Yo! Welcome back to Like Yesterday, an almost forgotten about story.
I literally have no excuse as to why I haven't been updating other than school starting and getting used to the new schedule and all that other bizz. I PROMISE that I will start updating again, Fall sports are all done with and I don't have anything to do during the winter so... MORE UPDATES.
I actually forgot what happened in my own story… I'll reread it.
THIS HAPPENS BEFORE DETENTION AND BEFORE THE SAGITTARIUS PART.
Like Yesterday (During Winter Break)
It had been days since Harry first entered the mysterious, vanishing room. He came there every night, alone. He always brought a new white candle, always had on his invisibility cloak, and always wore his blue striped pajamas.
This night was one of the special ones, Harry usually had no visitors nor encounters in the halls but this night, there were two people waiting for him.
The first, more striking, figure had bright pink hair, a dark, red high necked coat, black pants, and canine teeth, glistening in the moonlight. His reptilian eyes immediately shot straight into Harry's soul and when the figure blinked, Harry felt more terrified.
The second, less dominant, figure was glowing, almost equal to the man next to him. The older man wore a silver blue cloak, had silver hair and beard, and half-moon glasses.
Harry, underneath the cloak, knew he couldn't run nor hide. He was found out. He slowly closed the door behind him and took off his cloak.
"HAHAHA! See I got'em!" Natsu exclaimed. "Ne, Ne, Old man gimme my reward!"
As Natsu's methodical laughter continued in the once quiet room, Harry stood awkwardly, waiting for Headmaster Dumbledore to address the situation.
"P-Professor Dragneel get a hold of yourself," The old man said to his once teacher, trying to calm him down.
Natsu for some reason didn't calm down, leaving Albus no choice but to use the Anime-chop attack to turn Natsu's soul form unconscious. His ghost-like apparition quickly fell to the ground and Natsu started to drool.
"I'm so sorry about that," Dumbledore said, acting as if nothing was wrong. "I'm fairly certain that you know about his situation that he can't sleep?"
Harry nodded, yes.
"Well, because he is conscious for hours on end, he sometimes needs a break. This happens only once in awhile, usually Severus is here to help."
Harry's mind exploded into thoughts, 'Why is he around Severus? He's caused me, Hermione, and Ron nothing but misfortune.'
Natsu's snores abruptly stopped and his ghost-like figure stood up feverishly. "Why'd ya do that! Ya need to get me my reward also!" Natsu glared at the Headmaster.
"What do you mean reward?" Harry asked.
"Oh, I asked-" Albus said.
"OIII! I WAS ASKING YOU SOMETHING!" Natsu yelled, "LEMME FINISH!" Natsu's gaze showed fire while lightning was flashing in between their eyes.
The Headmaster quickly grabbed his wand out of his pocket, pointed it at Natsu and shifted it to the door. Natsu was flying in the air, trying to control his motion sickness but when the door opened, he miraculously held on.
"Just gimme my reward!" Natsu yelled.
Headmaster replied, "A few years back, you destroyed a 1,000,000 million Galleon vase."
Natsu's form turned paper white and he couldn't hold onto the door any longer, as he was flying to the other side of the corridor, he yelled, "I'm blasting off againnnnnnn!"
That was the last time Harry went into the room, because the mirror inside which showed him his parents was to be moved the following day.
FLASHBACK END
Great hall, Breakfast time
Everyone's voices were muffled together in the Great Hall. Rumors spread about the dark cloaked figure and the unicorn from the night before. Some of the rumors were that Snape was the dark cloaked figure and that he was just trying to scare students who do bad things while others were that there was a student who died in the forest and he stayed there in the afterlife.
Harry and his friend circle had many questions after last night. They kept bouncing ideas off of each other the entire breakfast until Harry's lightning shaped scar on the right side of his forehead started to hurt.
"Tch…" Harry let out.
Hermione, the bushy haired girl, and the fiery haired Ron immediately woke up and questioned him.
"Harry, is something bothering you?" Hermione asked.
"I-It's my scar… it's been burning since last night," Harry replied.
"You shoulda said so earlier, mate," Ronald said, "Do you need to go to the infirmary wing?"
"I can bear with it."
The mop haired boy tried to keep up his part of the conversation but he kept pressure on his wound the entire breakfast. Natsu, however, had a very fun breakfast because of the gossip. He listened to the students' conversations and laughed in his mind about Snape being the Vampire in the children's stories. He hadn't heard something so hilarious in a while.
What Natsu didn't notice was that he'd been holding in his laughter the entire time. He bursted out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer. He imagined a chibi Professor Snape drinking the blood of a My Little Pony. After thirty seconds of laughing, Natsu's faded face was now red, a drastic difference than his normal pale, faded complexion. During his laughing, the older students just passed it off that Happy or Lucy just said a funny joke to him and continued with their meal while the younger ones thought that something very weird was going on in the school.
