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the queen of literature J.K.Rowling. I am making no profit from this story.
Nicole's Disclaimer: THIS IS NOT MY STORY. It belongs to a friend, I'm just using my screen name to post it.
AN: Hey I'm sorry I take this long but I take a long time to write, I have chapters 3 and 4 done but I want to keep some chapters In reserve so I'm at least two chapters ahead so if I take really long I can post one or something. Also I was sick so it took me a while to finish 4. I promise to leave a notice if I'm going to ditch the story and so be patient if you don't see the notice it means I haven't ditched it. Hope you like this chapter and please review I feel sad because I only have 3. Oh and sorry about my stupid name for the counter curse its Spanish because I couldn't find a Latin translator. If you know any good Latin translators let me know in a review.
Shortstuff
As Harry stepped into the great hall he saw that it was a mainly clear sky with a couple of white fluffy clouds that were tinted pink with the glow of the rising sun. He was the first person in the great hall except for a young Griffendor first year. Harry sat down some way down from him and noticed a pile of timetables in the middle of the table. He searched through the pile and found one with his name on it and took a look at it. First he had Transfiguration then double Defense Against Dark Arts followed by Charms. IN the afternoon he had Potions. Surprising though it may be he had been accepted into Snape's class. Getting up he decided he would be early for Transfiguration because he didn't want to hear whatever Ron had to say last night.
Harry didn't know how long he sat there but the whole time he was thinking about his parents and Sirius.
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Ron woke up with the sun in his eyes. Glancing quickly at Harry's bed to see whether he was asleep or down at breakfast he changed quickly and headed down. As he entered the great hall he saw that Harry wasn't there either. He sat down next to Hermione with a worried look on his face.
"Don't worry Ron he probably had an early breakfast and headed down to his first class," said Hermione in a soothing voice," here is your schedule I think the three of us will have the same classes.
Ron hurried to Transfiguration with Hermione but he found Harry talking to Neville.
"Harry can I talk to you?" asked Ron budding in to the conversation.
"Can't you see I'm talking to Neville I'll talk to you later," Harry replied and turned away. Ron looked at Hermione with a confused look on his face but she merely shrugged. The bell rang to signal the start of class and the class took their seats. Ron and Hermione took their regular seats but Harry sat next to Neville.
"Harry why didn't you take your regular seat?" asked Ron.
"Why didn't you or Hermione write me a single letter over the holidays?" Harry retorted.
"Um...we were busy," Ron replied looking uneasy.
"Busy why are you so busy that you cant write me a letter. I mean how long does a letter take?" Harry asked his eyes blazing in rage.
"Mom had us working like house-elves and she kept borrowing pig because Erol just can't travel far anymore," Ron said looking intimidated. By now the whole class was watching
"What's with all the giggling and secrecy. Are you guys having some sort of affair or something?" harry shouted not caring that everyone was listening intently.
Ron looked shocked but recovered as Hermione nudged under the desks. "We're really sorry harry, we were just laughing about some funny thing that happened at the burrow," Said Hermione sincerely.
He might have believed her but the anger was still pounding though him. "Sure, whatever you say," Harry said in a sarcastic tone, "why don't you just give up the act I can tell your lying.
Ron and Hermione briefly glanced at each other briefly. "Sorry mate, we were going to tell you, but you were talking to Neville. We'll tell you just not here okay," Ron said frantically
"It doesn't matter I would only care if you were my friends but it seems you're not so don't even bother telling me!" harry shouted and turned around and ignored their protests as everyone else stared.
During the rest of class Ron glanced at Harry as Hermione was avidly talking notes on everything McGonagall said about transfiguring humans. Ron was hoping to catch Harry's eye but he seemed determined to not once look at Ron or Hermione. At last Ron gave up and turned his attention towards McGonagall who was now talking about spells that had gone terribly wrong and how to be careful while practicing these dangerous spells.
The bell rang distantly in Ron's ears bringing him out of his thoughts. He got up abruptly determined to talk to harry but felt a firm hand on his shoulder. "I don't he'll listen to you right now Ron try tonight in your dormitory alone," said Hermione's soft voice in his ear. He knew she was right she always was that was something he really liked about her you could always rely on her to know things although sometimes it got annoying. He grabbed his books and followed Hermione out of the classroom.
