Harry Potter and Dumbledore's Army by etched Chaos

Rating: PG13
Genres: Drama, Action & Adventure
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 31/01/2005
Last Updated: 07/03/2005
Status: In Progress

It's War at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Harry and Dumbledore's Army
realising the need for protection step up their lessons. With extra lessons and extra incentive
will this band of young Wizards and Witches become a great army?




1. A Short Stay
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Chapter One: A Short Stay

A light drizzle consumed the meticulously kept lawns of Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey,
the almost identical detached houses towered over the dull grey paving and tarmac road. The clouds
swirled ominously overhead, the light cutting rain changing direction as if it was controlled by a
powerful force. Harry stared at the depressing weather from his bedroom window and could only think
of his dead Godfather Sirius Black, the images of him falling through the veil stuck in his head as
if they had been charmed with the permanent sticking spell.

It’s been a very slow few days since he’d left King’s Cross station and his friends, it almost
felt as if that day was a lifetime behind him. Harry closed his eyes and threw himself backwards
onto his bed, the springs heaved under his weight as the rackety old bed was on its last legs.
Unlike Dudley, Harry wasn’t afforded the luxury of a new bed or luxury furniture; he had to make do
with whatever was found at the tip. Harry laid his arms out to his side and tried to think of
something other than Sirius or the Prophecy.

”HARRY!” shouted the portly Uncle Vernon from the bottom of the stairs. Harry sprang up like a
spring as his name reverberated through his head. “Harry! I’d like a word with you.” Uncle Vernon
shouted his voice straining as he impatiently awaited Harry’s response. Except Harry didn’t respond
by voice, he merely got off his noisy bed and opened his bedroom door and walked slowly down the
stairs his head aimed squarely at the floor as he came within feet of Uncle Vernon.

”Harry,” said Uncle Vernon firmly “this came for you.” Uncle Vernon had in his right hand a
letter addressed to Harry; he waved it around in front of Harry’s face.

“I’ve half a mind to tear it up,” Uncle Vernon uttered at Harry with contempt. “But seeing as
you have enlisted the aid of others to threaten us, I have no choice but to allow you this…
luxury.” He said lingering on the word luxury, as if Harry wasn’t even deserving of it.

Harry looked at the letter and snatched at it like a hawk, his eye’s never crossing with his
Uncle’s. He grasped the letter tightly and scuttled back up the stairs as Uncle Vernon watched him
with a horrid sneer etched across his face. Harry turned the corner and immediately was out of the
watchful eye of his scornful Uncle. He held the letter tighter still and bombed into his small,
cramp bedroom. He shut the door with his foot and jumped onto his squeaky bed and stared at the
letter intently.

Harry Potter
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey

He knew immediately who it was from, it was plastered with stamps, a hallmark of the Weasley’s
attempting to send Muggle-mail, it was however not as bad as the last letter, there was at least 2
inches of free space on the letter for the address to be scrawled within. Harry held his breath for
a moment before opening it; he was hoping with all his might that it was a letter signalling his
exit of this place and a summer at the Burrow. After losing his Godfather he wasn’t really wanting
to be stuck in his lifeless room for 2 months without human contact and with his soul destroying
Uncle, Aunt and his Bullying Cousin Dudley.

Harry ripped open the envelope and pulled out the letter and carefully unfolded it, his
excitement being controlled just encase he harboured false hopes. He took a deep breath and then
began reading; his eyes lit up as he flew through the letter and then re-read it again.

Dear Harry,

I hope the letter reached you ok, George recommended sending it via Muggle Post again as not
to offend your Uncle and Aunt. I hope you’ve been alright, have they been treating you well?
Anyway, we have good news; you’re spending the whole summer with us. We thought that after Sirius
leaving us, that it was best you spent the summer with us as we know how hard it must be for you in
that house.

Pack all your things and we’ll be there to pick you up in a few hours, we’re not sure what
time as George is having problems with his new Muggle Car, he can’t seem to get it started. Anyway
pack your things away and we’ll be right with you.

Yours Sincerely
Molly Weasley

P.S Don’t worry about dinner

A huge grin stretched across Harry’s face as he dropped the letter onto the bed and had images
of Ron, Ginny, and Mr and Mrs Weasley thunder through his head. After losing Sirius this is exactly
what he needed, it made him warm inside as he forgot about Sirius for a moment and glowed at the
thought of the summer ahead. Harry sat down on his bed and let his mind float away into a world of
laughter and happiness; he was with his friends far away from Privet Drive and the torture that
came with it.

After several moments lost on a wave of excitement and giddiness Harry suddenly sat-up and
realised that he was still in his Uncle and Aunt’s home and that Uncle Vernon would be wanting to
find out what the letter was about and soon. Harry decided that the only sensible way to approach
this would be to take it on headfirst and go see Uncle Vernon with the letter and not allow Uncle
Vernon the time to build up his anger and then unleash it. Harry picked up the letter and slowly
made his way downstairs into the sterile world of which Aunt Petunia had created and of which was
seemingly the only way the Dursley’s could live.

Harry walked slowly down the carpeted stairs and turned into the hallway to see Uncle Vernon and
Aunt Petunia arguing in the spotlessly clean kitchen. Aunt Petunia looked flustered and Uncle
Vernon had a look of rage emblazoned across his face. Harry paused for a moment in the hallway, his
hand grasping the letter still as he watched them argue, he didn’t move an inch until Uncle Vernon
stopped and turned to look at him, his eyes stared at Harry as if he was some circus freakshow.

”Yes,” said Uncle Vernon sharply, his body now turned completely towards Harry, his hands held
in front of his chest, crossed.

”Ummm,” said a nervous Harry, he’d never come to let his Uncle and Aunt read one of his letters
before, it wasn’t something he was particularly enthused about. “I think you... better know what
the letter said.”

”Well Harry, spit it out,” was Uncle Vernon’s blunt reply, he wasn’t in the mood for
pleasantries and he especially had no time for Harry.

”Well, the Weasley’s are coming to pick me up and take me away fro the summer,” said Harry with
a tinge of defiance in his voice, he’d been waiting to spend the whole summer away from the
Dursley’s for as long as he could remember.

Harry looked at Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia with bated breath, he was expecting Uncle Vernon
to explode like Mount Vesuvius and for Aunt Petunia and look on him with those scornful, piercing
eyes and cast some ill thought judgement upon the Weasley’s. Except nothing like that happened, in
the moments following his announcement both of them seemed almost indifferent, it was a strange
situation for Harry to behold.

”Fine,” came the late reply from Uncle Vernon. Harry looked confused, this wasn’t the reaction
he’d had in mind and it certainly didn’t seem like the Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia that he knows.
He stood for a brief moment before turning on the calm demeanours of Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon
and began the slow ascension back to his tiny bedroom.

With every step, Harry thought to himself ‘Why didn’t they make a big deal of it?’ What exactly
was it that made both Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia seem so… subdued? It was like an itch you can’t
reach, Harry just couldn’t figure it out, no matter what ideas or theories shot through his head,
none of them could explain it, and none of them seemed even plausible.

Harry pushed open the door to his bedroom and dragged himself into the room and sat himself on
the end of his haggardly old bed. He looked back out of his window at the dismal weather and
sighed, as much as he was looking forward to leaving with the Weasleys, he just couldn’t bear
another second in this house. He also was hoping that he wasn’t returning to Grimmauld Place, as
much as he preferred to be there, he really didn’t want to be in a place that reminded him of
Sirius. Since Sirius’ death, Harry had not felt like a part of him that died with it and hadn’t
been able to sleep properly nor go any large amounts of time without Sirius face popping up in his
head.

Harry lowered his head on the rough blanket strewn across his bed and slowly closed his eyes,
his mind drifting from the world around him and into the land of his dreams.

Harry awoke with a startle, he rose to a seated position swiftly and stared out of the window,
“it was still light out,” he thought to himself. He rubbed his eyes with his hands and moved
himself to the side of the bed and looked over at Hedwig’s empty cage, she was out hunting still.
He closed his eyes momentarily and got to his feet, he stretched out his arms and walked over to
his trunk and opened it up to reveal a complete mess, he hadn’t unpacked it properly since he’d got
back from Hogwarts and obviously wasn’t going to be unpacking it properly here.

Harry picked up a pile of hand-me-down clothes that were lying next to the trunk and haplessly
packed them into the trunk. He stuffed them in with no cause for tidiness or organisation; he
wasn’t in the mindset to be doing things neatly. Harry paused for a moment as he looked at the Book
of Curses and Counter-Curses; it was still open from two nights ago when Harry was casually reading
it, perusing for more curses for Dumbledore’s Army. Harry let-out a proud smile as memories of the
DA meetings ran through his head, it made him proud to think he’d taught them all these curses and
that this year he’ll be able to continue doing so.

Harry closed the book and placed it within the Trunk and stepped back and looked at his rather
shabby handiwork, he was surprisingly happy with it in a Teenage I’ve never been one for tidiness
kind of way.

Harry turned and made his way downstairs and into the meticulously clean lounge, the glass
ornaments glimmered on the mantelpiece as Harry stood in the doorway and snarled at Dudley who was
sat watching ‘The 100 Greatest Boxing Massacres,’ on Video. Dudley turned and did the typical thug
sign for war; cracking his knuckles in his hand. Harry just stood strong and greeted him back with
a wry grin, his right hand clutching the wand in the side pocket of his oversized tatty jeans.

”One of these days I’m going to pound you into the ground,” uttered Dudley in his deep thuggish
voice.

Harry leaned forward over the side of the sofa and under his jumper aimed the wand at Dudley.
“Oh Dudley, don’t forget I could magic you into a toad whenever I pleased,” Dudley immediately went
white and stiffened up like he’d been hit with the Petrificus Totalus curse. Harry let out a short
chuckle and stood up straight again.

”Harry,” said Aunt Petunia who was standing behind Harry, Harry turned suddenly to see Aunt
petunia stood with a sympathetic look on her face “can we have a word?”

Confusion gripped Harry, what did Aunt Petunia mean by ‘can we have a word?’ what on earth could
it be about? Harry pondered these thoughts as he followed Aunt Petunia into the Conservatory and
was directed to a solitary seat at the dark brown mahogany dining table. Stood facing the French
windows was uncle Vernon his eyes scanning the outside world as Aunt Petunia sat herself down
opposite Harry. After a moment Uncle Vernon turned around and stared diligently at Harry as Aunt
Petunia began.

”Harry, we hoped, we’d never have to tell you this, but well…” Aunt Petunia softly said, her
usual piercing voice being replaced with a much softer and compassionate one “it’s time, Dumbledore
feels you should know.”

Harry perked up in his seat, he hadn’t expected Aunt Petunia to ever utter Dumbledore’s name and
what surprised Harry most was that there was no reply from Uncle Vernon telling Aunt Petunia never
to speak that name in this house. Harry didn’t know what to say or think. But he had to ask.

”What does Professor Dumbledore want me to know?” said Harry firmly, his voice cutting through
Aunt Petunia almost like a hot knife through butter.

Aunt Petunia hesitated for a moment and looked at Uncle as if asking for him to help but he
merely shrugged her off and continued to stare at Harry. “Well,” she said nervously “it’s hard to
put into words, for so long we tried to scare it out of you, for so long we didn’t want anything to
do with it, we wanted rid of you but he reminded me why we had to keep you.”

Harry didn’t reply he felt no need to; Aunt Petunia was going to say what she was going to say
and needed no goading from Harry to get on with it, Harry was willing to wait as long as it takes
to hear what she had to say.

Aunt petunia was about to begin speaking again when a loud knock came from the front door, Uncle
Vernon immediately darted from his spot watching Harry and answered the door. Harry listened
closely, he knew exactly who it was and he somehow knew that he wouldn’t be hearing what Aunt
Petunia was going to say well not tonight at least.

Uncle Vernon could be heard loudly talking with distaste in his voice, one of superiority over
lower classes and with that Harry knew exactly who had arrived; it was the Weasleys. Harry jumped
from his seat and ran through to the hallway to see Mrs and Mr Weasley stood in conversation with
Uncle Vernon and Ron stood in the middle of the hallway looking for something or someone. The
moment Harry came into view Ron looked up and let out a huge cheesy grin.

”How are you doing Harry?” said Ron simply, he was never one to make overblown hello’s, he
preferred the more understated affair of a simple hello and ‘how are you’. “We’ve come to get
you.”

Harry smiled and walked towards Ron, “Yea, I got the letter, so how’s the Burrow these days?”
was Harry’s response, it too wasn’t overblown like that of Hermione or Mrs Weasley but it was
enough. Ron let slip a cheeky grin and whispered into Harry’s ear, “We’re not at the Burrow this
summer, again.”

Harry didn’t know whether to smile or frown, he’d liked being at the headquarters of the order
of the Phoenix but then he also didn’t want to be around a place which reminded him of Sirius it
was a double-edged sword.

Harry never had a chance in fending off Mrs Weasley, she dragged him into her arms and crushed
him with one of her renowned hugs, “Oh Harry, we did miss you!” She released a still shocked Harry
and looked at him whilst fluffing his hair with her left hand. “Oh Harry you still look peaky, we
best give you a proper meal for once.” She said lovingly.

Mr Weasley walked over to Harry and placed a fatherly like hand on his shoulder “good to see you
Harry, we’d hoped you’d spend the summer with all of us, but we needed the go-ahead first.”

Harry was filled with warmth and delight, he’d hoped with all his heart that he’d spend the
whole summer with the Weasleys and though Dumbledore had said he needed to spend some time with the
Dursleys, he still hoped it was a short stay.

”Ron, why don’t you help Harry pack his things and bring them down, Molly and I need a word with
the Dursleys,” said Mr Weasley in a very business like way.

Harry and Ron ran up the stairs as fast as they could as Mr and Mrs Weasley stepped into the
kitchen with uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Harry barrelled into his bedroom first and Ron followed
immediately after, Ron slipped and cannoned into Harry and both of them flew onto the bed. They
both exploded with laughter and lay on the bed staring at the ceiling and laughing at the accident.
Ron stopped laughing first and sat upright.

”Harry, you’ll never guess what?”

”What?” was Harry’s quick fire response.

”Mum taught me this cool trick with the wand, it’s great,”

Harry looked at him and raised his eyebrow slightly. “Ron, when did you ever find something your
mum has taught you as ’cool’?”

Ron looked at him as if Harry had said something so offensive; it needed a teacher like look of
disappointment. “No really, you have to check this out, watch.”

Ron jumped up off the bed and pulled his wand out; he aimed it at the trunk and with a single
motion swung towards the door. The trunk followed the wand and smashed into the side of the old
wardrobe next to the door and fell to the floor. Harry immediately fell back onto the bed laughing
as Ron stared at the trunk in disbelief.

”That wasn’t supposed to happen,” Ron said trying to make Harry believe him. Harry didn’t do
anything but continue laughing, it was a change for Harry to be laughing so much during the summer,
normally he’d be cooped up alone with no hope of laughter, and this was a refreshing change.

After a minute or so Harry stopped laughing and joined Ron stood by the bed, he smiled at Ron
and both of them didn’t speak but rather did the job they’d come up to do and carry Harry’s things
downstairs. Harry took care of Hedwig’s cage and his Firebolt 3000 broom, Ron of course struggled
with Harry’s trunk. They both trudged down the stairs with the things, well Harry trudged Ron was
dragged with the trunk yelling ‘STOP!’ as he sped towards the bottom of the stairs and the hallway
leading to the front door.

Both of them reached the bottom and were greeted by both Mr and Mrs Weasley with accommodating
smiles, Mr Weasley took the trunk and Mrs Weasley took Hedwig’s cage and the Broom off Harry. Aunt
Petunia and uncle Vernon looked shell-shocked they both stood without saying a word, they merely
watched all 4 of them with scornful looks.

”Come on boys, we have to get going now,” said Mrs Weasley politely, she turned towards the
Dursleys “We’ll see you some other time I expect.”

”Yes, of course, take care and thanks for the chat,” was Mr Weasley’s civilised goodbye.
Whatever was said between the four adults was obviously something that the Dursleys hadn’t expected
and had rubbed them the wrong, though speaking with the Weasleys probably would’ve done that
anyway.

Harry opened the front door and a cold breeze rushed in from outside, it waved over Harry like a
cold shower removing aches and pains, it had the feeling of freedom, well comparable freedom as no
doubt he’d be kept inside for the summer anyway; safety reasons no doubt.

Mr and Mrs Weasley walked out of the house first, Ron followed quickly after, Harry however took
a moment to just look at 4 Privet Drive for the last time this summer and then exited, closing the
front door behind him. He stepped out and then in front of him he saw the Order of the Phoenix,
Mad-Eye Moody, Tonks, Remus Lupin and Kingsley Shacklebolt greeted him. Immediately the
ridiculousness of Moody’s bowler hat to conceal his magic eye brought a smile to his face, this was
much better than living with the Dursleys and his summer hadn’t even begun yet.

”Right let’s get going, I don’t trust the muggles around this place,” snorted Moody, as he
clutched his broom. Harry smiled again, he was so glad to be out of Privet Drive and going
elsewhere.



2. A House of Memories
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Chapter Two: A House of Memories

Harry stood in Grimmauld Place and watched the familiar magical emergence of number 12 pop-up
between number 11 and number 13. Harry watched as the house finally appeared in all its glory, he
let out a small sigh as he watched Mad-Eye Moody turn his head in 8 different directions and then
open the door to the house.

Moody stepped into the house first and signalled for Harry to follow him as Remus, Tonks and
Kingsley followed closely behind in flanking positions. The moment Harry entered the house, a flood
of memories about Sirius flooded back to him; he was overwhelmed by them all flying at him at 500
miles an hour. But this was to be expected, Grimmauld place was always going to remind him of
Sirius, it had his memories in every nook and cranny of the house. Harry walked through into the
kitchen and sat himself down at the large table in the centre of the musty old kitchen, he looked
around at the dusty kitchen and images of the days spent here last summer with everyone cascaded
into his head.

Harry held his head in his hands and closed his eyes as he tried to stop the emotion and brevity
of the place engulf himself. Harry slowed his breathing as he heard footsteps in the room, he
didn’t turn to meet the sounds, but instead just stayed as he was, locked in a sea of sadness and
regret. The footsteps were of Remus Lupin, he stood watching Harry intently. “I know it must be
hard Harry,” said Remus softly, his voice tinged with a sympathetic undertone. “But don’t blame
yourself for what happened you didn’t know it was only a dream, there was no way for you to know he
was at home still.”

Harry removed himself from his hands and looked up at Remus and shook his head. “But I am to
blame, I should’ve known it was a dream, it kept happening over and over, I should’ve known it
wasn’t actually happening but I didn’t… Remus, I didn’t…” Harry let-out in one breath, he was cut
short by Remus putting his right hand on Harry’s shoulder and putting his finger on his lips.

”Harry, don’t let it get to you, we’re all hurting after his death, but if anything we’re to
blame, we should’ve known Voldemort would exploit you like that,” Remus calmly said, his voice
having a calming and soothing effect on Harry. “Look Harry, I know you must be finding it extremely
hard to be here, we all are, but and I shouldn’t be telling you this we’re trying to get the
authorisation for you to spend the summer with the Weasley’s at the Burrow. Don’t get your hopes up
mind, but we think it might be best if you’re in a location that doesn’t remind you of Sirius.”

Harry looked at Remus and a tiny smile escaped onto his face, he’d not dreamt he’d be spending
the summer at the Burrow and there was a chance he might. “But what about all the curses and spells
the house has? Wouldn’t it be safer for me to be here?” Harry asked quickly, trying to find out as
much as possible as to avoid disappointment.

”Well, this house is a lot safer, but we feel that your emotional health is important also and
whilst we can protect you easier here, it be better for you in the long-run if you stay at the
Burrow,” Remus said very matter of factly. “There is also a rumour that the whereabouts of the
Order’s headquarters has got out to some rather nasty individuals and well maybe if you were at the
Burrow it’d avoid certain individuals harming you.”

Harry looked at Remus with a confused look, he’d thought that the house was a complete secret,
how could anyone know of it whereabouts? Then it hit him, Harry then realised that it could very
well have been Kreacher that let the cat out of the bag, he wasn’t bound to the house and with
Sirius being dead he wouldn’t be sworn to his master’s secrecy. “Kreacher!” exclaimed Harry, his
voice bellowing around the kitchen as Remus stepped back and turned towards the kitchen sink.

”It could very well have been Kreacher, but we’re not certain, Sturgis Podmore could’ve given it
away under interrogation from Deatheaters,” was Remus’ succinct reply.

Harry was about to reply when the jovial Mrs Weasley barrelled into the kitchen. “Right you two,
out of the kitchen for the time-being, I have dinner to prepare,” Mrs Weasley said to the two of
them with a big smile drawn across her face. Remus smiled at Mrs Weasley and then turned to Harry
“Come on Harry, we can continue this conversation later, let’s get your stuff to your room and
sorted,” was Remus’ polite words as he directed Harry out of the kitchen and to the foot of the
stairs.

Harry began walking up the stairs but was stopped by Remus who was close enough to Harry so that
he could whisper into his ear. “Harry, don’t unpack all of your things, if you are allowed to stay
at the Burrow, we’re going to be removing you as quickly as possible, I have a sinking feeling we
may need every second,” Remus whispered with an air of urgency and worry in his voice.

Harry didn’t stop to linger, but thundered up the stairs and barrelled into his room. The room
was exactly as he left it, the wardrobe’s and paintings all had a layer of dust and his bed lay
under the placing of Phineas Nigellus’ portrait. Upon the bed was his trunk and Hedwig’s cage with
Hedwig stood next to it.

Harry sat down on the bed and coerced Hedwig into the cage and gave her a bit of food from his
pocket as he took the cage and put it in its former place of above the wardrobe. Harry turned back
round and immediately tended to his trunk; he opened it up and stared for a brief moment at the
multitude of things that were inside, shoes and old hand-me-down clothes and parchment, quills etc
for school. His eye caught the image of the broken mirror for communication from Sirius and a small
tear began to makes its way down his cheek. He wiped the cheek away and quickly put it into a small
drawer of the trunk and pulled out some spare clothes and some pyjamas to sleep in.

Harry put the clothes by the bed and removed the trunk from the bed and put it on the floor and
slid it underneath his bed. He stood back up properly and threw himself onto the bed and tried to
relax his eyes for a few brief moments, as happy as he was to be away from the Dursley’s it wasn’t
without its downsides. Harry closed his eyes for a moment and tried to think of something other
than Sirius farcing through the air and into the veil at the Ministry of Magic, it was an image
that seemed to be permanently stuck in front if his eyes.

”Harry Potter!” shouted a voice from inside the room, Harry bounced up with a startle, he’d not
expected to be disturbed quite so quickly. Harry looked around the room swiftly to try and see who
had said his name, then it dawned on him he turned to look at Phineas Nigellus stood in his
portrait with his arms on his hips and a sarcastic face greeting him. “I thought you had some sense
Mr. Potter, but obviously I was mistaken,” Phineas snorted sarcastically.

”What are you doing here Phineas?” asked Harry quietly, he was still slightly startled by the
way Phineas had got his attention.

”Why wouldn’t I be here? This is my portrait? Isn’t it?” he rhetorically asked Harry, his voice
tinged with little to no tolerance for such questions. “If you must know, Albus sent me to check up
on you, another one of his meaningless errands.”

”Phineas, there’s more to it, isn’t there?” Harry asked with a hint of wonder in his voice.

”If you must know Mr. Potter, I have to come to ask you a simple question, one I feel I need not
ask, but seeing as you are his godson and that you witnessed his death, I feel compelled to ask,”
he said without a single hint of sarcasm, a strange mix of heartfelt sadness and curiosity. “Who
killed my great-great-grandson?”

Harry was confused, he’d always assumed that Professor Dumbledore would’ve told him by now, and
that for Phineas to ask him was something he’d never expected. “But hasn’t Professor Dumbledore
already told you?” Harry asked him his eyes not focusing on the painted image of Phineas.

