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Ch. 7 (Damn! I'm already on Ch. 7? I need to hurry this story along!)
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Harry's next few weeks were going by quickly, more quickly than he could have imagined. His quidditch practices went well, except for the fact that Matthew always seemed to be showing off, and a short 7th year was acting a lot like Colin Creevey.
The 7th year was a girl named Lisa McMillan. She always carried around a muggle video camera, and a camera, to take shots and videos of Harry. She had brown hair that was always worn in pigtails and dark brown eyes.
Anyway, she would follow Harry around, even during classes, which she would skip, so she could see him. During meal times, she would try to sit by him, asking him tons of trivial questions and taking notes. Harry tried to avoid her as much as he could, but he couldn't deny the fact; he had a stalker.
So, before Harry knew it, Halloween was here, and they were going to have a costume party in the Great Tent. Everyone was allowed into the party, though only if they wore costumes. Ron was going to be a mummy, so he stole all the toilet paper from the bathrooms, which unfortunately Harry didn't know when he went...
Nick was going to be a big spider, only to scare Ron. He was probably going to make his costume by magic.
Neville was dressing up as Professor Snape, because he wanted to scare everyone, and also since Harry would give him 10 galleons if he did.
Harry was going to dress up as Chudley Cannon's quidditch player, since he couldn't think of anything. He would borrow one of Ron's old Chudley Cannon's jersey (Ron had grown way too big for it), and bring in his Firebolt.
So, that night, they all changed into their costumes, and walked down to the party (well, Harry flew down on his Firebolt). When they got to the party, it was already full of students all dressed up in wacky costumes. In the middle of the tent was a huge dance floor, where a bunch of students were dancing. Harry could see Hermione by the punch bowl, dressed as a mummy, as well.
Ron immediately ran over to her, and started demanding why she was wearing his costume.
"I made this costume and I'm going to wear," said Hermione simply.
"Yeah, but you knew that I was going to wear it!" shouted Ron, furiously.
"So, a lot of people are mummies!"
Ron just groaned, and sat down in a chair beside her.
"Do I look okay? I bet it looks stupid," said Hermione.
"You never look stupid! You're always pre-" Ron halted, looking extremely embarrassed. He then cleared his throat, and went over to Chad, and started talking. His face was bright red.
"Did he just call me..."
"Yeah, he did," said Harry, feeling stunned. Ron liked Hermione? Now that was a shocker. Well, not really, to you the truth.
Matthew and his followers entered the tent. Most of them were dressed like banshees or something like that. Matthew walked over to Harry, and Harry couldn't help but stare at his costume.
Matthew had on an old plaid shirt with khakis. His hair was extremely messy, and he had dyed it black. He also had on huge, round glasses, way bigger than any Harry had ever seen.
"Who are you sup-" Harry halted. There was a lightning bolt scar on Matthew's forehead.
"Hi! I'm Harry Pothead," said Matthew in a nerdy voice.
Harry felt his face turn bright red, because a few people had come over and started laughing. He hated Matthew. "You little bastard."
Matthew started snickering, and Morgan appeared. She was dressed up, as a muggle movie character, Elizabeth Swan from Pirates of the Caribbean. Of course no one realized that.
"Hi, Matthew," she smiled, about to give him a hug and then stopped. "Why are you dressed as Harry?" She looked at him strangely.
"Because, I wanted to be scary, and this is the best scary face I've seen by far," smirked Matthew. Harry's face blushed even harder.
Everyone started laughing again, except Morgan. She just frowned and said quietly, "Why do you always do that?"
"Do what?" asked Matthew.
"Make fun of people."
"I just mess around with people."
"Yeah, but it gets annoying."
"So, when do you care, you're always laughing."
"I do care!"
"Oh don't give me this crap!"
"Oh, just SHUT-UP for once!"
People started crowding around Morgan and Matthew as they shouted at each other. Harry was rather shocked.
"LOOK, DON'T TELL ME WHAT'S RIGHT AND WHAT'S WRONG!" shouted Matthew.
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! YOU'VE ALWAYS DONE THAT!" yelled Morgan.
