~Harry Potter and the Battle of
Heirs~
~By
Rachie.V.~
Warning: This chapter is quite long, so if you haven't got enough time
to read it all, come back later!! Oh, and I said "oh my God" in here, so if
that will offend anyone, I'm sorry.
Previously: "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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Chapter VI
"Of course I'm ready. I've been ready since my
first year here!" Harry exclaimed.
"All right. Well, you see, Godric Gryffindor
was born in Godric's Hollow. But back then, the village was called 'Floral
Peak'. When Godric became one of the Four Founders of Hogwarts, the witches and
wizards in the village wanted to thank him for making a magical school for
their children, so they named the village after Godric. And many years later, your parents were born
there. James (your father) wondered why he was more magical and stronger than
all the other wizards his age. And so his father – your grandfather – had to
tell him some surprising news. Your father was the youngest descendant of
Gryffindor himself."
"So you're saying that I'm a descendant of
Gryffindor?" Harry asked slowly, his eyes wide.
"No, you're no longer a descendant, you're a
heir. You will inherit the Gryffindor Manor, and the title of 'The Leader of
the Light Side' as soon as you have graduated." Dumbledore said proudly.
"But…but…what about you?" Harry asked, his
eyes wide.
"My family has not descended form Gryffindor's
blood."
"Well, prove that I am the next 'Gryffindor',"
Harry said, wondering if Dumbledore had gone quite mad.
"You were born in the hometown of Gryffindor,
the colour of the sparks that shot out of your wand in Ollivanders was red and
gold – the colour of Gryffindor. Also, you pulled Gryffindor's sword out of the
Sorting Hat in your second year; you survived the Killing Curse when you were
just one year old and you are the Head Boy of Hogwarts, just like Godric. Does
that convince you?"
"Um…yeah…" Harry said quietly, standing up,
thinking that the conversation was over.
"Harry, there's more. You need to know why
your parents were killed, and why you actually survived the Killing Curse,"
Dumbledore said.
"Uh, okay," Harry replied, sitting back down
again, feeling nervous.
"Well, your parents knew for quite awhile that
Voldemort was after them, but they didn't know entirely why. There are a few
reasons. 1: Lily was the most powerful witch in the world, but James was not
the most powerful wizard in the world. He and Voldemort had the same strength,
and Voldemort was scared that, put together, Lily and James could defeat him.
So, he asked them to come over to the Dark side. They refused, so he wanted to
get rid of them. He killed your father, –" Harry scowled " - but he didn't need
to kill your mother. As I said, put together they could defeat
Voldemort, but not just Lily. So, you mother could live – as long as Voldemort
killed you. Why? Because you have your mother's strength combined with
James's. So you have double the power. And as you grew up, your power grew too,
because of your training at Hogwarts. Your parents knew this reason, as well as
reason 2. Reason 2: Voldemort loved Lily - as simple as that. He was going to
ask her to marry him, but before he could, Lily got married to James. Voldemort
wanted to kill James, so he did. As I said, Lily could have lived, but she
wanted you to live. So he killed Lily as well. And you know the story; he
turned his wand on you, the plan backfired, and so forth. There is, however, another
reason to why your parents died. James had one brother – and his name was Tom
Marvolo Potter. Now, Tom was a really nasty boy - always getting into trouble.
Well, one summer, when Tom was 12 years old, Tom threw the Cruciatus curse at
an elderly woman. As you know, any use of an Unforgivable Curse on a fellow
human being is a life sentence in Azkaban. James saw this happening, and told
their parents. So, Tom went to Azkaban. James's parents were so ashamed to have
a son in Azkaban, that they disowned Tom. From the day that Tom was thrown in
Azkaban, he had absolutely loathed James, because James told his parents
what Tom had done. He wanted to kill James. And of course, there was the reason
that James married Lily that made Tom's hatred so strong that he wanted to make
sure there were no Potters left. Then one day, the Riddles came along, wanting
a son interested in the Dark Arts, because they were a Dark family at heart.
They acted nicely around the public, but they were not nice inside. So they
adopted Tom, and he grew up in a Dark family and became so swallowed up into
the Dark Arts, that he became more powerful than anyone could ever dream of. He
changed his name to Lord Voldemort, and you know the story of how he became
more and more powerful with every killing till he got to you. But you, Harry,
are the last living Potter; a Potter that has been destined to kill Voldemort,"
Dumbledore finished. Harry just sat there, gawking at the Headmaster. Of
course, he knew that people had said that he was destined to kill Voldemort,
but he never actually believed it. But now that he thought about it, why hadn't
he realised it sooner? He had escaped Voldemort six times (including the last
two years), and each time he had escaped, he had never killed Voldemort. Harry
spoke to Dumbledore slowly, as if Dumbledore were a small child who was crazy.
