Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, places, or
JKR's plot line. And I'd like to thank shatter eternal, one of my brother's
friends for the great description of Madam Pomfrey, Thanks, it helped a
lot! I'd also like to thank my big sister (again!) for being Cassie, the
Ravenclaw Prefect she is, beta read this! Huggles to both of you! *sigh*
The plane is late, so Ron hasn't shown up yet. In case you were wondering
why they were under my bed.let me mention that I'm only 13. I just tease
them, maybe steal a tie or scarf. and they come out of the closet later.
and they come in pairs later a lot.*with that goofy grin that Ted gets when
he sees himself in 'Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure' and mentions the
princesses and then he says who and then he says you'll see* you'll see.
A/N: Ok, I'm kinda pissed off at a guy who's convinced that because about 2 years ago, I really liked anime and knew every term in existence, and voice actors and random trivia, (rather like how I am now with Harry Potter) that I must still be. And since I'm not an otaku like I used to be, that I must be a wannabe. And ya know what he uses to support this? The fact that I watch anime still, and still read manga. He doesn't understand the concept of 'wannabe.' Ya know, that whole bit about wanting to be something you're not? Yeah. so I'm kinda pissed at him. So what better way to cheer up then to post another chapter! Oh, and does anybody know why italics aren't showing up when I upload? It's confusing me. if anybody knows, please let me know!!!
Serry: Poor Serry, only up to 16. Why does everybody think I don't like Ron! I don't dislike him, Draco does! Not me! *sigh* oh well, I guess that emphasizing his stupidity does make it seem like I do. *blinks twice* hey, are you Saerry, as in Saerry Snape, as in the author of a few of my favorite fics? If you are, then I'm really happy, if not, then, oh well. I'm still happy!
Grrrinning Golden Retriever: Glad you like it! *sighs* what a wonderful thing to wake up to, a long review with lotsa questions. I won't spoil anything while replying reviews, such as why Harry was taken, but I will answer your questions. Mostly. Ok, He has no elven blood. He just had the potential to become a Mage, and the elves saw this. As for the LOTR question. you'll see. Legolas may have existed, but he's not where Harry was raised. Glad you like my explanation of where Cassie learned tengwar. The Dursleys are still there, and Dumbledor doesn't know he's not living with them. Oh, wait, the letters were addressed to him there, huh? Well. not in this story? I love being able to do that. I was actually planning some romance, but not till much later, and so far nothing with Harry. While my favorite pairing is HP/DM, they're just really good friends. I have this whole scene written where Draco is accusing Harry of being asexual, who accuses back.. Neither of them are, they just don't date much. *plotting evilly* Fourth year is going to be fun. Yes.. *snaps out of evil plotting mode* He doesn't see the point. He'd rather accept girls into his group of friends than date them. Like my big sister. As for the 5 chapter 1st year, not going to happen. Around winter break is when my plot line starts up, but I can't just come right out and say it, it starts up rather subtly. Not to mention my Gryffie and my Slythie would kill me if I left out some bits. Yeah, I plan on breaking it up into 7 different parts, and maybe a few side stories. As far as most the magical world knows the elves don't exist. And yeah, I have a beta, she was just being lazy, and I was being over-eager and such things.
Jordan: Really? You love it? That's good, cause I do too.
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Harry laid in bed for a while before getting up. He was out of bed before anyone in his dorm, so he picked up some things and went for a shower. When he got there, there were already a couple older boys taking showers, but Harry didn't care. They were talking about the Qudditch team, and how they didn't have another chaser or beater. The worst part, according to them, was that they couldn't find anyone in second year or above that was interested that they hadn't recruited. They had hoped one of the older boys would play, but he didn't want to this year. "Said something about that bloody hospital wing. And that nazi-nurse." the first guy said and the second one muttered "damn straight." Then it occurred to Harry that the first one was Roger Davies, and he didn't know the second one. He pulled out his shampoo, the kind that the elves used. It smelled like the tree tops after rain, Harry's second favorite smell. His absolute favorite was the smell of Jade cooking. Roger sniffed at it and wondered loudly, "Where's that smell coming from? It smells really good."
Harry laughed and said, "It my special shampoo. Treetops after rain."
"Hey, is that you, Harry? I didn't even know you came in."
"Yup, its me. So, why don't you scout out the first years?"
