Hey guyyysss! I'm not actually that ecstatic, I'm just doing this for attention just like those basic people that inhabit the entire universe and beyond.
I hope you enjoyed that extra long chapter as the last update. I had a pretty fun time writing it.
So I was in the passenger's seat of our car and gave the Thumbs up to a person who looked exactly like Abraham Lincoln. I said to my mother, "That's a nice Abraham Lincoln cosplay." She looked at be before her gaze turned to the road and said, "That's one of those Jews who are really strict." I just gave the thumbs up to a guy thinking he was cosplaying as Abraham Lincoln.
I'm off for summer now.
I'M TRYING TO GIVE PEOPLE ACCENTS. It's supposed to be written poorly.
Like Yesterday
Hogwarts grounds
The chilling September first wind blew through Harry's and Ron's cloaks as they opened the large oak door. The moon gleamed a pathway through the damp grass and gave the two soon-to-be second-years light.
The redheaded child held his ear to the door and had his hands pressed up upon it as his black haired friend looked at the back of his head with an intense gaze.
"Is there anybody there?" The boy who lived questioned.
They frankly appeared to be sneaking in the large castle.
The redhead gave a few seconds of silence as an answer to his accomplice before he added pressure on the door. He pushed it open and a small amount of moonlight flooded the inside before he squeezed through the opening, looked around at the animals in cages, and peered at the luggage before he motioned a few hand signals to the other twelve year old.
"What're you doing?" The scarred boy asked, his fluffy, brown eyebrows furrowing.
"It's a hand signal," he replied.
"I know that. I don't know what it means though."
"Who doesn't know what this means?" He exaggerated the hand movement.
"Me! I don't know!" The boy-who-never-learned-hand-signals balled his fists and tightened them at his sides.
"Gosh darn it, Harry!" The redhead muttered loudly. "Get yourself together!"
"How am I supposed to know that, Ron?!" Harry nearly yelled.
"Everybody and their mum knows what the hand signal for 'come here' means!" Ron fervently stated.
"Well I don't!"
"You barely had a childhood, Harry!"
"I know that; you don't have to remind me," Harry scoffed.
Harry puffed out his cheeks before he picked up his rolling luggage case and pulled it behind him as he went through the door. Ron looked at the various animals at his right before he went to grab his own things at the entrance. They didn't notice a peculiar cat named Mrs. Norris peaking around the corner.
"Okay, okay," Ron announced. "It's 9 o'clock now so they're probably still at the Great Hall having dinner. We'll put our stuff here and then sneak in. It'll hopefully work out fine."
Harry blinked. Did Ron just make up a plan? And a relatively good one at that.
Ron picked up his rat cage and pulled it up to his left eye. Ron examined Scabbers and pushed his index finger through one of the holes.
"I'm surprised your owl hasn't eyed my pet like he's a lab of steak yet," Ron remarked.
"There's nothing I can do about that, Ron," Harry snapped.
"You could feed it more…" Ron muttered underneath his breath.
Harry sharpened his eyes and glared at Ron. "You know I can't do that," He stated.
Ron snapped his neck and was about to seethe something at Harry when he was interrupted.
"What're yew two dewing here?!"
Ron and Harry flinched and looked behind them. It was undoubtedly Mr. Filch and his evil sidekick Mrs. Norris.
"Yew missed the train? Didn't yew?" Mr. Filch interrogated.
"The gateway was locked," Harry answered.
"That's because yew didn't come in before eleven."
"We were there before eleven!" Ron yelled in misfortune. "We were!"
Filch spat out saliva onto the ground and glared at them. "Get ova 'ere! Tell tha' to Professer Snape!"
"I-I can't be suspended! Expelled!" Ron breathed.
Harry looked at Ron with pity when Mr. Filch said, just, "Yes, yew can and 'm sure yew won' come teh Hogwarts again."
Those words surrounded Ron's ears and he fell into a very depressed mood. He'd basically destroy the entire family line if he were to be expelled. They'd fire his father at work because he was "Untrustworthy" and they'd have a much harder time placing food on the table. Ron would have to work in a muggle facility because his wand would be snapped and because all wizards would see his horrible résumé of being expelled.
Ron was close to tears when Argus Filch grabbed the both of them by their elbows. "Come on! On with ya, now!"
Argus walked with a horrible limp as they treaded downstairs into the Hogwarts dungeons to Snape's office. It was freezing cold down there. The nights were already becoming quite chilly now that it was September first, they were used to the summer heat.
They traversed the dungeons and soon, the two were pushed into his dim office.
Professor Snape's office in the Dungeons
"Don't yew dare touch a thing," Mr. Filch warned, his cat's eyes gleaming.
