.
"But that would mean-"
"Azkaban has fallen," Dumbledore finished. "You will be needed to prepare all students fourth year and over the Patronus charm."
Sarah nodded and stood. "Is there anything else?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "Go and rest, Sarah. You will need your strength."
*~*
Waking the next morning, Harry stretched, feeling every ache from Care of Magical Creatures. Pegasuses were very deceiving, in terms of strength. To his right, he heard Ron moan and roll over. "What hit me?" he muttered, carefully sitting up.
Harry smiled. "About a half a dozen flying horses," he said.
The other boys slowly woke up, all moaning their bruises and scratches.
"Who knew that flying horses were so bloody violent," Seamus said angrily.
*~*
Ron and Harry joined Hermione down at breakfast, both limping. Hermione, being her normal, "I just swallowed half of the library's books" self, had resisted being violently savaged by winged equines. Hermione and Ron settled in for their ritual morning disagreement, while Harry searched arriving owls for the familiar glimpse of Hedwig.
"What's on the agenda today?" Ron asked.
Harry looked at his schedule and groaned. "Divination first this morning," he muttered.
"What?! Does she want us to fall asleep?" Ron sputtered outraged.
"On the bright side, we have Defense Against the Dark Arts afterwards," Hermione said brightly.
Ron scowled. "You can say that because you have Arithmancy first."
Harry just prayed he wouldn't have another hideous death this year.
*~*
Star-chan: I'm at a loss. This chapter is longer though. And showing signs of a *plot*!
Neko: This has a plot? You have to be kidding.
Star-chan: Shut up. Evil Willow: I know. I want to have Mr. C. again. And *puts on pathetic, puppy-dog eyes* PLEASE don't put Mr. Simon in. Or Senor Tripp. PLEASE!!!!!
Neko: Haha.
Star-chan: Zip it.
Neko: Dork.
Star-chan: YEAH!! Remus and I can have practice. No ring yet, but hopefully soon. And I wouldn't have let Neko come. She cries really loud at weddings.
Neko: From boardom, I assure you.
Star-chan: Who will Evil Willow and Adhara be paired with? I won't tell.
Neko: But I will.
Star-chan: Shut up, evil muse.
Neko: Dork.
Neko: Unfortunately, she's back.
Star-chan: Be quiet. Well, I hope this chapter is better than my last two.
Neko: Dork.
Star-chan: You've been hanging out in my English teacher's head too long.
Neko: What makes you say that?
Star-chan: Because she calls EVERYONE, including herself, dorks all the time.
DISCLAIMER: Star-chan: *counts money* Thirty-three dollars and forty-three cents, four million left to go!
Neko: Before you can buy Harry Potter?
Star-chan: That, and get a muse transplant.
Neko: Dork.
*~*
An evil cackle, bound to freeze the bravest heart upon hearing, echoed through the dark and gloomy fortress. A dark, shapeless figure sat on a throne as black as opals, laughing.
"Azkaban is mine!" he yelled, daring Dumbledore to hear him now. The small, shaking man that was kneeling before the man, his shiny crown bowed, shivered even harder.
"Master," he squeaked, "H-how long until the Ministry will know?"
His master chuckled ominously. "Not until it is too late." He redirected his attention to a collection of a blonde man and tall, black-cloaked creatures entering the room. "Ah. Lucius. I see you have prepared a group of dementors for the attack?"
"Yes, my Lord," the man said, bowing. "I will be supervising the entire attack, then report any weakness of strength we can use against them."
Lord Voldemort smiled evilly. He said oily, "Very good, Lucius. Attack when ready."
Lucius bowed again and lead the creatures out of the room.
*~*
A quiet knock on his door made Dumbledore look up from his desk. "Come in," he said.
The door opened and Severus Snape walked in. "Good evening, Headmaster," he greeted.
"And you, Severus, although I doubt you have good news for me," the old man said, leaning back and preparing for bad tidings.
Snape nodded. "Voldemort has taken Azkaban."
Time stopped. This was the news Dumbledore had expected but never hoped to receive.
"He will be sending a group of dementors along with one Death Eater to. 'test' the castle's security. I don't know how many or when, but sometime in the near future, undoubtedly," Snape continued, watching the headmaster's reaction carefully.
Dumbledore sighed wearily. "Will you please get Professor Schram for me, Severus? There's work to be done."
Snape sneered slightly at her name, but agreed to.
*~*
"You wanted to see me, Professor?" Sarah asked, entering the Headmaster's office.
Dumbledore looked up and nodded. "Please, Sarah, sit down. You must be tired from your classes."
Sarah moved to a chair and sat obediently. Dumbledore looked at her over the rim of his glasses. "Severus just informed me of very unpleasant news. Voldemort will be sending dementors to the school," he said rather bluntly.
"But that would mean-"
"Azkaban has fallen," Dumbledore finished. "You will be needed to prepare all students fourth year and over the Patronus charm."
Sarah nodded and stood. "Is there anything else?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "Go and rest, Sarah. You will need your strength."
*~*
Waking the next morning, Harry stretched, feeling every ache from Care of Magical Creatures. Pegasuses were very deceiving, in terms of strength. To his right, he heard Ron moan and roll over. "What hit me?" he muttered, carefully sitting up.
Harry smiled. "About a half a dozen flying horses," he said.
The other boys slowly woke up, all moaning their bruises and scratches.
"Who knew that flying horses were so bloody violent," Seamus said angrily.
*~*
Ron and Harry joined Hermione down at breakfast, both limping. Hermione, being her normal, "I just swallowed half of the library's books" self, had resisted being violently savaged by winged equines. Hermione and Ron settled in for their ritual morning disagreement, while Harry searched arriving owls for the familiar glimpse of Hedwig.
"What's on the agenda today?" Ron asked.
Harry looked at his schedule and groaned. "Divination first this morning," he muttered.
"What?! Does she want us to fall asleep?" Ron sputtered outraged.
"On the bright side, we have Defense Against the Dark Arts afterwards," Hermione said brightly.
Ron scowled. "You can say that because you have Arithmancy first."
Harry just prayed he wouldn't have another hideous death this year.
*~*
Star-chan: I'm at a loss. This chapter is longer though. And showing signs of a *plot*!
Neko: This has a plot? You have to be kidding.
Star-chan: Shut up. Evil Willow: I know. I want to have Mr. C. again. And *puts on pathetic, puppy-dog eyes* PLEASE don't put Mr. Simon in. Or Senor Tripp. PLEASE!!!!!
Neko: Haha.
Star-chan: Zip it.
Neko: Dork.
Star-chan: YEAH!! Remus and I can have practice. No ring yet, but hopefully soon. And I wouldn't have let Neko come. She cries really loud at weddings.
Neko: From boardom, I assure you.
Star-chan: Who will Evil Willow and Adhara be paired with? I won't tell.
Neko: But I will.
Star-chan: Shut up, evil muse.
Neko: Dork.