Chapter44
"Shall we tell Ron and Lavender, that Sirius knows, and we're no longer a secret?" Hermione asked. "Yeah, but how shall we go about the rest?" Harry asked. "Tell them, then see how the rest goes?" she asked. "Sounds great to me," he said, then kissed her, and said, "Let's head to class, first period will be out soon." "Hagrid's first today." "Yep, Hagrid and the biting book." They headed down, Harry with his arm around Hermione.
In the entrence hall, they met up with Ron and Lavender. "Aren't you being a little obvious there, mate?" Ron asked, seeing the duo. "Who cares, Sirius Knows!" Harry answered. "So, you told him then?" Lavender asked. "No," Harry said and Hermione continued, "He found us." "Doing what?" Ron asked. "Sleeping," they replied. "In the same bed?" Lavender asked, they nodded. "Fully clothed?" Ron asked. They both sent him a death glare. "How else would we be?" Hermione asked. "OK, I get the point, I'll shut up," Ron replied. "Thank you, before there's a rumor saying we're married and have 50 kids." Harry said as a joke, sending the four into hysterical laughter, they've had a lot of rumors about them, especially this year.
As they were walking to Hagrid's Hut (no longer laughing.). Malfoy saw them and came up, "So, it is true, Scarhead and the Mudblood." "Sod off, Malfoy.' "Why should I, Potter?" Malfoy spat. "Be'caus ya jus los ten points," Hagrid answered. "Now, si down tha lot of ya," He said to the class. "Today we star' blas' ended porkies, page five 'undred of ya book. Anyba'dy know 'bout them?" "Blast-Ended Porcupines?" Hermione asked. "Ya, Blas-ended Porkies, ya need yo gloves en ya need o partner, careful now, thee quills o sharp, uww be 'ice to thum."
When the class was all busy with exploding Porcupines, Hagrid came up to Harry and Hermione, "So ya tell Serious?" Hagrid asked the duo. "No, he found out," Harry answered. " 'ow?" "Walked in," Hermione said. "Ouh, ee righ wit it?" "Yeah, he's happy about it!" Harry exclaimed. "Said he saw it coming!" Hermione added. "Lot o' us did," Hagrid answered. Then walked around to check on the class.
Not one of the seventh years left without being slightly singed and covered in quills, as they headed to the Great Hall. "Wasn't that a fantastic lesson?" Hermione asked sarcastically. "Yes Fantastic," Harry sarcastically replied, "As fun as Double Potions."
"Ahh," Ron yelled as he tried to sit. "What's the matter, Ron?" "Quills, will somebody pick them off?" Ron asked. Then Lavender started to pick the quills off of Ron's backside. All of the seventh years followed suit, picking the Porcupine quills off of each other before sitting to eat. This caused the younger students to roar with laughter and the Professors to chuckle. Then Dumbledore said, "Looks like the seventh years had fun this morning (All had Hagrid, this morning.), now let's eat.
"So, what's worse Blast-Ended Skrewts or Blast-Ended Porcupines?" Lavender asked. "A, A, A there both horrible," Ron answered. "Skrewts cause of the stingers and suckers, and Porcupines, the quills." Harry added. "I agree," Hermione seconded. "Absolutely," Ron contributed. "I think it's settled, neither are fun, or safe," Lavender said. "Unless, you have a plated, fireproof suit," Harry added.
"So, do you think the whole school knows about us yet?" Harry asked, as he and Hermione walked to dinner. "If they don't, someone will inform them by the end of dinner," Hermione replied. "Yeah, everyone knows everything here, no matter how much it's kept secret, remember first, second year, everyone knew what had happened," Harry said.
"Or there's rumors about things that haven't happened yet, Skeeter was only three years off, eh?" Hermione asked. "Yeah, only what she said was all lies, except for maybe the stuff about you and Krum, going out I mean," he answered. "Yeah, that's the only fact she's ever written." She replied. "Is she still in a jar?" "Uh, yeah, I mean no, a I'm not sure?" "Wasn't practice a blast today?" Harry asked, changing the subject. Hermione just leaned into his shoulder, his arm around her waist, hers across his shoulders. "OK, OK, I get it, your tired, still have to work on homework, though." They chatted until reaching the doors to the Great Hall, they entered, luckily they were early for dinner, not having to be stared at by the entire hall. After most of the school arrived, Professor McGonnagall came up and said, "Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, you are both to be present at the meeting after dinner, got it?" "Yes, ma'am," Harry replied. Hermione sat up and said, "Yes, Professor." Then Professor McGonnagall walked off to the table.
