Disclaimer: I don't own squat, least of all Harry Potter.
AN: The HOUSE CUP competition is still running. The questions are at the bottom. Don't forget to mention your house. If you don't know your house there are a lot of online sorting hats that you can visit.
IMPORTANT!: I apologize, because I had to change some things in chapter two and three. This was because of two reasons, one was that a plot change suddenly hit me and I had to change the people entering the room Harry was in (chapter three), and the second was that I suddenly found more fifth years in book five, so now there are seven Hufflepuffs instead of five and eight Ravenclaws instead of seven. Again I apologize. Although I think it would be better for the story if you reread it, it isn't completely necessary since I just told you what I changed.
DELAY: And sorry this chapter took so damn long, as I said I had to change some things in the plot and there were other stories in the way that just wouldn't let this one out of my brain. There was this rampant plotbunny of a LotR crossover running around in my head and I had to squash it before I could start writing this. Watching the extended version of The Two Towers, complete with three hours of specials didn't help either.
O.W.L.S: I have absolutely no idea how the O.W.L.s are counted. I only know that Percy and Bill both got twelve and they both went on to become headboy, so that has to be pretty good. What I did was count the number of Outstandings as one O.W.L. and the Exceeds Expectations as half an O.W.L.. That got me on a number that seemed about right. We'll find out how it all works in the next book.
I decided to put the review responses at the top so you don't feel cheated about the length of the chapter, and I started out with writing one for everyone, but the list got almost longer than the story itself, so everyone who just gets my eternal gratitude is mentioned by name only. Thanks all, you're what keeps me writing. In alphabetical order:
Amirathis ~#~ axavi (sorry no points) ~#~ darkanglefrmhell (Double thanks) ~#~ DaughterofDeath ~#~ insanechildfanfic ~#~ Insanitys Plaything ~#~ kagomepotter ~#~ Lady S ~#~ Purity-in-Black ~#~ Runa LilyAnna Snape ~#~ Sekra
And here are the people who get answers next to my eternal gratitude:
ArwenMGranger: Thank you very much, but I have to admit it's not an original concept, them going into the muggle world, but I try very hard to make the rest either original or have it based on some very well thought out reasoning. After all, I myself have never read a fic with the entire class going to muggle school together and certainly not in such a dark setting, most of these kind of fics are either humour or fluff. I'm still very glad you like it though. :)
Demon Rising - A Slytherin: Thanks for reviewing, but sorry, no points. Draco doesn't share all of Harry's classes. And I think you're absolutely right about Goth/punk Harry. (Ssshht, it's a surprise.)
emeralddragonofslytherin: Thanks, and yes there'll be a lot happening with Harry and Draco in the future, but they won't go from enemies to friends, or lovers, in only a few days, it'll take time, but in the mean time.....
Katrina: You're absolutely right about Dudley, if you tell me your house I'll give you two points for that since you're the only one. :p As for Nott, it doesn't say what house he's in, only that he's a weedy looking boy and that one of his parents is in the inner circle of the deatheaters.
magicrules: Thank you, thank you, thank you, that was just what I needed to know.
MiruSedna: Is this soon enough? Probably not... :p And no, no inconvenient stains. There meant to be just thin lines, not serious wounds and he knows better than to rub hard enough to open them. Maybe I did give the wrong image, so I changed it a tiny bit, just to take away all confusion with future readers.
MistressBunnyLicker: Nope sorry, I used every name that was mentioned in the sorting, but for trying I'll give you another hint. The scene plays during one of the care of magical creatures mentioned, that should help a bit. But ten points to Slytherin for your other answer. Congratulations, you just earned the first points for your house.
PLEASE UPDATE: You name alone.... :) You have some really great ideas and I'm certainly going to use some of them, although some might go into 'Reality'. As for relationships, this will be H/D, but I might throw in someone else. Thanks for reviewing, twice even, and getting my writing juices flowing again.
Ready or not, come an find me: That was actually the rudest review I have gotten up until now on all my stories combined and it wasn't even about the story. That actually made me feel pretty good :p It was also the dumbest. No it's not logical that because the book is written by an English author all the teachers in England go by the title professor. magicrules was kind enough to answer my question and apparently the right way to address them at a public school is Mr and Mrs, so there, neh. :b
Rin DeRomanus: You kinda misread my question, but thanks anyway, it's useful information for me, seeing as I'm from the Netherlands and had to do a lot of research about the English school system to get even this far.
