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Hey guys I’ve just discovered some thing: go to Google, type in the words “harry potter and the green flame torch”. Once you’ve done that, go to page 2, and the last link on the bottom of the page is…this one!! Isn’t that exciting!! God I’m so proud!! I think I wanna cry (whahahaha! #Sobs#) anyway, bye now.
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‘D’you reckon enough of them would turn up?’ Ron asked slumping on an armchair beside Harry.
It was the Monday evening at the Gryffindor common room, and the pair of them had put out a notice on the board seeking for tryouts for new Beaters and Chasers, as Angelina and Alicia have left and Sloper and Kirk have resigned. Harry hoped the team would be nothing like last year. For the time being, the only good player on it apart from him and Ron was Ginny. He looked around at the crowded room and wondered who among the occupants would be the perfect member when Ginny came towards them.
‘Hey good timing you guys.’ She said smiling ‘Wednesday’s perfect. I heard it in the WWF that it’s the perfect day for Quidditch. Have any idea who are going to try out?’
Quidditch is one of the most popular sports on the wizarding world. A highly dangerous game played on broomsticks; it was a cross between basketballs cricket and badminton where three of the Chasers tried to score goal with the Quaffle, tow of the beaters tried to knock out the other team members, the Seeker tried to catch the Golden Snitch and the keeper guarded the goals. Harry and Ron are their teams Seeker and Keeper.
‘So are you trying out for the new Chaser position?’ Harry asked Ginny.
‘Oh yes!’ she said beaming.
Last year Ginny had filled up Harry’s position as the Seeker when Umbridge had banned from playing Quidditch. He thought he would never be allowed on the team again, but thankfully he had that conversation with Ginny who was saying that she’d try out for the Chaser position when Harry got back on the team, that made his spirits soar up again.
On Wednesday, Harry, Ron and their only remaining team member Katie Bell headed for the Quidditch pitch. Harry savoured the familiar smell of the ground and looked around at the raised seats all around the pitch then at the two lines of wannabe Beaters and Chasers until his eyes fell on Torch who was standing on the Chasers line. She waved at him when she saw him looking, Harry smiled and waved back.
‘Ok you guys, know the drill?’ he said turning back to Ron and Katie. They both nodded. They were to pair up the Chaser candidates and try them. The ones who seemed up to scratch would stay on. Then comes the second round, the ones who had stayed on would now be tried, and this process continues until the two Chasers had been found. Harry thought it would be fun but there was one thing-
‘Ok, we have to interview then first.’ Said Katie. And that when all the trouble started. There was non-stop whining from the candidates and their never ending conditions; cant come if the training clashes with my Charms, Potions, Gobstones, Mensa, etc club; I’m allergic to rain, sum, wind, sand…Harry’s mind went in to a reel and he felt like an over loaded computer. Suddenly he felt presence of a warm hand in his arm and he looked up.
‘Take a deep breath.’ Torch said calmly, then as if by magic, a warm and soothing sensation seem to fill his body right from the point where Torch had touched him.
‘Ok let’s go!’ he said suddenly cheerful.
The first pair was completely lousy; one of them was so excited that he kept bumping in to Ron and Katie while the other slipped off her broom. The second pair was better though; the third pair would’ve been good if one of them hadn’t kept performing twitching motions in his broomstick. The fourth pair was Torch and some fifth year girl. Torch was very good, she scored most of the goals while the other girl kept flipping over accidentally and hanging upside down most of the time. The fifth pair was good and the sixth pair was completely lousy. The seventh pair was Ginny and some fourth year boy. Ginny was actually very good, her flying manoeuvres were perfect, her sense of keenness-sharp. They watched as she dived in and out and zoom around to avoid hurdles and to deliver her goal. She was so good that she didn’t need the help of the other Chaser, she seemed invincible. Ron’s whistle sounded as she scored another perfect goal. There was a radiant smile upon her face and they all saw her blow a flying kiss at someone on the stands and Dean Thomas returning it.
Seven of them stayed on for the second round…five of them for the third round and finally four of them, Ginny and Torch included, for the final round. There was no question about it; some sort of frenzy seemed to have come over these two girls: they flew faster than anyone, avoided collisions perfectly, they swerved, and they flipped and outsmarted the rest. They were so good that at the end of the session, they were the new Gryffindor Chasers.
They definitely needed a break now, so Harry cancelled that days Beater tryouts and rescheduled it for tomorrow.
‘Oh tomorrow’s going to be a fine day too Harry!’ Ginny thrilled, giving Dean a very tight hug.
Ron, shook his head when Ginny wasn’t looking-he had very much hoped that Ginny would hook up with Harry last year, but she had chosen Dean instead.
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The next day was just as exhausting as the previous one-endless whining, uncountable conditions…blah…blah…blah. In the end Harry had settled for the Creevey brothers, Collin and Dennis an overtly enthusiastic pair and according to Harry exactly what they were looking for in Beaters.
‘Yeah, I reckon they could focus all their energy on to the Bludger and knock out the other team members really hard.’ Ron said looking on the positive side.
At last the team was formed, all of Harry’s dream seemed to have come true as he looked around at his teammates. They would begin training from next week and Harry was determined to beat Malfoy and his team in their first Quidditch match of the season, which would be held two months later.
