I want to give a very big thank-you to witchfire37 for my very first
review, and also Irin for my second review! I still need a better reader to
help with my story, and could someone tell me how to do bold and italics
and stuff? It didn't work in the first chapter... Well, anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I'm sure you get the point by now.
Chapter Two:
Rosie stood in Harry's room, dumbstruck. She had definitely not been expecting Harry to faint. He was supposed to be some God forsaken bloody warrior guy anyway! He wasn't allowed to faint! She sighed, twiddling her thumbs in boredom, waiting for Harry to wake...
One thing that was certain about Rosie, was that she was an extremely impatient person. And exactly 43 seconds later, while muttering, "Your making me do this, Harry..." she raised her hand, closed her eyes...
... And a flood of ice-cold water washed over Harry, soaking him to the core. Harry sat bolt upright, staring at Nightmare with a horrified expression on his face.
"What the hell did you do that for?!" He cried
Rosie shrugged. "I tried slapping you, but you still weren't waking up... so I did the next best thing!" She grinned as Harry shivered. "Cold, are we?"
"You're evil..." Harry said, shaking his head. "Now that was just downright mean."
"Well anyway," she checked her watch. "You'll be getting you're amazing powers in 5..."
"WHAT???"
"...4..."
"I NEVER AGREED TO THIS!"
"...3..."
"YOU WOULDN'T DARE!"
"...2..."
"Shit."
"1."
Well, one thing was for sure, being powerful really, really hurt. Not just a little headache, this was like, being pounded with a sledge hammer, while having every joint in you body dislocated, and add a couple of knives being stabbed in your gut to round it off. Nice, huh?
"Gees, I'm pretty sure I didn't scream that loud..."
Harry was laying flat on his back, panting like mad.
"Could have warned me..." he breathed.
Rosie giggled, "I like surprises."
"I hate them. And you're evil."
She loomed over him. "I know that dumb-ass. I've always been evil. Oh... you might want to look in the mirror..."
"Do I really want to?"
Rosie shrugged. "No, probably not. But either way, you're going to see yourself some time, and it might be better if you're expecting it. Look, its not that bad, just come over here." A large mirror appeared in his room, and Rosie heaved him off the floor.
Slowly, Harry took one step towards the mirror... two steps... three ste-
"Oh for God's sake just get you're ass over here, Potter!" she growled. She pushed him over. "There!"
Harry stood there, completely speechless. He was taller... much taller, and his hair had grown. It was deadly straight, still raven black, reaching past his shoulders. But that wasn't the thing that shocked him most... instead of his usual emerald green eyes, they were white. No pupils... just a constantly glowing white, and he had a little tattoo of a black star on his forehead. Harry's mouth fell open, but he quickly snapped it closed again.
"Tell me I didn't see what I think I saw..." He mumbled, trying to keep his mouth as closed as possible.
"Oh you mean the fangs?" She grinned. "Yeah... Yeah, I've got them too." Harry stared at her perfectly flat teeth, and she rolled her eyes. Honestly, Potter, I don't usually look like this! It's a disguise, dumb- ass." She smiled slightly, looking at something behind him. "But that's not what I'm looking at..." she murmured. She stepped behind, staring intently at his back.
"What?" said Harry, sounding panicky. "What are you looking at?" Again she smiled, and another mirror appeared behind him, showing him what the fuss was about. He gave a kind of strangled yelp. Resting peacefully against his back were two sleek black wings, reaching down to his knees. Rosie hesitantly reached out to stroke his right wing.
"I wish I had them..." she mumbled.
"Wings...?" Harry whispered. "I have bloody... wings?" Harry shook his head. "You're not going to tell anyone about these, Nightmare..." he said. "I'm never, ever going to use them. And they disappeared into his back, leaving no sign that this boy could fly.
Rosie sighed, but nodded all the same. Then she squealed in delight. "Ooh! Harry! You'll never guess-"
"Don't squeal like that, you sound like Parvati Patil."
She whacked him on the arm. "Don't be so horrible! Anyway, I'm coming to Hogwarts this year!"
"What?!" But he was grinning in delight.
