A/N: Okay it seems I didn't keep my word, and that's very un-me-ish of
me... I believe anyone in his/her right mind will know the reason. Look I'm
not dead, so it must be that my computer has somehow broken down. Look I'm
writing this in text form now cuz I've just reinstalled Windows XP and
there is no Office. And I HATE text form.
This chapter doesn't have much connection with the last 3, so it's okay if you forgot what has been going on there. Hope you like my style. I like jumping time zones lol.
Thanx to Rhianna who's always been threatening me to keep up writing, so the first thing I did after my computer began working again was to type in everything I wrote on paper during my Computer-break. Thank you, mate.
And thanx to all that has reviewed. Luv ya!
Chapter 4
Omen
Footsteps echo the Great Hall. It was midnight, yet the disturbing tune sounded still stronger, confident that this night, this very night, neither Filch nor this most hated devil Norris would not look for any trouble here.
#CHANGE SCENE CHANGE#
"Attention please!" called Professor McGonagall. The buzzing in front of her gradually died down. Several faces appeared from the cloud of black cloaks, looking confused and extremely annoyed. Harry, however, raised his head, alarmed. This was the first time ever that dinner was interrupted while nothing particular had happened. Harry began imagine a roll of names killed by Voldemort all pouring out from Dumbledore's goblet. And in honour of the dead killed by the Dark Lord up till now, the dinner might well be cancelled and then Harry might be forced to give a speech on how he rescued the body of Cedric and then they should sit in silence looking at the seductive dished in front of them for one solid hour before Dumbledore announce that from now on, they should do it every evening. Harry might be a great thinker in the near future, as most of the people including the Great Author (that's me) had predicted. However, it definitely wasn't so with his sidekick. Ronald Weasley simply looked up furiously over his piles of chickens.
"Wazehe----------- (Hermione noticed bits of chicken flying out of Ron's half-open mouth and frowned)-----------ll du'e wannazay?!"
When the Great Hall was finally silent, which took quite a while, Professor Dumbledore stood up, looking extremely grave.
"I regret to say that Mr. Filch, our beloved caretaker (only Bloody Baron refused to snort in case it might damage his glorious image) is very ill. Incurable in short term, I'm sorry to say..."
The Great Hall was silently exploding. Sharp intakes and whispers of "What the HELL YAY!"s spread to every corner of the Hall like a plague. To add even more spice for this celebrated event, Dumbledore continued, "And strangely enough, so is his lovable cat, Mrs. Norris."
Harry was too busy accio-ing Kleenex since Ron's chicken-filled mouth was opening dangerously large now, that he didn't have time for anything else. But Hermione had. Dumbledore's beard was dead still!
Director: Call St. Mungo's! Quick! I've always thought that girl's shot in the head!
The Great Author: Shut up! I'm not finished with the work yet!
Narrator: Since the Great Author, me, was and still is definitely more powerful than the Director, Hermione Granger managed to stay in the story and not carried to St. Mungo's.
Okay what Hermione Granger, the most intelligent human in the Gryffindor House noticed was that Dumbledore's beard wasn't twitching as it usually did. And his face was still grave. One should always took notice of this if the person that didn't react towards this most celebrated event was none other than Professor Dumbledore. After all, Hermione had a very good reason to worry.
"AND." Professor Dumbledore held out his hand and called in a demanding tone over the excited crowd. "And I have very good reasons to believe that here in front of me is not a bunch of Azkaban prisoners at large."
Hardly had poor Neville got the point of the joke when Dumbledore continued, "All Prefects will be meeting right after the meal, in the Prefects' Common Room. Go on with your feast!"
#CHANGE SCENE CHANGE#
Like a drum in a graveyard, the footsteps were coming closer... ... ... just around the corner... ... ... and ever ever louder... ... ...
Her chocolate eyes fixed at the next turn of the corridor, Hermione Granger silently reached for her wand.
#CHANGE SCENE CHANGE#
Everyone was seated in the silent Common Room, waiting for Professor Dumbledore to come. Hermione noticed something pleasant in the room. Indeed, she always found the Prefects' Common Room a paradise for studying since it didn't have the usual shouting crowds in the House Common Room or any whispering girls behind a library shelf, but there was something more that made this Room particularly enjoyable.
A certain God D Pansy Parkinson wasn't there! Instead, a pretty girl with dark brown hair was chatting excitedly with her Housemate, that cursed Draco Malfoy.
Must've got himself a new b, Hermione snorted as the first reaction towards any human being who would enjoy a Malfoy's company. But she still couldn't stop admiring the way her hair rest on her shoulders so smoothly and elegantly.
