HARRY POTTER AND THE BEGINNING OF THE END!
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Disclaimer- I don't own the likes of Harry Potter© and never will! Hope you all enjoy my story and please review with your comments, good or bad! I'll try and update as soon as i can, as I'm not always allowed on the computer!
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CHAPTER ONE- SUMMER OF OWLS
The summer heat was worse than the previous years. The many cars out in the drive ways of the London streets were dull and faded, the sun stealing their metallic colors. Privet Drive was no different. The residents of the identical brick houses were either sitting on their patio, sipping lemonade and conversing with friends, or out shopping in the air-conditioned town complexes, laughing and spending large amounts of money. This is what the residents of Privet Drive were doing. Except for one.
Privet Drive was home to exceptionally ordinary and boring human beings. They woke in the morning, went to work, came home and went to bed. This was their daily routine. And Number Four was very strict on these daily customs. Vernon Dursley woke in the morning, ate a sumptuous breakfast of an assortment of fatty products and went to his work at Grunnings Drill Company. His wife, Petunia, was the usual house-wife. She spent all her time during the day, cleaning and cooking delicious meals for her husband and over-weight son, Dudley. Dudley Dursley, even though quite large, was now putting a use to his weight. He had just become the Junior Heavyweight Interschool Boxing Champion of the South and North East, and was soon to be traveling to America to participate in a highly respected boxing tournament.
There was one other member of the Dursley household who would rather be anywhere else but here. And at that moment he was out in the front yard mowing the extremely dry grass, shirt off and sweat beading over his body. Awfully messy, raven black hair covered his head, longer and rougher than ever before. He wore black-rimmed spectacles that framed extraordinary emerald green eyes. His name was Harry Potter, and he was soon to be sixteen years old, not that he was really excited about it anyway. Every year he received letters and gifts from his friends in the Wizarding World. And why, would you ask, would Harry receive gifts from a strange and unusual world. That would be because Harry Potter was a wizard, fresh from his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And fresh from the worst year of his life.
In just that short year, Harry had been banned from his most favorite hobby, Quidditch, were there was seven broomstick welding players that tried to beat the other team in scoring the most points. He had also been tortured nightly by a toad-like woman, who was the one responsible for his life-long ban. And that wasn't the half of it. Just two weeks ago, Harry had lost the one thing that he was proud to say he loved. His godfather, Sirius Black. Harry had receive a fake vision of his godfather being tortured and escaped to the Ministry of Magic to save him, only to find out that it was a hoax. This simple mistake had cost him his godfather's life and the guilt that it left behind. Also, after the terrifying experience of Sirius's lost life, Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, had decided to tell him, after five years, why Tom Riddle, aka Voldemort, attacked and killed his parents and tried to kill him when he was only one year old.
The reason for this meaningless slaughter was because of a prophecy. A prophecy made by a seer explaining that Voldemort and Harry must fight until one of them died. Until this could happen, none could live a normal life while the other was alive.
That was the reason Harry was now out in the sweltering sun on this summer day, shirtless and sweating. He needed something to rid his mind of Sirius, Voldemort and the guilt. He needed to get the last sight of his godfather falling though that nightmarish veil out of his head. But he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much work he done, his godfather wouldn't leave him. And for some reasons, Harry didn't want the final pictures of Sirius to leave him. He didn't want to forget the look of surprise plastered to his fast; he didn't want to forget his bark-like laugh. And because he didn't want to forget him, and didn't want to let go, the guilt doubled.
The sun burnt his skin on his back and shoulders. His arms ached from pushing the lawnmower over the large front yard, as well as the back, for the past two hours. He sighed and switched off the loud machine, swiping the hair and sweat from his eyes. He placed it in the one car garage, shoved off his grass covered shoes and strolled into the extremely clean house. His aunt, Petunia was cooking a roast for dinner that night. The smell wafted up his nostrils, stirring the hunger in his stomach.
"Here's your lunch, eat it quickly and go have a shoulder, you making our home smell like a pigsty!" spat Petunia Dursley, shoving a plate of cottage cheese and carrot sticks into his hands. Harry sighed once more, and picked at it occasionally nibbling on a piece of carrot. He stumbled out of the bathroom, now showered, clean and refreshed. He slumped onto his bed, gazing at the untidiness of his small room. Parchment, quills and books littered the floor and desks. His bin was empty save for a feather which had fluttered down from Hedwig's cage. He was so exhausted it hurt. But he didn't want to resort to sleep, which led to dreams, nightmares and disturbing visions.
