AN: Took me long enough don't ya think? Oh well, I've been cursed with the
worst thing that can happen to a fanfiction writer. And its not writer's
block, oh no. Too many ideas! Yes, that is the worse thing that can happen,
because you start working on thing after thing after thing and ya forget to
go back. I held an exorcism and got rid of that demon for a little while at
lest so here's the next chapter. Poor thing was more then halfway done when
I got back to it, so it might be a bit choppy...
Chapter seven.
Albus Dumbledore was in conference with his fellow professors. The school year might have still been several months away but there was much to be decided. Everything from balls to up moral and distract the students, to deciding if the risks of having quidditch this year outweighed the perks, to discussing candidates for the DADA spot.
It was this last that was taking up the most time this year. Professor Snape hadn't asked for the job for the first time in recent memory, but then as only Dumbledore knew, he had much weightier things on his mind. So this had brought up ideas ranging from having the REAL "Mad eye" Moody as the professor, to Professor Lupen once again taking up that job.
It was in the middle of a debate over Lupen with Snape, not surprisingly, leading the charge against him, that a small orb in the corner of the room started glowing. This orb was a detector of sorts, every school in the Wizarding world had one so they could locate new students every year. While most schools were tuned to certain power levels, location and such Hogwarts wasn't hindered. It could peer anywhere in the world, and as shown by Neville Longbottom, power wasn't always a consideration to enter the best wizarding school there was.
Dumbledore headed off McGonagall as he had for the past few times this had happened, he knew she suspected something but he really didn't care. New students that were above the age of eleven was going to be hard enough for him to cover, and there magic wasn't going to be nearly close to on par for whatever year they do end up in. And then all of this was going on the assumption that the Li clan would even help.
An assumption that proved to be right as Dumbledore looked at the names of the young people that had set the orb's charm off. Two Li's, one boy and one girl. A girl by the name of Daidouji, another by the name of Kinomoto, a boy by the name of Garrison and...
Dumbledore's eyes went very wide at that last name, Hiiragizawa. The boy had been thought a squib as both his parents had been powerful aurous and some of the last people killed by Voldemort's death eaters. It seemed he had been a sorcerer all along, he wondered if the boy even knew.
Just then, an owl dropped its letter in front of Dumbledore, The old crowd was once again assembled, stands the Potters and the Longbottoms. He smiled then, that twinkle once again in his blue eyes. Ah yes, he knew just what to do now...
He sent the owls soon there after.
*******
Life at the burrow was good, if you could overlook Ron and Hermione's fights and Percy's stubborn belief that what ever Fudge had to say was the word of Merlin himself. Harry found it very hard to believe that a former head-boy from Hogwarts could be so blind, but that was the way it was.
He had received a letter from Snuffles and that had brought about the first of many hard chouses for him that summer, a chouse that he had yet to make. The twins couldn't be told as they were liable to blow Harry's godfather's cover with a prank but Ginny was a different story.
Virginia Weasley had been the first member of the Harry Potter fan-club as she had her first odd reaction at him back in his first year, before she even entered Hogwarts. It had steadily gotten worse from there, only to have seemingly stopped cold sometime last year.
Harry really couldn't say when but her perfectly normal act around him when he had arrived. Well after the whole passing out after the floo trip anywise, she had hadn't put her elbow in the butter, or stuttered, or even gone red in the ear's around him. And for some reason it unnerved Harry to no end. And being unnerved about it ticked him off.
He couldn't understand it, he should be happy, right? He had just lost one of his stalkers and if he could just shake the Crevy brothers he should be in good shape, but no matter how hard he tried to make himself happy about her lost affectionis he couldn't. And so he found himself sitting on the spare cot in Ron's room trying to figure it all out.
'Perhaps', he reasoned, 'Perhaps its just my ego. I mean everyone likes to know that someone out there likes them right? Its just the fact that she over me and its stinging my pride... right? Yeah, that's got to be it, I mean she is Ron's little sister, and Ron is like a brother to me... so she is like a little sister and you can't like your little sister so its not that... Just my pride.'
Happy with his logic the young Mr. Potter turned his mind to the idea of introducing Ginny to his godfather. He wanted too, Ginny and he had become friends over the summer. It had been forced by a number of things, but the main one had been Hermione's and Ron's rows. Now most would think that with the way they went after each other they hatted one another but this was hardly the case. They were the best of friends.
Harry had watched as they would feint and parry and thrust and repose with words, with a sense of wonder the first few times they had done it this summer. It wasn't anything like their normal fights back at school. On the contrary, this had been more like an art. And Harry for the life of him couldn't understand why.
At lest not in the beginning.
As he has started to pay closer attention he had noticed something under the surface. They fought because they liked to, it was a game and Harry had no idea who was wining, but their was also a type of hunger in their arguing too, and it was that hunger that had made Harry look else were for company.
Harry was almost positive that his friends had no clue about how the other one felt, and he wasn't about to tell them. It was too funny it watch the twins tease after all, but it had made him very uncomfortable. Now Ginny hadn't been who had turned to first, oh no, he had gone to the twins.
