A/N: hi peoples!!! thanx for the reviews, u know i live for them. heres
chap 5, by the way, marpessa just might be writing chapter 6 OR 7 (note
that i said OR not and). shes a great writer and of coure im gonna give her
credit for the work since were doing this together. this is sort of random
but i have a new famous quote i made up" (I) fear not the night, only the
day. this has absolutely nothing to do with harry potter but i like it
anyways. also, im thinking of putting up a story i did in school one year.
its confusing but hey, i liked it. one last thing, my friend is a writer on
here so id appreciate it if someone reviewed her dracula work, her penname
is: zoeluver. thanx y'all!
D: i dont own harry potter. there, i said it, happy? (sry i,like marpessa, enjoy getting angry with words.).
It was All Neville's Fault! Chapter 5: If You did'nt get the Ingredients, Then Who Did?
Saturday morning, Harry Potter was up earlier than the other Gryffindors. He sat at the edge of his bed, buttoning his shirt. Three minutes later, Harry was in the common room. It was dusk outside. He looked around to make sure no one else was up. When he was sure that the coast was clear, he tiptoed to the study room and walked up to a picture of a witch holding a box full of wands. "Wattlebird," whispered Harry. The portait swung open, revealing a crawlspace just big enough for Harry to fit into. Harry quietly crawled through the tunnel until he found its end. He pushed the back of the portrait aside and crawled out onto the dead silence of the slytherin's common room.
Harry quietly pulled out the map Fred and George had given him a few years before. He saw that all the Slytherins were in their beds. He soundlessly moved across the room until he reached a suit of armor. He reached his hand into the suit's face. Something clicked, breaking the silence ever so slightly. Harry flinched. He looked at his map and let out the breath of air he had been holding. As quiet and clueless as Crabbe and Goyle in class, thought Harry to himself as the he put away the map. He tiptoed to the fireplace and walked through a space that had appeared in the back of it. The wall reapeared moments after Harry had crawled into it. He took out his wand, mumbling things that-if the wall could walk and talk- would turn the stones around him into red bricks. "Lumos," the word erupted from his mouth louder than he had intended. In a flash, the tunnel before him lit up with an eery, yellow glow. He moved quietly among along the path, turning this way and that.
Finally, Harry erupted into Snape's storeroom. Normally, Harry would'nt, and could'nt have done this, but Malfoy and Hermione? There was no way that Harry could possibly let this be. Harry nuzzled his way past the space between the brick-wall and a bookshelf. He looked around and very nearly screamed. There in the dark space between a stack of papers and a dusty chest, stood Dobby the house elf.
"Dobby!" whispered Harry, his adrenaline pulsing rapidly throughout his whole body. "What are you doing here?" "I'm sorry sirs, but I was the only house elf who would clean out this 'ere storeroom. I thoughts that I might find a cure for the butterbeer," Dobby beckons Harry foreward, " the houseelfs are still hidin' her, she just won't stop drinking." Harry looked at his short friend, an idea finding its way into his head.
"Dobby, do you know where I could find a-well, a house elf's teardrop?" Dobby looked at him like it was a question he heard each day. "As a matter of fact I do. It's not that natural for a house elf to cry, but I can think of one who 'as quite a lot stored up. "
"Who? Winky," asked Harry anxiously, "she keeps them?" Dobby sighed, "Aye sir, that she does. She says that if she can'ts crys while cleanin', she might as well saves 'em up for later." Dobby sighs again and shakes his head sadly. "So, can you get them?" asked Harry, a bit more rudely than planned. Dobby looks at Harry astonished, "of course not sirs. Harry Potter must come with Dobby, to gets them himselves, otherwise Harry Potter won't be ables to finish the cure correctly." Now it was Harry's turn to look astonished. "You know?""Of course sir, I's heard a bit of its from the other house elfs while they was cleanin'."
"Beggin' your pardons sir, but if we don'ts hurry, we won't gets there in time." And so the two ran off, Dobby in the lead, and Harry following behind.
