Harry Potter and the Art of War by hphg_fan

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Action & Adventure
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 31/01/2005
Last Updated: 05/09/2005
Status: In Progress

Harry starts his Sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Between the second
war starting and realizing his feelings for Hermione, this just might be one interesting year...
***My first story on Portkey. Please READ AND REVIEW!!!! ***




1. A Grievous End to the Dursleys
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Chapter one: a grievous end to the Dursleys

It was a normal day at number four Privet Drive, with Harry Potter, a not so normal boy basking
under the sun. His appearance was as out of the ordinary as most of his life, he has uncontrollable
jet-black hair with emerald green eyes and an unusual scar on his forehead in the shape of a
lightning bolt. This scar was no ordinary scar. The most evil wizard in a century gave it to Harry,
Lord Voldemort.

Harry was deep into thought of his godfather, who had passed away no less then two months ago.
His godfather Sirius Black and him shared a bond much like a father and son would.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

Harry sat bolt upright wondering why on earth aunt Petunia was screaming. He got up and pulled
out his wand just in case. When he entered the living room he saw non-other than the Death Eaters
Bellatrix Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy, standing over the dead bodies of his Aunt, Uncle and Cousin.
The fireplace, once electric, was now a gas-heated fireplace with flames glowing emerald green.

“Malfoy? But I thought you were in Azkaban?” spat Harry.

Lucius Malfoy gave an annoying laugh followed by his drawling voice, a family trait, “With the
Dementors out of ministry control, it was quite easy to escape and return to our master, and now he
has sent us to destroy you and these filthy muggles.”

“But there are wards around the house, and the floo network is being monitored, so how did you
get in? The only way you could of brought down the is with the help of Dumbledore. And I doubt you
could catch

him.”

“Stupid boy,” screeched Lestrange now standing in front of the group,” Dumbledore was easily
captured by my master, he learned first hand not to mess with our lord and his followers. He has
been placed under the Imperious curse and after helping us take down the wards around this house is
awaiting a painful but certain death from none-other than the dark lord himself.”

Harry could feel tears prickling at the back of his eyes, but fought to keep them back so as not
to show weakness. He raised his wand but was stopped by an explosion coming from behind him.
Nymphadora Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Remus Lupin came rushing into the living room with their
wands raised.

Tonks and Shacklebolt immediately started duelling with Malfoy and Lestrange, while Lupin walked
over to Harry. Thank god they arrived. I wonder how Dumbledore is? Thought Harry.

“Are you alright Harry?” said Remus as he dodged a miss-fired hex from

Lestrange, ”Sorry we're late, but we had to find Professor Dumbledore. Come on let's get
out of here.” He handed Harry an old towel and counted to three:

Harry felt the familiar tug from just behind his navel and went flying in a swirl of colour and
howling wind and landed with a thud on the grimy floor of

Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.

As Harry got up he heard the rumbling of 4 sets of feet rushing into the drawing room where he
had landed. The door opened and in walked Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley and their
mother Molly Weasley. Harry's eyes were glued to Hermione as she ran in and hugged him hard
enough to give Molly a run for her money. Hermione had grown into a beautiful woman over the years.
Her once bushy brown hair now flowed gently down her back and the front into corkscrew curls now
framed her face. Ron, now a good head bigger than Harry, helped him onto his feet where he was
embraced crushingly by everyone in the room,” Can't … Breathe...” Gasped Harry.

“Oh sorry Harry dear, we didn't mean to crush you like that,” said Mrs Weasley motherly.”
I'll leave you four be then, while I go get lunch ready.” And she left the room.

“We really missed you Harry, when we heard what happened, we tried to help but they wouldn't
let us.” Said Hermione.

“Yeah mate, you really had us worried there.” Added Ron.

“It's okay guys, I just need a bit of rest, okay. I'll be out soon.” Said Harry.

They all nodded, said their goodbyes and left including Harry so he could go up to his and
Ron's room and get some sleep. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

*******

Harry opened his eyes and reached for his glasses. When he had them on he remembered the events
of the previous day. He got up and left the room. It was well into the afternoon, so he looked for
Ron and Hermione. He checked the drawing room and downstairs but couldn't find them, so he
decided to check in Buckbeak's room. He opened the door and looked around the room. He found
Ron and Hermione on the ground, locked in a passionate kiss. Harry was shocked and outraged at this
but mostly saddened, he had been harbouring a crush on Hermione since the third year but she was
obviously now with Ron. Ron and Hermione broke their kiss and looked at Harry. Harry ran straight
from the room crying, ignoring their yells and pleas for him to stop.

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2. The First Battle
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Chapter two: The First Battle

“Harry? Harry? Open the door!! Please, we want to ta-“ started Hermione.

“SHUT UP AND PISS OFF!” screamed Harry in despair.

Hermione stared blankly at the closed door of her secret crush, wondering to herself, why he was
acting so funny about Ron and Hermione talking about their feelings. *Wait a minute he walked in
when Ron tried to kiss me. He must think- OOOOHHHHH great Merlin. That's disgusting- Hey he
looked heart-broken. That must mean- NAH, couldn't be. There's no way he could like me that
way.* Hermione thought. *It's just wishful thinking.*

Hermione walks into Ron as she turns around, “Any luck yet?” Asked Ron.

“No, and it's your fault he's like this you self-centred perv!!” spat Hermione and she
slapped Ron, knocking the spit out of him.

Ron looked absolutely shocked that Hermione had slapped him. It took him awhile to regain his
senses but when he was ready he asked, “Why is it my fault, and why did you slap me?”

“Because you git, you kissed me making him think that- eeewwwww.” Just thinking about dating Ron
sent shivers up her spine, “well you know what I mean, and that made him feel left out. And
you're a perv because you- you- kissed me. Ew EW EW ew.”

“Am I that bad at kissing or is it that you don't like me that way?” asked Ron looking
absolutely crestfallen.

Hermione laughed at the question, “Ron, your not a bad kisser it's just I don't like you
the way you like me, I used to. But I'm way over that crush now.”

Ron looked a bit better at this and just said he would try and talk to Harry about what's
going on. He opened the door with out even knocking, where as Hermione will not enter a room
without the occupants' permission to do so.

An hour or so later Ron and slightly flushed Harry emerged from the room, Ron with a black eye,
swollen lip and cradling sore ribs.

“What happened in there? You two haven't been fighting have you?” asked Hermione in her
I'm-a-prefect-so-answer-now tone.

“Of-course not! Harry was just merely expressing how much he hated the idea of us dating. But he
stopped once I told him we're not, and that you would never want to.” Ron choked out through
his swollen lip. Harry just rolled his eyes and said, “Sorry about being a complete git `Mione. I
guess I was just feeling a little left out, but now that I know you're not dating, I'm
fine!”

“Great, well Mrs. Weasley wants to talk to us downstairs! I wonder what she wants to talk to us
about? Oh hold on,” she waved her wad and healed Ron up,” there we go.”

So they made their way downstairs and found Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen waiting for them at the
table.

“Well I see you finally decided to join me, I called for you more then an hour ago! What took
you so long to go down some stairs?” asked Mrs. Weasley irritably.

“Sorry Mrs. Weasley, we had some…er… personal problems to deal with.” Replied Hermione
hastily.

Mrs. Weasley looked at looked at each of them intensely to see if there was any disagreement
amongst them. “Okay, but make sure you're here earlier next time, this is some serious business
this is. When Professor Dumbledore was under the imperious curse he revealed some very secret
information to You-Know-Who and the Dark Lord could try and use that against us. So we've
called you down here to move you to a safer location.” Mrs. Weasley recited grimly. The golden trio
were completely shocked by this. There could be an attack at any moment.

“But Mrs. Weasley, isn't there a way for us to help out? I want to fight!” asked Harry
breaking the awkward silence.

“You'll get your chance now. Voldemort and the death Eaters are here.”

Everyone turned their heads to see the speaker and was shocked to see Albus Dumbledore standing
in the doorway looking serious.

“Harry, Ron, Hermione, you'll all get your chance to fight, go get ready, I'll assemble
the order.” Said Dumbledore, pulling out a mirror, much like the one that Sirius had given Harry.
Almost as if reading his mind, Dumbledore said, “Yes Harry these are based on the mirrors that the
marauders used back at Hogwarts. Remus gave me the idea to recreate the mirrors for use with the
order, and if you repair the one that Sirius gave you, you will be able to contact us at any time.
Now go get ready.”