"You…have…got…to…be…joking." To Harry's
surprise, Dumbledore laughed.
"I'm afraid not, my friend. I'm afraid not.
And yet, there's more."
"Really?"
"Yes. You need to know why you survived the
Avada Kedavra curse," Dumbledore said quietly. Harry gulped. "You see, because
Lily and James's powers are combined into you, that means you have double the
power. And that means that you are more
powerful than me. In fact, I believe that you are more powerful than Voldemort.
But I never thought that you were powerful enough to escape the Avada Kedavra
curse. But you defied all odds, and here you are, alive today."
"Yeah, but you said that the reason for that
is because my Mum died to save me," Harry argued.
"That is partly it, but not all. Voldemort
only has a limit, and his limit does not stretch to yours. Your mother died to
save you, yes, but that scar is not a scar that came from an evil curse. That
scar came from Voldemort. You see, since Voldemort was James's brother, he is
your Uncle, –" Harry put his head in his hands "- and family should not kill
family. That scar hurts when your Uncle wants to kill part of his family –
which means you. But you are more special than that. You survived the Avada
Kedavra curse because you care for Voldemort." Dumbledore stopped talking and
let the news sink in. Harry lifted his head out of his hands in surprise.
"I do NOT!" he yelled. Fawkes gave a squawk.
"He killed my parents! Why should I care for him?"
"Because he is your Uncle. You cannot hate a
part of your family; no matter how hard you try. And, of course, you also
survived simply because you are more powerful than he is. But the being
your uncle is the reason why your wands are brothers and why you look similar.
You also act similar. You, Voldemort and James all have an urge to break rules
and do something out of the ordinary. But no matter how hard you try, you
cannot totally hate Voldemort."
"Maybe what you're saying is true. But I still
hate Voldemort enough to kill him," Harry whispered.
"Oh, yes, you are allowed to kill him. There
is a law made especially for you, saying that you are the only one who is allowed
to use the Avada Kedavra curse on a fellow human being! But, of course, you are
only allowed to use the curse on Voldemort," Dumbledore said. "Well, that is
all for today. You may go," Dumbledore added, as if they had just had a normal
conversation. Harry nodded.
"Thank you. I'll go down to breakfast now,"
Harry said hoarsely. He still couldn't cry. He didn't know why. He
dearly wanted to, sometimes, but he couldn't.
Harry had reached the Great Hall, and saw that
only a couple of people had arrived since he had left for Dumbledore's office.
He looked at his watch. It said 6:00 am. He sat next to Rachel.
"Well? What happened?" she demanded, taking a
look at his face, which showed sheer amazement. Harry explained, and by the
time he had finished, the Great Hall was full and their mouths were stuffed
with porridge. He told Ron and Hermione the story, and they were amazed.
Rachel's reaction had been the same. Then Rachel and Harry headed of towards
the Quidditch pitch ("You shouldn't be allowed to skip classes, you know!"
Hermione had called after them.), while the rain continued to pelt down. They
reached the Quidditch pitch, after a few minutes of being blown about by the
gale, saw that the Quidditch pitch had been surrounded by a huge silver shield.
"Hey, captain!" called Ben, a fifth year
Beater. Harry had completely forgotten that he was the new Quidditch captain.
"Hi, Gryffindors. Hi, Madam Hooch! Why are you
here?" Harry asked Madam Hooch.
"Because you're here! Safety procedures," she
answered. Harry nodded, but inside, he was dying to roll his eyes.
They practiced Quidditch all day, diving,
turning, spinning and a lot of other moves. Harry did his usual spectacular
performance, and Rachel was a brilliant Keeper. She didn't even miss one
Quaffle. But a Bludger did knock her off her broom once, though. Fortunately,
she wasn't hurt.
The silver dome kept the rain out of the
Quidditch pitch while they practiced, and no balls escaped. Finally, by
nightfall, the rain slowed down to a stop - just in time for the match.
"That's really good news, huh captain?"
Rachel teased, watching Harry walk around the pitch, prodding the ground.
"Mmm," he replied, not noticing Rachel had
been making fun of him. "This ground is soft, because of the rain, so
obviously, we won't have a very good kick-off, and it's dark, so the Snitch may
be harder for me to see, unless they light up the pitch…" Harry kept muttering
to himself, until Rachel burst out laughing.
