Chapter 17
A Difficult Decision
That night Harry sleep like a baby. He had been having visions every night since his capture, but with a little convincing, he had managed to get Madame Pomfrey to give him a dreamless sleeping draught. When he woke up the next morning to birds chirping, Harry felt as if the final effects of his torture had worn off, and after changing into his robes, He meet Both Ron, and Hermione in the common room.
"Wow, he finally wakes." Ron spoke as Harry sat down. "What do you mean finally, you two are still here, I thought you would have gone to breakfast already." Harry spoke hearing his stomach grown.
"Harry, it is one, we just were about to head to class, we have Divination," Ron sighed, as Harry jumped up from the couch. "One, why didn't you wake me?" Harry asked looking at the two.
"We tried Harry, trust us. After fifteen minutes Hermione summoned Dumbledore, and he told us you needed to recover, and to let you sleep. He also told us you have the day off if you need it, but by how you entered the room, I would say you were well enough to come to class with me." Ron finished. Even though Fleur was the new professor, Ron still disliked the class.
Harry, falling back on the couch, closed his eyes for a few minutes concentrating on his professor. Using his mind to travel through the school, Harry quickly reached the top floor, and after entering the divination class, Harry was surprised to come face to face with Fleur.
"Good afternoon Harry, what brings you to this spiritual state?" Fleur whispered to Harry, as if he was in the room. "I thought I would let you know that neither Ron or I will be able to make it to class today. I am still not feeling 100%, and I have asked Ron to help me get to the kitchens for some lunch. Will that be alright?" Harry asked, and was surprised when Fleur smiled at him.
"That is fine Harry, although I happen to know you are feeling better, but If you wish for Ron to accompany you for food, that is alright with me as well." She replied, and even though it was just his projected image, Harry could sense his blush. Biding The Professor a good afternoon, Harry returned to where he was sitting with Hermione, and Ron, only to laugh when he found they were screaming into his face, and shaking him.
"Enough, enough." Harry shouted pushing the two away, "What's the big idea anyway?" He asked, and the two simply stared at him. "The big Idea, the big idea" Hermione huffed throwing her arms in the air. Your eyes turning white, and you mumbling to yourself is a big idea Harry." She shouted again getting close, only to stop as Harry stood up.
"Hermione, it is alright, I am getting better with this mind thing, I am now able to send my thoughts to other like I did with you and Ron last night, and just had a nice conversation with our Professor Ron, she knows we will be missing class today." Harry finished, and both Ron, and Hermione looked at him as if he was crazy.
"Is it really that hard to believe." Harry asked mentally to both Ron, and Hermione, and they both jumped almost out of their skins. "I don't know if I will ever get used to that." Ron said. Shacking his head. After a few more minutes of mindless conversation, Harry and Ron bid Hermione goodbye, and the two headed off for something to eat.
After enjoying a rather large lunch from the kitchen, Harry and Ron spent the rest of there free class playing Chess. Although the previous night had taken a lot out of Harry, it had also helped him tremendously in getting past a rough area in his life, and he was happy for the first time in a long while.
Harry decided that he would attend classes that evening. History of Magic was as boring as usual, but the advanced Charms class was most amusing as Bill Weasley stepped through the door, and announced to the students that he would be teaching for the remainder of the year. After class Harry, Ron, and Hermione cornered him to ask about Lockhart, the teacher subbing since Flitwick passed the previous year, and Bill advised them that once Lockhart knew an expert in Charms was at the school, he turned in his resignation.
"But what about DADA Bill, I mean I thought you were hired on for that class." Ron asked, although he was happy for his brother, he was really hopping to escape mad eye moody this year.
"For You Gryffindor Sixth Years, and for all seventh years I will still be the instructor." Bill answered grinning. "Like last year you will have both Alaster, and myself." He finished leading the trio to the door, and walking with them to the great hall. By the time they all got there the hall was full, and once entering Harry was vaguely aware that he was now floating with both Ron, and Hermione upside down near the middle of the hall.
