Authors Note: Hi! Here's part 3 (finally) of my story, I'm sorry it took me so long, I have school, music lessons, sports, TV... allright, allright! Now I'm just making excuses! This takes place like right after part 2. Stuff in italics is a dream.
This chapter is for Nicky; good luck in your baseball game! :)
Chapter 3: Gryffindor Verses Ravenclaw
Ron and Hermione were sitting with fellow Gryffindors, in their common room, both wondering the same thing: where was Harry? When to everyone's surprise the portrait hole swung open and in stepped Professor McGonagall, followed by none other then Harry! "Harry!" cried Hermione running and throwing her arms around him, Harry looking slightly surprised hugged her back. "I suppose you're wondering why Potter, here didn't come on the train this year. He's already explained himself to Professor Dumbledore and me, so I'll let him explain it to you." Said McGonagall. "Goodnight and don't stay up to late." And she left, leaving Harry to tell them about the Dursley's and Dobby's warning. "You don't think this has anything to do with Voldemort?" gasped Ron, "Do you Harry?" "I don't know, nor do I want to." Said Harry, thinking about what might happen to the Dursley's if he showed up in Majorca. "What have I missed so far this year?" he asked, swiftly changing the subject. "Well," began Hermione, "There's OWL's coming up in May and Gryffindors second game, against Ravenclaw tomorrow, we had to use Neville in the first match, as Seeker, cause no one else wanted to play, and were smothered completely by Hufflepuff." "Ohmigosh!" screamed Harry, "Tomorrow? I haven't practiced! What have they been doing without a captain?" "Relax, Harry." Said Ron, "I took over your job, as captain, and played temporary Seeker, for practice. Actually, I've gotten pretty good, if I don't say so myself." "Well, I'm going to go practice out there with them myself." And Harry left. "He didn't take that to well, did he?" said Hermione. "Nope." Said Ron, "Oh well, they'll do fine, they always do!"
The next day dawned bright and clear, perfect Quidditch weather. The teams walked onto the pitch in their house colors, and Madam Hooch, the referee made Harry and the Ravenclaw captain, Cho Chang, shake hands. The whistle blew and they were off: 15 brooms sailing high into the air, to be cheerd on from the fans in the extra high stands. Lee Jordan was commenting and as usual was closely watched by Professor Mc. Gonagall. "And Angelina takes the Quaffle, Ravenclaw's keeper is racing in…" he paused, "And they score! 10-0 Gryffindor!" Harry who had been zooming around above the rest of the players saw for an instant of glint of gold, unfortunately Ravenclaw's Seeker Cho Chang saw it too! They were both diving in high speed pursuit of the glittering gold ball, when suddenly there was a crack of thunder and bolts of lightening followed. The crowd gasped as a bolt nearly hit Harry and he was forced to swerve off coarse. He had an idea of who was fooling with the weather, for just the other day they had been taught in Potions a spell that changed the weather to reflect ones mood. It had been Draco Malfoy himself who had had asked Snape to teach them that particular spell... Harry spotted Malfoy in the crowd and sped over to him, dodging bolts of lightening along the way, "Expelliarmus!" he yelled and Malfoy's wand was whipped out of his hand. The weather would slowly turn back to normal, when the spell-caster loses concentration. He turned on a dime and sped over to Cho Chang, his superior broom catching up to her in mid dive. In that split second he had forgotten about the lightening and was staring around for the Snitch, when his broom spun out of control; he had been hit! The feeling of the lightening coursing through his body was amazing, but painful too. He wrenched his broom out of it's spin and dived towards the ground and the Snitch. He had to land so that the lightening would be absorbed into the ground. 15 feet…10 feet…5 feet…he reached out his hand and he had it! He barely registered the pain of hitting the ground face first before passing out-Gryffindor had won!
"Harry?" someone (Hermione?) asked just as Harry woke up. "Go!" this time it was Madam Pomfry, "This boy needs his rest! Can't you see he's not even awake?" He heard the door to the hospital wing bang shut and Ron's angry voice floating back in, muttering something about him getting rest by being asleep. "But, I'm awake!" called Harry after them without opening his eyes. "Oh, so you've finally woken up, have you now?" asked Madam Pomfry, "Been out for days you have, made your friends very worried, they've been coming to see you everyday." "Can you call them back please?" "No! They saw you yesterday and the day before." "But they haven't talked to me." Pleaded Harry." "Oh alright" she sighed. And a moment later as if dragged by an invisible string Ron and Hermione came backwards into the room. "Harry! You won!" yelled Ron. "You missed Neville standing up to Snape!" said Hermione. "Yeah it was great" commented Ron, "Snape was trying to tell Neville how to make a shrinking potion, remember the one that Neville had trouble with a couples years ago? Well everyone thought he had never learned it and when Snape tried to explain it Neville told him that he knew how and sloshed some on Snape! You should have seen Snape's fury after he was restored!" "Ron didn't want to restore him." sniffed Hermione. "I'm not surprised." said Harry, "So how long a detention did Neville get anyway?" "That's the best part! He didn't get any, Professor Malfoy helped him out. Amazing, huh?" exclaimed Ron. "Yeah, who would have thought?" sighed Harry. "What's wrong, Harry?" asked a concerned Hermione, "Are you tired?" "No, it's just, well, I had this dream and-and I thought that I lived with Sirius Black and Dumbledore hadn't died and that, well, that everything was different. And now I wake up and everything's the same." Ron was about to reply when Madam Pomfry bustled in and told them to leave. "Bye guys." Harry said as they left, calling similar farewells.