He then shut the door, leaving the two alone in the room full of potions, lost hopes, and crusty books.
"I don't want to be expelled," Ron said once more.
"I don't -can't go back to the Dursleys," Harry said. "They'd literally kill me."
They cowered in fear while standing as they waited. Ron was visibly shaking and he took deep breaths to calm himself down. Harry eyed the two chairs opposite of his professor's desk and slowly walked over to the black leather seating.
"We're obviously getting expelled."
"Yes."
Ron joined him a few moments later and sat on Harry's left. Ron's right foot began to tap the ground sporadically. It made an unpleasant noise in the room but Harry said nothing. The din of the sound made his mind go off the topic of his impeding death.
"Snape-san. I simply do not allow you to expel the two of them," a high pitched voice came through the door.
Harry and Ron's eyes opened wide and they stiffened in their seats as the heavy door was opened.
"We'll see what Professor McGonagall says," Snape looked at Lucy's brown eyes before he glared at the two uninvited guests.
Snape walked in his room first and Lucy followed after she shut the door after herself.
"Are you, boys, aware of what you have done?" Professor Snape asked them as he walked to his desk chair.
"Yes-" Harry started but was interrupted by Snape.
"No, you are not aware," Snape seethed as he sat on his chair and banged his fist on his mahogany bureau.
Lucy looked on in the corner of the dimly lit room. Her hands were around her torso and she looked on pleadingly. She simply didn't have enough time to argue with Snape during their trip from the Great Hall to his office. 'We are supposed to protect him, them.' is what she was so close to saying, but didn't have enough time to.
"You walked the grounds by yourself, dangerous. You came into the castle without anyone knowing you were here, dangerous. Sirius Black could have come in and killed us all. You destroyed a Whomping Willow tree which is older than Professor Dumbledore, Professor Dippet as well! YOU ALSO FLEW A CAR OVER LONDON!" Snape listed off.
The two nearly-second-years paled to become a white sheet of paper. They said nothing in defense.
Professor Snape took a few moments to catch his breath before there was a rap on his door.
Severus closed his eyes as he called out, "Come in."
The door opened and Harry and Ron looked at Professor McGonagall.
"Good night, everyone," She started.
They all (except Snape) grumbled a response underneath their breaths before she continued.
"I'll be the one making the decisions about being expelled or not," She declared.
Harry looked back to his Potions professor and saw him with his eyes squinted, looking at the leader of the Gryffindor house.
"Professor McGonagall, you know the offenses," Professor Snape growled. "They were practicing underage wizardry and a whole lot of muggles saw it!"
Harry and Ron could clearly see that their Potions professor was in a bloody bad mood.
"You two are not being expelled today," Professor McGonagall decreed.
Ron's mouth opened considerably as he stared at the Gryffindor in amazement. He stopped his shivering and his foot tapping a long time ago. Harry was in the same state of shock. He frankly couldn't believe it. How had they become free? He had no idea. Harry and Ron looked in Professor McGonagall's green eyes and felt nothing but truth.
While Harry and Ron had been saved, Professor Snape was not. Professor Snape was going to get a tongue lashing from Lucy and everyone knew the unanimous saying, "Don't mess with Lucy." which had been created after the first year at Hogwarts.
"Off you go now, boys," The professor who loved green said.
Harry and Ron took no extra time in that room. They wanted out. They were running up the stairs to the Great Hall before Madam Hooch could say 'Quidditch'.
Boy, they didn't even care if their families were getting Howlers.
Lucy looked at the open door to Snape's office before she turned to her previous students.
"Snape-san. We're supposed to protect him. We're supposed to protect them all!" Lucy was getting a tad bit furious.
"Where is Professor Dumbledore?" Snape asked.
"Don't try and change the subject, Snape-san."
"L-Let's all calm down," McGonagall suggested.
Professor Snape was certainly feared but could only cower in the heavy presence of his past teachers.
Professor Snape chewed on the inside of his cheek distastefully as the awkward silence filled the office.
"It is ultimately my decision as head of Gryffindor house to expel a Gryffindor student," Professor McGonagall breathed as she stood in the room. "If you believe that I won't be sending a few messages to the Dursleys and Weasleys, you'd be wrong."
Snape and Lucy looked at the passive aggressive, strict woman.
"I will deduct quite a few points away from the house cup as well as give them a detention."
The two Heads of their respective houses locked gazes for a moment before Lucy said, "I find it weird how Ginny, Fred, George, and Percy got to Hogwarts on time yet those two did not. They all went to the station at the same time…"
"When Argus went and got me," Professor McGonagall said. "He'd said that they got there before eleven and the gateway was locked."
