*Author's Note* OK, here it is! I've been workin my butt off to get it done, but I'm also working on a Lily/James fic Our Lives Together. Plus, there was the whole web site being down. I've written a bunch of stories during the time without posting, so prepare for a whole bunch to be uploaded! Please review!
*Disclaimer* I don't own the Harry Potter characters, cause I'm not JK Rowling! Simple as that.
CHAPTER 5: EVERY FLAVORED BEANS
Harry woke early the next morning, disoriented. 'What's goin on? It's WAY too quiet for the Borrow. Maybe I'm not at the Burrow. Privet Drive? No, I don't hear Dudley's snores...' he thought. It took a few minutes to realize he was at Hogwarts. Once he realized he was home, a certain peace settled over him.
Harry opened the curtains and stepped out. His foot landed right in a patch of sunlight, which felt warm on his bare feet. It was fairly cool for an early September morning. Glancing at the wall clock, Harry found it was only 6:37. '6:37!! What am I doing up now! I don't need to be up now! I won't be able to get to sleep either, I never can! Oh well, I'm up. Might as well make the most of it....'
Harry showered and got changed. He was going to pack his bag, but then he realized he didn't have a schedule yet, so he didn't know what classes to pack for. Realizing he would wake everyone if he puttered around upstairs(and he did NOT want to wake these guys up early...), he took his Firebolt and broom servicing kit down to the Common Room.
But he wasn't the only one who was up. As Harry entered the Common Room, he saw a figure sitting by the picture window. At first, he was suprised that anyone else was up. Then he saw the person had long, brown, bushy hair.
"Hermione?" Harry asked curiously. The girl by the window jumped, surprised that anyone else was there. She spilled whatever was in her mug. When she turned around to look at who had surprised her, Harry saw that it indeed was Hermione.
"Harry! I didn't know you had come down. Don't surprise me like that!" Hermione scolded. She conjured a rag out of thin air and wiped up the mess.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I was surprised that someone else was up. Wait a minute, is that cocoa? Where'd you get it? And we have Hogwarts' mugs?" Harry asked in confusion.
Hermione giggled, which was something she didn't usually do. "Well, 'we' do, but you're not one of the 'we.' See, we prefects have a breakroom, cause you guys give us such a hard time, we need a safe haven to recuperate! It's down by the staff room. It's like the Common Room. I figured I check it out this morning, figured I'd have the place to myself. I found some cocoa brewing down there, so I filled up a Hogwarts mug and came back to the Common Room. I would've stayed there, it's quite comfy, but there's no window, and I love the view of the grounds in the morning."
Harry mulled this over in his head. "So you mean to tell me that you woke up, showered, changed, did your makeup, walked down to the break room, got cocoa, and came back, without waking anyone?? You must've been up since dawn!"
"Um, actually, I have been up since dawn. And you forgot 'watched sunrise' on your list." Harry stared at her like she was crazy. "It's a ritual. Everyday on the first day back, I wake up at dawn and watch the sunrise. It's a kind of 'rebirthing,' very refreshing. Plus, my internal clock always wakes me up at 6:30, the latest. Also, we go to the Break Room via Floo Powder, so we don't have to walk all the way down. Actually, everywhere in Hogwarts can be reached by Floor Powder."
"So, what about passwords? You don't need them to use a fireplace, so I could just go to, say Dumbledore's office?" Harry asked, curiously. If so, this would open new windows for Fred, George, and pranking.
"Oh, it's password protected! You say what room you what, then the password." Hermione replied
"Darn!" Harry said. Hermione smiled knowingly.
"Harry," she asked thoughtfully, "Why are you up? You and Ron are last risers. You guys slept till noon at the Borrow."
"Oh, it was too quiet. I'm used to the noise of the Borrow, or Dudley's snores, and the silence woke me up. But that's okay. I can get down to breakfast while there's still food! C'mon, let's go!" Harry said, grabbing Hermione by the wrist and pulling her toward the Potrait Hole.
"Harry, should we wake Ron? He'll probably be late, and on the first day..." Hermione said, looking anxiously at the clock. It was quarter after seven. As much as she wanted breakfast now, and just her and Harry, she really didn't want Ron to be late on the first day.
"Don't worry! I learned you should NEVER wake Ron unless it's an emergency, he's not a morning person. Besides, the grandfather clock chimes at 7:30, that'll wake everyone. And believe me, Peeves wakes them if they sleep."
"Alright!" Hermione said, happy at the prospect of just her and Harry at breakfast.
When they got to the Great Hall, the tables were mostly empty. It seemed that everyone else had slept in. Professor McGonagall handed them their schedules as they sat down at the Gryffindor table. "Do either of you know where the rest of Gryffindor is?" she aske them impatiently,
"Probably still...." Harry started to explain about everyone sleeping in.
"Getting showered and dressed!" Hermione added hastily.
Both Harry and McGonagall gave her a look, but the Professor seemed satisified, and walked away muttering how kids today were too slow.
"Hermione, you know everyone is sleeping!? Why didn't you let me tell the truth?" Harry said. He knew Hermione told the truth, especially to teachers, and her lying had amused and confused him
"Professor McGonagall is a stickler for punctuality. If we told her everyone was sleeping, she'd go right up there and wake everyone with a lecture on waking up at a reasonable time. Now she'll just go around annoyed that everyone is taking so long to get groomed. It's better this way, trust me." Hermione said with a smile. Harry nodded, and they started to look over their schedules while munching on some breakfast.