SandiBebop: :::Chants::: "I got a stalker, I got a stalker." And indeed, Harry-Draco oh yeah, who can resist?
Wynjara: Thanks for reviewing, but no, no Dudley, he's at Smeltings and I hate him. And absolutely no golden boy Harry in sight. He isn't evil, but also no longer the naïve little Gryffindor. I actually have my own theory on the difference between Slyths and Griffs, but I'm using that in an other story, which I'm planning to write in the future.
Because this chapter contains a lot of descriptions and explanations, I made it extra, extra long, with a bloody encounter and lots of angst, cut up by conversations to keep it interesting. I hope you like it and if something isn't to your liking, please tell me.
RiftsChapter 4: Of Gryffindor
The next morning they were given their 'books', which turned out to be syllabuses especially made for them, one for each class, containing a sum up of the previous four years and the material for the coming three months. All the people who chose the art class, which weren't that many Harry noted, were also given some supplies that weren't already available.
Harry had already leaved through some of it when they first got them and it seemed a lot of stuff to go through in only two weeks, but it was doable if he didn't slack off too much, which he wasn't planning on doing anyway.
That morning, during breakfast, the topic of conversation eventually turned to what he had been dreading since he stepped on the train to Hogwarts; the O.W.L.s.
"Come on Hermione, with your amount of O.W.L.s you don't have to worry about anything, you can become anything you want after Hogwarts."
Harry almost flinched at Ron's remark, that certainly was not a smart thing to say to Hermione.
"The fact that I did well on my tests does not mean I can or will work less hard now. And neither should you, you do want to graduate with good grades, don't you?" Of course everyone could know from her tone that answering no would mean certain death.
"Of course I do.... I just think there should be some time to relax, you know...."
Luckily for Ron, Seamus broke into the conversation. "How many O.W.L.s did you get Hermione?"
"Fourteen." She said proudly.
Seamus actually stared at her with open mouth. "Fourteen? Jeez.... I was happy with my nine. How about you Ron?"
"Seven." He answered morosely.
"But that means you can't be a prefect anymore." Seamus flapped out, looking at Ron with pity.
But Ron just shrugged, to everyone's surprise. "I was a bit disappointed about that of course, but at least I did better than the twins. It might not be brilliant, but I'm happy, mum too, she and dad even bought me a new broom."
"Cool, what kind?" Seamus asked enthusiastically, glad to skip the painful subject, even if he wasn't a quite as fanatic about quidditch as Ron, then again, no one was.
"A nimbus 2000, can you believe it? I practiced a lot too this summer, so I can stay on as keeper."
Harry almost sighed in relief at the change of topic, but of course Hermione rather talked about school than sports. "Harry? You never told us on the train how you did on your O.W.L. s."
Immediately the attention was back on track and everyone at the table was looking at him.
"Uhm, well...." He stuttered.
"Oh Harry," Hermione cut in pityingly. (yes that's an existing word) "Did you do that bad? There are many other things you can do than becoming an auror you know."
"Yeah mate, you can always go pro as seeker." Ron added.
"Can I see you results Harry, please? I just want to take a look." Hermione asked sweetly.
Harry figured he should just get it over with, he wouldn't get out of it anyway and this way he at least wouldn't have to deal with Ron's reaction every minute of the day, as would have been the case at Hogwarts, since they didn't sleep in the same room.
At his hesitation Ron tried to get an answer out of him, but he was only making it harder. "Did you get six? Six isn't that bad you know. Or did you get five?" To Harry it sounded like the redhead was trying very hard not to sound happy at the thought of doing better than the boy-who-lived.
In the end he just grabbed the letter with his results out of the back pocket of his pants and handed it to the very curious looking girl in front of him.
Hermione quickly scanned it over, looked at him with wide eyes and turned back to the letter, before looking up again, smiling widely. "I don't believe it, how....?"
Harry couldn't help but give a small smile at her reaction, but then again, it wasn't her he was worried about.
"What? How many did he get?" Ron unsuccessfully tried to look at the results.
"Twelve, he got twelve." Her tone was soft and she still looked too shocked to react.
Ron pulled the piece of paper out of her hands, almost ripping it, and started reading. "Twelve! Bloody hell mate. How did you manage that?"
"He studied of course." Hermione quipped and turned back to Harry. "Congratulations Harry, I always knew you had it in you."
"No you didn't." Harry teased her. "You were just as surprised as I was, but thanks anyway."
"Wow," Seamus exclaimed. "Now you can be an auror."
