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Post  Potteraholic Mon Aug 08, 2011 4:52 pm

This story was first posted by PatPat - Jan 29, 2009 1:37 am (#730 of 2998) on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

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Potty Five Words: "Rita Buzzes Around"


Rita Skeeter was skulking around Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop. She had heard a rumor that Arthur Weasley and Molly Prewett were sneaking off the grounds for a secret rendezvous in Hogsmeade. Rita's mad crush on Arthur Weasley had driven her to peeping through windows. Footsteps from behind made Rita turn with alacrity.

"Well look who's here!" said a cheery Arthur.

"Rita Skeeter!" came another voice, this one much less friendly. Rita scowled as she looked at the couple holding hands. Molly was also frowning, "What brings you here, Rita?" she asked pointedly, through slightly clenched teeth.

Rita waved her hand nonchalantly and replied, "Oh, I was just in the mood for a cup of tea..."

"There's tea at Hogwarts," Molly said.

Rita gave her a look of contempt. "I like Madam Puddifoot's teas much better than that swill the house-elves make."

"Well, Arthur and I want to have a private conversation, so please excuse us."

"We do?" Arthur asked, looking at Molly with surprise.

Rita smirked and tossed her blond curls, "Of course." She pretended to act like she hadn't the slightest concern what Arthur was saying. Molly looked at Rita suspiciously. She didn't trust her for one time-turning second.

Molly turned her attention to Arthur, linking her arm with his, saying, "Let's go inside and find a cozy corner for just the two of us." She pushed open the shop door. The scent of coffee wafted invitingly toward them as they made their way to a small table in the furthest corner. Rita followed and sat at a table nearby, facing Arthur. She reapplied her red nail polish as she waited to order. Arthur leaned across the table and showed Molly the Muggle wristwatch he had purchased at a church jumble sale. It didn't work, however, but he was still very excited about it.

"Look! Here's the knob you twist to make the hands move. Apparently, winding it every day keeps it running." His enthusiasm made Molly smile. She didn't understand his strange obsession with Muggle artifacts, but at least he was sharing his excitement with her. Rita would just turn green with envy if she knew that Arthur had given me a Muggle quill, a beautiful gold one, for my birthday. She glanced at Rita's table and saw that she'd also applied bright red lipstick. Looks like a scarlet woman, Molly thought.

Rita took out her mascara and began reapplying it liberally. Satisfied with the effect after checking her reflection in a spoon, she gazed around at all the other couples, and rose quickly. Passing Arthur, she "accidentally" fell into his lap, knocking the milk pitcher over, showering Molly. Arthur, jumping up, performed a drying charm, dropping Rita to the floor with a resounding thud. The other customers snickered into their teacups at the sight of Rita with her robes splayed all around her and her lipstick smudged across her cheek.

"Are you okay, Rita?" Arthur asked with concern in his voice.

Rita was frowning and replied, "Everyone's laughing at me! I don't think it's very funny, Molly!"

"I didn't do anything!" Molly retorted hotly. "I was just sitting here, and you spilled milk all over me, you... you..."

"Now, now," Arthur soothed, looking from one seething girl to the other. Molly had got to her feet and was staring at Rita with her hands clenched in fists. He stepped forward and helped Rita up off the floor.

Molly quickly grabbed a chair, "Here, Rita. You can sit. We're leaving." She then pulled Arthur aside and spoke in hushed tones, "Arthur, let's get out of here. There's something I want to get at Honeydukes."

Arthur looked confused, "What about Rita? It wouldn't be polite to just leave her here by herself."

Molly replied, "She came here by herself, didn't she? Why can't she just leave by herself?" She didn't wait for a response, but turned and headed for the door. Arthur glanced apologetically at Rita and shrugged.

"Is Molly feeling jealous?" Rita asked, smugly.

Arthur didn't hear her, since he was already running out the door after Molly. Rita decided it was time to go back to Hogwarts. Arthur seemed to fancy Molly. A love triangle was not her style. She would tell her friends her own version of what had happened in the café. In it, she'd make sure that Molly was painted as a batty, fool!

As she trudged through the gates she planned her opening line for this week's column in the school paper, 'The Hogwarts Herald'.

Molly Prewett's love potion seems to be missing a key ingredient, Rita thought to herself, which is why Arthur Weasley seems less than smitten with her. His indifference was obvious when the two were observed together at that well-known haunt of young couples, Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, in Hogsmeade. An obvious indifference. Obvious to everyone but Molly. If she thinks she can unlock the key to Arthur's heart she is alarmingly misguided. Arthur is impervious to her dubious charms. His heart beats ardently, but his true passion lies with his unwavering pursuit of Muggle artifacts.

Rita paused briefly. She realized, with a jolt, that there was someone in the clump of rose bushes near the lake. She crept closer until her nose was almost touching the foliage. The sight before her made her gasp. Arthur and Molly were sitting on a small bench and had their arms wrapped around each other in a tight embrace and were kissing passionately. Leaning in closer to get a better look, Rita almost took her eye out on a thorn. Mumbling to herself, she adjusted her position so she wouldn't impale herself. I wish I could get closer without being noticed and without catching on these thorns.

Rita pulled back as a shiny beetle landed on the rose two inches from her nose. My word, that beetle's small! If only I were that small, I'd be able to get stories anytime I want! I just wish I knew a spell to—

Her thoughts were interrupted as Molly suddenly disentangled herself from Arthur. She jumped up and moved toward the bushes where Rita was only partly concealed.

"What is it, Molly?" Arthur asked, rising from the bench quickly.

"I thought I heard something," she replied, peering through the foliage. Rita attempted to flee, but her robes snagged on a thorn. She pricked her fingers trying to free herself, but to no avail.

"YOU!" Molly bellowed. "Trust YOU to poke around where you don't belong! FIRST, Madam Puddifoot's and NOW, this! Spying in bushes! I would've thought you'd have better things to do!" Molly glared at Rita, shaking in fury. Rita stood her ground, glaring hard, right back at her. Arthur stood uncomfortably, shifting his weight awkwardly. He tried to reach for Molly's arm, but she pulled away angrily. "Don't try to defend her this time! I'm sick of it! She's a conniving little—"

"Calm down, Molly," Arthur interrupted, quickly. "There's no need to be so upset. She just seems to have caught herself on the rosebush."

Molly shot him a scathing look, then stomped off in the direction of the castle. Arthur turned to Rita, who had finally managed to free herself from the attacking foliage.

"Look, Rita," he began. "Please understand... I'm flattered that you fancy me—"

"Fancy you!" Rita stammered, backing away, "I don't fancy you! I was just looking for a story for the newspaper!"

Molly snorted, "What rubbish!" She had returned to collect her bag of sweets from Honeydukes that she'd left on the bench. She glared at Rita and then said, "The lipstick? The nail polish? What was that for? Quite a spectacle you were making of yourself, all for a story for the school newspaper? If you expect us to believe that, you're battier than Barny the Butterbeer fruitbat!"

"It's the truth!" Rita spat, taking a step toward Molly.

"You can say what you like, but I know what's what, Rita. A girl can tell when someone is interested in someone as more than a friend." She turned to Arthur, who looked bewildered and was glancing back and forth between the two seething girls.

"Um... Molly, Rita, I really don't think... I mean... um... perhaps we should just—" He stopped abruptly as Molly deliberately kissed him on the lips. She turned and stared at Rita, who looked like she had been slapped in the face. She ran off towards the castle without a single glance back at the canoodling couple in the bushes. A beetle flew past her nose, landed on her favorite flower barrette, and crawled onto her hair. As she tried to brush it aside, she was reminded of her earlier idea.

If only I knew how to make myself as small and inconspicuous as this beetle, she thought. Then I'd be right there, up close wherever the action was, and get the juiciest details on every story. A delicious idea, Rita concluded.

She decided that she would keep her plan a secret and research the best way to become an extremely small Animagus. The library was her destination. She quickened her pace, filled with a fresh sense of purpose. Once she unlocked the mystery of Transfiguration, there would be no stopping her. The quill would be mightier than the wand!






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Post  Potteraholic Mon Aug 08, 2011 4:55 pm

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  Potteraholic   93
  Puck   78
  PatPat   48
  Quinn Crockett   2
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Total Words: 1545
Last Submission Date: #728, January 28, 2009, 12:39 AM (Potteraholic)
Total Time to Create Story: 18 days, 1 hour, 49 minutes






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Post  Potteraholic Mon Aug 08, 2011 4:57 pm

These post-story comments were first posted by Potteraholic - Nov 24, 2010 7:01 am (#2933 of 2960) [Edited Dec 15, 2010 1 am] on the World Crossing home of the 'Harry Potter Lexicon Forum'.

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Potty Five Words: "Rita Buzzes Around"

This story was written from January 9, 2009 to January 28, 2009. Seven writers contributed to the story, which is 1,545 words long. Three of the seven writers posted feedback.

- PatPat, Jan 29, 2009 2:08 am: Yay!! The end of another story! I actually really like how this one turned out. I have said before that our best stories are the ones that we keep simple. Not too many plot details to confuse us! I think this story was another example of just that. Very simple. Focused mainly on character development and a basic plot. Well done, everyone! I really only have two things to comment on:

1) Please try to make sure that you indicate when a new paragraph starts. For example, when a new speaker begins talking or a new thought begins. This, I believe, makes it easier for people coming in later to follow the story. It also makes it much easier for the compiling process.

2) Don't forget to italicize (using <*i> at the beginning and at the end) when writing about a person's thoughts. This is another thing that will make it easier for people to read.

Anyway, great job again. And well done, PAH! Look forward to the new story.

- Potteraholic, Jan 29, 2009 11:02 am: Thanks for getting the story up quickly, PatPat! Great job keeping those out-of-sequence posts straight! And LOVE the title!

I liked how the story turned out, too. I think we really fleshed out the characters well and managed to include tiny tidbits of information that we knew about the trio as adults, (Hey! a new trio!) into their teenaged personas. And I also loved the idea of Rita fancying Arthur and being rebuffed by him! I wonder if that was ever something JKR thought of? Will we see it in the Scottish Book?

And I agree with what you said, PatPat, about the paragraph breaks and italics, too.

- Verity Weasley, Jan 29, 2009 8:52 pm: Regarding the previous story, I can't believe it took so long! Almost three weeks! It has been quiet around here lately! Anyway, it was a fun story, very entertaining, nice and light-hearted. I liked all the dialogue between the characters. I think we managed to keep it authentic.







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Potty Five Words: "Dean and Seamus 'Roar' into Greece"


"We're in Greece, Seamus!" Dean stated in a bewildered tone. They both looked around, taking in the unexpected scenery. They had expected to arrive in Greenwich.

"Again? Why do we have such a hard time with portkeys?" Seamus mused. Dean was too busy looking around to answer. He had always fancied visiting Greece. They had been to Greenwich numerous times before, so he wasn't too fussed about the mistake.

