As Harry and Ginny entered the Great Hall a couple minutes after the idiot because Ginny wasn't sure if she would really puke or not. The first thing they noticed was that Malfoy had sat down and was doing a ridiculous impression of a swooning fit and there was a roar of laughter. Harry and Ginny sat down next to Ron and Hermione. As they sat down Hermione said, "Ignore him," seeing how the cute couple was glaring at the idiot. "Just ignore him, it's not worth it..."
Just then Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl with a face like a pug shrieked "Hey, Potter, The dementors are coming run Potter!"
Ron and Harry both grabbed on to Ginny who was about to lunge over the tables to kill that girl. Just then George Weasley popped up next to them handing Harry his schedule, and patting Gin on the head "New third-year course schedules," he said handing everyone else's around. Then looking at how Gin is reacting he turns to Harry and asks, "What's up with shorty?"
Nodding over to the tables of idiots "Who else, lover boy Malfoy," Ron said. George looked over just in time to See Malfoy pretending to faint with terror again.
"That little git," He said calmly, as Gin calms down now since no one would let her attack them. "He wasn't so cocky last night when the dementors were down at our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn't he Fred?"
"Nearly wet himself," said Fred with a contemptuous glance at Malfoy.
"I wasn't too happy myself," said George. "They're horrible things, those dementors..."
"Sort of freeze your insides, don't they?" said Fred
"You didn't pass out, though, did you?" Said Harry in a low voice, that just made Ginny go ahh and hug him .
Not saying anything about how they look. "Remember Harry, Dad had to go out to Azkaban one time, remember, Fred? And he said it was the worst place he'd ever been, he came back all weak and shaking... they suck the happiness out of a place, dementors. Most of the prisoners go mad in there."
"Anyway, we'll see how happy Malfoy looks after out first Quidditch match," said Fred. "Gryffindor Versus Slytherin, first game of the season, remember?" The only time Harry and Malfoy had faced each other in a Quidditch match, Malfoy had definitely come off worse. Feeling slightly more cheerful, Harry helped himself to sausages and fried tomatoes. He then put some on Gin's plate taking away the apple she had been about to eat. And Gin rolls her eyes.
Hermione meanwhile was examining her new schedule. "Ooh, good, we're starting some new subjects today," she said happily.
Ginny stuck her tongue out at Hermione. "Sure rub it in. Just because I'm a grade behind." Ginny says and Harry wraps a arm around her. Covering her eyes she says "Well fine be like that," before she bursts out crying.
Harry never able to see her stand to cry for a second pulls her against him. Rubbing her back he says. "Shh, it's ok how about I take you for a ride after practice." Harry says
Ginny perks right back up smiling no sign that she was ever crying. "Ok," Smiling she starts eating again making Fred and George snort.
"Hermione," said Ron, frowning as he looked over her shoulder, "they've messed up your schedule. Look – they've got you down for about ten subjects a day. There isn't enough time."
"I'll manage. I've fixed it all with Professor McGonagall."
"But look," said Ron laughing, "see this morning? Nine o'clock Divination. And underneath, nine O'clock, Muggle Studies."
Ginny turns to Harry and says "Hey Harry, do you think I should take Muggle studies next year?" she asks him and Harry just shrugs his shoulders.
Meanwhile Ron was says looking closer to the schedule, disbelieving "And look underneath that, Arithmancy, nine o'clock. I mean, I know you're good Hermione, but no one's that good. How are you supposed to be in three classes at once?"
"Don't be silly," said Hermione shortly. "Of course I won't be in three classes at once."
"Well, then –"
"Pass the marmalade," said Hermione.
"But –"
"Oh, Ron, what's it to you if my schedule's a bit full?" Hermione snapped. "I told you, I've fixed it all with Professor McGonagall."
Ginny leans over and whispers loud enough for half the table to hear. "Me thinkith Ron and Hermione are having a lovers quarrel." She says almost making Harry chokes as he bursts out laughing. So do Fred and George.
Hermione and Ron both almost jump up and yell "WE ARE NOT!" both appear to be turning red in the face.
Fred pulls back looking at them. "Well they do sort of remind me of Harry and Gin" Fred says to George, making everyone who could hear them have to agree.
"Hey" Harry and Ginny say glaring at the twins who wink at there little sister.
Just then before Hermione and Ron kill Ginny and the twins, Hagrid enters the Great Hall. He was wearing his long moleskin overcoat and was absentmindedly swinging a dead polecat from one enormous hand. "All righ'?" he said eagerly, pausing on the way to the staff table. "Yer in my firs' ever lesson! Right after lunch! Bin up since five getting' everythin' ready.... Hope it's okay.... Me, a teacher.... hones'ly..."
