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Chapter 5
Harry slept the day away, until finally Ron, Fred, and George came in so they could play a game of Quidditch at 2:00 in the afternoon. Harry jumped at the idea and got dressed. He grabbed his broom and off they went, Fred carrying the Weasley's beat up Quiditch set.
They started the game with Fred and George as Keeper/chaser and Seeker/chaser. Ron played Keeper and chaser while Harry just assumed his normal position as Seeker. The game began, and without even two minutes on the clock, Harry had already spotted and caught the Snitch.
"Wow, Harry, brilliant!" Ron said, clapping him on the back.
Harry just sat there, dissatisfied by the little golden Snitch in his hand.
"That was too easy!" George complained. "He's a genius at Seeking! Let's do something else."
Fred laughed as he watched his twin ride down to the ground and get off his broom. "Well," he said to the other two. "Best go see him off." Rolling his eyes and giving a wink, he rode down to George and they walked off, brooms over their shoulders.
"Now what?" Ron asked, watching them walk away.
Harry shrugged. Maybe now was a good time to tell Ron about Godric. "You wanted to try out for Keeper next year, right?" He asked him, zooming down and grabbing the Quaffle that lay abandoned on the ground below. Ron smiled and went into position before the goal hoops.
Harry shot once, and Ron didn't save it. He looked glum as he zoomed down to get the Quaffle and throw it back to Harry.
"You know," Harry said whilst chucking the Quaffle into the hoop farthest to the left, but Ron caught that one. "While I was 'sleeping,' something happened."
Ron stopped throwing the Quaffle half way. "What happened?" he asked, concerned.
"Well." Harry hesitated, looking away from Ron's eyes. "A ghost came to me." He stated simply.
"A ghost?" Ron questioned.
"Not just any ghost though, Ron." Harry replied, throwing the Quaffle at him, which he cought. "It was Godric Gryffindor."
Ron dropped the Quaffle and stared at him. "You must've been dreaming or-or something, Harry." He replied, trying to sound very non-chalant, but the worried crack in his voice gave him away.
"I never went to sleep, Ron, not until after your mum came in." Ron paled slightly at that, but said nothing. Harry continued, "He said that I was the only one who could defeat Voldemort," Ron flinched, "and that I had incredible powers. Or inevitable, which ever he said. Anyway, the part that really got to me, though, was what he said after the fact that I have my parents' and great powers of my own."
"What'd he say?" Ron asked anxiously.
Harry hesitated but told the truth. "He- he said I'm his reincarnation."
Ron looked absolutely shocked. "Does that mean you two look alike?"
"Nearly exactly. Looks just like my father, he does." Harry added, once he thought about it.
"Bloody hell. we have to tell Hermione! She'll make more sense out of it than I could," Ron shouted, zooming between trees with Harry zooming along next to him.
They landed just before they got to the Muggle road and walked across it to where the Burrow stood, nine stories tall at least, lopsided and tipsy. They ran inside and up the stairs, past a very disgruntled Molly Weasley, who shouted at Ron as he passed. They ignored her, however, and ran all the way up to Ginny's room, where Hermione was staying.
Ron was about to bust open the door when Harry thought twice and held him back. He knocked on the door, and Hermione's voice came from inside. "Come on in, you two," she said.
Harry opened the door and saw Hermione laying on her bed, back to them, reading a book. "How'd you know it was us?"
Hermione laughed and said, "I know you too well." With that, she said, "What's going on?"
"Well, we were playing Quidditch and Harry started talking about this morning and-" Ron started, very fast.
"Ron," Hermione interrupted. "Slow down."
"Okay," Ron took a breath and sat down on Ginny's bed, while Harry pulled a chair up by Hermione. "We were practicing Quidditch outside, and Harry told me something that happened while he was 'sleeping'." Ron started.
"And what is that? What happened, Harry?" Hermione asked sharply.
"A ghost came to me." Harry replied simply, the same way he had to Ron.
"A ghost? What kind of ghost? Do you know who it was?" Hermione asked.
Harry hesitated and glanced at Ron, who nudged him on. "Well," he said. "It was a ghost that could obviously appear and disappear at will, because that's what he said-"
"Who's he already, Harry?" Hermione asked impatiently.
