Hey guys! I know it takes me incredibly long to update, but my holocaust projects due very soon, and I had to cram it all in. I don't know why teachers do all these projects on the holocaust. You seem to do one every three years…one in elementary, in middle, and in high! Oh well.
And I kinda met Laurie Halse Anderson. Author of Fever, 1793 and Speak. Brilliant! She's awesome, but I didn't really meet her. She just came to the school and talked to us about it. You guys should read her books sometime.
Reviewers:
ZWng Dragon:
Harry and Hermione? Hmm…I really still don't know yet. I'm so clueless! I've already written like (counting) 13 chapter and I'm not even sure about the pairing! Sickening.
Nightwing 509:
That's gross though! McGonagall and Harry! She totally ancient! Imagine…aww gross. You gotta be crackin' me! But you're right, it would throw everyone into a twist.
Brighton Baby:
You're joking me! We have totally the same taste in music! That's rockin'! (lol get it? I know, I know…I'm not funny, so I'll stop now). The Killers are AWESOME! I also like My Chemical Romance, and Exit Ten (which is a British band, if you didn't know), but sometimes Exit Ten is just way too metal-ly. It sounds kinda like Metallica, and well…Metallica's just okay. But the White Stripes are cool.
White-angel-snowflake:
I'm soooorrryyyy...I'm slow at typing! I've always been slow (well, not so much slow as lazy, but let's not dwell on that). You are just like my friend. She absolutely adores Maroon 5! My gosh, I can't stand them. But simple plan…rock on sista!
Moirariordan:
I haven't got the My Chemical Romance CD, but I do want it majorly. Helena was freaky, and it freaked me out (especially that girl who popped out of the coffin like a vampire), but that's just their style. And The Killers! Yes! One of my absolute favorite bands. I was listening to Led Zepplin today (my friend recommended me too), but I don't know…the music back then was really different. And I have no clue if it's gonna be Ron/Hermione or Harry/Hermione, but to tell you the truth, I have no idea why a lot of people want Harry to end up with Hermione. It's awkward like that.
Eternal Dragon101:
Lol. It seems girls are just more in touch with their feelings. Writing it out in a story or something helps a lot. Or maybe it's just that guys are too lazy, but whatever. Girls tend to live longer than guys both ways. My screen name? Unique? Sista, those to things don't belong together in a sentence. If you go on search, and type in hazardous, like five results will come up. There are just too many people on fanfic, but that's the way I like it.
LovinLovegood1:
Thanx.
Lolly O'Neill:
Awww (blushes). Thanx! That's so incredibly nice, but I have a twisted sense of humor. And I hope you didn't hurt yourself, falling off your chair like that. Sum 41! Omg! That band makes me go absolutely crazy! Crazy crazy crazy! Love them much!
Haley Potter:
Thank you! And Simple Plan is an awesome band. They gotta keep rockin'.
CrAzYaNdPsYcHo:
Sad? Oh man, I didn't know they were sad! But thanx, that sure made my day!
Emerald-Eclipse:
Are you bloody kidding me? I wouldn't make it Sirius/Harry! I'm sorry, I'm just really not into slashes. I don't have anything against gays and all, but reading about that makes me kinda squirmy…especially things like Harry/James or Harry/Sirius or even Harry/Voldemort and Harry/Remus. And yes, SOMETHING IS HAPPENING!
Kilikapele:
Awww…thanx! Most people say that my topic for this story is too commonly used, so it kinda turns the reader off…but your review really helped.
IcyCrystal:
Yeah, you're right. I probably would fall asleep and you wouldn't want that now, would ya? (only Joking)
Klnolan:
I don't know if I'm gonna make this Harry/Hermione or Harry/Ron yet. I know it's really late to be still unsure about this sorta stuff, but it's REALLY hard deciding! What would you rather have me do?
Shalaren:
…sorry…
Jane-Lily:
Ewww…sorry, I'm not that into slash. And I'm updating! Hermione and Ron do seem to belong together but come on! Where would be the drama in that?
