*Author's Notes* : Ok, so finding my muse has been slightly harder than I
thought. Good news, I discovered the 'plot' recently. Now we can have some
nice conflict. Thank you to all my lovely reviewers, you make me feel so
warm and fuzzy inside... I'm sure you know the feeling. On with the story,
whose characters are not mine... you knew that, don't lie. I also don't own
Cadbury or the Caramilk chocolate bar, but I wish I had one. They're
excellent.
==== In the warm and comfortable Gryffindor common room, two students sat by a crackling fire. The young, bushy haired girl smiled and sipped her warm cocoa, taking pleasure in the silence of good friendship.
"Next weekend there's a visit to Hogsmeade." The red headed boy beside her commented. "I was wondering if you wanted..."
"Hey Ron, Hermione, I've been looking for you everywhere!" Harry called as he ran into the room. His two friends rolled their eyes and turned to face him. "I just got a great idea for a prank we can pull on the Slytherins while they're at Hogsmeade." The boy's friends walked to lunch with him, trying to explain that they would also be at Hogsmeade, and many of the younger students would be in the school anyways.
"So you're saying some first year would see us and get us in trouble? I thought you said we would be on the trip!" Harry almost burst into tears. His friends were always lying to him.
"Have something to eat, Harry." Hermione guided him to an empty seat and took a place beside him. Ron piled food onto his plate, his tranquility gone with Harry's appearance. He always had to be a 'guy' around everyone.
"I wonder how they get the caramel inside Caramilks." Everyone stared at Harry, except for Ron, who was busy eating. Harry stroked his chin and looked at the ceiling. "It must be one of Voldmort's plans for world domination!" Some students at the Gryffindor table shifted slightly away from Harry, trying to look inconspicuous. Harry ran out of the hall, oblivious to everyone. Ron took the opportunity to pile Harry's food onto his plate.
A few days later, everyone had forgotten the incident, as most book characters are apt to do. They were in their Potions class, surprisingly making a potion. The Gryffindors had this class with Slytherins, because the teacher favored the rival house and a lot of conflict could be made from this arrangement. The headmaster scheduled courses, and he liked conflict. He liked it a lot...
"Do not add any of the ingredients until the potion is simmering. If your potion is still boiling, turn down your heat and allow it to thicken. Any additions at this point would be catastrophic." Their sinister professor glared at the class, as a student predictably dumped all of the ingredients into a bubbling cauldron. "I hate this class, with a passion." He declared, as a small explosion rocked the room.
"We know you love us, Snape!" Called the cheerful student who caused the explosion, and the teacher cried into his hands. A second explosion opened a deep crater in the stone floor.
Harry decided this was the perfect opportunity to discuss his newest theory with his friends. "I researched the history of magic in the candy and chocolate industry." He gave them each a ten-page report, with indexes and a pie chart. "This outlines the important details, as well as the involvement of Voldmort and his followers in the Cadbury company."
Hermione stared at him. "This is what you were doing the last week? What about your homework Harry! Why don't you put effort into school, and forget about saving the world for once! What use is the world without an education?" At this point she was screaming at the top of her lungs. She then dropped to the floor, unconscious due to lack of oxygen. Ron stepped over her body and grabbed a copy of the report.
"The Dark Chocolate Arts; Voldmort in the Confectionary Industry." He read the title apprehensively. "This is going to make me really hungry. I'll save it for dinner."
"Get out of my classroom, I can't take it anymore!" Professor Snape screamed at the class. Harry noticed his desk was broken in half, and the books from his shelves were scattered around the room. Snape pushed away a student attempting to give him a hug, and ran screaming from the room.
"What's with that guy!" Harry muttered. "He really needs to lighten up." Harry and Ron then left for their next class, Herbology.
Hermione moaned on the floor. "I'll be late for class!" She pulled herself towards the door and down the hallway.
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==== In the warm and comfortable Gryffindor common room, two students sat by a crackling fire. The young, bushy haired girl smiled and sipped her warm cocoa, taking pleasure in the silence of good friendship.
"Next weekend there's a visit to Hogsmeade." The red headed boy beside her commented. "I was wondering if you wanted..."
"Hey Ron, Hermione, I've been looking for you everywhere!" Harry called as he ran into the room. His two friends rolled their eyes and turned to face him. "I just got a great idea for a prank we can pull on the Slytherins while they're at Hogsmeade." The boy's friends walked to lunch with him, trying to explain that they would also be at Hogsmeade, and many of the younger students would be in the school anyways.
"So you're saying some first year would see us and get us in trouble? I thought you said we would be on the trip!" Harry almost burst into tears. His friends were always lying to him.
"Have something to eat, Harry." Hermione guided him to an empty seat and took a place beside him. Ron piled food onto his plate, his tranquility gone with Harry's appearance. He always had to be a 'guy' around everyone.
"I wonder how they get the caramel inside Caramilks." Everyone stared at Harry, except for Ron, who was busy eating. Harry stroked his chin and looked at the ceiling. "It must be one of Voldmort's plans for world domination!" Some students at the Gryffindor table shifted slightly away from Harry, trying to look inconspicuous. Harry ran out of the hall, oblivious to everyone. Ron took the opportunity to pile Harry's food onto his plate.
A few days later, everyone had forgotten the incident, as most book characters are apt to do. They were in their Potions class, surprisingly making a potion. The Gryffindors had this class with Slytherins, because the teacher favored the rival house and a lot of conflict could be made from this arrangement. The headmaster scheduled courses, and he liked conflict. He liked it a lot...
"Do not add any of the ingredients until the potion is simmering. If your potion is still boiling, turn down your heat and allow it to thicken. Any additions at this point would be catastrophic." Their sinister professor glared at the class, as a student predictably dumped all of the ingredients into a bubbling cauldron. "I hate this class, with a passion." He declared, as a small explosion rocked the room.
"We know you love us, Snape!" Called the cheerful student who caused the explosion, and the teacher cried into his hands. A second explosion opened a deep crater in the stone floor.
Harry decided this was the perfect opportunity to discuss his newest theory with his friends. "I researched the history of magic in the candy and chocolate industry." He gave them each a ten-page report, with indexes and a pie chart. "This outlines the important details, as well as the involvement of Voldmort and his followers in the Cadbury company."
Hermione stared at him. "This is what you were doing the last week? What about your homework Harry! Why don't you put effort into school, and forget about saving the world for once! What use is the world without an education?" At this point she was screaming at the top of her lungs. She then dropped to the floor, unconscious due to lack of oxygen. Ron stepped over her body and grabbed a copy of the report.
"The Dark Chocolate Arts; Voldmort in the Confectionary Industry." He read the title apprehensively. "This is going to make me really hungry. I'll save it for dinner."
"Get out of my classroom, I can't take it anymore!" Professor Snape screamed at the class. Harry noticed his desk was broken in half, and the books from his shelves were scattered around the room. Snape pushed away a student attempting to give him a hug, and ran screaming from the room.
"What's with that guy!" Harry muttered. "He really needs to lighten up." Harry and Ron then left for their next class, Herbology.
Hermione moaned on the floor. "I'll be late for class!" She pulled herself towards the door and down the hallway.
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