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Chapter 2 - Owls
Harry was rudely awoken by three owl hooting in his bedroom, drenched in sweat from his latest dream he pulled on his glasses to inspect them. One was Hedwig, she was carrying what he suspected was his book list from Hogwarts. The second was his friend Ron's owl 'Pig,' no doubt with a letter telling Harry of Ron's results. The third was bringing his copy of the Daily Prophet, the wizarding worlds newspaper, Harry got up and dealt with this one first, and put the paper on his desk as the large tawny owl stretched it's wings and departed.
Then he removed, with some difficulty, Ron's letter and put Pig in Hedwig's cage to let him drink some water, Hedwig hooted at him as though in reprimand as he finally took her letter from her and fed her an owl treat. "Calm down, before you bring Uncle Vernon up here!" he told her crossly.
Ron's letter was indeed about his O.W.L, results,
Can you
believe it Harry, I passed divinations!
though mums
not too chuffed 'cause I failed
Astronomy,
but still I got 8 anyway!
Thank God
that's over! And I don't have to
take
potions, 'cause I only got an E for that!
How'd you
do? I sent the list back to the school,
for next
year, I'm doing, DADA, Care of Magical
Creatures,
Charms, Transfigurations, Herbology,
N.E.W.T's
and mum's making me repeat Astronomy,
she wanted
me to do divinations but I said no-way! I
also have
to do an O.W.L in muggle studies,
cause I
can't do Auror training without potions,
so Mum
reckons I should cover myself for a job
at the
ministry.
Harry laughed at the tone of Ron's letter, it was just like him to complain about his Mum interfering with his choices for next year. In Ron's mind Harry was lucky he did not have to get permission to drop subjects, in Harry's mind Ron was lucky he had someone who cared about him enough to worry about his future! He looked down at the rest of the letter,
Anyhow, life's pretty boring here, Mum say's
Dumbledore won't let you come yet, but chin up,
Only a month to go! Then you can escape!
Write back soon
Your mate (the seer!) Ron.
Harry still chuckling at the last bit quickly wrote his reply to Ron signing it "the potions master!" than sent it back with Pig.
Harry turned his attention back to the letter Hedwig had delivered, it was a book list, and a letter from Dumbledore, curious Harry broke the seal and began to read.
Dear Harry,
I know that you are probably tired of
Hearing this, but you must stay where
you are for the moment, you know my
reasons. However I will have some books
delivered to you soon, they should give you
something to read whilst you are there.
Knowledge in itself is power. I ask you not to
attempt any of the spells as yet, also not to share
the knowledge in these books with ANYONE!
Congratulations on your O.W.L results, I was very
impressed. I am currently making arrangements
for a new place for you to stay, but you must be patient.
Yours faithfully,
Albus Dumbledore.
Harry stared at the letter for a few moments not daring to believe that maybe Dumbledore was finally ready to treat him like an adult, and let him learn something new that might help him in his battle with Voldemort, and the thought of somewhere else to stay was heartening.
Lazily Harry picked up the Daily prophet and skimmed through it, just as he was turning the page he caught the familiar face of Dolores Umbridge frowning out at him.
Dolores Umbridge, former Head inquisitor
of Hogwarts School of Whitchcraft and
Wizardry, was yesterday sentenced to a 10
year Term in Azkaban Prison, after admitting
to arranging the attack last summer by
two dementors on Harry Potter the boy who lived.
Harry smiled grimly, "Well at least she's getting what she deserves," he threw the paper down without finishing the story, and made his way down to eat some late breakfast.
Having made himself a sandwich and poured some orange juice, Harry sat at the table eating, when the door bell rang. Aunt Petunia came in a few seconds later carrying a large parcel, and banged it down on the table in front of him.
"This is for you." She said shortly, and retreated from the room, as though afraid it might explode.
Harry looked at the label with interest; these must be the books Dumbledore sent. He grabbed his glass and stuffed the rest of his sandwich in his mouth to leave a hand free to carry the heavy parcel back upstairs.
In the privacy of his room he tore of the packaging and saw a small note which said, "Remember, do not attempt these spells yet, just read!"
"okay,okay, I get it," he muttered. Turning the first heavy red leather bound book over to read the title. "Advanced Defence for the Quick Witted by C.L. Clogs."
The green book's title read, "The Green Flame by Lady Lucielle."
The golden cover was called, "Wandless Wonders II by Perivale Purist."
The last book caught Harry's attention, "Wandless magic" it could be useful, if only he could master it, he had in truth done wandless magic several times, yet only when he was extremely angry or scared, never entirely in control.
Harry lay down on his narrow bed and read the introduction.
Wandless magic is an ancient and much forgotten art.
It is more attributed to an adolescent's lack of control,
than any real skill. However with practice it is
possible for any wizard to regain much of this ability.
