* Sigh * To the people who still don't know who the person is, I suggest
you read the last chapter again.
Sorry I took so long. This week is just full of bad luck that I didn't have the time and energy to do it. Not to mention I have three projects.
Silverrowan
~**~**~
'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.' were running through Harry's head. This was not a good situation to be in. He looked up and gulp, 'Yup, not good.'
He smiled weakly at the Instructor before saying, "I'm sorry sir, I just thought of something funny and couldn't control myself."
The look on the teacher's face turned downright icy. He glared at him and said, "Since you seem to be thinking a lot, why don't you give me the answer to my question?"
Harry was stuck. On one hand, he could tell the teacher the answer and get away with it. On the other hand, he could say that he don't know and get some horrible punishment. But the problem with telling the answer is that he only knows the answer and if the teacher asked why he chose it, he's dead.
Harry took a deep breath and made a decision. He's going to tell the teacher the answer. Oh well, if he happens to ask why, he'll just cook something up.
"It's Severus Snape sir," He said. If possible, Haydens looked even colder than before. He snarled out, "And why did you think so?"
Here's the part where I die. But if I die, I'm not about to die without trying.
"Sir, Severus Snape is a death eater but he's also a spy for Dumbledore. Based on your lecture earlier, you said that the person accessible to information on both sides is the key. Well Snape is a spy for both sides. I guess nobody knows which side he's on. And you also mentioned that the person does not know of the power they held and Snape doesn't seem to have a clue or else he wouldn't be so gloomy." He finished that as fast as he can and waited for the verdict, praying that he got that right. He certainly did not want to clean up horse poop at lunch.
Haydens face was blank which made Harry very nervous. Finally Haydens opened his mouth and said, "Acceptable," in a crisp tone and swept off. Harry breathed.
The lesson continued on without any hitch and Harry gladly went on to his break.
~**~**~
Harry walked towards the Platitium Hall. At this rate, he would never be able to remember which hall is which. Luckily, the strange classrooms have signs on their doors.
The Platitium Hall is a grand one. With big brass doors and golden curtains. The entire hall is paved in white marble and statures lined the place. Upon entry, Harry read a sign that tells about its history.
THE PLATITIUM HALL
The Platitium Hall is built in the sixteenth century by a shadow mage named Talon. Grand Master Talon is one of the most powerful masters ever graduated. He first built the Platitium Hall as an entertainment hall where dancers and actors would perform for the mages in the evening. The Platitium Hall, along with its sister the Titanium Hall are two of the most beautiful halls in all of Bermuda.
Later in the seventeenth century, the art of acting arrived. Illusion and masking became popular in the Bermuda as ways of confusing your teachers and enemies. As a result, a drama class is formed and what better classroom to hold it than the old entertaining hall? From then on, the Platitium Hall became the location of the drama classroom.
The Platitium Hall also has a wall of fame. There, the pictures of the greatest illusionist, actor and masker are portrayed. The spot of honor, which is at the very top, is given to a magnificent portrait of Grand Master Talon.
INSCRIBED BY SEELIA, GRAND MASTER ILLUSIONIST AND THE GREAT-GREAT- GRANDDAUGHTER OF GRAND MASTER TALON.
Harry finished reading the silver plate and wandered into the inner sanctum of the building.
There were seven stages in the hall that occupied half of the hall. The other half is taken by thousands of seats that were all empty. Each stage was veiled by a golden curtain. Suddenly, he heard footsteps heading towards him and he whirled around.
It was a girl that must be no more then eleven years old. Wearing a dress, she looked up at him with big innocent blue eyes and smiled.
"Hello, are you Alexander Klementine?" Harry nodded and asked curiously, "And who are you miss?"
"Why," She said brightly, "I'm your drama teacher!" Harry stared dumbfounded at the girl and said, "All right little girl, what's the trick and where is the drama teacher?"
"I am your drama teacher Mr. Klementine and I assure you that I'm not joking." An icy voice said.
Harry blinked and rubbed his eyes. Standing in front of him was a thirty- year-old woman, not a little girl. Her hair was tied strictly into a bun on the top of her head and her lips were pursed. (A/N Remind you of anyone?)
She said in a prim tone and sniffed delicately, "Youngsters, no talent nowadays. Why, back in the old days, a child would immediately recognize the grade A masking trick. To change your appearance could be done in all three ways, an illusion, acting and masking. It is the simplest of tricks and all my students didn't even recognize it! Wonder what your teachers from the outside world have been teaching you!"
