(A/N): Here ya go...it's a little late but...oh well! I've been kinda busy at school, you see there's this- . . .wait, why am I tellin you guys! I've lost my mind. Heres your damn story, take it or leave it! LOL
Disclaimer: I only own the plot!
Gifts and Toads
Chapter 6
Harry woke up that morning fairly early, around 6:00a.m., to Hermione talking to Ron. When Harry realized what time it was, he got up, walked over to Hermione and gave her a small kiss on the lips, and went to his wardrobe to get dressed. After Harry was dressed, they all walked down to the Great Hall to have breakfast together. After they got their food and sat down to eat, Hedwig zoomed through the window in the ceiling where all the mail owls come through in the morning. She flew toward the Gryffindor table and dropped three fairly large package into Harry's, Hermione's, and Ron's hands. "Wonder what they could be?" Ron said.
"Or who they're from. . .!" Harry said. After that they didn't take anymore time talking. "Open your's first Ron. . .hey, there's a note...open that first." Ron ripped open the envelope, took out the note and read:
Dear Ron,
This gift is from me to you to show how grateful I am to you
for helping me and for providing some very valuable information.
I know it has been years since the incident but this is the earliest
I could write. Thanks again!
"It still doesn't say who its from" Hermione said, "Open the package, Ron!" Ron ripped the paper off of the package and out fell a Nimbus 2001 racing broom.
"I know it's out of date but. . .WOW!" Harry knew how Ron's family, they were pleased to receive anything.
"THAT'S GREAT, RON!" Harry said, "Hermione, now open yours!"
"O.K.!" Hermione opened her envelope, took out the letter and read:
Dear Hermione,
This present is to thank you for all that you did to help me
years ago. Once again this thanks is late but I just now got in
safe enough conditions to be able to write. Just think of this
Present as years worth of thanks!
After she had read the letter, she began ripping the paper off of her package. When all the paper was off, they saw what was inside. . .a brand new FireBolt. "Oh my Gosh. . . . .?"
"Harry, open yours next." Ron said. Harry opened the note that was attached to his and read:
Dear Harry,
You're the one that I need to thank most! Saving me from
those things, helping me out, everything! That is why your thank
you is the biggest of all. You truly do look like your father!
After Harry read the note through at least three times ( once out loud two times in his head) he picked up the package, tore off the paper and out rolled the newest broom in the racing broom line. . .a ThunderHead! All Ron could do was gasp.
"Harry. . .that hasn't even came out on the market yet!" The truth was, Harry had never heard about it period!
"This must've cost a fortune. . .but how. . . .!" But it didn't matter right now, at least he had another broom for quidditch matches. . .OH, he almost forgot. . .his first match was this evening, against Slytherin. "Hermione, Ron, our game's this evening. . .lets meet at the locker rooms at six fifty." They all nodded their heads in agreement and as soon as they finished their breakfast they got up and headed off for classes.
They went through the day rather quickly because they were excited about their match that evening. It was 6:45 when they finished their last class of the day and they all met up at the Beech tree instead. "I've got loads of homework!" Hermione puffed, carrying a mound of books on their way to the locker rooms.
"Us too!" Harry sighed. When they reached the locker rooms Hermione went to the left to the girls locker rooms and the other two went to the right to the boy's locker room. They all changed quickly and met in the play room to go over the plays one last time.
"O.k. guys, here's some of the plays I'd like to see tonight:
1. Finburg Flick
and-
2. Sloth-Grip Roll
Okay, we play our game, Slytherin doesn't stand a chance!" They stood up, picked up their broom and walked out onto the field. . . . .
The entire stadium was packed with cheering fans and stomping feet. It made Harry feel like he truly was. . .home. They all (both teams) gathered around the center-field and Madam Hooch dragged the crate of Quidditch balls in the middle of the circle. "Now I want a fair game. . .from all of you!" She then released the bludgers and the snitch. They whizzed around the players for a second then they zoomed into the air and out of sight. Then she picked up the quaffle, threw it into the air, blew her whistle and everyone was off. Harry started to circle the field as did Malfoy, that's when Lee started his commentating:
"Gryffindor in possession, Angelina really knows how to handle that quaffle! Passes to Hermione Granger, the newest member of the team, and she's actually quit good! Oh, she's going all the way, she's passed Montague, she shoots. . .SHE SCORES! Ten points to Gryffindor!" Harry heard a large amount of cheering from the Gryffindor end and boo's from the Slytherins. Hermione was doing really good for her first game! He kept circling the pitch and once he thought he saw the snitch but when he flew closer it was just one of Angelina's bracelets.
"Katies got the ball, she fly's past Jones, a new Slytherin chaser. . .past Warrington, and. . .OH! Montague steals, and he's reversed to Warrington. . ."
