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OH MY GOD! I did my French oral exam, and I got FULL MARKS! Congratulate me, everybody! I also did my German oral, and I did pretty well. Now I've just got the do another ten exams and I'm done!
Chapter Thirteen:
Harry yawned, taking in his surroundings. Blinking, he stared at his watch, his eyes finally adjusting.
"Two am?" he whispered harshly. "Well, that's just great..."
Suddenly, and rather unexpectedly, his face lit up in a devious grin. Harry crept toward Severus' private store cupboard, picking out certain potions that would have a rather... interesting effect.
"Aha!"
Harry picked up a tiny glass bottle with a turquoise liquid swirling around inside.
"Perfect..."
I thought you might want to help... said Rosie brightly. Harry could almost sense the evil grin plastered on her face.
# Whatever. Tell me where you are. #
Right outside Lockhart's room...
# I'm there. #
Rosie jumped as Harry stepped out of the shadows.
"Harry!" she gasped, holding a hand to her heart. "You scared the living daylights out of me!"
Harry rolled his eyes. Turning into his black-shadow form, he stepped through the wall... right into Lockhart's room. Rosie teleported with a small 'pop' beside him.
Lockhart, much to Harry's delight and confusion, seemed to be having a rather restless sleep. He was tossing and turning, and was muttering some disturbing things.
"What did you do to him?" Harry asked, unable to keep the amusement from his voice.
"Nothing!" said Rosie quickly, her eyes wide with shining innocence. "Why would I do anything?"
"Rosie..." growled Harry.
Rosie sighed. "His dreams were much too... pleasant," she said darkly, her face contorting in disgust. "I'm not called Nightmare for nothing, you know."
Lockhart whimpered, curling into a fetal position.
"Whoops," said Rosie sheepishly, cringing. "May have gone a bit over the top, there..."
Harry shook his head. "Whatever. Anyway, I brought these..." said Harry, brining out the different potions from inside his robes. "They should spice things up a bit."
"Good," Rosie nodded her head in approval. She took the vials from him. "Wait right here."
"What are you going to do?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Ah, but Harry! It wouldn't be a surprise then, would it?"
"I told you time and time again. I. Hate. Surprises."
With a small pop, she disappeared.
Harry sighed and contented himself by watching Lockhart's restless sleep.
One minute gone. Thought Harry darkly. What on earth was she doing?
Two minutes.
Three.
Ugh. She better hurry up.
"Done!" Rosie stood before him, a satisfied expression on her face.
"I'm not even going to bother asking what you did."
"Good."
Harry teleported back into Severus' rooms, diving under his warms covers.
Harry woke to the sound of rain pattering against the castle. Harry sighed inwardly. If only it was sunny...
Harry stood up and stretched, glancing at his watch. Six am.
God, he really needed to get a life.
Glancing around the room, he closed his eyes...
Focus on your center...
Yep. I'm focusing.
Harry was dimly aware of his legs being brought up into a cross-legged position, and that he was hovering a meter above the ground.
It was the nicest feeling... so peaceful... relaxed...
"Erm... am I interrupting something?"
Yes, you are. Now piss off.
Harry cracked a glowing white eye open.
"No."
Severus was standing in the doorway, looking rather baffled.
"Why are you meditating?" he asked, sounding uncomfortable.
"Because if I didn't," said Harry calmly. "I would probably kill you."
Severus' eyes widened. "Right..." he mumbled. "Well... I'll just have breakfast... then..."
Casting one more wary glance in Harry's direction, he disappeared into the kitchen.
Harry closed his eyes again, taking a deep breath.
Ahhh. Tranquility.
"Harry?"
Harry took another claming, deep breath.
"Yes?" he growled.
"Erm... never mind..."
Harry heard his footsteps leave the room...
... And then come right back in again.
"Actually, I was wondering if-"
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
"Well, yes..."
Harry sighed, giving up the meditation.
Slowly setting himself down on his feet again, he glared at his father.
"And as for your question," said Harry, still glaring. "I would like to eat in the Great Hall. Rosie and I have got a surprise to show you."