”That he has Mr. Potter, but I do feel that to hear it from you will make it a reality,” Phineas
said solemnly.

”Well Phineas, it was Bellatrix Lestrange, she was the one that made Sirius fall through the
veil,” Harry said his voice tinged with sorrow at having to verbally say that she had done it.

Phineas didn’t reply he just stood there letting the realisation sink in; he held his hand to
his chin and then without as much as a word disappeared from the portrait, obviously back to his
portrait in Professor Dumbledore’s office.

Harry was slow to turn away from the portrait and return back to lying on the bed with his head
pushed into the pillow and his arms stretched out as far as he could. Harry stayed like that for a
few moments, it felt good to be stretched out so far, and his bed in Privet Drive was far too small
for him to even consider such a thing. Harry wiggled his fingers for a moment and wiggled his toes
too as he lay there. He stopped the wiggling and turned his head towards the bed adjacent to his
and saw that it was obviously Ron's as it wasn’t made and all of Ron’s things had been thrown
around it as if a Cornish Pixy had been unleashed upon his clothes.

”Harry, dinner’s ready,” shouted Mrs Weasley from down the stairs, Harry was up quicker than he
realised. He walked to the door, his stomach grumbling as if it switched on at the mere mention of
food. Harry grasped the door handle to the door and turned it, but before he left for the kitchen
he turned to the portrait of Phineas Nigellus and paused for a moment. “Phineas, I know you can’t
hear me, but I’m sorry, I’m really sorry,” he said softly, his voice only just audible. As Harry
turned his back on the portrait and left for the kitchen a head popped out from the corner of the
picture, Phineas watched Harry leave and didn’t say anything just stared at him for a moment with
an expression of sorrow and grief.

The kitchen and dining table was heaving with food, it was a Sunday evening and naturally Roast
Dinner was on the menu. Everyone at the table was drooling in wait for the food, with knives and
forks being held tightly and pointed at the ceiling. Harry stepped into the kitchen to see the
table packed with people, there was Remus, Mad-Eye, Tonks, Kingsley, Mr and Mrs Weasley, Ron and
Ginny. Harry looked for a short second and found the one spare seat between Ron and Remus, he sat
himself down and picked up his knife and fork as Mrs Weasley leaned forward.

”Well Harry, I hope you haven’t already eaten,” Mrs Weasley said with a chuckle, Harry just
looked up and smiled, he obviously hadn’t. “Well everyone, don’t let me keep you waiting
tuck-in.”

Immediately the table was awash with hands clutching at the food as if it was gold, the Roast
Beef went first with Mad-Eye giving it out to everyone that requested it, naturally no-one
declined, it looked succulent and absolutely delicious. Ron monopolised the Roast Potatoes, he
stared scornfully at anyone that came within inches of them until he had at least a half dozen on
his plate, Harry laughed at him as he attempted to hijack the potatoes and was greeted with a look
of sheer shock and amazement from Ron.

Ginny went straight for the steamed broccoli; she ignored the more popular stuff as it was
pointless her trying to contend with 3 aurors, one former professor, and two parents an older
brother and Harry. Ginny scooped 3 pieces of broccoli onto her plate and put the bowl back into the
centre of the table when Ron looked at her from across the table. “Broccoli Ginny!?” he chided,
“that’s not like you, you’re normally first to the mash, and gravy.”

”The gravy!” said Mrs Weasley suddenly, “I’d completely forgotten, bear with me as I quickly
make some.”

Mrs Weasley jumped from her seat and haphazardly began making some thick, Beef gravy, Ron and
Harry watched intently as Remus smiled at them both and began to shovel dollops and dollops of
Mashed potato onto his plate. “Oh Don’t worry about it Molly, I’m sure the lack of gravy isn’t a
problem,” retorted Kingsley politely, however the rest of the table didn’t agree with him,
immediately both Mr Weasley and Ron dropped their cutlery and began pleading with Mrs Weasley not
to stop making it.

Mrs Weasley didn’t stop and after a few minutes brought the gravy over to the table, “Gravy’s
ready everyone,” she announced to the table. Everyone at the table, bar Harry, Ron and Mr Weasley
had already begun eating their food. Ron and Mr Weasley had waited for the gravy and Harry had
joined in as he didn’t want to miss-out on the tradition of pouring gravy on his food first and
then eating.

”I nearly had a heart-attack there Molly, I can’t have a traditional Roast without my gravy,” Mr
Weasley said as he wiped his head of sweat. Mrs Weasley smiled and passed him the gravy as Ron
waited with bated breath, so he could engulf his food in gravy goodness.

”Arthur, I don’t understand your love for this gravy, it’s just thick meat juices,” uttered
Kingsley with a very matter of fact like tone. Mr Weasley finished pouring his gravy, passed it to
Ron and then turned back to Kingsley. “It’s a muggle tradition that I find to make my dinner’s
taste like a dream, apparently, they have dried gravy in shops, Harry can confirm this, can’t you
Harry?” Mr Weasley asked Harry very suddenly who looked over at Kingsley and Mr Weasley as Ron
passed him the gravy.

”Ummm, yes, it’s very popular in the muggle world,” Harry said quickly, trying to finish the
discussion so he could pour his gravy and enjoy his food. Harry began to pour his gravy when he was
interrupted by Remus. “Harry, could you pass me the gravy when you’re finished, I think I might try
it,” muttered Remus at Harry, as the gravy cascaded over the piles of food on Harry’s plate. Harry
did as Remus asked and passed him the now half-empty jug of gravy, Remus looked at the gravy for a
moment and then conservatively poured it onto his roast dinner.

The table was silent except for the clashing of cutlery and the sound of eating and enjoyment,
no-one spoke as the food quickly disappeared, the feast like set-up being gone in a matter of
minutes. As soon as the final piece of food was eaten, Mrs Weasley immediately stood up and began
clearing the table and starting the washing-up. “I’m stuffed, I couldn’t eat another bite,”
exclaimed Ron with a huge grin plastered across his face.

”You’ll have to make room Ron, there’s dessert still,” retorted Mrs Weasley with a mischievous
glee in her voice. Ron looked at his mother; his grin became even bigger as he started massaging
his belly. “What are you doing Rob?” questioned Harry.

”I’m making more room for dessert, can’t let it go to waste now, can I?” replied Ron as he
continued to massage his belly.

”Right you are Ron, good thinking,” Mr Weasley joked, he too now massaging his belly with bliss.
Harry laughed at the silliness of both Ron and Mr Weasley acting like a pair of 5 year olds at the
prospect of dessert.

”Mum, can you hurry-up, Ron and Dad are acting like a right pair of plonkers,” Ginny snorted, as
he looked at both Ron and her father disapprovingly. Mrs Weasley turned and just chuckled as the
plates began to be cleaned by the charmed scrubbing brush and Mrs Weasley pulled out a giant size
Black Forest Gateau, 8 bowls and 8 spoons and directed them to the table by her wand.

She followed the gateau, bowls and spoons to the table and sat herself back two. “Oh will you
two grow-up, you know rubbing your belly doesn’t help anyway.”

Both Ron and Mr Weasley stopped and everyone tucked into the gorgeous looking gateau. A long
queue formed as Mrs Weasley began sharing out the gateau to all those with bowls, which was
everyone. Ron was first to be served, he was followed swiftly by Remus who’d seemed to get behind
him without anyone noticing, Tonks was next up, though she wasn’t quite as stealthy as Remus, she
jumped in with a gallant shout of ‘I’m next!’.

”This is simply delicious,” Remus said as he finished off his spoonful, “you’ve really gone all
out Molly.”

”Well, it’s a special occasion, it’s Harry’s first night here, so I thought it best I pull out
all the stops,” she said whilst smiling at Harry with that typical motherly love type look. Harry
blushed a dark shade of red as he looked down at his own dessert and continued to eat, not wanting
anyone to see how embarrassed he was.

The dessert again was quickly finished off, and everyone neglected to begin any real
conversations during the digestion of the dessert, the only sentences were off thanks and
complements to Mrs Weasley and the occasional ‘I’m stuffed’ or ‘I couldn’t eat another bite’.

Harry left for his room, without saying much else than a few good nights and a big thank you to
Mrs Weasley for the food, it’d been a long day for him and he just wanted to roll-up in his bed and
sleep for days. He trudged up the stairs to his room and entered his room without as much as a
sound, his body almost on auto-pilot as he changed quickly and rolled into bed and fell asleep.

***

Harry awoke sharply, he could hear a lot of shouting from downstairs, he couldn’t figure out
what it was all about but obviously something was going on and it wasn’t good. Harry sat upright
and to his right was Ron sat rubbing his eyes, he looked like death warmed up and like Harry had no
idea what was going on.

”What’s going on Harry? The shouting woke me up,” asked Ron as he sat worriedly.

”I don’t know Ron, it woke me up too, let’s go find out,” Harry said as he slowly crept out of
his bed and slipped on his dressing gown and stepped towards the door. Suddenly the door flew open
and stood in the doorway was an exasperated Remus; he launched into the room and immediately looked
at the boys.

”Get your things boys; you have to leave, now!” he yelled as Harry stepped towards him, looking
to ask him what was going on.

”What’s going on, Professor?” Harry asked, as he approached Remus.

”We’ve no time for questions boys, pack your things and go to the kitchen, you have to leave,”
he replied, his voice tinged with urgency and panic.

Ron looked at Harry and both boys began sorting their things out, Remus helped by taking
Hedwig’s cage and picking up anything that Ron may have left around the room and throwing it into
Ron’s trunk. After a minute or two both boys had packed their trunks and pulled them to the doorway
as Remus looked at both of them.

”When you get to the kitchen, do not ask any questions, just do as Mrs Weasley says and don’t go
anywhere else, it is imperative that you go to the kitchen and only the kitchen, I’ll be escorting
you.” Remus led the way down the stirs and both boys followed closely, not pausing for any reason
or saying a word, they knew something was wrong and it wasn’t something trivial.

All three of them entered the kitchen to see Mr Weasley stood by the fireplace clutching a bag
of floo powder, he looked flustered and his face had a couple of welts and bruises as he stood.
“Right, you two hurry up and brings your things here, you’re going to the Burrow, take a handful of
powder each and be quick,” Mr Weasley said in a ramble, the voices seemingly merging into one. Both
boys took a handful of floo powder and stood close to the fireplace.

”Ron you first, you’re going to the Burrow,” Mr Weasley said as he directed Ron into the
fireplace. Ron pulled his trunk into the fireplace, and stood ready to go as a crash and a bang
sounded from elsewhere in the house. Both boys jumped at the fright as Remus looked out the doorway
with worry and quickly dropped Hedwig’s cage off with Harry.

”Ron, don’t waste anytime, go, now!” exclaimed a now panicking Mr Weasley.

”The Burrow,” shouted Ron as he threw the floo powder into the flames, green flames engulfed him
and in a flash he was gone.

Harry wasted no time in waiting for Mr Weasley to tell him to enter the fireplace he pulled his
trunk and Hedwig’s cage into the fire and stood in the fireplace and looked out. As he readied
himself to go he saw in front of him a tall cloaked thing stood outside the kitchen doorway, the
figure lifted his arm and pointed a wand at Harry. “The Burrow,” Harry shouted and threw down the
floo powder in the flames.

In a split second he heard the wizard shout “AVADA….” And then the flames engulfed him and he
was gone.



3. A Deep Sigh of Relief
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Chapter 3: A Deep Sigh of Relief

Harry awoke in the centre of the Weasley kitchen, his things were by his side as above him was
Mrs Weasley dabbing his head with a damp cloth. Harry turned his head slightly to see Ron and Mr
Weasley watching him carefully. He tried to sit-up but was held down by Mrs Weasley. “Now Harry
dear, don’t get up you’ve had a nasty fall,” she said as she continued to dab his head.

”Wha… what happened?” he asked as he tried to remember himself, the images of that cloaked
wizard directing his wand at him stuck in his head but after that it was blank.

”You slipped as you flooed into our fireplace and banged your head on the table as you fell,”
she softly said to Harry. “You’ve been out for an hour or so.”

”Where’s everyone else? Where’s Remus? Did he make it back?” he frantically asked, his mind with
thoughts of how it was too late and how the cloaked wizard had slain all those remaining.

Mrs Weasley took a hold of Harry’s hand, “now don’t you worry dear, they made it back just fine,
they’re out patrolling at the moment.”

Harry let out a deep sigh of relief and then slowly pushed himself into a seated position. Mrs
Weasley tried to keep him on his back, but he shrugged her off, he wasn’t going to be kept down by
a simple bump on the noggin. He rolled over onto his side and gingerly got to his feet as Mrs
Weasley continued to tend to him as if he was one of her son’s, well he was considered one.

Harry shook of the after-effects and made his way towards Ron and Mr Weasley. “You are a clumsy
one, aren’t you Harry?” asked Mr Weasley Jokingly, his voice seemingly too jovial for what had
previously transpired. “We’ll have that bandaged up in no time; you’ll never know you had a great
big lump.”

Harry let out a small smile as he tried to hide his embarrassment, Ron didn’t waste anytime in
walking over to him and punching him on the arm in the typical teenage sign of respect. “A bump
won’t stop you will it Harry? You would’ve got whoever it was that came after us, wouldn’t you?”
Ron said with a big cheesy smile etched across his face. Harry just nodded in agreement, the upbeat
attitude seemed out of place, as if they’d been told to act as if it never actually happened.

”You’ll love where your staying Harry, it’s great, Mum sorted out the room and everything, it
took her two swipes with the wand and it was sorted,” Ron exclaimed with a childish glee and
enthusiasm, Harry again nodded, he was still trying to figure out exactly who it was that had tried
the killing curse on him and how they’d got in to the house. It was a complete mystery to Harry, he
had no logical explanation, and nothing came to mind.

”Right Ron, you better help Harry sort his things out, he’ll need help after that ghastly fall,”
she said to Ron as if it was an order and she was a drill sergeant.

”Yes sir,” replied Ron sarcastically, Mrs Weasley immediately reacted with a look as if Ron had
just shot her with a BB gun, Mr Weasley however looked as if he’d explode with laughter, but
somehow managed to stay quiet as Mrs Weasley turned to face him. He turned to the boys and waved
them off.

Both Ron and Harry picked up Harry’s things and began the slow arduous walk up the stairs with
what seemed like they had 5 tonnes in tow. “What happened Harry?” whispered Ron, his voice now lost
of the glee and enthusiasm from earlier but one of concern and curiosity. “The moment Dad came
through he told us to act as if it was a nothing, as if it never happened.”

Harry was quiet for a moment as he tried to pick the right words to say to Ron, some how he knew
that whatever he said wouldn’t quench Ron's thirst for knowledge. “I don’t know Ron, all I
remember was seeing that Wizard and…”

”And what?” butted in Ron, his eyes trained in on Harry with hawk-like precision.

“I woke-up, I don’t remember falling and banging my head, I don’t remember anything else,
really,” Harry said disappointedly, he too wanted to know the answers, and yet it was all a
blur.

The boys dragged the stuff up the final few steps and into Ron’s room, which now had two beds
set-out, an extra set of drawers and another wardrobe in the corner. Ron dropped Harry’s trunk on
the bed and flopped onto his own, his fall had the grace of an Olympic Diver but his landing had
that of a stockcar crash. Harry put Hedwig’s empty Cage next to the trunk and sat himself down
without quite the fervour or Ron.

”Ron, how did everyone look when they transported back?” asked Harry, his want for information,
any information overwhelming any urge to fall back to sleep and continue the slumber he was in the
midst of when it all happened.

”Well, they looked kind of ok, I mean everyone had bruises or cuts and things, but they looked
fine,” Ron said coldly, his voice slowing down as he ran the images of everyone jumping from out of
the fireplace. “Moody looked really angry, he was fuming, you could see his ears blowing out steam
almost.”

”No surprises there then, how did Professor Lupin look?” Harry moved his head slightly forward
as he awaited Ron's response, he knew that Remus was fine, but somehow he just wanted Ron to
say it, so it put his mind to rest.

”Well, I didn’t catch him really, he jumped out of the fire, tended to you for a moment and was
off, he didn’t say anything to anyone or anything,” said Ron as he rolled over on his bed and
turned to see a Chocolate Frog sat by his bed. “Wait a minute; I don’t remember putting a Chocolate
Frog by my bed?”

Ron picked up the Frog, waited for a second and then began ruthlessly unwrapping it, his lips
wetting at the prospect of the creamy chocolate. Harry watched him and let out a tiny smile. For a
split-second Ron was a picture, his eyes deep in concentration and his fingers tearing away at the
wrapper like it was Christmas Day. “Ron, I’m going to go back to sleep,” uttered Harry
monotonously, Ron acknowledged it for a moment before continuing his assault on the Chocolate
Frog.

Harry was quick to clear his bed of his things, he put Hedwig’s cage on top of the extra drawers
and slid the trunk onto the floor and left it there. Harry turned back to his bed and lowered his
head onto the soft, comfortable pillow and closed his eyes. It didn’t take long for Harry to fall
asleep; in fact it was almost instantaneous.

***

It was mid-afternoon when Harry finally woke up; he’d slept right through breakfast and lunch.
No-one thought to wake him up as they all felt unanimously that he needed the sleep and that after
the feast the day before, he wouldn’t be that hungry anyway.

Harry rubbed his eyes as he sat up, he had never changed out of his pyjamas when he’d
transported to the Burrow in the early hours and so was still wearing them when he woke. He wiped
his eyes fully of the gunk that resided in them every time someone woke-up and stretched his arms.
“Good sleep?” came a voice from the bed adjacent. Harry turned with a startle to see Remus sat on
the bed looking slightly worse for wear but otherwise ok.

”Err yes,” was Harry’s groggy reply, he was never a good person to talk to when he woke-up; he
couldn’t think straight nor speak straight most days.

”Well, you haven’t missed much, we skipped breakfast today and lunch was a downbeat affair,
Mad-Eye was making his feelings known about what happened,” Remus said assuredly.

”What did happen yesterday Remus?” Harry instinctively asked, he’d been itching to know since
he’d awoken from his fall and hadn’t been able to speak to anyone about it other than Ron. “Who was
that wizard who tried to curse me?”

Remus paused for a second before responding, he was picking his words very carefully, and
somehow Harry wasn’t going to find out everything. “You were very lucky Harry, if you had thrown
the floo powder down a moment later, you might not be sat with us,” Remus took another moment of
pause; he wanted to make sure he didn’t slip-up in what he said. “We have no clue as to who the
Wizard is, before we could apprehend him he had apparated out.”

”So he was only after me?” Harry asked quickly.

”Yes, it seems so, Arthur and Mad-Eye had tried to battle with him but he’d managed to hold them
off with stunning spells, he obviously had no want to kill anyone but you Harry,” Remus said with a
sad tinge to his voice. Harry didn’t seem too upset about the revelation; he’d grown used to being
singled out especially after Dumbledore had told him about the Prophecy.

”But how did he enter the house? Hasn’t it got every single protection curse known to
wizards?”

”We don’t know, we don’t know much about how he found the house and how he entered, but don’t
worry yourself about such things, you’re safe here for the time being,” Remus said as he approached
Harry and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Now Harry, get changed and when you get
downstairs we’ll have something for you to eat and we’ll talk about this again some other
time.”

***

Harry walked into the kitchen to find a large cheese sandwich in the middle of the table, he
strolled over and picked up the plate and felt his tummy grumble as he gazed at the gorgeous
looking sandwich. He took a large bite and walked into the lounge to see Mr and Mrs Weasley sat on
one sofa, Ron sat reading a Chocolate Frog card in one armchair and Ginny sat in the other writing
into what looks like a pink diary.

Harry smirked at Ginny as he walked over and sat on the seat next to Ron, he’d remembered the
damage a diary could do from the incident in the Chamber of Secrets years ago and was astonished
that Ginny had the courage to write in another. Ron looked at Harry for a moment and then turned
back to his card which was of the Serial Goblin-Killer Yardley Platt, Ron was engrossed in the
card, his eyes gazing at the picture of Yardley Platt looking around and then holding up one of his
Goblin trophies.

”Harry, I was wondering, I’ve picked up this muggle invention and I haven’t a clue what it is
and what it does, could you help me figure it out?” said Mr Weasley amicably from across the
room.

”Yea sure, where is it?” replied Harry, his interests piqued at the prospect of showing Mr
Weasley a thing or two about what muggle things do and what they’re capable of doing.

”Be careful Harry, you never know what could happen, it might blow-up in your face, dad’s been
tampering with it,” Ron joked, his eyes finally away from the Chocolate frog card.

”This way Harry,” said Mr Weasley as he directed Harry into the hallway and down some steps into
a basement den type room. The room was simply jam-packed full of muggle things, the walls had
posters, pictures, notes and whatnot. The centre of the room had two old armchairs and a multitude
of things from wastepaper bins to Frisbee’s to a set of weights.

Mr Weasley walked over to the corner and pulled a dusty old television over and put it down
between the two armchairs. “Right Harry, take a seat and help me figure this one out.” Harry smiled
as he knew that he’d have no problems whatsoever in helping Mr Weasley with this one.

Harry sat himself down and took the same position as Mr Weasley, with his head leaning towards
the TV and his hands in a sort of contemplative position under his chin. “So Harry, what is it?”
asked Mr Weasley with a childish exuberance and enthusiasm permeating through his voice.

Harry leaned back into his seat and purposely acted as if he was in deep thought about it. “Well
Mr Weasley, it’s a…” he said trying to put on his best University Professor type voice.

”Yes, yes,” Mr Weasley replied anxiously.

”It’s a Television,” Harry said without a single deviation in tone or volume.

”Right, that’s great,” Mr Weasley exclaimed excitedly. “So what does it do exactly?”

”Well it shows moving pictures, you switch it on and you can watch movies and TV programmes,”
said Harry.

Mr Weasley just stared at him as if he’d been speaking gobble-de-gook, “Right, ok, good,
brilliant, so how do we switch it on?”

Harry chuckled and then looked at the plug behind the TV and saw the makeshift power supply on
the wall. Obviously in Mr Weasley’s love for all things muggle, he’d tried to make a power supply
so that he could see a lot of the artefacts in action. “Does the power supply work Mr Weasley?”
asked Harry.

”Oh yes, we enchanted it so that it works just like it wound in a muggle household,” Mr Weasley
retorted his excitement building further as he began fidgeting with his fingers.

Harry picked up the plug and pushed it into the power supply and stepped back suddenly as to
avoid any explosions of electric shocks catching him. After a moment he stopped blocking his face
and walked over to the TV and closed his eyes and he pushed on the dusty power button.

Officers quickly descended on Privet Drive late last night as… The channels changed over as Mr
Weasley unwittingly changed it to Channel 3 and instead of the news was greeted with some random
programme about Builders. Harry stepped back suddenly, he just realised that it was privet drive
that the BBC newscaster had mentioned. Was it the same thing that had happened at 12 Grimmauld
place, was it a Wizard or Wizards that were trying to find him and kill him.

It made him feel queasy inside, he’d never realised they would try to attack Privet Drive and he
didn’t know it even was them it could be anything. “Brilliant thing, this Television, should’ve
found out about it earlier, the boys will love this,” Mr Weasley muttered, his voice not being
directed at anyone really but just as a general statement.

Harry sat himself back down in the armchair and closed his eyes. Mr Weasley turned to face him
and slapped his hand on his knee. “Cheer up Harry; I’m sure it’s nothing, probably just a bunglary
or something.”

Harry smiled weakly at Mr Weasley and regained his vertical base once more. “I think I’m going
to go see Ron, Mr Weasley that is if you don’t need anything else?” He asked.

”No, no, I’m fine, thank you very much Harry, your help was very valuable indeed,” replied a
distracted Mr Weasley as he turned back to the Television and began flicking channels, his eyes
opening in wide-eyed amazement as channels which comprised entirely of white noise.