Harry, Hermione and Ron went upstairs and looked out the window and were completely shocked at
what they saw. Surrounding the house were Hundreds of Death Eaters with the bodies of the dead
muggles everywhere. When they went downstairs they saw everyone they knew that was in the order of
the phoenix getting ready to go out to fight, and there were people they've never met before
with them.

All of a sudden they heard a high-pitched voice from outside "Dumbledore, we want you and
Potter to get out here and face us; failure to do this will result in the death of you and all your
friends. Reply now!” with that Dumbledore raised his wand to his throat and muttered
“*Sonorus”* “ Tom we will not allow you to fight us and win. But we will not come out and face
you. Give up now, or suffer the consequences.”

Dumbledore undid the spell and said, “It looks like we'll have to fight, but I know for sure
that if we run out there we'll be killed before we can raise our wands. But fortunately, I know
a way to get out there unnoticed. Harry, I believe you have an invisibility cloak we could
use.”

“Yes sir, but the cloak is way to small to cover us all up.” Replied Harry.

“Harry, go get the cloak and I'll show you a trick.” Said Dumbledore.

When Harry returned Dumbledore took the cloak and transfigured it to make it bigger. It could
now successfully cover them all. Wasting no time, Dumbledore threw the cloak over everyone in the
room, except for Ginny and Tonks.

“Tonks, you stay here and make sure Ginny stays safe. Everyone else, grab hold of this portkey
and we'll appear right behind Voldemort's ranks, and surprise them.” Said Dumbledore calmly
as he pulled out an old sock from his pocket. Everyone reached in to grab it, but there were too
many people, so Dumbledore pulled out another 3 socks and muttered “*portus”* over each of
them, and they all glowed blue. The order split into four groups and each grabbed hold of one of
four socks. They were thrown forward into swirling colour and howling wind and landed behind
Voldemort and his Death Eaters, who didn't seem to notice anything and were listening to
Voldemort's speech on showing no mercy. Boy, were they in for a tough fight…

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3. The Kiss
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Chapter three: The Kiss

Disclaimer: Now I've forgotten to do this in the previous chapters, so I'll do it now, I
do not own Harry potter. But I would like to thank J.K Rowling for creating such a magical place, I
wouldn't be writing if it weren't for you.

A/N: if you're reading please review. The more you review the more I write. Thanks
again.

After landing Dumbledore automatically threw off the cloak and started firing spells every which
way. All those in the order were fighting at least 2 Death Eaters and winning. Harry, Ron and
Hermione just stood there watching the madness but were soon engaged in battle. Harry fired spells
at three different Death Eaters and blocked a spell fired at him. Harry was very good at duelling,
and was holding nothing back. Hermione, doing well as well, took down two Death Eaters. Ron took
out three.

Not long after the battle started, it had ended, with the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself,
disapparating from the seen. Harry looked around and found the reason for their sudden departure.
There were 5 muggle police cars parked out front and Voldemort obviously wanted Dumbledore to have
to deal with them, and deal with them he did. Dumbledore pointed his wand to each of the officers
in turn wiping out their memory of what just happened, using the “Obliviate” spell. He told them
they were to get back to the station and file a false alarm. So they left. The order had
successfully captured 125 of the Death Eaters and escorted them to the Ministry.

“It's a shame. Now we'll have to find a new headquarters for the Order. Albus, where
should it be?” asked their former professor Lupin.

“I'm sorry Remus, but I have no idea. We'll have to stay at Hogwarts while I try and
find somewhere for us to go. I'm sure I could create some kind of room where we can assemble
during the school year if we can't find anywhere for that long. But I'm sure I can find
somewhere for us to meet before then.” Replied a tired out Dumbledore.

“Okay professor. I'll just arrange the transportation for everyone to get there, with their
stuff.” Said Lupin.

Dumbledore simply walked over to some furniture and said: *portus* and waited while they
glowed blue. “Harry, Ron, Hermione, good work today grab onto the table and it should take you to
gryffindor tower.”

They all said their goodbyes and grabbed hold of the table. Harry felt the familiar tug from
behind the navel and went flying in a swirl of colour and howling wind. They landed with a thud on
the hearthrug in front of the Gryffindor fireplace. Harry and Ron went up to their dormitories and
dropped off their stuff while Hermione did the same. When they returned everything went
serious.

“This is bad guy's. We have to find a place where we can hold the headquarters for the
Order.” Said Harry.

“I know Harry but what can we do. They probably won't even take our ideas seriously. After
all, we're only kids.” Replied Hermione wistfully.

“She has a point Harry. I mean… It's because of that scar. If you didn't have it, we
wouldn't have gotten attacked. I hate V-V-VOLDEMORT!!!!” Yelled Ron.

Both Harry and Hermione were shocked at Ron's outburst and at the fact that he said
Voldemort's name. But then Harry realised something. Godrics Hollow! It's been abandoned
since Harry's Parents were killed there. It was perfect.

“I've got it, Godrics Hollow. My parents' house is perfect. No one goes there anymore.
It's the perfect place to hold the order of the Phoenixes Headquarters. We should tell
Dumbledore.” Said Harry obsessively. And with that he rushed upstairs with Ron and Hermione right
behind him. When he got to his dormitory, he ran for his trunk. When he opened it he found the
shards of the mirror Sirius gave there and pulled it out. He waved his wand over it and muttered
*Reparo.* The battle meant that the under age wizardry law had been temporarily un-used for
today. The mirror automatically fixed so Harry put his wand at the back of the mirror and clearly
stated Dumbledore into it and Dumbledore's face appeared in the mirror looking slightly better
then before.

“Professor, I have an idea of where we could stay for the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters.
Godrics Hollow.” Said Harry proudly.

“Hmmmmmm… that's not a bad idea. How about you let me think about it and I'll get back
to you on it.” Replied Dumbledore.

“Sure Professor that would be fine.” Stated Harry, “See you later.”

Then he put the mirror down.

“Well, I'm stuffed. I'm going to bed g'night guys.” Yawned Ron sleepily.

“Good night Ron” both Harry and Hermione said in uni-son. And they left the dormitory.

“So Harry… why were you so upset about the idea of Ron and I going out.” Asked Hermione
curiously.

“Um… well … you see … er …erm,” stuttered Harry, “well you see the thing is
HermioneI-I-I-iminluvwityou…”

Then Harry blushed profusely.

“I'm, sorry Harry, I didn't quite catch that last part?” said Hermione.

Harry took in a deep breath and said slowly, “I'm in love with you, but don't worry. I
know you don't like me tha-“harry was cut off by a soft set of lips crushing onto his. Harry
was so shocked by this that he lost his balance and fell over. When they finally pulled apart,
Harry said, “I guess you feel the same way.”

“Yes Harry, ever since 3rd year. We have to talk about his though.” Stated Hermione
happily.

“Aaawwwww, but I want to kiss.” Whined Harry.

“Fine, this is great!” exclaimed Hermione before claiming Harry's lips.

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4. The Duelling Tournament
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Chapter four: Duelling tournament

It was the third day since the battle at Grimmauld Place, and Dumbledore still hadn't gotten
back to Harry on his idea. Harry was starting to wonder what had happened to Dumbledore when
Molly's face appeared in his mirror, “Hello Harry dear, I need to talk to you about something.
It seems Fred and George are holding a duelling tournament and they've asked me to ask you if
you could compete, you know, to raise interest in it. It's up to you Harry, Dumbledore helped
lift the underage wizarding laws for the next three days for when the tournament will be held.”

“Well I'll only join if Ron and Hermione do as well.” Said Harry.

“Well Ron's definitely going and Hermione can go in the females tournament, and if she wins
that she will face the winner of the male tournament. So good luck, and don't go easy on my
Ronniekins” stated Molly.

“Okay I won't go easy on your little Ronniekins” said Harry in a baby voice as Ron walked
into the common room “see ya Mrs W.”

“What are you going on about? Don't call me Ronniekins!” said Ron while Harry just laughed,
“Shut up.”

“I'm joking Ron, but seriously, I'm going in a tournament that your brother's
devised, by the way Ronniekins (“HEY” bellowed Ron.) you're going in the tournament as well.”
Said Harry as he laughed to himself.

