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DucksRMagical Joined: 28 December 2006 Posts: 2095 Location: Boycotting All Future Warner Brothers Films	Posted: Saturday 24 November 2007 02 52 45 pm in topic:Albus Potter and the Secrets Within Thanks, Phoenix! I'm trying to make it sound British. If anyone has any suggestions about things I should change to make it sound more British, just let me know. Chapter 11: Parties and Pranks During the next few weeks, the teachers had increased their homework, each insisting that the students needed to increase their studying time. Albus found himself doing homework every day after dinner, and finding it hard to have time to have snow ball fights outside. Albus hadn't forgotten about his cleaning detention with Washburn, and was doing even more to try to stay away from him. During class, Albus woudln't even look at Washburn. He did not say a single word during Charms anymore. No more talking to John and Matt while they were practicing making fruit walk across their desks. Albus had noticed that James had changed since the detention. He was quieter, and often sat in a corner of the common room with their cousins Cedric and Ben, whereas he used to be at the center of attention, talking about Quidditch games. Albus guessed he was still scared about what happened during detention. Albus hadn't mentioned the incident to anyone, so only him, John,and Matt knew. Of course, James had told Cedric, Ben, and his friend Nathan, but Albus rarely noticed them talking about it. He was also a bit afraid of what the incident meant, but not nearly as much as James was. Before they knew it, Christmas break was upon them. There was one day left, which was the day of Slughorn's Christmas party. The entire school was talking about it, and envious students who had not received invitations were constantly dropping hints to invited students about going with them. Albus would have gladly given up his invitation, but since all his cousins, James, and his dad were going, he had to go too. Albus, John, and Matt had decided they should go a little later than the party actually started, so they could try to slip in unnoticed. John in particular, was very excited about going. “Which Quidditch player do you think Slughorn's invited?” he asked as they walked down to the dungeons. “Dunno. Maybe he's invited a couple!” Matt responded excitedly. “Yeah! I sure hope so,” John said. “Guess we're about to find out,” Albus told them as he opened the door and walked into the dungeon. It was packed. Albus noticed most of his cousins, with their flaming red hair. The few who had not inherited the hair were blending in with everyone else. “Blimey! How are we supposed to find the Quidditch players with all these people here?” John exclaimed. “No idea. How about we head for the food and hope we find them on the way?” Matt asked. “Sounds good. C'mon, Albus,” John said as he pushed through people to get to the food. Albus and Matt followed. “You see Willinson anywhere?” Albus whispered. “No, but it's hard to tell if he's here or not,” John answered. “I'm sure he's here somewhere. Keep your eyes out for him,” Albus told his friends. “I've got to stay away from him.” When the boys arrived at the food table, they saw that Rose and Amanda were already there. “Hi. Did you just get here?” Rose asked. “Yup, wanted to slip in unnoticed,” Albus told her as he grabbed a plate and started filling it. “Seen anyone interesting yet?” “Yeah, actually. The rumor about the Quidditch players was right,” Rose responded. “Really!? Who's here?” John shouted, as he scanned the crowd. “Oliver Wood. He used to be Keeper for Puddlemere United,” Rose told him. “I know who he played for, Rose. He's really here? That's brilliant. Puddlemere United's my team,” John told them. “We know, you've told us a million times,” Rose said exasperatingly. “Who else?” Albus asked. “Helena Yaspies, current Chaser for Chudley Cannons,” Amanda told them. Matt started choking and spat out his mouthful of butterbeer. Albus slapped him on the back. “You okay, Mate?” “I'm fine!” Matt coughed, “The Chudley Cannons are my team! I've got to find her! Anyone got a quill for an autograph?” Rose laughed. “You guys are crazy.” “Nothing crazy about wanting to meet your favorite Quidditch players,” John told her. “Blimey, Oliver Wood...” “I ever tell you that my dad used to play on the Gryffindor team with Oliver Wood?” Albus asked John. This time it was John's turn to spit out his butterbeer. “No! You never did! Why not?” Albus laughed. “You never asked. Anyway, he was captain when my dad joined the team in his first year. They played on the team together until my dad's third year..” “Blimey! That's brilliant! So, you could have met him?” John asked. “I have, Mate,” Albus smiled. “You're kidding!” John shouted, “Well, what are we waiting for? Go introduce me!” Albus laughed. “Ok, let's go find him. You want to come, Rose and Amanda?” Rose sighed, “Sure, I guess.” “Any chance you know Helena Yaspies?” Matt asked. “Nope, sorry. Never met her,” Albus told his friend as they maneuvered their way through the crowd. “There he is, Albus!” John shouted, pointing to the back of the room. “He's talking to your dad.” Albus made his way to the back of the room, his friends following behind him. The room was slightly less crowded in the back. There was still no sign of Willinson. “Hi, Al!” Harry waved at Albus. “Hi, Dad.” “What's up? Enjoying the party? I know you're not a fan of these, but thanks for coming,” Harry told Albus. He bent down so only Albus could hear what he next said, “You know, I wasn't a fan of these either, when I was in Hogwarts.” “How are you, Albus? Enjoying school?” Oliver asked. “Yeah, it's great!” Albus responded. “These are my friends, John Brickston- he's a big Puddlemere United supporter, Matt Eckerton, and Amanda Tagger.” “Hi, nice to meet you,” Oliver told Albus's friends. “So, you support Puddlemere United, John?” “Yeah!” John shouted, his eyes lit up. “I've been to a few games. I saw you in the last game you played in! I was 9, but I remember it like it was yesterday. Such spectacular saves.” Oliver laughed, “That was a good game. I'm glad you enjoyed it.” “It was awesome!” John said. A tall brunette came walking over to the group, carrying a small boy on her hip. A little girl was trailing behind her with a plate of Christmas cookies. “Hey, Heather,” Oliver put his arm around the woman. “John, Matt, Amanda, this is my wife, Heather. And this,” Oliver took the little boy from his wife and put him on his shoulders, “is my 2 year old son, Alex. And my daughter, Holly who is 6.” “Hi,” John and Matt said together. “I stopped playing Keeper shortly after Alex was born. Couldn't keep up all the traveling with 2 kids.” “I remember that,” John told him, “I was kinda mad, but was just glad I got to see your last game.” Oliver laughed, “I understand. I would have been mad if I were you, too. But I've got high hopes for little Alex here. He can already fly his toy broom expertly. And Holly's already flying a real broom!” Oliver beamed, he was obviously proud of his kids. “That's pretty neat!” Matt replied, “My mum wouldn't let me on a broom until I was 8.” “Holly was on one at 5. But just because you start late doesn't mean you'll be a bad Quidditch player,” Oliver explained, “Look at your DADA teacher! Hadn't set one leg over a broom until he was 11.” “Yeah, but I'm rubbish at Quidditch,” Matt told him. “Hey, Mr. Wood, could you sign my Quaffle?” John produced a Quaffle from