A little out of the ordinary
Chapter 3
By Jammie-Bro
YAY!!!! I HAVE A WHOLE 11 REVIEWS!!! (Please note: Jammie's all-time record in about a year and a half of writing.) Oh well, at least I'm slightly appreciated, and I'm not even dead! Er-hem. Anyway, huge thanks to all those who reviewed- Hugs to you! ^-^ Anyway, It's a kinda good-news bad-news thing going on, as I am currently in my end-of-years-tests-week, and I am supposed to be revising at this very moment, but am writing fanfiction instead. So this chapter will be quite short, apologies in advance. But please review! I'm determined to complete ALL my 3 in-progress R/H fics IF I get 15, at max 20 reviews! So click that button @ the bottom! (Yes, I know it's blackmail,but I'm going to complete the stories anyway, it's just an insentive for me to get off my butt and finish them off. Besides, blackmail's better than murder.... mwahahahaha....)
"What just happened there?" Harry cluelessly asked Ron, whilst walking away from the library, Ron still a bright shade of scarlet. "Nothing, Nothing at all." He answered, guiltily scratching behind his ears. Harry thought, rolling his eyes. Ron glanced at him. Harry raised his eyebrows. "Well....um... " "I thought Hermione was depressed?" Harry asked with concern. "Well....she...was...but.... I kinda cheered her up!" Ron rambled. Harry smirked. "Oh, you did, did you?" "What?" You could almost see the cogs grinding beneath Ron's temple, working out what his friend had said, then; "Shut up! You have such a sick mind, Harry!"
"*~*~*~*"
After a particularly tiring Quidditch practice, As Harry entered the common room he came across a common sight. Hermione was, as usual, tucked away happily in her corner of the room, hidden behind books which probably weighed the same as a baby elephant. Ron was consumed in a game of chess with Neville, and loud bangs echoed around the room as Nevilles' pawns were being masacred by one of Ron's knights. Not long after he'd entered, Harry was nearly bowled over by Fred, George and Angelina rushing in, still clad in Quidditch robes, the scarlet red looking closer to brown and green, as the pitch had become rather muddy. "Guess what?!" The red-haired twins exclaimed similtaneously. Just as Hermione opened her mouth to come out with a smart remark about 'weasleys in stereo', Angelina cut her off. "You'll never guess! These trolls were wheeling a giant mirror down to the Entrance Hall, well, it looked like a mirror, but you couldnt really tell if it was a mirror, 'coz it was wrapped up in paper, but someone said it was a mirror that showed you anything you wanted...." "Angelina, dear, you can shut up now." Fred cut in. "Why? I'm just getting to the interesting part!" The chaser retorted. "Because our audience has already left." George said simply.
"*~*~*~*"
"Do you reckon it's really the mirror of Erised?" Hermione asked, puffing for breath as the three pelted down the corridors towards the Entrance Hall. " I'm almost certain." Harry replied. "But wasnt it destroyed, along with the philosiphers' stone?" Ron pointed out. "Dumbledore never said the mirror was destroyed, he only said about the stone." Harry remembered. +*+
The two trolls stood either side of the full-length mirror, and most of the timid first years stayed well away from the two dwarfed beasts, as one of them had almost bitten off a first-year finger when prodded. The brown paper had been cast off to reveal the magic mirror, and it was currently being heaved by the half-pints onto the front lawn. Harry immediately ran in to do his hero bit, to help the creatures manouver it down the steps, Ron and Hermione tailing behind.
Once in a position that was secure on the lush emerald lawn, Harry took a step back, muttering that it wasnt healthy to dwell on dreams, and Ron and Hermione stepped up to the mirror. "Wow, I've never seen this before." She said, as she and Ron stood side by side. But hardly anything in the reflection changed. She still stood, in the reflection, by Ron, smiling, as if she knew that something would happen. "There's something wrong with this mirror." Ron said, blinking to see if he'd been tricked. "All I can see is you and me!" The red-haired boy left Hermione's side, walking around the back of the mirror. Suddenly he paused and added; "Do you see the same reflection as me?" Hermione smiled and nodded. The girl knew the mirror wasnt broken. Ron was so dense. He didnt even know what he had just given away. She looked back at the mirror, and the reflection still hadnt moved; herself and Ron smiled out at her, but he had now slipped his arm around her waist. The real Ron came striding back around the mirror, "They must have jinxed it somehow, that reflection is just normal." He concluded, walking off to join Harry by the doors,who was more than obviously surpressing laughing fits.
The situation between the youngest wealey boy and Hermione was more than apparant to everyone else but Ron.
"*~*~*~*~*
+*+ - I actually researched this- In the original, unchanged English version of the Philosophers' stone (which I own- for once it pays to live in England) it says nothing about the mirror of Erised being destroyed.
