View Full Version : Out of my Element. a year 6 fic (spoilers abound)
September 26th, 2003, 6:26 am
Warning and stuff: I don't own these charactors JK does I'm just freeversing a bit.
Authors Notes:Ah, yes chapter one, full of confusing ramblings and a giant hook. sorry if its a little slow at first but keep readin I've got some wicked twists planned.
Chapter 1. Hospital Hospitality
Screaming. It haunted his already deranged medicinal sleep. The piercing cries of innocent children totally oblivious to their bloody fate. Why the agony of their screams? The noise reverberated inside his head, occasionally becoming associated with a face twisted in horror.
This was the cycle that plagued his subconscious. Sleeping seemed almost torturing, but in a complex combination of shock, concussion and sleeping potion his haunted half dreams were inescapable. So trapped to the deafening silence inside his own head, he thrashed and jerked violently.
If only he knew why they were crying and shouting maybe he could help them. The eyes all looked so fearful. Their eyes were the only thing that stood out amongst their bloodcurdling screams as their faces would suddenly light up in terror as lighting cracked across the unnaturally black sky. Then the visions would become drowned out by the screaming and then repeat like a broken record skipping over and over growing slightly louder and clearer every time.
“SHUT UP!!!!” Harry Potter sat up panting, covered in thin white sheets damp with his own sweat. “Oh, my eyes.” His pupils contracted so rapidly to the sterile white of the room that he was almost certain he’d gone blind. As he rubbed his eyelids the small room came slowly into focus.
“****, the hospital on the first day.” This was the first coherent thought that Harry manage to pant out through his uneven breathing. In his groggy stupor he looked in vain for his favorite window with the excellent view of the Hogwarts Quiditch pitch. But, as the medicine slowly ebbed away he realized that he was not under the ever nagging eye of madam Pince as he had originally assumed. The desolate white room, squeaky prison style beds and total lack of comforting atmosphere, there was only one place he could be. “****, what did I do to wind up in St. Mungo’s?”
The words had barely left his parched lips when right on cue the door slammed open, as a disproportionate witch strode speedily into the room. “Oh Mr. Potter your finally awake. I heard you scream, well me and the rest of the hospital.” She said chuckling sounding almost amused at Harry’s sudden fearful out burst. “I’m not worried though your school nurse said you were a little faint when comes to nightmares and that you were a very afraid to go to sleep last year because of them.’ Harry was so caught of guard by the direct nature of this comment, that it never accrued to him to tell the nurse that she to would be afraid of sleep if Voldemort was controlling her thoughts at night.
“Well I’m your appointed healer Wilga Shiman” She said airily, pointing at her tacky St. Mungo’s name tag.
Harry had never seen an odder looking lady in his life. Wilga looked like she had been pieced together from ruminants of many different bodies. Her legs were long, well shaven and extraordinarily skinny. But they then came to a disastrous convergence with a torso so flabby that it could have passed Dudley of as a regular boy. Even more out of place were her arms so ripped with muscle that they hung stiffly at her sides like that of a steroid driven boxer. She seemed to notice Harry’s open mouth stare at her build and responded as if adding to her title. “I work with the experimental department for magical dieting. She then muttered about being under staffed in light of a recent tragedy and rushed off to go help another patient, leaving a confused Harry with more questions than before Wilga had visited.
Harry pondered these questions for a brief moment but to his frustration was once again interrupted as the door slowly squeaked open. “Either tell me what’s going on or let me think.” Harry said annoyed, to what he assumed to be another medi-wizard, but he was given a nasty shock when he looked up to see the oddest and most unexpected group of people possible...
The ever annoying cliffe. Sorry but I had to do somgthing to get some avid followers.
September 27th, 2003, 7:51 am
OY! Hello again to the few of you that actually read my first post.
Watch out cause the first of the ootp spoilers begin in this chap.
Friend, Foe, Ex
”Dean, Goyle? CHO! What? Err... I didn’t know you guys were friends.”
Harry was entirely caught off guard by this strange group of friend, foe, and ex. He was unsure whether to be happy at the arrival of Dean Thomas a fellow Gryffindor 6th year, angry at the brute Goyle for having the audacity to enter his room or be completely awkward (like usual) in the presence of Cho Chang. A Ravenclaw 7th year and Harry’s old err, well Harry was still unsure what they were, but it was undeniably more than friends and had ended in a disastrous yelling match. They all looked extremely pale as though they had not slept in several days, and all (even Goyle) looked relieved to see Harry.
“Well, I suppose we weren’t” said Dean after a long pause “but in light of what happened we really don’t have a lot of choice.” Harry was fully perplexed at what Dean had just said and was about to ask what he meant when Cho burst out with the least likely greeting he would have expected from her.
“Oh, Harry it’s so good your alright. That healer told us you had received a concussion and were in a state of post traumatic shock. And you of all the people YOU need to be OK.” She didn’t however look happy to see him, in fact she looked like she wanted to cry but was either well beyond the point of tears or would not allow herself to cry in front of him. Harry felt a slight tinge of guilt ping in of him.
“Well, it’s really good to see you guys too.” Harry said quietly, not wanting to look Cho in the eyes after the unusual meeting. It wasn’t the same awkward feeling he had around her as last year. This time it was uncomfortable because he knew something terribly important had occurred, but for the life of him he couldn’t remember it.
“What were you yelling about Harry? We heard you all the way down the corridor.” Dean asked tentatively.
“Oh that, I had another nightmare.” Harry mumbled. For some reason he felt embarrassed to say this.
“I probably should have known after last year.” Dean replied.
“I know how you feel.” Cho interjected slowly with a very detached voice. “Since the train I’ve been having nightmares too.”
Harry felt like He’d just been hit in the face with a pillow case full of bricks. All it took was one word and the awful realization of why he was now lying in St. Mungo’s shot into his head full force. Harry remembered what happened on the train and threw up over the side of the bed.
Thus concluding chapy 2. sorry for the shortness and again with the cliff but whatever. Remeber reviewing is the cool thing to do.
September 28th, 2003, 8:40 am
New chappy finally. big thanks to SFHPW and you know who, for being the first to review my story you guys are so rad. enjoy
Chapter 3 Flashback 1 (how original)
Harry’s mind first slashed back to #4 Privet drive. This summer had passed in a miserable stupor that exceeded all summers previous in boredom and despair. The confining walls of his bed room had encroached daily, as he spent hour after antagonizing hour locked away in the smallest room in the house. The reason for this chosen isolation was constantly on the back of Harry’s mind. The death of Sirius had hit Harry like a bomb and even now after he had come to terms with it, everything seemed less fun.
Then Harry, still feeling quite sick remembered the few high points during his stay in muggel country.
In early July a school owl had been sent to his house informing him that he had scraped out eight owls. This included much to the chagrin of his Potions Master an O in Potions, keeping his auror dreams alive. But that was nothing compared to the other letter that McGonagall had sent, informing him that after the departure of 7th year Angelina Johnson he was to be the new Gryffindor Quidditch captain. She had also included a personal letter stating that Gryffindor had better win because she had made a wager with Snape and it would be most embarrassing for her if Slytherin won the house cup.
Ron and Hermione wrote him often but much like last year their news seemed censored and old. Leaving the reformed Daily Profit to fill him in on all Voldemort related incidents.
Harry remembered the letter sent to him by Ron’s dad inviting him to stay the rest of the Holidays at #12 Grimmauld Place. But Harry had politely declined. It wasn’t that he hadn’t wanted to see his friends, Harry just didn’t think he could handle being in Sirius’s old house after last year.
So the remainder of the summer was spent with the Dursley’s who were taking full advantage of Harry’s muscular physique, putting him to work like a dark lord’s house elf. Harry never really objected, at least when he was hanging off the roof trying to pluck soggy leafs out of the gutters he didn’t have to think about anything. Keeping this work first attitude in mind Harry finished all his homework within the first week of brake.
Finally, after what had seemed longer than all Harry’s previous holidays at #4 combined the day arrived for Harry to make the annual pilgrimage to Kings Cross.
Uncle Vernon down right refused to Drive Harry to the station. Instead Harry was to catch a ride with Dudley who now had his license. Dudley had told his parents that he was off to boxing training, but Harry new the truth. Dudley had been chucked off the boxing team ages ago for public intoxication, when he had drunkenly streaked threw a soccer match. Dudley was going to a hearing, to avoid having a criminal record. So Harry was forced to squeeze his arm rest in a white knuckle grip and gag in the second hand smoke, as Dudley puffed a cigarette while swerving violently in and out of traffic.
Harry remembered the the joy he had felt at finally stepping out of the car and walking towards platform 9 and ¾. Dudley threw Harry’s trunks out of the car before giving Harry the middle finger and peeling out of the parking lot.
“What a prick.”
Harry turned around to see Cho Chang standing behind him. She didn’t sound mean, but Harry was amazed to think how much nicer she was being to him in the hospital.
“Try living with the git.” Harry said “He eats more than Crabbe.” She gave a small laugh before turning and vanishing through the barrier.
Harry stood fore a moment to collect his thoughts and then slowly leaned into what was an apparently. Instantly Harry felt at home as he looked around at the cats weaving in and out of the colorful robes of his classmates. Nervous first years sat quietly next to the wall while the 7th years looked utterly bored at the bright scarlet train.
“Oy! Harry over here.’ Ron stood beckoning frantically for Harry to join him, Hermione and Neville. Harry slightly apprehensively made his way over towards his friends.
“It’s wonderful to see you Harry.” Hermione said nodding vigorously.
“Yea mate, it’s been ages.” Ron said smiling over enthusiastically. Neville just looked in bewilderment from Ron to Hermione and then Harry realized what was going on.
“Ron Hermione, I know Ron’s mum thinks I’m fragile, but honestly that was ridiculously over cheesed.”
Ron looked a little put off for a moment then asked “How did you know Mum told us how to act?”
Harry laughed, “After the number of teachers I’ve seen you B.S., I can tell when you’re lying.”
Hermione jabbed Ron in the ribs. “I told you that smile was overkill.”
“Well seriously Harry, it is nice to see you again. How was your summer?” Ron asked.”
“Guess” Harry said laughing faintly.
“Oh, sorry” Ron stammered, “I didn’t mean it like that.’
“Don’t worry about it.” Harry said “I know you weren’t talking about Sirius.”
“I hate to leave right now after just meeting up with you Harry, but we really have to get to the prefects compartment.” Hermione said apologetically.
“Don’t worry about it” Harry replied lightly. “I’ll save you a compartment. Just hurry back fast.”
So Harry climbed aboard the train and looked around before joining Neville, Seamus and an awfully snuggly Ginny and Dean Thomas.
They made small talk for an hour or so, discussing the rumors on the new DADA teacher and Gryffindor’s shot at repeating for the house cup. It was all surprisingly pleasant with the exception of watching Ginny do things with Dean that Harry knew would drive Ron to violence. After a while the snack cart came around and everyone bought a handful of their favorite treats. Harry was just getting comfortable with a large cauldron cake, when the brakes suddenly slammed on flinging everybody forward out of their seats.
