Star-chan: Yeah. Hi. *yawns* I hate school.
Hart: Sorry if the last part seemed very anti-climatic.
Neko: You mean Star's stories have climaxes?
Star-chan: *grumbles* Shut-up. It was anticlimactic for a reason. Can we hurry up so I can pass out?
DISCLAIMER:
Star-chan: I'm sorry. I don't own Harry Potter.
Neko: I'm grateful.
Hart: Stop it, Neko.
*~*
Harry walked in silence to Professor Schram's office after classes were over, upon her request. Surprisingly, Hermione and Ron had abandoned him for dinner, partially because Harry asked for some time alone.
Once he reached the right door, he knocked loudly. A very frazzled looking professor answered the door, brown hair falling out of her braid and an annoyed look in her eyes, which softened a bit when she saw Harry at the door.
"Oh, it's you, Harry," she said, motioning him to enter. "I thought you might have been Professor Stidhall."
Confused, he entered, looking around the office. Again, it had changed since greatly since it's last professor. Now every surface except the floor was covered in papers, notebooks and weird equipment. Five small cauldrons simmered in an empty space on the floor that hadn't already had books stacked there. Taking a seat behind the paper-covered desk, Professor Schram picked up a quill.
"Well, have a seat." The quill pointed at a chair flooded with books. "Just throw the books on the floor."
Carefully, Harry lifted the books and set them on the floor before sitting. He tried not fidget, hoping he didn't have to try and sort all these papers. It must have been displayed on his face, because the Defense professor assured him, "You don't have to try and make sense of this pit. Organization is highly overrated, and takes too much time to do."
"Then what do I have to do?" Harry asked. He wasn't sure, but it looked like something moved from underneath a stack of papers. Wondering if he should get sterilized after leaving, the black haired teen tried not to breathe through his mouth and was considering pulling his shirt over his nose to keep any new strains of the flu out.
Professor Schram, ignorant to Harry's reaction to her office, pointed to the cauldrons. "Watch those," she ordered. "Don't bother trying to read any of the papers; they're in Latin. When I say when, stir the appropriate cauldron as I instruct. If they start to overflow or give off smoke, let me know *right* *away*."
Harry nodded, and moved the chair over closer to the cauldrons. He watched as the professor added substances to the liquids and scribble notes. Once or twice, she asked him to stir the far left cauldron three times counterclockwise, or to be careful when he stirred the middle one with a birch branch. Other than her few instructions, Professor Schram said nothing, absorbed in her note taking or searching for papers.
Less than a half hour into the detention, the door burst open and a very out of breathe Professor Stidhall staggered into the room. "We have a situation down in the Great Hall, if you don't mind," she said calmly.
*~*
Lucius Malfoy smiled as he sent the dementors into the Hogwarts grounds. Getting through the Forbidden Forest was relatively easy when one was traveling in such a group. By now, the Sleeping Potion had taken effect, and everyone able to conjure even a small wisp of a Patronus would be asleep. He held back a laugh. 'Now who shall prevail, Dumbledore?' he thought maliciously.
*~*
The two professors, accompanied by Harry, sped down the stairs to the Great Hall. Professor Schram had put out the fires under the cauldrons and followed the History professor without even asking what was wrong. But something told Harry it wasn't good. As the open doors came into view, Harry bit back a gasp.
Professors Dumbledore and Snape were inspecting sleeping students and teachers, poking and muttering at them. "Ah, Rebecca. I see you have brought them," he said, leaving the Ravenclaw prefect he'd been looking at, who was snoring into his mashed potatoes. Glaring, Snape also came over to the two teachers.
"What happened?" Professor Schram asked, horror etched in her face.
"I believe a Sleeping Potion has somehow been smuggled into the food," Dumbledore said, turning his head to look at Professor Snape. "Severus, will you please go and retrieve the antidote, will you?"
Without a reply, Snape swept off to his dungeon. Focusing again on the tree new arrivals, the head professor said, "The dementors are entering the grounds, now if not soon. Thankfully, the three of you are able to produce strong Patronuses."
