a/n:Excuse me for the language, but I intend to find out who the fuck flamed this story. Though I deleted his review, the big rat has his head up his ass for no apparent reason. Now notice I changed the title, yeah I ''borrowed" the "Sith Lords" from the upcoming Star Wars game but I needed a title with "Lords" in it.
Oh yeah, I blocked off annonymous reviewers 'cause they're too afraid to insult me with their true name. But everyone else who actually thinks this is a good story, are true fans. And I thank those complementing revewiers 'cause they're just badass.
Chapter # 8:Dragon Duel
Harry slouched up the stairs toward the Hospital Wing, everything was spinning. His previous encounter with a deadly sign was enough proof to show that Voldemort was coming for him. For all he knew, Voldemort could be in these very halls. Then he collapsed, falling down the steps, he landed back on the dungeon floor, his glasses flew off of his head and cracked at his left ear. Everything around him was but a mere blur, his naked eyes became more blurry as he blacked out. He was transfered to a deep sleep. The last thing that caught his eye, was a black shape, shooting up the stairs out of sight.
Harry awoke several minutes later and felt around for his glasses. He put them back on and noticed a rather large crack in the left lense. He grabbed his wand from his robes and used "Reparo" to heal his eyesight. The cut in his hand was growing larger, it was tearing away at his flesh and releasing a new layer of running blood. He paced to the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey was mending his exciting love interest, Cho-Chang. She appeared to crying. She was being casted, with a big white towel type of fabric. It was rough on the outside Harry could see.
She finished wrapping Cho's arm and walked out of the area without even realizing Harry was standing right in front of her.
"Yes, Potter?" Pomfrey said quickly.
"Er," Harry muttered, showing her his cut.
"Dear Lord, Potter! What have you done this time?" she demanded.
"Uh, I was in Potions. Cutting an egg when my knife slipped from its grip on the egg and cut me instead." Harry said quietly.
"Hold out your hand, Potter." Madam Pomfrey said, she had a large roll of tissue in her hands and she tore off a large handful of it. There had obviously been some sort of substance in the tissue that would work on wounds because his had stung far worse than any other wound he had. Blood was seathing through it immediately and didn't stop after the thirteenth roll around. When she was done, it felt like he would never be able to move his fingers again. His hand was so stiff, he could barely twitch his fingers.
"Uh, thanks." Harry said, turning to leave. Though he was bandaged, it felt like his cut was spreading throughout his body. His head was roaring in pain and he fell to his knees. He got back up and stumbled for a moment. He had been gone for awhile and the bell would ring any moment. He hurried down the spiral staircase and into the dungeons. He hung around the door for awhile and thought he would make up for the missing lesson. At two minutes left of the period, he went inside and took his seat between Hermione and Miles.
"What'd she say?" Hermione asked, concerned.
"It's nothing," Harry said. He stuffed his potion ingredients in his bag, cleaned his knife and gathered his books. He set his cauldron on the table behind them marked "Gryffindor". The bell rang and they set off for dinner.
"Nothing? Harry, your blood's down to your shins." Hermione said once they sat down at dinner.
"Hermione, it's nothing." Harry said, forcing her to believe. He hadn't forgotten to explain to them what he had seen on the wall, written in his own blood. But maybe, just maybe, he was having a vision. A vision that would be over any second. He would still be in Potions with Snape's ugly face sneering at him in disgust. But the moment did not come. He could still feel the magic at his finger tips and the wand in his pocket.
They sat down at their table and began grabbing food for their plates. Miles came shortly after carrying a few books.
"What's with the books?" Ron said as he sat down.
"I'm looking for a place for another Doxy Egg." he said, grabbing a piece of steak.
"Oh, you can get one down by the lake." Hermione said, taking a book and looking at the title. "'Dyes, Book 18'." she read aloud. "You're dying your hair?" Hermione said in disbelief.
"Me? No, no, no, no, no." Miles said quickly. It's for, er....Potions." He grabbed it and put it in his bag, there were about another four or five. Very, very thick books with probably more than a thousand pages.
"Potions? I don't remember Snape saying we needed Dye for the Potion." Ron said.
