Chapter Seven: (Well,
Duh)
“And the title of chapter seven is…is…,” James began, but didn’t quite finish his sentence.
“Is what?” Sirius asked curiously.
“Well, I…I don’t rightly want to say it,” James mumbled, staring at the book as if he couldn’t believe what it said.
“Huh?” Sirius said, before he leaned over and snatched the book from James’ hands. “Well, what is—oh. I see.” He handed the book to Remus. “It’s not a very nice word, Rem.
“Well, duh,” Remus said after he’d finished reading the title. “Anyway, James, it’s all right, really. You can say it. I mean, it’s not as if you’re actually calling anyone that.”
“I don’t want to,” James grumbled.
“Well, I will then,” Remus said, handing the book back over to James, who glared at it. “The title is Mudbloods and Murmurs.”
“Mudbloods!” Peter gasped out in surprise. “Damn, no wonder you wouldn’t say it, James.”
Nobody else said anything, though, instead glaring furiously at the book.
“Well,” Lily finally said after a while. “I don’t think glaring at the book will do much good unless we want it to burst into flames. Maybe you should just start reading, James.”
James, still glaring, sighed but began reading anyway.
Harry spent a lot of time over the next few days dodging out of sight whenever he saw Gilderoy Lockhart coming down a corridor.
Sirius- A fact that
surprised nobody.
James- Except maybe
Hermione.
Harder to avoid was Colin Creevey, who seemed to have memorized Harry’s schedule.
All but Harry- ::snicker::
Sirius- Has Ginny
memorized your schedule too, Harry?
Harry- Probably. But,
unlike Colin, she doesn’t stalk me.
Sirius- That’s always
good.
Harry- You have no idea.
Sirius- Oh, yes I do.
Harry- Huh?
Remus- Rita Skeeter
stalked him once. Before she asked Sirius out, which he wouldn’t do, of course.
Harry- Don’t blame him.
Remus- You’ve met her?
Harry- Unfortunately.
She’s a journalist.
Remus- Ah.
Nothing seemed to give Colin a bigger thrill than to say, “All right, Harry?” six or seven times a day and hear, “Hello, Colin,” back, however exasperated Harry sounded when he said it.
Hedwig was still angry with
Harry about the disasterous car journey and Ron’s wand was still
malfunctioning, surpassing itself on Friday morning by shooting out of Ron’s
hand in Charms and hitting tiny old Professor Flitwick squarely between the
eyes, creating a large, throbbing green boil where it had struck.
All but Lily- ::snicker::
So with one thing
and another, Harry was quite glad to reach the weekend. He, Ron, and Hermione
were planning to visit Hagrid on Saturday morning. Harry, however, was shaken
awake several hours earlier than he would have liked by Oliver Wood, Captain of
the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
James- Quidditch practice!
Sirius- Yes!
“Whassamatter?”
Remus- Sounds like Sirius in the morning.
James- Only Sirius is worse, because his face is always shoved in his pillow.
said Harry
groggily.
“Quidditch practice!”
Remus- Well, duh.
said Wood. “Come
on!”
Harry squinted out the window.
There was a thin mist hanging across the pink-and-gold sky. Now that he was
awake, he couldn’t understand how he could have slept through the racket the
birds were making.
Sirius- I hate birds. I really, really hate birds.
James- Yeah, me too. Remember that one time when the big crow-thing flew through your window and tried to claw out your eyes?
Sirius- Evil demon bird.
Others- …
James/Sirius- What?
Remus- Nothing, nothing. Don’t worry about it.
“Oliver,” Harry croaked. “It’s
the crack of dawn.”
James- Exactly. What better time to practice?
Remus- Really. I mean, who would bug you that early?
Harry- Besides the Slytherins, of course.
Sirius- Hint, hint.
Harry- Huh?
Sirius- Nothing. Forget it.
Harry- …Okay….
“Exactly,” said Wood. He was a
tall and burly sixth year and, at the moment, his eyes were gleaming with a
crazed enthusiasm. “It’s part of our new training program. Come on, grab your
broom, and let’s go,” said Wood heartily. “None of the other teams have started
training yet; we’re going to be first off the mark this year—”
Yawning and shivering slightly,
Harry climbed out of bed and tried to find his Quidditch robes.
“Good man,” said Wood. “Meet you
on the field in fifteen minutes.”
Remus- If he’s even managed to get dressed by then.
James- Hey now, he’s my son, not Sirius’. He can function normally in the morning.
Harry- I can?