Harry just nodded. He could indeed become an auror now, he even got high enough grades to get into the N.E.W.T.s potions class, but he wasn't so sure if he really wanted to become one anymore. After all, working for the ministry was not something he considered a dream career. Next to that was of course the prophecy. He would be the one fighting Voldemort and if, that was if, he even survived the battle he doubted he would be interested in more fighting after that. But to start with, becoming an auror would be the best training for that battle that he could get, so he was undecided as of yet.
He hadn't told his friends of the prophecy yet and he doubted he would. He didn't want their pity or worry and he certainly did not want them following him into battle like they did the years before. Last time they were lucky, but next time they might al end up like Sirius.
Dean handed him back his results and he read them once again. He had been so surprised when he got the letter, it was so much better than he had expected. Then again, it was one of the first times he really worked hard for a test. For years he had just wanted to be normal, average, and had slacked off with the best of them, but after Voldemort had been resurrected with his blood it had become very clear to him that he would never be normal, however hard he may try.
Then in his fifth year he was again placed in an extraordinary position, the position of a teacher. He had enjoyed it too, it had felt like he was finally taking some control over his own life. And on top of all that he hadn't wanted to disappoint McGonagall. She had put a lot of pressure on him with her rant at Umbridge, but he had taken it to heart.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Please find enclosed the list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term for all sixth years begins on Sunday 18 August and
the train leaves at 11 am from platform 9¾ as usual.
Below you will find your O.W.L. results.
Please choose at least five classes out of your list of available classes.
An owl will be expected no later than 4 August and
you will receive notice if your chosen classes are approved as soon as possible.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy headmistress.
O: Outstanding, E: Exceeds Expectations, A: Acceptable, P: Poor, D: Dreadful
Transfiguration: Theory: O, Practical: O
Potions: Theory: E, Practical: O
Charms: Theory: O, Practical: O
Defense against the dark arts: Theory: O, Practical: O+
Astronomy: Theory: A, Practical: A
History of magic: A
Herbology: Theory: E, Practical: O
Care of magical creatures: Theory: O, Practical: O
Divination: Theory: E, Practical: P
Total number of O.W.L.s: 12
N.E.W.T. Classes available: Transfiguration, Potions, Charms, Defense against the dark arts, Herbology, Care of magical creatures, Divination.
Harry couldn't help but smile at his list, especially at his potions grades, Snape must've been in complete shock when he found out. Out of his available classes he had only dropped divination. He may have found it a somewhat interesting subject, especially with Firenze teaching, but he would rather avoid another year of making up disasters and getting his death predicted now that Trelawney was back.
"How the hell did you get an outstanding for potions? You hate potions." Ron said, trying to sound flippant, but not quite succeeding in hiding his hurt tone. Harry immediately got the feeling that Ron felt like Harry had betrayed him by getting a good grade for a subject they both were supposed to hate.
Harry looked up at Ron when the boy said this, he was very worried Ron was going to go on a jealousy trip again, with the feelings of betrayal already written all over his 'best friend's' face. "It's Snape I can't stand, potions is okay."
"Why do you have a plus next to your outstanding for practical defence? Did they find out about you teaching DA or something?" Seamus asked quickly, trying to lighten the heavy mood a little.
"I think it's because of my patronus, the examiner asked me to show it to him." Harry answered, turning his attention away from Ron, but the redhead apparently still couldn't accept how well Harry had done.
"You got higher than an outstanding?" With that exclamation Harry had enough of Ron's seemingly 'innocent' queries and opened his math syllabus to start reading, while Seamus, who had gotten the hint, turned the conversation to saver grounds.
Ron was a good friend most of the time, they had a lot of fun together and the redhead backed him up whenever he needed it, but Ron could also be quick to jump the gun, had the temper and violence of an active volcano, could be an enormous bigot and not to mention the jealousy of his wealth, fame, attention and anything else he could come up with.
Of course, the funny thing was that Harry was just as jealous of Ron, mostly for his family and, compared to himself at least, his easy stress free life, but also for his confidence and the ability of making friends so easily. Unfortunately Ron would never see it that way.
Harry had kept a close eye on Ron's reaction now, knowing what Ron had said about him loosing prefect status was a lie. The redhead would never have reacted so calmly and just accepted it, he would've been furious and very disappointed. Ron had been so happy when he was made prefect, when he was chosen over Harry. Now here he was with high grades and once again Ron was left behind by his friends. The only thing that could make it worse was if Harry became the new prefect and there was a good chance of that happening now.