They started walking. "Look at that architecture! It's amazing!" Dean stated excitedly, pointing to the ruins of an ancient temple. There were lions carved above the stone gateway, with rugged steps leading up to a walled enclosure, where some sort of festival seemed to be taking place.

"Let's find out what's going on," Dean suggested. "It could be a ceremony of magic! Do you think we could blend in with the other people here?"

Seamus looked around at the assembled throng carefully. "They're all wearing Muggle clothes. Maybe we should try and change before we head over there," he concluded. Looking to his right, he saw an anachronistic-looking telephone box which gave him an idea. "We could change in that old phone box," said Seamus, pointing. "We might stand out a wee bit if we try mingling in these robes."

The two friends made their way towards the phone booth. Suddenly, a large group of tourists ran screaming in their direction.

"Run! Run!" they were yelling frantically. "The Chimaera of Mycenae is on the rampage! It's heading this way!" Seamus and Dean bolted in the direction of the phone booth and pulled themselves through the door.

"Now what?" asked Seamus, as Dean wriggled out of his robe.

"Take yours off, too!" he directed Seamus. The pair were struggling to disrobe in the confines of the antiquated booth. "Ouch! Watch your elbows."

"MY elbows? What about yours? I'm going to have bruises."

Meanwhile panicked tourists were swarming around outside. "HELP! Somebody save us!!!"

"Let's go!!!" Dean cried. They spilled out of the booth, and charged towards the snarling creature, wands raised.

"Wait!" Seamus exclaimed. "What spell are we going to use to subdue this thing? It's meaner looking than that Antipodean Opaleye in Australia!"

Dean looked blank, momentarily. "The Conjunctivitis curse! It worked last time!" he suggested. Seamus nodded and together they pointed their wands at the approaching creature. Its vicious tail cracked like a whip as it thrashed around wildly and the two deadly spikes passed within inches of Seamus' face.

"Blimey!" he croaked, ducking. "That was close!" The Chimaera's leonine head turned in their direction.

"Now!" ordered Dean, brandishing his wand like a sword. Together they hollered the incantation, but it didn't seem to work.

"What now?" asked Seamus, ducking again as the Chimaera lurched forward suddenly, growling loudly.

"PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!" Dean roared, waving his wand at the beast just as a massive paw landed uncomfortably close to Dean's feet. Seamus chimed in, adding his voice to Dean's, but it only seemed to anger the creature. The wizards were desperate for any spell that might hinder the advancing Chimaera.

"IMPEDIMENTA!" came a shout from behind the harried duo. It was a squad of Greek Emergency Magical Creature Wranglers, Apparating all around the area. Dean cheered but his relief was short-lived. His eyes widened in fright as the terrifying creature lashed its fierce tail against some of the cobblestone path.

"Look out!" he called, narrowly avoiding the thrashing appendage.

"Dean, get back!" yelled Seamus, ducking behind a thick, stone wall. The Greek wizards seemed to be unfazed by the Chimaera and moved in to surround it. At a signal from their leader, they all yelled in unison, in Greek, "MEGALOS YPOTASSOMOS!"

Seamus and Dean stared in amazement as the Chimaera's legs buckled. A resounding "THUD" echoed around the majestic ruins as it crashed to the ground.

"Blimey! How did they manage...?" asked Dean, gobsmacked.

Hector Leandros, a stout wizard with dark hair, turned and said, "The beast will soon regain her consciousness. My squad has to bind her before she wakes."

"Your squad?" asked Dean. "Excuse me, but who are you blokes?"

"We're a squad of Emergency Magical Creature Wranglers. Our task is to return this female to a facility that ensures the safety of the local population. One of her eggs is missing though, and if we don't find it," Hector looked seriously at the boys and shook his head. "Well, there will be trouble."

Dean glanced over at the recumbent Chimaera, then at the seven Greek wizards bustling around it. "How can we help?" he asked, gesturing towards Seamus.

Hector pointed to the Muggles that were milling around curiously and whispering to each other. "How are you at Memory Charms?" he asked.

Seamus grinned. "Not bad. Better than Gilderoy Lockhart!" The man looked confused for a minute, "Who's he?"

"Never mind," Dean said, chuckling.

"Now, is that all you need us to do?" added Seamus.

Hector hesitated, then said, "After you tend to the Muggles, we could use some help locating the egg."

Dean nodded, then he and Seamus walked towards some Muggles, cowering beside the stone wall. Holding their wands aloft, they muttered the spells needed to modify memories. They convinced the Muggles that they had seen nothing unusual that day; that it had been a perfectly normal afternoon of sightseeing. One young boy asked Seamus about the festival and whether the creature being honored was as dangerous as the books said it was.

Dean and Seamus looked at him with mounting concern. They decided that they needed a stronger charm for this particular boy. He seemed to be resistant to their first attempt. He was continuing to blabber on about the beast to everyone he met! They exchanged worried glances.

"What do you think we should do?" Seamus asked.

"Obliviatemaximus, you reckon?" Dean suggested.

"Worth a try," agreed Seamus, and together they flourished their wands and uttered the incantation. A glazed look immediately fell across the face of the boy, as well as everyone who'd heard him rambling about the magnificent creature that lay peacefully, mere feet away. The Muggles continued to stare blankly past the Chimaera.

"Umm, Dean, do you reckon we overdid it a bit?" asked Seamus hesitantly.

Dean nodded. How were they going to get the Muggles acting normally again? "I suppose we could break the spell and try again," he suggested. "Or we could wait and hope it wears off a bit."

Seamus looked uncomfortable. "If we leave them they could wander off and get lost. Permanently. I think we need to fix them somehow."

Dean looked thoughtfully at the gathered crowd of people. "If we could get a Healer, maybe they could sort everyone out and make sure they're okay."

Seamus nodded, "Great idea! Where do we find one, then? It's not like they just wander about, do they?"

"Yeah, hadn't thought of that," Dean replied thoughtfully.

Hector returned just then to see how the memory modifications were proceeding. One look at the assembled crowd of blank-faced Muggles, and that told him all he needed to know. "It looks like some Healers will have to be summoned! I thought you two knew what you were doing! Idiots!"

"Hang on," Seamus said, his face reddening. "We've done our best. Some of these Muggles are thick! It's not our fault the charm didn't work!"

Hector looked at them, bewildered, muttering something in Greek under his breath. "Althea! Come here, we've got a problem on our hands."

An attractive young witch came running over. "What's the problem, Hector?" she asked, but then took one look at Dean and immediately began batting her long eyelashes. "Hi there! And who are you?" Her feminine wiles went unnoticed. Dean was still furious about being treated so badly when they were only trying to help.

"Althea! You need to help these Muggles," Hector interrupted irritably.

"Oblivion Restorum!" and with a cheeky wink at Dean, and a complicated wave of her wand, Althea restored the Muggles' memories, sans the ones with the Chimaera. Dean looked at Althea with a little more interest.

"But what about that thing?" Seamus asked, nodding at the beast, which was now blending in with its surroundings, the Muggles remaining blissfully unaware.

"It'll be gone shortly," Hector explained. "After the mess you two made, I don't think we'll be needing your kind of help!"

Dean was still annoyed with Hector and had half a mind to tell him so, but was stopped by the sweet smile of Althea, "Oh, Hector. You really shouldn't be so hard on them! Memory Charms always prove tricky, you know that!"

Hector reddened slightly, "That was a long time ago, when I was still a trainee! Ohh, alright then, forget it..." He gave a little bow then stalked away.

Dean turned back to Althea, "Thanks..." She interrupted him with a kiss, which took him completely by surprise.

Seamus' mouth dropped open for a moment, then he grinned and looked at Dean, "Forgotten about Lavender already, have you?"

"Who is this Lavender?" Althea demanded, glancing at Seamus with annoyance.

"Just his girlfriend back home," Seamus said smiling.

Dean was saved from responding by the arrival of the Muggle police with their sirens wailing, stopping just feet from Dean, Seamus and Althea.

"What's going on here?" Chief Inspector Kosmo demanded. Hector appeared and began to calmly explain that the crowd had been disturbed by a herd of stampeding goats that broke free from their pen, but that all was well now and order had been restored. Behind his back, Dean spotted Althea discreetly slipping what appeared to be a wand inside her jacket with a satisfied smile.

Chief Inspector Kosmo began asking questions of the assembled Muggles, all of whom told the same story. The Chief Inspector nodded, saying that he'd be keeping a patrol on watch for any stray goats that might be loose. "Good you were here to help get the situation under control," the Inspector said, smiling. He saluted and headed back to his car.

"So are we ready to start searching for that egg?" Seamus asked, excitedly.

Althea hesitated, "Er... on second thought, I don't think we'll be needing your help anymore. Lavender's waiting for you, I'm sure."

Dean heard a note of jealousy in her voice but shrugged and said, "She's busy. But I suppose we do have to get going, right Seamus?"

His friend nodded in agreement. "That's right," Seamus said, "and we better get moving!" Saying their goodbyes to Althea and Hector as if the Chimaera was about to attack, they rushed to the phone booth next and grabbed their robes.

"What do we do now?" Dean asked.

"I suppose we'll head on to Greenwich," Seamus replied, looking for the portkey.

"Do you reckon we'll make it there this time round?" asked Dean.

"Leaping leprachauns!" Nestled near the base of a nearby column lay an old vase. It was cracked and badly discolored, but still intact. "On three," directed Seamus. "One, two, three!" They both touched the vase and instantly disappeared.






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  Puck   77
  Verity Weasley   100
  PatPat   22
  Quinn Crockett   8
  azi   15
  Phoenixfeather   42
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Total Words: 1,835
Last Submission Date: #1099, February 20, 2009, 3:50 AM (Puck)
Total Time to Create Story: 21 days, 16 hours, 48 minutes






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Post-Story Comments for Story #102, Volume X,
Potty Five Words: "Dean and Seamus 'Roar' into Greece"

This story was written from January 29, 2009 to February 20, 2009. Seven writers contributed to the story, which is 1,835 words long. Four of the seven writers posted feedback and one non-participant posted her comments.

- PatPat, Feb 22, 2009 2:30 am: And so ends story #102! Well done, everyone! I must say that I truly believe that the word limits have really improved our stories. It forces us to be concise and direct and to keep the stories simple. We all need to remember a few simple things:

1) Use as few words as possible to communicate a thought. It's tough when 6 or 7 people are writing a story, but we can still try to use creative writing techniques. Show, don't tell, as PAH always says!!

2) Don't forget to indicate the speaker before or after a quote. It's easy to forget to do this when we are writing five words at a time, but it makes it less confusing both for the compiling process and for people coming in trying to catch up on a story.

