The Apprentice Piece by jardyn39

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Action & Adventure
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 13/02/2005
Last Updated: 13/02/2005
Status: Completed

In the Summer before Sixth Year, Harry gets a job. Harry is soon called away but not before he
completes an unusual apprentice piece. After surviving an examination review, an encounter with an
Unspeakable and a hunting trip with Hagrid, Harry’s optimism for the new school year is sorely
tested by Ron and by something Moody describes as “lethal and completely unsuitable for teaching a
young would-be Auror. Right up your street Potter, Eh?”




1. Summer Job
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**The Apprentice Piece**

by Jardyn39

Part One of "The Apprentice Piece"

Introduction

This is the first of five self-contained but linked stories set during Harry’s Sixth Year.

The five consecutive parts of “The Apprentice Piece” are entitled: The Apprentice Piece,
The Crucible,
The Dragon,
The Sword of Light
and The Accord. A
Summary for the remaining parts is given at the end of the last chapter. A brief prologue for the
preceding parts is given at the beginning of each part.

Prologue**

Harry has returned to Privet Drive after finishing his Fifth Year at Hogwarts. He is resigned to
staying with the Dursleys for the entire summer.

Chapter 1**: Summer Job**

On a dull Tuesday morning in late July, Harry Potter found himself leaning against a wall
watching the slow rush-hour traffic move occasionally along the high road. It was just after 7:30
and Harry hadn’t quite woken up yet.

This was the second week that Harry would be helping George Hellar as his assistant. Harry’s
Uncle, Vernon Dursley had arranged for Harry to have this part time job, although Harry didn’t
think he would actually see any money himself.

George was a carpenter and joiner, and Harry guessed he was approaching retirement age. So far
they had been to several houses to fit new windows and doors or do minor repairs.

Although Harry was happy to get away from the Dursleys for a few hours a day, he wasn’t too keen
on the idea of doing carpentry at first. He didn’t think he would be of much use, never having
handled tools nor done any woodwork. Harry, though, had immediately taken a liking to George who
would patiently explain the job, the tools they would use and talk about the various timber species
that would be suitable. Harry would be directed to fetch, carry and clean up as needed but at least
once each working day he would be directed to do something actually for the job.

The first day had been the worst.

All he had to do was cut off a measured length of timber. The ends were to be square and it
would be used as a packing piece at the back of a frame. George made the first one in about twenty
seconds, including measuring.

*Simple* Harry had thought. He was wrong. No matter what he tried he could not make a
straight cut with the hand saw. He was soon mortified to discover he was surrounded by an odd
assortment of cut wood. He eventually finished by using a rasp to square off his best effort.

After what seemed to be an age he returned to where George was working to present the finished
article, dreading what he would say about the quality of his effort as well as the amount of wood
he had wasted.

George however carefully examined the piece with a wry smile. He wedged it into a gap between
the frame and the brickwork and directed Harry to pick up the electric drill. Following George’s
specific instructions Harry then fixed the window frame with four long screws. It was rather
satisfying to get something right.

"Okay, now let’s see about the other side. We’ll need two more packing pieces."

Harry’s heart sank as he followed George around the house back to the cutting horse.

George selected a piece of wood from the ground. Harry grimaced as George examined it, the end
of which was particularly bad. Not only was the cut not straight at all but it had split at the
end. Splinters were jutting out at an alarming angle.

George picked up the handsaw and cut the end off the wood. Harry marvelled. He didn’t need the
square to see it was a perfect cut. Not only that, George had cut through the wood like it was made
of butter. Harry had struggled to keep the saw from jamming every time he used it.

George smiled and handed the saw to Harry who shook his head slightly but none-the-less took the
saw. George moved around and placed his hand over Harry’s around the saw.

"No, Harry, place your index finder along the handle. Gives more control. Good. Hold the
timber with your other hand. It mustn’t move. Make your thumb knuckle like this as a guide and draw
the blade against it. The teeth are too low to cut you. Place the saw at the cut position and draw
the saw back." He pulled the saw backwards and the cut started. "Now move the saw forward
in a slow gentle action. Don’t fight the wood." Harry felt the saw move as George cut through
the wood. "Now stop almost at the end. Finish with short cuts and support the end so it does
not splinter. Okay?"

George let go the saw handle. "Okay, now measure the length we need and draw a square line
around it as a mark." Harry did so and prepared to make the second cut. He waited for George
to take the saw again but he didn’t. He adjusted Harry’s grip on the saw again and also adjusted
slightly his other hand. "Go ahead," he said quietly.

Harry drew back the saw trying to remember the feel of it when George had been cutting. The saw
had actually started cutting in the right place for once. *Here goes then*, he thought as he
pushed the saw forward in an even cutting motion. The end of the wood splintered slightly even
though George was holding it.

"Well done," George said simply. "Cut the other one while I fix this one. Then
we’ll need to clear up."

When Harry said goodnight to George when he was being dropped off back at Privet Drive that
evening, he felt rather proud of his achievements. He actually laughed out loud to himself when he
thought of both Ron and Hermione’s reactions when he boasted he had cut a piece of wood on his
own!

*

Harry’s reverie was interrupted when he heard a beep from a car horn and looked up as a familiar
plain white van drew up and stopped. As usual, Harry stepped forward to the passenger door.

This morning, however, the passenger side door opened before Harry got to the van. A young man
jumped out. He had close cropped light coloured hair and was wearing a wide grin.

"You must be Harry. My name is John Read," he said shaking Harry’s hand. He held the
door open and Harry got in and slid himself along the front bench seat. John jumped in pushing
Harry along further and slammed the door shut.

"Morning, Harry," said George.

"Morning, George," replied Harry as they sped off.

George, as usual, was quiet while he drove. John, on the other hand chatted constantly, making
observations and jokes. John was probably in his late twenties and wore a designer polo shirt with
fancy sunglasses in his top pocket. Harry would have bet that his tatty jeans were also a designer
label.

John explained, eventually, that he was assisting today because they were to install a large
timer screen in a house that was being refurbished. Harry started to say he knew as he had helped
load the van with the screen components yesterday, but John carried on explaining that screen has
been prefabricated at the workshop but has been disassembled for transporting.

John was constantly making quips that reminded Harry strongly of Ron.

They arrived at the site and Harry followed the other two up the stairs to where the screen
would be installed. Harry had never been to a building site before and looked around with great
interest, although he felt rather self-conscious wearing is brand new safety helmet and borrowed
safety boots. Unfortunately they found the opening that would receive the large screen was not
ready yet. John did not appear care very much but George was clearly annoyed that his plans for the
week had been disrupted.

Harry noted how much George was respected on site. No-one used coarse language around him. Harry
listened as George patiently explained to the Architect why his drawings wouldn’t work and
tactfully suggested the correct way to proceed.

As they couldn’t fit the screen, they spent the morning hanging doors and fitting locks. Harry
just fetched and carried, and he knew that the materials were far too expensive for him to mess up.
John just chatted most of the time.

John was very curious about Harry. Harry was obviously evasive when he answered John’s
questions. John had noticed that he was not like the usual troublemakers George usually took
on.

Later George returned from a meeting held upstairs saying they would pack up and come back in a
few days time. Before they left he went to the foreman to get their record sheet signed. The
foreman was reluctant to sign and George was not very forceful. George left the sheet with the
foreman while he packed up but Harry noticed John go into the office to have a word. He emerged
looking uncharacteristically serious with the record sheet, which he handed to Harry. Harry noted
it was signed and the hours have been adjusted to the entire day. John clearly didn’t like George
being taken advantage of.

*

The three of them spent lunch in the park. George was engrossed in a letter as John quizzed
Harry some more about his school. Harry had been avoiding these questions all morning.

"You go to a private boarding school? That’s not exactly a normal background for an
apprentice carpenter, is it? Normally George takes on yobs, like me. Trouble makers, you
know?" They both laughed.

"Well, to hear his Uncle talk …" began George not looking up from his letter.
"Anyway, Harry’s not an apprentice. He’s just helping us out, that’s all. Oh, Harry, I’ve just
remembered. You forgot your wages from last week. Here."

"Er, thanks. Are you sure? I thought my Uncle …" Harry asked as he took the small
brown envelope. Uncle Vernon had told him George would be sending his pay direct to him. Besides,
Harry was sure he had wasted twice as much in wood alone last week, something he had confessed to
John earlier. John had laughed and assured Harry that he had wasted far more when he started.

"Thanks," Harry said again quietly, realising that George intended him to have at
least part of his earnings.

"First pay packet, eh?" John mused. "Can’t remember what I spent mine
on."

"I seem to recall it was alcohol related," George said dryly. John laughed and nodded
enthusiastically.

"Hey, what time is it? There’s a reserves game on this afternoon. Coming Harry?"

George shot him a warning look. "Hey, I promise not to let him spend his money. Or get
drunk. Or …"

This continued for some time until they eventually bid George goodbye. The reserves match was
held at a football stadium a short walk away. John explained that the quality of the play would be
pretty poor since they were only reserves and the club was in a lower division. When they arrived
the gates were open and they entered for free. They joined a small but loyal group of supporters
and Harry had a good time cheering and groaning with the rest.

Harry didn’t mind at all that it was a truly terrible match. He even retrieved the ball once
when it had been kicked high into the empty stand.

Although neither side really deserved to win, the match ended 1 – 0. It had been an own goal and
John had been practically in tears laughing at it.

The small band of supporters made their way outside, making commiserating remarks to each other.
Harry and John made their way to the train station where John made Harry take the money for his
fare. They bid each other goodbye and as Harry entered the station ticket hall, John went straight
into the adjacent pub.



2. Chapter 2: An Unexpected Guest
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**The Apprentice Piece**

by Jardyn39

Part One of "The Apprentice Piece"

Chapter 2: An Unexpected Guest**

At about 4 pm Harry got off the train at Little Whinging and ambled along the platform to the
exit thinking about whether or not to tell Aunt Petunia about his wages.

He held is ticket ready to show it as he exited but no-one was there. He put the ticket back in
his pocket, thinking Mr Weasley might like it, and walked through the ticket office and past the
taxi rank that had no taxis.

He looked around before crossing the road. He saw two youths with bikes that he recognised from
Dudley’s gang. Their attention was drawn to a young woman sitting on a bench looking through her
bag. They must have made some remark because she looked up to them looking distressed. Harry
recognised her at once and turned to go over to her.

"Clear off, you two. Now!" Harry said aggressively as soon as he got close.

They turned quickly, looking alarmed. Harry for once was pleased that his false reputation was
intact. They withdrew hastily.

"Hello, Pansy. Are you okay?" he asked.

Pansy Parkinson just stared at him, clearly very surprised to see him. He smiled. "Those
idiots were friends of my cousin. Everyone around here thinks I go to a Secure School for Incurably
Criminal Boys. You look a little flustered."

"I think I got off at the wrong station. Now I’ve lost my ticket and the muggle in there
said I didn’t have enough money for another. Millicent was supposed to come with me. Mum gave me a
muggle fifty note for emergencies." There was a quiet desperation in her voice.

"Fifty Pounds? That should be plenty of money."

"I bought a tin of drink earlier and the muggle gave me change." She held out just
three coins. "I think I was short changed. And when I eventually got the bloody thing open it
spilled." Harry nodded sympathetically as she held up the twisted can. Somehow she had opened
the wrong end.

"Some day you’re having. Come on, let’s check the train times and the ticket price. Then
we’ll get you a drink."

*

"Okay, the good news is we’ve got enough money for your train ticket. The bad news is there
will be more than a two hour wait for the next one that stops here. We will have some change over
but I think you should keep that for emergencies."

She nodded silently.

"If you’re up for a short walk we can get you something to drink and eat at the
Dursley’s."

*

As Harry led Pansy into the kitchen is worst fear was realised. Uncle Vernon was home early.

"Er, Pansy could I introduce my Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. This is Pansy Parkinson. She
is from a school in the village close to my school. We met at the train station and I invited her
for some tea as she has a long wait until her train."

"BOY!" Uncle Vernon yelled. "How dare you bring another … another …" he just
couldn’t bring himself to say the words.

Pansy cut across him. "I hope you’re not suggesting I’m one of those freaks that attend
that mad-house," she said imperiously.

Uncle Vernon looked quite shocked as Pansy said, "You may not be aware but sometimes they
let them out of school to wander around the village." She sat down uninvited and continued.
"On several occasions I have had to send Potter packing. They do respond to simple
instructions but it can be hard work sometimes. This one seems particularly dense sometimes. You
must be incredibly patient."

"Please stay for tea."

Harry marvelled at Pansy. She was clearly in her element. Both Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia
revelled in her effortless insults at Harry. They just loved her and Harry thought she was enjoying
herself too as he was ordered about.

In no time at all they were being dropped off at the station by Uncle Vernon who had insisted
taking her in his car. He wasn’t going to take Harry as well but Pansy just ordered him into the
car.

Waving a cheery goodbye, Uncle Vernon drove off. Pansy turned to Harry who was grinning at
her.

"I can’t believe it! He actually just drove off and left you here!"

Harry laughed and shrugged. Pansy’s face was still serious as she said, "That was horrible.
They are *awful* people, Harry. I almost punched him when he showed off your cupboard."
She looked genuinely upset.

"Well, thanks for acting like you were having a good time," he said smiling.
"Come on or you’ll miss your train," and he steered her through the ticket office and
onto the platform. It was still early but the station was now busy with people returning from
work.

"Send me an owl so I know you got home, okay? Here’s a list of your connections. Your
ticket is good for the entire journey. And, Pansy?"

"Yes?" she asked absently, not looking up from the list, clearly thinking of her
journey ahead.

"Thanks for using my first name."

He slammed the door to the train and waited until it had gone before turning and walking
home.

As he passed a waste basket he dropped his empty wage packet inside.



3. Chapter 3: The Workshop
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**The Apprentice Piece**

by Jardyn39

Part One of "The Apprentice Piece"

**Chapter 3: The Workshop**

John insisted that George had to pack up early. Today George had been invited to the graduation
party of another apprentice named Helen Smith.

George was especially proud as she had just completed her part-time degree. She was currently
working for a large contracting firm and has just been appointed as an assistant site manager. John
had quietly told Harry that Helen had been more trouble than any of George’s previous trainees,
including him, when George had first taken her on.

Before he left, however, George wanted to leave Harry with some instructions.

"Harry, come and look at this. This is a technical drawing of a piece I want you to make
this afternoon. I have asked John to take you back to the machine shop so he can show you how to
use the equipment. Together you can do some practice pieces but you are to do the final piece
completely on your own."

"That looks like an apprentice piece," said John looking at the drawing. Harry looked
down at the drawing and was immediately worried. It had very specific dimensions all over it and it
had a rather complicated profile.

"That’s exactly what it is. You can use off-cuts to practise with but I’ve put aside some
timber that you are to use for the final piece. Unfortunately I don’t have that much of it so
you’ll only have one chance to get it right. It’s been in the kiln drying out and it’s ready
now"

"Harry, promise me you won’t let anyone help you with the final piece. You are to be the
only one who will touch the timber and no-one else is to even touch it until you have given it at
least one coat of the varnish that I’ve prepared. It’s all laid out in the ‘shop"

John looked down at Harry and seeing his worried look said, "No problem. We’ll have this
done in no time."

"Promise me you’ll let Harry do the piece on his own. No help for the final
piece."

"Yeah, Yeah."

"It’s important."

"Why? He’s never going to do a proper apprenticeship, is he?"

"Harry may not be a proper apprentice but he deserves a chance."

"He won’t be able to use all the equipment. The piece will be wrong …"

"The piece has nothing to do with it. No-one helped you when you did your final pieces did
they? Of course not. When you presented them you knew they were the best you could do. They weren’t
perfect, but they were good and you were proud to have made them. Don’t try and tell me you
weren’t, because you were. I’m asking you not to take that away from Harry."

John nodded.

"Harry, I just want you to take something away with you. I want you to look at the piece
knowing that even though it was something new and different you managed to create something on your
own. It will be a reminder that whatever you choose to do, trying your best will always produce
results."

Harry nodded, although feeling a little apprehensive.

"Wood is a natural material. You never know what you’ll find when you work it. Something
unexpected is bound to come up. It will go wrong, especially since you haven’t used the gear that
much. Just do your best and don’t be too critical of yourself."

*

John took Harry back to George’s machine shop. As they drank tea, John walked him around the
workshop explaining the various items of equipment and describing how they worked and what safety
equipment was needed.

He selected several off-cut pieces of timber from the store at the back of the workshop and they
set to work. John was clearly very skilled in using both machine and hand tools. First off, John
made a piece almost entirely on his own, showing Harry how to use the equipment. Then they made a
second with John setting up the machines and Harry going most of the working. Finally they made a
third piece where Harry did almost all the work under John’s constant supervision.

"You learn quickly!" said John, "must be the brilliant teaching, of course,"
he added with a wink.

Harry smiled as he held the final practise piece. Maybe he could do this after all.

"Okay, I’m going to call George to ask why he’s not drunk yet. You go and get the proper
wood for the final piece."

Harry went over to the small kiln that John had pointed out. He opened the door. Inside was one
straight branch about 18 inches long and about an inch in diameter. Harry reached in and drew it
out. He stared at it. It still had bark on part of it. It was nothing like the practise pieces
which had all started with wrought timber.

"Harry? There’s no answer from George. I’m going over to his place to see he’s okay. It’s
just up the road. Will you be okay on your own for a bit?"

"Sure, okay," said Harry, still looking at the branch in his hands. He sighed and
thought back to George’s words earlier. He supposed he had better make a start then.

*

About half an hour later Harry had prepared the branch and was just setting up the lathe when he
heard a small pop from behind him. He whirled around and was surprised to see Kingsley Shacklebolt
standing there looking serious.

"What’s happened?" asked Harry.

"Have you finished? We need to get away," he said seriously.

"Er, no. I’ve just started."

"What are you doing, anyway?" said Shacklebolt and he reached out to pick up the
prepared branch.

"NO!" shouted Harry, grabbing the timber away just in time. "I’m sorry, it’s just
that George, Mr Hellar, made me promise not to let anyone else touch it. I’ll put it away if we
have to go."

"Sorry, Harry. Dumbledore says you are to finish the piece and then come. Let me check this
place is secure and then I’ll fill you in. You carry on."

"Er, okay," said Harry, more than a little confused. "Oh by the way, John Read
went to check on George, he’ll be back soon."

Harry thought he heard, "No he won’t," from Shacklebolt as he walked out the door.

*

A few minutes later Shacklebolt returned with two cups of tea. Harry knew he had used magic
because the fine china looked out of place in the workshop. Shacklebolt seemed to realise this
because he put the cups down on the bench and waved his wand. Two chipped enamel mugs appeared. He
handed one to Harry.

"I’ve sealed the doors and windows. Hellar was attacked in his home tonight. He is fine but
he’ll have a headache in the morning. We intercepted Read. He’ll have his memory modified. We don’t
know who did it but they used stunning curses. We knew there would be a risk but both Dumbledore
and Hellar thought it would be worth it."

"You know George? Is he a wizard?"

"No, Dumbledore knows George. He’s a widower now but his wife was a witch. She was very
good friends with Arrabella Figg. She’s mad at you, by the way."

"Me? Why?"

"She heard you brought a certain young lady back for tea and was offended you didn’t bring
her round to see her," Shacklebolt was grinning at him.

"She wasn’t a *certain* young lady, she was someone from school. And if I had thought
of her it still would have been a difficult to choose the Mad Cat Lady with Hundred Year Old cake
over the Dursleys.” He paused a moment and pleaded, “Please don’t tell her I said that."
Shacklebolt laughed and held up his hands.

"So are you going to be long? I’ve no idea what you’re making, by the way."

"Well, it’s not going too well so far. That’s the drawing I’m working from over
there."

"Hmm. Looks like a wand, apart from the shape. I’d help but I’ve no idea what this stuff
does." He indicated the machinery.

"It’s okay, I’ll manage. It could be a long night though. Are you sure George is going to
be alright?"

*

At just after 3 am the piece was finished. After a final check of the finished dimensions
against the drawing, Harry wiped the timber free of dust and applied the varnish that George had
prepared.

It dried very quickly.

"Do you think I should add another coat? It has dried already," asked Harry.

"Well the drawing says four coats and it is okay to touch or be levitated after the first
coat."

"Levitated? Show me," demanded Harry and Shacklebolt handed him the drawing.
"It’s changed. These instructions weren’t here before!"

Shacklebolt levitated the piece and Harry applied three more coats. These took longer to dry
than before but eventually Harry held the finished article in his hands.

"Be careful not to perform any magic, Harry," said Shacklebolt as he took the piece.
"Mr Ollivander would be proud."

"It doesn’t have a core. It can’t really be a wand, can it?"

"I don’t know but Dumbledore thought it was important."

"Yes, so did George but not for a magical reason. He said it was for pride, it would
symbolise an achievement."

"Okay are we done? You won’t be coming back and your stuff will have gone from the
Dursley’s by now."

"But George …"

"Will understand. You can write to him later. Do we have to switch this stuff
off?"

"Yes, I’ll do that," and Harry went around the workshop turning off the breakers as
John had shown him.

"Here, take the drawing. I have a Portkey, Harry. It will operate when you touch it. I’ll
Apparate."

"Hang on, I’ll turn the lights off. Are all the muggle locks in place?"

"No, I used magic."

"Well let’s lock up properly and use the Portkey outside."



4. Chapter 4: The Ministry
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**The Apprentice Piece**

by Jardyn39

Part One of "The Apprentice Piece"

Chapter 4: The Ministry**

Harry slammed into a polished wooden floor. He picked himself up and dusted himself down. Where
was he? Ahead of him was a large window with small panes of glass with a glazed door next to it. It
looked like he was inside a shop. It was dark inside but moonlight showed the street outside was
deserted. Harry stepped towards the door.

Behind him he heard someone clearing his throat. Harry span around and automatically pointed the
apprentice piece as if he had his wand.

"Mr Potter, welcome. I … oh"

"Mr Ollivander. Sorry, you surprised me," said Harry and he quickly lowered his
arm.

"Ah, is that the piece. May I see it?"

"Sure," said Harry and he held it out but Mr Ollivander moved away.

"I cannot touch it, Mr Potter."

