Sorry it takes so long to update. I actually had the chapter but something deleted it because it had a virus or something. That so sucked.
My reviewers:
CHARMEDSISTERS-
Are you nuts?? Draco Malfoy was so much uglier in the third movie because of his hairstyle. He really needs to get a new one or something. But he looks a lot older and yeah, other than the hair, he's okay. Hermione is really really pretty. She's not like gorgeous or anything, but she has some sort of charm about her…
Eclipse-
So very sorry about the cliffy, but if I didn't have any, how would my story be exciting??
Jing19920311-Okay sista, enough with the threats. Here's the next chappie coming right up! And I am very very sorry about the delay but I had a very good reason. Look up. And besides, finals are here anyways….study study study!!!
White-angel-snowflake-Thanks so much. You are so nice! But I'm sure you have some really good ideas. Anything would be great. Such a writer's block I have never had.
Lexa:
I know! Right? I can't believe they killed Sirius, but I'm positive that he's gonna come back somehow. I mean, they can't just leave him like that. Besides, they didn't really kill him, more like….stunned him into an eternally lasting void behind the veil…yea, that's it.
Lunatic Pandora1-Where do you get all these quotes from? They're so deep and 'soulful' haha. Harry and Hermione are natuals? But that's so mean to Ron. I mean come on, think about it, Harry has the looks, the fame, the glory, the power, and Ron has nothing. Harry can't take the girl Ron likes too or that'll be just bad ya know? Well, tell me what you think and maybe I'll do something with the story to make you and some of the other people happy…
Tinks-Remus is the most Sirius) (sorry, couldn't resist!!!) Yeah, it's most reasonable that Remus finds out first. I can't believe that no one wanted Dumbledore to find out first as he is old, the headmaster, and very wise. But maybe. I was thinking that Dumbledore should find out first but since everyone says that Remus should, okay. I will. Whatever ya'll want.
LovinLovegood1-I can't type any faster!!!! I'm not a slow typer or anything. But I'm sure we're all busy with tests and finals. Ohohoh!! I just got re-interested w/ again. It's fun there. But I haven't been there in like two years, until this Saturday that is
Moirariordan-
What?! Of course I've updated! I've updated now too! I'm sooooo amazing ) JKJKJKJK. Any pointers on Sirius? I dunno what he's really supposed to be like. I mean, I just guessed, but in the fifth book, he seems…I dunno…meaner?
Jessica-OMG!!! You think Gred and Forge are hot too?? I think Oliver Wood is cute but I really didn't expect him like that. He has the weirdest accent in the movie… Fred and George? I really don't know what to say. They're really funny though.
Thank you veryyyyyyyyyyyyy much. I luved reading your reviews. They made my life a whole lot brighter!
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"So come on! Open it mate," Ron said eagerly, fingering the package. Harry shrugged.
Hermione shook her head. "No Ron! You don't know who it's from."
"Well how can he if he hasn't opened the package?"
Hermione sighed with exasperation. "No Ron! It'll be too late if he opens it and it really is from Voldemort –Ron grow up- and we won't be able to do anything about it then! Right Harry?"
Harry carefully avoided her eyes.
"Honestly, what is up with you two today?" Hermione put her hands on her hips and frowned. "Harry…" She reached out to touch him but he pulled away.
"Sorry Hermione, I'm just-kindof…yeah," Harry mumbled. He stood up. "I'll see you two in class."
Hermione furrowed her brow as she turned toward Ron. "What is up with him today?"
"I dunno 'Mione, but why don't you stop worrying about him and eat your breakfast? He can take care of himself." Ron stuffed his mouth with scrambled eggs and held the plate in Hermione's face.
Hermione hesitated. "Alright, I suppose. I just hope nothing's really wrong. I mean, this has to be kind of a shock for him and all."
"Hey, you two they new exchange students?"
Ron and Hermione whirled around.
"Yeah, what's it to you?" Ron asked.
Sirius held up his hands in a surrendering motion.
"Geez, don't need to get all defensive and all. Can't a bloke just welcome his fellow Gryffindors?" He pouted.
Ron's ears turned a flaming red. "Sorry, habit."
Sirius sat across from them. "So where are you guys from? What school I mean."
"Oh. We come from Beauxbatons," Hermione stated.
Sirius grinned charmingly at her. "Funny, as you don't have a French accent."
"We were born in England. And what is this, twenty questions?" Hermione said.
