Hey, sorry that It took so long to post again. the document manager wasn't
working for a couple of days. Also, my dad found this for me. this website
has an audio excert from book five, but it's different. It's not the " I
have something to tell you" one, nor is it the "The hottest day of the
summer." paragraph. Listen to it and see what you think. Tell me what you
think is going on. E-mail me at Computergeek@email.chartway.com.
Also, if you scroll down some more on that page, it says that Harry had dreams of a door, and Ron is Keeper! Here's the site: - /0807220280/qid=1055550100/sr=12-1/103-9959272-8357441?v=glance&s=books .
Now to my reviwers:
Yoshi-Fan2003: thanks!
Rose: Thanks! I'm gonna try to write more pranks when I get a break from the plot.
KuTiExAzNxAnGeL : thanks for reviewing!
Yana: I'll try to keep writing. Do you want me to continue, even after June 21?
Tracy: Thanks! I've tried to update it, but the document manager wasn't working, so I couldn't.
One more thing: Do you want me to keep writing this story, even after June 21? I will if I get a lot of reviews telling me to keep going. If I get about fifteen people, then I'll stay with the story. So review!
And now to our feature presentation! ;)
Ron was swirling around in some sort of mist, and he could not make out the others that were there too. Suddenly, the mist disappeared and Ron found himself in the tri-wizard maze. He could see Hermione, his professors, and Sirius there. Somehow, Ron knew that he could not be seen, as he was only visiting a memory.
" You take the cup." Ron heard Cedric say.
" We'll both take it."
" Are you sure?"
" Positive." Ah, so that's why Harry felt guilty about Cedric's death. They both grabbed the cup, and the five onlookers felt a jerk from behind their navel, and found themselves in a graveyard. A bush rustled, causing everyone to jump.
"Wands out, do you reckon?" Cedric suggested.
" KILL THE SPARE! KILL THE SPARE! KILL THE SPARE" The voice rang out, and the five onlookers shuttered.
Cedric's body fell lifelessly to the ground. Harry ran over. " No! Cedric!" Suddenly, Cedric sprang back to life.
" YOU KILLED ME! YOU TOLD ME TO TAKE THE CUP WITH YOU! I THOUGHT I WAS YOUR FRIEND! THE FAMOUS HARRY POTTER KILLED A FELLOW CHAMPION TO GET REVENGE ON HIM FOR STEALING HIS GLORY!"
" No! I didn't." Dumbledore cringed. Why would Harry think it was his fault?
Voldemort was standing where Cedric had died.
" STUPID BOY! YOU SENT HIM TO HIS DEATH! AND NOW, YOU'VE TURNED TO THE DARK SIDE, AND I AM GOING TO KILL ALL THAT ARE DEAR TO YOU!" Voldemort yelled the killing curse many times as Harry's friends appeared out of nowhere and died. When Ron and Hermione died, they yelled at him.
" YOU KILLED US! HE CAME FOR US BECAUSE WE KNOW YOU! HOW COULD YOU?" Ron and Hermione ( the real ones ) were weeping. We would never say that! That's not what we think! Hermione thought.
Harry could not stand it. He collapsed on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. Sirius suddenly appeared. He looked like he could not control his anger at Harry.
" Potter! Why did you kill all those people? You do not deserve your mother's gift! You do not deserve to live! I wish I wasn't your godfather! I wish I never knew you!" The real Sirius was shacking and sobbing.
Snape took his place when Sirius finished.
" Boy, you are not worthy of your fame, or my jealousy! I take back my apology! Go to Hell, Potter!" Even the real Snape was astonished at what his dream self was saying.
Remus was next. " Boy, why did you let Pettigrew escape? You are an idiot! I wish I never taught you that spell to ward off the dementors, so they would have kissed you! That is all that you deserve, nothing more!" Harry fell to the ground, crying. He couldn't take much more of this, but the worst was yet to come. Remus bit his lip and trembled.
Then, .
