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Post  Potteraholic Sat Jul 30, 2011 3:00 pm

This story was first posted by Finn BV - Mar 30, 2008 11:35 pm (#2498 of 2989) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "Hogwarts: The Next Generation"


“SLYTHERIN!”

Albus removed the Sorting Hat, hands shaking, and placed it back on the stool. But he walked confidently towards the Slytherin table, where people both cheered and muttered nervously as Albus took his seat. He could feel the tension in the room. Harry Potter’s son in Slytherin? Nobody could understand how this had happened.

“Hi, I’m Scorpius,” said the pallid boy who had dropped his fork when the Sorting Hat had made its surprising announcement.

“Nice to meet you, Scorpius,” said Albus, smiling nervously. “Do you know how we get to our common room?”

Scorpius laughed. “Of course! My father knew all the secret passages and he told me exactly how to reach it. He knows this castle like the back of his hand! I can show you after the feast. I bet you are nervous about being in Slytherin.”

Albus sniffed and shrugged his shoulders. He saw his brother at the Gryffindor table staring at him in shock. He stared defiantly back. Eventually, James rolled his eyes and turned to Micheàl Finnigan.

Headmistress McGonagall had stood up at the head table. “Quiet down everyone! I have a few start-of-term notices to read from Mr. Filch.” She then proceeded to hold her usual speech regarding the school year. A few minutes later, the prefects assembled the first-year students, and everyone was off to the main hall. Albus looked around and saw his brother going up the stairs towards his dorm, while the Slytherins descended into the dark dungeons.

The Slytherin prefect, Nelson Flint, said, “Okay, now, first years to me. The password is ‘unity.’”

Albus looked at Scorpius and hoped he could fit in here. Everything was so different without James by his side. But with a new friend, hopefully, by his side, maybe things wouldn’t be so bad.

The first years were directed into the common room, where a cozy fire was blazing. To Albus’ surprise, Scorpio prodded him and whispered, “Father says there’s free food in the closet behind that statue that leads to—”

He broke off suddenly. Then he wandered off and greeted someone who he recognized. Albus was left by himself in the middle of an empty spot while everyone chatted around him. In one whirlwind of a moment, Albus felt anxious and frightened. He was away from home, he didn’t know what to do. He took a deep breath, thinking of what his father had told him: “Your friends are those who stick by you when you’re in trouble. Even if you feel completely alone, they’ll be right there.”

Bravely, Albus approached some other Slytherin first years. They looked at him haughtily before turning their backs to him and resuming their conversations. Albus sighed, and looked around. In a corner there was a very beautiful girl, curled up and staring wide-eyed at everyone. She looked as lost as Albus and surely felt just as lonely. He approached her and stuck out his hand. He wondered who she was.

“My name’s Linda Macmillan,” said the apparition, who took his small hand gently in hers.

“Nice to meet you, Linda. I’m Albus Potter. Did you get Sorted today?”

Linda nodded ruefully. “I didn’t expect to get Sorted into Slytherin,” she said. “Daddy was in Hufflepuff and Mummy was in Ravenclaw. I don’t think anyone in my family has ever—wait, there was mad, old Aunt Violetta. My parents don’t like to speak of her. She turned puppies into potions.” Albus felt his mouth drop, then smiled as Linda laughed and said, “I’m only joking!”

They both glanced around the room full of strangers. How would they ever begin to fit in with these people? Albus turned to ask Linda, “What pet did you bring with you?” Linda reached into her pocket and carefully pulled out a pink ball of fur. “This is my pygmy puff, Harold. What did you bring?” She looked around for a cage. She finally spotted one on the floor next to the fireplace. Albus knelt down and opened the door. Inside, curled up, was a niffler.

“My word, who brought this?” wondered Scorpius. I’ve always wanted one. There must be a way to tell who it belongs to.”

“Er… it’s mine,” Albus said.

“Yours?” exclaimed Scorpius. “Why, er… how’d you get one?”

“Minister Shacklebolt gave it to me. Luna, Mum and Dad’s friend, trained it not to bite.”

Scorpius was torn. He wanted a niffler badly, but didn’t think it wise to seem too interested. After all, this was the famous Harry Potter’s son! However, his curiosity got the better of him and he said, “Can I hold him?”

Her. Goldie’s shy and doesn’t like meeting new people just after she’s been woken up. She gets fidgety. But she’s much better after she’s settled into new surroundings, so I think tomorrow you will be able to.”

Scorpius shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, okay then. Look what I’ve got.” He showed them a plump, round, golf-ball–sized piece of candy and waited for their cries of amazement. He wasn’t disappointed.

“Where did you get that?!” asked Linda. Scorpius looked very pleased. A lot like James, Albus thought, when he’s up to something. And James could be a bit of a show-off too. Albus walked over towards Scorpius, watching the ball, enthralled despite himself. “A Dragonball!”

“Yeah,” said Scorpius, as others looked at him with admiration and surrounded him, trying to catch a glimpse of the now faintly smoldering candy ball.

“Wow! That’s the top of the line, that is!” said Albus.

“I know,” said a beaming Scorpius and started ripping off a scale from the ball. He chewed it a few times, and then flames erupted from his mouth, bouncing off the damp stone walls towards Harold, and setting his fur on fire. Harold screamed.

A prefect yelled, “Aguamenti!” Water spurted out of his wand and almost drowned Harold.

Linda, half soaking wet, yelled, “YOU IDIOT! Harold? Harold? Are you alright?” and held the trembling pink ball of wet fur in front of her nose. Albus didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. The pygmy puff moaned pitifully. Linda turned to Scorpius, murder in her eyes. “You’ve got bogeys for brains, you stupid git! Can’t you think? Harold could have died! Don’t you have any sense?” She turned back to Albus, wished him goodnight, and ran into Scorpius who looked nothing short of terrified.

“I didn’t know the flames would be that big! I didn’t mean to harm anyone, I swear!”

“Those are pretty powerful—my brother had one, a long time ago. Even Uncle George thinks they’re a bit dangerous,” said a tall boy knowingly.

Scorpius nodded miserably and wandered upstairs. He was tired from all the bickering.

Linda caught up with Albus before heading upstairs. “Can you believe that prat?” asked Linda.

Albus, who found the incident rather funny didn’t want to upset her and bade her a friendly goodbye. “See you at Herbology!” he called as he walked further up to the boys’ dormitory. He entered, and saw Scorpius sitting in the room, on the bed next to his fuzzy stuffed dinosaur. He jumped and quickly put away the animal.

“So… the first night at Hogwarts, eh?” he said, pushing his glasses up his nose. “It’s—”

“Oh, be quiet!” Scorpius said loudly, his voice quivering. “I am not interested in talking about what happened in the common room! Do you understand me? Never!”

Albus rummaged in his trunk, looking for his own teddy bear. Some of its fur was missing. James had once given it a haircut to impress Lola, their cousins’ Muggle friend. Albus had always suspected that James was trying to flirt with her, which embarrassed him and Rose, his cousin, too.

“Well, good night, then Scorpius. I’ll see you in the morning.” At last, sleep.

The next morning, Albus awoke before everyone else in his dorm and went down to the Great Hall to see where Rose was sitting and if he could find James. He saw them both seated at the Gryffindor table. Rose waved when she saw him and got up and ran over to the Slytherin table, where she was greeted by jeering from a couple of seventh years leaning against the table. After a few more jeers and furious glances, which didn’t bother Rose in the least, she sat down next to Albus and smiled brightly. “How was your first night as a Slytherin?”

Just then, the post owls arrived, and one headed straight for Albus. It was a letter from home. With trembling fingers, Albus ripped it open. He recognized his father’s handwriting.

“Dear Albus,

We hope that your first night at Hogwarts was fun. Remember what I said to you at the train station? We’ll always be proud of you. Slytherin House has gained an excellent student. I’m sure you will find your way and do great things.”


Albus folded the letter. His dad’s familiar handwriting was still in his thoughts when his mother’s script on the back caught his eye. He smiled at the reminders to behave and not let James get the best of him, particularly about being in Slytherin House. Lily had sent her love. Albus tucked the letter in his pocket.

Then, he turned to answer Rose. “I made a couple of friends—well, sort of. You?”

“I went to the library and checked out Hogwarts, A History, which I read all the way through, cover to cover, last night. 9 AM is my first Transfiguration class. Too bad McGonagall doesn’t teach that subject anymore. My Mum said she was the best teacher in all of Hogwarts.”

“Well, at least I’ll see you in Potions. Hope your Transfiguration class will go fine!” Albus smiled before leaving the table. He had eaten very little breakfast, being too nervous about the first day of school. He hoped that the other Slytherin first-years would be friendly. He saw Scorpius headed toward Herbology, and hurried to catch up to him.

“So, what do you think Herbology will be like?”

Scorpius said, “Er… thanks for showing me ‘Spiders’ last night. I know you were trying to put me at ease about my Dragonball. I’m not into showing off or hurting magical creatures, which is why Harold getting hurt upset me so.”

By now, they had reached the Herbology greenhouse. Professor Longbottom was passing out potted plants. “Good morning class! Before we begin your very first Herbology lesson, there are two things we need to do. First, an introduction. I am Professor Longbottom. I have been teaching Herblogy for the past ten years here. Second, I need to tell you something very important. You don’t have to be a genius to do well. I wasn’t when I was in school. You’re here to learn as much as you can. I don’t expect you to know everything already.”

Albus rolled his eyes and glanced at Scorpius. He wanted to laugh. He had known Professor Longbottom since he’d been a baby. He’d heard “Uncle” Nev’s stories about Professor Snape, who had taught potions. Now it felt strange to see him as a teacher.

Scorpius watched Neville with a disdainful look. “I can’t believe that Longbottom got that job. I heard my Dad say that some guys at the Ministry give him credit for killing that famous snake of the Dark Lord.”

“Really?” said a nearby Ravenclaw. “That was him? You’re not serious, are you? That fat bloke—”

“Don’t you even dare to think to insult him,” snapped Albus and he turned around. But he felt the stares of the other students. He turned bright pink and looked down.

Scorpius caused a distraction by throwing his Dragonball right across the greenhouse. It landed on a Mimbulus Mimbletonia that stood innocently on the desk, but it was several minutes before sparks began to jump out of Neville’s prized plant.

“AHHHHHH! MY EYES!” shouted a Ravenclaw who had been sitting closest. Professor Longbottom whipped out his wand and shouted “Aguamenti!” A jet of water hit the screaming child and he stopped abruptly as his mouth filled with water.

“Who did that?” asked Linda, looking pointedly at Scorpius.

“It was me,” said Albus. “It accidentally flew out of my hand. I was trying to—”

“No,” interrupted Scorpius. “It was my fault. I threw it. I was only trying to prevent a fight breaking out. I didn’t do a thing to your plant, sir.”

Albus looked at Scorpius with surprise, and Scorpius grinned sheepishly. Linda watched them both, then smiled in spite of herself. “I think both of you are mental… just like me.”

“What’s going on here?” Professor Longbottom shook his head. “Now who’s responsible for this?” He asked, looking around the greenhouse. “Never mind,” he continued. “We’ve wasted enough time. Oh, Albus, Scorpius and Linda: please try to pay attention when I’m speaking. You don’t want detention on your first day, do you?” He glanced towards Albus.

“No, sir!” they said together.





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These stats were first posted by Finn BV - Mar 30, 2008 11:41 pm (#2500 of 2989) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

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  Anna L. Black   28
  freshwater   27
  Orion   51
  azi   24
  Puck   48
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  Snuffles   12
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This story was first posted by Potteraholic - Apr 6, 2008 8:53 pm (#2799 of 2989) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "A Mystery on the Hogwarts Express"


The Hogwarts Express conductor, Ben, rushed over to see what the matter was. A crowd of 6th years, including Sirius Black and James Potter, were blocking Severus Snape's way. He was trying to board the train, but the two Gryffindors were blocking his way as he ascended.

Nearly eleven o'clock, Ben thought. Time to get going. Then he noticed a tall wizard in black robes up at the engine. Puzzled, Ben went over to him to ask what he was doing. As he approached, the other wizard stood up and asked him a question about the train's departure.

"When will the train be leaving?" he asked, a curious expression on his face, while all of the fingers on his right hand clutched his wand. Ben stared intently at the wizard. His expression was unreadable. The hairs on the back of his neck started to prickle. Without thinking, he put his hand inside his robes, wand ready.

"At eleven o'clock, sir, as you know." The strange wizard smiled, gave a little bow, and walked away. Ben looked intensely at him. He seemed familiar but he couldn't think of where he'd seen hair so greasy and lank that it stuck flat to his forehead. Only one other person he knew had hair that looked like that... Severus Snape. Now he remembered... when he was at Hogwarts, a relative of Snape's had been in the year above him. He had some trouble with this person – once, Ben had been leaving Professor Dumbledore's office when Jack Snape and his friends had hexed him with a number of spells. His face had been purple for almost a week, and the tentacles had lasted even longer. Ben suffered a lot of teasing that year.

