Disclaimer: we do not own Alias or Harry Potter, however much we wish we did. If they ever wanted to hand them over, however….well, we wouldn't object.
a/n: sorry for the slow update, but we've been busy with our individual stories (please check those out if you ever find the time), and we've had a lot of school projects given at one time. We think it's a conspiracy with the teachers…but you didn't hear that from us…
Thanks to:
Malfoynvaughnlover: they're our two favorite things, too.
Mandl4l: good to know we're not the only ones with constant cravings for macaroni and cheese, lol!
Ilovemypenguin: it is a weird crossover, isn't it? We're glad you like it though.
Ren201: we love Vaughn too. We're glad you like it!
Serendipity9: Vaughn is hot, isn't he? We know we daydream about him (well, him and Johnny Depp, but what girl doesn't?) we're glad you like this idea, and please keep reading!
HaxeOrdinary: we're trying really hard to cover our bases since we know there's a lot of answers to be given as to how this could possibly work, and thanks for telling us it was logical, we were somewhat worried that it wasn't. we'll try not to make Eric too stupid, after all, we do love Eric a lot. We just want to have him give some comic relief, after all, he does that on Alias too.
Thanks to everyone, and please review!
Chapter 4: "Blank" is my Father
Harry walked into Snape's Potions Classroom completely exhausted. There had been a late running Quidditch meeting the night before to discuss the new Captain nominees, and it had been both tiring and frustrating. Harry had to fight to keep his eyes open.
He sat down at his table and took out his supplies, his eyes drooping. He felt his eyes start to close, and felt a soft hand gently place itself over his. He looked up and saw Hermione passing him a note. 'Don't fall asleep. Snape is watching you.' He glanced at her and mouthed "Thank you." She smiled in response and went back to her work. Harry's heart started to pound. That had been happening a lot since they had gone to Grimmauld Place a month before. Hermione would do a completely normal thing, and Harry would be completely enamored by it. It was actually creeping him out slightly.
Harry took out his quill and started taking notes on how to make a Memory Potion.
"Potter! Take your notes correctly! It says five pounds of Mandrake Root, not 25!"
Harry rolled his eyes and ignored him. He knew just as well as Snape that he had not written 25 on his paper.
"10 points from Gryffindor for rolling your eyes at me, Potter!"
Harry clinched his fists. Snape was being so unfair! He took a deep breath to stop himself from doing something he knew he would regret, and glanced at Hermione. She was still writing her notes, but at some time, she had written him another note. 'Don't worry, Harry. You're better than him. There are actually some people on this Earth that love you.' Harry felt as though someone had reached out to him and hugged him. He smiled to himself and continued working. He couldn't help but feel he would be smiling to himself for the rest of the day.
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Sydney took a deep breath before entering the classroom, her head buzzing with information that had been instilled into her brain with the Instant Knowledge Pill. She walked into the class and looked at the faces of her second class--the class comprised of sixth year Gryffindors.
"Hello, my name is Sydney Bristow. You can call me Sydney; Ms. Bristow is my father," she said with a slight chuckle. "Anyway, I'll be your Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor this year. Today will be your basic getting-to-know-you-day. So when I call your name, please stand up and tell me something about yourself. Um….Lavender Brown."
A blonde-haired girl stood up. "Hi! My name is Lavender and I like Professor Trelawney's Divination Class."
"Seamus Finnigan."
"My name is Seamus, and I support the Ireland Quidditch Team."
"Quidditch…that's a great sport! Hermione Granger."
"Hi, I'm Hermione. I love to read, I hate Quidditch, (except for when Harry's playing of course), and I have to two greatest best friends in the world--Ron Weasley and Harry Potter."
"It's great that you have such good friends. Neville Longbottom."
"Um….I'm Neville, and I can't do magic."
"Yes, he can. He was the star of the D. A. last year," said a black-haired boy with glasses. Neville blushed, but smiled as he sat down.
"Parvati Patil."
"I'm Parvati, and I love to shop and gossip." {Those girls are so annoying. They use like all the time. Ex: "I like went to the mall today and like their clothes were like so gay and like so overpriced, that I like totally just like left. Like, for sure!" lol, so gay and annoying!}
"ooh, shopping…great past-time. Harry Potter."
