The Snake and the Stag.
Chapter four:
I do not own Harry Potter. These Characters were created by J. K Rowling.
Oh, Moonbug, thanks for your reviews. I'll try to explain things better and not rush events. And how Alex is like Malfoy, do you mean in the way she acts? Any way. Speaking of Alex. When she was in Dumbledore's office for five years, she was being trained by Dumbledore himself. (I BELIEVE I put that up in a previous chapter…Oh well… any way. Thanks for your advise and I'll try to use it!
"Harry, Harry! GET UP!" Ron yelled. Harry jolted awake and hit his head on the elegantly carved four poster bed that he slept in when he was at Hogwarts.
"OW! Ron, what d'you do that for?" He asked, rubbing his head.
"To get you up." Said the now messy hared red-headed Gryffindor chaser. He tapped his foot impatiently as harry stretched. "Come on, Come on, we'll be late to breakfast!" He said. Harry grinned. His friend had a weak spot for food.
"Fine. I'm coming." Harry began to get dressed as a snake slithered into the room. Harry looked at the poisonous green snake as it slithered up his leg, creating an odd feeling.
"What?" Harry hissed. Ron shivered. It gave him the creeps every time his friend did that. Droid simply flicked his tongue in and out. Harry removed Droid and pulled his shirt on. He was putting his shoes on when some one knocked on the dormitory door.
"Yeah?" Ron called.
"Is it OK to open the door? Hermionies already going down. " Alex's voice floated through the door.
"Yeah." Harry said as he pulled on his robes. Alex walked in and smiled as she saw Droid on Harry's wrist.
"Did I hear someone speak parsletounge?" She asked. Harry nodded.
"Yeah, I found out in my second year…"Harry continued on as they made their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. The story took until they reached their seats and Ron was blushing slightly due to the fact that Alex had hugged him to show how happy she was that Ginny hadn't died. ( She'd hugged Harry too since he'd saved Ginny so both young men were feeling a little embarrassed).
"Finally Harry, I thought you'd never wake up!" Exclaimed Hermionie.
"Ron scared me awake. I still have the bump." Harry said as he rubbed his head. Alex gave a short laugh as she dug into the food. Harry caught himself studying her red flecks light brown eyes and her straight black hair that she always had hiding the left side of her face. HE looked away quickly but not fast enough to have Alex miss his stare.
"What?" She asked.
"Oh, nothing, I just think I've seen you before, I just can't remember where."
"Oh, well then, you keep thinking!" Alex said happily. Harry quirked an eyebrow. Just why had she gotten overly ecstatic out his confusion?
"Hey, Harry, look'it this. they have us scheduled in different classes now. No more divination!" Ron cheered.
" Thank goodness." Alex said closing her eyes in relief. They were all sick of the subject.
"Wonder why it took so long." Harry wondered. Their question was soon answered. After breakfast, Harry, Ron, and Alex split ways with Hermionie and Neville. They went down a passage way to the dungeons and the other two went up the grand staircase.
"What do you think it could be?" Ron asked, running his hand through his hair, a new habit of his.
" Well, it's not potions," Harry said, eliminating the class.
"What does the schedule say?" Alex asked, leaning over Harry's shoulder.
"Just Dungeon 23. That's where Nearly Headless Nick's Deathday party was."
"Dang, It's gonna get cold…" Ron muttered. His hypothesis was wrong.
As the three got lower, the lights got closer together so to create more heat. They also seemed to get a little brighter. Their footsteps mingled with the crackling flames and the ever growing talk from down the hall. They eventually took off their cloaks and Ron loosened his tie, something he usually didn't do until after lunch. Alex's eye began to shine in excitement as they approached the two professors at the dungeon door.
"Devin Wonega? Never met him while I was there." Said one who Harry recognized as Kingsley Shaklebolt.
"Yes, the boy is EXTRAMLY talented." Came the growl that exposed the crippled Madeye Moody who was hidden by Kingsley's large back. "Ahh! Potter, Weasley, And Ri- Hello Alex."
"Hello Madeye." Alex said as Moody pulled her into a tight hug. Harry got a glimpse of hatred in her eyes at the unfinished name. He and Ron exchanged confused glances. One moment ago she'd been overly happy.
"Harry, good to see you." Kingsley said, his dark eyes smiling as well as his face and his dark head reflecting the torch light.
"Come, come, let me see…" Moody said. He spun Harry around and stared at him right in the eyes. Both of them. "OK, in you go. Weasley, You too, Alex, in, in, time to get started…"
"Started with what?" Harry asked as Moody shut the door.
"You career choice." Kingsley said.
"Our…What?"
"Arouror training. We're going against the normal standards." Moody said.