WARNING: FLUFF ALERT!! FLUFF ALERT! THIS IS A MAJOR FLUFF CHAPTER! You have
been warned Alrighty, responses!
A.M. Bookworm: Well Harry is always being told how much he looks like his old man, so he put it to the test. Luna was the only person I could think of who could enchant an entire head to spout lines (Remember her Gryffindor hat). Oh, and we get more Pansy/Blaise stuff soon. But it will be one twisted relationship.
DaBear: even if she does, she holds many more secrets than that. Shhh.
Anthony: you know I love you, but in my defense I also said that Nagini wasn't an actual snake, or rather Orion said that. Thus the term "anaconda" was an intentional misnomer. And yes it is true that I was inspired to that joke by Austin Powers II, but in my defense I think that JKR was inspired to the name by that movie. (J/K)
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara
Early Christmas Presents
Ron sent more letters in the month of November than anyone had ever seen him send before. It got to the point where the ever energetic Pig, was refusing because he was too tired. Yet he refused to tell anybody what was going on. Twice he spent two hours, VOLUNTARILY, in McGonagall's office. No Hermione and Harry were beginning to suspect he was ill. But he always reassured them. November passed quickly, the entire school was buzzing. Hogsmeade weekends were spent looking at dress robes, and discussing ideas for gifts. Harry happily noted that every Hogsmeade weekend he found Tonks and Remus in the back of the Three Broomsticks, sipping butterbeers and laughing. Once, Harry was sure, he had even see them holding hands.
It was on a walk on a winter's day that things changed a bit for Harry. He was walking arm in arm with Hermione. Her Herbology class had been canceled because of the snow, and he had a free period. The snow fell giving them a magical feeling. They were on the edge of the forest, and Harry turned around to face Hermione. "Hermione," he said. He swallowed a lump in his throat, "there is something I need to tell you about your necklace." Harry had yet to tell her what made the emerald glow, yet she had worn it every day since she had received it.
"What about it Harry?"
"Well, you see . . . there is a reason that the stone glows. You see, it glows when the person that the wearer loves is near." Harry looked away as she gazed intently at him. "I didn't think it would glow the second you put it on, and from then on I had been afraid of what you would say."
Hermione turned his face toward hers with her hand and said, "This is what I say." With that she kissed him, the most deep and passionate kiss either of them had ever had. That either of them had ever seen for that matter. Harry thought he might never be able to breath again, but as long as Hermione was there, that didn't matter. When they finally broke the kiss they looked into each others' eyes. The lightly falling snow stuck in Hermione and Harry's hair. He brushed a bange from her face and kissed her more gently this time. She laid her head on his chest, but the tender moment was rudely broken.
The sound of an explosion and a scuffle came from a nearby outcropping of forest shrubbery. Harry and Hermione had their wands out and approached with caution. When they cleared the foliage they saw a figure lying heaped on the ground. Harry turned it over to find the tell- tale mask of a Death-Eater. He looked and saw a set of foot prints leading away. The Death-Eater had been savagely beaten, and the foot prints were human, (ruling out Harry's first instinct of a Centaur attack), and far too small for any man (Much less Hagrid). Hermione looked at him. Then suddenly screamed as the Death-Eater brought up his wand hand for a curse. Harry grabbed the wand hand at the wrist and squeezed with all his might, forcing him to drop the wand. Then he delivered a crushing blow to the mask hidden face.
"Harry," gasped Hermione, "Look at his hand." The hand that Harry was crushing appeared to be wearing a glove made from quicksilver. In fact, Harry realized straight away, the entire had seemed to be made of a living silver. He looked back at the mask, which had shattered when Harry punched him. Slowly the bits of the mask fell away, revealing the unconscious body of Peter "Wormtail" Pettigrew. A fire blazed in Harry's eyes. He pointed his wand at the body of the rat-man, and Hermione grabbed it and looked into his eyes for a moment.
"Hermione," Harry said quietly, "Go to Prof. Dumbledore and tell him that Peter Pettigrew has been found on the grounds. I'll be bringing him up. With that he waved his wand and said, "Loco Mortis corpus" and Wormtail lifted into the air and Harry slowly began to pull him back to the castle.
"Do the right thing Harry," Hermione said as she began to head toward the castle, faster than Harry could.
Harry thought to himself, "No, I cant do the right thing. I have to bring him to Dumbledore. If I didn't let Sirius and Remus do the "right thing" then I cant either." He slowly brought Wormtail up the steps and toward the hospital wing. "Wait," called Dumbledore's unmistakable voice.
