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Pointless rambles: Did anyone else find the fifth book of Harry Potter a little pointless? I mean, 1000 pages for a bloody prophecy. Is anyone watching the new Beyblade episodes? They are fantastic! Love them! And poor Selena! She really wanted to be good. And then she just have to be corrupted by the powerful Cyber Drigger! But at least she is not taking Ray! That guy belongs to Mariah! Okay that's about it.
Thanks for all the reviews! Love you all. And thanks to Crystal C for emailing me suggestions! Thank you everyone!
"The four legendary elemental beast spirits are named Dragoon, Driger, Dranzer, and Draciel. It is said that those four beast spirits do not originate from Earth. They were from the worlds of Gods, and their powers are beyond human imagination."
Harry stared at the paragraph sceptically and then flipped the page. A colourful painted plait covered the next page. The painting depicts a great phoenix shrouded in flames of scarlet and gold. Despite everything, it is a beautiful picture at least. Harry went on and read the small description on the right of the painting.
"Dranzer, the phoenix dominates the element of fire. He is a symbol of life, death and rebirth. The current holder of this beast spirit is Kai Hiwatiari, captain of the world champion beyblade team the Blade Breakers."
He flipped the page absentmindedly. The next page had the painting of a great tiger on it. The description reads:
"Driger, the white tiger is of the element earth and wood. He is the guardian of the substances that shaped the world and everything that grows from it. This beast spirit is kept by a Chinese clan for countless generations. The current holder of the tiger spirit is Ray Kon, a descendant of the clan, and also a member of the Blade Breakers."
Harry shut the book in irritation. It is truly after the style of The Quibbler. Most things in there were common knowledge, while the others seemed ridiculous. Even if there was truth hidden inside those words, they were no help to him. He threw the book into his trunk and shut the lid. With that he changed into his nightshirt and went to sleep. Tomorrow is the first day back to school, and he still needs room in his mind for other things.
The next day came with the blink of an eye. Already Harry was at King's Cross Station. He pushed his trolley with care. It was heavy, with his large trunk and owl cage. He was in a good mood, cheerful and animated. Despite his doubts and fears he could still feel his eager anticipation. He couldn't wait to go back. No matter what, Hogwarts had always been a safe harbour for him. There was a huge crowd on platform 9 ¾, all Hogwarts students and their families.
They loaded their luggage and climbed aboard the Hogwarts, "they" meaning Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and the Blade Breakers. Hermione and Ron headed for the prefects' compartments after they got on the train, with promises to return when they are patrolling. Ginny went off with her fifth year friends. Leaving Harry and the Blade Breakers sharing one compartment at the end of the train. They seated themselves, finding the seemingly small compartment was actually quite large and comfortable.
Ray said with amazement, "The compartment sure has a large capacity."
"Oh Ray, stop being so rational!" Max laughed, "We are in a magical train, going to magical school, so drop that for a while."
With that they all laughed. But suddenly a cold sneer interrupted their peaceful time. A slim boy with platinum blond hair appeared, behind him were two more boys. It was no other than Draco Malfoy and his puppets, Crabbe and Goyle.
"So, had a nice summer, Pot head?" Malfoy said coldly, "I am surprised you are still alive, but don't worry, you won't be for long. Now the Dark Lord is back with all of his followers, you will be dead before you know it."
Harry's eyes narrowed and he said forcefully, "Get out, Malfoy."
"That's ten points from Gryffindor for being rude to a prefect." Malfoy jeered, "And maybe ten more points for mangling with pathetic muggles again."
With that he shot a vehement look at the Blade Breakers. Kai laughed with a mocking expression on his face, but he said nothing.
Shea said with an airy elegance, "Where did all that haughtiness come from? Like those you call muggles are homo sapien and you are not?"
Draco glared at the girl coldly and said, "Of course I am not."
First there was a silence, then the Blade Breakers burst out laughing so loud that Harry thought the train shook.
"Oh my god!" Kenny said breathlessly between laughs, "He said he isn't homo sapien!"
Shea said mockingly, "Of course he isn't. He is an australopithecus afarensis who forgot to evolve."