Harry made his way slowly towards the lounge again, his leg’s dragging themselves along as he
went up a short flight of steps and turned back into the lounge. “Oh Harry dear, what’s wrong? You
look like you’ve seen a ghost,” exclaimed Mrs Weasley as she peered at Harry from above her
knitting equipment which she must’ve got whilst Harry was in the Den with Mr Weasley.

”I’m fine, Mrs Weasley,” Harry replied gingerly.

”Don’t be silly Harry, you sit yourself down and I’ll sort you out a nice hot cup of tea,
that’ll make you as right as rain,” said Mrs Weasley as Harry sat himself down and didn’t try to
talk her out of it. He saw no point; she would not accept anything but a yes anyway.

Mrs Weasley barrelled her way into the kitchen as Ron, put his Chocolate Frog card down and
stared over at Harry. “It got you didn’t it? It must’ve blown up or something, they’re always doing
that, it’s a right death-trap down there,” laughed Ron.

”Yea,” was Harry’s rather unenthusiastic reply.

”Don’t worry, Mum’s cups of tea always do the trick, you’ll be buzzing around like a Quidditch
player in no time,” was Ron's comforting counter.

Mrs Weasley was back in a flash with a huge mug of tea, which seemed almost as big as Harry. She
brought it over and slowly gave it to Harry, “careful now dear, it’s very hot,” she warned
Harry.

Harry nodded and slowly lowered it onto the arm of the chair and held it tightly with his left
hand. He blew softly on the tea, a traditional method of cooling it down enough so that he could
gently sip the tea. Harry blew for about a minute or two and then took a small sip; he licked his
lips after the sip and quickly took another, the tea acting as a refreshing way of calming Harry
down and stopping the thoughts about what happened at Privet Drive last night.

”Brilliant stuff is Mum’s tea, it works every time,” announced Ron like he was recommending it
in an advertisement.

”Yea, I feel a lot better, thanks a lot Mrs Weasley,” said Harry.

“Think nothing of it dear, I’m always happy to get you a cup of tea, or a sandwich or anything,”
she beamed.

Harry grinned at Mrs Weasley and continued sipping his tea, every drop made his cheeks regain
its former vibrant colour. Harry’s mood lightened also as he began to giggle to Ron's sudden
outbreak of humming.

”What are you humming Ron?” he asked, his grin reaching from ear to ear.

Ron stopped with a startle, “I err, wasn’t humming, was I?”

Harry let out a huge roar of laughter as Ron went from a nice pale skin colour to bright red.
The mug almost went flying as Harry continued to laugh, only managed to stop it when he suddenly
realised he had this gorgeous cup of tea in the grasp of his left hand. “You nearly made me spill
my tea,” he said in a mockingly angry voice.

Ron then burst out with laughter too, his eyes streaming with tears as his stomach-wrenching
laugh filled the room. Mrs Weasley tried to act mature about it all but she too was laughing;
albeit not vocally but her expression said it all.



4. Diagon Alley Beckons
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Chapter Four: Diagon Alley Beckons

The summer weeks passed by at a furious place for Harry, each day was a relative cauldron of
relaxation, happiness and bliss compared to what he’d normally suffer cooped up in Privet Drive. He
spent time playing chess with Ron, enlightening Mr Weasley about the muggle inventions he knew of
and enjoyed every single meal that Mrs Weasley made. For Harry this was how his summers should be.
He only hoped that Hogwarts would come around quickly, as much as he loved being around the
Weasley’s his heart was in Hogwarts and so that was where he wanted to be.

Ron thundered into the bedroom, his ginger hair a flash as he made from the bedroom door and
leapt onto Harry’s bed with Harry in it. Harry woke immediately, his eyes opening on the moment of
impact, his head turning to figure out what on earth would be on top of him. “Wakey, wakey, rise
and shine,” shouted a very excitable Ron Weasley.

Harry looked at him for the briefest moment as he still tried to figure out why Ron was on top
and why he’d woken him up, when it was clearly still dark out. Though obviously Harry couldn’t be
entirely sure, it could just be that the room was dark and the curtains were closed.

”Do you know what day it is Harry?” asked Ron as he bounced about like a young puppy.

”Err, no Ron, what day is it?” said Harry groggily as he still tried to transition from being
asleep to being awake.

”It’s your… BIRTHDAY!!” Ron shouted as loud as he could, the whole room seemed to shake as his
voice bellowed and echoed.

A grin escaped onto Harry’s face as the realisation of the day had dawned; the summer had flown
by so fast that he’d forgotten that it was his birthday. In past years, he’d used his birthday as a
way of motivating himself to continue on in that household, it was a glimmer of hope, a ray of
light for Harry. “I’d completely forgotten,” said Harry with a touch of sarcasm within his
voice.

Ron jumped off Harry’s bed and sat down on his own as Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes. “The
great thing is, we’re all going to Diagon Alley today,” Ron said as he sat staring at Harry with a
giddy Christmas morning kind of smile.

”We are? But isn’t that dangerous, with the whole thing at Grimmauld Place and everything?”
questioned Harry, his enthusiasm being rather subdued as the memory of the prophecy and Sirius
vying for space in his head.

”No, mum says that we’ll be fine, she says that Diagon Alley will be fine as long as we stay
together and even Mad-Eye Moody agrees,” Ron replied quickly, his excitement unwavering. “We’re
leaving in ten minutes.”

”Ten minutes!?” exclaimed Harry, “But why so early?”

”It’s not early Harry, it’s nearly noon, you slept like a log,” Ron said as he stared out of the
bedroom door and at the stairs, his anxiousness starting to shine through.

”Oh, right, well let me get changed and I’ll be right down,” Harry said quietly, his mind
rushing away to thoughts of what could await him in Diagon Alley and what would happen if he was
ambushed whilst out there. As much as Harry wanted to go to Diagon Alley, he didn’t understand why
they’d allow it to happen, when it was quite clear he was a marked wizard and he hadn’t even told
anyone about the prophecy yet.

Harry didn’t waste much time in getting changed, he was in no particular mood to be taking his
time or holding the others up on what was obviously something everyone wanted. Some time in a new
location would do everyone a bit of good and maybe it wasn’t so bad, after all who could know
they’d be at Diagon Alley. It was also a very public place and so there’d be no worries or any
attack being done without any witnesses.

Harry walked into the kitchen to see everyone lined up, looking all smartly dressed and ready to
go. Ron looked particularly excited his grin stretching from ear to ear and his hands fidgeting as
he waited as patiently as he could. “Morning Harry, or should I say good Afternoon,” Remus said
heartily, a sly smile itching onto his face. Harry bowed his head in embarrassment and walked to
the front to the group.

”Right Ginny, you’re first,” Mrs Weasley said firmly, as Ginny walked to the front of the group
and took a handful of floo powder from her mother and stepped into the fireplace. “Diagon Alley,”
she uttered and threw the handful of floo powder into the flames and in a big green flash was
gone.

”Harry, I’ll be keeping very close to you today, so don’t go running off,” Mad-Eye said sharply
his magic eye glaring at Harry from underneath the ridiculous looking Bowler hat as Ron disappeared
in a green flash.

”Leave off him Moody, the poor boy looks as if he’s off to a trial,” laughed Tonks as she
flicked some bright blue hair from out of her eyes. “We’re only going to Diagon Alley, what’s the
worse that can happen?”

”Not a word Moody, we don’t want to scare Harry now do we?” interjected Remus as Moody looked as
if he was about to read Harry his rights. Harry let out a sigh as he waited in line still, Mr
Weasley had gone with Ron and Ginny and Tonks was next. Tonks stepped into the fireplace with her
handful of floo powder as Mad-Eye approached Harry and dropped his head towards Harry’s.

”Harry, like I said, no running off, you’re very important, and I mean very,” Moody said quietly
but firmly, so only Harry could hear. Harry nodded as Tonks was gone in a flash.

”Right your turn Harry,” Mrs Weasley announced as Harry stepped forward and took a handful of
floo powder from the bag and stepped into the fireplace. He stared out at Kingsley, Remus, Moody
and Mrs Weasley. “Diagon Alley,” he said clearly and immediately threw down the floo powder. In a
flash he was gone from the Burrow.

Harry emerged from the fire in the Leaky Cauldron unscathed, unlike his first ever incident
using floo powder he hadn’t ended up on Knockturn Alley and had arrived with the others. He looked
around the room and other than the rugged looking bartender there was no-one but those of whom he’d
come with. Everyone bar Ron was stood by the fireplace waiting; Ron was jumping about entrance to
Diagon Alley as if he’d never been to Diagon Alley.

”What on earth has got into you,” stated Mrs Weasley as she appeared from out of the fireplace,
her motherly instincts locking onto Ron the moment she appeared. Ron just shrugged his shoulders
and continued to bounce around. “Oh come and wait with everyone else Ron, we don’t want to lose
you.”

Ron grudgingly walked back over and joined the crowd as Remus entered the room from the
fireplace as Moody followed him soon after. Everyone stop motionless and quiet for a moment as
Moody stopped dead in the centre of the room and then turned to the group, almost as if he was the
nasty Drill Sergeant and they were his troops. Moody’s magic eye looked up and down the group from
underneath the atrociously picked bowler hat for concealment, and then stopped on Harry. Harry felt
obviously uncomfortable under the gaze of Moody and his Magic Eye, he felt, no he knew that all
these precautions of staying as a group were merely about him and that if he wasn’t here, Ron would
be out gallivanting and doing whatever it is he is so anxious to do.

”Right, if you want to go into any shop, you need full clearance first,” Moody hollered as he
started to walk up and down the line that had amassed. “This isn’t about stifling your day-out,
it’s about safety, and safety is what’s most important.”

Ron quietly giggled and whispered into Harry’s ear, “Safety matters; we’re not having any fun
today, and ask for clearance.” Harry giggled in response as Moody continued to walk up and down the
line but his eye was focused squarely on Harry and Harry alone, its magical qualities slicing
through Harry like a scythe.

”Remus and I will be leading, Kingsley and Tonks will be flanking, so none of you will be able
to sneak off without our knowledge and Harry we mean you most of all,” Moody uttered monotonously
at the group. Harry tried to hide himself from view on the words, as he felt the unrelenting
thoughts that his being here was putting a dampener on the whole affair.

“Right everyone, let’s go,” Moody said without a single change in tone or volume.

Without question everyone began moving, with Remus and Moody going right to the head of the pack
and Tonks and Kingsley taking the rear. Remus made sure Harry was close to him as they walked
quickly towards the little dead-end around the back of the Leaky Cauldron. Moody stopped the convoy
and tapped the specific brick for the wall to unveil itself as the archway to Diagon Alley. After a
moment of reshuffling the archway to Diagon Alley was finally open and the group entered.

Diagon Alley was bustling with witches and wizards and all sorts of unique individuals, it was
awash with cloaks and pointed hats scuttling from shop to shop, stopping and having brief
conversations it was how Diagon Alley always was. Moody led the group into the alley and turned to
face them; he didn’t say a word but instead seemed to invite someone to offer a place to go.

”Well Harry, it’s your Birthday, where do you want to go?” Mrs Weasley asked with a smile as he
stepped from out of the group and next to Moody. Harry looked around, and then gazed at Ron who was
trying to say something in some obscure sign language.

”I wouldn’t mind going to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, that’d be a good start,”
Harry said with a weak smile as Remus put his hand on Harry’s shoulder and smiled with him.

”Right, Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour it is then,” exclaimed Remus with a hearty
jovial feeling to his words.

The group walked merrily around Diagon Alley towards Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour,
the mumblings and mutterings amongst the group being of what flavours of ice cream they’d buy and
how good a choice Harry had made. As they came around to the front of the ice Cream parlour, Harry
was immediately greeted by the sudden emergence of Florean Fortescue; he’d obviously seen him
coming around the corner and had rushed out to meet him.

”Harry my dear boy, it’s good to see you, how did you do with that Medieval report you were
writing,” he asked as he patted Harry on the shoulders in a fatherly like gesture.

Harry smiled, “It was fine,” he said whilst trying to remember exactly how he’d done with his
report.

”That’s good, I’m glad my knowledge of Medieval Witch burnings helped,” he said contently as he
looked over the group and smiled nicely to everyone there. “Anyway, it’s nice to see you Harry, as
a treat you can all have free sundaes.”

Immediately Ron let out a loud “Brilliant!” as Florean turned to him and grinned, his generosity
not being lost on the others either.

”Oh you don’t have to,” said Mrs Weasley, trying not to burden Florean with 8 eager wizards and
witches all wanting one of her delicious Sundaes.

”Think nothing of it,” replied Florean his short tired hair straining in the air as a weak
breeze overwhelmed him. “It’s no problem at all, like I said ‘my treat’.”

Everyone stepped into the airy Ice Cream parlour and waited at the counter as Florean walked
around the side and took her place in front of them, with his hand on the Ice Cream scoop and the
first sundae glass. “So who wants the first one?” he asked with enthusiasm as Ginny stepped
forward.

Ginny looked at the selection for a second and then looked up, “I’ll have a banana and
Strawberry whip Sundae please,” Ginny said as her mouth salivated. Florean nodded and quickly
scooped it up and together and passed Ginny the Sundae with the traditional long spoon.

Florean smiled at Ron as he jumped to the front after Ginny and franticly began to look over the
selection. “What to have? What… to… have?” he said to himself as his eyes scanned the almost
endless varieties on show.

”Have whichever you’d like, I’ve seen people have 8 flavours before,” he said with a chuckle as
Ron’s eyes opened with wide-eyed glee.

”I’ll have that, that, that ooh and that, wait add some of that, oh and a bit of this, oh I’ve
got to have that mint looking stuff, and that orange looking flavour,” Ron said with excitement as
he pointed at a dozen different flavours as Florean followed his lead and put them all into a
single big Sundae. Ron took the huge Sundae from Florean and followed Ginny to a seat in the corner
of the small parlour; both of them wasted no time in getting stuck in as the others began
ordering.

At the back of the queue stood Harry and Remus, they were several feet away from the counter and
Remus had turned to face Harry. “Harry I never realised you knew Florean, he ran this ice Cream
Parlour when I was your age and we never got Free Sundaes back then,” he said with a smirk.

”I did my homework at the table outside, during the Summer the year you joined Hogwarts as
Defence against the Dark Arts teacher,” he replied with a glint in his eye.

”Good lad,” replied Remus as he stepped up for his Sundae.

Harry watched Remus getting his Sundae and smiled an ignorant sort of smile as if this would be
the only time this year or maybe for the next two years where he’d be able to feel the bliss of
ignorance. It took a lot for Harry to forget about what he’d been through the last few years but
seeing everyone laughing, joking and eating free Sundaes certainly did that.

Remus walked away from the counter with his Sundae and sat with Tonks and Kingsley as Harry
walked forward and looked up at Florean. “So Harry, what will it be? Strawberry Surprise? Mellow
Mint?” he said with a grin. Harry shook his head.

“No, Choco-Nut as always Mr Fortescue,” Harry responded.

”Harry, call me Florean,” he said as he smiled in reply and waited for his Sundae.

Florean didn’t take long in rustling up Harry’s Choco-Nut Sundae and it seemed to be larger than
everyone else’s. Harry said thanks and walked over to the table of which Ron and Ginny were sat at.
Ron had almost finished his Sundae when he looked up and sat in shock as the size of Harry’s
Sundae.

”Bloody hell!” he exclaimed as he stared at the Sundae and compared it to his which paled in
comparison. “He must’ve emptied out the shop to fill yours Harry, you’re well lucky.”

Harry just sat there with a cheesy grin and began to munch his way through his ice Cream
mountain. It didn’t seem to take him long to finish it off, and surprisingly he didn’t feel at all
full from eating it. Mind you Harry had skipped breakfast due to his waking up so late.

”Gorgeous things are Ice Cream Sundaes,” announced Mr Weasley as he sat clutching his stomach
and trying to hide the unmistakeable grin which was accompanying him. “We should come here more
often.”

”You do come here more often Arthur, you seem to spend a fortune in this place, every lunchtime
whilst your working you’re in here,” said Mrs Weasley mischievously.

”How do you know?” Mr Weasley asked sharply, a look of confusion consuming him.

”Florean told me as he was serving,” said Mrs Weasley with the smallest of winks as she turned
to Florean who was busy cleaning the counter and smiling as exuberantly as always. Mr Weasley
flashed a scowl in jest at Florean as he looked up every so often.

After spending almost an hour at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, the group began to
shop Diagon Alley the proper way, at a fast and frantic pace though of course within reason with
the group never splitting up or the arrangements set by Mad-Eye Moody never changing.

They went from Gambol and Japes to Flourish and Blott’s to Magical Menagerie and back to
Flourish and Blott’s. They didn’t seem to spend long in each shop and if they did, Harry or anyone
didn’t seem to buy much. But it never got boring, everyone was having a good time, joking, talking
and generally being nice to each other. It was a Birthday that Harry felt he deserved and he of
course wanted.

After two or three hours spent shopping or browsing or whatever you’d like to call it, they
finally stopped outside a shop of particular notoriety.

Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes

Ron couldn’t stop grinning as he nudged Harry in the arm consistently for what seemed like an
age before Harry turned to the adults. “Well, can we?” he asked quickly, his enthusiasm for seeing
what great things the Weasley twins had recently created overwhelming him.

The Adults converged together for a brief moment, the mumblings of the 5 of them as they mull
over the prospect of the 3 children entering the Joke shop. Occasionally one would look over,
almost mocking the 3 of them as if they wouldn’t let them go in. After a minute or two, the adults
all left the huddle and turned to face them.

”Yes, you can go into Fred and George’s shop,” stated Remus as he let slip a wry grin.

”YES!” shouted Ron with unabashed happiness his right clenched firmly into a fist and it thrown
into the air in celebration, his day obviously being made with the chance to see his Brothers great
jokes and joke shop. Harry patted him on the back and smiled, he was maybe not as enthusiastic as
Ron but he was happy too. Ginny wasn’t as enthusiastic but she was still walking around with a
small smile and her eyes glinting.

The three of them left behind the adults and waltzed into the joke shop, their eyes immediately
being drawn to the rows and rows of Skiving Snackboxes, Weasley’s Wildfire Whizz-bangs, Portable
Swamps and a multitude of other strange looking jokes. The shop wasn’t exactly big; it looked to
only have room for the rows of jokes, the counter and enough space for 4-5 people to be served.

The threesome stopped in the centre of the room and stared at the empty counter, Harry looked at
Ron and then back at the counter as they wondered where the gruesome two some could possibly be.
Ginny though just walked forward and gazed at the counter. “You two are so slow, there’s a bell on
the counter, I’ll just ring it,” she said.

Ron put his arm out to stop Ginny but instead retracted it and waited patiently. Harry didn’t
know why Ron looked as if he was going to explode at any moment but he watched anyway, it must be
good if Ron knew about it. As soon as Ginny picked up the bell and rang it, the bell sprayed her
with a strange red coloured liquid. Ginny dropped the bell and struggled to wipe the red liquid out
of her face. “IF I CATCH THOSE TWO…”

”You’ll do what?” said George as he apparated from out of nowhere.

”I’d be careful what you say Ginny,” uttered Fred as he too apparated out of nowhere.

”Brilliant!” said Ron as his eyes lit-up at the genius of his twin brothers.

”Yea, nice one you two,” retorted Harry as Fred and George bowed in recognition of their
genius.

”Why thank you, thank you,” replied Fred in his best impression of a muggle magician.

”That’s one of our newest items,” proclaimed George proudly.

”Spits out coloured paint at anyone that hasn’t cast the right spell,” Fred said as he ended
George’s sentence.

”Which is?” Harry asked.

”Spat, spot, spit, all those gits,” the twins said in chorus, a malevolent grin etched into both
faces.

”Wicked,” uttered Ron without thinking, he was simply in awe of these two.

”Fred, George, where are all your customers? I’d expect this place to be packed,” said Harry as
he looked around the store, his mind trying to figure out why it could possibly be empty.

”Muggle Order,” both Fred and George said.

”Don’t you mean mail order?” Harry replied instantaneously.

”No, muggle order,” responded George.

”It’s our new way of getting the jokes to the people, it’s like mail order,” followed Fred.

”Only it’s done the proper way,” uttered George.

”With Owls,” said Fred.

”But why call it Muggle Order then?” asked Harry, his questions making him seem completely
stupid in the presence of the twins.

”Well, Dad kept talking about what the muggles do,” replied George.

”So we decided we’d call it Muggle Order to take the mickey,” said Fred as he finished George’s
sentence yet again.

”Brilliant, so does that mean we can order from Hogwarts and get them sent to us?” Ron asked as
he walked around and continued to gaze as the rows of jokes and other things.

”Naturally, that’s what it’s for,” they both said in reply to Ron, the sly grins, almost
permanently implanted onto their faces.

“Well I won’t be ordering from you,” chided Ginny as she finally managed to remove the red paint
from her face, though not with a wand but done the muggle way, with her top.

”Oh yea, we should’ve warned you, that paint cannot be removed by any spells, its wizard-proof,”
said Fred smugly.

”That’ll be fun at Hogwarts then,” scolded Ginny as she leered at her older brothers.

”Oh Harry, we nearly forget, here’s your birthday present,” said George as he pulled out a large
box from under the counter.

”If you hadn’t come we would’ve sent it to you by ‘Muggle Order’,” said Fred as he lingered on
the reference to Muggle Order.

Harry let out a guffaw, “thanks,” he said as he took the box from George.

”Have a good one Harry,” the twins said in unison as Harry held the large box in his hands and
let out a beaming smile.

The door the to the shop opened slight as Kingsley peered in, “come on you three, it’s time to
get going,” he said as all three turned and said goodbye to the twins.

”Don’t forget to use Muggle order, we’re keep you well stocked up with all your joke shop
needs,” proclaimed George as the three left the shop.

Ginny made her way back to the group first, her huffing and puffing causing Remus and Tonks to
look over and chuckle as her reddened top caught their attention. Ron and Harry lingered a little
longer as they stood in awe of the large box and of course letting the meeting with the Twins play
over in their heads.

Both boys finally reached the group and Ron immediately looked to see where his parents were.
“Where are Mum and Dad?”

”Here we are,” Mrs Weasleys’ familiar voice bellowed as she walked along with a pile of bags and
boxes and in her arms and Mr Weasley looking particularly chuffed with himself. They reached the
group and immediately Mr Weasley ruffled up Ron's hair.

”Oh Dad, not when Harry’s about,” Ron pleaded.

”Oh right you are Ron,” replied Mr Weasley with a smile, Harry just shook his head in jest at
the whole situation as Moody and Remus led the way back towards the Leaky Cauldron.

The group passed Eeylops Owl Emporium, when Moody stopped in his tracks, he turned his head
which way as his magic Eye whirled around in its socket like it was crazed and possessed. He
signalled everyone to drop to the floor, as he continued to gaze around, unsure of what it could
be. It didn’t help that the crowds around Diagon Alley were a distraction and a pretty big one at
that, the place was bustling with people and they cared not for what the group were doing.

CRACK!

The crowds screamed as a loud burst of light landed near to the group, sending a couple of
random wizards sprawling. “Get Harry out of here!” shouted Moody at Remus as he immediately charged
in the direction of the shot. Remus wasted no time in bringing Harry in under his cloak and quickly
escorting him to the Leaky Cauldron.

BANG!

Remus went flying as the shot hit him full on the chest; Harry looked in stunned disbelief as
Remus landed hard but fortunately wasn’t seriously hurt. “Harry, get out of here… NOW!” he shouted
as the ensuing Chaos caused Remus and the rest of the group to be lost in the crowds of scared and
panicking wizards and witches.

Harry tried to see who it was that was throwing curses this way, but he couldn’t see anything
from the crowd when suddenly he saw in the corner of his eye a green light rushing his way.

