I published chapter 3 of this on ff.net and got three reviews in twenty-four hours, that's pretty amazing when you consider how few people seem to review my stuff. The thing is they are begging me for more so I gave them a link. Anyways I decided to write Ch. 6...
Chapter 6: Black Rose's Finest Moment
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Pansy Parkinson, aka. Black Rose, entered the potions' dungeon and began to set up. Usually the students had to wait out in the corridore, but in N.E.W.T.s level classes Professor Snape figured he could trust the students enough not to blow up the class room or steal potions ingrediants from his private stores.
Pansy Parkinson wasn't a brilliant potions brewer, she was perfect when it came to theory, however, when it came to pratical she wasn't the best. She wasn't as methodical as one must be to brew a perfect potion.
Next to her, her boyfriend and fiance, Blaise Zabini sat up his cauldron and behind the usual spot of Gryffindor Hermione Granger, Millicent Blustrode and Mandy Bulstrode of Ravenclaw, sat up their cauldrons.
After the plot was suggested it was expanded, a distraction would be caused by Mandy and Millicent during class while the Mudblood Granger was at the critical stage and Pansy would toss the quills then as muggles said "hit the deck."
Meanwhile across the room Draco Malfoy sat up his cauldron as he watched the group behind him. Beside him Neville Longbottom sat up a spell that would monitor the new
Night Stalkers for LaFey. That had been their part, to see them in action and see if the worked well as a team. Neither Nightshade nor Cottonmouth had any doubts about Black Rose, Water Moccasin, Sidewinder, or Cobra, but it would be better to follow orders and be certain.
Class started with Snape's warning and the spell being cast with Snape's wand, that none of the students truly believed he owned. The class was just getting interesting, Neville, who was only in the class because he had the pratical knowledge and the herbal knowledge, stayed away from the cauldron allowing Draco to be in his element, while monitoring the spell on the "newbies" as LaFey had playfully called them.
Suddenly, Mandy said to Millicent, "That was a horrible display from Weasle this morning."
"Quite, I don't know whether he lost his mind, finally, or grew a backbone," Millicent replied.
"Probably neither, he's just got a crush on Draco," Mandy said.
That struck a nerve with Hermione and she turned around while stirring in the middle of the critical stage and shouted at the two girls, "SHUT UP ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND, DEATH EATERS!"
Just then Hermione turned back to her potion, which was bubbling dangerously.
"FOOLISH GIRL," Snape roared, "EVERYONE DOWN!"
Not a moment sooner the cauldron exploded and everyone ducked as cauldron shards zipped across the room, made U-turns, and impelled a single figure drenched in the complete contents of her cauldron.
When the noise ended everyone stood to see Hermione Granger's lifeless body teeter and fall to the ground, impelled with countless cauldron shards and the contents of the ruined potion, a sickly brown that reminded people of the contents of a toilet after eating a lot of burritos.
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Ronald Weasley took the news of his girlfriend's death hard. He had been in free period when Professor Flintwick's magically amplified voice called everyone to the Great Hall.
Entering the hall he could already tell something had happened, the hall was decorated in black and had an air of morning surrounding it. At the front of the hall, cementing the feeling, the teacher's table had been pushed back to allow another table, a smaller table, to take it's place in honor. The table contained an object that made his blood run cold. Glancing around the hall he noticed the one thing that stuck out as a sore thumb for not being there.
Professor Snape's speech made him collapse onto the stone floor unable to move for grief. On the table sat the coffin of Hermione Jane Granger, Gryffindor sixth year, prefect, know-it-all, and more importantly his girl friend. His anguished cry broke the silence that discended over the hall as he cried on the ground. The last of the "Golden Trio" had parted company from him and this time there would be no bringing her back.
If this wasn't the most horrible thing to befall the youngest Weasley son, the next was just "icing on the cake" as some would say. For through the owl opening came a single owl and in it's beak it held a single red envelope which dropped in front of Ronald. He wasn't paying attention though.
Professor Sprout tried to gently coax him out of the Great Hall, but with the arrival of the Howler and Ronald's inablity to move she had given up.
"RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY! I'M SHOCKED AND ASHAMED TO CALL YOU MY SON. ATTEMPTING TO TRANSFIGURE YOUR SISTER'S FRIEND! I CAN NOT BELIEVE YOU. IT WAS BAD ENOUGH YOU TURNED YOUR BACK ON YOUR FRIEND IN HIS TIME OF NEED, BUT YOU TURNED YOUR BACK ON YOUR SISTER. FROM THIS MOMENT ON YOU HAVE BEEN STRUCK FROM THE ANCIENT HOUSE OF WEASLEY!" the howler tore itself to shreads, just as Ronald Weasley's soul had done only moments before.
End chapter
Next chapter: Nefarious plots revealed, King Nothing, and the Wonderful Lord LaFey