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Harry woke up to bright sunshine. It was 7 in the morning. As he was already awake, he saw no sense in going back to sleep and so he decided to get dressed. After spending a few minutes fumbling around looking for his robes, he got dressed and proceeded to the Great Hall for breakfast.
There were a few early risers having their breakfast and Harry joined them. He pulled a plate of toast towards him and began to eat. A while later, the majority of the school joined him for breakfast and soon the Great Hall was alive with chatter. Ron and Hermione sat on opposite sides of Harry and helped themselves to some porridge.
Harry decided that this was as good a time to tell them about the things that happened the night before, including his scar hurting. After he finished explaining, he was amused by their rather comical reactions. Hermione had covered her mouth in shock and Ron was looking at him in a thunderstruck sort of way. Harry simply smiled at them.
When they finally regained their ability to speak, they asked him how he felt. He said that he was rather surprised at first but had gotten used to it. This was only half true as he was still reeling from the sheer impact of the news. He was also wondering who his uncle in Bulgaria was and how come he had not heard from him before.
And then it hit him.
He quickly excused himself before heading back to Gryffindor Tower. He was looking for someone and finally spotted him coming down the stairs.
'Erik, you're from Bulgaria, right?' he asked breathlessly.
'Yes, why do you ask?' Erik replied.
'Was your father an Auror with the Ministry of Magic? And was his name Adam?'
Harry was met with silence. Then Erik spoke.
'Can we talk somewhere else, I don't feel safe here. The walls have ears.'
Harry nodded in agreement and they looked for an empty classroom so as to talk. They then chose the room where the Mirror of Erised was held during Harry's first year in Hogwarts.
'Ok, what do you want to tell me?'
'Yes, my father's name is Adam and he was and still is an Auror. He worked with the Ministry of Magic during the height of Voldemort's powers. However, he was betrayed by a fellow agent and had to go into hiding. So he escaped to Bulgaria where he met my mother. They fell in love and got married. I came a year later. We were very happy in Bulgaria. My parents told me that they worked in Gringotts. However, that was a lie. They were actually spies for Dumbledore who had escaped from Voldemort and been placed under the Fidelius Charm. We lived in peace until last year, when he returned.' Erik said.
'What happened then?' Harry asked.
Erik took a deep breath before continuing. 'When we received word that he had returned, we immediately knew that we were no longer safe as he had spies everywhere. So my parents contacted Dumbledore who arranged for us to come back here. We were given new identities and once again placed under the Fidelius Charm.'
'Where are your parents now?'
'They're living in Devon for the time being until the Ministry can transport us to a safer location.'
Harry simply nodded and they left the room in silence. As they approached the Great Hall, Erik told him not to tell anyone about what they spoke about for fear of his n his parent's lives. He agreed.
Harry and the rest then headed for Transfiguration where they started transfiguring flying squirrels into cushions. After two hours of hard work, they then headed for Care of Magical Creatures where Hagrid showed them Manticores. Harry and the others were not really keen on getting near the Manticores as they had really sharp talons and had smoke curling out from their nostrils like dragons.
After that, they headed back to the castle for lunch and then to Divination, where they were exploring Tarot cards in depth. Unlike Professor Trelawney, who always made it a point to talk about Harry's impending death, Firenze didn't bother about such 'trivial matters'. All he wanted was for his students to know about the inner workings of the Universe.
After yet another enjoyable class with Firenze, they headed for dinner before going back to Gryffindor Tower to do their homework. It was after midnight after they had finished but they were satisfied. At least they didn't need to worry too much about homework piling up. After years of studying and doing homework with Hermione, they had finally picked up the habit of finishing assignments punctually. Although Ron had his protests, they usually fell on deaf ears.
Both Harry and Ron dragged themselves up to their dormitory where they sleepily changed into their pyjamas and got into bed. Harry fell asleep immediately. He was so exhausted that he didn't dream about anything throughout the night.