Does he remember me? That sneer...I'm sure he does... But then, why did he act as though he didn't? Just playing with my head. Ben turned around to check if the boys in the front had quit their tomfoolery. They had. He signaled to the engineer to leave the station. The train slipped from sight as it rode into the darkness.

Ben walked slowly down the corridor, lost in his thoughts. Suddenly, a hand reached out, trying to catch an Exploding Snap card. Ben startled terribly and bumped into the lunch trolley.

"All right, Mr. Bottomley?" asked the grey-haired lady who sold refreshments on the Hogwarts Express.

"Fine. Have you seen a tall man aboard the train? I saw him at the station. I thought he got on near the front of the carriages."

The door to a nearby compartment was slightly ajar. Very slowly it was pushed from within and a voice called out, "Get in here now if you know what's good for you, and make sure you shut the door!" Slowly, Ben walked in, his wand hand inside his robes, ready for any move this man might make.

"What do you want with me?"

Jack Snape eyed Ben with contempt. He had not yet spoken, but he gestured for Ben to sit in the seat opposite him. Ben sat.

"Okay, get on with it."

"What do you want?" asked Jack.

"Why are you on the train? It's traveling to Hogwarts. It's not often we get grown wizards riding along with all the students."

Jack pulled a letter out of a small pouch. He said, "Not that it's any of your business, but I'm meeting with a friend in Hogsmeade."

"What friend?" asked Ben.

Jack eyed him suspiciously and said, "You wouldn't know him. He's new to the country. He's from the Continent."

"Why not just Apparate or use Floo Powder?"

Jack didn't answer. He stared at the letter thoughtfully, contemplating his answer. Slowly, he handed Ben the letter. "Here," he said. Ben took it, wondering what it would say. It read,

Jack,

I have some bad news. I can't say too much in writing, but I'd be grateful if you could advise me on a matter of mutual interest. The investment I made on your behalf has suffered due to unforeseen circumstances. I have reason to believe that someone at Hogwarts may be to blame.

Sincere regards,
Eberhard Richter


"I see why you showed me this letter, but I'm in charge of this train. And I know you're stopping off at Hogwarts. I remember you from when we were at school, and I never trusted you then, so why should I now?"

Jack had a strange look on his face, as though it suddenly dawned on him that Ben might not be just a stranger to him, but someone he knew. Jack asked, "What's your name?"

"Ben Bottomley. Do you remember me?"

"Yes," Jack said slowly, "I need your help. I know we didn't always get along very well in school, but we're adults now. I apologize for how I treated you." Ben couldn't decide if he should trust Jack, but his instincts told him Jack wasn't lying. Jack pulled a tiny flask from his pocket. "Shall we?" he asked, offering Ben a drink.

"Thanks, but I can't. I have a duty, and I shouldn't neglect it."

Jack's eyes glittered. "Come on, a sip won't hurt," he pushed.

"I said no, Jack. Anyway, how can I help?"

"Have you ever heard of Acromantula venom? It is very rare and quite valuable. I need to get some out of the country for a friend."

Ben asked, "What does that have to do with me and my train?"

Jack hesitated before answering. "I have a package I need transported to Hogwarts. Don't ask why. I need to appear to be out of the picture."

"Is this before you try smuggling venom out of Hogwarts? NO! I'm not getting involved in this!"

"I'm working for a professor at the school. I'm not doing anything illegal."

"Which professor? None of the ones I know would smuggle! Hagrid might, for want of a dragon egg – you know, he has always wanted one – so are you bribing him?"

Jack smiled. Ben was smarter than he thought he'd be. "Will you deliver the package? Naturally, there'd be some... compensation for your troubles."

Ben seemed very uncomfortable with the idea. "I'm sorry but I don't think I should. What if we're found out? Hagrid will lose his job, and so—"

"Please!" Jack interrupted Ben with his plea. "I can't tell you how important this is! You'll be fine! It doesn't involve anything dangerous or illegal."

"Who's to blame, do you think?"

"Well..." Jack shifted uneasily in his chair. He didn't want to tell Ben about his past in Azkaban, the blackmail, or any of the other negative associations. Mundungus had warned the Order against Jack because of the time he had lost all his World Cup fame and had begun to suffer losses on his "investments". He had bet against his own team and thrown the match.

The train started shaking and the lights flickered. "I've got to get back to my duties. I'll think about what you've said but I'm not really the cloak-and-dagger sort."

Several hours later, Ben could see the distant mountains that signaled the approach to Hogsmeade. "Attention passengers, we'll be arriving in Hogsmeade in five minutes." Ben repeated this announcement, then went to the engine room to send an owl to the Ministry of Magic's Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

The train finally arrived at the station. Ben stepped onto the platform and was swarmed by Ministry workers. Ben pointed to the compartment Jack was in, and the workers began to board from both ends of the carriage. Students began spilling from the train. Severus ducked behind some taller students to camouflage himself from James and Sirius.

"Hello, Severus," said a tall wizard, leaning out a train door. Severus startled and looked up.

"Er... Uncle Jack? What are you doing here? Did my father—" He was interrupted as Ministry workers approached Jack in the train's corridor. The one in charge, Fabius Goodfellow, could be seen talking to Ben out on the platform. Severus quickly stalked away towards the carriages. Luckily, he just missed being caught. Jack had slipped him the dragon egg at the last second before the Magical Creature Controllers apprehended him. Jack's look of surprise was well rehearsed. He acted indignant, asking to speak to the person in charge.

Meanwhile, Severus had to somehow dispose of the egg. He had a feeling that Professor Slughorn would consider helping him to achieve that "O" in potions this year. As carriages rumbled away towards the castle and students chatted loudly, Severus was relieved that a potentially embarrassing situation had passed off so discreetly. Shame had been averted. All was well. For now...





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  Finn BV   9
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  Verity Weasley   23
  Phoenixfeather   47
  Anna L. Black   6
  Snuffles   26
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  Puck   37
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Total Words: 1445
Last Submission Date: #2791, April 5, 2008, 8:52 P.M. (freshwater)
Total Time to Create Story: 5 days, 21 hours, 7 minutes.





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This story was first posted by Potteraholic - Apr 10, 2008 2:04 am (#2983 of 2989) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "The Trophy Room Rendez-vous"


"Molly Prewett! Arthur Weasley! Why are you out of bed?" asked Professor McGonagall. She was glaring at them angrily, having just caught them sneaking into the trophy room.

Startled, Molly gulped and stammered, "Oh! We uh... thought we heard Peeves and decided to investigate."

"And you heard this from up in your dormitory?" Prof. McGonagall's eyes narrowed, but her mouth looked like it was trying to repress a smile.

"We saw him in the corridor just before entering the common room," added Arthur, his voice wavering only slightly, "and thought we should stop him from breaking something."

"And what time was this?" asked Professor McGonagall.

"Er, uh," Molly stammered.

Arthur interrupted. "It was five minutes ago, so he may already be gone by now, Professor."

"Unfortunately, that's not a reason to be gallivanting around the school at all hours." Molly
bravely lifted her eyes to meet Professor McGonagall's, her reaction a measure of her spirit. The stern teacher was taken aback by her boldness. "I want you to go back to your beds and not another word!" she added, as Molly opened her mouth to protest.

Arthur and Molly started going upstairs. When they got to the top they heard a strange sound from the other side of the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Password?" Molly inquired above the din.

"Curmudgeon" she yawned reproachfully and entered the common room to find an owl hooting dolefully.

Arthur ran over to him. "This is my dad's owl, Herbert. I wonder what he's writing me about... I didn't ask Dad for anything." He tore the letter open and read it quickly.

"What does the letter say?" Molly asked.

"He's just reminding me to let him know if we are coming home for Christmas. Do you want to join us for our annual Boxing Day celebration? Dad always makes extra crackers for us to pull! They make really loud noises and the hats inside let you levitate two feet at least!"

"Wait!" Molly said, "What about Christmas at my parents? They really want to see me, you know. And they'd really like to meet you!"

Arthur smiled at her. "How about spending one week at each of our houses? Christmas could be at your house, and then we could do New Year's at mine. What do you think, Molly?"

Molly had wandered over to the fireplace, where a fire was dying out. "Incendio!" she cried. The fire returned and its crackling sounds filled the tense silence. "Arthur… I just don't know if my parents would want me to spend more time away from them. I'm gone most of the year, so they'll want to see me for the whole holiday." Arthur looked disappointed but did not let his initial reaction get in the way of enjoying the present moment with Molly. He smiled and sat on a cozy couch, inviting her to sit beside him. She smiled coyly before sitting down.

"That trophy you were going to show me earlier - who was it given to?"

Arthur smiled brightly. "To my brother Arnold. He was the best student in his year. He won that trophy for explaining how confusers work. Got an "O" in Muggle Studies, and–"

"What's a confuser?" asked Molly, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

"Oh, it's a really new eclectical device; it's supposed to make Muggles' lives much easier..."

Molly yawned. "Well, that sounds ever so interesting, but I must get some sleep. I've got to write two rolls of parchment for Professor Binns in the morning." They said their goodnights and headed towards their dormitories.

"Oh, Molly," Arthur whispered, "Do you think that you'd like to meet up sometime tomorrow when we can have a look at Arnold's trophy? No one goes in around lunchtime. I can ask Nick to keep an eye out for us. Just make sure you're not late."

"I'll be there, don't worry," Molly answered.

The next day while at breakfast, Molly received a visit from Arthur's owl. A note tied around his leg invited Molly to a cozy breakfast in an empty classroom. She grinned, made an excuse to her friends, and left. When she entered the room, she was amazed to find a bountiful feast of her favorite foods, while Arthur sat on a cushion, grinning from ear to ear. He held a towering stack of pancakes while tiny Cupids flew around.

"Cupids!" Molly giggled. "In December!"

Arthur smiled and blushed. "I thought it might make up for being apart on Christmas. I know how much you want to be with your family, so I wanted to share a special breakfast with you." Molly sat down on a small purple cushion that was too small to seat her properly. She wobbled into place, but then slid right into Arthur's plate of pancakes. Blushing furiously, Molly looked up at Arthur, who was grinning and held out a hand to help her up.

"Honestly, Arthur," Molly smiled. "Did you really think I'd be able to fit on that?"

"It was the best one I could find," Arthur apologized, "but it was a bit funny, ... wasn't it?"

Molly laughed. "I didn't think it'd be so wobbly!"

"Well, Mollywobbles, would you like to use my cushion instead?"

"Mollywobbles?" Molly exclaimed.

"I think it's sweet, don't you?"

Suddenly, the door burst open. Professor McGonagall was standing there trying not to smile. "You two certainly are persistent," she said, amusedly shaking her head.





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  Potteraholic   46
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  PatPat   17
  Verity Weasley   22
  freshwater   7
  Finn BV   7
  Puck   17
  Swedish Short-Snout   12
  Phoenixfeather   2
  Snuffles   20
  Herm oh ninny   1
  Orion   2
  azi   10
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Five Words Stories - Volume VII


• Click on Story #72 (14 April 2008) for "Peace", Two-and-a-Half Year Anniversary Special!

• Click on Story #73 (22 April 2008) for "Mundungus Fletcher’s Downfall"

• Click on Story #74 (7 May 2008) for "The Malevolent Manticore"

• Click on Story #75 (18 May 2008) for "The First Defiance"

• Click on Story #76 (30 May 2008) for "Dumbledore’s Army: Alive and Kicking"

• Click on Story #77 (6 June 2008) for "Minerva’s Mistake, A Lesson Learned"

• Click on Story #78 (13 June 2008) for "Marauder Rescue"

• Click on Story #79 (18 June 2008) for "Expecto Patronum!"

• Click on Story #80 (24 June 2008) for "Hungarian Rhapsody"

• Click on Story #81 (27 June 2008) for "Lost and Found"


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This post was originally made by Finn BV - Apr 10, 2008 3:39 am (#1 of 2994)



Potty Game: Five Words!



Just a few hours ago, the "Potty Game: Five Words" turned two-and-a-half years old. Since our existence, we have had dozens of members of the Harry Potter Lexicon FanFiction Forum partake in this simple yet endlessly enjoyable game. In the game, there are no boundaries, save that you must add five words, no more and no less (though there are always mistakes Archive of Five Words Stories - Page 9 2752390508), to your post that continue the story told through other members' five words. Strung together, the five words will make a much, much longer story.

I'm not going to repeat all the history, which can be found in our last birthday celebration of October 9, 2006, which I recommend you read when you finish this post. I have decided to hold a two-and-a-half-year celebration not because of its mystical symbolism (ooh… half of the amount of words you're allowed to post!) but… well… we missed our second birthday. Just flat out missed it. So, what better excuse to celebrate than with an unbirthday, as Eeyore would say? (Is it Eeyore? Correct me if I'm wrong.)

Anyway, one little tidbit from the old post I'd like to keep in because it is STILL true, to the best of my knowledge (Potteraholic may correct me on this one): We invented the "Potty Five Words Crown," given to the poster who held the record for most number of posts in a story; the crown, I believe, is still currently retained by Tazzygirl (Kristina), with a thrilling 176 posts in the story "Just Another Week at the Ministry" on April 23, 2006.

