Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, the characters, the places, or the
book's plot. All I have is my uniform, and a wand. *Draco's voice drawls
out from under his invisibility cloak* /'It doesn't even have a magical
core'/ So? /'It's not a real wand.'/ That's ok. You wouldn't want me
doing magic, anyway. /*shakes head* 'Muggles.'/
Ok, I know this one took me a while. oh, and /./ are italics. Just watch. they'll all turn up italics properly today.
Serry: Thanks muchly! All I ever remember is the line about the freight train.
Rhysel Ash: Yes, he does. I do think that we will be seeing a different Draco Malfoy. Not in public, maybe, but when its just friends, for sure. and when his friends get him into a nicer mood in public. Like that flash in front of the library. And how do you know that LotR wasn't written by a wizard? Well, technically, in this story, it was written by an elf, hence the tengwar in the back of the book. Who knows, Tolkien might still be floating around Underhill. He is an elf, after all. You'll have to wait till 3rd year to figure that one out.
magicsprite: Yeah, you're right on that assumption. And he doesn't like said professor anymore then the professor like him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
According to a combination of rumor and Harry's schedule, he had the worst teacher in the school first thing in the morning. Looking at the dungeon classroom he was sitting in, he couldn't help but think that the rumors were correct. It was dark (yet well lit, however that worked) and cold. He sincerely hoped that the teacher was somebody you wouldn't expect in a room like this. Like maybe Sirius. But the schedule said Snape and everybody said he was mean, dark and cold. Just like the room.
Suddenly the door opened with a loud 'SLAM' which made most the students, Harry included, sit up straight as a ruler, and a tall man with shoulder length greasy black hair strode in, robes billowing. /Appearances can be deceiving./ Harry thought, hoping that the appearance of the man clad in black was a deceiving one. He doubted it though. "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making." He said, arms folded when he got to the front of the room. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes," /Oh gods, I here music. must write down./ Harry thought, reluctant to take his eyes or attention off Professor Snape. He got down /simmering cauldron and shimmering fumes/ without him noticing, and Snape continued his music-inspiring speech, "the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death - IF you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." Harry's quill continued writing furiously. When he finished writing the word 'death,' thankfully, the music had stopped.
However, it seemed Snape had noticed him writing on his parchment. "However, perhaps some of us have come in possession of such skills that they are confident enough to Not. Pay. Attention." Harry cringed at the venom directed towards him. He set his quill down, and looked straight into the professor's black eyes. /They're kinda creepy.Thats probably gonna be in the song now./ "Mr. Potter. Our. New. Celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion on wormwood?" /That wasn't in our book../ thought Harry, confused. "You don't know? Clearly, Fame. Isn't. Everything. Well lets try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?"
/A bezoar. That sound familiar. An ingredient in our book. Why can't I remember where to find it?/ "I'd stop by the apothecary, Professor."
"What if the one in Diagon Ally was out?" the Potions Master said, slightly irritated.
"I'd look in Hogsmead."
"And what if they were both out?" Professor Snape said, irritation seeping into his voice.
Harry shrugged. "Knockturn Ally should have one."
"What if they, too, were out of bezoars?"
"Excuse me, sir, but I doubt that all three shops would be out at the same time." Harry could feel all the eyes in the room - including those creepy black ones - on him.
"Well, what if you didn't have time to go to an apothecary?" Snape snarled.
And then Harry remembered where to find a bezoar. He smiled sweetly and replied, "If you're short on time, you wouldn't exactly have time to go around checking goats' stomachs, would you?"
Snape growled. "One more question. what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" he inquired venomously.
"Absolutely nothing. Except for the fact that in the 18th century monkshood was powdered, wolfsbane was solid, and aconite was liquefied," Harry replied just a sweetly as if Snape was a little child asking if he liked cherry or orange lollipops better. He could hear the quills scribbling down what he had just said.
"For your information, Mr. Potter, if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion on wormwood I would get the draught of living death, a sleeping potion so powerful that the receivers can be easily mistaken for dead." He glared around at the Ravenclaws, who were all writing it down.
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/Who knew/ thought Harry, /that a simple potion to cure boils could do this?/ He had screwed it up. Well, it did cure the boils Professor Snape had put on him with a spell, it had also made his thumbs vanish. And, as he discovered, it also seemed to have an 'over time' effect. "Bloody hell," Harry stated in elven as he saved his face from the floor by putting his hands out. /I thought Jade was joking about my two left feet. I also thought she was joking about the fact that they both seem to reply to my subconscious 'left foot, forward,/ he thought, remembering when Jade was first teaching him how to dance. He was getting up when he heard a chuckle from behind him. He turned his head, to see Draco Malfoy leaning against the wall. "Greetings, Malfoy," Harry said once he was standing up, "What are you doing here? Class isn't over yet."
Draco shrugged. "Flitwick let me out early," he replied as Harry started jumping up the steps. The Malfoy heir slowly walked behind him, chatting about this and that.
About half way up the staircase, Harry turned his head, annoyed. "Care to help me a tad?" he asked.
