They spent the entire PD class learning where to punch and kick. Everyone
was getting more and more in shape. Everyone was also getting more and
more bruises. which didn't phase Harry much. This class was turning out to
be one of the best -especially since few Slytherins had condescended to
choose it.
Speaking of, he was thankfully having few encounters with Malfoy and his two lackeys. It was always 'Champion Potty, Weasel, and Mudblood. The pathetic trio.' Though last time Malfoy had said something strange. It had been when he was walking to lunch -he had continued walking, only saying, "Shove off."
"Your not worried are you? Not listening to any rumors?" Malfoy had said as he had left. Harry had no idea what he was talking about. He also didn't want to know. "He will get to you, eventually."
He found out later though that the rumors were that 'Potter' had been found at the seen of several killings. Voldemort apparently wanted to remind Harry that he was coming for him. Great. *Thanks Voldie, but not needed.* He did, after al, get nearly nightly reminders.
Later he was staring off into space when Fred asked him to hold something. He hadn't noticed that his friends had been looking at him -and conversing about him- worriedly. They had all noticed his mood recently. He absently hand out his hand -and received a something which exploded... into confetti.
As everything from balloons to frogs rained form the ceiling, someone tossed him a can of 'wizard silly string.' The war began. In the end her brothers ganged up on Ginny and Hermione (who had come to her defense). They ended up multicolored and glowing brightly.
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.a group of death eaters apparated into the woods. Distantly an old house could be seen.
Another apparated next to the group. "The master wants us to attack tonight. He discovered that Phoenix operatives have been hiding here. He wants us to capture at least two for information -finish the rest."
He paused and added "Wait till morning, and do it right." With that he disapperated.
Harry woke up and decided that Dumbledore should know about this one. He quietly got off the bed and grabbed his dream catcher. He didn't bother with his cloak -this was urgent, and he had a good reason for going.
This time the password was 'Chocolate Frog'. He knocked lightly, wondering if the headmaster was asleep. When he got no answer he walked in and went to another door, hoping. Dumbledore opened the door after a few minutes in classic wizard pajama's that gave Harry a moment of amusement. "Harry, what do you need?"
He didn't seem surprised that Harry was here at this hour. I had a vision which I think you should see. Harry used his wand on the dream catcher, and said the phrase which would replay the last dream. Dumbledore's eyes hardened as he watched. He looked at Harry. "It is a very good thing you came to me with this Harry. I recognize this house."
He moved to his fire and Sirius' head appeared. Harry stifled a greeting, as Dumbledore was speaking. "Sirius, the Haven is going to be attacked at dawn. Tell everyone there to move to the Den, then come here."
Sirius didn't question, and disappeared immediately. Harry stared at the fire. If he hadn't thought to come here. Sirius would be under attack. Harry had been worrying about Sirius, and this close call made him anxious as hell.
He was relieved when Sirius showed up, coming out of the fireplace. "Albus- Harry??" Harry just hugged his godfather, who raised an eyebrow at Dumbledore. Dumbledore spoke, "Harry had a vision, that is how I knew. Otherwise."
Sirius looked at Dumbledore in understanding. Every Phoenix operative took the risk that the would be killed.
"Harry, how are you?" He asked looking down at his godson, who had seen and understood the exchange.
"I'm fine, and I am glad you are too." He turned to Dumbledore. "Will he be staying?"
Dumbledore considered. "A couple of days, yes."
Sirius nodded, still looking at Harry. "I'll see you tomorrow Harry, I promise. You need some sleep."
He didn't want to leave, but he knew that he didn't have a choice in the matter.
As a tired Harry stumbled back to his dorm Sirius asked, "How is he really?"
Dumbledore looked disturbed. "Has he told you about his dreams?"
"You mean like tonight? -he gets a vision and his scar hurts."
"They are coming with greater frequency -and he sees death eater attacks." Under Dumbledore's gaze he realized just what Harry saw.
Sirius paled -some things no one should have to see "how many?"
"Too many. And I suspect that he is having nightmares aside from that." He was obviously worried about Harry.
"He feels guilty about Cedric doesn't he? Dammit. It's going to be hard to get him to say anything because he is worried about *me.*"
"I think we should let him know what is happening," Dumbledore suggested gently.
"What? No. He should go on with school, have what fun he can before it's impossible anymore because of Voldemort." Sirius looked quite certain.
"Sirius, that is not working. He sees what is happening, up close. It would do him better to put what he sees to use." Dumbledore watched Harry from time to time. He was, in fact, enjoying life as he could. But he was also hiding from his friends just how bad it was. They suspected, but without seeing the visions, or feeling the guilt-
Harry's godfather did not look happy. "I trust your judgment."
