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No, I do not own any of these characters, except the ones that you don't recognize. That is quite a lot... Please enjoy.
32- The Prophecy
Hermione wasn't the first to remind him of it this year. Hadn't Remus given him fair warning that he would have to listen to what Dumbledore said about it? Didn't Hagrid always say that the worst will come, and when it does we would just have to face it? 'Then what am I doing here?' thought Harry angrily as he picked up a bar of soap. 'Why, I'm listening to Dumbledore, of course! We all have to listen to Dumbledore!' thought Harry sarcastically as the bar of soap jumped out of his tight grip. He got up out of the tub and slipped on his clothes while his mind wandered. Harry walked out of the bathroom into his dorm, body at rest, mind at work. Ron had already put on his things and gone to sleep, still dirty. For some reason, Harry felt numb to caring for his friend. Without knowing, Harry was building an iron wall around his heart; he was cutting himself off from all that truly mattered.
Harry started to think of Sirius and of how he always risked things, even himself, doing what was right. About how he never thought about what consequences might happen, as long as he knew he was doing the right thing. Harry remembered what Hermione had called Sirius,
'Reckless,' he remembered her exact wording...
Then a sudden thought struck him, 'Why in the world do I need friends like that for?!' Harry looked over at Ron snoring next to him. He couldn't think through his wave of thoughts as Ron's outrageous snores piled around him, so Harry decided to go to the common room.
It was about eleven, so he was sure he'd be alone... Or so he thought...
33- What friends are for
And just who would be in the common room at such an hour? Mona.
Harry looked over at her as he walked down the stairs. She was sitting alone at a table with charms notes surrounding her. She had her hair down, and her face was serious with concentrating. It was obvious that Mona was going to study ahead to make up for the time they had detention.
Harry sat down at her table, across from her. She finished a sentence and looked up at Harry.
Mona saw him looking at her, as though judging her in a grave way. Did he know that his eyebrows went down to the upper rim of his glasses while he thought? Mona realized that this was a solemn occasion, as she saw Harry look away from her and put his head down and rummage his hands through his hair. She picked up her quill and set to work again.
Harry put his hands in his hair and his head on the table. Why was she just working like that? What was she writing that essay for? What was the point for her to put down every word which she was writing for that blasted essay? Why was she staying up until this time at night to finish something that would never matter?
Or would it...
A new thought had just struck Harry as he brought his head up and saw Mona slightly throw her hair out of her face. Maybe there was a reason... maybe there was something out their worth living... maybe by working and becoming an auror, we could win... win happiness, friendship... we could win something worth fighting for...
'And how could you win without the most essential ingredient?' Harry thought as he saw Zara, Mona's cat, jump on Mona's lap when Mona was just about to put her head down. 'What was the thing that was needed for anyone to be able to continue?' Mona slid her hand through Zara's fur, brought her head back up, and finished the last bit of her essay.
'Friends,' thought Harry. 'That's what friends are for,' he said as he got up to go to his dormitory after Mona had left. So, after that silent conversation, Harry found out: what friends were for.
33- Defense Against the Dark Arts
Mona woke up late the next morning, she was being shaken awake by Hermione.
'Wake up, Mona. Come on, wake up,' shouted Hermione in Mona's ear. 'You'll won't want to be late today, anyway.'
'How come,' mumbled Mona from under the bedcovers.
'Cause we have Tonks, first thing this morning!'
'NO way!' shouted Mona.
'Way!'
'No way!'
'Way!'
'No way!'
'Way!'
'Way, what!!!' shouted Parvati as she threw aside the curtains to glare at Hermione and Mona.
'Nothing,' said Mona, quietly.
'Well,' said Lavendar, sourly, also throwing back her curtains to reveal a wave of messy hair, 'Way and nothing yourselves somewhere else, will ya?'
'Ya, I mean, ' said Parvati crossing her arms over her chest like it was the most obvious thing in the world, 'a girl's got to get her beauty sleep.'
Giggling, Mona and Hermione got changed and quietly went down the stairs to the Great Hall. Hermione was still chatting amicably right down until they were eating breakfast.
'And did you know,' Hermione continued, 'that she an animorphagus?' as Mona shook her head, her hair flying wildly around her. 'She makes the funniest faces.'
'Ok, ok, Hermione,' said Dean Thomas on her right. 'We can see who you'd elect for teacher of the year, just don't keep going on about it,' he stuffed a piece of toast into his mouth as he grinned good heartedly.
Mona looked up at the teacher's table. There she was; she looked like a young girl today, with her hair in two pig tails on either side of her head. Professor Flitwick was amicably chatting with her as she licked whipped cream off her nose; Professor Mc Gonigal had a look on her face and was raising her eyebrows at Tonk's childish behavior.
34- Tonks
'Welcome to my class,' said Tonks happily as she bounced into the room, wearing a pink dress with frills. 'I hope you will enjoy my class today; now, I know that this is your first lesson, so I will just make it a review of what you have done for the past few years.'