James- …
Sirius/Remus- ::snicker::
When he’d found his scarlet team
robes and pulled on his cloak for warmth, Harry scribbled a not to Ron
explaining where he’d gone and went down the spiral staircase to the common room,
his Nimbus Two Thousand on his shoulder. He had just reached the portrait hole
when there was a clatter behind him and Colin Creevey came dashing down the
spiral staircase, his camera swinging madly around his neck and something
clutched in his hand.
Sirius- Say cheese, Harry!
Harry- No.
Sirius- Aw, come on.
Harry- No.
Sirius- Meany.
Harry- Thank you.
James- Uh…. Yeah.
Sirius/Harry- ::snicker:: Exactly.
“I heard someone saying your
name on the stairs, Harry! Look what I’ve got here! I’ve had it developed, I
wanted to show you—”
Sirius- How horrible you look in pictures. It’s just hilarious.
Harry- Oh, shut up, Sirius.
Harry looked bemusedly at the
photograph Colin was brandishing under his nose.
A moving, black-and-white
Lockhart was tugging hard on an arm Harry recognized as his own. He was pleased
to see that his photographic self was putting up a good fight and refusing to
be dragged into view.
James- Go Harry!
As Harry watched,
Lockhart gave up and slumped, panting, against the white edge of the picture.
“Will you sign it?” said Colin
eagerly.
“No,” said Harry flatly,
glancing around to check that the room was really deserted. “Sorry, Colin, I’m
in a hurry—Quidditch practice—”
He climbed through the portrait
hole.
"Oh, wow! Wait for me! I've
never watched a Quidditch game before!"
Remus- Oh yay. Isn’t there anyway of getting rid of that kid?
Harry- Yes. But I’d get in serious trouble for it.
Colin scrambled through the hole
after him.
"It'll be really
boring," Harry said quickly, but Colin ignored him, his face shining with
excitement.
"You were the youngest
House player in a hundred years, weren't you, Harry? Weren't you?" said
Colin, trotting alongside him. "You must be brilliant. I've never flown.
Is it easy? Is that your own broom? Is that the best one there is?"
Harry didn't know how to get rid
of him. It was like having an extremely talkative shadow.
"I don't really understand
Quidditch," said Colin breathlessly. "Is it true there are four
balls? And two of them fly around trying to knock people off their
brooms?"
"Yes," said Harry
heavily, resigned to explaining the complicated rules of Quidditch.
James- They’re not that complicated.
Sirius- Unless you want to get into all those five million ways to foul they have.
Remus- But then Harry’d be about five years late for Quidditch practice, so I don’t think he plans on doing that.
"They're called
Bludgers. There are two Beaters on each team who carry clubs to beat the
Bludgers away from their side. Fred and George Weasley are the Gryffindor
Beaters."
Sirius- I’m a Beater! Go me!
"And what are the other
balls for?" Colin asked, tripping down a couple of steps because he was
gazing open-mouthed at Harry.
Sirius- Wish he’d trip down all of the steps instead of just a couple.
Remus- And break his neck in the process?
Sirius- Yes.
"Well, the Quaffle—that's
the biggish red one—is the one that scores goals. Three Chasers
James/Remus- ::stand up and bow::
Lily/Peter- ::roll their eyes::
on each team
throw the Quaffle to each other and try and get it through the goal posts at
the end of the pitch—they're three long poles with hoops on the end."
"And the fourth ball—"
"—is the Golden
Snitch," said Harry, "and it's very small, very fast, and difficult
to catch. But that's what the Seeker's got to do, because a game of Quidditch
doesn't end until the Snitch has been caught. And whichever team's Seeker gets
the Snitch earns his team an extra hundred and fifty points."
Sirius- And usually wins.
"And you're the
Gryffindor Seeker, aren't you?" said Colin in awe.
"Yes," said Harry as
they left the castle and started across the dew-drenched grass. "And
there's the Keeper, too. He guards the goal posts. That's it, really."
James- See? Not complicated at all.
But Colin didn't stop
questioning Harry all the way down the sloping lawns to the Quidditch field,
and Harry only shook him off when he reached the changing rooms; Colin called
after him in a piping voice, "I'll go and get a good seat, Harry!"
and hurried off to the stands.
The rest of the Gryffindor team
were already in the changing room. Wood was the only person who looked truly
awake. Fred and George Weasley were sitting, puffy-eyed and tousle-haired, next
to fourth year Alicia Spinnet, who seemed to be nodding off against the wall
behind her. Her fellow Chasers, Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson, were yawning side
by side opposite them.
"There you are, Harry, what
kept you?" said Wood briskly. "Now, I wanted a quick talk with you
all before we actually get onto the field, because I spent the summer devising
a whole new training program, which I really think will make all the difference….”