Harry leapt out of the way and onto the floor to avoid the shot, the shot hit a wall behind him
and large burst of flames seemed to erupt from the impact. Harry was quick to get back to his feet
and using a pair of scared wizards he quickly made his way towards the Leaky Cauldron.

He ran through the archway and back into the pub as he heard the bricks closing up behind him.
He ran into the main bar of the pub and looked around for help. Yet all there was in the bar was a
mysterious cloaked wizard sat at the bar with a large glass of Firewhiskey in his right hand. Harry
looked at him warily, he was a foreboding presence, his dark unkempt hair ran down from inside of
the cloak onto his shoulders and he could see the glint of his eyes as he stared at him.

”Harry Potter, I’ve been expecting you,” he said in a low, gravely voice. “Please do not be
afraid, I will not harm you.”

Harry stared at him still, he didn’t know whether to trust him or not, he’d not missed being
hurt by several curses and seeing a mysterious stranger sat at a bar didn’t exactly seem inviting
to him.

”Trust me, I will not harm, I can promise you,” he said again, his gravely voice showing no
signs of menace or want to hurt Harry. “Please sit,” he said whilst signalling to Harry to take the
stood next to him.

Harry considered it for a moment, he couldn’t go back and he would be prey for attacks anywhere
else in London and he’d never come to harm in the Leaky Cauldron before. With that in his mind,
Harry seated himself on the stool opposite, though not without precaution he made sure he had his
wand pointed at the mystery wizard at all times.

”Thank you Harry,” the stranger said softly. “By all means point the wand; as long as you feel
safe, then that is what matters.”

Harry nodded. “Who are you?” he asked immediately, his mind wanting to know so badly, so he
could put to rest the worries of him luring him into a trap.

”You will know in good time Harry, but for now just consider me a friend,” he replied quietly,
his voice never changing in its pitch or volume.

”You’ve been thinking about the Prophesy, haven’t you Harry?” the stranger asked.

Harry’s eyes opened in shock, “b-but how did you know about the Prophesy?” Harry gingerly asked,
his mind asking question after question about how he could possibly know.

”Do not worry yourself Harry, I am a man who knows things, that is all you need to know,” he
retorted.

”But what’s important is that you know something else,” he said as his he leaned forward, his
large eyes peering into Harry’s. “It is imperative that you realise that, whilst the prophecy was
thought to be referring to two people originally, it was in fact only referring to you.”

Harry knew who else he meant, he meant Neville Longbottom, but what he didn’t understand was how
this stranger could know it was purely meant for him. “It was only ever meant to refer to you
Harry, you and only you, you may think that maybe it was wrong and that maybe Neville Longbottom is
in fact the one chosen by the Prophecy.”

Harry had envisioned that being the case, but he’d never really had anything substantial to
think it was Neville and not him, for Harry it was always him and that maybe it could’ve been
Neville.

”The reason I’m telling you this is because, if he ever finds out, terrible things will happen,
very terrible things,” the stranger said his voice becoming slow and pronounced the unquestionable
importance of his words being emphasised with his long drawn out breaths. “Did you ever wonder why
it has always been you and only you that has vanquished evil after evil and that you and only you
has been the sole focal point of the Slytherin House’s hate?”

”Yes,” replied Harry solemnly.

”Harry my dear boy, you’re the…” before the stranger could finish his sentence, the shouting of
Kingsley Shacklebolt could be heard from the back of the pub, from where the entrance to Diagon
Alley is. Harry turned to see what was going on and as soon as he turned back, the stranger was
gone. Harry looked around confused, disappointed, rudely interrupted. As much as he felt Kingsley’s
presence was important he felt what was about to be said was even more important.

”Harry, quick take the floo powder and go, now…” exclaimed Kingsley as he rushed into the room,
his face bruised and welted, his left leg limping. “No questions just go I’ll be right behind
you.”

Harry, felt no want to neither question nor take his time, he took a handful of floo powder and
quickly made his way to the fire. “The Burrow,” he said clearly and threw the powder down.

FLASH!



5. Reliving the Diagon Alley Incident
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Chapter Five: Reliving the Diagon Alley Incident

Harry stepped into the kitchen at the Burrow and immediately turned back towards the fire; he
was waiting for Kingsley and hopefully everyone that had gone to Diagon Alley with him before it
all happened. It was a few moments before Kingsley emerged from a flash in the fireplace. He
stepped out looking distressed and worried, but ultimately angry; angry at himself for what had
happened.

”What happened?” asked Harry as he looked at Kingsley with sympathetic eyes, he knew that
Kingsley was hurting himself inside about the whole incident, but he also knew it was nobodies
fault.

”Are you ok Harry?” responded Kingsley, seemingly ignoring Harry’s prior question.

”Yea, I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” retorted Harry rhetorically, his mind wondering why Kingsley
would ask such a thing when he was clearly in worse shape. “But what happened?”

Kingsley sat himself down for a moment before turning towards Harry and looking at him through
his experienced eyes. “I don’t know Harry, there was a bang and then everyone went wild,” said
Kingsley as his mind retraced the steps to what happened and tried hard to figure it all out. “I
never saw who fired at you or how many there were, I was caught up with getting the Weasley’s out
of harm’s way and then trying to find you,”

Kingsley paused for a brief second as he lowered his head. “I found you and that was it, I
should be back out there but someone needs to be here with you, to make sure you don’t try and go
back,” said Kingsley as Harry gazed at him, wondering why it all happened and how they knew he was
there. “Now Harry, sit yourself down, we’ll wait here together for the rest,”

Harry sat himself down and rested his arms on the dining table, he rested his head on his arms
as Kingsley walked over to the battered kettle and filled it with water. Harry didn’t turn to watch
Kingsley start making two cups of tea; he just had images and questions running through his head
like a stampede.

Kingsley placed a steaming hot cup of team in front of Harry, but Harry didn’t budge or look-up
he was sat worrying about his best friend Ron, Ginny, Mr and Mrs Weasley and most of all Remus.
He’d seen Remus get hit by that stunning spell and was hoping that he was still out there fighting
valiantly.

”Look, they’ll be fine Harry, I’m sure of it,” said Kingsley assuredly. “Don’t hit yourself up
about it all, we knew the risks of going to Diagon Alley, if we didn’t then we wouldn’t be in the
Order doing as we do, just wait, they’ll be back in no time… no time at all.”

Harry wrapped his right hand around the hot mug and pulled it close towards his lips, as much as
he wanted to believe Kingsley that everything would be alright, he could sense that Kingsley didn’t
even believe his own words. He looked up at Kingsley who was no pacing up and down in front of the
fireplace, his left hand holding a cup of tea as he continued pacing. Harry dropped his eyes to the
tea and took a small sip. It was nice tea, but nothing compared to what Mrs Weasley would make. A
tear accumulated at his eye as thoughts of the Weasleys getting caught within the crossfire escaped
into Harry’s mind.

The waiting seemed to last an age, the hours seemed like days, the minutes seemed like hours and
the seconds seemed like minutes. It was agonising for Harry to wait so long, as each second passed
the worry about the others increased. Harry’s eyes were straining to stay open when suddenly
Kingsley who hadn’t stopped pacing for the entire time jumped back as the fireplace flashed and
Ginny leapt out from within.

Harry immediately jumped from his seat and barrelled over to Ginny who was stood covered in dirt
but was smiling. “Oh you’re safe,” exclaimed Harry as he reached Ginny. “How is everyone else?”

Ginny hesitated for a moment before replying. “They’re fine, they’re just coming,” she said as
she lowered her head, a tear drawing from her eye. Harry didn’t spot the tear as Kingsley was stood
by the fireplace waiting patiently for others. He’d no reason to speak to Ginny just yet and he
knew that if Ginny came through the others wouldn’t be far behind.

The fireplace flashed again as Ron walked through into the kitchen, he was holding Harry’s large
present from the Twins and looked rather excitable. “Harry!” he immediately shouted as his eyes
locked on to him. “I managed to save it, it nearly got trampled on,” said Ron as he pushed the
present towards Harry. Harry took it off him and put it down on the dining table behind him.

”What happened Ron?” asked Harry. “I didn’t see much, I was pushed out of there before I could
figure anything out.”

Ron stepped forward, “I didn’t see much either, Mum made sure we were out of the way immediately
after the first shot, it was all very exciting,” said Ron with a beaming smile. Harry looked away
and sighed, he’d figured that at least Ron would know, how hard could it be for someone to see
something?

”Dad managed to save your presents too, he gave them to Ginny whilst we were hiding,” said Ron
as he looked over at Ginny, looking for the pile of presents. “Where are they Ginny?”

Ginny shrugged her shoulders, “I gave them back to Mum when we came back by Floo, I couldn’t
hold them and throw the powder down at the same time.” She retorted as she then turned around and
motioned towards the stairs. “I’m going to my room; I have ummm… some things to do.”

Both Ron and Harry nodded as Ginny scooted from out of the Kitchen and up the stairs towards her
bedroom. Kingsley turned towards the two boys and walked past them and sat himself down at the
dining table, his eyes focused on the fireplace as he waited patiently for the adults to
return.

”Ron, are you sure you didn’t see anything?” asked Harry as he walked towards the Dining Table
and sat down once again.

”I’m positive, I only saw a flash and then we were dragged away from the action and hidden from
view,” said Ron as he looked around the kitchen. Harry nodded in response, whilst Ron may not know
something he was sure that Ginny may have seen something, anything maybe.

”What about Ginny?” said Harry as he looked at Ron with that look of ‘she knows something.’

Ron stood quiet for a moment as he went over the event in his head, trying to remember what
Ginny was doing during it all. “Well, I didn’t see her for much of it all, she seemed to get
dragged back after I did, but I don’t remember much Harry. It happened so fast,” said Ron as he let
out an exasperated breath.

Harry didn’t say anything he just sunk into his seat as he realised that maybe, just maybe
everyone wasn’t fine and Ginny had seen something she shouldn’t have. Suddenly the room was
illuminated with a strong green light as Mrs Weasley emerged from the fireplace. She was carrying
Harry’s presents and looked flustered, she dropped them onto the table and immediately went
straight to Harry and gave him a suffocating tight hug that seemed to last an age.

”Oh Harry, I’m so glad to see that you’re ok,” she said with a beaming smile as Harry just
blushed in embarrassment. Mrs Weasley stepped back and looked at Ron as he stood looking at Harry
and shaking his head. “Now both of you take Harry’s presents and go upstairs, I have to wait for
the others and then we have to talk to Kingsley.”

Ron stopped in his tracks and turned towards his Mother, “can’t we stay and listen?” he asked
hoping just hoping that she might remotely say yes.

”No, this is adult business, now both of you, upstairs,” she said firmly as Kingsley moved from
his seat and walked towards Mrs Weasley. Harry and Ron picked up the pile of presents on the table
and grudgingly left for upstairs, as Kingsley quickly shut the Kitchen door behind them.

”What do you think they want to talk about?” Ron asked Harry as they slowly walked up the
rickety flight of stairs to their room at the very top of the Burrow.

”What happened at Diagon Alley,” Harry responded instantly, the obviousness of his answer
hitting Ron immediately.

”Oh yeah!” he said whilst slapping himself in the head with his one free arm. “So why aren’t we
allowed to listen?”

”Probably because it’s important Order business that we’re too young to listen on,” said Harry
sharply his want to be in that meeting shining through.

Both boys entered their bedroom and dumped the presents on the floor in front of the beds, Harry
sat himself down and then slowly lowered himself down so that he was lying with his face aimed at
the ceiling. Ron followed suit on his bed and both boys lay staring at the ceiling like a pair of
hospitalised friends, contemplating life’s mysteries.

”What do you reckon Fred and George got you?” asked Ron as he lay staring at the intricate
cobwebs on the ceiling.

”It’s probably just a selection of their old jokes which they tormented old Umbridge with,”
replied Harry as he put his hands behind his head.

”Yeah, they’ve probably put in some catalogue of jokes as well, so you can buy their whole
stock,” said Ron as Harry laughed in response.

”They’d probably have a Muggle Order form in there all signed with everything in the shop on
there,” Harry joked.

Ron let out a big cheesy grin as both boys just quietly stared at the ceilings still. “Harry,”
said Ron.

”Yes,” replied Harry.

“You don’t think that someone got seriously hurt do you?” said Ron solemnly as Harry sat up
slightly and turned towards him.

”I don’t know, no-one said anything about it,” said Harry as Ron rose to meet him.

”Because when we were on our way back to the Leaky Cauldron I couldn’t see Remus or Moody
anywhere,” said Ron.

Harry’s eyes opened in wide-eyed shock. “You don’t think they’re either seriously hurt or even
worse do you?” said Harry as a tinge of panic overwhelmed his voice.

”I bloody well hope not,” exclaimed Ron as Harry dropped back to his horizontal position.

Harry stayed quiet for a few seconds as he contemplated whether or not Remus could be seriously
hurt, it was a distinct possibility. After all, he had been hit by a stunning spell that sent him
flying, anything could’ve happened after Harry had entered the Leaky Cauldron.

”Some Birthday eh?” said Ron his voice teetering off as he lay staring still.

”It was better than being in Privet Drive, I’d much rather spend my birthday with Snape in
Potions than with the Dursley’s,” said Harry sarcastically.

”It can’t be that bad, can it?” asked Ron his head turned towards Harry who was still staring at
the ceiling.

”It’s like having Umbridge, Snape and Draco in the same lesson, it’s absolutely terrible,” said
Harry clearly exaggerating the extent of being at the Dursley’s. “I’m not even allowed to turn
Dudley into a pig, even though he already is one.”

Ron let out a large chuckle as Harry let slip a smile too. “No, no I’d turn him into an ice
cream, he might try to eat himself,” said Ron as he struggled to hold back the tears from
laughter.

Harry burst out laughing; the bellow of childish laughter filling the room and making both boys
turn over in glee. “I haven’t laughed this hard in ages Ron,” said Harry as he wiped away the tears
of joy.

Ron just smiled and rolled back into his former position, “Harry, what do you think Hermione is
doing right now?” he asked.

”I don’t know, probably reading every book in the known galaxy for all we know,” replied Harry
as he too returned to his former position. “Why do you ask?”

”I don’t know, just curious I guess, seems weird to not have her about, being all bossy and
acting as if she knows everything,” replied Ron as turned over onto his front and turned back to
Harry.

”Heh yea, I was half expecting her to be here when I got the letter from your Mum, but we’ll see
her this summer, I’m sure of it,” said Harry as he closed his eyes and tried to envision the room
in his head.

”Ron, have you ever tried to see things in your head? Like the room your in and stuff like
that?” asked Harry, his mind trying to paint the image of the bedroom in his head.

“No. Why? Should I?” replied Ron confused.

”Well… No, but I have been trying it recently to help with my Occlumency, I guess it might help
me in some way,” said Harry as he continued trying to envision the room in his head.

”Oh, right, well I’m not that good at imagining things in my head, I’m more a look at things
person,” said Ron.

”Of course Ron,” muttered Harry, Ron's words not actually sinking in much and just acting as
a background noise of sorts.

”Harry, when are you going to open the presents? Don’t you want to know what I… we got you?” Ron
asked as he sat up and stared across as the haphazardly placed pile of wrapped up presents. The
shiny wrapping paper gleaming in the light as Harry sat up and looked over at the presents too.

”I don’t know, I just sort of umm forgot about them,” replied Harry as he inched his way towards
the pile. The anticipation for what could be in the presents overwhelming him. “Let’s find out
Ron.”

Ron joined Harry on the floor in front of the pile, both sat with their legs crossed as if they
were little children sat in front of the fire as the adults sat in armchairs. Both boys sat with a
childish enthusiasm and then Harry plucked a smallish present from the pile. Ron, turned to Harry,
“Wait open mine first,” said Ron urgently as he pulled out a medium rectangular present from the
pile. It was enclosed in a dark red wrapping paper, and had a small white bow on one side.

”When did you get this present?” asked Harry. “I never saw you buy it?”

”Oh, well Mum got it for me whilst we were talking with Fred and George,” replied Ron, a sneaky
smile hidden within his expressions.

”Right, cool,” said Harry as he took the present off Ron and stared at it for a moment.

Harry then started ripping the wrapper to shreds, after a second of intense present opening
Harry came to see a book sat in his lap. The book was:

He Flew like a Madman by Kennilworthy Whisp; biography of "Dangerous" Dai
Llewellyn

It was undoubtedly a Quidditch book, the image on the front of ‘Dangerous’ Dai Llewellyn flying
around like a madman made Harry smile. “Thanks a lot Ron, I really like it,” Harry said as he put
the book down and gave a thumbs up to Ron.

”Well you need something decent to read this year, it’s bad enough with the books we have to get
for lessons, let alone what Hermione forces us to read,” chuckled Ron as Harry laughed in unison
with Ron.

”Thanks a lot Ron, I’ll get you something special for your birthday, I promise it,” said
Harry.

Both boys began exuberantly working their way through the large selection of presents. The
debris of the fallen wrapping paper quickly filled the bedroom floor as Harry went from present to
present. A multitude of different items began to accumulate next to Harry, from clothes to books,
to strange artefacts to a large mug which says “I love Muggles”. Harry’s presents were what was to
be expected but pleasant considering that he’d get nothing if he was at the Dursley’s and that
Harry also placed little weight in material things, they were cool and all but having spent 16
years with very little, he considered friends to be much, much more important.

Left in the pile of ripped paper was the final present from the Weasley twins, Harry and Ron
both stared at the paper for the moment, it had images of the swap and the crazy fireworks going
off, it was definitely a present from Fred and George. Harry dragged to towards him and placed his
hands on the end of the box and clenched tightly with his fingertips.

”Harry! Can you come down here please,” shouted Mrs Weasley from down the stairs her bellowing
voice stopping Harry in his tracks. Harry turned towards Ron, Ron shrugged his shoulders. Harry
placed the present back down and stood up, Ron stood up as well and both boys made their way down
the stairs.

Mrs Weasley stood in the doorway to the Kitchen at the bottom of the stairs; she looked slightly
taken aback, as if someone had told her some things she wasn’t quite ready for. Harry reached her
first with Ron close behind both boys looked at Mrs Weasley intently.

”There you are Harry,” she said nicely, her voice as welcoming as ever. “Remus is in the
kitchen, he would like to talk to you.”

Harry nodded, as much as verbally answering Mrs Weasley would be the right thing to do, he also
realised that she wasn’t expecting it and was merely passing on the message. Harry stepped towards
the Kitchen door and Ron followed.

”Ronald Weasley,” said Mrs Weasley sharply. “This is for Harry’s ears only.”

Ron let out a frustrated sigh, “But he’ll tell me everything anyway,” said Ron quickly as he
tried his best to be allowed in with Harry. Obviously whether or not he did was another matter, as
he had said Harry would tell him later.

”No, no, Ronald, Harry only I’m afraid,” she said in response her voice sound like a judge
dealing out a sentence.

”Let them both in Molly,” came Remus’ voice from within the Kitchen. Immediately Ron brightened
and quickly followed Ron in as Mrs Weasley stepped out of the way and made her way to the
lounge.

Harry and Ron entered the kitchen to see Remus sat at the other end of the Dining Table with a
bandage wrapped around his head and his face set in a stony and contemplative expression. “Sit down
boys,” he said monotonously.

Both boys obliged, sitting themselves at Remus’ end of the Dining Table. Ron stared up at Remus
as Harry just looked ahead at the wall, his mind knowing exactly what was coming. He wasn’t afraid
of what was to come, just worried that with it would be bad news. Sure he wanted to know what
happened, he’d been wanting to know since he’d stepped back into the kitchen but he like everyone
else didn’t want their to be bad news with it and from the looks of Remus there was going to be bad
news.

”I was only going to tell Harry this, but seeing as you’ll no doubt find out anyway Ron, you can
listen too,” said Remus as he sat nonchalantly. Ron smiled in response as Harry just stared off
still, his thoughts confusing and uncontrollable.

”I best start somewhere, well where else other than when it all happened,” said Remus as he put
his hand on his mouth and considered the first words of what would be the retelling of the
incident.

”The attack caught us all by surprise; we’d not expected it to happen in such a public place.
When I got hit with that stunning spell,” said Remus as his mind whisked back to the attacks and
what happened after he was hit.

Remus landed hard on the floor, his chest stinging from the shot, he turned up to see Harry
stood like a deer lost in headlights. “Harry, get out of here… NOW!” shouted Remus as he struggled
to regain his vertical base. Harry disappeared into the back of the Leaky Cauldron as Remus finally
reached his feet and gingerly looked through the crowds for what could possibly be the
attacker.

CRACK!

A large explosion happened 100 yards or so back up Diagon Alley, Remus looked over and
immediately began making his way in the direction. He side-stepped a stricken couple and then
burrowed his way through a large crowd who were running around like a group of headless chickens.
“Come on, get out of the way, it’s imperative that I get through,” muttered Remus desperately at
the crowd.

To his left Remus heard Arthur Weasley, “Arthur, where are Ron and Ginny?” Remus said
quickly his voice trailing off and he looked in every direction in case of another attack.

”They’re with Molly, she’s shielding them from any harm,” exasperated Arthur, his voice
tinged with panic and worry.

”Arthur, get them out of here, let us deal with it, your family is more important right now”
said Remus as he continued on his way towards the most recent explosion. Arthur complied and
quickly ran off to be with his family.

The crowds were becoming increasingly harder to penetrate it seemed with every passing
second that they had become denser and even more wild, as if like fires in the forest, becoming
uncontrollable and untameable as every moment passed. From out of the crowd Remus could see the
strange and unique hairstyle and clothing of Tonks. He pushed through towards her, his voice trying
to be heard above all the commotion and screaming.

”TONKS!” he shouted, trying to catch her attention. “TONKS!” he shouted again, this she
turned upon her name being shouted. She looked at him and immediately ran over; pushing past
whomever was in the way.

”Remus, how is Harry?” she asked immediately the wellbeing of herself or Remus being
unimportant at this very time.

”He should be fine, I sent him through into the Leaky Cauldron,” Remus replied, his wand
held out at full length in wait for whatever could still be out there.

”Kingsley left a few minutes ago to make sure you two were ok, well to make sure he got out
safely more like,” said Tonks as she suddenly turned and knocked Remus from out of the way. A shot
had been fired from somewhere behind the crowd and it missed Remus by a whisker. Both of them
collided into the floor hard as Remus tried to fire back but instead could only see the
crowds.

Remus dusted himself off and rose back to his feet, this time he strafed across to a
shielded position via a corner as Tonks followed.

”Have you seen who is attacking us?” he asked swiftly as he surveyed the area for whatever
clues or hints to anything he could find.

”No, but Moody thinks there are 3 of them, he’s gone out to try and take who he thinks is
the leader down,” retorted Tonks breathlessly.

SMASH!

Opposite the both of them the windows to an empty shop erupted in a burst of sparks, people
leapt out of the way as the shattered glass rained down on them. Remus immediately looked to where
the shot could come from and saw a dark cloak disappear from out of nowhere.

”They’re apparating and disapparating, we have to get out of here, we’re sitting ducks,”
said Remus as he nervously looked in every direction.

”I’m not leaving Mad-Eye here,” yelled Tonks as Remus suddenly burst in front of her and in
a flying leap fired the stupefy curse as a mysterious dark assailant that had just apparated just
in front of Flourish and Blott’s. The assailant was thrown back into the main window of Flourish
and Blott’s as Remus immediately ran over stealthily.

Tonks flanked him as both of them slowly approached the shattered hole for what was once the
gleaming window for Flourish and Blott’s. In the window were the remnants of a black cloak but
nothing more, the broken glass left a distinct imprint of a body but no body.

”Damnit, he apparated out,” shouted Remus in anger as he turned back towards the street. “at
least we know one thing, there is only two left now.”

”How do you know that?” asked Tonks. Remus looked at her and then pointed at the
cloak.