Harry still couldn't see the snitch. . .he felt as though he had been flying for hours! "SLYTHERIN SCORES! Ten points to Slytherin!" Harry suddenly heard a familiar sound, "Weasley is our King!"He had seen it, the snitch, it was flying around the Slytherin goal posts. He sped up to get there before Malfoy seen him, but it was no use, he was tagging him all along. Ron was right, this was the best broom ever. It felt like he was flying on nothing, and it was fast too, he was at the goal posts before Malfoy was even half there. He was on its trail, he was an inch from it, he had just barely dodged a bludger. . . "Gryffindor scores!". . .what was happening, he was slowing down. . .he looked back and Malfoy was holding his broom by the tail twigs.
"AHHHHHHH!" Malfoy had just thrown his broom off course and he went around behind the stadium before he could straighten out again. Malfoy was a few feet in front of him. If only. . .he could. . .just. . .got it! He had pulled up beside Malfoy, grabbed the front of the handle, and swept his foot under Malfoy's broom making it do a front flip, causing him to veer of to the right into the stands, but he pulled up before any collisions. "Boooong!" Slytherin had just scored again bringing the score to Gryffindor: 80 and Slytherin: 40!
"Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing,
Weasley is our King!"
The snitch was in front of him, but just out of reach, then all of a sudden, he flipped foward and hit the ground. It felt as if he had swallowed a bowling ball. Malfoy had just kicked the back of his broom making him somersault to the ground. Harry stood up. It felt as though he would throw up! He opened his mouth and out popped the snitch. . ."Harry Potter has caught the snitch. . .GRYFFINDOR WINS! The whole team had circled him on their brooms above, applauding him, while Hermione landed and ran up to him and gave him a kiss on the lips!
"Harry, WE WON," she said, slinging her arms around his neck. Angelina walked through the enormous crowd that was congratulating Harry and said, "PARTY IN THE GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM!"
They had partied in the common room until 3:00 in the morning. Someone had gotten Butterbeer, Cauldron Cakes, Pumpkin Pasties, and Chocolate Frogs, but no one told them who or how! After the trio had filled themselves full of cakes, chocolate, and snacks, they just sat on the couch to talk. "You were really good out there, Hermione!" Harry said, slipping his hand into hers. She just smiled and lay her head on his shoulder.
"We're supposed to get a new permanent DADA teacher today." Ron said.
"I wonder who it could be? Just as long as it isn't anyone like Umbridge. One of Hogwarts temporary replacement teachers had them just doing lessons in their book. "Well, I guess we'll see tomorrow!" They all nodded in agreement.
"I'm off to bed. . .Quidditch really wears you out!"
"Me too!"
"And me!" They all stood up and Harry gave Hermione a sweet kiss on the lips, said their 'good nights' and 'I love you's' and headed off to their separate dormitories. Once in their dorm, Harry and Ron changed into their pajamas and climbed into their four-posters to rest up for another day of lessons. "I wonder who will be our new DADA teacher, Ron. . . . . . . .Ron?"
They awoke early the next morning, ready for the day ahead. Harry got his school bag together and met Ron and Hermione in the common room. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and walked down to the Great Hall. "What's your schedule for today, Hermione?"
"Lets see. . .um. . . : 1. Transfiguration
2. Double Potions
3. Care of Magical Creatures
4. Divination
5. Charms
6. Double DADA
"I have the same schedule!" Harry said enthusiastically. They looked over at Ron his head was buried into his schedule. . .what's wrong, Ron?"
"Read this. . . .!" Ron said, handing them a piece of parchment. They picked up the paper and read:
Dear Mr. Weasley,
I, Professor Snape have chosen you to partake in my experimental
Potions course. Your actions did nothing to affect in my decision, your
name was randomly picked from a list of students. You are to report to my
Classroom every morning from 7:00a.m. to 11:00a.m for this program.
Best regards,
S. Snape
"Let me see your schedule, Ron!" He handed them a second sheet of parchment.
"He's doing this on purpose, I know he is!" Ron said furiously. Harry grabbed the parchment, held it out so that he and Hermione could read it, cleared his throat and read:
1. "Quadruple Potions"
2. "Divination"
3. "Care of Magical Creatures"
4. "Charms"
5. "Transfiguration"
6. "Double DADA"
"What's he playing at?" Harry and Hermione said. Ron shrugged his shoulders in distaste as the bell rang. They gathered up their school-bags and headed of for their morning classes. "See ya', Ron!" Harry called as Ron headed for the dungeons. Harry and Hermione's day went by pretty quickly, as opposed to Ron's. They met up with at recess before going to their 6th period classes. "How was Potions, Ron?" Hermione asked.