The next day during breakfast, Lupin pulled Harry aside so as to talk to him. He had an apprehensive look on his face and he constantly looked over his shoulder for any eavesdroppers. Finding none, he led Harry to his office where he motioned him to sit down. Harry did so and waited for Lupin to speak.
Lupin cleared his throat and began. 'Harry, I'm sure by now that you would know that you have an uncle who's hiding in Bulgaria.' Harry nodded. 'The reason why I wanted to talk to you was because of the recent events that have taken place. You uncle and his family have been brought back to England and live in...'
'Devon' Harry finished.
Lupin looked at him with utmost surprise. 'How do you know this?'
'Erik told me' Harry replied rather hesitantly.
'Then you would also know that he is your cousin.'
Harry nodded.
'Well then, that's good news. Now Harry, I want you to take care of him. Be more than a cousin to him. Be more of a brother. His family is being targeted by the Dark Lord and so we needed to put them under the Fidelius Charm. By divulging the secret to you, you are now the Secret-Keeper.'
Harry was stunned.
'I'm sure you know what that would mean and what you have to do.'
He nodded.
'Good. Keep this news secret. Do not even tell Ron or Hermione as in the case they are captured and tortured by the Dark Lord for information, they would surely reveal it.' Harry said nothing but nodded his approval once again.
'Now, I've also recognized the vulnerability of the situation should you be captured instead and tortured. And so I've asked the Headmaster for permission to train you in handling the Unforgivable Curses. Although they are illegal and effective, they still can be combated by spells. These spells are rather complex, Harry, and I should warn you that they are not easy to learn and it could take you a very long time. This is one of the main reasons why Aurors don't want to attempt these spells. Now, are you willing?'
Harry muttered his approval.
Lupin rummaged through his briefcase for a few moments before he looked up at Harry again. 'Is Thursday evening alright with you? 'Yes' said Harry. 'Great, we'll meet at seven o'clock at the Defence Against The Dark Arts classroom. See you later, Harry.'
Harry waved goodbye before he headed off for his lessons. Another grueling day passed by as he got back to the Common room. They had a rather disastrous Charms lesson where they were practicing different hexes such as Jelly Legs and Impedimenta. It was entertaining at first until people started colliding into each other and tripping on books and other objects that had been knocked to the floor while they tried to move around. Harry knocked his shin against the cupboard door and Ron walked straight into a low hanging light, causing his nose to bleed slightly. After and hour of wobbling around the room, they finally were able to throw off the hex.
'That was a fun lesson, don't you think?' Ron said brightly, although his nose was still rather sore and red.
'Yeah, wish we had more stability though.' Harry replied with a smirk on his face. Ron snorted.
They sat down and did their homework while they discussed Quidditch fouls when Hermione burst in looking rather pale.
'What's wrong, Hermione?' asked Harry.
She didn't say anything but just handed him and article with trembling hands. It was from the evening edition of the Daily Prophet.
"Minister For Magic Kidnapped!" Earlier today, Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge (Order of Merlin, First Class), was kidnapped while on his way to work. His limousine was hijacked
by a pair of mysterious looking figures as he turned a corner. A
widespread search has been launched to search for the Minister, who is
presumed alive. For the time being, Albus Dumbledore will take over as acting Minister until Mr. Fudge is found. The kidnap is thought to be the work of Lord Voldemort, who has returned to power but has been quiet since
the attack on the Ministry of Magic earlier this year.
Harry finished reading the article and looked up at the others. He now knew why his scar hurt two days before.
'What do we do?' Hermione asked.
'Nothing, we can't do anything at all. We just have to wait and see.' Harry replied.
Hermione was helpless and as there was nothing else to do, she sank into a chair beside them and went quiet.
'I hope that they find him...alive' she finally said. Harry put a hand on her a shoulder and smiled. 'Don't worry, they'll find him alive. I'm sure of it.'
But Harry was not sure at all. He just hoped that everything would be alright. The enemy had made its move. Now it was their turn...
Author's Note: Well? How was that? I know it was rather boring but I'm running out of ideas here! Help me please! Do give me suggestions on what you would like to see. Thanks. Equinox-15.