That week had to have been one of the worst of his life.
He smiled thinking back on it, some of the things HAD been funny sure, had they been done on someone else. His respect for Ron had gone way up because of that week, but he had learned quite a few things. The twins got away with all there pranks because it was almost all potion making, and so there was no magic for the ministry to get in their case about, and the few times they had to "spice it up a little" with magic is was always a very small amount that was covered over by all the latent magic in the burrow.
They had also explained why they didn't use more magic now that they could legally. "If we just used a spell or charm or such, Harry, what would stop someone from using the same spell and running us out of business?" All in all very smart, but still being the trial subject for almost all of their pranks for that week had made him look for greener pastures, and so he had started hanging with Ginny.
It had been odd at first, the only girl he had daily contact with had been Hermione and Ginny was many things, but Hermione she wasn't. The friendship had grown slowly, starting off with inane chatter, how funny Ron and Hermione were, the pranks Fred and George had pulled and then had grown deeper as the weeks passed by.
And now Harry was thinking about bringing her into a secret that could put her in danger of being hurt. And something within him rebelled against that thought. But she was his friend now, and so he resolved to tell her. Having finely come to that decision the boy-who-lived put his head to his pillow and drifted off to sleep.
*******
Harry woke up both latter then usual and alone in the room. He got up and hurried through his normal morning ritual. Today was important, the reason why was in the back of his head but he just couldn't seem to remember it. He headed down to breakfast to find a very pleased with herself Hermione and a rather put off Ron, along with a beaming Molly Weasley.
That was when the importance for today's date hit him. Hogwarts letters time. And that mente a trip to Diagon Alley, Harry smiled at that, his smile grew even larger as he realized just what had set Mrs. Weasley off, and put Ron out.
Hermione was a prefect.
Harry sat down beside his best friend and heard him mumbling to himself. "It's not fair, she was with us on almost all our little adventures, even some that I missed out on and now they go and make her a bloody prefect?" This was followed by an almost absent "Ron!" from both his mother and their other best friend. Harry had to shake his head at that, he was sitting right next to the boy and could barely hear him and yet they knew he had cursed.
Now at first Harry had almost had a heart attack thinking that Ron was jealous of Hermione becoming a prefect, so it took him a moment to realize that Ron was actually peeved that 'they' had taken her away from them during there little adventures.
After all it wouldn't do for a prefect to get caught sneaking around after hours and such now would it? Harry waylaid his friends fears by reminding him that Harry's own father had been head-boy and still part of the marauders. And it had worked, to a point. But Ron's smile still seemed a bit forced when they all gathered in front of the fireplace to head to Diagon Alley.
Chapter seven.
Albus Dumbledore was in conference with his fellow professors. The school year might have still been several months away but there was much to be decided. Everything from balls to up moral and distract the students, to deciding if the risks of having quidditch this year outweighed the perks, to discussing candidates for the DADA spot.
It was this last that was taking up the most time this year. Professor Snape hadn't asked for the job for the first time in recent memory, but then as only Dumbledore knew, he had much weightier things on his mind. So this had brought up ideas ranging from having the REAL "Mad eye" Moody as the professor, to Professor Lupen once again taking up that job.
It was in the middle of a debate over Lupen with Snape, not surprisingly, leading the charge against him, that a small orb in the corner of the room started glowing. This orb was a detector of sorts, every school in the Wizarding world had one so they could locate new students every year. While most schools were tuned to certain power levels, location and such Hogwarts wasn't hindered. It could peer anywhere in the world, and as shown by Neville Longbottom, power wasn't always a consideration to enter the best wizarding school there was.
Dumbledore headed off McGonagall as he had for the past few times this had happened, he knew she suspected something but he really didn't care. New students that were above the age of eleven was going to be hard enough for him to cover, and there magic wasn't going to be nearly close to on par for whatever year they do end up in. And then all of this was going on the assumption that the Li clan would even help.
An assumption that proved to be right as Dumbledore looked at the names of the young people that had set the orb's charm off. Two Li's, one boy and one girl. A girl by the name of Daidouji, another by the name of Kinomoto, a boy by the name of Garrison and...
Dumbledore's eyes went very wide at that last name, Hiiragizawa. The boy had been thought a squib as both his parents had been powerful aurous and some of the last people killed by Voldemort's death eaters. It seemed he had been a sorcerer all along, he wondered if the boy even knew.
Just then, an owl dropped its letter in front of Dumbledore, The old crowd was once again assembled, stands the Potters and the Longbottoms. He smiled then, that twinkle once again in his blue eyes. Ah yes, he knew just what to do now...
He sent the owls soon there after.
*******
Life at the burrow was good, if you could overlook Ron and Hermione's fights and Percy's stubborn belief that what ever Fudge had to say was the word of Merlin himself. Harry found it very hard to believe that a former head-boy from Hogwarts could be so blind, but that was the way it was.
