Jesus, chapter 20. this is now double the length of my next longest story,
and has triple the reviews of my next most reviewed story.
Anthony: thank you
Dreamer: thank you
Can I ask that Reviewers are more specific about what the like or dislike. I appreciate that you think the story is great, but it will be more effective for me to grow as a writer if I know what is write and what is wrong. Also I like to respond to my reviewers, and you guys don't give me much to respond to.
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara
Crushes
Harry looked at the people he had asked to meet him here in Madame Hooch's office. There was Madame Hooch herself, Ron, and Prof. McGonagall. They all stared at him expectantly. It was two weeks after the broom race, and Madame Hooch had said something a week ago that got Harry thinking. That was why Harry had asked them to come together. He began, "I asked you here today because I have made a decision and you are the people who need to be informed about it. It is not one I came to easily, or happily. I thought about it a great deal. I cannot accept the position of captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, because I have decided not to return to the Gryffindor quidditch team."
Ron was on his feet in an instant asking Harry if he was crazy, but Prof. McGonagall silenced him with a hand and asked, "May I ask why Harry?"
"Well," he began, trying to summarize the billion and one reasons he had. "I don't think I would be able to focus completely for starters. You know with all that's going on; Voldemort's return," a the mention of his name Ron shuddered, Prof. McGonagall's eye twitched, and Madame Hooch let out a terrified squeak, "And my godfather's death, and a new relationship. Also I have rather a lot of responsibility as it is. My grades need drastic improvement, I have the D.A. to run, I have Occlumency to practice, and just being me. Also there is something that I would like to reserve time for."
"What," Madame Hooch pressed, "Is this thing you want to reserve time for?"
"Well, not so much what as a who. I am beginning my first serious relationship with someone that I truly don't want to lose. My best friend, Hermione Granger. I'm sorry if all this seems selfish. But this is really how I feel.
"Harry," said Prof. McGonagall gently, "You have put a great amount of thought inot your decision. The only part of this that seems selfish, is setting apart time for Miss Granger, and in that category," she said the next with a playful twinkle in her eye, "it is expected that teenagers be selfish."
"I also ask," Harry continued, "That Ron be made captain." Ron's eyes went wide and he opened his mouth, but said nothing.
"I believe that's reasonable," said Madame Hooch. "Harry, you are one of the best flyers Hogwart's has ever had. It is a pity to see you retire, but you have been on the quidditch team longer than anyone I suppose."
With that Madame Hooch and Prof. McGonagall left the room. Harry looked at Ron, expecting the worst. Ron shook his head and said, "Harry, are you recommending me because I am your mate?"
"No," Harry said firmly, "I am recommending you because I think you have a passion and a knowledge about quidditch. You know how to play each position and are willing to work to be better. I chose you because I believe that you would do better than Oliver Wood did." Ron was so moved by his friends speech that he forgot all masculinity and hugged him.
Later that day, was another of the more impromptu D.A. meetings. The Room of requirement had become a common room for all those members of the D.A. who liked talking and chatting with members of other houses. This meant Harry, Hermione, Neville, Ron, Padma, Luna, Blaise, Korana, and Ginny could easily be found there, if the room were easy to find. At the moment, Harry was sitting with his back against couch with Hermione sitting between his legs and his arms around her. both of them were talking with Blaise who sat across in an armchair alternating between looking at them and keeping an eye on Korana, who was practicing with Dennis Creevey. On open days everyone just kind of helped everyone.
Blaise steeled his courage, swallowed his pride and said, "Okay Gryffindor," his name for Harry, "How do I get a girl to like me?"
Harry was taken aback, he really didn't think that he was the person to be asked about this. "Well, it depends on the girl I guess. Hermione, why don't you help him with this."
"Who's the girl?" asked Hermione.
"Erm . . . I'd rather not say." Blaise shifted uncomfortably, as he considered bolting from the room. "You'll think I'm an idiot."
"Blaise, we don't think you're an idiot," Hermione reassured firmly.
"Speak for yourself sweets," Harry quipped. Hermione hit him playfully and Blaise smiled at the joke.
"Come on Blaise, don't make me get Korana to get it out of you." In the last two weeks, they had found that Korana could get Blaise to do virtually anything, much the way Ginny could get Ron and the twins to do anything.
"Alright, but you will think I am pathetic."
Harry looked at him sternly, "Listen you are the only person in this school who can come close to out flying me . . ."
"Can out fly you," Blaise corrected.
"You are not pathetic is the point."
"Fine. I have a crush on pnsee prknsn"
"Sorry speak up, I didn't quite hear that," Hermione said with a hand to her ear.