“Fine, What about Hermione? Is she going to compete?” asked Ron suddenly a dreamy look in his
eyes.

“Ron, do you still like Hermione?” Asked Harry, suddenly very curious.

“Harry, I don't know anymore. But just so you know, I think she fancies you.” Stated Ron,
wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Ron, there's something Hermione and I need to tell you,” said Harry seriously.

“What could be so serious that you need the whole `there's something we need to tell
you,' thing. What, did you two just get together?” Said Ron jokingly. Harry looked at Ron
apologetically.

“You didn't, did you?” Ron added this last part in uncertainty.

“Look Ron, I know you still fancy her, but we didn't mean for it to happen with out asking
you. But it did. Please don't let this ruin our friendship.” Said Harry looking down as he
finished.

Ron sat silent for a while, apparently thinking (I know, I didn't think it was possible)

“Ron, I'm sor-“ started Harry.

“Harry just leave me alone for a while, you know, so I can think, I'm still your friend, I
just need to sort things out.” Ron interjected, and he walked out through the portrait hole.

Harry stared into the slowly dying flames of the common room and began to wonder about what the
next few weeks could bring. He gave up on his thoughts and headed up the stairs to the boys
Dormitory to finally get some shut eye.

***

Harry struggled the morning battle of getting dressed while still half asleep after one of his
usual nightmares about Voldemort. After finally getting his tie on, (Is it even on right? Ah screw
it!) He looked around to see who else was awake and noticed that Ron didn't return to bed last
night, *I wonder if he's alright*? Harry wondered, but was soon answered as a very groggy
Ron stumbled into their dorm covered in lipstick.

“Ahh, Ron, why are you covered in lipstick and why is no-one else up? Or here, for that matter?”
asked Harry.

“Well you see Harry Loony, the lovely girl, got me some Butterbeer, when she found out my
problem she started kissing me, and it was good. Oh and it's still the holidays. Oh look at the
sheepy jumping over the fence. Here sheepy sheepy sheepy, ouch you'll pay for that.” Said Ron
as he chased the imaginary sheep, before tripping and falling asleep on the ground.

So Harry left the dorm in search of breakfast silently asking himself how much Ron had to drink.
When he arrived at the Great Hall, the only Order members there were Dumbledore, Snape and Tonks.
Snape and Tonks seemed to be arguing about something, while Dumbledore seemed content to sit and
watch from the sidelines.

“Professor, May I ask why they are fighting.” Asked Harry, “Oh yeah and while I'm at it,
where have you been and have you came to a decision about Godrics Hollow?”

“They are fighting about which is better on toast, peanut butter or jelly, I've been doing
work for the order and yes.” Answered the Headmaster still watching Snape and Tonks, amused.

“So are we or aren't we going to Godrics Hollow?” Asked Harry irritably.

“Yes, Harry we are. But unfortunately we won't be moving in until I add some new wards and
rooms, so it won't be ready until the start of the school year. You won't see it until
Christmas holidays.” Said Dumbledore now looking Harry in the face.

“Okay, that's alright, thanks, now let me get down to eating I'm really hungry.” Said
Harry taking a seat at the table. Because school hadn't started yet there was only one table
for everyone.

After breakfast Harry went looking for Hermione, having not seen her at breakfast. He wasn't
surprised to see her in the library with her nose in a book.

“Hey, `Mione. Why weren't you at breakfast this morning?” Asked Harry worriedly.

“Breakfast? I missed it. I'm sorry, I was absolutely fascinated by this book I found last
night I just had to come back and read it!” Said Hermione excitedly missing Harry roll his
eyes.

“Okay, well I told Ron about us last night. And he took it better then I expected. He said he
just needed to think about it for a while. And I found out about a duelling tournament that's
taking place at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, I'm competing Ron's competing and you can
compete in the female division if you want.” Said Harry wondering what Hermione was going to
do.

“Oh Harry that's great that Ron felt alrite about us, and of course I'll compete.” Said
Hermione, reaching her arms around Harry's neck.

“Great, the tournament is in three days, so we should probably get in some practice.” Said
Harry, planting a kiss on Hermione's lips. “All the underage wizardry laws have been
temporarily lifted for the tournament, so we should get Ron and start practicing the basic spells
and jinxes.”

“Okay, just let me finish this chapter, then we can have some alone time, *then* we can
practice.” Said Hermione, putting an emphasis on then. So Harry let Hermione finish that last
chapter then they met in a broom closet for the- alone time- then, as promised they met Ron in an
empty classroom and started practising basic hexes and shielding charms.

“*Protego”* screamed Hermione sending back Harry's stunning spell right at him, but
Harry, expecting this also used the shielding spell, sent it back at her hitting her in the chest.
She was stunned.

“*Ennervate”* muttered Harry, reviving her. “Good work `Mione, but I'm just too good.”
Said Harry boastfully.

“I didn't think the great Harry Potter would be the boasting type.” Said Hermione in mock
indignation.

“Well, I'm offended Miss Granger, I'm not boastful.” Said Harry playfully.

“Oi, lover birds, I'm still here you know, get a room if your going to snog.” Said Ron.

“Oh, go snog Luna!” said Harry in his and Hermione's defence. That seemed to shut him up as
he blushed. Harry and Hermione just sat there laughing at him.

***

The day for the start of the tournament was here. When they arrived at Weasley's Wizarding
Wheezes, there was a line of people waiting to get in and watch. There was a list of names outside
of who would be facing whom, and to Harry's delight, he was facing none other then Draco
Malfoy. And Ron was facing Neville.

When Harry and Malfoy were called to the duelling stage Harry climbed onto the stage, looking at
Hermione for support. She just winked at him.

“So Scar head. I hear you and the mudblood finally got together. Can't say I blame you
though. She's the only woman that would be desperate enough to like you.” Drawled Malfoy.

“Tell me Malfoy, how is your father doing, I believe he is in Azkaban again.” Said Harry,
forgetting about the crowd.

“On the count of three, raise your wands and begin. One-two-three begin!” Yelled Fred.

“*Rickesempra!”* Yelled Malfoy pointing his wand at Harry.

“*Protego!”* Harry sent his spell right back at him and yelled “*Stupefy!”* Just in
case. Malfoy fell to the floor. Harry stepped down from the stage to loud applause. Hermione kissed
Harry on the cheek.

“Great work, Harry I'm very Proud of you, Oh and good luck Ron.” Said Hermione.

“Thanks,” Both Ron and Harry said at the same time.

Ron and Neville climbed onto the stage, and shook hands.

“One-two-three begin,” Yelled George this time.

Ron and Neville raised their wands waiting for the other to strike. Ron made the first move
sending a stunning spell flying towards Neville, but he easily dodged it and sent the trip jinx
Ron's way, Ron felt like someone had caught him around the ankles. But got up in time to block
Neville's disarming jinx. “*Impedimenta”* bellowed Ron sending Neville flying off his feet
into the crowd causing an immediate disqualification.

“Great match Neville, sorry about knocking you off the stage.” Said Ron helping up a very sore
Neville.

“It's alrite Ron, it was kinda fun, like I was flying, until I hit the ground of course.”
Muttered Neville rubbing his back.

The next two matches had Dean facing Seamus, and an unknown guy wearing a cloak facing
Zechariahs Smith. Dean and The unknown guy emerged victorious.

Now it was time for Ron and Harry to duel, they got up onto the stage and shook hands, muttering
good lucks to each other.

“One-two-three begin!” Yelled Fred, starting the match.

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5. The Attack on Hogsmeade
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Chapter five: The attack on Hogsmeade

Disclaimer: I own nothing Harry Potter.

A/N: Thanks to all those who reviewed, and to all those who will. Please remember, I'm
searching for a beta, so if you want the job, review!!! Thanks again.

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Now it was time for Ron and Harry to duel, they got up onto the stage and shook hands, muttering
Good lucks to each other.

“One-two-three begin!” Yelled Fred, starting the match.

Ron raised his wand in time to block Harry's stunning spell, which went flying off the
stage. They both stared each other down, wondering what move the other was going to do, finally
Harry sent two stunning spells Ron's way, one he dodged and the other he sent back at Harry.
Harry dodged the spell, but only barely, and shouted, ”*Impedimenta”* hitting Ron the chest,
sending him flying. But before he hit the ground, Harry used the levitation charm to soften his
landing. When the match was over, Harry came down and thanked Ron for the good match.

