I do not have any HP novels on hand, (There all in my grandmother's garage)
so sorry for spelling mistakes, oh yeah, the disclaimer, which I forgot,
doy! I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does, so don't sue me, I need
all the money I have so I can survive till my financial aid comes in
December!
Chapter Six-The Plague of Research!
Harry awoke and heard water running in the Head Dormitory bathroom. "Damn!" he muttered, and thought, 'Guess there is someone who rises as early as I!'
He trudged over to the lavatory door and knocked. "You going to be long, Gryfindor?" he shouted through the wood.
The water stopped and the door opened, revealing the Head Girl, Hermione Granger clad in a scarlet bathrobe. "I just need to brush my teeth," she greeted.
"That makes two of us," Harry replied curtly, clad only in green pajama bottoms. The two head students, stood side by side at the sink brushing their teeth, and hair, Harry even washing his in the sink.
Which got Gryfindor to ask, "Not taking a shower today, Slytherin?"
"Right on Gryfindor, don't need one everyday, especially with Quidditich practice tonight."
"You've scheduled a practice on the first day of classes!?" she asked in disbelief.
"Yes, how else would we, Slytherins dominate every year, without practicing every available time, especially now, to get the rust off. Professor Snape certainly doesn't mind, especially since he's kept the cups for so long," he grinned as he toweled off his hair. Granger walking out muttering something about Quidditch fanatics. Harry chuckled, before heading back into his own room to get dressed for the day.
Harry made his way over to the Slytherin table in the Great Hall and sat by Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini. "So, your Head Boy now, Potter?"
"Yeah, Theo, I am, how was your summer, mate?"
"Excellent, Father sent me to Quidditich Camp, so I'm all set for another run at the cup."
"Good. Practice at four o'clock sharp, let the rest of the team know, got it?"
"I, I Captain," he saluted.
"Knock it off, did Blaise's little brother introduce you to Star Trek, as well?"
"Actually, yeah."
"Blaise, how was your summer?"
"Filled with."
"Have a good time with the Mudblood last night, Potter?"
Before Malfoy knew it, Harry had one hand clamped around his scrawny neck and his wand in his rat face, "You call anyone, and I mean anyone by that name in my presence again Malfoy, and your ability to produce an heir will be nil. You got that?" Harry threatened before unhanding Malfoy.
"Potter! Malfoy! Is there a problem?" Professor Snape asked his house members.
"Not at all, Professor, isn't that right, Draco?" Harry replied. Malfoy just nodded, with a fright in his eye.
"Carry on then," and the Head of Slytherin House resumed his course to the staff table.
"Malfoy, practice four o' clock sharp tonight, pass it around to the team." Malfoy just nodded and joined his goons down the table.
The owls started there swoop in, and Snape began the passing out of the yearly schedules.
Nott looked over at Harry's schedule, "Why again are you still taking Herbology?"
"Helps with Potions, and I don't want to leave my buddy Nev alone, now do I?"
"Why are you friends with that Gryfindor clutz?" Blaise asked. Harry shrugged in response. "Fine, don't tell us."
"Great by me," Harry finished his toast and orange juice. "I'm heading towards class, Theo, Blaise."
"Why? We've got forty minutes!?"
"I need to stop at the library."
"On the first day!" Harry nodded and walked off.
Harry went straight to the libraries index, to look up forms of mind control, or placing realities into a persons' mind, Harry's first thoughts were of Legimency, yes the relative of occulmency. He went into the stacks to the section the index recommended, only to find, Granger, Neville, Thomas, girl Weasley and Patil already there.
"So, I see I'm not the only one interested in what and why Dumbledore did what he did?"
"I havent' found anything, and I've been searching since five after seven." Granger spoke up.
"He may have used legimens, but this seems much too complex for one mind, even Albus Dumbledore."
"Harry, are you saying that Dumbledore may have projected the images and situations into our minds? Like Voldemort did to you fifth year?"
"Yes Neville, but I don't think he could have done it alone, or with just a legimens spell... I know I read somewhere of a spell that may have to capability and capacity to make us believe and interact as if we were in the real world, but actually, the entire thing is in our minds, ah just if I could remember where..."
"I think you may be on to something, Slytherin, I know I've read somewhere about that as well!"
Patil, Thomas, and girl Weasley watched the unlikely interactions of these two, but Neville is the only one to make any suggestions, "How about we all come back and meet during lunch, or after classes, to research what this could be?"
"I can't after classes, lunch or after dinner would work for me," Harry spoke up.
Patil agreed to help, but the other two got away as if chased by a plague, yes, the plague of extra research!
Did you enjoy that? I hope so, cause I'm having a great time writing it. Please review, and let me know what you think, I know this fic is off the wall, but not totally, who doesn't imagine Harry in Slytherin at some point, or HP characters as Muggles? I just combined the two! Not sure if that's been done before or not, but oh well. I really hope someone reviews for me sometime, I'm pumping out chapters and I think and hope, they are getting better and more interesting rather then less.