”Without that cloak, he or she has no disguise, to be seen now would be too damaging,” said
Remus confidently as his eyes suddenly spotted Moody coming from the top of Diagon Alley.

”It’s Bellatrix,” yelled Moody as he came to join both Remus and Tonks. “She’s here with two
others.”

Moody reached Remus and dragged them into a shaded part of the street. “You two have to get
out of here, they’re not just after Harry,” he said sharply his voice menacing as his magic Eye
span around in it’s socket looking, no searching for the Deatheaters.

”What are they after?” asked Tonks instinctively.

”I don’t know, but the sooner you two are gone the better, it’s not safe, not even safe for
you two,” said Moody as he pulled Remus by his jacket towards him. “I’m not losing another member
of the Order again Remus, now go!”

Remus turned to Tonks and then before he could even blink was engulfed by the horrific
feeling of being thrown by something else against the wall. His body seemed to shoot-up and then
collide with the nearby wall as if he’d been thrown from a car accident. His head immediately felt
like someone had gone at it with a sledgehammer. He clutched at it with his right hand and felt the
familiar warm sticky feeling of blood accumulating at a large gash.

Remus seemed to be lost within a world of blurred nightmares and pain, he stared across at
Moody who’d been thrown also and saw the dark sinister boots of Bellatrix Lestrange stood over
Mad-Eye’s unconscious body. Remus tried to stop Bellatrix but he wasn’t strong enough to do so,
Bellatrix shook off the grasps at her legs and dragged Moody away from Remus and Tonks who was also
unconscious behind him. Remus tried to shout at them but his voicebox seemed to seize up on him as
Moody was picked up and thrown onto the shoulders of the 2nd Deatheater.

”They captured Moody!?” Harry exclaimed in shock, his voice bellowing as if he had no control on
it whatsoever.

”I tried to stop her Harry, trust me I did, but I was too weak, that curse has knocked me for
six and left Moody vulnerable,” Remus said a tear accumulating at his eye as he tried to tell
himself that it wasn’t his fault, that it was an unfortunate part of being in the Order.

Ron was just lost, he couldn’t look nor speak to either Remus or Harry, he seemed to be left
wondering how Moody could get caught, it didn’t make sense to Ron, Moody was like an Auror, Aurors
never get captured at least to Ron they don’t.

”Why did they take him? Why not kill all three of you?” asked Harry his mind working overload at
trying to figure it all out.

”We don’t know Harry, the moment I returned with Tonks, we spoke to Albus about this and he
couldn’t answer it either,” Remus answered, his head now looking away from Harry’s focus.

”Professor Dumbledore was here? Why wasn’t I told?” asked Harry, reeling from the knowledge that
the one Wizard that he trusted more than any other was here and he didn’t even know.

”Harry, you’ll speak to Albus in good time, he said that that at some point he has to speak to
you, but for now it’s best you leave him to his own business, he’s a busy man,” said Remus, his
eyes now drawn back to Harry who had now taken a confused and rather disappointed look.

”But he’s not too busy to speak to everyone else,” said Harry with the anger boiling up
underneath the surface.

“Be patient Harry, he will talk to you in goodtime, but today wasn’t a good time, its best you
not worry yourself about him for now, what matters is that you are safe and nothing happens to
you,” said Remus assuredly.

Harry nodded whilst he wanted to believe that he’ll find out soon enough, it reminded him of
being shut-out and ignored for so long last year. For once Harry would like to find out with the
rest of the adults, after all he is the one in the Prophesy, he is the one that ultimately has to
face Voldemort and he is the one that matters most.

”Right Harry, I’m sorry but I have to end this conversation, as much as I’d like to continue on,
I need some rest, I’m not quite as indestructible as I’d like to believe,” said Remus jokingly as
he pushed his chair back and walked towards the kitchen door. “Remember Harry, you will find out in
time, just be… patient.”








6. Hermione Comes to Stay
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Chapter Six: Hermione Comes to Stay

The days following Harry’s birthday flew past thick and fast, he went from day to day spending
time with Ron playing Wizard’s Chess and doing as all Teenager’s do; not a lot. Both Harry and Ron
had got into a routine of sorts, they’d spend their days laughing and joking around, enjoying the
Wizard’s Chess and Ron's fathers wants to try out all these new fangled Muggle inventions he’d
unearthed.

Occasionally Ron would break the self-imposed routine to lock himself up in the cluttered attic
and seemingly do nothing more than write letters to what Harry could only ascertain to be some
secret girlfriend that Ron had. It was in actual fact Hermione, though Ron's want for secrecy
was rather confusing as Harry too was writing to Hermione as often as Ron was except he did it in
full view of Mr and Mrs Weasley who were absolutely thrilled to have Harry doing something other
than trying to get Ron with poorly thought out practical jokes.

Of course Ron had initiated the practical jokes, his attempt to turn Harry into a human Chicken
by means of some charmed Muggle glue and pillow feathers had backfired with disastrous
consequences. Instead of turning Harry into a human Chicken he’d turned the kitchen into some
strange themed animal room. Mr Weasley had failed to hold back the laughter after it’d happened but
Mrs Weasley was a whole different matter altogether. Her yelling seemed to last for hours, both Ron
and Harry ear’s had become dulled by the whole incident, though of course it didn’t stop either of
them. Harry had tried to get his own back by strategically placing a dung-bomb or a dozen in
Ron's Bed, only for Ron to sneakily get Ginny to feel his wrath by swapping over his bed linen
with hers. Needless to say the tongue lashing from Ginny was something quite extraordinary, though
of course Harry turned a deep red and Ron was laughing for days.

It was a cloudy Mid-August morning when Ron thundered down the rickety stairs, his red hair
flowing behind him as he lumbered into the kitchen in a pair of hand-me-down black pyjamas. They
were his favourite pair, as they seemed to fit him adequately and they weren’t electric Orange
either. Harry followed closely by, his pyjamas weren’t exposed, he had a orange and red Gryffindor
themed dressing gown on and was wearing a pair of navy blue slippers which had been bought for him
on his birthday by Mrs Weasley.

”I told you I’d win, I’m unbeatable,” shouted Ron as he held his arms up in a mock marathon
winning pose. Harry shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the kitchen sink.

”That’s not fair, I was still in bed when you said go, I should win by default,” said Harry as
he pulled a glass from a cupboard by his head and quickly filled it with ice cold tap water.

”Sore Loser!” exclaimed Ron jokingly as he jumped about on the balls of his feet and enjoyed the
spoils of his success, well whatever that could be.

”Right, next time, I’m going to win by a mile,” said Harry as he took a large gulp from his
glass of water, “you watch.”

Ron just stared at him for a moment and turned to the door to the hallway and began walking
towards the lounge confidently. As Ron turned into the hallway he froze in his steps as if he’d
seen or a ghost. Stood in front of him was Mrs Weasley and Hermione, Ron stood his jaw dropped as
far as it could go and his eyes wide open in sheer shock.

”B-b-but… you said n-n-next week,” stammered Ron as he continued to gaze at Hermione.

”It is next week,” said Hermione without the slightest hint of emotion.

”Hi Hermione,” said Harry as he walked out from behind the gob smacked Ron holding his glass of
water.

”Hello Harry,” said Hermione with a smile as she momentarily turned to Harry and then back to
Ron, “So, is where’s your Dressing gown Ron? Harry’s wearing one.”

Ron looked down and then suddenly as if being controlled by a puppeteer he tried to cover
himself up. Hermione chuckled, “Oh Ron, don’t be silly, I’ve seen you and Harry in your pyjamas
loads of times.”

Ron removed his hands and sorted himself out, “Oh, well I knew that, I was ummm, playing a joke…
yeah, that’s it.”

Mrs Weasley shook her head and turned to Hermione whose wild, frizzy hair hadn’t tamed at all
during the previous few months, “You’ll be sleeping with Ginny dear, the two boys can help you with
your things.”

”No, Mum,” said Ron desperately, “Ginny would rip our heads off we went near her room, not after
the dung-bombs.”

”Well, that’s tough then,” said Mrs Weasley without mercy, “That’ll serve you two right for
using Ginny in a Practical Joke.”

Both Harry and Ron shrugged with a childish malevolence as footsteps could be heard from above
them.

”That’ll be Ginny,” muttered Ron.

It was indeed Ginny, she was wearing a casual pair of blue jeans, a light yellow t-shirt and had
a sweater tied around her waist. “Hello Hermione,” she said as she came into full view, “I’ll help
you with your things; those two are being right pains, acting like a pair of two year olds.”

Ron snorted at Ginny and turned his back on her as she came into the small group and smiled at
Hermione. “Hi Ginny, it’s nice to see you again,” said Hermione with a pleasant sound to her
voice.

Both Hermione and Ginny exchanged pleasantries as Mrs Weasley walked to the door and looked down
at Hermione’s things. Crookshanks was sat quietly next to Hermione’s large trunk as Mrs Weasley
kneeled down and ruffled the Crookshanks’ coat and then dragged the trunk towards the foot of the
stairs. “Right you two take this to Ginny’s room and no monkey business,” she said firmly.

Ron stood straight and moved his hand to his head as if he was a soldier obeying a command from
his superior officer, “yes Sir.” He shouted like a robot. Immediately Harry broke up into fits of
laughter and tried to hold a straight face as Mrs Weasley scowled at both of the boys.

The morning passed swiftly as Hermione spent her time in Ginny’s room unpacking her things and
the two mischievous boys spent their time strolling around the house and laughing at everything
from a poor knock, knock joke to Harry slipping and falling through the backdoor to the garden. It
was a normal day for these two and they loved it.

As the sun rose to its full height, Harry and Ron sat in the garden staring up at the sparse
arrangement of clouds. The clouds of the morning had quickly left, leaving a tiny amount of them
leftover which allowed Harry and Ron to tell each other what images they saw in the clouds.

”That one’s Victor Krum falling from his broomstick,” said Ron with a malevolent smile.

”No chance, its Snape exploding after drinking his own potion,” said Harry with a chortle.

”Harry, look over there,” said Ron as he pointed across at a cloud just emerging from behind a
large Oak Tree, “that looks like Draco being eaten by a huge sheep.”

Harry burst out in loud laughter as the cloud did indeed look like Draco being eaten by a huge
sheep or at least to the two of them it did. From behind them they heard the sound of feet
trampling through the lush grass. Harry looked over to see Hermione walking over, her frizzy hair
swaying slightly in the breeze as she was positively beaming.

”Oh there you two are,” she said exuberantly, “I’ve been wondering where you are.”

”Come to tell her off for what happened to Ginny, have you?” proclaimed Ron with grin as she got
nearer.

”No, but I should’ve that was really mean you two,” she said without a single bit of sternness
in her voice.

”Hey, what did I do? Ron put them in her bed, not me,” said Harry as he sat up and looked over
at Hermione as if he was about to face the Spanish Inquisition.

”Oh Harry, don’t be silly, I’m not going to sentence you to death,” she said reassuringly.

”No, it’ll a lot worse than that, she’ll coddle you to death,” Ron whispered in Harry’s ear.
Harry held back the laughs but tears began to stream down his face as he struggled to try and keep
a straight face.

”Anyway,” said Hermione, “I only came out to talk to you two about what’s been happening
recently.”

”OH,” said Harry solemnly, knowing full well that Hermione was aware of Moody’s kidnapping and
that maybe she was also going to want to know how he was feeling. Which of course would garner the
usual ‘I’m fine’ but Hermione was far too persistent to be stopped by anything other than Harry
pouring out every feeling he has, which was definitely never going to happen.

”Well Harry, it’s important we know what’s going on, so we can figure out why they kidnapped
Poor Mad-Eye, and what they might do next,” said Hermione as if she was talking about studying for
the OWLs.

”Oh Hermione, what’s there to know, they’re trying to pick off the Order so they can get to
Harry,” said Ron coldly, his words scaring Hermione slightly.

”But we don’t know that, I heard what Remus had said and it looks like they could’ve taken
anyone that day,” said Hermione.

”Except Harry, he was gone before they knew anything, isn’t that right Harry,” stated Ron his
voice resembling that of an Army Captain more than the naïve and jovial voice of normal.

”Yeah,” said Harry lost within his own thoughts of what had happened that day. As much as he’d
tried to put everything in the back of his mind and that he also had the memory of Sirius haunting
himself, he knew there was something not at all right about it all. Well of course nothing was
right, they had attacked Harry first and then kidnapped Moody, and somehow Harry knew it was a
diversionary tactic in going for him, but why? What did they want with Moody?

”But I just don’t understand why they would take Moody?” asked Hermione rhetorically, “He’s not
even the biggest threat.”

”You don’t think that they are going to interrogate Moody,” said Ron coldly, “Do you?”

”You don’t think,” she said slowly as her hands covered her mouth as the realisation of
Ron's word began to sink in.

”Don’t think what?” said Harry his mind lost elsewhere.

“That they’ll find out how t-to get to y-y-you through Moody,” stammered Hermione, her voice
straining slightly as the words seemed to stay in the air for an eternity until both Harry and Ron
realised what she’d said.

”But… they can’t… Moody wouldn’t let them,” said Ron dismissively his mind having not yet fully
considered Hermione’s theory yet.

”Ron, there are ways to make people talk, like Veritaserum,” said Hermione very matter of
factly.

”Oh,” said Ron.

Harry bowed his head and stared at the grass swaying in the wind. They’d already found 12
Grimmauld Place, attacked him in Diagon Alley and now had Moody, what else could be next? Where
would he be safe? Was Hogwarts his only place of haven? All these questions weighed on Harry’s mind
heavily. Sirius had died at the end of the last school year and that was hard enough as it is but
with the Prophecy and everything else that had happened, Harry was questioning whether he would
even survive the torment, and anguish.

”Oh Harry,” said Hermione as she looked at Harry’s sheepish expression, “I’m sorry, I forgot how
hard it must be for you right now, what with Sirius going and the attacks.”

Harry shrugged his shoulders as if to imply that he was fine and that he would be alright.
Though Hermione knew him too well to know that whilst he was brave and courageous he was also
stubborn and would rarely if ever open up and speak to someone.

”Don’t worry about it Harry, we’ll be here with you if anything happens,” said Ron assuredly,
his polite smile morphing into a nice big grin, which was directed right at Harry.

”I’m not worried,” said Harry with a false smile. He was struggling with the notion to tell both
of them about the Prophesy, but it didn’t feel right, whilst both of them looked alarmed at what’d
happened, they weren’t necessarily troubled by it all. It was too early and Harry didn’t like to
ruin his friend’s nice summers with unwarranted worry about a Prophesy.

”Hey look, it’s Draco and his two Gorilla’s being mauled by a pack of stampeding Blast-Ended
Skrewts,” exclaimed Ron trying to change the subject as he pointed up at a huge cloud gliding
through the sky. Harry immediately cracked up with laughter as Hermione stared at Ron with a
scolding look.

”What!?” said Ron defensively, his hands held up at the side of him.

”Ron's in trouble,” said Harry with a huge grin.

”Harry,” said Hermione sharply, “You can stop that too, you’re both as bad as each other.”

Both boys looked at Hermione and then turned to each other. “Oh lighten up Hermione,” said
Ron.

Hermione just shook her head in disgust and crossed her arms and looked away from both Harry and
Ron who were now laughing uncontrollably. “I can’t believe you two are acting like everything’s
fine,” uttered Hermione.

”Look Hermione, we’re just as worried as you are but we like to have a good laugh, it helps,”
said Harry as he immediately stopped laughing and turned serious yet again, though not without a
little smile at the corner of his mouth.

”Oh I guess you’re right,” said Hermione, “But I still can’t see how you two can dismiss it all
so quickly.”

Ron suddenly dropped his grin and turned to Hermione and gazed for a moment, “Dismiss it all!?”
he said puzzled, “We’re not dismissing anything, we’re just trying to have a laugh every once in a
while, so that we don’t explode from being all serious all the time.”

”You don’t see me exploding,” replied Hermione.

”Hermione, you’d explode if someone told you the Library was shut for ten minutes,” said Ron
devilishly.

Hermione blushed for a moment before hitting Ron on the arm, “Ouch! What was that for?” asked
Ron loudly.

”Nothing,” said Hermione with a wry grin.

All three of them sat laughing for a short while, before Harry got up and signalled to go.
Hermione quickly followed and Ron stayed down for a few moments more before getting to his feet and
joining the other two. The three of them walked through the swaying grass in the garden and entered
the Burrow through the backdoor. Ron was the last to enter the house as he stood by the door for
the moment looking at the sky; obviously he’d seen another comedy cloud.

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This chapter will likely be the shortest of the story, i really wrote it to introduce Hermione
back into the book and keep a nice mixture between action, humour and dialogue that may be
important come later on. Also, whilst it is short, i do like the chemistry in there, it certainly
makes for a nice funny chapter i think. Anyway Chapter 7 will be up in a few days, I've yet to
really figure out what i want in it yet.




7. Great-Great-Great-Great Uncle Archibald Weasley
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*Chapter Seven: Great-Great-Great-Great Uncle Archibald Weasley
*

Harry woke on a very cold August morning; this was the usual behaviour of British weather; hot
and sticky one day, biting cold the next. Harry pulled his bed covers up to his chin and then
dragged his feet to his chest so he could stay warm. The curtains that framed the room’s only
window were slight ajar revealing a window peppered with raindrops and the world around encompassed
by a deathly black sky.

Harry turned to face Ron who was still lost within a deep sleep, his breath becoming misty due to
the extreme cold of the room. Harry wondered how it could be so cold, when it was still the summer
and although the British weather was bad it was not this bad.

Harry closed his eyes for a moment in the hope that maybe he could fall back asleep and awaken when
it was a lot warmer. It didn’t help matters that Harry’s covers consisted mostly of a wafer thin
brown blanket and a worn and old quilt that seemed to have more holes than actual substance. With
it being the summer the Weasleys hadn’t planned on needing thick winter bed-covers for the boys and
so both of them had been given the bare minimum, neither minded for it was still sweltering at
night and Harry didn’t like being hot and sticky.

Harry’s attempts to get back to sleep were futile, he was awake now and had no choice but to either
suffer under the bed-covers or to get up, get dressed and go downstairs where a fire in the lounge
would be infinitely warmer. Harry decided on the latter, he swiftly leapt from his bed and dressed
himself in the warmest clothes he had, which was basically a knitted jumped from Mrs Weasley and
some hand-me-downs from Dudley.

Harry left the bedroom he shared with Ron and made his way down the stairs; he held his arms close
to him as he walked down the stairs with a shiver; his body snapping forward every so often as the
cold consumed him. After a minute or so Harry had descended the rickety old stairs of the Burrow
and had reached the ground floor hallway.

Harry looked down the Hallway to see a strong orange light illuminating the doorway to the
Kitchen. He entered the Kitchen to see Mrs Weasley busying herself with breakfast and Kingsley
Shacklebolt sat in front of a steaming hot cup of Cocoa and lost in thought. Harry paused for a
second and then motioned to the table in the centre of the room and sat himself down.

“Good morning Harry dear,” said Mrs Weasley softly as she turned to see him sat opposite Kingsley,
“Would you like some Hot Chocolate?”

Harry nodded in acceptance and Mrs Weasley began to make Harry a nice warming cup of Hot Chocolate.
Harry sat quietly looking at Kingsley who had seemed not to see Harry sit down, though he probably
did but was so deep in thought that he felt no need to react.

“Morning Kingsley,” said Harry politely, Kingsley didn’t react, “It’s a bit cold isn’t it.”

Immediately Kingsley’s eyes blinked and he turned his gaze from the table and upon Harry. “It is,
isn’t it,” he said rhetorically, “far too cold for an August.”

Mrs Weasley walked over from the kitchen counter holding a hot cup of Cocoa and placed it in front
of Harry. “Mr Shacklebolt and I were just talking about it Harry,” she said as Harry grasped the
handle of the mug and sucked in the soothing aromatic fumes of the cup.


“Yes, it is most peculiar,” said Kingsley as he looked over at the kitchen window, the rain
pounding on the window with unheralded intensity, “The rain is understandable, but the cold, now
that makes it all seem a bit too peculiar for my liking.”

Harry nodded and took a sip from his Cocoa as Kingsley stood up from his seat and walked over to
the window.

“Harry,” he said nonchalantly, “When was the last time you witnessed weather this cold with no
frost, ice or anything?”

“I haven’t,” replied Harry honestly.

“Exactly,” exclaimed Kingsley, “You haven’t and neither have I, the rain should be snow at least,
something is afoot.”

“Oh Kingsley, do stop with the theories, you’re almost as bad as Mad-Eye,” said Mrs Weasley, “We’ve
had weather this cold without rain all the time, it’s just the weather.”
Kingsley grudgingly accepted Mrs Weasley’s explanation and sat back down opposite Harry. However
Harry could see that Kingsley was still thinking deeply about the Weather and its implications and
causes. Harry knew at least that Kingsley shared the same mentality at Moody, although maybe not as
excessively.

“Drink up Harry, I’ll be serving breakfast soon,” said Mrs Weasley as she began ringing the bell
for Breakfast.

Breakfast was a low-key affair, everyone sat eating quietly, and the conversations were few and far
between with the cold weather being the main topic of the morning. Opinions ranged from Voldemort
hexing a muggle weatherman to El Nino, to a theory that the Deatheaters had taken control of a
weather device and were using it for their own gain; this theory was obviously voiced by Hermione.
The theories weren’t discussed much, there’d be the occasional few words and nods of agreement but
nothing much else. As much as this was the main topic few wanted to talk about the cold when
everyone was wearing at least 5 layers of clothing each.

After breakfast Harry began to explore the house alone, he’d explored before, but with it being so
cold and Ron wanting to spend some time playing Wizard’s Chess with Hermione. Harry was left to his
own devices which at the moment with the weather was searching every nook and cranny of the house
for something interesting. This could be anything, knowing what Mr Weasley kept in the house.

** Harry avoided searched the basement as he’d been down there already this summer
and whilst it was a cauldron of interesting things to most Wizards to Harry it was merely a
collection of broken stuff that muggles use everyday. Instead he decided to search the variety of
hallways and rooms that led from the rickety stairs as much as the house was a mish-mash of levels,
it still had a large amount of rooms and Harry had only seen the main bedrooms and nothing much
else in his time spent at the Burrow.

Harry turned off at the 2nd floor junction at the stairs and turned into the hallway that housed
the twin’s old bedroom and a toilet. He walked down the hallway looking at the doors and checking
to see if any were unlocked but unfortunately for Harry they were either completely ajar showing an
empty bedroom housing a multitude of boxes or locked and Harry had neither the inclination to open
and face the wrath of an angry Mrs Weasley.

Harry stopped at what looked to be the end of the hallway and turned to leave when he spotted
some shiny concealed in the wall, he walked over for a closer inspection and saw that it was
actually a doorknob half hidden in the wall and half out. He put his hand on what he could of the
doorknob and pushed down. To his surprise a door opened revealing a dark and dingy small room; it
was covered with dust and spider’s webs and was unfurnished except for a single painting on the far
wall.

Harry entered the room cautiously; it wasn’t like the Weasleys to have a room which was left
well alone unless it had good reason not to be entered. Harry looked around again and noticed that
the room also had no windows. He turned back to the painting ahead of him and approached it, he
looked deeply at the painting and noticed that it was an old painting of the Burrow, it wasn’t the
Burrow he knew today but it was still undoubtedly the Burrow.

“Whose that!?” came a voice from within the picture, “What are you doing here?”

Harry jumped back startled, “I’m sorry, I was just looking around.”

“Who are you?” said a shaggy haired redhead wearing an old-fashioned tweed cloak and strange black
riding boots.

“I’m Harry Potter,” replied Harry slowly, his voice straining.

“So you’re that Potter boy, the one my dear Nephew keeps going on about,” said the picture with a
sly grin.

“Your nephew?” said Harry puzzled.

“Yes my Nephew Arthur, sweet man, has an unhealthy obsession with plugs me thinks, but what can you
do, I wasn’t exactly the best role model,” the picture said smiling.

