TO clarify for those who seem to not get it:
Each houe appoints 2-3 judges to score each house from the opposing sides. One story for each judge and they personally score it out of fifty and submitt it to ME or AD from each houses single judges and and we will add the scores for a total out of 150 and divide that by 3 for an average score out of 50.
I think its good...just judge like you normally do (based on the rubric we have its pretty much up to the houses how many judges you have) send it to RTO and Rogue when your done...thats simple...shesh people calm down...I think it might not be confusion in the begining but something happens that one person doesnt like then theres a big fight and that leads to confusion...now Im done my words of wisdom for the night
SLYTHERIN'S ENTRY:
October 24th, Vanishing Cabinet, 7th floor corridor, 10:59 AM
“Ouch! Get off my back!”
“Sorry Raven!!!”
“SHUT UP both of you! Raven! A.D.! They’ll hear us!”
“Awww stop being paranoid LS!” laughed Raventheonly.
“FINE. If WE’RE caught, its YOUR ASS I’m blaming this on.” LadySlytherin howled.
“Shh…I think I hear someone coming,” whispered A.D.
The three friends were hiding in the vanishing cabinet on the seventh floor, a couple corridors away from the Gryffindor common room. Unfortunately, they had to jump in the cabinet quickly since Filch was round the corner, and each had been forced into a very uncomfortable position.
“Raven…you’re closest to the doors. Can you see anything through the crack?” A.D. inquired.
“Yeah…but, I don’t see…” Raven was cut off by a loud—
“HELLO! Loony Lady, Raven the Nutter and A.D. the—“
“Oh, shut your face Peeves! And keep quiet!” hissed LS. Well, that did not go very well. Peeves never takes to orders well. After one loud raspberry blow, Peeves floated back through the wall.
“Way to keep a lookout, you prat.” A.D. scowled. He shoved his face in front of the crack between the double cabinet doors. “They’ve left they’re common room…I can see them heading down the stairs! But I didn’t see the map in any hands though. The coast is clear.”
The cabinet rocked back and forth a couple times, spitting out A.D., LS, and Raven into a heap on the corridor floor before vanishing.
“D’you think Unicor was telling us the truth?” Raven asked the other two.
“He better have,” said A.D. “Unless he wants to eat out of a tube for the rest of his life. I paid him 5 galleons for that information, mind.”
“Fascinating though your conversation IS...,” started LS. “Would you MIND getting OFF of me please?!”
“Oh! Right then. Sorry bout that.” Raven apologized.
“Never mind,” LS continued. “Okay, so who was it that Unicor said had Map Protecting Duty this week? Tassie was it?”
“Yeah. Raven Guardia said she’d seen a piece of parchment sticking out of Tassie’s pocket in Double Potions last Tuesday. But it could’ve been just spare parchment couldn’t it? Unicor might be playing us all wouldn’t he? What d’you think A.D…uh…A.D??” Raven and LS turned around. A.D. was stiff as a board, an extremely asinine look on his face?
“Tassie?! TASSIE?! The Head Girl from Gryffindor Tassie?” he ejaculated, the inane look still mounted on his face.
“Awww don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet just because she’s a stupid head girl,” said LS exasperatedly. A.D. made a sound between a cough and a grunt; a deep crimson blush started creeping up his face.
“Are you taking the mickey?!” Raven asked uncertainly.
“Oh don’t tell me. Raven you can’t be that thick.” LS scoffed. A look of dawning comprehension spread across Raven’s face.
“You…you mean…he fancies her?!” he exclaimed.
“Oh, very good ten points to you. Now if you don’t mind, I think we better get back to the entrance hall and see if Lady Grim and Raven Guardia have spoken with Binge and Saber yet.
They headed downstairs quietly. Gryffindor were heading out of the castle, which meant they were due in Care of Magical Creatures next. The threesome trucked down the last of the marble staircase, and cautiously out the castle doors. They spotted Laveria and Raven Guardia hiding behind a stone gargoyle.
“Oy, did you see it?” A.D. inquired?
“Yep,” Laveria said triumphantly. “Same ruddy old piece of parchment sticking out of Tassie’s left pocket. Doesn’t she realize how easy it would be to nick something sticking out like that? I mean, honestly.” Raven Guardia nodded her head fervently in agreement.
“Probably too busy talking to Rogggguuuuuueeeeee to notice anything else!” she giggled.
“Wha…ROGUE? But…wh….how…” A.D. started depressedly, alligator tears streaming down his face.
“Oh give it up mate,” said Raven. “She’s out of your league. Plus, she’s told you off 17 times in the past week. Gryffindors and Slytherins don’t get along very well you know that. Stop blubbering!!!” A.D. desisted, still looking poignant.
“BACK on topic. The plan’s still on? Halloween feast right? We’ll develop the plan entirely the night before just to make things clearer.” LS said matter-of-factly.
Just then, they heard a loud hem, hem. Wheeling around, they came face to face with RebelPhoenix, the Gryffindor prefect.
“Skiving off lessons are we?” she said coolly. “Twenty points from Gryffindor. Now get back into that castle and up to History of Magic before I take away fifty,” she snarled. Glaring daggers at her, they all trekked their way back into the castle.
LS was seething. “Miserable lousy old g—.“ Before she finished her sentence, she collided headlong into someone else, and fell backwards. “WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING NE—“
“Damn LS…” It was hobbit, from Hufflepuff. “Wutcha have, bricks in your bag?” He got to his feet, still rubbing his head. Once the rest of the group saw who it was, they tensed. Hobbit was the Hufflepuff quidditch captain, and had never been liked very much by the Slytherins ever since the match when he’d hit a bludger at LS, which then hit Binga, breaking LS’s arm and giving Binga a concussion, which left only one chaser on the Slytherin team. The substitutes the team had to use were dreadful, and everyone blamed hobbit for what happened. Not many people from the other houses cared though. Auror and angel (and many other people) thought he was “handsome.”
LS was still on the ground, her eyes cold and hard. “Even bricks wouldn’t hurt that thick head of yours.” She spat. Hobbit looked taken aback for a split second, then broke out chuckling.
“Not still sour about that quidditch game are you? C’mon you know I would never hit you on purpose.” He said with a wink. LS flushed, and hobbit offered his hand to help her up just as LS regained her composure.
“Get stuffed,” she snarled, taking Lady Grim and Raven Guardia’s hands as they helped her up, both of them looking at hobbit as though he was a pile of stinksap. Hobbit shrugged it off however.
“Suit yourself,” he said, and walked away. Raven Guardia took out her wand
“I can still get him from here!” she hissed. Raven walked over to her and pushed her arm down.
“C’mon babe, he’s not worth it.” Raven put his arm around Raven Guardia and led the rest of the group back to the common room.
October 30th, Slytherin Common Room, 11:43 PM
“I gathered all the people that were interested.” LS told A.D. More people had showed up then they thought. Naturally there was A.D., Raven, Raven Guardia, Lady Grim and LS, but Laveria, Shaber, Binga and Sauron had showed up too.
Sauron was the first to speak. “D’you really think we’re going to make gold out of this?” he said excitedly. Binga “tut”ted and smacked Sauron upside the head.
“Always thinking about gold don’t you?” she sneered.
“Shut up guys!” Raven Guardia started. “Now, let’s go through the plan again. It’s early in the year, so it’s not like the Head Girl news will be old enough to use yet. So Laveria, Binga and I head over to the Gryffindor table…we do our thing. Shaber will be waiting by the door and will signal LS and Lady Grim to go down the aisle over to Uni; LS you’re still on good terms with him right?”
