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"Enter!" came the booming voice of Dumbledore.
Harry entered the room and saw Dumbledore sitting at his desk, his hands clasped together and looking at the ceiling. The other person was Cornelius Fudge.
The Minster of Magic looked pale and white, his eyes was bloodshot. He clearly had been crying. Harry moved into the room and greeted Dumbledore.
"Albus, did you call for me?" asked Harry after he sat down at one of the chairs. Dumbledore nodded and smiled at his pupil.
"I'm afraid that I had," said Dumbledore gravely. "Cornelius here had come here with a problem that I believe that you might be able to solve."
"As Professor Dumbledore had said, my son had been missing for quite some time," said the Minster of Magic nervously as Harry stared at him. His emerald green eyes bored down the Minster of Magic, making him feel small. "I had information which stated that you had kidnapped him."
Harry cocked his eye and prompted Fudge, "Go on."
"I hereby beseech you to return him to me," cried the Minster of Magic, as he was unable to hold back his tears. Harry quickly checks the surrounding area for any eavesdropper, magical, muggle, spell, enchantment or Animagi. He found no magical trace of anyone or thing. Harry then dropped down on his knee and helped the Minster back on. It will be pretty embarrassing for anyone to find the Minster crying like a three year old. Any reporter who found out will be having a field day. Harry winced as he remembered Rita Skeeter and those miss leading information about him last year.
"Mr Fudge, I'm sorry," whispered Harry.
"WHAT!?" shouted the Minster. "You...you...killed...him!"
Harry remained silent as Fudge went screaming and shouting, and cursing Harry (A/N: Fudge is cursing Harry in the term of language, not spell or enchantment.) After a long time, when the Minster cooled down, Harry spoke, "Mr Fudge. I'm afraid that I didn't kill your son. Lord Voldemort..." Fudge flinched at the sound of this name. " Had found the pair of Double broadsword crafted personally by Salazar Slytherin himself. He used the sword to kill your son."
At this statement, Fudge bristled. "Now Harry Potter," said the Minster as he stood up menacingly, "He-Who-Must-No-Be-Named had not returned to power. You don't come give me this kind of crap about You-Know-Who's return. I could have you arrested for attempting to disrupt peace with rumors that aren't true..."
Harry drew out his wand and created a tea table, complete with milk, sugar, teacup as well as teapot. He started sipping his tea and passed another to Dumbledore. The Headmaster accepted the tea and started drinking it. "Harry," said Dumbledore as he passed Harry the teacup that he was holding. "More sugar and milk, please."
"Ok!" said Harry brightly as the Minster of Magic kept ranted on about his possible arrest. Harry filled Dumbledore's teacup and add more sugar and milk and passed it to his Headmaster. Harry and Dumbledore talked animatedly ignoring the words of Fudge.
"Harry, do you know that there is this word call 'Blame-storming'?"
Harry caught up the next instance, as he was the one who had told Dumbledore this word and its meaning. Harry had created this word to quote on the British Minster of Magic's incompetence and stupidity.
"Really?" asked Harry in a curious voice with his eyebrow raised.
"Yes. Blame-storming," said Dumbledore loud enough for the Minster of Magic to catch this word. The Minster of Magic stopped talking the next instance and listen with rapt attention.
"What do it means, Albus?"
"This word means that a group of people who gathers during a meeting just to think out excuses for lateness in handing work, unable to reach deadline, and how to push this blame to any other people or department," explained the Headmaster calmly. However, his eyes and lip had betrayed him. The twinkle in his eye showed amusement while his lips was resisting the urge to laugh. Harry also displayed the similar expression on his face. "Instead of finding the root of the problem, they meet purely for the sole purpose to create ideas to put the blame on others."
Harry pretended to be shocked by the Headmaster's words, "Really?"
"Why, Harry, yes!"
"Oh, really? Then do we have such a person here, in Hogwarts?" sneered Fudge. Harry and Dumbledore didn't even look offended. On contrary, the two broke into huge grins, which was identical.