Pleione:
Thank you. That's really nice!'
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of course you can vote for couples! Lol! I didn't think anyone read my reviews, but that's alright!
Rem'sony:
Your screen names are always so unique and different. They make me happy for some reason.
IT'S SICK SEASON! I'm have a bloody stuffy nose and a hacking cough. Ah…to think I survived flu season but not this.
Disclaimer: Bloody hell, I'm not writing another one.
"Reunion? What? Oh, never mind that. You were asleep!" Harry argued. "We didn't want to wake you! Besides, I heard Hermione. It's not like she woke me up!"
Ron rolled his eyes. "I never thought that."
"Yes you did," Harry said. Ron grinned sheepishly.
"You're right, I did," he admitted, laughing. He then became serious, almost foreboding. "What'd you guys talk about?"
"Nothing really. Just what's probably happening in our time," Harry replied. "How our families are doing. How Voldemort's doing."
"Dying in his grave, I hope. I mean, come on! How many times does he have to die to get the point that no one wants him alive?" Ron said exasperated. Harry just laughed at Ron's antics.
But down corridor, in the hospital wing, someone wasn't laughing. He was listening very carefully to their conversation, ears sharpened by the fading werewolf effects.
Remus scrunched his brows in confusion, piecing the pieces together.
Tell me what's wrong with society
When everywhere I look, I see
Young girls dying to be on TV
They won't stop till they've reached their dreams
Diet pills, surgery
Photoshopped pictures in magazines
Telling them how they should be
It doesn't make sense to me
Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on?
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong
I guess things are not how they used to be
There's no more normal families
Parents act like enemies
Making kids feel like it's World War III
No one cares, no one's there
I guess we're all just too damn busy
And money's our first priority
It doesn't make sense to me
Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on?
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong.
"Why are we going to Dumbledore's office again?" Ron looked at Harry and Hermione and they both sighed.
"He called for us," Hermione replied, exasperatedly. "It must've been urgent for us to miss out on class." She looked at the two of them suspiciously. "You guys still haven't told me why both of you skipped out on breakfast all of a sudden."
Harry and Ron exchanged glances uneasily. "Well," Ron started. "I felt sick to my stomach. I had to come see Madam Pomfrey."
Hermione scoffed. "And I suppose Harry just got a mind message that you felt sick and wanted him to help you get to the hospital room? I think not."
"You think wrong," Ron retorted stubbornly. "In fact, you've got to stop thinking so much. It's unhealthy."
"Only to you."
They approached the gargoyle in silence. Harry took out a piece of parchment from his robe pocket and smoothed it out. Dumbledore's loopy handwriting covered it.
Would you bring Mr. Westley and Ms. Granger with you when you come to my office right now? The password it "Licorice Wings". Tell Professor McGonagall that I need to speak to the three of you. She will understand.
Albus DumbledoreHermione cleared her throat. "Do you want to say the password Harry?" Harry grinned sheepishly at her.
"Sure. Um—Licorice Wings," Harry said. They stood back to watch as the gargoyle rotated upwards, revealing a set of winding staircases to the headmaster's quarters. They walked in silence, their robes swishing around.
Professor Dumbledore was waiting for them, his head inclined gravely. In is hand he held a letter; their was no twinkle in his eye.
"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore," Harry greeted. "You wanted to see us." Dumbledore nodded.
"Yes, please have a seat Mr. Porter, Ms. Granger, Mr. Westley." He conjured up a tray of tea. Ron and Hermione both took some, but seeing as what almost happened with Umbridge last year, Harry declined. Dumbledore cleared his throat before starting.
"It has come to my attention that you three are not from Beauxbatons at all."
Hermione yelped quietly and dropped her cup of tea. Ron's hands started shaking. Harry wished they weren't so jumpy. "I do not understand what you are talking about, Professor Dumbledore," Harry said quietly, but firmly. "If you talk to Madam Maxime, I'm sure you'll—"
"Oh, but I did. I am not mistaken on this Mr. Porter. You see, Madam Maxime and I go back quite a long time. You were mistaken to use her as your alibi," he said quietly. "I suggest you tell me where you are from now, or I shall have no choice but to expel you."
