Chapter LV — Frightening Knowledge
Ginny woke up the next morning and had to blink a few times before she remembered where she was. The satin sheets felt soft against her skin as she rolled over. The clock read ten a.m. She was surprised that she had slept so long and she quickly slipped out of bed. That was when she remembered everything that had happened the day before. She slid up the tank top that she was wearing to touch the bellybutton ring and grinned. She liked it. She had always wanted one, sort of, but her mum had been so against it. Ginny grinned; she could and would hide it from her. After all, that would be a matter of her own safety. Molly would flip out if she saw the ring on her 'baby' girl. Then she remembered the tattoo and blushed. She couldn't believe that she had actually gone through with the tattoo. She was glad that she had though, it made her feel grown up already. And she knew deep down that if she hadn't wanted the tattoo, she wouldn't have gotten one.
She slipped into the adjoining bathroom and quickly showered before she changed into a pair of old jeans and a tank top. She couldn't even bring herself to choose an outfit from the insane amount that she had received the day before. She went into the common room and found Emma sprawled out on the floor flipping through some heavy volumes of books that looked hundreds of years old.
"What are those about?" She asked.
Emma grinned. "Magic. Did you sleep alright? I didn't want to wake you up too early because I knew that your system would be whacked from the time change."
Ginny nodded. "Yeah, I slept well. Are we going to start my lessons today?"
Emma nodded. "Sort of, first we need to talk. Take a seat. Are you hungry or anything?"
"I am a little hungry." Ginny admitted as her stomach rumbled.
Emma smiled. "Alright, you sit here and I'll go grab you some breakfast. Be back in a flash."
Ginny nodded as she watched Emma leave the room. Her eyes strayed to the covers of the large volumes that were stacked on the ground. They were a mixture of works: Healing Through Touch; Mind Reading and Psychic Powers; Astral Projection: Is it Possible?; Telepathy — Learning in Ten Easy Steps; Mystic Foresight and the Telling of Prophecies; and How to Make Magical Properties were only a few of the books listed. She looked up when Emma came back into the room.
"That was fast."
Emma shrugged. "I'm not much of a cook. I just grabbed you some Coco Puffs."
"Coco Puffs?" Ginny asked.
Emma nodded. "Cereal. They're delicious, honest."
Ginny shrugged and began to make her way through the bowl. They were actually quite good and anything chocolate for breakfast worked well for her. "They are good. So, you said that you're not much of a cook?"
Emma shook her head. "I've been trying to teach myself but I'm coming up with nothing."
Ginny laughed. "I can teach you if you want. I take after my mum when it comes to cooking."
She grinned. "That sounds great, an exchange of skills, eh? Awesome, we'll do that then. I'll teach you how to harness your magic and you can teach me how to cook."
"Sounds good. Alright, so everything in those volumes, can I do that?"
"I don't know." She replied truthfully. "I can do some of it, but every empath has their own powers. Before I can really start teaching you anything we have to explore your powers. But first, we're going to talk a bit. What do you know about being an empath?"
Ginny shrugged. "Not too much. I really only know what Bill and Charlie told me. Like how I can sense and feel certain emotions in people. I do it sub-consciously and I don't realize it. I also feel things very strongly when I'm with Harry, especially when he kisses or touches me but I don't know if that has anything to do with my powers."
Emma smiled. "It has everything and nothing to do with your powers. I bet that you're still curious about that incredible shopping spree we did yesterday." When Ginny nodded she continued. "You're going to change, Ginevra; you're going to change in ways that you never thought about. You're going to be fifteen in a few days and that is when the empath powers really take root, which is why I told Bill that if you wanted to learn you had to come to me now. What did I say to you yesterday?"
Ginny thought for a moment and then she blushed. "That I um … that I had great breasts."
Emma laughed. "True and you do, they will get bigger of course as you're not done growing, but what else did I say?"
"I don't know."
"Because I didn't tell you anything. I took you on this whirlwind of a trip and I never told you why. That's what I'm going to start off with. That starts with your body." Emma explained.
"My body?"