Deep meditation is the first step, a wizard must find the core
of his magic, and understand where it comes from. For the
most part, the wands modern wizards use are a way to
help them focus their magic. Just as a wand would not work
if a muggle tried to use it, a wizard is capable of performing
without it.
Harry thought this sounded too simple to be true, if it was really possible, why didn't more wizards learn it? He followed the instructions on meditation anyway. 2 hours later, Harry felt much more relaxed and although he could not try to do any magic, he found the mediation was useful anyway; maybe he could actually get some real rest now, without the nightmares that haunted him every night.
Putting aside that book he picked up "Advanced Defence for Quick Witted," Harry was soon engrossed in reading the most complicated spells he had ever come across, he started to get excited when he realised some of the spell would be very useful, some he had heard of like the disillusionment charm Moody had used to make him invisible the summer before. Also by the description of them, some of the spells Dumbledore had used against Voldemort, one sounded like the fire-like whip Dumbledore had cast out of his wand, another sounded like the way Dumbledore was able to disappear and reappear in different points in the room.
"Woa, If I could learn some of these I might actually be of some use in this bloody war," muttered Harry, frustrated that he could not even try it, he continued to read, more carefully now, trying to remember all the details, it was as though he were afraid Dumbledore would change his mind and ask for the books back.
For the next week, Harry woke early and studied the books, stopping only to eat and sleep. After the third day he realised that his dreams were no longer as tortured as they had been and he was actually able to get 'a good nights sleep,' he wondered if it was the meditation or the fact that his brain was just so tired from processing the information. Perhaps this had been Dumbledore's plan all along.
True to his word, Harry never told Ron or Hermione anything about the books when he answered their letters. Hermione of course had achieved 10 'O' for her owls and was planning to take all of them as N.E.W.T's, Harry smiled at this imagining her panic before the exams to come!
The third book was the only one Harry had not read, it seemed to be some kind of story about a woman with a magical torch, and how she had fought great evil and died in the process, Harry decided that he had had enough death to deal with, so he left the book on his desk, unread.
A week after he had received the books, Harry was in his room when he heard the door bell ring, gone were the days when he would be summoned to answer it, so he was slightly surprised to hear his Aunt call him in a strained voice.
Harry started down stairs curious to see what was going on, at the bottom of the stairs stood, Tonks, her hair a vivid orange colour, dressed in black tight jeans and an orange cropped t-shirt. Next to her was Lupin, dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. On his left stood Mad-eye Moody, wearing his tweed suit and bowler hat. All were staring at him, as he descended.
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Chapter 2 - Owls
Harry was rudely awoken by three owl hooting in his bedroom, drenched in sweat from his latest dream he pulled on his glasses to inspect them. One was Hedwig, she was carrying what he suspected was his book list from Hogwarts. The second was his friend Ron's owl 'Pig,' no doubt with a letter telling Harry of Ron's results. The third was bringing his copy of the Daily Prophet, the wizarding worlds newspaper, Harry got up and dealt with this one first, and put the paper on his desk as the large tawny owl stretched it's wings and departed.
Then he removed, with some difficulty, Ron's letter and put Pig in Hedwig's cage to let him drink some water, Hedwig hooted at him as though in reprimand as he finally took her letter from her and fed her an owl treat. "Calm down, before you bring Uncle Vernon up here!" he told her crossly.
Ron's letter was indeed about his O.W.L, results,
Can you
believe it Harry, I passed divinations!
though mums
not too chuffed 'cause I failed
Astronomy,
but still I got 8 anyway!
Thank God
that's over! And I don't have to
take
potions, 'cause I only got an E for that!
How'd you
do? I sent the list back to the school,
for next
year, I'm doing, DADA, Care of Magical
Creatures,
Charms, Transfigurations, Herbology,
N.E.W.T's
and mum's making me repeat Astronomy,
she wanted
me to do divinations but I said no-way! I
also have
to do an O.W.L in muggle studies,
cause I
can't do Auror training without potions,
so Mum
reckons I should cover myself for a job
at the
ministry.
Harry laughed at the tone of Ron's letter, it was just like him to complain about his Mum interfering with his choices for next year. In Ron's mind Harry was lucky he did not have to get permission to drop subjects, in Harry's mind Ron was lucky he had someone who cared about him enough to worry about his future! He looked down at the rest of the letter,
Anyhow, life's pretty boring here, Mum say's
Dumbledore won't let you come yet, but chin up,
Only a month to go! Then you can escape!
Write back soon
Your mate (the seer!) Ron.
Harry still chuckling at the last bit quickly wrote his reply to Ron signing it "the potions master!" than sent it back with Pig.
Harry turned his attention back to the letter Hedwig had delivered, it was a book list, and a letter from Dumbledore, curious Harry broke the seal and began to read.
Dear Harry,
I know that you are probably tired of
Hearing this, but you must stay where
you are for the moment, you know my
reasons. However I will have some books
delivered to you soon, they should give you
something to read whilst you are there.
Knowledge in itself is power. I ask you not to
attempt any of the spells as yet, also not to share
the knowledge in these books with ANYONE!