Black shrugged. "Nah, just curious. Didn't you way therewere three exchange students Remus?"
He turned to the person sitting next to him.
Remus looked at Ron and Hermione. "Yeah, there is. The last one looks a lot like James. Freaky really. So where is he?"
Ron gulped down some orange juice. "We dunno. He just goes off sometimes to be alone. Besides, where's that James guy you were talking about?"
"Jamsie? Oh, he's at the Quidditch field. Bluddy obsessed with Quidditch. But then again, who isn't?" Sirius grinned. Then he turned to Hermione. "So what was your name again?"
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Harry stepped outside and sat on the bleachers of the Quidditch field. It was really cold and he hadn't brought a jacket.
"Hey, aren't you one of the new exchange students?"
Harry knew who it was without turning around. "Yeah, I just came out here to get some fresh air."
"Ah…I know what you mean. Sometimes you just wanna get away from all the hustle," James said conversationally. The wind blew his hair so it looked even more tousled than usual.
Harry didn't respond. He had this weird feeling that couldn't be put into words. After all, he was speaking to his dead father whom he had never really known.
"So, ya like Quidditch?" James indicated his shouldered Comet. Harry grinned. He had forgotten how much better the brooms were in his time.
"Of course! I used to be on the Quidditch team on my old school," Harry said.
James was quick to respond. "And where was that?"
"Beauxbatons," Harry said almost defiantly. James laughed.
"Well, Hogwarts teams aren't sissy. In fact, it can't get downright nasty at times. Especially when you're playing with those fuckin' Slytherins. You'd better keep away from them. They give a bad name to wizards all over the world," James spat on the ground.
"Oh, I know," Harry said.
James looked weirdly at him. "Oh? And how would you have known?"
Harry thought swiftly. "You can just tell by looking at them. Nasty leers, gross smirks, dirty minds, very noticeable…even when you're new."
"Observant Porter. Seems I underestimated you."
Harry scoffed. "Many people do."
James grinned. "So, are ya gonna fly or are ya gonna sit there and watch me have a great time?"
Harry looked skeptically at James. "But I don't have a broom." He decided not to mention anything about a Firebolt that he owned.
"No problem-o. Follow me. I come here all the time with Sirius cuz' he doesn't have a broom either. Damn good fortune, but no sense to by a broom. The idiot," James commented as he led Harry toward an old shack.
When they got to a doorway, James showed Harry an old silver key. "Nicked it from Madam Hooch-that's the Quidditch referee-just the other day. It's really useful when you need to borrow some brooms. The first years use these to practice on, but hey, it's the best I can do."
Harry grimaced remembering the way the unsteadiness of these brooms were compared to his Firebolt, but he nodded all the same.
"Come on," James yelled to Harry and they sped off across the Quidditch field. James's broom was faster than the one Harry was on, but oh gosh. Harry wanted to show James his Firebolt real bad.
They flew for about ten minutes, and then James suddenly stopped. Harry parked beside him. "What's up?"
James pointed down at the field. Red hair glinted in the sunlight, on the benches. Harry could see the figure of a girl studying there. Mum…
"So—" Harry blinked. James was gone. He looked down and saw James flying beside an irate Lily, his hand unconsciously in his hair. Harry shook his head. That idiot…
James knew perfectly well that Lily didn't like it when he ruffled his hair, but he couldn't help it. It was just like a habit that he unconsciously did. Most other girls would fall flat on their faces when James rubbed his head, but somehow, Lily didn't seem to fall for that.
"Potter, go away. I came out here for some peace and quiet, but instead I find you and your twin. Gosh! Can't you just leave me alone for one second?" Lily sighed, rubbing her temples.
James grinned impishly. "But of course not Evans. Where would be the fun in that? Besides, a smart person like you coming out to the Quidditch field to find some peace and quiet? Come on Evans, I'm not falling for that."
"Well you better learn to, because there's no other explanation." Lily had said that quite blandly.
James pouted. "Aww…Evans, you're no fun."
"Like you're any fun either. Oh, look. Here comes your twin. Wonder if he's just as obnoxious," Lily said sarcastically.
James frowned at the last comment, but he didn't really have much time to dwell on it.
"So who're you?" Lily asked plainly.
Harry looked confused. Why was she being so blunt? "I'm Harry Porter," he said, just as blunt. His muscles tensed considerably. Both of his parents were here, right beside him…
"Geez Evans, no need to be so rude. Looks like being prefect gave you a big head," James teased.
