Hogwarts A New
Beginning: Memories and Melodies
AN: All
characters in this fic, and almost all spells belong to J.K Rowling. Only the
blot and a few spells belong to me. I am so sorry it took so long to post this
fic. With science fair, big History project, and all kinds of things to do,
I just have not had the time. L But this fic is a lot longer, to make
up for it. Read and Review! AND NO FLAMES!!! Thanks a lot. Now "Imperio! Read
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It turned out
indeed to be a sunny day. After breakfast Ron, Harry, Charlie, Bill, and
surprisingly, even Ginny and Hermione went to play Quidditch.
"Harry! That's
the 6th time you've caught the snitch!" said Ron admirably.
"Ease up, and
let some us get a chance to play more than ten minutes," said Ron.
"Yes," said
Hermione, "Please do."
"Alright,
alright!" said Harry laughing, "I'll ease up"
"Good!" said
Ginny
Harry turned
around. Charlie looked stunned.
"What's
wrong?" Harry said
Charlie
smiled, "I can't believe you are actually better than me. At first I thought it
was just a fluke. I knew you were a good seeker but jeese!"
"Well that was
obvious since first year," said Ginny.
Everyone
laughed. Then they began to play. After 30 mutes they stopped when Harry had
caught the snitch.
"This is
getting tiring," said Hermione
"I agree,"
said Ginny.
"Yeah, what do
you say we head back to the house, eh? Asked Charlie.
Everyone agreed.
They started heading back to the house. When they got there Mrs. Weasley was
already waiting for them.
"It's 4:30.
How about an early dinner, eh? You guys are surely hungry after all that
Quidditch." Said Mrs. Weasley.
Just then
Harry realized just how hungry he was.
"Yes, please"
everyone replied.
"Great said
Mrs. Weasley. " Lets eat out here, It's warm right now."
Then Charlie
conjured a large table out of thin air. It landed softly on the ground. Then
Bill conjured plates, forks, spoons, knives, and cups, which landed on the
table gently as well.
"Now all we
need is the food."
"Did someone
say food?" said Percy from his bedroom window.
"Yeah, come on
down, Perc." Said Charlie.
Then Hermione
said, "I think I'll go take a quick wash-up before dinner."
"Me too," said
Harry
"You two are
going to wash up together?! Wa…!? Said Fred and George walking outside.
"Yeah, sure,"
said Harry sarcastically.
"Oh, honesty!"
said Hermione.
Fifteen minutes
later Harry came out, looking refreshed. Hermione came out five minutes later.
They walked over to the table. Everyone was already sitting around it. Harry
took a seat next to Ron. Hermione sat next to Ginny.
"Ok!, they're
back, can we eat now! Whined Fred.
"Yes" said Ms.
Weasley, who had came to the table while Harry and Hermione had left the house.
They all
started to eat.
***Malfoy
Mannor***
There he sat
still at his desk. Ten crumbled pieces of paper lay on the floor around him.
"Ok, I'm going
to do this right this time," Draco thought to himself."
He looked over
his letter written to his father which read:
Dear Mr. Lucius Malfoy:
You have
been selected out of my vast amount of death eaters. Meet me in Australia at
the new location. I know this might not sound like my way, and it normally
isn't, but you must take the muggle flying apparatus. This is only to avoid
suspicion. The ministry wizards have been closely watching the apparation of
wizards and flying of brooms. You will
wait for me there. If I am not there then lets just say your luck has run
out.
-The
Dark Lord
He took out
his wand and then went through the drawers and pulled out an old letter that he
had stole it from his dad's office a while back. The Dark Lord himself had sent
it to his father. Draco raised his wand. He pointed the wand at the old letter
and muttered "forgium scripta!" There was a small flash of violet light.
Ghost letters of the words floated off the paper. He then pointed his wand, the
words still on it, at the letter he wrote, and muttered "Scripta transfixum!"
Suddenly his writing changed to the handwriting of the letter the dark lord
sent to his father. He had learned this spell in his 5th year at
Hogwarts. He used it originally to forge Snape's signature to get into the
restricted area in the library when Snape was away. He also used this
opportunity to send fake letters to Ron, Hermione, and Harry playing practical
jokes. He once sent Hermione a letter in Professor Mgonogall's handwriting
saying she failed every test and was expelled from Hogwarts. When she had
finally found out who had really sent it to her, Draco got slapped so hard it
hurt him to think about it.