"Oh, Herbology first period. That's different. We had that in second year and it worked out well. It'll be nice to work outside before the noon sun, it'll still be cool." Hermione said, reaching for some pumpkin juice.
"Yeah, but not in the winter!" Harry said. "Oh, crud, we still have Potions and Care of Magical Creatures with the Slytherins. Who writes this thing! Do they WANT to torture us!" Hermione laughed at Harry's anguish, but she hated classes with the Slytherin's and she knew Ron would be livid, being stuck with them again.
The mail owls came then, though most of their recipients were still sleeping. Many owls seemed ticked off that they had come to deliver mail and no one was there to receive it. Harry received an official looking Hogwarts letter. "What's that? You couldn't have done something wrong already, could you??" Hermione asked.
Harry opened it and read the familiar loopy handwriting.
Harry,
This is just a reminder about our meeting tonight. 7 o'clock in my office(password: Every Flavor Beans). It probably slipped your mind in all the back-to-school excitement. Enjoy your first day back(wink, wink)!
Professor Dumbledore
"It's just a note from Professor Dumbledore, reminding me about out meeting tonight. He wants to talk to me about the Voldermort attacks and stuff." Harry said.
The Great Hall's doors burst open, and Seamus, Dean, Neville, and Ron, along with some other kids, ran in panicked. They all sat down at their respective tables and began to eat as fast as they could. "Harry! Why didn't you wake me! I have ten minutes to eat breakfast and pack, you git!" Ron said angrily, buttering some toast.
"Ron, last time I woke you, you grabbed your wand and threatened to kill me. I'm not in a hurry to repeat that." Harry said coolly.
Hermione giggled(she seemed to be doing that a lot lately...) as Ron replied: "Well, that was different. That was some Saturday during the summer. This is the first day of school! I'm gonna be late!"
"Ron, we have Herbology first. Pack some toast and eat it on the way down!" Hermione said calmly, solving the problem with an obvious answer which the guys hadn't even thought of.
"Well, OK, I can do that." Ron said, blushing slightly at the fact that he lost his head over something like being late for class.
"Oh, and by the way Ron" Hermione said, chocking back a laugh, "you've got a gob of shampoo still in your hair. I guess in your hurry you didn't have time to rinse!"
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Herbology was the same as always: they had it with the Hufflepuffs, which was nice. The Hufflepuffs were peaceful and friendly, if not a little sub-dued. Hermione assumed they were mourning for Cedric. It was only natural to remember him on the first day back. They only difference in class was that they used Greenhouse 4, which had more dangerous plants.
"See Harry, it's still cool! This is a great class to have early! Plus, it's so...positive! Professor Sprout is so nice, and herbology is one of those satisfying clases, probably cause it's hands-on. I mean, can you imagine starting the day with Potions?" Hermione asked. The guys laughed at her exceptionally good mood. Apparently, the return to school had her in high spirits.
"Yeah, well Fred and George have to! They have Potions first period every Thursday. I heard them complaining this morning." Ron said as they jogged down the corridor to Gryffindor Tower. They needed some showers, because Herbology was a very physical subject, and everyone smelt like fertilizer.
"Can you blame them? Snape's horrible! And he doesn't exactly strike me as a morning person." Harry said as Ron gave the Fat Lady the password.
After a quick shower, the trio packed their books for their next classes and set off. They had Charms and History of Magic that morning, a quick lunch, then Transfiguration in the afternoon. Charms was usually the most fun. In the past, they had banished pillows, elevated feathers, and cheered each other up using magic. Who wouldn't look forward to the class? Plus, Professor Flitwick was the most laid-back teacher. They could get away with lots in his class. History of Magic was boring, but everyone expected that. The subject itself was fine. Everyone wanted to know about their magical roots. But Professor Binns was just so dull! He lectured them on everything, never did anything multi-media, like bring in a guest speaker or show pictures. The class essentially learned nothing, because the majority napped in his class.
But Transfiguration was something else! Professor McGonagall gave them a traditional beginning-of-year speech. "Your O.W.Ls are fast approaching, and I will be preparing you this year. The level of Transfiguration you will learn is getting diffucult, even dangerous. You know I tolerate no misbehavior, and that will not change. This class has always been a fairly easy one to teach, and I hope you continue that. You all have a real knack for the subject, and seem fairly eager to learn. I ask that you continue that, and pay close attention."
Everyone was glad to have the day done, only Harry's day wasn't quite finished. He still had the meeting with Dumbeldore. They had wound up with homework on the first night! Hermione had even more than the guys, because she had had gotten Arithmancy homework. While she worked on that, the guys went over Quidditch technique. It seemed Ron was determined to become the Gryffindor Keeper. When the clock read ten to seven, Harry set out. He didn't want to be late for his meeting with Dumbeldore.
When Harry gave the password, the stone Gargoyle sprang aside. The door at the top was already open. Harry went into the office, where Professor Dumbledore sat behind his desk. His phoenix, Fawkes, was circling the room.
"Ah, hello Harry. So glad you remembered!" Professor Dumbeldore said paternally. "I thought in all the beginning of term hubbub, it might have slipped your mind!" Harry was silent. "Well, then, on to business!
"Harry, you and I both know that Lord Voldermort is after you. He wants YOU, specifically. You are in great danger, as are your friends, but we can conquer that danger. Voldermort needs to prove that he is stronger than you. He can do that either by killing you or persuading you to join the dark side. Now, personally, I don't believe he is stronger than you." Harry stared at Dumbledore in disbelief. Harry was a fifth year. How could he be stronger than the most powerful sorceror ever??
