Disclaimer:i don't own harry potter.
A/N: ok don't get mad at me, but i've decided this is harry's 7th year now. i know, i know, i'm sorry. but it works out a lot better like this.
thanks for the reviewers of chapter 10:
Lana Riddle-Thanks! I know I need to make them longer, I'll try to start doing that.
la2ur2a-thank you! chap. 13 of your story was great!
Daphne Black-Yeah I don't know how I fixed it, I didn't even do anything! Oh well. thanks for the review!!
Julephenia-lol, good job! :) thanks for reviewing!
Keaira-Hey! I had so much fun with you! I miss you! Thanks for reviewing and sorry they won't let you put your ask frodo fic up. :(
Keaira-haha, I know what you meant. :)
Temporary Insanity-ok sorry about harry but how am i supposed to know what guys think?? yeah i know it's a bit mushy, ok A LOT mushy but i can't help it. thanks for reviewing, tho, it's nice to have people give you advice about how to write better.
Billy (sportybill)-thanks! hey that's a great idea! lol.
Ginny Starwind-Hey! Sorry I have to disagree with you, Malfoy is kinda evil. lol. it's all his dad's fault, though. :) Hope you weren't disapointed that the portkey didn't lead to a toaster. I thought about it but decided to stick with sanity. ;) Tell Whitles Hi for me!
~chapter 11~
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The next morning at breakfast Harry and Ginny were sitting listening to Hermione and Ron's latest arguement:how fattening bacon was. Ron was trying to pig out on it and Hermione wouldn't let him, which didn't make Ron too happy. It was just getting interesting and starting to attract the attention of a few Gryffindors sitting by them when Dumbledore stood up and the whole Hall went silent, including Ron and Hermione, who were fighting over a peice of bacon. Dumbledore beamed down at them all, which relieved Harry's fear of bad news. "I am aware that you have all been studying extremely hard for the end of the year tests, those of you in the 7th and final year more so than anyone. Your tests are only a week away, and I have the pleasure of anouncing to you, that from this year forward, on the evening of the final exams the parents of the 7th year students will be coming to Hogwarts for a celebration feast." At this there was a loud murmuring, and it was rather hard to decipher wether this was considered good news or bad. "Next week, after your final examination, you may prepare for your parents arrival. Hogwarts will be open for apparation from 5:00 P.M. to 5:30 P.M. We will of course expect all of you, even those who's relations will not be coming, to be on your best behavior. It is to be considered as a sort of graduation party for those who will be leaving us. If there are any questions please ask your teachers, they are well informed of the situation. Thank you." And with a slight bow, he disappeared into one of the rooms behind the staff table.
Ron and Hermione forgot completely about bacon and began whispering excitedly along with all the other students in the Hall. Harry, too, was excited, even though he didn't have any parents of his own, he would still get to see Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
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Harry woke up the next week full of excitement, as well as a strange sense of dread and fear. He tried to shake the feelings off as he climbed out of bed and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He looked at they clock by his bed. 5:45. He'd been getting up earlier and earlier each day for some time now, but never this early. It was probably because the nightmare that night had been more real and severe than any he'd ever had. He pushed it out of his mind as he walked across the cold dorm floor into the bathroom where he splashed cold water on his face. Sometimes this helped ease the burning of his scar. He got dressed quietly, trying not to wake Ron or any of the other 7th year boys. He wanted to be alone right now, he needed to find some place to relax, some place where he could think.
He walked out of the dorm not knowing where he was planning to go. A few minutes later he found himself in front of the lake, half covered in fog. He plopped down on the dew covered grass with a sigh. He layed down and shut his eyes, hardly noticing as the back of his shirt was soaked by dew. He was more tired than he'd ever been in his life. 5 hours of sleep a night, combined with Auror lessons, didn't leave you much energy. He lay there, not asleep but not completely awake either, until the bell rang to begin classes for the day. He jumped up immediatly and ran with more energy than he believed he had a few seconds before. Just as he stumbled into Transfiguration he realized that he didn't have any of his books. Professor Mcgonagall looked at him with raised eyebrows, obviously asking him for an explanation. Harry was bent over with his hands on his knees, panting. "I'm sorry, Professor, I-I fell asleep by the lake, I didn't realize-" To Harry's surprise, Mcgonagall seemed to understand. She nodded and gave him permission to go get his books.
