DISCLAIMER: Nope. Don't own 'em.
A/N 6-13: Ya know, I wouldn't be typing this if Robyn was on... I'm still bored... and hungry. I really do need to step away from the computer and get some food.
Chapter 12: Hermione's Plan
(Anna)
Fred and George decided to celebrate their coming-back-together and making-up and such with a private showing (Harry, Ron, and Hermione were the only audience) of a cute little show with finger puppets, courtesy of the Room of Requirement.
The show had some familiar faces acting a little... messed up. The curtain rose on Harry and Ron talking about Hogwarts. Harry suggested bothering Snape, and Ron agreed with a high-pitched "Right-o!" and from then until the end of the show, and for several hours thereafter, it was as if the entire room had been subjected to a giggler Hex. Dumbledore danced and sang, Voldemort took over Hogwarts, Ron frolicked among butterflies, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione hugged Snape in what Harry and Ron quickly agreed was the funniest thing they'd seen in a long while.
For the rest of the evening, they messed around and laughed about the show, and planned what they'd do once they got back in two days...
Harry awoke from a dream with Sirius and James as finger puppets to find them chatting with everyone else- Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Lupin, and Pettigrew. Telling them about the puppet show, now, Ron was doing a comic imitation of the little Harry. "Bother, bother, bother..."
"Ah, Harry," said Remus, "you're awake. Heard you all have to leave, sorry, mate, we'll miss you..."
Harry hadn't considered that there might be people sorry that he'd leave...
"Yeah, you'll leave on Tuesday, so this Sunday's the only day we'll have to spend with you before you leave- so we have to spend the entire day together!" said Sirius.
"Harry, you can come to Quidditch practice with me," said James. "It's twelve-thirty! I'm sure the guys would love to have you if I said you were my cousin-"
"And we can go to chess club at 3:30!" Ron jumped up in excitement. "I can try my new strategies on Bob!"
"Great, mate," said Sirius, flashing a thumbs up. "And 'til then-"
"-can we watch that puppet show?" James finished, grinning.
The puppet show was even funnier the second time around, with James and Sirius's commentary. They had breakfast together around ten, laughing through the pancakes and syrup, Ron capping it all off by spitting orange juice out at a particularly amusing comment by James. Harry felt so- comfortable, so- at home, here, and he had to remind himself that he was sitting across from his father, not some friend he'd made at Hogwarts. He felt as comfortable with Sirius and James and Pettigrew and Lupin and Remus as with Ron or Hermione... Going back, where two were dead and one was a servant of Voldemort- he barely identified the four laughing faces with the adults in his own time.
But time flies like the wind (and as Remus's joke went, fruit flies like bananas), and before any of them knew it, the clock read 12:30, and Harry and James were heading down to the Quidditch pitch.
The Gryffindor team consisted of a burly, tanned captain (Enlil) the other two chasers, Turner, brown haired and starting to get a moustache, and Green, a tall boy with longish blonde hair and a strange accent, the keeper, another tall blonde, was a girl, Katie Buhman (Harry thought it a brilliant coincidence that Katie Bell was a Gryffindor Quidditch player in his time), and the beaters, two third years called Pat and Matt Dooley.
(Beth... sighs We always have to write sisters and brothers in... the curly blonde, Michaela, is Beth's sister and Pat and Matt are Beth's brothers, though they aren't really that close... and Katie Buhman is Anna's sister. I need to write Cheyenne in here... giggles)
"No, we aren't twins. We're two days apart," said Pat, looking at Harry's face.
"You're right, James, he looks like you," said Matt.
"Okay team, let's go!" Enlil, the team captain said. "Harry, you can go against James on a school broomstick, okay?"
Harry got a choice of an old Cleansweep 2 or a Silver Star 180. He picked the Silver Star. He felt the wonderful sensation of flying as soon as he got on the broom.
"Get ready for the time of your life, 'cause I'm gonna win."
"I don't think so," said Harry as he bolted after the Snitch, hovering two inches off the ground. James was by in a second flat. He sped every closwer then-
"I got it."
"No, I got it!"
Harry and James were on the ground wrestling for the Snitch. Both boys were laughing so hard that they didn't even seen Lily. When James had calmed down he said, "What's up, Evans?"