“More or less,” she shrugged. “He gave me a free annual drink pass to the café when I gave him some of Georgina’s cookies so I’m doing something right.”
“Excellent. Okay now while LS asks Uni for whatever food is there they can borrow to bring over…Lady Grim, this HAS to be done fast. Tassie’s not stupid but that doesn’t mean she cant feel something being pulled away from her.” Raven Guardia looked up at Lady Grim, who was smiling and holding something up.
“Please,” she said grinning, holding up Raven Guardia’s wand. “Didn’t feel me take this down in the entrance hall did you?”
“Very funny. Back to the plan…Raven you said you were going to lend Lady Grim that belt so she can hide it fast right?”
“She already has it.” Raven said. “Don’t forget I’m supposed to wait by the finish point while Sauron distracts Hagrid after I’m ‘done eating.’”
“Good, good.” Raven Guardia continued. “And you remember where you’re keeping a lookout A.D.?”
“Yesss I know. Send orange sparks up if someone’s found out we’re out of bed. That Invisibility Cloak I nicked from Maikah isn’t an Invisibility Marquee you know…it won’t cover all of you.”
“RED sparks A.D. RED…” LS said exasperatedly.
“Red, orange, pink, green, same thing!” said A.D. shrugging it off. Binga stepped so close to him that their noses were almost touching.
“If you screw this up for us A.D., I will curse you into oblivion, and you KNOW I am the best in our year in charms. Don’t—“ she said poking him.
“—mess—“ another poke.
“—this—*poke*—up—okay?” she smiled oversweetly, giving him too small slaps on the side of the face.
“Come off it.” A.D. said apathetically.
“Okay,” Raven started. “Everyone knows what they must do. Rendezvous tomorrow at the feast. You know what will happen if everything goes according to plan…” she finished mischievously. At that note, they all headed upstairs, and went to bed, eagerly awaiting the holiday feast.
October 31st, 6:30PM, Entrance Hall
The plan would be put into action in another half an hour. Raven, RavenGuardia, LadySlytherin, a mopey Sauron, and Binga were waiting in the entrance hall for most of the group to come down under the invisibility cloak. Everything had gone according to plan earlier that day…well, almost. Sauron had sat on a flobberworm crate in Care of Magical Creatures, but, naturally, the crate was not stable and Sauron crashed through it, killing all of the flobberworms. Hagrid was enraged (you know how he gets about his beloved MONSTERS) and sentences Sauron to detention during the feast. This was good news (“EXCUSE ME?! Good news? You’re not the one who has to fertilize the plants using dragon dung!!!”), considering Sauron was supposed to find a way to keep Hagrid distracted during the feast anyway.
“He wouldn’t want to take his eyes off of you,” explained LS. “He’ll be too damn afraid you’ll ruin his cabbages. Remember in our second year? When the flesh eating slugs were ruining the school cabbages? He was in a right state. I don’t think he’ll keep his eyes off you during detention.”
“Great…absolutely spiffing,” grumbled Sauron. “You lot get to eat pumpkin pie and treacle tarts, and ill be shelving dragon dung. That’s just perfect…”
“You won’t be complaining one we get a fat payoff now will you?” Binga hissed. “That’s all you were talking about in the common room so keep your big fat mouth shut.”
Just then, Raven fell forward onto the marble floor with a loud SMACK. Funny thing was, there was nothing behind him.
“You’re late,” whispered RavenGuardia. “Who all’s here?”
“It’s A.D. LadyGrim, Laveria and Shaber are here too. Mind you it was difficult getting up here without being seen! Four people under one cloak, I tell you…”
“Sauron,” Raven interjected checking his watch. “Time for your detention.”
“Okay, quick review: Sauron, you MUST NOT LET HAGRID SEE THE DOORS TO THE SCHOOL OPEN EITHER TIME! Raven walking alone on the grounds during a feast will look suspicious. The second time, he will not be able to see anyone, and the doors opening by themselves…well that could cause some tricky questions. Okay, Shaber, you’re staying by the entrance to the door. Alert Raven when you are done eating so you two may go out together. Where are you going to stash the cloak? After you’re done eating, tap LS and Lady Grim on the shoulder to let them know you’re going. At that time, LS and Lady Grim, you MUST KEEP WATCH ON SHABER!!! This is important. Laveria, Binga and I will head over the same time Shaber and Raven get up to go out into the hall. At this point, Raven will wait out by the finish point. Oh and ladies, it will be difficult to see around the Ravenclaw table to the Gryffindor one, so watch Shaber closely. Shaber you MUST be careful! While we sneer at Tassie, and the signal is given, LS and Lady Grim, you go around the Ravenclaw table (entrance-side) and towards Uni. He always sits a couple seats down from Tassie. So Lady G, you do your thing, and LS just ask Uni for the pumpkin pie or something, it will probably be time for dessert when Shaber is done eating. Alright, the feast is over, we have the map, people are in position; AD waits by the double doors under the invisibility cloak. Sauron will come in after the detention, right after the feast, which will allow Binga, LS, Laveria and myself (under the cloak) to head out towards Raven. A.D. will be hiding in the gargoyle’s shadow so he will not be seen. Raven is going to stay behind Hagrid’s hut, and if AD sends sparks up, Raven will and we GET OUT of there. Okay? Alright guys I know we can do it. Lets go…”
The plan went on without a hitch. Shaber and Raven left after the main course, and Hagrid did not come barging into the feast holding Raven by the arms which meant he had not been caught. Binga, Laveria and Raven Guardia were doing a good job poking fun at Tassie (“Only prats become prefects and heads you know.” “Watch your step Tass…you authority seeking people always end up attracting CURSES…” “I wouldn’t want to end up a white ferret, would you?”) as far as Shaber could tell. Once Tassie became beet red, he signaled Lady Grim and LS. They walked around the Ravenclaw table towards Uni. When they passed the other 3 girls, they went back to their table (5 Slytherins at another house table would look suspicious). LS made small talk with Uni for a little while, and asked if he still needed the pumpkin pie, and took it back to the table.
“What gives?” LS whispered harshly to Lady Grim as they walked back to their table, pie carefully in tow. “Why didn’t you take it?!”
“LS stop your blabbering,” shot Lady Grim, but she was grinning broadly. “You underestimate me.” She unfolded her arms and LS saw, tucked underneath the belt, the piece of parchment.
After the feast, when AD was in position and Sauron had entered the double doors after the detention (almost knocking out AD with the smell he brought along with him), the four girls started out towards the grounds. They brushed Raven who gave a nod of understanding, and set off into the forest. The Gryffindors had apparently been developing some kind of weapon…members of the Inquisitorial Squad had eavesdropped into Hermione’s confession into that Umbridge woman’s office.
“Okay, cloak off,” said LS. The girls heaved the cloak off as Lady Grim pulled out the parchment.
“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” Things began to appear on the map; rooms, words, PEOPLE. “BLIMEY…I didn’t know this map would be this useful. I thought it just helped the Gryffindors sneak around into Hogsmeade and whatnot…but…wow…” Lady Grim was positively astonished.
They scanned the map, and saw four little dots labeled in the Forbidden Forest as ‘Lady Grim,’ ‘LadySlytherin,’ ‘BingaBonga,’ and ‘RavenGuardia.’