"It was horrible, we had to do four potions in one day!" Ron sighed. Harry and Hermione just looked at each other with a glum look on their faces. "Well, a day of Defense Against the Dark Arts will cheer you up!" Harry said tentatively. Ron nodded gloomily and stood up to walk to the DADA classroom.
When the got to the classroom Harry, Hermione, and Ron took a seat together and got out their books, quills, ink, parchment, and wands. Harry noticed that there was someone sitting behind the desk, but the chair was turned around so he couldn't see their face. Harry looked over at Hermione and smiled at her presence. Her hair was a beautiful color of golden brown, her eyes a deep brown. It was as if his insides had lurched. She smiled back at him, slipped her arm around his waist (as did he) and laid her head over on his shoulder.
" Potter, Granger, no unnecessary physical contact," came a voice from behind the desk. It sounded strangely familiar. Hermione mut have thought the same thing because when they looked toward each other, they both had a look of fear on their face.
The person stepped out from behind the desk. She were unusually short, with ring-covered stubby fingers. She was wearing a pink cardigan and was holding an unusually short wand, and very closely resembled a toad.
"It wasn't unnecessary contact," Hermione shouted.
"That's detention, miss Granger, and for you too Potter, you were in on it as well!" she said sweetly. "Wands away, quills out!" she said softly. "My name is. . .Professor Umbridge. Some of you may remember me from. . .ahem. . .last year. Open your books to Chapter One, read it, and I want 2 feet of parchment over the entire Chapter, due Thursday." Everyone gave a sigh of agitation as they turned in their books to begin reading. Umbridge looked at Harry and Hermione, gave them a toad-like smile, and sat down behind her desk, still smiling.
After class was over and Harry and Hermione were preparing to leave, Professor Umbridge called for them. "I want to see you in my office for your detention tonight at 7:30 p.m., no exceptions. . .you will only need to bring parchment, you are dismissed." Harry and Hermione left her office in shock.
"I can't believe she's back," Hermione said in awe, "That evil, foul, nasty old toad!" Hermione was stomping down the grand staircase. Harry put his arm around her to comfort her.
"Come on, Hermione, don't cry."
"She just makes me so mad, Harry." Hermione said, holding back her tears. You don't think she'd make us use that quill!"
"She won't, nobody would let her do that again! I don't even understand why Dumbledore hired her back!" Harry said confusingly. "Let's go work on our DADA report in the common room before we have to go to detention. When they got to the common room, Ron was already on the couch, working on his report.
"Well. . . .?" Ron asked.
"We've got detention at 7:30 tonight!"
"Ouch," Ron said. Harry and Hermione sat on the other end of the couch, got out their quills, ink, and parchment and started on their report. At 7:20 they had gotten 1 ½ feet of parchment when Harry and Hermione headed for the DADA classroom. When they got there, they knocked on the door and heard the familiar voice say "come in". They pushed open the door and were hit with a strong smell of wildflower's and musty lace. They looked around and saw the familiar ceramic plates with technicolor kittens.
"Sit," she said and pointed to two lace covered tables. They took out their parchment and laid it on the table. "You will be using my quills," she said in a sugary voice. Harry and Hermione exchanged looks of horror and took the quills from her stubby, fat fingers. "You will be writing. . .'I must not tell lies.'" Harry was the first to start writing. He put the point of the quill on the parchment and wrote: 'I must not tell lies.'" The words cut deep into the back of Harry's hand and just as soon as it had, it faded away. He did not let the pain show because he had went through it before, but when Hermione started to write 'I must not tell lies', she let a scream of pain and looked frighteningly at Umbridge. "Yes it hurts, doesn't it," she said gingerly. Hermione just looked back down at her paper and continued to write.
With every sentence, Hermione let out a small gasp of pain, but Harry didn't flinch because last year he became accustomed to it and he didn't want Umbridge to think that pain was his weakness. After what seemed like hours she said, "Come here, you two." They both stood up and walked up to the front of her desk. "Hand," she said. They both stuck out their hands and she took them in each of her hands. "Not yet, but nothing that a few more detentions won't cure! Same time same place tomorrow." she said, "You may go." Harry and Hermione turned and waked out into the 3rd floor corridor. Once they were out of sight of Umbridge, Hermione let it all out. Harry looked down at her hand and saw blood streaming down her hand and dripping on the floor. Harry looked at his own hand and saw his own hand dripping blood as well. Harry slipped his hand into Hermione's, which was covered in blood, but he didn't care, so was his. So, they walked back up to the common room, hand-in-hand, all the while, dripping blood from the deep wounds on each of their hands.
(A/N): Hope you liked it! There will be plenty more where that came from. Should be up by next week. If not, too bad, just walk away from the computer and put a bullet in your head, i mean . . . SERIOUSLEY! J/K, my fans! Read and review my slaves, muahahahaha!lol
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