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A/N: OMG! I'M SO EXCITED!! People are actually READING and ENJOYING THoG!! You have NO idea how happy that makes me!! Oh, I realize it seems like there's no plot yet, but there is! I swear! It starts around... Chapter six. WOW! People are reviewing it as we speak! And I thought everyone hated it. I LOVE YOU GUYS!!! Now I'm going to have to thank each one individually! I'll do that at the end because I'm being bombarded with Review Alert! emails! I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH!! I want to thank hermionestagegirl16 for being my beta reader and Jelsemium for her advice! I really do LOVE writing this, and I'm EXTREMELY proud of it! Always have been, just so you know. I worked really hard on this. I have it all planned out... There are a few changes to make, so it may take me a while to get chapter 5 up. I don't want this to be focused on Ron and Hermione so much n.n; I'm so excited! I'm on people's FAVORITE AUTHORS list! -squee!- Oh, and I decided to go ahead and follow the 5th book completely, so Sirius... is no longer... yeah. Just remember to NOT READ THIS if you haven't finished the 5th book! Why are you on this chapter? Go read it! Wow this is a long a/n... Anyway, on with the story!
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HARRY POTTER AND THE HAWK OF GRYFFINDOR
Chapter Four: An Explosion in the Hall
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"Hey, I think he's coming to..."
"Harry?"
"Madame Pomfrey! Harry's awake!"
"Quit crowding him, he might get sick..."
A bright light flooded Harry's vision as he opened one bleary eye, then it was blocked by a large fuzzy... thing.
"Oh, good morning, Harry dear, how are you feeling?"
He sat up slowly, and cringed. His head was still spinning, and the sharp pain in his side hadn't gone away. Someone with flaming red hair, Ginny or Ron, pushed his glasses into his hand. He flipped them open and put them on. Hermione was the one with red hair. No, wait, she was wearing a Chudley Cannons beanie.
"Sorry, Harry..." she whispered.
He opened his mouth to respond when a grayish brown potion was shoved in his face.
"Drink."
He looked up at the voice. It was Madame Pomfrey, with a very stern look on her face. He took the glass silently and began to drink. It had a vile taste of dirt and vomit, with a hint of metal, and a texture similar to damp sand. He wanted to throw the glass down and spit it out, but he was afraid to stop forcing it down his throat with that look hovering above him. As soon as he drank the last sandy drop, she snatched the glass from him, and then proceeded to go about her business.
Hermione and Ron moved closer to him, and Hermione had a very apologetic look on her face.
"Hey, Harry," Ron said. "How are you feeling?"
Harry nodded, immediately regretting the action as waves of pain and dizziness spread through his body. "I'm not sure... How long have I been out?"
"About three days," Hermione answered.
"We're going to continue the try-outs next Saturday, if you're up to it."
"Oh good, I was afraid they'd continue without me..."
"We couldn't do that, you're the captain."
He nodded again, with the same agonizing feeling as before. At least the sharp pain in his side was gone. "I saw the Beaters, though, and I think I have a good idea of who I want..."
This got Hermione's attention. She picked her gaze up from the floor. Ron agreed. "I liked Seamus, he did a good job."
"Oh yeah, and that other boy, the second year, what was his name? Euan Abercrombie? He was pretty good."
"You know, I think there was someone out there that was better..."
"Oh, you can't mean..."
"I do..."
"You think so?"
"I do. Don't you?"
"Actually, I really do."
Hermione watched this for several seconds before slamming a fist on Harry's bed. "Who is it?!"
Harry and Ron jumped at her outburst. "You, of course!"
Her eyes widened. "Me?"
"No, the person behind you."
She turned around to find... no one. "Harry, that's not nice!"
He just laughed. "You were very good... even though you nearly killed me in a process."
"I hope no one thinks we picked her just because she's our friend."
"When they see her on the field, they'll know."
