Chapter Five
The new term started, there last at Hogwarts.
Friday, the first week of the new term, Defense Class, at the Lake.
"Here we are, take these, put them on, and get out there."
Harry just stared at the boots, 'what in the world are these things?'
"Potter, you have skated before, right?"
"No, sir, never."
"Can you swim?"
"Uh... sort of."
"Sort of? Sort of, well can you or can't you?"
"Yes, I can, just not very well."
"Then put on the skates. Granger, can you skate, swim?"
"Yes, sir, I can."
"Good, teach Potter how to skate."
The duo had given up trying to figure out Knightly lessons, they just went along with them now, and they guessed he wanted to give them a break from trying to kill each other, in the name of learning.
CRACK. "Potter, try not to crack the ice, you don't want to fall through, and have to swim as well," he cracked a joke.
Well many, many falls later the class period ended, Harry finally seemed to get skating at the very end.
"Take off your skates and get inside before, I make you swim as well!"
As fast as they could they got back into there regular boots, a requirement it seemed for this class and winter.
"Well, wasn't that fun, Harry?" Hermione asked when they got back from the dorm.
"Agh, are you kidding, I spent more time on the ice then I did standing up!"
"Lucky it's Friday!"
"Yeah, he always tries to kill us Friday's doesn't he?"
"Guess he wants to give us a few days to recuperate," she joked.
"I'll need it! I think my entire backside is a bruise! I'm going to go sleep."
"You still have homework."
"I'll do it later, you know you can count on me, I'll be ready by patrol, in pain but ready."
"Want a numbing charm?"
"No, I've felt worse, haven't I?"
"I'd think so."
Harry went into his room, and scratched the idea of sleeping as soon as he laid down, he decided instead on a bath, 'yeah that'll help, plus I'll be warm.'
He ran himself a bath in the small swimming pool size tub.
A while later, "Ahh, Hermione!"
"Ope, sorry, didn't realize you were in here."
"Agh, you might want to get out, I'm not clothed!"
"Harry, you have like two feet of bubbles covering you, how's your back?"
"A great wreck."
She came up and sat on the edge, dangling her feet, and started to rub his shoulders.
Closer... closer....
Clearing of a throat, and they sprang away from each other.
"Hi guys!" Ron grinned, some menace glinting in his eye.
"Hi Ron," they replied in unison.
"How's it been?" 'More like what in the world are you doing?' were his thoughts.
"Tiring, defense today."
"More like painful!" Harry added.
"Yeah, for you who can't skate," she joked.
"Ha, ha, not like there was anybody who cared if I learned anything growing up."
"Sorry, Harry."
"You didn't mean it."
"Hey, you do realize I'm still here," Ron jumped in, with that I know something you don't look again.
"Sorry, I think we should get out of here, so Harry can get dressed, Ron."
"Hey are those Harry's?"
"What?"
"Boxers."
"Yeah."
"Why do you have his?"
"Needed a pair of shorts before."
"Okay." Really, are they hiding something? No there not that good of actors. There oblivious.
"Ron, Ron."
"Huh?"
"Uh, your spacing out there Ronnieboy."
"What's up with the stupid nicknames, Harry?"
"Well, the twins are gone, and Ginny's not around at the moment, someone has to continue with the nicknames."
"Wow, have you spent too much time with my family or what?"
"Ud, on't no," he mumbled.
"It's okay, mate, you might as well be my brother and Hermione my sister."
"Really!" they said in unison, neither having siblings of there own.
"Are you serious, Ron?"
"Why wouldn't I be? I know the three of us are inseparable, and we'd do anything for each other."
"That's so true!"
"When did you become so philosophical?"
"Uh, guess I've been spending too much time with Donna."
"Who?"
"My girlfriend."
"What happened to... uh, what was the last ones name, Harry?"
"Uh... Sandy, Mandy, Candy, Lisa?"
"Yeah, that was it."
"When'd you break up?"
"Oh, day we got back from break."
"Ron that was Monday!"
"Well, she's dating Corner, why can't I date again, too?"
"Wow."
"Why do all these girls like Corner?" Harry asked. Ginny, Cho. Lisa.
"I don't get it either, and I'm a girl!"
"Uh... no idea," Ron added, "Maybe it's because he once dated a Weasley!"
That sent the other two into side splitting laughter.
