I know I haven't updated in like.... ever. I'm sorry. I only really write
when I feel like it, otherwise it isn't fun, and I have also been into
Diablo II lately. If anyone is familiar with the game, I just got an
Annhilus Charm tonight. Isn't that so f'n cool! Alright, here we go.
I like Dragons
Oh! Pop quiz, I'd like to know what gender people think I am. I think its interesting to hear guesses.
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Parvati was more or less dragging Harry towards the Ravenclaw common room, and when they finally arrived, she gave another exited squeal and hugged him tight. Turning around, she knocked on the statue of Merlin's knee three times, said she needed to speak to Padma, and turned around with an anxious look in her eyes.
"So what made you change your mind, Harry? I thought you said you needed a week or two?" she asked.
Harry smiled down on her, slightly shocked at how much he towered over her from his magical growth spurt. Although he only shot up perhaps four inches, up to 5'9" or so, the diminutive Indian girl was only 5"6", and he was now taller than her. "The last couple of days have been weirder than you could possibly imagine. But I remembered a couple of years ago, you agreed to go to the Yule Ball with me, and even after I had been a total and utter ass to you, you still were friendly to me. That sounds like someone who I could see myself with, and if your sister is anything like you, and you are both okay with this..., then the more the merrier."
The statue they were standing in front of seemed to turn to a liquid state, before spiraling out into a liquid stone ring, the center of which being the entrance/exit to the Ravenclaw commons. Padma, looking very good to Harry, stepped out before the statue assumed its normal form.
She had been looking back at the room, then down her blouse to make sure that she hadn't any lint or the like on her, so when she finally looked up and saw not only her twin sister, but Harry as well, she sputtered in shock for a moment.
Harry, however, wasn't really paying attention. "The things you Ravenclaws do...." he whispered under his breath, still amazed even after all this time at the ingenuity that can be applied into magic.
"Harry," he heard, and looked down to see Padma looking up at him from her sister's side. "What is going on? Why are you here with Patty?"
"Is there somewhere we can go to talk?" He responded, clearly not wanting to have what promised to be a long, drawn-out talk in the middle of the hall in a very crowded school.
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Ten minutes later, they found themselves in the Room of Requirement, chatting to each other over cups of tea, when a window shimmered into existence overlooking their table. They stopped, not really registering what happened, when the window opened and an exhausted looking Hedwig flew through, landing roughly on Harry's shoulder after ricocheting off of the side of Padma's head.
She extended her leg, with a letter attached, and wobbled precariously in the process. Harry quickly removed the letter, before slipping it into his robe pocket and taking his first friend into his arms. Her eyes half closed, she gave a half-hearted hoot and fell asleep.
Harry looked up at the faces of the girls, and was puzzled when they looked worried. "What's the matter with you two?" he asked.
"Is she all right, Harry?" Patty whispered, seemingly afraid to speak louder.
"She's fine, just exhausted. She's damn proud of herself, though. Can't you tell?"
The girls looked at him blankly. "What do you mean, can't you tell?" Padma finally asked, pulling a white feather out of her hair and looking at it with a bewildered disgust.
"You know, how wizards and witches can tell how their owl is feeling, and their emotions and such. Oh, I guess it is MY owl, how would you be able to tell?" he half told them, half muttered to himself.
"Harry, are you feeling okay? I've never heard of anyone being able to understand their familiars, do you need to get some sleep or something?"
"Well, yea, I guess I must. I have to bring Hedwig to the owlry, she's exhausted. I'll see you two at supper?" he asked standing up. They told him they would, and that being said, they made their way in three separate directions.
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Harry gently put the snowy owl on a perch, gave her a soft touch to the side of her head, whispering a 'good night' to her. He looked around the owlry, noting that he could just tell how the other owls were feeling. Some were exhausted, like Hedwig, others were anxious to go do something, _anything_, having not been able to deliver in so long. Yet others were bitter, brooding in the corners. He had never thought it an unnatural thing, just that it was a normal part of being magical. Perhaps there were more things that he had taken for granted that other wizards couldn't do......
Harry felt somehow, accepted here, without any of the preconceived notions that the student body had for him, one way or another. Harry crouched down for a split second, before leaping strait up to balance perfectly on one of the long perches that ran across the room, the floor being at least ten feet below him now. He sat back on his haunches, lowering his center of balance, and a few owls came to perch beside him, for no other reason than to just be there.