"What?" Harry asked.
"L-look!" Rachel gasped, tears of laughter
rolling down her face, and pointed towards the great oak doors at the front of
the castle. Harry burst out laughing once he had seen them. They were laughing
at the Gryffindor students, each who had died their hair half red and half
gold.
"Look at McGonagall!" Harry wheezed, pointing
to the Professor, who had also died her hair, but she had taken the one step
further. She had out a spell on her robes, so that they glowed red and gold,
the colours changing every 2 seconds.
A few minutes later, all of the school had
come down onto the pitch. The sun had disappeared hours ago, instead, the stars
were peeking through and over the many, many clouds that were sill around.
Harry saw Dumbledore's beard shining out of the crowds, and jogged up to him.
"Oh, hello, Harry! I expect you are well
prepared for this match against Ravenclaw?" he said cheerfully, as Harry
reached him. (A/N: If I have mentioned this match before, and I have said it
was Gryffindor against a different House, I am sorry! I wanted it against
Ravenclaw, but I might have mentioned a different House before! K)
"Yeah, we're prepared. But, Professor, could
you do me a favour?" Harry asked.
"It depends. What is this 'favour' you wish
for me to do for you?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling merrily.
"Could you light up the pitch for us? I mean,
this is the first time we have played in a Quidditch match at-" Harry glanced
at his watch "- 8:30pm, and as I – or the Ravenclaw Seeker – have no chance of
seeing the Snitch in the dark, this match could go on until the early hours of
the morning! So could you somehow light up the pitch?"
"Why, certainly. Fairglomunda!"
Dumbledore called, pointing his wand at the sky. One hundred fairies flew out
of his wand, all of them glowing a brilliant white light. They flew higher than
the Goals, and danced around in the sky. Light flooded onto the pitch, so that
it looked as close to daylight as you could get without it actually being
daytime.
"Thank you, sir."
"Your welcome Harry. Now, I know that I'm not
supposed to take sides, but make sure you try to win, okay? I'd like to see you
win the House Cup. After all – Charlie Weasley was not as good as you – and he
could have gone into the English Quidditch team if he hadn't gone off chasing
dragons! I don't think I'm going to become such a popular request as the new
Minister of Magic anymore, especially not after this year," Dumbledore said,
his eyes twinkling. Harry knew what he was getting at.
"No thanks, sir. I don't really want to become
the Minister," he said truthfully.
"I know. And I also know that the occupation
you pick up will be something you exceed at." Harry was confused at
Dumbledore's choice of words, but barley had time to think it over, when
suddenly, a voice called out, "HARRY POTTER! Are you planning on taking part in
this match, or what?" It was Madam Hooch. Harry laughed.
"Of course I am! How could you think that I
wouldn't?! Harry called, conjuring up a tissue and pretending to cry. The crowd
laughed, and so did Madam Hooch.
"Potter – either play or leave. We do not have
time for comedians," a voice snarled from the stands. Of course, it was Snape.
Harry just scowled at him. Earlier that year, Harry had told himself to stand
up to Snape. Harry walked up to Madam Hooch. He looked at the new Ravenclaw
Seeker, who was the captain for her team.
"Congratulations on making it to the place of
a Seeker," Harry said to the girl, shaking her hand.
"Thank you. My name is Maxine," Maxine
replied, shaking Harry's hand. "And let me say it is a pleasure to meet you,"
she added, glancing at Harry's scar. Harry just smiled, but wanted to sigh. He hated
people doing that.
"Mount you brooms!" called Madam Hooch. Harry
jumped onto his broom, gave one last smile to Maxine and concentrated on the
game.
Madam Hooch raised the whistle to her lips.
"3…2…1…tweet!" They all kicked off - Madam Hooch immediately rose with
them - and they were off. Harry slowly glided higher than the others, watching
out for the Snitch, his eyes getting used to the fairies' light. Maxine
obviously had the same tactic as Cho, and was keeping close to him. Harry
rolled his eyes. That was a foolish thing to do, when Harry knew how to get rid
of Seekers who did that. He flew about for a while, keeping Maxine in the corner
of his eye, as she flew next to him. Harry noticed that her broom was a
Firebolt – which wasn't the latest model anymore. There were several other
versions of brooms after that, but Harry's broom was the latest - a Streak
5000. He had bought it for half-price, because he was "Harry Potter".
His
broom had double the speed of a Firebolt, and since he was an extremely good
flyer, he could turn it with ease. Bad turners would have difficulty using the
broom, as it was so fast that it would slip out of control at the slightest
mistake. The English Quidditch team had bought them, as well.