But even though he hated to close his eyes, leaving himself vulnerable, he couldn't help it. His eye lids were heavy and his head was sore. Soon he was sound asleep, but it was a sleep he'd rather be without.
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Stone walls surrounded him; a steady 'drip' came from the shadows. His body was sore and aching, and blood covered the floor where he lay. It was silent, too silent.
Harry awoke his breath steady and head throbbing. Moonlight shone through his open window and a breeze blue with it. He rubbed his eyes, finding his glasses still in place. What did the dream mean? This was the third time he had dreamt about the stone dungeon and the third time it left him clueless. He had a feeling this dream was one of the sort he had been dreaming about last year, when he had been in that corridor, only to find out that he was dreaming about Voldemort's thoughts. Was this another one of these visions or a completely different one? He did feel alone and isolated, sore and awash with guilt. Maybe the stone room and the steady dripping was what he felt inside. He'd have to wait and see what happened in the future, to see if it was one of Voldemort's mind tricks or his own mind playing up.
A few days passed when one night, when Harry was awake and finishing off his Transfiguration homework on: Transfiguring one species of Animal to Another: Explain the techniques used in order to perform this? He was just finishing off the last line when there was a flurry of feathers as a group of owls flew into his room through his open window. He was startled at first at the arrival of the night birds, but then realized, with a funny jolt, that it was his birthday, and had been for half an hour. There was a small, feathered ball zipping around the ceiling, Harry smiled as he snatched Ron's miniscule owl from the air. He was hooting excitedly and was moving so much Harry couldn't remove the small parcel from its talons.
"Hold still, Pig!" Harry hissed, finally prizing the gift from his foot, and letting the owl go. Pig was still fluttering above his head as he read the letter.
-Harry
Happy Birthday mate! You've finally joined us older people in the adult world! Sucked in to Hermione. She doesn't turn sixteen to October! How you coping mate? You'll be leaving that place soon, I can say that much! See you soon,
-Ron
Harry smiled as he opened his gift. It was a School Supply Kit of Skiving Snackboxes, Extendable Ears and other Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. He sat them aside and moved to the other owls. One was his own snowy owl, Hedwig, and the others looked like school owls. He moved to Hedwig and removed the letter and parcel from her leg. This one was from Hermione.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! How has your summer been so far? Please don't attack me for saying this, as I've said it in all the other letters I've sent you. It wasn't your fault; don't blame yourself for something you didn't do! Now, down to business. I will be coming to pick you up tomorrow at noon, I will be on my way to you-know-where, so it isn't an extra trip. My parents don't mind, as they'd love to meet you, properly that is. Please be ready for us, I've got something planned to get you out of the house! See you then,
Love From
Hermione
Harry couldn't help himself from grinning. He'd finally be leaving this hell hole, but the thought of going back to his godfather's house haunted him. Grimmauld Place had been like a prison for Sirius, and he hated it there. The only time when he was happy was when Harry had been there with everyone else. Just the thought of the grinning face of Sirius was enough to bring tears of sadness to Harry's eyes. He grinded his teeth in anger. He threw the scrunched up letter from Hermione against the wall, surprising himself when it landed in the bin.
"I won't think about that now!" he said angrily, moving onto the parcel from his best friend. It was strangely shaped. He realized, with a funny twisting of his stomach, that it was in the shape of a broomstick. He ripped open the red paper to find his Firebolt, a bit dusty, but good as ever. There was another letter and a small glittering parcel. He grinned happily and read the letter quickly.
-Harry
I noticed how distraught you were when Umbridge took your broomstick, so I wrote to Dumbledore. He sent it to me and I thought to hand it back to you for your birthday. There's another gift here for you, my parents bought it in Switzerland while I was at school, and I immediately thought of you. Hope you like it; they found it in an old chest at an antique shop and thought I'd be interested in the runes, but I thought you might get a better use of it!