Pulling the letter out of his pocket, he turned it over in his hand reading the simple yet elegant dark purple handwriting on the outside of the scroll. Unrolling it, he saw that it was a short letter from Fleur.
Dear Harry,
I will meet you, Saturday at noon, at the Hog's Head Inn. I am sorry, but Gabrielle is attending Beauxbatons and will not be able to attend. I sincerely hope that I will be able to help you with whatever it is that you need.
Until Saturday,
Fleur.
Harry let out a breath he didn't even realize he had been holding. He had only a few days to wait until he could get some real answers. He held the letter in his hand, concentrating and bringing up angry memories, trying to begin training himself with his new powers. The letter burst into a purple flame, and he let go. The letter was ash before it hit the floor.
He stretched his arms, taking in a deep breath of air, and noticed that unlike the stagnant, unventilated floor area below, up here with all the windows it was actually.... pleasant. Harry made a mental note to come here when he needed to clear his head, before he hopped off the perch, dropped the ten feet to the ground and walked out of the room without even pausing.
He made his way to his next class, Transfiguration, still elated that he was going to be receiving help on Saturday. He stopped just outside the door, however, realizing just what day today happened to be.
Tuesday.
He walked in just before the gong sounded, and made his way to his seat, deep in thought. Professor McGonagall stared at him, about to say something, when he looked up and made eye contact with her. Her face immediately softened, and she went about putting up the diagrams and incantations associated with today's project on her blackboard.
"Today, we will be focusing on detail and creativity in your transfigurations. What you will be attempting to do is to transfigure the pebble in front of you into an ornate chair. It is vitally important that you concentrate hard on each detail you want to add, and keep them all in the forefront of your imagination as you cast the spell. Today's work will not only be graded on how complete your transfiguration is, but on the level of detail, the complexity of that detail, and how much imagination you put into it."
The entire class, save for a few, were gaping at her. "WELL?!? Don't just sit there with your mouths open, begin!
The class moved as one, setting their pebbles on the floor and concentrating on the details they wanted to apply. Harry closed his eyes, and in his mind's vision an ivory throne appeared, with vines, leaves, and flowers encompassing the arms and sides in silver and gold latticework. The top of the back had a phoenix with its wings spread perched upon it, reveling in its own glory. The phoenix itself was made from ivory and onyx, portraying a more lifelike model, and to accentuate this point, the magical bird's head would turn and look, sometimes preening itself. Other times, the wings would contract and ruffle a little before spreading them again, as though it was uncomfortable to hold them out all of the time.
The same onyx ran down the back of the chair, intermingling with the ivory, creating an awe-inspiring scene of a castle with a moon behind it, not a silhouette, but a very detailed depiction of Hogwarts at nighttime. Small emeralds lined the borders of the chair, on all six sides, and a plump golden seat lay where it should for comfort.
The image firmly in mind, he spoke the incantation perfectly, projecting the flawless throne he had envisioned into reality. He felt slightly drained afterwards, so he plopped himself down in his new chair and observed the rest of the class.
No one had had as much success as he, and he wanted to just crawl into a corner and hide for he knew the attention that he was going to get as soon as McGonagall turned around from chastising Ron, who's chair was still stony and mostly circular.
He looked to his left, and saw that Hermione's attempt was much better than Ron's, yet not as good as his. Her chair was a simple wood, with an open back and a few strips of wood for support in the middle of it. It looked like something you'd find at a church bake sale to sit and gossip in. Said creator of the chair was currently looking at Harry with a mixed look of awe and jealousy.
McGonagall did eventually turn around to check on the rest of the class. Once her eyes landed on Harry, sprawled out in his 'chair', she muttered an "Oh, my" before doing more of a fall than a sit into Ron's spherical stone seat.
"Mr. Potter...... I..... "Words failed her, and Harry was cringing. "I think you pass, Mr. Potter."
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Harry settled down into his seat at the Gryffindor Table for supper, extremely famished for he had missed lunch that day and had a really early breakfast. On either side of him sat the twins, across sat Ginny and Hermione. He had said hello and gave a chaste kiss on the cheek of each twin, making Hermione's, Ginny's, and Ron's (who had been passing by to sit on the other end of the table) eyebrows shoot dramatically upward and their jaws to drop. Ron, not taking his eyes off from Harry, backed up a few spaces and sat down next to Ginny, on the other side from Hermione.
"Something you want to tell us mate?" Ron asked, not believing what he was seeing, even through his knowledge of Harry's new skills.
