The Rage of Harry Potter by koldude

Rating: R
Genres: Romance, Action & Adventure
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 23/07/2005
Last Updated: 24/07/2005
Status: In Progress

This is the re-written version of Harry Potter and the Founders.




1. Dreams and Revelations
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**A/N: This is a re-write of Harry Potter and the Founders. I am rewriting this because I had a
lot of complaints that I was not thinking out many of the details in the story. Therefore, this
should be considered the final draft. I will still have Harry Potter and the Founders up, but the
chapters will no longer remain there. I own none of the characters here, except for the ones I make
up. I also own the plot.**

Chapter 1: Dreams and Revelations

*“Come to me, Wormtail. I have a job for you. You will succeed where my death-eaters could not
at the ministry. You shall provide a means of killing Harry Potter.”*

Harry awoke with a start. He had been having this dream for the last two weeks during the time
in which he had been living with his aunt and uncle at Number 4, Privet Drive, in Surrey. Harry
Potter was no ordinary person. His aunt and uncle knew this, and despised him because of it; but
they did not say anything, not out of anger, but out of fear. They knew that if he told his
*friends* from the train station, they would be here any minute to turn the Dursley's into
frogs or something of the like. For Harry Potter was a wizard, and his friends were some of the
greatest witches and wizards alive. His two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, were
the only thing that kept Harry from killing his aunt and uncle and cousin right now because of
their atrocious behavior to him before he went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
However, he knew that if he did kill them, he would face a life sentence in the Wizard prison,
Azkaban, and he would most likely be dead before he reached twenty years of age.

Harry was now sixteen, and he had no girlfriend. Whenever asked by his other friends at school,
he just said he was still getting over Cho Chang, whom Harry had dated very briefly the previous
year. Cho had rejected him in the middle of their date after Harry had said he wanted to go meet
Hermione for something very important. Cho had misinterpreted this as being an indicator that he
liked Hermione more than Cho and had then broken up with Harry on the spot, leaving Harry very
confused and very embarrassed.

Now, Harry felt very empty and depressed, because not even one month ago, he had seen his
godfather, Sirius Black, go through the veil at the Ministry of Magic and thus had lost practically
any link he had to his parent's lives before they were killed. Remus Lupin, it was true, was
still alive, but it was now a full moon, and because of his severe Lycanthropy, he was probably
indisposed at this second.

With all these thoughts in his head, Harry moved towards the bathroom, intending to wash his
face, and finish some of his homework before dawn, as it was very unlikely he would be able to fall
asleep again. After washing his face, Harry took out his Transfiguration textbook, his quill, and
some parchment for the foot-long essay on Metamorphmagi and the advantages and disadvantages of
being one. Harry looked up the metamorphmagi section, and read:

*“Metamorphmagi are witches and wizards who are able to change their appearance at will. The
metamorphmagus ability cannot be made. A witch or wizard must be born with the metamorphmagus
ability. A metamorphmagus might, after some time, forget their natural appearance and this may
result in a feeling of discontentment, so it is usually probable that metamorphmagi keep pictures
of themselves in order to remember what they looked like before a transformation.”*

Harry then began to write down his answer to the question when there was a tapping noise at his
window. Hedwig had returned with Hermione's reply to his letter. Harry had written to Hermione,
asking her whether or not they could meet up at the Burrow or Diagon Alley during the summer break.
Hermione had written the following:

*Dear Harry,*

*I believe that I can convince my parents to letting me go to The Burrow, but I thought that
we all would be going to you-know-where now that it's HQ for the Order and everything. I wrote
to Ron to ask him what his plans are also so that we could all be together. I know you hated it
last year when we kept you in the dark while Ron and I were at the HQ. So, see you soon, and
don't do anything that would anger your uncle and aunt, Harry, because it's entirely their
decision to let you go or not. All the Order can do is “persuade” them to let you go.*

*Love,*

*Hermione*

Harry laughed out loud. Simply being alive in their house was enough to anger the Dursley's
nowadays. Still laughing, he put his Transfiguration homework away in his trunk. Harry put
Hermione's letter into a special box that he reserved for Hermione only. When Ron found out
about it, he had asked in a pretend hurt voice why Harry didn't put his letters in a separate
box too.

Harry felt an odd twinge in his gut whenever he heard or saw Hermione's name, but he had
always denied it and convinced himself that it was nothing. However, a person couldn't be blind
forever. Harry now realized that his feelings for Hermione were far beyond friendship. Harry loved
Hermione. He hadn't realized it until he had nearly lost her in the Department of Mysteries
last month. Harry felt as if his whole world had been slashed into pieces the second Dolohov hit
Hermione with the curse. He didn't admit it to anyone, but he knew that if Hermione didn't
love him back, he would surely commit suicide right that second.

Engrossed in his own feelings and thoughts about Hermione, Harry failed to realize that it was
nine o' clock in the morning and that a ruffled, brown owl was tapping quite loudly on his
window. Afraid the noise would awaken and anger Uncle Vernon, Harry quickly opened the window and
allowed the owl, whom Harry knew was called Errol, into his room and to have some water from
Hedwig's bowl. Attached to Errol's leg was a letter from none other than Ron Weasley.
Ron's letter was rather lengthy, and looked as if it had been written in Ron's neatest
handwriting.

*Harry,*

*I don't know if she told you, but Hermione wrote to me, asking where we will be spending
the summer holidays after you're picked up from the Dursley's. When I read that, I asked
mum and she said that after you're picked up, we'll be going back to Hogwarts immediately,
along with Professor McGonagall and everybody else that was with us in the Department of Mysteries.
We'll have the entire castle to ourselves for a month! Won't it be great? We'll be able
to play chess and not do homework in the luxury of Hogwarts. I wrote and told Hermione this as
well. Dumbledore will be contacting Neville and Luna tomorrow. I expect Hermione will be pleased
too because she'll be able to use every stupid book in the library for her homework and
everything. Dumbledore visited yesterday and gave me yours, mine, and Ginny's Hogwarts letters,
so I sent them along with Errol. I haven't gathered up the guts to look at my O.W.L. results
yet, but you can if you want. I know I probably did horribly, but still, as long as I don't
have Trelawney again, I'll be fine. By the way, I hope they'll surprise you, but Tonks,
Moody, and Lupin are coming to pick you up today at five, so we can leave for Hogwarts as soon as
possible.*

*~Ron*

Harry looked behind Ron's letter, and saw another letter with the Hogwarts seal on it. Harry
opened it, and found his book list for next year, along with yet another envelope from Hogwarts and
one from the Ministry. He looked at his book letter first.

*Dear Mr. Potter,*

*We are pleased to inform you that your life-long quidditch ban put into effect by Professor
Umbridge last year has been lifted, and you are now allowed back onto the Gryffindor Quidditch
Team. We are also pleased to announce that you are the new Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team
and you should find your badge, along with another surprise, waiting for you in an enclosed
envelope. The term starts on 1 September. We await your owl no later than 31 July. Please find
enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.*

*Sincerely,*

*Minerva McGonagall*

*Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry*

Harry was elated with joy. He had not only been given his most favorite thing at Hogwarts back,
(well, maybe second-most), but he had also been made Captain of the Quidditch Team. What could be
better? Harry then opened the other envelope from Hogwarts and out fell three things, his
Captain's badge, his book list, and yet another envelope. Putting those things aside, (he was
quite annoyed with the envelope-inside-the-envelope concept), Harry picked up his letter from the
Ministry, deciding to find out whether or not his dreams of being an Auror would be squashed or
allowed to nurture for another two years. Inside the envelope, there was a letter, which Harry
opened and read.

*Dear Mr. Potter,*

*We are pleased to inform you of your results from your Ordinary Wizarding Level Examinations.
The grades are as follows: the highest possible grade is O, for Outstanding, E, for Exceeds
Expectations, and A, for Average. These are the passing grades. The failing grades are as follows:
P, for Poor, and D, for Dreadful.*

*Astronomy*

*Written: A*

*Practical: A (*)*

*Care of Magical Creatures*

*Written: E*

*Practical: E*

*Charms*

*Written: E*

*Practical: O*

*Defense Against the Dark Arts*

*Written: O (**)*

*Practical: O (**)*

*Divination*

*Written: A*

*Practical: D*

*History of Magic*

*Written: P*

*Potions*

*Written: E*

*Practical: E*

*Transfiguration*

*Written: E*

*Practical: O*

*(*) - Due to the circumstances surrounding the Astronomy exam, all grades have been set to
`Acceptable'. If you would like to take a make-up, then the exam will be re-administered along
with the end-of-year tests.*

*(**) - Your examiner has stated that if it were possible to get a higher grade than an O, you
would have received it.*

*Mr. Potter, we have also received notes from many of your Professors, namely Professors
McGonagall and Flitwick, who have taken note that you are expressing interests in becoming an Auror
later in life. Professor Dumbledore, who was unable to judge your performance this previous year,
was unable to give a recommendation, but also stated that you were an excellent candidate for our
`Early Decision' Program. This program allows you to train with one of your professors, who
must also consent, in order to learn the required material for the Auror Examinations, which will
allow you to take the exams the year you leave Hogwarts. If you would like to enter into this
program, please notify your chosen professor immediately, so that he/she may provide the paperwork
to the Ministry of Magic. We wish you luck, and hope you succeed.*

During the course of reading this letter, Harry's heart had gone down, up, and up again. He
had first thought that because of his inability to get an O in Potions, he would not be able to
become an Auror. Then, he read the part about the Auror Program. After deciding that he was,
indeed, going to accept, he wrote a note to Professor Dumbledore, asking him to be his trainer. He
now picked up his final Hogwarts letter and opened it. Out came, to Harry's utter disbelief, a
Prefect badge and a letter from Professor McGonagall. He picked up McGonagall's letter and read
it.