Ginny had just gotten her schedule from Collin who was nervous even speaking to the Famous Harry potter Fiancee/girlfriend. Looking at it she asks him. "Hagrid can I come to your first class. Cause otherwise I have double potions with the ugly's." Ginny says Hagrid smiles and ruffles her hair making her fuss with it.
"Sorry but no, however if you get a chance later in the day during a break in classes I'll give you a special preview for next year!" He says winking. He then grinned broadly at them and headed off to the staff table, still swinging the polecat.
"Wonder what he's been getting ready?" Ron asks, a note of anxiety in his voice. The hall was starting to empty as people headed off toward their first lesson. Ron checked his course schedule. "We'd better go, look, Divination's at the top of the North Tower. It'll take us ten minuets to get there..."
They finished their breakfasts hastily, said good-bye to Fred and George, and walked back down the hall. As they pass the Slytherin table, Malfoy did yet another impression of a fainting fit. The shouts of laughter followed Harry in to the entrance hall. Harry then grabs Ginny schedule and does a light squeeze on her ass making her eep. Then chases after him yelling about hitting him in the ass. Finally they part with a nice long kiss as Ron and Hermione catch up to them. The journey through the castle to North Tower was still a long one. Two years at Hogwarts all ready hadn't taught them everything about the castle, and they had never been inside North Tower before. Though Harry was marking good places for him and Ginny to go in his mind. "There's – got – to – be – a – shortcut," Ron panted as they climbed their seventh long staircase and emerged on an unfamiliar landing, where there was nothing but a large painting of a bare stretch of grass hanging on the stone wall.
"I think it's this way," said Hermione, peering down the empty passage to the right.
"Can't be," said Ron. "That's south, look you can see a bit of the lake out of the window.." Hermione starred at Ron shocked that he was right.
Harry was watching the painting. A Fat, dapple-gray pony had just ambled onto the grass and was grazing nonchalantly. Harry was used to the subject's of Hogwarts paintings moving around and leaving their frames to visit one another, but he always enjoyed watching it. A moment later, a short, squat knight in a suit of armor clanked into the picture after his pony. By the look of the grass stains on his metal knees, he had just fallen off. "Aha!" he yelled seeing Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "What villains are these, that trespass upon my private lands! Come to scorn at my fall, perchance? Draw, you knaves, you dogs!"
They watched in astonishment as the little knight tugged his sword out of it's scabbard and began brandishing it violently, hopping up and down in rage. But the sword was to long for him; a particularly wild swing made him overbalance, and he landed face down n the grass. "Are you all right?" said Harry, moving closer to the picture.
"Get back, you scurvy braggart! Back, you rogue!" the knight seized his sword again and used it to push himself back up, but the blade sank deeply into the grass and, though he pulled with all his might, he couldn't get it out again. Finally, he had to flop back down onto the grass and push up his visor to mop his seating face.
"Listen," said Harry, taking advantage of the knight's exhaustion, "we're looking for the North Tower. You don't know the way do you?"
"A quest!" the knight's rage seemed to vanish instantly. He clanked to his feet and shouted, "Come follow me, dear friends, and we shall find our goal, or else shall perish bravely in the charge!" He gave the sword another fruitless tug, tried and failed to mount the fat pony, gave up, and cried, "On foot then, good sirs and gentle lady! On! On!" And he ran, clanking loudly, in to the left side of the frame and out of sight. They hurried after him along the corridor following the sound of his armor. Every now and then they spotted him running through a picture ahead. "Be of stout heart, the worst is yet to come!" yelled the knight, and they saw him reaper in front of an alarmed group of women in crinolines, whose picture hung on the wall of a narrow spiral staircase. Puffing loudly Harry, Ron, and Hermione climbed the tightly spiraling steps, getting dizzier and dizzier, until at last they heard the murmur of voices above them and knew they had reached the classroom. "Farewell!" cried the knight, popping his head into a painting of some sinister-looking monks. "Farewell, my comrades-in-arms! If ever you have need of noble heart and steely sinew, call upon sir Cadogan!"
"Yeah, we'll call you," muttered Ron as the knight disappeared, "if we ever need someone mental." They climbed the last few steps and emerged onto a tiny landing, where most of the class was already assembled. There were no doors off this landing, but Ron nudged Harry and pointed at the ceiling, where there was a circular trapdoor with a brass plaque on it.
"'Sibyll Trelawney, Divination teacher,'" Harry read. "How are we supposed to get up there?" As though in answer to his question, the trapdoor suddenly opened, and a silvery ladder descended right at Harry's feet. Everyone got quiet.
"After you," said Ron grinning, so Harry climbed the ladder while Hermione made Ron next not want him to look up her skirt.
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