Harry Potter and the Third Prophecy
by AnonymousBystander
Another chapter! Thanks to everybody who reviewed! Sorry I haven't updated for a while.(
Slash will come sooner than I expected when I started this; in a couple of chapters there will be some action!
Summary: What would happen if Harry lost at his hearing? A lot more than one might think. SLASH, H/D (and some R/L), and R for some language and slash later on.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money off of this. Don't sue me.
Chapter Four - Lessons
The day after Ron and Hermione left, Harry received Dumbledore's cryptic letter, and he saw Draco Malfoy make a deal with his father's worst enemy, Harry started his lessons.
He had gotten up late, a pleasure that he would not have been able to enjoy at Hogwarts (yet he still felt a pang of sadness every time he thought of it), and ate a leisurely breakfast, watching a hurried conversation between Kingsley Shacklebolt, Mrs. Weasley, and Remus, and still pondering about the events of the meeting in Dumbledore's office that Harry had witnessed. Eventually, Harry decided to let it drop and not waste time thinking about it; he was sure that eventually he would have to confront Malfoy, but he wasn't so keen to do it any time soon. After that, all other topics were eventually burned out; he thought for a moment how formal his letter from Dumbledore had been, and wondering why Dumbledore had refused to speak with him so many times, but eventually he got bored of that too.
Next, he wrote a brief letter to Ron and Hermione, telling them that everything was okay. He also explained in detail everything that had happened in Dumbledore's office the day before. He was very eager to find out what they thought about it.
He stood up and was about to carry his plate to the sink when there was a loud /pop/ and Mr. Ollivander appeared out of midair right in front of him.
"Ah, Mr. Potter," said that odd, low voice. "I have your new wand." He handed Harry a wand, and Harry examined it minutely. As far as he could see, it was exactly the same as his old one, but much shinier and cleaner. He felt very good to have it in his hand again; warmth spread from his fingers through his whole body, as though he'd just eaten chocolate after a dementor attack.
He shuddered involuntarily as he thought the words 'dementor attack'. If there hadn't been that attack, he would be at Hogwarts now, having fun with Ron and Hermione and all of their other friends. Instead, he was stuck in Grimmauld Place with practically nothing to do.
"Eh hem," said Mr. Ollivander, and Harry jerked from his daydream.
"Er - thank you, sir," Harry said awkwardly.
Mr. Ollivander disapparated just as Remus entered the room, having finished his conversation with Mrs. Weasley and Shacklebolt. He looked tired, sort of worn. The hair was greyer than Harry had ever seen it, and his face was lined slightly, even though Harry doubted he was past forty years old.
He spotted Harry's wand in his hand the moment he entered. "Ah, good, Harry," he said, "you've got your wand back. I'm supposed to give you your first lesson now. If you'll accompany me to the drawing room."
Harry followed him upstairs into the drawing room and sat down on one side of the large desk that sat there as Remus sat on the other side. He was slightly nervous; he didn't know what was coming here.
"Harry," began Remus, "I've contacted Professors Flitwick and McGonagoll, and they've told me the basic topics that you'll be studying this year. I've made some adjustments myself to cover some more advanced defense topics, as you've shown a very high proficiency in that particular subject.
"We're going to start with a spell called the Suspensus charm. It's very advanced, but I think you'll be able to handle it. It can be particularly useful for many purposes. Basically, the suspensus charm is like an extension cord for spells. You use it in conjunction with another spell, and it carries the spell to a different place or object before activating it. For instance, you can use the suspensus charm in conjunction with a shield charm to cast a shield around another object."
Harry remembered suddenly something that Mr. Ollivander had done when he took the broken pieces of Harry's wand. He'd said '/suspensus protego/', and a shield had appeared not around himself, as was normal with the shield charm, but the phoenix feather at which his wand had been pointing. Before he could tell this to Remus, Remus continued.
