Again, I would like to say that I don't know anything,
except for the characters that I made.
Here's the chapter five of the story.
Have fun reading!
Chapter 5
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After the event in Diagon Alley, Harry has been having the
same dream over and over again. It
wasn't a bad dream like the ones before.
It was a strange but pleasant dream.
He dreamt that he was just outside of a wood, when he sees a big eagle
flying over the dark skies. He was
curious to follow it, and so he ran and ran to see where it was headed. As he ran after it, he didn't notice that
he ended up in a clearing in the middle of the wood. He saw the eagle flew to and rested upon an antler of a very
familiar stag. Next to the stag was a
giant, shaggy black dog. He looked down
at his feet and saw that the eagle has dropped him what looked like a flower,
and, as he bent down to get it, a flash of bright light made him wake up. It was still dark outside, and so he went
back to sleep hoping that he would be back to that clearing.
"Get up, Harry
darling. You'll be late for the train,"
said a voice that shook him awake.
"Wha'? What's going
on?" said a voice somewhere around the room; he could tell it was Ron.
It was the day when they all go back to Hogwarts, Mrs.
Weasley was gathering up the children to make them eat breakfast. As Harry and Ron got ready and went
downstairs to eat breakfast, they found that Fred and George were in deep
conversation with their father, Mr. Wealsey.
"I just think you two
should take them seriously. It is your
seventh and final year. At least think
about your future," Mr. Weasley was saying.
Fred was opening
his mouth to say something, when Ron interrupted him by saying, "What's going on?"
"Nothing, you
stupid git," remarked George, he seemed to be thinking about saying something
else, but decided to just keep eating breakfast since Mrs. Weasley came in the
kitchen with Hermione and Ginny.
"Have you borrowed
those Ministry cars, Arthur? I would
dread to call those awful muggle taxis again."
"It's all taken
care off, Molly. Briana has just given
me a favor and borrowed a couple for me," he answered.
"Briana? You mean that auror you were talking about,
dad?" asked Fred.
Mr. Weasley nodded and launched another story about
her. "-And I wouldn't be surprised if
she turns out to be your new teacher.
Oh, now where's my comb?" He got up and went to look for his comb.
"Dad really thinks
a lot about this lady, eh?" said Fred.
"She sort of sounds like a female version of Mad-Eye."
"Well, Dad thinks
a lot about Mad-Eye, right? I reckon
anyone who comes even close to Mad-Eye, he'll like," said George.
"Stop it, you
two. Briana happens to be a fine auror
and a very fine lady. I have met her once and she's very nice. Now, hurry up,
all of you. The cars are here," said
Mrs. Weasley.
Everyone packed their things at the car. Bill decided to come along to say good-bye
at King's Cross. The ride wasn't as bad
as before, but it felt quite short.
They all arrived at station and were helped by the drivers to unload
their things out of the car. They took
turns, in pairs, to cross the barrier that separates the platforms nine and
ten. They arrived at the platform nine
and three-quarters. It was full of people
trying to get in the Hogwarts Express.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione found an empty compartment near the back of the
train. They went down to say good-bye
to Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, and Bill. Percy couldn't make it, because, as he
said, he had to be at work early again.
"Have a good term,
now. And don't get in trouble. Dumbledore already has a lot of things to
do, don't add to his list. Oh, and yes,
good luck on your tests," added Mrs. Weasley.
"That's right! You
guys have your O.W.Ls and N.E.W.Ts," exclaimed Bill. "Good luck!"
"Don't remind us,
Bill," said Fred, suddenly looking very glum.
"Thanks for having
us over again, Mrs. Weasley," said Hermione, as the whistle blew.
"Yeah, thanks,"
added Harry, as they all climb up the train.
"Well, it's my
pleasure dears. Come over for Christmas
now, don't stay in Hogwarts!" she called after them.
"Yeah, you haven't
experienced Christmas at the Burrow, yet!" shouted Mr. Weasley, waving.
"We will!" shouted
Harry and Hermione together.
The train rounded on the corner, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley
and Bill disapparated. Harry, Ron, and
Hermione went in their compartment. Ron
and Harry were in a deep conversation about quidditch. Hermione, who didn't have the same common
interest about quidditch, engaged herself in reading the Standard Book of
Spells, Grade 5. A voice coming
from the next compartment attracted their attention.
"Dad reckons
Dumbledore should be worried by now. He
wished that he knew what Dumbledore have up his sleeve, though. No one knows who he hired to teach for that
Defense subject, not even Fudge. Of
course, he doesn't know what Dumbledore does nowadays since they did that
parting of ways thing-"
Hermione closed the compartment door. She thought for a while and then said, "What do you think he was on about? Dumbledore should be worried about what
exactly?"
"Who knows? Probably on about how his dad and those
Death Eaters secretly torture muggles.
You know about those muggles disappearing at London. But you know, he's right, though, who is
going to be our Defense teacher?" Ron
said.
Hermione figured she needed to change the subject, because
Harry was looking very thoughtful and was about to say something.
"Harry, do you like
the new necklace I bought you?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, it's
nice."
"You gave him a
necklace? Hey, Hermione, where did you
go this summer? How come you never
wrote to me?" asked Ron.
"Er. I was at your house, remember?" Hermione
answered uneasily.
But before Ron could say something else, the compartment
door opened. It was a girl. It was Parvati Patil, another Gryffindor.
"There you are,
Hermione. The head boy and girl want to
see all the prefects before we get to Hogwarts. Come on."
Hermione got up and went with Parvati. It was only when the lunch trolley came
around that Hermione came back.
"Well, what did
they want?" asked Ron thickly; he just took a bite out of a Cauldron cake.
"They just wanted
to get acquainted," answered Hermione as she took a Cauldron cake and started
to eat it.
As the afternoon moved on, some of their friends came to
visit. Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas,
and Neville Longbottom were among of them.
Only one thing they were all talking about and that was the allegedly
muggle disappearings.
"…Dad's getting
worried, of course. He's a muggle, you
know? But mum is very worried too. She
always said that she never been this worried since the last time you-know-who
was in power…" said Seamus.
"Well, it's not
really in the muggle news, though," said Dean, who was a muggle-born.
"Grandma and all
the rest of my family are very busy.
Gran always wants me around her at all times. She thinks I would disappear if she never sees me," said Neville.
Harry knew why his Grandmother was like that to
Neville. Just last year he found out
why Neville lived with grandmother.
Death Eaters tortured his parents, but they weren't dead, they were
insane.
"Maybe she reckons
you would be turned into a horned toad-or worse-, Longbottom," said a drawling
voice outside. It was Malfoy
accompanied by his friends, Crabbe and Goyle.
"WE never invited
you here, Malfoy," said Hermione, glaring at him.
"I wasn't talking
to you, Mudblood," sneered Malfoy. At once, Ron launched himself at Malfoy.
Hermione grabbed Ron by the collar of his sweatshirt and pulled him up.
"Go away,
Malfoy. Or I'll tell Professor
Mcgonagall what you did in here as soon as we get in Hogwarts," said Hermione,
flashing her prefect badge.
As soon as they left, Harry closed the door. He and Ron continued to be in a bad mood
when they changed in their Hogwarts robes and the rest of the way.
Harry didn't talk a lot on this one huh? Sorry. When I wrote this chapter it just came out
that way. There's going to be more of
Harry talking the next chapter. The
next chapter, Harry will meet officially with Briana Sullivan. Ohh…