When Natsu was done, he looked to the side and saw his fluffy, blue best friend poking him on his faded cheek.
"Is something wrong, Natsu?" Happy asked.
Natsu replied, "No." but adorned red flush marks on his cheeks. He was going to draw out his imagined picture and give it to Snape. He giggled a bit more and Lucy now looked at him weirdly.
"There is definitely something wrong with him," Lucy whispered to Happy.
Natsu, out of the corner of his eye, saw them whisper and with his super hearing he also heard it. He didn't want to spoil their fun, so he pretended not to notice.
Freetime, Outside
The trio met up again after their fifth period classes. They wore their long, black cloaks, dark grey sweaters, and scarves outside because it was still pretty cold outside. It was also very windy so their scarves were flapping behind them in the wind.
They had generally always gone to Hagrid's house during their breaks to go and chat with him... but this time, they did it subconsciously. They still couldn't find out how all these strange happenings at Hogwarts were connected, and were just walking outside with no definite direction, chatting, they ended up at Hagrid's stone villa. Kickstarting the plot once more.
The large man with the curly beard was sitting on a stout stone wall by his house and was using one of the recorders you never use again after fifth grade. He was actually quite skilled with it, making use of the Harry Potter theme song and placing the music in the background.
Harry had this thought in his head the entire time, not a thought, more like a question.
"Don't you guys think that it was weird that Hagrid always wanted a dragon and someone in Diagon Alley just happened to have one right there with him?" Harry asked.
Hermione's mouth opened into an 'O' position.
Ron somehow caught on and when Harry and Hermione began sprinting to Hagrid, he ran too.
"Hagrid," Hermione started. "What did the seller of the dragon look like?"
Hagrid gained a confused look on his face for a moment. He didn't know what brought this on.
"He jus' wor' a black cloak. Nuthin' much to talk about," Hagrid replied.
Harry put a checklist in his mind. Appearance (X).
"Was the seller interested in the animals you own?" Harry questioned.
"Yea' of course 'e would," Hagrid answered. "I told 'em I had a three headed dog, Fluffy, which ya know about and I said nothin' woul' be 'arder than takin' care of 'im."
"Did you say anything else about Fluffy?" Hermione asked once more.
"Yea', I told 'im that if ya play a bit of music he'll fall right teh sleep," Hagrid replied.
The three first-years had their eyes bulge out of their sockets. Hagrid soon did the same.
"I… shouldn've told ya that…"
Ronald decided to say, "So, we're basically screwed now, right?"
Hermione replied, "Yes."
Harry's mind worked wonders in these five seconds. He said to them, "We have to go warn Headmaster Dumbledore!"
Hermione shook her head and began running back to the school, with Ron following her. Harry stayed for a moment, saying, "Thanks, Hagrid."
"N-Not a problem."
School
The three first-years were now running through the corridors, on their way to Professor McGonagall's Classroom, hoping to find the teacher there. Their footsteps disturbed the animals in cages around the sides of the classroom, making them screech and squawk. The green-clad professor looked up from her piece of parchment, alarmed at the outrage of the birds.
She questioned them, "What're you three doing here on your break?"
They all bend down, placing their hands to their knees, and breathed heavily.
"What's wrong? Why'd you run here?"
Hermione recovered the quickest. "P-Professor McGonagall, t-there is someone trying to steal the Sorcerer's stone."
"T-The Sorcerer's Stone… how do you know about that?"
"Things happened," Harry supplied.
"Who would tell you about those things?-"
"PLEASE," Hermione intervened. "Professor, where is Headmaster Dumbledore?"
"Headmaster Dumbledore?" the green cloaked wizard said, "He is out having lunch with the Minister of Magic, he needs to keep up appearances."
All of the hope in the three first-years' hearts deflated. They quickly thought of another highly influential figure in Hogwarts. Professor Dragneel, the ghost who was there during the founding of Hogwarts.
"W-What about Professor Dragneel?" Ron questioned.
"He's gone also."
They all mentally screamed.
Professor McGonagall immediately noticed something was up. They wouldn't react like this if it were a prank that the Sorcerer's stone was going to be stolen.
"It'll be okay, I'm here, Professor Heartfillia is here, and Professor Snape is here. We're all capable wizards," She reminded them.
The last name haunted them. In their minds, Snape was the one going to steal the item, and she was thinking that he wouldn't steal the stone, but help protect it?
"You really shouldn't worry. Just go back to your break, maybe go back to your dormitories, and relax."
