Skyler trudged along the corridor on her way to Defence against the Dark
Arts. Rulan was walking next to her, sucking happily on a sweet he had
bribed out of the house elves. Zak and Rebecca were behind them, talking
animatedly about the new Professor. Skyler was more than happy for her
friend.
Ryan was in front of Skyler and Rulan, humming some tune and oblivious to Skyler placing little pieces of torn parchment strategically into his hair.
Rulan looked up just in time to notice but was silenced by a wicked grin from Skyler.
When they reached their DADA classroom, they were surprised to find the class grouped outside the large oak doors. The doors were closed and the first years seemed to be having a hard time deciding whether to go in or to wait outside until they were called.
It seemed however, that when Skyler and her friends arrived that it was no longer their problem as they all stepped aside. Skyler pouted slightly and shrugged, she had no idea what to do. Not wanting to annoy the rest of her classmates, she made a move to the front of the door. There were disappointed sighs when she just lay her ear against the door.
Inside she heard a raised voice that could only be her fathers.
Inhaling deeply she knocked.
A few minutes passed before the doors flew open, Skyler's eyes scanned the room to see whom her father was talking to but there was not any sign of anybody else.
They all took the seats that they had been sitting in for the previous half of the year. The back row on the left hand-side sat Rulan, Ryan, Becky and Skyler. The right hand-side had some Gryfindor's; Dayle was on the very end, almost next to Rulan save a small walkway through the room. Yllie was sat on the second to front row next to Sarah Weasley. Apparently, she no longer talked to Dayle.
Skyler noted that Yllie and Sarah had become very close. She wondered for the millionth time, what it would have been like if she had been in Gryfindor. Nevertheless, looking at her three best friends, she was glad she was where she was.
"Good Morning" was spoken in a loud, clear voice and silence fell over the classroom. Draco assessed his first class, looking at each first year student in turn. "For the few of you that do not know, I am Professor Malfoy" the word Professor still felt foreign in his mouth.
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The rest of the day spun around, so fast it left Skyler in a daze. Everybody was still talking about their DADA lessons, her father had called everybody up in two's from opposite houses, took their wands and made them mock-duel. He then gave them a grade on their performance judged by how they would do if they were in a real battle. The grades ranged from barely- alive to deader-than-dead, Skyler had managed a dead-but-still-twitching, mainly because she had scored some points by poking Dayle in the eye with her fake wand.
Professor Snape was somewhat less foul tempered, but still robbed Gryfindor of forty house-points.
Professor Binns had been as dull as ever.
Now Skyler was lying in her large bed, her feet cold, her best friend snoring in the bed next to her. Her stomach rumbled fiercely, she rolled her eyes. She hated being hungry, she wished she were at home were she could just wander off and help herself to food.
It was then the memories of her parents telling her stories about how they used too and she contemplated actually going. She stood and summoned her robe, took a step from the bed and stopped. Roughly, she woke Becky who was a light sleeper. Rebecca sat up and looked murderously at her friend, but reluctantly followed Skyler up to the kitchens.
On the way up the stairs they heard some muffled voices coming from somewhere inside the walls. Confused they started to feel along the walls for secret openings. They found none. Defeated they gave up and continued walking, only to hear the same muffled sounds, as clearly as before. Now they were intrigued. The fact that the voices didn't dim or grow.
This was really annoying Skyler, until the perfect memory of a story her Uncle Sirius had told her, about a room with no doors, that the only way you could see the doors or windows would be to look through a mirror.
"Beck, do you have a mirror?" she asked, Becky looked up at her friend,
"Sure, because I went to bed anticipating this wonderful little escapade."
Skyler rolled her eyes and reached into the pocket of her robes, she found nothing except her wand. That was the point she thanked god that she was from such a vein family. She grabbed her wand and whispered,
"Aperio" a plain piece of mirror appeared into her hand, she was about to raise it up to the wall when she thought better of it and handed it to her friend, a sudden worry pulling at her stomach. Her friend used the mirror and found the door, which she opened carefully. Surprisingly there was no lock on it.
The two girls poked their heads around the door, inside the room, on the floor where two discarded student's robes; one was Slytherin the other Gryfindor.
"Hello?" Becky called out softly; Skyler slapped her arm seconds before a dark-haired head shot up from the other side of a deserted table. On the face were thick, dark-rimmed glasses with tape holding them together over the bridge of the nose. The glasses from one's long forgotten school days.
"H-headmaster?" Becky chocked, Skyler was pale next to her and managed to whimper out:
"Don't ever tell me" before she fled the room. Becky was beet-red and quickly followed, a string of apologies falling from her lips until the door was closed.
Harry Potter looked down at his husband who was looking up at him in pure embarrassment. The two remained perfectly still, trying to compose themselves through their complete mortification.
"She's far too much like you," Draco muttered, removing the glamour from his hair so it lost the appearance it used to have during his school days. In silent agreement, Harry stood and dressed.
"So, celibacy?" Harry pondered aloud.
"I heard it's all the rage in Europe."
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-Notes-
Sorry it's so short. I'll write again soon, but my beta assured me that this would be better than nothing. If you need something to tie you over I suggest you go and read Flizz's story Blood Moon (it's in my favourites), she only has two chapters up so far but they're long and it's incredibly well-written. I'd be so happy if you could all swamp her with reviews for more chapters because she hasn't updated it and I really want a new chapter! Haha.
