Chapter 6. Something or other.
On Friday, after dinner, Harry had the tryouts for the Quidditch team. Six people did try, but Harry picked Ginny Weasley and Colin Creevey as the other two Chasers and the Beaters were Dennis Creevey and Gary Pullman. These four had been pretty good and it was true, Ginny was a better Chaser then Seeker. Harry had noted that Ally Zeus had been there, in the stands. She had been quiet though, when he waved to her on his broom, she waved back. When the team left, so did she.
The group, including Alicia and Ron, came back exhausted. The six people who tried out had a serious scrimmaging game for awhile, so it was like a pretty hard first practice. Harry smiled and said on Sunday the practice would be a little easier.
"Hard tryouts?" Hermione asked, looking up from a book she was reading; she sat on an armchair. "Sorry I couldn't make it, I was studying for /Potions/." Harry groaned, remembering they had a huge essay to do. She lifted her eyebrows at them hintingly.
"I'll do it tomorrow, 'Mione." He muttered, much like a child.
"Mmhmm." She murmured, lowering her eyes back to the book.
"Come on, you're not going to badger us about homework right after tryouts, are you 'Mione?" Ron whined.
"No.." She opened her mouth to say something else, but Harry cut her off.
"Good, I'm going to bed then. Night 'Mione, Ron." He waved to them a good night and then went off to the dormitory.
As soon as Harry's head hit the pillow, he drifted off to a deep sleep.
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Harry was sitting on stone, a stone floor in a stone dungeon. You know, different slabs of stone and rock hooked up together so there's an even floor, walls, and a ceiling. It was dark in the hall, but Harry knew that it was pretty big. Torches were along side the walls, with hints of green popping up in the flames if you stared at them long enough.
Harry looked around and saw no one. Down the left, the tunnel of stone went so far into blackness and then on the right. Though it was dark anyway, anyone could guess that these halls of stone stretched pretty far. Harry had to be somewhere in the middle of it all.
It didn't take Harry to realize it was awfully dusty down in the halls as if someone hadn't cleaned in ages. Sure, no one in their right mind would walk down the dungeons weekly, dusting away like Filch would. But this had to have been collecting dust for a long time, because Harry's glasses were getting a little fogged up with dirt. No matter how hard he tried to clean them, the fog and dirt and dust never seemed to come off.
Clearly Harry knew he wouldn't make much progress of learning anything or finding an escape by sitting here, collecting dust like the floor and torches were doing very well. Harry only slightly pondered on how and why he was in here, but quickly dismissed all worryings for now.
He stood up, dusting off the collected dust (O.o) and then looked around. Nothing had changed from his standing up, though, seeing in the light of the torch, he saw bits and fragments of dust floating about, but yet to have the urge to cough.
Harry took a step forward, the heel of his shoe and the stone of the floor clicked loudly, making a light echo sweep through the dungeons. He took a few steps forward, slowly they fell into mindless echoes as he walked and whenever he stopped, the sound stopped a thousand times after that.
For awhile Harry walked, loosing count of the halls he turned to, the stairs he went down and the steps he took. It didn't take long for Harry to realize he wasn't going anywhere but sure was going somewhere.
Harry heard a scream, the kind of painful scream of death, the kind you hear once and never want to hear again. It's the kind that will stay in your mind forever, to your last breath, that scream is one in its own.
Harry shook a bit but continued walking, growing more curious as he was scared. Vaguely, he thought about how this was so much like down in the Department of Mysteries the previous year. Cautiously, Harry ignored that thought and continued down into the dungeon halls.
After awhile, Harry arrived at a huge room. All of the dungeon he had climbed through, was merely an entrance to this. When he stepped into the room to take a good look around, a door shut the only noticeable exit behind him. The torches, one by one, lit all the way around the walls so Harry could get a good look around.
The walls were stretched so far and the ceiling was equally as high up, as tall as the Great Hall, at least. But instead of being enchanted, the ceiling appeared to be made up of different shards of mirror and glass. So did the walls, all around him, hundreds of Harrys looked back.
Again, he heard a desperate cry again, this time more loud and strong. It didn't seem at all far away from Harry, possibly only feet ahead.
How could he have not noticed it? There before him, only several long strides away was the largest, most extravagant fountain he had ever seen. Four or five pedestals high, pale green water shot from the top. There was another scream, a female scream, it seemed to be coming from the /fountain/.
Harry inched forward, his eyes were wide with fear. He placed his hands on the fountain, a cool dark marble underneath his palms. He looked down into the water and gasped.
His mother's face, seemed to be reflected in it. She was screaming, looking at something with horror. Like a pensive, or watching something. Yet, it seemed so life like. Harry reached out to touch it..
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Okay, again, I am REALLY sorry that the chapter was so short. You see, being the idiot I am, deleted all of the chapters including the one I was working on. It had been over two or so thousand words at the time and I hadn't want to write it (the tryouts) So then I redid it with this dream idea, but I have been so exhausted and busy. Today (the nineteenth) I had my chorus concert, and Im writing this at nine at my time, got back at 8:30. So I am TIRED.