Emma nodded. "You are growing up, as I'm sure you've noticed. You've got delicate curves forming in all of the right places but you're still not a woman. By the end of your lessons with me, you're going to be a woman."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Empaths mature and develop in a different way then other people. For women, we don't develop slowly; it comes between our fifteenth and sixteenth year. Your features will soften, curves will develop and your breasts will most likely double in size. Empaths are known to be physically striking. It is one of those things that makes people look at us, point us out from a crowd. They are drawn to us because of our power, thus we can sense and channel the emotion that they feel when they are around us. Once we tap into that power source you're going to change at an incredible rate. I need for you to be prepared for the changes that you will be going through."
Ginny stared at Emma in surprise. "But how? I mean, how will all of this happen so fast? How are you so sure that it will happen?"
Emma smiled. "Because I know. It's happened to every known empath. It will be painful because the growth comes on so quickly and it will be frustrating and the stronger your magic gets, the faster the growth spurt will come on."
"But you just bought me all of those great clothes? What was the point if I'm only going to grow out of them?"
Emma grinned. "Please, Ginevra, I'm a fashion guru. I know so many spells at altering sizes so that they still fit or increasing them. We will fix your clothes when the time comes. That will hardly be a problem."
Ginny nodded. "So, what else will happen besides the growing up quickly?"
"You're going to learn what you're capable of. But because of the growth spurts and the magical powers, we also have to build up the strength in your body. We're going to start running every day. It's a habit that I already do regularly but it's good for your legs and for your body and will make the pain a little less intense when it comes to the huge growth spurt. We'll start slowly in the magic and see where you are and then we'll take it from there." Emma explained.
"When does this … I mean, this growing thing start?" Ginny asked.
"It's started already, but once we start really using your magic and expanding it towards your potential, it will increase drastically in its rate. Do you understand?"
Ginny nodded as she finished the last bit of her cereal. "Yes."
"Good, there's something else as well. You're senses will increase almost five times."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Like your senses, you will feel things more intensely then most people. Emotions such as happiness, sadness, anger, pleasure, arousal, pain — you will feel these emotions, these senses stronger then others. Your senses will increase along with your growing power. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
Emma smiled. "Good. Alright, let's get started then. I want to test you on a few things. The skills and so forth and see just how powerful you are at the moment without any training."
Ginny nodded. "Alright, where do we start?"
Emma grinned and reached out towards Ginny. "I want you to hold my hand, like we did yesterday when I introduced myself?"
Ginny nodded and held her hand out towards Emma, who grasped it in her own. It was just like the day before, a blue spark flew from their joined hands but this time it sizzled between them. The energy crackled and Ginny could feel the wonder, the excitement, and the power flow through her and it wasn't even all hers.
"Do you feel it, Ginny? Do you know what you're feeling?" Emma asked as the sparks got larger.
"Yes. I'm feeling your power mixing with mine and getting stronger and I feel your emotions. It's like we're …"
"Drawing each other's moods in." Emma replied. "Empaths will always interact like that. The power will be so strong because both of us have the empathic ability to draw on moods and emotions, to sense what others are feeling. We do it naturally. Most of the time we don't even realize we're doing it until an emotion enters us that is unusual or completely different from what we had been feeling."
"It's like, I can feel my own power and my own potential but at the same time I don't know if it's only mine." Ginny explained.
Emma grinned. "Now let go." They unclasped their hands. "Now what do you feel?"
"The same thing."
Emma nodded. "Do you know why?"
Ginny shook her head. "No."
"Because I know how to hold myself back for a bit when it comes to sensing and I let you in and I let myself in for a moment, but then I withdrew, leaving you with everything that I felt about your powers. That means that you're a very powerful witch, Ginevra, and I think that the best way to start anything is for you to do some background reading."
Ginny sighed. "Homework?"
Emma laughed. "I'm afraid so. I want you to read these volumes here so you have an idea of what these abilities are and how to use them. From there I guess we'll see what you're capable of."
Ginny nodded. "Alright, that sounds good to me."
Emma grinned. "Good. Now go change into some more comfortable clothes, we've got some running to do."
Bill sat in his London flat, flipping through the mail that the owl had brought him. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about Ginny all night. He really hoped that he had made the right decision in convincing her to go on this trip. He knew it was right in the sense that she needed to learn more about her powers but he just hoped that he had made the right decision.