“Your thanking me, you're the one who cushioned my fall - I should be thanking you.” Stated
Ron as he got up from the ground.

“So I wonder who I'm facing in the final round. I hope its Dean, because I want to face a
friend.” Said Harry thinking.

“Well you'll find out soon, they're duelling now.”

Harry looked up at the stage to see an unconscious Dean, flying off.

Harry was to face David on the third day where the final for the female division would be held
as well. As for the second day, that's when the female division starts. On the third day the
two winners, male and female, would face each other in a friendly duel. They all returned to
Hogwarts for a good nights rest, after Harry and Hermione had a very successful snog session and
Harry having a cold shower they all went to bed.

***

The next morning they left for the Weasley's joke shop, Hermione in a trance believing it
would help her focus on the task at hand. When they arrived, Hermione went to see whom her
competition was. As seen, she was facing Millicent Bullstrode, Lavender was facing a girl called
Maura, Ginny would be facing the French Duelling champ, and the Patil twins were duelling.

“This is bad Gin, she is rumoured to posses ancient magic passed down through her family. Magic
not even Merlin could imagine.” Said Hermione knowledgably.

“Herm', I'll be fine, she is no match for the fiery red head.” Said Ginny, her family
pride clouding her judgement.

Hermione and Millicent Bullstrode walked onto the stage.

“Ready to die, mudblood?” asked, Millicent snidely.

“No, sorry, but there will be a funeral after the duel. Yours.” Remarked Hermione with just as
much venom.

“On the count of three girls and remember none of that scratching, we don't want a cat
fight, or do we, one-two-three begin!” Joked Fred starting the match.

Hermione was staring daggers at Bullstrode, while Millicent seemed content to call her a
mudblood under her breath. “*Impedimenta!”* yelled Hermione pointing her wand at
Millicent's heart, “*Protego”* muttered Millicent, sending the spell back at Hermione,
which she easily dodged. “*Feriverto!”* Muttered Hermione, transfiguring Millicent into a
goblet, ending the match.

As Hermione stepped down from the stage, she received a hug and a kiss on the lips from
Harry.

“Harry! Not on the lips in public! We don't want to draw attention to ourselves.” Said
Hermione.

“Sorry, `Mione, you just looked so cute, and I couldn't help myself.” Said Harry amused that
Hermione was blushing.

Now it was Lavenders turn to duel with the girl from America, Maura. They both clambered onto
the stage, and drew their wands.

“One-two-three begin!” said Fred, clearly getting sick of the phrase.

Maura, wasting no time screeched a spell far too advanced for even Harry to know. Lavender
dodged it, but only barely. It left a scar across her arm, which hung limply at her side.

“Oh no! My arm! I-I-I can't feel it!” whimpered Lavender worriedly.” I forfeit, I can't
duel without my wand arm.”

And with that she left the stage. Maura had a delightful look upon her face.

“For a witch with such advanced magic, she sure is humble.” Stated Harry knowingly.

“Yeah, I wonder if she knows Dumbledore?” asked Hermione.

“Harry, Hermione, aren't you going to wish me luck?” asked Ginny, as she got ready to face
Abigail.

“Oh sorry Gin, good luck!” said Hermione.

“Yeah, sorry, good luck, and remember the Ancient magic that she possesses!” reminded Harry.

“Yeah, I got ya!” Answered Ginny.

She left and climbed onto the stage, while Abigail, shocking everyone, floated onto the stage.
Ginny drew her wand while Abigail simply floated there.

“One-two-three begin!” Yelled George obviously excited by this duel.

Ginny shot a stunning spell at Abigail's chest but, without even moving, she deflected the
spell sending it in to the crowd at Harry who deflected it as well. Ginny, who was still shocked
that Abigail knew wandless magic, suddenly went flying off the stage, a look of shock, plastered
onto her face.

Fred and George, who were to stunned to even announce the winner, were shaken out of their
reverie by an explosion from out in the distance. Everyone ran outside to see the source of the
commotion, and was scared out of their wits by three men wearing black cloaks, standing in the
rubble where Olivanders once stood. Absolute hell broke loose as Everone tried to get out of the
way of the three-cloaked men, who started firing spells. The competitors of the duelling tournament
and all those in the DA that were present were the only ones who kept their cool. Harry and Abigail
were the first to step forward Harry with his wand raised, but he didn't need it as Abigail
caused the three men to freeze in place, while a flash of blue light drained them of their magical
essence.

When Ministry officials removed their cloaks, the three men were revealed as Voldemort's
supporters, the teenage Death Eaters, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe and Draco Malfoy. All Hogwarts
students present were shocked. They knew Malfoy and his cronies were evil but to join Lord
Voldemort. That was like to sell your soul to the devil. Once you've joined his ranks, you can
never leave.

“Professor Dumbledore, are you sure there aren't any more of them? I mean, I'm pretty
sure that You-Know-Who wouldn't trust a bunch of adolescences to kill all these people, or even
stand a chance. No matter how great a duellist Harry or Abigail is, they are no matches for
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!” said the minister Fudge gruffly, looking over his shoulder for any sign
of the Dark Lord.

“No Minister, I believe these unfortunate students of mine were only scouts and Voldemort is
probably only getting ready and will attack some time within the next five to ten minutes.” Said
Dumbledore grimly, ignoring the flinches and gasps from all those who heard the elderly man utter
Voldemort's name as if it were nothing.

As if on time the crack of apparation was heard through out the area with looks of shock or
confusion written all over everyone's faces. Screams could be heard in the distance with the
spells flying in every direction; Harry had to duck to avoid being killed by a killing curse shot
in his direction. Abigail and Dumbledore seemed to be the only ones fighting at all. The DA members
too shocked or scared to move and Harry having no time to draw his wand as there were spells being
fired his way constantly. Abigail seemed to be doing a great job until Voldemort decided to take
care of her personally. He approached her noticing the way she duelled, she was unstoppable.

“*Imperio”* muttered Voldemort, pointing his wand at Abigail. And she froze in mid-air, her
eyes going blank. Dumbledore looked at her after stunning another Death Eater. He had a look of
utter horror on his face.

“Every, get out of here, the battle is lost, Abigail is a force that you shouldn't try and
deal with today, now flee!!” yelled Dumbledore in a booming voice.

Everyone apparated out of the area except for those who couldn't, who ran for the leaky
cauldron. Harry, Hermione, Ron and Dumbledore were the only ones left in front of Voldemort,
Abigail and the Death Eaters.

“Dumbledore, you really think that fleeing will save your lives? Well it won't!” spat
Voldemort.

“Tom, I do not believe that fleeing will save our lives. I just don't believe that now is
the time for your downfall, so we will leave you here with what you think, will save your lives.”
Said Dumbledore calmly, and with that he grabbed Fawkes tail, with Harry, Ron and Hermione
following suit. They disappeared in a flash of fire. It felt oddly cool to be flying through fire
until they reached their journey's end.

“Go back to your dormitory, and rest. Today has been a big day for you all. I congratulate you
on your efforts in the tournament, but please go and rest. Harry, I would like a word with you.”
Said Dumbledore, Harry obeyed.

“Harry, I would like to know why you didn't help fight against Voldemort and his Death
Eaters? You are the prophesised one, are you not?” asked Dumbledore.

“Yes, Professor, but I couldn't even draw my wand, those damn Death Eaters kept shooting at
me so I didn't have a chance to!!” Half yelled Harry annoyed.

Dumbledore seemed to be thinking for a while before he broke the uncomfortable silence, “Harry,
how about I teach you advanced duelling, as well as occlumency? I seem to recall you weren't
doing too well with it while Professor Snape was teaching you.” said Dumbledore expectantly.

“Would you sir, could you teach me to duel like you and Voldemort did last year, that was
astounding!” said Harry enthusiastically.

“Okay Harry, but remember, when the school year starts we will be moving the head quarters to
Godrics Hollow, so I will contact you with the mirrors when I want you to meet me in my office. The
password is Sugar Quill.” Said Dumbledore.

“Okay, Professor. But are you sure it's wise to tell me where we are staying, because
Voldemort could break into my mind at any time and reveal where the order is staying.” Said Harry
apprehensively.

