He woke up in... the hospital wing. Dumbledore was there, waiting for him
to wake up. "Harry, do you remember what happened? Vector carried you
here, then had a breakdown."
"The Imperious, sir, and he attacked me." Harry was concerned. He didn't like being attacked, but he knew what he'd feel like having been forced to attack someone else.
"I feared so," Dumbledore sighed.
"Please don't blame him." Dumbledore brought himself out of his thoughts.
"I'm glad you feel that way Harry." He was smiling now.
Harry thought he'd try it while the Headmaster was smiling: "Can I leave now?" He directed his question to Poppy, who had just entered but is attention was on Dumbledore.
She replied with an affirmative. "Fine, but be careful!" She looked put off, knowing though, that the Headmaster would let him go.
Harry was overjoyed as he leapt out of the bed.
"The good thing is that Voldemort still does not know where you are." Dumbledore was right, Professor Vector wouldn't have had a chance to tell him.
Harry nodded. "Is Professor Vector alright?"
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled at the boy who was asking after the welfare of his attacker. "Yes, but leave him be. His guilt is such that I don't think he should see you just yet. -I letter would not be amiss though."
Later Harry sat in the common room writing a letter.
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He was disappointed to learn that he wouldn't be able to meet Hermione and Ron at Diagon ally; Dumbledore was going to take him along with him when he went. He did not complain, as that would get him nowhere. Besides Dumbledore had a lot of interesting anecdotes.
So, a couple days before school started he found himself buying his books while Dumbledore went to do whatever he went to do. They crowd moved and turned.
He and his friends decided to take a new class that was being offered, called Physical Defense. He had to get workout cloths, a sword, and two different knives.
Once he had gotten everything he waiting at the meeting place -in front of Quality Quidditch Supplies. He had a feeling that Dumbledore knew he would want to look around in there. While he waited he heard the hated voice of Malfoy (Draco) "Not dead yet?"
His jaw tightened, but he responded coolly. "Your father not in Azkaban yet?"
Malfoy sneered "Even if he was he wouldn't be there for long. I'd watch it Potty, or your mudblood friend is gonna get a visit." Harry knew what he was talking about -a Death Eater visit.
Calm. Calm. He replied scathingly, "by what? A bouncing ferret? I suggest you watch yourself before you wind up like you did on the train." Draco paled slightly remembering the interesting side effects of the combined hexes.
Malfoy had nothing to say to that, so he retorted with "I hope your sleeping well scarface, not having any nightmares about how you killed Cedric."
Harry tensed. "Shut up Malfoy! You-" At this point Dumbledore arrived, coming through the crowd.
"Ah, Draco, good afternoon." Greeted the headmaster cheerfully, gazing at Malfoy
"Sir." He was still smirking at Harry.
"Harry, I believe that it is time to go."
"Yes, Professor."
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Harry sat at the Gryffindor table waiting for his friends come arrive. He heard the noise as they did, and looked to the doors of the great hall. Among the first people in were his friends, who rushed past him heading for the teachers. Harry rolled his eyes when they didn't hear him calling for them, and followed.
"Professor Dumbledore!"
"He wasn't on the train."
They stood anxiously in front of the teachers table. "Do you know-?" At this point Dumbledore put his hand out to halt them.
"Look behind you." His eyes twinkled brightly.
They did, and found a smirking Harry
"Harry!" Hermione squealed and hugged him.
They made their way through the crown to find seats "How did you-"
"Well, after the Dursleys were attacked I stayed here- I just couldn't tell you."
Hermione nodded in understanding, but couldn't wait to say something. "I'm a prefect! Can you believe it?" Ron snickered.
"Oh, no, a shock it was." -and was smacked in the shoulder.
"The real shock is that I'm one too!" Ron beamed and gestured at his own prefect badge. "Fred and George went crazy, moaning and fainting all day after I got my letter." Harry knew that this was something Ron had secretly wanted.
Harry grinned imagining. "Well, me too!" Bringing out his badge. Fred and George noticed this from where they were -not far away. And began moaning.
"Where did we go wrong Fred?"
Shaking his head sadly, "I don't know George, but I'll never forgive myself."
At this moment there smoke started coming off Seamus' head drawing looks. When it cleared his hair was electric blue. Everyone started laughing as Fred and George began advertising their latest project. "Wicked!"
Hermione just shook her head.
They told each other about their summers, and Harry told them about the attack. Hermione was in the middle of describing her visit to Bulgaria (Ron was looking put off about something) when the sorting started. The first years entered uncertainly, looking as small as ever.
The sorting hat sung-
Insert good song here
-and finished sorting, though Harry only vaguely remembered some of the names called out.