Harry didn't mention that they were probably learning how to turn a chair into a pig and any illusion used would probably give you two months in Azkaban because of the use of "dark arts".
She peered at him through her glasses and said, "Come."
Harry followed her through a series of passages and arrived at a gigantic room filled with students.
"This is the back stage of all back stages. They are seven doors at the front of the room that leads to all the preparation back stages of the seven stages. Then they all lead to the costume room, which leads to the make-up room. Finally, the room links to the back stage of one of the seven stages in which you perform.
Harry nodded and marveled at the number of rooms behind the seven stages. When the drama teacher left him, he went and sits on a comfortable plushy chair like the other students.
In the center of the room, a big screen was suspended in midair. When Harry looked at it closely, he saw a girl enter a room. Out of nowhere, a five- year-old boy appeared and they started talking.
Harry was puzzled at the weird scene until he saw the familiar golden curtains hanging around. That was the room he was in when the younger version of the drama teacher met him!
Which meant that he was recorded too. Harry blushed and watched as the little cute boy changed into the fierce instructor. The girl fainted. Harry shook his head. At least he hadn't. That won't look well at all to faint in front of your classmates and teachers.
The screen went blank as the scene was over. Harry listened closely and he could hear the click of the instructor's shoes heading this way. Sure enough, the door opened and she entered. There was a stretcher holding the immobile girl after her. Harry blinked. He could recognize her as the Miss Acros from his earlier class with Haydens. It seemed like she's from a rich family. That's almost exactly how Malfoy used to behave.
He frowned as he reached the subject of Malfoy. He's been acting strange last year. Malfoy keeps staring at him in class and whenever he met his eyes, Malfoy always gave him an all-knowing smirk as if he knew something Harry didn't. It's frustrating. Hermione and Ron however didn't seem to be noticing anything wrong as they treated Malfoy the same way.
He supposed it had something to do with that paper Malfoy wrote on.
* Flashback: *
It was after Quidditch practice and Harry just left the locker rooms. He was walking back to the common room when he passed a room. It was opened for a fraction of an inch and Harry could hear the sound of paper crumbling and someone cursing in it. He was about to enter when he heard the scraping of chairs.
Harry immediately hid in a corner and watched as a hand reached out. Smothering a gasp to see whom it was, Harry watched silently as Malfoy walked away. After he was sure he was gone, Harry entered the room and picked up the crumpled piece of paper. Smoothing it out, he could read the continuing words : I hate Voldemort.
Harry was surprised at the words. He had always thought Malfoy was going to follow his father's footsteps. Apparently not.
When he walked out of the room, Harry could distantly see a figure go into the forbidden forest.
* End Flashback *
That was the day it all changed. The next day at breakfast, Malfoy started his weird attitude. Harry could remember the distinct change of the way he walked. It's like he gained more confidence and he strode through the hall as if he owned it.
And he also gained another puzzling fact that he overheard when he passed by a corridor.
* Flashback *
"Draco, are you all right?" Harry could hear Snape say. He frowned, why wouldn't Malfoy be all right?
"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"
"For one, you have blood on you lips. You didn't get into a fight did you?" Concern.
"No, sir. I accidentally bit on my lip."
When he pressed himself flat against the wall and watched as Malfoy went out, he frowned again in thought. Did his teeth looked pointy?
* End Flashback *
Harry could remember that the first thought that came to him about pointy teeth is vampires but that is not the case. He went to the library to look for books and they clearly said no.
* Flashback *
Harry found a secluded corner and opened the dusty book on vampires. He looked under the title about what happen after they get turned.
BEGINS:
After a new vampire is turned, they usually feel disoriented and have a severe case of bloodlust. Unable to control themselves or their abilities, fledglings most often go mad from their telepathic ability without the guidance of an older vampire. Even with their sire, they wouldn't feel good until at least a week is over.
ENDS
After being satisfied that Malfoy is not a vampire, Harry left the library.
But he missed out an important fact for right below that page was a tiny inscription that is hard to read.
"Of course there's a special case that includes shadow vamps. Legend says that they have specially inborn abilities that protect them. Although they're just myths and don't exist."
* End Flashback *
Harry shook his head a bit to get rid of the memories and regain his thoughts on the lesson, all thoughts about Malfoy on the back of his mind.
~**~**~
That's done.
After I finished drama, which lesson do you think I should do?
I'll try not to include your least favorite characters in this fic or at least give them a bashing but sometimes it just can't be helped.