At this everyone laughed even louder. With malicious satisfaction Harry noticed Malfoy was turning to a shade of green, and his face was twisted with rage. Malfoy knew that he was made fun of, but he has no idea how. But he was not taking the insult easy. He pulled his wand and muttered some words.
"Careful!" Harry shouted, but that was too late. A blast of white light shot from the wand and flew into the compartment.
But Ray brought his hand up and caught the beam of light as if it was nothing but a paper ball. The beam of light twisted and hovered above his palm. He flicked his wrist a little, and the light vanished. His golden eyes narrowed, like those of a cat. There was something akin to fear on Malfoy's face as he watched the Chinese teen.
Ray said in a collected voice, "I would suggest you not to try that again. We are not about to descend to your levels, but we are not going to take things lying down either."
With a grunt Malfoy retreated. Harry felt the urge to question the Chinese teen. He wanted to know how Ray could simply stop a jinx like that, without even using a wand. But he restrained himself. There was no point.
The rest of the journey was relatively boring. When they finally reached the school it started to drizzle just a bit. The horseless carriages were waiting for them, well; they are not so horseless now. Harry could see pairs of thestrals pulling the carriages. They arrived at the great hall, and the evening wore on as usual. Harry found a seat with Hermione and Ron, while Professor McGonagall led the Blade Breakers away. They were seated at the end of the Gryffindor table, near the staff table. Only seconds after they took their seats and Professor McGonagall went away to welcome the first years, many excited and curious students crowded around them. Harry chuckled with amusement, thinking to himself that the Blade Breakers must be really famous to be surrounded by fans in Hogwarts.
The feast followed was not much different from the usual one. The food was excellent, and speech was sparse. Harry scanned the staff table for a new face and found none. He was disappointed and slightly worried. He wanted to see his new Defence Against Dark Arts teacher, but whoever it will be was not at the feast.
When they returned to the Gryffindor common room Harry found a nice table beside the fireplace and sat down with Hermione and Ron. They huddled together over their new timetables.
"I think we have all the same classes." Ron said while peering at Harry's timetable.
"Not for me." Hermione grunted as she survey the parchment before her, "It seems I will have arithmancy and astronomy all by myself this year. What classes do you have tomorrow?"
Harry said gloomily, "Double potions tomorrow morning, followed by history of magic and double defence against dark arts. Why must they give us horrible Mondays?"
"Cheer up, mate." Ron said in a light voice, "Defence against dark arts can't be that bad. I mean, after Umbridge, It just couldn't get any worse."
"I wonder who will be teaching us this year?" Harry wondered out loud, "I haven't seen any new teacher at the feast."
Ron suddenly had a horrified look on his face. He asked in a hushed voice, "You don't think Snape finally got the job, do you? It's bad enough I still have to take potions from him!"
Harry shuddered at the prospect. He never liked Snape, and the potion master seems to return the hatred with full force. Harry still had to take potions this year because he wanted to be an auror, but with learning defence against dark arts from Snape also would be a little too much for him to handle.
"Hopefully not." Harry said in a subdued voice.
The next morning was certainly not bright and cheerful. The ceiling of the great hall was a silky smooth grey colour. Harry found himself worrying endlessly over his potion class. He marched into the dungeon mechanically with Hermione and Ron. To his surprise he found Kai, Ray and Shea already there, sitting at the back row.
The dark-haired girl waved at him and said in a silvery light voice, "Hey, Harry. Come and sit here with us."
Harry walked up to them and took a seat; Hermione and Ron also sat down near them. Harry surveyed the dungeon silently. It was dark and gloom, just as he remembered. Across the dungeon, Harry could see Malfoy and his cronies, looking smug as usual. He turned and looked at the threesome sitting beside him.
"Where are the others?" Harry asked, "I thought you guys all chose the same classes."
Shea turned to him, "You mean Tyson Max and Chief? They are in their fifth year."
Harry nodded absently, looking up again. Snape had just walked into the dungeon, and the class quiet down in his presence.
