Yay! Reviews make me happy! And they make me update! Anyway, thanks to
Cap'n Keira Sparrow, for reviewing chap. 12. Also thankee to Suuki-Aldrea,
still my most lovely and on time reviewer. I don't think this is going to
be centered around Harry/Elizabeth, but that will be a subplot, as will
Hermione/Jack. I was feeling romantic. The main thing will have to do
w/dear Moldy Voldy. Sirius Sweetie just reviewed and requested more
Jack/Hermione, so I will put in more about that to make her happy. Thanks
also to He Mele No Lilo for reviewing chapters 1 and 2. I love reviews.
Oh, and sorry about the really really long song. If I remember correctly
it's 11 minutes and 21 seconds. But it's still really funny. Anyway,
thanks to all of you for reading, and On with the show!
Once Moldy Voldy had left, Dumbledore cleared his throat once or twice to get everyone's attention. Most people were still laughing, so it took a while before he managed to succeed, but eventually he did.
"Sorry about that, it wasn't planned. Um, thank you to all the students who performed, you were wonderful, and thank you all for coming, but I'm afraid the Pops Concert has finally (after about three chapters worth of it) come to an end. I hope you all enjoyed yourselves, and have a wonderful weekend," he cut through the crowd and headed towards his office. People began filing slowly out of the hall and towards their common rooms, but the Fellowship congregated in the Gryffindor Common room, along with Elizabeth, Jack, Hermione, Harry and Ron.
"Do you know what that was about Harry?" Elizabeth asked for everyone that didn't know about Moldy Voldy and his, erm, history, with Harry.
"Don't you know about Lord Voldemort?" Hermione glared at Harry as he said that, and Ron started getting pale and sweaty.
"Well, he killed my parents, and tried to kill me, but couldn't. His curse rebounded on him, and he was almost killed. Now he's after me again. Stupid, bloody, dark wizards. I'll get you Voldemort, just see if I will!" Ron fainted as Harry said Voldemort again, but no one else cared. "Anyway, he wants to kill me, but I think there might be something else too,"
"If Voldemort gets a hold of Harry, he will have the power to destroy us all!" Gandalf declared forcefully.
"WHAT?" everyone replied in that perfectly synchronized voice that makes you think they're doing it on purpose.
"Well, obviously Harry has far more power than a normal wizard, and if Voldemort harnesses that power, and melds it with his own, well, bad things will happen,"
"What can we do?" Hermione asked. "Obviously we can't just sit around here and wait for Voldemort to attack us when we least expect it. There must be some way we can protect Harry,"
"There is no way. Voldemort is stronger than any of us can imagine," at this Harry snorted, but Gandalf didn't notice. "We must do what Voldemort will never expect. We must destroy Harry," there was a collective gasp from everyone not in the Fellowship, and Pippin.
"Come on Gandalf, just cause that worked once doesn't mean it will give us a good plot this time. I mean, come on, are we going to have to take him to Mount Wannahakalugie and throw him into the fiery chasm from whence he came? Oh that sounded really disgusting. Sorry," Aragorn winced.
"No, that won't work. What we have to do instead is...destroy Voldemort," Harry stated calmly. Ron fainted again, and Hermione looked almost ready to.
"That's actually a good idea," Pippin piped preppily (say that five times fast why don't ya?). "I'm surprised you managed to come up with something credible so fast,"
"HOW do we destroy Voldemort is the question, not do we," Jack added.
"Well, I don't think we can do anything tonight, but I think we should have a plan by Halloween, or at least another idea if we don't have a plan," Hermione suggested.
"Ok," Ron yawned, getting up from the floor where he had landed on Crookshanks. The group dispersed to their various common rooms, except for Elizabeth and Harry, who "weren't really tired yet" yawn. After everyone else was gone they sat for a moment in an uncomfortable silence. Elizabeth sat, admiring the amazing shade of Harry's eyes, his wonderfully mussy hair. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, wondering what she was thinking, and drinking in the sight of here beautiful face.
"WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO AHEAD AND KISS HER?" the narrator demanded, finally sick of all the romantic tension, and wishing there would be a long tonsil-sucking session soon that she could make fun of. Harry glared at the nothingness, wishing he actually did have the nerve to kiss Elizabeth.