3) Once again, don't forget that "Muggles" is capitalized! It may seem trivial, but it is a common word in our stories and it's helpful if we don't have to continually edit posts to fix this!

- Verity Weasley, Feb 22, 2009 3:21 am: Thanks for passing on the story-starting privilege, PAH. That was a close one, wasn't it!

I liked this story. The Seamus and Dean ones are always fun. I like how we incorporated mentions of their previous adventures, so it had a sense of continuity to it. This next story is inspired by a previous comment of PAH's when she suggested it might be interesting to write a story from the perspective of one of the 'bad guys.' And you can't get any badder than this guy!

- Phoenixfeather, Feb 22, 2009 3:41 am: This story was a lot of fun to read. It was my first Dean and Seamus adventure I got to participate in, and I look forward to the next one.

Thanks, Pat Pat, for reposting the suggestions. That's helpful.

- Potteraholic, Feb 22, 2009 1:13 pm: I agree with you PatPat on all the 'practical' things: max. word length, identifying speakers, and Muggles. As to the actual content of the story, I do love a Seamus and Dean Adventure! They remind me of the old buddy movies I watched on Sunday mornings as a child: Bob Hope and Bing Crosby's 'Road to' movies, Abbott and Costello's various shenanigans, and even the comedy of Laurel and Hardy at times (S & D's phone booth scene when they're trying to change out of their robes!); priceless!

Verity, including bits and pieces from past stories is fun, isn't it? Something Puck said when I first started posting more than a year ago, has always stuck in my mind. Something about how plot points from previous stories could always casually turn up in future stories. (Puck, of course I had to find the exact quote! (In response to my question here.) I loved the title, PatPat! And, Verity, it was a close one! When I tallied the posts, I actually thought you'd have more, since I felt like I didn't post as often as usual!

- Dryleaves, Feb 22, 2009 2:06 pm: Just want to say that I really enjoyed the previous story.






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Young Tom Riddle took one look at his surroundings and felt a strange sensation. He could feel the magic emanating from all around and relished the moment. Looking up at the towers and turrets of the magnificent castle, he finally felt a sense of being home, of being somewhere he belonged. For the first time he felt sure his talents would serve him as they never had before. Stepping out of the little boat with a small knot of other children, he realized that they had yet one more journey to make before they would truly become a part of Hogwarts: the walk up to the huge, oak front door.

"Oi, Tom, get moving, will you!" said Edward Jones as he shoved Tom's shoulder. "Stopping right in front of me, dunderhead! Why? We're almost there!"

Tom turned to him, his gaze steady, and calmly said, "I'll stop where I please. And don't ever touch me again." Although his manner seemed relaxed, his words carried a threat far beyond appearances. Edward looked away quickly and made his way toward the front of the crowd.

Tom gazed coldly at his retreating back. He then started thinking about information he'd heard on the Express. Two boys, named Dolohov and Mulciber, had mentioned a ceremony called ‘Sorting’, but they hadn't said what it was, specifically. Their laughing voices drifted toward him from the back of the line. He slowed his pace and allowed them to catch up. "Pardon me," Tom said, smiling charmingly. "You're Mulciber, right? My name's Tom Riddle."

"Maleficus Mulciber," the boy said. "And this is Antonin Dolohov." He indicated the short, pudgy boy beside him.

All three boys shook hands solemnly, sizing each other up.

"What's the procedure once we get inside?" Tom asked, heading towards the massive doors.

Maleficus narrowed his eyes. "Don't you know? You aren't a Mudblood, are you?"

"Of course not," Tom answered quickly. He had no idea what it meant, but he realized it was undesirable. "Just heard that some changes had been made," he lied.

Antonin sniggered. "Change a centuries-old tradition? Who told you that?" he asked suspiciously.

Thinking quickly, Tom replied, "I overheard it in Diagon Alley, when I picked up my school things."

Antonin still looked suspicious, but said nothing more.

Fifteen minutes later, Tom was standing next to his new classmates waiting for his turn on the stool. He felt confident that the Sorting Hat would recognize his unique blend of talent, cunning, and power.

"Riddle, Tom," Professor Dumbledore called out, glancing toward the boy. His expression was hard to read, but Tom sensed that Dumbledore didn't have any doubts about which House the Sorting Hat would select for him. The only question was, how quickly it would provide the answer.

Tom felt the eyes of the Transfiguration professor follow him as he walked to the stool. He sat down carefully and placed the ragged-looking hat upon his head. It breathed in his ear as it began to whisper. "Hmmm, interesting. You have a great darkness within you, along with great ambition. You have extraordinary gifts, but I fear how you will use them."

"Gifts? What sort of gifts?" Tom asked.

"Don't want to give too much away now. So, Slytherin!" the Hat announced. Tom smiled and removed the hat. He looked over at Dumbledore, but the Professor's expression was unreadable. Tom walked over to the Slytherin table and sat next to the other newly sorted first years. Antonin and Maleficus were acting happy to see him but he was more interested in the staff table. The professor with a large, silvery moustache was smiling broadly at the Slytherin students. Tom wondered which classes he taught. Manipulating him, Tom would soon find out, would be easy.

Looking around the Great Hall, he noticed several shimmering figures floating in midair between the tables. Fascinated, he watched as they joined the students at the tables. Each ghost seemed to belong to a particular house. The one at the Slytherin table looked sinister and gloomy. The students near him looked a little uneasy as they tried to move away, surreptitiously. Tom noticed that the ghost's clothes were covered in silvery spots, which resembled bloodstains. He resolved to find out everything he could about this particular ghost.

Later that night, when the first-years had been escorted to their dormitory, and the other boys had fallen asleep, Tom lay awake thinking. As a plan evolved in his mind, he allowed himself a satisfied smile. He quietly slid out of bed and sneaked past the loudly snoring young Slytherins. He stepped into the common room and came upon a group of older girls. They were intent upon finishing their conversation about who would be in the Slug Club and didn't notice him. He listened intently, hidden by a large, winged, overstuffed armchair. It was clear that this club would be worth joining. It would help Tom get close to those with influence and that would help his own rise to power.

Suddenly, the door to the common room opened. Professor Slughorn entered and shooed the older girls back to their dormitories. Then he spotted Tom, half hidden behind the armchair.

"What are you doing, young man? Too excited to sleep?" Slughorn chuckled. Professor Slughorn always visited the common room on the first night of term. Tom looked momentarily startled, but regained his composure quickly. He opened his mouth, ready to explain himself but the professor held up his hand and motioned him to be silent.

"Not to worry, I was a boy once. I remember what it was like when I was your age. Why, on my first night at Hogwarts, I snuck up to the owlery and—"

"Excuse me, Professor Slughorn," Tom interrupted, hesitantly. "I was just wondering about the Slug Club. I heard those girls discussing what a fine club it was and I wondered how I become a member."

"Oho! Tom, you are an ambitious young Slytherin. No doubt you'll go far! But right now it's bedtime for you, young man! Tomorrow you will begin your classes." Slughorn guided Tom back to the boys’ dormitory. Before he left, he asked Tom which class he was most anxious to start.

"Potions," he answered, without hesitation. He was fascinated by the obvious delight in Slughorn's face.

"You'll not be disappointed, my boy," said the professor with undisguised interest. "When is your first lesson?"

Tom was pleased that Slughorn seemed to be easily manipulated. "Not until Tuesday, Professor. Do you know who the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is, sir?"

"That would be Professor Merrythought. Now off to bed. Good night!"

Tom climbed the stairs to his dormitory. Slughorn had prevented his planned explorations, but there was time.

Over the next few weeks, Tom impressed his professors by demonstrating abilities that were far beyond those of the typical eleven-year-old. Dumbledore alone seemed to harbor reservations about his character, therefore Tom was very careful to present himself as a model student. Eventually it would not matter what Dumbledore thought, but for now Tom knew it was important to project the right image. Professor Slughorn began taking an interest in Tom almost immediately. He proclaimed Tom a gifted potioneer and promised him that he would introduce him to the Slug Club just as soon as there was an opening.

Tom decided he was going to have to 'create' an opening. The upcoming Quidditch match may well provide an opportunity. Tom strolled down to the Great Hall. He saw Antonin and Maleficus at the Slytherin table, eating breakfast. He sauntered over and dropped into a seat next to Antonin, nodding and smiling nonchalantly at him while he ate.

"Looking forward to watching the game, Tom?" Antonin asked.

Tom shrugged and said, "We've won the Quidditch Cup for the past few years, so we're bound to win today." He leaned forward conspiratorially, "Listen, do you know that Gryffindor Keeper? The one who struts around here like he's Merlin's gift to witches?"

The other boys nodded. "He's in the Slug Club, isn't he?" asked Maleficus quietly.

"Surprisingly... yes. I don't understand why. He has no extraordinary talent," Tom mused. "Anyway, he has no chance against our Chasers. And he won't be in old Sluggy's club much longer," he added with a cunning smile.

"Really?" Maleficus said, a confused expression on his face. "It sounds like you know something we don't."

Tom nodded, then leaned in even closer. "I don't want to say too much now. But just keep your eye on him during the game."

With a conspiratorial smile, he stood up and stalked away. Antonin quickly followed, wanting to be wherever the action was going to be.

The Quidditch pitch looked especially verdant in the morning sunshine. The weather was perfect for Quidditch, clear and crisp. Tom sat on the topmost row of the Slytherin stands. His eyes were fixed on the Gryffindor Keeper as both teams marched onto the field. Soon after, fourteen players got on their brooms and the game began. Before long, there was a collective gasp as the Slytherin Chaser soared across the field to escape a Bludger. She collided with the Gryffindor Beater that had sent it in her direction, sending both spiraling towards the ground at a dangerous speed.

While all eyes were on the descending pair, Tom decided that it was time to put his plan into action. Sebastian Haywood, the Gryffindor Keeper, wasn't looking when the Bludger suddenly changed its course in midair. The force of the blow knocked him off his broom. The crowd gasped as he caught hold of the center goal hoop. Sebastian hung by one hand. A tickling feeling immediately began to travel along his arm, causing him to writhe violently as he tried in vain to maintain his grip on the hoop. The teachers were distracted by the two other students already plummeting to the ground, so there didn't seem to be anyone concerned with saving Sebastian.

Nobody noticed when he lost his hold of the hoop. His echoing screams caught the attention of the students sitting nearby, to the right of the center hoop, and a Gryffindor Chaser looked back to check the hoops' defense. Seeing Sebastian spinning to the ground, she yelled for help. Dumbledore looked up, pulling out his wand, just as Sebastian crashed onto the ground. The Bludger missed him, luckily, and Dumbledore was quick to cast a Cushioning Charm just as Sebastian hit the ground. Unfortunately, the charm's full potency couldn't be realized before Sebastian's body absorbed the majority of the impact. He lay motionless, the wind knocked out of him, barely conscious. Tom suppressed a grin as he looked at the scene. The Tickling Charm he'd been practicing had paid off.