Harry said "Depends Ron, are you speaking to me again?" as he scanned the Great Hall, seeing the same shell shocked look on half the people in the room. He looked over to the professor's table, then did a double take when he saw Dumbledore sitting quite happily in the throne he had created in Transfiguration only a few hours earlier.
He leaned over the table frantically whispering to Hermione. "Hermione, guess what Dumbledore is sitting in right this very second!"
Hermione sat up straight, and as casually as she could, turned to look at the Headmaster. When she saw Harry's chair, she put her head to the table and laughed quietly into her hand.
"What's so funny?" was said in stereo to Harry (courtesy of the twins), who gestured for the six of them to lean over, giving them a modicum of privacy. "Do you guys see Dumbledore's new chair? I made that in Transfiguration today."
The twins and Ginny, the only ones having not seen it yet, looked up, before their eyes widened and turned awed gazes back to the Veela.
"You made that, Harry? Out of what?" Padma finally managed to get out.
"The assignment was to make an ornate chair out of a pebble."
"No, seriously, what did you use to make it?"
"That's what I used, what's wrong?" and Hermione backed him up with a nod and a puzzled look.
"_Harry_" she began, "Not only is stone very hard to transfigure, but changing anything into other stones and gems takes more power than most school students have. So, for the last time, what really happened?"
Harry sat back with an annoyed look. Why does no one ever believe him when unexpected things happen? "I used a pebble, Padma." He leaned back in to the circle, with the conspiratorial air of a secret-teller around him. "And I'll tell you how."
He looked over the circle for effect, seeing if anyone was eavesdropping, and lowered his head again. He glanced backwards quickly, before stating "I'm Harry Potter, the only reason I'm still alive is because I'm capable of the impossible."
Ginny, Hermione, and Ron groaned and leaned back, used to his barely noticeable sarcasm by now. The twins, who had spent considerably less time with him, just sat and stared at him. Harry knew that he shouldn't enjoy locking up people's cortexes like that, but it was just too much fun to pull one over on people.
While the Patil's gears were grinding, trying to process the new information, the other four had a strained conversation, what with Hermione and Ron not speaking to each other.
"Ron, we need to have a chat. But not tonight, I've had quite enough stress today already. I'm gonna wake you up early for breakfast, okay?"
Ron nodded, still clearly upset, but at least not angry anymore.
Harry gave the girls another chaste kiss on their cheeks, and rose, needing to speak with Dumbledore about Fleur's letter.
I like Dragons
Oh! Pop quiz, I'd like to know what gender people think I am. I think its interesting to hear guesses.
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Parvati was more or less dragging Harry towards the Ravenclaw common room, and when they finally arrived, she gave another exited squeal and hugged him tight. Turning around, she knocked on the statue of Merlin's knee three times, said she needed to speak to Padma, and turned around with an anxious look in her eyes.
"So what made you change your mind, Harry? I thought you said you needed a week or two?" she asked.
Harry smiled down on her, slightly shocked at how much he towered over her from his magical growth spurt. Although he only shot up perhaps four inches, up to 5'9" or so, the diminutive Indian girl was only 5"6", and he was now taller than her. "The last couple of days have been weirder than you could possibly imagine. But I remembered a couple of years ago, you agreed to go to the Yule Ball with me, and even after I had been a total and utter ass to you, you still were friendly to me. That sounds like someone who I could see myself with, and if your sister is anything like you, and you are both okay with this..., then the more the merrier."
The statue they were standing in front of seemed to turn to a liquid state, before spiraling out into a liquid stone ring, the center of which being the entrance/exit to the Ravenclaw commons. Padma, looking very good to Harry, stepped out before the statue assumed its normal form.
She had been looking back at the room, then down her blouse to make sure that she hadn't any lint or the like on her, so when she finally looked up and saw not only her twin sister, but Harry as well, she sputtered in shock for a moment.
Harry, however, wasn't really paying attention. "The things you Ravenclaws do...." he whispered under his breath, still amazed even after all this time at the ingenuity that can be applied into magic.
"Harry," he heard, and looked down to see Padma looking up at him from her sister's side. "What is going on? Why are you here with Patty?"
"Is there somewhere we can go to talk?" He responded, clearly not wanting to have what promised to be a long, drawn-out talk in the middle of the hall in a very crowded school.
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Ten minutes later, they found themselves in the Room of Requirement, chatting to each other over cups of tea, when a window shimmered into existence overlooking their table. They stopped, not really registering what happened, when the window opened and an exhausted looking Hedwig flew through, landing roughly on Harry's shoulder after ricocheting off of the side of Padma's head.