"Malfoy" Ron hissed. It was evident from the laughter coming from the Slytherin table that Draco and his goons had charmed the three. "I'm not so sure Ron, look at the Head table." Hermione shouted as the sight of both Remus, and Black rolling on the floor with laughter could be seen.
"Harry, can't you do something about this?" Ron asked, only to stop and actually scream as Harry's eyes rolled back, and the entire hall grew cold, and dark. Without warning the candles suddenly went out, and when all was dark the small rumble of what sounded like a lion could be heard, only to be replaced by a loud bang, and a burst of blue flames.
"What in the name of Merlin?" Ron shouted over the roar in the hall as the lights returned, and He found himself standing next to both Harry, and Hermione in the middle of the great hall. Looking around Ron was astonished at what he saw. From what it seemed the entire head table, and Slytherin table had erupted into flames, and although the fire seemed to not harm the wood, or the students, it did not keep the Slytherins from pulling there wands in an attempt to put the fires out.
"Impervious" Harry shouted aiming his wand at the gryffindors, followed by aiming his wand at the Gryffindor table, and erecting a large dome above it. Just seconds after he had done this a younger Slytherins caused a flood to erupt from the ceiling, and everyone ran out screaming as the water begun to fall.
"Harry, what did you do?" Hermione shouted as she ran to the protection of the Gryffindor table. "Just a little trick Mione, not much." Harry replied as he took a seat next to the grinning Clovis brothers, and begun to eat his still dry, and hot meal. After ten minutes all order had been restored in the hall. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the Gryffindors had the last laugh, for they all realized they would be the only house enjoying dinner that night.
As time went on things begun to regain balance for Harry. Although there was still a hole in his essence, and attacks were still happening almost every day, Harry had finally found in solitary what he needed to heal his injured mind and soul.
Hermione, and Ron were doing what they could to help as well. Knowing that Harry was still recovering, and realizing that a lot of the time he wished to be alone, Ron had recommended that Harry once again use Gryffindors private study, and having forgot about this, Harry jumped to the idea. Soon after his discovery, Harry found that sitting in front of the cozy fire with a book on curses was becoming his favorite thing to do.
"Harry, can I talk with you for a moment." Dumbledore asked sticking his head out of the fire, and startling him. "Sure Albus, what's bothering you?" Harry answered; he had given his approval for only his closest friends, and the headmaster to use the communications channel to the study. "Why don't you floo to my office Harry, Minister Fletcher is here, and he in fact has a favor to ask." Dumbledore said, and after Harry raised a questioning eyebrow he agreed and nodded to the head master as he put his book away.
Moments later Dumbledore was sitting back at his desk when right next to him Harry arrived not by floo, but surrounded in red flames for he had apparated instead.
"Minister, it is nice to see you again, how can I help you?" Harry asked walking over to the minister, and shaking the older mans hand. "You look more, and more like your father everyday Harry." The minister answered, and Harry smiled.
"Ya I get that a lot, but I am pretty sure you are not here to tell me that, so what is it you need me to do?" Harry asked, and the Minister nodded realizing that Harry just wanted to get to the point.
"Yes, yes, best we get this over with." The minister responded, taking a seat in front of Albus. "It is pretty simple Harry, as you know the Ministry of Magic is still struggling to rebuild after Voldemort attacked us a few month back."
"Well because of that" The minister continued, and Harry listened. "I am unable to retrieve any of my Aurors. The month in which you were held captive were devastating to the Ministry of Magic. We lost almost every decent wizard we had, and the ones who Voldemort has not killed are too afraid to return. I was hoping, well more than hoping, I mean."
"Get to the point" Harry urged, the mumbling minister was starting to annoy him. "Yes, yes, what I meant is Harry, the Ministry of Magic needs your help. We need to build up our Auror team, and feel you are the most qualified wizard to do it. Know I know you are not yet a fully registered Wizard, however Professor Dumbledore and I have spoken, and we fill you are more than qualified to graduate this year." The minister finished smiling at the shocked look on Harry's face.
