CLASSIFICATION: PG-13 for mild violence later on in the story.
SUMMARY: It's Harry's seventh year at Hogwarts. Strange things are happening at the school, and with some help from his friends, Harry is pushed head first into it.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, in any way, shape or form. I love to read the books, but I sure don't own them. J.K. Rowling and WB do. This is simply a tribute to the Harry Potter series. I am making no money from this and I'm just enjoying sharing my own crazy ideas.
AUTHORS NOTE: This was my first fan fiction that I ever posted. I pulled it down because it needed to be re-written. However, I have decided to keep this as it is, and use it as a template for the next fic after 'Hate & Love' I hope you all enjoy... This was written almost three years ago and hasn't been changed since. I am under no delusions that it is any good. Just something I wrote.
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From Chapter One:
The alarm clock sitting beside Harry's bed went off at exactly 11:30 a.m. He jumped, quickly turning the alarm off, not wanting Uncle Vernon to open the door. He got lost within his thoughts wondering where his godfather was that the alarm startled him. Picking up the button, he looked around and waited the last two minutes.
Feeling the familiar jerk underneath his navel, Harry was pulled to the school in a whirl of wind and color.---------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter Two
The Meeting with Dumbledore
Harry fell forward as he landed on the ground of the schoolyard. Pulling himself to his feet, he pocketed the button within his robes and started to look around. He was standing on the far side of the lake, and felt a little disorientated from the travel.
Noticing Hagrid coming towards him, he smiled. "Hi Hagrid, any idea why I'm here?" Harry called out.
Hagrid just smiled and said in his gruff voice, "Harry, how yah doin'?" seeming to avoid the question.
"Worried, you know why I'm here Hagrid." Harry finally shaking off the affects of the port key was even more curious as to why he was here. Taking three strides to everyone of Hagrid's, they made their way around the lake towards the front door.
"Ah, you know I can't tell yah that. That's for Dumbledore. Your gonna love it Harry." Hagrid thumped a large hand on Harry's back, nearly knocking him over.
He stumbled forward a few steps and then regained his feet, "I'm going to love what Hagrid? What's going on?"
Hagrid just grinned at him again and continued to stride towards the castle. Harry gave up, knowing he wasn't going to get anything out of him.
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Checking his watch, Harry stood in front of the large stone gargoyle at five to 12 and took a deep breath. Saying the password that Hagrid told him, smarties, he watched the gargoyle jump to the side and the wall behind it split in two. Before moving though the door, he touched the gargoyle and told it thank you. He could have sworn it smiled at him.
He stepped onto the spiral staircase that moved upwards, and silently stood there on his way up. Long before he was ready to be there, he found himself standing in front of the gleaming oak door, with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffon. Raising his hand, he grasped the knocker, rapped upon the door and then took a step back.
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When the door did not open straight away, Harry started to squirm where he stood. He could hear voices on the other side of the door, but could not hear anything more than mumbles though the oak door. It took all of his will power not to press his ear up against the door and listen.
Once again, the question of 'Why am I here?' passed threw his mind as he glanced down at his watch that Sirius had sent him for Christmas in his fifth year. 11:59 blinked up at him from his wrist. How could he be early? That climb on the spiraling staircase seemed to take forever, and he could swear he had been standing in front of the door for at least five minutes. However, he couldn't have, he had had only five minutes left when he reached the gargoyle. Was time slowing down, just to drive him crazy?
All of a sudden, Harry jerked his head up, the voices had stopped and he could not hear anything coming from the room. He straightened himself up trying to make it look as if he was not nervous to find out who was behind that door other than Professor Dumbledore.
There was the sound of chairs scraping on the floor and footsteps coming towards the door. Harry backed up a step, not knowing if people would be coming out, or if it was just one person coming to open the door for him.
As the door opened in towards the office, he gasped. A tiny woman stood before him, smiling broadly. She could not be more than 5' tall, and although she looked young, her hair was a snowy white and in a long braid behind her. What surprised him even more was she wasn't dressed in robes, but in a medieval gown that was a vivid shade of green.
"Good afternoon, you must be Mr. Potter. Please, come in. Professor Dumbledore is waiting for you." At that, the woman bowed at the waist, clasping her hands in front of her chest, straightened up, and strode past Harry towards the staircase.
Harry watched her move past him and did not remove his gaze until he could not see her any more. Questions spinning though his head, 'Who is she? Why had she bowed to me?' but most of all, 'Why on earth am I here?'
Shaking himself out of it, Harry took those last few steps and entered the office.
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Taking a quick look around the room, Harry smiled. It had not changed much over the years since he had first stepped foot in it. Fawkes, the phoenix, was sitting on top of Professor Dumbledore's desk and was preening his feathers. The Sorting Hat was sitting on a shelf behind the desk and in a glass case beside it was the sword of Godric Gryffindor, which Harry had used in his second year in the Chamber of Secrets.
Someone beside him cleared their throat and Harry jumped. He felt somewhat silly; he kept getting lost within his thoughts for some reason today. Turning, he found himself face to face with the Headmaster.
