Title : Dragon's Heart, Griffin's Mind

Summary : Harry goes to Hogwarts to follow a special training and learn more about his past.

Disclaimer : The plot is mine, all the rest belongs to J. K. Rowling.

Authors Notes : Yay, another chapter up and running.

Many thanks to all those who enjoyed the story and who take the time to read and review : wquad ( ;) ), Schulyr (thanks), ER (there you go …), Jordan, wayne (fear not, Training Year should be updated in a week), Blueduck (Harry/Sarah is a possibility I have considered, especially since they both have big walls to get over, which would take time, and since I have no plans on romance in the beginning of the year …), john (Thanks for the compliment. Personnaly, and it's only my opinion, original characters are good because it allows more people to enter the Potterverse. After all, if JKR didn't have any, no Lockhart, no Sirius, no Lupin, and so many more. But that's just my 2 cents ;) ), jay (a HP book wouldn't be a HP book without some problems ;) ), Rebecca Cecilie (If you read this, I'm sorry to hear that you feel that way. However, I'm trying to keep her low key for the beginning of the story, since she is new to the school, she couldn't activly take part in any adventures if they were to take place now …), Corrie, muahahahaha, Elssha, rearea88, fallendruid (Harry will most probably become an animagus, but what animal will he be ? Suspense … No, not a griffin !!!), chochang913 (ta daa), ALPHA WOLFE (thanks), Slimpun604, Takeda Lee (I'm not so hot on a Harry/Hermione ship, not because I dislike the shipping, but because it's been done so many times, by excellent fanfiction writers which I enjoy reading. Just looking at my fave stories and authors confirms this.), AGTB13 (I know it was a bit cliché, but descending from a griffin would explain his name …), Death-Demon Xero, wayne, corbet666 (thanks) and Tasidia (Thanks. James is the decendant from the griffin humanigus, but couldn't turn into one since the genes were over-ridden with his human genes. Harry can, thanks to the griffin/dragon mix. James turned into a stag because it's the creature that represented him best. You raise a good point with griffin-to-dragon (and vice-versa) transformations, I hadn't considered the point. I'll look into it. Thanks …).

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Dragon's Heart, Griffin's Mind : Chapter 14

It was eleven o' clock when Harry started to feel tired and let off a jaw-breaking yawn. The common-room was almost empty, save for a couple of love-birds that Harry recognized to be in the sixth year. They were in a dark and what they thought discreet corner of the common room. Harry, however, with improved hearing and sight, had no trouble whatsoever to see or hear them, dispite their best efforts. Closing his book and getting up, he made his way towards the stairway that would bring him to the fifth-year boys dorm. Opening the door, he could tell that everyone was asleep, judging by the slow and regular breathing that could be heard. Silently making his way to his bed, he stripped and dropped his clothes next to his bed, ont even bothering to put them away properly. Putting on his sleeping shorts, he got into bed and prompty fell asleep, mentally preparing for the week of lessons that started tomorrow.

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"Yipee ! Double Potions with the Slytherins !" Ron gave a long, slow sigh as he looked at the rest of the schedule that he was holding. "Followed by : double Divination, alone."

"Oh come on, Ron. I'll help you find colourful and exotic ways of dying," Harry said before stuffing a whole sausage in his mouth, chewing, and swallowing. Hermione just looked at them.

"You should take something that'll be useful, Ron. Like Arithmancy …"

Harry felt that if she carried on, it would lead to another of the infamous Ron/Hermione arguments they often had. When people knew in advance, they would place bets as to who would have the last word. Needless to say, the odds weren't in the favour of Ron. He didn't bother listening to the rest of the conversation, but shut them off and started to look around the hall. He spotted the teachers talking amonst themselves, save for Snape who was also looking around the hall. Their eyes cross a short while before they continued their scan. If Harry concentrated enough, he could distinguish each individual voice, and tune out those of the people he didn't want to listen to. He would be able to listen to Draco Malfoy from across the hall if he wanted to, but really didn't feel like it, hearing what he was saying and especially the way he was saying it.

"Don't you think, Harry ?" Hermione asked, bringing him back to the present. He span around to face her, another sausage sticking out of the corner of his mouth.

