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Ron abandoned rebandaging his finger and stared aghast at Harry, as though there was something highly intriguing on his friend's face.
"Bloody hell!" He exclaimed in a very dramatic whisper. "Are you sure you haven't mixed up something? Surely they can't be that mean?" (A/N: Excuse the fact that he sounds a bit like Hermione. She IS one of my favorite characters.) Harry shrugged blandly and opened his mouth to continue his story. But Ron interrupted, "But you were only four!" Almost growling in frustration, Harry answered, "To them, it doesn't matter if you were four or eighty-four. All they want you to feel is pain." Ron settled back down and watched Harry expectantly, expecting him to burst. "Go on," he said, trying to look sophisticated and cool at the same time. It ended up making him look a bit like Malfoy, and more like a dork. "I don't think that's working for you," Harry joked, even though his heart was heavy. "What's not? I've got the posture; the position..." he squinted up at the ceiling. His already flaming red hair suddenly had a golden glint to it from the light that suddenly came through the window. "Now hurry up with thes story!" There was a brief silence as they heard strange grunting sounds from outside. "What do you suppose that is?" Harry asked tensely, rising from this seat. Ron let out a loud, fake laugh.
"Probably one of those 'security' trolls. Lumbering around stupidly and grunting their heads off..." The portrait hole opened to reveal Professor McGonagall, who looked quite formidal at the moment with her hair wrapped tightly into a bun and maroon robes. "What might two Gryffindor students be doing skipping their classes?" She asked in a voice of restrained anger. "Exchanging stories, perhaps?"
At this, Ron and Harry gave the other a look of pure horror. "W-We were just enjoying the fire," Ron stuttered pathetically. Harry raised his eyebrow. Professor McGonogall mimicked this very move. "Now, what shall I issue you two? Detention? Expulsion?" She pondered upon these two options in a mocking manner. "Certainly expulsion would be too severe for just skipping a class or two...You two will have detention starting after dinner tonight. And if you dare to skip those, also..." She shuddered. "May bad fortune be bestowed upon you." McGonagall whipped out her wand and in midair appeared some parchment, in which she quickly scribbled on and handed to both Harry and Ron. "Return your classes."
In Potions, all seats were taken except two. Ron ended up sitting next to Neville, whose cauldron was emitting puffs of neon green smoke. Harry took the seat next to Seamus, who was stirring his thickening potion so hard that rock-hard bits of his potion splattered everywhere. Snape's lips curled into a smile as he made Seamus' potion vanish. Hermione, behind him, leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
"Where were you two?" She inquired quietly, watching her steaming potion. "Missing Charms is not a good thing!" "I never said it was," Harry said shortly, squinting through the hazy room to read the instructions. They were supposed to be making a potion to destroy any bugs involved in the destruction of gardens. In an instant, Harry was sinking into a pleasant daydream of whipping one up to ruin Aunt Petunia's precious lawn. "Class is over," Snape said, barely moving his thin lips. He strutted over to Harry's cauldron and sneered at bottom. "I see...Nothing, again?" Harry's face grew hot.
"No."
"I see you won't become a top student any time soon." Harry almost ran out of Snape's classroom. Ron followed suit.
"That Snape. Zero marks! And we walked in at the middle of class. He didn't even notice!" Ron was still fuming as they reached the Gryffindor table. Hermione was already sitting there, picking at her food gingerly. "What's up?" Harry asked Hermione, who looked very melancholy at the moment. "You have detention today, don't you?" She sighed, as though she didn't approve of 6th years getting in trouble.
"How did you know?" Harry asked heatedly. It wasn't exactly what he had been planning to say, but it was kind of a curious thing that she somehow knew.
"You dropped a piece of parchment on your way in to Potions and I read it. Here it is." She handed the detention note over to him. "I thought that if you guys had the evening free we'd pay Hagrid a visit. He's been acting kind of upset lately. I can't figure out what's wrong with him." "Yeah, well, that's kind of your problem," Harry replied. He wasn't in a good mood after practically re-living his horrid past. Hermione looked slightly shocked for a few seconds, but calmed back down. "All right. I'll just go by myself." Harry regretted even opening his mouth because when he had just started dinner, Hermione got up and hurried towards the bathrooms. His only hope was that she didn't get tangled into something with trolls again.
