Yay, I kept my promice! Ok, I know that this chapter's kind of short, but 30 seconds after I post this one, I'm posting chapter 7, part one, which is much, much longer! Have fun!
Ok, and to some of my reviewers:
Kento: I've always wondered: is Blaise a girl or boy? It could go either way
Kateydidnt: Yeah, I was a little confused about that the first time I read the book. Thanks for putting me straight!
Dark Lady of Slytherin: Don't worry, he won't get supernatural powers. Thanks!
Alright, be prepared for ultra-shortness … did I just make up a new word? Cool! That's my new word: ultra-shortnss!
Chapter Six: Thick as a Brick
The familiar pull of a portkey made Harry wince slightly, and he was much relieved when his feet landed once again on solid ground. He found that he was in Hermione's room at the Order's Headquarters. Coincidently, Ron was in there too.
" Harry! Harry, you're here! How are you, mate?"
Harry hesitated. " Fine, Ron. What's been going on here lately?"
Ron shook his head. " Nothing. The twin's extendable ears, no matter how hard we try, aren't getting past the spell my mum put on the door. We haven't heard anything from the Order all summer. I wish I was in the Order."
Harry felt a pang of guilt. With luck, Dumbledore would convince them to let Harry join. Ron most likely would be jealous. Harry would have to keep secrets from him.
" Um… where's Hermione?" Harry asked to take his mind off of the subject.
" I'm right here, Harry!" All that Harry saw was a mass of bushy, brown hair rush up to him from the door before he was toppled over by a very happy Hermione.
" Hermione! Geroff!" Harry tried to say while the bushy brown hair was hugging him.
" Oh, sorry, Harry. Anyway, how are you? You were supposed to come later today! Why are you hear early?"
" Never miss anything, do you? Well, if you must know…a Death Eater taking the Polyjuice potion came as Dumbledore and tried to get me from my house. I realized that they were an imposter, so I stunned them. Then, I… send Hedwig to Dumbledore, and he came. We took the Death Eater to his office, and he portkeyed me here." Harry felt that he should not say how he really contacted Dumbledore. They both were stunned.
" Harry, how could you be positive that it wasn't the real Dumbledore? What if it was? You would be attacking your headmaster!" Hermione said.
" I asked him a question only the real Dumbledore would know." Harry regretted it the moment he said it. He knew the next thing Ron would say was:
" What did you ask?"
He really didn't feel comfortable telling them about the prophecy. He didn't even like thinking about it.
" Um… well, it's something…well…"
" What?" They both asked, eager to know.
Harry murmured something unintelligible.
" What?" They repeated.
He sighed, and said " Iaskedhimhowthelastpartoftheprophecygoes."
" What?" Ron asked.
" Nothing. I've got to unpack. I'll see you at dinner." Harry said, trying to avoid the subject.
When Harry left the room, Ron and Hermione looked at each other, bewildered.
" Did you catch any of that?" Ron asked her.
" Well, I heard 'prophecy' in there. You don't suppose that he heard the prophecy when it was smashed in the Department of Mysteries?"
" How? It was so loud with everyone fighting. I don't think anyone could hear it."
" But what if Harry knew before then? What if Dumbledore told him?"
" We'll have to ask him." Ron said, but Hermione rolled her eyes.
" Honestly, Ron, you have no consideration for other people's feelings. Couldn't you tell that Harry didn't want to talk about it?"
" He just said that he had to unpack!" Ron said. Hermione looked at him, exasperated.
" Sometimes you are very thick, Ron." And she walked out.
Ron stared after her. " What'd I do?" He asked no one in particular.
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lol! Ron's a little thick sometimes! Did you like the ultra-shortness? Was it … ultra… and… short… ness? Ok, I'll stop using my word. *coughultra-shortnesscough*
Please review, tho by yhe chance you read this, the other chapter should be up. If not, then, … just review anyway.
