Okay for my 6th chapter...I never thought I would get this far. I'm so
confused about fanfiction's layout. Whenever I update my story I can never
find it at the top. I think that's why I've gotten so few reviews. Or
maybe it's just that everybody hates me. Don't hate me. I love you guys!
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Chapter 6
Harry decided once and for all what to do. He had to go to Professor Pumple to tell her what had happened and set everything straight. Unfortunately, Peeves decided at that very moment as well that he would prevent Harry from getting to where he was going in such a rush.
"Hello, Mr. Potty!" Peeves yelled as he swooped next to Harry.
"Funny Peeves. Now go away. I have some extremely important business to take care of." At once, Harry knew he should not have said that. A wicked smile grew on Peeves face. He seemed almost happy.
"Well now," Peeves cackled. "I mustn't keep you from your important business. But I should warn you...I lie." Peeves giggled wildly and flew circles around Harry. He went behind Harry and gave him a near ultimate wedgie. "Didn't anyone tell you Potty that quidditch undies are out?" Harry howled in pain and anger. Then Peeves swooped in front of him to pull the rug out from under him. Harry tried to jump off it but he was too late. Harry flew up in the air and the last thing he remembered was lying on the ground with Peeves toothy grin in his face.
* * *
When Harry came to, he was in the hospital wing once again. Hermione was sitting by his side.
"Where....what... happened?" Harry murmured. Hermione looked up at him and smiled.
"I don't know Harry. You tell me." She replied. Harry then recounted his run-in with Peeves. He resolved to make his story less embarrassing by leaving out the wedgie part. He felt better so in about a half an hour he was up and about once again. Unfortunately for him, he had no idea when it was.
"How long was I out?" Harry asked.
"About a day. When you ran out of the library last night, Ron and I went after you and found you."
"Where is Ron, by the way?"
"He's out with Luna, giving her more flying lessons." Hermione giggled. "I think he's growing fond of her, but he won't admit it of course, because he's Ron."
* * *
Classes resumed the next day. He had a lot of catching up to do because he had not done any work the whole weekend. N.E.W.Ts were coming up fast now, faster than he had ever imagined. Harry remembered his dream of Sirius.
"Choose again, Harry" Sirius's voice echoed thousands of times a day in Harry's mind. What does that mean! Harry thought to himself. His classes went by in a blur that day. More and more work was piled on top of what he already had to make up. Harry felt as if a weight were dropped on his heart. He couldn't think or sleep. He held back all emotions inside of him, afraid of how they would make him act.
"I can't take this anymore." Harry announced suddenly during a Transfiguration lesson later that week. With that he got up and headed for the door. Professor McGonagall stared at him incredulously.
"I don't think so Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall stated very calmly, shutting the door with her wand. Harry looked at her darkly.
"Professor, I want to leave." Harry said equally as calm, but his face was growing red with ire.
"No Mr. Potter. No one has ever walked out of my class and I'm not planning on breaking that tradition."
He could not hold a single emotion in any more. His scar burned on his forehead and Harry's fury was unleashed. Every emotion or thought weighing down on him was let out. He screamed at the top of his lungs. His wand burst with flames from the end. The lights showered the room with sparks and papers flew everywhere. Screams echoed through the room and they died out when everything had calmed down. Professor McGonagall was wide-eyed with terror. The silence was painful as Harry stood shaking at the foot of the classroom.
* * *
Harry sat before Professor McGonagall and Professor Pumple.
"How could you give him that book! That's the most foolish thing...what are you thinking Joanna!" Professor McGonagall screeched.
"I just thought this book could propel him in his studies in the Dark Arts. He's a natural and considering his history, I thought it would be a good thing to do!" Professor Pumple shouted back, equally angry.
"Well obviously your judgement is off! That book has been banned by the Ministry of Magic!" "It's only been banned because a couple of idiot wizards were fooling around with it! They were not proficient in the Dark Arts like Harry is." Professor Pumple quickly glanced over at Harry who looked from one woman to the next waiting for the shouting to begin again. Harry wanted to say something in his defense.
"I'm afraid." was all he could manage.
"See Joanna. That's what this book has reduced him to." McGonagall proclaimed. Suddenly Harry found his voice again.
"No! The book didn't do anything to me. It was all me that night with Draco, I thought I had hit him with a stun spell! It was me in the classroom as well, I didn't perform any spells from that book. I just snapped. I can't do all this work anymore. I have too much to do in too little time. I've been holding back and I just...can't." Madame Pompfrey walked in.
"I can't find that girl anywhere. What did you say her name was Harry?" She inquired.
"She told me her name was Karlina." Harry said.
"I've never heard that name before." Professor McGonagall said slowly, obviously her brain was straining to remember. "Call Professor Snape in here."
Great, Harry thought to himself, that's just what I need is Snape. Snape soon appeared. He frowned when he saw Harry.
"What is it. I hope this isn't concerning you Potter, I have a class to run" Snape spat.
"This is concerning Harry, Professor Snape. It is also concerning one of your students." Professor McGonagall said, ignoring his irritated tone. "Her name is Karlina."
"I don't think I recall a Karlina. Are you sure Potter didn't just make her up to pin the blame on her."
"You don't even know what were talking about Snape!" Harry said heatedly.
"Professor Snape, Potter." Snape hissed.
"Harry," Professor Pumple said soothingly, "are you sure you remember correctly?"
"Of course I remember! I'm not crazy!" Harry yelled at her. Immediately he felt sorry as Professor Pumple recoiled.
"He's not lying. I saw her as well." Madame Pompfrey said quietly.
