Chapter Eight-Questions and Confessions
Defense Against the Dark Arts, "Velcome vu Vefense Vagainst va Vark Varts, Vi vem Fufessor Kozlov. Vi vill vepair vu vor vour VEWTS vis vear. Vive veen vhat vu vave vovered vuch vin vour vears vet Vogwarts." He looked at his class list and called out, "Veasley, vhat vis va vell vu vuse va vepell va voggart?" Ron stared at him for a moment processing the question.
"Uh..... Riddikulas."
"Vorrect, Vister Veasley/"
"Vongvottom, vhat vas va voes va vemperious verse vu vo vu?"
"It controls, under the imperious you're a puppet under the casters hand."
"Votter, vhat vis va vest vay vo vombat va vementor?"
"The Patronus Charm, Expecto Patronum."
"Very vood, van vany vov vu vonjure vone?"
Harry, Hermione and a few Ravenclaws raised their hands.
"Vood, vood," Professor Kozlov randomly asked them questions till the end of the period.
Harry's next lesson was Charms. "Welcome back to a new year, your final year, Nastily Exhausting Wizarding tests year, we will cover at least one previously studied Charm and numerous new ones during the course of this year, I suggest with your heavy workloads that you work ahead..."
Two weeks later, Harry gets Owl Post.
Dear Pothead-
Miss us? Well, we'll get to the point, and for being our wonderful test subject and partner, we have generously deposited a little bonus to your vault, and send you these excellent 'treats' to test on your ferret faced house-mate, if you get out drift....
The Loveable Weasels-Gred and Forge
"Damn them! I don't need there gold, bloody Gryfindors!"
"What are you yelling about Slytherin! I'm trying to do my Charms essay!"
"Sorry, your ex-house-mates are trying to give me charity!"
"First of all why? Secondly donate to some organization or group you deem worthy, and thirdly, who?"
"I funded there business fourth year with my Tri-Wizard Tournament Winnings, Gred and Forge, and I think I know just what cause to donate the gold to..."
"FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY! Your kidding!"
"Not at all, not all, well most do, but not all the Weasley's hate my guts for being a Slytherin."
"But why?"
"Don't ASK ME! HOW SHOULD I KNOW?"
"Sheesh, you have quite the temper."
"I think that would be obvious after my display in the great hall, first day."
"Why did you do that? I can understand cause it was Malfoy, but why?"
"Cause he was insulting you," Harry mumbled quickly.
"What? Cause what, I couldn't make that out Slytherin," she grinned teasingly.
"Damn you Gryfindor! Because he was insulting you." She laughed. "Why are you laughing?" he asked confused.
"Why would you defend me?"
"Didn't you ever wonder why Neville would ask you all of those random questions out of nowhere?"
"Because of you?"
"Because of me, and you helped me, not just unknowingly there but, third year, don't you remember third year? I almost got you killed! And then you helped me again, the time turner, you could have died more then once that night because of me!"
"No, I hadn't forgotten... how did I get pulled into that mess anyway?"
"You were looking for your cat, who followed Sirius when he pulled Neville into the whomping willow, when Sirius was chasing that RAT!"
"How could I forget that night! Why were you and Neville out there?"
"We had been visiting Hagrid, Buckbeak's execution was scheduled for that night, we saved though and Sirius," Harry put his head in his hands, "But it didn't help!"
"Why? Why didn't it help? What happened?"
Harry took a deep breath, "Fifth year, he died in the Department of Mysteries, he fell through the veil! I killed him Granger, through my laziness and idiocy, I caused his death, if it weren't for me, he'd still be alive!"
"How is it possible you caused his death?"
"Voldemort was sending me a dream all through fifth year, Dumbledore had Snape start teaching me Occulmency, so I could block Voldemort entering my mind, but me, the bloody lazy idiot I am, never tried, never practiced, so Sirius followed me to the Department of Mysteries, cause Damn Krecher lied to me when I used Umbridge's fireplace, said he wasn't there, so what'd I do, I left on the Threstrals and flew to ministry with Neville. And he died, Sirius died!"
"How is that your fault, when Voldemort planted the Dream, Potter?"
"Because I didn't practice my Occulmency, Granger!"
"Still Potter, it's not your fault, he came after you, because you wanted to rescue him, but it got sloshed up and he came help you."
"I went to save him! He jumped in front of Lestrange's curse heading towards me, and fell threw the veil, he died trying to save me, when I went to save him. I'll kill Lestrange, and Voldemort, I'll kill them all!" Hermione gasped at the malice, the pure hatred, and the determination to do as he's saying reflecting in his eyes as he declared his intensions.
"I'm sorry," he said as he gathered his things and rushed to his room, leaving a perplexed shocked Hermione Granger, wondering if the Lestrange he meant was the escaped Death Eater from Azkaban and just who was Krecher.
There's chapter eight, this may be my last post for a week or so, because I may be taking my college entrance exams next week, thus I will not be at home, rather 600 miles away, or my exams will be another week and I'll be back, hopefully with a new chapter, I hope Professor Kozlov didn't confuse you too much, let me know if you never want to see him again very much, lol. Please give me some feedback, I know this has to be a completely 'Oh my God!' fic to much of you, this and that all happening, somethings in books 1-5 happened, others obviously did not, an example, Harry's Quidditich ban-never happened. Fred and George's ban, swamp and escape- happened. If you have anything you want to know whether or not they happened, ask in your review and I'll either write it in or mention it in my notes.