Dumbledore came, and everything stopped. All of the dead souls that had been circling and taunting Harry froze. Harry thought that Dumbledore would have words of comfort, but.
Sirius, Hermione, Ron, Snape, and Remus were not sure what to expect. Everything everyone said was negative towards Harry, but Dumbledore would surely be kind, right? Dumbledore bit his tongue, wondering what Harry dreamed he was going to say. Hopefully nothing bad, but the way this dream was going, that was not the case.
When Dumbledore heard his dream self scream at Harry, he, for the first time in his life, had a half ashamed , half astonished and bewildered look on his face. His mouth hung open as his dream-self barley whispered (which was worse than yelling):
" Potter, you are a disgrace! You are as bad as a death eater! You killed a fellow student! How dare you! And I brought you into this school! I am ashamed I ever saved you from Voldemort! I am ashamed I have ever laid my eyes on you! You are worth nothing more than to be dead! You are not worthy to live!" Hearing this from his friends was one thing, but from his Headmaster, mentor, and friend, was entirely different. If Dumbledore thought he deserved to die, it was probably true.
The onlookers could sense Harry's thoughts, and Dumbledore was partially surprised that Harry though so high of his headmaster, and that when Harry heard Dumbledore, he immeadtly thought he was right, and Harry did not deserve his mother's protection.
More unfortunate souls came seeking Harry, but out of all that he saw in that dream, the most effecting were his parents.
" MY SON! YOU ARE MY SON! YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SKUM! YOU DO NOT DESERVE MY SACRIFICE OF LOVE! I HATE YOU!"
" YOU ARE NOT MY SON, POTTER! I HAVE NO SON! MY SON DOES NOT KILL HIS FRIENDS!" Sirius and Remus were astonished, like Dumbledore. This was not the Lily and James they knew, but they supposed that Harry never really knew his parents enough to know what they would think of him. And that was just pure mean to say to your son.
Harry could take no more. He screamed and woke up, sobbing more than he ever had in his life. He thought about his dream, forgetting that it was only a dream, and thinking that it was really how people felt about him. Well, if Dumbledore thought he deserved to die, that was what he would do.
Dumbledore still had his mouth wide open, amazed that Harry thought Dumbledore was always right.
Harry stumbled out of bed and wrote a quick farewell note. Then he made his way to the bathroom. Not watching where he was going, he bumped into the wall loudly. He regained his composure and grabbed a knife he received as a gift for his birthday from some fan of his. He raised it to his wrist. the sharp blade was inches from his skin. one slice could end it all. after all, it was what they wanted.
Ron remembered that this was when he had woken up because of Harry' encounter with the wall, and his scream, and went to investigate, only to find Harry with a sharp razor blade held to his wrist. Ron knew what he was going to do.
" Harry! Harry! Don't you dare!" Too late. Harry's blade had just pierced his skin deeply, causing him to bleed furiously when he saw Ron running to him. As soon as he saw Ron, he passed out.
Each of them felt something pulling on their bodies, pulling them free from this horrible scene. When Harry saw them return, he noticed their reactions.
Ron looked sad and angry, Hermione looked like she was half hurt, half full of pity. Snape looked. well, simply angry, but then he never showed his true emotions. Sirius and Remus looked so sad that Harry felt a tiny bit guilty. However, Dumbledore's expression was the most shocking of all.
He still had his mouth wide open, unaware of everyone staring at him, and his eyes were wide, just staring at Harry with a far away look. He looked. just surprised.
" Erm. Professor?" Harry finally broke the silence. The Headmaster broke his trance and surprised look, and gazed at Harry.
" Harry. is that what you really think?"
" Well. I did. until I saw my parents."
" Oh, Harry! We would NEVER say things like that!" Hermione ran to him and hugged him tightly.
" Thanks, Hermione. I realize that now, but after that dream. I had already had so many similar ones. I just. thought it was true."
" Well, never forget that we all love and care for you." Sirius said. Harry nodded.