“Don't worry Harry, Voldemort wouldn't risk it again; last time he had a purpose to get
to you. But this time there is nothing for him to gain from breaking into your mind.” Said
Dumbledore knowledgably.

“Okay thanks Professor. I'll be going to bed now.” Said Harry, as he left, with a new spring
in his step. *I'm going to duel like Dumbledore w*ere his final thoughts before running
into something light and with bushy hair.

END CHAPTER

A/N: Sorry it took so long guys. I had kind of a writer's block, but it's here now so
read and review! :P

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter and I mean no harm in writing about it. Thanks J.K for
writing up such a magical place.

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6. Tom Riddle's Graveyard
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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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7. Astral Projection
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Chapter Seven: Astral Projection

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…

He couldn't be here, and where are Ron and Hermione. Panic began to flood his body. He
walked around the graveyard, as memories came back to him. That was the stone he was chained to
while Voldemort rose again…

`Ahh… good times.' Said a high-pitched voice from behind him, sending chills up his
spine.

Harry turned around, reaching for his wand, only to find himself face to face to with Voldemort
wandless.

`Don't worry, I'm not really here, and neither are you. We are here because of astral
projection. Your friends won't notice anything, this is all taking place within a nanosecond.
I'm here to make you an offer. An offer that will save your life, or end it!'

`…'

`Join me or die!!!!!' hissed Voldemort.

` Hmmmmmm… try no!!!!' said Harry.

`Your life isn't the only one at stake…I will take her from you if you refuse. Don't
decide yet, I will contact you when I want your answer.' And with this, the image of Voldemort
swirled and the familiar tugging behind the navel ensued, signalling that his mind was back in his
body. They landed with a thud, Harry looking into those deep cinnamon eyes…

Harry walked around with Hermione and Ron, buying their school supplies. Ron was currently
yabbering on about something, but Harry was busy thinking about his encounter with the Dark Lord
and the brown-eyed beauty staring at him.

`…And then, after the wronski feint, we could try adding in a sloth roll, or maybe a…'

`Harry are you all right? You've been ignoring us for the last 5 minutes.' Said Hermione
interrupting Ron.

`Oi!! I was talking here!!' said Ron incredulously.

`Sorry, I was just thinking about yo- stuff. I've just been busy that's all.' Said
Harry.

`Are purposely ignoring me?!'

`Are you thinking about Sirius? If you are Harry, then he's with your parents, and I'm
sure they're watching over you right now…' said Hermione patting Harry on the shoulder.

True, Harry thought about Sirius sometimes, grieved and blamed himself for his death. But now he
was thinking about his choices, what should he do join Voldemort, or risk the death of the love of
his life? The decision was obvious; he had to dump Hermione.

`Hermione? Can I talk to you alone for a moment?' asked Harry nervously.

She nodded following Harry, away from the annoyed Ron in their wake. Harry led her behind the
Three Broom sticks.

`Hermione, I-I-I don't think that… well… I don't think we should see each other anymore.
I just don't feel that way for you anymore.'

What ever Hermione expected, it wasn't this. She stood in front of him, heart broken, with
tears forming in her eyes.

`But why do we have to, I thought you said you loved me? And now, all of a sudden, you
don't? But this, why?' Hermione burst into tears, running from Harry, back to where Ron
was.

END CHAPTER

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update guys, I will be quicker next time, I swear!! Buy I had a
writers block, so yeah. Read and Review!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anything related to it…

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8. Remaining Friends
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Chapter Eight: Remaining friends

Harry felt terrible. He had dumped Hermione. He had lost the one person he cared about for good.
But we can still be friends, Harry thought. Hermione seemed to think otherwise. After their
confrontation behind The Three Broomsticks, they had been avoiding each other. After they finished
their shopping, Harry met Ron and Neville in front of the Hog's Head. They shared a portkey,
while Hermione left with Lavender and Pavarti.

The next few days past by, with Harry usually being found in bed crying, thinking or sleeping.
Hermione spent all her time in the bathroom thinking and wondering why. Why did Harry dump her? She
knew why. It was to protect her. But why did he take her choice away from her? Was he trying to
`Play the hero'? Or was there a reason behind it that made him think it necessary to dump
her?

She just didn't know. She couldn't face him yet. Just the sight of him reduced her to
tears. No, she would have to wait. She was interrupted from her thoughts as Ginny walked into her
room, to bring her dinner. This was how it was. Ginny would bring Hermione breakfast, lunch and
dinner, and try to console Hermione about it.

“Here you go Herms, are you all right?” asked Ginny, her voice full of concern.

“Thanks Gin, I'm as good as can be expected.” Said Hermione.

“You can't keep going on like this. You hardly sleep, when I bring you food you barely touch
it. You need to get over him.” Said Ginny.

“Gin, I will not get over him. I'm going to get back with him. I'm going to find out why
he dumped me in the first place,” said Hermione, “he still loves me, he's trying to protect
me.”

Ginny smiled reassuringly at her, “Don't worry Herms, he'll figure it all out soon
enough. If what you say is true, he'll come back to you.”

“I hope you're right Gin, I hope you're right.” Said Hermione, falling into a peaceful
slumber, her dinner forgotten.

Ginny smiled knowingly at Hermione before leaving her room.

She headed out to the common room. Finding Ron, she walked up to him with determination.

“Ron, you need to get Harry out here NOW!” said Ginny her voice rising with each word.

“I've tried Gin, but he won't listen to a word anyone says. It's all quite pathetic
to me.” Said Ron.

“Try harder. I have something I need to say to him.” Said Ginny glaring at the ignoramus she had
for a brother.

“O-Okay.” Stuttered Ron, not wanting to get in the way of the PMS filled Ginny.

Ron headed up the stairs towards Harry's bed. He pulled the curtains back, to find Harry
asleep. He was obviously faking. He began to poke Harry's side muttering his name. Still
nothing. Ron picked up a pillow from his own bed and flung it at Harry's head.

“Hey!” yelped Harry.

“Well you wouldn't wake up! Anyway, Ginny sent me up here to get you. She wants to talk to
you.” Said Ron, fleeing the room before Harry yelled at him.

Harry glumly followed, only to find Ginny waiting for him at the foot of the stairs.

“You broke her heart Potter. You go and talk to her now! She knows why you dumped her. But it
still hurts.” Half yelled Ginny, “Didn't you learn your lesson last year? Playing the hero only
got Sirius kill- oh dear,”

At the mention of Sirius' name, Harry's face turned stony. He still had not gotten over
Sirius, and he still hadn't properly grieved for him. Ginny apologised profusely, but Harry
ignored her and decided to go back to bed. He was emotionally drained, as well as dead tired. He,
like Hermione had not gotten much sleep, and felt like tonight, he had to go to sleep.

It was the day before everyone was due to return. Everyone was allowed to do what they wanted
for they're last day before school.

Harry decided to finally come out of his room, to go flying on the Quidditch Pitch. Harry walked
out onto the grounds and mounted his broom. He kicked off, and all problems were forgotten. On his
broom he felt so free. There was no prophecy to weigh on his mind. Guilt over Sirius' death was
left on the ground. Harry zoomed around the pitch, enjoying the wind whipping his hair. He took a
few dives and pulled up sharply to let out his emotions. He was care free up here.

Harry landed feeling the happiest he had in ages. Only to have it ruined by the red head
storming up to him.

“I'll kill you Potter!!! You hurt her. You broke her heart, so I'll break your neck.”
Said Ron, pulling a fist back.

Harry stood there with his hands at his sides. Ron swung at him, but Harry dodged with ease.

“I would rather be her friend with her alive, than go out with her and have her die.” Said Harry
simply, still dodging Ron's punches.

“What… do you… mean?” grunted Ron, trying to catch his breath.

Harry explained the meeting with Voldemort, and how he had threatened the one he loved,
“Hermione knows I'm doing this to protect her. I'm hoping we can at least remain friends.”
finished Harry, with a sigh.

“I'm sure she'll get over it. But Harry, you do know how selfish this is, right?
You're totally taking the choice away from her. She's a muggle born, and your friend. She
was already at the top of the list to torture and kill. Just let *her* decide.” Said Ron.

Harry stood stock still, as Ron walked away. The realization of what he had done had finally hit
him. He needed to talk to Hermione, now.