The second boy answered sullenly, "Cause they're not allowed to play without special permission from the headmaster or head of house. And Vector is stingy about first years on the team. Oh, by the way, my name's Thomas." His hand appeared above the shower and waved.
"Hello!" harry stuck his hand up and waved back. "Why is Vector so stingy?"
"Oh, all the teachers are stingy about first years on the house teams. Are you any good? We need a chaser and a beater." Roger said thoughtfully. "Maybe I can convince her."
Harry shrugged, unsure. "I don't know. I haven't played against much of anybody, just a couple of my da's old friends who my mum, in her diary, kept saying sucked. They might have gotten better. I'm really not sure." He rinsed out his hair and began to massage in the conditioner, which smelled like a sunny day in the forest. Which smelled almost exactly like treetops after rain. Only it canceled out the rain, leaving his hair dry and sun- warmed after he rinsed it out. He walked out of the shower just as Roger and Thomas walked out of their showers. Drying off, he chatted idly about Qudditch. Roger was a chaser and Thomas was a beater. Roger asked why Harry's hair was dry.
He just laughed and said, "A simple charmed conditioner my big sis made. It's," he pulled out the bottle and read the label, "Jade's A Sunny Day in the Treetops Conditioner." He flipped it over and read in a sales-person voice, "For best results, use with Jade's Treetops After Rain shampoo. Leaves hair smelling just like the forest on a sunny day. Top secret charms leave hair dry, warm and manageable." He looked up and grinned. "only six Sickles a bottle. Rush delivery available." The other two boys just looked at him.
Meanwhile, on the girls side of things.
Sarah stretched, yawning. She fumbled around for her wand sleepily. She found it just as Cassie energetically ran in. "LET THERE BE LIGHT!!!" and there was light. It was a very bright light.
"Morning Cassie." She said, rubbing her eyes. She grabbed her shower stuff and cloths.
"I'm gonna shower and then I promised Nicole I'd help her with." Sarah paused "everything."
Cassie laughed. "Except History of Magic."
"Of course. You think I was paying attention?" She snatched a scroll out of a pile and opened it up. "You think I know which rebellion this is?"
Cassie peered over her shoulder. "A goblin one."
Sarah looked at her. "So helpful." She set the scroll down and headed for the showers. Cassie sighed and went to see if any of the first years woke up early.
Over to the Common Room.
Harry was siting cross-legged on the floor looking through the pictures he'd chosen for Jade. Last night Cassie had added a short paragraph on each person, telling name, house, quirks, hobbies, ethnicity, and tidbits, and slipped them into an envelope. There were even a few pictures that he hadn't seen, Cassie had probably chosen them because they gave another view of one of the people Harry had chosen.
Then at the end of the stack it had a picture of Cassie waving and said in tengwar at the bottom, "Luvya, the only person who could send you name, ethnicity, hobbies, quirks, tidbits, and blackmailing information on each of the guys at this school (give me time on the first years!) Cassie the Ravenclaw Prefect"
And it had directions to the Owlry. Harry tucked it in his pocket next to his wand and curled up in a chair with his book. It was about some small human-like creatures going on an adventure with an elf, a dwarf, and a few humans. He got so involved in his book he didn't notice Cassie walk into the common room. "MORNING!!!!"
Harry didn't jump out of his seat. He tried to twist to see her, grab a weapon and get to his feet, then remembered he didn't have to - it was safe here - and stopped.falling on the floor. With the pictures strewn around him. Cassie giggled. Harry glared at her as he gathered the pictures.
"Good morning, Cassie," he said, pleasantly.
She transfigured one of the chairs into a bean-bag chair and curled up in it, peering at Harry. "How are you this fine morning?" she asked, having switched from 'Hyper Cassie' to 'Normal Morning Cassie.'
Harry blinked at the sudden transition in her attitude. "I /was/ doing great. And I still would be, if my head wasn't hurting, I hadn't done something nasty to my ankle, possibly broken my wrist, lost my spot in my book, and broken my glasses. Did I mention I have a paper-cut on my knee?"