*Dear Mr. Potter,*

*I hope you have already read your O.W.L. results, and I am proud that you managed to get an
`Exceeds Expectations' in both the practical and written tests. Professor Dumbledore and I have
both spoken to Professor Snape and have convinced him to allow you into his N.E.W.T. Potions class.
Also, Professor Dumbledore has chosen you as the sixth-year boy Gryffindor prefect along with Ms.
Patil as the sixth year girl Gryffindor prefect. You are now considered full prefects and you are
given the same privileges as all other prefects. Along with this, you will be receiving Animagus
training from me, along with Mr. Weasley, and Ms. Granger. Also, you will additionally be taking
Occlumency and Legilimency classes from Professor Dumbledore and finally, you will be taking extra
classes with Professor Snape for advanced Potions, delving almost irretrievably into Dark Art
potions. Also, you will be taking Offensive and Defensive Dark Arts classes with Professor
Dumbledore, in order to prepare you for upcoming responsibilities. I assume that you have also
chosen Professor Dumbledore as your instructor for your Auror Program, and know that I will also
help, and all of your teachers, as well. We all want to see Lily and James Potter's only son,
become an Auror as well. Only Professors Dumbledore, Snape, and myself, know about your extra
lessons. Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger only know about Animagus lessons, and they will not know of
any of your other extra lessons. Do not, without consent of Professor Dumbledore, or myself
enlighten Mr. Weasley or Ms. Granger about these extra lessons. All will be revealed in time. We
will see you soon, Mr. Potter.*

*Sincerely,*

*Minerva McGonagall*

Harry was so confused, and yet, so excited. His parents had been Aurors? No wonder they were
able to survive Voldemort three times. It was as if all his dreams had suddenly come true. But he
was angered slightly that he would have to keep yet another thing a secret from Hermione and Ron.
He hated keeping secrets from them for two reasons. One was that it was nearly impossible to lie to
Hermione, which was intensified by the fact that he loved her. The other reason was that if he kept
all this inside, he was sure to explode. And what about quidditch? With all of his extra-curricular
activities, how was he going to fit quidditch into his schedule? He *was* Quidditch Captain,
after all. If the Captain couldn't make it to the match, who would?

He would find out soon enough because, suddenly, Harry heard three loud popping noises and
before he knew what was happening, he found himself looking up into the faces of Nymphadora Tonks,
Remus Lupin, and Alastor Moody. They all greeted each other after assuring the fact that Harry was
not some imposter under the influence of Lord Voldemort. After this, they offered to wait outside,
while he tidied his room up a bit. They said that they had cast a null-magic charm on the house so
Harry could use magic to tidy up. Grateful for the chance to do something useful without hard
labor, Harry announced to the room at large, “Scourgify,” which cleaned every single spec off the
walls, as well as cleaning all his clothes. Satisfied with his handiwork, he spoke, “Pack,” which
put all of his clothes, books, parchment, quills, and broomstick, into his trunk, which locked
itself with a quick “Collo Portus.”

Harry then stepped outside of the room, and told Moody, Lupin, and Tonks he was ready to leave.
Lupin then said, “We'll be traveling by Portkey to The Burrow, and we will floo from there to
you-know-where. Okay?”

“Fine,” said Harry, glad to finally be rid of the house for another year.

“On three. One…Two…Three,” Lupin said, as they all felt a familiar tug behind the navel.

*Thud*. Harry's trunk landed on the kitchen of The Burrow and the sound echoed eerily
in the empty house.

“Okay, Harry. Here is some Floo Powder,” said Lupin, as he gave some of the powder to Harry,
“Now remember, if you turn up in the wrong place, use Hedwig to contact us at once. Good luck.”

Harry took his wand and said, “Incendio,” which lit the Burrow fire. Harry then threw the floo
powder into the fire, and said in a clear voice, “Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.”

When Harry appeared in the middle of his late godfather's kitchen, his vision was obscured
when his glasses were knocked to the ground, due to Hermione hugging him so hard that he didn't
know what hit him, literally.

“C'mon, Hermione, let him breathe. He can't even see because you've knocked his
glasses off. Here you go mate,” said Ron, as he handed Harry back his glasses.

“Thanks for the welcome, Hermione, what's the big hug for?” questioned Harry.

“Erm…It's for finally letting yourself realize that you aren't responsible for
Sirius's death,” said Hermione timidly, and in a shaky voice. Almost as if she made it up off
the top of her head.

At this comment, Harry fell silent. His eyes went dark, and the spark of green that Hermione had
come to know and love, was rapidly disappearing.

“I don't want to talk about that right now, Hermione. Besides, I think I have enough of a
reminder, considering where I am,” said Harry, looking sulky.

Before Hermione could react, Ron said quickly, “Well, mate, who do you reckon will be the
Quidditch Captain, this year?”

At this, Harry took a step back from Hermione and mumbled feebly, “It's me. Just found out
about half an hour ago,”

Ron's reaction was predictable. His face reddened to the point that his face was almost
indistinguishable, compared to his hair. He opened his mouth once, and then shut it, thinking
better of it. He then stormed out of the room, leaving a slightly saddened Hermione and an even
more depressed Harry.

Before Hermione could speak, Harry said, “Damn. Why does McGonagall have to pick me for
everything? She picks me as prefect, and then quidditch captain, then-“

“You're a prefect, too?” said Hermione, incredulously.

“Yeah, and now, I am having severe second-thoughts. Maybe I should just resign; maybe Ron will
lay off me,” said Harry.

“He wouldn't want you to do that, Harry,” said Hermione, soothingly, clearly seeing the
extent of his depression.

“Yeah, why *not*? Why would he not want his best, over pompous, idiotic, crazy, maniacal
friend to give up the status that he has?” said Harry in a loud voice.

Hermione, crying, stood up and left the room, leaving behind a very angry and very sad
Harry.

After finding out that everyone was upstairs waiting for him, observing by the din upstairs,
Harry resigned himself to leaving his trunk in the basement kitchen, and heading up to the party.
Once he arrived, everyone greeted him, and asked him why it had taken so long for him to come up,
and why they hadn't seen either Ron or Hermione, since they had gone down to see him. Harry
answered that he had no clue where they were, and told the group that he would go upstairs to look
for them. On the landing on the second floor, however, Harry came across a disturbing sight; Ron
and some blonde-haired witch snogging the hell out of each other. Harry, deciding that he had
better leave them to it, he headed upstairs, where he could hear a voice, crying. Oddly enough, it
was Hermione's voice. As he entered the unlocked room, he found himself staring at the back of
Hermione, who was praying at her bedside, looking out the window. In the midst of her sobs, Harry
could make out what she was saying.

“Please, please let the two of them get back to the way they were before the Triwizard
Tourament. Please let them not fight and bicker constantly. I can't stand it when they fight;
it's like they don't realize what they're missing out on,” said Hermione, not having
realized that there was another person in the room, listening to her every word.

After hearing this, Harry thought about his relationship with Ron. He thought about how it had
all gone considerably, but slowly downhill from Fourth Year. He realized that Ron and himself would
never be the same. However, he did know that Ron would spare no expense to make sure he was there
until the end, alongside Harry and Hermione. However, Harry also recognized another feeling within
his very soul. He didn't think of Hermione as merely the bookworm best friend he had, but as
the one girl-no, Hermione was no longer a girl, if the mirror on the wall that was showing her side
view was anything to go by. No, Hermione was the one woman who stuck by his every decision; not
wavering in her trust of Harry, and, Harry realized, Hermione was the only woman he would ever
*love*. Harry knew that now. He *loved* Hermione. But how to make her see that? However,
he now focused on Hermione again.

“And, please, let Harry figure out that I am always here for him, if he needs me. Let him figure
out that I- I, *love* him, with the all of my heart and soul. Please, God, let him realize
that I love him, and please, let him love me. Only you know what would happen if he rejected me; I
wouldn't be able to live anymore. It took me almost two years to figure it out, but I do love
him, and I hope, against all hope, that you will make him love me as I love him. Please, God,
answer my prayer. Amen,” said Hermione. Then, she turned around, presumably to get ready for the
party, when she realized that Harry was crossing the very short distance between them, and placing
his lips upon hers, making her tremble with excitement. An indeterminable time later, they broke
apart, owing for the need of oxygen in their bodies. As they gathered their breath, they gazed
lovingly into each other's eyes, each stating the fact that the other wished was true. They
were in *love*.

“Harry, do you-,” said Hermione.

“Of course I do, Hermione. You mean the world to me, and I don't realize how I was so stupid
as to *not* realize it before now. Hermione, I *love* you. And judging from what I just
heard from you a few seconds ago, I think you feel the same,” said Harry, softly.

“Yes, I do. Oh god, you don't know how much I am grateful that you heard me,” said
Hermione.

“I think I do, because you were obviously happy enough to dismiss the fact that I eavesdropped
on you and invaded your privacy,” said Harry, with a hint of humor in his voice.

“You know I could never begrudge you listening to what I was trying to say to you all along,”
said Hermione, playfully.

“Well, Hermione, if we are going to do this, then we should do it properly. Hermione, will you
be my girlfriend?” said Harry, bending down on one knee as he spoke.

“Yes, Harry, I will,” said Hermione, kneeling down, as well. Harry then leaned forward, and
captured her lips in a fiery kiss, that sent shivers of anticipation down both their spines. After
Harry's tongue touched her bottom lip, Hermione opened her mouth, and allowed her access to her
mouth, letting him pleasure her like no one else could ever have done. As Hermione wrapped her arms
around Harry's neck, Harry leaned backward so they both ended up on the bed, with Hermione on
top of Harry. After breaking the kiss, Hermione straddled Harry, and she felt Harry's growing
erection through his pants, as she ground her hips into his. Harry let out moans of pleasure, as
did Hermione. However, when Harry reached under her shirt and started raking his fingers over her
abdomen, Hermione suddenly jerked away from him.

“Harry, we can't do this; not now. I know you want to, and so do I, but I am not ready yet.
Besides, we are only sixteen; we can't,” said Hermione, moving back from the bed, straightening
her shirt. After hearing her explanation, Harry nodded his head and spoke.

“Alright, I will wait for when you are ready. But don't make me wait too long. Only looking
at you does this to me,” said Harry, pointing at the obvious bulge in his pants. Hermione laughed,
but said that they should get down to the party. Harry also promised Hermione that he would try and
mend things with Ron. Remembering what he had seen on the way up, Harry asked if he knew whom the
blonde Ron was snogging was.

“Oh, that's Luna Lovegood. She is staying with us at Hogwarts,” said Hermione.

“Ron and Luna? I would never have thought *that* would happen,” said Harry. As they reached
the bottom of the stairs, they found the party was still in full swing, even though it was nearly
eleven thirty. As they stepped into the party, however, the front door opened, and Albus Dumbledore
stepped through, holding a muggle envelope, accompanied by a goblin. Dumbledore's entrance
caused everyone to become silent. Dumbledore smiled.

“Nothing to keep you from partying; just the will of one, Sirius Charles Black. My friend here,
is Grand Goblin Grewlyn, of Gringotts,” said Dumbledore, closing the door in his wake. Hermione
felt Harry's grip on her hand tighten, and saw the same blank expression steal across his face,
making the spark in his emerald eyes disappear. This was going to be tough.