Last year he would've trusted Ron to be happy for him and not be too jealous or angry, but after what happened on the train to Hogwarts three days before, he was sure this wasn't the case. It was a good thing Ron didn't remember anything of the incident, he had made sure of that.
Flashback.
He wasn't sure what was wrong with him, he felt like he was suffocating
It had started in the compartment he was sharing with his friends. They had started asking questions about his summer, how he felt, Sirius, all things he really did not want to think about. Now he was standing in a cramped bathroom on board of the moving Hogwarts express.
He put his hands on the cool sink and leaned forward, looking at himself in the mirror, a tired and too thin face, covered with ugly glasses stared back at him.
He had excused himself as quickly as possible when the conversation had focused on him, evading the questions whenever he could, but now that he was alone once again the memories haunted him. If he closed his eyes he could actually still hear the voices and the screaming and.... His eyes shot back open. It was taking so much out of him to keep those thoughts away that he was panting slightly, his face was flushed now and his eyes glazed.
He needed something, anything to stop these feelings.
So he did what he had done ever since the summer had started, he pulled his new pocketknife out of the front pocket of his faded and much too large jeans and flipped up the sharpest blade.
He had to hurry, before they came to check up on him. He rolled up his right sleeve, pushed aside the bandage that was already on his upper arm, switched the blade to his left hand and pressed the knife down next to some older cuts.
He released his breath in hiss of relief, his muscles unclenching and his eyes nearly falling closed in bliss. No more suffocating memories and feelings of despair and guilt, nothing more than the pain and the relief.
Again he cut into an unblemished piece of skin...
"Harry? Are you in here?"
He almost cursed out loud when he heard Ron's voice. Hermione must've send him to check up on him.
"I'll be right out Ron." He quickly responded, his voice sounding a little panicky. Getting caught by Ron was the last thing he wanted.
Too late.
Ron opened the door and walked in, letting the door fall closed behind him. "What are you doing in here that's taking so...." Ron gasped. "Dammit! What are you doing? You're bleeding!"
Harry looked down on his own arm and was annoyed to see that he had cut much too deep when Ron had startled him. The blood was leaking onto the sink and floor, smearing the white tiles with bright red.
Ron jumped over to him and knocked the knife out of his hands. "I don't believe it... you actually tried to kill yourself." Ron grabbed his shoulders and shook him hard. "You selfish basterd." Harry looked at his so-called best friend in shock. "How could you do this to us. Didn't you for one second think about what you would do to your friends, huh, did you?!"
"Ron, stop it please." He was feeling sick, whether it was because of the shaking, the blood loss or the surging guilt caused by Ron's words, but he really wanted to vomit his soul out somewhere.
Ron was shaking him a little less harshly, but still pushed him with every word. "You actually are that selfish, after everything we did for you, with everything you have, you try and off yourself. You'll probably become the new prefect and team captain too this year. What were you thinking?"
He had enough and pushed Ron away from him, gasping for breath, but instead of explaining or making up excuses, he pulled out his wand and with one flick and one word the whole incident would never leave the room.
"Obliviate."
End flashback.
He felt a bit guilty for doing that, it could've gone horribly wrong, but it had worked out and Ron didn't remember anything other than that he had come to look for him and found him just as he came out of the bathroom. Of course this also meant that Harry couldn't help but look at Ron differently now and his behaviour had changed too, while no one had any idea why.
"....Harry, snap out of it." Ron jabbed him harshly in his side, annoyed that he wasn't listening to what had been said.
"What?" Harry snapped at the painful interruption of his thoughts, slightly rubbing where the elbow had hit him.
"I asked what classes you were taking here?" Neville said softly, clearly uncomfortable asking it again when Harry was glaring at Ron like that.
Harry's glare faded away and he looked at Neville, feeling a little ashamed at his harsh tone. "Oh, uhm, maths, physics, chemistry and art, oh, and p.e. of course."
Dean looked at him in surprise. "You're taking art? I've never seen you draw before."
"I used to do it all the time when I was little, but now it's just something to keep me busy during the summer."
"Physics, maths and chemistry? Are you mad? Those are the most difficult classes you could choose." Lavender looked at him like he was indeed crazy for doing such a thing.
"At least I don't have to read books for my literature list for English or French classes." He defended himself.
"No you have to learn all these formulas, equations and molecular structures etcetera. Personally I think that qualifies as hell." Parvati quipped in, throwing him exactly the same look.
"Well I'm glad I took English, history, geography and drama." Ron added. "I may have to read more, but it's only learning facts, so in the end it's less work."
