Spreading Rumors
AN:
*laughs evilly*
Yay! long chapter!
1,259 words accourding to my nifty word counter
But that word counter is always different from ff.net's
I don't own Harry Potter.
Wish I did. I don't.
But you're here to read the fic...
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The Great Hall was in an uproar; the three students who had disappeared without a trace on the first day of lessons were back without any true explanation by the teachers of where they went and why they went to wherever they went. Nor was there an explanation on their sudden reappearance into the school as if nothing had happened.
"Where were you guys?" Seamus demanded when Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat down with the Gryffindors for supper.
"Why do you want to know?" Ron asked piling some chicken legs onto his plate, still sore that Seamus didn't believe Harry at the beginning of the previous year.
"You were missing. No one knew where you were, and usually when you go missing there is some influx of Deatheater activity," Parvatti said. "Plus the teachers were acting like they didn't even notice you were missing, and that was a dead give away that something was up."
"We can't tell you," Ron said between mouthfuls of chicken.
"Ha! I knew it!" Dennis Creevey said to his brother a bit down the table from where the sixth years were talking. "They were training in the Himalayas to fight Deatheaters and can't talk about their training because it is top secret and only certain people get to undertake it!"
"What?" Harry asked choking on his pumpkin juice. "Training in the Himalayas?"
"You weren't right! He wouldn't act like that if he knew what the hell you were talking about," Collin said to his brother. "They were at Beauxbatons training some seventh years to start their own defense club like the DA last year."
This time it was Ron who started choking on his food.
"I was wondering when you would finally start choking on all of that food you shoveled into your mouth," Hermione said thoughtfully as Harry helpfully slapped Ron on the back.
"So I was right?" Collin asked brightly.
"No," Hermione said shortly.
"Well then what were you doing?" Parvati asked interested.
"We weren't doing anything, we had Chicken Pox," Hermione said simply causing the Muggle-borns and Half-Bloods to gape at them stupidly.
"What is that?" Neville asked.
"It's a disease children usually get when they are young, around five or six. Usually only Muggle children get it because wizard children are isolated at that age. I didn't get it when I was young because I was home-schooled until I was eight, and Harry didn't get it because his aunt was paranoid and wouldn't let him or his cousin go to school whenever there was an illness breakout because she was afraid her son would get ill," Hermione said rolling her eyes and sticking to the story they decided on to explain their disappearance.
"What is Chicken Pox? Do you turn into a chicken?" asked a pureblood second year.
"No," replied his year-mate. "You get really itchy and red bumps all over your skin."
"So you were out of classes for over two weeks and none of the students knew where you were because you were ill?" Neville asked in disbelief.
"Last time Harry was in the hospital wing at least ten people tried to sneak into it, and Chicken Pox is highly contagious, not to mention uncomfortable," Hermione said. "Madam Pomfrey didn't want anyone to catch it while sneaking in to see him."
"Doesn't Madam Pomfrey have a cure for it? She has a cure for most things," Parvatti said.
"No," Hermione said. "Its never been a problem at Hogwarts before. Can I eat now?"
"Sorry," Parvatti said having the grace to blush and aloud her dorm mate to start eating.
Luna Lovegood wandered over to Ron a few minutes later and said seriously, "I'm glad you escaped the Horned Humphels, Ronald. They can be very vicious."
"Um yeah…" Ron replied knowing better than to ask what Horned Humphels were. "Thanks…"
"You're welcome," Luna said dreamily walking back to the Ravenclaw table.
"Bonkers that one," Ron said shaking his head as soon as Luna was out of earshot and then going back to his food.
"Hurry up and finish," Hermione said impatiently after finishing her soup. "We have a ton of homework to catch up on and I'd rather get it done before the weekend is over."
"No, WE don't," Ron replied after swallowing a mouthful of pie. "Harry and I have a lot of homework to catch up with, you somehow got the next two weeks worth of assignment from the teachers."
"Just for Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Arithimancey," Hermione said indignantly. "And it was only a week's worth."
"You're not helping your case," Harry said dryly pushing the food on his plate around with his fork. "But I'm ready to go now if you are."
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked worriedly looking at his plate. "You didn't eat all that much."
Harry shrugged, "I couldn't eat for the past two weeks. I guess my stomach shrank."
"Are you sure you aren't hungry?" Hermione pestered.
"Yeah," Harry said standing up. "Lets go."
"Hmph! Mph! Mumphn! Ymnmhn!" Ron protested.
"English Ron," Hermione chided also standing up. "I believe it's your first language."