Hermione didn't hear this, as she was busy hopping from one foot to the other, squealing like the schoolgirl she was, which was also very un- Hermione-like. She then launched herself over the bed, throwing her arms around Ron's neck in a very long hug. Ron turned bright red, and cautiously put his arms around Hermione's waist. After several seconds of this, Harry coughed loudly, and the two sprung apart. In Hermione's rush to get off the bed, she tripped and fell backwards onto the floor. Ron was redder than his hair, stuffing his hands into his pockets and looking fixedly at the floor.
"So, the other beater is Seamus?" Hermione asked quickly, trying to hide her pink face.
Harry nodded, his eyebrow still raised in a very suspicious manner. Hermione clapped her hands together decidedly. "I've got to tell Fred and George!"
"Why?" Ron lifted his eyes from the floor to stare at Hermione.
"They were my trainers, over the summer." She grinned broadly.
"Tell them later," Ron said, in an almost jealous fashion. "Hey, Harry, I forgot. Lupin sent you a letter. I think it's about Sirius." He pulled a folded up parchment labeled 'To Harry, from Moony' out of his pocket and handed it to his friend.
"Thanks," Harry said as he took it. He unfolded it and read aloud:
Harry-
We are having a small get together, a sort of tribute to Sirius. Seeing as he was your godfather, I figured you would want to be there. Have Hermione and Ron come, too. I'm not going to make you come, but I'm sure Sirius would have wanted you there. It's in Hogsmeade, October 26th, the day of your first Hogsmeade trip, at 3:00 PM. If you do come, I will meet you outside of Zonko's at 2:30. I hope to see you then.
-Remus J. Lupin
Ron looked up at Harry as he finished reading it. "Are you... going to go?"
He didn't answer. He just stared at the letter, still in shock. He hadn't gotten over the death of his godfather, but he had managed to repress his feelings about it long enough to become... well, not happy, but happier than he had been over the summer. The letter had broken the wall he'd built, and now he felt as though he would never be happy again, as if a dementor had entered the room.
"Harry...?"
Hermione squeaked. "That's the day of the full moon! Does he really think that's safe?!"
"Shush. Its not like we're going to be there at night." Ron said.
"I think I may go."
Hermione and Ron looked at their friend. "Are you sure?"
He nodded. "Yeah, maybe... Maybe it'll give me some sort of closure on this whole thing..."
"Hello there!"
The trio jumped at the cheerful voice. Professor Moreau was walking over to Harry's bed, with a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans in her hand.
"P-Professor! Hi! What are you doing here?" Hermione said a little quickly, loudly, and high-pitched.
"I just wanted to stop by to get some anti-burn cream. Someone in my 6th year Hufflepuff class forgot to put the protect spell on themselves while we were practicing with Firaga, and I saw Harry and decided to ask how he was doing," Moreau answered, popping a bean into her mouth. She chewed for a few seconds before spitting it out. "Vomit!"
"Vomit-flavored jelly bean?!" Ron looked utterly repulsed at the idea.
"No, that's just what I say when something is gross. I don't really like cherry flavored things..."
"Oh." There was a pause.
"Well, I see Harry's fine... Oh, Madame Pomfrey!" She walked over to the plump lady, leaving Harry, Ron, and Hermione alone.
"She's a weird one, she is..." Ron whispered.
Harry nodded in agreement, then looked at his friends. "Write Lupin back and tell him that we're coming."
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked him, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder.
He nodded again.
"Alright, well, can we use Hedwig?" Ron asked.
"Why can't you use Pig?" Harry asked.
"Ginny used him to send a letter to Bill."
"Alright, fine."
"Thanks. We'll be back soon Harry."
"Bye, Harry."
"Bye, Hermione, Ron."
They left, passing Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood on the way out. Ginny walked over to Harry, smiling. Luna sort of floated over, smiling dreamily. They greeted him quietly. Ginny sat on the end of Harry's bed.
"How're you feeling?"
"Fine. Well, better than I was two minutes ago. Do you know what time it is?"
"Around noon, its Tuesday."
