And I am back again. This, as I said last time, is one of my most popular
stories. Okay responses;
A.M. Bookworm: glad you are still on board. First I need to correct you, a siren is a hideous creature that is part bird, but you are right about the voice. Second: No, Pansy will not be nice, but frankly that is exactly how Blaise wants her.
Death's Shadow: no, no one is sick enough to come as Moldy-Wart. And thought Snape will be pranked, it will have nothing to do with his costume. A Marauder rides again!!
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara
Boo
Harry became less and less sociable as Halloween approached. He had sent Hedwig to Quality Quidditch Supplies in Hogsmeade, but no none knew what she had brought back. Also he had been spending a lot of time using his remembrob, and other such ways of seeing and hearing his parents. He did everything short of finding a dementor to see and hear his father. "It's probably the anniversary of his parents death getting to him," Hermione speculated one evening. Finally the day had come. Students practically barricaded themselves in their dorms or empty classrooms so that they could change into costumes without anybody noticing. Luna had practically gone missing.
At thirty minutes to the Ball, and almost time of the contest, Harry rushed down the stairs and saw Hermione in front of a mirror in the common room putting on make-up. "Hermione!" he called.
"Harry, why aren't you ready?" she asked. Harry apparently hadn't changed a thing about himself.
"Hermione," Harry said in an excited tone, "I am going to have to meet you in the Great Hall. I am making a bit of an entrance."
"Alright Harry, but what about a costume . .." but he had already run off again. Ron said later that he had grabbed his Firebolt, and a couple of things from his bed and was out the window.
Hermione enchanted her teeth into fangs, she was going as a vampire. And Ron glamoured his hands to look like rotting flesh and practiced his raspy breathing, he was going as a dementor. With that they left. The Great Hall was alive with all sorts of costumes. Hagrid had arrived in an augmented pillow case and had someone enlarge his ears. He had come as a house-elf. McGonagall had arrived in her animagus form, a cat, but with a specially tailored hat and cloak. Snape had not bothered to wear a costume at all. Which was unfortunate as Prof. Dumbledore had glamoured away his beard, slicked back his hair with grease and died it black, he removed his half-moon spectacles and come as Prof. Snape. It was a rather eerie sight to see the two standing side by side.
Neville had dressed all in green and enchanted himself to glow green, and coloured his face green and said he was the Killing Curse. The part was hopping, when Prof. Dumbledore announced it was time for the judging. As he announced each name the student came up with their best attempt to scare. Most of them had not even entered the Great Hall until their name was called.
Just as Dumbledore was about to call Harry's name, a voice was heard outside one of the windows. "I got it! I got it Padfoot!" with a crash a figure came through the glass and landed, laughing in a heap on the floor. He thrust up his hand triumphantly showing the snitch imprisoned therein. He threw back his head and laughed. He messed his hair and looked at the person closest to him; Neville. "Here ya go Wormtail," he said and pressed the snitch into Neville's green hand. Every portrait and ghost in attendance stared at the figure. They took in the hair (black and constantly messy), the glasses (black and large), the eyes (warm brown), the Head-Boy badge glittering on his chest. His voice. And the names he spoke and the way he walked. Every ghost screamed and flew out threw the nearest wall. The portraits duplicated their panic and fled into frames not in the Great Hall.
Peeves chose that moment to float up into the party he had been planning to crash. "What happened?" he asked. He fixed his eyes on the figure, and phantom tears came to his eyes. "PRONGS!!!" he yelled in terror, and flew out of the Hall. Harry was quite happy with the effect his costume was having. He began to wander around, the students murmuring about his lack of costumes, the adults seemingly scared witless. He walked up behind the real Snape and slapped him on the back, "So how's it going Snivillus?"
Snape turned with a start. His eyes shot wide in fear, then slow realization settled in. he opened his mouth, "Potter, Harry Potter." Harry nodded and bowed. Snape continued his rant, "Twenty points . . . ."
"Added to Gryffindor," Dumbledore interrupted. "for the most effective, yet simplest costume. Wouldn't you agree Severus?" Snape muttered something non-committal, and stormed off. Then at the entrance to the Great Hall a small voice made a small noise.