"I hope he
buys this," Draco thought to himself.
He then pulled
put a self- sticking envelope and stuffed the letter in the envelope. He then
turned the envelope over on the front and pointed his wand at the front right
hand corner of the envelope and muttered "Morsmordre Insignificantem!" A
jet of black light shot from his wand. It hit the envelope. On the upper right
hand corner there was a minute skull with a serpent coming out from its mouth.
It was a small version of the Dark Mark. The Dark Lord put that on all of his
envelopes, to let the death eaters know who it was from.
Draco never
liked this spell. It reminded him of just how mean and un-caring his father
was. In particular the day that his father taught him this very spell.
"Come on
boy!" said Lucius. "It is a simple spell. The large one is more complex, but this
is a piece of cake." " I bet the filthy Mudblood could do it! You know the one
that did you out for the 5th year in a row in all of your classes!
How can you go on, knowing that a Mudlbood outdoes you in all your classes! Now
the spell is Morsmordre Insignificantem! Now do it right this time.
Draco
picked up his wand. He pointed it at a blank piece of parchment.
Then he
said "Morsmordre Indignificanatatem! Nothing happened.
At this
Lucius was outraged. " Not only did you did nothing happen, but you totally
said it wrong! I am tired of your silly mistakes. Are you some kind of
idiot?!!" Lucius bellowed. "Crucio!" he yelled. Draco screamed louder than ever
before.
When he looked
back on that moment now, the few days after that were a bit of a blur, because
of the pain and after affects of the curse. He suddenly jerked back into the
present.
He picked up
the envelope with the name Lucius Malfoy written on it, and walked over to the
window. He then called his owl. She flew up to the window.
"Good, Melany,"
he began. "Now, take this letter to my father. It is not from me, but the Dark
Lord."
The owl gave a
shudder as if she too was afraid of the name.
"He is in the
study"
Draco took out
his wand again. He pointed it at the owl and muttered "Stelthio Meligmus!" The
owl became invisible. Then by the rush of wind, Draco could tell that Melany
had gone to deliver the letter.
"I hope this
works," thought Draco.
***At
Hogwarts***
Mr. Weasley
walked swiftly through the corridors until he reached the Gargoyle statue. He
was accompanied by Professor Sprout
"tweet" said
Sprout.
The gargoyle
immediately jumped aside. They walked into the room. Professor Mgonogall ,
Professor Dumbledore, and Professor Snape were standing near a large circular
table. He walked further into the room. There standing by a wall in the corner
was Sirius Black.
"What are you
doing here?" asked Mr.Weasley, jovially to Sirius.
"I asked him
to come," said Dumbledore. "He would be prone to help us since he is our Defense
Against The Dark Arts teacher, so he might be able to provide us with some
useful information, you see," said Dumbledore.
"I believe we
should get right down to business," said Mgonogall.
"As you
probably know," Dumbledore began. "there have been various rumors that
Voldemort is planning one trying supposedly another attack this upcoming year
at Hogwarts."
Everyone in
the room except Dumbledore and Sirius shuddered, but Dumbledore took no notice.
"I am not sure
whether or not these rumors are true…" Dumbledore continued. "but taking into
account the past incidents where Voldemort tried to attack the school, as well
as Harry Potter. You do remember only last year when Voldemort tried getting
him at the Dursleys."
"Yes, we do,"
said Sirius with a look of pure hatred on his face.
"Have any of
you heard any other out of the ordinary rumors lately?" asked Dumbledore.
It was Sirius
who responded first.
" Yes I have,"
said Sirius. "I was walking in Diagon Alley, and stopped at a peculiar shop. It
was a new store… I believe it was called " Mischievous Magical Maniacs". I
thought it was odd that such a shop could be found in Diagon Alley. I stepped
inside, and I heard two wizards, no doubt death eaters, were saying that
someone was planning another attack on Harry Potter sometime in 7th
year." Said Sirius.
"Anything
else?" asked Dumbledore.
Then Mr.
Weasley said "er- yes." "That Malfoy boy came to my house. He said something
about the Dark Lord and his father planning something horrible at Hogwarts this
year."