"So, Harry, is it true?" A fellow Gryffindor asked Harry. "Is what true?" Harry asked back. "That you and the half asleep head girl are dating?" "Yep, it's true," Harry smiled, before leaning over and kissing Hermione's head. "For how long?" another asked. "A bit more then a month and a half," Hermione answered. "You two have been together for almost two months and nobody knew?" one exclaimed. "Yeah, so," Harry remarked. Many shook their heads, those two kept a big secret, for quite awhile. Dinner ended, everyone talking about the newly found out about couple, the news spreading like wildfire, so everyone in the hall knew by the time dessert was served.
With dinner over, Harry and Hermione headed for Dumbledore's office. "Hermione, do you know the password?" "No, reckon we should guess?" "Yeah, Chocolate Frogs." Nothing "Skittos." "M&m"s." "Bertie Botts every flavor beans." "Fizzing Whizbees." "Canary Creams." "Lemon Drops." "Lifesavers." "Stringmints." "Sugar quills." "Whoppers." "Jolly Ranchers." "Chaco Balls." "Blood Pops." Up in the office, "Do you think we should let them in before they use up my passwords for the next five years?" "Yeah, that would probably be a good plan." Back to Harry and Hermione, "Lemon Heads." And the Statue revealed the entrance. Back upstairs. "Oh, too late, they guessed right!" The two teens walked up the circular stair and knocked. "Come in," said Dumbledore. Hermione entered followed by Harry. "Good evening, Ms. Granger, Mr. Potter." "Good evening, Professors," Harry and Hermione replied, noticing that only Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Sirius were present. "So how are you in your Anamagus class?" Dumbledore asked. "Fine, I guess," Harry answered. "Can you change into all of your forms?" McGonagall asked. "Yes," both answered. "Can you both move around in your forms?" McGonagall asked. They both nodded. "Good, now change into your forms." Harry changed into a Phoenix, flying, flapping around for a bit, before falling to the floor, changing back to Harry. Hermione kept her form as an Eagle much longer then Harry had as a Phoenix, flying around the room, while Harry was in Basilisk form being attacked by Fawkes. He changed to himself yelling, "Quit it, Fawkes, I'm not a real Basilisk." Which caused everyone but the eagle Hermione to burst into laughter. He then changed into a beautiful black Hippogriff with emerald green eyes, and sat there, fearing he would break something if he moved. Hermione had also switched animals, walking around as brown(matching her hair color) cat with brown eyes. After about five minutes Harry changed back to normal before, becoming a Stag, "I still can't believe how much his form matches James," Sirius remarked. "James Potter was an Anamagus?" McGonagall asked. "Yes, Minerva, he was, we had three unregistered Anamagii, right under our noses." Dumbledore answered. "Who was the third?" McGongall asked. "Peter Pettigrew, the rat," Sirius answered. "Okay, you two, change back," Dumbledore advised. With a flash they were standing before the Professors.
"That was wonderful, by the end of the year, you'll both be fully qualified Anamagii," McGonagall praised. "I suggest next time, we do this either in a larger venue or outside," Sirius suggested. "Agreed," Dumbledore said, "Minerva, your excused." "Good evening then Albus, Sirius, Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger." "Good night, Professor," Harry, Hermione, and Sirius called back to her. "So, your doing well balancing Quidditch, Head Duties, homework, and now Anamagus training?"
"Yeah, just wonderful," Hermione answered. "Harry, no longer going crazy like last term?" "Nope, I'm perfectly sane and happy," Harry replied, remembering last term as D.A.D.A. Professor, which seemed an eternity ago. "Good night, and Congratulations," Dumbledore told them. "Congratulations?" Harry asked. "On your new relationship," Dumbledore answered. "Thank you Professor, good night," Harry and Hermione replied before exiting.
