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A/N: We are really sorry that we haven't been updating quickly. You have permission to kill us. But remember if you do it will probably take even longer for us to update. We're talking a very, very long time (considering we'd be dead and all).
Also on the issue regarding James and Cho we saw that a lot of you guys wanted it and a lot didn't so we decided to go with what we thought we should do. We are going to make it so that James has a crush on Cho, but Cho doesn't feel the same way about him. Oh, and we are going to apologize in advance for any spelling and grammar mistakes hehe.
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Previously…
The first thought that came to Teddy Lupin's mind was to throw it in the wastebasket.
The second was that he would give anything to speak to his father again. Anything.
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Teddy fingered the Dungbomb in his pocket lightly. He had one shot. Just one shot. Teddy didn't think about what the consequences would be, he just wanted to speak to his dad. No matter what the conversation.
Remus's back was turned long enough for the young Metamorphmagus to make a plan. Teddy's hair was unconsciously getting brighter with anticipation. Just wait until he looks at you…any moment now…that's right, turn a bit more…
Finally, Remus turned to face the class.
NOW! screamed Teddy in his mind.
Grasping the stink bomb in one hand, Teddy made a big show of stretching his arm back as far as it would go and yelling:
"BOMBS AWAY! EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!"
He then released his arm and flung the Dungbomb straight at Remus.
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Al sat next to Draco, Crabble, Goyle, and two other Slytherins who were named Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini in the Slytherin Common Room. He couldn't help but notice that Pansy resembled a pug with a squished face and that every word Blaise said (which wasn't often) was said with malice. They were filling him in on how things worked at Hogwarts and how to be a proper Slytherin. Al was thoroughly relived that his excuse to use the bathroom worked, and he was finally able to escape.
He walked down the hallway, getting occasional glances from people who probably thought he was his father. Not really paying attention to where he was going, Al walked outside on the grounds, pacing around the lake. The sun was bright and the birds were chirping. He could see the giant squid's tentacles lying lazily on top of the black lake. It was really the ideal day for relaxing. In the distance he could see Hagid's hut. Al was particularly excited see Hagrid. He, Rose, Scorpius, and all the rest of the Potter/Weasley clan were on very good terms with the half giant.
He walked around the side of the lake, musing. He felt his stomach grumbling and realized that it should be around lunchtime. He also noticed that there was a scarce amount of students around the lake, which probably meant they were all in the Great Hall.
Al raced back to the Slytherin common room, remembering his lame excuse. People don't take half an hour to use the restroom.
Upon entering the large room he was instantly greeted by a cold voice. "What took you so long?"
"Sorry, lost track of time."
"In a bathroom? You lost track of time in a bathroom? How?"
"Err..." Luckily Albus was saved from answering this awkward question when Draco moved on and started talking about other matters.
"It doesn't matter. What happens in the lavatories stays in the lavatories." He chuckled a bit, but then continued, "so are we going to the Great Hall or not? I'm starving. I don't know how things work where you come from, but around here we like to eat lunch when we're hungry."
Al forced a laugh. "Yeah I like to eat lunch, too… As much I would love to eat with you guys in the Great Hall, I'm supposed to eat with the other exchange students."
Draco's eyes narrowed, "Again? Can't you make up some sort of excuse?"
"Well, I don't think it would be right and it's the first day. Maybe some other time?"
"Fine," sneered Draco.
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The Dungbomb flew across the room and hit Remus square in the chest. One girl shrieked as it sailed over her head. Then it happened. It hit the floor and bam. It exploded, screams and shouts filled the classroom. Above all the commotion, the bell rang, signaling the end of class for the Seventh Years. Remus was trying to maintain control, which was somewhat difficult to do when you are covered in dung and most of the students are trying to stay as far away from you as possible.
The students cleared out of the room quickly. Only Teddy was left standing in the middle of the room with a slightly amused, slightly satisfied grin on his face. Once the smoke from the Dungbomb cleared, Remus turned to face Teddy. His voice was deadly calm.
"Detention. One week. My office. Get. Out."