“So that’s what LS stands for!” Binga ejaculated, comprehension on her face.
“Blimey…bit slow aren’t you?” said Laveria amusedly. Suddenly, as though the look had been snatched off her face, the amused look turned into an utterly bewildered one. “I SEE IT! THERE IT IS!”
She was pointing to a red X on the map labeled “weapon.” The girls half-ran excitedly down the path through the woods as it was shown on the map, till they stopped, faces set in stone.
“What in the ruddy hell IS that?!” LS said softly.
“THIS is the good thing about being half muggle,” started Laveria, a hungry look in her eyes. “Didn’t think Slytherin accepted half and halfs but...wow I haven’t seen one of these since my father was still in the army (“muggle militia,” she said at the blank look on the other’s faces.).”
“Can you work it? Is it dangerous?” said Lady Grim tentatively.
“Only in the wrong hands…” Laveria said deviously. “Oh I know how to work it alright…”
November 1st, 12:15AM, Seventh Floor Corridor, Secret Passage into Hogsmeade as Shown on the Map
It took all 8 (YES 8…they forced Sauron to stay behind by the Witch’s hump (under the cloak of course) to keep a look out.
“What am I supposed to do if someone goes in after you or suspects something?” Sauron started.
“Curse the bloody hell out of them or send a sparkler through the tunnel so it reaches us! Stop complaining!” hissed Raven Guardia.
They had gone down the spacious tunnel (well ok…it wasn’t spacious before, but LS blew the hell out of it so the weapon would fit through 😉 ) for a good three-quarters of an hour when the path started to rise. Half an hour later, AD, Binga, LS, Raven, RavenGuardia, Shaber, Laveria and Lady Grim had all gotten up out of the trap door, and found themselves in HoneyDuke’s cellar. Laveria had to cast a spell on the weapon (“REDUCIO!”) and had pocketed it until it was needed much later. They all blessed the dust on the floor for muffling their footsteps as they crept up the stairs and entered the shop. Laveria returned the weapon back to its original state (thank god it didn’t break the rooftop) and shoved all the candy from the store (from the first lemondrop to the last fizzing whizbee) into it. Laveria once again reduced the weapon and pocketed it. They went back down the stairs excitedly, back through the passage, lapsing into silent victorious giggles, and back out to the entrance.
“Sauron…OY! SAURON! Is it clear?” asked LS tentatively.
“Zzzz…oh what? Uh yea! Come out!” they heard Sauron say from outside the passage.
“Thank god you were awake Sauron. I was beginning to think you weren’t keeping a go—” Raven broke off. He gazed, horror struck around the other side of the witches hump. The others followed his gaze apprehensively. It landed on Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore.
“Oh shit…” Binga whispered
“Shit indeed!” Dumbledore said looking his usual joyful self! “I’m sorry but for breaking the out of bed rule for the 3rd time for all of you…actually Ms. Slytherin…it think this is your 16th time?” LS flushed and they all looked at her bemusedly.
“I had good reason…” she started blushing furiously.
“None of which, I’m sure we’d like to know about,” said Dumbledore, still more cheerfully.
‘Jeez does this guy ever STOP smiling?’ Binga thought. ‘Kind of creepy..’
“Creepy indeed, Ms. Bonga!” Dumbledore interjected. Binga stared at him, her mouth open, gaping at Dumbledore.
“Now,” Dumbledore continued. “…as I was going to say, you all are facing suspension for about 2 weeks from Hogwarts as it—”
“Like HELL we’ll leave!!!” Laveria interrupted! She ran to the front of the group, took the weapon out of her pocket and said “ENGORGIO!” Laveria jumped to the top of it. “You like it Dumbledore?” she said scathingly. “It’s what we muggles call a TANK.” She aimed the automatic gatling gun at Dumbledore and fired.
“Oh good gracious me,” Dumbledore said cheerfully, and fell to the ground.
In the years following the dethroning of Albus Dumbledore as Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the group consisting of nine wonderful Slytherin students took over management of the school. Hogwarts was succeeded by all their offspring, and grew into an arms bearing, military vehicle driving, pure blooded school. Surprisingly, Hogwarts also thrived as the number one seller of candies in all of England. HoneyDukes in the all wizarding village of Hogsmeade was once the top seller in sweets, but one morning the owners denied customers any merchandise, CLAIMING there was none left in the store, and were featured in the Daily Prophet as “Money Grubbing Selfish Old Dingbats.” In the end, it was Hogwarts who generously took over as the top producer of sweets and goodies, and thrived that way for the next millennia.
The End
Ravenclaw:
“Hello. Come in you three, just up the stairs” said an elderly woman sitting in a throne with long flowing hair the color of snow. The woman had fair skin, pale blue eyes, and wore a long fluid pearly white dress that glowed with a beautiful radiance. “Ah, the Three have finally come to visit! Come now to my table!” the woman exclaimed, “I was beginning to wonder what had taken you.” “You knew we were coming?” asked Elondra. “Of course, child. I know everything! Sit down for some wine, lets have a chat! I am Inwe Nolatari, I am the Oracle,” the woman said. “So, you want to know how to save your friends?” inquired the Oracle. “Actually, the reason we came to you is about the Manticores in the passageway,” interrupted Angel. “Ah, yes…Thorondor, still longing to be free, I suspect” said the Oracle looking into a pensieve. “They told us that they were being kept here, and that they long only for their freedom,” said Elondra. “You would let those creepy creatures wonder free? They are so dangerous, and attack with no warning. The world is a much better place without them running-a-muck,” said the Oracle leaning her head back. The girls didn’t know what to do or say. The Oracle rose from her throne and glided effortlessly towards the table. “Here’s the problem, if that’s what you want to call it. I have two things I could do for you, but you may only choose one. Either free the Manticores from bondage, or I could teach you what to do to save your friends from pain,” said the Oracle pouring herself a goblet of wine. “Well isn’t it obvious?” Exa said to her sisters under her breath, “Neo and Blues and Miya and Tracy and Starshine. We have to help them, who cares about the Manticores?” “Exa, we told them we would ask for their freedom,” said Elondra. “Yes, but if it is a choice between them and our friends, I’m sorry, but screw the Manticores!” exclaimed Exa. “Let’s just think about this for a minute, we’re smart girls. The book told us that three with goodness in their hearts, not seeking information would find the truth to set someone free. We know that Thorondor and his brothers are held in some sort of bondage and need to be set free. The Muse told us that Thorondor would help us. Maybe what the book said has nothing to do with the people affected and we just have to help the Manticores. I think Thorondor would help us if we helped them,” deduced Angel. “You choose those smelly things over Tracy and Starshine?” asked Exa in disbelief. “I agree with Angel,” stated Elondra. “If we set the Thorondor and his brothers free we aren’t seeking intellect beyond our own. We’re helping someone be free,” she continued. “How can the Manticores help our friends?” asked Exa, her voice getting louder. “Have you come to a decision?” interrupted the Oracle. Angel and Elondra looked at each other and nodded, Exa reluctantly followed suite. “The Manticores ask to be freed,” said Elondra. “Interesting choice,” said the Oracle. “And all of you agree with this?” she inquired. Exa knew that the Oracle was referring to her. She stepped forward and told her of her initial reservations, but that she did agree that Thorondor and his brothers should be free. “It shall be done. Thorondor and his brothers are no longer rats in their cages as Alar so eloquently put it!” said the Oracle. “Go now, you three. I can do no more for you,” she said. The girls went back the way the came, through the man-hole.