Antonin glanced at Tom in awe, "No first year can do non-verbal spells!" he exclaimed. Tom smirked. Dumbledore hurried to Sebastian, who lay completely still, his limbs splayed across the grass. Everyone else assumed the Bludger had been sent Sebastian's way accidentally, a product of competitive play. Not even Dumbledore suspected Tom had anything at all to do with it.

"Take this young man to the hospital wing," Dumbledore instructed, conjuring a stretcher. A couple of burly fifth-years carried Sebastian away as the game resumed. Without a Keeper, Gryffindor had no chance and Slytherin clobbered them convincingly.

The following day, Headmaster Dippett announced that Sebastian had been transferred to St. Mungo's. His injuries were too severe for him to continue at school so he would miss the rest of the term. After that week's Potions lesson, Slughorn cornered Tom.

"Tom m'boy!" he began warmly. "I'll be hosting a small gathering in my office tomorrow night. Just a few of the bright lights among us. I'd like you to come meet the rest of the Slug Club." Tom outwardly appeared to be humble and gracious as he accepted the invitation, but the gleam in his eye revealed a much darker side. Over Slughorn's shoulder, Antonin and Maleficus looked impressed, yet wary.





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Potty Five Words: "Malevolent Machinations"

This story was written from February 22, 2009 to March 18, 2009. Seven writers contributed to the story, which is 2,000 words long. Three of the seven writers posted feedback.

- Potteraholic, Mar 20, 2009 10:11 am: This story rambled a bit in the middle, I think, but we wrapped it up well enough at the end, and even fit it all in 2,000 words!

- Verity Weasley, Mar 20, 2009 10:54 am: Wow, I can't believe that story took almost a month to finish! We have had some very quiet times on here lately but I didn't realise it had been that long. I agree PAH that it did ramble a little bit in the middle when we weren't quite sure where the story was going. Once we had an idea of a possible direction it picked up again and finished strongly.

- Phoenixfeather, Mar 20, 2009 2:21 pm: I think the last story was a good read! The first part introduced Tom to Hogwarts and revealed his character well, while the second part was exciting and action-packed. And the transition seemed to flow well. I could see where the direction of the story could have gotten lost in the middle, but I agree that providing direction for it helped a lot!





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Potty Five Words: "Driving and Disapparation to... Destination, Unknown"


Dedalus Diggle settled into the Dursleys' car, next to Dudley whose massive size made him a somewhat undesirable seat partner. "They're not very spacious, these cars," he said, trying to fit himself in comfortably. To Dudley's, right sat Petunia.

Hestia Jones climbed into the car. She wouldn't have to worry about space, as she sat in the front passenger seat so she could direct Vernon to the spot that had been chosen by the Order for the Disapparation. Dedalus tried to chat with Petunia, but received only hysterical squeals in response.

"My dear woman, there's no need to be concerned about the journey. We will be perfectly safe, I promise."

Vernon grunted from the driver's seat. None of this felt perfectly safe to him. "Well, I don't see why we need to leave in the first place. I told Harry that Lord Thingy would have to get past our burglar alarm system if he wanted to—"

"Burglar alarm system!" Hestia cast an incredulous look at him. "Do you seriously believe that You-Know-Who or any other wizard would be stopped by one of those Muggle things? Merlin's pants! You have absolutely no idea what's going on, do you?"

"I know that having one of your lot in our house was nothing I'd wish on my worst enemy!" Vernon retorted.

Hestia looked completely disgusted. She had never liked what she'd heard about Harry's Muggle relatives, but this one was the worst of the three.

"Anyone hungry?" Dedalus asked in an attempt to change the subject.

"I am!" Dudley shouted.

"Oh, Diddykins, you— " Petunia began but Dedalus' wand conjured up some pumpkin pasties and she gasped as Dudley eagerly grabbed them and stuffed them in his mouth, one after the other. Petunia seemed to stare at the wand in horror as if it reminded her of a time she didn't want to remember.

"Put that ruddy thing away!" Vernon blurted out angrily. "I won't tolerate this... abnormality... in my car!"

Petunia blinked and looked away as Hestia announced they'd arrived. "Here?" Petunia shrieked. They were in a dingy street, on the outskirts of the town of her childhood.

"This is where that horrible boy lived!"

Hestia sighed as she reminded the Dursleys they made an agreement. “You’re in our care, remember?”

Dudley belched loudly and the aroma of pumpkin filled the air. "What boy, Mum?"

"Never mind," Petunia huffed, frowning.

Dedalus smiled and nodded. "Petunia, I know why you're concerned. Disapparating takes some getting used to. But don't worry. Ah! There you are!"

A square-jawed wizard was standing by an old, rundown set of swings. Petunia ran around the car to stand next to Dudley. "Diddykins, don't worry. Mummy won't let them hurt you."

Vernon's vein was popping. "I'm warning you... if you try any funny business—"

"Now, now," said Sturgis, approaching the car, "We're just trying to help."

"This place!" Petunia repeated. "It just reminds me of... her." She looked at Vernon, anguish in her eyes. Just then, a swing began to creak in the wind and the three wizards looked fondly at it.

"Lily was always showing off on that thing, flying off every chance she could," Petunia said, her voice quavering.

"Time to go, I know; but she's here, Petunia," stated Hestia with a gentle nod.

"Hestia, we've got to hurry!" Dedalus urged, motioning the Dursleys toward Sturgis, who smiled.

"Ready?"

The Dursleys squeezed closer together unsure of what to expect. Dedalus smiled encouragingly. "Now each of you take hold of one of us," he said.

Vernon looked horrified by the idea. "Isn't there any other way for us to get there?" he asked, brusquely.

"No," replied Sturgis flatly. He was losing patience and they needed to get going.

Dudley stepped forward and gripped Sturgis' arm. "I'm ready," he said. Dedalus reached for Vernon's arm, but the Muggle elbowed him away and reached for Hestia. The wizard said nothing, but took a firm grip of Petunia instead. Checking his watch he gave the signal to the others. "On three... one... two... THREE!"

Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley braced themselves. A strange compressive blackness enveloped them and sensation came over them, and they began to panic, as their breathing suddenly became labored. Abruptly, they emerged from the journey. "What the bloody hell was that?" demanded Vernon, staggering to his feet. "Perfectly safe?! You people are bloody insane!" Dedalus giggled, glancing at Hestia and Sturgis, who both were suppressing grins.

"Dudders! Are you alright?" called Petunia, who was crumpled on the ground. Sturgis reached down and helped her up. She winced but his eyes were kind. She brushed the dust off her salmon pink skirt and looked around. They were in a small, walled garden facing a ramshackle cottage. A patch of lilies grew wild on the side where a pond teeming with fish was visible.

"Isn't this lovely?" beamed Dedalus.

Dudley belched; unfortunately, this time the aroma from the pasties was gone. “Where are we Mr. ...Wizard?”

"My aunt's cottage," Dedalus enthused, "and call me Dedalus." He looked around contentedly and gestured towards the brightly painted door. Petunia and Vernon glanced at each other, eyes narrowed.

"We're in Gloucester," Hestia explained. "The house has been given protective charms so that You-Know-Who and his followers won't be able to find you. Let's go inside!"

This was too much for Vernon to bear. "Just wait! What do you mean, charms? More blasted hocus pocus?! I've had it!"

"I'm going inside, Dad. It's cold out here!"

Sturgis, who was casting a Muffliato charm, held Dudley back for a moment and said, "Some tea should warm you, and a fire, and how 'bout some more pumpkin pasties? Big bloke like yourself, after a long journey, Disapparating and all."

"I liked it. But a cuppa does sound like a good idea," Dudley nodded. He entered the cottage slowly.

"Wait for Mummy and Dad!" Petunia shrieked. She and Vernon rushed over as Dudley opened the door. They followed him inside, looking around warily.

"Make yourselves at home," Dedalus said. "You'll be here for a while."

Hestia entered and immediately went to the fireplace. She waved her wand, and a cheery fire started blazing instantly. Vernon, obviously reluctant to approach a fire conjured from nowhere stood at the far end of the room. Petunia dusted off a stool before cautiously taking a seat. Only Dudley seemed perfectly at ease, enjoying the hearth, going over, and sitting on the couch next to it. Dedalus made tea for six appear on the table. Sturgis began to pour. "Cream and sugar?" He turned to Petunia politely and offered the cup.

She reluctantly accepted it but said quietly, "Lovely china."

Vernon looked horrified. "Petunia, don't fall for their... charms!" he roared from the corner.

Petunia jumped and turned to him. "Vernon, we have to make the best of it."

"But, Petunia..." Vernon replied.

"What else can we do?”

"Well said," Hestia chimed in.

"Dad, the tea's really good! It's sweet, just like you prefer it. The best I've ever had." Vernon scowled but realized he was defeated. He stomped across the room, grabbed a teacup, and went back to his corner. The wizards exchanged relieved glances.

Soon Hestia sat down next to Petunia. "I haven't told you before but I knew your sister, and she was one of the kindest people I've ever met."

Petunia looked uncomfortable and was saved from replying by Vernon, who charged over and hissed, "That's enough!"

Dedalus, who feared Vernon was losing control, quickly interjected. "Lily wouldn't wish her family to be upset."

"Family?" Vernon repeated incredulously.

"Vernon," Petunia interrupted sternly, "let's have a look around." She stood up quickly, smoothed down her skirt, and waited for Vernon and Dudley to follow.

Dedalus bounced up from his seat. "The kitchen is right this way!" he said, bowing to Petunia, his mauve top hat nearly touching the floor. "Please come with me." Dedalus hummed as he walked through a narrow doorway into a cozy kitchen. Fresh flowers were on the moonlit table. Petunia desperately wanted to scrub every surface. Dedalus waved his wand and lamps flickered to light.

"What's that?" Petunia pointed to a peculiar looking contraption by the sink.

"That's a Magical Mess Remover," Dedalus explained.

"Magic is a mess!" Vernon interjected, coming into the room.

But Petunia could not take her eyes off the machine. "You mean it's for...cleaning?" Her trembling hand was slowly caressing the gleaming metal.

"Yes," said Dedalus, "my aunt was not very adept at household spells, but she had a soft spot for these clever objects. They helped her get everything spotless!"

"How does it work?" asked Petunia, interested despite herself, and Vernon's loud snort.

"Lavandus Totalis!" Dedalus exclaimed, without moving his hands or lifting his wand.

The machine began making a soft humming noise and Petunia moved closer to get a better look. "Can I try it?" she asked.

"Yes. This is one of the few spells non-magical folk can perform. You stop it thus: Lavandum Finitus!"

Petunia looked at the result of the gadget. "My word," she gasped. "There's not a stain to speak of!"

Vernon groaned.

