Post by Hiddenpaw on Jul 6, 2014 10:35:10 GMT -6
Okay,so I am writing a Harry Potter Fanfic, and would like some input.
One Failed Potion
+ One Mischievous Ghost
=One Week Of Fun
It was Harry's 5th Year at Hogwarts, and potions was horrible. When Harry entered the dungeon classroom, Snape threatened to have them drink their own potions if they weren't close to the coloration and consistency of pepper up. By pure luck , Snape said his potion was "passable", but Neville looked like he would have to drink his, because it was black, and it bubbled ominously. As Snape walked up, Neville managed to knock his cauldron over then the bell rung, so that seemed the end of that. But not if Peeves had anything to do with it. A few pipes on, a few pipes off, and it was headed past the Hufflepuff common room, and into the kitchens.
I will write what comes next on Monday, so leave comments on how I can make it better.
I am so sorry, I meant to do it before, but I forgot, so here are two installments
Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor waiting for the mail owls to fly in, and Ron was stuffing his face full of food unlike Harry, who was eating sparingly.
"The food just tastes funny today," Harry answered to his best friend's query of Harry's slow eating
"I don't know what you are talking about," Ron said happily ,"And I bet I can eat more than you."
"You're on," Harry said quickly, stuffing food onto his plate.
Halfway through Harry's third serving, the mail owls came, and since there was nothing for him, he glanced around. When his eyes alighted on the teacher's table, he noticed that Hagrid wasn't there. But before he could think much more about it, he heard a groan beside him, Ron was moaning about his belly hurting. Harry stopped, looked like he would not have to match Ron's five heaping plates.
Three o'clock that afternoon
Professor Flitwick was starting charms class, and he was teaching them The Cheering Charm, but before he could get past the name of the charm, class was disturbed. There was a thunk as Ron hit the floor, unconscious.
"Could someone take him to the Infirm-" Professor Flitwick cut off as he too fell unconscious. Harry began feeling woozy, and he saw Hermione feint onto her notes.They seemed to make a good mattress. He heard a clang of something crashing into a suit of armor down the hall, but before he could see or hear anything else, everything went black. All over school, people were dropping like flies, be it student or teacher.
It was Hagrid's free period, and he was prepping for his next class. He glanced at the main building, something seemed off. He shrugged, what did he know?
Hope you enjoyed. And yes, I left you at a cliff hanger on purpose.
One Failed Potion
+ One Mischievous Ghost
=One Week Of Fun
It was Harry's 5th Year at Hogwarts, and potions was horrible. When Harry entered the dungeon classroom, Snape threatened to have them drink their own potions if they weren't close to the coloration and consistency of pepper up. By pure luck , Snape said his potion was "passable", but Neville looked like he would have to drink his, because it was black, and it bubbled ominously. As Snape walked up, Neville managed to knock his cauldron over then the bell rung, so that seemed the end of that. But not if Peeves had anything to do with it. A few pipes on, a few pipes off, and it was headed past the Hufflepuff common room, and into the kitchens.
I will write what comes next on Monday, so leave comments on how I can make it better.
I am so sorry, I meant to do it before, but I forgot, so here are two installments
Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor waiting for the mail owls to fly in, and Ron was stuffing his face full of food unlike Harry, who was eating sparingly.
"The food just tastes funny today," Harry answered to his best friend's query of Harry's slow eating
"I don't know what you are talking about," Ron said happily ,"And I bet I can eat more than you."
"You're on," Harry said quickly, stuffing food onto his plate.
Halfway through Harry's third serving, the mail owls came, and since there was nothing for him, he glanced around. When his eyes alighted on the teacher's table, he noticed that Hagrid wasn't there. But before he could think much more about it, he heard a groan beside him, Ron was moaning about his belly hurting. Harry stopped, looked like he would not have to match Ron's five heaping plates.
Three o'clock that afternoon
Professor Flitwick was starting charms class, and he was teaching them The Cheering Charm, but before he could get past the name of the charm, class was disturbed. There was a thunk as Ron hit the floor, unconscious.
"Could someone take him to the Infirm-" Professor Flitwick cut off as he too fell unconscious. Harry began feeling woozy, and he saw Hermione feint onto her notes.They seemed to make a good mattress. He heard a clang of something crashing into a suit of armor down the hall, but before he could see or hear anything else, everything went black. All over school, people were dropping like flies, be it student or teacher.
It was Hagrid's free period, and he was prepping for his next class. He glanced at the main building, something seemed off. He shrugged, what did he know?
Hope you enjoyed. And yes, I left you at a cliff hanger on purpose.