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On Saturday afternoon Harry sat on one of the squashy armchair at the Gryffindor common room, planning his weekdays: on Tuesdays, he was to have regular sessions with Torch, on Thursdays and Fridays team practice which left him four nights to do his homework’s…hmm, not so bad.
‘AND LADIES AND GENTLEMAN HERE COMES THE GRYFFINDOR TEAM, POTTER, WEASLEY, WEASLEY, BELL, CREEVEY, CREEVEY ANNND PORTER!’
Harry jumped and looked around. Seamus was shouting at the top of his voice on top of a table while several girls sitting below fluttered.
‘And here comes the dancing Veela’s!’ he shouted, jumping down and spinning on the floor.
‘Mental.’ Ron muttered coming over to sit beside Harry with a glass full of pumpkin juice ‘He’s been made the new commentator for the Quidditch matches.’
‘Not bad.’ Harry said thinking of all the times when Seamus had been funny, like for instance when he set fire to the feather that they were suppose to be levitating in their first ever Charms lesson. ‘I just hope he is as good as Lee. Mind, he was a very good commentator.’
‘Harry.’ Said Hermione coming over to talk to him ‘Could I borrow Hedwig?’
‘Sure.’
‘Why do you want to borrow Hedwig.’ Ron asked.
‘To send a letter, what else.’
‘I hope your not subscribing to any new papers, we’ve already got 13.’
‘It’s for Viktor.’ She said shortly.
Ron chocked on the pumpkin juice that he was about to take a sip from. Hermione stalked away with her nose in the air. Ron seethed in between coughs as Harry patted him on the back.
‘She’s still writing to Krum!’ he spat at Harry.
‘It looks like it doesn’t it?’ he said trying not to smile.
Ron kept shaking with indignation and Harry thought he perfectly knew what would happen the next time he saw them together.
‘What do you think your doing writing to Krum!’ Ron bellowed 15 minutes later.
‘Who are you to tell me that!’ Hermione bellowed back.
People at the common room stared as Ron and Hermione continued to rage on and on. Harry shook his head thinking that it would’ve been so much better if his best friends just came out in the open and expressed their true feelings for each other instead of just trying to make the other feel jealous. Finally Harry saw Hermione snap her books shut and march up to the girl’s dormitory with Ron bellowing at the bottom of the stairs about why long distance relationship never works and that how probably by now Krum was already cheating on her with someone else.
‘That’s why he hasn’t come to see you in over a year!’ he bellowed striding over to join Harry. At this Hermione poked her head down the stairs and yelled;
‘Oh yeah if that’s the truth than how come he invited me at his place over Christmas this year?’
Ron looked stricken. Harry quickly lowered his head over his timetable, trying not to look at Ron’s shocked expression.
‘Those two are something aren’t they?’ Ginny muttered to Harry over supper that night. Harry nodded and glanced at Ron who was sitting beside Torch and at Hermione who was sitting as far as possible away from him, without actually sitting at the Slytherin’s table, which was beside theirs.
‘I’ve never seen them so angry before.’ Ginny continued.
‘I did.’ Harry said grimly.
‘When?’
‘After the Yule Ball, when Hermione went with Krum.’
‘I guess they were arguing about the same thing, huh?’
Harry nodded.
Their latest argument had forced Ron and Hermione not to talk to each other for many days. Ron was very angry that Hermione would be spending the Christmas with Viktor Krum that it was all he could do to not to rush into Bulgaria himself and kill Krum, and he seemed more angry at himself than at anybody else; and whenever he would see Hermione he would quickly engage himself in conversation with Torch who looked highly delighted that he was spending increasing amount of time with her that she even went so far as to give Ron a whole body massage in front of a whole bunch of crowd at the Gryffindor common room. They watched as Torch’s hand got slowly down Ron’s bottom, who was laying down on the floor, and by they end a swarm of panting boys were crowding around her and saying that they were prepared to pay her their next years school fee just to have a massage from her. Torch smiled and shook her head. Ron on the other hand was very disappointed; the brown haired girl he had taken for Hermione turned out to be a new first year, luckily Hermione was at the library and Harry and Ginny deliberately forgot to tell her what had happened at the common room that day.
Harry didn’t know what to do; his best friends were spending increasing amount of time away from each other. He sometimes tried to blame Torch for all this, but how could he? Last year Hermione had thoroughly ignored Ron and this year she’s going out with Viktor. And then there was Torch, from what Harry could remember, if Torch’s feelings were really his exaggeration than it is only logical to think that she had fallen in love with Ron. And then there was the stubborn Ron…yes, that does seem right, it was all Ron and Hermione’s fault; Harry could tell that they were digging on each other but its their pride that holding them back. With noting else to do and increasing worries about Ron and Hermione, he thought he could really do with a conversation with Sirius.
‘Sirius Black.’ He said firmly at the mirror that he was holding. Harry waited and took to look around at his empty room instead. Suddenly he felt the mirror go warm and looked down at it, Sirius’s face stared back instead. A huge smile appeared at Harry’s face.
‘How are you?’ he said.
‘Fine.’ Sirius replied ‘How are you.’
‘Fine, so hows the Order?’
‘Oh, you know.’
They continued on this mode for sometimes not because they were bored but because they did not want to spoil the moment with the worries of the real world. And there was a huge smile playing upon their face the whole time, this was their time and there was no way they were going to spoil it.
‘So hows Quidditch going?’
‘Oh, fine we’ve got two new Beaters and Chasers and Torch and Ginny are on the team-’ Harry chatted away happily as Ron entered the room and sat beside him.
