I got three new reviews!!!!!!!! ^_^
But I only have five............6_o
Yeah, whatever, thanks for all who reviewed. And for all of you who have read but haven't reviewed, what's the problem!? I accept anonymous reviews, you know. Just click, send, it's not that hard. ** [Cuts to scene where potential reviewer is about to submit a review, but then fifteen ninjas jump down onto the floor from through the roof. Ninjas start fighting him/her. Potential Reviewer eventually defeats ninjas.]
Potential Reviewer: Wow. That was a horrible coincidence. If I didn't know better, I'd say something like that happens EVERY TIME someone tries to review! [Potential Reviewer starts to submit review again, but is stopped when he realizes his/her mouse is SURROUNDED BY NO LESS THAN 45 MOUSETRAPS.]
Potential Reviewer: You know, for some strange, inexplicable reason, I think I WON'T review. [Potential Reviewer looks around, backs away slowly, and eventually dashes under his/her bed covers to hide in fear.] **
So, yeah, review.
Disclaimer: I DO own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, AND every character in the series.
Just kidding.
THIS CHAPTER: Déjà vu!
Harry stared at Malfoy in disbelief. Malfoy's face was screwed up in anger, and hand was moving to his wand. As Harry moved his own hand to his own wand, he had that familiar feeling again. What was it? Oh yeah, déjà vu.
Harry stared at Malfoy in disbelief. Malfoy's face was screwed up in anger, and his hand was moving to his wand. As Harry moved his own hand to his own wand, he had that familiar feeling again. What was it? Oh yeah, déjà vu.
Malfoy struck, as quick as lightning, with a stupefy spell.
"Yep," thought Harry, as he rolled to the side, the jet of white light barely missing him, "Déjà vu." He quickly dived behind a sole cabinet in the room to avoid a second stupefy. He felt like he had been behind the very same one not too long ago. Harry only had a second to collect his thoughts, when he heard a cry of- "REDUCTO!" Harry barely had time to shout- "PROTEGO!"
As the cabinet splintered, and the splinters got deflected off his magical shield, he had that familiar feeling again. What was it? Oh yeah, déjà vu.
Harry let his shield down, and stood up, keeping himself directly opposite to Malfoy as they slowly circled the perimeter of the room. He finally had time to notice the room itself. It was circular, which was kind of the reason why they were able to circle the perimeter, and kind of cramped. It couldn't be more than twenty feet in diameter.
"What are you doing here again, Potter!?" asked Malfoy, his voice deathly quiet.
"I should be asking you the same question," Harry responded very coolly, and then went on to say, "except without the again part. And the Potter part. I'll switch that with Malfoy," losing all of his coolness. In any case, he wasn't scared of Malfoy; he had faced him down before.
And that's when Harry saw the vial, glinting for a fleeting moment, in one of the folds of Malfoy's robes. And then déjà vu hit him like a soft, fluffy pillow.
And then it hit him a bit harder, about the strength of a pillow filled with rocks.
And by the time it had finally hit him hard enough, Malfoy was already at his throat, his wand cast aside.
Harry felt fingers apply pressure to the same marks that were already on his neck, and he felt a déjà vu anvil pound onto his head. He... REMEMBERED!!!
Malfoy took out a full vial of the same sleeping potion that was lying at the side of his bed. Harry struggled, but Malfoy's grip was to strong. He felt a pain in his head. He began to panic. He couldn't breathe! As the pain in his head grew worse, he could only hold on to one thought.
"How'd I get back into my bed?"
He suddenly had a flash of a thought of an empty hourglass that had recently been half full with all of the points for his house. But he couldn't imagine why.
Malfoy brought the vial he held in his hand up to Harry's face, still firmly gripping Harry's neck. "You'd better not let a teacher find this one THIS time, Potter!" he said, keeping Harry pinned down with his knees. "They probably were wondering what a vial labeled "SLEEPING POTION" was doing next to an unconscious Muggle lover! Probably thought you were stupid enough to drink it yourself... while out of bed... after hours... which you are..."
Malfoy was busy uncorking the bottle, so he didn't notice Harry getting angrier by the second. He wouldn't let Malfoy feed this potion to him and dump him out in the hallway like he did just a few hours before! Not after he had called him a Muggle lover! Which he was, actually... but Malfoy meant it as an insult... he thought... oh, forget it, he'd count it as an insult.
Harry, using all the strength he could muster, attempted to throw Malfoy off him. But it was no use, if he wasn't able to do it a few hours before, how would now be different? He needed his wand. But it was lying on the floor, five feet away, where it had fallen when Malfoy knocked him over!
And right then, Harry had that familiar feeling again. What was it? Oh yeah, déjà vu.
He looked straight at Malfoy, who had now opened the vial. This had a one to one-million chance of working, and it had a possibility of backfiring. But he took a deep breath, (actually, a kind of shallow one, as his breath was just about gone,) and muttered, "Lumos!"