Wood was holding up a large
diagram of a Quidditch field, on which were drawn many lines, arrows, and
crosses in different-colored inks. He took out his wand, tapped the board, and
the arrows began to wiggle over the diagram like caterpillars. As Wood launched
into a speech about his new tactics, Fred Weasley's head drooped right onto
Alicia Spinnet's shoulder and he began to snore.
The first board took nearly
twenty minutes to explain, but there was another board under that, and a third
under that one.
Sirius- And I thought me and James were obsessed.
James- Really.
Harry sank into a
stupor as Wood droned on and on.
"So," said Wood, at
long last, jerking Harry from a wistful fantasy about what he could be eating
for breakfast at this very moment up at the castle.
Sirius- Pancakes!
Others- …
Sirius- Pancakes are good. I like pancakes. Destiny’s mum cooks good pancakes—the Muggle way.
Lily- And this has what to do with the book?
Sirius- Absolutely nothing, why do you think I mentioned it?
Lily- …
Others- ::snicker::
"Is that
clear? Any questions?"
"I've got a question,
Oliver," said George, who had woken with a start. "Why couldn't you
have told us all this yesterday when we were awake?"
Remus- Good question.
Wood wasn't pleased.
"Now, listen here, you
lot," he said, glowering at them all. "We should have won the
Quidditch cup last year. We're easily the best team. But unfortunately—owing to
circumstances beyond our control—"
Harry- Including me being unconscious.
James- That really sucked.
Harry shifted guiltily in his
seat. He had been unconscious in the hospital wing for the final match of the
previous year, meaning that Gryffindor had been a player short and had suffered
their worst defeat in three hundred years.
Wood took a moment to regain
control of himself. Their last defeat was clearly still torturing him.
"So this year, we train
harder than ever before…. Okay, let's go and put our new theories into
practice!"
Peter- Not that anybody knows what they are or anything.
Wood shouted,
seizing his broomstick and leading the way out of the locker rooms. Stiff-legged
and still yawning, his team followed.
They had been in the locker room
so long that the sun was up completely now, although remnants of mist hung over
the grass in the stadium. As Harry walked onto the field, he saw Ron and
Hermione sitting in the stands.
"Aren't you finished
yet?" called Ron incredulously.
Remus- Obviously not.
"Haven't even
started," said Harry, looking jealously at the toast and marmalade Ron and
Hermione had brought out of the Great Hall. "Wood's been teaching us new
moves."
He mounted his broomstick and
kicked at the ground, soaring up into the air. The cool morning air whipped his
face, waking him far more effectively than Wood's long talk.
James- I like flying. Flying rules.
Sirius/Harry- Yeah….
Others- …
It felt wonderful
to be back on the Quidditch field. He soared right around the stadium at full
speed, racing Fred and George.
James- And winning of course.
"What's that funny clicking
noise?" called Fred as they hurtled around the corner.
Remus- A camera.
Harry looked into the stands.
Colin was sitting in one of the highest seats, his camera raised, taking
picture after picture,
Sirius- Of Harry.
the sound
strangely magnified in the deserted stadium.
"Look this way, Harry! This
way!" he cried shrilly.
"Who's that?" said
Fred.
"No idea," Harry lied,
putting on a spurt of speed that took him as far away as possible from Colin.
"What's going on?"
said Wood, frowning, as he skimmed through the air toward them. "Why's
that first year taking pictures? I don't like it. He could be a Slytherin spy,
trying to find out about our new training program."
"He's in Gryffindor,"
said Harry quickly.
"And the Slytherins don't
need a spy, Oliver," said George.
"What makes you say
that?" said Wood testily.
"Because they're here in
person," said George, pointing.
Several people in green robes
were walking onto the field, broomsticks in their hands.
Sirius/James/Remus- ::glare::
"I don't believe it!"
Wood hissed in outrage. "I booked the field for today! We'll see about
this!"
Wood shot toward the ground,
landing rather harder than he meant to in his anger, staggering slightly as he dismounted.
Harry, Fred, and George followed.
"Flint!" Wood bellowed
at the Slytherin Captain. "This is our practice time! We got up specially!
You can clear off now!"
Sirius- ::growls:: Yeah, we don’t want to see your ugly mugs.
Marcus Flint was even larger
than Wood. He had a look of trollish
James- He probably is part troll.
cunning
Remus- Impossible.
James- Trolls are too stupid to be cunning.
Harry- And so is he.
on his face as he
replied, "Plenty of room for all of us, Wood."
Angelina, Alicia, and Katie had
come over, too. There were no girls on the Slytherin team,
Lily- ::rolls eyes:: Go figure.
Harry- Are there any girls on the Gryffindor team?