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Hermione walked into the Defense Against Dark Arts room looking around to see who the teacher was this year and to her great surprise she saw Tonks, a good friend of hers, grinning back at her. Ron bumped into Hermione, who was frozen in the doorway, 'what's wrong?" he asked mild concern in his voice. She merely pointed at the new teacher and he looked up to see Tonks. Slowly both of them took a seat near the front still recovering from the shock of seeing an unexpected friend.
Tonks started class of by knocking over a Dark Arts detector, and the front row flinched as the shards of glass cut through the air around them. Cursing Tonks repaired the device with a wave of her wand She began with a lecture about defensive spells but Hermione knew that most of the class would know these spells from the DA club they had run in secret last year. Instead of paying attention to Tonks she sat there and thought about Harry's weird behavior. She knew it had been wrong of her to not send harry a letter but Ron and her had been so busy over the summer helping Dumbledore and their mother. Ron and her had nearly forgotten about Harry because they usually spent their free time having conversations on the rug by the hearth.
"Hermione," Ron's gentle voice prompted her out of her steam of thought. "Tonks told us to divide into pairs and practice the spells that we already know so that she can get an idea of where we're at.
"Huh," Hermione replied distractedly taking out her wand.
"Dean told Tonks about the DA meeting," Ron said, "what's wrong with you it's not like you not to listen to a teacher."
"I'm not quite sure, I've been thinking about Harry I think he has something on his mind but I don't think it's Sirius. He was different last year but maybe that's because he has had more time to think about it," she said her voice quivering with anxiousness. "Dumbledore probably had a talk with him and that's most likely why he wasn't at the feast. He probably feels lonely and we're his friends but we haven't been the most honest people in the world lately."
Looking up she could tell that Ron felt as guilty as she did about the way they had treated harry. "You're right Hermione, I'll talk to him tonight and apologize and I'll tell him what's been going on. Knowing Harry he wont stay mad if we apologize first."
A whistle rang through the air and the dueling pairs came to a halt Hermione and Ron scrambled to look as though they had been practicing as Tonks went around the room checking for damage. Making sure that they had mastered the simple countering spells she moved on teaching the theory of the more complicated spells meant for more powerful Dark Arts. By the end of class everyone but Harry and Neville had mastered the counter-curse for tiro fuerza. So it was no surprise that they were made to write an essay on the counter-curse for the next day. Hermione could tell that Tonks hated punishing a friend but she could also see that Tonks wanted no trouble from other teachers for not teaching properly.
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The rest of the day passed in a blur for Harry. Charms class wasn't all that bad, charming a doorknob to fetch a letter for him wasn't easy but he was focused on it completely. He poured his concentration into the charm partly because he didn't want Charms homework and partly because he wanted to keep the memories of the nightmares he had had during the summer as far away in his mind as possible. He didn't bother with Lunch because he didn't want Ron and Hermione trying to talk to him, instead he went to the library and checked out his favorite Quiditch book Quiditch Though the Ages. He was right on time for Potions and sat next to Deam and Seamus leaving Neville to sit with his Ex-best friends.
Harry had the worst time in potions; angry as he was Snape didn't help his mood. He came to stand by him as Harry added the final ingredient making sneering comments about his shabby Potion's work. Harry's hand shook out of anger and he accidentally added one to many billywig stings. The potion began to hiss and bubble it filled up the cauldron and began to overflow, unfortunately he didn't realize what was happening and the potion flowed onto his robes soaking in and turning them stiff and metallic. At least he had gotten the potion right he thought bitterly. The rest of the class had backed away towards the corner of the room where the washing basins lay.
The bell rang unexpectedly and everyone packed up their leftover ingredients and walked away carefully along the strip of untouched floor. Harry began to half-heartedly pack his things away as a shadow fell over him. "What do you think you're doing potter?" Snape asked his voice dangerously soft.
"Packing my things up," he tried not really thinking Snape would let him go that easily.
"I don't think so, you made the mess so you're going to clean it up maybe that will teach you to be more careful next time," Snape replied his voice laced with amusement. "Here you will use this cleaner and rag make sure there is not one metallic scrape left by the time you're done or you will pay. He left the room his robes billowing.
