Chapter 5
"Well you're back late." Caroline sat crossed legged on the bed, between
Megan and Lilly's beds, when Megan came into her dorm. "I had business to
take care of." "Yeah, yeah I know how that goes." "How what goes?" "Well
normally at ten thirty at night you're bouncing of the walls asking for
chocolate pudding. Now you're abnormally quiet." "I don't always ask for
chocolate pudding at ten-thirty." She protested. "Sometimes I ask for
vanilla!" "I mean I can sense there's a guy involved." "A guy? You're
nuts!"
"Yeah right. It's as obvious as Lilly and James one day hooking up. Don't
try to fool me." "What ever. Hey Caroline, speaking of Lilly, where is
she?" "I don't know. James popped in twenty minutes ago while she was
sleeping. He lifted her over his shoulder and said he'd return her within
the next hour." "Oh. Hey Caroline, one more thing," Megan was lying face up
deep in thought. "Yeah, Megan?" "Ya got any chocolate pudding?"
"Harry how do you suppose we get out of here?" Ron was sitting on the bed in one of the Slytherine dorms. "I really don't know, Ron. But it's a good thing we figured how to stop the interaction sequence." "Yeah." "I actually think I've read something on this." Draco was leaning against a dresser. "Wow, you did anything but gloat, Malfoy. That's surprising." "Shut it Weasly. My point is I know how to get out." "Fine how do we get out?" "Well, Potter, if you knew anything, you'd know that we can't get out of here." "WHAT?!" Ron jumped up. "You do know, Malfoy, that if you disappear in a memory, no one would find out!" "Ron, chill for a second." Harry turned. "Malfoy, what do you mean by we can't get out of here?" "I mean that we have to go through all of Professor Snape's memories before a portal opens to let us out." "Well, at least we can get some great blackmail opportunities." Yeah, Weasly, then I'll have to report you for unauthorized entry into a classroom." "Well we might as well seize the opportunity if we have to wait." "I guess you have a point." Ron suddenly sat up. "Harry, you're glowing again." "I'll alert the media." Malfoy rolled his eyes. "YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO HIM!" "Bloody hell... what was that?" Ron jumped at the sound of a scream. "Well why don't you just mind your own business, Ms. Ordune?" A crash followed a low hissing voice, filled with hatred. "Or why don't I just tell the headmaster what's been going on between you and a certain student?" "You wouldn't!" "What makes you think I wouldn't? You were found abusing a student, but not just and student. He's you son for heaven's sake!" "Get out of this office now, you little brat!" At that second, Megan Ordune came flying out into the hall and slamming into the wall. She sunk down and began to gingerly rub her arm that hit the wall. "Hey, Potter," "Yeah, Draco." "Shouldn't the professor be around him somewhere? It's his memory and we're not in the interacting stage." "Well her obviously must be here somewhere." Megan stood up and walked away, passed Harry Ron and Draco then stopped around the corner. "I couldn't do it. I thought I could do it but I can't." They peered around to where Megan stopped. "It's Ok, baby you tried. You didn't have to do it, but you tried." They found Megan leaning into the arms of their potions teacher. The next day (or memory depending on how you look at it), the Gryffendors and Slytherines were having potions together. The crew walked in to find Servius Snape sitting in the back desk in the musky dungeon classroom, and Megan two seats in front of him. "Today class we'll be learning to create aphrodisiacs or love potions if you wan to use the common name." Professor Ranovious Snape briskly walked into the room. "Well maybe you should use it on you- know who." "Who? Voldemort?" Caroline and Megan began to argue incessantly over whether or Megan should use a love potion on Snape or Voldemort. "MS. ORDUNE! Why, may I ask, are you talking in my class?" The professor's head turned quickly away from whatever he was writing on the black board. (Which coincidentally was green. Go figure!) "Because I always talk in your class. And I don't know if you noticed but she's talking to." SS: No! Don't back talk. He's in a bad mood. "Megan I'll be expecting you tonight in detention." "Well what about her? She was talking too!" "Well no doubt, you were the source of the problem, like you always are." His mouth twisted into a sneer. He new he had the little brat where he wanted her. "Well fine." "Good now if you don't mind we'll be getting back to class. MO: What's his deal? Yeah well actually I know he's still cheesed off about last night. I always talk in his class and he just now decides to give me detention. Ya think he would have realized that detention doesn't work! And now he keeps droning on about something or other. Don't worry; I'll make sure I put him through a living hell tonight. Evil laugh inside of mind "Megan, why are you laughing?" Caroline leaned over and tapped her on the shoulder. "I'm not laughing." "Yes you are." "No I'm not." "Yes." "No. I'm practicing my... deep yoga breathing exercise." "What ever." Caroline turned back around to listen to the endless buzzing sound that came from the professor. Or at least it was just a buzzing sound to Megan. "MEGAN! What are you doing?!" Professor Ranovious turned, yet again towards her. "Just doin' my yoga sir!" She then hopped out of her desk and on to the floor where she twisted her body into a complicated form. "Get back into your seat. NOW ORDUE!" The words hissed out through clenched teeth. "Fine, but when I get arthritis because of lack of movement in my young age, I'm gonna take a lawsuit and shove it up your butt!" "Get in your seat!" MO: I'm sort f wondering why he gave me detention for talking and not for threatening to shove a lawsuit up his butt.