Hermione's bottom lip quivered. "Ex—expelled? On no…no! Sir, you can't expel us!"
"Ms. Granger, if you do not wish to be expelled, you should tell me exactly what you are doing here. I will perfectly understand if Voldemort—Mr. Westley?—is after you, but tell me. I can provide means for the protection," Dumbledore said. "If you keep keeping secrets from, I shall have to do things I'd rather not do to keep my students safe."
Hermione's breath got quicker and Ron got paler by the second. "Expelled…expelled," she kept whimpering. Harry's muscle twitched in his jaw.
"Headmaster, we are not keeping anything from you," he said looking into Dumbledore's eyes, praying his Occlumency would work. No such luck. None at all.
"James! We never go out anymore!" Trista whined noisily in James's ear. James ground his teeth in annoyance. Trista was a great girl, she was…it was just days like this that he couldn't stand.
"I'm sorry, but being Quidditch captain is taking up most of my time. You don't want me to lose, do you ?" James buried his head in his hands thinking, Astrology…damn! What was that star again?
Trista pouted her perfect lips. "No, I don't," she said in a normal voice, sighing and smiling at the same time. "It's okay then, we'll go out some other time then, how's that?"
James looked up at her, grinning too. "That'd be great. Wednesday, at nine?"
"See ya then James," she purred, sliding off his lap and flouncing up the girls' staircase. His eyes stayed there for a minute, and then he shook his head, biting his quill. He never noticed someone else was there until the spoke.
"I see you've been keeping busy Potter."
James closed his eyes, knowing who it was before he turned around. "Good evening Evans. Are you eavesdropping on me and Trista?"
"Not eavesdropping, merely looking on with interest. I didn't know you were that interested in her," she said idly, flicking a strand of hair off her shoulder.
"And why not?"
"Considering how you ask me out every other day still—it's hard to really imagine what a guy like you must have to go through." Lily flopped down on the couch, a fair distance away from him.
"Ahh," James sighed dramatically. "Pure hell of course. All the ladies want me, all the men want me too."
Lily snorted quietly and disbelievingly. "You wish." James closed his eyes and fell back onto the couch, crushing Lily, who shrieked. "Get off me Potter!"
James opened one eyes, and closed it again. "You wish," he shot back. "I'm quite comfortable here. I think I'll be going to sleep now." The flipped over on his side, his head in Lily's lap.
"POTTER!" She wriggled underneath him and tried to push him off her lap. "Damn! Your head really is heavier than I thought it would be, which is quite heavy. Egotistical git."
"That's nice, Lily m'dear, but if you don't mind…" he dozed off. Lily looked disgruntled and snorted.
"How can you be going to sleep? It's the middle of the afternoon, and besides, we have a class in thirty minutes!" She looked at her watch. "Well, actually, twenty nine, but really—"
"Does it look like I care? Haven't you ever heard of an afternoon nap? Now shhhh," he yawned. Lily struggled to stand up, ignoring James, who was complaining. "Keep still."
"Would you please get off of me Potter? I have to meet Amos in five minutes," she whined. James immediately stiffened.
"Amos?"
"Yeah, I'm meeting with him down by the lake. He wants to go on a picnic." She twirled her blazing hair hypnotically. "I don't wanna be late." She knew this was killing him because he still liked her. But serves him right. He can't be having a girlfriend and be liking some other girl (namely her). But his disappointed face made her shift guiltily. She noticed that he had given up quite easily this time.
"Well um…" she paused awkwardly. Maybe she shouldn't have brung up Amos.
"Yeah, okay," James tried to make it look as though it wasn't a big deal, and he found that he was getting worse at it every time he tried.
Lily nodded at him. "I'd better be going then." She turned and walked up the girls' staircase, no doubt getting ready for her date. James turned around and flopped right back on the couch, wishing he was anyone but himself.