A narrow but incredibly bright beam of light shot out form his wand. And it distracted Malfoy, for just barely enough time, for Harry to use all of his remaining strength to force Malfoy off of him!
Harry jumped up, grabbed his wand, and quickly scampered out of Malfoy's reach. He heard the sharp sound of glass shattering; the sleeping potion had been thrown from Malfoy's hand.
"No!" shouted Malfoy, with the voice of someone who had just dropped a whole lot of money down a sewer yesterday when they were right in front of a store, about to buy something very expensive. [Hmm... after typing that, I'm beginning to feel déjà vu... ha ha ha... er, yeah.]
"Okay, Malfoy! The jig is up!" shouted Harry, interrupting the author's déjà vu experience. "What is it that you don't fancy me seeing so much, that you'd drug me, throw me out, and then attempt to do it AGAIN, a few hours later!?"
Malfoy scowled. "Like I'd tell you, Potter. It doesn't matter, once you came here, it was over. You'll never find out, now that I know that you know I have a secret!"
"Then how did I almost find out for a second time a few hours after you drugged me?"
"SHUT UP!" and with that, Malfoy disapparated.
"Hey!" said Harry. "I thought you couldn't apparate OR disapparate in Hogwarts! And... I thought you had to be over seventeen to pass the tests in the first place!"
Malfoy apparated next to Harry. "Oh, I forgot. I guess I was so caught up in passing my apparition test a year early that I forgot that we couldn't. Forget that last sentence." and with that, Malfoy ran away.
Shaking his head at the weirdness of the events of the night, Harry walked out of the room. What did Malfoy mean by "it was over?" what was "it?" And, shouldn't he have just searched "the room" for "clues?" Oh well, he'd discuss it with "Ron" and "Hermione" in the morning.
As Harry walked out of the library, he came face to face with a very groggy yet conscious Snape.
"P-Potter!?" exclaimed the groggy Snape. "Y- You- what... get... oh, just get to bed."
Harry sprinted away before Snape could take away any points.
"Oh... and... s-s-sixty points from Gryffindor."
Harry had that familiar feeling again. What was it? Oh yeah, déjà vu. He remembered a sharp pain on his forehead where he had hit himself firmly no less than two times during the night. He also had a fleeting thought of a now EXTREMELY empty hourglass, if that was even possible. But, for the life of him, he thought, as he headed towards Gryffindor tower, he couldn't imagine why.
NEXT CHAPTER: Déjà vu! (Just kidding!)
Oh yeah, and review.
But I only have five............6_o
Yeah, whatever, thanks for all who reviewed. And for all of you who have read but haven't reviewed, what's the problem!? I accept anonymous reviews, you know. Just click, send, it's not that hard. ** [Cuts to scene where potential reviewer is about to submit a review, but then fifteen ninjas jump down onto the floor from through the roof. Ninjas start fighting him/her. Potential Reviewer eventually defeats ninjas.]
Potential Reviewer: Wow. That was a horrible coincidence. If I didn't know better, I'd say something like that happens EVERY TIME someone tries to review! [Potential Reviewer starts to submit review again, but is stopped when he realizes his/her mouse is SURROUNDED BY NO LESS THAN 45 MOUSETRAPS.]
Potential Reviewer: You know, for some strange, inexplicable reason, I think I WON'T review. [Potential Reviewer looks around, backs away slowly, and eventually dashes under his/her bed covers to hide in fear.] **
So, yeah, review.
Disclaimer: I DO own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, AND every character in the series.
Just kidding.
THIS CHAPTER: Déjà vu!
Harry stared at Malfoy in disbelief. Malfoy's face was screwed up in anger, and hand was moving to his wand. As Harry moved his own hand to his own wand, he had that familiar feeling again. What was it? Oh yeah, déjà vu.
Harry stared at Malfoy in disbelief. Malfoy's face was screwed up in anger, and his hand was moving to his wand. As Harry moved his own hand to his own wand, he had that familiar feeling again. What was it? Oh yeah, déjà vu.
Malfoy struck, as quick as lightning, with a stupefy spell.
"Yep," thought Harry, as he rolled to the side, the jet of white light barely missing him, "Déjà vu." He quickly dived behind a sole cabinet in the room to avoid a second stupefy. He felt like he had been behind the very same one not too long ago. Harry only had a second to collect his thoughts, when he heard a cry of- "REDUCTO!" Harry barely had time to shout- "PROTEGO!"
As the cabinet splintered, and the splinters got deflected off his magical shield, he had that familiar feeling again. What was it? Oh yeah, déjà vu.
Harry let his shield down, and stood up, keeping himself directly opposite to Malfoy as they slowly circled the perimeter of the room. He finally had time to notice the room itself. It was circular, which was kind of the reason why they were able to circle the perimeter, and kind of cramped. It couldn't be more than twenty feet in diameter.
"What are you doing here again, Potter!?" asked Malfoy, his voice deathly quiet.