" Harry, I think you should stay in the Hospital wing for the night. Tomorrow is Saturday. Rest, and let your wounds heal."
Harry couldn't speak anymore. He simply nodded again. As they all filed out, Harry fell asleep immediately.
**
The next morning, Harry woke up very late and felt refreshed. It was nine- thirty, so Ron and Hermione would be eating breakfast right now. He dressed, and sat down in the Great Hall.
At first, he did not notice everyone staring at him. When he did see it, he thought that they had somehow heard about what happened last night. He sighed. Pity was not his best friend.
When he still noticed the Hall staring at him, he saw their expressions. They were far from pity. Hatred, annoyance, disgust were some of their emotions.
A Hufflepuff finally said, " Hey, Potter, why do you always want the fame?" Many "Yeah!"s echoed that speech.
Harry was confused. " What? What's going on?" He turned to Ron and Hermione.
Hermione looked like she did wasn't angry or pitied at all. Ron looked slightly angry. She said, " Oh, it's nothing Harry. they just-"
But Ron shoved a copy of the paper at him. " Hermione, I wouldn't call it nothing." He said in a dangerously low tone.
Harry read reluctantly.
HARRY POTTER, BIGHEADED LIAR
It seems Harry Potter cannot get enough fame, writes Rita Skeeter, special correspondent. Potter, who the Daily Profit revealed last June is disturbed and dangerous, claims to have saved Bill Weasley from He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named at an attack on Azkaban. Obviously, Potter just wants more attention and fame, so he made up a story. How he found out about what happened to Weasley and the exact conditions we do not know, but if he has been sneaking out of school, the Headmaster should know.
When confronted, Bill Weasley says that there was an attack on the prison, and when You-Know-Who shot the killing curse at him, he was flown backword, but not killed. Perhaps Potter and Albus Dumbledore planned this together. Maybe Potter posed as a Voldemort look-a-like, but was not strong enough to shoot a real killing curse. He and Dumbledore have been insisting that You- Know-Who has returned ever since the third task, saying that He took some of Potter's blood and killed Cedric Diggory. I think we know who really killed Cedric.
Harry gasped. How dare she call him a murderer! He looked back at Hermione, who shrugged.
" We know it's not true, Harry. Who cares what others think?" Harry smiled at her. Ron, however, scowled.
" No, Hermione, he cares, because he's a big headed jerk." Harry and Hermione both looked at him.
" How could you have saved my brother? That is obviously a lie, and you know it! And now I'm starting to doubt You-Know-Who being back. He hasn't done a thing yet. Why should we believe you?"
Harry felt his face heat up. He was angry, but unaware that everyone was still silent and staring at him. " Well, Ron, number 1, I did it through a dream. If you want to verify it, ask the Headmaster. Two, It is not a lie! I would never lie about something like that. And three, VOLDEMORT IS BACK! HE ROSE LAST YEAR DURING THE THRID TASK, USED MY BLOOD TO COME BACK, AND KILLED CEDRIC! If you want proof, here's the cut on my arm!" Harry pulled up his sleeve, showing the scar from Wormtail's knife.
" Do you seriously think I would kill a classmate, Ron? Do you seriously think that I would joke about Voldemort?" Harry gave his friend a cold stare, and stormed away.
Hermione looked at Ron. " Honestly, Ron, do you really think he would lie? You know how he absolutely hates fame. He saved your brother! You should be thanking him!" Hermione went after Harry, leaving an angry and confused Great Hall.
Albus Dumbledore sighed. Poor Harry always gets the attention he doesn't want. And now, his friend is mad at him, calling Harry a liar. Dumbledore almost chuckled when he saw that everyone was still staring after Harry. People these days!
**
Harry sat in his dorm thinking. Why was his life always so hard? He decided to practice some Animagus transformations to have fun. He turned into a Phoenix, than a dog, then a mouse (he refused to become a rat unless he really had to) and a phoenix again, which slightly startled Phoebe. Then, Harry decided to try to become another magical animal: a griffin.