"Me, an auror, you must be joking?" Harry said, the realization of what in fact had been asked had not registered. "Well not just an Auror Harry, but head Auror and head of the Obliviators, and Unmentionables as well." The headmaster answered smiling at his student. "I can't be the most qualified for this, I mean do you really think this is a good idea professor?" Harry asked looking at Albus.
"Harry, call me Albus, I don't know how many times I have asked that of you, and after discussing with the Minister, I do feel you are old enough to determine your ability to do this. If you do not feel safe enough I am sure the ministry will understand. I do however have all confidence in your abilities, and am sure you would succeed in this."
"What about Ron, and Hermione, what am I to tell my best friends?" Harry again asked thinking how he would miss out on his entire seventh year, and that he would be away from his friends all that time."
"Well Harry, if you choose to do this." The minister spoke answering his question. "You will be able to ask anyone you wish to join you. That includes Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger. I am fully aware that they are part of The Order Of The Phoenix, and know that they would follow you anywhere you asked them to."
Harry just looked between the two for a minute before deciding he would need to think about this. Instead of agreeing right away, Harry asked that they give him a week to consider it, and when they agreed, Harry apparated immediately back to Godric's study, and opened a channel to his godfather.
"Sirius, sorry to interrupt, do you have a minute? Harry asked knowing he was probably busy preparing for a class. "Harry, nice of you to drop in." Sirius answered excusing himself for a moment, for he was not only busy preparing a class, but was in fact busy teaching one.
"Sorry Professor, I didn't realize." Harry begun, only to stop as Sirius held up his hand. "That's alright Harry, I was actually just about to ask you for a favor, do you think you can join me with your sword, I was hoping to introduce these fifth year Hufflepuffs, and Slytherins to the art of the sword." He asked, and feeling a small duel would do to clear his mind, Harry surprised everyone by closing the communication channel, and apparating next to Sirius.
"I'll help you with your lesson, but after we need to talk." Harry said, and Sirius picked up on the anxiousness in his godson's eyes. "Very well Harry." He replied motioning Harry to the chair next to his desk, and continuing on with his lesson. When he was done talking about some of the small aspects of Muggle dueling, Sirius and Harry played around a little with there swords, and when they finished, Sirius dismissed the class a little early, and stepped back into his office motioning for Harry to follow.
"I would prefer Godric's Study." Harry said taking a hold of Sirius's hand, and transporting the two into the main seating area, and lighting a fire. "That secret eh son." Sirius answered, and Harry smiled at his godfather, for it was the first time anyone had ever called him Son.
"Well, I just had a interesting meeting with both Albus, and Minister Fletcher." Harry answered, and Sirius suddenly looked very interested. "The minister eh, what did you think of him?" He asked, and Harry smiled "Well it took him a while to get to the point, but he seems nice enough." Harry answered truthfully, and Sirius grinned.
"Yah Mundungus does that from time to time. What was it he needed to ask you?" Sirius asked, and Harry looked at his godfather struggling to find a way to answer that question. "Well, he asked me to graduate this year, and head up the Auror, Obliviator, and Unmentionable department at the Ministry." Harry answered, and Sirius stood there completely speechless.
"And Dumbledore said it was okay, I mean what about your safety, away from Hogwarts who knows what Voldemort would do. "Sirius, that is not what I am worried about, do you think I could do it, I mean I am only sixteen." Harry answered letting his godfather know what his true fear was.
"Harry, have I ever told you about your father's job?" He asked, and taking a seat Harry nodded no. "Well then let me do that now. You see Harry, like you, your father was a very talented wizard. When he turned fifteen he was offered a job playing for England Nationals as a reserve Chaser. When he turned seventeen he moved from reserve to first team, and successfully played on the team for three years." Sirius's eyes seemed to glaze over as he pictured those times.
"Well Harry, it was that time when Voldermort was getting aggressive in his drive to become a dark lord. Before then most people knew of a dark wizard trying to gain power, but most didn't fear him like they do now. Well Harry, that was the year of the Quidditch National massacre. Voldermort became wide known after that, and your father chose, at my request, to change from a professional quidditch player to a MOM auror.