James- Two. A chaser and the Seeker. Actually, I think Molly’s younger sister is the Seeker.
Harry- Mrs. Weasley has a younger sister?
James- Yeah, didn’t you know?
Harry- Nope.
James- Oh. ::shrugs::
who stood
shoulder to shoulder, facing the Gryffindors, leering to a man.
"But I booked the
field!" said Wood, positively spitting with rage. "I booked it!"
"Ah," said Flint.
"But I've got a specially signed note here from Professor Snape. ‘I,
Professor S. Snape, give the Slytherin team permission to practice today on the
Quidditch field owing to the need to train their new Seeker.’”
James- New Seeker? Who?
Sirius/Remus- Malfoy.
Harry- ::nods::
"You've got a new
Seeker?" said Wood, distracted. "Where?"
And from behind the six large figures before them came a seventh, smaller boy, smirking all over his pale, pointed face. It was Draco Malfoy.
Sirius- No, really?
"Aren't you Lucius Malfoy's
son?"
Sirius- ::growls:: Unfortunately.
said Fred,
looking at Malfoy with dislike.
"Funny you should mention
Draco's father,"
James- He just jumped off a cliff, and died. Aren’t you all just so happy?
Harry- Don’t we wish?
said Flint as the
whole Slytherin team smiled still more broadly. "Let me show you the generous
gift he's made to the Slytherin team."
Sirius- Nimbus Two Thousands.
Harry- No.
Sirius- Then what?
Harry- You’ll see.
All seven of them held out their
broomsticks. Seven highly polished, brand-new handles and seven sets of fine
gold lettering spelling the words Nimbus Two Thousand and One
Sirius- Ah.
gleamed under the
Gryffindors' noses in the early morning sun.
"Very latest model. Only
came out last month," said Flint carelessly, flicking a speck of dust from
the end of his own. "I believe it outstrips the old Two Thousand series by
a considerable amount.
Remus- Doesn’t mean you’ll win, though.
James- Yeah, my son can beat you any day!
Sirius- Exactly!
As for the old
Cleansweeps"—he smiled nastily at Fred and George, who were both clutching
Cleansweep Fives—"sweeps the board with them."
Sirius- That would’ve been funny, had it been a good joke.
None of the Gryffindor team
could think of anything to say for a moment. Malfoy was smirking so broadly his
cold eyes were reduced to slits.
"Oh, look," said
Flint. "A field invasion."
Ron and Hermione were crossing
the grass to see what was going on.
"What's happening?"
Ron asked Harry. "Why aren't you playing? And what's he doing
here?"
Peter- Three guesses, Ron.
He was looking at Malfoy, taking
in his Slytherin Quidditch robes.
James- At least, that’s what Harry assumed.
Harry- Um, ew.
James- Exactly.
"I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley," said Malfoy, smugly. "Everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father's bought our team.”
Sirius- I want one.
James- Me too.
Remus- Me too.
Harry- I’d give all
of you one, if I had three of them.
James- Shame you
don’t.
Sirius- Yeah, I’d
like to see Snape’s face if we came with brooms that are better than any of the
Slytherins have, but no one’s heard of.
Ron gaped, open-mouthed, at the
seven superb broomsticks in front of him.
"Good, aren't they?"
said Malfoy smoothly. "But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to
raise some gold and get new brooms, too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep
Fives; I expect a museum would bid for them."
The Slytherin team howled with
laughter.
"At least no one on the
Gryffindor team had to buy their way in," said Hermione sharply.
"They got in on pure talent."
James/Sirius/Remus- Exactly.
The smug look on Malfoy's face flickered.
"No one asked your opinion,
you fiIthy little Mudblood,"
All
but Harry- What?
Sirius- Why that little… ::growls and glares at the book::
Everyone else- ::glare at the book as well::
he spat.
Harry knew at once that Malfoy
had said something really bad because there was an instant uproar at his words.
James- You didn’t know what it was?
Harry- No. And neither did Hermione, for that matter.
Flint had to dive
in front of Malfoy to stop Fred and George
Remus- Stupid Flint….
jumping on him,
Alicia shrieked, "How dare you!", and Ron plunged his hand into his
robes, pulled out his wand, yelling, "You'll pay for that one,
Malfoy!" and pointed it furiously under Flint's arm at Malfoy’s face.
A loud bang echoed around the
stadium and a jet of green light shot out of the wrong end of Ron's wand,
hitting him in the stomach and sending him reeling backward onto the grass.
Sirius- DAMN!
"Ron! Ron! Are you all
right?" squealed Hermione.
Ron opened his mouth to speak,
but no words came out. Instead he gave an almighty belch and several slugs
dribbled out of his mouth onto his lap.