That night Harry dreamed again, almost the same as last nights, it was so lifelike he thought he was awake.
He walked down to breakfast, in a small house in Hogsmeade. The sky outside was blue and cloudless. He heard a welcome sound, his Godfather Sirius Black making breakfast by hand, breaking many dishes in the process. "Hi, um, Sirius." Said Harry, as he walked in and sat down, that was the problem: he had never known what to call Sirius, he couldn't very well call him "Dad." "Good mourning, Harry." Said Sirius returning Harry's friendly smile, "Ready to go back to Hogwarts?" He had forgotten! He was going to Hogwarts today and soon would be seeing his friends again! He had just spent a wonderful summer with his Godfather and was ready to head back to Hogwarts and spend some time catching up with his best friend Draco Malfoy. He wished he had decided to go in Slytherin, where Malfoy had convinced him he belonged, instead he was in wimpy Gryffindor! He was also stuck with most of the Weasley kids, from a poor family and Miss. Know-it-all Hermione Granger.
Sirius gave him a ride to nearby Hogwarts, on his flying motorbike. He arrived at the school to find the Slytherins in an uproar and the Gryffindors beside themselves with glee, what was going on? "Hey, Harry, over here." Harry looked around for the source of the voice, it was Crabbe, another of Malfoy's and his friends. "What's up?" Asked Harry. "It's Draco." said Goyle, another friend, "He's not coming this year! He's in trouble with the Ministry of Magic, for using magic outside of school. Can you believe this? And all because he contaminated the water in the muggle world and caused a major drought!!" "Wow" Said Harry in amazement, "They're getting picky! I wish Draco was coming, the year won't be as fun without him. But at least now I'll get all of Snape's attention!"
Harry made for his house common room, after the great feast, feeling full and ready to go to bed. He was stopped by Hermione and Ron. "We know you've won loads of points for Gryffindor and are the star Seeker, but we think it's about time you start making friends with some of your fellow house members, not just Slytherin." They said at once, as if they had rehearsed it, which they probably had. "Okay, okay, enough already!" Answered Harry.
Harry woke with a start, what a nightmare that had been, but good too in it's own way; for he had dreamt about life with his Godfather. The worst part, he thought, was not being with his friends. Was that a sign that he had to give up one thing to gain another?
After two more days of bed rest and daily visits from his friends, Harry was allowed to leave the hospital wing. He was stopped in the hall, by Professor McGonagall, on his way to Defense of the Dark Arts. "Potter, I'd like a word with you in my office." He followed without complaint, for he knew he wasn't in trouble. "It's about the Dursleys" Said McGonagall gravely, "I'm sorry Harry, but they were killed by you-know-who-" "Say his name; Voldemort!" interrupted Harry. "Voldemort was apparently looking for you, and when you weren't found there he took it out on your poor relatives. There has been no sign of him since." McGonagall said sadly. "What is going to happen to me now?" asked Harry shakily. "That has not been decided yet, I'm sorry, Harry, you may skip the rest of classes if you like, your teachers will be informed." "Okay, thanks. Oh yeah, please don't tell anyone else, please." Said Harry, leaving quietly.
"Harry, what's wrong?" asked Ron, he had come into the dormitory during lunch to find Harry crying on his bed. "Nothing!" Harry snapped. "Well, if it's nothing, why weren't in class?" asked Ron, not believing a word of it. "Just because." Answered Harry, "I'll come to the rest of the classes."
Ron walked ahead of Harry and had a quiet word with Hermione. "What do you think it is?" asked Hermione. "I think it has something to do with his Muggle relatives and Dobby's warning." Said Ron, "Maybe you can get it out of him." "Harry," began Hermione, "Is anything wrong?" "No-well, yes!" said Harry, thinking he'd better get it all out at once, "The Dursley's are dead, killed by Voldemort, that's why Dobby told me to leave, he knew Voldemort was coming! And-and now I'm an orphan!" "Why don't you come and live with me?" asked Ron. "I can't," Harry sobbed, "They won't let me!" "Come on, Harry, you don't know that." Said Hermione, putting an arm around him. "I'll take you back to the Dormitory's."
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Christmas came, but it wasn't much fun for poor Harry. He got lots of gifts, even something from Sirius Black and had a wonderful time at the school feast, but it wasn't the same. He dreamed again, on Christmas night, this dream continuing from the old one.
"Harry, emergency meeting in the Trophy Room, midnight tonight, tell no one!" it was Crabbe's voice, waking Harry out of his peaceful slumber. He looked over at Crabbe and nodded, looking at his clock, it was 2:00 in the morning! Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he sat up and watching Crabbe leave the room suddenly remembered that he always told Crabbe the passwords, just in case. If the other Gryffindors ever found out-he didn't have time to finish that thought, for at that moment Ron's voice broke into his thoughts, "You really shouldn't have done that, Harry. What if I was to tell Professor McGonagall or Professor Dumbledore what you did?" "So what if you do?" smirked Harry, "That won't keep me from telling it to him next time the password changes, will it?" "I thought you were supposed to be trying to make friends with the rest of your house?" asked Ron, "Hermione and me will be your friends if you at least try to talk to us."
Harry was jolted awake by his alarm: Quidditch practice, how could he have forgotten?
-End- For now...
Sorry about several of the larger paragraphs, they must get annoying to read, but I wanted to get this up, instead of shortening them down...
There is a part 4 and a part 5 and a part 6... Eventually, just be patiant! And since you're all patiant people I'm sure I won't get any flames, if I do they'll be scoffed at, printed off, and taken to school, for my friends to read and laugh at! So there!