Disclaimer: I do not own anything related with Harry Potter, any of the
Characters, none of that stuff. That all belongs to JK Rowling, this is
just a fanfiction.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Chapter 1: Return to Grimmauld Place~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A boy no older than 16 sat alone in the corner of a dark and dreary
room. His mind was wandering back to the last Christmas, where the
room was filled with happiness. Only a few months ago, his godfather
had been hanging decorations in that very room.
"Filthy mudbloods, what my mistress would say? At least we got rid of one of them..." muttered Kreacher.
"Shut up! Get the hell out of here!" yelled Harry after being jerked back from his memory. "I should kill you right now for what you did to Sirius!"
"Harry, calm down!" cried Hermione, running into the room, closely followed by Ron.
"No! This stupid thing is the reason my godfather is..." He couldn't bring himself to say the word. Even though it had been months since Sirius' death, he still couldn't say it.
Harry sat back down as tears welled up in his eyes. He wished Ron and Hermione would look away.
Nobody spoke for a while. Then, Fred and George apparated into their room with a faint pop!.
After looking at the gloomy faces, George said, "Dang, who died?"
Seeing the look on Harry's face, Fred realized what was going on and elbowed George in the stomach.
"Oh, sorry. Mum wanted us to tell you dinner's ready," said George. And then, with another faint pop! they were gone.
Finally, Ron spoke up saying, "I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry!" replied Hermione.
"Am not!"
"Would you two just shut up?" yelled Harry walking out of the room. Ron and Hermione stood in silence for a couple of seconds before following Harry.
The dining room of Number 12 Grimmauld Place was filled with hushed conversations that ceased immediately when Harry walked in. Harry was so used to this happening, he just ignored it. Everyone seemed to be doing this since he had arrived, 4 days ago.
However, Ron asked, "What were you guys talking about?"
"Just Order business," replied Lupin.
"Do they ever talk about anything else?" Ron whispered to his friends.
Just as the three sat down, Dumbledore walked in the room.
"Hello everyone," said Dumbledore, taking a seat next to Harry. "I have some hopefully exciting news for you four," Dumbledore said, motioning to Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.
"We have just hired a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Arthur Weasley."
"Dad? You've got to be kidding me!" laughed Ron.
"Ronald!" said Mrs. Weasley.
"Sorry mum."
"Yes, Mr. Weasley, your dad is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Like always, we had trouble finding someone, especially with the rise of Voldemort. No one wanted to be seen as the one who was teaching kids how to fight him off. I thought it would be best to have someone who was in the Order, along with the Ministry of Magic teach. I had considered Kingsley and Tonks, but they are both Aurors, so they will be very busy. Arthur is also busy, but he said that he could handle it," explained Dumbledore.
"Who would have thought that?" laughed Fred. "Dad as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He'll probably try to teach everyone muggle defense!" mused Fred.
"Now that's enough!" said Mrs. Weasley.
"Well, I best be going, I have a lot to do," said Dumbledore. "But before I leave, could I please talk to you Harry?"
Harry looked up surprised that Dumbledore wanted to talk to him. This was the first time he had seen him since he was at Grimmauld Place. After being avoided so much by Dumbledore last year, Harry hadn't been expecting to get to talk to him much.
"Umm... ya, sure," said Harry.
Harry got out of his seat and walked over towards Dumbledore. They both went into a room down the hall.
"Harry, I hope that because of what I told you on the night that your godfather died, you will not neglect telling me of things that are concerning you. I do not want our relationship to grow beyond what it already has, but that does not mean I do not want to know about anything that may concern you. Especially with Voldemort back and out in the open, you are probably going to be having a lot more dreams and your scar will be hurting even more. If for some reason your scar hurts unusually bad, or you have a dream that you think may mean something, tell me," said Dumbledore.
"Ok," said Harry. He didn't know why Dumbledore was telling him this. If something happened, he would tell Ron or Hermione and they would practically force him to tell Dumbledore anyways.
"Last year, I know there were many times where you saw something that concerned you and you didn't tell me. I don't want that to happen again."
"Ok," said Harry again, still even more confused.
"Now that you know the prophecy, I can begin to prepare you for the final duel with Voldemort," Dumbledore told Harry.
"What do you mean? I know that I am going to be the one who has to kill Voldemort, but I can never fight like you two did that night at the Ministry," said Harry.