"What did you do to Snape?" she asked in a steely voice.
"Nothing."
"Whatever! He has mushrooms sprouting out of his nose, he's covered in goo, and along with his slimeball hair he has tentacles growing out of his head!"
"Cool!" said Harry.
"No, it is not! What did you do to him!"
"Nothing, my dear Evans."
"Don't you 'My dear Evans' me, Potter! I know you did something."
Just then Hermione came running out, "You will not believe what Sirius, Lupin, Peter, Fred, George, and Ron just did to Snape!" she cried.
"They did that!? When I get a hold of them..." Lily mumbled as she marched off the Quidditch pitch.
"Why'd they do that?" Harry asked.
"He called Peter and I Mudbloods."
"He didn't!" said Katie in horror.
"I guess since we are making no progress, we'll just call it a night," shouted Enlil to the team.
"Now that they're gone... I have a plan," said Hermione as the team went back to the locker room. "Harry, I found a way back... Well, at least to communicate with Dumbledore so he can get us back. We need a piece of his hair, though," she said quickly and quietly. "So we're going to need your help, James... and Sirius, Lupin and Peter."
"Right, but what can we do?"
"Well, while one of you gets his hair, the others can distract him," said Hermione.
"When?"
"Tomorrow."
"Alright."
"Now let's go to chess club," said Hermione. When they reached the room near the bust of Sirra the Strange, everyone was there. Ron and Robert were playing a game of chess, Hermione and Lily were watching very closely while the rest waiting in the corner for Harry and James.
"Checkmate! I won!" yelled Ron. "I beat Robert!"
"Great going, mate!" said Harry.
"Splendid!" added Fred.
"Cool!" said Sirius, grinning. "Bloody brilliant..."
(Whitney)
"You played well. I'm privileged to have had an opponent such as you," said Robert quietly.
"Thanks. It was great playing against you too, mate," said Ron, still grinning from ear to ear.
sighs Silly ff.net... it won't fix my chapters! It's getting really annoying. Perhaps it'll fix itself if I put this chapter up... I don't know.
A/N 6-13: Ya know, I wouldn't be typing this if Robyn was on... I'm still bored... and hungry. I really do need to step away from the computer and get some food.
Chapter 12: Hermione's Plan
(Anna)
Fred and George decided to celebrate their coming-back-together and making-up and such with a private showing (Harry, Ron, and Hermione were the only audience) of a cute little show with finger puppets, courtesy of the Room of Requirement.
The show had some familiar faces acting a little... messed up. The curtain rose on Harry and Ron talking about Hogwarts. Harry suggested bothering Snape, and Ron agreed with a high-pitched "Right-o!" and from then until the end of the show, and for several hours thereafter, it was as if the entire room had been subjected to a giggler Hex. Dumbledore danced and sang, Voldemort took over Hogwarts, Ron frolicked among butterflies, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione hugged Snape in what Harry and Ron quickly agreed was the funniest thing they'd seen in a long while.
For the rest of the evening, they messed around and laughed about the show, and planned what they'd do once they got back in two days...
Harry awoke from a dream with Sirius and James as finger puppets to find them chatting with everyone else- Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Lupin, and Pettigrew. Telling them about the puppet show, now, Ron was doing a comic imitation of the little Harry. "Bother, bother, bother..."
"Ah, Harry," said Remus, "you're awake. Heard you all have to leave, sorry, mate, we'll miss you..."
Harry hadn't considered that there might be people sorry that he'd leave...
"Yeah, you'll leave on Tuesday, so this Sunday's the only day we'll have to spend with you before you leave- so we have to spend the entire day together!" said Sirius.
"Harry, you can come to Quidditch practice with me," said James. "It's twelve-thirty! I'm sure the guys would love to have you if I said you were my cousin-"
"And we can go to chess club at 3:30!" Ron jumped up in excitement. "I can try my new strategies on Bob!"
"Great, mate," said Sirius, flashing a thumbs up. "And 'til then-"
"-can we watch that puppet show?" James finished, grinning.