The next Friday afternoon. "You both know how to fly, don't you?" Professor Knightly asked as they approached the Quidditich Pitch.
"Yeah," was Harry's confident response.
"Uh..." was Hermione's, uh... response.
"Have you ever flown, Granger?"
"Yes, first year, flying lessons, sort of, on a Hippogriff, third year, on a few airplanes."
"So, can you or can't you fly a broomstick?"
"Uh."
"Potter, it's your turn to teach."
"Alright Sir." As he grasped the broomsticks, the professor held out.
"Ready Hermione?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
"Then let's go, here." She took the broom.
"Come on," he spoke as he mounted and she followed suit.
Two minutes later, smash, right into the snow covered pitch.
"Hermione, how about we try another technique?"
"Anything."
"Get on my broom."
"You sure?"
"Would I be asking if I wasn't?"
"Guess not."
He flew around till she seemed comfortable, loosened her grip and actually opened her eyes.
"Are you ready to try on your own?"
"Yes."
She did it, not the steadiest, but well enough. "Alright, you know class ended a half hour ago, we're done, you can head on in," Knightly finally let them know.
January passed, as did February, now it was March.
One day in Mid-March, "Mr. Potter."
"Yes, Professor McGonagall?"
"Come with me, please," she led him to the room adjoining the great hall, yes, the one he had to go into when his name came out of the Goblet of Fire.
"Professor Dumbledore?" he asked when he got in.
"Harry, I have some bad news."
"What is it sir, is it Remus?"
"No, Harry, Remus is quite alright, I'm sorry, but you're Aunt Petunia has passed away."
"What! How?"
"She died in a car crash." The only thing that triggered in Harry was the irony of that sentence that is the excuse that is how he had been told his parents had died.
"You're pulling my leg."
"No, I'm sorry, but I'm not, the funeral is tomorrow afternoon, if you'd like to attend."
He nodded. "Come to my office after lunch tomorrow, and I'll give you a portkey to the funeral.
He nodded once more, before exiting, 'That's unbelievable, Aunt Petunia died in a car crash! What about Uncle Vernon and Dudley? I know they despise me, but why? Why has this happened, he mused as he wandered to Independent Defense.
"Potter, we will continue today, with the demonstrations of the spells used in your paper. Today, to start with the shielding charm and.... the killing curse."
"Protego." A barrier formed in front of him.
"Very nice, now the killing curse."
He just stared at the Professor. After about ten minutes of that Knightly finally said, "Are you just going to stand there and stare at me all say or try the curse?"
"On what sir, why do I have to be the one to kill?"
"Fine, the Patronus Charm."
"Expecto Patronum," and a white stag flew out of his wand.
"A Corpeal Patronus, amazing! How long have you been able to conjure one?"
"Since third year."
"Who taught you?"
"Remus, Remus Lupin, our third year Defense Professor."
"Amazing, horrible such a brilliant Professor isn't allowed to teach, because of some idiots prejudices."
The bell rang, "Well, off to your next class, Potter."
Harry still in his daze went off.
The next day, after Harry finished eating he got up and started out,
Ron and Hermione went after him, "Harry."
"Harry, where are you going?"
"My Aunt's funeral."
"One of the Dursley's died?"
"Yeah, Aunt Petunia, my mum's sister."
"I'm sorry Harry."
"Don't be, they never cared about me, they gave me shelter and scraps, and that's all."
"Have fun, mate!"
Harry gave him an odd look and continued on his way to Dumbledore's office, taking the Portkey from the Professor, and off he went to, ending behind a church.
He walked to the front and went inside, there stood Vernon and Dudley.
"What are you doing here, boy?" His Uncle Vernon greeted.
"I came because she was my Aunt; you did give me shelter, why shouldn't I come? So you can complain the retched little mongrel didn't come to one of his remaining relatives' funerals?"
"You, You," Vernon sputtered, "You just stay out of the way boy!"
"I intend to. Dudley, I'm sorry for the loss of your mother," and he continued on to sit in one of the back pews.
It was a closed casket.
The funeral lasted about an hour, and then everyone drove on to the cemetery, no one offering Harry a ride.
So, he walked, he walked to his Aunt's grave. Bearing a simple tombstone stating her name, and the years of her life.
It started to get dark. "Does everyone who associates with me die?" He asked no one.
