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Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix- Chapter 16
Dumbledore quietly viewed the Quidditch game from his office. He gently tapped the windowpane and he couldn't help but smile as he watched the Gryffindor team hugging each other with supporters cheering. His smile faded when he heard a noise behind him. Dumbledore turned and was surprised when he saw nothing. Frowning, he leaned over his desk and looked at the front, but there was nothing there. Just then his office door opened and in strode Alistar Moody, Arabella and Remus. He glanced at them and waited for one to speak.
"Here, Professor, are the notes Scott Bones made concerning the activity of Death Eaters in Manchester." Dumbledore took the papers from Remus and filed them in a drawer hidden in the wall.
"Professor, what shall our next move be?" Moody questioned. Dumbledore didn't answer right away, but stood at the window again and looked out at the children of Hogwarts still standing around chatting excitedly.
"Pro-Professor?" Arabella asked uncertainly.
"Alistar, I want group A to head south, to South Hampton. I do believe it was you, Alistar, who told me of the group of Dementor's seen there? I want the people in the South Hampton area to be safe from the creatures, whose instructions were probably to kill and cause havoc." Moody bowed and left the room swiftly. Dumbledore's head jerked up from the window when he heard another noise, one that wasn't Moody's wooden leg. Remus and Arabella both looked around too. The noise had sounded like something hard falling off a shelf. Remus and Arabella had drawn their wands. Dumbledore strode carefully over to the cupboard in the corner and opened the doors. He glanced up and down the shelves, but they saw nothing. There was a dark corner at the very bottom, but Dumbledore saw nothing there. He shut the cupboard and turned back to Arabella and Remus.
"Arabella, I want you to visit Will and Julia Gregson and see what they have unearthed. Remus you will resume teaching." They both nodded at Dumbledore then left as subtly as they had come. Remus shot one last look at the cupboard as they left, but couldn't see anything wrong with it.
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Harry was progressing quite well in his extra classes with Lupin and was able to successfully summon anything as heavy as an ordinary cup of tea. He was also able to inflate a Muggle beach ball without having to get angry. That was about as far as the wandless magic could go. When Harry was finished the classes he should be able to move things and inflate things as heavy and large as an average person his age.
As well as these extra lessons Harry was also busy with the Duelling Club, Quidditch, regular classes and homework. His friends were all swamped in work too because the teachers were grinding down to help them prepare for their O.W.Ls That's why they were all looking forward to the holiday at Halloween this year.
The day before Halloween, Hermione was busy scribbling down notes for History of Magic, Ron was reading a Quidditch book and Harry had just returned from his extra lessons. When he entered the room Harry headed straight for where Ron and Hermione sat. He plopped onto the couch beside them.
"How was your lesson?" Hermione asked looking up. Harry yawned.
"I guess that means intriguing." Ron joked closing his book.
"It was okay. Tiring, though." Harry leaned back and crossed his arms. Hermione studied him for a few minutes before asking-
"Have another one of those dreams?" Harry looked at her concerned face and sighed.
"No, 'Mione. I'd tell you guys if I had." Just as Harry said that a sudden cold feeling hit him, like he had been plunged in a bucket of ice water. He couldn't breathe and he felt like he was falling. A voice filled his head calling his name over and over.
"Harry, I will kill you. I will get you. I'll get him too. Both of you, you will see. He'll be sorry for what he did to me. You will be sorry for what you did to our Lord. I will get you. I am watching you always."
"Harry, Harry!" He sat up with a jerk, his breathing short and rapid. The sounds of the full common room replaced the voice in his head and Harry looked around. Hermione had grabbed his arm and Ron was sitting in front of him. Both wore worried, concerned and anxious looks. Harry put one hand to his head and thought hard.
"Harry! What's wrong? What happened? You sort of went limp then started twitching. You really had us scared!" Hermione looked at his face wildly. Ron looked to the left and saw Fred and Lee, who had been talking, watching them curiously.
"Psst. Maybe we should go upstairs to talk." Ron muttered out of the side of his mouth. Hermione and Harry both looked around and noticed that they were being given strange looks by more than just Fred and Lee. The three got up and locked themselves in Ron and Harry's room. Hermione sat on Ron's bed and looked at Harry.
"Okay. What happened?" She asked.
"That's the same look you got in Divination, like you were in some sort of a trance." Ron said frowning.
