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THIS IS WHAT EVERY NEW FANFIC WRITER DREAMS OF, AND I HAVE DONE IT!!!
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THANK YOU, everyone who has reviewed so far. You have made this possible. Okay, I'm going to try to credit all of you. [Deep breath] Okay... [Minimizes screen, goes onto internet, clicks on FAVORITES, and chooses Fanfiction. Net, logs in, and then CHECKS REVIEWS!!!]
Thanks sophiethedevil, alliecatgcevenessence, Ali, wdbydoglvr, Dark Viola, ash vault rose garden, john, random person, Darkboy77 (wait, that's me!), ali-cat-21, Aelfswythe, silvamagic, Sirius Lover for Life, Master of Randomness, brit, Emily-Lyef, (no I'm not twelve), SleepsInOctober (DÉJÀ VU!), irisbud, Fairy Dust, Gertrude, pigg, must resist stupidity impulse, sally, SASUKA, SpicySugar, sam, I, spooflover13, Funny Boy, Tays, Superstar- 18222, kate molly anders, ~*Ari*~, chickadee, Hermione Gardiner, butterbeercap, weirdas, drangonsile, and... oh, that's it. IF I FORGOT ANYONE, THEN YOUR REVIEW PROBABLY HASN'T SHOWN UP ON THE REVIEW PAGE AS OF NOW. Okay, anyway, thanks everyone!
Now onward, to chapter 20!
Disclaimer: Hehehe... I don't own Harry Potter... hehehe...
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Spring had come to Hogwarts.
He was here to fill in the empty position of Defense against the Dark Arts.
"Professor Spring!" said Dumbledore, beckoning the tall professor into the entrance hall. He wore lilac robes and a black tiara on his head. A crowd had formed to watch the new professor come in.
"What!? Why is a Defense professor coming in NOW!?" wondered Ron.
"Because the position wasn't filled for the first half of the year!" said Hermione.
"Really?"
"Ron, have you noticed that we've had no Defense against the dark arts classes for THE FIRST HALF OF THE YEAR!?"
"No."
Hermione slapped herself on the head as Harry craned his neck for another look. He hadn't seen the teacher's face yet...
"I've got to take a look at that teacher's face!"
"Harry, we have him first thing tomorrow." Said Hermione.
"WHO CARES, I can't wait until then!" Harry attempted to push through the crowd, but he kept being cut off by even more curious people. By the time he was done, and burst onto the floor of the entrance hall, Spring was gone.
"He must've passed me!" said Harry. He rushed back to where he came.
"Harry, slow down!" said Hermione. But Harry didn't. As everyone returned to wherever they were, Harry was looking for the black tiara and lilac robes. He thought he saw a glimpse of purple- but that was only a pimp. A PIMP!? What the heck!? Harry would have investigated, but he was too set on seeing the teacher's face.
And then he saw the robes. His teacher was standing at the very end of the crowded corridor Harry was in! "Yes!" thought Harry, casting his glance where the teacher's face should be.
But Harry's view of the teacher's face was blocked by a book that blocked the teacher's small face off in the distance.
"NO!" shouted Harry, diving to the side. He tried to look at Spring's face AGAIN, but, from his position on the floor, a bag strap blocked his view.
"This is crazy!" shouted Harry, rolling over to get the bag out of his field of vision. But then, as he stood up, a spontaneous crowd had formed.
"NOOOOO!" shouted Harry. He barreled through the crowd. It seemed as if god himself was keeping him from seeing Spring's face. He came to an opening through all of the bodies-
And that's when the lighting bolt from the heavens hit him.
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"Oh..." mumbled Harry from his hospital wing bed. "Where am I?"
"You are in the hospital wing, Potter, once again." Came Madam Pomfrey's voice. Harry opened his eyes.
"You were struck by lightning, Potter, but I have cured you."
"Cured? Don't you mean treated?"
"GET OUT!!!"
Harry rushed out of the hospital wing with his books. Even though he was seriously freaked at getting struck by lightning while inside a magical building, he still needed to catch a glimpse of Professor Spring's face.
"HARRY!" shouted Ron.
Harry turned around. Ron and Hermione were behind him, running towards him.
"Harry, you've got to stop this obsession!" said Hermione.
"I'm not obsessed!" shouted Harry, quickly hiding the notebooks he had with "SPRING" written all over them.
"Harry... we'll all see who Spring is tomorrow!"
"But I can't wait!" whined Harry.
"Harry, do you want to get struck by lightning AGAIN!?" asked Ron.
"No- hey, how'd you know?"
"I'm the government, Harry." Said Ron. "I know everything."
"Yeah, but- hey, you're not the government!"
"Oh, wait-" said Ron, frantically hiding his SWIB (Secret Wizard's Investigations Bureau) badge, "No, I am not the government."
Hermione looked at Ron unbelievingly, and then turned to Harry. "Harry, if you don't want to get struck by lightning again, just play it cool and wait for the next day."