"Lies," Professor Snape dismissed.
"Well I-" Lucy began.
"Let's just return to the Great Hall and settle this later in a civil manner," McGonagall suggested.
The three looked at one another in silence for a moment before they agreed.
Professor McGonagall went first with Lucy behind and Snape stayed at his desk for a few moments to rub his eyes.
"This year is already a headache," He muttered underneath his breath.
Great Hall
Harry and Ron had made it from the dungeons to the Great Hall in record time. They ran in the center aisle and took their seats near the end of the Gryffindor table. It was very easy to hear a voice calling out, "Looks like Stupid Potter and Poor Weasley were late!"
Hermione glared at Malfoy through Dean Thomas before she nearly yelled in relief and anger at Harry and Ron.
"You, boys, shouldn't have done that!" Hermione raged.
They flinched and the entire Great Hall were cowering in fear.
"You're complete, complete, idiots!" Hermione's face began to redden and her unruly hair bounced as each word came out of her mouth. Hermione kicked both Ron's and Harry's shins underneath the table as she yelled out. She held onto the ledge of the table to keep herself from throwing herself off.
Ron put his index fingers in his ears while Harry hid his face in his hands while Hermione berated them.
"Stop yelling at us, 'mione!" Ron persuaded with pleading eyes. "We were there on time. The barrier wouldn't let us through."
Hermione slapped him from across the table, the cloak's elbow getting smashed a bit in the mashed potato. "You're idiots, I tell you. You could've been expelled. You could've gotten your wands snapped." Hermione's voice cracked a tad bit at the end but no one noticed. They were too focused on the meanings of her words.
Ron's eyes opened as wide as dinner plates. He remembered. Ron started visibly shaking as he slowly moved his right hand into his cloak's pocket. He grasped what was in there before he brought it out for the entire Gryffindor table to see.
"You broke your wand, Ronald?" Hermione said, disbelieving the sight in front of her.
Harry looked on at the two just like all the other Gryffindors. He was almost one hundred percent certain that his red haired friend was dying tonight.
"You bloody, bloody idiot. I am going to murder you," Hermione warned as her eyes slanted.
Ron gulped in fear as his hand holding his wand shook. "Does someone have tape, by any chance?" Ron asked.
Dean Thomas flinched in his seat next to Ron and shamefully took out his Wizarding Tape. Ron grabbed it off the table and wrapped it around his wand multiple times. Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief as she took in the bizarre sight. Ron finally ripped apart the tape using his teeth and sealed it to the wand.
Ron waved his wand in the air a tad bit in a circle. "Does this float your boat, 'mione?" Ron asked as he gave the tape back to Dean with his left hand.
"It's not going to work~," Hermione stated, her voice getting less venom with each word.
Ron flashed a tiny, impossible to see smile on his lips before he grabbed food on the platters in front of him and put his wand back into his pocket.
Minutes later, the tense atmosphere had disappeared and they were now eating their dinner in peace when Hermione started up a new conversation.
"People were already starting to say you'd been expelled when you came in," Hermione stated.
Harry took a moment to process the information before he said, "Too bad for Malfoy then," after he put down his pumpkin juice. He had remembered Malfoy's rude comment during their arrival.
"What's the punishment though?" Hermione asked, her body inclining to the table, intrigued.
"Dunno yet," Ron answered. "She'll probably call us up to her office over the announcements."
Hermione nodded before she went back to nursing her soup.
"Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape were basically fighting in the office," Ron said.
"No way, really?" Hermione asked, her eyes wide with confusion.
"Yeah, she was bein' really controlling and everything. You could basically see the froth of foam coming from Snape's mouth. Hilarious," Ron remarked.
Hermione giggled a little bit, her entire angry demeanor before completely gone.
"Professor Heartfilia was there too. She had this huge, terrifying aura and it was like she controlled the room…" Ron rambled on and on until dinner was over and they were sent to the houses.
When they were back in their common rooms, Harry said to Hermione and Ron, "I really feel like something's out to get me this year."
So, like, ya know those bugs which can see hundreds of colors or whatever? Couldn't you cut off the eye, take out one of a human's eye, attach the nerve ends or whatever and then be able to see those colors? It'd probably kill you cuz, like, it's another species or whatever but it'd be cool.
I'm reading the second HP book atm and I made a few changes. Originally they only got a detention but I'm changing it to house points and detention and they originally never got to the Great Hall for dinner, they stayed and ate in Snape's office (I believe. I'm too lazy to check).
Have a nice day, night, morning, and afternoon or evening.
Bye.