"No, it’s okay. No-one but me touched it until was varnished."

"I still can’t touch it. Please hold it in the light so I can see it better." Harry
held it up next to the lamp on the counter.

"Very nice. Very nice," muttered Mr Ollivander, getting very close to it.

"Is this a wand, Mr Ollivander?"

"It is." Mr Ollivander stood and looked at Harry with unblinking eyes. "Albus
wanted me to check it was suitable. It is. You’ve done well. You notice the unusual profile? It
starts as an octagonal shape at the handle end, changes into a square profile, followed by a round
circular profile and ending with an eclipse."

"Shouldn’t anyone else hold it then?" asked Harry.

"Oh, no. It will act just as a piece of machined timber in the hands of most
people."

Harry nodded as Mr Ollivander opened an empty long thin box and indicated for him to place it
inside. Mr Ollivander closed the box and handed it to Harry.

"The wand chooses the wizard, Mr Potter. You must not attempt to use it until you get back
to Hogwarts. It would be best if you entrusted it to someone else until you get there. It should be
safe in that box, but even so. Don’t ask me any more about the wand or its purpose now. You will
know very shortly. Albus will tell you. For now, just know that the power this wand can give its
*true bearer* will overwhelm an untrained wizard."

"I may not be the true bearer?"

"No. You may not be. Albus will know only when you use it. Now, if you’ll permit me I’ll
walk you over to the Leaky Cauldron. Tom has a room for you."

*

"Mr Potter, Sir. Good evening. I’ve been expecting you," said Tom the Innkeeper of the
Leaky Cauldron as Mr Ollivander bowed them goodbye.

"Mr Shacklebolt is in the bar, Sir."

"Harry, Hi! Come and have a drink."

"Er, I’m not sure I should." said Harry uncertainly. Shacklebolt looked like he had a
few already.

"Here, Mr Potter. This is a hot toddy. It will help you sleep," and Tom handed him a
steaming tankard. Harry took a sip. He felt the hot sugary alcohol sting his throat. He took
another, and immediately felt much more relaxed.

"How’s George and John?" Harry tried to say. His voice was just a whisper. Shacklebolt
suppressed a snigger.

"They are fine. Both asleep, which is what sensible folk do at this time of
night."

"Sleep would be good," admitted Harry. Tom appeared at once to show him to his
room.

"Nine o’clock, Harry."

"Pardon?" he asked, his thoughts on the bed waiting for him upstairs.

"You appointment at the Ministry is nine tomorrow morning. You can floo from
here."

*

At 8:45 the next morning, Harry approached the security desk in the atrium to the Ministry of
Magic. He queued behind an old visiting witch who thoroughly annoyed the security guard by spending
ages searching for her wand.

Eventually Harry presented his wand and was told to take a seat in the waiting area. As Harry
sat he watched witches and wizards move in an out of the atrium, all the time worried about why he
had been summoned. He couldn’t think what he’d done wrong.

"Mr Potter?" said a loud voice that startled Harry for a moment.

"Er, Yes?"

"Good morning. My name is Mr Wilkes. Thanks for coming in. Let’s go up to my office shall
we?"

Harry followed. Wilkes was as tall as Harry but quite rotund. He had a jolly look and said hello
to everyone they passed.

"Here we are!" said Wilkes as they reached the end of the corridor.

Harry read the sign next to the office door and had a mild panic attack. It read
"Examination Board – O.W.L." Resisting a strong urge to just run, Harry followed Wilkes
into the room. There were only two desks but the entire room was surrounded with an odd assortment
of filing cabinets and stacks of paper.

Two people were already present in the room. An elderly witch behind desk was chatting to
Professor McGonagall. They looked like old friends. Wilkes greeted the Professor and started to
make teas in the corner after indicating to Harry that he should sit.

"Hello, Harry," McGonagall said greeting him with a warm smile.

"Hello, Professor," he replied giving a nervous smile.

Wilkes started speaking with his back still towards the others. "I hope you don’t mind my
inviting Professor McGonagall, Harry. You should really have a parent or guardian present for the
interview but I thought this might be better."

"Er, not at all," said Harry.

After handing out the teas, Wilkes took out thin folder from one of the filing cabinets. He
opened it flat on his desk and suddenly masses of paper appeared. He picked up a summary sheet of
parchment and considered it.

"Now, about these marks," he said seriously.

It turned out, however, that Harry got good marks in both practical and theory papers for most
subjects and Wilkes complimented him on his DADA marks. Wilkes commented that this year Hogwarts
had an exceptionally wide range of marks on DADA, a few rather good but most exceptionally bad.
McGonagall smiled knowingly at him.

"The Minister stepped in and insisted we review your marks when he found out You-Know-Who
might have been interfering."

"And we told him to shove it …" piped up the old witch.

"Yes, thank you Agnes. The examination board is independent, Harry. No-one can tell us what
grades we may or may not award. However we routinely review and re-grade papers and we like to
think we take into account any special circumstances."

"Now, there are a couple of subjects that we need to look at." Harry’s stomach seemed
to clench.

"Divination. Everybody fails this. Okay, what colour tie will I wear tomorrow?"

"What?"

"Pick a colour."

"Red," said Harry and Agnes snorted loudly.

Professor McGonagall took out her wand and transfigured a rubber stamp into a lurid red tie. It
had "It’s Wednesday" neatly stitched across it in gold. Harry stared open mouthed at her
but she didn’t look at him.

"Thanks, I’ll wear it tomorrow. Sorted. Divination passed if prediction correct."
Wilkes wrote a few notes before continuing.

"Astronomy. As Professor McGonagall disrupted the exam …" Wilkes paused as she gave
him a severe look. "Sorry, couldn’t resist. As there was a disruption during the examination,
everyone’s marks were adjusted. You scraped a pass, Harry. Okay?" He looked up at Harry who
nodded.

"Now History of Magic. Not so good here but the Examiner noted that you were taken ill
during the examination."

Wilkes asked Harry some History of Magic questions and, after considering his answers, asked if
Harry thought he would have passed this anyway.

Harry looked down. "Not really. I barely managed to stay awake in Professor Binns’ class
this year."

"Well, your end of year tests before OWL weren’t that bad," added Professor
McGonagall, "I still think you would have passed."

"I’m going to mark this as a fail, Harry, but invite you to re-sit the examination in
November."
"Okay, thanks."



5. Chapter 5: Lunch with Dobby
------------------------------

**The Apprentice Piece**

by Jardyn39

Part One of "The Apprentice Piece"
**Chapter 5: Lunch with Dobby**

"Professor? Thanks for coming. I really appreciate it."

In response Professor McGonagall just smiled at Harry as they stood in the lobby waiting for the
lifts.

"Do you know how Hermione did?"

"You have to ask? Actually, Agnes thinks it may be a record. They are still checking so
don’t say anything yet. I’m not supposed to know anyone’s grades yet."

"Okay, sorry."

"You are to floo directly to Hogwarts and stay there for the remainder of your holidays.
Hagrid and Dumbledore are there but most of the other staff are away at the moment. Ask them to
take you on one of their hunting expeditions. They barely need half an excuse anyway."

"They hunt?"

"Well no, not really. They usually spend half the time tracking some beast until it gets
their scent and they spend the rest of the time running away. Stupid really, but they seem to enjoy
it."

Harry wondered for a moment what kind of creature would both Hagrid and Dumbledore running away.
Two chimes rang out announcing the arrival of the lifts.

As the gates slid open Professor McGonagall said quickly, "Well, I’ll see you in a few
weeks. I’m going up for another meeting. Is that box for me to take?"

Harry quickly handed her the box with the apprentice piece and then hurried to enter the lift
opposite. He pressed the button for the atrium and gave McGonagall a short wave as her lift went
up.

After a moment’s hesitation, the lift gates slid shut and the lift car descended. Harry watched
as the floors passed. As the atrium level approached, Harry readied himself to leave, but to his
consternation the lift continued down. He tried pressing the atrium button again.

The lift continued down. Harry was becoming concerned. He didn’t remember the lifts even going
down this far before.

The lift stopped and the gates opened. As they did so, lanterns lit themselves outside revealing
a stone walled lobby. Harry drew out his wand and listened intently. He heard faint shuffling ahead
and a shadow emanating from a doorway reached across the floor and up a wall to the side.

"Mr Potter! Welcome to the Department of Mysteries."

Harry stared at the smiling wizard that had appeared at the doorway and walked over towards
him.

"My name is Fides, I’m an Unspeakable," he said extending out his hand. "It’s
alright, the lift won’t move again until you’re ready to leave."

Harry was a little taken aback that the wizard had known exactly what he was thinking. He
stepped forward and shook the man’s hand.

"I didn’t think the lift went down this far."

"It doesn’t," said Fides un-helpfully, "It’s a mystery," he added with a
smile.

"I’m sorry to have brought you here like this. Unfortunately I missed you earlier so I
asked the lifts to bring you down when you were free. I know I should have waited for you but I’m
not keen on crowds."

"So, er, what did you want to see me about?" asked Harry with some trepidation.

"Well, I’d offer you a tour around the department, except I’m sure you aren’t too enamoured
with this place at the moment."

Harry just nodded.

"I just wanted to let you know that you are welcome to return at any time, when you feel
ready. Just enter a lift and think of this lobby and the lift will bring you. Please just remember
that we don’t allow just anyone down here so make sure you are alone in the lift."

"Thanks," said Harry, "but what makes you sure I’d ever want to come
back?"

"The Department of Mysteries is a rather misleading name. It implies that we are just an
obscure part of the Ministry. The Unspeakables are actually custodians of a knowledge much older
than the bureaucracy above us."

"And is that knowledge why you don’t let anyone down here?"

"That and the fact that it annoys Fudge," Fides said with a smirk. Harry snorted.

"One day you will have need of the knowledge we guard here, down in the lower levels. It is
protected because usually something that is a powerful good is usually capable of being powerfully
evil. Any wizard wanting to use our knowledge would have to prove themselves worthy. It has been
fatal to those found lacking or who have selfish motives. Can I offer you a cup of tea, Mr
Potter?"

Harry stayed for some tea. Fides told him a little of the wonders they kept down there. Harry
was sure that Fides was keeping something from him, something specific to Harry.

Harry listened intently to Fides as he chatted until eventually it was time for him to
leave.

As Harry re-entered the lift, a question occurred to him.

"Has Professor Dumbledore ever been invited down here?" he asked.

Fides smiled and said, "Yes, indeed. He’s practically an honorary unspeakable, although
that’s really only because we have never been able to put up wards strong enough to keep him
out."
*

Harry arrived in the Gryffindor common room. He picked himself off the floor and dusted himself
down before heading out of the portrait hole. He asked the Fat Lady what the password was but she
said there was none during the summer holidays.

He decided to head down to the kitchens for something to eat.

As Harry walked past the Great Hall he heard wild high pitched chattering coming from inside. It
sounded like a party.

Curious, he went over and pushed open the heavy doors into the hall and entered.

Seated at the four house tables were hundreds of house elves. They were chatting happily and
loudly to each other. Harry was quite taken aback by the shear number of them.

Quite suddenly, the chattering stopped and all of the elves looked over to him.

"Harry Potter, Sir! Dobby has missed you and hopes you are well!" shouted a familiar
high pitched voice.

Harry looked down and smiled at Dobby who had just dashed over from one of the tables.

"It’s great to see you too, Dobby." Seeing that everyone was still staring at him, he
continued "I’m sorry if I disturbed you. I was on my way to the kitchens. Please carry on
eating."

"Is Harry Potter hungry, Sir?"

"It’s okay thanks, Dobby. Please finish enjoying your meals. I’ll grab something from the
kitchen," and he made to leave.

"Would Harry Potter like to join us?" Dobby asked with some trepidation.

"Well, I’d be honoured. Thanks, Dobby. Er, that is, if nobody minds."

Dobby grabbed his hand and pulled him over to a table. Harry sat and Dobby immediately stood on
the next chair and whispered into his ear, "House elves is not supposed to sit at house tables
if people waiting to be served so Harry Potter must please not ask house elves to serve or they
will have to go."

"Thanks, Dobby. I understand," Harry whispered back.

Harry looked down the table to see all the house elves still staring at him. He reached out and
took a roll from the centre of the table. He sensed them relax a little and gradually they
continued eating and chatting quietly.

"I had no idea Hogwarts had so many house elves. Do you all work here?"

"No Sir!" screeched a house elf sitting opposite. "Our families are joining us
during the holidays."

Harry noticed there were some very young house elves sat amongst them as well.

"Well I hope you get some time to enjoy yourselves while us students are away. May I pour
anyone some juice?"

A tiny hand grasped a small cup and held it out. There was a collective gasp as the other elves
realised what the child had done. Harry smiled and took the cup from the young elf. He filled it
and placed it in easy reach of the child who smiled appreciatively as she grasped it with both
hands. Harry thought she was more interested in having some more drink and looked quite unconcerned
that a wizard was serving a house elf.

Dobby held out his trembling goblet. Harry filled it from the jug he was holding and was about
put it down again when another goblet was held up. He filled it, noticing that all the elves were
looking at him in wide eyed amazement. He smiled and decided to work his way down the table.

"You know my friend Hermione is quite fanatical
about changing the way wizards treat house elves." He said carefully, knowing that the elves
didn’t exactly agree with Hermione’s views about their welfare.

"You know, I don’t think she’s entirely right though. You’ve just reminded me that the
simple pleasure of serving and helping someone who is appreciative and deserving brings its own
rewards."

A few elves nodded to each other as he said this and the volume was noticeably higher by the
time he got to the next table.

"Er, did Hermione actually free any of you, you know, leaving the clothes out?"

"No, Sir! She is not our Master," squeaked a house elf as Harry filled her goblet.
"Only our Master can give us clothes and set us free!"

"Well, I’m glad. Actually, I wondered how the laundry got done if you couldn’t pick up
clothes."

Harry paused speaking but continued to pour.

"I think it’s entirely up to you whether or not you want anything in return for your
service."

"Still …" he wondered aloud, quite aware that every house elf in the hall was
listening now.

"Hogwarts *is* special. Everyone wants to be here, me included. My friend Dobby, over
there, was mistreated horribly before he came to Hogwarts. Would Professor Dumbledore allow any
house elf be mistreated while he was Headmaster? I don’t think so.

"If only we could be sure that house elves working outside Hogwarts are treated just as
fairly. Hermione is, in her way, campaigning for an abolition of house elf enslavement.

"I personally think that enslavement is wrong, but it should be up to you who you work for
and what, if any, terms you wish. If you want to refuse payment and time off, that should be up to
you and no-one else. You should not be forced to work for any family that mistreats you."

He paused and then moved to the next table.

"Somehow I don’t think that a change in wizarding law would affect the house elves’
enslavement. It might improve the conduct of the wizards though. Make mistreatment of house elves
properly punishable.

"Hermione can be very determined, you know. Once she decides to do something, nothing can
stand in her way. That could be a problem. Hermione means well but she could end up creating more
problems for you."

He paused a moment.

"You know what? I’ve come to a decision. It’s high time I took a more active role in SPEW.
What we really have to do, as a top priority, is get Hermione to change her campaign. That won’t be
easy.

"She won’t listen to me. In fact, the only people she might listen to, is all of
you."

Harry reached the last table.

"If we’re going to get Hermione to draw up a new manifesto, she’ll need to be persuaded
quite soon. We were lucky she had OWLs last year, so we might still have time."

He continued silently along the table. The elves held up their goblets but the entire hall
appeared to be deep in thought.

"Anyway, are you going to let me help out with some cleaning or what?"

*

The house elves did not let Harry help with the cleaning. He did however spend a memorable
afternoon helping in the crèche.

While three female house elves looked on in mild amusement, Harry dashed about retrieving errant
toys and curious elf children who were intent on sneaking off to explore.

Harry quickly realised the children were both very magical and very mischievous. They had quite
a time lengthening and shortening the legs of his jeans as he walked amongst them. Harry, of
course, pretended not to feel the material stretching and contracting until he looked down. He’d
then act shocked and bewildered to guffaws of high pitched laughter.

He couldn’t believe how fast they were. While he was allowing several of them to wrestle him to
the ground, a new game that quickly became a favourite, Harry saw out of the corner of his eye a
small elf get up and make a dash for the open door. Harry tried to get up as quickly as he could to
give chase but was delayed trying not to hurt any of the others still clinging on.

"Enjoying yourself, Harry?"

It was Albus Dumbledore smiling down at him with the tiny elf child in one arm. The child was
looking rather pleased with itself. As soon as they realised he was there, all the elf children
scrambled to greet him.

Clearly a favourite with the children, he beamed back down at them.

"I’m afraid I’ve come to steal Harry away from you."

Harry felt his cheeks redden slightly as the elves protested. Dumbledore drew out his wand and
waved his free arm in the air.

Instantly a small table laden with small treats and ice creams appeared. The children all rushed
over to the table and Dumbledore put down the child who was now keen to get to the treats.

Dumbledore stood up and turned to Harry.

"Hagrid and I are planning a short trip into the forest. I’m afraid we won’t be able to
spend more than a few days in there but you’d be welcome to join us. We were not able to go last
year because Hagrid was still away. I should warn you, he’s quite keen on finding an
*interesting* creature to make up for it."



6. Chapter 6: Harbinger
-----------------------

**The Apprentice Piece**

by Jardyn39

Part One of "The Apprentice Piece"
Chapter 6: Harbinger**

Professor McGonagall’s predictions concerning the trip into the forest had been entirely
correct. Hagrid, as a special treat on account that Harry was to join them, had decided that they
were going to track a Manticore that he was fairly sure was hiding deep in the forest.

Professor Dumbledore had confided to Harry that it was highly unlikely that there really was a
Manticore in the forest, and that they would probably just spend the time traipsing through the
forest. However, on the third night they had heard an extraordinary roar that came out of the
darkness.

"Hagrid," Dumbledore had said seriously, "that actually sounded like a
Manticore."

Hagrid had just nodded quickly with a grin as he grabbed his crossbolt and pointed into the
darkness. There was another roar and Hagrid pointed over to his right. Dumbledore placed a finger
to his lips indicating for Harry not to speak and then held up two fingers to Hagrid. Hagrid smiled
and shook his head. He held up three fingers indicating the number of Manticores out there.

They had not gone to sleep that night. Each kept watch intently until just before dawn Hagrid
silently grabbed Harry’s shoulder and pointed out into the half light. It was an extraordinary
sight. A pride of three adult Manticores and two small cubs passed by them. One of the cubs looked
like it wanted to explore closer to the camp but one of the adults quickly picked it up and brought
it back to the others. All of them had blood stains around their mouths, they had clearly had a
successful night’s hunting.

They had kept silent for a long time after the pride had disappeared from view. Eventually
Hagrid gave a great sigh. "Now tha’ were some’ink special. Really rare, ‘Arry, to see a
pride."

They packed up the camp and started off for the edge of the forest. They had not gone far,
though, when Hagrid froze and drew his crossbow up.

"The Manticores?" Harry asked quietly.

"No," whispered Dumbledore. Harry heard no noise but suddenly both Dumbledore and
Hagrid looked in the same direction to a spot far to behind them. They nodded to each other and all
three of them proceeded with Dumbledore taking the lead and Hagrid walking backwards at the rear.
Harry had no idea what was back there but he knew it must be something dangerous. He never did see
what it was though and soon they were out of the forest and heading for Hogsmeade.

*

Harry waited on the station platform waiting for the train to arrive. He was looking forward to
seeing Ron and Hermione again. He was sporting a bandaged arm covering a souvenir of his hunting
trip with Hagrid and Professor Dumbledore. He had emerged from the forest completely unscathed but
unfortunately Hagrid had given him a light pat on the back while he re-told of their adventure to
the drunken regulars in the Hogs Head tavern. Harry had been propelled across the bar and had cut
himself on a glass.

All three of them had sniggered while Madam Pomfrey told them all off, which was as soon as they
had got back to the castle.

As Harry sat on a bench on the station platform he thought back to the hunting trip. He hadn’t
really spoken that much to Dumbledore. He had listened to both his and Hagrid’s anecdotes about
past adventures and was pleased to feel included. They appeared to have been going on these short
trips ever since Hagrid’s father had died. Harry jumped as Fawkes materialised in a flash of red
and gold flames. Singing, Fawkes flew along the platform and handed on the bench beside Harry.

"Hello Fawkes. It that a message for me?"

Fawkes dropped the scroll he was carrying and took off in a flash. Harry opened the scroll and
read the message.

*Harry,*

*By the time the train arrives I believe a gentleman will have made his way to the station
platform. His name is Harbinger and carries a black cane with a carved white top.*

*Please bring him directly to my office. He may be reluctant to come.*

*Regards,*

*AD*

Harry looked around. No-one else was on the platform. He got up and was about to look around
when he heard the train whistle. They had arrived.

*

Harry pushed his way through the crowd, occasionally saying hello as he passed people. He didn’t
see Ron, Hermione or any of the others but he had thought he had seen an unfamiliar hat at the far
end of the platform.

As the throng cleared he saw a man in a green travelling cloak waiting to board the train. He
had a black cane.

Harry walked towards to the far end of the platform. When he’d got two-thirds of the way the
crowd cleared and Harry sped up.

Something caught his attention from inside the train. Harry stopped, curious to know why there
were still students on the train. Something about their whispered laughs told him they were up to
no good.

Harry withdrew his wand and entered the carriage a couple of doors down and made his way quietly
along the corridor. There were three of them that he recognised as from Ravenclaw House. They had
opened a trunk and were rifling through the contents.

His suspicions were confirmed when he heard one of them say, "Luny’s going to have to start
term without a few things."

"I don’t thing so," said Harry. All three span around and groped for their wands.

"*Accio*," said Harry almost lazily and he caught all three wands in his spare
hand.

"I suggest you repack Luna’s trunk," he said and they hurried to obey. When it was
done, they turned back to Harry, visibly shaking and darting nervous looks at his wand.

"I want to make something very clear," said Harry calmly. "No-one deserves having
their things tampered with or taken."

"It was just a joke," blurted out one.

"I’m not laughing. Luna Lovegood is a friend of mine. If any of her things go missing from
now on, I’ll be holding you three responsible. I suggest you get up to the school before I change
my mind about punishing you."