"Whotcho chay ?" he asked, before continuing to chew on what he had in his mouth, his sharp teeth making short work of the meal he was putting away. It wasn't a pretty sight.

"Urgh, never mind …" She turned away. Harry looked at Neville and Seamus, who were watching him.

"What ?" They just shook their heads, Neville saying something that sounded like 'sad', and continued to eat. Ron was presently wolfing down some bacon and drinking pumpkin juice at the same time, and doing neither successfully judging by the trickle of juice and grease that was dripping down his chin. "Ron, eat properly."

"No time, I need to get my strength for Potions," Ron managed to get out between bites. Harry just rolled his eyes.

Ten minutes later, they were heading down the stairs towards the dungeons where Potions was held, after having ran to the Gryffindor common room to get the necessary equipment. Hermione was in the lead with Ron, while Harry was walking next to Neville. They were comparing the information that they had found for their essays, and Harry could see that Neville had put in a lot of work into his. Harry had had the school library at his disposition during a large part of the holidays, and didn't have much more written down compared to Neville. Of course, they probably didn't have as much as Hermione did, but they could give her a run for her money.

As they walked, Harry took the opportunity to look at the rest of his classmates. Concerning the boys, it was Neville who had changed the most. He had grown, lost most, if not all, of his chubbyness, and was looking much more confident. Ron, too, had grown, and but was only an inch taller than Neville who stood at 5'7" (170 cm). Ron didn't have the broadness that Neville had, and had a more wiry frame. Dean was next, a couple of inces smaller than Neville. He wasn't skinny or thin, but didn't really give the impression of having much muscle either. Seamus was the smallest, at least 4 inches smaller than Dean. He was even smaller than some of the girls in the year. He still had some chubbyness in his face, and an obsession with turning water into some alcoholic beverage.

Turning to the girls, he observed that they had almost not changed, character-wise. Hermione was still as bookish, chatting away about the potions essay with Sarah, who was taller than all the boys in the fifth year, Harry excluding. Parvati and Lavender were whispering to each other about some sixth-year Hufflepuff that they found to be incredibly sexy, and were talking about the best way to approach him about getting help in some lesson. However, physically, they had all three (not including Sarah) matured. And underneath their robes, they were visibly young women. Parvati's traits were starting to define themselves more, and she was showing her Indian heritage more clearly. Hermiones hair had lost some of its bushyness, and was more managable now.

They arrived and entered the classroom five mintes before the bell signaling the beggining of lessons. They took their place, Harry pairing up with Neville and Hermione going with Sarah, intent on acting like the ideal prefect outlined in the rulebook. Ron went with Seamus, which was, in Harrys' opinion, a recipe for disaster. Ron wasn't brilliant in potion brewing, and Seamus was more gifted in blowing things up than concocting whatever Snape would have them do. The rest of the Gryffindors entered and took their place, soon followed by the Slytherins. Malfoy was the last one to enter. He had barely sat down when Snape entered the room with the usual flourish of his robes. He walked straight to the front of the room without any form of greeting and started the lesson.

"At the end of this year, you will be taking your OWLs. I shouldn't have to remind you of the importance of passing them, but since most of you are absolutely hopeless in the art, for it is an art, of potion brewing, I have little hope for this class." He paused, letting his eyes wander around the room. They lingered slightly longer on Malfoy, who looked smugly back. "These OWLs will be supervised by 2 teachers as well as myself. The headmaster insists it is so." Malfoy lost a bit of his smugness, since he couldn't rely on Snapes favourtism to get good results if someone else was there observing. "Leave your holiday assignments on your desk, I will pick them up during the course of the lesson. Today, we will be making the Boosting Potion. It increases your physical capabilities for a short time, depending on the concentration of the potion. It requires a very small amount of dragons blood, which you will come to me to get at the necessary time. The potion is on page 146 of your potion books. Now get to work."