Snape surveyed the class with his dark eyes, and then he said slowly, "I welcome you all to another year in the studying of potion making. The materials we will cover this year are complicated and difficult. Only the best can master such skills. It has occurred to me that some not so satisfactory students have managed to enter this course under special circumstances, and I must remind them it may prove ill for them."
Here his gazed lingered on Harry, who stared back defiantly. There was a cold smirk on Snape's face. His eyes then swept to the three new students, and there was an obvious dislike in his eyes.
He paused, and started again, "Today we will start with the dreamless sleep potion. The instruction is on the board, and the materials are in the cupboard. We will do this in pairs, so please find yourself a partner."
He paused again and added with a mocking gleam in his eyes, "Please make sure you do this with the uttermost care. I do not wish to see something that isn't included in the description of the dreamless sleep potion. You may begin."
At his words Ron leaped and quickly grabbed Hermione as a partner, and threw an apologetic look at Harry at the same time. Harry shrugged and felt slightly left out. He looked around vainly for a partner, but it seems everyone was already starting. Suddenly Harry heard a quiet voice, he turned around and found himself face to face with the Chinese teen Ray.
"May I work with you?" He asked with a faint smile.
"Err, sure." Harry said, "I will go get the ingredients, and you can start."
Harry returned with arms laden with materials. He put them down on his desk and began to read the instructions carefully. He didn't want to give Snape another reason to vanish his potion. But Ray only scanned the board before he lowered his head and began to work. When Harry finished reading the instructions, the caldron before him was already bubbling with water and ingredients.
"Are you sure about that?" Harry asked uncertainly.
Ray said with a collected confidence while carefully cutting some white willow barks into long, thin strips, "I am sure it's all in order. The next step is to add in the serpent grass seeds. You should work on that. Oh and they will work better if you crush them first."
"Um, okay. But it doesn't say on the board though." Harry said timidly.
"Yes, but those seeds have glossed shells around them." Ray answered, "The chemicals inside won't be released fast enough if you don't break the shells."
Harry nodded and went on with his work. He added the seed, and then the willow bark. Here he paused and let the potion simmer for three minutes. He raised his head and read the middle part of the instructions again. The next few steps were the most difficult. Different ingredients must be added consecutively, with an exact interval of fifteen seconds in between.
"Here, I will do those." Ray said.
Harry watched in amazement as the Chinese teen added in the ingredients precisely with ease.
"Are you sure you haven't done this before?" Harry asked.
Ray answered in that easy way of his with a faint smile, "I have never done this, but I suppose brewing Chinese medicine wasn't that much different."
Here he diminished the fire then and let the potion cool down. The liquid was clear like water, with a silvery blue mist hanging above it. Harry looked around the dungeon and suddenly felt proud. Most people seemed to have troubles with this potion. Even Malfoy, who was skilled with a caldron and a stirring rod, was cursing behind the dense green smoke that rose from his caldron.
Snape was walking among the students. He paused before Kai and Shea, whose caldron was shrouded in that perfect silvery blue mist. His lips curled into a frown and he left without a word. He paused again before Hermione and Ron, who were looking nervous.
"Not bad, huh?" Snape said with a smirk while wafting the pale blue vapour around the caldron, "I see you have added the serpent grass seeds whole and the willow barks in chunks. I never thought you do absolutely no thinking on your own."
Hermione lowered her head and looked embarrassed, and Ron looked indignant. Snape walked away and this time he headed for Harry. He stood before the caldron, surveying the potion with great care. But he could find no fault with it. Finally with a strange sound in his throat and a look of disgust he stood up and walked away. Harry couldn't help feeling satisfied. His joy was beyond words.
"I see everyone is finished." Snape said stiffly, "Fill out your flask and put them on my desk. Class dismissed."
Harry filled one flask and labelled it. He took it up to Snape's desk and placed it carefully in front of the teacher. Snape eyed him critically with great contempt but said nothing. Harry returned and gathered his things into his school bag, now feeling much more light- hearted. He hummed a little tune to himself as he headed out the dark dungeon. Maybe this wasn't such a horrible Monday after all.
A/N: Do you like that? Please tell me. So review!
