Seven Deadly Gryffindors - (Neville & Co.)
Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2003 1:36 pm
Seven Deadly Gryffindors
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Disclaimer: I don’t have any rights to anything from the world of Harry Potter. Those privileges extend to JKR, Bloomsbury, Scholastic, WB, etc. Also, the plot of this fan fic was inspired by an episode of Charmed – I also have no rights to that television show. I’m guessing the WB has ownership there as well. The episode is called Sin Francisco, by the way.
Rating: YTEEN
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“What was McGonagall thinking?” groaned Neville Longbottom. He and his fellow classmates – Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter – sat around a large, oak table in the Library, a vast array of Charms books, parchment, and quills spread out before them all.
“She was thinking that if fifth year students from Gryffindor House want to pass their O.W.L.s this year, a little studying is in order,” replied Hermione. “I think this study hall idea is brilliant.” She flipped open her Charms text and grabbed a quill.
“Hermione, you think anything involving a textbook is brilliant,” muttered Ron. “Doesn’t McGonagall realize there’s a Quidditch match against Slytherin in two days? Harry and I should be practicing …”
“Ron, there are more important things in life than Quidditch,” said Hermione, not looking up from her Charms notes.
Ron’s jaw dropped. He tried to utter a retort, but he had just been left speechless by Hermione’s blasphemous statement about Quidditch.
Harry picked up his slack. “I dunno, Hermione,” he began. “It may be worth losing an O.W.L. in Charms if we beat Slytherin … if we lose the match, they’ll be in first place.”
“I’m pretending not to hear this,” said Hermione through pursed lips. She tapped her quill on the table and looked at the clock above Madam Pince’s desk. “Where is everyone? They should have been here fifteen minutes ago.”
As if in answer to Hermione’s question, the doors to the Library opened. In walked Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas, followed by Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown. Not one of them looked very enthusiastic about being there as they slung their bags onto the oak table and took seats near their classmates.
“You’re late,” said Ron with a wink and gesturing over to Hermione, who was looking so severe that it appeared as if Professor McGonagall had temporarily possessed her.
Before Hermione could respond to Ron, however, Madam Pince shuffled over to them and spoke in a stern voice. “The Library is closing in five minutes – I recognize you lot have permission from your head of House to stay on for study hall. Realize I will be just in my office. Any damage to Library property will result in dire consequences.” She walked haughtily back to her desk and eyed them all like a vulture as she stamped due dates into the books of a very frightened looking Hufflepuff first year. In a matter of minutes, she had the doors to the Library locked and was moving towards her office.
“I like to avoid checking books out, myself,” said Seamus as he observed Madam Pince’s office door close. “It’s not worth getting the bogies knocked out of you by the likes of her.”
“Yeah, mate,” agreed Dean, laughing.
Parvati and Lavender looked mournfully over their Charms notes.
“Hermione, you’ve gotten higher marks than any of us in Flitwick’s class for the past five years running,” said Parvati, her eyes looking bleary already. “McGonagall should have made you exempt from study hall.”
“McGonagall made her come to keep us in line,” commented Harry with a smile. “Come to think,” Harry added, “I reckon Hermione’s gotten higher marks than anyone in our entire year in Charms class for the past five years running.”
“Only Charms?” said Ron, smirking.
“Stop it,” said Hermione as her cheeks reddened. “I’m here to study like everyone else. I wouldn’t get high marks if I didn’t apply myself.”
“I apply myself,” moaned Neville. “I just never seem to remember how things are supposed to go … my incantations always get muddled.”
“With a little practice, you’ll get it, Neville,” said Hermione encouragingly. “Chose a spell to run through … go on … I’ll help you if you need it.”
Neville flipped open the textbook and made a choice. He bit his bottom lip nervously and held his wand in his shaking hand.
“Have you got the incantation in your mind?” asked Hermione.
Neville nodded.
“Repeat it to yourself a couple of times,” Hermione said.
Neville looked down at the book again and muttered something under his breath a couple times.
“Okay,” said Hermione, flipping Neville’s book closed. “Give it a go!”
Neville clamped his eyes shut and opened his mouth to speak, “Transgredi … Toxicus … Septem!” He swished his wand and a glowing white light appeared.
Hermione’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth as if to tell Neville he had done something wrong, but she never got the chance. The white light swirled and hovered above the oak table for a moment, then separated into seven pearlescent balls that shimmered as they floated - slowly at first, then very fast.
Each ball of light quickly revolved around the table once, then – like a tiny heat-seeking missile – found a person to linger in front of. Everyone sat mesmerized by his or her own personal shimmery orb – everyone except Neville, that is, who still held his wand out nervously as he watched the result of his charm.