They couldn't pursue more about the topic because she was giving them a cold, hard glare. They decided to call it quits and they headed back to the Gryffindor Common room.
Hogwarts' Corridors
The little gang were speed walking through the dark, stone corridors, saying their thoughts.
"We can all agree that the black, cloaked figure was Snape… Correct?" Harry said.
"Who else wears a black cloak and acts like a vampire?" Ron replied.
"It is definitely Snape. But what are we supposed to do about it, he-" Hermione stated.
As if one cue. Once the three first-years turned the corner, they were face to face with Professor Snape. He looked down upon his students and he wore his black cloak like usual, but he did seem a bit more fidgety than normal.
"What're you three doing here?" His voice was still grim and demanding as usual though.
"We-uh… we…" Hermione started.
"I find it very suspicious for you three to be here wandering the corridors here on a nice early spring day like today…" Snape said. "I bet that others will also find it to be suspicious…"
"O-okay, Professor," They all stuttered at once.
Professor Snape quickly passed them, leaving the three first-years frozen in their places. When turning the other corner, Snape whisked his cloak around, like a cape.
Midnight
At around midnight, Hermione woke up by a magical alarm she set up. She quickly changed into clothing other than her pajamas and she took a candle downstairs to the Boy's dormitories. She slowly and quietly creaped her way across the circular floor and she rose Harry awake. When Harry woke up, he saw a terrifying shadow monster. The light from the candle perfectly hit Hermione's face, making her eye sockets black, also giving her the appearance of having no eyes.
Harry's torso shot out of bed, almost making his head hit Hermione's in the process, as she inclined her head towards Harry to wake him up.
"Hermione!" Harry whisper-screamed.
"Sorry!" She said.
Harry's hand went to grab his circular glasses on his nightstand next to his bed while Hermione quietly made her way to Ron's four poster bed.
Harry shifted his legs off of his bed and he turned his head to Hermione. When he saw her just about to poke him in the face, he immediately thought, 'NO!'
"Hermione! NO!" Harry whisper-screamed. "He kicks!"
Hermione had already poked him on the forehead just before Harry's comment and she was kicked on her knee. She stumbled backwards and her face grew flaming red. She would'a gone all Erza on Ron's ass, but Ron luckily awoke in time.
"... Huh?" Ronald mumbled.
"I am going to kill you!" Hermione whisper-yelled.
"Hermione, stop!" Harry said while restraining her arms behind her back.
"Oh my god," Ron said, "I-I'm so sorry, Hermione. I didn't mean to."
Harry unrestrained Hermione and grabbed the candle which she had put onto Ron's bedside table and he grabbed his invisibility cloak. Harry led with Hermione and Ron behind. They went down the stairs to the Gryffindor Common Room without making any noise. They thought that they were home free until they heard a *Ribbit*.
"Trevor? Is something there?" A nasally voice asked.
From behind a spinning black, leather business chair, a very villainous Neville Longbottom appeared. He had his ankles crossed, his fingertips touching the opposite one, while making an Illuminati triangle, and the worst and most terrifying villain attribute, the blue and light blue striped pajamas.
'Oh the horror,' thought Ron.
For even Ron had better taste.
"I knew it!' Neville stated. "I knew this would happen. You guys would go out again and lose Gryffindor more points."
"W-wait Neville," Harry tried to persuade Neville, "We won't get caught this time. Promise."
"You've been caught three, four times already. I may be an idiot, but I know when I should give up."
"Neville," Hermione started. "Do you know how important what we're doing right now is?"
"No, and frankly I don't care. I don't want to be bullied by those Slytherins even more by being the last in the House Cup. We're 200 or something like that behind 1st place, all because of you three."
Hermione looked at the clock above the fireplace in the Common Room. 'Oh shoot, we have to go!'
"Neville, I'm really sorry but we have to go."
Hermione took out her wand from her left pocket and she flicked it a special way. She said, "Petrificus totalus!" while doing so.
Neville turned from the feet up into a blue popsicle, he fell over onto his back and stayed there, unable to move. As Harry, Hermione, and Ron walked over Neville, they all said "I'm sorry."
IT'S DONE! I FEEL SO ACHIEVED! I really got back into writing while doing this and it really drained 3 hours out of my life but whatever! I made the 600 word flashback to winter break a few months ago, and because I neglected fanfic, I don't remember what happened in my own story, it took me 1 and a half hours just to get to chapter 7… do I read slow? Or is it just that long? But oh well.
I really got confused a few times while writing this, I was just like, "Oh, didn't I already make this conversation?" and stuff like that. But basically my life is exactly like "Oh, didn't I already do this?" I get so much deja vu that it is not funny.
Have a nice day, night, morning, afternoon, weekend.
Bye.