"Harry, I know what you're thinking. But you have powers unknown to anyone! Voldermort knows you are powerful, and he wants to harbor that power. I believe I am right in thinking that you would die rather than go to his side??" Dumbeldore inquired, peering at Harry over the top of his half-moon spectacles.
Harry nodded, and said, "Professor Dumbeldore, he killed my mum and dad, Cedric, and tons of other people. He is pure evil. I made a promise in my first year that I would never join the Dark Side. Never. I intend to stick to my guns. But sir, I still don't think I'm more powerful than him. You definetly are. But me, I'm just a fifth year wizard!"
"Harry, you'll see in time that I'm right. Now, that determination is good. Now, your power, and the power of your peers is one reason why this Alternative Magic club was formed. The students inside this school are some of the most gifted I have ever seen. Ever. They need to know what hidden powers they have. Now, Harry, you WILL be taking wandless magic, because YOU need to know it! It may save your life! It is written in the stars that you will be an expert in this subject. Many other students are talented in Alternative Magic, and we want to bring this out. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir. But as you know, I'm not caught up on the times. Has Voldermort been growing powerful?" Harry asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, Harry. He is currently in Hungary, steadily gaining power. There is a major wizarding city there, Budablong, just outside Budapest. My table of advisors and myself feel that he will try to take over wizarding cities first. A wise plan, don't you think??"
"Yes sir. He will wipe out many wizards and witches there, and even gain some supporters. Plus, he can set up a head-quarters there, safe from prying Muggle eyes." Harry said.
Dumbeldore chuckled, "Well, I'm glad you understand what we're up against. We feel Hogsmeade will be targeted, which is why extra protection charms have been placed on Hogwarts and the surronding area. Harry, we must protect you at all costs! If he gets you, there is no hope. Do you have any idea how many prophecies are written about you?" Harry shook his head, getting nervous, "Many. In fact, your friend Miss Granger, will be decoding many of them in Ancient Runes. Her class does not know it, but they will be helping us in a huge way simply by doing their homework!
"Now, Harry, here is what I really wanted to discuss with you. There is a prophecy, The Prohecy of Heroes, which is currently being dug up in Ireland. There have been many attempts to dig up the tablets it is written upon. It is the most important and reliable of all the prophecies. It was written by Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw themselves. They wrote it shortly before they died. Salzaar Slytherin had talked about an heir that would be powerful and deadly. The others were afraid. Helga Hufflepuff was an excellent divinator. The words of the prophecy were given to her in a dream. She shared the details with Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw. They wrote the prophecy in a very detailed script, that way, only few could decipher it. The few that can will be able to use it. They wrote down the location of the tablets and noted that there were enchantments that had to be broken to get to it. That information has been passed down to every Headmaster, and I decided to try to dig it up. You may ask why it is so protected. Well, think of yourself as Voldermort. You want this Prophecy so you know who can defeat you. Then you could kill them, and be there forever. But it will take many wizards to recover and then decipher it. Voldermort would have to send out his most trustworthy and logical Death Eaters. Since they would be gone, less destruction would occur. Plus, it is such hard work, many people would give up on it. But not us. We need this Prophecy. It describes the Ultimate Heroes. Harry, YOU can conquer Voldermort, but not alone. This prophecy will outline who needs to help you. First, it must be translated, then solved. You will be the first to know when the prophecy is translated. You, Miss Granger, and Mister Weasley will be a big help in solving this: you are all experts when it comes to riddles. Harry, I realize the enormity of what I am placing on your shoulders, and I'm sorry, but it must be so. Now, I ask you to return to your Common Room and share with your friends what I have told you. I fully expect you too. In fact, it will be helpful for you too. We will be having more of these meetings, I'm sure. But this is all for now. Any questions?" Harry shook his head. "Then I bid you good night."
Harry took this cue to leave. He did share with Ron and Hermione all he had learned, and stayed awake long into the night, pondering it all. Would he really be able to stop Voldermort. He knew Hermione didn't buy into divination, but she seemed to believe what Dumbeldore said.
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The rest of the week went as normally as a week at Hogwarts could go. Hermione's main focus was helping the first years. Twice she was late for class because she was directing them, but the Professors understood. It seemed a prefect could get away with anything. When Ron pointed this out to Hermione, she said "Well, we need some perks on the job, don't we?"
"I'd have thought that a spa bathroom and a break room were perks enough." Harry said with a smile.
"Wait, what's this about a break room?" Ron asked, confused. Harry and Hermione had to explain the whole thing to him, because he had been asleep for the conversation.
Their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Professor Martinez was on Wednesday. The Gryffindor fifth years were eager for their class to begin. Ginny have given Professor Martinez rave reviews.
"Good morning, class." Professor Martinez said cheerfully as she entered the room. The pre-class chatter died down as everyone took their seats. The class was silent, watching the young teacher with rapt attention.
"Well, I guess I'll take role." she said, pulling out a roll of parchment. Professor Martinez had apparently done her research before class: she had a personal comment for every student.
"Granger, Hermione" she called. "Here!" Hermione replied eagerly "Misss Granger, I've heard you are top of your class! Bravo!" Hermione blushed.
"Patil, Parvati" Professor continued down the list "Here." "Parvati, I taught your twin Padma yesterday. Charming girl, really. And I believe I am right in thinking you are very much like her." Parvati nodded. "Good, a peace keeper. Having you should make this class easier to teach." Parvati smiled.