"Pansy Parkinson, are ya happy?"
"Pansy?" Harry asked. "Pansy? I mean sure she has a nice figure," he was hit by Hermione, "but she has no mind. She is just a Malfoy zealot."
Blaise shook his head, "No man. She is an artist. A con-artist, but an artist. She is manipulative, cunning, devious, sly, sneaky . . ."
"We're waiting for her good qualities," said Harry.
"Those are them!" Blaise said. "You have to understand, she has been playing Malfoy since first-year. She made him fake the Hippogriff incident. She made him make that song, "Weasly is our king." She has played him like a fiddle. And she is sharp she got 13 O.W.L.'s. She has been bragging about them all month."
Harry and Hermione traded looks of surprise at Pansy's apparent intelligence. Blaise continued, "The only reason she dated Malfoy is that she gets off on power, prestige and of course, Money. She dropped Malfoy at the end of last year when his daddy got stripped of title and money." He said the last rubbing his fingers together. "I wouldn't mind showing her what a joy real love can be, but she doesn't even talk to me. You see she knew from the get-go that I had a half-Muggle little sister. She promised not to tell, but she stayed away from me because she knew I would end up the Slytherin pariah."
"You have it bad," Harry said. "Your only choice is to ask her out. One of the Balls or something."
Blaise shrugged. Harry looked at his watch and said, "I gotta go. I set up an appointment with Tonks." He gave Hermione a quick peck on the lips, and waved to his friends, and was out the door.
After a one hour session with Tonks he was packing his wand back up and shoving a slip of parchment with a spell on it into his pocket. "Thanks," he said, "By the way, are you going to chaperone the Autumn Ball?"
"I thought about it," she replied, "But I wouldn't have a date."
"What about Remus?" Harry asked, expecting just that answer.
"Remus," repeated Tonks, with a pink tint she did not intend spreading across her face. "Remus wouldn't go out with me. He has to be way too old. Not to mention way to smart for me."
"I know Remus looks fifty," Harry said, "But he is actually only 32."
"Hmm," Tonks said under her breath, "Only three years older."
"And I know for a fact that he is interested in you. Remember he knows you well enough to help me get that wand holster."
"Oh, that's just how sweet Remus is," she said dismissively, "He thinks of everyone but himself first."
"Well it was an idea," Harry said. With that he left.
Meanwhile back at the D.A.
"Whoo," said Ginny in an exhausted tone, "that was a work-out."
"You bet," said her work-out partner, Padma Patil. They had been practicing dodging spells, so they were using basic glamour spells, much like Himura-Sensei had used in their training.
"I am so glad this room provides a shower room," said Ginny as she slipped into the women's shower room provided by the Room of Requirement. She looked over at Padma, who was slightly pale, "Are you coming?"
Padma shook a little and said, "Um, no. I think I will just shower in the Ravenclaw common room."
"Why?" asked Ginny, "You can have clothes appear here instantly."
"Erm . . . er . . ." then beside her on a table a sheet of paper appeared and Padma picked it up and read it aloud, "Because I have a special medicated shampoo that I don't believe the castle can properly reproduce." She looked at Ginny who was giving her a disbelieving look. With nothing else said, Padma bolted from the room and left.
When Harry arrived in Gryffindor common room, Hermione was sitting by the fire, doing, what else, her homework. She looked up and smiled at Harry, and they kissed with a brief peck on the lips. "What did you need to see Tonks about?"
"Oh, just my costume. A little part of it. There are certain spells that she is more familiar with than any teacher. Well except probably McGonagall and Dumbledore, but they are to be kept out of the loop for now." His smile was mischevious, and it reminded Hermione of the one she had seen on Harry's father in the pictures she had posted in his book. It also looked like the one Fred and George had just before a prank.
"Okay Potter," she said in a playful mock-strict voice. You are going to tell me what you have planned for this thing."
"Sorry, love, top secret. Can't tell ya."
"Hmmm," Hermione purred. "Maybe I can find a way to drag it out of you.
Harry raised a brow, and smiled. He knew that she was waiting for a truly romantic moment to share there first deep kiss. Harry was always pleased to see that the emerald glowed just a bit brighter everyday. He sat next to her on the couch and fell asleep with Lily curled in his lap, Hermione leaning on him, and Orion on his shoulder. Only Orion was awake.
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okay that is it. Now I need to remind you that I am accepting ideas for costumes to scare people. The only rules are, you have to tell me a specific person, why they chose it, and it cannot be an entire body glamour spell (that is to say one spell to change them completely into something else) they can use glamour spells to change aspects of themselves, but that is it. Oh and as I said before, Harry is off limits.