‘Why are girls so complicated?’ he demanded.
Sirius smiled.
‘Your asking the wrong guy Ron.’ he said ‘Just when you think you’ve got them figured out, comes a complete weirdo and catches your fancy and you spend the rest of your life thinking about her. In the end you get so frustrated with yourself that you feel like dying. That’s what I use to think when I was your age, and believe me, that’s still what I think now. But I think maybe you should make the first move.’
‘So hows it going with Hestia?’
Sirius snorted.
‘Same as always, the ice princess. Do you know I still cant figure out that she was the same girl that I tormented at school, she’s so-’
‘Grown up?’ suggested Harry.
‘Yeah, she’s so grown up and mature and, well, she was never the pretty type at school but there is something very attractive about her. Something I cant tell.’
‘Is it sexual?’
‘Cant tell, it’s all so complicated.’
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Hey guys its me, your favourite author, jennyanderson. I just wanted to say that I won’t be here for the next two weeks because me and my family are going to Queensland, Australia for a two-week holiday! I would’ve really liked to take my computer with me, but the thing is it’s a desktop and I don’t have any broadband! Anyway, are there any Australians in here? If so can you guys tell me what are the interesting sites in Queensland? Anyway, I’ll fill you in on all the details when I get back, until then, all of you stay cool. Oh, and I promise that I’ll get my imaginations flying when I’m there so that all of you can enjoy a nice long piece of the next part of the story.
i just LOVE your story jen! they're sooo great! PLEASE hurry back from Queensland! can anyone tell me when she posted that? i'd like to know so i i have an idea of when she'll get back
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She posted that on the 25th of June, it says at the bottom left hun.
And Jenny, your story's getting really, really good, I'm loving it. Sorry for the previous comments about it being too similar, I thought about it and it needs to be, to have a good flow. You're an excellent writer, keep it up
Oh, you are allowed to change your name, use the Edit Profile button and change your name in the correct box, but the name you choose has to stay for a week before you change it again
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Hey guys I’m back! Anyway, Queensland was all right you know. We went to this Warner Brother Movie World and I rode on this Scooby Doo Spooky Coaster, the first ride was a bit frightening but the ones that followed were cool. Then we went to this Matrix exhibition and it was lousy but the lousiest one was the Harry Potter exhibition, it had completely nothing exciting in it except for a real life figure of the old Dumbledore and Hagrid. Anyway me and my family stayed in Holland Park, its just outside Brisbane and I went to Garden City to watch Spider Man 2 and it was completely lousy, I was hoping that Peter wouldn’t get together with Mary-Jane, but he did! It made me so mad! If truth be told I’d say Spider Man is even worse than Harry Potter 3. I mean sure, Alfonso Curon didn’t stick close to the book and he cast a butt ugly git to play Sirius, but the Spiderman script made the biggest blunder of making Peters life pathetic! Sheesh, I hope they never make any Spiderman3! Anyway, the only movie that I really liked this year is Shrek 2, it was totally awesome! Really, there is no word for it, and the other movie that I’m really looking forward to watch in the future is King Arthur. Hey, did any one of you guys see the bunch of mutant kids that Donkey and Dragon had? You only had to wait for 5 minutes after the credit starts and then BAM! It hits you like nothing ever has! Anyway, enough about my rumbling and here comes the next part of the story…
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‘Same as always, the ice princess. Do you know I still cant figure out that she was the same girl that I tormented at school, she’s so-’
‘Grown up?’ suggested Harry.
‘Yeah, she’s so grown up and mature and, well, she was never the pretty type at school but there is something very attractive about her. Something I cant tell.’
‘Is it sexual?’
‘Cant tell, it’s all so complicated.’
‘Hmmm.’
‘Anyway, enough about me. Harry, there is something that I need to tell you.’
‘What?’
‘Keep an eye on that Draco Malfoy, I think he might be up to something.’
Ron snorted,
‘He is always up to something.’ He said.
‘Yes, but this could be really serious, our sources say that he is really pissed off with one of you about something.’
‘Well that’s nothing new is it?’
Sirius scowled.
‘You don’t get it-he could really endanger your lives from now on. And I’m sure that you guys have realized that he is particularly resentful towards you than usual?’
And it suddenly struck Harry that Malfoy had lost his usual smugness that had appeared on his face after his fathers escape. His vague suspicions turned solid when he went for his next Potions class where Malfoy was giving him the stink eye more than that was necessary. Harry was feeling uneasy, what if Malfoy cursed him with god-knows-what Dark Arts he had learned from his father?
Malfoy on the other hand was thinking how good it would’ve been if he had indeed learned some dark arts from his father but from what he had heard it wasn’t easy. So he reverted back to what he usually did best-stand straight and let his cronies protect him. But his cronies however weren’t very happy with him for Malfoy had put his foot down-for no reason at all at idea of them spreading the rumor about Harry and Torch. For his part, Malfoy was glad that he did it-the idea of every one talking about their relationship 24/7 was unbearable and though he had told Crabbe and Goyle that nothing useful would be achieved by doing it, he wasn’t sure whether they had believed him. But they can’t stay angry at him for long because he was their leader and their fathers does owe a lot to his father therefore creating a wizards bond.