"Well my guardian in the other realm – he's really nice – sent a letter to Dumbledore explaining that my parents were aurors living in New Zealand and they were killed by Death Eaters but now they wanna kill me too so I had to come to be safe from the Death Eaters that wanted to kill me." She took a deep breath.
"Did you breath once in that whole explanation?"
"Nope! Oh, but Harry, you should so keep you're wings out! The Slytherin team would be absolutely mortified if you came on to the pitch with wings instead of a broom!"
Harry shook his head and patted Rosie on the shoulder. "You've got a lot to learn about this world, missy-"
There was a crash downstairs and they both heard someone whisper,
"Tonks!"
And, "Sorry!"
"Their here!" Harry whispered urgently. His appearances flashed back to normal. "Go! Get out of here!" He whispered, shooing her away from him. She grinned, saluted him, and said, "See you later tonight!" and disappeared in a flash. Harry neither knew nor cared what she meant by 'see you later tonight'. He crept out of his room and on to the landing. "Hey!" he whispered to the crowd at the foot of the stairs. He jumped silently down the stairs two at a time. Lupin grabbed him in a hug. "Harry, how are you?" He whispered worriedly, holding him at arms length. "Jesus, you've grown!"
Shit. Forgot to shrink back, I guess...
Harry shrugged sheepishly. "Growth spurt?"
Moody grunted and stepped forward. "What's the name of the Defence Group you held last year, Potter?"
Harry couldn't help but smirk slightly. "Dumbledore's Army."
Moody gave a sort of lopsided grin. "That's him alright!"
"I'll help you pack, Harry" whispered Tonks, stepping on to the stairs. Harry nodded and glanced at the crowd. There were a bit more people there then there was last year. A couple of people he didn't recognise, Flitwick, McGonagall, And... What the bloody hell was Snape doing here? Snape caught Harry's eye for a brief second and Snape crossed his arms and made a huffing noise.
Guess he's not too happy to be here.
But he snapped out of his reverie when Tonks grabbed his arm and tugged. "Come on!" she whispered urgently. And Harry quietly made his way up the stairs.
AN: The end of another chapter! Sorry its not much longer than the first one, as Irin requested, but this is where it seemed best to finish it. Please review, and tell me in a review if you want to be my better reader! Thank-you!
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Disclaimer: I'm sure you get the point by now.
Chapter Two:
Rosie stood in Harry's room, dumbstruck. She had definitely not been expecting Harry to faint. He was supposed to be some God forsaken bloody warrior guy anyway! He wasn't allowed to faint! She sighed, twiddling her thumbs in boredom, waiting for Harry to wake...
One thing that was certain about Rosie, was that she was an extremely impatient person. And exactly 43 seconds later, while muttering, "Your making me do this, Harry..." she raised her hand, closed her eyes...
... And a flood of ice-cold water washed over Harry, soaking him to the core. Harry sat bolt upright, staring at Nightmare with a horrified expression on his face.
"What the hell did you do that for?!" He cried
Rosie shrugged. "I tried slapping you, but you still weren't waking up... so I did the next best thing!" She grinned as Harry shivered. "Cold, are we?"
"You're evil..." Harry said, shaking his head. "Now that was just downright mean."
"Well anyway," she checked her watch. "You'll be getting you're amazing powers in 5..."
"WHAT???"
"...4..."
"I NEVER AGREED TO THIS!"
"...3..."
"YOU WOULDN'T DARE!"
"...2..."
"Shit."
"1."
Well, one thing was for sure, being powerful really, really hurt. Not just a little headache, this was like, being pounded with a sledge hammer, while having every joint in you body dislocated, and add a couple of knives being stabbed in your gut to round it off. Nice, huh?
"Gees, I'm pretty sure I didn't scream that loud..."
Harry was laying flat on his back, panting like mad.
"Could have warned me..." he breathed.
Rosie giggled, "I like surprises."
"I hate them. And you're evil."
She loomed over him. "I know that dumb-ass. I've always been evil. Oh... you might want to look in the mirror..."
"Do I really want to?"
Rosie shrugged. "No, probably not. But either way, you're going to see yourself some time, and it might be better if you're expecting it. Look, its not that bad, just come over here." A large mirror appeared in his room, and Rosie heaved him off the floor.
