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Note: Hey if you like my story and you want to read another Harry Potter fanfic, check out my friend Shannon's fanfic. It's called 'dun dun dun' and you must all go and review it right now!!! It's title is weird but hey, I shouldn't talk because my title almost makes you think my story is boring ^_^ (hee hee). So yeah, go read it now because Shannon is a good writer and she deserves more reviews! Also, thanks to all the people who reviewed!! This is actually my first Harry Potter fanfic, but I think it's looking pretty good and I will continue to write it since you guys seem to be giving me really good reviews right now. ^_^ Thanks again to all you reviewers and I hope you like this chapter!! ^_^
Okay, here's chapter 2:
He stood in the corridor for several minutes, just taking it all in. Ron and Hermione had both been his friends ever since their first year. It's how it had always been, the three of them together as friends. But now Ron and Hermione were starting to become more then just friends, and what did that leave for Harry? He didn't know.....maybe they wouldn't even care about him anymore. Maybe this would destroy their relationship with him and they wouldn't be friends anymore. He thought about this unnerving thought for several minutes, wondering if he had lost his best friends to each other, and frowned. Who would be his best friend now?
He sat down near a statue of an old witch, still wearing the invisibility cloak, and sighed exasperatedly. There was no one else that could ever really replace Ron and Hermione and he didn't know what he would do without them. He rubbed his head tiredly and hoped beyond all hope that this wasn't going to change anything between him and them.
Shifting slightly to the left, into a more comfortable position at the base of the statue, he pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them protectively. Resting his chin on top of his knees he closed his eyes tiredly and let out a long breath of warm air out into the dark of the corridor. For a few moments his mind went totally blank, and he felt actually kind of peaceful sitting here like this.
But then he heard the noise. It was an odd sort of muffled sniffling coming from farther down the corridor, and as quickly as it had come it disappeared. At first he thought it was in his imagination and ignored it, while settling into an even more comfortable position at the base of the witch statue. But a moment later he heard it again. This time he knew he wasn't just dreaming it, and opened one of his eyes in irritation, listening intently for the noise to surface again. He heard it again, but this time he was less irritated when he recognized the sound to be that of someone's muffled crying from farther down the hall.
Fully awake now, he stood up careful to keep the cloak in place, and started silently down the corridor to find the source of the noise. The moment of peacefulness he had felt a moment ago was broken and he could feel his fingers tighten protectively around his wand as he moved towards the noise. 'Who else could be out in the middle of the night making so much noise?' He wondered to himself curiously. The incident with Ron and Hermione was almost forgotten in his mind as he followed the noise (now getting a bit louder) down the hall.
He finally reached a door towards the end of the hall where the noise seemed to be coming from and stopped, unsure of what he should do next. He had never been into this room before and he had no idea what lay behind it. The door was slightly ajar and he was positive someone was behind it crying. He felt his protective nature getting the best of him and shifted to one foot uncomfortably. He hesitated momentarily, wondering if he should even bother, and decided to chance it and go in.
He slowly, ever so slowly, inched the door open bit by bit, as to not alert whoever was inside to his presence. He carefully pulled the invisibility cloak around him, making sure that he wouldn't trip on it, and raised his wand slightly. He finally got the door open enough to squeeze through and stepped inside. Brandishing his wand even more protectively he looked around the room.
At first he thought that there was nobody in the room at all. It was quite dark, considering it was the middle of the night, and it was hard to see anything at all. He squinted his eyes, trying to get them to adjust to the dark, and made out a few dark, bulky shapes he took to be desks at the back of the room. Other then that, he couldn't see anything at all. Moving forward slightly, a sudden movement caught his eye.
He turned sharply to the right where a new shape emerged out of the darkness. It was a young girl— that much he could tell from the long, dark hair flowing softly over her face. She was sitting underneath a low laying window, and it was obvious she had been crying, from the wet patches staining the front of her cloak. The girl was huddled on the floor, in a small patch of moonlight with her arms wrapped around her knees. Her head was bowed so that Harry could not see her face to tell who she was, and he started to get curious.
He could feel himself lowering his wand, and instantly felt more relaxed as he moved closer to where the girl sat. He watched her for a few minutes as she sat upon the ground and began to feel sorry for her. He almost wished he could reach out and comfort her for whatever it was she was crying over, but remembering he was invisible, he could only watch. He sighed exasperatedly and was about to sit down when he realized his mistake. At the sound of his voice the girl's head jerked up, to revile a pair of soft hazelnut-brown eyes, puffy and swollen from crying but still quite pretty as she blinked her long eyelashes. She was staring directly at him, almost as if she could see him standing there, and whipped out her wand angrily, shouting "Expeleramius!"