Ron swallowed, stood up, and said, "I said, 'Hey, I'm not done yet!'"
"If we waited for you to eat your fill we would be stuck in here for an hour," Hermione said dryly.
"I resent that," Ron replied following his friends to Gryffindor Tower.
"Its about time you three came back here! Honestly I've seen kids stay out of the tower for around two days without notice before but for two weeks? I think that's some sort of record!" the Fat Lady exclaimed when she saw them.
"Boxes of Orden," Harry said flatly.
"So you aren't going to tell me where you've been?" the Fat Lady asked disappointed, as she swung open to allow them into the common room.
"Chicken Pox," Harry said shortly as he climbed through the portal.
"CHICKEN POX?!" the Gryffindors heard the Fat Lady ask as they pulled the portrait closed.
"You think she believed us?" Ron asked grinning at her reaction.
"I think she's disappointed we weren't in the Himalayas or Beauxbatons," Hermione said.
"Hermione, could you help me with Potions?" Harry asked. "Snape is trying to kill me with this shit and he probably wants it turned in by next Potions class."
Ron snorted, "Its your fault for taking N.E.W.T. Potions."
"If Harry passes it in Hogwarts he won't have to worry about another Auroring class when he graduates," Hermione said taking out her Potions book and notebook. "Unlike SOME people I know."
"You know Snape only accepts people with O O.W.L.s in his N.E.W.T. class! Its not exactly my fault. Besides, I'll be read of that class when I graduate. I'm taking the T.O.A.D. Potions class aren't I? The Tiring Other Assessment Decisions tests are for that reason," Ron spat back. "Besides, I wasn't talking to you."
"Guys, as appreciated the distraction would be from homework, I really should get this shit done, so please, if you must argue go the hell away," Harry said shortly.
"Sorry," Hermione said sheepishly.
"Are you sure homework is a good idea? It would look bad if you get done before me," Ron said reluctantly.
"Then I guess you'd better get started on your homework shouldn't you?" Hermione said sweetly opening her Potions book.
Ron grumbled but sat down and got out his own homework sat down with his friends for the next four hours writing essays and such.
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AN: This chapter wasn't too angsty...
nope...
but I still would like reviews.
Reviews are nice. Lets see if we can break 100!
*nods*
AN:
*laughs evilly*
Yay! long chapter!
1,259 words accourding to my nifty word counter
But that word counter is always different from ff.net's
I don't own Harry Potter.
Wish I did. I don't.
But you're here to read the fic...
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The Great Hall was in an uproar; the three students who had disappeared without a trace on the first day of lessons were back without any true explanation by the teachers of where they went and why they went to wherever they went. Nor was there an explanation on their sudden reappearance into the school as if nothing had happened.
"Where were you guys?" Seamus demanded when Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat down with the Gryffindors for supper.
"Why do you want to know?" Ron asked piling some chicken legs onto his plate, still sore that Seamus didn't believe Harry at the beginning of the previous year.
"You were missing. No one knew where you were, and usually when you go missing there is some influx of Deatheater activity," Parvatti said. "Plus the teachers were acting like they didn't even notice you were missing, and that was a dead give away that something was up."
"We can't tell you," Ron said between mouthfuls of chicken.
"Ha! I knew it!" Dennis Creevey said to his brother a bit down the table from where the sixth years were talking. "They were training in the Himalayas to fight Deatheaters and can't talk about their training because it is top secret and only certain people get to undertake it!"
"What?" Harry asked choking on his pumpkin juice. "Training in the Himalayas?"
"You weren't right! He wouldn't act like that if he knew what the hell you were talking about," Collin said to his brother. "They were at Beauxbatons training some seventh years to start their own defense club like the DA last year."
This time it was Ron who started choking on his food.
"I was wondering when you would finally start choking on all of that food you shoveled into your mouth," Hermione said thoughtfully as Harry helpfully slapped Ron on the back.
"So I was right?" Collin asked brightly.
"No," Hermione said shortly.
"Well then what were you doing?" Parvati asked interested.
"We weren't doing anything, we had Chicken Pox," Hermione said simply causing the Muggle-borns and Half-Bloods to gape at them stupidly.
"What is that?" Neville asked.
"It's a disease children usually get when they are young, around five or six. Usually only Muggle children get it because wizard children are isolated at that age. I didn't get it when I was young because I was home-schooled until I was eight, and Harry didn't get it because his aunt was paranoid and wouldn't let him or his cousin go to school whenever there was an illness breakout because she was afraid her son would get ill," Hermione said rolling her eyes and sticking to the story they decided on to explain their disappearance.