Suddenly, Harry noticed a Bludger streaking
closer and closer to Zack – a Chaser for the Gryffindors. Where were the
Beaters? They were too busy controlling another Bludger, which kept circling
around their heads. He had to do something. He suddenly aimed his broom at the
Chaser, and shot forwards. He sped closer to Zack, and Zack was surprised.
"Go get a goal!" Harry cried. Zack got the
picture, and sped off before Harry had hit him. Harry hit the Bludger, and it
spiralled off, which was what Harry had meant to do. He wasn't hurt at all. All
the while, the new commentator had been shouting out what had been going on.
The new commentator was Ginny Weasley! She was quite a Lee Jordan, when it came
to commentating. Professor McGonagall had been made the second commentator.
"And the new Gryffindor Chaser, Zack Thomas,
has the Quaffle! But – no! The Ravenclaw beater Frank has hit a Bludger towards
him – go Zack! Don't let it get you! WHAT ON EARTH?! Why is Harry Potter about
to fly straight into Zack? WHERE ARE THE BEATERS?? Harry flies to about an inch
away from Zack – Zack speeds off towards the Ravenclaw goals – Harry knocks the
Bludger off-course – Zack gets closer to the goals – he shoots – HE SCORES!! 10
– 0 to Gryffindor!! RACHEL! Stop waltzing with your broom! You have a job to
do! Zack does a victory lap, Harry's doing loop-de-loops and the Gryffindor
team are cheering. And – WHAT? The Ravenclaw Beater attacks Rachel! FOUL!!! You
cheating little –"
"Ginny…" Professor McGonagall warned.
"Sorry, Professor. And there's a free shot to
Gryffindor. Gerri flies up with the
Quaffle, she shoots – she SCORES!!! 20 – 0 in favour of Gryffindor!"
Ginny continued to commentate, while Harry
only half listened. Maxine was still following him, and he still hadn't seen
the Snitch. To see how much Maxine relied on him, Harry sped off as fast as he
could, which was more than Maxine could handle. Harry pelted towards the other
end of the pitch, while Maxine never gave up and kept on flying behind him.
Maxine was going faster than she could keep control – obviously thinking Harry
had seen the Snitch, so when Harry turned his broom very sharply, Maxine
kept on flying and nearly went head first into the stands. While she got
control of her broom again, Harry had flown off into the crowd of other
players. While the Seekers were doing this, Ginny was going overboard with
excitement.
"And Ravenclaw miss a goal. OH MY GOSH!
HARRY'S SEEN THE SNITCH!!" Murmurs spread through the crowd like wildfire, and
the other players were hanging in mid-air, watching. Ginny continued. "He
streaks up the field, he must be getting close to the Snitch now! Faster and
faster – that Streak 5000 is super fast! Maxine is trying to get there before
Harry – as if that'll work – she's going out of control! She can't manage that
speed – Harry's shooting along like a jet – he has to be close, now. Harry is a
metre away from the crowd – and he…TURNS?! Why has he turned? Maxine
goes flying into the crowd and Harry goes away, grinning?" Ginny was confused,
but Professor McGonagall burst out laughing.
"Whaaaaat?" Ginny asked.
"He was bluffing!" Professor McGonagall
wheezed, giggling.
Harry
was looking around, trying to see the Snitch, when Maxine suddenly flew into
view.
"Thank you for making me look like a fool. I
really appreciate it," Maxine said sarcastically.
"Hey, it was your own fault for following me!"
Harry called back. He flew around the pitch for awhile, Maxine close by. She
still hadn't learnt her lesson. After half an hour of flying around, Harry saw
a flash of gold near the ground next to the goal posts where Rachel was. He lay
flat on his broom and dove. The world around him blurred and he was faintly
aware of the commentating going on.
"HARRY REALLY HAS SEEN THE SNITCH!! Go, Harry! He flies closer and closer and –"
Ginny was still commentating.
- Harry was close to the Snitch now, but
suddenly, a broom handle flew into his face, cutting the skin on his right
cheekbone. Harry put his right hand over the wound, and stopped flying. He took
his hand away from his cheek, and saw blood on his fingers. He hovered in
midair, while Ginny was going overboard. The Snitch disappeared.
