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Chapter 14...........YAY.
The Three friends were all rather exhausted by their weekend, so the fact that they had Potions first on Monday. So it was with Heavy Hearts that they tramped down the stair to the dark and dismal dungeon. As usual, Malfoy and his er, underlings were their, leaning against the wall and trying to look cool.
"Well, if it isn't the trio of tryhards!" exclaimed Malfoy in mock surprise.
Harry looked around with a very fake innocent look on his face.
"What's wrong Harry?" asked Ron, barely hiding a chuckle.
"I could have sworn I just heard a ferret squeak...." he glanced at Malfoy out of the corner of his eye and saw the blond teen go red.
"I thought I heard something too," said Hermione in a puzzled voice, "must have been a windbag, oops! I meant the wind."
Malfoy went purple. He clenched his fists and started to say something, "you little..."
"Good morning students. I see we are all up and ready for a lesson."
Snape was in a good humor, and both groups of students, Gryffindor and Slytherin alike, stared at him in a sort of fascinated horror until he ushered them into the dungeon.
"What's with him?" asked Ron, watching the Slytherin Head of house as if he'd just sung an ode to Gryffindor.
"Who knows?" asked Harry duly, not looking forward to the lesson.
The lesson was different. Snape didn't snarl, didn't bite, explained things to Goyle patiently, and even helped Ron when he got into difficulty making a shrinking potion.
By the end of the lesson all of the class was flabbergasted. Snape actually smiled as they left the room.
"Right," said Ron as they hurried away from the dungeon, "that was the weirdest ever lesson. He smiled. Snape actually smiled, I am so weirded out!"
"Yeah," said Harry, shaking his head, "this is so wrong."
"Hey hup." Murmured Hermione, spying an angry figure coming towards them, "looks like her bat Boogey Hex has backfired,"
Ginny looked like a thundercloud. Her fists were clenched and her face was almost as red as her hair.
"I hate you all!" she yelled in her brothers face.
"wha?" Ron stuttered, taking a step back and bumping into Harry.
"I hate you all for being so lucky!! They just-posted-the-teachers-for-next- year." Ginny told them through gritted teeth, and you'll never guess who they got to be DADA TEACHER!!" the last two words echoed down the hall, and Hermione made a shushing noise.
Harry though, had began to laugh, "let me guess..." he chuckled, "Severus Snape ids the DADA teacher for next year."
"What!" yelped Ron, and then turned to his sister sympathetically, "well, I'm sorry for you Ginny, but..." he sniggered, "we wondered why Snape smiled."
Ginny was still fuming. "It's alright for you to laugh!" she retorted, fists on hips, "you don't have to put up with him next year!" she added in a wail, making a couple of passing third years wince.
"You'll survive Ginny," said Hermione in a placating tone, "he might cheer up once he has the job he always dreamed of and stop taking it out on the students. He certainly seemed to improve today."
Ginny didn't look convinced but they marched her to the Great Hall for dinner and she cheered up.
Three days later it was Term Break (an; Christmas? Halloween? Easter? WHAT? I need one that's at the end of the school year or close to it) Harry, Ron and Hermione would spend it at Grimauld place, but only after three days of staying at school because "the order was really busy." Harry privately thought it was a bit much to make them stay at School, but he was with his friends so it didn't matter. They spent the first day simply relaxing, and then Hermione began to freak about her upcoming NEWTS. They were in the library the next day when Hedwig found them, carrying the daily Prophet.
"MINISTER FOR MAGIC'S DISAPPEARANCE!" screamed across the page.
There was a picture of fudge on the front page, waving.
"This is not good." Murmured Hermione.
"Duh." Muttered Ron, reading over her shoulder.
"The minister of magic, Cornelius fudge was taken from his home in ????? yesterday evening by Death Eaters. The Dark mark was left in the air."
Said Hermione, reading bits and pieces.
Harry wasn't really paying attention. He was patting Hedwig and staring into the distance. Things were flashing into his brain, pictures, echo's, things he had heard, seen, done. He sat there in the library watching Sirius fall. He slowly lost all colour as the vision progressed. He saw himself, pointing his wand at a figure in a black cloak, his face contorted with anger. The figure pointed its own wand at him and he saw himself go flying. He hit a rock and lay still. The figure laughed....
"Harry? Are you alright?"
Harry blinked. The vision disappeared and he stared numbly at his two friends.
"Yeah," he muttered, "fine, just..." he frowned, "perhaps we should get on with our study."
The next day an escort arrived consisting of Lupin, Mr Weasley, Percy Weasley (who was now an informer for the Order like Kingsley and Tonks). They flew to London, and Harry wasn't the only one who was sore from the broom, though he wasn't as sore as he had been last time he had to do it.
The first few days the three friends joined Fred and George in trying to listen in to the Order business. But they gave up, Lupin always managed to make sure that the meetings were in the most annoying time slots, like three in the morning, and even Fred didn't like the idea of getting out of bed that early.
Harry got bored one day and wandered out the back door into the tiny overgrown garden. He though for a bit and then said to him self, "it's my house, I'll clean it up."