his bag and held it out to Oliver. “You brought a Quaffle?!” Rose exclaimed. “'Course! After hearing those rumors, how could I not bring one?” “Sure, I'll sign it,” Oliver took the Quaffle and signed it with a quill that he pulled out of his robes. He then handed it back to John. “Thank you,” John whispered, as he stared in awe at the Quaffle. “How 'bout you, Matt?” Oliver asked, “You want an autograph?” “Sure! But I don't have a Quaffle.” “That's okay. I've got some parchment,” Oliver signed some parchment and gave it to Matt. “Thanks!” Matt pocketed the parchment. Alex started whining. “Hungy, hungy!” “Well, boys, I've got to go get some food for little Alex, here,” Oliver told them, “Enjoy the party!” He and Heather walked towards the food table with Holly behind them. “Wow, just wow,” John told his friends, “That was so cool.” “I'll say,” Matt replied. “I can't believe you two know him!” John told Albus and Rose. Rose rolled her eyes, “It's no big deal.” “You just don't like Quidditch that much,” Albus told her, “It's cause you're horrible on a broom.” “Shut it, Albus,” Rose glared at him. “Where's Helena Yaspies?” John scanned the crowd, “Any of you lot seen her?” “Nope, not yet,” Albus told them. “No, but look over there near Slughorn's desk. It's Willinson,” Matt whispred. Albus groaned. “Excellent!” John grinned. “What?” Albus looked at him like he was crazy, “Why on earth do you want to see him?” “I've been plotting a little prank,” John whispred, “C'mere.” He pulled them behind a table and they all crouched down. John pulled a box out of his bag. “This is an Exploding Eclair.” “What?” Amanda asked. “Exploding Eclair,” John repeated, “I bought it through owl-order from your uncle's store, Albus.” “What are you going to do with it?” Albus eyed him warily, he happened to have been on the receiving end of an Exploding Eclair at the family dinner before start of term. His cousin, Bradley, had done it. “Plant it on Willinson's plate,” John told them, “But I'll need your help. When Willinson sets his plate down, walk by him. Close enough that he can see you, but far enough that he'll have to leave his plate unattended. Then I'll put the eclair on it. And when he bites into it, bam! It'll explode.” “Brilliant!” Matt shouted. “I dunno. It'll make him real mad,” Albus said. “But he won't know it's us! That's the beauty of it. There's so many people here,” John explained, “But to be on the safe side, we'll leave right after. We don't want to stay if he's here anyway.” “True,” Albus agreed. “Everyone in, then?” John asked, grinning. “Yep,” they all stated. “Then let's go,” John got up from under the table and his friends followed. Willinson was still by the desk, so Albus, Matt, Amanda, and Rose headed over. They walked next to the food table and waited until Willinson noticed them. It didn't take long. He spotted them, smirked, and set down his food. Albus saw John close in on his plate. “Hello, Potty, Weasel, and company,” Willinson glared, “Enjoying the party? I'm just waiting until the moment you explode again, Potty.” “Willinson,” Albus snarled, “I'm not planning on exploding. Are you?” “'Course not. When have I ever exploded? You on the other hand,” Willinson laughed, “Don't like the popularity, do you, baby Potty?” “Shut it,” Matt stepped towards Willinson. “What're you going to do about it, Shrimp?” Willinson towered over Matt by at least a foot. “You think I'd tell you what I'd do? Think I'm stupid? If I told you, you'd know how to block it,” Matt growled. “I doubt there's a curse you know that I don't know how to block.” “Probably, but I know you wouldn't start anything with Professor Potter a few feet away,” Matt jerked his head in the direction of Harry. At that moment, Albus looked over and saw John. John winked at him and walked away from Willinson's plate. “Well, I think I've had enough of your company tonight, Willinson,” Albus annonced, “Have a horrible Christmas.” Albus started to walk towards John, and his friends followed. “Got it planted, then?” Albus asked when they reached John. “Yup,” John gave him a thumbs up, “We're on.” They walked over to the door of the dungeon so they could escape easily if needed. Willinson picked up his plate and wandered back over to his friends. As they were talking, he picked up the eclair and bit into it. The explosion was amazing. As soon as Willinson bit the eclair, cream exploded all over his face and in a 2 foot radius around him. A few bystanders were hit as well. It didn't seem possible that that much cream could fit in one eclair. “Bloody Hell!” Willinson shouted, and the whole dungeon went silent. Everyone looked at Willinson and started laughing. Willinson looked around the room and his gaze fell on Albus. “I'll get you for this, Potty,” he seethed as he stormed out of the dungeon. “That was bloody brilliant,” John said once Willinson had disappeared into the hallway. “Yeah, it was!” Matt agreed. The girls and Albus nodded. “But he said he'd get us. We'd better be on the lookout. He knows it was us,” Albus told them. “He can't know it was us!” Matt said. “Yeah, I guess. But he'd still get us even if he doesn't know who did it,” Albus reasoned. “But it's Christmas break tomorrow, so it doesn't matter!” John grinned. “I suppose you're right,” Albus smiled, “But let's get to the common room anyway. His friends agreed, and the five of them made their way to Gryffindor tower. ******* It was still early when they made it back to the common room, so it was quite crowded. However, Amanda spotted a few chairs in the back for them to occupy. “So, who's excited about Christmas?” John asked, “I sure am, I could use a break from studying.” “You're not going to get a break,” Rose told him, “We've got loads of homework.” “Way to put a damper on things, Rose,” John answered, “But at least there's no classes!” “I'm looking forward to Christmas,” Albus said, “I love Christmas.” “What do you usually do for the holidays?” Amanda asked. “Oh, it's great! We all go to my grandma and grandpa's house. Everyone. My family, Rose's family, all our aunts, uncles, and cousins. It's pretty crowded, but it's still fun. I love it. Usually someone winds up having too much to drink and there's loads of jokes played on people,” Albus said excitedly. “Yeah, it's pretty neat. We don't all stay the whole break, though. Because most of us have other family to visit. My family usually stays until a few days after Christmas and then we spend the rest of the holiday with my mum's parents,” Rose explained, “But Albus's family spends the whole break at the Burrow, that's what we call my grandparents' house.” “Yep. But most of our cousins go straight to the Burrow from Hogwarts. My family always goes home first, to visit my grandparents' graves. We always do that on Christmas Eve. Dad's been going ever since he was 17, every year on Christmas Eve. Then we get the Burrow late that night.” “What do you do you guys do for Christmas?” Rose asked. “Oh, I love Christmas too,” John smiled, “We stay at my house and my aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents all come over. They never all come at the same time, though, so it gets pretty crazy. My mum freaks out because she never knows how much to cook. And usually someone starts arguing about something, but it's all right. My family loves to argue, but we never get real mad at each other.” “Sounds pretty cool. You have a lot of cousins, John?” Amanda asked. “A fair amount. Most of them are all younger than me, though. 