"FOUL!!!!! Reynolds cut Harry badly in the
cheek!! How could you? You're a Ravenclaw! Not a Slytherin! –" Boos came from
the Slytherin side of the crowds at these words "- HARRY'S BLEEDING!! You
dirty, horrible little –"
"Ginny…" warned Professor McGonagall.
"All right, Professor, but still! Harry's
bleeding! Aww, come on, Madam Hooch! Foul!! All right! A foul to Gryffindor!"
"Ginny! Be fair," Professor McGonagall
scolded.
"All right, Professor. So a stupid, unfair
foul-"
"Ginny!"
"Yes, ma'am. So the cheating –"
"GINNY!"
"Okay, okay. So Harry is badly cut, which
could happen to anyone, I'm sure," Ginny called out through clenched teeth.
While all this was going on, Rachel was working extra hard to prevent
Ravenclaw from winning. Two Ravenclaw Chasers were throwing the Quaffle with so
much energy that Rachel had to dive left and right. She was working flat out.
She missed it a few times, but she caught most.
Harry was still bleeding, but a golden gleam caught his eye. The Snitch!
It was near the fairies in the sky. He lay flat on his broom and pushed. The
broom shot upwards, and he started to go very fast, with Maxine back at his
heels. The world once again blurred, and his robes billowed out around his
ankles while he was getting closer – and closer. He heard Ginny's commentating
faintly.
"Gryffindor's in the lead by 70 – 50. Oh, my
lord! Harry's doing it again! He's getting close –" But the rest of it flew out
of Harry's mind. He was getting nearer and nearer – the fairies' light was too
blinding – he closed his eyes - he stretched out his hand – and felt his
fingers enclose around the Snitch.
"HE'S DONE IT!!!! HARRY'S DONE IT! GRYFFINDOR
WIN, 220 – 50!" Cheers exploded through the Gryffindor area, while the red and
gold hairstyles glowed brightly.
Professor McGonagall was smiling down at Harry. He nodded at Professor
McGonagall, and was enveloped into a hug by the Gryffindors, who had made it
down to him. Rachel fought her way over and joined them. They all broke apart,
and Harry looked down and gasped. His robes were flecked with blood. Harry felt
his cheek, which was still bleeding. He jogged over to Madam Pomfrey who was in
the stands, attending to a Ravenclaw Chaser, who had a black eye.
"Oh, not again! It's always you, isn't
it? Let's get you fixed up," Madam Pomfrey sighed. Harry just grinned, despite
the pain. Madam Pomfrey finished with the Chaser, and a second later, his cheek
had healed, but his robes were still flecked with blood. Dumbledore walked up
to him.
"Harry. Well played, I must say. Just like
your father. Charlie couldn't have done that," Dumbledore said, his eyes
twinkling.
"Thanks," Harry replied. Maxine walked up to
him.
"Oh, Harry! Wonderful catch. Sorry I snapped
at you before - I get a little too competitive in Quidditch. Well done!" she
said, shaking his hand.
"Thank you," he answered, shaking back.
"I need to work on my turning. But still, I
tried. Well, I must go. Sorry about my teammate who hurt you. He is much
more competitive than I am," Maxine said, scratching her neck.
"Yes, well…" he didn't finish his sentence.
"SIR!!" Something flung itself against Harry's
knees.
"Dobby! What are you doing here?" Harry asked,
crouching down.
"Dobby wanted to see Harry Potter play Quidditch.
Sir is very good, but sir! Gary Reynolds has hurt Harry Potter! I is very
disappointed in Gary Reynolds. I is sorry for you, Harry Potter. You has a new
enemy, Dobby thinks," Dobby answered.
"Yeah, me too," Harry replied. Suddenly, Ron,
Hermione and Rachel walked up to him.
"Well done!" Hermione squealed.
"Good on ya, Harry!" Ron yelled, punching
Harry on the arm.
"Well played! You're very good, Harry," Rachel
said.
"So are you!" Harry said to her.
"Are you kidding? I let the scoundrels get
away with five scores!"
"We saw that two of the Chasers were both
trying to score at the same time! Two Quaffles were coming at you every second!
You couldn't have saved them all," Hermione said, putting an arm around her
shoulder.
"Suppose you're right," Rachel said, putting
an arm around Hermione's shoulder.
"Hermione's always right," Ron teased.
Hermione swatted his arm. He put an arm around her shoulder. She turned bright
red. Harry laughed. Rachel put an arm around Harry's shoulder. Harry turned
bright red. Ron laughed.