As Tonks went on talking about the review, most of the class was either talking, laughing, or just thinking Tonks was plain strange. Everyone had to take Defense Against the Dark Arts now, because of the current situation. Mona thought that it was very unusual for a teacher to be dressing in such a way, but since Hermione thought that Tonk's was a great teacher, it seemed she was hiding her talent.
'Now, I usually work as an auror, but this year I have been asked by Dumbledore to teach you all how to protect yourselves.'
There was a snort from the Slytherin's side of class, and someone threw out a dangerous comment, 'I bet they fired this kid from the ministry. How could she become an auror anyway?'
To be an auror, you have to be capable of noticing everything that goes on, no matter how big or small. And Tonks noticed this. 'Exuse me,' she said, dropping the sweet, innocent voice. Tonks walked over to the Slytherin side of class and looked at them one by one. 'Who said that,' she said.
'Oh, did you say something,' said Malfoy, a smirk planted in his face.
'Did you say that,' said Tonk's dangerously.
'And what if I did,' said Malfoy, standing up. He thought that he could pick on this 4ft Tonks. But, he was wrong.
Once Malfoy stood up, Harry got angry. He clenched his fists and was about to get up, but Hermione grabbed his arm and leaned back in her chair, with an expression on her face that clearly said: Tonk's can take care of herself.
And, yes, she could. When Malfoy thought he had won by towering over Tonks, Tonk's eyes turned black. Her blonde hair in pigtails transformed into black, oily hair. The petite nose and freckled complexion became hook shaped and pale. Her pink, frilly dress darkened into black billowing robes, as she grew taller into someone else.
Snape.
Malfoy's mouth dropped open as he looked up at his Potion's teacher. 'P..p...professor,' he stuttered. The class was in complete shock. The Slytherin's had automatically straightened their backs and stood more stiffly in their chairs for respect toward's their favorite teacher. Harry was in alarm; he had thought that he wasn't going to see Snape until next week. Neville actually shrieked in fright. The Gryffindor's were confused, while Hermione seemed very happy towards the whole situation.
'That's more like it,' said Tonk's through Snape's mouth in his oily tone. She swiftly walked up to her desk in Snape's swift walk and said,' Ten points from Slytherin for disrespect towards a teacher. Does anyone else have anything to say?'
It didn't seem the class would even be capable of saying anything throughout the entire class. So it ended much better than it had started.
No, I do not own any of these characters, except the ones that you don't recognize. That is quite a lot... Please enjoy.
32- The Prophecy
Hermione wasn't the first to remind him of it this year. Hadn't Remus given him fair warning that he would have to listen to what Dumbledore said about it? Didn't Hagrid always say that the worst will come, and when it does we would just have to face it? 'Then what am I doing here?' thought Harry angrily as he picked up a bar of soap. 'Why, I'm listening to Dumbledore, of course! We all have to listen to Dumbledore!' thought Harry sarcastically as the bar of soap jumped out of his tight grip. He got up out of the tub and slipped on his clothes while his mind wandered. Harry walked out of the bathroom into his dorm, body at rest, mind at work. Ron had already put on his things and gone to sleep, still dirty. For some reason, Harry felt numb to caring for his friend. Without knowing, Harry was building an iron wall around his heart; he was cutting himself off from all that truly mattered.
Harry started to think of Sirius and of how he always risked things, even himself, doing what was right. About how he never thought about what consequences might happen, as long as he knew he was doing the right thing. Harry remembered what Hermione had called Sirius,
'Reckless,' he remembered her exact wording...
Then a sudden thought struck him, 'Why in the world do I need friends like that for?!' Harry looked over at Ron snoring next to him. He couldn't think through his wave of thoughts as Ron's outrageous snores piled around him, so Harry decided to go to the common room.
It was about eleven, so he was sure he'd be alone... Or so he thought...
33- What friends are for
And just who would be in the common room at such an hour? Mona.
Harry looked over at her as he walked down the stairs. She was sitting alone at a table with charms notes surrounding her. She had her hair down, and her face was serious with concentrating. It was obvious that Mona was going to study ahead to make up for the time they had detention.
Harry sat down at her table, across from her. She finished a sentence and looked up at Harry.
Mona saw him looking at her, as though judging her in a grave way. Did he know that his eyebrows went down to the upper rim of his glasses while he thought? Mona realized that this was a solemn occasion, as she saw Harry look away from her and put his head down and rummage his hands through his hair. She picked up her quill and set to work again.
Harry put his hands in his hair and his head on the table. Why was she just working like that? What was she writing that essay for? What was the point for her to put down every word which she was writing for that blasted essay? Why was she staying up until this time at night to finish something that would never matter?
Or would it...
A new thought had just struck Harry as he brought his head up and saw Mona slightly throw her hair out of her face. Maybe there was a reason... maybe there was something out their worth living... maybe by working and becoming an auror, we could win... win happiness, friendship... we could win something worth fighting for...