“You weren’t?” Harry asked.

“Oh of course not, I was always playing tricks on hapless muggles, poor people, never even realised
I was the one who started the infamous frog downpour of 1717,” said the picture his smile now
erupting in a cheesy grin that consumed the lower half of his face.

“Ohhh, that was you,” said Harry acting as if he knew it well.

“Sure was, though I never got the credit, they gave it to that bleeding fake Robert Whackleston,”
said the picture his grin now replaced with a deep snarl, “If only they knew it was I Archibald
Weasley, I might have got myself on one of those Chocolate Frog cards Ronald loves to
collect.”

“Oh so you talk to the Weasleys then?” said Harry without thinking.

“Talk to the Weasleys!?” exclaimed Archibald, “I am a Weasley, why wouldn’t i talk to my
family?”

Harry didn’t answer the question instead he stared around the room for a moment and then shot
Archibald a confused glance, “Ummmm, why are you locked up in this dirty room if you talk to
them?”

“Ahhh, yes, well you see they don’t like my wake-up calls,” said Archibald, his face now smiling
again.

“They couldn’t have been that bad,” said Harry sympathetically.

“Well if using a foghorn at 4 in the morning isn’t bad, then i don’t know what is,” said Archibald
malevolently.

Harry let out a chuckle as he realised just how funny it would be to see the whole Weasley house
running around like headless chickens at the sound of a foghorn at 4am.

“But they fixed that by putting me in this room, they say it’s soundproof, it must be, my foghorn
doesn’t work anymore,” said Archibald as his head drooped in disappointment.

“Well, it must be pretty lonely in here,” uttered Harry.

“It is, but I have my distractions, I’ve managed to remove a tree from the painting completely,
took me 12 years to do it, but i succeeded, oh yes I succeeded,” said Archibald as Harry’s eyes
moved to the large blank spot in the painting just left of the Burrow.

“So you’re Harry Potter,“ said Archibald quickly as he spotted Harry’s eyes focused on something
other than him.

“Yeah,” said Harry.

“Well, you certainly look nothing like some Dark Lord destroying Super-wizard, now do you?” said
Archibald with a chuckle.

“Excuse me?” said Harry slightly perturbed by the comment, he certainly never consider himself to
be a ‘Dark Lord destroying Super-Wizard’ Harry was just Harry.

“Lighten up boy, I was joking,” Archibald said sincerely, “All these escapades have caused you to
lose your sense of humour.”

“Oh no,” retorted Harry, “My sense of humour is fine, Ron and I were playing pranks all
summer.”

“Really,” said Archibald his interest immediately peaked, “What exactly was one of these
‘pranks’.”

“Well I placed a dozen Dung-Bombs in his bed-covers,” said Harry.

“No, no, no,” said Archibald angrily, “That just will not do, you youth these days have no
imagination.”

“it’s only a bit of fun,” protested Harry, feeling slightly offended that Archibald Weasley would
be so angry over a simple prank.

“No, if you want to a pull a proper prank here’s what you do,” said Archibald his eyes twinkling
like a small child with new toys.

Archibald began to show Harry a masterful prank from within his own vault of practical jokes, it
seemed complicated at the least. it took almost an hour for Archibald to explain all the wand
movements, steps and directions needed to pull off the ‘king of all practical jokes’ as Archibald
would frequently say during the instructions.


“Now remember, this is for someone you particularly hate,” said Archibald with a wicked grin,
“someone you hate with venom, have you anyone in mind?”

“Oh yes,” said Harry exuberantly, “I know the perfect person.”

The door to the room suddenly opened and Mr Weasley walked in, his eyes darting from Harry to
Archibald in the portrait and back to Harry.

“Harry,” said Mr Weasley loudly, his voice startling Harry and causing him to turn round in shock,
“I see you’ve met my Great-Great-Great-Great Uncle Archibald.”

“That he has my dear Nephew, we’re getting on just swimmingly,” said Arthur as he looked down upon
Harry with a look as if Harry was part of the family too.

“That’s good to know Archibald,” said Mr Weasley with a smile.

“I’m really sorry Mr Weasley,” said Harry apologetically, “I found the room by accident.”

“Don’t worry about it Harry, we were going to introduce at some point anyway, no point in hiding
our only family member portrait from you now is there?” said Mr Weasley as he held Harry by the
shoulder with a fatherly like gesture.

“Had I known how much you resembled my own young self i would’ve insisted we were introduced
Harry,” said Archibald as he began to walk around the painting randomly.

“Now Harry, I think you best leave Archibald to enjoy his walk and come and see this,” said Mr
Weasley steering Harry away from the picture. Archibald put a hand up in a farewell gesture as
Harry began to walk with Mr Weasley.

“What’s going on?” asked Harry.

“Let’s just say that the weather has taken a strange turn,” said Mr Weasley as he led Harry down
the stairs towards the kitchen.

The Kitchen was bustling with people; every person in the house was stood in the Kitchen looking
out the window. Harry tried to see what it was they were looking at but couldn’t see his way
through the crowd. Suddenly Hermione turned and ran over to Harry.


“You have to see this Harry, it’s a blizzard out there,” said Hermione with a childish
enthusiasm.

“It’s what!?” said Harry shocked at what he had just heard.


Hermione didn’t answer and instead dragged Harry over to a decent view from the window. Harry
looked out the window at the white world that had seemingly appeared from nowhere in the middle of
August. The snow was being ruthlessly thrown at the house and ground by severe swirling winds. The
large Oak tree out in the garden was now completely white, it’s branches swaying fiercely with the
wind at the onslaught continued.

“It started half an hour ago,” said Remus his eyes staring out at the inhospitable white wasteland,
“the rain just seemed to stop and the temperature dropped further, then all hell broke
loose.”

“How can anyone survive that?” asked Ron his question not aimed at any one in particular.

No-one answered, they all seemed too hypnotised by the never-ending amount of snow being thrown
from the dark skies above. No-one said a word for at least ten minutes as they all gazed in awe,
this was something that happened once every 1000 years or so.

“But what about the Owls with the O.W.L results and our booklists,” cried Hermione breaking the
uneasy silence that had consumed the room.

“They’ll be fine,” said Mrs Weasley assuredly, “they managed in the winter, and they’ll manage
now.”

Hermione let out a big sigh of relief as Ron turned to face her, “There’s a blizzard in August and
the worst thing you can think about is your O.W.L results not getting here, heaven forbid you might
get them late,” said Ron sarcastically.

Hermione scowled at Ron as Harry let out a chuckle and Ginny giggled, “Calm down you two,” said Mrs
Weasley firmly as she turned to the two children. Ron grinned and turned back to watching the
blizzard as Hermione turned red and crossed her arms angrily.

“Harry has your scar hurt recently?” asked Ron whispering into Harry’s ear so that only Harry
could hear.

“No, it’s been fine,” replied Harry in a hushed tone his voice only loud enough for Ron to get his
answer, “you don’t think Voldemort had something to do with it do you?”

Ron flinched at Voldemort’s name as Mr Weasley leaned over the shoulders of the two boys, “Now boys
if you’re going to whisper you might as well tell us all what you’re saying,” he saying
jokingly.

“We didn’t say anything,” said Ron with an air of deceitfulness.

“No Mr Weasley, we were only talking about the new Defence against the Dark Arts Teacher and who it
could be,” lied Harry.

“The new Defence against the Dark Arts Teacher,” said Remus with a glint in his eye, “I think I may
have an idea on who that may be.”

“You do?” said both Ron and Harry in unison.

“Oh yes, although I’m not entirely sure, it may be another Auror, one whom is well respected in the
Wizarding World,” said Remus, “He’s widely believed to be the best Auror around.”

“But Moody was the best Auror we’ve ever heard of,” said Hermione sharply.

“Ahhh,” said Remus, “Moody was once the best there is no doubt about that, but this Wizard is
something else, he keeps to himself, but there is no doubting his undeniable ability, it’s a shame
he declined Dumbledore’s offer to join the Order.”

“Who is this Wizard?” asked Harry curiously.

“I cannot say, because if I am wrong then it’d be detrimental to his work in the dark and murky
underground of the Wizarding World,” uttered Remus obviously being vague so that none of the young
Wizards could do some research and come across whomever it may be, “I will say one thing, if he
does teach Defence against the Dark Arts he’ll certainly take a shine to you Harry, that I can be
sure of.”

Harry looked at Remus blankly, that could mean anything, many Wizards have taken a shine to him
since he knew he was a wizard and not all of the reasons were exactly for the want to do
good.

“Kingsley, who is this Wizard?” Hermione asked, trying to see if she could somehow get it out of
Kingsley who obviously knew the answer also.


“Oh I couldn’t indulge that information,” he said with a chuckle, “I couldn’t go behind Remus’
back, now could I?”

Both Harry and Ron shook their heads in jest, as Hermione turned her back on everyone and stared
out at the blizzard ravaging the world around them. A loud crack of thunder exploded from within
the white wall outside, Ginny and Hermione both jumped in response to the sudden burst of sound and
light. Ron looked at Harry and mouthed the words ‘scaredy cats’, Harry let out a guffaw.

“Oi!” yelled Ginny at Ron, “I’ve seen you jump at a pot falling in the Kitchen.”

“No I haven’t, I’m unscareable,” he stated arrogantly.

Suddenly a huge bolt of lightning erupted from the clouds and lit up the white garden, the sound
was deafening and the suddenness of it caused Ron, Hermione and Ginny all to jump. Ron jumped
slightly whilst Hermione and Ginny jumped into each other and then backed away from the
window.

“I think everyone should go sit in the lounge,” said Mrs Weasley in a Motherly tone of voice, “This
blizzard is becoming even worse by the minute.”

She led the four children from the kitchen and into the warm lounge, its fireplace glowing orange
from the medium sized fire burning inside of it. Harry and Ron sat on the large sofa, whilst Ginny
and Hermione sat themselves down by the fire, their backs turned on the two boys and engaged into a
quiet conversation that only the two of them could hear.

“I don’t know why Mum has sent us here Harry,” said Ron, “It’s only a bit of snow and
lightning.”

“Your Mum is just trying to keep us safe, we both know she overreacts,” said Harry.

“Yeah, I know, but I’d like to watch it, it looks cool,” he said his eyes widening with glee at
the prospect of a huge storm. Such is the Teenage male’s fascination with Storms that you’d think
with one so close; they’d both be sneaking off to see it at firsthand.

“Hermione, do you think You-Know-Who is causing this?” asked Ron.

Hermione turned immediately and waited a few moments for her thoughts to accumulate and a theory to
finally make it’s way from the depth of her knowledgeable mind, “Well, he has to doesn’t he, you
don’t get Blizzards in the middle of August, ever.”

“I guess, but how would he do it?” chimed in Harry, his reluctance to engage in the conversation
not as powerful as he’d hoped as he was really intrigued to know how someone could control the
weather like this.

“I don’t know Harry, but if he can control the weather then what else could he do? The
possibilities of his evil are endless,” she said starkly, the words staying in the air for an
eternity it seemed.

“But why control the weather?” asked Ron, his want to know the answers as strong as Harry’s.

“I don’t know Ron, why do you always ask me, I’m not a seer, I don’t know everything,” said
Hermione firmly.

“Yeah, you got that right, I’m sure Professor Trelawney would be predicting 7 apocalypses and 15
grisly deaths for Harry, as well as why this is all happening,” joked Ron.

Hermione threw a pillow at Ron in response and hit him on the head as she turned back to Ginny and
resumed her original conversation. Ron looked at Hermione with his mouth wide-open but didn’t say
anything; instead he turned back to Harry who had the box of Wizard’s Chess in his hands.

“Come on then Ron,” challenged Harry, as both boys set up Wizard’s Chess.





8. The O.W.L Results
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*Chapter Eight: The O.W.L Results
* The astonishing snowstorm that had wowed and worried everyone had only lasted a single
day, which was even more worrying than the storm itself. However it didn’t take long for everyone
to put it in the back of their mind as a freak incident and to get on with things.
It was several days after the storm that Harry was woken with a startle; Hermione was stood holding
3 large letters in her hands and was absolutely beaming with joy. She thundered into the room as
soon as they’d been delivered and had awoken both Ron and Harry with shrieks.

“Uhhhhhhh,” groaned Ron still half asleep.

“Wake-up, wake-up our O.W.L results are here,” said Hermione smiling, “I can’t wait to see how I
did.”

Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes as he focused on the excited Hermione, her Bushy hair bouncing
along with her as she jumped on the balls of her feet, clearly anxious for both boys to open the
letters with her. It took Harry a moment to clearly figure out where he was and why he’d been
awoken from his dreamless slumber, but once he did he wondered what all the fuss was about.

“It’s 7 in the morning,” said Harry glaring at his watch, “can’t you open yours and let us open it
in 5 hours or something?”

“Of course not, we can open them together,” she said strongly, her voice imposing itself on both
Ron and Harry.

“Can we at least wake-up first,” said Ron as he tried to shake off the cobwebs of being prematurely
awoken from his slumber.

“You’re awake now,” she said quickly, before pushing the letters addressed to Ron and Harry into
their hands, “I’ll go first.”

Hermione did not hesitate in ripping open the envelope with her right hand; she looked at the open
envelope with bated breath her lip caught between her teeth as the anticipation was obvious to all.
She slowly put her fingers into the envelope and pulled out a piece of light brown parchment, she
stared down at the spidery writing and stared for a second before a large smile burst onto her
face.

“I got 10 O.W.L’s,” she said jubilantly, her joy and happiness at her great results completely lost
on both Ron and Harry who were just staring at her in disbelief.

“You got 10!?” said a shocked Ron, “that’s more than I even took, I’ll be lucky if I get 5.”

”We can’t all be know-it-alls,” said Harry jokingly, his words immediately drawing a sharp,
scornful gaze from Hermione, “Lighten up Hermione, I was only joking.”

”Oh, well seeing as you made the joke, you can open yours now,” said Hermione leering at
Harry.

”No, I want to open mine next,” said Ron surprising both Hermione and Harry, “I don’t want to wait
any longer.”

Harry just shrugged and leaned back as Ron sat up fully and grasped the letter tightly. He closed
his eyes for a brief moment and opened the letter, his head aimed squarely at the wall as he tried
to keep his eyes way from the letter until the very last moment. As the letter was pulled from the
envelope, Ron grimaced.

”So?” asked Hermione curiously.

”Err, I got 4 O.W.L’s,” he said disappointedly, “I was expecting at least 5, I’m sure I nailed the
Divination exam, the prediction of Harry’s death never fails.”

Harry let out a large guffaw as Hermione stood staring nonchalantly, her arms now crossed, “Oh do
grow-up,” she uttered sharply.

”Well done Ron,” said Harry with an encouraging tone, “you did better than Fred and George.”

”I did, didn’t I?” he asked rhetorically a beaming smile now on his groggy looking face, the bags
under his eyes still heavy after waking up.

“Your turn Harry,” said Hermione enthusiastically.

Harry looked at Hermione and then turned to his letter, it seemed heavier than Ron’s or Hermione’s
and yet it was the same size and thickness. “It’s a bit heavy for it to just be my results,” he
said.

“Well open it and find out,” said Hermione quickly.

Harry ran his finger over the edge of the envelope and then ruthlessly opened it, the paper
shredding at the top as his finger burst through the paper. He opened the letter slightly and
looked inside, there were 3 bits or parchment folded up inside and something shining in the glint
of the room’s light. He reached inside and pulled a red and gold ‘Quidditch Captain’ badge from the
envelope and stared in awe.

“You’re the new Quidditch Captain,” said Ron with a beaming smile, “Brilliant!”


“That’s great Harry, you’ll make a good Gryffindor captain,” said Hermione.

“But Umbridge put a lifetime ban on me, I can’t be the captain, I’m not even allowed to play,”
said Harry confused.

“Obviously Professor Dumbledore rescinded the ban and made you captain, or at least Professor
McGonagall made you Captain,” said Hermione intelligently.

Harry pulled the Red and Gold badge out fully and placed it on his bedside table. He looked back
inside the envelope and pulled out the next piece of parchment and began reading its spidery
writing.

*Dear Harry,

I hope that you are well in the Burrow; we felt that it was necessary for you to be in a place of
which you could be content and happy. Anyway, I’m not writing to you to ask how you are but to
explain why you have been chosen as Quidditch Captain. I know that Madam Umbridge had placed a
rather extreme Lifetime ban on you and have thus rescinded the ban; it was a ridiculous ban and
thus should have never been given.*

*Regardless of that I have decided that you are the worthiest person to be the new Gryffindor
Quidditch Captain. It is also in part because of my own mistake in not making you prefect in
believing that you had enough on your plate, I hope that this makes up for last year and that
you’ll lead Gryffindor to glory. If of course you feel that someone else is worthier of being
Gryffindor Quidditch Captain then please send me a Owl saying so, and I’ll be sure to consider it;
of course I do not expect you to do so.*

*Wear the badge with pride and I’ll see you at the start of term.

Yours sincerely
Professor Albus Dumbledore
* “What’s it say?” asked Ron.
** “Well it’s just Professor Dumbledore writing to say why he chose me at Gryffindor
Quidditch Captain,” said Harry his focus still on the parchment and Professor Dumbledore’s
words.
** “Well time to face the music,” said Harry holding the folded parchment which
contained his O.W.L Results, “here goes.”

Harry opened the parchment and gazed upon his results for a second before looking up at Hermione
and Ron who were both leaning towards him, waiting anxiously to see how he did.

“Well,” asked Hermione.

“I got 6 O.W.L’s,” said Harry surprised, “but I don’t get it, I managed to get an O in
potions.”

Ron’s mouth jaw dropped, “An O in Potions?” he asked still dumbfounded by the sheer ridiculousness
of what Harry had said, “but Snape always said you were terrible, a bane upon potions, a boy who
got by on his fame and fame alone.”

“Oh Ron, you know Harry was a lot better than Snape said, Snape failed him because he could,” said
Hermione who wasn’t quite as shocked as Harry or Ron.
“I can take the classes to become an Auror now,” said Harry with a smile, now realising that whilst
he would have to face Snape for another two years, he could still become an Auror.

“Yeah, it’s not as if you’re unqualified,” said Ron with a smirk, but it was true, Harry was more
than qualified to become an Auror, he’d faced Voldemort in a one on one duel and survived, very few
Wizards or even Aurors for that matter could ever add that to their C.V.

“Hey did you two get your Books list as well?” asked Harry pulling out the parchment with the list
written on.

“Yeah,” said Ron.

“Of course we did,” said Hermione, “Hogwarts would never forget to put in the Book lists now, would
they?”

“Well no, I was only wondering,” said Harry looking away from the biting stares from Hermione who
looked as if Harry was considering blasphemy.

“Good,” said Hermione swiftly before looking at her list and then smiling, “I have two of these
books.”

“No surprises there,” was Ron’s snide remark, Harry giggled as Hermione let out a large cough
and then rolled her parchment up.

“Well, I’m going to give these to Mrs Weasley, she’ll be off to pick the things up today, want me
to give her your lists?” she said to Ron and Harry as she was getting from her perched position.
Both Ron and Harry nodded and gave her their book and items lists, she rolled them up and in a
split second was gone.

***

The day went relatively quietly for Harry and Ron, whilst Mrs Weasley was out shopping for books
and clothing and whatnot, both of them engaged in Wizard Chess. They had around a dozen games
before Harry finally gave-up and conceded defeat to the far superior Ron, his logical thinking a
lynchpin of a good Wizard’s Chess strategy. The games had managed to burn up most of the afternoon,
their attentions being diverted from playing to eating and then just talking. It was by all
accounts a typical day for them.

Occasionally Hermione would come join them for ten minutes at a time, her reasons being general
discussions about life and what they’d want with Moody, what could cause the weather and many other
unanswered questions that she felt compelled to dwell over in her head. Of course Harry too had
pondered it all but he chose not to make it a public discussion as he knew more than both Ron and
Hermione and if he did really speak his mind he’d no doubt talk about the prophecy and he isn’t
ready to let him closest friends know... at least not yet.


Evening descended on the Burrow as Mrs Weasley returned from Diagon Alley, her arms filled
books, school equipment and much more. She dropped the stuff onto the Kitchen table and immediately
called for Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny. It didn’t take long for the 4 of them to emerge from
their rooms and appear in the kitchen. Hermione and Ginny entered first and were swiftly followed
by Harry and Ron who were still continuing their conversation about the complexities of the
Quidditch positions.

“There you all are,” said Mrs Weasley as the 4 children sat themselves at the kitchen table and
gazed at the huge pile of bags and packages.

“What’d you get, mum?” asked Ron energetically.

“Oh I got plenty,” said Mrs Weasley with a grin, “everything on the lists and then some.”

Immediately everyone around the table beamed in anticipation at what the extra things could
possibly be. “Did you get my new Broom?” asked Ginny with a smile, she had been expecting a new
broom since the end of the last term and although she hadn’t been promised one Mrs Weasley had let
loose hints during the summer.
“Well, you’ll be pleased to know dear that I managed to pick-up a Nimbus 500,” she said pulling the
broom from out of the pile and giving it to Ginny who looked as if her grin could get no wider. “As
for everything else, well it’s not just for you children, I had to pick up a few things for Remus
and Kingsley, oh and Arthur too, he really wanted a new Muggletricity Detector,” she said as she
sifted through the sheer mountain of goodies and siphoned off everything for the adults.

Both Kingsley and Remus had been coming and going, never really staying long enough so that
Harry could speak to them about the goings on. But that was to be expected; with the impending war
Dumbledore had no doubt got them working tirelessly for the Order. On the oft chance that Harry
could speak to either of them, all he managed to get out of them was vague answers that didn’t
actually mean much. Of course Harry was sure they knew exactly why Moody had been taken and was
working to get him back, though he wasn’t sure when they would mount the rescue.

As for Nymphadora Tonks, well she spent a lot of time around the house, keeping a watchful eye but
she wasn’t very communicative to the boys, she was more interested in talking to Hermione and
Ginny. Which really irked Ron, he’d found it very sexist for her to ignore the two boys because
they aren’t as ‘talkative’ or using Ron’s exact words ‘we don’t gossip’ though trying to imagine
Hermione having a good old gossip was almost impossible.

“But Mum, how could you afford it all?” asked Ron his natural worry that it was all second hand
coming through.

“Oh dear Ronald, with your older brothers all living elsewhere, your Father and I have been able to
save a little each week, so that we could treat you all,” she politely answered.

“Wicked,” replied Ron instantaneously, “so what did I get?”

“Well Ronald, I got you an official Chudley Cannons jumper and one of those new fangled
Broom-Warmers,” said Mrs Weasley, “the man in the shop insisted that you’d love it.”

Ron didn’t answer, he was simply speechless, and he never got anything ‘new’ before, well he rarely
got anything ‘new’. He leaned forward and took his pile of books, parchment, robes and items, and
took extra care with his jumper and the Broom-Warmer. He turned to leave but then looked at Harry
and decided that whilst he wanted to spend every waking moment with his new things, he also wanted
to see what Harry got.

“Hermione, I got you the new edition of ‘Hogwarts a History’ and ‘The Healers Compendium’, I hope
you like it,” she said with a small smile as she passed over the two books and the incredibly large
pile of books and equipment that Hermione needed for school. Hermione smiled graciously and
immediately took the pile in her arms, said thanks and left for her room. Ginny followed her with
her stuff and both Harry and Ron were left staring at the rather small pile on the table compared
to what everyone else had got.

“Ummmm, what did Harry get Mum?” asked Ron confused, “it doesn’t look like he got anything.”

“I’m sorry Harry dear, I wasn’t able to get you anything, there just didn’t seem to be anything
you’d like,” she said sympathetically.’


Harry just stared at the floor, he didn’t mind not getting anything, but seeing everyone else
with beaming smiles and hauling their pile of goodies, he felt left-out. ‘It’s not so bad,’ Harry
thought to himself, ‘at least I’m happy, it’s all that matters.’

