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No, I do not own any of these characters, except the ones that you don't recognize. That was quite a lot... Please enjoy.
48- Wind Blown Words
'Get up, Mona. Come on... get up!' someone said into Mona's ear.
'No, not class,' Mona mumbled, turning over in her bed.
Someone started poking her, 'You're going to miss breakfast,' the voice said convincingly.
'No, not hungry,' Mona said, the words lazily forming from her lips.
'Get up, you're missing winter break!' shouted the voice.
'Break!' said Mona, sitting straight up in bed. Parvati and Lavendar started laughing uproariously. Hermione was actually holding her sides. Mona stumbled out of bed, trying to comb her hair. She got into the bathroom and took a quick, hot shower.
Entering the Great Hall with Hermione, Parvati, and Lavendar, Mona was relieved to know that Malfoy and just about everyone in Slytherin weren't staying for the winter. Looking around, she saw that Slytherin was just about the only table empty; it seemed that everyone else was staying at Hogwarts. She thought for a moment of why, then she knew. For safety.
Not wanting to get a damper on her mood, Mona continued to go and sit down. Mona realized that she was a bit late to breakfast, but didn't really care. It was break after all, a good time to let down ones guard.
Then, the doors opened and Harry, Ron, and a few other boys came in. It seemed she wasn't the only person who had slept in. Harry's hair was all ruffled, it seemed Harry hadn't even tried to tame it, thought Mona with a smile. The t-shirt to his uniform wasn't tucked in, and a shoe lace was untied.
'G'morning,' said Harry, apparently just forced awake by the other boys.
'I guarantee it's going to be a great day,' said Ron more happy than usual.
'And why is that, 'said Hermione, her eyes happily resting on Ron.
'Cause the ferrets gone!' said Ron, stuffing his plate.
'I completely agree,' said Harry and he truly looked happy.
After breakfast, Harry took the team out flying. Ginny and Mona walked out accompanied with Alice, a fourth year girl, the other beater on the team, besides Mark. Mona tightened her muffler and got ready for Harry's speech.
'Well, not much to say,' said Harry, looking around at them all, Ron at his side, 'We just want to win, right? Then, let's do it!'
Everyone kicked up into the air. Harry started to follow the Snitch. Beaters were trying wildly to attack each other with the bludgers. Mona and the other chasers were trying to score against Ron, who seemed much better without a crowd.
Mona was trying to explain to the other chasers how to do a braid attack which would lead them to scoring. 'So, if I'm in the middle, I'll go right and the person on the right will go to middle. Then the person in the middle will go left, and the person on the left will go into the middle,' Mona explained to Ginny who seemed to be concentrating, and Alex, a fifth year, who had his arms crossed against his chest, 'And the whole time, we're supposed to keep the Quaffle moving between us. Do you get that?' asked Mona.
'Uhhh...' said Ginny.
'No,' said Alex, rather straightforwardly.
As Mona struggled to explain again, Harry came over with the Snitch hopelessly struggling in his right fist.
'Problems?' he asked, looking at the three of them.
'Mona's trying to explain to us some braid attack, and I think I'm beginning to get it,' Alex told Harry.
'Well, that's good,' said Harry, 'but, just make sure you don't take to long, you don't want to see Ron when he get's bored.'
Ron, at the moment, was sitting on the center hoop with his broom between his legs. Every once in a while he would fall forward onto his broom and come back up again. It was a rather pathetic sight.
'Ron, mate, ' Harry said, before he zoomed off towards his friend.
'I'm telling you, 'said Ginny, once Harry was gone, 'I'm not related to him.'
After practice, the whole team was walking back to changing rooms. Just then, Mona heard something, quietly floating on the wind.
'Isa...lla, where are you? Come back,... Is...a'
'Whatever, ' Mona thought, walking on with her team, 'whatever.'
49- Attacks
Some things are better not left ignored, but how was Mona to know that? After all, it was winter break and who would want to listen to the wind, when there was so much to do?
'Not fair, not fair!' shouted Ron, who was pathetically trying to dodge five snowballs.
'It's not our fault you have red hair, Ron,' said Hermione, as she threw another snowball.
'You're the perfect target,' said Harry, who was hiding behind his barrier and making more ammo.
'Why don't you get Ginny? She has red hair, too!' said Ron as he got hit by Seamus in the back of the head.
