Disclaimer: these characters are the ingenious creation of JKR; I'm just
playing around (tee hee) and David (you'll see in this chappie) is a real
person but you have to read the whole chapter to understand what is
happening
A/N: hey guys, thanks for the reviews elbereth, grrbaby, and madam-pyro even if my fan fics aren't as excellent or as funny as theirs. And I think there might be something wrong with fanfiction because if you search for my name, title or any new members pen names, it is unable to find them so I suggest you bookmark new member stories that you are hooked on. And I also suggest that you read fan fics by elbereth, grrbaby, and madam-pyro.
Chapter 2: Back at Hogwarts
She crept slowly through the corridors of Hogwarts with the high stone ceilings above her. Each step was carefully placed and logically set. She peeked around the corner over to the open door, the exit. She had made the decision to set herself free. The smell of freedom fuelled her slender legs to the finish. A few more steps and she would be there.. A hand had been placed on the door and pushed. The door slammed. *DAMN* she thought to herself.
"Where are you going, my sweet?" an all too familiar voice sounded from the owner of the hand. Her eyes narrowed, it was.. Filch.
*Must get out of here NOW!! * Her mind screamed just before Filch's hand moved from the door to grab hold of her and started stroking her back.
"Calm down my sweet, you can't go through that door. We'll go and sniff around elsewhere; there are no students around to give detentions," Filch chattered to her while holding her in his arms.
*Stop holding me so close, you ugly beast. This is so unhygienic* She thought to herself as Filch lifted her, her eyes level with his. He bent in towards her. His face coming closer to hers. *ARGH!! NOT AGAIN* She screamed inside. Filch's eyes closed slowly and his lips gradually pouted out towards hers. *NO!!!!! *
"Ahh, Argus, .. ohh .. Sorry for interrupting." Dumbledore strides in.
*No please interrupt* Her face pleaded.
"I see you have found Mrs Norris," Dumbledore continued, "The students have arrived and if you and Mrs Norris could make your way up for the sorting ceremony that would be most pleasant," with that Dumbledore grinned at the cat in Filch's arms, who looked a little distressed, and left for the Great Hall.
"Lets get you something to drink, shall we my sweet?" Filch grinned showing the rows of rotten decayed teeth that reeked the air around his mouth.
*It better be FULL CREAM milk* Mrs Norris licked her whiskers.
About the same time frame but different vicinity of Hogwarts an unexpected presence had come across a nervous Minerva McGonagall.
"Hello Minerva, long time no chat." a man approached with a very familiar accent.
"David, what a surprise.oh my..it's been 50 years since I last saw you, hasn't it?" Minerva responded quickly.
"Yes, yes, 50 long years without seeing your glorious face," David replied.
Minerva tilted her face towards the floor to hide the shade of her face while blushing. "I heard you have become quite famous in the muggle world, not getting in too much mischief, I hope, during your studies?"
"No, not at all, Minerva," David smiled immensely at the thought of mischief. "You know I've missed you all those years, all by myself, with no one to love."
"Surely David, you would have ceased your love for me all those years ago," she blushed at the reply.
"No, I'm still that love sick boy you fell in love with," He spoke aloud.
"Now is not a good time to mend broken hearts David," Minerva turned to face the door, which she would be marching through at the end of their conversation.
"Minerva. you know I still love you," David sounded as Minerva exited the room.
"Our history together wasn't all too positive, and I don't want to live the past again,"
"But this is the present, give us another chance," David produced puppy dog eyes.
"Well, if you don't mind I will be leaving to attend to the first years sorting ceremony, I am confident that you will be attending as well." Minerva left the room with thoughts still in her mind, *I do love you too, David, I still do* Minerva took a quick look a David standing in the room watching her as she left. His eyes pleading with hers, she looked away.
David watched the woman walk out of his sight and out of his world, "I'm not letting her get away again..not this time..I just need a help along.and what could be better than....." David trailed off with his excellent idea.
The Great Hall was crowed with students, old and new, for the Sorting Ceremony to commence and the delicious feast that accompanied after.
The first year's names were called and the sorting process begun with the Sorting Hat's ceremonial song.
Applause rang through the Hall when the sorting was completed.
"Welcome Students, to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Bobble! Squeal! Crackle! Flimsy!" Dumbledore smiled. Dumbledore watched David take his place on the teacher's table next to a very uncomfortable Professor McGonagall. "Ah yes I won't postpone you dinner any longer but this year it is my pleasure to introduce a celebrity teacher, Sir David Attenborough, who has been studying nature of the muggle world for the past 50 years. He will also be teaching the new topic of muggle studies."
