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Chapter 14


Growing Friendships


Harry entered the great hall alone the next morning. His Slytherin friends were all still in the common room doing who knows what so he gazed around the hall. Eyeing someone he headed toward the Gryffindor table and plopped down next to Ron Weasley. Everyone in the great hall stared at him. 


“What’s wrong?” he asked beaming at the Gryffindors around him.

“You-you-your not supposed to be here,” Neville stuttered.


“Oh?” Harry asked. “Why not?”

“It’s the Gryffindor table,” Hermione said rolling her eyes.


“So?” Harry asked cockily.


“Slytherins don’t sit at the Gryffindor table,” Ron stated his eyes wide.


“So?” Harry asked again.


The three looked at him for a second before bursting out laughing.


“Always have to be different, aye Potter?” Ron laughed.


“Course,” Harry grinned. “After all, people expect it of me!”


Hermione was giving the Slytherin boy a disaprroving glare and he asked, “What’s wrong Mione?”


“This goes against every school tra—wait what did you say?” the bushy haired girl asked.


“What’s wrong Mione?” Harry repeated.


“Mione?” she asked. “Where did that come from?”


Harry chuckled, “Since when do we call people by their given names?”

“Err…since always,” Hermione replied.


“Nonsense,” Harry laughed, “Everyone calls me Cal.”


“Cal?” the three Gryffindors repeated, “why Cal?”


“Dunno,” Harry shrugged, “Someone just made it up one day.”

The teachers were looking at the Gryffindor in amusement. Dumbledore was looking upon the table with that annoying twinkle in his eye.


“Headmaster you’re doing it again,” Snape grumbled.


“Doing what Severus?” Dumbledore asked pleasantly.


“You’ve got that annoying twinkle in your eyes,” Snape muttered, “and you’re glancing at my student.”


“Really Severus?” Dumbledore asked.


Snape rolled his eyes.

“This is quite odd,” Minerva put in. “A Slytherin student with enough decent qualities to talk to Gryffindors.”


“I BEG YOUR PARDON?” Snape snarled a little too loudly causing many heads to turn in the hall.


“You heard me Severus,” Minerva said with a slight smirk on her usually stern face.


“I THINK I HEARD WRONG,” Snape snarled, “WOULD YOU LIKE TO REPEAT THAT?”


“Not really Severus,” Minerva said. “But if I must, A Slytherin student…”


“Minerva,” Dumbledore said warningly.


Snape glared at the Transfiguration teacher and left the table in a foul mood. Harry laughed as he saw this.


“What’s so funny?” Ron asked.


“I believe Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape just got into an argument about me sitting at the Gryffindor table,” Harry told him.


Ron smirked, “Is that so?”


“It sure looked like it,” Harry laughed. “Any way, some of the Slytherins and I wanted to know if you wanted to join us…” Here he leaned in close to the three. “Wanted to join us in a little mischief tonight, we decided that it’s time for Hogwarts to know who it’s now hosting.”


“Are you insane?!” Hermione scolded, “Sneak out at night! You’ll be expelled!”


Harry chuckled softly, “Only if we’re caught.”


Hermione looked dead set against it and Ron and Neville looked slightly skeptical.


“Meet us in the trophy room at midnight if your game,” Harry whispered. “Tah!” He left the table and went over to where his friends were now sitting. Draco raised an eyebrow at him. Harry leaned over to Draco and whispered, “I asked them.”


“Excellent,” he said. “Blaise is joining us tonight too.”


“They haven’t said if they’ll come yet,” Harry warned the boy. Draco shrugged.


“Then we’ll do it without them.”


Harry grinned and shook his head. “Alright Draco.”


That evening Draco, Harry, and Blaise made their way to the Trophy room at the same time that Neville and Ron made their way to the trophy room.


“Honestly!” Hermione said following them down the corridor, “You’ll be expelled!”


“If you don’t want to come then go back,” Ron whispered. Hermione grumbled and turned to go back before realizing that the fat lady had left her portrait. “So you’re coming then?”


“I guess so,” she grumbled. “But if I’m expelled may it be on your conscience.”


“Alrightly!” Ron said giddily. They entered the trophy room and a voice said,


“Excellent you came.”


“Hey Harry,” Ron said.


“Mione, I’m surprised to see you,” Harry smirked, “what was that about getting expelled?”


Hermione rolled her eyes, “Someone had to make sure you don’t kill yourselves.”


“That hurt's, Granger,” Draco said. “That hurt's a lot.”


“Anyway,” Harry laughed. “We need a name for ourselves.”


“What?” the other five chorused. “Why?”


“Well we can’t very well tell everyone we did it can we?” Harry laughed.


“Suppose not,” Draco muttered. “How’s about Dark Warriors?”


The others looked at him skeptically. 

“We are going to prank people not kill people,” Harry said.

“Night Stalkers?” Ron suggested.


“No,” Draco shot it down.


“Why not just pranksters?” Hermione asked.


The others shot glances at each other and answered simultaneously, “No.”


“Habarans?” Blaise suggested.


“Huh?” they asked.


“I dunno, I just made it up,” Blaise shrugged.


“We could work with that,” Harry nodded.


“Harbarers.”


“No.”


“This is pointless!” Hermione groaned.


“Draconianers,” Draco suggested.


“Oh that’ll go over well,” Harry rolled his eyes, “It has your name right in it.”


“Amusanters,” Hermione suggested.


“What?” Ron asked.


“Amusant is Dutch for funny,” Hermione explained.


“Excellent!” the others exclaimed.

“Amusanters it is!” Harry laughed.


“Who’s there?” A voice called, causing them all to glance at each other nervously.


“Run!” Harry whispered as the six of them ran. They ran until they reached the end of a corridor.


“This is the third floor!” Hermione whispered frantically. “It’s forbidden!”


“Oh well!” Draco snarled. “Open the door, Weasely!”


“It’s locked!” Ron whispered frantically, “We’re done for!”


“Oh move over!” Hermione hissed. “Alohomora!”


The six eleven year olds ran into the room and the door snapped shut behind them. Draco and Blaise leaned on the door after a few minutes Draco hissed, “I think he’s gone.”


“He probably thinks this door is locked!” Ron exclaimed.


“It WAS locked, Ronald!” Hermione hissed.


“And for good reason,” Harry stated. The others looked up and gasped as they saw a huge three-headed dog standing in the room. “Let’s get out of here!”


The six ran, three of them heading up to Gryffindor tower and the other three down to the Slytherin Dungeons.


“Let’s NEVER go near that thing again!” Draco spat as Harry and Blaise plopped down on a couch.


“Agreed,” Harry and Blaise replied.


“And we didn’t even get a chance to plan our prank!” Draco groaned.

“There’s always tomorrow,” Harry replied, “Anyways, perhaps Halloween will be the perfect time to introduce everyone to the Amusanters, and it’s only a week away.”


“Perhaps,” Draco shrugged. “Night.”


“Night,” the other two boys said. 

A/n: YEAH! They released the date for the Seventh Book!!!! I can't wait until July 21st!!!!!

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