The Lost Heir of the House of Black

"Some students even screamed out of fear, other students of admiration." Hmm, jag måste säga att jag har nog aldrig hört någon skrika utav beundran förut.

" [...] one muggle girl almost fainted." Kanske borde vara "muggle-born girl" i stället?

I övrigt var det ett lugnt och lite småmysigt kapitel. Bra jobbat.

Chapter 6 - It’s still school

- Typical Ron!
Isobel sat next to Hermione in the first classroom she’s even stepped her foot into on Hogwarts. It was the second day in school and it was McGonagall’s lesson, the Transfiguration Arts. McGonagall showed her talent and turned into a cat, a lot of student’s cheered, mostly Muggles. They had to write one page of parchment about their thoughts about transfiguration and its possibilities. The only sound you could hear was now the feather pencil’s sharp edges which scratched on the student’s parchment. Isobel thoughts went to Ron and Harry, who were late. It was most likely Ron’s fault. Suddenly the doors to the classroom opened and Ron and Harry ran inside. Some of the student’s turned their heads. Draco grinned and Hermione sighed and continued on her writing.
- We made it! Ron said with his last breathe. Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall’s face if we were late?
Isobel nodded her head to warn them. But it was too late. The cat that’d been watching the students jumped from the counter and turned back into McGonagall. Harry dropped his chin.
- That was bloody brilliant! Ron said.
- Thank you for that assessment, Mr Weasley, McGonagall replied. Perhaps it’d be better if I transfigured Mr Potter and you into a pocket watch. Then one of you might be on time.
Ron swallowed.
- We got lost, Harry said.
- Then perhaps a map? I trust you don’t need one to find your seats.
Both Ron and Harry shook their heads. They sat down next to Neville. Isobel was embarrassed by her brother. At least McGonagall didn’t take any points from Gryffindor. Must’ve been because she’s the head of Gryffindor. Ron and Harry was so lucky, Isobel thought and then returned to her writing.

One lesson Isobel had looked forward to was the Defense against the Dark Arts, since it was something adults or anyone else hardly spoke about. But it wasn’t how she’d expect it to be. A lot of the first years was disappointed with Professor Quirrell, and he was a bit odd, Isobel thought. Harry had told them that he’d met Professor Quirrell the same day he and Hagrid had gone to Diagon Alley.
- Now that must’ve been very awkward, Ron had replied.
His classroom smelled heavily with garlic. The rumour was that it was protection against some vampires he’d ran in to in Rumania. Even his turban reeked. Fred and George had told Isobel and Ron they thought it was because Quirrell had shoved garlic in it, so that he’d always would be safe if he ever ran into some vampires again. That was just gross. Whatever it was, it made your eyes almost tear up. Isobel couldn’t wait to get out of his classroom, even if the next class was Potions with Professor Snape.

- That was horrible! Ron tried to wave the smell away with his hands.
Harry and Isobel laughed.
- Thank Merlin it’s lunch time!
Ron was thinking about food, how unpredictable.
- Yeah, but we have two hours of Potion class with the Slytherin’s afterwards, Isobel reminded.
- Aw, now you’ve ruined my appetite, Ron moaned.
- I don’t think anyone or anything can ruin your appetite, Ron. Isobel laughed.
Harry joined in. They went down to the great hall were it was packed with eating students. They found an empty space in the middle of Gryffindor’s table. While they were eating, the mail was delivered. Harry was still amazed by the fact that owl’s delivered the mail, and not actual humans.
- Why would we deliver mail? Ron’d asked.
- I don’t know, it’s just a job like anything else, Harry’d replied.
- Yeah, my parents are dentists! Hermione added who sat down next to Ron.
Ron gave Isobel a look. Isobel shook her head.
- Okay, what does a ”Dentist” do, then? Ron asked.
- They take care of people’s teeth, Hermione replied and started to eat.
Two letters was dropped of to Isobel and Ron got one letter and a copy of the Daily Prophet. Isobel recognised the handwriting on both letters. The first one was from Molly and the second one was from Remus, her uncle. The only biological relative she actually had.
- Is it from Remus? Ron asked.
Isobel nodded and opened it.

Dear Isobel,
I hope your first week at Hogwarts was everything you expected. I’m in northern Scotland right now, studying the moon. (You know what I mean). So I won’t be available for any owl’s for some time, I’m sorry. I hope I’ll have the time to come see you during your christmas break. I miss talking to you. Hope everything is well.

Remus Lupin

Isobel folded the letter and read Molly’s letter. It was just a regular check up to see how she was and if her brother’s was good to her. Isobel smiled and read Remus letter again. She hoped she’d meet him at christmas, she didn’t see Remus that often, but they still had a close relationship. The stayed in touch through owl’s. Molly didn’t like Remus hanging around Isobel, especially ever since he’d told her that he was a werewolf. But that hadn’t frighten Isobel at all, and she knew he wasn’t dangerous. He even had a medication that would help him control himself from turning. Even though he was her uncle, he hardly spoke about her parents. He told her it wasn’t his place to tell. She would found out the truth as soon as she came to Hogwarts. Isobel knew this was the right place to get to know her parents, even if they were dead.
- Hey, I got a letter! Harry said.
Isobel came back to reality.
- From who? Ron asked.
- Hagrid! He wants me to come to his house on friday. You guys want to come with me?
- Yeah, sure!
Ron and Isobel was curious about Hagrid. The larger a person got, the more interesting Ron usually said. That made Isobel laugh every time.