Harry rushed up to the Gryffindor Common Room. He found Hermione sitting on the squashy
armchair, reading. She hadn't noticed him. Harry walked up behind the chair, and tapped
Hermione on the shoulder.

Hermione turned, and when she noticed whom it was, began to get up. Harry grabbed her shoulder
to keep her there.

“Hermione we need to talk.” Harry said.

She nodded and got up. The walked in silence, until they reached the Room of Requirement. Harry
walked past it three times thinking we need a place to talk.

A door appeared, so he opened it to find a room that looked just like the Gryffindor Common
Room. They took a seat facing each other.

“Hermione, I need to explain to you why I ended us.” Said Harry. He continued on to explain how
he met with Voldemort, and Voldemort's offer and threat, “ So you see, what I did was to
protect you. But then Ron told me how selfish I was being. I began to think. I decided if you still
love me as I love you, then we could get back together. But only if you'll forgive me for being
so selfish, and understand that your life is at stake here.

“Harry, I understood the risks when I first got together with you. I'm going to need some
time to think, before I answer you. But I would like to remain friends until I come to a
conclusion.” Said Hermione. Harry nodded and opened his arms for a hug. Hermione moved in and
wrapped her arms around his middle. They were friends again.

THE END

A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long, but I was on Hiatus. But from now on, I will be posting a
lot faster.

Disclaimer: I just checked, and I still don't own Harry Potter… Yet.

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9. O.W.L's and Kisses
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Chapter Nine: O.W.L `s and Kisses

The day of the return of the 1st, 2nd and 3rd years return had
come and gone. As expected, there weren't any Slytherin making their return. Classes were
resuming, and for the sixth years, they were finding out what classes they would be taking, and
obtaining their O.W.L results.

“Sorry about the delay on your O.W.L results. We were busy taking care of some -er… other
problems. But we have your results here and we'll call you up one at a time to collect them.”
Said Dumbledore.

After everyone had been called up, Dumbledore announced, “After you have read through your
results, we would like you to bring up the second piece of parchment up here with the classes you
would like to take.”

Once everyone had collected their results, they were given 5 minutes to check over them.
Harry's results read:

Charms: O O

DADA: O O**

Transfiguration: O O

Potions: E O

Divination: P P

Astronomy: E A

History of Magic: A *

Herbology: E O

Care of Magical Creatures: A E

Key: * N/A ** bonus point

Comment: On behalf of the examiners and staff of Hogwarts, I would like to congratulate you at
you astounding performance in the test. I would also like to add that your father received much the
same score, although he is much more proficient in Transfiguration.

Best wishes,

Griselda Marchbanks

Harry was a bit disappointed that he couldn't become an Auror with his results in Potions,
but glad that he still received good results.

“Great work, Harry. Although you could've done better in Herbology.” Said Hermione, fighting
the urge to nibble at his bottom lip.

"T-Thanks, `Mione. I wouldn't have done as well if it wasn't for you.” Said Harry,
gazing at her lips. “How did you do?”

“I-I got all O's.” said Hermione, leaning forward.

“Great!” Harry said before capturing her lips in a kiss that contained all their botted up
emotions. The kiss became more heated as they continued. Harry ran his tongue along Hermione's
bottom lip, seeking permission. She opened her mouth in response, moaning at the feeling of
Harry's tongue, lazily dancing with her own. They broke apart for the need of oxygen, only to
find the entire Great Hall staring at them

They all broke out in applause, happy for the couple. Although there were a few disgruntled
people who were hoping for a chance at one of the two, they still clapped to show their support.
Harry and Hermione rushed out holding hands, while trying to hide their blushing faces. They headed
up to the room of requirement, hoping to seek some time alone. When they opened the door, they were
shocked to find Ginny and Luna Lovegood, already using it to study. Ginny was first to look up, her
eye's shooting down to their joined hands. A smile grew on her face as she ran up to them, and
hugged them.

“I'm so glad you two are happy again! I'll leave so you can talk, come one Luna.” Said
Ginny, releasing them from the hug.

Luna got up with her study material, hugged Harry and Hermione giving them her congratulations
and left with Ginny. Just as Harry and Hermione were about to kiss, Ron ran in with a huge grin on
his face.

“Hey guy's. You left before I could congratulate you.” Started Ron. “I think it's great
that you're back together. Plus, I was tired of your bad mood Harry.”

“Er … Ron, Hermione and I kinda wanted to talk about it all,” said Harry. Noticing Ron nod, but
stay in the doorway, he added. “By ourselves.”

Realization dawned on Ron's face. He nodded, said his congratulations again, and left. Harry
and Hermione were left in an awkward silence.

“So … do you - er - forgive me?” asked Harry, breaking the silence.

Hermione seemed to take her time, before answering. “Well, I think your heart was in the right
place. But you still shouldn't have taken the decision away from me. But more importantly, I
love you, and you love me. That's all that matters. I forgive you.” Finished Hermione.

Harry was ecstatic. “Does this mean I can kiss you again?” he asked.

Hermione pushed her lips up against his in response. Harry loved the feeling of his lips gently
massaging hers. But he wanted more. He felt like he couldn't get close enough to her. He ran
his tongue along her bottom lip, seeking entrance. She opened her mouth and moaned at the
sensations Harry kisses were causing. She felt like her entire body was on fire

Harry broke the kiss and began lightly trailing kisses along her jaw line before gently nibbling
at her earlobe. He began to unbutton her blouse, but stopped before he went too far and looked into
Hermione's eyes asking silently his first look at the soft mounds that remained, just out of
his reach. She nodded and proceeded to help Harry unbutton the remaining buttons on her blouse.

The only thing covering her breasts now was the sheerest of bra material. Harry could already
feel himself hardening, and he hadn't even seen them yet.

But for the purpose of keeping this story's rating at PG13, I can't go into details
about what happened after that. But I can say that I'm sorry this chapter was so short, and I
promise to make the next few chapters longer. (By the way, that last paragraph was an Authors
Note)

Disclaimer: I just checked and I still don't own Harry Potter, but I did realize I have the
body of a god. Unfortunately, that god is Buddha.

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10. The Serious Training Begins
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Chapter 10:The Serious Training Begins

The next day, Harry and Hermione's reunion was all over the school. They were getting
congratulations and constant death threats for stealing Harry / Hermione from them. Okay, so there
weren't many death threats, just five or six.

They were eating at breakfast one morning when the owl post suddenly arrived. Harry was
surprised when a tawny owl made it's way to him. He never got owl post, unless something bad
had happened. The owl landed next to the French toast in front of Harry and stuck its leg out.

Harry grabbed the letter off its leg as the owl let out an indignant hoot. Once Harry had the
letter the owl took off in the direction of the owlery. Harry opened the letter to find he looking
at the loopy handwriting of Albus Dumbledore:

*Dear Harry,*

*I am writing to you to inform you that I will be teaching you the beginnings of wandless
magic, and will take you to GH to teach you how to apparate. Also, Professor McGonagall will start
to teach you how to become an animagus. I know you have not mastered the art of duelling to the
extent I have, but I believe that with the help of wandless magic, that goal will be easily met and
surpassed. Meet me at the Room of Requirement at 7P.M.*

*A.D*

After rereading the letter to make sure he wasn't dreaming or had misread the letter, he
gave it to Hermione and looked up at the staff table. Professor Dumbledore was looking down at him,
his eyes twinkling merrily.

Once Hermione finished the letter, she launched herself on Harry and squealed in delight.

“I'm so happy for you Harry. You're going to learn wandless magic? That's supposed
to be really complicated!” began Hermione, “And then you're going to learn to apparate before
anyone else in our year. You're lucky. Then you're going to become an animagus like your
father, I'm so proud!!!” finished Hermione looking at Harry fondly.

“Yeah, I'm so excited!!! Wandless magic seems like it might be a bit hard though…” said
Harry.

“Don't worry, Harry. I'm sure you'll do great! You're a much better wizard than
you think you are.” Said Hermione.

“Thanks `Mione. You know just what to say.” Said Harry, planting a kiss on Hermione delectable
lips.

The kiss was short lived, however, as Ron took it upon himself to break it up before they got
carried away. Harry and Hermione broke apart looking away from Ron, trying to conceal the faint
beginnings of a blush on their faces.

“Sorry guy's, it had to be done. Didn't want a Public Display of Affection on our
hands.” Said Ron, grinning from ear to ear.

