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Chapter 2: The way to play
Harry awoke with the strange feeling, but wasn't morning at all. One look out of the window, over Daigon Alley, told him his feeling had been correct; the sun had not yet risen. He grabbed his glasses and put them on, picking up one of his new school books and went to bed again.
He yawned while reading the summary to 'Hélas! J'ai Transfiguré mes Pieds!' It was indeed a play like Hermione had predicted. Harry frowned, he had never heard of a play or such at Hogwarts before... three knocks. Harry looked at the door. It was way too early; it couldn't be someone knocking on his- three knocks.
Harry put away the book, got up and opened the door with a puzzled expression.
There, in front of him, stood Hermione, complete with a hopelessly tired face and messed up hair.
"Hermione? It's not even morning..." said Harry surprised.
Hermione sighed. "I know its 4 o'clock and all, but I CAN'T SLEEP!!"
Harry raised his eyebrows "How come?"
Hermione brushed some of her hair out of her face. "When I say 'camera', what's the first thing that comes to your mind?' she asked, slightly annoyed by the subject.
Harry frowned. "I thought he'd let you sleep?" replied Harry, while stepping aside so she could enter. Hermione sat down on his bed.
"The nut probably changed his mind, popped his head around my door and scared the hell out of me," she paused to pick Harry's book up. "So I said that I needed to go to the bathroom and when I passed your room I thought this would be my temporary hideout. Luckily you were awake." She smiled. Harry sat down next to her. "Have you been reading this?" asked Hermione, opening 'Hélas! J'ai Transfiguré mes Pieds!'
Harry shook his head. "Only the summary, it seems pretty weird."
Hermione skipped to the page where all the parts were listed. "Here, take a look at this," she suggested while handing over the book.
Harry read out loud; "Quizar the evil Phantom, Madelin the beautiful Witch, Germond the great Sorcerer ..." Harry frowned "There are too many parts for just us sixth-years, d'you reckon there are also other years involved?" he asked.
Hermione shrugged "I don't believe Ginny had this book, but sin-" Hermione got cut off by the door that slammed open.
Before either of them could realize what was happening, they were blinded by several flashed of light.
The door closed before Hermione could throw Harry's pillow at Colin.
"How was your night then?" asked Ron as the three of them walked down the stairs into the café.
"Absolutely wonderful!" gritted Hermione, her eyes looked around the café and spotted Colin and his brother Dennis. Colin waved at her and she threw him a death glare.
The three of them had just started breakfast when Ginny, Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley came walking in. Because Harry and Hermione had missed them yesterday, they greeted them and offered them chairs at their table.
Harry got overloaded with questions; "Did you use a tellyfoon lately?" asked Mr. Weasley, while shaking his hand.
"Oh, Arthur, please, CAN'T you see the boy is starved?" Mrs. Weasley looked at Harry, worried she added; "You haven't eaten properly lately?"
"I'm alright, I'm not starving, I've been eating quite much lately and no, I haven't used the telephone lately."
Breakfast was rather quiet; every one of them seemed to be quite sleepy. After they finished, Mrs. Weasley announced they would be leaving for the within two hours.
Harry went up to his room, but stopped walking when he saw someone standing right in front of his door.
It was Cho.
She was deeply concentrated in her version of 'Hélas! J'ai Transfiguré mes Pieds!' and didn't seem to notice Harry was standing there. He suddenly realized this must mean that the seventh years were also doing the play. After she had turned the page, she walked passed him, still not noticing him. Harry walked towards his door and was just about to open it, when he saw Cho bump into Ron.
Both of them fell to the floor. Ron became a deep scarlet color as he stood up and handed her the book back. Cho blushed a bit and whispered "Sorry, not paying attention" as Ron read the title of the book. "W-we have the s- same play..." he stumbled. Cho quickly smiled and walked on. Behind her back, Ron grinned widely.
Harry had the feeling something wasn't right about what just happened. It had been Ron, not him, talking to Cho. Ron never talked to Cho... Harry sighed. Maybe it was all getting a bit too complicated for him. Colin with his crush on Hermione, Ron with his crush on Cho... and what about him? Who did he like? Certainly, not Cho... right? And surely not Hermione. But who else was there? Ginny? Perhaps, Luna? Harry shook his head. Maybe he wasn't really in the mood to have a crush. He quickly entered his room and packed his trunk.