"Wait, forget I said that, but do kiss her," the narrator commanded, and they forgot about hearing the voice from nowhere. Slowly, Harry leaned towards Elizabeth and kissed her softly. There followed a long tonsil- sucking session, which the narrator watched gleefully, even popping popcorn and making up inappropriate song lyrics about Harry and Elizabeth. We'll just give them some privacy now. I think they deserve as much as they can get with the nasty narrator lurking around in the corners. You never know when she'll show up.
Meanwhile, in other parts of the castle (aka the Room of Requirement) another couple was having their first kiss, though a tad less passionate, and without the nosy narrator butting in and forcing it upon them. I'm sure Harry and Elizabeth will be hurt for life. Jack and Hermione had left the meeting together, and Hermione had pulled him away from the path to his dorm and towards the Room of Requirement. When the had entered the room it was a small, romantic setting with a few comfortable arm chairs, a couch and a coffee table with a vase of roses. The lighting was dim, and there was quiet music in the background. Jack looked around in astonishment.
"What is this place?" he asked.
"That doesn't matter. What matters is that we're alone, and I can finally ask you what has been bugging me all night. Why did you say that when I finished my song?"
"Well, because, well, I really like you Hermione. Not just as a friend either. Uh, how do I say this?" Jack was starting to turn red. He wasn't used to being sincere, and didn't know how to say what he was feeling. He didn't like the feeling of being unable to express himself and keep in control of the situation.
"I think I know how to say it," Hermione whispered. She leaned forward, and Jack realized she wanted him to kiss her. He panicked for a moment, then realized that here was something he knew how to do. They kissed, not passionately, but sweetly. Suddenly, Jack pulled away.
"I'm sorry, I can't do this," he blurted. "This just won't work!" he got up and hurried out of the room, thinking 'I can't do this. I can't take advantage of someone that young and capable. She doesn't realize what she's doing. She'll come to her senses by tomorrow. It was all just a mistake.' But he knew it wasn't a mistake. That kiss was the most obviously not mistake thing that had happened to him since, well, being born, which was the biggest not mistake in the history of the universe.
Sorry for the shortness, I got a tad of the block. Do you like the romance? If it's too cheesy or angsty just let me know, I think I overdid it a little. I give new fan fictions and chapters to reviewers. Or if you really want, I might hand out a Jamba Juice to a lucky few. Ahhh Jamba. Cool loveliness.
Once Moldy Voldy had left, Dumbledore cleared his throat once or twice to get everyone's attention. Most people were still laughing, so it took a while before he managed to succeed, but eventually he did.
"Sorry about that, it wasn't planned. Um, thank you to all the students who performed, you were wonderful, and thank you all for coming, but I'm afraid the Pops Concert has finally (after about three chapters worth of it) come to an end. I hope you all enjoyed yourselves, and have a wonderful weekend," he cut through the crowd and headed towards his office. People began filing slowly out of the hall and towards their common rooms, but the Fellowship congregated in the Gryffindor Common room, along with Elizabeth, Jack, Hermione, Harry and Ron.
"Do you know what that was about Harry?" Elizabeth asked for everyone that didn't know about Moldy Voldy and his, erm, history, with Harry.
"Don't you know about Lord Voldemort?" Hermione glared at Harry as he said that, and Ron started getting pale and sweaty.
"Well, he killed my parents, and tried to kill me, but couldn't. His curse rebounded on him, and he was almost killed. Now he's after me again. Stupid, bloody, dark wizards. I'll get you Voldemort, just see if I will!" Ron fainted as Harry said Voldemort again, but no one else cared. "Anyway, he wants to kill me, but I think there might be something else too,"
"If Voldemort gets a hold of Harry, he will have the power to destroy us all!" Gandalf declared forcefully.
"WHAT?" everyone replied in that perfectly synchronized voice that makes you think they're doing it on purpose.