'Ginny's not here, Ron,' said Mona as she f airly shot a snowball at Hermione and getting one in return, 'Now, do you know why she never plays in a snow fight?'
'Hmph,' said Ron, getting hit again, 'Didn't think she was that smart.'
Around dinner time, the group got up and headed for the Great Hall. 'Don't you guys think we should get changed? I mean, I'm covered in snow,' said Hermione as she ran her fingers through her hair.
'Naw, Hermione, not like that! Do this...' said Ron as he expertly shook his head furiously. Mona could have sworn that a pound of snow fell out of his hair.
'Well, gee, thanks loads Ron,' said Harry sarcastically, 'now, it's all over us.'
Ron just grinned as they entered the Great Hall. Routinely, looking up to the teacher's table, Mona realized something was wrong. All the teacher's faces looked grim, at least. Some looked like they could have been crying.
'Students,' said Dumbledore, as everyone was seated, 'I am afraid that I have a very grave announcement to make.' Mona saw his eyes travel over the three full tables, then Slytherin's nearly empty one. 'Galesburg has been attacked.' Hermione gasped and covered her mouth with her hands as many other gasps and chat leaked into the room.
'Please,' said Dumbledore, holding up a hand, 'Give me silence, so I can explain how this happened.' Mona realized there was no twinkle in the old man's eyes, though his half-moon glasses tried to hide it. 'It was reported that a large group of students entered the town, as if on a school visit. They refused to say from which school as they looked through the libraries and museums in this fellow English town. It was then that the attacks started. The muggles in the town had no means of protection. Of course, 'Dumbledore added, 'Ministry wizards arrived at the scene to find the attackers gone and the muggles in uproar. They took care of business.'
'The report from the ministry says something very peculiar about this though. It says that the aurors could find no sign of the students who visited.' At once, Mona felt many students at Hogwarts turn to the empty Slytherin table and really wonder where they were. 'But, I do not want any of us to assume,' Dumbledore stated clearly, 'As Hogwarts, we must stand firm, for now that Voldemort---collective shudder--- has risen many will crumble. And I, for one, don't want to be one of them.'
Hogwarts mumbled its agreement as they finished their meal. But, as Mona looked at Dumbledore's face, she knew that what they needed was a full roar of approval from all four tables.
No, I do not own any of these characters, except the ones that you don't recognize. That was quite a lot... Please enjoy.
48- Wind Blown Words
'Get up, Mona. Come on... get up!' someone said into Mona's ear.
'No, not class,' Mona mumbled, turning over in her bed.
Someone started poking her, 'You're going to miss breakfast,' the voice said convincingly.
'No, not hungry,' Mona said, the words lazily forming from her lips.
'Get up, you're missing winter break!' shouted the voice.
'Break!' said Mona, sitting straight up in bed. Parvati and Lavendar started laughing uproariously. Hermione was actually holding her sides. Mona stumbled out of bed, trying to comb her hair. She got into the bathroom and took a quick, hot shower.
Entering the Great Hall with Hermione, Parvati, and Lavendar, Mona was relieved to know that Malfoy and just about everyone in Slytherin weren't staying for the winter. Looking around, she saw that Slytherin was just about the only table empty; it seemed that everyone else was staying at Hogwarts. She thought for a moment of why, then she knew. For safety.
Not wanting to get a damper on her mood, Mona continued to go and sit down. Mona realized that she was a bit late to breakfast, but didn't really care. It was break after all, a good time to let down ones guard.
Then, the doors opened and Harry, Ron, and a few other boys came in. It seemed she wasn't the only person who had slept in. Harry's hair was all ruffled, it seemed Harry hadn't even tried to tame it, thought Mona with a smile. The t-shirt to his uniform wasn't tucked in, and a shoe lace was untied.
'G'morning,' said Harry, apparently just forced awake by the other boys.
'I guarantee it's going to be a great day,' said Ron more happy than usual.
'And why is that, 'said Hermione, her eyes happily resting on Ron.
'Cause the ferrets gone!' said Ron, stuffing his plate.
'I completely agree,' said Harry and he truly looked happy.
After breakfast, Harry took the team out flying. Ginny and Mona walked out accompanied with Alice, a fourth year girl, the other beater on the team, besides Mark. Mona tightened her muffler and got ready for Harry's speech.
'Well, not much to say,' said Harry, looking around at them all, Ron at his side, 'We just want to win, right? Then, let's do it!'
