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Summary: This story is supposed to be set a few years after the HP story. It won't contain very many of the official characters, except for the professors, of course. The rest will be made up by me. This is rated R because I'm too lazy to make sure it stays pg or pg-13.
The Tale of a Young Wizard
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Steven met Gregory in the commons and the two went to breakfast as they had been doing the passed few days. He did not dare mention the dream he had had, or the unexplainable scar he had woken up with. None of it made sense to him, so he decided he would consult Dumbledore about it after detention that night.
Steven was hiding his emotions very well, he really did want to tell someone about his dream, but he knew he couldn't. So he hid his frustration and concern behind a mask of blank emotionlessness. A mask he had learned to use when he was younger dealing with his abusive bastard of a father.
He had done a good job most of breakfast to put the dream out of his mind, but it wasn't until he saw Sabrina walking through the Great Hall that he remembered what else he had seen in his dream. In the dream she had had bruises on her arms in the shape of hand prints...but he decided that such a thing would never happen to Sabrina, she was too strong of a woman to let that happen to her. And he decided to himself that if it ever did happen to her he'd make sure he had the head of whoever did it.
"You haven't said a damn thing all Morning, Steven." Gregory said, half-whinning.
"What's there to say?"
"How about good morning?"
"What the hell's so good about it?"
"Geeze nevermind then."
"I'm sorry man...I'm just really caught up in something at the moment..."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No not really" he lied.
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Snape looked around the class, and his lip curled into a scowl when his eyes came to rest upon Sabrina and John, completly ignoring their assignment. They were necking in the corner, something Snape, a man who had spent all of his schooling ladyless, found very unnerving.
"Miss Indoval, Mr. Corsmaros, perhaps you would like to demonstrate to the class the proper art of sucking someones intestines out through their mouth? Because if you don't stop that and get to work, I will demonstrate how it is done, and I assure you I will not be using my mouth to do it as you two are."
The two jumped unexpectedly, and began working on their assignment, which was to practice a spell which would make its target see nothing but a blank color, like when you close your eyes and see black, but instead it would be red or green or whatever the color was that the caster's wand used. Steven had practiced his a bit, and was quite thrilled that his color was green, like his house and his favorite color.
Near the end of the class, some of the Slytherin's started playing around, taunting the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, the usual Slytherin thing. One of them got the brilliant idea of trying to use the spell on Johnathen, jealous of the fact that he was dating Sabrina. But the spell did not hit John, John saw it coming and ducked, and the spell hit Sabrina right in her face, knocking her clear out of her chair and onto the ground, blind from the spell and seeing only blue.
In a fit of anger and panic she started shooting off random spells from her wand, luckilly for the class Snape was able to disarm her, and he deducted points from Gryffindor because John had ducked, which was not very brave of a Gryffindor. Steven was especially angry over it, he had ducked and let Sabrina get hit by the spell.
"If that were me..." he thought to himself "I would have taken a killing curse for her...he couldn't even take a simple blinding curse...what a bastard..."
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He found himself getting constant reminders of his dream last night. The thing that was different now, was he had a peice of paper with him. He had vowed today to stop being afraid of the consequences and show Sabrina how he felt, even if she didn't like him, he was going to do something that he thought extremely stupid and very corny too.
A half an hour into the detention, Sabrina burst into the room, apologizing for her tardiness. Professor McGonagall walked out with their wands as with the previous detentions. "Finally something different from the dream..." he thought to himself.
"What kept you so long?"
"I...erm...fell down the stairs.." her face got red
"Is that where.." he paused for a moment realizing what he was saying "...that bruise came from...?"
"Y-yea...those stairs are real nasty..." Steven noticed the obvious handprint made by the bruise, but chose not to say anything, simply out of respect for her.
"I asked you something yesterday...and you didn't answer...and I'm really interested in knowing the answer Steven..." she looked right into his eyes, and he returned the gaze but only for a moment.
"Her eyes are too beautiful for someone unworthy like me to stare at..." he thought lowly to himself.
"What was it you had asked again..?" He asked, trying to buy time in hopes that maybe he would be saved by Professor McGonagall again.
"Why do you leave here so quickly? Don't you want to talk to me?"
"Of course! Of course I want to talk to you...it's just I..."
"You what?"
"Here...take this.." he fumbled into his pocket and handed her a peice of paper which was folded up in his usual 8-fold way
She opened it and looked at it for a little bit, then stared at him, confused by it.
"Hold still?" As soon as she said it, he leaned in and kissed her very quickly on the lips.