The spell caught him unawares in the stomach, knocking him off his feet as his wand flew out of his hand. He landed heavily on the floor several yards behind him clutching his stomach and wincing in pain. The cloak had been knocked from his shoulders from the blast, and he was now completely visible to the girl as he lay upon the ground heaving in pain.
"Oh— I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hit you that hard, I was just angry." She explained quickly as she got to her feet, brushing away stray tears from her eyes as she walked over to him. She quickly composed herself and pointed her wand at him in a more business-like manner, saying "Now up on your feet. I can put a charm on you that will keep you from bruising, but that's only if you'll apologizing for spying on me."
Harry blinked several times in bewilderment. Just a moment ago this same girl had been sitting on the ground crying her eyes out and now it seemed as if she had never been crying at all. She seemed a bit overemotional, but other then that, there was no sign of her previous distress besides the slightly damp front of her robe. She was obviously not a push over, and Harry decided it was best to humor her for now. Quickly remembering himself, he sat up rubbing his sore stomach and uttered a short apology.
"I'm sorry but I wasn't spying on you if that's what you thought. I heard a noise and came down here to investigate it."
The girl looked at him doubtfully, but after a moment or so of glaring at him she finally accepted his apology and pointed her wand at him, muttering "sefferous." And stepped back to watch the effect. A warm lavender light engulfed him momentarily from the tip of her wand and he immediately felt the pain in his stomach subside. He stood up and bent over to pick up his invisibility cloak from the floor and thanked her.
"Thanks that feels a lot better— what year are you in?" He asked curiously.
"Sixth." She answered simply, while tossing his wand back at him. He nodded and glanced at the Hogwarts crest sewn into her robe and noted that she was a Ravenclaw.
"Same as me, only I'm in Gryffindor. I've never seen you around though, what's your name?" He asked curiously. She stared at him without saying anything for a moment. At first he thought that she was still mad at him, but then she replied slowly,
"My name's Luriah..........you've probably never seen me around much because I'm an animagus." She said softly, while lowering her head to the floor. Harry gaped at her in amazement, this is not what he had expected.
What a day.......first Ron and Hermione, and now an animigus. What was next? Harry just stood there in disbelief........the day had started out so boring......
~~~ hmm........Harry is never gonna get that homework done is he? ^_^ lol, I hope you liked this chapter. Please review and tell me what ya think!! Thanks a bunch!! (~~~
Note: Hey if you like my story and you want to read another Harry Potter fanfic, check out my friend Shannon's fanfic. It's called 'dun dun dun' and you must all go and review it right now!!! It's title is weird but hey, I shouldn't talk because my title almost makes you think my story is boring ^_^ (hee hee). So yeah, go read it now because Shannon is a good writer and she deserves more reviews! Also, thanks to all the people who reviewed!! This is actually my first Harry Potter fanfic, but I think it's looking pretty good and I will continue to write it since you guys seem to be giving me really good reviews right now. ^_^ Thanks again to all you reviewers and I hope you like this chapter!! ^_^
Okay, here's chapter 2:
He stood in the corridor for several minutes, just taking it all in. Ron and Hermione had both been his friends ever since their first year. It's how it had always been, the three of them together as friends. But now Ron and Hermione were starting to become more then just friends, and what did that leave for Harry? He didn't know.....maybe they wouldn't even care about him anymore. Maybe this would destroy their relationship with him and they wouldn't be friends anymore. He thought about this unnerving thought for several minutes, wondering if he had lost his best friends to each other, and frowned. Who would be his best friend now?
He sat down near a statue of an old witch, still wearing the invisibility cloak, and sighed exasperatedly. There was no one else that could ever really replace Ron and Hermione and he didn't know what he would do without them. He rubbed his head tiredly and hoped beyond all hope that this wasn't going to change anything between him and them.
Shifting slightly to the left, into a more comfortable position at the base of the statue, he pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them protectively. Resting his chin on top of his knees he closed his eyes tiredly and let out a long breath of warm air out into the dark of the corridor. For a few moments his mind went totally blank, and he felt actually kind of peaceful sitting here like this.
But then he heard the noise. It was an odd sort of muffled sniffling coming from farther down the corridor, and as quickly as it had come it disappeared. At first he thought it was in his imagination and ignored it, while settling into an even more comfortable position at the base of the witch statue. But a moment later he heard it again. This time he knew he wasn't just dreaming it, and opened one of his eyes in irritation, listening intently for the noise to surface again. He heard it again, but this time he was less irritated when he recognized the sound to be that of someone's muffled crying from farther down the hall.