At detention that evening Harry Ron and Draco went into the room unseen. "Sit sown!" Ranovious practically spat out his words as he tossed a large black quill onto a desk. "OH COOL! It's the etchy quill!" Megan sat down in the desk, deliberately flopping down hard enough to break the chair. "Oops!" She said in a mock surprise. "I'm sorry, Professor, it broke." The professor tried not to look to aggravated. He didn't want it to spoil his plan. He knew that his time would come and hers would end soon enough. "Just move to another seat. I'll have Filch fix it later. Just do your detention work." He hissed out his response, not surprising that he was the head of Slytherine. "What do I have to write this time mista R? I shall not talk in class, even though I do it every day and just get detention this time because the teacher beats his kid." "Watch your tongue before it lands you in bigger trouble." Megan stuck out her tongue and crossed her eyes. "Sorry, teach, it just happening." "You'll right, 'I shall keep my nose in my own business'." "I'm sort of getting the feeling that this isn't about the talking in class." "You are a bright one are you?" "Yup! In fact I got187 O.W.L.s last year." The professor slammed a bottle of acid-green ink on her desk. "Be careful what you say. You wouldn't ant to land yourself in more trouble, would you?" "Well I wouldn't, but with my luck and hyperactive-ness I probably will." "Just write!" "Well fine!" As Megan began to write on the scroll the usual words began to etch into her skin. She didn't flinch because she was used to it. Again and again she dipped the quill into the unfamiliar ink, leaving a deeper and deeper wound. "This is getting boring, Harry." Ron whispered. "Yeah, Potter, I'm leaving." Draco and Ron strolled out into the hall. "Wait guys! I'm coming!" Harry began to run after them, leaving Megan alone in the room with the Professor. Harry Ron and Draco will not be appearing in the story for a while. Let's just say Ron had some business with a certain girl. Cough 'Lilly'. And the others were busy trying to stop whatever he was doing. An hour later, Megan walked out of the classroom to find Servius waiting in the hall. "What are you doing? It's after hours." Megan asked. "I wanted to make sure you made it out okay." "Make it out okay? What do you mean? It's just detention." "Yeah, but it's detention with my father. And that can mean anything." They both began to walk to the dorms, for fear of getting caught. "It doesn't matter. You shouldn't be out after curfew. You'd get detention. You know your father doesn't like that." "Yeah I know." He slumped his shoulders and looked down. It wasn't a pleasant thinking of what his father would do when he was mad. "But I just wanted to make sure you were okay. It's a risk worth taking." He brought his eyes to meet her shining blue eyes, which should be called jewels rather than eyes. "Awwww! That's sweet of y— yawn." Megan leaned against the wall when they reached the Slytherine entrance. "Are you okay, babe?" Servius helped her back onto her feet. "Yeah. I'm just a bit---" Megan fell to the floor, unconscious.
"Harry how do you suppose we get out of here?" Ron was sitting on the bed in one of the Slytherine dorms. "I really don't know, Ron. But it's a good thing we figured how to stop the interaction sequence." "Yeah." "I actually think I've read something on this." Draco was leaning against a dresser. "Wow, you did anything but gloat, Malfoy. That's surprising." "Shut it Weasly. My point is I know how to get out." "Fine how do we get out?" "Well, Potter, if you knew anything, you'd know that we can't get out of here." "WHAT?!" Ron jumped up. "You do know, Malfoy, that if you disappear in a memory, no one would find out!" "Ron, chill for a second." Harry turned. "Malfoy, what do you mean by we can't get out of here?" "I mean that we have to go through all of Professor Snape's memories before a portal opens to let us out." "Well, at least we can get some great blackmail opportunities." Yeah, Weasly, then I'll have to report you for unauthorized entry into a classroom." "Well we might as well seize the opportunity if we have to wait." "I guess you have a point." Ron suddenly sat up. "Harry, you're glowing again." "I'll alert the media." Malfoy rolled his eyes. "YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO HIM!" "Bloody hell... what was that?" Ron jumped at the sound of a scream. "Well why don't you just mind your own business, Ms. Ordune?" A crash followed a low hissing voice, filled with hatred. "Or why don't I just tell the headmaster what's been going on between you and a certain student?" "You wouldn't!" "What makes you think I wouldn't? You were found abusing a student, but not just and student. He's you son for heaven's sake!" "Get out of this office now, you little brat!" At that second, Megan Ordune came flying out into the hall and slamming into the wall. She sunk down and began to gingerly rub her arm that hit the wall. "Hey, Potter," "Yeah, Draco." "Shouldn't the professor be around him somewhere? It's his memory and we're not in the interacting stage." "Well her obviously must be here somewhere." Megan stood up and walked away, passed Harry Ron and Draco then stopped around the corner. "I couldn't do it. I thought I could do it but I can't." They peered around to where Megan stopped. "It's Ok, baby you tried. You didn't have to do it, but you tried." They found Megan leaning into the arms of their potions teacher. The next day (or memory depending on how you look at it), the Gryffendors and Slytherines