-Hermione
The glittering that Harry had seen was coming from the paper, which seemed to be made completely of sparkles. He carefully opened it to find that whatever it was was wrapped once more, this time in violet tissue paper. He unfolded the paper and gasped. Inside was a dagger. He held it in his hand and ran his finger along the flat side. Runes were engraved from the handle, to the sharp point. It was in some peculiar language. The handle was black with silver designs running all over it. He turned it in his hand, to find a small note stuck to the side, he pulled it off and read:
I translated the runes to say: Power comes to those who have nothing to loose. Love comes at the hand of those who don't want to loose.
It's quite strange, I don't really get it, maybe you do?
Harry's smile faded slightly, he knew what it meant. Voldemort, who had never known what it was like to love, found power to be its substitute. Since he had never loved anyone before, he didn't have no one, or nothing to loose, but Harry, who found love to be the only thing that kept him alive, to be his power. He had friends he loved, Hermione and the Weasley's. Sirius, his parents, Lupin. They were his power, and since he loved them, he could loose them. He found power in love, while Voldemort's power came from want.
Harry placed the dagger with his Firebolt on the bed and moved onto the other owls. One was from Hagrid. He had sent him a large slab of caramel fudge and a few rock cakes. He sat them aside and looked upon the other owls. One was a large black screech owl, sitting importantly with a letter tied to its leg. Harry went to this one first, and as soon as he took the letter off, it swooped out of the open window and into the night. Harry stood gaping at the seal on the back of the envelope of two wands crossing. Inside this envelope were his OWL results and the key to his future in the Wizarding world.
He tore open the thick, yellow envelope and pulled out two pieces of parchment, the first one read.
Harry James Potter
These are the results for the Ordinary Wizarding Exams, sat by Harry James Potter in the year of 2003(A/N- yeah I know, but I have no idea what year it was supposed to be!) at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Subject OWLs taken: Eight. Results on separate page, with classes to be chosen.
Griselda Marchbanks
Head of the Wizarding Examinations Authority
Ministry of Magic
Harry flicked the next bit of parchment to the front and took another deep breath as he read.
ORDINARY WIZARDING EXAM RESULTS- Harry James Potter
SUBJECT------------------------THEORY------------------------PRACTICAL------ ----------------RESULT--------------------------OWL
TRANSFIGURATION------------EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS------------OUTSTANDING------ -------OUTSTANDING-------------------TWO
CHARMS------------------OUTSTANDING--------------------EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS- ----------OUTSTANDING------------------TWO
HISTORY OF MAGIC--------EI-----------------------NONE----------------------- -----ACCEPTABLE--------------------ZERO
POTIONS------------------EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS------------OUTSTANDING-------- --------OUTSTANDING-------------------ZERO
ASTRONOMY-------------ACCEPTABLE------------------------------EI------------ ---------ACCEPTABLE------------------ONE
DIVINATION--------------EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS---------------TERRIBLE--------- -------------ACCEPTABLE-----------------ONE
CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES------OUTSTANDING-----------OUTSTANDING------------ -----OUTSTANDING----------------TWO
DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS-------OUTSTANDING--------------OUTSTANDING---- -------OUTSTANDING-------------TWO***
***-I Extra Credit Mark, for excellent use of a Patronus
EI- Exam Interrupted, Mark Given- Acceptable
Exam Results for Harry James Potter
OWLs Received- Eleven (including one extra credit mark)
Class Suggestions for Seventh Year for Harry James Potter- occupation: AUROR
MAIN COMPULSORY SUBJECTS
Transfiguration
Charms
Defense against the Dark Arts
Potions
Care of Magical Creatures
ELECTIVE SUBJECTS- THREE REQUIRED
Dueling
Pure Enchantment
Ancient Runes
Practical Education
Extremely Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts (only for students who achieved outstanding OWLs in ordinary DADA)
Please send your choices to your school headmaster with your results so your classes can be arranged.
Congratulations on your results!
Griselda Marchbanks
Harry dropped the parchment in amazement. He had received eleven OWLs, five of them outstanding. He couldn't believe it; he'd thought he failed at least Potions, Astronomy and Divination! But he'd passed most of his subjects, if not all. He was so thrilled that he almost forgot his final letter. He placed his OWL results down with his other presents, still excited immensely. He unrolled the parchment and read it, humming happily. But the time he'd finished the letter his smile was gone and replaced by a look of anger. The letter was from Albus Dumbledore.
He had to continue Occlumency.
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Author's Note- How did you all like that chapter? I hope this story is flowing alright, as I've planned what I'm going to do in it, and I think it's good!