'Course that means they're great to play tricks on,” John laughed. “Well, my family celebrates Hannukah,” Amanda told everyone. “Oh, that's neat,” Albus told her. “Yeah, it's good. I'm just glad Hannukah is late this year, so I'll be home for it. Sometimes it's at the end of November. But anyway, I have a pretty small family. Just 3 cousins and my aunt and uncle. And my little brother and older sister. My cousins usually come over for two days or so and we all exchange presents. It's quiet, but fun.” “Sounds fun,” John agreed, “But I love my huge loud family. What do you do, Matt? You've been awful quiet.” Matt looked up from the table. “Chirstmas has never been all that fun for me, I guess. We usually go down to Australia to visit my grandparents.” “That sounds like fun to me,” John told Matt. “Well, it's not. I don't like Australia. That's where-” But Matt suddenly stopped talking. “Where what?” John asked. “Nothing, nothing. It's just, that's where I, er, got sick for the first time. You know, how I get sick so much.” “Oh.” “Yeah, anyway, well, we visit my grandparents. My parents, me and my sister go. My mum's a muggle born, and we visit her parents. They don't like me too much. I dunno why. It's always very formal when we visit them. They're rich and stuck up. Never let me do anything there. I have to just sit still and they're always staring at me. Guess they don't want me to break anything. Luckily we only visit them at Christmas. I don't have any cousins. My dad's got a brother, but he's living in America, so we don't see him much either. We usually visit him over the summer. My dad's parents died a long time ago, before I was born. So I don't have much family. I just wish we'd spend Christmas at home.” Albus, John, Amanda, and Rose just looked at Matt. “I'm sorry, Matt. I wish you had a better Christmas,” Rose said sympathetically. “Why don't you spend Christmas with us?” Albus asked, “No one'll notice another person in the Burrow.” “That's a great idea!” Rose shouted. “I dunno. I don't think my parents will let me. Especially this short notice,” Matt looked down glumly. “My mum likes all of us to be together on Christmas. She seems to think every year it'l be different. That my grandparents will loosen up. But they never do.” “Blimey,” John whispered, “That stinks.” “I know,” Matt agreed. At that moment, James came bursting in with his friend, Nathan. They both made a beeline for Albus's table. “Was it really you?” James shouted breathlessly, “Did you give Willinson the Exploding Eclair?” John grinned. “It was my idea.” “Brilliant, just brilliant,” James smiled, “The look on his face.” “Yeah, but you lot had better watch out when you next see him. He seemed to know it was you,” Nathan told them. “I'm not worried,” John answered, “He'll probably forget about it over break.” “I sure hope so,” Albus stated. He looked at his watch. It was midnight. “Well, I'm off to bed. I'll see you guys in the morning. “We'd all better go to bed,” Rose stood up, “I think the train's leaving at noon tomorrow.” Albus got up out of his chair and headed to the staircase. He couldn't wait to go to the Burrow. He missed being surrounded by his family all the time. He missed his grandmother's cooking. Thoughts of the delicious food filed his head as he drifted off into a pleasant, dreamless sleep.
DucksRMagical Joined: 28 December 2006 Posts: 2095 Location: Boycotting All Future Warner Brothers Films	Posted: Tuesday 6 November 2007 12 19 40 pm in topic:Albus Potter and the Secrets Within (Just ignore that other topic, it wasn't meant to be there. I deleted it. There were some technical difficulties. All real chapters will be posted in this topic and they will be posted chapter by chapter). Chapter 7: Caught Friday came too quickly for Albus's liking. He was not looking forward to the Slug Club meeting. Since the meeting and Gryffindor Quidditch try-outs were at the same time, James wouldn't be joining Albus at the meeting. Albus had tried to get out of the meeting by watching try-outs, but the team captain decided to not let any spectators at the try-outs. A large number of students had wanted to attend just to see James, and the captain didn't want anyone to disrupt the try-outs. Later that day, Albus and Rose walked down to the dungeons together. Albus was dreading the meeting. They walked into the meeting to see that most everyone else was already there. Albus already knew most of them. All his cousins were there, along with various other Order members' children. However, there were a few faces Albus had never seen before. “Ah! Albus and Rose!” Slughorn gestured to a few chairs in the room, “Please have a seat. You already know many of the people here. But I don't believe you know Tami Tobias and Frank Belleville?” he said, gesturing to a blond haired girl and a black haired boy. “Tami is a 6th year Ravenclaw who brews the most excellent potions. And Frank is a 4th year Hufflepuff who can already perform nonverbal spells!” “Er, hi,” Albus responded. “Hello,” Rose smiled. Unfortunately for Albus; Tami and Frank, along with Slughorn, spent much of the meeting hounding Albus with questions about his dad, the battle, and Albus's childhood. Eventually, Albus just got fed up with it. “Look, my dad's told you all he wants to tell you. You're not going to learn anything else from asking me!” Albus shouted. Slughorn looked taken aback. “I thought you'd enjoyed talking about it. Your brother always enjoys telling stories about his childhood.” “Well, I'm not James, now, am I?” Albus shouted. Everyone else was now staring at him. Albus jumped up from his chair and stormed out the door, slamming it behind him. Albus stamped his feet the whole way up to the common room. He went through the portrait and was immediately bombarded by James. “Albus! I got it! I'm the new Seeker!” James shouted over the noise, jumping up and down and spilling his butterbeer all over the floor. “That's great, James, really great,” Albus told him, trying to sound somewhat excited. “What? You're not happy for me? I thought you would be. Dad's ecstatic. I told him as soon as I was done at tryouts,” James said tentatively. “No, I am excited,” Albus responded glumly. All he wanted to do was go to bed, but James blocked his path. “What's wrong? I can tell something's wrong. Tell me,” James said, in a voice that sounded strangely like their mother's. “It's the Slug Club. I just left. All anyone wanted to do was listen to me blabber on about my childhood,” Albus shouted, all the anger coming back in full force. “They wouldn't stop bothering me until I screamed at them and stormed out.” James just stared at Albus. “And to top it all off, Slughorn said he thought I'd LIKE talking about all that, just because you do!” Albus screamed at James and punched the nearest armchair. “Boy, you do have Dad's temper,” James told Albus, “I'm sorry I couldn't be there. I'll be there at all the others. I swear. Well, unless there's Quidditch practice.” “Others?! You really think I'm going to another one of those?” Albus shouted disgustedly. “Well, Slughorn has them all throughout the year. Sometimes they're kind of fun. You know Dad used to go to them.” “Fun?! Fun?! How could that possibly be fun? And I know Dad used to go to them, he didn't exactly enjoy them, now did he?” Albus seethed. “Yeah, some of them are fun,” James shifted from foot to foot. Albus could tell he was nervous. “Just go back to your party. You deserve it. Good job at making Seeker, I really do mean that. But I think I'm going to bed. Good night.” “'Night,” James