A retelling of - BuckNC - classic tale …Dragon Heart …as redone by Billybob
Chapter # 25 - - Early Letter
Word count this chapter: 5,645
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This re-write will be AU …which means it will be set in an alternate universe – as far from the world JKR wrote about in books six and seven, which means dear reader …that my version of Ron, Harry, Ginny and Hermione will behave 'very differently' than JKR's …characters. So of course the people in my tale are going to speak and act 'OUT OF CHARACTER / and OUT OF CANNON' …duh!
Have any of you seen the motion picture entitled; The Curse of the Black Peal. I am referring to the exchange between Elizabeth Swan and Captain Barbosa over the 'correct interoperation' of the "Code of the Brotherhood." The good Captain refers to the code as guidelines rather than rules. That is how I see HP Cannon - as 'flexible' guidelines instead of rigid …set in stone rules. Savvy
A semi-Classic Disclaimer: All characters of the Harry Potter books are the sole property of J. K. Rowling, and Time Warner. This remake of the BuckNC 'classic' Dragon heart is strictly for non-profit Internet entertainment of those 'few' who will read it … and if JKR wishes to sue me, tell-her I do not have a dime to my name
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Harry's POV:
Harry picked up the morning paper of the Daily Prophet and read the banner headline:
Serbian Christmas Night Massacre
267 Death Eaters killed and only 49 captured.
The Serbian, Romanian, United Kingdom and Ireland Ministries launched a deadly Christmas night raid on a secret Death Eater training camp in Serbia. Among the dead were Augustus Rookwood, former Unspeakable Ministry employee, two time-escaped prisoners from Azkaban, and reputed Death Eater in He-who-must-not-be-named… Inner Circle.
The Ministries have only released initial reports of the attack and death count. No word on the casualty number, if any, of Ministries employees was- -"
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"Harry, could I have a word with you for a second?" Mr. Weasley asked, looking across the dinner table and then pointing his finger toward the Living Room.
"Oh Arthur, let the poor boy finish his breakfast." Mrs. Weasley said as she turned around from the stove to speak to her husband and then to smile over at Harry.
"I just want to ask him a few questions about the Muggle felliephone I found," Mr. Weasley remarked. He quickly followed up with another reason to pacify his wife after she rolled her eyes at him. "It could be very useful to have a felliephone in the house, what with Harry still officially living with his Muggle relatives."
"Its okay, Mr. Weasley, I'm full anyway." Harry added, dropping his fork with a big piece of egg still on it. "Thank you for breakfast, Mrs. Weasley." Harry turned his head to look over at a relieved Mr. Weasley. "Is the cell phone in the Living Room or your Garage?"
"It's in the Living Room," replied Mr. Weasley who was impressed with Harry at how fast he caught on to the fact that he wanted to talk outside of his wife's hearing range.
Mr. Weasley and Harry causally walked to the back of the Living Room. Mr. Weasley picked up a cracked cell phone that was laying out on the mantel above the fireplace.
"So, Harry, just how does a felliephone work!" Mr. Weasley loudly asked for his wife to hear from the kitchen, before whispering. "Harry, you haven't heard privately from Ron have you?"
Harry shook his head no and then loudly spoke, "Well, Mr. Weasley, its wireless and it works just like a telephone!"
"Really - how exactly Harry! - - Bugger… Have you read the paper?"
"It works by sound waves from the antennae to giant towers all over the countryside!- - Yes, just now - why?"
"What are these 'soun-die-waves'! Mr. Weasley bellowed toward the kitchen before he swung his head back to Harry and whispered, - - "Rookwood's research is missing; someone burned his entire lab down to nothing. By the time our Aurors and members of the Order got there in the third wave, Rookwood was long-dead and the lab gone."
"It's complicated, Mr. Weasley, but its invisible energy that travels through air! - - - And you think Ron knows something about it?"
"Amazing, Harry, we can call you through these invisible waves! - - - Not sure, but I remember Charlie saying in his letter about Ron carrying back to the preserve- -"
"- - An injured Phoenix stuffed into a briefcase – yes I remember" Harry whispered. "But do you think it was Rookwood's? In his letter Charlie wrote that Ron handed it over to Jane. Did you ask him to look for it?"
"Yes I did and he searched everywhere and came up empty, when he asked Jane about it - she 'clamed-up', refusing to betray Ron".Arthur whispered back.
