Good stuff. I love fluffiness. XD good times. I shall perhaps add
fluff..reply with your vote on whether or not Hermione and Harry should
hook up in the coming chapters!!!!
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After completing his two feet of parchment, his writing as big as he could make it, Harry set to reading his book on invoking, for Trelawney. Ron beside him cracking the occasional sly joke and Hermione glaring at them from over her Arithmancy text book making the evening not too disappointing.
By now Harry had convinced himself it had only been a dream and was furtively trying to digest the raw information spewing at him from the text book. Something about great dangers to those not true, and something else about invokers become one with the element, more about fulfilling duties to the naturopathic earth magic Harry read as he nodded slowly off to sleep.
Harry awoke to Hermione tapping him gently on the shoulder. He lifted his head, shielding his eyes from the light that poured through the stained glass window across the room. Marks from the pages in his book remained imprinted on his forehead as he glanced around. Hermione grinned at him, Harry's stomach fluttered gently. Damn she was beautiful. Damn he was hungry.
Hermione grinned and dumped a napkin containing strawberries and breakfast rolls onto the table before him.
"Hurry and eat, we'll be late for Herbology." Hermione ushered. Harry inhaled his food and trotted with Hermione out to green house number three, where he spent and hour and a half learning the uses of honey suckles.
That morning, after Herbology, Harry was scurrying towards the dungeons, hoping he wouldn't be late because he tried to distance himself from Snape as much as possible and ready to hand in his extremely largely printed two feet on Verisatrium, Harry caught sight of Ron, pressing his fingers to his temples looking exceedingly confused, as if he didn't know where to go. Harry shrugged it off and ran to catch up with Hermione as she entered Potions. Half paying attention, Harry shot Snape a glare fit for kings when he got his paper back and a big fat red C Minus was drawn across his paper.
"Probably didn't even read it." Harry muttered, leaning over to look at Hermione's paper. A Plus. Why do my friend have to be so smart? Harry asked himself.
Hermione scowled at Harry. "Harry, as foul as Snape is. He id a good teacher!" Hermione insisted, shaking her head at him, her eyes twinkling. Harry had to mentally restrain himself from tucking stray locks of hair behind her ear.
"Say the one who got an A Plus!" Harry said, throwing his hands in the air.
Harry and Hermione spent the next hour trying to create more Verisatrium, but to no avail. Harry forgot to stir his concoction five and a half times clockwise then three and two fifth counter-clockwise.
Next, Harry trotted off to charms, where he began to nod off after ten minutes of intricate description of the exact number of millimetres you were supposed to jab and flick.
After charms, (Harry lost ten points for falling asleep), Harry ate lunch between Hermione and Ron, across from Ginny, who was flirting, to Ron's dismay and eye twitching anger, with Seamus.
Making his way up the cold, echoing steps to the north tower, Harry flopped onto his pillow next to Ron, and glanced at Trelawney, who was rounding the classroom, her bug eyes wide (Or maybe it was the glasses).
She settled herself before the classroom. A thin, spidery smile on her lips. "Today we learn the naturopathic fulfillments needed to invoke. I expect none of you will have these duties completed, though few may have one of the three, though I doubt it."
Harry sat up, for the first time in months of Divination, he was slightly interested.
Oddly, Proffessor Trelawney's eyes rolled back into her head, had hands were raised to the sky, and blue mist seemed to enter her fingers tips. When she spoke, no one interrupted, Lavender and Parvati sat huddled together. Proffessor Trelawney's voice was barely more audible than a whisper, and sounded more flowing, it reminded Harry of the wind whistling through trees. "The First Requirement In Order to Invoke Water: You must have slain a horror that feeds on humanity three times over."
Harry's chest tightened. He tried to breath evenly. He could feel Ron glance at him as Trelawney continued.
"The Second Requirement In Order to Invoke Water: You must have been betrayed three times over."
Harry stared at the floor, not wanting to hear the next one.
