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Notes: Not really
Chapter 33 – Syaoran
It’s been two weeks of class and if I weren’t convinced before that Lockhart has absolutely no magical talent, I know now. He’s even worse than Sakura when she started capturing the cards and he’s supposedly a fully trained wizard! How should I explain it? Oh yes, it was the second day of class… on the first day, all we had was some annoying, long test all about Lockhart. The only positive part was that Hermione earned Gryffindor ten points when she answered every question right. She’s a Lockhart fangirl for sure.
Oh well, maybe she’ll be out of my hair now. I purposely got a few wrong. I can’t believe I even know all of those boring facts about his life! Who cares if his favorite color is lilac or not? Sheesh!
Anyways, potions are going well after all. Snape did stick to his promise – he hasn’t yelled at Harry yet. He’s still taking off points from Neville, but that’s to be expected. I bet he’ll drop potions as soon as he can.
It’s just not his talent.
Now what? Oh yes. Back to the incident. At our second lesson, Lockhart decided that we should do something practical. It makes sense, since it’s defense against the dark arts, after all, but…
When he mentioned dark creatures, I expected maybe ghosts or something small to start off with.
He brought in Cornish pixies. Then, he set them loose! To say that pandemonium reigned would be an understatement. Neville got hung from the chandelier by his ears, everyone else ran out the room, leaving Ron, Harry, Hermione, and me…
Even Lockhart fled! That idiot! He tried to curse them, I suppose, but it didn’t sound Latin to me. They snapped his wand in half.
Hah! Serves him right. But now we have an incompetent teacher and that’s just not fair. I hear Snape wants the DADA job? He’d probably do better than Lockhart, but he is quite good with potions. I respect him for that. Lockhart is such a liar though…
Anyways, Ron panicked and cast Incendio, setting a pixie on fire, and the pixie set the room on fire in retaliation, so I used Watery…
Hermione started staring at me starry-eyed after that. Then, while Harry was busy picking them off with Ranura and Thundreflash, I cast Sleep.
Ranura’s basically a simple curse, it causes a large cut to appear on the victim’s body. Since pixies are so small… well, they dropped like flies. Harry was really worried that he’d killed them, but…
It turns out that pixies are basically just bits of random magic energy, kind of like Yue, only… Yue’s human – well, angelic at least, and I’d care if Yue died.
Anyways, I’d better get back to work on my History of Magic essay. That class really is a waste of time. Good for catching up on sleep though…
A month, almost two have passed without anything of incident happening. I guess that’s why we were so supposed when the three incidents slammed us at once.
First of all, the Chamber of Secrets was opened.
Second of all, Dementors descended on the school en masse in search of Sirius Black.
Finally, Lockhart started a dueling club.
Anyways, that day, Harry and I were walking to the Halloween feast when we heard a scream. Sounded like a girl, so we followed it…
We found Ron and Hermione staring at Ms. Norris. She was lying stiffly in a huge puddle of water…
On the wall, there were letters in blood.
“The Chamber of Secrets is open? Enemies of the Heir beware?” Harry blinked.
That sounded ominous to me… I tightened my fingers around the wand. Something was afoot, we could feel it. Dark magic calls to dark…
I didn’t tell Dumbledore or Eriol though. They still think my magic type is moon. Let it stay that way!
If they knew…? I might wind up in Azkaban or something, as a safety hazard. But then again, Eriol has dark magic too…
Fine, I just suspect Dumbledore. For some reason I really don’t trust that man! He gives me a creepy feeling, like Eriol used to…
Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind us as Professors Snape, McGonagall, Headmaster Dumbledore, and Filch came along, followed by most of the other students.
Hermione squeaked and fainted dead away into Ron’s arms! So she does have a crush on him! Ron looked embarrassed.
“What happened here?” Snape interrogates.
“Harry and I were just coming down to the feast, sir, when we saw this, sir.”
“I screamed.” Ron confessed hoarsely. “Hermione and I were doing the same thing.”
Professor Snape nods, then turns to Dumbledore.
“LIAR!” Filch screams. “What have you done to my cat! I demand justice for Ms. Norris! Expel them, they’re lying, the greedy little brats!”
What a foul man. I know he’s jealous because he doesn’t have magic, though why he’s here if that’s the case doesn’t make any sense to me. He’s like Meiling, but at least she could do some martial arts and wasn’t totally worthless.
Professor Snape picked up the cat and handed it to Dumbledore, who took a good look. “She’s only petrified, Angus.”
Suddenly, a feeling of… darkness spread over the place. Screams and gasps came from all the students and they started running away…
There was a black hooded figure standing there.
“A Dementor! Inside of Hogwarts!” McGonagall gasps as she draws her wand. “Expecto Patronum!”
A silvery-white cat shoots out of her wand and chases the thing away.
I didn’t feel anything, except a little cold, but… Harry! He’s lying fainted on the floor! How in the – what is going on?
“Professor…?”
“Take Mr. Potter up to the Hospital wing, please, Mr. Li.” Snape says silkily, so I obey quickly. Something’s wrong…
Sirius Black – he escaped, so I suppose they’d send Dementors out to hunt for him. After all, they are Azkaban guards, but one inside of Hogwarts?
I thought it was against the rules or something.
Anyways, Madame Pomfrey shooed me out, so I went down to dinner. And the next morning, before I went to visit Harry, I saw a poster talking about the new dueling club… founded by Lockhart of all people.
I guess it can’t hurt…
After all, curses and hexes are useful in dire situations, and if the Chamber of Secrets really is open…
Oh!
I ought to make a trip with Return soon, and see… for myself…
Perhaps this time it shall be easier…
No, I’m fairly confident. I have the cards and Yue to protect me, so I’m not afraid of being killed… I wonder what petrified the cat though?
Maybe it was some misfired spell and we’re all exaggerating? No… the blood was real. I have to be serious about this. Shield is now up permanently, along with Mirror. Together, they’ll keep me safe from just about any spell. The only problem is that my hair has turned white as a result. Oh well, this is a world of magic…
I’ll just say I accidentally did something to my hair.
End Chapter
Completed 4/2/05
Notes: Ranura – Spanish for cut. Thundreflash = thunder flash.
Yue: You’re rushing things
Phantomness: I know
Syaoran: *sighs*
Phantomness: And I just realized I keep jumping tenses between past and present. Sorry readers!