I owe many, many thanks to Kristina and Potteraholic, who have been indisposable in the workings of this game. We've all had our periods where we come and go from the thread, due to circumstances we all wish we could control. As I work my way deeper into high school, time for other stuff gets cut short and it has been these two who have been instrumental in the prolonging of Five Words. You two do not know my sincere gratitude I have for your devotion to and love of Five Words.

We also all owe extra special thanks to all of our Hosts, most especially Kip Carter, our Forums manager. They do so much for us, not least monitor the Forums and make sure they run smoothly. Their patience with us during a train wreck is unceasing and their work to keep our header updated is invaluable. As I said before: a round of butterbeers, please!

And now, as we begin our seventh volume of stories (now this is mystical… it's seven! so powerful!), I invite each and every one of you to take the opportunity to play some ultimate Five Words: anytime that Forum time reads April 10 (we were founded on late October 9, 2005, and since we had to close out Vol VI we're doing this a day late), instead of posting five words, post... (drumroll, please) TEN WORDS! Okay, so, whatever, that was the same surprise as the old birthday celebration, but I promise you we'll do something super cool next time for our third anniversary in October 2008! RSVP now!

Same rules as last time apply: double up on your posting chances if you're not a premium member, and get more bang for your buck if you are. (Plus, if you miss out on this exciting, once-a-year special, we'll be nice and let you post ten words for just a few posts whenever you get your chance... if it rolls into Aprill 11, no big deal. )

Let the festivities begin, and thank you for staying by Five Words!

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This story was first posted by Potteraholic - Apr 14, 2008 10:46 am (#144 of 2994) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "Peace"


The Crumple-Horned Snorkack grazed peacefully as Luna Lovegood and her father watched from the shelter of the stone outcropping. They were taking one last trip to Snorkackal before Xenophilius died from an accidental overdose of Billywig stings. Luna glanced over at her father, and she could see the excitement in his eyes.

"It's so beautiful!" he whispered. "Just look at its beautiful horns; such amazing examples of curving, twisting loveliness!" Luna beamed at her father. It made her so happy to see his delight at finally finding the creature. She was afraid that they wouldn't get there in time. Even Luna, always the optimist, wasn't sure her father would live to see this day. His health had declined in recent years, almost to the stage where he could no longer walk without aid. Azkaban, many years ago, had weakened him. He had tried to stay positive but the Dementors made him suffer from seemingly permanent depression, and his mood altered only when the Dementors moved to other cells after new prisoners had come in.

"Look, Luna! Is that a baby Snorkack over there, away from the rest of the others?" exclaimed Xenophilius. Sure enough, when Luna turned to look there was a small creature, his horns short and light-purple. She gasped in delight and made to move closer.

"Careful, Luna," said Xenophilius. "You might scare it." The baby Snorkack looked up suddenly and gave an odd bleat. A cloud of birds that were nearby on the grass rose into the sky, disturbed by the sound. A larger Snorkack ambled over to where they were hiding, and it gave an almighty shriek before herding the smaller one back to the group.

"Look!" exclaimed Luna, "It's the baby's mother!"

Xenophilius' eyes filled with tears. "Yes," he said. "Its mother. She's protecting it." The Snorkacks returned to grazing quietly. Xenophilius was taking notes on a long piece of parchment, which was trailing behind him like a flowing beard. He was hoping to write the final edition of The Quibbler before his time ran out, and include in it a full description of the Snorkacks' life cycle, from infancy to adult maturation. But in the short time they had been here, his health had deteriorated further, and he knew he didn't have long. Hopefully, he would finish this last article.

"Luna, could you please pass the camera? I'd like to get some photos of the mother and ba—." He stopped suddenly and grabbed his chest. "The poison—," he gasped. His breathing became more ragged. He felt unbearably lightheaded and could feel himself rising off the ground. "Luna, help me!" he shouted. Luna grabbed his bag, and started searching frantically inside it. She pulled out some rope, but time was running out.

"Descendere!" she shouted in desperation. Xenophilius halted mid-air but was no longer rising. He was about 15 feet up. The rope was about the same length. Luna magicked the rope up to her father and he grasped hold of the end.

Accio rope! he thought, unable to speak. Luna pulled with all her might, but her father wouldn't budge. The Snorkacks were ambling in their direction. Desperate for help, Luna called to them not really knowing what would happen. To her surprise, they galloped over and began pulling the rope with her. She watched them grab hold of the rope in their snouts and begin to move slowly backwards.

Mr. Lovegood drifted near an odd-looking bush. As the foliage touched his skin, he started to sneeze, reducing the speed of his final descent. He landed on the back of the mother Snorkack they had observed with her baby earlier. She allowed him to rest for a bit before she became restless. He slid gently to the ground and lay there while the mother nuzzled him, checking to see if he was still breathing. Luna knelt by his side, and surprisingly, the mother Snorkack did not back away. Weakly, Xenophilius raised his arm and rested it lightly on Luna's shoulder.

"Help me up, dear," Xenophilius said.

"Are you sure? Perhaps you should rest some more," Luna urged. "Let's have you lean against these boulders for a while. I'll send Nifty back for the camera. We can put a picture of you and the Snorkack in The Quibbler's next edition. What do you think about that?" Xenophilius did not answer, but smiled faintly at Luna. The niffler quickly fetched the camera. "Say, 'blibbering humdinger'," Luna said, levitating the camera in front of her. Her father smiled and attempted a wave. The Snorkack inclined its head towards him, his snout almost touching Xenophilius' ear. "Fotoshute!" Luna exclaimed. There was a click and a flash of light and the camera emitted a little puff of smoke. She smiled with satisfaction. At long last her father's dream had come true, and she only hoped he would be able to see the photograph he had sought for years, spread across the front page.

"Luna, my dear, I think it is time we packed up our things and went back home. While our time here in Sweden has been so illuminating, I don't think we can publish that picture. Think of how the beautiful serenity of this place, their home, will be destroyed by wizards who flock here to see them. They are so trusting, they wouldn't know how to defend themselves." He looked at them with reverence. The beasts ambled peacefully around them, occasionally nuzzling Luna and her father. The youngest of the herd were still wobbly on their thin legs. It is so amazing to be here among them, thought Xenophilius. He wanted to savor every moment before time ran out. He was weak, and breathing was becoming more and more labored. Luna looked concerned, but he smiled weakly.

"But Father," Luna protested, "what about your reputation? Everyone is waiting for proof of the Snorkacks' existence! Perhaps if we kept this location secret, then no one would be able to find them."

"No Luna," Xenophilius whispered. "I know that we are supposed to keep their existence a secret. It doesn't matter about my reputation. We'll know the truth."

"All right, Father, if that's the way you want it," whispered Luna. "Let's get you home, the sooner the better."

"No, Luna," Xeno replied softly. "I'm staying right here."

Luna shook her head, but smiled at her father. "Oh, Dad," she giggled, "you don't really mean that you want to spend your last minutes lying here among the Snorkacks, do you? I thought you wanted to pay one last visit to the Erumpents?"

Xeno smiled weakly and shook his head. "This is as far as I go Luna," he murmured softly. "It will be a relief to go on in such a peaceful, beautiful place."

Luna's eyes filled with tears as she gazed lovingly down at her father. Nifty nuzzled up against the old wizard's hand, whimpering softly. Luna finally realized that her father had closed his eyes and he had stopped breathing. She listened frantically for a heartbeat. There was no sound. Luna leaned back against the standing stone and tried to resist the tears now trickling down her face. She picked Nifty up, held him close, and sobbed. Taking out her wand, she carved a symbol into a small boulder, one of the fifty or so arranged in a ship-like formation around them. She then levitated her father's lifeless body close to the newly made headstone, the image of the Cloak, Wand, and Stone marking the place where Xenophilius Lovegood would rest for eternity. Using her wand, Luna dug a hole in the ground, slowly removing the earth in small clumps. She was prolonging the inevitable. The moment eventually arrived. She lowered her father's body, took one last look at his beloved face, and blanketed him with yellow smörblomma flowers.

"I'll miss you, Daddy," Luna said quietly as she started covering Xenophilius' body with earth. "And I promise that I'll keep the Snorkacks as our little secret, forever." With that, she threw the whole camera into the grave. "I hope you have a nice voyage to meet Mummy as you sail away to the land beyond the veil."





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These stats were first posted by Potteraholic - Apr 14, 2008 10:51 am (#146 of 2994) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

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  Verity Weasley   16
  freshwater   8
  Finn BV   4
  Phoenixfeather   3
  Swedish Short-Snout   5
  Potteraholic  29
  PatPat   6
  Puck   24
  Snuffles   6
  azi   19
  Anna L. Black   16
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Total Submissions: 136 (Note: these were 10 word posts, instead of the usual 5.)
Total Words: 1360
Last Submission Date: #139, April 12, 2008, 8:40 P.M. (Potteraholic)
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This story was first posted by Tazzygirl - Apr 22, 2008 6:30 am (#431 of 2994) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "Mundungus Fletcher’s Downfall"


Augusta Longbottom entered Madame Malkin’s shop, pulling her grandson by the arm. “Gran, I’m bigger than you are. I think I can walk by myself.”

Gran Longbottom smiled at Neville and promptly let go. “Right, now what color would you like for your dress robes? I think this midnight blue would suit you. Your father liked this color, it was…” She kept on chattering as Neville’s robes were fitted. He had done what she suggested and gotten blue. She proudly observed him as he twirled in front of Madame Malkin. “Your parents would be so proud to see you become the new Herbology professor at Hogwarts,” she said, tears welling in her eyes. She reached into her large red handbag and pulled out an embroidered, lacy handkerchief. After a quick dabble around her eyes, she hugged her grandson.

“Careful, now! I haven’t stitched it up, there may be some pins sticking out,” warned Madame Malkin.

Neville patted his grandmother’s arm gently. “I wouldn’t have made anything of myself if it hadn’t been for your encouragement.”

“I wasn’t always that encouraging. I missed your father so much that I didn’t always treat you fairly.”

Neville shook his head and smiled. “Gran, if it hadn’t been for you and Uncle Algie, I would never have gotten to Hogwarts at all!”

“Oh, fiddlesticks!” said Gran. “Do you really believe a wizard of your talents and power would have been refused a place? Absolutely not!” Neville smiled and paid for his robes.

Outside the shop, Mundungus Fletcher was busy selling potions in the busy street. A green cloud was bubbling out of his thin-bottomed pewter cauldron. A Ministry official was walking towards him with a stern look on her face. Hermione Granger spoke in a firm, loud voice. “That better not be what I think it is. Where are your trading papers that you need in order to sell potions listed under Article XXXIV?”

Mundungus looked momentarily flustered. “I left it at home,” he muttered. Hermione’s eyes narrowed.

“Right,” she said briskly. “You and I need to have a little chat about this.” As she drew closer, Mundungus slowly drew out his wand. “PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!” shrieked Hermione. Mundungus yelled and ducked as a man he had hidden behind floated toward Hermione, his hands and legs were stuck together, and he looked utterly surprised.

Quickly performing the counter-curse, Neville ran towards the man who was slowly getting up and grimacing in pain. Mundungus darted away, and Hermione followed him, shouting. When all was quiet, Neville turned to the stranger. “What happened to you?” he asked. “Are you hurt badly?”

“I— I was attacked!” the fellow stuttered.

“No,” said Neville. “The spell Hermione used wasn’t what did this to you. Was it someone else?”

The man seemed too frightened to speak. Augusta approached and looked with horror at the wizard’s disheveled appearance. “Who did this to you?” she asked.

The man looked around. “I dunno. I was just shopping, minding my own business. I was suddenly overcome by a feeling of dread, and then I felt terribly cold. It was horrible. I thought I was going to die. But then, just as I gave up, a burst of sunlight broke through and next thing I know, the coldness goes away, and I’m tied up like this!”

Neville thought it sounded a lot like a Dementor attack, but wasn’t sure. “Maybe I should retrace his steps and see—”

“Neville, what are you doing?” interrupted Augusta. “We need to get this poor man to St. Mungo’s to be checked out thoroughly.

“That won’t be necessary,” interrupted Lucius Malfoy. “I am going there myself and will take him with me, if that’s amenable, Mr.…?”

“…Jarvis,” the man said looking warily at Lucius Malfoy. “But, I’m not sure I want to burden you with my troubles. I assure you, I’m perfectly fine.”

Lucius Malfoy sneered. He needed to get Jarvis alone so that he could question him about Draco’s fiancée. Mr. Jarvis was her father’s friend and knew the Greengrass family well. “You need to at least sit and rest. Why don’t we go have a drink at the Leaky Cauldron? That should calm you,” suggested Lucius.

Augusta said, “I’m sure my grandson is perfectly capable of taking Mr. Jarvis anywhere he needs to go.” With that, she marched Jarvis over to Neville, who nodded and started down the street. Lucius, taken aback, watched them go, and then he quickly started to follow at a hurried pace.

“Jarvis! I need to speak with you urgently about a very important matter!”

Jarvis stopped and turned. “I don’t know what the matter is,” he said slowly.