"Weasley, Ronald" "Here, and if you have to use by first name, could you call me Ron." Professor Martinez nodded "Of course! I always preferred to be Gwen, though I didn't mind Guenever that much. Ron, I must say, you are not the first Weasley I've met! I worked as an intern at the Ministry. You're father is so nice! I also met your older brother Percy. I taught Ginny on Monday, and I ran into Fred and George yesterday(though I wasn't so happy with the circumstances: they had Dungbombs in their hands, which made me quite suspicious.). Anyway, while your family is a joy, I hope you are your own person." "Yes ma'm, I'm quite different from everyone else in my family. Ask Harry, he'll testify!" everyone laughed, including Professor Martinez, who leaned her head back and flashed her teeth as she laughed. Her laugh was quite infectious.
"Now, Professor Dumbledore has informed me what you have all learned these last four years. We'll be studying curses and creatures. The first half will be curses and counter-curses, since you haven't learned as much about them. And don't worry, I'm not as hands on as last year's teacher! Later, we'll cover dark creatures. You've had a lot of experience, in real life, with Dark Magic. I look forward to teaching you, you seem very eager.
"Now, to begin! You need to learn counter-curses! Today we'll learn the Protective Shield charm. True, this is a charm, but it's essential to protection! Who can tell me about it?"
Hermione raised her hand "The Protective Shield charm is cast by saying 'Protectionous!' and pointing the wand at whoever you want to protect. But it doesn't block all charms-"
"Well done, Miss Granger! Five points to Gryffindor. But, if you don't mind, I'd like some other students to participate. Who knows what curses you WON'T be protected from? Anyone?? Oh, come on! Class participation is one fifth of you grade!"
Ron cautiously raised his hand. "Yes, Mr. Weasley?" "Well, last year we learned that Avada Kedavra is unblockable, so you can still be hit with that..." "Good reasoning! I'm glad to see that you didn't let all you've learned disappear over the summer! A point to Gryffindor. Anyone else know what curses are unblockable?"
"Yes, Lavender?" "Um, if Avada Kedavra is unblockable, are all Unforgivable Curses?"
"Why yes, Lavender! Take a point for your logic! The Unforgivable Curses are unblockable, and, as you know, illegal. You can learn to fight the Imperius Curse, and learn to deal with the Cruticus Curse, but nothing can be done against Avada Kedavra."
The lesson continued like like. Professor Martinez made everyone participate. But by the end of the class, they'd earned ten points for Gryffindor. Everyone seemed to like Professor Martinez, and as Hermione pointed out "I hope she stays for next year!"
*********************************************************************** Friday afternoon brought Double Potions. "Do you realize we have had Double Potions with the Slytherins Friday afternoon EVERY YEAR!" an irate Harry said, "Seriously, everything else changes, but they have to keep the worst class the same, every stinkin' year!"
"Harry, it's not that bad." Hermione said soothingly. Ron and Harry turned on her.
"Hermione, the man treats us like dirt! Worse than dirt! And you two especially!" Ron said, spitting mad.
"Look, Ron, I hate him too! But I can't do anything by complaining! I mean, we do learn a lot in Potions, just, well, I'd rather I didn't have to learn while being taunted by someone who never shampoos!" Hermione said. The guys smiled as they took their seats. It was always worth it to get Hermione fired up.
"Take your seats." Snape said, hurrying into the room. He looked very disheveled and hurried. "Today we shall be working on a Depression Potion. This potion can bring anyone down to a bad mood, no matter how happy they are..." he continued with the lesson, ocassionally snapping at people and telling them how wrong their potions were.
"This is a pretty easy potion!" Hermione said to Ron, her partner, as they cut up lionfish.
"Hermione, don't say pretty easy, cause it is hard. But it is something like what we'd do in third year." he said, preparing the potion for heating.
At the end of the class, everyone had to sample their Potions, a dreaded task. Everyone left class on a beautiful Friday afternoon feeling like they were falling into an endless pit.
"Y'know, I have the strangest feeling that we WON'T be learning the Cheerful Potion." Harry said, packing his potion supplies. Ron and Hermione nodded solemnly(they could only nod solemnly: the Potion hadn't quite ended yet.)
"Yes, and we really could use it after this!" Hermione answered, but no one could laugh at either joke.
When the trio returned to the Common Room on Friday, a note was posted on the bulletin word.
ATTENTION QUIDDITCH FANS!
THE POSITION OF KEEPER AND TWO RESERVES ARE AVAILABLE ON THE GRYFFINDOR TEAM. TRYOUTS WILL BE NEXT FRIDAY AT 4 O'CLOCK ON THE QUIDDITCH PITCH. THE GRYFFINDOR TEAM IS EXPECTED TO BE THERE. THANK YOU!
-KATIE BELL, CAPTAIN
"Oh, so Katie's Captain! Good for her!" Hermione said, turning to her homework.
"Harry, we've got to start training!" Ron said shortly. Harry nodded. The two grabbed their brooms and said goodbye to Hermione. They had just ran out the potrait hole, when Harry jogged back up to his dorm and returned with Quidditch: The Ultimate Guide to Strategy, looking sheepish. Hermione shook her head in exasperation and went back to work as the two ran down to the Quidditch pitch to fit in some practice before dinner.