"Can we have our wands back?"

"No," said Harry, pocketing them, "you’ll have to apologise to Luna
first."

Harry watched as the three looked at each other until one of them shrugged and left. The other
two followed.

Harry stepped out of the carriage hoping Harbinger was still there. However he found himself
facing him as soon as he exited. Harry wondered how much of the exchange Harbinger had heard.

"Excuse me, are you Mr Harbinger?"

He looked at Harry in surprise but said nothing. Harry saw that his cane had a carved white
handle.

"Professor Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, asked me to bring you to his
office," said Harry.

"How did he know I would be here?" asked Harbinger.

"He didn’t say. The carriages are this way. Shall be go? My name’s Harry, by the
way."

Harbinger continued to question Harry all along the platform and delayed getting into the
carriage. Unfortunately, Harry could provide few answers. Harbinger patted the Thestral closest him
absently, still clearly wary of going up to the castle.

After some more gentle persuasion, Harbinger finally agreed and they took the last carriage up
to the castle.

*

Harry took Mr Harbinger up the steps and into the entrance hall. They could hear all the
students in the Great Hall. They went straight up to the Headmaster’s office.

As they approached the Headmaster’s office they found Dumbledore waiting.

"Welcome back to Hogwarts."

"Hello, Professor," said Harbinger as they shook hands.

"This is Harry Potter, James Potter’s son."

Harbinger politely nodded to Harry but did not react as most wizards did when they met him. He
did not stare at Harry’s scar.

"Harry’s mother was Lily. You may remember her as Lily Evans," continued
Dumbledore.

Harbinger did stare at Harry this time.

"Lily? You’re Lily’s son?" He looked quite shocked.

Harry nodded.

"Harry, would you please go down to the Great Hall and bring Professor Flitwick up to my
office. We’ll wait for you upstairs."

*

Harry went down to Great Hall wondering how Harbinger came to know his mother. He met Professor
Flitwick coming out of the Great Hall.

"Have you seen the Headmaster, Harry? The sorting hat is entertaining the students with a
selection of jokes and songs before the sorting." Harry heard a roar of laughter erupt from
the hall. "Oh dear, Professor McGonagall will explode if it gets any ruder!" squeaked the
Professor.

"The Headmaster asked me to bring you up to his office, Sir"

Flitwick looked surprised but followed Harry. The Professor gave the password and they rode the
moving circular stairs up to the Headmaster’s office.

As soon as they knocked on the door it opened and they were greeted by Dumbledore who welcomed
them in. Harry saw Harbinger rise from his chair and turn towards them.

Flitwick froze as soon as he saw Harbinger. They stared at each other for a second before
Harbinger dropped to one knee and bowed.

"Forgive me," said Harbinger and Harry looked up at Dumbledore who was looking very
seriously at the scene before them.

"My boy! Welcome back."

Harbinger looked up. Both of them had tears in their eyes as they embraced.

Dumbledore smiled and said quietly to Harry, "Let’s go down. They’ll join us
later."

*

"Professor who was that?" asked Harry as soon as they exited the office.

Dumbledore about to answer when they heard crashing coming from an empty classroom.

"Peeves! Come out here," Dumbledore commanded.

Peeves appeared looking murderous. Harry assumed he wasn’t invited to the feast again.

"Come with us, Peeves," Dumbledore said menacingly. Peeves suddenly looked
worried.

Dumbledore swept down and into the Great Hall at a quick pace. He had said nothing and Harry
assumed he was very angry. Harry practically had to run to keep up and Peeves followed muttering
simpering apologies that Dumbledore did not acknowledge. Peeves stopped outside the hall and peered
in. Harry went in to find a seat next to Ron and Hermione.

"My apologies. I was detained welcoming another guest," announced Dumbledore as soon
as he got to his chair. "Before we begin the sorting I would just like to pay tribute to
someone who showed great loyalty to the school last year and I didn’t have an opportunity to thank
him properly. Peeves, I would like very much if you would consent to join us as our guest of
honour."

Peeves looked thunderstruck. So did Filtch.

Peeves floated over to the head table.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Peeves," said Dumbledore clapping. The whole hall
erupted with claps, cheers and laughs. Even Professor McGonagall was smiling and clapping.

When Peeves was seated the sorting began.

*

As soon as the food appeared on the plates the volume of noise in the Great Hall increased
significantly. Harry had found an empty place at the Gryffindor table opposite Ron and Hermione.
Unfortunately he was sitting between the Creevey brothers.

"Harry, we’re going to try out for the Quidditch team this year!"

"That’s great Colin. I hope you and Denis get picked."

"The thing is," asked Denis, "we were hoping you would practice with us, before
the try-outs I mean."

"Er, sure."

"We were talking to some others on the train, Harry. Would it be okay if we asked them
too?" asked Colin.

"They aren’t all from Gryffindor though," said Denis.

"It doesn’t matter," said Harry tucking into his food. "How about Saturday? Find
out if the Quidditch pitch is free and let everyone know, okay?"

Harry noticed Ron frowning at him. "What?" he asked, looking down to see if he had
dropped food down himself.



7. Chapter 7: The Regiment’s Challenge
--------------------------------------

**The Apprentice Piece**

by Jardyn39

Part One of "The Apprentice Piece"
Chapter 7: The Regiment’s Challenge**

When they had almost finished dessert, Professor Flitwick and Harbinger entered the hall.
Professor Flitwick lead the way up to the head table. He had a wide smile on his face. Harbinger
had paused upon entering the hall to look around before following.

As Harbinger approached head table, several house elves appeared looking displeased. He was
surrounded. One held up a warning finger. "Master Harbinger is a bad boy. Master Harbinger did
bad things. Master Harbinger is not welcome here! You will go now!"

Dumbledore held up his hands and the elves turned to him.

"That happened a very long time ago. It was an accident, there was no malice. Every witch
or wizard here tonight has or will at some point do something rash. I have asked John to join the
staff as our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. However, if you have any concerns I would
be happy to discuss …"

The house elves turned as two more people entered the Great Hall. One of the elves said,
"We will discuss this later," and gave Harbinger a dark look. With a snap of their
fingers the house elves were gone with a loud crack. Harry had never seen the house elves so
assertive.

The two uniformed figures approached the head table and gave short bows to Dumbledore.

"Sorry to interrupt but I need to hurry. Dumbledore, may I introduce Lieutenant Davis, he
will be staying here to supervise the initial set-up," said the older man.

The Headmaster rose again and shook hands saying, "Welcome back Lieutenant."

"We’ve just returned from the Fen stores. We found about 300 tents. According to the
inventory there were supposed to be over a thousand in store but we can’t find them. We did find
two field hospitals though and we found that old Auror training tent you wanted."

"The training tent will be useful. Did you find any wands or weapons?" Dumbledore
asked.

"No. It was cleaned out. We caught a group of goblins we thought had been stealing from the
stores but they had an official release. I’ve no idea why Fudge would give them anything. I am
going to try and track down some of the missing equipment but I’d like to leave a contingent here
to start putting up some of the tents and one of the field hospitals. I know we can’t staff it yet
but it could come in handy."

"Quite. Please restrict your people to the area of the grounds we agreed."

"Yes, about that. You are going to have a lot of people wandering about the grounds
shortly. Not all of them will be trustworthy. Is there a way you can enchant the castle to reject
anyone other than staff and students?"

Flitwick nodded to the Headmaster.

"Yes, we will do that," confirmed Dumbledore.

"We don’t have anyone qualified to put up that training tent though. Are you sure you want
it? I’d just burn it if I were you."

"Thank you but we will take every precaution."

"I’m sorry to rush but …"

"I quite understand. Good luck, Colonel." The Colonel bowed again and left in a hurry.
The students were chattering to themselves by this time whilst keenly observing the comings and
goings.

Dumbledore stood and raised his hands. Everyone in the hall went immediately quiet to
listen.

"Hogwarts will shortly be playing host to a number of families who will be coming here for
protection against Voldemort and his followers. They will have access to the grounds but not the
castle. Voldemort will undoubtedly send spies amongst them. Please make sure you are never alone in
the grounds at any time. There will also be a curfew in place when they start arriving."

The Headmaster then introduced Harbinger as the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher and
Lieutenant Davis to the students.

"Is there anything you wish to add, Lieutenant?"

"Well I would just thank you for playing host to us and make it clear that we quite
understand that given the circumstances Hogwarts will not be able to accept the traditional
challenge of Regiment. I’m sure everyone will understand," said Davis with a small grin.

Dumbledore smiled back. "Well unfortunately I won’t have time to dedicate myself to such a
challenge." As he spoke Peeves turned to him in shock, McGonagall nodded gently.
"However, I don’t think Hogwarts has ever declined a Regiment’s challenge and it’s certainly
won’t now." McGonagall was shaking her head now and muttering. Peeves was bobbing gently up
and down in excitement.

The Headmaster turned to Peeves. "Peeves would you do us the honour of taking command of
the Hogwarts defenders."

Peeves looked shocked, "Me?"

The Lieutenant pulled out a glove from his belt and threw it down in front of Peeves. Peeves
hesitated for just a moment before diving down and picking it up. He handed the glove back to the
Lieutenant who was grinning at him.

"Sir Nicholas, would you act as Second?" asked Dumbledore.

"I would be honoured. Lieutenant please have your Second contact me to agree the rules of
engagement." They bowed slightly to each other.

"That’s settled then. I will arrange for a suitable prize," finished Dumbledore.
*

Luna came over to the Gryffindor table at breakfast and sat down next to Harry.

"Hi, Luna," he said, "are you okay?"

"I’m fine, thank you, Harry," she said quietly. "A strange thing just happened
though. Three boys cornered me this morning and said I had to accept their apology. I eventually
got them to admit that you had their wands and wouldn’t give them back."

Harry smiled and reached into his pocket. Laying the three wands on the table he said,
"Here, give them back to them if you’re satisfied with their apology."

"Thank you, Harry," said Luna picking up the wands.

She was about to get up when Ron rushed into the Great Hall and sat down next to Harry on his
other side, completely ignoring everyone else. Without pausing to get himself some food he said
very seriously, "Harry. I need a word."

"What is it?" asked Harry, putting down his toast. Harry glanced up to see Luna get up
and leave with an almost sad expression.

"It wouldn’t hurt you to say good morning to Luna, you know," said Harry before he
caught Ron’s serious look.

"I don’t want you practising Quidditch with anyone not on the team and definitely not with
anyone not in Gryffindor."

Harry laughed with relief. He had thought Ron was going to tell him something terrible. He was
about to go back to his toast when he realised Ron was not laughing.

"Joke, right?" Harry asked still smiling but feeling something was wrong.

"No," Ron said getting up and leaving.

Harry was too surprised to call after him to ask if was going to have any breakfast. When Ron
had gone Harry turned back to the table to see both Creevey brothers watching him.

"Harry, if you don’t want to practice with us, it’s okay," said Denis.

"Don’t be daft, Denis," said Harry, "I said I would practice and I will. I wish I
knew why Ron had a problem with it though."

Colin and Denis exchanged a look and Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Well, we heard him talking on the train. Talking about Quidditch. Ron thinks he is going
to be made Captain because Katie Bell said she wants to concentrate on her exams this
year."

"Katie isn’t playing this year? Shame, she’s really good," said Harry. "Ron,
Captain? I suppose after Katie he has the most experience."

"Yeah. That’s what he thought," said Colin bitterly. "He’s conveniently forgotten
that you won the first game last year, not to mention all the other matches you played
in."

"The thing is, Harry," Denis said dropping his voice and the three of them lent in to
hear, "that’s not all he was saying. Lots of stuff about not standing for any lack of
discipline. Anyone not towing his line would be off the team."
"Ron? Tell me you’re kidding, please," said Harry. They both shook
their heads.



8. Chapter 8: Saturday Practice
-------------------------------

**The Apprentice Piece**

by Jardyn39

Part One of "The Apprentice Piece"
**Chapter 8: Saturday Practice**

Harry woke early on Saturday and couldn’t get back to sleep. Eventually he got up, quietly
dressed and went down to the common room. He sat down and pondered. The Creevey brothers and their
friends wanted to start Quidditch practice early. He smiled to himself remembering their
enthusiasm.

As he couldn’t think of anything else to do, Harry decided he would make a start on his
Transfiguration essay. He grabbed his bag and was about to unpack when he thought he might as well
take everything down to the Great Hall. It was early and would be quiet. He could have some
breakfast while doing the essay.

About an hour and three cups of tea later, Harry had almost finished his essay. As he was
thinking about his conclusion, he was joined by Hermione. She too was carrying her bag and looked
surprised to see anyone else up so early.

"Hi," she said sitting down opposite. She leaned over and raised her eyebrows when she
saw his essay title. "I haven’t even started that one yet!"

"Morning, Hermione," he said, looking up and stretching. "Couldn’t sleep and
couldn’t think of anything else to do." He yawned widely as Hermione started to unpack her
bag. "Tea, coffee or juice?"

"Er, pumpkin juice please," she answered from deep inside her bag. Harry poured a
goblet of juice and placed it in front of Hermione. "Thanks," she said smiling as she
emerged with both hands full.

Harry was about to go back to his essay when a small group entered the hall chattering excitedly
and made straight for them. Harry guessed there were about twenty of them including First, Second
and Third years.

"Hi, Harry!" shouted Colin and Denis at the same time as soon as they saw him.

"Sorry, Hermione, quiet time is over," Harry mumbled.

She smiled and shook her head.

Harry got up and started to pack away his things. Some of the group had started to split off and
go to their own house table but were called back by Denis Creevey saying "Let’s sit together
so we can agree teams." He then looked uncertainly over at Harry, "Er, is that okay,
Harry?"

"Good idea," said Harry immediately, "but let’s give Hermione some space to do
her work."

"Have fun," Hermione said smiling down at her essay.

He grabbed his bag and joined the others at the end of the Gryffindor table. He sat down and
became aware that everyone was looking at him expectantly. He felt he ought to say something.

"Grab something to eat and drink and we’ll decide what we’re going to do."

Harry looked on in bemusement as each member of the group scrambled to grab something to eat and
drink. As suddenly as they had sprung into action, they became still again, each clutching their
chosen food item and goblet. Harry forced himself not to smile and thinking it would be impolite
not to join them, poured himself a cup of coffee.

"I thought that as we’re only practising today, we shouldn’t have fixed teams and we won’t
be keeping score. Unless anyone especially wants to play in a particular position, we should also
rotate around. Give everybody a chance," said Harry.

There was a general nodding of agreement.

"Now just for today, I don’t think we should worry about playing tactics and the like. If
you agree, we should only play with one bludger too. We won’t be playing proper rules, as this is
just a friendly, but how about if someone commits a foul they just get substituted early?"

Again everyone nodded.

"Okay, good. Unless you’ve got anything to add, I’m going to dump my bag and get changed.
Finish your breakfast and then meet me down on the Quidditch pitch," said Harry. As an
afterthought he added, "Oh yeah, Madam Hooch said we could borrow some spare pads she has, but
there aren’t enough robes. Just wear jeans and a tee shirt or something."

*

Harry stood on the Quidditch pitch looking up at the hectic play and grinning. He looked down at
his watch and blew his whistle to indicate another rotation. The players all flew down to form the
new teams and Harry took the opportunity to speak to them.

"That was really good!" Harry said enthusiastically before proceeding to confirm the
new players and positions. Soon they were off again.

The quality of play varied significantly. Some players were very good while others were poor.
Harry had decided to concentrate his efforts coaching those players that looked like they weren’t
enjoying themselves rather than those that were good or bad. He was determined that this should be
fun.

A lot of the time he felt that the problems stemmed from a lack of confidence in the air. He
would choose a player and shadow them, not actually taking part in the game. Some, especially First
Years, were poor flyers. He would fly next to them at low level around the pitch talking them
through simple manoeuvres. Some were clearly more experienced and this involved dodging in and out
of the play.

He derived particular satisfaction when a Second Year beater whose initial terror of the bludger
was transformed into a zeal Fred and George would have been proud of. Harry only momentarily wished
she were in Gryffindor.

At the end of the session, Harry blew his whistle for the last time and called everyone back
down. He looked around the group to see them all beaming back at him. Several were rather muddy,
thanks to over enthusiastic dives, but there had been no injuries.

"Well, I enjoyed that. I hope you did too," said Harry, grinning and looking around.
Everyone nodded.

"How about next week, Harry?"

"Well, the try-outs will be coming up soon. The House Teams will get pitch priority for
practice."

"None of us will get on the House Teams," a Second Year said dejectedly.

"That’s not true. Several of you are good enough now and all of you have the potential once
you grow in confidence," Harry said. He meant it too but some of them still looked down.

"Tell you what. I’ll ask Madam Hooch if we can practise outside the Quidditch pitch when
it’s being used by a House Team. If I get back on the House team I won’t have much time to practise
with you, but I promise I’ll spend as much time with you as I can."

*

"How was practice?" asked Hermione as she, Harry and Ron ate dinner in the Great Hall
that evening.

"It was good, they really enjoyed it," said Harry smiling.

"They weren’t very good," Ron said coldly. "I was watching from the stands,"
he answered in response to Harry’s raised eyebrows.

"You should have come and joined in. I thought some of them were very good, actually, but
that wasn't the point. It was about enjoying playing, not being good."

Ron went back to his dinner but Harry noticed Hermione giving him an appraising look.

"They want to carry on. It worked quite well changing sides and positions but they’ll need
to stay in position so they can learn to play better," he said. He would normally discuss
Quidditch with Ron but as he wasn’t interested and he wanted to keep talking about it, he spoke to
Hermione.

"Will you divide the teams into houses?" she asked.

"No," Harry replied at once. He had been giving this some thought. "Several of
them will be on House Teams anyway and we won’t have enough people to maintain full sides. I think
it should be anything but house teams. Besides, the comment I heard most often today was how
friends in different houses never get to play on the same side."

Hermione smiled. "Have you thought about organising a league or a challenge cup?"

Harry considered this. "No, I hadn’t," he said and paused. "The problem is that
the less experienced players would be disadvantaged. They might even be put off joining in. I want
to keep things strictly non-competitive for now."

She nodded.

"I thought I’d split each session into two halves. The first will be coaching on a specific
aspect of the game followed by a free-for-all game like we had today, except that people will just
be substituted and change sides rather than play in different positions too. I’m going to start
with flying practice next week, Hermione, so mark it in your diary!"

Hermione laughed and shook her head. Even Ron, who had been pretending to ignore the
conversation, looked up smiling at this.

"Hey, Ron. How about you doing some goalkeeper coaching?" Harry asked hopefully.

Ron’s face grew serious again and he returned to his dinner. "The House Team takes
priority, Harry. I may not be time."

*

On Monday morning, Harry, Denis and Colin were discussing organising their Quidditch practice
schedule over breakfast. Denis had just finished explaining that now that news of their last
practice was out, a few more people were interested in joining in.

"How many more?" asked Harry and he watched as Colin and Denis exchanged a look.

"Just a few," Colin said evasively.

"Potter, I’d like a word," rapped Professor McGonagall and all three of them jumped.
"Please see me in my office at morning break."

Harry watched her go up to the staff table wondering what on earth he could have done
already.

Draco Malfoy sauntered past and paused with a sneer on his face. He had Crabbe and Goyle in tow
as usual.

"I hear you’re giving Quidditch lessons, Potter," he drawled. "Must have been
trying for you, you know, getting the retards to understand the rules." Draco suddenly stopped
as he became aware that he was surrounded by the very people he had just insulted. Several had
turned around and more than a few stood up. Crabbe and Goyle didn’t look like they had noticed
yet.

Harry smiled. "No, Malfoy, they are Rebels not retards. I’m afraid you wouldn’t make it
into the squad. You’d be more than welcome to join the remedial flyers though, Malfoy. Next
practice is on Saturday."

"Oh, sure," spat Malfoy. "How many remedial flyers are there?"

"If you came," said Harry indicating a mock thought, "It’d be a class of one. All
the others are too good for the remedial class." Draco blanched as laughs and sniggers
surrounded him.

"Crabbe and Goyle would be welcome in the intermediate class, of course," continued
Harry laughing. He laughed harder when Crabbe and Goyle both put on expressions of surprised pride
until they caught Malfoy’s scowl.

As they sloped off, Harry couldn’t resist calling after them, "Malfoy, the remedial flyers
are doing take-offs on Saturday, so mind you revise the concepts *up* and
*down*!"

*

Harry knocked on the door to Professor McGonagall’s office. She opened the door and let him
in.

"Please sit for a moment, Potter," she said as she closed the door and returned to her
desk. "I have discussed the Quidditch team captaincy with Katie Bell. She has told me she
doesn’t wish to continue on the team."

Harry nodded. "I heard she wants to concentrate on her exams. She is a good player and
would have made a good Captain too."

"Indeed. I didn’t offer her the Captaincy but I did ask who she would nominate."

Harry frowned.

"She and I believe you would benefit from that role. Potter, I would like to make you
Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team."

"Me?" he said blankly. "What do you mean, *I would benefit*?"

"It would give you an opportunity to learn and practice leadership. You need to exercise
planning, delegation and management skills. All of which you will need to apply off the Quidditch
pitch as well. If you happen to win the Cup as a by-product it wouldn’t be too bad,
either."

Harry snorted but then asked seriously "But Professor, I think Ron thinks -"

"He won’t get the Captaincy even if you refuse it, Potter. He’s only played three games and
played badly in two. I would rather appoint a younger Captain so the team has consistency for a
longer period."

"He was just nervous," Harry said loyally. He paused and said, "He’s going to
hate me. He’ll think I took it away from him."

"No, being Captain won’t be easy. Will you take it?"

"Thank you, Professor. Yes, I’ll take it," he said quietly.

"Good. Now I’ve seen Denis Creevey practice. He’s very good. Try him out in different
positions, don't assume he needs to match Colin Creevey. Ginny will make an excellent chaser,
as will Colin. Beaters will need to be a lot better than last year."

Harry nodded.

"Find your own style of management," she said more gently. "I was watching
Saturday’s practice, Potter. Your leadership made it inclusive, fun and safe. It was entirely
appropriate for players with such a range of experiences. The House Team will need something more.
You will need to motivate to win." She got up and Harry followed.

