a/n:Thanks again, to Lilykins for the review. Don't worry about the plan, it'll take place in or around chapter 17. It's a five-phase-vengeance-scheme that won't fail. Now the vision with the Farsight will have to wait until later in the story. Chapter five will be a pretty short one, but here it is any way.
Chapter # 5:Prefection
The brown rat scurried over to the window sill, noticing that it was slightly open, he squeezed under the gap and vanished into the dark night. Rain poured heavily down upon him as he ran down the castle and over the wide grounds. He swept forth Hagird's hut just as the door swugn open to reveal the half-giant himself. With his boarhound, Fang, on a leash. He held a lantern that shined bright right where Peter stood. He hissed at the half-wit and ran towards the forest. Hagrid shrugged.
"C'mon Fang," Hagrid said, nudging Fang toward the forest entrance.
"I'm telling you, it'll work." Harry told Ron as they stepped up the Grand Staircase toward Gryffindor Tower. "Malfoy deserves it, and you always said, you'd like to push him off of a glacier. But the hill on the grounds is closest to a glacier we've got during the Winter."
"Sounds kind of risky." Ron said, "But, hey, I'm up for it!" he smiled. They reached the Fat Lady's picture and gave the password. Hermione and Miles were studying near the fire. "So Miles, you're an exchange student? Sorry, couldn't help but overhear your conversation with Hermione earlier. So what's it like, Beauxbatons?"
Miles hesitated for several moments before answering, "It's kind of like Hogwarts. Though the grounds are bigger. We're not allowed to set a foot outside without the head of the house's supervision though. The French wizarding world is dangerous. They say dragons can't be tamed, but there you'll see the French Ministry of Magic riding them like an everyday horse. Norwegian Ridgebacks are the only ones I've seen tamed, anyway. So maybe Norbert was tamed as well." he said, shutting his Herbology book. "If you wanna ask someone else, go ask Jet. He and some kid from Hufflepuff exchanged places. And don't worry, he's from England. Just went to a different school."
"You mean there were student exchanges over the summer? Hermione why didn't you go?" Ron joked. Hermione raised her eyebrows in a "Why didn't I?" way.
"Yeah, he's their new seeker or something. I just know that he's very, very good." Miles said with warning.
"Better watch out Harry." Ron said, "Could be dangerous."
"The only one he picks on is me, so I doubt Harry has anything to worry about." Miles said standing up. He sat back down in an armchair to watch the fire crackle.
"Dunno 'bout you, but I'm trying out for the Keeper's spot tomorrow afternoon. Maybe I'll get a glimpse of 'im at practice!" Ron said excitedly.
There wasn't much talk after that, they all went to bed shortly after their conversation. The next day would be the day he would try out for his spot on the team. Neither Harry, nor Ron could sleep that night, a new team Keeper would be chosen and then the following day would be their first practice of the year.
Peter morphed back into his human form and crept toward a large bundle of trees. He dived into them and was surrounded by a cozy, rocky cave. A great fire was cackling in front of Voldemort, still dressed in his long, dark robe. "So I see you've proven your loyalty once again Wormtail." he said hoarsley. "That is.........If you've disposed of the boy."
"I apologize master! I failed to destroy him, but if you'd give me another chance, I could destroy him during-" Wormtail started. Voldemort rudely interupted him with a shout.
"Imbecile! This is the fourth time we have failed to murder the boy! Though many more of my "loyal" Death Eaters are arriving, there is still one that has a far journey. And don't say you don't know who I'm talking about." Voldemort said, turning to face Peter. Even Peter, who had never seen anything of Voldemort's face. He always stared into the blackness of his hood. Peter stared at him with a confused look on his face.
"CENTENNIAL BRANCH!" he roared. Peter cowered in fear, his lower lip trembling. "Peter, you will bring back Potter and his friends, dead. Or else something unwanted to the likes of you will be casted to 'Scabbers'. And this is not a threat......It's a promise." Voldemort said, he drew his wand.
"N-No master! Please! I beg of you!" Wormtail plead. But he was too late, Voldemort had casted one of the Unforgivable Curses upon him and a loud scream could be heard throughout the castle, over the grounds and to the deepest points in the forest. Voldemort had casted none other than the Cruciatus Curse.
The following day wasn't rushed at all. The Students could sleep in because of the weekend, the Gryffindor Quidditch team was choosing the new Keeper. Ron rushed out to the stadium with Harry and Hermione. Miles, however, was inside the castle, exploring to his heart's content. Ron stood in line with many other Keepers. So far all of them were doing very well. Able to reflect every shot that was thrown at them. Angelina Johnson, who was the Captain and star Chaser of the Gryffindor team, was throwing the Quaffle to each one of the Keepers. Ron missed most of the throws but he began to catch on. At the last five minutes of practice, he caught every last throw they gave him. It was three o' clock by the time they finished. Ron was sweaty, and dirty from the ground catches he made.
"Nice job, Ron." Harry complimented as they headed out of the stadium.
"Yeah, I should get a notice if I made the team or not by Monday. Hope it won't interfere with my night duty." he said casually. Hermione walked beside him, listening to their conversation.
"Night duty?" Harry questioned.
"Didn't we tell you? Hermione and I have been selected as prefects!" he said proudly.