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On Saturday morning, Draco was up at his usual early hours. He lay in bed, thinking. Why do it? Why do I care? I am a Malfoy, I do not help mudbloods in their time of need, that would be dispicable. (conscience-) Well you are dispicable. True, but not in that way, I'm a Malfoy for God's sake! You said that already. Oh why do you always disagree with me!?! Draco slapped his head when he realized that he was arguing with himself.
Suddenly, there came a loud thump from the common room. Draco lay still for a moment, then, when he was sure he was still the only one awake, went to investigate. He paused as he entered the Slytherin commonroom. Why would anyone be in here at this hour? More importantly, who? I have a duty as headboy to find out. He walked around the room. He searched every nook and cranny, but still found nothing. "Must have been another damned rat..." Malfoy mumbled quietly. He felt a cold chill run up his neck and goosebumps cover his arms. He looked towards the fireplace. There, he saw not a blazing fire, but a 1/2 open passageway only just closing. As quick and swift as any ghost in the wizarding world, Draco glided towards the space and uttered a spell. With a flick of his wand, Draco waited expectantly.
The door closed. Draco smirked and cursed under his breath. He walked in front of a locked door. Quietly, Draco raised his arm once again. With a swat of his wrist and a single word, the door unlocked. Draco walked into the dark room. At once, the room was filled with a dazzling light. In the center of the old room was what looked like a birdbath.
Draco pulled out his wand and walked over to the bowl. "Show me now, show me here, what I cannot see or hear." At once, the dark liquid within the bowl shifted uneasily. It flickered for a moment, then showed an image. Draco watched as his worst enemy's face appeared in the bowl. He watched as Harry Potter emerged from a hidden tunnel into Snape's storeroom. He saw the flicker of fright in Harry's eyes as two larger eyes appeared from the darkness. Draco grinned satisfied. He saw their lips move but could not tell what exactly they were saying. The image blurred for a moment, then reappeared, showing a house elf running ahead of Harry down a long hallway. He saw them pause. The house elf stopped in front of a large portrait of a wizard's sleeping quarters and spoke. The portrait swung aside and the two entered immediately. Now the image was lost.
Draco repeated the words but nothing came to pass upon the surface of liquid but a ripple. Draco scowled impatiently and was just about to leave when he saw another image. It was of what appeared to be a house elf's room. (A/N:This one's for Hermione) Draco's eyebrows rised as he studied the room. The room was old-fashioned to fit a victorian scene. There were drapes of ruby-red and a canopy-bed. The floors were a dark wood and a fireplace loomed against the front wall. In front of the fireplace lay a small object covered in blankets. Draco grimaced in disgust as the house elf's face loomed into view. It was a female house elf, who's eyes drooped wearily, gazing at the butterbeer in her hand. There were quite a few bottles scattered around the fireplace. Harry and-Draco stared in astonishment. Dobby? I should have known.
The two walked over and kneeled in front of the drunken house elf. Miraculously, Draco could hear every little last word that uttered from the three's lips. "I did'nt know she was still mourning, do we have to ask her for them? Or do we just take them?" asked Harry. "One more for ze vode mumbalinuni," said Winky, her bloodshot eyes staring at Dobby, "Vell what tooks ya so lon *hiccup* I've been 'aiting for yas." Dobby looked at Winky desparingly. Quietly, he pulled out a small vial from within his "clothing". "Drink this Winky, it's yummy, see?" He pretended to take a sip. Winky watched incredulously, "Don't drinks it alls now Dovvy," said Winky sullenly, she took the bottle and, in one gulp, swallowed the contents.
Dobby smiled and took the vial. Almost instantaniously, Winky's eyes cleared with a new look of indignance. She stood up and looked around. "What happened?" she looked at Harry. She stared viciously at Dobby. She whispered to him, "Why did you bring him here? You know he's not allowed!" Draco smirked and turned around, he had seen enough. Quickly, he glided across the room and slammed the door behind him.