"It certainly seems that way, doesn't it," an eerily familiar voice answered.
"YOU!"
"Me! Yes, I caused her Death, or my Deatheaters did," evil cackling.
"Voldemort! What would you accomplish in killing someone I hated and hated me!"
"Only to get you away from the old fool. Of course you would come to the funeral of your mother's sister, why would you not? You wouldn't have a reason to come to the muggle slobs, but your Aunt, you indeed came, and right into my awaiting hands."
"Our wands our useless against each other, Voldemort, you should remember that, I do."
"Oh, I am more then prepared, you half-blood scum."
"Are you talking about me or yourself?"
"Shut up you."
"Why, oooo the big bad Voldie's gonna get me now!"
"I can, then the Old Fool, and those Muggle Loving Weasel's, and the Werewolf and the Great half blooded oaf, and the Mudblood."
"You'll NEVER TOUCH THEM."
"Ah, am I making you angry? Am I getting at you, Potter?"
"Why would I let a pool of slime get to me?"
"Oh, so you want to fight, boy?"
"I thought you already realized we can't duel."
"No, I remembered, we will finish this the muggle way."
"So, you're going back on your twisted beliefs, using muggle tactics now, Riddle?"
"How dare you call me by my muggle father's name!" And he charged at Harry, who dodged out of the way and placed a knee in his gut.
"Argh!" And he charged Harry again, slamming his fist into his cheekbone, fracturing it and breaking his own hand. Harry took advantage of his opponent's momentary daze, slamming a fist, shattering the Dark Lord's snake like nose. Voldemort responded with a kick in the shin, leaving Harry hopping on one foot, and swinging wildly. Voldemort grabs his leg and cracks it forward, breaking it, but Harry brought himself down on top, and with a well placed punch to the temple knocks his enemy out.
"You never insult my friends, my family." He whips out his wand, the anger and love for his 'family' coursing through him, "AVADRA KEDAVRA! SOULIO EXPELIO DESTROYIO" In a flash of green, then blue light the dark lord was finished!
He tries to stand, "Ahh!" Then he uses a quick splint spell and picks up a rock, "Portus Albus Dumbledore." And he and Voldemort were whisked to the Hogwarts Great Hall, and Albus Dumbledore, landing in front of the teachers table.
He stands unsteadily, plucks the wand from the lifeless body of Tom Riddle, snaps it in two, and faces Dumbledore, "The Prophecy is complete." Dropping the pieces of wand as he says this turns and proceeds to walk out of the hall. Hermione and Ron racing in his wake.
Ron and Hermione caught up with Harry on the stairs, which slowed him and the splinted leg he'd been dragging along down. "Harry, you did it, mate!" Ron exclaimed.
"Are you okay, Harry?" Hermione questioned.
He just kept walking seemingly ignoring them, till they reached the Head Dorm portrait hole, "Hey, they finally switched your portrait, huh?" Ron asked the other two.
"I guess," Hermione replied.
"They've got to be joking!" Harry roared, whipping out his wand and pronouncing a simple burning spell, "Enflamio!"
"Mate, why'd you set the portrait aflame?"
"It's him. Tom Riddle or Lord Voldemort. Freedom or Death."
The destroyed portrait swung open, Harry dragged himself inside and collapsed on the sofa. "Harry, shouldn't you be going to the hospital wing?"
"Not yet, you'll see." Dumbledore entered. "On cue, Professor. Did you dispose of the monster?"
"Tom is now in the hospital wing."
"He had her murdered! It was no car accident; it was a trap, to lure me in!"
"Yes, yes, indeed it was, because at the same time, the Deatheaters attacked Grimmauld Place, the Order and Aurors stopped them, capturing, killing, or dying to help our cause."
"Is Remus alright?"
"Yes, yes, he is recuperating in St. Mungo's
"What about Tonks, Moody, Shaklebolt?"
"Dad, Mum, Bill, Fred, George?"
"There all made it injured some are, yes, but they will recover. We hope. We had the advantage of numbers, tonight, and this war, it seems, has concluded."
There we have chapter 5 yay! Review please thanks Kendra, Blue and Yellow Soccer Player, my beta. Thanks for the reviews, hope you all liked this chapter, not exactly sure what to do next..
The new term started, there last at Hogwarts.
Friday, the first week of the new term, Defense Class, at the Lake.
