Disclaimers: Do I really have to repeat myself?
Warnings: Ok, this is getting stupid!
Chapter 4
"Harry? Harry!" said someone. He snapped out of his trance. "What?"he asked. "What are you thinking about? Does your scar hurt again? Maybe we should go visit Madame Pomfrey." said Hermione. "No, 'Mione. I'm fine. Just thinking." he said. "About what?" asked Ron. "Something." he said distantly turning his attention back to the Slytherin table, where a laughing Christine Winters was laughing and sitting between her two best friends. "More like someone." whispered Seamus to Ron. "I don't blame him either. That Christine is a real looker." he said. Hermione rolled her eyes at this statement. 'Men' she thought. "Yeah." said Dean. "Oh,come on!" said Harry. "Oooo. Is ikle Harrykins jealous?"said someone. "Christine Winters. Are you here?!" said Professer Dumbledor. She stood up and walked up to the professer's table. There was a roar of squeals and cheers. "Christine!" said someone. "Oh, how are you?"said another. Then the most unexpected happened. Snape the Snake himself, got on his knees, and hugged her.All of the Great Hall was silent. When he let go he said: "It's wonderful to see you here." he said. "Same to you, Uncle Sev." she siad. "And you Uncle Albie, and Aunt Minerva and Aunt Poppy." she said. "How are you?" asked Professer McGonagell. "You mean... I'm Ok. As good as to be expected." she said. "Well, you look like you feel good." said the raven-haired professer. "I've learned to live with it." she said. "Well, this calls for a celebration!" said Professer Dumbledor. "A feast for three days!" he said. There was a roar from the boys. And a moan from the girls. "And," he added. "We will have two special days for Hogsmeade." he said. There was a shout from the girls. As Christine stepped down she heard Pansy say: "There's something wrong with her? Like, she's sick? Oh, I know! She's sick in the head!" Pansy thought this was histerical. Christine rolled her eyes at this.'Not like I haven't heard *that* before." she thought. "So. I see Snape was happy to see you." said Blaise. "Yeah. I don't think he's got much left. I think maybe I'm all he's got. 'Cause, ya know, Eve left him." she said. Blaise spit out his Pumpkin Jucie. "What! You mean Snape the Snake was once *married*?!" he said. "Yeah. Didn't you know that? They were married for eight years, and then one day, she just packs up and leaves. Didn't leave him anything but the Manor and the money. She took all her clothes, the house elves, and even Angela, their little girl." she said as she put mashed potatoes and fried chicken on her plate. "Merlin's beard, really!?" asked Draco. "Yeah, and he'll skin me alive if he *ever* found out that I told someone.I wasn't even supposed to know." she said. "Well, how *do* you know?" ased Draco. "I was there when it happened." she said. "Why?" asked Blaise. "Never you mind about that." she said. About and hour later, "Now that we'vehad that delisious meal, it's time for bed. Classes begin in the morning. Off you trot." (a/n: I've always liked that.tee hee) said Professer Dumbledor. The students got up and followed the Prefects. Christine found Blaise,Draco, and herself rammed right into the Dream Team. "Ain't that a daisy?" sneered Christine. "Brat." mummbled Ginny. " Bitch." mummbled Ron. "Hmm." said Hermione. Harry was silent. He felt something when she ran into him. For the spilt second that their hands touched, he felt a sea or emotions rush over him. It was weird. He felt saddness, lonliness, need, pain, mourning. It was too much to handle. He felt like he was about to break down and cry. 'Not here.' he told himself. How could someone harbour so much emotion? 'Maybe, just maybe, I'm not alone.' he thought. 'Maybe.'
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*~Meanwhile~*
"Albus, we can't let this go on!" shouted someone. "I'm just as exstatic as you are to see her,but, she's the reason that the whole damn Wizarding World is in danger in the first place!" said the voice. "She'll put this whole school in danger! Not to mention Potter!" said the voice, now recognisble as Minerva McGonagall. "Minerva, would you care for a Lemon Drop?" asked Professer Dumbledor. "No! I don't want any damn Lemon Drops. I'm trying to tell you the Christine Winters is a threat to the whole school. She cannot be aloud to stay here." she said, frustrated that he wasn't taking this more seriously. "Minerva, no one knows she's here. And as long as certin people around here keep it that way, our school is safe from harm until we can find a more permanent settlement for her." he said, eyes twinkling. 'He's a few sandwhiches short of a picnic.' she thought. "Alright, alright. But, she's still a danger to Harry." she said with caring for the boy. "And how would she be of any harm to him?" he asked, but he knew the answer."The Prophecy,Albus! The Prophecy! 'And by betrayal of love, the world shall be plunged into Darkness, and the Light shall perish forever.'" she said. " 'Then a pale Savior shall rise up, and banish the Darkness for all eternity, and the Light will riegn supreme.' That sounds like Christine to me." said the ever smiling headmaster. "But, what if she dies before she can save us?!" she said. "Well, we're going to have to try and keep her alive, won't we?" he said, poping a Lemon Drop into his mouth. "That means no Quidditch. Knowing her, she'll faint and fall off her broom in mid-air." she said. "Well, we have to have *something* to keep her active (a/n: get your minds out of the gutters.). I think I'll take the risk. We just have to make sure that she takes her medicine before *and after* every practice and game. And we'll do a test to make sure she's fit to fly before every practice and game." he said. "Oh, alright. But if she falls and get killed, don't blame me." she said. And with that, she turned on her heel and stomped out the door. And with a slam, she was gone. 'Please keep her safe.' he prayed. He got up and went into he quarters to sleep on it. 'Please.'
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Warnings: Ok, this is getting stupid!
