Here it is, the day before my 18th birthday the squel to Harry Potter:Sixth
Year....
SECRETS
Chpter One- The beginning of a normal year? I highly doubt that
It's around ten o'clock on September the first, and Harry Potter is going through the barriar to platform 9 and 3/4 for the last time as a stiudent, he loads his trunk, then waits for his two best friends, Ron Weasley and the new Head Girl, Hermione Granger.
At ten after, the Weasley's came through, Mrs. Weasley hugging Harry and her own children goodbye, or hello in Harry's case to Ginny, off to see her boyfriend, Dean, and Ron, "Hiya Harry, have you seen Blaise?" (Ron's girlfriend since the beginnig of sixth year.)
"Yeah, I think she was loading her stuff."
"Alright, I'm gonna go find her, save us a compartment, eh mate?"
"Sure thing, I'm going to wait for Hermione."
"Alright, boy am I glad I'm not Head Boy, It's bad enough being a Prefect."
"Better not let her hear that."
"I know, see ya in a bit."
"Yeah."
Ten minutes later, Hermione came through. "Hey 'Mione," Harry called out.
"Harry," and she hugged him.
"What, your not wearing your badge, yet?"
"I'm not Percy."
"Boy am I glad of that."
"Me too, shall we go get a compartment before I have to go see the Prefects?"
"Let's go."
Ron joined them saying Blaise went to meet her friends, "Harry, your burnt to a crisp, your peelings are peeling, why, mate?" Ron asked.
"Dursley chores, please don't touch."
"Rotton summer?"
"Oh yeah, I wasn't allowed to leave the yard, unless to go to Mrs. Figg's."
"Then why didn't you say anything in your letters?" Hermione asked.
"Didn't want to bother you guys, when I have bigger problems."
"Huh?" Ron asked.
"Honestly Ron, how long have you known Harry?"
"Six years, what?"
"Ol' Voldie, Ron."
"Oh, yeah."
"It's eleven, got to go meet the prefects, I'll be back afterwards."
"Uh, Hermione, you remember I am a prefect," Ron said.
"Right, sorry."
"Okay, see you guys."
"I'm going to go hang with Blaise after the meeting."
"Okay, have fun."
"Right," Ron said.
"Shut up, Ron, see you in a bit Harry."
"Bye."
"Welcome everyone to a new year at Hogwarts! Mr. Filch, the caretaker would like me to remind you of the list of forbidden items, and that the forest upon grounds is forbidden, Thank you."
The sorting hat did it's song and the first years were sorted, and dinner was served.
What will the new and final year bring? Death or life? Sorrow or happiness? We will find out.
The Gryfindors trudged up to the Fat Lady, where Hermione said the password, with a smile to Harry, "Dumbledore's Army," which brought loads of seventh and sixth years nostalgia, reminiscing, on good times for some and hell for others.
"Harry, Ron, I've got to go meet McGonagall, see the head dorms."
"Who's Head Boy?" asked Harry.
"Ernie McMillian."
"He's that prat who was against Harry second year."
"Ron, that was five years ago, let it go mate, let it go," Harry said, as Hermione left laughing.
About an hour later, while Harry was losing to Ron at chess, Hermione came back, through a portrait of Godric Gryfindor.
"Checkmate," Ron said.
"Lost again, damn, how's the new dorm, 'Mione?"
"Great, there's a door to here, in my room."
"What took you so long?" Ron asked.
"McGonagall lecture, the password to the dorms is bouncing Ferret, Ernie and I agreed on that, and the password to get from here to my room is Padfoot, you guys ready for classes tomorrow?" she said/asked breathlessly.
"Yeah, as ready as I'll ever be," Ron answered.
"All set, my essays gonna knock Snape out," Harry said cheerfully jokeing.
"That good?" Hermione asked.
"I think it's good," Harry said.
"Want me to look it over?"
"If you will, yeah." She nodded yes. "I'll go get it."
"Good night you two, how can you talk about homework, now, I'm beat, creaming Harry in chess and the wonderful feast."
"Good night, Ron."
"Night Ron," and Harry bolted up the stairs and back down before Ron was halfway up, as he was coming down, Harry joked, "You need to get into shape, Mr. Keeper."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Here it is, Hermiuone," Harry said handing her his essay. She read through it while he was reading yet another book pf Dueling or defense or anything that might help him in the fututre againset Tom Riddle aka Lord Voldemort.
"You know what Harry, if you don't get an O, I'll collapse from shock."
"And if I get an O, I'll collapse from shock," he joked.
A month later in the very same common room, Harry's banging his head on the table," Why, why, why, I'm such an idiot."
"Your not an idiot, Harry, why would you think that?" Hermione asked, Ron off somewhere with Blaise.
"But I am, thinking I could take a class with out the first three years of it, I'm so stupid, I can't get this, I'm an idiot."
"Harry, you are not, what are you having trouble with?"
"Arithmancy."
"Wht didn't you say anything? You know I could tutor you, help you, that is one of my better subjects."
"There all your best subjects, could you really?"
"Yeah, your better then me in Defense (D.A.D.A.), when?"
"Wednesday, ten?"
"Works for me."
"Thank you so much," and he hugged her, "Crap late for Quidditich practice, team'll kill me for that, I'm the Captain, need to set a good example, right?"
"Absolutely, bye."
There was chapter one of my sequel to hp:6th year, I have chappies 2 and part of 3 written, just to worn you, thjis fic should shock you what happens, probably not what's next but later, oh yeah did i put in a disclaimer? if i didn't I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH HARRY POTTER, so don't sue me, I don't have more then FIVE CENTS, and I just turned 18 yesterdayt(the 19th of august), I would like to not be sued for any money I ever make, keep reding and review, thanks.