Lily/Peter- Ew….
James- Ugh… Not that spell.
Sirius- Gross….
The Slytherin team were
paralyzed with laughter. Flint was doubled up, hanging onto his new broomstick
for support.
Sirius- Hope it broke.
Malfoy was on all
fours, banging the ground with his fist.
Sirius- Hope his fist broke, too.
The Gryffindors
were gathered around Ron, who kept belching large, glistening slugs. Nobody
seemed to want to touch him.
"We'd better get him to
Hagrid's, it's nearest," said Harry to Hermione, who nodded bravely, and
the pair of them pulled Ron up by the arms.
"What happened, Harry? What
happened? Is he ill? But you can cure him, can't you?" Colin had run down
from his seat and was now dancing alongside them as they left the field. Ron
gave a huge heave and more slugs dribbled down his front.
"Oooh," said Colin,
fascinated and raising his camera. "Can you hold him still, Harry?"
Remus- Ugh…. Can we kill him?
Sirius- Please?
Harry- No. We’re stuck back in this time, remember.
James- Maybe my time hole works backwards.
Lily- No, they only work one way.
James- …Damn.
"Get out of the way,
Colin!" said Harry angrily. He and Hermione supported Ron out of the
stadium and across the grounds toward the edge of the forest.
"Nearly there, Ron,"
said Hermione as the gamekeeper's cabin came into view. "You'll be all
right in a minute—almost there—"
They were within twenty feet of
Hagrid's house when the front door opened, but it wasn't Hagrid who emerged.
Gilderoy Lockhart, wearing robes of palest mauve
James- What color is mauve?
Sirius- A purplish color.
James- …Oh.
today, came
striding out.
"Quick, behind here,"
Harry hissed, dragging Ron behind a nearby bush. Hermione followed, somewhat
reluctantly.
Boys- ::snicker::
"It's a simple matter if
you know what you're doing!" Lockhart was saying loudly to Hagrid.
"If you need help, you know where I am! I'll let you have a copy of my
book. I'm surprised you haven't already got one—I'll sign one tonight and send
it over. Well, good-bye!" And he strode away toward the castle.
Remus- Thank God.
Sirius/James- You called?
Remus- Arg! No!
Sirius/James- ::snicker::
Harry waited until Lockhart was
out of sight, then pulled Ron out of the bush and up to Hagrid's front door.
They knocked urgently.
Hagrid appeared at once, looking
very grumpy, but his expression brightened when he saw who it was.
"Bin wonderin' when you'd
come ter see me—come in, come in—thought you mighta bin Professor Lockhart back
again—"
Harry and Hermione supported Ron
over the threshold into the one-roomed cabin, which had an enormous bed in one
corner, a fire crackling merrily in the other. Hagrid didn't seem perturbed by
Ron's slug problem, which Harry hastily explained as he lowered Ron into a
chair.
"Better out than in,"
Peter- That’s for sure.
he said
cheerfully, plunking a large copper basin in front of him. "Get 'em all
up, Ron."
"I don't think there's
anything to do except wait for it to stop," said Hermione anxiously,
watching Ron bend over the basin. "That's a difficult curse to work at the
best of times, but with a broken wand—"
Hagrid was bustling around making them tea. His boarhound, Fang, was slobbering over Harry.
"What did Lockhart want
with you, Hagrid?" Harry asked, scratching Fang's ears.
"Givin' me advice on
gettin' kelpies out of a well," growled Hagrid, moving a half-plucked
rooster off his scrubbed table and setting down the teapot. "Like I don'
know. An' bangin' on about some banshee he banished. If one word of it was
true, I'll eat my kettle."
Sirius/James/Remus- Me too!
Lily/Peter- ::stare at them like they’re insane.
Sirius/James/Remus- What?
Lily- Great, just what we need. Instead of the idiot twins, we’ve got the idiot triplets.
Peter- ::sighs dramatically:: I knew you dating Sirius was a bad idea, Rem. He’s rubbing off on you now.
Sirius- ::glares at Peter::
Others- ::snicker::
It was most unlike Hagrid to
criticize a Hogwarts' teacher, and Harry looked at him in surprise. Hermione,
however, said in a voice somewhat higher than usual, "I think you're being
a bit unfair. Professor Dumbledore obviously thought he was the best man for
the job—"
Harry- He was the only person willing to take it.
Sirius- What about Remus? He said he’d take it.
Remus- Maybe I wasn’t that desperate for money yet. I’m not sure if I could stand teaching a bunch of classes of Slytherins.
Sirius- Good point.