All in all life at Hogwarts wasn’t as thrilling as they had expected-it was a boarding school after all and McGonagol was just as good at running it as was Dumbledore. And so the unthinkable has happened-nothing fishy is going on around the school for the first time after Harry’s arrival.
But something big, out of the ordinary is happening outside the school,
‘Ok, I’ve got the leads on Lucius Malfoy here ladies and gentleman and from what I gather, Voldemort is up to something big.’ Said Hestia Jones.
It was 10 o’clock at night at the head quarter of the Order of the Phoenix. About 20 of the member were sitting at the large living room, listening to Hestia talk.
‘I’ve managed to infiltrate the lowest ranks of death eaters and managed to work my up through by making them all believe that I’m a bimbo and a ****.’ She continued ‘They believe it so far. But things are getting riskier, Malfoy sought me out more than once for some, er, private, night time chat. Well, I’ve managed to get him drunk and make him talk, but I really don’t like all the attention that I’m getting from him.’
‘Does he see Narcissa?’ Sirius asked trying to keep his voice even.
‘Well no, I mean they all know that people are keeping tabs on her and besides, do you really think that he’d be after me if he was seeing her?’
‘But you’re half blood.’ Kingsley pointed out.
‘I know its just that these pure blood idiots, they don’t care what blood you are as long as they are having sex with you, its just for show off this “I hate mudbloods” thing. And believe me, they’d even be sleeping with Centaurs if they had to.’
‘Well then, I hope you are having a good time.’ Said Sirius. At this Hestia looked disgusted.
‘Are you kidding me? All as he wants me to do is suck his dick and I’m getting sick and tired of having cum for dinner. It doesn’t taste great-that stuff you know?’
‘Well you could do it the normal way.’ Suggested Emiline Vance.
‘Yeah, but he doesn’t want to do it. He says its because its out of respect for his wife.’
There was a wave of hearty snigger at this but Sirius, who had enough, burst out-
‘Ok, we’ll see what we can do. Now if any one doesn’t mind I’d say tonight’s meeting is over. Thank you for coming and I’d be seeing you pretty soon guys.’
All the members got up and trooped to the front door. Sirius waved his wand and at once all the protection surrounding the door gave away and the it swung open. At last when they had gone, Sirius turned to look at the only member who would be staying with him for the night.
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‘Well, um, thanks for having me for the night.’ Said Hestia nervously.
‘It was Dumbledore’s order, I had nothing to do with it.’ Said Sirius coldly.
‘Oh I see.’
‘Your rooms at the third floor to your right. If you need anything, ring the blue bell and Sloppy will answer your call.’
‘Sloppy?’
‘He’s the house elf with the paper hat. I suggest you go to bed early, there’s work to be done tomorrow.’ He said climbing up the stairs.
‘Oh, um, wait!’ she called when he was half way up the stairs.
‘What?’ he said turning towards her.
Hestia took a deep breath then began,
‘Look, I know that we didn’t have the best relationship at school, in fact we hated each other. But times have changed now and today we’re working for one common goal and that’s why I think that its high time that I shed my pride now and thank you for what you did to me when you left school.’
‘Oh please, don’t embarrass yourself.’ He said.
‘No I really mean it. Getting me back at school was really something, it improved my mothers health greatly-she became very sick when she learned that I got expelled.’
‘Yeah, but you got expelled because of me too.’ Sirius said climbing down the stairs ‘so what changed?’
‘Pity I guess.’
‘Pity?’ he said letting out a single bark of laughter.
‘Yes, I felt pity for you. All those years in Azkaban for something you didn’t do-flanked by Dementors day and night-I guessed that was punishment enough.’
‘Why did you join the Order?’
‘My father I guess, he was in the Magical Defense Squad and he got killed by death eaters when I was six, me and my mother had to make our own living from then on.’
‘And you forgive me even though I made your life a complete hell on top of that?’
‘Well I told you, we’re all working for one common goal, so what’s the use of fighting amongst us?’
‘Snape and I are working for one common goal too, he hasn’t forgiven me yet.’ He pointed out
‘Its because he has suffered enough, he’s got too much of hatred inside him-’
‘Do you know why he changed sides?’
‘Yes, he was in love with one girl Sara-she was a death eater like him and she tried to back out-Voldemort had her killed.’
Sirius snorted at the thought of Snape being in love.
‘Don’t!’ she said annoyed ‘you do know that he was the one who told Dumbledore that Voldemort was after the Potters?’
‘Yeah so?’
‘So!’ Hestia said disgusted ‘he tried to save your best friends life, didn’t he? The least you can do is be nice to him.’
‘Yeah but he died didn’t he? Anyway, Snape and I go way back. But I try to be nice to him. I leave him alone don’t I?’
Hestia opened her mouth then closed it.
‘Oh well, I guess you’re not the forgiving type as I am.’ She said shrugging.
‘Ooh, but I am. I forgave you didn’t I?’
‘Excuse me, forgive me? For what? You were the one who was always torturing me at Hogwarts! You’ve got some nerve saying that!’
‘That’s not what I meant,’ he said looking straight in to her eyes ‘I forgive you for falling in love with me.’
‘Excuse me!’
‘I know you Hestia,’ he said moving closer towards her ‘your smart and you don’t want to waste time on useless things. You wouldn’t have been so nice to me if you weren’t in love with me. It all makes sense.’
‘Don’t flatten yourself!’ she said trying to turn away. But Sirius had caught her round the waist. She froze and let him turn her gently towards him.
