Disclaimer - I do not own any of these characters, and they won't let me
kidnap them either.
A/N - I'm sorry it took so long to update! I had it all typed and everything, then I lost it so I had to type it again. It kind of took a while. I hope you like it!
Chapter Three
Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting at the Gryffindor table in the great hall. They had finished breakfast and were waiting for the owl post before hurrying off to class. Suddenly owls were flying around people's heads. Most of the students were used to this, but some of the first years ducked down in their chairs. That made Harry smile, who could possibly dislike owls?
Hedwig landed beside Harry and dropped a letter into his hand. Harry thanked her and gave her some of the remainder of his toast. She waited expectantly but he told her that she could go. She flew off to the owlery to be with all the other owls.
Ron wanted Harry to open the letter, but Harry was watching Hermione. She had just got up and was walking towards her next class, she had received a book called 'Potions, a beginners guide' and she was already lost in it, the bad thing? She was heading straight for Snape.
Now Ron was watching as well.
"Miss Granger," Snape put out his hand and stopped her from running into him, "I really think you should watch where you are going in future."
"Yes Professor Snape." Hermione tried to cover the book. Snape snatched it from her hands.
"Don't you think I am capable of teaching potions, Miss Granger, would you rather a book?" Snapes voice had that dangerous silky quality in it. Hermione sighed.
"No, Professor Snape." Hermione seemed downcast and Ron realised that she hadn't been very talkative at the table.
"I don't think it is quite necessary for me to deduct any points from your house, this time." He mentally cursed himself, why did he just do that? He could have deducted a lot of points from Gryffindor than.
"Thankyou Professor" Was it just her, or had she just seen a flicker of concern in his eyes? It must be just her, she was tired and she was worried about those two boys.
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"Harry open that letter!" Ron, as always, was impatient. Harry was thinking about what had just happened to Hermione, Snape was acting strangely and they hadn't even done anything . . yet.
"Alright already!" Harry quickly scanned the letter, it was to Ron as well so he read it aloud "Dear Harry (he read) Come down to my cabin I need to talk to both of you You haven't been in a while Don't bring Hermione Hagrid"
"Whatever could that mean Harry? Don't bring 'Mione?" Ron was confused, Hagrid was their friend, and Hermione was too.
"Well, whatever it is, it can wait until after the feast tonight. You know what is going to happen then don't you?" Harry was looking forward to that night and the note was forgotten in their excitement.
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" . . . And lastly, the quill." Murmured Harry as he watched the black feather slowly sink into the potion, turning it a brilliant orange colour.
"Look at that colour! I'm glad it is All Hollows Eve tonight, if it wasn't we would never be able to make him drink this." On All Hallows Eve the normal drinks were replaced with pumpkin juice, and that happened to be a lovely orange colour.
"How are we going to get him to drink this by the way?" Harry was curious.
" I told you before, I'll take care of it. You'd better get ready for Quidditch practise. We need all the points we can get, Slytherin is almost ahead of us as it is. You can't let them win this game." Harry was looking at Ron in surprise.
"I thought we were against Hufflepuff!"
"Harry! Do you listen to anything I, or anyone else for that matter, says?" He sighed, "One of the Hufflepuff players was involved in an 'accident' during a practise session, shattered his leg. So what else could Hufflepuff do? They had to forfeit the game."
They heard a voice mumbling the password and the portrait of the fat lady swung open. Oliver Wood walked in.
"Harry, we need you at practice, big match on soon. I just hope we can win it. It'll be a hard one . . and not just because of Slytherin. You will never guess who is the referee." Oliver looked worried "Snape!"
Oliver had every right to be worried, Snape never refereed fairly, especially not when it was Gryffindor and Slytherin.
Harry and Oliver left the room, still talking about the upcoming match.
Ron waited until he was alone and then grabbed the flask they had put the potion in. He walked out into the corridor heading towards the kitchen.
Neither he nor Harry has noticed that the book they had used was open on the floor, nor that it said the potion should have turned a dull yellow.
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Ron was making himself a sandwich in the kitchen, the house elves were running around making the feast for that night. He saw Dobby sitting only two seats away from him, perfect.
"But if I don't Harry will be so dissapointed in me . . ." Ron was staring at the table, but he could feel Dobbys eyes on him. "But how can I do it?"
Ron started tapping the bottle on the table, Dobby had moved next to him.
"I heard you talking sir, is there anything Dobby can do to help?" Dobby was unlike other house elves, but he did always want to help Harry and his friends.
"Well . . ." Ron didn't want to seem to eager, Harry would hate the idea of using Dobby like this. "Do you think you could?"
"Sir, what would you like Dobby to do for you?" Ron smiled, how perfect today is, he thought.
Several minutes later, Ron grabbed his sandwich and walked out of the kitchen whistling.
