Harry Potter and the Dark Arts Defence champion
New Beginnings
The sun was in the middle of the sky, casting a heavy glow. Harry laid on his bed in silence while studying all the techniques for his Apparation test. He looked up and thought about his godfather, Sirius. Sirius had been dead for over a month now and harry could still not bear to speak about it. The thought of seeing Sirius falling through the black veil in the department of mysteries was too much for him to talk about. He couldn't believe that he was all-alone. Bored and desperately trying to get rid of the thought of his uncle's death, he got up, the sun bathing onto his head from the window. Harry walked over to his books and stared at the photo album, full of his parents and friends. He quickly looked away and stared into the mirror, "Why me? Why did all this have to happen to me?" He soon realised that it was his destiny. Dumbledore had told him that it was he who was destined to have this happen to and that he would only live if he killed Lord Voldormort. At this moment, Hedwig, Harry's white owl, came back into his room. She had been away at the Hogwarts, sending a reply letter to Moody, who had told Harry to keep in touch with him. She had two letters, tied around her leg with a glistening red ribbon. Harry knew what the first letter was about, the Hogwarts symbol was a dead give-away, but the second he did not. He opened the first. The Hogwarts insignia imprinted on the piece of parchment.
All 6th students require
1) How dementors came to be, along with other animals by Brenda Magill 2) The art of Potions by Helmut luin 3) Care of the magical kind by Nevena Na Zuin All students will also require a full dress robe Professor McGonagall. Harry looked at the last sentence. 'Why do we need a dress robe?' Harry thought, then he remembered that there was yet another letter. Harry stared at it, as if he did, it would tell him whom it was from and why. Harry took a deep breath and read the parchment under his breath.
Mr Harry Potter
4 privet Drive, Little whinging.
Dear Mr Potter, Due to the fact that you are now of age, it is our delight to inform you that you have been accepted into the list of young witches and wizards who are to participate in an interschool competition. It is the first of its kind, first annual Defence against the dark arts and other protection inquiry', also known as the 'dark art defence championships'. I t will test mind and physical strengths and prove your own personality. We are pleased also, that you will have the joy of hosting the competition at your school. We hope to see you soon. Professor Lughid Minister of the dark arts protection society
Harry looked at the parchment. He took a guess that due to his past events, that he had defeated Lord Voldermort, not once but four times that somebody would have noticed his dark arts defence. He decided that it was actually quite good that he had been recognised for his power. Harry rolled the parchment up and placed it in his pocket. He stared out into the street of Privet drive and wondered. 'Did Ron and Hermione get one too? Would they be able to help him if they didn't?' These thoughts rushed around his head. His thoughts were all muddled. 'They will get in, They just have to get in!' The door opened, and an overweight Dudley piled in, "Mum says that you have to come down for lunch and send those people a letter." Dudley walked away. Harry knew whom Aunt Petunia was talking about. Last year, Mad Eye Moody warned the Dursleys on the platform at Kings Cross, that if Harry did not tell him about what was going on each three days, he would personally see to it that Harry was all right. Harry bundled down the stairs and into the kitchen. Aunt Petunia had already placed a plate on the table; meanwhile Uncle Vernon and Dudley had already got their seconds. "Eat up, boy, we don't want you to be a skinny little thing, do we?" said Aunt Petunia. Harry looked at his feet as he stumbled to his seat. "I have decided to let you go to your friends house this summer." grunted Uncle Vernon, "I suspect that is what that Ruddy owl, AAAGGGRRRH!" Uncle Vernon fell off his chair, as a barn owl flew down onto the table and handed out his leg to Harry. Harry opened the letter, and in pure coincidence, it was from Ron. Harry, I have to prepare for something, so I will make this quick. Can you come over for the rest of the holidays? Please reply soon Ron P.S. Reply with our new Owl, Meningal. Mum bought him after Dad was given a new position. It made mum proud. It is the 'inspection of Muggle Habits' but he cannot talk to Mum about it because it is 'top secret'. Useless information really but still. Mum has even bought me a new cauldron! See you soon. Harry quickly took a serviette and told Ron that he could come. He ate his lunch faster than a jet and ran upstairs to pack, sending the owl back as he went. What had Ron meant when he said that he had to prepare? Had he been accepted? Harry soon forgot about this, he would find out later, when he reached Ron's. He began packing, thinking about the events ahead.
