Okay, so here's the twelfth chapter. A big thank you to all those who have
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and Co, J.K. Rowling does. Melinda Atwood and Aidan Gallagher are however are mine : - )
THE CHEATING SNAKES
Harry sat down by the lake, thinking dark thoughts and wishing he could leave Hogwarts. He was tired of it all, people always assuming the worst about him. The only one who had believed his story about Malfoy throwing something at him was Ron. Everyone else looked at him as if he was a liar. No one had seen Malfoy throw whatever it was he'd thrown at Harry. That much was clear.
"Harry, could you stop sulking for a moment?"
It was Hermione's voice he'd heard, he didn't bother to look at he. She sat down beside him and stared at him until he looked at her. Ron sat down on his other side, looking out over the lake.
"I think I know what Malfoy threw at you."
"Oh, so now there are two people that actually believe me" he muttered.
"Well, of course I believe you, and there are in fact more of us!" Hermione said. "Harry, you're so... Pig headed! I think Malfoy threw none-seeing powder at you. I read about it, it's not very hard to find, you can buy it practically anywhere and it clogges up the eyes temporarily, and it's practically invisible..."
"Well, there's no proof, is there!" Harry said angrily and got up. "He's gonna get away with it!"
"Well... We could try talking to Dumbledore" Ron said and looked up at Harry.
"No, let's just... drop it... Dumbledore has more important things to deal with..."
"Well, I think we should go to professor McGonagall, I mean we can't just let him get away with it..."
Harry walked towards the lake.
"Harry, let's just go and tell her, she'll believe us" Hermione said.
Harry shrugged. He was more upset about Snape's commentary. Though Snape had been given him a hard time ever since he first met him, just the fact that he thought Harry enjoyed being famous. It just really upset him. Because being the boy who lived had only caused him pain and suffering. It had never been something positive. He was famous because his parents were murdered by Voldemort. How could one possibly enjoy being famous for that?
"Fine" Harry just said and went with them.
They walked straight towards professor McGonagall's classroom, there were no students in there at the moment so they went inside and walked towards her desk. She looked up.
"Professor McGonagall, we have something important to tell you, about the quidditch match against Slytherin... "Hermione started.
"Yes?" she said and looked at them.
"Well... Draco Malfoy threw something at Harry, I believe it was none-seeing powder..."
Professor McGonagall looked at Harry.
"Mr Malfoy threw something at you, Potter?"
"Yes. I could barely see the last minutes of the game..."
"I don't know if you saw it, but I had to help him down, he really couldn't see, professor..."
She looked at them, then she sighed.
"I believe you" professor McGonagall said and sighed. "And I will notify professor Snape and if they can find something on Malfoy, the team will face the consequences. It's Potter's word against Malfoy's, I'm afraid, since there were no other witnesses."
She looked angry though, Harry thought. Professor McGonagall was just as keen on the Gryffindor team winning as they were.
"But..."Hermione started
"Believe me, I will deal with this." Professor McGonagall interrupted.
Harry turned around and left her classroom. He knew it, there was no proof, and he also knew that professor McGonagall couldn't do anything about it, and professor Snape would not do anything. Hermione and Ron caught up with him.
"I can't believe it" Ron said angrily. "There was nothing she could do?"
"She's just as angry about this as we are. And she's right, there were no witnesses, no proof..." Harry said as they walked towards the Gryffindor common room.
"I suppose..." Hermione began but was interrupted by Ron.
"What? Everyone saw that you had trouble seeing! You stopped in midair; loads of people must have seen that!"
"But there's no proof that Malfoy had anything to do with that" Harry said bitterly. "I'll see you later."
"Harry..." Hermione said.
"Look, I just need to be alone for a while, alright? I'll see you later..."
He walked away, tried to find a place where he could be alone. The library was full of students, and they all looked at him as he walked in. He immediately left and started to think about where he could go for some alone time. Suddenly, he remembered the Room of Requirement, and that was perfect. He walked up to the seventh floor to the wall opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. As he walked past the wall a few times, he thought: "somewhere I can't be found, a room where I can relax and be alone."
Moments later, a door appeared. He opened it and stepped inside. It was only equipped with an armchair that stood in front of a fireplace. He sat down in the armchair and stared into the flames. The anger filled him once more, and he heard what Snape had said over and over again. Why did he even bother to care what Snape thought? He was really a git, bigger than Percy. Harry got up and walked around a little.
Suddenly, he felt something burning against his chest inside his robe. He reached inside and found the orb that Melinda had given him. It was very warm, but it was not too warm to touch.
"Harry? Can we talk?"
It was Melinda's voice coming from the orb.
"Sure..."
Suddenly, the orb started to glow like mad and flying out of it was a raven, that landed and suddenly Melinda stood in its place.
"Hey, you look angry..." she said.