"Why yes! That is such a person in Hogwarts now. Why, he is even in this room," stated Harry before he bowled with laughter. Dumbledore just smiled at the puzzled look on Fudge's face. Fudge looked around and said harshly, "Harry Potter, I hereby give you this ultimatum, return my son or expect yourself along with all the staff of Hogwarts to be arrested and thrown into Azkaban."
Harry stopped laughing and replied flatly, "Mr Fudge, if you had me and the staff of Hogwarts arrested, you might as well quit your job and commit suicide."
"Is that a threat, Potter?" growled Fudge.
"No. But just think what will happen if you had me arrested?" asked Harry. "The whole magical community along with other Ministries of Magic of other country will rebel against you. Not to mention all other magical organization. Then I find it hard that you will keep your present position as the Britain Minster of Magic."
Fudge's face became pale with fear and soon overcame with rage. He turned and walked away not before he said, "Harry Potter, remember I will be back for your blood for what you did to my only son if that was the last thing I do!"
'A mule is a mule indeed. He will never change,' thought Harry as he watched Fudge walked out of Dumbledore's office. Harry turned and saw Dumbledore's worried look.
"What's the matter, Albus?"
"He's indeed a mule. The most close off mind that I had ever seen in my life," muttered Dumbledore. "I still can't believe that he refused that Tom Riddle had returned."
"Personally, I don't think that that is a problem," said Harry as he resume d pacing along the office. Fawkes looked at Harry with its benign eyes and he thrilled a bit which caught Harry's attention. Harry walked over and patted the phoenix lightly on its head. "The wizarding world must be convinced about the Dark Lord's return..."
"Harry, I believe that at least half the wizarding world was convinced of the Lord of Darkness's return. Owls had flooded me almost every day after the Daily Prophet's new about the Dark Lord's return was released. I had to transfer some of the letter into my drawer. It is almost over full with letters," sighed Dumbledore as he pulled out the drawer. "I had them inform of the Dark Lord had truly risen the ashes of Death."
"I better be off, I heard that Miss Heycroft had yet to recover from her injuries" said Harry. "I believe that I can heal her but it may take some time. Can I have the Hospital Wing sealed off?"
"Yes, you have my permission," said Dumbledore.
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Harry reached the Hospital Wing and entered it. There, he saw Madam Promfey attending to Florence.
'For once, I came to the Hospital Wing to heal someone, not to be healed,' smiled Harry mentally. "Madam Promfey?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"I'm here to heal Miss Heycroft, I need you to leave this room and seal it up to prevent unwanted interruption. Is that possible?" asked Harry politely?
"Why should I comply?" questioned Madam Promfey, eyeing the sixteen-year- old wizard with slight suspicion.
"I have Professor Dumbledore's permission. Here is his note of approval," Harry said as he pulled out the piece of parchment. Madam Promfey examined the parchment closely, determined to detect flaw to prove Dumbledore did not write it and it is a forgery. But she failed.
"All right!" grumbled the matron as she hand the memo back to Harry before she moved out of the room. Harry whispered, "Ad me, baculum!"
His staff appeared in a second and Harry locked the door with ancient magic to prevent any one force it open except Dumbledore. He then started chanting.
"By the Power of the Light! I command you! Air!" An orb of the Air element appeared on North side of the room. "Water! Fire! And Earth!" An orb of each element appeared respectively on the East, West and South.
"Powers of the Trinity, Powers of the Element and Powers of the Light. Fuse as one!"
The ceiling suddenly opened up and sunlight flooded the room while the elemental orbs merge and fuse together as one and turned yellow. Then with a loud explosion, an orb of golden light and an orb of w Holy energy appeared. The three orbs then spun. Gradually increasing their velocity until the three orb spun so fast that it formed a circle of white light around Harry and Florence. Then the three orbs stopped and moved, merging together as one. Harry then pulled out a small knife and cut his finger. A drop of blood fell and just before it hit the floor, suspended in the middle of the air. More blood fell and soon formed a blood orb which hung in front of Harry.