SECRETS
Chpter One- The beginning of a normal year? I highly doubt that
It's around ten o'clock on September the first, and Harry Potter is going through the barriar to platform 9 and 3/4 for the last time as a stiudent, he loads his trunk, then waits for his two best friends, Ron Weasley and the new Head Girl, Hermione Granger.
At ten after, the Weasley's came through, Mrs. Weasley hugging Harry and her own children goodbye, or hello in Harry's case to Ginny, off to see her boyfriend, Dean, and Ron, "Hiya Harry, have you seen Blaise?" (Ron's girlfriend since the beginnig of sixth year.)
"Yeah, I think she was loading her stuff."
"Alright, I'm gonna go find her, save us a compartment, eh mate?"
"Sure thing, I'm going to wait for Hermione."
"Alright, boy am I glad I'm not Head Boy, It's bad enough being a Prefect."
"Better not let her hear that."
"I know, see ya in a bit."
"Yeah."
Ten minutes later, Hermione came through. "Hey 'Mione," Harry called out.
"Harry," and she hugged him.
"What, your not wearing your badge, yet?"
"I'm not Percy."
"Boy am I glad of that."
"Me too, shall we go get a compartment before I have to go see the Prefects?"
"Let's go."
Ron joined them saying Blaise went to meet her friends, "Harry, your burnt to a crisp, your peelings are peeling, why, mate?" Ron asked.
"Dursley chores, please don't touch."
"Rotton summer?"
"Oh yeah, I wasn't allowed to leave the yard, unless to go to Mrs. Figg's."
"Then why didn't you say anything in your letters?" Hermione asked.
"Didn't want to bother you guys, when I have bigger problems."
"Huh?" Ron asked.
"Honestly Ron, how long have you known Harry?"
"Six years, what?"
"Ol' Voldie, Ron."
"Oh, yeah."
"It's eleven, got to go meet the prefects, I'll be back afterwards."
"Uh, Hermione, you remember I am a prefect," Ron said.
"Right, sorry."
"Okay, see you guys."
"I'm going to go hang with Blaise after the meeting."
"Okay, have fun."
"Right," Ron said.
"Shut up, Ron, see you in a bit Harry."
"Bye."
"Welcome everyone to a new year at Hogwarts! Mr. Filch, the caretaker would like me to remind you of the list of forbidden items, and that the forest upon grounds is forbidden, Thank you."
The sorting hat did it's song and the first years were sorted, and dinner was served.
What will the new and final year bring? Death or life? Sorrow or happiness? We will find out.
The Gryfindors trudged up to the Fat Lady, where Hermione said the password, with a smile to Harry, "Dumbledore's Army," which brought loads of seventh and sixth years nostalgia, reminiscing, on good times for some and hell for others.
"Harry, Ron, I've got to go meet McGonagall, see the head dorms."
"Who's Head Boy?" asked Harry.
"Ernie McMillian."
"He's that prat who was against Harry second year."
"Ron, that was five years ago, let it go mate, let it go," Harry said, as Hermione left laughing.
About an hour later, while Harry was losing to Ron at chess, Hermione came back, through a portrait of Godric Gryfindor.
"Checkmate," Ron said.
"Lost again, damn, how's the new dorm, 'Mione?"
"Great, there's a door to here, in my room."
"What took you so long?" Ron asked.
"McGonagall lecture, the password to the dorms is bouncing Ferret, Ernie and I agreed on that, and the password to get from here to my room is Padfoot, you guys ready for classes tomorrow?" she said/asked breathlessly.
"Yeah, as ready as I'll ever be," Ron answered.
"All set, my essays gonna knock Snape out," Harry said cheerfully jokeing.
"That good?" Hermione asked.
"I think it's good," Harry said.
"Want me to look it over?"
"If you will, yeah." She nodded yes. "I'll go get it."
"Good night you two, how can you talk about homework, now, I'm beat, creaming Harry in chess and the wonderful feast."
"Good night, Ron."
"Night Ron," and Harry bolted up the stairs and back down before Ron was halfway up, as he was coming down, Harry joked, "You need to get into shape, Mr. Keeper."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Here it is, Hermiuone," Harry said handing her his essay. She read through it while he was reading yet another book pf Dueling or defense or anything that might help him in the fututre againset Tom Riddle aka Lord Voldemort.
"You know what Harry, if you don't get an O, I'll collapse from shock."
"And if I get an O, I'll collapse from shock," he joked.
A month later in the very same common room, Harry's banging his head on the table," Why, why, why, I'm such an idiot."
"Your not an idiot, Harry, why would you think that?" Hermione asked, Ron off somewhere with Blaise.
"But I am, thinking I could take a class with out the first three years of it, I'm so stupid, I can't get this, I'm an idiot."
"Harry, you are not, what are you having trouble with?"
"Arithmancy."
"Wht didn't you say anything? You know I could tutor you, help you, that is one of my better subjects."
"There all your best subjects, could you really?"
"Yeah, your better then me in Defense (D.A.D.A.), when?"
"Wednesday, ten?"
"Works for me."
"Thank you so much," and he hugged her, "Crap late for Quidditich practice, team'll kill me for that, I'm the Captain, need to set a good example, right?"
"Absolutely, bye."
There was chapter one of my sequel to hp:6th year, I have chappies 2 and part of 3 written, just to worn you, thjis fic should shock you what happens, probably not what's next but later, oh yeah did i put in a disclaimer? if i didn't I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH HARRY POTTER, so don't sue me, I don't have more then FIVE CENTS, and I just turned 18 yesterdayt(the 19th of august), I would like to not be sued for any money I ever make, keep reding and review, thanks.