Sydney watched as the Heir of Gryffindor stood up. It was the boy with black hair and glasses that had spoken earlier. She looked him over, studying him, and noticed that he had the greenest eyes she had ever seen. They almost seemed to burn with a holy fire; scalding to the touch, but with a calling flame. They reminded her slightly of Vaughn's eyes. 'Don't go there, Sydney,' she coached herself.
"Er…I'm Harry…that's all there really is to say."
"There must be something else you can think of to say, Mr. Potter."
"Please, call me Harry. Mr. Potter was my father," he joked, and the class laughed.
Hermione jumped up. "I know what to say for Harry."
"What is it, Ms. Granger?"
"Well, Harry is…he's just Harry. He's the kind boy who saved me from the mountain troll on Halloween in our first year, he's saved all of us multiple times, and he's never cocky about it…Harry is a hero."
The class cheered {Yay!}, and Sydney smiled.
'Well spoken, Ms. Gran…er, Hermione. Dean Thomas."
"My name is Dean, and I like to draw."
"Yay, an artist. Ronald Weasley."
Ron blushed at being called Ronald in public, and stood up.
"Call me Ron. I like messing around, and playing pranks on the Slytherins."
'Note to self: introduce Ron to Weiss. I can just see the mischief now…' Sydney thought to herself.
"Well, it's nice to meet all of you. I'll try and call you by your first names, if that's all right. It makes things easier for me. I'm a muggleborn witch from the United States, and I'm a graduate of the Salem Academy of Witchcraft. I look forward to teaching all of you, and all I ask is that you respect me, (unlike the Slytherins I had in my first class), and do the work that I assign, and we'll get along great.
"Please read up on the counter spell for the Transmogrification Curse, and write me a summary on it for your homework. Class dismissed."
The bell rang and everyone left, leaving Sydney to think of what she could do to keep an eye on Harry Potter.
We hope you enjoyed the latest edition of "Breaking the Covenant."
Please REVIEW!
Lots of love,
Alias: Mystic
a/n: sorry for the slow update, but we've been busy with our individual stories (please check those out if you ever find the time), and we've had a lot of school projects given at one time. We think it's a conspiracy with the teachers…but you didn't hear that from us…
Thanks to:
Malfoynvaughnlover: they're our two favorite things, too.
Mandl4l: good to know we're not the only ones with constant cravings for macaroni and cheese, lol!
Ilovemypenguin: it is a weird crossover, isn't it? We're glad you like it though.
Ren201: we love Vaughn too. We're glad you like it!
Serendipity9: Vaughn is hot, isn't he? We know we daydream about him (well, him and Johnny Depp, but what girl doesn't?) we're glad you like this idea, and please keep reading!
HaxeOrdinary: we're trying really hard to cover our bases since we know there's a lot of answers to be given as to how this could possibly work, and thanks for telling us it was logical, we were somewhat worried that it wasn't. we'll try not to make Eric too stupid, after all, we do love Eric a lot. We just want to have him give some comic relief, after all, he does that on Alias too.
Thanks to everyone, and please review!
Chapter 4: "Blank" is my Father
Harry walked into Snape's Potions Classroom completely exhausted. There had been a late running Quidditch meeting the night before to discuss the new Captain nominees, and it had been both tiring and frustrating. Harry had to fight to keep his eyes open.
He sat down at his table and took out his supplies, his eyes drooping. He felt his eyes start to close, and felt a soft hand gently place itself over his. He looked up and saw Hermione passing him a note. 'Don't fall asleep. Snape is watching you.' He glanced at her and mouthed "Thank you." She smiled in response and went back to her work. Harry's heart started to pound. That had been happening a lot since they had gone to Grimmauld Place a month before. Hermione would do a completely normal thing, and Harry would be completely enamored by it. It was actually creeping him out slightly.
Harry took out his quill and started taking notes on how to make a Memory Potion.
"Potter! Take your notes correctly! It says five pounds of Mandrake Root, not 25!"
