Chapter 4: VISITORS AT PRIVET DRIVE
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"Dursley, I told you to treat this boy well," growled Moody, wand raised and all. Moody's disproportionate face certainly looked menacing and sinister to anyone who did not know him. While Moody's personality was overbearing sometimes, the real factor in eliciting fear from anyone was his magical eye (hence the name Mad-Eye), which revolved in many directions, even seeing through trainers and invisibility cloaks. A noise of a passerby car distracted Moody for a moment but when it passed, he focused his attention on the task at hand.
"W-what are you g-going to to-to do with me," stuttered Uncle Vernon fearfully. Harry was surprised at his uncle's demeanor right then and there for Uncle Vernon can usually hold his own against any wizard as his behavior at the London train station proved. However he more than met his match in Alastor Moody, who was successful at intimidating him to no end. Meanwhile Aunt Petunia and Dudley were looking on scared out of their wits.
Moody's free wrinkled hand was slowly stroking his chin, his normal eye watching Uncle Vernon while his fake eye was fixed on Harry. Harry could see a slight gleam of a smile on the old auror's face; however, any indication of this escaped the Dursleys.
"Maybe I'll turn you into a ferret," scowled Moody, "Don't worry you won't feel a thing."
Harry had to control himself but he was almost on the bout of laughter. Meanwhile Lupin was grinning, and as Harry looked at him, he could see that Lupin's robes were shabbier than ever. Harry wondered just then, when were Lupin's fortunes going to improve. Not likely, Harry thought because while wolfsbane potions can be brewed for werewolves like Lupin, the pervading prejudice towards werewolves, giants (even half-giants), and other half- breeds prevented him to securing any sort of employment anywhere for that matter.
"P-please put that wand away, I didn't mean to ---"
"Did Harry ever tell you that I'm a werewolf?" interrupted Lupin, now walking toward Uncle Vernon closer and closer until he was within earshot distance, then speaking lower so that only the Dursleys could hear, "Full moon's coming up."
Uncle Vernon's face contorted into a look of sheer terror and mumbled some gibberish before breaking in an inaudible whisper, "What is this nightmare I'm in?" Aunt Petunia gave another shriek while Dudley swallowed profusely, his whole body squirming.
"Maybe I'll tell your neighbours that you keep company with wizards," hissed Moody.
"No you wouldn't sir, just-just ask the boy," pleaded Uncle Vernon, "He-he will tell you that I treated him good, giving him certain privileges, and -- -"
"Is this true Potter?" interrupted Moody inquiringly.
"No he hasn't," replied Harry, winking his eye at both Moody and Lupin.
Moody raised his wand, slowly walking towards Uncle Vernon.
"Boy what the devil did you say that for?" yelled Uncle Vernon.
"DURSLEY I'M WARNING YOU" roared Moody, "YOU'RE IN ENOUGH TROUBLE AS IT IS."
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"
Everyone turned and looked at the new figure at the door. The man was tall and lanky with red hair and a bald patch over the front of his face making his forehead larger. Adorned with pinstriped trousers and a bomber jacket, which looked like it was scrounged at a muggle thrift shop, this man could clearly pass for a muggle anywhere. The Dursleys recognized him as the man who nearly destroyed their fireplace two summers ago while Harry recognized the man instantly as his best friend's father – Mr. Weasley.
"Arthur I thought you got lost back there," choked Moody trying hard to stop smirking.
"Alastor," said Mr. Weasley, closing the door behind him, "I told you and Remus here that both of you apparate here while I take a portkey because --- "
"Portkey?" asked Harry.
Mr. Weasley was smiling, "Isn't it obvious Harry? We are picking you up to go to Grimmauld Place."
"No, I figured that when I saw all of you here but I wanted to ask where was the portkey," said Harry.
"Somewhere in a park where the muggles won't see us," answered Mr. Weasley. "Not to worry Harry, it's getting dark soon so we'll have good cover. Now why do you have your wand out at the muggles Alastor?"
"Me and Lupin heard Dursley here," grumped Moody pointing at Uncle Vernon, "talking ill to Potter and we wanted to straighten him so or did you forget our little warning to them recently Arthur?"
"I see," replied Mr. Weasley.
"My relatives have treated me well," whispered Harry to the three wizards. "I never had to send an owl to you complaining of their behavior once since Kings Crossing."
"Arthur, Harry's uncle did yell at Harry just now but we only wanted to have some fun with Harry's relatives," explained Professor Lupin. "Alastor wasn't going to do anything but scare them. I assure you, this is quite over."
