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"What happened?" asked Mr Longbottom.
"We was last tortured by the Death Eaters and that was all I remember," said Mrs Longbottom.
"Well," said Harry gently. "You are now in St Mungo's. The Death Eaters who had tortured you insane are now in Azkaban. The person in your embrace, well, is Neville Longbottom."
It took quite some time for Harry and Neville to convince Mr and Mrs Longbottom that every word they say are true.
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Harry and Neville, along with Mr and Mrs Longbottom returned to Hogwarts. All the staff of Hogwarts had quite a shock for the exception of Dumbledore and Snape who knew that Harry had this planned out for them. Harry returned the Gryffindor Common Room and was greeted by Fred and George Weasley. Harry groaned and asked, "What with you this time?"
"Well," said Fred rather mischievously as well as mysteriously.
"Cut the carp," interrupted Harry at once. He had no time for their pranks and need to settle some thing with the Longbottom's arrival to his castle. "And straight into business, Mr Forge and Mr Gerd Weasley, Manager-cum- Sales Director-cum-Research Executive-cum-retailer of the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes."
The twin look stunned when Harry addressed them this way.
"What did you called us?" asked Fred, amazed.
"I believe is Mr Forge and Mr Gerd Weasley, Manager-cum-Sales Director-cum- Research Executive-cum-retailer of the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes," said Harry in a roguish grin. "Now enough fun. What you want with me?"
"Well Harry, Slytherin versus Gryffindor match is a fortnight from now, but you do not have any practices yet," said George.
"I'm busy," sighed Harry.
"But this an order from the captain. She wants you to be at practices tomorrow five in the morning," answered Fred. This statement caught Harry's attention.
"Who?"
"Top-secret, Harry. This is highly confidential as we heard from McGonagall that the slimy ferret, Draco Mafloy had managed to buy his way to become captain," George spat the very mention of Mafloy's name.
"Information had it that he had acquire his hold team the latest Nimbus Series- the Nimbus Razor Millennium edition. Their rumored speed is 125 miles per hour which put all our broomstick but yours," said Fred with a look of jealousy at Harry. The whole of Hogwarts knew that Harry Potter is the currently the known holder of the world fastest broomstick in Hogwarts- the Firebolt.
"Miles behind," finished Harry blandly. "No wonder that Mafloy looked so smug these days," muttered Harry to himself.
"Right you are, Harry," said George with his gloom settling in.
*Harry, there is a Gringotts key in your vault. Go to the very back in your vault and whisper, ' The Light is here.' A small door will open and reveal the key. Take the key and go to Vault 0001-53. Show the key to the goblin and said, 'The Lord comes to claim his things.' Then all will be settled.* whispered Merlin at the unknown part of his mind.
'What is in there, Merlin?'
*You will know, young one.*
Shaking his head, Harry said, "I see what I can do."
Then Harry turned and walked out of the Common Room. He went straight to McGonagall.
"Professor McGonagall," called Harry when he reached the Gryffindor head's office.
"Come in, Potter," shouted a voice. Harry pushed open the door and walked straight to McGonagall.
"Professor, I heard that the Slytherin got Mafloy to become their team captain. Is this new reliable?" asked Harry and knew that he had asked the wrong question.
"Are you doubting my source's reliability, eh Potter?" asked McGonagall with her nose flared open. Her lips thinned and her eyes reduced into slits.
"No!" added Harry in a haste as he back away cautiously. "I'm wondering if you can grant me permission for me to visit Gringotts to retrieve a thing or two."
McGonagall's answer was swift and sharp and even a bit harsh, "No, you may not, Potter. You have got out a bit too much. You are to go to your lesson, now!"
"Er...Professor today is Saturday. There is no lesson," said Harry but he beat a retreat when he saw what McGonagall's face looked like.
'Never mind, I will go anyway.'
