Chapter Eleven
Monday, Care of Magical Creatures-
"Toda we goin work wit Jarvey's, can anyone tell me abou' them?"
Terry Boot raised his hand, "Yea Boot?"
"A Jarvey looks like an overly large ferret and it can talk."
"Go'd le's see 'em now, come an'," the class followed Hagrid around his hut to a cage with a Jarvey.
"Hiya fel'ow," Hagrid greeted the Jarvey.
"Fat Bastard, Weasel, Rat Face, Scarhead," and the rude things just kept coming.
"Hey Malfoy it's a rude obnoxious ferret just like you," Ron laughed at Malfoy.
"Weasley you shouldn't be talking, you may not be a ferret, but you certainly are rude and obnoxious," Harry intervened, between the two. Ron looked about ready to jump him, while Malfoy didn't dare.
"BURN!" Blaise yelled (Sorry, I guess I've been watching too much That 70's Show, sorry couldn't resist throwing in a burn, lol)
"Wha's tha probelim?" Hagrid came up and asked the group.
"Nothing Hagrid, everythings fine now," Harry told the half-giant.
"Potter, when and why did you grow the beard?" Malfoy inquired, the others interested as well, he hadn't had one Saturday, or even the day before.
Harry shrugged, "Why the goetee?" Malfoy shrugged in response, to the goetee he'd been sporting for the past few weeks.
Friday-Transfiguration-
"Good morning class, today we will start by testing some of you for anamagus or metamorphagus capabilities. Does any one have any suggestions for whom I should test?"
Malfoy raised his hand. "Yes, Mister Malfoy?"
"Test Potter, he didn't have a beard last Sunday, but had one Monday."
"Mister Potter, will you please come here."
Harry took a deep breath, so far, no one tested had shown signs of anything, but being a regular run of the mill wizard or witch. "Yes Ma'am."
He went and sat in the chair in the front of the class room. "First off, Mister Potter, has anyone in your family had anamagus or metamorphagus capabilities?"
"Yeah, my father," he said bitterly, not having the fondest images of his father in his head any more, after seeing in Snape's pensive his fifth year.
"What was he an anamagus or meta." Professor McGonagall was cut off by Harry answering the question.
"He was an anamagus."
"Really, do you know what form?" she inquired.
"A stag," he replied through gritted teeth.
"Hmm, well then I will test you for anamagus abilities first."
She pointed her wand at him and said, "revealio anamagi," (Yeah I couldn't come up with anything, sorry) Nothing happened.
"Well Potter, your no anamagus, lets test for metamorphagus abilities," she ladled a potion from a cauldorn on her desk into a goblet and handed it to Harry.
He drank it. Five minutes later and he turned from his normal skin color to a positive blue.
"Potter, congratulations, now think of changing one of your features?" He nodded no, "Potter, Try changing your nose, or lengthening your hair, or switching your eye color."
Harry thought of making his hair change to a nice Slytherin green. He sat there concentrating, and his hair started to change, from black on down through the color spectrum to Slytherin green.
Claps from much of the class, scowls from others, like Weasley, who had no special abilities of this kind at all.
"You may go back to your seat now, Potter, hmm, how about you Mister Malfoy, you were so eager to test Mister Potter."
Malfoy casually walked up with an air of superiority, "My Great-Great-Great- Great-Great Grandfather Malfoy and my Great-Great-Great-Great Grandmother Black, are the two most recent I know of."
"You forgot about a couple of your cousins, oh maybe your cousin Sirius, Malfoy?" Harry added with a wicked grin.
Draco blanched, "Why are you bringing up that traitor, Potter? Diddn't he betray your parents to You-Know-Who?"
"Not at all, he betrayed his family by not being a good little pure-blood snob like you."
"Enough, Mister Potter, Mister Malfoy, drink this potion."
He drank, and his skin color remained the same pale, almost albino like, as always.
Professor McGonagall pointed her wand at him and said, "revealio anamagi."
He turned into a whirl of color, before stopping at a white ferret, which caused much of the class who remembered when Barty Crouch turned him into 'Draco Malfoy, The Amazing Bouncing Ferret,' to burst out laughing.