Harry looked to the end of the great hall as Dumbledore stood up. "Students, Welcome. As always, the forbidden forest is forbidden. Everyone must be in their towers by sundown, and I trust you all will be cautious in these times." There was a murmur at this. "I would also like to introduce our new DADA teacher, Professor Dorn." A tall, black haired woman stood up and there was scattered applause. "Also Professor Kartis who is teaching the new optional Physical Defense class." (this turned out to be a shorter blond woman)
"Now I will restate what I did last year -Voldemort- (gasps) -is back. You may find yourself having to choose whom to trust. Having to make hard choices. We lost a good student because of Voldemort, and we will likely lose more good people. To prevent that we need to stand together. I expect you all to remember that."
Dumbledore finished and sat down.
Harry took a deep breath and ignored the looks.
Hermione decided that they needed to talk about something else, and the first thing that come to mind was, "We need to study- we have OWLs this year!"
Ron started laughing, and Harry smiled.
They shepherded the first years to the dorms. It took them a while to quite down -Harry was glad there were two male prefects. Before he went to sleep he cast a silencing charm. he didn't want everyone waking up to his screams.
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The next day he awoke with a happy feeling, and went to prod Ron awake. Hermione was waiting for them in the common room, reading. At breakfast they handed out the schedules. First they had divination. "Great way to start the year, with predictions of your death." Ron snickered. "At least we have DADA today too."
He was hoping it would be good this year.
They would get to see Hagrid tomorrow for CofMC, but the joy that brought was stunted by the fact that they had potions the same day. Harry glanced at the staff table where Snape sat, glaring out at the students. Harry's gaze lingered. He was fairly certain that Snape was a spy now, and he didn't want to know what seeing Voldemort as often as Snape must would be like.
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"Have you contacted them?" came Voldemort's chilling voice. There were a few ever present death eaters, plus some creature he couldn't identify in the room.
"Yes master." The nearest death eater replied.
"Good."
Someone slowly approached the two, shaking slightly.
"Why are you here, without the boy?" His voice hadn't changed any, but the cowering man knew to be afraid to answer.
"I-I went t-to the cas-t-tle. I- just c-c-couldn't get in. They p- protected it somehow.
"A shame, that would have been convenient. So Wormtail, you failed"
"Y-y-y-yee-"
Voldemort grinned Maliciously. "Just in case you need incentive to try harder, why don't you spend an hour with Frinze." Judging by the way Peter paled, that was not a good thing.
"The Imperious, sir, and he attacked me." Harry was concerned. He didn't like being attacked, but he knew what he'd feel like having been forced to attack someone else.
"I feared so," Dumbledore sighed.
"Please don't blame him." Dumbledore brought himself out of his thoughts.
"I'm glad you feel that way Harry." He was smiling now.
Harry thought he'd try it while the Headmaster was smiling: "Can I leave now?" He directed his question to Poppy, who had just entered but is attention was on Dumbledore.
She replied with an affirmative. "Fine, but be careful!" She looked put off, knowing though, that the Headmaster would let him go.
Harry was overjoyed as he leapt out of the bed.
"The good thing is that Voldemort still does not know where you are." Dumbledore was right, Professor Vector wouldn't have had a chance to tell him.
Harry nodded. "Is Professor Vector alright?"
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled at the boy who was asking after the welfare of his attacker. "Yes, but leave him be. His guilt is such that I don't think he should see you just yet. -I letter would not be amiss though."
Later Harry sat in the common room writing a letter.
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He was disappointed to learn that he wouldn't be able to meet Hermione and Ron at Diagon ally; Dumbledore was going to take him along with him when he went. He did not complain, as that would get him nowhere. Besides Dumbledore had a lot of interesting anecdotes.
So, a couple days before school started he found himself buying his books while Dumbledore went to do whatever he went to do. They crowd moved and turned.
He and his friends decided to take a new class that was being offered, called Physical Defense. He had to get workout cloths, a sword, and two different knives.
Once he had gotten everything he waiting at the meeting place -in front of Quality Quidditch Supplies. He had a feeling that Dumbledore knew he would want to look around in there. While he waited he heard the hated voice of Malfoy (Draco) "Not dead yet?"
His jaw tightened, but he responded coolly. "Your father not in Azkaban yet?"
Malfoy sneered "Even if he was he wouldn't be there for long. I'd watch it Potty, or your mudblood friend is gonna get a visit." Harry knew what he was talking about -a Death Eater visit.
Calm. Calm. He replied scathingly, "by what? A bouncing ferret? I suggest you watch yourself before you wind up like you did on the train." Draco paled slightly remembering the interesting side effects of the combined hexes.