"Er, next lesson." Miles said. He shuffled the two remainng books in his bag and set it under his seat. Dumbledore seemed to be making an announcement, he stood up and raised his voice so that every single person in the school could hear him.
"Students of Hogwarts!" Everyone quieted and listened to what he had to say that was so important. "We would like to welcome the exchange students from Beauxbatons Academy to our Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Everyone started clapping, so hard that Miles felt like his ear drums would shatter. "These four students have been chosen by their Head Mistress to continue this year at Hogwarts, I must ask the students to rise." he said, easily. Miles sighed and stood up. Jet did as well, and two other students Harry did not know. The first Harry caught sight of was a young fourth year student who seemed to be uneasy, considering she was with the most horrible students in the school. The Slytherins. She was about thirteen or maybe even fourteen. She had golden, curly hair, pale green eyes, and a bit of a tan around her cheek bones. The other student was a male figure and he had, how women would say, "devilish good looks". He was a tall, blonde haired, blue eyed youngster who seemed very pleased with himself. He was at the Ravenclaw table, where he caught a glimpse of Cho, smiling brightly at him.
"Who's he?" Harry asked, pointing at the young man. "Jonathan Callaway. Best Seeker at Beauxbatons since our second year." Miles replied, through the corner of his mouth.
"Whoa." Harry muttered, as the clapping died down. The students sat down and Dumbledore spoke again. "As you may have seen, we have Dragons patrolling the skies due to the escape of a Death Eater." Many people started gasping and whispering. "He has been sighted near our school. I ask that everyone stay inside the castle walls. You are to only go outside at extreme caution for either the Care For Magical Creatures class, or Quidditch practice. You will be guided by one of the teachers for the second option.
"My second announcement is for a special event that is taking place this year. We have a Christmas party." he said. There came a roar of cheers from the students. "Another special event will be an air duel above the lake. There will be three rounds against two competitors. We have requested two dragons for the competitors to tame. The winner shall receive ten thousand Galleons and a racing broom of their choice. If you wish to enter, put your full name and school on a small sheet of parchment and insert it into the Goblet I have placed in front of me. We will draw the names next Friday at dinner time."
"My God." Miles said quietly.
"That's a good deal." Ron said. "Ten thousand Galleons!" His voice seemed to be edging toward the tone of excitement. "TEN HOUSAND GALLEONS!"
Oh yeah, I blocked off annonymous reviewers 'cause they're too afraid to insult me with their true name. But everyone else who actually thinks this is a good story, are true fans. And I thank those complementing revewiers 'cause they're just badass.
Chapter # 8:Dragon Duel
Harry slouched up the stairs toward the Hospital Wing, everything was spinning. His previous encounter with a deadly sign was enough proof to show that Voldemort was coming for him. For all he knew, Voldemort could be in these very halls. Then he collapsed, falling down the steps, he landed back on the dungeon floor, his glasses flew off of his head and cracked at his left ear. Everything around him was but a mere blur, his naked eyes became more blurry as he blacked out. He was transfered to a deep sleep. The last thing that caught his eye, was a black shape, shooting up the stairs out of sight.
Harry awoke several minutes later and felt around for his glasses. He put them back on and noticed a rather large crack in the left lense. He grabbed his wand from his robes and used "Reparo" to heal his eyesight. The cut in his hand was growing larger, it was tearing away at his flesh and releasing a new layer of running blood. He paced to the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey was mending his exciting love interest, Cho-Chang. She appeared to crying. She was being casted, with a big white towel type of fabric. It was rough on the outside Harry could see.
She finished wrapping Cho's arm and walked out of the area without even realizing Harry was standing right in front of her.
"Yes, Potter?" Pomfrey said quickly.
"Er," Harry muttered, showing her his cut.
"Dear Lord, Potter! What have you done this time?" she demanded.
"Uh, I was in Potions. Cutting an egg when my knife slipped from its grip on the egg and cut me instead." Harry said quietly.
"Hold out your hand, Potter." Madam Pomfrey said, she had a large roll of tissue in her hands and she tore off a large handful of it. There had obviously been some sort of substance in the tissue that would work on wounds because his had stung far worse than any other wound he had. Blood was seathing through it immediately and didn't stop after the thirteenth roll around. When she was done, it felt like he would never be able to move his fingers again. His hand was so stiff, he could barely twitch his fingers.