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"Here you are then," said Winky wearily. "I still can't see w'hy you would want them though, this is ,quite embarrasing." Harry took the vial and looked at Dobby, who, he could tell, was aching to get Harry and himself out of there. "Thank-you-very-much-goodbye," said Harry quickly. He turned to leave when once again he was delayed. "Why was it again that you wanted them?" asked Winky suspiciously. Harry spokewithout turning around, "It's a cure for a friend of mine." He hurried off to leave but had to stop once again to answer what he hoped to be his last question. "But why does she need it? What was the curse to begin with?" asked Winky. "She was turned into a mouse and Mrs. Norris is chasing her." And with this remark, Harry ran out the door, Dobby right behind him.
"Thanks Dobby, I owe you one." "NO sirs, you owe me nothing, I am the one still in debts to you sir." Harry turned around and bent down, facing Dobby at his own height. He looked Dobby in the eye, "I set you free because it was wrong for you to be a prisoner, I wanted you to make your own decisions and make yourself happy, not someone else. But if you're serving me, you can't fulfill that, and that means that I've failed you. So I'm asking you one last favor. Be your own owner, you are in debt to no one so don't act like you are." Dobby was holding back tears now, "But sirs, Harry Potter is my friend, and I am telling myself to help you, I must obey myself and this is one order that I look forward to." Dobby gave Harry a quick hug and looked at him appreciatively. "I now knows how great a person Harry Potter truly is." His eyes shone with pride for a moment. With a final "goodnight" Dobby left Harry to his duty at hand.
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Hermione Granger was already up and sitting in the commonroom when Harry came in. "Oh, hello Harry, good job with the potioon ingredients, how did you get them so fast?" Harry stared at her quizzically. "Hermione, maybe you should go to the hospital wing, because I've only gotten this," said Harry holding up the vial of tears. Hermione in turn, held up a decorated vial of the same ingredient." "But, if you did'nt get the ingredients who did?" "I dont know, but there's still one ingredient left," said Harry. "The most imporrtant of all," replied Hermione. ****************************************************************************
Draco pushed past the portrait of the sleeping man in green and headed towards the one place only he knew of. That only he could find. The one place that he could find exactly what Harry Potter was searching for. The room of cupboards.
D: i dont own harry potter. there, i said it, happy? (sry i,like marpessa, enjoy getting angry with words.).
It was All Neville's Fault! Chapter 5: If You did'nt get the Ingredients, Then Who Did?
Saturday morning, Harry Potter was up earlier than the other Gryffindors. He sat at the edge of his bed, buttoning his shirt. Three minutes later, Harry was in the common room. It was dusk outside. He looked around to make sure no one else was up. When he was sure that the coast was clear, he tiptoed to the study room and walked up to a picture of a witch holding a box full of wands. "Wattlebird," whispered Harry. The portait swung open, revealing a crawlspace just big enough for Harry to fit into. Harry quietly crawled through the tunnel until he found its end. He pushed the back of the portrait aside and crawled out onto the dead silence of the slytherin's common room.
Harry quietly pulled out the map Fred and George had given him a few years before. He saw that all the Slytherins were in their beds. He soundlessly moved across the room until he reached a suit of armor. He reached his hand into the suit's face. Something clicked, breaking the silence ever so slightly. Harry flinched. He looked at his map and let out the breath of air he had been holding. As quiet and clueless as Crabbe and Goyle in class, thought Harry to himself as the he put away the map. He tiptoed to the fireplace and walked through a space that had appeared in the back of it. The wall reapeared moments after Harry had crawled into it. He took out his wand, mumbling things that-if the wall could walk and talk- would turn the stones around him into red bricks. "Lumos," the word erupted from his mouth louder than he had intended. In a flash, the tunnel before him lit up with an eery, yellow glow. He moved quietly among along the path, turning this way and that.
