Harry Potter and the Latin Class from Hell

The next Chapter

Well, now I can get on with my story (which has recently been accused of a plot).

I was quite flattered at that remark.

Well, yes, but it was surprising. Though now I think about it, I do have a plot in mind...

Hide!

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"Enervate."

The first thing Vicky saw was a hand holding a stick. The hand led to an arm, which led to a shoulder, which led to a neck, which, rather unsurprisingly, led to a face. What was surprising was that it was Aimie´s face.

(A/N: Nooooooooo! Get it away! Get it away! It´s horrible! Oh, it´s you. Whoops!)

The face spoke. "Vicky. Vicky? How many fingers?" Aimie held up two fingers.

"Hey!"

"Good. Come over here a minute, I´d better explain," she replied, dragging a very confused Vicky a few metres away from the others. "Now. Listen carefully. You know how I´m probably the most careless person in the world?"

"Yes," her `friend´ answered. Aimie glared.

"You were meant to disagree with that!"

(A/N: Why? Hasn´t this fic demonstrated quite clearly that you are?)

"Anyway, shut up. You know that nice new necklace I bought?"

"I told that was cheap! Where is it, I´ll see if I can fix it..."

"I said, SHUT UP!"

"Ok," Vicky squeaked.

"Well, did everything go purple after I read out the inscription?"

"Er...yeeeeees," replied Vicky, looking doubtful. This didn´t sound good

"Well, it happened to be a magical amulet. Apparently called an amulet of portae praetexta, which are really, really rare and powerful. It seems we have been..."

"Hey! What are we doing in a forest?!" gasped the incredibly observant blonde.

"...Transported into another dimension . . . " Aimie attempted to continue.

"There some other people over there! Who are they?"

"Which is the dimension that..."

"That guy looks just like Harry Potter!"

" . . . Harry Potter comes from."

Vicky´s eyes opened very wide. "Harry Potter´s here...?" she gasped, staring.

"Yes, so I can do magic now, thanks to this pendant, and I´m going to use a linking charm so you and everyone else can use magic as well. We´ll get extra powers too, like telepathy and stuff, sounds cool, huh?"

Vicky had gone glassy-eyed. "Harry Potter..."

She started to walk slowly forward, as though drawn by an invisible force towards the man of her dreams. Aimie grabbed her by the collar, effectively stopping any forward movement. Her friend kept walking on the spot as though on a slow-moving treadmill.

"This is why I told you to stand back from her," said Aimie, in a conversational tone

"Right then," muttered Harry, wondering what he had gotten himself into.

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They wandered through the forbidden forest, following Aimie, who was dangling the amulet before her, and seemed in a sort of trance. Vicky was too. Luckily, Hermione was keeping her away from Harry, who was hiding behind Ron.

"Manda´s here somewhere." Aimie said, suddenly. "Manda?!" Everyone else joined in.

(A/N Apart from Vicky, who said "Harry? Harry!")

They heard faint muttering from somewhere in front of them.

"Bloody, stupid *censored* trees... Ow that hurts...my head...why always the face? ...Goddamn son of a... You can stop yelling now! Hello?"

There she was. She was sitting on the ground looking angrily at a low branch, with a nasty-looking bruise on her forehead.

(A/N: Manda has trouble with trees... Don´t ask.)

"Vicky? And Aimie as well? What the hell is going on? I know this is all your fault!"

"It´s complicated. Are you ok? And yes, it is my fault, I admit it." Aimie smiled proudly, took a deep breath, and began to relate the story of what had happened for what seemed like the fiftieth time.

"So yeah, basically," she finished.

(A/N: So eloquent.)

"I seriously hate you two, you know that?" Manda scowled ferociously. Aimie smiled and nodded. She then proceeded to introduce Harry, Ron and Hermione to Manda. The girl seemed a lot happier after Hermione healed her forehead.

"Right, Deejay´s the next nearest now. Come on everyone," Aimie called.

"Hang on," said Manda. "I know a better way to contact him."

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This is quite possibly the worst situation I´ve ever been in.

Deejay was hanging upside-down by the ankles. He could just see the fauns talking to a group of what looked like centaurs. (I doubt he knows what they look like... But anyway.)

Why am I here? Did I die and get sent to hell for my crimes? Am I about to be ritually disemboweled, cooked until I´m medium-rare, then eaten at some satanic banquet?

Suddenly, a midi-version of `Mary had a little lamb´ bleeped into existence. Distracted, Deejay took his mobile out of a pocket.

"Hello?"

"Hi Deej, it´s me."

"Manda?"

"Yep. Now, where are you?"