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Harry stood outside the Leaky Cauldron. His hand rose and he pushed the door open. Just as it had when he first visited the Leaky Cauldron, the low buzzer of chattering stopped abruptly and in a second, Harry found himself starting to shake hands with everyone in Leaky Cauldron. Harry managed to throw off the crowd and fought his way into the Diagon Alley. He went directly to the Gringotts and showed his key to a free Goblin.
"Griphook!" called the goblin and the very same goblin which had lead him to his vault appeared one again. "Mr Potter wishes to get something from his Vault."
"Very well then, if you would follow me Mr Potter," said the Goblin.
'Do the goblins know that I'm the Lord of Light?'
*No, not yet. Being the only neutral group of creatures, Goblins do not interfere with the battle between the forces of Light and the forces of Darkness.*
'I see.'
The goblin had lead Harry to his Vault by the manic mining cart. Harry had no time to enjoy because he was thinking of what Merlin had said.
"Vault 435," declared the Griphook.
"Here's the key, Griphook," said Harry as he handed the small golden key to the goblin. Griphook took the key and unlocked the door. Harry walked directly to the back of his vault and whispered, "The Light is here."
A small hiss escaped from the vault and a small door opened. 'It kind of looks like the kind of safe that Muggles used,' thought Harry as he extended his hand to get a golden key that lay untouched. Harry extracted the key and walked out of the Vault. Griphook glared at Harry suspiciously but was broken when Harry hissed out, "The Lord comes to claim his things,"
Immediately, the eyes of the Griphook widen. The goblin dashed to the cart and was followed by Harry. The cart rocketed around the tracks. Just when Harry thought that he had gone round the London underground for the hundredth time, it stopped out side a small door. Trembling head to toe, Griphook walked out and said, "Here you are, Mr Potter. I will stay at the cart await for your return." And with that, the goblin scrambled back to the cart. Harry walked to it and inserted the key and turned...(A/N: Nice cliffy here, don't you think so?)
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Sunday morning...
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The morning sun rose slowly into the morning skies. Harry reluctantly woke up as the birds cheeped cheerfully outside his Dormitory.
'Sunday, what a day it had been,' groaned Harry mentally as he stirred sporadically. He changed and dressed before he walked down to visit the Hospital wing. It had been a quite a number of days when Harry had rescued Snape and his fiancée from the evil clutches of Lord Voldemort.
"That bastard!" growled Harry as he spread out his work on the table. "Tom Marvolo Riddle had been too quiet. I hadn't had as much as of a damn shit of dream from that Lord Of Darkness."
*Patience, patience.*
'What am I going to prepare for that god forsaken bastard is up to when I can see or dream about it?' roared Harry mentally.
Merlin's voice turned very stern.
*Now look, Harry. Anger isn't getting you anywhere. If you want that Dark Lord to go down, keep your anger in hand.*
'Anger? What anger?'
*Last warning, Potter.* growled Merlin. *Anger is a double edge weapon. It can spurt your speed, strength and senses to a new height in a battle. But let it rule your head, you will be toasted by your enemy.*
"Harry! Practice time!" shouted Fred at the top of the stairs.
Resigning himself to the fact that he will not be able to do his homework, he stood up and shouted, "Fred, I'm at the Common Room."
Bouncing down the stairs, Fred and George met Harry.
"Let me guess," said Harry when he saw the two bouncing Weasley. "Angelina Johnson is the new Gryffindor Quidditch team Captain and Alica Spinnet is the vice Captain."
The twins' jaw fell opened once again.
"How did you know?" sputtered the two together.
"Only those two girls can get you up so early without any complaint," grinned Harry widely as the twin squirmed uneasily. His grin got even wider as the Gryffindor chasers walked down from the stairs.
"Morning ladies," said Harry.
"Morning!" the girls replied. Clearly, only Katie Bell is the sleepy one. The team walked out of the Common Room and straight to the Quidditch pitch. Harry had once thought that there could not be any more Quidditch Captain who is crazier and more frantic then Oliver Wood. But apparently his conclusion is that Oliver is mad, Angelina Johnson was proven to be worst, a lot worst. There is only one sentence to describe about her.
