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Chapter 15 Tricksters choice
The next night when Harry was waiting for Hermione and Ron to do their homework (he had done his already) an idea came to him. Hermione was tapping her nails on the table where she sat while reading something about ancient runes. Harry watched them, tap, tap, tap. Then he thought of something. He pulled his wand from his pocket and waved it over his friend's hand. Her nail immediately changed colour, turning red and gold. The colour's swirled and twisted on her finger nails looking like a mini time warp that he had seen in a movie once, except this one was red and gold.
"What the-?" began Hermione, staring at her fingers, "Wow! How cool!"
"I'm thinking we should do that to Malfoy." Said Harry as Ron's head appeared from where he had been writing behind a stack of books.
"At the Gryffindor versus Slytherin match?"
"Yep."
"I can't wait," said Ron, a dreamy look on his face, "first of all, having nail polish on your nails is a girls thing, second, its Gryffindor colours!" he grinned, "this is going to be almost as good as watching Moody bounce him around in his ferret shape!"
"Wow! Hermione, ho did you do that to your nails?" Parvati Patil had seen Hermione's nails and had come over, dragging Lavender with her.
"Harry did it for me." Hermione told them and they both immediately begged harry to do the same for them. He did, and the next minute he had all the girls in Gryffindor tower begging him to do it for them. He didn't but he taught them the spell so they could do it themselves.
That evening they went to visit Hagrid, who had just returned. They were all very shocked to find professor Dumbledore opening the door after they had knocked.
"Um." Began Hermione, flustered, and Ron took over. "We head that Hagrid's back and we came down to visit him professor."
"Of course, but I am afraid Hagrid has had a long journey and he needs his rest at the moment Mr Weasley."
Harry peered past Dumbledore into the dark depths of the cottage. He could bot see anything. "Alright professor, tell him we visited if you can please. We'll visit again soon."
"Off you go. I suspect that Miss Johnson would like some extra practice for the next match."
They hurried back up towards the castle, and had just come in the great doors when Madame Pomfrey passed them, jogging down towards Hagrid's hut.
"It wasn't just a long journey." Stated Hermione, watching the matron's retreating figure.
Ron wasn't worried, "he probably just had a chat with some family members." He sad, referring to the giant that Hagrid had hidden in the forest last year.
"But would Dumbledore be there just about that? He was worried." Hermione stated as they climbed the stairs towards the common room.
"Yeah, he was. Whatever it is, I hope Hagrid's ok. Jumbo mumbo," this last he added at the portrait of the fat lady, who swung open to admit them into the common room.
It was noisy and warm inside and the three friends warmed themselves by the fire before Harry and Ron headed up to get their broomsticks.
They spent the next hour with the team members, throwing catching and chasing the quaffle. Harry enjoyed himself immensely, loving the feeling of being on the broomstick again, especially one as good as his firebolt. But he still felt that something was wrong, and when he landed he remembered that Sirius had given him that broom. He sighed. No matter what he did, he still couldn't loose the fact that Sirius was dead and it was his fault. Ron landed next to him, took one look at his friend's face and said, "I think you need a cheering charm."
Harry laughed and they headed up to the castle, both of them casting nervous glances in the direction of Hagrids hut.
Hermione was waiting when they arrived, apparently having just finished her homework. Harry was glad that he had got most of his done. He could do the rest tomorrow.
"I just heard Parvati say that someone else has disappeared!" she exclaimed, more to Ron than Harry.
"What?" asked Ron, as if he hadn't heard her.
"What are you talking about?" asked Harry, remembering a little guiltily about the letter that he had intercepted a little while ago.
"Well, all this year there has been disappearances. The kid would disappear for about three days, and then turn up again, but not remember anything about it. The teachers won't tell us what's happening, and I have asked Professor Mcgonagall, but she won't tell me."
"If the teachers know what's happening, why are you worried?" asked Harry, a little surprised by her lack of faith in the teachers. They were, after all, Hogwarts teachers.
"Well, Neville went missing, and since he's been back he's been a little weird, not quite himself."
"How so?"
"Well, he's a bit louder-"
Ron snorted, "he's a lot louder."
