Chapter 9!
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Hi peeps! So what's new? Sorry this took longer than I thought because our freak'n internet went poof! Anyway on with da story.
That day in Potions Aang learned something that all young Gryffindor students had to learn. All Slytherins need to die a horrible painful death. Class had started out okay, until the potion making that is.
Aang walked into the class room about 30 seconds before the bell rang. All the seats were taken except one in the front of the classroom. The room it's self wasn't a very happy one. It was dark and damp, and just not very pleasant. He walked over to the open chair and sat down. There was already a boy sitting there. He had piercing green eyes, abnormally pale skin, and raven hair.
"Hi I'm Aang!" Aang said cheerily.
"Monty Pierce, Slytherin," The boy answered holding out his hand. Aang shook it happily, not really knowing why. "What house are you in? I've never seen you here before."
"I'm in…what's the name again? Oh yeah Gryffindor." Immediately Andrew whipped his hand back.
"Ewww it touched me!" he moaned rudely. Aang wasn't used to someone talking to him like that and didn't particularly like it.
"That's not very nice."
"Shhh the human armchair's coming." He was right, soon after he said that a hippo of a man came into the room. Aang was surprised to find that he really did somewhat resemble the chairs in the Gryffindor common room.
"Hello class. Welcome to your second year of potions. Today we will start with a simple wart removing potion." He took a piece of something white and started writing on a black board. All of the other students started taking out various supplies. Aang of course did not have any.
"Um Mister…"
"Slughorn, what can I do for you my boy?" The man said walking up.
"Well I'm one of the new students so I don't really have any supplies." The man gave him the weird eye for a moment. Then came to his senses.
"Oh yes, now I remember. Wait here." Aang waited a few minutes later Mr. Chair came out with a pile of trash. Upon looking at them scattered across the table Aang realized that the trash was actually old supplies. Pieces of crap would be them at best. The cauldron looked like the bottom was about to rust out. The little cutting tool resembled a piece of rust with a handle. The textbook was obviously rather old. It resembled something along the lines of road kill squirrel. Aang opened the cover of the book and read the name at the top.
"Property of the Half-Blood Prince," Aang read. Before he could read any farther the book was swiped from Aang's hands.
"Well um, we might want to put that away. These little thing caused quite the problem last year." He mumbled bringing Aang a new book. Once Aang had his questionable supplies, he started working on the potion; which was a lot harder than it seemed, and it wasn't helping that the mouth with a small body.
"So what are you again?" he asked mockingly for the thirteenth time that class.
"An airbender." Aang muttered trying to concentrate on adding the right amount of lizard scales to the swirling blue muck.
"Why don't you guys used wands?"
"Because we don't need them."
"HA! Prove it!" he was really trying to provoke the young avatar. And it was working, which it saying something because usually it takes death and destruction to even take the smile off his face. So hopefully to get the stupid kid to shut up Aang bended a small amount of air into a small tornado. It went about five feet then dispersed in front of the classroom. Everyone was really too busy with their work to notice.
"Wow, that's kinda cool too bad you breeze benders can't make a simple potion." The annoying Slytherin mocked evilly, like a little sister who won't leave you alone about life.
"Not breeze, AIR!" Aang yelled. A horrible bubbling sound was heard from the desk. He looked down. The cauldron was bubbling over with bright green goo. Suddenly what Aang knew was going to happen, happened. The bottom of the pot collapsed, spreading even more of the evil blob over the table.
"Ahh!" Aang yelled not knowing what to do. He tried mopping it up but only made the mess worse. Before Aang could make the mess even worse Mr. Chair came up and flashed the mess away with his magic stick, or wand whatever.
"Mr…Aang. I know you are new to potion making but I would appreciate it if you don't know how much to add in just please ask. Now since this is your first little mishap I won't take any points from Gryffindor, but next time. Now wait here while I go get another cauldron." The chair walked away to the back room. Monty on the other hand trying to make it look like he was suppressing laughter. Aang gave the mutinous child the look.
The rest of potions there was an uneasy tension between Aang and Monty. After potions the rest of the day wasn't terrible. In Transfiguration he had actually managed to turn the stick (not the magic one a normal stick) into a snack. In History of Magic he'd fallen asleep only to be woken up by a paper ball to the head from Monty. Apparently most students in the same year had classes together due to the whole fear of the Dark lord thing.
At lunch Ron, Hermione, Ginny and the new friends were talking about the first day of classes. Ron was complaining about how much homework they got in Herbology, while Katara was saying that she was just in that class and it wasn't that hard. Harry wasn't paying that much attention to the conversation. His mind was drifting back to the conversation he, Ron, and Hermione had had with professor Lupin.
The three had entered the room a few minutes before class was due to start. The room was empty except for the fragile looking man sitting at his desk reading a book and drinking a cup of what Harry assumed was tea.
"Professor Lupin?" Harry asked. The werewolf man looked up from his book. Carrie; a muggle novel written by some famous author. The name escaped him. Aunt Petunia liked reading his books.
"Ahh, come in, come in. Would you guys like some tea?" he asked walking over to the kettle.
"No we're fine," Hermione answered. Harry mentally thanked her and he imagined Ron was too. The friends had had enough tea like stuffs to last them a life time.
"So what brings you three here? Other than the fact that you have my class soon?" the teacher asked.
"It's the new students with the strange hair styles." Ron answered.
"Yes, I imagined you guys would be interested in the new students, as is the entire staff. So I after their little em, interrogation I asked Hagrid to try to find out what had caused them such a fray.
"Yes, I was wondering why the spiders were so close to the edge of the forest." Hermione said.
"Well, yes, Hagrid was able to find that yes the spiders were too close to the edge of the forest for it to be normal and that according to them there was an abnormal presence in the forest."
"That's strange," Harry put in.
"Yes, I sent an owl to the Order and they're sending Tonks to check it out."
"You finally gona kiss he mate?" Ron asked. Harry wanted to smack Ron across the head. You don't talk to your teachers about their personal lives. It's just not done.
Lupin coughed at this comment. "Ronald I don't believe that is any of your business. And I thought you wanted to talk about the new students."
"He's in denial," Ron whispered into Harry's ear.
"Anyway" Hermione said trying to change the subject. "About the new students keep a low profile on the horrcrux missions correct?"
"Until we know more about them yes." The rest of the three minuets the four discussed about a time for them to go retrieve and destroy the Bow and Arrow of Ravenclaw. They had decided on the next coming up weekend. Flying on brooms of course, to a piece of crap shack in the middle of Scotland. Soon after they had finished talking students started to leak in.
"HARRY!"
"Uh what?" Harry asked dazed from his daydream.
"What do you think?" Katara asked.
"Think of what?" he asked.
"Doing what we do best mate, sneaking out of the castle in the middle of the night of go into the forest to do something to probably get us killed." Ron answered sarcastically. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"What Ronald means is Aang, Katara, and Sokka would like to investigate on how they got here. And the only time and way to get into he forest without being seen is at night."
"What about Zuko?" Hermione leaned close to keep from letting anyone else hear.
"He says he could care less but I think he wants to know."
"Okay then, I'll see you four tonight."
a/n: Okay I'll be honest with myself the plain talking w/ lupin and such wasn't the greatest. I don't know why I just can't write those the way I like. Anyway the next chapter will be better and It will mostly be about their little night time adventure. I kind of need to figure out how they get out of the castle but you know. And I already have the coolest idea for the horrcux thingy. Reviews would be cool. LATER PEEPS!