Chapter 14: The OWLs are coming!
The next days seemed decievingly quiet in comparison to the rush of the past week and this left
Harry looking over his shoulder quite often as though he wanted to make sure there wasn't a
hidden enemy lurking there he should have been aware of but the silence had hidden from him.
The weather grew warmer and more beautiful but the fifth year Hogwarts students saw nothing or
very little of it: the OWLs were all they had time to consider.
"I can't wait til these damn things are over with!" Ron groaned as he slumped his heavy backpack
onto his desk. It was filled with all of his homework and had a hefty weight. George and Fred
glared at them over their pile of homework. "You think you've got it bad," Fred complained,
"At least you're not taking the NEWTs. We saw last year's test in History of Magic and let's
just say I'm shocked ANYONE made it out of Hogwarts last year."
"The only way they probably managed to do it was because you two weren't in the immediate
vicinty bothering them and they were able to study," responded Hermione with a sour tone to
her voice.
George put his hands out to her complacently. "Hey, sorry, we didn't realize you were trying
to study...a studying Hermione and a reading-for-fun Hermione look remarkably similar, you know." Hermione glared at him and Harry couldn't help but notce Ron was glaring at George as well. He smiled to himself over this and then went back to revising his potions notes.
The Ordinary Wizarding Level tests were three hours long each and Harry was testing in Charms,
Transfiguration, Divination, Herbology, Potions, and Care of Magical Creatures. Six subjects,
2 test a day, just like everyother fifth year. One week of tests and then finally freedom.
It was like finals with an added kick of adrenaline, especially for the teachers. All of them
except for Snape and Professor Trelawney went out of their way to make sure every student was
as well prepared as possible. Snape couldn't be bothered to help anyone, unless that person
was a slytherin and Prof. Trelawney didn't see happening in the near future, but she gave
every fifth year the comfort of knowing that should she see extra revision time, say, in July,
she would let them all know. Hermione, meanwhile, tried not to gloat over Prof. Vector's
superhuman efforts to make all his arithmancy students perfectly comfortable in his subjects.
It is a fact that whenever you wish time to speed up, it slows down and vice versa: the test
week came well before any of them were ready and crawled by as though a snail's pace were a
speeding bullet. By Wednesday afternoon at 5 o'clock, every one of the fifth years was mentally
exhausted. Even Hermione couldn't bare to look over her notes again to see what she missed.
"I can't do it," she said in a high voice, her hand shaking as she tried to spoon soup into
her mouth. Half of it spilled onto the tablecloth as her arm shook. "I can't bare to look, I
know I missed the question about the Goblin Rebellions."
Lavender, on the other hand, was in a good mood: "Professor Trelawney predicted great scores
for me!"
"Yeah, too bad she's a fraud, huh, Lavender?" Ron muttered into his mutton. He was pale in the
face and, for once, didn't try to contradict Hermione by telling her she probably aced the test.
The next two days were spent recovering the use of the mental facilities for other things
besides studying, including exploading Snap, chess, avoiding any snacks the Weasley twins might
hand out, and generally just lying around. On Friday, just before noon, a beak tapped on the
window of the Gryffindor common room where Ron was busy beating Harry at chess. "Open the window,
Ginny," Ron ordered, studying the chess board with an intensity Harry didn't think was fair.
Ginny's face fell into a frown. "You can't order me around, Ron," she said stubbornly. Ron
shrugged, paying her no mind and moved his knight. She sighed and reluctantly went to open the
window. In flew Hedwig, with a letter tied to her leg and she swiftly landed right in the
middle of the chess board, sweeping all the pieces to the floor before proudly presenting a
letter to Harry. "Aaaarg! You stupid beast!" Ron shouted in surprise. "I was going to win!"
"As though you ever lose," Harry replied with a smile reaching for the letter. Ron sighed and
threw the pieces back into their case. "Who's it from, Harry?"
Harry didn't answer immediately, his eyes were moving swiftly back and forth across the letter.
