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The Rules of Hogwarts	By : MistressAshley Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 3608 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Rule 1
- 2-Rule 2
- 3-Rule 3
- 4-Rule 4
- 5-Rule 5
- 6-Rule 6
- 7-Rule 7
- 8-Rule 8
- 9-Rule 9
- 10-Rule 10
- 11-Rule 11
- 12-Rule 12
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- 9
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I make no profit from writing this.

AN: Sorry for the wait, RL is busy. Here's hoping I can get the next one written and posted soon.

Rule 9: I will NOT tell the first years to make a treehouse in the Whomping Willow

Silly Little Firsties

Harry watched Hermione lead the first years into the common room from his seat before the fire. Given the harassed look on Ron's face, Hermione had likely taken them the longer, yet more easily remembered path. A few of them were yawning, leaning on their neighbor's shoulder as their heads drooped. It was just as likely that Hermione took them on a detailed tour, boring them with facts about Hogwarts that were sure to come from Hogwarts A History.

"Go on up to bed. I got them," Harry said, standing from his comfy seat. He pasted on a friendly smile at their gaping looks. "Come on over here guys." He jerked his head at Hermione, Ron having taken the escape immediately. "Go on, Hermione; I'm not going to corrupt them in the few minutes it takes to give them a few pointers—like never trust anything that comes from Fred and George. I'll have them off to bed before you know it." He gave her his patented 'don't you trust me' look. It got him a skeptical look but all the same Hermione took the stairs up to the girl's dorm.

"Right, kiddies, I wasn't joking about taking sweets from Fred and George. Better yet, don't take sweets from anyone; get what you want in the Great Hall at breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Maybe in your second year I'll tell you how to get to the kitchens. Next, beware of Peeves. He's the local poltergeist and the only one who can control him is the Slytherin ghost. I'm sure you saw him at the feast?" There was a round of wide eyed nods and a few shivers from the ones who were unlucky enough to have already met Peeves. "Never try pleading with Peeves; he's likely to turn it around on you. Also, never try to order Peeves around, and never, ever try to hit Peeves. He's only solid when he wants to be and he'll not take a hit lying down. He can be a malicious little bugger. Right, what else is there?" Harry wracked his brain for all the little things about Hogwarts. "Don't tell secrets in the halls; the portraits are gossip mongers and your secret will be all over the school before long. Last …" Harry paused. The first years watched him with wide-eyed awe. Such trusting, annoying little buggers. Could he really do this? Hermione was sure to kill him when she found out, and she would find out, but ...

Yeah, he really could.

"I don't know if I should tell you. It's a real honor if you do, but no one ever has before. And believe me, we tried."

They jabbered excitedly, all talking over each other as they tried to convince him to tell them. Harry let them hang for a moment before he leaned forward eagerly. He made a large show of glancing around, making sure no one was eavesdropping.

"Right, you saw the huge tree out on the grounds, didn't you? Well, since you guys can't do any of the extra classes or play Quidditch until next year—you know, any of that fun stuff, it's become something every first year class does. They've turned it into a competition between houses. It's an honor for your house because if you win Gryffindor gets 500 points; that's like an automatic win for the House Cup," Harry told them excitedly. "What you have to remember is that no one has done it before. Everyone is pretty bitter about it and are going to be out to see you fail for sure."

He watched their eager faces as they leaned forward.

"What do we have to do?" A tiny red haired girl asked with wide eyes and a hushed voice.

"Well," Harry hesitated once more to drag out the suspense, "I really shouldn't be telling you this. Your names will go down in the history books if you manage this. Who wouldn't want to be in the history books?" Harry shrugged. "But, I'm already there, so I guess I can help you along. Like I said, that tree out on the grounds is a very special tree. It moves on its own. There's a way to stop that; you just have to find it. Finding a way to stop it is only the first step though. The real challenge is the building. To win … you need to build a treehouse within that tree. It has to be complete to win, so you can't ever let the tree become active or it will destroy your hard work and likely end with most of you in the hospital wing. You see, the tree doesn't take well to people climbing on it." Why did he have to be so soft? He could have just let them find out on their own. Harry jumped from his seat with a clap of his hands that had the first years giving startled gasps. "Well, off to bed with you or Hermione will skin me alive." He ushered the tiny little students out of the room. "Remember, tell no one, not even the prefects or the teachers. They'll just try to stop you from winning."

He got a round of nods and eager grins as the first years hurried from the room, talking excitedly amongst themselves. Apparently the curly haired blond boy with the knobby elbows and knees had spent the past summer building a treehouse with his father and was telling any who would listen that he knew everything there was to know about the building process. There was very little speculation on how to stop the tree.

Good. Harry went to bed with a smirk and a song in his heart. Silly little firsties.

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Within the first week almost all the Gryffindor first years were admitted to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was at a loss to explain why the first years had suddenly gotten it into their heads to build a treehouse in the Whomping Willow and none of them would speak up. All they would say when asked was that they wanted to win. Win what, she couldn't tell the demanding Headmaster or the Gryffindor's furious Head of House.

Detentions didn't dissuade them and threats of expulsion only made them work harder. It was with a mad sort of awe that the teachers watched the students running and jumping around the tree, poking and prodding at the trunk before a lucky, nimble black haired girl managed to hit the knot that caused the tree to shudder to a stop.

Construction began shortly after, with the first years learning quickly that the tree didn't stay stopped for long. The destruction of all their hard work didn't seem to phase them as they scurried like worker ants about the stilled tree.

Thus came about the construction of the very first Whomping Willow treehouse … not that it lasted long after completion. It was with great pride that Harry convinced Ron to award the first years 500 points … not that they lasted long either since Hermione took them away for the sheer recklessness of the entire situation, lecturing Harry the entire time with pursed lips and narrowed eyes.

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