*A/N* So, how was it? I know the prophecies are over-done, but I like the idea, so I'll try it! Please review, and tell me what you think. Fred or George were going to be Captain, but I didn't want co-captains, and let's face it, their not too responsible! Please review and check out some of my other stuff!
*Disclaimer* I don't own the Harry Potter characters, cause I'm not JK Rowling! Simple as that.
CHAPTER 5: EVERY FLAVORED BEANS
Harry woke early the next morning, disoriented. 'What's goin on? It's WAY too quiet for the Borrow. Maybe I'm not at the Burrow. Privet Drive? No, I don't hear Dudley's snores...' he thought. It took a few minutes to realize he was at Hogwarts. Once he realized he was home, a certain peace settled over him.
Harry opened the curtains and stepped out. His foot landed right in a patch of sunlight, which felt warm on his bare feet. It was fairly cool for an early September morning. Glancing at the wall clock, Harry found it was only 6:37. '6:37!! What am I doing up now! I don't need to be up now! I won't be able to get to sleep either, I never can! Oh well, I'm up. Might as well make the most of it....'
Harry showered and got changed. He was going to pack his bag, but then he realized he didn't have a schedule yet, so he didn't know what classes to pack for. Realizing he would wake everyone if he puttered around upstairs(and he did NOT want to wake these guys up early...), he took his Firebolt and broom servicing kit down to the Common Room.
But he wasn't the only one who was up. As Harry entered the Common Room, he saw a figure sitting by the picture window. At first, he was suprised that anyone else was up. Then he saw the person had long, brown, bushy hair.
"Hermione?" Harry asked curiously. The girl by the window jumped, surprised that anyone else was there. She spilled whatever was in her mug. When she turned around to look at who had surprised her, Harry saw that it indeed was Hermione.
"Harry! I didn't know you had come down. Don't surprise me like that!" Hermione scolded. She conjured a rag out of thin air and wiped up the mess.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I was surprised that someone else was up. Wait a minute, is that cocoa? Where'd you get it? And we have Hogwarts' mugs?" Harry asked in confusion.
Hermione giggled, which was something she didn't usually do. "Well, 'we' do, but you're not one of the 'we.' See, we prefects have a breakroom, cause you guys give us such a hard time, we need a safe haven to recuperate! It's down by the staff room. It's like the Common Room. I figured I check it out this morning, figured I'd have the place to myself. I found some cocoa brewing down there, so I filled up a Hogwarts mug and came back to the Common Room. I would've stayed there, it's quite comfy, but there's no window, and I love the view of the grounds in the morning."
Harry mulled this over in his head. "So you mean to tell me that you woke up, showered, changed, did your makeup, walked down to the break room, got cocoa, and came back, without waking anyone?? You must've been up since dawn!"
"Um, actually, I have been up since dawn. And you forgot 'watched sunrise' on your list." Harry stared at her like she was crazy. "It's a ritual. Everyday on the first day back, I wake up at dawn and watch the sunrise. It's a kind of 'rebirthing,' very refreshing. Plus, my internal clock always wakes me up at 6:30, the latest. Also, we go to the Break Room via Floo Powder, so we don't have to walk all the way down. Actually, everywhere in Hogwarts can be reached by Floor Powder."
"So, what about passwords? You don't need them to use a fireplace, so I could just go to, say Dumbledore's office?" Harry asked, curiously. If so, this would open new windows for Fred, George, and pranking.
"Oh, it's password protected! You say what room you what, then the password." Hermione replied
"Darn!" Harry said. Hermione smiled knowingly.
"Harry," she asked thoughtfully, "Why are you up? You and Ron are last risers. You guys slept till noon at the Borrow."
"Oh, it was too quiet. I'm used to the noise of the Borrow, or Dudley's snores, and the silence woke me up. But that's okay. I can get down to breakfast while there's still food! C'mon, let's go!" Harry said, grabbing Hermione by the wrist and pulling her toward the Potrait Hole.
"Harry, should we wake Ron? He'll probably be late, and on the first day..." Hermione said, looking anxiously at the clock. It was quarter after seven. As much as she wanted breakfast now, and just her and Harry, she really didn't want Ron to be late on the first day.
"Don't worry! I learned you should NEVER wake Ron unless it's an emergency, he's not a morning person. Besides, the grandfather clock chimes at 7:30, that'll wake everyone. And believe me, Peeves wakes them if they sleep."
"Alright!" Hermione said, happy at the prospect of just her and Harry at breakfast.
When they got to the Great Hall, the tables were mostly empty. It seemed that everyone else had slept in. Professor McGonagall handed them their schedules as they sat down at the Gryffindor table. "Do either of you know where the rest of Gryffindor is?" she aske them impatiently,
"Probably still...." Harry started to explain about everyone sleeping in.
"Getting showered and dressed!" Hermione added hastily.
Both Harry and McGonagall gave her a look, but the Professor seemed satisified, and walked away muttering how kids today were too slow.
"Hermione, you know everyone is sleeping!? Why didn't you let me tell the truth?" Harry said. He knew Hermione told the truth, especially to teachers, and her lying had amused and confused him
"Professor McGonagall is a stickler for punctuality. If we told her everyone was sleeping, she'd go right up there and wake everyone with a lecture on waking up at a reasonable time. Now she'll just go around annoyed that everyone is taking so long to get groomed. It's better this way, trust me." Hermione said with a smile. Harry nodded, and they started to look over their schedules while munching on some breakfast.
"Oh, Herbology first period. That's different. We had that in second year and it worked out well. It'll be nice to work outside before the noon sun, it'll still be cool." Hermione said, reaching for some pumpkin juice.