A/N: I hope I have satisfied many people's complaints about the character behavior. Please
leave a review if you have time.

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2. Newfound Knowledge
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A/N Hello all, this is my first fic that I have ever written, so please Read and Review nicely.
If you must flame me, at least sign it with your name. I will not get angry at any of you, and I
will not take it personally, unless you leave a flame review that is unsigned. By the way,
obviously, I own none of the characters here, except for the ones I make up. I also own the
plot.

*Chapter 2: Newfound Knowledge*

Dumbledore stepped into the room and asked Grewlyn to pick the people who were associated with
Sirius's will. Grewlyn pointed to Remus, Harry, and Molly and Arthur Weasley. The selected
people all walked upstairs into the enormous Black Family Drawing room.

“I am not one who is accustomed to greetings, so I will please ask you all to sit, so that we
may begin,” said Grewlyn.

Harry, The Weasleys, and Lupin all sat down in the mahogany chairs lined up in neat rows.

“Now, let's begin,” said Grewlyn, “I, Sirius Charles Black, the last remaining male directly
descending from the ancient sorcerer, William Alexander Black, hereby establish that the following
is in accordance with my wishes, and wizarding law, and shall, therefore, not be read until such a
time that my death can be verified. Firstly, I wish to leave to my last remaining friend and
marauder, Remus J. Lupin, my entire collection of potion ingredients, books, and half of my
fortune. To my godson, Harry James Potter, I leave the other half of the Black Family Fortune,
totaling approximately 12.7 Billion galleons, and the deeds to my family house located at Number
12, Grimmauld Place, London, and give him the entire ownership of all items located in that place
of residence, not previously mentioned. To the Order of the Phoenix, I grant the permission for
them to use Number 12, Grimmauld Place, London, in any way deemed reasonable by my godson, Harry
James Potter. To Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, I entreat you to `give Harry
assistance'. I assume you know of what I speak, as it was in the letter I left for you when I
escaped from Azkaban. Finally, to Arthur and Molly Weasley, for the help you have given me in my
duties as godfather to Harry, I give you a portion of my fortune, totaling 1 billion galleons. I
know that you would not accept this unless I was deceased, so I have no doubts that you will use
this in your lives and your children's lives effectively.

Sirius Charles Black”

The moment Grewlyn finished speaking, Harry looked around at everyone assembled there and
realized that they were all staring at Grewlyn, surprised (all except Dumbledore, who kept up his
blank, slightly humored expression).

“That is all. Dumbledore has informed me that you all will be visiting Diagon Alley tomorrow, so
you can finish all the necessary paperwork. Now, I shall leave. Albus,” said Grewlyn. Albus stood
and accompanied him to the front door, where he placed a severe memory charm, erasing the fact that
he knew where to find the Order of Phoenix, if he wanted to. Afterwards, they all came downstairs
and ate the wonderful three-course meal Mrs. Weasley had cooked, who had insisted to Dobby that she
wanted to cook alone. Dobby had succumbed to her will and had set the table. After eating, Harry
had just gotten up to put his plate away when Dumbledore looked at him importantly, piercing him
with his twinkling eyes. His eyes then darted to the door and he left. Harry, perplexed, put his
plate away and went outside to see if Dumbledore was still there, which he was. He motioned for him
to follow him upstairs, after pressing his finger to his lips to silence any questions he had. Once
they were upstairs, Dumbledore removed the finger from his lips, and said, “Harry, you must listen
carefully, there is a traitor in the Order. I do not know whom to trust. You must be very careful
as to whom you tell the Order's more confidential secrets, as we do not know who the spy is, or
if there is only one spy. I know for a fact that Mad Eye, Tonks, and Lupin are not the spy because
I used Legilimency and found no evidence of the Imperius Curse being used. Everyone else, I have no
idea. I seriously doubt that it is Ron or Hermione because they do not know of the information that
was leaked. I am telling you this so that you can help me find out who the traitor is. I will not
tell you who I think it is, though I believe I know who it is, but until I know for sure, that
information must be kept secret. In the meantime, Harry, I feel that we can start your Occlumency
and Legilimency training immediately. If I feel that you have progressed enough, we will start with
your Offensive and Defensive Dark Arts lessons. Tonight, however, I feel that it is late, and you
should get some rest, as you are apparently going to Diagon Alley tomorrow. Remember Harry, be
careful what you tell others. Should you feel it necessary to tell Mr. Weasley or Miss Granger of
what I have told you, feel free to do so. However, be conscious of the fact that if the spy becomes
aware that they are being hunted out, it will be disastrous for the Order. Goodnight, Harry.”

And with that, Dumbledore exited the room and proceeded to leave through the front door. As the
door closed behind him, Harry was thinking only one thing: *What the bloody hell was all that
about?!*

As he re-entered the kitchen, he found Hermione and Ron had just finished eating, and were
exiting the kitchen. Catching their eye, Harry motioned for them to hurry up and follow him. They
all went to Harry's bedroom, where Harry explained the situation to them. Hermione reacted
predictably, “Harry, you should be really careful.”

“Hermione, don't you think you're stating the obvious?” said Harry.

“Yes, well, a little reminder never hurt anyone,” said Hermione in a mock-pained voice.

“Aw, did I make my girlfriend unhappy?” said Harry, pretending to pout.

The three of them burst out laughing. Ron's reaction was also predictable.

“Nothing you can do, mate. All you *can* do is listen to Dumbledore,” said Ron.

The three of them talked until about midnight, when Ron insisted that he had to give Luna a kiss
goodnight. Harry and Hermione knew better, however, and Harry predicted that Ron wouldn't be
getting back to his room for a while. Harry and Hermione took the free time to have a small
snogging session of their own, and found out, to Hermione's delight, that there *were*
other ways of pleasuring a woman, than just shagging.

A/N: A lot shorter than the original, but it is better, I feel.

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3. Diagon Alley and Beyond
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**A/N: There are some confusing parts in this chapter, because I originally had Harry's
thoughts in quotes, also. Therefore, I have put al of Harry's thoughts in italics, so you
don't get confused.**

*Chapter 3: Diagon Alley and Beyond*

The next day dawned early and Harry, especially, was up very early due to the fact that Hedwig
had pecked him half-to-death at six in the morning. There was an overly small owl, not unlike Pig,
zooming around the room, which did not sit very well with Hedwig. Harry had spent half the night
calming her down long enough to catch the owl and read the letter. Surprisingly Ron didn't even
move in his sleep while all of this was happening. The letter read:

*Dear Harry,*

*Meet me in my office tomorrow morning (actually, it might be this morning) after Professor
McGonagall dismisses you. Do not bring anyone along. I will send a fake letter to you at that time
so that you may convince your friends you truly cannot bring anyone with you. This is of utmost
importance.*

*Albus Dumbledore.*

Harry read the letter over and over again. *Why the bloody hell was Dumbledore sending him
this at two in the morning?!* Harry decided to put the letter away in his case for safekeeping.
Since he couldn't go back to sleep, he packed his trunk and made sure he had everything he
needed. He mentally checked off the entire list:

*Firebolt, that's at Hogwarts, so check. Books, check. Clothes, check. Money, oops,
I'll have to make another withdrawal tomorrow, so check. Wand, check. Hermione's letter
case, check. Hedwig's treats, check. Hedwig's cage, check. Hedwig, check. Trunk, check.
Alright, everything's set. Now just to wait for everyone else to get up.*

Not a moment later, Mrs. Weasley knocked on the door, “GET UP, YOU TWO. TIME FOR YOU TO GET
READY.”

Ron, being the heavy sleeper that he is, was suddenly startled. Realizing that it was still dark
outside, he yelled at his mom, “BLOODY HELL, MUM! IT'S NOT EVEN DAWN YET!” He regretted his
decision in voicing that thought a moment later when Mrs. Weasley burst the door open and dragged
Ron's mattress onto the floor. “RONALD WEASLEY! YOU WILL *NOT* USE SUCH LANGUAGE IN FRONT
OF ME!” And with that Mrs. Weasley waved her wand at him causing cold spurts of water to land on
his head, effectively erasing his grogginess. “Damnit,” said Ron. “I hate when she does that.
Anyway, what the bloody hell are we up this early for? It's not like we're going anywhere
besides Diagon Alley and then to Hogwarts, isn't it?”

“I dunno, mate. I just couldn't sleep,” said Harry, conscious of the fact that if Ron knew
the real reason why he was up so early. It would take a lot of convincing on Harry's part to
make him stay in the common room during his “meeting” with Dumbledore.

Ron got dressed and made sure he had all of his books in his trunk. “Alright mate. Ready to go
down. I reckon the girls will probably still be in there rooms seeing how they take forever
`getting ready,'” said Ron, sarcastically. Harry, Ron, and Neville, who had slept in the room
next to theirs, went down to breakfast together. By this time the sun was rising, casting a red
glow over the horizon. Ron sat down immediately and started eating as if he had never touched food
in his life. Neville and Harry, after seeing Ron's keenness on the food, lost their
appetites.

“You go on, mate. I'm not that hungry after all,” said Harry.

“Yea,” said Neville, whose face looked slightly green.

Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen with the girls, all of whom looked like it was perfectly
normal to eat breakfast at the crack of dawn. Mrs. Weasley then spoke to the group, “ I'll go
wake up Professor McGonagall, shall I?”

“WHAT!! You wake us up at three in the morning, telling us we need to get ready, and when
we're ready you wake up our supervisor *three* hours later!” exploded Ron.

“She's your teacher, Ronald. Honestly, if you must know, she's not getting nearly enough
sleep these days, what with Dumbledore assigning her endless jobs from the Order. And on top of
that, she has to worry about what a prat you'll be in her class the entire year,” fumed Mrs.
Weasley. She spoke Dumbledore's name with suppressed rage and looked livid. Even *Ron*
knew when *not* to push Mrs. Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley then exited the room. The moment she left the girls all let out audible sighs of
relief. “Thank God she's out of here. Now I can get some real quality sleep. She woke us up at
*two in the morning*!” said Ginny.

Luna said, “Well, Ronald, it seems you have quite an appetite.”

Everyone in the room laughed out loud except for Ron, who blushed crimson, and Luna, whose face
looked unfazed by the spontaneous outburst of laughter at her comment. “You can laugh but I know
that people who don't eat as much as they want to attract large armies of swatterflies,” said
Luna.