"SHUT UP, BITCH!" said Matthew angrily. "I'VE NEVER CONTROLLED YOU!"
"Fine."
"What do you mean fine?" asked Matthew.
"It's over." Morgan left the tent, with her best friend, Ellie following her. Matthew just stood there, his face bright red.
"Well what are you looking at?" asked Matthew angrily. "Let's PARTY!" he shouted, and everyone went back to dancing, talking, and just having fun. Matthew started talking to a blonde 7th year.
"Yes!" said Harry happily.
"What?" asked Ron, Hermione, and Nick together.
"Matthew broke up with Morgan!" said Harry.
"Well, that's great mate, now you can go out with her," said Ron and Nick, but Hermione frowned.
"I wouldn't do that so soon," she said.
"Why?" asked Harry stupidly.
"Well, she just broke up with Matthew, she's going to be kind-of... out of it. It'd be weird, if you started flirting with her just after she broke up."
"Oh." Harry's smile grew to a frown.
"And also, I bet Matthew would hate you for goin' with his old girlfriend," added Ron.
"He already hates me."
Chad walked over, looking very angry.
"What's up, Chad?" asked Harry curiously. Chad was always pretty cool.
"Cho. She keeps on mentioning her old boyfriend, Diggory, or something, and so, I told her, to try and collect herself, because she was cryin'. Anyway, I go get her some punch and when I get back to her, she and Matthew are flirtin' like crazy."
"That sounds like Matthew," said Nick.
"Cho never cheats though," said Harry slowly. Chad looked at him bewildered. "I used to go out with her," added Harry.
"It must have been that bastard, Matthew. I could kick 'im off the team, if I wanted too. Though I'd have to have a quidditch related reason..." Chad walked off, towards one of his friends' looking very confused.
Harry, Ron, Neville, Nick, and Hermione hung out for most of the party, sometimes dancing; most of the time talking near the punch bowl.
At the end of the party Mr. Davidson walked to the front of the room, and did a spell on his voice so it would be loud enough to hear over all the noise. "Now, as you all know, we're going to be giving out awards for the best costumes and make-up."
Everyone continued talking, not even paying the slightest attention... except Hermione, who was taking notes.
"... If you win a reward, you get a free homework pass..."
Immediately, everyone started listening.
"So, first, I have the best makeup on a girl. This goes to... Luna Lovegood. Luna came up wearing normal clothes, except a big bloody axe was coming out of her head. Her face had fake blood all over it, very gruesome.
"Now, best makeup on a boy. This goes to... Gerald Nicholson." Gerald, a little 2nd year, walked up as Frankenstein.
"Now, best costume on a girl. This goes to... Hermione Granger." Hermione walked up looking stunned, while Ron looked rather annoyed.
"Copy-cat," muttered Ron.
"And, last but not least, best costume on a boy. This goes to... Chad Hamilton." Chad walked up, wearing a coat and boots like Will Turner, in Pirates of the Carribean (obviously this movie is very popular at Camp 7 ¾. He also had a real sword in his belt.
"Now, the winners of best costume, will have a dance to themselves, and the same for winners of best makeup."
The music went to a fast song, and Hermione and Chad immediately started dancing lively to it. Luna and Gerald Nicholson also started dancing, but they both just... how do I say this in a nice way... they both... they danced as badly as Hagrid.
Ron didn't seem too happy with Hermione and Chad dancing happily. He kept on muttering stuff like 'It should be me dancing' or 'Thinks to full of himself'. Harry didn't know what his problem was.
The rest of the party was really good, and Harry went to bed tired.
That night, Harry had another dream.
He was standing on a hill looking at the grave of Tom Riddle. Beside him, Wormtail was looking worried. He had ropes tying his hands, and Harry realized that he did too.
In front of him there were dozens of death eaters, in long dark robes. It was very dark, so Harry could only make outlines of anyone. He looked down at his own robes, and found they were covered in blood. He started losing his nerves, and felt cold sweat trickle down his forehead.