Harry shot her a little look and said, "Godric Gryffindor."
Hermione's jaw dropped. But she came back to her senses and said questioningly, "But- but you were asleep, weren't you? Are you sure it wasn't just a dream?"
"That's exactly what Ron said. I didn't go to sleep until after Mrs. Weasley came in."
"What were you doing beforehand, then?"
"I was talking to Godric. He appeared just after you two left."
"What were you talking about?" Hermione asked. God, she had a lot of questions.
Harry told her exactly what she had told Ron out on the Quidditch Pitch owned by the Weasleys, and once he said the reincarnation bit, her jaw dropped to the floor and her eyes went wide.
"Harry, do you know what this means?" she asked. Harry shook his head. "This is amazing, Harry! When somebody gets reincarnated, all of their powers get stabilized into the reincarnate. You have all of Godric Gryffindor's powers, your parents' powers, and your own. Voldemort has his and Salazar Slytherin's. This means, Harry, that you can defeat him, and you will. My goodness," Hermione ran her hand through her hair, making it fluff up even more. "We have to tell Dumbledore! He'll know exactly what to do about this. But, how are you to defeat him? I'm sure Dumbledore wouldn't just let you off on your own until you find him, would he? What if he did, and what if you couldn't defeat him? No, that's just nonsense, of course you could, you have so many powers." Hermione said more to herself than anybody else.
Harry scratched his ear in thought. (A/N: I tend to do that, also.) This was all so sudden and confusing that Harry seemed to lose himself in his thoughts. He never noticed that he had gotten up and walked out of the room, eventually reaching the outdoors. He walked around to the garden and sat on a bench that had been placed in the middle of four trees, with bushes growing on all sides, each at least covered with 20 purple roses and 7 feet high.
'All of Godric's powers,' he thought to himself. 'How is that possible? Why me? Why do I have to defeat Voldemort, and why not anybody else?'
"That is because," a voice said from behind him (A/N: WARNING: SPOILER!), "You are a marked man. Voldemort chose you, and not the other boy to defeat him."
Harry spun around to see Godric sitting on the other side of the double-sided bench (with two benches, duh! lol) very contently, talking to the midair.
'Can you read my thoughts?' he thought to himself.
"Yes, Harry, I can. You're my reincarnate, and that's just how things work.." Godric turned and smiled at him, looking exactly like James did (with, of course, a different outfit) on his and Lily's wedding. Harry thought.
"What do you mean, I'm a marked man? And who else could have been chosen?"
"Let me explain, Harry." Godric said. He sighed and started off, "Many years ago, a prophecy was made. "The Dark Lord was to be defeated by a young boy, born at the end of July. The problem was, there were two boys born that year at the end of July. Same age as you, he is."
Harry asked, "Who is it?"
"A boy in Gryffindor house, in your year. Neville Longbottom, was the other." Godric let that sink in.
'Neville?' Harry asked himself. He said aloud, "Then why was I chosen, and not Neville?"
(A/N: I know everything here is NOT specific as to the book, but I haven't memorized it YET, so I'm sorry if it doesn't fit exactly.)
"Voldemort didn't know of the other boy born at the end of July. He came to the house of Lily and James, and killed them, as you know. As he tried to kill you and it backfired, you got marked with the scar. That is the scar that would make whomever he chose the one to defeat him once and for all."
Godric faded away, to leave Harry thinking.
Sooner than never, Harry went back up to the Burrow. It was sunset, and he heard Mrs. Weasley calling for them all to come down so they could eat dinner. Harry sighed and said, "A day gone unwasted," for he had learned many things that he never would have before.
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Harry sat down between Ron and George outside at the table, taking in the aroma of Mrs. Weasley's delicious cooking. He smiled and tried to clear his mind of all thoughts, or at least store them in the back until later.
Harry looked around and listened to the conversations. Fred and George, next to him at the end of the table, were deep in secret conversation. Harry caught bits of it-
"No, no that won't work. Something huge, George-"
"Well what about-" George lowered his voice to a point where Harry couldn't hear.