Hermione was saved the trouble of asking what swatterflies *were* when Luna spoke,
“Swatterflies are extremely oversized mosquitoes who suck the magical energy from a witch or
wizard. When faced with a muggle, it simply drains blood like a normal mosquito.”

After this comment the entire room went quiet. Half of the people were pondering asking Luna is
she had ever *seen* a swatterfly. The other half were too tired or, in Ron's case, too
occupied with other things. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Mrs. Weasley reentered the room
accompanied by Professor McGonagall, who was dressed in a rather shabby black cloak and her hair
tied up in a tight bun. “We will have to finish all of our shopping early so that we are not
noticed by too many people. That is why we are all up at six in the morning. Professor Dumbledore
has requested the shopkeepers of Flourish and Blott's, the Apothecary, and Madame Malkin's
Robe shop to set up early so that we may be done with our shopping by seven. We will then portkey
directly to Hogwarts. Professor Dumbledore has set up the wards to maximum protection so we must
wait for him to come down onto the grounds and lower the wards. If you do not wait for him,
however, the wards would kill you. So I suggest you do not make rash decisions,” said Professor
McGonagall, who at this comment looked hard at Harry. Harry shook his head in agreement, as well as
everyone else. “Very well. Now that we are all fed, shall we head to Diagon Alley? We will use
another portkey, as the fires in this manor have been taken off the Floo Network, for privacy of
the Order. Everyone gather your things, I shall reduce them in size so that we will not all have a
trunk to carry,” said Professor McGonagall. She then cast the Reduction Charm on each of the
trunks, along with Hedwig's, Pig's, and Crookshanks's cages. Mrs. Weasley would ship
Crookshanks to Hogwarts the next day because Crookshanks was afraid of dark places and dawn had yet
to approach.

Before they left Mrs. Weasley gave Ginny the key to their Gringotts vault and said, “Here is the
key to our vault at Gringotts, Ginny. Make sure you don't lose it!”

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna, Ginny, Neville, and Professor McGonagall all placed one finger on
the tattered muggle newspaper that Professor McGonagall was holding out to them. After a countdown
from ten, Harry experienced the familiar jerk behind his navel that he had come to associate with
portkey travel. In a blend of howling wind and whirling color, Harry and the others landed rather
unsteadily in the middle of a deserted Diagon Alley. Gringotts stood tall and tilted, breaking the
monotony of the one-story shops that lined the street towards it. Harry and the others went inside
Gringotts and found that only the head goblin and two assistant goblins were on duty. Professor
McGonagall presented the head goblin with a list of the vaults that they would be visiting. Harry,
however, had not told her about depositing some of his fortune with Hermione, and Ron. Slightly
hesitating, he stepped towards the head goblin and said, “I would like to create an account for the
minors, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. Once those are created, I would like to transfer the
sum of one million galleons each to those vaults. I would also like to finish the paperwork
regarding the transfer of funds from the vault in Sirius Black's name to my vault.” The head
goblin looked affronted at the sudden formality coming from the boy who stood before him. Why, not
even five years ago, he had stood here, accompanied by the half-giant Rubeus Hagrid, looking like
the world was a huge dragon leering at him. This time however he let his emotions drain from his
face. He nodded, took out the necessary paperwork and said, “Are Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley here,
presently?”

“Yes, they are,” said Harry. He pointed out Ron and Hermione from the rest. The head goblin
nodded again.

“Very well. Would you, Miss Granger, come here and sign this form stating that you are aware of
the bank's policies towards accounts and the security measures we take to ensure your money
remains in your possession. Should there be a successful robbery and your vault is robbed, you will
receive the amount that was taken from you back, as you are insured,” stated the head goblin in
slightly bored tones. He had obviously done this one too many times already. Hermione stepped
forward and signed her name on the parchment, which instantly copied itself ten times. One copy was
sent to Hermione's vault for safekeeping, one copy was given to Hermione, and the rest were all
taken to the filing cabinets. After this process was completed, Hermione stepped back, amazed at
the amount of thoroughness with which the goblins did their job. After the head goblin gave
Hermione her vault key, he requested that Ron come forward.

“Please come here and sign this form, stating that you are aware of the bank's policies
towards accounts and the security measures we take to ensure your money remains in your possession.
Should there be a successful robbery and your vault is robbed, you will receive the amount that was
taken from you back, as you are insured,” repeating what he had said to Hermione. Ron also signed
the form and the same procedure occurred. Finally the head goblin spoke again, “Mr. Potter, please
come forward. Your vault number please?”

“687,” said Harry.

“Very well. Your current balance is in the order of sixteen billion, eight hundred million, two
thousand and forty-two galleons. After this transaction, your balance will become sixteen billion,
seven hundred ninety-seven million, two thousand and forty-two galleons. Is this acceptable?” said
the head goblin with slight surprise at Harry's enormous bank balance.

Harry, who felt even more ashamed of his amassed weight, decided to up the anty a little bit.
“Make that ten million galleons to each of those vaults, please.” When he looked around, Ron was
dumbstruck and Hermione looked very happy. Harry had a gut feeling that she wasn't happy for
her own personal gains.

The head goblin nodded and took out another piece of parchment. He threw the old ones away. As
it went into the rubbish bin, it was magically disintegrated in a flash of smoke. The head goblin
said, “Very well. Again, your current balance is in the order of sixteen billion, eight hundred
million, two thousand, and forty-two galleons. After this transaction, your balance will become
sixteen billion, seven hundred seventy million, two thousand, and forty-two galleons. Is this
acceptable?”

“Yes,” said Harry. He felt slightly better at the fact that he was giving the people who loved
him some worldly pleasure. However, deep inside his heart, he knew that no amount of gold was worth
what Ron, and Hermione had given and would give him in the future. *At least now they know that
their sacrifice for me wasn't in vain. Though they probably didn't expect anything in
return. Still, they deserve the best and I will give them the best.*

“Very well, Mr. Potter. Please sign here.”

Harry stepped forward and signed his name on the parchment. The parchment instantly made nine
copies of itself.

“Here is your copy,” said the head goblin, as the other nine copies sped off to their
destinations. “Very well. Now that we have sorted all that mess out, Miss Granger your vault number
is 1080. Mr. Weasley your vault number is 1081. Rednick, here, will take you down to your
vaults.”

Rednick bowed before them and led the way to the carts. As there were seven people, Rednick led
them into a large cart placed close to the entrance to the vaults. “Please step in. We will be
visiting six vaults today. Is that correct?”

“Yes, that is correct,” said Harry as he handed Rednick the keys to all the vaults. They would
be visiting: Neville's, The Weasley's, Harry's, Hermione's, Ron's, and
Luna's.

The cart first stopped at Neville's vault, number 589. Neville scooped up about two fistfuls
of galleons and closed the vault. Rednick then gave Neville back his vault key. The cart's next
stop was at Harry's vault. When they opened the door, Harry realized they must have enlarged it
because the back wall was barely visible from the piles upon piles of galleons, which Harry assumed
to each be about 1 million galleons. Harry quickly scooped up about three handfuls of galleons and
closed the door. After they got back into the cart, Rednick gave Harry back his vault key. They
came to Luna's vault, number 723 next. Luna just took a handful of galleons and a handful of
sickles. Luna also got her key back after leaving her vault. After Luna's vault they went to
the Weasley's vault, number 819. Ginny couldn't conceal her glee at the mountain of
galleons in her family's vault. She scooped up three handfuls of galleons and left. Rednick
then proceeded to give her back her key. Finally they arrived at Hermione's vault. Once opened
Hermione let out a squeak of glee and placed three handfuls of galleons into a purple bag that she
had gotten for Christmas last year. After leaving Hermione's vault, they walked next door to
Ron's vault. Ron gaped at the amount of galleons he had which were his own. He thanked Harry
again and scooped up about three handfuls of galleons. Repeating the procedure, Rednick gave
Hermione and Ron back their keys and they all got into the cart for the trip back to the surface.
Once back at the front desk, Harry spoke up, “Mr. Head Goblin, is there any way in which I can
authorize payments from my vault without providing the vault number?”

“Yes. We call it the check notes system. It was derived from the muggle use of little paper
slips as payment for items they didn't have enough cash for at the moment. We changed it so
that all you have to do is take your `check book' and tap it with your wand while saying the
amount of money you wish the check to be worth. You then speak the incantation, *Approvus
checkus,* and the gold will automatically be transferred to the store's vault. If it is a
check to an individual, then you must state their full name when you state the amount the check is
worth. We have check books available for two knuts, if you'd like one, Mr. Potter,” said the
head goblin.

Harry pulled out two knuts and placed them on the head goblin's desk. “Yes, I would like to
buy one,” said Harry. The head goblin took the knuts and gave Harry what looked like a muggle
checkbook.

The moment it touched Harry's hand, it shrank to the size of Harry's fist.

After Harry's purchase the group left Gringotts and went outside. Once outside they found
that the time was six twenty. They decided to head to Flourish and Blott's first. Harry,
Hermione, Ron, Luna, Neville, and Ginny all bought the necessary books they would need for the
coming year. After exiting Flourish and Blott's, Harry and Ron decided that they needed new
Hogwarts robes because Ron had had a huge growth spurt and stood at the height of six feet, four
inches. Harry, not far behind him, at a height of six feet one inches, also noticed that his robes
were a bit too small. Harry and Ron then left for Madame Malkin's Robe Shop for All Occasions.
Once inside, Madame Malkin fitted them both in the span of a minute and they walked out of the door
with their merchandise in a small red bag. They hurried to find the others at the Apothecary. Harry
needed to replenish his Potion's ingredients because he, along with Hermione, would be the only
Gryffindor sixth years in Professor Snape's N.E.W.T. level Potions class. Ron had gotten an A
in both the written and practical examinations for Potions so he didn't qualify for N.E.W.T.
Potions. However, he had confided in Harry that even if he had, by some lucky chance, qualified for
Snape's class, he would have dropped it anyway. He didn't dare say that in front of
Hermione because she seemed to think that all Hogwarts teachers were saints of some sort and were
above such petty things as prejudice. While Hermione and Harry filled up their potion stocks, the
others waited patiently outside the shop for them to finish. Once they were done at the Apothecary,
the group was ready to leave for Hogwarts. The time was six forty five so they lounged around for
about ten minutes before Professor McGonagall held out the newspaper again and they were whisked
away to Hogwarts in a rush of howling wind and swirling color.