" I see…" said
Dumbledore. " It all fits together. One thing that was common in all of the
rumors is that it is supposed to be happening at Hogwarts when Harry Potter is
in 7th year, and therefore the year in which he will graduate."
"But Dumbledore,
are you sure that all of these rumors are true?" asked Snape.
"One can never
be absolutely sure about rumors, however if you are asking me if I think there
is some truth in these rumors, then my answer is yes." Dumbledore replied.
"Ahh- Professor
Snape, are you up to your usual part in these matters?" asked Dumbledore.
"You mean
being a double agent?" Professor Sprout asked.
Everyone
turned around. It was as if they had just realized that he was there.
"Yes, I am
ready." Said Snape, interrupting the silence.
Dumbledore
nodded, then turned to Sprout.
"Professor
Sprout I didn't notice you over there in the corner. I meant to excuse you
earlier. Well anyway, you are excused." Said Dumbledore.
Professor
Sprout walked out of the room.
Then
Dumbledore turned to face Mr. Weasley.
"Now, as you
may have guessed, there is a very important reason that I have asked you here,
Arthur," began Dumbledore. "Though you work at the Ministry, I am not sure you
would know the information I am about to tell you. Cornelius Fudge is dead. He
was found in his office, with a note saying that the same fate would befall all
who go against the Dark Order. His death was hushed up so well by the higher
braches of the Ministry that very few know this who even work within the
Ministry."
Mr. Weasley
looked shocked.
Dumbledore
continued, "The Ministry felt that I should be in charge of finding a new
Minister of Magic. I was hoping that you could take over as temporary Minister
of Magic. If you are a good Minister while at post, you title, with your
approval, of course, will be made permanent. Once at your post I was thinking
that you could send a few Ministry Wizards to Hogwarts. I cannot persuade the
Ministry to send guards here because of a rumor, with no actual proof, to say,
that it is surely going to happen. You, however could not only do as a favor
me, but out of concern for Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the others that attend
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Besides it is about time we had a
Minister of Magic with an open mind and no blindness to the fact of reason, not
to mention common sense and the ability to plan ahead, just in case. I also
want to make it clear that you are under no obligation whatsoever to take this
offer. Take your time talk it over with you wife, then decide. I also want to
remind you that there are risks to this. What happened to Fudge could very well
happen to you. Though I believe that in light of what happened to Fudge, there
will be a great increase of protection, making the chances very low that the
same thing would happen to you. But it still could. I also think it fit for you
to recognize that taking up the post as Minister of Magic, also gives you all
of the responsibilities of the job."
Mr. Weasley,
who still looked as if he was in a state of shock, just nodded.
Then Mr.
Wealey said, "I will talk to them,"
Then Mr.
Weasley paused, then he said, "But there is one thing that has been on my mind.
I' ve been wondering why… well don't you think it's odd that - well that Malfoy
boy would try to warn us? I mean, from what Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny say
about him, they seem to be total enemies. He supposedly hates the way we run
our family, and who our friends are. And his father-- well I won't even get
started on him!"
Dumbledore
looked at him and then he said, "yes, very odd indeed."
***
"I can't
believe it is already 7:45!" said Percy. "I have only got through half of my
report on broom compasses!" Said Percy.
"Me either," said
Mrs. Weasley. " The day has just flown by, hasn't it?"
"That was a
great dinner, Mrs. Weasley," said Harry.
"Why thank you
dear," said Mrs. Weasley with a smile.
Then she
turned to the rest of the table.
"Has everyone
had enough food?" asked Mrs. Weasley thoughtfully.
"Yes," said
everyone in unison, "Thanks."
Everyone got
up. Mrs. Weasley pulled out her and with one wave, the food remains, table,
everything on it, and the chairs disappeared.
Then Mrs.
Weasley turned to all of them.
"You all
should go shower off, after playing quidditch for so long," said said. " That
is except for Hermione and Harry," she added.
They all
walked inside.
In no time it
was time to go to sleep.
"Go to bed,"
called Mrs. Weasley at 11 o'clock. "Go on now."
Harry and Ron
dashed to Ron's room. Hermione and Ginny to Ginny's room, and everyone else to
theirs.
Harry and Ron
were dressed and in their beds in no time. Right when Harry was about to say
good night to Ron, and Ron was about to turn of the light, two heads popped in
the crack in the door. Fred and George walked in.