"Apparently," said Mr. Weasley. "We should be trying hard not to stifle wizard/muggle relations."
Moody turned to Uncle Vernon.
"Potter told me that you treated him well," muttered Moody, "Good for you!"
Throughout this time, Uncle Vernon was fearful but when Moody complimented him, he saw his chance and responded angrily, "Well you are here to pick up the boy, now go!"
Uncle Vernon was not going to sit down and have tea with wizards or any magical person or creature for that matter.
"Mind that tone of yours Dursley," roared Moody very sternly. Uncle Vernon shuddered and became quiet once again. "You don't take compliments well, you ---"
"Is that a television?" interrupted Mr. Weasley excitedly pointing at the square-looking appliance in the lounge. "Can I see how it works?"
Like before, Uncle Vernon could not comprehend the audacity of these invaders to come to his house and making threats and requests. However reluctantly he held out his hand signaling Mr. Weasley to turn on the television and watch whatever he desired. With that, all the Dursleys turned and rushed into the kitchen unhindered.
"I don't think the power knob is working," cried Mr. Weasley, who was pressing the volume button instead. "How do you turn it on?"
Harry rushed over to turn on the television.
"Show me what you did Harry," requested Mr. Weasley. "Right then and that is the volume knob to make the sound, louder?"
"Er --- yes," answered Harry.
"Fascinating!"
It wasn't long before Lupin spoke.
"Harry lets go and bring your trunk downstairs."
Harry gave the remote control to Mr. Weasley and grinning, said, "Have fun." Moody headed over to the couch and joined Mr. Weasley, who delightfully was pressing the buttons experimenting what would happen and figuring out what each did.
When Lupin and Harry reached the room, they started talking.
"Harry, how are you?
"Er – fine, thanks."
"Did you get my owl?"
"Yes Professor ---"
"Harry, stop with the formalities. I'm not your professor anymore," laughed Lupin. "You know my name."
"Yes Prof - I mean Remus. Hermione told you about – you know?"
"Yes, you have a good friend there Harry. She wanted to have a private word with me so we went to an empty somewhere in Sirius' place." Lupin stopped when he merely mentioned Sirius' name and looked at Harry but then he continued, "She told me how you did not want to go back to Hogwarts and that you were feeling really down on yourself now that Sirius is gone."
"She is a good friend, her and Ron."
"You are going to need them more Harry," said Professor Lupin gravely, putting his hand on his former student's shoulder. "James needed me and Sirius also."
"What do you mean Prof – Remus?
"Dumbledore told me about the prophecy," answered Lupin, "so that was why the Death Eaters were after it in the Department of Mysteries, the prophecy was about Voldemort's downfall."
Lupin saw the reaction in Harry's face.
"Harry, Dumbledore confided in me because he thought that it would be good if someone else knew and besides with your father and now Sirius gone, this ole' werewolf is only one left."
"I understand," said Harry smiling at what Lupin said, "Better you than someone else. I'm not even ready to tell my friends yet."
There was a brief silence before Lupin broke it.
"How do you feel about being the only one who can defeat Voldemort?"
"What do you think?" snapped Harry without restraint before calming down. "You are forgetting one thing – Voldemort can murder me also."
"You defeated him before when he tried to kill you after your parents," said Lupin.
"Don't remind me!" scolded Harry. "I was only one year old when it happened."
"Listen Harry, one advantage you have over Voldemort is that he doesn't know the whole prophecy."
"Yeah ---" agreed Harry, lost in his own thought for a second. He continued, looking at his watch, "Er – we better get going!"
"Sure," replied Lupin.
"Wait, can you promise that you won't tell anyone about the prophecy?" requested Harry.
"You have my full confidence," smiled Lupin.
"Thanks."
With that Harry and his former professor heaved the trunk down the stairs without the use of magic since Lupin thought it was not wise to rouse the Dursleys. Who cares what they think thought Harry but cooperated nonetheless. When they arrived downstairs from Harry's room, both Harry and Lupin could hear the voices of Mr. Weasley and Moody.
"Only a matter of time before Cornelius Fudge gets the axe. People in the Ministry are talking," growled Moody.
"People are always talking, now mind you Fudge has made some mistakes but do you think it wise for a new administration to take over when You-Know- Who is back?" gasped Mr. Weasley.
"Voldemort."
"Whatever but do you see where I'm going with this Alastor?"
"My dear Arthur look at the signs. Fudge got most of the Wizarding world to believe that Dumbledore was a war-mongering, rabble rousing, blabbering old fool because he preached to everyone that would listen that Voldemort is back. Fudge had too much power with the press at his disposal, his secretary Dolor ---"
"I have watched the signs Alastor, 'Constant Vigilance' as you are always saying but this is such a delicate situation."