"My dad was an auror?" Harry asked. He had never been able to ask his aunt, and never had the time to ask Sirius, Remus, or even Dumbledore about that. "The best the ministry has ever had. You see Harry, your father and I made a hell of a good team. Together we dared to take on almost anything, and it was around that time that your father begun to develop his abilities in wandless magic." Sirius continued, and Harry continued to listen.
"Well Harry, we believe this is one of the reasons Voldemort went after your family. It was not common knowledge that the Potters were the heirs to Godric Gryffindor, but it was not long before Voldermort figured it out, and one by one the Potters were captured and killed by that mad man." Sirius paused at this as he noticed Harry had begun to tear up.
"When you father, and mother were the last two alive, Dumbledore Remus, and I convinced them to go into hiding, and the rest is History." Sirius finished, he to was tearing up.
"So because my father could do it you figure I can too?" Harry asked after a few minutes of silence. "Not just because of your father Harry. You are a natural born leader like your father, talented like your father, brave like your father, and clever as hell. But the reason I believe you can do it, and the reason I am sure you were asked is because unlike your father, and unlike anyone else who has ever faced Voldemort, you have survived, you have grown stronger because of it, and Harry, I would not be surprised if that knowledge does not instigate a little fear in Voldemort himself." Sirius finished, and Harry simply stared into the fire.
"If I do it, I want you with me, Remus too. Would you be willing to give up teaching and join me." Harry asked worried that no one would help him, and that he would be stuck without anyone he truly trusted. When Sirius nodded Harry couldn't help but smile, for he know that Sirius would help him with any problems that may arise..
"I will inform the headmaster that after this year I will be leaving to join you then." Sirius answered, and Harry simply looked at him. "Wait two days before you do." he answered, and after giving his godfather a hug, Harry watched as he disappeared through the fire.
Being that it was Thursday, and the last class of that day was Advanced Transfiguration, Harry decided that he would in fact miss that class. When both Ron, and Hermione approached him after the class, Harry told them about the Ministers offer, and they both took the news with shock, and excitement all at once.
"I will ask that you two join me. Harry said once he could get a second to talk. "You two have more experience fighting dark wizards than most, and with all the training we have been doing, It will be good to have at least two hit wizards." Harry finished, and Hermione gasped.
"Harry, me h-honestly do you think I could be a hit witch?" Hermione asked, and Harry smiled. "No Hermione, I was talking about Ron and I, I would never ask you do to something like that." He finished, and Ron suddenly turned to him. "Oh sure, but you can ask me." He said acting as if he was upset.
"I was asking Dark Knight Ron, not you." Harry responded smirking as Ron laughed. It was nice that even though they were talking about very serious things that the trio could laugh together. When they both agreed, Harry made the decision that he would accept the offer, and when he returned from Dumbledore's office later that night, He handed there revised schedule to Both Hermione, and Ron, who looked at him surprised.
"Harry, we only have History of Magic, and Potions here, what's the deal?" Ron asked, and Harry smiled. "Well Ron, Dumbledore called all of our teachers to the meeting, and the only two that feel we are not prepared for the Newts were sleepy head, and Snape. Harry answered grinning as the two looked on stunned.
"So now we have four hours of Potions on Monday Wednesday, and Friday, and five hours of History of Magic on Tuesday's, and Thursday's, Great." Ron answered, and Harry simply nodded. Hermione however looked terrified.
"What about all of our other classes, I mean if we aren't attending them then how do the teachers expect us to remember for the tests. "Hermione, I have some bad news for you, we take our Newts in every class other than the two we still need tomorrow." Harry finished, and both Ron, and He laughed as Hermione fainted.
"And she thought you would make her a hit witch." Ron commented levitating Hermione from the common room to her bed. "I just may Ron. Right now I am thinking more along the lines of an Obliviator, or Auror, but when she has seen, and had enough, she may ask to join us as an Unmentionable." Harry answered saying goodnight to his best friend, and climbing into his own four posters.
