Chapter 6
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{should l turn this into OOTP compatible, or make it a AU? What do you think?}
Quotes
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves 'who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. You playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do… And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we're liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love
I love living. I have some problems with my life, but living is the best thing they've come up with so far. -Neil Simon
Last of the Red Hot Lovers, 1970
If I had no sense of humour, I would long ago have committed suicide. -Mahatma Gandhi
You have no idea what a poor opinion I have of myself-and how little I deserve it. -W. S. Gilbert
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As soon as The Dream Team reached the entrance hall, having come the way of the first carriage, they slipped past the Great Hall and ran up to the Headmasters office. When they were a least halfway there and going along the charms corridor, they run into Dumbledore himself as he rounded the corner…
Harry being the least puffed and knowing the Headmaster the best, spoke up first.
"We need to talk to you before the sorting, Albus" He said confidently, using the same tone and body language he had used earlier today, which screamed power and authority.
Dumbledore smiled delighted, most intrigued by this young man who called him by his first name and had such a powerful presence.
"Then by all means let us go up to my office" said Dumbledore courtly, leading the way back to his circle office.
On the way, Ginny couldn't stop herself asking anymore.
{I didn't know you were on first name basis with the Dumbledore} She said, her surprise echoing in her tone.
{Hey, neither did l} said Draco
{Or us} added Ron and Hermione at the same time.
Harry gave a short mentally laugh, to show his amusement {Well, I'm not really, but he always want me too, and this Dumbledore isn't our headmaster, yet is he.}
When the got to the entrance, Dumbledore muttered the password (Jelly Babies) and after, they had all sat down, got themselves comfortable and been offered the customary sherbet lemon, Dumbledore spoke up, summering the situation to the best of his abilities.
"You all wear the Hogwarts uniform, look to be Seventh years and know your way around the school, but l have never till this moment seen you around here, and l don't think my memory has began to fail that badly yet"
"And l don't think it will for a long time coming, your still quite the same 20 years from now" said Harry causally, looking him straight in the eyes.
"Are so that explains it all quite nicely, you are timetravelers?" said Dumbledore his eyes twinkling, putting his hands together in an arch.
"Yes we are, Headmaster" said Hermione.
"But the question remains, what is your business here."
Harry reached in to his pocket, brought out a large envelope, which had reminded Harry forcefully of the Hogwarts letters that were sent out each year, and handed it to Dumbledore, who read it silently before placing it gently on his desk.
"Well l must say that sums everything up neatly but............we can't have your educations suffer, because of a little thing like that" smiled Dumbledore, "I will have your names added to the Sorting List momentarily, now we are wanted in the Great Hall."
Dumbledore went round the back entrance to the Great Hall, while The Dream Team minus Harry slipped in at the back hiding along the wall, while Harry stood outside carefully letting down his maintained shields, glad that his friends had been understanding enough to give him privacy, as his tired worn out feature reflected back at him on a puddle left by a water bomb, thrown by a mischievous Peeves. He had not slept at whole night in months, and it showed. When he had let his glamour charm and body language fall, there were bags under his eyes that had lost their brightness. His face was tight on his skin and deathly pale. A long thin scar along his left cheek was the only memento of a night he had nightmares about. How many nights had he tossed and tunned, to finally fall asleep, only to be awaked only hours later, screaming till he lost his voice, undercover of a strong silencing charm.
No matter, how much he just wanted to hide from the world, and let it keep it troubles, he couldn't. It was against his nature, against his very reason for being. He couldn't stand by, and watch his friends fall one by one to the Dark Lord, there was no way he could do nothing, while strangers died needlessly by the hand of Voldemort.
He gathered the last of his magic reverses and put up a another glamour that even Hermione could not detect. He thought grimly to himself, this was going to have to change, he would be no use in a fight, with his magic as low as it is now. Harry then slipped in to the Great Hall, standing with his friends, looking no longer like an old solider after battle but like a normal teenager, something he had leant long ago, that he could never be.
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"Welcome, welcome" said Dumbledore, opening his arms wide, welcoming all his students old and new, after the first years had been sorted. "Welcome, before we can begin our wonderful feast" A large groan was heard throughout the hall, which caused Dumbledore smile even wilder. "As most of you know some of your fellow students were last year offered the chance to join some of the other magical schools of learning around Europe. In exchange we have gained a few new Transfer students who will be staying with us throughout this year. We will be sorting them now" He gave a nod to McGonagall, who picked up a new parchment and read the first name off of it.
"Brown, Hermione"
Hermione walked up, put the Hat on, and after a minute of intense arguing, the hat relented and Hermione got her wish "GRYFFINDOR"
"Jones, Harry
Harry walked up next, and placed the hat on his head; it covered his eyes like it had done, in his first year.
{Not another timetraveler} groaned the hat {it's always so confusing to see a memory of me sorting you, when l haven't even sorted you yet}
{Well, there is three more coming after me}
{Darn, is there no rest for an old hat?}
{Who are you to complain, you sleep most of the year}
The Hat getting sick of looking though Harry mind and not quite liking the way the conversation was going yelled out "GRYFFINDOR"{Though l still say you should of been a Slytherin}
Harry rolled his eyes, and then gave the Hat to Draco, before walking to the Gryffindor table, to sit next to Hermione.
