Chapter Thirteen: Words of Wisdom

As Hogwarts entered January, Ron came rushing into the Gryffindor common room after Hermione and Harry came back from Hogsmeade to buy treats for Hedwig, Pig and Crookshanks.

"I think I saw the Order of the Phoenix. It's a pretty big order and they're all gathered in the Great Hall. Want to see what's going on?"

"Remember what Professor McGonagall said? It is none of our business so we should not look into it." Hermione crossed her arms and looked at them with a stern glare.

"Come on Herm. I know you are just as curious as we are. Anyway you'll have to come to make sure we don't get into trouble." Harry said with a smile that would melt anyone's heart.

After much discussion, Hermione agreed. "But if we get caught, you two better claim full responsibility. Remember that you dragged me into this."

So they climbed out of the Gryffindor portrait and down the long halls, stone staircases and Hogwarts ghosts. They finally reached the main marble staircase and instead of going into the Great hall they took a U-turn and went down another staircase that led to a large portrait of the bowl filled with fruit. Harry tickled the pear and a doorknob appeared in which he turned.

Dobby led them to a secret chamber that was right behind the head table and placed a spell to let the trio see and hear the gathering. Harry had a feeling that it was the same room as he was in last year, but could not confirm it as it looked like a completely different room had taken its place.

They made themselves comfortable and listened to the fully-grown wizards. Most of them Harry, Ron and Hermione recognized, but some they had never seen before.

"- But Albus, that is the only way. I bet he knows that. There is no other way. It is to our advantage as well. He doesn't want to do anything else until that task is taken care of. From what our spy's tell us, the deatheaters loyalty are wavering as Lord Voldemort's sanity is deteriorating." A short black wizard with a baldhead sat down.

"I understand what you are trying to say Luciano, but I will not use the boy as bait. He is a young wizard, not some kind of old meat we should throw out to the lions. Now what were you going to say.' He looked down at some parchment, before McGonagall leaned over to whisper something in his ear. "Yes, Barbara Bell. You were saying you found out some interesting information on the youngest Mr Weasley and Miss Granger.

A beautiful lady, with blonde hair and green eyes stood up. She was wearing turquoise robes. "I found out that they have powers that are to come this year. The powers of three." The hall gasped.

Professor Flitwick stood up. "Are you sure? The power of three has only been found in family and is not known until they are 21 years of age or the chat charmé comes to the three."

"The chat charmé has come to them, in the form of Miss Granger's cat. From what I've seen, Miss Granger can move things with her mind and to "orb" in and out between places. I actually cannot be sure if she knows it because she is always rushing, so she might not even notice it just orbed into her hand. She has not orbed from one place to another though from my knowledge.'

"Mr Weasley can freeze time and cause explosions. He has only stopped time for mili-seconds, but has caused many explosions. He also seems to have the ability to levitate things. We acknowledged that in his first year with the mountain troll. And we have all seen and heard what Mr Potter can achieve."

Whispers broke out at the news. A witch who sat directly opposite Dumbledore spoke. "Than we must train them to use their powers."

"I don't believe it. I gotta get out of here." Ron was shaking his head, stood up. Harry and Hermione, both agreeing stood up, bewildered and left the meeting.

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Harry, Ron and Hermione, not being able to sleep walked silently along side each other wandering the corridors of Hogwarts.

They didn't know where they were going. They just walked silently along each other lost in their own thoughts about what had been revealed that night.

The Charmed ones? Crookshanks wasn't just a pet, but a symbol of magic? Ron and Hermione had powers and didn't even realize it? It didn't make sense Hermione told them as they left the meeting there was already the charmed three.

They kept walking down the corridor. Hermione sometimes would look at her hands, shake her head then put her hands down again. Ron was looking at his wand, trying to do something, maybe levitate things or even freeze time, but he would concentrate really hard before getting frustrated and throwing his wand and catching it.

"Look on the bright side, you guys can get some attention like me. Imagine the headlines, 'The Charmed ones Are the Chosen Ones.' Harry decided to break the silence, trying to rectify why it was a good thing.

"Maybe you're right, Harry. We can get interviewed and get paid for it or something." Ron looked up brightly. "10 pounds an interview to start with. We'll be rich!"

"Mr Weasley, though that sounds like a very good approach to fame, you must realize that fame isn't everything." The trio swirled around, trying to find themselves face to face with a portrait.

"And who are you?" Ron asked with a sneer.

"I know who you are-' Hermione started to speak.

"No surprises." Harry and Ron sniggered.

"You're Phineas Nigells, retired headmaster of Hogwarts. A strong Slytherin supporter." Hermione finished.

"You are right Miss Granger, though I am not surprised that you know. Albus Dumbledore speaks highly of you three, despite my belief that you three are arrogant children who think they can do anything."

"Let's go, before I think I will have to blow this picture out of this frame." Ron had his wand raised.

"Well before you try in vain and Miss Granger will tell you, your spell will only backfire; I will finish what I was suppose to complete. With great power, comes great responsibility. Use it well and use it wise and only do what you feel is right in your mind and in your heart. Now if you will excuse me, I have better things to do than speak to adolescent stupidity."

And again Harry, Ron and Hermione walked silently along side each other wandering the corridors of Hogwarts lost in Headmaster Nigells words.

I guess since it's only in this Chapter, Phineas Nigells belongs to the greatest children's author of the century, J.K Rowling. And the great power comes great responsibility, partially belongs to Spiderman, cuz I don't think I wrote it properly. But if I did it belongs to whoever wrote it cuz I don't think Tobias Maguire wrote it. Ha! Yeah, umm, alright, bye.