"He probably got her to translate it using Hermione's notes on how to do it. And if she sounds anything like Hermione, and she does, than she must've translated them by now." Harry said as he figured it out in his mind.
"Blast, he's supposed to hand over all information to Vargas and the Order. I'll have to owl him about it when I get back to the office. We could use the discovery to put a 'positive spin' on the attack and that would get the press off our back for a while."Arthur said in a stage-whisper. "The press is wondering why the English Ministry isn't taking out Death Eaters like the Romanians' can - - they be pleased to hear we stopped a major V..Vol… 'He-must-not-be-named'… research program – versus taking out a simple training camp, but to make that case I need proof that Rockwood's briefcase contains."
"He must have had his reasons for withholding it, Mr. Weasley. I trust Ron to do the right thing; we just have to cover his tracks and help him as best we can." Harry whispered his plea to Ron's dad.
"I do trust my son, and I trust you too, Harry." Mr. Weasley whispered as he put his hand gently on-top of Harry's shoulder. Mr. Weasley was implying more than just about Ron as he looked directly in Harry's eyes. "I also want to tell you, I love my daughter more than anything and I'm happy to see you with her, but don't make me regret it."
"I won't, Mr. Weasley. I care for her too."
"Good man," whispered Mr. Weasley giving him a pat on his shoulder. "I'll talk to Dumbledore, while you send a letter straightaway to Ron asking him about it. We have to be 'certain' the research ended with Rockwood death."
"I'll do it right now, and thank you." Harry whispered, as he smiled at Mr. Weasley for allowing him to date his daughter and not getting Ron in trouble at least for a while.
"Arthur, you're going to be late for work, now leave poor Harry alone!" Mrs. Weasley shrieked from the kitchen.
"I'm going, Molly! Thank you, Harry that was fascinating!"
"Anytime, Mr. Weasley!"
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After the Christmas holiday, in the Gryffindor commons room – Wednesday
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A few days after the Christmas break had ended, Harry found himself sitting with Ginny back in the Commons room. She was working on her Potions essay while he was trying to finish his Herbology essay when they heard a tapping noise at the window.
Both Ginny and Harry looked over their shoulders to see the International post owl, with a large post envelope from Ron. The problem being …it was two days early, as it was Wednesday night. Ginny quickly got up and opened the window to help the owl in. Harry could tell that Ginny was a bit fearful that something was wrong with Ron.
"That's from Ron, but he's early." Harry commented the obvious to get a discussion out of a speechless and fearful Ginny.
"Ron sent a letter? Do you want me to tell Professor McGonagall to have everyone meet in the Great Hall?" Neville suggested from his armchair after watching Ginny and Harry examine the unexpected post from Ron.
Something odd was going-on and Harry could sense that Ginny didn't want to read 'this letter' aloud even in spite of the positive notoriety, she was receiving for reading Ron's letters. She looked helplessly toward Harry on what to do.
Harry thought for a second before he answered, "It's okay, Ginny, if it was bad news then it would be addressed to Professor Dumbledore. Maybe he did something that he just couldn't wait to tell us."
Ginny reconsidered for a second and then half-smiled in agreement with Harry, before she nodded to Neville. Neville smiled back at them and just as quick took off running out of the Commons room to find Professor McGonagall. Harry grabbed Ginny's hand as they walked slowly to the Great Hall carrying with them Ron's large and heavy post envelope.
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Hermione's POV:
Hermione couldn't decide which book in the back of the Potions section in the Library would be more useful for her three-foot essay on her Hair Growth potion. As it was, she already had three other books on the subject, but she wanted to crosscheck it with as much information as possible. It amazed her that in a class of over twenty students in her NEWT Potions with Professor Snape that she was the only one in the library checking out all the books on the homework assignment.
As Hermione collected both books and then moved over to her empty table, no other students sat where she sat – no one spoke to her and yet angry-eyes followed her every step. Officially she wasn't shunned due to any infraction and yet she was still treated like a leper.
Suddenly she wished that Ron was sitting next to her as he use to – like whenever Harry had detention with Snape ...as in previous years. She could all but envision him begging to see her essay to copy off - or - even playfully rowing with her - just for the mere company.
She wasn't as totally shunned by everyone in the school anymore thanks to the parchment translation success, for some of the professors were smileing at her again and even speaking to her in casual conversations. The approval she had gain for the translation had come at a heavy cost to Ron in injuries - so the exchange for her positive 'PR' hadn't been worth it in the end. Still the positive prasie was warmly welcomed. Although the volume had diminished Hermione still suffered too numerous to count small pranks that she had kept to herself, rather than have Harry overreact again and hex someone like he did that Hufflepuff boy the other day.