In front of him, Lord Voldemort stepped closer to him. Beside him, was another man. The same man Harry had seen in his other dream. He stepped forward, as well, though he did not put his hood down. All Harry could see was cold, harsh eyes.
In between Lord Voldemort and the man was someone much shorter. Harry thought it was a girl, though he couldn't tell. She had her hood on too, but Harry could see that she had dark brown eyes.
"Time for you to die, Potter," said Voldemort.
Voldemort raised his wand. "Avada Ke-"...
Harry jumped to his left, as a flash of green light came at full force towards the gravestone Harry had been in front of.
He woke up on the floor, with Ron, Neville, and Nick looking over him. His face was dripping in sweat, and his scar hurt painfully.
"You had another dream, didn't you?" asked Ron.
Harry nodded, and told them about the dream. Nick and Neville understood better this time, because Ron and Harry had told them pretty much everything they needed to know.
Harry went back to sleep, though this was extremely hard for him, since his thoughts were clouding his mind.
The next week, Harry always had a ton of homework to do. On Saturday, he had quidditch practice, the last practice before the season. When he went down to the quidditch pitch, Chad was arguing at Matthew.
"You bastard! How could you steal my girlfriend?!?" he asked angrily.
"Look, Cho and I didn't plan this to happen, we just kind-of..." Matthew paused. He didn't have any expression on his face.
"Oh, don't give me this bull shit!" shouted Chad angrily, and then stopped, as he saw Cho enter the quidditch pitch nervously.
"What are you doin' here?" he asked.
"Um... well, since Ron Weasley got to be commentator, can I be commentator as well?" she asked nervously. Ron looked at her, with an expression that read 'I don't want to commentate with you.'
Chad looked at her, his eyes clouded. "Sure," he said slowly and then turned his back on her.
"All right. This is an important practice, the last one before the season, which begins tomorrow..."
Harry didn't listen. Chad's speeches were worse than Wood's and Angelina's together; and that was saying something.
He inched over to where Morgan was standing in the back. She too, seemed really bored.
"Hi," he whispered softly. She turned and looked at him, straight in to his eyes, and for a minute or two, she was silent. Then she nodded her head, to show that she acknowledged him.
"Were you on his team before?" asked Harry. She nodded again and Harry said, "Are his pep-talks as long as this too?"
She nodded, and whispered, "Longer."
"Great," said Harry sarcastically. She just smiled, and started twiddling her thumbs.
"Um... I'm really sorry about what happened at the Halloween party," said Harry slowly.
Morgan looked at him, and whispered, "It's okay."
"Is he goin' out with..."
"Yeah, with Chang," Morgan whispered sadly.
Harry gave her a reassuring smile.
"...Okay let's get to practice!" shouted Chad, and everyone mounted his or her brooms.
Quidditch practice was not good at all today. Chad and Morgan were mad at Matthew, Matthew was mad at Chad and Morgan, Cho was mad at Chad, Chad was mad at Cho; it was very disturbing.
By the time it ended, Matthew had a huge bruise on his forehead where Morgan had smacked him hard. Harry went to bed tired, expecting another dream and of course it came... except this dream, Harry was from a different perspective.
Harry was in a dark room sitting on an expensive chair. He realized that he was Voldemort immediately. Someone entered the room; the same man whom Harry had seen in his last dreams. He still couldn't see his face.
"All the plans have been set, my Lord," said the man.
"She's been told?" asked Harry, feeling the words slip from his lips.
"Yes."
"Good. Now, I have some work I want you to do..."
Harry woke up, though this time, no one was crowding around him. Everyone was still in their own bed, fast asleep. He rolled over, and tried to fall back asleep...
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Oh, my word! This chapter was almost 9 pages long! WORD! Please review, and tell me if you like the shorter chapters, or the longer ones!
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER, DUR!
FSl: Yay, you like my story! Lol. This is so fun to write! One question on your own story: Are you going to update it, cuz I read it, and I liked it.
Sheen Rox: Yeah, your reviews are long, but I like long reviews, don't ask why. Is your username mean Sheen off Jimmy Neutron?