Finally, he said, "It's from Lupin. He says that he'll be my Godfather now, if I want and that
Satchel left him all his possessions in his will so if sometime I want to come live with him,
it would be no problem, provided Dumbledore agreed." He smiled while saying this and was pleased to see Ron looking as thrilled as he was.
"So, are you going to? I mean, if you do, I could come and visit you and you could come and
visit me, if you want to," he added as though he couldn't imagine why Harry would want to when
living with Lupin. "Do you think Dumbledore will let you?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't know...it depends on what's going on with Voldemort." As soon as he'd
said this, Harry wished he hadn't. It threw a cold blanket over the entire room, not to mention
effectively killing the conversation.
Ron eventually folded up the chess board and while putting it away, looked at Harry curiously,
"Say, what has Lupin been up to? I haven't heard anything about him since he left Hogwarts."
Harry opened his mouth to respond, only to realize that he himself did not know. "I haven't a
clue. Whatever he does when he's not teaching I suppose. Ow, Hedwig." Hedwig had just bitten
him on the finger as her way of telling him she was hungry and, realizing she wasn't about to
get food from Harry, flew back out the window toward the owlry, leaving four Hogwarts students
staring after her.
THE END.
Author's Note: Hey, you dedicated readers. Sorry it took me so long to finish this darn thing.
3 years, not so bad considering the conditions I was working under (riiight...) but I'd like to
thanks those of you who have been dedicatedly reading this and urging me to finish it,
even though I didn't exactly listen to you (Sorry about that too.) So, yeah, a special
thanks to Sarah W. I don't think I would have finished it had you not bothered me about
and gotten so excited about reading it.
So, now that you've read it, and hopefully loved it, review it!!! For those of you who liked
Sean's character and would like to find out more about him and his history, go read "Tales
from the Wizarding Underworld". Five points to whoever figures out what other famous fictional
character I based him on. Or, if you really want to, you can go read some of my other unfinished
fics in the Star Wars universe. The fun never ends!
The next days seemed decievingly quiet in comparison to the rush of the past week and this left
Harry looking over his shoulder quite often as though he wanted to make sure there wasn't a
hidden enemy lurking there he should have been aware of but the silence had hidden from him.
The weather grew warmer and more beautiful but the fifth year Hogwarts students saw nothing or
very little of it: the OWLs were all they had time to consider.
"I can't wait til these damn things are over with!" Ron groaned as he slumped his heavy backpack
onto his desk. It was filled with all of his homework and had a hefty weight. George and Fred
glared at them over their pile of homework. "You think you've got it bad," Fred complained,
"At least you're not taking the NEWTs. We saw last year's test in History of Magic and let's
just say I'm shocked ANYONE made it out of Hogwarts last year."
"The only way they probably managed to do it was because you two weren't in the immediate
vicinty bothering them and they were able to study," responded Hermione with a sour tone to
her voice.
George put his hands out to her complacently. "Hey, sorry, we didn't realize you were trying
to study...a studying Hermione and a reading-for-fun Hermione look remarkably similar, you know." Hermione glared at him and Harry couldn't help but notce Ron was glaring at George as well. He smiled to himself over this and then went back to revising his potions notes.
The Ordinary Wizarding Level tests were three hours long each and Harry was testing in Charms,
Transfiguration, Divination, Herbology, Potions, and Care of Magical Creatures. Six subjects,
2 test a day, just like everyother fifth year. One week of tests and then finally freedom.
It was like finals with an added kick of adrenaline, especially for the teachers. All of them
except for Snape and Professor Trelawney went out of their way to make sure every student was
as well prepared as possible. Snape couldn't be bothered to help anyone, unless that person
was a slytherin and Prof. Trelawney didn't see happening in the near future, but she gave
every fifth year the comfort of knowing that should she see extra revision time, say, in July,
she would let them all know. Hermione, meanwhile, tried not to gloat over Prof. Vector's
superhuman efforts to make all his arithmancy students perfectly comfortable in his subjects.