But Petunia was beaming. "Lavandus Totalis!" she shouted, her horsy teeth bared in a broad, maniacal grin.

"Perfect!" squeaked Dedalus. "You're quite a natural, my dear!"

Vernon groaned again. "Petunia! What's gotten into you?" he bellowed.

Petunia was so entranced that she didn't hear him. "Lavandum Finitus!" she said clearly, watching happily as the gadget came to rest.

"Magic words sound musical, don't they Mum? Dudley mused.

Vernon reddened and marched toward his son. But Petunia stopped him by saying, "Vernon, wouldn't it be nice to have one at home?" Pulling at his moustache, Vernon sank into a chair, speechless.

Smiling, Dedalus turned to Petunia and said, "Lily would've loved to hear you say that, Petunia."

Petunia nodded. "Yes, I believe she would."





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Potty Five Words: "Driving and Disapparation to... Destination, Unknown"

This story was written from March 20, 2009 to March 24, 2009. Eight writers contributed to the story, which is 1,635 words long. Five of the eight writers posted feedback.

- Potteraholic, Mar 25, 2009 1:01 am: From 24 days to complete the previous story to this one getting finished in just over 3! Big difference! Good to have new folks posting and bringing new energy to our much-beloved thread!

Post-story reflections... hmmm... I think this story turned out well, but we may have been trying to accomplish one too many things in the writing of it: the Dursleys and Dedalus becoming chummy, Lily communicating with Petunia by the swings, Petunia becoming enamored with magic, Petunia forgiving Lily... all in 2,000 words! Wow! My favorite parts, as always, are dialogue sections where we really get a sense of the characters, and rich, descriptive narrative sections. We started fleshing out a more independent Dudley, and learn more about Hestia and Sturgis, too, to some degree.

- PatPat, Mar 25, 2009 1:35 am: Nice job, as always, PAH, for getting up the story so quickly! I agree with everything you said about the story. Especially the part about trying to do too much. I have said this before, but feel it should be reiterated here. We all need to remember that we are writing a short story, not Harry Potter 8. There are only so many ideas that can be put into each story. I think it's difficult sometimes for each individual person to let go of their own plans and thoughts for a story, but sometimes we have to for the sake of the story and the plot. Remember there's always another story to tell.

All in all, though, I think we wrapped up this story well and were able to write an entertaining tale. Well done, everyone! And congrats, MAMS, on your first win on your first story!! Look forward to the start of the next one!

- me and my shadow 813, Mar 25, 2009 3:16 am: Thanks, guys! PAH, thank you for putting together the story. It’s quite funny and it does provide some sense of what most of the characters are about. (Sorry, I intentionally spelled Lavandum /-us differently in the incantations... I just thought it was appropriate )

I will admit I’m a bit, well … feeling PatPat and PAH’s emphasis on too many plotlines is directed towards me. So, to come to my own defence, I will say *guys, I’m just a newbie!* Okay, that said, I hope you will forgive any future blunders until a) the novelty wears off and I’m not an annoyingly zealous post-hogger, and b) I learn the tricks of the 5-word trade. Thanks. I’ve been looking at past stories (which were highly entertaining!) as well as how the stories were begun, how folks communicate during the storymaking process, etc. So that’ll help to make things go more smoothly, in regard to my mistakes, in the future.

- Verity Weasley, Mar 25, 2009 7:13 am: I thought this last story turned out well in the end. The characterisation was good and I loved the little touches of humour, such as Vernon's line, 'Don't fall for their ... charms!' I'm not sure how to explain this, but sometimes though I think we get too hung up on chronology and the stories don't move very far from their starting point. I think it would help the stories to move along if we occasionally jumped ahead in time, rather than trying to include everything minute by minute. Just a thought for improving future stories.

- Dryleaves, Mar 25, 2009 9:19 am: I think the last story was a funny one and I especially liked the characterizations and how Dudley and Petunia opened up to magic. Poor Vernon (not!). It was very fun to write too, because for once other people were actually posting when I had time to post, too. I've been a little unlucky previously...

- Potteraholic, Mar 25, 2009 10:12 am: MAMS, the reminder about simplifying the story really was for everyone; really. I've made the same sort of comments before, as has PatPat. And I was once a newbie, too. Believe me, you'll learn "the tricks of the 5-word trade" before you know it! It'll seem like second nature to you before long, like it did for me! I hope my comments sprinkled throughout the last story, re: procedural issues, were helpful. Edit: Oh, I made the change re: Lavandum /-us, but I must confess, not knowing Latin, I don't understand the distinction betwen the -m and -s endings. Just wondering, wouldn't Lavandum Finitum be more appropriate, like 'ad infinitum' or 'ad nauseum'?

Verity, I completely agree with you about "jumping ahead in time rather than trying to include everything minute by minute." I've been told by writing instructors, when teaching writing to children, that only important moments should be slowed down minute by minute, not each and every event of a story. 'That's how the reader will know the moment is important', is what they tell the kids. The same holds true for all good stories, right? Ours included?

Awww... Dryleaves! I hope more people from your timezone pop in more often. **fingers crossed**





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Potty Five Words: "Lorcan d'Eath's Magical Plot"


Auriga Croaker hired Hermione immediately. Her reputation was well known at the Ministry of Magic, and Auriga knew that she was the most knowledgeable and understanding witch for the job. She had asked Hermione to study Muggle-borns' magical gene statistics; the Department of Mysteries' priority was to determine why there were more than the usually low percentages of children from Muggle families displaying magical abilities.

Hermione knocked on Auriga's door. "Enter, please!" a lilting voice commanded.

Hermione entered the office carrying several thick scrolls, tied pristinely. "Miss Croaker! Record numbers! Skyrocketing Muggle-born admissions to Hogwarts! This has never happened before!" she continued excitedly. "I wonder what you'll think of my notes- there was so much to organize, I used different colored paper for each new chapter. Hopefully, it will make sense! If you need anything further, don't hesitate to ask!"

Auriga nodded eagerly, beaming. "Fantabulous work! I look forward to hearing you explain everything to me as I am not sure I'll have time to read all of it just now."

Hermione lay her five scrolls on Auriga's desk and sat down, "There are a lot of notes regarding Muggle-borns becoming more abundant. The question is: is the gene gaining... power? It remains to be seen."

"Or not," Auriga mused, her brows furrowed. "It's been twelve years since the war ended. With each successive year people relaxed as peace reigned. Is there a correlation between peace and Muggle-borns? No. Now, why don't you tell me exactly what you have found out, Mrs. Weasley."

Hermione shifted from her seat, stood up and began to pace around Auriga's office. "As you know, I am Muggle-born," she began. "So naturally, I was thrilled when you asked me to investigate this phenomenon. I have reached the conclusion that..." Hermione was interrupted as a young wizard charged in.

"Hurry, Miss Croaker, Mrs. Weasley! There's news that they've found the elusive Lorcan d'Eath!"

"Blimey," breathed Auriga sitting down suddenly. "We've been after that bloodsucker for ages."

"Why would a heartthrob turn to a life of crime?" asked the young wizard.

Hermione snorted, moving toward the door, "His song 'Necks to You' might give you an idea. It's about how he enjoys a witch's main artery!"

They were soon standing in a line, waiting for a lift up to the Atrium, where many witches and wizards were already assembled, buzzing with excitement. Lorcan d'Eath had eluded a team of Aurors for many years until Harry and Ron started leading the team.

The lift arrived and the group piled in. "That other business can wait," Auriga said. "This is more exciting!"

Hermione smiled politely, wondering how Harry and Ron had finally managed to apprehend d'Eath. The lift doors opened and there were hundreds of people in the Atrium. Hermione searched for red hair and spotted Ron and Harry standing next to the Ministry's new fountain.

"Ron!" Hermione called.

Ron turned and grinned, "What, no tone of surprise?"

Harry laughed. "You love that line."

"Are you alright?" Hermione hugged them both and then noticed that the captive stood but ten meters away. He looked sullen and haggard. 'Heartthrob' no longer described his appearance. His wrists were bound and two Aurors stood on either side of him. When he saw Hermione, Lorcan grinned fiendishly.

"He is vile!" Auriga whispered. "I'm glad that pathetic waste of the Ministry's resources has finally been captured."

"How did you find him?" Hermione asked, glancing at Lorcan.

Harry sighed, "It wasn't easy. He was hiding in an abandoned coal mine and it started caving in on him. He was spotting a way out and tripped. A Body-Bind was all we needed to capture him! He's not quick with a wand."

Lorcan glared sulkily at Harry. There was a deep gash above his eyebrow and a dried trickle of blood by his eye, "You won't keep me from doing what I want, Potter. Azkaban won't hold me forever. I have friends in high places."

Harry eyed him scathingly, "I'll make sure your stay in Azkaban is extensive."

Hermione, visibly shaken, turned to Ron. "Be careful of him. He eluded capture for too long. Targeting all those unsuspecting people."

Ron nodded and gently took her arm, "Let's get you away from him. He escorted Hermione and Auriga back to the lifts, but there was a sudden flash of light, followed by loud crashing. Instinctively, Ron shielded them, his wand ready. Screams echoed from across the floor.

"What's happening?" Auriga cried.

"Forget the lifts, the Floo Network is faster!" Hermione said. The Atrium was starting to fill with smoke.

"Where's d'Eath?" Ron shouted. But the answer became clear as the smoke cleared, leaving a view of Harry lying beside the two Aurors who had both been stunned.

"Harry!" Ron shouted, hurrying over. "Are you okay?"

Hermione knelt beside him and shook him gently. Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked around the Atrium.

"Where's d'Eath! Did he get away?" he asked, jumping to his feet. "When that light flashed in my eyes, I was Stunned."

Hermione looked around just in time to see two more Aurors arriving in the nearest fireplace. She signaled to them, but was surprised to see they had d'Eath firmly in their grasp. The trio hurried toward them and began talking all at once.

"Nice work!" Harry said.

"How did you manage to catch him?" Ron asked.

Crumble, the larger of the two, smiled and said, "This pasty git tried to escape through the fireplace in my office."

Lorcan gave Crumble a dirty look, "I'll escape again—"

"Shut it," Ron snapped. "You're going to tell us everything. Where's the bloody Veritaserum? Take him to my office."

The Aurors led Lorcan away. The trio and Auriga followed, their wands aimed at the fugitive. They entered Ron's office where Lorcan was pushed into a hard wooden chair. Ron conjured up enough seats for them all, and Crumble and the other Auror left.

Ron produced a vial of the truth potion from his desk drawer. "Now for some answers," he said, advancing upon the criminal. Lorcan attempted to bolt, but Harry waved his wand and silently cast an immobilizing charm that prevented him from going anywhere.

"Open wide!" said Ron, tipping a few drops of the clear liquid between the vampire's greyish fangs.