"Here we are, take these, put them on, and get out there."
Harry just stared at the boots, 'what in the world are these things?'
"Potter, you have skated before, right?"
"No, sir, never."
"Can you swim?"
"Uh... sort of."
"Sort of? Sort of, well can you or can't you?"
"Yes, I can, just not very well."
"Then put on the skates. Granger, can you skate, swim?"
"Yes, sir, I can."
"Good, teach Potter how to skate."
The duo had given up trying to figure out Knightly lessons, they just went along with them now, and they guessed he wanted to give them a break from trying to kill each other, in the name of learning.
CRACK. "Potter, try not to crack the ice, you don't want to fall through, and have to swim as well," he cracked a joke.
Well many, many falls later the class period ended, Harry finally seemed to get skating at the very end.
"Take off your skates and get inside before, I make you swim as well!"
As fast as they could they got back into there regular boots, a requirement it seemed for this class and winter.
"Well, wasn't that fun, Harry?" Hermione asked when they got back from the dorm.
"Agh, are you kidding, I spent more time on the ice then I did standing up!"
"Lucky it's Friday!"
"Yeah, he always tries to kill us Friday's doesn't he?"
"Guess he wants to give us a few days to recuperate," she joked.
"I'll need it! I think my entire backside is a bruise! I'm going to go sleep."
"You still have homework."
"I'll do it later, you know you can count on me, I'll be ready by patrol, in pain but ready."
"Want a numbing charm?"
"No, I've felt worse, haven't I?"
"I'd think so."
Harry went into his room, and scratched the idea of sleeping as soon as he laid down, he decided instead on a bath, 'yeah that'll help, plus I'll be warm.'
He ran himself a bath in the small swimming pool size tub.
A while later, "Ahh, Hermione!"
"Ope, sorry, didn't realize you were in here."
"Agh, you might want to get out, I'm not clothed!"
"Harry, you have like two feet of bubbles covering you, how's your back?"
"A great wreck."
She came up and sat on the edge, dangling her feet, and started to rub his shoulders.
Closer... closer....
Clearing of a throat, and they sprang away from each other.
"Hi guys!" Ron grinned, some menace glinting in his eye.
"Hi Ron," they replied in unison.
"How's it been?" 'More like what in the world are you doing?' were his thoughts.
"Tiring, defense today."
"More like painful!" Harry added.
"Yeah, for you who can't skate," she joked.
"Ha, ha, not like there was anybody who cared if I learned anything growing up."
"Sorry, Harry."
"You didn't mean it."
"Hey, you do realize I'm still here," Ron jumped in, with that I know something you don't look again.
"Sorry, I think we should get out of here, so Harry can get dressed, Ron."
"Hey are those Harry's?"
"What?"
"Boxers."
"Yeah."
"Why do you have his?"
"Needed a pair of shorts before."
"Okay." Really, are they hiding something? No there not that good of actors. There oblivious.
"Ron, Ron."
"Huh?"
"Uh, your spacing out there Ronnieboy."
"What's up with the stupid nicknames, Harry?"
"Well, the twins are gone, and Ginny's not around at the moment, someone has to continue with the nicknames."
"Wow, have you spent too much time with my family or what?"
"Ud, on't no," he mumbled.
"It's okay, mate, you might as well be my brother and Hermione my sister."
"Really!" they said in unison, neither having siblings of there own.
"Are you serious, Ron?"
"Why wouldn't I be? I know the three of us are inseparable, and we'd do anything for each other."
"That's so true!"
"When did you become so philosophical?"
"Uh, guess I've been spending too much time with Donna."
"Who?"
"My girlfriend."
"What happened to... uh, what was the last ones name, Harry?"
"Uh... Sandy, Mandy, Candy, Lisa?"
"Yeah, that was it."
"When'd you break up?"
"Oh, day we got back from break."
"Ron that was Monday!"
"Well, she's dating Corner, why can't I date again, too?"
"Wow."
"Why do all these girls like Corner?" Harry asked. Ginny, Cho. Lisa.
"I don't get it either, and I'm a girl!"
"Uh... no idea," Ron added, "Maybe it's because he once dated a Weasley!"
That sent the other two into side splitting laughter.
The next Friday afternoon. "You both know how to fly, don't you?" Professor Knightly asked as they approached the Quidditich Pitch.
"Yeah," was Harry's confident response.