"I trust you will be continuing to coach your rebels as well?" she asked with a smile.
"I’ve heard about nothing else all morning."

*

Harry stepped out of the office and closed the door, thinking more about what he was going to
say to Ron than anything else.

He looked up to see Colin and Denis Creevey looking at him expectantly.

"Well?" Colin mouthed. They looked too excited to speak.

Harry could not help it. A smile grew across his face and he nodded.
Everyone in the corridor stopped to look as both brothers ran off cheering and
yelling at the top of the voices.



9. Chapter 9: The Terms of Engagement
-------------------------------------

**The Apprentice Piece**

by Jardyn39

Part One of "The Apprentice Piece"
**Chapter 9: The Terms of Engagement**

"I have been asked to advise you that Sir Nicholas has agreed terms of engagement with the
Regiment," announced Professor McGonagall at the end of their first Transfiguration class.
Harry didn’t think she approved of the challenge at all.

"The Regiment is a mobile military organisation. Every few years or so it makes camp in the
Hogwarts grounds to carry out training exercises. They are here earlier, though, to set up the
refugee camp and provide additional defence.

"The challenge used to consist of things like flying, shooting and the like and only the
best senior students would compete. Professor Dumbledore widened the challenge many years ago so
that all students who wish to may join in."

Sir Nicholas came through the wall at that moment. "Yes, indeed. He was a Second Year
student at the time. He felt it unfair that the younger students should be left out and issued his
own challenge. It was truly anarchic. It took weeks to clear up the mess. Hogwarts won, of
course."

"Sir Nicholas, would you like to announce the terms of engagement?"

"Delighted. The challenge will take place from six o’clock in the evening of 31 October and
will cease at midnight. The winner’s prize will be to set off a display of fireworks commissioned
from Fred and George Weasley. The engagement will be strictly limited to a marked out area within
the grounds. Projectiles will be prevented from leaving the area. Any student may participate in
the challenge provided they receive the appropriate training from Peeves and agree to clean up the
mess the next day. The house elves will be forbidden to help. Participation is entirely voluntary
but only participants will be exempted lessons and homework for training and the clear up.
Everyone, though, is invited to the midnight feast after hostilities have ended."

"Are there usually many injuries?"

"No, Miss Granger. They won’t be fighting. It’s a food fight."

"Well, I should go. If you wish to volunteer please sign up in the main entrance lobby,
although you may not have time to participate properly," said the ghost as he drifted out of
room.

"Well, students Fifth year and over will not be exempted lessons nor homework in most
subjects. In addition you may prefer to attend the Halloween ball instead," announced the
Professor.

"Why are we having a ball?" asked Lavender Brown before Parvati elbowed her. Harry was
surprised she asked.

"Defiance," replied McGonagall darkly. Harry would have asked what she meant but she
was looking very serious and no-one else appeared to want to know.

*

To Harry’s delight, for the remainder of that day students would go up to Malfoy and tell him
"Remember, that way is *up* and that way is *down*!"

Harry had tried to tell them that Malfoy would only retaliate with detentions, point fines or
worse but it became clear that nothing would deter the Rebels from taunting Malfoy. The detentions
and point deductions were like a badge of honour. Harry even found out some younger Slytherins were
joining in.

Unfortunately for Malfoy, Professor McGonagall caught him attempting to hand out a record number
of detentions to a group of Third years. They appealed to her on the grounds that they were only
trying to educate Malfoy.

Harry almost cried laughing when Professor McGonagall announced at dinner that the points Malfoy
had deducted would be reinstated and the detentions cancelled.

When he composed himself, Harry asked Hermione, "Where is Ron? I haven’t seen him for
ages."

Hermione looked up from her dinner with a concerned expression. "He found out you had been
made Captain. Congratulations, by the way. He, well, I think he was a bit upset."

Harry nodded and caught Ginny’s eye.
"He’ll come round, Harry, don’t worry," she said.



10. Chapter 10: DADA Lessons Begin Again
----------------------------------------

**The Apprentice Piece**

by Jardyn39

Part One of "The Apprentice Piece"
**Chapter 10: DADA Lessons Begin Again**

Harry woke up early the next day but found he had missed Ron already. He dashed downstairs to
the common room to see if Ron was there. He called out to him as he was about to exit through the
portrait hole.

"Ron! Wait up. I need to talk to you," Harry said loudly.

Ron paused for a moment and Harry wondered if he would wait. Ron turned though and came back
into the common room. Harry made his way down the steps to face Ron.

"I know you must be disappointed not being made Captain, Ron," Harry began.

"Yeah?" Ron said aggressively.

"Ron, you’re my best friend. If there’s something wrong you can tell me," Harry
continued, giving Ron an opportunity to get it off his chest.

Ron paused for a moment.

"Yes, Harry, I was disappointed and I’m finding it hard not to be bitter that you took it
away from me."

Harry sighed. "Well, I hope you get over it soon because try-outs are next weekend. I want
you on the team, Ron, but it’s up to you. I was looking forward to playing with the King
again."

Ron smiled at last. "You sure you want me on the team?"

"Of course I do!" Harry said grinning. "I just hope Denis doesn’t want to try for
seeker. He’s quite good. I didn’t even see the snitch when he caught it on Saturday. Come on, let’s
go and get some breakfast."

"Harry," said Ron, "even Captains have to get dressed for breakfast. Go, on. I’ll
wait."

*

In their first lesson, which had been delayed until the second week, Harbinger introduced
himself and apologised, explaining he had very little teaching experience. He also added that
unfortunately they would not find much use for last year’s standard textbook and he hadn’t selected
a book for this year yet.

"If no more questions, let’s get started. I’d like four volunteers. It’s nothing bad I
promise."

Harry, Ron, Parvati and Neville stood at front of the classroom. Harbinger asked all of them to
point their wands up and produce some sparks in turn. They all did so.

"Good, now your homework task will be to write up and explain what you are about to see.
You four are exempted from homework for volunteering, of course."

Ron gave a, "Hah!" as those still sat groaned.

"Now Ron, isn’t it, please take this wand. Good. Please produce some sparks
again."

Ron put down his wand and took the new wand. Nothing happened at all when he tried to produce
some sparks. Harry looked as Ron examined the wand, wondering what was wrong with it.

"Good. Ron, that’s exactly what I expected. Now I’d like you to swap wands and so all of
you try each wand that isn’t your own. You might like to announce who’s wand you are using before
you try it so we don’t get too confused."

All four of them tried each of the others wands plus the new wand. Ron and Neville produced
limited sparks with three wands but none with the new wand. Parvati produced strong sparks with
three of the wands but again nothing with the new one. Harry produced stronger sparks than the
others using the other’s three wands but was staggered when he tried the new wand. The shower of
sparks was enormous. Almost the entire class dived under the desks.

Harbinger had been scoring the results in a table drawn onto the chalk board. When they were all
finished he thanked the four volunteers who returned to their desks.

He passed the new wand around the class and invited them to each try it. Hermione examined it
very closely when she got it, frowning.

"So, who can tell us what was happening there?"

Hermione put her hand up. "Yes? Hermione, is it?"

"Yes, Sir. Using someone else’s wand never produces as good results."

"Quite right. There is no such thing as a universal wand, after all it’s the wand that
chooses the wizard. However, there is a close alternative." He drew out yet another wand. This
one was black and shiny.

"This is a soldier wand. It is a mass produced wand that can be used, with training, by any
witch or wizard to produce a limited but fairly effective range of spells. They were developed long
ago in answer to the problem of soldiers losing or breaking their wands. They don’t actually have a
magical core as such but the casing is made up of a composite material. The core is usually made of
a ferrous material and is there just to give the wand strength."

He aimed the wand at the waste basket and sent a red reductor spell disintegrating it.

"Harry, have a go with this one. Shoot a stunning spell at the desk over there."

Harry aimed and shouted "Stupify!". Nothing happened.

"Parvati, please have a go."

Parvati produced a weak stunning spell before handing back the wand.

"Interesting, isn’t it. More to think about. So who would like to speculate what happened
with this wand they all tried earlier?"

"I’ll give you a clue," he said smiling. "Ron and Neville produced exactly what
we would normally expect from the wands they tried. Almost everyone in the wizarding population
would produce the same results. Parvati’s results were less common. I must admit though, Harry’s
was very unusual. I didn’t expect that at all."

Everyone looked at Parvati and Harry. Hermione put up her hand again and asked, "Professor,
what core does that wand have?"

"Excellent question. I look forward to reading your speculation on the answer in your
homework essays," he said smiling. The bell went.

"Okay, so twenty points each to our four brave volunteers, and twenty for Hermione for
asking the best question. Thank you, you may go."

Everyone rose to pack-up and leave except Harry, Hermione and Parvati. Ron and Neville were
ready to leave but hung back. Harry looked up to see Harbinger leave. He looked over to Parvati who
was thinking hard.

"Parvati, why do you think that happened?"

"I think I know why I could use the soldier wand. Before I got my wand I used to use my Mum
and Dad’s wands all the time at home. Now I can almost get as good results from theirs as mine.
We’ve all got different cores and I guess the soldier wand compensates for different users. What do
you think the core of the other wand was?"

Harry thought for a moment. "It felt strange. When I first tried my wand at Ollivanders, it
was the only one I could use. As soon as I picked it up it felt almost warm. I could feel the
power."

"I’m sure the wood was holly, the same as Harry’s wand. That had to have something to do
with it," said Hermione.

"Yes, it was the same wood. When I picked it up I didn’t feel anything but when I aimed it
I felt the power running through my entire arm. Hang on, let’s try something." He dived into
his bag and brought out the apprentice piece.

"This may not work at all." He aimed the wand in the air and produced even more sparks
than before. He quickly dropped the wand and clutched his arm in pain. "That felt like an
electric shock!"

Parvati picked it up and aimed upwards. "Be careful, Parvati, I don’t …"

However she quickly dropped the wand looking annoyed. "I can’t do it!"

"Harry, what core does that wand have?" asked Hermione.

"It’s not really a wand, it’s an apprentice piece. There is no core. I made it from solid
holly."

"Actually, Harry. It *is* a wand."

They all looked around. Standing before them was Dumbledore, smiling at them.

"I’m sorry if I startled you. I saw the fireworks from the corridor and thought I would
investigate. Harry, you will need to be trained before you can use that wand safety." He
perched himself on one of the empty desks.

"In most wands the core provides a means for the witch or wizard to focus their magical
energy. For most people holding a piece of wand wood has the same effect as trying to perform
wand-less magic. The results are usually disappointing and inaccurate.

"Most children raised by wizard families will get to use a wand before they go to school.
The magic they produce is weak because lack of training but their minds get used to it anyway. When
they try to produce wand-less magic they nearly always fail."

"Hermione, why don’t you try. Just sparks remember."

She took Harry’s apprentice piece and produced a few sparks and didn’t appear to feel any
adverse effects.

"That’s quite good for a first effort," he said smiling. He looked at Harry.
"Professor Harbinger doesn’t know you Harry, nor your wand." Harry nodded. "He also
has no idea what core your wand has."

Realisation dawned on Harry. "The holly."

"Only partly, but yes. You will receive additional instruction later once the Auror tent is
ready."



11. Chapter 11: Quidditch Try-Outs
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**The Apprentice Piece**

by Jardyn39

Part One of "The Apprentice Piece"
Chapter 11: Quidditch Try-Outs**

Harry, Ron and Ginny gathered in the middle of the Quidditch pitch. Try-outs had just finished
and it was beginning to get dark. Katie Bell joined them from the stands. Harry had asked her to
observe the try-outs and give her comments.

"Hi, Katie," Harry greeted her. "Thanks for helping."

Harry consulted the notes he had been taking during the try-outs.

"Okay. First of all Denis Creevey. I thought he did very well as seeker. I only just
managed to beat him to the snitch."

"But you got it, Harry," said Katie. "Denis is a good flyer but I thought he did
better as a chaser. He and Ginny linked up well a couple of times." Ginny nodded.

"Ginny, you are definitely a Chaser. You scored more than anyone else tonight." Harry
said smiling. Ginny blushed a little.

"I thought Stead did marginally better than the others," said Harry. "I’d select
him for the last chaser position."

"Beaters," continued Harry. "Colin Creevey did very well but the second beater is
harder to choose. I’d go with Peter Johnson on the grounds that he can hit well and we can work on
his flying."

Everyone nodded in agreement. Ron clapped his hands saying, "Alright, let’s go celebrate
the formation of a new winning team!"

"Hang on," said Harry, still looking through his notes. "Firstly, I’d also like
to nominate some reserves. Patrick Stephens wasn’t bad as a chaser today but made a couple of great
saves for the Rebels. Smith is a very good flyer as is Brian Clay. I’m going to make all three
reserves. They are Second years and may not get a game this year, but if we get injuries we should
still be able to put a team out."

"Secondly, Ginny, I’d like you to be lead chaser and play maker. As I’ll be off in the
clouds during the match, I won’t be able to direct play. It’ll be up to you to decide play changes
during the match. Start by selecting some simple moves we can practice to start with."

Ginny looked at him in surprise but nodded.

"Ron, I’d like you to be Vice-Captain. If any decision is needed and I’m not there, Ron
decides." Harry looked at Ron. He was looking down but nodded in acceptance.

"Finally, I’d like all of the team to help coach the Rebels. Eventually I hope to put
together a Rebel side that we can practice against."
*

Harbinger greeted the Sixth Year students as they entered the classroom saying "Welcome.
Please quickly copy down your homework assignment and then put your things away."

On the board were two assignments:

*"1. Describe in detail everything to see that appears to be happening to your fellow
students including their reactions. You may also describe what you see and feel yourself but this
is not a requirement. (Max score 50%)"*

*"2. Speculate on the cause of the effects (if any) observed under Question 1. (Max Score
50%)"*

When the last person had put away their things, the classroom door opened. In came Dobby and
Winky pushing an enormous wheel-tray of mugs and a large steaming stainless steel urn. Harry could
smell hot drinking chocolate.

"Dobby and Winky. Ah, thank you so much," said Harbinger as they came through the
door. "Could I ask you to stay and assist?"

Dobby beamed and nodded. Winky looked like she would rather not be there and positioned herself
behind the trolley.

"Madam Pomfrey assures me that there is no better cure for a shock than Winky and Dobby’s
chocolate drink. You may excuse yourself and partake of a mug at any time. Er, if anyone is
unfortunate enough to be allergic to chocolate please say so now. No? Okay then."

He walked slowly around the classroom. "I’d like everyone to put away their wands. Just as
a safety precaution. You’ll understand in a moment why. Good, now everyone stand up and look
around."

There was a nervous expectation and a couple of short laughs. Nothing appeared to be happening
except that Harbinger was still walking between the desks.

"Just remember you are observing each others reactions. You may not see …"

"ARGH!" shouted Ron and he leapt to one side, grabbed his chair and was about to hit
his desk with it when he froze with a confused expression. He was breathing heavily and shaking as
he put his chair back down. He looked at Harbinger and was about to ask something when they heard a
small scream.

Harry saw Dobby grab Ron’s arm and guide him over to the trolley.

Gradually the centre of the classroom cleared as more and more people reacted in various ways
and were lead over for a chocolate drink. No-one seemed happy to say out loud what they had seen
but Harry thought they were each seeing something different.

Eventually only Harry, Hermione and Parvati were left.

"Okay," said Harbinger calmly. Looking over to the remaining students he asked,
"Well do you think we should, er, turn up the volume so they can see too or should we let them
off?" He was smiling.

There was a general murmur indicating that they should not be let off.

"Well, perhaps we should ask for volunteers then." Harry looked at Hermione who was
looking very uncomfortable, and then raised his hand. He saw Parvati had also raised her hand. She
was laughing nervously as she looked back at the others.

"Ready with the chocolate, Winky? This might be bad," Harbinger said dryly, looking
directly at Harry. Harry braced himself. Behind him Hermione suddenly gave a loud scream and ran
out of the room. Parvati collapsed into hysterical laughter.

Hearing the scream, Harbinger spun around looking horrified. "Winky, go after her!" he
shouted but the house elf had already given chase.

"I didn’t intend that. I was aiming for you Parvati, not Hermione."

"You did get me," she said composing herself, "but Hermione was directly behind.
She must have got the same thing."

Harry was halfway to the door when Dobby intercepted him. "Miss will be okay. Winky will
see to her."

Harbinger said, "Well on that note I think we’ll leave it there. Class dismissed."

Parvati went over to Harry. "What did you see?" he demanded.

"Hermione might not want anyone to know so I won’t say. It was just an illusion, just a bit
different from the others. I got the joke but Hermione wouldn’t have appreciated it. She’ll be fine
once she calms down and realises it wasn’t real."

*

Very late that evening Harry waited in common room. Hermione had not returned for any of her
lessons and he had been quite concerned. He was dozing but woke when he felt a pull under his
seat.

"Hi," he said before opening his eyes.

"Sorry Harry, I didn’t mean to wake you. You were sitting on the handle of my bag,"
whispered Hermione. She was wearing her dressing gown and had puffy bloodshot eyes.

"I waited ages for you. In the end I thought I’d keep your bag. Knew you’d want it back
before dawn," he yawned.

Hermione sat down. She looked calm but had clearly been crying.

"I won’t ask you what happened, but I’ve been worried. Are you okay?"

"I will be. How’s Parvati?"

"Whatever you shared, she really enjoyed it. Said it was a joke but that you wouldn’t get
it," he said gently. "She has refused to say what she saw and Harbinger wouldn’t say what
anyone saw."

Hermione started to smile but then her face began to screw up as she fought not to cry. Harry
reached out and pulled her into a hug. She burst into tears, his shoulder muffling her cries.
Gradually her breathing became more regular until finally Harry felt a great sigh.

She pulled away from him. "Thanks Harry, I needed another good cry."

"Any time," Harry said gently and they smiled at each other. She then got up and
immediately sat down on his other side. Harry looked at her confused.

"That side’s a bit wet," she said as she lent in and rested her head on his other
shoulder. He snorted loudly, trying to stop when she made a "Shhh" noise.

"About what happened …"

"I don’t need to know, Hermione. Just so long as you’re alright," he whispered and put
his arm around her.

"I was so embarrassed. No, it was way beyond embarrassment. I was just standing there
wondering how you would react when I realised what had happened. Silly, really. I knew the others
were just seeing illusions. I think the others were just seeing things. I first felt it and then
looked down and …"

She paused to draw a deep shuddering breath. Harry drew her closer.

"Harbinger apologised after. He hadn’t intended me to feel that at all."

There was a small click that made both of them look up. Parvati was coming down the stairs.
Hermione leaned back when she saw who it was.

"You look better," she whispered, kneeling in front of Hermione and smiling. "I
saw your bed was empty so I thought I’d look for you. Hey, we hid that bag."

"Sorry, needed it for bait," said Harry.

"I can’t believe you just laughed," croaked Hermione with a smile.

"Well, you know," Parvati said, raising her eyebrows. "I quite enjoyed it
really." Both girls laughed silently. "I wonder how he knew I wouldn’t, well …"

"Run screaming from the room in hysterics?"

"Yes."

"Must be on your school record: Watch out for Parvati, she likes to …"

"Hey!" Parvati said laughing. She stood up. "Well as you’re obviously feeling
better I’m going back to bed. No more work tonight though, okay?" She turned and left.

Harry realised there was an understanding between them he might never penetrate.

Hermione slowly pulled herself away from Harry and brushed her hands through her hair.

*

Harry entered the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. He was early and as the door was open
decided to wait inside. In the classroom Hermione was talking to Professor Harbinger.

Harry was about to leave, not wishing to intrude on a private conversation, when he realised
Hermione looked upset. She was holding an essay.

He turned and closed the door and joined them.

Harbinger smiled at Harry and continued gently, "Hermione, I don’t want you to write about
what you saw and felt. No-body got any marks describing their own experiences."

"But I only got a P," she pleaded.

"Only because you didn’t answer the second part. You gave almost a perfect answer to the
first part."

"I didn’t know how to answer it," she admitted. "Nothing in the library
fitted."

"There isn’t a right or wrong answer. I just wanted you to speculate, that’s all."

They heard a laugh outside which meant they would soon be joined by their classmates. Harry
became concerned that Hermione would be embarrassed if the other saw her upset. He made to bar the
door but Professor Harbinger pointed his wand at the door and it locked. It sounded like Malfoy had
slammed into the door on the other side.

"How do I answer it if there’s not a right answer?" she complained.

"Well as you won’t let me just give you a higher mark," Harbinger began.

Hermione frowned at him, "Not unless the essay deserves it!"

"Okay. Copy Neville’s," Harbinger said with a
smirk. "No, better get Harry to ask Neville if he can copy."

Harry smiled. "That I can do!"

Hermione rolled her watery eyes.

"*Portus*," said Professor Harbinger as he pointed his wand at his chalk eraser.
"Both of you take this to Myrtle’s bathroom. Come back when you’re ready, not
before."
Twenty minutes later they returned to Harbinger’s classroom and handed him back
the eraser.



12. Chapter 12: Great Hall Training
-----------------------------------

**The Apprentice Piece**

by Jardyn39

Part One of "The Apprentice Piece"
**Chapter 12: Great Hall Training**

Harry pushed open the heavy doors to the Great Hall. It was around nine o’clock in the
evening.

The house tables had been stacked to one side and in the middle of the room were five low padded
stools surrounded by large plump cushions on mats. The stools had square tops that were about three
feet wide. On the top of each stood a small child. Each of the children was laughing and
giggling.

"Ah, Harry," said Harbinger as he entered. "I hope this is convenient. I was
talking to Professor Dumbledore earlier and he thought you might like to take some additional
defence lessons."

"Er," said Harry, "I would."

"Well, as the tent isn’t ready yet, I was hoping to give you something to think about
before we start properly. Now, I know you are involved with quite a lot of extra curricula
activities, so we’ll move our time around to suit. Is that okay?"

"Yes, that’d be great."

"Good," said Harbinger clapping his hands and moving between Harry and the children.
He turned to face Harry and smiled. "Now Harry, I’d like you to met some friends of mine who
have volunteered to help us tonight. Everyone, this is Harry."

"Hi Harry!" cried each of the children. Harry waved and smiled back.