"That's brilliant!" Fred said to his twin, and they went back to brainstorming.
Ron was watching Hermione eat across the table, and Hermione was trying hard not to blush and she tried not to make eye contact. Harry laughed inside, and turned his head to see Ginny looking at him a couple times here and there, but also talking in whispers to Hermione. Mrs. Weasley was ranting on to Bill, who had arrived earlier with Charlie, about the usual- Bill's hair. It was getting much longer, almost down to the middle of his back.
"Bill, dear, just a trim wouldn't hurt-"
"No, mum, I like it like this." Bill said firmly.
Mr. Weasley was chatting to Charlie, and Harry noticed Percy was eating without anybody to talk to. Harry managed a half-smile at him as they matched eyes and went back to his meal.
Dinner ended with a delicious treacle pudding that Mrs. Weasley had spent most of the day making. Harry enjoyed it very thoroughly, as Mrs. Weasley was an excellent cook. Fred and George even set off firecrackers they had left from last year, and after one final cup of hot cocoa, they all trudged up to bed, all very tired. Tomorrow, they would be returning back to Hogwarts, and - Harry remembered - that he was to meet Cho on the train.
Harry lay his head down on his pillow in Ron's room and, for one of the few times in that summer, fell into a peaceful, dream-less sleep, thinking that this fifth year would be better, hopefully, than last.
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A/N: I know, not a very eventful chapter. But it gets better! Thanks, again, to those who had reviewed so far, and I do hope more of you will enjoy this ff and review (hey, no flames, PLS) so I can feel loved! lol. There will be HP/CC when I get to the part of Dumbledore's Army. If you've read the book you know what I mean. Harry and Cho will stay together, though, and Harry won't be so thickheaded. Hehe well I best go post this now. bye bye!
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter and/or any such related characters and/or plots. I do own this plot though. ( hehe
XXdOmOnXx- such a fanfiction? What do you mean? ::lost::
Bon- thanks, and I will do that, lol
Jarvey- here's more! Thanks bunches for the review!
MY DORKIST SISTER WHITNEY: howdy!! I finally figured it out!! (how to post other chappies) lol oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
::MY FIRST REVIEWER::
Herculeha- hehe thanks for reviewing, and I hope you read what-or who- Harry saw! ( And I totally agree- HP/CC forever!!! Oh yeah, and I'm sorry about the short chappies. my bad, lol this one will definitely be longer. And thanks for the (how many?) 3-4 reviews, lol
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Chapter 5
Harry slept the day away, until finally Ron, Fred, and George came in so they could play a game of Quidditch at 2:00 in the afternoon. Harry jumped at the idea and got dressed. He grabbed his broom and off they went, Fred carrying the Weasley's beat up Quiditch set.
They started the game with Fred and George as Keeper/chaser and Seeker/chaser. Ron played Keeper and chaser while Harry just assumed his normal position as Seeker. The game began, and without even two minutes on the clock, Harry had already spotted and caught the Snitch.
"Wow, Harry, brilliant!" Ron said, clapping him on the back.
Harry just sat there, dissatisfied by the little golden Snitch in his hand.
"That was too easy!" George complained. "He's a genius at Seeking! Let's do something else."
Fred laughed as he watched his twin ride down to the ground and get off his broom. "Well," he said to the other two. "Best go see him off." Rolling his eyes and giving a wink, he rode down to George and they walked off, brooms over their shoulders.
"Now what?" Ron asked, watching them walk away.
Harry shrugged. Maybe now was a good time to tell Ron about Godric. "You wanted to try out for Keeper next year, right?" He asked him, zooming down and grabbing the Quaffle that lay abandoned on the ground below. Ron smiled and went into position before the goal hoops.
Harry shot once, and Ron didn't save it. He looked glum as he zoomed down to get the Quaffle and throw it back to Harry.
"You know," Harry said whilst chucking the Quaffle into the hoop farthest to the left, but Ron caught that one. "While I was 'sleeping,' something happened."
Ron stopped throwing the Quaffle half way. "What happened?" he asked, concerned.
"Well." Harry hesitated, looking away from Ron's eyes. "A ghost came to me." He stated simply.
"A ghost?" Ron questioned.