"It's... nothing."
She raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing, huh, you're really not good at hiding your anger."
He was still quiet.
"Oh, come on, tell me." Melinda said.
Harry looked at her. She conjured up another armchair and sat down and looked at him, smiling faintly. Waiting for him to tell her.
"Fine." He said and began to tell her about the game and about what Professor Snape had said.
She looked at him for a while, her smile was gone.
"He actually said that?" she said silently.
"Yeah, well, it's not exactly the first time, he says stuff like that all the time. As if he knew me" Harry said bitterly as he threw himself down in the other armchair.
"He's really angry, isn't he" she said as she stared into the flames. "Well, don't let him get to you, okay? You are right; he doesn't know you, though he thinks he does. I just can't believe it, I mean that was such a long time ago... "
Harry just stared into the flames, he actually felt a little better. A moment later he looked at her.
"By the way, why are you here?" he asked
"Oh, right, I almost forgot. Molly asked me to tell you, Ron and Hermione that we're celebrating Christmas at my house. That is, Ron is going and I should ask you and Hermione, but we sort of figured you would come since Ron's coming..."
Harry grinned.
"I can't speak for Hermione, but I'll definitively come."
She smiled.
"Good, I should tell Molly then"
"Er, how is she?" Harry asked.
"She's... As good as ever, though I think she's more concerned about you three."
She paused and looked around the room.
"How did you find this room?" she asked.
"This is the Room of Requirement" Harry said. "It can become whatever room you need..."
"Oh, I see... Hogwarts has never seized to amaze me. Full of secrets and rooms only few will ever see... It's almost as if it's alive..."
She sighed.
"Well, I have to go, I've got a lot to do I'm afraid... Hold out the orb, will you Harry? I'll see you later."
Melinda turned into a single black raven and flew into the orb. It stopped glowing, only shadows were stirring in it now. He was glad she'd stopped by, her flying in and out of the orb was astonishing. He didn't know why, but talking to Melinda Atwood always seemed to help. He sighed, he actually felt less angry and depressed now. So he decided to go back to the Gryffindor common room. Suddenly, he remembered everything he should have asked her. What that meeting with professor Gallagher had been about, and if she knew anything more about the incident at Hogsmeade yet. But he could ask her all that when he saw her at Christmas, he thought as he entered the common room.
End of chapter 12.
Well, I'm writing like mad right now, though I get stuck sometimes... I'll update as soon as possible.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and Co, J.K. Rowling does. Melinda Atwood and Aidan Gallagher are however are mine : - )
THE CHEATING SNAKES
Harry sat down by the lake, thinking dark thoughts and wishing he could leave Hogwarts. He was tired of it all, people always assuming the worst about him. The only one who had believed his story about Malfoy throwing something at him was Ron. Everyone else looked at him as if he was a liar. No one had seen Malfoy throw whatever it was he'd thrown at Harry. That much was clear.
"Harry, could you stop sulking for a moment?"
It was Hermione's voice he'd heard, he didn't bother to look at he. She sat down beside him and stared at him until he looked at her. Ron sat down on his other side, looking out over the lake.
"I think I know what Malfoy threw at you."
"Oh, so now there are two people that actually believe me" he muttered.
"Well, of course I believe you, and there are in fact more of us!" Hermione said. "Harry, you're so... Pig headed! I think Malfoy threw none-seeing powder at you. I read about it, it's not very hard to find, you can buy it practically anywhere and it clogges up the eyes temporarily, and it's practically invisible..."
"Well, there's no proof, is there!" Harry said angrily and got up. "He's gonna get away with it!"
"Well... We could try talking to Dumbledore" Ron said and looked up at Harry.
"No, let's just... drop it... Dumbledore has more important things to deal with..."
"Well, I think we should go to professor McGonagall, I mean we can't just let him get away with it..."
Harry walked towards the lake.
"Harry, let's just go and tell her, she'll believe us" Hermione said.
Harry shrugged. He was more upset about Snape's commentary. Though Snape had been given him a hard time ever since he first met him, just the fact that he thought Harry enjoyed being famous. It just really upset him. Because being the boy who lived had only caused him pain and suffering. It had never been something positive. He was famous because his parents were murdered by Voldemort. How could one possibly enjoy being famous for that?
"Fine" Harry just said and went with them.
They walked straight towards professor McGonagall's classroom, there were no students in there at the moment so they went inside and walked towards her desk. She looked up.
"Professor McGonagall, we have something important to tell you, about the quidditch match against Slytherin... "Hermione started.
"Yes?" she said and looked at them.
"Well... Draco Malfoy threw something at Harry, I believe it was none-seeing powder..."
Professor McGonagall looked at Harry.
"Mr Malfoy threw something at you, Potter?"
"Yes. I could barely see the last minutes of the game..."