"Now I’d like all of you to just stand quietly on the stools while I tell Harry some
things," Harbinger said gently.

As Harbinger turned to face him, Harry was alarmed to see one of the children pushed off her
stool by some unseen force. She screamed and landed safely on the cushions to howls of laughter
from the others. She immediately scrambled up and climbed back onto the stool.

Harry looked at the other children. Each had mingled expressions of anticipation as they waited
for the same thing to happen to them. Suddenly two more children were pushed off their stools.

Harbinger cleared his throat above all the noise and Harry’s attention was brought back to him.
Harry realised that it was Harbinger that was somehow pushing the children off the stools although
he wasn’t using his wand, saying any incantation nor waving his arms.

"Sometimes, you want to do magic but don’t have a wand. Sometimes, you want to do magic,
but can’t say the words. Sometimes, you want to do magic, but can’t move your limbs," said
Harbinger as he glanced back at the children. All of them had clambered back onto the stools.

Four of them were immediately pushed off, leaving the smallest and youngest looking to complain
with a "Hey, me too!"

She was immediately lifted into the air, turned in a complicated mid-air loop and then drifted
gently down onto the cushions. She screamed with delight.

Harbinger went over to them and said, "Okay, It’s getting late."

Harry smiled at their immediate protests, so much like the elf children.

"Okay! Okay, one more go after Harry has a try," Harbinger said raising his hands.
Harry immediately felt a push and he landed on the cushions. It was like a momentary warm
breeze.

"Alright, which one of you did that? Go and apologise to Harry," he said to the eldest
girl, who was looking at Harry sheepishly.

Harry just grinned at her and said, "Show me that again!"
*

Harry carried the chest with the training ball set back to the changing rooms. He was the last
to leave the pitch and it was getting dark.

They had just completed their third full training session and Harry was doing some hard
thinking. The new Chasers were doing very well. Harry couldn’t believe how well Ginny had organised
them. She and Denis already had an impressive list of plays.

Both the beaters were improving and gradually learning to follow the plays. This wasn’t always
easy as Ginny changed between plays so quickly. Colin was making a very good beater and Harry was
pleased that he was helping Brian Clay, even though he was only a reserve.

Harry stopped before he entered the changing rooms and dropped the chest. He sat down, deep in
thought.

His biggest concern was Ron.

Harry hated to admit it to himself, but Ron was becoming a divisive influence on the team. Harry
had hoped he would get over his disappointment. He understood that Ron would need time to sort
himself out.

Only this evening, Harry had arrived at the changing rooms only to spend ten minutes stopping an
argument. Ginny and Colin had been too angry to tell him what was wrong. Denis eventually managed
to tell Harry that the Chasers wanted to practise penalties but Ron had insisted that they do
in-play manoeuvres again.

Harry had supported Ron on the basis that as Vice-Captain he was entitled to make decisions in
Harry’s absence. At the same time he was very angry with Ron for not only creating the argument but
also having it in front of the Rebel players Harry had invited.

Harry shook his head and looked up to see Ginny standing a few paces away looking at him.

"I’m sorry, Ginny."

"No, you were right. I shouldn’t have argued," she said as she came over. "Budge
up," she said sitting next to him on the chest.

They sat for a moment in the quiet.

"I wasn’t just annoyed with Ron for changing my plans," she said, "it was like he
was going to disagree with whatever I said. He wants to be the play maker, like Wood used to
be."

"Wood used to do a lot of planning and shout a lot," said Harry, "but he never
really influenced the Chasers in play. You are the play-maker, Ginny, and from now on practices
will be based on what you need. Just promise me you will go along with whatever Ron decides until I
change it for you."

"Thanks, Harry," she said, "I’ll try."

Ginny paused a moment and then said, "Patrick was good again, wasn’t he?"

"Yes," said Harry, "of the Rebels he’s one of the best. I’ve been trying to get
some goal-keeping coaching for him, but none of the other Houses have much experience this year and
Ron’s pretty cool to the idea."

"Why?"

"I think he feels threatened, that he might loose his place. I’ve tried to tell him that’s
rubbish but it’s still that what’s affecting his game."

"Selfish prat."

"That’s not fair, Ginny."

"No? How come you keep making Denis stand in as seeker?"
"He’s good at it and I think he can get better. Actually though, we must try
and break his habit of catching the snitch while he’s playing chaser," Harry said smiling,
"or Madam Hooch might have something to say!" They both laughed remembering Denis’
antics.



13. Chapter 13: The First Match
-------------------------------

**The Apprentice Piece**

by Jardyn39

Part One of "The Apprentice Piece"
**Chapter 13: The First Match**

Harry rushed into the Hospital Wing, looking around. He saw Hermione sitting on the end of the
bed chatting happily to Patrick Stephens who was being fussed over by Madam Pomfrey.

"What happened?" gasped Harry, skidding to a stop.

Patrick was smiling but had a rather flushed face. His arm was in a sling.

"Hi, Harry," said Hermione, smiling at him. "Patrick should be fine, just so long
as he stops diving off the tops of staircases. I found him in a heap when I was coming back from
the library."

She turned back to Patrick, "Well if you’re okay, I’ll be going. See you later."
Patrick blushed as she turned and went.

"I just slipped," said Patrick, his eyes following Hermione out of the door.

"He’ll be fine. That was a nasty sprain as well as a couple of breaks," Madam Pomfrey.
"Five minutes only, Potter."

Harry sat down. "You’ll be fine. Madam Pomfrey can fix anything," he said smiling.

"Er, I might have to miss a couple of training sessions," said Patrick.

"Take as long as you need but I’d get back up there as soon as I could. I always feel like
I leave my troubles on the ground when I fly."

Patrick grinned but then his smile faltered. Harry was about to ask him if anything was wrong
when a large and rowdy group of Second Years came to visit.

Harry bid him goodnight as Madam Pomfrey began shouting at the visitors. Just as he closed the
Wing doors, Harry found himself facing the Headmaster and stopped abruptly.

"Good evening, Harry," said Dumbledore smiling, "It sounds like Madam Pomfrey is
busy at the moment. Perhaps I’ll visit Mr Stephens later."

"Yes, Sir," Harry said smiling and they both turned to walk back along the corridor.
"Professor Dumbledore, could you tell me about my apprentice piece? Mr Ollivander only said it
was a wand and that I may not be it’s true bearer."

Dumbledore stopped a moment and gave Harry a searching look before speaking.

"Where is the piece now, Harry?" he asked.

"Here Professor," and Harry drew it from his pocket, "I can’t explain why but I
keep carrying it around with me. What George, Mr Hellar, said was true. I’ve never made anything
like this."

"Do you need to carry it to remind you of your pride?"

"No," Harry replied a little indignantly. "It’s more like I’m afraid that I’ll
have to surrender it eventually."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

"Sir, why couldn’t Mr Ollivander touch this?"

"He probably just didn’t want to hold it," said Dumbledore. "Harry, that wand was
carved from a branch that came from a particularly old holly tree. That tree also yielded a branch
from which a rather similar wand was made a very long time ago. That wand was destroyed and its
bearer is long gone, but the bearer was a particularly Dark wizard. Legend has it that it was the
wand that drove the wizard towards dark magic."

"So why have me make another?" asked Harry. "Aren’t you afraid of the bearer
turning towards dark magic."

"Well, the bearer was Grindelwald and he was unfortunately evil enough not to need any
assistance," Dumbledore said grimly. "Besides, it wasn’t I that had you make that
piece."

Harry looked at the Headmaster curiously.

"George’s wife was given the branch and a prophecy several years before her death. I only
learned of it when George told me he intended to ask you to make the piece. He asked me for some
rather specific details and I became curious and questioned him further."

"And still allowed him to have me make it? That’s why the Death Eaters attacked, isn’t it?
They weren’t after me at all. They wanted the branch to make this. What if they had
succeeded?"

"Voldemort couldn’t have made that, Harry, no more than Grindelwald could have. It’s far
more likely he wanted to stop the wand being made."

"So, who made the last one?"

"I did. I also destroyed it."

"But if Voldemort gets this and it’s that powerful …"

"It would destroy him," Dumbledore said simply. "You made that wand, Harry. It
doesn’t have a core. Instead it has something much more powerful. You put a lot of feeling into
that piece. A good deal of your feelings are concerned with the defeat of Voldemort and his
followers. That wand will never allow itself to be used for anything else."

Harry looked at the wand in his hand and frowned.

"Were you the bearer of the wand you made?"

"No. I wasn’t ready. I made it not knowing that the tree was special and not knowing
anything about dark wizards. I didn’t put enough into the wand."

Dumbledore sighed. "When I was a boy, my brother and I were homeless. We would resort to
any means to feed and clothe ourselves. At the time it was much more difficult to catch underage
magic. One day we had the misfortune of stealing some clothes and books from a wizard. He
recognised us as wizards and caught us easily. He turned out to be Grindelwald. He persuaded me to
cut a branch from a particular tree and make myself a wand. He assured me I would then be able to
perform the complex magic that he could. Unfortunately he stole the wand as soon as it was
completed. He disappeared for many years but when he re-emerged he was wielding my wand."

"I was only nine years old when I made it and it took a long time for me to rectify my
mistake."

They were quiet for a moment and then Harry said, "Shacklebolt wasn’t told how important
this wand might be, was he? How many Order members were there as well?"

"Everyone. We left the Ministry to be responsible for watching over George, much to my
regret. If Kingsley knew anything he would have behaved differently. You needed to concentrate on
the piece. The Order was present to provide protection, obviously, but we each wanted to be there.
Just being present felt like being part of the creation something special."

"This will really be that important?" Harry asked, more to himself.

"No, Harry. George told you. The piece had nothing to do with it."

"So when will the wand choose the wizard?" asked Harry, not really taking in
Dumbledore’s answer.

"Hold that wand properly, Harry."

Harry held the wand in his right hand and extended it out as we would his wand. This time it
felt different. There was a warmth and a feeling of power that he could feel through his hand.

"No magic in the corridors, Harry," said Dumbledore winking before walking away
leaving Harry deep in thought.
*

"That was a really good training session! I think we’re ready to take on anybody,"
Harry told the team after their last practice before Saturday’s match against Slytherin.

"Ron, I need a favour."

"What?" Ron asked defensively. Ron’s play was getting worse and his frustration was
getting the better of him. Harry was pleased that the rest of the team had taken his wish to lay
off Ron.

"I’d like you to talk to Patrick Stephens. He hasn’t been to any of the practices for
ages."

"I can’t make him play."

"I don’t want him to play if he doesn’t want to. I just want you to talk to him and see if
anything is wrong. I’ve tried to talk to him but he’s being evasive."

"Okay, I’ll try," said Ron

*

Harry felt himself jostled as he sat at the House table trying to eat his breakfast. He didn’t
mind at all though.

A little way down the table, Ginny was surrounded by a large group of students who were admiring
the brand new racing broom she had just unwrapped. She sat there looking quite stunned, staring at
the note attached to the parcel.

Harry knew that the broom was from Fred and George. He had written to them telling them that
Ginny was the new Gryffindor lead chaser and asked them to get her a new broom, promising that he
would repay them. Harry knew that not only would Fred and George ensure that Ginny’s broom was up
to scratch, but also they would negotiate a far better price than he ever could.

Harry had no idea what model it was. From all the fuss it certainly seemed a good one.

*

Harry changed quietly out his Quidditch robes and looked on as his team yelled themselves
hoarse. They had won by 450 points to 10. As the score-line suggested, everyone had played
superbly. Ron had made some simply impossible saves and the Chasers had played like the opposition
had been left on the ground.

When the snitch made its last appearance Harry was half tempted to let it fly away again. It was
only after Malfoy started after it that Harry decided he would rather catch the snitch, even if it
meant bringing the match to a close.

Harry put his hand on Ron’s shoulder to keep him back before they all went up to the common room
for a celebration party.

"You played brilliantly today, Ron," he said smiling. Ron grinned back. "Actually
I was hoping you wouldn’t."

Ron’s grin faded.

"It’s just that if you’d played badly you’d have proof that your place on the team is
secure. I know you’ve been worrying about your play."

Ron nodded slightly, looking down.

"Ron, please believe me. For the last time, I don’t care how many goals we let in so long
as we all try out best and enjoy ourselves," Harry said earnestly.

Ron’s head was still a little down as Harry and he slowly made their way back up to the castle.
He really hoped Ron would believe him this time.

*

They were greeted by a wall of noise as they entered the common room. Ron was immediately
grabbed and Harry looked around for a drink.

As Ron, now safely the centre of attention, embarked on a re-enactment of his best saves, Harry
wondered where the rest of the team were. He scanned the room and saw a couple of them, smiling and
watching Ron’s antics.

Just as he wondered where Ginny, Colin and Denis had got to, a note was thrust into his hands
from out of the crowd.

*Harry,*

*Please come back down to the changing rooms. Colin and Denis are here.*

*Come alone.*

*Ginny*

*

Harry entered the changing room and found his three missing players, all wearing very serious
expressions.

As soon as she saw him, Ginny leapt up. She started to say something, but then burst into tears.
Harry held his hands out in confusion and she hugged him, now crying uncontrollably.

Harry was at a loss for words. "What’s happened?" he asked the other two over Ginny’s
shoulder.

"You should hear it from Ginny," said Denis.

"Yes," agreed Colin, "give her a moment."

*

Gradually Ginny calmed down and eventually pulled herself away from Harry. He had felt that it
would be best to wait, especially as none of them appeared to be physically hurt.

He looked at Ginny, who looked finally prepared to talk.

"I, I had a word with Patrick after the match. I thought I would drag him away from the
party and get him to tell me why me didn’t want to play anymore," she said thickly. "He
admitted his fall wasn’t an accident. He said he was threatened at the top of the stairs. He
stepped backwards and fell. He doesn’t think he was actually pushed."

"Who was it?" Harry asked as calmly as he could.

"He said it was Ron."

Harry stood there stunned, refusing to believe what he was hearing. Stephens must have lied, he
told himself.

"I’m afraid there’s more," said Colin. He opened Ron’s locker and put on Ron’s pair of
goalkeeping gloves. Denis held up a quaffle and Colin raised his hands. The quaffle immediately
flew towards Colin but fell just short.

"The charm is losing its effect. When we tried earlier it flew right into Colin’s
hands."

Denis picked up the quaffle and they tried again. This time the quaffle did not move at all.

Harry stood there quite unable to move or speak.

*

Ron was the last to enter the dark and almost empty classroom. He looked around and did not look
entirely surprised to see the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team present.

Harry stood, carried a chair to the front of the room and said, "Thanks, for joining us,
Ron, I’ve a couple of questions for you."

Ron hesitated but the shrugged and went over the chair and sat.

"Ron, I saw the strangest thing just after the match. I saw these gloves, *your*
gloves, summon a quaffle right towards them. How could that be?"

"Show me," said Ron.

"I can’t, Ron, the charm wore off soon after."

"So what’s the problem? If there’s no evidence …"

"Do you have anything else to say to us about this?" Harry struggled to ask, still
reeling inside from Ron’s answer.

"No."

"Tell us what happened with Patrick Stephens. Did you threaten him?"

Ron shifted in his seat and said, "That was an accident. I did speak to him a bit
aggressively, but he was trying to take my place. I didn’t push him or anything."

"But why didn’t you help him after he fell?"

"I was going to but Hermione got there first," Ron said looking down. "I was
afraid of being accused of something."

Harry closed his eyes for a moment. He sighed heavily.

"Very well. Professor McGonagall," began Harry and Ron’s head shot up. He had no idea
she was present. "Gryffindor won the match by unfair means and I’d like the result reversed.
Slytherin should be awarded the win and the house points. I take full responsibility and I’ll offer
my resignation shortly. I give you my word that no-one else knew about this and I’d like the others
on the team not to receive punishment. Gryffindor will withdraw from the Cup competition this year.
Ron, you are dropped from the House Team and banned from all Rebel training."

"Professor, there’s no evidence," Ron said at once, "you can’t punish us if
there’s no evidence. Besides we scored loads more times than I even touched the quaffle."

"There is evidence, Ron," Harry said angrily. "I witnessed what those gloves
could do."

"Four of us witnessed it," said Denis quietly.

"We can’t win by cheating, Ron," said a tearful Ginny, "I feel so
ashamed."

Professor McGonagall stood up and looked down at Ron who just looked back at her defiantly.

"Go to my office, Weasley, now. I will deal with you after I have spoken to the
others," she said. Ron stood and left, not looking at anyone.

"First of all," said the Professor, her voice a little softer, "I’d like to
assure you all that I accept that none of you knew nothing about this. I’m also very pleased that
you brought this to my attention rather than trying to hide it. Madam Hooch had suspected something
during play and the match quaffle showed signs of having been charmed when we examined it after the
game."

"The match result will be reversed but because of your honesty you will continue in the
competition. Other than Ronald Weasley, none of you will receive punishment. Potter, I’d like you
to re-consider your resignation," she finished and left the room.

"Please don’t quit, Harry," said Colin.

Harry wasn’t listening. He looked at Ginny who shook her head and said the very thing he was
thinking.

"He didn’t even say he was sorry."

*

The next few days were hard for Ron. He had been stripped of his prefect badge and had been
given two weeks worth of detentions. He had to endure the cheers of the Slytherins every time he
passed and a whispering campaign by the other Houses.

Harry had quickly quashed any open remarks made by the Rebels and fortunately everybody else
followed suite. He told them Ron made a mistake and had been punished for it. It wasn’t up to them
to punish him any more.

The first thing Ron said to Harry after several days of silence between them was that Harry
shouldn’t stand up for him.

"Why are you defending me, anyway?" Ron asked one evening after Harry had found him
hiding up in the dormitory.

"Come and play a game of chess and we’ll talk about it," Harry said. They played down
in the common room but didn’t talk. People were clearly surprised that Harry had apparently
forgiven Ron so quickly, but seemed to accept it. Hermione looked particularly relieved.

In the early hours of the morning, the two of them were alone when Ron said quietly, "I’m
sorry, Harry."

"Sorry you got caught?" Harry asked coldly.

"No, I’m sorry I let you down," he said quickly. When he saw Harry smile, Ron added
"Prat," and smiled back.
"I want you to come down to the changing rooms next practice and apologise
to the team properly," said Harry, "then you had better get to work earning that badge
back."



14. Chapter 14: The Training Tent
---------------------------------

**The Apprentice Piece**

by Jardyn39

Part One of "The Apprentice Piece"
**Chapter 14: The Training Tent**

At breakfast, Dumbledore had announced that an Auror training tent would erected in the grounds
that day.

"All students are forbidden from entering without qualified supervision. The tent is
trained to attack anyone entering. Staff and students would be at risk. Even qualified Aurors have
been killed entering this particular tent. Its use was stopped when the death toll reached
unacceptable levels," the Headmaster said seriously. "If someone is foolish enough and
seen entering, do not follow. Raise the alarm."

Looking around he continued, "Many of you will be curious about what goes on inside.
Professor Harbinger has suggested we give guided tours to selected groups of students. You will
have an opportunity to see demonstration duels in safety."

*

Harry had received a note from Harbinger asking him to meet him at the Auror tent after
lunch.

As he approached the tent, he saw Harbinger waiting for him at the entrance. The tent had a
large entrance with an extension piece that formed a lobby. The tent flaps opened and a familiar
growl said, "Hello, Potter."

Mad-Eye Moody stood grinning at him. "Hi," said Harry.

"Come in and look," and he beckoned both of them inside.

Before them stretched a large open tent. Light was still getting in through gaps in the side
canvas but strange shadows moved around the tied down sections. There were no tent poles inside,
although from the outside it looked like there should have been. The atmosphere seemed charged and
Harry felt the hairs on the back of his head prickle.

"Not quite finished yet but you can see they are getting excited"

"Who is getting excited?" Harry asked.

"Your opponents," he growled back with an evil grin. "Harbinger here is the last
surviving Auror that received training in this tent. It was modified for advanced training against
wizards using the dark arts. It is lethal. Killed two trained Aurors last time it was put up, good
ones too. Scares me to think what it’s capable of, and I don’t scare easy."

"You are an Auror?" Harry asked the Professor, suddenly more interested.

"I was."

"So," Moody began again brightly, "lethal and completely unsuitable for teaching
a young would-be Auror. Right up your street Potter, Eh?"

"Huh?" Harry asked stupidly.

"Dumbledore wanted you to face some dark challenges. This tent was Moody’s idea. It is the
best we could get," added Harbinger.

"Okay, I want to run through the rules for using this tent," said Moody as he stomped
back to the lobby. They followed.

"First, only ever enter and exit through this lobby. If you come in any other way you’ll be
killed. When outside keep a sensible distance from the perimeter too, its been known to grab
people.

"Second, never EVER bring your normal wand into the tent. There will be a box of training
wands in the entrance. Each wand indicates the level you can cope with. If the tent senses a normal
wand it’s free to use all forms of attack including the unforgivable curses.

"Third, if you get into trouble just drop the wand. The tent should stop attacking after a
while. Get to the lobby and then use a summoning charm to retrieve the wand. If you pick the wand
up inside the tent will attack again.

"Four. The tent will always try to challenge you. If it thinks you can face more it will
increase the level of skills needed. That’s how one of the fatalities occurred so watch out.

"Five. It will not play fair. Expect multiple attacks from all directions including behind.
Some distractions will appear too.

"Six. You must always be alone when duelling the tent. It will trick you into attacking
anyone else in the arena. This thing is evil.

"Seven. Injuries you receive in here are real. Your opponent’s injuries are simulated.

"And lastly, well for now anyway, remember that this is an old tent. The dark witches and
wizards that the arena simulates are long dead. If you recognise a death-eater or anyone else in
here they are real!"

Harry just stared into the cavernous tent from the lobby.

"Don’t worry Harry," said Harbinger smiling, "we’ll go over the rules again when
we are ready to start. For now just promise me never to enter the tent again without the direct
supervision of Alastor or myself."

Harry nodded.

"The other promise you need to make concerns the control area," continued Harbinger.
"You need to get used to the idea that the simulated opponents are real. If you see they are
not you will be weakened."

"Okay. Where is the control area?"

