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Harry Potter & the Half-Blood Prince (contd.)
Hey guys, back again! Time to start reposting the story again. This is gonna take a while. Wish I knew magic! 
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Chapter 1: Scar Issue
"AND IF I SEE THAT RUDDY BIRD LOOSE IN MY HOUSE ONE MORE TIME, YOU'VE HAD IT BOY!!" roared a very angry Uncle Vernon over the whimpers of his son Dudley, who was clutching his pink, pudgy face, obviously in pain.
"But Uncle Vernon, she's not getting enough excercise, besides, the only reason she bit Dudley is-" began Harry.
"I DON'T CARE!!" yelled Vernon. "JUST TAKE IT AND LOCK IT UP FOR THE REST OF THE SUMMER, OR ELSE!"
Harry's face began to show signs of anger, and Dudley whimpered even louder when he saw Harry's irked expression. "Or else what!" he spat at his Uncle, whose face turned a shade of purple Harry had never seen it turn before. Aunt Petunia pursed her lips tightly together, all the while holding on to Dudley's squirming arm, which was barely able to be held onto, even though Aunt Petunia was using both of her hands.
"Or else I'll lock you away in that bedroom of yours for a month. You almost got expelled last time you did magic, you won't do it again," Uncle Vernon said, surprisingly calmly.
"Oh yea," replied Harry contemptuously. "I could care less if I hexed you right now..." Even though he did care, Hogwarts was his only escape from the prison that he stayed in every summer, he still felt angry enough to hurt someone.
Uncle Vernon stepped back a little, his face was now a lighter shade of purple, and Aunt Petunia tried to calm down Dudley, who had wrestled away from her and was currently cowering behind his Aunt, who could not have covered him even if Dudley lost 200 pounds. Uncle Vernon readjusted himself and stepped in close to Harry. "Listen here, boy, you are in no position to be threatening me, because if you continue, I'll make sure that you never see that freakshow school of yours again-"
"SHUT UP, JUST SHUT UP!!" roared Harry, as he swiftly pulled his wand out of his back pocket. All three Dursleys gave a gasp of horror in unison as Harry raised his wand directly up to Uncle Vernon's face.
A sudden searing pain flashed along the length of his scar, and he automatically put his other hand up to his face in an attempt to stifle the pain. However, the hot pain on his forehead continued to grow until Harry dropped his wand and put his other hand up to his head.
"Ah..." he muttered as he felt the most peculiar sensation. It was as if someone had unzipped his brain and dropped a rock in it. All Harry could see of the Dursley's through his fingers was Uncle Vernon's astomished look and Aunt Petunia's almost worried face until eventually his vision went black. He felt as though a cold water faucet had been turned on inside his body and he was slowly filling up with icy cold water. When the sensation again reached his brain, he felt an immediate lack of care for the world and a strong sense of good feeling, similar to that he had felt under the Imperius Curse, yet he was still aware of what he was doing and the fact that his body was freezing.
He slowly pulled his hands away from his face and raised his head slowly, as his glasses fell to the floor and shattered.
He felt a certain separation from his body, because he had not commanded his arms to release his face, it was as if he was in the passanger seat watching someone else drive his body. He could still feel his scar hurting, although he wasn't really sure it was even his body anymore. He didn't care though, because he felt slightly sedated as he looked directly at Uncle Vernon.
"Dursley..." he heard himself speak, althogh he had not intended to speak, nor did his voice sound familiar: it was a cold, icy cold voice that belonged to only one person... Lord Voldemort.
Uncle Vernon's face was no longer purple with rage but white with fear. Dudley screamed and ran from the room, his mother ran after him. Tripping over himself, Uncle Vernon looked up at Harry from the tile floor in the kitcen, an expression of fear on his face. Harry raised his wand and yelled something he never thought he would ever say.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!!! " he said in sort of a half yell. Time seemed to freeze for Harry. Lot's of things crossed his mind. He was killing his Uncle. The Ministry would be looking for him, and he would never be able to see his Hogwarts again, never be able to fly on a broomstick again. He would never see Hermione again...
He shrieked in a most evil, sharp voice and suddenly felt the coldness evaporate and his mind felt as though it had "snapped" back in to the rest of his body. The pain in his scar remained, although it was very small, and cold beads of sweat dripped down his face. Did he dare to look at his Uncle, his most certainly dead Uncle??
Preparing for the worst, he looked over at Uncle Vernon, and a huge wave of relief swept over him. He say a rubber duck laying a few feet from Uncle Vernon, who was still hunched over protected his small, balding head. He had grabbed one of Fred and George's fake wands by mistake, the killing cuse was never performed, he was safe... for the most part.
Once Uncle Vernon looked up and saw Harry picking up his glasses from the floor, he got himself up hurredly and backed up right into the bureua, knocking over a lamp and a picture of he, Petunia, and Dudley.
"What are you trying to pull ,boy?" he said in an exasperated voice. Uncle Vernon's shirt was dripping with sweat, and Harry looked over to the dining room door and saw Aunt Petunia peeking inside with her most shocked face yet.
Harry put his broken glasses back into his front pocket and the rubber duck wand into his back pocket, and then stared at Uncle Vernon, as the terror welled up inside himself. What just happened, Harry thought to himself.
"Voldemort..." he whispered. He instantly thought to contact Professor Dumbledore, btu rememberd how angry he was at him.
"What are you trying to pull, boy?" repeated Uncle Vernon, in a slightly more courageous voice.
"I- I don't know," Harry stammered. His brain seemed to have shut down, devoid of all thought process. He didn't want to think about what had just happened. All he wanted to do was sleep. He forced his body to move past Uncle Vernon, who scrambeled further away from Harry, knocking over a jar containing his grandfather's ashes. As Harry walked upstairs, not bothering to avoid the creaky step he noticed Dudley was in the bathroom, crying his eyes out, and he heard Aunt Petunia comforting him. " It's okay my little Dudley Diddykins, he's not going to hurt you..."
The voices melted away as Harry turned the knob on his bedroom door and stumbled inside, plopping himself on the bed without even changing into pajamas or noticing that Hedwig's cage needed cleaning. He instantly fell to sleep, unaware that he was laying on letter...
Harry opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling, only there wasn't one that he could see. He felt that he wasn't lying on his bed, because the ground beneath him was dusty and cold, and the air was musty and smelled like Uncle Vernon's old socks. Sitting up, Harry instantly knew where he was... the Department of Mysteries. He was in the room with the giant stone steps and, of course, the archway with the black veil draped over it. Tears came to Harry's eyes as he remembered the face of his godfather Sirius Black as Bellatrix Lestrange knocked him through the archway, never to come out the other side.
Harry slowly stood up and walked across the giant coliseum towards the stone archway. His footsteps echoed throughout the space and dust was swept into the air as his feet scraped across the floor. He stopped just short of the veil, which was swaying as though it was being blown by the wind, although there was no wind to move it. He wanted to reach out and touch the veil: feel its soft, silky shape run across his fingers. He could here voices coming from behind the veil, and despite himself, he looked behind it, and found, quite to his surprise, Dumbledore standing a few feet away from him.
"Get out of this place Harry," he stated firmly.
Harry opened his mouth to retort, but he was cut off by Dumbledore. "Wake up Harry!"
With a start Harry jumped in his bed, got twisted up in his covers, and fell to the floor with a loud THUMP. He could hear Uncle Vernon get out of bed with a similar sounding "thump", and flick on the light switch. Harry quickly got to his feet and tried to act normal as Uncle Vernon slammed his bedroom door nearly off its hinges and started shouting.
"What the DEVIL are you doing in here, boy!?" he roared, with a look of question on his face.
Harry slowly raised his head to meet his Uncle's.
"Nothing," he said, rather shakily. "Nothing, I just had a- a nightmare."
Uncle Vernon surveyed him closely for a few seconds and then said, "One more disturbance from you and I'll strap you down to this bed, do you hear me?"
"Yes," Harry replied angrily, although he didn't really care what threats Uncle Vernon was throwing at him. He barely even noticed Uncle Vernon storm out of the room and turn off the lights, and soon all was calm again.
However, Harry began pacing his room. Why did he dream about the veil. Was it a dream? What was Dumbledore doing there? All these questions stirred violently in his head and he eventually say down on the edge of his mattress and heard the sound of paper crumpling. Sitting up, he realized that there was a letter on his sheets, and it was rather shabby looking, probably because Harry had slept on it all night long. It read...