"You may not be able to do the magic that we were doing there, but you will learn. I will teach you as much as I can. Harry, no matter what you think, you will be able to defeat Voldemort. You have powers that even I do not have," explained Dumbledore.
"What kind of powers? And how am I going to be able to learn everything that you can do? I can hardly even transfigure a tea cup into a spider!" said Harry.
"That is what I wanted to talk to you about. I am going to have to teach you how to fight better than you already can. There are some things that you can already do, and there are some that I am going to teach you that will help you improve what you can already do."
"When am I going to learn all of this stuff?" asked Harry.
"Every Wednesday and weekend, I am going to work with you. Hopefully, you will be able to get the basics of the spell in that time. I am going to leave it up to you to work on them t he rest of the time."
"So just Wednesdays and weekends? You can teach me everything in that amount of time?" asked Harry.
"I am going to try. I think any more time than that would be taking away too much time from your life. Even though Voldemort is the primary concern, you can't do anything without your friends."
"What do you mean?"
"Your mother's love saved you and has protected you. Your friend's love has also protected you in many ways. They have always given you a vision of happiness and longing for them to keep fighting and I know that is what has saved you many times." Dumbledore told Harry. He was very confused, Dumbledore seemed to know everything that happened at Hogwarts, even what people were thinking.
"I better be off now. Remember that as soon as you come back, we will start up with the lessons on Wednesdays and weekends in the Room of Requirement. On Wednesday, we will begin after your last class and work until we have accomplished what is needed. Do you understand?" asked Dumbledore.
"Yes," answered Harry.
"Good. I will see you at the beginning of term then," and with that, Dumbledore left.
Harry walked back into the room and took his seat. He hadn't really thought about the prophecy that much. In fact, he hadn't even told Ron and Hermione about it. Harry was more concerned about the loss of his Godfather.
"So, what was that about?" Ron whispered to Harry.
"Nothing, I'll tell you later," Harry told them. And he would tell them later. He would tell them everything; the prophecy, the lessons with Dumbledore, everything that there was to tell. Dumbledore was right; his friends had helped him in more ways than just fighting along side him, and he owed them. They were going to be the ones there for him when it comes down to the final battle with Voldemort.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Chapter 1: Return to Grimmauld Place~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A boy no older than 16 sat alone in the corner of a dark and dreary
room. His mind was wandering back to the last Christmas, where the
room was filled with happiness. Only a few months ago, his godfather
had been hanging decorations in that very room.
"Filthy mudbloods, what my mistress would say? At least we got rid of one of them..." muttered Kreacher.
"Shut up! Get the hell out of here!" yelled Harry after being jerked back from his memory. "I should kill you right now for what you did to Sirius!"
"Harry, calm down!" cried Hermione, running into the room, closely followed by Ron.
"No! This stupid thing is the reason my godfather is..." He couldn't bring himself to say the word. Even though it had been months since Sirius' death, he still couldn't say it.
Harry sat back down as tears welled up in his eyes. He wished Ron and Hermione would look away.
Nobody spoke for a while. Then, Fred and George apparated into their room with a faint pop!.
After looking at the gloomy faces, George said, "Dang, who died?"
Seeing the look on Harry's face, Fred realized what was going on and elbowed George in the stomach.
"Oh, sorry. Mum wanted us to tell you dinner's ready," said George. And then, with another faint pop! they were gone.
Finally, Ron spoke up saying, "I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry!" replied Hermione.
"Am not!"
"Would you two just shut up?" yelled Harry walking out of the room. Ron and Hermione stood in silence for a couple of seconds before following Harry.
The dining room of Number 12 Grimmauld Place was filled with hushed conversations that ceased immediately when Harry walked in. Harry was so used to this happening, he just ignored it. Everyone seemed to be doing this since he had arrived, 4 days ago.
However, Ron asked, "What were you guys talking about?"
"Just Order business," replied Lupin.
"Do they ever talk about anything else?" Ron whispered to his friends.
Just as the three sat down, Dumbledore walked in the room.
"Hello everyone," said Dumbledore, taking a seat next to Harry. "I have some hopefully exciting news for you four," Dumbledore said, motioning to Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.
"We have just hired a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Arthur Weasley."
"Dad? You've got to be kidding me!" laughed Ron.