"Not just any ghost though, Ron." Harry replied, throwing the Quaffle at him, which he cought. "It was Godric Gryffindor."
Ron dropped the Quaffle and stared at him. "You must've been dreaming or-or something, Harry." He replied, trying to sound very non-chalant, but the worried crack in his voice gave him away.
"I never went to sleep, Ron, not until after your mum came in." Ron paled slightly at that, but said nothing. Harry continued, "He said that I was the only one who could defeat Voldemort," Ron flinched, "and that I had incredible powers. Or inevitable, which ever he said. Anyway, the part that really got to me, though, was what he said after the fact that I have my parents' and great powers of my own."
"What'd he say?" Ron asked anxiously.
Harry hesitated but told the truth. "He- he said I'm his reincarnation."
Ron looked absolutely shocked. "Does that mean you two look alike?"
"Nearly exactly. Looks just like my father, he does." Harry added, once he thought about it.
"Bloody hell. we have to tell Hermione! She'll make more sense out of it than I could," Ron shouted, zooming between trees with Harry zooming along next to him.
They landed just before they got to the Muggle road and walked across it to where the Burrow stood, nine stories tall at least, lopsided and tipsy. They ran inside and up the stairs, past a very disgruntled Molly Weasley, who shouted at Ron as he passed. They ignored her, however, and ran all the way up to Ginny's room, where Hermione was staying.
Ron was about to bust open the door when Harry thought twice and held him back. He knocked on the door, and Hermione's voice came from inside. "Come on in, you two," she said.
Harry opened the door and saw Hermione laying on her bed, back to them, reading a book. "How'd you know it was us?"
Hermione laughed and said, "I know you too well." With that, she said, "What's going on?"
"Well, we were playing Quidditch and Harry started talking about this morning and-" Ron started, very fast.
"Ron," Hermione interrupted. "Slow down."
"Okay," Ron took a breath and sat down on Ginny's bed, while Harry pulled a chair up by Hermione. "We were practicing Quidditch outside, and Harry told me something that happened while he was 'sleeping'." Ron started.
"And what is that? What happened, Harry?" Hermione asked sharply.
"A ghost came to me." Harry replied simply, the same way he had to Ron.
"A ghost? What kind of ghost? Do you know who it was?" Hermione asked.
Harry hesitated and glanced at Ron, who nudged him on. "Well," he said. "It was a ghost that could obviously appear and disappear at will, because that's what he said-"
"Who's he already, Harry?" Hermione asked impatiently.
Harry shot her a little look and said, "Godric Gryffindor."
Hermione's jaw dropped. But she came back to her senses and said questioningly, "But- but you were asleep, weren't you? Are you sure it wasn't just a dream?"
"That's exactly what Ron said. I didn't go to sleep until after Mrs. Weasley came in."
"What were you doing beforehand, then?"
"I was talking to Godric. He appeared just after you two left."
"What were you talking about?" Hermione asked. God, she had a lot of questions.
Harry told her exactly what she had told Ron out on the Quidditch Pitch owned by the Weasleys, and once he said the reincarnation bit, her jaw dropped to the floor and her eyes went wide.
"Harry, do you know what this means?" she asked. Harry shook his head. "This is amazing, Harry! When somebody gets reincarnated, all of their powers get stabilized into the reincarnate. You have all of Godric Gryffindor's powers, your parents' powers, and your own. Voldemort has his and Salazar Slytherin's. This means, Harry, that you can defeat him, and you will. My goodness," Hermione ran her hand through her hair, making it fluff up even more. "We have to tell Dumbledore! He'll know exactly what to do about this. But, how are you to defeat him? I'm sure Dumbledore wouldn't just let you off on your own until you find him, would he? What if he did, and what if you couldn't defeat him? No, that's just nonsense, of course you could, you have so many powers." Hermione said more to herself than anybody else.
Harry scratched his ear in thought. (A/N: I tend to do that, also.) This was all so sudden and confusing that Harry seemed to lose himself in his thoughts. He never noticed that he had gotten up and walked out of the room, eventually reaching the outdoors. He walked around to the garden and sat on a bench that had been placed in the middle of four trees, with bushes growing on all sides, each at least covered with 20 purple roses and 7 feet high.