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Thank you for freeing us. Here are the ingredients to save your friends. Give them to Sangle, he’ll know what to do with them. Then bring it to Inwe Nolatari.
~~Thorondor
The girls picked up the ingredients and left the passageway, walked through the halls, and down the stairs to Professor Sangle’s office. Professor Sangle looked at the items, the girls, and back to the items in disbelief. He then grabbed the ingredients and proceeded to make a simple potion. Ten minutes later it was finished, and the four of them walked back to The Muse. “That was quick!” exclaimed The Muse. They continued on to the drapery, pulled it back and entered the tunnel again. Professor Sangle transfigured a rock into a ladder so that they may enter the chamber of the Oracle. When they reached the room, the Oracle was sitting at the table, drinking from her goblet. “I suppose this is for you,” uttered Professor Sangle. He handed the Oracle the potion and she drank it. “Thank you very muchly,” she replied with a hic-cup. “Give me a minute or two,” the Oracle said. The Oracle stood up and started walking, beckoning for the others to follow. She walked straight to the Hospital Wing, bent down and kissed everyone’s foreheads and then began to sing the Hogwarts School Song. She did have the most awful voice. The bed-ridden students awoke from their painful sleep and were cured. Professor Dumbledore entered the room, proud of the Gibbous girls, and called for a celebration. The Great Hall was decorated in Ravenclaw’s colors, blue and bronze, and a great feast appeared on the tables. Exa, Elondra, and Angel Gibbous were awarded five hundred points each for their goodness of heart, making the House Cup a sure thing for Ravenclaw.
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The Curse of Ravenclaw
By: Tracy Garrett
Exa, Elondra, and Angel Gibbous ran through King Cross Station to Platform 9 3/4. They were the last ones to board the train before the scarlet steam billowed from atop the Hogwarts Express. The girls had long chestnut hair, porcelain skin, and vibrant blue eyes. Exa and Elondra are identical twins, confused by everyone except their younger sister, Angel. The three girls were not normal by any stretch of the word. For centuries, every woman in the Gibbous family had been a witch. They attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and grew to be Aurors for the Ministry of Magic. They married and had three daughters who were, in turn, witches. The girls had lost their mother to a wizard named Razul, who is a Death Eater linked directly to the Dark Lord himself. The generations of Gibbous girls have been beautiful, good, brave, and most impressively, devilishly clever. All three of the girls had always achieved top marks in their year and had a very promising future. The train ride on the Hogwarts Express seemed to drag on indefinitely. Exa, Elondra, and Angel were excited to see all of their friends from school, but nothing compared to the anticipation of meeting the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. The girls’ brilliance had placed them in the house of Rowena Ravenclaw at Hogwarts, but their most intimate desires were not to prove their intellectual prowess, but to learn as their mother had, to become Aurors. The sisters were sitting in a compartment along with their friends Neo Matrix, Starshine Zodiac, Miya Sparrow, Tracy Garrett and Blues Aphire. Neo, Miya and Blues are Ravenclaw sixth years and Starshine and Tracy are Angel’s best friends in the fifth year. The train ride was finally coming to an end as the crew of Ravenclaws could see Hogwarts Castle coming into view. After exiting the train, they were immediately greeted by Hagrid, the Care of Magical Creatures instructor. He was an odd man, gigantic by anyone’s standards, and considered to be an inept instructor—though he did know a thing or two about dangerous creatures.
Everyone gathered into the Great Hall, occasionally looking up at the magnificent enchanted ceiling. Professor McGonagall—head of Gryffindor House—pulled out a stool and placed the old Sorting Hat on top. It began to sing its song, but an unusually grave tone was emitted through the seams.
Welcome, welcome to the school,
Watch for ghosts and occasional ghoul.
Young first years sorted one by one,
To one house ‘till school is done.
Brave lions belong to Gryffindor,
Smart are some, but class a bore.
Selfish and pure go to Slytherin,
Pure by blood, only way to get in.
Good Hufflepuff will take the meek,
Fine and good and oh so sleek.
Finally the House of Ravenclaw,
Brawns and brains follow the law.
I offer a caution to all this year,
Frightening things will soon appear.
Students will start to get sick,
Crazy in the mind, it’s not a trick.
Those who value only the brain,
Will soon find themselves in a world of pain.
Careful, careful everyone,
No one is safe till this year is done.
The timid first years were sorted into their houses and then the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, rose to give his beginning of the year speech before the feast. He was a tall, thin man with a long silvery-grey beard and half-moon spectacles. “Everyone, I would like to introduce you to our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Orlando Sangel. He comes to us from the Ministry, and has volunteered to teach you for the upcoming year. I know you will join me in welcoming everyone coming to Hogwarts for their first time.” Dumbledore gave two claps of his hands and mountains of meats and puddings appeared on the five tables of the Hall. All of the Hogwarts ghosts came soaring into the Great Hall with an eerie glow radiating from them. The Mean Princess and Princess Rinoal, two ghosts in particular who liked to haunt the halls leading to the Ravenclaw common room, had always competed with each other over everything, even in their Hogwarts days, and now one hundred and fifty years after their deaths. They particularly liked to bicker over who had won the heart of the noble Lord Soth. The Heads of Houses went along their tables handing out class schedules. Hours passed as the students caught up with their friends from other houses and then it was time for them to retreat to their dormitories.
The first class for the fifth year Ravenclaws the next morning was Defense Against the Dark Arts with the Hufflepuffs. Angel, Tracy and Starshine met up with their friends Tassie Threadmaker and Nienna Nobline of Hufflepuff. Professor Sangel was nowhere to be seen. Angel commented how this was a horrible start to the year with another bad Dark Arts teacher. Just then, Professor Sangel walked into the room carrying all sorts of gold, swirling gadgets. He gently placed them on his desk, for all the good it did, for just as he let go the instruments started rolling around, crashing on the floor. Professor Sangel looked like a certifiable dunce. He was a thin man of average height with larger than normal ears and a long, thin, freckled nose. He had curly red hair and wide green eyes with an expression of perpetual curiosity as they darted from student to student. He pulled out a scroll, tapped it with his wand and began calling out names of the students in his class. “Jase Dooley, Shanie Fadalbum, Pip Foot—oh what an unfortunate name—Tracy Garrett, Raven Guardia, Karry Kitoky, Phoe Nix, Nienna Nobline, Twoo Tandanay, Tassie Threadmaker, Phoeni Xwing, Starshine Zodiac, and Hrrr…erm yes I guess that’s you. Is there anyone I forgot?” Angel raised her hand. “Yes, and what is your name?” Professor Sangel said without looking up from the scroll. “My name is Angel Gibbous,” she said in an irritated voice. “Gibbous?” repeated Professor Sangel. Angel said nothing, she just stared at Professor Sangel’s face which turned from a whimsical questioning look, to one of utter sadness. “Aurorchk Gibbous was your mother, correct? Yes, I knew her well. We worked together, her and I, as Aurors. She was the most clever woman I have ever had the opportunity to meet, she was never stumped that woman, always had an answer…” Professor Sangel’s voice matched his face. It was no secret that Aurorchk Gibbous died a hero trying to protect the famous Harry Potter fifteen years ago. With a twirl of his wand Professor Sangel lifted all the broken shards of the objects he had dropped and made them whole again, raising all of the Dark Art Detectors into the air, hovering.