He leaned back on the chesterfield, putting his feet up on the table just as a soft knock sounded on his door. He got up and pulled it open, grinning when he saw the beautiful silvery blonde there.
"Good morning, Beautiful."
Fleur smiled at him. "Good morning." She stood on her toes and kissed him softly as he tugged her into his flat. "I thought I would come over zis morning."
"I'm glad you did. We sent Ginny off last night to study with Emma."
Fleur nodded as she took a seat on the chesterfield next to Bill. His arm draped around her and she grinned. "You're worried about 'er."
Bill nodded. "Yeah, I am. I know it's good for her and I know that it was my idea to send her off there. Charlie agreed with me and Emma wanted her in New York, in a new environment to learn. But, I guess, maybe I just miss her."
Fleur smiled. "She iz your sister."
"She's more than that. Ginny is … she's my best friend. I remember when Mum and Dad brought her home. I was completely in love with her. I had just turned thirteen only a few months before but I was completely taken with that baby girl. I didn't want to go back to school. I wanted to stay home and just hold her all the time." He grinned to himself as he remembered. "I remember coming home at Christmas and just sneaking into her room at night, kneeling down beside the crib and just watching her sleep. She used to hold onto my finger. She was special. Everyone knew it, from the beginning. Ginny was the first girl to be born to a Weasley in seven generations. Even Dad was completely in love with her. She's still his little princess."
Fleur laughed. "I theenk all fathers 'ave zare leetle princesses."
"Yeah, I think so. She's my Firefly. I used to write letters home to her all the time, once she was about six. I told her everything, I still do. I know she's powerful and I know that going out to New York and learning will benefit her quite a bit. But, I just miss her."
Fleur smiled and reached up to kiss him softly. "I'm sure she misses you, too. But you can write to 'er. Soon she will be 'ome and eet will be good again, n'est pas?"
"Yeah. What would I do without you?"
"I do not know."
Bill grinned and he kissed her softly, linking his fingers with hers. "I'm in love with you, Fleur, and it kind of scares me."
Fleur's blue eyes met his brown ones and she nodded. "I know za feeling. You are so different zen other men."
"Why? Because I'm not affected by your Veela charms?"
She laughed. "Non, because you treat me good. From za beginning, you did."
Bill smiled. "Well, I only did what was right."
Fleur kissed him. "Je t'aime."
"My French sucks."
Fleur smiled. "My Eenglish iz not much better. But eet means, I love you."
"Do you remember the day we met, after that tournament?"
She nodded. "As eef eet was yesterday."
Bill didn't looked up when he heard the soft knock on his office door. "Come in, I'll be with you in a minute." He finished signing the papers in front of him and it was only when he looked up that his eyes met the bright gorgeous blue ones of the girl from the Tri-Wizard Tournament. "Hello."
Fleur extended her hand, a bright smile on her face. "'Ello, j'mappelle Fleur Delacour. I am 'ere to be a teller for zis bank."
Bill nodded, leaning back in his chair. "Bill Weasley. We met, briefly, before the third task."
Fleur's face brightened. "Oui, oui! You were with 'Arry Potter!"
Bill grinned. "Yeah, he's a friend of the family. So, you are moving here to London to work?"
Fleur nodded. "I want to eemprove my Eenglish and to work 'ere at zis bank. The goblin, Gortock 'ired me. 'E said zat you were za man to talk to about my position."
Bill nodded. "I am. You'll have to give me a few minutes here to get organized. It's my first week. I just transferred over from Egypt."
"You were za curse breaker, n'est pas?"
"Yes, I was. I still am, but with the escalating danger I decided to move back home."
"I understand. Mama and Papa, zey did not want me to come 'ere. But after what 'appened in za tournament … Cedric Diggory was a nice boy, 'e was always kind to me. I want to 'elp as much as I can." Fleur explained. "Gortock told me zat I could start as a teller but since my skills are 'igh in certain areas related to curses zat I might be able to 'elp you."
Bill smiled. "Sure, I'll see what I can do." He found the papers he was looking for and pulled them out. "You're part Veela, aren't you?"