"You're telling me but Fudge has been Minister for far too long already. I wouldn't be surprised if Dumbledore is made Minister of Magic by the time the month is out."
"He has turned down any requests to head the Ministry," said Mr. Weasley, "Furthermore shouldn't the Order be focusing on Voldemort and his minions?"
"We got to focus on the Ministry also, things are now in motion, and I sense that the Ministry will be undergoing some significant changes."
"Too true, Alastor," agreed Mr. Weasley nodding, "Too true."
"Ah – speak of the devil, Remus we been here an hour. We better get going, nearly dark outside."
"Yeah we really should Mad-Eye," said Lupin, looking at his watch. "Anything on the box Arthur?"
"Fascinating invention, no doubt but you very well know that any form of muggle entertainment is flawed."
"How so?" asked Lupin.
"No Quidditch," Mr. Weasley answered, grinning.
Lupin laughed hard but then he started to imitate Mr. Weasley's voice.
"Too true, Arthur," Lupin muttered. "Too true."
While Mr. Weasley was chuckling at Lupin's voice-acting, suddenly a ministry owl flew through an open window towards the kitchen. Harry wondered who could be sending the Dursleys an owl. Uncle Vernon followed by Aunt Petunia and Dudley came out of the kitchen, about to tell off Harry for owls being in the house. Thinking better of it, he spoke, "What is this?"
Harry looked at the envelope and saw the following:
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, Guardians of Harry Potter Kitchen Number 4, Privet Drive
Little Whinging, Surrey
"Better open it," answered Harry, "The envelope is addressed to you."
Uncle Vernon took the letter, looked at Aunt Petunia and Dudley and then promptly tore it open.
"What is it Vernon?" asked Aunt Petunia, who finally spoke, in a hoarse voice looking frantically between her husband and the three wizards.
Uncle Vernon looked up at the other wizards and addressed Harry in an expressionless tone.
"Boy, did you take some sort of tests?"
"Yeah my O.W.L.s.," replied Harry.
"What's that codswallop?" said Uncle Vernon, however looking apprehensively at Moody continued, "Ah - I mean I never heard of these owls. What are they?"
"Ordinary Wizarding Level exams, similar to O level exams in muggle schools but for magical students," answered Harry. "I took them last June."
"Dudders you took similar tests right."
"Y-y-yes father," squealed Dudley finally.
"Potters got his O.W.L. results," cried Moody.
Uncle Vernon looked at Moody maliciously then slowly handed Harry the envelope and its contents. Nervous over what he was going to see on there, Harry started to read:
Dear Harry Potter and Guardians,
Enclosed are your results from the Ordinary Wizarding Level examinations you have taken last June at Hogwarts. These grades will be vital to your future at Hogwarts, determining what N.E.W.T. classes you will be taking. Please consult the N.E.W.T. class program form also included with this letter and fill it out. Send it back by owl to the head of your house, Minerva McGonagall and finally expect a list of required school supplies a week before the school year starts in September. Any questions or complaints can be sent to me by owl.
Good Luck,
Griselda Marchbanks,
Wizarding Examinations Authority
Harry looked at the second paper and there were his O.W.L. results. He glanced at the grading scale:
The grading scale is as follows: O is Outstanding, E is Exceeds Expectations, A is Acceptable, P is Poor, D is Dreadful, and T is Terrible. Any grade lower than an Acceptable (A) is a failing grade.
Harry suddenly laughed remembering when the Weasley twins, Fred and George, told him quite bluntly at the Great Hall that T stood for Troll. However no amount of reminiscing about specific events that took place during the previous school year could undo the anxiety that he felt regarding his O.W.L. grades. Harry wanted nothing more than to be an auror after he left Hogwarts but he needed at least an "Exceeds Expectations" in Transfiguration and nothing less than an "Outstanding" in Potions to qualify for admission into the N.E.W.T. classes for those subjects. Those were the only two subjects that he was worried about. In all, Harry needed to take five N.E.W.T. classes in order to take the Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests (N.E.W.T.s.) to become an auror. Defense against the Dark Arts and Charms were the other subjects that he needed. Harry then glanced at his grades.