"At the moment? I am hanging upside-down by my ankles, while a bunch of fauns and centaurs decide whether to eat me rare, medium or well done."

"Right. Um...hang on a sec."

There was a momentary rustling as the phone was handed over.

"Ok Deejay, its Aimie here. As far as I know, the fauns won´t eat you, so you´re safe. We´re on our way to find you, so just hang on a bit."

"Really don´t have much of a choice about that part. Dangling from a tree will do that."

"Oh, ha ha. Give it a rest, we´ll be there in a bit."

She hung up.

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CUT!

Aimie, I just thought. Harry, Ron and Hermione aren´t saying much, are they?

Hmmm...I suppose not. Ok, how´s this;

"So, Ron, how are you today?" said Harry.

"Fine thanks. You, Hermione?" She nodded. "Good. What are we doing today? Just following Aimie around until she finds all her friends?"

"Yep, that´s it. Sounds fun doesn´t it?"

"Yup!" said Ron and Hermione happily, and they all raced after Aimie, Vicky and Manda. The end.

I think I speak for the entire world when I say that was pathetic.

Well you try then!

All right, then.

Ron turned to Harry. "You know, I get the feeling something life-changing is about to happen."

"Yes," his friend replied. "I have just noticed how beautiful Vicky looks in the moonlight. I don´t think I will ever be the same again."

Hermione just sighed. It looked like her dreams of marrying Harry had, in short, been rumbled.

Right. No. Carrying on my way, I think!

(A/N: Again, this was where the chapter originally ended. Have added on the next one. It´s a little better, I think!)

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It was 8:00pm back in normal England, and Daxa and Emily, waiting outside the cinema, were getting extremely annoyed.

"That´s it, I´m gonna ring them." Emily took out her phone, and dialed in the number of Vicky´s mobile. There was nothing but beeping.

Frowning, she re-dialed. Again, the number was not found. It didn´t make sense. That number had worked perfectly just before they had their languages lesson...

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Deejay was now feeling distinctly sick. It was his own fault, of course, as he had been swinging backwards and forwards to relieve the boredom. The blood had all rushed to his head, and it was getting difficult to see. He was just starting to panic when he felt the

rope around his ankles loosen, and he floated to the ground. Through the haze, he could make out eight...no, four faces above him, one looking curious, and the others faintly amused.

One waved a hand in front of his face. "Morning Deejay, this is your wake-up call!"

He groaned as the haze disappeared. "Shut up Manda!"

He grimaced as she helped him up. "What the hell happened? This place looks like something out of Harry Potter! What did we do, get stuck in Vicky´s head?"

Vicky looked extremely insulted. "Don´t be a prat. `Course we haven´t."

He rolled his eyes. "Ok, ok, that was stupid, I guess. Sorry Vicky."

She sniffed haughtily. "Should think so too. It´s Aimie´s head."

"Technically not," defended the accused. "This is a real place, not my head, but it is my imagination, and..." she paused to smile smugly. "...My supernatural powers which got us here."

Deejay groaned in anguish and despair. "Oh no!"

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Firenze pawed the ground nervously. "Harry Potter, you should not be here. You know very well the forest is not safe."

Harry nodded. "I know. But the boy who you found - actually, all his friends except that one over there are muggles, pretty much. They wouldn´t last long on their own without magic. Even Aimie - she´s the one who can use magic - she doesn´t know anything about it. We had to go with her."

The centaur frowned. "Her magic is not the same as yours, or ours. She knows more than she is telling you, so be careful."

"So I shouldn´t trust her?"

"No. But then, you should trust nobody, being who you are. The kind of magic she possesses is not always on the side of the forces of good. She is, in reality, only a muggle, and they are easily manipulated by powerful forces."

(A/N: Do not underestimate the power of the Dark Side, Harry!)

Fantastic.

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"We don´t even know where exactly she comes from," Hermione was saying thoughtfully. "I just trusted her because Dumbledore seemed to."

"And I did because you did. The same for Ron, I guess." He looked over at Ron, who was with the others, and helping Deejay to stand up. "Weird. We are very trusting people. Suspicion really doesn´t seem like our strong point, does it?"

"No, Harry Potter. You are still innocent."

Harry looked vaguely affronted. "Hey! I know about... stuff." He went slightly pink.

(A/N: Bless him.)

Firenze smiled. "Good luck! Go quickly, darkness approaches."

They ran over to the others. "Come on," ordered Harry. "We have to go now. Firenze said it´s getting dark."

"Ok," said Aimie, closing her eyes. "...That way, quite a way off, lets go."

Harry frowned, before following. Even if Aimie did turn out to be evil hell spawn,

(A/N: More than likely.)

he was pretty sure he, Ron and Hermione could deal with a few unarmed muggles.