Slowly Harry set to work. It was very tiresome the metallic layer was hard to get of and his shirt was stiff because it was slightly soaked with the potion. He was shivering in the cold of the dungeon but he didn't want to get in trouble with Snape. He had no idea how long it took him but he tried to keep his mind blank. He didn't quite succeed because he kept seeing Ginny's dimly lit face in the carriage or her figure as she talked to him in the common room. His stomach squirmed and he felt a little warmer but thinking of Ginny only made him confused. He tried to take his mind of the subject but it was harder to do than trying to scrub the floor of the metallic coating. By the end every muscle in his body was aching and his wrist felt as if it were shattered into a million pieces. And his head was buzzing with confusion towards the feeling he had whenever he thought about Ginny.
Harry dismissed the thought and got up stiffly as pain shot through his legs after crouching for so long. Grabbing his bag he headed out of the classroom making sure to close the door behind him so Snape couldn't yell at him for anything. He headed up the flights of stairs barely keeping his eyes open and stumbling every couple steps. Not noticing anything but the stairs he bumped into a dark figure.
"Who is that?' the figure asked, "whoever you are you better get in bed you know you're not aloud... "Her voice died as harry turned towards her.
It was Ginny. His stomach turned over, "I'm sorry I had to clean up the potions room my potion spilt every where," he murmured looking down.
"Oh that's to sucks, you better get to the common room before someone else catches you," she said her voice was soft and soothing.
Harry turned and kept going without a word, he had never noticed how soft her voice was or how considerate she was, and maybe she still liked him. He noticed that the voice in his head sounded hopeful. Why did it matter she was just a friend who cared besides she was probably over him said a reasonable voice. Somehow this reality saddened him greatly and he wandered up to the fat lady and blankly said the password and stumbled through the portrait hole into the common room.
Two hunched figures sat by the couches near the fire. It was Ron and Hermione but their soft breathing told him that they were asleep. He tiptoed past them and up the stairs. Dumping his bag by the foot of his bed he stiffly changed into his pajamas and got into bed. His head had hardly touched the pillow before he was asleep. - End of chapter 2~ TBC
Nicole's Disclaimer: THIS IS NOT MY STORY. It belongs to a friend, I'm just using my screen name to post it.
AN: Hey I'm sorry I take this long but I take a long time to write, I have chapters 3 and 4 done but I want to keep some chapters In reserve so I'm at least two chapters ahead so if I take really long I can post one or something. Also I was sick so it took me a while to finish 4. I promise to leave a notice if I'm going to ditch the story and so be patient if you don't see the notice it means I haven't ditched it. Hope you like this chapter and please review I feel sad because I only have 3. Oh and sorry about my stupid name for the counter curse its Spanish because I couldn't find a Latin translator. If you know any good Latin translators let me know in a review.
Shortstuff
As Harry stepped into the great hall he saw that it was a mainly clear sky with a couple of white fluffy clouds that were tinted pink with the glow of the rising sun. He was the first person in the great hall except for a young Griffendor first year. Harry sat down some way down from him and noticed a pile of timetables in the middle of the table. He searched through the pile and found one with his name on it and took a look at it. First he had Transfiguration then double Defense Against Dark Arts followed by Charms. IN the afternoon he had Potions. Surprising though it may be he had been accepted into Snape's class. Getting up he decided he would be early for Transfiguration because he didn't want to hear whatever Ron had to say last night.
Harry didn't know how long he sat there but the whole time he was thinking about his parents and Sirius.
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Ron woke up with the sun in his eyes. Glancing quickly at Harry's bed to see whether he was asleep or down at breakfast he changed quickly and headed down. As he entered the great hall he saw that Harry wasn't there either. He sat down next to Hermione with a worried look on his face.
"Don't worry Ron he probably had an early breakfast and headed down to his first class," said Hermione in a soothing voice," here is your schedule I think the three of us will have the same classes.
Ron hurried to Transfiguration with Hermione but he found Harry talking to Neville.
"Harry can I talk to you?" asked Ron budding in to the conversation.
"Can't you see I'm talking to Neville I'll talk to you later," Harry replied and turned away. Ron looked at Hermione with a confused look on his face but she merely shrugged. The bell rang to signal the start of class and the class took their seats. Ron and Hermione took their regular seats but Harry sat next to Neville.