"You freak, Kay!" she heard Draco laughing.
"I'm NOT Kay!" the girl protested.
Hermione sighed heavily. Not that she really cares, but it's long since Ron said something equally playful, or maybe sweet? Hermione mentally slapped herself.
You DON'T care, do you? She scolded herself.
It was Dumbledore who rescued Hermione from her miserable swamp.
"Attention please." He called before magiking an armchair in the front of the Common Room.
"As you know our caretaker Mr. Filch will be absent for quite a while." Several heads nodded.
"Well look this is all planned for ---" Dumbledore smiled bus was cut off by the Hufflepuff Prefect, "So this is all planned for?! What do you mean?" Dumbledore held out a hand and gestured that the Hufflepuff boy calm down a bit. "I'm not finished yet, Mr. Jarvin." The boy blushed.
"As I was saying," Dumbledore continued, smiling more broadly now, "This is all planned for you at the beginning of the term if you still remember the meeting in the Prefect Compartment on Hogwarts Express?"
Hermione noticed Draco raising an eyebrow. Dumbledore cut in. "You are to be paired and are on patrol in the following weeks."
A parchment popped up right beside the headmaster.
Patrol: 23:00 3:00
Sun NONE
Mon. Léandre (S) Weasley (G)
Tue. Patil (R) Jarvin (H)
Wed. Head Girl Head Boy
Thu. Malfoy (S) Granger (G)
Fri. Goldstein (R) Abbott (H)
Sat. Malfoy (S) Granger (G)
MORE DETAILS GIVEN ON PREFECTS' COMMON ROOM NOTICE BOARD.
"What? I'm on duty twice in a week????" Draco protested, ignoring the fact that there would be one more human suffering from the arrangement. True enough, a certain Hermione Granger glared at his backbone with narrowed eyes.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore nodded, and with some emphasis, "WITH Miss Hermione Granger, if you noticed."
Draco bit his lips as if offended.
"And since it happened to be Thursday today, I advise you read the instructions about your patrol carefully. If you don't have any further questions, all details will be given on the Common Room notice board. Prefects' Common Room." Professor Dumbledore finished and was leaving when---
"Oh and Miss Granger, I'd like a word with you."
#CHANGE SCENE CHANGE#
"This is it." Hermione felt every part of her body tensed as she made sure she had a firm grip on her wand. Suddenly out from the corner rushed a figure cloaked all in black. The person turned and spotted the girl pointing her wand at him. Their eyes met...
"Expelliarmus!"
#CHANGE SCENE CHANGE#
Dumbledore began as the Common Room was finally deserted. "Hermione, I'm pairing you with Mr. Malfoy for ---"
"For the inter-House friendship." Hermione finished for him desperately.
"No!" Dumbledore shook his head heavily. Hermione stared.... No?
"You'd better watch him." Dumbledore tucked into a pile of peanut buttered sandwiches. "I always love peanut butter..."
"Wha? Watch him?" Hermione began to realize the fact, but she asked anyway. "By the way, Professor Dumbledore, I think strawberry jam's better."
The Great Author looked up, astonished. "What? Strawberry? Are you mad?"
"Well I thought you must've guessed that." Pushing the Great Author out of the scene, Dumbledore explained through his mouth full of peanut butter. "Obviously 'tsn't natural fer Filch ter ged'ill, an' definately not hiz cat."
"You are saying---"
"Caused by Dark Arts, obviously. As far as I know, young Mr. Malfoy might soon become the most powerful Death Eater of Voldemort. And Voldemort is expecting that all the time, the reason of which I'll explain to you later." He added hastily. Hermione remained silent. So he continued.
"I fear that Mr. Malfoy has no choice but to do what he must in this period, if you know what I mean. You may wonder why I didn't watch him myself. Yes, yes I tried. I have power that can track down everyone in Hogwarts, that's why I trust Professor Snape, by the way. Everyone, except Mr. Malfoy. There must be a very powerful Dark Arts spell around him. Watch him, Hermione." Dumbledore suddenly looked like a tired old man. The image remained for a second before replaced by an energetic old freak again. Hermione grinned.
"Also," Dumbledore suddenly added. "There might be something else for you to watch, my dear Order Inspector."
#CHANGE SCENE CHANGE#
"Expelliarmus!"
Two wands flew into the air and finally landed with a 'clap'.
#CHANGE SCENE CHANGE#
Hermione looked up curiously at the old wizard.
"Watch the Restricted Section, Hermione. Here's the key."
Director: Cut!