With that, Teddy cleared out of the room, leaving his father behind. Teddy had gotten just what he wanted. Not only would he be able to spend extra time with his dad, he would have extra time with his dad for a whole week! His hair was now a bright yellow, mirroring his mood. Of course, Remus would be mad at him…but who knew when the Time Turner would be fixed…and Teddy wanted to spend as much time with his father as possible…
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James made his way to the Room of Requirement for his favorite time of the day. Lunch Time. As he walked down the corridors he saw Teddy not too far away, looking very happy. Almost too happy. Not only was he looking much happier than usual, but he was also humming some horrid tune and he had a certain skip to his step.
"Have you met an amazing girl today too?" James asked Teddy, obviously thinking of Cho. The older boy seemed to be in some sort of trance and did not reply.
"Hi guys!" Lily seemed to have popped out of nowhere, startaling both James and Teddy. "I had a great day! I met this boy and he was really, really nice and now we are really, really good friends!" Lily took a deep breath and continued, "How was your day James? How about you Teddy? Doing all right there? You look a bit odd. But not odd in a bad way. Odd in a- well I mean you just look so-"
"My day was brilliant. I met the most amazing girl. She was beautiful, and smart and funny and she had the most amazing smile and silky hair…." James continued his ramblings, but Lily had stopped paying attention.
"Speaking of smiles," Lily interrupted "What are you so cheery about Teddy?"
"I-I got detention." He said snapping back into reality.
"That's not something to brag about mate. Even in my book," replied James. "If you ask me, it's quite hypocritical of you. I mean, with all the time you spend scolding my ears off for always getting in trouble. What happened to we should all try our best to keep low and not drag attention to ourselves? If I knew you were planning to get a detention..."
The three arrived in front of the Room of Requirement at last. Upon opening the old wooden door they saw that to their amazement where their beds had been just that very morning stood a long rectangular table. The table was filled from tip to end with trays and plates filled with food. The sweet aroma of the delicious-looking food filled their nostrils and James felt his mouth water.
"Where is Al?" Lily wondered out loud.
"I reckon he's dead," said James bluntly. "Told you he wouldn't last a day in Slytherin," James raised his eyebrows and smirked. "Five galleons he won't show up"
"You're on!" Lily knew that it wasn't right betting on her brother, but she did it anyways. Hey five free galleons! I'll split it with Albus. Maybe.
James' stomach chose this time to growl loudly, "Guys standing here starring at the food isn't make us any less hungry, or Al come any faster. I'm starving, let's eat already."
It took another five minutes before Al had turned up for lunch. "He's alive! HA! Cough it up James. That's five galleons!"
"Lily, that's so irresponsible of you," scolded James. "Betting on your own dear brother's life. Tsk, tsk, what a shame."
"B-but James! You were betting along too!"
"Yes, but you see Lily Flower, you have to be fair, everyone expects these things from me, but you? That's a new low. I hope you're not expecting to receive those galleons."
"James, that's not fair. Give her the galleons." Teddy smiled HA! About time James loses a bet.
"WAIT! Hold on! No one pay attention to the boy who just walked in. Carry on, forget about me," Al replied in a harsh sarcastic voice.
"Oh but Albus, in fact we've been talking about you this whole time," James smiled at his upset brother
"You were betting on my life?Some family I have," Al shook his head. Honestly, he should be used to this kind of stuff. "Now what's for lunch?"
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"Where have you been?" snapped Draco when Al joined him once more. Draco's Care Of Magical Creatures book was struggling violently in his arms (he had bound his
shut with a rope, and it was now trying to break free).
"Sorry-got-lost," Al struggled, for he too was trying to keep the book shut with one of James's belts.
"What is that big oaf playing at?" demanded Draco. "Is he trying to get our arms cut off?"
Behind them came the sounds of large grunts as Crabble and Goyle were trying to stupidly cram their books into a large sock. Al had to restrain himself from telling Malfoy off for insulting Hagrid.