Augusta looked around impatiently. “Oh, just get going! You need medical treatment, and you need it now! You’re coming with us to St. Mungo’s! Whatever Mr. Malfoy wants from you can wait!”

Malfoy was furious. He gave Augusta a scathing look and reached for his wand. He muttered a spell and a blast of red light shot from his wand. “Protego!” yelled Neville, and Malfoy was thrown back as his spell smashed the large window of Madame Malkin’s shop, showering everyone with fragments of glass.

Gran thundered, “HOW DARE YOU, Lucius, attacking us like that!” She drew out her own wand, walked right up to Malfoy, pressing the tip to his nose. “If you ever do that again, I will make you wish you were back in Azkaban.” Lucius stepped back. “Remember, Lucius, things are different now that You-Know-Who is dead!” She finished, glaring at him. Malfoy seemed speechless. The ferocity of Augusta’s words stung and surprised him. He wasn’t as confident as he once was. He turned and left. “Good riddance! Now, let’s see…”

Before she could finish, Mundungus ran back in their direction so fast, it looked like he was riding a Firebolt. Hermione Apparated soon after, blocking Dung with a brick wall. With a sickening CRUNCH, he hit it, head first.

“Nice wandwork,” grinned Neville. “I think he’ll be knocked out for quite a while. Are you going to arrest him?”

Hermione looked frazzled. “He’s been avoiding us for months. Always gets away just as we’re about to take him into custody. Today he’ll be brought to justice.” Neville helped Hermione bind and levitate Mundungus. She thanked him.

“What’s he done this time?” asked Neville.

“He was going about his skullduggery earlier, selling an illegal potion. He makes one experience a Dementor-like effect,” explained Hermione.

Mr. Jarvis looked surprised. “He told me it cured hot flashes! My wife has been suffering from them and after I bought it I noticed the bottle leaking, and that was when I felt the Dementor.”

Hermione nodded. “Yes, that fits. The symptoms are temporary. You’ll soon be fine. I’d like to take the bottle for evidence.”

“Here, I definitely don’t need it.”

“Do you want to take this bag to put the evidence in?” Gran Longbottom rummaged through her red handbag and took up a smaller bag. This should do just fine. Lucius Malfoy is after this potion. Narcissa has been making him do the housework while the house elves rest.”

“Mr. Jarvis,” interrupted Hermione. “Would you mind if I took a statement about your experiences?”

“Of course! I want the man prosecuted!” replied Jarvis.

A few minutes later, they were all seated around a table at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Hermione had just finished writing the report about Mundungus’ illegal sale of a controlled substance. “Right, Mr. Jarvis, you can leave whenever you wish. I have enough information and evidence for now.”

Mr. Jarvis nodded and headed for the door. He turned to Augusta and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for helping me.” Then he turned to Neville and they shook hands. “You have an amazing grandmother. I’m very grateful for the help.”

Augusta handed Jarvis a piece of parchment. “I think this will help your wife. My mother gave me the recipe for this potion seventy… er, well… a long time ago.”

“Thank you very much! This will make her feel more like herself again,” smiled Jarvis.

“Well, we better be getting home, Neville. Don’t forget your new robes. Did I mention that Neville is the new Herbology professor at Hogwarts?” Augusta could not help herself as she was proud of her grandson. Neville looked slightly embarrassed but was grinning ear to ear. He was immensely proud of himself.

“I couldn’t have done it without my friends!” he said happily.





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These stats were first posted by Tazzygirl - Apr 22, 2008 6:31 am (#433 of 2994) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Statistics for Story 73
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  Potteraholic   47
  Puck   33
  Snuffles   14
  azi   82
  Swedish Short-Snout   16
  freshwater   20
  Tazzygirl   2
  Finn BV   1
  Verity Weasley   12
  Anna L. Black   12
  PatPat   5
  Phoenixfeather   37
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Total Submissions: 281
Total Words: 1405
Last Submission Date: #427, April 21, 2008, 4:04 P.M. (azi)
Total Time to Create Story: 7 days, 5 hours, 13 minutes.





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Post  Potteraholic Mon Aug 01, 2011 2:36 pm

This story was first posted by Potteraholic - May 7, 2008 10:51 am (#705 of 2994) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "The Malevolent Manticore"


Laughter from the party echoed around the Great Hall. It was Halloween, and the students were in top form. Even the faculty seemed to be enjoying themselves. Professor McGonagall was dancing wildly on a chair next to Professor Snape, who scowled and grimaced at every student who happened to be within his sight. He had taken his wand out of his robes at the sound of a mouth organ being played nearby. He searched for the source. It was coming from Luna Lovegood.

"Miss Lovegood, stop playing that silly thing!"

But it seemed Luna couldn't hear him and continued to play loudly. A first-year boy started to scream as a dozen ghosts entered through the wall and began formation gliding through the Great Hall. Harry, Ron, and Hermione cheered with the rest of the Gryffindors. Nearly Headless Nick was leading the gliding. Professor Dumbledore called for an encore, and they twirled and suddenly froze in mid-air. The hall quieted slightly as the ghosts hung motionless. The Bloody Baron floated towards Nearly Headless Nick. The Great Hall became quieter still as he lifted a hand to stop the murmurs of surprise.

The Baron spoke in a booming voice that echoed around the Hall. "The party is over. A manticore has somehow managed to enter the castle. Currently, it is somewhere on the third floor." Everybody stared at him in stunned amazement.

Then Professor Dumbledore rose and said "All prefects please gather the students in your house and make sure nobody is missing. I want the teachers to come with me." The students sat in silence until the teachers left, and then exploded into a frenzy of noise and movement.

"How on earth did a manticore get into the school?" Hermione exclaimed. Her voice was high pitched and nervous.

Harry was excited. "Let's go looking for it," he suggested. "Perhaps we can sneak out of here somehow..." Hermione looked terrified.

Ron looked incredulous. "Harry, you cannot really want to go and find the thing?! Do you know how dangerous they are? My great uncle Finnigan lost a leg to the venom of a manticore. He was lucky to survive!"

Harry's smile waned. "But if we go then—" Harry was interrupted by a loud scream. A Ravenclaw Prefect was attempting to seal the door to prevent a gigantic claw from forcing it open. Two more prefects rushed to help her as Harry grabbed his wand and tried to cast a spell at the creature. It missed, but rebounded on one of the doors, hitting it in the stomach.

"Ouch!" squealed the creature.

"Don' hurt it! It's jus' confused," called Hagrid, striding across the room. He pulled open his moleskin overcoat and reached for a tiny flask in one of his many pockets, in which shimmered a transparent liquid.

"What's that, Hagrid?" asked Harry, intrigued.

"Oh, tha's jus' a li'l somethin' I use t' calm the creatures tha' get a tad riled up." He pulled the cork off and poured a few drops onto the manticore's paw. Immediately, the giant paw withdrew, and snoring could be heard echoing around the entrance hall. Cautiously, Hagrid eased the door open. The manticore had fallen asleep right outside the door.

"Good thinking Hagrid," exclaimed Dumbledore. "Now that the creature's sleeping, we can transport it to its natural home." Dumbledore then opened a bottle of mead. "Let's continue the celebration!"

"P'fessor, I'd like t' try an' keep 'im as a pet. The Forbidden Forest is jus' too dark an' lonely for 'im."

Dumbledore chuckled, then said, "No, Hagrid. I'm afraid this creature will not be a suitable pet for a school."

"Bu' P'fessor, I know I can 'andle 'im."

"No, Hagrid. It'll be too risky for the students. You may, however, accompany the gentleman to his home." Dumbledore's firm tone silenced him.

"I can see it!" Harry crowed excitedly, but Hagrid's large form was blocking much of the manticore from view.

"It's waking up!" yelled Professor McGonagall, grabbing Harry and Ron by their shoulders and yanking them away from the door. The manticore gave an almighty snore, then immediately stood up and yawned loudly. It looked around.

Dumbledore raised his drink and said, "To your very good health." He downed his mead in a single gulp and placed the goblet on the ground in front of the beast.

The manticore took one step backwards before cautiously leaning forward to sniff the goblet. Then he straightened up and looked Dumbledore in the eye. "Hmm, you will wonder how I broke through your security here at the castle, won't you? It was relatively simple. My good friend, who shall remain nameless for the moment, showed me a secret passage."

"Hmmm... then perhaps you would be so kind as to allow me to examine this passage? We shouldn't leave it unguarded."

The manticore regarded him a moment, then opened his mouth and said, "That is not important. I am going to kill all of you anyway..."

"No, yeh big brute," Hagrid roared and stepped forward, placing himself between the beast and Dumbledore.

Harry jumped forward instinctively. "HAGRID! Watch out for its tail!" Too late. Like a whiplash, the manticore's tail swung back and landed squarely on Hagrid's broad chest. Everybody screamed in horror and ran off to hide, except Hermione.

She drew her wand quickly. "PROTEGO!" she yelled, aiming her wand over the heads of rushing students. A magical shield shimmered ghostly white between the manticore and the students.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore advanced towards the manticore, looking grim. "You may not endanger my students and the staff here. I warn you now to change your course of action or face the consequences." He delivered this ultimatum brandishing his wand. The manticore did not flinch. He seemed untroubled by this threat, as he didn't fear human magic, but he didn't realize that Dumbledore's eyes were not twinkling.

Suddenly a burst of white light enclosed the manticore in a bubble filled with sweet, lilting music, which was only faintly audible to everyone who'd taken cover. The bubble floated out of the great front doors with the manticore swaying gently inside the bubble. Hagrid stepped outside, accompanied by Dumbledore.

"Take him out of Hogwarts' boundaries and return him to his natural habitat in Iran. It will be a long journey."

"Don' worry P'fessor! You can coun' on me!" Hagrid ran towards the front gates, the bubble bouncing along in front of him.

"Music has magic beyond anything we do here," announced Dumbledore, as he watched the departing manticore. "And now, Professors Snape and McGonagall will demonstrate the Macarena!" Snape looked mutinous, but followed Professor McGonagall onto the dance floor.

"Shall we, Severus?" said Professor McGonagall. The music started as both began to dance. The students gathered around to watch as they moved uncertainly.

"Enough!" Snape yelled, as his robes turned bright pink. Snape stormed off amidst gales of laughter from all assembled.

Professor Dumbledore stepped onto the dance floor. "May I join you, Professor McGonagall?" She nodded briskly and they started moving their hands in perfect unison. Everyone laughed and cheered. Soon, all the students began doing the Macarena, except Draco Malfoy.

"Come on, Draco," yelled Pansy Parkinson, "it's fun!" Harry laughed as Malfoy attempted to escape, but Pansy dragged him onto the dance floor. He actually danced quite well to Harry's surprise. But Professor Sinistra, who was dancing with Professor Flitwick, was stumbling wildly. At one point, she fell flat on her face while doing the hip-swivel. Flitwick helped her to her feet. Harry thought they danced well together despite their differing heights. Gyrating wildly, they took center stage, drawing every eye in the Great Hall to the dynamic duo.

Hermione grinned at Ron and Harry. "That's something you don't see everyday." she chuckled.

"Not a bad party considering we all almost died," Ron remarked.

"Yeah," said Harry, "It's nice when everyone survives the night's festivities relatively unharmed."

"I wonder if Dumbledore found out about this beast - I'd like to find the slimy git who let it in!" Ron said, making a fist. Harry and Hermione nodded in agreement.





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This story was first posted by Potteraholic - May 18, 2008 7:22 am (#1034 of 2994) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "The First Defiance"


"How do we find Voldemort?" James and Lily were preparing to search for him and his inner circle of Death Eaters.

Dumbledore frowned. "He was last seen outside Hogsmeade in the mountains north of the village. But we think he's moved south to be closer to people like the Lestranges and the Malfoys." James nodded and picked up his invisibility cloak.

"Well, we won't find him sitting here," said Sirius, standing up quickly. "Let's go then, before you two demonstrate another overly basic lesson in defense." James scowled, but Lily laughed at the banter between them. They hoisted duffle bags and James threw his invisibility cloak over the three of them. Sirius was forced to crouch next to James and Lily as they made their way out.

"Wait! Your feet are still visible," said Dumbledore. "Maybe you should Apparate to Remus' place — it will be easier to get to the area where the Death Eaters are. Give Remus my regards."

"We can't. It's the full moon and he'll be, uh, busy," James explained.

Lily nodded. "That's alright. Peter lives near there."

"Of course, Remus' condition! How could I forget? You must think senility is taking its toll on me," Dumbledore replied.

Lily smiled at him, "Professor, we know better than to think anything of the sort!"

Dumbledore smiled back, but his eyes lingered on the cloak just a bit too long, and James looked at him curiously. "Is something wrong, Professor?"

"No... there is just something about your cloak... I'd like to have a closer look at it sometime."

"Why don't you take it now," James suggested, "We can manage without it, I think."

Dumbledore seemed to inwardly wrestle with his desire to examine the curious object. "Another time. Now, be safe and watch each other's backs."