Once they arrived at Hogwarts, the group waited patiently for approximately two minutes before
Professor Dumbledore came out onto the grounds and lowered the wards around the school. When the
group was inside the grounds, Professor Dumbledore raised the wards back to their lethal state.
Professor McGonagall then took the group into the Entrance Hall and pulled off her hat. “While you
are here, you are *not* to wander past the grounds. That means no Hogsmeade visits. You will
stay in your respective house Dormitories. Luna, however, will be moved to Gryffindor Tower until
the term starts in two weeks. The password is *Animagus Gryffin.* The entire castle is at your
hands so I suggest you make good use of it. You all have unrestricted access to the Restricted
Section of the Library and Madame Pince has been notified so you may ask her to get whichever books
you need from the Library. Other than that you are free to go. Mr. Potter, please stay behind,”
said Professor McGonagall.

The rest of the group eyed Harry suspiciously but said nothing. Harry said, “I'll meet you
all upstairs.”

When the group had filed away to Gryffindor Tower, Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore looked
at him. “Harry, you will be taking Occlumency classes with Professor Dumbledore starting tonight
after dinner. *We* have thought about it and realize that you may feel the need to tell
someone else about these lessons. We have given you permission to tell Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley
about these classes. Do not, however, tell anyone else. The animagus class for the three of you
will start tomorrow, as you will need tonight to get settled back in at Hogwarts. Come to my office
at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. You may go now, Harry,” said Professor McGonagall.

Harry left the two Professors and began walking up the marble steps to Gryffindor Tower. He was
about to turn a corner through which he would be able to see the Fat Lady but he heard something in
a door off to his right. Raising his wand he crept toward the door. Pushing on it slightly, he
found it was locked. He muttered, “A*lohomora*.” The door's lock clicked open. He opened
the door and the sight that met his eyes made him drop his wand and lose consciousness.

**A/N: Not many changes, except in the Gringotts scene. I know that was a bad cliffy, so please
don't flame me for that. I wanted to post two chapters, but I merged them together, and got
this as the end result. Please R&R.**

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4. Reality and Illusions
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**A/N: Nothing was changed in this chapter. Hi, sorry for the extreme delay in getting this
chapter out. I had my final exams upon me, and I was unable to find time to write, but my exams end
tomorrow, so I will be able to post chapters much more quickly now. However, I am also now a beta
reader, so feel free to send me your fics, as well. My e-mail address is: mka9@comcast.net**

*Chapter 4: Reality and Illusions*

Harry was walking on the Hogwarts grounds, when he saw a disturbance in some of the bushes. As
he got closer, more and more bushes started swaying in the wind. *“Harry...Harry, wake
up”*

“But I *am* up!” yelled Harry.

Suddenly, Harry saw something massive rise up, out of the bushes, its claws ready to tear out
his heart if he moved one more step. Harry stood there, paralyzed by fear, when suddenly he felt
his body being jerked into consciousness.

~@~

As Harry opened his eyes, his vision was hazy; someone had obviously removed his glasses. As he
tried to become familiar with his environment, he found that he was staring up into the ceiling of
a classroom in Hogwarts. Slowly, he looked to his right and left, and saw that there were two
scared faces looking intently at him. Slowly, his memory came back to him. He had seen what no
person should ever see. He had caught Ginny and Neville with their pants down, literally. All their
other clothes had lain in a pile on the floor, which lay unnoticed at their intense love making
session. After seeing the scene, he had blacked out but not before he had seen the horrified pale
faces of Neville and Ginny looking around at him.

“Harry, are you okay?” asked Neville tentatively.

“Yeah, I am fine. I just…” Harry trailed off, leaving an awkward silence in the wake of his
comment.

“You just fainted, Harry. You've been out for five minutes. We would have gone to Pomfrey or
McGonagall, but we thought it might be best if we set a few things straight, first. First of all
Harry, I know this must sound awkward, but I have to ask; are you going to tell Ron?” said Ginny,
again showing courage from out of nowhere to breach the wall of silence that had built up around
the three.

Harry thought, *Hell, if Ron knew, then he'd probably kill Neville. But if I don't
tell Ron, and he finds out, then he's going to kill me, then Neville. But, I guess…aw damn,
where is Hermione when you need her. She'd know what to do. Well, this might work out bad for
me in the end, but I guess I'll let them decide whether or not I should tell Ron.* “You guys
are my friends. I would never do anything that I thought might damage our friendship, but I am
stumped as to whether I should tell Ron. I won't tell Ron, but I really think you should tell
Ron. It may be too early for him to know, but I think the sooner he knows and understands that
nothing he says will make you two break up, the better for all of us. But one thing first, I never,
*never* want to see what I saw again, or I think I might go into permanent shock,” said Harry,
surprising even himself with his insight into Neville and Ginny's relationship. He had a
nagging suspicion that there was something else to his sudden spurt of understanding and knowledge.
*Something else to ask Hermione about*, thought Harry.

Ginny looked immensely relieved at his words and straightened up, along with Harry and Neville.
Once Harry had gotten up and brushed the soot that had accumulated on the backside of his robes,
Ginny reached into her pockets and retrieved Harry's glasses. She held them out to Harry, who
thanked her and left the room. Ginny and Neville stayed behind; Harry didn't need to ask why.
As he was closing the door, he silently uttered a locking and silencing charm on the door, so no
one else could walk in on what he had walked into.

Harry made his way to the Fat Lady and uttered the password. Upon hearing the correct phrase,
the Fat Lady let Harry enter the Gryffindor Common Room. Harry walked into the spacious room, which
sported a fireplace, scarlet carpet, and similarly colored sofas, chairs, and tables. Currently,
the room only had one occupant: Hermione Granger. Hermione was reading her N.E.W.T. Potions text,
*Mixtures and Concoctions for the Overly Smart* by *Miranda James*. Her eyes were taking
in the extremely tiny print of the book, streaking past each line of the book so fast that her eyes
appeared blurred. She was so preoccupied that she didn't even notice Harry creeping up slowly
behind her. Harry suddenly seized the book out of her hands and forced her to turn around.
Hermione, whose face had initially looked utterly startled, now looked angry, but there was an
unmistakable look of humor in her eyes, which was detectable for only a second before she emptied
her face of emotions. However, Harry still caught the glimmer in her eyes before it faded away.
Now, Harry was fighting to maintain control of his emotions. He wanted to pretend to take offense
at the rant Hermione would soon be sending his way, though Harry knew it to be half-hearted.

“HARRY JAMES POTTER! You just scared the living hell out of me! I need to study for this term,
and so do you! I can't believe you are just going to take N.E.W.T. Potions and *not*
study! I mean, Professor Snape is going to be even harder on you than normal this year,” yelled
Hermione, her face turning a slight shade of red, a sure sign that something wasn't right.
However, one very disturbing thought crossed his mind. *Hermione's never called Snape a
professor when she's angry. In fact, I don't remember a time when she has ever called Snape
a Professor out of his earshot since third year. Something is odd here. She usually never fails to
criticize Snape when she can. What happened last year must have done something to her.* During
his musings Harry noticed that the fireplace seemed to flicker more than was natural. This normally
wouldn't be perceived by anyone, but Harry's natural seeker skills gave him the ability to
see the slight repetition in the flames. This was something he had also noticed last year when
Sirius was almost caught by Umbridge. The fire had gone in a repeating pattern, almost as if it
were going *around* something in the fireplace. Harry became suspicious and stood up to put
some water on the fire. Hermione stopped him before he could pull out his wand.

“Don't put out the fire, Harry. It is a bit chilly in here,” said Hermione. Harry however,
ignored her, and said *`Acquais'* while pointing his wand at the fire. Immediately, the
world around Harry started spinning. After a few minutes, Harry found himself looking at Albus
Dumbledore, who was smiling at him. Behind Dumbledore stood Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville, and
Luna, all of who were smiling at him. Before he had even opened his mouth to ask what was going on,
Dumbledore spoke up.

“I believe, Harry, that you have passed your first test with `flying colors' as Muggles
often say. When you entered the Gryffindor Common Room, you saw what you thought was Hermione. In
fact, it was a mere magical illusion. The spell I used is known as the Illusion Curse. It lulls the
victim into a false reality, which is not very unlike the Imperious Curse. It is part of a group of
four curses called the Edward Skinner Curses. Edward Skinner, who was born and raised in London
during the Black Plague, created these curses. You will remember that London at that time was a
place of terror, and many people died of madness before the plague had ever reached them. His
belief that mental pain was more significant and damaging than physical pain was what inspired
Edward to create the Four Curses. His intentions at the time were malevolent, but they hold
attributes that today's wizards can use to great effectiveness. I believe it is one of the
curses you will be reading about in your Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year. I performed
the curse on you when Professor McGonagall was talking to you. I regret, however, that the incident
with Mr. Longbottom and Miss Weasley was no illusion. I intended the curse to trigger the moment
you walked into your common -“

“What incident?” interrogated Ron. His eyes were full of suspicion.

“That, Mr. Weasley, is between Mr. Longbottom and Miss Weasley, and I will not betray their
trust and tell you what happened. I assume that they will tell you in due time,” said Dumbledore
calmly, breaking Ron's resolve as if it were a twig.

Ron stepped down and glared suspiciously at Ginny, who was conveniently not looking at him.
Meanwhile, McGonagall dismissed the six students back to their common room. Once she thought it was
safe to speak openly, she looked to Dumbledore, who was looking in the direction of the recently
departed students. “Do you think they are ready, Dumbledore? They are just teenagers, after all. I
mean, why does this war have to take away their childhood?” said McGonagall.

“I believe Harry, Hermione, and Neville are completely ready. Ron is not ready yet because he
doesn't realize the extents of Voldemort's power, but I think that when given the choice,
he will stand unwaveringly at Harry's side. They have a friendship that is very close, and I
doubt anything will tear the two of them apart. Ginny, however, is the one party I am not
completely sure about. I think that she despises Voldemort as much as any one else, but I think
that she has the ability to be persuaded to come to our side. Hopefully her relationship with
Neville will allow this to occur,” said Dumbledore, in a troubled voice.

“Very well, Albus. Let us hope you are correct in that assumption,” said McGonagall.