Surprisingly, the exams weren't as bad as Harry had been expecting them to be. He was glad that all that studying wasn't turning out to be completely useless. As the bell rang to signal the end of charms, his final class, Harry felt strangely sad as he walked out of the room. His last Hogwarts class. He would never be in one of the classrooms again, at least not as a student. But soon the joy of absolute freedom overtook these sentiments and for the present pushed them completely out of his mind. He was finished with studying, with homework, and perhaps the most exciting thought of all, finished with potions. He ran upstairs with Ron and Hermione to drop of their books and hurry out to the grounds where they would meet Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Hermione's parents.
Soon they were all walking through Hogwarts. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley reliving old memories, and Hermione's parents taking a tour of the strange school. They walked through the entire school, everyone enjoying themselves exceedingly. They had been walking about 15 minutes and were about to turn a corner, when Harry felt his scar burn. It had only burned like this a few times in his whole life, and those were the few times that he had been in the actual presence of Lord Voldemort. Harry stopped and leaned against the wall for support, his hand pressed to his forehead. The others didn't notice and kept walking. That was how Harry wanted it, he didn't want to worry anyone, he knew very well how Mrs. Weasley would take on. He waited a few seconds and the pain seeemed to lessen, but not disappear immediatlly. He took a deep breathe and went to catch up with the others. Ron saw him walk up. "Hey, where were you?" He asked. "Had to tie my shoe." Harry lied. He had to work hard to keep from wincing in pain.
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A few hours later they were all sitting comfortably in the Great Hall, Mr. and Mrs. Granger staring in awe at the magical ceiling while Hermione was explaining rapidly to them about transfiguration. Harry's scar was still stinging dully. He had found time to run up the the hospital wing and get some headache medicine from Madame Pomfrey, and that had seemed to help a bit. He had told Ron, Ginny and Hermione, about it and they agreed with him that they probably shouldn't mention it to their parents, he could just write to Sirius about it later.
The whole hall was ringing with noise and laughter as the older students tried to tell the whole years happenings to their parents. As Harry listened to Ron's account of the Slytherin vs. Gryffindor Quidditch match, he felt the pain in his scar increase slightly. He winced and was taking out the bottle of headache medicine Madame Pomfrey had given him, when his head suddenly burst with pain. It was worse even than it had been in the halls, it was complete and utter agony. He couldn't control himself, he screamed. He screamed so loud and so clearly that the entire hall went silent and every face turned towards him. He was gripping his forehead, trying without success to relieve the awful pain. He stumbled off of the bench. He had to warn them.
He looked up at the staff table and was dimly aware of Dumbledore, standing up and staring at him with concern. "Get out." Harry whispered. "GET OUT!!" He screamed as the pain intensified still more. "NOW! EVERYONE GET OUT!! HE'S COMING!!" Nobody moved. Why didn't they leave? "Harry, what's wrong? Who's coming?" Dumbledore asked. It seemed to Harry as though his voice was coming from a distance, it echoed strangely in his head. "It's him." Harry said quietly, though it sounded loud in the silent hall. "It's him. Please, everyone needs to leave. It isn't safe. He's coming." Harry was just rambling now. He couldn't think properly through the pain. He saw his medicine sitting on the table by his plate, and he hurridly picked it up and swallowed the whole bottle. Though it didn't help the pain much it seemed to clear his mind a little more. "VOLDEMORT IS COMING EVERYONE NEEDS TO LEAVE!!!" He screamed. But before anyone even had time to panic, the great double doors flew open and a solitary robed figure stepped inside. "Nice try, Harry." Came the hissing voice from the hooded face.
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A/N: Ok it kinda gets interesting here. Sorry about that huge break, but I'm gonna start it up again and try to post regularly now. Please review!! thx!