Sirius smiled and nodded at James and Lily. "James likes to watch Lily's back enough for the both of us!" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled; hearing Sirius' good-natured ribbing helped focus his mind on the challenge they were now facing.

"Don't forget," Dumbledore added, "Voldemort may be expecting you to seek Alastor's advice, so don't go anywhere near his home."

James nodded, "Yeah, we already figured he'd be keeping an eye on Moody's place."

The trio waved goodbye, then Apparated to a quiet wood near Peter Pettigrew's house. Carefully, they made their way to the nearby village, wands out, and ready. As they approached the village, a sudden movement in the trees stopped them dead in their tracks. James signaled the others to grab hold of his arm. However, before they could even make a move, a stag and a doe suddenly bounded from the thicket. The trio watched, startled, as the pair slowed to a walk and looked at them. Then, as quickly as they appeared, they disappeared.

"That was unexpected... do you suppose," whispered James, "they were running from the Death Eaters?"

"Yes!" squeaked a voice from below. A small and familiar rat emerged from the dense undergrowth. He crawled up on Lily's lap as James scowled. "I—"

"Geroff, Wormtail!" James said, shaking the scruffy rat into the nearby bush.

"Don't EVER do that again," Lily exclaimed angrily. "You could've hurt him!" Peter scrambled through the bushes in an attempt to get away from the angry bowtruckles that he'd disturbed when he'd fallen. Lily scooped him up, glaring at James. "Let him change back—"

SNAP!

Startled, Lily dropped Wormtail. Before the trio could move, a large foot stepped on Peter's tail. "Stupefy!" Lily shouted, pointing her wand at the figure that had emerged from the shadows. It was Macnair, a sneer frozen across his face. "Oh my," gasped Lily.

Another figure was emerging from the trees nearby, holding his wand out. "Cru—"

"Expelliarmus!" shouted James, knocking the blond wizard's wand to the ground.

"Behind you!" yelled Sirius, who shot a spell towards the woman. She ducked the spell, grabbing the blond wizard's wand from among the leaves.

"Avada Kedavra!" she yelled, pointing the wand at Lily. James pulled Lily away just in time.

Sirius shot a spell over to the woman, Bellatrix, his cousin, but missed. "What a surprise to find you here," Sirius jeered. "Fancy a bit of a duel with your favorite cousin?"

"STOP!" the blond wizard shouted. "We have our orders!" Bellatrix glared at Barty Crouch, but did not lower her wand. "Where's my wand?" Barty asked.

"What? This? I thought it was a twig." Bella smirked, keeping her eyes on Sirius. "Rennervate!" she said, pointing her wand at Macnair. James and Lily moved quickly, sinking back into the shadows, and Sirius Dispparated while Bella was distracted by Macnair. Peter was hiding in a hollow under a pile of leaves.

"Argh! They got away! The Dark Lord will not be happy to find out we let them escape!" Barty snapped.

A rustle on the ground got Macnair's attention. He saw Peter scurrying through the undergrowth, but wasn't quick enough to kill him. He hated rats. "Spread out," barked Macnair, "they might still be somewhere around here!"

James covered Lily with the invisibility cloak and they stayed silent, hoping to hear any information of Voldemort's whereabouts. Suddenly, the Dark Lord himself appeared.

"M…my Lord," gasped McNair, I... I... didn't think that you would come..."

Voldemort looked at the Death Eaters that had failed him. "The Order of the Phoenix is gaining ground. I will not allow upstarts such as those Gryffindors to interrupt my plans for total control of the Ministry of Magic. You will now find the three you neglected to capture and make sure you don't lose them again, or you will feel the sharp sting of my wand."

With a swish of cloaks, Macnair, Bellatrix, and Barty sped away into the night. James and Lily stayed under the invisibility cloak. Voldemort looked around seeming to sense their presence. Listening intently, he moved with stealth, inching ever closer to the pair.

"We can't stay here," James whispered.

"But we don't know what's happening or where Sirius and Peter are now," Lily whispered in reply.

Voldemort stopped within inches of the tree they were standing behind. James shifted his weight. "Let's go!" James said, gripping his wand tightly. "Expelliarmus!" he exclaimed. Voldemort turned at the sound of his voice. His wand flew out of his hand and landed on a tree stump. James, hearing the clatter, dove for it, shrugging off the cloak.

"You," hissed Voldemort, as James triumphantly grabbed the fallen wand and held it in front of him. Lily stepped forward, her wand pointing at Voldemort's heart. Together, they slowly advanced on him. Lily glanced sideways at James.

"You fools! Do you really think you can defeat me?" Voldemort snapped, pushing back his left sleeve. A vile rodent scurried out from behind a stump, distracting Voldemort long enough to stop his hand's movement from reaching his Dark Mark. Lily quickly conjured ropes, attempting to bind Voldemort but he moved too quickly. Laughing maniacally, he pressed his finger to his left forearm.

Moments later, the three Death Eaters appeared at his side, their wands at the ready. "Get them!" Voldemort shrieked. James and Lily ducked as a flash of light skimmed past their heads, but before they could do any more, a welcome, familiar werewolf charged towards them.

James turned to Lily and said, "If I get us out of this alive, promise me that you'll marry me, okay?!"

Lily didn't have time to answer, since she was too busy ducking flying spells. Sirius raced alongside the werewolf.

"Padfoot! Moony! Cover Lily! Now, you slimy git, take that!" James pointed his wand at Voldemort. His mind raced, desperately trying to decide his next move.

"Expelliarmus!" hollered a Death Eater and both James' and Voldemort's wands flew skyward. Padfoot jumped into the fray and snatched James' wand out of the air, disappearing into the trees. Remus, meanwhile, was preparing to attack the Death Eaters. James grabbed Lily's hand and turned on the spot, forgetting that he had lost his wand.

"Hold on tight!" Lily cried reaching out to grab Remus' tail. With James and Remus on either side of her, she Disapparated, hearing Voldemort's cries of fury. Godric's Hollow appeared instantly. So did Sirius, holding James' wand. They all looked a bit worse for wear. Remus bounded off into the distance, silhouetted in the moonlight.

"Where's Peter?" Lily asked with concern.

"Probably safe in his hole somewhere," Sirius replied. "He'll come out when he's sure the coast is clear. He's not always the bravest rat," he concluded.

"Speak of the devil," said James as the familiar rodent-like face popped into view.

Lily quickly ran to him. "Are you okay? How did you get away, Peter?"

"It was tough," Peter gasped, clutching his chest. "I had to fight off three of them—"

"What a load of tosh!" Sirius interrupted. "I bet you waited until they were gone before you transformed."

Peter squirmed uncomfortably. "I did overhear He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named talking about his plans for... um..."

"Spit it out!" urged James. "Let's hear it."

"Well, let's see... I think he was intending to attack ... er, some wizards who, um... maybe we should go someplace else to um... talk about this. There might be... um...

"I don't think you heard anything," Sirius drawled. "You just have to ride on our coattails."

"Well, he's right about not continuing to talk out here," Lily interrupted. "Let's get inside the Potters' house."

They moved towards the house.

"Oh, by the way, James, remember that question you asked earlier? Something about 'if you got us out of this alive?' Well, technically, I got us out of it, but if you really meant it, the answer is, 'Yes'," she smiled.






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This story was first posted by Potteraholic - May 30, 2008 12:55 am (#1504 of 2994) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "Dumbledore’s Army: Alive and Kicking"


Neville put down his paintbrush. He was painting the Muggle way. So he wouldn't attract attention, he stayed in the shadows, listening intently for any news about Harry. The common room was quiet and subdued. Ginny, Seamus, and Luna were in a huddle by the fireplace, reading the latest copy of the Daily Prophet. It was a well-known fact that the Prophet was a lying piece of rubbish, not worth the parchment it was printed on. But sometimes it was informative. For instance, last week it reported that the Ministry had started reforms intended to limit the number of Half-blood wizards who could work in the Ministry.

That could only mean, thought Neville, that the Ministry is determined to force people like Tonks out of work. They see her as a threat. "There's a threat to our freedom that grows every day!" said Neville angrily. The other Gryffindors turned to look at him.

"What do you mean? What are you on about?" asked Ginny, a look of confusion on her face.

"I'm just thinking about the Ministry's latest insane reforms," muttered Neville. "How much more can people put up with? It's awful! There's nothing wrong with half-bloods!"

"You're preaching to the wrong people, Neville," advised Seamus. "Remember, I'm one of the half-bloods they're after."

"Agreed," said Ginny. "We've got to get the message out to You-Know-Who's followers that Hogwarts still supports Dumbledore's ideals of tolerance."

"That's why you're painting those banners, isn't it?!" said Seamus.

Luna walked over to have a look. "They're very nice, but I think you should finish them off using magic. Then you can make them faster. And the message, 'Dumbledore's Army: United Against Pureblood Prejudices' in flashing text would make them look even more spectacular."

Seamus smirked, "I think they'll do fine just as they are. Want some help hanging—"

"Seamus, wait," Ginny interrupted, "Luna's idea was really good! I think the banners should stand right in the Entrance Hall. They'll make quite an impact."

Neville regarded his friends warmly. "Great ideas everyone! Let's get working!" An hour later they had made twelve banners. "I think we should put anti-trace charms on them so we don't get caught. Snape won't let it go unpunished." After they had decided where to hang each banner, three teams snuck out into the corridors. The banners were stowed under their robes as they crept stealthily downstairs. The Patil sisters were lookouts, making sure that Filch wasn't lurking nearby. Neville led the way, keeping an eye on everyone.

He was eager to protect them all and was grateful that Parvati volunteered to lead one of the teams. She had asked Padma to perform a tricky Disillusionment spell to hide the banners.

"Until breakfast," Padma had explained, "then they'll be visible to everyone walking by."

"Okay, great!", Neville had exclaimed. Padma joining in, along with Parvati, had reinforced Neville's resolve by meeting's end.

The Gryffindors scuttled back to their common room because approaching footsteps told them that the night patrol had begun their rounds. Luna and Padma headed back to their tower.

"Now what?" asked Ginny.

Now we wait here," Neville whispered, standing outside the Fat Lady's portrait. The door swung open and they scrambled inside. Neville turned to Ginny and said, "Let's try again. I wish we had Harry's cloak. We still have one banner to hang. Let's put it outside the Headmaster's office."

Twenty minutes later, they were approaching the gargoyle at the base of the office's hidden staircase. The corridors hummed with menace. "We've got to hurry," Ginny said, as they quickly unfurled the banner, levitated it, and secured it in position above them. They turned to leave but the sound of voices stopped them in their tracks.

"Quickly, in here," whispered Neville, ushering them into an empty room nearby. Snape was talking quietly to Madam Pomfrey. He was asking about an injury of a Hufflepuff student that had been whipped by Filch.

"It's disgraceful! Abominable! I can't believe the students in this school," Madame Pomfrey fumed, "are being treated this way!"

"I'll speak to Filch in the morning, tell him not to strike them so... enthusiastically," Snape replied.

"Now, good night." He turned, faced the gargoyle, and murmured the password, pure-blood. The gargoyle leapt aside and the revolving staircase swept Snape out of sight.

"Neville, did you hear that?” Ginny asked excitedly. "How lucky are we?" she continued.

"What do you mean?" asked Neville. "Oh, wait, I think I see. We now know the password, so we can get into Snape's office whenever we like!"

"Exactly!" agreed Ginny. "We could get the sword for Harry. You know, the one Dumbledore left him in his will? Remember how he used it to save me from the Basilisk?"

Neville nodded. Ginny had been outraged to hear it was in Snape's office. "It's Harry's sword! How dare he keep it?! That traitor's got no right. It belongs to Harry!" she said adamantly.

"You sound just like me earlier," smiled Neville. "Snape's not on my list of favorite people either. It would please me to no end to show him that Dumbledore's Army is stronger than ever! This will take planning and teamwork. Let's go talk to the others." Listening intently for footsteps or voices, they crept quietly back out into the corridor.

Back in Gryffindor common room, Ginny said, "So we can get the sword back, you see? But we'll need your help." Seamus nodded eagerly, and Parvati looked enthusiastic.

"When do you want to do it?" asked Seamus.

Ginny thought for a moment, then said, "How about during breakfast? Everyone will be distracted by all the flashing banners, right? Snape will be downstairs trying to remove them."

"Then, while he's out of the way," said Neville, "we can enter his office, grab the sword, find a place to hide it, and go down to the Entrance Hall and act cool."

Seamus chuckled. "That's all? You make it sound so easy. What if there are other enchantments protecting the office?"

"And those two Carrows?" Parvati added. "If they catch us, it'll be the Cruciatus Curse for sure. I can just imagine how Snape would react."

Neville looked at the faces of his friends as Parvati finished speaking and said earnestly, "Listen, I'll completely understand if anyone would rather remain here—"

"Don't you mean the Great Hall?" interrupted Ginny.

Before Neville could respond, Seamus said, "Everyone will think it was us if we don't show up."

Neville shook his head. "The banners should distract everyone long enough for us to get out in time.”

