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Chapter # 6:Jet
The Sunday morning breakfast was glorious. Pancakes served up hot with marmalade, butter and to Harry's delight, the beloved syrup to keep the flapjacks happy. After the pancakes, Harry went on to sausages and then bacon. He was full after about twenty minutes of no shut-eye. Hermione ate her usual breakfast, bacon and eggs with some milk. And Ron who was showing Harry a spell he learned from Fred and George to make his food green.
"Hang on, it's in here somewhere." Ron said, ruffling through his robes. He grabbed out a piece of parchment with hundreds of practical jokes on it. He scrolled down to the food spells and put a finger on it. "Got it." But Harry wasn't paying attention to the spell, a letter had come out of his pocket when he grabbed the spell list.
"This your's?" he asked giving Ron the note. He opened it and couldn't believe his eyes. Somehow Angelina had managed to surprise him by stuffing a letter into his robe pocket saying "CONGRATULATIONS! You're the new Keeper!" Ron nearly fell off his seat in excitment. He had a decent broom afterall. He glared down the table to look at Angelina and she smiled back at him. Ron fainted with his face down in porridge, Harry chuckled and turned to a snigger that came from the Hufflepuff table. The laugh had come from a fifth year exchange student who resembled Cedric Diggory in a way. He was very handsome, and a tad taller than Harry. He reckoned him as Jet. He had hazel eyes, smooth black hair, peach skin and a beautiful smile. His teeth were pearly white. Harry turned back around to see Ron had come back to his senses. "Jet." he muttered to Ron.
"Who?" Ron said, wiping the porridge off of his face.
"J-e-t. Jet." he said again.
"Where?" Ron said quickly.
"Sitting right behind you." Harry said. Ron turned around and looked at the back of his head.
"He doesn't look so tough," Ron said, figuring he was a little shorter than he was. "I could knock him away like a football."
"Where'd you learn that one?" Harry laughed.
"Me dad. Said he was studying Muggle sports items."
"Never underestimate a Quidditch player, Ron." Hermione said.
"That's right, mates!" Jet said, putting an arm around Harry and Ron. Hermione looked embarrassed so she took out her notebook and scribbled a few suggestions for S.P.E.W. "Care for a game of Quidditch today Ron?" he asked with a devilish sort of grin. Ron suggested he had overheard him talking about him.
"That's alright, Jet. I'm really looking forward to face you in a match but the season doesn't start for a month and I think weshould wait till then, whaddya say?" Ron said. Jet let go of them and Harry massaged his neck.
"Suit yourself." he said. He sat back down at the table and started chatting with his fellow Hufflepuffs. Hermione leaned in and whispered to them.
"Ron, if I didn't know better, I'd say he would try to hurt you on a broomstick." she said quietly. Ron's hand shook as he took his spoon and dipped it into his porridge. He silently put it into his mouth and swallowed. "What's the matter? Scared?" she asked, playfully.
"Yes. Very much so."
Voldemort had put the Cruciatus Curse on his own comrade, who was very slowly coming to his senses. "Never,ever underestimate my powers Wormtail. You know what consequences come of them." Voldemort said to the cowering Wormtail. "Now, now. No reason to fear me, Wormtail. I've done that to many other "friends" of mine before."
"R-r-r-r-really?" Peter studdered.
"Of course. Now, this is your last chance, Peter. Bring the boy to me!" Voldemort roared. Peter left the cave and headed for the castle...In rat form. He scurried over the grounds like a leopard going for prey.
a/n:Sorry for the short chapter. The next one will be longer, I promise you.
Disclaimer:I'm related to Rowling!
Chapter # 6:Jet
The Sunday morning breakfast was glorious. Pancakes served up hot with marmalade, butter and to Harry's delight, the beloved syrup to keep the flapjacks happy. After the pancakes, Harry went on to sausages and then bacon. He was full after about twenty minutes of no shut-eye. Hermione ate her usual breakfast, bacon and eggs with some milk. And Ron who was showing Harry a spell he learned from Fred and George to make his food green.
"Hang on, it's in here somewhere." Ron said, ruffling through his robes. He grabbed out a piece of parchment with hundreds of practical jokes on it. He scrolled down to the food spells and put a finger on it. "Got it." But Harry wasn't paying attention to the spell, a letter had come out of his pocket when he grabbed the spell list.
"This your's?" he asked giving Ron the note. He opened it and couldn't believe his eyes. Somehow Angelina had managed to surprise him by stuffing a letter into his robe pocket saying "CONGRATULATIONS! You're the new Keeper!" Ron nearly fell off his seat in excitment. He had a decent broom afterall. He glared down the table to look at Angelina and she smiled back at him. Ron fainted with his face down in porridge, Harry chuckled and turned to a snigger that came from the Hufflepuff table. The laugh had come from a fifth year exchange student who resembled Cedric Diggory in a way. He was very handsome, and a tad taller than Harry. He reckoned him as Jet. He had hazel eyes, smooth black hair, peach skin and a beautiful smile. His teeth were pearly white. Harry turned back around to see Ron had come back to his senses. "Jet." he muttered to Ron.
"Who?" Ron said, wiping the porridge off of his face.
"J-e-t. Jet." he said again.
"Where?" Ron said quickly.
"Sitting right behind you." Harry said. Ron turned around and looked at the back of his head.
"He doesn't look so tough," Ron said, figuring he was a little shorter than he was. "I could knock him away like a football."
"Where'd you learn that one?" Harry laughed.
"Me dad. Said he was studying Muggle sports items."
"Never underestimate a Quidditch player, Ron." Hermione said.
"That's right, mates!" Jet said, putting an arm around Harry and Ron. Hermione looked embarrassed so she took out her notebook and scribbled a few suggestions for S.P.E.W. "Care for a game of Quidditch today Ron?" he asked with a devilish sort of grin. Ron suggested he had overheard him talking about him.
"That's alright, Jet. I'm really looking forward to face you in a match but the season doesn't start for a month and I think weshould wait till then, whaddya say?" Ron said. Jet let go of them and Harry massaged his neck.
"Suit yourself." he said. He sat back down at the table and started chatting with his fellow Hufflepuffs. Hermione leaned in and whispered to them.
"Ron, if I didn't know better, I'd say he would try to hurt you on a broomstick." she said quietly. Ron's hand shook as he took his spoon and dipped it into his porridge. He silently put it into his mouth and swallowed. "What's the matter? Scared?" she asked, playfully.
"Yes. Very much so."
Voldemort had put the Cruciatus Curse on his own comrade, who was very slowly coming to his senses. "Never,ever underestimate my powers Wormtail. You know what consequences come of them." Voldemort said to the cowering Wormtail. "Now, now. No reason to fear me, Wormtail. I've done that to many other "friends" of mine before."
"R-r-r-r-really?" Peter studdered.
"Of course. Now, this is your last chance, Peter. Bring the boy to me!" Voldemort roared. Peter left the cave and headed for the castle...In rat form. He scurried over the grounds like a leopard going for prey.
a/n:Sorry for the short chapter. The next one will be longer, I promise you.