"Blood of the healer, powers of infinity, help heal this lady, injured by the forces of Darkness!"
His blood trembled a bit and then moved with the orb of white light towards the limp form of Florence. Then the two merged together with Florence. A scream emerged from the lips of Florence, which echoed throughout the Hospital Wing. Harry ignored the screams, for any disturbance from any on the caster will result on a quick Death, and continued chanting, "May the powers of Trinity and the powers of Light remove all traces of Darkness, may the powers of Element and the blood of healer remove the wounds of the injured one."
More scream erupted from the lips of Florence before she went silence. Harry managed to create a note with all the potions needed to help Florence recover before he fainted and sprawl onto the ground while Florence floated above her bed. Then slowly, she was lowered onto the bed, totally devoid of any injuries.
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"Dumbledore!" cried Madam Promfey the moment she reached the Headmaster's room. Dumbledore was reading a few of his letter from the public when the matron burst into the room. Dumbledore stood up and walked to the matron.
"What's the problem, Poppy?" enquired Dumbledore after the Hogwarts matron recovered her breath.
"Harry locked the door to the Hospital Wing! I'm unable to unlock it, neither Flitwick, McGonagall, Snape, Figg, Sprout together can unlock the door," gasped the matron.
"Harry had used ancient magic to lock the door," said Dumbledore and he sprinted towards the Hospital Wing. "Ad me, baculum." A staff appeared at the hands of Dumbledore and he declared, "Incantatium Endius!"
The door creaked open and Dumbledore strolled in and was followed by the anxious matron. There they saw Harry sprawled on the floor in awkward manner. Dumbledore moved forward and picked up Harry and set him onto one of the bed. Madam Promfey came running in and rushed to check on Florence. Dumbledore then heard her gasp. He moved toward the matron and asked, "What's the matter, Poppy?"
"Florence is complete cured!"
"I had expected that," stated Dumbledore lightly. He looked towards the bed that Harry was sleeping and thought, 'It seems that I'm going to have a really good talk with Harry.'
Dumbledore walked out of the Hospital Wing stopping only when he saw the piece of parchment on the floor. He bend down and picked up the note and stuff it into his robe.
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The exchange students all went into a high level of panic when they discovered that Harry was in the Hospital Wing the next day after Dumbledore announced to the school. Janet was taking the blow especially hard. Ron and Hermione later found out that a number of female transfers had fallen for the Boy-Who-Lived. The group of transfer decided to visit Harry at the Hospital Wing later.
"Calm down Janet," said Ron as he watch the American girl pace up and down in the Common Room. "I'm getting dizzy."
"So am I," declared Hermione. She stood up and pulled the panicky girl to a seat.
"Now, look Janet. Harry had never missed his appointment with the Hospital Wing every year. It is natural that he will be staying there for some time," said Hermione.
"Hermione!" shrieked Janet as she stared at Hermione. "How can you said such a thing to your friend? Harry is your best friend!"
"Calm down Janet Heselwood," order Andrew Rapper harshly, another Transfer from Salem. "We had agree that we will be going to visit him later, so don't be such a worrywart!"
"I just can't stand this tension, I'm going alone," stated Janet flatly and she walked towards the door. A voice called out to her. It was Hermione.
"Here, take this," shouted Hermione as she threw a silvery cloak to Janet. In a dexterous move, she caught the Cloak.
"What's this?" she asked
"Harry's Invisibility Cloak," interrupted Ron and he also Banished a piece of parchment to her.
"And this?"
"Map of Hogwarts. Look out for the names on it," said Ron easily as he settled himself on the sofa.
"Thanks!"
"Don't thank me. Thank Harry, these are his," stated Hermione. Janet gave the pair a grateful look before she started climbing out of the portrait hole.
"And Janet."
"Yes?"