Fleur looked angry for a moment but she quickly masked it. "Oui, my grandmuzzer was one."
Bill nodded. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you angry. It's just the attraction … I'm sure you know."
She nodded, a little stiffly.
He grinned. "I just wanted to know first, because I was thinking about asking you out to dinner tonight. I wanted you to know that I was asking you because you're beautiful and I think that we might have quite a bit in common. I'm asking you of my own free will."
Fleur smiled. "Trust me, I can tell za difference, Bill. I would love to go to dinner with you."
Bill grinned. When she stood up, he walked around the desk to hand her the papers, their fingers brushing slightly and making both of them tingle in anticipation. "Good, as long as we're clear. Oh, and Fleur?"
"Oui?"
"If you want help in improving your English, let me know."
Fleur smiled, flipping her silvery blonde mane of hair over her shoulder. "I will keep eet in mind."
Bill watched her walk out of the room, grinning. It looked like moving back to London had been a better idea than he had first thought.
"Iz my Eenglish getting better?" Fleur asked, pulling Bill out of the memory.
Bill grinned. "Yes, though you still make zed sounds instead of th and you drop your h's, but your doing good. I love you, Fleur."
Fleur smiled. "I love you, too."
Bill brought his lips to hers, wondering not for the first time what he would do if she ever walked out of his life.
Fred stepped into the small kitchen in his and George's flat, yawning as he turned the coffee pot on. He was feeling a bit miserable since his dream. Once again, he had woken up aching for the one person who wasn't there.
George yawned as he stepped into the kitchen. "Morning. How do you think Gin's doing?"
Fred shrugged. "I'm sure she's having fun. I hope she causes a bit of trouble while she's there."
George grinned. "Or does something wild anyway. She always was the one most like us."
"Scary thought, really."
"You're thinking about her again." George stated simply. It wasn't a question. He knew exactly what was on his brother's mind as if it was his own.
Fred shrugged. "Did I ever really stop?"
"You're the one that broke up with her."
"Well, we were leaving, I mean, how could we have carried on a relationship? Where was it even going?" Fred demanded. "Her dad made it perfectly clear that I wasn't right for her."
George sighed. "Lina didn't care, Fred. Her dad is just old fashioned, he would have came around."
Fred sighed. "It doesn't matter. It's been a few months now and … it doesn't matter."
George nodded. "Look, why don't you take the day off, go do something. I'll hold the shop."
Fred just nodded. "Alright, that sounds good."
George watched his brother leave the room and he sighed. Fred wasn't the only one with regrets on his mind. George pulled out the photo that he kept in his pocket of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and his eyes quickly found that of Katie Bell. She was grinning broadly and waving madly and George's eyes were on Katie. He sighed; it wasn't only Fred who had made mistakes. George had to live with his own mistakes as well. He stuffed the photo back into his pocket and continued to get ready for the day, pushing the thoughts from his mind. He didn't have time to dwell on past mistakes.
Harry
came downstairs the next morning stifling a yawn. He had slept
surprisingly well the night before but he figured that it had a lot
to do with the fact that he had worked himself into exhaustion in the
training session. He and James had lifted weights, did some running,
and then physically fought each other before James went up to bed and
Harry used a punching bag for the rest of the evening.
He stepped
into the kitchen and his smile faded when he saw the solemn looks on
the faces of James, Sirius, and Lexy.
"What happened?"
James sighed. "Voldemort finally decided to really start off his parade."
Harry sat down at the table and took the newspaper from his father and began to read:
HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED STRIKES AGAIN!
Written
by: Nicole Harris He Who Must Not Be Named is back and has
already started causing the chaos around the wizarding community.