‘I’m not.’ He said just as gently and with the other hand he lifted her chin up. Not knowing what to do, Hestia blabbered.
‘You look different from what you use to before you went inside that Torch dimension.’ She said. Sirius smiled, he knew that she was affected by his closeness.
‘Yes, Torch had everything to do with it. She manipulated my looks a bit, just a little you know and made me appear a bit healthier. She thinks I’m already gorgeous enough.’ He said.
‘Torch is a very beautiful girl.’ She whispered.
‘Yes she is. But I’m not interested on her. Its you that I’m interested in, and very much too.’ He said bending her body back a little.
‘I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ She said as he pulled her gently towards her-she didn’t even resist.
‘Oh yes you do.’ He said and with that he pressed his lips against her and felt her whole body tremble as he gently bent her body back. It seemed forever, it seemed an eternity to share between them.
When they parted, Hestia needed a moment to catch her breath.
‘Oh Mr. Smarty-pants,’ she began but then stopped and suddenly found herself kissing him, pulling him even more closer than before.
When their lips finally parted, Sirius held Hestia in his arms as they looked at each other. For a long moment there was a peaceful kind of emotion between them. Then Hestia began to draw away, her thoughts and feelings a turmoil. She averted her eyes and began to disengage herself from Sirius’s embrace. In the next second she had turned and rushed to her room up the stairs.
Sirius silently looked after her as she left the room. He then became acutely aware of the three house elves who were watching the whole proceedings from the living room.
‘Ok you guys!’ he bellowed ‘back to work!’
Hestia had closed the door behind her and rushed to her bed not knowing what to do. How could she have been so stupid as to fall in love with him? The boy that she had hated so much at school? But then again, she had to admit that he was one gorgeous hunk of a beast-untamable and extremely handsome, brave and reckless-a rebel in all way. She now understood why all the girls at school were so crazy about him, yet he wasn’t much interested on any one of them for long, and now he was very interested on her-he said it himself. Hestia didn’t know what to do, in times like this she still wished that her mother were alive. How could she face him in the morning? What would they talk about? The mere thought embarrassed her more than life itself…Sirius’s feelings on the other hand were as peaceful as hers were in a turmoil. He had done this a thousand times-he was a master at it, but then again he had never been so attracted by any other woman as he was by her…it had always been woman chasing him around, always, he didn’t know any other girl who had been able to resist his charms except Hestia and that’s how she got his attention…he had never been in love before as he was now. All in all, Sirius had a peaceful night’s sleep while Hestia kept tossing and turning in her bed.
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The next morning when Sirius woke up Hestia was gone. He smiled, knowing that she would be back.
And she did, three days later with Kingsley and Mundungus.
‘Well Sirius it looks like that old Hestia here needs some covering up. Let her lay low at your house for a while.’ Kingsley said patting him genially on the back. Sirius glanced at Hestia who avoided his eyes.
‘I-I’ll just go upstairs to my room.’ She said speaking to the ceiling. Sirius amused himself by watching her go.
That night all four of them had dinner together and Hestia revealed what she had found.
‘There’s a reason why Voldemort sent for those death eaters from Azkaban. I think he is preparing them for some sort of mission and he needed his bests. And Lucius and Lestrange are one of his bests. Anyway, even I don’t think they know what sort of mission it is but I’ve got a feeble idea. I believe he wants them to hunt down the “slave”. And for some reason he does not want to use the psycho Bellatrix for it.’
‘That’s my cousin for you!’ said Sirius referring to Bellatrix.
‘She’s very loyal to Voldemort by the way, I don’t why she didn’t marry him.’ Hestia muttered.
‘Probably because she thinks she is beneath him and that he is so great that even angels cant marry him.’
‘Oh right.’ She said darkly.
‘I don’t get it!’ Mundungus burst out ‘how come you’re spying on them instead of Snape!’
‘Snape can’t handle everything alone. They’re beginning to tighten their security and besides he cant go in front of Voldemort can he?’
‘What are you talking about?’ Kingsley asked frowning at her. Hestia stared at him incredulously then at the rest of the two who had an equal puzzled expression on their faces.
‘Don’t you-don’t you know?’ she asked.
‘What?’
‘Don’t you know that Voldemort knows that Snape was Dumbledore’s spy?’
‘What, that’s impossible. If Voldemort knows that than how come Snape is spying on him?’
‘Snape isn’t exactly spying on him. Oh my god how do I explain this. Listen,’ she said intently ‘Lucius Malfoy had a deal with Snape, it was like this, he wanted Snape to spy on Dumbledore for him and in exchange Malfoy would vouch for him to Voldemort when the time came. Voldemort doesn’t know about this deal, he thinks Malfoy is using some one else, just any one else who is not Snape. Malfoy doesn’t tell him who the spy really is because he knows that Voldemort would be livid, and there is a good reason why Snape is using him,’ she continued ‘its because he is the one who killed Sara.’
There was a pause then Sirius said
‘Well, he can forgive the man who killed his fiancé and be all nice to him but he still turns sour face when he sees me, that’s Snape for you.’
‘Honestly do you still think that Snape is doing you the most damage?’ she asked ‘He is stabbing Lucius Malfoy behind the back, not you. He is doing the most damage to the person who shielded him the most during his school days and yet remains loyal to his school nemesis.’
There was another pause and this time it was broken by the house elf Sloppy.