"We didn't loan you any of those things. Harry will be after our blood."
Janet grinned and climbed out nimbly.
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Janet followed the map and found with a great shock that just outside the Hospital Wing was overcrowded with many females from Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor and some of her schoolmates. She moved swiftly to the Hospital Wing.
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Dumbledore was trying to stop the large number of female from entering the Hospital Wing.
"Silence!" roared the Headmaster after he was pushed beyond his patience. "I know that you all are worried about Harry. I assure you that Mr Potter is still very well although the fact that he is unconscious for the moment. Not one is to enter this ward or I shall personally ensure that the offending person had three hundred points deducted from their respective house."
This statement had the effect that Dumbledore had expected. The mass group disappeared the next instance. Dumbledore sighed and move into the room not before he closed the door. He saw at once that Florence was up. Dumbledore smiled and moved forward.
"Good day, Florence," said Dumbledore brightly.
"Professor Dumbledore?" asked Florence as she saw the Headmaster of Hogwarts looking down at her. Dumbledore was beaming with pride. "Where am I?"
"Hospital Wing of Hogwarts," said Dumbledore cheerfully.
"How did I get here?"
Dumbledore's face turns solemn.
"Some one rescued you from the clutches of the Dark Lord and brought you here," said Dumbledore gravely.
"Who?"
"Harry Potter."
TBC...
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Finished another chapter! I will go nuts at this rate of facing my comp. Anyway, I extend my thanks to my following reviewers. They are:
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Mistri: Thanks!
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"Enter!" came the booming voice of Dumbledore.
Harry entered the room and saw Dumbledore sitting at his desk, his hands clasped together and looking at the ceiling. The other person was Cornelius Fudge.
The Minster of Magic looked pale and white, his eyes was bloodshot. He clearly had been crying. Harry moved into the room and greeted Dumbledore.
"Albus, did you call for me?" asked Harry after he sat down at one of the chairs. Dumbledore nodded and smiled at his pupil.
"I'm afraid that I had," said Dumbledore gravely. "Cornelius here had come here with a problem that I believe that you might be able to solve."
"As Professor Dumbledore had said, my son had been missing for quite some time," said the Minster of Magic nervously as Harry stared at him. His emerald green eyes bored down the Minster of Magic, making him feel small. "I had information which stated that you had kidnapped him."
Harry cocked his eye and prompted Fudge, "Go on."
"I hereby beseech you to return him to me," cried the Minster of Magic, as he was unable to hold back his tears. Harry quickly checks the surrounding area for any eavesdropper, magical, muggle, spell, enchantment or Animagi. He found no magical trace of anyone or thing. Harry then dropped down on his knee and helped the Minster back on. It will be pretty embarrassing for anyone to find the Minster crying like a three year old. Any reporter who found out will be having a field day. Harry winced as he remembered Rita Skeeter and those miss leading information about him last year.
"Mr Fudge, I'm sorry," whispered Harry.
"WHAT!?" shouted the Minster. "You...you...killed...him!"
Harry remained silent as Fudge went screaming and shouting, and cursing Harry (A/N: Fudge is cursing Harry in the term of language, not spell or enchantment.) After a long time, when the Minster cooled down, Harry spoke, "Mr Fudge. I'm afraid that I didn't kill your son. Lord Voldemort..." Fudge flinched at the sound of this name. " Had found the pair of Double broadsword crafted personally by Salazar Slytherin himself. He used the sword to kill your son."
At this statement, Fudge bristled. "Now Harry Potter," said the Minster as he stood up menacingly, "He-Who-Must-No-Be-Named had not returned to power. You don't come give me this kind of crap about You-Know-Who's return. I could have you arrested for attempting to disrupt peace with rumors that aren't true..."
Harry drew out his wand and created a tea table, complete with milk, sugar, teacup as well as teapot. He started sipping his tea and passed another to Dumbledore. The Headmaster accepted the tea and started drinking it. "Harry," said Dumbledore as he passed Harry the teacup that he was holding. "More sugar and milk, please."