They were lucky to have something to look forward to, because Potion class would turn out to be their worst experience on Hogwarts yet. Apparently Professor Snape frightened many students, and not just Isobel. Especially Neville seemed the most frightened, but everything frightened that boy. He was always so tense. The Potion class took place in the dungeons, only that fact alone was creepy. The air was colder down there as well. Harry had told them that he thought Snape disliked him, that he’d felt that during their first night at Hogwarts. This turned out to be true. During their first lesson, Snape jumped Harry with ridiculous questions that only Hermione (and himself) knew the answers to. It started when he checked the student’s names and stopped at Harry’s.
- Oh yes, we have a celebrity with us, he said with his dark creepy voice.
Draco and his friends laughed. After that, Snape just gave Harry a hard time. It was not pleasurable to watch. He even took a point from Gryffindor when Harry asked Snape why he didn’t notice Hermione who’s hand was practically in the air during the whole lesson.
- Gryffindor will lose one point, Potter. Due to your impudent behaviour.
Ron gasped, so did every other student from Gryffindor. This was a nightmare. It didn’t get better when Snape paired them up to brew a simple potion to cure boils. Isobel ended up with Hermione. Snape walked around with his long, black cape. It almost looked like he was floating. He criticised everyone expect for Draco, who he apparently liked. Suddenly the classroom was filled with a green smoke that had a horrible sour smell. Everyone freaked out. Apparently Neville had melted Seamus’s cauldron so that their potion trickled down to the floor and corroded the shoes on the students closest to them. Isobel jumped up on her chair when she saw that the potion came closer to them. She dragged Hermione of the floor.
- Watch it!
- I just saved your feet!
- Oh, thanks.
Isobel looked away. What was Hermione’s deal? Neville started to scream. Red boils had appeared on his arms and legs, since he got a lot of his potion on himself.
- Stupid boy! Snape walked up to Neville. Take him to the hospital wing! This is obviously your fault, Potter. Thought you’d look good if these boys would fail? Another point will be drawn from Gryffindor.
Harry opened his mouth to interject, but Ron kicked his shin to shut him up.
- Don’t do it, Snape can get worse. Ron said.
Harry sighed. ”Are you okay?”, Isobel mimed to Harry. He nodded and sighed again. They smiled at each other.

" [...] feather pencil’s sharp edges who scratched [...] " But ut "who" mot "which."

Jag har märkt att du ibland sätter en genitivapostrof när du inte skriver i genitiv. Ex: " [...] a lot of student’s cheered [...] " Ta bort apostrofen så att det bara blir "students" eftersom det inte är i genitiv. Ibland gör du även tvärtom, som här: " [...] and read Remus letter again." Här ska det antingen vara "Remus's" eller "Remus' ".

Annars, bra kapitel!

Chapter 7 - Flying Lesson

During the breakfast on friday morning, Seamus sat and practiced spells. He failed repeatedly.
- What is Seamus up to? Harry asked.
He’s trying to turn his water to rum. He managed to make tea yesterday, before...
*BANG* There was an explosion and Seamus was covered in ashes. Harry told them he looked like he had stuck his fingers into a Muggle power point, whatever now that was. They all laughed and Seamus turned red.
- What you got there, Neville? Harry asked.
Neville showed the round see through object he held in his hand. There was some white-greyish smoke inside of it.
- It’s a remebrall. I got it from my grandmother, Neville replied.
- I’ve read about those, Hermione erupted. When the smoke turns red, it means you’ve forgotten something.
As soon as she uttered those words, the smoke turned red. Like she’d commanded it to do so.
- The only problem is that I can’t remember what I’ve forgotten... Neville said.
Ron laughed. Isobel gazed over to see what Harry was doing. He was reading the Daily Prophet.
- Hey Isobel. Ron. Somebody’s broken into Gringotts, Harry said. Listen.
Ron gave Isobel a concerned look.
- ”Believed to be work of Dark wizards or witches unknown, Gringotts goblins acknowledge the breach but insist nothing was taken. The vault in question, number 713, had in fact been emptied earlier that same day.”
Isobel read the text over his shoulder. She noticed the picture where lots of Goblins was arguing. She’d only been to Gringotts a few times, and found the goblins a bit frightening. Ron thought the same, she noticed he couldn’t even watch the picture without getting a certain look on his face.
- That’s odd. That’s the vault Hagrid and I went to, Harry said.
- Yeah, that’s weird, Isobel added. Did you see -anyone strange?
- Well, it was my first time at Gringotts, everything was... strange...
Isobel and Ron started to laugh. Harry joined.
- I don’t think you should be laughing at that, Hermione said.
- Who asked you? Ron said.
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
- Somebody broke into Gringotts, that’s not something to make a joke about.
- We weren't laughing at that! Ron replied. Let’s go, we don’t wanna be late to our first flying lesson.
- Wow, I never thought I’d hear you say that Ron. Isobel laughed.
- Well, it’s quidditch, Ron replied.
They all started to laugh again.