A vacant expression immediately came across his face. Ron began to question him about his recent activities. Hermione's jaw dropped as Lorcan answered 'yes' to a question about deliberately targeting Muggles since the war ended, "I knew that if I went after Muggles they would get bits o' my wizardness flowing in their veins. And it worked!"

Hermione and Auriga were eager to hear more. A look of comprehension emerged on both of their faces.

"You purposely chose Muggles?" Auriga repeated turning to Hermione.

"Of course," Lorcan continued. "I knew the wizard population was dwindling, while Muggles were thriving. I was tired of living in the shadows. More Wizards, more witches, and less Muggles; Utopia." He sat grinning stupidly. Harry and Ron were so outraged by Lorcan's misguided sense of wizard pride.

"How dare you treat Muggles like they're a problem to solve! I have Muggle relatives!" Harry bellowed.

"Dunno, Harry. Vernon and Petunia... could be an improvement," quipped Ron, "with some 'essence of wizardness'!"

"Ron!" admonished Hermione. "You shouldn't be joking now! This is a very serious situation! His deranged ideas have upset the wizard/Muggle balance! This explains the spike in Muggle-born births!"

Harry nodded, "Exactly! And I bet some adult Muggles were worried sick when their children became magical!"

Hermione sighed, "There's no point trying to figure him out! Let's just get him out of here!" Ron and Harry led Lorcan away.

"Well, that's all taken care of!" Auriga said, turning to Hermione. "You've got the red chapter of your report!"





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Potty Five Words: "Lorcan d'Eath's Magical Plot"

This story was written from March 25, 2009 to April 1, 2009. Nine writers contributed to the story, which is 1,300 words long. Two of the nine writers posted feedback.

- PatPat, Apr 3, 2009 12:28 am: In my humble opinion, though, this would rank as one of our so-so stories. As I was posting the stats, I noticed a vast discrepancy in the number of posts, something PAH indicated earlier. We either had people with 30 or more posts or people with 13 or less, and, in three cases, 4 or less. There was no one really in the middle. In addition, there were no new posters after post #1889. So, for approximately 80% of this story we had no one new posting. Now this happens sometimes. People get busy. Or some people are just occasional posters anyway. However, I also believe that this was a very difficult story to come into in the middle. And people who began the story may not have been able to catch up.

This thread is meant to be fun for everyone on the HP Forum. Most people will give up on posting if a story becomes too complicated. It is hard enough to wade through all of the posts, five words at a time, in order to catch up on what you have missed. But, if a poster also needs to keep multiple complex details straight, they will tend to give up and move on to the Hangman thread!

- Potteraholic, Apr 3, 2009 1:20 am: PatPat, I'm going to save all of us reading one of my l-o-n-g posts, so will just say, "I agree 100% with your post-story comments!"






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Potty Five Words: "Tales of the Easter Niffler"


Easter eggs lay hidden in the thick grass all around the Burrow. Arthur Weasley loved the Easter egg hunt. He loved watching his grandchildren scamper around the yard, peeking in old flowerpots and garden boxes and giggling when they found each brightly colored egg.

"Granddad! Look!" said Lily, running over with her cousin, Hugo, "This one's been half-eaten already! Do you think the garden gnomes got here first?" She held it up high so Arthur could see the bite marks.

"Why, I think they did!" he replied with a smile. "You can't blame them, really. You did a marvelous job of decorating them... they just didn't realize what they were eating." Lily and Hugo nodded.

George's twin daughters were scrabbling under a nearby bush, their Easter dresses covered with grass stains and dirt, "We made a gnome..."

"...give this egg to us, Granddad," Roxanne and Lola proudly announced. Their baskets were filled with eggs, some with teeth marks. They skipped around the overgrown garden, their arms linked together.

Arthur wandered aimlessly in their wake, smiling when he found Rose underneath a lawn chair eating a chocolate rabbit, "Rosie, dear, why don't you look for some Easter eggs? There might be a few left over by-"

"Rose, Hugo, Lily! Come inside!" Molly had appeared at the back door. "Dinner's ready! James, Albus, and Fred! Roxanne and Lola- goodness! You girls are a sight! Just look at your new dresses! Go clean up!"

"Nan, can't you just use a cleaning spell? It would be much easier... pleeaase?" Lola begged.

Molly sighed, then pulled out her wand, "Come here." Roxanne winked at Lola as she walked over to her grandmother. Deftly, she plucked Molly's wand out of her hand and skipped away, laughing and shooting green sparks from the tip.

"Accio, wand!" Molly commanded. A feeling of déjà vu came over her as she remembered the first time Fred tried that very same prank. He didn't succeed, either. Molly's eyes welled up as the memory came back to her. Fred had just turned seven and was anxious to use 'proper' magic for the first time. George had distracted her by spilling pumpkin juice all over Ron. Fred had grabbed her wand and immediately caused pandemonium. Fred began waving it in circles above his head and suddenly, dishes began dancing around the kitchen, clattering and breaking as they hit the floor, dancing off the countertops.

Molly didn't want history to repeat itself. Yet the memory made her smile. She missed Fred terribly, especially around the holidays. She stood, hands on her hips and looked sternly at Lola, but her expression changed quickly to amusement as she noticed Roxanne shaking her finger at her twin.

Lola giggled and said, "At least I got it to make green sparks shoot out! That's more than you've done!"

Roxanne chuckled. "Yeah, you're right! Good going!"

Molly sighed, chuckling, "OK you two. Time for dinner, now. Let me clean your dresses before your mother sees you." The twins obediently lined up and stood still while Molly waved her wand and removed the muddy stains.

Soon the whole Weasley clan was gathered around the table. Scrumptious delicacies were arranged around a vast assortment of roasted meats. The room was crowded, but, somehow, every Weasley sibling, spouse, and child managed to find a seat somewhere. Plates were filled from rim to rim with Molly's delicious cooking. George's daughters were busy telling their cousins about their egg hunt. Lily was showing her parents the red and gold flashing egg she had found under a wheelbarrow near the chicken coop, "It's Gryffindor colors, Daddy! This means I'll be in Gryffindor when I go to Hogwarts!" She beamed at Harry in a way that only a young child can when filled with pride and excitement.

The clock struck two by the time the meal was finished and the dishes were washed. Harry and Ginny sat on the bench in the garden. George was running with all the children, leading them to the broom shed.

"Quidditch! Time for the annual Easter Weasley Quidditch Tournament!" With squeals of animated laughter, all the children poured onto the field carrying an assortment of brooms. James was the first one to mount his charge and take flight.

"Wait! We've got to decide on teams!" George announced. "We need two captains."

"I'm the oldest," said Victoire matter-of-factly.

"And," Fred began, "I'm the best flyer, so I think I should be a captain."

"Who says you're the best flyer?" James demanded.

Harry smiled, "Well, maybe we can have co-captains. Agreed?"

James sighed and nodded half-heartedly. Ginny walked over and grabbed a broom. "OK," she said, "Victoire, you choose someone. Remember, children first, then parents."

Victoire nodded. "Albus, over here." He smiled and trotted over to his cousin. Fred and James called out for Dominique. Rose was picked next by Victoire. Turn by turn, the teams were formed.

Ron announced the rosters. "Team Victoire has Rose as Keeper, Albus as Seeker, Roxanne as Beater, along with Louis, and Lily and Lucy as Chasers. James will be Keeper for his team, with Fred as Seeker, Dominique and Molly as Beaters, and Lola, Ginny, and Hugo as Chasers."

Everyone else pulled up a chair to watch.

"Wait! What about Victoire?" asked Louis.

"I'm a Chaser," she replied. "And we need referees, still, of course."

"I'll do that," volunteered Ginny.

"No, Aunt Ginny, you're a Chaser, but Uncle Harry could be referee," interrupted Lola, beaming at her famous relative.

The game started quickly. Harry released the Snitch as the players became airborne. Both Keepers flew around their respective hoops as the Chasers passed the Quaffle and attempted to score. Albus kept looking all around him for any sign of the Snitch. Meanwhile, Roxanne and Louis were enthusiastically swinging their bats at a Bludger that Molly had sent in Lucy's direction.

"Take that, Luce!" Molly sang. Lucy ducked, and Roxanne, hurtling after the Bludger, narrowly missed hitting Fred. He had seen a glint of gold near Dominique, and was shooting across the pitch. Albus followed suit on his trusty Nimbus Express.

A foil-wrapped egg lay discarded on the edge of the garden, where the adults were sitting, watching the action. The children had decided they wanted a kids-only game and the adults were content to confine themselves to cheering. Ginny’s gracious offer to be the fourteenth player was accepted happily.

Fred pulled away from the egg when he realized it wasn't the Snitch. Albus, who was diving at full speed, barely had time to pull out of the maneuver. Luckily, Victoire was watching the scene and managed to grab the tail-twig end of his broom.

Hugo zoomed over and asked Albus, "When did you learn to fly like that?!"

"Can't talk now!" Albus replied. He had spotted the Snitch flying above Molly's flower garden and pulled his broom around to that direction.

Fred noticed Albus change course and turned his broom. He weaved through the Chasers and Beaters, in dogged pursuit. Albus had a big lead, but Fred eventually caught up. The two Seekers raced, neck and neck. The Snitch was within three yards when a Bludger Louis whacked hit Fred square in the face.

A scream rang out. It was Molly. Watching her grandson plummet towards the ground, Molly pulled out her wand. George, however, had immediately cast a Cushioning Charm and his son landed softly in the grass. His nose was bleeding profusely and Molly rushed over with outstretched arms. Louis landed quickly nearby and apologized repeatedly. Angelina and George rushed over to assess the damage. But Fred was already making jokes.

"Nice hit, Louis! Nearly knocked my whole head off!" He sat grinning, completely oblivious to his injury. With a wave of her wand, Angelina stopped the flow of blood and cleaned up her son's face.

"Game on!" Fred yelled.

"Not so fast!" declared Molly, looking quite red and frazzled. "You need to sit down and rest. You've just received a terrific blow to the-" She was interrupted by a chorus of protests.

"Naa-aan!" James began, "It's just a flesh wound."

"He's fine!" called Albus.

Cousin Molly was hovering nearby. Standing up, she smiled, dragging her broom behind her. "Well, I'm thirsty, so why don't we all take a pumpkin juice break."

Moans were coming from everywhere. Everyone glared at Molly.

"The game just started," complained Victoire. "We can stop for juice later."

The game resumed, but not before Molly (Senior) threw up her hands and marched back to her seat, announcing, "Right! Keep playing then. Just don't come running to me if your legs get broken, that's all!"

A knowing glance made its way around the assembled adults as they each remembered a time when Molly had said something similar to them in their younger years. Actually, she still said those kinds of things to them now, occasionally.

"Remember when we flew the car last month to visit your aunt?" Harry asked Ron.