Ginny's xmas letter was also haunting her, Draco was on his second hump and dump girlfriend since Jennifer and yet not a single boy had approached the Head Girl for a date, or even to just talk to her - in fact she wasn't even being approached for homework help anymore.
Besides her nonofficial but commonly used title of 'Air Head', the old nickname of Ice Queen that uses to belong exclusively to some of the most prudish girls of Slytherin had now been transferred to her …according to the 'Loo gossip' that Hermione had recently overheard. Draco was also behind this title being given to her - which was in itself an oddity. The young Malfoy prided him-self on his bedroom prowess - even exaggerating the number of his conquests by a factor of three - and yet - he repeatedly claimed to have failed with Granger sexually.
Instead of boasting of the 'feminine charms' he had harvested - Draco mocked her coldness – her frigidness – her lack oral skill and general lack of carnal desire. It didn't take long for Hermione to figure out why Draco was admitting a failure to score. To his peers among the DE wantabe's - his forbearance was an example of his so-called self-control - and that change in his 'normal way with girls' - would also be very pleasing to his 'pure-blood bigoted' listeners - for it also meant that he had not soiled himself by shagging a hated 'Mud'
Impotent as Head-Girl, humiliate as a frigid woman - that she was dateless for every Hogsmeade visit as a result of her 'new designation' didn't bother Hermione half as much as the ever-present feeling of loneliness that now dominated every aspect in her life now.
Irregardless of Harry and Ginny's reluctant company, which had made her feel like as useful as a third wheel on a pony cart? Being universally despised by all of her peers was beginning to feel 'suffocating' to Hermione's …never-say-die …positive attitude.
As it had already happened with Harry, Hermione since ending it with Draco had painfully rediscovered how much Ron had helped 'fill'the hours of her day. She found she missed his whispered witty banter in the library, - that always annoyed Madame Irma Pince the librarian - and although she had developed no close friends among her female peers during the first six years of her magical education – Ron's company more than Harry's - had made up for that social interaction deficiency.
Draco had convinced her that she needed no-one else beside him. He had lied. No woman is an island unto herself. Now she even circled the day Ron would return on her desk calendar, day planner, and homework planner. Not that Hermione needed to write it down, as she kept a running countdown in her head of the days until his return.
'Twenty three – lonely, lousy, and long days before he comes back to me,' Hermione thought, looking down again at an empty seat across from her that she wished Ron was sitting - - still unsure what place Ron had in her life - but like Harry she now realized that her world was far emptier without him in it.
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"Attention all students and staff. It appears, Mr. Weasley, has sent his letter to us early this week! The reading will commence in the Great Hall in fifteen minutes, if you wish to attend! Thank you!" Professor McGonagall announced over the magical intercom throughout Hogwarts.
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Hermione didn't even stop to hear Madam Pince yell at her for running in the library, as she busted out of the library in a dead heat run toward the Great Hall.
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Ginny's POV:
Ginny looked around from the podium to see that the Great Hall was full with students, ghosts, Professors, and even the sniping Draco Malfoy and his ever-present goons; Crabbe, Nott and Zabini. Oddly enough sitting a distance away from the wantabe's - and clearly separate and apart of the normal Malfoy 'inner circle' set the odd trio of Pansy Parkinson, Greg Goyle alongside the elder of the Greengrass sisters.
Even Dobby the free House elf was currently running over to the Gryffindor table to sit with a smiling Harry and a timid Hermione. She also had a feeling that all of the other House elves were gathered below the Great Hall in the kitchen listening in to ever word she was saying.
If Ron only knew, thought Ginny. "Hermione is right - Ron is going to kill me when he gets back, I just know it"
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Dear Ginny,
I'm writing this letter early in the hope of saving a life. Last week - - while at the Camp of ... well you know, - - I rescued a young blue Phoenix. (See Picture #1) She's been sick since I rescued her and Jane, Charlie, and I have been doing everything to save her.
Some of the same healing spells we use for the Dragons have been working, but only temporarily. We've gone looking for any book or material about Phoenixes, but there's hardly anything that's useful and nothing that's newer than fifty years old. Bloody books are useless. I'm so mad that I'm tempted to write one myself!
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Ginny noticed that Hermione had cringed at Ron's declaration of uselessness especially over her love for books.