Sev's mouth dropped open. "How did you know I was going to ask that?"
Harry tapped his temple. "Read your mind."
"I told you! The mind isn't a book that you can read at will. Thoughts are not engraved on the inside of skulls. The mind is a much more complex thing!"
Smirking, a leather-bound book appeared in Harry's hands.
Harry cleared his throat, and began to read.
"Fifteenth of May, 1989," he began. "Tonight was the best night of my life," Harry read. "Lily and I got a room together, and-"
Harry stopped suddenly, eyes wide. He gagged.
"Ewww! That's disgusting! What on earth were you thinking?"
Severus snatched the book away, and read the rest of the page.
"Ok," said Sev slowly. "I guess you can read minds... but don't do it again!"
"Don't worry," said Harry, looking disgusted. "I won't. You're my dad! You aren't supposed to do those things! It's... it's... it's just plain wrong!"
Sev smirked. "That'll teach you to read my mind."
Harry shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "Let's go to the Great Hall."
Severus and Harry entered the hall together, wearing an identical expression.
McGonagall nodded to them as they sat down, and then frowned. "Where on earth is Lockhart?"
Ron shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe he died in his sleep, or something," he sighed. "Can't get my hopes up..."
"What has happened to me?" Came a despairing voice, with a rather strong German accent.
Hermione frowned. "Who said that?"
Ron, his eyes wide, pointed toward the door. "Look down..."
They did so. Standing in front of the doors, was none other than Gilderoy Lockhart, with green hair, standing approximately two feet tall, and had rather disfigured features.
AN: Heh. Couldn't resist! Sorry it's so short. I'll try and do a longer one next chapter. Please review!
Athenakitty: You'll see what happens to Lockhart soon enough!
Anonymous: Thanks for telling me what OOC is. I know they're pretty out of character. Sorry about that. Harry will make sure Sev doesn't tell Dumbledore.
Aalikane: Thanks for the review, glad you like it.
Psy: Thanks for the review.
Hpstoryguy: Yep! Here's the new chapter!
Alana: Sure did! Cheers.
Mjk306: Thanks for the review.
Jeangab057: I know! Thanks.
Klover P: I don't know how you can like him... anyway, thanks!
Fantasydima: Thanks. Glad Tasidia recommended it!
Miss Mooney: My muse does that, too. Thanks!
OH MY GOD! I did my French oral exam, and I got FULL MARKS! Congratulate me, everybody! I also did my German oral, and I did pretty well. Now I've just got the do another ten exams and I'm done!
Chapter Thirteen:
Harry yawned, taking in his surroundings. Blinking, he stared at his watch, his eyes finally adjusting.
"Two am?" he whispered harshly. "Well, that's just great..."
Suddenly, and rather unexpectedly, his face lit up in a devious grin. Harry crept toward Severus' private store cupboard, picking out certain potions that would have a rather... interesting effect.
"Aha!"
Harry picked up a tiny glass bottle with a turquoise liquid swirling around inside.
"Perfect..."
I thought you might want to help... said Rosie brightly. Harry could almost sense the evil grin plastered on her face.
# Whatever. Tell me where you are. #
Right outside Lockhart's room...
# I'm there. #
Rosie jumped as Harry stepped out of the shadows.
"Harry!" she gasped, holding a hand to her heart. "You scared the living daylights out of me!"
Harry rolled his eyes. Turning into his black-shadow form, he stepped through the wall... right into Lockhart's room. Rosie teleported with a small 'pop' beside him.
Lockhart, much to Harry's delight and confusion, seemed to be having a rather restless sleep. He was tossing and turning, and was muttering some disturbing things.
"What did you do to him?" Harry asked, unable to keep the amusement from his voice.
"Nothing!" said Rosie quickly, her eyes wide with shining innocence. "Why would I do anything?"
"Rosie..." growled Harry.
Rosie sighed. "His dreams were much too... pleasant," she said darkly, her face contorting in disgust. "I'm not called Nightmare for nothing, you know."