That night Harry sleep like a baby. He had been having visions every night since his capture, but with a little convincing, he had managed to get Madame Pomfrey to give him a dreamless sleeping draught. When he woke up the next morning to birds chirping, Harry felt as if the final effects of his torture had worn off, and after changing into his robes, He meet Both Ron, and Hermione in the common room.
"Wow, he finally wakes." Ron spoke as Harry sat down. "What do you mean finally, you two are still here, I thought you would have gone to breakfast already." Harry spoke hearing his stomach grown.
"Harry, it is one, we just were about to head to class, we have Divination," Ron sighed, as Harry jumped up from the couch. "One, why didn't you wake me?" Harry asked looking at the two.
"We tried Harry, trust us. After fifteen minutes Hermione summoned Dumbledore, and he told us you needed to recover, and to let you sleep. He also told us you have the day off if you need it, but by how you entered the room, I would say you were well enough to come to class with me." Ron finished. Even though Fleur was the new professor, Ron still disliked the class.
Harry, falling back on the couch, closed his eyes for a few minutes concentrating on his professor. Using his mind to travel through the school, Harry quickly reached the top floor, and after entering the divination class, Harry was surprised to come face to face with Fleur.
"Good afternoon Harry, what brings you to this spiritual state?" Fleur whispered to Harry, as if he was in the room. "I thought I would let you know that neither Ron or I will be able to make it to class today. I am still not feeling 100%, and I have asked Ron to help me get to the kitchens for some lunch. Will that be alright?" Harry asked, and was surprised when Fleur smiled at him.
"That is fine Harry, although I happen to know you are feeling better, but If you wish for Ron to accompany you for food, that is alright with me as well." She replied, and even though it was just his projected image, Harry could sense his blush. Biding The Professor a good afternoon, Harry returned to where he was sitting with Hermione, and Ron, only to laugh when he found they were screaming into his face, and shaking him.
"Enough, enough." Harry shouted pushing the two away, "What's the big idea anyway?" He asked, and the two simply stared at him. "The big Idea, the big idea" Hermione huffed throwing her arms in the air. Your eyes turning white, and you mumbling to yourself is a big idea Harry." She shouted again getting close, only to stop as Harry stood up.
"Hermione, it is alright, I am getting better with this mind thing, I am now able to send my thoughts to other like I did with you and Ron last night, and just had a nice conversation with our Professor Ron, she knows we will be missing class today." Harry finished, and both Ron, and Hermione looked at him as if he was crazy.
"Is it really that hard to believe." Harry asked mentally to both Ron, and Hermione, and they both jumped almost out of their skins. "I don't know if I will ever get used to that." Ron said. Shacking his head. After a few more minutes of mindless conversation, Harry and Ron bid Hermione goodbye, and the two headed off for something to eat.
After enjoying a rather large lunch from the kitchen, Harry and Ron spent the rest of there free class playing Chess. Although the previous night had taken a lot out of Harry, it had also helped him tremendously in getting past a rough area in his life, and he was happy for the first time in a long while.
Harry decided that he would attend classes that evening. History of Magic was as boring as usual, but the advanced Charms class was most amusing as Bill Weasley stepped through the door, and announced to the students that he would be teaching for the remainder of the year. After class Harry, Ron, and Hermione cornered him to ask about Lockhart, the teacher subbing since Flitwick passed the previous year, and Bill advised them that once Lockhart knew an expert in Charms was at the school, he turned in his resignation.
"But what about DADA Bill, I mean I thought you were hired on for that class." Ron asked, although he was happy for his brother, he was really hopping to escape mad eye moody this year.
"For You Gryffindor Sixth Years, and for all seventh years I will still be the instructor." Bill answered grinning. "Like last year you will have both Alaster, and myself." He finished leading the trio to the door, and walking with them to the great hall. By the time they all got there the hall was full, and once entering Harry was vaguely aware that he was now floating with both Ron, and Hermione upside down near the middle of the hall.