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Ginny, you need to get Hagrid or Professor Dumbledore to send me something - anything that will help save her. She's a Himalayan Phoenix, believed to be extinct for over three hundred years, and they will be, if I don't get help in the next three days or so.
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"HAGRID!" - - Professor Dumbledore roared as he stood up from his Headmaster's chair behind Ginny at the podium. Dumbledore's eyes were focused on the moving picture of the sick blue Phoenix that Hermione had enchanted only moments ago for everyone to see.
Ginny could only remember Dumbledore using this type of 'roar in his voice' only one other time, during Harry's first year at Halloween. He roared, "SILENCE!" so loud it stopped everyone scared out of their wits dead in their tracks, and made them all look up at him for what to do next. Or that's what Ron told her when he got back home during that summer.
It looked like to her that this was a repeat performance, as everyone was deadly quiet and looking directly at Dumbledore on what to do next. That was until Professor McGonagall slapped the wide-eyed and silent Hagrid in the arm to get his attention. In response Hagrid immediately jumped up sending his chair flying backwards and shattering into a thousand 'splitters' against the stone wall - underneath the stained glass window directly behind him.
CRASH!
"Yes sir! Professor Dumbledore, sir!" Hagrid answered with the noise of broken chair coming to rest on the floor of the Great Hall.
Professor Dumbledore started to talk in his usual calm level voice, as he was still watching the moving picture of the small blue Phoenix trying to lay her head on a nest made of a easily recognizable Weasley jumper.
"Get whatever you need and meet me in my office in fifteen minutes. Professor McGonagall, you will take command of the school until I return. Students will, after this reading, immediately go to their Common rooms and no mail, or messages, are to be allowed to leave Hogwarts tonight. No exceptions and the penalty for such an attempt – will be severe."
Professor Dumbledore looked straight at a suspicious Draco to enforce his last order. Then he nodded briefly at Professor McGonagall before he quietly left the Great Hall via the staff entrance with Hagrid in tow.
After a few silent seconds, Professor McGonagall spoke up.
"Please continue, Miss Weasley."
Before Ginny could say anything she stopped to notice Hermione's eyes light up, and then her immediately jumping up out of her chair at the Gryffindor table. She quickly ran out of the Great Hall leaving everyone confused about the reasons behind her actions. Another few seconds of silence passed as Ginny watched Harry shrug his shoulders as if to answer Ginny's unspoken question to where Hermione was going to or why.
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After you do that, let me tell you about one of our old Professors. The Alastor Moody we knew at school during fourth year may have been a fake but he had his impersonation of the old Auror was spot-on.
After I got out of Hospital 'Mad Eye' continued to teach me advanced crime scene Auror training as if the 'camp incident' didn't happen. It helped me deal with it all. I was honest with him and told him how unlikely it was - that I'd get the Newts required to become an Auror, and he replied that whether or not I met the British Ministries requirements didn't matter.
Alastor told me that learning deductive reasoning had many applications in life outside of Law enforcement. He told me – that in war finding clues to the enemy's next moves, like pieces on a chess board, or at crime scene - can put me in a position to anticipate enemy action three moves ahead - - that way I'd be springing the traps on the bad guys - instead of having a trap sprung on me."
"Deductive reasoning, adaptability and knowing how to think on my feet aren't things taught in any Newts Level classroom. And that's when Alastor paid Harry a complement by saying that your boyfriend was good at adapting in dangerous situations, lucky like no one else he'd ever met - and beyond fortunate in surrounding himself with usually talented people. Book smarts and clever pranksters mixed with other talented friends in his inner-circle –with me doing the bodyguard grunt work, - yeah, I can see Harry putting together an impressive team.
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Ginny stoped reading and beamed with pride at her boyfriend who was blushing big hearing Ron's praise.
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Mad-eye is a wise old-Git with loads of life experience to pass on to young-prats like me. The Ministry made a huge mistake in letting him retire. He told me; "not to worry about the past – it's gone - face forward instead and look to the future". I took what he said to me to heart – and it helped. I'm guessing that during his long career in law-enforcement - he's seen 'loads worse' that what I've gone through during all my adventures with Harry and that night in the camp ...combined.
No one here talks about what happened at the camp and I prefer it that way. I don't know what Charlie wrote you-lot about it, and I don't care - just understand this, I will take no questions from anyone on what happened.