"We've come to bring you the work you missed," Luna said airily.
"Oh, what a wonderful reason to visit..." Harry groaned.
"Oh, don't worry, we also wanted to see how you felt."
"Thanks, Luna..."
She nodded, and dropped a large stack of parchment in Harry's lap. A loud shriek came from the opposite side of the room. Madame Pomfrey was by his bedside in an instant, scolding Ginny and Luna with wild eyes.
"Harry is NOT to have any stress! He was hit with a bludger, for Heaven's sake! Bring that back another day!"
Ginny snatched the papers, her eyes wide. Luna's dreamy smile was gone, and her eyes didn't look so unfocused.
"Harry needs rest, come back with that another day!"
Ginny nodded and looked at Harry. "Get better soon." Then she kissed him on the cheek.
Harry blinked, his face turning red. Luna said bye, then left with Harry's work. Madame Pomfrey's brows rose, then she went back to looking for Moreau's anti-burn cream.
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"Harry! Over here!"
It was now Wednesday, and Madame Pomfrey had reluctantly let Harry out. He walked over and sat across from Ron and Hermione.
"Hey, Harry, how're you feeling?" Ron asked, stuffing a huge bite of biscuit into his mouth.
"A lot better, thanks. Herbology next?"
Hermione nodded. "We wrote to Lupin. Told him we'd be there."
"Thanks, Hedwig come back yet?"
"No, but she'll probably be back soon."
Ron swallowed his enormous bite. "First Hogsmeade weekend is soon."
"Yeah..." Hermione looked over at Ron, who smiled at her. This continued for several seconds until Harry spoke up.
"You want me to leave you two alone?"
She looked away from the redhead, blushing as dark as the Gryffindor flag behind her. Ron's ears turned bright pink. Harry raised a brow. "Nothing, huh?" With that comment, Ron's ears were the same color as Hermione's face, and Hermione was currently burying said face in her hands.
"Harry, please--" Ron whispered.
"Please what? Please stop it? How can I when I don't even know what's going on with my two best friends!" Harry said, the volume of his voice increasing to a shout.
"Harry, what are you talking about, we--"
"I think you know exactly what I'm talking!" He was on his feet. Hermione nearly fell off her seat from his outburst, and Ron looked shocked. "Spending all your time together, Ron's new study habits, damnit, Ron, you walked out on a chess game! To study! With Hermione! 'School comes first'? What the hell was that? If something's going on, that's great, but I'd like to know about it!"
Ron and Hermione were stunned. No one in the Great Hall noticed their fight.
"Harry, we aren't--" Hermione began, but Ron cut her off.
"We didn't want anyone to know."
There was a clanging of silverware on wood. Ginny, her mouth agape and eyes wide, had dropped her fork, mashed potatoes going all over the table. Neville choked on his sandwich, and Seamus had to hit his back several times before he coughed it up. Dean just stared. The shocked silence spread from the Gryffindor table, filling the Great Hall.
"Ron, I'm your best friend, you're supposed to tell me everything! I told you everything that happened with Cho and me!"
"Don't bring me into this!" A voice came from the Ravenclaw table. Cho Chang was on her feet, walking over to Harry.
"Oh, butt out, Cho, this doesn't concern you," Harry said, not looking at the girl.
"But you just said you told him everything!" She shrieked.
"There really wasn't that much to tell."
"Yeah, seriously..." Ron agreed. Harry and Cho glared at him, and he shrank back.
"You told him everything!" the Asian girl shouted.
"What, do you not want people know that you kissed me?"
Cho glared at him and was about to tell him off when a new, older voice cut her off.
"Is there a problem?" McGonagall.
"Oh, Professor! Hi! No, sorry, just a little... thing," Hermione squeaked.
"Thank you, Miss Granger. Now, any personal problems, please work them out somewhere else, where you won't distract the entire school."
A round of yes ma'ams, and Cho went back to the Ravenclaw table. Slowly, the students went back to their lunches and the Great Hall was once again buzzing with talk.