Malfoy changed back amid the laughter, "Congratulations Mister Malfoy, your anamagus form is the Ferret, if you'd wish to further discover and master this ability, you can obtain a liscense to become an anamagus from the ministry once you graduate."
Malfoy went back to his seat scowling.
McGonagall looked at the clock, "Class Dismissed," she said, following what the clock displayed.
Saturday, the last of the students away for there families funerals returned right before dinner, including Hermione Granger, finally (many had returned earlier in the week).
Harry caught up to Hermione after dinner and told her not to worry about rounds, he had it covered, like he had all week without her.
At eleven o' clock after a snowy Quidditich practice and rounds Harry made it back to the head dorms.
"Hi Harry," Hermione greeted looking up from a potions essay.
"You know you don't have to do that, you were exempt from assignments while you were gone."
"I know, I just don't like to get behind."
"Hermione Granger behind! WOW! Alert the presses, from what I've heard about your studying habits, you have everyone of your textbooks read by the time you get off the express."
"Well, I do try to read them before I get to school, but I like to be on task, what potion did we make this week? What'd we study in Transfiguration? Care of Magical Creatures? Charms?"
"Hermione," He cut her off, "Calm down, it was a rather laid back week, we didn't make a potion, Jarveys with Hagrid, which almost caused a Gryfindor- Slytherin brawl cause of the loud mouths Weasley and Malfoy, why don't they just give it up and snog eachother? Hmm, maybe that is there problem, they secretly love each other and are just putting on a tough front," His train of words was broken up by insane laughter.
"What?" he asked, then continued, "Maybe I should tell Fred and George that..."
"WOW Harry, what happened to you this week?" she asked still laughing.
"It was revealed that Malfoy is indeed a Ferret and I'm a metamorphagus, no wonder my hair grew back after that hair cut when I was seven....."
"Haircut when you were seven?"
"Yeah, my Aunt shaved off all of my hair, excepct my bangs, the next morning I had all my hair again."
"So your a metamorphagus? Really?"
"Yes and that was just yesterday in Transfiguration."
"So is that why you look different? Is your hair longer? And why the beard?"
"The beard, cause my face was um... rather frigid at Quidditich practices, and this is a rather good way to keep it semi-warm, and I guess I felt like longer hair, so... yeah. Okay, enough about me and school. How are you?"
"Good," she replied with a false smile.
"You expect me, who has spent every train ride listening to his friends excellent summers, while mine were pure shite and living hell, and instead of the truth of how rotten it was I'd say, it was fine, got a little burned, and did a bit of studying, you can't pull the put on a happy face when I'm really in hell on me. Really now, How Are You?"
She looked down at her quill, "An utter wreck, putting on a happy face as you put it."
"That is completely understandable, you should have seen me after Ced... Diggory died fourth year, or fifth year, when Sirius... died...."
"You didn't seem too bad after fourth year, fifth year you rather hid out though."
"Fourth year, an act, showing the strong tough front I usually have up, fifth year, I wandered the halls during the feast, dreading the train ride home, though it was the least I ever spent at my 'families' house. How was the funeral and all that?"
"Fine, lots of relatives, saying how sorry they were and all that, and there faces, laying in the caskets, so." He cut her off.
"Frozen in terror? Manically insane?"
"Yeah, just frozen in horrible expressions, from the killing curse, or which ever way they were killed."
"It's horrible to see someone alive next to you, then the next second, dead, in a blink of an eye, dropping to the ground in whatever position they were in, during there final moments. It's one of the worst things in the world."
Hermione-"I can imagine."
Harry-"Don't, just hope you never have to see anyone die by the killing curse, ever."
Hermione-"I think that is something all of us wish."
Harry-"I know, sometimes I wish I could go back in time and kill whomever invented the killing curse, and the other unforgivables, then maybe this world would be a better place."
Hermione-"But then someone else would create them, and we'd still be where we now are."
Harry-"True, sadly, your absolutely right, lets just hope this Dark Lord dies, like the ones before him."
