Ok, well, thank you to Rednal29 for reviewing so much. I got online five hours after I posted and I have 16 e-mails waiting for me, all of them reviews. Thanks to all others who reviewed! (throws jonessodas to them) Now, to answer the questions:
No it won't be Ron and Brooke (shudders at the thought). I hate Ron so much and Rupert Grint. I seriously thought about killing Ron off, but I'd get a lot of flames, so...
Yes, I only have one muse so far. I haven't really started to write paper after paper yet in Composition. And frankly, I don't care if there are six periods in a day, it's my fic and I'LL DO WHAT I WANT WITH IT!!! (clears throat) Sorry. My brain kind of exploded for a moment.
HOLY CRAP NO! I WOULD RATHER KILL JEANNA THAN HAVE HER LIKE RON, SHE HATES HIS GUTS! Although it isn't very obvious.
Didn't I change Brooke's age to ten? (goes to fanfic) No, I told you all at the beginning of chapter three where I had some technical difficulties that she was ten. I'll just state it again: Brooke is ten! Not Eight, not Nine! She's the same age as Ginny.
Yes eight pages is long for me after I wrote five of them two hours before I posted it!!!
HAVE YOU BEEN LOOKING AT MY SECRET PLANS, REDNAL29?! Oh, erm...never mind...
The prologue story I have posted is connected with this fanfic. I think I put it in the explanation/summary area.
And don't mind my yelling, or loud typing, or whatever you'd like to call it.
And I got Living in Troll Time from Eric Clapton's song Living in Tulsa Time.
Chapter Eleven: Flamel, Excuses, And Some Vanilla Giggling Action
The rest of the Christmas holiday flew by and before the three First-years knew it, Hermione had once again joined them and the Common Room was full and noisy once more. Harry felt more at home now that the school year was continuing, although he didn't know why he felt this way.
He told the other three the entire story of his Restricted Section journey. Hermione's reaction was what he had expected. "You could have been caught by Filch!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, but he wasn't," Ron said. Hermione shot him a glare. But the thing she was most upset about was that they hadn't found anything out about Nicolas Flamel.
"Not even a minor detail or fact?" she asked them.
"We told you already NO!" Jeanna said, exasperated.
As classes began again, they began to search through all of the books again. They had almost given up hope of ever finding Flamel. Harry had hardly any time to look at books because Wood was pushing their team harder and harder at each practice. Although the weather had turned from freezing snow to cold rain.
After one practice, Harry came back to the Common Room drenched and with a fallen spirit.
"What's up?" Ron asked him.
"Snape's refereeing the next Quidditch match!" Harry growled.
"Oh, bloody—"Ron began, but was cut off by Hermione.
"Pretend to be sick!"
"No, actually be sick!" Jeanna suggested.
"Pretend to break your leg!" Ron said.
"Really break your leg!" Jeanna said.
"I can't chicken out, you guys!" Harry said, aggravated at their useless, stupid ideas. "Gryffindor doesn't have a backup Seeker so if I don't play, they'll kill me. And we'd have to forfeit the game!"
"Oh." Ron said, returning back to his homework.
"Sounds like a good plan!" Jeanna said, giving him the thumbs-up sign and returning to her Charms essay.
"Harry, it'll all be resolved somehow," Hermione said. "You'll win, don't worry. And besides, the game is a two weeks. You shouldn't worry about it yet."
"You're right," Harry said, "Besides, I've got to catch up on my homework. But I can't do it tonight, I'm tired out. I'll do it in the morning." And with that, Harry slowly made his way up to his dormitory to wash up and go to bed before Ron even stepped foot on a step.
The next two weeks went by so fast, Harry hardly realized what was happening around the school. He had even forgotten to keep looking for Nicolas Flamel, even though Hermione bugged him every day to keep his mind on Flamel.
But even though Harry wanted the school year to end so he could lounge around at home, he wanted time to stop as he realized one Friday night that the Quidditch match was the next day.
After dinner that night, Harry slowly made his way into the corner of the room that the four of them had claimed as their own. Jeanna, Ron, and Hermione were already there, waiting for him. Ron was covered with books and papers, frantically scribbling down facts from a book, Jeanna was staring intently at the wall, Hermione's face was hidden behind a rather large book. Harry dropped his bag of books as loud as he could. Ron jumped, Hermione looked up, Jeanna simply smiled and continued to stare at the wall.
"Baka," she whispered. Harry paid no attention to her, but instead he plopped down into the nearest chair.
"So..." Harry said, trailing off.
"We've been sitting here since you came back from the......place where you went to," Jeanna said.
"Hey, what was up with you eating chocolate pudding? Usually you eat vanilla pudding," Ron said to Jeanna. Jeanna giggled and withdrew her gaze from the wall to Ron.
Still giggling, she replied, "They were all out of vanilla."
"They're never out of anything!" Fred said from behind Ron. Ron jumped.
"They were out of vanilla pudding," Jeanna said, still giggling.
"Well, whatever," George said, staring at Jeanna with a puzzled look on his face. She stopped giggling and turned her gaze back to the wall. "So, Harry," George said, turning to talk to Harry, who was still staring at Jeanna. She was mouthing words and swinging her head back and forth. "How are you feeling about tomorrows match?"
"Uh..." Harry said, "I don't want to play."