"To the dungeon Harry. Severus will be questioning him." Harry grinned at the way Dumbledore had said "questioning", as if intoning that there would be a little more than Veritaserum given to Pettigrew.
Once Pettigrew was confined to a dungeon cell, Harry began thinking about the footprints he'd seen. They were far too small to belong to Pettigrew. They were the size of a woman's feet.
Harry never received an answer to his question. And December passed almost as quickly as November. It was the beginning of the last week before holiday, and breakfast seemed to be made a major ordeal of. Dumbledore was suspending lessons so that everyone was in the Great Hall as he made an announcement. "Over the last two years we have talked about togetherness. We have said that we need to be one as a people, wizards. But in truth we need to be one as a species; humans. We need to accept all people, whether their differences be in the way they thing, they way they look, the content of their blood, or whether or not they are magical. So in this spirit, and at the request of one of our own students, Hogwart's school of Witchcraft and Wizardry is proud to welcome its first Muggle guest!" a low rumble of whispers of disbelief spread the through the Great Hall. Harry looked to Hermione and Ron, thinking that as prefects they would have heard of this. Hermione shook her head, but Ron simply blushed until he looked like a tomato on fire, with his hair.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, bringing everyone to order once more and he continued. "To mark this are making her an honorary student. Which means," He gestured to the side entrance where Prof. McGonagall was brining out the sorting hat, "She must be sorted. So Prof. McGonagall if you would please . . ."
Just as she did with first years, Prof. McGonagall pulled out a scroll and read a name. "Rowling, Jennifer". Hermione's eyes went to the size of a quaffle as she watched her Muggle best friend walk in the room and wave nervously.
Jenny took a seat on the stool, and Prof. McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on her head and in twelve seconds time it called out "Gryffindor!"
Jenny stood nervously as she waited for the reaction. In thirty seconds, as everyone's minds caught up to the situation, the reaction came. Gryffindor table exploded in welcome. Jenny blushed as she made her way to sit beside her best friend. She gave Hermione a tight hug, and Harry a loose one. Then she turned to Ron, and Hermione and Harry watched in amazement as she kissed him for all she was worth. She sat down between Hermione and Ron, with Harry across from Hermione. People came by constantly to congratulate her.
After a brief interrogation Jenny told Harry and Hermione about how she and Ron had wound up snogging at the end of Harry's birthday party, and they had written each other constantly since. Ron had gone to Prof. McGonagall to see if it was even possible for her to come, and after talking to Prof. Dumbledore (who almost insisted she come) it was all arranged. She would spend the week with them, and head back with Hermione on the Hogwart's Express.
For the rest of the morning there wasn't a single smile at the Slytherin table. Jenny became the center of attention, thus shedding a good bit on Ron. It wasn't until they got to Hermione's first class, Potions, that they got their next surprise. Their next surprise was that Hermione and Jenny, studied the Potions text before every year, and Hermione gave her old text books to Jenny. Thus Jenny knew the theory as well as at least a fifth year.
This did not sit well with Snape. First he took points from Gryffindor because Jenny got questions right faster than Harry or Neville, his reasoning was they should be able to answer better than a Muggle. Then he took points from Gryffindor when she corrected Crabbe, who had been brewing his potion wrong. Then in charms, Prof. Flitwick gave her a practice wand that he usually let first years practice with, it wouldn't do anything even if she was a witch, but it practically made her jump up and down.
Defense Against the Dark Arts was the one subject that day she could participate in. Himura-sensei never taught charms or spells, he taught ways to defend and survive without a wand (or wandless spell casting). Today they were beginning kendo; Japanese fencing with long wooden poles. He said that she showed good talent.
She loved Potions, even if the teacher hated her, and Herbology. She detested Astronomy, Arithmancy, and Transfigurations (mostly because she thought they were too much like normal classes. The weeks lessons in Transfigurations were all theory). She had a ball in Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures. She had never watered a daffodil that could water back. And when she came face to face with a unicorn and niffler, she just about lost it.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione showed her around the castle and introduced her to the ghosts, all of whom greeted her warmly (except the Bloody Baron) and politely, (except Peeves). Dean Tomas and Seamus Finnegan introduced her to the genius of Ron's brothers' items; all of Gryffindor tower was terrorized by Canary Creams and Ton-Tongue Toffees. To bring her first day to a perfect end, she got a tandem broom ride with her boyfriend at sunset.