"Okay!" said Harry. "The next day."
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Harry walked into his Defense against the Dark Arts class. His heart was pounding, and he could hardly breathe. Finally, he could see who his teacher was! The teacher, still in lilac robes, was at the front of the class, with her back turned to everyone. Harry sat in his seat, next to Ron and Hermione.
"Good morning..." said the teacher. "My name is... PROFESSOR UMBRIDGE SPRING!" The same Umbridge from Harry's fifth year turned around, and smiled straight at Harry.
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" screamed Harry. "Huh? Oh, thank goodness, a dream." He was in his bed, and a few rays of golden sunshine were shining through his curtains.
Golden sunshine!? He was late!
Harry jumped out of his bed, threw on clothes, took them off, took off his pajamas, threw on the clothes he had just thrown off, and dashed towards the door, tripping on a copy of Hogwarts, a History.
He arrived at the classroom five minutes later. The teacher, still in lilac robes, was at the front of the class.
"Good morning." He said, his back turned to everyone. "My name is... PROFESSOR QUIRREL SPRING!" The same Quirrel of Harry's first year turned around, sneering straight at Harry.
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" screamed Harry. "Huh? Oh, a DOUBLE DREAM!?" he was in his bed, yet again, and the sun was shining through his curtains, yet again. He was late, yet again.
He arrived at the classroom and the teacher had their back turned blah, blah, blah. And then, the teacher spoke.
"MY NAME... IS VERNON DURSLEY SPRING!"
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" screamed Harry. But he didn't wake up. Was he really not dreaming?
He pinched himself. He woke up.
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"My name... IS MICHAEL JACKSON SPRING!"
Harry didn't know if he should scream or not here. He just knew it was a dream.
He pinched himself.
He didn't wake up.
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" screamed Harry. If he didn't know better, he'd say that he just had a triple dream. And then the giant disco ball crushed Hogwarts.
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH... oh, forget it!" said Harry. He pinched himself very firmly about fifteen times, and then he screamed as loud as he could. He didn't awaken back in his bed. His dream had ended at a quadruple dream.
"Phew!" said Harry, relieved. And then he realized that he was late.
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"My name..." said the teacher in dramatic fashion... "Is... "PROFESSOR TOM SPRING!"
Spring turned around.
Harry's heart stopped.
It was Voldemort.
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Well, quite a shocker, yes? But Darkboy77, you may ask, how could Voldemort be in Hogwarts without anyone recognizing him? Well, the answers are found in the NEXT CHAPTER!
Even though I'm completely satisfied, review.
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THANK YOU, everyone who has reviewed so far. You have made this possible. Okay, I'm going to try to credit all of you. [Deep breath] Okay... [Minimizes screen, goes onto internet, clicks on FAVORITES, and chooses Fanfiction. Net, logs in, and then CHECKS REVIEWS!!!]
Thanks sophiethedevil, alliecatgcevenessence, Ali, wdbydoglvr, Dark Viola, ash vault rose garden, john, random person, Darkboy77 (wait, that's me!), ali-cat-21, Aelfswythe, silvamagic, Sirius Lover for Life, Master of Randomness, brit, Emily-Lyef, (no I'm not twelve), SleepsInOctober (DÉJÀ VU!), irisbud, Fairy Dust, Gertrude, pigg, must resist stupidity impulse, sally, SASUKA, SpicySugar, sam, I, spooflover13, Funny Boy, Tays, Superstar- 18222, kate molly anders, ~*Ari*~, chickadee, Hermione Gardiner, butterbeercap, weirdas, drangonsile, and... oh, that's it. IF I FORGOT ANYONE, THEN YOUR REVIEW PROBABLY HASN'T SHOWN UP ON THE REVIEW PAGE AS OF NOW. Okay, anyway, thanks everyone!
Now onward, to chapter 20!
Disclaimer: Hehehe... I don't own Harry Potter... hehehe...
***
Spring had come to Hogwarts.
He was here to fill in the empty position of Defense against the Dark Arts.
"Professor Spring!" said Dumbledore, beckoning the tall professor into the entrance hall. He wore lilac robes and a black tiara on his head. A crowd had formed to watch the new professor come in.
"What!? Why is a Defense professor coming in NOW!?" wondered Ron.
"Because the position wasn't filled for the first half of the year!" said Hermione.
"Really?"
"Ron, have you noticed that we've had no Defense against the dark arts classes for THE FIRST HALF OF THE YEAR!?"
"No."
Hermione slapped herself on the head as Harry craned his neck for another look. He hadn't seen the teacher's face yet...
"I've got to take a look at that teacher's face!"
"Harry, we have him first thing tomorrow." Said Hermione.
"WHO CARES, I can't wait until then!" Harry attempted to push through the crowd, but he kept being cut off by even more curious people. By the time he was done, and burst onto the floor of the entrance hall, Spring was gone.
"He must've passed me!" said Harry. He rushed back to where he came.