said as he rejoined his party. Albus walked up to his dormitory. It was still relatively early, so Albus was surprised to see Matt there. Matt had returned at breakfast yesterday morning, but he still didn't seem himself, so John and Albus did not bring up the question of him being ill. Albus went over to Matt's bed and pulled back the curtains. Matt was sound asleep. That was strange. He just spent 2 days in the Hospital Wing, why was he still tired? Was he still sick? Albus sighed, he wouldn't be able to question Matt tonight. Well, turning in early would do Albus some good too. Maybe he'd be able to calm down after the evening's excitement. He got into his pajamas and got into bed. ******** Unfortunately, Albus did not have a restful sleep. He was having vivid nightmares which involved Slughorn questioning him while James stood behind him, laughing. This same image kept recurring over and over again. Albus tossed and turned and eventually, a new dream came over him. [i]Albus was sitting in a dark empty room. A man in a dark cloak appeared next to him. “He will return,” the man said. “What?” Albus asked. “Who's returning?” “He's coming. He'll find a way. He will return.” “Tell me! Who?” Albus shouted. “He will return, he will return, he will return....” the man said over and over again.[/i] Albus awoke with a start. He was sweating. What was that about? He had never had such a vivid dream. Who was going to return? Albus raked his brains, and then it hit him. It felt like he'd been punched in the stomach. Of course! He jumped out of bed and put on his dressing robes. It must be late, he thought. Matt, John, and Bilius were still sleeping. Albus tip-toed out of dormitory and carefully shut the door behind him. Albus had to see his dad. He didn't care that it was the middle of the night. He ran out of the common room and into the empty corridor. It was strange wandering around this late. Albus had never walked around the castle at night. He didn't care that he wasn't supposed to be out of his dormitory this late. All he thought about was telling his dad about that dream. Albus ran down the stairs, probably making too much noise. As he rounded the corner, someone reached out and grabbed his shoulder. Albus screamed. “Shut up!” a man shouted, “You'll wake the whole school. Then we'll have a real problem.” Albus looked into the eyes of the man who had caught him. It was Professor Washburn. “Well, well, Mr. Potter is out of bed. And this late at night? Surely, he must be up to no good,” Washburn sneered. Albus heard the happiness in his tone. “We'd better be off to my office, shall we?” Albus stood where he was. “No, I have to see my dad.” “Running to Daddy, are we? Isn't that sweet. Unfortunately for you, wandering corridors at night is against the rules, therefore, I will punish you.” Washburn grabbed Albus's hand and dragged him to his office. Albus's was really sweating now. What would Washburn do to him? When they entered Washburn's dark office,Washburn forced Albus into a chair directly in front of his desk. Washburn slammed his hands on his desk. “So, decided to have a little midnight strole? Care to tell me what you were up to?” he glared at Albus, not blinking. “I've already told you. I need to see my dad,” Albus told him, nervously. “Surely, that could wait till morning? I bet you were setting up some kind of prank. Am I right? You know, I've caught your brother out of bed many a time for just that reason.” So that was it. Washburn hated James, so he in turn hated Albus too. That was the second time in the past 12 hours that Albus had been compared to James. “I am NOT like my brother!” he stood up, fists clenched and stared at Washburn. Washburn smiled. “I seem to have struck a nerve. But it hardly matters what you were doing out of bed. The fact remains that students are not to be out of bed at,” he glanced at his watch, “1:37 in the morning. Now, to discuss your punishment.” “You can discuss my punishment after I see my dad,” Albus glared at Washburn. “Sit back down, Potter. I know you're just trying to get dear old Dad to save you.” Albus remained standing. “I AM NOT!” he screamed, “I have something really important to discuss with him!” “Fine, but I'll take you to see him, so I can make sure you're punished,” Washburn spat. Albus didn't say another word. He ran out the door. “Wait! Get back here, boy! I told you I'm taking you!” Washburn ran to catch up with Albus, breathing heavily. He was clearly out of shape. The two of them walked to Harry's office in complete silence. “Well, here we are,” Washburn stated, pushing Albus aside and opening the door. “Potter! Wake up! I caught your son out of bed.” Harry quickly walked out of his bedroom. He had also been up after having a nightmare of his own. Harry looked at Albus and Washburn and jumped. “Sorry, I expected it to be James.” “So did I. He insists that he discuss something with you before I punish him,” Washburn told Harry in a disgruntled voice. Harry looked worriedly at Albus. “What is it? Are you okay, Al?” “I just need to tell you something...” Albus replied, looking warily at Washburn. “I must ask you to leave, Professor Washburn. I think this needs to be private.” “Fine! I'll wait outside the door, but he will be punished!” Washburn yelled as he walked out the door and slammed it behind him. As soon as he left, Albus relayed his whole dream to Harry. Harry pulled Albus into a hug and told him, “Albus, I don't think your nightmare had any kind of significance. It was just a bad dream.” “But, it seemed so real! And you had dreams like this when you were younger, and they were real!” “Yes, that's because I could see Voldemort's thoughts. You know that. I think that hearing so much about the battle over and over again this week and being bombarded with questions about it has caused you to be worried,” Harry explained. “I understand your fears. I still have nightmares about it. But I think the best thing for you to do is just forget about it.” “But, what if it is real?” Albus asked in a worried tone. “Think about it, Al. How could he come back? He's dead. Even in the Wizarding world, no one can come back from the dead.” “Yeah, I suppose you're right. It was just so vivid and scary.” “I know. Now I only hope that as you spend more time at Hogwarts, people will stop asking you so many questions. For tonight, I think you should have some Sleeping Draught,” Harry walked over to his cabinet and poured a potion into a small bottle. I'll take you back to Gryffindor Tower, and drink this before you get into bed.” “But what about detention?” “Don't worry. You won't get detention. But wandering the corridors is against the rules, so please don't do it anymore. Just send word with a portrait from the common room if you need me, and I'll meet you in the common room. Now, let's get you back to bed. Just follow me and don't say anything. I'll deal with Washburn.” Harry opened the door and left the room. Albus followed. “There will be no detention tonight, Professor Washburn. Albus really did need to tell me something that was worrying him. It's perfectly understandable what he did. I've talked to him and he won't do it again,” Harry explained calmly. “But, he broke the rules!” Washburn screamed. “Careful, you'll wake the whole castle,” Harry told him as he continued to walk down the halls with Albus following quickly behind. They left Washburn standing with his mouth open in the hallway. When Albus got back to his bed, he took his potion and had a dreamless, restful sleep.