A.M. Bookworm: Well Harry is always being told how much he looks like his old man, so he put it to the test. Luna was the only person I could think of who could enchant an entire head to spout lines (Remember her Gryffindor hat). Oh, and we get more Pansy/Blaise stuff soon. But it will be one twisted relationship.
DaBear: even if she does, she holds many more secrets than that. Shhh.
Anthony: you know I love you, but in my defense I also said that Nagini wasn't an actual snake, or rather Orion said that. Thus the term "anaconda" was an intentional misnomer. And yes it is true that I was inspired to that joke by Austin Powers II, but in my defense I think that JKR was inspired to the name by that movie. (J/K)
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara
Early Christmas Presents
Ron sent more letters in the month of November than anyone had ever seen him send before. It got to the point where the ever energetic Pig, was refusing because he was too tired. Yet he refused to tell anybody what was going on. Twice he spent two hours, VOLUNTARILY, in McGonagall's office. No Hermione and Harry were beginning to suspect he was ill. But he always reassured them. November passed quickly, the entire school was buzzing. Hogsmeade weekends were spent looking at dress robes, and discussing ideas for gifts. Harry happily noted that every Hogsmeade weekend he found Tonks and Remus in the back of the Three Broomsticks, sipping butterbeers and laughing. Once, Harry was sure, he had even see them holding hands.
It was on a walk on a winter's day that things changed a bit for Harry. He was walking arm in arm with Hermione. Her Herbology class had been canceled because of the snow, and he had a free period. The snow fell giving them a magical feeling. They were on the edge of the forest, and Harry turned around to face Hermione. "Hermione," he said. He swallowed a lump in his throat, "there is something I need to tell you about your necklace." Harry had yet to tell her what made the emerald glow, yet she had worn it every day since she had received it.
"What about it Harry?"
"Well, you see . . . there is a reason that the stone glows. You see, it glows when the person that the wearer loves is near." Harry looked away as she gazed intently at him. "I didn't think it would glow the second you put it on, and from then on I had been afraid of what you would say."
Hermione turned his face toward hers with her hand and said, "This is what I say." With that she kissed him, the most deep and passionate kiss either of them had ever had. That either of them had ever seen for that matter. Harry thought he might never be able to breath again, but as long as Hermione was there, that didn't matter. When they finally broke the kiss they looked into each others' eyes. The lightly falling snow stuck in Hermione and Harry's hair. He brushed a bange from her face and kissed her more gently this time. She laid her head on his chest, but the tender moment was rudely broken.
The sound of an explosion and a scuffle came from a nearby outcropping of forest shrubbery. Harry and Hermione had their wands out and approached with caution. When they cleared the foliage they saw a figure lying heaped on the ground. Harry turned it over to find the tell- tale mask of a Death-Eater. He looked and saw a set of foot prints leading away. The Death-Eater had been savagely beaten, and the foot prints were human, (ruling out Harry's first instinct of a Centaur attack), and far too small for any man (Much less Hagrid). Hermione looked at him. Then suddenly screamed as the Death-Eater brought up his wand hand for a curse. Harry grabbed the wand hand at the wrist and squeezed with all his might, forcing him to drop the wand. Then he delivered a crushing blow to the mask hidden face.
"Harry," gasped Hermione, "Look at his hand." The hand that Harry was crushing appeared to be wearing a glove made from quicksilver. In fact, Harry realized straight away, the entire had seemed to be made of a living silver. He looked back at the mask, which had shattered when Harry punched him. Slowly the bits of the mask fell away, revealing the unconscious body of Peter "Wormtail" Pettigrew. A fire blazed in Harry's eyes. He pointed his wand at the body of the rat-man, and Hermione grabbed it and looked into his eyes for a moment.
"Hermione," Harry said quietly, "Go to Prof. Dumbledore and tell him that Peter Pettigrew has been found on the grounds. I'll be bringing him up. With that he waved his wand and said, "Loco Mortis corpus" and Wormtail lifted into the air and Harry slowly began to pull him back to the castle.
"Do the right thing Harry," Hermione said as she began to head toward the castle, faster than Harry could.
Harry thought to himself, "No, I cant do the right thing. I have to bring him to Dumbledore. If I didn't let Sirius and Remus do the "right thing" then I cant either." He slowly brought Wormtail up the steps and toward the hospital wing. "Wait," called Dumbledore's unmistakable voice.