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Notes: ho ho he he or um..yeah...review or i sacrifice you to the pagan god pokey of the mountain! or i'll give you a hug...your choice
Summary: This story is supposed to be set a few years after the HP story. It won't contain very many of the official characters, except for the professors, of course. The rest will be made up by me. This is rated R because I'm too lazy to make sure it stays pg or pg-13.
The Tale of a Young Wizard
--------
Steven met Gregory in the commons and the two went to breakfast as they had been doing the passed few days. He did not dare mention the dream he had had, or the unexplainable scar he had woken up with. None of it made sense to him, so he decided he would consult Dumbledore about it after detention that night.
Steven was hiding his emotions very well, he really did want to tell someone about his dream, but he knew he couldn't. So he hid his frustration and concern behind a mask of blank emotionlessness. A mask he had learned to use when he was younger dealing with his abusive bastard of a father.
He had done a good job most of breakfast to put the dream out of his mind, but it wasn't until he saw Sabrina walking through the Great Hall that he remembered what else he had seen in his dream. In the dream she had had bruises on her arms in the shape of hand prints...but he decided that such a thing would never happen to Sabrina, she was too strong of a woman to let that happen to her. And he decided to himself that if it ever did happen to her he'd make sure he had the head of whoever did it.
"You haven't said a damn thing all Morning, Steven." Gregory said, half-whinning.
"What's there to say?"
"How about good morning?"
"What the hell's so good about it?"
"Geeze nevermind then."
"I'm sorry man...I'm just really caught up in something at the moment..."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No not really" he lied.
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Snape looked around the class, and his lip curled into a scowl when his eyes came to rest upon Sabrina and John, completly ignoring their assignment. They were necking in the corner, something Snape, a man who had spent all of his schooling ladyless, found very unnerving.
"Miss Indoval, Mr. Corsmaros, perhaps you would like to demonstrate to the class the proper art of sucking someones intestines out through their mouth? Because if you don't stop that and get to work, I will demonstrate how it is done, and I assure you I will not be using my mouth to do it as you two are."
The two jumped unexpectedly, and began working on their assignment, which was to practice a spell which would make its target see nothing but a blank color, like when you close your eyes and see black, but instead it would be red or green or whatever the color was that the caster's wand used. Steven had practiced his a bit, and was quite thrilled that his color was green, like his house and his favorite color.
Near the end of the class, some of the Slytherin's started playing around, taunting the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, the usual Slytherin thing. One of them got the brilliant idea of trying to use the spell on Johnathen, jealous of the fact that he was dating Sabrina. But the spell did not hit John, John saw it coming and ducked, and the spell hit Sabrina right in her face, knocking her clear out of her chair and onto the ground, blind from the spell and seeing only blue.
In a fit of anger and panic she started shooting off random spells from her wand, luckilly for the class Snape was able to disarm her, and he deducted points from Gryffindor because John had ducked, which was not very brave of a Gryffindor. Steven was especially angry over it, he had ducked and let Sabrina get hit by the spell.
"If that were me..." he thought to himself "I would have taken a killing curse for her...he couldn't even take a simple blinding curse...what a bastard..."
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He found himself getting constant reminders of his dream last night. The thing that was different now, was he had a peice of paper with him. He had vowed today to stop being afraid of the consequences and show Sabrina how he felt, even if she didn't like him, he was going to do something that he thought extremely stupid and very corny too.
A half an hour into the detention, Sabrina burst into the room, apologizing for her tardiness. Professor McGonagall walked out with their wands as with the previous detentions. "Finally something different from the dream..." he thought to himself.
"What kept you so long?"
"I...erm...fell down the stairs.." her face got red
"Is that where.." he paused for a moment realizing what he was saying "...that bruise came from...?"
"Y-yea...those stairs are real nasty..." Steven noticed the obvious handprint made by the bruise, but chose not to say anything, simply out of respect for her.
"I asked you something yesterday...and you didn't answer...and I'm really interested in knowing the answer Steven..." she looked right into his eyes, and he returned the gaze but only for a moment.
"Her eyes are too beautiful for someone unworthy like me to stare at..." he thought lowly to himself.
"What was it you had asked again..?" He asked, trying to buy time in hopes that maybe he would be saved by Professor McGonagall again.
"Why do you leave here so quickly? Don't you want to talk to me?"
"Of course! Of course I want to talk to you...it's just I..."
"You what?"
"Here...take this.." he fumbled into his pocket and handed her a peice of paper which was folded up in his usual 8-fold way
She opened it and looked at it for a little bit, then stared at him, confused by it.
"Hold still?" As soon as she said it, he leaned in and kissed her very quickly on the lips.
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Notes: ho ho he he or um..yeah...review or i sacrifice you to the pagan god pokey of the mountain! or i'll give you a hug...your choice