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A/N: Thank you to ALL my reviewers! This chappy is for you guys! :-D
A/A/N: I will be starting a new fan fic soon! At first I thought that I'd only do one at a time, but I like the idea I've had, so I'll share it with you guys before I forget it! I'll let you know when it's up!
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P.S. Sorry this chappy's so short!
1 Dies Diem Docet
1.1 Chapter 7: Thinking.
After telling Harry this, Dumbledore sent him straight to bed, saying they would talk in more detail soon. Harry arrived at the portrait, where he was greeted by the Fat Lady.
"Hello Dearie! Did you have a nice holiday? What's the password please?"
"Snape Sucks" Harry mumbled, by now he was extremely tired.
"Well I know he does dear, but do you think you should be that rude about a teacher?" She asked him.
"Dunno. It was Professors Grey and Lupin that thought it up. They don't like him much." Harry told her as he climbed through the hole in the wall.
Harry entered the familiar Gryffindor Common Room, which he had grown to know and love as his home during the previous four years. He remembered the good times, like the time in their third year when they stayed up celebrating a Quidditch victory until 1 o'clock am when Professor McGonagall came to tell them to go to bed, and the bad times, such as in his first year, when Hermione, Neville and himself lost 150 points for Gryffindor and everybody (apart from Ron) refused to speak to him. He was jerked out of these thoughts by Ron and Hermione (A/N: Why do we always seem to put Ron first? Answers on a postcard, um, answers on the reviews board!), who started asking him questions about what Dumbledore wanted and how he felt now he was Quidditch Captain. Tired out, he sat down wearily in the empty Common Room (everyone else had gone to bed) to explain to them everything Dumbledore had said. However, he deliberately did not tell them about the possibility of Voldemort becoming immortal if Harry beat him. The inquisition over, he climbed the stairs to his dorm, which now had a sign on the door saying 'Fifth Years', fell into bed, and tried to go to sleep.
However, Harry was unable to sleep. He kept running over his conversation with Dumbledore in his mind. He was unable to stop asking himself questions. Why would Voldemort gain immortality if he beat Harry? How was Harry going to beat him? When would the battle be? Of course, he knew it would probably be during his seventh year, but he thought it would be nice to know in more detail. He also realised that when Sirius found out (which would be soon), he was going to flip, while Lupin would just look worried.
Eventually, about 3 hours before breakfast, Harry went to sleep.
A/N: Once again, sorry it's so short. The next chapter will also be a short one, so I hope to get it out soon.
A/A/N: I know I sound desperate, but PLEASE REVIEW!! When I see I have reviews I get an unexplainably lovely feeling, I'd like to have that feeling more.
A/N: Thank you to ALL my reviewers! This chappy is for you guys! :-D
A/A/N: I will be starting a new fan fic soon! At first I thought that I'd only do one at a time, but I like the idea I've had, so I'll share it with you guys before I forget it! I'll let you know when it's up!
Y/A/A/N: Special thanks to the person who's added me to their favourites list! Whoever you may be!
P.S. Sorry this chappy's so short!
1 Dies Diem Docet
1.1 Chapter 7: Thinking.
After telling Harry this, Dumbledore sent him straight to bed, saying they would talk in more detail soon. Harry arrived at the portrait, where he was greeted by the Fat Lady.
"Hello Dearie! Did you have a nice holiday? What's the password please?"
"Snape Sucks" Harry mumbled, by now he was extremely tired.
"Well I know he does dear, but do you think you should be that rude about a teacher?" She asked him.
"Dunno. It was Professors Grey and Lupin that thought it up. They don't like him much." Harry told her as he climbed through the hole in the wall.
Harry entered the familiar Gryffindor Common Room, which he had grown to know and love as his home during the previous four years. He remembered the good times, like the time in their third year when they stayed up celebrating a Quidditch victory until 1 o'clock am when Professor McGonagall came to tell them to go to bed, and the bad times, such as in his first year, when Hermione, Neville and himself lost 150 points for Gryffindor and everybody (apart from Ron) refused to speak to him. He was jerked out of these thoughts by Ron and Hermione (A/N: Why do we always seem to put Ron first? Answers on a postcard, um, answers on the reviews board!), who started asking him questions about what Dumbledore wanted and how he felt now he was Quidditch Captain. Tired out, he sat down wearily in the empty Common Room (everyone else had gone to bed) to explain to them everything Dumbledore had said. However, he deliberately did not tell them about the possibility of Voldemort becoming immortal if Harry beat him. The inquisition over, he climbed the stairs to his dorm, which now had a sign on the door saying 'Fifth Years', fell into bed, and tried to go to sleep.
However, Harry was unable to sleep. He kept running over his conversation with Dumbledore in his mind. He was unable to stop asking himself questions. Why would Voldemort gain immortality if he beat Harry? How was Harry going to beat him? When would the battle be? Of course, he knew it would probably be during his seventh year, but he thought it would be nice to know in more detail. He also realised that when Sirius found out (which would be soon), he was going to flip, while Lupin would just look worried.
Eventually, about 3 hours before breakfast, Harry went to sleep.
A/N: Once again, sorry it's so short. The next chapter will also be a short one, so I hope to get it out soon.
A/A/N: I know I sound desperate, but PLEASE REVIEW!! When I see I have reviews I get an unexplainably lovely feeling, I'd like to have that feeling more.