Pointless rambles: Did anyone else find the fifth book of Harry Potter a little pointless? I mean, 1000 pages for a bloody prophecy. Is anyone watching the new Beyblade episodes? They are fantastic! Love them! And poor Selena! She really wanted to be good. And then she just have to be corrupted by the powerful Cyber Drigger! But at least she is not taking Ray! That guy belongs to Mariah! Okay that's about it.
Thanks for all the reviews! Love you all. And thanks to Crystal C for emailing me suggestions! Thank you everyone!
"The four legendary elemental beast spirits are named Dragoon, Driger, Dranzer, and Draciel. It is said that those four beast spirits do not originate from Earth. They were from the worlds of Gods, and their powers are beyond human imagination."
Harry stared at the paragraph sceptically and then flipped the page. A colourful painted plait covered the next page. The painting depicts a great phoenix shrouded in flames of scarlet and gold. Despite everything, it is a beautiful picture at least. Harry went on and read the small description on the right of the painting.
"Dranzer, the phoenix dominates the element of fire. He is a symbol of life, death and rebirth. The current holder of this beast spirit is Kai Hiwatiari, captain of the world champion beyblade team the Blade Breakers."
He flipped the page absentmindedly. The next page had the painting of a great tiger on it. The description reads:
"Driger, the white tiger is of the element earth and wood. He is the guardian of the substances that shaped the world and everything that grows from it. This beast spirit is kept by a Chinese clan for countless generations. The current holder of the tiger spirit is Ray Kon, a descendant of the clan, and also a member of the Blade Breakers."
Harry shut the book in irritation. It is truly after the style of The Quibbler. Most things in there were common knowledge, while the others seemed ridiculous. Even if there was truth hidden inside those words, they were no help to him. He threw the book into his trunk and shut the lid. With that he changed into his nightshirt and went to sleep. Tomorrow is the first day back to school, and he still needs room in his mind for other things.
The next day came with the blink of an eye. Already Harry was at King's Cross Station. He pushed his trolley with care. It was heavy, with his large trunk and owl cage. He was in a good mood, cheerful and animated. Despite his doubts and fears he could still feel his eager anticipation. He couldn't wait to go back. No matter what, Hogwarts had always been a safe harbour for him. There was a huge crowd on platform 9 ¾, all Hogwarts students and their families.
They loaded their luggage and climbed aboard the Hogwarts, "they" meaning Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and the Blade Breakers. Hermione and Ron headed for the prefects' compartments after they got on the train, with promises to return when they are patrolling. Ginny went off with her fifth year friends. Leaving Harry and the Blade Breakers sharing one compartment at the end of the train. They seated themselves, finding the seemingly small compartment was actually quite large and comfortable.
Ray said with amazement, "The compartment sure has a large capacity."
"Oh Ray, stop being so rational!" Max laughed, "We are in a magical train, going to magical school, so drop that for a while."
With that they all laughed. But suddenly a cold sneer interrupted their peaceful time. A slim boy with platinum blond hair appeared, behind him were two more boys. It was no other than Draco Malfoy and his puppets, Crabbe and Goyle.
"So, had a nice summer, Pot head?" Malfoy said coldly, "I am surprised you are still alive, but don't worry, you won't be for long. Now the Dark Lord is back with all of his followers, you will be dead before you know it."
Harry's eyes narrowed and he said forcefully, "Get out, Malfoy."
"That's ten points from Gryffindor for being rude to a prefect." Malfoy jeered, "And maybe ten more points for mangling with pathetic muggles again."
With that he shot a vehement look at the Blade Breakers. Kai laughed with a mocking expression on his face, but he said nothing.
Shea said with an airy elegance, "Where did all that haughtiness come from? Like those you call muggles are homo sapien and you are not?"
Draco glared at the girl coldly and said, "Of course I am not."
First there was a silence, then the Blade Breakers burst out laughing so loud that Harry thought the train shook.
"Oh my god!" Kenny said breathlessly between laughs, "He said he isn't homo sapien!"
Shea said mockingly, "Of course he isn't. He is an australopithecus afarensis who forgot to evolve."