So he did. He rolled up his sleeves and dug into the overgrown bushes. Unlike everything else in the Black residence the garden was harmless, just overgrown.
It was about three o'clock one afternoon when Lupin came out the back door and sat on the step and watched Harry work. This annoyed Harry immensely, but as the Werewolf obviously had something on his mind he waited.
"Where did those scars on your arm come from Harry?" asked Lupin suddenly.
Harry paused in his raking and looked at his friend,
"They're from when I went out a window at the Dursley's last year when the house was attacked."
Lupin nodded, "I should have guessed." He paused and steepled his fingers.
Harry watched him thoughtfully and then put down his rake.
"What's wrong? Somethings on your mind."
"You told dumbldore that you would like to go on a mission. He said maybe."
"Yeah, so?"
"Well, now's your chance."
"What?!"
"The order will be sending some members into the Death Eaters Hole. Dumbledore suggested you should go."
"Really?"
"Really." Lupin didn't sound happy.
"What's so bad about that? I've been going spare at school not being able to do anything." Asked Harry, confused.
"Harry, I think you're too important to be sending on these missions. Think about it."
Harry thought. "I'll go spare not doing anything. And you don't want an insane hero right?"
Lupin smiled. "but still, wait till Mrs Weasley finds out." He pointed out. Harry pulled a face that made Lupin chuckle.
Harry had a thought. "will Ron and Hermione be coming?"
"No."
"Who else will be?"
"Me. Tonks. Kingsley."
"When do we leave?"
"Tomorrow at three am."
"Am! Crap."
"My sentiments."
Harry chuckled.
But as he went back to his work he couldn't help but wonder if Lupin was right. He surely shouldn't be doing this sort of thing. He glanced at the house and remembered Sirius. Sirius had hated not doing anything, and he had become bitter about it. A wave of pain guilt and anger engulfed Harry. He had thought he was over Sirius but apparently not. The anger was by far the most powerful emotion he had ever felt. He breathed deeply. Voldemort would pay. So would Lestrange. And all the Death Eaters. For everything. What they had done to Hermione, the Weasley's, the Longbottom's, him. But not yet. 'Keep a grip, Harry' he told himself, 'sit on it a while longer, you can't explode now.'
An; well there you go. Sorry about not updating but I've been camping. And the necessities of camping does not include a computer with net access unfortunately. Thanx for your reviews and keep em coming. NEXT CHAPTER, the action that you've been waiting for. ^_^
By the way, I read a really good Harry one hit fanfic called "Explode" (any similarities to the last line of my chappie there by any chance hehe) look it up. I like it very much. It's from Madame Pomfrey's point of view.
C ya next chappie!
Chapter 14...........YAY.
The Three friends were all rather exhausted by their weekend, so the fact that they had Potions first on Monday. So it was with Heavy Hearts that they tramped down the stair to the dark and dismal dungeon. As usual, Malfoy and his er, underlings were their, leaning against the wall and trying to look cool.
"Well, if it isn't the trio of tryhards!" exclaimed Malfoy in mock surprise.
Harry looked around with a very fake innocent look on his face.
"What's wrong Harry?" asked Ron, barely hiding a chuckle.
"I could have sworn I just heard a ferret squeak...." he glanced at Malfoy out of the corner of his eye and saw the blond teen go red.
"I thought I heard something too," said Hermione in a puzzled voice, "must have been a windbag, oops! I meant the wind."
Malfoy went purple. He clenched his fists and started to say something, "you little..."
"Good morning students. I see we are all up and ready for a lesson."
Snape was in a good humor, and both groups of students, Gryffindor and Slytherin alike, stared at him in a sort of fascinated horror until he ushered them into the dungeon.
"What's with him?" asked Ron, watching the Slytherin Head of house as if he'd just sung an ode to Gryffindor.
"Who knows?" asked Harry duly, not looking forward to the lesson.
The lesson was different. Snape didn't snarl, didn't bite, explained things to Goyle patiently, and even helped Ron when he got into difficulty making a shrinking potion.
By the end of the lesson all of the class was flabbergasted. Snape actually smiled as they left the room.
"Right," said Ron as they hurried away from the dungeon, "that was the weirdest ever lesson. He smiled. Snape actually smiled, I am so weirded out!"
"Yeah," said Harry, shaking his head, "this is so wrong."
"Hey hup." Murmured Hermione, spying an angry figure coming towards them, "looks like her bat Boogey Hex has backfired,"
Ginny looked like a thundercloud. Her fists were clenched and her face was almost as red as her hair.
"I hate you all!" she yelled in her brothers face.
"wha?" Ron stuttered, taking a step back and bumping into Harry.
"I hate you all for being so lucky!! They just-posted-the-teachers-for-next- year." Ginny told them through gritted teeth, and you'll never guess who they got to be DADA TEACHER!!" the last two words echoed down the hall, and Hermione made a shushing noise.
Harry though, had began to laugh, "let me guess..." he chuckled, "Severus Snape ids the DADA teacher for next year."
"What!" yelped Ron, and then turned to his sister sympathetically, "well, I'm sorry for you Ginny, but..." he sniggered, "we wondered why Snape smiled."