New Beginnings
The sun was in the middle of the sky, casting a heavy glow. Harry laid on his bed in silence while studying all the techniques for his Apparation test. He looked up and thought about his godfather, Sirius. Sirius had been dead for over a month now and harry could still not bear to speak about it. The thought of seeing Sirius falling through the black veil in the department of mysteries was too much for him to talk about. He couldn't believe that he was all-alone. Bored and desperately trying to get rid of the thought of his uncle's death, he got up, the sun bathing onto his head from the window. Harry walked over to his books and stared at the photo album, full of his parents and friends. He quickly looked away and stared into the mirror, "Why me? Why did all this have to happen to me?" He soon realised that it was his destiny. Dumbledore had told him that it was he who was destined to have this happen to and that he would only live if he killed Lord Voldormort. At this moment, Hedwig, Harry's white owl, came back into his room. She had been away at the Hogwarts, sending a reply letter to Moody, who had told Harry to keep in touch with him. She had two letters, tied around her leg with a glistening red ribbon. Harry knew what the first letter was about, the Hogwarts symbol was a dead give-away, but the second he did not. He opened the first. The Hogwarts insignia imprinted on the piece of parchment.
All 6th students require
1) How dementors came to be, along with other animals by Brenda Magill 2) The art of Potions by Helmut luin 3) Care of the magical kind by Nevena Na Zuin All students will also require a full dress robe Professor McGonagall. Harry looked at the last sentence. 'Why do we need a dress robe?' Harry thought, then he remembered that there was yet another letter. Harry stared at it, as if he did, it would tell him whom it was from and why. Harry took a deep breath and read the parchment under his breath.
Mr Harry Potter
4 privet Drive, Little whinging.
Dear Mr Potter, Due to the fact that you are now of age, it is our delight to inform you that you have been accepted into the list of young witches and wizards who are to participate in an interschool competition. It is the first of its kind, first annual Defence against the dark arts and other protection inquiry', also known as the 'dark art defence championships'. I t will test mind and physical strengths and prove your own personality. We are pleased also, that you will have the joy of hosting the competition at your school. We hope to see you soon. Professor Lughid Minister of the dark arts protection society
Harry looked at the parchment. He took a guess that due to his past events, that he had defeated Lord Voldermort, not once but four times that somebody would have noticed his dark arts defence. He decided that it was actually quite good that he had been recognised for his power. Harry rolled the parchment up and placed it in his pocket. He stared out into the street of Privet drive and wondered. 'Did Ron and Hermione get one too? Would they be able to help him if they didn't?' These thoughts rushed around his head. His thoughts were all muddled. 'They will get in, They just have to get in!' The door opened, and an overweight Dudley piled in, "Mum says that you have to come down for lunch and send those people a letter." Dudley walked away. Harry knew whom Aunt Petunia was talking about. Last year, Mad Eye Moody warned the Dursleys on the platform at Kings Cross, that if Harry did not tell him about what was going on each three days, he would personally see to it that Harry was all right. Harry bundled down the stairs and into the kitchen. Aunt Petunia had already placed a plate on the table; meanwhile Uncle Vernon and Dudley had already got their seconds. "Eat up, boy, we don't want you to be a skinny little thing, do we?" said Aunt Petunia. Harry looked at his feet as he stumbled to his seat. "I have decided to let you go to your friends house this summer." grunted Uncle Vernon, "I suspect that is what that Ruddy owl, AAAGGGRRRH!" Uncle Vernon fell off his chair, as a barn owl flew down onto the table and handed out his leg to Harry. Harry opened the letter, and in pure coincidence, it was from Ron. Harry, I have to prepare for something, so I will make this quick. Can you come over for the rest of the holidays? Please reply soon Ron P.S. Reply with our new Owl, Meningal. Mum bought him after Dad was given a new position. It made mum proud. It is the 'inspection of Muggle Habits' but he cannot talk to Mum about it because it is 'top secret'. Useless information really but still. Mum has even bought me a new cauldron! See you soon. Harry quickly took a serviette and told Ron that he could come. He ate his lunch faster than a jet and ran upstairs to pack, sending the owl back as he went. What had Ron meant when he said that he had to prepare? Had he been accepted? Harry soon forgot about this, he would find out later, when he reached Ron's. He began packing, thinking about the events ahead.