Cassie then switched back to 'Hyper Cassie' and said incredibly fast, "We'dbettergetyoutotheHospitalWingrightnow,letmejustgotellSarah!Wait Thatmightnotbeagoodidea,shemightdosomethingbadNowaitthisisSarah,Shewontgetan noyed,willshe?Yeah,shewill.Butshe'llbemoreannoyedifidonttellherwhereiamyeah, I'llgotellher."*
Harry blinked his confusion. He had managed to understand 'You to the Hospital Wing,' 'go tell Sarah' and 'Yeah, I'll go tell her.' He guessed that she had said something about bringing him to the hospital wing, and she was going to tell Sarah. He laughed as she speed off towards Sarah's rooms. /Its not that bad. If I could use elven magic then I could heal it up in three seconds./ At the words 'elven magic' he got a nagging sensation, that he should be using human. He muttered curses in elven. It wasn't like he was going to use elven magic. He tried to gather all the bits of his glasses, but couldn't see well enough.
Cassie ran into the common room, wand ready to conjure a stretcher, then she paused. "How do you conjure a stretcher again?" she said, tapping her wand against her cheek thoughtfully. "I think it's -" she muttered an incantation while making a complex gesture with her wand. "or is it."
Had Harry been standing he would have fallen over in disbelief. Seeing as how he was still on the ground, he got a worried look on his face. His paper-cut had started to bleed and he was worried that he would die of blood loss. (Or at least pass out, his more sensible side said) Cassie had managed to conjure a mechanical pencil, transfigure it into a mouse that clicked instead of squeaked, make Terry's shoe float, (he had come down at some point, his shoes were on the floor) and an array of other things that might be useful at some point, but not now.
"Oh well!" Cassie exclaimed suddenly. "I do, however remember how to conjure the Weasley Twins!" As she said Weasley Twins, Fred and George marched in with a stretcher. They maneuvered an amused Harry onto the stretcher and marched him up over to the Hospital Wing, making ambulance noises, effectively clearing the way.
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* For anyone who couldn't read what Cassie said, she said "We'd better get you to the Hospital Wing right now, let me just go tell Sarah! Wait, That might not be a good idea, she might do something bad. No, wait, this is Sarah, She won't get annoyed, will she? Yeah, she will. But she'll be more annoyed if I don't tell her where I am. Yeah, I'll go tell her."
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"Hup hup hup" the Weasley twins chanted before breakfast as they entered the Hospital Wing with bounce in their step, and Harry laying on the stretcher in between them.
A tall, lady appeared from around the corner. Her hair was long and brown, with silver hairs scattered throughout it, and was covered with a white cap, a long veil trailing down the back. Her full skirted robes were a dark red color, and Harry absently wondered if it was to disguise spills and stains. She wore an apron with large pockets, held to her body by a decorative red ribbon. "Already?" she asked looking at Harry, "Its not even the first day of classes! It wasn't" she looked over to the Weasley Twins, "you two, was it?"
"No, ma'am! Not us, Madam Pomfrey! No pranks before breakfast without good reason. That's our motto!" The Weasley Twins said, alternating sentences. "Besides, we're still preparing for tomorrow." They set harry down on a bed near a set of cabinets.
"I trust you've tested any spells, potions, powders, inhalants, curses, plants, or muggle means of wrecking havoc already? And I don't mean in a vision."
The other twin answered, "Of course! That's what little brothers are for, ya know."
Cassie ran in and jumped, hugging him around the neck. "HI FRED!!"
He caught her, swung her around to the front of him, set her down and looked at her. "How'd'ja know I wasn't George?"
"Well, you see, it's simple, really. I noticed last night that George had slightly shorter hair then you right here," Cassie poked a spot on the back Fred's head, "and so I can tell. How are you now, Harry?" she asked turning to Harry.
Harry drank the potion that was handed to him, grimacing at the taste. After he swallowed the last gulp, he looked at Cassie. "42, 42, rosebud... ugh" he said falling to his side, tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly, imitating a dead person.
Cassie laughed. Looking at the potion vial she said, "It's not /that/ bad, Harry. Unless she switched back to the unflavored one." Madam Pomfrey was casting a spell to heal his wrist.
Harry gagged at Cassie, exaggerating the disgusting-ness of the potion's flavor. "it's grape." he said, shuddering. Cassie sympathetically handed him a glass of water, muttering something about the three evils in the world- You-Know-Who, cold weather and artificial grape flavor. Harry gratefully accepted the paper cup as Madame Pomfrey healed his paper-cut.
