A/N: Sorry for the delay! With rehearsals, shows, final exams, the book
coming out, vacation....I've been swamped!
On another note, as for the death in book 5, I am completely upset! So I started the SSSSG: Seriously Sad Sirius Support Group! Go to the link (it's in my profile) to join. And, just to let you know, I will not be killing Padfoot of in my stories. I think.
Thanks to LoonyLoopyLisa: All rules are meant to be broken (if there are rules like that anyway); jul; Queen of Redwall; David M. Potter; potter- man; and Jeanne!
5 points each to jeff and Alex for spotting the Buffy reference last chapter! And don't worry, Alex, there is no danger of that happening.
CH10: I Think We've Created A Monster
~The corrugation broke into cheers once more and Harry went to sit next to Hermione and Ron.
"Everything alright, Harry?" Hermione asked him.
"Yeah, it's fine," Harry replied as he looked over his happy friends. "I'll make sure everything turns out fine."~
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Wednesday, September 10th, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry started with a bang.
Literally.
"FRED! GEORGE! I SWEAR I WILL HURT YOU FOR THAT ONE!"
Harry Potter, who 5 minutes before had been pleasantly dreaming of flying, was bounding down the stairs, ready to pound his best friend's brothers in to a bloody pulp.
Why? That's very simple. Because 1 minute after Harry was sleeping, he was being jolted awake by a dozen fireworks going off around his bed. And when he managed to extricate himself from a tangle of bed sheets, he saw that his hair had turned green over night. Bright Green. Or 'as green as a fresh pickled toad' to quote the Twins in their note. It also said it was Harry's own fault because he gave them the money.
Let's just say, Harry was not a happy camper.
He reached the bottom of the stairs to find the whole house had awaken from the noise and Fred and George were laying on a couch, convulsed in laughter. They weren't the only ones when everyone saw Harry's hair.
Harry was seething, but, before he launched into a verbal tirade, he got a better idea. "Guys," he asked calmly. "What did you do to my hair?"
"Just a small charm, Harry," Fred responded.
"Yeah," George added. "It'll be gone by tomorrow. Maybe."
Harry sighed dramatically. "Oh well."
George looked confused. "That's it?"
"What do you mean."
"Aren't you going to at least shout a bit more?" asked Fred.
"What's done is done," Harry said. "But you shouldn't have 'done' that."
"Why?" The Twins' grins were faltering a bit.
"'Cause now I'll have to retaliate."
"Oh," said George.
"You've got to learn a lesson, right?" Harry leaned in close to them and smile mischievously. "Never prank the son of a Marauder."
That caught their attention. "You're Dad was a Marauder?"
Harry nodded. "Prongs."
"But, the pranking gene skipped a generation in your case, right?" George asked nervously. "I mean, you aren't playing tricks on people most of the time."
"That's just because I haven't had the time. But, I think I'll clear a spot in my schedule for this."
"Come on, Harry. We're old friends," said Fred.
Harry ignored him. "Maybe I'll ask Moony and Padfoot for some ideas."
"You're bringing in them?"
"Can't deny them all the fun this brings." Harry gave them a wave. "Have a good day!" And he went back upstairs to try and fix his hair. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~
Harry walked into the library after classes that day. He managed to get by with only a few comments about how his hair 'looked like fungus' from Malfoy, so it wasn't all bad.
When he dropped his books on a table in the corner, Harry was immediately called over by Fiona.
"Hey, Harry. How are you?"
Harry chatted with the young girl about the beginning of her school time there. And he felt bad. He had been neglecting to look after her like he had promised Amy - he could only vaguely remember congratulating her when she was sorted into Hufflepuff. He vowed to spend more time with her. And write a letter to Amy soon.
"Fiona?" Harry asked. She looked up. "I may need you're help with something." He relayed what had happened that morning and the two immediately began plotting.
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That night, at dinner.....
"Hey, Ron!," Fred called out from down the table. "Could you pass the humbugs down here?"
"Yeah, I want some, too," added George. Ron handed an untouched (the Twins were the only two brave enough to eat them, even in Gryffindor) bowl to his brothers, who indulged greedily. Harry smirked into his plate.
"Could I have the salt, Fred?" George asked. His brother handed over the shaker.......
........but promptly discovered that it was stuck to his hand.
"Hey let go!" George said.
"I can't!" said Fred. "Girls, could you give us a hand?" Angelina and Katie, who were sitting next to the Twins, got up and started tugging on the boys' arms to no avail.
It was Angelina who discovered their newest problem.
"What the - ? I'm stuck!" And so she was. Both girls were now in the same predicament as the salt shakers.
A few of the teachers and some students (the ones who managed to contain their laughter) joined into the fray, all become attached to the Twins as well. It was quite an amusing sight to see Snape with his foot stuck to the small of George's back.
