POTTY WEE POTTER
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 13 (unlucky for some)
The assassin's feet landed in the soft mud with a neat and soundless thud. Sure it had been a long hike but it was worth it for the element of surprise. The assassin (who's name was Derek White but that didn't really matter) had decided to go the long way around and jump over the wall at the back of the castle which, unfortunately, meant going through the dark forest, over a rickety bridge and crossing mountain range. But now he stood comfortably next to green house four, slightly muddier than he had been when he had set of on his quest but what did it matter. At least he hadn't had to kill anyone yet. The less casualties the more likely he was to complete his task. And he still had half his pay to come.
He tiptoed from the shadows and jump to pin his back against the castle wall. He then shimmied along the wall and made his way slowly through the front doorway.
"And who are you ?" The flying teacher asked as the assassin sneaked in. He had been caught and as much as he hated killing women (especially the ones he wasn't paid to kill) he knew that he had to do it.
Within seconds, and before Madam Hooch had even pulled her wand out, he had performed the stunning spell that left her flat on her back. Maybe he need not kill her. Perhaps he could do the whole job before she woke up. And if not, he'd just kill them all.
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"Umm..." Hermione mulled the idea over before answering, all eyes were on her. Over the past few days the dungeon dwellers had began to think they were in no danger at all and even Harry had become slightly less tense. But only slightly. "I'd have to say Transfiguration." They had been discussing things for an hour now, sat in a group around one table munching on some cake that Dobby had sent down, the subject had gone to what subject they would teach if they where Hogwarts teachers.
"And you Harry ?" Ginny asked. As usual her attention was drawn towards Harry, his gorgeous eyes and manly rugged features. They had already learnt that Neville would have taught Herbology, Luna ; Charms, Ginny had chosen care of magical creature as had Ron and Hermione wanted to follow in McGonagall's footsteps.
"Defence against the dark arts." Harry admitted. Everyone was slightly shocked but it was Nearly Headless Nick who spoke his mind.
"But the Dark arts post is cursed." The floating lord muttered. And it was. Harry remembered all seven of his defence against the dark arts teacher and they had all lost their job after a year. And even since Harry had finished school he had read that there had been four dark arts teachers in the past nine years. Harry shrugged his shoulders. His whole life had been cursed. And at that moment the door to the dungeon opened.
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 13 (unlucky for some)
The assassin's feet landed in the soft mud with a neat and soundless thud. Sure it had been a long hike but it was worth it for the element of surprise. The assassin (who's name was Derek White but that didn't really matter) had decided to go the long way around and jump over the wall at the back of the castle which, unfortunately, meant going through the dark forest, over a rickety bridge and crossing mountain range. But now he stood comfortably next to green house four, slightly muddier than he had been when he had set of on his quest but what did it matter. At least he hadn't had to kill anyone yet. The less casualties the more likely he was to complete his task. And he still had half his pay to come.
He tiptoed from the shadows and jump to pin his back against the castle wall. He then shimmied along the wall and made his way slowly through the front doorway.
"And who are you ?" The flying teacher asked as the assassin sneaked in. He had been caught and as much as he hated killing women (especially the ones he wasn't paid to kill) he knew that he had to do it.
Within seconds, and before Madam Hooch had even pulled her wand out, he had performed the stunning spell that left her flat on her back. Maybe he need not kill her. Perhaps he could do the whole job before she woke up. And if not, he'd just kill them all.
***
"Umm..." Hermione mulled the idea over before answering, all eyes were on her. Over the past few days the dungeon dwellers had began to think they were in no danger at all and even Harry had become slightly less tense. But only slightly. "I'd have to say Transfiguration." They had been discussing things for an hour now, sat in a group around one table munching on some cake that Dobby had sent down, the subject had gone to what subject they would teach if they where Hogwarts teachers.
"And you Harry ?" Ginny asked. As usual her attention was drawn towards Harry, his gorgeous eyes and manly rugged features. They had already learnt that Neville would have taught Herbology, Luna ; Charms, Ginny had chosen care of magical creature as had Ron and Hermione wanted to follow in McGonagall's footsteps.
"Defence against the dark arts." Harry admitted. Everyone was slightly shocked but it was Nearly Headless Nick who spoke his mind.
"But the Dark arts post is cursed." The floating lord muttered. And it was. Harry remembered all seven of his defence against the dark arts teacher and they had all lost their job after a year. And even since Harry had finished school he had read that there had been four dark arts teachers in the past nine years. Harry shrugged his shoulders. His whole life had been cursed. And at that moment the door to the dungeon opened.