"He was the on'y man
for the job," said Hagrid, offering them a plate of treacle fudge, while
Ron coughed squelchily
Remus- Is that even a word?
Sirius- Probably not. It is now, though.
into his basin.
"An' I mean the on'y one. Gettin' very difficult ter find anyone
fer the Dark Arts job. People aren't too keen ter take it on, see. They're
startin' ter think it's jinxed. No one's lasted long fer a while now. So tell
me," said Hagrid, jerking his head at Ron. "Who was he tryin' ter
curse?"
"Malfoy called Hermione
something—it must've been really bad, because everyone went wild."
"It was bad,"
said Ron hoarsely, emerging over the tabletop looking pale and sweaty.
"Malfoy called her ‘Mudblood,’
All- ::growl::
Hagrid—"
Ron dived out of sight again as
a fresh wave of slugs made their appearance. Hagrid looked outraged.
"He didn't!" he
growled at Hermione.
"He did," she said.
"But I don't know what it means. I could tell it was really rude, of
course—"
Peter- Not a very hard thing to tell, though, was it?
"It's about the most
insulting thing he could think of," gasped Ron, coming back up.
"Mudblood's a really foul name for someone who is Muggle-born—you know,
non-magic parents. There are some wizards—like Malfoy's family—who think
they're better than everyone else because they're what people call pure-blood."
He gave a small burp, and a single slug fell into his outstretched hand. He
threw it into the basin and continued, "I mean, the rest of us know it
doesn't make any difference at all. Look at Neville Longbottom—he's pure-blood
and he can hardly stand a cauldron the right way up."
Sirius- And there isn’t a spell Hermione can’t do, either.
Harry- Exactly.
"An' they haven't invented
a spell our Hermione can' do," said Hagrid proudly, making Hermione go a
brilliant shade of magenta.
"It's a disgusting thing to
call someone," said Ron, wiping his sweaty brow with a shaking hand. "Dirty
blood, see. Common blood. It's ridiculous. Most wizards these days are
half-blood anyway. If we hadn't married Muggles we'd've died out."
Sirius- Really?
Remus- Really. It’s a proven fact.
Sirius- Since when?
Remus- Since it was mentioned by Ron in this book.
He retched and ducked out of
sight again.
"Well, I don' blame yeh fer
tryin' ter curse him, Ron," said Hagrid loudly over the thuds of more
slugs hitting the basin. "Bu' maybe it was a good thing yer wand
backfired. 'Spect Lucius Malfoy would've come marchin' up ter school if yeh'd
cursed his son. Least yer not in trouble."
James- Trouble doesn’t come much worse than burping up slugs.
Harry would have pointed out
that trouble didn't come much worse than having slugs pouring out of your
mouth,
Sirius- Hey, look, James! You and your son thought the same thing!
James- I noticed.
but he couldn't;
Hagrid's treacle fudge had cemented his jaws together.
"Harry," said Hagrid
abruptly as though struck by a sudden thought. "Gotta bone ter pick with
yeh. I've heard you've bin givin' out signed photos. How come I haven't got
one?"
Sirius- Because you’re not special enough.
Furious, Harry wrenched his
teeth apart.
"I have not been
giving out signed photos," he said hotly. "If Lockhart's still
spreading that around—"
But then he saw that Hagrid was
laughing.
"I'm on'y jokin'," he
said, patting Harry genially on the back and sending him face first into the
table.
All- ::wince::
Remus- Ow.
Harry- Exactly.
"I knew yeh
hadn't really. I told Lockhart yeh didn' need teh. Yer more famous than him
without tryin'."
James- Damn straight.
"Bet he didn't like
that," said Harry, sitting up and rubbing his chin.
"Don' think he did,"
said Hagrid, his eyes twinkling. "An' then I told him I’d never read one
o' his books an' he decided ter go. Treacle fudge, Ron?" he added as Ron
reappeared.
"No thanks," said Ron
weakly. "Better not risk it."
"Come an' see what I've bin
growin'," said Hagrid as Harry and Hermione finished the last of their
tea.
In the small vegetable patch
behind Hagrid's house were a dozen of the largest pumpkins Harry had ever seen.
Each was the size of a large boulder.
Sirius- Hmm… big pumpkins.
"Gettin' on well, aren't they?" said Hagrid happily. "Fer the Halloween feast…should be big enough by then."
"What've you been feeding
them?" said Harry.
Sirius- Small children.
Lily- Sirius!
Sirius- What?
Lily- ::rolls eyes::
Hagrid looked over his shoulder
to check that they were alone.
James- Which they were.
Remus- Unless, of course, someone else in the castle has an Invisibility Cloak.
Sirius- But you doubt that.
Remus- Yeah.