Astronomy Theory: A Practical: A Overall: A
Care of Magical Creatures Theory: O Practical: O Overall: O
Charms Theory: O Practical: A Overall: E
Defense against the Dark Arts Theory: O Practical: O Overall: O
Divination Theory: ---- Practical: D Overall: D
Herbology Theory: ---- Practical: O Overall: O
History of Magic Theory: D Practical: ---- Overall: D
Potions Theory: O Practical: O Overall: O
Transfiguration Theory: E Practical: E Overall: E
Harry was ecstatic; he was going to be an auror after all. He knew that he could do well in Potions without Professor Snape breathing down his neck, pointing out every flaw in his potion brewing. Harry suddenly realized that everyone was looking at him, waiting for him to reveal what he got.
"Potter when you are going to let us know?" spat Moody.
"I got 7 O.W.L.s."
"Not bad Harry," said Mr. Weasley gleaming, "Not bad at all."
"Harry what did you get in Defense against the Dark Arts or do I know already?" asked Lupin.
Harry smiled, handing him the paper, "See for yourself."
Lupin looked at the sheet of paper briefly and then smiled, "That's my boy, and he got 'Outstanding' Moody!"
"Congratulations Potter, I heard you were prolific in that subject, the best in your class."
"Thanks," said Harry excitedly and beaming.
"Yeah Professor Tofty told me that you summoned a Patronus for a bonus point at the exam," said Mr. Weasley, "Bloke wouldn't stop talking about it. Spent hours describing the movement of the stag and ---"
"So Potter what career path would you like to pursue after Hogwarts?" asked Moody interrupting Mr. Weasley.
"An Auror," answered Harry nervous at what Moody would say.
"Good, good, you certainly got the instincts for it judging from your past exploits at that school," muttered Moody, apparently proud that Harry was following his footsteps. "I'll advice you Potter CONSTANT VIGILANCE, the very words I live by ---"
"The only words you live by my old friend," choked Mr. Weasley laughing.
"Don't make me hex you Weasley," hissed Moody, who was also laughing as well. Moody's bouts of laughter sounded more like a growl that made Harry, Lupin, and Mr. Weasley laugh even more.
The laughter continued, however, it soon died down and their focus was on the television, which featured a news brief. Mr. Weasley motioned for silence and turned up the volume.
Charlize Blair from the BBC live from a disturbing scene in a town outside of London. A family was found dead with both their eyes and mouths opened. No cause of death was determined yet but it appears, strange as it may sound, that the family was scared to death. The house where the deceased family lived was trashed, which authorities determined was done by gang activity. Vandalized throughout the walls was the word 'mudbloods' and no meaning as to that term or why it was used has been ascertained yet. BBC will be here to report on any new developments with this story. Now to our regular...
"Who could have done this?" asked, surprisingly, Aunt Petunia.
"Voldemort," uttered Moody. Harry's aunt shivered and grabbed Dudley's hand tighter.
"We lingered here too long!" complained Lupin.
"What a minute – that (pointing to the television) was done by that Voldything?" said Uncle Vernon.
"Yes, Voldemort," answered Mr. Weasley.
"You got the boy then," said Uncle Vernon bravely, "NOW GET OUT!"
"Let's get the trunk Harry," whispered Lupin.
"Farewell Dursley," said Moody tipping his hat to each person, "madam and chap."
"GET OUT," yelled Uncle Vernon again.
"What about the television?" cried Mr. Weasley, "I forgot to shut it off, being a guest in all and your hospitality, mind my manners?"
"GET OUT OF HERE!"
Harry and the others were trudging with his trunk to the play park down Magnolia Road, where they would grab the portkey to Grimmauld Place.
None of the Dursleys neighbors were outside for now it was dark and the stars were already coming out of their slumber and adoring the sky with such spectacular imagery. Ever few moments Harry stared at the overwhelming majesty of the whole spectacle and rushed to keep up with the others. Not to take anything for granted, Harry's instincts told him to keep his wand ready.
"We're nearly there," said Mr. Weasley, "Wait Harry you know this neighborhood more than us, is it right or left?"
Harry pointed out the right direction and they walked a few paces along Magnolia Road until they reached the play park. Harry saw through the pitch dark that the park was abandoned but there was some refuse still on the park grounds but then came the voice of Mr. Weasley.
"Lumos!"
The ray of light emitting from his wand served it purpose. "It should be an old black top hat."
Several moments later Lupin found it. Signaling the others, everyone joined Lupin and then surrounded the hat. Then after Mr. Weasley looked around to see if any muggle passersby were around, they all proceeded to touch the portkey. Holding on tightly to his trunk's handle, Harry felt a sharp tug as if being hooked in very rapidly around his navel. He was traveling rapidly and dizzily seeing swirling colors in the midst of a ferocious wind. Harry then felt the hook leave him while both the portkey and him tumbled (unlike the others) unto the floor of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.