Mr. Harry Potter
The Spare Bedroom
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
Below all this was a few words written in bright red ink
OPEN AND READ IMMEDIATLY
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Harry's heart sank down into his stomach as he realized that it had been at least 7 hours that this letter was laying unopened on his bed. He hurriedly tore away the top of the letter and pulled the paper out from inside. He was about to unfold the paper when his heart sank even lower. What if it was a letter from the Ministry, telling him that he was being expelled for attempting an Unforgivable Curse? His cold, sweaty, shaking hands gradually opened up the paper, and he was relieved to see that the Ministry seal was not anywhere to be seen on the paper.
Be waiting at your front door at exactly 4:00 P.M. tomorrow (which is today, Harry reminded himself). Have your school things ready. THIS IS YOUR LAST DAY AT 4 PRIVET DRIVE.
Harry didn't spot a signature, but he didn't care. Wherever he was going was surely better than the Dursleys, and he only had to put up with them for one more day. His heart was nearly exploding with excitement, yet he wondered who had sent the letter.
It was definitely not Ron, he had received a letter from Ron a few days ago telling him that if he wanted to stay over, he would have to wait until the last month of vacation, because the Weasleys were being treated to an extra long vacation in the Bahamas, courtesy of Fred and George, who were practically up to their eyeballs in Galleons ever since they had left Hogwarts the previous year, of course they left their mark on the school, and started a joke shop in Diagon Alley. Harry longed to walk Diagon Alley again and visit all the different shops.
Snapping his mind back to the letter, Harry concluded that it must be the Order Of The Phoenix, trying to protect him again. A hot swoop of anger swam over him when he remembered his previous summer with the Dursleys, cut off from the magical world. He didn't really care who had sent the letter, anyone was better than Dumbledore.
But you don't mean that, do you said a voice inside Harry's head. After all, it was Dumbledore who cared about you the most .
"No," Harry said to himself. "No, if he cared about me, then he wouldn't keep me trapped with the worst Muggle family in England."
Thoroughly upset now, he tore the letter into a million pieces, and tossed them on the floor, causing Hedwig to hoot in protest. Harry bent over and picked up the pieces of the letter before Aunt Petunia discovered them while she was cleaning.
"Don't worry, Hedwig, pretty soon, we'll be out of here, and you can fly whenever you like."
Hedwig hooted happily and ruffled her feathers. Harry smiled at her and then proceded downstairs to fix breakfast. He was so excited that he burned the bacon, overcooked the eggs, and absolutely torched the toast. He didn't even seem to care when Uncle Vernon told him that he was going to whack him over the head with a nine iron. 4 o'clock couldn't come soon enough...
Chapter 2: The Surprise Gift
Harry had been waiting on his front porch for the last hour, absentmindedly picking out the green, damp blades of grass from the front lawn. He glanced at his watch... 3:50 P.M. The excitement flowed through him once again when he realized that this was the last few minutes he would ever spend at the Dursleys. Even Hedwig seemed overjoyed, for she was hooting happily inside her cage and pacing continuously.
The front door opened behind him and his school trunk, which had been leaning against the door fell over with a crash, knocking over one of the potted plants and spilling dirt all over the front of Harry's jeans. He turned around to find all three Dursleys standing in the doorway, and all of them looked rather anxious. Uncle Vernon stepped forward and Harry stood up, lazily brushing the dirt off himself.
"Um, well boy, um... your aunt thought, I mean... we thought," he said, catching Aunt Petunia's eye. "Well... we thought it would be good for you to, er- have these..." His voice trailed off as he handed Harry a half pence piece and a box of Kleenex, part of the Dursley's morbid sense of humor. Harry took them and mumbled "thanks", and proceeded to sit back down and silently wait for his savior.
"Not just yet... Harry," said Aunt Petunia. "There's one more thing that you- erm... that you should have."
She pulled a long, thin shaft of wood out of her apron pocket, holding it as if it might explode in her hand, and tossed it to Harry. Harry dropped it, but as he bent to pick it up he realized that it was a WAND. Curiosity took the place of excitement as he said almost angrily. "What's this?"
"YOU DARN KNOW WHAT IT IS BOY!" Uncle Vernon said in a kind of half yell. "We don't want it polluting our house any longer," he spat. "The event of your leaving gave us a good chance to get rid of it, because well, we never could. I'd throw it in the garbage can one night, and the next morning its sticking out of Dudley's nose."
Dudley touched his nose; a slight look of fear crossed his bloated face.
"Right, so... there you are," finished Uncle Vernon and began to move his family back through the door.
"Hang on!" Harry yelled. "Whose is this?!" He was running his fingers up and down the wand as if it were the most precious of metal, yet his face showed no signs of admiration, only anger.
Aunt Petunia turned around and hissed at him. "It was hers ."
Harry didn't need to ask who "her" was. It was his mother: Lily Potter. His mind was a hurricane, and he didn't know what to say.
"You've had this, you've had this for- how long have you-why do you." He couldn't seem to speak in complete sentences in his astonishment.
Aunt Petunia put her hands on her hips and said quietly. "The night you-know-what happened, this, this thing came with you. The note said that it was her's , and that his had been lost. We were determined to get rid of it right away... but once we saw that we couldn't, we decided to keep it under the creaky stair where we knew you would never think to accidentally stumble upon it. And don't ask about the note... we don't have it anymore." She added this quickly, expecting that to be Harry's next question.
Harry's eyes began to fill with tears as he held the wand that his own mother used to. Instantly that love flew out of him and rage came in.
"I hate you," he murmured. The Dursley's could see that he was livid and began to back away. "I HATE YOU ALL!!!" he screamed as his hand closed tightly around the wand in his hand. Mrs. Number 3 stuck her head out her window and looked shocked as she saw that weird boy Harry Potter yelling at his cousins.
The Dursley's didn't even notice Mrs. Number 3 gaping at their nephew and the scene he was making, they just didn't want to aggravate Harry further.
Harry was about to throw his whole life away, he was going to curse the family that had made his life hell. He didn't care if he was expelled, he didn't care if he landed himself in Azkaban, he didn't even care if Voldemort killed everyone at Hogwarts. He just wanted to cause his family as much pain as possible. But then he remembered... he did care. There was something.
His watch beeped four times on his wrist, and he became distracted long enough for the Dursley's to run back inside and lock their fornt door. With a sense of relief and disappointment all at the same time, Harry turned away from the door and looked out at the front lawn, just as a loud CRACK resounded and a figure appeared on the lawn in front of him.
The man was facing backwards, but Harry could see that he was wearing long, black robes to match his long black, untidy hair. The figure was taller than Harry by at least 5 inches, and from the back it looked like...
"Sirius?" Harry gasped, as hope welled up within him. How could it be Sirius, he thought. He was dead. But still, there was no mistaking that figure. Unless...
The man in the front yard turned around and Harry took in a sharp breath of surprise. The man's face looked nothing like Sirius'. Instead, it was home to many wrinkles, a greasy, long, crooked nose, a dreadful smirk that would make even Uncle Vernon shake in his shoes, and cold, dark gray eyes. It was who Harry least expected it to be, and for a moment he almost wished that it was Dumbledore who turned up at his doorstep. Instead, the man who Apparated on the Dursley's lawn was...
" P-Proffesor Snape ?!"
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"Good evening, Potter," drawled Snape, staring at Harry with the usual contempt. Harry stared right back at him with equal hatred. He was rooted to the spot. What was Proffesor Snape doing on his front lawn?
"I trust you have your things in order," Snape said, staring lazily at the wand in Harry's hand, his face suddenly became even more stern. "Put that away, Potter, you have no business having it out."
Harry gave Snape a nasty look and pocketed his mother's wand.
"Well then, take your things and follow me," ordered Snape, trying to sound authoritative. But Harry didn't move. He wanted answers before he walked away with the man he hated most.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, with a little too much anger in his words.
Snape's face contorted with anger. "Even though you are out of school, Potter, you are to refer to me as Proffesor or Sir , do I make myself perfectly clear?"
Harry forced himself to remain calm. "Crystal," he responded, trying not to sound as though he were talking back once again. Snape eyed him carefully as Harry bent over and picked up his things. He found his trunk seemed to be even heavier than before, and Hedwig was getting restless once again.
"Wait a moment, Potter," said Snape in a curious tone. "Empty your pockets," he ordered slowly.
Harry was slightly confused at Snape's request, although he had nothing to hide, he felt it was not Snape's place to search him. He emptied out his front pocket, which contained his wand and a few of Fred and George's candies. The other front pocket contained the half-pence piece the Dursley's had given him, and his back pocket held his mother's wand.