Concentrating very hard on how they are supposed to look and how they act, what they eat, what they don't eat, and what enemies they have ( Snakes were the only foe), Harry felt his body change with a pop. Suddenly he had four legs and wings. He could feel his golden fur grow. Phoebe applauded him. Griffins and Phoenixes had a tradition of being friends. But, as soon as he had changed, he had heard a noise thanks to the griffin's keen sense of hearing. He judged it to be a boy coming up to the dorm, and tried to turn human again. Unfortunately, he had forgotten that he had to turn into a phoenix before a human, and just as he became the bird, the door opened, and Ron came in.
Ron was surprised by the presence of the bird, but then remembered it from the train ride.
" Hello, Philip! How are you?" Harry knew that he really wasn't mad at Ron, just annoyed that Ron didn't trust him, so he aloud himself to trill loudly. The music made Ron jump. It was eerie, yet soothing, as if the only thing that could come out of it was good.
" Wow, Philip! I haven't seen you since September first! How are you after the fight?"
The phoenix gave him a small smile, and flew on to his shoulder.
" Philip, can I ask you something? Do you know what's wrong with Harry? He's been acting kind of strange, and he never mentioned Seeing in his letters. He acts like he is keeping something from us."
Harry decided to try to speak to Ron, in thought. He channeled the words, " Ronald, Harry is forbidden by the Headmaster to allow you or others to know. He was not supposed to tell you about his Sight, but he had to, in case he had a vision with you around. There are many more powers that Harry has."
Ron looked stunned. " You.you talked!" The bird rolled his eyes.
" Philip, can I ask you one more thing? Who is your owner?"
The bird lowered his head, and said, " I am afraid that is something else no one is supposed to know. It is kept secret, because it may be helpful for the fight against the dark lord."
" You mean he really is back?"
" Yes. Harry had to duel with him during the third task. He sent three Death Eaters to attack the train. He is back."
Ron looked ashamed. " I guess I should really apologize to Harry. I can't believe I yelled at him, knowing all that has happened to him. You know, he never told anyone other than Dumbledore and Sirius what really happened that night."
" He will tell you when he is ready." Harry found that it was easier for him to give advise as a Phoenix. " Right now, he is. overwhelmed by events. including when he saved your brother by."
" How did he save my brother?" Ron inturrepted.
" I don't think I am aloud to tell you, but I will say that it was with a simple spell."
" Philip, can we talk to Phoebe?"
" No, only me, I think."
The door opened again. " Hermione, look, it's Philip!"
Hermione had a huge smile on her face as she stroked Philip, making Harry roll his eyes. This was really weird for him.
" HI, Philip!" Hermione said in a baby voice, making Ron laugh.
" Talk to her" Ron mouthed.
" Hermione, please don't. I'm not a baby, you know." She jumped ten feet.
" Philip?" The bird smiled. He realized that others would be getting back from dinner right now, and he did not want to be seen by all of Gryffindor tower.
" I am sorry, but I must be going. I will see you again sometime."
" Wait! Thank you for saving the whole school."
Philip smiled and shook his head. " Of course!"
Ron added, " Do you know where Harry is?"
Philip thought a moment, deciding that Harry would be in the library.
" So, you finally realized what a stupid prat you've been?" Hermione asked.
Ron grinned. " Yep. See you, Philip." The scarlet and gold bird flew out the window, and flew to the window in the library. With a simple Alohamora, he got inside. Reluctantly, some people noticed him, but he flew to the corner and changed back to Harry. Sitting down at a table and reading, " Curses and Counter curses", he waited for Ron and Hermione.
When they came, Harry saw out of the corner of his eye, Hermione telling Ron to just get it over with. Harry wanted to spare Ron some embarrassment because he was forgiven, so he walked over to them.
" Harry! Listen, I'm-" Ron said.
" I know Ron. Apology accepted." Harry grinned. Ron grinned too. It was an awkward moment. " Oh, and Hermione, please don't cry again." She grinned back.