On a side note: GO PISTONS! ONE MORE WIN AND THEY'VE GOT THE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
If your wondering what and who the Pistons are, the Detroit Pistons, a basketball team, who are going to beat those damn Lakers. Well, there up 3 games to one, so they better!!!
Chapter Six-The Plague of Research!
Harry awoke and heard water running in the Head Dormitory bathroom. "Damn!" he muttered, and thought, 'Guess there is someone who rises as early as I!'
He trudged over to the lavatory door and knocked. "You going to be long, Gryfindor?" he shouted through the wood.
The water stopped and the door opened, revealing the Head Girl, Hermione Granger clad in a scarlet bathrobe. "I just need to brush my teeth," she greeted.
"That makes two of us," Harry replied curtly, clad only in green pajama bottoms. The two head students, stood side by side at the sink brushing their teeth, and hair, Harry even washing his in the sink.
Which got Gryfindor to ask, "Not taking a shower today, Slytherin?"
"Right on Gryfindor, don't need one everyday, especially with Quidditich practice tonight."
"You've scheduled a practice on the first day of classes!?" she asked in disbelief.
"Yes, how else would we, Slytherins dominate every year, without practicing every available time, especially now, to get the rust off. Professor Snape certainly doesn't mind, especially since he's kept the cups for so long," he grinned as he toweled off his hair. Granger walking out muttering something about Quidditch fanatics. Harry chuckled, before heading back into his own room to get dressed for the day.
Harry made his way over to the Slytherin table in the Great Hall and sat by Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini. "So, your Head Boy now, Potter?"
"Yeah, Theo, I am, how was your summer, mate?"
"Excellent, Father sent me to Quidditich Camp, so I'm all set for another run at the cup."
"Good. Practice at four o'clock sharp, let the rest of the team know, got it?"
"I, I Captain," he saluted.
"Knock it off, did Blaise's little brother introduce you to Star Trek, as well?"
"Actually, yeah."
"Blaise, how was your summer?"
"Filled with."
"Have a good time with the Mudblood last night, Potter?"
Before Malfoy knew it, Harry had one hand clamped around his scrawny neck and his wand in his rat face, "You call anyone, and I mean anyone by that name in my presence again Malfoy, and your ability to produce an heir will be nil. You got that?" Harry threatened before unhanding Malfoy.
"Potter! Malfoy! Is there a problem?" Professor Snape asked his house members.
"Not at all, Professor, isn't that right, Draco?" Harry replied. Malfoy just nodded, with a fright in his eye.
"Carry on then," and the Head of Slytherin House resumed his course to the staff table.
"Malfoy, practice four o' clock sharp tonight, pass it around to the team." Malfoy just nodded and joined his goons down the table.
The owls started there swoop in, and Snape began the passing out of the yearly schedules.
Nott looked over at Harry's schedule, "Why again are you still taking Herbology?"
"Helps with Potions, and I don't want to leave my buddy Nev alone, now do I?"
"Why are you friends with that Gryfindor clutz?" Blaise asked. Harry shrugged in response. "Fine, don't tell us."
"Great by me," Harry finished his toast and orange juice. "I'm heading towards class, Theo, Blaise."
"Why? We've got forty minutes!?"
"I need to stop at the library."
"On the first day!" Harry nodded and walked off.
Harry went straight to the libraries index, to look up forms of mind control, or placing realities into a persons' mind, Harry's first thoughts were of Legimency, yes the relative of occulmency. He went into the stacks to the section the index recommended, only to find, Granger, Neville, Thomas, girl Weasley and Patil already there.
"So, I see I'm not the only one interested in what and why Dumbledore did what he did?"
"I havent' found anything, and I've been searching since five after seven." Granger spoke up.
"He may have used legimens, but this seems much too complex for one mind, even Albus Dumbledore."
"Harry, are you saying that Dumbledore may have projected the images and situations into our minds? Like Voldemort did to you fifth year?"
"Yes Neville, but I don't think he could have done it alone, or with just a legimens spell... I know I read somewhere of a spell that may have to capability and capacity to make us believe and interact as if we were in the real world, but actually, the entire thing is in our minds, ah just if I could remember where..."
"I think you may be on to something, Slytherin, I know I've read somewhere about that as well!"
Patil, Thomas, and girl Weasley watched the unlikely interactions of these two, but Neville is the only one to make any suggestions, "How about we all come back and meet during lunch, or after classes, to research what this could be?"
"I can't after classes, lunch or after dinner would work for me," Harry spoke up.
Patil agreed to help, but the other two got away as if chased by a plague, yes, the plague of extra research!
Did you enjoy that? I hope so, cause I'm having a great time writing it. Please review, and let me know what you think, I know this fic is off the wall, but not totally, who doesn't imagine Harry in Slytherin at some point, or HP characters as Muggles? I just combined the two! Not sure if that's been done before or not, but oh well. I really hope someone reviews for me sometime, I'm pumping out chapters and I think and hope, they are getting better and more interesting rather then less.
On a side note: GO PISTONS! ONE MORE WIN AND THEY'VE GOT THE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
If your wondering what and who the Pistons are, the Detroit Pistons, a basketball team, who are going to beat those damn Lakers. Well, there up 3 games to one, so they better!!!