"Well, I've bin givin' them—you
know—a bit o' help—"
Harry noticed Hagrid's flowery
pink umbrella leaning against the back wall of the cabin. Harry had had reason
to believe before now that this umbrella was not all it looked; in fact, he had
the strong impression that Hagrid's old school wand was concealed inside it.
Hagrid wasn't supposed to use magic. He had been expelled from Hogwarts in his
third year, but Harry had never found out why—any mention of the matter and
Hagrid would clear his throat loudly and become mysteriously deaf until the subject
was changed.
Sirius- Does the same when we ask him.
"An Engorgement Charm, I
suppose?" said Hermione, halfway between disapproval and amusement.
"Well, you've done a good job on them."
"That's what yer little
sister said," said Hagrid, nodding at Ron. "Met her jus'
yesterday." Hagrid looked sideways at Harry, his beard twitching.
"Said she was jus' lookin' round the grounds, but I reckon she was hopin'
she might run inter someone else at my house." He winked at Harry.
"If yeh ask me, she wouldn' say no ter a signed—"
Sirius/James/Remus/Peter- ::snicker::
Harry- ::glares at them::
"Oh, shut up," said Harry.
Ron snorted with laughter and the ground was sprayed with slugs.
"Watch it!" Hagrid
roared, pulling Ron away from his precious pumpkins.
It was nearly lunchtime and as
Harry had only had one bit of treacle fudge since dawn, he was keen to go back
to school to eat. They said good-bye to Hagrid and walked back up to the
castle, Ron hiccoughing occasionally, but only bringing up two very small
slugs.
They had barely set foot in the
cool entrance hall when a voice rang out, "There you are, Potter—Weasley."
Professor McGonagall was walking toward them, looking stern. "You will
both do your detentions this evening."
Harry- Oh, yippee.
"What're we doing,
Professor?" said Ron, nervously suppressing a burp.
"You will be
polishing the silver in the trophy room with Mr. Filch," said Professor
McGonagall. "And no magic, Weasley—elbow grease."
Remus- Well, that sucks.
Sirius/James- Yeah.
Ron gulped. Argus Filch, the
caretaker, was loathed by every student in the school.
"And you, Potter, will be
helping Professor Lockhart answer his fan mail,"
All- ::groan::
Harry- I so don’t want to read this.
said Professor
McGonagall.
"Oh n—Professor, can't I go and do the trophy room, too?"
Sirius/James- ::snicker::
said Harry desperately.
"Certainly not," said
Professor McGonagall, raising her eyebrows. "Professor Lockhart requested
you particularly.
Remus- Well, duh.
Sirius- Haven’t you already said that today?
Remus- Well, duh.
Sirius- … ::smacks Remus::
Remus- Ow! ::rubs head and sticks tongue out at Sirius::
Sirius- Don’t stick that out at me unless you plan on using it, Rem.
Remus- ::grins:: Maybe I do plan on using it.
Sirius- ::grins back::
James- Uh…guys?
Remus/Sirius- Yes?
James- Later? Please?
Remus/Sirius- ::pout::
James- We don’t need to see that, guys. Wait till later. Besides, I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on the book with the two of you snogging the hell out of each other on my bed.
Sirius- You’re mean, James.
James- Thank you.
Sirius- ::pouts::
Eight o'clock
sharp, both of you."
Harry and Ron slouched into the
Great Hall in states of deepest gloom, Hermione behind them, wearing a well-you-did-break-school-rules
Lily- I was thinking that they more broke national rules.
Remus- Yeah.
sort of
expression. Harry didn't enjoy his shepherd's pie as much as he'd thought. Both
he and Ron felt they'd got the worse deal.
"Filch'll have me there all
night," said Ron heavily. "No magic! There must be about a hundred
cups in that room. I'm no good at Muggle cleaning."
Harry- ::grumbles:: I am.
"I'd swap anytime," said Harry hollowly. "I've had loads of practice with the Dursleys. Answering Lockhart's fan mail…he'll be a nightmare….”
Saturday afternoon seemed to
melt away, and in what seemed like no time, it was five minutes to eight, and
Harry was dragging his feet along the second-floor corridor to Lockhart's
office. He gritted his teeth and knocked.
The door flew open at once.
Lockhart beamed down at him.
"Ah, here's the
scalawag!"
Sirius- Scalawag? Who says scalawag?
Remus- Lockhart.
he said.
"Come in, Harry, come in—"
Shining brightly on the walls by the light of many candles were countless framed photographs of Lockhart. He had even signed a few of them.
Peter- And I thought Sirius’ ego was bad.
Another large
pile lay on his desk.
