Chap. 1
"Harry, shut that dratted animal up," Aunt Petunia screeched down the hallway into Harry's room. Harry Potter, a 14 year-old wizard, rolled over and checked his alarm clock.
"Wha-?" Harry asked drearily. Loud tapping drowned him out on his window. "What's that?" Harry glanced at the window. Nothing. Had his aunt lost her mind? Hedwig was in her cage, though looking very irritable. Harry was about to go back to sleep when the tapping started again. Harry was about to get up and break the window when a small, turd of an owl buzzed by the window.
"Pig," he muttered. Harry got up and let the small owl inside.
Harry,
We're outside. Come out, all ready. We've been throwing things at the window for about 20 minutes.
Ron
Harry threw a few things into his trunk and through his invisibility cloak over himself before running down stairs and out the door. A short good-bye note was all that kept the Dursleys from thinking he'd been kidnapped in his sleep.
"Hey, Ron," Harry whispered to his friend once he was outside.
"About time!" Ron scolded.
"Come on," George hissed. He nodded at a large stone.
"Port key," Ron explained.
"Oh," Harry remarked as he put his hand on the rock. He felt the familiar jerk behind his navel as they flew across Great Britain. The port key set them softly on the ground in front of The Burrow. Fred yawned.
"Let's go in, I'm exhausted," he said. Ron nodded.
Inside, Mrs. Weasley sat up at the table clutching a coffee mug.
"Mum, you can go to bed now, we're back," Fred said softly. Mrs. Weasley nodded and went up the crooked staircase.
"In my room," Ron said sleepily. He helped Harry with Hedwig's cage.
"Thanks Ron," Harry said as he lay on the makeshift bed set out for him.
"No problem."
*
Harry got up the following morning to the smell of cooking bacon. He changed into khaki shorts and a red polo shirt and made a failed attempt at combing his hair. He went down the sagging staircase into the kitchen.
"Oh, Harry dear, I was going to wake you, but I figured I'd let you sleep," Mrs. Weasley said kindly. She handed him a plate with a green pepper omelet and bacon. Harry poured orange juice and ate his breakfast.
"Now, I have to run to the post office, I'll be back in a bit. Ron went to get Hermione a while ago, he should be back soon," Mrs. Weasley grabbed her wand.
"Thanks for breakfast," Harry, said as Mrs. Weasley apparated.
He took some floo powder from the flowerpot and threw it in the fire.
"The Grangers!" Harry called as he stepped into the flames.
Harry was whisked away. He got out and found himself in a contemporary living room, adorned with pictures of a family with big hair.
"Oh, hello?" a quiet voice asked. "Do you - are you - why are you here?" Harry turned to face the speaker. She was a girl a few years younger than him with frizzy brown hair.
"Is Hermione here?" Harry asked.
"Oh, of course. HERMIONE! YOU'VE COMPANY!" the girl shouted. Hermione descended from the staircase, Ron right behind her.
"Oh, hello Harry. How are you?" Hermione asked.
"Fine, thanks. You?"
"Oh fine. I was just showing Ron the Internet. It's a muggle communication system. It's brilliant actually, for muggles, of course. Forgive me, Harry this is my sister, Leonie. Lee, this is my friend Harry Potter from Hogwarts," Hermione explained.
"Internet? Oh, right. Dudley got that for his birthday this year. Of course I'm not aloud near that computer, so what's the point?" Harry said.
"Oh it's excellent, you'll see. Anything you want to know, you can find. Pmail is great."
"Ron its email, not pmail. For pity's sake. Oh well, best be back to the Burrow. Lee, tell mum and dad I went to Ron's," Hermione said. She grabbed a little jar from behind a picture frame and threw it into the fire. "The Burrow!" Harry and Ron did the same.
"Looks like the mail's come," Ron said, pointing to the pile of letters on the kitchen table.
"I forgot to ask, have any of you been made prefects?" Hermione asked.
"Haven't gotten the letter, though I s'pose you have," Ron said.
"Yes, I got it yesterday," Hermione said proudly. She nodded to the badge on her shirt. Harry and Ron nodded. "Looks like you got it as well, Ron." Ron had been sent a lumpy letter with an emerald address.
"Yes," Ron said, pride filling his face.