"Thank you," Dumbledore sat back down. The Great Hall clapped and cheered. Dumbledore swished his arms above his head and the empty plates were soon piled with mouth-watering food. Ron, who was always first to the food, was already digging in.
"It is jolly good to see you again, David," Dumbledore got reacquainted with his old friend. "How has your magic powers been after 50 years of not being able to use them?"
"Quite rusty if I do say so myself, I'm just glad you didn't give me the job of anything that requires magic or I would have cause a lot more trouble than expected of me," David chuckled along with Dumbledore.
"Aren't you glad that David is back, Minerva?" questioned Dumbledore.
"Immensely," Minerva trying not to sound too sarcastic.
"Oh Minerva, you know David didn't mean to leave you for 50 years," Dumbledore explained.
"Yes I know, but I don't see why he didn't owl me about it," Minerva pointed her chin up high.
"Minerva you know I was undercover, I couldn't send owls, I couldn't do magic, I couldn't do anything, and it happened all of a sudden," David clarified. McGonagall obviously not impressed with David's reply.
*Those two are still not back together, maybe they need a helping hand, or might I say something along the lines of magic (tee hee)* Dumbledore sniggered.
~~
"Hello.. how do you do..ah hello first years. ahh. Harry, how do you do?" Nearly Headless Nick Griffindor house ghost drifted down the Griffindor table.
"I'm doing just fine, yourself?" Harry replied and grinned towards the ghost who was now floating in the middle of the table with half of his body below the table and the other half above.
"I'm great except that I was again rejected from the Headless hunt," he drifted down the table. Harry watched the ghost continue his greeting with Hermione and Ron.
Harry looked around the hall at familiar faces of his fellow students. His eyes narrowed as they made their way to the Slytherin table. Bloody Baron, Slytherin house ghost had taken the seat next to..Draco Malfoy. It was clear to Harry, the blonde Slytherin was unhappy about the seating arrangement. Harry smirked *it was good to be back. *
A/N: Hey peoples I hope you enjoyed that chappie please review. I'm tossing up an idea to do a Mrs Norris fanfic sometime in the future, what do you think about it?
A/N: hey guys, thanks for the reviews elbereth, grrbaby, and madam-pyro even if my fan fics aren't as excellent or as funny as theirs. And I think there might be something wrong with fanfiction because if you search for my name, title or any new members pen names, it is unable to find them so I suggest you bookmark new member stories that you are hooked on. And I also suggest that you read fan fics by elbereth, grrbaby, and madam-pyro.
Chapter 2: Back at Hogwarts
She crept slowly through the corridors of Hogwarts with the high stone ceilings above her. Each step was carefully placed and logically set. She peeked around the corner over to the open door, the exit. She had made the decision to set herself free. The smell of freedom fuelled her slender legs to the finish. A few more steps and she would be there.. A hand had been placed on the door and pushed. The door slammed. *DAMN* she thought to herself.
"Where are you going, my sweet?" an all too familiar voice sounded from the owner of the hand. Her eyes narrowed, it was.. Filch.
*Must get out of here NOW!! * Her mind screamed just before Filch's hand moved from the door to grab hold of her and started stroking her back.
"Calm down my sweet, you can't go through that door. We'll go and sniff around elsewhere; there are no students around to give detentions," Filch chattered to her while holding her in his arms.
*Stop holding me so close, you ugly beast. This is so unhygienic* She thought to herself as Filch lifted her, her eyes level with his. He bent in towards her. His face coming closer to hers. *ARGH!! NOT AGAIN* She screamed inside. Filch's eyes closed slowly and his lips gradually pouted out towards hers. *NO!!!!! *
"Ahh, Argus, .. ohh .. Sorry for interrupting." Dumbledore strides in.
*No please interrupt* Her face pleaded.
"I see you have found Mrs Norris," Dumbledore continued, "The students have arrived and if you and Mrs Norris could make your way up for the sorting ceremony that would be most pleasant," with that Dumbledore grinned at the cat in Filch's arms, who looked a little distressed, and left for the Great Hall.
"Lets get you something to drink, shall we my sweet?" Filch grinned showing the rows of rotten decayed teeth that reeked the air around his mouth.
*It better be FULL CREAM milk* Mrs Norris licked her whiskers.