Anthony: thank you
Dreamer: thank you
Can I ask that Reviewers are more specific about what the like or dislike. I appreciate that you think the story is great, but it will be more effective for me to grow as a writer if I know what is write and what is wrong. Also I like to respond to my reviewers, and you guys don't give me much to respond to.
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara
Crushes
Harry looked at the people he had asked to meet him here in Madame Hooch's office. There was Madame Hooch herself, Ron, and Prof. McGonagall. They all stared at him expectantly. It was two weeks after the broom race, and Madame Hooch had said something a week ago that got Harry thinking. That was why Harry had asked them to come together. He began, "I asked you here today because I have made a decision and you are the people who need to be informed about it. It is not one I came to easily, or happily. I thought about it a great deal. I cannot accept the position of captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, because I have decided not to return to the Gryffindor quidditch team."
Ron was on his feet in an instant asking Harry if he was crazy, but Prof. McGonagall silenced him with a hand and asked, "May I ask why Harry?"
"Well," he began, trying to summarize the billion and one reasons he had. "I don't think I would be able to focus completely for starters. You know with all that's going on; Voldemort's return," a the mention of his name Ron shuddered, Prof. McGonagall's eye twitched, and Madame Hooch let out a terrified squeak, "And my godfather's death, and a new relationship. Also I have rather a lot of responsibility as it is. My grades need drastic improvement, I have the D.A. to run, I have Occlumency to practice, and just being me. Also there is something that I would like to reserve time for."
"What," Madame Hooch pressed, "Is this thing you want to reserve time for?"
"Well, not so much what as a who. I am beginning my first serious relationship with someone that I truly don't want to lose. My best friend, Hermione Granger. I'm sorry if all this seems selfish. But this is really how I feel.
"Harry," said Prof. McGonagall gently, "You have put a great amount of thought inot your decision. The only part of this that seems selfish, is setting apart time for Miss Granger, and in that category," she said the next with a playful twinkle in her eye, "it is expected that teenagers be selfish."
"I also ask," Harry continued, "That Ron be made captain." Ron's eyes went wide and he opened his mouth, but said nothing.
"I believe that's reasonable," said Madame Hooch. "Harry, you are one of the best flyers Hogwart's has ever had. It is a pity to see you retire, but you have been on the quidditch team longer than anyone I suppose."
With that Madame Hooch and Prof. McGonagall left the room. Harry looked at Ron, expecting the worst. Ron shook his head and said, "Harry, are you recommending me because I am your mate?"
"No," Harry said firmly, "I am recommending you because I think you have a passion and a knowledge about quidditch. You know how to play each position and are willing to work to be better. I chose you because I believe that you would do better than Oliver Wood did." Ron was so moved by his friends speech that he forgot all masculinity and hugged him.
Later that day, was another of the more impromptu D.A. meetings. The Room of requirement had become a common room for all those members of the D.A. who liked talking and chatting with members of other houses. This meant Harry, Hermione, Neville, Ron, Padma, Luna, Blaise, Korana, and Ginny could easily be found there, if the room were easy to find. At the moment, Harry was sitting with his back against couch with Hermione sitting between his legs and his arms around her. both of them were talking with Blaise who sat across in an armchair alternating between looking at them and keeping an eye on Korana, who was practicing with Dennis Creevey. On open days everyone just kind of helped everyone.
Blaise steeled his courage, swallowed his pride and said, "Okay Gryffindor," his name for Harry, "How do I get a girl to like me?"
Harry was taken aback, he really didn't think that he was the person to be asked about this. "Well, it depends on the girl I guess. Hermione, why don't you help him with this."
"Who's the girl?" asked Hermione.
"Erm . . . I'd rather not say." Blaise shifted uncomfortably, as he considered bolting from the room. "You'll think I'm an idiot."
"Blaise, we don't think you're an idiot," Hermione reassured firmly.
"Speak for yourself sweets," Harry quipped. Hermione hit him playfully and Blaise smiled at the joke.
"Come on Blaise, don't make me get Korana to get it out of you." In the last two weeks, they had found that Korana could get Blaise to do virtually anything, much the way Ginny could get Ron and the twins to do anything.
"Alright, but you will think I am pathetic."
Harry looked at him sternly, "Listen you are the only person in this school who can come close to out flying me . . ."
"Can out fly you," Blaise corrected.
"You are not pathetic is the point."
"Fine. I have a crush on pnsee prknsn"
"Sorry speak up, I didn't quite hear that," Hermione said with a hand to her ear.
"Pansy Parkinson, are ya happy?"
