Chapter 3: The Plan
A/N: Hey peeps, thanx for the reviews, I really appreciate your thoughtfulness and understanding and really long and really short reviews, and the world, and the little people and- *reviewer slaps cheek* Ow. Lol, sry, I kinda stole the * * from Marpessa, but many people use it so I hope that great writer forgives me. Also, new chaps are up with KLIME and Zoeluver, read Mina Gina Beena AND Marpessa's work anyways though, I really like that stuff and if you like my stuff, that's right, you said it, READ AND REVIEW!!!! Lol, sry, I just got a private phone call from the person who makes my heart sing. What's that? The icecream man!?! What in the !%$^ are you talking about!?! I meant Anthony Blakenson you twit! Who's Anthony!?! He's my guy! NO I AM NOT CHEATING ON SOMEONE WITH HIM! HE'S my fiance!!! *mumbles: kids today...* Well, you crazy peeps, here's the 3rd chapter, PLEASE review! Oh ya, read it too! It really could just be a word, or it could be a paragraph, but PLE-E-EASE review!!!!!
Chapter 3: Moira
Harry and Hermione rushed down the hall together in an awkward silence. Quietly, they found their seats in the Great Hall. Dumbledore stood, "And now may I have your attention please," said the professor. When all was silent, he continued to speak, "today is a very special day. Today, we have received a new student." Whispers began to form throughout the Great Hall. Dumbledore patiently awaited the silence that eventually came. "This student has transferred from Drumgold's Daring Domgolds." Everyone in the room gasped in astonishment, except for Harry. "What? What is it?" he asked Hermione quietly. "Domgolds are people descended from the first wizards. They have the ability to look straight into your very soul. They know your feelings, your desires, and your darkest secrets. Hardly any are left, they're a very rare species, you know," said Hermione in awe. "And now I introduce to you, a Ms. Moira Langchester," said Dumbledore, gesturing towards an open door. A girl with hair as black as ebony, skin as pale as death, eyes as dark and green as the forbidden forest, and lips as red as blood walked out of the door and headed towards Dumbledore.
All the boys marveled at her beauty, while all the girls glared. The girl turned to them, and in a quiet, gentle voice, began to speak. "I'm very pleased to be accepted here. It's always been a dream of mine to go here, when I was little...." the girl-Moira-trailed off, the boys clinging to every word she spoke, except for Harry. He glanced her over, but besides this gesture, paid no attention to the girl.
Harry shivered as the hairs on the back of his neck tingled. Someone's watching me, he thought, someone, who had better stop. Suddenly, his gaze rested on the quick movement at the head of the hall. Moira, pausing in her speech, was staring at him. At that moment Harry realized that she wasn't the only one. Everyone was staring at him. "What?" he asked Hermione sharply, as she too was staring. A trembling white finger followed wide eyes to Harry's forehead, where a glowing mist of red was encircling him.
All at once, Moira fell foreward, Dumbledore catching her, and Harry's forehead returned to normal. The hall errupted in chatter. Moira was rushed by the professors to the hospital wing, Moira being unconscious. Harry felt his forehead. "What just happened?" he asked nervously. Hermione replied, "I dunno Harry, I dunno."
Harry stood by the hospital wing, listening quietly to the professor's conversation. "I don't understand Albus, why would this happen?" asked Mcgonagall. "Minerva, we've gone over this before," sighed Dumbledore. "But why now?" asked Snape. "Because, Severus, it is the sixth alining. The fort night is arriving, and the moon raises high above the sun within the next month. That could only mean one thing." "Surely not! Is it time already?" "I'm afraid so Minerva, the year of Santaluvia has begun."