Hermione-"Absolutely, then at least for awhile, we'd be able to have some peace."
Harry-"Peace, I've never seen that in my entire life."
Hermione-"The muggle world is mostly at peace, right now, well at least, here in Britain it is, but the magical world had some peace before we entered it, but with are first year, it seemed to bring on the darkness once more, and fourth year is when the dam broke."
Harry-"You've got it exactly, Hermione, that is when Voldemort returned, it is when the war started a new. First year was just his first attempt at a return, third year triggered the return, his servent returning to him."
Hermione-"Peter Pettigrew."
Harry-"Exactly. You know what happened, you were there, though I think that's just one more reason Wealey boy hates me, he thinks I killed his rat, ha ha ha, not a rat at all."
Hermione-"Actually, he thinks I killed his rat, well my cat rather."
Harry-"Crookshanks is awesome, kept me company this week, I think he missed you."
Hermione-"My cat likes you?" Harry nodded, "He doesn't seem to like anybody, and he likes you?"
Harry-"Well he hasn't tried to bite my arm off, or claw me to death, so I'm assuming so."
She laughed. "You've certainly changed the topics alot tonight, Potter, thank you, I needed that, some light hearted conversation, after a week with nit-picking old grandmas and aunts."
"Glad I could help, now I'm off to bed, night."
"Night Potter, try not to scream too much."
He stopped dead in his tracks, "You hear?"
"Yes." He dropped right there on the steps with his head in his hands.
Harry-"I didn't think you knew, I'll.... I'll start using silencing charms like I did before this year, I'm sorry."
"Potter, don't worry about it at all, if it sounds too bad I'll come wake you up."
He looked at her in shock and horror, he'd thought she hadn't known, stood, did an about face and proceded up to his room.
There we have chapter 11, I put in who was speaking there, to limit the confusion I make people have, when reading my fics, when my characters talk non stop, yeah I know that was an odd chapter.... review please. Thanks if you do, or did
Note-I want to finish this before I head off to my University, so expect a lot of jumps in time, like I have been doing, next chapter, will most likely jump to Christmas break.
Monday, Care of Magical Creatures-
"Toda we goin work wit Jarvey's, can anyone tell me abou' them?"
Terry Boot raised his hand, "Yea Boot?"
"A Jarvey looks like an overly large ferret and it can talk."
"Go'd le's see 'em now, come an'," the class followed Hagrid around his hut to a cage with a Jarvey.
"Hiya fel'ow," Hagrid greeted the Jarvey.
"Fat Bastard, Weasel, Rat Face, Scarhead," and the rude things just kept coming.
"Hey Malfoy it's a rude obnoxious ferret just like you," Ron laughed at Malfoy.
"Weasley you shouldn't be talking, you may not be a ferret, but you certainly are rude and obnoxious," Harry intervened, between the two. Ron looked about ready to jump him, while Malfoy didn't dare.
"BURN!" Blaise yelled (Sorry, I guess I've been watching too much That 70's Show, sorry couldn't resist throwing in a burn, lol)
"Wha's tha probelim?" Hagrid came up and asked the group.
"Nothing Hagrid, everythings fine now," Harry told the half-giant.
"Potter, when and why did you grow the beard?" Malfoy inquired, the others interested as well, he hadn't had one Saturday, or even the day before.
Harry shrugged, "Why the goetee?" Malfoy shrugged in response, to the goetee he'd been sporting for the past few weeks.
Friday-Transfiguration-
"Good morning class, today we will start by testing some of you for anamagus or metamorphagus capabilities. Does any one have any suggestions for whom I should test?"
Malfoy raised his hand. "Yes, Mister Malfoy?"
"Test Potter, he didn't have a beard last Sunday, but had one Monday."
"Mister Potter, will you please come here."
Harry took a deep breath, so far, no one tested had shown signs of anything, but being a regular run of the mill wizard or witch. "Yes Ma'am."
He went and sat in the chair in the front of the class room. "First off, Mister Potter, has anyone in your family had anamagus or metamorphagus capabilities?"
"Yeah, my father," he said bitterly, not having the fondest images of his father in his head any more, after seeing in Snape's pensive his fifth year.