~@~

“Anyway, Harry, you should really study for Potions. Snape is going to do anything he can to get
you out of his class,” said Hermione, looking up from her Charms textbook. The group had returned
to the common room, and Ron and Luna had left to do some `studying' in the library. Ginny had
asked Neville to help her with her Herbology essay. Hermione had immediately engrossed herself with
her Charms textbook, and Harry had just simply sat there, admiring the landscape of the Hogwarts
Grounds. When Hermione spoke, Harry looked up into her eyes, seeing that manic glint of her
willpower inside them. Realizing that she wasn't going to stop nagging him to study, Harry
walked upstairs to his room and picked up his bag. He filled it with his Charms, Potions, Defense
Against the Dark Arts, and Transfiguration textbooks, and headed back down to the Common Room. Once
he got downstairs, he realized that Neville and Ginny had left. Putting his bag down at the table
opposite Hermione, Harry took out his Potions textbook and started to read. Hermione, satisfied
with his work ethic, continued her reading. A short time later, Ron, Luna, Ginny, and Neville
reentered the room, and also took out their textbooks and started to study. They studied their
different classes until lunchtime, when they went down to the Great Hall. There was just one table,
at which Professors McGonagall, Dumbledore, and Sprout were sitting, chatting idly. When the
students entered the hall, Dumbledore conjured enough chairs for them all, and they proceeded to
eat a five-course lunch, in which three of the courses remained untouched by all.

During the course of the two weeks, Harry found that he didn't have a problem with Potions
at all. Harry was able to remember almost all of the ingredients and instructions by heart. He was
doing most of this out of the company of Hermione, as well. Hermione had taken to spending most of
her studying time in the Library, where there were even more books she could look in to find the
exact definition of something in one of her textbooks. One day when Harry was writing his Potions
essay, which was already two inches longer than required, Hermione entered the Common Room, looking
for a spare quill. Harry hadn't noticed the disruption in the room, and had jumped out of his
seat, his wand half drawn when he heard Hermione let out a squeal of delight.

“What are *you* so happy about?” asked Harry, still trying to calm himself from his
fright.

“Oh, Harry, don't you realize that you have finally mastered Potions beyond the requirements
of the class? This is wonderful. I always knew you had it in you, I knew Snape was the only one who
was holding you back. Now look at you, you can probably pass your exams this year for potions right
now!” said Hermione in an excited voice.

Harry sat down, and found out that to his amazement, he *had* mastered Potions, to an
extent that would probably receive an `E' from Snape, who was one of the most strict graders
Harry had ever met. Harry let out a laugh at this realization of this fact, and preceded to return
the hug Hermione had given him. *I just wish I could be making as much progress in Occlumency as
in Potions.*

-----~@~-----

FLASHBACK

*`Now Harry, I want you to completely empty your mind of any emotion whatsoever. Think about
nothing; let your mind wander aimlessly. I know it is hard. It is always hard in the beginning, but
try your best Harry. It is imperative that you master Occlumency before Voldemort extracts the
Prophecy's contents from your mind,' said Dumbledore. He had his wand out and was waiting
patiently for Harry to complete his request. When Harry felt he was ready, he said, “Okay,
Professor. Let's go.'*

*`Very well, Legilimens,' said Dumbledore, his wand pointed towards Harry's forehead.
Streams of memories washed through Harry's mind. They were getting progressively less severe,
and finally, Harry was finding neutral, unimportant memories flashing through his thoughts. As soon
as these neutral memories started flashing past, Harry felt a surge of confidence, but Dumbledore
chose that particular moment to remove the spell. Harry was, miraculously, still standing. He felt
his legs about to give way, however, but he was still standing. Dumbledore was looking towards him,
smiling. “That was an improvement, Harry. I imagine nothing of this sort occurred when you were
training with Professor Snape?' said Dumbledore.*

*`No sir; I kept falling whenever he removed the spell. I guess I must be getting better,'
said Harry. However when Harry said this, Dumbledore's smile vanished.*

*`I am afraid, Harry, that I am not such an accomplished Occlumens, or Legilimens as Severus
Snape. No doubt he was using his full powers on your mind. Harry, every night, I want you to
completely empty your mind of any thoughts or emotions. This is enough for today. You may leave
now, Harry,' said Dumbledore.*

END FLASHBACK

-----~@~-----

As Hermione finally let go of him, Harry took out their Animagus text given to them by Professor
McGonagall. During the lessons with Professor McGonagall, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all pretty
sure which animal they would transform into. Harry would transfer into a lion, Ron would transform
into an eagle, and Hermione would transform into a panther. The only reason they had still not
attempted the actual transformation process was because of Professor Dumbledore's insistence
that they each read and knew as much about their transformation as possible, and in order to do
that, the three friends had spent the better part of a week researching and taking notes on each of
the animals they would be transforming into. Hermione, of course, had gone to the library catalog
and had checked out every single book that had either the word `panther' or the word `cats'
in the title. And, surprisingly, she was finished with almost half of her research when Harry and
Ron actually finished. Once Ron realized that he had finished something before Hermione, he spent a
good twenty minutes rubbing it in, but stopped because of the glare he was receiving from his other
two friends. Last night, Professor McGonagall had told the three of them that they would be doing
the beginning steps of the transformation the next day. Therefore, Hermione had insisted to Ron and
Harry that they review their notes on their transformations. Ron, who had gone to “study” with
Luna, said that he would finish reviewing before they took their lesson, which would be taking
place in the evening for some reason.

After having studied his notes as thoroughly as he wanted, Harry found he still had one hour
left before dinner, and then, their Animagus lesson. Harry had no idea where Ron was, so he
couldn't ask him for a game of chess. Therefore, he settled on thinking about the new spells he
had learned in his Dark Arts class with Professor Dumbledore. Harry had now learnt two of the four
Edward Skinner Curses, and he was due to learn the other two in his lesson next week. Harry's
Dark Arts class was held in the Room of Requirement, where there was safety measures put in place
that allowed him to practice Dark Arts spells without inflicting any damage to anyone. So far, he
had learned that once a new Minister of Magic was chosen to replace Fudge, Professor Dumbledore
would personally ensure that Harry would get the proper permits and licenses to perform the Edward
Skinners and other Dark Arts spells that he would be learning. However, for the time being, Fudge
was undergoing trial, and until he got convicted, no new Minister could be chosen. While
reminiscing silently about his Dark Arts class, Harry looked at his watch and realized that dinner
would start in a few minutes. Realizing that if Hermione didn't get up soon, he would have to
force her to leave her notes, Harry said quietly to Hermione, “Dear, it's time for dinner. Put
your notes away so we can leave.”

“Oh, is it really time? I wish I could have reviewed more, but I guess this will have to do.
Okay, let's go,” said Hermione, while packing her bag up.

On the way to the Great Hall, Harry found Ron walking back from the Library looking like he was
going to blow his head off. Harry quickly headed him off, and forced him to talk. Once he realized
that Harry and Hermione weren't going to give up, Ron said in a disgruntled voice, “When I got
to Library, I noticed that the Restricted Section door was ajar. I knew that the Restricted Section
was supposed to be locked at all times, so I went to close the door when I saw Ginny and Neville
doing... Well something that no guy should ever see happen to his sister. They were both into the
moment, and they didn't realize that I saw them. So, I tried to stun Neville, but once I tried
there must have been a ward there, or something, to stop the books from being damaged; I was thrown
backwards into the Circulation Desk, where Madame Pince usually sits. The next thing I know, Ginny
is standing over me, fully clothed, looking at me like I am Umbridge, or something, and Neville is
standing behind her, trying to put his clothes back on. Then, Ginny starts yelling like I never
knew she could. She just kept saying how I was invading her privacy and everything. Then, I got up
and told her that I was in the Library and that *they* were the ones who were not supposed to
be there, and how she never even told me what was going on with her and Neville. Then, I got up and
left and met you two,” said Ron, each word serving to further scrunch up his face so that he looked
positively loathing by the end of his speech. Harry and Hermione stood there, not knowing what to
do. Realizing that they weren't going to do anything, Ron pushed past Harry and Hermione and
proceeded to the Gryffindor Common Room.

When he left, Hermione spoke up, “I never knew about Ginny and Neville. Is that what you saw
before you got to the Common Room that one day?”

“Yeah, I saw them. However, I will tell you up straight that I had no feelings for Ginny beyond
friendship. So you needn't worry. I hope Ron gets over it soon because he better not be late
for our Animagus lesson,” said Harry, looking back towards the route to Gryffindor Tower.

“Oh well. Nothing we can do now,” said Hermione. “Let's go to dinner.”

With that, Harry and Hermione walked down to the Great Hall, hand in hand.

After dinner, to which Ron didn't attend, Professor Dumbledore stood up. “I am pleased to
announce that the trial of Cornelius Fudge, former Minister of Magic, was concluded this morning,
and the new Minister was chosen. As Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, I hereby announce to you, that
none other than Kingsley Shacklebolt, new head of the Auror division, was nominated, and elected,
for the office of Minister of Magic. As you all know, Mr. Shacklebolt is a trusted member of the
Order of the Phoenix and can be trusted in any way. I am also pleased to announce that both
Cornelius Fudge *and* Dolores Umbridge have been sacked from the Ministry of Magic, and Miss
Umbridge is currently serving her twenty-year sentence in Azkaban for attempted use of an
Unforgivable Curse on Harry Potter, reckless endangerment of Harry Potter, and for substantial
physical harm she placed on many Hogwarts students. So, let us raise our goblets to the new
Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt!”

**A/N: Hi, sorry again for the extreme delay in getting this chapter out. As stated above, my
final exams were upon me, and I was unable to find time to write another chapter. Hope you like
this chapter. Also, the idea for the Edward Skinner Curses was from Portkey author Woodrow M. who
has written one of my favorite stories so far, “Harry Potter and the Maw” And for all of you who
are copywrite obsesses, I have contacted Woodrow M., and NAPPA, and they have both given me
permission to use the Edward Skinner Curses. Thanks to both of you! I hope to have the next chapter
posted by May 20, as I am also beta reading as of now.**

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5. Animagi in Action
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*A/N: Nothing changed in this chapter. Nothing much to say here, except that I own nothing,
except the plot, and any additional characters, spells, settings, I may use that do not already
exist in the world of Harry Potter, or those that are not copywrited. Please read the end
author's note (or not, if you choose not to) to read my rant about HBP.*

*Chapter Five: Animagi In Action*

After dinner, (Ron had come down in the end) Harry, Ron and Hermione entered the Staff Room
accompanied by Professors McGonagall, Dumbledore, and Snape. Oddly enough, Snape was visibly more
civil towards Harry during the class. Snape was not commenting on his work during the lesson, and
merely acknowledged his presence; almost as if he was *ignoring* Harry.

Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore began to describe the effects of the potion that Professor
Snape had made for them. The potion would make the drinker lightheaded and dizzy for approximately
three hours, meaning that the trio would not likely be going to their dorms that night. After that,
over the period of one hour, the changes would start, progressing at a rate proportional to the
drinker's knowledge of their alternate form. After this, they would stay in the hospital wing,
as the trio suspected, so that Madame Pomfrey could conduct tests to make sure the potion worked
properly.

“After tonight, we shall meet twice a week until we can be sure each of you can master your
animagi forms well. All right, then. Professor Snape, if you would please produce the potion,” said
Dumbledore, as Snape moved swiftly from his corner in the room to Professor Dumbledore's side,
and back “Ah, yes… Harry, Hermione, Ronald; if you would please step forward, you may begin.” The
trio moved nervously up to Professor Dumbledore with Hermione in the lead. They each took a goblet
of the potion, and took them up to the Hospital Wing. Once there, they drank the potions and all of
them almost instantaneously became unconscious.

The next morning, all three of the young wizards and witch were nursing monstrous headaches.
They had woken up at the end of the initial three-hour period with a feeling of nauseous, similar
to the sensation created by Polyjuice Potion. Over the course of the next hour, Hermione, Harry,
and Ron each achieved their animagus form. Hermione, obviously, had been the first to transform
back into her human form and felt dizzy and fell straight to sleep immediately afterward. The
others followed as well. When they were fully asleep, Madame Pomfrey conducted her examination of
all three students and found nothing wrong. Madame Pomfrey then sent an owl in the morning to the
headmaster, explaining all of this, including the time it took for each student to transform to and
from their animal forms. The headmaster, however, had left that night on Order business, and had
not arrived yet. Meanwhile, the trio in the Hospital Wing was conversing about their experience the
night before. Although it was unspoken, all felt that if they had a choice, they would never take
the potion again. Ron even felt that Professor Snape might have made their potions especially more
distasteful.

“Do either of you feel like we are essentially two *different* people, now that we have all
transformed?” asked Hermione with her usual air of inquiry about her. Harry and Ron did feel that
way, but couldn't find ways to express it, so they simply nodded.

“Well, I don't know about you, but I think that we should all go to the library for a spot
more research on the aftermath of the animagus transformation,” said Hermione, fully knowing that
Professor Dumbledore had explained it only last night but couldn't exactly remember *what*
the Professor said, merely the fact that he *had* explained it. She thought that maybe one of
the others might have remembered, but then realized that it was Ron and Harry. They would have
absorbed nothing of the previous night's talks if at all possible.

“Hermione, *please*! We've done enough bloody studying. Why don't we just talk to
Dumbledore or McGonagall. Actually, come to think of it, they explained it to us last night. They
said…er, well they said that…er. Blimey, I can't remember a single thing. Can you, Harry?”
asked Ron.

“Well, I don't remember either, so what are we doing in here-“ said Harry.

“-you are in here because I need to make sure you are not going to spontaneously combust, or
anything like that. And by the way, Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore aren't here right now.
They're off on Order business somewhere, I expect. Well, while I have you, drink this potion;
it should eliminate most of the dizziness and lightheadedness you probably have,” said Madame
Pomfrey. The explanation being satisfactory, the trio drank the potion and felt perfectly fine
within five minutes, when Albus Dumbledore came bursting through the Hospital Wing door,
accompanied by the rest of the students and teachers, except for Professors Snape and McGonagall.
Dumbledore's angry demeanor suggested something great was amiss.

“Listen, all of you. Professor Snape has been compromised. He was found out to be a spy by Tom
yesterday, and was forced to set up a trap for me last night. I managed to escape, but Professor
McGonagall was taken hostage. Tom has made no demands, suggesting that he does not wish to hold our
two professors hostage; an even graver danger. I want all of you to remain here tonight, no going
out on the grounds, and no going anywhere after hours. The castle is no longer completely safe,
because Professor McGonagall is exempt from the school wards, as is Professor Snape, and if either
of them is a victim of the Imperius Curse, we may not be able to trust them. If you see either of
them, summon Fawkes by using these Order of the Phoenix medallions.” Here, Dumbledore passed out
golden medallions with the symbol of the phoenix emblazoned on the front, “Fawkes will take you
immediately to me, and you can report the sighting. I repeat, do *not,* under any
circumstances, attempt to approach the professors. We must consider them as enemies for the time
being. Harry, if you would please come with me, along with Ronald and Hermione, if you please,”
said Dumbledore. Confused by this turn of events, as everyone was, the trio followed Dumbledore out
of the Hospital Wing and down a side corridor, where Dumbledore turned to face them.

“I know that you have all just recently become animagi and are still a little new to being
animagi, but I need your help if we are to rescue the Professors. I cannot ask anyone else to come
with us, as they are needed to protect the castle if Tom comes. Also, most of the Order are
currently undercover in the Ministry, and I cannot request them to come, lest I compromise our
mission. Here is what we must do,” said Dumbledore, conjuring up a table and four chairs for them
to sit at. After this, Dumbledore conjured what appeared to be a muggle hologram, except in three
dimensions, of a run down building in the middle of a forest.

“This is where the Professors are being kept. It is an old outpost that was acquired by
Tom's family, and he has, no doubt, put up wards around the place. However, it is very unlikely
that Tom will be there right now. He is probably very angry at the fact that he failed to capture
me last night, so there will be minimal security at the outpost, allowing for us to swiftly take
out the opposition, giving Tom less time to counter attack us. The three of you will transform and
form a perimeter around the back and the sides. Harry, I recommend you take the back. Meanwhile, I
will conjure up holograms like this one, of other Order members, to distract the Death Eaters
inside, and force them to flee, where you will be waiting for them. Should you feel the need to
transform back into a human to use your wand, do so, but use the greatest discretion, as no one
knows you are animagi, and to reveal this to Tom would defeat the purpose of making you animagi. As
none of you know how to apparate, we must go by portkey into the wards. Remember, this is a quick
operation; if Tom appears, do not engage him, tell me and I will hold him off until we can secure
the professors. If we do get separated, keep the portkey to use, and don't wait for me; I will
find some way of getting away, understood?” asked Dumbledore. After seeing a furtive nod from the
three faces, he looked at his pocket watch.

“Almost time to go; three…two…one” said Dumbledore, as at the conclusion of his words, all four
of them felt the familiar jerk behind their navels.

“Wormtail, send for Bella and Rabastam; they have work to do,” said Tom Riddle, in a very
decisive tone of voice.

“Yes, master; immediately,” said Peter Pettigrew, bowing out of the room as he went.

As the three wizards and one witch arrived at their destination, they split up. Hermione
transformed immediately, the Black Panther jogging silently to her post, while her two friends
arrived at their posts, transforming as they went. The lion looked fierce and agitated,
concentrating on the rear door of the outpost. The eagle on the opposite side of the panther, was
perched vigilantly on a small branch, overlooking the side windows. Meanwhile, Dumbledore conjured
up about ten other Order members, and had them march with him to the front door. Once there, he
made sure everyone was in position, and knocked on the door. There was no answer, except for
hurried mutterings inside the outpost, and then, silence. Then, without warning, the door exploded,
sending Dumbledore and the other “Order members” sprawling back. Harry immediately took guard at
the back door, and soon enough, three wizards in black robes stepped out the back door. They were
momentarily stunned to find a lion in the middle of the forests of England, but then they took out
their wands, preparing to stun Harry, when Harry leaped forward, tackled them to the ground, and
after making sure they were unconscious, transformed back into his human state. Harry then stunned
and wrapped the Death Eaters in magical rope. He then went around the perimeter of the house,
looking to see if Ron or Hermione needed any help. Ron had rounded up two Death Eaters, and had
transformed back into his human form, while Hermione had not had the chance to attack any Death
Eaters, and had transformed back. The three of them ran out to the front, where Dumbledore was
unconscious, with Bellatrix Lestrange standing over him, wand drawn. Without a moments hesitation,
Harry whipped out his wand, and cried *“Forca”*, sending a bolt of orange energy straight at
Bellatrix's unsuspecting back. The force of the curse sent her flying into a tree.

“Ron, Hermione, get the professors. I'll revive Dumbledore and make sure no more Death
Eaters are coming,” said Harry, his wand sweeping the area. Not looking back at Ron and Hermione,
whom he knew must have gone in for the teachers, Harry rushed forward to Dumbledore, and said,
*“Enervate”*. Dumbledore did not stir. For once, danger truly crept into Harry's system,
beyond the adrenaline rush that had given him the strength to perform the Energy Curse. Perhaps the
reviving charm worked only on magical inflicted ailments. Yes, that would be why Dumbledore
wasn't waking up. Momentarily, Ron and Hermione exited the outpost, both levitating unconscious
professors behind them.

“Let's go, Harry,” said Hermione. Harry produced the teakettle, which was the portkey, and
carefully made sure everyone had a finger touching the outpost, until Harry had an idea. Before
putting his own finger on the kettle, Harry took out his wand and said *“Exploda Maximus”*.
Instantaneously, the outpost exploded with pieces of wood flying everywhere, but not on the group
of wizards and witches huddled near the portkey, due to the shield charm Harry produced to protect
them. Then, without explanation, he said, *“Conjurus, Conjurus, Conjurus, Conjurus,
Conjurus,”* which produced five people who looked suspiciously like Snape, McGonagall, Hermione,
Ron, and Harry, each with severe burn marks. Harry then levitated the five “corpses” to different
places around the outpost.

“So Voldemort won't think we survived the explosion,” said Harry, offering only that little
piece of explanation before putting his own finger upon the portkey, which transported them back to
the Hogwarts Hospital Wing.

After they arrived in the middle of the Hospital Wing, Madame Pomfrey immediately levitated the
three professors into separate stretchers, and set up her medical wards, which showed that the two
imprisoned professors were in much worse shape than Professor Dumbledore, who still looked deathly
pale.

“What happened to Professor Dumbledore?” asked Harry.

“Oh, he'll be fine. Just had a small head trauma, so he should be up and about in half an
hour, which will allow his blood to circulate properly. Don't you worry now, he'll be just
fine,” assured Madame Pomfrey. Harry felt a wave of relief wash over him. Everyone would be fine
and he'd helped make sure it happened that way. However, he needed to tell Dumbledore what he
had done, in order to fool Voldemort. He most undoubtedly would be at the outpost by now, looking
through the wreckage. Harry, however, was becoming increasingly more worried that he would not be
able to stop Voldemort's plans forever, and the thought of the prophecy loomed evermore upon
his conscious. Harry knew he had to tell Ron and Hermione, and he knew he had to tell them soon.
Harry knew that he had friends, and he knew Voldemort only had followers. There was a difference,
Harry knew, and he was going to use that advantage until the end.