Parvati suggested they split into two groups. Neville and Ginny would get Luna using Hermione's fake galleons. They were sure she would remember that their designated meeting place was now the hospital wing. Seamus and Parvati would keep Snape and the Carrows busy while the others would be sneaking into Snape's office.

"I wish we had a box of Fred and George's fireworks," Ginny commented. "Then we'd be guaranteed some uncontrolled mayhem."

"Well the banners will create some commotion, but I do happen to have some Wildfire Whiz-bangs, Ginny!" Seamus said eagerly.

"Great! That should give us enough of a diversion to make our absence go undetected," Ginny said. "We'd better get some sleep if we want to do our best tomorrow."

The next morning, as students walked into the Great Hall, there was a rustle of excitement in the air. Everyone was looking at the banners. "OUCH!" snapped Pansy Parkinson as a first-year Hufflepuff trod on her foot. "Watch where you're going, idiot!" snarled Pansy. The kid ran off looking scared. The banners flashed their message repeatedly, and caught the attention of the teachers and the staff. Professor McGonagall and Madam Pince appealed for calm as the students became more animated and the Carrows began to shoot stunning spells at random.

"Protego!" Professor McGonagall yelled left, waving her wand. Alecto's spell bounced off the students. Madam Pince ducked just in time. Amycus wasn't quick enough, however. He got hit in the stomach. "HOW DARE YOU HARM THE STUDENTS!" yelled McGonagall, her eyes flashing dangerously as she bore down on them.

"They broke the rules!" Alecto snapped. "They should be punished for their offenses."

Seamus and Parvati were watching the staff table, trying to locate their Headmaster. His seat was ominously empty. "Maybe we should go warn the others," suggested Parvati, looking nervous.

"I think we should wait," Seamus responded. "It might look suspicious if we leave now." Lavender nodded, looking nervous. Suddenly a loud bang erupted around the hall. Snape had entered just as McGonagall sent a door-closing spell behind him.

"What is going on here?" Snape asked angrily. "Who's responsible for these things?"

A silence immediately fell over the Hall. Snape's dark eyes swept around the frightened students, and lingered momentarily on Seamus and Parvati. They tried not to look too concerned and gazed up at the banners, feigning disbelief.

Minutes earlier, Neville and Ginny had entered the hospital wing. They were relieved to see that it was empty, except for Luna. "That's good," said Neville. He and Ginny quickly went over the plan with Luna, before the three headed off to Snape's office.

The gargoyle obligingly slid aside when Ginny said the password. The trio silently glided up the steps. They stood in front of the door, their hearts hammering loudly. "Ready?" Ginny asked, reaching for the handle and turning it. The door swung open. They walked in cautiously, looking around. Ginny spotted the sword and headed straight for it.

Neville wandered over to Dumbledore's portrait, staring at it. "Do you think we should try and wake him? He may be helpful."

Luna gazed dreamily at the portrait. "He is obliged to serve the current Headmaster. All of them are," she answered.

"Who are you?" demanded a dark-haired wizard from one of the portraits. They turned to looked, startled.

"We are here on Professor Snape's orders," Ginny replied.

"Headmaster Snape," said the dark-haired wizard quietly, "would never send students here alone. He is not stupid. He's a Slytherin, after all," drawled Phineas Nigellus, eyeing them disdainfully.

"Let's get the sword and go," said Ginny. "We shouldn't waste time talking to him." She walked towards the glass case which contained the gleaming sword. She looked for a latch to open it. There was nothing. "How do I get this thing out?" she asked the others.

"Try Alohamora," said Neville. "That's what Hermione would do."

"Or we could perhaps smash the case," Luna added serenely.

“Smash it!" Phineas exclaimed. "What gives you the right even to touch a school treasure?! Only the Headmaster may open that cabinet. This is theft!" Phineas Nigellus looked outraged as Ginny proceeded to point her wand at the case and smash it. There was a loud bang.

Downstairs, loud bangs were emanating from the Great Hall as well. Seamus and Parvati had set off fireworks in desperation after Snape had questioned them about their friends' whereabouts. They knew that he didn't believe them and figured that they had to stop him from leaving. Giant fiery dragons were chasing Alecto Carrow around the hall. Amycus was trying to help her, but he was unsuccessful. Snape was silently staring at the banners. He realized that Ginny Weasley was nowhere to be seen, or Neville, or Luna.

"They are up to something,” he muttered, and swept out of the Hall.

The glass case was shattered. The sword was glittering brightly as Ginny bent to pick it up. "Okay, got it! Let's get out of here!" Ginny called out behind her. The three ran towards the door but the next moment, they could hear footsteps ascending the spiral staircase. Phineas Nigellus laughed maliciously while a wary Snape approached the trio. They tried to hide the sword but the pieces of broken glass told Snape everything.

"Give me that sword," he demanded angrily.

"It's not your property!" Ginny blurted out boldly.

Snape looked at her for a moment before speaking. "The sword belongs to Hogwarts as you should know perfectly well, given the fact that it was used to save you, Miss Weasley.” Snape's eyes darkened angrily.

The students returned the stare. "If Dumbledore left it to Harry, then it is Harry's," said Neville confidently.

"Quiet!" demanded Snape. "The Ministry has decided that the sword should remain in the school, and so, give it to me! Now!" He pointed his wand at the sword. "Expelliarmus!" Snape shouted and the sword flew across the office towards Dumbledore's portrait. But Snape quickly intercepted it, shouting, "Accio sword!" The sword fell neatly into his hand. Snape turned towards the trio.

"What's goin' on 'ere then?" Amycus asked. He'd followed the Headmaster to his office and come upstairs unnoticed. Snape swiftly hid the sword under his cloak. Amycus didn't notice anything. "You caught the trouble-makers then, Headmaster?" asked Amycus.

But Snape, staring at the trio intently, ignored him. "You three will get detention for this," he explained. "For this grave transgression, you must go into the Forbidden Forest and help Hagrid for as long as he needs you."

Amycus sneered. "That place is no picnic, but surely the Cruciatus Curse would be a better punishment."

"No, Amycus, I'll decide what's best, but I do appreciate your concern. As Headmaster, I have the last word, however." Snape turned to address Neville, Ginny, and Luna. "Classes start in five minutes. Don't be late. Now get out of my office. Goodbye, Amycus." The three students turned and fled quickly down the stairs. They didn't stop until they had reached the third floor.

"Detention with Hagrid?!" a gobsmacked Neville exclaimed. "How did we get away so easily?"

Ginny shrugged. "I don't know. It is strange."

Now Luna spoke. "Well, my father thinks Professor Snape is following Dumbledore's secret instructions encoded in song from Celestina Warbeck." She smiled and Ginny and Neville nodded in bemused agreement.





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Potty Five Words: "Minerva's Mistake, A Lesson Learned"


Minerva's fourteenth birthday was approaching. She was planning to spend the day, a Sunday, practicing charms. Her teacher had set an exam for next week and she was determined to get an Outstanding on it. Minerva even planned to skip Quidditch practice, where she was a Chaser. She did not expect practice to go ahead anyway. It had been raining for two weeks nonstop and the weather was unusually gloomy.

"I wish this rain would stop," said a voice behind her. "I want to go flying, and at this rate," whined Augusta, "I won't be able to practice until Spring." Minerva looked out at the darkened sky. It reminded her of the potion she had made in class on Friday. It was supposed to be blue but instead it turned a sludgy dark grey exactly like the sky was now. Sighing, Augusta slumped into the chair and said, "Minnie, your birthday is coming up. Are you going to just sit here? I think you should have a party! Algie knows how to get hold of some butterbeers. Maybe we could—"

"No, don't bother. I would rather study for Charms," Minerva stated flatly.

Augusta rolled her eyes. "Charms is easy," she declared. "I never study." A noise made them look up. They were surprised to see a handsome eagle owl, pecking at the window, a large silhouette against the sky.

"What's that owl carrying in its beak?" asked Augusta. Minerva approached the window and opened it. The owl hopped onto the window ledge and waited patiently for Minerva to remove the small leather pouch that was hanging securely from its beak. She opened the letter and smiled. It was from her mother. Writing tiny letters was her signature style. Dad always sent voluminous scrolls tied with tartan ribbons, but this one had a neat little bow. Minerva put the letter aside. Inside the pouch was a small silver hourglass.

"Wow," whispered Augusta. "That's beautiful. What does it do? What does the letter say?"

"It's from my Mum. I wonder where she got this? These things are very rare," Minerva pondered.

"Is that what you wanted for your birthday?" Augusta asked. She absent-mindedly offered the owl some of her pumpkin juice. "Well, if it is, you're lucky!" she continued. Minerva wasn't listening. She was writing a thank-you letter to her mother on a piece of personalized parchment. She finished it quickly, then attached it to the patient owl sitting quietly on Minerva's table. "Here, have some owl treats," she said softly. When the treats had been eaten, the owl left.

"You haven't told what that thing is yet," said Augusta. "I've never seen anything like it before." She reached out to touch it, but Minerva pulled it away. Augusta, sulking, stormed off towards the portrait hole of the Gryffindor common room.

"Wait! Don't get upset! It's just a family heirloom. I didn't mean to be selfish," called Minerva. Augusta's curiosity got the better of her, so she slowly returned. Minerva held out the delicate hourglass for her friend to see. "It's a special kind of hourglass. My great-grandmother got this when she was in Paris, on her honeymoon. It's a time-turner."

Augusta looked at Minnie in disbelief. She reached out to touch it. This time, Minerva allowed her friend to hold the delicate, yet powerful, object. "How does it work?" Augusta asked.

"It's got to be worn around the neck," Minerva began, displaying the chain. "Then, you turn it back to go back one hour in time." Augusta's eyes widened with excitement. "You mean, you can relive your life?" she asked excitedly.

"Well, sort of," Minerva replied. "But you've got to be very careful how you use it, because you can change things for the worse easily."

"Hang on, you said, 'I wonder where she got this', but then you said it's an heirloom of your great-grandmother's!"

"Oh, right. You see, my aunt had it and my mother couldn't convince her to give it up. She doesn't have any children of her own and Mum wondered what would happen to it after she died. She thought it was lost or had been hidden somewhere. Her note didn't explain." She shrugged and put on the necklace. "Want a demonstration?" Minerva asked.

"Yes, of course!" exclaimed Augusta.

Minerva put the chain over Augusta's head. "Listen, it's really important that we stay hidden when we go back in time. If we see ourselves, we run the risk of going mad or worse! My aunt came very, very close to that once."

"Understood! Let's go!" Augusta said.

"Is there anything we would like to see again, Auggie?" In reply, Augusta took hold of the hourglass and turned it over twice. Minerva gasped but it was too late and the room dissolved in a whirl of color. The pair landed in the library. "Come! Behind those shelves! Quickly!" Augusta and Minerva dashed over to a dark corner nearby. "We are over there!" whispered Minerva, pointing to a row of desks not far from where they stood. They also saw Walburga Black, sitting with a curious-looking book on her desk. Some other Slytherins were hovering around her. Minerva stood on tiptoe looking around cautiously, peering through the shelves to get a better view of Walburga.

"What are you two doing, playing hide-and-seek?" called Madam Parch, the librarian.

"Sorry," they whispered in unison, but she proceeded to usher them out of the corner and to the door at the far end of the room. The girls quickly pulled their robes up around their necks as they followed behind Madam Parch. Out of the corner of her eye, Minerva saw that her earlier library self was getting up to find another Charms book. Reaching out quickly, she pulled a book off a shelf, but Augusta pushed her behind another shelf. Minerva opened the book to hide her face and nudged Augusta, pointing to the title of a chapter called 'Hex-Deflection'.

"You two! What are you doing again?" Madam Parch demanded, shooing them out from behind the shelves. Trying to avoid attracting attention, they managed to get past their other selves and into the corridor.

"That was close!"

"Minerva!" They heard Walburga shouting behind them. They looked at each other in alarm. Walburga was staring at them with undisguised shock and confusion. Her eyes slid from the pair in the corridor to the pair at the next table.

Augusta grabbed Minerva by the arm and yelled "Polyjuice Potion!" Before Walburga's astonished gaze, they turned, and quickly walked away.

Two floors above, they found an empty classroom. "Imagine what would have happened if we had been seen by a teacher? We're lucky that Madam Parch has the I.Q. of a cow, and didn't notice our other selves," Minerva said. "That idea of Polyjuice Potion," she continued, "please explain how it'll help. You know Walburga will see our other selves and tell Madam Parch."

"Yes, and they'll think we used Polyjuice Potion, figuring some other kids are impersonating us, so then—"

"Auggie, my head's spinning! We're going to the dormitory and staying there," Minerva said. "It's just too dangerous!" She was absolutely horrified.

Augusta looked disappointed. "But we got away with it, didn't we, Minnie?"

"That's not the point, Auggie!" Minerva couldn't believe how reckless Augusta was being. Suddenly, they heard voices from the corridor.

"... has clearly gone mad. What nonsense she was talking! I..." Two Ravenclaws, Miranda Goshawk and Carlotta Pinkstone, were walking past Minerva and Augusta's hiding place, chatting loudly as they walked. The panic-stricken girls, hiding in trepidation, listened to this passing conversation in silence. Finally, the pair had a better sense of what was going on.
"Did you hear that? Miranda said Walburga's gone crazy!" Augusta smiled.