"hem, hem" was the noise made by the girlish voice. "I do believe that this festivity has yet to meet the approval of the Hogwart's High Inquisitor."
Many students screamed as they all looked upon the toadish form of Prof. Umbridge. Prof. Umbridge marched up to Prof. Dumbledore and handed him a parchment. She then turned around, facing the pale frightened faces of the students and smiled. She reached up to her neck and pulled straight up. Her entire head pivoted at the back and stood open like a lid. There, where her head had been, was the smiling head of Luna Lovegood. Her dreamy smile seems to ask what everyone is staring at. Mean while the head of Prof. Umbridge is still saying things such as "Hem, hem," or "Excuse me but I am the Hogwart's High Inquisitor."
Dumbledore finally called all the students to order and announced the winners. "We have a tie. The teachers and other staff have decided that the winners are Harry Potter and Luna Lovegood!" the crowd went wild as Harry and Luna made their ways back up to the main stage. Prof. Dumbledore continued, "Their reward will be tomorrow off of lessons with the person of their choice. They are also allowed to go into Hogsmeade." Immediately hundreds of students began calling to Harry and Luna to be the "person of their choice."
Luna called out "Neville Longbottom," in a way that might have one thinking that she was mentioning him in casual conversation.
Harry was torn, Ron was his best friend and he didn't get to spend enough time with him lately, but Hermione was his girlfriend now and that did leave him with certain responsibilities, and then there were his newer friends; Padma and Blaise. Eventually his heart and hormones won out and he said, "Hermione Granger." Ron smiled and Hermione actually squealed with delight.
The rest of the night was a whirlwind of dancing and laughter. Harry vaguely remembered that at some point I the night Luna lead Neville out of the Great Hall. Blaise had come as the most frightening thing he could think of, a Teletubby. Korana had dressed up as a Muggle idea of a witch, her face bewitched to be green, and a plastic nose (care of WWW disguises division) and also a nice wart. A sarcastic hat completed her look.
Blaise actually got Pansy to dance with him, but she made rude comments through out the dance. Of course Blaise returned them. Harry offered his condolences after he saw what happened but Blaise said, "what are you talking about, that was great!"
Padma would have remained seated the entire night had Hermione and Ginny not grabbed her third hand (She had come as the giant squid), and literally drug her onto the dance floor where they, Harry, Ron, Korana, and Blaise were all dancing in a group.
Prof. Dumbledore ended the Ball with announcements on the next one. "Change of date. It will occur on the last night before holidays so that students may enjoy it, and still spend the holidays with their families. Also if you wish to have a date attend who does not attend Hogwart's, please see your head of house. That is all, now for one last dance."
A nice slow song began playing and Harry and Hermione pressed close as they danced. It was their first slow dance as a couple. She seemed to fit perfectly into his chest, and her contours seemed to be made for his arms. As Harry and Hermione danced, Ginny and Padma sat down an watched. Ginny said, "So about that next dance . . ."
"Yes," said Padma drearily.
"Do you think I might convince a certain older guy to go with me?" Ginny was afraid Padma might think she meant Harry.
Padma looked at Ginny, closed her eyes for a moment, and they looked at her again and said, "Yes. I think Oliver wood would go with you."
"How did you know?" asked Ginny incredulously.
"I'm good at that sort of thing." Padma looked out onto the floor.
It was then that both Harry and Hermione noticed that Tonks was chaperoning the dance, and doing the slow dance with none other than Remus. In the end, everyone said it was a great Ball. Even Ron had to admit he had enjoyed it. But the second he got up in the morning he went to go send an owl that he wouldn't tell anybody about.
It was at midnight though that the Gryffindor sixth year boys got a shock as Neville came in to the dormitory, two hours late, disheveled, most of the green remove from his face, and his expression a mixture of confusion and amazement. All he could mutter as the other boys helped him to sit on his bed was, "Lovegood by name, Love very good by reputation."
"You don't think that he and Luna . . . ." Ron began.
"Mate I would say no, but with Luna . . ." Harry didn't have to say more. She was an odd girl. Neville woke up the next morning and didn't say anything more than that Luna was his girlfriend. The only other clue was that Luna and Padma always snickered when they walked by Moaning Myrtle's lavatory. No one was exactly jumping to ask Myrtle of course.