‘Your dinners are ready sirs and miss!’ he said in a squeaky voice.
As they ate, Sirius and Hestia talked with everyone and about everything else but themselves. Though they were felling confident during the meeting suddenly their stomach seemed to be filled with writhing worms. Her confidence has long since gone and she was both felling nervous. When Kingsley and Mundungus had left Hestia swiftly and silently headed for her room but before she could succeed-
‘Well good night.’ Sirius called out to her.
‘Night.’ She said not looking at him and continuing her climb up the stairs.
‘Wait!’ he suddenly burst out.
‘Yes?’ she said without turning to him.
‘Look, that night…well you just wanted to be friends so that we could talk freely to each other, and now…well we cant even look at each other. I was thinking that maybe if we could talk about this then it wouldn’t be so awkward…well?’
Hestia sighed and finally turned towards him.
‘Your right,’ she said ‘lets just forget what happened…that night. It really isn’t helping any one of us; its better if we just forgot that the whole thing ever happened.’
‘That was what I was thinking too,’ he said as he climbed up the stairs to join her ‘maybe its best if we just forgot that the whole thing ever happened. But there is just one tiny little thing…I cant stop thinking about you,’ he whispered to her. Hestia blushed but stayed rooted to her spot as he continued. ‘I’ve got a better idea’ he was saying ‘why don’t we explore each other…get to know each other better…in a more exciting way…after all, we cant deny what we are feeling for each other.’
And as he was saying these words, his hands slowly wound around her back. Her pulse quickened as she felt his skin on hers.
‘What do you say?’ he continued. Hestia closed her eyes and felt him kissing her neck, she bit her lip back, then Sirius voiced what she was thinking-
‘Lets go to my room, it’s got a huge four poster in it!’
Once there, things really began to heat up.
Gender: Female Location: I reside in your dreams; go figure!
When Hestia woke up it was five past three. She got out of the bed and wound a bed sheet around herself and went to look outside the huge window. The view was spectacular, she thought as she silently watched the three still phoenixes. Suddenly she felt scared, she had lost her father to Voldemort, her mother was dead and she use to be all alone before but now…what if she died or worst lost him…as if sensing her thoughts, Sirius came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
‘You look lovely so early in the morning.’ He said murmuring in to her hair ‘What are you thinking?’
‘About us, about what would happen to us…and about Voldemort-’
‘Oh leave that to Harry, once he powers up he can take on anyone on the world.’
‘But that’s what I’m thinking about-Sirius, I think Voldemort knows all about Torch and this “slave” that he keeps talking about, I think this creature has the same function as Torch.’
‘But that’s impossible, Torch is unique, the prophecy says so, she’s the only-’ but he stopped.
‘Sirius, the prophecy is more than three thousand years old, they say they could only find the half of it. What if she is not the only one?’
*
Meanwhile at Hogwarts…
‘Ok guys, we’ve got two weeks left before we face the Slytherin’s and I want them crushed! Is that understood?’ Harry barked.
‘Yes Sir!’ chorused his teammates.
It was Wednesday afternoon and the team were all sitting at their changing room for a brief meeting.
‘Good, cause I’ve booked the Quidditch pitch for every Saturday and whatever happens remember, we give them our two hundred percent!’ he looked around at them impressively so they had to hitch a smile on their face and look back at him-next Saturday was a Hogsmeade weekend but given the present situation, they’d rather jump off the Astronomy tower than tell him they’d rather go to Hogsmead.
‘Ok then, today’s meeting is dismissed.’ He said.
His team members began to change as Harry headed back to the captain’s room along with Ron. Occasionally they would discuss about how Harry had been possessed by their former captains spirit-which is absurd because both of them were alive. They would sometimes describe him as a maniac, obsessed with Quidditch. But Torch knew better-given Harry’s previous records by this time of the year, he would’ve already been knee deep in some trouble, but with this year, with everything going around so smoothly, the only way that Harry could release his excess pent up of energy is by giving his 200 % on Quidditch. But little did she know that trouble was nearby.
‘You know Harry I’m surprised that how such a huge celebrity and a socialite like you is not in the middle of a huge media frenzy!’ Collin Creevey was saying the next morning at break fast.
‘You’d have Dumbledore to thank for that. He is doing a great job by keeping all those pesky reporters away from him.’ Ron said tucking in to a sumptuous porridge. But not for long. Unknown to any of them, a die-hard reporter was doing all he could to get the inside information on the enigmatic Harry Potter. This guy’s name is Arthemis Gangly, though his name suggests it, Arthemis cannot transform in to a cat and the only way that he is getting around is with the help of his invisibility cloak. Arthemis or Art as he most likes to be called has been hired by the “Which Magician” magazine-a sister company of the Daily Prophet that does articles on famous Witch’s and Wizards. They had wanted to hire Rita Skeeter but for some strange reason the legendary Skeeter was refusing any work that involved Harry Potter, Dumbledore and their friends. Nevertheless, they had found the brilliant Art and had immediately assigned him to find out all he could about Harry and his friends.
Today, as Art silently stayed hidden under his cloak, he watched Harry get up from the Gryffindor table. He silently and swiftly followed him to his first lesson of the day-Care of Magical Creatures. He watched as Ron and Torch follow him. More than once, Art thought from which angle would he approach the subject. Then it hit him as he watched through his curtain of long, curly brown hair. He saw Torch flirting away with Ron, he had also seen her getting more than friendly with Harry! The public would love it, he thought to himself as he imagined the headline, “A common girl juggling Harry Potter and the Junior Minister for Magic’s youngest son.” Followed by his name, “Arthemis Gangly.”