Words- 2,543
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Disclaimer- I don't own the likes of Harry Potter© and never will! Hope you all enjoy my story and please review with your comments, good or bad! I'll try and update as soon as i can, as I'm not always allowed on the computer!
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CHAPTER ONE- SUMMER OF OWLS
The summer heat was worse than the previous years. The many cars out in the drive ways of the London streets were dull and faded, the sun stealing their metallic colors. Privet Drive was no different. The residents of the identical brick houses were either sitting on their patio, sipping lemonade and conversing with friends, or out shopping in the air-conditioned town complexes, laughing and spending large amounts of money. This is what the residents of Privet Drive were doing. Except for one.
Privet Drive was home to exceptionally ordinary and boring human beings. They woke in the morning, went to work, came home and went to bed. This was their daily routine. And Number Four was very strict on these daily customs. Vernon Dursley woke in the morning, ate a sumptuous breakfast of an assortment of fatty products and went to his work at Grunnings Drill Company. His wife, Petunia, was the usual house-wife. She spent all her time during the day, cleaning and cooking delicious meals for her husband and over-weight son, Dudley. Dudley Dursley, even though quite large, was now putting a use to his weight. He had just become the Junior Heavyweight Interschool Boxing Champion of the South and North East, and was soon to be traveling to America to participate in a highly respected boxing tournament.
There was one other member of the Dursley household who would rather be anywhere else but here. And at that moment he was out in the front yard mowing the extremely dry grass, shirt off and sweat beading over his body. Awfully messy, raven black hair covered his head, longer and rougher than ever before. He wore black-rimmed spectacles that framed extraordinary emerald green eyes. His name was Harry Potter, and he was soon to be sixteen years old, not that he was really excited about it anyway. Every year he received letters and gifts from his friends in the Wizarding World. And why, would you ask, would Harry receive gifts from a strange and unusual world. That would be because Harry Potter was a wizard, fresh from his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And fresh from the worst year of his life.
In just that short year, Harry had been banned from his most favorite hobby, Quidditch, were there was seven broomstick welding players that tried to beat the other team in scoring the most points. He had also been tortured nightly by a toad-like woman, who was the one responsible for his life-long ban. And that wasn't the half of it. Just two weeks ago, Harry had lost the one thing that he was proud to say he loved. His godfather, Sirius Black. Harry had receive a fake vision of his godfather being tortured and escaped to the Ministry of Magic to save him, only to find out that it was a hoax. This simple mistake had cost him his godfather's life and the guilt that it left behind. Also, after the terrifying experience of Sirius's lost life, Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, had decided to tell him, after five years, why Tom Riddle, aka Voldemort, attacked and killed his parents and tried to kill him when he was only one year old.
The reason for this meaningless slaughter was because of a prophecy. A prophecy made by a seer explaining that Voldemort and Harry must fight until one of them died. Until this could happen, none could live a normal life while the other was alive.
That was the reason Harry was now out in the sweltering sun on this summer day, shirtless and sweating. He needed something to rid his mind of Sirius, Voldemort and the guilt. He needed to get the last sight of his godfather falling though that nightmarish veil out of his head. But he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much work he done, his godfather wouldn't leave him. And for some reasons, Harry didn't want the final pictures of Sirius to leave him. He didn't want to forget the look of surprise plastered to his fast; he didn't want to forget his bark-like laugh. And because he didn't want to forget him, and didn't want to let go, the guilt doubled.
The sun burnt his skin on his back and shoulders. His arms ached from pushing the lawnmower over the large front yard, as well as the back, for the past two hours. He sighed and switched off the loud machine, swiping the hair and sweat from his eyes. He placed it in the one car garage, shoved off his grass covered shoes and strolled into the extremely clean house. His aunt, Petunia was cooking a roast for dinner that night. The smell wafted up his nostrils, stirring the hunger in his stomach.
"Here's your lunch, eat it quickly and go have a shoulder, you making our home smell like a pigsty!" spat Petunia Dursley, shoving a plate of cottage cheese and carrot sticks into his hands. Harry sighed once more, and picked at it occasionally nibbling on a piece of carrot. He stumbled out of the bathroom, now showered, clean and refreshed. He slumped onto his bed, gazing at the untidiness of his small room. Parchment, quills and books littered the floor and desks. His bin was empty save for a feather which had fluttered down from Hedwig's cage. He was so exhausted it hurt. But he didn't want to resort to sleep, which led to dreams, nightmares and disturbing visions.