Silverrowan
Sorry I took so long. This week is just full of bad luck that I didn't have the time and energy to do it. Not to mention I have three projects.
Silverrowan
~**~**~
'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.' were running through Harry's head. This was not a good situation to be in. He looked up and gulp, 'Yup, not good.'
He smiled weakly at the Instructor before saying, "I'm sorry sir, I just thought of something funny and couldn't control myself."
The look on the teacher's face turned downright icy. He glared at him and said, "Since you seem to be thinking a lot, why don't you give me the answer to my question?"
Harry was stuck. On one hand, he could tell the teacher the answer and get away with it. On the other hand, he could say that he don't know and get some horrible punishment. But the problem with telling the answer is that he only knows the answer and if the teacher asked why he chose it, he's dead.
Harry took a deep breath and made a decision. He's going to tell the teacher the answer. Oh well, if he happens to ask why, he'll just cook something up.
"It's Severus Snape sir," He said. If possible, Haydens looked even colder than before. He snarled out, "And why did you think so?"
Here's the part where I die. But if I die, I'm not about to die without trying.
"Sir, Severus Snape is a death eater but he's also a spy for Dumbledore. Based on your lecture earlier, you said that the person accessible to information on both sides is the key. Well Snape is a spy for both sides. I guess nobody knows which side he's on. And you also mentioned that the person does not know of the power they held and Snape doesn't seem to have a clue or else he wouldn't be so gloomy." He finished that as fast as he can and waited for the verdict, praying that he got that right. He certainly did not want to clean up horse poop at lunch.
Haydens face was blank which made Harry very nervous. Finally Haydens opened his mouth and said, "Acceptable," in a crisp tone and swept off. Harry breathed.
The lesson continued on without any hitch and Harry gladly went on to his break.
~**~**~
Harry walked towards the Platitium Hall. At this rate, he would never be able to remember which hall is which. Luckily, the strange classrooms have signs on their doors.
The Platitium Hall is a grand one. With big brass doors and golden curtains. The entire hall is paved in white marble and statures lined the place. Upon entry, Harry read a sign that tells about its history.
THE PLATITIUM HALL
The Platitium Hall is built in the sixteenth century by a shadow mage named Talon. Grand Master Talon is one of the most powerful masters ever graduated. He first built the Platitium Hall as an entertainment hall where dancers and actors would perform for the mages in the evening. The Platitium Hall, along with its sister the Titanium Hall are two of the most beautiful halls in all of Bermuda.
Later in the seventeenth century, the art of acting arrived. Illusion and masking became popular in the Bermuda as ways of confusing your teachers and enemies. As a result, a drama class is formed and what better classroom to hold it than the old entertaining hall? From then on, the Platitium Hall became the location of the drama classroom.
The Platitium Hall also has a wall of fame. There, the pictures of the greatest illusionist, actor and masker are portrayed. The spot of honor, which is at the very top, is given to a magnificent portrait of Grand Master Talon.
INSCRIBED BY SEELIA, GRAND MASTER ILLUSIONIST AND THE GREAT-GREAT- GRANDDAUGHTER OF GRAND MASTER TALON.
Harry finished reading the silver plate and wandered into the inner sanctum of the building.
There were seven stages in the hall that occupied half of the hall. The other half is taken by thousands of seats that were all empty. Each stage was veiled by a golden curtain. Suddenly, he heard footsteps heading towards him and he whirled around.
It was a girl that must be no more then eleven years old. Wearing a dress, she looked up at him with big innocent blue eyes and smiled.
"Hello, are you Alexander Klementine?" Harry nodded and asked curiously, "And who are you miss?"
"Why," She said brightly, "I'm your drama teacher!" Harry stared dumbfounded at the girl and said, "All right little girl, what's the trick and where is the drama teacher?"
"I am your drama teacher Mr. Klementine and I assure you that I'm not joking." An icy voice said.
Harry blinked and rubbed his eyes. Standing in front of him was a thirty- year-old woman, not a little girl. Her hair was tied strictly into a bun on the top of her head and her lips were pursed. (A/N Remind you of anyone?)
She said in a prim tone and sniffed delicately, "Youngsters, no talent nowadays. Why, back in the old days, a child would immediately recognize the grade A masking trick. To change your appearance could be done in all three ways, an illusion, acting and masking. It is the simplest of tricks and all my students didn't even recognize it! Wonder what your teachers from the outside world have been teaching you!"