At this everyone laughed even louder. With malicious satisfaction Harry noticed Malfoy was turning to a shade of green, and his face was twisted with rage. Malfoy knew that he was made fun of, but he has no idea how. But he was not taking the insult easy. He pulled his wand and muttered some words.
"Careful!" Harry shouted, but that was too late. A blast of white light shot from the wand and flew into the compartment.
But Ray brought his hand up and caught the beam of light as if it was nothing but a paper ball. The beam of light twisted and hovered above his palm. He flicked his wrist a little, and the light vanished. His golden eyes narrowed, like those of a cat. There was something akin to fear on Malfoy's face as he watched the Chinese teen.
Ray said in a collected voice, "I would suggest you not to try that again. We are not about to descend to your levels, but we are not going to take things lying down either."
With a grunt Malfoy retreated. Harry felt the urge to question the Chinese teen. He wanted to know how Ray could simply stop a jinx like that, without even using a wand. But he restrained himself. There was no point.
The rest of the journey was relatively boring. When they finally reached the school it started to drizzle just a bit. The horseless carriages were waiting for them, well; they are not so horseless now. Harry could see pairs of thestrals pulling the carriages. They arrived at the great hall, and the evening wore on as usual. Harry found a seat with Hermione and Ron, while Professor McGonagall led the Blade Breakers away. They were seated at the end of the Gryffindor table, near the staff table. Only seconds after they took their seats and Professor McGonagall went away to welcome the first years, many excited and curious students crowded around them. Harry chuckled with amusement, thinking to himself that the Blade Breakers must be really famous to be surrounded by fans in Hogwarts.
The feast followed was not much different from the usual one. The food was excellent, and speech was sparse. Harry scanned the staff table for a new face and found none. He was disappointed and slightly worried. He wanted to see his new Defence Against Dark Arts teacher, but whoever it will be was not at the feast.
When they returned to the Gryffindor common room Harry found a nice table beside the fireplace and sat down with Hermione and Ron. They huddled together over their new timetables.
"I think we have all the same classes." Ron said while peering at Harry's timetable.
"Not for me." Hermione grunted as she survey the parchment before her, "It seems I will have arithmancy and astronomy all by myself this year. What classes do you have tomorrow?"
Harry said gloomily, "Double potions tomorrow morning, followed by history of magic and double defence against dark arts. Why must they give us horrible Mondays?"
"Cheer up, mate." Ron said in a light voice, "Defence against dark arts can't be that bad. I mean, after Umbridge, It just couldn't get any worse."
"I wonder who will be teaching us this year?" Harry wondered out loud, "I haven't seen any new teacher at the feast."
Ron suddenly had a horrified look on his face. He asked in a hushed voice, "You don't think Snape finally got the job, do you? It's bad enough I still have to take potions from him!"
Harry shuddered at the prospect. He never liked Snape, and the potion master seems to return the hatred with full force. Harry still had to take potions this year because he wanted to be an auror, but with learning defence against dark arts from Snape also would be a little too much for him to handle.
"Hopefully not." Harry said in a subdued voice.
The next morning was certainly not bright and cheerful. The ceiling of the great hall was a silky smooth grey colour. Harry found himself worrying endlessly over his potion class. He marched into the dungeon mechanically with Hermione and Ron. To his surprise he found Kai, Ray and Shea already there, sitting at the back row.
The dark-haired girl waved at him and said in a silvery light voice, "Hey, Harry. Come and sit here with us."
Harry walked up to them and took a seat; Hermione and Ron also sat down near them. Harry surveyed the dungeon silently. It was dark and gloom, just as he remembered. Across the dungeon, Harry could see Malfoy and his cronies, looking smug as usual. He turned and looked at the threesome sitting beside him.
"Where are the others?" Harry asked, "I thought you guys all chose the same classes."
Shea turned to him, "You mean Tyson Max and Chief? They are in their fifth year."
Harry nodded absently, looking up again. Snape had just walked into the dungeon, and the class quiet down in his presence.