"You do know that you can't sleep during history here, don't you Ron?" Hermione said, hiding her laugh behind her hand.
"Oh very funny.... ha ha." Ron wrinkled his nose at her. "What classes did you choose then, miss-know-it-all?"
"Math, economy, biology and music. I wanted a bit of variation, not just facts or sums."
"I picked English, biology, geography and drama." Neville joined in to the conversation. "I just hope I can everything done in time. It is a lot of work."
Harry turned back to the maths book in front of him, not that he had or would read a single line because of his musings, but it was better than listening to the other Gryffindors talk about why their choices were better. Why did they have to judge everything he did, every choice he made? It wasn't like they knew everything about him.
Of course they all assumed he, like all the others who were raised in the muggleworld, had only had a basic muggle education because he had gone to muggle primary school. The wizard raised on the other hand got a special education focused on preparing them for magic school. They learned more about grammar, maths and many other subjects in the same amount of time, plus several classes to help prepare their own magic, like meditation and focus techniques.
But what his classmates didn't know, and he wasn't going to tell them either, was that he probably knew more about most muggle subjects than any of them and, funny enough he had Dudley to thank for that. At primary school his cousin had always bullied him into making his homework for him and of course his aunt and uncle had never done anything to stop this, rather the opposite. If he didn't do what Dudley said, he would get in a lot of trouble. He found it was a lot easier to just do the work instead of complaining, even now that was the case. So during the summer he still did Dudley's homework, even if he didn't have the same classes, and because the assignments were about everything his cousin had had to learn that year, he had to read all the books. Failing grades were not an option.
At least now he got something out of all the hard work. Maybe if he kept up, he could get his diploma for a muggle education after he finished Hogwarts....
Neh, who was he trying to kid? He would be trained for war, fight and probably die in battle, hopefully taking Voldemort with him.
But there was a slim chance he would survive... Maybe he would consider it then. After all, if he did survive that meant he probably had a hand in defeating Voldemort and he would be even more famous than he was now. That would be a good time to disappear into the muggle world.
Harry almost snorted at his own thoughts. Him dreaming about his future... what was the use in that? Pulling himself away from his somewhat morbid thoughts he went back to his choice of classes.
He liked maths, he always had. He liked the logic, the searching for an answer and then the feeling of accomplishment when it finally made sense. It was a shame really that Dudley would most likely drop physics and chemistry this year. But at the moment he already knew most of the stuff that was in the syllabus, so he could just leaf through it, practise some of it and make the assignments. That would leave him with more than enough time to work on his work for Hogwarts, design a lesson plan and practise for the DA, which they probably would start up again this year. Well, he would like to continue with it, maybe even expand a bit, now that it wasn't illegal anymore. He should discuss it with Dumbledore when they got back.
He was once again pulled out of his thoughts of planning when apparently breakfast was over and almost everyone made their way either to the dormitories to get their books or outside for some fresh air. After about twenty minutes the plates and leftovers had been cleared away by Hannah and Susan, who both had clean up duty that day, and the tables were filled with books.
Hermione, Parvati and Neville had returned to her places at the table after they had retrieved their syllabuses and were now silently reading. Harry figured the others were probably outside, Dean did say he wanted to introduce them to football (soccer).
Two hours later the cafeteria / work hall, was once again filled with students, most of them trying to get a good start on their work. Others, like Dean and Ron, were immersed in a game of snap, with muggle cards of course, something that Ron apparently wasn't too happy about ('But the exploding is half the fun').
Everyone was busy, but Harry was bored. He had had enough of maths that day and he was considering what to do next. In the end he decided to just start with his artwork. He had gotten a syllabus for that too, filled with techniques, examples, assignments and even some art history. It was also the only class that he had no experience in since Dudley had never gotten any written homework for it and had dropped the class after his third year.
As he started reading he noticed there was a lot more art history involved in the course than he had expected. He quickly read the first chapter and then skipped over to the section that was about the actual drawing and the techniques they would be using. It was very interesting and he quickly got caught up in the text and illustrations.
He usually only drew what he saw or remembered, almost never something from his fantasy like Dean did, and his absolute favourite was drawing people. It was always very difficult to get the emotions to come out right, especially when you had to resort to body language, but when they did... It was very rewarding and much better than drawing, say, a bowl of fruit.
He was completely immersed in the art of art, the best ways to add depth, the right proportions of a human, the different pencils, paints and other materials, the lighting and shade, it went on and on. He read till lunch and then continued after they had eaten. He had never known there was so much to it.