"It's not funny, Auggie. This is why my aunt probably hid this thing from my mother. Messing with time's dangerous." She paused. "Carlotta said that Madam Parch threw us out after Walberga stormed up and started ranting and raving."

"But she made you return that book first. That's funny!" Augusta giggled despite the stern look Minerva was giving her.

"How are we going to get back without being seen?" Minerva said.

"Don't worry," Augusta reassured her. "If we don't run into ourselves, everything will be just fine!"

Two more sets of footsteps attracted their attention suddenly. Minerva and Augusta drew closer to the room where the other Minerva and Augusta, the future pair, were listening eagerly to the noises in the corridor. They held their breath and listened.

"What was that?" said the Augusta outside the room.

"I have no idea. Now, hurry," library Minerva said nervously. She looked around, worried that Madam Parch might've said something to Professor Dumbledore. "Suppose Professor Dumbledore hears about this madness. We can't even explain it ourselves! There we were, quietly studying, and next thing we know, Walburga, that cow started to go on..." Her voice faded as the pair walked down the hallway.

"Nice language, Minnie," future Augusta said, looking rather amused. Minerva smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "We should really get back, shouldn't we Minnie?"

"Yes, we've had enough excitement for one day." They moved furtively along the corridor back towards the staircase. Professor Dumbledore's sudden appearance startled the pair, who quickly tried to appear nonchalant.

He gave them a curious glance. "Why, Miss Featherstone and Miss McGonagall, how fortuitous that I should meet you, again, so soon." His eyes lingered on Minerva's time-turner, dangling from the chain around her neck. "I heard the most astonishing anecdote involving the two of you," Dumbledore declared, "whose veracity seems almost improbable." He smiled at them. "I would have thought, Miss McGonagall, that your understanding of the potential consequences of your family's very powerful heirloom, would warrant a little more caution on your part."

Minerva blushed. She hesitated for a second, then stammered an apology. Dumbledore seemed to understand the predicament and waved the apology aside. "No lasting harm has been done yet. However, you may want to limit your use of your time-turner in the future."

Minerva nodded in agreement. Now, if I only knew where the other me is at the moment, I—

Augusta interrupted Minerva's thoughts with a poke to the ribs. "Minnie, maybe Professor Dumbledore can tell us how to get back to normal, with just a simple spell."

"I'm afraid there is no such spell. The way to rectify this is to return to the place from where your journey began," Dumbledore stated with an encouraging smile. "Return just after your other selves depart."

Minerva heard this news with dismay. There were still forty minutes left before their past selves would disappear. What would they do until then and where could they go?

Professor Dumbledore seemed to sense that they needed additional advice, more practical in nature. "Why don't two wait with me for a while until you can return. How much more time do you have to wait?" he asked. When he heard how long it would be, he nodded. "Splendid! We'll chat over tea and hot buttered rolls." He led them down some stairs to his office. A house-elf delivered a tray of refreshments after the girls were comfortably seated. Dumbledore hummed contentedly as they ate, staring affectionately at Fawkes. Minerva felt ill at ease, but Augusta was thoroughly enjoying Dumbledore's story about the Animagus who did incredible aerial stunts.

"It's time to go," Minerva stated, standing suddenly. "Sorry, Professor, for interrupting your story," she apologized nervously. "But we only have ten minutes to get back."

"No apology needed," he replied. "Timeliness is a valued trait, Miss McGonagall. Now, Lachlan the Lanky may provide a convenient vantage point to witness the departure of your fellow Gryffindors." They nodded gratefully and left. The pair sprinted upstairs to the seventh floor. They rushed to the statue near the Fat Lady's portrait and hid behind it. While waiting to time their entrance into the common room, Augusta remembered that she had seen Algie lurking there, by the door, just before they left. A few minutes later, they saw him climb out of the portrait hole.

"Psst! Minnie," whispered Augusta. "Algie's just left. That means that our past selves are just about to disappear. We should head back in now." The girls emerged from their hideaway and scurried over to the portrait hole. After gaining entry, they ducked behind the wing-backed armchairs by the back without making a sound. Peering cautiously over the chairs, they saw library Augusta turn over the time-turner. They watched their past selves disappear immediately.

With immense relief, Minerva sank to the floor, smiled, and said, "I am never doing that again."

"Agreed," sighed Augusta.





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Potty Five Words: "Marauder Rescue"


Sirius pulled a small mirror out of his pocket, and held it up to his mouth. "James," he whispered, "can you see me? I need to talk to you." He was watching the mirror intently as a foggy image began to emerge. Black untidy hair and hazel eyes: Sirius Black's best mate was grinning at him from the mirror.

"What's up, Padfoot? Filch catch you out of bounds again?" James asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"Yeah," Sirius replied. "Filch said if he caught me anywhere near the Whomping Willow he would tie me up and whip me with a cactus."

James grinned in amusement. "Sounds like you got off lightly then! Filch once threatened to stop me from playing Quidditch by sitting me on a knarl for a couple of hours but Hagrid talked him out of it. Anyway, what are you doing in detention?"

Sirius' grin widened further. "I'm supposed to be cleaning Filch's chains without magic, but I'm using "Scourgify!" every time he looks away. He's an idiot." Sirius looked over his shoulder to check what Filch was up to, but he was nowhere in sight. Turning back to the mirror, he spoke again, more seriously this time. "Listen James, it's a full moon tonight and I would like to join in the fun you've got planned," Sirius said. "The problem is that I think Filch intends to keep me here all night. A little 'Marauder Rescue' would really help me out here!"

"One 'Marauder Rescue' coming right away!" said James with a smile on his face. Sirius smiled back and disappeared in a fuzzy blob in the mirror. James opened his trunk and removed his invisibility cloak. After checking in his pockets for his wand and getting Peter from the library, he went to the Great Hall to carry out his plan.

Taking a piece of parchment from his bag, James spread it out in front of him. Peter asked, "What are you doing? Homework?" James rolled his eyes.

"No Wormtail. I'm trying to draw a map which will show us where Filch is. That way, when we get Padfoot, we can see exactly where that old rat-face is."

"Hey!" yelled Peter. "What's wrong with rats?"

James smirked but did not say anything to placate his friend. He tapped the parchment with his wand. "Perhaps the 'Four-Point Spell' can be used to bring this map to life," James muttered. Peter watched with awe as tiny black lines snaked quickly across the page.

"Now to see where Filch is lurking. "Point Me Filch!" James whispered, prodding the map with his wand. Peter gasped. A black dot appeared momentarily on the parchment before fading away. James looked disappointed, and tried to perform the spell again. Concentrating even harder this time, he repeated the spell with his wand laying flat against the paper. It didn't do anything.

"Physical contact. A wand needs to have physical contact with the caster in order to work," Peter said firmly. He wasn't the best at magic himself, but he did understand that rudimentary principle.

"Homenum revelio!" whispered James, holding the wand, his face just inches away from the paper. This time, lots of black dots appeared in the Great Hall where they were.

Peter gazed at the map. "Wow, James! That could really come in handy!" exclaimed Peter. James looked surprised at his own handiwork.

"I couldn't have done it without you, Wormtail!" James admitted, clapping his friend on the back. "But I still can't see Filch on here," he frowned, thinking. "This is going to take some time. There are loads of rooms to get through. We need to put this map aside for now and concentrate on arranging the 'Marauder Rescue' I promised Sirius." He turned to watch Lily walking out of the Great Hall in front of them. He accidentally bumped into Peter as he got back to the task at hand.

Peter suggested that they use the invisibility cloak and head down to Filch's office. "Let's take some Dungbombs, too, he really hates those," Peter added. They left the Great Hall and found a secluded classroom – they had hidden some Dungbombs there, in a cupboard. Stashing them in their pockets, they headed towards Filch's office. A few minutes later, Peeves appeared.

"Perfect," whispered James. "We can leave the Dungbombs to him, and concentrate on getting Sirius out of detention." Peter nodded in agreement. They placed several bombs around Filch's office, in the hope that Peeves would see them and set them off. Hiding under the invisibility cloak, the boys crept closer to the door when suddenly some Slytherin fifth-years turned the corner. Peeves chose that moment to detonate the Dungbombs. Severus stopped dead in his tracks while the other Slytherins ducked behind a suit of armor.

"Who did that?" one of the Slytherins asked. Severus looked up and saw Peeves cackling maliciously just under the ceiling. Peeves' raucous laughter muffled the sounds of James and Peter chuckling under the invisibility cloak. As the stench seeped under James' cloak, Peter cast a Bubble-Head Charm to protect them. Just then, the familiar sound of Filch's running footsteps could be heard coming down the corridor, the caretaker sputtering the whole way. James barely suppressed another chuckle as Filch bumped into Severus, who stumbled and fell.

"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?" Filch roared. "Thought you'd set Dungbombs off in my office did you?" he continued, ignoring Severus' attempts to explain. He reached out and grabbed hold of him and one other Slytherin.

"It was Peeves!" they protested. "We had nothing to do with it!"

"A likely story! When the Headmaster hears about it, you will not get away with it so easily as blaming Peeves."

Filch's voice slowly died away as he dragged the two Slytherins down the hall and towards the staircase. The remaining boys scurried away quickly in the deserted, rank-smelling corridor. "All clear!" James said, elated. "Now we can get on with rescuing Sirius."

Peter looked confused, "How are we going to get him out of Filch's office?"

"Are you a wizard or not?" James scoffed. "Alohomora!" he stated with confidence, pointing his wand at the door. It sprang open immediately, exposing the musty closet that served as Filch's office.

Sirius jumped up at the sight of his two friends and said, laughing, "Well, you two took your time, didn't you? Can we please get out of here?” The three Marauders made a speedy exit and headed for the front door, concealed underneath the invisibility cloak. Once outside they made their way to the greenhouses where James stashed the cloak behind a Venomous Tentacula.

The three moved quickly toward the Whomping Willow, its branches tinged silver in the light of the full moon. As they approached, James nodded to Peter who transformed into a rat. He scurried between the swaying branches, his pointed nose twitching with excitement. He pressed his paw on the knothole at the base of the trunk and immediately immobilized the swinging limbs. Grinning at each other, Sirius and James were listening to muffled sounds of howling coming from the Shack. The sounds drew nearer. James and Sirius positioned themselves in the shadows and assumed their Animagus forms.

Moments later, Wormtail reappeared from the tunnel, with a large werewolf following closely behind. The four animals ran lightly towards the dark sanctuary of the Forbidden Forest. The moonlight welcomed them, illuminating their bouncing figures as the friends disappeared amongst the trees, wild and free.





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Post  Potteraholic Wed Aug 03, 2011 7:11 am

This story was first posted by Potteraholic - Jun 18, 2008 1:25 am (#2454 of 2994) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "Expecto Patronum!"


Severus needed a happy memory. It was time to learn something he could hardly wait to be able to use. The Patronus Charm! He had borrowed a purple leather-bound book from the library and now felt ready to attempt the casting of the spell. However, he was having trouble thinking of anything other than the time he had cursed James or memories of Lily, painful but also sweet. He focused on the last Lily memory before that terrible day when everything was lost. The day when they sat together on the grass under an oak tree on the grounds, studying for their next exam, seemed a lifetime ago.

But he remembered everything.

Lily was wearing a green ribbon in her long, red hair to keep it out of her eyes. Those green eyes were what Severus remembered more clearly than anything else. The green eyes that he had gazed into kept coming back in his mind. He concentrated on the moment when Lily looked up at him and smiled as she said, "Why are you in Slytherin? You are so different from them." He could recall exactly the way her eyes narrowed slightly in bewilderment. Instead of answering, he slowly took her hand in his. It was now or never. Lily did not move.

"Lily," he had said. "There's something... important... I would like to ask you. Would you... I..." He was beginning to feel more confident. Then a snitch appeared in the air nearby. Lily removed her hand as a crowd of giggling second-years arrived.

The lightning came so suddenly it took them all by surprise. Heavy rain started an instant later. Severus covered Lily with his cloak. They ran towards the greenhouses, laughing joyfully. The greenhouses were quite crowded. The NEWT students were absorbed in their delicate pruning of a Devil's Snare and took no notice of the pair. They sat talking for a quarter of an hour. The rain petered out when Lily remembered that Severus was wanting to ask her a question. "What was that you were going to ask me before, Sev?" she asked.

He cleared his throat and said, "Well, I just wondered if you'd go to The Three Broomsticks with me next Saturday." He waited anxiously for her answer.

"Oh, that sounds like fun, Sev.” His heart soared so he could say nothing in reply.

This memory served as his best hope to create a corporal patronus. However, he was only producing a silver-white cloud at the first try. He had a hunch that he wasn't concentrating hard enough because of what had happened the very next day.

He sighed. Let's try again. He concentrated hard on the happy memory and shouted, "Expecto patronum!" A silver jet swooped out, then faded.