Harry and Hermione, seeking a way out of their embarrassing predicament, asked him what they had
first up.

“Well, since we don't have that hooked nose freak for potions, that means that fate has put
him in our next DADA class until our real teacher shows up. It had better be sooner rather then
later,” said Ron.

The teacher for the DADA hadn't shown up to classes yet and had been taught by Professor
Snape. When they confronted Dumbledore about it, he said that their teacher was out on Order
Business.

“I should hope so. One more lecture from Snape and I think I'll die. And since we don't
have him in potions, he's docking the points away double time to make up.” Said Harry praying
to Merlin that Snape wouldn't be teaching them today.

It seemed that fate was with them today, as they met the pink haired metamorphmagus in front of
their classroom.

“Tonks! *You're* our DADA teacher?” asked Hermione, glad to see the young Auror,
“I'm so glad to see you, how are you doing?”

“I'm doing fine, though this is my first time being a teacher. I'm feeling kinda giddy.”
Said Tonks, her voice shaking slightly.

“That's great, I can't believe we're finally going to get a teacher with experience,
other then Lupin of course.” Said Harry shaking Tonks' hand.

“Watcher Harry. You're lucky I'm here; otherwise Snape would be making you take notes
about throwing off being stunned. Where as I will be doing the practical work with you today.” Said
Tonks excitedly, “Well, better get in there and start the class.”

Harry, Ron and Hermione followed Tonks into the classroom, barely holding back laughs when Tonks
tripped over the leg of a chair. She stood up dusting herself off, a blush creeping onto her
face.

“Well class, I guess you've now realised my clumsiness, right?” asked Tonks, which was
answered with laughs, “Thought so. Well, my name is Nymphadora Tonks, but just call me Tonks. Call
me Nymphadora and I'll glue you to the wall. Today, we'll be throwing off the stunner. By
show of hands, who of you know the stunning spell?”

The entire class raised their hands, as they were all members of the DA from last year.

“Okay, well, you all know what happens when you cast a stunner. You knock the person out, more
or less. What you need to do when throwing it off is when it is thirty cm away from where it is
going to hit, you imagine the spell being absorbed by your body, instead of exploding on contact
and stunning you. Do I have any volunteers?” asked Tonks looking around the classroom.

Harry raised his hand, a confident look overcoming his features. “Okay Harry. Remember, when the
spell looks about thirty cm away from you, imagine it being absorbed by your body and kind of lean
back with the spell, to help absorb it.” Said Tonks, levelling her wand at Harry. *“Stupefy!”*
she yelled, a red jet of light erupting from the tip of her wand.

Just as the wand was getting to close for Harry's liking, he leaned back with the spell,
with the image of the spell being absorbed in mind. Harry felt the spell hit him, but he remained
conscious. He opened his eyes, to find Tonks looking at him with a smile on her face. “And that, is
how you throw off a stunner. Excellent work Harry. 20 points to Gryffindor.”

“Now, I want everyone to write me a 3inches of parchment on how to throw off the stunning spell.
The essay is to be handed in next Tuesday. Class Dismissed.”

Tonks left the classroom in a hurry, going in the direction of Professor Dumbledore's
office. Harry, Ron and Hermione left to go get ready for their next class, Charms.

When they arrived, they took their seats at the back of the classroom, awaiting Professor
Flitwick. When he arrived, he announced in his squeaky voice that, today they would be charming
objects to become transparent, and make them accessible for ghosts to use. “Now, the strength of
the caster determines how long the object stays transparent. Things like food and liquids can't
be changed, but almost anything else can be transformed. Take out a piece of parchment and begin
practicing the charm. The incantation is *Transferia.* You may begin.”

The sound of rummaging was heard, as the class looked through their bag for a spare piece of
parchment. Harry pulled out his and practiced the slashing motion they were to use for this charm.
He slashed his wand at the parchment, stating “*Transferia!”* A white light burst from his
wand and hit the parchment, causing it to glow white for a second before becoming the pearly white
of a ghost.

“Well done, Mr. Potter! You not only completed the spell in one try, but you beat Miss Granger
in performing the spell, which has never been done in her six years at this school! 10 points to
Gryffindor! Another 5 points to whoever performs the spell correctly next!” squeaked Professor
Flitwick.

By the end of class, only Harry, Hermione, Neville and Dean had managed to complete the spell.
Ron had managed to turn his to ice. Ron was listening while Professor Flitwick was explaining the
charm, so he asked Seamus what the incantation was. Seamus had had told him the freezing charm by
“Mistake!”

After dinner, Harry left for the Room of Requirement to meet Dumbledore. When he arrived there,
he found a door there, which led to a room with nothing but a note and a key on a table in it.

Harry picked up the note and read:

*Dear Harry,*

*The Key that rests on the table with this note is a Portkey that will take you to GH. That is
where I will be teaching you to apparate, and the basics of Wandless magic.*

*You will come to The RoR every night after dinner and take a Portkey to GH, where after two
weeks of training with only me, Professor McGonagall will start to teach you to become an
animagus.*

*I did not mention, however, that I would also begin to train you in occlumency and
Leglimency.*

*You may take the Key now.*

*AD*

Harry put the note down and picked up the key, feeling elated that he would finally be going to
his parents old home. He felt the tug behind the navel and was suddenly speeding forwards in a
swirl of colour and howling wind.

He landed with a thud on a polished wooden floor. He looked around the large room, taking in its
appearance.

There was a large fireplace on the far wall, with a roaring fire occupying it. There was a grate
covering the fireplace. In front of the fireplace there was a classic looking sofa that had
polished wooden legs, and had red and gold patterns on it. On either side of the sofa, were two
reclining armchairs, facing each other.

Against the sidewall, there was a small table that had vases, lamps and other decorative
features. The table was next to a door, which Harry would take after taking in his surroundings.
Against the opposite wall, there was a window, which looked out onto the Village. The wall opposite
the fireplace had another door, which was open this time. In the doorway was Albus Dumbledore.

“Well, I see you made it here safely, this is your mothers and fathers house. It has been
restored, with added rooms. The door I am currently standing in is the room we will be training in.
It has been made to absorb spells when they are hit. It is also very soft, should you be launched
against it. If you will follow me…” said Dumbledore's calm voice.

He led Harry through the door, into a white padded room that would resemble a crazy room, had it
not been for the Dark Detectors all around it. The room was so large; you could fit the entire
Dursleys Household in it five times over, and still have room for more.

“I will be teaching you how to apparate before I teach you anything else, as it's probably
the easiest thing you will be learning here. To apparate, you have to imagine the place you wish to
go in your mind, than you just jump your mind there. Now, what I want you to do is imagine the
space behind me, and try and jump you mind there. Hopefully, your body will follow.” Explained
Dumbledore.

Harry did what he was told, and imagined the space behind Dumbledore. He then pushed his mind
behind Dumbledore. In the back of his mind he heard a faint `Pop' when he opened his eyes, he
found himself right behind Dumbledore, but his legs were still in front of him. His professor
simply waved his wand, and Harry's legs were back where they belonged, under his waist.

Harry attempted several more times that night, splinching himself each time. Dumbledore sent him
back to Hogwarts at around 12 o'clock. His entire body aching, he made his way back to
Gryffindor Tower.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Sorry it took me ages to update. I just answered a
challenge, Making Her love Me is the response. If you read this story, please review!!!!! I'm
really desperate for them, I'll beg!!!

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11. The Gryffindor Lion
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**Chapter 11: The Gryffindor Lion**

**A/N: sorry it's taking me longer and longer to update my stories! If you've read
Making Her Love me (chapter 2) then you know why. My computer crashed.** **I have just found out
that my father will be fine. Thank you.**

**Disclaimer: Me and my Buddha sized body (not really) do not own Harry Potter or any of
it's characters, JKR owns it, and thank god! I'm not so happy about HBP! This is the sixth
year in my mind! HUMPH!**

The Gryffindor Lion

Harry woke up the next day, feeling like he had been cut in half 20 times, and then put back
together, which of course, he had. He had begun his apparation training, but had not been able to
successfully do it. Each time he tried, he splinched himself, sometimes his legs would stay behind,
sometimes his head would. And trust me, it's not the greatest feeling in the world to have your
body cut in half.