Ron chuckled. "The 'Ford Anglia Fiasco' almost repeated itself! Mum did a nutter."

"She was right! That was dangerous! You could've gotten us all killed! Or worse, gotten our wands taken away for misuse of Muggle artifacts!" Ron and Harry's eyes rolled at Hermione's admonishment.

Suddenly a shout rang out as Albus' hand closed around the Snitch. "I've got it! Right here!" Albus' teammates cheered as he circled back to the group and they all hugged him and clapped his back.

The teams made their way to where the adults were gathered at the edge of the Quidditch field smiling widely, "Well done, Albus!" Harry exclaimed, clapping his son on the back.

"Thanks, Dad!" Albus replied beaming. "It was brilliant!"

"Look!" Lucy interjected, squealing with glee and pointing to the garden hedge. Everyone followed her gaze. A fluffy, black snout was poking through the leaves. It sniffed curiously, and then a pair of flat, spade-like paws slipped through the foliage. A squeal of delight escaped Lola as the creature emerged with a quick hop.

"The Easter Niffler!" the young ones chorused. The niffler's long snout twitched as it began to dig in the soft earth. It burrowed as if the dirt was water. A few minutes later, a large mound of loosened earth sat beside a big hole. All the children clustered around, trying to have a look at what the Easter Niffler had unearthed. A golden glow emanated from the freshly dug hole. Lucy rushed over, her eyes alight with wonder, and reached in for the enormous, wonderfully ornate egg that the niffler had uncovered. There were "oohs" and "ahhs" as the egg cracked open slowly, revealing the treasures within. There was every kind of scrumptious chocolate and delectable candy imaginable.

"Oh, wow! Look, there's my favorite, Chocoballs!" cried Lily, reaching for the treats. Other children looked in, and each found their favorite sweets. The adults were close behind to have a look for themselves. Despite the large number of chocolates and candies the children took out and shared around, the golden egg looked as full as it had when it first opened. Harry was always reminded about that plate of sandwiches at Hogwarts. He looked at Ron now and said, "Remember that? Sitting in Snape's office?"

Ron nodded. "You ask me this every year!" He grinned.

The children asked Harry to tell them about flying the car to Hogwarts, but Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "We don't need to hear about your silly antics. You'll give them ideas! Now let's just all enjoy our sweets."

"Don't worry 'er-mi-knee," said Ron, through a mouthful of toffee, "Don't want kids-"

"Could you please swallow first, dear," Hermione asked calmly.

With an effort, Ron swallowed the lump of sticky goo. "I don't want the kids to hear that story! Harry brought it up!"

James grinned, saying, "Good one, Uncle Ron!"

The adults laughed and Arthur clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. Silence fell. Arthur smiled warmly and said, "I treasure these times together and wish you a Happy Easter!"






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Potty Five Words: "Tales of the Easter Niffler"

This story was written from April 3, 2009 to April 19, 2009. Seven writers contributed to the story, which is 2,000 words long. Five of the seven writers posted feedback.

- PatPat, Apr 20, 2009 1:19 am: And so ends story #106. I really felt that this was one of our better stories. The plot was a simple one and, though we had one complication with the naming of the Quidditch teams, we turned it around and kept it nice and simple. This is a great example of one of our better stories. A day in the life of the Weasleys. I only have a couple comments:

1) It is difficult, when writing a story 5 words at a time, to keep up entirely with everything that has been written. But we all need to try to read a sentence or two ahead of posting, so that we don't repeat the same words over and over.

2) Most of us know this, but just a reminder, try not to delete any posts. Always edit rather than delete. If your editing window runs out, PAH or I can take care of any edits for you. In this thread, more than any other, posts are precious. Deleting shortens the life of the thread.

3) Again, it's difficult always to keep up with the plot when several writers are posting five words at a time. However, we really need to watch out for inconsistencies. For example, in this story, it was stated that Fred did not succeed when he stole Molly's wand. But then there is a description of what he did with the wand once he obtained it! Oops! We all do it. It's just a matter of being careful and, again, being sure to read a little ahead before posting.

- Puck, Apr 20, 2009 2:10 am: It was a fun, light-hearted story, I think.

- Phoenixfeather, Apr 20, 2009 2:54 am: The last story was fun!

- Potteraholic, Apr 20, 2009 2:56 am: Great job posting the story and stats, PatPat! Good points to remember, all 3 of them. I also agree with everything that was said about the Easter Niffler story. And, I too, have to say, YAY!!! Kip posted! What a momentous occasion!

- Verity Weasley, Apr 20, 2009 5:31 am: Yes, the last story was fun, but there was a big chunk in the middle where I didn't post at all because it got so confusing. I think keeping the cast of characters down to a reasonable number makes it a bit easier to keep track of everything.

- Potteraholic, Apr 20, 2009 10:41 am: Good point about having a smaller cast of characters, esp. since we're writing a shorter story.






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Potty Five Words: "A Blossoming Magic"


Uncle Algie looked at Neville and shook his head. The boy was hopeless. Most children of seven would already be showing some magical ability, but not his nephew. Neville looked nervous all the time and didn't have any real friends.

Neville spent most of that day chasing toads in the garden and fell into the pond. He stood there, soaking wet, but smiling, holding a toad firmly in his pudgy little hands. Algie watched as Neville examined the toad carefully.

"It's got lots of spots on its back. Wonder what they're there for?" Neville queried.

"Boy, you're dripping all over the place! Dry yourself off before you ruin the carpet!"

"Sorry Uncle Algie," Neville said quietly, eyes downcast. He stepped backwards off the carpet and turned to leave.

"Hang on a minute," ordered Algie. He took out his wand and gave it a swish. Neville was instantly and completely dry.

The toad jumped and made a dash for freedom. Neville sprang after him, but landed sprawled upon the floor. By the time he got back on his feet, the toad had long gone. Algie conjured himself a glass of firewhiskey and watched as his nephew searched in vain for the spotted, speedy amphibian. He was reminded of his own youth, when he tramped through the garden chasing gnomes.

Neville returned a few minutes later. "He got away," he said despondently, "but I'm going to go find another." He looked at his uncle hopefully. Algie sighed as Neville started looking for a net to help him catch another toad.

"Listen, Neville." Algie's tone was firm. "I want you to try to catch it by magic. If you concentrate really hard, I promise, it will come right to you."

Neville looked doubtful, but decided to try. His face turned bright red as he attempted to harness every magical fiber in his body. Nothing happened.

"Does a toad just come to you when you think hard about it?" Neville asked. "I won't turn into a toad or anything?" He had heard his Gran tell a story about a boy who tried to use magic on a playmate. The child had sprouted a pair of bug-like feelers on his head.

Algie chuckled, in spite of himself. The poor little mite is worried about accidental transfiguration when he can't even turn boiling water into tea. "No, you won't turn into a toad, I promise."

The pair of them walked out toward the garden. Neville wasn't sure how his uncle expected him to perform magic, but he was willing to try.

As they approached the garden, Neville's grandmother came rushing across the lawn. "Pesky Screechsnap! I am at my wit's end! I think I gave it too much dragon manure and now it won't stop shaking and squeaking!" she yelled.

Neville forgot about the toad for a moment. "Gran, maybe you could spray water from your wand to wash away the dragon manure. That might help?"

"It's worth a try," Augusta sighed. "Aguamenti," she uttered, her wand shooting a torrent of water at the plant. Neville, watching closely, smiled when the Schreechsnap began to quiet down.

"Well, would you look at that!" Algie exclaimed, with astonishment. "The kid had it right!" he said, winking at Neville.

The boy beamed at this rare praise. "Thanks, Uncle Algie!" he grinned.

"Don't go getting too bigheaded now, young man," Neville's grandmother warned him. But Neville was too busy looking at the Screechsnap, very pleased with how well his idea had worked.

"Gran, maybe I could have my own garden. What d'ya think? Can I?"

Augusta shrugged her shoulders. "I suppose we could give you an allotment. Just as long as you take care of it and don't plant more Screechsnap."

Neville smiled broadly. He promised her he wouldn't. "Gran, could we go shopping for some seeds in Diagon Alley?" Neville asked.

Augusta looked at him and sighed, "I suppose we could." Augusta couldn't say "no" when he was keen on doing it.

Neville jumped for joy.

"Flora's Botanicals should have everything you need. We'll go there as soon as I get my hat," Augusta said, hurrying into the house. She returned with a large red handbag, a hat topped with a stuffed vulture, and a fox-fur scarf.

Both Longbottoms were covered in soot as they exited the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron. "Afternoon, Tom," Augusta chirped. "My grandson and I are off to purchase some things at Flora's."

"Gardening like your Grandad, huh?" Tom asked with a chuckle.

Neville smiled, "Yeah, the Screechsnap that he planted was doing poorly but I figured out how to fix it!"

Augusta nodded and said, "Looks like he might have his Grandfather's talent - if not his father's." Neville looked away, his cheeks reddening.

Tom frowned, but said nothing. He felt sorry for Neville. "You need to be quite skilled to take care of plants, Screechsnap especially. Why, I remember I had a patch in my garden, growing up—"

"Yes, I'm sure that's very interesting, Tom," Augusta said, "but I want to be home in time for Algie's shepherd's pie."

With that, she marched towards the door. Neville bade Tom goodbye, as Augusta steered them both out of the pub, through the brick wall, and into Diagon Alley. "Flora’s Botanicals was Grandad's favorite shop right, Gran? I remember he used to go there all the time."

Augusta sniffed. Rupert, her husband, had died only a few months before. His health had gone downhill after being bitten by a poisonous plant, a Venomous Tentacula. He would visit Flora's every fortnight and always arrived home with some strange specimen or the latest book on Herbology.

Now the pair were standing in front of his favorite store. "I haven't been here since your grandfather died," Augusta muttered more to herself than Neville. Hanging baskets filled with strange looking plants and flowers adorned the front of the shop. Drawers filled with seeds lined Flora's walls. Now inside, Neville's eyes widened in excitement.

As he passed, a tendril from a Flitterbloom brushed against his cheek, startling him. He jumped back, knocking over a pile of precariously stacked bags of fertilizer. The bags split open, releasing a pungent odor.

"Please take care, young man," snapped the shopkeeper.

Augusta sighed, and with a quick wave of her wand, she repaired the bags and set them right. Neville selected a Flitterbloom seedling. As he held it, its tendrils started to snake towards his fingers, and Neville smiled. The plant began to sway in time with his snapping fingers. He quickened the tempo and the Flitterbloom followed suit. He stopped snapping and the plant slowed and was still.

Neville turned excitedly to Augusta, "Gran! Did you see that? I made the Flitterbloom dance!" He was smiling broadly, but Augusta was busy talking to the shopkeeper. "Gran, did you see that? The plant follows every move I make!"

Augusta turned towards her grandson and watched, mesmerized, as the foliage bounced to the beat of Neville's clicking fingers.