"He's gonna break his leg," Jeanna said.
"NO I'M NOT!" Harry fumed.
"No, Harry," Fred said. "That's—"
"A good—"
"Idea!" The two chorused.
"Well, see you later!" Fred and George took off towards the staircase to their dormitories.
Harry turned back to gawking at Jeanna, who was now singing:
koi ni shibarareta specialist nagai tsume o taterareta boku
ai o tashikametai egoist kimi no oku made tadoritsukitai
As Harry opened his mouth to ask Jeanna what the crap she was saying, Neville somehow managed to get through the portal. His legs were almost glued together and stiff so that he couldn't bend them.
"Neville, what happened?!" Ron said to him. Hermione faintly looked up and gasped as she saw Neville. But Jeanna was quicker, she jumped up and ran over to Neville and performed the counter-curse.
"It was Malfoy and the girl!" Neville managed to say.
"Pansy Parkinson?" Hermione suggested. Neville nodded.
"They ran into me outside of the library and said that they needed to practice their spells on someone." Neville said.
Harry clenched his fists at the thought of it. Neville climbed over into an empty chair next to Hermione. He scrambled through his pockets of his robe and found a Chocolate Frog, which he threw to Neville. "You're worth one-hundred of them." Neville caught the Chocolate Frog and gave Harry a sheepish smile.
"Thanks," he said, eating the Chocolate Frog. "Here," Neville said, throwing the card at him. "You collect them, right? You can have it." Neville smiled as Harry said thanks and he went up to the dormitory.
"Dumbledore," Harry said. "He was the very first one I got. I got him when I was five and—"Harry stopped and gasped. Jeanna stopped singing and turned to look at him.
"I found it! I found Flamel!!" Harry cried. "Look: 'Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel.'!" Ron grinned, Jeanna giggled, and Hermione jumped up.
She ran up to her dormitory and didn't appear for five minutes. All of a sudden they heard someone running down the steps. Hermione appeared with a large book in her arms. She jumped into her chair as she began to whisper excitedly, "I never thought of looking in here! I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading." She began leafing the through the pages of the book as Ron whispered to Hermione, "You call this light?!" She glared at him as she stopped looking through the book.
"I found it!" She began to whisper again. The other three leaned in close. "Nicolas Flamel is the only known maker of the Sorcerer's Stone!"
"The what?" Ron said, puzzled.
"Honestly Ron," Jeanna said to Ron. "Don't you read?!"
Hermione began to push the book towards Ron to read, but Harry decided not to have it take ten hours for Ron to understand, so he said, "The Sorcerer's Stone can transfer any metal into pure gold and it creates the Elixir of Life, which makes whoever drinks it live forever. I remember my dad telling me that Nicolas Flamel holds the Sorcerer's Stone and just reached his four-hundred and sixty fourth birthday."
"No......that was Gackt." Jeanna corrected him.
"Oh, well, whatever." Harry said.
"It was his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday this year!" Hermione corrected them.
"I still like Gackt better than Flamel though," Jeanna muttered to Harry.
Harry quickly interrupted Hermione's rant about Flamel and Jeanna's rant about Gackt as he whispered to them, "Shh!" They both looked at him. "That's what Fluffy is hiding! That's what Snape's after! It's the Sorcerer's Stone!"
Hermione smiled, but Jeanna interrupted her from saying anything by scolding Harry. "Heeri, Nemuru o ikite kudasai!"
Harry stared at her. "Sorry, I don't speak Chinese."
"Japanese," Jeanna corrected him, "and I said, 'Harry, please go to sleep.' If you want to win, then you need sleep."
"Right." Harry agreed. He bid them all goodnight and headed to his dormitory, where he met the loud snores of Neville...
Translations
Baka—Idiot in Japanese
Heeri, Nemuru o ikite kudasai—Harry, please go to sleep! --or something along the lines of that. It's probably not right, but everyone thank Mellysa for helping me!!
And the lyrics Jeanna sings is from Vanilla.
And the giggling thing is an inside joke for J-Rockers, if any of you J-Rockers know. AND I CAN'T STOP CAPITALIZING VANILLA!! It's so hard not to!! I mean, look: Vanilla. Vanilla. I can't just type (Vanilla with a line through it) vanilla!
Sorry it took so long to update, my muse took a long vacation and then finally decided to come back. (sigh) School starts in two days.
No Quidditch Match in this Chapter. Although I almost feel like making Gackt show up and be the referee instead of Snape, but I won't because that would make CM5K mad, so, I'll restrain myself. And sorry it's so short, new and unused Muses have taken over!
Ares: Oh, shut up. You just never used me before!!
You shut up!
Ares: Fine. But please stop playing the PV to Kimi No Tameni Dekiru Koto!
NEVER!! MUHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Half of this time (while watching Gackt e-Ma commercials) I began to write Jermione. It was quite funny as I watched Gackt's eyebrow's go continually down. Heh, Gackt is the coolest in the world. Never watch Gackt PV's while you're writing, you tend to misspell a lot of wirds. I mean words. Garcky is what Kristal typed for some reason when she was trying to y... No, no, let me explain. I was going to type Harry with a 'G' like she typed Jermione, but I ended up starting to type Gackt... and well. Garcky.
I'll try to update as much as possible. I don't have a full week of skool for three weeks. Hee.