"I hope that's enough," Professor Stidhall said bluntly. "If there's more than we can handle?"
"I will be going to alert the Ministry and to try to get some help for you." Dumbledore started to walk quickly up the stairs.
"Let's get going, then," Professor Schram said, calmly leading the way to the doors.
*~*
Sirius paced the small living room that Remus had been granted, while the werewolf read calmly by the fireplace. Throwing himself onto the chair across from his friend, Sirius sighed.
"I'm bored," he whined, sounding like a three-year-old. "And hungry. When do we eat?"
Looking over the edge of his book, Remus glared slightly. "Would you rather be back with the 'cheating hippogriff' in a damp cave?" he asked.
Sirius pouted and muttered something that sounded like, "Hippogriffs can too cheat." Remus rolled his eyes and returned to his book.
"For the last time, Sirius, hippogriffs can't-"
The reprimand was interrupted as Dumbledore entered in a hurry. "It is time," he said softly. "All the school is asleep, save me, you two, Severus, Harry, and Professors Stidhall and Schram, and the dementors are attacking. Professor Snape is trying to get enough antidote to wake up the staff, but it will take precious time. The other three are going to fight the dementors. Get down there as soon as possible." As quickly as he came, Dumbledore exited to alert the Ministry.
Without a word, Sirius became a large black dog and Remus ran to the entrance. "Well, at least you're not bored anymore," the werewolf commented as they raced to the Entrance Hall.
*~*
Star-chan: I'm finished! *collapses*
Neko: Is she okay?
Hart: *pokes Star-chan and jumps when she snores* I think so.
Neko: Damn.
Hart: Shut up. Time for Thankies!
Evil Crazy Willow- I thought you would have enjoyed it. Oh well. Thanks.
Himedono- As I have said repeatedly, organization stinks. Sorry the last chapter was boring, but it was vital. Thankies.
TheStarsBright- New reviewer! Yay! Thanks. I don't find conversing with Neko fun, but at least someone does.
Hart: Well, that's all. Star will update when she wakes up. BYE!
Star-chan: *snores loudly*
Hart: Sorry if the last part seemed very anti-climatic.
Neko: You mean Star's stories have climaxes?
Star-chan: *grumbles* Shut-up. It was anticlimactic for a reason. Can we hurry up so I can pass out?
DISCLAIMER:
Star-chan: I'm sorry. I don't own Harry Potter.
Neko: I'm grateful.
Hart: Stop it, Neko.
*~*
Harry walked in silence to Professor Schram's office after classes were over, upon her request. Surprisingly, Hermione and Ron had abandoned him for dinner, partially because Harry asked for some time alone.
Once he reached the right door, he knocked loudly. A very frazzled looking professor answered the door, brown hair falling out of her braid and an annoyed look in her eyes, which softened a bit when she saw Harry at the door.
"Oh, it's you, Harry," she said, motioning him to enter. "I thought you might have been Professor Stidhall."
Confused, he entered, looking around the office. Again, it had changed since greatly since it's last professor. Now every surface except the floor was covered in papers, notebooks and weird equipment. Five small cauldrons simmered in an empty space on the floor that hadn't already had books stacked there. Taking a seat behind the paper-covered desk, Professor Schram picked up a quill.
"Well, have a seat." The quill pointed at a chair flooded with books. "Just throw the books on the floor."
Carefully, Harry lifted the books and set them on the floor before sitting. He tried not fidget, hoping he didn't have to try and sort all these papers. It must have been displayed on his face, because the Defense professor assured him, "You don't have to try and make sense of this pit. Organization is highly overrated, and takes too much time to do."
"Then what do I have to do?" Harry asked. He wasn't sure, but it looked like something moved from underneath a stack of papers. Wondering if he should get sterilized after leaving, the black haired teen tried not to breathe through his mouth and was considering pulling his shirt over his nose to keep any new strains of the flu out.
Professor Schram, ignorant to Harry's reaction to her office, pointed to the cauldrons. "Watch those," she ordered. "Don't bother trying to read any of the papers; they're in Latin. When I say when, stir the appropriate cauldron as I instruct. If they start to overflow or give off smoke, let me know *right* *away*."