“What he hell is going on?” Ginny asked rubbing her ribs. “Why did the train stop?”
“No idea,” Seamus answered “must be some kind of problem.”
CRUNCH! The train was jarred hard from the left side, and then the screaming erupted.
Even Im getting fed up with my own hangers. next chap promises no moe cliffies and a few good answers.
September 30th, 2003, 1:45 am
Hola! whats crackin. new chapie have at it. (Warning death scene)
Chapter 4 Flashback 2
“What the **** is going on?” Dean said loudly talking over the shrieks coming from the front of the train. Again the train was jolted hard from the left and as it came to a screeching halt it seemed in danger off being knocked off the track.
“Something is really wrong.” Harry said standing up quickly and drawing out his wand. The others quickly followed suit. The evening seemed unnaturally dark and low rumbles could be heard in the electric sky.
“I can’t see anything.” Neville muttered as he pressed his round face to the window. “And I wish they’d shut up at the front of the train.” Harry was completely at a loss for what to do. He wanted to go up to the front and see what was wrong, but playing hero had caused the problem last year and was part of the reason Sirius was dead. So instead, he paced up and down the compartment wand ready for immediate action. He did not have to wait long.
The door flung open and Looney Luna Lovegood burst in, looking for the first time not at all dreamy eyed but instead very scared. She had a deep gash above her left eye and was panting heavily.
“There’s an attack on the train.” she gasped her voice barely audible over the shouting.
“What! What happened?” Harry asked, grabbing her arm forcefully.
“Two death eaters apperated into the engine room and killed the conductor then switched the brakes. There were a bunch of death eaters and giants waiting around in the fog for the train to stop right on the side of a mountain. They were killing at random up there. Zacharias Smith was cursed right next to me. I just bolted back here as fast as I could. The are probably right behind me.” She shrieked almost in hysterics, tears now flooding down her face.
“Wait, there are giants outside?” Neville asked fearfully, as he wiped the fog off the left window and pressed his face against in looking out into the dark.
“No Neville, Get away from the window!” Luna cried.
To late. The glass shattered as a gargantuan club wielded by a giant crushed the side of the train, rocking it backwards and hitting Neville full in the face.
“Neville NO!” Ginny screamed, but Harry saw Neville lying motionless on the floor bleeding from the head and new it was hopeless..
”Everyone back away from the wall!” Harry pleaded.
There was a sickening crunch, as the giant swung his club at the car again with more power this time. Ginny screamed. The car rocked backward under the impact and with a metallic grown tipped onto its side.
Sliding and screaming, it was the only thing Harry could remember after this point. The train car they had occupied had rolled down the side of the mountain. In a stroke of luck, Harry had been flung out the shattered window and rolled down the slope the side of his head colliding painfully with a tree stump before coming to a halt in a dense briar patch on the hillside he watched as the deatheaters apperated around the cart and finished off the survivors of the crash. Then he had blacked out.
*(Back in the hospital after flashback)*
“Harry are you alright?” Dean’s voice came, interrupting the horrible memory. Dean, Cho and Goyle slowly blurred back into focus crowded around his bed.
Harry wiped His mouth on his hospital pajamas. He was in to much shock to care if Cho or Goyle saw him acting weak like this.
“OH God.” He muttered to himself burying his face in his hands.
Much to Harry’s surprise Goyle was the first to comfort him.
“It Sucks, I Know.” he said in a surprisingly high voice.
Harry was caught off guard and was quite sure these were the first real words he had ever heard Goyle speak.
“Yea, sure does.” Was the only thing Harry was able to choke out in reply.
“How are Ron and Hermione?” Harry blurted out asking the first question that came to his mind?”
“They all looked apprehensively at each other.
“WHAT!” Harry asked desperately.
Cho took pity on him and answered slowly.
“Not good” she answered with difficulty. “Ron was in the intensive care room, he had healers around him full time.”
“What happened to him?” Harry asked, fearing the answer.
“I’m sorry Harry.” She said quietly hanging her head
“How did it happen?” Harry asked, his heart somewhere in the region of his feet.
Cho swallowed hard then continued. Harry couldn’t help admire her for the bravery she was showing in telling him this. She didn’t at all remind him of the girl that had spent all of her time crying last year. “He was crushed by the Gurg giant.” She said swallowing hard. “But not before he killed a death eater.” He got the death eater with a curse right before the giant got him. His last words were ‘That’s for Sirius.’ He died like a hero Harry.”
Harry could hardly bring himself to respond.
“Did they find out the Deatheater,s identity?” he asked
“Oh, yes.” Cho replied. “Bellatrix Lestrange.”
Holy cow! i just killed neville sorry. Remeber, for the love of all things good Review review review!!!!!
October 1st, 2003, 6:45 am
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sorry if this chapter is short
Chapter 5: Only Nine
Harry stared for a long time at the ceiling. He was grieving too much to even look sad.
At least Ron had gone the way he had wanted to go, fighting, just like a real member of the Order of the Phoenix. And he had avenged Sirius
Dean Spoke up. “Head Master Dumbledore visited Ron briefly while he was still alive. He said Ron was to be awarded the Order of Merlin First Class.”
“That’s nice.” Harry whispered.
“And what about Hermione?” Harry asked suddenly
“Well, we aren’t entirely sure.” Cho responded, running her hand through her raven black hair in stress..
“What do you mean, you’re not sure?” Harry asked praying for some good news.
“Well” Cho replied. “They never really found her. Some Eyewitness swore they saw Ron push her to safety behind the train, but they never found her afterward.”
Harry couldn’t even reply. He just continued looking at the ceiling.
“Hey mate it’s important to stay optimistic. They’ll find Hermione. She’s a clever one. You’ll see.” Dean said softly, as if pleading with Harry not to be so depressed.
Harry knew Dean meant well, but he just couldn’t handle someone telling him he needed to put on his cheery face right now. “Be optimistic?! How can you even tell me that?” Harry began, grief stricken rage pulsating through him. “When I was one year old Voldemort broke into my house and killed my parents. I got through that.” Harry continued, his voice still rising. “Last year my Godfather and probably the only adult who ever cared for me, was murdered by a death eater in front of my eyes. And now, the only two people I had left, are no more. How the h*** am I supposed to be optimistic when everyone in my life is taken away from me?”
“I’m sorry Harry I know you’ve suffered a lot but there is still hope for Hermione.”
“What hope?” Harry asked. “She’s either laying somewhere dead or locked in a cage being held captive by Voldemort so she can be used as bate or black mail to get me. Sorry if I’m missing the hope.” He finished bitterly sarcastic.
“You’ve saved her before.” Cho said quivering. “If anyone can save her its you.”
“Yea Harry, you of all people should know there is always hope.” Goyle said boldly, now returning to his trademark deep troll voice.
“Well I’m a touch apprehensive to go try and save the day, when it was my playing hero that got Sirius killed last year.” Harry ranted.
“Wait, Sirius Black? isn’t he a…?”
“Don’t say murderer Dean, or I will curse you into next week!” Harry said sitting up threateningly.
“Sirius Black was your Godfather?” Goyle asked densely.
“It’s complicated.” Harry replied shortly. In truth he really didn’t feel like explaining his relationship with the innocent ex con to these three… err acquaintances?
Harry now attempted to change the subject. “Um, how many kids, you know, died in the ambush on the train?” Harry asked, wishing he would have picked a less dismal conversation piece.
“That’s the wrong question.” Dean replied apprehensively. “You should have asked how many people survived.”
“What?” Harry asked stunned. “How many people survived?”
“Only nine.” Cho answered weakly. This time it was understandable why she looked on the verge of tears.
“Nine that we know about anyway, there could be some more that we haven’t heard about and there is a large number of missing people.”
“Who are the 9 that survived?” Harry pressed pleading for some good news.
“Susan Bones, Pansy Parkinson, Colin Creevy, Padama Patil, Ernie McMillan, Dean Goyle… and myself.” Cho finished almost in an afterthought.
Harry was at a loss for words. He just kept thinking that list was too short, and looked desperately at Cho, waiting for her to say another name.
Crack! For the third time since Harry had woken up, the hospital door had opened up to reveal an unexpected visitor.
Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic entered swiftly removing his bowler hat before speaking.
“Hello Harry, I see you have friends visiting you already.”
“I guess so.” Harry replied awkwardly at the formal address.”
“Harry I need a quick word, alone.” Fudge said tersely.
Oh man this chapter a little boring i know but the next one picks up and things start to get interesting.
October 2nd, 2003, 6:00 am
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Chapter 6: Fudge's alma mater
“What do you want?” Harry asked roughly, not even attempting to sound polite.
Fudge however chose to ignore this and continued speaking “Harry, I know Dumbledore would probably give you this talk, but he is extremely tied up right now, patching up holes and trying to set things right after the attack, so instead you’re going to have to put up with me.” He said the last part pompously, like Harry was in for a real treat getting condolences from the minister of magic.
Harry had no intentions of giving Fudge the illusion of respect. “Lucky me.” He responded. His voice so dripping with sarcasm it would take the worlds biggest git to mistake them for praise.
Unluckily for Harry, Fudge was the world’s biggest git and beamed at the false praise before continuing with his speech. “Harry I know this must be difficult for you. After loosing so much I would like to console you.”
“Oh now you would like to console me?!” Harry began enrage at the nerve Fudge was showing. “Last year you set a smear campaign on me in the daily prophet so the magical community would believe your lying arse. Then you tried to get me expelled from Hogwarts And finally your inability to act with the competence of a real minister got my godfather killed. So pardon me if your condolences mean jack squat.”
The Minister looked like he was about to say 'Now see here!' in his ignorant defensive trademark, but instead hung his head before continuing like he hadn’t heard Harry’s tirade. “Harry I’m here to discuss with you, the continuation of your magical education.”
Harry stared impatiently at him “continue.”
“Well as you may have figured out nine students is not enough to continue the running of Hogwarts.”
So it was true only nine had survived. What little hope Harry had left was dashed.
Fudge continued as though what he had just said was only a minor inconvenience. “Well obviosly, this means you will have to look elsewhere for your final two years of school.”
“What does that mean?” Harry asked, horrified at the thought of not being a student at Hogwarts.
“It means.” replied Fudge. “That you, along with the nine others, will be attending a new school.”
Harry was appalled, that only an hour after finding out that 90% of his fellow students had been tragically murdered by death eaters, the minister had the impudence to talk with him about his new school. “Where to then.” Harry asked after regaining composure. “Durmsang?, Beauxbatons?”
“Durmsang closed shortly after Karkarof fled and has since been subject to a large number of lawsuits involving their stance on dark arts. As for Beauxbatons, well, we were never on very good terms with their academy but since the tri wizard tournament their headmistress has sent me 3 cursed hats and informed us that she will never again comply with Hogwarts or the British ministry of magic.” Fudge finished.