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Well? Do you like it? I hope you all did and I hope to get a few reviews . . . They make me write faster I think (hint hint)
Zelur
P.S. I am running out of ideas, please feel free to mention any. Zel
A/N - I'm sorry it took so long to update! I had it all typed and everything, then I lost it so I had to type it again. It kind of took a while. I hope you like it!
Chapter Three
Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting at the Gryffindor table in the great hall. They had finished breakfast and were waiting for the owl post before hurrying off to class. Suddenly owls were flying around people's heads. Most of the students were used to this, but some of the first years ducked down in their chairs. That made Harry smile, who could possibly dislike owls?
Hedwig landed beside Harry and dropped a letter into his hand. Harry thanked her and gave her some of the remainder of his toast. She waited expectantly but he told her that she could go. She flew off to the owlery to be with all the other owls.
Ron wanted Harry to open the letter, but Harry was watching Hermione. She had just got up and was walking towards her next class, she had received a book called 'Potions, a beginners guide' and she was already lost in it, the bad thing? She was heading straight for Snape.
Now Ron was watching as well.
"Miss Granger," Snape put out his hand and stopped her from running into him, "I really think you should watch where you are going in future."
"Yes Professor Snape." Hermione tried to cover the book. Snape snatched it from her hands.
"Don't you think I am capable of teaching potions, Miss Granger, would you rather a book?" Snapes voice had that dangerous silky quality in it. Hermione sighed.
"No, Professor Snape." Hermione seemed downcast and Ron realised that she hadn't been very talkative at the table.
"I don't think it is quite necessary for me to deduct any points from your house, this time." He mentally cursed himself, why did he just do that? He could have deducted a lot of points from Gryffindor than.
"Thankyou Professor" Was it just her, or had she just seen a flicker of concern in his eyes? It must be just her, she was tired and she was worried about those two boys.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Harry open that letter!" Ron, as always, was impatient. Harry was thinking about what had just happened to Hermione, Snape was acting strangely and they hadn't even done anything . . yet.
"Alright already!" Harry quickly scanned the letter, it was to Ron as well so he read it aloud "Dear Harry (he read) Come down to my cabin I need to talk to both of you You haven't been in a while Don't bring Hermione Hagrid"
"Whatever could that mean Harry? Don't bring 'Mione?" Ron was confused, Hagrid was their friend, and Hermione was too.
"Well, whatever it is, it can wait until after the feast tonight. You know what is going to happen then don't you?" Harry was looking forward to that night and the note was forgotten in their excitement.
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" . . . And lastly, the quill." Murmured Harry as he watched the black feather slowly sink into the potion, turning it a brilliant orange colour.
"Look at that colour! I'm glad it is All Hollows Eve tonight, if it wasn't we would never be able to make him drink this." On All Hallows Eve the normal drinks were replaced with pumpkin juice, and that happened to be a lovely orange colour.
"How are we going to get him to drink this by the way?" Harry was curious.
" I told you before, I'll take care of it. You'd better get ready for Quidditch practise. We need all the points we can get, Slytherin is almost ahead of us as it is. You can't let them win this game." Harry was looking at Ron in surprise.
"I thought we were against Hufflepuff!"
"Harry! Do you listen to anything I, or anyone else for that matter, says?" He sighed, "One of the Hufflepuff players was involved in an 'accident' during a practise session, shattered his leg. So what else could Hufflepuff do? They had to forfeit the game."
They heard a voice mumbling the password and the portrait of the fat lady swung open. Oliver Wood walked in.
"Harry, we need you at practice, big match on soon. I just hope we can win it. It'll be a hard one . . and not just because of Slytherin. You will never guess who is the referee." Oliver looked worried "Snape!"
Oliver had every right to be worried, Snape never refereed fairly, especially not when it was Gryffindor and Slytherin.
Harry and Oliver left the room, still talking about the upcoming match.
Ron waited until he was alone and then grabbed the flask they had put the potion in. He walked out into the corridor heading towards the kitchen.
Neither he nor Harry has noticed that the book they had used was open on the floor, nor that it said the potion should have turned a dull yellow.
* * * * * * * * * *
Ron was making himself a sandwich in the kitchen, the house elves were running around making the feast for that night. He saw Dobby sitting only two seats away from him, perfect.
"But if I don't Harry will be so dissapointed in me . . ." Ron was staring at the table, but he could feel Dobbys eyes on him. "But how can I do it?"
Ron started tapping the bottle on the table, Dobby had moved next to him.
"I heard you talking sir, is there anything Dobby can do to help?" Dobby was unlike other house elves, but he did always want to help Harry and his friends.
"Well . . ." Ron didn't want to seem to eager, Harry would hate the idea of using Dobby like this. "Do you think you could?"
"Sir, what would you like Dobby to do for you?" Ron smiled, how perfect today is, he thought.
Several minutes later, Ron grabbed his sandwich and walked out of the kitchen whistling.
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Well? Do you like it? I hope you all did and I hope to get a few reviews . . . They make me write faster I think (hint hint)
Zelur
P.S. I am running out of ideas, please feel free to mention any. Zel