It is a fact that whenever you wish time to speed up, it slows down and vice versa: the test
week came well before any of them were ready and crawled by as though a snail's pace were a
speeding bullet. By Wednesday afternoon at 5 o'clock, every one of the fifth years was mentally
exhausted. Even Hermione couldn't bare to look over her notes again to see what she missed.
"I can't do it," she said in a high voice, her hand shaking as she tried to spoon soup into
her mouth. Half of it spilled onto the tablecloth as her arm shook. "I can't bare to look, I
know I missed the question about the Goblin Rebellions."
Lavender, on the other hand, was in a good mood: "Professor Trelawney predicted great scores
for me!"
"Yeah, too bad she's a fraud, huh, Lavender?" Ron muttered into his mutton. He was pale in the
face and, for once, didn't try to contradict Hermione by telling her she probably aced the test.
The next two days were spent recovering the use of the mental facilities for other things
besides studying, including exploading Snap, chess, avoiding any snacks the Weasley twins might
hand out, and generally just lying around. On Friday, just before noon, a beak tapped on the
window of the Gryffindor common room where Ron was busy beating Harry at chess. "Open the window,
Ginny," Ron ordered, studying the chess board with an intensity Harry didn't think was fair.
Ginny's face fell into a frown. "You can't order me around, Ron," she said stubbornly. Ron
shrugged, paying her no mind and moved his knight. She sighed and reluctantly went to open the
window. In flew Hedwig, with a letter tied to her leg and she swiftly landed right in the
middle of the chess board, sweeping all the pieces to the floor before proudly presenting a
letter to Harry. "Aaaarg! You stupid beast!" Ron shouted in surprise. "I was going to win!"
"As though you ever lose," Harry replied with a smile reaching for the letter. Ron sighed and
threw the pieces back into their case. "Who's it from, Harry?"
Harry didn't answer immediately, his eyes were moving swiftly back and forth across the letter.
Finally, he said, "It's from Lupin. He says that he'll be my Godfather now, if I want and that
Satchel left him all his possessions in his will so if sometime I want to come live with him,
it would be no problem, provided Dumbledore agreed." He smiled while saying this and was pleased to see Ron looking as thrilled as he was.
"So, are you going to? I mean, if you do, I could come and visit you and you could come and
visit me, if you want to," he added as though he couldn't imagine why Harry would want to when
living with Lupin. "Do you think Dumbledore will let you?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't know...it depends on what's going on with Voldemort." As soon as he'd
said this, Harry wished he hadn't. It threw a cold blanket over the entire room, not to mention
effectively killing the conversation.
Ron eventually folded up the chess board and while putting it away, looked at Harry curiously,
"Say, what has Lupin been up to? I haven't heard anything about him since he left Hogwarts."
Harry opened his mouth to respond, only to realize that he himself did not know. "I haven't a
clue. Whatever he does when he's not teaching I suppose. Ow, Hedwig." Hedwig had just bitten
him on the finger as her way of telling him she was hungry and, realizing she wasn't about to
get food from Harry, flew back out the window toward the owlry, leaving four Hogwarts students
staring after her.
THE END.
Author's Note: Hey, you dedicated readers. Sorry it took me so long to finish this darn thing.
3 years, not so bad considering the conditions I was working under (riiight...) but I'd like to
thanks those of you who have been dedicatedly reading this and urging me to finish it,
even though I didn't exactly listen to you (Sorry about that too.) So, yeah, a special
thanks to Sarah W. I don't think I would have finished it had you not bothered me about
and gotten so excited about reading it.
So, now that you've read it, and hopefully loved it, review it!!! For those of you who liked
Sean's character and would like to find out more about him and his history, go read "Tales
from the Wizarding Underworld". Five points to whoever figures out what other famous fictional
character I based him on. Or, if you really want to, you can go read some of my other unfinished
fics in the Star Wars universe. The fun never ends!