Originally posted by ZonkoChick13
Harry woke the next day feeling refreshed and confident that everything was going to go perfectly. Sitting up in bed, he picked up his glasses and put them on. Ron was still asleep, so Harry quietly got dressed and headed down to the Great Hall. After poring a mug of coffee, Hermione and Ron took a seat and joined him.
"I can't believe I'm going to miss a whole day of classes tomorrow!" Hermione said, rather depressed.
"Well if that's what it takes to put Malfoy where he belongs, then that is exactly what you've got to do." Ron said before shoveling bacon into his mouth. Harry only half listened to Hermione complain about all the extra work she'll have to <a style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=24&k=make%20up" onmouseover="window.status='make up'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;">make up</a>. He was consentrating on when the perfect moment would be to slip some potion to Malfoy. He could slip it to him during lunch, but then how could he? Not with all his Slytherian friends standing guard. But he didn't have much more time to think about that, because he noticed that he was already late for his first class, so he gulped down his coffee and sprinted out of the Great Hall.
When they got there, they noticed that the court room wasn't as full as they had suspected. Not much people turned up, which was sort of a shock to them. They sat down, facing the the Gamot.
Hours later, Malfoy was sent to Azkaban for up to three years, which got Harry and Ron angry. Hermione was overwhelemed that they got rid of Malfoy for three years. Hermione was the only one to realize what it had meant. They would be out of Hogwarts by that time.
"Well now we can focus on more important matters." she told them.
So, i thought that i would write some of this but i am so confused at where this was going, can somebody catch me up? What's with the Potion and the trial? Somebody help me and I'll start writing some more, because i'm really bored and i want to write something.
and another thing, i just want to know who wants to do this with me, because the last time that i started writing something my co-writer just knid of quit on me.
Originally posted by Lord_Saratn
agreed 😄((nice sig you got potter luver))
Gracias. 😄
TIME FOR A NEW POST!!!
Harry, Hermione and Ron headed back to Hogwarts after the Trial. Harry was still mad that Malfoy only got a three year trial when Ginny showed up. Ron and Hermione were deep in conversation and Harry was reading the Daily Prophet to see if he could pick up any clues as to where Voldermort might be.
"Hiya Harry!" Ginny Said as she sat down onto the nearest chair in the Gryffindor common room. Harry Noticed that she was out of breath.
"Hey Ginny, why are you so out of breath?"
"Oh, well Dean and I were... umm.. well you know." Ginny blushed "Mr. Filtch's Cat caught us and i ran as fast as i could."
"Oh, I see." Harry said in a rather dissappointed voice.
Just then Hermione took Ginny by the arm.
"Hey, lets talk." She said "Girl talk." she added quickly.
Ginny giggled and they ran upstairs to the girls dormatories.
"Girls are so weird always running around giggling and having special private 'girl talk' " Ron said using air quotes around 'girl talk'
Harry laughed.
"I hate how Ginny is with Dean, it makes me want to stragle the little punk, i would be better if you two were together." Ron added.
Harry Blushed furiously.
"Do you have any idea what kind of Gobblestones are used to cure a Norwigen Ridgeback bite?" Harry asked rather quickly while pulling out his homework.
"No clue." Ron replied "We should probally do our homework tomorrow, that way Hermione can help us, they're probally going to be up there for a while."
sooo! What do you think! I know it's not that long and i don't think it's really good, but i'm a bit rusty considering the fact that i haven't written in like 6 months. Somebody else's turn now!
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