With those words, every student started to work. Harry and Neville divided the work of chopping and preparing between them. Once the necessary ingrediants had been dived, ground and whotnot, they started the water boiling. Neville had completely changed : he no longer hesitated with the ingrediants, but confidently placed them in, not spilling any or adding too much accidentally. Snape would occasionnally pass by where they were working and look on. He didn't have anything to say, however, so just threw them his usual sneer and left to annoy someone else. Soon, it was time for them to add the dragons blood. Harry got up and walked to the front where Snape was presently waiting by a jar of thick, red liquid. He was the first who had to get some. Snape didn't say a work as he handed Harry a small cup filled with the liquid. He remembered the long lecture Dumbledore had given him on the importance of keeping Harrys lineage a secret, and Dumbledore trusted him enough to know that he wouldn't say anything. It didn't stop Snape from sneering.

Once the blood had been added, the only thing left to do was to let the potion simmer for about an hour. They both started to read about the potions that were related to this one while waiting, since they guessed that it was a possible subject for any assignment Snape would throw at them. At worst, they would know, in theory, how to make another potion, which was useful in itself. Five minutes later, Hermione was doing the same thing, along with Sarah. Snape also knew of her condition as a werewolf, since he had to brew the wolfsbane potion for her, as per Dumbledores instructions. But she was still safe for a couple of weeks. Harry hoped that Dumbledore would find something to lesson the pain. Lupin had had his friends. Maybe he would let Remus and Sirius accompany her. He was sure she wouldn't like staying in the shrieking shack, no more than Lupin had had to.

Ten minutes later, Rons and Seamus' potion exploded, letting off a large cloud of purple and orange smoke. Snape ranted on for a couple of minutes till 2 Slytherin cauldrons (Crabbe/Goyle and Bullstrode/Parkinson) did exactly the same thing at the almost exact same time. Needless to say, he didn't say another word about it. They were just unlucky that it happened to them first.

The hour was up. Harry stopped the flame that was going under the cauldron, allowing the potion to cool. As it did, it took on a neon blue colour that the book said it had to. Harry took a large vial and poured the potion into it. Placing a stopper, he wrote his name and Nevilles on the label, as well as the potion that was inside before walking towards Snape. Snape took the vial from Harry and held it up to the light.

"Hmmm. Impressive. I should take points away, since you obviously had help from your know-it-all friend miss Granger …"

"Which is why we finished before her," Harry interrupted.

"… but instead I'll remove them for interrupting a teacher. 5 points from Gryffindor. You may go back to your place."

Harry took a calming breath and turned around, walking slowly back to his seat. Neville had seen the exchange of words and just shook his head at Harry when Snape wasn't looking. "Any excuse," Harry whispered, and Neville nodded vigorously in agreement. Shortly afterwards, Hermione finished and bottled her potion before presenting it to the teacher. He couldn't find any fault with it, but didn't give her anyhing other than his trademark sneer. She would have wanted to say something, but knew better, so she contented herself by walking calmly back to her seat.

The bell indicating the end of Potions rang. "For next week. Research 3 potions with similar effects. I want history, ingrediants, instructions, drawbacks and general information on them. Minimum 1 roll per potion, but no more than 3 per potion (looking at Hermione when he said this last part of the sentance). Class dismissed." Neville and Harry looked at each other and grinned. They had guessed correctly, and had already read up on some of the potions that they would doubtlessly cite in their essays.

Ron glumly gathered his belongings and started his way towards the divination classroom, while Harry, Hermione and Sarah, the only students in Gryffindor not to take divination, walked back to their common room. Harry was also carrying Nevilles and Rons cauldron and potion ingrediants, so that they didn't have to lug everything to divination. He would have taken more, but he only had 2 arms, and had to carry his own stuff aswell.

Hermione ranted about different ideas and points of view that she could use for her essay. Harry just patiently listened, not saying a word, although he doubted he would manage to get a word in even if he tried, and did his best not to overbalance and spill anyones ingrediants. They arrived, after a ten-minute walk, before the fat lady that indicate the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. They entered, Hermione walking up the stairs that lead to the girls dorms while Harry made his way to his own dorms, dropping Nevilles and Rons cauldrons on their respective beds. Looking at his schedule, he saw that they had double Transfiguration with the Hufflepuffs that afternoon.