"What is Chicken Pox? Do you turn into a chicken?" asked a pureblood second year.
"No," replied his year-mate. "You get really itchy and red bumps all over your skin."
"So you were out of classes for over two weeks and none of the students knew where you were because you were ill?" Neville asked in disbelief.
"Last time Harry was in the hospital wing at least ten people tried to sneak into it, and Chicken Pox is highly contagious, not to mention uncomfortable," Hermione said. "Madam Pomfrey didn't want anyone to catch it while sneaking in to see him."
"Doesn't Madam Pomfrey have a cure for it? She has a cure for most things," Parvatti said.
"No," Hermione said. "Its never been a problem at Hogwarts before. Can I eat now?"
"Sorry," Parvatti said having the grace to blush and aloud her dorm mate to start eating.
Luna Lovegood wandered over to Ron a few minutes later and said seriously, "I'm glad you escaped the Horned Humphels, Ronald. They can be very vicious."
"Um yeah…" Ron replied knowing better than to ask what Horned Humphels were. "Thanks…"
"You're welcome," Luna said dreamily walking back to the Ravenclaw table.
"Bonkers that one," Ron said shaking his head as soon as Luna was out of earshot and then going back to his food.
"Hurry up and finish," Hermione said impatiently after finishing her soup. "We have a ton of homework to catch up on and I'd rather get it done before the weekend is over."
"No, WE don't," Ron replied after swallowing a mouthful of pie. "Harry and I have a lot of homework to catch up with, you somehow got the next two weeks worth of assignment from the teachers."
"Just for Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Arithimancey," Hermione said indignantly. "And it was only a week's worth."
"You're not helping your case," Harry said dryly pushing the food on his plate around with his fork. "But I'm ready to go now if you are."
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked worriedly looking at his plate. "You didn't eat all that much."
Harry shrugged, "I couldn't eat for the past two weeks. I guess my stomach shrank."
"Are you sure you aren't hungry?" Hermione pestered.
"Yeah," Harry said standing up. "Lets go."
"Hmph! Mph! Mumphn! Ymnmhn!" Ron protested.
"English Ron," Hermione chided also standing up. "I believe it's your first language."
Ron swallowed, stood up, and said, "I said, 'Hey, I'm not done yet!'"
"If we waited for you to eat your fill we would be stuck in here for an hour," Hermione said dryly.
"I resent that," Ron replied following his friends to Gryffindor Tower.
"Its about time you three came back here! Honestly I've seen kids stay out of the tower for around two days without notice before but for two weeks? I think that's some sort of record!" the Fat Lady exclaimed when she saw them.
"Boxes of Orden," Harry said flatly.
"So you aren't going to tell me where you've been?" the Fat Lady asked disappointed, as she swung open to allow them into the common room.
"Chicken Pox," Harry said shortly as he climbed through the portal.
"CHICKEN POX?!" the Gryffindors heard the Fat Lady ask as they pulled the portrait closed.
"You think she believed us?" Ron asked grinning at her reaction.
"I think she's disappointed we weren't in the Himalayas or Beauxbatons," Hermione said.
"Hermione, could you help me with Potions?" Harry asked. "Snape is trying to kill me with this shit and he probably wants it turned in by next Potions class."
Ron snorted, "Its your fault for taking N.E.W.T. Potions."
"If Harry passes it in Hogwarts he won't have to worry about another Auroring class when he graduates," Hermione said taking out her Potions book and notebook. "Unlike SOME people I know."
"You know Snape only accepts people with O O.W.L.s in his N.E.W.T. class! Its not exactly my fault. Besides, I'll be read of that class when I graduate. I'm taking the T.O.A.D. Potions class aren't I? The Tiring Other Assessment Decisions tests are for that reason," Ron spat back. "Besides, I wasn't talking to you."
"Guys, as appreciated the distraction would be from homework, I really should get this shit done, so please, if you must argue go the hell away," Harry said shortly.
"Sorry," Hermione said sheepishly.
"Are you sure homework is a good idea? It would look bad if you get done before me," Ron said reluctantly.
"Then I guess you'd better get started on your homework shouldn't you?" Hermione said sweetly opening her Potions book.
Ron grumbled but sat down and got out his own homework sat down with his friends for the next four hours writing essays and such.
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AN: This chapter wasn't too angsty...
nope...
but I still would like reviews.
Reviews are nice. Lets see if we can break 100!
*nods*