Harry Potter sat in Potions class, shifting uneasily in his seat. He knew he had forgotten something, almost like a remembrall in his head was going off. He glanced sideways at his best friend, Ron Weasely, who was currently sniffing a suspicious green spot on his hand with interest. What on earth could he have forgotten? And how on earth was he going to complete his potion without Herm-?
"Oh shit," Harry Potter said loudly, drawing the attention of the entire class.
'
Hermione glanced back again at Sirius Black, who was flashing his award winning smile at her, full force. Lilly was prattling on about how if she had a son who would one day save the world from an evil dark lord at the age of one, she would name him Harry, because the name Harry Potter, had such a kinky ring to it. Lilly noticed her friends attention drifting and jumped up in the air, with such ferocity it made two nearby first year Gryffindors burst into hysterics, mumbling about ghosts and blond haired aristocrats, who acted as if they were the scariest things alive.
"Come on Hermione," she exclaimed, "I want you to meet... er ... Peter Pettigrew!"
Hermione let loose a little squeak and was dragged away by an exuberant Lilly, who looked as though she were about to explode.
"Hermione, I'm going to tell you right now that Peter isn't a very pretty sight," Lilly explained, "He looks like a rat, squeaks like a rat, and I really don't like him."
"All right," said Hermione, a little confused at this point. She didn't really want to see Peter; the last time she saw him he was running across the fields of Hogwarts, to report to Voldemort and take part in his resurrection, which was not at all something Hermione wanted to have to think about.
Suddenly the pair stopped. James, Remus, Sirius and Peter had all gotten up and were laughing hysterically at the Slytherin table. All of the occupants of said table had glowing pink hair and were glancing at the Gryffindors with disgust evident in their eyes. The Gryffindor table sighed as a whole at the antics of the marauders and turned back to their meals.
Hermione, reminding us of the fact that she couldn't concentrate on one thing for more than 30 seconds at a time, was now staring with rapt attention at a ball of yarn, that had been sitting pensively on the floor. Hermione guided her attention (with help from an appropriately placed yellow ducky) to Lilly and James Pot- .... er .... not-Potter, who were now fighting with such ferocity that you would have thought they had rabies and such. Peter, who did in fact have rabies, was foaming at the mouth and a nibbling on a fourth-year Ravenclaw (because all that smartness, makes for a VERY healthy diet). Hermione picked up the ball of yarn from the floor and clutched it close to her chest, as if to protect it from the evils of the world. 'No Hermione, you can't protect him forever,' whispered Hermione's schizophrenic friend 'Bob', the tiny man who lived in her ear and told her to burn things.
Oooooookay, moving on now....
Hermione stared vacantly at the ceiling as she went over what had just happend in her mind.
Flash-back (For the purpose of showing how writers CAN put flash-backs randomly in scenes without even needing them.)
Hermione was sitting in the library researching. She propped up a book and stuck her nose into it, reading lines at 50 words a second. She sighed and shut the book placing her head down on her arms on the table. There was NO way to do it, you simply could not make a cat clean his own fecies. She glanced over warily at the boy sitting across from her: Severus Snape. He had been watching her for more than an hour, subtly (or so he thought) glancing over at her when he thought she wasn't looking. Hermione glared at him and plucked up her bag and went out the door. Apparently, Snape had managed to pull off being more creepy than he was when he was older.
"Ah, my dear sweet love, you have come to see me have you?" Lucius Malfoy asked, his voice sending chills down Hermiones spine. And not the good kind either. She froze with shock and terror and slowly lifted her head to meet the steel gray eyes of the death-eater-in-training. He was grinning at her in sort of a manic way, consequently making Hermione move backwards in fear of her life.
"Ah, I see my sweet," he continued with a glint in his eye, which Hermione could only describe as a manifestation of bipolar disorder, characterized by profuse and rapidly changing ideas, exaggerated sexuality and excessive intense desire (definition provided by The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition. Copyright © 2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company).
"You must be blinded by my stunningly handsome features." He finished by striking a rather Lockhart looking pose and pulled out a mirror from virtually no where. Hermione decided this was going to be a long day.
Meanwhile in an undisclosed location...
"Massster our plan is working"
"Huh? What plan are you talking about Wormtail?"
"SHHHH! You're not supposed to reveal my name you idiot! It gives away the misty nature of the conversation."
"Oh?"
"Yes, this is the interlude in which we learn that Peter Pettigrew is indeed working for Voldemort, and that even though everyone already knows that, the author must find way to create suspense in an overused story"
"Indeed?"
"YES!"
"Wormtail, you're idiocy surprises me, in fact I believe this display is even more atrocious than yesterday, when you told me I couldn't wear red; that it clashed horribly with my eyes. CRUCIO!"
Hermione was backed against a wall, with Lucius's hands on either side of her head. She was white and praying with every ounce of her soul that someone would save her. She prayed to god (because naturally all good witches are Christians) that he would save her this once, and that if he did she would never ever put glue in Snape's shoes again, so that when he tried to get them off they would be stuck to his feet. Lucius started leaning towards her and Hermione knew it was the end.
"UNHAND HER YOU...you....you," yelled a mysterious voice.
Hermione was filled with joy, she had a hero, though slightly incoherent, but a hero none-the-less.
