Impossible Promises
AN:
I just hit 100 reviews accourding to my stat's box! YAY!
But as we all know... i'm greedy... and a tad confused... i update regularly... but my other fic which could be updated anywhere from two days to two months and still get at least twice as many reviews... maybe because the chapters were longer... *shrugs*
ANYWAY
Behold, 1,300 some words...
One of my longest chapters yet!
Still incredibly short, but hey... I warned you in my bio, these chapters can't be long, otherwise I screw them up!
Responses to reviews at the bottom!
I don't won HP, and that's probably a good thing with all the angst fics I write...
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"That's it!" Ron exclaimed throwing down his quill. "I haven't studied for this long since before the O.W.L.s! My brain can't take anymore! It's going to explode!"
Harry closed his book and his eyes, "Argh… When I close my eyes I can see Potions ingredients floating around in my head. I feel like I've been writing essays for years, and we still have two Transfiguration, a Care of Magical Creatures, and a Defense Against the Dark arts essays left!"
"At least you have a Transfiguration, four Potion, two Charms, and three Astronomy essays done," Hermione said cheerfully.
"How can you be so damned happy right now?" Harry demanded sourly.
"She has her homework done for the next two weeks," Ron said sorely.
"Only a week!" Hermione protested. "And not all of it! Just some, we already went through this yesterday!"
"Yes, and we all agreed you were insane," Ron replied testily.
Harry walked away silently letting Ron and Hermione blow off roughly twelve hours of studying in the past 36 hours. It was enough to cause anyone to throw books around after studying for the past five hours, as they had been doing, but added to that was the three hours of studying before lunch that day, and the four hours the night before after Harry heard the Himalayan rumor for the first time. Add to that that they hadn't fought with each other since Harry woke up a few days before, it was a miracle they lasted this long. So Harry sat down in front of the fire staring into the flames where he saw Sirius's head on more than one occasion.
Suddenly he became aware of a certain clumsy Gryffindor coming toward him; Neville had tripped over his own feet and face planted about two feet away from Harry.
"Hey Neville," Harry said flatly continuing to stare into the hypnotic flames.
"Hi Harry," Neville said sheepishly standing up again. "What are you doing?"
"Trying to ignore Ron and Hermione," Harry said tilting his head toward the feuding friends.
"It was unusually quite around here recently," Neville said sitting down on one of the comfortable arm chairs after a first year got off of it, allowing "The Harry Potter's" friend to sit down so she might get in Harry's good favor. "Some of the underclassmen said they couldn't concentrate on homework without shouting, so Ginny helped them by yelling at them. Then she chucked dung bombs at their heads to remind them of Fred and George. She created some enemies when she did that. Lavender transfigured all of her shampoo into honey after Ginny nailed her with a dung bomb."
"Why is she so testy?" Harry asked idly reminded of Ginny's dressing down of Ron on the Quidditch Pitch earlier in the day.
"She and Dean broke up a few days after you guys vanished. She was convinced something awful happened to you and you were lying dead in a ditch somewhere. Dean told her she was over reacting… but personally I agreed with her. She's not some pretty face; she's smart," Neville said then his eyes widened after realizing what he just said and hurriedly continued. "Did you guys really have Chicken Nox?"
"Chicken POX Neville. POX. And yes we did have it," Harry replied shortly not realizing what Neville had said about Ginny.
"Oh," Neville said obviously relieved Harry didn't comment on his slip up. He stayed silent for a few minutes pretending to read his Herbology before asking, "Are you going to restart the D.A.?"
"What?" Harry asked shocked. "Why would I have to? Professor Lupin is a good teacher!"
"I never said he wasn't," Neville protested. "Its just that I'm having a hard time keeping up in the N.E.W.T. level Defense Against the Dark Arts class."
"Then why don't you just ask Hermione to tutor you like half of our year?" Harry asked.
"She scares me," Neville said shivering. "She tutored me in Potions last year and she assigns more homework and flips out if you don't get it all done within two days. She was fine if it was wrong, but she got scary when you didn't complete the work."
"Oh yeah… she tends to do that," Harry said.
"So you aren't going to restart it?" Neville asked disappointed.