Harry woke up to bright sunshine. It was 7 in the morning. As he was already awake, he saw no sense in going back to sleep and so he decided to get dressed. After spending a few minutes fumbling around looking for his robes, he got dressed and proceeded to the Great Hall for breakfast.
There were a few early risers having their breakfast and Harry joined them. He pulled a plate of toast towards him and began to eat. A while later, the majority of the school joined him for breakfast and soon the Great Hall was alive with chatter. Ron and Hermione sat on opposite sides of Harry and helped themselves to some porridge.
Harry decided that this was as good a time to tell them about the things that happened the night before, including his scar hurting. After he finished explaining, he was amused by their rather comical reactions. Hermione had covered her mouth in shock and Ron was looking at him in a thunderstruck sort of way. Harry simply smiled at them.
When they finally regained their ability to speak, they asked him how he felt. He said that he was rather surprised at first but had gotten used to it. This was only half true as he was still reeling from the sheer impact of the news. He was also wondering who his uncle in Bulgaria was and how come he had not heard from him before.
And then it hit him.
He quickly excused himself before heading back to Gryffindor Tower. He was looking for someone and finally spotted him coming down the stairs.
'Erik, you're from Bulgaria, right?' he asked breathlessly.
'Yes, why do you ask?' Erik replied.
'Was your father an Auror with the Ministry of Magic? And was his name Adam?'
Harry was met with silence. Then Erik spoke.
'Can we talk somewhere else, I don't feel safe here. The walls have ears.'
Harry nodded in agreement and they looked for an empty classroom so as to talk. They then chose the room where the Mirror of Erised was held during Harry's first year in Hogwarts.
'Ok, what do you want to tell me?'
'Yes, my father's name is Adam and he was and still is an Auror. He worked with the Ministry of Magic during the height of Voldemort's powers. However, he was betrayed by a fellow agent and had to go into hiding. So he escaped to Bulgaria where he met my mother. They fell in love and got married. I came a year later. We were very happy in Bulgaria. My parents told me that they worked in Gringotts. However, that was a lie. They were actually spies for Dumbledore who had escaped from Voldemort and been placed under the Fidelius Charm. We lived in peace until last year, when he returned.' Erik said.
'What happened then?' Harry asked.
Erik took a deep breath before continuing. 'When we received word that he had returned, we immediately knew that we were no longer safe as he had spies everywhere. So my parents contacted Dumbledore who arranged for us to come back here. We were given new identities and once again placed under the Fidelius Charm.'
'Where are your parents now?'
'They're living in Devon for the time being until the Ministry can transport us to a safer location.'
Harry simply nodded and they left the room in silence. As they approached the Great Hall, Erik told him not to tell anyone about what they spoke about for fear of his n his parent's lives. He agreed.
Harry and the rest then headed for Transfiguration where they started transfiguring flying squirrels into cushions. After two hours of hard work, they then headed for Care of Magical Creatures where Hagrid showed them Manticores. Harry and the others were not really keen on getting near the Manticores as they had really sharp talons and had smoke curling out from their nostrils like dragons.
After that, they headed back to the castle for lunch and then to Divination, where they were exploring Tarot cards in depth. Unlike Professor Trelawney, who always made it a point to talk about Harry's impending death, Firenze didn't bother about such 'trivial matters'. All he wanted was for his students to know about the inner workings of the Universe.
After yet another enjoyable class with Firenze, they headed for dinner before going back to Gryffindor Tower to do their homework. It was after midnight after they had finished but they were satisfied. At least they didn't need to worry too much about homework piling up. After years of studying and doing homework with Hermione, they had finally picked up the habit of finishing assignments punctually. Although Ron had his protests, they usually fell on deaf ears.
Both Harry and Ron dragged themselves up to their dormitory where they sleepily changed into their pyjamas and got into bed. Harry fell asleep immediately. He was so exhausted that he didn't dream about anything throughout the night.