"A Slytherin? Do something for somebody else's personal gain?" Draco asked in mock-horror. "Never!"
Harry sighed, ducked into a secret passageway, and started crawling along. He didn't have two left knees, and he thanked every god and goddess that there was. He sincerely hoped that they didn't hear that and decide to give him two left knees, just because it would be funny.
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A while later Harry was sitting at the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall. Lunch was about to start, and he had nothing better to do. Madam Pince wasn't in the library, so he wasn't allowed in. He had snagged a book out of his trunk and went down for lunch, already hungry.
He was about half way through the first chapter when Hedwig flew in and dropped a small sack and a letter in front of him. He scratched his bird on the head, and she hooted and flew off. He opened the letter, which was from Jade. It read:
Dear Harry, So, school's going okay? The pictures are really cute! Aiden says that he doesn't need your help, thank-you-very-much, but it has been quieter. Aiden insists its because you aren't there to yell at him, and I must agree with that to some extent. I have noooooooo clue who the suits of armor make you think of. unless they're adorable, in which case, they make you think of me. Lets see. you were put in Ravenclaw. Wit. learning. yeah, that sounds like Harry. Always curious. In the pouch is the rest of the letters. When you said all of us, you meant all of us, huh? I haven't had so many people reading over my shoulder since. I don't remember when. Well, I've got to go. Aiden is. Up to something.
Love, peace, and marshmallows in corella, (insert picture of steaming mug) Jade
Harry chuckled and opened the bag. It turned out to be many, many shrunk letters, and a few things he left behind. He tapped his wand against the first roll of parchment, and opened it. It was a letter from the elders, reminding him not to do anything that the humans might connect with them. He sighed and set it on the table. He was reading through the letters, and didn't notice when Cassie sat down near him. He did, however notice when a large group of Hufflepuffs walked in, chattering loudly. He re-shrunk the large pile of parchment, and the two pieces of binder paper, and slipped them into the bag, greeting the small group of Ravenclaws that had gathered.
End Chapter 6!
A/N: *sighs* this one took me a while to be happy with. I had it done a couple of days ago, but I really didn't like bits of it. It still seems rather short. And I then I decided to go through and put /./ around italics, cause I still can't get them to go. And school started up. And I'm working on a new fic. Which still needs a name. It's gonna be HP/DM. And I still only have bits of it. Oh well. Oh, hey, if anybody wants to design an elf or two, complete with name, description/picture, personality, personality regarding humans, or without all those things, even just a name, I'd be muchly grateful if you sent said things to me in a review or an email! My email is the_kochan@yahoo.com I will use them! If not this year, then third year. Oh, and see that little button? The one next to send review? Poke it. It's magic. *Cassie's voice floats in from other room* /Nah, just drugs./ Or that.
Ok, I know this one took me a while. oh, and /./ are italics. Just watch. they'll all turn up italics properly today.
Serry: Thanks muchly! All I ever remember is the line about the freight train.
Rhysel Ash: Yes, he does. I do think that we will be seeing a different Draco Malfoy. Not in public, maybe, but when its just friends, for sure. and when his friends get him into a nicer mood in public. Like that flash in front of the library. And how do you know that LotR wasn't written by a wizard? Well, technically, in this story, it was written by an elf, hence the tengwar in the back of the book. Who knows, Tolkien might still be floating around Underhill. He is an elf, after all. You'll have to wait till 3rd year to figure that one out.
magicsprite: Yeah, you're right on that assumption. And he doesn't like said professor anymore then the professor like him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
According to a combination of rumor and Harry's schedule, he had the worst teacher in the school first thing in the morning. Looking at the dungeon classroom he was sitting in, he couldn't help but think that the rumors were correct. It was dark (yet well lit, however that worked) and cold. He sincerely hoped that the teacher was somebody you wouldn't expect in a room like this. Like maybe Sirius. But the schedule said Snape and everybody said he was mean, dark and cold. Just like the room.
Suddenly the door opened with a loud 'SLAM' which made most the students, Harry included, sit up straight as a ruler, and a tall man with shoulder length greasy black hair strode in, robes billowing. /Appearances can be deceiving./ Harry thought, hoping that the appearance of the man clad in black was a deceiving one. He doubted it though. "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making." He said, arms folded when he got to the front of the room. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes," /Oh gods, I here music. must write down./ Harry thought, reluctant to take his eyes or attention off Professor Snape. He got down /simmering cauldron and shimmering fumes/ without him noticing, and Snape continued his music-inspiring speech, "the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death - IF you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." Harry's quill continued writing furiously. When he finished writing the word 'death,' thankfully, the music had stopped.
However, it seemed Snape had noticed him writing on his parchment. "However, perhaps some of us have come in possession of such skills that they are confident enough to Not. Pay. Attention." Harry cringed at the venom directed towards him. He set his quill down, and looked straight into the professor's black eyes. /They're kinda creepy.Thats probably gonna be in the song now./ "Mr. Potter. Our. New. Celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion on wormwood?" /That wasn't in our book../ thought Harry, confused. "You don't know? Clearly, Fame. Isn't. Everything. Well lets try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?"