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Ron abandoned rebandaging his finger and stared aghast at Harry, as though there was something highly intriguing on his friend's face.
"Bloody hell!" He exclaimed in a very dramatic whisper. "Are you sure you haven't mixed up something? Surely they can't be that mean?" (A/N: Excuse the fact that he sounds a bit like Hermione. She IS one of my favorite characters.) Harry shrugged blandly and opened his mouth to continue his story. But Ron interrupted, "But you were only four!" Almost growling in frustration, Harry answered, "To them, it doesn't matter if you were four or eighty-four. All they want you to feel is pain." Ron settled back down and watched Harry expectantly, expecting him to burst. "Go on," he said, trying to look sophisticated and cool at the same time. It ended up making him look a bit like Malfoy, and more like a dork. "I don't think that's working for you," Harry joked, even though his heart was heavy. "What's not? I've got the posture; the position..." he squinted up at the ceiling. His already flaming red hair suddenly had a golden glint to it from the light that suddenly came through the window. "Now hurry up with thes story!" There was a brief silence as they heard strange grunting sounds from outside. "What do you suppose that is?" Harry asked tensely, rising from this seat. Ron let out a loud, fake laugh.
"Probably one of those 'security' trolls. Lumbering around stupidly and grunting their heads off..." The portrait hole opened to reveal Professor McGonagall, who looked quite formidal at the moment with her hair wrapped tightly into a bun and maroon robes. "What might two Gryffindor students be doing skipping their classes?" She asked in a voice of restrained anger. "Exchanging stories, perhaps?"
At this, Ron and Harry gave the other a look of pure horror. "W-We were just enjoying the fire," Ron stuttered pathetically. Harry raised his eyebrow. Professor McGonogall mimicked this very move. "Now, what shall I issue you two? Detention? Expulsion?" She pondered upon these two options in a mocking manner. "Certainly expulsion would be too severe for just skipping a class or two...You two will have detention starting after dinner tonight. And if you dare to skip those, also..." She shuddered. "May bad fortune be bestowed upon you." McGonagall whipped out her wand and in midair appeared some parchment, in which she quickly scribbled on and handed to both Harry and Ron. "Return your classes."
In Potions, all seats were taken except two. Ron ended up sitting next to Neville, whose cauldron was emitting puffs of neon green smoke. Harry took the seat next to Seamus, who was stirring his thickening potion so hard that rock-hard bits of his potion splattered everywhere. Snape's lips curled into a smile as he made Seamus' potion vanish. Hermione, behind him, leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
"Where were you two?" She inquired quietly, watching her steaming potion. "Missing Charms is not a good thing!" "I never said it was," Harry said shortly, squinting through the hazy room to read the instructions. They were supposed to be making a potion to destroy any bugs involved in the destruction of gardens. In an instant, Harry was sinking into a pleasant daydream of whipping one up to ruin Aunt Petunia's precious lawn. "Class is over," Snape said, barely moving his thin lips. He strutted over to Harry's cauldron and sneered at bottom. "I see...Nothing, again?" Harry's face grew hot.
"No."
"I see you won't become a top student any time soon." Harry almost ran out of Snape's classroom. Ron followed suit.
"That Snape. Zero marks! And we walked in at the middle of class. He didn't even notice!" Ron was still fuming as they reached the Gryffindor table. Hermione was already sitting there, picking at her food gingerly. "What's up?" Harry asked Hermione, who looked very melancholy at the moment. "You have detention today, don't you?" She sighed, as though she didn't approve of 6th years getting in trouble.
"How did you know?" Harry asked heatedly. It wasn't exactly what he had been planning to say, but it was kind of a curious thing that she somehow knew.
"You dropped a piece of parchment on your way in to Potions and I read it. Here it is." She handed the detention note over to him. "I thought that if you guys had the evening free we'd pay Hagrid a visit. He's been acting kind of upset lately. I can't figure out what's wrong with him." "Yeah, well, that's kind of your problem," Harry replied. He wasn't in a good mood after practically re-living his horrid past. Hermione looked slightly shocked for a few seconds, but calmed back down. "All right. I'll just go by myself." Harry regretted even opening his mouth because when he had just started dinner, Hermione got up and hurried towards the bathrooms. His only hope was that she didn't get tangled into something with trolls again.