Fully awake now, he stood up careful to keep the cloak in place, and started silently down the corridor to find the source of the noise. The moment of peacefulness he had felt a moment ago was broken and he could feel his fingers tighten protectively around his wand as he moved towards the noise. 'Who else could be out in the middle of the night making so much noise?' He wondered to himself curiously. The incident with Ron and Hermione was almost forgotten in his mind as he followed the noise (now getting a bit louder) down the hall.
He finally reached a door towards the end of the hall where the noise seemed to be coming from and stopped, unsure of what he should do next. He had never been into this room before and he had no idea what lay behind it. The door was slightly ajar and he was positive someone was behind it crying. He felt his protective nature getting the best of him and shifted to one foot uncomfortably. He hesitated momentarily, wondering if he should even bother, and decided to chance it and go in.
He slowly, ever so slowly, inched the door open bit by bit, as to not alert whoever was inside to his presence. He carefully pulled the invisibility cloak around him, making sure that he wouldn't trip on it, and raised his wand slightly. He finally got the door open enough to squeeze through and stepped inside. Brandishing his wand even more protectively he looked around the room.
At first he thought that there was nobody in the room at all. It was quite dark, considering it was the middle of the night, and it was hard to see anything at all. He squinted his eyes, trying to get them to adjust to the dark, and made out a few dark, bulky shapes he took to be desks at the back of the room. Other then that, he couldn't see anything at all. Moving forward slightly, a sudden movement caught his eye.
He turned sharply to the right where a new shape emerged out of the darkness. It was a young girl— that much he could tell from the long, dark hair flowing softly over her face. She was sitting underneath a low laying window, and it was obvious she had been crying, from the wet patches staining the front of her cloak. The girl was huddled on the floor, in a small patch of moonlight with her arms wrapped around her knees. Her head was bowed so that Harry could not see her face to tell who she was, and he started to get curious.
He could feel himself lowering his wand, and instantly felt more relaxed as he moved closer to where the girl sat. He watched her for a few minutes as she sat upon the ground and began to feel sorry for her. He almost wished he could reach out and comfort her for whatever it was she was crying over, but remembering he was invisible, he could only watch. He sighed exasperatedly and was about to sit down when he realized his mistake. At the sound of his voice the girl's head jerked up, to revile a pair of soft hazelnut-brown eyes, puffy and swollen from crying but still quite pretty as she blinked her long eyelashes. She was staring directly at him, almost as if she could see him standing there, and whipped out her wand angrily, shouting "Expeleramius!"
The spell caught him unawares in the stomach, knocking him off his feet as his wand flew out of his hand. He landed heavily on the floor several yards behind him clutching his stomach and wincing in pain. The cloak had been knocked from his shoulders from the blast, and he was now completely visible to the girl as he lay upon the ground heaving in pain.
"Oh— I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hit you that hard, I was just angry." She explained quickly as she got to her feet, brushing away stray tears from her eyes as she walked over to him. She quickly composed herself and pointed her wand at him in a more business-like manner, saying "Now up on your feet. I can put a charm on you that will keep you from bruising, but that's only if you'll apologizing for spying on me."
Harry blinked several times in bewilderment. Just a moment ago this same girl had been sitting on the ground crying her eyes out and now it seemed as if she had never been crying at all. She seemed a bit overemotional, but other then that, there was no sign of her previous distress besides the slightly damp front of her robe. She was obviously not a push over, and Harry decided it was best to humor her for now. Quickly remembering himself, he sat up rubbing his sore stomach and uttered a short apology.
"I'm sorry but I wasn't spying on you if that's what you thought. I heard a noise and came down here to investigate it."
The girl looked at him doubtfully, but after a moment or so of glaring at him she finally accepted his apology and pointed her wand at him, muttering "sefferous." And stepped back to watch the effect. A warm lavender light engulfed him momentarily from the tip of her wand and he immediately felt the pain in his stomach subside. He stood up and bent over to pick up his invisibility cloak from the floor and thanked her.
"Thanks that feels a lot better— what year are you in?" He asked curiously.
"Sixth." She answered simply, while tossing his wand back at him. He nodded and glanced at the Hogwarts crest sewn into her robe and noted that she was a Ravenclaw.
"Same as me, only I'm in Gryffindor. I've never seen you around though, what's your name?" He asked curiously. She stared at him without saying anything for a moment. At first he thought that she was still mad at him, but then she replied slowly,
"My name's Luriah..........you've probably never seen me around much because I'm an animagus." She said softly, while lowering her head to the floor. Harry gaped at her in amazement, this is not what he had expected.
What a day.......first Ron and Hermione, and now an animigus. What was next? Harry just stood there in disbelief........the day had started out so boring......
~~~ hmm........Harry is never gonna get that homework done is he? ^_^ lol, I hope you liked this chapter. Please review and tell me what ya think!! Thanks a bunch!! (~~~