By the time Dumbledore had recovered, it was nearly ten in the night and most everyone in the
castle, except for Madame Pomfrey and Harry, were up still. Harry had told Ron and Hermione to go
to bed, and that he had to tell Dumbledore something. Dumbledore woke up to a dimly lit Hospital
Wing, with Harry Potter sitting at his bedside. Dumbledore took his time, surveying the
environment, searching for any signs of treachery. After finding none, he turned to Harry, eyes
twinkling.

“Hello, Harry. What are you doing here? All I remember was the door exploding, sending me back
about twenty yards, and then I lost consciousness,” spoke Dumbledore, with his usual mildly
inquisitive air about him.

“The door exploded, sending you flying. Then, the three of us heard it, but had to take care of
about three Death Eaters escaping, each. After that, we came to the front and found you unconscious
with Bellatrix Lestrange standing over you with her wand drawn. I had no choice but to use the
Energy Curse on Bellatrix, which knocked her unconscious as well, and then I told Ron and Hermione
to get the professors. I tried to revive you, but I couldn't. Then, I exploded the outpost, and
conjured dismembered bodies of Ron, Hermione, Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, and myself and
placed them randomly around the outpost. After that, we used the portkey to get here, and then,
Madame Pomfrey healed you, and now, you woke up,” said Harry, slightly out of breath.

“I see, well the diversion at the outpost will no doubt prove useful, if only to anger Tom even
more, and I would not have thought you would do that, but no matter. Very well, I must ask Kingsley
to expedite your Edward Skinner license. You will not be penalized, do not worry. Did either of
your friends see you perform the Curse?” Dumbledore said.

“Yes, they both did. I did not have time to explain, or hide it from them,” said Harry,
ashamed.

“Then, I suggest that you go look for them and explain about your dark arts class with me. Do
not give them any details, however, simply say that these lessons have just started, and that you
will not perform it on anyone who does not warrant it badly,” said Dumbledore, sagely.

“Yes, sir. With your permission, I will leave now,” said Harry.

“Go, Harry, make sure your friends understand, and I am not just talking about the dark arts
class, I am talking about something bigger,” said Dumbledore. Harry knew what he was referring to.
Dumbledore wanted Harry to tell Ron and Hermione about the prophecy. It made sense to do it, too,
but it didn't make it any easier for Harry.

By the time he had gotten back to the Gryffindor Common Room, it was nearly five thirty in the
morning. Realizing that neither Ron nor Hermione would be up at this ungodly hour, he went to bed,
fully intending to wake up early the next day, to talk to his two best friends about the Prophecy
that would govern the ending of the War between the forces of good, and the forces of Lord
Voldemort, last Heir of Salazar Slytherin.

However, by the time he had fully awoken, still feeling extremely groggy, he glanced at the
clock hanging on the far wall of the dormitory. It was one o'clock in the afternoon! He had
overslept and found that no one was still in the dormitory. Harry, not feeling particularly hungry,
trudged to the showers, and took a long, hot shower, which woke him up (especially when someone
came in to use the toilet, and flushed, which gave Harry tons of cold water). After getting
dressed, Harry went down towards the Great Hall to find Hermione and Ron, but found that the Great
Hall was emptying, and that his two best friends were already heading out to the lake, along with
Luna, whose arm was linked around Ron's, her head resting on his shoulder. Harry hurried to
catch up with them.

“Hermione, Ron, wait for me,” Harry said as he exited the Entrance Hall via the front doors.
Hermione stopped, turned around, and waved at Harry to catch up. Once he reached them, Hermione
said, “Why were you sleeping so late? I thought you told us you'd be up by midnight, but Ron
and I both waited until two, until we called it a night, and went up to bed.”

“Well, one of the reasons I was waiting for Dumbledore was because I had to tell him something
about yesterday,” said Harry.

“What was so important that you needed to sacrifice your sleep, and startle the poor old man the
second he recovers from his injury, which must have been humiliating, in itself?” said Hermione, in
a rush.

Before answering, Harry looked around the courtyard to make sure no one was listening. Ginny and
Neville were playing with the Giant Squid, and weren't paying the slightest attention to the
only other four student inhabitants of Hogwarts. “You remember the curse I hit Bellatrix Lestrange
with?” said Harry, looking at Ron and Hermione. Luna was confused by what they were talking about,
but was being unusually perceptive, and stayed quiet; content to listen to the conversation that
was engrossing her Ronald, and his other two best friends. Meanwhile, Hermione and Ron both nodded
their heads, confirming the question that was asked of them. “Well, that curse was an Edward
Skinner Curse. It was the Energy Curse, but I don't have a license for it, so I wasn't
technically supposed to perform it, but I had no choice. Dumbledore should have been able to get my
license by now, but he hasn't, so I had to tell him that, so that he could get the proper
paperwork at the Ministry expedited,” said Harry. The nods of comprehension from both Ron and
Hermione came slowly now. Hermione then asked the question Harry didn't care to answer.

“But where did you learn the Energy Curse, or the other three curses, for that matter?” said
Hermione.

“I have been taking a lot of extra classes with the professors, as you might have guessed. Those
classes are why I have been away from the Common Room so often. Anyway, one of my classes is with
Dumbledore on Offensive and Defensive Dark Arts spells and curses. In that class, he has been
teaching me curses, which are borderline Unforgivable, but he first taught me how to control my
magical power, so that I can monitor how much power is in each of my spells. Also, he told me right
up front that these curses and spells are to be used only in emergency situations against
Voldemort, or his forces, and he said that if I disobeyed him, I would be expelled, pending trial
by the Ministry of Magic. That is where I have been learning the Edward Skinners along with some
other dueling spells and strategies. I have been meeting Dumbledore in the Room of Requirement
three times a week ever since we got here. I wanted to tell you guys, I really did. However,
Dumbledore made me promise that I would tell no one of the extra classes I have been taking,” said
Harry, taking time to weigh each phrase, putting emphasis on the fact that he had been unable to
tell his two most trusted and best friends.

“What other classes have you been taking that we don't know about? Or are you *not allowed
to tell*?” said Hermione, scathingly.

“Don't *you dare* lecture me about keeping secrets, Hermione!” shouted Harry. By now,
the attention of Neville and Ginny was no longer on the Giant Squid. “Remember the Time Turner in
third year, remember being at Order Headquarters last summer! What about all that, huh?” shouted
Harry.

Without answering, Hermione broke into tears at Harry's comment, and ran off towards the
castle, leaving a seething and angry Harry behind. Harry was still looking off in the direction
Hermione had left in, when he received a sharp pain on the back of his head.

“OW! Damn, Ron, what the bloody hell was that for?!” said Harry, finding Ron's hand rearing
back for another swipe at his head, the front this time.

“For being a bloody prat!” yelled Ron, matching Harry's tone of voice only moments
before.

“What?!! What's that supposed to mean?” said Harry, still rubbing the spot on the back of
his head. Ron now lowered his hand.

“I mean that she was only looking after you, mate. She was trying to tell you that keeping
secrets hurts a hell of a lot more than not. I mean, she was worried sick about you this morning,
saying there was something you weren't telling her. Of course, she thought it was because there
might be another person you were seeing, besides her. But that's not true, is it? Even I
thought that you weren't *that* thick. If it's true, than I am going to make sure you
don't do much of anything for a long, long time,” said Ron, his temper waning slightly towards
the middle of his speech, but rising by the end.

“Of course that isn't true. I would never do anything like that. I love her, Ron. I am not
some cheap bloke who thinks he's god's gift to women. I would do anything for her, and I
thought she knew that,” said Harry, in a pained voice. He really hadn't considered what his
extra training had done emotionally to Hermione. He was new at this boyfriend stuff, so he
hadn't figured that being away from her for long periods of time would not hurt her.
Apparently, it had.

“Well, you're doing a bloody bad show of it. You were hurting her like crazy, mate. Every
time you didn't study with her, she was hurt; you could see it in her eyes. She was close to
tears. I thought even *you* knew that,” said Ron. Suddenly, Luna spoke up. No one had noticed,
but a few moments after Hermione had entered the castle, Luna's eyes had gone glassy, and she
was staring off into space. Now, she snapped out of it, and yelled, “She's going to try and
kill herself. STOP HER, HARRY!!! SHE'S IN THE KITCHEN!!!!!!” Luna then promptly fainted to the
ground. Before Ron could think, he heard Ginny's voice yell, “ I'll take care of Luna with
Neville; GO GET HERMIONE!”

Without even thinking, Harry and Ron tore off to the castle, with Ron with a slight lead on
Harry. They raced to the kitchen, but Harry tripped. Scrambling to get up, Harry told Ron, “GO,
I'll catch up.” Ron nodded, and kept on running, with Harry only twenty yards behind Ron. When
they reached the portrait of the bowl of fruit, containing the entrance to the kitchens, Ron
tickled the pear frantically, and dashed in, yelling for Dobby to tell him where Hermione was. The
portrait closed before Harry got there, and as he tickled the pear, something went wrong with the
portrait, and it wouldn't open. Panicking, Harry pointed his hand towards the portrait,
practically screaming, *“Alohomora!”*. The portrait would not budge. Before he could take out
his wand and try again, Harry heard a loud, piercing scream from inside, which horrifyingly, was in
Hermione's voice.

A/N: Sorry again for the extreme lateness, however, this is just due to my laziness. Feel free
to flame me for it. If you hate what I did to Hermione, don't flame me *too* much! I am
currently writing the next chapter, and hope I will be able to update once a month, as my own beta
reading load has reached an enormous amount. When I post the next chapter, I might be changing the
title of the story, as the plot bunny has mutated into something I feel is entirely different. If
you guys think this story is worth continuing and possibly re-writing, please say so in your
review. If not, then say so also. **Here starteth the rant on Harry Potter and the Half Blood
Prince:**

Hello, everyone. If you read this and are offended, then please accept my deepest apologies, and
please realize that this was not my intent. HBP was a complete disaster. No question about this
fact. HBP was, in my opinion, very poorly written, with many, many Out of Character characters.
Also, the ships in that book were utterly appalling, not just as a H/Hr shipper, but also as a
reader of romance fiction. The ships were not thought out, and were unworthy of JKR's name
(although most people believe that JKR *did* indeed write the book, and that it was not merely
a random, 652 page fanfiction). **Here endeth the rant on Harry Potter and the Half Blood
Prince.**

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