"No, probably not," Harry said and added to himself that it would be too dangerous for the others in the group. Harry stared into the fire thinking. He couldn't possibly defeat Voldemort; he couldn't even keep him out of his mind. But maybe he would be able to help Neville learn Defense Against the Dark Arts, something that Harry was decent in. Maybe then Neville would be able to defeat Voldemort. And it wasn't as if he was a threat to Neville if Neville was the one from the prophecy. The only one who would be able to kill him was Voldemort, and not by possessing Harry. It would be safe to help him.
"Tell you what," Harry said after a bit and watching Hermione racing up the stairs to her dormitory after cursing Ron. "I'll tutor you in the Room of Requirement every Tuesday and Thursday after supper. That's when Ron and Hermione have to patrol the hallways and I don't have Quidditch practice to worry about. Is that alright?"
"What?" Neville asked shocked and looking up from his Herbology book. "You will? Why? Why not just hold the D.A. meetings if you're going to help me out anyway?"
"Because there are too many schedules which contradict each other. Because there is a good teacher this year. Because I usually end up being your partner for practical purposes anyway. Because I don't feel like coming up with excuses for people to use on Madam Pomfrey as to why their toes are where their eyebrows are supposed to be. A lot of reasons," Harry shrugged.
"I don't know how I did that to Ernie! I swear!" Neville exclaimed defensively.
"I wasn't blaming you," Harry said reassuringly. "I just don't feel like shouldering the responsibility this year."
"Then why tutor me?" Neville asked.
"Because you saved my arse in the Department of Mysteries," Harry said flatly after thinking for a minute.
"Oh," Neville said hearing the tone in Harry's voice. "Sorry, here I am demanding answers to stupid questions and I should be thanking you profusely."
"Don't thank me yet," Harry said. "Wait until you get full marks on your N.E.W.T.s I'm going to bed, see ya."
"Okay, thanks," Neville said picking up his Herbology book again.
"No thanks until after the N.E.W.T.s" Harry reminded him standing up and walking up the stairs to his dorm.
Harry changed and got into bed, drawing the curtains around his bed and stared at them wondering what the hell he was thinking, promising Neville to help him get decent marks on his DADA N.E.W.T.s! He wouldn't be able to help Neville for that long. Not only would Neville surpass Harry as soon as he became confident in himself, but also Harry couldn't be around for that long, he'd be too much of a risk.
"Hey Harry?" Harry snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Ron's voice. "Are you awake?"
"Yeah, why?" Harry asked pulling back his curtain to look at his friend.
"Do you know how to keep my eyebrows from dancing the tango?" Ron asked miserably trying to watch his eyebrows without a mirror. "Finite Incantum doesn't work."
"Did you hear the charm?" Harry asked watching Ron's eyebrows curiously.
"Pellojos Bailan" Ron replied.
"Hmmm, try 'Pellojos Finite Bailan,' and if that doesn't work, shave them off," Harry said closing his curtains again.
"Gee thanks," Ron said sarcastically. "Just what I wanted to do, walk around the school without any eyebrows!"
"You'll be making a fashion statement," Harry replied.
"What? That I'm an idiot?" Ron demanded then tried the impromptu counter curse. "Thank Merlin! See you later mate."
"Yeah," Harry replied pretending to be sleepy and went back to his musings and his staring contest with the red curtains surrounding his four-post bed.
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AN:
I was too lazy to look up the Latin words for 'Dance Eyebrows'
And I was too lazy to look up the proper Spanish for 'Dance Eyebrows'
And I forgot how to command in Spanish and of course, I was too lazy to look it up.
Deal with it. :)
Response time now!
athenakitty: I'd say before... it produces a much more loud cough...
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SheWolfe7: I'm glad you liked the chapter even though it wasn't angsty. I hope you liked this chapter as well!
Padawan Jan-AQ: I'm glad you liked my last chapter! And thank you for the idea! I don't know when it will crop up but it probably will!
MixedUpAgain: Nope... Just 100 reviews... the stat's box and the review counter thingy are always off... and it is usually the lesser of the two that is accurate... but hey... its still a hundred reviews! I'm glad you liked the chapter!
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Please remember to review!
They feed me.
So if you want me to live to write another day, review... :D
AN:
I just hit 100 reviews accourding to my stat's box! YAY!