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A/N: Ok, This didn't turn out quite the way I wanted it. But its still good, right? Each quote is worth 5 points, and there are, not including the disclaimer, 2 quotes. His book and a Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy reference. And if you've seen Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure and don't think its one of the stupidest movies ever, and can quote at least one line, get 1 more point. Cause its not really part of the fic, just the disclaimer, ya know, and at least one part has to have stuck in your brain, and stuff. yeah. So if you got everything, its 11 points. *marks down 11 on scorecard* Please review! And if anyone knows how to get italics, please let me know! *grumbles* As soon as I know how to, I'll swap these chapters with the ones where italics show up.
A/N: Ok, I'm kinda pissed off at a guy who's convinced that because about 2 years ago, I really liked anime and knew every term in existence, and voice actors and random trivia, (rather like how I am now with Harry Potter) that I must still be. And since I'm not an otaku like I used to be, that I must be a wannabe. And ya know what he uses to support this? The fact that I watch anime still, and still read manga. He doesn't understand the concept of 'wannabe.' Ya know, that whole bit about wanting to be something you're not? Yeah. so I'm kinda pissed at him. So what better way to cheer up then to post another chapter! Oh, and does anybody know why italics aren't showing up when I upload? It's confusing me. if anybody knows, please let me know!!!
Serry: Poor Serry, only up to 16. Why does everybody think I don't like Ron! I don't dislike him, Draco does! Not me! *sigh* oh well, I guess that emphasizing his stupidity does make it seem like I do. *blinks twice* hey, are you Saerry, as in Saerry Snape, as in the author of a few of my favorite fics? If you are, then I'm really happy, if not, then, oh well. I'm still happy!
Grrrinning Golden Retriever: Glad you like it! *sighs* what a wonderful thing to wake up to, a long review with lotsa questions. I won't spoil anything while replying reviews, such as why Harry was taken, but I will answer your questions. Mostly. Ok, He has no elven blood. He just had the potential to become a Mage, and the elves saw this. As for the LOTR question. you'll see. Legolas may have existed, but he's not where Harry was raised. Glad you like my explanation of where Cassie learned tengwar. The Dursleys are still there, and Dumbledor doesn't know he's not living with them. Oh, wait, the letters were addressed to him there, huh? Well. not in this story? I love being able to do that. I was actually planning some romance, but not till much later, and so far nothing with Harry. While my favorite pairing is HP/DM, they're just really good friends. I have this whole scene written where Draco is accusing Harry of being asexual, who accuses back.. Neither of them are, they just don't date much. *plotting evilly* Fourth year is going to be fun. Yes.. *snaps out of evil plotting mode* He doesn't see the point. He'd rather accept girls into his group of friends than date them. Like my big sister. As for the 5 chapter 1st year, not going to happen. Around winter break is when my plot line starts up, but I can't just come right out and say it, it starts up rather subtly. Not to mention my Gryffie and my Slythie would kill me if I left out some bits. Yeah, I plan on breaking it up into 7 different parts, and maybe a few side stories. As far as most the magical world knows the elves don't exist. And yeah, I have a beta, she was just being lazy, and I was being over-eager and such things.
Jordan: Really? You love it? That's good, cause I do too.
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Harry laid in bed for a while before getting up. He was out of bed before anyone in his dorm, so he picked up some things and went for a shower. When he got there, there were already a couple older boys taking showers, but Harry didn't care. They were talking about the Qudditch team, and how they didn't have another chaser or beater. The worst part, according to them, was that they couldn't find anyone in second year or above that was interested that they hadn't recruited. They had hoped one of the older boys would play, but he didn't want to this year. "Said something about that bloody hospital wing. And that nazi-nurse." the first guy said and the second one muttered "damn straight." Then it occurred to Harry that the first one was Roger Davies, and he didn't know the second one. He pulled out his shampoo, the kind that the elves used. It smelled like the tree tops after rain, Harry's second favorite smell. His absolute favorite was the smell of Jade cooking. Roger sniffed at it and wondered loudly, "Where's that smell coming from? It smells really good."
Harry laughed and said, "It my special shampoo. Treetops after rain."
"Hey, is that you, Harry? I didn't even know you came in."
"Yup, its me. So, why don't you scout out the first years?"
The second boy answered sullenly, "Cause they're not allowed to play without special permission from the headmaster or head of house. And Vector is stingy about first years on the team. Oh, by the way, my name's Thomas." His hand appeared above the shower and waved.
"Hello!" harry stuck his hand up and waved back. "Why is Vector so stingy?"
"Oh, all the teachers are stingy about first years on the house teams. Are you any good? We need a chaser and a beater." Roger said thoughtfully. "Maybe I can convince her."