"Stop right there, Potter," Snape yelled. "Explain yourself!"
"Explain what?!... sir " Harry retorted, greatly annoyed.
Snape looked frustrated that Harry didn't see his concern. He pointed to the two wands lying on the porch. "Why do you have two of those?" he asked angrily.
Harry instantly realized that Snape was accusing him of stealing another wizards wand. He felt a new surge of hate for Snape, but surpressed it as he responded," Well, sir, one is mine and the other belonged to- to my mother. My Aunt just gave it to me a few minutes ago, and I never knew she had it all these miserable years-"
Snape cut him off. "Why exactly, Potter, does your Muggle Aunt possess the wand that belonged in the hands of Dumbledore years and years ago?"
"I don't know, shes just said-"
"SIR!!"
"I don't know, sir , she just said that it came with me when I was dumped on their lousy doorstep-"
"I think you'd better hand that to me, Potter, save it might fall into... the wrong hands," Snape said sleekily.
Harry eyed him suspiciously. "No, I think I have the right to hang on to it... sir." He said "sir" like he felt pain everytime the word left his mouth.
There was a short silence, in which both stared into each others' eyes. Snape broke his gaze and replied," Of course, Potter. Now get your things, we're leaving at once."
Harry turned around and repocketed all the things he had removed, heaved his trunk off the snote porch, and grabbed Hedwig's cage off the bench. Snape motioned for Harry to follow him, and he half-heartedly did. He walked behind Snape and thought how funny it would be if he kicked the back of Snape's knee, causing him to trip over himself and fall flat on his face on the concrete driveway. Holding back his laughter, he asked Snape, "So, where exactly are we going?"
"Oh, I think you'll be fairly familiar with the place, Potter," Snape said without looking back at Harry.
Harry was not satisfied with this answer. "Where are we going then?" he said, a little bit more annoyed.
Snape stopped suddenly and Harry ran into the back of hiim and nearly tripped. Whirling around, Harry met Snape's ungrateful eyes and crooked smile.
"You'll find out soon enough, Mr. Potter. In the meantime, respect your superiors and keep your mouth shut."
Staring back at Snape, Harry felt the urge to run away form him and go back in with the Dursley's. Whatever Snape had to show him could not be more pleasant than life on 4 Privet Drive. Despite this feeling, he once again followed Snape across the street and into the yard of a familiar house.
"Hang on," Harry said quietly. He stopped on the lawn and Snape didn't seem to notice. "This is Mrs. Figg's house... what are we doing here?"
But Snape pretended not to hear him, and he walked up to the front door and kncoked three times, the last knock seemed to resonate on the wood for several seconds.
Harry waited anxiously as the door opened, but he could not see who opened it because Snape was blocking his view. Always in the way of things, Harry thought to himself.
Snape turned around on the porch of Mrs. Figg's cat infested house and told Harry to come in or he'd leave him on the lawn for the cats to deal with. Harry forced himself to move across the lawn and onto the porch, although his thoughts were preoccupied with curiousity and fear. He lifted his trunk into the door and placed it on the carpet. Quite to his surprise, the trunk melted slowly through the rug as if the floor was made of molasses. He decided to hold on to Hedwig as he cautiously stepped into the house and stood on the rug.
The house still looked dark and dmap, and smelled like old books and cats. The furniture was covered in plastic and there seemed to be no lights on inside the house whatsoever. It would have been a fairly scary place to be in had Harry not been there at least once a year when the Dursleys went on vacation. He decided not to move until someone called him, and he jumped with surprise as the door slammed itself shut automatically behind him.
Suddenly, the sound of soft footsteps became audible, and Harry quickly glanced around to find to whom they belonged. Out of the shadows of the dark hallway to his right stepped an old wizard Harry knew well. His scar gave a slight twinge at the sight of him, and Harry felt relief and anger both at the same time, resulting in an expressionless greeting.
"Hello Professor Dumbledore," Harry said in an expressionless voice.
"Hello Harry," said Dumbledore in his usual warm, caring voice. His eyes twinkled as he surveyed Harry. "Perhaps you are wondering why I brought you on this very, very long and tiring journey across the street and into the home of a certain Mrs. Figg."
"Kind of, yeah," Harry said, trying to smile at Dumbledore's joke.
Dumbledore sighed as he walked up to Harry and stood on the rug beside him.
"Since the death of your godfather-"
Harry tried to remain calm, but could not help clencing his fists and lowering his head to stare at the rug, which gave him another shock. He and Dumbledore were slowly sinking into the floor of Mrs. Figg's foyer. He looked back at Dumbledore, and found his face to look very old and tired.
"- I knew that things were harder for you than they have ever been. Which is why I am making this decision Harry, for your benefit. This house is now the meeting place for the Order of the Phoenix, conviently located I might add. We could not risk having you travel to Grimmuald Place by any means, so we decided to move our headquarters closer to you. Now, as we enter the new meeting room, you will meet several new people Harry, and not all of them will be nice to you I must say. Some are still rather skeptical that Lord Voldemort has returned and still perceive you as a liar. Yet, they treat me in the same way, so don't worry about them."
Harry didn't say anything, but just listened to Dumbledore say what he'd been waiting to hear ever since he heard about the Order.
"Harry, we're going to make you a member of the Order of the Phoenix. You will be able to attend the meetings and know what is going on because, well... because you deserve to hear about things that concern you directly."
Harry looked away from Dumbledore, with a new found respect for him, and noticed that they were now in what appeared to be another house underneath Mrs. Figg's, and the words THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX were etched into the overhang just above their heads in a shiny, golden script.
"But Proffesor," began Harry, but Dumbledore held up his hand to silence him.
"All of your questions will be answered later, Harry," he said, the twinkle disappearing slightly from his eyes. They stepped off the rug and walked down the hallway lit with torches and stopped at the top of a staircase. Dumbledore turned to Harry, and could see that he was wearing an expression of confusion.
"Right now Harry, I must leave you, for I have a very important matter to attend to. In the meantime, I think you should be able to preoccupy yourself with several familiar faces, and I believe that your best friends Ronald Weasly, Hermione Granger, and Neville Longbottom will be arriving shortly."
"Already here, Harry!" came the voice of Neville running up the stairs. Harry turned away form Dunbledore and winced as he saw Neville trip on a step and fall back down the staircase. He chuckled slightly and looked over at Dumbledore, but found that he was gone.
"Er- Neville, don't bother coming up again, I wanna come down and see this, um, house," Harry half-laughed. Neville gave a tired looking nod and stood up, brushing off his robes.
As Harry came down the stairs, he noticed two other figures silhouetted at the bottom. Without even asking who they were, he skipped every other step, and completely missed the last five, and ran straight towards Ron's grinning face, which had appeared out of the dark hallway.
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hi i finally made it
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oh and hope you will get soon to the part youve left on story. hope youll write more romance between harry and hermione( romance i meant it like real romance) if you can. and im sorry but i can stay any longer now ill come back tomorrow cause in my country is 11:00 PM in yours its 8:00 PM i think or AM and i have exam tomorrow. well see you tomorrow. bye
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Chapter Three: The Order Meeting Room
"Hey Harry!" Ron said enthusiastically, offering his hand for Harry to shake.
Harry took it and smiled back at him. "How long have you guys been here?"
Another figure emerged from the dimly lit hallway. It was Hermione. Harry was so glad to see her again. She smiled at him. "Only for a few minutes Harry, don't get angry with us again," she said sarcastically.
Harry laughed a bit and gave her a hug. He supposed that he held her a little too long, because when he realesed Hermione, Ron was grinning even more and Neville sniffed loudly. Harry blushed slightly.
"So, you guys wanna show me this house?" he said quickly, eager to change the subject.
"Not now, Harry. There's something important that has happened that you need to know about," Hermione said sternly. She motioned for him to follow as she led him down the hallway and into a very large kitchen, in which he found several of his old friends: Remus Lupin, Tonks, Mad-Eye Moody, Mr. Weasly, Bill, Charlie, and Fred and George, who were wearing dragon skin robes, dragon skin boots, and probably dragon skin underwear for all Harry knew. He grinned at them. "Business goin' well, guys?"
Fred stepped forward. "Funny you should ask Harry. Just the other day, one of the wealthiest wizards alive stepped into our shop and bought nearly half the store."
"We were very pleased with his purchases, not to mention his generous donations to our noble cause of humor," finished Fred.