But as we all know... i'm greedy... and a tad confused... i update regularly... but my other fic which could be updated anywhere from two days to two months and still get at least twice as many reviews... maybe because the chapters were longer... *shrugs*
ANYWAY
Behold, 1,300 some words...
One of my longest chapters yet!
Still incredibly short, but hey... I warned you in my bio, these chapters can't be long, otherwise I screw them up!
Responses to reviews at the bottom!
I don't won HP, and that's probably a good thing with all the angst fics I write...
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"That's it!" Ron exclaimed throwing down his quill. "I haven't studied for this long since before the O.W.L.s! My brain can't take anymore! It's going to explode!"
Harry closed his book and his eyes, "Argh… When I close my eyes I can see Potions ingredients floating around in my head. I feel like I've been writing essays for years, and we still have two Transfiguration, a Care of Magical Creatures, and a Defense Against the Dark arts essays left!"
"At least you have a Transfiguration, four Potion, two Charms, and three Astronomy essays done," Hermione said cheerfully.
"How can you be so damned happy right now?" Harry demanded sourly.
"She has her homework done for the next two weeks," Ron said sorely.
"Only a week!" Hermione protested. "And not all of it! Just some, we already went through this yesterday!"
"Yes, and we all agreed you were insane," Ron replied testily.
Harry walked away silently letting Ron and Hermione blow off roughly twelve hours of studying in the past 36 hours. It was enough to cause anyone to throw books around after studying for the past five hours, as they had been doing, but added to that was the three hours of studying before lunch that day, and the four hours the night before after Harry heard the Himalayan rumor for the first time. Add to that that they hadn't fought with each other since Harry woke up a few days before, it was a miracle they lasted this long. So Harry sat down in front of the fire staring into the flames where he saw Sirius's head on more than one occasion.
Suddenly he became aware of a certain clumsy Gryffindor coming toward him; Neville had tripped over his own feet and face planted about two feet away from Harry.
"Hey Neville," Harry said flatly continuing to stare into the hypnotic flames.
"Hi Harry," Neville said sheepishly standing up again. "What are you doing?"
"Trying to ignore Ron and Hermione," Harry said tilting his head toward the feuding friends.
"It was unusually quite around here recently," Neville said sitting down on one of the comfortable arm chairs after a first year got off of it, allowing "The Harry Potter's" friend to sit down so she might get in Harry's good favor. "Some of the underclassmen said they couldn't concentrate on homework without shouting, so Ginny helped them by yelling at them. Then she chucked dung bombs at their heads to remind them of Fred and George. She created some enemies when she did that. Lavender transfigured all of her shampoo into honey after Ginny nailed her with a dung bomb."
"Why is she so testy?" Harry asked idly reminded of Ginny's dressing down of Ron on the Quidditch Pitch earlier in the day.
"She and Dean broke up a few days after you guys vanished. She was convinced something awful happened to you and you were lying dead in a ditch somewhere. Dean told her she was over reacting… but personally I agreed with her. She's not some pretty face; she's smart," Neville said then his eyes widened after realizing what he just said and hurriedly continued. "Did you guys really have Chicken Nox?"
"Chicken POX Neville. POX. And yes we did have it," Harry replied shortly not realizing what Neville had said about Ginny.
"Oh," Neville said obviously relieved Harry didn't comment on his slip up. He stayed silent for a few minutes pretending to read his Herbology before asking, "Are you going to restart the D.A.?"
"What?" Harry asked shocked. "Why would I have to? Professor Lupin is a good teacher!"
"I never said he wasn't," Neville protested. "Its just that I'm having a hard time keeping up in the N.E.W.T. level Defense Against the Dark Arts class."
"Then why don't you just ask Hermione to tutor you like half of our year?" Harry asked.
"She scares me," Neville said shivering. "She tutored me in Potions last year and she assigns more homework and flips out if you don't get it all done within two days. She was fine if it was wrong, but she got scary when you didn't complete the work."
"Oh yeah… she tends to do that," Harry said.
"So you aren't going to restart it?" Neville asked disappointed.