Auntarctic: Yeah, I know my story doesn't have much of a plot at all, but what the word, who cares! Lol.
Starlady92: Lol, yeah, I do like leaving cliffhangers... MUWAHAHA! Lol, j/k.
Purplebean14: Hurry up in writing your next chapter for your story, so I can update for you! It sucks that you can't do it, (.
Ch. 7 (Damn! I'm already on Ch. 7? I need to hurry this story along!)
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Harry's next few weeks were going by quickly, more quickly than he could have imagined. His quidditch practices went well, except for the fact that Matthew always seemed to be showing off, and a short 7th year was acting a lot like Colin Creevey.
The 7th year was a girl named Lisa McMillan. She always carried around a muggle video camera, and a camera, to take shots and videos of Harry. She had brown hair that was always worn in pigtails and dark brown eyes.
Anyway, she would follow Harry around, even during classes, which she would skip, so she could see him. During meal times, she would try to sit by him, asking him tons of trivial questions and taking notes. Harry tried to avoid her as much as he could, but he couldn't deny the fact; he had a stalker.
So, before Harry knew it, Halloween was here, and they were going to have a costume party in the Great Tent. Everyone was allowed into the party, though only if they wore costumes. Ron was going to be a mummy, so he stole all the toilet paper from the bathrooms, which unfortunately Harry didn't know when he went...
Nick was going to be a big spider, only to scare Ron. He was probably going to make his costume by magic.
Neville was dressing up as Professor Snape, because he wanted to scare everyone, and also since Harry would give him 10 galleons if he did.
Harry was going to dress up as Chudley Cannon's quidditch player, since he couldn't think of anything. He would borrow one of Ron's old Chudley Cannon's jersey (Ron had grown way too big for it), and bring in his Firebolt.
So, that night, they all changed into their costumes, and walked down to the party (well, Harry flew down on his Firebolt). When they got to the party, it was already full of students all dressed up in wacky costumes. In the middle of the tent was a huge dance floor, where a bunch of students were dancing. Harry could see Hermione by the punch bowl, dressed as a mummy, as well.
Ron immediately ran over to her, and started demanding why she was wearing his costume.
"I made this costume and I'm going to wear," said Hermione simply.
"Yeah, but you knew that I was going to wear it!" shouted Ron, furiously.
"So, a lot of people are mummies!"
Ron just groaned, and sat down in a chair beside her.
"Do I look okay? I bet it looks stupid," said Hermione.
"You never look stupid! You're always pre-" Ron halted, looking extremely embarrassed. He then cleared his throat, and went over to Chad, and started talking. His face was bright red.
"Did he just call me..."
"Yeah, he did," said Harry, feeling stunned. Ron liked Hermione? Now that was a shocker. Well, not really, to you the truth.
Matthew and his followers entered the tent. Most of them were dressed like banshees or something like that. Matthew walked over to Harry, and Harry couldn't help but stare at his costume.
Matthew had on an old plaid shirt with khakis. His hair was extremely messy, and he had dyed it black. He also had on huge, round glasses, way bigger than any Harry had ever seen.
"Who are you sup-" Harry halted. There was a lightning bolt scar on Matthew's forehead.
"Hi! I'm Harry Pothead," said Matthew in a nerdy voice.
Harry felt his face turn bright red, because a few people had come over and started laughing. He hated Matthew. "You little bastard."
Matthew started snickering, and Morgan appeared. She was dressed up, as a muggle movie character, Elizabeth Swan from Pirates of the Caribbean. Of course no one realized that.
"Hi, Matthew," she smiled, about to give him a hug and then stopped. "Why are you dressed as Harry?" She looked at him strangely.
"Because, I wanted to be scary, and this is the best scary face I've seen by far," smirked Matthew. Harry's face blushed even harder.
Everyone started laughing again, except Morgan. She just frowned and said quietly, "Why do you always do that?"
"Do what?" asked Matthew.
"Make fun of people."
"I just mess around with people."
"Yeah, but it gets annoying."
"So, when do you care, you're always laughing."
"I do care!"
"Oh don't give me this crap!"