"To the dungeon Harry. Severus will be questioning him." Harry grinned at the way Dumbledore had said "questioning", as if intoning that there would be a little more than Veritaserum given to Pettigrew.
Once Pettigrew was confined to a dungeon cell, Harry began thinking about the footprints he'd seen. They were far too small to belong to Pettigrew. They were the size of a woman's feet.
Harry never received an answer to his question. And December passed almost as quickly as November. It was the beginning of the last week before holiday, and breakfast seemed to be made a major ordeal of. Dumbledore was suspending lessons so that everyone was in the Great Hall as he made an announcement. "Over the last two years we have talked about togetherness. We have said that we need to be one as a people, wizards. But in truth we need to be one as a species; humans. We need to accept all people, whether their differences be in the way they thing, they way they look, the content of their blood, or whether or not they are magical. So in this spirit, and at the request of one of our own students, Hogwart's school of Witchcraft and Wizardry is proud to welcome its first Muggle guest!" a low rumble of whispers of disbelief spread the through the Great Hall. Harry looked to Hermione and Ron, thinking that as prefects they would have heard of this. Hermione shook her head, but Ron simply blushed until he looked like a tomato on fire, with his hair.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, bringing everyone to order once more and he continued. "To mark this are making her an honorary student. Which means," He gestured to the side entrance where Prof. McGonagall was brining out the sorting hat, "She must be sorted. So Prof. McGonagall if you would please . . ."
Just as she did with first years, Prof. McGonagall pulled out a scroll and read a name. "Rowling, Jennifer". Hermione's eyes went to the size of a quaffle as she watched her Muggle best friend walk in the room and wave nervously.
Jenny took a seat on the stool, and Prof. McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on her head and in twelve seconds time it called out "Gryffindor!"
Jenny stood nervously as she waited for the reaction. In thirty seconds, as everyone's minds caught up to the situation, the reaction came. Gryffindor table exploded in welcome. Jenny blushed as she made her way to sit beside her best friend. She gave Hermione a tight hug, and Harry a loose one. Then she turned to Ron, and Hermione and Harry watched in amazement as she kissed him for all she was worth. She sat down between Hermione and Ron, with Harry across from Hermione. People came by constantly to congratulate her.
After a brief interrogation Jenny told Harry and Hermione about how she and Ron had wound up snogging at the end of Harry's birthday party, and they had written each other constantly since. Ron had gone to Prof. McGonagall to see if it was even possible for her to come, and after talking to Prof. Dumbledore (who almost insisted she come) it was all arranged. She would spend the week with them, and head back with Hermione on the Hogwart's Express.
For the rest of the morning there wasn't a single smile at the Slytherin table. Jenny became the center of attention, thus shedding a good bit on Ron. It wasn't until they got to Hermione's first class, Potions, that they got their next surprise. Their next surprise was that Hermione and Jenny, studied the Potions text before every year, and Hermione gave her old text books to Jenny. Thus Jenny knew the theory as well as at least a fifth year.
This did not sit well with Snape. First he took points from Gryffindor because Jenny got questions right faster than Harry or Neville, his reasoning was they should be able to answer better than a Muggle. Then he took points from Gryffindor when she corrected Crabbe, who had been brewing his potion wrong. Then in charms, Prof. Flitwick gave her a practice wand that he usually let first years practice with, it wouldn't do anything even if she was a witch, but it practically made her jump up and down.
Defense Against the Dark Arts was the one subject that day she could participate in. Himura-sensei never taught charms or spells, he taught ways to defend and survive without a wand (or wandless spell casting). Today they were beginning kendo; Japanese fencing with long wooden poles. He said that she showed good talent.
She loved Potions, even if the teacher hated her, and Herbology. She detested Astronomy, Arithmancy, and Transfigurations (mostly because she thought they were too much like normal classes. The weeks lessons in Transfigurations were all theory). She had a ball in Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures. She had never watered a daffodil that could water back. And when she came face to face with a unicorn and niffler, she just about lost it.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione showed her around the castle and introduced her to the ghosts, all of whom greeted her warmly (except the Bloody Baron) and politely, (except Peeves). Dean Tomas and Seamus Finnegan introduced her to the genius of Ron's brothers' items; all of Gryffindor tower was terrorized by Canary Creams and Ton-Tongue Toffees. To bring her first day to a perfect end, she got a tandem broom ride with her boyfriend at sunset.