Harry took his potions book, some parchment, ink and a quil before heading back down to the common room. Hermione still hadn't come down, or had already left, so Harry took a seat near the window and started his potions essay. Snape was bad enough, and he was pretty nasty with his essays, so Harry wanted to get it over and done with. He briefly wondered if Hermione would manage to keep her essay within the limits, since her philosophy was to put everything down. He supposed she could try and write smaller, that was already an option. He noticed Sarah was sitting in a dark corner of the common room, nose in a book, and looked like she didn't want to be disturbed.

Harry had covered one potion, taking almost 2 and a half rolls, when the bell indicating the end of lessons rang. In about 5 minutes, the rest of the Gryffindorw would eneter the room, to deposit their books and head to lunch. Harry gathered up his belongings and brought them up to his room, placing them carefully in his trunk since the ink hadn't completely dried off yet. He went back down and found Hermione sitting in a couch in front of the fireplace. Since the weather was still warm, there was no need of having a fire going during the day, although it was often lit during evenings. She was staring absent-mindedly into the fireplace.

"Hermione ?"

She jumped, startled out of her daydreaming and looked around. Her eyes settled on Harry, and she calmed down, giving a sigh of relief. "Hi Harry."

"Are you okay ?" he asked conceredly. She had looked rather frightened when he had said her name.

"I'm fine, really. Just, thinking …" Anything else she wanted to say was cut of as a stream of students entered the common room. Harry could have cursed them, since he was slightly worried about Hermione. It wasn't like her to be so quiet. But she was stubborn, and if he tried to force anything out of her, she would just retreat deeper into her shell. Harry recognized Rons voice over the crowd, saying something that sounded like 'daft bat', followed by two 'Harumphs' that probably came from Parvati and Lavender, who practically worshipped the ground professor Trelawney walked on.

Ron entered the common room, followed be the rest of the Gryffindor fifth-years. "Hey Ron, how'd it go ?" Harry asked. Ron walked over to where he and Hermione were sitting.

"Like always. She said that her inner eye had told her that you wouldn't be comming back and that you had met you fate before Neville mentionned that you had just dropped her course for Ancient Runes. She said 'I knew that' and told us to how to read our destiny with chickens guts, although (and here he took the teachers lofty and spooky voice and waved his arms in the air) people with great destinies require creatures of greater power." Putting his arms down, he said, "she's really mental."

"You just say that because you're not a true seer," Parvati said as she passed, flanked by Lavender as they went to leave the common room and go down for lunch.

"Whatever. So, let's go to lunch," Ron said. Harry nodded.

"Yep. I'll just go get my Transfiguration book in my dorm, then we'll be off." Harry got up and ran up the stairs, avoiding the odd student that was comming down. Getting his book, he put it in his bag and checked to make sure he had sufficient parchment for the afternoons lesson. He slung his bag over his shoulder and ran back downstairs. Ron and Hermione were waiting for him next to the entrance, and they went down to lunch.

The hall was practically full when they arrived. The odd student tried to sneak a look at Harry as he entered. He had hoped that everyone had had their look during the weekend, but it wasn't enough for some apparently. And it was always the first or second years who continued to look. The other students knew Harry much better. They had been here when he had fought for the philosopher's stone, against the basilik, dementors, and the tri-wizard tournament. The younger years had had none of that, or been denied the most basic of accounts of what had happened. Sure, Dumbledore had sent letters to parents, had said what had happened at the end of last yars parting feast. But it wasn't necessarily enough.

Harry just ignored the few looks he received. He walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down where there was space. Hermione sat down next to him, while Ron walked around the table and sat down opposite. They were seated next to their fellow fifth-years. The boys were talking about quidditch, while Parvati and Lavender were whispering about what they had learnt in Divination. Harry tried to tune them out, but caught the words 'fall in love' and 'tall and handsome' in their whispers. He quickly tuned them out, really not whanting to know where the rest of their conversation was going to go.

Ron had now joined the quidditch conversation now. He was stoutly defending the Chuddley Cannons, while Seamus was rooting for the Midtown Magpies (AN : I invented them, sue me ;) ). Dean was trying to turn the conversation to football, but was fighting a loosing battle with them. Neville was just listening intently. He still didn't seem mad about flying, but still listened carefully as Ron exclaimed that his team was better while Seamus affirmed the same. Harry didn't even want to venture into that conversation. Hermione was reading the transfiguration book that would be used for the fifth year open, and was reviewing what she had already read about 3 times. Harry just concentrated on eating his food, as was Sarah who was seated next to Hermione.