Congratulations on your O.W.L results, I was very
impressed. I am currently making arrangements
for a new place for you to stay, but you must be patient.
Yours faithfully,
Albus Dumbledore.
Harry stared at the letter for a few moments not daring to believe that maybe Dumbledore was finally ready to treat him like an adult, and let him learn something new that might help him in his battle with Voldemort, and the thought of somewhere else to stay was heartening.
Lazily Harry picked up the Daily prophet and skimmed through it, just as he was turning the page he caught the familiar face of Dolores Umbridge frowning out at him.
Dolores Umbridge, former Head inquisitor
of Hogwarts School of Whitchcraft and
Wizardry, was yesterday sentenced to a 10
year Term in Azkaban Prison, after admitting
to arranging the attack last summer by
two dementors on Harry Potter the boy who lived.
Harry smiled grimly, "Well at least she's getting what she deserves," he threw the paper down without finishing the story, and made his way down to eat some late breakfast.
Having made himself a sandwich and poured some orange juice, Harry sat at the table eating, when the door bell rang. Aunt Petunia came in a few seconds later carrying a large parcel, and banged it down on the table in front of him.
"This is for you." She said shortly, and retreated from the room, as though afraid it might explode.
Harry looked at the label with interest; these must be the books Dumbledore sent. He grabbed his glass and stuffed the rest of his sandwich in his mouth to leave a hand free to carry the heavy parcel back upstairs.
In the privacy of his room he tore of the packaging and saw a small note which said, "Remember, do not attempt these spells yet, just read!"
"okay,okay, I get it," he muttered. Turning the first heavy red leather bound book over to read the title. "Advanced Defence for the Quick Witted by C.L. Clogs."
The green book's title read, "The Green Flame by Lady Lucielle."
The golden cover was called, "Wandless Wonders II by Perivale Purist."
The last book caught Harry's attention, "Wandless magic" it could be useful, if only he could master it, he had in truth done wandless magic several times, yet only when he was extremely angry or scared, never entirely in control.
Harry lay down on his narrow bed and read the introduction.
Wandless magic is an ancient and much forgotten art.
It is more attributed to an adolescent's lack of control,
than any real skill. However with practice it is
possible for any wizard to regain much of this ability.
Deep meditation is the first step, a wizard must find the core
of his magic, and understand where it comes from. For the
most part, the wands modern wizards use are a way to
help them focus their magic. Just as a wand would not work
if a muggle tried to use it, a wizard is capable of performing
without it.
Harry thought this sounded too simple to be true, if it was really possible, why didn't more wizards learn it? He followed the instructions on meditation anyway. 2 hours later, Harry felt much more relaxed and although he could not try to do any magic, he found the mediation was useful anyway; maybe he could actually get some real rest now, without the nightmares that haunted him every night.
Putting aside that book he picked up "Advanced Defence for Quick Witted," Harry was soon engrossed in reading the most complicated spells he had ever come across, he started to get excited when he realised some of the spell would be very useful, some he had heard of like the disillusionment charm Moody had used to make him invisible the summer before. Also by the description of them, some of the spells Dumbledore had used against Voldemort, one sounded like the fire-like whip Dumbledore had cast out of his wand, another sounded like the way Dumbledore was able to disappear and reappear in different points in the room.
"Woa, If I could learn some of these I might actually be of some use in this bloody war," muttered Harry, frustrated that he could not even try it, he continued to read, more carefully now, trying to remember all the details, it was as though he were afraid Dumbledore would change his mind and ask for the books back.
For the next week, Harry woke early and studied the books, stopping only to eat and sleep. After the third day he realised that his dreams were no longer as tortured as they had been and he was actually able to get 'a good nights sleep,' he wondered if it was the meditation or the fact that his brain was just so tired from processing the information. Perhaps this had been Dumbledore's plan all along.
True to his word, Harry never told Ron or Hermione anything about the books when he answered their letters. Hermione of course had achieved 10 'O' for her owls and was planning to take all of them as N.E.W.T's, Harry smiled at this imagining her panic before the exams to come!
The third book was the only one Harry had not read, it seemed to be some kind of story about a woman with a magical torch, and how she had fought great evil and died in the process, Harry decided that he had had enough death to deal with, so he left the book on his desk, unread.
A week after he had received the books, Harry was in his room when he heard the door bell ring, gone were the days when he would be summoned to answer it, so he was slightly surprised to hear his Aunt call him in a strained voice.
Harry started down stairs curious to see what was going on, at the bottom of the stairs stood, Tonks, her hair a vivid orange colour, dressed in black tight jeans and an orange cropped t-shirt. Next to her was Lupin, dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. On his left stood Mad-eye Moody, wearing his tweed suit and bowler hat. All were staring at him, as he descended.
************************************************************************ JessieRose and Toreen, thank you for reviewing my story, you we're so quick, I only just posted it!