"What was he an anamagus or meta." Professor McGonagall was cut off by Harry answering the question.
"He was an anamagus."
"Really, do you know what form?" she inquired.
"A stag," he replied through gritted teeth.
"Hmm, well then I will test you for anamagus abilities first."
She pointed her wand at him and said, "revealio anamagi," (Yeah I couldn't come up with anything, sorry) Nothing happened.
"Well Potter, your no anamagus, lets test for metamorphagus abilities," she ladled a potion from a cauldorn on her desk into a goblet and handed it to Harry.
He drank it. Five minutes later and he turned from his normal skin color to a positive blue.
"Potter, congratulations, now think of changing one of your features?" He nodded no, "Potter, Try changing your nose, or lengthening your hair, or switching your eye color."
Harry thought of making his hair change to a nice Slytherin green. He sat there concentrating, and his hair started to change, from black on down through the color spectrum to Slytherin green.
Claps from much of the class, scowls from others, like Weasley, who had no special abilities of this kind at all.
"You may go back to your seat now, Potter, hmm, how about you Mister Malfoy, you were so eager to test Mister Potter."
Malfoy casually walked up with an air of superiority, "My Great-Great-Great- Great-Great Grandfather Malfoy and my Great-Great-Great-Great Grandmother Black, are the two most recent I know of."
"You forgot about a couple of your cousins, oh maybe your cousin Sirius, Malfoy?" Harry added with a wicked grin.
Draco blanched, "Why are you bringing up that traitor, Potter? Diddn't he betray your parents to You-Know-Who?"
"Not at all, he betrayed his family by not being a good little pure-blood snob like you."
"Enough, Mister Potter, Mister Malfoy, drink this potion."
He drank, and his skin color remained the same pale, almost albino like, as always.
Professor McGonagall pointed her wand at him and said, "revealio anamagi."
He turned into a whirl of color, before stopping at a white ferret, which caused much of the class who remembered when Barty Crouch turned him into 'Draco Malfoy, The Amazing Bouncing Ferret,' to burst out laughing.
Malfoy changed back amid the laughter, "Congratulations Mister Malfoy, your anamagus form is the Ferret, if you'd wish to further discover and master this ability, you can obtain a liscense to become an anamagus from the ministry once you graduate."
Malfoy went back to his seat scowling.
McGonagall looked at the clock, "Class Dismissed," she said, following what the clock displayed.
Saturday, the last of the students away for there families funerals returned right before dinner, including Hermione Granger, finally (many had returned earlier in the week).
Harry caught up to Hermione after dinner and told her not to worry about rounds, he had it covered, like he had all week without her.
At eleven o' clock after a snowy Quidditich practice and rounds Harry made it back to the head dorms.
"Hi Harry," Hermione greeted looking up from a potions essay.
"You know you don't have to do that, you were exempt from assignments while you were gone."
"I know, I just don't like to get behind."
"Hermione Granger behind! WOW! Alert the presses, from what I've heard about your studying habits, you have everyone of your textbooks read by the time you get off the express."
"Well, I do try to read them before I get to school, but I like to be on task, what potion did we make this week? What'd we study in Transfiguration? Care of Magical Creatures? Charms?"
"Hermione," He cut her off, "Calm down, it was a rather laid back week, we didn't make a potion, Jarveys with Hagrid, which almost caused a Gryfindor- Slytherin brawl cause of the loud mouths Weasley and Malfoy, why don't they just give it up and snog eachother? Hmm, maybe that is there problem, they secretly love each other and are just putting on a tough front," His train of words was broken up by insane laughter.
"What?" he asked, then continued, "Maybe I should tell Fred and George that..."
"WOW Harry, what happened to you this week?" she asked still laughing.
"It was revealed that Malfoy is indeed a Ferret and I'm a metamorphagus, no wonder my hair grew back after that hair cut when I was seven....."
"Haircut when you were seven?"
"Yeah, my Aunt shaved off all of my hair, excepct my bangs, the next morning I had all my hair again."
"So your a metamorphagus? Really?"