"So, Sarah, how did you enjoy potions ?" he asked politely.

"It was okay, I suppose. But he didn't seem as bad as you lot described him though," she answered.

"No. That surprised me too, actually. Maybe today was a good day. He did manage to take a few points from Gryffindor, though."

"Yeah, but you described a monster."

"No, that was Rons description. I described someone who did gross favourtism towards house Slytherin, and put down Gryffindors as much as possible."

"Yeah. I heard what he said to you. It was pretty unfair."

"You heard, over the noise and being at the back of the room. You must have good hearing."

Sarah shruged before going back to her mear. Harry had realized that she had better hearing, being a werewolf. But the less slip-ups she made, the longer she could keep her secret. As long as Hermione didn't get enough clues. She was the smarter one, and would have less trouble finding out.

The rest of lunch passed quickly. Harry was finally dragged into the boys conversation about quidditch, while Hermione and Sarah chatted about transfiguration. Hermione spoke about the kind of stuff they had had to do during their first four years, while Sarah spoke about the things she had been tested on by Harry.

The end of lunch arrived. The Gryffindors got up as one body and walked out of the hall, the fifth-years went up to the Transfiguration classroom. It was already open, so they went straight in and took their places. Hermione insisted they take places near the front, and Harry and Ron followed her as she sent to sit in the front row. All the Gryffindors were seated when the Hufflepuffs walked in. They silently took their seats and waited patiently.

"Good afternoon, class," Mcgonagall said as she entered the classroom. "As you know, this year you will be having your OWLs." A couple of groanscould be heard. Harry turned and looked at Hermione and, sure enough, her eyes were shining in anticipation, hanging on every word Mcgonagall was saying. "You will doubtlessly notice that your teachers will be giving you more work, since it will help you to prepare." She then proceded to tell them how the exams would go, that 2 teachers would be present and that a task would be held, chosen randomly out of a list of possible tasks of equal difficulty. There would also be a written part, with questions about how to do basic transfiguration, and the dangers of doing so. Her explainations took slightly over half an hour, in which people took notes and did nothing else.

The rest of the lesson was taking notes about the dangers of transforming an animal into its enemy, such as turning a cat into a mouse and vice-sersa, that they had to force their will upon the creature, and many other different steps and precautions. The bell rang none too soon, as almost everyone was starting to get cramps from all the writing. They left the classroom. Ron was massaging his fingers, trying to get some feeling back, while Hermione spoke in exited tones about all the interesting things they were going to be learning this year in transfiguration. Since the rest of the Gryffindors were immune to her ranting, she fell back onto Sarah. Sarah listened politely. She would smile and nod every now and again.

They walked back towards the Gryffindor tower. Ron just wanted to put his stuff away and enjoy the rest of the free time they had. They counted themselves lucky, since Mcgonagall hadn't given them any homework other than to read what notes they had already taken. It was an easy assignment. Harry had taken quite a few notes, almost as many as Hermione. Rons cramp had prevented him from taking as many, but Harry didn't mind passing him his notes. Sarah hadn't managed to take all that many notes either, Harry noticed. She probably just wasn't used to the way Mcgonagall gave her lessons. But she would learn. It was imossible not to, since Mcgonagall expected every student to give their all for her lessons.

Neville was the surprise. He had managed to follow quite nicely, Harry noticed. They were now in the common room. Ron was contentedly reading a book on quidditch, while Harry just wanted to get Mcgonagalls work out of the way. Neville, Sarah, Hermione and himself had requisited a table to the side, away from the noise and chatter of the other students. They were comparing notes, with Sarah making additionnal comments to her work. Neville, also, made good use of the space he had left in his margins. Harry just had to correct several spelling mistakes, and erased a couple of words to rewrite them and make them readable. Hermione, of course, had nothing to add, change, correct or redo. Harry marveled at how she could take so many notes, yet write in a perfectly neat and organized manner. It was almost mind-boggling.