Everyone kicked up into the air. Harry started to follow the Snitch. Beaters were trying wildly to attack each other with the bludgers. Mona and the other chasers were trying to score against Ron, who seemed much better without a crowd.
Mona was trying to explain to the other chasers how to do a braid attack which would lead them to scoring. 'So, if I'm in the middle, I'll go right and the person on the right will go to middle. Then the person in the middle will go left, and the person on the left will go into the middle,' Mona explained to Ginny who seemed to be concentrating, and Alex, a fifth year, who had his arms crossed against his chest, 'And the whole time, we're supposed to keep the Quaffle moving between us. Do you get that?' asked Mona.
'Uhhh...' said Ginny.
'No,' said Alex, rather straightforwardly.
As Mona struggled to explain again, Harry came over with the Snitch hopelessly struggling in his right fist.
'Problems?' he asked, looking at the three of them.
'Mona's trying to explain to us some braid attack, and I think I'm beginning to get it,' Alex told Harry.
'Well, that's good,' said Harry, 'but, just make sure you don't take to long, you don't want to see Ron when he get's bored.'
Ron, at the moment, was sitting on the center hoop with his broom between his legs. Every once in a while he would fall forward onto his broom and come back up again. It was a rather pathetic sight.
'Ron, mate, ' Harry said, before he zoomed off towards his friend.
'I'm telling you, 'said Ginny, once Harry was gone, 'I'm not related to him.'
After practice, the whole team was walking back to changing rooms. Just then, Mona heard something, quietly floating on the wind.
'Isa...lla, where are you? Come back,... Is...a'
'Whatever, ' Mona thought, walking on with her team, 'whatever.'
49- Attacks
Some things are better not left ignored, but how was Mona to know that? After all, it was winter break and who would want to listen to the wind, when there was so much to do?
'Not fair, not fair!' shouted Ron, who was pathetically trying to dodge five snowballs.
'It's not our fault you have red hair, Ron,' said Hermione, as she threw another snowball.
'You're the perfect target,' said Harry, who was hiding behind his barrier and making more ammo.
'Why don't you get Ginny? She has red hair, too!' said Ron as he got hit by Seamus in the back of the head.
'Ginny's not here, Ron,' said Mona as she f airly shot a snowball at Hermione and getting one in return, 'Now, do you know why she never plays in a snow fight?'
'Hmph,' said Ron, getting hit again, 'Didn't think she was that smart.'
Around dinner time, the group got up and headed for the Great Hall. 'Don't you guys think we should get changed? I mean, I'm covered in snow,' said Hermione as she ran her fingers through her hair.
'Naw, Hermione, not like that! Do this...' said Ron as he expertly shook his head furiously. Mona could have sworn that a pound of snow fell out of his hair.
'Well, gee, thanks loads Ron,' said Harry sarcastically, 'now, it's all over us.'
Ron just grinned as they entered the Great Hall. Routinely, looking up to the teacher's table, Mona realized something was wrong. All the teacher's faces looked grim, at least. Some looked like they could have been crying.
'Students,' said Dumbledore, as everyone was seated, 'I am afraid that I have a very grave announcement to make.' Mona saw his eyes travel over the three full tables, then Slytherin's nearly empty one. 'Galesburg has been attacked.' Hermione gasped and covered her mouth with her hands as many other gasps and chat leaked into the room.
'Please,' said Dumbledore, holding up a hand, 'Give me silence, so I can explain how this happened.' Mona realized there was no twinkle in the old man's eyes, though his half-moon glasses tried to hide it. 'It was reported that a large group of students entered the town, as if on a school visit. They refused to say from which school as they looked through the libraries and museums in this fellow English town. It was then that the attacks started. The muggles in the town had no means of protection. Of course, 'Dumbledore added, 'Ministry wizards arrived at the scene to find the attackers gone and the muggles in uproar. They took care of business.'
'The report from the ministry says something very peculiar about this though. It says that the aurors could find no sign of the students who visited.' At once, Mona felt many students at Hogwarts turn to the empty Slytherin table and really wonder where they were. 'But, I do not want any of us to assume,' Dumbledore stated clearly, 'As Hogwarts, we must stand firm, for now that Voldemort---collective shudder--- has risen many will crumble. And I, for one, don't want to be one of them.'
Hogwarts mumbled its agreement as they finished their meal. But, as Mona looked at Dumbledore's face, she knew that what they needed was a full roar of approval from all four tables.