On Monday is my last school day and then Christmas vacation! I'll start writing sometime during then.
--- PLEASE, PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS FOR A NEXT CHAPTER IN YOUR REVIEWS! PLEASE ---
And boy do I thank you for all of them. Sorry I couldn't respond to all of yours like I usually do, but I'll start with a few.
Miss. Aurelia! (MWHAHAHA) ---
Now THAT is what I call a review. Thank you for saying it's nice and all, and THANK YOU for actually critizing (in a polite way, my dear FLAMER PEOPLE OUT THERE - not saying anyone is -.)
I'll go down your list.
- For the first two, I tend to do that. And heh, with the Moony/Moody thing, gimme a break. In meh other story, I mixed up Padfoot and Prongs!!!
- I think she has a different letter she sent, or along with the OoTP, that little note was just a side note. And speaking of that, Im not a creative person! You know that. X) -Reads own chapter and note from Tonks thing.- Oh.
- Peers. And who says it was a NEW newspaper.. O.O
- See the non-creative thingy. O.o..
- Care of Magical Arts is taking care of the Arts. How to polish a broom, how to fix a wand.. X)
- Meh. Just for everyone else to know, I write a lot of this at night time. So it's natural I might mispell things! at least i don't type like dis 2 pplz. (Sorreh for people who type like that!) And I like DEMENTERS. Dementors are.. mean. ...
- Fudge won't resign, because I don't think many people are willing to take his place. Dumbledore has his school. And I know he isn't Pro-Voldie (heh) but I just wanted to emphasize, Malfoy has his strings.
- I think I said that wrong. I kind of meant the players would be life size, not like an itsy bitsy (TEENSY WEENSY..) piece of paper(parchment) of a poster. Like, fills up the wall. Sorreh if I confused people. I tend to do that.. I took this test in school, it said I have 'abstract thinking'
- Cho is a Ravenclaw, and Ravenclaws are known for their intelligence. She was in D.A. last year, I think that could help, too? And yes, since the level of students are smaller, it would be smart to combine them? What if there had been three in Slytherin and two in Hufflepuff? It wouldn't be a grand idea to waste an hour for five students when there are others to be taught.
GamingGuy84, Sonya Katz, and devon --- THANK YOU! So much! I'm flattered, really. I kind of did want to write in the sense J.K. might write. Thank you greatly.
Heh, if you noticed, I'm trying to use words so the size of the chapter will be bigger!
(Notes that this section was about as big as the whole chapter...)
On Friday, after dinner, Harry had the tryouts for the Quidditch team. Six people did try, but Harry picked Ginny Weasley and Colin Creevey as the other two Chasers and the Beaters were Dennis Creevey and Gary Pullman. These four had been pretty good and it was true, Ginny was a better Chaser then Seeker. Harry had noted that Ally Zeus had been there, in the stands. She had been quiet though, when he waved to her on his broom, she waved back. When the team left, so did she.
The group, including Alicia and Ron, came back exhausted. The six people who tried out had a serious scrimmaging game for awhile, so it was like a pretty hard first practice. Harry smiled and said on Sunday the practice would be a little easier.
"Hard tryouts?" Hermione asked, looking up from a book she was reading; she sat on an armchair. "Sorry I couldn't make it, I was studying for /Potions/." Harry groaned, remembering they had a huge essay to do. She lifted her eyebrows at them hintingly.
"I'll do it tomorrow, 'Mione." He muttered, much like a child.
"Mmhmm." She murmured, lowering her eyes back to the book.
"Come on, you're not going to badger us about homework right after tryouts, are you 'Mione?" Ron whined.
"No.." She opened her mouth to say something else, but Harry cut her off.
"Good, I'm going to bed then. Night 'Mione, Ron." He waved to them a good night and then went off to the dormitory.
As soon as Harry's head hit the pillow, he drifted off to a deep sleep.
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Harry was sitting on stone, a stone floor in a stone dungeon. You know, different slabs of stone and rock hooked up together so there's an even floor, walls, and a ceiling. It was dark in the hall, but Harry knew that it was pretty big. Torches were along side the walls, with hints of green popping up in the flames if you stared at them long enough.
Harry looked around and saw no one. Down the left, the tunnel of stone went so far into blackness and then on the right. Though it was dark anyway, anyone could guess that these halls of stone stretched pretty far. Harry had to be somewhere in the middle of it all.
It didn't take Harry to realize it was awfully dusty down in the halls as if someone hadn't cleaned in ages. Sure, no one in their right mind would walk down the dungeons weekly, dusting away like Filch would. But this had to have been collecting dust for a long time, because Harry's glasses were getting a little fogged up with dirt. No matter how hard he tried to clean them, the fog and dirt and dust never seemed to come off.
Clearly Harry knew he wouldn't make much progress of learning anything or finding an escape by sitting here, collecting dust like the floor and torches were doing very well. Harry only slightly pondered on how and why he was in here, but quickly dismissed all worryings for now.
