Hope Springs Eternal Chapter 3
I'm sooooo sorry. I know I promised weekly or biweekly but let's just say I was under a lot of strain because of some… family problems. Any ways… thank you to Purebloodprince for the amazing reviews and to the rest of my reviewers!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter the Series… but I own my storyline!
'hi' – thought
"hi" – spoken
Hi - spell
5 min later - time break.
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"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"NO!"
"Plea—"
"FINE" Screamed Madame Pomfrey, "But if you fall victim to some random fit, don't expect me to come running to help you!"
"Oh thank you so much, Madame Pomfrey" And with a quick hug to the shell-shocked medic, he dashed out the door to his lovely freedom.
"Oh dear… poor boy doesn't even realize that he's not wearing anything but his boxers…"
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"I'm free! Oh yeah…" Harry skipped along the hallways before…. Thud!" "Ow…"
"Oh hey Blaise! How are… you?" Harry studied Blaise in concern. She was drooling slightly and her eyes were open wide staring at… his bare chest!
'Bloody hell! Where's my shirt? And my pants! And my shoes! Oh Merlin… don't tell me a forgot them… Wonder what made Blaise stare at my chest though?' Ah our poor clueless Harry…
20 Minutes Later…
Madame Pomfrey could barely suppress a chuckle. Young Harry had come, just 15 minutes ago, carrying a nearly comatose Blaise Zabini, who seemed to be trying to become one with Harry's chest…
"She's going to be alright, right?" asked a now fully clothed Harry.
"Actually she is fine…" said Blaise while striding out of a private room.
"So Blaise, why did you faint? I mean you were just… standing there, with a
rather freaky vacant look in your eyes…"
"Uh… well… you see…" Blaise began to stutter, thinking furiously to try and make an excuse.
"Blaise!" 'Oh yes… I'm saved…and my savior is… Mum! And Dad!" was all she could think before she was swept up in a hug.
Tears gathered in Harry's eyes, 'Merlin I wish some one would hug me like that… worry about me that much…' he quickly scrubbed at his eyes so that the tears wouldn't fall. 'Guess I need to go… they need their privacy…' Heaving a quiet sigh, Harry prepared to sneak out of the room.
Mr. Zabini, first name Richard, saw the boy who saved his daughter about to leave the room…
"And where do you think you're going?" demanded Richard, grasping Harry on his arm.
"Eh… I was leaving so you could have some privacy with your daughter, sir." Harry said rather meekly so that he wouldn't insult one of the most influential purebloods around, even though they were generally neutral in most wizarding conflicts.
"Well I don't think so! I want to know more about the young man who saved my daughter, and exactly what he had in mind when he saved my girl!"
'Slytherin to the last, huh…' Harry thought amusedly. A small grin slipped through his respectful mask.
"And what, pray tell, do you find so amusing, Mr. Potter?"
"Nothing!" Harry exclaimed. "Nothing at all sir…" he said a little more calmly. "As for your… question… my name is Harry James Potter, and as for more about me… you'll get more accurate information from other people… not reporters though." Harry said after some time in thought.
"And as for what I had in mind when I saved her… it was to save an innocent." Harry said, eyes blazing. The blazing eyes slowly lost their look to be replaced by one of sorrow and bitterness. He laughed bitterly.
"One of my friends happen to say I have a 'saving-people thing'." Harry snorted "It's more like 'getting-people-in-danger thing'."
The Zabini family looked upon a young man who was never allowed to be a boy…
"Harry…"
He quickly schooled his face into a more pleasant one. "Yes…"
Richard scrutinized his face, before looking him up and down. "You have my permission."
"Permission to what, sir?"
"To date my daughter of course!" And with that Mr. Zabini swept out the door, leaving a gaping Harry, a furiously blushing Blaise and an amused Mrs. Zabini.
"Well Blaise be sure to use a condom… what's a condom again, dear?" She called to her husband as she, too, swept out of the room. But she stuck her head back in calling, "Be sure to be home tomorrow morning even if you're so very comfortable in Mr. Potter's arms. Ta Ta." And she was gone. And only awkward silence remained. Harry was about to open his mouth but… in came Professor Dumbledore in a swirl of hot pink and neon green robes. Harry choked on his tongue. His words came out a "Grahh"
"Well hello Harry, how are you? Choking? Oh dear let me help you with that. Expelere." Noting happened. "Hmm. Let me try again."
"Eh no that's fine Professor. But why are you here?" Said Harry, as he tried to regain to regain his balance after being hit with a relatively strong spell.
"Well…we have training to get to." Said a suddenly serious Dumbledore, "since you seem to be fine after your aura incident", Blaise's eyes widened at the word aura, "your training will begin today."
"Very well Professor. What do I need?"
"Your wand is all that is required."
"Um… Professor?" said Blaise
"Yes, my dear?"
"What I am I supposed to do?"
"Well you could prepare yourself for your fun with Harry later…" Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling in his oh so maddening way.
'Oh god… Dumbledore heard what my mother said… oh…' Blaise flew out of the room murmuring about being in the library if anyone needed her, her face red as a tomato.
"Professor…" said Harry, eye twitching.
"Yes, my dear boy?"
"You die today!" And with that Harry chased Professor Dumbledore out of the Hospital wing, screaming curses (of both kinds), jinxes, hexes, and generally trying to kill Professor Dumbledore as he ran out of the room.
5 Hours later----
"Very good Harry, very good indeed! You have finally mastered all of your old spells! It took me 3 years to do that. But then again… I was 54 and had far more spells in my repertoire then you do now…" Dumbledore was smiling happily, proud of his student.
Harry blinked. He blinked again. He sighed. "It's over? Oh thank the lord!"
'But I suppose this was useful. I never knew exactly how much magic I was wasting in my spells without mastering them. Hmm.'
"Off to bed with you now. You must be exhausted." Dumbledore turned to leave, but he froze as he heard 3 fateful words…
"Accio Lemon Drops!" Harry grinned insanely. 'I told you I would get you back for that remark to Blaise, Professor! And now I have my revenge!" Cackling insanely, Harry dashed off, with Dumbledore in hot pursuit.
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Poll time!
Serverus Snape… Understanding, but not nice; Kind and understanding; evil prat?
Draco Malfoy…Good vs. Bad?
Ron and Hermione… Understanding about Blaise or no?
Side pairings!
Spells (Original)-
Explere- Latin for 'to drive out' generally used on blocked passageways.