Lily reddened and Harry and James flinched, backing away.
"JAMES POTTER! You are the big egotistical brat, not me! You are the one with the head so big that it wouldn't fit between a door! I was prefect last year and I am being perfectly polite considering how many rules you have broken!!" Lily shouted.
So redheads really do have a big temper, Harry thought. But of course. Ginny.
James looked outraged. "What? Here I am trying to be civil and here you are trying to start a fight! Since when is that being an egotistical big-headed jerk?!"
Harry decided to intervene. "Um…James. I think we should just listen to what Lil—I mean— what she has to say." James and Lily gaped at him. "Red head tempers can go on very long, if you know what I mean," he added in a whisper to James. James nodded in understanding.
"Oh hell yeah! This isn't even the worst either. You should see her when I prank her—that's when things get really scary," James whispered back. "Gosh she looks so hot like that!"
"Hello? I'm right here!" Lily said.
James turned to look at her. "Oh why yes you are Evans. So where's Diggory?"
"Amos is at the library studying unlike some people," Lily said through clenched teeth.
"Amos Diggory?" Harry asked.
James looked bored. "Lily's boyfriend. What a nerd—"
"HEY!!" Lily interrupted.
"—well he is—gosh, he's just so perfect and charming. If he were so smart, he wouldn't need to spend all that time studying for his future," James said bitterly. "Besides, it's not like he could beat me in any classes."
"You arrogant prat! Of course he could. He just doesn't believe in competing for grades. But he knows the stuff," Lily argued.
James rolled his eyes and winked at Harry. "Whatever you say, Evans dear. Whatever you say."
"Speaking of boyfriends and girlfriends, how's Trissa these days? Have her busts gotten any larger?" Lily coughed something that sounded like 'artificial'.
James opened his mouth to retort, but then shook his head and he flew furiously across the Quidditch field. Lily turned around to look at Harry. Confused.
"What's up with him?" Lily asked.
Harry shrugged. "I think he likes you."
Lily groaned. "Oh no! Not you too." She packed up her books. "Well, I'm gonna go somewhere more private if you don't mind. It was nice talking to you." She stalked off. (Author's note: Yeah, I know. What a bitch! But don't worry. She's just afraid Harry's like James, that's all.)
"Whoa! Was that some kind of show or what?" Ron said in a strangled voice.
Harry whirled around on his broom. "Hey. What're you doing here?"
Hermione stepped into view. "Well, you ran off, and we got worried. So we decided to look for you."
"Yeah, that and your godfather was scaring us," Ron added.
Harry glared. "Shhhh, Ron! Here he's not my godfather and Lily and James aren't my parents! Get that straight."
"Fine fine, sorry," Ron said reproachfully. "So was that your mum?"
"Who else could it be?" Harry leapt off his broom to put it away.
"Your mom sure is a looker—ouch!" Ron rubbed his foot.
"Ron! That's disgusting! It's Harry's mum we're talking about, not some random girl from our time!" Hermione said fiercely.
"So? I bet you think Sirius or Harry's father is a looker too," Ron said.
"I do not!" cried Hermione indignantly, although her cheeks did turn a bit pink. Ron snorted.
"That's very convincing."
"Shut up you two! There's a very big problem here," Harry said.
"And what's that?" Hermione asked.
"My mum and dad hate each other. Oh! And can you believe my mum's dating Amos Diggory?"
"No way!" Ron yelped. "Cedric Diggory's father?! That prick?!"
"Ron! You don't even know him! He doesn't have to be a prick—not that your father isn't better Harry," Hermione hastily added, seeing Harry's look.
"Oh whatever; you're just hoping he'll be as handsome as Diggory was," Ron said.
"Ex-cuze me?" Hermione shrieked. "I do not! Forget this! I'm leaving! This conversation is through!" She stormed off furiously.
"Why do I have a feeling of déjà vu?" Harry asked exasperatedly.
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Hey! Sorry, I know this isn't too long considering the time I haven't updated but D,
It's the best I can do!
So anyways, I was wondering:
Which is the prettiest flower (guys don't have to answer this):
Water Lily )
Carnation
White Rose
Red Rose
Tulips
Petunias (
Nightingale
THERE IS A POINT TO THIS!! I PROMISE!!!
I'll try to update a little sooner. Sorry again!
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