Ginny was still fuming. "It's alright for you to laugh!" she retorted, fists on hips, "you don't have to put up with him next year!" she added in a wail, making a couple of passing third years wince.
"You'll survive Ginny," said Hermione in a placating tone, "he might cheer up once he has the job he always dreamed of and stop taking it out on the students. He certainly seemed to improve today."
Ginny didn't look convinced but they marched her to the Great Hall for dinner and she cheered up.
Three days later it was Term Break (an; Christmas? Halloween? Easter? WHAT? I need one that's at the end of the school year or close to it) Harry, Ron and Hermione would spend it at Grimauld place, but only after three days of staying at school because "the order was really busy." Harry privately thought it was a bit much to make them stay at School, but he was with his friends so it didn't matter. They spent the first day simply relaxing, and then Hermione began to freak about her upcoming NEWTS. They were in the library the next day when Hedwig found them, carrying the daily Prophet.
"MINISTER FOR MAGIC'S DISAPPEARANCE!" screamed across the page.
There was a picture of fudge on the front page, waving.
"This is not good." Murmured Hermione.
"Duh." Muttered Ron, reading over her shoulder.
"The minister of magic, Cornelius fudge was taken from his home in ????? yesterday evening by Death Eaters. The Dark mark was left in the air."
Said Hermione, reading bits and pieces.
Harry wasn't really paying attention. He was patting Hedwig and staring into the distance. Things were flashing into his brain, pictures, echo's, things he had heard, seen, done. He sat there in the library watching Sirius fall. He slowly lost all colour as the vision progressed. He saw himself, pointing his wand at a figure in a black cloak, his face contorted with anger. The figure pointed its own wand at him and he saw himself go flying. He hit a rock and lay still. The figure laughed....
"Harry? Are you alright?"
Harry blinked. The vision disappeared and he stared numbly at his two friends.
"Yeah," he muttered, "fine, just..." he frowned, "perhaps we should get on with our study."
The next day an escort arrived consisting of Lupin, Mr Weasley, Percy Weasley (who was now an informer for the Order like Kingsley and Tonks). They flew to London, and Harry wasn't the only one who was sore from the broom, though he wasn't as sore as he had been last time he had to do it.
The first few days the three friends joined Fred and George in trying to listen in to the Order business. But they gave up, Lupin always managed to make sure that the meetings were in the most annoying time slots, like three in the morning, and even Fred didn't like the idea of getting out of bed that early.
Harry got bored one day and wandered out the back door into the tiny overgrown garden. He though for a bit and then said to him self, "it's my house, I'll clean it up."
So he did. He rolled up his sleeves and dug into the overgrown bushes. Unlike everything else in the Black residence the garden was harmless, just overgrown.
It was about three o'clock one afternoon when Lupin came out the back door and sat on the step and watched Harry work. This annoyed Harry immensely, but as the Werewolf obviously had something on his mind he waited.
"Where did those scars on your arm come from Harry?" asked Lupin suddenly.
Harry paused in his raking and looked at his friend,
"They're from when I went out a window at the Dursley's last year when the house was attacked."
Lupin nodded, "I should have guessed." He paused and steepled his fingers.
Harry watched him thoughtfully and then put down his rake.
"What's wrong? Somethings on your mind."
"You told dumbldore that you would like to go on a mission. He said maybe."
"Yeah, so?"
"Well, now's your chance."
"What?!"
"The order will be sending some members into the Death Eaters Hole. Dumbledore suggested you should go."
"Really?"
"Really." Lupin didn't sound happy.
"What's so bad about that? I've been going spare at school not being able to do anything." Asked Harry, confused.
"Harry, I think you're too important to be sending on these missions. Think about it."
Harry thought. "I'll go spare not doing anything. And you don't want an insane hero right?"
Lupin smiled. "but still, wait till Mrs Weasley finds out." He pointed out. Harry pulled a face that made Lupin chuckle.
Harry had a thought. "will Ron and Hermione be coming?"
"No."
"Who else will be?"
"Me. Tonks. Kingsley."
"When do we leave?"
"Tomorrow at three am."
"Am! Crap."
"My sentiments."
Harry chuckled.
But as he went back to his work he couldn't help but wonder if Lupin was right. He surely shouldn't be doing this sort of thing. He glanced at the house and remembered Sirius. Sirius had hated not doing anything, and he had become bitter about it. A wave of pain guilt and anger engulfed Harry. He had thought he was over Sirius but apparently not. The anger was by far the most powerful emotion he had ever felt. He breathed deeply. Voldemort would pay. So would Lestrange. And all the Death Eaters. For everything. What they had done to Hermione, the Weasley's, the Longbottom's, him. But not yet. 'Keep a grip, Harry' he told himself, 'sit on it a while longer, you can't explode now.'
An; well there you go. Sorry about not updating but I've been camping. And the necessities of camping does not include a computer with net access unfortunately. Thanx for your reviews and keep em coming. NEXT CHAPTER, the action that you've been waiting for. ^_^
By the way, I read a really good Harry one hit fanfic called "Explode" (any similarities to the last line of my chappie there by any chance hehe) look it up. I like it very much. It's from Madame Pomfrey's point of view.
C ya next chappie!