"Harry..." Ron started.
"Forget it. Just... forget it." Harry waved his hand at him and walked out, his lunch lying cold and forgotten.
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A/N: Phew! That was a lot of writing! Thanks everyone for offering to be my beta readers, but I have one now! More than one, really. Beta reader, back up beta reader, and a back up to the back-up beta reader. Plus, I want these to be perfect I'm a grammar nazi, you know.
I just want everyone to know that since I originally had Sirius alive, I have to rewrite chapter 5. Not totally, just the part where they go to Hogsmeade. And the next chapter is entitled... Hogsmeade. Meaning it takes up most of the chapter. And yes, Moreau walking in there while they were talking about the letter DOES have a purpose. If you're smart, you'll figure it out.
Cookies to all reviewers!!
Ryo: Thank you! n.n Get online!
Jelsemium (I hope I spelled that right!): Thank you for the advice! Yeah, I was just thinking of people that could be on the Quidditch team now that EVERYONE is gone, and Hermione popped into my head. Why not have all three of them together? And I AM going to post this on The Sugar Quill once its complete, but I've just started writing and planning chapter 8, and there are still tons of things to do!
hermionestagegirl16: Glad to have you as my beta!
Kayla: Thank you! Here's the next chapter for you; I hope you enjoy it! Its rather pointless, but I wanted to show everyone how frustrated Harry was. He kinda snapped for no reason n.n;;
adrea: Oh, no, J.K. writes much better than I do n.n;; But thank you! You're so sweet! And what do you mean by direct quotes?
Irish Lemon: The spells are from Final Fantasy, because I love FF too much not to integrate it into my fics some how! The movie was AWESOME! I hate to say it but... You should have gone! Your friends should have let you gone. I took a friend that didn't like Harry Potter, and now... well I'm not entirely sure she's in love with it now, but she did like the movie n.n
PyroGrl: Heh, sorry about the cliffhanger. But they're so fun! How can I not have them? Trust me, its not going to be my last n.n;
A/N: OMG! I'M SO EXCITED!! People are actually READING and ENJOYING THoG!! You have NO idea how happy that makes me!! Oh, I realize it seems like there's no plot yet, but there is! I swear! It starts around... Chapter six. WOW! People are reviewing it as we speak! And I thought everyone hated it. I LOVE YOU GUYS!!! Now I'm going to have to thank each one individually! I'll do that at the end because I'm being bombarded with Review Alert! emails! I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH!! I want to thank hermionestagegirl16 for being my beta reader and Jelsemium for her advice! I really do LOVE writing this, and I'm EXTREMELY proud of it! Always have been, just so you know. I worked really hard on this. I have it all planned out... There are a few changes to make, so it may take me a while to get chapter 5 up. I don't want this to be focused on Ron and Hermione so much n.n; I'm so excited! I'm on people's FAVORITE AUTHORS list! -squee!- Oh, and I decided to go ahead and follow the 5th book completely, so Sirius... is no longer... yeah. Just remember to NOT READ THIS if you haven't finished the 5th book! Why are you on this chapter? Go read it! Wow this is a long a/n... Anyway, on with the story!
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HARRY POTTER AND THE HAWK OF GRYFFINDOR
Chapter Four: An Explosion in the Hall
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"Hey, I think he's coming to..."
"Harry?"
"Madame Pomfrey! Harry's awake!"
"Quit crowding him, he might get sick..."
A bright light flooded Harry's vision as he opened one bleary eye, then it was blocked by a large fuzzy... thing.
"Oh, good morning, Harry dear, how are you feeling?"
He sat up slowly, and cringed. His head was still spinning, and the sharp pain in his side hadn't gone away. Someone with flaming red hair, Ginny or Ron, pushed his glasses into his hand. He flipped them open and put them on. Hermione was the one with red hair. No, wait, she was wearing a Chudley Cannons beanie.
"Sorry, Harry..." she whispered.
He opened his mouth to respond when a grayish brown potion was shoved in his face.