"Ok!" said Harry brightly as the Minster of Magic kept ranted on about his possible arrest. Harry filled Dumbledore's teacup and add more sugar and milk and passed it to his Headmaster. Harry and Dumbledore talked animatedly ignoring the words of Fudge.
"Harry, do you know that there is this word call 'Blame-storming'?"
Harry caught up the next instance, as he was the one who had told Dumbledore this word and its meaning. Harry had created this word to quote on the British Minster of Magic's incompetence and stupidity.
"Really?" asked Harry in a curious voice with his eyebrow raised.
"Yes. Blame-storming," said Dumbledore loud enough for the Minster of Magic to catch this word. The Minster of Magic stopped talking the next instance and listen with rapt attention.
"What do it means, Albus?"
"This word means that a group of people who gathers during a meeting just to think out excuses for lateness in handing work, unable to reach deadline, and how to push this blame to any other people or department," explained the Headmaster calmly. However, his eyes and lip had betrayed him. The twinkle in his eye showed amusement while his lips was resisting the urge to laugh. Harry also displayed the similar expression on his face. "Instead of finding the root of the problem, they meet purely for the sole purpose to create ideas to put the blame on others."
Harry pretended to be shocked by the Headmaster's words, "Really?"
"Why, Harry, yes!"
"Oh, really? Then do we have such a person here, in Hogwarts?" sneered Fudge. Harry and Dumbledore didn't even look offended. On contrary, the two broke into huge grins, which was identical.
"Why yes! That is such a person in Hogwarts now. Why, he is even in this room," stated Harry before he bowled with laughter. Dumbledore just smiled at the puzzled look on Fudge's face. Fudge looked around and said harshly, "Harry Potter, I hereby give you this ultimatum, return my son or expect yourself along with all the staff of Hogwarts to be arrested and thrown into Azkaban."
Harry stopped laughing and replied flatly, "Mr Fudge, if you had me and the staff of Hogwarts arrested, you might as well quit your job and commit suicide."
"Is that a threat, Potter?" growled Fudge.
"No. But just think what will happen if you had me arrested?" asked Harry. "The whole magical community along with other Ministries of Magic of other country will rebel against you. Not to mention all other magical organization. Then I find it hard that you will keep your present position as the Britain Minster of Magic."
Fudge's face became pale with fear and soon overcame with rage. He turned and walked away not before he said, "Harry Potter, remember I will be back for your blood for what you did to my only son if that was the last thing I do!"
'A mule is a mule indeed. He will never change,' thought Harry as he watched Fudge walked out of Dumbledore's office. Harry turned and saw Dumbledore's worried look.
"What's the matter, Albus?"
"He's indeed a mule. The most close off mind that I had ever seen in my life," muttered Dumbledore. "I still can't believe that he refused that Tom Riddle had returned."
"Personally, I don't think that that is a problem," said Harry as he resume d pacing along the office. Fawkes looked at Harry with its benign eyes and he thrilled a bit which caught Harry's attention. Harry walked over and patted the phoenix lightly on its head. "The wizarding world must be convinced about the Dark Lord's return..."
"Harry, I believe that at least half the wizarding world was convinced of the Lord of Darkness's return. Owls had flooded me almost every day after the Daily Prophet's new about the Dark Lord's return was released. I had to transfer some of the letter into my drawer. It is almost over full with letters," sighed Dumbledore as he pulled out the drawer. "I had them inform of the Dark Lord had truly risen the ashes of Death."
"I better be off, I heard that Miss Heycroft had yet to recover from her injuries" said Harry. "I believe that I can heal her but it may take some time. Can I have the Hospital Wing sealed off?"
"Yes, you have my permission," said Dumbledore.
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Harry reached the Hospital Wing and entered it. There, he saw Madam Promfey attending to Florence.
