Chapter 5


A/N: I am going to be going solo on the rest of this story, and perhaps the other stories, Silver Strike is going to be writing Redwall fanfics now, and his own novel, "Second Prophesy", a sequel to Clement-Davies' Fire Bringer. Anyway, I'm putting myself and two of m friend in this story. See if you can guess who we are!!

~ Gingitsune ~


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A/N: Sorry about the last chapter, I know I said quidditch would be in it, but for plot purposes I needed a cliffie! And by the way, what happened to Renekal and Snape?!??!?!


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"Harry." Sirius ran as fast as he could to the still form of his godson. "Oh God, no, please no..." He was saying as he arrived to take Harry to Hogwarts. "I- is it o-over *cough*" Harry said. Despite the fact that there were no visible injuries, Sirius was so careful in the manner in which he and Harry took the portkey back to Hogwarts, that one might have thought he was transporting an extremely thin water balloon, filled to bursting, which would fit Sirius quite well.


"Well Poppy? Will he live?" Dumbledore asked. Sirius was stuck frozen to a chair by the full body bind after blocking Madame Pomfrey's light and peppering her with questions on Harry's prognosis, every 5 seconds. "Don't you know where his Phoenix is?" The nurse asked. "Renekal is hibernating in Harry's dorm room, shooting flames at anyone who comes in. But, what's wrong with Harry?!" The nurse stepped back, saying "Well, he is magically bursting, and he needs to get some sort of release, and soon, not just teleporting Death Eaters, I mean a full fledged battle and maybe even transforming into a magical animal. I just don't know."


Harry woke up a day later, to a group of his friends and teachers, who had just come in from Gryffindor's quidditch tryouts. Ron was the new keeper, and Harry had been voted Captain of the team. "Harry, what happened?" Harry just smiled and said he would tell them when he could. "Hey Harry, when do quidditch practices start?" Harry glared at Ron, desperately trying to keep a straight face. "I have no bloody idea, and if you ask again before I'm out of here, you'll be rooming with me in the hospital wing."


"What do we do Lucius?" A Death Eater named Avery asked. "Avery, I just don't know, I have no idea what the spell that did this was, but now there is one more reason the kill the potter boy." Lucius Malfoy stood next to Avery as the two men looked at the still figure on the stone table. A small, bald man with one hand walked towards them, "Is he going to make it?" "Wormtail, I have wondered how the Lord put up with your stupidity. Of course he will make it! Fool!" Wormtail began to say something, thought better of it and ran off, transforming into a rat as he went.


"Hey, Harry, I just found out you didn't get your birthday presents, and we decided to go to the Dursely's and get 'em. Howzat?" Sirius looked at his Godson affectionately. "Anyway, from Ron, you have a camera that, when needed, can shoot boiling hot water at people, the ultimate in concealed self-defense, from Hermoine, a book with every type of spell imaginable, all you have to do, is say: "How do I transfigure a cat into a rock? Or something similar, and you have the spell. I got you a giant box of chocolate frogs, and a score of eagle feather quills. Moony has decided to get you a broom case, black leather, with red and gold lining, a lion on the front, Harry James Potter on the side. The inside, is lined with red velvet, a caved in area with for your wand and broom, and a spell that only you can unlock to open the blasted thing." Harry was looking dumbfounded. "But what about my school stuff?" Dumbledore smiled, saying, "I thought you'd never ask. Professor Mcgonogall went to Diagon Alley before term started, and forgot to tell you, since you didn't get the letter, I suppose you ought to know, you are now quidditch team captain and one of the Gryffindor prefects, along with Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger."


Harry spent that night in the dormitory, another dreamless night. "Hey Harry, wake up, we got class today, and breakfast." Ron added as an afterthought. Harry woke up and saw Ron already dressed, in ironed and pressed shirt and trousers, wearing some sort of cologne, and a smile playing about the corners of his mouth. Wonder what that's about? Harry thought as he got dressed.


Once in the Great Hall, Harry noticed that Snape was missing from the staff table. "Ron, where's Snape?" Harry asked thinking back to the Salem Academy rescue, and remembering that Snape wasn't there, Death Eater or otherwise. "He's been missing for almost a week. Potions have been canceled. As much as I hate to say it, I almost miss that class." Ron sat down next to Fred and George, who began giggling like mad, as though the just saw the funniest thing in the world. Professor Dumbledore stood and addressed the school. "As many of you may have noticed, Hogwarts is currently housing the refugees from the Salem magical schools. They will be staying at Hogwarts for the remainder of the year, and as such, must be sorted. If the lord Phoenix will come up and begin?"