"I don't know if you saw it, but I had to help him down, he really couldn't see, professor..."
She looked at them, then she sighed.
"I believe you" professor McGonagall said and sighed. "And I will notify professor Snape and if they can find something on Malfoy, the team will face the consequences. It's Potter's word against Malfoy's, I'm afraid, since there were no other witnesses."
She looked angry though, Harry thought. Professor McGonagall was just as keen on the Gryffindor team winning as they were.
"But..."Hermione started
"Believe me, I will deal with this." Professor McGonagall interrupted.
Harry turned around and left her classroom. He knew it, there was no proof, and he also knew that professor McGonagall couldn't do anything about it, and professor Snape would not do anything. Hermione and Ron caught up with him.
"I can't believe it" Ron said angrily. "There was nothing she could do?"
"She's just as angry about this as we are. And she's right, there were no witnesses, no proof..." Harry said as they walked towards the Gryffindor common room.
"I suppose..." Hermione began but was interrupted by Ron.
"What? Everyone saw that you had trouble seeing! You stopped in midair; loads of people must have seen that!"
"But there's no proof that Malfoy had anything to do with that" Harry said bitterly. "I'll see you later."
"Harry..." Hermione said.
"Look, I just need to be alone for a while, alright? I'll see you later..."
He walked away, tried to find a place where he could be alone. The library was full of students, and they all looked at him as he walked in. He immediately left and started to think about where he could go for some alone time. Suddenly, he remembered the Room of Requirement, and that was perfect. He walked up to the seventh floor to the wall opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. As he walked past the wall a few times, he thought: "somewhere I can't be found, a room where I can relax and be alone."
Moments later, a door appeared. He opened it and stepped inside. It was only equipped with an armchair that stood in front of a fireplace. He sat down in the armchair and stared into the flames. The anger filled him once more, and he heard what Snape had said over and over again. Why did he even bother to care what Snape thought? He was really a git, bigger than Percy. Harry got up and walked around a little.
Suddenly, he felt something burning against his chest inside his robe. He reached inside and found the orb that Melinda had given him. It was very warm, but it was not too warm to touch.
"Harry? Can we talk?"
It was Melinda's voice coming from the orb.
"Sure..."
Suddenly, the orb started to glow like mad and flying out of it was a raven, that landed and suddenly Melinda stood in its place.
"Hey, you look angry..." she said.
"It's... nothing."
She raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing, huh, you're really not good at hiding your anger."
He was still quiet.
"Oh, come on, tell me." Melinda said.
Harry looked at her. She conjured up another armchair and sat down and looked at him, smiling faintly. Waiting for him to tell her.
"Fine." He said and began to tell her about the game and about what Professor Snape had said.
She looked at him for a while, her smile was gone.
"He actually said that?" she said silently.
"Yeah, well, it's not exactly the first time, he says stuff like that all the time. As if he knew me" Harry said bitterly as he threw himself down in the other armchair.
"He's really angry, isn't he" she said as she stared into the flames. "Well, don't let him get to you, okay? You are right; he doesn't know you, though he thinks he does. I just can't believe it, I mean that was such a long time ago... "
Harry just stared into the flames, he actually felt a little better. A moment later he looked at her.
"By the way, why are you here?" he asked
"Oh, right, I almost forgot. Molly asked me to tell you, Ron and Hermione that we're celebrating Christmas at my house. That is, Ron is going and I should ask you and Hermione, but we sort of figured you would come since Ron's coming..."
Harry grinned.
"I can't speak for Hermione, but I'll definitively come."
She smiled.
"Good, I should tell Molly then"
"Er, how is she?" Harry asked.
"She's... As good as ever, though I think she's more concerned about you three."
She paused and looked around the room.
"How did you find this room?" she asked.
"This is the Room of Requirement" Harry said. "It can become whatever room you need..."
"Oh, I see... Hogwarts has never seized to amaze me. Full of secrets and rooms only few will ever see... It's almost as if it's alive..."
She sighed.
"Well, I have to go, I've got a lot to do I'm afraid... Hold out the orb, will you Harry? I'll see you later."
Melinda turned into a single black raven and flew into the orb. It stopped glowing, only shadows were stirring in it now. He was glad she'd stopped by, her flying in and out of the orb was astonishing. He didn't know why, but talking to Melinda Atwood always seemed to help. He sighed, he actually felt less angry and depressed now. So he decided to go back to the Gryffindor common room. Suddenly, he remembered everything he should have asked her. What that meeting with professor Gallagher had been about, and if she knew anything more about the incident at Hogsmeade yet. But he could ask her all that when he saw her at Christmas, he thought as he entered the common room.
End of chapter 12.
Well, I'm writing like mad right now, though I get stuck sometimes... I'll update as soon as possible.