Book-smarts is all well and good …for some things - but to be a great detective you need to be able to out think the perpetrator, three moves ahead just like in a chess game. This 'new found knowledge 'has been really useful on our 'Anti-Dragon Business' trips into the city - more so last week than anytime else. I've found out by experience that it's the 'little things' in a bloke's pocket that differentiates an innocent man from a Death Eater.
As for Nicolas my other 'Tutor' he won't be coming back, apparently he overreacted to the domestic problem back home and is now severing a two month sentence for aggravated assault on his niece's reluctant new husband.
Meanwhile Professor Lupin been teaching Jane during the day, and she knows about him being a werewolf. Not that it matters, as he's still one of the best Professors we ever had, and Jane already loves him. You can tell he misses teaching.
I've also been having long talks with Remus; he has given me some remarkable insight on the downside to the 'surprise' I bringing-back to show you, Harry and the rest of the Family. Remus helped me fill out the required forms so I won't have any trouble getting back into the United Kingdom. There are apparently legal restrictions on bringing 'one-of-them' into the country.
To tell the truth - my surprise is becoming a bit of a bother, but there is no going back now. I'm truly grateful for Lupin's help with this– he's a great teacher, and maybe after the war he will go back to Hogwarts to do it again.
"Here, here!" Neville bravely agreed earning a deep scowl from Professor Snape and at least half of the Slytherin table.
I hope he can, as he's a natural at imparting information – calm, knowledgeable, and compassionate toward his students. I wish a certain Potions Professor cared half as much as Lupin does about his students. - -
…Speaking of the Bat Git.
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Professor Snape angrily stood up in a sneer, and then he tightened his robes around him as he started to leave. Ginny continued to read on.
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Jane found a medical healing potions book with his name in it. Seems all the times he was in his private office, where we thought he was cooking up some new way to torture Harry, Neville, Hermione, and myself. He was actually working on a new potion for relieving severe and prolonged use of the Cruciatus curse.
I hate to admit it, but I had to use some - okay - a lot and so I owe the Bat Git. I've enclosed a small jar of rare powder of golden dragon horn for him as payment.
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Professor Snape froze at the Staff Entrance door. Harry and Neville set in shock as they were both shocked to learn what Professor Snape had been secretly brewing. Especially Neville, whose mother and father are at St. Mungo's because of the Cruciatus curse. Harry moved over to where Hermione was sitting to pull out not one but three jars of golden powder from the post envelope that magically expanded as he pulled them out.
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No doubt, he knows that it's extremely rare and 'expensive' to use in Potions. I managed to get my hands on three jars of the stuff.
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Professor Snape was still frozen at the Staff Entrance door, but she could tell that he was listening in to every word she was saying.
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Moreover, I got him one extremely expensive but very useful component for his potions, a huge Dragon Liver.
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Professor Snape's back flinched quite visibly, then without saying another word to anyone - he returned to his seat at the Head Table.
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Therefore, in a spirit that I'm going to 'extremely regret' later-on; give one jar to Professor Snape and the other two to Harry. Now, a thought has occurred to me to give a late Christmas gift to the entire Gryffindor house. - -
- - On second thought, - Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff too, as we have all have suffered under the Bat Git's tyranny at one time or another.
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Soft chuckling and whispering of agreement broke out from the three houses mentioned, all the while Professor Snape continued to scowl at Ginny, and then at a smirking Harry.
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Harry, offer the Bat Git a deal for the two jars of powder Golden Dragon horns and the Dragon Liver. I figure - two weeks – fourteen –'24 hour days' of no detention or points taken away from any other house - except his own.
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Every head in the Great Hall turned to see a boiling mad Professor Snape scowling, with all the loathing he could muster, at a smirking Harry. From what Ginny could tell Harry couldn't help himself, he calmly stood up with a large smirk written all over his face. Then he slowly straightened out his robes and tie, as if to build a brief dramatic pause, before he picked up the three jars off the table.
However, Professor McGonagall coughed and gave Harry a stare to wipe the smirk off his face before he walked over to the Head for his part - he reluctantly obeyed his Head of House as he changed into a neutral serious look before he finally walked over to an irate Professor Snape and placed a single jar in front of him.
Professor Snape was barely able to take his loathing scowl off Harry to look down and acknowledged that the jar contents …as being real.
Ginny briefly read on.
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Normally I'm a trusting person, but, I'm 'up here' because I put too much trust in the wrong people. So, Harry do me a favor …make damn-sure you get his word as a Professor and his handshake over it before agreeing with him. It's just… okay …let's face-it …I don't trust him. Get his handshake on it.