Harry shrugged, unsure. "I don't know. I haven't played against much of anybody, just a couple of my da's old friends who my mum, in her diary, kept saying sucked. They might have gotten better. I'm really not sure." He rinsed out his hair and began to massage in the conditioner, which smelled like a sunny day in the forest. Which smelled almost exactly like treetops after rain. Only it canceled out the rain, leaving his hair dry and sun- warmed after he rinsed it out. He walked out of the shower just as Roger and Thomas walked out of their showers. Drying off, he chatted idly about Qudditch. Roger was a chaser and Thomas was a beater. Roger asked why Harry's hair was dry.
He just laughed and said, "A simple charmed conditioner my big sis made. It's," he pulled out the bottle and read the label, "Jade's A Sunny Day in the Treetops Conditioner." He flipped it over and read in a sales-person voice, "For best results, use with Jade's Treetops After Rain shampoo. Leaves hair smelling just like the forest on a sunny day. Top secret charms leave hair dry, warm and manageable." He looked up and grinned. "only six Sickles a bottle. Rush delivery available." The other two boys just looked at him.
Meanwhile, on the girls side of things.
Sarah stretched, yawning. She fumbled around for her wand sleepily. She found it just as Cassie energetically ran in. "LET THERE BE LIGHT!!!" and there was light. It was a very bright light.
"Morning Cassie." She said, rubbing her eyes. She grabbed her shower stuff and cloths.
"I'm gonna shower and then I promised Nicole I'd help her with." Sarah paused "everything."
Cassie laughed. "Except History of Magic."
"Of course. You think I was paying attention?" She snatched a scroll out of a pile and opened it up. "You think I know which rebellion this is?"
Cassie peered over her shoulder. "A goblin one."
Sarah looked at her. "So helpful." She set the scroll down and headed for the showers. Cassie sighed and went to see if any of the first years woke up early.
Over to the Common Room.
Harry was siting cross-legged on the floor looking through the pictures he'd chosen for Jade. Last night Cassie had added a short paragraph on each person, telling name, house, quirks, hobbies, ethnicity, and tidbits, and slipped them into an envelope. There were even a few pictures that he hadn't seen, Cassie had probably chosen them because they gave another view of one of the people Harry had chosen.
Then at the end of the stack it had a picture of Cassie waving and said in tengwar at the bottom, "Luvya, the only person who could send you name, ethnicity, hobbies, quirks, tidbits, and blackmailing information on each of the guys at this school (give me time on the first years!) Cassie the Ravenclaw Prefect"
And it had directions to the Owlry. Harry tucked it in his pocket next to his wand and curled up in a chair with his book. It was about some small human-like creatures going on an adventure with an elf, a dwarf, and a few humans. He got so involved in his book he didn't notice Cassie walk into the common room. "MORNING!!!!"
Harry didn't jump out of his seat. He tried to twist to see her, grab a weapon and get to his feet, then remembered he didn't have to - it was safe here - and stopped.falling on the floor. With the pictures strewn around him. Cassie giggled. Harry glared at her as he gathered the pictures.
"Good morning, Cassie," he said, pleasantly.
She transfigured one of the chairs into a bean-bag chair and curled up in it, peering at Harry. "How are you this fine morning?" she asked, having switched from 'Hyper Cassie' to 'Normal Morning Cassie.'
Harry blinked at the sudden transition in her attitude. "I /was/ doing great. And I still would be, if my head wasn't hurting, I hadn't done something nasty to my ankle, possibly broken my wrist, lost my spot in my book, and broken my glasses. Did I mention I have a paper-cut on my knee?"
Cassie then switched back to 'Hyper Cassie' and said incredibly fast, "We'dbettergetyoutotheHospitalWingrightnow,letmejustgotellSarah!Wait Thatmightnotbeagoodidea,shemightdosomethingbadNowaitthisisSarah,Shewontgetan noyed,willshe?Yeah,shewill.Butshe'llbemoreannoyedifidonttellherwhereiamyeah, I'llgotellher."*
Harry blinked his confusion. He had managed to understand 'You to the Hospital Wing,' 'go tell Sarah' and 'Yeah, I'll go tell her.' He guessed that she had said something about bringing him to the hospital wing, and she was going to tell Sarah. He laughed as she speed off towards Sarah's rooms. /Its not that bad. If I could use elven magic then I could heal it up in three seconds./ At the words 'elven magic' he got a nagging sensation, that he should be using human. He muttered curses in elven. It wasn't like he was going to use elven magic. He tried to gather all the bits of his glasses, but couldn't see well enough.
