| Dugbog
Join Date: May 2010 Location: Iowa , United States
Posts: 141
Second Year | 
Hello everyone, sorry for the late post! =DDD
disclaimer: I own nothing of the world of Harry Potter, that belings to JK Rowling.
Chapter 6
Transfiguration, yuck. Ella thought as she walked out of Professor McGonagall classroom. Everyone but Hermione , felt the same way. The day went on and classes became more and more hard. “OWLS are next year, and we must prepare you!” The class groaned as Mrs. Sprout, gave out more homework. Ella heard Hermione whisper to Ron, “A little homework never hurt anyone.”
“Ella, do you know who Mad Eye is?” Ron asked. “I’ve heard of him” Ella kept pace with Ron and Harry as they walked into class.
“The Unforgivable curses.” Moody said in a grave tone.
Ella shuddered. She knew those by heart. Neville who sat beside her looked as though he was struck with lighting.
She watched in horror as one by one these curses were used on a harmless spider. She wanted to cry. She patted Neville on the back as he bravely stood and named “Cruciatus”. Then Moody told the class about AVADA KEDAVRA
“The only known survivor of this curse, is sitting in this classroom”
Ella and the rest of the class stared at Harry. It was then that Ella truly felt bad for Harry, she could tell he never wanted to be a celebrity.
The bell rang , for supper and for that Ella was thankful.
As dinner came , Ella saw a pattern. “ You guys really hate Malfoy”
“ Ummmm yeah !” they all said in unison.
“ Ella , did Salem teach like Moody?” “ Did Wizards rage war against eachother??” Ron said eagerly.
Hermione butted in.
“ Ronald , if you would pay attention to professor Binn you would know about the American Civil War.”
He looked at Ella with a puzzled look, “ Slaves?”
Ella interjected.
“ There were wizard slave owners, they were more evil then the muggle ones.”
Ella spoke as if she was ashamed.
"Many African American state that the owner would yell “ CRUCITOUS” and then they said it felt like hot knives piercing their body. “ There is proof they also used the imperious , so the slaves would not take breaks , and keep working” " Muggles didnt believe them.
“ It was horrible times”
My ,so many times over great grandfather , Edward Greene was America’s Minister of Magic at the time.”
“ He had many meetings with the muggle President Abraham Lincoln, they both came to the agreement that war was needed.”
“ There is still a lot of predjuice over there now.”
“ Like over here?” Said Harry
“ Not like this pure blood mania” as Ella nodded to the Slytherin table.
“ Race.”
Ella looked at her watch and saw that it was ten till seven.
“ Got to go!” She gathered her things and ran to the dungeons.
She opened the door and walked in, she sat down and took out her notes, quills and cauldron and waited.
Snape walked in, looking annoyed. He went to the front of the room, took out his wand and began speaking .
“I’ve offered you lessons in the art of potion making, only because I believe you have a gift.” “If I find I am wrong, these extra lessons will stop.” Snape spoke in a soft tone.
“Lets get started” Snape looked at Ella with squinted eyes.
She brewed and brewed and took down such detailed notes, her hand began to cramp.
She soaked in everything he said.
“Ella, flatten the berry, but be sure the juice goes directly in the cauldron.”
“Professor, the darn berry juice, goes everywhere when I try to flatten it , why cant I pierce it ,then drain?”
“Flattening the berry releases the seeds , which is needed”
“Ella, please call it a Mortonic berry , and not a darn berry ”
Ella began to laugh.
A smile came upon Snape’s face and he too began to laugh.
He grabbed the berry and showed her how to take a clamp and flatted it just right.
“Ahem”
Snape and Ella jumped in surprise.
“Severus, In all my years of working with you, I have never heard you laugh.”
“It was pleasant, do it more” Dumbledore said smiling.
“Hello Headmaster” Snape greeted him.
“Ella , my dear , how are your classes?”
“Good , sir.”
“Well, you should be honored, Professor’s only offer private lessons if and only if the student has a gift, and this professor has never offered private lessons.”
“I am very thankful”
“Good” Dumbledore turned around and walked out .
“Now , back to that darn berry!” Ella said.
Snape shook his head, and they went back to work.
It was nearly Ten thirty, when she hopped in the portrait hole to the Gryffindor common room.
To her surprise it seemed like all of her classmates were up, waiting for her arrival.
“How was it?” Seamus asked.
“Fine, it was fun”
“FUN?” Neville spoke.
“Yes, Neville, Snape does have a sense of humor.”
“Its deep in there , but he has it” Ella smiled.
“No way, don’t believe it.” Ron said shaking his head.
“Well the party is over, I’m tired .” Ella was the first to walk into the dorms.
The Tri wizard tournament was on its way. Dumbledore had announced earlier that at the end of October , Beauxbatons Academy and Durmstrang were the schools coming to participate. With thoughts on the Tri wizard tournament on her mind , she finally drifted asleep.
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Oh God, its morning already? Ella thought as her alarm went off. She cracked her neck and stretched her back and got ready. She and the rest of the ladies fought over the mirrors in the bathroom.
Her stomach , began to rumble and when her looks satisfied her enough she ran down the steps to eat.
She found a seat next the Weasley twins and started eating.
“Ella , my dearest how is your intimate lessons with Snape going?”
“Georg..e, sto..p it!” Ella tried to say while laughing.
“Its going great, I have you know!”
Then the screeches of owls were heard, and everyone looked up.
A smaller owl dropped a single letter in front of Ella’s plate.
She recognized it as Jenny’s handwriting and opened it frantically.
Ella,
I have news. I’ve met someone. He is amazing! I don’t know how to describe this whirlwind I have fallen into, but I love every minute of it. I can not say his name, but I promise Ella in time I can tell you. I talk to him about you constantly. Oh and before I go, please don’t say anything to mom and dad.
Love,
Jenny.
Ella, did not understand. Why was her sister being secretive?
She stared at the letter a little more and then stuffed in her pocket.
As she got up, Harry Potter was staring at a letter he had received. |