“We will begin the year studying the tools Aurors use to detect Dark Magics. Then we will cover how to repel more advanced unwanted curses, followed by a quick survival crash course, handy in case someone tries to take over your mind and body,” said Professor Sangel with a chuckle. For the rest of the lesson Professor Sangel had to repeat things over and over until the Hufflepuffs finally understood. The Ravenclaws however, were starting to be bored with all the relentless repetition. Class finally ended and the Ravenclaws continued on to Transfiguration with the Gryffindors and then on to double Potions with Slytherin.
After a long day of class Angel returned to the Ravenclaw common room, told the portrait of the Cheeky Munkey and Crazy C the password (“zip-a-dee-doo-da”), and collapsed in a big blue velvet chair with fatigue. Soon after, Starshine, Tracy, Neo, Blues, Miya, Exa, and Elondra entered, cramming themselves on the oversized couch across from Angel. “What do you think of the new Dark Arts teacher?” asked Angel. “I think he’s going to be amazing!” exclaimed Tracy. “I never liked that class, I’d rather have double potions with the Slytherins five times a week! But now we have an actual teacher! You know he used to be an Auror, Exa and Elondra, maybe he can mentor you two. It’s too bad we have to have it with the Hufflepuffs, Angel. They are just so slow on the uptake, you know?” complained Starshine. The crew of Ravenclaws sat in the common room talking and doing homework for hours before filing off to their rooms after midnight.
Months had passed and as the students of Hogwarts were excited for the winter holidays, the Ravenclaws were starting to show signs of exhaustion. It was not uncommon for a student to collapse during class and be rushed off to the Hospital Wing. One night, as Angel and Tracy had stayed up late doing their enormous load of Potions homework, something strange had happened. Tracy collapsed and started moaning and complaining of a searing pain in her head. Angel called for help. Tracy was rushed to the Hospital Wing. The next morning at breakfast Angel noticed how few Ravenclaws were left. Her sisters and a dozen others were all that remained of their house. Elondra remarked that there didn’t seem to be anyone missing from any of the other houses. That night as Angel headed toward the common room she heard chatter among the painting of the Cheeky Munkey and Crazy C. When asked what they new about the matter, the Cheeky Munkey only mumbled four words, “the Curse of Ravenclaw.” The next morning Angel headed off to Defense Against the Dark Arts. She noticed that the class was half empty. While trying to identify the names of Dark Art Detectors, Angel stopped and raised her hand. Professor Sangel came swiftly over to see what the matter was. “Professor, what is happening to my classmates?” inquired Angel. “Perhaps we should talk about it at another time” suggested Professor Sangel. “Does it have anything to do with the Curse of Ravenclaw?” asked Angel. Professor Sangel said nothing. “Professor, I’ve seen the patients at the Hospital Wing, and the warning the Sorting Hat gave at the beginning of the year, it all fits. Only Ravenclaws seem to be affected, why is that?” asked Angel getting increasingly louder so that the other students in the classroom began to listen. “Well now that you’ve gotten everyone’s attention Miss. Gibbous, perhaps it would be prudent to tell you what I know. You have all heard of the Chamber of Secrets that Salazar Slytherin made to purge the school of those students with Muggle blood? Well, if you can believe it, he did something else just as cold and ruthless. Legend has it that Salazar was jealous of Rowena Ravenclaw’s brilliance, as she had outwitted him time and time again. He set a curse on the House of Ravenclaw so that one thousand years after his death those in the school who thought only of their minds would lose them. It is unknown when exactly Slytherin died, but it is quite obvious that the Ravenclaws, who are known for their great minds, are being singled out of the population. I assure you Madame Pomfrey is doing everything she can to ease the pain of the afflicted students, and Professor Snape is currently working out an antidote to their ailment. I just can’t believe that something like this could happen again.”
Angel, Exa, and Elondra were rarely apart during their free time. After classes they would go to the library to look things up in Hogwarts, A History about the alleged curse. There was one mention of the curse in the section where they read about the Chamber of Secrets. Exa read from the text, “only the three who follow the path of The Muse with goodness in their hearts, not seeking intellect beyond their own, may find the truth to set those free.” “What the hell does that mean? The Muse?” questioned Elondra. “I have no idea,” Exa answered. “We’d better get back to the common room. Maybe the Cheeky Munkey and Crazy C know something. They’re the ones who told me about the Curse in the first place,” said Angel. So the three girls walked back to the common room stopping only at the portrait to the entrance to give the password to the Cheeky Munkey. But before they did, they asked him if he knew anything about The Muse. “The Muse? No, I don’t know about any such thing,” replied the Cheeky Munkey. “Why don’t you talk to that little creature that comes here at night, Vaya I think her name is…” muttered Crazy C as he trailed off. So the girls entered the common room and waited for the arrival of Vaya the House Elf who was in charge of cleaning the Ravenclaw common room. When Vaya came inside she was immediately startled at the sight of the three girls. She was used to no one being there, or at least no one paying attention to her as she went along completing her duties. Elondra started to speak to Vaya, but the House Elf interrupted, “I know what you’re going to ask me. The Muse is a statue along the corridor from Ravenclaw to Slytherin common rooms. There is a secret passage that no one dares to go down because of the horrible end that awaits them.” Vaya sat there staring at the girls with her large brown eyes and bat-like ears. She was wearing a dirtied yellow pillow case with a blue polka-dotted apron. “What awaits them, some sort of monster?” asked Elondra with fear in her voice. “Oh much worse than that,” replied Vaya. “But if someone were to go down there, and they succeeded…everyone would be better?” asked Angel. “Not someone…some three. Three must enter the tunnel. Three who are good. Three who must not fail,” answered Vaya. “What are you thinking, Angel?” inquired Elondra. “I’m thinking that all our friends have lost their minds because of this damn curse! I’m thinking that I have to go to The Muse and help. And I’m thinking that you two are coming with me,” she exclaimed, pointing at her sisters. “I’m in,” stated Elondra and Exa at the same time without looking at each other. The three girls exited the common room and walked toward the hallway they figured to be the one leading to the Slytherin common room. They reached a statue of a woman they had never seen before. The girls looked all around for how to open the passageway to the secret tunnel, but in their angst to get there, they never found out how to open it. “Terrific!” Elondra shouted. “Now what are we gonna do?” questioned Exa. “Why are you looking at me?” asked Angel. “Well…what did the book say? Only the three who follow the path of The Muse with goodness in their hearts, not seeking intellect beyond their own, may find the truth to set those free. The path of The Muse…” recited Elondra, thinking hard. “That’s it! The path! Look where her arm is pointing, to that drapery on the wall. Come on!” exclaimed Angel. The girls took off and pulled back the thick curtain which presented an opening to a long, dark tunnel. “Seek the one named Thorondor, he will help you,” said the statue of The Muse as she momentarily sprang to life before returning to her rigid pose. The girls looked at each other. “Lumos!” they whispered, and entered.