Cassie ran into the common room, wand ready to conjure a stretcher, then she paused. "How do you conjure a stretcher again?" she said, tapping her wand against her cheek thoughtfully. "I think it's -" she muttered an incantation while making a complex gesture with her wand. "or is it."
Had Harry been standing he would have fallen over in disbelief. Seeing as how he was still on the ground, he got a worried look on his face. His paper-cut had started to bleed and he was worried that he would die of blood loss. (Or at least pass out, his more sensible side said) Cassie had managed to conjure a mechanical pencil, transfigure it into a mouse that clicked instead of squeaked, make Terry's shoe float, (he had come down at some point, his shoes were on the floor) and an array of other things that might be useful at some point, but not now.
"Oh well!" Cassie exclaimed suddenly. "I do, however remember how to conjure the Weasley Twins!" As she said Weasley Twins, Fred and George marched in with a stretcher. They maneuvered an amused Harry onto the stretcher and marched him up over to the Hospital Wing, making ambulance noises, effectively clearing the way.
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* For anyone who couldn't read what Cassie said, she said "We'd better get you to the Hospital Wing right now, let me just go tell Sarah! Wait, That might not be a good idea, she might do something bad. No, wait, this is Sarah, She won't get annoyed, will she? Yeah, she will. But she'll be more annoyed if I don't tell her where I am. Yeah, I'll go tell her."
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"Hup hup hup" the Weasley twins chanted before breakfast as they entered the Hospital Wing with bounce in their step, and Harry laying on the stretcher in between them.
A tall, lady appeared from around the corner. Her hair was long and brown, with silver hairs scattered throughout it, and was covered with a white cap, a long veil trailing down the back. Her full skirted robes were a dark red color, and Harry absently wondered if it was to disguise spills and stains. She wore an apron with large pockets, held to her body by a decorative red ribbon. "Already?" she asked looking at Harry, "Its not even the first day of classes! It wasn't" she looked over to the Weasley Twins, "you two, was it?"
"No, ma'am! Not us, Madam Pomfrey! No pranks before breakfast without good reason. That's our motto!" The Weasley Twins said, alternating sentences. "Besides, we're still preparing for tomorrow." They set harry down on a bed near a set of cabinets.
"I trust you've tested any spells, potions, powders, inhalants, curses, plants, or muggle means of wrecking havoc already? And I don't mean in a vision."
The other twin answered, "Of course! That's what little brothers are for, ya know."
Cassie ran in and jumped, hugging him around the neck. "HI FRED!!"
He caught her, swung her around to the front of him, set her down and looked at her. "How'd'ja know I wasn't George?"
"Well, you see, it's simple, really. I noticed last night that George had slightly shorter hair then you right here," Cassie poked a spot on the back Fred's head, "and so I can tell. How are you now, Harry?" she asked turning to Harry.
Harry drank the potion that was handed to him, grimacing at the taste. After he swallowed the last gulp, he looked at Cassie. "42, 42, rosebud... ugh" he said falling to his side, tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly, imitating a dead person.
Cassie laughed. Looking at the potion vial she said, "It's not /that/ bad, Harry. Unless she switched back to the unflavored one." Madam Pomfrey was casting a spell to heal his wrist.
Harry gagged at Cassie, exaggerating the disgusting-ness of the potion's flavor. "it's grape." he said, shuddering. Cassie sympathetically handed him a glass of water, muttering something about the three evils in the world- You-Know-Who, cold weather and artificial grape flavor. Harry gratefully accepted the paper cup as Madame Pomfrey healed his paper-cut.
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A/N: Ok, This didn't turn out quite the way I wanted it. But its still good, right? Each quote is worth 5 points, and there are, not including the disclaimer, 2 quotes. His book and a Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy reference. And if you've seen Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure and don't think its one of the stupidest movies ever, and can quote at least one line, get 1 more point. Cause its not really part of the fic, just the disclaimer, ya know, and at least one part has to have stuck in your brain, and stuff. yeah. So if you got everything, its 11 points. *marks down 11 on scorecard* Please review! And if anyone knows how to get italics, please let me know! *grumbles* As soon as I know how to, I'll swap these chapters with the ones where italics show up.