" So, where have you two been?"
" Oh Harry, you'll never guess who we've met in your dorm!" Harry smiled to himself. Oh yes I will!
**
Also, if you scroll down some more on that page, it says that Harry had dreams of a door, and Ron is Keeper! Here's the site: - /0807220280/qid=1055550100/sr=12-1/103-9959272-8357441?v=glance&s=books .
Now to my reviwers:
Yoshi-Fan2003: thanks!
Rose: Thanks! I'm gonna try to write more pranks when I get a break from the plot.
KuTiExAzNxAnGeL : thanks for reviewing!
Yana: I'll try to keep writing. Do you want me to continue, even after June 21?
Tracy: Thanks! I've tried to update it, but the document manager wasn't working, so I couldn't.
One more thing: Do you want me to keep writing this story, even after June 21? I will if I get a lot of reviews telling me to keep going. If I get about fifteen people, then I'll stay with the story. So review!
And now to our feature presentation! ;)
Ron was swirling around in some sort of mist, and he could not make out the others that were there too. Suddenly, the mist disappeared and Ron found himself in the tri-wizard maze. He could see Hermione, his professors, and Sirius there. Somehow, Ron knew that he could not be seen, as he was only visiting a memory.
" You take the cup." Ron heard Cedric say.
" We'll both take it."
" Are you sure?"
" Positive." Ah, so that's why Harry felt guilty about Cedric's death. They both grabbed the cup, and the five onlookers felt a jerk from behind their navel, and found themselves in a graveyard. A bush rustled, causing everyone to jump.
"Wands out, do you reckon?" Cedric suggested.
" KILL THE SPARE! KILL THE SPARE! KILL THE SPARE" The voice rang out, and the five onlookers shuttered.
Cedric's body fell lifelessly to the ground. Harry ran over. " No! Cedric!" Suddenly, Cedric sprang back to life.
" YOU KILLED ME! YOU TOLD ME TO TAKE THE CUP WITH YOU! I THOUGHT I WAS YOUR FRIEND! THE FAMOUS HARRY POTTER KILLED A FELLOW CHAMPION TO GET REVENGE ON HIM FOR STEALING HIS GLORY!"
" No! I didn't." Dumbledore cringed. Why would Harry think it was his fault?
Voldemort was standing where Cedric had died.
" STUPID BOY! YOU SENT HIM TO HIS DEATH! AND NOW, YOU'VE TURNED TO THE DARK SIDE, AND I AM GOING TO KILL ALL THAT ARE DEAR TO YOU!" Voldemort yelled the killing curse many times as Harry's friends appeared out of nowhere and died. When Ron and Hermione died, they yelled at him.
" YOU KILLED US! HE CAME FOR US BECAUSE WE KNOW YOU! HOW COULD YOU?" Ron and Hermione ( the real ones ) were weeping. We would never say that! That's not what we think! Hermione thought.
Harry could not stand it. He collapsed on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. Sirius suddenly appeared. He looked like he could not control his anger at Harry.
" Potter! Why did you kill all those people? You do not deserve your mother's gift! You do not deserve to live! I wish I wasn't your godfather! I wish I never knew you!" The real Sirius was shacking and sobbing.
Snape took his place when Sirius finished.
" Boy, you are not worthy of your fame, or my jealousy! I take back my apology! Go to Hell, Potter!" Even the real Snape was astonished at what his dream self was saying.
Remus was next. " Boy, why did you let Pettigrew escape? You are an idiot! I wish I never taught you that spell to ward off the dementors, so they would have kissed you! That is all that you deserve, nothing more!" Harry fell to the ground, crying. He couldn't take much more of this, but the worst was yet to come. Remus bit his lip and trembled.
Then, .
Dumbledore came, and everything stopped. All of the dead souls that had been circling and taunting Harry froze. Harry thought that Dumbledore would have words of comfort, but.