The girls were immediately brought face to face with what seemed to be three sleeping trolls. “Let sleeping trolls lay?” asked Elondra in a scared, and timid voice. “Sounds good to me!” whispered Exa in response. The girls tip-toed past the trolls in the dark passageway. Their wands and the glow of the hundreds of tiny fire nymphs were all they had to light their way. They came to a dead end. “What are we going to do?” asked Elondra. “We have to go back,” responded Angel “there’s gotta be a reason the trolls are here. Maybe one of them is Thorondor.” The girls backtracked through the passageway and stopped when they came to the trolls. Just then a troll started to stir. The troll spotted the trembling bodies of the Gibbous girls and moved toward them. “What’s he doing?” said Angel with fear in her voice. “Are you Thorondor?” asked Elondra in a voice hiding her fear. “The Muse has told you my name? I am Thorondor, and these are my brothers Alar and Oelfo. We guard the secret,” Thorondor explained. Just then Alar and Oelfo awoke with a grunt. “Three?” said Alar with a surprisingly higher-pitched voice than his brother. “Girls?” said Oelfo with disgust in his voice. “Yes,” said Thorondor, “three girls have come.” “I was expecting men, not little girls,” said Oelfo crossing his arms. “We’re here about the Curse of Ravenclaw,” interjected Angel, “does the secret you guard concern the Curse?” “Maybe,” said Alar in his high-toned, snotty voice crossing his arms like his brother. “We were told you would help us,” said Elondra to Thorondor. “Help? The Three?” said Thorondor with shock. “It is you who must help us,” said Oelfo who had moved closer to the girls. “We are kept here,” he continued. “Kept here like rats in cages!” interrupted Alar with a childish tone. “Alar, just shut it! We can only be freed by the Three.” “What do we have to do to help you?” questioned Exa. “Ask Inwe Nolatari, the Oracle, for our freedom” answered Oelfo. “That’s it? We just go to the Oracle and ask for your freedom, and then you’re free?” said Elondra. “Yes,” said Thorondor. “Well where is she?” asked Angel. The trolls said nothing, instead pointed to the ceiling where there was an opening the size of a man-hole. The fire nymphs were circling. “Wait, we need to discuss this!” said Exa pulling her sisters back and taking their attention away from the opening. “We’re here about the Curse, not to emancipate some stupid trolls!” she continued in a hurried whisper. “This isn’t why we’re here!” said Exa in protest. “We came here to learn how to cure our friends!” she continued. “Only the three who follow the path of The Muse with goodness in their hearts, not seeking intellect beyond their own, may find the truth to set those free,” recited Angel. “The Muse said Thorondor would help us, maybe we just have to help him first,” she continued. “I don’t like this,” stated Exa. “Your unease is noted. Let’s go,” said Elondra. The girls walked over to the trolls and agreed to go speak to the Oracle. Thorondor lifted the girls to the opening and they climbed on, followed by the fire nymphs.
“Hello. Come in you three, just up the stairs” said an elderly woman sitting in a throne with long flowing hair the color of snow. The woman had fair skin, pale blue eyes, and wore a long fluid pearly white dress that glowed with a beautiful radiance. “Ah, the Three have finally come to visit! Come now to my table!” the woman exclaimed, “I was beginning to wonder what had taken you.” “You knew we were coming?” asked Elondra. “Of course, child. I know everything! Sit down for some wine, lets have a chat! I am Inwe Nolatari, I am the Oracle,” the woman said. “So, you want to know how to save your friends?” inquired the Oracle. “Actually, the reason we came to you is about the trolls in the passageway,” interrupted Angel. “Ah, yes…Thorondor, still longing to be free, I suspect” said the Oracle looking into a pensieve. “They told us that they were being kept here, and that they long only for their freedom,” said Elondra. “You would let those creepy creatures wonder free? Ruining everything in sight and grunting louder than a train?” asked the Oracle in shock. The girls didn’t know what to do or say. The Oracle rose from her throne and glided effortlessly towards the table. “Here’s the problem, if that’s what you want to call it. I have two things I could do for you, but you may only choose one. Either free the trolls from bondage, or teach you what to do to save your friends from pain,” said the Oracle pouring herself a goblet of wine. “Well isn’t it obvious?” Exa said to her sisters under her breath, “Neo and Blues and Miya and Tracy and Starshine. We have to help them, who cares about the trolls?” “Exa, we told the trolls we would ask for their freedom,” said Elondra. “Yes, but if it is a choice between trolls and our friends, I’m sorry, but screw the trolls!” exclaimed Exa. “Let’s just think about this for a minute, we’re smart girls. The book told us that three with goodness in their hearts, not seeking information would find the truth to set someone free. We know that Thorondor and his brothers are held in some sort of bondage and need to be set free. The Muse told us that Thorondor would help us. Maybe what the book said has nothing to do with our friends and we just have to help the trolls. I think Thorondor would help us if we helped them be free,” deduced Angel.
“You choose those smelly trolls over Tracy and Starshine?” asked Exa in disbelief. “I agree with Angel,” stated Elondra. “If we set the trolls free we aren’t seeking intellect beyond our own. We’re helping someone be free,” she continued. “How can the trolls help our friends?” asked Exa, her voice getting louder. “Have you come to a decision?” asked the Oracle. Angel and Elondra looked at each other and nodded, Exa reluctantly followed suite. “The trolls ask to be freed,” said Elondra. “Interesting choice,” said the Oracle. “And all of you agree with this?” she inquired. Exa knew that the Oracle was referring to her. She stepped forward and told her of her initial reservations, but that she did agree that the trolls should be free. “It shall be done. Thorondor and his brothers are no longer rats in their cages as Alar so eloquently put it!” said the Oracle. “Go now, you three. I can do no more for you,” she said. The girls went back the way the came, through the man-hole.
When they arrived in the passageway the trolls were no where to be found. In their place were Orple hair, Atlang tooth, and powdered Thistle seed with a note:
Thank you for freeing us. Here are the ingredients to free your friends. Give them to Sangle, he’ll know what to do with them. Then give it to Inwe Nolatari.
~~Thorondor
The girls picked up the ingredients and left the passageway, walked through the halls, and down the stairs to Professor Sangle’s office. Professor Sangle looked at the items, the girls, and back to the items in disbelief. He then grabbed the ingredients and proceeded to make a simple potion. Ten minutes later it was finished, and the four of them walked back to The Muse. “That was quick!” exclaimed The Muse. They continued on to the drapery, pulled it back and entered the tunnel again. Professor Sangle transfigured a rock into a ladder so that they may enter the chamber of the Oracle. When they reached the room, the Oracle was sitting at the table, drinking from her goblet. “I suppose this is for you,” uttered Professor Sangle. He handed the Oracle the potion and she drank it. “Thank you very muchly,” she replied with a hic-cup. “Give me a minute or two,” the Oracle said. The Oracle stood up and started walking, beckoning for the others to follow. She walked straight to the Hospital Wing, bent down and kissed everyone’s foreheads and then began to sing the Hogwarts School Song. She did have the most awful voice. The bed-ridden students awoke from their painful sleep and were cured. Professor Dumbledore entered the room, proud of the Gibbous girls, and called for a celebration. The Great Hall was decorated in Ravenclaw’s colors, and a great feast appeared on the tables. Exa, Elondra, and Angel Gibbous were awarded five hundred points each for their goodness of heart, making the House Cup a sure thing for Ravenclaw.
GRYFFINDOR'S ENTRY:
In Search of Harry Potter
“STUPEFY!” Lianslo shouted, pointing her wand at tigress. “He’s mine!”
“PROTEGO!” Tigress shouted and a shield appeared in front of her, causing the stunning spell to bounce off of her. “Hun, you wish!”
“Wait a minute ladies,” eezy said, coming up between the two. “I’m enough man for both of you.”
Rogue rolled his eyes. “Oh, brother.”
