Boo: Hey lookey peoples! I finally managed to get my lazy butt, or in this case fingers, to type this little thingy called a chapter!
Arty: And thank you. I thought you were just joking with that 'limbo' thing in the first chapter.
Boo: Well sorry. Not my fault that my Word didn't save this and my computer restarted in my sleep. I'm serious. I left it on and it did a auto restart when I finally went to sleep around 1 in the morning. And I had this whole chapter done. Part 1 and 2 combound together with extra. Granted it happened like a week before chapter 2 and I was way to lazy to re-type it all so I went in parts. I mean I went so far back...well a good thing was that I changed a few crappy things. Before I accidentally refreshed my page when typing and it went back and I had to redo like EVERYTHING and I was to lazy to actually type and send this chapter to you lovely people called 'readers of my story' and I started moving and I packed up my book by accident.
Arty: Wow. That was allot. I'm actually ashamed for interrupting you and to call you my creator.
Boo: Now hush! You know you love me!
Arty: *Rolls eyes*
Boo: Without me, you wouldn't exist! Or be on this site! You'd just be a sad little idea in my head. You'd go as insane as I am on a sugar rush.
Arty: *groans* Let's get this over already!
Boo: Fine. Be a female Grumpy. I, sadly, do not own Harry Potter. That wonderful series belongs to J.K. Rowling, who dared to try kill my Harry-poo.
Harry: WHAT?!?!?!
Boo: I was joking. And not my fault that you're my fave character and who they chose to play you in movies. And I'm so glad they made her change the little 'you dying' thing Harry. I don't like the fact that you ended up with Ginny though.
Harry: *Perking up* I did? *Pumps fist in air triumphantly* I am the man!
Arty:*Throws a piece of popcorn at Harry and he catches it and falls out of his chair in the process and then snorts at him* Sure you are Har. Sure you are.
Harry: *Getting up* I'm okay!
Boo : *Rolls eyes* Okay then. Like I said before, own nothing except Arty and the plot. So don't sue me please. Umm..I do not write this for money or w/e you call it. I do it for fun. Here's Part Two and sorry for the wait peoples! Wow, I make this things way too long. Like I said before, I'm really sorry for the wait.
Chapter Three: Slughorn's Compartment Part 2
Last time on Artemis' Adventures at Hogwarts:
Neville's turn was next and it was really uncomfortable 10 minutes for me. His parents were well-known Aurors that were torchured into insanity by Bellatrix Lestrange and a couple of lower Death Eaters. Can you guess that I was looking less and less happy about the fact that the interrogation was eventually coming towards me yet?
Arty's (Gonna give up on saying Artemis every single dang timeI change to her POV) POV
"And now," Slughorn said dramatically while he shifted in his seat.
'Amazing.' I thought. I had honestly thought he was stuck in it and couldn't move but- it looks like I was w-w-wrong! Can you tell that I don't like being w-w-w...that 'w' word. Ha ha ha.... Shut up.
"Harry Potter!" He beamed. "Where do I begin?"
'Hmm...maybe not acting like he was the coolest thing since sliced bread would be a good starting point.' I thought. 'And where did that dumb saying come from anyways?' Anyways, back to the story and not my thoughts about sliced bread.
"I feel like I only scratched the surface when we met during the summer!"
I, along with Blaise and Winky, just stared at Harry after hearing that little tid bit of information. Said boy was looking uncomfortably under our gazes so I smirked and let go of it.
I almost didn't hear said Slug add "The 'Chosen One' they're calling you!"
Harry said nothing as his past starers became current starers. I became embarrassed with my actions quickly this time and death glared at two slightly frightened boys. I love death glares. They're a gift from Heaven above, I tell ya. Or would they be a gift from Hell below since they're death glares?
"Of course," Slughorn continued, now watching Harry closely. "There have been rumors for years now. I remember... that terrible night... Lily, and James too...and you survived that curse..."
'Oh for the love of Merlin shut up!' My mind screamed at him and he was completely obvious to it. And now I have a killer headache.
"And the word that you must have powers beyond the ordinary -" He was interrupted by Blaise, who chose to snort at that last comment.
An angry, and rather girly, voice came from by Sluggy, "Oh yeah Zabini, just because you're talented... at posing..."