Last night, You-Know-Who himself and a group of a dozen Death Eaters
entered into the neighbourhood of Little Crescent. It looks like two
Death Eaters were assigned to a house. The entire families of six
homes were massacred in their beds! Muggles are in an uproar over it
and the muggle minister is trying to figure out an explanation as to
what has happened. Six men were beheaded and castrated; their
heads hung as trophies over the front door of each home. There were
ten male children in the proximity and they were all beat to death
before being tortured with what looks to be the Cruciatus Curse. The
sickness of it as has left nearby residents and the entire Kingdom
horrified. But it seems that the female participants got the worse
end of the bargain. Six women were brutally raped and have
bite marks all over their bodies. This leaves the Magical Law
Enforcement to think that vampires may have played roles in this
massacre. Most vampires would not injure a human being to that extent
but tend to feed briefly and let them live, or kill them quickly. It
seems that He Who Must Not Be Named has adopted the most ferocious
vampires to fight for his side. The female children of the
neighbourhood were raped as well and from what can be seen from the
carnage, tortured and sliced into pieces. Muggle police officers have
called it the most sickening thing they've seen in almost sixteen
years. The wizarding world knows that it's because You-Know-Who has
taken it upon himself to pick up where he left off sixteen years
ago. There was one survivor in this hellish massacre, a
four-year-old girl named Abby Macintyre. The girl only happened to
survive because she hid herself in the kitchen cupboard. Officer Jack
Peterson discovered her when they were searching the house. Abby
heard the screams from the neighbouring houses and was told by her
father to hide. She was never found by any of the killers. Her Aunt
Rose plans to take full custody of her after the tragedy that has
befallen these families. Abby is the miracle of it all. Aurors
are searching for He Who Must Not Be Named and his followers but they
are afraid that nothing will turn up. He has returned and seems to be
just as strong as ever. The massacre that the town of Cornwall has
experienced will always be remembered
Harry closed his eyes as he read the ending of the article. "One little girl survived?"
James nodded. "Disgusting, isn't it? To think that human beings could do that to one another. There's more as well, on the second page."
Sirius nodded. "Not as bad, but trust me, just as horrible."
Lexy reached over to clutch Sirius' hand in hers and she leaned closer to cuddle. "Terribly horrible."
Sirius pulled her up into his lap and cradled her close. "I won't let anything happen to you, baby." He kissed her softly and she grinned.
"But those poor people." Lexy shuddered and stayed wrapped comfortably in her husband's arms.
James nodded. "I think that you should read it, Harry, you need to know what's going on."
Harry nodded as he turned the page to the article that James pointed out and he began to read:
DEATH EATERS TORTURE MUGGLES!
Written
by: Jerry Horton A group of what is believed to be around
twenty Death Eaters including Alecto Carrow, Amycus Carrow, Avery
Senior, Avery Junior, Rabastan Lestrange, Walden Macnair, and
Augustus Rookwood are only a few of the known Death Eaters who
participated. They seemed to have crashed a wedding ceremony in
Sheffield and tortured the guests as well as the bride and groom for
sport. Luckily, no one was killed in the incident, but four of the
guests were tortured to such extremities that they have been forced
to enter the mental ward at the nearby muggle hospital. The
Cruciatus Curse seems to be the favourite of the torture devices but
witnesses say that people were hung upside down and beat within an
inch of their lives; limbs pulled from bodies; and other forms of
torture that are still being taken from the witnesses of this event.
Memory charms have been severely used on the muggle population. It
seems that You-Know-Who is prepared to let chaos reign again on the
world.
"No one was killed in this one," Harry murmured softly.
Lexy nodded. "But at a wedding?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah. Why now? The summer has been going by almost completely uneventful and then this?"
James shook his head. "I don't know for sure, but I suspect it's the article in the bottom left corner of the front page."
Harry quickly flipped back to the front page of the paper and down to the article written there and he groaned out loud when he read the title.
DEATH EATERS ESCAPE AZKABAN PRISON:
Written
by: Veronica Wilder He Who Must Not Be Named has done it
again! He has somehow managed to help his followers return to him
from under the Ministry of Magic's nose! Trenton Traverse, Augustus
Rookwood, Damien Nott, Jack Mulciber, Lucius Malfoy, Walden Macnair,
Doreen Angleson, Hank Jugson, Lawrence Gibbon, Antonin Dolohov,
Victor Crabbe, Gordon Goyle, John Avery, Ludmilla Kristopherson, and
Alecto and Amycus Carrow are the names of the sixteen Death Eaters
who escaped captivity three weeks ago. Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle,
Nott, Mulciber, Rookwood, Avery, and Dolohov were imprisoned at the
end of the June for a battle at the Department of Mysteries in the
Ministry of Magic itself involving several civilians including Albus
Dumbledore and Harry Potter. They escaped earlier in the summer and
were free for a few weeks before being imprisoned again. The great
escape of such a large number of dangerous followers only causes the
massacre at Cornwall and the recent disaster in Sheffield to put
people on more alert. To read more on the Death Eaters who
escaped and their crimes turn to page 17. The missing Malfoy heir is
another thing to look into, with Lucius Malfoy, a known Death Eater
on the loose, the question becomes, where is his son? Turn to page 19
for details.
