The Centaurs Prediction
Chapter 2: The Parcel
Harry walked out. It was a little windy, but all the more challenge. Ron looked at him and smiled, "Ready?" He asked.
Harry shot up and poor Ron nearly fell off his broom. He really needed a nicer one.
We played for an hour and a half and then Hermione joined us. Ron decided to have a little fun.
"Hermione, how come you never play Quidditch yourself? Is it because Vicky doesn't like it when you play?" Hermione blushed the color of Ron's hair.
"I can play!" She defiantly answered. She pulled Ron's foot out of the air and slid onto his broom. Ron toppled to the ground and Hermione gracefully floated up to where Harry was.
"I'll play a game, seeker to seeker." She said. Taking position she pulled out the team snitch. Harry was a little unsure but went along with it anyway.
It was quite a game. Hermione and Harry tied, and Ron sat there and gaped open-mouthed, from the bleachers, where he was still lying where he had fallen in the beginning.
Harry's scar had been throbbing once again. Something was up and Harry didn't like it. Ron had noticed but Harry wasn't sure of the meaning. They had been busy talking. "Where do you reckon Snapes at?" questioned Ron.
"I was told he was on a mission for the order," Harry replied. Snape had been gone for days now.
Harry headed back inside the castle and walked over to the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Password?" Inquired the Fat Lady.
"Mystic Melon Bubble," muttered Harry. Dumbledore still had his odd taste in passwords.
As he trudged over to the staircase he heard squawking sound from above. 'Hedwig?' he thought. He ran the rest of the way up to the beds.
"Hedwig, what is it?" She stuck her clawed foot out at Harry. "What do you have there?" She had a box addressed to Harry in scribbled handwriting.
Harry opened the box and found a note.
Harry!
I am in a hurry; something terrible has happened to the order! Dumbledore had agreed to let me take you out of school. Please take contents of the box to Firenze's tower at midnight.
Remus Lupin
Harry looked at the note. Had somebody found out about the order? Walking over to the box, Harry looked in it to find a hastily packed doggy chew toy. Confused Harry re-read the message.
'Of course!' Harry thought. 'A portkey!'
He carefully placed the package under his bed and decided to study for his potions test in the meantime.
Ron came in and inquired about his scar again.
"Ron, something had happened, I can feel it." Harry said.
"Do you think, it could be-Voldmort?" He faltered saying this last part.
"Maybe, but I suspect more. Ron, don't tell Hermione, she's been so caught up I don't think she noticed. It's better if we let her study.
"Yeah, you're right about that mate." Bored Ron sat next to Harry and TRIED to do some homework.
"Ron, let's go to Hagrids," suggested Harry, hoping he could pass the time there.
He couldn't help thinking of Lupin's letter. 'What did he mean terrible? Did they find headquarters? Could Sirius be alive.?' Harry let that last thought linger in his mind.
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Ok, so how am I??
I am working on chapter 3. They get longer each time, and I am using a lot of spacing so it looks longer. ( But I need some reviews!
Chapter 2: The Parcel
Harry walked out. It was a little windy, but all the more challenge. Ron looked at him and smiled, "Ready?" He asked.
Harry shot up and poor Ron nearly fell off his broom. He really needed a nicer one.
We played for an hour and a half and then Hermione joined us. Ron decided to have a little fun.
"Hermione, how come you never play Quidditch yourself? Is it because Vicky doesn't like it when you play?" Hermione blushed the color of Ron's hair.
"I can play!" She defiantly answered. She pulled Ron's foot out of the air and slid onto his broom. Ron toppled to the ground and Hermione gracefully floated up to where Harry was.
"I'll play a game, seeker to seeker." She said. Taking position she pulled out the team snitch. Harry was a little unsure but went along with it anyway.
It was quite a game. Hermione and Harry tied, and Ron sat there and gaped open-mouthed, from the bleachers, where he was still lying where he had fallen in the beginning.
Harry's scar had been throbbing once again. Something was up and Harry didn't like it. Ron had noticed but Harry wasn't sure of the meaning. They had been busy talking. "Where do you reckon Snapes at?" questioned Ron.
"I was told he was on a mission for the order," Harry replied. Snape had been gone for days now.
Harry headed back inside the castle and walked over to the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Password?" Inquired the Fat Lady.
"Mystic Melon Bubble," muttered Harry. Dumbledore still had his odd taste in passwords.
As he trudged over to the staircase he heard squawking sound from above. 'Hedwig?' he thought. He ran the rest of the way up to the beds.
"Hedwig, what is it?" She stuck her clawed foot out at Harry. "What do you have there?" She had a box addressed to Harry in scribbled handwriting.
Harry opened the box and found a note.
Harry!
I am in a hurry; something terrible has happened to the order! Dumbledore had agreed to let me take you out of school. Please take contents of the box to Firenze's tower at midnight.
Remus Lupin
Harry looked at the note. Had somebody found out about the order? Walking over to the box, Harry looked in it to find a hastily packed doggy chew toy. Confused Harry re-read the message.
'Of course!' Harry thought. 'A portkey!'
He carefully placed the package under his bed and decided to study for his potions test in the meantime.
Ron came in and inquired about his scar again.
"Ron, something had happened, I can feel it." Harry said.
"Do you think, it could be-Voldmort?" He faltered saying this last part.
"Maybe, but I suspect more. Ron, don't tell Hermione, she's been so caught up I don't think she noticed. It's better if we let her study.
"Yeah, you're right about that mate." Bored Ron sat next to Harry and TRIED to do some homework.
"Ron, let's go to Hagrids," suggested Harry, hoping he could pass the time there.
He couldn't help thinking of Lupin's letter. 'What did he mean terrible? Did they find headquarters? Could Sirius be alive.?' Harry let that last thought linger in his mind.
.................
Ok, so how am I??
I am working on chapter 3. They get longer each time, and I am using a lot of spacing so it looks longer. ( But I need some reviews!