She extended her leg, with a letter attached, and wobbled precariously in the process. Harry quickly removed the letter, before slipping it into his robe pocket and taking his first friend into his arms. Her eyes half closed, she gave a half-hearted hoot and fell asleep.
Harry looked up at the faces of the girls, and was puzzled when they looked worried. "What's the matter with you two?" he asked.
"Is she all right, Harry?" Patty whispered, seemingly afraid to speak louder.
"She's fine, just exhausted. She's damn proud of herself, though. Can't you tell?"
The girls looked at him blankly. "What do you mean, can't you tell?" Padma finally asked, pulling a white feather out of her hair and looking at it with a bewildered disgust.
"You know, how wizards and witches can tell how their owl is feeling, and their emotions and such. Oh, I guess it is MY owl, how would you be able to tell?" he half told them, half muttered to himself.
"Harry, are you feeling okay? I've never heard of anyone being able to understand their familiars, do you need to get some sleep or something?"
"Well, yea, I guess I must. I have to bring Hedwig to the owlry, she's exhausted. I'll see you two at supper?" he asked standing up. They told him they would, and that being said, they made their way in three separate directions.
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Harry gently put the snowy owl on a perch, gave her a soft touch to the side of her head, whispering a 'good night' to her. He looked around the owlry, noting that he could just tell how the other owls were feeling. Some were exhausted, like Hedwig, others were anxious to go do something, _anything_, having not been able to deliver in so long. Yet others were bitter, brooding in the corners. He had never thought it an unnatural thing, just that it was a normal part of being magical. Perhaps there were more things that he had taken for granted that other wizards couldn't do......
Harry felt somehow, accepted here, without any of the preconceived notions that the student body had for him, one way or another. Harry crouched down for a split second, before leaping strait up to balance perfectly on one of the long perches that ran across the room, the floor being at least ten feet below him now. He sat back on his haunches, lowering his center of balance, and a few owls came to perch beside him, for no other reason than to just be there.
Pulling the letter out of his pocket, he turned it over in his hand reading the simple yet elegant dark purple handwriting on the outside of the scroll. Unrolling it, he saw that it was a short letter from Fleur.
Dear Harry,
I will meet you, Saturday at noon, at the Hog's Head Inn. I am sorry, but Gabrielle is attending Beauxbatons and will not be able to attend. I sincerely hope that I will be able to help you with whatever it is that you need.
Until Saturday,
Fleur.
Harry let out a breath he didn't even realize he had been holding. He had only a few days to wait until he could get some real answers. He held the letter in his hand, concentrating and bringing up angry memories, trying to begin training himself with his new powers. The letter burst into a purple flame, and he let go. The letter was ash before it hit the floor.
He stretched his arms, taking in a deep breath of air, and noticed that unlike the stagnant, unventilated floor area below, up here with all the windows it was actually.... pleasant. Harry made a mental note to come here when he needed to clear his head, before he hopped off the perch, dropped the ten feet to the ground and walked out of the room without even pausing.
He made his way to his next class, Transfiguration, still elated that he was going to be receiving help on Saturday. He stopped just outside the door, however, realizing just what day today happened to be.
Tuesday.
He walked in just before the gong sounded, and made his way to his seat, deep in thought. Professor McGonagall stared at him, about to say something, when he looked up and made eye contact with her. Her face immediately softened, and she went about putting up the diagrams and incantations associated with today's project on her blackboard.
"Today, we will be focusing on detail and creativity in your transfigurations. What you will be attempting to do is to transfigure the pebble in front of you into an ornate chair. It is vitally important that you concentrate hard on each detail you want to add, and keep them all in the forefront of your imagination as you cast the spell. Today's work will not only be graded on how complete your transfiguration is, but on the level of detail, the complexity of that detail, and how much imagination you put into it."
The entire class, save for a few, were gaping at her. "WELL?!? Don't just sit there with your mouths open, begin!
The class moved as one, setting their pebbles on the floor and concentrating on the details they wanted to apply. Harry closed his eyes, and in his mind's vision an ivory throne appeared, with vines, leaves, and flowers encompassing the arms and sides in silver and gold latticework. The top of the back had a phoenix with its wings spread perched upon it, reveling in its own glory. The phoenix itself was made from ivory and onyx, portraying a more lifelike model, and to accentuate this point, the magical bird's head would turn and look, sometimes preening itself. Other times, the wings would contract and ruffle a little before spreading them again, as though it was uncomfortable to hold them out all of the time.