After they had all been sorted in to Gryffindor and Draco had nearly killed himself by hitting his head on the table with shame, Dumbledore stood up again.
"Alas, l have but one more announcement for the night, as you know last year Professor Gatemen left us, but luckily another Professor has come forward to teach you Defence against the Dark Arts and they are Professor Blake William and his Assistant Professor Sean O'Riley, who will be teaching Duelling."
A polite clap was heard from most of the hall, as they both stood up and gave a short bow, which caused most of the girls to swoon at O'Riley.
Harry laughed softly under his breath at his Godfather, who still looked a bit shocked at being on the head table.
"Let the feast begin"
"And it's about bloody time, I'm hungry" said Sirius digging in to the pasta salad.
"Sirius, your always hungry" said Remus matter of fact, before starting to load food on his own plate.
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When the feast was finally over, O'Riley bounded over to Harry, pulling him into a hug
"Hello….. Air.. Way… restriction.." croaked out Harry, O'Riley let him go.
"I thought l told you if you got yourself in any danger, you were going to be grounded" said O'Riley sternly
"But Sean, you can't be serious" pleaded Harry
O'Riley handsome features smiled ironically "Oh but l am. Your grounded for a week"
"Sean!!!! Please don't" said Harry pleading
" Sean, you can't , that's cruel" said Ginny
"Ok then, how about waking up every morning, not knowing what kind of trap your going to walk into, it that better?" suggested Sean, with a plain evil smile on his face.
"I'll take being grounded" said Harry dully
"Knew you would" said Sean cheerfully clapping his hands together. "Now off to bed the lot of you."
This made the Dream Team crack up laughing.
"Don't you think your taking being a Professor to far?' said Draco, holding on to Harry to keep himself upright
"Draco!" rebuked Hermione, then seeing everyone else finding this just as funny continued. "Everyone! You can never take it to far. Sean is in a position of authority now and deserves our respect"
Sean face fell, and a look of horror had stetted on his face.
"Don't worry Professor, we will always remember you as the prankster" said Ron, like he was a funeral.
"The jester" added Ginny in the same tone
"To Sean" they all said, (minus Hermione who looked like she was torn between disapproval and out right amusement) bowing their heads.
When they later on reached the common room, they all sat down around the fire and the Marauders looked over to the Dream team and the dejected Harry who was being comforted by Ginny.
"Professor O'Riley a prankster??" said James not being able to grasp that fact.
"Yep, just don't call him a Professor to his face, well l suppose you could, if you didn't mind waking up in a different shape every morning." said Draco
"What's so bad about being grounded anyway?" asked Sirius " l get grounded every week at home"
"Because when Sea… I mean Professor O'Riley says it, it means not going flying" said Hermione
"Ouch" exclaimed James. "But how can a Professor ground you"
"Because he's my Godfather" said Harry simply "Look Guys, I'm going to bed, Goodnight"
"Me too" said Ginny getting up off Harry's lap. "Goodnight"
"Goodnight" coursed everyone, watching as the two stopped in between both the stairs, shared a brief kiss, and went their separate ways.
"So how long, have they been going out for again?" asked Sirius
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Later that night after everyone had gone to sleep, Harry slipped back down in the common room, not brothering with his glamour charms. He had not even tried to fall asleep at all. He was so sleep deprived he didn't even notice there was someone already down there.
"Hey, you don't look to good" said a soft voice.
Harry jumped, and was faced with the younger self of his mother, Lily Evens.
"Your one of the transfer students, aren't you?" she asked sitting down across from him, a novel held lightly in her hands.
Harry nodded. "yeah, I'm Harry Jones"
"Lily Evens" introducing herself "So your all friends, with the other Transfers"
"Yeah, we have been friends for years." Harry felt like he could tell her anything, "Though Draco has only been our friend for the past year, up till then we were enemies"
"How did that happen?" she asked eagerly.
"I saved his life, he saved mine, and l guess there are just some things you can't do with a person without ending up their friend. And Hermione was the same, though she wasn't an emery, she was just an annoying know it all, in the words of Ron"
Lily laughed, then frowned "I am sorry to say, but you look horribly"
"Thanks, you have done wonders for my self esteem" Harry said sarcastically
"Congratulations" drawled Draco, who had followed Harry down. "I think you're the first person, beside me, of course who have told him that to his face"
"That's only because you're the only one with no tact" replied Harry
"No, it because l am the only one who realise you're in danger of getting a swelled head"
"The Dursleys had taken care of that, long before l met you" said Harry grimly.
Draco looked again, this time a Harry's face
"She's right you know, you're not well" said Draco serious.
"And thank you Captain Obvious" said Harry.
Draco sighed 'you have to make this difficult don't you" and brought out his wand and muttered "Stupefy"
Harry dropped stone dead to the floor, if he had had been a full strength, a simple stupefy would have had no effect.