"So, how is it you found out, Sirius?" Albus asked. Sirius told him, what had occurred that morning. Then Dumbledore started to chuckle, and said, "I bet they wished for a time turner, then." "I agree, they were in shock, when I said it was okay, I think Harry expected to be killed." "I wouldn't blame him, to be caught the way they were, then you to be happy about it, I can see why they were in shock. "I know, but I wish they had just told me, rather then keep it secret." "There're young, we all make stupid mistakes." "Right, but if they make another, Harry knows he's dead." "I think they know better, there not stupid." "Good night, Albus." "Good night, Sirius."
"So the entire school knows now?" Harry asked. "Yeah, including the people knocked out in the hospital wing," Hermione replied. "There's someone knocked out in the hospital wing?" Harry asked. "I'm kidding, you dope," she replied. "We better get to work, those N.E.W.T. 's are coming." "I know one subject, in which you'll come out on top, Harry." "What?" "Defense Against the Dark Arts." "How do you know?" "You were qualified enough to teach it, right, plus you got full O. W. L. 's in D. A. D.A." "That was fifth year." "So what, we better get started on our homework, it's almost ten." "Right." ~~11:30~~ "I'm heading to bed, you coming, Harry?" "Yeah, don't want to start Caffeine diet again." "I would hope not." "Hermione?" "Hmm?" "Will you come to lunch with me next Hogsmeade visit?" She kissed him. "Is that a yes?" "What do you think?" "Oh, I guess I'll have to eat alone." She then tackled him onto his bed, "Of coarse I'll go to lunch, with my boyfriend." He then pinned her and mercilessly tickled her. Through fits of laughter, "Harry," more hysterical laughter, "Stop." "What if I don't?" he teased. "Then you'll have to find a new roommate." "NO, I love the roommate I already have." He stopped tickling her. "I'm glad, I love my roommate, too." Then they blew the candles out and snuggled to sleep.
Ring-Ring-Ring, Harry hit the alarm, got up, dressed and woke Hermione up. "Hermione, wake up, wake up." "No," she mumbled, "Sleep." "Quidditich practice in twenty minutes, get up now." "Alright, Alright, I'll get up." She dragged herself up, got dressed, and joined Harry in the common room, ten minutes later dressed in Quidditch robes. "Ready to go to the pitch?" Harry asked, when she came down. "Yeah," she answered groggily. He leaned over, kissed her and asked, "Tired?" "How can you be so awake this early?" "Dursley's." "Sorry." "Not your fault." "I know, at least you'll never have to go there again." "Isn't it wonderful?" "It is, it really is." They arrived at the pitch, Harry unlocked the broom cupboard, grabbed his Firebolt, and kicked off. Exhilerated by the wind in his face. Followed by a now awake from the wind Hermione, and a groggily mounting their brooms team.
They practiced until seven, preparing for a tough match for the cup, against Ravenclaw. "Great practice, next one's tomorrow at five, after classes," Harry announced at the end of practice. The team trooped back to the castle, to shower, before breakfast and classes. -On way down to breakfast- "You know Harry, when we have six in the morning practices, we should really get to sleep earlier." "I know, that's why the team has a ten o'clock bedtime on those days." "Which I break, every time." "Well, you and I have more of our time filled then the rest, with Head Duties, and now extra anamagus classes." "Meeting's with Dumbledore, and prefect meetings about once a week." "Staff meetings, quidditch practice, homewok." "How did you manage Quidditich and homework since first year?" "Lot's of help from friends and a lot of late nights with my wand, hiding behind my curtains." "So, I wasn't the only one doing that?" "Nope, and Ron never knew a thing." "Deep sleeper, and a terrible morning person?" "Yep, unless he's on a broom in the morning, and he snores and talks in his sleep." "How many of those guys, do that?" "All of them, one or both." "And you just screamed and, clutched your scar?" "Yeah, that and sometimes I snore, right?" "Yeah, sometimes, not to bad though, you don't wake me up, Lav sounds like a dump truck." "Guess her and Ron are a perfect match." They both laughed at the odd similarity of there engaged friends.