"Great! Just bloody great!" Harry exclaimed.
"Exactly our point, Harry," Sirius replied.
Harry tossed the paper down on the table and ran his fingers through his hair. "So in one day, the Daily Prophet has managed to inform the public that not only does Voldemort have loyal and criminally insane Death Eaters working for him but vampires as well? Where does that leave us?"
James sighed. "No where. There's nothing that we can do about this. That's what makes it so hard. We have no idea where he will strike next because he doesn't leave a pattern. He strikes where he wants whenever he wants and he leaves death and destruction in his path. I remember before you were born, Harry, news like this …"
"It was a normal part of every day," Sirius replied. "I remember. It doesn't make it any easier to read or any easier to accept but it makes you realize where your limits are in stopping him. We can't stop Voldemort from doing this."
"So what do we do?" Harry asked.
"We wait and see what the Order has to say and from there we see what we can do. It may not be much but its better then doing nothing at all." James replied.
Sirius nodded. "Exactly."
Harry was quiet for a few minutes before he nodded. "I guess so." He sighed as he stared at the newspaper. "How is Lucius Malfoy being questioned? I mean, if he is a wanted Death Eater than how was he questioned about his son's disappearance?"
James nodded. "A frickin reporter went to Azkaban and less than twenty-four hours later, Malfoy escaped. I think there are some people working at the Prophet who have ties to Voldemort. The Auror Department has been looking into it."
"Oh. I just thought it was odd."
"With good reason," Sirius said. "That is odd, but he'll be caught. Malfoy's not exactly the brightest crayon in the box."
Harry grinned. "I hope so."
"Here, your Hogwarts letter arrived, later then usual but Dumbledore's been a little busy." James replied as he tossed the letter at Harry. "I think your O.W.L. grades might finally be in there too. You were supposed to get that eons ago! But since O.W.L. grades came from the ministry I guess I can see why it took a while for them to be processed."
Harry grinned as he opened the envelope and began to read out loud:
Dear
Mr. Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have
achieved ten O.W.L.s. Your marks are listed below: Please
note the passing and failing grading system use for O.W.L.s (Ordinary
Wizarding Levels):
Grades:
Outstanding
Exceeds Expectations
Acceptable
Poor
Dreadful
Troll
Passing
Grades:
O+ (95-100);
O+ (90-94.9);
O (85-89.9);
O- (80-84.9);
E+ (75-79.9);
E (70-74.9);
E- (65-69.9);
A+ (60-64.9);
A (55-59.9);
A-
(50-54.9); Failing Grades: Ordinary
Wizarding Levels Final Grades for June 1995: Potter, Harry
James Grade
Average: Congratulations! Sincerely
,
D+ (30-39.9);
T (0-29.9)
Astronomy: O-
Care of
Magical Creatures: O+
Charms: O+
Defence Against the Dark Arts:
O+
Divination: A+
Herbology: E+
History of Magic: E
Potions: O-
Transfiguration: O+
Griselda Marchbanks
"Wow, I didn't fail anything, not even Divination." Harry replied with a shocked expression.
James laughed. "Those grades are incredible! Congratulations!"
Sirius nodded. "Really? Well … you must have got your brains from Lily-Love because Prongs here couldn't have pulled off grades like that in a million years!"
"Hey! I did alright," James protested. "Not as many Os and more into the Es and As, but I did alright!"
Harry laughed. "Thanks." He opened the Hogwarts letter next. There was the usual letter telling him where to get on the Hogwarts express and something heavy fell out of the envelope. Harry lifted it up and flipped it over, his grin widening when he recognized the head of a Gryffindor lion in gold and red with a large C on it.