"Harry why didn't you take your regular seat?" asked Ron.
"Why didn't you or Hermione write me a single letter over the holidays?" Harry retorted.
"Um...we were busy," Ron replied looking uneasy.
"Busy why are you so busy that you cant write me a letter. I mean how long does a letter take?" Harry asked his eyes blazing in rage.
"Mom had us working like house-elves and she kept borrowing pig because Erol just can't travel far anymore," Ron said looking intimidated. By now the whole class was watching
"What's with all the giggling and secrecy. Are you guys having some sort of affair or something?" harry shouted not caring that everyone was listening intently.
Ron looked shocked but recovered as Hermione nudged under the desks. "We're really sorry harry, we were just laughing about some funny thing that happened at the burrow," Said Hermione sincerely.
He might have believed her but the anger was still pounding though him. "Sure, whatever you say," Harry said in a sarcastic tone, "why don't you just give up the act I can tell your lying.
Ron and Hermione briefly glanced at each other briefly. "Sorry mate, we were going to tell you, but you were talking to Neville. We'll tell you just not here okay," Ron said frantically
"It doesn't matter I would only care if you were my friends but it seems you're not so don't even bother telling me!" harry shouted and turned around and ignored their protests as everyone else stared.
During the rest of class Ron glanced at Harry as Hermione was avidly talking notes on everything McGonagall said about transfiguring humans. Ron was hoping to catch Harry's eye but he seemed determined to not once look at Ron or Hermione. At last Ron gave up and turned his attention towards McGonagall who was now talking about spells that had gone terribly wrong and how to be careful while practicing these dangerous spells.
The bell rang distantly in Ron's ears bringing him out of his thoughts. He got up abruptly determined to talk to harry but felt a firm hand on his shoulder. "I don't he'll listen to you right now Ron try tonight in your dormitory alone," said Hermione's soft voice in his ear. He knew she was right she always was that was something he really liked about her you could always rely on her to know things although sometimes it got annoying. He grabbed his books and followed Hermione out of the classroom.
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Hermione walked into the Defense Against Dark Arts room looking around to see who the teacher was this year and to her great surprise she saw Tonks, a good friend of hers, grinning back at her. Ron bumped into Hermione, who was frozen in the doorway, 'what's wrong?" he asked mild concern in his voice. She merely pointed at the new teacher and he looked up to see Tonks. Slowly both of them took a seat near the front still recovering from the shock of seeing an unexpected friend.
Tonks started class of by knocking over a Dark Arts detector, and the front row flinched as the shards of glass cut through the air around them. Cursing Tonks repaired the device with a wave of her wand She began with a lecture about defensive spells but Hermione knew that most of the class would know these spells from the DA club they had run in secret last year. Instead of paying attention to Tonks she sat there and thought about Harry's weird behavior. She knew it had been wrong of her to not send harry a letter but Ron and her had been so busy over the summer helping Dumbledore and their mother. Ron and her had nearly forgotten about Harry because they usually spent their free time having conversations on the rug by the hearth.
"Hermione," Ron's gentle voice prompted her out of her steam of thought. "Tonks told us to divide into pairs and practice the spells that we already know so that she can get an idea of where we're at.
"Huh," Hermione replied distractedly taking out her wand.
"Dean told Tonks about the DA meeting," Ron said, "what's wrong with you it's not like you not to listen to a teacher."
"I'm not quite sure, I've been thinking about Harry I think he has something on his mind but I don't think it's Sirius. He was different last year but maybe that's because he has had more time to think about it," she said her voice quivering with anxiousness. "Dumbledore probably had a talk with him and that's most likely why he wasn't at the feast. He probably feels lonely and we're his friends but we haven't been the most honest people in the world lately."
Looking up she could tell that Ron felt as guilty as she did about the way they had treated harry. "You're right Hermione, I'll talk to him tonight and apologize and I'll tell him what's been going on. Knowing Harry he wont stay mad if we apologize first."