"And he's started being just a little bit more, well, ruder, to teachers, especially Snape. He actually met Snapes eye the other day."
"What, he's still doing potions? I would have thought he would have given that up!"
"He needs it to become a herbologist."
"Poor fella." Muttered Ron. Harry agreed, he was incredibly glad that he didn't have to take potions this year. Not that there was much of the year left.
"Hey! Weasley! Potter!" Angelina called out from the portrait hole, "we have to practice! Get your brooms and meet me on the quidditch pitch!"
Harry sighed, Angelina was becoming as obsessed as Wood these days. Not that he could blame her, he wanted the cup too, but three days in a row of training! Sheesh!
On the way downstairs Harry and Ron bumped into Lupin.
"Hello boys, Harry, I just wanted to let you know that the Orders Headquarters hasn't been attacked, just surrounded by the Death Eaters, so no one can get in or out, save Dobby and Winky."
"Why haven't they blown the place up?" asked Ron, confused,
"The Fidelius Charm." (an; did I spell that right?)
"Oh, I see." Said Ron, who obviously didn't see at all. The tow teenagers said good bye to professor Lupin (don't call me that!) and headed down towards the quidditch pitch. They never reached it. Hagrid, who had been watching for them came haring out of his hut at a frightening pace. Loping along behind him was fang, and Harr thought he read worry on the large dogs face.
"Harry! Ron! U have to tell yer!" her panted reaching them. Harry glanced at Ron, who was staring open mouthed at Hagrid's shabby clothes and haggard face.
"Sure Hagrid, what's up?' he asked in a would be casual voice.
"I know what's been going on up at the school!"
"How so?"
"I know who's been taking the children!"
"Who?"
"Who der yer think?"
Harry glanced at Ron, who was glancing at him, "three guesses and the first two don't count." Muttered Ron.
Hagrid nodded, still looking pale and worried, "The Dark Lord!"
AN; ba ba baaaum! How is Voldemort taking children from the school? Why isn't Dumbledore stopping him? How is Voldemort taking the children? What will Harry Ron and Hermione do next, besides Quidditch practice?
Chapter 15 Tricksters choice
The next night when Harry was waiting for Hermione and Ron to do their homework (he had done his already) an idea came to him. Hermione was tapping her nails on the table where she sat while reading something about ancient runes. Harry watched them, tap, tap, tap. Then he thought of something. He pulled his wand from his pocket and waved it over his friend's hand. Her nail immediately changed colour, turning red and gold. The colour's swirled and twisted on her finger nails looking like a mini time warp that he had seen in a movie once, except this one was red and gold.
"What the-?" began Hermione, staring at her fingers, "Wow! How cool!"
"I'm thinking we should do that to Malfoy." Said Harry as Ron's head appeared from where he had been writing behind a stack of books.
"At the Gryffindor versus Slytherin match?"
"Yep."
"I can't wait," said Ron, a dreamy look on his face, "first of all, having nail polish on your nails is a girls thing, second, its Gryffindor colours!" he grinned, "this is going to be almost as good as watching Moody bounce him around in his ferret shape!"
"Wow! Hermione, ho did you do that to your nails?" Parvati Patil had seen Hermione's nails and had come over, dragging Lavender with her.
"Harry did it for me." Hermione told them and they both immediately begged harry to do the same for them. He did, and the next minute he had all the girls in Gryffindor tower begging him to do it for them. He didn't but he taught them the spell so they could do it themselves.
That evening they went to visit Hagrid, who had just returned. They were all very shocked to find professor Dumbledore opening the door after they had knocked.
"Um." Began Hermione, flustered, and Ron took over. "We head that Hagrid's back and we came down to visit him professor."
"Of course, but I am afraid Hagrid has had a long journey and he needs his rest at the moment Mr Weasley."
Harry peered past Dumbledore into the dark depths of the cottage. He could bot see anything. "Alright professor, tell him we visited if you can please. We'll visit again soon."
"Off you go. I suspect that Miss Johnson would like some extra practice for the next match."
They hurried back up towards the castle, and had just come in the great doors when Madame Pomfrey passed them, jogging down towards Hagrid's hut.