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A few days after Sirius talked to Dumbledore that night, the trio were called into Dumbledore's office. They walked along the familiar path and entered at the Headmaster's "come on." They could tell that something was wrong.
Dumbledore surveyed the three from behind his desk. They were looking nervous indeed, though Harry's gaze was steady and waiting. "Ms. Granger, your parents were attacked."
Hermione gasped, "Are they alive??" Her eyes were already tearing up.
Dumbledore smiled briefly, able to give her good news.. "They are fine, I assure you. We had people watching your house in case something like this happened."
"Oh, good." She said weakly.
Harry closed his eyes briefly then softly uttered, "Thank You Sir."
His attention went to the shaken girl in front of him. "Hermione, I'll give your teachers notice to excuse your from all homework for the next several days if you'd like to visit your parents."
"Yes please."
"When will she leave?" Asked Ron.
"As soon as possible please," said Hermione.
"Then you can leave tonight. I'll have someone meet you in the front of the school."
Hermione walked back to the Gryffindor towered and packed her things in a daze; She didn't even pack any books. Harry and Ron fielded questions from the rest of the Gryffindors and walked her to the entrance. She gave Ron then Harry a quick hug, then she left.
Harry stared after her. He knew it was possible that his friends and their families would be attacked because of him, but this brought it home once again.
"Harry," Ron was looking at him, knowing full well what he was thinking. It wasn't you that attacked her parents, and they are fine."
"Yeah." He gave a weak smile that came out more like a grimace.
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The second match of the season for Gryffindor was against Hufflepuff. The Hufflepuffs were better this year, but Gryffindor was the best. Thus Gryffindor was obviously wining the match as Harry hovered above the game.
Hovering in agony. He and the other seeker had already had a race to the snitch. Harry had to bludgers come at him. He avoided one, but the other had hit him.
Still, somehow the other seeker had lost the snitch. So he intended to catch it, agony or not.
He was on the Hufflepuff goal's side of the pitch when he saw it. Nearly directly below him. The catch was that, most of the players were currently on the side of the pitch, going after the quaffle.
He had to get through them. The other seeker, while farther away, had an easier path. He decided to go for it.
"Watch the Gryffindor seeker go -Whoa, nearly hit her there. The Hufflepuff seeker has realized where Potter's going -OUCH- looks like Gryffindor's seeker's arm is BROKEN."
Harry kept going, barely avoiding another player. He was determined. He reached out, both him and the other seeker angling in on the snitch.
He caught it!
He had to do more fancy flying until his momentum was spent. He gratefully landed on the ground and sat down, wincing. Okay, pain.
Speaking of, he was thankfully having few encounters with Malfoy and his two lackeys. It was always 'Champion Potty, Weasel, and Mudblood. The pathetic trio.' Though last time Malfoy had said something strange. It had been when he was walking to lunch -he had continued walking, only saying, "Shove off."
"Your not worried are you? Not listening to any rumors?" Malfoy had said as he had left. Harry had no idea what he was talking about. He also didn't want to know. "He will get to you, eventually."
He found out later though that the rumors were that 'Potter' had been found at the seen of several killings. Voldemort apparently wanted to remind Harry that he was coming for him. Great. *Thanks Voldie, but not needed.* He did, after al, get nearly nightly reminders.
Later he was staring off into space when Fred asked him to hold something. He hadn't noticed that his friends had been looking at him -and conversing about him- worriedly. They had all noticed his mood recently. He absently hand out his hand -and received a something which exploded... into confetti.
As everything from balloons to frogs rained form the ceiling, someone tossed him a can of 'wizard silly string.' The war began. In the end her brothers ganged up on Ginny and Hermione (who had come to her defense). They ended up multicolored and glowing brightly.
************************************************************************
.a group of death eaters apparated into the woods. Distantly an old house could be seen.
Another apparated next to the group. "The master wants us to attack tonight. He discovered that Phoenix operatives have been hiding here. He wants us to capture at least two for information -finish the rest."
He paused and added "Wait till morning, and do it right." With that he disapperated.
Harry woke up and decided that Dumbledore should know about this one. He quietly got off the bed and grabbed his dream catcher. He didn't bother with his cloak -this was urgent, and he had a good reason for going.
This time the password was 'Chocolate Frog'. He knocked lightly, wondering if the headmaster was asleep. When he got no answer he walked in and went to another door, hoping. Dumbledore opened the door after a few minutes in classic wizard pajama's that gave Harry a moment of amusement. "Harry, what do you need?"
He didn't seem surprised that Harry was here at this hour. I had a vision which I think you should see. Harry used his wand on the dream catcher, and said the phrase which would replay the last dream. Dumbledore's eyes hardened as he watched. He looked at Harry. "It is a very good thing you came to me with this Harry. I recognize this house."