DucksRMagical Joined: 28 December 2006 Posts: 2095 Location: Boycotting All Future Warner Brothers Films	Posted: Thursday 1 November 2007 05 10 32 pm in topic:Albus Potter and the Secrets Within Chapter 6: Mysteries When Albus awoke the next morning, Matt still hadn't returned from the Hospital Wing. John suggested that they go visit Matt before class, but since the two boys had gotten up late, they only had time to grab a quick bite to eat before heading to Potions in the dungeons. "Good morning, class!" an old, round, professor greeted them, "I'm Professor Slughorn, your Potions Master. Today, we shall be learning about the basics of potion brewing, including the importance of proper stirring, heat, and ingredients. Please open your books to page 6." The class opened their books and spent the whole lesson listening to Slughorn and copying down notes. "Well, we're pretty much out of time, so I'll see you all next lesson. Could I have Albus Potter and Rose Weasley please stop by my desk on their way out?" Slughorn told the class. "I'll see you in Transfiguration, John. Tell Professor Patil where I am," Albus told his friend. He had a feeling he knew what Slughorn wanted. James had warned him about it. Albus and Rose walked cautiously up to Slughorn's desk after everyone else had left. "Ah! Young Potter and Weasley. Now, I would like to tell you about a little gathering I have scheduled for Friday. It's for the students in the school whose parents are, for lack of a better term, popular. Or those who have shown exceptional magical skill. Of course, I'd be pleased if the both of you would attend. I'm sure your siblings and cousins will be attending. They seemed to like them in the past years," Slughorn informed them. "Well, er, I guess we could make it," Albus told Slughorn, while looking at Rose. "Yes, we'll be there. See you next lesson, Professor," Rose told him, as the two of them left the dungeon. "I knew it was only a matter of time before we were invited to the Slug Club," Albus groaned. James loved the Slug Club. It gave him a whole lot more attention and more people for him to tell his stories too. But Albus didn't like the fame. He would have rather skipped the party, but as James and his cousins were going, it would be hard not to. "Well, maybe it'll be fun," Rose stated in a hopeful tone. Albus rolled his eyes and the two of them went to Transfiguration. *********** Matt didn't show up in classes all day. Albus and John were really starting to worry. They decided to visit him before dinner. When they got into the Hospital Wing, they didn't see Matt right away. There was one girl occupying a bed with her arm in a sling. Madam Pomfrey was fussing over her. "I really think you need to stay here tonight. You can leave in the morning!" "But, Madam Pomfrey, I've been here all day. My arm's fine!" the girl exclaimed. "No, I will not have it! You can leave in the morning," Madam Pomfrey said in a tone that was not to be argued with. The girl pouted and stopped talking. Albus and John approached Madam Pomfrey. "Um, where's Matt Eckerton? We brought him here last night," John said tentatively. "He's back there," she said, pointing to a bed with the curtains pulled around it. "Well, can we see him?" Albus asked. "No, I'm sorry, but you can't. He's not in any state to have visitors at the moment. You can come see him this time tomorrow," Madam Pomfrey said hurriedly. "But could you at least tell us if he's ok?" Albus asked. "He'll be fine in a few days. Now, you two should head down to dinner. You can see Matt tomorrow." Albus and John walked glumly down to the Great Hall. "That was strange. James said you can usually visit your friends when they're in the Hospital Wing," Albus told John. "Very weird. You know, I think Matt's keeping something from us. Madam Pomfrey seemed like she was expecting him last night, and now no one can visit him," John told Albus in a worried tone. "We'll ask him about it when he gets out of the Hospital Wing. I don't think he'll be inclined to tell us tomorrow," Albus reasoned. ********* The next day, Gryffindor first years had DADA again. Nothing extraordinarily exciting happened during class. They mostly took notes on using Expeliarmus, the disarming spell. Harry said they would start being able to practice it on each other in the next class. John and Albus were really looking forward to this, as they really hadn't used their wands for anything yet. Charms, however, was quite eventful. Professor Washburn started class by taking attendance as usual. He gave a menacing glare to all the Gryffindors as he called their names. But Albus thought he stared especially long at him. "Take out your wands," snarled Wahsburn, "we're practicing levitation today. Everyone take a feather." Washburn waved his wand and a feather appeared in front of each student. "Remember to swish and flick." "Swish and flick," murmured Albus from the back table. He waved his wand and said, "Wingardium Leviosa!" Nothing happened. He tried over and over again. Still, nothing happened. John, however, managed to do it. "Look, Albus!" John exclaimed, "I've done it!" John's feather had rose a few inches off the table, and fell down again. "Congratulations," Albus said flatly, his feather still remaining quite still on the table. "I've done it, too!" Rose shouted. Her feather had also rose off the table, but it managed to make it a few feet in the air before falling. Washburn stormed out from behind his desk and rounded on the back table, where Albus, John, Rose, and Amanda were sitting. "Well, do it again!" he growled. John and Rose looked at him nervously and picked up their wands. "Wingardium Leviosa!" they said at the same time. Both their feathers rose feebly into the air and fell down again. "Pathetic," Washburn muttered, "Potter! You do it!" he shouted at Albus. "But, Professor, I haven't managed it yet," Albus muttered quietly. "You'll do what I tell you to do! Perform the spell!" Washburn seemed to be getting angrier by the minute. Albus nervously picked up his wand. His arm was shaking, this would not turn out good. "Wingardium Leviosa," he muttered very quietly. His feather leaped into the air and caught fire. The whole class, which had been staring at the back table for quite some time, screamed. The flame from the feather caught onto Washburn's robes and set them on fire as well. "Bloody Hell!" Washburn screamed. He grabbed Albus's wand out of his hand and produced water from it to douse the flames. "Potter! You'll be getting detention and 20 points from Gryffindor!" he shouted, glaring at Albus. "Class dismissed. Get out, all of you except Potter." Albus was visibly shaking now. The rest of the class quickly left, the Gryffindors glancing anxiously at Albus. He walked slowly up to Washburn's desk. "Well, you seem to have a knack for