After half an hour, they were all content with the notes they had. As far as Harry was concerned, he was done with Transfiguration for today, although Ron would doubtlessly come to him in a day or 2 to get his notes, except if he borrowed Hermiones instead. After all, you would have to be pretty blind if you didn't notice that Ron had at least a crush on the girl. And needless to say, Hermione Granger, smartest witch to grace Hogwarts, was completely oblivious to it all.

They still had about 3 hours before lunch. Harry decided to finish another potion for Snape, getting that out of the way. He wondered if any other students would want help. Hermione certainly didn't need it, but she would be a good tutor, since she already helped different people from diufferent years and in different houses. He himself wasn't too bad in potions, or any other lesson, for that matter. Neville was a whizz in Herbology, but nigh on hopeless in Potions and general spellcasting. And Harry knew that Ron was bordering on 'disaster' when it came to potion-brewing. Neville had gone up to the boys dorm, and Sarah was sitting at another table, reviewing her notes for Ancient Runes, which was the next day. Hermione and Harry were still at the same table, since Hermione was going through Transfiguration one last time … for the day.

"Hermione ?"

"What ?"

"What say we start some sort of study group. Those who are stronger can help those who are weaker in a certain subject."

"It's a good idea. What were you thinking ?"

"Well, obviously, you would need no help in any lesson. But it wouldn't be fair for you to help everyone. Nevilles brilliant in herbology, I'm good everywhere. Well, I was 'before', and I'm better since." He didn't have to give any details as to what he was refering to when he said 'before'. And the headmaster had told him that he was more powerful magically since his transformation. "I could do DADA and Ancient Runes. Neville, if he agrees, will do Herbology. Parvati is good in Astronomy, and she and Lavender will doubtlessly want to tutor Divination." Hermione rolled her eyes at this, but refrained from commenting. "And you could help in Transfiguration, Arithmancy and History of Magic. I think that's everything covered."

"Care of magical creatures." Hermione remarked.

"True. Erm, Ron isn't too bad. Modesty aside, I'm better, but I don't want him feeling left out."

"Harry ?"

"Hmm ?"

"I said it before and I'll say it again : you should have been a prefect."

"Maybe. But if I was, I wouldn't be able to get into so much trouble," he said with a grin. She swatted him, but had a smile on her face. "I'll talk to everyone concerned, then we can go and talk to Mcgonagall."

"Good idea."

Harry got up. He first went to Ron. He seemed slightly fearful at the idea of teaching, but Harry said he would help him if he wanted, so he agreed. Parvati and Lavender were exited at the possibility of tutoring Divination and mentionned something about seeing it in their chicken guts. Harry just left it at that, and went to see Neville. The boy was thrilled. It was his chance to proove that he was good at something. Walking down to the common room, he nodded to Hermione, who stood up and followed him out of the common room.

They talked about where they could hold the extra tutoring, which years thay could include, and the like. They finally settled on concentrating on the fifth-years, and could get a free classroom with Mcgonagalls assent, if she agreed to the idea. They arrived at the teachers lounge, and Hermione knocked on the door. It opened, and professor Sinitra, the astronomy teacher, looked into the corridor.

"Yes ?"

"We were wondering if professor Mcgonagall was here." Hermione was polite and straight to the point.

"Yes, she is." Turning into the classroom, she called, "Minerva, students to see you."

Harry and Hermione could hear footsteps crossing the room. Harry knew the layout pretty well, since he had been inside the room on several occasions. Mcgonagall opened the door wider and stepped out into the corridor, closing the door behind her. "You wished to speak to me ?"

"Yes professor. Harry here had the idea of starting a study group, for those who have troubles in certain lessons." She then proceded to give a brief summary of what they had discussed, who would tutor what, and the like. Mcgonagall listened attentivly.

"But isn't it a bit restrictive, helping just fifth-years ?"

"Not necessarily, processor. By restricting it to only those of our year, it means we all see the same material, which will be difficult with people of different years. And they can hold their own study groups. Not forgetting that we have OWLs this year, meaning less time to studt for them if we start tutoring the younger years. Of course, we will be available if a particular student has a lot of trouble in a certain lesson, but that is the exception, not the rule," Harry smootly answered. Hermione nodded in consent, and the transfiguration teachers stern demeanor didn't falter during his little tirade. However, once he finished, she gave them one of her rare smiles.