~Katydid
A/N: ok don't get mad at me, but i've decided this is harry's 7th year now. i know, i know, i'm sorry. but it works out a lot better like this.
thanks for the reviewers of chapter 10:
Lana Riddle-Thanks! I know I need to make them longer, I'll try to start doing that.
la2ur2a-thank you! chap. 13 of your story was great!
Daphne Black-Yeah I don't know how I fixed it, I didn't even do anything! Oh well. thanks for the review!!
Julephenia-lol, good job! :) thanks for reviewing!
Keaira-Hey! I had so much fun with you! I miss you! Thanks for reviewing and sorry they won't let you put your ask frodo fic up. :(
Keaira-haha, I know what you meant. :)
Temporary Insanity-ok sorry about harry but how am i supposed to know what guys think?? yeah i know it's a bit mushy, ok A LOT mushy but i can't help it. thanks for reviewing, tho, it's nice to have people give you advice about how to write better.
Billy (sportybill)-thanks! hey that's a great idea! lol.
Ginny Starwind-Hey! Sorry I have to disagree with you, Malfoy is kinda evil. lol. it's all his dad's fault, though. :) Hope you weren't disapointed that the portkey didn't lead to a toaster. I thought about it but decided to stick with sanity. ;) Tell Whitles Hi for me!
~chapter 11~
*****
The next morning at breakfast Harry and Ginny were sitting listening to Hermione and Ron's latest arguement:how fattening bacon was. Ron was trying to pig out on it and Hermione wouldn't let him, which didn't make Ron too happy. It was just getting interesting and starting to attract the attention of a few Gryffindors sitting by them when Dumbledore stood up and the whole Hall went silent, including Ron and Hermione, who were fighting over a peice of bacon. Dumbledore beamed down at them all, which relieved Harry's fear of bad news. "I am aware that you have all been studying extremely hard for the end of the year tests, those of you in the 7th and final year more so than anyone. Your tests are only a week away, and I have the pleasure of anouncing to you, that from this year forward, on the evening of the final exams the parents of the 7th year students will be coming to Hogwarts for a celebration feast." At this there was a loud murmuring, and it was rather hard to decipher wether this was considered good news or bad. "Next week, after your final examination, you may prepare for your parents arrival. Hogwarts will be open for apparation from 5:00 P.M. to 5:30 P.M. We will of course expect all of you, even those who's relations will not be coming, to be on your best behavior. It is to be considered as a sort of graduation party for those who will be leaving us. If there are any questions please ask your teachers, they are well informed of the situation. Thank you." And with a slight bow, he disappeared into one of the rooms behind the staff table.
Ron and Hermione forgot completely about bacon and began whispering excitedly along with all the other students in the Hall. Harry, too, was excited, even though he didn't have any parents of his own, he would still get to see Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
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Harry woke up the next week full of excitement, as well as a strange sense of dread and fear. He tried to shake the feelings off as he climbed out of bed and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He looked at they clock by his bed. 5:45. He'd been getting up earlier and earlier each day for some time now, but never this early. It was probably because the nightmare that night had been more real and severe than any he'd ever had. He pushed it out of his mind as he walked across the cold dorm floor into the bathroom where he splashed cold water on his face. Sometimes this helped ease the burning of his scar. He got dressed quietly, trying not to wake Ron or any of the other 7th year boys. He wanted to be alone right now, he needed to find some place to relax, some place where he could think.
He walked out of the dorm not knowing where he was planning to go. A few minutes later he found himself in front of the lake, half covered in fog. He plopped down on the dew covered grass with a sigh. He layed down and shut his eyes, hardly noticing as the back of his shirt was soaked by dew. He was more tired than he'd ever been in his life. 5 hours of sleep a night, combined with Auror lessons, didn't leave you much energy. He lay there, not asleep but not completely awake either, until the bell rang to begin classes for the day. He jumped up immediatly and ran with more energy than he believed he had a few seconds before. Just as he stumbled into Transfiguration he realized that he didn't have any of his books. Professor Mcgonagall looked at him with raised eyebrows, obviously asking him for an explanation. Harry was bent over with his hands on his knees, panting. "I'm sorry, Professor, I-I fell asleep by the lake, I didn't realize-" To Harry's surprise, Mcgonagall seemed to understand. She nodded and gave him permission to go get his books.