"Uh, thanks." Harry said, turning to leave. Though he was bandaged, it felt like his cut was spreading throughout his body. His head was roaring in pain and he fell to his knees. He got back up and stumbled for a moment. He had been gone for awhile and the bell would ring any moment. He hurried down the spiral staircase and into the dungeons. He hung around the door for awhile and thought he would make up for the missing lesson. At two minutes left of the period, he went inside and took his seat between Hermione and Miles.
"What'd she say?" Hermione asked, concerned.
"It's nothing," Harry said. He stuffed his potion ingredients in his bag, cleaned his knife and gathered his books. He set his cauldron on the table behind them marked "Gryffindor". The bell rang and they set off for dinner.
"Nothing? Harry, your blood's down to your shins." Hermione said once they sat down at dinner.
"Hermione, it's nothing." Harry said, forcing her to believe. He hadn't forgotten to explain to them what he had seen on the wall, written in his own blood. But maybe, just maybe, he was having a vision. A vision that would be over any second. He would still be in Potions with Snape's ugly face sneering at him in disgust. But the moment did not come. He could still feel the magic at his finger tips and the wand in his pocket.
They sat down at their table and began grabbing food for their plates. Miles came shortly after carrying a few books.
"What's with the books?" Ron said as he sat down.
"I'm looking for a place for another Doxy Egg." he said, grabbing a piece of steak.
"Oh, you can get one down by the lake." Hermione said, taking a book and looking at the title. "'Dyes, Book 18'." she read aloud. "You're dying your hair?" Hermione said in disbelief.
"Me? No, no, no, no, no." Miles said quickly. It's for, er....Potions." He grabbed it and put it in his bag, there were about another four or five. Very, very thick books with probably more than a thousand pages.
"Potions? I don't remember Snape saying we needed Dye for the Potion." Ron said.
"Er, next lesson." Miles said. He shuffled the two remainng books in his bag and set it under his seat. Dumbledore seemed to be making an announcement, he stood up and raised his voice so that every single person in the school could hear him.
"Students of Hogwarts!" Everyone quieted and listened to what he had to say that was so important. "We would like to welcome the exchange students from Beauxbatons Academy to our Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Everyone started clapping, so hard that Miles felt like his ear drums would shatter. "These four students have been chosen by their Head Mistress to continue this year at Hogwarts, I must ask the students to rise." he said, easily. Miles sighed and stood up. Jet did as well, and two other students Harry did not know. The first Harry caught sight of was a young fourth year student who seemed to be uneasy, considering she was with the most horrible students in the school. The Slytherins. She was about thirteen or maybe even fourteen. She had golden, curly hair, pale green eyes, and a bit of a tan around her cheek bones. The other student was a male figure and he had, how women would say, "devilish good looks". He was a tall, blonde haired, blue eyed youngster who seemed very pleased with himself. He was at the Ravenclaw table, where he caught a glimpse of Cho, smiling brightly at him.
"Who's he?" Harry asked, pointing at the young man. "Jonathan Callaway. Best Seeker at Beauxbatons since our second year." Miles replied, through the corner of his mouth.
"Whoa." Harry muttered, as the clapping died down. The students sat down and Dumbledore spoke again. "As you may have seen, we have Dragons patrolling the skies due to the escape of a Death Eater." Many people started gasping and whispering. "He has been sighted near our school. I ask that everyone stay inside the castle walls. You are to only go outside at extreme caution for either the Care For Magical Creatures class, or Quidditch practice. You will be guided by one of the teachers for the second option.
"My second announcement is for a special event that is taking place this year. We have a Christmas party." he said. There came a roar of cheers from the students. "Another special event will be an air duel above the lake. There will be three rounds against two competitors. We have requested two dragons for the competitors to tame. The winner shall receive ten thousand Galleons and a racing broom of their choice. If you wish to enter, put your full name and school on a small sheet of parchment and insert it into the Goblet I have placed in front of me. We will draw the names next Friday at dinner time."
"My God." Miles said quietly.
"That's a good deal." Ron said. "Ten thousand Galleons!" His voice seemed to be edging toward the tone of excitement. "TEN HOUSAND GALLEONS!"