Sirius, Hermione, Ron, Snape, and Remus were not sure what to expect. Everything everyone said was negative towards Harry, but Dumbledore would surely be kind, right? Dumbledore bit his tongue, wondering what Harry dreamed he was going to say. Hopefully nothing bad, but the way this dream was going, that was not the case.
When Dumbledore heard his dream self scream at Harry, he, for the first time in his life, had a half ashamed , half astonished and bewildered look on his face. His mouth hung open as his dream-self barley whispered (which was worse than yelling):
" Potter, you are a disgrace! You are as bad as a death eater! You killed a fellow student! How dare you! And I brought you into this school! I am ashamed I ever saved you from Voldemort! I am ashamed I have ever laid my eyes on you! You are worth nothing more than to be dead! You are not worthy to live!" Hearing this from his friends was one thing, but from his Headmaster, mentor, and friend, was entirely different. If Dumbledore thought he deserved to die, it was probably true.
The onlookers could sense Harry's thoughts, and Dumbledore was partially surprised that Harry though so high of his headmaster, and that when Harry heard Dumbledore, he immeadtly thought he was right, and Harry did not deserve his mother's protection.
More unfortunate souls came seeking Harry, but out of all that he saw in that dream, the most effecting were his parents.
" MY SON! YOU ARE MY SON! YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SKUM! YOU DO NOT DESERVE MY SACRIFICE OF LOVE! I HATE YOU!"
" YOU ARE NOT MY SON, POTTER! I HAVE NO SON! MY SON DOES NOT KILL HIS FRIENDS!" Sirius and Remus were astonished, like Dumbledore. This was not the Lily and James they knew, but they supposed that Harry never really knew his parents enough to know what they would think of him. And that was just pure mean to say to your son.
Harry could take no more. He screamed and woke up, sobbing more than he ever had in his life. He thought about his dream, forgetting that it was only a dream, and thinking that it was really how people felt about him. Well, if Dumbledore thought he deserved to die, that was what he would do.
Dumbledore still had his mouth wide open, amazed that Harry thought Dumbledore was always right.
Harry stumbled out of bed and wrote a quick farewell note. Then he made his way to the bathroom. Not watching where he was going, he bumped into the wall loudly. He regained his composure and grabbed a knife he received as a gift for his birthday from some fan of his. He raised it to his wrist. the sharp blade was inches from his skin. one slice could end it all. after all, it was what they wanted.
Ron remembered that this was when he had woken up because of Harry' encounter with the wall, and his scream, and went to investigate, only to find Harry with a sharp razor blade held to his wrist. Ron knew what he was going to do.
" Harry! Harry! Don't you dare!" Too late. Harry's blade had just pierced his skin deeply, causing him to bleed furiously when he saw Ron running to him. As soon as he saw Ron, he passed out.
Each of them felt something pulling on their bodies, pulling them free from this horrible scene. When Harry saw them return, he noticed their reactions.
Ron looked sad and angry, Hermione looked like she was half hurt, half full of pity. Snape looked. well, simply angry, but then he never showed his true emotions. Sirius and Remus looked so sad that Harry felt a tiny bit guilty. However, Dumbledore's expression was the most shocking of all.
He still had his mouth wide open, unaware of everyone staring at him, and his eyes were wide, just staring at Harry with a far away look. He looked. just surprised.
" Erm. Professor?" Harry finally broke the silence. The Headmaster broke his trance and surprised look, and gazed at Harry.
" Harry. is that what you really think?"
" Well. I did. until I saw my parents."
" Oh, Harry! We would NEVER say things like that!" Hermione ran to him and hugged him tightly.
" Thanks, Hermione. I realize that now, but after that dream. I had already had so many similar ones. I just. thought it was true."
" Well, never forget that we all love and care for you." Sirius said. Harry nodded.
" Harry, I think you should stay in the Hospital wing for the night. Tomorrow is Saturday. Rest, and let your wounds heal."
Harry couldn't speak anymore. He simply nodded again. As they all filed out, Harry fell asleep immediately.