were having potions together. The crew walked in to find Servius Snape sitting in the back desk in the musky dungeon classroom, and Megan two seats in front of him. "Today class we'll be learning to create aphrodisiacs or love potions if you wan to use the common name." Professor Ranovious Snape briskly walked into the room. "Well maybe you should use it on you- know who." "Who? Voldemort?" Caroline and Megan began to argue incessantly over whether or Megan should use a love potion on Snape or Voldemort. "MS. ORDUNE! Why, may I ask, are you talking in my class?" The professor's head turned quickly away from whatever he was writing on the black board. (Which coincidentally was green. Go figure!) "Because I always talk in your class. And I don't know if you noticed but she's talking to." SS: No! Don't back talk. He's in a bad mood. "Megan I'll be expecting you tonight in detention." "Well what about her? She was talking too!" "Well no doubt, you were the source of the problem, like you always are." His mouth twisted into a sneer. He new he had the little brat where he wanted her. "Well fine." "Good now if you don't mind we'll be getting back to class. MO: What's his deal? Yeah well actually I know he's still cheesed off about last night. I always talk in his class and he just now decides to give me detention. Ya think he would have realized that detention doesn't work! And now he keeps droning on about something or other. Don't worry; I'll make sure I put him through a living hell tonight. Evil laugh inside of mind "Megan, why are you laughing?" Caroline leaned over and tapped her on the shoulder. "I'm not laughing." "Yes you are." "No I'm not." "Yes." "No. I'm practicing my... deep yoga breathing exercise." "What ever." Caroline turned back around to listen to the endless buzzing sound that came from the professor. Or at least it was just a buzzing sound to Megan. "MEGAN! What are you doing?!" Professor Ranovious turned, yet again towards her. "Just doin' my yoga sir!" She then hopped out of her desk and on to the floor where she twisted her body into a complicated form. "Get back into your seat. NOW ORDUE!" The words hissed out through clenched teeth. "Fine, but when I get arthritis because of lack of movement in my young age, I'm gonna take a lawsuit and shove it up your butt!" "Get in your seat!" MO: I'm sort f wondering why he gave me detention for talking and not for threatening to shove a lawsuit up his butt.
At detention that evening Harry Ron and Draco went into the room unseen. "Sit sown!" Ranovious practically spat out his words as he tossed a large black quill onto a desk. "OH COOL! It's the etchy quill!" Megan sat down in the desk, deliberately flopping down hard enough to break the chair. "Oops!" She said in a mock surprise. "I'm sorry, Professor, it broke." The professor tried not to look to aggravated. He didn't want it to spoil his plan. He knew that his time would come and hers would end soon enough. "Just move to another seat. I'll have Filch fix it later. Just do your detention work." He hissed out his response, not surprising that he was the head of Slytherine. "What do I have to write this time mista R? I shall not talk in class, even though I do it every day and just get detention this time because the teacher beats his kid." "Watch your tongue before it lands you in bigger trouble." Megan stuck out her tongue and crossed her eyes. "Sorry, teach, it just happening." "You'll right, 'I shall keep my nose in my own business'." "I'm sort of getting the feeling that this isn't about the talking in class." "You are a bright one are you?" "Yup! In fact I got187 O.W.L.s last year." The professor slammed a bottle of acid-green ink on her desk. "Be careful what you say. You wouldn't ant to land yourself in more trouble, would you?" "Well I wouldn't, but with my luck and hyperactive-ness I probably will." "Just write!" "Well fine!" As Megan began to write on the scroll the usual words began to etch into her skin. She didn't flinch because she was used to it. Again and again she dipped the quill into the unfamiliar ink, leaving a deeper and deeper wound. "This is getting boring, Harry." Ron whispered. "Yeah, Potter, I'm leaving." Draco and Ron strolled out into the hall. "Wait guys! I'm coming!" Harry began to run after them, leaving Megan alone in the room with the Professor. Harry Ron and Draco will not be appearing in the story for a while. Let's just say Ron had some business with a certain girl. Cough 'Lilly'. And the others were busy trying to stop whatever he was doing. An hour later, Megan walked out of the classroom to find Servius waiting in the hall. "What are you doing? It's after hours." Megan asked. "I wanted to make sure you made it out okay." "Make it out okay? What do you mean? It's just detention." "Yeah, but it's detention with my father. And that can mean anything." They both began to walk to the dorms, for fear of getting caught. "It doesn't matter. You shouldn't be out after curfew. You'd get detention. You know your father doesn't like that." "Yeah I know." He slumped his shoulders and looked down. It wasn't a pleasant thinking of what his father would do when he was mad. "But I just wanted to make sure you were okay. It's a risk worth taking." He brought his eyes to meet her shining blue eyes, which should be called jewels rather than eyes. "Awwww! That's sweet of y— yawn." Megan leaned against the wall when they reached the Slytherine entrance. "Are you okay, babe?" Servius helped her back onto her feet. "Yeah. I'm just a bit---" Megan fell to the floor, unconscious.