"Harry, how good of you to come." Dumbledore chortled. "I'm sure your wondering why I asked you to come here today, and in the middle of your summer vacation." As he talked, Dumbledore made his way around the enormous, claw-footed desk and took a seat in his chair, gesturing for Harry to do the same.
Harry sat down heavily into one of the chairs in front of the desk as all of the questions that he had going threw his head the past few days seemed to disappear. He nodded, watching Dumbledore.
Dumbledore smiled, "Have you been keeping up to date with the Daily Prophet Harry?"
Shaking his head confused, "No sir, I haven't received a copy since I went back to the Dursleys. Ron promised to send me a copy if anything big showed up though." Feeling his chest start to tighten, he croaked out, "Why? What does that have to do with me?"
If anything, the smile on Dumbledore's face got bigger. "I must remember to thank Mr. Weasley when he comes back to class this fall." He said almost to himself.
"Why?" Harry asked feeling even more confused.
"It seems that Mr. Weasley hasn't been keeping up to date himself." Dumbledore answered, looking straight at him. "The whole reason I asked you here today Mr. Potter, was to impart some very important news. However before I get to that, I'm sure wondering who that was." He glanced towards the door.
"Um, yes sir, I was, Professor Dumbledore sir." Harry turned in his seat towards the door, almost expecting the woman to be back, but no one was there, and it had closed behind him. Unable to stop himself he blurted out, "Why did she bow to me?" turning back to face the Headmaster.
Dumbledore's eyes sparkled for the briefest of moments. "That was Madam Nurr. She will be assisting in the Hospital Wing next year, and within the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. As to why she bowed, you will have to ask her that yourself, Harry."
Looking thunderstruck, Harry blurted out, "I thought Professor Hellfire was going to be back again next year. What happened?" without thinking. In the six years that Harry had been at Hogwarts, he had not had a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher that made it though the summer term. It had looked like the newest one just might. Although Professor Hellfire was not the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher they had had, he definitely wasn't the worst; Professor Lockhart still had that distinction.
Folding his hands together, Dumbledore leaned forward in his chair and watched Harry. "Yes, Professor Hellfire will be back next year. Madam Nurr will only be assisting in the classroom. You will find what she has to teach very interesting."
Before Harry had a chance to ask what Professor Dumbledore meant, a knock sounded on the great oak door. Spinning around, Harry stared at it as Dumbledore chucked.
"Ah yes, they are early. Harry, the reason I asked you here." At that, he raised his voice and called out, "Come in, come in."
Harry's eyes widened as the door swung open towards him.
SUMMARY: It's Harry's seventh year at Hogwarts. Strange things are happening at the school, and with some help from his friends, Harry is pushed head first into it.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, in any way, shape or form. I love to read the books, but I sure don't own them. J.K. Rowling and WB do. This is simply a tribute to the Harry Potter series. I am making no money from this and I'm just enjoying sharing my own crazy ideas.
AUTHORS NOTE: This was my first fan fiction that I ever posted. I pulled it down because it needed to be re-written. However, I have decided to keep this as it is, and use it as a template for the next fic after 'Hate & Love' I hope you all enjoy... This was written almost three years ago and hasn't been changed since. I am under no delusions that it is any good. Just something I wrote.
From Chapter One:
The alarm clock sitting beside Harry's bed went off at exactly 11:30 a.m. He jumped, quickly turning the alarm off, not wanting Uncle Vernon to open the door. He got lost within his thoughts wondering where his godfather was that the alarm startled him. Picking up the button, he looked around and waited the last two minutes.
Feeling the familiar jerk underneath his navel, Harry was pulled to the school in a whirl of wind and color.
Chapter Two
The Meeting with Dumbledore
Harry fell forward as he landed on the ground of the schoolyard. Pulling himself to his feet, he pocketed the button within his robes and started to look around. He was standing on the far side of the lake, and felt a little disorientated from the travel.
Noticing Hagrid coming towards him, he smiled. "Hi Hagrid, any idea why I'm here?" Harry called out.
Hagrid just smiled and said in his gruff voice, "Harry, how yah doin'?" seeming to avoid the question.
"Worried, you know why I'm here Hagrid." Harry finally shaking off the affects of the port key was even more curious as to why he was here. Taking three strides to everyone of Hagrid's, they made their way around the lake towards the front door.
"Ah, you know I can't tell yah that. That's for Dumbledore. Your gonna love it Harry." Hagrid thumped a large hand on Harry's back, nearly knocking him over.
He stumbled forward a few steps and then regained his feet, "I'm going to love what Hagrid? What's going on?"
Hagrid just grinned at him again and continued to stride towards the castle. Harry gave up, knowing he wasn't going to get anything out of him.
Checking his watch, Harry stood in front of the large stone gargoyle at five to 12 and took a deep breath. Saying the password that Hagrid told him, smarties, he watched the gargoyle jump to the side and the wall behind it split in two. Before moving though the door, he touched the gargoyle and told it thank you. He could have sworn it smiled at him.
