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Author's Note: Welcome to the twisted world of Me. I'm having problems uploading, but that's ok, because I can just write. I don't own this, despite all the indications that I do. Really, I don't. Written in two days, so it could be better. Beta, anyone? I'll just end up stealing your ideas but we could work something out.
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Chapter 6 : Expected Events -- In which the inevitable happens
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The-Boy-Who-Lived stretched his body as far as he could and tensed his legs. With a deep breath, he pushed off from the ground as hard as he could, pulling the top of his body forwards. He let out a deep, quiet grunt as he willed himself towards his goal, pushing a weight half the size of his own body before him. His teammates pressed their own weight down into their brooms, calling out to him in encouragement.
Squeaky squeaky.
The sound of their brooms echoed through the hall, tweaking the nerves of every spectator and player in the room. Harry cleared his throat and, upon seeing his rock beginning to slow, screamed with every ounce of being he had.
"HHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRDD" His scream drowned out the squeaking of the tiny foam padded brooms, and the roaring of the crowd. Many in the audience blinked in surprise and re-evaluated the small boy who made such a loud cry.
Draco Malfr... Malfoy, at the opposite side of the sheet, simply stood casually and observed the struggling Gryffindors. Tension grew as the rock approached the circles in the far end of the ice, inching slowly towards a granite lump with a green handle.
Clink. A tiny sound much like a toast made with wine glasses was the unsatisfying conclusion to the furious attempts of the Gryffindor team. The rocks collided, and the red-topped weight came to a stop at the edge of the targeted circles. Half of the audience let out disappointed sighs with the other exploded into applause.
After a few minutes of cheering, the headmaster, sitting in the centre of the stands stood up with a sombre expression and a hush fell over the crowd. Students turned expectantly to the tall figure as he took a long, loud sip of his coffee and brushed crumbs from his beard. He looked gravely at the players on the ice, and adjusted the fuzzy pink earmuffs he was wearing for eccentricity's sake. The anticipations dragged out over several minutes and some of the students in the back shifted on the uncomfortable benches.
"I'm glad that the school has taken so well to our 'Sports of the World' campaign. Hopefully, wizards with diversify their athletic interests more over the coming years. It is a dark time, indeed, so we should be focusing on lighter thoughts. Narf." His last word, muttered under his breath, startled the few around him who could hear it, however most of the students were blissfully unaware.
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After quickly changing out of his new curling robes, Harry found his reliable best friends and the Trio departed to the Gryffindor common room. Their housemates, with defeated sighs, obediently cleared out of the room so the three could make secret plans and associate only with each other. A confused Neville was the last to be pushed out, the picture of the crudely- named Fat Lady hitting him on his way out.
"What are we going to do now?" Harry asked his friends in a truly whiny voice. Ron simply shrugged and Hermione barely looked up from her book. "I wish we had TV in the wizard world, or at least SOMETHING like that." Harry sunk into a deep couch and moaned.
"We could make an illegal potion in the girls bathroom!" Ron sat up straighter. "Wait, we did that in second year. Well, we could make fun of Malfr... Malfoy's dad, for being a death eater."
Harry shrugged again. "We do that all the time. Hey, what if we dress up in drag and do a musical in the great hall?"
Ron stared at Harry in shock and fear. Hermione actually looked up at him from her book. They quickly shook their heads and moved on.
"We could become animagi." Ron spoke with little conviction. Harry shrugged, once again, and Ron shook his head in agreement. "Yeah, it takes too much work."
Hermione sighed. "I'm never going to learn with you two going on like that. Why don't you just go practice quidditch." She spoke from behind her book, once again, and finished with a hand waving towards the portrait hole.
Both of the Gryffindors' eyes lit up, and they gasped in astonishment at the (obvious) decision. They raced off with hurried thanks, almost forgetting brooms in their hurry.
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"What do we do now?" It was after dinner, and the Trio were in the common room, again. It was empty, again. They were bored. Again. Hermione sighed. She looked around the common room. She sighed, again. Ron scratched his nose. Harry stared at him, as he had never seen anyone scratch their nose in public, in a book. Ron was oblivious, and Hermione was distracted by an interesting spot on the wall.
Suddenly the door to the common room flew across the room, hitting a group of first years and pinning them to the floor. Seamus ran into the room, followed closely by Dean and Lavender. For good measure, Neville ran into the room, followed by the Weasly twins and Ginny. All of them ran over to the Trio in the corner, grinning broadly.
"You'll never guess what Dumbledore just announced!" Seamus was the first to speak, because the author liked him. "There's a field trip tomorow! To America!" The others nodded vigerously.
Harry looked at his two best friends. "Finally, we get some plot and/or conflict for the year!"
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Reviewers:
Sue H, Spikey the Neon Blowfish, hydrangea, nkittyhawk, Ivory Tower, Vanyaria Darkshadow, Livie, someone who didn't bother to put a name, ScruffyWes, Foureyedsnail, Hot Cocoa
Various Responses:
Snickers are better than Three Musketeers, I know this and I've never had a Three Musketeers. The last line of chapter one seems to be a hit, I'll keep that in mind. I am, indeed, a girl - despite any vicious rumours out there *glares*. I didn't even notice the 'R' in Draco, but I think it works for his character... should I change it, anyone?
That's all for now, and I hope the next chapter will be better, I don't like this one at all. I'll have to just try harder, won't I.