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"Dursley, I told you to treat this boy well," growled Moody, wand raised and all. Moody's disproportionate face certainly looked menacing and sinister to anyone who did not know him. While Moody's personality was overbearing sometimes, the real factor in eliciting fear from anyone was his magical eye (hence the name Mad-Eye), which revolved in many directions, even seeing through trainers and invisibility cloaks. A noise of a passerby car distracted Moody for a moment but when it passed, he focused his attention on the task at hand.
"W-what are you g-going to to-to do with me," stuttered Uncle Vernon fearfully. Harry was surprised at his uncle's demeanor right then and there for Uncle Vernon can usually hold his own against any wizard as his behavior at the London train station proved. However he more than met his match in Alastor Moody, who was successful at intimidating him to no end. Meanwhile Aunt Petunia and Dudley were looking on scared out of their wits.
Moody's free wrinkled hand was slowly stroking his chin, his normal eye watching Uncle Vernon while his fake eye was fixed on Harry. Harry could see a slight gleam of a smile on the old auror's face; however, any indication of this escaped the Dursleys.
"Maybe I'll turn you into a ferret," scowled Moody, "Don't worry you won't feel a thing."
Harry had to control himself but he was almost on the bout of laughter. Meanwhile Lupin was grinning, and as Harry looked at him, he could see that Lupin's robes were shabbier than ever. Harry wondered just then, when were Lupin's fortunes going to improve. Not likely, Harry thought because while wolfsbane potions can be brewed for werewolves like Lupin, the pervading prejudice towards werewolves, giants (even half-giants), and other half- breeds prevented him to securing any sort of employment anywhere for that matter.
"P-please put that wand away, I didn't mean to ---"
"Did Harry ever tell you that I'm a werewolf?" interrupted Lupin, now walking toward Uncle Vernon closer and closer until he was within earshot distance, then speaking lower so that only the Dursleys could hear, "Full moon's coming up."
Uncle Vernon's face contorted into a look of sheer terror and mumbled some gibberish before breaking in an inaudible whisper, "What is this nightmare I'm in?" Aunt Petunia gave another shriek while Dudley swallowed profusely, his whole body squirming.
"Maybe I'll tell your neighbours that you keep company with wizards," hissed Moody.
"No you wouldn't sir, just-just ask the boy," pleaded Uncle Vernon, "He-he will tell you that I treated him good, giving him certain privileges, and -- -"
"Is this true Potter?" interrupted Moody inquiringly.
"No he hasn't," replied Harry, winking his eye at both Moody and Lupin.
Moody raised his wand, slowly walking towards Uncle Vernon.
"Boy what the devil did you say that for?" yelled Uncle Vernon.
"DURSLEY I'M WARNING YOU" roared Moody, "YOU'RE IN ENOUGH TROUBLE AS IT IS."
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"
Everyone turned and looked at the new figure at the door. The man was tall and lanky with red hair and a bald patch over the front of his face making his forehead larger. Adorned with pinstriped trousers and a bomber jacket, which looked like it was scrounged at a muggle thrift shop, this man could clearly pass for a muggle anywhere. The Dursleys recognized him as the man who nearly destroyed their fireplace two summers ago while Harry recognized the man instantly as his best friend's father – Mr. Weasley.
"Arthur I thought you got lost back there," choked Moody trying hard to stop smirking.
"Alastor," said Mr. Weasley, closing the door behind him, "I told you and Remus here that both of you apparate here while I take a portkey because --- "
"Portkey?" asked Harry.
Mr. Weasley was smiling, "Isn't it obvious Harry? We are picking you up to go to Grimmauld Place."
"No, I figured that when I saw all of you here but I wanted to ask where was the portkey," said Harry.
"Somewhere in a park where the muggles won't see us," answered Mr. Weasley. "Not to worry Harry, it's getting dark soon so we'll have good cover. Now why do you have your wand out at the muggles Alastor?"
"Me and Lupin heard Dursley here," grumped Moody pointing at Uncle Vernon, "talking ill to Potter and we wanted to straighten him so or did you forget our little warning to them recently Arthur?"
"I see," replied Mr. Weasley.
"My relatives have treated me well," whispered Harry to the three wizards. "I never had to send an owl to you complaining of their behavior once since Kings Crossing."
"Arthur, Harry's uncle did yell at Harry just now but we only wanted to have some fun with Harry's relatives," explained Professor Lupin. "Alastor wasn't going to do anything but scare them. I assure you, this is quite over."
"Apparently," said Mr. Weasley. "We should be trying hard not to stifle wizard/muggle relations."