Harry nodded, and moved the chair over closer to the cauldrons. He watched as the professor added substances to the liquids and scribble notes. Once or twice, she asked him to stir the far left cauldron three times counterclockwise, or to be careful when he stirred the middle one with a birch branch. Other than her few instructions, Professor Schram said nothing, absorbed in her note taking or searching for papers.
Less than a half hour into the detention, the door burst open and a very out of breathe Professor Stidhall staggered into the room. "We have a situation down in the Great Hall, if you don't mind," she said calmly.
*~*
Lucius Malfoy smiled as he sent the dementors into the Hogwarts grounds. Getting through the Forbidden Forest was relatively easy when one was traveling in such a group. By now, the Sleeping Potion had taken effect, and everyone able to conjure even a small wisp of a Patronus would be asleep. He held back a laugh. 'Now who shall prevail, Dumbledore?' he thought maliciously.
*~*
The two professors, accompanied by Harry, sped down the stairs to the Great Hall. Professor Schram had put out the fires under the cauldrons and followed the History professor without even asking what was wrong. But something told Harry it wasn't good. As the open doors came into view, Harry bit back a gasp.
Professors Dumbledore and Snape were inspecting sleeping students and teachers, poking and muttering at them. "Ah, Rebecca. I see you have brought them," he said, leaving the Ravenclaw prefect he'd been looking at, who was snoring into his mashed potatoes. Glaring, Snape also came over to the two teachers.
"What happened?" Professor Schram asked, horror etched in her face.
"I believe a Sleeping Potion has somehow been smuggled into the food," Dumbledore said, turning his head to look at Professor Snape. "Severus, will you please go and retrieve the antidote, will you?"
Without a reply, Snape swept off to his dungeon. Focusing again on the tree new arrivals, the head professor said, "The dementors are entering the grounds, now if not soon. Thankfully, the three of you are able to produce strong Patronuses."
"I hope that's enough," Professor Stidhall said bluntly. "If there's more than we can handle?"
"I will be going to alert the Ministry and to try to get some help for you." Dumbledore started to walk quickly up the stairs.
"Let's get going, then," Professor Schram said, calmly leading the way to the doors.
*~*
Sirius paced the small living room that Remus had been granted, while the werewolf read calmly by the fireplace. Throwing himself onto the chair across from his friend, Sirius sighed.
"I'm bored," he whined, sounding like a three-year-old. "And hungry. When do we eat?"
Looking over the edge of his book, Remus glared slightly. "Would you rather be back with the 'cheating hippogriff' in a damp cave?" he asked.
Sirius pouted and muttered something that sounded like, "Hippogriffs can too cheat." Remus rolled his eyes and returned to his book.
"For the last time, Sirius, hippogriffs can't-"
The reprimand was interrupted as Dumbledore entered in a hurry. "It is time," he said softly. "All the school is asleep, save me, you two, Severus, Harry, and Professors Stidhall and Schram, and the dementors are attacking. Professor Snape is trying to get enough antidote to wake up the staff, but it will take precious time. The other three are going to fight the dementors. Get down there as soon as possible." As quickly as he came, Dumbledore exited to alert the Ministry.
Without a word, Sirius became a large black dog and Remus ran to the entrance. "Well, at least you're not bored anymore," the werewolf commented as they raced to the Entrance Hall.
*~*
Star-chan: I'm finished! *collapses*
Neko: Is she okay?
Hart: *pokes Star-chan and jumps when she snores* I think so.
Neko: Damn.
Hart: Shut up. Time for Thankies!
Evil Crazy Willow- I thought you would have enjoyed it. Oh well. Thanks.
Himedono- As I have said repeatedly, organization stinks. Sorry the last chapter was boring, but it was vital. Thankies.
TheStarsBright- New reviewer! Yay! Thanks. I don't find conversing with Neko fun, but at least someone does.
Hart: Well, that's all. Star will update when she wakes up. BYE!
Star-chan: *snores loudly*