"Yeah, but not in the winter!" Harry said. "Oh, crud, we still have Potions and Care of Magical Creatures with the Slytherins. Who writes this thing! Do they WANT to torture us!" Hermione laughed at Harry's anguish, but she hated classes with the Slytherin's and she knew Ron would be livid, being stuck with them again.
The mail owls came then, though most of their recipients were still sleeping. Many owls seemed ticked off that they had come to deliver mail and no one was there to receive it. Harry received an official looking Hogwarts letter. "What's that? You couldn't have done something wrong already, could you??" Hermione asked.
Harry opened it and read the familiar loopy handwriting.
Harry,
This is just a reminder about our meeting tonight. 7 o'clock in my office(password: Every Flavor Beans). It probably slipped your mind in all the back-to-school excitement. Enjoy your first day back(wink, wink)!
Professor Dumbledore
"It's just a note from Professor Dumbledore, reminding me about out meeting tonight. He wants to talk to me about the Voldermort attacks and stuff." Harry said.
The Great Hall's doors burst open, and Seamus, Dean, Neville, and Ron, along with some other kids, ran in panicked. They all sat down at their respective tables and began to eat as fast as they could. "Harry! Why didn't you wake me! I have ten minutes to eat breakfast and pack, you git!" Ron said angrily, buttering some toast.
"Ron, last time I woke you, you grabbed your wand and threatened to kill me. I'm not in a hurry to repeat that." Harry said coolly.
Hermione giggled(she seemed to be doing that a lot lately...) as Ron replied: "Well, that was different. That was some Saturday during the summer. This is the first day of school! I'm gonna be late!"
"Ron, we have Herbology first. Pack some toast and eat it on the way down!" Hermione said calmly, solving the problem with an obvious answer which the guys hadn't even thought of.
"Well, OK, I can do that." Ron said, blushing slightly at the fact that he lost his head over something like being late for class.
"Oh, and by the way Ron" Hermione said, chocking back a laugh, "you've got a gob of shampoo still in your hair. I guess in your hurry you didn't have time to rinse!"
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Herbology was the same as always: they had it with the Hufflepuffs, which was nice. The Hufflepuffs were peaceful and friendly, if not a little sub-dued. Hermione assumed they were mourning for Cedric. It was only natural to remember him on the first day back. They only difference in class was that they used Greenhouse 4, which had more dangerous plants.
"See Harry, it's still cool! This is a great class to have early! Plus, it's so...positive! Professor Sprout is so nice, and herbology is one of those satisfying clases, probably cause it's hands-on. I mean, can you imagine starting the day with Potions?" Hermione asked. The guys laughed at her exceptionally good mood. Apparently, the return to school had her in high spirits.
"Yeah, well Fred and George have to! They have Potions first period every Thursday. I heard them complaining this morning." Ron said as they jogged down the corridor to Gryffindor Tower. They needed some showers, because Herbology was a very physical subject, and everyone smelt like fertilizer.
"Can you blame them? Snape's horrible! And he doesn't exactly strike me as a morning person." Harry said as Ron gave the Fat Lady the password.
After a quick shower, the trio packed their books for their next classes and set off. They had Charms and History of Magic that morning, a quick lunch, then Transfiguration in the afternoon. Charms was usually the most fun. In the past, they had banished pillows, elevated feathers, and cheered each other up using magic. Who wouldn't look forward to the class? Plus, Professor Flitwick was the most laid-back teacher. They could get away with lots in his class. History of Magic was boring, but everyone expected that. The subject itself was fine. Everyone wanted to know about their magical roots. But Professor Binns was just so dull! He lectured them on everything, never did anything multi-media, like bring in a guest speaker or show pictures. The class essentially learned nothing, because the majority napped in his class.
But Transfiguration was something else! Professor McGonagall gave them a traditional beginning-of-year speech. "Your O.W.Ls are fast approaching, and I will be preparing you this year. The level of Transfiguration you will learn is getting diffucult, even dangerous. You know I tolerate no misbehavior, and that will not change. This class has always been a fairly easy one to teach, and I hope you continue that. You all have a real knack for the subject, and seem fairly eager to learn. I ask that you continue that, and pay close attention."
Everyone was glad to have the day done, only Harry's day wasn't quite finished. He still had the meeting with Dumbeldore. They had wound up with homework on the first night! Hermione had even more than the guys, because she had had gotten Arithmancy homework. While she worked on that, the guys went over Quidditch technique. It seemed Ron was determined to become the Gryffindor Keeper. When the clock read ten to seven, Harry set out. He didn't want to be late for his meeting with Dumbeldore.
When Harry gave the password, the stone Gargoyle sprang aside. The door at the top was already open. Harry went into the office, where Professor Dumbledore sat behind his desk. His phoenix, Fawkes, was circling the room.
"Ah, hello Harry. So glad you remembered!" Professor Dumbeldore said paternally. "I thought in all the beginning of term hubbub, it might have slipped your mind!" Harry was silent. "Well, then, on to business!
"Harry, you and I both know that Lord Voldermort is after you. He wants YOU, specifically. You are in great danger, as are your friends, but we can conquer that danger. Voldermort needs to prove that he is stronger than you. He can do that either by killing you or persuading you to join the dark side. Now, personally, I don't believe he is stronger than you." Harry stared at Dumbledore in disbelief. Harry was a fifth year. How could he be stronger than the most powerful sorceror ever??