"YOU BLOND!" He yelled and that was all it took for Lucius to scamper away. Hermione fell into the hands of her hero. Actually she made it about half way before collapsing to the floor.
"Oh shit," Harry Potter said loudly, drawing the attention of the entire class.
'
Hermione glanced back again at Sirius Black, who was flashing his award winning smile at her, full force. Lilly was prattling on about how if she had a son who would one day save the world from an evil dark lord at the age of one, she would name him Harry, because the name Harry Potter, had such a kinky ring to it. Lilly noticed her friends attention drifting and jumped up in the air, with such ferocity it made two nearby first year Gryffindors burst into hysterics, mumbling about ghosts and blond haired aristocrats, who acted as if they were the scariest things alive.
"Come on Hermione," she exclaimed, "I want you to meet... er ... Peter Pettigrew!"
Hermione let loose a little squeak and was dragged away by an exuberant Lilly, who looked as though she were about to explode.
"Hermione, I'm going to tell you right now that Peter isn't a very pretty sight," Lilly explained, "He looks like a rat, squeaks like a rat, and I really don't like him."
"All right," said Hermione, a little confused at this point. She didn't really want to see Peter; the last time she saw him he was running across the fields of Hogwarts, to report to Voldemort and take part in his resurrection, which was not at all something Hermione wanted to have to think about.
Suddenly the pair stopped. James, Remus, Sirius and Peter had all gotten up and were laughing hysterically at the Slytherin table. All of the occupants of said table had glowing pink hair and were glancing at the Gryffindors with disgust evident in their eyes. The Gryffindor table sighed as a whole at the antics of the marauders and turned back to their meals.
Hermione, reminding us of the fact that she couldn't concentrate on one thing for more than 30 seconds at a time, was now staring with rapt attention at a ball of yarn, that had been sitting pensively on the floor. Hermione guided her attention (with help from an appropriately placed yellow ducky) to Lilly and James Pot- .... er .... not-Potter, who were now fighting with such ferocity that you would have thought they had rabies and such. Peter, who did in fact have rabies, was foaming at the mouth and a nibbling on a fourth-year Ravenclaw (because all that smartness, makes for a VERY healthy diet). Hermione picked up the ball of yarn from the floor and clutched it close to her chest, as if to protect it from the evils of the world. 'No Hermione, you can't protect him forever,' whispered Hermione's schizophrenic friend 'Bob', the tiny man who lived in her ear and told her to burn things.
Oooooookay, moving on now....
Hermione stared vacantly at the ceiling as she went over what had just happend in her mind.
Flash-back (For the purpose of showing how writers CAN put flash-backs randomly in scenes without even needing them.)
Hermione was sitting in the library researching. She propped up a book and stuck her nose into it, reading lines at 50 words a second. She sighed and shut the book placing her head down on her arms on the table. There was NO way to do it, you simply could not make a cat clean his own fecies. She glanced over warily at the boy sitting across from her: Severus Snape. He had been watching her for more than an hour, subtly (or so he thought) glancing over at her when he thought she wasn't looking. Hermione glared at him and plucked up her bag and went out the door. Apparently, Snape had managed to pull off being more creepy than he was when he was older.
"Ah, my dear sweet love, you have come to see me have you?" Lucius Malfoy asked, his voice sending chills down Hermiones spine. And not the good kind either. She froze with shock and terror and slowly lifted her head to meet the steel gray eyes of the death-eater-in-training. He was grinning at her in sort of a manic way, consequently making Hermione move backwards in fear of her life.
"Ah, I see my sweet," he continued with a glint in his eye, which Hermione could only describe as a manifestation of bipolar disorder, characterized by profuse and rapidly changing ideas, exaggerated sexuality and excessive intense desire (definition provided by The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition. Copyright © 2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company).
"You must be blinded by my stunningly handsome features." He finished by striking a rather Lockhart looking pose and pulled out a mirror from virtually no where. Hermione decided this was going to be a long day.
Meanwhile in an undisclosed location...
"Massster our plan is working"
"Huh? What plan are you talking about Wormtail?"
"SHHHH! You're not supposed to reveal my name you idiot! It gives away the misty nature of the conversation."
"Oh?"
"Yes, this is the interlude in which we learn that Peter Pettigrew is indeed working for Voldemort, and that even though everyone already knows that, the author must find way to create suspense in an overused story"
"Indeed?"
"YES!"
"Wormtail, you're idiocy surprises me, in fact I believe this display is even more atrocious than yesterday, when you told me I couldn't wear red; that it clashed horribly with my eyes. CRUCIO!"
Hermione was backed against a wall, with Lucius's hands on either side of her head. She was white and praying with every ounce of her soul that someone would save her. She prayed to god (because naturally all good witches are Christians) that he would save her this once, and that if he did she would never ever put glue in Snape's shoes again, so that when he tried to get them off they would be stuck to his feet. Lucius started leaning towards her and Hermione knew it was the end.
"UNHAND HER YOU...you....you," yelled a mysterious voice.
Hermione was filled with joy, she had a hero, though slightly incoherent, but a hero none-the-less.
"YOU BLOND!" He yelled and that was all it took for Lucius to scamper away. Hermione fell into the hands of her hero. Actually she made it about half way before collapsing to the floor.