"I find it to be an excellent idea. You should try to speak to the other years, encourage them to do likewise. I will grant you the use of the transfiguration classroom every evening after dinner, from eight till ten , with a limit of returning to your common room by quarter past ten. You will have to have a list of those who attend each individual session, with an inscription the week before and a check whether the person is present or not. The classroom will be available from Mondays to Saturdays. Do you have an idea what will be taught on what days ?"

"Not yet, professor. We wanted to have your accord before detailing."

"Yes. And is it open to only Gryffindors ?"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other. It was Harry that answered "While the idea was to allow only Gryffindors at first, there should be ne trouble in allowing other students to come. But the student leading the session should be allowed temporary teacher-status to allow him to deal with trouble-makers if it is to become inter-house tutoring sessions. Although several people should be consulted if the need arrises of removing someone from a certain session. They may even want to teach a particular course. As it is, we have nobody tutoring Muggle studies, although and muggle-born or muggle-raised should be enough."

Mcgonagall gave a nod of approval. "Very well. As of next week, you will have my classroom as arranged. I will talk to the other heads of house. I will talk to you both in a couple of days time. Since the idea originated with you, you should have the final say, belong on the tutoring comitee, so to say. I admit that the idea has already crossed my mind, but no student has ever brough the idea to completion. Hopefully, this year will be different. That is all."

"Thank you professor," Hermione said as their head of house entered the teachers lounge. As soon as the door closed, Hermione gave an excited squeal. "Harry, this is brilliant. It might bring us extra credit."

"Harry just rolled his eyes as they headed back to the common room, Hermione already runnng though possible subjects that she could teach during her sessions …

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Dinner was a pleasent affair. Half-way through, Fred and George came over to tell Harry to meet the rest of the quidditch team after dinner in Mcgonagalls classroom. Harry just nodded and enjoyed the rest of his dinner. Small bowls with more of Freds and georges sweets appeared, and Neville once again fell for it. Lucky for him, he took a red one, which lasted for the shortest time. He grinned sheepishly, but wasn't the only one to fall for it again.

After dinner, Harry joined the rest of his house team while they made their way up towards the transfiguration classroom. He talked with Katie along the way. She was a seventh-year, just like all the other players on the team. She was the one Harry got along the best with,. Although they rarely had opportunities to just sit down and talk, they often took the time during quidditch practices or in the Gryffindor common room. Other than the Weasley twins, she was the first one to congratulate Harry for making the team, and would sometimes just observe him as he flew to give him pointers to improve. She was, needless to say, very intrigued about Harrys changes. He felt a bit bad about saying it was due to a abrupt magical growth spurt, since it wasn't the truth, even if it wasn't a lie, either. He considered telling her the truth, but wouldn't do so yet, and if he did, woudl do so somewhere much more private.

They arrived at Mcgonagalls classroom, and found the door open. Entering, they say the teacher sitting at her desk. They entered and walked over, standing before her desk.

"Very well. I counted your vote for captain. It was a draw, between Angelina and Harry."

"So what happens then, professor ?" Fred asked.

"What do you two think ?" she asked, looking at Angeline then Harry. It was Harry who spoke.

"I think Angelina should be captain, and I'll be vice-captain, taking over next year. Trouble follows me around too much for me to be captain, and I have OWLs as well as tutoring sessions. And I'm sure that she'll be a very capable captain."

Mcgonagall looked at Angelina. "Any objections ?" Angelina looked at Harry, and shook her head. "Very well. Tryouts will take place this Saturday morning at the quidditch pitch, at nine o' clock. You will be expected as of half past eight. That is all." With that, the team left the room. Angelina thanked Harry for leaving her the position, and he assured her that he meant what he said. Fred and George lifted heronto their shoulders, and kept her there all the way to their common room. Upon entering, they loudly declared the good news, and a party followed that lasted till eleven, when Mcgonagall came and put an end to it.

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Authors Notes : That's it. Thanks again to all who reviewed. The next chapter should again be along in 2 to 3 weeks. As always, reviews, comments, questions and the like are appreciated.