'For once, I came to the Hospital Wing to heal someone, not to be healed,' smiled Harry mentally. "Madam Promfey?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"I'm here to heal Miss Heycroft, I need you to leave this room and seal it up to prevent unwanted interruption. Is that possible?" asked Harry politely?
"Why should I comply?" questioned Madam Promfey, eyeing the sixteen-year- old wizard with slight suspicion.
"I have Professor Dumbledore's permission. Here is his note of approval," Harry said as he pulled out the piece of parchment. Madam Promfey examined the parchment closely, determined to detect flaw to prove Dumbledore did not write it and it is a forgery. But she failed.
"All right!" grumbled the matron as she hand the memo back to Harry before she moved out of the room. Harry whispered, "Ad me, baculum!"
His staff appeared in a second and Harry locked the door with ancient magic to prevent any one force it open except Dumbledore. He then started chanting.
"By the Power of the Light! I command you! Air!" An orb of the Air element appeared on North side of the room. "Water! Fire! And Earth!" An orb of each element appeared respectively on the East, West and South.
"Powers of the Trinity, Powers of the Element and Powers of the Light. Fuse as one!"
The ceiling suddenly opened up and sunlight flooded the room while the elemental orbs merge and fuse together as one and turned yellow. Then with a loud explosion, an orb of golden light and an orb of w Holy energy appeared. The three orbs then spun. Gradually increasing their velocity until the three orb spun so fast that it formed a circle of white light around Harry and Florence. Then the three orbs stopped and moved, merging together as one. Harry then pulled out a small knife and cut his finger. A drop of blood fell and just before it hit the floor, suspended in the middle of the air. More blood fell and soon formed a blood orb which hung in front of Harry.
"Blood of the healer, powers of infinity, help heal this lady, injured by the forces of Darkness!"
His blood trembled a bit and then moved with the orb of white light towards the limp form of Florence. Then the two merged together with Florence. A scream emerged from the lips of Florence, which echoed throughout the Hospital Wing. Harry ignored the screams, for any disturbance from any on the caster will result on a quick Death, and continued chanting, "May the powers of Trinity and the powers of Light remove all traces of Darkness, may the powers of Element and the blood of healer remove the wounds of the injured one."
More scream erupted from the lips of Florence before she went silence. Harry managed to create a note with all the potions needed to help Florence recover before he fainted and sprawl onto the ground while Florence floated above her bed. Then slowly, she was lowered onto the bed, totally devoid of any injuries.
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"Dumbledore!" cried Madam Promfey the moment she reached the Headmaster's room. Dumbledore was reading a few of his letter from the public when the matron burst into the room. Dumbledore stood up and walked to the matron.
"What's the problem, Poppy?" enquired Dumbledore after the Hogwarts matron recovered her breath.
"Harry locked the door to the Hospital Wing! I'm unable to unlock it, neither Flitwick, McGonagall, Snape, Figg, Sprout together can unlock the door," gasped the matron.
"Harry had used ancient magic to lock the door," said Dumbledore and he sprinted towards the Hospital Wing. "Ad me, baculum." A staff appeared at the hands of Dumbledore and he declared, "Incantatium Endius!"
The door creaked open and Dumbledore strolled in and was followed by the anxious matron. There they saw Harry sprawled on the floor in awkward manner. Dumbledore moved forward and picked up Harry and set him onto one of the bed. Madam Promfey came running in and rushed to check on Florence. Dumbledore then heard her gasp. He moved toward the matron and asked, "What's the matter, Poppy?"
"Florence is complete cured!"
"I had expected that," stated Dumbledore lightly. He looked towards the bed that Harry was sleeping and thought, 'It seems that I'm going to have a really good talk with Harry.'
Dumbledore walked out of the Hospital Wing stopping only when he saw the piece of parchment on the floor. He bend down and picked up the note and stuff it into his robe.