"Alternatively, you can use it in conjunction with a summoning charm to summon an object not to you, but to another object. The suspensus charm is very difficult, and it becomes more and more difficult depending on how advanced the spell is that you're using in conjunction with. I think we'll start with something simple."
And on it went. Remus, just as Harry remembered, was an excellent teacher. Harry was able to grasp the spell with relative ease, though he was only practicing it in conjunction with the shield charm on very small objects. Eventually he got good enough that he could perform it to shield Remus' entire body, though the shield broke after only a few moments. All in all, when they stopped for lunch, they both were very pleased with the progress.
"Harry," said Remus as they exited the drawing room, "I've got - er - guard duty now. Sirius will be giving you another lesson this afternoon. I've got to run." And he disapparated.
****
His next lesson that afternoon, with Sirius, was quite as interesting as the first.
Harry had eaten a leisurely lunch, and was looking through /The Standard Book of Spells, Grade Five/, when Sirius entered the room. Harry snapped the book closed and looked at Sirius expectantly, eager to begin.
Sirius sat down to face Harry, wand out, and began to speak. "Remus tells me that you've shown quite some aptitude with the Suspensus charm, Harry, which is incredibly advanced magic for your age," he began, sounding slightly unsure of himself, "but what I'm going to teach you is way beyond your level. It may be kind of dangerous, but you're going to need to know how to do it."
He looked Harry straight in the eye. "I'm going to teach you how to apparate."
Harry's heart filled with joy. Ever since he had first set foot in Hogwarts and started learning magic, he had been eager to learn how to disappear in one place a reappear somewhere else only seconds after.
"I warn you, Harry, that this is extremely dangerous. There are serious complications that can arise from misuse or mistakes with apparition."
And on the lesson went. Quite to Harry's dismay, he didn't even start to learn to apparate that day. In fact, Sirius just talked to Harry about the theory behind the spell, and the consequences that could come by misusing it. Despite that, when Harry pulled himself wearily into bed that night, he was very happy about how the day had gone. Though he missed Hogwarts more than he could have possible thought, life at Grimmauld Place wasn't all that bad.
Another chapter! Thanks to everybody who reviewed! Sorry I haven't updated for a while.(
Slash will come sooner than I expected when I started this; in a couple of chapters there will be some action!
Summary: What would happen if Harry lost at his hearing? A lot more than one might think. SLASH, H/D (and some R/L), and R for some language and slash later on.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money off of this. Don't sue me.
Chapter Four - Lessons
The day after Ron and Hermione left, Harry received Dumbledore's cryptic letter, and he saw Draco Malfoy make a deal with his father's worst enemy, Harry started his lessons.
He had gotten up late, a pleasure that he would not have been able to enjoy at Hogwarts (yet he still felt a pang of sadness every time he thought of it), and ate a leisurely breakfast, watching a hurried conversation between Kingsley Shacklebolt, Mrs. Weasley, and Remus, and still pondering about the events of the meeting in Dumbledore's office that Harry had witnessed. Eventually, Harry decided to let it drop and not waste time thinking about it; he was sure that eventually he would have to confront Malfoy, but he wasn't so keen to do it any time soon. After that, all other topics were eventually burned out; he thought for a moment how formal his letter from Dumbledore had been, and wondering why Dumbledore had refused to speak with him so many times, but eventually he got bored of that too.
Next, he wrote a brief letter to Ron and Hermione, telling them that everything was okay. He also explained in detail everything that had happened in Dumbledore's office the day before. He was very eager to find out what they thought about it.
He stood up and was about to carry his plate to the sink when there was a loud /pop/ and Mr. Ollivander appeared out of midair right in front of him.
"Ah, Mr. Potter," said that odd, low voice. "I have your new wand." He handed Harry a wand, and Harry examined it minutely. As far as he could see, it was exactly the same as his old one, but much shinier and cleaner. He felt very good to have it in his hand again; warmth spread from his fingers through his whole body, as though he'd just eaten chocolate after a dementor attack.