Mr. Weasly waled up to Harry and patted him on the back. "All right there, Harry?" he asked. Harry nodded.
"It's good to see you, Mr. Weasly. Where's Mrs. Weasly?" he added.
There was a long silence, one even longer than that when Harry had commented on Quirrel's drastic drawback of sharing a head with Lord Voldemort in Dolores Umbridge's class.
Mr. Weasly cleared his throat loudly, but didn't say anything as a tear rolled down his cheek. Harry looked around to everyone, who seemed to be looking at him with the upmost sadness.
"You don't mean-" Harry began, but he fell silent because he knew what had happened. Mrs. Weasly had been murdered. It was Bill who spoke up first, and he tried to sound as if everything was going to be ok.
"We don't know how it happened, Harry. All we know is she was left alone at Grimmuald Place one evening while the otehrs were out on Order business, and when they returned, they found mum... well... you know..." His voice trailed off as Mr. Weasly gave a sob and Ron sniffed behind them.
Harry's mouth was very dry, and he found it difficult to speak. "I'm- I'm sorry," he said quietly. "Do you have any idea who..."
Mr. Weasly shook his head. "No, there are no leads and no one we are acquainted knows anyone who would do such a thing."
Harry dared to say this thoughts. "You don't think it could be... Voldemort," he said, and several people in the room winced at the sound of his name.
"Anything's possible Potter," said Mad-Eye, and Harry lost the desire to ask anymore questions.
"Right then, Harry," said Mr. Weasley, breaking the awful silence. "We'll begin the meeting shortly. Until you're called, its ok if you want to see the rest of the house with Ron and the others."
Harry nodded and followed Ron, Hermione, and Neville out of the kitchen and into another hallway, which was lit by electric lighting and ended in a staircase that seemed to go both up and down. Harry felt he had to say something to Ron.
"Ron, I... I'm sorry about your mum. I know what its like to lose a parent, well... kind of. Anyway, I'm really sorry."
Ron turned his head and muttered thanks, just as they stopped in front of the peculiar looking stairway. Harry still thought it looked as if it went both up and down, but then again he could be losing his mind.
"Um... guys, how do you-"
"Honestly, Harry, think about it," said Hermione in her proffesional voice. "It goes up or down depending on where you want to go."
"But-but what if you wanted to go both up and down, then what would happen?" asked Ron. Harry and Neville laughed, but Hermione actually took this thought seriously.
"I don't know Ron, but if you want to find out, you're welcome to."
Ron gulped and Harry and Neville chuckled again. "'s ok" Ron muttered shakily.
"I think you would like to see the basement, Harry, it's rather interesting," said Hermione briskly, stepping on the translucent steps, which instantly became a solid staircase leading into the dark, damp basement.
Neville was shaking. "I-I don't wanna go down- down there," he said shakily. He looked nervously at Harry. "There's... things."
"Oh, come on Neville," Ron responded, sounding unnerved. "There's nothing to be afraid of, honestly."
Harry couldn't help smiling, noting Ron's less than courageous look, thinking about how many spiders were down there, as the three followed Hermione down the stairway and stopped on the cold, stony bottom, which was lit be various candles levitating in the room.
"I think you'll find an old friend down here, Harry. The others found him when they were cleaning up the house a few days ago, and told us about it when we arrived. As they stepped into the center of the floor, Harry could hear a loud, scratching sound escape one of the doors ahead of him. He became nervous. What if it was a boggart, and Hermione and Ron were playing a practical joke on him. He then heard a low, grunt come from directly ahead, and his fear re-doubled. Neville was currently in the fetal position, shielding his head, and Ron was kicking at him to get up.
Harry groped around for the doorknob in the dim light, and when he touched it the door swung open to reveal a rather large hippogriff chewing on a few dead ferrets.
"BUCKBEAK!" Harry said excitedly and threw his arms around his familiar friend, who nibbled Harry's ear affectionately.
"Also, Harry," Hermione added from behind him. "He came with this attached to his wing. We can't figure out what it means."
Harry turned around and grabbed the small package from Hermione's outstretched hand, and his hand, partially accidental, had grabbed onto hers for a split second. Both pretended not to notice, and Neville got to his feet and stood next to Harry as he opened the package. Out of it fell something he couldn't see, and it hit the floor with a small 'clink', and a letter with a few pieces of jet black hair attached to it. He opened the note hastily and his eyes sped over the words:
I AM SORRY THAT YOU THOUGHT I WAS IN TROUBLE HARRY. IN CASE I DON'T SEE YOU AGAIN, I LEAVE YOU THIS GIFTS. I HOPE YOU WILL BE ABLE TO PUT IT TO GOOD USE.
All my love,
Sirius
Harry instantly remembered the wand he had received no more than two hours ago. He sat down on the floor, only to leap up because it was rather damp. Brushing off his robe, which he realized he didn't need on anymore, he took his mother's wand out of his pocket.
"Can we go upstairs," he asked in a tired voice. "I gotta tell you guys something."
"Thank you Harry!," Neville said and scurried off up the stairs. Ron and Hermione were about to walk out too when a voice came down into the basement from upstairs. It was Lupin's.
"Harry, Harry are you down there?"
He stowed the wands away and went to the bottom of the steps.
"I'll be right up, Professor Lupin," he replied and turned around to Hermione and Ron.
"I'll be back later guys, I've just-"
Ron looked at him oddly. "What do you mean Harry? We're going with you of course." Hermione nodded in agreement.
"How can you-" he began, almost angrily
"We're member of the Order of the Phoenix now, Harry. Dumbledore thought it would be a good idea if you had some close friends to discuss Order business with. Only he said to be careful where we talk about it. Don't want some people to hear anything."
"Malfoy," Harry and Ron said in unison.
Once upstairs, Harry followed Professor Lupin into the kitchen again and out into yet another hallway- they seemed to just appear out of nowhere. They found Neville waiting outside the door for them. Harry felt slightly surprised. Ron and Hermione was one thing... but Neville?
"Neville," Harry said. Neville held up his hand to stop him.
"Harry, I know I'm not even close to being a competant wizard, but Dumbledore thought it would be good if I too joined the order. I've got a reason to fight the Death Eaters after all..." His voice trailed off, and Harry remembered visiting St. Mungo's hospital last year and seeing Neville's parents, both of whom were tortured into insanity by Bellatrix Lestrange, a relative of Sirius Black.
"Right then," said Professor Lupin. "Time to start," and he waved his wand to open the door. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville looked stepped slowly inside and were slightly intimidated by the large number of people at the round, wooden table. Harry tried to see everyone he knew as he and the others went to fill the five empty seats at the table. He saw that Dumbledore was back, and sitting at the head of the table. To his left and right were Mad-Eye Moody and Proffesor Lupin, who had just taken his seat. Next to them were all the members of the Advance Guard: Nymphadora Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Elphias Doge, Dedalus Diggle, Emmeline Vance, Sturgis Podmore, and Hestia Jones. Also there was Mr. Weasly, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George (no Percy, and Harry wondered if he had even stopped in to comfort his family), a tall, male wizard with a little black hair whom Harry had seen at the Ministry before: Intergo Phage, and a few other men Harry did not recognize.
He, Ron, Hermione, and Neville took their seats at the very end of the table. They all were slightly nervous, although Neville was shaking so much he appeared as if he was going to fall right out of his chair.
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Dumbledore cleared his throat and began.
"Good evening to all, and I hope your journeys were safe."
One of the wizards Harry didn't know glanced down at his arm, which was in a sling. Harry sniggered silently to himself.
"As you all know, we have a few new member joining us today. I will go around the table and introduce everyone. I think you will find that several more Weasleys have joined us today. First, we have Fred and George, or, is it George and Fred? Either way, welcome, welcome. Also with us is their younger brother, a sixth year student at Hogwarts, Ronald Weasley." Ron's face turned slightly red as all eyes looked upon him. "Changing gears for a moment, I'm sure you all know Intergo Phage, Director of Muggle Relations." Intergo gave Dumbledore a curt nod. "Moving on, we have Josten Wig and Pierce Wig, our second pair of Twins in the Order, who work in the Department of Mysteries." Hermione glanced nervously at Harry when Dumbledore mentioned this. Harry pretended not to notice her. "Also, we have Timothy Crouch, cousin of the late Barty Crouch, with us today, and also Ferando Nicholas, a retired Auror." Ferando was wearing the sling for his arm and he flashed the table a toothy smile.