"It was almost the same "dream", if that's what we're calling it, except this time the person also said that they were after someone else. Mean, after me, but someone else too." Hermione looked scared.
"That's it, Harry! You have to go to Dumbledore! If not to Dumbledore then tell Professor Lupin or Sirius!" Ron shushed her.
"Hermione, you can't say his name." He hissed. She waved Ron away.
"Harry, tell someone! Other then us!" Harry shook his head.
"No. They have enough on their minds. We hardly ever see Dumbledore and when we do he looks as though he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. Lupin looks as though he has everything on his mind. And I can't worry Sirius, he would do something stupid, like getting himself caught trying to help me! I can't! And before you suggest telling McGonagall I refuse in advance. Same with Snape. They are all part of the Order and they all have the same concerns, the same fears and the same job of ensuring that England is safe! The last thing they want to hear is about a silly boy who has silly, meaningless dreams!" There was a sound at the door and they all jumped. Hermione retreated back into the shadows as Ron opened the door. He looked around, but didn't see anything until it brushed against his leg. Looking down he saw a ginger tail pass into the room.
"It's your stupid cat, Hermione." Hermione picked Crookshanks up, cradling him.
"He's smarter than your ball of stupidity!" She shot back, pointing at Ron's owl, Pig, who was "sitting" on Ron's bedside table. More like he was walking across the table, falling off, picking himself back up, sitting on the table, walking across it, falling off, etc.
"Guys, guys!" Harry intervened. He knew that his two friends were touchy about their pets. They both stopped and looked at Harry guiltily.
"Sorry, Harry. About your problem," Hermione gently put Crookshanks on Ron's bed. Ron glared at the cat, which glared back with his yellow eyes.
"Don't worry about it, Hermione. It's probably nothing, like you guys originally said." Harry reminded them. Ron glanced up from Crookshanks.
"We don't think that anymore. It really is something, I think anyway. You should tell someone." Harry sighed impatiently.
"We have been through this Ron! I'm not telling! Now we should get out of here before someone comes up and wonders why the three of us have locked ourselves in our room!" Harry promptly got up and left the room. Hermione gathered Crookshanks and fell into step beside Ron. They shared a look. If Harry wouldn't tell someone then they would have to do their best to watch out for him.
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix- Chapter 16
Dumbledore quietly viewed the Quidditch game from his office. He gently tapped the windowpane and he couldn't help but smile as he watched the Gryffindor team hugging each other with supporters cheering. His smile faded when he heard a noise behind him. Dumbledore turned and was surprised when he saw nothing. Frowning, he leaned over his desk and looked at the front, but there was nothing there. Just then his office door opened and in strode Alistar Moody, Arabella and Remus. He glanced at them and waited for one to speak.
"Here, Professor, are the notes Scott Bones made concerning the activity of Death Eaters in Manchester." Dumbledore took the papers from Remus and filed them in a drawer hidden in the wall.
"Professor, what shall our next move be?" Moody questioned. Dumbledore didn't answer right away, but stood at the window again and looked out at the children of Hogwarts still standing around chatting excitedly.
"Pro-Professor?" Arabella asked uncertainly.
"Alistar, I want group A to head south, to South Hampton. I do believe it was you, Alistar, who told me of the group of Dementor's seen there? I want the people in the South Hampton area to be safe from the creatures, whose instructions were probably to kill and cause havoc." Moody bowed and left the room swiftly. Dumbledore's head jerked up from the window when he heard another noise, one that wasn't Moody's wooden leg. Remus and Arabella both looked around too. The noise had sounded like something hard falling off a shelf. Remus and Arabella had drawn their wands. Dumbledore strode carefully over to the cupboard in the corner and opened the doors. He glanced up and down the shelves, but they saw nothing. There was a dark corner at the very bottom, but Dumbledore saw nothing there. He shut the cupboard and turned back to Arabella and Remus.
"Arabella, I want you to visit Will and Julia Gregson and see what they have unearthed. Remus you will resume teaching." They both nodded at Dumbledore then left as subtly as they had come. Remus shot one last look at the cupboard as they left, but couldn't see anything wrong with it.
* * *
Harry was progressing quite well in his extra classes with Lupin and was able to successfully summon anything as heavy as an ordinary cup of tea. He was also able to inflate a Muggle beach ball without having to get angry. That was about as far as the wandless magic could go. When Harry was finished the classes he should be able to move things and inflate things as heavy and large as an average person his age.