"You can address the
envelopes!" Lockhart told Harry, as though this was a huge treat.
"This first one's to Gladys Gudgeon, bless her—huge fan of mine—"
The minutes snailed
Remus- That is so not a word.
James- And we care, because?
Remus- We don’t. But isn’t it my job to say things like that?
James- Ah, right. Good point.
by. Harry let
Lockhart's voice wash over him, occasionally saying, "Mmm" and
"Right" and "Yeah." Now and then he caught a phrase like,
"Fame's a fickle friend, Harry," or "Celebrity is as celebrity
does, remember that."
Lily- Yeah, Lockhart, remember that.
The candles burned lower and
lower, making the light dance over the many moving faces of Lockhart watching
him.
Sirius- I’m beginning to think he has a crush on Harry.
Harry- Ugh, Sirius! That’s gross!
Sirius- I know.
Harry- ::frowns and smacks Sirius::
Sirius- Ow!
Harry moved his
aching hand over what felt like the thousandth envelope, writing out Veronica
Smethley's address. It must be nearly time to leave, Harry thought
miserably, please let it be nearly time….
And then he heard something—something
quite apart from the spitting of the dying candles and Lockhart's prattle about
his fans.
It was a voice, a voice to chill
the bone marrow, a voice of breathtaking, ice-cold venom.
James- It’s Voldemort!
Peter- ::flinches::
Sirius- Everyone, run for your lives!
Harry- Oh, shut up you two, it isn’t Voldemort.
Peter- ::flinches::
James/Sirius- ::pouts::
Sirius- Ruin our fun, will you?
"Come…come to me…. Let me rip you…. Let me tear you…. Let me kill you…."
James-
(as Harry) Uh…. No, I don’t think I will, thanks.
Harry gave a huge jump and a
large lilac blot appeared on Veronica Smethley's street.
"What?" he said
loudly.
"I know!" said
Lockhart. "Six solid months at the top of the best-seller list! Broke all
records!"
Sirius- Why would he care about that?
"No," said Harry
frantically. "That voice!"
"Sorry?" said
Lockhart, looking puzzled. "What voice?"
Sirius- The one you can’t hear, dipshit.
James- Dipshit?
Sirius- Uh…. Picked that up off Des, sorry.
"That—that voice that said—didn't
you hear it?"
Remus- (dryly) Apparently not.
Lockhart was looking at Harry in
high astonishment.
Sirius- Why not low astonishment?
Remus- Because that’s a bad joke.
"What are you
talking about, Harry? Perhaps you're getting a little drowsy? Great Scott—look
at the time! We've been here nearly four hours! I’d never have believed it—the
time's flown, hasn't it?"
Harry didn't answer. He was
straining his ears to hear the voice again, but there was no sound now except
for Lockhart telling him he mustn't expect a treat like this every time he got
detention.
Peter- That’s a treat?
Feeling dazed,
Harry left.
It was so late that the
Gryffindor common room was almost empty. Harry went straight up to the
dormitory. Ron wasn't back yet. Harry pulled on his pajamas, got into bed, and
waited. Half an hour later, Ron arrived, nursing his right arm and bringing a
strong smell of polish into the darkened room.
Lily- Polish is a rather hard smell to get rid of.
"My muscles have all seized up," he groaned, sinking on his bed. "Fourteen times he made me buff up that Quidditch cup before he was satisfied. And then I had another slug attack all over a Special Award for Services to the School. Took ages to get the slime off… How was it with Lockhart?"
Harry- Horrible,
how else?
Keeping his voice low so as not
to wake Neville, Dean, and Seamus, Harry told Ron exactly what he had heard.
"And Lockhart said he
couldn't hear it?" said Ron. Harry could see him frowning in the
moonlight. "D'you think he was lying? But I don't get it—even someone
invisible would've had to open the door."
James- Unless they had already been in there.
"I know," said Harry,
lying back in his four-poster and staring at the canopy above him. "I
don't get it either."
Remus- Me neither.
Sirius- Me neither.
James- Me neither.
Peter- Me neither.
Lily- …I hate to say it, but me neither.
Harry- I do, considering I’ve already lived through it.
James- Good point.
Sirius- So what is it?
Harry- I’m not telling, it’ll ruin the rest of the book.
Sirius- Damn.
Remus- Yeah, damn. Now, James, get back to reading.
James- What’s the magic word?
Remus- Please.
James- Okie dokie.
Lily- Okie dokie?
James- Don’t ask.
Sirius- I think she just did.
James- Shut up, Sirius.
Sirius- Why?
James- So I can get back to reading, of course!
Sirius- Oh.
Remus- Well, duh.
Others- …
James- Anyway….