"It's an outrage that he's even allowed near the students," continued Draco, his lip curling in distaste. "He's a savage; I would give anything to have him gone. Wouldn't that be hilarious?"
"Mmmhhm," biting his tongue very hard, Al tried to block out all the insults Draco was saying about his friend. They walked on the grounds to the place where Care of Magical Creatures would be held.
"Gryffindores," sneered Draco, catching sight of them. Then he started laughing. "You should have seen Potter on the train when the Dementors came!" Al's stomach clenched. What happened? Surely nothing good, due to the excited smile on Draco's face.
"Dementors-the guards of Azkaban Prison-were on the Hogwarts Express. They came into his compartment and he collapsed that very moment. People say he's brave? Yeah right."
Al starred in horror as Draco did an impression of his father fainting. He felt anger bubble inside him. His dad told him what Dementors do. Draco had no right to make fun of his father for something he had no control of. His father had been through more than Malfoy could even imagine. Crabble and Goyle chortled and Al forced a laugh with great difficulty. Behind them, Al heard the footsteps of the coming Gryffindores.
Only seconds after, Hagrid appeared from around his hut. His hair didn't have the usual streaks of grey that Al was used to in it, but was as black and as messy as ever. Feeling happy that there was at least one other familiar, friendly face, Al waved a little to Hagrid. Hagrid started to wave back before doing a double take, rubbing his eyes with both massive fists, and squinting at Al again. Al almost laughed at Hagrid's bewildered face.
Once all the Gryffindores came, Hagrid lead them around the hut and towards some kind of paddock. Al tried to crane his neck to see his father, but he couldn't see over the heads of much taller students.
"Everyone gather 'round the fence here!" called Hagrid, finally taking his eyes off Albus. "That's it — make sure yeh can see — now, firs' thing yeh'll want ter do is open yer books —"
Al sincerely hoped that nothing would mess up Hagrid's lesson. He knew how much the Care Of Magical Creatures post meant to Hagrid. But Al knew that no one in their right minds would attempt to open the vicious books.
Draco spoke from next to Al. "How?"
"Eh?" asked Hagrid.
"How do we open our books?" repeated Draco, taking out his Monster Book Of Monsters. Al noticed many other students had also closed theirs shut somehow. He wanted to make Draco stop talking, because the look on Hagrid's face wasn't easy to look at.
"Hasn' — hasn' anyone bin able ter open their books?" said Hagrid, looking crestfallen.
The class all shook their heads.
"Yeh've got ter stroke 'em," said Hagrid, as though this was the most obvious thing in the world. "Look —"
Hagrid reached over and grabbed one of the books that was being held by a girl with bushy hair. Al's eyes widened when he realized it was the 13 year old version of his
Aunt 'Mione. If Aunt 'Mione was here, then my dad can't be too far…
Al was cut short of his musings by Draco's voice yet again.
"Oh, how silly we've all been!" he sneered. "We should have stroked them! Why didn't we guess?"
Apparently you had to stroke the spine of the monstrous book for it to allow you to read it without having a finger torn off.
Oh Hagrid…
"I — I thought they were funny," Hagrid said uncertainly to Hermione.
"Oh, tremendously funny!" said Malfoy. "Really witty, giving us books that try and rip our hands off!"
Al really wanted Draco to shut up. He was just about to tell him to do so when another voice behind him beat him to it.
"Shut up, Malfoy."
The thing that Al saw next made him and Harry Potter yelp out loud. Harry jumped back a step and Al stood gaping. He knew that he must have looked exactly like his f
father, but he never realized how much. Hermione gasped, a tall boy next to her who Al recognized as Uncle Ron, started spluttering like a fish out of water. His head was swinging rapidly, back and forth to Harry, and then back to Al, whose green eyes were locked with each other.
Harry swayed slightly and clung to Ron for support, hardly believing that someone could look so similar to him. Especially the eyes. Those were his eyes. His mother's eyes. And here, standing before them was an exact replica of Harry. With. His. Eyes.
On the other side, Al was just hoping his father wouldn't faint.
Everyone was pulled out of his or her thoughts when Ron gasped and said, "Polyjuice Potion!"