Moody turned to Uncle Vernon.
"Potter told me that you treated him well," muttered Moody, "Good for you!"
Throughout this time, Uncle Vernon was fearful but when Moody complimented him, he saw his chance and responded angrily, "Well you are here to pick up the boy, now go!"
Uncle Vernon was not going to sit down and have tea with wizards or any magical person or creature for that matter.
"Mind that tone of yours Dursley," roared Moody very sternly. Uncle Vernon shuddered and became quiet once again. "You don't take compliments well, you ---"
"Is that a television?" interrupted Mr. Weasley excitedly pointing at the square-looking appliance in the lounge. "Can I see how it works?"
Like before, Uncle Vernon could not comprehend the audacity of these invaders to come to his house and making threats and requests. However reluctantly he held out his hand signaling Mr. Weasley to turn on the television and watch whatever he desired. With that, all the Dursleys turned and rushed into the kitchen unhindered.
"I don't think the power knob is working," cried Mr. Weasley, who was pressing the volume button instead. "How do you turn it on?"
Harry rushed over to turn on the television.
"Show me what you did Harry," requested Mr. Weasley. "Right then and that is the volume knob to make the sound, louder?"
"Er --- yes," answered Harry.
"Fascinating!"
It wasn't long before Lupin spoke.
"Harry lets go and bring your trunk downstairs."
Harry gave the remote control to Mr. Weasley and grinning, said, "Have fun." Moody headed over to the couch and joined Mr. Weasley, who delightfully was pressing the buttons experimenting what would happen and figuring out what each did.
When Lupin and Harry reached the room, they started talking.
"Harry, how are you?
"Er – fine, thanks."
"Did you get my owl?"
"Yes Professor ---"
"Harry, stop with the formalities. I'm not your professor anymore," laughed Lupin. "You know my name."
"Yes Prof - I mean Remus. Hermione told you about – you know?"
"Yes, you have a good friend there Harry. She wanted to have a private word with me so we went to an empty somewhere in Sirius' place." Lupin stopped when he merely mentioned Sirius' name and looked at Harry but then he continued, "She told me how you did not want to go back to Hogwarts and that you were feeling really down on yourself now that Sirius is gone."
"She is a good friend, her and Ron."
"You are going to need them more Harry," said Professor Lupin gravely, putting his hand on his former student's shoulder. "James needed me and Sirius also."
"What do you mean Prof – Remus?
"Dumbledore told me about the prophecy," answered Lupin, "so that was why the Death Eaters were after it in the Department of Mysteries, the prophecy was about Voldemort's downfall."
Lupin saw the reaction in Harry's face.
"Harry, Dumbledore confided in me because he thought that it would be good if someone else knew and besides with your father and now Sirius gone, this ole' werewolf is only one left."
"I understand," said Harry smiling at what Lupin said, "Better you than someone else. I'm not even ready to tell my friends yet."
There was a brief silence before Lupin broke it.
"How do you feel about being the only one who can defeat Voldemort?"
"What do you think?" snapped Harry without restraint before calming down. "You are forgetting one thing – Voldemort can murder me also."
"You defeated him before when he tried to kill you after your parents," said Lupin.
"Don't remind me!" scolded Harry. "I was only one year old when it happened."
"Listen Harry, one advantage you have over Voldemort is that he doesn't know the whole prophecy."
"Yeah ---" agreed Harry, lost in his own thought for a second. He continued, looking at his watch, "Er – we better get going!"
"Sure," replied Lupin.
"Wait, can you promise that you won't tell anyone about the prophecy?" requested Harry.
"You have my full confidence," smiled Lupin.
"Thanks."
With that Harry and his former professor heaved the trunk down the stairs without the use of magic since Lupin thought it was not wise to rouse the Dursleys. Who cares what they think thought Harry but cooperated nonetheless. When they arrived downstairs from Harry's room, both Harry and Lupin could hear the voices of Mr. Weasley and Moody.
"Only a matter of time before Cornelius Fudge gets the axe. People in the Ministry are talking," growled Moody.
"People are always talking, now mind you Fudge has made some mistakes but do you think it wise for a new administration to take over when You-Know- Who is back?" gasped Mr. Weasley.
"Voldemort."
"Whatever but do you see where I'm going with this Alastor?"
"My dear Arthur look at the signs. Fudge got most of the Wizarding world to believe that Dumbledore was a war-mongering, rabble rousing, blabbering old fool because he preached to everyone that would listen that Voldemort is back. Fudge had too much power with the press at his disposal, his secretary Dolor ---"
"I have watched the signs Alastor, 'Constant Vigilance' as you are always saying but this is such a delicate situation."