She should be living at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries by now.
After launching into a haze of explanation of why they should win the Quidditch Cup this season which alone lasted about almost two hours which Harry and Katie Bell almost fell asleep, Angelina Johnson started to explain what tactics they are going to use against the Slytherin. Harry interrupted at once, "Angelina, we are supposed to choose a new keeper first, not all these tactical talks!"
At once Angelina, Alica, Fred and George glowered, together.
"We have slower brooms that those slimy Slytherin serpents!" hissed Fred.
"That means that the gifts that I had for all you which will be arriving this morning will be useless," stated Harry simply.
"What gifts?" asked the team, together.
"You have to wait until we go for breakfast," said Harry and sprinted off. The team scooter after Harry and dashed into the Great Hall. When they reached the Hall, Harry was looking at the ceiling. Soon the rest of the school came down for breakfast. Then the silence chatter of the Hall was broke by the screeching of hundred owls, which signified the arrival of mails. At once, every one caught sights of a group of twenty owls, which carried a large parcel. The owls deposit the parcel at Harry whom promptly banished it to his dormitory when another owl arrive and dropped a letter onto Harry's lap. Harry pick up the letter and handed it to Angelina. When she read the letter, she nearly fainted. When she recovered, she could only gape at Harry openly.
"How...how...did...you?"
George grabbed the letter away from Angelina's hand and read through it. Similarly stunned, George passed letter to the rest of the Gryffindor team. The contents of the letter had everyone in the Gryffindor house Quidditch team, stunned. The letter's content is as the following:
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Dear Mr Potter,
We had received your orders for fourteen internationally standard Firebolt. The parcel of which had been delivered to you this morning contains six Firebolt. We were unable to supply you with fourteen Firebolts at once. The rest of your order will be delivered to you tomorrow morning at the same time. We are very happy that we had reached an agreement on the cost of the Firebolt. We hope that you will continue to place your orders with the Quality Quidditch Supplies.
Thank you
Yours sincerely,
Mr Edward Jackson Sale Manager Quality Quidditch Supplies.
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"Personally, keep it a secret. I want to see Mafloy's face as well as the Slytherin Quidditch team's face when the whole team comes out on Firebolts," whispered Harry before he stood up and casted the Sound- Magnifying charm.
"We are currently holding the Quidditch tryouts, we are looking for a complete group of 3 Chasers, 2 Beaters, Seeker and two Keepers. Those who are interested please report to the Angelina Johnson at Quidditch pitch after three in the afternoon today, Thank you," Harry said before he ended the enchantment. He finished his breakfast and went for his lesson, which was Defense Against the Dark Arts.
TBC...
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A note from you Author:
I know this chapter is bit too short but I hitted a writer's block at the last part. Any way, I know that I promised that I will be delivering a Quidditch match this chapter but ideas keep popping out along the chapter when I was typing. Many thanks to all my reviewers. They are:
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Princess Hermione: Thanks!
valeries26: Fudge will be in deep shit soon!
The Red Dragon Order: Many thanks!
Lily c.: Haha! You will understand this later as the story develop and don't worry. There will be a sequel. And no, after T. M. Riddle was restored to his body, the world will go into a time of Darkness, understand? The night will end at Harry's seventh year at June 6, 1996. is that correct? (From the Bible, It was stated that the devil is strongest at 666, right? Sorry, but I'm not Christian.)
Naia: Thanks! How will you develop Harry in The Dragonmaster as well as Harry Potter: The Ancestors' call?
Wquad: Thanks; I well certain keep this story going.
Ran: Thanks!
Angelis: Thanks! Essence of Power: Thank you for your review.
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That's all, folks
So long,
Yours truly,
BloodRedSword
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"What happened?" asked Mr Longbottom.
