Chapter six: Tom Riddle's Graveyard
"Harry, I was just waiting here for you to leave. What did Professor Dumbledore want?" asked Hermione.
"You'll never guess what. Dumbledore said that he would train me to duel like him! This is going to be great." Answered Harry enthusiastically.
Harry and Hermione chatted animatedly about duelling like Dumbledore all the way to the common room, where they were met with a sight the both shocked and surprised them. All through the room were the members of the DA, and some new people, which Harry had never met, looking at Harry expectantly.
"What are you all doing here?" asked Harry, pondering the answer.
"Well, we're here because Professor Dumbledore summoned us here. He didn't say why, but he said it was important." Answered Neville.
"I will tell you why you are here." Said a clam voice from behind them, "All 4th years and above have been summoned here, (The Slytherin house has been corrupted by the dark lord, so cannot be with us at all.) To learn how to do advanced duelling. Harry will be learning a much more advanced form of duelling, from me. From now on you are all members of the group 'Dumbledore's Army' as named last year by those who participated in it. You will be sleeping in your normal dormitories until the start of term. Your things have already been transported here and parents have been notified. Any questions will be answered in time."
With this, Dumbledore left. Everyone began talking about the excitement of learning advanced duelling, and fear of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. But Ron's voice could be heard above all others.
"Why is it that you get to learn more advanced duelling. What are, you special? It's not like you're going to fight You-know-who all by yourself." Screamed Ron.
"Actually Ron, I do." Began Harry," Remember the prophecy from last year? Trelawney made the prophecy to Dumbledore. I saw it through his pensieve last year. It goes:
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the 7th month dies... and the dark lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the dark lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the 7th month dies..." finished Harry.
Ron had a look of absolute horror on his face, while Hermione had tears in her eyes right before she passed out.
"Hermione, are you alright?" Asked Harry, as he shook Hermione awake.
"What? What?" She asked in confusion as she woke up," Harry? What...Oh no ...You have to kill Voldemort. That can't be right. M-Maybe Trelawney made a mistake. HARRY YOU CAN'T FIGHT HIM!" Screamed Hermione as she balled her eyes out.
"Sorry mate... I had no idea." Said Ron, still with a look a terror plastered on his face.
"Yeah... well. It's the price paid for being me. Things always happen to me. Why can't I have a normal life?" asked Harry starting to develop tears of his own.
"Hermione, I think I'll let you handle this." Said Ron before leaving to go and talk to Seamus and Dean.
"Harry, don't worry about any of this. When the time comes, you'll be ready, and Rom and I will be right there with you." Said Hermione reassuringly.
"Thanks 'Mione. I really needed that. But what a really need is a kiss." Said Harry exuberantly.
Harry and Hermione departed the common room to go and find a nice broom cupboard, unaware of the pair of blue eyes behind half moon spectacles watching them leave. Dumbledore thought Harry was very lucky to have Hermione by his side.
Over the next few days, lessons were replaced with training sessions full of duelling, physical combat and battle strategy classes. Lessons would resume once term started, but after dinner fourth years and above would continue training, until the faithful battle arrived.
Harry, Hermione and Ron managed to stay ahead of their entire year in the defence training, and without the distraction of Malfoy, living at the school with all fourth years was turning out to be pretty fun. Harry and Hermione's relationship was blossoming well. They were simply enjoying just being with each other, and the snog sessions were great.
But it all had to end soon. The start of term was approaching and each group of students had to go and get their supplies. One week before the start of term, the fourth years went with their house teachers to buy their supplies. The next day, the fifth years went and so on. On the third day Harry, Hermione and Ron shared a portkey that would take them to Diagon Alley. After waiting for a couple of minutes the felt the pull from behind the navel and were on their way to Diagon Alley.
As Harry landed, he stumbled, but managed to keep his balance. Harry looked at his surroundings as his breath caught in his throat at where he was. Tom Riddle's Graveyard...
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. I had a writer's block and I was waiting for a beta. No one came (sigh) so I posted it after I came up with my idea. I hope you like it! Read and Review!! :P
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter... No matter how I hard I wish.
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