Finding The Way {A Harry Potter FanFiction}

Chapter 19: Seriouly Wrong

Hello people!

This is my NEW CHAPTER! Yay!

Weeeelllllll, I have another question to ask all of you! Well, two actuly.

#1~ Should the next story I post be a Doctor Who fanfic, a Criminal Minds fanfic, or an original story?

#2~ When Harry gets to Hogsmead, and hears the news about Sirius Black, should Leo and Phoenix: A) be there with him and find out he is their father, B) find out later, when Harry tells them, or C) not know at all.

Commet or privet message me an answer! PLEASE!

12 comments and 10 votes before you find out what happened while Harry, Phoenix (and Draco Malfoy) wern't allowed to go to Hogsmead! ;)

~~Christianne

Leo POV

I was grinning as I sat in History of Magic, spinning the glass balls we got a few days ago on my fingers like a basketball. My feet where propped up on the desk, and I was leaning back on the back two legs of my chair.

“Hello Leo,” I heard Wendy Alberta say as she passed me. I winked at her, and as she walked past, I took a quick glance at her bum. Eh…Five out of ten at best. Her friend? Helen Gilbert-Solid nine.

“Oi!” I heard Hermione snap, slapping my head with a thick roll of parchment. I jumped, and fell back against my chair the proper way. “You’re a bit too young to be that perverted,” she muttered.

“Only with you Granger!” I said with a grin, artfully grabbing my own homework and smacking her in the rear playfully with it. She let out a high squeal, and glared at me as she sat in her usual seat behind me.

“Do you have a death wish?” I heard Phoenix sigh, sitting next to Hermione, who was red with anger, and sending me glares I returned with winks.

“What’s life without a little risk?” I asked, leaning back more as Harry sat next to me. He rolled his eyes at me.

“What did you get for it?” He asked me. This had been the most asked question all through school the last two days. Everyone was trying to guess what the mysterious glass balls where. I’d heard it all, but I knew my answer was right.

I just smirked at my best friend. “Ah…That’s a surprise.”

“I don’t want to know,” Ron laughed, sitting across the aisle from me, next to Neville-who was still scribbling on his essay.

“Ha! Early!” I heard Trinket yell from the door, looking at the old, tarnished copper watch she wore. The bells tolled, and she walked to the front desk with a grin in her face. It was almost a smirk, and had this reckless quality that made my stomach knot. I knew I looked like that when I smiled. That deep pitted worry seemed to come out more in this class, when I saw the professor.

Some of the older boys would made comments about her. Truth be told, she didn’t look, or act, like a normal Hogwarts professor. She’d play Muggle records while we worked at the end of class, and never wore normal wizard clothing. Always Muggle clothes with that ratty black robe. When she got to her desk, she flung her robe over the unused black board, and went through some of the papers that cluttered her desk.

I saw Malfoy and Co. sneak in through the still open doors. They snickered as they sat down. Trinket was a strict teacher. With her, it was show up early (Well, before she did), or don’t show up at all.

“They have to have a note!” Hermione hissed, glaring at the back of Trinket’s head.

“Shut up mudblood!” Malfoy hissed, still laughing.