"Concentrate," he told himself with determination. As he prepared once more, the dreaded task... if only he had happier memories and more time to learn. He needed a sherbet lemon badly, but he was determined to practice... if only he could forget his unhappy memories for a while, he would be able to cast a corporeal patronus. He knew he was being more and more desperate to succeed but that this strain from wanting an Order T-shirt was interfering with his concentration.

Perhaps a pensieve would help. If he could just siphon off his memories of James and leave the memories of Lily, perhaps he would be able to focus. The trouble was Dumbledore had lent his pensieve to Horace Slughorn, who was currently holidaying in Australia. What if he just closed his eyes and pictured Lily without thinking of any specific memory that might be strong enough. Maybe he could get better results if he tried to relax. Perhaps a walk in the forest would help. He was not afraid of long walks in the dark.

Severus carried a Muggle flashlight as well as his wand. He liked being prepared for both Muggle and Magical emergencies. Lily had taught him about Muggle technology. Thinking about it, he realized how ingenious non-magical folk could be. Allowing his instinct to lead him, he wandered through the forest, his cloak billowing after him as he went.

After a while, he realized he was lost. "Point Me!" he whispered, holding his wand lightly and waiting for it to set him in the right direction. A rustling in the trees caught his eyes. He turned his head quickly. A deer, the most beautiful he had ever seen, emerged from the shadows. Severus searched his pockets for something to feed it and found a few crumbs of toast. The deer, a doe, gingerly stepped forward to nibble the dry morsels. Her reddish-brown fur shone in the moonlight and reminded him of Lily's hair when they had walked together in the twilight a few years ago. The doe looked unusually tame.

"You must have been separated from your herd," he murmured as he cautiously tried to stroke the top of her head. He felt strangely drawn to the doe. Her trusting behavior made him feel like a favored guest and like someone who had found a kindred spirit.

All the crumbs were gone now but the doe remained, her deep brown eyes looking at Severus trustingly. "Go on, go back to your herd, where you belong. You won't gain anything by staying away from them," he said gloomily, "or by staying with me. I am not the sort who keeps friends for long." The doe almost seemed to understand him and licked his hand as if trying to console or reassure him. Then once again she looked up at his face. Severus felt the inexplicable urge to stroke her again. The doe blinked and Severus giggled uncontrollably. Then she turned and slowly walked away, stopping and turning once or twice before disappearing into the glimmering, starlit darkness. He felt more relaxed and decided to follow the graceful steps of the doe. She led him further and further into the forest. From far away she reminded him even more of Lily.

The forest looked strangely beautiful in the pale cool light. The trees were crowned with silver and white beams from the stars filtered through the leaves. Suddenly, he heard a strange noise and felt a chill seep into his bones. A dark figure circled above him. Without hesitation, he raised his wand. Lily's eyes flashed across his mind as he shouted, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" A bright silver unicorn charged out of the wand and ran towards the Dementor at full gallop. The Dementor retreated at once and finally left. Stunned, Severus just couldn't believe his eyes. Was the beautiful creature before him his own creation, his corporeal patronus?

The unicorn returned to where he was standing, and Severus watched it with fascination. He reached out towards the beautiful, proud animal, but before he could touch it, it disappeared as mysteriously as it had arrived. He leaned against a tree. This walk will be one that I will always remember for as long as I live, Severus thought to himself. And it was all the better for remembering Lily's beautiful green eyes.

Slowly, Severus walked back out of the forest, a strange peace descending on his troubled soul. He had done it at last! The beautiful doe had given him the strength he needed. The path before him was a bit brighter. Perhaps one day he could be happy looking into a pair of deep, green, almond-shaped eyes again.





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Post  Potteraholic Wed Aug 03, 2011 7:13 am

These stats were first posted by Potteraholic - Jun 18, 2008 1:39 am (#2455 of 2994) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Statistics for Story 79
ordered by first contribution to the story

User
  # of Submissions  
  Julia H.   81
  Potteraholic   43
  azi   23
  Orion   10
  Puck   26
  Anna L. Black   7
  Verity Weasley   35
  PeskyPixie   11
  freshwater   7
  PatPat   5
The user in red is the rightful starter of the next story. They are welcome to pass on the privilege to the user who posted the second most number of times, who may in turn pass it to the user who posted the third number of times in the story, and so forth.

Total Submissions: 248
Total Words: 1240
Last Submission Date: #2446, June 16, 2008, 1:50 P.M. (freshwater)
Total Time to Create Story: 2 days, 18 hours, 15 minutes





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This story was first posted by Potteraholic - Jun 24, 2008 11:07 am (#2802 of 2994) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

Potty Five Words: "Hungarian Rhapsody"


Charlie's first day in Hungary was not a quiet one. The Hungarian Ministry of Magic kept getting frantic reports of wild dragons loose around Budapest. Charlie, an expert on Hungarian Horntails, was put straight to work on dealing with the crisis. The original purpose of his trip had been to obtain a Hungarian Horntail for the purpose of studying its behavior. However, as soon as he heard about the situation, he knew he had to help his Hungarian colleagues. So he jumped on his broomstick and took off towards the hills around the city, where he thought the dragons would be.

Flying above the green landscape, he soon noticed something smoldering below. He slowly circled closer to have a better look. He was surprised to see a baby dragon and a young girl with sandy hair, holding a basket, who was apparently trying to offer it some cat food. The dragon, however, was more interested in the basket than the food, and was emitting fire while trying to snatch it from her. The girl looked no more than five years old and was taking some flowers to her Grandmother's house down the road. The flowers were bright orange and red and blue. She was tugging the basket out of the dragon's mouth. Charlie set down quietly a few steps away. Suspecting adult dragons might not be far away, he took out his wand and maintained constant vigilance.

Suddenly, a large, black dragon swooped out of the sky and landed next to them, weeping loudly. Charlie crept out and plucked the girl to safety just as the dragon sneezed. Watery dragon mucus sprayed everywhere, covering him with slime.

"Urgh!" exclaimed Charlie. "That’s disgusting! Why are you weeping?" he demanded of the dragon, not knowing what to expect in reply. The mighty beast shook its huge head as if it were trying to rid itself of some invisible and extremely irritating pest. Then it started to groan and Charlie had a sudden inspiration. He remembered that the Triwizard Tournament dragons had acted this way because their eggs had been in danger of being taken away. But even if this dragon did have an egg somewhere, why was it in danger? Charlie retreated because he didn't want to provoke the dragon.

Suddenly, a couple of Ministry wizards appeared on flying horses heading directly for Charlie and the dragon. The little girl shrieked and dropped her tin of cat food. The baby dragon moved instinctively towards her even as the adult dragon roared and moved closer to Charlie. Trying not to panic Charlie signaled to the Ministry wizards, one of whom, Botond, he'd first met seven years earlier when he'd been learning the art of dragon hypnotism. Botond flew down and landed beside Charlie, crouching low on the ground to avoid being knocked off-balance by the beating wings. He miscalculated, however, and tumbled head over heels down into the gloopy snot.

"Eugh! This stuff is disgusting!" Charlie fought the urge to laugh as he offered Botond his hand, which was taken gratefully. After they retreated a safe distance from the dragon's thrashing tail, Botond began to wave his wand and Scourgified the disgusting mess. Charlie moved cautiously closer to the dragon.

Just then, the little girl ran straight for the young dragon. "Wait, no!" Charlie shouted as he waved his arms frantically. "Accio girl!" The child flew through the air towards him, landing securely in his arms. The adult dragon lurched forward. The tip of its snout was just inches away from the basket of flowers. It stopped dead suddenly as a loud wailing came from the valley nearby. Everybody turned towards the sound, including the two dragons and Botond's flying horse.

The sound grew louder, causing the ground to tremble. Charlie turned to Botond. "We'd better take cover. That might be a good place." He pointed to a small stone cabin among the trees. He took a firm hold of the child and moved stealthily towards the cabin. Before they reached it, however, a mighty roar stopped them in their tracks. The little girl screamed. Charlie shielded her with his own body just as another Horntail zoomed overhead, it's flaming breath shooting ten feet out in front. It rushed angrily at them, spouting fire angrily as it flew downwards.

"Aguamenti!" yelled Charlie, sending a powerful blast of water to extinguish the flames. The cabin door flew open and a pretty young woman ran out. She grabbed the little girl and rushed back to the cabin, motioning Charlie and the other wizards to follow.

Once inside the small but cozy forest cabin, the young woman, Tünde, thanked the wizards and especially Charlie for protecting her daughter. "I'm so very grateful. You saved my daughter's life," she said in Hungarian.

"Sorry, I don't speak Hungarian," Charlie smiled at Tünde apologetically.

"Don't worry," she said, switching to English at once. "I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't found her. My husband left two years ago and—," she suddenly stopped and turned away from him, her eyes beginning to tear.

"Are you okay?" asked Charlie. The woman turned back and said, "Yes, I'm fine. My name is Tünde. Sorry about that," she added hastily. She had beautiful brown eyes. She smiled at him.

"My name is Charlie and these are my colleagues, Bendegúz, Botond and Zoltán."

"Sit down please. Make yourself at home. I was just preparing some lunch for Mariska, my daughter. Please say you'll stay? I have a freshly baked loaf of bread and a pot of strawberry jam." The four wizards seated themselves around a scrubbed, sturdy table while Mariska took some flowers from her basket and placed them in a vase upon it. Then she snuggled up next to her mother and stared at Charlie. Outside, the dragons started roaring again. Everyone jumped from their seats, wands at the ready. Tünde ran to the window and peered through it. Two adult Horntails were charging at each other. "I've never known them to come out so far before to this part of the forest."

"You two stay in here," Charlie said to Tünde and a frightened Mariska. He and the other wizards left the house, wands raised high and moving stealthily. Immediately, they saw the two Horntails circling and snorting flames high above them. Charlie looked around for the baby dragon and spotted it on the ground shooting fire and flapping its tiny wings. The two adult dragons looked agitated, as if frustrated.

Suddenly an idea occurred to Charlie. He pointed his wand at the baby dragon and began to murmur, "Wingardium Leviosa!" as it rose gently into the air like a big bird. It snorted in surprise and the next moment it was flapping its wings in excitement. The adult dragons made a fuss over the baby as it flew in a circle higher and higher, until, eventually, it reached the top of the female dragon’s head. She nuzzled it affectionately and it puffed contentedly next to her scaly wing. The two adult dragons flew alongside the small one in the direction of the valley.

"Great thinking, Charlie! But why were the adults fighting?" asked Botond. "Something must have confused them."

"Or maybe Dad lost the baby or didn't do what he was supposed to with the little one and Mum got a bit angry." Everyone smiled at Charlie's joke.

Botond offered to escort the dragons back. He'd hypnotize them and Disillusion them to prevent any more Muggle sightings. Charlie was ready to join them, but Tünde called out to him. Zoltán said, "Stay and have a nice visit," and winked. Charlie turned slightly pink and looked quizzically at the others. Botond smirked slightly as he flew away.

Bendegúz whispered, "I suggest a compliment about her child... every woman loves a compliment. The more sincere, the happier she'll be."

After the initial embarrassment wore off, Charlie settled at the table and looked into Tünde's serious brown eyes. He was trying to determine what to say to her, when she spoke suddenly in a soft voice. "Charlie, you were so fearless out there. I really can't thank you enough for protecting Mariska from those dragons. She does not understand how dangerous they can be."

Charlie tried to look modest. "Oh, that was a group effort. All of us—"

But Tünde shook her head. "No, I saw what you did. You were amazing with how you handled those dragons... and Mariska."

She looked over at her daughter who grinned at Charlie, shyly. "Mama, Charlie must be hungry," Mariska said, tugging at her new friend to move him closer to the food.

Charlie smiled at her. "I can tell that your Mum must be a very good cook," he said, remembering his friend's advice. "She must make all kinds of delicious pastries for your family."

"Oh, it's only Mama and me," Mariska said matter-of-factly. Papa hasn't been seen for two years. He—"

"No need to bother our guest with old stories," Tünde said briskly. Her flushed cheeks betrayed her embarrassment. She sighed. Then, holding her head high, she added, "He was English, Ludo Middlemarch was... is his name. ...Would you like a glass of wine, Charlie? I have some excellent elf-made wine from the Balaton hills, greatly valued by the local population."

"Thank you. ...Let's have a toast," Charlie said, raising his glass. "To Mariska, a brave little friend of dragons and dragon wranglers, and to Tünde, the prettiest and best cook in all of Hungary!" He winked at Mariska who beamed at him. Charlie cleared his throat. "Er... Tünde? Would you be interested in going to the Hungary vs. Bulgaria Quidditch match with me next week?" he asked casually, while twirling the stem of his wineglass.

Tünde looked surprised but also pleased. "I... I would love to go," she said, "but I don't know if I can. I'll need to ask my mother to look after Mariska while I am away."

Charlie smiled. Then he thought, That might be just the thing! I haven't been out in a long time! "Well, if you'd like to bring Mariska along, that would be fun!"

Tünde smiled, "Well, in that case, we accept, don't we, Mariska dear?" Mariska smiled, delighted.

"Then it's a date," Charlie replied, smiling just as widely.





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