A clasp of lightning roared over the group of Gryffindor who were sitting at Hogwarts Café. Everyone’s eyes were on the two girls who were dueling.
Eezy approached the group at the table with a wide smile on his face.
“What are you so happy about?” celestial moon asked.
Tassie cleared her throat. “I’ll tell you why. It’s because he has tigress and Lianslo fighting over who gets to date him.”
Rogue shook his head, slightly impressed. “How do you do it eezy? You have Lianslo whose as cute as a button and sweet and then you have tigress whose smart and like ice-cream . .. but hot.”
Eezy slicked back in a chair and propped his feet up on the table. “What can I say? I’m a stud.”
“More like a dud whose gonna get burned,” Maika the ghost laughed.
All of a sudden the doors to the café burst open and Uni ran up to the group. His eyes were wide with anticipation and his hair was messy.
“Uni, you look like you haven’t slept in days?” Flameweider observed.
“That goes for bathing too,” Maika added, plugging her nose.
Uni shook his head. “No time for sleep. I’m telling you guys, those Slytherin’s are up to something! Me and RebelPhoe saw them whispering something at breakfast. When we walked pass them – they stopped whispering.”
The Gryffindor’s exchanged doubtful looks amongst themselves. All of them were used to Uni’s ever-lasting suspicions of the Slytherin’s. “And what exactly does that prove?” Tassie asked.
Uni looked left and right, noticing a few Ravenclaw’s in the back of the café. He came closer to them and lowered his voice. “It proves that they’re up to something. After we passed by them, I looked behind me. They were cluttered together and . . . and I saw the Dark Mark!”
“Hun, are you serious?” Tigress asked.
“I know, I thought I was seeing things too, but there it was It’s like they all were trying to hide it or something,” Uni continued.
“Uni, this is big,” Rogue spoke up. “If you saw the Dark Mark, that means that You-Know-Who is calling his servants together. But why?”
“I can answer that for you,” came a startled voice behind them. The group turned and there before them was Dumbledore. “Crowd around me everyone. I have something very important to tell you.”
“What is it?” Lianslo asked.
Dumbeldore cleared his throat. “I’m afraid that something terrible has happened and I need to tell you before –” The Headmaster stopped short because the lights in the café flickered off as a dark figure stepped into the room. The figure pointed their wand at the group and whispered, “AVADA KAV . . .”
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“Curse those blasted Gryffindor’s!” Raven Guardia shouted, pounding her fists into the wall. “They’re going to ruin our plans.”
RTO (Raventheonly) pulled a hand on her shoulders. “Calm down. It may look like they have the upper hand, but they don’t. They have no idea where he is.”
“And neither do we,” Binga Bang reminded them.
“I’m telling you, that old fool Dumbeldore is hiding him in his office,” LadySlytherin announced.
“No, that’s too obvious and he wouldn’t risk that,” RTO said mischievously. Even when there wasn’t a sneer on his face, there was on in his voice. “No. Dumbeldore is smart . . .but we’re smarter. We’ll find Harry . . . and when we do – we’ll kill him.”
“Yep, yep,” LadySlytherin said, planting a kiss on RTO. “That’ll teach him to name our parents as Death Eaters.”
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Dumbledore muttered a spell so quick that none of the Gryffindor’s heard what he had said. There was a loud scream, followed by stone silence.
“LUMOS,” RebelPhoe shouted, her wand casting a bright light. But there at that moment, the lights flicked back on.
“There isn’t much time,” Dumbledore told them. “Harry has been kidnapped by Voldermort.”
“WHAT?” Maika and Aqua exclaimed in unison.
Uni grinned and snapped his fingers together. “Ha! And I betcha’ those dirty Slytherin’s were apart of it!”
Dumbledore raised his eyebrow and continued, “You all are his closest friends. I need you to know everything Harry said to you last time you spoke. It might give me a clue as to where he is located.”
The Gryffindor’s looked at each other and began talking all at once. Dumbledore tried to understand them all, but it didn’t matter. None of them said anything that gave him a clue to Harry’s whereabouts.
“This is getting us nowhere,” eezy declared, putting an arm around Lianslo who smiled triumphantly at Tigress.
Opmistic picked up one of Dumbledore’s old spell books. “We need a –” his voice trailed off. A strange sensation came over him and he had a sudden attack of icy chills. Everything around him went pitch black and he saw Harry in the deepest corners of his mind. The boy was bound to a chair and a wand was pointed at him. Coming out of the trance, Opmistic whispered in a stilled voice, “He’s at Grey Skull.”
“What?” Flameweider asked.
Opmistic turned to him. “It’s Harry. He’s at Grey Skull. I – I don’t know how else to explain it but . . .I saw him. It was like some type of vision.”
“Riiight, and you get those visions every single day,” Celest said doubtfully, not believing it for a second.
“Wait. Opmistic might be on to something. He has Seer blood in him,” Dumbledore said, his eyes wide with anticipation. “There is a castle – at Grey Skull. I should have known!”
“Wait, so that’s where Harry’s at?” Tassie asked.
“Yes. I’m afraid so. Look, I’m going to go rescue him. You all STAY here.” Dumbledore said and left the café’ hastily.
“Does he really think we’re gonna stay put?” Uni asked. “We’ve got to help Harry!”
The Gryffindor’s summoned the rest of the DA members and stood over in a corner at Hogwart’s Café.
"I could have sworn someone was watching us," breathed Hobbit_Dude, the Hufflepuffs had clearly been running.
"We were beginning to wonder what was taking so long; I was about to send jilliovesme and tigress after you." Tassie said with concern.
"Well, we had to be careful don't we?" Exa spoke up, "things will only get worse if we are caught."
"Let's get started." Rogue said in a business like manner. "I assume Maika has briefed you all on the situation at hand, so the real question is: What are we to do about Harry's disappearance?"
Flameweilder's hand shot quickly into the air. "Isn't it obvious? We've got to find him, and quick!" he said turning to the people around him, looking for support.
"But, we can't just go rampaging around, expecting him to turn up behind the nearest Womping Willow." Lianslo said, glancing towards Rogue. “We don’t even know where this Grey Skull is at.”
"Your both right, we most certainly must take action, but our actions must not be rash." Rogue said, furrowing his brow.
For a few seconds silence enveloped the room, as everybody was lost in thought. But suddenly an idea seemed to dawn upon Jessie Sparrow who had been reading through Dumbledore’s spell book
"What if we traveled to Grey Skull?" she said, voicing her thoughts. "I’ve been looking through Dumbledore’s spell book and there is a transportation spell that could get us there.”
“So what are we waiting for, hun?” Tigress asked.
Jessie Sparrow nodded her head and raised her wand, dropping the book to the floor. “SADICIO!” she shouted.
Immediately, they felt the room around them move very far away. A black and white aurora surrounded them and they felt as if they were being sucked into a vacuum cleaner. They spun around – left and right, they couldn’t tell which. Then all at once, it stopped and opened their eyes and looked at their surroundings. It was the driest, dirtiest place they’d ever seen in their lives. They were in some type of forest, with tall trees that had dead leaves on them.
“Yuck!” Miaka, the ghost explained, floating above them all.
Rogue took a deep breath. “We’ll cover more ground if we separate. Go as far out as you can without getting yourselves into serious danger. Our main goal is to find Harry, not to get members of the DA killed. If you find him, GET HIM OUT OF HERE. Then send an owl our way immediately. I wish you all the best of luck."