"In addition," Dumbledore continued. "We have three other sixth years from Hogwarts. Hermione Granger, top student in her class." Hermione blushed even more than Ron had and was determined to stare at a certain spot of dirt on the table. "Neville Longbottom, a very courageous student." Neville smiled weakly and jumped when he saw a mouse on the floor scurry by his feet and he fell backwards out of his chair. Several people laughed, and Harry and Ron helped him back up.
"And finally, our newest member of the Order... Harry Potter."
A few of the unfamiliar wizards murmured amongst themselves at the sound of Harry's name, but once again, Harry pretended not to notice and said,"Hullo".
The man nearest to Harry turned and shook his hand heartily. "A pleasure to meet you Mr. Potter," Ferando Nicholas firmly. "I've heard all about you."
Pierce Wig responded in a cold, drawling voice similar to Snape's. "Everyone has, Ferando, he's Harry Potter ."
Ferando looked slightly embarrased and released Harry's hand. "Of course," he muttered quietly.
Harry gave him a half-smile and then turned his attention back to Dumbledore, who was about to speak again, when suddenly a man burst through the door behind them, surprising everybody. Hermione would surely have fell over, had she not grabbed onto Harry's leg for support. Harry looked at her quickly, and she pulled her hand away, glowing bright pink.
The man who had burst through the door looked a lot like Filch, because it was Filch. He looked overjoyed, as he did when he saw Harry kneeling next to the victims of the Basilisk's attacks in his second year. Dumbledore and several other stood up quickly, looks of concern of their faces.
"I got one sir, I GOT ONE!" he said excitedly. "Walked into the kitchen and caught this one listenin' through the door, I did. What form of punishment shall I use with him?"
"Settle down, Argus. We must see who it is first and hear from them before any sort of punishment shall be doled out."
Filch looked very disappointed. "Very well," he said quickly and dragged the eavesdropper into the room. Harry gave a gasp of surprise, as did many others in the room when they saw who it was...
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Chapter 4: Message in the Sky
"Ginny!!" Ron yelled before anyone could say anything. "What are you doing?!"
"I think we'd all like to know that," said Mr. Weasly in a very serious tone.
"She's spying on the Order meetings. She's working for You-Know-Who!" shouted Josten in accusation. Filch nodded furiously at him.
"SILENCE!" Dumbledore shouted, and as usual, everybody stopped talking. "Now, I think it is important for us to get young Ginny's side of the story.
Ginny looked menacingly up at Filch and snapped her arm out of his grip and started whining. "I didn't do anything wrong, Professor Dumbledore, I just came from outside, I was at a friends house and they dropped me off, when I saw something, a very terrible and confusing thing in the sky, so I ran straight down here but stopped in front of the door to listen to see if it was ok to knock and then he ," she jerked her head at Filch, who sneered back," came down the hall and grabbed my by my shirt collar-"
"LIAR!" screeched Filch. " You were standing there for at least five minutes, I watched you, and you were muttering somethin to yourself-"
"I DID NOT!!!" screamed Ginny until she was red in the face. Everyone at the table stared at her with perplexed faces. Then Snape stood up with a grin on his face and stared at Harry when he spoke. "I think, if I may, Professor." Dumbledore gave him a short nod of approval. "That Miss Weasly was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time..." His drawling voice faded away and a small grin spread across his face. Harry stared straight back at him, and Ginny muttered what sounded like " thank you ."
Tonks got up form the table and walked over to Ginny. Harry noticed that she now had long, blonde hair with red highlights. Tonks could change her appearance at will: she was a Metamorphmagus. She put her hand on Ginny's shoulder and led her back to her seat to sit down, but Ginny as adament.
"Tell us what you saw in the sky Ginny," Tonks said gently. Kinglsey rolled his eyes at Tonk's baby voice, and Ron stiffled back laughter unti lHermione elbowed him hard in the side. Ginny began to speak when Mad-Eye cut her off.
"I can see it," he growled, his magical eye directed towrd the ceiling at an angle.
Hestia sat forward in her seat and Bill asked,"What does it say, Mad-Eye?"
He sat back in his chair and was silent for a moment. Dedalus and Intergo were gripping the table so hard Harry thought it would break.
"It's the Dark Mark," Moody said. Everyone in the room gasped and Emmeline squeaked in horror. "But that's not all," he continued. "There's something below it, though, it says: THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE WILL SPELL THE END FOR ALL WHO STAND IN THE DARK LORD'S WAY."
Harry expected pandemonium to sweep across the room, but he found that exactly the opposite had taken place. A long, eerie slience ensued as nearly everyone in the room stared at either Moody or Dumbledore. It was almost as if they were afraid to speak, lest they make the situation worse.
"But... but, what does it mmmean?" Ginny stammered, trying to move her mouth as little as possible.
No one answered her, and Harry looked around the room to see if anyone knew what the phrase ment. HALF BLOOD PRINCE? What did it mean? Prince of what?
Shifting his gaze up to Dumbledore, he could not see his face because Dumbledore's old, whithered hands were covering it. Harry wondered again if it was just Dumbledore's age or was the Half Blood Prince thing really that big of an issue.
When five minutes had past, certain people began getting restless and started blaming others in the room. Josten Wig stood up and pointed his long finger at Harry.
"I'll bet Potter's got something to do with it, no doubt." Harry gazed stupidly and angrily at him, instantly hating Josten Wig. "Trouble always seems to follow him around-"
"Enough, Wig," growled Moody, gazing sleepily at the ceiling. "Let's think about this... Why would Harry Potter cast the Dark Mark? I mean, didn't this happen at the Quidditch World Cup last year?"
Intergo Phage looked over at Moody quizically. "Weren't you there, Alastor?" he asked, with a raised eyebrow, in a voice that reminded Harry of the History of Magic teacher Proffesor Binns.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron stared nervously at Mad-Eye as his magical eye swept its gaze over to Intergo, who noticably gupled and patted his forehead with a small rag he had drawn out of his pocket. Harry remembered the whole incident. During the final Triwizard task two years ago, the Cup had been changed into a Portkey which threw him headfirst into the snakelike eyes of his would-be murderer Lord Voldemort. Harry narrowly escaped with his life, but learned soon after that Mad-Eye Moody was really Barty Crouch, and the real Mad-Eye had been locked in his trunk for the whole summer and school year, and had miraculously survived the whole ordeal.
Before anyone said anything else, Dumbledore rose and spoke. "I think it would be best, if our most gifted members, would kindly deal with the Dark Mark and passage beneath it. As for the rest of you, please exit the room, this meeting will resume in one hours time. Until then, I would like to have a word with Miss Weasley and Mr. Potter. Good day."
Harry felt someone pat his shoulder. He turned around and saw it was Ron.
"We'll be wating for you, mate," he said happily. "I'll bet old Ginny was mad that we all were made members of the Order and she wasn't. So, don't worry about it."
"Yea, Harry, it can't be any worse than when my Gran calls me in to talk privately. Usually, the marks go away in a few weeks," Neville said encouragingly, although it had the opposite effect on Harry, who grinned weakly at Neville. Ron was nearly doubled over behind Neville with laughter, and Hermione kicked him in the shin and muttered," Oh, grow UP Ronald!" She turned to Harry and smiled at him, and Harry smiled back.
Ron raised his eyebrows and began to chuckle when Hermione, once again, puched him in the arm. "Honsetly, Ron!"
Harry began to laugh as Ron looked over his shoulder and gave the thumbs up to Harry, who returned it, and watched them walk out the door. He realized that everyone had exited, and Ginny was sitting next to him, avoiding eye contact. Dumbledore began pacing the room on the opposite side of the large, wooden table, his hands locked casually behind his back, and his eyes peering over the top of his half-moon spectacles.
"Now, I suppose you both know why I have asked to talk with you?" he began warmly.
Harry looked at Ginny, who looked back at him with an expressionless face. Turning to Dumbledore, Harry decided to speak. "The Half Blood Prince, sir?"
Dumbledore nodded slightly, and looked as if any movement in his neck caused him pain. "Do either of you have a clue as to what the Half Blood Prince is?" he asked. Harry didn't have a clue, but perhaps it was related to Voldemort.
Right when he was about to try, Ginny whispered, "Does it have to do with... You-Know-Who?" Harry looked intently at Dumbledore, half expecting him to say that the Half Blood Prince was him, and then turn him in to the Ministry. But, how could he be? Both his parents were wizards.
