3-Moans, Mirrors, Quidditch and Birthdays
by Caitie Did
Wow you guys should review this. Im working way too hard on it for nooone to review. So please..cuz its what keeps us going you know..its annoying to write this just to write this.
Thanks!
Caitlyn
When Harry woke up, it was to the farmilliar sensation of his scar burning.
He moaned, rolling over, and faced the calender on the nightstand next
to his bed, realisng by the x's on it that it was his fifteenth birthday.
He reached to the side of the table, and felt for his glasses, and put
them on, trying to figure out what to do.
"Hello?" his voice was hoarse, and when Ginny Weasley appared in the doorway to the hosptial wing, he glanced over at her, a sad smile on his face.
"You told Dumlbedore.."he said quietly, and he tried to sit up, and groaned, falling backwards,"That wasn't such a good idea, was it?" he thought aloud, and Ginny smiled, sitting down on the bed.
"Are you feeling alright?" she asked, and handed him a chocolate frog.
"This should help a little.."she said, and he opened it, and stared at the card inside, his stomach dropping.
"Just made it worse.."he muttered.
"What's the matter?"Ginny asked softly, and grabbed the card out of the box,"Which card did you get?" her face turned white.
"Got myself, thanks.."Harry responded,"Don't they have to ask you permission for that or something?"he added, and Ginny turned to glance at him.
"Are you feeling alright?"she asked again.
"Obviously you got my letter.."she nodded, and he layed back,"I hardly get three weeks away from the third task and someone's already tried to kill me..I have a feeling that we're in for an interesting year."he said, and gave Ginny a small smile,"Did you show the letter to Ron? Because I didn't want him to know that.."she shook her head.
"I didn't..don't worry.."she said, and gave him a look of concern,"Why didn't you write anyone back this summer?"she asked quietly.
"I wanted a quiet summer..as you can see that didn't last very long.."
"You grew.."she noticed this for the first time, and he nodded,"I got contacts too..they're in my trunk..their a muggle invention..so I don't have to wear glasses..."he said, and glanced down at the edge of the bed, seeing two letters, and picking them up.
"Wonder what this is for..."he said, and opened a gold envelope with a dark red crest, reading the letter over.
Welcome to the Order of the Pheonix
"Thats informative.."he muttered sarcastically, and grabbed the other letter, opening it.
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you, that along with Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy,
Hannah Abbot, and Padme Patil, you have been selected as a fifth year prefect.
You're badge is inclosed, and a meeting will be held at the school on August
twenty fifth to sort out the duties required of you.
Sincerely,
Professor Albus Dumbledore
"It's pretty cool, isn't it?"Ginny asked, trying to see his reaction,"Welcome to the Order of the Pheonix.."she added,"And by the way Harry, Happy Birthday.."she walked towards the doorway of the hospital wing, and turned back towards him.
"Breakfasts in thirty minutes...your clothes are in your trunk..which is in.."
"The pocket of my jeans..thanks Ginny..."Harry said, and she left, closing the door.
When she left he pulled out khakis and a sweater, and slipped them on, looking at the contacts in his trunk suspiciously. He'd only worn them once, at the begining of the summer, and now he wasn't so sure he wanted to anymore.
He put on his glasses, and stood in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection.
"You're quite dashing without the glasses you know.."the mirror said bashfully, and he rolled his eyes, put his contacts on, and moved back to stand in front of the mirror, annoyed.
"Better?" he asked sarcastically, and the mirror gave a giggle,"Well..I'm off to breakfast then.."he pocketed his wand, and walked towards the Great Hall, and stopped at the doors, a jolt going through his stomach. He reached out a hand, and opened the door, turning the knob.
At this everyone in the room turned to stare at him, silently. This puzzled him in two ways. First, students usually didn't come here at all over the holidays, and secound, most of the tables had a few students sitting at them. At one time it would of struck him as funny, the entire Great Hall staring at him, speechless. But he figured it was because he had been asleep for so long, and tried to attempt to at least talk to them.
"Morning?" he said, raising his eyebrows, and got no response. At this, he shrugged, figuring at least someone would be at the Gryffindor table, and sat down next to Ginny, staring at the food like he'd been searching for it all of his life.
"Well..someone looks hungry..."Harry turned at the farmilliar voice, and
was suprised to see Oliver Wood standing behind him.
"Oliver, what are you doing here?" he asked, and Wood smiled.
"New flying instructor..."he grinned, obviously proud of himself, and looked at the food, sitting down, "Got here yesterday, actually..."Harry looked at the food on his plate, and took a bite, savouring it.
"I think you're enjoying the food a little too much..."Oliver said, grinning, and took a bite himself,"So, Harry.."he said, after swallowing, and Harry turned and stared at him, knowing what was coming,"Have you thought of any new Quidditch strategies for this year?"
"Mostly countercurses for myself..seeming that something always happens to me..I looked them up at the begining of the summer...they're really interesting.."he put down his fork and countinued speaking, "I checked a book out of the library on Quidditch...you might want to borrow it..some of the things in there...completely fascinating.." Ginny rolled her eyes, and got down to her breakfast, hardly listening to the boy's quidditch talk, which she supposed would be common for the rest of the school year.
Twenty minutes later, she cleared her throaght, and they looked up. They had been engrossed in a conversation about defensive tactics, and Harry glanced up at her.
"Yes, Ginny?" he asked, and she stared at them.
"All the fifth years are going to Diagon Alley today Harry, you'll need to get your supplies also.."she said, annoyed at their talking, and Harry turned to Oliver and grinned at him.
"Sorry I had to cut the talking short...we'll discuss it more next week...and could you help us with tryouts..because we've got two open spaces...and it might be helpfull if..."Ginny shut Harry up with a look, and he turned to stare at Oliver helplessly as she dragged him off towards the entrance hall.
"We're meeting some of the others there.."she said, and Harry glanced at the fireplace in front of them.
"The floo?" he asked incredulously.
"Yeah..what of it Harry?" Ginny responded, and Harry shook his head.
"It's nothing..I love the floo!" he said sarcastically, stepping into the grate and holding the powder in his hand,"At least it's not a portkey..."he muttered, and said,"Diagon Alley!" loud and clear before vanishing in a jet a green flames.
"He gone yet?" Draco asked,"I can't believe you made him take the floo, that's just wrong.."Ginny snorted, and handed him the cup of powder.
"Go on then..."she persisted, and he nodded, throwing down the powder, shouting,"Diagon Alley!"
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