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"Shall we tell Ron and Lavender, that Sirius knows, and we're no longer a secret?" Hermione asked. "Yeah, but how shall we go about the rest?" Harry asked. "Tell them, then see how the rest goes?" she asked. "Sounds great to me," he said, then kissed her, and said, "Let's head to class, first period will be out soon." "Hagrid's first today." "Yep, Hagrid and the biting book." They headed down, Harry with his arm around Hermione.
In the entrence hall, they met up with Ron and Lavender. "Aren't you being a little obvious there, mate?" Ron asked, seeing the duo. "Who cares, Sirius Knows!" Harry answered. "So, you told him then?" Lavender asked. "No," Harry said and Hermione continued, "He found us." "Doing what?" Ron asked. "Sleeping," they replied. "In the same bed?" Lavender asked, they nodded. "Fully clothed?" Ron asked. They both sent him a death glare. "How else would we be?" Hermione asked. "OK, I get the point, I'll shut up," Ron replied. "Thank you, before there's a rumor saying we're married and have 50 kids." Harry said as a joke, sending the four into hysterical laughter, they've had a lot of rumors about them, especially this year.
As they were walking to Hagrid's Hut (no longer laughing.). Malfoy saw them and came up, "So, it is true, Scarhead and the Mudblood." "Sod off, Malfoy.' "Why should I, Potter?" Malfoy spat. "Be'caus ya jus los ten points," Hagrid answered. "Now, si down tha lot of ya," He said to the class. "Today we star' blas' ended porkies, page five 'undred of ya book. Anyba'dy know 'bout them?" "Blast-Ended Porcupines?" Hermione asked. "Ya, Blas-ended Porkies, ya need yo gloves en ya need o partner, careful now, thee quills o sharp, uww be 'ice to thum."
When the class was all busy with exploding Porcupines, Hagrid came up to Harry and Hermione, "So ya tell Serious?" Hagrid asked the duo. "No, he found out," Harry answered. " 'ow?" "Walked in," Hermione said. "Ouh, ee righ wit it?" "Yeah, he's happy about it!" Harry exclaimed. "Said he saw it coming!" Hermione added. "Lot o' us did," Hagrid answered. Then walked around to check on the class.
Not one of the seventh years left without being slightly singed and covered in quills, as they headed to the Great Hall. "Wasn't that a fantastic lesson?" Hermione asked sarcastically. "Yes Fantastic," Harry sarcastically replied, "As fun as Double Potions."
"Ahh," Ron yelled as he tried to sit. "What's the matter, Ron?" "Quills, will somebody pick them off?" Ron asked. Then Lavender started to pick the quills off of Ron's backside. All of the seventh years followed suit, picking the Porcupine quills off of each other before sitting to eat. This caused the younger students to roar with laughter and the Professors to chuckle. Then Dumbledore said, "Looks like the seventh years had fun this morning (All had Hagrid, this morning.), now let's eat.
"So, what's worse Blast-Ended Skrewts or Blast-Ended Porcupines?" Lavender asked. "A, A, A there both horrible," Ron answered. "Skrewts cause of the stingers and suckers, and Porcupines, the quills." Harry added. "I agree," Hermione seconded. "Absolutely," Ron contributed. "I think it's settled, neither are fun, or safe," Lavender said. "Unless, you have a plated, fireproof suit," Harry added.
"So, do you think the whole school knows about us yet?" Harry asked, as he and Hermione walked to dinner. "If they don't, someone will inform them by the end of dinner," Hermione replied. "Yeah, everyone knows everything here, no matter how much it's kept secret, remember first, second year, everyone knew what had happened," Harry said.
"Or there's rumors about things that haven't happened yet, Skeeter was only three years off, eh?" Hermione asked. "Yeah, only what she said was all lies, except for maybe the stuff about you and Krum, going out I mean," he answered. "Yeah, that's the only fact she's ever written." She replied. "Is she still in a jar?" "Uh, yeah, I mean no, a I'm not sure?" "Wasn't practice a blast today?" Harry asked, changing the subject. Hermione just leaned into his shoulder, his arm around her waist, hers across his shoulders. "OK, OK, I get it, your tired, still have to work on homework, though." They chatted until reaching the doors to the Great Hall, they entered, luckily they were early for dinner, not having to be stared at by the entire hall. After most of the school arrived, Professor McGonnagall came up and said, "Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, you are both to be present at the meeting after dinner, got it?" "Yes, ma'am," Harry replied. Hermione sat up and said, "Yes, Professor." Then Professor McGonnagall walked off to the table.
