~Harry Potter and the Battle of Heirs~

~By Rachie.V.~

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Chapter V

   Harry groaned. He had just woken up the next day (Sunday), and it was the first day of the Quidditch season. But the problem was that it was raining – hard. The match was against Ravenclaw, and it was to be held at night, since they needed to train all day for so that Rachel would be prepared.

Harry stumbled out of bed and went to take a shower. As the warm water cascaded down his back, Harry slowly woke up and the excitement that only Quidditch could bring fluttered into Harry's stomach. He cheerfully got dressed and looked at his clock. It was 5:00am!

"Oh well. At least I'm awake properly now," he thought to himself. He decided to go down to breakfast anyway, since he had gone down to breakfast at this time once before, and knew that breakfast would already be prepared. He walked into the common room and had barely walked 3 steps, when, slowly, a door creaked open behind him. Harry spun around quickly, and saw Rachel poking her head around the door to the girls' dormitories. Her hair was knotted and her eyes were a little bleary.

"What're you doing up this early?" Rachel asked Harry, walking out of the door, and Harry saw that she was dressed in a purple silk dressing gown with Winnie the Pooh all over it. Harry sat on the couch.

"I woke up too early; that always happens on the morning of a Quidditch match," he replied.

"Oh, me too. Morning of Quidditch matches are the only mornings I like; the rest of the time, I don't like mornings!" Rachel said, sitting down next to Harry on the couch. She showed him her bookmark that was placed in a book that she had left out the night before on a table. It had a picture of a polar bear on it, and a light blue ribbon was tied through a hole in the top right-hand corner. Underneath the polar bear were the words:

I don't do mornings!

Harry laughed. Rachel grinned. Suddenly, Rachel stood up.

"I'll just go get dressed, but will you wait for me? I hate walking through this castle alone; Peeves always seems to find a way to trip me up!" Rachel said, as she walked over to the girls' dorms.

"Sure, of course," Harry replied. Rachel grinned and went to go and get dressed. Harry just sat there, thinking. Suddenly, the door opened again. Harry, looking up, expected to see Rachel, but Ginny was stood there, dressed in a green silk dressing gown. Harry's mind whirled. He knew Ginny had a crush on him, so this was not a good sign.

"Hi," Ginny said uncertainly.

"Good morning," Harry replied.

"Listen, Harry. I-I'm sorry th-that I always seemed to bother you by having that silly little crush on you." Ginny took a deep breath and seemed to gain confidence. "I guess I was silly to ever believe that you'd like me more than a friend. I also realized that I'd rather be your friend, than being embarrassed around you. I'm sorry. Do you accept my apology and want to be my friend?" Ginny held out her hand.

"Sure, Ginny. You must have gathered up a lot of courage to do this. Thank you for being mature and just wanting to be good friends," Harry said, shaking her hand. While they were shaking hands, Rachel appeared, fully dressed in her robes. She was wearing little silver studs that were in the shape of wands. She also had lip-gloss on and had put a tiny bit of body glitter on her cheeks. A yellow ribbon tied her golden-brown, elbow-length hair back into a ponytail, matching the yellow hair clips that were in her hair. Each hair clip was in the shape of a sun.

"Wow! Rachel – we're only practising Quidditch all day!" Harry said, looking her over.

"Oh my gosh! I forgot about Quidditch practices!" Rachel gasped, and with that, she ran back into the girls' dormitories, then ran back out again, wearing normal silver studs in and no lip-gloss or body glitter on. Her hair was tied back with a normal, black hair tie.

"Why were you getting dressed up if you thought there were only classes on today?" Harry asked her, walking out of the Gryffindor common room. He had forgotten about Hermione and Ron altogether.

"Oh, I always dress that way for school," Rachel replied.

"But I've never seen you dress that way before today," Harry said, pulling up a tapestry for Rachel. She walked under it and said, "that's because I couldn't find the stuff before this morning. It had been stashed away in my make-up box, but I'm such a scatterbrain, I could've sworn it was in my bedside table drawers!"

 Harry laughed.

"What a day for Quidditch, huh?" Harry said, putting his hands in his pockets. Rachel snorted in a disapproving way.

"I'll say. Have you ever played in these conditions before?" she asked him.

"Yeah. Hermione had to put a charm on my glasses so I could see!" Harry replied.

"It must be horrible having to play Quidditch with glasses on. Why don't you get contacts?" Rachel asked him. They had reached the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor Table. There were no teachers at the High Table.

"I guess I could ask Sirius to get me some. I hate glasses," Harry said, wondering why he hadn't thought of that before.

"You mean Sirius Black your godfather?" Rachel asked, not noticing what she had said. Harry's face went pale.

"How did you know that Sirius Black is my godfather?" Harry asked, amazed. Rachel's eyes widened and her mouth slowly dropped open.

"Oh no. Listen Harry. There are a few things you should know. You see, my-" Rachel started to say, but was interrupted by Professor Dumbledore, who had just walked into the Great Hall and had started to speak.

"Ah, Harry. I'm glad you're up early. Could you come with me, please?"

"Um…okay," Harry replied. He looked at Rachel as he started to walk away, and she just shrugged. Dumbledore led Harry through the castle and to the stone gargoyle.

"Hot chocolate," Dumbledore said to the gargoyle, which sprang to life and jumped to the side, revealing the spiral staircase that was slowly moving upwards by itself towards Dumbledore's office. They entered it a few seconds later, and Harry sat down in the chair in front of Dumbledore's desk, while Professor Dumbledore sat behind it.

"What do you want, Professor?" Harry asked Dumbledore.

"There are a few things I need to tell you. It's about the past, and about your parents. Are you ready to hear the truth?" Dumbledore asked him.

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Author's Note: I know, I know. Another cliffhanger! But the chapter was getting long and it seemed like a good place to stop! But I promise to continue from there and then we'll go into the Quidditch practices and match – all in one chapter! So you've been warned: the next chapter will be long! (Heh heh!)

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