causing trouble, Potter," Wahsburn spat. "I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't mean to," Albus muttered, on the verge of tears. "You'll be doing detention tonight, I don't care what other plans you might have. See you at 8pm." "But-" Washburn cut him off. "I said tonight, now get out!" he screamed. ******** Later that night, Albus trudged his way back to the common room after doing detention with Washburn. He had Albus do lines, so it wasn't too bad. But Washburn stared at Albus the whole time, his eyes like fire. Albus climbed through the portrait and saw just who he needed to talk to. "James, I've got to ask you something." "What is it?" James asked, walking away from his friends. He could sense that his brother wanted to talk to him alone. "Why does Washburn hate me?" Albus asked. "During the first class, I thought he just hated all Gryffindors, but today he made it clear that it's me he hates." "Really? It's well known he hates Gryffindors. But he's always seemed to hate me more than everyone else," James explained, "I always assumed it's because I cause so much trouble. You on the other hand, have always been so quiet. What did you do to him?" Albus mumbled something incoherent. "What?" "I set him on fire." James burst out laughing. "It's not funny! I didn't mean to do it. We were doing levitation, and he asked me to levitate the feather in front of everyone, when he knew I hadn't managed to do it before. My arm was shaking so much I knew the spell wouldn't work. The feather caught fire as soon as I muttered the spell, and then it spread to Washburn's robes. I got lines and 20 points taken from Gryffindor," Albus looked down, ashamed. James looked stunned. "But that's a mistake any first year could have made. I do see how he got mad, though. I think you should just try to avoid him. Sit in the back, don't say anything. Ignore him in the halls. That's what I do. I still get way more detentions from him than any other teacher, but I think I've become immune to them. Well, I'd better get back to my friends. See you later." Albus contemplated this information. Washburn hated all Gryffindors, but he hated James and Albus the most. Why? It didn't make sense. Neither Albus nor James had met Washburn before Hogwarts. "Albus!" John came running into the common room, "I've just been with Matt." "How is he?" Albus asked. "Not good. He's covered in more of those cuts and bruises. Said he'd tripped on his way to the bathroom. He kept avoiding talking about being ill. Just wanted to talk about what's going on in the school. So I told him about you setting Washburn on fire. He thought it was hilarious." "It's NOT!" Albus shouted. He was sick of everyone thinking it was funny. The story had already made it around the school and at dinner everyone was staring at him more than usual. Some students even high fived him and patted him on the back. It seemed like Washburn was disliked by many students. "Okay, okay," John said, putting his hands up, "Anyway, Matt said he'd be back in class tomorrow morning. Madam Pomfrey just wanted him to stay the rest of the night." "Good. Let's go to bed. I'm exhausted," Albus said. He and John climbed up the circular staircase to the dormitory.
DucksRMagical Joined: 28 December 2006 Posts: 2095 Location: Boycotting All Future Warner Brothers Films	Posted: Wednesday 31 October 2007 08 14 57 am in topic:Halloween Felix Felicis, I think. I didn't win. Oh well. Here's my Professor Trelawney costume. I also wear a scarf as a headband, Harry Potter glasses, and a lot of jewelry. And I make my hair extra poofy. I look a lot like her once I'm all dressed up. Except I'm taller than her. [url=http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p301]http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p301 ... 2_0797.jpg
DucksRMagical Joined: 28 December 2006 Posts: 2095 Location: Boycotting All Future Warner Brothers Films	Posted: Saturday 27 October 2007 06 20 50 pm    Post subject: Halloween in topic:Halloween What's everyone doing for Halloween? Who's dressing up and what are you dressing up as? I'm dressing up as Deathly Hallows. The actual book! We had a costume contest at work today. But I don't know if I won yet. I spent all week painting it. I finished it on Thursday. I'm also entering a contest at school on Tuesday. Winner gets $100. I'm debating about whether to go as the book or go as Professor Trelawney on Halloween. Here's the front. [url=http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p301]http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p301 ... 2_0787.jpg Close up of the title. [url=http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p301]http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p301 ... 2_0789.jpg The back. [url=http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p301]http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p301 ... 2_0790.jpg And the side. [url=http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p301]http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p301 ... 2_0791.jpg
DucksRMagical Joined: 28 December 2006 Posts: 2095 Location: Boycotting All Future Warner Brothers Films	Posted: Thursday 25 October 2007 05 51 44 pm in topic:Albus Potter and the Secrets Within Chapter 4: A Big Surprise "Get up, Albus! Get up!" Albus awoke with a start and saw John's face looking down at him. "Huh? Wha's going on?" Albus said sleepily. "First day of lessons! Let's go down to breakfast," John responded, excitedly. He was bouncing around the room, waking up all his fellow Gryffindors. Albus got up and put on his robes. "Okay, I'm ready," "Great! Bilius is up too. But I can't get Matt up. He sleeps like a log," John said as he shook Matt some more. Matt finally got up and put his robes on. The four Gryffindor first year boys met the girls in the common room. Rose, Amanda, Janie Creevey, and two other girls Albus had not met yet. They introduced themselves as Karina and Marina Jordan-Bell. They were identical twins with long black hair and blue eyes. The first years walked down to the Great Hall, only getting lost once. When Albus walked into the Great Hall, he glanced up at the head table and his jaw dropped. He stopped walking and an older Hufflepuff bumped into him. "Sorry," she said as she walked past. Albus didn't pay any attention to her. He continued to stare at the staff table. Sitting next to the headmaster, was his father. Albus shook his head and ran over to the Gryffindor table, where his fellow first years had already sat down. "James! James!" Albus shouted, "Look who's sitting next to Professor Kendrick! Isn't that Dad? What's he doing here? He doesn't teach here!" James was staring at Harry. "Yeah, I know. Funny how he never mentioned it. But I guess he must be the new DADA teacher. All the other teachers are there." "Duh, James! He