"I'm captain of the Quidditch team!"
James laughed. "Well, that's not surprising! Congratulations!"
Sirius nodded. "Like father, like son, I suppose. Why are you so surprised?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't know! But yes, I'm captain!"
Lexy laughed. "Congratulations, Harry."
He nodded and turned to his supply list:
Dear Mr. Potter,
The
following is the list of books you will need for your sixth year at
school:Ancient Runes:
Advanced
Rune Translation by Daphne Jordanova
A Guide
to Medieval Sorcery by Godric Addams
Spellman's
Syllabary by Charles StoneAstronomy:
The
Magical Outpost in the Sky by Akbar MontelloCare
of Magical Creatures:
The Monster Book of
Monsters Part II by Phil GasparCharms:
Achievements
in Charming by Lucas Diefenbaker
An Anthology
of Eighteenth Century Charms by Lucas
Diefenbaker
Quintessence: A Quest by Miranda
Goshawk
The Standard Book of Spells Grade Six
by Miranda GoshawkDefence Against the Dark Arts:
ACompendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions
by Vincent Lamb
The Dark Arts Outsmarted by
Justinian Romero
Practical Defensive Magic and Its Uses
Against the Dark Arts by Quentin Trimble
The
Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts by Justinian
Romero
Self-Defensive Spellwork by Randolph
HarrisDivination:
Predicting
the Unpredictable: Insulate Yourself Against Shocks by
Cassandra VablatskyHerbology:
Magical
Water Plants of the Mediterranean by Yuri RomanovHistory of Magic:
Hogwarts:
A History by Veronica Ravenclaw
Modern
Magical History by Bathilda Bagshot
Great
Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century by Aberforth
Ferguson
Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century
by Aberforth FergusonPotions:
Advanced
Potion-Making by Libatius Borage
Asiatic
Anti-Venoms by David Rosenberg
Transfiguration: We
have split the textbooks according to classes because sixth year is
the year used to filter out the classes that you no longer wish to
participate in because of career options. We would ask that you drop
at least 2 courses from your load if you wish but no more then two is
allowed. Please send a letter back with the classes that you do not
wish to take. Sincerely,
Guide
to Advanced Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
Theories
of Transubstantial Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
Professor Minerva McGonagall
(Head
of Gryffindor House)
"I need a lot of books this year," Harry exclaimed as he looked over his list again. "And I get to drop two classes."
James grinned. "Let me guess, Divination and Astronomy."
Harry laughed. "Good guess and yeah I am." He quickly scrawled a response to McGonagall asking to be removed from those classes and he sent it along with James' old owl Potts before he turned back to the letter. "But even getting rid of those two classes, I still need … twenty-two textbooks!"
Sirius grinned. "I assigned a lot of books but they're not too expensive, some of them are more like handbooks."
Lexy nodded. "Well, books get pricy the higher up you go in classes, it's the way it works."
Harry shrugged. "I'll be fine, that's just a lot of work coming up."
James nodded. "Oh yeah. Sixth and seventh year, it was insane on the workload."
"Great."
Sirius laughed. "Yeah, well listen, Lex and I have to head on down to Hogwarts to get our new home ready and set up but we'll be back later on."
"Bye," Harry replied as he watched them leave before he turned to James. "Can we go start grabbing this stuff from Diagon Alley today?"
James nodded. "I was just going to mention that. Go get dressed and we'll go."
Harry nodded before he hurried upstairs to shower and change. He met James in the entrance way half an hour later and they flooed into the Diagon Alley. They stopped at Gringotts first to take out some money and then they began to load up on the supplies of books and ink and quills and potions ingredients. James used a shrinking charm and then a feather-light charm to make their packages a bit smaller.
"Harry, want to go grab some lunch somewhere since were in muggle London?" James suggested after they had spent the morning loading up.
Harry was just about to comment when he heard someone call his name. He turned at the sound of the voice and gasped when the figure fell to his knees in front of him. His hair was messy and his clothes were a bit torn and he looked utterly desperate.
"What do you want?" Harry asked, glancing up and down at the mess in front of him.
"I need your help."