'And how could you win without the most essential ingredient?' Harry thought as he saw Zara, Mona's cat, jump on Mona's lap when Mona was just about to put her head down. 'What was the thing that was needed for anyone to be able to continue?' Mona slid her hand through Zara's fur, brought her head back up, and finished the last bit of her essay.
'Friends,' thought Harry. 'That's what friends are for,' he said as he got up to go to his dormitory after Mona had left. So, after that silent conversation, Harry found out: what friends were for.
33- Defense Against the Dark Arts
Mona woke up late the next morning, she was being shaken awake by Hermione.
'Wake up, Mona. Come on, wake up,' shouted Hermione in Mona's ear. 'You'll won't want to be late today, anyway.'
'How come,' mumbled Mona from under the bedcovers.
'Cause we have Tonks, first thing this morning!'
'NO way!' shouted Mona.
'Way!'
'No way!'
'Way!'
'No way!'
'Way!'
'Way, what!!!' shouted Parvati as she threw aside the curtains to glare at Hermione and Mona.
'Nothing,' said Mona, quietly.
'Well,' said Lavendar, sourly, also throwing back her curtains to reveal a wave of messy hair, 'Way and nothing yourselves somewhere else, will ya?'
'Ya, I mean, ' said Parvati crossing her arms over her chest like it was the most obvious thing in the world, 'a girl's got to get her beauty sleep.'
Giggling, Mona and Hermione got changed and quietly went down the stairs to the Great Hall. Hermione was still chatting amicably right down until they were eating breakfast.
'And did you know,' Hermione continued, 'that she an animorphagus?' as Mona shook her head, her hair flying wildly around her. 'She makes the funniest faces.'
'Ok, ok, Hermione,' said Dean Thomas on her right. 'We can see who you'd elect for teacher of the year, just don't keep going on about it,' he stuffed a piece of toast into his mouth as he grinned good heartedly.
Mona looked up at the teacher's table. There she was; she looked like a young girl today, with her hair in two pig tails on either side of her head. Professor Flitwick was amicably chatting with her as she licked whipped cream off her nose; Professor Mc Gonigal had a look on her face and was raising her eyebrows at Tonk's childish behavior.
34- Tonks
'Welcome to my class,' said Tonks happily as she bounced into the room, wearing a pink dress with frills. 'I hope you will enjoy my class today; now, I know that this is your first lesson, so I will just make it a review of what you have done for the past few years.'
As Tonks went on talking about the review, most of the class was either talking, laughing, or just thinking Tonks was plain strange. Everyone had to take Defense Against the Dark Arts now, because of the current situation. Mona thought that it was very unusual for a teacher to be dressing in such a way, but since Hermione thought that Tonk's was a great teacher, it seemed she was hiding her talent.
'Now, I usually work as an auror, but this year I have been asked by Dumbledore to teach you all how to protect yourselves.'
There was a snort from the Slytherin's side of class, and someone threw out a dangerous comment, 'I bet they fired this kid from the ministry. How could she become an auror anyway?'
To be an auror, you have to be capable of noticing everything that goes on, no matter how big or small. And Tonks noticed this. 'Exuse me,' she said, dropping the sweet, innocent voice. Tonks walked over to the Slytherin side of class and looked at them one by one. 'Who said that,' she said.
'Oh, did you say something,' said Malfoy, a smirk planted in his face.
'Did you say that,' said Tonk's dangerously.
'And what if I did,' said Malfoy, standing up. He thought that he could pick on this 4ft Tonks. But, he was wrong.
Once Malfoy stood up, Harry got angry. He clenched his fists and was about to get up, but Hermione grabbed his arm and leaned back in her chair, with an expression on her face that clearly said: Tonk's can take care of herself.
And, yes, she could. When Malfoy thought he had won by towering over Tonks, Tonk's eyes turned black. Her blonde hair in pigtails transformed into black, oily hair. The petite nose and freckled complexion became hook shaped and pale. Her pink, frilly dress darkened into black billowing robes, as she grew taller into someone else.
Snape.
Malfoy's mouth dropped open as he looked up at his Potion's teacher. 'P..p...professor,' he stuttered. The class was in complete shock. The Slytherin's had automatically straightened their backs and stood more stiffly in their chairs for respect toward's their favorite teacher. Harry was in alarm; he had thought that he wasn't going to see Snape until next week. Neville actually shrieked in fright. The Gryffindor's were confused, while Hermione seemed very happy towards the whole situation.
'That's more like it,' said Tonk's through Snape's mouth in his oily tone. She swiftly walked up to her desk in Snape's swift walk and said,' Ten points from Slytherin for disrespect towards a teacher. Does anyone else have anything to say?'
It didn't seem the class would even be capable of saying anything throughout the entire class. So it ended much better than it had started.