Oh no. That did it. Nobody insults, or tries to insult, someone that's like a brother to me. I started to stand up and faced the Weaslette as my feet slowly left the ground and my eyes slowly darken.
"Artemis!" Blaise hissed at me and I turned towards him, slowly returning to the ground and my eyes returning to normal.
"Hmm?" I asked.
"Control." He hissed again before realisation finally had enough mercy to dawn apon me.
I grinned sheepishly at him and sat down again.
Slughorn, not missing a beat with the little hover and eyes thing, chuckled "Oh dear Miss Weasley." to 'Miss Weasley', who was glaring daggers at me.
"You might want to be careful." He continued. "I hear that Miss Artemis has a wicked temper so I wouldn't want to cross her."
I nodded violently, repeating "Wicked temper." I suddenly got a thought and added "Last person that got it was never the same. Right said last person?" I asked as I turned to Blaise with a wicked grin on my face.
He audibly gulped and nodded, officially looking scared at how this was going.
"I'm done here your honor." I grinned like a Cheshire Cat to Slughorn, who was wearing a matching grin.
"Anyway," Slughorn said as he gave me one last look before giving his complete attention to the boy to my left. "Such rumors this summer. Of course, one doesn't know what to believe with the Prophetbeing known to print... inaccuracies, make mistakes. But, with the number of witnesses, there is little doubt that there was a disturbance at the Ministy and you were in the thick of it all!"
I looked at Slughorn and mentally snorted. 'And so were Longbottom, the little Weasleys, that Granger girl, and someone else that Uncle Lucy didn't reconise. Along with the Order, Death Eaters and Voldie himself!' I then looked at Harry, who, after I joined the ranks of the ones expecting an answer from him (So, in other words, almost everyone else in the compartment), nodded mutely.
Slughorn beamed at him. "So modest! No wonder you're a favorite of Dumbledore! You were there, then? But the rest of the stories... so sentational. This fabled prophecy for instance-"
Neville interuptred him. "We never heard a prophecy." He said, slowly turning pink.
"That's right." The Weaslette added defiantly. "Neville and I were there and this 'Chosen One' rubbish is just the Prophet making things up as usual."
"You were there too then?" Slughorn asked interestedly. They remained silent. "Yes..well the Prophet often exaggerates things..." He said, sounding more than a bit disappointed. He cheered up slightly as he started talking about things of his past. I almost fell asleep but then it would be terrible for my family's reputation. And I didn't because I didn't want to scare everyone with my... uniqueness.
Slughorn suddenly turned to me and started my round on 'What to tell, what to tell?' Of course, I call it worse in my head but this is the lowest rated thing I can think of at the moment that doesn't have any wizard swear words. (A/N PPP Wizard Swears! Look it up!)
"Now, Miss" I held my breath, praying to Merlin that he wouldn't say it, "Artemis," I let out the breath, hoping that nobody noticed. No such luck. Blaise gave me a pitying glance before looking away. "what to say, what to say?"
And I just had to open my mouth. I saw Blaise groan, probably already knowing what I would say. What? I said he was like my brother, and that was a high place in my book. Draco is at 'Cousin I wish I never had' for being a giant git. "How about not saying anything at all."
Blaise shook his head sadly, showing that he did know it.
Slughorn just grinned at me. "But I should. And I wonder, are you as good at potions as your father?"
"I don't know since I- Wait a second. You knew my father?"
He just frowned and murmured "I shouldn't have said that." in an attempt for no one to hear him. But lucky me heard him, and I'm sure that everyone else did too.
Boo: Was that sucky or what? I would've put more, but stupid me put my Year 6 book with my living room books and it's packed up.
Arty: And thanks to the people that reviewed.
Boo: I had them listed here and I even had a party-funny conversation but *Sobs* I accidentally erased everything in this. I refreshed but it wasn't the same. Seriously. I need to save more often for these. And I'm to lazy to type it all again. So... review and wait for *Sobs again* Part 3. I tried to finish the Compartment in this, but w/o my book, it's not possible. And I can't download the book because it could possibly be a Trojan Horse file, so again, SORRY!!!!
Arty: I know that I'm asking for more than I should, but... review?
Boo: And did I write this well enough so far that it's not obvious who her mom is? I think it is... though it maybe because I created her... Maybe someone could tell me in a review? (Hint hint)