Star-chan: HI!
Neko: Oh, great. She's back.
Star-chan: Shut up.
Neko: No.
Star-chan: Urg.
DISCLAIMER:
Star-chan: Do I own Harry Potter?
Neko: I hope not.
*~*
"Hello, Remus," Albus Dumbledore said while entering Remus's rooms. "How are you?"
"I'm fine, Headmaster," Remus answered nervously. 'Please have good news..'
"Well, let's get to the point. Azkaban has fallen to Voldemort," Dumbledore said bluntly.
"W-What? Already?" Remus asked. He'd expected Azkaban to be defeated, but not so soon!
Dumbledore nodded. "There's worse news, Remus. According to Severus, a group of dementors with Malfoy at its lead will be arriving sometime in the near future, to test our security."
Remus gulped. Dementors were highly resistant to most shields. There was a rather complex one known to stop dementors, but took *months* to correctly establish.
"What do we do?" Remus asked. "How many dementors are in this 'group'?"
Dumbledore sighed. "I do not know," the headmaster admitted. "I have Sarah-" Remus gulped uncomfortable "-teaching all fourth year and above the Patronus Charm so that those who can do it properly can help defend the castle."
Remus looked puzzled. "Then why tell me?" he asked suspiciously.
Dumbledore smile a very odd smile and said, "I will be soon contacting Sirius. Both you and he will be on back, incase there are too many dementors for us."
"Oh," was all that Remus said.
*~*
Sirius was still sulking that night when an owl arrived. Excited with the possibility of no more boredom, he tore open the letter and read hastily.
Sirius- I come to the castle tomorrow night. I will meet you at the Whomping Willow. Dumbledore
The ex-convict did something no one predicted and caused Buckbeak to stare at him as if he were mad.
He leapt up and did a happy dance.
*~*
"I can't believe Professor Schram gave us so much homework!" Ron sputtered after their first Defense lesson. "A whole essay due next class on dementors!"
"Oh, be quiet, Ron, a little work won't kill you," Hermione snapped.
"Yes, it will," Ron said mournfully. Harry just shook his head.
"Well, I liked the lesson. Professor Scram seems very upfront and blunt," Hermione said.
Harry looked thoughtful. "She seems familiar." he whispered.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Can we please have a *normal* Defense teacher? Just once?" he pleaded.
"Please, Ron," Hermione said. "She *is* normal. Harry's just looking to hard to see something odd about her."
"Other than she's a complete work-a-holic?" Ron retorted innocently. Again, the two began to quarrel. Harry waited until there was a safe distance between him and his friends before yelling, "Get a room, you two!"
He had suspected Ron would chase him, but had no clue Hermione would, too!
*~*
"And you said my *desk* was messy?" Sarah asked, entering her friend's private rooms. There was not carpet, only papers and clothes. The bed covers were half off, and everything else was generally in bad shape.
"Shut up," Becca mumbled, throwing up papers. "Help me find my class schedule for tomorrow."
Sarah shook her head. "You made this mess, you find it," she told her purple-headed friend. "I just came to tell you the bad news."
"What bad news?" Becca asked, throwing random objects out from under the bed. "Snape died already?"
The Defense professor glared at the woman half underneath her bed. "No," she said sternly. "Dementors are coming to attack us."
A thud, then a cry of "OW!", told Sarah that Becca had just bumped her head one of the bed's support beams. She wiggle out from under the bed and winced. "You're joking," she said with no emotion.
"I wish," Sarah muttered. "I *hate* dementors."
"Is there a wizard that doesn't?" Becca asked, rubbing her head tenderly. "Can we change the subject? Like, who do we think the should get together?"
The brunette smiled. "You and your gossip. Fine, who in Hufflepuff?"
"Hannah Abbot and Ernie Prank, or whatever his last name is," Becca said immediately. "From Gryffindor, Hermione Something-or-other-"
"Granger."
"Right, her and Ron Weasley. They are just too mush like Lily and James."
Sarah smiled sadly. "Yeah."
*~*
Star-chan: I HATE WRITERS BLOCK!!!!
Neko: Yell a bit louder; I think a few penguins in Antarctica didn't hear you yet.
Star-chan: Shut up. Evil Willow: Yes, Buckbeak can play games.
Neko: Use your imagination, don't be like Star.
Star-chan: Go away. Himedono: glad you had a good time. Please post something soon.
Neko: You know my response.
Star-chan: Shut it. Sasha: Thanks! I need more reviewers.
Neko: Nuh-uh, you don't.
Star-chan: yes I do, so shut-up.