Finally, Harry erupted into Snape's storeroom. Normally, Harry would'nt, and could'nt have done this, but Malfoy and Hermione? There was no way that Harry could possibly let this be. Harry nuzzled his way past the space between the brick-wall and a bookshelf. He looked around and very nearly screamed. There in the dark space between a stack of papers and a dusty chest, stood Dobby the house elf.
"Dobby!" whispered Harry, his adrenaline pulsing rapidly throughout his whole body. "What are you doing here?" "I'm sorry sirs, but I was the only house elf who would clean out this 'ere storeroom. I thoughts that I might find a cure for the butterbeer," Dobby beckons Harry foreward, " the houseelfs are still hidin' her, she just won't stop drinking." Harry looked at his short friend, an idea finding its way into his head.
"Dobby, do you know where I could find a-well, a house elf's teardrop?" Dobby looked at him like it was a question he heard each day. "As a matter of fact I do. It's not that natural for a house elf to cry, but I can think of one who 'as quite a lot stored up. "
"Who? Winky," asked Harry anxiously, "she keeps them?" Dobby sighed, "Aye sir, that she does. She says that if she can'ts crys while cleanin', she might as well saves 'em up for later." Dobby sighs again and shakes his head sadly. "So, can you get them?" asked Harry, a bit more rudely than planned. Dobby looks at Harry astonished, "of course not sirs. Harry Potter must come with Dobby, to gets them himselves, otherwise Harry Potter won't be ables to finish the cure correctly." Now it was Harry's turn to look astonished. "You know?""Of course sir, I's heard a bit of its from the other house elfs while they was cleanin'."
"Beggin' your pardons sir, but if we don'ts hurry, we won't gets there in time." And so the two ran off, Dobby in the lead, and Harry following behind.
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On Saturday morning, Draco was up at his usual early hours. He lay in bed, thinking. Why do it? Why do I care? I am a Malfoy, I do not help mudbloods in their time of need, that would be dispicable. (conscience-) Well you are dispicable. True, but not in that way, I'm a Malfoy for God's sake! You said that already. Oh why do you always disagree with me!?! Draco slapped his head when he realized that he was arguing with himself.
Suddenly, there came a loud thump from the common room. Draco lay still for a moment, then, when he was sure he was still the only one awake, went to investigate. He paused as he entered the Slytherin commonroom. Why would anyone be in here at this hour? More importantly, who? I have a duty as headboy to find out. He walked around the room. He searched every nook and cranny, but still found nothing. "Must have been another damned rat..." Malfoy mumbled quietly. He felt a cold chill run up his neck and goosebumps cover his arms. He looked towards the fireplace. There, he saw not a blazing fire, but a 1/2 open passageway only just closing. As quick and swift as any ghost in the wizarding world, Draco glided towards the space and uttered a spell. With a flick of his wand, Draco waited expectantly.
The door closed. Draco smirked and cursed under his breath. He walked in front of a locked door. Quietly, Draco raised his arm once again. With a swat of his wrist and a single word, the door unlocked. Draco walked into the dark room. At once, the room was filled with a dazzling light. In the center of the old room was what looked like a birdbath.
Draco pulled out his wand and walked over to the bowl. "Show me now, show me here, what I cannot see or hear." At once, the dark liquid within the bowl shifted uneasily. It flickered for a moment, then showed an image. Draco watched as his worst enemy's face appeared in the bowl. He watched as Harry Potter emerged from a hidden tunnel into Snape's storeroom. He saw the flicker of fright in Harry's eyes as two larger eyes appeared from the darkness. Draco grinned satisfied. He saw their lips move but could not tell what exactly they were saying. The image blurred for a moment, then reappeared, showing a house elf running ahead of Harry down a long hallway. He saw them pause. The house elf stopped in front of a large portrait of a wizard's sleeping quarters and spoke. The portrait swung aside and the two entered immediately. Now the image was lost.