couldn't have told us yet. Zorro just died yesterday. Obviously, Kendrick asked him last night. It was only a matter of time, wasn't it? I mean, he's got to be the most qualified wizard for the job, right?" Georgia had sat down next to James and talked some sense into him. "I suppose," James said as he started to eat his eggs. "Schedules! Here are your schedules!" Professor Longbottom had appeared near the Gryffindor table. Albus took his schedule from him and looked at it. He had DADA right after breakfast, then Charms, and after lunch he had double Herbology. "Looks like a decent schedule," John said, "Should be interesting having your dad as a teacher, Albus! I can't wait! I've got so many questions for him." "Yeah, should be wonderful," Albus said glumly as he dug into his waffles. Truthfully, Albus did not want his dad teaching at Hogwarts. With his dad here, Albus would be even more famous than usual. He did not like the staring eyes and the constant questions about his dad. ********** After breakfast, the Gryffindors headed to the DADA classroom, with John leading the way. Albus hung back with Matt, who was going pretty slow. "You okay, Matt?" Albus asked, "You look kind of sick. You want to go to the Hospital Wing?" "No, I'll be fine," Matt replied with a yawn, "Guess I didn't get to sleep until late, too nervous about lessons." When they arrived at the classroom, Albus ran and took the table way in the back. Matt and Amanda followed him. John hesitated, apparently torn with joining his new friends and sitting up front. Finally, he, too, went and sat in the back. "Why are we sitting back here?" John asked. "Cause it's my dad, John. How would you like it if your dad taught at Hogwarts?" Albus said in a rude tone. John didn't say anything. At that moment, another group of students came into the room. They were Slytherins. Scorpius Malfoy was leading them. "Great, we're with the Slytherins," John whispered to Matt, "Hope they're not going to ruin everything." John was about to launch into a tirade about Slytherins, but then Harry walked in. "Good morning," Harry said as he walked to the front desk, "I'm Professor Potter." A few of the girls in front giggled. "I'll start by taking attendance." Harry ran down the attendance sheet. Everyone was there. "Please open your books to page 5," Harry told the students. "Professor? Can you tell us about the battle? Please?" one of the twins asked, Albus didn't know which one. Harry sighed. "Well, I really don't like to talk about it much. But I suppose I could. I know you won't let it rest until I do," he smiled and looked at Albus, "I know my own kids, nieces, and nephews kept asking me until I told them." Albus sunk lower in his chair. John was sitting straight up, staring at Harry, hardly blinking. Amanda and Matt were also paying close attention. Harry's story about the battle lasted the whole period. The bell rang shortly after Harry finished. "Please read chapter one for next time, since we didn't get a chance to cover it in class," Harry told the students as they left. "And Albus, could you stay for a moment?" "You guys go on ahead," Albus told his friends, "I'll meet you in Charms." Albus approached his father's desk after all the other students had left. "Hi, Al, how was the Sorting? I see you did make it into Gryffindor. I knew you would," Harry said with a proud look on his face. "Yes, I did," Albus said, his eyes brimming with tears as he remembered what the hat had told him, "But it wanted to put me in Slytherin!" Albus started crying and he couldn't stop. "I told it to put me in Gryffindor, that's the only reason it did!" Harry quickly shut the door before responding. "I told you at the station that it did that to me, too." "But that's cause you were a Horcrux!" Albus sobbed, "I'm not a Horcrux, so why should I have done well in Slytherin? It put Rose in Gryffindor before it even touched her head. And James said it did that with him, too." "Yes, I know, but everyone's different. It means that you have qualities of many different houses. Even though I was not a Horcrux when you were born, aspects of Slytherin might still have been in me, and they were passed on to you. It doesn't mean you should be in Slytherin. The hat put you in Gryffindor because you wanted it to. A great man once told me 'it is our choices that show who we really are, far more than our abilities'. Albus Dumbledore was that man. He told me that when I was wondering the same thing you're wondering right now. You chose to be in Gryffindor, which makes you very different from the Slytherins. Don't worry about it," Harry explained, as he drew Albus into a hug. "O-k-kay," Albus stuttered, "J-just, d-don't tell J-James." "Don't worry, I won't. James doesn't even know that the hat considered putting me in Slytherin," Harry confided, "Now, I think you should be off to your next class. And don't worry about me teaching here. I'll treat you just like the other students, detentions and all." Albus laughed. "Well, you don't have to do that." "See you later, Al." "Bye, Dad." ********** Albus was a bit more cheerful for the rest of the day. He thoroughly enjoyed double Herbology. He had known Professor Longbottom since he was born, and Albus was very interested in magical plants. Charms, however, wasn't as enjoyable. The Charms professor, Professor Washburn was not very nice, and for some reason he seemed to have something against Gryffindors. Soon enough, dinner came, and right when Albus walked into the Great Hall, James came running over to him. "So, how was having Dad as a teacher?" James asked, breathlessly. "You know, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," Albus said, while sitting down and grabbing the nearest bowl of potatoes. "He spent the whole period tell about the battle because he figured no one would leave him alone until he did." "Sounds familiar!" James laughed, "Remember when we kept bugging him about it when I was 10? And then he said he'd tell us the whole story the summer before our first year of Hogwarts." "Yeah, I was kind of surprised he was so willing to tell the story. You know how he hates talking about it." "I know, but I suppose it's better for everyone to hear it sooner rather than later, and now Dad can get on to teaching," James explained as he shoved his mouth with chicken, "Should be pretty cool having him teach, he knows so much DADA." "Hey, Albus!" John shouted to Albus as he ran over to the Gryffindor table. Matt sat down on Albus's other side. "Hi John, Matt," Albus said, passing them the pumpkin juice. "Wow, this is just as good as last night!" John exclaimed as he piled his plate high with food, "I could definitely get used to this." "What? Did your mum starve you?" Albus said jokingly. "'Course not. But she didn't make as much variety," John explained. He turned