"We was last tortured by the Death Eaters and that was all I remember," said Mrs Longbottom.
"Well," said Harry gently. "You are now in St Mungo's. The Death Eaters who had tortured you insane are now in Azkaban. The person in your embrace, well, is Neville Longbottom."
It took quite some time for Harry and Neville to convince Mr and Mrs Longbottom that every word they say are true.
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Harry and Neville, along with Mr and Mrs Longbottom returned to Hogwarts. All the staff of Hogwarts had quite a shock for the exception of Dumbledore and Snape who knew that Harry had this planned out for them. Harry returned the Gryffindor Common Room and was greeted by Fred and George Weasley. Harry groaned and asked, "What with you this time?"
"Well," said Fred rather mischievously as well as mysteriously.
"Cut the carp," interrupted Harry at once. He had no time for their pranks and need to settle some thing with the Longbottom's arrival to his castle. "And straight into business, Mr Forge and Mr Gerd Weasley, Manager-cum- Sales Director-cum-Research Executive-cum-retailer of the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes."
The twin look stunned when Harry addressed them this way.
"What did you called us?" asked Fred, amazed.
"I believe is Mr Forge and Mr Gerd Weasley, Manager-cum-Sales Director-cum- Research Executive-cum-retailer of the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes," said Harry in a roguish grin. "Now enough fun. What you want with me?"
"Well Harry, Slytherin versus Gryffindor match is a fortnight from now, but you do not have any practices yet," said George.
"I'm busy," sighed Harry.
"But this an order from the captain. She wants you to be at practices tomorrow five in the morning," answered Fred. This statement caught Harry's attention.
"Who?"
"Top-secret, Harry. This is highly confidential as we heard from McGonagall that the slimy ferret, Draco Mafloy had managed to buy his way to become captain," George spat the very mention of Mafloy's name.
"Information had it that he had acquire his hold team the latest Nimbus Series- the Nimbus Razor Millennium edition. Their rumored speed is 125 miles per hour which put all our broomstick but yours," said Fred with a look of jealousy at Harry. The whole of Hogwarts knew that Harry Potter is the currently the known holder of the world fastest broomstick in Hogwarts- the Firebolt.
"Miles behind," finished Harry blandly. "No wonder that Mafloy looked so smug these days," muttered Harry to himself.
"Right you are, Harry," said George with his gloom settling in.
*Harry, there is a Gringotts key in your vault. Go to the very back in your vault and whisper, ' The Light is here.' A small door will open and reveal the key. Take the key and go to Vault 0001-53. Show the key to the goblin and said, 'The Lord comes to claim his things.' Then all will be settled.* whispered Merlin at the unknown part of his mind.
'What is in there, Merlin?'
*You will know, young one.*
Shaking his head, Harry said, "I see what I can do."
Then Harry turned and walked out of the Common Room. He went straight to McGonagall.
"Professor McGonagall," called Harry when he reached the Gryffindor head's office.
"Come in, Potter," shouted a voice. Harry pushed open the door and walked straight to McGonagall.
"Professor, I heard that the Slytherin got Mafloy to become their team captain. Is this new reliable?" asked Harry and knew that he had asked the wrong question.
"Are you doubting my source's reliability, eh Potter?" asked McGonagall with her nose flared open. Her lips thinned and her eyes reduced into slits.
"No!" added Harry in a haste as he back away cautiously. "I'm wondering if you can grant me permission for me to visit Gringotts to retrieve a thing or two."
McGonagall's answer was swift and sharp and even a bit harsh, "No, you may not, Potter. You have got out a bit too much. You are to go to your lesson, now!"
"Er...Professor today is Saturday. There is no lesson," said Harry but he beat a retreat when he saw what McGonagall's face looked like.
'Never mind, I will go anyway.'