"So, Harry, is it true?" A fellow Gryffindor asked Harry. "Is what true?" Harry asked back. "That you and the half asleep head girl are dating?" "Yep, it's true," Harry smiled, before leaning over and kissing Hermione's head. "For how long?" another asked. "A bit more then a month and a half," Hermione answered. "You two have been together for almost two months and nobody knew?" one exclaimed. "Yeah, so," Harry remarked. Many shook their heads, those two kept a big secret, for quite awhile. Dinner ended, everyone talking about the newly found out about couple, the news spreading like wildfire, so everyone in the hall knew by the time dessert was served.
With dinner over, Harry and Hermione headed for Dumbledore's office. "Hermione, do you know the password?" "No, reckon we should guess?" "Yeah, Chocolate Frogs." Nothing "Skittos." "M&m"s." "Bertie Botts every flavor beans." "Fizzing Whizbees." "Canary Creams." "Lemon Drops." "Lifesavers." "Stringmints." "Sugar quills." "Whoppers." "Jolly Ranchers." "Chaco Balls." "Blood Pops." Up in the office, "Do you think we should let them in before they use up my passwords for the next five years?" "Yeah, that would probably be a good plan." Back to Harry and Hermione, "Lemon Heads." And the Statue revealed the entrance. Back upstairs. "Oh, too late, they guessed right!" The two teens walked up the circular stair and knocked. "Come in," said Dumbledore. Hermione entered followed by Harry. "Good evening, Ms. Granger, Mr. Potter." "Good evening, Professors," Harry and Hermione replied, noticing that only Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Sirius were present. "So how are you in your Anamagus class?" Dumbledore asked. "Fine, I guess," Harry answered. "Can you change into all of your forms?" McGonagall asked. "Yes," both answered. "Can you both move around in your forms?" McGonagall asked. They both nodded. "Good, now change into your forms." Harry changed into a Phoenix, flying, flapping around for a bit, before falling to the floor, changing back to Harry. Hermione kept her form as an Eagle much longer then Harry had as a Phoenix, flying around the room, while Harry was in Basilisk form being attacked by Fawkes. He changed to himself yelling, "Quit it, Fawkes, I'm not a real Basilisk." Which caused everyone but the eagle Hermione to burst into laughter. He then changed into a beautiful black Hippogriff with emerald green eyes, and sat there, fearing he would break something if he moved. Hermione had also switched animals, walking around as brown(matching her hair color) cat with brown eyes. After about five minutes Harry changed back to normal before, becoming a Stag, "I still can't believe how much his form matches James," Sirius remarked. "James Potter was an Anamagus?" McGonagall asked. "Yes, Minerva, he was, we had three unregistered Anamagii, right under our noses." Dumbledore answered. "Who was the third?" McGongall asked. "Peter Pettigrew, the rat," Sirius answered. "Okay, you two, change back," Dumbledore advised. With a flash they were standing before the Professors.
"That was wonderful, by the end of the year, you'll both be fully qualified Anamagii," McGonagall praised. "I suggest next time, we do this either in a larger venue or outside," Sirius suggested. "Agreed," Dumbledore said, "Minerva, your excused." "Good evening then Albus, Sirius, Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger." "Good night, Professor," Harry, Hermione, and Sirius called back to her. "So, your doing well balancing Quidditch, Head Duties, homework, and now Anamagus training?"
"Yeah, just wonderful," Hermione answered. "Harry, no longer going crazy like last term?" "Nope, I'm perfectly sane and happy," Harry replied, remembering last term as D.A.D.A. Professor, which seemed an eternity ago. "Good night, and Congratulations," Dumbledore told them. "Congratulations?" Harry asked. "On your new relationship," Dumbledore answered. "Thank you Professor, good night," Harry and Hermione replied before exiting.