"The Third, And Final Requirement In Order to Invoke Water: You must have lost three parts of your hope."
Harry blinked at Proffessor Trelawney, the corners of her mouth began to froth as blue mist left her. She collapsed on the floor. Lavender and Parvati drew breath worriedly and stood to help her just as the sat up, her back rigid and her eyes fixed on intensely on Harry. He was about to say he'd only accomplished on of them, when her eyes rolled back into her head. No blue mist this time. Parvati and Lavender sat down. The room fell silent. Trelawney spoke, breaking the silence with a rough, raspy voice. "Be Warned the one. Who thrice has slain. Who was thrice betrayed. Be Warned the one. Who has yet to invoke the three. Who has lost hope three."
The professor took a deep breath and continued, Her gaze not letting Harry break it's hold. Everyone remaining silent.
"Thrice slain the Dark Lord. Thrice betrayed: by Mentor, By Elder Father, and Black Friend. Three Powers to be held within. Fire, Water and Wind. Three quarters of Hope gone."
Once again she drew a breath, her voice heaving and rasping as she continued.
"The power and prophecy ends the night. He is betrayed once more, by friend burning bright. Whom shall be slain in the dark of the night, during the trinity's fight."
Proffessor Trelawney collapsed and within seconds, Lavender and Parvati were at her side, cooing her awake. Harry knew a real prophecy when he heard one. Trelawney couldn't fake it that well.
'Damnit', Harry thought. 'Why me? Why Always Me?'. 'Perhaps it isn't you this time.' The small unreasonable portion of Harry's brain chided.
Harry turned to Ron, aware that his friend was staring at him. To his surprise, Ron's eyes were closed, but Harry could feel his gaze upon him anyway. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He looked away, but the unnerving feeling of being watched was still surrounding him.
"Ron!" He said, irritated, shoving Ron in the shoulder. Ron's eyes popped open, glowing red for a millisecond before returning to their normal brown.
Harry's eyes widened and a stab of fear ran through him. He stood shaking his head and stormed from the room, aware that everyone's eyes were fastened upon his retreating back.
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After completing his two feet of parchment, his writing as big as he could make it, Harry set to reading his book on invoking, for Trelawney. Ron beside him cracking the occasional sly joke and Hermione glaring at them from over her Arithmancy text book making the evening not too disappointing.
By now Harry had convinced himself it had only been a dream and was furtively trying to digest the raw information spewing at him from the text book. Something about great dangers to those not true, and something else about invokers become one with the element, more about fulfilling duties to the naturopathic earth magic Harry read as he nodded slowly off to sleep.
Harry awoke to Hermione tapping him gently on the shoulder. He lifted his head, shielding his eyes from the light that poured through the stained glass window across the room. Marks from the pages in his book remained imprinted on his forehead as he glanced around. Hermione grinned at him, Harry's stomach fluttered gently. Damn she was beautiful. Damn he was hungry.
Hermione grinned and dumped a napkin containing strawberries and breakfast rolls onto the table before him.
"Hurry and eat, we'll be late for Herbology." Hermione ushered. Harry inhaled his food and trotted with Hermione out to green house number three, where he spent and hour and a half learning the uses of honey suckles.
That morning, after Herbology, Harry was scurrying towards the dungeons, hoping he wouldn't be late because he tried to distance himself from Snape as much as possible and ready to hand in his extremely largely printed two feet on Verisatrium, Harry caught sight of Ron, pressing his fingers to his temples looking exceedingly confused, as if he didn't know where to go. Harry shrugged it off and ran to catch up with Hermione as she entered Potions. Half paying attention, Harry shot Snape a glare fit for kings when he got his paper back and a big fat red C Minus was drawn across his paper.
"Probably didn't even read it." Harry muttered, leaning over to look at Hermione's paper. A Plus. Why do my friend have to be so smart? Harry asked himself.