They walked out of the great hall and out to the yard on the east part of Hogwarts. You could see the towers from the quidditch arena from there. Isobel looked at it with yearning eyes. She loved quidditch, and she was quite good too. Unfortunately, they shared the lesson with the Slytherins. Harry and Ron sighed. This means Draco would be there. There was some broomsticks laid out on the ground, so the students stood by each broom. The Slytherins on one side and the Gryffindors on the other, facing each other. Nobody wanted to get mixed up with the other side. Suddenly the teacher, Madam Hooch, appeared. She had greyish hair and eyes as yellow as a hawk’s. Isobel thought she was definitely the coolest looking teacher she’s laid her eyes on yet. She walked between the students.
- Good morning, class, she said.
- Good morning, Madam Hooch, the class replied.
She did a pirouette and turned her face to the class.
- Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Step up to the left side of your broomstick. Stick your right hand over the broom...
The students did what she told them to.
- ... and say ”Up”.
They all took their hands out.
- ”Up!”
Harry’s broom went straight into his hand. The next second Isobel got the hold of her broom as well. They gave each other a smile. Isobel noticed that even Draco was holding a firm grip of his broom.
- ”Up!”
- With feeling!
Madam Hooch stood by and watched the rest of the students while they tried to get their broom’s in their hands. Ron’s broomstick managed to hit his face.
- Oh shut up, Izzie, Ron said when he noticed she was laughing.
- ”UP!” The students said with loud voices. Hermione was getting frustrated.
- You have to think about them as nervous horses, they’ll notice when you’re scared, Isobel said to Hermione who’s broom didn’t even move. Neville had no luck either.
After a few minutes, everyone had their broomstick’s in their hands.
- Now, once you’ve got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it, Madam Hooch said. Grip it tight. You don’t wanna be sliding off the end.
The students mounted their broomsticks.
- When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment and lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle, three, tw...
Neville’s broom suddenly moved. It started to fly higher and higher.
- Mr Longbottom! Madam Hooch thought he was trying to show off.
He screamed for help and the Isobel and Ron tried to grab him to pull him down, but the broomstick had a life of its own and flew out of their grip. Neville screamed. He disappeared behind the wall and appeared at the top of the wall to fly steep down. Neville screamed louder. The students gasped for air. Madam Hooch tried to spell his broomstick, but it was moving too fast. Neville lost his grip and fell. His robe got caught in a statue on the wall, but it ripped apart and he fell to the ground. With a loud thud he touched the ground. The students formed a circle around him.
- Everyone out of the way!
Madam Hooch ran up to Neville. He was hurt.
- Oh dear, it’s a broken wrist. Poor boy. Come on now, up you get.
She helped him up.
- Keep your feet on the ground while I take Mr Longbottom to the hospital wing. Understand? If I see one broom in the air, the one riding it will be expelled before they can say ”Quidditch”.
They walked away.

- Did you see his face? If he had squeezed this, he’d have remembered to fall on his fat arse, Draco said and some of the students started to laugh.
He was holding Neville’s remebrall.
- Give it here, Draco, Isobel said.
Draco turned around.
- No. I’ll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find, Draco replied.
- Don’t be an idiot. Just give it here! Harry said.
Draco tossed the remebrall in the air and caught it.
- Like I said, I’d hide it where he can find it.
He then mounted his broom.
- How about on the roof?
They watched him fly high in the air.
- What’s the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach? And Weasley, scared of heights?
Harry and Isobel looked at each other and mounted their broomstick’s as well.
- Don’t do it! You heard what Madam Hooch said! And besides, you don’t know how to fly. Hermione said.
They ignored her. Isobel flew away. Harry wasn’t far behind. Draco’s face turned blank, he didn’t expect them to actually fly up there. Now they were two against one.
- Give it here, Malfoy! Isobel said.
Draco tried to stay confident and started to play with the remebrall again.
- Or I’ll knock you off your broom! Harry added.
- Is that so?
Harry went for it and flew directly in Draco’s direction. Draco made a fast spin on his broom. Harry turned his broomstick.
- Have it your way, then.
Draco through the remebrall as far as he could. Isobel followed it with her eyes and went as fast as she could to get it. She caught it. Soon she noticed that Draco was coming straight in her direction.
- Harry!
Isobel got Harry’s attention. She through it at his direction. Draco almost crashed in her broom. Harry turned his broom again and flew as fast as he could. He caught it just as it was going to break through a glass on the school. He flew back down, where the students were waiting for him. They ran up to him and cheered. Isobel landed and hugged him.
- Way to go, Harry!
- That was wicked!
A lot of them gave him a pat on his shoulder. Draco landed beside Crabbe and Goyle and had a miserable look in his face.
- Mr Potter.
Soon the cheering would stop. Harry and Isobel turned their heads. There was McGonagall. Harry walked up to her.
- Follow me. That means you too, Miss Weasley.
Isobel walked up to them and they headed off to the school. Draco and his friends started to laugh. This was it. They were going to get expelled.