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"One week," growled Professor Snape after inspecting the golden jar and ignoring what Ron said about him.
"I would've made it three weeks, one for each of the jars and one for the liver." Harry retorted, not going to give in even a little to Snape, as he undoubtedly knew Snape could never afford to get the powder on a professor's salary.
"Where's the liver," queried Professor Snape as he lifted an eyebrow at Harry, then watched him look over at Ginny for the answer?
"Ah… here it is," replied Ginny reading ahead in the letter.
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After two weeks, Harry can write me back saying he did what he promised and I will owl him the liver as it's a restricted material and needs to go through a ton of red tape.
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Harry turned his head to see Professor Snape fighting himself on deciding to agree or not. He took a long look at the jar in front of him before exhaling and then with the briefest of nods agreeing with Harry. The students and staff gasped in disbelief as Professor Snape stood up and reached over the table to shake hands with Harry Potter.
Harry smiled and quickly shook Professor Snape's hand before he realized that Professor Snape had pressed a bone crushing grip on his hand. Harry's smile was replaced with a snarl and he started to retaliate by tightening his own grip on Professor Snape's hand. After a few painful seconds of red face and blood stopping death grips between them, Professor McGonagall angrily coughed gaining their attention. She silently motioned at the both of them to release. Both Professor Snape and Harry turned their heads back on to one another and slowly released as instructed, but they still continued to scowl at one another.
To draw attention away from them, Professor McGonagall, stood up and made an announcement to the students in the Great Hall.
"If I hear of any rule breaking or offense in Professor Snape's class, I will be the one giving out detention and I can assure you that you will wish that Professor Snape was giving it out!"
Professor Snape respectfully nodded his head at Professor McGonagall, and then collected the three jars before finally leaving the Great Hall.
As soon as he left, a spontaneous uproar of 'celebration' broke out within the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff students. From that moment onward among three of the four Great Houses of Hogwarts …Ronald Bilius Weasley could do no wrong. Ron had never thought of himself as being popular among his peers, but his letters – read aloud in the Great Hall had abruptly changed all that.
Some of the students even came over to pat Harry on the back and shoulders, as if Harry was somehow an physical extension of Ron - - as if shaking Harry's hand was a means of thanking Ron, but Harry declined the handshakes as he could barely feel his fingers.
Harry made a mental note to buy a year supply of Chocolate Frogs and have them ship to Ron in Romania, as the next two weeks would be paradise to him. Ginny smiling widely in pride at her brother's belated Christmas gift continued to read on after everyone had settled back down.
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Now – for a-bit of… Dragon news! Charlie has me studying for a Class C Dragon Handler license, which I am going to need to send the Dragon liver to the Bat Git. As only a licensed Dragon Handler can send restricted Dragon material. I take the test two weeks from now and hopefully I'll pass, or Snape will most likely poison everyone except his own house at dinner for reneging on the deal.
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Everyone, except the Slytherin who busted out in laughter at the other houses, gasped in shock as they looked worriedly over at Harry and Ginny.
"He'll pass, don't worry!" Harry assured everyone.
Ginny looked around to see even Professor McGonagall a little bit nervous.
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The test is tough – fifty essay questions and a practical. With Charlie and Jane's help, I should have no problem passing it.
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Ginny listened to a huge nervous exhale of air from many of the students and staff, including Professor McGonagall and even Harry.
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Well, I have to cut this short as we're going out tonight to round up some 'poachers' who left the party early last week. Yes, Ginny, I won't play the stupid hero 'out to save the world' anymore. I now know 'that-bit' is Harry's job!
Finally, I miss Harry the deceiver and especially you. And if you should happen to see Hermione in the hallway… you can tell her - I said - hey.
Oh, I almost forgot, I have had a few letters from the family wanting me to take the lead concerning the proper response to 'what happen' between Harry and you during Christmas - when he called you 'Honey' …an event that they tell me was very unexpected and after which they all wanted to- -" .
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Ginny's eyes grew really big as she silently read on for herself.
"Love Ron!" - - - Ginny shouted out - ending the reading. – With the cheeks of her face blushing bright red in utter embarrassment as she stuffed the letter into a pocket of her robe while trying to keep her face from becoming even redder than the color of her hair.
Anyone looking in Harry's direction could see that he was slightly red faced too.
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