As well as these extra lessons Harry was also busy with the Duelling Club, Quidditch, regular classes and homework. His friends were all swamped in work too because the teachers were grinding down to help them prepare for their O.W.Ls That's why they were all looking forward to the holiday at Halloween this year.
The day before Halloween, Hermione was busy scribbling down notes for History of Magic, Ron was reading a Quidditch book and Harry had just returned from his extra lessons. When he entered the room Harry headed straight for where Ron and Hermione sat. He plopped onto the couch beside them.
"How was your lesson?" Hermione asked looking up. Harry yawned.
"I guess that means intriguing." Ron joked closing his book.
"It was okay. Tiring, though." Harry leaned back and crossed his arms. Hermione studied him for a few minutes before asking-
"Have another one of those dreams?" Harry looked at her concerned face and sighed.
"No, 'Mione. I'd tell you guys if I had." Just as Harry said that a sudden cold feeling hit him, like he had been plunged in a bucket of ice water. He couldn't breathe and he felt like he was falling. A voice filled his head calling his name over and over.
"Harry, I will kill you. I will get you. I'll get him too. Both of you, you will see. He'll be sorry for what he did to me. You will be sorry for what you did to our Lord. I will get you. I am watching you always."
"Harry, Harry!" He sat up with a jerk, his breathing short and rapid. The sounds of the full common room replaced the voice in his head and Harry looked around. Hermione had grabbed his arm and Ron was sitting in front of him. Both wore worried, concerned and anxious looks. Harry put one hand to his head and thought hard.
"Harry! What's wrong? What happened? You sort of went limp then started twitching. You really had us scared!" Hermione looked at his face wildly. Ron looked to the left and saw Fred and Lee, who had been talking, watching them curiously.
"Psst. Maybe we should go upstairs to talk." Ron muttered out of the side of his mouth. Hermione and Harry both looked around and noticed that they were being given strange looks by more than just Fred and Lee. The three got up and locked themselves in Ron and Harry's room. Hermione sat on Ron's bed and looked at Harry.
"Okay. What happened?" She asked.
"That's the same look you got in Divination, like you were in some sort of a trance." Ron said frowning.
"It was almost the same "dream", if that's what we're calling it, except this time the person also said that they were after someone else. Mean, after me, but someone else too." Hermione looked scared.
"That's it, Harry! You have to go to Dumbledore! If not to Dumbledore then tell Professor Lupin or Sirius!" Ron shushed her.
"Hermione, you can't say his name." He hissed. She waved Ron away.
"Harry, tell someone! Other then us!" Harry shook his head.
"No. They have enough on their minds. We hardly ever see Dumbledore and when we do he looks as though he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. Lupin looks as though he has everything on his mind. And I can't worry Sirius, he would do something stupid, like getting himself caught trying to help me! I can't! And before you suggest telling McGonagall I refuse in advance. Same with Snape. They are all part of the Order and they all have the same concerns, the same fears and the same job of ensuring that England is safe! The last thing they want to hear is about a silly boy who has silly, meaningless dreams!" There was a sound at the door and they all jumped. Hermione retreated back into the shadows as Ron opened the door. He looked around, but didn't see anything until it brushed against his leg. Looking down he saw a ginger tail pass into the room.
"It's your stupid cat, Hermione." Hermione picked Crookshanks up, cradling him.
"He's smarter than your ball of stupidity!" She shot back, pointing at Ron's owl, Pig, who was "sitting" on Ron's bedside table. More like he was walking across the table, falling off, picking himself back up, sitting on the table, walking across it, falling off, etc.
"Guys, guys!" Harry intervened. He knew that his two friends were touchy about their pets. They both stopped and looked at Harry guiltily.
"Sorry, Harry. About your problem," Hermione gently put Crookshanks on Ron's bed. Ron glared at the cat, which glared back with his yellow eyes.
"Don't worry about it, Hermione. It's probably nothing, like you guys originally said." Harry reminded them. Ron glanced up from Crookshanks.
"We don't think that anymore. It really is something, I think anyway. You should tell someone." Harry sighed impatiently.
"We have been through this Ron! I'm not telling! Now we should get out of here before someone comes up and wonders why the three of us have locked ourselves in our room!" Harry promptly got up and left the room. Hermione gathered Crookshanks and fell into step beside Ron. They shared a look. If Harry wouldn't tell someone then they would have to do their best to watch out for him.