Neko: Oh, great. She's back.
Star-chan: Shut up.
Neko: No.
Star-chan: Urg.
DISCLAIMER:
Star-chan: Do I own Harry Potter?
Neko: I hope not.
*~*
"Hello, Remus," Albus Dumbledore said while entering Remus's rooms. "How are you?"
"I'm fine, Headmaster," Remus answered nervously. 'Please have good news..'
"Well, let's get to the point. Azkaban has fallen to Voldemort," Dumbledore said bluntly.
"W-What? Already?" Remus asked. He'd expected Azkaban to be defeated, but not so soon!
Dumbledore nodded. "There's worse news, Remus. According to Severus, a group of dementors with Malfoy at its lead will be arriving sometime in the near future, to test our security."
Remus gulped. Dementors were highly resistant to most shields. There was a rather complex one known to stop dementors, but took *months* to correctly establish.
"What do we do?" Remus asked. "How many dementors are in this 'group'?"
Dumbledore sighed. "I do not know," the headmaster admitted. "I have Sarah-" Remus gulped uncomfortable "-teaching all fourth year and above the Patronus Charm so that those who can do it properly can help defend the castle."
Remus looked puzzled. "Then why tell me?" he asked suspiciously.
Dumbledore smile a very odd smile and said, "I will be soon contacting Sirius. Both you and he will be on back, incase there are too many dementors for us."
"Oh," was all that Remus said.
*~*
Sirius was still sulking that night when an owl arrived. Excited with the possibility of no more boredom, he tore open the letter and read hastily.
Sirius- I come to the castle tomorrow night. I will meet you at the Whomping Willow. Dumbledore
The ex-convict did something no one predicted and caused Buckbeak to stare at him as if he were mad.
He leapt up and did a happy dance.
*~*
"I can't believe Professor Schram gave us so much homework!" Ron sputtered after their first Defense lesson. "A whole essay due next class on dementors!"
"Oh, be quiet, Ron, a little work won't kill you," Hermione snapped.
"Yes, it will," Ron said mournfully. Harry just shook his head.
"Well, I liked the lesson. Professor Scram seems very upfront and blunt," Hermione said.
Harry looked thoughtful. "She seems familiar." he whispered.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Can we please have a *normal* Defense teacher? Just once?" he pleaded.
"Please, Ron," Hermione said. "She *is* normal. Harry's just looking to hard to see something odd about her."
"Other than she's a complete work-a-holic?" Ron retorted innocently. Again, the two began to quarrel. Harry waited until there was a safe distance between him and his friends before yelling, "Get a room, you two!"
He had suspected Ron would chase him, but had no clue Hermione would, too!
*~*
"And you said my *desk* was messy?" Sarah asked, entering her friend's private rooms. There was not carpet, only papers and clothes. The bed covers were half off, and everything else was generally in bad shape.
"Shut up," Becca mumbled, throwing up papers. "Help me find my class schedule for tomorrow."
Sarah shook her head. "You made this mess, you find it," she told her purple-headed friend. "I just came to tell you the bad news."
"What bad news?" Becca asked, throwing random objects out from under the bed. "Snape died already?"
The Defense professor glared at the woman half underneath her bed. "No," she said sternly. "Dementors are coming to attack us."
A thud, then a cry of "OW!", told Sarah that Becca had just bumped her head one of the bed's support beams. She wiggle out from under the bed and winced. "You're joking," she said with no emotion.
"I wish," Sarah muttered. "I *hate* dementors."
"Is there a wizard that doesn't?" Becca asked, rubbing her head tenderly. "Can we change the subject? Like, who do we think the should get together?"
The brunette smiled. "You and your gossip. Fine, who in Hufflepuff?"
"Hannah Abbot and Ernie Prank, or whatever his last name is," Becca said immediately. "From Gryffindor, Hermione Something-or-other-"
"Granger."
"Right, her and Ron Weasley. They are just too mush like Lily and James."
Sarah smiled sadly. "Yeah."
*~*
Star-chan: I HATE WRITERS BLOCK!!!!
Neko: Yell a bit louder; I think a few penguins in Antarctica didn't hear you yet.
Star-chan: Shut up. Evil Willow: Yes, Buckbeak can play games.
Neko: Use your imagination, don't be like Star.
Star-chan: Go away. Himedono: glad you had a good time. Please post something soon.
Neko: You know my response.
Star-chan: Shut it. Sasha: Thanks! I need more reviewers.
Neko: Nuh-uh, you don't.
Star-chan: yes I do, so shut-up.