to Matt. "You okay? You look kind of pale." That was an understatement. Matt looked like he was about to pass out in the potatoes. He hadn't touched any of the food and his golden plate was still empty. Matt was leaning his head on his hand and was yawning a lot. "I'm all right, I guess, just tired." Albus and John eyed him warily. "You sure?" Albus asked. "Yeah, I'm just not hungry tonight. I'll be fine." At that moment, the headmaster stood up. "If I could have your attention for just a bit, I have some more announcements." The room immediately fell silent. "Thank you. Now, as many of you have noticed, I did have success in securing a new DADA teacher and I would like to introduce him. This is Professor Potter." Kendrick gestured to Harry. "Now, I know many of you will have questions for him when you have your first DADA lesson, but I ask you not to pester him. He will tell you what he wants to, and nothing more. I would also like to tell you that if you want to try out for your house Quidditch team, please give your name to your head of house. That is all. Thank you." Kendrick sat back down again and proceeded to talk to Harry. "Well, I'm trying out for Seeker this year!" James announced to the whole Gryffindor table, "I've been down to the Pitch practicing on my Firebolt during lunch." "Good luck, James," Albus told him, "Dad'll be proud if you make the team." "I sure hope I do. It'll be cool having him watch the games." Albus turned to John. "You finished? We should probably get started on that homework." John groaned, "Yeah, I suppose. You gonna come, Matt?" Matt looked up from his plate. "Sure." The three boys started walking back up to the Common room, with Matt lagging behind. "Matt, are you sure you're ok? You're going pretty slow," Albus asked, with a nervous look on his face. "I think you should probably go to the hospital wing." Matt looked out the window. "I suppose you're probably right. You guys go on ahead, I'll meet you back in the Common room." "No, we're going to take you. You look ready to collapse," John insisted. They all trekked back down the stairs and to the Hospital Wing. When they got there, Madam Pomfrey was right by the door. "Matt! Come here, you look dreadful," she said, grabbing his shoulder and leading him to the bed, "Thanks for bringing him, boys, you can leave now." Madam Pomfrey shooed them out of the room. "You know, it almost looked like she was waiting for him," Albus said as he walked up the stairs. "Yeah, and she knew his name. That's odd. I don't think he's been there yet," John stated, "I wonder if he gets sick often? He does have an awful lot of cuts and bruises." "I know. I asked him about them on the train, before you came in. He said he was clumsy and quickly changed the subject." "Well, I'm sure he'll tell us about it when he's ready," John reasoned, "Cornish Pixie." The portrait opened and the two boys walked into the common room. They settled down to doing their homework with Amanda, Rose, Janie, Bilius, and the twins. After a few hours, Albus bid them good night. He walked up to his dormitory, changed into his pajamas, and climbed into bed. He pondered his lessons and the rest of his day. Albus was happy that having his dad there wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. But why did Professor Washburn dislike him and the other Gryffindors so much? And was Matt okay? He still hadn't returned to the common room. As Albus was worrying about Matt, he drifted off to sleep. Just after he drifted off, the Shrieking Shack screamed for the first time in years.
Scarlet Lioness Joined: 14 May 2005 Posts: 3787 Location: Music Studio in the depths of the Castle.	Posted: Thursday 25 October 2007 01 51 02 am in topic:Hogwarts '06/7 Misty was told by Johnathon a quick version of what had happened. She was shocked. Warrington was one of the best players on the Team. [i]Lily must be the replacement [/i]she thought. [i]Why wasn't I informed earlier, I am Head Girl [/i] Misty went back up to her dormitory, grabbed her new Quidditch robes and put them on. They looked good. She headed to Breakfast where the gossip was spreading very quickly. A few Slytherins were crying as she walked past them.
Phoenix in the Ashes Joined: 23 January 2005 Posts: 5120 Location: Wandering around the RPG Area	Posted: Thursday 25 October 2007 12 03 17 am in topic:Hogwarts '06/7 A portkey had been created at Dinas' request. It was an old, over-used looking Quaffle. At 7.00am he went down to the Quidditch Pitch, and placed the Quaffle right in the centre. Then he drew his wand and conjured vibrant signs and banners celebrating the first ever Hogwarts Quidditch team. Each member of the team had their very own banner with images of them executing stunning moves. Their Quidditch robes were black as night, apart from the v-neck collars striped with the four house colours. Their chosen numbers were superimposed in bright gold onto the image of a long, grey version of the crest on the back of the robes, the player's surname above it, also written in gold. The mighty Hogwarts crest was emblazoned large and magnificently on the front, with "HOGWARTS" written in bright gold above it. It left no doubt where the team was from. The four house colours were again visible, striped at the bottom edge of the robes. Breakfast was being served in the Great Hall, where discussions were ongoing as to the disapperance of Warrington. Lily MacGranstan had been told that she would indeed be his replacement.
DucksRMagical Joined: 28 December 2006 Posts: 2095 Location: Boycotting All Future Warner Brothers Films	Posted: Wednesday 24 October 2007 03 16 13 pm    Post subject: Your Favorite Harry Potter Memories in topic:Your Favorite Harry Potter Memories What are everyone's favorite Harry Potter memories? What will you remember your whole lives? For me it's- -The first time I read Sorcerer's Stone. My best friend was reading GoF and we were sitting in her dad's new van. (we were 11, it was very exciting to read in a new car. ) -Going to Barnes & Noble to buy OOTP. We were going to wait for the paperback, but one night shortly before Christmas we decided just to buy it in hardcover. It had been 5 or 6 months since it came out and we were tired of waiting. I spent Christmas break reading it. It was awesome. -Buying HBP. We bought it the day it came out, but not at midnight. It was in the morning, I think. We still got the poster and stickers and scar tattoos and bracelets. -the midnight party for DH. That was absolutely awesome. Dressing up and acting like a crazed fan. We were the craziest most obsessed people there. We followed an employee dressed up as Snape around. He had the best costume. -Reading DH. I spent the whole day reading it. Need I say more? -And of course the Open Book Tour at Carnegie Hall. Meeting JKR. That's my best HP memory.