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Harry stood outside the Leaky Cauldron. His hand rose and he pushed the door open. Just as it had when he first visited the Leaky Cauldron, the low buzzer of chattering stopped abruptly and in a second, Harry found himself starting to shake hands with everyone in Leaky Cauldron. Harry managed to throw off the crowd and fought his way into the Diagon Alley. He went directly to the Gringotts and showed his key to a free Goblin.
"Griphook!" called the goblin and the very same goblin which had lead him to his vault appeared one again. "Mr Potter wishes to get something from his Vault."
"Very well then, if you would follow me Mr Potter," said the Goblin.
'Do the goblins know that I'm the Lord of Light?'
*No, not yet. Being the only neutral group of creatures, Goblins do not interfere with the battle between the forces of Light and the forces of Darkness.*
'I see.'
The goblin had lead Harry to his Vault by the manic mining cart. Harry had no time to enjoy because he was thinking of what Merlin had said.
"Vault 435," declared the Griphook.
"Here's the key, Griphook," said Harry as he handed the small golden key to the goblin. Griphook took the key and unlocked the door. Harry walked directly to the back of his vault and whispered, "The Light is here."
A small hiss escaped from the vault and a small door opened. 'It kind of looks like the kind of safe that Muggles used,' thought Harry as he extended his hand to get a golden key that lay untouched. Harry extracted the key and walked out of the Vault. Griphook glared at Harry suspiciously but was broken when Harry hissed out, "The Lord comes to claim his things,"
Immediately, the eyes of the Griphook widen. The goblin dashed to the cart and was followed by Harry. The cart rocketed around the tracks. Just when Harry thought that he had gone round the London underground for the hundredth time, it stopped out side a small door. Trembling head to toe, Griphook walked out and said, "Here you are, Mr Potter. I will stay at the cart await for your return." And with that, the goblin scrambled back to the cart. Harry walked to it and inserted the key and turned...(A/N: Nice cliffy here, don't you think so?)
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Sunday morning...
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The morning sun rose slowly into the morning skies. Harry reluctantly woke up as the birds cheeped cheerfully outside his Dormitory.
'Sunday, what a day it had been,' groaned Harry mentally as he stirred sporadically. He changed and dressed before he walked down to visit the Hospital wing. It had been a quite a number of days when Harry had rescued Snape and his fiancée from the evil clutches of Lord Voldemort.
"That bastard!" growled Harry as he spread out his work on the table. "Tom Marvolo Riddle had been too quiet. I hadn't had as much as of a damn shit of dream from that Lord Of Darkness."
*Patience, patience.*
'What am I going to prepare for that god forsaken bastard is up to when I can see or dream about it?' roared Harry mentally.
Merlin's voice turned very stern.
*Now look, Harry. Anger isn't getting you anywhere. If you want that Dark Lord to go down, keep your anger in hand.*
'Anger? What anger?'
*Last warning, Potter.* growled Merlin. *Anger is a double edge weapon. It can spurt your speed, strength and senses to a new height in a battle. But let it rule your head, you will be toasted by your enemy.*
"Harry! Practice time!" shouted Fred at the top of the stairs.
Resigning himself to the fact that he will not be able to do his homework, he stood up and shouted, "Fred, I'm at the Common Room."
Bouncing down the stairs, Fred and George met Harry.
"Let me guess," said Harry when he saw the two bouncing Weasley. "Angelina Johnson is the new Gryffindor Quidditch team Captain and Alica Spinnet is the vice Captain."
The twins' jaw fell opened once again.
"How did you know?" sputtered the two together.
"Only those two girls can get you up so early without any complaint," grinned Harry widely as the twin squirmed uneasily. His grin got even wider as the Gryffindor chasers walked down from the stairs.
"Morning ladies," said Harry.
"Morning!" the girls replied. Clearly, only Katie Bell is the sleepy one. The team walked out of the Common Room and straight to the Quidditch pitch. Harry had once thought that there could not be any more Quidditch Captain who is crazier and more frantic then Oliver Wood. But apparently his conclusion is that Oliver is mad, Angelina Johnson was proven to be worst, a lot worst. There is only one sentence to describe about her.