But even though he hated to close his eyes, leaving himself vulnerable, he couldn't help it. His eye lids were heavy and his head was sore. Soon he was sound asleep, but it was a sleep he'd rather be without.
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Stone walls surrounded him; a steady 'drip' came from the shadows. His body was sore and aching, and blood covered the floor where he lay. It was silent, too silent.
Harry awoke his breath steady and head throbbing. Moonlight shone through his open window and a breeze blue with it. He rubbed his eyes, finding his glasses still in place. What did the dream mean? This was the third time he had dreamt about the stone dungeon and the third time it left him clueless. He had a feeling this dream was one of the sort he had been dreaming about last year, when he had been in that corridor, only to find out that he was dreaming about Voldemort's thoughts. Was this another one of these visions or a completely different one? He did feel alone and isolated, sore and awash with guilt. Maybe the stone room and the steady dripping was what he felt inside. He'd have to wait and see what happened in the future, to see if it was one of Voldemort's mind tricks or his own mind playing up.
A few days passed when one night, when Harry was awake and finishing off his Transfiguration homework on: Transfiguring one species of Animal to Another: Explain the techniques used in order to perform this? He was just finishing off the last line when there was a flurry of feathers as a group of owls flew into his room through his open window. He was startled at first at the arrival of the night birds, but then realized, with a funny jolt, that it was his birthday, and had been for half an hour. There was a small, feathered ball zipping around the ceiling, Harry smiled as he snatched Ron's miniscule owl from the air. He was hooting excitedly and was moving so much Harry couldn't remove the small parcel from its talons.
"Hold still, Pig!" Harry hissed, finally prizing the gift from his foot, and letting the owl go. Pig was still fluttering above his head as he read the letter.
-Harry
Happy Birthday mate! You've finally joined us older people in the adult world! Sucked in to Hermione. She doesn't turn sixteen to October! How you coping mate? You'll be leaving that place soon, I can say that much! See you soon,
-Ron
Harry smiled as he opened his gift. It was a School Supply Kit of Skiving Snackboxes, Extendable Ears and other Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. He sat them aside and moved to the other owls. One was his own snowy owl, Hedwig, and the others looked like school owls. He moved to Hedwig and removed the letter and parcel from her leg. This one was from Hermione.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! How has your summer been so far? Please don't attack me for saying this, as I've said it in all the other letters I've sent you. It wasn't your fault; don't blame yourself for something you didn't do! Now, down to business. I will be coming to pick you up tomorrow at noon, I will be on my way to you-know-where, so it isn't an extra trip. My parents don't mind, as they'd love to meet you, properly that is. Please be ready for us, I've got something planned to get you out of the house! See you then,
Love From
Hermione
Harry couldn't help himself from grinning. He'd finally be leaving this hell hole, but the thought of going back to his godfather's house haunted him. Grimmauld Place had been like a prison for Sirius, and he hated it there. The only time when he was happy was when Harry had been there with everyone else. Just the thought of the grinning face of Sirius was enough to bring tears of sadness to Harry's eyes. He grinded his teeth in anger. He threw the scrunched up letter from Hermione against the wall, surprising himself when it landed in the bin.
"I won't think about that now!" he said angrily, moving onto the parcel from his best friend. It was strangely shaped. He realized, with a funny twisting of his stomach, that it was in the shape of a broomstick. He ripped open the red paper to find his Firebolt, a bit dusty, but good as ever. There was another letter and a small glittering parcel. He grinned happily and read the letter quickly.
-Harry
I noticed how distraught you were when Umbridge took your broomstick, so I wrote to Dumbledore. He sent it to me and I thought to hand it back to you for your birthday. There's another gift here for you, my parents bought it in Switzerland while I was at school, and I immediately thought of you. Hope you like it; they found it in an old chest at an antique shop and thought I'd be interested in the runes, but I thought you might get a better use of it!
-Hermione
The glittering that Harry had seen was coming from the paper, which seemed to be made completely of sparkles. He carefully opened it to find that whatever it was was wrapped once more, this time in violet tissue paper. He unfolded the paper and gasped. Inside was a dagger. He held it in his hand and ran his finger along the flat side. Runes were engraved from the handle, to the sharp point. It was in some peculiar language. The handle was black with silver designs running all over it. He turned it in his hand, to find a small note stuck to the side, he pulled it off and read:
I translated the runes to say: Power comes to those who have nothing to loose. Love comes at the hand of those who don't want to loose.