The next day during breakfast, Lupin pulled Harry aside so as to talk to him. He had an apprehensive look on his face and he constantly looked over his shoulder for any eavesdroppers. Finding none, he led Harry to his office where he motioned him to sit down. Harry did so and waited for Lupin to speak.
Lupin cleared his throat and began. 'Harry, I'm sure by now that you would know that you have an uncle who's hiding in Bulgaria.' Harry nodded. 'The reason why I wanted to talk to you was because of the recent events that have taken place. You uncle and his family have been brought back to England and live in...'
'Devon' Harry finished.
Lupin looked at him with utmost surprise. 'How do you know this?'
'Erik told me' Harry replied rather hesitantly.
'Then you would also know that he is your cousin.'
Harry nodded.
'Well then, that's good news. Now Harry, I want you to take care of him. Be more than a cousin to him. Be more of a brother. His family is being targeted by the Dark Lord and so we needed to put them under the Fidelius Charm. By divulging the secret to you, you are now the Secret-Keeper.'
Harry was stunned.
'I'm sure you know what that would mean and what you have to do.'
He nodded.
'Good. Keep this news secret. Do not even tell Ron or Hermione as in the case they are captured and tortured by the Dark Lord for information, they would surely reveal it.' Harry said nothing but nodded his approval once again.
'Now, I've also recognized the vulnerability of the situation should you be captured instead and tortured. And so I've asked the Headmaster for permission to train you in handling the Unforgivable Curses. Although they are illegal and effective, they still can be combated by spells. These spells are rather complex, Harry, and I should warn you that they are not easy to learn and it could take you a very long time. This is one of the main reasons why Aurors don't want to attempt these spells. Now, are you willing?'
Harry muttered his approval.
Lupin rummaged through his briefcase for a few moments before he looked up at Harry again. 'Is Thursday evening alright with you? 'Yes' said Harry. 'Great, we'll meet at seven o'clock at the Defence Against The Dark Arts classroom. See you later, Harry.'
Harry waved goodbye before he headed off for his lessons. Another grueling day passed by as he got back to the Common room. They had a rather disastrous Charms lesson where they were practicing different hexes such as Jelly Legs and Impedimenta. It was entertaining at first until people started colliding into each other and tripping on books and other objects that had been knocked to the floor while they tried to move around. Harry knocked his shin against the cupboard door and Ron walked straight into a low hanging light, causing his nose to bleed slightly. After and hour of wobbling around the room, they finally were able to throw off the hex.
'That was a fun lesson, don't you think?' Ron said brightly, although his nose was still rather sore and red.
'Yeah, wish we had more stability though.' Harry replied with a smirk on his face. Ron snorted.
They sat down and did their homework while they discussed Quidditch fouls when Hermione burst in looking rather pale.
'What's wrong, Hermione?' asked Harry.
She didn't say anything but just handed him and article with trembling hands. It was from the evening edition of the Daily Prophet.
"Minister For Magic Kidnapped!" Earlier today, Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge (Order of Merlin, First Class), was kidnapped while on his way to work. His limousine was hijacked
by a pair of mysterious looking figures as he turned a corner. A
widespread search has been launched to search for the Minister, who is
presumed alive. For the time being, Albus Dumbledore will take over as acting Minister until Mr. Fudge is found. The kidnap is thought to be the work of Lord Voldemort, who has returned to power but has been quiet since
the attack on the Ministry of Magic earlier this year.
Harry finished reading the article and looked up at the others. He now knew why his scar hurt two days before.
'What do we do?' Hermione asked.
'Nothing, we can't do anything at all. We just have to wait and see.' Harry replied.
Hermione was helpless and as there was nothing else to do, she sank into a chair beside them and went quiet.
'I hope that they find him...alive' she finally said. Harry put a hand on her a shoulder and smiled. 'Don't worry, they'll find him alive. I'm sure of it.'
But Harry was not sure at all. He just hoped that everything would be alright. The enemy had made its move. Now it was their turn...
Author's Note: Well? How was that? I know it was rather boring but I'm running out of ideas here! Help me please! Do give me suggestions on what you would like to see. Thanks. Equinox-15.