Draco repeated the words but nothing came to pass upon the surface of liquid but a ripple. Draco scowled impatiently and was just about to leave when he saw another image. It was of what appeared to be a house elf's room. (A/N:This one's for Hermione) Draco's eyebrows rised as he studied the room. The room was old-fashioned to fit a victorian scene. There were drapes of ruby-red and a canopy-bed. The floors were a dark wood and a fireplace loomed against the front wall. In front of the fireplace lay a small object covered in blankets. Draco grimaced in disgust as the house elf's face loomed into view. It was a female house elf, who's eyes drooped wearily, gazing at the butterbeer in her hand. There were quite a few bottles scattered around the fireplace. Harry and-Draco stared in astonishment. Dobby? I should have known.
The two walked over and kneeled in front of the drunken house elf. Miraculously, Draco could hear every little last word that uttered from the three's lips. "I did'nt know she was still mourning, do we have to ask her for them? Or do we just take them?" asked Harry. "One more for ze vode mumbalinuni," said Winky, her bloodshot eyes staring at Dobby, "Vell what tooks ya so lon *hiccup* I've been 'aiting for yas." Dobby looked at Winky desparingly. Quietly, he pulled out a small vial from within his "clothing". "Drink this Winky, it's yummy, see?" He pretended to take a sip. Winky watched incredulously, "Don't drinks it alls now Dovvy," said Winky sullenly, she took the bottle and, in one gulp, swallowed the contents.
Dobby smiled and took the vial. Almost instantaniously, Winky's eyes cleared with a new look of indignance. She stood up and looked around. "What happened?" she looked at Harry. She stared viciously at Dobby. She whispered to him, "Why did you bring him here? You know he's not allowed!" Draco smirked and turned around, he had seen enough. Quickly, he glided across the room and slammed the door behind him.
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"Here you are then," said Winky wearily. "I still can't see w'hy you would want them though, this is ,quite embarrasing." Harry took the vial and looked at Dobby, who, he could tell, was aching to get Harry and himself out of there. "Thank-you-very-much-goodbye," said Harry quickly. He turned to leave when once again he was delayed. "Why was it again that you wanted them?" asked Winky suspiciously. Harry spokewithout turning around, "It's a cure for a friend of mine." He hurried off to leave but had to stop once again to answer what he hoped to be his last question. "But why does she need it? What was the curse to begin with?" asked Winky. "She was turned into a mouse and Mrs. Norris is chasing her." And with this remark, Harry ran out the door, Dobby right behind him.
"Thanks Dobby, I owe you one." "NO sirs, you owe me nothing, I am the one still in debts to you sir." Harry turned around and bent down, facing Dobby at his own height. He looked Dobby in the eye, "I set you free because it was wrong for you to be a prisoner, I wanted you to make your own decisions and make yourself happy, not someone else. But if you're serving me, you can't fulfill that, and that means that I've failed you. So I'm asking you one last favor. Be your own owner, you are in debt to no one so don't act like you are." Dobby was holding back tears now, "But sirs, Harry Potter is my friend, and I am telling myself to help you, I must obey myself and this is one order that I look forward to." Dobby gave Harry a quick hug and looked at him appreciatively. "I now knows how great a person Harry Potter truly is." His eyes shone with pride for a moment. With a final "goodnight" Dobby left Harry to his duty at hand.
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Hermione Granger was already up and sitting in the commonroom when Harry came in. "Oh, hello Harry, good job with the potioon ingredients, how did you get them so fast?" Harry stared at her quizzically. "Hermione, maybe you should go to the hospital wing, because I've only gotten this," said Harry holding up the vial of tears. Hermione in turn, held up a decorated vial of the same ingredient." "But, if you did'nt get the ingredients who did?" "I dont know, but there's still one ingredient left," said Harry. "The most imporrtant of all," replied Hermione. ****************************************************************************
Draco pushed past the portrait of the sleeping man in green and headed towards the one place only he knew of. That only he could find. The one place that he could find exactly what Harry Potter was searching for. The room of cupboards.