Later that afternoon he returned his books to his dormitory and searched his clothing bag for his shrunken trunk, which held most of his magical books and the possessions that he wouldn't need straight away. After making sure there weren't any muggles around, he enlarged it and pulled out one of the sketchbooks he had bought a few summers back.
After he had shrunk his trunk again and carefully placed it back in the side compartment of his bag, he picked up a pencil he had gotten with his art supplies and heaved himself on top of his bed. At least there he had the calm and quiet to work in peace. It had been a while since he had actually sat down to work on a sketch, mostly because he had been so busy with schoolwork and training, but also because every time he tried to picture something to draw he saw Sirius falling through the veil.
Strangely enough it had gotten better when he had arrived at number twelve Grimmauld place. After he had mastered occlumency, the horrifying visions of both Sirius and Cedric, and the ones that Voldemort had been sending him, had stopped, even though they did frequently appear in his nightmares, and he had finally had a peace of mind he hadn't felt in a very, very long time. But of course by then he had been kept so busy, he simply hadn't had the time to sit down and draw, that or he had been too tired.
So now, after more than a year, he held his sketchbook and pencil once again, hoping that when he closed his eyes to visualise something to put on paper, he wouldn't see dead faces or falling bodies.
He let his eyes fall closed and forced himself to relax.
Nothing...
Only darkness and the ceiling light through his eyelids when he lifted his head. No images filled with pain were being forced on him by his own mind, no Voldemort trying to drive him insane or to his death... nothing.
He let out the breath he had unconsciously been holding and let his muscles relax a little more.
Now, what to draw? There weren't any people to draw, so he would have to do something from memory. He tried very hard to focus on a happy memory, like quidditch or his friends, but it didn't work, even with those came strong feelings of guilt and pain and he quickly pushed them away, before he would resort to stronger measures. He kept one of his two knives close with him all the time now, just for occasions such as this, when memories and feelings felt like they would overwhelm him, but he wouldn't use it now, now he would focus on drawing.
Then a picture came to him and it was definitely not a happy one and neither were the emotions that accompanied it.
Feelings of fear, despair, anger....
A dementor.
Somehow this was much easier to handle than trying to think about positive things, maybe because he was in control of what kind of pain he felt, or maybe because there was less guilt.
As he drew, the memories started drifting to the surface, the billowing black cloak, the skeletal hands, the rattling breath, the sucking sounds, the cold, the grey skin, the empty sockets where eyes were supposed to be, the shapeless black hole that was its mouth, the paralysing fear.
"Not Harry, please no, kill me instead...!"
He could almost hear his mothers words whispered in the air.
As he finished with the last few strokes of his pencil, he looked at what he had created on the paper. Not a happy picture indeed, it practically radiated fear and despair, but he was glad he had gotten it out of his system, like his pencil had taken the horrible memories from his mind and put them into the paper.
And for the first time in months, he didn't feel the urge to cut himself, hurt himself, to have some kind of relief.
He closed the sketchbook and put it back into his trunk, which he then shrunk once again before putting it away in his bag. This book he wouldn't show to anyone, he would use another one for art class, this one was personal.
End chapter 4.
HA! Take that. Over 4500 words of pure story. I was planning to put the first day of classes in this chapter, but it just got longer and longer and longer.... The next chapter will be here soon.
I know I gave Harry very high grades, but I gave you reasons. I did read the O.W.L. piece of the book a few times to help me guess what he would get and it seemed to me he did pretty well, but he just doesn't have a very high opinion of himself, something that would be only natural after living with the Dursleys for his entire life.
Next chapter: 'And Slytherin'
Mundungus Fletcher, a worried Hermione, more drawing and when you live with Slytherins for weeks, there has to be some things you learn about them. Plus the first day of classes.
House cup points stand thus:
Slytherin: 10 (to MistressBunnyLicker)
Hufflepuff: 0
Ravenclaw: 0
Gryffindor: 0
And two points for whichever house Katrina is in. (If you don't tell me, I'll make you an honorary Hufflepuff.)
Come on people, you can do better than that, I dare you. So here are the new HOUSE CUP questions. Don't forget to mention your house.
For 15 points: What is different about Harry's drawings?
For 10 points: Why is that a problem?
For 20 points: And how is he going to solve it.
And this last question will be valid throughout the story.
Earn five house points for everything that contradicts the canon series, and I mean something that is really wrong and that I should correct.
Please review, I'm getting addicted to them and I need my fix :)