**
The next morning, Harry woke up very late and felt refreshed. It was nine- thirty, so Ron and Hermione would be eating breakfast right now. He dressed, and sat down in the Great Hall.
At first, he did not notice everyone staring at him. When he did see it, he thought that they had somehow heard about what happened last night. He sighed. Pity was not his best friend.
When he still noticed the Hall staring at him, he saw their expressions. They were far from pity. Hatred, annoyance, disgust were some of their emotions.
A Hufflepuff finally said, " Hey, Potter, why do you always want the fame?" Many "Yeah!"s echoed that speech.
Harry was confused. " What? What's going on?" He turned to Ron and Hermione.
Hermione looked like she did wasn't angry or pitied at all. Ron looked slightly angry. She said, " Oh, it's nothing Harry. they just-"
But Ron shoved a copy of the paper at him. " Hermione, I wouldn't call it nothing." He said in a dangerously low tone.
Harry read reluctantly.
HARRY POTTER, BIGHEADED LIAR
It seems Harry Potter cannot get enough fame, writes Rita Skeeter, special correspondent. Potter, who the Daily Profit revealed last June is disturbed and dangerous, claims to have saved Bill Weasley from He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named at an attack on Azkaban. Obviously, Potter just wants more attention and fame, so he made up a story. How he found out about what happened to Weasley and the exact conditions we do not know, but if he has been sneaking out of school, the Headmaster should know.
When confronted, Bill Weasley says that there was an attack on the prison, and when You-Know-Who shot the killing curse at him, he was flown backword, but not killed. Perhaps Potter and Albus Dumbledore planned this together. Maybe Potter posed as a Voldemort look-a-like, but was not strong enough to shoot a real killing curse. He and Dumbledore have been insisting that You- Know-Who has returned ever since the third task, saying that He took some of Potter's blood and killed Cedric Diggory. I think we know who really killed Cedric.
Harry gasped. How dare she call him a murderer! He looked back at Hermione, who shrugged.
" We know it's not true, Harry. Who cares what others think?" Harry smiled at her. Ron, however, scowled.
" No, Hermione, he cares, because he's a big headed jerk." Harry and Hermione both looked at him.
" How could you have saved my brother? That is obviously a lie, and you know it! And now I'm starting to doubt You-Know-Who being back. He hasn't done a thing yet. Why should we believe you?"
Harry felt his face heat up. He was angry, but unaware that everyone was still silent and staring at him. " Well, Ron, number 1, I did it through a dream. If you want to verify it, ask the Headmaster. Two, It is not a lie! I would never lie about something like that. And three, VOLDEMORT IS BACK! HE ROSE LAST YEAR DURING THE THRID TASK, USED MY BLOOD TO COME BACK, AND KILLED CEDRIC! If you want proof, here's the cut on my arm!" Harry pulled up his sleeve, showing the scar from Wormtail's knife.
" Do you seriously think I would kill a classmate, Ron? Do you seriously think that I would joke about Voldemort?" Harry gave his friend a cold stare, and stormed away.
Hermione looked at Ron. " Honestly, Ron, do you really think he would lie? You know how he absolutely hates fame. He saved your brother! You should be thanking him!" Hermione went after Harry, leaving an angry and confused Great Hall.
Albus Dumbledore sighed. Poor Harry always gets the attention he doesn't want. And now, his friend is mad at him, calling Harry a liar. Dumbledore almost chuckled when he saw that everyone was still staring after Harry. People these days!
**
Harry sat in his dorm thinking. Why was his life always so hard? He decided to practice some Animagus transformations to have fun. He turned into a Phoenix, than a dog, then a mouse (he refused to become a rat unless he really had to) and a phoenix again, which slightly startled Phoebe. Then, Harry decided to try to become another magical animal: a griffin.