“But don’t fret, Remus said he got you something and that you’ll get it when you arrive at
Hogwarts,” said Mrs Weasley looking Harry square in the face and trying to coerce him into a
semblance of a smile, “he’s left it with Albus.”

Harry let slip a smile, he was much happier knowing that Professor Dumbledore would have a gift
from Remus and he would also be able to ask questions about what’s going on. Though whether or not
Dumbledore would let him know any concrete was a whole different matter altogether. After last year
Harry didn’t quite trust him fully, it was knowing that he’d been ignored for so long that rubbed
Harry the wrong way.

“Right you two, go take your stuff upstairs and pack it all away,” said Mrs Weasley signalling
for both Harry and Ron to go upstairs, “you’re leaving for Hogwarts in 2 days, you don’t want to be
late because you didn’t pack it all in time.”

Harry picked up his things and joined Ron on the short journey up the stairs towards their room.
Both of them were struggling to carry everything as they weren’t ‘superhuman’ or the male ’Adonis’
not they were both normal Wizards who were skinny and pale, the way it should be or at least that’s
how they felt.

“So what do you think Remus got you?” asked Ron as he hauled his large bags up the first rickety
flight of stairs.

”I don’t know,” replied Harry dragging his bag of books along the landing towards the second flight
of stairs, “It could be anything.”

”Yeah, well, I bet it’s something magical from like some obscure country in Eastern Europe or
something,” said Ron as they finally reached the bedroom.

”I wish, it’s probably just gonna be some of Sirius’,” said Harry, “It’d be great if it was, but I
don’t know, I still think about what happened and well the memories are painful enough without
having an item of his.”

Ron nodded in agreement as both of them hauled their items over to where the two trunks were
standing side by side. “You’ll get over it Harry, I have faith in you,” said Ron as he lowered his
parchments, ink bottles and quills into a special compartment in his trunk.

”Yeah, I guess, but Sirius was my only real family,” said Harry his eyes starting to well up as the
replays of Sirius fall through the veil played over a million times a second.

”What about the Dursley’s?” replied Ron without thinking.

”Oh Ron! You know what I mean,” retorted Harry as he put his new Defence against the Dark Arts book
into his trunk and then covered it up with his Hogwarts cloak.

”Well Harry, think of it like this, the happier you are the less you’re likely to notice something
is seriously wrong in the world,” was Ron's very surprising Philosophical type statement.

Harry stood for a moment pondering Ron's statement, “I guess you’re right, again,” said Harry
beginning to smile again, “That’s twice in the space of two minutes, what’s going on with you today
Ron?”

Ron shrugged jokingly and both boys continued packing away in silence, only occasionally breaking
it to hum or just randomly make noises. They were definitely two 16 year old boys with short
attention spans.





9. All Aboard the Hogwarts Express
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*Chapter Nine: All Aboard the Hogwarts Express
* Both Harry and Ron were up at the break of dawn, their excitement at returning to
Hogwarts was welling over and both had trouble sleeping. As much as they liked the holidays, they
still loved to be at Hogwarts it was a second home for Ron and for Harry well it felt like his
home. He’d never felt at home anywhere but at Hogwarts, it was a shame that this was his
penultimate year there; it seemed to go by so fast.

Harry sat-up in his bed and wiped the gunk out of his eyes before turning towards Ron, “not long
now,” he said with a smile.

“Yeah, I can’t wait,” replied Ron, sitting at the side of his bed, his feet being lowered into a
pair of scuffed slippers.

“Who do you reckon will be the new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher?” asked Harry.
“Well as long as it’s not snivelling Snape,” retorted Ron with a wry grin.

Harry laughed in response and got out of his bed and put on his black dressing gown, “Ron, do you
think Professor Dumbledore will hire another Auror? With the war and all.”

“I don’t know,” replied Ron, thinking about it, “He probably would, but after what happened to
Moody, I’m sure he’ll be keeping constant vigilance.”

“Ron, that was very ironic,” said Harry.

Ron stared at him for a brief second, “What was ironic?”

“Never mind,” replied Harry smiling, his glasses slipping down his nose.

“Let’s go get some breakfast,” said Ron as he too put on his dressing gown, though instead of being
black it was a faded grey and had several holes.

“Will your mum be up at this time?” questioned Harry.

“Oh yeah, she’s always up early when we catch the Hogwarts Express, she thinks if she’s up any
later we’ll all miss the train,” replied Ron.

When Harry and Ron entered the kitchen it was already filled with people, all bustling about,
eating, talking, and being jovial. Hermione and Ginny were sat opposite Kingsley and Tonks who were
all eating a large traditional fried breakfast. Harry sat next to Kingsley and picked up a plate
from the centre of the table and waited for Mrs Weasley to serve him a lush breakfast. Ron sat next
to his sister and also took a plate from the centre of the table.

“Morning boys,” said Mrs Weasley as she turned from the stove with a frying pan in hand, “Are you
hungry?”

“Oh yes,” said both boys in unison.

Mrs Weasley smiled and served them their fried breakfast, the bacon, beans, sausage and toast all
set nicely onto the plates. Harry waited for a moment before tucking in, his taste buds salivating
at the prospect of another gorgeous meal.

“So Harry, looking forward to school?” said Kingsley.

“Yes, I can’t wait,” replied Harry eyeing a large piece of bacon.
“Neimber caun I,” said Ron his mouth packed full of beans and sausage.

“Ronald Weasley, do not speak with your mouth full,” said Mrs Weasley bitingly.

Ron looked down at his plate, his face red with embarrassment, as the chuckles from everyone around
the table died down. He grudgingly stuck his form into a piece of bacon and chewed on it as he
tried to keep a low profile until everyone had forgotten about his ‘talking whilst eating’ incident
which had happened 15 seconds ago.

“So Hermione, are there any special boys in your life?” asked a very curious Tonks who was
smiling at Hermione.

“Err, no, of course not, why would there be?” said Hermione defensively.

“No reason,” smiled Tonks, she clearly got exactly what she expected from Hermione with that
answer.

“Well if there was one, you’d tell me, would you Hermione?” said Ron, managing to speak without his
mouth being full.

“You’re not jealous are you Ron?” said Ginny looking up from her breakfast.

“No,” uttered Ron.

“Did you all pack you things?” asked Mrs Weasley.

“Yes Mum,” said Ginny as the other three just nodded and continued eating.

“That’s good, we’ll be leaving immediately after breakfast,” said Mrs Weasley as she looked down at
the small silver watch around her wrist.

It didn’t take long for everyone to finish off their food and begin dressing for the trip to King’s
Cross and for the children the lengthy journey on the Hogwarts Express. The trip to King’s Cross
itself was uneventful, Tonks and Kingsley acted as escorts and having caught a taxi from the Burrow
it was an hour or so until they finally reached King’s Cross and the never-ending flow of people
that came with it being one of London’s biggest stations.

It took the group about five minutes to navigate the crowds and finally reach platforms 9 and 10,
the columns separating both them acting as the magical entrance to platform 9 ¾. Kingsley and Tonks
stayed on the muggle platforms to make sure no-one followed through or attacked from behind. It
didn’t take long for Mrs Weasley and the 4 children to go through the entrance and appear on
Platform 9 ¾.

“Right, well don’t take long now, the train will be leaving very soon,” said Mrs Weasley to the 4
children.

“Yes mum,” said Ron seemingly annoyed as he’d done this 4 times before which would’ve been 5 if it
wasn’t for Dobby the House Elf.

“Come here, let me see you all before you leave,” said Mrs Weasley feeling slightly overwhelmed by
seeing 4 children she loved immensely leaving for another year at school. The 4 children all walked
up to Mrs Weasley, both Ginny and Hermione took the kiss and cuddle amicably whilst Harry and Ron
tried to shy away from it but were unable to stop Mrs Weasley planting a kiss and dragging them in
for a cuddle that seemed more like a bear hug than anything else.

“Don’t forget to write, and take care, don’t get into any trouble,” said Mrs Weasley quickly as all
four of the children climbed onto the train and waved goodbye to Mrs Weasley.


On the train Ginny ran off to the compartment which was housing Dean Thomas and a couple of 5th
year Gryffindor’s, she had said goodbye to the trio remaining and then quickly made her way out of
sight. Harry stood in the corridor of the train and knew exactly what was coming.

“Well Harry, we have to go and do our Prefect stuff,” said Ron unenthusiastically.

“We’re really sorry Harry, but we’ll come sit with you when it’s all done with,” said Hermione
dragging Ron down the train as Harry watched on and just shrugged.

“See you in a bit then,” said Harry as both Ron and Hermione made their way up to the front of the
train.

Harry walked a few metres down the train and looked through the small window on the door to each
compartment until he came across a compartment which seemed to have only one person inside. He
opened the sliding door to see a rugged looking wizard sat before him, the Wizard had short dark
hair with tinges of grey, his face was covered in grey stubble and his strong eyebrows overlooked a
long scar that snaked its way from his left eye to his mouth. His piercing green eyes turned to
look at Harry, his typical Adult attire, shifted with the body as the adult Wizard turned towards
Harry.

“Ummm, do you mind if I sit in this compartment?” asked Harry with a slight ounce of unease in his
voice.

“By all means please do,” replied the wizard gruffly with a deep and overpowering tone of
voice.

Harry sat himself down slowly and looked at the adult wizard for a moment, “So are you a new
Professor at Hogwarts?”

“Ahhh very perceptive, I am Xavier Tobias the new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher,” said
Xavier with a slight smile as he looked at over at Harry.

“Pleased to meet you Professor Tobias, I’m...”

“Harry Potter,” said Professor Tobias before Harry could finish his sentence, “I’m well aware of
your history Mr Potter, it is extremely well documented.”

Harry looked away slighted embarrassed, he should’ve realised that unless you’d lived under a rock
for the last 16 years then you would’ve known full well who ‘Harry Potter’ is and what he’d done.
It was impossible to hide from, he even had his own Chocolate Frog Trading Card, such was his
fame.

“But do not be alarmed, I am not one of the Ministry minions who believe that you’re a fake,” said
Professor Tobias assuredly.

“Oh, so did you work with the Ministry before you became the new Defence against the Dark Arts
teacher?” questioned Harry, his interest in Professor Tobias’ history shining through.

“In a manner of speaking I was loosely affiliated with the Ministry but I never had the pleasure of
working within the confines of the Ministry,” said Professor Tobias a twinkle appearing in his
green eyes.

“Oh, so what was your job?” said Harry.

“Well I’ll not lie to you Mr Potter, I was an Auror,” replied Professor Tobias, “However, I’ll
leave it at that I’m not obliged to tell you anymore.”

Harry knew why Professor Tobias could not tell him anymore, as it was obvious he had been hired by
Professor Dumbledore because he was an Auror and if he was to indulge further information it could
jeopardise the year ahead. Though, what Harry couldn’t figure out was why if Professor Tobias is an
Auror, why he was so detached from the Ministry; surely all Aurors are hired and employed by the
Ministry.


“So, Mr Potter, I’ve been wondering which House were you sorted into?” asked Professor Tobias
curiously.

“Which house?” said Harry confused at why a Professor would ask such a question.

“Of course, I too was a Hogwarts student and have been curious about which House you were sorted
into,” said Professor Tobias, “Its also a good line of conversation.”

“Oh right, well I’m a Gryffindor,” said Harry.

“Ahh, of course,” said Professor Tobias.

“Professor,”

“Yes, Mr Potter,”

“Which House were you sorted into,” asked Harry.

“Well, I was sorted as a Slytherin,” replied Professor Tobias, his eyes watching Harry to see what
his reaction is.

“A Slytherin, but you don’t look much like a Slytherin,” retorted Harry without thinking.

“Mr Potter, you’re not very smart now are you,” replied Professor Tobias with a wry grin, “not all
Slytherin students had pasty white complexions, and as much as you may think that we’re all ‘evil’
and conniving, it is not the case.”

“Oh, but wouldn’t you be sat with your Slytherin counterparts,” asked Harry again without
thinking.


“Well no, I was a Slytherin yes, but only because I had a want to always be successful, I did
not share their feelings about muggle-born wizards, I’m am merely a Wizard who does not judge
people by their bloodlines,” said Professor Tobias indignantly, “Mr Potter, if I was to be sorted
today, no doubt I wouldn’t be chosen as a Slytherin but unfortunately as you may be aware I am the
exception and not the rule.”

Harry nodded, “Professor Tobias, did you know Professor Snape?” he asked, clearly wanting to know
whether he would be able to have an influence on Snape.

“I can’t say that I did, though I am several years older than Severus Snape,” replied Professor
Tobias his mind deep in thought as he mulled over the thoughts of Professor Snape and whatever link
if any their may be between them, “having said that, he may indeed be familiar with me, my cousin
wasn’t exactly on best terms with him.”

Immediately the image of Sirius Black came to Harry’s mind, it was quite astonishing to find that
Professor Tobias was indeed related to Sirius Black. It was probably why he’d been employed, as an
Auror and relation to Sirius; he was probably a secret Order member of which Professor Dumbledore
never mentioned as he may be spying for them.

Suddenly Harry’s thoughts were squashed by the sound of Ron echoing through his head, “there you
are Harry,” said Ron from the doorway, his eyes scanning Ron and then glancing over to Professor
Tobias who seemed to ignore both of them.

“Good day Mr Potter, I have to see some of the other Professors,” said Professor Tobias as he got
from his seat, picked up a long black leather coat and put it on, he lowered his head in
acknowledgement of both Ron and Hermione and was gone.

“So who was that Harry?” asked Hermione in her usual inquisical way.

Harry waited for both Hermione and Ron to seat themselves, before telling them about Professor
Tobias. It didn’t take long for Harry to tell them everything he knew, because as far as it went he
didn’t know much. Ron was naturally wary of anything involving the use of Professor Tobias being a
Slytherin and Hermione had begun to deliberate over Professor Tobias being the older cousin of
Sirius Black or whoever it is considering Harry had made the assumption it was Sirius.

“But how do we know it is Sirius Black?” said Hermione almost rhetorically.

“But it has to be, it doesn’t make sense any other way,” replied Harry.

“Yeah, but he was a Slytherin and the rest of Sirius’ family were Slytherin’s, it has to be
Sirius,” said Ron feeling all smart.

“But, we don’t know that for sure,” said Hermione, “it could be anyone from Snape’s year, he wasn’t
exactly Mr Popular.”

“Well, for now I think it’s Sirius and until told otherwise it’ll stay that way,” said Harry trying
so hard to remove Sirius’ death from his mind but this like everything else kept it right there at
the front of his mind. However, he didn’t feel so bad knowing that there was another member of
Sirius’ family that wasn’t a Deatheater and seemed trustworthy. Although with Professor Tobias
being a Slytherin he wasn’t exactly thinking of him as completely trustworthy, he didn’t like to
admit it, but Harry was never certain of a Slytherin’s motivations.

“Anyway Harry, you’ll never guess what we saw?” said Ron grinning.

“Oh Ron, he doesn’t need to know?” interjected Hermione.

“Know what?” said Harry, obviously wanting to know now that Hermione said that he doesn’t.

“Pansy Parkinson was bossing Draco Malfoy about like he was her House-Elf,” said Ron now bursting
into laughter.

“What are you laughing at Weasley?” sneered Draco, his eyes peering at the trio.

“Oh fob off Malfoy,” replied Ron venomously.

“What’s the matter Weasley, tired of living like a peasant,” retorted Draco with a grin.

Ron immediately grasped his wand but Hermione looked at him firmly, “Put it away Ron, he’s not
worth it.”

“Oh yes, do listen to the Mudblood, you wouldn’t want to be hexed into next week, now would you?”
said Draco smiling at Hermione as if he was untouchable.

“Just try it Draco, you wouldn’t stand a chance against the three of us,” said Harry who was
concealing his wand.

“Potter! How dare you speak to me like that,” snarled Draco angrily, “my Father is in Azkaban
thanks to you, I’m going to get you back!”

“Oh bugger off Malfoy, you don’t want to end up with your Dad now do you?” said Ron with an added
confidence.

Draco didn’t respond instead he leaned forwards towards Harry and dragged his thumb across his neck
in the universal sign for ‘I’m going to get you’ and stormed off laughing.


“Why does he feel the need to barge in on us?” asked Ron rhetorically.

“Probably because...”

“Oh Hermione, I don’t want a lecture on why Malfoy is an idiot,” said Ron interrupting Hermione who
was about to begin a lengthy dissection of Draco’s motivation to constantly put the three of them
down.

The door to the compartment was opened again, this time instead of the bleach blonde Draco Malfoy,
Luna Lovegod and Neville Longbottom were stood in the doorway smiling and just generally looking
amicable.

“Room for two more,” joked Neville looking at the space left over with their only being 3 people in
the compartment.

“Hey you two,” said Harry smiling.

Both Luna and Neville sat down and everyone began to utter tales of their past summer and what
shenanigans they’d all got up to.

“I got a new wand,” said Neville exuberantly, “I got it as soon as i got home, i can’t wait to use
It.”

“So will you finally be able to do some spells properly?” asked Ron with a huge grin.

Hermione punched Ron on the arm as Neville just laughed and gave a big thumbs up to Ron, “well
Herbology doesn’t need a wand, so i should be fine.”

It was true that Herbology doesn’t need a wand and Neville strongest class was by far Herbology, so
fortunately if his wand didn’t help then he’d be no worse off than the years before.

“I spent the summer with my Dad,” said Luna leaping into the conversation, “I helped investigate
the story that a group of Lactosectan’s have been drowning mice.”

“Lactosectans!?” uttered Hermione sharply.

“Oh yes, they’re a rare breed of Magical cows from the Orkney Islands, Dad says they might’ve been
bred from Cows and Armadillos,” replied Luna glowing with her strange knowledge of all things
utterly ridiculous.

”I’m sure they are,” said Hermione sarcastically.


Luna ignored Hermione’s sarcastic rant and pulled out an edition of the Quibbler which had a
sketch of a large Cow-like creature with one single rippled horn, and claws instead of hoofs
plastered on the front cover, “That’s a Lactosectan; Dad says it’s very dangerous, the artist
almost got killed trying to sketch it.”

Hermione crossed her arms and stared out the window as the three boys chuckled and looked at the
picture enthusiastically.

”It doesn’t look very mean,” said Neville looking at the picture, “it’s smiling.”

”Yeah, dangerous creatures don’t smile, they growl and snarl,” said Harry.

”It’s not smiling, that’s how a Lactosectan looks,” replied Luna.

”Oh,” said Neville before turning his gaze towards the window. It was drizzling outside; the
windows peppered with tiny raindrops and the sky a light grey colour. Hermione hadn’t turned away
from the window since her sarcastic comment and everyone had wisely left her to it.

It didn’t take long for the group to find themselves under a deluge of sweets and chocolates, as
the Refreshments trolley had arrived not long after the mention of the Lactosectan. Naturally with
Harry in a good mood he treated everyone and bought out the trolley, which was a lot of sweets and
chocolate, obviously the lady who served them knew he’d probably buy her out and so brought
extra.

Ron went straight for the Chocolate Frogs, Harry stuck with some plain old fudge, Neville went for
some of ‘Mrs Delectable’s Delicious Drops of Honey’ a Honey based sucking sweet. Luna had some
biscuits and every flavour beans and Hermione well she grudgingly accepted some plain chocolate
from Harry and continued watching the outside world as she scoffed it down.

It didn’t take long for everyone to completely eat everything that Harry had purchased; Ron of
course managed to get himself a nice large pile of new cards, though he had most of them. He tried
trading them off to Neville, but Neville made the excuse that he didn’t collect the cards; Ron was
disappointed but figured he had the whole of Hogwarts to trade his new found selection.

Hermione however wasn’t watching through the window in anger or disgust but with a strange
intriguing gaze at the world passing by. “We’re not taking the normal route to Hogwarts,” said
Hermione still staring out the window.

”Excuse me?” said Harry turning to look out the window also.

”We’ve taken a different route,” said Hermione her finger now pressed against the window, “you see
that town over there?”

”Yea, what about it?” said Ron also intrigued and looking out the window.

”Well, we have never passed it before,” she said her eyes unrelenting in their analytical gaze of
the landscape.

”But Hermione there is only one route to Hogsmeade station,” said Luna quite surprisingly, she was
the last person anyone expected to dispute the strange change in route.

”Well, it is possible that the route could be changed if Professor Dumbledore wanted to ummm… keep
everyone safe,” said Neville sat looking at the compartment wall than out of the now crowded
window.

”But we’re prefects, we would’ve been told if they’d changed the route,” piped in Ron whose face
was pressed up against the glass of the window.

”Not necessarily Ron, if Dumbledore wanted to keep it secret, he wouldn’t tell anyone but the
Driver,” responded Hermione now turning away from the window and sitting back down.

”Or maybe the Driver doesn’t even know,” said Harry also seating himself again, “Professor
Dumbledore can make stranger things happen.”

”Well, whatever the reason, we’re not going to find out here, now are we?” said Luna acting very
serious.

”Lighten up Luna,” said Ron with a chuckle, “you look if someone has just told you the earth is
triangular.”

Everyone in the compartment but Luna laughed heartily at Ron's joke. Eventually Luna managed to
lighten up again and was talking in detail about the Quibbler and the many items of interest from
its most recent issues. These stories of interest managed to keep everyone amused until in the
middle of the dreary evening the Hogwarts Express finally stopped in Hogsmeade Station.

Harry leapt off the train and immediately he could see the large lumbering frame of Hagrid
directing the new 1st years into a large group from which he’d take them to the boats
and then across the lake. Harry quickly dragged his trunk and Hedwig in her cage over to
Hagrid.

”Hello Hagrid,” he said enthusiastically.

”Oh Hullo there Harry,” replied Hagrid in his gruff voice, “Did yeh have a good summer then?”

”It was great,” exclaimed Harry with a big grin, “I had a blast.”

”Tha’s good ter hear,” replied Hagrid leaning down towards the considerably smaller Harry, “those
Dursleys didn’t treat yeh bad, now did they?”

”Oh no, I spent the summer with the Weasleys in the Burrow,” replied Harry still grinning from ear
to ear.

”Of course, I knew tha’,” said Hagrid, his face red with embarrassment.

”So did you have a good summer?” asked Harry genuinely interested in what Hagrid did in the
summer.

”Oh, well I can’t tell yeh right now,” replied Hagrid looking at the 1st years, all
stood around and looking a bit shell-shocked, “I hav’ ter get these lot off to Hogwarts.”

”Ok, I’ll see you later Hagrid,” said Harry as Hagrid motioned the 1st years to the end
of the station with his arms.

”Take care Harry,” said Hagrid quickly before escorting the 1st years out of view.

”Just missed him,” exclaimed Ron from behind Harry, his face covered in sweat and his trunk slung
by his feet, “so how is Hagrid Harry?”

Harry turned towards Ron, “Well he’s good a lot better than last year,” he said with a smile.

”Well he should,” interjected Hermione, “he would’ve still been in the Mountains if this was last
year.”

”You really know how to bring the mood down, don’t you Hermione,” said Ron with a frown.

”Oh Ron, I was only being honest,” she said with the smallest of smiles, “anyway we best get to the
Thestral-drawn carriages; we don’t want to be late now do we?”

The three of them quickly took theirs things and made their way to the large collection of
Carriages. Most of the Carriages were already full and a selection of students that started jumping
in to the last few completely empty ones.

”Quick, let’s get the empty carriage over there,” said Hermione quickly.

The three of them were just quick enough to get the last completely empty carriage. They loaded
their trunks and cages and whatever else they’d brought along and got in. It wasn’t long until the
carriages started making their way up the long grassy knoll towards the castle… towards Hogwarts
for their 6th year.