Hermione scowled at Harry. "Harry, as foul as Snape is. He id a good teacher!" Hermione insisted, shaking her head at him, her eyes twinkling. Harry had to mentally restrain himself from tucking stray locks of hair behind her ear.
"Say the one who got an A Plus!" Harry said, throwing his hands in the air.
Harry and Hermione spent the next hour trying to create more Verisatrium, but to no avail. Harry forgot to stir his concoction five and a half times clockwise then three and two fifth counter-clockwise.
Next, Harry trotted off to charms, where he began to nod off after ten minutes of intricate description of the exact number of millimetres you were supposed to jab and flick.
After charms, (Harry lost ten points for falling asleep), Harry ate lunch between Hermione and Ron, across from Ginny, who was flirting, to Ron's dismay and eye twitching anger, with Seamus.
Making his way up the cold, echoing steps to the north tower, Harry flopped onto his pillow next to Ron, and glanced at Trelawney, who was rounding the classroom, her bug eyes wide (Or maybe it was the glasses).
She settled herself before the classroom. A thin, spidery smile on her lips. "Today we learn the naturopathic fulfillments needed to invoke. I expect none of you will have these duties completed, though few may have one of the three, though I doubt it."
Harry sat up, for the first time in months of Divination, he was slightly interested.
Oddly, Proffessor Trelawney's eyes rolled back into her head, had hands were raised to the sky, and blue mist seemed to enter her fingers tips. When she spoke, no one interrupted, Lavender and Parvati sat huddled together. Proffessor Trelawney's voice was barely more audible than a whisper, and sounded more flowing, it reminded Harry of the wind whistling through trees. "The First Requirement In Order to Invoke Water: You must have slain a horror that feeds on humanity three times over."
Harry's chest tightened. He tried to breath evenly. He could feel Ron glance at him as Trelawney continued.
"The Second Requirement In Order to Invoke Water: You must have been betrayed three times over."
Harry stared at the floor, not wanting to hear the next one.
"The Third, And Final Requirement In Order to Invoke Water: You must have lost three parts of your hope."
Harry blinked at Proffessor Trelawney, the corners of her mouth began to froth as blue mist left her. She collapsed on the floor. Lavender and Parvati drew breath worriedly and stood to help her just as the sat up, her back rigid and her eyes fixed on intensely on Harry. He was about to say he'd only accomplished on of them, when her eyes rolled back into her head. No blue mist this time. Parvati and Lavender sat down. The room fell silent. Trelawney spoke, breaking the silence with a rough, raspy voice. "Be Warned the one. Who thrice has slain. Who was thrice betrayed. Be Warned the one. Who has yet to invoke the three. Who has lost hope three."
The professor took a deep breath and continued, Her gaze not letting Harry break it's hold. Everyone remaining silent.
"Thrice slain the Dark Lord. Thrice betrayed: by Mentor, By Elder Father, and Black Friend. Three Powers to be held within. Fire, Water and Wind. Three quarters of Hope gone."
Once again she drew a breath, her voice heaving and rasping as she continued.
"The power and prophecy ends the night. He is betrayed once more, by friend burning bright. Whom shall be slain in the dark of the night, during the trinity's fight."
Proffessor Trelawney collapsed and within seconds, Lavender and Parvati were at her side, cooing her awake. Harry knew a real prophecy when he heard one. Trelawney couldn't fake it that well.
'Damnit', Harry thought. 'Why me? Why Always Me?'. 'Perhaps it isn't you this time.' The small unreasonable portion of Harry's brain chided.
Harry turned to Ron, aware that his friend was staring at him. To his surprise, Ron's eyes were closed, but Harry could feel his gaze upon him anyway. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He looked away, but the unnerving feeling of being watched was still surrounding him.
"Ron!" He said, irritated, shoving Ron in the shoulder. Ron's eyes popped open, glowing red for a millisecond before returning to their normal brown.
Harry's eyes widened and a stab of fear ran through him. He stood shaking his head and stormed from the room, aware that everyone's eyes were fastened upon his retreating back.