Next chapter up soon (I promise)
Review please?
Akasha xxxxxxxx
Ryan was in front of Skyler and Rulan, humming some tune and oblivious to Skyler placing little pieces of torn parchment strategically into his hair.
Rulan looked up just in time to notice but was silenced by a wicked grin from Skyler.
When they reached their DADA classroom, they were surprised to find the class grouped outside the large oak doors. The doors were closed and the first years seemed to be having a hard time deciding whether to go in or to wait outside until they were called.
It seemed however, that when Skyler and her friends arrived that it was no longer their problem as they all stepped aside. Skyler pouted slightly and shrugged, she had no idea what to do. Not wanting to annoy the rest of her classmates, she made a move to the front of the door. There were disappointed sighs when she just lay her ear against the door.
Inside she heard a raised voice that could only be her fathers.
Inhaling deeply she knocked.
A few minutes passed before the doors flew open, Skyler's eyes scanned the room to see whom her father was talking to but there was not any sign of anybody else.
They all took the seats that they had been sitting in for the previous half of the year. The back row on the left hand-side sat Rulan, Ryan, Becky and Skyler. The right hand-side had some Gryfindor's; Dayle was on the very end, almost next to Rulan save a small walkway through the room. Yllie was sat on the second to front row next to Sarah Weasley. Apparently, she no longer talked to Dayle.
Skyler noted that Yllie and Sarah had become very close. She wondered for the millionth time, what it would have been like if she had been in Gryfindor. Nevertheless, looking at her three best friends, she was glad she was where she was.
"Good Morning" was spoken in a loud, clear voice and silence fell over the classroom. Draco assessed his first class, looking at each first year student in turn. "For the few of you that do not know, I am Professor Malfoy" the word Professor still felt foreign in his mouth.
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The rest of the day spun around, so fast it left Skyler in a daze. Everybody was still talking about their DADA lessons, her father had called everybody up in two's from opposite houses, took their wands and made them mock-duel. He then gave them a grade on their performance judged by how they would do if they were in a real battle. The grades ranged from barely- alive to deader-than-dead, Skyler had managed a dead-but-still-twitching, mainly because she had scored some points by poking Dayle in the eye with her fake wand.
Professor Snape was somewhat less foul tempered, but still robbed Gryfindor of forty house-points.
Professor Binns had been as dull as ever.
Now Skyler was lying in her large bed, her feet cold, her best friend snoring in the bed next to her. Her stomach rumbled fiercely, she rolled her eyes. She hated being hungry, she wished she were at home were she could just wander off and help herself to food.
It was then the memories of her parents telling her stories about how they used too and she contemplated actually going. She stood and summoned her robe, took a step from the bed and stopped. Roughly, she woke Becky who was a light sleeper. Rebecca sat up and looked murderously at her friend, but reluctantly followed Skyler up to the kitchens.
On the way up the stairs they heard some muffled voices coming from somewhere inside the walls. Confused they started to feel along the walls for secret openings. They found none. Defeated they gave up and continued walking, only to hear the same muffled sounds, as clearly as before. Now they were intrigued. The fact that the voices didn't dim or grow.
This was really annoying Skyler, until the perfect memory of a story her Uncle Sirius had told her, about a room with no doors, that the only way you could see the doors or windows would be to look through a mirror.
"Beck, do you have a mirror?" she asked, Becky looked up at her friend,
"Sure, because I went to bed anticipating this wonderful little escapade."
Skyler rolled her eyes and reached into the pocket of her robes, she found nothing except her wand. That was the point she thanked god that she was from such a vein family. She grabbed her wand and whispered,
"Aperio" a plain piece of mirror appeared into her hand, she was about to raise it up to the wall when she thought better of it and handed it to her friend, a sudden worry pulling at her stomach. Her friend used the mirror and found the door, which she opened carefully. Surprisingly there was no lock on it.
The two girls poked their heads around the door, inside the room, on the floor where two discarded student's robes; one was Slytherin the other Gryfindor.
"Hello?" Becky called out softly; Skyler slapped her arm seconds before a dark-haired head shot up from the other side of a deserted table. On the face were thick, dark-rimmed glasses with tape holding them together over the bridge of the nose. The glasses from one's long forgotten school days.
"H-headmaster?" Becky chocked, Skyler was pale next to her and managed to whimper out:
"Don't ever tell me" before she fled the room. Becky was beet-red and quickly followed, a string of apologies falling from her lips until the door was closed.
Harry Potter looked down at his husband who was looking up at him in pure embarrassment. The two remained perfectly still, trying to compose themselves through their complete mortification.
"She's far too much like you," Draco muttered, removing the glamour from his hair so it lost the appearance it used to have during his school days. In silent agreement, Harry stood and dressed.
"So, celibacy?" Harry pondered aloud.
"I heard it's all the rage in Europe."
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-Notes-
Sorry it's so short. I'll write again soon, but my beta assured me that this would be better than nothing. If you need something to tie you over I suggest you go and read Flizz's story Blood Moon (it's in my favourites), she only has two chapters up so far but they're long and it's incredibly well-written. I'd be so happy if you could all swamp her with reviews for more chapters because she hasn't updated it and I really want a new chapter! Haha.
Next chapter up soon (I promise)
Review please?
Akasha xxxxxxxx