Malfoy had nothing to say to that, so he retorted with "I hope your sleeping well scarface, not having any nightmares about how you killed Cedric."
Harry tensed. "Shut up Malfoy! You-" At this point Dumbledore arrived, coming through the crowd.
"Ah, Draco, good afternoon." Greeted the headmaster cheerfully, gazing at Malfoy
"Sir." He was still smirking at Harry.
"Harry, I believe that it is time to go."
"Yes, Professor."
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Harry sat at the Gryffindor table waiting for his friends come arrive. He heard the noise as they did, and looked to the doors of the great hall. Among the first people in were his friends, who rushed past him heading for the teachers. Harry rolled his eyes when they didn't hear him calling for them, and followed.
"Professor Dumbledore!"
"He wasn't on the train."
They stood anxiously in front of the teachers table. "Do you know-?" At this point Dumbledore put his hand out to halt them.
"Look behind you." His eyes twinkled brightly.
They did, and found a smirking Harry
"Harry!" Hermione squealed and hugged him.
They made their way through the crown to find seats "How did you-"
"Well, after the Dursleys were attacked I stayed here- I just couldn't tell you."
Hermione nodded in understanding, but couldn't wait to say something. "I'm a prefect! Can you believe it?" Ron snickered.
"Oh, no, a shock it was." -and was smacked in the shoulder.
"The real shock is that I'm one too!" Ron beamed and gestured at his own prefect badge. "Fred and George went crazy, moaning and fainting all day after I got my letter." Harry knew that this was something Ron had secretly wanted.
Harry grinned imagining. "Well, me too!" Bringing out his badge. Fred and George noticed this from where they were -not far away. And began moaning.
"Where did we go wrong Fred?"
Shaking his head sadly, "I don't know George, but I'll never forgive myself."
At this moment there smoke started coming off Seamus' head drawing looks. When it cleared his hair was electric blue. Everyone started laughing as Fred and George began advertising their latest project. "Wicked!"
Hermione just shook her head.
They told each other about their summers, and Harry told them about the attack. Hermione was in the middle of describing her visit to Bulgaria (Ron was looking put off about something) when the sorting started. The first years entered uncertainly, looking as small as ever.
The sorting hat sung-
Insert good song here
-and finished sorting, though Harry only vaguely remembered some of the names called out.
Harry looked to the end of the great hall as Dumbledore stood up. "Students, Welcome. As always, the forbidden forest is forbidden. Everyone must be in their towers by sundown, and I trust you all will be cautious in these times." There was a murmur at this. "I would also like to introduce our new DADA teacher, Professor Dorn." A tall, black haired woman stood up and there was scattered applause. "Also Professor Kartis who is teaching the new optional Physical Defense class." (this turned out to be a shorter blond woman)
"Now I will restate what I did last year -Voldemort- (gasps) -is back. You may find yourself having to choose whom to trust. Having to make hard choices. We lost a good student because of Voldemort, and we will likely lose more good people. To prevent that we need to stand together. I expect you all to remember that."
Dumbledore finished and sat down.
Harry took a deep breath and ignored the looks.
Hermione decided that they needed to talk about something else, and the first thing that come to mind was, "We need to study- we have OWLs this year!"
Ron started laughing, and Harry smiled.
They shepherded the first years to the dorms. It took them a while to quite down -Harry was glad there were two male prefects. Before he went to sleep he cast a silencing charm. he didn't want everyone waking up to his screams.
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The next day he awoke with a happy feeling, and went to prod Ron awake. Hermione was waiting for them in the common room, reading. At breakfast they handed out the schedules. First they had divination. "Great way to start the year, with predictions of your death." Ron snickered. "At least we have DADA today too."
He was hoping it would be good this year.
They would get to see Hagrid tomorrow for CofMC, but the joy that brought was stunted by the fact that they had potions the same day. Harry glanced at the staff table where Snape sat, glaring out at the students. Harry's gaze lingered. He was fairly certain that Snape was a spy now, and he didn't want to know what seeing Voldemort as often as Snape must would be like.
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"Have you contacted them?" came Voldemort's chilling voice. There were a few ever present death eaters, plus some creature he couldn't identify in the room.
"Yes master." The nearest death eater replied.
"Good."
Someone slowly approached the two, shaking slightly.
"Why are you here, without the boy?" His voice hadn't changed any, but the cowering man knew to be afraid to answer.
"I-I went t-to the cas-t-tle. I- just c-c-couldn't get in. They p- protected it somehow.
"A shame, that would have been convenient. So Wormtail, you failed"
"Y-y-y-yee-"
Voldemort grinned Maliciously. "Just in case you need incentive to try harder, why don't you spend an hour with Frinze." Judging by the way Peter paled, that was not a good thing.