“Where then?” Harry inquisited, growing steadily more impatient.
“You will be attending my alma mater.” The Minister said, heaving his chest in pride. “Sultra’s School of Sorcery.”
“I’ve never heard of it.’ Harry said flatly
Sorry i know it was short again the next one will explain the new mystery school and maybe more of dean, cho and goyle.
October 3rd, 2003, 10:57 pm
New chap. review if you have a soul
Chapter 7 Sultra's School of Sorcery
The minister looked slightly disappointed at Harry’s statement but continued to show his skill at ignoring Harry and continuing on with the conversation. “Sultra’s rivals Hogwarts as the most prestigious magic academy in the world.”
“Then why didn’t Sultra’s take participate in the Tri Wizard Tournament?” Harry asked .
“Well the tri Wizard is only for three oldest schools but by no means the best.” Fudge said, as though killing a highly vexatious rumor.
Harry was slightly suspicious he was only getting a one sided opinion but chose instead to change the subject. “Where is Sultra’s?” he asked “it’s not a British school is it.”
Fudge laughed out loud “The location of Sultras’s School of Sorcery is one of the best guarded secrets in the magical world. No it’s not English. Sultra’s is renowned as an international school. It will take anyone from anywhere as long as the student can pass the founder’s fury.”
“What in the **** is the founder’s fury?” Harry asked, not at all liking the sound Fudge’s last statement.
“The founder’s fury is a test much like the sorting hat at Hogwarts, but along with sorting you into clans it first tests your potential, to make sure you have what it takes to study at Sultra’s.”
Harry remembered last year, when he had laughed at how nervous he had been during his sorting into Hogwarts. Suddenly those feelings of anxiety he had in first year seemed perfectly reasonable, as Harry imagined himself in front of a foreign crowd of student taking a potential test. “Minister, you went to Sultra’s, is the founders fury hard?”
Fudge seemed to contemplate before replying “I’m sure you’ll do fine.”
“Will the others be attending Sultra’s with me?” Harry asked hoping for some familiar faces.
“Unless their parents see otherwise.” Fudge replied indifferently.
“Oh, that’s good.” Harry said breathing a sigh of relief. “When does term start?”
“In one week.” The Minister said standing up. “Well Harry it’s been nice having this little chat with you, and I’m glad you seem receptive to the idea of attending Sultra’s but now I really must leave.” He said walking toward the door.
“Wait! I have one more question.” Harry called
“What is it?” asked Fudge, turning around.
“Why do they call the test the founder’s fury?”
“Oh’ I suspect you’ll find out soon enough.” Fudge replied as exited the room.
For seconds later the door burst open again as Cho, Goyle and Dean reentered the room this time accompanied by misty eyed Padama Patil.
“What did the minister want with you Harry?” Dean asked, not even bothering with a quick hello.
“To talk to me about the new school.” Harry said truthfully.
“Really, all I got was a letter from McGonagall that said Hogwarts had been closed and that for my final year I would be attending Sultra’s School of Sorcery.” Cho said.
“Me too.” said Padama sounding slightly jealous of Harry being visited by the minister of magic.
Harry however did not want to leave anyone with the impression that this was some kind of honor. “Well, the stupid git also wanted to apologize for that smear campaign he ran against me last year.”
“Oh” they all replied quickly before Padama quickly changed the subject. I can’t believe we leave in seven days.’
Well well well im done again howdja like it? review please
October 6th, 2003, 8:06 am
Alright here comes another chapie and its just on the crux of getting to the good stuff
Chapter 8 Voyage preperation
The following days passed in what was quite possibly the most awkward week in human history. The surviving nine for the most part stayed in the hospital recovering from the ill fated train ride. Although they had been properly healed, they were required to have many long appointments with the patchers. A patcher was the magical version of a psychiatrist and the often used magic to probe Harry’s mind.
Although the patchers had urged the survivors to openly discuss the ambush, Harry and the others made the mutual unspoken decision to not speak of it. It wasn’t that they pretended the incident never happened; it was just too much to bare thinking about. So they would sit around quietly in the wing of the hospital that had been closed off for them.
Goyle and Pansy sat near the window cracking their knuckles. Dean (who was a muggle born) would fidget noisily and juggle a hackysack. Padama and Susan Bones would take turns sitting down as the guinea pig as the other would rapidly braid her hair. Cho seemed to have mountains of homework to do, because she was always writing in a little book but would occasionally take a break to look over the top and throw a much wounded look at Harry before quickly returning to her writing. Colin and Ernie both seemed to be coping with the tragedy by eating, and pathetically whined when they were not stuffing their faces with the card board like hospital food. And Harry made a habit of blowing up the healer’s rubber sanitary gloves to form make shift balloons as he watched the others.
After seven monotonous days of this cycle Wilga Shiman burst in their dull hang out, looking as disproportionate as ever. “Well you kids best be dressed and ready to go, your leaving to good old Sultra’s in an hour.”
“What do you mean good old Sultra’s” Padama asked showing her Ravenslaw flair.
“Well, because Sultra’s was responsible for the best years of my life.” Wilga responded, looking fondly at the children.
“You went to Sultra’s?” Harry asked eager to fill the void of information left by Fudge’s unsatisfactory account.
“Sure did.” Wilga replied
“What is it like?” Ernie asked pulling his head out of a box of get well chocolates.
“It is an awesome place, but I don’t want to ruin it with by boring stories.”
“Is it a good school?” Susan asked.
“I went there and look at me.”
Harry met Cho’s eyes and stifled his laughter with his fist. Hopefully Sultra’s wouldn’t turn him into a nightmare of human anatomy.
Everyone scurried through the rooms for the next hour, checking and rechecking for their belongings. At long last Wilga returned, accompanied by no other than Mad eye Moody. “Good ter see ya Harry.” Mad eye said his normal eye resting fondly on Harry as the other scanned the faces of the other survivors. “Now if you don’t mind we really best be getting to the docks. Everyone gather around.” Moody said producing a cracked soccer trophy. “Everyone familiar with portkeys?” They all nodded hesitantly. “Good that’ll make this much easier. All of you place one finger on the key, get ready and NOW.”
Harry once again felt the sickening pull from behind his ribs, and thought that no matter how many time he traveled by portkey he would never get used to the spinning. At long last he felt is feet making contact with the ground before crumpling below him.
Harry untangled himself from the mass of bodies and looked up to get his bearings. Wow! His jaw dropped. They had been transported to an old rickety dock that was barely standing above a violently thrashing grey ocean.
“The pick up ship should arrive any moment.” Moody said his regular eye was looking out to sea but his magical eye was in the back of his head Harry turned to see what it was looking at and received a shock. Standing along the bank were some 300 kids staring silently at them.
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October 8th, 2003, 5:57 am
new chapter. its long for me so read it and review if you want o make a down trodden fanficer happy.
Chapter Nine: Mandisa Aniska
Harry elbowed Dean Thomas I the ribs and gestured towards the shore. Dean turned around before grabbing his chest and swearing loudly. “What are they looking at?” he muttered, obviously unnerved by their quiet and eerie manner.
“Well they are certainly well behaved.” Said Ernie Macmillan, making the understatement of the century.
“Yea, but not too friendly.” Harry said lightly causing the others to grin nervously. The Students of Sultra’s remained quiet emitting an unnerving feeling to the new students.
“Oh my god how am I ever going to keep up my reputation with these hideous grey uniforms. As the last remaining Hogwarts student who doesn’t look like a horse’s butt, I have the responsibly to look good.” Pansy Parkinson never failed to amaze Harry with her vanity.
“If you mean being the school bike when you say reputation, then I don’t think you’ll have any problem holding it up.” Cho cut, obviously annoyed by Pansy’s narcissism.
“Ouch. Burn!” Dean blurted, out laughing at the perfect insult.
“Well I guess we’ll see who’s crying when I get in with the right crowd.” Pansy gouged, emphasizing the word crying as an obvious dis to towards Cho’s highly emotional last two years.
“Oh, the same way you got to be the Slytherin Quidditch manager with Marcus Flint?” Cho asked quickly bringing up an old embarrassing rumor involving a little more than just snogging.
“You’ll pay for that Chang.” Pansy shrieked, advancing on the Ravenclaw nearly half her size.
“If either one of you lays one finger on the other I will personally humiliate you two girls in front of your new classmates, more so than you just have, with a series of transfiguration charms.” Moody spoke with a negation technique that had been perfected though years of being an auror. Both girls suddenly seemed to realize that the students from Sultra’s were still watching them silently and they turned a bright shade of red and hid behind the other Hogwarts student.
Suddenly a young witch stepped out from the ranks along the bank, she reminded Harry of a young McGonagall on steroids. She had a pale complexion and a very muscular build and like McGonagall she seemed to pull her hair back so tight it stretched her skin. She walked briskly to Moody before kissing him robotically on either side of his face.
Harry was sure Moody was impossible to scare, but this was probably as close as one could get. Mad eye looked very awkward for a second before recovering gruffly.
“Hello.” The girl said, “My name is Mandisa Aniska and I am a 7th year and am one of the three house royalties. On behalf of Sultra’s School of Sorcery I would like to bid you all a very warm welcome.” She said in an accent that was very foreign.
“Lo, I’m… err, Professor Moody and I’m just here as an escort to the docks, but as I see they are in safe hands now and there is really no need to…” CRACK! Moody had disaperated without as much as a goodbye much less his usual words of constant vigilance. Harry wondered why Moody had told the girl that he was a professor but did not really have time to brood on the matter, as Mandisa after being momentarily stunned at Moody’s abrupt departure continued her obviously well rehearsed speech.
“We understand it may take a short time to get used to Sultra’s and we our willing to work with you knowing of your…um hardships.” She said awkwardly avoiding the subject of the train. “The job of making sure you mesh well into the school has been appointed to me and the other house royalties so I and the other two will be showing you around when we reach the school,” she said, taking a long pause. “Any questions?”
The Hogwarts students stood silently fore a long moment and Harry hoped that someone would take a stab at breaking the ice. He realized that the others were perfectly content with the silence so he blurted out the first question that came into his mind.
“I am no familiar with your accent?” he asked before Cho elbowed him in the ribs and hissed. “Harry that’s not very polite.”
Mandisa just laughed. “No, no, that is a very good question, on account of very few people at Sultra’s come from the same country, matters of ethnicity are discussed regularly. I’m for instance South African.” she said proudly. “Any more questions?”
“Do you play quidditch at Sultra’s?” Cho interrogated hopefully. This question had been at the back of Harry’s also, so he listened eagerly.
Mandisa chose to answer Cho’s inquiry with another question. “Did you see the Irish seekers at the quiddtich world cup two years ago?”
“Of course, I was their. They are arguably the best trio of chasers ever.” Cho replied.