"Yes and that was just yesterday in Transfiguration."
"So is that why you look different? Is your hair longer? And why the beard?"
"The beard, cause my face was um... rather frigid at Quidditich practices, and this is a rather good way to keep it semi-warm, and I guess I felt like longer hair, so... yeah. Okay, enough about me and school. How are you?"
"Good," she replied with a false smile.
"You expect me, who has spent every train ride listening to his friends excellent summers, while mine were pure shite and living hell, and instead of the truth of how rotten it was I'd say, it was fine, got a little burned, and did a bit of studying, you can't pull the put on a happy face when I'm really in hell on me. Really now, How Are You?"
She looked down at her quill, "An utter wreck, putting on a happy face as you put it."
"That is completely understandable, you should have seen me after Ced... Diggory died fourth year, or fifth year, when Sirius... died...."
"You didn't seem too bad after fourth year, fifth year you rather hid out though."
"Fourth year, an act, showing the strong tough front I usually have up, fifth year, I wandered the halls during the feast, dreading the train ride home, though it was the least I ever spent at my 'families' house. How was the funeral and all that?"
"Fine, lots of relatives, saying how sorry they were and all that, and there faces, laying in the caskets, so." He cut her off.
"Frozen in terror? Manically insane?"
"Yeah, just frozen in horrible expressions, from the killing curse, or which ever way they were killed."
"It's horrible to see someone alive next to you, then the next second, dead, in a blink of an eye, dropping to the ground in whatever position they were in, during there final moments. It's one of the worst things in the world."
Hermione-"I can imagine."
Harry-"Don't, just hope you never have to see anyone die by the killing curse, ever."
Hermione-"I think that is something all of us wish."
Harry-"I know, sometimes I wish I could go back in time and kill whomever invented the killing curse, and the other unforgivables, then maybe this world would be a better place."
Hermione-"But then someone else would create them, and we'd still be where we now are."
Harry-"True, sadly, your absolutely right, lets just hope this Dark Lord dies, like the ones before him."
Hermione-"Absolutely, then at least for awhile, we'd be able to have some peace."
Harry-"Peace, I've never seen that in my entire life."
Hermione-"The muggle world is mostly at peace, right now, well at least, here in Britain it is, but the magical world had some peace before we entered it, but with are first year, it seemed to bring on the darkness once more, and fourth year is when the dam broke."
Harry-"You've got it exactly, Hermione, that is when Voldemort returned, it is when the war started a new. First year was just his first attempt at a return, third year triggered the return, his servent returning to him."
Hermione-"Peter Pettigrew."
Harry-"Exactly. You know what happened, you were there, though I think that's just one more reason Wealey boy hates me, he thinks I killed his rat, ha ha ha, not a rat at all."
Hermione-"Actually, he thinks I killed his rat, well my cat rather."
Harry-"Crookshanks is awesome, kept me company this week, I think he missed you."
Hermione-"My cat likes you?" Harry nodded, "He doesn't seem to like anybody, and he likes you?"
Harry-"Well he hasn't tried to bite my arm off, or claw me to death, so I'm assuming so."
She laughed. "You've certainly changed the topics alot tonight, Potter, thank you, I needed that, some light hearted conversation, after a week with nit-picking old grandmas and aunts."
"Glad I could help, now I'm off to bed, night."
"Night Potter, try not to scream too much."
He stopped dead in his tracks, "You hear?"
"Yes." He dropped right there on the steps with his head in his hands.
Harry-"I didn't think you knew, I'll.... I'll start using silencing charms like I did before this year, I'm sorry."
"Potter, don't worry about it at all, if it sounds too bad I'll come wake you up."
He looked at her in shock and horror, he'd thought she hadn't known, stood, did an about face and proceded up to his room.
There we have chapter 11, I put in who was speaking there, to limit the confusion I make people have, when reading my fics, when my characters talk non stop, yeah I know that was an odd chapter.... review please. Thanks if you do, or did
Note-I want to finish this before I head off to my University, so expect a lot of jumps in time, like I have been doing, next chapter, will most likely jump to Christmas break.