A whistle rang through the air and the dueling pairs came to a halt Hermione and Ron scrambled to look as though they had been practicing as Tonks went around the room checking for damage. Making sure that they had mastered the simple countering spells she moved on teaching the theory of the more complicated spells meant for more powerful Dark Arts. By the end of class everyone but Harry and Neville had mastered the counter-curse for tiro fuerza. So it was no surprise that they were made to write an essay on the counter-curse for the next day. Hermione could tell that Tonks hated punishing a friend but she could also see that Tonks wanted no trouble from other teachers for not teaching properly.
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The rest of the day passed in a blur for Harry. Charms class wasn't all that bad, charming a doorknob to fetch a letter for him wasn't easy but he was focused on it completely. He poured his concentration into the charm partly because he didn't want Charms homework and partly because he wanted to keep the memories of the nightmares he had had during the summer as far away in his mind as possible. He didn't bother with Lunch because he didn't want Ron and Hermione trying to talk to him, instead he went to the library and checked out his favorite Quiditch book Quiditch Though the Ages. He was right on time for Potions and sat next to Deam and Seamus leaving Neville to sit with his Ex-best friends.
Harry had the worst time in potions; angry as he was Snape didn't help his mood. He came to stand by him as Harry added the final ingredient making sneering comments about his shabby Potion's work. Harry's hand shook out of anger and he accidentally added one to many billywig stings. The potion began to hiss and bubble it filled up the cauldron and began to overflow, unfortunately he didn't realize what was happening and the potion flowed onto his robes soaking in and turning them stiff and metallic. At least he had gotten the potion right he thought bitterly. The rest of the class had backed away towards the corner of the room where the washing basins lay.
The bell rang unexpectedly and everyone packed up their leftover ingredients and walked away carefully along the strip of untouched floor. Harry began to half-heartedly pack his things away as a shadow fell over him. "What do you think you're doing potter?" Snape asked his voice dangerously soft.
"Packing my things up," he tried not really thinking Snape would let him go that easily.
"I don't think so, you made the mess so you're going to clean it up maybe that will teach you to be more careful next time," Snape replied his voice laced with amusement. "Here you will use this cleaner and rag make sure there is not one metallic scrape left by the time you're done or you will pay. He left the room his robes billowing.
Slowly Harry set to work. It was very tiresome the metallic layer was hard to get of and his shirt was stiff because it was slightly soaked with the potion. He was shivering in the cold of the dungeon but he didn't want to get in trouble with Snape. He had no idea how long it took him but he tried to keep his mind blank. He didn't quite succeed because he kept seeing Ginny's dimly lit face in the carriage or her figure as she talked to him in the common room. His stomach squirmed and he felt a little warmer but thinking of Ginny only made him confused. He tried to take his mind of the subject but it was harder to do than trying to scrub the floor of the metallic coating. By the end every muscle in his body was aching and his wrist felt as if it were shattered into a million pieces. And his head was buzzing with confusion towards the feeling he had whenever he thought about Ginny.
Harry dismissed the thought and got up stiffly as pain shot through his legs after crouching for so long. Grabbing his bag he headed out of the classroom making sure to close the door behind him so Snape couldn't yell at him for anything. He headed up the flights of stairs barely keeping his eyes open and stumbling every couple steps. Not noticing anything but the stairs he bumped into a dark figure.
"Who is that?' the figure asked, "whoever you are you better get in bed you know you're not aloud... "Her voice died as harry turned towards her.
It was Ginny. His stomach turned over, "I'm sorry I had to clean up the potions room my potion spilt every where," he murmured looking down.
"Oh that's to sucks, you better get to the common room before someone else catches you," she said her voice was soft and soothing.
Harry turned and kept going without a word, he had never noticed how soft her voice was or how considerate she was, and maybe she still liked him. He noticed that the voice in his head sounded hopeful. Why did it matter she was just a friend who cared besides she was probably over him said a reasonable voice. Somehow this reality saddened him greatly and he wandered up to the fat lady and blankly said the password and stumbled through the portrait hole into the common room.
Two hunched figures sat by the couches near the fire. It was Ron and Hermione but their soft breathing told him that they were asleep. He tiptoed past them and up the stairs. Dumping his bag by the foot of his bed he stiffly changed into his pajamas and got into bed. His head had hardly touched the pillow before he was asleep. - End of chapter 2~ TBC