He stepped onto the spiral staircase that moved upwards, and silently stood there on his way up. Long before he was ready to be there, he found himself standing in front of the gleaming oak door, with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffon. Raising his hand, he grasped the knocker, rapped upon the door and then took a step back.
When the door did not open straight away, Harry started to squirm where he stood. He could hear voices on the other side of the door, but could not hear anything more than mumbles though the oak door. It took all of his will power not to press his ear up against the door and listen.
Once again, the question of 'Why am I here?' passed threw his mind as he glanced down at his watch that Sirius had sent him for Christmas in his fifth year. 11:59 blinked up at him from his wrist. How could he be early? That climb on the spiraling staircase seemed to take forever, and he could swear he had been standing in front of the door for at least five minutes. However, he couldn't have, he had had only five minutes left when he reached the gargoyle. Was time slowing down, just to drive him crazy?
All of a sudden, Harry jerked his head up, the voices had stopped and he could not hear anything coming from the room. He straightened himself up trying to make it look as if he was not nervous to find out who was behind that door other than Professor Dumbledore.
There was the sound of chairs scraping on the floor and footsteps coming towards the door. Harry backed up a step, not knowing if people would be coming out, or if it was just one person coming to open the door for him.
As the door opened in towards the office, he gasped. A tiny woman stood before him, smiling broadly. She could not be more than 5' tall, and although she looked young, her hair was a snowy white and in a long braid behind her. What surprised him even more was she wasn't dressed in robes, but in a medieval gown that was a vivid shade of green.
"Good afternoon, you must be Mr. Potter. Please, come in. Professor Dumbledore is waiting for you." At that, the woman bowed at the waist, clasping her hands in front of her chest, straightened up, and strode past Harry towards the staircase.
Harry watched her move past him and did not remove his gaze until he could not see her any more. Questions spinning though his head, 'Who is she? Why had she bowed to me?' but most of all, 'Why on earth am I here?'
Shaking himself out of it, Harry took those last few steps and entered the office.
Taking a quick look around the room, Harry smiled. It had not changed much over the years since he had first stepped foot in it. Fawkes, the phoenix, was sitting on top of Professor Dumbledore's desk and was preening his feathers. The Sorting Hat was sitting on a shelf behind the desk and in a glass case beside it was the sword of Godric Gryffindor, which Harry had used in his second year in the Chamber of Secrets.
Someone beside him cleared their throat and Harry jumped. He felt somewhat silly; he kept getting lost within his thoughts for some reason today. Turning, he found himself face to face with the Headmaster.
"Harry, how good of you to come." Dumbledore chortled. "I'm sure your wondering why I asked you to come here today, and in the middle of your summer vacation." As he talked, Dumbledore made his way around the enormous, claw-footed desk and took a seat in his chair, gesturing for Harry to do the same.
Harry sat down heavily into one of the chairs in front of the desk as all of the questions that he had going threw his head the past few days seemed to disappear. He nodded, watching Dumbledore.
Dumbledore smiled, "Have you been keeping up to date with the Daily Prophet Harry?"
Shaking his head confused, "No sir, I haven't received a copy since I went back to the Dursleys. Ron promised to send me a copy if anything big showed up though." Feeling his chest start to tighten, he croaked out, "Why? What does that have to do with me?"
If anything, the smile on Dumbledore's face got bigger. "I must remember to thank Mr. Weasley when he comes back to class this fall." He said almost to himself.
"Why?" Harry asked feeling even more confused.
"It seems that Mr. Weasley hasn't been keeping up to date himself." Dumbledore answered, looking straight at him. "The whole reason I asked you here today Mr. Potter, was to impart some very important news. However before I get to that, I'm sure wondering who that was." He glanced towards the door.
"Um, yes sir, I was, Professor Dumbledore sir." Harry turned in his seat towards the door, almost expecting the woman to be back, but no one was there, and it had closed behind him. Unable to stop himself he blurted out, "Why did she bow to me?" turning back to face the Headmaster.
Dumbledore's eyes sparkled for the briefest of moments. "That was Madam Nurr. She will be assisting in the Hospital Wing next year, and within the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. As to why she bowed, you will have to ask her that yourself, Harry."
Looking thunderstruck, Harry blurted out, "I thought Professor Hellfire was going to be back again next year. What happened?" without thinking. In the six years that Harry had been at Hogwarts, he had not had a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher that made it though the summer term. It had looked like the newest one just might. Although Professor Hellfire was not the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher they had had, he definitely wasn't the worst; Professor Lockhart still had that distinction.
Folding his hands together, Dumbledore leaned forward in his chair and watched Harry. "Yes, Professor Hellfire will be back next year. Madam Nurr will only be assisting in the classroom. You will find what she has to teach very interesting."
Before Harry had a chance to ask what Professor Dumbledore meant, a knock sounded on the great oak door. Spinning around, Harry stared at it as Dumbledore chucked.
"Ah yes, they are early. Harry, the reason I asked you here." At that, he raised his voice and called out, "Come in, come in."
Harry's eyes widened as the door swung open towards him.