Title: Prince of Light
Author: Mysterious Phantom Shyraz
Disclaimer: "HP books-total of $130, Reference books-$100, Internet fee-$50, Enjoyment-priceless. For everything else, there's the law"
Doesn't that sound familiar? I paid only for the books, not the copyright. Anything you don't recognize is probably other ppl's, not mine
A/N: Must thank Milky Etoile for her continual support.
Fourteenth Night-A day in a life of Hogwarts' Students
Ron yawned from his bed as the sunlight poured through the windows. He wouldn't have woken up if it weren't for the annoying shower sounds and shouts in the corridor that the boys were sharing.
"It's like flooding in there!" Came the shout from the newest boy in Gryffindor, "Who was there last?"
Apparently no one answered, or at least no one dared to answer. Thus began the first day back at Howgarts at their new bedrooms.
Down at the girl's end of the tower, things were not quite either. The first thing Hermoine woke up to was a scream.
"KYA Who's used my shampoo?" Hermoine could not make out who it was that said that. Though she does sympathize with the one who will be screamed at later on.
On the other hand, the famous Boy-Who-Lived known as Harry Potter is blissfully unaware of all the happenings in the tower as he headed off in the Hogwarts halls towards a certain professor's room.
SOMEWHERE IN HOGWARTS
Sena was readying himself by the full length mirror, which kept commenting how great he'd look robes rather than the muggle suit he is currently wearing, when there came a knock at the door. He could easily guess who it could be. After all, who would wake up at this ungodly hour to see a professor?
"Sena?" Harry asked quietly on the other side of the door, "you awake yet?" Harry knew this was a stupid question. 'If Sena was asleep, he would not be able to reply me.'
"Master Harry?" Sena said as he opened the door to lead Harry inside. Harry frowned at the use of the word 'Master'. He did not like the status hierarchy.
"How many more times do me and my parents have to tell you to stop it? And don't use that in school too."
"I'm guessing you haven't told you're friends yet." Sena replied as he poured two cups of tea from the teapot by his desk.
"No. Personally, I don't want to."
"You're just delaying that. It's better to…" Sena was about to finish the sentence when Harry cut in.
" 'Its better to tell them earlier than later', yes I know. I had the same discussion last night with Zephyr."
"Good, but I don't think that was the cause of you coming so early in the morning."
"I wanted to ask you several things, some of which I know you won't tell me no matter what." Harry said. He had asked quite a few people back in Ragnarak about those called 'The Ones' but none would tell him.
"So you're here for an early morning chat after all. By the way, Your Majesties were quite upset by the incident in the Exhibition Centre."
"About the fact I broke the promise making everything awkward or the way which I passed the rest of the summer by lying in a coma?"
"Coma, they were both upset and worried that something could have happened to you."
"I'm not next on the throne anyways," Harry muttered in a softer tone in hopes that Sena couldn't catch it. Harry wasn't agitated by that fact either, to tell the truth, he was happy because of that. At least he did not have to worry about ruling a realm.
"You should go to the Great Hall for breakfast. I'm guessing you're friends will be looking for you soon." Sena opened the door and both walked towards the smell of breakfast.
BACK AT THE GRYFFINDOR TOWER
"Where's Harry?" Hermoine asked as she waited by the Tower entrance. She could only see Ron, Zephyr and Akira walking down the staircase but Harry was no where to be seen.
"Dunno," Ron replied with another yawn, "he wasn't there when we knocked on his door."
"He's probably down at breakfast." Ginny said from behind them, then added to the boys "What happened to you two? You look like you've just came from a swim at the lake."
"Someone left the shower on before he left the shared bathroom" Akira's hair was mostly dried though it is always hard to dry long hair without the aid of a blow dryer. "Zephyr had it the worst though, he was the one who opened the bathroom door."
"Next time, remind me to shower first." Zephyr's hair, on the other hand, was practically dripping with water. "I should have remembered to bring in a dryer or something."
"Come on, breakfast is waiting." Ron said as he walked out of the portrait, first the disrupted sleep, then the missing Harry and now the discussion on ways to dry the hair. Honestly couldn't they just use a drying charm?
GREAT HALL
"Onee-chan!" Akira called out as he reached the large doors of the Great Hall. Akari, taking notice of his brother's shout turned towards him only to be held back by a certain blond.
"Not so fast. I still have to pay you back for what you've done yesterday night."
"As if a brat like you can even lay a single spell on me. You're nothing but a papa's boy." Akari said as she swatted Malfoy's hands from her shoulder. Just as she was about to walk away again, Crabbe and Goyle stood in front of her. Once again blocking of any point of exit. "Get out of the way" She said in a quiet tone.