"Pansy?" Harry asked. "Pansy? I mean sure she has a nice figure," he was hit by Hermione, "but she has no mind. She is just a Malfoy zealot."
Blaise shook his head, "No man. She is an artist. A con-artist, but an artist. She is manipulative, cunning, devious, sly, sneaky . . ."
"We're waiting for her good qualities," said Harry.
"Those are them!" Blaise said. "You have to understand, she has been playing Malfoy since first-year. She made him fake the Hippogriff incident. She made him make that song, "Weasly is our king." She has played him like a fiddle. And she is sharp she got 13 O.W.L.'s. She has been bragging about them all month."
Harry and Hermione traded looks of surprise at Pansy's apparent intelligence. Blaise continued, "The only reason she dated Malfoy is that she gets off on power, prestige and of course, Money. She dropped Malfoy at the end of last year when his daddy got stripped of title and money." He said the last rubbing his fingers together. "I wouldn't mind showing her what a joy real love can be, but she doesn't even talk to me. You see she knew from the get-go that I had a half-Muggle little sister. She promised not to tell, but she stayed away from me because she knew I would end up the Slytherin pariah."
"You have it bad," Harry said. "Your only choice is to ask her out. One of the Balls or something."
Blaise shrugged. Harry looked at his watch and said, "I gotta go. I set up an appointment with Tonks." He gave Hermione a quick peck on the lips, and waved to his friends, and was out the door.
After a one hour session with Tonks he was packing his wand back up and shoving a slip of parchment with a spell on it into his pocket. "Thanks," he said, "By the way, are you going to chaperone the Autumn Ball?"
"I thought about it," she replied, "But I wouldn't have a date."
"What about Remus?" Harry asked, expecting just that answer.
"Remus," repeated Tonks, with a pink tint she did not intend spreading across her face. "Remus wouldn't go out with me. He has to be way too old. Not to mention way to smart for me."
"I know Remus looks fifty," Harry said, "But he is actually only 32."
"Hmm," Tonks said under her breath, "Only three years older."
"And I know for a fact that he is interested in you. Remember he knows you well enough to help me get that wand holster."
"Oh, that's just how sweet Remus is," she said dismissively, "He thinks of everyone but himself first."
"Well it was an idea," Harry said. With that he left.
Meanwhile back at the D.A.
"Whoo," said Ginny in an exhausted tone, "that was a work-out."
"You bet," said her work-out partner, Padma Patil. They had been practicing dodging spells, so they were using basic glamour spells, much like Himura-Sensei had used in their training.
"I am so glad this room provides a shower room," said Ginny as she slipped into the women's shower room provided by the Room of Requirement. She looked over at Padma, who was slightly pale, "Are you coming?"
Padma shook a little and said, "Um, no. I think I will just shower in the Ravenclaw common room."
"Why?" asked Ginny, "You can have clothes appear here instantly."
"Erm . . . er . . ." then beside her on a table a sheet of paper appeared and Padma picked it up and read it aloud, "Because I have a special medicated shampoo that I don't believe the castle can properly reproduce." She looked at Ginny who was giving her a disbelieving look. With nothing else said, Padma bolted from the room and left.
When Harry arrived in Gryffindor common room, Hermione was sitting by the fire, doing, what else, her homework. She looked up and smiled at Harry, and they kissed with a brief peck on the lips. "What did you need to see Tonks about?"
"Oh, just my costume. A little part of it. There are certain spells that she is more familiar with than any teacher. Well except probably McGonagall and Dumbledore, but they are to be kept out of the loop for now." His smile was mischevious, and it reminded Hermione of the one she had seen on Harry's father in the pictures she had posted in his book. It also looked like the one Fred and George had just before a prank.
"Okay Potter," she said in a playful mock-strict voice. You are going to tell me what you have planned for this thing."
"Sorry, love, top secret. Can't tell ya."
"Hmmm," Hermione purred. "Maybe I can find a way to drag it out of you.
Harry raised a brow, and smiled. He knew that she was waiting for a truly romantic moment to share there first deep kiss. Harry was always pleased to see that the emerald glowed just a bit brighter everyday. He sat next to her on the couch and fell asleep with Lily curled in his lap, Hermione leaning on him, and Orion on his shoulder. Only Orion was awake.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
okay that is it. Now I need to remind you that I am accepting ideas for costumes to scare people. The only rules are, you have to tell me a specific person, why they chose it, and it cannot be an entire body glamour spell (that is to say one spell to change them completely into something else) they can use glamour spells to change aspects of themselves, but that is it. Oh and as I said before, Harry is off limits.