“They all attended Sultra’s.” Mandisa replied shortly.
“You’re lying.” Cho said jaw dropped.
“Not only do we live for quidditch at Sultra’s, Mandisa continued, “We invented it.”
It looked as though everyone of the Hogwarts student had just been slapped in the face but and were about to bombard Mandisa with a horde of questions but were cut short when Mandisa interjected suddenly very serious “Time to board, I see the ship is here.” Harry spun around and saw the queerest looking vessel he had ever seen. It was a giant magical dirigible floating a mere 15ft above the grey sea, painted sparkling silver that was trademark of Sultra’s. The most unusual part was that the ship was not self propelled but was attached to ropes that sunk deep beneath the waves with what looked like a giant squid on the other end. Students were already piling aboard and disappearing into the cabin as though riding in a squid towed blimp was a common occurrence. “Hurry up they don’t wait for stragglers.” She said giving her bag a giant heave then climbing up silk rope ladder. Harry and the others quickly followed suit and just as Padama Patil had flopped onto the deck the ship cut its lines and started to glide forward at an incredible pace.
For some reason i really enjoyed writing that chapie. I tried to make it kind of lon cause i am going to be outof town for a soccer tournment.. read and review
October 13th, 2003, 6:24 am
Sorry for the delay on the last chapie. i was out of town for soccer. but i'm back with a very random chapter. enjoy, then review.
Harry slowly looked around at the most unusual mode of transportation. The wide oak deck was full of students talking animatedly about the upcoming school year. The students seemed of immense diversity but all seemed to be talking on perfect English although everyone seemed to have a distinguishable accent. “Does everyone here speak English?” Harry asked Mandisa who was still waiting around patiently.
“They do for you.” She replied simply.
”What does that mean?” Harry asked, even more confused by her answer.
“Like I’ve told you Sultra’s is an international school and it takes in students from all parts of the world. As good a thing as that is for the unity of all the magical communities, there was one obvious barrier that prevented our global schooling.”
“Language?” Ernie McMillan interjected trying hard to keep up with the conversation.
“Exactly.” Mandisa said. “So our founder Sven Sultra put a charm on the academy to act as an automatic translator among all the students and staff. It is arguably the most difficult piece of magic ever performed.”
“Is that why everyone was silent before we got on the… err ship?” Cho asked.
“Yep, every one at Sultra’s is very friendly so it’s weird not being able to talk to your friends till you get on the school ship.” Mandisa replied.
Harry listened more closely to the students speaking in their thick accents and to his surprise, he and the other survivors seemed to be dominating the conversation. Sultra’s despite the linguistic difficulties Sultra’s seemed capable of launching rumors at speeds capable of rivaling the giggling girls at Hogwarts and Harry heard a young wizard saying that the new students had arrived because they were all orphaned in a house elf riot.
“So I could speak Arabic to someone and not even know it!” Colin Creevy asked, still utterly confused.
“Mmm, sort of.” Mandisa looked as tough she would rather not explain it again so instead she changed the subject.
“You guys are going to love the opening feast. Nothing can compare to the food at Sultra’s.” She said matter of factly.
“Well you have obviously never eaten at Hogwarts, because the food there is the best.” Ernie said pompously.
“I may have never been to Hogwarts, but I have been to England, and to put things shortly, those traveler’s tails about British cooking are an understatement.” Mandisa replied, rather defensively.
Harry snorted at Mandisa’s comment. Her severe looks long neck and quick tongue reminded Harry even more of Professor McGonagall.
The Hogwart’s survivors or “Warters” as they were called by the students, slowly separated into smaller groups and began striking conversations with their new classmates. Harry saw Pansy was not so discretely raising her skirt in attempt to attract looks from some older boys.
“Slut.” Harry heard Cho mutter under her breath next to him. Harry was surprised that Cho was still standing beside him looking dubiously around the room. At Hogwarts she had been a total socialite always surrounded by a gaggle of girls, but now looked even more nervous then Harry.
“I don’t think I’m going to like it here Harry.” She said still eyeing pansy in disgust.
Harry was alarmed by her apprehension and said. “Oh, don’t let Pansy ruin it for you.”
“It’s not just that.” Cho replied. “Sultra’s has a pretty big reputation as THE magical party school, and… since the accident,… I just don’t care about junk like that.”
Harry was unsure how to respond. He was still cautious of Cho’s out of control emotions and refused to be involved in another Hogsmeade scene like last year. But deep down Harry also wanted to talk about the accident and tell someone Sirius, a weight that he was still carrying on his shoulders. It also didn’t hurt that Cho was undeniably very pretty but even so Harry was very hesitant to respond to her statement.
Luckily he was saved the difficulty by a greeting thrown upon him by a squat boy with a very dark complexion, who spoke in a thick Spanish accent, and wore the Cuban national quidditch uniform. “Ello my name is Vasco Muerzar.” He said giving a deceiving smile at Harry and stealing a look at Cho. “I’m just going to keep this to the point. ARE you Harry Potter?”
“Um, Yea I am.” Harry responded, anticipating the eye flick to his scar. It didn’t come.
“Oh rad. I read in the paper that you were a pretty nifty flyer at the Tri wizard Tournament. Is that true?” He asked, almost daring Harry to say yes.
Harry was startled by the unusual recognition and began stumbling on his words. “Well…I’m… It’s just… maybe.”
Cho elbowed him again in the ribs and said. “He was one of the best fliers at Hogwarts.” Harry was smiled inwardly at the comment then shook his head in more confusion about Cho.
“Well that is really too bad.” Vasco replied. “Because I’m the premier flier at Sultra’s, and I’m going to make that dragon look like a wussy little sparrow alright Harold.”
Again Harry was at loss for word by the up forward sliminess of Vasco, but he was again saved by Cho. “Only because your massive girth would put the dragon to shame.” She fired back at his cocky comment. Despite the fact that Vasco was 3 inches shorter than Cho in height, he easily quadrupled her in width.
“You know you want a piece of this baby.” Vasco replied with guts that even the late Draco Malfoy couldn’t muster. He blew her a kiss from his pock marked face before turning and saying “I’ll see you on the quidditch pitch Harold.”
“You know, I see what Mandisa meant about everyone at Sultra’s being really friendly.” Harry said sarcastically watching Vasco walk away.
Cho laughed. “Well Harold. I see your fame fallows you everywhere, one way or another.”
Harry smiled, but hoped the name Harold wouldn’t be suck on him for the rest of hi time at Sultra’s.
that was a very random chapter that maybe very important to later plot. than again, maybe not. Review review review!!!!
October 15th, 2003, 6:12 am
Cool shiz we are finally arriving at school. and boy is the sorting gunna be kool.
Chapter 11: the arrival
Harry and Cho slowly followed the other students slowly making their way to the ladder leading to the lower decks of the magically floating ship. Harry felt a little queasy as he had never flown on anything but a broom and a hippogryff but tried in vein to give Cho the impression of cool collectiveness.
“Gosh, Harry you look really pale.” She said looking concerned but also slightly amused.
“Oh it’s nothing.” Harry responded faintly annoyed at her mocking smile.
“What, are nervous about being sorted again?” She asked, dropping the grin.
“No, I’m just not exactly accustomed to giant squid drawn dirigibles, and am not sure I like flying to much unless it involves a firebolt.” He said, in a lighthearted terse speech.
“Harry, you are a man after my own heart.” She said, resuming her sarcastic, flirtatious, shenanigans. “Come on, let’s go below deck and try to find more about the quidditch program, and maybe a bit more than Fudge told you about the sorting and the houses.”
Cho then drug Harry to a steep ladder that sunk into room that emitted sound of kids laughing.
Harry quickly scaled down the ladder and turned to face the room. His jaw slacked in shock and he heard Cho give a faint “Wow” under her stunned breath.
Wow didn’t even begin to describe the ship’s cabin. It vaguely reminded Harry of the Gryffindor common room, only five times as large. It had the same warm atmosphere and was covered in comfortably worn couches that were scattered across the room.
But unlike any room at Hogwarts the lower deck of the ship gave off a distinctly Mediterranean vibe. Marble freeze’s bedecked the walls and roman arches swooped down elegantly from the ceiling.
Students were sprawled across the room sitting on the couches in seemingly random clusters. Harry looked at them in more detail and realized what he at first had taken to be identical silver robes quite varied. The silver looked to be interwoven with white, tan or black, and there were more differences. The white robes all depicted a chisel which crossed three S’s on the left breast. The tan robes showed a hammer crossing the S’s while the black robes had an arrow that crossed what Harry assumed to be the school emblem.
“Do you think the different robes are the different houses?” Harry asked Cho, who was still looking astonished around the large room
“I have no clue, let’s go find someone to answer our questions.” She answered.
That person however found them. Hey you two! Are you guys doing alright?” Mandisa asked as she broke away from a small group of her friends.
“We are OK, but we really want to ask a few more questions.” Cho stated directly.”
“Shoot.” Mandisa said sitting down on an empty sofa and indicating for Harry and Cho to join her.
‘What exactly do you do for houses at Sultra’s?” Cho asked.
“Well when we arrive at the school every first year and new student must undergo a test to decide if they are worthy to study at Sultra’s and what house they will be sorted into.” Mandisa explained
“The founder’s fury?” Harry asked remembering Fudge’s brief speech.
“Yep” replied Mandisa. “The founder’s fury sorts all the students into one of three houses. The Crivelin Chisels, they are tan and gold.” She paused to point at a group of kids with the silver an tan uniforms before continuing. “The Haverthorn Hammers, they wear white and pearl. Or the Anaxos Arrows, we wear black and onyx.” She finished pointing at the arrow sewn into her robes.
“But what qualities do they separate the houses by?”
Sorry I am not aloud to tell you that. We are not aloud to help students before they take the founders fury, that way you can’t go in biased, but don’t worry you’ll find out about the houses then. In fact I expect we should be arriving shortly.” She finished standing up. “Is there anything else?”
This strictness for rules was why Mandisa reminded Harry. He wished she would have been more lenient and now nervously made small talk about quidditch with Mandisa and Cho, as he anxiously waited arriving at school and being sorted.
After seemingly no time at all, the ship lurched to a stop, and a voice from above called out that they had arrived at Sultra’s. Mandisa started climbing the latter then stopped to look back down at Harry and said “wait until you see the school, the first time is always the best.
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October 16th, 2003, 8:49 pm
new chapie and I did my best to write a sorting song. tell me what cha think
Chapter 12: The founder’s schizophrenic anthem
Harry slowly climbed up the ladder, vaguely wondering if Sultra’s school of Sorcery could ever look as appealing as Hogwarts. Continuing with captivating surprises Sulta’s kept throwing at him, Harry found himself staring in full awe at the academy. It was not constructed like castle like he had assumed but instead more closely resembled the Greek Parthenon. It was a colossal rambling structure, complete with stone freezes and massive fluted columns. The only glaring difference between the school and an ancient Athenian temple was the scale. The building’s white marble seemed to defy physics in its height and appeared even larger as it towered over the surrounding trees.