"In certain ways, yes," Dumbledore said," yet in certain ways, no. You see Harry, and Ginny, no one really knows who the Half Blood Prince is, and what we do know is simply theory. It is rumored, that the night Voldemort murdered your parents, he had someone with him, like a backup person, in case he failed to complete his objective. The odd thing about this is, though ,that when Voldemort did indeed fail to finish what he came for, the Half Blood Prince supposedly never attempted to kill you Harry. Why he did not go through with it is the only piece of information we know about the Half Blood Prince... it was someone very close to you. Someone who could not bear to touch you, not only because of your father and mother's sacrifice, but because he just couldn't do it ."
Ginny was absolutely puzzled, and had the look of a first year tyring to find their way to classes on the first day of Hogwarts. Harry, however, was very interested in the matter, and immediatly began asking questions.
"You don't know who it was?" he began calmly.
"No," Dumbledore answered shortly.
"Any ideas at all?"
"No."
"Someone I would know?"
"Perhaps, but we don't know."
Harry was getting angry with him now.
" We ?"
"Myself and various other top ranking wizards and witches."
'Was it Peter Pettigrew?"
Dumbledore sighed heavily. "It could be Harry, it could be, anything's possible, but we DON'T KNOW. For all we know, it could have been Sirius..."
Ginny jumped back and screamed as Harry stood up in a fury, knocking over his chair and he pounded the table, at the same time drawing ot his wand and pointing it at Dumbledore.
"DON'T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT SIRIUS LIKE THAT!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, surely waking up anyone everyone within the neighborhood. "MY GODFATHER WAS NOT A MURDERER!!!"
"I didn't say that Harry. I didn't mean-"
"THEN WHY DID YOU MENTION HIM?!"
"Because he knew who the Half Blood Prince was," said a soft voice from behind Harry, who turned around so fast he nearly broke his spine. Proffesor Lupin was standing in the doorway. Harry stared dumbstruck at Lupin, wanting to get out of his chair and attack him. Ginny stepped away from Harry, gazing nervously at his shaking body.
"How do you know- He didn't- Who is it- How?"
"I know nothing about it Harry, or who it is. But I received a letter from Azkaban during your second year asking me to warn Dumbledore of the coming of the Half Blood Prince to Hogwarts, and the reopening of the Chamber of Secrets. Whether he knew who it was specifically or just heard talk from Death Eaters in Azkaban, you or I shall, sadly, never know."
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Harry's angry face faded away into an expressionsless one, and he carefully sat back down and looked over at Dumbledore again, who had been staring at him with tears in his eyes.
"I thought Riddle was responsible for opening the Chamber four years ago. I mean, he possessed Ginny, but the memory of Voldemort in the Diary was really behind it all. Who-"
Dumbledore held up his shaking, old hand to silence Harry. He spoke in almost a tired whisper, as one does when they are woken from a deep sleep. "Harry, I will say this one more time. Despite all the years I have had to gather knowledge, I know nothing. No records exist, no prophecies spoke of him: nothing." And Harry could tell that Dumbledore was done talking for the time being. He looked hopefully towards Ginny, but she shook her head before he even said anything. Angrily, Harry stormed ot of the room, desperate to find his friends and talk to them. Ginny said goodbye to Dumbledore and left the room after Harry.
"Please, shut the door Ginny. I need some time to rest before the meeting takes place," Dumbledore requested, in a very exhausted voice.
Once the door had been shut, Dumbledore buried his head in his robed arms, and his shoulders shook gently with the soft sobs of an old man who felt as though he had failed in his self-endowed task to protect a young boy from the haunting reality of his past.
Chapter Five: O.W.L. Results
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, and Tonks were all sitting outside on Mrs. Figg's porch, basking in the golden light of a pleasant summer evening. The birds were singing happily in nearby trees, and there was a rather nice breeze blowing the various leaves and other objects about the lawn. Ron was attempting to teach Neville, unsuccesfully, how to play Wizards Chess, while Ginny and Tonks were taking turns changing their hairstyles. Tonks could easily change her appearance, being a Metamorphmagus, but she helped Ginny put her long, red hair into various styles, each more outrageous than the last. Harry and Hermione were sitting on the very edge of the porch, not saying much, only looking on as Kinglsey and Lupin attempted to remove the Dark Mark from the sky, having already erased the Half Blood Prince phrase.
Harry was becoming quite bored and restless, when he suddenly remembered the two extra wands in his pocket. He pulled out his mother's, but his heart sank into his stomach when he felt the empty spot in his back pocket where his dad's wand should be.
"I can't believe it!" he yelled out, snapping Hermione out of her daze and causing Neville to spasm with surprise, knocking over their chess board. Ginny squealed as Tonks accidently pulled out some of her hair.
"What is it Harry?" Tonks asked, while taking Ginny's hair out of a ponytail.
Not knowing where to begin, Harry decided not to begin at all. "I've lost my father's wand!"
Hermione looked quizically over at Harry. "Your... father's wand, Harry?"
"Yes!" Harry responded impatiently,"the one... Sirius sent with Buckbeak. "
"You lost it already Harry?" asked Ron, flabbergasted. Harry felt a hot, swooping anger for Ron. Before he could vent some of his annoyance, Neville turned around.
"You know, Harry, I'm forgetting stuff all the time. Besides, last year, I broke my father's wand. Gran threw a right fit, though, but if I were you, I wouldn't feel too bad."
Harry returned his mum's wand into his front pocket; he didn't feel like explaining this now. He then jammed his hands into his pockets. "Thanks, Neville," he muttered as he stood up. "I'm taking a walk..."
Hermione rose up in protest. "That's not a very good idea Harry-"
Harry turned around and stared at her. His face was angry, but his eyes were sad. "I need to be alone," he said quietly, and continued to walk across the lawn, dragging his feet as he went. Suddenly, his foot brushed up against something, and Harry stopped and bent down to pick it up. It was his father's wand . He decided that he didn't need to be alone anymore, and turned around with a big grin, holding up the wand like a trophy.
Hermione looked very cross, and proceeded to chastise him. "See Harry, if you were a little more careful with your possessions, they wouldn't be MISSING, and you wouldn't have to apologize for being a prat to your friends because your feeling sorry for yourself and-"
"Silencio!" said Tonks, wand raised, and immediatly Hermione fell silent, furiously waving her arms at Tonks. Everyone laughed for quite sometime; Neville had time to change the position of some of his chess pieces as Ron was looking away, laughing in Hermione's direction. Once Tonks had muttered the counter-curse, they all sat down on the porch once again, enjoying the night, talking about Fred and George's newest inventions, the latest Wierd Sisters CD (Tonks owns them all), Neville's surpirse victory over Ron in chess ("It's mental ", Ron muttered), and, of course, the coming of September the First, when the Hogwarts Express pulled away from Platform Nine and Three Quarters, taking them back to their beloved school for a whole new year of classes, Quidditch, and especially, Hagrid.
The Order meeting had been, for Harry, rather boring. As usual, no one had a clue where Voldemort was hiding. Ron fell asleep, which wasn't so bad until he started snoring, at which time Hermione slapped the back of his head. Harry became so bored with everyone's talk about how to seal front doors and windows, in case of a Death Eater attack, that he closed one eye, and pretended to crush Snape's head between his fingers. It was fun for a while, until Snape shot him an icy grimace, and Harry quickly recomposed himself.
As a matter of fact, there wasn't too much to discuss. Everyone knew who the Death Eaters were, where they could be most likely found, and the proper precautions should they run into one, or worse, Voldemort. Dumbledore advised spending most time in a public place where an attack would be significantly less likely, and while at home to make sure to seal all the doors. At this idea, Harry remembered watching the television in the Dursley's well maintained living room with Dudley. It was about a man named Fred Flintstone, who would always get locked out of his stone house, and proceeded to pound on the door screaming his wife Wilma's name at the top of his lungs. His shoulders shook as he imagined Snape outside banging on his front door, asking to be left in, but he regained control of himself with a cautious stare from Lupin.
"Mr. Potter, if you find our matters... amusing... I dare say you should be removed from the Order at once-" Snape said, and Harry had a funny feeling that Snape could read minds.
"That will do, Severus," Dumbledore said dismissively. "In fact, that will do for our meeting," he concluded. "We shall meet again at Hogwarts, and I shall inform you of the time and date of our next meeting. Right now, I believe it's time to turn in. Goodnight, everyone."
Harry sprang out of his seat so fast that he twisted his ankle and barely maintained his balance. In a similar fashion to Mad-Eye Moody, Harry walked out of the room, desperate for his soft, cool sheets, and the wonderful feeling of a pillow below his head. He joined Ron while walking up the stairs.