Now all he had to do is take snap shots of them when they were at their most vulnerable state and interview other people, then he’d be laughing his way to Gringotts and his owl post would be filled with requests from other newspaper to work on their behalf! If only Arthemis had an intention of killing Harry than Hogwart’s enchantment would’ve prevented him from getting anywhere near him, but whether fortunately or unfortunately, Art’s only intention was to get pictures of Harry with some one else.
*
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Everyone woke up early on the morning of the match. Harry and Torch were feeling confident, Ron seemed nervous but Harry thought it was a lot of improvement since their last year when Ron had looked as if he would rather have hung himself instead of facing the match. Ginny was silent, Harry had the feeling that she was focusing all her energy for the match. The Creevey brothers on the other were so excited that Katie told them to be quite and do what Ginny was doing.
At last the Gryffindor team marched up to the stadium in their red Quidditch robe. A great tide of cheering greeted them, issuing mainly from the three-fourth of the people on the stadium, but the booing’s of the rest of the Slytherins stood out just like their green robes. The Slytherin team were already on the pitch wearing their usual green Quidditch robes.
‘Captains, shake hands!’ ordered the yellowed eyed referee, Madam Hooch.
Harry and Malfoy moved forwards and tried to break each others fingers-none of them winced though.
‘That’ll do! Now, on the count of three!’ said Madam Hooch releasing the Snitch, it hovered in front of all of them for a while then took off with a huge burst of speed. She then took the big red Quaffle in her hand and began ‘1…2…3!’ a whistled sounded shrilly and the players as well as the Quaffle was released in to the air.
‘And their off!’ came Seamus’s voice over the loud speaker ‘and they’d better be careful cause she has now released the two Bludgers!’ he said as two identical heavy brown ball went after the Slytherin and Gryffindor team each. Collin Creevey quickly swung forward and hit it with his club so that it went after Malfoy instead.
Meanwhile, the players were taking their positions, Ron zoomed over to his goal post, the three Chasers went after the Quaffle and Harry began circling the pitch, looking for the snitch; and Collin and Dennis were beating away relentlessly at the Bludgers. Suddenly one of the heavy balls just streaked past over the heads of the three Gryffindor chasers who were flying in formation towards the Slytherin goal post. Suddenly, the other Bludger came out of nowhere and hit Katie so that she dropped the Quaffle.
‘Oh, nice catch there by Warrington of Slytherin!’ shouted Seamus as a guerrilla like boy caught the ball that Katie had just dropped ‘But not for long!’ continued Seamus as a bludger hit him, thrown by one of the Creevey brothers ‘And Porter catches it-what a miracle! -Porter with the Quaffle-and she passes it to Katie-Katie ducks Crabbe-she passes it to Weasley-Weasley dodges bludger-and ouch, elbows Crabbe in the stomach-but I’m sure it was an accident, -and she performs the Shooting Arrow technique-she’s heading for the goal-AND SHE SCORES! WEASLEY SCORES! TEN-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!’
Harry didn’t react much; he knew there was plenty of time for the Slytherin’s to catch up, he therefore urged his team to keep it up and barked out some more instructions.
‘And Pucey of Slytherin gets the Quaffle-he’s headed for the goal-no, it looks like he got hit by one of those bludgers-and Monk catches it-she passes it to Trump-Trump, er, passes it back to Monk-and their within the goal range-come on Ron-AND HE SAVES IT! WHAT A SPECTACULAR SAVE BY RON!’
Harry just gave Ron the faintest smile who nodded back at him. Suddenly Harry’s heart leapt-he saw the Snitch fluttering just a few feet above the ground. He dived, in a manner of seconds Malfoy was after him. Suddenly a Bludger hit him on the back and it ricocheted back to hit Harry-he ducked and within those precious seconds the Snitch had disappeared.
But Harry was soon awarded as in the next forty-five minutes the Gryffindor team had scored ten more goals bringing the lead up to 110-80.
‘And it’s Porter with the Quaffle-she’s heading straight for the goal-but she’s got a long way to go-’ but Harry wasn’t listening-he had spotted the Snitch again, this time it was hovering just a hundred yards away from him. He put on a huge burst of speed but Malfoy was miles ahead of him. Harry’s heart sank, but then, Malfoy looked away from the Snitch and watched horrified at something. Distracted, Harry looked back. He saw, as if in a slow motion, a Bludger hit Torch’s broom, the impact was so great that it send the broom flying away from right between her legs. He immediately swung forward and was just in time when she somersaulted gracefully in midair and landed neatly behind him on his broom. Then as if by luck, Harry’s Firebolt swung forward- directly towards the Slytherin’s goal post, and once within range, Torch jumped off from his broom and clutching the Quaffle in her hand, she shot through the central goal hoop, as Harry’s broom zoomed forward to receive her and again this time landed neatly behind him. All the stunned people could do was watch silently. Then as Torch broke in to a huge smile, the crowd cheered their approval. Ginny zoomed forward and handed Torch her broom. ‘Nice one!’ is all as she could say as she watched her in admiration.