"What's that? Couldn't hear it properly. Oh well." Malfoy didn't pay attention to the murderous gaze Akari is giving out and continue to stand where he is.
"I said get out of the way before you…"
"Malfoy is it?" Akira approached the arguing group. Ron tried to pull him back but with no avail. Hermoine just looked on in horror, she did not know if Akira was brave or stupid to stand up to Malfoy and his cronies. "I suggest you unhand my sister at once."
"Akira what are you doing?" Hermoine called out at the same time as his sister.
"Akira get out of the way." Akari growled menacingly as she edges towards Malfoy.
"But nee-chan…"
"Hn, its not worth my trouble to deal with these hero-worshipping dogs. Let's go Crabbe, Goyle." Malfoy walked away from the group.
"What were you thinking?" Hermoine then continue to scold but Ron interrupted her.
"Whoa! I've never seen anyone scaring Malfoy off so fast!" Ron patted Akari on the back. "I don't care if you're in Slytherine, anyone who is an enemy of Malfoy is my friend."
"Hey, what's up guys?" Harry walked into the conversation accompanied by Sena.
"Oh nothing much. By the way, where did you go?" Ron and the others waited for Harry before entering the Great Hall. Akari and Akira were having a heated conversation at the back of the group. Sena walked over to Zephyr and gave him a weird look.
"What happened to your hair?" Sena questioned.
"Don't ask." He answered as he watched Sena walk over to the Teacher's table.
As the group sat by the Gryffindor table as McGonnagal came around to pass out the timetables.
"Not Potions again!" Ron complained as the Professor walked away.
"Is Potions really bad?" Zephyr asked as he looked at his own timetable.
"Not really bad, it's a torture. Snape loves the Gryffindors to death, literally!" Harry remained silent as Ron gave retold Potions class they had for the past years.
Harry looked back at his own timetable. 'Not too bad, it could have been worst.' he thought to himself. Double Potions in the morning followed by Care of Magical Creatures and History of Magic.
"Come on, we'd better hurry if we are to make it to the dungeons in time." Hermoine indicated not long later. Ron groaned at the thought of more school work.
"Hermoine. There's still enough time for more breakfast."
"No there isn't. Now hurry up and move."
DUNGEONS
"If it were up to me, most of you would not be here for the NEWT level potions." Snape surveyed the room, his eyes stopped on the Gryffindor Golden Trio. "However, it seems that the Ministry all thinks you're able to do well in my class. Let me just remind you all that any tomfoolery is not taken lightly, nor tolerated in this class." The rest of the students sweated. They all know that it would be hard but had never thought it would be this hard.
"You three at the back," Snape barked out at the new transfers seated one table back from Harry, Ron and Hermoine. "I don't care where your at but I will not make exceptions. We'll be making the Potion of the Thirteenth Grave. Now Mr Potter, tell me what does it do."
Harry hesitated, he knew that no matter what his answer is, Snape will find something to say about it. However, a sudden voice from beside him spoke up.
"The Potion of the Thirteenth Grave grants the near dead, those who have just been kissed by a Dementor, and those that are in near critical conditions a chance of living for a certain amount of time. Depending on the dosage that is given, the amount of time that the dead is given to walk on Earth is varied." Ron spoke in a knowing voice. Harry and Hermoine looked at him in surprise. Never have they hear Ron answer a question during Potions, let alone dared to speak up to Snape.
Snape was also surprised at the sudden reply from Ron, whom he classified as slow and dim-witted. "Ten points from Gryffindor for speaking out of line." He said with clarity in his voice.
"What did I do? I just answered the question." Ron murmured in a near whisper that only Harry, who was nearest to him, could hear.
"Hush, you don't want to tempt fate." Harry said in return as they readied the ingredients to the Potions. Using the time, Hermoine went and spoke with the near transfers.
"You need help?" She asked as she handed them a phial filled with brown liquid.
"Nah, we're ok." Akira gathered more herbs from the cupboard. "My sister knows quite a lot about poisons so we should be fine."
"Poison? I don't think they're the same thing though." Hermoine thought further, poisons tend to be more volatile, hard to control and are more harmful but potions are mainly made for the benefit of people.
"Even if it's different, the theory of making it would be the same. Also, I've heard that Zephyr isn't so bad in potion making himself."