"Well, it’s not there yet. There will be some external steps up to another side entrance.
The same steps will lead to a viewing area. Please stay off the steps for now. It sounds stupid but
it will make a difference."
*

Harry climbed though the portrait hole, walked over to the fire and collapsed in a chair. The
common room was empty except for Hermione who was reading a large volume.

"Good practise?" she asked.

"I thought Moody was bad. Harbinger is even worse!"

"I was wondering if we could help out with your extra training."

"It’s dangerous in the tent, but I’ll ask if there is anything you or Ron could help with
if you like."

"Thanks, Harry." She paused. "Could I tell you something else?"

"Anything, you know that." He looked over to her. She was watching him with a pensive
look. "What’s wrong?"

"Well, Ron has asked me to go to the Halloween ball with him."

"Oh, I wondered if he would – I told him I was going to ask you if no-one else had
soon."

"I didn’t like to refuse. Harry, were you listening to what Professor McGonagall was saying
about defiance?"

"Not really. Why?"

She sighed heavily.

"Harry, I’m going to tell you something you won’t like. I don’t want you to hear it from
anywhere else."

"What is it? Are you okay?" he asked with concern. She smiled at him nodding.

"Halloween is not a wizarding celebration, Harry."

"Of course it is, we have a feast every year!"

"Not last year. Before we came to Hogwarts Halloween was not the theme of the celebrations.
Every 31st October, Harry, the wizarding world celebrates the full of Voldemort." She
paused.

Harry could feel is face redden as anger coursed through him.

"Sure," Harry said through gritted teeth. "My parents died that day. Why not
celebrate!"

*

The next day Harry got up early and went in search of Hermione. He found her down in the Great
Hall having breakfast early so she could get some library time in before lessons started.

"Hermione, I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I really appreciate you
telling me and I hope I didn’t upset you too much."
Hermione smiled at him. "It’s okay, Harry, I understand."



15. Chapter 15: Harbinger’s Secret
----------------------------------

**The Apprentice Piece**

by Jardyn39

Part One of "The Apprentice Piece"
**Chapter 15: Harbinger’s Secret**

Professor McGonagall waited for everyone else to leave the classroom before speaking to Harry,
who had looked angrier than she had seen him for ages.

"I’m not going," said Harry as soon as the door closed.

"Yes, you are. Please, Potter. You must see how it would look if you didn’t
attend."

"Why wasn’t I told?"

"I would have thought that was obvious. Look how upset you are now. I’m sorry we didn’t say
something sooner, though. Who told you, by the way?"

Harry just glared at Professor McGonagall.

"You didn’t do anything to them did you?"

"No!" Harry almost shouted in indignation. He sighed. "Hermione was afraid if I
heard Malfoy making a snide remark then I’d do something stupid."

"Well, anyway. There are going to be a number of visiting dignitaries and …"

Harry felt his anger flair up again. "If you think I’ll just be there for you to show me
off …"

"Don’t be ridiculous. You won’t even be required to speak to them. But if you’re not there
it would look like we’re afraid. Please be there. You might even enjoy yourself."

Harry felt himself calming down.

"I didn’t even notice we didn’t have a Halloween feast last year," he admitted.

"We couldn’t," she said gently. "It would have looked like we didn’t really
believe he was back."

"I know."

*

Harbinger and Harry stood just inside the lobby of the Auror tent waiting for the rain to
subside before heading back up to the castle after practise.

"Professor Harbinger, how did you come to know my mother?" asked Harry.

"That’s a long story," said Harbinger looking out into the rain. Harry expected him
not to continue, but Harbinger conjured two seats for them.

When they were seated, Harbinger began. "The first time I got expelled it was because a
boy, a Seventh Year, had taunted me about something had happened years before. I was in my Sixth
year then and I would have killed him if the house elves hadn’t intervened. I hurt some of them in
my rage. Anyway, I apologised for hurting the house elves but refused to apologise for hurting the
boy until he apologised for what he said to me.

"Flitwick tried to help me but I was in no mood to listen to sense. I had left Hogwarts
before the Aurors arrived to break my wand. They caught up with me about two months later. I put up
a fight but they overpowered me eventually. I was expecting to be put in Azkaban but instead Moody
offered me a job. I suspect Dumbledore and Flitwick had something to do with it.

"I was just doing paperwork and rubbish but it kept be out of trouble for a while.
Eventually Moody started to train me in Defence Against the Dark Arts and two years later he
offered me a place on the Auror training programme on condition I went back to school first.

"I really wasn’t that keen on coming back but Flitwick turned up and made me go with him to
visit the boy I’d hurt. As soon as I saw him I knew I had been wrong. I apologised to him and
lifted the curse so his injuries could heal. Flitwick then persuaded the Headmaster to accept me
back to do my NEWTs.

"I camped out in the grounds for a couple of weeks before term began. I was so optimistic.
This time it would be different. Unfortunately I soon realised it wouldn’t be. Several students
remembered me from before or had heard rumours.

"Moody’s training did help a lot and I think being that bit older, I was a little less hot
headed. My retaliations didn’t result in any serious injury and I really did try to keep my head
down and work. I really wanted to get onto the Auror programme, after all.

"Even so, it’s not easy to lead a solitary life here, especially when there were so many
determined to go out of their way to cause problems."

Harry nodded, remembering his own experiences.

"One evening I came back to my tent to collect some books when I found a group trashing
everything. It took them a while to realise I was there. I bound them up and looked through the
damage deciding how they should be punished. I was just looking at the tattered remains of some
spell books Moody had given me. I was getting angrier and angrier.

"That was when your mother appeared out of no-where. She started shouting and yelling at
me. She distracted me long enough for Flitwick to arrive. When she eventually stopped, Flitwick had
taken the intruders back up the castle.

"Harry, your mother was the loudest twelve year old I’ve ever heard. When my ears
eventually stopped ringing, I asked her why she had shouted at me. She just looked embarrassed and
said she couldn’t think of anything else. She introduced herself and started to clear things
up.

"From then on, I sort of became a project of hers. Don’t get me wrong, it was nice having
someone to talk to occasionally who wasn’t afraid of me. It’s just she was so bossy. She even
appealed to the house elves to let me back in the castle for meals. She had quite a thing about the
house elves. I’m sure they only agreed to get her off their backs about the other stuff.

"Anyway, Lily continued to keep me out of serious trouble. She had a real talent for
charms, and set up all sorts of wards to keep people away from my camp. Lily would write constantly
during the holidays and would send the loudest howlers if ever I failed to write back
immediately.

"We would practise Defence together whenever we could. It soon became clear that Lily was
becoming a very powerful witch and she used her skills to good effect. Lily couldn’t stand
injustice or mistreatment of anyone or anything. She was never afraid to intervene. You know I once
saw her take on almost the entire Slytherin Fourth year single handed. I was up in the Astronomy
Tower when a scuffle broke out down below. They were picking on a group of first years when things
escalated. Lily forced her way into the centre and took on the ringleaders. By the time she'd
finished no-one was in any doubt about her abilities."

"Didn’t anyone else help?" asked Harry.

"There were a lot of people just standing by and looking. By the time I got down from the
tower it was all over. Lily was still pretty angry. I pulled her away from starting against some
people she thought should have helped sooner.

"Lily, being Lily, had opinions on most things. She would generally dedicate at least one
evening a week when she would do her homework and help me with mine. She would happily chatter
constantly. I seem to recall you father got a mention several times."

"My Dad? I got the impression she didn’t like him much, early on, I mean."

"Well, what really annoyed her was that he never tried very hard. He just appeared to get
top marks without putting any effort into it, whereas Lily spent hours doing homework and revising.
To make things worse, of course, she was sure he didn’t even care what marks he got!"

"She was incredibly annoying," Harbinger said with a smile on his face, "but she
did manage to keep me out of trouble until the last year of the NEWTs."

Harbinger went silent and his face grew serious as he continued.

"It happened on the same night that I got expelled before. That particular date has always
been a bad one for me, it was an anniversary of something terrible that had happened years before.
Lily found out about it and came looking for me. She must have cried for three hours solid before
she told me she knew about the family plot and what had happened.

"Eventually Lily fell asleep and I left her in my tent while I made my way up to the
graveyard through the storm. I only went once a year, but on the anniversary I could never stay
away.

"I got about halfway there when Lily caught up with me. She was in a terrible state,
pleading with me not to go there tonight. That was when I guessed she knew something had happened
in the graveyard. I eventually got there to find the headstones had been vandalised. I approached
and found some empty and smashed bottles of fire whiskey. Someone had been having a party and had
been dancing on their graves. Someone had dropped a cloak. I held it up and we both recognised
it.

"I will never forget the look on Lily’s face just then. For the first time she looked truly
afraid, afraid of what I was about to do. As soon as I dropped the cloak she ran to get help.

"I cornered them up in one of the towers. They had decided to do some more vandalism. The
tower was deserted so I sealed us all in and proceeded to vent my anger. I pulled chunks of stone
from the walls and hurled them up at them. They were quickly overpowered, being drunk, but I didn’t
stop. Eventually the tower was undermined and it began to topple.

"I only came to my senses when I realised house elves were appearing around me. Some of
them got the others out and many more tried to shore up the tower. I knew it was hopeless. I looked
up and could see the storm above me. The roof of the tower was gone completely and above I could
see large stones flying high into the storm.

"I ordered the elves out but four of them stayed behind. I dismantled the tower and threw
the stones out into the grounds. It almost worked but the last remaining curved wall at the base
collapsed on top of us. At the last moment two of the elves pushed me into a hollow.

"That was the last thing I remember from that night," Harbinger said and he wiped a
tear from his face. "I found out afterwards that three of the elves died instantly and the
fourth died of his injuries a week later."

They sat in silence for a while.

"So now you know, Harry. I disappeared for a while until Moody found me again. He brought
me back and insisted I join the Auror programme. That was blocked by the minister but they gave me
a different job, one more suited to my talents.

"After that night I never spoke to your mother again. She continued to write to me, even
though I never replied.

"I’m afraid I never read any of her letters until after she died. I was too ashamed. The
extraordinary thing is that even after her death, she still managed to reach out to me.

"As soon as I heard what happened to Lily, I shut myself away for a week and read her
letters. They were incredibly long and detailed. She told me everything she was doing and was
feeling. Towards the end, she wrote very often. Her last letter was full of her fears and hopes. I
got the impression there was a lot she wasn’t telling me about. Anyway, she finished with a plea to
me. I have no idea if she knew what I was doing for the Ministry, but she clearly thought it wasn’t
anything good. She wrote that she knew I hadn’t read her letters yet.

"Well, I resigned from the Ministry before I got another assignment. Moody got them to
accept it during all the fuss of the Death Eater trials. Since then I’ve tried to live up to Lily’s
expectations."

Harry had two questions he was burning to ask.

"Do you still have the letters?"

Harbinger looked at him for a long moment and said, "Yes, Harry. I’ve made arrangements for
you to have the letters. You can’t have them immediately because they are in a secure location.
Flitwick has agreed to help make copies for me to keep. I didn’t think there was anything in the
letters that would cause a problem if they got out but Dumbledore doesn’t want to take any chances.
Lily was very clever and she might have put something in code."

"Why might she have done that?" Harry asked.

"She intended for you to have the letters when you were ready. There’s a very good chance
she knew what might happen. They didn’t find anything in the house but I can’t believe Lily
wouldn’t have written anything to you. That’s why you will get the originals."

"What job did you do for the Ministry, if you weren’t an Auror?"

"Well, I was an Auror, I just didn’t work for Moody. I hunted down and killed Dark Wizards.
We were never as subtle as the real Aurors. Moody was livid when he found out what the Ministry had
started behind his back. Moody always gathered evidence and then arrested suspects for trial. We
had orders to kill first and then look for the evidence."

Harry just looked at him in shock.

"I’m not trying to justify myself, but in all the operations I took part in, only twice did
we never find strong evidence of dark power. I queried those two cases and was suspended before
anything happened. I went to Moody and he intervened. One of the suspects had been killed but we
rescued the other one.

"We then found out there were many other innocent victims. So I then spent some time
tracking down my former colleagues alongside Moody. We never did find out the true origin of the
orders."

"Do you mind my asking what caused you to loose your temper?"

"When I was in my first year at Hogwarts, I received a message that my mother had been
taken ill. She had been unwell for some time but I think me and my brothers and sisters were kept
in the dark about how ill she was. Anyway, I was summoned home. I went by flue from
Hogsmeade."

"I arrived in the kitchen to find the house ablaze. It had been burning for some time. I
tried to put it out but it was hopeless. Never did find out what caused it. A neighbour saw
movement and came in to drag me outside. I lost my entire family in that fire. I was the eldest of
six children," said Harbinger, now holding his head in his hands.

"I don’t ever remember getting angry before that night. After I was never anything else but
angry until your mother came along."

"Those children," Harry began with dawning realisation, "in the Great
Hall-"

"- Were my memories of my bothers and sisters," Harbinger finished sadly.

*

"Myrtle, are you in here?"

"Harry?"

"Myrtle, I was wondering if I could ask a favour? I don’t know if you know but there’s a
ball on Halloween evening. I was wondering if I could take you?"

Moments later, Harry stood outside the bathroom door. He was wet through and still not entirely
sure why.

A simple, "No thanks," would have sufficed, he thought.
He still wasn’t entirely sure why he had asked her, either.



16. Chapter 16: The Grey Lady Intervenes
----------------------------------------

**The Apprentice Piece**

by Jardyn39

Part One of "The Apprentice Piece"
**Chapter 16: The Grey Lady Intervenes**

Harry walked into the Great Hall looking for Ron and Hermione. He looked over to the Gryffindor
table as he entered. Neither Ron nor Hermione were there yet but he saw Susan Bones sitting alone
at the Hufflepuff table.

Something about her caused Harry to look more closely. She was slightly red in the face and was
just staring at her untouched plate.

"Hello, Susan. May I join you?"

She looked up in surprise. It was unusual for other houses to sit at different tables but it was
becoming more common for breakfast and lunchtimes.

"Sure."

Harry sat and pulled a plate towards him. He grabbed a roll and took a bite. Susan filled a
clean glass and handed it to him smiling.

"Thanks. You okay?"

"I just asked … someone … to go with me to the ball. He turned me down though."

"I’m sorry. I asked Myrtle to go with me but she turned me down."

"Myrtle?" Susan said laughing.

"And she turned me down," Harry confirmed, laughing too. He was glad she sounded
happier.

At that moment Luna drifted past. "Hi Luna," he said.

Luna stopped, turned and sat down. "What’s the matter?" asked Susan with concern.

"I’m quite upset actually," said Luna, staring off into space. Harry thought she
looked like she was trying not to show how upset she was.

"I asked Ronald to the ball."

"No, isn’t he going with …" Harry couldn’t stop himself saying.

"Hermione, yes. He just told me he couldn’t go with me and I asked why he’d changed his
mind. I asked him ages ago."

"Ron wouldn’t do that," said Harry. Luna looked at him with her unblinking eyes and he
knew he was wrong. "I’m so sorry, Luna. Ron’s an idiot."

Harry couldn’t believe Ron capable of doing such a thing. For a moment he wondered if his
forgiveness hadn’t been too hasty.

"Tell you what," Harry said brightly, "I’m asking both of you to go with me. When
you get asked or ask who-ever you want to go with you can come and dump me. How’s that?"

They both laughed at him.

"How many girls are you planning on taking?"

*

The next day, Harry was in the library when the Grey Lady, the Ravenclaw ghost, approached
him.

"Harry, I’m afraid you’ve upset Myrtle."

Hermione and Ron looked at him in surprise. He hadn’t told them anything about it.

"I think you should come and apologise to her."

"Okay."

*

Harry entered and held open the door to the bathroom for the Grey Lady. She, however, drifted
though the wall.

"Myrtle, are you here?" she asked gently.

She emerged from a cubicle, crying. The Grey Lady looked meaningfully at Harry. He took the
hint.

"Myrtle, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you."

Myrtle nodded and the Grey Lady smiled.

"You know, Myrtle, I think he shouldn’t get off that lightly. Did he really ask you to the
ball with only weeks to prepare? Harry, how could you?"

"I didn’t think," Harry replied trying not to react to the Grey Lady’s smirk that
Myrtle hadn’t seen.

"I think you should make him take you, Myrtle. You’ve always wanted to go to a ball,
haven’t you. If we all help we should be able to make a suitable ball gown."

Myrtle looked at her with half a smile on her face. "Is it true that ghosts can … you know
…"

"Yes, there is a charm. It isn’t very long lasting though. A couple of dances at
most."

Harry had no idea what they were talking about.

"So will you come with me?" he asked.

Myrtle started to cry as she nodded enthusiastically. The Grey Lady put her arm around her and
winked at Harry.

*

"Potter!"

"Yes Professor?"

"Is it correct that you are taking four girls to the ball?"

"Not entirely, no."

"Explain."

"Well, it was up to six this morning but …"

"SIX?" Professor McGonagall exclaimed as the entire class descended into laughs. Harry
smiled before he answered.

"Yes but some of them dumped me at lunchtime because they are going with someone
else."

"Oh, good. Dare I ask what number you are down to?"

"I was back down to two before Myrtle changed her mind. That’s the best yet."
"Have you given any thought as to how you are going to dance with all three?
Please, don’t answer that."



17. Chapter 17: Hermione’s Strategy
-----------------------------------

**The Apprentice Piece**

by Jardyn39

Part One of "The Apprentice Piece"
**Chapter 17: Hermione’s Strategy**

"Neville, I need a favour."

"Sure, Harry, what is it?"

"You may have heard I have more than one date for the ball."

Neville smirked.

"Well, I need a couple of people, you know - kind, loyal friends - who will dance with my
dates while I go and collect one of the others. I just want to bring each one into the hall
individually but not have the other hang around while I go and get them. Please Neville. Once they
are all the in hall I’ll be okay."

"You sound like you are herding cattle. Anyway I’m a terrible dancer."

"Please."

"Okay. Who needs shin pads?"

"Thanks Neville. I won’t forget this. It’s Susan Bones I need you to dance with."

Neville’s face dropped. "I can’t. I turned her down when she asked me." He looked
down.

"You can dance with Luna then. Why’d you turn Susan down? She’s nice."

"I asked Ginny," he said, going red. "She’s going with someone else
though."

"I’m sorry, Neville. Will you still dance with Luna?"

"Sure, I suppose"

*

Harry waited at the bottom of the steps outside the Auror tent waiting for Harbinger and
Hermione.

A group of Second Years descended the steps and a couple of Ravenclaw Rebels stopped to comment
on the training they had just witnessed from the viewing platform.

After they had gone, Hermione and Harbinger came down the timber steps. Hermione was carrying
two large books and wore a serious expression. She was nodding, listening to Professor Harbinger
who was speaking to her quietly.

Harbinger stopped talking as soon has he saw Harry.

"I’ve asked Hermione to review your progress to date and see if she can’t think up a few
more challenges on your current level." He turned to Hermione and asked her, "What did
you think about today’s effort?"

Hermione thought a moment before speaking.

"Well, Harry, your reaction times are very good and you’re not getting caught out by
attacks from behind. Your aim is getting better as well."

Harry was pleased with these comments but knew she had more to say.

"However, there are areas you need to improve. You left yourself completely open to attack
when you went to assist that wounded witch and the hag in the invisibility cloak went completely
un-noticed for far too long."

Hermione hesitated. "You know, Professor, the biggest problem is the lack of
intelligence."

"Harry’s?" asked Harbinger with a smile. Hermione laughed at the expression on Harry’s
face.

"No! I mean the characters in the tent. They always turn up in an identical sequence and
then do almost the same attack every time. Harry looked almost bored at times."

Harry raised his eyebrows. In truth he hadn’t noticed that the order of the attacks had been the
same each time, but it was true he had dealt easily with each attack. His biggest challenge was
coping with the number and frequency of the attacks at times. He certainly hadn’t felt bored.

"That is a limitation of the tent’s abilities. Harry should be going onto the next level
now. What changes would you make?"

"Well, I’d change the appearance of the attackers. Slightly different features like cloak
colours and masks would stop Harry knowing in advance what the attack was going to be. I also
think–" but Hermione stopped abruptly, looking at Harry.

"-That perhaps Harry shouldn’t hear about your better ideas in advance?" Harbinger
finished smiling. "Make a list and we’ll set things up. I’m afraid there isn’t actually a
manual or anything but I can show you how to make changes to each level in the control
area."

*

Harry stood at the bottom of the steps once more. This time he was angry and literally
smouldering.

Hermione skipped down the steps with a wide grin on her face. Harry could hear laughing from an
unseen group still on the viewing platform. Hermione’s face fell when she saw Harry.

"Don’t be angry with Hermione, Harry," said Harbinger as he followed her down the
steps. "She’s just challenging you."

"You broke Moody’s rules," said Harry as calmly as he could.

"Rules?" Hermione asked blankly.

"Yes the rule about if I recognised anyone then they weren’t part of the
simulation."

"Oh," she said and looked fearfully at Harbinger.

Harbinger looked down guiltily, "I know I should have said something. It’s just that I
thought it would draw too much attention to the change."

Harry just turned and stormed off. He half expected Hermione to follow, but she didn’t.

Even through his anger, Harry recognised Hermione’s improvements had been good. He had tried the
previous level again just as a warm up exercise. He had coped but it was much more difficult than
last time. He realised he must have been predicting the attacks before, just as she had said.

The next level had been a complete nightmare. Hermione had created a complete obstacle course.
He had been completely fooled and had soon forgotten that he was in the Auror tent at all.

Harry stopped by the lake. He shivered when he remembered that scream. *And how the hell had
she created that dragon?*

It took Harry some time to calm himself down. He was still deep in thought when he felt a hand
touch him on the shoulder.

"I’m sorry, Harry," said Hermione gently. "Professor Harbinger said they can
repair the damage to the tent."

Harry nodded, still looking out onto the lake.

"I just thought if you thought someone you knew was in danger the pressure would be
greater."

"Why Ginny though? She was lying there just like she was in the Chamber. And then you made
that creature just stamp on her like that."

"Well, I thought … after you got her that broom … you might be …"

Harry turned to face her, anger rising once more.

"If you want to know my very worst fear, ask Neville. He knows. He saw it happen last year.
Ask him. You can add it to the simulation. That’d give me some *real* pressure."