"I always thought you like blueberry, Hermione!" The Great Author argued behind the camera.
END Chapter 4
A/N: Unless the computer break down again, I won't be late for the next update. :)
This chapter doesn't have much connection with the last 3, so it's okay if you forgot what has been going on there. Hope you like my style. I like jumping time zones lol.
Thanx to Rhianna who's always been threatening me to keep up writing, so the first thing I did after my computer began working again was to type in everything I wrote on paper during my Computer-break. Thank you, mate.
And thanx to all that has reviewed. Luv ya!
Chapter 4
Omen
Footsteps echo the Great Hall. It was midnight, yet the disturbing tune sounded still stronger, confident that this night, this very night, neither Filch nor this most hated devil Norris would not look for any trouble here.
#CHANGE SCENE CHANGE#
"Attention please!" called Professor McGonagall. The buzzing in front of her gradually died down. Several faces appeared from the cloud of black cloaks, looking confused and extremely annoyed. Harry, however, raised his head, alarmed. This was the first time ever that dinner was interrupted while nothing particular had happened. Harry began imagine a roll of names killed by Voldemort all pouring out from Dumbledore's goblet. And in honour of the dead killed by the Dark Lord up till now, the dinner might well be cancelled and then Harry might be forced to give a speech on how he rescued the body of Cedric and then they should sit in silence looking at the seductive dished in front of them for one solid hour before Dumbledore announce that from now on, they should do it every evening. Harry might be a great thinker in the near future, as most of the people including the Great Author (that's me) had predicted. However, it definitely wasn't so with his sidekick. Ronald Weasley simply looked up furiously over his piles of chickens.
"Wazehe----------- (Hermione noticed bits of chicken flying out of Ron's half-open mouth and frowned)-----------ll du'e wannazay?!"
When the Great Hall was finally silent, which took quite a while, Professor Dumbledore stood up, looking extremely grave.
"I regret to say that Mr. Filch, our beloved caretaker (only Bloody Baron refused to snort in case it might damage his glorious image) is very ill. Incurable in short term, I'm sorry to say..."
The Great Hall was silently exploding. Sharp intakes and whispers of "What the HELL YAY!"s spread to every corner of the Hall like a plague. To add even more spice for this celebrated event, Dumbledore continued, "And strangely enough, so is his lovable cat, Mrs. Norris."
Harry was too busy accio-ing Kleenex since Ron's chicken-filled mouth was opening dangerously large now, that he didn't have time for anything else. But Hermione had. Dumbledore's beard was dead still!
Director: Call St. Mungo's! Quick! I've always thought that girl's shot in the head!
The Great Author: Shut up! I'm not finished with the work yet!
Narrator: Since the Great Author, me, was and still is definitely more powerful than the Director, Hermione Granger managed to stay in the story and not carried to St. Mungo's.
Okay what Hermione Granger, the most intelligent human in the Gryffindor House noticed was that Dumbledore's beard wasn't twitching as it usually did. And his face was still grave. One should always took notice of this if the person that didn't react towards this most celebrated event was none other than Professor Dumbledore. After all, Hermione had a very good reason to worry.
"AND." Professor Dumbledore held out his hand and called in a demanding tone over the excited crowd. "And I have very good reasons to believe that here in front of me is not a bunch of Azkaban prisoners at large."
Hardly had poor Neville got the point of the joke when Dumbledore continued, "All Prefects will be meeting right after the meal, in the Prefects' Common Room. Go on with your feast!"
#CHANGE SCENE CHANGE#
Like a drum in a graveyard, the footsteps were coming closer... ... ... just around the corner... ... ... and ever ever louder... ... ...
Her chocolate eyes fixed at the next turn of the corridor, Hermione Granger silently reached for her wand.
#CHANGE SCENE CHANGE#
Everyone was seated in the silent Common Room, waiting for Professor Dumbledore to come. Hermione noticed something pleasant in the room. Indeed, she always found the Prefects' Common Room a paradise for studying since it didn't have the usual shouting crowds in the House Common Room or any whispering girls behind a library shelf, but there was something more that made this Room particularly enjoyable.
A certain God D Pansy Parkinson wasn't there! Instead, a pretty girl with dark brown hair was chatting excitedly with her Housemate, that cursed Draco Malfoy.
Must've got himself a new b, Hermione snorted as the first reaction towards any human being who would enjoy a Malfoy's company. But she still couldn't stop admiring the way her hair rest on her shoulders so smoothly and elegantly.
"You freak, Kay!" she heard Draco laughing.
"I'm NOT Kay!" the girl protested.
