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Chapter 1
"Today we will be learning how to turn a toad into a bat. This is highly advanced magic that may turn up on your N.E.W.T.S. I highly doubt that any of you will master creature to creature transfiguration on your first try. Potter? Potter have you heard a word that I have said?"
"Huh. Oh, yes professor. Bat....newts....got it" said Harry as though he had just awoken from an unpleasant dream. He had been staring at the floor thinking. Thinking about Sirius, his godfather, who was now lost forever. Thinking about Voldemort now back to full power once again eager to kill Harry. But if Dumbledore was near him Voldemort couldn't touch him for Dumbledore was the only wizard more powerful than him. But could Harry really rely on that? After all Voldemort was stronger now and worse than ever before. Harry Tried to block this out of his mind as Hermione Granger hissed at him to get to work. Hermione was a know-it-all sort of girl who knew any question you could give her, but a good friend all the same. She was born of muggle parents and had bushy brownish blonde hair. Harry's other best friend Ron was sitting on his other side working with his toad and only managing to turn it an ugly purple color. Ron was very tall and lanky with bright red hair much like his nine brothers and sisters. Ron was from an all wizarding family. Even though they didn't have much money his family got by and is the most inviting group of people you could meet.
" Hey Harry, I'm glad that old Umbridge woman is gone! Aren't you? She was the worst teacher we've ever had. Even worst than Snape. If that's possible." Said Ron laughing weekly.
Harry tried to force a smile. But it wouldn't come. Ron had been trying to cheer Harry up ever since he had lost Sirius but it was useless. Harry was to caught up in his own thoughts.
At 11:15 Harry, Ron, and Hermione stepped out of transfiguration headed for lunch. Ron's stomach growled loudly. "Man, I'm hungry. I could eat a Hippogriff. Wonder what we're eatin' today!"
Hermione glared at him. Harry knew what was coming. Hermione had this thing about house elves. Something about treating them unfair. Stupid really, house elves live to serve. That's what they do and their happy that way.
" Oh Hermione, come off it." said Ron irritably. Harry didn't know what happened after that. They got into some weird argument about food which had nothing at all to do with house elves. Harry's mind strayed away from the conservation. Into a kind of half dream. He was walking through the halls and could hear everyone talking happily but from a distance. It was as if there were a glass wall surrounding him as he walked blocking out all sound. He faintly heard someone say "Look what me mum sent me! Chocolates!" What Harry wouldn't give to say that one-day.
Malfoy, Harry's least favorite person at Hogwarts walked by and laughed " Hey scar head, been crying for your mum lately?" Slytherins all around him burst into laughter. Usually at these words Harry would have yelled back at Malfoy to Malfoy's great enjoyment, but this time he didn't care what they said. He just walked past them staring straight-ahead not saying a word.
Out of nowhere three adults appeared at his side. Two men and a lady. The lady had bright green eyes. Harry recognized them as his own. His mom. One of the men had unruly, black hair just like his. His father, James Potter. The third he recognized instantly as Sirius. They were all smiling at him joyfully. This couldn't be they were all dead.
"Harry" Harry heard someone say. Was it his mom?
"Harry!" Harry blinked and turned around. "Harry, this way" said Ron.
"Oh, yea. Right." He said. The three people had vanished.
"I know what will cheer you up!" said Ron excitedly, "Quidditch!"
Harry smiled. "Alright, I'll go get my broom!"
He and Ron walked across the grounds joking and laughing at Hufflepuff's pitiful lost to Ravenclaw, Just like old times. Thy got to the Qudditch pitch and Ron mounted and old school Milky Way. Harry grabbed a quaffle and mounted his Firebolt. He soared into the air his robes billowing behind him, the wind blowing in his face. Quidditch was the only thing in the world that could make him happy. This was truly where he belonged. He soared across the field to where Ron waited by the golden hoops. He threw the red soccer ball sized ball towards the right hoop. Ron made a spectacular save.
"Lucky shot" said Harry smiling.
" I think you should stick to seeker!" laughed Ron.
They practiced until the sun went down. Then, all of a sudden Harry saw a glint of gold lying next to the lake shining in the light of the sunset.