"You flatter me." Zephyr replied from behind. Akira glanced upwards, both Hermoine and himself were crouched down by the lowest cupboard looking for the elusive blue leafed Primrose, "You took too long. Your sister was thinking one of the herbs might have eaten you."
"As if a dead plant can hurt me."
Hermoine, who was the first to find the herb, handed the pair a sprig then stood up but was immediately come over by a dizzy spell.
"You ok Hermoine?" Harry asked as he caught Hermoine as she nearly fell. She laughed weakly at her weakness.
"Yea, just fine. You worried?"
Harry stuttered. He had no idea what answer to give for that question.
"Harry? You feeling ok?"
"Um…no. I mean yes, I mean…ah, never mind. Ron asked me to look for some other things, though I suppose you're better at recognising the ingredients than me." Harry handed over a leaf of parchment then left.
'What the hell is wrong with me?' He asked himself as he walked back to the table. Ron was, for once, stirring the cauldron and preparing for the potion.
"Harry mate you ok?" Ron asked as he looked up from the boiling water.
"Yea, just peachy." He replied. "How did you know so much about potions just then?"
"Not sure really. It's as though I've known it all along but did not realize I had the knowledge. You get what I mean?"
"Ah, I know how that feels." Harry thought back to the first few weeks in Ragnarak, the weird feeling of knowing where everything is but don't know why he knows. Though now, he has half an idea of why.
DIVINATION TOWER
Potions passed them by without much of an incident. Apparently Malfoy was tired of trying to make the Gryffindor Trio fail Potions and had not voice a single opinion. Most thought this was unusual.
"Welcome, my children, once again to the art of divination. The first half of the year, we'll be working closely with those in Ancient Runes class as we study runes. The second half will be devoted to I Ching and the reading the heavenly signs. Now, take out the book…" Trelawney droned on whilst Harry and Ron daydream out the window.
"What do you think she'll predict this year?" Ron asked as the rest of the class took the time off, a.k.a. reading the text book.
"My death yet again?" Harry sighed. There's nothing more he loved than to be out of this smoke filled room
"I'm regretting taking this class. Sure, it's easy to get good grades but it's not worth the effort."
"Do we ever make an effort in this class?"
Ron looked thoughtful for a few minutes then replied with a shake of his head. "But we do put a lot of time into predicting our miserable demise. At least we're prepared for the worst you can say."
Harry smirked then returned his gaze at the book as though he is reading.
LUNCH AT GREAT HALL
"Hey!" Zephyr called to Harry and Ron who had just returned from the Gryffindor Tower after dropping off the books. Hermoine was sitting next to him, Akira was opposite of them with Ginny at his side. All were leaning towards the Prophet that was laid out in front of them.
"What's this?" Harry asked. It was most unusual to see an afternoon version of the Prophet.
"Special edition. Seems like there has been an attack on muggles." Ginny replied as she sat back down. "Death and destruction caused by our neighbourhood Dark Lord." She further commented, which left many fellow Gryffindors slack jawed and mouths wide opened, as she poured herself a goblet of pumpkin juice.
"Ginny," Ron looked at his sister with a scared look in his eyes, "you do realise what you've just said didn't you?"
"Who cares?" Seriously, Ginny did not care about it, "It's just a name."
"That's what I've been telling you all the time Ron." Hermoine looked at the standing Ron, "There's no reason to be afraid of a name."
"Easy for you to say." He muttered back. Meanwhile, Harry sat next to Zephyr.
"How was Ancient Runes?"
"Ok, not exactly fun but worthwhile. How was divination?"
"I haven't heard about my death just yet. Though I think it's coming along."
"Always grim as usual?" He commented in a lower and softer tone so not to let the rest hear. "By the way, Sena told me to give you this." He handed Harry an envelop with a wax seal of a leafless tree on then continue to munch through his sandwich. Harry just nodded his thanks and tucked the envelope in his robes hoping to have time to read it later.
"So, what do we have next?" Akira took note of the sudden lack of conversation to ask the group.
"History of Magic." Hermoine answered, where she earned a groan from Ron.
"Remember to bring you pillows." He commented in between bites.
"Pillows?" Both new comers looked lost and confused at the statement.
"A ghost teaches that subject." Harry replied instead seeing as Ron is happily munching on the pastries with Hermoine shaking her head. She reached out for a sandwich in the middle of the table with one hand and grabbed the Prophet with the other. "So it tends to be a little under-stimulated at times."
"That's an understatement." Ron grunted, which earned him an earful from Hermoine about not insulting a professor.