"Drink."
He looked up at the voice. It was Madame Pomfrey, with a very stern look on her face. He took the glass silently and began to drink. It had a vile taste of dirt and vomit, with a hint of metal, and a texture similar to damp sand. He wanted to throw the glass down and spit it out, but he was afraid to stop forcing it down his throat with that look hovering above him. As soon as he drank the last sandy drop, she snatched the glass from him, and then proceeded to go about her business.
Hermione and Ron moved closer to him, and Hermione had a very apologetic look on her face.
"Hey, Harry," Ron said. "How are you feeling?"
Harry nodded, immediately regretting the action as waves of pain and dizziness spread through his body. "I'm not sure... How long have I been out?"
"About three days," Hermione answered.
"We're going to continue the try-outs next Saturday, if you're up to it."
"Oh good, I was afraid they'd continue without me..."
"We couldn't do that, you're the captain."
He nodded again, with the same agonizing feeling as before. At least the sharp pain in his side was gone. "I saw the Beaters, though, and I think I have a good idea of who I want..."
This got Hermione's attention. She picked her gaze up from the floor. Ron agreed. "I liked Seamus, he did a good job."
"Oh yeah, and that other boy, the second year, what was his name? Euan Abercrombie? He was pretty good."
"You know, I think there was someone out there that was better..."
"Oh, you can't mean..."
"I do..."
"You think so?"
"I do. Don't you?"
"Actually, I really do."
Hermione watched this for several seconds before slamming a fist on Harry's bed. "Who is it?!"
Harry and Ron jumped at her outburst. "You, of course!"
Her eyes widened. "Me?"
"No, the person behind you."
She turned around to find... no one. "Harry, that's not nice!"
He just laughed. "You were very good... even though you nearly killed me in a process."
"I hope no one thinks we picked her just because she's our friend."
"When they see her on the field, they'll know."
Hermione didn't hear this, as she was busy hopping from one foot to the other, squealing like the schoolgirl she was, which was also very un- Hermione-like. She then launched herself over the bed, throwing her arms around Ron's neck in a very long hug. Ron turned bright red, and cautiously put his arms around Hermione's waist. After several seconds of this, Harry coughed loudly, and the two sprung apart. In Hermione's rush to get off the bed, she tripped and fell backwards onto the floor. Ron was redder than his hair, stuffing his hands into his pockets and looking fixedly at the floor.
"So, the other beater is Seamus?" Hermione asked quickly, trying to hide her pink face.
Harry nodded, his eyebrow still raised in a very suspicious manner. Hermione clapped her hands together decidedly. "I've got to tell Fred and George!"
"Why?" Ron lifted his eyes from the floor to stare at Hermione.
"They were my trainers, over the summer." She grinned broadly.
"Tell them later," Ron said, in an almost jealous fashion. "Hey, Harry, I forgot. Lupin sent you a letter. I think it's about Sirius." He pulled a folded up parchment labeled 'To Harry, from Moony' out of his pocket and handed it to his friend.
"Thanks," Harry said as he took it. He unfolded it and read aloud:
Harry-
We are having a small get together, a sort of tribute to Sirius. Seeing as he was your godfather, I figured you would want to be there. Have Hermione and Ron come, too. I'm not going to make you come, but I'm sure Sirius would have wanted you there. It's in Hogsmeade, October 26th, the day of your first Hogsmeade trip, at 3:00 PM. If you do come, I will meet you outside of Zonko's at 2:30. I hope to see you then.
-Remus J. Lupin
Ron looked up at Harry as he finished reading it. "Are you... going to go?"
He didn't answer. He just stared at the letter, still in shock. He hadn't gotten over the death of his godfather, but he had managed to repress his feelings about it long enough to become... well, not happy, but happier than he had been over the summer. The letter had broken the wall he'd built, and now he felt as though he would never be happy again, as if a dementor had entered the room.
"Harry...?"
Hermione squeaked. "That's the day of the full moon! Does he really think that's safe?!"