"Harry, slow down!" said Hermione. But Harry didn't. As everyone returned to wherever they were, Harry was looking for the black tiara and lilac robes. He thought he saw a glimpse of purple- but that was only a pimp. A PIMP!? What the heck!? Harry would have investigated, but he was too set on seeing the teacher's face.
And then he saw the robes. His teacher was standing at the very end of the crowded corridor Harry was in! "Yes!" thought Harry, casting his glance where the teacher's face should be.
But Harry's view of the teacher's face was blocked by a book that blocked the teacher's small face off in the distance.
"NO!" shouted Harry, diving to the side. He tried to look at Spring's face AGAIN, but, from his position on the floor, a bag strap blocked his view.
"This is crazy!" shouted Harry, rolling over to get the bag out of his field of vision. But then, as he stood up, a spontaneous crowd had formed.
"NOOOOO!" shouted Harry. He barreled through the crowd. It seemed as if god himself was keeping him from seeing Spring's face. He came to an opening through all of the bodies-
And that's when the lighting bolt from the heavens hit him.
***
"Oh..." mumbled Harry from his hospital wing bed. "Where am I?"
"You are in the hospital wing, Potter, once again." Came Madam Pomfrey's voice. Harry opened his eyes.
"You were struck by lightning, Potter, but I have cured you."
"Cured? Don't you mean treated?"
"GET OUT!!!"
Harry rushed out of the hospital wing with his books. Even though he was seriously freaked at getting struck by lightning while inside a magical building, he still needed to catch a glimpse of Professor Spring's face.
"HARRY!" shouted Ron.
Harry turned around. Ron and Hermione were behind him, running towards him.
"Harry, you've got to stop this obsession!" said Hermione.
"I'm not obsessed!" shouted Harry, quickly hiding the notebooks he had with "SPRING" written all over them.
"Harry... we'll all see who Spring is tomorrow!"
"But I can't wait!" whined Harry.
"Harry, do you want to get struck by lightning AGAIN!?" asked Ron.
"No- hey, how'd you know?"
"I'm the government, Harry." Said Ron. "I know everything."
"Yeah, but- hey, you're not the government!"
"Oh, wait-" said Ron, frantically hiding his SWIB (Secret Wizard's Investigations Bureau) badge, "No, I am not the government."
Hermione looked at Ron unbelievingly, and then turned to Harry. "Harry, if you don't want to get struck by lightning again, just play it cool and wait for the next day."
"Okay!" said Harry. "The next day."
***
Harry walked into his Defense against the Dark Arts class. His heart was pounding, and he could hardly breathe. Finally, he could see who his teacher was! The teacher, still in lilac robes, was at the front of the class, with her back turned to everyone. Harry sat in his seat, next to Ron and Hermione.
"Good morning..." said the teacher. "My name is... PROFESSOR UMBRIDGE SPRING!" The same Umbridge from Harry's fifth year turned around, and smiled straight at Harry.
***
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" screamed Harry. "Huh? Oh, thank goodness, a dream." He was in his bed, and a few rays of golden sunshine were shining through his curtains.
Golden sunshine!? He was late!
Harry jumped out of his bed, threw on clothes, took them off, took off his pajamas, threw on the clothes he had just thrown off, and dashed towards the door, tripping on a copy of Hogwarts, a History.
He arrived at the classroom five minutes later. The teacher, still in lilac robes, was at the front of the class.
"Good morning." He said, his back turned to everyone. "My name is... PROFESSOR QUIRREL SPRING!" The same Quirrel of Harry's first year turned around, sneering straight at Harry.
***
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" screamed Harry. "Huh? Oh, a DOUBLE DREAM!?" he was in his bed, yet again, and the sun was shining through his curtains, yet again. He was late, yet again.
He arrived at the classroom and the teacher had their back turned blah, blah, blah. And then, the teacher spoke.
"MY NAME... IS VERNON DURSLEY SPRING!"
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" screamed Harry. But he didn't wake up. Was he really not dreaming?
He pinched himself. He woke up.
***
"My name... IS MICHAEL JACKSON SPRING!"
Harry didn't know if he should scream or not here. He just knew it was a dream.
He pinched himself.
He didn't wake up.
***
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" screamed Harry. If he didn't know better, he'd say that he just had a triple dream. And then the giant disco ball crushed Hogwarts.
***
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH... oh, forget it!" said Harry. He pinched himself very firmly about fifteen times, and then he screamed as loud as he could. He didn't awaken back in his bed. His dream had ended at a quadruple dream.
"Phew!" said Harry, relieved. And then he realized that he was late.
***
"My name..." said the teacher in dramatic fashion... "Is... "PROFESSOR TOM SPRING!"
Spring turned around.
Harry's heart stopped.
It was Voldemort.
***
Well, quite a shocker, yes? But Darkboy77, you may ask, how could Voldemort be in Hogwarts without anyone recognizing him? Well, the answers are found in the NEXT CHAPTER!
Even though I'm completely satisfied, review.