"Malfoy" Ron hissed. It was evident from the laughter coming from the Slytherin table that Draco and his goons had charmed the three. "I'm not so sure Ron, look at the Head table." Hermione shouted as the sight of both Remus, and Black rolling on the floor with laughter could be seen.
"Harry, can't you do something about this?" Ron asked, only to stop and actually scream as Harry's eyes rolled back, and the entire hall grew cold, and dark. Without warning the candles suddenly went out, and when all was dark the small rumble of what sounded like a lion could be heard, only to be replaced by a loud bang, and a burst of blue flames.
"What in the name of Merlin?" Ron shouted over the roar in the hall as the lights returned, and He found himself standing next to both Harry, and Hermione in the middle of the great hall. Looking around Ron was astonished at what he saw. From what it seemed the entire head table, and Slytherin table had erupted into flames, and although the fire seemed to not harm the wood, or the students, it did not keep the Slytherins from pulling there wands in an attempt to put the fires out.
"Impervious" Harry shouted aiming his wand at the gryffindors, followed by aiming his wand at the Gryffindor table, and erecting a large dome above it. Just seconds after he had done this a younger Slytherins caused a flood to erupt from the ceiling, and everyone ran out screaming as the water begun to fall.
"Harry, what did you do?" Hermione shouted as she ran to the protection of the Gryffindor table. "Just a little trick Mione, not much." Harry replied as he took a seat next to the grinning Clovis brothers, and begun to eat his still dry, and hot meal. After ten minutes all order had been restored in the hall. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the Gryffindors had the last laugh, for they all realized they would be the only house enjoying dinner that night.
As time went on things begun to regain balance for Harry. Although there was still a hole in his essence, and attacks were still happening almost every day, Harry had finally found in solitary what he needed to heal his injured mind and soul.
Hermione, and Ron were doing what they could to help as well. Knowing that Harry was still recovering, and realizing that a lot of the time he wished to be alone, Ron had recommended that Harry once again use Gryffindors private study, and having forgot about this, Harry jumped to the idea. Soon after his discovery, Harry found that sitting in front of the cozy fire with a book on curses was becoming his favorite thing to do.
"Harry, can I talk with you for a moment." Dumbledore asked sticking his head out of the fire, and startling him. "Sure Albus, what's bothering you?" Harry answered; he had given his approval for only his closest friends, and the headmaster to use the communications channel to the study. "Why don't you floo to my office Harry, Minister Fletcher is here, and he in fact has a favor to ask." Dumbledore said, and after Harry raised a questioning eyebrow he agreed and nodded to the head master as he put his book away.
Moments later Dumbledore was sitting back at his desk when right next to him Harry arrived not by floo, but surrounded in red flames for he had apparated instead.
"Minister, it is nice to see you again, how can I help you?" Harry asked walking over to the minister, and shaking the older mans hand. "You look more, and more like your father everyday Harry." The minister answered, and Harry smiled.
"Ya I get that a lot, but I am pretty sure you are not here to tell me that, so what is it you need me to do?" Harry asked, and the Minister nodded realizing that Harry just wanted to get to the point.
"Yes, yes, best we get this over with." The minister responded, taking a seat in front of Albus. "It is pretty simple Harry, as you know the Ministry of Magic is still struggling to rebuild after Voldemort attacked us a few month back."
"Well because of that" The minister continued, and Harry listened. "I am unable to retrieve any of my Aurors. The month in which you were held captive were devastating to the Ministry of Magic. We lost almost every decent wizard we had, and the ones who Voldemort has not killed are too afraid to return. I was hoping, well more than hoping, I mean."
"Get to the point" Harry urged, the mumbling minister was starting to annoy him. "Yes, yes, what I meant is Harry, the Ministry of Magic needs your help. We need to build up our Auror team, and feel you are the most qualified wizard to do it. Know I know you are not yet a fully registered Wizard, however Professor Dumbledore and I have spoken, and we fill you are more than qualified to graduate this year." The minister finished smiling at the shocked look on Harry's face.