"Was that necessary?" asked Lily
"Yeah, Trust me it was, last time something like this happened, Harry wasn't to be found for the next two days"
"I take it he doesn't like hospital wings"
"That's an understatement if l ever heard one"
Suddenly the sounds of feet running down the girls staircase, caught the attention of them both, and they watched as Ginny appeared, wearing her long blue dressing gown, over her purple pyjamas, with her wand out.
She looked at the stunned and sickly face of Harry, and the wand in Draco's hand, and let her own drop to her side.
"Oh good, for a second there l thought trouble had travelled had scabbed a lift with us." said Ginny relieved "What's wrong with him?"
"I think it just him being an idiot as usual, using up all his magic reverses and not sleeping."
Ginny nodded. "Are you going to take him to the hospital wing?"
"Yeah, though l endanger my life by doing so."
Ginny rolled her eyes a Draco being over-dermatic "Let me get dressed first , so l can go with him, someone needs to be there so he doesn't escape."
"Well l am popping to bed" said Lily, "It was…..interesting to meet you two."
"It was nice to meet you to, thank you for doing your bit in making sure Harry doesn't get a swelled head" said Draco, sharking Lily's hand.
"The only one in danger of getting a swelled head, is you" said Ginny, as Lily went up past her.
Draco put a hand to his heart in mock horror "You have no idea of what a poor opinion l have of myself, and how little I deserve it"
"What ever lets you sleep at night." replied Ginny smiling, her voice sugar-coated.
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When Harry came to, that morning, he blinked twice, and when seeing that the white cering and the over welling smell of disinfected didn't go away, groaned and made to sit up.
"Don't you dare even try it young man, l have never in my life seen someone nearly completely drained of magic, and not even trying to sleep was not helping, how did you except to get it back." roared Madame Pomfrey coming up to him. "Your friends have told me all about you, and if you even try to get away, I will tie you to this bed if need be"
"Don't believe everything you hear" grumbled Harry, being forcefully made to lay down again.
"Young Man, l believe what l see, what l have seen, is that you are unreasonable about looking after your own health."
"Look it not that big a deal, I've just had a bit of trouble going to sleep lately" Harry defending himself.
Madame Pomfrey, put her hands up in frustration.
"Arrggh" she nearly screamed, "I will give you 15 minutes, then it's straight back to sleep, for you young man." Leaving the dorm angrily and slamming the door to her office shut.
"It's for your own good you know." said Ginny quietly, coming out from behind the divider.
"Remind me to kill, Draco next time l see him, or maybe just torture should do it."
"Well, if you just up and kill him, he will not have time to regret it and you miss out on him grovelling." said Ginny sitting down on Harry's bed.
"With friends like you who needs enemy's," said Draco, as he entered the ward carefully, keeping to the wall.
"I don't have a wand on me right now, you know?" said Harry, silently laughing at him.
"When has that ever stopped you." scoffed Draco.
Harry smiled evilly, "Good point."
'I'm doomed" said Draco quietly.
Harry just smiled wider, closed his eyes and was asleep before anyone could say Quidditch.
"Draco?" asked Ginny after a couple of minutes "When you die, can l have your Nimbus 2002"
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Ron tugged blearily eyed down to the great hall, where a fanatic Sean was talking with a very worried Hermione.
"I have no idea where is he could be, he could be anywhere." said Hermione, nearly hyical, she then spotted Ron, "Where's Harry?"
"Well, Good Morning to you too" said Ron sitting down, grabbing a piece of toast.
"I'm serious Ron,"
"What do l look like his nanny? He left before I got up, he's probably with Draco somewhere."
Hermione groaned, "That's even worse, can you imagine the trouble they could be in to by now."
"I prefer not to, I like not having nightmares, thank you very much."
"You at least remember what they did last time don't you." persisted Hermione
"That!! Do you remember Sna… I mean….the Potions Masters face." laughed Ron, drawing the attention of nearly half the table for half a second.
"It wasn't at all funny, what they did." scolded Hermione
"Who did what?" said Draco from behind, which caused Hermione to jump out of her skin.
"Do you have to sneak up on people all the time."
"Yes, it's that high light of my day." said Draco, munching on a apple. "'arry, in 'he 'ospital 'ing, if 'our 'ondering"
"Is he ok, is he hurt," said Sean quickly, nearly jumping up and down on the spot with worry.
Draco swallowed the rest of the apple and continued, "Ginny's with him, he not hurt, all anything, just a case of sleep deprivation and bitting into his magical reserves a bit to much"
"Oh. That's ok then, Ginny will give Harry an earful. I better be getting back to the head table now, before Remus becomes the first person to manage to kill someone with a glare." With that Sean bounded off to the head table, to plop himself next to Remus.
Ginny then arrived in the Great Hall, and sat in between Draco and Hermione.
"Draco I have good news and bad news." said Ginny, after she had taken a swig of pumpkin juice.
"Good news first."
"Harry's going to be in their for a week,"
Draco swallowed nervously.
"Bad news?"
"He's really, really pissed"
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Author's Note.
Sorry so long, but as always l am a lazy bugger.
I own nothing.