"I should be asking you the same question," Harry responded very coolly, and then went on to say, "except without the again part. And the Potter part. I'll switch that with Malfoy," losing all of his coolness. In any case, he wasn't scared of Malfoy; he had faced him down before.
And that's when Harry saw the vial, glinting for a fleeting moment, in one of the folds of Malfoy's robes. And then déjà vu hit him like a soft, fluffy pillow.
And then it hit him a bit harder, about the strength of a pillow filled with rocks.
And by the time it had finally hit him hard enough, Malfoy was already at his throat, his wand cast aside.
Harry felt fingers apply pressure to the same marks that were already on his neck, and he felt a déjà vu anvil pound onto his head. He... REMEMBERED!!!
Malfoy took out a full vial of the same sleeping potion that was lying at the side of his bed. Harry struggled, but Malfoy's grip was to strong. He felt a pain in his head. He began to panic. He couldn't breathe! As the pain in his head grew worse, he could only hold on to one thought.
"How'd I get back into my bed?"
He suddenly had a flash of a thought of an empty hourglass that had recently been half full with all of the points for his house. But he couldn't imagine why.
Malfoy brought the vial he held in his hand up to Harry's face, still firmly gripping Harry's neck. "You'd better not let a teacher find this one THIS time, Potter!" he said, keeping Harry pinned down with his knees. "They probably were wondering what a vial labeled "SLEEPING POTION" was doing next to an unconscious Muggle lover! Probably thought you were stupid enough to drink it yourself... while out of bed... after hours... which you are..."
Malfoy was busy uncorking the bottle, so he didn't notice Harry getting angrier by the second. He wouldn't let Malfoy feed this potion to him and dump him out in the hallway like he did just a few hours before! Not after he had called him a Muggle lover! Which he was, actually... but Malfoy meant it as an insult... he thought... oh, forget it, he'd count it as an insult.
Harry, using all the strength he could muster, attempted to throw Malfoy off him. But it was no use, if he wasn't able to do it a few hours before, how would now be different? He needed his wand. But it was lying on the floor, five feet away, where it had fallen when Malfoy knocked him over!
And right then, Harry had that familiar feeling again. What was it? Oh yeah, déjà vu.
He looked straight at Malfoy, who had now opened the vial. This had a one to one-million chance of working, and it had a possibility of backfiring. But he took a deep breath, (actually, a kind of shallow one, as his breath was just about gone,) and muttered, "Lumos!"
A narrow but incredibly bright beam of light shot out form his wand. And it distracted Malfoy, for just barely enough time, for Harry to use all of his remaining strength to force Malfoy off of him!
Harry jumped up, grabbed his wand, and quickly scampered out of Malfoy's reach. He heard the sharp sound of glass shattering; the sleeping potion had been thrown from Malfoy's hand.
"No!" shouted Malfoy, with the voice of someone who had just dropped a whole lot of money down a sewer yesterday when they were right in front of a store, about to buy something very expensive. [Hmm... after typing that, I'm beginning to feel déjà vu... ha ha ha... er, yeah.]
"Okay, Malfoy! The jig is up!" shouted Harry, interrupting the author's déjà vu experience. "What is it that you don't fancy me seeing so much, that you'd drug me, throw me out, and then attempt to do it AGAIN, a few hours later!?"
Malfoy scowled. "Like I'd tell you, Potter. It doesn't matter, once you came here, it was over. You'll never find out, now that I know that you know I have a secret!"
"Then how did I almost find out for a second time a few hours after you drugged me?"
"SHUT UP!" and with that, Malfoy disapparated.
"Hey!" said Harry. "I thought you couldn't apparate OR disapparate in Hogwarts! And... I thought you had to be over seventeen to pass the tests in the first place!"
Malfoy apparated next to Harry. "Oh, I forgot. I guess I was so caught up in passing my apparition test a year early that I forgot that we couldn't. Forget that last sentence." and with that, Malfoy ran away.
Shaking his head at the weirdness of the events of the night, Harry walked out of the room. What did Malfoy mean by "it was over?" what was "it?" And, shouldn't he have just searched "the room" for "clues?" Oh well, he'd discuss it with "Ron" and "Hermione" in the morning.
As Harry walked out of the library, he came face to face with a very groggy yet conscious Snape.
"P-Potter!?" exclaimed the groggy Snape. "Y- You- what... get... oh, just get to bed."
Harry sprinted away before Snape could take away any points.
"Oh... and... s-s-sixty points from Gryffindor."
Harry had that familiar feeling again. What was it? Oh yeah, déjà vu. He remembered a sharp pain on his forehead where he had hit himself firmly no less than two times during the night. He also had a fleeting thought of a now EXTREMELY empty hourglass, if that was even possible. But, for the life of him, he thought, as he headed towards Gryffindor tower, he couldn't imagine why.
NEXT CHAPTER: Déjà vu! (Just kidding!)
Oh yeah, and review.