"Why, Neville! You are a born herbologist and a magical one at that!"

The memory of these unusually kind words returned to Neville every time he worked in his garden, and in the years to come, Augusta would realize how truly gifted her grandson was in so many different ways.





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  Phoenixfeather   39
  Potteraholic   81
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Potty Five Words: "A Blossoming Magic"

This story was written from April 19, 2009 to April 28, 2009. Seven writers contributed to the story, which is 1,215 words long. Four of the seven writers posted feedback.

- Potteraholic, Apr 30, 2009 1:31 am: Story #107 is up! I liked it very much! And I think it ended well... sometimes we need a few extra posts to get there, but we got there in the end!

- Verity Weasley, Apr 30, 2009 2:58: I enjoyed the last story. While we were writing it, it seemed to be meandering along without much of a direction, but it turned out very well in the end, I thought. As always PAH, you did a great job of choosing just the right title!

- PatPat, Apr 30, 2009 9:56 pm: I also really liked the last story. I think our last two have gone very well. PAH, as always, great job in posting the story so quickly and accurately and great title!

- mona amon, May 3, 2009 12:34 am: Regarding the previous story, it has been said before, but nice story, great title!





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Potty Five Words: "On 'The Cusp'"


The wind whipped furiously along the banks of the river. Hermione and her parents ran full speed towards the nearest boat, which was moored at St Katharine Docks. Portia Granger nervously climbed inside, followed by Hermione. Egeus, Hermione's father, clambered in after them and untied the small craft.

"We need to get going as quickly as possible. We don't want to get caught in this thunderstorm." Dark clouds were gathering ominously while Egeus started the small outboard motor. Soon they were chugging along. The Cusp rocked slightly as it traveled upstream.

"Dad, are you sure this is the way?" Hermione asked.

"We're going to Henley-on-Thames, as you requested," he replied.

Portia was worried about traveling in such rough conditions, but Egeus assured her that they would be fine and that they could dock somewhere if the storm worsened. "Besides, Hermione has to get to Henley as soon as possible. She promised—"

He was interrupted by a loud, rolling clap of thunder. Portia jumped, causing the boat to rock precariously. Hermione grabbed hold of the nearest rail and managed to stop herself from going overboard.

"MUM! It's only thunder! Honestly! Not going to kill you!"

"I'm sorry, dear, but it really isn't safe to get caught in this weather," Portia explained. "We could get struck by lightning. Or worse."

"What's worse than that?" asked Egeus.

"Frizzy hair, largish teeth," said Hermione. "Lots of things really..." she mused.

Just then, The Cusp sputtered and slowed. Hermione looked at her father and said, "Dad, did you put petrol in the engine?"

Egeus' face fell. "Oh... I think I forgot," he mumbled, sheepishly.

Hermione was tempted to reach for her wand, but then she remembered the rule forbidding underage witches from using magic outside Hogwarts. But this is an emergency. I'm sure it would be allowed, she thought, just one little spell and we would have a functioning boat in a jiffy. But what if I get a warning from the Ministry of Magic? I've never been in trouble before.

Hermione was jolted away from these troubling thoughts by the sound of an engine. The rumble grew steadily louder as the large, official-looking boat approached. A Thames Coastguard vessel was now just feet away.

"Havin' a spot of trouble, eh? Need any help?" enquired a young watch officer, shouting over the howling wind.

“We’re stuck! Tank's empty!" Egeus shouted back.

"Well, then, let's top it up for you," the voice replied. As he came into view, Hermione did a double-take. The young man looked very familiar. Hermione thought for a moment before remembering that she had seen him at Gringotts last August, her first visit to Diagon Alley. As the officer came aboard carrying a can of petrol, she wondered, Is he a Muggle related to a wizard, or a wizard masquerading as a Muggle? How can I find out without giving myself away?

While Hermione pondered, Egeus took the can and filled the tank. The two men went toward The Cusp's bow and surveyed the approaching storm. Egeus frowned. "We shouldn't be out on the river now, should we? But my daughter Hermione needs to get to Henley-on-Thames for a three o'clock appointment."

The man turned to look at Hermione, and he too made the magical connection.

"Have we met before? I'm sure I've seen you wandering around," he said, with a wink. "I'd bet a Galleon on it!"

Hermione was speechless for a minute. Then she smiled. "I believe you'd win that Galleon. I've seen you at Gringotts."

Portia looked sharply at the officer. "Do you have an account there? Or do you have family who do?" she added quickly.

The young man grinned broadly and reached for his wallet. He took out the key to his vault.

"What's that?" asked Egeus, staring at the tiny, golden object.

"It opens a wizard's vault, where he keeps his gold," Hermione explained, breathlessly. "Then you travel via cart, accompanied by a goblin, who lets you in. Some of the vaults are guarded by dragons!"

The officer, Horatio Beamish, chuckled at her exuberance. Muggle-borns were always so excited by things like dragons and goblins. Other witches and wizards he knew never displayed emotions like that. Being a Muggle-born wizard himself, he remembered his own youthful excitement about all things magical. Once, when he was about Hermione's age, he had seen a large winged horse while on holiday in France, and had talked about it for weeks afterwards.

"So, where are we going to stop?" Portia asked, interrupting his thoughts.

"Well, I think the storm has moved off to the south, so you can proceed," said Horatio. "Your appointment must be important, or you wouldn't be traveling in this weather to keep it. Maybe I could speed things up a bit?"

Without waiting for a reply Horatio guided The Cusp to the nearest dock. The Grangers followed him without question towards a small boathouse nearby. Horatio pushed open the heavy wooden door and ushered them into a dusty office. There was a large stone fireplace at one end, with an empty hearth.

"There's a pub called The Green Dragon on Hart Street in Henley-on-Thames, near the river," said Horatio. "Will you know how to get to your destination from there?"

Hermione couldn't believe it. "The Green Dragon is our destination!" she replied. "I'm meeting a professor there to interview him for a school assignment... he's retired, an expert on Ancient Runes. He used to teach at Hogwarts years ago, but before—"

"Not ol' Entwistle? Murgatroyd Entwistle?" exclaimed Horatio. "I was at Hogwarts when he taught there. He was quite an animated teacher... used to make everything into an exciting lesson."

Smiling, Hermione said, "That's exactly who I mean! My assignment is for extra credit."

"Excuse me," Egeus interrupted. "But we should get going, surely?"

"Of course!" Horatio said, motioning toward the fireplace. "This is connected to The Green Dragon. You can get there by throwing this powder in the fireplace and when the fire burns a bright green, you step into it."

Hermione's parents gasped. "Don't worry!" Horatio continued. "She won't get burned."

"She?" queried Portia. "Can't we go with her? She is—"

"... a witch, and you are Muggles, who can't travel by the Floo Network. I'm sorry! It would violate the Statutes of Secrecy," Horatio explained apologetically.

He looked at Hermione. "Just say your destination clearly... you'll be transported there in seconds. And... keep your elbows tucked!"

Hermione nodded and turned to her parents. Portia and Egeus looked apprehensive, but Horatio smiled. "Wizards do this all the time. Children travel by Floo powder nearly everywhere." This comment reassured the couple and Portia nodded.

Hermione took some powder and threw it into the fire Horatio had conjured. "Bye, Mum and Dad!" she grinned and stepped into the hearth. "I'll meet you back here!" She then shouted, "The Green Dragon, Henley-on-Thames!" and then vanished before their eyes.






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  Puck   53
  Verity Weasley   18
  PatPat   26
  Phoenixfeather   1
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Potty Five Words: "On 'The Cusp'"

This story was written from April 29, 2009 to May 13, 2009. Nine writers contributed to the story, which is 1,150 words long. Five of the nine writers posted feedback.

- Potteraholic, May 14, 2009 1:11 am: So ends another story about the Grangers... slowly but surely we're chipping away at this mysterious pair and getting to know them a bit better. I liked this story and how it sailed along smoothly, most of the time. (I wasn't sure about setting up the insertion section at the end, but I think it worked out okay.)

- mona amon, May 15, 2009 2:59 am: I liked this story! I'm always amazed at the way the story seems to be going nowhere at first, and then starts taking shape.

And as usual you've come up with a nice title, PAH!

- Verity Weasley, May 15, 2009 7:10 am: I have to echo Mona's thoughts. I spent a long time wondering where the story was going, but reading it through all together it doesn't appear to lack direction. The added section is seamless. Anyone coming to the story now would never know we added that section later.

In this story I think Egeus appears to be a bit 'Arthur Weasley-ish'. His absent-mindedness was very endearing.

- Puck, May 15, 2009 12:09 pm: I think it's a sweet little story. A mix between the light hearted and the dark makes this thread fun, as you never know what you will get.

Oh, now that Tax Day has passed, I believe we are getting Kip sucked in......

- Phoenixfeather, May 16, 2009 3:02 am: Hi everyone! Sorry I've not been around - work projects again. But I read the story and it did turn out really well! I agree that the addition fit perfectly. And I haven't heard the name "Murgatroyd" in years - and only as an old saying... people would exclaim sometimes "Heavens to Murgatroyd!" - Not sure why, but it was interesting that name came up (if I've got the right name - it might have been "Murgatroy"). --Anyways, it was a nice read!





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This page contains a list with links to all the stories written in Volume XI.

Five Words Stories - Volume XI

• Click on Story #109 (11 June 2009) for "A Touch of Transfiguration"

• Click on Story #110 (10 July 2009) for "The Birth of a Hat"

• Click on Story #111 (25 July 2009) for "A Neighborly Chat"

• Click on Story #112 (11 September 2009) for "The Eye and the Storm"

• Click on Story #113 (30 September 2009) for "A Family Gathering"

• Click on Story #114 (9 October 2009) for "Dear Sisters"

• Click on Story #115 (26 October 2009) for "The 3 Ds: Dursleys, Dementors, and Dinner", Four Year Anniversary Special!

• Click on Story #116 (23 November 2009) for "Neville and the Mandrakes: Mission Possible"

• Click on Story #117 (16 December 2009) for "A Birthday... Surprise!"

• Click on Story #118 (1 January 2010) for "Owl Post!"

• Click on Story #119 (9 January 2010) for "A Barrier Breached"

• Click on Stories #117, #118, #119 (16 December - 9 January 2010) for "The Dursley Triumvirate" to read this trio of stories all at once.

When the Harry Potter Lexicon Forum was hosted on World Crossing, the Five Words game used to be played on the separate FanFiction Forum site. When Kip Carter agreed to move Five Words to the Main Forum, where a new volume, Volume XIII was created, there were still more than 800 posts left in Volume XII. So some Five Worders decided to use the remaining posts in Volume XII to revise past stories. The following stories in Volume XI were revised in Volume XII: #113, #114, and #116. Links to these revised stories can be found at the end of their original versions.





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