Chapter 4
"Harry? Harry!" said someone. He snapped out of his trance. "What?"he asked. "What are you thinking about? Does your scar hurt again? Maybe we should go visit Madame Pomfrey." said Hermione. "No, 'Mione. I'm fine. Just thinking." he said. "About what?" asked Ron. "Something." he said distantly turning his attention back to the Slytherin table, where a laughing Christine Winters was laughing and sitting between her two best friends. "More like someone." whispered Seamus to Ron. "I don't blame him either. That Christine is a real looker." he said. Hermione rolled her eyes at this statement. 'Men' she thought. "Yeah." said Dean. "Oh,come on!" said Harry. "Oooo. Is ikle Harrykins jealous?"said someone. "Christine Winters. Are you here?!" said Professer Dumbledor. She stood up and walked up to the professer's table. There was a roar of squeals and cheers. "Christine!" said someone. "Oh, how are you?"said another. Then the most unexpected happened. Snape the Snake himself, got on his knees, and hugged her.All of the Great Hall was silent. When he let go he said: "It's wonderful to see you here." he said. "Same to you, Uncle Sev." she siad. "And you Uncle Albie, and Aunt Minerva and Aunt Poppy." she said. "How are you?" asked Professer McGonagell. "You mean... I'm Ok. As good as to be expected." she said. "Well, you look like you feel good." said the raven-haired professer. "I've learned to live with it." she said. "Well, this calls for a celebration!" said Professer Dumbledor. "A feast for three days!" he said. There was a roar from the boys. And a moan from the girls. "And," he added. "We will have two special days for Hogsmeade." he said. There was a shout from the girls. As Christine stepped down she heard Pansy say: "There's something wrong with her? Like, she's sick? Oh, I know! She's sick in the head!" Pansy thought this was histerical. Christine rolled her eyes at this.'Not like I haven't heard *that* before." she thought. "So. I see Snape was happy to see you." said Blaise. "Yeah. I don't think he's got much left. I think maybe I'm all he's got. 'Cause, ya know, Eve left him." she said. Blaise spit out his Pumpkin Jucie. "What! You mean Snape the Snake was once *married*?!" he said. "Yeah. Didn't you know that? They were married for eight years, and then one day, she just packs up and leaves. Didn't leave him anything but the Manor and the money. She took all her clothes, the house elves, and even Angela, their little girl." she said as she put mashed potatoes and fried chicken on her plate. "Merlin's beard, really!?" asked Draco. "Yeah, and he'll skin me alive if he *ever* found out that I told someone.I wasn't even supposed to know." she said. "Well, how *do* you know?" ased Draco. "I was there when it happened." she said. "Why?" asked Blaise. "Never you mind about that." she said. About and hour later, "Now that we'vehad that delisious meal, it's time for bed. Classes begin in the morning. Off you trot." (a/n: I've always liked that.tee hee) said Professer Dumbledor. The students got up and followed the Prefects. Christine found Blaise,Draco, and herself rammed right into the Dream Team. "Ain't that a daisy?" sneered Christine. "Brat." mummbled Ginny. " Bitch." mummbled Ron. "Hmm." said Hermione. Harry was silent. He felt something when she ran into him. For the spilt second that their hands touched, he felt a sea or emotions rush over him. It was weird. He felt saddness, lonliness, need, pain, mourning. It was too much to handle. He felt like he was about to break down and cry. 'Not here.' he told himself. How could someone harbour so much emotion? 'Maybe, just maybe, I'm not alone.' he thought. 'Maybe.'
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*~Meanwhile~*
"Albus, we can't let this go on!" shouted someone. "I'm just as exstatic as you are to see her,but, she's the reason that the whole damn Wizarding World is in danger in the first place!" said the voice. "She'll put this whole school in danger! Not to mention Potter!" said the voice, now recognisble as Minerva McGonagall. "Minerva, would you care for a Lemon Drop?" asked Professer Dumbledor. "No! I don't want any damn Lemon Drops. I'm trying to tell you the Christine Winters is a threat to the whole school. She cannot be aloud to stay here." she said, frustrated that he wasn't taking this more seriously. "Minerva, no one knows she's here. And as long as certin people around here keep it that way, our school is safe from harm until we can find a more permanent settlement for her." he said, eyes twinkling. 'He's a few sandwhiches short of a picnic.' she thought. "Alright, alright. But, she's still a danger to Harry." she said with caring for the boy. "And how would she be of any harm to him?" he asked, but he knew the answer."The Prophecy,Albus! The Prophecy! 'And by betrayal of love, the world shall be plunged into Darkness, and the Light shall perish forever.'" she said. " 'Then a pale Savior shall rise up, and banish the Darkness for all eternity, and the Light will riegn supreme.' That sounds like Christine to me." said the ever smiling headmaster. "But, what if she dies before she can save us?!" she said. "Well, we're going to have to try and keep her alive, won't we?" he said, poping a Lemon Drop into his mouth. "That means no Quidditch. Knowing her, she'll faint and fall off her broom in mid-air." she said. "Well, we have to have *something* to keep her active (a/n: get your minds out of the gutters.). I think I'll take the risk. We just have to make sure that she takes her medicine before *and after* every practice and game. And we'll do a test to make sure she's fit to fly before every practice and game." he said. "Oh, alright. But if she falls and get killed, don't blame me." she said. And with that, she turned on her heel and stomped out the door. And with a slam, she was gone. 'Please keep her safe.' he prayed. He got up and went into he quarters to sleep on it. 'Please.'
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LadyRaya: so, what d'you think? spill. as usual, push the little button provided by the wonderful people at FF.net . ain't that something? well, you know the drill. Bye!
Lov,
LR