"So, how many of us d'you reckon they got sleeping in the same room?" Ron asked.
"I dunno," Harry shrugged. "But no one wants to see you kissing your picture of Fleur Delacour for twenty minutes before you go to bed."
Ron's face and ears turned redder than his hair, and he waved his arms furiously about. "I DO NOT . It was-er- one of Fred and George's new inventions. A photograph that you... um... can........ taste," he finished quickly, and Harry smiled at him disbelievingly.
Ron looked reprovingly at him. "Well, you should be talking, don't think I don't know whats goin on between you and... you-know-who ."
They had reached the top of the stairway, and then began to walk down the dimly lit hallway to their bedroom. Harry smiled once again. "Don't be silly Ron, there's nothing going on between me and Voldemort."
Flinching, Ron replied angrily," THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT. I meant between you and Hermione!"
Harry stopped in the hallway and looked at Ron's triumphant grin. "Eh?" he said with satisfaction. "I'm waiting..."
But Harry was determined not to argue with Ron tonight. He was too tired. "I don't know what your talking about," he said, while turning his back to stifle a grin, as he approached the bedroom door and put his hand on the knob. What if Ron was right? How did he feel about Hermione? Harry hadn't had much time to think about girls, nor did he want to, after his disaster with Cho Chang. Ron shuffled up behind him, muttering, "Right, right."
Harry turned the doorknob to find Hermione sitting on one of her beds, holding up a handful of envelopes, smiling brightly. Ron looked at Harry with raised eyebrows, but then winced at his foot was crushed under Harry's shoe.
"O.W.L. results," said Hermione breathlessly.
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Harry and Ron groaned loudly and shuffled over to Hermione, who was saking with excitement, and grabbed their letters.
"Better get Neville in hear," said Ron, as he sat down on his bed and began to open his sealed envelope. "I suppose our results might look halfway decent compared to his."
"I heard that!" Neville shouted at Ron, who grinned at Harry.
"Only joking, Neville, I reckon I got a T on Divination. That mad old fraud couldn't forsee what she was making for dinner."
But Harry knew that Proffesor Trelawney, the Divination teacher at Hogwarts, was a real seer, and was the one who had made the prophecy about him and Voldemort. He hoped that he had passed all the O.W.L.'s necessary to become an Auror. He looked over at Hermione, and found, surprisingly, that she was not smiling at her paper, she was instead, frowning at it.
"What's the matter, Hermione? Did you get an E on one?" said Ron througha chuckle, obviously impressd at his scores. "Look here Harry, even I didn't think I'd do this good."
Harry took the paper out of Ron's hand.
Ordinary Wizarding Level Results for Ronald Arthur Weasly
Theory of Charms: Acceptable
Practical Charms: Acceptable
Theory of Transfiguration: Exceeds Expectations
Practical Transfiguration: Acceptable
Theory of Herbology: Outstanding
Practical Herbology: Exceeds Expectations
Theory of Defense Against The Dark Arts: Exceeds Expectations
Practical Defense Against The Dark Arts: Outstanding
Theory of Potions: Poor
Practical Potions: Poor
Theory of Care of Magical Creatures: Acceptable
Practical Care of Magical Creatures: Exceeds Expectations
Theory of Divination: Dreadful
Practical Divination: Poor
Astronomy: Acceptable
Harry was rather impressed with Ron's results. "Good job, Ron" he said happily, and he meant it. Then, he turned to Hermione, who had put down her results and now had her nose buried in a book entitled: So, You Want To Be A Healer?
"Oh come off it, Hermione," said Ron, snatching Hermione's results from the edge of her bed. If you got enough O.W.L.'s to be a Healer, then it's got to be better than mine. Harry moved over next to Ron, as did Neville, and they read her results together. Hemione didn't seem to care...
Ordinary Wizarding Level Results for Hermione Charlotte Granger
Theory of Charms: Outstanding
Practical Charms: Outstanding
Theory of Transfiguration: Outstanding
Practical Transfiguration: Outstanding
Theory of Herbology: Outstanding
Practical Herbology: Exceeds Expectations
Theory of Defense Against The Dark Arts: Outstanding
Practical Defense Against The Dark Arts: Outstanding
Theory of Potions: Exceeds Expectations
Practical Potions: Exceeds Expectations
Theory of Care of Magical Creatures: Outstanding
Practical Care of Magical Creatures: Outstanding
Theory of Divination: Outstanding
Practical Divination: Acceptable
Astronomy: Acceptable
Ancient Runes: Outstanding
Arithmancy: Exceeds Expectations
"Bloody hell, Hermione, I would kill for results like that!" Ron muttered in astonishment, passing the paper to Harry, who glanced it over one more time.
"Yea, Hermione, this is really good. You could go into at least five N.E.W.T. classes with these results," he added meaningfully. Hermione didn't respond, and was desperatly searching her Healer book for something. Neville was absolutely speachless, and he tossed his paper in the air and fell back onto the floor.
"Gran'll kill me," he half sobbed. Ron snatched the paper out of mid-air, and Harry thought that Ron might make a much better Seeker than a Keeper on the Gryffindor House Quidditch Team. Ron's eyes popped out as he read Neville's results.
Ordinary Wizarding Level Results for Neville Frank Longbottom
Theory of Charms: Acceptable
Practical Charms: Poor
Theory of Transfiguration: Acceptable
Practical Transfiguration: Dreadful
Theory of Herbology: Outstanding
Practical Herbology: Outstanding
Theory of Defense Against The Dark Arts: Exceeds Expectations
Practical Defense Against The Dark Arts: Exceeds Expectations
Theory of Potions: Dreadful
Practical Potions: Troll
Theory of Care of Magical Creatures: Exceeds Expectations
Practical Care of Magical Creatures: Exceeds Expectations
Theory of Divination: Acceptable
Practical Divination: Poor
Astronomy: Acceptable
"Well," Ron muttered astoundingly. "At least we know, there really is a 'Troll'."
Neville groaned very loudly and covered his face with his hands. Harry felt sorry for him, especially since he could relate to being brought up parentless, a result of Voldemort's dark work.
"It's OK Neville," he said reassuringly. "Look, you've gotten two Outstandings and a bunch of Exceeds Exceptions and Acceptables. Don't worry about Snape's results. I'm sure I failed them too."
Ron looked at Harry with a look of anticipation in his eyes. "Go on, Harry, show us what you got."
Harry had nearly forgotten the envelope still cluthced tightly in his hand. Shakily, his pulled out his results paper, counted to three, and then looked at it. He gasped loudly and looked horrified at his paper, and he put it down and stared into space for a moment. Ron and Neville glanced nervously at Harry, even Hermione had put down her book to come closer to Harry's results.
"It can't be that bad, Harry," said Hermione soothingly, but when she read the paper, she too gasped and looked over almost frightendly at him. " Harry ," she said breathlessly. Both Ron and Neville's eyes were fixed to the paper, as if looking for some sort of error.
Ordinary Wizarding Level Results for Harry James Potter.
Theory of Charms: Outstanding
Practical Charms: Outstanding
Theory of Transfiguration: Outstanding
Practical Transfiguration: Outstanding
Theory of Herbology: Outstanding
Practical Herbology: Outstanding
Theory of Defense Against The Dark Arts: Outstanding
Practical Defense Against The Dark Arts: Outstanding
Theory of Potions: Outstanding
Practical Potions: Outstanding
Theory of Care of Magical Creatures: Outstanding
Practical Care of Magical Creatures: Outstanding
Theory of Divination: Outstanding
Practical Divination: Outstanding
Astronomy: Outstanding
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Chapter 6: Hagrid's Letter
For a moment, no one spoke. Harry's brain seemed to be jammed; he couldn't even seem to develop a theory as to why his results were so high. Hermione was staring straight at Harry, waiting for him to speak, and Neville and Ron were taking turns looking at each other and then the paper that contained Harry's results.
"How-" Ron began, but he closed his mouth in a contorted frown and continued to stare at the paper. Harry felt all the events of the summer slowly building up inside of him, and he felt that he could explode at any minute.
Hermione tried to speak, but all that left her lips was "Harry" and then she too fell silent. With everyone's attempts, Harry felt himself drawing closer and closer to the breaking point, and he finally snapped when Ron commented, "Blimey, Harry, who'd you have to pay off for results like this?"