Harry didn't mention that they were probably learning how to turn a chair into a pig and any illusion used would probably give you two months in Azkaban because of the use of "dark arts".
She peered at him through her glasses and said, "Come."
Harry followed her through a series of passages and arrived at a gigantic room filled with students.
"This is the back stage of all back stages. They are seven doors at the front of the room that leads to all the preparation back stages of the seven stages. Then they all lead to the costume room, which leads to the make-up room. Finally, the room links to the back stage of one of the seven stages in which you perform.
Harry nodded and marveled at the number of rooms behind the seven stages. When the drama teacher left him, he went and sits on a comfortable plushy chair like the other students.
In the center of the room, a big screen was suspended in midair. When Harry looked at it closely, he saw a girl enter a room. Out of nowhere, a five- year-old boy appeared and they started talking.
Harry was puzzled at the weird scene until he saw the familiar golden curtains hanging around. That was the room he was in when the younger version of the drama teacher met him!
Which meant that he was recorded too. Harry blushed and watched as the little cute boy changed into the fierce instructor. The girl fainted. Harry shook his head. At least he hadn't. That won't look well at all to faint in front of your classmates and teachers.
The screen went blank as the scene was over. Harry listened closely and he could hear the click of the instructor's shoes heading this way. Sure enough, the door opened and she entered. There was a stretcher holding the immobile girl after her. Harry blinked. He could recognize her as the Miss Acros from his earlier class with Haydens. It seemed like she's from a rich family. That's almost exactly how Malfoy used to behave.
He frowned as he reached the subject of Malfoy. He's been acting strange last year. Malfoy keeps staring at him in class and whenever he met his eyes, Malfoy always gave him an all-knowing smirk as if he knew something Harry didn't. It's frustrating. Hermione and Ron however didn't seem to be noticing anything wrong as they treated Malfoy the same way.
He supposed it had something to do with that paper Malfoy wrote on.
* Flashback: *
It was after Quidditch practice and Harry just left the locker rooms. He was walking back to the common room when he passed a room. It was opened for a fraction of an inch and Harry could hear the sound of paper crumbling and someone cursing in it. He was about to enter when he heard the scraping of chairs.
Harry immediately hid in a corner and watched as a hand reached out. Smothering a gasp to see whom it was, Harry watched silently as Malfoy walked away. After he was sure he was gone, Harry entered the room and picked up the crumpled piece of paper. Smoothing it out, he could read the continuing words : I hate Voldemort.
Harry was surprised at the words. He had always thought Malfoy was going to follow his father's footsteps. Apparently not.
When he walked out of the room, Harry could distantly see a figure go into the forbidden forest.
* End Flashback *
That was the day it all changed. The next day at breakfast, Malfoy started his weird attitude. Harry could remember the distinct change of the way he walked. It's like he gained more confidence and he strode through the hall as if he owned it.
And he also gained another puzzling fact that he overheard when he passed by a corridor.
* Flashback *
"Draco, are you all right?" Harry could hear Snape say. He frowned, why wouldn't Malfoy be all right?
"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"
"For one, you have blood on you lips. You didn't get into a fight did you?" Concern.
"No, sir. I accidentally bit on my lip."
When he pressed himself flat against the wall and watched as Malfoy went out, he frowned again in thought. Did his teeth looked pointy?
* End Flashback *
Harry could remember that the first thought that came to him about pointy teeth is vampires but that is not the case. He went to the library to look for books and they clearly said no.
* Flashback *
Harry found a secluded corner and opened the dusty book on vampires. He looked under the title about what happen after they get turned.
BEGINS:
After a new vampire is turned, they usually feel disoriented and have a severe case of bloodlust. Unable to control themselves or their abilities, fledglings most often go mad from their telepathic ability without the guidance of an older vampire. Even with their sire, they wouldn't feel good until at least a week is over.
ENDS
After being satisfied that Malfoy is not a vampire, Harry left the library.
But he missed out an important fact for right below that page was a tiny inscription that is hard to read.
"Of course there's a special case that includes shadow vamps. Legend says that they have specially inborn abilities that protect them. Although they're just myths and don't exist."
* End Flashback *
Harry shook his head a bit to get rid of the memories and regain his thoughts on the lesson, all thoughts about Malfoy on the back of his mind.
~**~**~
That's done.
After I finished drama, which lesson do you think I should do?
I'll try not to include your least favorite characters in this fic or at least give them a bashing but sometimes it just can't be helped.
Silverrowan