Slowly, Harry took one step towards the mirror... two steps... three ste-
"Oh for God's sake just get you're ass over here, Potter!" she growled. She pushed him over. "There!"
Harry stood there, completely speechless. He was taller... much taller, and his hair had grown. It was deadly straight, still raven black, reaching past his shoulders. But that wasn't the thing that shocked him most... instead of his usual emerald green eyes, they were white. No pupils... just a constantly glowing white, and he had a little tattoo of a black star on his forehead. Harry's mouth fell open, but he quickly snapped it closed again.
"Tell me I didn't see what I think I saw..." He mumbled, trying to keep his mouth as closed as possible.
"Oh you mean the fangs?" She grinned. "Yeah... Yeah, I've got them too." Harry stared at her perfectly flat teeth, and she rolled her eyes. Honestly, Potter, I don't usually look like this! It's a disguise, dumb- ass." She smiled slightly, looking at something behind him. "But that's not what I'm looking at..." she murmured. She stepped behind, staring intently at his back.
"What?" said Harry, sounding panicky. "What are you looking at?" Again she smiled, and another mirror appeared behind him, showing him what the fuss was about. He gave a kind of strangled yelp. Resting peacefully against his back were two sleek black wings, reaching down to his knees. Rosie hesitantly reached out to stroke his right wing.
"I wish I had them..." she mumbled.
"Wings...?" Harry whispered. "I have bloody... wings?" Harry shook his head. "You're not going to tell anyone about these, Nightmare..." he said. "I'm never, ever going to use them. And they disappeared into his back, leaving no sign that this boy could fly.
Rosie sighed, but nodded all the same. Then she squealed in delight. "Ooh! Harry! You'll never guess-"
"Don't squeal like that, you sound like Parvati Patil."
She whacked him on the arm. "Don't be so horrible! Anyway, I'm coming to Hogwarts this year!"
"What?!" But he was grinning in delight.
"Well my guardian in the other realm – he's really nice – sent a letter to Dumbledore explaining that my parents were aurors living in New Zealand and they were killed by Death Eaters but now they wanna kill me too so I had to come to be safe from the Death Eaters that wanted to kill me." She took a deep breath.
"Did you breath once in that whole explanation?"
"Nope! Oh, but Harry, you should so keep you're wings out! The Slytherin team would be absolutely mortified if you came on to the pitch with wings instead of a broom!"
Harry shook his head and patted Rosie on the shoulder. "You've got a lot to learn about this world, missy-"
There was a crash downstairs and they both heard someone whisper,
"Tonks!"
And, "Sorry!"
"Their here!" Harry whispered urgently. His appearances flashed back to normal. "Go! Get out of here!" He whispered, shooing her away from him. She grinned, saluted him, and said, "See you later tonight!" and disappeared in a flash. Harry neither knew nor cared what she meant by 'see you later tonight'. He crept out of his room and on to the landing. "Hey!" he whispered to the crowd at the foot of the stairs. He jumped silently down the stairs two at a time. Lupin grabbed him in a hug. "Harry, how are you?" He whispered worriedly, holding him at arms length. "Jesus, you've grown!"
Shit. Forgot to shrink back, I guess...
Harry shrugged sheepishly. "Growth spurt?"
Moody grunted and stepped forward. "What's the name of the Defence Group you held last year, Potter?"
Harry couldn't help but smirk slightly. "Dumbledore's Army."
Moody gave a sort of lopsided grin. "That's him alright!"
"I'll help you pack, Harry" whispered Tonks, stepping on to the stairs. Harry nodded and glanced at the crowd. There were a bit more people there then there was last year. A couple of people he didn't recognise, Flitwick, McGonagall, And... What the bloody hell was Snape doing here? Snape caught Harry's eye for a brief second and Snape crossed his arms and made a huffing noise.
Guess he's not too happy to be here.
But he snapped out of his reverie when Tonks grabbed his arm and tugged. "Come on!" she whispered urgently. And Harry quietly made his way up the stairs.
AN: The end of another chapter! Sorry its not much longer than the first one, as Irin requested, but this is where it seemed best to finish it. Please review, and tell me in a review if you want to be my better reader! Thank-you!
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