It's quite strange, I don't really get it, maybe you do?
Harry's smile faded slightly, he knew what it meant. Voldemort, who had never known what it was like to love, found power to be its substitute. Since he had never loved anyone before, he didn't have no one, or nothing to loose, but Harry, who found love to be the only thing that kept him alive, to be his power. He had friends he loved, Hermione and the Weasley's. Sirius, his parents, Lupin. They were his power, and since he loved them, he could loose them. He found power in love, while Voldemort's power came from want.
Harry placed the dagger with his Firebolt on the bed and moved onto the other owls. One was from Hagrid. He had sent him a large slab of caramel fudge and a few rock cakes. He sat them aside and looked upon the other owls. One was a large black screech owl, sitting importantly with a letter tied to its leg. Harry went to this one first, and as soon as he took the letter off, it swooped out of the open window and into the night. Harry stood gaping at the seal on the back of the envelope of two wands crossing. Inside this envelope were his OWL results and the key to his future in the Wizarding world.
He tore open the thick, yellow envelope and pulled out two pieces of parchment, the first one read.
Harry James Potter
These are the results for the Ordinary Wizarding Exams, sat by Harry James Potter in the year of 2003(A/N- yeah I know, but I have no idea what year it was supposed to be!) at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Subject OWLs taken: Eight. Results on separate page, with classes to be chosen.
Griselda Marchbanks
Head of the Wizarding Examinations Authority
Ministry of Magic
Harry flicked the next bit of parchment to the front and took another deep breath as he read.
ORDINARY WIZARDING EXAM RESULTS- Harry James Potter
SUBJECT------------------------THEORY------------------------PRACTICAL------ ----------------RESULT--------------------------OWL
TRANSFIGURATION------------EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS------------OUTSTANDING------ -------OUTSTANDING-------------------TWO
CHARMS------------------OUTSTANDING--------------------EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS- ----------OUTSTANDING------------------TWO
HISTORY OF MAGIC--------EI-----------------------NONE----------------------- -----ACCEPTABLE--------------------ZERO
POTIONS------------------EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS------------OUTSTANDING-------- --------OUTSTANDING-------------------ZERO
ASTRONOMY-------------ACCEPTABLE------------------------------EI------------ ---------ACCEPTABLE------------------ONE
DIVINATION--------------EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS---------------TERRIBLE--------- -------------ACCEPTABLE-----------------ONE
CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES------OUTSTANDING-----------OUTSTANDING------------ -----OUTSTANDING----------------TWO
DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS-------OUTSTANDING--------------OUTSTANDING---- -------OUTSTANDING-------------TWO***
***-I Extra Credit Mark, for excellent use of a Patronus
EI- Exam Interrupted, Mark Given- Acceptable
Exam Results for Harry James Potter
OWLs Received- Eleven (including one extra credit mark)
Class Suggestions for Seventh Year for Harry James Potter- occupation: AUROR
MAIN COMPULSORY SUBJECTS
Transfiguration
Charms
Defense against the Dark Arts
Potions
Care of Magical Creatures
ELECTIVE SUBJECTS- THREE REQUIRED
Dueling
Pure Enchantment
Ancient Runes
Practical Education
Extremely Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts (only for students who achieved outstanding OWLs in ordinary DADA)
Please send your choices to your school headmaster with your results so your classes can be arranged.
Congratulations on your results!
Griselda Marchbanks
Harry dropped the parchment in amazement. He had received eleven OWLs, five of them outstanding. He couldn't believe it; he'd thought he failed at least Potions, Astronomy and Divination! But he'd passed most of his subjects, if not all. He was so thrilled that he almost forgot his final letter. He placed his OWL results down with his other presents, still excited immensely. He unrolled the parchment and read it, humming happily. But the time he'd finished the letter his smile was gone and replaced by a look of anger. The letter was from Albus Dumbledore.
He had to continue Occlumency.
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Author's Note- How did you all like that chapter? I hope this story is flowing alright, as I've planned what I'm going to do in it, and I think it's good!
Words- 2,543