She should be living at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries by now.
After launching into a haze of explanation of why they should win the Quidditch Cup this season which alone lasted about almost two hours which Harry and Katie Bell almost fell asleep, Angelina Johnson started to explain what tactics they are going to use against the Slytherin. Harry interrupted at once, "Angelina, we are supposed to choose a new keeper first, not all these tactical talks!"
At once Angelina, Alica, Fred and George glowered, together.
"We have slower brooms that those slimy Slytherin serpents!" hissed Fred.
"That means that the gifts that I had for all you which will be arriving this morning will be useless," stated Harry simply.
"What gifts?" asked the team, together.
"You have to wait until we go for breakfast," said Harry and sprinted off. The team scooter after Harry and dashed into the Great Hall. When they reached the Hall, Harry was looking at the ceiling. Soon the rest of the school came down for breakfast. Then the silence chatter of the Hall was broke by the screeching of hundred owls, which signified the arrival of mails. At once, every one caught sights of a group of twenty owls, which carried a large parcel. The owls deposit the parcel at Harry whom promptly banished it to his dormitory when another owl arrive and dropped a letter onto Harry's lap. Harry pick up the letter and handed it to Angelina. When she read the letter, she nearly fainted. When she recovered, she could only gape at Harry openly.
"How...how...did...you?"
George grabbed the letter away from Angelina's hand and read through it. Similarly stunned, George passed letter to the rest of the Gryffindor team. The contents of the letter had everyone in the Gryffindor house Quidditch team, stunned. The letter's content is as the following:
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Dear Mr Potter,
We had received your orders for fourteen internationally standard Firebolt. The parcel of which had been delivered to you this morning contains six Firebolt. We were unable to supply you with fourteen Firebolts at once. The rest of your order will be delivered to you tomorrow morning at the same time. We are very happy that we had reached an agreement on the cost of the Firebolt. We hope that you will continue to place your orders with the Quality Quidditch Supplies.
Thank you
Yours sincerely,
Mr Edward Jackson Sale Manager Quality Quidditch Supplies.
==========================================================
"Personally, keep it a secret. I want to see Mafloy's face as well as the Slytherin Quidditch team's face when the whole team comes out on Firebolts," whispered Harry before he stood up and casted the Sound- Magnifying charm.
"We are currently holding the Quidditch tryouts, we are looking for a complete group of 3 Chasers, 2 Beaters, Seeker and two Keepers. Those who are interested please report to the Angelina Johnson at Quidditch pitch after three in the afternoon today, Thank you," Harry said before he ended the enchantment. He finished his breakfast and went for his lesson, which was Defense Against the Dark Arts.
TBC...
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A note from you Author:
I know this chapter is bit too short but I hitted a writer's block at the last part. Any way, I know that I promised that I will be delivering a Quidditch match this chapter but ideas keep popping out along the chapter when I was typing. Many thanks to all my reviewers. They are:
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------
Princess Hermione: Thanks!
valeries26: Fudge will be in deep shit soon!
The Red Dragon Order: Many thanks!
Lily c.: Haha! You will understand this later as the story develop and don't worry. There will be a sequel. And no, after T. M. Riddle was restored to his body, the world will go into a time of Darkness, understand? The night will end at Harry's seventh year at June 6, 1996. is that correct? (From the Bible, It was stated that the devil is strongest at 666, right? Sorry, but I'm not Christian.)
Naia: Thanks! How will you develop Harry in The Dragonmaster as well as Harry Potter: The Ancestors' call?
Wquad: Thanks; I well certain keep this story going.
Ran: Thanks!
Angelis: Thanks! Essence of Power: Thank you for your review.
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That's all, folks
So long,
Yours truly,
BloodRedSword