The puppet show was even funnier the second time around, with James and Sirius's commentary. They had breakfast together around ten, laughing through the pancakes and syrup, Ron capping it all off by spitting orange juice out at a particularly amusing comment by James. Harry felt so- comfortable, so- at home, here, and he had to remind himself that he was sitting across from his father, not some friend he'd made at Hogwarts. He felt as comfortable with Sirius and James and Pettigrew and Lupin and Remus as with Ron or Hermione... Going back, where two were dead and one was a servant of Voldemort- he barely identified the four laughing faces with the adults in his own time.
But time flies like the wind (and as Remus's joke went, fruit flies like bananas), and before any of them knew it, the clock read 12:30, and Harry and James were heading down to the Quidditch pitch.
The Gryffindor team consisted of a burly, tanned captain (Enlil) the other two chasers, Turner, brown haired and starting to get a moustache, and Green, a tall boy with longish blonde hair and a strange accent, the keeper, another tall blonde, was a girl, Katie Buhman (Harry thought it a brilliant coincidence that Katie Bell was a Gryffindor Quidditch player in his time), and the beaters, two third years called Pat and Matt Dooley.
(Beth... sighs We always have to write sisters and brothers in... the curly blonde, Michaela, is Beth's sister and Pat and Matt are Beth's brothers, though they aren't really that close... and Katie Buhman is Anna's sister. I need to write Cheyenne in here... giggles)
"No, we aren't twins. We're two days apart," said Pat, looking at Harry's face.
"You're right, James, he looks like you," said Matt.
"Okay team, let's go!" Enlil, the team captain said. "Harry, you can go against James on a school broomstick, okay?"
Harry got a choice of an old Cleansweep 2 or a Silver Star 180. He picked the Silver Star. He felt the wonderful sensation of flying as soon as he got on the broom.
"Get ready for the time of your life, 'cause I'm gonna win."
"I don't think so," said Harry as he bolted after the Snitch, hovering two inches off the ground. James was by in a second flat. He sped every closwer then-
"I got it."
"No, I got it!"
Harry and James were on the ground wrestling for the Snitch. Both boys were laughing so hard that they didn't even seen Lily. When James had calmed down he said, "What's up, Evans?"
"What did you do to Snape?" she asked in a steely voice.
"Nothing."
"Whatever! He has mushrooms sprouting out of his nose, he's covered in goo, and along with his slimeball hair he has tentacles growing out of his head!"
"Cool!" said Harry.
"No, it is not! What did you do to him!"
"Nothing, my dear Evans."
"Don't you 'My dear Evans' me, Potter! I know you did something."
Just then Hermione came running out, "You will not believe what Sirius, Lupin, Peter, Fred, George, and Ron just did to Snape!" she cried.
"They did that!? When I get a hold of them..." Lily mumbled as she marched off the Quidditch pitch.
"Why'd they do that?" Harry asked.
"He called Peter and I Mudbloods."
"He didn't!" said Katie in horror.
"I guess since we are making no progress, we'll just call it a night," shouted Enlil to the team.
"Now that they're gone... I have a plan," said Hermione as the team went back to the locker room. "Harry, I found a way back... Well, at least to communicate with Dumbledore so he can get us back. We need a piece of his hair, though," she said quickly and quietly. "So we're going to need your help, James... and Sirius, Lupin and Peter."
"Right, but what can we do?"
"Well, while one of you gets his hair, the others can distract him," said Hermione.
"When?"
"Tomorrow."
"Alright."
"Now let's go to chess club," said Hermione. When they reached the room near the bust of Sirra the Strange, everyone was there. Ron and Robert were playing a game of chess, Hermione and Lily were watching very closely while the rest waiting in the corner for Harry and James.
"Checkmate! I won!" yelled Ron. "I beat Robert!"
"Great going, mate!" said Harry.
"Splendid!" added Fred.
"Cool!" said Sirius, grinning. "Bloody brilliant..."
(Whitney)
"You played well. I'm privileged to have had an opponent such as you," said Robert quietly.
"Thanks. It was great playing against you too, mate," said Ron, still grinning from ear to ear.
sighs Silly ff.net... it won't fix my chapters! It's getting really annoying. Perhaps it'll fix itself if I put this chapter up... I don't know.