Chapter 1
"Today we will be learning how to turn a toad into a bat. This is highly advanced magic that may turn up on your N.E.W.T.S. I highly doubt that any of you will master creature to creature transfiguration on your first try. Potter? Potter have you heard a word that I have said?"
"Huh. Oh, yes professor. Bat....newts....got it" said Harry as though he had just awoken from an unpleasant dream. He had been staring at the floor thinking. Thinking about Sirius, his godfather, who was now lost forever. Thinking about Voldemort now back to full power once again eager to kill Harry. But if Dumbledore was near him Voldemort couldn't touch him for Dumbledore was the only wizard more powerful than him. But could Harry really rely on that? After all Voldemort was stronger now and worse than ever before. Harry Tried to block this out of his mind as Hermione Granger hissed at him to get to work. Hermione was a know-it-all sort of girl who knew any question you could give her, but a good friend all the same. She was born of muggle parents and had bushy brownish blonde hair. Harry's other best friend Ron was sitting on his other side working with his toad and only managing to turn it an ugly purple color. Ron was very tall and lanky with bright red hair much like his nine brothers and sisters. Ron was from an all wizarding family. Even though they didn't have much money his family got by and is the most inviting group of people you could meet.
" Hey Harry, I'm glad that old Umbridge woman is gone! Aren't you? She was the worst teacher we've ever had. Even worst than Snape. If that's possible." Said Ron laughing weekly.
Harry tried to force a smile. But it wouldn't come. Ron had been trying to cheer Harry up ever since he had lost Sirius but it was useless. Harry was to caught up in his own thoughts.
At 11:15 Harry, Ron, and Hermione stepped out of transfiguration headed for lunch. Ron's stomach growled loudly. "Man, I'm hungry. I could eat a Hippogriff. Wonder what we're eatin' today!"
Hermione glared at him. Harry knew what was coming. Hermione had this thing about house elves. Something about treating them unfair. Stupid really, house elves live to serve. That's what they do and their happy that way.
" Oh Hermione, come off it." said Ron irritably. Harry didn't know what happened after that. They got into some weird argument about food which had nothing at all to do with house elves. Harry's mind strayed away from the conservation. Into a kind of half dream. He was walking through the halls and could hear everyone talking happily but from a distance. It was as if there were a glass wall surrounding him as he walked blocking out all sound. He faintly heard someone say "Look what me mum sent me! Chocolates!" What Harry wouldn't give to say that one-day.
Malfoy, Harry's least favorite person at Hogwarts walked by and laughed " Hey scar head, been crying for your mum lately?" Slytherins all around him burst into laughter. Usually at these words Harry would have yelled back at Malfoy to Malfoy's great enjoyment, but this time he didn't care what they said. He just walked past them staring straight-ahead not saying a word.
Out of nowhere three adults appeared at his side. Two men and a lady. The lady had bright green eyes. Harry recognized them as his own. His mom. One of the men had unruly, black hair just like his. His father, James Potter. The third he recognized instantly as Sirius. They were all smiling at him joyfully. This couldn't be they were all dead.
"Harry" Harry heard someone say. Was it his mom?
"Harry!" Harry blinked and turned around. "Harry, this way" said Ron.
"Oh, yea. Right." He said. The three people had vanished.
"I know what will cheer you up!" said Ron excitedly, "Quidditch!"
Harry smiled. "Alright, I'll go get my broom!"
He and Ron walked across the grounds joking and laughing at Hufflepuff's pitiful lost to Ravenclaw, Just like old times. Thy got to the Qudditch pitch and Ron mounted and old school Milky Way. Harry grabbed a quaffle and mounted his Firebolt. He soared into the air his robes billowing behind him, the wind blowing in his face. Quidditch was the only thing in the world that could make him happy. This was truly where he belonged. He soared across the field to where Ron waited by the golden hoops. He threw the red soccer ball sized ball towards the right hoop. Ron made a spectacular save.
"Lucky shot" said Harry smiling.
" I think you should stick to seeker!" laughed Ron.
They practiced until the sun went down. Then, all of a sudden Harry saw a glint of gold lying next to the lake shining in the light of the sunset.