'All of Godric's powers,' he thought to himself. 'How is that possible? Why me? Why do I have to defeat Voldemort, and why not anybody else?'
"That is because," a voice said from behind him (A/N: WARNING: SPOILER!), "You are a marked man. Voldemort chose you, and not the other boy to defeat him."
Harry spun around to see Godric sitting on the other side of the double-sided bench (with two benches, duh! lol) very contently, talking to the midair.
'Can you read my thoughts?' he thought to himself.
"Yes, Harry, I can. You're my reincarnate, and that's just how things work.." Godric turned and smiled at him, looking exactly like James did (with, of course, a different outfit) on his and Lily's wedding. Harry thought.
"What do you mean, I'm a marked man? And who else could have been chosen?"
"Let me explain, Harry." Godric said. He sighed and started off, "Many years ago, a prophecy was made. "The Dark Lord was to be defeated by a young boy, born at the end of July. The problem was, there were two boys born that year at the end of July. Same age as you, he is."
Harry asked, "Who is it?"
"A boy in Gryffindor house, in your year. Neville Longbottom, was the other." Godric let that sink in.
'Neville?' Harry asked himself. He said aloud, "Then why was I chosen, and not Neville?"
(A/N: I know everything here is NOT specific as to the book, but I haven't memorized it YET, so I'm sorry if it doesn't fit exactly.)
"Voldemort didn't know of the other boy born at the end of July. He came to the house of Lily and James, and killed them, as you know. As he tried to kill you and it backfired, you got marked with the scar. That is the scar that would make whomever he chose the one to defeat him once and for all."
Godric faded away, to leave Harry thinking.
Sooner than never, Harry went back up to the Burrow. It was sunset, and he heard Mrs. Weasley calling for them all to come down so they could eat dinner. Harry sighed and said, "A day gone unwasted," for he had learned many things that he never would have before.
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Harry sat down between Ron and George outside at the table, taking in the aroma of Mrs. Weasley's delicious cooking. He smiled and tried to clear his mind of all thoughts, or at least store them in the back until later.
Harry looked around and listened to the conversations. Fred and George, next to him at the end of the table, were deep in secret conversation. Harry caught bits of it-
"No, no that won't work. Something huge, George-"
"Well what about-" George lowered his voice to a point where Harry couldn't hear.
"That's brilliant!" Fred said to his twin, and they went back to brainstorming.
Ron was watching Hermione eat across the table, and Hermione was trying hard not to blush and she tried not to make eye contact. Harry laughed inside, and turned his head to see Ginny looking at him a couple times here and there, but also talking in whispers to Hermione. Mrs. Weasley was ranting on to Bill, who had arrived earlier with Charlie, about the usual- Bill's hair. It was getting much longer, almost down to the middle of his back.
"Bill, dear, just a trim wouldn't hurt-"
"No, mum, I like it like this." Bill said firmly.
Mr. Weasley was chatting to Charlie, and Harry noticed Percy was eating without anybody to talk to. Harry managed a half-smile at him as they matched eyes and went back to his meal.
Dinner ended with a delicious treacle pudding that Mrs. Weasley had spent most of the day making. Harry enjoyed it very thoroughly, as Mrs. Weasley was an excellent cook. Fred and George even set off firecrackers they had left from last year, and after one final cup of hot cocoa, they all trudged up to bed, all very tired. Tomorrow, they would be returning back to Hogwarts, and - Harry remembered - that he was to meet Cho on the train.
Harry lay his head down on his pillow in Ron's room and, for one of the few times in that summer, fell into a peaceful, dream-less sleep, thinking that this fifth year would be better, hopefully, than last.
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A/N: I know, not a very eventful chapter. But it gets better! Thanks, again, to those who had reviewed so far, and I do hope more of you will enjoy this ff and review (hey, no flames, PLS) so I can feel loved! lol. There will be HP/CC when I get to the part of Dumbledore's Army. If you've read the book you know what I mean. Harry and Cho will stay together, though, and Harry won't be so thickheaded. Hehe well I best go post this now. bye bye!