A/N: Another cliffy, sorry! I've got to go, I'm on my honeymoon! My fian- husband *giggle* -love to say that- is getting a little impatient, after all *sigh* a week after we return from Paris, he's going off to afghanistan. *cry* I hate wars. Well, review please! I enjoy convos as well as reviews! ~Jenna
A/N: Hey peeps, thanx for the reviews, I really appreciate your thoughtfulness and understanding and really long and really short reviews, and the world, and the little people and- *reviewer slaps cheek* Ow. Lol, sry, I kinda stole the * * from Marpessa, but many people use it so I hope that great writer forgives me. Also, new chaps are up with KLIME and Zoeluver, read Mina Gina Beena AND Marpessa's work anyways though, I really like that stuff and if you like my stuff, that's right, you said it, READ AND REVIEW!!!! Lol, sry, I just got a private phone call from the person who makes my heart sing. What's that? The icecream man!?! What in the !%$^ are you talking about!?! I meant Anthony Blakenson you twit! Who's Anthony!?! He's my guy! NO I AM NOT CHEATING ON SOMEONE WITH HIM! HE'S my fiance!!! *mumbles: kids today...* Well, you crazy peeps, here's the 3rd chapter, PLEASE review! Oh ya, read it too! It really could just be a word, or it could be a paragraph, but PLE-E-EASE review!!!!!
Chapter 3: Moira
Harry and Hermione rushed down the hall together in an awkward silence. Quietly, they found their seats in the Great Hall. Dumbledore stood, "And now may I have your attention please," said the professor. When all was silent, he continued to speak, "today is a very special day. Today, we have received a new student." Whispers began to form throughout the Great Hall. Dumbledore patiently awaited the silence that eventually came. "This student has transferred from Drumgold's Daring Domgolds." Everyone in the room gasped in astonishment, except for Harry. "What? What is it?" he asked Hermione quietly. "Domgolds are people descended from the first wizards. They have the ability to look straight into your very soul. They know your feelings, your desires, and your darkest secrets. Hardly any are left, they're a very rare species, you know," said Hermione in awe. "And now I introduce to you, a Ms. Moira Langchester," said Dumbledore, gesturing towards an open door. A girl with hair as black as ebony, skin as pale as death, eyes as dark and green as the forbidden forest, and lips as red as blood walked out of the door and headed towards Dumbledore.
All the boys marveled at her beauty, while all the girls glared. The girl turned to them, and in a quiet, gentle voice, began to speak. "I'm very pleased to be accepted here. It's always been a dream of mine to go here, when I was little...." the girl-Moira-trailed off, the boys clinging to every word she spoke, except for Harry. He glanced her over, but besides this gesture, paid no attention to the girl.
Harry shivered as the hairs on the back of his neck tingled. Someone's watching me, he thought, someone, who had better stop. Suddenly, his gaze rested on the quick movement at the head of the hall. Moira, pausing in her speech, was staring at him. At that moment Harry realized that she wasn't the only one. Everyone was staring at him. "What?" he asked Hermione sharply, as she too was staring. A trembling white finger followed wide eyes to Harry's forehead, where a glowing mist of red was encircling him.
All at once, Moira fell foreward, Dumbledore catching her, and Harry's forehead returned to normal. The hall errupted in chatter. Moira was rushed by the professors to the hospital wing, Moira being unconscious. Harry felt his forehead. "What just happened?" he asked nervously. Hermione replied, "I dunno Harry, I dunno."
Harry stood by the hospital wing, listening quietly to the professor's conversation. "I don't understand Albus, why would this happen?" asked Mcgonagall. "Minerva, we've gone over this before," sighed Dumbledore. "But why now?" asked Snape. "Because, Severus, it is the sixth alining. The fort night is arriving, and the moon raises high above the sun within the next month. That could only mean one thing." "Surely not! Is it time already?" "I'm afraid so Minerva, the year of Santaluvia has begun."
A/N: Another cliffy, sorry! I've got to go, I'm on my honeymoon! My fian- husband *giggle* -love to say that- is getting a little impatient, after all *sigh* a week after we return from Paris, he's going off to afghanistan. *cry* I hate wars. Well, review please! I enjoy convos as well as reviews! ~Jenna