Concentrating very hard on how they are supposed to look and how they act, what they eat, what they don't eat, and what enemies they have ( Snakes were the only foe), Harry felt his body change with a pop. Suddenly he had four legs and wings. He could feel his golden fur grow. Phoebe applauded him. Griffins and Phoenixes had a tradition of being friends. But, as soon as he had changed, he had heard a noise thanks to the griffin's keen sense of hearing. He judged it to be a boy coming up to the dorm, and tried to turn human again. Unfortunately, he had forgotten that he had to turn into a phoenix before a human, and just as he became the bird, the door opened, and Ron came in.
Ron was surprised by the presence of the bird, but then remembered it from the train ride.
" Hello, Philip! How are you?" Harry knew that he really wasn't mad at Ron, just annoyed that Ron didn't trust him, so he aloud himself to trill loudly. The music made Ron jump. It was eerie, yet soothing, as if the only thing that could come out of it was good.
" Wow, Philip! I haven't seen you since September first! How are you after the fight?"
The phoenix gave him a small smile, and flew on to his shoulder.
" Philip, can I ask you something? Do you know what's wrong with Harry? He's been acting kind of strange, and he never mentioned Seeing in his letters. He acts like he is keeping something from us."
Harry decided to try to speak to Ron, in thought. He channeled the words, " Ronald, Harry is forbidden by the Headmaster to allow you or others to know. He was not supposed to tell you about his Sight, but he had to, in case he had a vision with you around. There are many more powers that Harry has."
Ron looked stunned. " You.you talked!" The bird rolled his eyes.
" Philip, can I ask you one more thing? Who is your owner?"
The bird lowered his head, and said, " I am afraid that is something else no one is supposed to know. It is kept secret, because it may be helpful for the fight against the dark lord."
" You mean he really is back?"
" Yes. Harry had to duel with him during the third task. He sent three Death Eaters to attack the train. He is back."
Ron looked ashamed. " I guess I should really apologize to Harry. I can't believe I yelled at him, knowing all that has happened to him. You know, he never told anyone other than Dumbledore and Sirius what really happened that night."
" He will tell you when he is ready." Harry found that it was easier for him to give advise as a Phoenix. " Right now, he is. overwhelmed by events. including when he saved your brother by."
" How did he save my brother?" Ron inturrepted.
" I don't think I am aloud to tell you, but I will say that it was with a simple spell."
" Philip, can we talk to Phoebe?"
" No, only me, I think."
The door opened again. " Hermione, look, it's Philip!"
Hermione had a huge smile on her face as she stroked Philip, making Harry roll his eyes. This was really weird for him.
" HI, Philip!" Hermione said in a baby voice, making Ron laugh.
" Talk to her" Ron mouthed.
" Hermione, please don't. I'm not a baby, you know." She jumped ten feet.
" Philip?" The bird smiled. He realized that others would be getting back from dinner right now, and he did not want to be seen by all of Gryffindor tower.
" I am sorry, but I must be going. I will see you again sometime."
" Wait! Thank you for saving the whole school."
Philip smiled and shook his head. " Of course!"
Ron added, " Do you know where Harry is?"
Philip thought a moment, deciding that Harry would be in the library.
" So, you finally realized what a stupid prat you've been?" Hermione asked.
Ron grinned. " Yep. See you, Philip." The scarlet and gold bird flew out the window, and flew to the window in the library. With a simple Alohamora, he got inside. Reluctantly, some people noticed him, but he flew to the corner and changed back to Harry. Sitting down at a table and reading, " Curses and Counter curses", he waited for Ron and Hermione.
When they came, Harry saw out of the corner of his eye, Hermione telling Ron to just get it over with. Harry wanted to spare Ron some embarrassment because he was forgiven, so he walked over to them.
" Harry! Listen, I'm-" Ron said.
" I know Ron. Apology accepted." Harry grinned. Ron grinned too. It was an awkward moment. " Oh, and Hermione, please don't cry again." She grinned back.
" So, where have you two been?"
" Oh Harry, you'll never guess who we've met in your dorm!" Harry smiled to himself. Oh yes I will!
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