"Congratulations, Ron," Harry said as he sorted through the mail. He too had a lumpy letter.
"I guess we all got in," Hermione said as Harry pulled out an identical badge to his two friends.
"It's worth it just for the bathroom. I went in their last year for the second challenge with the golden eggs. It's excellent," Harry said as he pinned to badge on his shirt. He read the letter that came with it.
Dear Mr. Potter,
On account of sportsmanship, grades, and being an example for all students, you have been selected to be a prefect. You now have the opportunity to give and take away points from Houses, be on nightly patrol when needed and help your fellow students. If the teachers feel that you have let your marks, or sportsmanship slip your badge may be taken away. You also have permission to use the prefect bathrooms. The password as of now is Cameditis Entrosis. You will be notified monthly of changes.
The password to get into Gryffindor is as of now Pigs Ponce. You will be notified monthly of changes.
Yours Respectfully,
Prof. M. McGonagall
"Huh. I certainly didn't think I'd get in. Hermione, of course, but well," Ron said, grinning.
"Look, our supplies lists. Excellent, I made it into advanced arithmancy," Hermione said.
Mrs. Weasley materialized back into the kitchen.
"Hello Hermione," she said as she grabbed a few letters. She nodded and muttered a few things as she read a letter from Hogwarts.
"It seems that your father and I are going to have to be at Hogwarts a lot this year," Mrs. Weasley said, to no one in particular.
"Why, mum?" Ron asked.
"Dumbeldore's orders. Your father's quitting his Ministry Job. The Ministry's up in arms, what with You-Know-Who back and all."
"I heard that Dumbeldore's forming some Ministry of Magic alternative based at Hogwarts," Hermione said.
"How do you know about that?"
"It was in the Daily Profit a few days ago. It sounds like an International Board of Wizards that are taking action against You-Know- Who," Hermione explained.
"Yes. There'll be students from other countries at Hogwarts with you. I believe arrangements have been made all ready with The United States, France, Germany, Luxembourg, Russia, Japan, India, Poland, and Switzerland, with more joining each day," Mrs. Weasley added.
"When should we go shopping?" Ron asked.
"We could go right now, while we're thinking about it," Hermione suggested. The others agreed and the three of them floo to Diagon Alley.
After getting money from Gringotts they went to refill their potion supplies and get Hermione's dress hat mended, as it had ripped the year before. They went into Flourish and Blotts next.
"Let's see. We need 3 Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5," Hermioen told the clerk. " And I need Advanced Arithmancy by Maurice Samson."
"We both need copies of Unfogging the Future, Vol. 2 and we need three O.W.L. Coaches," Harry said. The clerk got them all their books and they paid for them. Harry gave into temptation and bought The Great Quidditch Moments set by Randall Macker. He was favored to be selected as Gryffindor quidditch captain, as Oliver Wood had graduated. They'd find out on the first day. Hermione also bought a few books of advanced spells and magical history for when she was bored. Harry and Ron simply rolled their eyes.
They bought their tickets for the Hogwarts Express and some magazines at a newsstand. They read them as they ate sundaes.
"You know what I just thought of?" Ron asked suddenly.
"What?"
"What if Malfoy is made prefect?"
"Then the school is doomed," Harry joked.
"Hogwarts has been doomed since they picked that muggle-loving crackpot to be headmaster," a cold voice said behind them.
"Why does this always happen to me?" Ron muttered.
"So, did you get made prefect, Malfoy?" Harry asked. He stood to look eye to eye with his old rival.
"Yes, I did. I don't like to wear those tacky buttons in public," Malfoy said.
"Yet you purposely wear your hair like that everyday?" Ron asked.
"Better than out of control hair."
"Hmph," Harry muttered. Embarassed, her flattened his unruly hair.
"Come on boys. We wouldn't want it to look like we were associating with these bunch of weaklings," Malfoy called off Crabbe and Goyle.
"Vampire," Hermione whispered. Malfoy turned and mouthed 'Mudblood' as he walked away.
"Guys, it's getting late. Let's finish these, check Quality Quidditch Supplies and get going," Harry suggested.
"Do we have to go there?" Hermione asked.
"Yes," Harry and Ron said forcefully.