"Harry, I know what you're thinking. But you have powers unknown to anyone! Voldermort knows you are powerful, and he wants to harbor that power. I believe I am right in thinking that you would die rather than go to his side??" Dumbeldore inquired, peering at Harry over the top of his half-moon spectacles.
Harry nodded, and said, "Professor Dumbeldore, he killed my mum and dad, Cedric, and tons of other people. He is pure evil. I made a promise in my first year that I would never join the Dark Side. Never. I intend to stick to my guns. But sir, I still don't think I'm more powerful than him. You definetly are. But me, I'm just a fifth year wizard!"
"Harry, you'll see in time that I'm right. Now, that determination is good. Now, your power, and the power of your peers is one reason why this Alternative Magic club was formed. The students inside this school are some of the most gifted I have ever seen. Ever. They need to know what hidden powers they have. Now, Harry, you WILL be taking wandless magic, because YOU need to know it! It may save your life! It is written in the stars that you will be an expert in this subject. Many other students are talented in Alternative Magic, and we want to bring this out. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir. But as you know, I'm not caught up on the times. Has Voldermort been growing powerful?" Harry asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, Harry. He is currently in Hungary, steadily gaining power. There is a major wizarding city there, Budablong, just outside Budapest. My table of advisors and myself feel that he will try to take over wizarding cities first. A wise plan, don't you think??"
"Yes sir. He will wipe out many wizards and witches there, and even gain some supporters. Plus, he can set up a head-quarters there, safe from prying Muggle eyes." Harry said.
Dumbeldore chuckled, "Well, I'm glad you understand what we're up against. We feel Hogsmeade will be targeted, which is why extra protection charms have been placed on Hogwarts and the surronding area. Harry, we must protect you at all costs! If he gets you, there is no hope. Do you have any idea how many prophecies are written about you?" Harry shook his head, getting nervous, "Many. In fact, your friend Miss Granger, will be decoding many of them in Ancient Runes. Her class does not know it, but they will be helping us in a huge way simply by doing their homework!
"Now, Harry, here is what I really wanted to discuss with you. There is a prophecy, The Prohecy of Heroes, which is currently being dug up in Ireland. There have been many attempts to dig up the tablets it is written upon. It is the most important and reliable of all the prophecies. It was written by Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw themselves. They wrote it shortly before they died. Salzaar Slytherin had talked about an heir that would be powerful and deadly. The others were afraid. Helga Hufflepuff was an excellent divinator. The words of the prophecy were given to her in a dream. She shared the details with Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw. They wrote the prophecy in a very detailed script, that way, only few could decipher it. The few that can will be able to use it. They wrote down the location of the tablets and noted that there were enchantments that had to be broken to get to it. That information has been passed down to every Headmaster, and I decided to try to dig it up. You may ask why it is so protected. Well, think of yourself as Voldermort. You want this Prophecy so you know who can defeat you. Then you could kill them, and be there forever. But it will take many wizards to recover and then decipher it. Voldermort would have to send out his most trustworthy and logical Death Eaters. Since they would be gone, less destruction would occur. Plus, it is such hard work, many people would give up on it. But not us. We need this Prophecy. It describes the Ultimate Heroes. Harry, YOU can conquer Voldermort, but not alone. This prophecy will outline who needs to help you. First, it must be translated, then solved. You will be the first to know when the prophecy is translated. You, Miss Granger, and Mister Weasley will be a big help in solving this: you are all experts when it comes to riddles. Harry, I realize the enormity of what I am placing on your shoulders, and I'm sorry, but it must be so. Now, I ask you to return to your Common Room and share with your friends what I have told you. I fully expect you too. In fact, it will be helpful for you too. We will be having more of these meetings, I'm sure. But this is all for now. Any questions?" Harry shook his head. "Then I bid you good night."
Harry took this cue to leave. He did share with Ron and Hermione all he had learned, and stayed awake long into the night, pondering it all. Would he really be able to stop Voldermort. He knew Hermione didn't buy into divination, but she seemed to believe what Dumbeldore said.
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The rest of the week went as normally as a week at Hogwarts could go. Hermione's main focus was helping the first years. Twice she was late for class because she was directing them, but the Professors understood. It seemed a prefect could get away with anything. When Ron pointed this out to Hermione, she said "Well, we need some perks on the job, don't we?"
"I'd have thought that a spa bathroom and a break room were perks enough." Harry said with a smile.
"Wait, what's this about a break room?" Ron asked, confused. Harry and Hermione had to explain the whole thing to him, because he had been asleep for the conversation.
Their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Professor Martinez was on Wednesday. The Gryffindor fifth years were eager for their class to begin. Ginny have given Professor Martinez rave reviews.
"Good morning, class." Professor Martinez said cheerfully as she entered the room. The pre-class chatter died down as everyone took their seats. The class was silent, watching the young teacher with rapt attention.
"Well, I guess I'll take role." she said, pulling out a roll of parchment. Professor Martinez had apparently done her research before class: she had a personal comment for every student.
"Granger, Hermione" she called. "Here!" Hermione replied eagerly "Misss Granger, I've heard you are top of your class! Bravo!" Hermione blushed.
"Patil, Parvati" Professor continued down the list "Here." "Parvati, I taught your twin Padma yesterday. Charming girl, really. And I believe I am right in thinking you are very much like her." Parvati nodded. "Good, a peace keeper. Having you should make this class easier to teach." Parvati smiled.