"Hey guys,
guess what!" said Fred and George in excited whispers. "While you guys were off
playing Quidditch, we've been working on these.
Fred and
George pulled out two clear square blocks.
"What are
they?" asked Ron.
"They're
alarms!" said George.
"Really?"
asked Harry. " How do they work?"
"Well if
someone comes near the room with cruel intentions…" George began.
"Then it will
set off a dung bomb, that will wake you up," said Fred, finishing George's
sentence.
"We think we
are going to put it in the joke shop. It all goes well we will sell a billion
of em! After they graduated, Mrs. Weasley finally gave up in her pursuit of stopping
them from starting a joke shop. Fred and George then started one in Diagon
Alley. It was a big success. Now a Weasley's Wizard Wheezes shop could be found
all across the wizarding world.
"These alarms
were made especially for you," Fred added.
"Er-er thanks"
said Harry and Ron.
George placed
one of the squares by Ron, and Fred place the other by Harry. Then they walked
out of the room.
Then Harry and
Ron went to sleep. Luckily the night passed without the alarms going off, so in
the morning the room smelled as it always did.
The next few
days passed without incident. Within no time it was time to pack for the trip
back to Hogwarts. It was the night before they leave.
"Do you have
everything packed?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Almost," said
Ron and Harry.
"All done
mum," said Ginny.
"Yes," added
Hermione looking at Ron and Harry, "We've been done for ages."
"How far did
you say you got again?" asked Ginny tauntingly to Harry and Ron.
Harry was
pretty sure that he heard Ron mutter "…well bully for you, Mr. and Mrs. Git!.
But then Ron replied louder so that Ginny and Hermione could hear- "almost
done."
Then Bill and
Charlie walked in.
" Hey guys, we
were wondering…" Bill began. " if -er wanted to have a cup of tea before you
guys go to sleep? You know like a goodbye party."
Everyone
agreed. They all walked from Ron's room down to the kitchen. The table was
completely empty.
"Oh- we put
the tea in the living room, on the table near the fire. It is a bit nippy in
here," said Charlie.
They all then
walked into the living room. The table near the fire was full of tea cups, and
there in the very center of the table was a huge tea pot and right beside it
was a huge plate of crumpets. They all sat down.
Mrs. Weasley
was following them. Before walking into the room, she glanced at the clock. Mr.
Weasley's hand was on traveling. Then his hand moved to home.
"I'm coming
dear," called Mrs. Weasley. "Kids, I will be with you in a moment. Your father
is here. She turned around just as Mr. Weasley was coming through the door. He
looked fine, though slightly pale.
"Are you
alright dear?" asked Mrs. Weasley thoughtfully.
"Oh, I'm fine
Molly," replied Mr. Weasley.
"What did
Dumbledore want to…" began Mrs. Weasley.
"I'll tell you
about it later," said Mr. Weasley sharply, seeing Fred and George edging ever
closer.
Mrs. Weasley
nodded. They then walked into the room where everyone was sitting. Everyone;s
cup seemed to be empty.
"We didn't
want to start without you" said Hermione.
Mr. and Mrs.
Weasley sat down. Halfway through their tea, when Ron blurted out, " So, dad
what did you go to Hogwarts for?!"
"Sorry Ron, I
can't tell you. It is supposed to be a secret," replied Mr. Weasley.
" But dad,
please, we promise we won't tell!" whined Fred and George.
"Yeah we
promise!" said everyone except Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
"No, I can't
and I wont," said Mr. Weasley in a tone much like Dumbledore's that suggested
that the subject was closed.
After that
Bill and Charlie then started a conversation on a new topic.
" So this is
you last year at Hogwarts." Said Charlie.
Percy looked
bored out of his mind.
"You know I
really should be getting back to my report," said Percy.
"Percy!! Give
it a rest! This is supposed to be a going into 7th year party, and
as usual all you can do it talk about work. Now shut up and enjoy it!" said
Ron.
Percy looked
very taken aback.
"Well excuse
me! Mr. Crouch said that the more you work to more you will get out of life. So
I am trying to do that you very much!!" said Percy angrily.