He stood up, dusting off the collected dust (O.o) and then looked around. Nothing had changed from his standing up, though, seeing in the light of the torch, he saw bits and fragments of dust floating about, but yet to have the urge to cough.
Harry took a step forward, the heel of his shoe and the stone of the floor clicked loudly, making a light echo sweep through the dungeons. He took a few steps forward, slowly they fell into mindless echoes as he walked and whenever he stopped, the sound stopped a thousand times after that.
For awhile Harry walked, loosing count of the halls he turned to, the stairs he went down and the steps he took. It didn't take long for Harry to realize he wasn't going anywhere but sure was going somewhere.
Harry heard a scream, the kind of painful scream of death, the kind you hear once and never want to hear again. It's the kind that will stay in your mind forever, to your last breath, that scream is one in its own.
Harry shook a bit but continued walking, growing more curious as he was scared. Vaguely, he thought about how this was so much like down in the Department of Mysteries the previous year. Cautiously, Harry ignored that thought and continued down into the dungeon halls.
After awhile, Harry arrived at a huge room. All of the dungeon he had climbed through, was merely an entrance to this. When he stepped into the room to take a good look around, a door shut the only noticeable exit behind him. The torches, one by one, lit all the way around the walls so Harry could get a good look around.
The walls were stretched so far and the ceiling was equally as high up, as tall as the Great Hall, at least. But instead of being enchanted, the ceiling appeared to be made up of different shards of mirror and glass. So did the walls, all around him, hundreds of Harrys looked back.
Again, he heard a desperate cry again, this time more loud and strong. It didn't seem at all far away from Harry, possibly only feet ahead.
How could he have not noticed it? There before him, only several long strides away was the largest, most extravagant fountain he had ever seen. Four or five pedestals high, pale green water shot from the top. There was another scream, a female scream, it seemed to be coming from the /fountain/.
Harry inched forward, his eyes were wide with fear. He placed his hands on the fountain, a cool dark marble underneath his palms. He looked down into the water and gasped.
His mother's face, seemed to be reflected in it. She was screaming, looking at something with horror. Like a pensive, or watching something. Yet, it seemed so life like. Harry reached out to touch it..
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Okay, again, I am REALLY sorry that the chapter was so short. You see, being the idiot I am, deleted all of the chapters including the one I was working on. It had been over two or so thousand words at the time and I hadn't want to write it (the tryouts) So then I redid it with this dream idea, but I have been so exhausted and busy. Today (the nineteenth) I had my chorus concert, and Im writing this at nine at my time, got back at 8:30. So I am TIRED.
On Monday is my last school day and then Christmas vacation! I'll start writing sometime during then.
--- PLEASE, PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS FOR A NEXT CHAPTER IN YOUR REVIEWS! PLEASE ---
And boy do I thank you for all of them. Sorry I couldn't respond to all of yours like I usually do, but I'll start with a few.
Miss. Aurelia! (MWHAHAHA) ---
Now THAT is what I call a review. Thank you for saying it's nice and all, and THANK YOU for actually critizing (in a polite way, my dear FLAMER PEOPLE OUT THERE - not saying anyone is -.)
I'll go down your list.
- For the first two, I tend to do that. And heh, with the Moony/Moody thing, gimme a break. In meh other story, I mixed up Padfoot and Prongs!!!
- I think she has a different letter she sent, or along with the OoTP, that little note was just a side note. And speaking of that, Im not a creative person! You know that. X) -Reads own chapter and note from Tonks thing.- Oh.
- Peers. And who says it was a NEW newspaper.. O.O
- See the non-creative thingy. O.o..
- Care of Magical Arts is taking care of the Arts. How to polish a broom, how to fix a wand.. X)
- Meh. Just for everyone else to know, I write a lot of this at night time. So it's natural I might mispell things! at least i don't type like dis 2 pplz. (Sorreh for people who type like that!) And I like DEMENTERS. Dementors are.. mean. ...
- Fudge won't resign, because I don't think many people are willing to take his place. Dumbledore has his school. And I know he isn't Pro-Voldie (heh) but I just wanted to emphasize, Malfoy has his strings.
- I think I said that wrong. I kind of meant the players would be life size, not like an itsy bitsy (TEENSY WEENSY..) piece of paper(parchment) of a poster. Like, fills up the wall. Sorreh if I confused people. I tend to do that.. I took this test in school, it said I have 'abstract thinking'
- Cho is a Ravenclaw, and Ravenclaws are known for their intelligence. She was in D.A. last year, I think that could help, too? And yes, since the level of students are smaller, it would be smart to combine them? What if there had been three in Slytherin and two in Hufflepuff? It wouldn't be a grand idea to waste an hour for five students when there are others to be taught.
GamingGuy84, Sonya Katz, and devon --- THANK YOU! So much! I'm flattered, really. I kind of did want to write in the sense J.K. might write. Thank you greatly.
Heh, if you noticed, I'm trying to use words so the size of the chapter will be bigger!
(Notes that this section was about as big as the whole chapter...)