"Well, obviously Harry has far more power than a normal wizard, and if Voldemort harnesses that power, and melds it with his own, well, bad things will happen,"
"What can we do?" Hermione asked. "Obviously we can't just sit around here and wait for Voldemort to attack us when we least expect it. There must be some way we can protect Harry,"
"There is no way. Voldemort is stronger than any of us can imagine," at this Harry snorted, but Gandalf didn't notice. "We must do what Voldemort will never expect. We must destroy Harry," there was a collective gasp from everyone not in the Fellowship, and Pippin.
"Come on Gandalf, just cause that worked once doesn't mean it will give us a good plot this time. I mean, come on, are we going to have to take him to Mount Wannahakalugie and throw him into the fiery chasm from whence he came? Oh that sounded really disgusting. Sorry," Aragorn winced.
"No, that won't work. What we have to do instead is...destroy Voldemort," Harry stated calmly. Ron fainted again, and Hermione looked almost ready to.
"That's actually a good idea," Pippin piped preppily (say that five times fast why don't ya?). "I'm surprised you managed to come up with something credible so fast,"
"HOW do we destroy Voldemort is the question, not do we," Jack added.
"Well, I don't think we can do anything tonight, but I think we should have a plan by Halloween, or at least another idea if we don't have a plan," Hermione suggested.
"Ok," Ron yawned, getting up from the floor where he had landed on Crookshanks. The group dispersed to their various common rooms, except for Elizabeth and Harry, who "weren't really tired yet" yawn. After everyone else was gone they sat for a moment in an uncomfortable silence. Elizabeth sat, admiring the amazing shade of Harry's eyes, his wonderfully mussy hair. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, wondering what she was thinking, and drinking in the sight of here beautiful face.
"WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO AHEAD AND KISS HER?" the narrator demanded, finally sick of all the romantic tension, and wishing there would be a long tonsil-sucking session soon that she could make fun of. Harry glared at the nothingness, wishing he actually did have the nerve to kiss Elizabeth.
"Wait, forget I said that, but do kiss her," the narrator commanded, and they forgot about hearing the voice from nowhere. Slowly, Harry leaned towards Elizabeth and kissed her softly. There followed a long tonsil- sucking session, which the narrator watched gleefully, even popping popcorn and making up inappropriate song lyrics about Harry and Elizabeth. We'll just give them some privacy now. I think they deserve as much as they can get with the nasty narrator lurking around in the corners. You never know when she'll show up.
Meanwhile, in other parts of the castle (aka the Room of Requirement) another couple was having their first kiss, though a tad less passionate, and without the nosy narrator butting in and forcing it upon them. I'm sure Harry and Elizabeth will be hurt for life. Jack and Hermione had left the meeting together, and Hermione had pulled him away from the path to his dorm and towards the Room of Requirement. When the had entered the room it was a small, romantic setting with a few comfortable arm chairs, a couch and a coffee table with a vase of roses. The lighting was dim, and there was quiet music in the background. Jack looked around in astonishment.
"What is this place?" he asked.
"That doesn't matter. What matters is that we're alone, and I can finally ask you what has been bugging me all night. Why did you say that when I finished my song?"
"Well, because, well, I really like you Hermione. Not just as a friend either. Uh, how do I say this?" Jack was starting to turn red. He wasn't used to being sincere, and didn't know how to say what he was feeling. He didn't like the feeling of being unable to express himself and keep in control of the situation.
"I think I know how to say it," Hermione whispered. She leaned forward, and Jack realized she wanted him to kiss her. He panicked for a moment, then realized that here was something he knew how to do. They kissed, not passionately, but sweetly. Suddenly, Jack pulled away.
"I'm sorry, I can't do this," he blurted. "This just won't work!" he got up and hurried out of the room, thinking 'I can't do this. I can't take advantage of someone that young and capable. She doesn't realize what she's doing. She'll come to her senses by tomorrow. It was all just a mistake.' But he knew it wasn't a mistake. That kiss was the most obviously not mistake thing that had happened to him since, well, being born, which was the biggest not mistake in the history of the universe.
Sorry for the shortness, I got a tad of the block. Do you like the romance? If it's too cheesy or angsty just let me know, I think I overdid it a little. I give new fan fictions and chapters to reviewers. Or if you really want, I might hand out a Jamba Juice to a lucky few. Ahhh Jamba. Cool loveliness.