"Oh don't be silly Ronald," snapped Hermione, who seemed to have come out of her shock. "There has to be a logical explanation."
Everyone else in the class was silent, even Hagrid, waiting for Harry and his carbon copy to say or do something.
"Who are you?" asked Harry weakly.
"I'm Al…I transferred here from, uh, Durmstrang-"
"Really?" said Hermione, perking up at once. "I've read about that school! Is it really-"
But whatever Hermione was about to ask, no one found out, for Draco had interrupted, apparently tired of not being in the center of attention.
"No one wants to hear your know-it-all questions, Granger. Believe it or not, you annoy people by constantly yapping your voice."
"Malfoy, were you born with this much stupidity, or does it take practice?" snapped Harry, who seemed to have also come out of his shock.
Al tried to cover his snicker with a cough, but there was no need; all the Gryffindores were howling with laughter. Even Hagrid was having a hard time not chuckling. Bright pink patches appeared on Malfoy's face. He was about to retort, undoubtedly with something nasty, but Hagrid cut in quickly.
"All righ', all righ'! Enough!" everyone quieted down at once. "Now, we've got a great lesson planned today!" said Hagrid happily. "Now, if yeh'll all follow me. Tha's righ'…righ' down here."
Suddenly, trotting toward them were a dozen of the most bizarre creatures Al had ever seen. They had the bodies, hind legs, and tails of horses, but the front legs, wings, and heads of what seemed to be giant eagles, with cruel, steel-colored beaks and large, brilliantly, orange eyes. The talons on their front legs were half a foot long and deadly looking. Each of the beasts had a thick leather collar around its neck, which was attached to a long chain, and the ends of all of these were held in the vast hands of Hagrid, who came jogging into the paddock behind the creatures.
"Hippogriffs!" Hagrid roared happily, waving a hand at them. "Beau'iful, aren' they? So," said Hagrid, rubbing his hands together and beaming around, "if yeh wan' ter come a bit nearer…"
Everybody looked very reluctant. Al decided to step forward cautiously, and realized that Harry, Ron, and Hermione were doing the same.
"Now, firs' thing yeh gotta know abou' Hippogriffs is, they're proud," said Hagrid. "Easily offended, Hippogriffs are. Don't never insult one, 'cause it might be the last thing yeh do. Yeh always wait fer the Hippogriff ter make the firs' move," Hagrid continued. "It's polite, see? Yeh walk toward him, and yeh bow, an' yeh wait. If he bows back, yeh're allowed ter touch him. If he doesn' bow, then get away from him sharpish, 'cause those talons hurt. Right — who wants ter go first?"
Everyone seemed to back away a little bit more. Even Al had slight misgivings.
"No one?" asked Hagrid, with a pleading look.
"I'll do it," said Harry and Al at the same time. Harry swung around to look Al, while everyone else was looking at the pair of them.
"All righ'!" said Hagrid happily. "OK, Harry, why don't yeh go firs'?"
There was an intake of breath from behind him, and two girls whispered, "Oooh, no, Harry, remember your tea leaves!"
Harry just ignored them. Al watched as his father bowed low, without blinking, before being granted permission to touch the magnificent beast.
Al broke into applause, as did the rest of the class, but he quickly stopped once he saw the look that Draco, Crabble, and Goyle were giving him.
"Righ' then, Harry," said Hagrid. "I reckon he migh' let yeh ride him!" Ride him? Hagrid was seriously about to let his 13-year-old dad ride a Hippogriff?
Immediately, Al could tell that his father had no idea that he would be riding the Hippogriff. Hagrid helped Harry climb on and Al wasn't sure where he was supposed to hold on: it was all feathers.
"Go on, then!" roared Hagrid, slapping the Hippogriffs hindquarters.
Without warning, the Hippogriff suddenly spread his long wings and took off in flight, Harry on his back.
Al looked up, and watched as the Hippogriff soared away. Hermioine was dancing from foot to foot, looking quit anxious. Ron was wringing his hands, waiting.