The location of the school in itself was amazing. It was built on a large island that jutted from the see with large rocky cliffs. The land was green with rolling hills, covered in patches of Cyprus trees. And the school stood erect over the island dwarfing everything in comparison.
Harry could barely keep up with Mandisa and the other house royalties (same thing as a prefect but each house has one) as they led the new students and “the warters” to a side entry so they could be talked to by the headmaster of Sultra’s before the founder’s fury.
They were led to a small room and all stood anxiously awaiting the arrival of the headmaster.
There was a loud crack as someone apperated into the room but it was not the headmaster. Harry arched his head to look over the crowed of first years looking for the headmaster. But it was not a head master at all. “Hello, and welcome to Sultra’s. I am the Headmistress Sabana Sultra.” The Headmistress then paused for a second to survey the crowed with the same piercing look that Dumbledore used so effectively.
She appeared to be around 45 years old, with pure white skin that seemed unnaturally smooth except for around the eyes were she was betrayed with wrinkles. Her hair seemed to have been dyed so blonde that it was now nearer to blue. She wore all silver, like the rest of the staff in robes that swept around her on the floor.
“I am of direct bloodline of Sven Sultra, the noble founder of our school, and I run a tight nit, well organized school so any, and all out of line will be punished. With that being said, I wish all of you luck in the founder’s fury, and hope you wind up in your proper house. When I read your name off the list you will step onto the seal in the middle of the courtyard and the fury will begin. Those of you from Hogwarts, I will be sorting you first.” Sabana said all of this in a very matter of fact voice but Harry was given the distinct impression that even many of the first years did not take her that seriously. She turned and briskly walked two a large iron door that magically flew opened as she approached. “Follow me” She called with out turning around... Harry and the other quickly followed her threw the iron door and into a courtyard in the very middle of the school. In was very large and in the shape of a triangle and all the other students stood in three groups, one at each corner of the courtyard. All of them wore large hoods that hid their faces, and reminded Harry of dementators. In the very middle of the courtyard stood three huge statues, which faced inward at each other. They all appear to be of the same man but in slightly different poses. In one the man was made of gold and the man was holding a chisel. In the next the man was made of pure black onyx and the man clutched an arrow in each hand. The last statue appeared to be made of pearl and the man held a large mallet.
Everyone stood in silence, and Harry felt himself drenched in a cold nervous sweat. He wondered what everyone was waiting for but just then a low rumble shook the courtyard.
The three statues in the middle of everyone began to hum and then broke into a hymn like poem. All of them would randomly say words that formed together into an eerie chant.
Great Sven Sultra long ago founded this grand school
As a place for ALL to learn under just one golden rule
None shall be judged under prejudice jury
So long as they pass the founder’s fury
Sven was a great wizard but his mind had rift
Three personalities inside, each with a gift
Quick minded Anaxos, the sharp side of Sven
Took the keen minded ladies and the wittiest men
Crivelin snatched those blessed creative few
And picked by their potential, not what they knew
Lastly Haverthorn who snatched those of determined mind
Their strong-minded kin their they would find
So schizophrenic Sven built three houses for thee
But to which you belong is determined by me
Again the statue stood still and the students in their house corners clapped their approval. Harry now felt so full fearful for the sorting that he was convinced he would have made the first year version of himself look brave.
Sabana Sultra stepped forward again. “This year we will be joined by nine new students, who have come to us after a tragedy at their own school. Please make the Hogwarts students feel at home.” She paused, as this was a matter of utmost seriousness. “Now let the sorting begin.”
The sorting is next chapter. what house will harry wind up in? It is probally not thr one you think. keep readin were gettin to the cool stuff and i have some rad quidditch ahead.
October 20th, 2003, 5:44 am
Sorry for the delay on the cap to the few of you who read this shiz. Any way it is the sorting. where is Harry going to be placed? read and find out.
Chapter 13: sorting time
“Addler, Enrico” She read of long curving sheet of parchment. A tubby first year wiped his sweaty palm on his silver robes before staggering onto the school seal surrounded on all sides by the house statue. Everything was still in the room and Enrico looked as though he was near blacking out as he waited for something to happen. Suddenly the statues cracked back to life and this time they moved fully functional. The statues walked with loud clunks in a slow tight circle around the boy whispering to quietly for the rest of the room to hear. Then they began to pick up their walking pace in harsh exaggerated movements, and their clunking steps grew louder and creepily rhythmic. Then they began poking the boy with their stone fingers until the statue holding the hammer picked up its weapon and struck the boy.
“Oh my goodness!” Padma cried.
Harry Rubbed his eyes hurriedly and looked to see if the fat boy was ok. To Harry’s complete aw the statue was still frozen in the same pose, its giant Hammer running directly threw the middle of the boy like the arm of a ghost. Then the statue turned and spoke to the silent courtyard “The first boy belongs in my house… Haverthorn!”
The group of students wearing tan and gold broke into applause and handed Enrico one of their special robes.
“Cho, Chang… Anaxos”
“Chaucer, Francis… Crivelin”
“Creevy, Colin… Crivelin”
The sorting continued in at fever pitch, and unlike at Hogwarts it actually seemed to get more intense as it went. The students seemed to take it personally when they missed out on a student who looked to be of high magical ability and when they received one, they would mock the others. On the same token, when a frail looking wizard was sorted, the students would yell comments like, “Be my guest, take that little rat!”
The heckling atmosphere was too much for Colin Creevy and he ran to his new house with his head in his hands.
AS the sorting crept towards his name Harry’s lower lip was in danger of bleeding from a consistent tense biting. Harry wasn’t worried he lacked the magical ability to make the school. Since Goyle had managed to get sorted into Haverthorn Harry was pretty confidant he would make the cut. What was really scarring Harry, was the thought that he lacked all the qualities of these houses
“Pansy Parkinson” Harry’s mind went very quiet, as he watched Pansy get sorted in almost an out of Body experience. “Haverthorn.”
“Harry Potter.” Headmaster Sultra’s voice called out, taking care to say the name with slow pronunciation, for the dramatic effect. Harry, with slight difficulty controlled his gag reflexes and walked tentatively towards the seal among a sea of students whispering after the shock of hearing his name. Not for the fist time that day Harry was given déjà vu
and reminded of his first day at Hogwarts by the shockwave of gossip that seemed to follow him everywhere.
Harry took a deep breath and took the final step onto the seal between the three statues. Instantly, all the student noise died away and everything but the three, giant marble statues faded out of focus.
Harry looked determinedly on them waiting for their slow walk to begin, while silently hoping to Merlin this went well.
CLUNK! All three statues took a large step at the same time, circling Harry to the left. “Hardly creative.” A statue said, pointing his chisel squarely at Harry’s heart. “Weak willed.” Another chimed in looking to bash Harry’s knee cap with his hammer. Their footsteps were gaining momentum now, and they continued discussing Harry’s lack of potential. “As quick minded as dry rot.” Another insulted pointing his arrow at Harry’s eye. CLUNK! CLUNK! CLUNK! Their footsteps were so fast now that their bodies seemed to blur together and their comments continued to rain down on Harry making him angry at their ridicule. “Boring” “Prettyboy” “Dull” “Simpleton” “Nancy” Moron” “I am no a moron!” Harry said through gritted teeth at the statue holding the arrow. I’m no Hermione, but I have done enough **** fighting Voldemort to prove I’m not a moron. Harry thought, his face red with anger.
The statues stopped and Harry looked wildly around trying to find what statue would pick him.
An arrow was coming straight for his eye. Harry watched it pierce him and looked up at the statue who had called him a moron. It almost smiled at Harry before yelling in his deep voice. “This one will do wonders for… ANAXOS!”
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October 24th, 2003, 5:49 am
this chapie really sucks but i needed to get it out the next one will be longer and a lot better.
Anaxos, Anaxos, Anaxos! The words echoed in Harry’s head. “It must be wrong, I am not quick minded.” He muttered under his breath, staggering in the direction of his new house.
Anaxos’ reaction to obtaining Harry from the sorting were mixed and not nearly as friendly as the Gryffindor’s had been. Some of the students looked exited; they seemed to have heard of Harry’s brushes with Voldemort and thought it proved him to be an excellent wizard. But others grabbed their friends and whispered almost fearfully, while pointing at Harry. They were obviously still not converted from the rumors and the smear campaign that Fudge and the ministry of magi had launched on him.
“Congratulations Harry. I am Surprised, you don’t strike me as the Anaxos type.” Came the familiar stern voice of Mandisa.
Harry really believed what Mandisa said about not being Anaxos material, but that didn’t stop him from being offended. “What is that supposed to mean?” Harry questioned.
“Oh sorry, I suppose that came out wrong.” Mandisa stammered “I wasn’t questioning your inelegance. From what I’ve heard I expected you to be the determined minded Haverthorn type. Anyway, it is nice to see you in my house and maybe on my quidditch team. Like I told you earlier, I am the house royalty this year which means you answer to me for most the rules and what not. I am also the quidditch captain and if you have the skills I’ve heard about, maybe you will make the squad.”
The rest of the sorting seemed to go by in a haze for Harry. He spent the majority of the time adjusting his new robe and observing his new hose mates. By the time the founder’s fury was done Harry felt so tired it was challenging to walk to his dormitories and he new he wouldn’t remember how he had gotten their in the morning.
Thunk! Snore! Harry had been looking forward to meeting his new room mates but he fell asleep before he even landed on the mattress.
“Dude, you might wanna get up now Harry.”
Harry opened his eyes to a blurry outline of Dean Thomas. “Whatthematter, Holy **** where am I!” For a second harry had assumed this was just another Hogwarts morning and his roommate Dean was waking him up. Harry looked wildly around the room. It contained eight large cushiony beds each with a large Arabian style curtain hanging down from the ceiling and a large green fire in the corner.
“I know classes don’t start for an hour and a half but you might want an early start.” Dean finished before walking out of the room. It seemed that only a few other beds were empty. Most were filled with happily sleeping students. Harry carefully pulled on his new silver and black (anaxos colors) fought a loosing battle with his hair and headed into the common room.
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October 27th, 2003, 4:02 am
Wow! you guys are so cool for rating my story. heres a new chap were some things get started!?
The Anaxos common room was so different from Gryffindor’s it was bizarre and Harry knew which one he preferred. Their were no chairs, instead the floor was covered multicolored giant pillows which students lazed around in at random. Their was a large circular hole in the room that let in the early morning light and directly beneath the whole in the very middle of the room stood a fountain constructed of black onyx. It was of course, Anaxos, and looked identical to the statue that had called Harry a moron the night before Harry.