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To be continued ...
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Disclaimer: I don’t have any rights to anything from the world of Harry Potter. Those privileges extend to JKR, Bloomsbury, Scholastic, WB, etc. Also, the plot of this fan fic was inspired by an episode of Charmed – I also have no rights to that television show. I’m guessing the WB has ownership there as well. The episode is called Sin Francisco, by the way.
Rating: YTEEN
***
“What was McGonagall thinking?” groaned Neville Longbottom. He and his fellow classmates – Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter – sat around a large, oak table in the Library, a vast array of Charms books, parchment, and quills spread out before them all.
“She was thinking that if fifth year students from Gryffindor House want to pass their O.W.L.s this year, a little studying is in order,” replied Hermione. “I think this study hall idea is brilliant.” She flipped open her Charms text and grabbed a quill.
“Hermione, you think anything involving a textbook is brilliant,” muttered Ron. “Doesn’t McGonagall realize there’s a Quidditch match against Slytherin in two days? Harry and I should be practicing …”
“Ron, there are more important things in life than Quidditch,” said Hermione, not looking up from her Charms notes.
Ron’s jaw dropped. He tried to utter a retort, but he had just been left speechless by Hermione’s blasphemous statement about Quidditch.
Harry picked up his slack. “I dunno, Hermione,” he began. “It may be worth losing an O.W.L. in Charms if we beat Slytherin … if we lose the match, they’ll be in first place.”
“I’m pretending not to hear this,” said Hermione through pursed lips. She tapped her quill on the table and looked at the clock above Madam Pince’s desk. “Where is everyone? They should have been here fifteen minutes ago.”
As if in answer to Hermione’s question, the doors to the Library opened. In walked Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas, followed by Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown. Not one of them looked very enthusiastic about being there as they slung their bags onto the oak table and took seats near their classmates.
“You’re late,” said Ron with a wink and gesturing over to Hermione, who was looking so severe that it appeared as if Professor McGonagall had temporarily possessed her.
Before Hermione could respond to Ron, however, Madam Pince shuffled over to them and spoke in a stern voice. “The Library is closing in five minutes – I recognize you lot have permission from your head of House to stay on for study hall. Realize I will be just in my office. Any damage to Library property will result in dire consequences.” She walked haughtily back to her desk and eyed them all like a vulture as she stamped due dates into the books of a very frightened looking Hufflepuff first year. In a matter of minutes, she had the doors to the Library locked and was moving towards her office.
“I like to avoid checking books out, myself,” said Seamus as he observed Madam Pince’s office door close. “It’s not worth getting the bogies knocked out of you by the likes of her.”
“Yeah, mate,” agreed Dean, laughing.
Parvati and Lavender looked mournfully over their Charms notes.
“Hermione, you’ve gotten higher marks than any of us in Flitwick’s class for the past five years running,” said Parvati, her eyes looking bleary already. “McGonagall should have made you exempt from study hall.”
“McGonagall made her come to keep us in line,” commented Harry with a smile. “Come to think,” Harry added, “I reckon Hermione’s gotten higher marks than anyone in our entire year in Charms class for the past five years running.”
“Only Charms?” said Ron, smirking.
“Stop it,” said Hermione as her cheeks reddened. “I’m here to study like everyone else. I wouldn’t get high marks if I didn’t apply myself.”
“I apply myself,” moaned Neville. “I just never seem to remember how things are supposed to go … my incantations always get muddled.”
“With a little practice, you’ll get it, Neville,” said Hermione encouragingly. “Chose a spell to run through … go on … I’ll help you if you need it.”
Neville flipped open the textbook and made a choice. He bit his bottom lip nervously and held his wand in his shaking hand.
“Have you got the incantation in your mind?” asked Hermione.
Neville nodded.
“Repeat it to yourself a couple of times,” Hermione said.
Neville looked down at the book again and muttered something under his breath a couple times.
“Okay,” said Hermione, flipping Neville’s book closed. “Give it a go!”
Neville clamped his eyes shut and opened his mouth to speak, “Transgredi … Toxicus … Septem!” He swished his wand and a glowing white light appeared.
Hermione’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth as if to tell Neville he had done something wrong, but she never got the chance. The white light swirled and hovered above the oak table for a moment, then separated into seven pearlescent balls that shimmered as they floated - slowly at first, then very fast.
Each ball of light quickly revolved around the table once, then – like a tiny heat-seeking missile – found a person to linger in front of. Everyone sat mesmerized by his or her own personal shimmery orb – everyone except Neville, that is, who still held his wand out nervously as he watched the result of his charm.
***
To be continued ...
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