"I would never," Hermione began looking stricken, "I’d never use
Sirius-"
"I’m not talking about Sirius!" he spat and stormed off back up to the
castle.



18. Chapter 18: The Apprentice Piece
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**The Apprentice Piece**

by Jardyn39

Part One of "The Apprentice Piece"
**Chapter 18: The Apprentice Piece**

Harry entered the lobby of the training tent with a mixture of feelings. He was still smarting
from what had happened in the tent on the previous session but at the same time felt guilty for
losing his temper with Hermione. He still hadn’t apologised, although he knew he ought to.

Harbinger turned as soon as he heard Harry enter.

"Ah, Harry, thanks for coming," he said smiling. "Did you bring your apprentice
piece?"

Harry nodded.

"Before we begin, I’d like to apologise again for not warning you that Moody’s rules might
be changed. Please don’t blame Hermione. She didn’t even know about them," said Harbinger and
he waited for Harry to respond.

Harry nodded again.

"Thank you. You did quite a lot of damage to the tent but we’ve it patched up. Now I’m not
too sure how it will react to that wand," and he picked up two small blue coloured marbles and
handed one to Harry. "Put this in your pocket. It should reset the tent for some simple target
practice."

Harbinger put his marble into a waistcoat pocket and entered the tent. Harry pocketed his marble
and followed.

Before them the tent was completely empty and the light levels were high. At one end a series of
targets had been set up.

Harbinger fired a stunning spell at one of the targets which exploded and then reappeared whole
again with a small pop. The debris from the original target remained strewn about the floor. He
seemed to relax and Harry assumed he was wary of the tent deciding to attack them.

"Now, have you used that wand before, Harry?"

"Just once after our first Defence Against the Darks Arts lesson. I produced some sparks
but it hurt my arm. It was like an electric shock."

"Try it again, will you?"

Harry raised his arm and produced a few sparks. It was just as powerful as before but it no
longer hurt.

"It didn’t hurt this time," said Harry, "is that because of the tent?"

"No, you are just controlling yourself more," said Harbinger. "Go ahead, hit as
many targets as you can, including the moving ones. Nothing will shoot back apart from
me."

Harry started and used a variety of stunning and reductor spells for a period of around twenty
minutes before Harbinger yelled for him to stop.

"That was good. You have good accuracy and you’re getting quicker. Now shortly a new form
of target will appear. They will move around and at various times will be protected by a shield
charm. Expect your spells to be deflected and as I’m putting my wand away now you’ll need to
protect me too!"

Harry thought Harbinger was quite mad, but took aim and fired.

After another fifteen minutes Harbinger yelled for Harry to stop again. He was beginning to
enjoy himself dodging and deflecting his own spells. He even managed to hit a couple of targets
with deflected stunners but he had to admit it had been more luck than judgement.

Harbinger had only had to jump out of the way once when Harry’s shield hadn’t been quite in the
right place.

They walked back to the lobby.

"I’ll leave you to practice on your own so you can get a feel for your limits without
having to worry about protecting me. I just wanted you to know that hurling hexes without any
regard for others can lead to problems."

Harry nodded, "Professor, is there a more effective shield I could use? There were a couple
of times when I almost missed you."

"Yes but they can be more of a hindrance than help sometimes. The problem is that they
often present a barrier that can’t be penetrated by spells from either side. I’ll show you a couple
next time. Well, if you’re ready I’m going back up to the control area," said Harbinger.
"Oh, and by the way, the targets will start to fire back after a while."

When he left, Harry returned to the tent, thinking about the new wand. He couldn’t quite put his
finger on it but he thought the spells he was producing were more powerful and quicker. Then it
struck him: he wasn’t saying the incantations out loud either.

The targets were coming quicker than he could speak and at some point he had just stopped
shouting the words.

The other thing was the power of the spells. He was controlling how strong each curse was.

As Harry stood in the tent, pondering these thoughts, a magically magnified voice rang out.

"Harry, is everything alright? What was that Professor?" Hermione started to say. As
soon as he heard her voice, Harry realised he was no longer angry with her.
Harry smiled, raised his arm and fired.



19. Chapter 19: Back to the Ministry
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**The Apprentice Piece**

by Jardyn39

Part One of "The Apprentice Piece"
**Chapter 19: Back to the Ministry**

"Ron!"

Harry ran across the grass as soon as he saw Ron and Hermione emerging from the castle. He had
just finished another tent session. They waited until Harry got his breath back.

"Hi, Harry," they said when eventually he could talk.

"I need to ask both of you a really big favour. I wouldn’t but I’m desperate. It’s the
ball."

"Neville told us you have got him to dance with one of your dates," said Hermione with
an amused expression.

"Yeah," said Harry. "I was hoping Seamus would do the same but Lavender refused
to let him. I was wondering if you, both of you, wouldn’t mind if Ron danced with Susan for one
dance."

Ron really was his last resort. Harry had been very upset that Ron had dumped Luna like he had.
He had decided not to challenge Ron about this as he was still a little upset about the Quidditch
situation. Harry had convinced himself that it was a private matter so he hadn’t raised this with
Hermione either. He still didn’t know whether she knew anything.

"I don’t mind, Ron, really. It would be a really nice thing to do for Susan," Hermione
said, absently rubbing her forearm which looked a little red.

"Well, okay," said Ron flatly.

"Thanks," said Harry.

*

Harry looked up as Neville ran across the courtyard towards him.

"What is it, Neville?" he asked with concern.

Neville took a moment to get his breath back before gasping, "Hermione, Hospital
Wing!"

Harry didn’t wait to hear more. He tore out of the courtyard and ran straight to the Hospital
Wing.

*

Harry pushed open the doors and rushed into the Hospital Wing looking for Hermione. Ron was
there listening as Madam Pomfrey spoke to the Headmaster. Nearby a hysterical second year girl was
being comforted by Patrick Stephens.

"What happened?" demanded Harry, "Where’s Hermione?"

"Miss Granger has been taken to St. Mungos for observation. She came in earlier complaining
about a skin rash she got from some perfume she received as a gift. I gave her some ointment but
unfortunately she stumbled on her way out. Miss Jacobson here helped her up."

"It’s all my fault!" wailed the girl.

"You couldn’t have known that contracting your illness would have affected Miss Granger so
badly," said Professor Dumbledore kindly.

"It’s fortunate Miss Granger’s reaction became apparent so quickly. She’s poorly but
stable," said Madam Pomfrey.

The girl pushed Patrick Stephens away saying, "Now you’ll get it too! Stay away!"
Crying, she collapsed onto a bed.

*

Over the next week Harry and Ron pestered Madam Pomfrey several times each day for updates on
Hermione’s progress, which it appeared had remain unchanged.

One week to the day after Hermione had been taken into St Mungos, Harry made his regular detour
to the Hospital Wing.

Harry knocked on the doorframe of the open office and looked in.

Madam Pomfrey was sitting at her desk with a parchment note in her hands. She looked up and
Harry saw she had tears in her eyes and her hands were shaking.

Harry stood, afraid to ask anything.

"Hermione’s condition has taken a turn for the worse. She’s slipped into a coma. The
Healers have no idea what to try. They have been hoping she would recover on her own."

They both stayed silent for a moment.

"Have they no idea what it could be?" asked Harry quietly.

"Well, they know that somehow the perfume dampened her magical abilities. That affected her
natural ability to recover. The illness she contracted was far worse because of it. Even so it
shouldn’t have affected her so badly. The Healers think there is another factor they don’t know
about."

"Do you have any theories?" he asked hopefully.

"Well, just one," she answered hesitantly.

*

Harry hammered urgently on the Headmaster’s office door until it opened, apparently on its own
accord. He rushed in.

"Yes, Harry?" enquired Dumbledore, who was sitting at his desk with a quill in his
hand. He finished writing and looked up.

"Sir, Madam Pomfrey just told me about Hermione. She’s had an idea. I need to get to the
Department of Mysteries and ask Fides for help."

Dumbledore frowned slightly, and for a moment Harry thought he might regret not just making his
way there before speaking to the Headmaster.

"You may floo from here in a moment, Harry," Dumbledore said after a moment. "I
must warn you, however, that you may not find what you seek. Did you say Fides?"

"Yes, Sir. He invited me when I was at the Ministry about my exams. Sorry, I assumed you
knew."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, apparently impressed.

"He warned me then, about, well…" Harry hesitated, he didn’t really know what Fides
had warned him about, "but I have to try."

*

Harry leaped out of the lift into the lobby down in the Department of Mysteries even before the
lanterns had lit themselves.

"Fides!" he shouted, "Are you there?"

"In here, Harry," said a voice from the room to the side. Harry rushed in to find
Fides sitting at his desk.

"Hello, Harry, I was just enjoying the commotion you caused upstairs," he said smiling
and extending his hand for Harry to shake. "The Minister looked quite put out when you ordered
him out of the lift!"

"Well, I just needed to get here," said Harry a little sheepishly, wondering how Fides
had seen upstairs.

"So, how can I help?"

"Well, a friend of mine, Hermione Granger, is in St Mungos and she’s becoming very ill.
Madam Pomfrey had an idea of what was causing it and when she told me I realised that it sounded
similar to something you told me about before."

Fides help up a hand to interrupt him and looked at a Kestrel sitting on a perch that Harry
hadn’t noticed before.

"Get me the medical notes for Miss Hermione Granger from St. Mungos," he said clearly.
Immediately the bird extended its wings as if to take off and then disappeared in a flash of
light.

Harry stood staring at the empty perch for a moment before he noticed Fides had lit a fire and
had thrown flue powder into it.

"Hospital Wing, Hogwarts," he told the fire putting his head into the magical
flames.

After a few minutes conversing, Fides drew his head out of the flames looking deep in thought.
Suddenly the bird appeared in a flash and settled in his shoulder. It dropped some parchment into
Fides’ hands. He sat and studied them intently.

After what seemed an age, Fides looked up.

"Miss Granger’s condition is rather serious, Harry," he said handing the notes back to
the bird. "Take these back and make sure no-one realises they were disturbed," he said to
the bird and it disappeared again in a flash.

"If there’s anything-" began Harry.

"You may be able to help her," interrupted Fides, "but it will have a slim chance
of success at best. Not only will you have to endure to obtain it, you must accept that it may not
even work."

"What is it?"

"An elixir that must be prepared and administered properly. It’s next door, I’ll show
you," said Fides and he led Harry into the next room.

Fides opened a highly polished timber wall cabinet. The inside was velvet lined and hanging
inside was a small crystal glass phial hanging from a golden chain. He carefully lifted the chain
out of the cabinet and cradled the glass with his free hand.

Harry looked in awe at the glass object. It appeared to glow in the dim light. He was so
mesmerised by it, he realised too late what Fides was about to do.

"NO! DON’T" Harry yelled as Fides casually poured the contents into the nearby
sink.

Fides smiled. "It’s okay, Harry, this is just a container. The remains of the liquid I
poured away would be quite useless."

He stoppered the phial and handed the chain to Harry who was forcing himself to calm down.

"Put this around your neck," said Fides, "and then I’ll explain."

"This container has to be prepared, both before and after you fill it with the elixir. On
your journey to the spring, you must concentrate on why you want the elixir and especially why the
person it is intended for is worthy. When you have filled it you must not allow anyone else to
touch it before it is administered. Do you understand?"

Harry nodded, grasping the crystal phial.

"Please remember that if the container is lost or damaged, no other will work (well in time
anyway). If the elixir is contaminated, no replacement may be sought."

Harry gulped but nodded.

"At some point you should expect to be challenged. No help will be rendered and I cannot
intervene. Come now, I’ll walk you to the bridge. Got your wand?"

A sudden panic gripped Harry as he withdrew the apprentice piece from his pocket. He could have
sworn he was carrying his proper wand. What was this doing here?

Fides smiled and said, "That will do just fine. I’m sorry to use such party tricks but a
phoenix feather core in there might be, er, *provocative*. Your wand is safe back at
Hogwarts."

*

Harry followed Fides silently through a very narrow door and he found they were standing on a
small ledge overlooking a wider cavern. Stretching ahead into the gloom was a rope bridge.

"The bridge will fall as soon as you step off the other side. You will need to find an
alternative way back. The path gives you the general direction. The most important thing is to keep
thinking about Miss Granger and what she means to you. I will monitor your progress as best I can.
Good luck, Harry."

Harry stepped onto the bridge and momentarily felt dizzy. Immediately after he heard a deep
growling from below.

It took Harry a few minutes to cross the swaying bridge. He had decided not to light his way in
case he dropped his wand. Instead he felt his way holding onto each side with both hands. With each
step into the darkness he thought of Hermione.

As he stepped off the end of the bridge and onto a dry stone ledge, Harry realised he had spent
most of the time thinking about the good Hermione was capable of and how caring she was. He barely
noticed the bridge catch fire and collapse behind him.

Harry grasped the glass hanging around his neck again, realising how afraid he was. He wasn’t
afraid of the unknown beast that sounded like it was getting closer, or the darkness around him.
His real fear was losing Hermione.

He drew out his wand and barely whispered, "Lumos." The wand tip flared brightly
revealing a path that appeared to follow around the face of the rock. The light was much brighter
than usual and the beam wasn’t as narrow. He set off.

Harry thought of the many times Hermione had given him unwavering support. An unenthusiastic
Quidditch supporter, she had watched and cheered every one of his matches.

Hermione usually knew what was good for him even if he didn’t. The DA that she had pushed him
into was the only thing to keep him going last year. The interview with Rita Skeeter had helped
enormously.

Harry rounded yet another corner. The ledge became very narrow at this point. With some
difficulty he got past, pressing himself against the rock face.

He began to think about the times she had challenged him. He had been stubborn, angry, and
reckless. And yet Hermione would never give up.

Harry snorted to himself remembering how annoying Hermione could be at times.

Suddenly Harry could hear the sound of running water. A few paces ahead he found a small spring.
What looked like water was bubbling out of a small crack in the rock wall and dribbling down into a
small carved bowl.

Harry was suddenly struck with a panicked thought, *Was* *the container prepared
correctly? Had he thought enough about Hermione?*

He gently held the glass container under the spring and it filled quickly. He sealed it and hung
the chain around his neck again. Taking his wand he looked around for the path he should take. To
his alarm, it appeared to just drop off the edge.

Peering down into the darkness, Harry could see some pockets in the rock that might do for foot
and hand holds.

He tucked the phial under his shirt for protection, laid on his front and gingerly lowered
himself off the edge.

After what seemed an age and several slips later he dropped onto solid ground. He looked back
up, having no idea how far down he had climbed.

Suddenly he slipped and fell face down hard onto the rock floor. In terror he scrambled to check
the glass phial. With a relief he realised it was intact. Shaking, he took a few minutes thinking
how close he had come to losing any chance of saving Hermione.

He laughed out loud when he realised, for the first time, that Hermione would probably chastise
him again for going on another "people saving thing." His laughter echoed around him.

Gingerly his got to his feet and shined his wand ahead. He could see what could be taken for a
path leading ahead.

He heard something. It sounded like breathing. It was close and Harry decided to proceed at once
although he would have preferred to rest a little.

He came to a steep set of steps that had been carved into the rock. Water was cascading down
them. He checked the phial again and started to climb up. Harry got about fifteen feet up the steps
when he slipped and painfully slid down to the bottom, desperately trying to get a grip on the
rock.

Just before he hit the bottom he managed to twist around and somehow held his arms across his
chest to protect the phial, but that resulted in the treads of the steps hitting his back and head
as he fell.

As he crashed into a heap his first thought was for the phial. Still okay. He shook his hands,
refusing to acknowledge the pain from the many cuts and bruises, and began to climb again with grim
determination.

With a last desperate effort his hoisted himself onto the ledge at the top of the steps and
allowed himself a moment to catch his breath. He was in quite a state. Deep cuts were making his
hands shake and he had gashes in both legs. He could feel a painful bruise on the left side of his
face.

As he wiped his face with the dirty water he was sitting in, Harry was surprised to hear a voice
come out of the darkness.

"Cup of tea, Harry?"

Harry stood and stared incredulously at Fides who was sitting at a small round table and pouring
out two cups of tea.

"I thought you couldn’t interfere?" asked Harry, trying to remain calm.

Fides coughed and said, "Unfortunately Miss Granger’s condition has deteriorated. The
elixir is ready and I will allow it to be administered early on condition that you give me your
word that you will return with me to complete your journey."

Harry nodded and said, "I promise. Can we go now?"

"We may leave in about twenty minutes," Fides said pushing a cup towards Harry.

Harry sat, wincing in pain as he did so and took the tea with shaking hands.

"I haven’t been challenged yet have I?"

"No," said Fides gently as a deep growl came from the darkness, "that comes
later. Tell me, do you feel any different here?"

Harry thought about that strange question before answering, "Only slightly. I generally
think clearly when I’m in a desperate situation. Why?"

Fides smiled and said, "Let me tell you how to administer the elixir."

*

"My staff will act as a Porkey for us, Harry. While we are away from here you will be
tempted to remain. For your sake as well as your friend Hermione’s, you must return with me,"
finished Fides.
Harry was by now desperate to get to St. Mungos. Fides held out his staff and
Harry grabbed hold.



20. Chapter 20: The Challenge
-----------------------------

**The Apprentice Piece**

by Jardyn39

Part One of "The Apprentice Piece"
**Chapter 20: The Challenge**

Harry did not feel a tug as he had with other Portkeys. Instead he had a fleeting feeling of
being carried in a warm breeze. In a flash of blinding white light he found himself standing
staring at a group of people around a hospital bed.

Harry quickly registered that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Mr. and Mrs. Granger were there. Before
they realised anything was happening, Fides waved his free arm and both Weasleys disappeared.

Hermione’s parents looked up at them in concern. Fides looked rather surprised that they had
remained until he comprehended what had happened.

"Ah, you must be non-magical?" he asked politely. "You see I can’t use magic on
non-magical people."

"This is Mr and Mrs Granger, Hermione’s parents," said Harry, a little shakily.
"This is Fides, he’s a wizard from the Department of Mysteries."

Mr and Mrs Granger looked still in shock but Fides smiled and nodded.

Mrs Granger seemed to recover and she looked at concern at the state of Harry. She reached out
to Harry, who immediately stepped back.

Fides stepped between them and said "Harry here has brought an elixir that may help your
daughter. It will be useless if anyone else touches it."

Mr Granger immediately pulled his wife away saying, "Go ahead, Harry."

Harry approached the bed and looked at Hermione. She was very pale and still. He reached out and
held her hand and was alarmed to feel how cold she was.

Harry unstoppered the phial containing the precious liquid and gently reached under Hermione’s
neck. Lifting her slightly, he poured a little onto her lips which opened immediately. Gradually
Harry administered the remainder of the elixir before finally withdrawing his hand from under her
neck. He gently brushed aside her hair and simply willed her to recover. He would not entertain any
other eventuality.

Harry stood upright and looked around as Fides began to speak to Mr and Mrs Granger.

"You daughter will awaken in a few moments," he said pulled out a pocket watch,
"but she is not yet out of danger. It is now nine o’clock in the evening. Between the time she
wakes until tomorrow morning she must not sleep. You must remain with her at all times. She must
also release what was given. You must get her to confess her feelings to herself. Talk to her
constantly but tell her nothing of our presence or the elixir. Harry must go for a few hours but we
will both be back before six o’clock."

Harry lost the thread of what Fides was telling the Grangers when he realised that in a bed
opposite from Hermione was the girl from the Hospital Wing. Sitting next to her was Patrick
Stephens looking uncomfortable on a small chair. They were both asleep.

Harry felt a strange awareness of his surroundings. Harry looked closer and realised he was
seeing things differently. Patrick appeared to have an aura. The girl did too but it was much
fainter. Harry momentarily glanced back at Hermione and, as he feared, her aura was almost gone.
Harry noticed that there was something similar about the auras produced by both Patrick and the
girl. Instinctively, Harry realised what this meant.

*Wake*, he thought, looking directly at Patrick. Instantly he did so, looking surprised to
see Harry. Harry felt himself refocus and their auras disappeared from view.

"Come here a moment," Harry whispered and the boy stood and walked over to him.

Harry began to walk down towards the end of the ward, past sleeping patients and Patrick
followed. As they walked Harry spoke, "She’s got something similar to what Hermione has,
hasn’t she?" Patrick nodded.

"I just realised, you don’t need elixir to help her. Listen, just wake her in a moment and
talk to her. Tell her your feelings and don’t stop until she believes you. It may take you all
night, but don’t give up."

Harry did not know how he knew this but as soon as he had said it he knew it was true.

Patrick looked at him frowning but looked unable to speak. Eventually he just nodded and Harry
smiled. "You’ll do fine," he said extending out his hand and indicating a chair next to
the end bed Patrick should sit in. This one was padded, with arm rests and loomed much more
comfortable.

Patrick suddenly found his voice when he realised who was lying in the bed looking completely
undisturbed, "How did you do that? She was all the way down there a moment ago!"

"It will be more private here," said Harry. "Remember you have only until
morning. Wake her now."

As Patrick sat down, his attention now focussed entirely on the girl, Harry turned to rejoin
Fides. The curtains around the bed closed as he started to walk away.

"What is going on here-" came a loud voice from the other end of the ward. A furious
looking medi-witch was stomping towards them.

Suddenly in a flash she was gone and a rather surprised looking nurse stood in her place. She
was older and didn’t look nearly as stern as the previous one.

She looked around and smiled, "Hello, Fides. How can I help?"

"These good people will be remaining with their daughter tonight. There is also a young man
visiting at the end of the ward. They are not to be disturbed under any circumstances. No-one but
you may enter or leave. We will be back in the morning."

The nurse just nodded, obviously used to Fides’ strange requests.

Harry was now back at Hermione’s bedside and he smiled as she began to wake.

"Harry," said Fides, "we must go before she wakes."
*

In a flash of bright light, Harry found himself standing back on a wet slippery rock floor deep
under the Department of Mysteries.

"Can I ask you something?" said Harry handing the empty phial back to Fides. "Was
there ever really an elixir?"

"Not precisely, no," admitted Fides, "but it gave you focus, something to
concentrate your feelings on. You transferred those feelings when you administered the liquid. You
would not have been able to do that on you own, not yet. Thank you for helping that young couple. I
neglected to ask Madam Pomfrey if anyone else had been affected. The girl caught it from Miss
Granger, of course, not the other way around."