Hermione sighed heavily. Not that she really cares, but it's long since Ron said something equally playful, or maybe sweet? Hermione mentally slapped herself.
You DON'T care, do you? She scolded herself.
It was Dumbledore who rescued Hermione from her miserable swamp.
"Attention please." He called before magiking an armchair in the front of the Common Room.
"As you know our caretaker Mr. Filch will be absent for quite a while." Several heads nodded.
"Well look this is all planned for ---" Dumbledore smiled bus was cut off by the Hufflepuff Prefect, "So this is all planned for?! What do you mean?" Dumbledore held out a hand and gestured that the Hufflepuff boy calm down a bit. "I'm not finished yet, Mr. Jarvin." The boy blushed.
"As I was saying," Dumbledore continued, smiling more broadly now, "This is all planned for you at the beginning of the term if you still remember the meeting in the Prefect Compartment on Hogwarts Express?"
Hermione noticed Draco raising an eyebrow. Dumbledore cut in. "You are to be paired and are on patrol in the following weeks."
A parchment popped up right beside the headmaster.
Patrol: 23:00 3:00
Sun NONE
Mon. Léandre (S) Weasley (G)
Tue. Patil (R) Jarvin (H)
Wed. Head Girl Head Boy
Thu. Malfoy (S) Granger (G)
Fri. Goldstein (R) Abbott (H)
Sat. Malfoy (S) Granger (G)
MORE DETAILS GIVEN ON PREFECTS' COMMON ROOM NOTICE BOARD.
"What? I'm on duty twice in a week????" Draco protested, ignoring the fact that there would be one more human suffering from the arrangement. True enough, a certain Hermione Granger glared at his backbone with narrowed eyes.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore nodded, and with some emphasis, "WITH Miss Hermione Granger, if you noticed."
Draco bit his lips as if offended.
"And since it happened to be Thursday today, I advise you read the instructions about your patrol carefully. If you don't have any further questions, all details will be given on the Common Room notice board. Prefects' Common Room." Professor Dumbledore finished and was leaving when---
"Oh and Miss Granger, I'd like a word with you."
#CHANGE SCENE CHANGE#
"This is it." Hermione felt every part of her body tensed as she made sure she had a firm grip on her wand. Suddenly out from the corner rushed a figure cloaked all in black. The person turned and spotted the girl pointing her wand at him. Their eyes met...
"Expelliarmus!"
#CHANGE SCENE CHANGE#
Dumbledore began as the Common Room was finally deserted. "Hermione, I'm pairing you with Mr. Malfoy for ---"
"For the inter-House friendship." Hermione finished for him desperately.
"No!" Dumbledore shook his head heavily. Hermione stared.... No?
"You'd better watch him." Dumbledore tucked into a pile of peanut buttered sandwiches. "I always love peanut butter..."
"Wha? Watch him?" Hermione began to realize the fact, but she asked anyway. "By the way, Professor Dumbledore, I think strawberry jam's better."
The Great Author looked up, astonished. "What? Strawberry? Are you mad?"
"Well I thought you must've guessed that." Pushing the Great Author out of the scene, Dumbledore explained through his mouth full of peanut butter. "Obviously 'tsn't natural fer Filch ter ged'ill, an' definately not hiz cat."
"You are saying---"
"Caused by Dark Arts, obviously. As far as I know, young Mr. Malfoy might soon become the most powerful Death Eater of Voldemort. And Voldemort is expecting that all the time, the reason of which I'll explain to you later." He added hastily. Hermione remained silent. So he continued.
"I fear that Mr. Malfoy has no choice but to do what he must in this period, if you know what I mean. You may wonder why I didn't watch him myself. Yes, yes I tried. I have power that can track down everyone in Hogwarts, that's why I trust Professor Snape, by the way. Everyone, except Mr. Malfoy. There must be a very powerful Dark Arts spell around him. Watch him, Hermione." Dumbledore suddenly looked like a tired old man. The image remained for a second before replaced by an energetic old freak again. Hermione grinned.
"Also," Dumbledore suddenly added. "There might be something else for you to watch, my dear Order Inspector."
#CHANGE SCENE CHANGE#
"Expelliarmus!"
Two wands flew into the air and finally landed with a 'clap'.
#CHANGE SCENE CHANGE#
Hermione looked up curiously at the old wizard.
"Watch the Restricted Section, Hermione. Here's the key."
Director: Cut!
"I always thought you like blueberry, Hermione!" The Great Author argued behind the camera.
END Chapter 4
A/N: Unless the computer break down again, I won't be late for the next update. :)