He shuddered involuntarily as he thought the words 'dementor attack'. If there hadn't been that attack, he would be at Hogwarts now, having fun with Ron and Hermione and all of their other friends. Instead, he was stuck in Grimmauld Place with practically nothing to do.
"Eh hem," said Mr. Ollivander, and Harry jerked from his daydream.
"Er - thank you, sir," Harry said awkwardly.
Mr. Ollivander disapparated just as Remus entered the room, having finished his conversation with Mrs. Weasley and Shacklebolt. He looked tired, sort of worn. The hair was greyer than Harry had ever seen it, and his face was lined slightly, even though Harry doubted he was past forty years old.
He spotted Harry's wand in his hand the moment he entered. "Ah, good, Harry," he said, "you've got your wand back. I'm supposed to give you your first lesson now. If you'll accompany me to the drawing room."
Harry followed him upstairs into the drawing room and sat down on one side of the large desk that sat there as Remus sat on the other side. He was slightly nervous; he didn't know what was coming here.
"Harry," began Remus, "I've contacted Professors Flitwick and McGonagoll, and they've told me the basic topics that you'll be studying this year. I've made some adjustments myself to cover some more advanced defense topics, as you've shown a very high proficiency in that particular subject.
"We're going to start with a spell called the Suspensus charm. It's very advanced, but I think you'll be able to handle it. It can be particularly useful for many purposes. Basically, the suspensus charm is like an extension cord for spells. You use it in conjunction with another spell, and it carries the spell to a different place or object before activating it. For instance, you can use the suspensus charm in conjunction with a shield charm to cast a shield around another object."
Harry remembered suddenly something that Mr. Ollivander had done when he took the broken pieces of Harry's wand. He'd said '/suspensus protego/', and a shield had appeared not around himself, as was normal with the shield charm, but the phoenix feather at which his wand had been pointing. Before he could tell this to Remus, Remus continued.
"Alternatively, you can use it in conjunction with a summoning charm to summon an object not to you, but to another object. The suspensus charm is very difficult, and it becomes more and more difficult depending on how advanced the spell is that you're using in conjunction with. I think we'll start with something simple."
And on it went. Remus, just as Harry remembered, was an excellent teacher. Harry was able to grasp the spell with relative ease, though he was only practicing it in conjunction with the shield charm on very small objects. Eventually he got good enough that he could perform it to shield Remus' entire body, though the shield broke after only a few moments. All in all, when they stopped for lunch, they both were very pleased with the progress.
"Harry," said Remus as they exited the drawing room, "I've got - er - guard duty now. Sirius will be giving you another lesson this afternoon. I've got to run." And he disapparated.
****
His next lesson that afternoon, with Sirius, was quite as interesting as the first.
Harry had eaten a leisurely lunch, and was looking through /The Standard Book of Spells, Grade Five/, when Sirius entered the room. Harry snapped the book closed and looked at Sirius expectantly, eager to begin.
Sirius sat down to face Harry, wand out, and began to speak. "Remus tells me that you've shown quite some aptitude with the Suspensus charm, Harry, which is incredibly advanced magic for your age," he began, sounding slightly unsure of himself, "but what I'm going to teach you is way beyond your level. It may be kind of dangerous, but you're going to need to know how to do it."
He looked Harry straight in the eye. "I'm going to teach you how to apparate."
Harry's heart filled with joy. Ever since he had first set foot in Hogwarts and started learning magic, he had been eager to learn how to disappear in one place a reappear somewhere else only seconds after.
"I warn you, Harry, that this is extremely dangerous. There are serious complications that can arise from misuse or mistakes with apparition."
And on the lesson went. Quite to Harry's dismay, he didn't even start to learn to apparate that day. In fact, Sirius just talked to Harry about the theory behind the spell, and the consequences that could come by misusing it. Despite that, when Harry pulled himself wearily into bed that night, he was very happy about how the day had gone. Though he missed Hogwarts more than he could have possible thought, life at Grimmauld Place wasn't all that bad.