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The exchange students all went into a high level of panic when they discovered that Harry was in the Hospital Wing the next day after Dumbledore announced to the school. Janet was taking the blow especially hard. Ron and Hermione later found out that a number of female transfers had fallen for the Boy-Who-Lived. The group of transfer decided to visit Harry at the Hospital Wing later.
"Calm down Janet," said Ron as he watch the American girl pace up and down in the Common Room. "I'm getting dizzy."
"So am I," declared Hermione. She stood up and pulled the panicky girl to a seat.
"Now, look Janet. Harry had never missed his appointment with the Hospital Wing every year. It is natural that he will be staying there for some time," said Hermione.
"Hermione!" shrieked Janet as she stared at Hermione. "How can you said such a thing to your friend? Harry is your best friend!"
"Calm down Janet Heselwood," order Andrew Rapper harshly, another Transfer from Salem. "We had agree that we will be going to visit him later, so don't be such a worrywart!"
"I just can't stand this tension, I'm going alone," stated Janet flatly and she walked towards the door. A voice called out to her. It was Hermione.
"Here, take this," shouted Hermione as she threw a silvery cloak to Janet. In a dexterous move, she caught the Cloak.
"What's this?" she asked
"Harry's Invisibility Cloak," interrupted Ron and he also Banished a piece of parchment to her.
"And this?"
"Map of Hogwarts. Look out for the names on it," said Ron easily as he settled himself on the sofa.
"Thanks!"
"Don't thank me. Thank Harry, these are his," stated Hermione. Janet gave the pair a grateful look before she started climbing out of the portrait hole.
"And Janet."
"Yes?"
"We didn't loan you any of those things. Harry will be after our blood."
Janet grinned and climbed out nimbly.
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Janet followed the map and found with a great shock that just outside the Hospital Wing was overcrowded with many females from Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor and some of her schoolmates. She moved swiftly to the Hospital Wing.
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Dumbledore was trying to stop the large number of female from entering the Hospital Wing.
"Silence!" roared the Headmaster after he was pushed beyond his patience. "I know that you all are worried about Harry. I assure you that Mr Potter is still very well although the fact that he is unconscious for the moment. Not one is to enter this ward or I shall personally ensure that the offending person had three hundred points deducted from their respective house."
This statement had the effect that Dumbledore had expected. The mass group disappeared the next instance. Dumbledore sighed and move into the room not before he closed the door. He saw at once that Florence was up. Dumbledore smiled and moved forward.
"Good day, Florence," said Dumbledore brightly.
"Professor Dumbledore?" asked Florence as she saw the Headmaster of Hogwarts looking down at her. Dumbledore was beaming with pride. "Where am I?"
"Hospital Wing of Hogwarts," said Dumbledore cheerfully.
"How did I get here?"
Dumbledore's face turns solemn.
"Some one rescued you from the clutches of the Dark Lord and brought you here," said Dumbledore gravely.
"Who?"
"Harry Potter."
TBC...
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A note from your author:
Finished another chapter! I will go nuts at this rate of facing my comp. Anyway, I extend my thanks to my following reviewers. They are:
-------------------------------------------
The Red Dragon Order: Thanks! E-mail me when your Green Flame new chapter is up! My Email is bloodredsword@hotmail.com.
JUDGEMENT: That's not a problem! I hope that you keep up your story! Beside you expected Fudge to listen? Very hard.
Naia: Haha! Wait and read to find out!
Marba50: Actually, because Malfoys are servants...slaves of the Dark Lord. So that's why Harry had hammered Malfoy. As for swearing, I must admit that my vocab of these words isn't very good.
special: Glad to learn that you like it! leave your Email! I will mail you if this chapter is up.
Angelis: The ultimate weapon- the Chaos Breaker... you have to wait for the squeal. Harry Potter & the Quest.
neegle: Glad to learn that you like it! leave your Email! I will mail you if this chapter is up.
Ides of March: Oh! It was you who recommended me my Beta! Allow me to thank you!
Mistri: Thanks!
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That's all folks!
See yah!
Yours truly,
BloodRedSword