"I'm sure he'll be fine," whispered Al reassuringly so Malfoy wouldn't have a hope of hearing.
Hermione and Ron just stared at him. Whether it was because they were freaked out because he looked so much like Harry, or because they were wondering why a Slytherin would be trying to reassure them, or they were apprehensive because he was from Durmstrang, Al didn't know. He just backed up once they turned their gaze back to the sky and resumed his place next to Draco.
"I hope he falls off that thing," said Draco. He looked as if he were wishing for a very special gift for Christmas.
"Yeah," gritted Al, clenching his fists at his side. After a few more minutes of waiting, a girl behind Al squealed, "Oh look! Here he comes!"
And sure enough, there was Harry, his hair as messy as ever-but unscratched.
"Good work, Harry!" roared Hagrid as everyone except Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle cheered. "Okay, who else wants a go?"
Inspired by Harry's success, everyone else was willing and excited to climb aboard the Hippogriff. Al went first, then Ron, Hermione, and everyone else after. He recognized his current Herbology teacher, Professor Longbottom, run backwards from his Hippogriff repeatedly when it refused to blink. Al smiled to himself as he thought about how the boy that was shaking in fear, would change so much. He would be Neville Longbottom: war hero, slayer of Nagini, and ex Auror.
Al climbed off Buckbeak when his turn was over. Flying in the sky like that…was the best, most free feeling he had ever felt. It made him feel as open as when he was playing Quiddich on his broom.
Al stepped aside so that Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle could take over Buckbeak.
"It was great," breathed Al. "You feel so free."
"Yeah, whatever."
Buckbeak had bowed to Malfoy, who was now patting his beak, looking disdainful.
"This is very easy," Malfoy drawled, loudly. Al had the feeling that he was saying it at such a volume so everyone else could here. "I knew it must have been, if Potter could do it… I bet you're not dangerous at all, are you?" he said to the Hippogriff.
"Draco, no!" cried Al. He remembered what Hagrid had told them about a Hippogriffs pride and had a pretty good idea where this was going.
Draco ignored his warning completely and continued, "Are you, you great ugly brute?"
It happened in a flash of steely talons; Draco let out a high pitched scream and next moment, Hagrid was wrestling Buckbeak back into his collar as he strained to get at
Malfoy, who lay curled in the grass, blood blossoming over his robes.
"I'm dying!" Draco yelled as the class panicked. "I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!"
Al knew Draco was overreacting, but crouched down on the grass next to him nevertheless.
"Draco! It's OK! Calm down!"
"I'm dying!" he continued to moan. "Dying because of the deadly beast that that big oaf thought was cute!"
"Yer not dyin'!" said Hagrid, who Al noticed was very white. "Someone help me — gotta get him outta here —"
Hermione ran to hold open the gate as Hagrid lifted Draco easily. As Draco turned, Al saw there was a long, deep, gash on his arm; blood splattered the grass as Hagrid ran with him, up the slope toward the castle. Al followed close behind.
Hagrid brought him up to the hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey gasped at the sight of Draco.
"Dear heavens, what happened?" she asked as Hagrid placed a still moaning Draco on one of the beds and began to explain. Sitting on the other side of the hospital bed, Al was surprised how quickly Madam Pomfrey could mend. Once she left Draco stopped moaning and turned to Al.
"How much trouble are you willing to bet that he'll be in?"
"What?"
Draco rolled his eyes impatiently. "Hagrid, you idiot! How much trouble do you think he'll be in now?"
"Y-you messed with that Hippogriff just to get Hagrid in trouble?" asked Al incredulously.
"Of course not," a sick sort of smile spread across his face. "But that doesn't mean it won't come with advantages…I hope he gets sacked."
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A/N: *all in one fast breath* So how was the chapter? Any ideas? Any feedback? Did you like the reactions? Do you like the story? *takes in deep breath*
OK, getting off topic-WHO LOVED THE NEW POTTER MOVIE? We did! We even hyperventilated a couple of times-ok, a lot of times! It was totally awesome (AVPM reference)!
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