About the same time frame but different vicinity of Hogwarts an unexpected presence had come across a nervous Minerva McGonagall.
"Hello Minerva, long time no chat." a man approached with a very familiar accent.
"David, what a surprise.oh my..it's been 50 years since I last saw you, hasn't it?" Minerva responded quickly.
"Yes, yes, 50 long years without seeing your glorious face," David replied.
Minerva tilted her face towards the floor to hide the shade of her face while blushing. "I heard you have become quite famous in the muggle world, not getting in too much mischief, I hope, during your studies?"
"No, not at all, Minerva," David smiled immensely at the thought of mischief. "You know I've missed you all those years, all by myself, with no one to love."
"Surely David, you would have ceased your love for me all those years ago," she blushed at the reply.
"No, I'm still that love sick boy you fell in love with," He spoke aloud.
"Now is not a good time to mend broken hearts David," Minerva turned to face the door, which she would be marching through at the end of their conversation.
"Minerva. you know I still love you," David sounded as Minerva exited the room.
"Our history together wasn't all too positive, and I don't want to live the past again,"
"But this is the present, give us another chance," David produced puppy dog eyes.
"Well, if you don't mind I will be leaving to attend to the first years sorting ceremony, I am confident that you will be attending as well." Minerva left the room with thoughts still in her mind, *I do love you too, David, I still do* Minerva took a quick look a David standing in the room watching her as she left. His eyes pleading with hers, she looked away.
David watched the woman walk out of his sight and out of his world, "I'm not letting her get away again..not this time..I just need a help along.and what could be better than....." David trailed off with his excellent idea.
The Great Hall was crowed with students, old and new, for the Sorting Ceremony to commence and the delicious feast that accompanied after.
The first year's names were called and the sorting process begun with the Sorting Hat's ceremonial song.
Applause rang through the Hall when the sorting was completed.
"Welcome Students, to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Bobble! Squeal! Crackle! Flimsy!" Dumbledore smiled. Dumbledore watched David take his place on the teacher's table next to a very uncomfortable Professor McGonagall. "Ah yes I won't postpone you dinner any longer but this year it is my pleasure to introduce a celebrity teacher, Sir David Attenborough, who has been studying nature of the muggle world for the past 50 years. He will also be teaching the new topic of muggle studies."
"Thank you," Dumbledore sat back down. The Great Hall clapped and cheered. Dumbledore swished his arms above his head and the empty plates were soon piled with mouth-watering food. Ron, who was always first to the food, was already digging in.
"It is jolly good to see you again, David," Dumbledore got reacquainted with his old friend. "How has your magic powers been after 50 years of not being able to use them?"
"Quite rusty if I do say so myself, I'm just glad you didn't give me the job of anything that requires magic or I would have cause a lot more trouble than expected of me," David chuckled along with Dumbledore.
"Aren't you glad that David is back, Minerva?" questioned Dumbledore.
"Immensely," Minerva trying not to sound too sarcastic.
"Oh Minerva, you know David didn't mean to leave you for 50 years," Dumbledore explained.
"Yes I know, but I don't see why he didn't owl me about it," Minerva pointed her chin up high.
"Minerva you know I was undercover, I couldn't send owls, I couldn't do magic, I couldn't do anything, and it happened all of a sudden," David clarified. McGonagall obviously not impressed with David's reply.
*Those two are still not back together, maybe they need a helping hand, or might I say something along the lines of magic (tee hee)* Dumbledore sniggered.
~~
"Hello.. how do you do..ah hello first years. ahh. Harry, how do you do?" Nearly Headless Nick Griffindor house ghost drifted down the Griffindor table.
"I'm doing just fine, yourself?" Harry replied and grinned towards the ghost who was now floating in the middle of the table with half of his body below the table and the other half above.
"I'm great except that I was again rejected from the Headless hunt," he drifted down the table. Harry watched the ghost continue his greeting with Hermione and Ron.
Harry looked around the hall at familiar faces of his fellow students. His eyes narrowed as they made their way to the Slytherin table. Bloody Baron, Slytherin house ghost had taken the seat next to..Draco Malfoy. It was clear to Harry, the blonde Slytherin was unhappy about the seating arrangement. Harry smirked *it was good to be back. *
A/N: Hey peoples I hope you enjoyed that chappie please review. I'm tossing up an idea to do a Mrs Norris fanfic sometime in the future, what do you think about it?