"I don't understand how - " Fred began before a look of understanding crossed his face. "Harry!" The human-lump all looked at him.
"Yes?" Harry asked calmly, but with a glint in his eyes no one had seen before.
"What? Huh? Why?" George babbled.
"How do we get out of this?" Fred finished.
"What makes you think I had anything to do with this?" Harry stood up. "I got to go, still haven't figured a way to get my hair back to normal. 'Night." And he left the hall.
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Harry was heading up towards the Gryffindor tower when he heard someone call him. Turning around, he was promptly hailed by Remus (a big black dog at his heels) and pulled into an empty classroom.
Sirius transformed and patted his godson on the back. "Brilliant, Harry! Marauder-worthy even!"
"Now, as I'm a teacher," Remus said, trying to look stern. "I should be scolding you for this." But then he added grinning, "But, if you don't mention this to anyone, 5 points to Gryffindor for your excellent spell work."
Sirius was ecstatic, almost bouncing around the room. "This is great, a new student to wreak havoc, a whole school to corrupt. You'll need a nickname!"
"I don't have an Animagus form," Harry pointed out, laughing at his godfather's antics.
"So? I'll just have to dig up a name from the deep intelligence that is Sirius Black," he said, with an air of importance. Remus snorted.
"Watch, you'll end up being something like 'Fido'." Sirius glared at him and began pacing around the room, muttering to himself.
After about the tenth time he stopped, and started saying Harry's name out loud to him self and mutilating it. "Harry James David Albus William Godric Gryffindor Stanton Renault Taylor Evans Potter. Harry James Potter. Harry Potter. Ha-Ha-Po. Hatter. The Mad Hatter. Ry-ter. Raptor. Rytor. Rider. RIDER! That's it!"
"Rider?" Harry asked dubiously.
"Well, you do ride broomsticks," Remus pointed out.
"Yup, and you can't get out of it, now," said Sirius gleefully.
Harry sighed. "Sometimes you scare me, Sirius." He looked at his watch. "I've got to go, have some Arithmacy homework to do."
"See you later, Harry," Sirius waved.
"Hold on a moment." Remus stopped him at the door. "Congratulations." At Harry's questioning look, Remus elaborated. "The Professors are all talking about how much you've improved in their classes this year. Even Snape. Any explanation behind your sudden learning increase?"
Harry look Remus straight in the eye and the teacher was surprised by the determination he saw there. "I'm not going without a fight. I need to learn everything I can first. I won't run from him anymore."
Remus gave an understanding nod.
On another note, as for the death in book 5, I am completely upset! So I started the SSSSG: Seriously Sad Sirius Support Group! Go to the link (it's in my profile) to join. And, just to let you know, I will not be killing Padfoot of in my stories. I think.
Thanks to LoonyLoopyLisa: All rules are meant to be broken (if there are rules like that anyway); jul; Queen of Redwall; David M. Potter; potter- man; and Jeanne!
5 points each to jeff and Alex for spotting the Buffy reference last chapter! And don't worry, Alex, there is no danger of that happening.
CH10: I Think We've Created A Monster
~The corrugation broke into cheers once more and Harry went to sit next to Hermione and Ron.
"Everything alright, Harry?" Hermione asked him.
"Yeah, it's fine," Harry replied as he looked over his happy friends. "I'll make sure everything turns out fine."~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wednesday, September 10th, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry started with a bang.
Literally.
"FRED! GEORGE! I SWEAR I WILL HURT YOU FOR THAT ONE!"
Harry Potter, who 5 minutes before had been pleasantly dreaming of flying, was bounding down the stairs, ready to pound his best friend's brothers in to a bloody pulp.
Why? That's very simple. Because 1 minute after Harry was sleeping, he was being jolted awake by a dozen fireworks going off around his bed. And when he managed to extricate himself from a tangle of bed sheets, he saw that his hair had turned green over night. Bright Green. Or 'as green as a fresh pickled toad' to quote the Twins in their note. It also said it was Harry's own fault because he gave them the money.
Let's just say, Harry was not a happy camper.
He reached the bottom of the stairs to find the whole house had awaken from the noise and Fred and George were laying on a couch, convulsed in laughter. They weren't the only ones when everyone saw Harry's hair.
Harry was seething, but, before he launched into a verbal tirade, he got a better idea. "Guys," he asked calmly. "What did you do to my hair?"
"Just a small charm, Harry," Fred responded.
"Yeah," George added. "It'll be gone by tomorrow. Maybe."
Harry sighed dramatically. "Oh well."
George looked confused. "That's it?"
"What do you mean."
"Aren't you going to at least shout a bit more?" asked Fred.
"What's done is done," Harry said. "But you shouldn't have 'done' that."
"Why?" The Twins' grins were faltering a bit.
"'Cause now I'll have to retaliate."
"Oh," said George.