It wasn't very crowded at King's Cross Station when they arrived in Mr. Weasley's 'new' secondhand car. They said goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and made their way onto Platform Nine and Three Quarters. The Hogwarts Express was already there and they got in, except for Ginny, who was talking to some of her friends.
Hermione sat down next to the window and opened her 'Hélas! J'ai Transfiguré mes Pieds!' while Harry and Ron started a conversation about Quidditch.
After a while, Hermione put the book down and frowned. "Did you two read the story?" she asked. Ron shook his head. She sighed deeply and replied; "It's not just a play... it's... weird." Harry and Ron both raised their eyebrows in question. "Well... it's about an evil phantom who takes over the factory that makes wizard's hats. The hats get cursed and everyone who wears them gets transfigured feet. Their feet turns into toads... can you imagine? So then, this one girl puts on three hats at the same time, causing her to turn into a toad from head to toe. The only way to get the feet and the girl back is to defeat the evil phantom. Then there's this Quidditch champion who gets to save them all..." she finished. Harry opened his book as well and read the first page. "I can't believe they are actually letting us do this... I don't think they want us to play, maybe it's just an example for-" he was interrupted by a loud voice;
"Fear not, for I shall conquer this evil power! Trust my words, the feet will come back!"
The three of them recognized the voice of Draco Malfoy, who just opened the door.
"Shut up, Malfoy!" snapped Ron immediately.
Draco raised one eyebrow. "I was just practicing MY part in the play, you should practice too, but come to think of it... as a donkey, you won't have that many lines to remember..." Draco smirked.
"What do you mean YOUR part? Nobody's got a part yet!" demanded Hermione.
Draco crossed his arms. "Well, not officially, of course, but it's obvious I will be Germond the great Sorcerer, the Quidditch Champion, that is."
Harry threw him a hateful look "I'm sure that's impossible..."
Draco frowned "Why's that, Potty? D'you think YOU are going to-"
"No, it's impossible, because you were already casted as Ferret..."
Draco drew his wand instantly, but before he could attack, a hand grabbed his shoulder and a voice said; "Mister Malfoy, would you put that away please? For if you forgot the most important rule; No magic outside the class. And certainly NOT in the Hogwarts Express. Get moving."
Draco moved out of the way, the person behind him stepped inside.
All three of them dropped their jaws. There, in front of them, stood Remus Lupin.
Chapter 2: The way to play
Harry awoke with the strange feeling, but wasn't morning at all. One look out of the window, over Daigon Alley, told him his feeling had been correct; the sun had not yet risen. He grabbed his glasses and put them on, picking up one of his new school books and went to bed again.
He yawned while reading the summary to 'Hélas! J'ai Transfiguré mes Pieds!' It was indeed a play like Hermione had predicted. Harry frowned, he had never heard of a play or such at Hogwarts before... three knocks. Harry looked at the door. It was way too early; it couldn't be someone knocking on his- three knocks.
Harry put away the book, got up and opened the door with a puzzled expression.
There, in front of him, stood Hermione, complete with a hopelessly tired face and messed up hair.
"Hermione? It's not even morning..." said Harry surprised.
Hermione sighed. "I know its 4 o'clock and all, but I CAN'T SLEEP!!"
Harry raised his eyebrows "How come?"
Hermione brushed some of her hair out of her face. "When I say 'camera', what's the first thing that comes to your mind?' she asked, slightly annoyed by the subject.
Harry frowned. "I thought he'd let you sleep?" replied Harry, while stepping aside so she could enter. Hermione sat down on his bed.
"The nut probably changed his mind, popped his head around my door and scared the hell out of me," she paused to pick Harry's book up. "So I said that I needed to go to the bathroom and when I passed your room I thought this would be my temporary hideout. Luckily you were awake." She smiled. Harry sat down next to her. "Have you been reading this?" asked Hermione, opening 'Hélas! J'ai Transfiguré mes Pieds!'
Harry shook his head. "Only the summary, it seems pretty weird."
Hermione skipped to the page where all the parts were listed. "Here, take a look at this," she suggested while handing over the book.
Harry read out loud; "Quizar the evil Phantom, Madelin the beautiful Witch, Germond the great Sorcerer ..." Harry frowned "There are too many parts for just us sixth-years, d'you reckon there are also other years involved?" he asked.
Hermione shrugged "I don't believe Ginny had this book, but sin-" Hermione got cut off by the door that slammed open.
Before either of them could realize what was happening, they were blinded by several flashed of light.
The door closed before Hermione could throw Harry's pillow at Colin.