"It wasn't just a long journey." Stated Hermione, watching the matron's retreating figure.
Ron wasn't worried, "he probably just had a chat with some family members." He sad, referring to the giant that Hagrid had hidden in the forest last year.
"But would Dumbledore be there just about that? He was worried." Hermione stated as they climbed the stairs towards the common room.
"Yeah, he was. Whatever it is, I hope Hagrid's ok. Jumbo mumbo," this last he added at the portrait of the fat lady, who swung open to admit them into the common room.
It was noisy and warm inside and the three friends warmed themselves by the fire before Harry and Ron headed up to get their broomsticks.
They spent the next hour with the team members, throwing catching and chasing the quaffle. Harry enjoyed himself immensely, loving the feeling of being on the broomstick again, especially one as good as his firebolt. But he still felt that something was wrong, and when he landed he remembered that Sirius had given him that broom. He sighed. No matter what he did, he still couldn't loose the fact that Sirius was dead and it was his fault. Ron landed next to him, took one look at his friend's face and said, "I think you need a cheering charm."
Harry laughed and they headed up to the castle, both of them casting nervous glances in the direction of Hagrids hut.
Hermione was waiting when they arrived, apparently having just finished her homework. Harry was glad that he had got most of his done. He could do the rest tomorrow.
"I just heard Parvati say that someone else has disappeared!" she exclaimed, more to Ron than Harry.
"What?" asked Ron, as if he hadn't heard her.
"What are you talking about?" asked Harry, remembering a little guiltily about the letter that he had intercepted a little while ago.
"Well, all this year there has been disappearances. The kid would disappear for about three days, and then turn up again, but not remember anything about it. The teachers won't tell us what's happening, and I have asked Professor Mcgonagall, but she won't tell me."
"If the teachers know what's happening, why are you worried?" asked Harry, a little surprised by her lack of faith in the teachers. They were, after all, Hogwarts teachers.
"Well, Neville went missing, and since he's been back he's been a little weird, not quite himself."
"How so?"
"Well, he's a bit louder-"
Ron snorted, "he's a lot louder."
"And he's started being just a little bit more, well, ruder, to teachers, especially Snape. He actually met Snapes eye the other day."
"What, he's still doing potions? I would have thought he would have given that up!"
"He needs it to become a herbologist."
"Poor fella." Muttered Ron. Harry agreed, he was incredibly glad that he didn't have to take potions this year. Not that there was much of the year left.
"Hey! Weasley! Potter!" Angelina called out from the portrait hole, "we have to practice! Get your brooms and meet me on the quidditch pitch!"
Harry sighed, Angelina was becoming as obsessed as Wood these days. Not that he could blame her, he wanted the cup too, but three days in a row of training! Sheesh!
On the way downstairs Harry and Ron bumped into Lupin.
"Hello boys, Harry, I just wanted to let you know that the Orders Headquarters hasn't been attacked, just surrounded by the Death Eaters, so no one can get in or out, save Dobby and Winky."
"Why haven't they blown the place up?" asked Ron, confused,
"The Fidelius Charm." (an; did I spell that right?)
"Oh, I see." Said Ron, who obviously didn't see at all. The tow teenagers said good bye to professor Lupin (don't call me that!) and headed down towards the quidditch pitch. They never reached it. Hagrid, who had been watching for them came haring out of his hut at a frightening pace. Loping along behind him was fang, and Harr thought he read worry on the large dogs face.
"Harry! Ron! U have to tell yer!" her panted reaching them. Harry glanced at Ron, who was staring open mouthed at Hagrid's shabby clothes and haggard face.
"Sure Hagrid, what's up?' he asked in a would be casual voice.
"I know what's been going on up at the school!"
"How so?"
"I know who's been taking the children!"
"Who?"
"Who der yer think?"
Harry glanced at Ron, who was glancing at him, "three guesses and the first two don't count." Muttered Ron.
Hagrid nodded, still looking pale and worried, "The Dark Lord!"
AN; ba ba baaaum! How is Voldemort taking children from the school? Why isn't Dumbledore stopping him? How is Voldemort taking the children? What will Harry Ron and Hermione do next, besides Quidditch practice?