A/N: This is still short, even if it is longer than the other…but that is it for tonight, or at least until you review.
Age Limit:
The next morning after breakfast, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George decided to play a game of Quidditch. Harry continued to let the Snitch lose, let it fly around, and then zoom through the field behind their house to catch it. Hermione sat by the field, her nose buried in a book about Animagus, occasionally looking up to see one of the players swoop down near her to retrieve a ball.
That night they had a larger than usual dinner, as it was Fred and George's last night before they had to return to their shop in Diagon Alley. According to them they needed to be there when school shopping started, but Harry knew they were in a rush to finish their ink cloaks, before it was too late and all their willing customers returned to school.
The rest of their summer went by, uneventful. They continued to have daily Quidditch games, in which Harry saw that both Ginny and Ron had improved greatly. Hermione continued to read up on Animagus. Every night before they fell asleep, Hermione would fill them in on important facts she had learned in the reading of that day. Then, Ron and Harry would chat animatedly about who they thought would fill the new spots on the Gryffindor House Quidditch Team.
One night, discussing the Beaters, Ron said, "I saw Andrew Kirke at Diagon Alley earlier this summer. He had gotten a new broomstick, a Firebolt X, new make, because he made prefect. Anyways, he told me that he had been practicing with Jack Sloper, and they had both gotten better. So good, in fact, he had hit Jack square in the nose from about 650 feet away."
Harry asked, "Was he aiming for Jack?"
"Well, no, but he was aiming for the pillow he was holding…close enough." said Ron dismissively, "They'll probably get on anyways, because of winning the Cup and everything last year."
"Well, if it is anything to you two, I found out today that becoming an Animagi when you are not of age is illegal. That is unless we have training by another, registered Animagus." interrupted Hermione
"But who do we know who is an Animagus," asked Ron stupidly.
"Well," said Harry, "Sirius, my father, Wormtail, but that cant help us because they are all dead," noone bothered to correct the mistake, that wormtail was not dead, he continued, "Rita Skeeter, but she isn't registered. Who do we know who is registered?" asked Harry pensively.
"Professor McGonagall!" shouted Hermione.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhh!" scolded Ron and Harry.
"Oh, sorry. We should ask her when we go back to school. I bet she would help us. Especially after what she said to you last year." said Hermione, quieter.
They all thought about this, as they drifted off to sleep.