"You've got to learn a lesson, right?" Harry leaned in close to them and smile mischievously. "Never prank the son of a Marauder."
That caught their attention. "You're Dad was a Marauder?"
Harry nodded. "Prongs."
"But, the pranking gene skipped a generation in your case, right?" George asked nervously. "I mean, you aren't playing tricks on people most of the time."
"That's just because I haven't had the time. But, I think I'll clear a spot in my schedule for this."
"Come on, Harry. We're old friends," said Fred.
Harry ignored him. "Maybe I'll ask Moony and Padfoot for some ideas."
"You're bringing in them?"
"Can't deny them all the fun this brings." Harry gave them a wave. "Have a good day!" And he went back upstairs to try and fix his hair. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~
Harry walked into the library after classes that day. He managed to get by with only a few comments about how his hair 'looked like fungus' from Malfoy, so it wasn't all bad.
When he dropped his books on a table in the corner, Harry was immediately called over by Fiona.
"Hey, Harry. How are you?"
Harry chatted with the young girl about the beginning of her school time there. And he felt bad. He had been neglecting to look after her like he had promised Amy - he could only vaguely remember congratulating her when she was sorted into Hufflepuff. He vowed to spend more time with her. And write a letter to Amy soon.
"Fiona?" Harry asked. She looked up. "I may need you're help with something." He relayed what had happened that morning and the two immediately began plotting.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That night, at dinner.....
"Hey, Ron!," Fred called out from down the table. "Could you pass the humbugs down here?"
"Yeah, I want some, too," added George. Ron handed an untouched (the Twins were the only two brave enough to eat them, even in Gryffindor) bowl to his brothers, who indulged greedily. Harry smirked into his plate.
"Could I have the salt, Fred?" George asked. His brother handed over the shaker.......
........but promptly discovered that it was stuck to his hand.
"Hey let go!" George said.
"I can't!" said Fred. "Girls, could you give us a hand?" Angelina and Katie, who were sitting next to the Twins, got up and started tugging on the boys' arms to no avail.
It was Angelina who discovered their newest problem.
"What the - ? I'm stuck!" And so she was. Both girls were now in the same predicament as the salt shakers.
A few of the teachers and some students (the ones who managed to contain their laughter) joined into the fray, all become attached to the Twins as well. It was quite an amusing sight to see Snape with his foot stuck to the small of George's back.
"I don't understand how - " Fred began before a look of understanding crossed his face. "Harry!" The human-lump all looked at him.
"Yes?" Harry asked calmly, but with a glint in his eyes no one had seen before.
"What? Huh? Why?" George babbled.
"How do we get out of this?" Fred finished.
"What makes you think I had anything to do with this?" Harry stood up. "I got to go, still haven't figured a way to get my hair back to normal. 'Night." And he left the hall.
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Harry was heading up towards the Gryffindor tower when he heard someone call him. Turning around, he was promptly hailed by Remus (a big black dog at his heels) and pulled into an empty classroom.
Sirius transformed and patted his godson on the back. "Brilliant, Harry! Marauder-worthy even!"
"Now, as I'm a teacher," Remus said, trying to look stern. "I should be scolding you for this." But then he added grinning, "But, if you don't mention this to anyone, 5 points to Gryffindor for your excellent spell work."
Sirius was ecstatic, almost bouncing around the room. "This is great, a new student to wreak havoc, a whole school to corrupt. You'll need a nickname!"
"I don't have an Animagus form," Harry pointed out, laughing at his godfather's antics.
"So? I'll just have to dig up a name from the deep intelligence that is Sirius Black," he said, with an air of importance. Remus snorted.
"Watch, you'll end up being something like 'Fido'." Sirius glared at him and began pacing around the room, muttering to himself.
After about the tenth time he stopped, and started saying Harry's name out loud to him self and mutilating it. "Harry James David Albus William Godric Gryffindor Stanton Renault Taylor Evans Potter. Harry James Potter. Harry Potter. Ha-Ha-Po. Hatter. The Mad Hatter. Ry-ter. Raptor. Rytor. Rider. RIDER! That's it!"
"Rider?" Harry asked dubiously.
"Well, you do ride broomsticks," Remus pointed out.
"Yup, and you can't get out of it, now," said Sirius gleefully.
Harry sighed. "Sometimes you scare me, Sirius." He looked at his watch. "I've got to go, have some Arithmacy homework to do."
"See you later, Harry," Sirius waved.
"Hold on a moment." Remus stopped him at the door. "Congratulations." At Harry's questioning look, Remus elaborated. "The Professors are all talking about how much you've improved in their classes this year. Even Snape. Any explanation behind your sudden learning increase?"
Harry look Remus straight in the eye and the teacher was surprised by the determination he saw there. "I'm not going without a fight. I need to learn everything I can first. I won't run from him anymore."
Remus gave an understanding nod.