Surprisingly, the exams weren't as bad as Harry had been expecting them to be. He was glad that all that studying wasn't turning out to be completely useless. As the bell rang to signal the end of charms, his final class, Harry felt strangely sad as he walked out of the room. His last Hogwarts class. He would never be in one of the classrooms again, at least not as a student. But soon the joy of absolute freedom overtook these sentiments and for the present pushed them completely out of his mind. He was finished with studying, with homework, and perhaps the most exciting thought of all, finished with potions. He ran upstairs with Ron and Hermione to drop of their books and hurry out to the grounds where they would meet Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Hermione's parents.
Soon they were all walking through Hogwarts. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley reliving old memories, and Hermione's parents taking a tour of the strange school. They walked through the entire school, everyone enjoying themselves exceedingly. They had been walking about 15 minutes and were about to turn a corner, when Harry felt his scar burn. It had only burned like this a few times in his whole life, and those were the few times that he had been in the actual presence of Lord Voldemort. Harry stopped and leaned against the wall for support, his hand pressed to his forehead. The others didn't notice and kept walking. That was how Harry wanted it, he didn't want to worry anyone, he knew very well how Mrs. Weasley would take on. He waited a few seconds and the pain seeemed to lessen, but not disappear immediatlly. He took a deep breathe and went to catch up with the others. Ron saw him walk up. "Hey, where were you?" He asked. "Had to tie my shoe." Harry lied. He had to work hard to keep from wincing in pain.
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A few hours later they were all sitting comfortably in the Great Hall, Mr. and Mrs. Granger staring in awe at the magical ceiling while Hermione was explaining rapidly to them about transfiguration. Harry's scar was still stinging dully. He had found time to run up the the hospital wing and get some headache medicine from Madame Pomfrey, and that had seemed to help a bit. He had told Ron, Ginny and Hermione, about it and they agreed with him that they probably shouldn't mention it to their parents, he could just write to Sirius about it later.
The whole hall was ringing with noise and laughter as the older students tried to tell the whole years happenings to their parents. As Harry listened to Ron's account of the Slytherin vs. Gryffindor Quidditch match, he felt the pain in his scar increase slightly. He winced and was taking out the bottle of headache medicine Madame Pomfrey had given him, when his head suddenly burst with pain. It was worse even than it had been in the halls, it was complete and utter agony. He couldn't control himself, he screamed. He screamed so loud and so clearly that the entire hall went silent and every face turned towards him. He was gripping his forehead, trying without success to relieve the awful pain. He stumbled off of the bench. He had to warn them.
He looked up at the staff table and was dimly aware of Dumbledore, standing up and staring at him with concern. "Get out." Harry whispered. "GET OUT!!" He screamed as the pain intensified still more. "NOW! EVERYONE GET OUT!! HE'S COMING!!" Nobody moved. Why didn't they leave? "Harry, what's wrong? Who's coming?" Dumbledore asked. It seemed to Harry as though his voice was coming from a distance, it echoed strangely in his head. "It's him." Harry said quietly, though it sounded loud in the silent hall. "It's him. Please, everyone needs to leave. It isn't safe. He's coming." Harry was just rambling now. He couldn't think properly through the pain. He saw his medicine sitting on the table by his plate, and he hurridly picked it up and swallowed the whole bottle. Though it didn't help the pain much it seemed to clear his mind a little more. "VOLDEMORT IS COMING EVERYONE NEEDS TO LEAVE!!!" He screamed. But before anyone even had time to panic, the great double doors flew open and a solitary robed figure stepped inside. "Nice try, Harry." Came the hissing voice from the hooded face.
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A/N: Ok it kinda gets interesting here. Sorry about that huge break, but I'm gonna start it up again and try to post regularly now. Please review!! thx!
~Katydid