He divided the DA into groups of two and they separated. It was slowly beginning to sink in, what they had just gotten themselves into. But, this wasn't just for Harry, but for the good of the entire wizardry world.
Tassie took the lead as she pushed a bush aside. She stopped short, seeing that she was on the edge of a cliff, but beyond that was the castle. “There’s the castle up there.”
“Step aside little girl,” Celest said, moving in front of her. “And let a real leader take over.”
“WHAT is your problem?” Tassie demanded.
Celest looked her up and down. “Hmm. . .your looks, your clothes, your holier than thou attitude – YOU!”
“Guys, now is not the time,” Tigress said, coming up to Tassie.
“Stay out of this,” Tassie said, pushing her aside. But the Head girl was too infuriated to realize what she had done. Tigress screamed in horror and fell over the cliff.
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Somewhere in the castle at Grey Skull, Harry sat with his hands tied behind his back. His scar ached with pain and he heard the movement of Voldermort and his Death Eaters in the next room. There was no telling what Voldermort was going to do to him, but Harry wasn’t about to stick around and find out. He prayed that the DA would somehow come to his rescue, but time was short and he couldn’t wait forever.
The ropes were tight – but not tight enough. He had been wrestling to get free ever since he was captured and finally, the ropes began to loosen.
He soundlessly untied his hands and feet. He had just stood up when he heard a voice say, “He’s free!”
Harry’s eyes widen and he ran, not sure if he would make it out alive.
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Eezy was the first to move. “TIGRESS!” he yelped, leaning over the cliff. He stuck out his hand and grabbed the girl’s hand. With all of his strength, he hosted her up and held her close.
“I’m so sorry!” Tassie shouted, truly meaning it.
Lianslo narrowed her eyes at Tigress and approached her. “You fell on purpose so that you could get close to my boyfriend!”
“I did not!” Tigress protested, wiping away a tear. “And he’s not YOUR boyfriend!”
BOOOOOM!
The sound of an explosion interrupted them. The entire DA looked in the direction they had heard the noise and saw Harry, lying motionless on the ground. They raced towards him.
Flame Weider, Aqua and RebelPhoe knelt down beside him and saw that he was weak, but still alive.
“Hmm, how nice? I thought we’d have to kill Harry without an audience,” Lady Slytherin sneered, appearing with the rest of the Slytherin’s from the bushes.
“Now we get to finish you all off,” Raven Guardia added.
Rogue and the other DA members reached for their wands, but RTO stepped forward and pointed his wand at Harry. “I don’t think so! Another move and Harry gets it.”
The DA stood motionless and Hobbit Dude had a deadly face expression scaring even AD Skinner.
Binga Bong twisted her face into a curt smile. “Back off and no one would get hurt,” she grinned. “Actually that’s a lie, because all of you are gonna get hurt.”
Without warning that particular moment, LadySlytherin pointed her wand towards Maika and screamed, “CRUCIO!”
The spell shot through Maika the ghost, who laughed. “Ha! You must be one can short of a six pack because only someone stupid would try and kill a ghost. Newsflash, I’m already dead!”
In a matter of seconds, green and red jets of spells were flying in all direction. Uni stood from under the bush to say something, but Sauron said, “Crucio” towards Uni.
With seconds to spare, Tassie appeared in front of Uni and shouted, “PROTEGO!” Immediately a silver shield appeared in front of them, causing the spell to be deflected.
“Watch your head,” Tassie said bravely, though there was a hint of alarm in her voice.
“Thanks Tass,” Uni said, but his voice wasn’t rock steady either.
Jets of spells were flying everywhere. Rivers of Slytherin’s were coming from all directions. RTO smiled at his opportunity ahead of him. “AVADA KAVADRA!” he shouted and Exa, Flameweider and RebelPhoe fell dead to the ground.
“NOOO!” AngelFlame cried, going to the dead bodies of her friends.
Silence fell over the land and for a moment, no one spoke. Bu then the sound of the Slytherin’s laughing was heard and something snapped.
“Crucio, crucio,crucio!” Rogue began to shout, point his wand at RTO and the other Slytherin’s.
“Cruicio, crucio, CRUCIO!” Eezy, Celest and Hobbit Dude joined him.
RTO used the shield spell to defend himself, but in couple of moments Raventheonly couldn’t do it any longer. He was exhausted, his shields were becoming weaker and weaker after every curse thrown at him. In the end he gave up, fall on the ground. Raventheonly was shaking in pain, vomiting and screaming like a fried frog.
“AVADA KAVADRA”. –Tassie shouted, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Raventheonly no longer moved.
“Die you scum” said Rebelphoe with tears in her eyes, both of them were crying while shouting spells to protect Harry. The loss of their friends, the cheerful witches and wizard, was too much even for those two brave witches.
All of a sudden, Dumbledore appeared out of nowhere and swung his wand left and right. At the sight of him, the Slytherin’s and Death Eaters ran away, too afraid at what the powerful wizard would do to them.
“It’s finally over,” Harry breathed, leaning up. “For now.”
EPILOG
Harry was crushed, lying in his bed in Hospital Wing, communicating with himself. Voldermort had gotten away and no one knew where he was. It didn’t matter. Harry knew that the day would come when he would kill the dark lord, finally avenging the death of his parents. . .Sirus. . . and now his friends.
His attention was diverted when the DA came into the room with flowers.
“We thought we’d cheer you up,” Celest said, sitting on his bed.
Harry wasn’t alone, as he had so longed believed. The challenges that had recently occurred only made him stronger. And now he knew, that he’d be able to finally destroy Voldermort, together, with the help of his friends.
After the DA left, Rogue approached Eezy. “Do the right thing,” he said and left.
Eezy looked after his friend, knowing perfectly well what he had meant. “Tigress, wait up!” he called, seeing the girl walk into a deserted classroom.
“Eezy, I can’t keep chasing you,” Tigress started. “Our friends DIED and it’s made me realize that I have to live in the present. If Lianslo is the one –”
“She’s not the one I want. It’s you,” Eezy said, taking her hand. “When you almost fell from the cliff . . .my heart almost stopped. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
“Eezy, I –”
“Shh,” Eezy said, putting a finger up to her soft lips. She started to cry and he wiped a tear from her face. “Loosing our friends was bad enough, but I can’t loose you too.”
He leaned his head against hers and kissed her like it was the only thing he wanted to do in his life. She could feel the weight of his body against hers, and it felt like he was blocking out everything that might hurt her, keeping her safe.
Right now, the entire Hogwart’s marching band could parade through the classroom and Eezy wouldn’t stop kissing her. It just felt right.
They stopped for a moment to catch their breaths. Eezy looked down at her, wild-eyed and flushed. He brushed the hair out of Tigress’s face with a gentle hand and sighed, “I wish that there was something I could do for you Tigress,” he whispered. “Something to make you stop hurting.”
He’d never spoken to her like this before, so much pain and longing in his voice. In that moment, Tigress didn’t think that she could ever love someone more. She reached and pulled off the ski cap, tossing it to the desk across from them.
“You can do this,” she whispered back. She pulled him down, so their lips were only inches apart. “This is all I need right now.”
He nodded, smiling in a sad kind of way. When he kissed her, she felt anything but sad. Whatever pain was left over, Tigress poured it into their kisses, until Eezy was the only thing left in her world.
“Harry will avenge their deaths,” Eezy said gruffly. Her back wasa to him now and she held her like that, his arm across her waist. “One day, he’ll do it. I promise you.”