"And the challenge?"

"That’s different. I admit it has nothing directly to do with Miss Granger, though again I
believe you would not have been able to help her otherwise."

"I could see, well actually it was more like I could feel, their auras. How was I able to
feel like that?"

"Hah!" barked Fides, "I thought you’d ask about the bed moving before
that!"

"I just thought if the Knight Bus can do it …" Harry said modestly.

"Well the reason you could both feel and perform that rather unusual wand-less magic was
that, well, you aren’t quite yourself at the moment."

Harry wondered what he was talking about.

"When you crossed that bridge earlier, you were split into two entities. Standing in front
of me now is the Harry Potter that would have existed if Voldemort hadn’t attacked you. Actually,
that isn’t entirely true since your personality and upbringing would have been different too but
you get the idea?"

"So my other half-"

"-Is quite a piece of work, I can tell you. Angry, bitter, violent. That half is everything
of you that you became after Voldemort attacked you but excluding, er, the bits that are in your
half."

"But I don’t feel any different."

"Yes, that’s rather remarkable, really. It just shows that you are the dominant half.
Dumbledore was right, it seems."

"Dumbledore?"

"Yes. When you were a baby, just after Voldemort was attacked, the Unspeakables took quite
an interest in you. They knew there was something rather nasty lurking around inside you and didn’t
really want to take that chance of another Dark Lord emerging. Dumbledore insisted that good and
bad traits aren’t inherited, but are learned."

"You’re going to make me re-join with the other me, aren’t you?"

"Yes, Harry."

"Why?"

"Well, he’s kept you alive, hasn’t he? Can you honestly tell me that you’d feel bothered if
you never won a Quidditch match again?"

Harry thought. It was true, right now he wasn’t that bothered.

"Trust me, Harry, Good-Harry is a wimp. You need Bad-Harry to live, even if Evil-Harry is
in there as well. I’m pretty sure, also, that at least two of you are needed to use that apprentice
piece of yours properly."

Harry sighed deeply.

"Okay, so how do I get back together?"

"In theory, it should be simple. Just embrace yourself. The tricky thing is not him kill
you beforehand. He knows everything you do and has no morals or conscience. He will also think
*you* are the evil one."

"Why can’t we split the other one and rejoin me with the less evil one?"

"That bridge is gone, Harry, remember?"

*

Harry stood panting looking down at the miserable creature in front of him. Red eyes stared up
at him in defiance for a moment before the figure cowered down, begging for mercy.

For a half a moment, Harry felt pity for the pitiful filthy animal before him. Harry came to his
senses just in time. As it lunged for him, Harry raised his arm and brought a rock down hard onto
the back of its head.

Harry stooped and turned the creature over, and looked into his own face, one distorted
somehow.

"You’re going to feel that later," said Fides from behind him as Harry quickly stuffed
the small rock into his pocket in case he needed it again.

Harry did not turn around. He was exhausted. He was determined that this had to end now. For the
tenth time that night, he crouched down and gathered up the slumped figure before him.

As he extended his arms and lifted, the creature awoke again. And again the creature bit,
punched, kicked and scratched him, fighting with all its strength to get away again.

This time, Harry held on, feeling the pain within him increase. Gradually the creature stopped
fighting and then was gone. Harry froze for a moment before falling hard onto the rock floor
unconscious.

*

Harry and Fides returned to St. Mungos a little before six o’clock was were greeted in the ward
office by the smiling nurse. She looked tired but happy.

"Both of them are doing fine," she whispered, "and have no idea either of you
were here last night. A Mrs Weasley has been trying everything she can to get back in."

"The wards will be lifted when we go. Thank you for helping, Helen, I’m again in your debt.
Well Harry, shall we go back to Hogwarts? I need to give the Headmaster an apology and Madam
Pomfrey will want to patch you up a bit."

*

A little later Harry found himself stroking the luxurious plumage of Fawkes back in the
Headmaster’s office, not taking a blind bit of notice of what Fides and Dumbledore were talking
about.

Harry managed to bid Fides goodbye before he disappeared in a flash but stood there on shaking
legs, his thoughts elsewhere.

"What’s wrong, Harry?" asked Dumbledore kindly.

"I just can’t get the image of my other self out of my head," he answered truthfully,
"he acted like a combination of Wormtail and Voldemort. He was me. I am him. I am-"

"-Tired and in need of the Hospital Wing," interrupted Dumbledore. "I know it
can’t be easy meeting your, er, other side. We are all made up of good and bad, you just happen to
have met them. Harry, think of the good you achieved last night. I have never really approved of
Fides’ methods but I must admit you both succeeded rather well. Not only will Hermione and Mary
Jacobson recover but you’ve also seen some of your potential."

"Oh, yes," said the Headmaster with some amusement, "Your wand suddenly appeared
on my desk a few hours ago, here."

"Fides told me you argued that I wasn’t going to be a Dark Lord after Voldemort
attacked," Harry said. "Thank you for that."

"Actually I only said you *might* not become a Dark Lord," Dumbledore said with a
smile. "It wasn’t actually me that finally won the day. You had a rather, er, vocal supporter.
The Unspeakables are still rather terrified of her. She immediately fell out with me, of course,
when she discovered I had placed you with your Aunt and Uncle. We haven’t spoken since."
"What is her name?"



21. Chapter 21: Halloween
-------------------------

**The Apprentice Piece**

by Jardyn39

Part One of "The Apprentice Piece"
**Chapter 21: Halloween**

The next morning, Harry woke in some considerable pain. He hadn’t slept well despite Madam
Pomfrey’s potions and rather regretted hitting himself with that rock.

Slowly he opened his eyes, wondering what hour it was.

Harry sat up with a shot. He regretted this almost at once and immediately grabbed his head,
wishing the room would stop moving.

Surrounding his bed was a small group of house-elves.

"Good morning, Harry Potter, Sir!" shrieked one of them. Harry wondered how long they
had been waiting for him to wake up.

"Morning," Harry croaked, "how can I help you?"

The elves looked at each other tentatively.

"We asked Miss Hermione if we house elves could draw up the S.P.E.W. charter of aims a
while ago, Harry Potter."

"And what did she say?" asked Harry smiling.

"She said Yes, Harry Potter," confirmed another house elf.

"Well that’s good, isn’t it?"

None of the elves answered, so Harry asked, "Okay, what’s the problem?"

"She gave us her draft and told us to re-write it as we wanted," and he handed Harry a
scroll with Hermione’s neat handwriting. Harry took the scroll and read it. After only a few lines,
he frowned and looked up again.

"Er, I’m sorry, but I don’t really understand what this is saying."

"Neither do we, Harry Potter. We are afraid Miss Hermione will be very disappointed in
us."

"Don’t be draft!" Harry laughed. "That’s the last thing she would be. It’s just
that Hermione has been a little over efficient, that’s all. She’s tried to write a legal definition
before she’s established what she wants everyone to agree to."

"I will speak to her if you want, but it would be much better coming from you. Be honest
with her. Tell her you don’t understand this and ask for her help but be sure to tell her you don’t
want her help to write it. You just need her to help draft out and prioritise your ideas."

"She won’t be angry?"

"I can’t believe she would ever be angry with you."

The elves looked at each other for a moment, then shrugged and nodded.

"Thank you, Harry Potter!" called one before they all disappeared leaving Harry
alone.

He quickly grabbed a piece of parchment, opened an ink bottle and wrote a quick note to
Hermione.

He just finished when Hedwig tapped gently on the window.

*Hermione,*

*Hope you are feeling better. Everyone is missing you.*

*Just had a visit from the house elves.* *You will be proud! They just need a bit of help
drafting the charter in plain English. Just list out all their ideas (even if they sound
irrelevant) and then perhaps suggest a priority. Let them discuss what is important and don’t
impose your ideas.*

*When you meet the delegation, insist that you serve them drinks. It’s important.*

*Hedwig just arrived, she obviously knew I was thinking of you.*

*Harry*

*PS Sorry handwriting is shaky, just woke up and I hit my head with a rock yesterday!*
*

Just before seven o’clock in the evening Harry was waiting outside the girl’s bathroom on the
Third floor staring down at his feet. He was far too early but had wanted to get away from
Gryffindor tower as soon as possible. He had felt awkward around people all day.

He reached into a pocket in his dress robes and with drew a sealed envelope that Professor
McGonagall had handed to him earlier, telling him to read it in private. Harry opened the envelope
and unfolded a small note.

*Harry,*

*Expect to be told off for not waiting for us to speak to you.*

*Thank you for our daughter’s life.*

*Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.*

*I think I know a little what it cost you.*

The note was signed by Hermione’s mother. Harry allowed himself a small smile as he put the note
and envelope back in his pocket.

Hermione had returned to school a little tired but otherwise completely well. She had no idea of
Harry’s involvement and the others at St Mungos had their memories modified. Only Mr and Mrs
Granger and the nurse remembered everything.

Harry had tried to see Hermione’s aura again but hadn’t been able to do it again. Unfortunately
she had also caught him staring at her while he’d been trying, and he had completely failed to
think of an excuse.

At that moment the Grey Lady drifted through the door.

"Hello, Harry. You are nice and early. Go in, Myrtle is ready early too," she said
smiling. "I’ll see you later. Have a good time." And then she wandered off down the
corridor.

Harry straightened his dress robes one last time, knocked on the door and entered.

Standing in the middle of the room looking at herself in a full length mirror was Myrtle. She
was wearing an elaborate silver ball gown and looked radiant. Ghostly jewels sparkled in her
hair.

"Wow, Myrtle, you look great."

"Thanks," she said smiling and she seemed to blush silver.

"The Grey Lady told me you had invited someone else before I changed my mind."

He was wondering how he was going to break it to her.

"I’m sorry Myrtle."

"It’s okay, I understand. Shall we go?"

Harry felt relief wash over him. He made a mental note to thank the Grey Lady, who had obviously
realised how upset Myrtle could get. It was strange, Harry thought, Myrtle’s happiness had been the
last thing on his mind when he asked her. Now it meant so much to him.

He held his arm out and she glided over. Her smile widened as she threaded her arm through. When
the touched a cold sensation ran through Harry’s arm. He tried not to flinch.

"Dam, I forgot," she said. "Harry, see that small bottle the Grey Lady left over
there. Bring it over and open it please."

Confused, he did so. As he broke the seal on the bottle a cloud of vapour enveloped them both.
It smelled of fresh air and quickly dissipated.

"Thanks. Let’s see if it worked."

She reached out and touched his face. He felt her touch him. She was solid and no longer felt
cold at all. She still looked as translucent as ever though.

"Terrific!" Harry said. "How long will it last?"

"Not long. Just one dance, but that’ll be enough," she said grinning at him. Then he
saw that her smile faltered as she turned towards the door.

"What is it, Myrtle?"

"I just remembered something the Grey Lady said. She was just teasing."

Harry didn’t move. "Tell me," he demanded quietly.

*

When Harry entered the hall with Myrtle on his arm the entire hall stopped and applauded. He
walked her out to the centre of the dance area and they waited for the first dance to start.

Myrtle had silver tears in her eyes but was smiling at everyone. As the music started they
danced slowly. Her dress seemed to be the brightest thing in the room.

As the music ended they stood in the middle.

"Thank you, Harry," she whispered and kissed him gently on the cheek. At that moment
he felt the charm end. As she drew away he lost her touch.

"May I have the pleasure of the next dance?"

They turned to see Sir Nicholas smiling at them.

"Would you mind, Harry?" she asked hesitantly.

"Of course not."

*

Harry walked to the entrance doors and turned back to see Myrtle dancing with a wide smile on
her face. Sir Nicholas had assured him that she would be dancing all night and would have the best
time she could remember.

He turned and hurried to pick up his next guest.

He met Susan halfway to the Hufflepuff common room. She was chatting to the Fat Friar who had
been stationed to keep her company.

"Well I must be off," the Friar said in his usual jolly manner.

They watched him drift off before turning to each other. Susan was wearing a shimmering green
gown.

"You look wonderful," he said and extended out his arm.

She took it and said, "Thanks. How’s the schedule? Should we hurry?"

He smiled. "The only hurry was for me to get here."

*

Harry led Susan into the hall. More people were dancing now and he could see Myrtle laughing
with the Fat Friar.

They were greeted by a smiling Professor McGonagall who said, "Susan, you look
lovely."

Harry brought Susan over to the dance area and they waited for the music to begin.

As the music ended Harry lent towards her and whispered, "Thanks."

"M.. May I have the next dance?"

Harry stared blankly at Neville. *It wasn’t supposed to be Neville. Neville was supposed to be
Ron. Where was Ron?*

"Harry?"

"Hm?" Harry managed to mumble, turning back to Susan.

"I asked if you minded?" she said with a small laugh.

"Sorry, Susan. No, of course I don’t mind."

*

As he left the hall Harry was intercepted by Ron.

"Where were you?"

"Neville beat me to you."

"Well you’d better cut in if she decks him."

Ron wasn’t paying any attention to him though. Harry turned to see Luna wander into the hall.
She was an extraordinary sight. Clearly deciding not to go with convention, instead of a gown she
was wearing a long, thin bright-red sparkling dress that somehow even seemed to rival Myrtle’s
dress for brightness.

"Luna, I was just coming to get you ..." began Harry.

She was ignoring him completely and just staring at Ron who was staring back.

"I’d like to dance now," she said dreamily and walked closely past Ron. Ron couldn’t
take his eyes off her as he followed her to the dance floor as if on an invisible leash.

*Great*, Harry thought to himself.

Harry became aware that he must have looked pretty stupid standing and staring off into the
dance area and turned to leave when he realised he was standing next to Pansy Parkinson. She turned
to him and smiled warmly. Harry returned her smile and was about to ask her to dance when Malfoy
shrugged past him and took her arm, pulling her away.

She looked back with a "sorry" expression and Harry nodded.

He thought about getting himself a drink and turned and just stopped. On the other side of the
hall sat Hermione alone. She was smiling, looking at the couples dancing and tapping one foot in
time to the music.

Harry went straight over.

"Hello," she said smiling as he sat down next to her.

"Hermione, I’m sorry."

"What for?"

"Ron, he …" At that moment Ron and Luna danced by.

Hermione smiled at Harry and lent forward. "I had a feeling they would get
together."

Harry found he was momentarily paralysed as he inhaled her scent. His blank expression must have
been misinterpreted though because she continued "It’s okay, Harry, honestly. So did you loose
all your dates?"

"Yes, it looks like it." They both laughed as Neville and Susan waltzed past.

Harry looked at Hermione. She was looking quite as beautiful as she had been at the Yule Ball.
He couldn’t look away from her.

"Are you okay Harry?"

"Yes. No. Yes. I will be."

She raised her eyebrows.
"Dance with me?"



22. Did Peeves win?
-------------------

**The Apprentice Piece**

by Jardyn39

Part One of "The Apprentice Piece"
**Chapter 22: Did Peeves win?**

"This is better," said Hermione as they walked outside into the cool evening air.

"Do you want to see the end of the Challenge?"

"Okay, but let’s walk the long way round"

"Why?"

"I just saw a sparkling red dress being chased into those bushes."

"Long way round it is then!"

They walked slowly down towards the lake.

"Hermione, I thought you’d be more upset with Ron," said Harry after a while.
"What I’m trying to say is, it’s okay to be upset. I’m getting pretty used to girl’s crying
all over me …"

Hermione slapped his arm gently and when she saw he was grinning at her she grinned back at
him.

"I’m not upset about Ron. I found out what he did with Luna and I suppose I’ve been waiting
for him to come to his senses. I would’ve turned him down when he invited me except after the
Quidditch thing I didn’t want to push him away."

"I hope Ron knows what a special friend you are, Hermione."

Hermione put her hand in his and they walked slowly around past the lake. Gradually the noise
from the castle began to get quieter. When they heard the first distant bang from the challenge
area, Harry stopped to delay their arrival.

"You look really beautiful, Hermione."

"Thanks, Harry. How are you feeling?"

"I was dreading this evening. I think I only asked Myrtle because there was a good chance
she would have a tantrum and spend the whole time in her bathroom."

"She looked so happy tonight."

"Yes, and I managed not to be shown off to those dignitaries. I wonder where they were
tonight?"

"Didn’t you know? Dumbledore was the first to put his name down as a volunteer. He put all
their names down too. I think they all joined in the food fight instead of coming to the
dance!"

They heard a distant gong followed by a crowd cheering.

"It’s midnight. I wonder who won?"

"It’s a food fight, Hermione. Peeves couldn’t loose."

"Do you want to go to the fireworks?" she asked. He realised he had been staring at
her and thought he should to look away. He couldn’t though.

"I was so angry with Ron. First he asks you before I had a chance, then he dumps Luna and
then, just to cap it all off, he just leaves you sitting there." He was speaking quietly and
calmly.

"He thought he had feelings for me. He was just confused. Don’t be angry with
him."

"I’m not. Just disappointed. Er, where was I? You’ve distracted me again!"

"Talking about distractions," Hermione said, her eyes narrowing, "what was that
look between you and Pansy Parkinson about?"

"It wasn’t a *look*," Harry responded indignantly, "we just met during the
summer holidays and I helped her out, that’s all."

Hermione raised her eyebrows and said, "I’m surprised you didn’t ask her to dance
then."

"We were interrupted by Malfoy. Have you finished distracting me yet?"

"I asked Neville what your worst fear was," said Hermione, "but when he found out
I might put it in the simulation he refused to say."

"As I was saying," interrupted Harry, "You are really beautiful,
Hermione."

"You said that already."

"I like saying it. You’re not making this easy, are you, Hermione?"

She smiled mischievously and shrugged her shoulders as a flash of light lit up the castle.

"The reason I wasn’t listening to Professor McGonagall when she told us about the ball was,
well, I couldn’t stop thinking about …" he paused to draw breath. "Well, I just wanted to
take you. Thank you for dancing with me tonight, Hermione. You made a dream come true."

Hermione smiled and then her expression grew serious. Suddenly she rushed forward and kissed
him. Their lips bumped together only momentarily before she quickly broke away.

She looked like she was shocked by her own daring and clearly about to run as she said,
"Happy Harry Potter Day, Harry." Harry quickly reached out and gently grabbed her
arm.

"No, that won’t do at all. Your kisses were much better than that in my dreams." He
waited a moment in case she wanted to punch him. "And thanks to Myrtle’s charm this evening I
now *know* we can do better."

"Really?"

"Mmm." He edged closer and leaned towards her. He brushed his cheek against hers and
whispered "This *is* Harry Potter Day, after all," as he wound his arms around her
waist.

She giggled and he felt Hermione bring her arms up to his shoulders.

"That was yesterday," she breathed onto his neck.

Harry heard himself groan quietly in frustration. He was finding coherent thought difficult at
this point but was determined not to give up just yet. Hermione continued to run her fingers
through the back of his hair.

"Well, we’re going to need as much practice as possible if we are going to get to the
required standard in time for next year. In fact it would be irresponsible to waste any time
…"

He was silenced as Hermione pulled his head down into a kiss.

*

"What’s that Harry?"

"Well, Ron. Hermione wanted to fit in some extra practise and I thought I’d draw up a
schedule for her. She always does revision timetables for us so I thought I’d return the
favour."

"That looks like a lot of practise. Maybe you should ask for the time-turner
back."

A red faced Hermione grabbed the schedule and tore it up as Harry grinned at her.

"Morning, Harry."

"Morning, Myrtle. Have a good time last night?"

"It was wonderful. Thank you – for everything."

Harry watched Myrtle float off with a dreamy look on her face. He still had a smile on his face
when he caught Hermione’s eye sitting next to him at the breakfast table.

She was watching him with a shrewd look.

"What is it?" Harry asked quietly.

"You did only kiss Myrtle, didn’t you?" she asked in a whisper.

"Hermione, I was a perfect gentleman."

"What are you looking so pleased about, Neville?" asked Ron, who hadn’t been
listening.

"I lost fifty points last night," said Neville who couldn’t stop smiling. "And
Snape gave us detention" he added proudly.

"Good for you, Neville. When you have it perhaps you can loose some more."

"We intend to, don’t worry," said Susan sitting down as they all laughed.

END OF PART ONE

**Summary of Part
Two: The Crucible**

Just after Halloween during his Sixth Year, Harry looks forward to Christmas at Grimmauld Place.
Before then he contends with a challenge in the Auror tent, upsetting Hermione and learning of a
charm placed upon him as an infant. After being attacked by a school visitor, Hermione sets out to
break the charm, enlisting a number of co-conspirators including her mother. Christmas is
interrupted by Voldemort. After Harry dives into falling debris to protect Hermione, she takes the
opportunity to finally try and break the Crucible. Completed.

**Summary of Part
Three: The Dragon**

Just after Christmas during his Sixth Year, Hermione sets about researching the origins of
Harry’s Apprentice Piece. A Death Eater attack interrupts her telling of the story, but Harry
intervenes and Ron gets a chance to earn his Prefect Badge back. Later, Voldemort attacks again
during a Quidditch match. Although prepared for a Death Eater attack, the DA is helpless against
Voldemort’s new pet. Harry knows this is a trap but rushes to the aid of Dumbledore, standing alone
in the middle of the Quidditch pitch facing The Dragon. Completed.

**Summary of Part
Four: The Sword of Light**

After the battle, the dragon named Kales returns to Harry and introduces him to a new way of
travelling undetected. This leads to a shocking discovery that not even the attentions of First Aid
Club members and Snape can distract him from. Battling his own conscience, Harry needs a weapon to
fight Voldemort’s unseen agents from the shadows. After Harry is stabbed and poisoned, the DA
battles to protect Dumbledore and Hermione. At the same time in another world Harry stands alone,
fighting the creatures coming out of the darkness to attack his friends as they fight and fall.
Completed.

**Summary of Part
Five: The Accord**

Two unwelcome visitors arrive at the school and announce that a wizard will arrive shortly to
challenge Flamel, the eldest member of a group of sorcerers that guard Hogwarts’ greatest secret.
Can Hermione cope with any more House disunity, Crookshanks’ new look and Harry’s determination to
fight the charismatic challenger in place of the ailing Flamel? Completed.