"Shush. Its not like we're going to be there at night." Ron said.
"I think I may go."
Hermione and Ron looked at their friend. "Are you sure?"
He nodded. "Yeah, maybe... Maybe it'll give me some sort of closure on this whole thing..."
"Hello there!"
The trio jumped at the cheerful voice. Professor Moreau was walking over to Harry's bed, with a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans in her hand.
"P-Professor! Hi! What are you doing here?" Hermione said a little quickly, loudly, and high-pitched.
"I just wanted to stop by to get some anti-burn cream. Someone in my 6th year Hufflepuff class forgot to put the protect spell on themselves while we were practicing with Firaga, and I saw Harry and decided to ask how he was doing," Moreau answered, popping a bean into her mouth. She chewed for a few seconds before spitting it out. "Vomit!"
"Vomit-flavored jelly bean?!" Ron looked utterly repulsed at the idea.
"No, that's just what I say when something is gross. I don't really like cherry flavored things..."
"Oh." There was a pause.
"Well, I see Harry's fine... Oh, Madame Pomfrey!" She walked over to the plump lady, leaving Harry, Ron, and Hermione alone.
"She's a weird one, she is..." Ron whispered.
Harry nodded in agreement, then looked at his friends. "Write Lupin back and tell him that we're coming."
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked him, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder.
He nodded again.
"Alright, well, can we use Hedwig?" Ron asked.
"Why can't you use Pig?" Harry asked.
"Ginny used him to send a letter to Bill."
"Alright, fine."
"Thanks. We'll be back soon Harry."
"Bye, Harry."
"Bye, Hermione, Ron."
They left, passing Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood on the way out. Ginny walked over to Harry, smiling. Luna sort of floated over, smiling dreamily. They greeted him quietly. Ginny sat on the end of Harry's bed.
"How're you feeling?"
"Fine. Well, better than I was two minutes ago. Do you know what time it is?"
"Around noon, its Tuesday."
"We've come to bring you the work you missed," Luna said airily.
"Oh, what a wonderful reason to visit..." Harry groaned.
"Oh, don't worry, we also wanted to see how you felt."
"Thanks, Luna..."
She nodded, and dropped a large stack of parchment in Harry's lap. A loud shriek came from the opposite side of the room. Madame Pomfrey was by his bedside in an instant, scolding Ginny and Luna with wild eyes.
"Harry is NOT to have any stress! He was hit with a bludger, for Heaven's sake! Bring that back another day!"
Ginny snatched the papers, her eyes wide. Luna's dreamy smile was gone, and her eyes didn't look so unfocused.
"Harry needs rest, come back with that another day!"
Ginny nodded and looked at Harry. "Get better soon." Then she kissed him on the cheek.
Harry blinked, his face turning red. Luna said bye, then left with Harry's work. Madame Pomfrey's brows rose, then she went back to looking for Moreau's anti-burn cream.
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"Harry! Over here!"
It was now Wednesday, and Madame Pomfrey had reluctantly let Harry out. He walked over and sat across from Ron and Hermione.
"Hey, Harry, how're you feeling?" Ron asked, stuffing a huge bite of biscuit into his mouth.
"A lot better, thanks. Herbology next?"
Hermione nodded. "We wrote to Lupin. Told him we'd be there."
"Thanks, Hedwig come back yet?"
"No, but she'll probably be back soon."
Ron swallowed his enormous bite. "First Hogsmeade weekend is soon."
"Yeah..." Hermione looked over at Ron, who smiled at her. This continued for several seconds until Harry spoke up.
"You want me to leave you two alone?"
She looked away from the redhead, blushing as dark as the Gryffindor flag behind her. Ron's ears turned bright pink. Harry raised a brow. "Nothing, huh?" With that comment, Ron's ears were the same color as Hermione's face, and Hermione was currently burying said face in her hands.
"Harry, please--" Ron whispered.