‘That was one tactic that I’ve only heard of but never seen before!’ yelled Seamus when he had finally recovered. ‘What a way to score! –I’m sure it would be on the long list of Hogwarts legend though! I must say!’ it took another fifteen minutes for Seamus to stop gibbering and for the crowd to register this astonishment feint in their mind forever.
‘And their off again!’ he said as Madam Hooch’s whistle rang shrilly. ‘It’s Katie with the Quaffle-she passes it to Weasley-duck Ginny! That was a good dodge-and she passes it to Porter-Porter with the Quaffle-and she, er, passes it back to Weasley-so Weasley with the Quaffle-she’s headed for the goal-and she tosses the Quaffle-but can it reach the post? Aaand-’ at that time several things happened –Harry had again caught sight of the Snitch-it was twittering just a foot away from him! He made a sudden lunging movement but it avoided his hands and burst in to a huge speed. Harry tore after it just as Malfoy was doing the same, but it was no use-Harry was miles ahead of him. Half the crowd watched as his hands clamped around the fluffy golden Snitch;while the other half watched as Ginny scored one perfect goal, just a split second before.
The crowd around them erupted on to the pitch as the team hit the ground with a huge smile upon their faces. The crowds bore the victorious team on their many shoulders. Amidst the confusion of the pressing bodies, Torch grabbed hold of Harry and meant to kiss him on the cheek, but they were jostled from their position so that her kiss landed on his lips instead. None of them felt awkward about it for they were very happy about their win. But someone did catch it in his camera, and that someone was none other than Arthemis Gangly.
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Headquarter of the Daily Prophet, London, England.
Caesar was very happy today. H was only 20 years old and he was doing the job that he had always wanted to do-and he was very good at it too. Caesar was an extremely handsome young man, he was tall and he had black hair, grey eyes and straight nose (picture http://us.ent4.yimg.com/movies.yaho.../cristopre2.jpg[/URL] )his appearance was exactly similar to the bot that Harry saw die right in front of his eyes. But Caesar Diggory was not Cedric Diggory (picture: http://deseretnews.com/photos/1568895.jpg ), sure they were cousins and they look remarkably alike but that’s where all the similarities ends. Unlike Cedric, Caesar was ambitious, extremely rich and a random womaniser (he only prefers blondes though) and the heir to the biggest wizarding press empire of Britain and right now he had just inherited his fortune. He just loved it, sitting on his chair on his huge office chamber and giving out order that changes the way people thinks…and to day as he sat on his chair and looked at the pictures on the table, he had to admit that they were the most interesting ever after he had inherited his fortunes a month ago.
‘And heres some more.’ Said Art as he produced a bunch of more of them from his bag.
Caesar looked at them, it all showed pictures of Torch with either Harry or Ron, or Ron or Harry looking lustily up at her.
‘What do you think?’ asked Art.
‘Well, I must say that they are really good Art,’ said Caesar as he watched the photographic people doing things that they normally shouldn’t do ‘and what did you say the girls name was?’ he asked Art picking up a mugshot of Torch.
‘Torch, Torch Porter. And if I weren’t mistaken, I’d say that she is juggling Harry and Ron Weasley together. Oh, and just so you’d know, Harry Potter competed with your cousin Cedric-’
‘Of course I know!’ snapped Caesar.
‘Oh my lord! I’m sorry sir.’ Said Art hastily.
‘Doesn’t matter, just don’t mention that family’s name in front of me again.’
‘Yes sir.’
It was a common knowledge to everyone that its how Caesar would behave if his only living relative’s name were mentioned in front of him. Amos Diggory-Cedric’s father is Caesar’s uncle. They are a highly respectable pure blood family and while they were facing a life of an arranged marriage, Amos Diggory went and did something terrible-he fell in love with a muggle-born witch and married her. The father of the daughter that he was originally suppose to marry got very angry with the family and severed all ties with them-which was a bad luck as he was very powerful and therefore created a lot of problems for them. Angered, the family disinherited Amos and even though the feud had ceased; the relationships between the two families were never the same again. So when Cedric was selected as one of the champions, the Daily Prophet deliberately forgot to mention his name and they didn’t even mention it when he died-a sure sign of how the family still hates Amos and his wife and children.
‘Anyway, what did you find out about her?’
‘Well, that she is extremely beautiful, all the boys at Hogwarts are after her; the girls hate her fair and simple but they greatly admire her beauty, and even I sir-a gay man, feeling a bit guilty about doing such a horrible thing to her.’
‘Yes, but she is playing with these boys affection isn’t she?’
‘Oh yes sir!’ said Art eagerly ‘and you could just see it from the picture too.’
Caesar said nothing but continued looking at her pictures absentmindedly.
‘Er, sir.’ Art had to prod him awake from his reverie.
‘Yes, sorry Art, what were you saying?’
‘I’ve got interviews from people too and I’ve already written the article, would you like to look at them?’
‘No, thank you Art; I’m sure you’ve done a great job and you know that I’ve never doubted you. Just give it to Kevin on your way out and he’ll have it printed for next weeks Which Magician.’
‘Yes, sir.’
As he reached the door, Art looked back and saw that Caesar was still looking at the picture of Torch.
‘Sir,’ he said a bit cautiously ‘you’re not thinking of having her in your bed, are you? Because she is not a blond?’
‘Of course not, where would you ever get an idea like that, Art?’
‘Just asking.’ He said shrugging. But when he left, Caesar went back to looking at her pictures.
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Jun 17th, 2004 06:10 AM
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