Authors' Notes- Right, 3rd chapter over! Sorry it was short, revision calls! Anyway, I have actually got a draft for the end of the story! If you want me to continue, plz click box below. I'll start it as soon as possible, and I promise all will be explained (because I have had some good questions through reviews) and fluff meter will be switched to all-time high. And guess what?!?! I have sent off the letter today about 4th movie auditions, I am planning to go and audition for the part of Fluer Delacour!!!! I may not be French, or blonde, for that matter, but I can always dye my hair- and I have been practicing a French accent!! Wish me luck, I sent in a letter when they were auditioning for Hermione AGES ago, but I never got a reply. *sob.* Rite, back to revision, *sigh*, hope you've enjoyed the story so far! - Jammie-chan^-^
YAY!!!! I HAVE A WHOLE 11 REVIEWS!!! (Please note: Jammie's all-time record in about a year and a half of writing.) Oh well, at least I'm slightly appreciated, and I'm not even dead! Er-hem. Anyway, huge thanks to all those who reviewed- Hugs to you! ^-^ Anyway, It's a kinda good-news bad-news thing going on, as I am currently in my end-of-years-tests-week, and I am supposed to be revising at this very moment, but am writing fanfiction instead. So this chapter will be quite short, apologies in advance. But please review! I'm determined to complete ALL my 3 in-progress R/H fics IF I get 15, at max 20 reviews! So click that button @ the bottom! (Yes, I know it's blackmail,but I'm going to complete the stories anyway, it's just an insentive for me to get off my butt and finish them off. Besides, blackmail's better than murder.... mwahahahaha....)
"What just happened there?" Harry cluelessly asked Ron, whilst walking away from the library, Ron still a bright shade of scarlet. "Nothing, Nothing at all." He answered, guiltily scratching behind his ears. Harry thought, rolling his eyes. Ron glanced at him. Harry raised his eyebrows. "Well....um... " "I thought Hermione was depressed?" Harry asked with concern. "Well....she...was...but.... I kinda cheered her up!" Ron rambled. Harry smirked. "Oh, you did, did you?" "What?" You could almost see the cogs grinding beneath Ron's temple, working out what his friend had said, then; "Shut up! You have such a sick mind, Harry!"
"*~*~*~*"
After a particularly tiring Quidditch practice, As Harry entered the common room he came across a common sight. Hermione was, as usual, tucked away happily in her corner of the room, hidden behind books which probably weighed the same as a baby elephant. Ron was consumed in a game of chess with Neville, and loud bangs echoed around the room as Nevilles' pawns were being masacred by one of Ron's knights. Not long after he'd entered, Harry was nearly bowled over by Fred, George and Angelina rushing in, still clad in Quidditch robes, the scarlet red looking closer to brown and green, as the pitch had become rather muddy. "Guess what?!" The red-haired twins exclaimed similtaneously. Just as Hermione opened her mouth to come out with a smart remark about 'weasleys in stereo', Angelina cut her off. "You'll never guess! These trolls were wheeling a giant mirror down to the Entrance Hall, well, it looked like a mirror, but you couldnt really tell if it was a mirror, 'coz it was wrapped up in paper, but someone said it was a mirror that showed you anything you wanted...." "Angelina, dear, you can shut up now." Fred cut in. "Why? I'm just getting to the interesting part!" The chaser retorted. "Because our audience has already left." George said simply.
"*~*~*~*"
"Do you reckon it's really the mirror of Erised?" Hermione asked, puffing for breath as the three pelted down the corridors towards the Entrance Hall. " I'm almost certain." Harry replied. "But wasnt it destroyed, along with the philosiphers' stone?" Ron pointed out. "Dumbledore never said the mirror was destroyed, he only said about the stone." Harry remembered. +*+
The two trolls stood either side of the full-length mirror, and most of the timid first years stayed well away from the two dwarfed beasts, as one of them had almost bitten off a first-year finger when prodded. The brown paper had been cast off to reveal the magic mirror, and it was currently being heaved by the half-pints onto the front lawn. Harry immediately ran in to do his hero bit, to help the creatures manouver it down the steps, Ron and Hermione tailing behind.
Once in a position that was secure on the lush emerald lawn, Harry took a step back, muttering that it wasnt healthy to dwell on dreams, and Ron and Hermione stepped up to the mirror. "Wow, I've never seen this before." She said, as she and Ron stood side by side. But hardly anything in the reflection changed. She still stood, in the reflection, by Ron, smiling, as if she knew that something would happen. "There's something wrong with this mirror." Ron said, blinking to see if he'd been tricked. "All I can see is you and me!" The red-haired boy left Hermione's side, walking around the back of the mirror. Suddenly he paused and added; "Do you see the same reflection as me?" Hermione smiled and nodded. The girl knew the mirror wasnt broken. Ron was so dense. He didnt even know what he had just given away. She looked back at the mirror, and the reflection still hadnt moved; herself and Ron smiled out at her, but he had now slipped his arm around her waist. The real Ron came striding back around the mirror, "They must have jinxed it somehow, that reflection is just normal." He concluded, walking off to join Harry by the doors,who was more than obviously surpressing laughing fits.
The situation between the youngest wealey boy and Hermione was more than apparant to everyone else but Ron.
"*~*~*~*~*
+*+ - I actually researched this- In the original, unchanged English version of the Philosophers' stone (which I own- for once it pays to live in England) it says nothing about the mirror of Erised being destroyed.
Authors' Notes- Right, 3rd chapter over! Sorry it was short, revision calls! Anyway, I have actually got a draft for the end of the story! If you want me to continue, plz click box below. I'll start it as soon as possible, and I promise all will be explained (because I have had some good questions through reviews) and fluff meter will be switched to all-time high. And guess what?!?! I have sent off the letter today about 4th movie auditions, I am planning to go and audition for the part of Fluer Delacour!!!! I may not be French, or blonde, for that matter, but I can always dye my hair- and I have been practicing a French accent!! Wish me luck, I sent in a letter when they were auditioning for Hermione AGES ago, but I never got a reply. *sob.* Rite, back to revision, *sigh*, hope you've enjoyed the story so far! - Jammie-chan^-^