Harry rolled his eyes and ignored him. He knew just as well as Snape that he had not written 25 on his paper.
"10 points from Gryffindor for rolling your eyes at me, Potter!"
Harry clinched his fists. Snape was being so unfair! He took a deep breath to stop himself from doing something he knew he would regret, and glanced at Hermione. She was still writing her notes, but at some time, she had written him another note. 'Don't worry, Harry. You're better than him. There are actually some people on this Earth that love you.' Harry felt as though someone had reached out to him and hugged him. He smiled to himself and continued working. He couldn't help but feel he would be smiling to himself for the rest of the day.
0
Sydney took a deep breath before entering the classroom, her head buzzing with information that had been instilled into her brain with the Instant Knowledge Pill. She walked into the class and looked at the faces of her second class--the class comprised of sixth year Gryffindors.
"Hello, my name is Sydney Bristow. You can call me Sydney; Ms. Bristow is my father," she said with a slight chuckle. "Anyway, I'll be your Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor this year. Today will be your basic getting-to-know-you-day. So when I call your name, please stand up and tell me something about yourself. Um….Lavender Brown."
A blonde-haired girl stood up. "Hi! My name is Lavender and I like Professor Trelawney's Divination Class."
"Seamus Finnigan."
"My name is Seamus, and I support the Ireland Quidditch Team."
"Quidditch…that's a great sport! Hermione Granger."
"Hi, I'm Hermione. I love to read, I hate Quidditch, (except for when Harry's playing of course), and I have to two greatest best friends in the world--Ron Weasley and Harry Potter."
"It's great that you have such good friends. Neville Longbottom."
"Um….I'm Neville, and I can't do magic."
"Yes, he can. He was the star of the D. A. last year," said a black-haired boy with glasses. Neville blushed, but smiled as he sat down.
"Parvati Patil."
"I'm Parvati, and I love to shop and gossip." {Those girls are so annoying. They use like all the time. Ex: "I like went to the mall today and like their clothes were like so gay and like so overpriced, that I like totally just like left. Like, for sure!" lol, so gay and annoying!}
"ooh, shopping…great past-time. Harry Potter."
Sydney watched as the Heir of Gryffindor stood up. It was the boy with black hair and glasses that had spoken earlier. She looked him over, studying him, and noticed that he had the greenest eyes she had ever seen. They almost seemed to burn with a holy fire; scalding to the touch, but with a calling flame. They reminded her slightly of Vaughn's eyes. 'Don't go there, Sydney,' she coached herself.
"Er…I'm Harry…that's all there really is to say."
"There must be something else you can think of to say, Mr. Potter."
"Please, call me Harry. Mr. Potter was my father," he joked, and the class laughed.
Hermione jumped up. "I know what to say for Harry."
"What is it, Ms. Granger?"
"Well, Harry is…he's just Harry. He's the kind boy who saved me from the mountain troll on Halloween in our first year, he's saved all of us multiple times, and he's never cocky about it…Harry is a hero."
The class cheered {Yay!}, and Sydney smiled.
'Well spoken, Ms. Gran…er, Hermione. Dean Thomas."
"My name is Dean, and I like to draw."
"Yay, an artist. Ronald Weasley."
Ron blushed at being called Ronald in public, and stood up.
"Call me Ron. I like messing around, and playing pranks on the Slytherins."
'Note to self: introduce Ron to Weiss. I can just see the mischief now…' Sydney thought to herself.
"Well, it's nice to meet all of you. I'll try and call you by your first names, if that's all right. It makes things easier for me. I'm a muggleborn witch from the United States, and I'm a graduate of the Salem Academy of Witchcraft. I look forward to teaching all of you, and all I ask is that you respect me, (unlike the Slytherins I had in my first class), and do the work that I assign, and we'll get along great.
"Please read up on the counter spell for the Transmogrification Curse, and write me a summary on it for your homework. Class dismissed."
The bell rang and everyone left, leaving Sydney to think of what she could do to keep an eye on Harry Potter.
We hope you enjoyed the latest edition of "Breaking the Covenant."
Please REVIEW!
Lots of love,
Alias: Mystic