"You're telling me but Fudge has been Minister for far too long already. I wouldn't be surprised if Dumbledore is made Minister of Magic by the time the month is out."
"He has turned down any requests to head the Ministry," said Mr. Weasley, "Furthermore shouldn't the Order be focusing on Voldemort and his minions?"
"We got to focus on the Ministry also, things are now in motion, and I sense that the Ministry will be undergoing some significant changes."
"Too true, Alastor," agreed Mr. Weasley nodding, "Too true."
"Ah – speak of the devil, Remus we been here an hour. We better get going, nearly dark outside."
"Yeah we really should Mad-Eye," said Lupin, looking at his watch. "Anything on the box Arthur?"
"Fascinating invention, no doubt but you very well know that any form of muggle entertainment is flawed."
"How so?" asked Lupin.
"No Quidditch," Mr. Weasley answered, grinning.
Lupin laughed hard but then he started to imitate Mr. Weasley's voice.
"Too true, Arthur," Lupin muttered. "Too true."
While Mr. Weasley was chuckling at Lupin's voice-acting, suddenly a ministry owl flew through an open window towards the kitchen. Harry wondered who could be sending the Dursleys an owl. Uncle Vernon followed by Aunt Petunia and Dudley came out of the kitchen, about to tell off Harry for owls being in the house. Thinking better of it, he spoke, "What is this?"
Harry looked at the envelope and saw the following:
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, Guardians of Harry Potter Kitchen Number 4, Privet Drive
Little Whinging, Surrey
"Better open it," answered Harry, "The envelope is addressed to you."
Uncle Vernon took the letter, looked at Aunt Petunia and Dudley and then promptly tore it open.
"What is it Vernon?" asked Aunt Petunia, who finally spoke, in a hoarse voice looking frantically between her husband and the three wizards.
Uncle Vernon looked up at the other wizards and addressed Harry in an expressionless tone.
"Boy, did you take some sort of tests?"
"Yeah my O.W.L.s.," replied Harry.
"What's that codswallop?" said Uncle Vernon, however looking apprehensively at Moody continued, "Ah - I mean I never heard of these owls. What are they?"
"Ordinary Wizarding Level exams, similar to O level exams in muggle schools but for magical students," answered Harry. "I took them last June."
"Dudders you took similar tests right."
"Y-y-yes father," squealed Dudley finally.
"Potters got his O.W.L. results," cried Moody.
Uncle Vernon looked at Moody maliciously then slowly handed Harry the envelope and its contents. Nervous over what he was going to see on there, Harry started to read:
Dear Harry Potter and Guardians,
Enclosed are your results from the Ordinary Wizarding Level examinations you have taken last June at Hogwarts. These grades will be vital to your future at Hogwarts, determining what N.E.W.T. classes you will be taking. Please consult the N.E.W.T. class program form also included with this letter and fill it out. Send it back by owl to the head of your house, Minerva McGonagall and finally expect a list of required school supplies a week before the school year starts in September. Any questions or complaints can be sent to me by owl.
Good Luck,
Griselda Marchbanks,
Wizarding Examinations Authority
Harry looked at the second paper and there were his O.W.L. results. He glanced at the grading scale:
The grading scale is as follows: O is Outstanding, E is Exceeds Expectations, A is Acceptable, P is Poor, D is Dreadful, and T is Terrible. Any grade lower than an Acceptable (A) is a failing grade.
Harry suddenly laughed remembering when the Weasley twins, Fred and George, told him quite bluntly at the Great Hall that T stood for Troll. However no amount of reminiscing about specific events that took place during the previous school year could undo the anxiety that he felt regarding his O.W.L. grades. Harry wanted nothing more than to be an auror after he left Hogwarts but he needed at least an "Exceeds Expectations" in Transfiguration and nothing less than an "Outstanding" in Potions to qualify for admission into the N.E.W.T. classes for those subjects. Those were the only two subjects that he was worried about. In all, Harry needed to take five N.E.W.T. classes in order to take the Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests (N.E.W.T.s.) to become an auror. Defense against the Dark Arts and Charms were the other subjects that he needed. Harry then glanced at his grades.