/A bezoar. That sound familiar. An ingredient in our book. Why can't I remember where to find it?/ "I'd stop by the apothecary, Professor."
"What if the one in Diagon Ally was out?" the Potions Master said, slightly irritated.
"I'd look in Hogsmead."
"And what if they were both out?" Professor Snape said, irritation seeping into his voice.
Harry shrugged. "Knockturn Ally should have one."
"What if they, too, were out of bezoars?"
"Excuse me, sir, but I doubt that all three shops would be out at the same time." Harry could feel all the eyes in the room - including those creepy black ones - on him.
"Well, what if you didn't have time to go to an apothecary?" Snape snarled.
And then Harry remembered where to find a bezoar. He smiled sweetly and replied, "If you're short on time, you wouldn't exactly have time to go around checking goats' stomachs, would you?"
Snape growled. "One more question. what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" he inquired venomously.
"Absolutely nothing. Except for the fact that in the 18th century monkshood was powdered, wolfsbane was solid, and aconite was liquefied," Harry replied just a sweetly as if Snape was a little child asking if he liked cherry or orange lollipops better. He could hear the quills scribbling down what he had just said.
"For your information, Mr. Potter, if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion on wormwood I would get the draught of living death, a sleeping potion so powerful that the receivers can be easily mistaken for dead." He glared around at the Ravenclaws, who were all writing it down.
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/Who knew/ thought Harry, /that a simple potion to cure boils could do this?/ He had screwed it up. Well, it did cure the boils Professor Snape had put on him with a spell, it had also made his thumbs vanish. And, as he discovered, it also seemed to have an 'over time' effect. "Bloody hell," Harry stated in elven as he saved his face from the floor by putting his hands out. /I thought Jade was joking about my two left feet. I also thought she was joking about the fact that they both seem to reply to my subconscious 'left foot, forward,/ he thought, remembering when Jade was first teaching him how to dance. He was getting up when he heard a chuckle from behind him. He turned his head, to see Draco Malfoy leaning against the wall. "Greetings, Malfoy," Harry said once he was standing up, "What are you doing here? Class isn't over yet."
Draco shrugged. "Flitwick let me out early," he replied as Harry started jumping up the steps. The Malfoy heir slowly walked behind him, chatting about this and that.
About half way up the staircase, Harry turned his head, annoyed. "Care to help me a tad?" he asked.
"A Slytherin? Do something for somebody else's personal gain?" Draco asked in mock-horror. "Never!"
Harry sighed, ducked into a secret passageway, and started crawling along. He didn't have two left knees, and he thanked every god and goddess that there was. He sincerely hoped that they didn't hear that and decide to give him two left knees, just because it would be funny.
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A while later Harry was sitting at the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall. Lunch was about to start, and he had nothing better to do. Madam Pince wasn't in the library, so he wasn't allowed in. He had snagged a book out of his trunk and went down for lunch, already hungry.
He was about half way through the first chapter when Hedwig flew in and dropped a small sack and a letter in front of him. He scratched his bird on the head, and she hooted and flew off. He opened the letter, which was from Jade. It read:
Dear Harry, So, school's going okay? The pictures are really cute! Aiden says that he doesn't need your help, thank-you-very-much, but it has been quieter. Aiden insists its because you aren't there to yell at him, and I must agree with that to some extent. I have noooooooo clue who the suits of armor make you think of. unless they're adorable, in which case, they make you think of me. Lets see. you were put in Ravenclaw. Wit. learning. yeah, that sounds like Harry. Always curious. In the pouch is the rest of the letters. When you said all of us, you meant all of us, huh? I haven't had so many people reading over my shoulder since. I don't remember when. Well, I've got to go. Aiden is. Up to something.
Love, peace, and marshmallows in corella, (insert picture of steaming mug) Jade
Harry chuckled and opened the bag. It turned out to be many, many shrunk letters, and a few things he left behind. He tapped his wand against the first roll of parchment, and opened it. It was a letter from the elders, reminding him not to do anything that the humans might connect with them. He sighed and set it on the table. He was reading through the letters, and didn't notice when Cassie sat down near him. He did, however notice when a large group of Hufflepuffs walked in, chattering loudly. He re-shrunk the large pile of parchment, and the two pieces of binder paper, and slipped them into the bag, greeting the small group of Ravenclaws that had gathered.
End Chapter 6!
A/N: *sighs* this one took me a while to be happy with. I had it done a couple of days ago, but I really didn't like bits of it. It still seems rather short. And I then I decided to go through and put /./ around italics, cause I still can't get them to go. And school started up. And I'm working on a new fic. Which still needs a name. It's gonna be HP/DM. And I still only have bits of it. Oh well. Oh, hey, if anybody wants to design an elf or two, complete with name, description/picture, personality, personality regarding humans, or without all those things, even just a name, I'd be muchly grateful if you sent said things to me in a review or an email! My email is the_kochan@yahoo.com I will use them! If not this year, then third year. Oh, and see that little button? The one next to send review? Poke it. It's magic. *Cassie's voice floats in from other room* /Nah, just drugs./ Or that.