"Oh, just SHUT-UP for once!"
People started crowding around Morgan and Matthew as they shouted at each other. Harry was rather shocked.
"LOOK, DON'T TELL ME WHAT'S RIGHT AND WHAT'S WRONG!" shouted Matthew.
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! YOU'VE ALWAYS DONE THAT!" yelled Morgan.
"SHUT UP, BITCH!" said Matthew angrily. "I'VE NEVER CONTROLLED YOU!"
"Fine."
"What do you mean fine?" asked Matthew.
"It's over." Morgan left the tent, with her best friend, Ellie following her. Matthew just stood there, his face bright red.
"Well what are you looking at?" asked Matthew angrily. "Let's PARTY!" he shouted, and everyone went back to dancing, talking, and just having fun. Matthew started talking to a blonde 7th year.
"Yes!" said Harry happily.
"What?" asked Ron, Hermione, and Nick together.
"Matthew broke up with Morgan!" said Harry.
"Well, that's great mate, now you can go out with her," said Ron and Nick, but Hermione frowned.
"I wouldn't do that so soon," she said.
"Why?" asked Harry stupidly.
"Well, she just broke up with Matthew, she's going to be kind-of... out of it. It'd be weird, if you started flirting with her just after she broke up."
"Oh." Harry's smile grew to a frown.
"And also, I bet Matthew would hate you for goin' with his old girlfriend," added Ron.
"He already hates me."
Chad walked over, looking very angry.
"What's up, Chad?" asked Harry curiously. Chad was always pretty cool.
"Cho. She keeps on mentioning her old boyfriend, Diggory, or something, and so, I told her, to try and collect herself, because she was cryin'. Anyway, I go get her some punch and when I get back to her, she and Matthew are flirtin' like crazy."
"That sounds like Matthew," said Nick.
"Cho never cheats though," said Harry slowly. Chad looked at him bewildered. "I used to go out with her," added Harry.
"It must have been that bastard, Matthew. I could kick 'im off the team, if I wanted too. Though I'd have to have a quidditch related reason..." Chad walked off, towards one of his friends' looking very confused.
Harry, Ron, Neville, Nick, and Hermione hung out for most of the party, sometimes dancing; most of the time talking near the punch bowl.
At the end of the party Mr. Davidson walked to the front of the room, and did a spell on his voice so it would be loud enough to hear over all the noise. "Now, as you all know, we're going to be giving out awards for the best costumes and make-up."
Everyone continued talking, not even paying the slightest attention... except Hermione, who was taking notes.
"... If you win a reward, you get a free homework pass..."
Immediately, everyone started listening.
"So, first, I have the best makeup on a girl. This goes to... Luna Lovegood. Luna came up wearing normal clothes, except a big bloody axe was coming out of her head. Her face had fake blood all over it, very gruesome.
"Now, best makeup on a boy. This goes to... Gerald Nicholson." Gerald, a little 2nd year, walked up as Frankenstein.
"Now, best costume on a girl. This goes to... Hermione Granger." Hermione walked up looking stunned, while Ron looked rather annoyed.
"Copy-cat," muttered Ron.
"And, last but not least, best costume on a boy. This goes to... Chad Hamilton." Chad walked up, wearing a coat and boots like Will Turner, in Pirates of the Carribean (obviously this movie is very popular at Camp 7 ¾. He also had a real sword in his belt.
"Now, the winners of best costume, will have a dance to themselves, and the same for winners of best makeup."
The music went to a fast song, and Hermione and Chad immediately started dancing lively to it. Luna and Gerald Nicholson also started dancing, but they both just... how do I say this in a nice way... they both... they danced as badly as Hagrid.
Ron didn't seem too happy with Hermione and Chad dancing happily. He kept on muttering stuff like 'It should be me dancing' or 'Thinks to full of himself'. Harry didn't know what his problem was.
The rest of the party was really good, and Harry went to bed tired.
That night, Harry had another dream.
He was standing on a hill looking at the grave of Tom Riddle. Beside him, Wormtail was looking worried. He had ropes tying his hands, and Harry realized that he did too.