"Fine."
"Harry, shut that dratted animal up," Aunt Petunia screeched down the hallway into Harry's room. Harry Potter, a 14 year-old wizard, rolled over and checked his alarm clock.
"Wha-?" Harry asked drearily. Loud tapping drowned him out on his window. "What's that?" Harry glanced at the window. Nothing. Had his aunt lost her mind? Hedwig was in her cage, though looking very irritable. Harry was about to go back to sleep when the tapping started again. Harry was about to get up and break the window when a small, turd of an owl buzzed by the window.
"Pig," he muttered. Harry got up and let the small owl inside.
Harry,
We're outside. Come out, all ready. We've been throwing things at the window for about 20 minutes.
Ron
Harry threw a few things into his trunk and through his invisibility cloak over himself before running down stairs and out the door. A short good-bye note was all that kept the Dursleys from thinking he'd been kidnapped in his sleep.
"Hey, Ron," Harry whispered to his friend once he was outside.
"About time!" Ron scolded.
"Come on," George hissed. He nodded at a large stone.
"Port key," Ron explained.
"Oh," Harry remarked as he put his hand on the rock. He felt the familiar jerk behind his navel as they flew across Great Britain. The port key set them softly on the ground in front of The Burrow. Fred yawned.
"Let's go in, I'm exhausted," he said. Ron nodded.
Inside, Mrs. Weasley sat up at the table clutching a coffee mug.
"Mum, you can go to bed now, we're back," Fred said softly. Mrs. Weasley nodded and went up the crooked staircase.
"In my room," Ron said sleepily. He helped Harry with Hedwig's cage.
"Thanks Ron," Harry said as he lay on the makeshift bed set out for him.
"No problem."
*
Harry got up the following morning to the smell of cooking bacon. He changed into khaki shorts and a red polo shirt and made a failed attempt at combing his hair. He went down the sagging staircase into the kitchen.
"Oh, Harry dear, I was going to wake you, but I figured I'd let you sleep," Mrs. Weasley said kindly. She handed him a plate with a green pepper omelet and bacon. Harry poured orange juice and ate his breakfast.
"Now, I have to run to the post office, I'll be back in a bit. Ron went to get Hermione a while ago, he should be back soon," Mrs. Weasley grabbed her wand.
"Thanks for breakfast," Harry, said as Mrs. Weasley apparated.
He took some floo powder from the flowerpot and threw it in the fire.
"The Grangers!" Harry called as he stepped into the flames.
Harry was whisked away. He got out and found himself in a contemporary living room, adorned with pictures of a family with big hair.
"Oh, hello?" a quiet voice asked. "Do you - are you - why are you here?" Harry turned to face the speaker. She was a girl a few years younger than him with frizzy brown hair.
"Is Hermione here?" Harry asked.
"Oh, of course. HERMIONE! YOU'VE COMPANY!" the girl shouted. Hermione descended from the staircase, Ron right behind her.
"Oh, hello Harry. How are you?" Hermione asked.
"Fine, thanks. You?"
"Oh fine. I was just showing Ron the Internet. It's a muggle communication system. It's brilliant actually, for muggles, of course. Forgive me, Harry this is my sister, Leonie. Lee, this is my friend Harry Potter from Hogwarts," Hermione explained.
"Internet? Oh, right. Dudley got that for his birthday this year. Of course I'm not aloud near that computer, so what's the point?" Harry said.
"Oh it's excellent, you'll see. Anything you want to know, you can find. Pmail is great."
"Ron its email, not pmail. For pity's sake. Oh well, best be back to the Burrow. Lee, tell mum and dad I went to Ron's," Hermione said. She grabbed a little jar from behind a picture frame and threw it into the fire. "The Burrow!" Harry and Ron did the same.
"Looks like the mail's come," Ron said, pointing to the pile of letters on the kitchen table.
"I forgot to ask, have any of you been made prefects?" Hermione asked.
"Haven't gotten the letter, though I s'pose you have," Ron said.
"Yes, I got it yesterday," Hermione said proudly. She nodded to the badge on her shirt. Harry and Ron nodded. "Looks like you got it as well, Ron." Ron had been sent a lumpy letter with an emerald address.
"Yes," Ron said, pride filling his face.