"Ronald!" said Mrs. Weasley.
"Sorry mum."
"Yes, Mr. Weasley, your dad is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Like always, we had trouble finding someone, especially with the rise of Voldemort. No one wanted to be seen as the one who was teaching kids how to fight him off. I thought it would be best to have someone who was in the Order, along with the Ministry of Magic teach. I had considered Kingsley and Tonks, but they are both Aurors, so they will be very busy. Arthur is also busy, but he said that he could handle it," explained Dumbledore.
"Who would have thought that?" laughed Fred. "Dad as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He'll probably try to teach everyone muggle defense!" mused Fred.
"Now that's enough!" said Mrs. Weasley.
"Well, I best be going, I have a lot to do," said Dumbledore. "But before I leave, could I please talk to you Harry?"
Harry looked up surprised that Dumbledore wanted to talk to him. This was the first time he had seen him since he was at Grimmauld Place. After being avoided so much by Dumbledore last year, Harry hadn't been expecting to get to talk to him much.
"Umm... ya, sure," said Harry.
Harry got out of his seat and walked over towards Dumbledore. They both went into a room down the hall.
"Harry, I hope that because of what I told you on the night that your godfather died, you will not neglect telling me of things that are concerning you. I do not want our relationship to grow beyond what it already has, but that does not mean I do not want to know about anything that may concern you. Especially with Voldemort back and out in the open, you are probably going to be having a lot more dreams and your scar will be hurting even more. If for some reason your scar hurts unusually bad, or you have a dream that you think may mean something, tell me," said Dumbledore.
"Ok," said Harry. He didn't know why Dumbledore was telling him this. If something happened, he would tell Ron or Hermione and they would practically force him to tell Dumbledore anyways.
"Last year, I know there were many times where you saw something that concerned you and you didn't tell me. I don't want that to happen again."
"Ok," said Harry again, still even more confused.
"Now that you know the prophecy, I can begin to prepare you for the final duel with Voldemort," Dumbledore told Harry.
"What do you mean? I know that I am going to be the one who has to kill Voldemort, but I can never fight like you two did that night at the Ministry," said Harry.
"You may not be able to do the magic that we were doing there, but you will learn. I will teach you as much as I can. Harry, no matter what you think, you will be able to defeat Voldemort. You have powers that even I do not have," explained Dumbledore.
"What kind of powers? And how am I going to be able to learn everything that you can do? I can hardly even transfigure a tea cup into a spider!" said Harry.
"That is what I wanted to talk to you about. I am going to have to teach you how to fight better than you already can. There are some things that you can already do, and there are some that I am going to teach you that will help you improve what you can already do."
"When am I going to learn all of this stuff?" asked Harry.
"Every Wednesday and weekend, I am going to work with you. Hopefully, you will be able to get the basics of the spell in that time. I am going to leave it up to you to work on them t he rest of the time."
"So just Wednesdays and weekends? You can teach me everything in that amount of time?" asked Harry.
"I am going to try. I think any more time than that would be taking away too much time from your life. Even though Voldemort is the primary concern, you can't do anything without your friends."
"What do you mean?"
"Your mother's love saved you and has protected you. Your friend's love has also protected you in many ways. They have always given you a vision of happiness and longing for them to keep fighting and I know that is what has saved you many times." Dumbledore told Harry. He was very confused, Dumbledore seemed to know everything that happened at Hogwarts, even what people were thinking.
"I better be off now. Remember that as soon as you come back, we will start up with the lessons on Wednesdays and weekends in the Room of Requirement. On Wednesday, we will begin after your last class and work until we have accomplished what is needed. Do you understand?" asked Dumbledore.
"Yes," answered Harry.
"Good. I will see you at the beginning of term then," and with that, Dumbledore left.
Harry walked back into the room and took his seat. He hadn't really thought about the prophecy that much. In fact, he hadn't even told Ron and Hermione about it. Harry was more concerned about the loss of his Godfather.
"So, what was that about?" Ron whispered to Harry.
"Nothing, I'll tell you later," Harry told them. And he would tell them later. He would tell them everything; the prophecy, the lessons with Dumbledore, everything that there was to tell. Dumbledore was right; his friends had helped him in more ways than just fighting along side him, and he owed them. They were going to be the ones there for him when it comes down to the final battle with Voldemort.