HOGWART'S GROUNDS, BY THE LAKE
History of Magic, like all other previous history class, was only classified as a success when it comes to for the students catching on more sleep. Though the term had only just started, it seems that scheduling HoM after lunch is only a good idea if the professors wanted the students to catch some R&R. Not that the students minded of course.
All too soon came nightfall, the Gryffindors, along with one Slytherine, are currently touring the grounds. None seem to mind that night is beginning to fall but all were enjoying the sudden breeze and the calming effects of the dusky sun.
"We should better be going." Ginny said, who was accompanying them on the walk.
Looking at the sky, the group noticed that it will soon be too dark for them to make out anything if they did not return soon. All nodded in reply as they make their way back. However, they were confronted by a group of people before they can reach the large double doors leading inside Hogwart's castle.
"My my, we meet again don't we?" Malfoy said as he made his appearance with the accompanying Crabbe and Goyle. He directed his gaze towards the only Slytherine in the group, Akari. "You betraying the Slytherine traditions already? But what else would I expect from a lowly witch from an equally lowly country."
"You will do well not to insult my home country Malfoy. I don't care what powers you parents have, if I hear another word, you will regret having been born on this planet." Akari spoke in the most ice chilling voice that even made the others feel as though the temperature just dropped a couple of degrees. The only one who seemed unaffected by this was her brother Akira, who just looked concerned.
"That's low for a Malfoy." Harry commented, seeing as the tension rose too high. As much as he hate Malfoy, he had this bad feeling that something really bad may eventually come to pass if he didn't distract the two from the staring contest.
"What would you care Potter? This is between Slytherines. Stay out of it." Malfoy snapped back. Though instead of using the trademark 'Potty' or 'Scarface', he had choosen to use his last name. 'Strange, I though he had taken a liking into using those names over the last year…' Harry thought to himself.
The staring contest continued to last, with Crabbe and Goyle standing beside Malfoy like a pair of idiots and the accompanying group feeling agitated. Finally, the first who snapped them out was none other than Akira.
"Nee-chan," Akira had resorted to using their mother language, "please stop. You don't want to cause more trouble like last time." This earned a glare from his sister and confused looks from others as they did now know what was said between the pair. Akari just walked off in the direction of the castle followed closely by Akira, who bowed to the rest of the group before running after his sister.
"Humph, I don't care who she is. But that is no way to treat a Malfoy."
"Oh just drop it." Harry was irritated with Malfoy's act. Though Draco did not make any gesture of replying Harry. He stood there looking thoughtful for a minute as the remaining Gryffindors left.
A/N: Sorry for the slow update. Lots been happening, didn't have enough time.
Phantom: Stupid JAVA. Bloody JAVA. Stupid ASP. Bloody ASP. Stupid group project. Crummy professor… continues muttering>>
Hermoine: What's wrong with her?
Shyraz: Nothing much, just stressed out I supposed.
Whole Cast: WHO THE HECK ARE YOU!
Shyraz: Me? I'm the one who wrote this filler chapter. All of us had a major blockage recently. Plus we've been real busy with projects and such.
Hermoine: Only because you never planned.
Ron: Oh put a sock in it Hermoine. No one ever plans months ahead at time. Only you do that.
Harry: >>nods in agreement>>
Shyraz: Nah, I do plan. A few minutes ahead that is. I prefer to do things at the spur of the moment. Else how can I write a chapter full of PoL?
Hermoine: What about all your other fics?
Shyraz: Oh Myst is working on the DC one, WK is on halt whilst I figure out the plot. HP Final Curtain is, I think, the only one that's coming along nicely.
Hermoine: Planning makes perfect you know.
Shyraz: Alright, alright. Jeez.
Harry: >>Peeks at one of the computers>> Hey, what's this?
Phantom & Shyraz: HEY! No peeking! >>Stopped by Ron & Hermoine>>
Ron: Read it out loud >>struggles to hold the two back from the computer>>
Harry: Letsee…Halloween. Christmas. Adventure. Final Battle? What the?
Phantom: >>Freed from Ron's grasp>> I'm trying to finish this before the 6th book comes out. Though I don't think I'll have much luck…Ron, Hermoine, stop pointing your wands at me. I'm not going to turn Harry into a toad, or kill him, you know.
Ron & Hermoine: >>Shrugs>> We're not gonna take the risk. He's the main character. If he's not here there'll be no paycheck for us.
Phantom: Let me reiterate. I'm not gonna kill Harry. Just some other people. I kinda like killing off people…
Harry, Hermoine, Ron & Shyraz: Sadist.
Phantom: What? I need something to pass time.