"Please what? Please stop it? How can I when I don't even know what's going on with my two best friends!" Harry said, the volume of his voice increasing to a shout.
"Harry, what are you talking about, we--"
"I think you know exactly what I'm talking!" He was on his feet. Hermione nearly fell off her seat from his outburst, and Ron looked shocked. "Spending all your time together, Ron's new study habits, damnit, Ron, you walked out on a chess game! To study! With Hermione! 'School comes first'? What the hell was that? If something's going on, that's great, but I'd like to know about it!"
Ron and Hermione were stunned. No one in the Great Hall noticed their fight.
"Harry, we aren't--" Hermione began, but Ron cut her off.
"We didn't want anyone to know."
There was a clanging of silverware on wood. Ginny, her mouth agape and eyes wide, had dropped her fork, mashed potatoes going all over the table. Neville choked on his sandwich, and Seamus had to hit his back several times before he coughed it up. Dean just stared. The shocked silence spread from the Gryffindor table, filling the Great Hall.
"Ron, I'm your best friend, you're supposed to tell me everything! I told you everything that happened with Cho and me!"
"Don't bring me into this!" A voice came from the Ravenclaw table. Cho Chang was on her feet, walking over to Harry.
"Oh, butt out, Cho, this doesn't concern you," Harry said, not looking at the girl.
"But you just said you told him everything!" She shrieked.
"There really wasn't that much to tell."
"Yeah, seriously..." Ron agreed. Harry and Cho glared at him, and he shrank back.
"You told him everything!" the Asian girl shouted.
"What, do you not want people know that you kissed me?"
Cho glared at him and was about to tell him off when a new, older voice cut her off.
"Is there a problem?" McGonagall.
"Oh, Professor! Hi! No, sorry, just a little... thing," Hermione squeaked.
"Thank you, Miss Granger. Now, any personal problems, please work them out somewhere else, where you won't distract the entire school."
A round of yes ma'ams, and Cho went back to the Ravenclaw table. Slowly, the students went back to their lunches and the Great Hall was once again buzzing with talk.
"Harry..." Ron started.
"Forget it. Just... forget it." Harry waved his hand at him and walked out, his lunch lying cold and forgotten.
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A/N: Phew! That was a lot of writing! Thanks everyone for offering to be my beta readers, but I have one now! More than one, really. Beta reader, back up beta reader, and a back up to the back-up beta reader. Plus, I want these to be perfect I'm a grammar nazi, you know.
I just want everyone to know that since I originally had Sirius alive, I have to rewrite chapter 5. Not totally, just the part where they go to Hogsmeade. And the next chapter is entitled... Hogsmeade. Meaning it takes up most of the chapter. And yes, Moreau walking in there while they were talking about the letter DOES have a purpose. If you're smart, you'll figure it out.
Cookies to all reviewers!!
Ryo: Thank you! n.n Get online!
Jelsemium (I hope I spelled that right!): Thank you for the advice! Yeah, I was just thinking of people that could be on the Quidditch team now that EVERYONE is gone, and Hermione popped into my head. Why not have all three of them together? And I AM going to post this on The Sugar Quill once its complete, but I've just started writing and planning chapter 8, and there are still tons of things to do!
hermionestagegirl16: Glad to have you as my beta!
Kayla: Thank you! Here's the next chapter for you; I hope you enjoy it! Its rather pointless, but I wanted to show everyone how frustrated Harry was. He kinda snapped for no reason n.n;;
adrea: Oh, no, J.K. writes much better than I do n.n;; But thank you! You're so sweet! And what do you mean by direct quotes?
Irish Lemon: The spells are from Final Fantasy, because I love FF too much not to integrate it into my fics some how! The movie was AWESOME! I hate to say it but... You should have gone! Your friends should have let you gone. I took a friend that didn't like Harry Potter, and now... well I'm not entirely sure she's in love with it now, but she did like the movie n.n
PyroGrl: Heh, sorry about the cliffhanger. But they're so fun! How can I not have them? Trust me, its not going to be my last n.n;