"What do you mean? Need I question your loyalty again Wormtail?" a voice hissed through the gloomy room. A shaking figure was huddle on his knees, making sure that his head was kept low.
"N-no, m'lord. My loyalty h-has never wavered. I'll keep them apart, m'lord---just give me another chance…to prove myself," the figure said earnestly. Lord Voldemort sneered, his eyes glinting maliciously.
"Very well, Wormtail. I am not unfair; go and keep them apart at all costs so you can—" he paused, looking around the room, sneering, "prove yourself." He gave a high pitched laugh and raised his wand. The man named Wormtail was blown out of the room.
"Mr. Porter, I sense you are not telling me the truth. Unless you do so now, I shall have no choice but to bodily remove you from this school." Dumbledore stood up, his towering figure roaming his office. He paced around the room. "I do not believe you wish anyone harm, however, one innocent could be one guilty. That is too much of a risk to take."
"Professor Dumbledore," Hermione said. "Do you have proof that we are truly not from Beauxbatons? I mean, are you positive?" Dumbledore stopped pacing to look at her from behind his moon spectacles.
"On the matters which I am mistaken, it is never on something like this. Now I ask again, do you wish to tell me?" Dumbledore looked in Hermione's eyes. "Do not be mistaken Ms. Granger. One mistake is much more than what you can risk. Do not make a mistake." He gave them a letter that was on his desk.
Hermione took one look at it and turned pale. "Oh," she said in a small voice. She leaned against Harry for support. Ron glanced at her and then at Harry, grinning weirdly. Harry stood up to look at the letter himself, having a solid excuse not to have Hermione leaning on him. It wasn't that he didn't like it, but…
He focused on the letter in front of him. It was from Madam Maxime to Professor Dumbledore, replying to his last letter. Their cover was blown.
Lily laughed at Amos' antics. He was just too cute to resist. She looked up at him dreamily. He was so handsome, dashing, in fact. A prince in shining armor…
As a child she always dreamed of someone like that, but she never expected to find him until that day, in third year, when he asked her for a quill he could borrow. They became friends and well, now they were going out. The years were just going way to fast.
"And he says to me, 'That's not a hag, that's my girlfriend.'," Amos laughed. He looked at Lily and gave her a shove playfully. "Thinkin' about your handsome boyfriend."
Lily grinned back at him. "Oh yes, that Sirius Black is mighty somethin'." Amos looked indignant. "Just joking."
"You better be," he grinned. "James Potter is so much finer."
Lily shrieked even though she knew he was joking. "Save me! Save me! The guy of my dreams is gay! Ahhhh!" She swayed her arm and pretended to collapse in his arms. "Oh! My prince in shining armor. Come to save your princess?"
"Ah, but of course!" He kissed her. "My my, is it me or are you gaining weight?"
"What!" Lily slapped his arm. This guy sure knows how to ruin a moment…
"I was only kidding," Amos protested, rubbing his arm. "Even if you were the fattest person on Earth, I would still love hanging out with you." Ouch, that hurt, Lily thought. I would still love hanging out with you? It's always bad when a guy says 'I love hanging out with you' when they're trying to avoid 'I love you'.
This put Lily in a bad mood for the rest of the day.
Is everybody going crazy?
Is everybody going crazy?
Tell me what's wrong with society
When everywhere I look I see
Rich guys driving big SUVs
When kids are starving in the streets
No one cares
No one likes to share
I guess life's unfair
Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on?
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something, something is wrong
Is everybody going crazy?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on?
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong
-Simple Plan, Crazy
Sorry! I know, that was really short, but sorry. I have a lot a lot of projects! Many many!
Two books I wanna recommend to you:
Zodiac P.I.
Night
Both wonderful books. I think you'll like them. Also try:
A Chinese Cinderella
It's so sad!
Can anyone tell me what is up with Paula Abdul lately? All this gossip about her is driving me nuts! Oh! And who's your favorite on American Idol?
I don't really watch it that much, so I don't have a favorite. But feel free to cast your opinions. Oh! And read the top! About Laurie Halse Anderson!