He had received a letter from Snuffles and that had brought about the first of many hard chouses for him that summer, a chouse that he had yet to make. The twins couldn't be told as they were liable to blow Harry's godfather's cover with a prank but Ginny was a different story.
Virginia Weasley had been the first member of the Harry Potter fan-club as she had her first odd reaction at him back in his first year, before she even entered Hogwarts. It had steadily gotten worse from there, only to have seemingly stopped cold sometime last year.
Harry really couldn't say when but her perfectly normal act around him when he had arrived. Well after the whole passing out after the floo trip anywise, she had hadn't put her elbow in the butter, or stuttered, or even gone red in the ear's around him. And for some reason it unnerved Harry to no end. And being unnerved about it ticked him off.
He couldn't understand it, he should be happy, right? He had just lost one of his stalkers and if he could just shake the Crevy brothers he should be in good shape, but no matter how hard he tried to make himself happy about her lost affectionis he couldn't. And so he found himself sitting on the spare cot in Ron's room trying to figure it all out.
'Perhaps', he reasoned, 'Perhaps its just my ego. I mean everyone likes to know that someone out there likes them right? Its just the fact that she over me and its stinging my pride... right? Yeah, that's got to be it, I mean she is Ron's little sister, and Ron is like a brother to me... so she is like a little sister and you can't like your little sister so its not that... Just my pride.'
Happy with his logic the young Mr. Potter turned his mind to the idea of introducing Ginny to his godfather. He wanted too, Ginny and he had become friends over the summer. It had been forced by a number of things, but the main one had been Hermione's and Ron's rows. Now most would think that with the way they went after each other they hatted one another but this was hardly the case. They were the best of friends.
Harry had watched as they would feint and parry and thrust and repose with words, with a sense of wonder the first few times they had done it this summer. It wasn't anything like their normal fights back at school. On the contrary, this had been more like an art. And Harry for the life of him couldn't understand why.
At lest not in the beginning.
As he has started to pay closer attention he had noticed something under the surface. They fought because they liked to, it was a game and Harry had no idea who was wining, but their was also a type of hunger in their arguing too, and it was that hunger that had made Harry look else were for company.
Harry was almost positive that his friends had no clue about how the other one felt, and he wasn't about to tell them. It was too funny it watch the twins tease after all, but it had made him very uncomfortable. Now Ginny hadn't been who had turned to first, oh no, he had gone to the twins.
That week had to have been one of the worst of his life.
He smiled thinking back on it, some of the things HAD been funny sure, had they been done on someone else. His respect for Ron had gone way up because of that week, but he had learned quite a few things. The twins got away with all there pranks because it was almost all potion making, and so there was no magic for the ministry to get in their case about, and the few times they had to "spice it up a little" with magic is was always a very small amount that was covered over by all the latent magic in the burrow.
They had also explained why they didn't use more magic now that they could legally. "If we just used a spell or charm or such, Harry, what would stop someone from using the same spell and running us out of business?" All in all very smart, but still being the trial subject for almost all of their pranks for that week had made him look for greener pastures, and so he had started hanging with Ginny.
It had been odd at first, the only girl he had daily contact with had been Hermione and Ginny was many things, but Hermione she wasn't. The friendship had grown slowly, starting off with inane chatter, how funny Ron and Hermione were, the pranks Fred and George had pulled and then had grown deeper as the weeks passed by.
And now Harry was thinking about bringing her into a secret that could put her in danger of being hurt. And something within him rebelled against that thought. But she was his friend now, and so he resolved to tell her. Having finely come to that decision the boy-who-lived put his head to his pillow and drifted off to sleep.
*******
Harry woke up both latter then usual and alone in the room. He got up and hurried through his normal morning ritual. Today was important, the reason why was in the back of his head but he just couldn't seem to remember it. He headed down to breakfast to find a very pleased with herself Hermione and a rather put off Ron, along with a beaming Molly Weasley.
That was when the importance for today's date hit him. Hogwarts letters time. And that mente a trip to Diagon Alley, Harry smiled at that, his smile grew even larger as he realized just what had set Mrs. Weasley off, and put Ron out.
Hermione was a prefect.
Harry sat down beside his best friend and heard him mumbling to himself. "It's not fair, she was with us on almost all our little adventures, even some that I missed out on and now they go and make her a bloody prefect?" This was followed by an almost absent "Ron!" from both his mother and their other best friend. Harry had to shake his head at that, he was sitting right next to the boy and could barely hear him and yet they knew he had cursed.
Now at first Harry had almost had a heart attack thinking that Ron was jealous of Hermione becoming a prefect, so it took him a moment to realize that Ron was actually peeved that 'they' had taken her away from them during there little adventures.
After all it wouldn't do for a prefect to get caught sneaking around after hours and such now would it? Harry waylaid his friends fears by reminding him that Harry's own father had been head-boy and still part of the marauders. And it had worked, to a point. But Ron's smile still seemed a bit forced when they all gathered in front of the fireplace to head to Diagon Alley.