"Congratulations, Ron," Harry said as he sorted through the mail. He too had a lumpy letter.
"I guess we all got in," Hermione said as Harry pulled out an identical badge to his two friends.
"It's worth it just for the bathroom. I went in their last year for the second challenge with the golden eggs. It's excellent," Harry said as he pinned to badge on his shirt. He read the letter that came with it.
Dear Mr. Potter,
On account of sportsmanship, grades, and being an example for all students, you have been selected to be a prefect. You now have the opportunity to give and take away points from Houses, be on nightly patrol when needed and help your fellow students. If the teachers feel that you have let your marks, or sportsmanship slip your badge may be taken away. You also have permission to use the prefect bathrooms. The password as of now is Cameditis Entrosis. You will be notified monthly of changes.
The password to get into Gryffindor is as of now Pigs Ponce. You will be notified monthly of changes.
Yours Respectfully,
Prof. M. McGonagall
"Huh. I certainly didn't think I'd get in. Hermione, of course, but well," Ron said, grinning.
"Look, our supplies lists. Excellent, I made it into advanced arithmancy," Hermione said.
Mrs. Weasley materialized back into the kitchen.
"Hello Hermione," she said as she grabbed a few letters. She nodded and muttered a few things as she read a letter from Hogwarts.
"It seems that your father and I are going to have to be at Hogwarts a lot this year," Mrs. Weasley said, to no one in particular.
"Why, mum?" Ron asked.
"Dumbeldore's orders. Your father's quitting his Ministry Job. The Ministry's up in arms, what with You-Know-Who back and all."
"I heard that Dumbeldore's forming some Ministry of Magic alternative based at Hogwarts," Hermione said.
"How do you know about that?"
"It was in the Daily Profit a few days ago. It sounds like an International Board of Wizards that are taking action against You-Know- Who," Hermione explained.
"Yes. There'll be students from other countries at Hogwarts with you. I believe arrangements have been made all ready with The United States, France, Germany, Luxembourg, Russia, Japan, India, Poland, and Switzerland, with more joining each day," Mrs. Weasley added.
"When should we go shopping?" Ron asked.
"We could go right now, while we're thinking about it," Hermione suggested. The others agreed and the three of them floo to Diagon Alley.
After getting money from Gringotts they went to refill their potion supplies and get Hermione's dress hat mended, as it had ripped the year before. They went into Flourish and Blotts next.
"Let's see. We need 3 Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5," Hermioen told the clerk. " And I need Advanced Arithmancy by Maurice Samson."
"We both need copies of Unfogging the Future, Vol. 2 and we need three O.W.L. Coaches," Harry said. The clerk got them all their books and they paid for them. Harry gave into temptation and bought The Great Quidditch Moments set by Randall Macker. He was favored to be selected as Gryffindor quidditch captain, as Oliver Wood had graduated. They'd find out on the first day. Hermione also bought a few books of advanced spells and magical history for when she was bored. Harry and Ron simply rolled their eyes.
They bought their tickets for the Hogwarts Express and some magazines at a newsstand. They read them as they ate sundaes.
"You know what I just thought of?" Ron asked suddenly.
"What?"
"What if Malfoy is made prefect?"
"Then the school is doomed," Harry joked.
"Hogwarts has been doomed since they picked that muggle-loving crackpot to be headmaster," a cold voice said behind them.
"Why does this always happen to me?" Ron muttered.
"So, did you get made prefect, Malfoy?" Harry asked. He stood to look eye to eye with his old rival.
"Yes, I did. I don't like to wear those tacky buttons in public," Malfoy said.
"Yet you purposely wear your hair like that everyday?" Ron asked.
"Better than out of control hair."
"Hmph," Harry muttered. Embarassed, her flattened his unruly hair.
"Come on boys. We wouldn't want it to look like we were associating with these bunch of weaklings," Malfoy called off Crabbe and Goyle.
"Vampire," Hermione whispered. Malfoy turned and mouthed 'Mudblood' as he walked away.
"Guys, it's getting late. Let's finish these, check Quality Quidditch Supplies and get going," Harry suggested.
"Do we have to go there?" Hermione asked.
"Yes," Harry and Ron said forcefully.
"Fine."