"No, probably not," Harry said and added to himself that it would be too dangerous for the others in the group. Harry stared into the fire thinking. He couldn't possibly defeat Voldemort; he couldn't even keep him out of his mind. But maybe he would be able to help Neville learn Defense Against the Dark Arts, something that Harry was decent in. Maybe then Neville would be able to defeat Voldemort. And it wasn't as if he was a threat to Neville if Neville was the one from the prophecy. The only one who would be able to kill him was Voldemort, and not by possessing Harry. It would be safe to help him.
"Tell you what," Harry said after a bit and watching Hermione racing up the stairs to her dormitory after cursing Ron. "I'll tutor you in the Room of Requirement every Tuesday and Thursday after supper. That's when Ron and Hermione have to patrol the hallways and I don't have Quidditch practice to worry about. Is that alright?"
"What?" Neville asked shocked and looking up from his Herbology book. "You will? Why? Why not just hold the D.A. meetings if you're going to help me out anyway?"
"Because there are too many schedules which contradict each other. Because there is a good teacher this year. Because I usually end up being your partner for practical purposes anyway. Because I don't feel like coming up with excuses for people to use on Madam Pomfrey as to why their toes are where their eyebrows are supposed to be. A lot of reasons," Harry shrugged.
"I don't know how I did that to Ernie! I swear!" Neville exclaimed defensively.
"I wasn't blaming you," Harry said reassuringly. "I just don't feel like shouldering the responsibility this year."
"Then why tutor me?" Neville asked.
"Because you saved my arse in the Department of Mysteries," Harry said flatly after thinking for a minute.
"Oh," Neville said hearing the tone in Harry's voice. "Sorry, here I am demanding answers to stupid questions and I should be thanking you profusely."
"Don't thank me yet," Harry said. "Wait until you get full marks on your N.E.W.T.s I'm going to bed, see ya."
"Okay, thanks," Neville said picking up his Herbology book again.
"No thanks until after the N.E.W.T.s" Harry reminded him standing up and walking up the stairs to his dorm.
Harry changed and got into bed, drawing the curtains around his bed and stared at them wondering what the hell he was thinking, promising Neville to help him get decent marks on his DADA N.E.W.T.s! He wouldn't be able to help Neville for that long. Not only would Neville surpass Harry as soon as he became confident in himself, but also Harry couldn't be around for that long, he'd be too much of a risk.
"Hey Harry?" Harry snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Ron's voice. "Are you awake?"
"Yeah, why?" Harry asked pulling back his curtain to look at his friend.
"Do you know how to keep my eyebrows from dancing the tango?" Ron asked miserably trying to watch his eyebrows without a mirror. "Finite Incantum doesn't work."
"Did you hear the charm?" Harry asked watching Ron's eyebrows curiously.
"Pellojos Bailan" Ron replied.
"Hmmm, try 'Pellojos Finite Bailan,' and if that doesn't work, shave them off," Harry said closing his curtains again.
"Gee thanks," Ron said sarcastically. "Just what I wanted to do, walk around the school without any eyebrows!"
"You'll be making a fashion statement," Harry replied.
"What? That I'm an idiot?" Ron demanded then tried the impromptu counter curse. "Thank Merlin! See you later mate."
"Yeah," Harry replied pretending to be sleepy and went back to his musings and his staring contest with the red curtains surrounding his four-post bed.
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AN:
I was too lazy to look up the Latin words for 'Dance Eyebrows'
And I was too lazy to look up the proper Spanish for 'Dance Eyebrows'
And I forgot how to command in Spanish and of course, I was too lazy to look it up.
Deal with it. :)
Response time now!
athenakitty: I'd say before... it produces a much more loud cough...
hedowl5: Thank you! To be perfectly honest... I'm not going to tell you... why? because I am playing with ideas at the moment.
SheWolfe7: I'm glad you liked the chapter even though it wasn't angsty. I hope you liked this chapter as well!
Padawan Jan-AQ: I'm glad you liked my last chapter! And thank you for the idea! I don't know when it will crop up but it probably will!
MixedUpAgain: Nope... Just 100 reviews... the stat's box and the review counter thingy are always off... and it is usually the lesser of the two that is accurate... but hey... its still a hundred reviews! I'm glad you liked the chapter!
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Please remember to review!
They feed me.
So if you want me to live to write another day, review... :D