***

I hope everyone likes this chapter; I enjoyed writing it as I always liked the Hogwarts Express
chapters when JK wrote them. Anyway I hope it’s enjoyable as whilst I’m strict on myself, I still
do enjoy my own work. Anyway things should start to pick-up again soon, with the lessons starting
and a lot more else, there’ll be plenty of actions, incidents and strange occurrences.







10. Endless Arguments
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*Chapter Ten: Endless Arguments
* The Great Hall of Hogwarts was coated in a warm and inviting shade of orange, it’s
ceiling filled with floating candles all burning in unison. The four grand tables that represented
the four houses of the school were filled with students. Their enthusiastic chattering and tales of
their summer adventures filled the air. Harry, Hermione and Ron sat near the front of the
Gryffindor table, beside them sat Neville and Seamus who were lost in the regaling of their summer
holidays.

The Staff table at the head of the room was headed by Professor Albus Dumbledore, the old and wise
headmaster of Hogwarts, to his right was the empty space of which Professor McGonagall filled,
Professor Snape, Professor Sprout and Rubeus Hagrid the large and loveable Care of Magical
Creatures Professor. To his left sat the new Defence against the Dark Arts Teacher Professor
Tobias, Madam Hooch, Professor Flitwick and Professor Trelawney.

Professor McGonagall was missing because it was her duty to meet the new first year students and
escort them into the Great Hall for the traditional Sorting ceremony. Of course the Great Hall was
ready for the ceremony, in the large space between the Staff Table which sat atop its smallish
perch and the Student tables was a single stool with the worn and dusty old Sorting Hat. Its age
clearly showing with it’s torn edges and worn fabric.

“Hurry up, I’m starving,” exclaimed Ron, his hand grasping at his stomach implying that if he
doesn’t eat soon he’ll collapse from starvation.

“You were sorted once,” said Hermione in response, “How would you like it if everyone wanted the
food first.”

“It would’ve been a whole lot better than sitting on that stool in front of the whole school,”
replied Ron, “Anyway they’re not even here yet, they’re probably still being led from the main
entrance by Professor McGonagall.”

“Oh Ron, you really should learn to grow-up,” said Hermione shaking her head as Harry just sat
chuckling, “and you too Harry, your no better than Ron.”

“What did I do?” said Harry defensively.

“You didn’t grow-up Harry,” said Ron mockingly with his finger wagging at Harry and a huge grin
etched across Ron’s face.

“Oh be quiet both of you, Professor McGonagall is here with the first years,” said Hermione her
attention now on the front of the hall.

Sure enough as Hermione had stated Professor McGonagall had arrived with a large bunch of
shell-shocked first years. Their faces white with fright, they slowly walked into the hall and
stopped in front of the 4 main tables and faced the Staff table. The Stool and Sorting Hat sat
directly in front of them, set in an intimidating blue light.

Suddenly the motionless Sorting Hat sprang to life and the rip near the brim of the hat opened wide
and the Hat burst into song:


*When it grew grim
In days of old
Where the darkest hour seemed at hand
It’d fall to the noble and bold,
To the clever and smart,
To the apt and cunning,
To the quiet and loyal,
All four Houses were involved,
All four Houses were entwined,
Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff,
Together they stood,
Divided they would fall
For we could take heed from their advice
It seems we face another crisis,
A war which consumes us all,
Our only hope,
Is to fight together,
Together we stand,
Together we succeed,
Divided we shall surely fall
In the hearts of us all,
Is the key
Listen to my words,
For I have seen it all,
Times of light,
Times of dark,
Times of hope,
Stand together Hogwarts,
As it once was
And let the sorting begin.*

The hat fell silent as the students watched on for a moment before erupting with tumultuous
applause. Rows upon rows of children stood and applauded the song from the sorting Hat, its words
barely having echoed throughout the Great Hall. After several minutes the ovation finally died down
as Professor McGonagall stood in front of everyone clutching a parchment of names.

The crowd watched on with bated breath as one by one the new first years were sorted into their
houses. With every student came a loud roar of approval from the house of which he or she had been
sorted into. It didn’t take long for every single student to be sorted, their young innocent souls
being overwhelmed by the support and cheers that rained down on them.

At last there remained just one more First year, a young small boy with short brown hair, a gawkish
expression of wonderment and worry and a strange pair of spectacles that seemed to stick to his
brow. He looked around at the students waiting patiently for him to be sorted and for the feast to
begin.


“Wood, Richard E,” said Professor McGonagall loudly.

The whole of Gryffindor seemed to buzz as his name was called out; no one knew that Oliver Wood the
former Keeper and Team Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team had a brother. But they all were
expectantly waiting for the Sorting Hat to shout Gryffindor through the room as being a Wood he
couldn’t be placed anywhere else.

Little Richard Wood walked forward from his place and sat upon the stool nervously, his head was
quickly hidden from view as Professor McGonagall lowered the sorting hat onto his head. The Sorting
Hat moved and writhed on Richard’s head, seemingly taking forever to decide upon Richard’s House
before finally pausing and then shouting ‘SLYTHERIN!’ The Gryffindor house groaned in sheer shock
as the Slytherin House table erupted in a chorus of cheers. Richard Wood climbed back off the stool
and almost arrogantly walked over to the Slytherin table and sat himself down as he was mobbed from
all sides.

“How did they get Oliver Wood’s brother?” exclaimed Ron bitterly, “he should be a Gryffindor like
his Brother.”

“How do we even know that he’s Oliver’s Brother?” responded Hermione in her typical smart manner,
“Wood is a very popular surname.”

Harry didn’t involve himself in the conversation and instead hushed the two of them as Professor
Dumbledore rose from his seat at the head of the staff table. Professor Dumbledore surveyed the
students before him and let slip a minute smile, “Let the feast begin!”

In a blink of an eye the tables filled with food, bowls, of mashed potatoes, peas, chicken,
carrots, roast potatoes and a lot more appeared before the hungry students. Before you could even
say ‘what a feast’ everyone was tucking into the food with unrestricted glee.

“It’s about time,” proclaimed Ron as he shovelled Potato onto his plate and then piled on loads of
bacon and sausages.

No one replied to Ron, instead Harry and Hermione began filling their plates with food albeit not
as enthusiastically as Ron but they did still have quite large helpings of everything. The whole
room was awash with sounds of cutlery and plates clashing, goblets being slammed on the table and
food generally being eaten. After about half an hour, when all the food had been ruthlessly
swallowed up, the tables were magically cleared and Professor Dumbledore rose from his seat once
more.

“Ahhh now that you have all enjoyed the magnificent feast I have a few notices to read out,” said
Professor Dumbledore with an inviting smile, “For the New Students and some of the more reckless
ones, the Forest in the grounds is out-of-bounds to all students. As much as your curiosities may
be overwhelming, there are creatures in the Forest that would not hesitate in having you for
dinner.”

Harry, Ron and Hermione let out guffaws as they knew exactly what would greet any wayward students
who decided to enter the forest, of course that didn’t stop them entering, but what would?

“Argus Filch our caretaker has reminded me that Magic is not to be performed outside of classes, he
also has a list of outlawed items which is inside his office,” Dumbledore turned towards Argus who
was stood in the Great Hall doorway looking as miserable as ever. “We also have some good news for
all those students that were unduly punished by the former Headmistress Mrs Umbridge, all of her
former laws and regulations, punishments and such have been deemed null and void.”

A huge smile gripped Harry the letter he’d received from Professor Dumbledore had cheered him up
but hearing it in person was the icing on the cake. Of course professor Dumbledore didn’t say it
directly, but Harry knew exactly what he meant.

“I am also very pleased to announce that we have a brand new Defence against the Dark Arts Teacher
in Professor Tobias, who has taken time out of his busy schedule to be here this year,” said
professor Dumbledore as he pointed over at professor Tobias who stood up and took the gentle
applause that greeted him humbly and with the wave of his right hand. “I have no further notices to
be said, so you may all now leave to your common rooms.”

The students all applauded Professor Dumbledore generously before the room began to empty swiftly.
“Do we have to escort the midgets again this year?” said Ron getting up from his seat.

“No, not this year, that’s been left to Colin Creevey and your sister Ginny,” said Hermione already
stood up and motioning towards the Entrance to the great staircases that led up to Gryffindor
Tower.

“Good, so we can just go straight to the Common Room then?” replied Ron looking anxious.

“Of course we can Ron, not unless you have some late night shopping to do?” said Harry with a
smirk.

Ron glared at Harry for a moment before turning and following Hermione out of the Great hall.
Hermione was walking at the head of the trio as they turned around a corner and onto the main
stairs that led up to their Common Room.

“So Harry, when will be the first Quidditch practice?” asked Ron exuberantly, his want to get
started shining through.

“Oh Ron, Harry’s probably not even thought about it yet,” said Hermione interrupting Harry who was
about to respond.

Hermione of course was right, whilst Harry had thought about being Quidditch captain, he hadn’t yet
thought about practices or even filling in the empty spaces in the team. His thoughts were still
dominated by Sirius’ death, but it wasn’t as bad as it had been. His mind was still a dangerous
minefield, with all that had happened this summer with Mad-Eye’s kidnapping, the stranger he’d met
in the Leaky Cauldron and the knowledge of the Prophecy his mind was not exactly rosy.

“Oh, well you better get one sorted fast Harry, Slytherin will likely have one sorted for
tomorrow,” said Ron obviously hoping to be Harry’s right hand man.

“Yeah, I’ll give it a think later,” replied Harry clearly not paying attention.

As they turned another set of stairs, the trio were greeted by a grinning Dean Thomas who was stood
waiting for them. The trio slowed up as they came within a few feet of him.


“Hey Harry, how was your summer?” asked Dean as Ron stared at him disapprovingly, his dislike
clearly being because Dean was still going out with his sister Ginny.

“It was alright,” said Harry trying to make his summer a non-issue.

“That’s great,” replied Dean obviously using the Holiday question as a means of starting the
conversation, “Anyway I was wondering if you were going to continue the Defence Association this
year?”

Immediately both Ron and Hermione lit up in anticipation as whilst during the summer it was a non
issue, it was now the school year and they both want it to continue. Harry looked at them both and
then turned to dean who was bouncing up and down on his feet with excitement.

“Well, I haven’t thought about it, but I don’t see why not,” he said also wanting to continue it
on, he’d enjoyed teaching everyone last year and would love to do it again this year.

“That’s great,” said Dean before shooting off. Dean was gone far too quickly for Harry or the other
two to say goodbye.

“We’ll have to organise a meeting this week and find out who is still interested in the Defence
Association and when the next session will be,” said Hermione.

“You can sort that out Hermione, Harry and I have a Quidditch meeting to organise,” replied Ron
obviously not wanting the D.A to take precedence over the Quidditch team.

“You better not think I’m doing it alone, you two are just as responsible for this group as I am,”
retorted Hermione bitterly.

The trio ascended the final staircase and stood in front of the Fat Lady portrait that allowed
access to the Gryffindor Common Room for all those that said the correct password. ‘Chocolate
Sundae’ said Hermione quickly. The portrait nodded in approval and opened to reveal the doorway to
the Gryffindor Common Room. All three of them climbed through and into the Common Room.

The Common Room was filled with students, chatting and talking amongst themselves they ignored the
presence of Harry, Hermione and Ron. The seats surrounding the burning fireplace were naturally
taken, so the three of them were resigned to seating themselves in a quiet corner, which seemed
cold and poorly lit. Although none of them could really care, they just wanted to sit down and
continue their conversation.

“So Harry when do you want to have the first Quidditch meeting?” asked Ron clearly trying to get
Harry setting a date for the Quidditch before setting a date for the D.A.

“You can organise that at any time this week Ron,” said Hermione trying to prevent Ron from ousting
the D.A from the conversation, “the Defence Association is clearly more important.”

“Really?” said Ron sardonically.

“Yes, really, Quidditch is just a pointless game, the D.A could save our lives,” said Hermione
strongly.

“A pointless game!?” retorted Ron vehemently, “Quidditch isn’t pointless, it entertains people, the
world needs entertaining you know.”

Harry didn’t want to get involved in the conversation, it was bad enough as it is that his two
friends were arguing, but the fact they were arguing over two things that were his responsibility
and not theirs was even worse. It didn’t help that he one responsibility that was even more
important than the both of them combined; vanquishing The Dark lord Voldemort. Whilst both Hermione
and Ron realised that Harry was under a great amount of pressure and was dealing with things that
they couldn’t even comprehend, they didn’t know that he knew something that would scare the life
out of both of them.

“Well, entertain them then, but unless we start the D.A back up quickly, we could lose time in
preparing for the war with Voldemort,” replied Hermione.

“What good is Harry teaching everyone to defend himself when they’re no match for the Deatheaters,”
said Ron trying so hard to make Quidditch seem more important, though deep down he knew otherwise,
he was just too stubborn to show it.

“Don’t be so stupid Ron,” said Hermione bitingly, “It doesn’t just help everyone else when Harry
teaches them, it helps him too.”

“But Quidditch doesn’t get the aid of Defence against the Dark arts lessons, now does it?”
responded Ron a certain smugness falling over him.

“But what about those who aren’t doing Defence against the Dark Arts this year?” responded Hermione
clearly not about to lose to Ron in a battle of wits.

“What the two people that didn’t take the Defence Association last year?” said Ron quickly,
“everyone that were in the Defence Association passed Defence against the Dark Arts last year, even
with stupid Umbridge trying to unteach us.”

“But Ron, you don’t have to prepare for wars in Quidditch, it’s only a game,” said Hermione almost
pleading with Ron, “anyway you haven’t even got a full team.”

“Which is exactly why we need to sort this out...”

“BE QUIET, BOTH OF YOU!!” roared Harry suddenly, cutting out Ron who looked at him confused,
Hermione was taken aback with shock as Harry sat his head pounding. “Why are you arguing? What does
it matter? It’s only a couple of meetings, it’s not a matter of life or death... it doesn’t
matter.”

“But Harry, we’re only trying to...”

“Help? Is that it Hermione, your only trying to help? Well your not helping are you?” said Harry
calmer than his outburst but still seething inside. “I don’t need you two arguing over what meeting
should come first, I have too much to deal with... like the Prophecy.” Immediately Harry fell
silent, he knew he’d just opened a whole can or worms he hadn’t hoped he would for a while
yet.

“What prophecy?” asked Ron inquisitively.

Harry leaned back in his seat and knew that he’d have to tell them now, it wouldn’t work if he
tried to ward them off with excuses, he’d let the cat out of the bag. “Oh I might as well tell
you,” said Harry lowering his volume so that no-one else in the common Room would hear him. His
outburst had caused a few people to pause momentarily to look in his direction and the dormitories
weren’t safe as anyone could walk in there and listen in.

“Take your time Harry,” said Hermione softly.

Harry slowly but surely began to tell them about his meeting with Professor Dumbledore last June,
about the Prophecy and everything that Professor Dumbledore had told them. Neither Hermione nor Ron
said a word; they just sat patiently listening to every single word that Harry said. It took almost
an hour for Harry to get through it all, this wasn’t due to the sheer amount of information but due
the hardship he had in physically talking about the Prophecy.

Neither Hermione or Ron were quick to say anything as soon as Harry had finished telling them
everything, they just sat aghast as it dawned on them that Harry was the one that would have to
kill the Dark Lord.

“But it could be Neville though?” said Ron first, “Dumbledore said he could’ve been the
‘One’.”

“But Neville wasn’t marked the Dark Lord’s equal,” responded Hermione.

“But the Prophecy might be slightly wrong, no-one has ever said Prophecies are always correct,”
responded Ron trying to alleviate some of Harry’s burden.

“That is true, but if that was so then Harry would’ve die when You-Know-Who fired the Avada Kadavra
curse at him,” responded Hermione clearly not trying to ruin Ron’s attempts but merely acting as a
cool head.


Harry turned away from Ron and Hermione as he noticed Neville getting up from his seat rather
quickly and almost sprinting up the stairs to the dormitories. However before Neville had exited,
Harry caught a glimpse of a strange stare that Neville was giving him, one that seemed to signify
fear, worry and vindication in one expression.

Harry couldn’t explain why he turned to look at Neville, he knew that it wasn’t because he was
eavesdropping; he was far too far away to hear anything and if he could lip-read, he wouldn’t have
got much as all three of them were covered by shadows. Harry didn’t feel the need to say anything
to the other two who were busy dissecting the Prophecy and trying to figure out what it all
meant.

“But why did Dumbledore take so long to tell you Harry,” said Hermione, “It doesn’t make any sense,
holding onto to it for so long would only hurt you.”

“He told Harry why, he didn’t think he was ready for it yet,” responded Ron.

“No,” said Harry butting in, “there is something else, I can’t put my finger on it but there is
something else, something that is worrying him.”

“What do you think it is?” said Ron.

“I don’t know, I really don’t know,” said Harry now looking around the Common Room which was
emptying quickly.

The three of them talked for another hour before finally departing for bed. Harry and Ron trudged
up the short stair case to the 6th year Boy’s dormitory and entered the eerily quiet dormitory and
went off to each others beds. They said the typical good nights and both disappeared behind the
curtains of theirs beds and lay their heads to sleep.

Harry could hear Ron fall off to sleep quickly, he was quiet and then every so often a random
phrase would rupture the air around his bed. It didn’t bother Harry; he’d known Ron for so long
that it became a nice novelty that seemed to help Harry fall asleep. However tonight Harry would
need all the help he could muster. It was tough trying to close yours eyes when thoughts of facing
Voldemort permeated your head, it became increasingly worse as Voldemort seemed to taunt Harry,
taunting him about his parents, Sirius and everything else that Harry had caused directly or
indirectly.

Of course this wasn’t a nightmare of Voldemort invading his dreams, this was Harry’s mind dealing
with all the pain and anguish Harry had felt, this was his mind’s way of reminding him about
everything. It wasn’t pretty and Harry would never wish for anyone else to ever be subjected to
these thoughts of unimaginable pain and darkness... This was the downside to all of his ‘fame’ this
was his life, this was Harry Potter ‘the Boy who lived’. A boy borne through a life of never-ending
peril and danger, a boy borne through the hopes of the world and yet he felt neither hopeful or
remotely special, he felt cursed. If it wasn’t for his friends and everyone that helped him, Harry
wondered if he would even be living today.

***

*A cold deathly mist gripped the lifeless Countryside of North Hertfordshire, it’s once idyllic
surroundings now encapsulated in a dark abyss of which seemed no escape. A forceful wind blew the
mist through the small Village of Hinxworth it’s ever increasing size sifted through the gardens of
the Tudor style Houses, their white and black décor quickly becoming almost indecipherable as the
black night pulled them into it’s grasp.

Footsteps could be heard from the distance, the steps were methodical and well spaced, coming from
a figure that seemed to enjoy savouring every step as if he hadn’t walked for years. Louder and
louder they grew as the figure seemed to appear from out of the dark void of the world around them.
The figure was adorned in a long swaying black silky cloak, which wavered with every step and was
engulfed by the stern wind.

The over-sized hood hid the figure’s head, leaving just a black hole that would show the pearly
whites of the figure’s eyes whenever the weak light there was managed to break the shadows that
consumed him. The figure finally stopped outside of a small cottage that had long since been
abandoned, its windows were boarded up with old rotten pieces of wood that had spent far too many
years at the mercy of the elements.

The figure turned to the doorway to the house and with the flick of his wrist the door slammed open
violently, its hinges almost buckling under the sheer force. Without a single moment’s hesitation
the figure walked slowly through the doorway and into the dilapidated house.

The inside of the house was even worse than the outside, it’s wall were stripped of all wallpaper
or paint leaving a beige coloured rough surface that was cracked and in some places had holes which
went all the way through. The floors were just as bare with the rotting floorboards either wet or
broken from neglect or most likely termites.

The figure walked through to what would once had been the lounge, it was like the rest of the
house; ruined from neglect and abuse. A large fireplace sat at the other end of the room, it’s
metal framework rusted through, the walls that held it cracked immeasurably .Surprisingly it housed
a burning fire, the orange flames flickering quickly as it let of a shallow orange glow that lit
the room enough so that a 2nd person could be seen tied up in the corner adjacent to the
fire.

That person was Harry Potter; his body was laced with cuts and bruises, his face covered in dirt
and the smears of dried tears. His glasses bent and cracked. It was evident that he’d been here for
quite a while; his arms had dried crusted blood that had seeped from the wounds of the ropes that
tightly tied him. He was a far cry from the exuberant young boy that uses to frolic and play with
his friends at Hogwarts, the enthusiastic student that would joke and laugh during lessons and the
boy that had held all hope for the Wizarding World.

The cloaked figure walked towards Harry and lowered his hood to reveal himself as the malevolent
Dark Lord Voldemort; his cold heartless eyes stared at Harry’s prone body as a wry grin escaped
from his mouth. He lowered his body so that his head was at the same height as Harry’s.

”Oh how the mighty have fallen,” he said smirking, “the great Saviour of the Wizarding World is
tied up and at my mercy, oh I couldn’t have wished for a better present.”

Harry looked into Voldemort’s emotionless eyes and spat at him, “You better kill me now,” he said
courageously.

”Oh my dear boy, I wouldn’t dream of killing you yet,” replied Voldemort unaffected by Harry’s
valiant effort to defy him, “You have much to tell me.”

Harry turned his gaze away from Voldemort who had moved to within inches of Harry, his cold and
unrelenting breath causing the hairs on Harry’s arms to stand on end. Harry felt his stomach wrench
as Voldemort smelt Harry’s pain and then laughed loudly.

”Tell me Harry, what was it like to be my eyes, what was it like to betray Albus Dumbledore without
even knowing?” asked Voldemort with a sadistic tone.

Harry just closed his eyes and tried to ignore Voldemort’s piercing words, “Oh you can try and hide
from the fact that it was you that ended their plight, you can try and escape it, but you can’t, it
will live with you for the last remaining moments of your pointless existence.”

”It was through you that I learnt about everything, the Prophecy, Dumbledore’s plans, your pathetic
Army,” said Voldemort his hand reaching towards Harry’s face, “LOOK AT ME!!” roared Voldemort, his
hand now grasped upon Harry’s chin, squeezing it tightly before turning Harry’s face towards
Voldemort’s.

Harry struggled to turn away again but he was too weak for Voldemort, who was enjoying watching
Harry squirming, “I’ve always wondered why when the whole world fears me that you do not, I’ve
spent hours in your head trying to find an answer but with no success, enlighten me Harry,
enlighten me on why you do not fear the great Lord Voldemort.”

Harry looked Voldemort straight in the eyes and then without struggling calmed himself down, “What
is there to fear from a Wizard who tries to destroy all muggle-born and half-bloods when he himself
is a half-blood, you’re just like the rest of them… A…”

”ENOUGH!!” shouted Voldemort, his hand squeezing Harry’s jaw so tightly that Harry’s mouth seemed
to shut almost immediately. “I have had enough of your pestilence, your lies and of your devotion
to the true enemy on Wizard-kind Albus Dumbledore. You shall suffer for an eternity.”

Voldemort released Harry and then stepped back into the far-end of the room, into the shadows as
the fire suddenly stopped burning as the room seemed to get excruciatingly cold. Harry’s breath
turned into a white vapour as it suddenly dawned on Harry that his worst nightmare was going to
take him. Stood floating in the doorway were three large Dementors, their black cloaks swaying
slowly as they approached Harry. Their spindly hands outreached, thoughts of Albus Dumbledore being
killed in cold blood, his mother’s death rushed through Harry’s head. He felt like he was being
consumed by his worst nightmares, each one becoming more vivid and unrelenting.

Then it happened, the central Dementor swooped and before Harry could move, cold skeleton like lips
clasped onto his and Harry felt his life rush from out of him. Every memory seemed to leave him as
the Dementor continued to kiss him and then black.
* Harry awoke sharply, he was drenched in sweat and the images of his nightmare,
hallucination or whatever seemed to stay with him. It was so vivid, so realistic that Harry was
sure it was happening and then it hit him, “He knows.”

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