The New Me

I LEARNED HOW TO BOLD AND ITALICIZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 2

New Schools and Old Schools

Damien laid in his bed nervously.  Tomorrow was September 1, the first day of school.  It was also the one year anniversary of  Damien's worst school year ever.  Not something worth celebrating. Damien felt as nervous as a rat being chased by an eagle.  Rat.  That word made him remember Wormtail, which reminded him of Sirus, his godfather.  He remembered how he loathed Pettigrew, and how he almost killed him before finding out the truth about his parents' deaths.  He then remembered Lupin, his third year Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He wondered how they were taking it, well, that he was gone.  He wondered if he would ever see them again. Little did Damien know, he would see them sooner than he thought. . .

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Hermione laid in her bed at the Burrow.  Tomorrow was September first, the first day of school.  It was also the anniversary of the day that she and the rest of the Gryffindors had started torturing Harry.  She really didn't kill herself after Harry left, but the pain left a scar.  Not a visible scar, but one over her heart.  The pain and misery he left floated all around the school like a rotten egg. She couldn't believe he didn't forgive them.  He must have known they really didn't mean it in their hearts. . .

*A few hours later*

" Over there is Debbie, a horror fanatic," Devan said, pointing at a brown haired, blue eyed, slightly freckled girl.  "Can't never stop talking about that American writer Steven King, gets rather           annoying."  They were walking around the grounds, waiting for the teachers to let them in

Damien smiled, she was kinda cute. . . 

"Ben!! Eddie!! Good ta see yah!!"  Devan cried, running over to two 16 year olds. One with dark hair and gold eyes and another with light hair and a welcoming expression in his sapphire blue eyes.

" Hey, who's that?" Be-err Eddie quizzed.

"Who? Oh, you mean Damien! Well, he's new here, just arrived this summer. He actually met me a few seconds after falling off a Firebolt!  Great Quidditch player, he is."

~* Oh? You play Quidditch? ~*

Damien smiled, his favorite subject.  " Yea, Seeker, at my old school I had only lost one game and that was because Dementors entered the field and I, well, fell off, but that was when I was thirteen.  Don't like those Dementors. . ." Damien shivered.  Eddie and Ben exchanged glances.

" Interesting story, now anyway, play any Quodpot?"

"No, I've only read about it. . ."

"Well, you've fallen into the Quodpot kings.  We're all pretty good, but Devan's obviously is the

best," Eddie said.  Devan blushed.

"I'm not that good. . ."

 "You sure are, buddy!! ~* Ben said, slapping him on the back.  Damien flinched.  Eddie noticed

"Somethin' wrong?"

"No, nothing" Damien said.  Eddie raised one eyebrow, but said nothing.

Inside Damien's head he was saying 'They were only fooling around,' countless times.

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Ron and Hermione walked around Hogwarts, wallowing in their own misery.  Just as luck would have it, there was a new first year named Harry.  They knew they wouldn't survive the school year.  And as they predicted, a few of their year wouldn't survive the school year. . .

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Damien nervously sat in his seat at his first class of the day.  Defense Against the Dark Arts.  Damien only hoped she wasn't going over. . .

"Boggarts today! Will everyone please put your books on the floor and take out your wands!"

Everyone groaned, and Devan timidly raised his hand.

"Yes, Mr. Xaiver?" the Professor looked at him.

"Professor Timmly, we err, have a new student.  Damien Seeking."

Timmly looked him over. "Okay,  Damien, up first!!"

Damien blanched,  "N-no, th-that-that's o-okay, let-let Dev-Devan go-go-go fir-first. . ." 

"Nonsense!! Go on!" She pushed him up in front of her wardrobe and blasted the door open with her wand.  Damien stood there speechless as Ron, Hermione and the rest of his old housemates filed out of the it.  Damien closed his eyes and backed towards the wall whispering (very quietly in English) "No, no, please no!" before passing out.

The whole class gasped, except for Debbie what's-her-last-name, who was writing furiously in her notebook, possibly recording everything that happened.  Most likely thinking 'This will make a great horror story!' Devan, Eddie, and Ben rushed up to see what was wrong with their new friend.

"Coma."

"Dehydration."

"Headache"

"What are you doing," Timmly yelled "get him to the nurse!"

They rushed out of her class, the rest of it stood there, still flabbergasted.

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Done

Reviewers. . .

ButtercupHarmony: Thanks! I love happy endings too, and I'm not sure yet, I'm still debating that part.

ZeonReborn: I can tell, and you must have lots of cookies to be able to shower me so much!! : )

Phoenix of Light:  Yes, Gratium Puto was quite depressing, and there is NO way the school couldn't feel bad after that incident.

BabyPufoo:  : x  : ) I err, hope your a girl. . . Harry was a little plain, so I changed it!  ; )

Bookworm2000:  Your in it! and don't feel bad about being a horror fanatic, it just goes with the plot I thought of, well, just last night!! : )

littleginblossom: : ) : ) : ) : ) : ) : ) : ) : ) : ): ) Me either!! 6 days till Christmas Eve!!! : )  I'll try, and since Christmas break is coming, I'll probably get a few chaps. up!!

MixedUpAgain: Hogwarts is in Scotland, so it was a pretty long flight.  And I think they are big fat meanies too humph!!! 

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I figured it out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so happy bold and italics are so cool!!

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