"Me, an auror, you must be joking?" Harry said, the realization of what in fact had been asked had not registered. "Well not just an Auror Harry, but head Auror and head of the Obliviators, and Unmentionables as well." The headmaster answered smiling at his student. "I can't be the most qualified for this, I mean do you really think this is a good idea professor?" Harry asked looking at Albus.
"Harry, call me Albus, I don't know how many times I have asked that of you, and after discussing with the Minister, I do feel you are old enough to determine your ability to do this. If you do not feel safe enough I am sure the ministry will understand. I do however have all confidence in your abilities, and am sure you would succeed in this."
"What about Ron, and Hermione, what am I to tell my best friends?" Harry again asked thinking how he would miss out on his entire seventh year, and that he would be away from his friends all that time."
"Well Harry, if you choose to do this." The minister spoke answering his question. "You will be able to ask anyone you wish to join you. That includes Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger. I am fully aware that they are part of The Order Of The Phoenix, and know that they would follow you anywhere you asked them to."
Harry just looked between the two for a minute before deciding he would need to think about this. Instead of agreeing right away, Harry asked that they give him a week to consider it, and when they agreed, Harry apparated immediately back to Godric's study, and opened a channel to his godfather.
"Sirius, sorry to interrupt, do you have a minute? Harry asked knowing he was probably busy preparing for a class. "Harry, nice of you to drop in." Sirius answered excusing himself for a moment, for he was not only busy preparing a class, but was in fact busy teaching one.
"Sorry Professor, I didn't realize." Harry begun, only to stop as Sirius held up his hand. "That's alright Harry, I was actually just about to ask you for a favor, do you think you can join me with your sword, I was hoping to introduce these fifth year Hufflepuffs, and Slytherins to the art of the sword." He asked, and feeling a small duel would do to clear his mind, Harry surprised everyone by closing the communication channel, and apparating next to Sirius.
"I'll help you with your lesson, but after we need to talk." Harry said, and Sirius picked up on the anxiousness in his godson's eyes. "Very well Harry." He replied motioning Harry to the chair next to his desk, and continuing on with his lesson. When he was done talking about some of the small aspects of Muggle dueling, Sirius and Harry played around a little with there swords, and when they finished, Sirius dismissed the class a little early, and stepped back into his office motioning for Harry to follow.
"I would prefer Godric's Study." Harry said taking a hold of Sirius's hand, and transporting the two into the main seating area, and lighting a fire. "That secret eh son." Sirius answered, and Harry smiled at his godfather, for it was the first time anyone had ever called him Son.
"Well, I just had a interesting meeting with both Albus, and Minister Fletcher." Harry answered, and Sirius suddenly looked very interested. "The minister eh, what did you think of him?" He asked, and Harry smiled "Well it took him a while to get to the point, but he seems nice enough." Harry answered truthfully, and Sirius grinned.
"Yah Mundungus does that from time to time. What was it he needed to ask you?" Sirius asked, and Harry looked at his godfather struggling to find a way to answer that question. "Well, he asked me to graduate this year, and head up the Auror, Obliviator, and Unmentionable department at the Ministry." Harry answered, and Sirius stood there completely speechless.
"And Dumbledore said it was okay, I mean what about your safety, away from Hogwarts who knows what Voldemort would do. "Sirius, that is not what I am worried about, do you think I could do it, I mean I am only sixteen." Harry answered letting his godfather know what his true fear was.
"Harry, have I ever told you about your father's job?" He asked, and taking a seat Harry nodded no. "Well then let me do that now. You see Harry, like you, your father was a very talented wizard. When he turned fifteen he was offered a job playing for England Nationals as a reserve Chaser. When he turned seventeen he moved from reserve to first team, and successfully played on the team for three years." Sirius's eyes seemed to glaze over as he pictured those times.
"Well Harry, it was that time when Voldermort was getting aggressive in his drive to become a dark lord. Before then most people knew of a dark wizard trying to gain power, but most didn't fear him like they do now. Well Harry, that was the year of the Quidditch National massacre. Voldermort became wide known after that, and your father chose, at my request, to change from a professional quidditch player to a MOM auror.
