POTTY WEE POTTER
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 11
"And then Ron said something like, 'No ! Harry is the only one who can get to the stone !'" Harry told the listening nine (including the ghosts). At least two days had past since they had arrived at the castle and still Harry would not let anyone leave. Nearly Headless Nick and the Fat Friar had been sneaking the gang food and twice Hagrid had come to make sure they were safe, stating his name clearly before opening the door.
Harry had already told the tale of the chamber of secrets on two occasions, once to Neville and Luna (Hermione had heard it all before) and once to Moaning Myrtle and Peeves. He had also told the tale of the battle with Wormtail at the end of his sixth year and the night that Voldemort had returned to power after the triwizard tournament. Everyone knew about the night at the department of mysteries and the defeat of Voldemort. They were running out of things to talk about and decision was thin. Everyone else had explained the events of their lives so clearly everybody in the home felt the had lived it with them.
And then suddenly the door handle moved. No one had announced their arrival and as if it was planned, everyone dived behind a chair as Harry and Neville pulled out their wands. It was just like Harry's dream. Soon he would be stunned and Ron would be murdered.
The door opened to a crack and even the ghost stared had at it almost fearing who could be behind it. Harry stepped forward.
"Who goes there ?" He asked, pausing as he realised the corniness of the line he had just said. And then suddenly the door slammed shut and the quiet footsteps ran off into the distance. Everyone began to breath again as Harry walked slowly to the door.
"We need something to shut the door with," He murmured. That had been a close call.
~*~*~
Jake Dyer ran, tripped and landed at the heels of a certain former potion master. His sidekick, a one Martin Blundy stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the headmaster. He stared back at the duo with and icy glare and a stiff upper lip. His hair was slightly greyer in his old age but still greasy.
"And what, prêt ell, are you two doing down here at eight in the evening." Severus Snape asked, as he swung his cane- like walking stick into his other hand, a look of pure seriousness on his face.
Jake scrambled to his feet. "We heard voices," He said, his knee and elbow hurt from the impact on the cold dungeon like corridor floor.
"Yes," Martin jumped in, eager to help his friend. "Voices." Snape stared at the unlikely couple. One strikingly tall Hufflepuff with blond hair and blue eyes, the captain of the Quiditch team and One short, brown haired, glasses wearing Ravenclaw whose intelligence was spoiled by his constant failed attempt at causing chaos.
"Not good enough," Snape said and as he walked towards the steps the boys followed. "20 points will be deducted from both Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw and you will be both be receive two weeks detention."
"And the voices ?" Martin asked then covered his mouth suddenly realising he had got himself into more trouble.
"The School ghosts," Snape told the fourth year. "Just the Ghosts."
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 11
"And then Ron said something like, 'No ! Harry is the only one who can get to the stone !'" Harry told the listening nine (including the ghosts). At least two days had past since they had arrived at the castle and still Harry would not let anyone leave. Nearly Headless Nick and the Fat Friar had been sneaking the gang food and twice Hagrid had come to make sure they were safe, stating his name clearly before opening the door.
Harry had already told the tale of the chamber of secrets on two occasions, once to Neville and Luna (Hermione had heard it all before) and once to Moaning Myrtle and Peeves. He had also told the tale of the battle with Wormtail at the end of his sixth year and the night that Voldemort had returned to power after the triwizard tournament. Everyone knew about the night at the department of mysteries and the defeat of Voldemort. They were running out of things to talk about and decision was thin. Everyone else had explained the events of their lives so clearly everybody in the home felt the had lived it with them.
And then suddenly the door handle moved. No one had announced their arrival and as if it was planned, everyone dived behind a chair as Harry and Neville pulled out their wands. It was just like Harry's dream. Soon he would be stunned and Ron would be murdered.
The door opened to a crack and even the ghost stared had at it almost fearing who could be behind it. Harry stepped forward.
"Who goes there ?" He asked, pausing as he realised the corniness of the line he had just said. And then suddenly the door slammed shut and the quiet footsteps ran off into the distance. Everyone began to breath again as Harry walked slowly to the door.
"We need something to shut the door with," He murmured. That had been a close call.
~*~*~
Jake Dyer ran, tripped and landed at the heels of a certain former potion master. His sidekick, a one Martin Blundy stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the headmaster. He stared back at the duo with and icy glare and a stiff upper lip. His hair was slightly greyer in his old age but still greasy.
"And what, prêt ell, are you two doing down here at eight in the evening." Severus Snape asked, as he swung his cane- like walking stick into his other hand, a look of pure seriousness on his face.
Jake scrambled to his feet. "We heard voices," He said, his knee and elbow hurt from the impact on the cold dungeon like corridor floor.
"Yes," Martin jumped in, eager to help his friend. "Voices." Snape stared at the unlikely couple. One strikingly tall Hufflepuff with blond hair and blue eyes, the captain of the Quiditch team and One short, brown haired, glasses wearing Ravenclaw whose intelligence was spoiled by his constant failed attempt at causing chaos.
"Not good enough," Snape said and as he walked towards the steps the boys followed. "20 points will be deducted from both Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw and you will be both be receive two weeks detention."
"And the voices ?" Martin asked then covered his mouth suddenly realising he had got himself into more trouble.
"The School ghosts," Snape told the fourth year. "Just the Ghosts."