"How was your night then?" asked Ron as the three of them walked down the stairs into the café.
"Absolutely wonderful!" gritted Hermione, her eyes looked around the café and spotted Colin and his brother Dennis. Colin waved at her and she threw him a death glare.
The three of them had just started breakfast when Ginny, Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley came walking in. Because Harry and Hermione had missed them yesterday, they greeted them and offered them chairs at their table.
Harry got overloaded with questions; "Did you use a tellyfoon lately?" asked Mr. Weasley, while shaking his hand.
"Oh, Arthur, please, CAN'T you see the boy is starved?" Mrs. Weasley looked at Harry, worried she added; "You haven't eaten properly lately?"
"I'm alright, I'm not starving, I've been eating quite much lately and no, I haven't used the telephone lately."
Breakfast was rather quiet; every one of them seemed to be quite sleepy. After they finished, Mrs. Weasley announced they would be leaving for the within two hours.
Harry went up to his room, but stopped walking when he saw someone standing right in front of his door.
It was Cho.
She was deeply concentrated in her version of 'Hélas! J'ai Transfiguré mes Pieds!' and didn't seem to notice Harry was standing there. He suddenly realized this must mean that the seventh years were also doing the play. After she had turned the page, she walked passed him, still not noticing him. Harry walked towards his door and was just about to open it, when he saw Cho bump into Ron.
Both of them fell to the floor. Ron became a deep scarlet color as he stood up and handed her the book back. Cho blushed a bit and whispered "Sorry, not paying attention" as Ron read the title of the book. "W-we have the s- same play..." he stumbled. Cho quickly smiled and walked on. Behind her back, Ron grinned widely.
Harry had the feeling something wasn't right about what just happened. It had been Ron, not him, talking to Cho. Ron never talked to Cho... Harry sighed. Maybe it was all getting a bit too complicated for him. Colin with his crush on Hermione, Ron with his crush on Cho... and what about him? Who did he like? Certainly, not Cho... right? And surely not Hermione. But who else was there? Ginny? Perhaps, Luna? Harry shook his head. Maybe he wasn't really in the mood to have a crush. He quickly entered his room and packed his trunk.
It wasn't very crowded at King's Cross Station when they arrived in Mr. Weasley's 'new' secondhand car. They said goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and made their way onto Platform Nine and Three Quarters. The Hogwarts Express was already there and they got in, except for Ginny, who was talking to some of her friends.
Hermione sat down next to the window and opened her 'Hélas! J'ai Transfiguré mes Pieds!' while Harry and Ron started a conversation about Quidditch.
After a while, Hermione put the book down and frowned. "Did you two read the story?" she asked. Ron shook his head. She sighed deeply and replied; "It's not just a play... it's... weird." Harry and Ron both raised their eyebrows in question. "Well... it's about an evil phantom who takes over the factory that makes wizard's hats. The hats get cursed and everyone who wears them gets transfigured feet. Their feet turns into toads... can you imagine? So then, this one girl puts on three hats at the same time, causing her to turn into a toad from head to toe. The only way to get the feet and the girl back is to defeat the evil phantom. Then there's this Quidditch champion who gets to save them all..." she finished. Harry opened his book as well and read the first page. "I can't believe they are actually letting us do this... I don't think they want us to play, maybe it's just an example for-" he was interrupted by a loud voice;
"Fear not, for I shall conquer this evil power! Trust my words, the feet will come back!"
The three of them recognized the voice of Draco Malfoy, who just opened the door.
"Shut up, Malfoy!" snapped Ron immediately.
Draco raised one eyebrow. "I was just practicing MY part in the play, you should practice too, but come to think of it... as a donkey, you won't have that many lines to remember..." Draco smirked.
"What do you mean YOUR part? Nobody's got a part yet!" demanded Hermione.
Draco crossed his arms. "Well, not officially, of course, but it's obvious I will be Germond the great Sorcerer, the Quidditch Champion, that is."
Harry threw him a hateful look "I'm sure that's impossible..."
Draco frowned "Why's that, Potty? D'you think YOU are going to-"
"No, it's impossible, because you were already casted as Ferret..."
Draco drew his wand instantly, but before he could attack, a hand grabbed his shoulder and a voice said; "Mister Malfoy, would you put that away please? For if you forgot the most important rule; No magic outside the class. And certainly NOT in the Hogwarts Express. Get moving."
Draco moved out of the way, the person behind him stepped inside.
All three of them dropped their jaws. There, in front of them, stood Remus Lupin.
