Chapter 2

A/N: Thanks for the reviews…and yes, I know my spelling is horrible. I'll work on that best I can. Any ways, here's chapter 2.

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Harry got to the Transfiguration room seconds before the bell rang. Dropping heavily into the seat to the right of Ron, he let out a sigh. Ron turned towards him and opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off as professor McGonagall came striding into the room. Ron let out a disgruntled snort and turned back to the front. Harry let out another sigh, relieved that he would not have to answer any questions about what had happened.

'Why am I making such a big deal out of this?' Harry thought to himself. 'I's not like I'm hiding anything.' Harry kept having these thoughts all through Professor McGonagall's speech on the importance of O.W.L's. It's not like he was missing anything important, he had already heard the same lecture from Binns and Flitwick.

By the time the professor had finished her 15 minute speech, Harry had completely zoned. Therefore, he did not nitice what was going on aroud him until he received a painfull jab in the side from Hermione. He looked at her in confusion, and she pointed to a white mouse that was sitting on his desk.

"Eh? What's the mouse for?" asked Harry, looking around for an answer. Hermione just roled her eyes before giving him a reply.

"We're supposed to be practicing vanashing spells, but if you had been paying attention instead of daydreaming, you would know that." Harry gave her a dirty look, thinking something along the lines of, 'yes, your highness. As if I don't have enough people bitching at me for something.' Rather than voicing this, he setteled for shrugging and turning away.

Harry looked down at the mouse that was sitting on his desk, starring at him. "This is going to be a LONG day" murmered Harry.

"what was that?"

"Nothing! Nothing!" 'she heard that?' Harry sighed….again.

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It was indeed a long day. By the end of Trasfiguration, he had only managed to vanish the head of his mouse. Then again, he wasn't that far behind the rest of the class. Only Hermione had been able to vanish her entire mouse, earning Gryffindor 10 house points, yet at the same time causing everyone else to have double the homework.

Harry was so busy thinking about the mountain of homework he had to finish after his detention that he didn't notice the person standing 10 feet away from him with their back turned. For the second time that day, he was on the floor rubbing his bottom. Letting out a groan, Harry sat up and started messaging his temples, trying to diminish the headache he could feel coming.

"owww….my ass." He moaned, hoping nothing was broken. A girl's laugh ringing in his ears caused him to look up. "ugh…not again.."

Angelina Johnson was standing in front of him, dressed in full Quidditch attire.

"I know what you mean, this is getting tiring." She said with a grin on her face. She reached out a hand to help him up. Harry looked at the offered hand, then turned away blushing. "C'mon, Harry. It's just a hand." She laughed again. Harry looked up at her.

"you're not going to yell at me again are you?" he asked, looking at her and wondering if this was a joke. Angelina just smile and grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet.

"No. I think you've gotten enough of that for today," she said. After helping him up, they just stood thee starring at each other.

'she has…nice hands…' Harry thought. 'wait did I just think that!' Harry blushed, realizing that his thought pattern was heading in the entirely wrong direction.

"well, umm….I have to go to Umbridge's room…detention…you know…." Harry trailed off.

"Yeah, and I have to find a new keeper." She said. "Too bad you can't be there." 'I think that should be enough of a hint' she thought, an evil little smile creeping up on her face.

Harry glarred at her, then bowed his head and blushed again.

"yeah, well…I have to go. See ya, Angelina….." Harry walked past her and proceeded on to "the toad's" room. 'What the fuck is wrong with me?'

'What the fuck is wrong with him?'

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After entering the room and uttering a quiet "hello," Harry took his seat at the desk that had parchment and "the quill". Professor Umbridge looked at him, then gave him one of the creepiest smiles he had ever seen.

"you know what to do" she said. Harry nodded and took the quill, preparing himself for what was to come.

Setting the quill down on the parchment, Harry proceeded to write, "I must not tell lies," causing the cut on the back of his hand to re-open. Never-the-less, he kept on writting, determined not to give Umbridge the satisfaction of knowing she had gotten to him.

As 5 o'clock drew nearer, Harry worked on moving himself ever so slightly in his seat, trying to get a good view of the Quidditch field. When he was in place, he listened carefully to what was happening in the room. As soon as he thought he could chance it, he sparred a glance out the window, just in time to see 7 figures rise into the air.

Harry continued writing, glancing out the window whenever he thought he could risk it. Finally, when he looked out the window for the final time, he noticed it was pitch black. Professor Umbridge looked up from her desk and gave her creepy smile.

"Let's take a look now, shall we?" She walked over to him and held out her hand. Harry gave her the hand that was now oozing blood, and she took it. Just as her fingers touched the cut, Harry felt a searing pain on his forhead. He suddenly pulled his hand away and gave Umbridge a wary look. She smiled and said, "yes, it does hurt, doesn't it?" Harry just continued to stare.

"well, I think I've made my point. The message seems to have sunk in enough at any rate. You may leave now Mr. Potter."

Harry stood up and left the room.

'He can't have been here…..can he?'

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Harry entered the common room, fully intending to go right up to his bed and sleep. Alas, it was not ment to be. As soon as Harry climed through the hole leading into the common room, Ron was right up in his face. He was so extatic, he was nearly shouting.

"I made it, I made it! I'm the new keeper!"

Harry offered Ron a smile. He'd have to ask Angelina how it went.

"That's great Ron. Really." Ron then went off, bouncing all around the common room, greatly amusing everyone present. Harry walked over to the couch where Angelina was laying down, watching Ron imitate Colin Creevy on a suger high.

"Hey"

"heya, Harry"

There was a few minutes of silence as they watched Ron run around. Angelina took a sip on the drink that her goblet contained.

"He's not fabulous…but I think with a little training, he'll be alright." Angelina's sudden statement brought Harry out of his mind, and into the real world. "I'm just banking on him turning out to have more talent than he showed tonight." Harry turned to look at her. She continued talking. "there were a few that flew better than him, but they had to be cut. Any ways…we're having a practice session at 2 tomarrow, make sure you're there this time…." Harry bowed his head in shame and was about to open his mouth to apologize again when Angelina said one last thing. "…..oh, and help Ron out," she looked over at him. "He needs it." At with that, she got up and walked off toward the girls dorm. Harry's gaze followed her until she was up the steps.

Giving ANOTHER sigh, he made his exit, heading to the boys dorm and falling face first on his bed.

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A/N: well, I've hinted that Harry feels a little different around Angelina. Not that he knows it. I'm trying to work on my spelling, but it's not going to great. I was hoping to make this chapter longer, but by the time I got to the falling asleep part, I couldn't see myself doing anymore. Oh, and don't tell me that it's way different than the book, cause I know that. I'm going to have to change lots of stuff to make it work. Anyways, I'll get started on the next chapter as soon as I can. Later all.