"So, how is it you found out, Sirius?" Albus asked. Sirius told him, what had occurred that morning. Then Dumbledore started to chuckle, and said, "I bet they wished for a time turner, then." "I agree, they were in shock, when I said it was okay, I think Harry expected to be killed." "I wouldn't blame him, to be caught the way they were, then you to be happy about it, I can see why they were in shock. "I know, but I wish they had just told me, rather then keep it secret." "There're young, we all make stupid mistakes." "Right, but if they make another, Harry knows he's dead." "I think they know better, there not stupid." "Good night, Albus." "Good night, Sirius."
"So the entire school knows now?" Harry asked. "Yeah, including the people knocked out in the hospital wing," Hermione replied. "There's someone knocked out in the hospital wing?" Harry asked. "I'm kidding, you dope," she replied. "We better get to work, those N.E.W.T. 's are coming." "I know one subject, in which you'll come out on top, Harry." "What?" "Defense Against the Dark Arts." "How do you know?" "You were qualified enough to teach it, right, plus you got full O. W. L. 's in D. A. D.A." "That was fifth year." "So what, we better get started on our homework, it's almost ten." "Right." ~~11:30~~ "I'm heading to bed, you coming, Harry?" "Yeah, don't want to start Caffeine diet again." "I would hope not." "Hermione?" "Hmm?" "Will you come to lunch with me next Hogsmeade visit?" She kissed him. "Is that a yes?" "What do you think?" "Oh, I guess I'll have to eat alone." She then tackled him onto his bed, "Of coarse I'll go to lunch, with my boyfriend." He then pinned her and mercilessly tickled her. Through fits of laughter, "Harry," more hysterical laughter, "Stop." "What if I don't?" he teased. "Then you'll have to find a new roommate." "NO, I love the roommate I already have." He stopped tickling her. "I'm glad, I love my roommate, too." Then they blew the candles out and snuggled to sleep.
Ring-Ring-Ring, Harry hit the alarm, got up, dressed and woke Hermione up. "Hermione, wake up, wake up." "No," she mumbled, "Sleep." "Quidditich practice in twenty minutes, get up now." "Alright, Alright, I'll get up." She dragged herself up, got dressed, and joined Harry in the common room, ten minutes later dressed in Quidditch robes. "Ready to go to the pitch?" Harry asked, when she came down. "Yeah," she answered groggily. He leaned over, kissed her and asked, "Tired?" "How can you be so awake this early?" "Dursley's." "Sorry." "Not your fault." "I know, at least you'll never have to go there again." "Isn't it wonderful?" "It is, it really is." They arrived at the pitch, Harry unlocked the broom cupboard, grabbed his Firebolt, and kicked off. Exhilerated by the wind in his face. Followed by a now awake from the wind Hermione, and a groggily mounting their brooms team.
They practiced until seven, preparing for a tough match for the cup, against Ravenclaw. "Great practice, next one's tomorrow at five, after classes," Harry announced at the end of practice. The team trooped back to the castle, to shower, before breakfast and classes. -On way down to breakfast- "You know Harry, when we have six in the morning practices, we should really get to sleep earlier." "I know, that's why the team has a ten o'clock bedtime on those days." "Which I break, every time." "Well, you and I have more of our time filled then the rest, with Head Duties, and now extra anamagus classes." "Meeting's with Dumbledore, and prefect meetings about once a week." "Staff meetings, quidditch practice, homewok." "How did you manage Quidditich and homework since first year?" "Lot's of help from friends and a lot of late nights with my wand, hiding behind my curtains." "So, I wasn't the only one doing that?" "Nope, and Ron never knew a thing." "Deep sleeper, and a terrible morning person?" "Yep, unless he's on a broom in the morning, and he snores and talks in his sleep." "How many of those guys, do that?" "All of them, one or both." "And you just screamed and, clutched your scar?" "Yeah, that and sometimes I snore, right?" "Yeah, sometimes, not to bad though, you don't wake me up, Lav sounds like a dump truck." "Guess her and Ron are a perfect match." They both laughed at the odd similarity of there engaged friends.
Next chapter should be up when I finish writing it. Please review, know any good fics? Let me know.-ears91