“I was hoping you’d wake up early Mr. Potter, do you have time for a quick word.” The statue in the fountain said suddenly coming to life and turning his head directly at Harry. Harry knew he should be used to things like this after all, stranger things happened frequently at Hogwarts. But it still caught him off guard and he stood their staring dumbly at the now warmly smiling statue. “Yes you Mr. Potter, a quick word if that’s not to much.” The statue said reassuringly.
“Oh …erm Ok, sure.” Harry said sure not exactly sure how to greet a statue.
“Firstly I should properly introduce myself. I am Anaxos the quick witted side of the schools founder Sven Sultra.” The statue said casually, as though being a schizophrenic personality to one of the most famous wizards ever was perfectly normal. “I would like to warmly congratulate on making our house.”
“Thank you.” Said Harry.
“Now I would like to speak to you about the fury last night. When you were sorted into my house, I got the feeling that you believed you did not have the true qualities of Anaxos.”
“You could say that.” Harry agreed.
“It’s true that many of your commendable qualities are not the pride of Anaxos. But last night I sensed in you a very strong something that told me you belonged here. In addition your achievements thus far in your young life give no doubt that you belong here.”
“Well, goodbye Mr. Potter, have a good first day.”
Harry turned and made for the exit planning on having breakfast. The lone journey to dining hall was very difficult on account that he didn’t have the slightest idea where he was going.
“No that can’t be right; I could swear I went down that hall before.” Harry muttered to himself. To lost to get his bearings as he stood in the middle of four dissecting hallways. He took a hard right deciding to go on instinct when CRASH!!!
“Oh sorry.” Harry said rubbing his groin where he been kneed. “I wasn’t looking where I was go…ing” His heart skipped a beat as he looked up to see Cho rubbing her side
“No Harry I’m sorry I almost kneed your…anyways, that must have really hurt. It was my fault, I was watching my wand, trying to find my way to the dining hall.” Cho showed Harry her wand which was lying flat in her palm pointing due north.
Harry instantly recognized it as the four point spell and laughed. “You’re such a Ravenclaw.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked smiling, as she got to her feet and extended her hand to help Harry up.
“Leave it Ravenclaw use a charm when their lost.” Harry said in a mock disgusted tone.
“Ha” Cho faked insult. “Well you’re such a Gryffindor. I bet you’ve bet wandering these halls for an hour trying to brash instinct to guide you.”
They both laughed. “Well, I’ve already tried these two halls.” Harry said.
“And I came from down their. So that only leaves one option.” Cho said so they stood up and made their way towards the hall.
Hey thanks for everthing readers.
October 29th, 2003, 6:52 am
this chap may get a little confusing cuz i wanted to show harry's tought but it would't let me use italics, so bear w/ me
The eating breakfast as turned out was a chaotic experience. The food was set up along the wall like a buffet but what should have been a neat line passing along the side more closely resembled a mosh pit.
“OH my foot!” Cho screamed next to Harry as they slowly weaved their way through the masses.
When they finally managed to reach the table the challenge still wasn’t over. The house elves had prepared such a wide variety of food to for the varying ethnicities that Harry merely grabbed a small portion of what he thought to be French crapes.
Harry sat down next to Cho, at a table in the corner. “That was hectic.” he said, taking a sip of orange juice.
“Ya” she replied vaguely with a tone of disinterest and a look in her eyes that Harry remembered to well.
It was the exact same look she’d given him the year before in Hogsmeade before she’d asked him about Cedric and then everything had done wrong.
No, not that look again Harry thought to himself. Why does she have to give that look? I’m not supposed to care what’s wrong with her. Sure I don’t hate her anymore but after the coffee shop incident I think I’ll pass on the comfort chats. “What’s wrong?” He asked. ****, I thought I just agreed not to ask her that kind of stuff. “Do you want to talk about it?” Oh boy
“Harry, no offense cause I think we need to stick together at this new school and all, but after, well last year, your one of the last people I want to talk with about my problems.” She said in a tone that said, “Thanks for asking, but piss off.”
I told you not to ask her you git. Look what happened. “Cho, look I am really sorry if I was insen…” Harry tried to apologize but was cut off by Cho.
“Oh, look theirs the bulletin board where we are supposed to sign up for classes.” She said.
Harry knew Cho had interrupted his apology and changed the subject on purpose .What annoyed Harry the most about this was not the sudden realization that there was still a large rift between the two of them that they left unsaid. What annoyed Harry the most was the fact that this rift bothered him. I decided this last year. I do not care about Cho Chang anymore. Err I think.
“Man, they sure do offer a lot of… umm interesting classes.” Harry said scratching his head while Cho laughed in bewilderment.
Advanced Classes offered by Sultras’s School of Sorcery.
Wand art- Prof Stimple
History of Sorcery- Prof. Oldman
Marinemagicology- Prof. Gutin
Occlumency / legimecy- Prof. Pyre
Dueling- Prof. Pyre
Fungology- Prof. Spore
Poisons and Antidotes- Madam Vesuvius
Magiatonomy- Prof. Splice
Apperaters training- Prof. Splice
Advanced Divination- Prof Mooch
Advanced Wandwork- Prof- Hanover
Must choose 6
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October 30th, 2003, 6:22 am
A/N i know harry and cho r in different years but i decide since they've never ben offered these classes before and are of about equal magis caliber it didn't matter
“Shoot, how I am supposed to choose between a bunch of classes I’ve never heard of.” Harry said to fill the uncomfortable silence that was spreading between Harry and Cho. The comment was more to himself than to her.
Cho however bit her lip in anticipation and nervously glanced at Harry with her with her golden brown eyes. “We should signup for a few classes together, that way if it sucks, at least we’ll know someone.” She said.
It was a tactic he was familiar with as Ron and Harry used to decide their classes but Harry merely stared at her. ‘What the blood hell’ he thought, ‘this girl changes her attitude towards me faster than a firebolt. First she likes me, Than she hates me, then she apologizes, then she flips on me for asking her what’s wrong and suddenly she wants to sign up for lessons with me. This is giving me a headache.’
“Or if you don’t want lessons with me that’s fine too, I guess.” As she fiercely scribbled her name down next to six classes.
Harry’s brain suddenly clicked back into listing mode and comprehend what Cho had just got done saying. “No, no Cho I’d really like to take classes with you.” He said earnestly. She stared at with a strange look on his face. He probably deserved this for going into a long mental lapse right in the middle of their conversation. “Sorry I blanked out there.’ he said feeling very embarrassed and awkward. “I was just a bit confused.”
“Confused about what?” Cho asked, her furrowed brow relaxing again.
Harry very much wanted to tell her he was confused by her annoying erratic disposition towards him but something in his head told him not to. ‘I just don’t want to make her mad.’ he told himself, but he knew that was only part of the reason. “Oh, nothing.” he said smiling lightly “nevermind.”
“O.K.” she said, “I’ll choose three classes and you pick three.”
“Alright.” Harry replied indifferently.
Cho’s face looked down the class list and broke into a contagious smile. She chose to take marinemagicology, advanced wandwork and to surprisingly dueling. Even if Harry found her unpredictable and slightly grudge holding, there was something attractive about the eagerness Cho showed towards dueling.
“Are those classes alright.” She asked tucking her long black hair neatly behind her ear.
“Yea, great, I’m just surprised you picked dueling.”
“Well even with those… negative occurrences last year, some of the good in you still rubbed of on me.”
For some reason it annoyed Harry when Cho talked about last year. ‘You just don’t want to think about your old friends from last year.’ He told himself. ‘But those aren’t the only memories from last year I want to forget.’ He thought glancing at Cho as she waited expectantly for him to make his decision on courses.
He chose poisons and antidotes because he needed an advanced potions class if he wanted to be an auror. Wand art because he was indifferent and Cho had expressed interest. And after much debate occlumency and legimency. He wasn’t sure if he should because he at all costs did not want to sit in class with Cho getting his mind probed, but at the same time remembered how Voldemort had taken advantage of his week mind and used it against him.
Two hours later they had survived and actually enjoyed their first period at Sultra’s. Even if it was just wand art this seemed like a good omen for the rest of Harry’s classes and Harry began to relax about things. Next period though was O&L (occlumency and legimency) and it would prove to be anything but relaxing.
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November 5th, 2003, 5:28 am
This chapter has a little different flavour but was fun to write an cotains a few hints
Chapter 18: O and L
“Where do we go now?” Harry asked as he exited the wand art room trying in vain to rub a large blue paint stain off the front of his robes. “Ah, eff it, Scourgify.” In a Cool refreshing breeze his robes were instantly cleaned.
“Hmm...” Cho murmured as she pulled out the schedule. “It says meet Professor Iona Pyre under the front columns at 10:30. Shoot! Harry that was three minutes ago.’ She grabbed his hand and sprinted in the direction of the front door.
“Yikes, I thought we were going to be late.” Cho said as they found a small group of students clustered under the massive white marble.
The words had barely left her mouth when a skinny witch stepped out from around the column. She stood silently and peered momentarily at Cho. The witch had large grey eyes that showed little emotion and she used them like daggers as she stared before breaking the weird silence. “Well normally I’m harsh on punishment, but since is your first day at the academy and I know your excuse of directional ignorance is honest, nothing will be done in regards for the lack of punctuality, however don’t let it happen again or Anaxos will YET again get of to a dismal start.”
Cho never even responded she merely continued to stare into the witches eyes before blushing in front of the class and sinking back behind Harry.
“Continuing on.” said the witch as she turned walking exposing the class to her long brown hair that hung below her waist. “I’m your occlumecy and legimency instructor Professor Gwennifer Pyre. I intend to teach you the subtle art of exploring the interior of the human mind.”
Harry vaguely wondered if Prof Pyre was friends with Snape. Although Harry could tell that she did not have the same loathing for students that Snape did but this speech she was giving was already eerie and intimidating enough to make that **** potions master proud.
Pyre went on “O and L have long been unfairly categorized into the bogus branches of magic. But unlike divination and the others I can sternly tell you that this by no means guess work or hoaxing and once felt is undeniable. As I am sure one of this classes’ number could tell you.”
The Professor never turned around as she led the class down the path but Harry could feel her looking not at him but in him. It was not at all like when Snape attempted to delve into Harry’s mind. She was not invasive and did not attempt access to Harry’s private thoughts. Instead it was like a personal and individual greeting. He knew she was talking about him in her reference and she seemed to have a great interest in Harry. But not the same ‘boy who lived’ interest like everyone else it was defiantly different. Impalpable, but different. Then it was gone and she continued talking to the class while leading them still further down the path into the islands rolling hills.
“If any of you are curious about me, I am from Skallowfax, Cornwall. So yes I am English though not entirely proud of it. I attended an English magic and began teaching hear eleven years ago. My hobbies include dueling, a strange addiction to muggle football (soccer) and the finely tuned science of prank retaliation.” She said smiling now letting her initial intimidating barrier collapse.
Harry could have sworn he saw her give him a small wink after her last comment but he did not have time to think on it as Cho nudged him in the ribs and whispered excitedly into his ear “Did you feel it?”