Harry, having planned this with the Headmaster, stood and walked towards the Sorting Hat, and summoned the scroll with the students names. I will call the first years, then the second years, then the third and so on. When I call your name come sit on the stool and I will place the hat on your head." opening the scroll, Harry read, " Flint, Rory!" "Slytherin!" "Mozal, Allen!" "Ravenclaw!" "And now the fifth years! Behlan, Mike!" The hat settled on Mike's head whispering in his ear, "Another comedian eh, Gryffindor!!" The tables magically grew to accommodate the new students. "Lynn, Thomas!" The hat chuckled as it sat on the boy's head saying, "Ah, the partner in crime to the last fellow, better not split you up, Gryffindor!" Thomas nearly ran to the table as he and his friend share strange salute, involving the two shouting "SHISH KABOB, AHOY!" and then shooting their arms in the air several times. Harry watched as the two moved their chairs over by the Weasely twins, all four of them were conversing in low tones, while another Gryffindor (Barnett, Megan!) Sat down next to them and also listened to the planning of inevitable pranks, until, Breakfast was served, when they emerged from their huddle, all five of them had evil grins on their faces.


Breakfast passed uneventfully until Ron shot into the air, Sparks shooting from his nose. The three new Gryffindors and the Weasley twins burst out laughing as the latter shouted, "Sorry, forgot about that Ron!"


Ron left early after his "acrobatics" display in the air over the eating students. The laughter drowned out some of what he was saying. "Oh man... hope... e... didn't see that." Harry swore to himself to find out what he meant. "Say, Harry? Mike and I are both chasers. Ah, we were wondering if, ah, since we weren't here for the tryouts-" Harry interrupted . "Of course you can tryout for the team. I just want you to know, first match is against Slytherin on Saturday!"


A/N: Hey, I almost forgot the Quidditch! Ain't that a shame!!!?



"Alright Thomas, see if you can get the quaffle past Ron first, you go solo, then the other chasers will help, then we'll incorporate the bludgers." Harry said in one breath as he stood on his broom in the center of the pitch. Mike was floating next to him on his own Firebolt. He had already passed the trial, and was chaser in place of Katie Bell. He hoped Thomas could at least pass.


Quaffle after quaffle flew by Ron at an incredible rate of speed. Ron was so bewildered, he jumped off his broom ten feet in the air and stormed off to the castle, only to be stopped by Harry who after pointing out that leaving would lose Ron the position, had to duck to avoid being hit by the blur that was the keeper, flying back to the goal posts. Having surpassed the expectations of everyone present, Thomas made the team.


"So Harry, Do you think we could re-institute the Marauders?" Thomas and Mike chorused as Harry finished telling them the story of Messrs. Padfoot, Mooney, Prongs, and Wormtail. Harry answered by presenting the duo with badges. "I thought you'd never ask. Now come on, game starts in five minutes." Harry led the two to the pitch, talking about pranks, plans, and other marauder stuff, joined by Ron outside the Great Hall.


"Think we should stop them Sirius?" Lupin asked, from under an invisibility cloak, spying on the foursome.



"Today's match is Slytherin v.s. Gryffindor!" shouted Seamus Finnigan, the new commentator, "Madame Hooch releases the snitch, bludgers, and.... the qaffle! Gryffindor's Thomas Lynn in possession, now Mike Behlan, Lynn, Behlan, Ly-Behl, Forget it, Gryffindor has the quaffle!" Seamus said, slightly miffed at the two players, who, at the moment were passing back and forth so fast noone could tell who had the quaffle. "Hey Mike, ready?" " You know it!" The two fell into formation and streaked around the pitch, leaving the crowd feeling the wake, and sped towards the goal, Mike feinted, and Thomas blasted the last three meters to put the Quaffle through the hoop five times in a row. "LYNN SCORES!!! 10 no 30, wait, 50 points to Gryffindor! Geez, stop moving so fast!" Thomas Popped up in front of Finnigan with a grin on his face. "Why?" and zoomed off to resume play.


Harry, meanwhile, was searching for the snitch, Malfoy once again, trailing him. Try and catch this! Harry said as he was about to feint a dive. He stopped and changed direction slightly, having seen the snitch. Malfoy muttered to himself, "Nope not falling for that again."

He almost fell off his broom as he heard Seamus screaming, Gryffindor wins! 200 to 30!!" Malfoy could be heard cursing the rest of the day.


A/N: Aren't you glad I added that? R&R as always.