(A/N: Ooooh! Harry can `deal with´ me any time!)

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Mr. Bathurst was extremely confused. This was not a new experience for him, as the collective sense of humour of his year eleven Latin group often left him completely in the dark. He remembered telling them that as there was only one pupil in his lower sixth class, he had to go one-on-one with them in specially organized sessions. For some reason, they had found this hilarious.

You would think that having taught at the school for forty years would entitle him to a little respect. They were nice enough children, but did not have any respect at all for their elders. None at all. So odd.

But this was really confusing. After a blaze of purple light, he had been apprehended by a group of people all wearing masks, and black dresses.

And then there was that man with the glowing red eyes...

*Ominous music plays*

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It was completely dark by the time Aimie announced they were nearly there. Everyone was extremely edgy, especially those who knew what was in the Forbidden Forest. (So, everyone except Deejay, who was an extremely slow reader, and wasn´t yet though book one)

"All the others are here," Aimie said, with her eyes closed. "That´ll save us some time. John, David, James...ah. No Mr. Bathurst, people, sorry. We´ll have to find him at some point."

There was general groaning, as everyone had very sore feet by now. She shrugged.

"Like I say, sorry. Can we all look around, please, but I´m not going to tell you to split up, or I´ll sound like someone out of a bad horror movie." Still with her eyes shut, she turned left and crashed straight in to a nearby tree. After that, she kept her eyes conspicuously open, deciding that sight was more reliable than only recently-acquired ESP.

Heeding her excellent advice, and doing their best to ignore the lack of grace, they went into one group of three and one of four. Deejay, Ron, Manda, and Harry joined up, and Vicky, Hermione and Aimie went in the other.

Harry´s group went left, where they saw a faint glow coming from a clearing. "Stay here," said Harry. "I´ll go and have a look."

"No you won´t," replied Deejay. "You remember Aimie making that reference to bad horror movies? Well, this is what always happens. They split up, and wander around on their own, usually walking backwards. You´re making the same mistake the girl in the tight top always does."

Harry rolled his eyes. "So we do what?"

Manda gave him a patient look. "What we always do. When a problem presents itself, delegate. AIMIE! VICKY!"

The other group came running. "Will you keep your voice down!" Vicky hissed. "Do you really want to have to deal with a gang of acromantulas? A few werewolves? Perhaps just a basilisk would be good enough for you."

Manda looked scared. "Sorry Vicky," she whispered.

"What´s an acromantula?" asked Deejay into the awkward silence that followed.

"Shut up!" whispered everyone else.

"Ok, lets all go together, shall we?" said Aimie slowly, as though she were talking to a group of toddlers.

"...And then we´ll all sit down for our milk and cookies!" finished Vicky. Aimie gave her a look, and beckoned for everyone to follow her.

(A/N: The look is famous for its incredible withering power, and consists of the person utilizing the look staring at the recipient with absolutely no expression until the person either looks away or collapses into shrieking, terrified hysteria, and begs forgiveness. A powerful weapon)

They all crept forward into the light, where they saw three boys, surrounded by a group of stunning blondes, all speaking very fast in French.

"Oh look, the French tart brigade..." Aimie muttered. "Looks like we´ll have to drag those three away. Come on, Vicky."

"Do you know how to fight veela?" asked Hermione.

"No, but we´ve encountered this type of girl before." Manda replied.

"What do you do?"

She looked faintly worried. "Well...usually we call a few friends and challenge them to a few rounds of laser-quest. Which we would thrash them at, but I don´t think that´s really an option here."

They watched Aimie and Vicky moving towards the group.

"So what do you reckon they´re going to do?"

Manda shook her head. "I have no idea."

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Oooooh! Scary situations abound.... Will Aimz and Vix be able to rescue the boys from the FTB? Is Mr. B really in for it this time? How irritated will Emily and Daxa get with us before they decide to give up and go home?

Don´t ask me.

I wasn´t. They were hypothetical questions.

Yeah, I know. I´m just trying to irritate you. You know, we should have a little romance story going on in this.

Vicky, for the last time, no, you can´t have Harry. None of us can have Harry. Leave the boy alone. But you have a point. If anyone can think of any (good and realistic) ships for this story, let me know! (No OC´s in them (that´s me, Vicky, etc.))

Oh, can´t I be in them? Please? If I can´t have Harry, I need someone...

Oh, please. Don´t be tragic, being single isn´t so bad.

Well, I suppose you would be the expert there...*ducks*

*Aimie takes out a tinselly wand with a star on top, waves it dramatically at Vicky, and disappears. Vicky looks around for a couple of seconds, then quickly walks off. *