Another chapter! Guess it’s back to Harry…

Yue: So what now? *bad feeling*

Phantomness: Ehehehe…

Chapter 13 – Harry

 

            I never knew Yuki was the type to keep pet rabbits. I don’t think he did either though, but then again, waking up to find a rabbit perched on your head isn’t exactly the best of all wake-up calls.

            It’s a cute rabbit though.

            Yuki sighed, put it on his bed, and then went off to the bathroom.

            He came back a few minutes later. “Harry. Tell me I’m hallucinating and that there isn’t a rabbit on my bed.”

            “Sorry, but if you’re hallucinating, I am too.’

            He sighs. “Of all the strange…”

            The rabbit just sits there. Yuki’s got an odd look on his face now, but he scoops up the rabbit and then sticks it in his book bag. I did not just see that!

            Well, he’s heading down to breakfast so I guess I should too…

 

            Nothing else really interesting happens until a few days before Halloween. Malfoy had the nerve to challenge me to another duel!

            “Sure you won’t welsh on it this time, Malfoy?” Yuki taunts.

            Malfoy flushes, but I suppose he’s surprised we didn’t wind up dead.

            Ron nods. “I didn’t know Slytherins were cowards.”

            Hermione coughs loudly. “I thought you were over that!”

            “It’s none of your business.” Ron says, as Malfoy slinks off. However, I don’t think he’ll give up that easily…

            Oh well. I really wish I knew some good attack spells though. But where can I find them? Malfoy will probably play dirty anyways.

            Hm.

           

            Halloween comes soon enough, and when we wake up there’s this delicious smell in the air. I never knew pumpkin could taste so good… well, smell so good at least…

            It’s getting colder here. I wonder if anyone else feels chilled. Maybe – oh well, that’s not important. What’s important is that it’s Halloween!

            The decorations are totally great. I mean, I never thought charms would be useful in decoration but you never know with magic.

            Still…

            Something just feels… off. I can’t explain it. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that there are a few gaps in my memory. They don’t last long, only about half an hour, but I can’t remember what I was doing for that half-hour. It’s disturbing. For some reason, I think of white whenever those whiteouts happen.

            Anyways, that’s not the point. The point is that since it’s Halloween, at least we got a half-day off! We still have charms this morning, but at least it’s not potions or History of Magic. Besides, we get to make things fly. That’s so much more fun than summoning.

 

            “Wingardium Leviosa!” Well, two inches counts, right?

            Yuki – I think he’s having better luck than me. His feather actually went pretty high… although it smacked into the ceiling. Feathers can’t really smack though.

            I wonder what’s wrong. He looks awfully preoccupied.

            “It’s pronounced this way.” Oh poor Ron. Hermione’s giving him quite an earful... Then again, she is a know-it-all in every class, so why should I bother mentioning it again. Probably the only time she shuts up is in Potions.

            No wonder she doesn’t have any friends…

            Ron just echoed my sentiments out loud.

            Yuki half-smiles again, as he tries to call his feather back down from the ceiling… it looks pretty stuck to me.

            Hermione looks ready to cry. Girls! They’re so strange sometimes.

            But why is she so angry? It’s only the truth.

            She ought to realize that people won’t like her if she’s so bossy… I’m so glad she fell asleep when we went after Malfoy, even though the bastard welshed on our duel.

            So much for pride on his end! I guess they don’t have any honor.

 

            The feast is in full swing, and the food is as good as usual, when I realize that something is different. Or rather, someone is missing. Where is Quirell?

            He seemed rather pale for the last few days. Maybe he’s sick? Unfortunately, his class is a joke! We’ve never learned anything useful yet!

            I wonder if it has something to do with that turban. It does nothing for his looks.

            Is it really full of garlic like the Weasley twins say?

            Mmm… this carrot and potato blend of vegetables is very good…

 

            “Hermione’s not here.” Yuki comments.

            It draws me out of my thoughts and I realize that sure enough, her bossy voice is nowhere to be heard. “Well, that’s good.”

            Neville looks slightly angry. Does he have a crush on her? But we’re still kids! I mean, girls are… ugh. I didn’t have much contact with them but still! They picked on me as much as the boys did in school, or worse…

            Gentle sex? I don’t know where I heard that, but I’ll say no. Definitely no!

 

            I’m halfway through my baked potato when Professor Quirell rushes in looking like a mess. “Troll… in the dungeons…” He manages to say, before the faints.

            Yuki’s bunny peeks its head out of his book bag as Yuki lets it sip from his goblet. After the initial shock, he said that his father had sent it as a pet.

            It looks like his father is a wizard and not dead. Half-and-half…

           

            The people in the Great Hall are starting to panic. What’s so bad about trolls? I mean, at least it’s not… well, like a vampire or something or even You-Know-Who.

            But anyway, Dumbledore gets us all under control, more or less, and then we’re heading back to our dorms when something happens.

            Ron, of all people, is concerned about Hermione. Will wonders never cease? maybe he is secretly crushing on her!

 

            Okay. Hermione is crying in a girl’s bathroom somewhere. Now why on earth… well, who knows? Maybe she finally realized that being bossy wasn’t good.

            I think Ron said something of that sort to her.

            Yuki notices us sneaking away from the other Gryffindors and follows. At least he knows a few spells, maybe if we do run into the troll we won’t be completely helpless.

            I’ve heard rumors, though.

            Snape quit picking on him in class. It wasn’t just pity for Hermione. It had something to do with… a reed? An instrument? A crow? Oh well, I’ll find out later.

            First of all…

            Where is that bathroom?

            Hermione wouldn’t know about the troll, and being her bossy self, she’d probably try to take it on, so it’s up to us to save her!

            Funny, do I care? Nah… I just can’t let Ron do this by himself!

 

            Eew! It stinks here! There’s the troll all right… and Hermione’s – oh dear. It looks like it’s about to eat her? Trolls eat people?

            “Hey!” Ron yells, trying to get the troll’s attention.

            It works all right. The next thing I know, there’s a club flying at my head and everything just kind of goes black…

 

End Chapter

Completed 1/25/05

Harry: WHAT?!

Phantomness: I warned y’all, it’s AU! You don’t think I’d plagiarize Rowling’s work word-for-word did ya?

Yue: *sighs* and why are you talking with that accent if you’re Chinese?

Phantomness: I’m only ¼ Chinese, Yue, and it’s because I felt like it!