Post by Anime Monster on Oct 28, 2005 23:01:20 GMT -5
Disclaimer: If I own Harry Potter this would be written instead of OotP.
Summary: Not everything is as it appears and when Harry meets Luna Lovegood he realizes just how true the old adage is.
Pairings: Harry/Luna, Ron/Hermione, Viktor/Hermione, Neville/Ginny, and some surprises (mostly, if not all, het.).
Warnings: THIS IS AU. Certain things are very different as you will find out. While reading this please empty your brain of previous happenings in OotP and HBP as this story will split completely from the canon.
Rating: PG-13 (may be moved to ABOVE TEEN if romance gets out of hand).
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"Modern cars - they all look like electric shavers."
--Sin City
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In the very last carriage they met Neville Longbottom, Harry's fellow fifth-year Gryffindor, his round face shining with the effort of pulling his trunk along and maintaining a one-handed grip on his struggling toad, Trevor.
"Hi, Harry," he panted. "Hi, Ginny....Everywhere's full....I can't find a seat....."
"What are you talking about? said Ginny, who had squeezed past Neville to peer into the compartment behind him. "There's room in this one, there's only Loony Lovegood in here--"
Neville mumbled something about not wanting to disturb anyone.
"Don't be silly," said Ginny, laughing, "she's all right."
She slid the door open and pulled her trunk inside it. Harry and Neville followed.
"Hi, Luna," said Ginny. "Is it okay if we take these seats?"
If anyone had told Harry Potter that that day on the Hogwart's Express was going to be the deciding factor in the war he would have laughed, he probably would still laugh to this day, but the fact was true. As Luna looked up, looked Harry and Neville up and down, and nodded a shift took place.
Harry had taken to studying his new acquaintance. His first impression had been an extremely dotty girl with a dream like quality that had been accented with her wand behind her ears, radish earrings, butterbeer cap necklace, and upside down The Quibbler in her hands, but Harry wasn't alive today because he was extremely lucky, he knew how to read people.
Pushing aside his first impressions he took to studying her. Her robes bore the Ravenclaw crest prominently on her lapel and the pages of her magazine was never turned. Her eyes appeared to be scanning it, but the almost imperceivable angle of her head and the magazine made it obvious, to Harry, at least, that she wasn't reading at all, but studying him.
'What secrets is she hiding,' Harry thought to himself reading from a new Defense book he had gotten from Grimmwauld Place when they went through the Library. There had been a lot of interesting books. Everything from household charms ("Never used," Sirius had told Harry.) to the darkest of dark arts ("Used to often," Sirius had said, picking up a dark arts book after the cleaning book.). Harry had seen the knowledge there and had "borrowed" the books in his trunk from Sirius's toss-out piles.
It was during this studying that something took place. Something important that when combined with the faithful meeting changed the face of the wizarding world in a domino effect. That something happened in a little town in Surrey called Little Whinging...
Next Chapter: What happened in Little Whinging? What exactly did it change? Well I'll answer these questions next chapter.
Summary: Not everything is as it appears and when Harry meets Luna Lovegood he realizes just how true the old adage is.
Pairings: Harry/Luna, Ron/Hermione, Viktor/Hermione, Neville/Ginny, and some surprises (mostly, if not all, het.).
Warnings: THIS IS AU. Certain things are very different as you will find out. While reading this please empty your brain of previous happenings in OotP and HBP as this story will split completely from the canon.
Rating: PG-13 (may be moved to ABOVE TEEN if romance gets out of hand).
Something Wicked This Way Comes
Chapter 1: At First Glance
[/b][/i]Chapter 1: At First Glance
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"Modern cars - they all look like electric shavers."
--Sin City
____________________________________________[/center]
In the very last carriage they met Neville Longbottom, Harry's fellow fifth-year Gryffindor, his round face shining with the effort of pulling his trunk along and maintaining a one-handed grip on his struggling toad, Trevor.
"Hi, Harry," he panted. "Hi, Ginny....Everywhere's full....I can't find a seat....."
"What are you talking about? said Ginny, who had squeezed past Neville to peer into the compartment behind him. "There's room in this one, there's only Loony Lovegood in here--"
Neville mumbled something about not wanting to disturb anyone.
"Don't be silly," said Ginny, laughing, "she's all right."
She slid the door open and pulled her trunk inside it. Harry and Neville followed.
"Hi, Luna," said Ginny. "Is it okay if we take these seats?"
If anyone had told Harry Potter that that day on the Hogwart's Express was going to be the deciding factor in the war he would have laughed, he probably would still laugh to this day, but the fact was true. As Luna looked up, looked Harry and Neville up and down, and nodded a shift took place.
Harry had taken to studying his new acquaintance. His first impression had been an extremely dotty girl with a dream like quality that had been accented with her wand behind her ears, radish earrings, butterbeer cap necklace, and upside down The Quibbler in her hands, but Harry wasn't alive today because he was extremely lucky, he knew how to read people.
Pushing aside his first impressions he took to studying her. Her robes bore the Ravenclaw crest prominently on her lapel and the pages of her magazine was never turned. Her eyes appeared to be scanning it, but the almost imperceivable angle of her head and the magazine made it obvious, to Harry, at least, that she wasn't reading at all, but studying him.
'What secrets is she hiding,' Harry thought to himself reading from a new Defense book he had gotten from Grimmwauld Place when they went through the Library. There had been a lot of interesting books. Everything from household charms ("Never used," Sirius had told Harry.) to the darkest of dark arts ("Used to often," Sirius had said, picking up a dark arts book after the cleaning book.). Harry had seen the knowledge there and had "borrowed" the books in his trunk from Sirius's toss-out piles.
It was during this studying that something took place. Something important that when combined with the faithful meeting changed the face of the wizarding world in a domino effect. That something happened in a little town in Surrey called Little Whinging...
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Next Chapter: What happened in Little Whinging? What exactly did it change? Well I'll answer these questions next chapter.