"Oh will you
shut up, about Crouch!" said Ron angrily. "That stupid windbag, let his son out
of Azkaban, Voldemort's biggest supporter. He did this only for him to kidnap
Harry, send him and Diggory to Voldemort, get Cedric killed, and almost kill
Harry, and send everyone into a state of shock. And he did all this to what…
get himself killed by his own son! He is dead! He is gone! He is not coming
back! Look where all of his sayings and reputations and smarts, and idealistic
way got him! In his own pathetic grave!" Ron bellowed angrily.
"Shut up !
just Shut UP!!! He was a good man, whether you believe it or not!" cried Percy.
Then he ran
out of the room. He looked as if he could cry.
"Ron! How dare
you do that!" shouted Mrs. Weasley. And to your own brother!" She began to
stand up but Mr. Weasley pulled her back. "Give him some time to cool off
first, Molly.
"He deserves
it!" Ron whispered to Harry. "He talks of Mr. Crouch as if he were married to
him or something!"
In his room,
Percy was pacing angrily.
"I have got to
find a way to bring Mr. Crouch back! There is supposedly no spell to bring back
the dead. If someone figured out a killing curse, they must've thought of a
counter-curse to the spell.
***
Back in the
living room, everyone was just finishing their tea.
"That tea was
great!" said Harry feeling unusually warm.
Everyone
agreed.
Then they all
got up. Before anyone left the room, Charlie waved his wand and the teacups,
and plates disappeared.
Then Mrs.
Weasley looked at the floor.
"Oh.. I
guessed some crumbs were made."
"Don't worry,
I will clean it up, mum," said Bill
He raised his
wand and said "Supirsio!" The floor was instantly crumb- free.
Then they all
walked up stairs.
Everyone went
to there proper rooms.
Harry and Ron
got ready for bed. They finished packing their things, and put their trunks
into the corner.
Then Harry
said, "I think that I will go get some water."
Ron nearly
jumped out of fright.
"That is
exactly what you said last night before dad busted into the room and stunned
me. How about I go down and get it!"
"Er- ok," said
Harry.
Ron opened the
door and walked out of the room.
He walked down
the stairs, and past his parents' room. He went into the kitchen. He then
poured a glass of water and began back up the stairs.
On his way up
he passed Percy's room. He stopped and peered in the cracked door. Percy was at
his desk, writing. He then cleared his throat.
Percy looked
at him.
"Er- I am
really sorry for what I said," Ron started. " It is just that we were
celebrating us making it to 7th year. It is like every time we try
to do something fun, you always talk about Mr. Crouch like he is much more
important than your family and friends. You also make it sound like you care
about working more than us. I was just hoping you could forgive me," said Ron.
Percy then
looked at him and said, "Ok. I forgive you for what you said."
"Don't forgive
me for that. I meant what I said," said Ron. " I am just sorry for how I said
it," said Ron.
"Oh, ok. I
forgive you. Now if you excuse me I'd like to be alone." Said Percy. He then
walked over and closed the door.
Ron then
continued his walk up the stairs. He passed by his parents' room. He heard them
talking.
"But Authur,"
said Mrs. Weasley, "What if the same thing happened to you?"
"But it would
really help Dumbledore," said Mr. Weasley. " Don't you think it would be a
better thing to do to agree to become Minister of Magic and help Dumbledore and
ensure, the school's safety, and even more so Ron, Harry, and Hermione's than
to pass up the offer and let You- Know- Who get to the school and destroy
everyone but the Slytherins?"
"Yes, but I am
just worried," said Mrs. Weasley.
"Cornelius
Fudge is dead. Someone with a level head has to become Minister of Magic, or
else some idiot will be forced. Dumbledore can't very well do it because he
would be constantly away from the school, which would give anyone an easier
time to attack people, more importantly Harry!"
"Ok, but how
do you expect the papers won't find out that Connelius has died?" asked Mrs.
Weasley.
"Dumbledore
said that the Ministry will use a bit of polyjuice potion. The Ministry take
some of every Minister's hair in case this happens. Someone will take the
potion say that they are resigning and hand over the job to whoever is going to
be the next Minister of Magic. In this case I believe it will be me," said Mr.
Weasley.
At this Ron,
nearly fell into the room, but caught himself on a near by wall. Then he heard
footsteps. He tried to move but couldn't. Then right as someone began to open
the door, Ron found use in his legs and dashed away up to his room, just in
time to avoid his mother or father seeing him.
Well that is
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