"Prefects?" Harry said, as though time was flying right past him. "Wow...." was all he could say.
a/c:Well, here's chapter five, short, but it does make the prefect thing fit in somewhere in the story. Keep reading and review!
Chapter # 5:Prefection
The brown rat scurried over to the window sill, noticing that it was slightly open, he squeezed under the gap and vanished into the dark night. Rain poured heavily down upon him as he ran down the castle and over the wide grounds. He swept forth Hagird's hut just as the door swugn open to reveal the half-giant himself. With his boarhound, Fang, on a leash. He held a lantern that shined bright right where Peter stood. He hissed at the half-wit and ran towards the forest. Hagrid shrugged.
"C'mon Fang," Hagrid said, nudging Fang toward the forest entrance.
"I'm telling you, it'll work." Harry told Ron as they stepped up the Grand Staircase toward Gryffindor Tower. "Malfoy deserves it, and you always said, you'd like to push him off of a glacier. But the hill on the grounds is closest to a glacier we've got during the Winter."
"Sounds kind of risky." Ron said, "But, hey, I'm up for it!" he smiled. They reached the Fat Lady's picture and gave the password. Hermione and Miles were studying near the fire. "So Miles, you're an exchange student? Sorry, couldn't help but overhear your conversation with Hermione earlier. So what's it like, Beauxbatons?"
Miles hesitated for several moments before answering, "It's kind of like Hogwarts. Though the grounds are bigger. We're not allowed to set a foot outside without the head of the house's supervision though. The French wizarding world is dangerous. They say dragons can't be tamed, but there you'll see the French Ministry of Magic riding them like an everyday horse. Norwegian Ridgebacks are the only ones I've seen tamed, anyway. So maybe Norbert was tamed as well." he said, shutting his Herbology book. "If you wanna ask someone else, go ask Jet. He and some kid from Hufflepuff exchanged places. And don't worry, he's from England. Just went to a different school."
"You mean there were student exchanges over the summer? Hermione why didn't you go?" Ron joked. Hermione raised her eyebrows in a "Why didn't I?" way.
"Yeah, he's their new seeker or something. I just know that he's very, very good." Miles said with warning.
"Better watch out Harry." Ron said, "Could be dangerous."
"The only one he picks on is me, so I doubt Harry has anything to worry about." Miles said standing up. He sat back down in an armchair to watch the fire crackle.
"Dunno 'bout you, but I'm trying out for the Keeper's spot tomorrow afternoon. Maybe I'll get a glimpse of 'im at practice!" Ron said excitedly.
There wasn't much talk after that, they all went to bed shortly after their conversation. The next day would be the day he would try out for his spot on the team. Neither Harry, nor Ron could sleep that night, a new team Keeper would be chosen and then the following day would be their first practice of the year.
Peter morphed back into his human form and crept toward a large bundle of trees. He dived into them and was surrounded by a cozy, rocky cave. A great fire was cackling in front of Voldemort, still dressed in his long, dark robe. "So I see you've proven your loyalty once again Wormtail." he said hoarsley. "That is.........If you've disposed of the boy."
"I apologize master! I failed to destroy him, but if you'd give me another chance, I could destroy him during-" Wormtail started. Voldemort rudely interupted him with a shout.
"Imbecile! This is the fourth time we have failed to murder the boy! Though many more of my "loyal" Death Eaters are arriving, there is still one that has a far journey. And don't say you don't know who I'm talking about." Voldemort said, turning to face Peter. Even Peter, who had never seen anything of Voldemort's face. He always stared into the blackness of his hood. Peter stared at him with a confused look on his face.
"CENTENNIAL BRANCH!" he roared. Peter cowered in fear, his lower lip trembling. "Peter, you will bring back Potter and his friends, dead. Or else something unwanted to the likes of you will be casted to 'Scabbers'. And this is not a threat......It's a promise." Voldemort said, he drew his wand.
"N-No master! Please! I beg of you!" Wormtail plead. But he was too late, Voldemort had casted one of the Unforgivable Curses upon him and a loud scream could be heard throughout the castle, over the grounds and to the deepest points in the forest. Voldemort had casted none other than the Cruciatus Curse.
The following day wasn't rushed at all. The Students could sleep in because of the weekend, the Gryffindor Quidditch team was choosing the new Keeper. Ron rushed out to the stadium with Harry and Hermione. Miles, however, was inside the castle, exploring to his heart's content. Ron stood in line with many other Keepers. So far all of them were doing very well. Able to reflect every shot that was thrown at them. Angelina Johnson, who was the Captain and star Chaser of the Gryffindor team, was throwing the Quaffle to each one of the Keepers. Ron missed most of the throws but he began to catch on. At the last five minutes of practice, he caught every last throw they gave him. It was three o' clock by the time they finished. Ron was sweaty, and dirty from the ground catches he made.
"Nice job, Ron." Harry complimented as they headed out of the stadium.
"Yeah, I should get a notice if I made the team or not by Monday. Hope it won't interfere with my night duty." he said casually. Hermione walked beside him, listening to their conversation.
"Night duty?" Harry questioned.
"Didn't we tell you? Hermione and I have been selected as prefects!" he said proudly.
"Prefects?" Harry said, as though time was flying right past him. "Wow...." was all he could say.
a/c:Well, here's chapter five, short, but it does make the prefect thing fit in somewhere in the story. Keep reading and review!