Thank you. ears91 ears9115yahoo.com
Defense Against the Dark Arts, "Velcome vu Vefense Vagainst va Vark Varts, Vi vem Fufessor Kozlov. Vi vill vepair vu vor vour VEWTS vis vear. Vive veen vhat vu vave vovered vuch vin vour vears vet Vogwarts." He looked at his class list and called out, "Veasley, vhat vis va vell vu vuse va vepell va voggart?" Ron stared at him for a moment processing the question.
"Uh..... Riddikulas."
"Vorrect, Vister Veasley/"
"Vongvottom, vhat vas va voes va vemperious verse vu vo vu?"
"It controls, under the imperious you're a puppet under the casters hand."
"Votter, vhat vis va vest vay vo vombat va vementor?"
"The Patronus Charm, Expecto Patronum."
"Very vood, van vany vov vu vonjure vone?"
Harry, Hermione and a few Ravenclaws raised their hands.
"Vood, vood," Professor Kozlov randomly asked them questions till the end of the period.
Harry's next lesson was Charms. "Welcome back to a new year, your final year, Nastily Exhausting Wizarding tests year, we will cover at least one previously studied Charm and numerous new ones during the course of this year, I suggest with your heavy workloads that you work ahead..."
Two weeks later, Harry gets Owl Post.
Dear Pothead-
Miss us? Well, we'll get to the point, and for being our wonderful test subject and partner, we have generously deposited a little bonus to your vault, and send you these excellent 'treats' to test on your ferret faced house-mate, if you get out drift....
The Loveable Weasels-Gred and Forge
"Damn them! I don't need there gold, bloody Gryfindors!"
"What are you yelling about Slytherin! I'm trying to do my Charms essay!"
"Sorry, your ex-house-mates are trying to give me charity!"
"First of all why? Secondly donate to some organization or group you deem worthy, and thirdly, who?"
"I funded there business fourth year with my Tri-Wizard Tournament Winnings, Gred and Forge, and I think I know just what cause to donate the gold to..."
"FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY! Your kidding!"
"Not at all, not all, well most do, but not all the Weasley's hate my guts for being a Slytherin."
"But why?"
"Don't ASK ME! HOW SHOULD I KNOW?"
"Sheesh, you have quite the temper."
"I think that would be obvious after my display in the great hall, first day."
"Why did you do that? I can understand cause it was Malfoy, but why?"
"Cause he was insulting you," Harry mumbled quickly.
"What? Cause what, I couldn't make that out Slytherin," she grinned teasingly.
"Damn you Gryfindor! Because he was insulting you." She laughed. "Why are you laughing?" he asked confused.
"Why would you defend me?"
"Didn't you ever wonder why Neville would ask you all of those random questions out of nowhere?"
"Because of you?"
"Because of me, and you helped me, not just unknowingly there but, third year, don't you remember third year? I almost got you killed! And then you helped me again, the time turner, you could have died more then once that night because of me!"
"No, I hadn't forgotten... how did I get pulled into that mess anyway?"
"You were looking for your cat, who followed Sirius when he pulled Neville into the whomping willow, when Sirius was chasing that RAT!"
"How could I forget that night! Why were you and Neville out there?"
"We had been visiting Hagrid, Buckbeak's execution was scheduled for that night, we saved though and Sirius," Harry put his head in his hands, "But it didn't help!"
"Why? Why didn't it help? What happened?"
Harry took a deep breath, "Fifth year, he died in the Department of Mysteries, he fell through the veil! I killed him Granger, through my laziness and idiocy, I caused his death, if it weren't for me, he'd still be alive!"
"How is it possible you caused his death?"
"Voldemort was sending me a dream all through fifth year, Dumbledore had Snape start teaching me Occulmency, so I could block Voldemort entering my mind, but me, the bloody lazy idiot I am, never tried, never practiced, so Sirius followed me to the Department of Mysteries, cause Damn Krecher lied to me when I used Umbridge's fireplace, said he wasn't there, so what'd I do, I left on the Threstrals and flew to ministry with Neville. And he died, Sirius died!"
"How is that your fault, when Voldemort planted the Dream, Potter?"
"Because I didn't practice my Occulmency, Granger!"
"Still Potter, it's not your fault, he came after you, because you wanted to rescue him, but it got sloshed up and he came help you."
"I went to save him! He jumped in front of Lestrange's curse heading towards me, and fell threw the veil, he died trying to save me, when I went to save him. I'll kill Lestrange, and Voldemort, I'll kill them all!" Hermione gasped at the malice, the pure hatred, and the determination to do as he's saying reflecting in his eyes as he declared his intensions.
"I'm sorry," he said as he gathered his things and rushed to his room, leaving a perplexed shocked Hermione Granger, wondering if the Lestrange he meant was the escaped Death Eater from Azkaban and just who was Krecher.
There's chapter eight, this may be my last post for a week or so, because I may be taking my college entrance exams next week, thus I will not be at home, rather 600 miles away, or my exams will be another week and I'll be back, hopefully with a new chapter, I hope Professor Kozlov didn't confuse you too much, let me know if you never want to see him again very much, lol. Please give me some feedback, I know this has to be a completely 'Oh my God!' fic to much of you, this and that all happening, somethings in books 1-5 happened, others obviously did not, an example, Harry's Quidditich ban-never happened. Fred and George's ban, swamp and escape- happened. If you have anything you want to know whether or not they happened, ask in your review and I'll either write it in or mention it in my notes.
Thank you. ears91 ears9115yahoo.com