As he got up, there was a flash of fire, then a phoenix feather and a note appeared on his desk.
He picked up the note and read it:

*Dear Harry,*

*You will begin your animagus training tonight, meet Professor McGonagall in the RoR. She will
teach the process of becoming an animal. I hope you enjoy it.*

*From AD*

Harry put the note down excitedly. He couldn't wait to become an animagus like his father.
He went down the stairs to look for `Mione. He found her waiting for him on the lounge in front of
the fire.

“Hey `Mione!” said Harry, “I'm learning to become an animagus tonight in the Room of
Requirement. Do you want to come watch?” he asked.

“Great, do you think Professor McGonagall would let me learn as well?” asked Hermione, walking
up to him, and placing a kiss on his cheek.

Harry could still feel the heat rising in his cheek, no matter how long he had been in
experiencing kisses from Hermione.

“Let's ask her tonight, I don't see why not though.” Replied Harry.

They left towards the Great Hall to have breakfast, chatting animatedly along the way. They
arrived at the Great Hall, to find Ron once again consuming all the table's food.

“Hello Ron!” said Harry, being careful to dodge any food flying from Ron's mouth.

“Hey Ron.” muttered Hermione from behind Harry, also wary of the flying food.

“Listen, tonight I've got to go do some animagus training, `Mione's coming to watch, do
you want to join us?” Harry asked, secretly hoping he wouldn't come.

“Nah, can't. I've got to er… study… yeah, study with Luna; we're studying… er…
anatomy…” said Ron, turning a deep shade of red.

“But Ronald, I thought we were going to practice having mmmph.” but Luna was cut off by
Ron's hand covering her mouth.

“Got to go, bye!” said Ron, blushing, if possible, a deeper shade of red.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Harry and Hermione headed up to the Room of Requirement, chatting animatedly about how fast Luna
and Ron were going into things.

They entered the room, which was already there. Inside the room they Professor McGonagall
waiting in a plump armchair for them. The room was large, and resembled the DA meetings, but
instead of having books on DADA; they had books on Animagi.

“Hello you two. Harry, I hope you're ready to learn to become an animagus?” she said,
transforming into a cat, and then back again.

“Yes ma'am. I can't wait!” said Harry excitedly.

“I hope you don't mind me watching, Professor?” asked Hermione, nervously.

“Not at all…” replied McGonagall, “as a matter-of-fact, I think you should learn how to
transform as well, you are dating the young Mr. Potter, you'll be in just as much danger.

“To begin, I have to place a charm on you. This particular charm will select the animagus you
will transform into. It will then place the image of that animal in to your subconscious mind, so
that once you are able to tap your mind onto that image, you will be able to successfully
transform. D you understand what I'm saying?” said Professor McGonagall.

“Yes Professor. Would meditating help us transform, or tap onto the image?” asked Hermione
thoughtfully.

“Excellent; that was actually the next part of the training. 10 points to Gryffindor! Now, to
place the charm,” said Professor McGonagall, raising her wand “*Animagi Imaginae!”*

Harry and Hermione both felt very warm, while their heads seemed to be ice old. The feeling
began to numb, and they both collapsed, unconscious.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Harry woke up with a pounding head, and began to wonder what happened. He opened his eyes, only
to shut them again at the bright light that was being shined into his eyes by Madam Promfrey's
wand.

“Huh, what's going on?” asked a disgruntled Harry.

“Keep quiet, Mr. Potter. I have to examine you to make sure the charm worked properly.” Replied
an irate Madame Promfrey.

Harry sat still for five long minutes while Madame Promfrey examined him, until she was finally
done. He began searching for Hermione, but couldn't find her.

“Where's Hermione?” asked Harry, still searching the room for her.

“She's already awakened, I sent her away to the kitchens to get some food. You'll have
to go there too, it takes a lot of energy to become an animagus!” said Madame Promfrey, “Oh yes,
and Professor Dumbledore would like you too meet him in his office once you've finished.”

“But how long have I been out?” asked Harry.

“You were out for three days, Miss Granger woke up about an hour before, probably because
she's so stubborn. Quite a couple, you too make, you've both got such strong wills.”
Commented Madame Promfrey.

Harry blushed at the comment, and hurried out of the Hospital Wing as quickly as he could in his
condition.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Harry arrived at the Kitchens to find Hermione having a heated argument with Ron.

“Ronald Bilius Weasley! How dare you order these House Elves around! They are living beings as
well, they have rights! Did you think I wouldn't find out?! “ screeched Hermione.

“Well, I hoped you wouldn't…” mumbled Ron, idiotically.

“You idiot.” Harry muttered under his breath, “Ron, what did you do this time?” Harry continued,
louder.

“He ordered the House Elves to bring him and Luna food after they were finished doing… It.” Said
Hermione, with a faint blush.

“Oh. Ron, I'd run if I were you. You know, while you've got the chance.” Harry
advised.

“Right.” Ron said before running out the portrait hole.

“Why'd you let him go?! Didn't you here me? He was ordering the House Elves around!”
said Hermione, almost as if it was a crime against nature.

“I just wanted you to get calmed down, we need to rest so we can transform into our animagus
forms.” Said Harry, drawing her into a hug, “Aside from that, I also just want you all to my
self.”

Hermione began to moan in pleasure, as Harry nibbled on her earlobe.

“Hello Mr. Harry Potter sir. What's you doing to Miss Hermione? OH.” Interrupted Dobby, who
scurried off after realizing what was going on.

“Well, that killed the mood. I'm hungry!” said Harry, rubbing tummy.

Hermione “Humphed” and followed Harry to where all the House Elves were working.

“Hello Dobby, I was getting kinda hungry and…” Harry never got to finish his sentence though.
After the word hungry, a group of House Elves rushed up to carry carrying trays; trays carrying
with Meat Loaf, Pudding, Pumpkin Juice and other delicious treats.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

After Harry and Hermione finished eating they split up, Harry heading off to Professor
Dumbledore's Office, and Hermione to the Room of Requirement, to do some meditation.

Harry arrived at Professor Dumbledore's office, only to find he doesn't know the new
password. Just as he had given up hope of guessing the password, the Gargoyle opened itself up, and
let Dumbledore walk through.

“Ah, Harry! I was wondering where you were! I summoned you twenty minutes ago, why has it taken
you so long?” asked Professor Dumbledore, as if he didn't already know the answer.

“Well, you see sir, I kinda didn't know your password…” trailed off Harry.

“Ah, well, follow me, I have some important things to discuss with you!” said Dumbledore, “And
for future reference, my password is Gum Drop.”

Harry followed Professor Dumbledore up the stairs, and into his office.

“Harry, I wanted to discuss our training regime. At the moment, I do not think we are doing
enough, nor do I think we are training often enough! From now on, I would like you to train with me
every night from Mondays to Fridays, allowing you some time to rest on weekends.” Said Dumbledore,
“You can arrive at around nine pm. That is all.”

“Ok Professor, can I go now?” asked Harry, silently worrying about his new training regime.

“Yes Harry, you may.” Said Dumbledore, smiling slightly.

Harry sprinted out of the office, desperate to start meditating.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Harry arrived on the seventh floor and found the door to the Room of Requirement open. He opened
the door, and found himself situated in a clearing in the middle of a very large jungle. He
didn't know the room could make such a big transformation!

He began to search for Hermione, before he realized, the jungle was completely empty except for
a barn owl, and him. *Hermione?* Thought Harry.

“Hermione?” questioned Harry out loud.

The owl flew down from the tree, and perched itself on Harry's shoulder and nibbled his ear
affectionately.

“It is you! You got it on your first try!” exclaimed Harry, astounded.

Hermione hopped off Harry's shoulder and landed on the ground, all of a sudden, the owl
began to grow, and take the shape of Hermione.

“Well, that was painful! Professor McGonagall said it should hurt less the more often you
transform.” Said Hermione, hugging Harry, “It's your turn!”

“We don't even know if I can do it yet! Oh well, we'll see.” Said Harry, “What do I
do?”

“Well, first, you just sit on the floor, and close your eyes, “ began Hermione, watching as
Harry followed her instructions, “Now, it's basically like Occlumency, just think of nothing,
clear your mind of all thoughts and emotions. When you're ready to transform, you'll see
the animal you'll transform into.”

“Ok.” Said Harry.

Harry sat there for ten minutes, before out of nowhere, an image floated into his minds eye. A
lion.

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