“The professor in you head. It was weird when we were late she kind of looked into my mind to see if we really had a good excuse. It was weird and when she realized we were the new students she said it was OK and she sorta made me feel welcome.” Cho whispered in a scared but impressed whisper.
“Ya I felt her.” Harry replied “I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“Ya.” Cho whispered. Growing ever more exited in this revolution that someone could enter her mind. “I wonder who the student is that’s already experienced O and L.”
“Me too.” Harry lied, knowing full well that Professor Pyre was referring to him. He was hesitant to reveal his to Cho.
The path they were walking took a sharp turn and climbed a steep hill. After a brief climb it peeked and standing in the middle was a Neolithic stone circle that looked like a miniature Stonehenge. “This is my class room.” Pyre said “Though not conveniently close to the school it is ideal for the subject into which you are about to embark.”
Hey theres a chapie for you sorry fo the wait to my few readers writers block.
Any ways thanks a bunch and keep reviewing
November 10th, 2003, 6:27 am
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Chapter 19: Mistakes and misunderstandings
The announcement for quidditch tryouts had been made at lunch Which is why at five o’clock Harry and Dean Thomas slowly walked through Sultra’s in their old Gryffindor quidditch uniforms carrying brooms. But Harry didn’t have the elated feeling he usually did before quidditch. In truth he was downright gloomy.
“This royally sucks.” Harry blurted out
“What does?” Dean asked looking over at Harry.
“Oh, err…” Harry hadn’t meant to say anything. But he couldn’t stop brooding on what had happened in O and L today and it had just come out. “Err, having to tryout for quidditch again.” Harry lied not wanting to disclose the real reason of his outburst to Dean.
It was not that O and L had gone poorly as a class. In fact Harry thought Prof Pyre had the potential to be really interesting, or at least one hindered times better than Snape had been. The problem with O and L came from a situation that Harry would have fancied last year.
Pyre had proceeded to tell the class what would be expected in her subject next year and informed them of the risk involved in O and L. “To combat the dangerous of my subject, each of you will be working in pairs for the year. But pick your partner carefully because you will learn more about this person than you’d ever want to, so you better make it someone you trust.” When Pyre had said this Harry knew he was in for trouble.
Harry could feel Cho’s eyes on him asking him to be his partner but Harry tried to ignore this and looked in vain around the room hoping to catch someone’s eye. No such luck.
She was the last person Harry wanted in his head. ‘What if she saw how I felt about her last year? Or worse what if Cho figured out how I feel about her this year.’ Harry thought. ‘No that’s impossible; I don’t even know how I feel about her anymore.’ But Harry knew he was lying to himself.
“Know your partners by next lesson.” Professor Pyre had called after them when the lesson was over.
It was really bittersweet Harry thought to have Cho walking next to him. Even in with his denied feelings for her he enjoyed her company. But he knew the inevitable question was coming up. “Harry” Cho started quietly. “Do you wanna be partners with me this year in O and L?”
This was the best and worst dilemma Harry had ever been in. ‘I just need to say no really carefully and this won’t be a problem.’ Harry thought. “Cho I don’t really think tha…” But he was cut off.
Cho’s shoulders hunched. “Yea Harry your probably right.” She said trying desperately to keep her composure. ‘I guess we’ve proven that were not compatible.” Cho continued trying in vain to smile but it was choked and her eyes were watery.
“No Cho it’s not that.” Harry tried to sound comforting but he was a little down that she had said they weren’t compatible. “It’s just…” But he stopped when he saw tears were silently falling down her face. “Cho please don’t cry.” Harry began feeling genuinely sorry.
“Oh, that’s right. Cho said wiping her still watering eyes. “That’s what you hate about me isn’t it? Human hosepipe, isn’t that what you think of me? Or was it cry baby?” She said in a quiet, harsh anger.
“No Cho, you don’t understand.”
“No Harry, you don’t understand. I’m just gunna come flat out and say it. When you called me those names last year for crying it hurt and I fixed it. I came to terms with Cedric’s death. But then the train incident happened. ALL my friends were killed Harry, and still I swore I wouldn’t cry in front of you. And now you’re almost the only thing close to a friend I have left, and you don’t even think enough of me to be my partner.” Cho had then quickly stormed off to the Anaxos common room leaving Harry to brood on the ill-fated conversation all day.
An escape from these thoughts Harry had hoped would come during quidditch tryouts, but as he made is way to the pitch his head was still full of one thing and it didn’t help matters that she would also be trying out for the team.
“Hello everyone. I already know most of you but for those of you who I haven’t met yet I’m Mandisa Aniska and I’m the captain of the Anaxos quidditch team.” Mandisa gave all the prospective players a smile and even gave Harry a wink in her large McGonagall like manner. “These two gentlemen next to be are Crag Brooks and Brook Crags. They’re our beaters. Two Girthy boys who spoke in thick Australian accents and both wore shirts that read PLAY RUGBY, nodded solemnly. “I play seeker.”
“WHAT!?” two people simultaneously blurted out. Harry looked over at Cho who also had her mouth hanging open. Neither of them had planned on this.
“I play seeker.” Mandisa repeated. “This is why the three positions open for this year’s squad are for chaser.”
Thus concludes another chap. hope you enjoed it cause thats why i write.
November 13th, 2003, 6:07 am
Oy! this chap is one of my favorites so i hope yall like it. watch out for mild vulgarities.
Chapter 20: The Wonders of Tension
The quaffle felt sp out of place in Harry’s hands. They hadn’t even started tryouts yet but it felt so foreign to him.
The tryout began with basic passing skills as the hopefuls flew into the air and passed the quaffle amongst each other. Harry passed the ball nicely to Dean, who chucked it to a small girl, who bobbled it before passing to Cho Who threw it as hard as she possible could at Harry. Harry managed to hold onto it as it thudded painfully into his stomach. So that’s how its gunna be.
The tryout continued into goal scoring, flying skills and bludger evasion and while some 25 hopefuls showed moments of brilliance it was clear that the real contention was between Harry and Cho who were flying at amazing skill in attempt only to show the other up. Harry was almost certain he had beaten Cho in flying skills and goal scoring but her bludger evasion was not to be screwed with.
Two hours later Harry panted as he jumped of his broom, feeling fairly well about his tryout, but was pissed that he’d completely schooled Ferris Ratty, the Anaxos keeper only to miss his shot over the top. He also had a new respect for Australians as Brook and Crag had very nearly decapitated hi on numerous occasions.
“All right tryouts are over, we’ll let you guys know shortly.” Mandisa said smiling in a slightly downcast way.
Harry turned to leave but Mandisa put her vise grip on his shoulder holding him back.
“Harry can I have a word with you.”
Harry turned around to see that Cho had already been rounded up by Brooks and Crags. “Sure no problem.”
Mandisa began “I’m not going to BS you two. You guys are on the team. Congratulations.”
“Thank you” Harry and Cho both replied not trying to sound to relived.
“You two both really impressed me with your flying.” She said still very complimentary before turning into an ice queen. “But if you two don’t sort out that little flying feud s**t, like you pulled today I’m going two I’m going two magic your asses into next week. Got me?”
“Yes.” Both replied sincerely but still refusing to look the other in the eye.
“Good, Now I am thinking about taking Dean Thomas, any opinions?”
“Dean was a reserve on my house team. He has a lot of potential.”
“Good.” Mandisa replied. “Cause if I watch Vasco Muerez and those effing Haverthorn chasers whip our *** again. I’m going to hurt something.”
“Ahh Mandisa.” A voice ripe with cheesy Spanish accent said from behind the bleachers. “Was that a compliment? No I must have been mistaken, cause everyone knows that MANLY Mandisa Does not give out compliments to anyone, except (He went into a terribly accurate imitation of Mandisa as he stepped out flanked by what Harry first thought to be an Army of half trolls, but then recognized them as the Haverhtorn quidditch team.) “Come on Anaxos we almost had it. We only lost by 160 points.”
“Vasco, why don’t you and the rest of our crappy team go and fondle each others...” But Crags never finished his insult as Vasco whipped out his wand and began pointing it threateningly at his throat.
“My crappy team? Oh, is that the same crappy team that crushed you by 160 point? No it couldn’t be the same crappy team that has won the quidditch cup 5 years straight could it?”
“Piss off.” Cho said taking vicious initiative and pulling out her own wand.
“Oh cute Mandisa, you’ve got yourself half a new chaser.” He said laughing at Cho’s height.
“Actually we have three new chasers Muerez .” Mandisa spat back.
“Oh it’s Harold.” Vasco said turning on Harry “Yes HE told me all about you in training. HE said that you suck at quidditch even when you’re not being possessed by your scar.” Then vasco laughed as he saw the words penetrate Harry’s brain.
“You bast…” But Harry never got the chance to attack Vasco as someone else’s hand had already slapped him across the face.
Vasco rubbed the red print were Cho’s hand had landed. He stared at her for a moment then CRUC!… he stopped halfway through putting Cho under the torture curse and laughed as he saw her flinch in horror and anticipation of the upcoming pain. Then with a smug look on his face he walked away.
“We better destroy Haverthorn this year.”
OOOOOOOOOOOOOh! Who is this mysterious HE refered to by Vasco?and what will happen in the next O and L? I amnot sure either but Ill have it figured out by next post.
November 18th, 2003, 5:32 am
CHELSEA! the coolest team period.
Chapter 21: Process of elimination
Harry was amazed how far he was ahead in some subjects and how far he was behind in others. Harry found that no matter he despised Snape his potions levels were well beyond the rest of the class, and on the same token no matter how much Harry liked Hagrid, he was totally shocked after he had been introduced to the world of marinemagicology.
“Merlin, I am never going swimming again.” Harry blurted out as he, Dean and Cho left class.
Professor Gutin a crazed little man from Tierra Del Fuigo had supplied the class with what very well could have been the blastended skrewts of the ocean.
“That was nutsos.” Dean agreed. “Thank god we don’t have any homework yet. Was Oliver this crazy cause Mandisa doesn’t run practice, she runs death camp!”
Harry had to admit that even though Oliver and Cho had been quidditch nazi’s in their obsession with winning, they had been an uncommon bunch. But here at Sutra’s, quidditch was the holy of holies and nothing was more highly debated in the quidditch gossip world than the potential of the new Warters.
Kids were son enthused with the house team that there were regular crowds at practice. And even now bets for the upcoming quidditch match, Haverthorn versus Crivelin could be heard throughout the halls.
And although Harry was sure Oliver’s practices were harder Mandisa beet him on sheer number. Not a night went bye that Harry was not playing and he, Cho and Dean twice had fallen asleep in the common room to tired to even finish the trek to their dorms.
“Who do we have next?” Dean asked
“Well we have O & L” Cho replied.
“****,” Dean muttered “That means I am all alone in Divination. This teacher is even more nutters than Trelawny.”
“Is that possible?” Harry asked laughing.