Lockhart whimpered, curling into a fetal position.
"Whoops," said Rosie sheepishly, cringing. "May have gone a bit over the top, there..."
Harry shook his head. "Whatever. Anyway, I brought these..." said Harry, brining out the different potions from inside his robes. "They should spice things up a bit."
"Good," Rosie nodded her head in approval. She took the vials from him. "Wait right here."
"What are you going to do?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Ah, but Harry! It wouldn't be a surprise then, would it?"
"I told you time and time again. I. Hate. Surprises."
With a small pop, she disappeared.
Harry sighed and contented himself by watching Lockhart's restless sleep.
One minute gone. Thought Harry darkly. What on earth was she doing?
Two minutes.
Three.
Ugh. She better hurry up.
"Done!" Rosie stood before him, a satisfied expression on her face.
"I'm not even going to bother asking what you did."
"Good."
Harry teleported back into Severus' rooms, diving under his warms covers.
Harry woke to the sound of rain pattering against the castle. Harry sighed inwardly. If only it was sunny...
Harry stood up and stretched, glancing at his watch. Six am.
God, he really needed to get a life.
Glancing around the room, he closed his eyes...
Focus on your center...
Yep. I'm focusing.
Harry was dimly aware of his legs being brought up into a cross-legged position, and that he was hovering a meter above the ground.
It was the nicest feeling... so peaceful... relaxed...
"Erm... am I interrupting something?"
Yes, you are. Now piss off.
Harry cracked a glowing white eye open.
"No."
Severus was standing in the doorway, looking rather baffled.
"Why are you meditating?" he asked, sounding uncomfortable.
"Because if I didn't," said Harry calmly. "I would probably kill you."
Severus' eyes widened. "Right..." he mumbled. "Well... I'll just have breakfast... then..."
Casting one more wary glance in Harry's direction, he disappeared into the kitchen.
Harry closed his eyes again, taking a deep breath.
Ahhh. Tranquility.
"Harry?"
Harry took another claming, deep breath.
"Yes?" he growled.
"Erm... never mind..."
Harry heard his footsteps leave the room...
... And then come right back in again.
"Actually, I was wondering if-"
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
"Well, yes..."
Harry sighed, giving up the meditation.
Slowly setting himself down on his feet again, he glared at his father.
"And as for your question," said Harry, still glaring. "I would like to eat in the Great Hall. Rosie and I have got a surprise to show you."
Sev's mouth dropped open. "How did you know I was going to ask that?"
Harry tapped his temple. "Read your mind."
"I told you! The mind isn't a book that you can read at will. Thoughts are not engraved on the inside of skulls. The mind is a much more complex thing!"
Smirking, a leather-bound book appeared in Harry's hands.
Harry cleared his throat, and began to read.
"Fifteenth of May, 1989," he began. "Tonight was the best night of my life," Harry read. "Lily and I got a room together, and-"
Harry stopped suddenly, eyes wide. He gagged.
"Ewww! That's disgusting! What on earth were you thinking?"
Severus snatched the book away, and read the rest of the page.
"Ok," said Sev slowly. "I guess you can read minds... but don't do it again!"
"Don't worry," said Harry, looking disgusted. "I won't. You're my dad! You aren't supposed to do those things! It's... it's... it's just plain wrong!"
Sev smirked. "That'll teach you to read my mind."
Harry shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "Let's go to the Great Hall."
Severus and Harry entered the hall together, wearing an identical expression.
McGonagall nodded to them as they sat down, and then frowned. "Where on earth is Lockhart?"
Ron shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe he died in his sleep, or something," he sighed. "Can't get my hopes up..."
"What has happened to me?" Came a despairing voice, with a rather strong German accent.
Hermione frowned. "Who said that?"
Ron, his eyes wide, pointed toward the door. "Look down..."
They did so. Standing in front of the doors, was none other than Gilderoy Lockhart, with green hair, standing approximately two feet tall, and had rather disfigured features.
AN: Heh. Couldn't resist! Sorry it's so short. I'll try and do a longer one next chapter. Please review!