That was it. Harry threw himself from the bed and turned furiously to his friends. "PERSONALLY, I HAVE NO IDEA WHATSOEVER HOW I GOT RESULTS LIKE THAT, IN FACT, FOR ALL I KNOW, DUMBLEDORE MIGHT HAVE PROOFREAD MY O.W.L.s BEFORE SENDING THEM IN! I DON'T KNOW, DO YOU THINK I ENJOY HAVING WEIRD STUFF HAPPEN TO ME? FIRST, I THINK I GOT POSSESSED BY VOLDEMORT AND ALMOST KILLED MY UNCLE HAD I NOT HAVE PICKED UP ONE OF FRED AND GEORGE'S FAKE WANDS BY MISTAKE!! NEXT, I GET THAT LETTER SAYING I WAS LEAVING THE DURSLEYS FOREVER, AND RIGHT WHEN I'M ABOUT TO, MY AUNT GIVES ME MY MOTHER"S WAND, WHICH SHE'S BEEN KEEPING SECRET FOR ALL THESE YEARS-"
Hermione looked as if she was about to cry, and Ron and Neville were both rather pale.
"- AND THEN SNAPE TURNS UP ON MY FRONT LAWN, I WOULD RATHER MOANING MYRTLE HAVE BURST OUT OF MY TOILET WHILE I WAS USING IT, AND THEN HE BRINGS ME HERE WHERE YOU SHOW ME HOW SIRIUS SENT MY FATHER'S WAND- SO NOW I HAVE BOTH MY PARENTS WANDS AND NOT A BLOODY CLUE WHY I HAVE THEM. AND THEN, DURING THE MEETING, THAT BLOKE WIG ACCUSES ME OF HAVING SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE, WHOM I LEARNED SHORTLY AFTERWARDS WAS AN ACQUAINTANCE OF SIRIUS', AND I HAVN'T THE SLIGHTEST CLUE WHO THAT COULD BE. TO TOP IT ALL OFF, I GET BACK MY O.W.L.s, WHICH I'M SURE I JUST BARELY PASSED, AND I FIND OUT I'VE GOTTEN FULL MARKS. DO YOU KNOW HOW PEOPLE ARE GOING TO TREAT ME AFTER THEY FIND OUT I RECEIVED PERFECT MARKS?!-"
"Harry!" Hermione said through sobs of anguish at seeing him so angry. "Harry, no one will find out because we won't tell them. Honest Harry, we won't, and we're sorry for how we treated you, you're right, it wasn't your fault, it's just..." Her voice trailed off as she began to cry steadily, and she threw her hands up to her face as if trying to shield herself. Ron looked over at Harry nervously.
"I'm- I'm sorry Harry... I guess I just got carried away, because, well, I was really proud of my results, and well, yours kind of-"
Harry, who for a brief time thought he was done yelling, became livid all over again.
"I DIDN'T ASK FOR THEM, RON!!! I DON'T WANT TO BE DIFFERENT ANYMORE. IT RUINS MY LIFE!" His fits of rage then turned into expressions of his inner grief. "I CAN'T GO ANYWHERE WITHOUT PEOPLE LOOKING AND POINTING AT ME. DUMBLEDORE EXPECTS TOO MUCH OF ME, AND THE WHOLE MAGICAL WORLD IS SPLIT ALL BECAUSE OF ME!! YOU KNOW WHAT, I'M NEVER GOING BACK. I'LL JUST MISS THE HOGWARTS TRAIN AND RETURN TO THE DURSLEY'S AND PRETEND THIS WHOLE THING WAS ONE HUGE DREAM!!!"
Hermione was crying even louder, and Neville had left the room when Harry started yelling again. Ron looked too afraid to speak, and Harry finally was glad that he made them understand his trials. After a few moments of silence, only broken by Hermione's sobbing, Ron shuffled out of the room, no doubt to find Neville and talk about him behind his back. This, unbelievably, made Harry even angrier. And yet, seeing Hermione cry was something that powerfully took his anger away. He didn't want to hurt her, and immediatley remorse filled his insides as he saw her sitting on the edge of the bed crying her soul out.
Harry moved almost silently over to the bed and sat down next to Hermione, and did something he had never done before. He put his arm around her and she removed her hands from her face and buried it in Harry's chest, still crying loudly. Harry put both his arms around Hermione and held her for nearly half an hour, all the while treasuring the feeling of finally being able to comfort her, for all the comforting she had given to him.
After a while, she looked up, now only crying slightly, and looked into Harry's bright green eyes. He looked back at her and realized that he had never seen her from this close, and she was amazingly beautiful. It almost happened like magic : Hermione's head moved in closer to Harry's face, and Harry took one deep breath and inched forward towards her, anticipation boiling inside him like hot water. For a moment, their lips hovered inches apart from one another, and then, they connected, and for the second time in his life, Harry kissed a girl while she was crying. Only this time, it felt right, almost like something clicked into place inside his heart, and all the anger and troubles left him as he sat there kissing Hermione; holding her close to himself. For how long this went on, neither Harry or Hermione knew, because no one walked in on them, and they only separated from each other when they heard the dinner bell ring and Tonks' vivacious voice shouting from the bottom of the stairs that dinner was ready. They sat there staring into each others' eyes, wondering what had just happened, unable to sort it out. When they heard the bell ring for a third time, he helped her up from the bed, gave her a hug, dried her tears, and then held her hand as they walked slowly out the door and down the stairs.
Harry and Hermione arrived in the kitchen to see it decorated, or at least attempted to be decorated, to celebrate the O.W.L. results of themselves, Ron, and Neville. He didn't really feel like celebrating, because he knew that the results he had received couldn't possibly be his own. This brought back all the emotions he had been feeling for the past few hours, but he was determined to control them. He looked around at the table, and saw that Mundungus had arrived, and was, once again, talking in the corner with Fred and George. Ron, Neville, Bill, and Charlie were busy talking about the upcoming Quidditch Finals, and Ginny was sitting close by waiting for Hermione to sit down with her. Harry still realized he was holding Hermione's hand, and he released it slowly, because he didn't feel like people asking him questions about a possible relationship. He caught Hermione's eye, and nodded that it was ok for her to sit and talk with Ginny, although he wasn't sure if she would tell her about the kiss. Harry didn't fancy sitting next to anyone for the time, so he took an empty seat on one unoccupied half of the third table, which was in pretty poor condition.
Also sitting at the table was Kingsley, Lupin, and Mr. Weasley were discussing, no doubt, Order business, and when Harry sat down they all glanced at him and significantly quieted their voices. Harry was slightly nettled at this, but he didn't care anymore. At the table behind him, Elphias, Dedalus, Emmeline, Sturgis, and Hestia were having a light hearted discussion, and Harry seriously considered walking over to them and asking if he could join in, but then he would have to explain why he was so upset at the world and he didn't feel like spilling his soul out for the second time in one hour.
Intergo, Timothy, Ferando, and Dumbledore were seated right next to this group, deep in an obviously important discussion, and they did not seem bothered in the least that the lively group next to them was making an enormous ruckus, especially when Sturgis belched an incantation and it backfired on him, and now everything he said was pronounced in long periods of continuous. Harry almost smiled as he remembered how Ron's wand had backfired on him in an attempt to curse Malfoy, causing him to regurgitate slugs for hours on end.
What interested Harry the most was who was seated at the far end of this table. It was Snape and the Brothers Wig, Josten and Pierce, looking very shifty as they were sneering and talking amongst themselves quietly. Harry wished more than ever that he had a pair of Extendable Ears so he could easily hear what they were saying, and he wondeed if Fred and George had any on them right now. Desparate for something to do before Tonks brought out dinner; he got up and strolled over to where Fred and George were seated next to Mundungus. As usual, Dung sat bolt upright and eyed Harry suspiciously, but before Fred or George could correct them, he quickly apologized to Harry and invited him to sit down.
"Sorry to interrupt, guys," said Harry, eying what looked to be a few jars of silly putty, but judging from the looks of triumph on Fred and George's faces, he knew that it had to be something much more dangerous. "Would you-er-happen to have a pair of Extendable Ears on you?" he asked quickly, looking across the table at Fred and George, who were busy shrinking the jars and stuffing them into their pockets. George looked up at Harry with a grin.
"Of course we do, Harry, never know when something important is being said just out of earshot. Of course, it'll cost you 12 Knuts for the pair."
Harry was almost disappointed that they were asking for money from him, when they never would have been able to start a joke shop in the first place, had he not given them his 1,000 Galleons in Triwizard Prize money. He began to search his pockets when George thrust the Extendable Ears across the table at him, grinning even broader.
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