The same onyx ran down the back of the chair, intermingling with the ivory, creating an awe-inspiring scene of a castle with a moon behind it, not a silhouette, but a very detailed depiction of Hogwarts at nighttime. Small emeralds lined the borders of the chair, on all six sides, and a plump golden seat lay where it should for comfort.
The image firmly in mind, he spoke the incantation perfectly, projecting the flawless throne he had envisioned into reality. He felt slightly drained afterwards, so he plopped himself down in his new chair and observed the rest of the class.
No one had had as much success as he, and he wanted to just crawl into a corner and hide for he knew the attention that he was going to get as soon as McGonagall turned around from chastising Ron, who's chair was still stony and mostly circular.
He looked to his left, and saw that Hermione's attempt was much better than Ron's, yet not as good as his. Her chair was a simple wood, with an open back and a few strips of wood for support in the middle of it. It looked like something you'd find at a church bake sale to sit and gossip in. Said creator of the chair was currently looking at Harry with a mixed look of awe and jealousy.
McGonagall did eventually turn around to check on the rest of the class. Once her eyes landed on Harry, sprawled out in his 'chair', she muttered an "Oh, my" before doing more of a fall than a sit into Ron's spherical stone seat.
"Mr. Potter...... I..... "Words failed her, and Harry was cringing. "I think you pass, Mr. Potter."
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Harry settled down into his seat at the Gryffindor Table for supper, extremely famished for he had missed lunch that day and had a really early breakfast. On either side of him sat the twins, across sat Ginny and Hermione. He had said hello and gave a chaste kiss on the cheek of each twin, making Hermione's, Ginny's, and Ron's (who had been passing by to sit on the other end of the table) eyebrows shoot dramatically upward and their jaws to drop. Ron, not taking his eyes off from Harry, backed up a few spaces and sat down next to Ginny, on the other side from Hermione.
"Something you want to tell us mate?" Ron asked, not believing what he was seeing, even through his knowledge of Harry's new skills.
Harry said "Depends Ron, are you speaking to me again?" as he scanned the Great Hall, seeing the same shell shocked look on half the people in the room. He looked over to the professor's table, then did a double take when he saw Dumbledore sitting quite happily in the throne he had created in Transfiguration only a few hours earlier.
He leaned over the table frantically whispering to Hermione. "Hermione, guess what Dumbledore is sitting in right this very second!"
Hermione sat up straight, and as casually as she could, turned to look at the Headmaster. When she saw Harry's chair, she put her head to the table and laughed quietly into her hand.
"What's so funny?" was said in stereo to Harry (courtesy of the twins), who gestured for the six of them to lean over, giving them a modicum of privacy. "Do you guys see Dumbledore's new chair? I made that in Transfiguration today."
The twins and Ginny, the only ones having not seen it yet, looked up, before their eyes widened and turned awed gazes back to the Veela.
"You made that, Harry? Out of what?" Padma finally managed to get out.
"The assignment was to make an ornate chair out of a pebble."
"No, seriously, what did you use to make it?"
"That's what I used, what's wrong?" and Hermione backed him up with a nod and a puzzled look.
"_Harry_" she began, "Not only is stone very hard to transfigure, but changing anything into other stones and gems takes more power than most school students have. So, for the last time, what really happened?"
Harry sat back with an annoyed look. Why does no one ever believe him when unexpected things happen? "I used a pebble, Padma." He leaned back in to the circle, with the conspiratorial air of a secret-teller around him. "And I'll tell you how."
He looked over the circle for effect, seeing if anyone was eavesdropping, and lowered his head again. He glanced backwards quickly, before stating "I'm Harry Potter, the only reason I'm still alive is because I'm capable of the impossible."
Ginny, Hermione, and Ron groaned and leaned back, used to his barely noticeable sarcasm by now. The twins, who had spent considerably less time with him, just sat and stared at him. Harry knew that he shouldn't enjoy locking up people's cortexes like that, but it was just too much fun to pull one over on people.
While the Patil's gears were grinding, trying to process the new information, the other four had a strained conversation, what with Hermione and Ron not speaking to each other.
"Ron, we need to have a chat. But not tonight, I've had quite enough stress today already. I'm gonna wake you up early for breakfast, okay?"
Ron nodded, still clearly upset, but at least not angry anymore.
Harry gave the girls another chaste kiss on their cheeks, and rose, needing to speak with Dumbledore about Fleur's letter.