Astronomy Theory: A Practical: A Overall: A
Care of Magical Creatures Theory: O Practical: O Overall: O
Charms Theory: O Practical: A Overall: E
Defense against the Dark Arts Theory: O Practical: O Overall: O
Divination Theory: ---- Practical: D Overall: D
Herbology Theory: ---- Practical: O Overall: O
History of Magic Theory: D Practical: ---- Overall: D
Potions Theory: O Practical: O Overall: O
Transfiguration Theory: E Practical: E Overall: E
Harry was ecstatic; he was going to be an auror after all. He knew that he could do well in Potions without Professor Snape breathing down his neck, pointing out every flaw in his potion brewing. Harry suddenly realized that everyone was looking at him, waiting for him to reveal what he got.
"Potter when you are going to let us know?" spat Moody.
"I got 7 O.W.L.s."
"Not bad Harry," said Mr. Weasley gleaming, "Not bad at all."
"Harry what did you get in Defense against the Dark Arts or do I know already?" asked Lupin.
Harry smiled, handing him the paper, "See for yourself."
Lupin looked at the sheet of paper briefly and then smiled, "That's my boy, and he got 'Outstanding' Moody!"
"Congratulations Potter, I heard you were prolific in that subject, the best in your class."
"Thanks," said Harry excitedly and beaming.
"Yeah Professor Tofty told me that you summoned a Patronus for a bonus point at the exam," said Mr. Weasley, "Bloke wouldn't stop talking about it. Spent hours describing the movement of the stag and ---"
"So Potter what career path would you like to pursue after Hogwarts?" asked Moody interrupting Mr. Weasley.
"An Auror," answered Harry nervous at what Moody would say.
"Good, good, you certainly got the instincts for it judging from your past exploits at that school," muttered Moody, apparently proud that Harry was following his footsteps. "I'll advice you Potter CONSTANT VIGILANCE, the very words I live by ---"
"The only words you live by my old friend," choked Mr. Weasley laughing.
"Don't make me hex you Weasley," hissed Moody, who was also laughing as well. Moody's bouts of laughter sounded more like a growl that made Harry, Lupin, and Mr. Weasley laugh even more.
The laughter continued, however, it soon died down and their focus was on the television, which featured a news brief. Mr. Weasley motioned for silence and turned up the volume.
Charlize Blair from the BBC live from a disturbing scene in a town outside of London. A family was found dead with both their eyes and mouths opened. No cause of death was determined yet but it appears, strange as it may sound, that the family was scared to death. The house where the deceased family lived was trashed, which authorities determined was done by gang activity. Vandalized throughout the walls was the word 'mudbloods' and no meaning as to that term or why it was used has been ascertained yet. BBC will be here to report on any new developments with this story. Now to our regular...
"Who could have done this?" asked, surprisingly, Aunt Petunia.
"Voldemort," uttered Moody. Harry's aunt shivered and grabbed Dudley's hand tighter.
"We lingered here too long!" complained Lupin.
"What a minute – that (pointing to the television) was done by that Voldything?" said Uncle Vernon.
"Yes, Voldemort," answered Mr. Weasley.
"You got the boy then," said Uncle Vernon bravely, "NOW GET OUT!"
"Let's get the trunk Harry," whispered Lupin.
"Farewell Dursley," said Moody tipping his hat to each person, "madam and chap."
"GET OUT," yelled Uncle Vernon again.
"What about the television?" cried Mr. Weasley, "I forgot to shut it off, being a guest in all and your hospitality, mind my manners?"
"GET OUT OF HERE!"
Harry and the others were trudging with his trunk to the play park down Magnolia Road, where they would grab the portkey to Grimmauld Place.
None of the Dursleys neighbors were outside for now it was dark and the stars were already coming out of their slumber and adoring the sky with such spectacular imagery. Ever few moments Harry stared at the overwhelming majesty of the whole spectacle and rushed to keep up with the others. Not to take anything for granted, Harry's instincts told him to keep his wand ready.
"We're nearly there," said Mr. Weasley, "Wait Harry you know this neighborhood more than us, is it right or left?"
Harry pointed out the right direction and they walked a few paces along Magnolia Road until they reached the play park. Harry saw through the pitch dark that the park was abandoned but there was some refuse still on the park grounds but then came the voice of Mr. Weasley.
"Lumos!"
The ray of light emitting from his wand served it purpose. "It should be an old black top hat."
Several moments later Lupin found it. Signaling the others, everyone joined Lupin and then surrounded the hat. Then after Mr. Weasley looked around to see if any muggle passersby were around, they all proceeded to touch the portkey. Holding on tightly to his trunk's handle, Harry felt a sharp tug as if being hooked in very rapidly around his navel. He was traveling rapidly and dizzily seeing swirling colors in the midst of a ferocious wind. Harry then felt the hook leave him while both the portkey and him tumbled (unlike the others) unto the floor of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.