"Ooh, somebody's got it in for the new girl!"
he mocked.
"SHUT UP!" Harry and Rachel yelled. Ron
grinned.
"Harry, please talk to me privately in the
common room in a few minutes. I need to tell you something," Rachel called over
her shoulder as she and Hermione ran up to the castle.
"Woo!" Ron said to Harry.
"I don't think it's about that, actually,"
Harry replied, and told Ron about the dream he had in the holidays.
"Do you think that she's going to say
something that Dumbledore told you this morning?" Ron asked.
"I don't know. Oh my God – look!" Harry
yelled, pointing to a Dementor that was slowly coming towards them. Everybody
was already inside, and the Quidditch pitch was no longer lit up. The lights
from the castle were dim; the castle was quite far away. The Dementor
approached Ron first.
"Ron! No, don't pass out – " Harry started to
say, but it was too late. Ron was out cold.
"Oh, great. Here we go," Harry muttered, as
the voices swelled into his head once again. For some reason, they were louder
than ever.
"Not Harry! Not Harry!
Please – I'll do anything –"
"Stand aside – stand
aside, girl –"
"Expecto patronum, expecto patronum…" Harry
continually called out, thinking that Sirius was free – he wouldn't have to
live with the Dursleys ever again.
"Lily, take Harry and go!
It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-"
The sounds of someone
stumbling from a room – a door bursting open – a cackle of high-pitched
laughter -
"EXPECTO PATRONUM! EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Harry
yelled, and a fierce, white stag shot out of his wand and raced at the
Dementor. It wasn't a Boggart, for the stag – or Prongs, as Harry preferred to
call his Patronus – was about to attack the Dementor, when the Dementor
retreated and glided into the Forbidden Forest. Harry turned and ran over Ron
and pulled at Ron's arm. Harry saw a large snake on the ground. It was a tree
snake that usually stayed in the Forbidden Forest.
"Help me pull my friend to the castle," Harry
hissed in Parseltongue.
"Sssssure. Why did he passss out?" the snake
asked.
"A Dementor came up to us. Ron passed out when
he saw it," Harry answered.
"Oh, I ssssee," the snake answered. It wrapped
its body around Ron's legs and pulled. With its help, Harry and the snake were
able to pull Ron into the Great Hall.
"Thank you," Harry said in Parseltongue.
"Your welcome. Ssssee you around, I guessss,"
the snake answered, and slithered away into the darkness. Harry, still holding
Ron's arms, dragged him through the castle up to the Hospital Wing.
"What happened here?" Madam Pomfrey asked -
glad Harry wasn't the one that was hurt.
"He saw a Dementor and passed out. I fought
the Dementor, and it went into the Forbidden Forest," Harry answered.
"You're quite your father's son. Always doing
things that the other students didn't or couldn't. I hate to say it, but you
remind me of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named as well," Madam Pomfrey said, shivering.
"Well, I am his nephew – unfortunately," Harry
answered.
~*~
"Where were you?" Rachel asked. Harry
had walked back to the Gryffindor common room, with Ron following. He was fine
– he had just freaked out. Harry told the story, and Rachel burst into tears.
"What?" Harry asked.
"It-it's just that – your Patronus – you said
it was a stag – which is what your father transformed into. It's all very sad,"
she said, sniffling.
"How did you know about him being an
Animagus?" demanded Harry, Ron and Hermione.
"Oh dear. I guess I have to tell you now,
don't I?" Rachel asked.
"Yes, you do," Harry said fiercely.
"Don't get angry! I'm going to tell you now,"
Rachel said. She fluffed up a pillow behind her on the couch where they were
all sitting and started to tell her story.
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Author's Note: Did you like it? Sorry it was so long and that I took awhile in
posting it up, but I had to rewrite some parts of the Quidditch match. Don't
worry, I will type up the conversation they are about to have! The next chapter
might be LONG too.
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Okie days. Now, PLEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAASE
read my original story "The Leprechaun" which is very short and it's sequel
"Return of the Leprechaun". I put a lot of effort into them (as well as this
one) and I am about to start a song fic! (Do not worry – I will also keep
working on this fic!) I really hope you like this so far.
DO
NOT comment on this being a Mary-Sue, because if too many people say that, I
may stop writing this fic - so you have been warned.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except Rachel. All the rest belong to
J.K. Rowling. I would like to thank her for letting us use her characters on
this site!
Okay, please give yourself a pat on the back
if you have made it all the way through this A/N!! **Claps enthusiastically to
the people who have read it all** Thank you!