HARRY POTTER AND THE FINAL WAR
Summary: Harry Potter has returned from Hogwarts and has wasted no time in his search for Voldemort's Horcruxes. Against the wishes of his friends, he goes off alone. Will Harry win the fight against Voldemort?
Rated: M for violence, language, and sex
Disclaimer: Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I don't own Harry Potter,
And neither do you.
Chapter 12: The Barnacle Tree.
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Harry awoke slowly and yawned. He still had his glasses on his face. Harry blinked and saw that his arms were wrapped around someone in front of him as he lay under the covers. He snaked his arms from around their waist and peered over their shoulder. It was Ginny. Harry sighed with ease, and thought that he'd been stupid to think it was someone else. He brushed a bit of hair out of her face and watcher her as she slept. She looked so peaceful, so relaxed. Harry Snuggled up closer to Ginny and watched her intently as her chest moved up and down slowly. Harry noticed she wasn't wearing any clothes. This slightly aroused Harry, until he shot himself down, thinking, Harry! Just because a girl's got her clothes off doesn't mean you're getting any! After another few minutes, Ginny woke up and smiled at Harry.
"Hello, Mr. Potter," Ginny said, smiling. She leaned forward and kissed him gently on the nose.
"Did you sleep well?" Harry asked. Ginny nodded her head.
"Yes. Did you?" Harry grinned and nodded. The chaos from last night hadn't seemed to affect Ginny's sleep at all. Harry wondered how she'd act when she was confronted by her brother. Harry looked over at Ron's bed and saw he wasn't there. He sighed. Harry didn't know what'd be worse than Ron waking up to Harry and Ginny naked in bed, holding each other.
Harry turned back to Ginny and kissed her passionately before getting up to shower and get dressed. Harry emerged from the bathroom, steam leaking out behind him, with a towel wrapped around his waist. He made his way over to his trunk to get dressed as Ginny came up to him and winked at him, grinning. Harry slid his hands around Ginny's waist as he brought her in for a deep kiss. He dipped her back, causing her to leave herself totally under Harry's control. Harry broke the kiss and brought Ginny back up to her feet and smiled at her romantically. He dressed in his school robes as he waited for her to get out of the shower.
After Harry had dressed, and Ginny had dressed, put on her makeup, did her hair, checked herself in the mirror for 10 minutes, and fussed with her eyeliner, the pair made their way down to the Great Hall. As they approached the Gryffindor table, Ginny saw Ron eating with Hermione. Immediately, she walked past them and down to the other end of the table, blushing as red as her hair. Harry sat next to Ginny and watched as she hid her face in her hands.
"Um, Ginny… Why are we sitting down here?" Harry asked. Ginny answered through the hands that were covering her face.
"Nothing. Just eat." Harry raised an eyebrow at Ginny, but figured she was too embarrassed to be near Ron. After all, he had laid on his naked sister last night. Harry looked up at his two friends, and saw Hermione peering down the table at him. Ron was next to her and had his face in his hands, just as Ginny did. Hermione looked at Harry confused. Ron must not have told her what had happened the night before. Harry rolled his eyes and shot her a look as if to say 'I'll tell you later…'
Harry sighed and ate some eggs. After breakfast, he kissed Ginny and told her goodbye. He met up with Ron and Hermione as they exited for their classes.
"Ugh," Ron groaned. "Double Herbology. Why can't we ever seem to get good schedules?"
"Try having photography AND fine arts," said some brown-haired kid behind them. A short girl next to him nodded.
"Try getting scheduled for an SAT course!" she said, flustered. The two walked off, leaving Harry, Ron, and Hermione utterly confused as they made their way out to the greenhouses. As they reached the greenhouses, Professor Sprout stood outside, beaming at the Gryffindor's and Hufflepuff's.
"Welcome, welcome students! I hope you al find this year to be extremely fun and interesting! This year we'll be in Greenhouse 3!" She walked of into the greenhouse and the class followed. As they all took their places at tables, Sprout smiled from the top of the room, and adjusted her pointed hat.
"So! For most of this term, we'll be studying the Barnacle Tree! Can anyone tell me about the Barnacle Tree?" Straight away, Hermione shot her hand up in the air and Professor Sprout called on her.
"The Barnacle Tree is a myth dating back to before the 13th century. It has been publicly denounced and supported ever since. It is said to be like a large tree that has clam-like pods on the ends of its branches. When the pods bloom, they reveal geese hanging by their bills from the trees."
"Very good, Hermione! Ten points to Gryffindor for your brilliant summarization. However, the Barnacle Tree is not a myth." A small murmur of whispered voices grew from the students. "It is in fact, real, and we will be studying them. However, we can't study them here. They grow only by the edge of the sea. I've had to go through a lot of trouble to show you these amazing plants, so please! No messing around."
Sprout walked throughout the greenhouse, handing each student a green straw. She held one herself as she made her way back up to the front.
"What you hold in your hand is a Populous Portkey. It allows people to use a Portkey as a manner of transportation, without al the crowding around to touch the same object. Now, if you'll all grasp your straw firmly in hand, we'll be off." Professor Sprout touched her wand to her own straw, and Harry felt an immediate jerk from behind his navel. He sped through colors and harsh wind until he came to an abrupt stop. He blinked stupidly and watched as other people around him popped in with small flashes of light. Professor Sprout popped in a second later. She scanned her class before continuing.
"Good! So, here we are. We're on the coast of an uninhabited island. If you'll all follow me…" she trailed off, and began walking along the beach toward the water. Harry, at once, saw three large trees standing right by the water, towering over all the other shrubbery on the beach. Each tree was a good 30 feet tall, and had thick branches sprouting out every which way. At the end of each branch was a brown pod, about 3 feet wide and 4 feet tall. As Harry continued to survey the trees, he realized some of the pods were cracked open slightly. It wasn't until he was directly under one tree that he could see a foot protruding from the bloom of the pod.
"As you can see, the trees aren't bloomed yet, though some of the pods have begun to open. Each week, we'll come back to learn about these trees, studying them in depth from their colors to what music makes them the happiest. Now, if you'll all divide up into three groups, we'll take a good look around the trees. Please, no climbing them, as they might kick you off."
Harry, Hermione, and Ron got into a group with Dean, Neville, Seamus, Parvati, Lavender, and a random Hufflepuff boy Harry had never seen before. They all gathered around the center tree.
"Oooooh!" Parvati and Lavender exclaimed, pointing at a pod that looked as if it had bloomed prematurely. Hermione gazed up at the tree, amazed.
"I don't see what's so interesting… It's only a tree with pods, so far." Hermione shushed him.
"Ron, this is amazing! These geese that come off the tree aren't animals, they're classified as fruit! They're not fauna, they are flora," Hermione said, her eyes wide with excitement. Harry shrugged at Ron.
"They look dreadfully stupid, if you ask me," Harry whispered to him. Ron nodded and chuckled under his breath. They continued examining the tree, pointing out things to Professor Sprout each time she came around. When they Portkeyed home, she assigned them all to start a journal of all the things they noticed while examining the tree, and too bring it to class next time.
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Authors' Note:
Sean: Yes, Sean and Nora are aware that this was dreadfully short, but it contained a few funny bits and served as an outlet for Sean's creativity, paired with his weird Google obsession.
Nora: You can read about the Barnacle Tree if you Google it.
REAL Nora: ...Sean's just weird...
AIM Brainstorming Moment of the Chapter:
Sean: hah i was like
Sean: hmm… 'many'…
Sean: starts with P
Sean: need a name, need a name...
Sean: POPULOUS
Sean: and i did it all without a thesaurus to boot... XD
Nora: niccee
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