A.M. Bookworm: glad you are still on board. First I need to correct you, a siren is a hideous creature that is part bird, but you are right about the voice. Second: No, Pansy will not be nice, but frankly that is exactly how Blaise wants her.
Death's Shadow: no, no one is sick enough to come as Moldy-Wart. And thought Snape will be pranked, it will have nothing to do with his costume. A Marauder rides again!!
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara
Boo
Harry became less and less sociable as Halloween approached. He had sent Hedwig to Quality Quidditch Supplies in Hogsmeade, but no none knew what she had brought back. Also he had been spending a lot of time using his remembrob, and other such ways of seeing and hearing his parents. He did everything short of finding a dementor to see and hear his father. "It's probably the anniversary of his parents death getting to him," Hermione speculated one evening. Finally the day had come. Students practically barricaded themselves in their dorms or empty classrooms so that they could change into costumes without anybody noticing. Luna had practically gone missing.
At thirty minutes to the Ball, and almost time of the contest, Harry rushed down the stairs and saw Hermione in front of a mirror in the common room putting on make-up. "Hermione!" he called.
"Harry, why aren't you ready?" she asked. Harry apparently hadn't changed a thing about himself.
"Hermione," Harry said in an excited tone, "I am going to have to meet you in the Great Hall. I am making a bit of an entrance."
"Alright Harry, but what about a costume . .." but he had already run off again. Ron said later that he had grabbed his Firebolt, and a couple of things from his bed and was out the window.
Hermione enchanted her teeth into fangs, she was going as a vampire. And Ron glamoured his hands to look like rotting flesh and practiced his raspy breathing, he was going as a dementor. With that they left. The Great Hall was alive with all sorts of costumes. Hagrid had arrived in an augmented pillow case and had someone enlarge his ears. He had come as a house-elf. McGonagall had arrived in her animagus form, a cat, but with a specially tailored hat and cloak. Snape had not bothered to wear a costume at all. Which was unfortunate as Prof. Dumbledore had glamoured away his beard, slicked back his hair with grease and died it black, he removed his half-moon spectacles and come as Prof. Snape. It was a rather eerie sight to see the two standing side by side.
Neville had dressed all in green and enchanted himself to glow green, and coloured his face green and said he was the Killing Curse. The part was hopping, when Prof. Dumbledore announced it was time for the judging. As he announced each name the student came up with their best attempt to scare. Most of them had not even entered the Great Hall until their name was called.
Just as Dumbledore was about to call Harry's name, a voice was heard outside one of the windows. "I got it! I got it Padfoot!" with a crash a figure came through the glass and landed, laughing in a heap on the floor. He thrust up his hand triumphantly showing the snitch imprisoned therein. He threw back his head and laughed. He messed his hair and looked at the person closest to him; Neville. "Here ya go Wormtail," he said and pressed the snitch into Neville's green hand. Every portrait and ghost in attendance stared at the figure. They took in the hair (black and constantly messy), the glasses (black and large), the eyes (warm brown), the Head-Boy badge glittering on his chest. His voice. And the names he spoke and the way he walked. Every ghost screamed and flew out threw the nearest wall. The portraits duplicated their panic and fled into frames not in the Great Hall.
Peeves chose that moment to float up into the party he had been planning to crash. "What happened?" he asked. He fixed his eyes on the figure, and phantom tears came to his eyes. "PRONGS!!!" he yelled in terror, and flew out of the Hall. Harry was quite happy with the effect his costume was having. He began to wander around, the students murmuring about his lack of costumes, the adults seemingly scared witless. He walked up behind the real Snape and slapped him on the back, "So how's it going Snivillus?"
Snape turned with a start. His eyes shot wide in fear, then slow realization settled in. he opened his mouth, "Potter, Harry Potter." Harry nodded and bowed. Snape continued his rant, "Twenty points . . . ."
"Added to Gryffindor," Dumbledore interrupted. "for the most effective, yet simplest costume. Wouldn't you agree Severus?" Snape muttered something non-committal, and stormed off. Then at the entrance to the Great Hall a small voice made a small noise.
"hem, hem" was the noise made by the girlish voice. "I do believe that this festivity has yet to meet the approval of the Hogwart's High Inquisitor."