Author's Note: Welcome to the twisted world of Me. I'm having problems uploading, but that's ok, because I can just write. I don't own this, despite all the indications that I do. Really, I don't. Written in two days, so it could be better. Beta, anyone? I'll just end up stealing your ideas but we could work something out.
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Chapter 6 : Expected Events -- In which the inevitable happens
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The-Boy-Who-Lived stretched his body as far as he could and tensed his legs. With a deep breath, he pushed off from the ground as hard as he could, pulling the top of his body forwards. He let out a deep, quiet grunt as he willed himself towards his goal, pushing a weight half the size of his own body before him. His teammates pressed their own weight down into their brooms, calling out to him in encouragement.
Squeaky squeaky.
The sound of their brooms echoed through the hall, tweaking the nerves of every spectator and player in the room. Harry cleared his throat and, upon seeing his rock beginning to slow, screamed with every ounce of being he had.
"HHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRDD" His scream drowned out the squeaking of the tiny foam padded brooms, and the roaring of the crowd. Many in the audience blinked in surprise and re-evaluated the small boy who made such a loud cry.
Draco Malfr... Malfoy, at the opposite side of the sheet, simply stood casually and observed the struggling Gryffindors. Tension grew as the rock approached the circles in the far end of the ice, inching slowly towards a granite lump with a green handle.
Clink. A tiny sound much like a toast made with wine glasses was the unsatisfying conclusion to the furious attempts of the Gryffindor team. The rocks collided, and the red-topped weight came to a stop at the edge of the targeted circles. Half of the audience let out disappointed sighs with the other exploded into applause.
After a few minutes of cheering, the headmaster, sitting in the centre of the stands stood up with a sombre expression and a hush fell over the crowd. Students turned expectantly to the tall figure as he took a long, loud sip of his coffee and brushed crumbs from his beard. He looked gravely at the players on the ice, and adjusted the fuzzy pink earmuffs he was wearing for eccentricity's sake. The anticipations dragged out over several minutes and some of the students in the back shifted on the uncomfortable benches.
"I'm glad that the school has taken so well to our 'Sports of the World' campaign. Hopefully, wizards with diversify their athletic interests more over the coming years. It is a dark time, indeed, so we should be focusing on lighter thoughts. Narf." His last word, muttered under his breath, startled the few around him who could hear it, however most of the students were blissfully unaware.
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After quickly changing out of his new curling robes, Harry found his reliable best friends and the Trio departed to the Gryffindor common room. Their housemates, with defeated sighs, obediently cleared out of the room so the three could make secret plans and associate only with each other. A confused Neville was the last to be pushed out, the picture of the crudely- named Fat Lady hitting him on his way out.
"What are we going to do now?" Harry asked his friends in a truly whiny voice. Ron simply shrugged and Hermione barely looked up from her book. "I wish we had TV in the wizard world, or at least SOMETHING like that." Harry sunk into a deep couch and moaned.
"We could make an illegal potion in the girls bathroom!" Ron sat up straighter. "Wait, we did that in second year. Well, we could make fun of Malfr... Malfoy's dad, for being a death eater."
Harry shrugged again. "We do that all the time. Hey, what if we dress up in drag and do a musical in the great hall?"
Ron stared at Harry in shock and fear. Hermione actually looked up at him from her book. They quickly shook their heads and moved on.
"We could become animagi." Ron spoke with little conviction. Harry shrugged, once again, and Ron shook his head in agreement. "Yeah, it takes too much work."
Hermione sighed. "I'm never going to learn with you two going on like that. Why don't you just go practice quidditch." She spoke from behind her book, once again, and finished with a hand waving towards the portrait hole.
Both of the Gryffindors' eyes lit up, and they gasped in astonishment at the (obvious) decision. They raced off with hurried thanks, almost forgetting brooms in their hurry.
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"What do we do now?" It was after dinner, and the Trio were in the common room, again. It was empty, again. They were bored. Again. Hermione sighed. She looked around the common room. She sighed, again. Ron scratched his nose. Harry stared at him, as he had never seen anyone scratch their nose in public, in a book. Ron was oblivious, and Hermione was distracted by an interesting spot on the wall.
Suddenly the door to the common room flew across the room, hitting a group of first years and pinning them to the floor. Seamus ran into the room, followed closely by Dean and Lavender. For good measure, Neville ran into the room, followed by the Weasly twins and Ginny. All of them ran over to the Trio in the corner, grinning broadly.
"You'll never guess what Dumbledore just announced!" Seamus was the first to speak, because the author liked him. "There's a field trip tomorow! To America!" The others nodded vigerously.
Harry looked at his two best friends. "Finally, we get some plot and/or conflict for the year!"
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Reviewers:
Sue H, Spikey the Neon Blowfish, hydrangea, nkittyhawk, Ivory Tower, Vanyaria Darkshadow, Livie, someone who didn't bother to put a name, ScruffyWes, Foureyedsnail, Hot Cocoa
Various Responses:
Snickers are better than Three Musketeers, I know this and I've never had a Three Musketeers. The last line of chapter one seems to be a hit, I'll keep that in mind. I am, indeed, a girl - despite any vicious rumours out there *glares*. I didn't even notice the 'R' in Draco, but I think it works for his character... should I change it, anyone?
That's all for now, and I hope the next chapter will be better, I don't like this one at all. I'll have to just try harder, won't I.