In front of him there were dozens of death eaters, in long dark robes. It was very dark, so Harry could only make outlines of anyone. He looked down at his own robes, and found they were covered in blood. He started losing his nerves, and felt cold sweat trickle down his forehead.
In front of him, Lord Voldemort stepped closer to him. Beside him, was another man. The same man Harry had seen in his other dream. He stepped forward, as well, though he did not put his hood down. All Harry could see was cold, harsh eyes.
In between Lord Voldemort and the man was someone much shorter. Harry thought it was a girl, though he couldn't tell. She had her hood on too, but Harry could see that she had dark brown eyes.
"Time for you to die, Potter," said Voldemort.
Voldemort raised his wand. "Avada Ke-"...
Harry jumped to his left, as a flash of green light came at full force towards the gravestone Harry had been in front of.
He woke up on the floor, with Ron, Neville, and Nick looking over him. His face was dripping in sweat, and his scar hurt painfully.
"You had another dream, didn't you?" asked Ron.
Harry nodded, and told them about the dream. Nick and Neville understood better this time, because Ron and Harry had told them pretty much everything they needed to know.
Harry went back to sleep, though this was extremely hard for him, since his thoughts were clouding his mind.
The next week, Harry always had a ton of homework to do. On Saturday, he had quidditch practice, the last practice before the season. When he went down to the quidditch pitch, Chad was arguing at Matthew.
"You bastard! How could you steal my girlfriend?!?" he asked angrily.
"Look, Cho and I didn't plan this to happen, we just kind-of..." Matthew paused. He didn't have any expression on his face.
"Oh, don't give me this bull shit!" shouted Chad angrily, and then stopped, as he saw Cho enter the quidditch pitch nervously.
"What are you doin' here?" he asked.
"Um... well, since Ron Weasley got to be commentator, can I be commentator as well?" she asked nervously. Ron looked at her, with an expression that read 'I don't want to commentate with you.'
Chad looked at her, his eyes clouded. "Sure," he said slowly and then turned his back on her.
"All right. This is an important practice, the last one before the season, which begins tomorrow..."
Harry didn't listen. Chad's speeches were worse than Wood's and Angelina's together; and that was saying something.
He inched over to where Morgan was standing in the back. She too, seemed really bored.
"Hi," he whispered softly. She turned and looked at him, straight in to his eyes, and for a minute or two, she was silent. Then she nodded her head, to show that she acknowledged him.
"Were you on his team before?" asked Harry. She nodded again and Harry said, "Are his pep-talks as long as this too?"
She nodded, and whispered, "Longer."
"Great," said Harry sarcastically. She just smiled, and started twiddling her thumbs.
"Um... I'm really sorry about what happened at the Halloween party," said Harry slowly.
Morgan looked at him, and whispered, "It's okay."
"Is he goin' out with..."
"Yeah, with Chang," Morgan whispered sadly.
Harry gave her a reassuring smile.
"...Okay let's get to practice!" shouted Chad, and everyone mounted his or her brooms.
Quidditch practice was not good at all today. Chad and Morgan were mad at Matthew, Matthew was mad at Chad and Morgan, Cho was mad at Chad, Chad was mad at Cho; it was very disturbing.
By the time it ended, Matthew had a huge bruise on his forehead where Morgan had smacked him hard. Harry went to bed tired, expecting another dream and of course it came... except this dream, Harry was from a different perspective.
Harry was in a dark room sitting on an expensive chair. He realized that he was Voldemort immediately. Someone entered the room; the same man whom Harry had seen in his last dreams. He still couldn't see his face.
"All the plans have been set, my Lord," said the man.
"She's been told?" asked Harry, feeling the words slip from his lips.
"Yes."
"Good. Now, I have some work I want you to do..."
Harry woke up, though this time, no one was crowding around him. Everyone was still in their own bed, fast asleep. He rolled over, and tried to fall back asleep...
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Oh, my word! This chapter was almost 9 pages long! WORD! Please review, and tell me if you like the shorter chapters, or the longer ones!