Many students screamed as they all looked upon the toadish form of Prof. Umbridge. Prof. Umbridge marched up to Prof. Dumbledore and handed him a parchment. She then turned around, facing the pale frightened faces of the students and smiled. She reached up to her neck and pulled straight up. Her entire head pivoted at the back and stood open like a lid. There, where her head had been, was the smiling head of Luna Lovegood. Her dreamy smile seems to ask what everyone is staring at. Mean while the head of Prof. Umbridge is still saying things such as "Hem, hem," or "Excuse me but I am the Hogwart's High Inquisitor."
Dumbledore finally called all the students to order and announced the winners. "We have a tie. The teachers and other staff have decided that the winners are Harry Potter and Luna Lovegood!" the crowd went wild as Harry and Luna made their ways back up to the main stage. Prof. Dumbledore continued, "Their reward will be tomorrow off of lessons with the person of their choice. They are also allowed to go into Hogsmeade." Immediately hundreds of students began calling to Harry and Luna to be the "person of their choice."
Luna called out "Neville Longbottom," in a way that might have one thinking that she was mentioning him in casual conversation.
Harry was torn, Ron was his best friend and he didn't get to spend enough time with him lately, but Hermione was his girlfriend now and that did leave him with certain responsibilities, and then there were his newer friends; Padma and Blaise. Eventually his heart and hormones won out and he said, "Hermione Granger." Ron smiled and Hermione actually squealed with delight.
The rest of the night was a whirlwind of dancing and laughter. Harry vaguely remembered that at some point I the night Luna lead Neville out of the Great Hall. Blaise had come as the most frightening thing he could think of, a Teletubby. Korana had dressed up as a Muggle idea of a witch, her face bewitched to be green, and a plastic nose (care of WWW disguises division) and also a nice wart. A sarcastic hat completed her look.
Blaise actually got Pansy to dance with him, but she made rude comments through out the dance. Of course Blaise returned them. Harry offered his condolences after he saw what happened but Blaise said, "what are you talking about, that was great!"
Padma would have remained seated the entire night had Hermione and Ginny not grabbed her third hand (She had come as the giant squid), and literally drug her onto the dance floor where they, Harry, Ron, Korana, and Blaise were all dancing in a group.
Prof. Dumbledore ended the Ball with announcements on the next one. "Change of date. It will occur on the last night before holidays so that students may enjoy it, and still spend the holidays with their families. Also if you wish to have a date attend who does not attend Hogwart's, please see your head of house. That is all, now for one last dance."
A nice slow song began playing and Harry and Hermione pressed close as they danced. It was their first slow dance as a couple. She seemed to fit perfectly into his chest, and her contours seemed to be made for his arms. As Harry and Hermione danced, Ginny and Padma sat down an watched. Ginny said, "So about that next dance . . ."
"Yes," said Padma drearily.
"Do you think I might convince a certain older guy to go with me?" Ginny was afraid Padma might think she meant Harry.
Padma looked at Ginny, closed her eyes for a moment, and they looked at her again and said, "Yes. I think Oliver wood would go with you."
"How did you know?" asked Ginny incredulously.
"I'm good at that sort of thing." Padma looked out onto the floor.
It was then that both Harry and Hermione noticed that Tonks was chaperoning the dance, and doing the slow dance with none other than Remus. In the end, everyone said it was a great Ball. Even Ron had to admit he had enjoyed it. But the second he got up in the morning he went to go send an owl that he wouldn't tell anybody about.
It was at midnight though that the Gryffindor sixth year boys got a shock as Neville came in to the dormitory, two hours late, disheveled, most of the green remove from his face, and his expression a mixture of confusion and amazement. All he could mutter as the other boys helped him to sit on his bed was, "Lovegood by name, Love very good by reputation."
"You don't think that he and Luna . . . ." Ron began.
"Mate I would say no, but with Luna . . ." Harry didn't have to say more. She was an odd girl. Neville woke up the next morning and didn't say anything more than that Luna was his girlfriend. The only other clue was that Luna and Padma always snickered when they walked by Moaning Myrtle's lavatory. No one was exactly jumping to ask Myrtle of course.