"My dad was an auror?" Harry asked. He had never been able to ask his aunt, and never had the time to ask Sirius, Remus, or even Dumbledore about that. "The best the ministry has ever had. You see Harry, your father and I made a hell of a good team. Together we dared to take on almost anything, and it was around that time that your father begun to develop his abilities in wandless magic." Sirius continued, and Harry continued to listen.
"Well Harry, we believe this is one of the reasons Voldemort went after your family. It was not common knowledge that the Potters were the heirs to Godric Gryffindor, but it was not long before Voldermort figured it out, and one by one the Potters were captured and killed by that mad man." Sirius paused at this as he noticed Harry had begun to tear up.
"When you father, and mother were the last two alive, Dumbledore Remus, and I convinced them to go into hiding, and the rest is History." Sirius finished, he to was tearing up.
"So because my father could do it you figure I can too?" Harry asked after a few minutes of silence. "Not just because of your father Harry. You are a natural born leader like your father, talented like your father, brave like your father, and clever as hell. But the reason I believe you can do it, and the reason I am sure you were asked is because unlike your father, and unlike anyone else who has ever faced Voldemort, you have survived, you have grown stronger because of it, and Harry, I would not be surprised if that knowledge does not instigate a little fear in Voldemort himself." Sirius finished, and Harry simply stared into the fire.
"If I do it, I want you with me, Remus too. Would you be willing to give up teaching and join me." Harry asked worried that no one would help him, and that he would be stuck without anyone he truly trusted. When Sirius nodded Harry couldn't help but smile, for he know that Sirius would help him with any problems that may arise..
"I will inform the headmaster that after this year I will be leaving to join you then." Sirius answered, and Harry simply looked at him. "Wait two days before you do." he answered, and after giving his godfather a hug, Harry watched as he disappeared through the fire.
Being that it was Thursday, and the last class of that day was Advanced Transfiguration, Harry decided that he would in fact miss that class. When both Ron, and Hermione approached him after the class, Harry told them about the Ministers offer, and they both took the news with shock, and excitement all at once.
"I will ask that you two join me. Harry said once he could get a second to talk. "You two have more experience fighting dark wizards than most, and with all the training we have been doing, It will be good to have at least two hit wizards." Harry finished, and Hermione gasped.
"Harry, me h-honestly do you think I could be a hit witch?" Hermione asked, and Harry smiled. "No Hermione, I was talking about Ron and I, I would never ask you do to something like that." He finished, and Ron suddenly turned to him. "Oh sure, but you can ask me." He said acting as if he was upset.
"I was asking Dark Knight Ron, not you." Harry responded smirking as Ron laughed. It was nice that even though they were talking about very serious things that the trio could laugh together. When they both agreed, Harry made the decision that he would accept the offer, and when he returned from Dumbledore's office later that night, He handed there revised schedule to Both Hermione, and Ron, who looked at him surprised.
"Harry, we only have History of Magic, and Potions here, what's the deal?" Ron asked, and Harry smiled. "Well Ron, Dumbledore called all of our teachers to the meeting, and the only two that feel we are not prepared for the Newts were sleepy head, and Snape. Harry answered grinning as the two looked on stunned.
"So now we have four hours of Potions on Monday Wednesday, and Friday, and five hours of History of Magic on Tuesday's, and Thursday's, Great." Ron answered, and Harry simply nodded. Hermione however looked terrified.
"What about all of our other classes, I mean if we aren't attending them then how do the teachers expect us to remember for the tests. "Hermione, I have some bad news for you, we take our Newts in every class other than the two we still need tomorrow." Harry finished, and both Ron, and He laughed as Hermione fainted.
"And she thought you would make her a hit witch." Ron commented levitating Hermione from the common room to her bed. "I just may Ron. Right now I am thinking more along the lines of an Obliviator, or Auror, but when she has seen, and had enough, she may ask to join us as an Unmentionable." Harry answered saying goodnight to his best friend, and climbing into his own four posters.