He moved to his fire and Sirius' head appeared. Harry stifled a greeting, as Dumbledore was speaking. "Sirius, the Haven is going to be attacked at dawn. Tell everyone there to move to the Den, then come here."
Sirius didn't question, and disappeared immediately. Harry stared at the fire. If he hadn't thought to come here. Sirius would be under attack. Harry had been worrying about Sirius, and this close call made him anxious as hell.
He was relieved when Sirius showed up, coming out of the fireplace. "Albus- Harry??" Harry just hugged his godfather, who raised an eyebrow at Dumbledore. Dumbledore spoke, "Harry had a vision, that is how I knew. Otherwise."
Sirius looked at Dumbledore in understanding. Every Phoenix operative took the risk that the would be killed.
"Harry, how are you?" He asked looking down at his godson, who had seen and understood the exchange.
"I'm fine, and I am glad you are too." He turned to Dumbledore. "Will he be staying?"
Dumbledore considered. "A couple of days, yes."
Sirius nodded, still looking at Harry. "I'll see you tomorrow Harry, I promise. You need some sleep."
He didn't want to leave, but he knew that he didn't have a choice in the matter.
As a tired Harry stumbled back to his dorm Sirius asked, "How is he really?"
Dumbledore looked disturbed. "Has he told you about his dreams?"
"You mean like tonight? -he gets a vision and his scar hurts."
"They are coming with greater frequency -and he sees death eater attacks." Under Dumbledore's gaze he realized just what Harry saw.
Sirius paled -some things no one should have to see "how many?"
"Too many. And I suspect that he is having nightmares aside from that." He was obviously worried about Harry.
"He feels guilty about Cedric doesn't he? Dammit. It's going to be hard to get him to say anything because he is worried about *me.*"
"I think we should let him know what is happening," Dumbledore suggested gently.
"What? No. He should go on with school, have what fun he can before it's impossible anymore because of Voldemort." Sirius looked quite certain.
"Sirius, that is not working. He sees what is happening, up close. It would do him better to put what he sees to use." Dumbledore watched Harry from time to time. He was, in fact, enjoying life as he could. But he was also hiding from his friends just how bad it was. They suspected, but without seeing the visions, or feeling the guilt-
Harry's godfather did not look happy. "I trust your judgment."
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A few days after Sirius talked to Dumbledore that night, the trio were called into Dumbledore's office. They walked along the familiar path and entered at the Headmaster's "come on." They could tell that something was wrong.
Dumbledore surveyed the three from behind his desk. They were looking nervous indeed, though Harry's gaze was steady and waiting. "Ms. Granger, your parents were attacked."
Hermione gasped, "Are they alive??" Her eyes were already tearing up.
Dumbledore smiled briefly, able to give her good news.. "They are fine, I assure you. We had people watching your house in case something like this happened."
"Oh, good." She said weakly.
Harry closed his eyes briefly then softly uttered, "Thank You Sir."
His attention went to the shaken girl in front of him. "Hermione, I'll give your teachers notice to excuse your from all homework for the next several days if you'd like to visit your parents."
"Yes please."
"When will she leave?" Asked Ron.
"As soon as possible please," said Hermione.
"Then you can leave tonight. I'll have someone meet you in the front of the school."
Hermione walked back to the Gryffindor towered and packed her things in a daze; She didn't even pack any books. Harry and Ron fielded questions from the rest of the Gryffindors and walked her to the entrance. She gave Ron then Harry a quick hug, then she left.
Harry stared after her. He knew it was possible that his friends and their families would be attacked because of him, but this brought it home once again.
"Harry," Ron was looking at him, knowing full well what he was thinking. It wasn't you that attacked her parents, and they are fine."
"Yeah." He gave a weak smile that came out more like a grimace.
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The second match of the season for Gryffindor was against Hufflepuff. The Hufflepuffs were better this year, but Gryffindor was the best. Thus Gryffindor was obviously wining the match as Harry hovered above the game.
Hovering in agony. He and the other seeker had already had a race to the snitch. Harry had to bludgers come at him. He avoided one, but the other had hit him.
Still, somehow the other seeker had lost the snitch. So he intended to catch it, agony or not.
He was on the Hufflepuff goal's side of the pitch when he saw it. Nearly directly below him. The catch was that, most of the players were currently on the side of the pitch, going after the quaffle.
He had to get through them. The other seeker, while farther away, had an easier path. He decided to go for it.
"Watch the Gryffindor seeker go -Whoa, nearly hit her there. The Hufflepuff seeker has realized where Potter's going -OUCH- looks like Gryffindor's seeker's arm is BROKEN."
Harry kept going, barely avoiding another player. He was determined. He reached out, both him and the other seeker angling in on the snitch.
He caught it!
He had to do more fancy flying until his momentum was spent. He gratefully landed on the ground and sat down, wincing. Okay, pain.