Snape surveyed the class with his dark eyes, and then he said slowly, "I welcome you all to another year in the studying of potion making. The materials we will cover this year are complicated and difficult. Only the best can master such skills. It has occurred to me that some not so satisfactory students have managed to enter this course under special circumstances, and I must remind them it may prove ill for them."
Here his gazed lingered on Harry, who stared back defiantly. There was a cold smirk on Snape's face. His eyes then swept to the three new students, and there was an obvious dislike in his eyes.
He paused, and started again, "Today we will start with the dreamless sleep potion. The instruction is on the board, and the materials are in the cupboard. We will do this in pairs, so please find yourself a partner."
He paused again and added with a mocking gleam in his eyes, "Please make sure you do this with the uttermost care. I do not wish to see something that isn't included in the description of the dreamless sleep potion. You may begin."
At his words Ron leaped and quickly grabbed Hermione as a partner, and threw an apologetic look at Harry at the same time. Harry shrugged and felt slightly left out. He looked around vainly for a partner, but it seems everyone was already starting. Suddenly Harry heard a quiet voice, he turned around and found himself face to face with the Chinese teen Ray.
"May I work with you?" He asked with a faint smile.
"Err, sure." Harry said, "I will go get the ingredients, and you can start."
Harry returned with arms laden with materials. He put them down on his desk and began to read the instructions carefully. He didn't want to give Snape another reason to vanish his potion. But Ray only scanned the board before he lowered his head and began to work. When Harry finished reading the instructions, the caldron before him was already bubbling with water and ingredients.
"Are you sure about that?" Harry asked uncertainly.
Ray said with a collected confidence while carefully cutting some white willow barks into long, thin strips, "I am sure it's all in order. The next step is to add in the serpent grass seeds. You should work on that. Oh and they will work better if you crush them first."
"Um, okay. But it doesn't say on the board though." Harry said timidly.
"Yes, but those seeds have glossed shells around them." Ray answered, "The chemicals inside won't be released fast enough if you don't break the shells."
Harry nodded and went on with his work. He added the seed, and then the willow bark. Here he paused and let the potion simmer for three minutes. He raised his head and read the middle part of the instructions again. The next few steps were the most difficult. Different ingredients must be added consecutively, with an exact interval of fifteen seconds in between.
"Here, I will do those." Ray said.
Harry watched in amazement as the Chinese teen added in the ingredients precisely with ease.
"Are you sure you haven't done this before?" Harry asked.
Ray answered in that easy way of his with a faint smile, "I have never done this, but I suppose brewing Chinese medicine wasn't that much different."
Here he diminished the fire then and let the potion cool down. The liquid was clear like water, with a silvery blue mist hanging above it. Harry looked around the dungeon and suddenly felt proud. Most people seemed to have troubles with this potion. Even Malfoy, who was skilled with a caldron and a stirring rod, was cursing behind the dense green smoke that rose from his caldron.
Snape was walking among the students. He paused before Kai and Shea, whose caldron was shrouded in that perfect silvery blue mist. His lips curled into a frown and he left without a word. He paused again before Hermione and Ron, who were looking nervous.
"Not bad, huh?" Snape said with a smirk while wafting the pale blue vapour around the caldron, "I see you have added the serpent grass seeds whole and the willow barks in chunks. I never thought you do absolutely no thinking on your own."
Hermione lowered her head and looked embarrassed, and Ron looked indignant. Snape walked away and this time he headed for Harry. He stood before the caldron, surveying the potion with great care. But he could find no fault with it. Finally with a strange sound in his throat and a look of disgust he stood up and walked away. Harry couldn't help feeling satisfied. His joy was beyond words.
"I see everyone is finished." Snape said stiffly, "Fill out your flask and put them on my desk. Class dismissed."
Harry filled one flask and labelled it. He took it up to Snape's desk and placed it carefully in front of the teacher. Snape eyed him critically with great contempt but said nothing. Harry returned and gathered his things into his school bag, now feeling much more light- hearted. He hummed a little tune to himself as he headed out the dark dungeon. Maybe this wasn't such a horrible Monday after all.
A/N: Do you like that? Please tell me. So review!