"We need to locate this girl. Unfortunately, Albus is not here. He won't be back till next week." Professor McGonagall said. "Put all teachers on alert. Find her!"
Chapter 6
Harry decided once and for all what to do. He had to go to Professor Pumple to tell her what had happened and set everything straight. Unfortunately, Peeves decided at that very moment as well that he would prevent Harry from getting to where he was going in such a rush.
"Hello, Mr. Potty!" Peeves yelled as he swooped next to Harry.
"Funny Peeves. Now go away. I have some extremely important business to take care of." At once, Harry knew he should not have said that. A wicked smile grew on Peeves face. He seemed almost happy.
"Well now," Peeves cackled. "I mustn't keep you from your important business. But I should warn you...I lie." Peeves giggled wildly and flew circles around Harry. He went behind Harry and gave him a near ultimate wedgie. "Didn't anyone tell you Potty that quidditch undies are out?" Harry howled in pain and anger. Then Peeves swooped in front of him to pull the rug out from under him. Harry tried to jump off it but he was too late. Harry flew up in the air and the last thing he remembered was lying on the ground with Peeves toothy grin in his face.
* * *
When Harry came to, he was in the hospital wing once again. Hermione was sitting by his side.
"Where....what... happened?" Harry murmured. Hermione looked up at him and smiled.
"I don't know Harry. You tell me." She replied. Harry then recounted his run-in with Peeves. He resolved to make his story less embarrassing by leaving out the wedgie part. He felt better so in about a half an hour he was up and about once again. Unfortunately for him, he had no idea when it was.
"How long was I out?" Harry asked.
"About a day. When you ran out of the library last night, Ron and I went after you and found you."
"Where is Ron, by the way?"
"He's out with Luna, giving her more flying lessons." Hermione giggled. "I think he's growing fond of her, but he won't admit it of course, because he's Ron."
* * *
Classes resumed the next day. He had a lot of catching up to do because he had not done any work the whole weekend. N.E.W.Ts were coming up fast now, faster than he had ever imagined. Harry remembered his dream of Sirius.
"Choose again, Harry" Sirius's voice echoed thousands of times a day in Harry's mind. What does that mean! Harry thought to himself. His classes went by in a blur that day. More and more work was piled on top of what he already had to make up. Harry felt as if a weight were dropped on his heart. He couldn't think or sleep. He held back all emotions inside of him, afraid of how they would make him act.
"I can't take this anymore." Harry announced suddenly during a Transfiguration lesson later that week. With that he got up and headed for the door. Professor McGonagall stared at him incredulously.
"I don't think so Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall stated very calmly, shutting the door with her wand. Harry looked at her darkly.
"Professor, I want to leave." Harry said equally as calm, but his face was growing red with ire.
"No Mr. Potter. No one has ever walked out of my class and I'm not planning on breaking that tradition."
He could not hold a single emotion in any more. His scar burned on his forehead and Harry's fury was unleashed. Every emotion or thought weighing down on him was let out. He screamed at the top of his lungs. His wand burst with flames from the end. The lights showered the room with sparks and papers flew everywhere. Screams echoed through the room and they died out when everything had calmed down. Professor McGonagall was wide-eyed with terror. The silence was painful as Harry stood shaking at the foot of the classroom.
* * *
Harry sat before Professor McGonagall and Professor Pumple.
"How could you give him that book! That's the most foolish thing...what are you thinking Joanna!" Professor McGonagall screeched.
"I just thought this book could propel him in his studies in the Dark Arts. He's a natural and considering his history, I thought it would be a good thing to do!" Professor Pumple shouted back, equally angry.
"Well obviously your judgement is off! That book has been banned by the Ministry of Magic!" "It's only been banned because a couple of idiot wizards were fooling around with it! They were not proficient in the Dark Arts like Harry is." Professor Pumple quickly glanced over at Harry who looked from one woman to the next waiting for the shouting to begin again. Harry wanted to say something in his defense.
"I'm afraid." was all he could manage.
"See Joanna. That's what this book has reduced him to." McGonagall proclaimed. Suddenly Harry found his voice again.
"No! The book didn't do anything to me. It was all me that night with Draco, I thought I had hit him with a stun spell! It was me in the classroom as well, I didn't perform any spells from that book. I just snapped. I can't do all this work anymore. I have too much to do in too little time. I've been holding back and I just...can't." Madame Pompfrey walked in.
"I can't find that girl anywhere. What did you say her name was Harry?" She inquired.
"She told me her name was Karlina." Harry said.
"I've never heard that name before." Professor McGonagall said slowly, obviously her brain was straining to remember. "Call Professor Snape in here."
Great, Harry thought to himself, that's just what I need is Snape. Snape soon appeared. He frowned when he saw Harry.
"What is it. I hope this isn't concerning you Potter, I have a class to run" Snape spat.
"This is concerning Harry, Professor Snape. It is also concerning one of your students." Professor McGonagall said, ignoring his irritated tone. "Her name is Karlina."
"I don't think I recall a Karlina. Are you sure Potter didn't just make her up to pin the blame on her."
"You don't even know what were talking about Snape!" Harry said heatedly.
"Professor Snape, Potter." Snape hissed.
"Harry," Professor Pumple said soothingly, "are you sure you remember correctly?"
"Of course I remember! I'm not crazy!" Harry yelled at her. Immediately he felt sorry as Professor Pumple recoiled.
"He's not lying. I saw her as well." Madame Pompfrey said quietly.
"We need to locate this girl. Unfortunately, Albus is not here. He won't be back till next week." Professor McGonagall said. "Put all teachers on alert. Find her!"