"Weasley, Ronald" "Here, and if you have to use by first name, could you call me Ron." Professor Martinez nodded "Of course! I always preferred to be Gwen, though I didn't mind Guenever that much. Ron, I must say, you are not the first Weasley I've met! I worked as an intern at the Ministry. You're father is so nice! I also met your older brother Percy. I taught Ginny on Monday, and I ran into Fred and George yesterday(though I wasn't so happy with the circumstances: they had Dungbombs in their hands, which made me quite suspicious.). Anyway, while your family is a joy, I hope you are your own person." "Yes ma'm, I'm quite different from everyone else in my family. Ask Harry, he'll testify!" everyone laughed, including Professor Martinez, who leaned her head back and flashed her teeth as she laughed. Her laugh was quite infectious.
"Now, Professor Dumbledore has informed me what you have all learned these last four years. We'll be studying curses and creatures. The first half will be curses and counter-curses, since you haven't learned as much about them. And don't worry, I'm not as hands on as last year's teacher! Later, we'll cover dark creatures. You've had a lot of experience, in real life, with Dark Magic. I look forward to teaching you, you seem very eager.
"Now, to begin! You need to learn counter-curses! Today we'll learn the Protective Shield charm. True, this is a charm, but it's essential to protection! Who can tell me about it?"
Hermione raised her hand "The Protective Shield charm is cast by saying 'Protectionous!' and pointing the wand at whoever you want to protect. But it doesn't block all charms-"
"Well done, Miss Granger! Five points to Gryffindor. But, if you don't mind, I'd like some other students to participate. Who knows what curses you WON'T be protected from? Anyone?? Oh, come on! Class participation is one fifth of you grade!"
Ron cautiously raised his hand. "Yes, Mr. Weasley?" "Well, last year we learned that Avada Kedavra is unblockable, so you can still be hit with that..." "Good reasoning! I'm glad to see that you didn't let all you've learned disappear over the summer! A point to Gryffindor. Anyone else know what curses are unblockable?"
"Yes, Lavender?" "Um, if Avada Kedavra is unblockable, are all Unforgivable Curses?"
"Why yes, Lavender! Take a point for your logic! The Unforgivable Curses are unblockable, and, as you know, illegal. You can learn to fight the Imperius Curse, and learn to deal with the Cruticus Curse, but nothing can be done against Avada Kedavra."
The lesson continued like like. Professor Martinez made everyone participate. But by the end of the class, they'd earned ten points for Gryffindor. Everyone seemed to like Professor Martinez, and as Hermione pointed out "I hope she stays for next year!"
*********************************************************************** Friday afternoon brought Double Potions. "Do you realize we have had Double Potions with the Slytherins Friday afternoon EVERY YEAR!" an irate Harry said, "Seriously, everything else changes, but they have to keep the worst class the same, every stinkin' year!"
"Harry, it's not that bad." Hermione said soothingly. Ron and Harry turned on her.
"Hermione, the man treats us like dirt! Worse than dirt! And you two especially!" Ron said, spitting mad.
"Look, Ron, I hate him too! But I can't do anything by complaining! I mean, we do learn a lot in Potions, just, well, I'd rather I didn't have to learn while being taunted by someone who never shampoos!" Hermione said. The guys smiled as they took their seats. It was always worth it to get Hermione fired up.
"Take your seats." Snape said, hurrying into the room. He looked very disheveled and hurried. "Today we shall be working on a Depression Potion. This potion can bring anyone down to a bad mood, no matter how happy they are..." he continued with the lesson, ocassionally snapping at people and telling them how wrong their potions were.
"This is a pretty easy potion!" Hermione said to Ron, her partner, as they cut up lionfish.
"Hermione, don't say pretty easy, cause it is hard. But it is something like what we'd do in third year." he said, preparing the potion for heating.
At the end of the class, everyone had to sample their Potions, a dreaded task. Everyone left class on a beautiful Friday afternoon feeling like they were falling into an endless pit.
"Y'know, I have the strangest feeling that we WON'T be learning the Cheerful Potion." Harry said, packing his potion supplies. Ron and Hermione nodded solemnly(they could only nod solemnly: the Potion hadn't quite ended yet.)
"Yes, and we really could use it after this!" Hermione answered, but no one could laugh at either joke.
When the trio returned to the Common Room on Friday, a note was posted on the bulletin word.
ATTENTION QUIDDITCH FANS!
THE POSITION OF KEEPER AND TWO RESERVES ARE AVAILABLE ON THE GRYFFINDOR TEAM. TRYOUTS WILL BE NEXT FRIDAY AT 4 O'CLOCK ON THE QUIDDITCH PITCH. THE GRYFFINDOR TEAM IS EXPECTED TO BE THERE. THANK YOU!
-KATIE BELL, CAPTAIN
"Oh, so Katie's Captain! Good for her!" Hermione said, turning to her homework.
"Harry, we've got to start training!" Ron said shortly. Harry nodded. The two grabbed their brooms and said goodbye to Hermione. They had just ran out the potrait hole, when Harry jogged back up to his dorm and returned with Quidditch: The Ultimate Guide to Strategy, looking sheepish. Hermione shook her head in exasperation and went back to work as the two ran down to the Quidditch pitch to fit in some practice before dinner.
*A/N* So, how was it? I know the prophecies are over-done, but I like the idea, so I'll try it! Please review, and tell me what you think. Fred or George were going to be Captain, but I didn't want co-captains, and let's face it, their not too responsible! Please review and check out some of my other stuff!