“Trelawny was an old fraud. She told me I was going to be the tallest student in my grade. If she ever made a real prediction about someone life I’ll kiss that creature we just saw in marinemagicology.” Cho said also giggling.
“She made one real prediction about someone’s life.” Harry muttered to himself as he and Cho made their way towards the front door.
“Nothing. Nothing” Harry lied not thinking Cho could have heard what he said.
“No you said something about Trelawny accurately predicting someone’s life.” Cho persisted.
“No you misheard me.”
“Come on Harry the least you can do is trust me.’ Cho continued looking hurt
“Err…” But Harry was spared for the time being by the emergence of professor Pyre.
As they made their way to the ruins on the hilltop Harry wondered if Cho still wanted to be his O & L partner. ‘No he reassured himself she wouldn’t after last time.’ Harry reassured himself.
True to his hopes Cho had not approached Harry about being partners again. But she never had to.
“Well by process of elimination Cho and Harry I suppose you two will have to work together this year.” Prof Pyre said her eyes twinkling almost enjoying the drama.
Harry looked at Cho and saw that she did not look pleased the way it at turned out, but at the same time she wasn’t complaining.
Little did he know that Cho’s curiosity had been sparked by his mentioning of an accurate Trelawny prophecy and the curiosity of a Ravenclaw was not to be messed with. Cho was already planning to use legimency to find a little more about Harry than Prof Pyre would like. This was exactly what Harry was afraid of.
Ther ya go. snoopy Cho doesn't know any better but harry has a skeleton and a half in his closet that she doesn't know about. Whats gunna happen?
November 21st, 2003, 6:30 am
Chapter 22: Open Access
“Everyone ready?” Prof Pyre’s crystalline voice called as the partners faced each other.
Harry stared at Cho in a nervous anticipation “Ready?” he lipped.
She gave him a small unnerving smile and nodded.
He readied his wand to cast the legimens. This was the first time he would be probing the mind of someone else. (I know he got in Snapes mind but that really wasn’t on purpose.)
“On three, one, and two three…”
“Legimens” The class shouted in unison.
Harry could only describe the experience as unnerving. It was really quite similar to traveling by port key, with the exception that only his mind was jerked forward out of his skull and he found himself looking at a jumbled collection of images that could only be Cho’s memories. Suddenly on image grew cleared and the others faded into the back round.
“Cho was 12 and she had just heard the terrible news that she had not made the Ravenclaw quidditch team this year. “I’m sorry your just too young and too little.” An ugly looking girl was saying as she nonchalantly as she polished her captain badge. The image faded out but just as quickly another took its place.
She was standing in the great hall staring at Marietta Edgecombe in disbelief. “What have you done?” She asked feeling betrayed. “You sold me out. I thought we were friends, what the hell?” Marietta replied with Venom “Shut up Cho, you only joined in the first place to hit on Scar head.”
“You bit… This image also faded back into the roar of memories. Now Cho was 14 and was visiting her father’s for the first time since her parents had divorced. Her Mom had never supplied her with a reason for the split and as Cho entered her Dad’s house for the first time it seemed totally out of character. The interior was painted in midnight black adorned with a red so dark it looked suspiciously like dried blood. The walls were adorned with the heads of house elves and on the fireplace mantle was a giant tone serpent carved around a ruby skull. “Dad, what did you do to the house?” she asked but he merely ignored Cho.
Thunk! A large textbook labeled ‘O & L a masters guide’ connected squarely with Harry’s jaw. Cho stood across the room panting heavily, her eyes wide. “You weren’t supposed to see that! That’s private.”
“Ah the problem with legimency” professor Pyre said to Cho from across the room. “Is that privacy is non existent.”
Harry massaged his jaw. He knew Cho was not acting out of anger when she had hurled the book at him; it was simply the only means she could accomplish from keeping Harry out of her mind. “Cho, I should have stopped, sorry.”
“Don’t be.” She replied. “You were following instructions. It was nothing personal.” Cho said this in a perfectly innocent nature but Harry desperately hoped she wasn’t justifying what she was going to do on her turn as the legimens.
‘Blank mind, blank mind, blank mind.’ Harry told himself repeatedly as he waited for Cho to take her turn probing his thoughts.
“One, two, three!” pyre shouted for the second time.
Harry saw Cho cast the spell and it seemed to hurtle towards him in slow motion. ‘Blank min, blank mind.’ The spell hit him with little to no affect. Harry could feel Cho inside his mind searching for a memory, anything. But his empty mind held true and Harry saw Cho starring at him across the room looking in awe at the way she had been driven out of his mind. But the look only lasted a second as again she shouted the legimens, this time catching Harry completely off guard.
I was far too late for the empty mind trick now and she had access to his memories.
Sorry kind of a short chapie so my next post is gunna be a continuation, and an effing sweet one at that.
November 23rd, 2003, 7:56 am
Chapter 22 continued
She was searching for something. Despite Cho’s inexperience in legilemency Harry could feel her rummaging around in his mind choosing some of his strongest memories at random searching for something.
Harry was standing beside a lake with Hermione Granger. Watching a hoard of dark slimy dementors descend upon a group of unconscious students on the opposite shore. Harry was growing more and more impatient waiting for someone to show up out of the woods and help them. Then suddenly a look of understanding flashed across his face and he cast a spell that sent a large silver stag hurtling at the dementors. When Harry had been in Cho’s mind he had let her memories come to him at random but she was deliberately searching.
Harry was 14 and had just entered the Gryffindor common room looking very crestfallen as he sunk into a large chair across from Ron Weasely who was complaining about being turned down by some veela to a dance. But Harry had his own problems as he confessed that he too had been turned down. Cho seemed to realize where this memory was going for she quickly sought a new one.
This time she found her mark. It was last year and Harry was sitting in Dumbledore’s office in deep conversation his face was riddled with emotion. Then the headmaster placed his wand to his head and extracted a thin silvery substance into a runic bowl. He then prodded the substance rose up and began to take shape of a person. Cho immediately recognized as the young form of her old fraud Divination teacher Prof Trelawney. It then began to speak as if in a trance.
“THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES…”
‘Sh*t! I can’t let Cho see this I have to get her out of there.’ Harry thought but he didn’t have to. Cho stopped the legilimens a little more than half way through the prophesy.
Harry wanted nothing more than to be furious with Cho, to tell her to quit screwing with his life and to leave things the hell alone, but he couldn’t. He watched her as she sank to her put her hand to her mouth in shock as her soft brown eyes were wide with shock. “Neither can live while the other survives, Oh my God.” She mouthed to herself. “I… I shouldn’t have… I didn’t know.” Cho stumbled too unnerved to talk correctly.
“It’s alright, no one does.” He replied
“No… but, it was none of my business and you had every right to be angry with me and… I am so sorry.”
Across the class the corners of Prof Pyre’s moth turned upward ever so slightly satisfied by the drama.
Hey thanks to all of you that recently reviewd my fic. you guys are the absolute coolest. anyways this is just the continuation of the last chapie.
December 2nd, 2003, 6:28 am
Sorry fo not posting for forever. my stupid PC crashed. AAARGH!!! I despise my computor. any ways this is long overdue.
Chapter 23: Silence and Anticipation
It had been a two weeks since the incident in O and L and things were starting to shape up at Sultra’s. Harry was beginning to fall into the groove of his school work and he had even started to make some friends at the academy outside Dean and Cho. Although he still spent the greater portion of his time with them.
Spending time with Cho however did not quite entail the same things it had before “the incident.” Whenever he was around her, she constantly was opening and closing her mouth but not saying anything, like there was some giant revelation stuck inside her, that she didn’t quite have the nerve to reveal, or the know how to begin. Even if a spoken agreement hadn’t been made their finally was a small bridge of understanding between the two.
No where was this new found connection more profound than the quidditch pitch. Even if Harry, Cho and Dean didn’t always get along perfectly off the field, their common back round as “Warters” seemed to almost communicate telepathically.
“What happened?” Mandisa asked in the locker room as the team changed out of mud splattered robes after a long cold practice.
“Whadya mean?” Dean asked.
“To be honest you three chasers were sort of an inter house joke. But know frankly you guys look like you might actually knot us a few goals against Crivelin this weekend.” Mandisa said bluntly.
“What kind of inter-house joke?” Harry asked.
“Mainly that ******* Vasco. He will not shut up about what is going to be his ‘record breaking season.’ And he keeps saying that some informant from Hogwarts has told him every thing he needs to do to crush you. I believe Vasco’s direct quote was “I’m gunna ride Potter to the ground, score enough goals to make your keeper cry and, if all goes good, get that other chasers phone number.”
“I thought Vasco was checking me out! CREEPY!” Dean joked knowing that the phone number comment was in reference to Cho.
Everyone laughed. But then Cho looked serious. “He better not ask me for my number cause if he does I may have to barrow the beaters.”
Harry woke up the following Saturday, when a pillow hit him square in the face.
“WHATTHEHECK!” He grumbled as the room slowly swam back into focus.
Dean was standing over him already dressed in his quidditch robes. “Harry wake up mate.”
“What time is it?”
“7:45, common get up.”
“But the match doesn’t start until 11:00!”
Dean still persistently tore Harry out of bed and shoved Harry the black quiddtich robes. “Well Harry” he said “Please come with me, I am nervous out of my pants. At Hogwarts I was only a reserve and this is my first match. Come on your like a seasoned pro I need some pointers.”
“Fine. We’ll go get something to eat. But let me shower first.” Harry took his time in the shower enjoying the scalding water as it bubbled around him. Then proceeding with the superstitious ritual he carried out before every Quidditch match he changed into his uniform carefully. Then he got up and looked in the mirror.
“Wow!” Harry said to himself. The solid black and onyx Anaxos robes seemed to transform him. His skin looked almost ghost-like underneath his jet black hair and his green eyes looked piercing.
Dean and Harry were among the first to enter the great hall, but in a matter of minutes the rest of the team joined them. As they ate Dean could barely hold his fork straight, and as much as Harry tried to be comforting he too could feel the butterflies digging in his stomach. The rest of the team was fairing little better. Cho was biting her lip so often her teeth were imprinted in it and Mandisa was muttering some sort of pep talk to herself.
“Oh is Potty getting a little queasy?” a slimy voice came from behind.
“Shut up Draco…” Harry paused as he whipped around to find Vasco giving a large sinister smile full of yellow rotting teeth. Vasco had sounded exactly like Draco. “Where did you learn that name?” Harry asked.
Vasco just smiled wider. “Oh, I know a lot more about you than you’d think.” Then he laughed, “Good luck today. You’re gunna need it.”
The team tried to regain focus, but as the great hall buzzed in anticipation it was impossible.
“I can’t take this,” Mandisa said standing up. “Arrows, to the pitch!”
The team burst out the large front doors flanked by sea of black. AS the Anaxos house followed its team towards the field.
Well that complets my latest Chapie. stay tuned for the match.
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