"Uh..." was Hermione's, uh... response.
"Have you ever flown, Granger?"
"Yes, first year, flying lessons, sort of, on a Hippogriff, third year, on a few airplanes."
"So, can you or can't you fly a broomstick?"
"Uh."
"Potter, it's your turn to teach."
"Alright Sir." As he grasped the broomsticks, the professor held out.
"Ready Hermione?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
"Then let's go, here." She took the broom.
"Come on," he spoke as he mounted and she followed suit.
Two minutes later, smash, right into the snow covered pitch.
"Hermione, how about we try another technique?"
"Anything."
"Get on my broom."
"You sure?"
"Would I be asking if I wasn't?"
"Guess not."
He flew around till she seemed comfortable, loosened her grip and actually opened her eyes.
"Are you ready to try on your own?"
"Yes."
She did it, not the steadiest, but well enough. "Alright, you know class ended a half hour ago, we're done, you can head on in," Knightly finally let them know.
January passed, as did February, now it was March.
One day in Mid-March, "Mr. Potter."
"Yes, Professor McGonagall?"
"Come with me, please," she led him to the room adjoining the great hall, yes, the one he had to go into when his name came out of the Goblet of Fire.
"Professor Dumbledore?" he asked when he got in.
"Harry, I have some bad news."
"What is it sir, is it Remus?"
"No, Harry, Remus is quite alright, I'm sorry, but you're Aunt Petunia has passed away."
"What! How?"
"She died in a car crash." The only thing that triggered in Harry was the irony of that sentence that is the excuse that is how he had been told his parents had died.
"You're pulling my leg."
"No, I'm sorry, but I'm not, the funeral is tomorrow afternoon, if you'd like to attend."
He nodded. "Come to my office after lunch tomorrow, and I'll give you a portkey to the funeral.
He nodded once more, before exiting, 'That's unbelievable, Aunt Petunia died in a car crash! What about Uncle Vernon and Dudley? I know they despise me, but why? Why has this happened, he mused as he wandered to Independent Defense.
"Potter, we will continue today, with the demonstrations of the spells used in your paper. Today, to start with the shielding charm and.... the killing curse."
"Protego." A barrier formed in front of him.
"Very nice, now the killing curse."
He just stared at the Professor. After about ten minutes of that Knightly finally said, "Are you just going to stand there and stare at me all say or try the curse?"
"On what sir, why do I have to be the one to kill?"
"Fine, the Patronus Charm."
"Expecto Patronum," and a white stag flew out of his wand.
"A Corpeal Patronus, amazing! How long have you been able to conjure one?"
"Since third year."
"Who taught you?"
"Remus, Remus Lupin, our third year Defense Professor."
"Amazing, horrible such a brilliant Professor isn't allowed to teach, because of some idiots prejudices."
The bell rang, "Well, off to your next class, Potter."
Harry still in his daze went off.
The next day, after Harry finished eating he got up and started out,
Ron and Hermione went after him, "Harry."
"Harry, where are you going?"
"My Aunt's funeral."
"One of the Dursley's died?"
"Yeah, Aunt Petunia, my mum's sister."
"I'm sorry Harry."
"Don't be, they never cared about me, they gave me shelter and scraps, and that's all."
"Have fun, mate!"
Harry gave him an odd look and continued on his way to Dumbledore's office, taking the Portkey from the Professor, and off he went to, ending behind a church.
He walked to the front and went inside, there stood Vernon and Dudley.
"What are you doing here, boy?" His Uncle Vernon greeted.
"I came because she was my Aunt; you did give me shelter, why shouldn't I come? So you can complain the retched little mongrel didn't come to one of his remaining relatives' funerals?"
"You, You," Vernon sputtered, "You just stay out of the way boy!"
"I intend to. Dudley, I'm sorry for the loss of your mother," and he continued on to sit in one of the back pews.
It was a closed casket.
The funeral lasted about an hour, and then everyone drove on to the cemetery, no one offering Harry a ride.
So, he walked, he walked to his Aunt's grave. Bearing a simple tombstone stating her name, and the years of her life.
It started to get dark. "Does everyone who associates with me die?" He asked no one.
"It certainly seems that way, doesn't it," an eerily familiar voice answered.
"YOU!"
"Me! Yes, I caused her Death, or my Deatheaters did," evil cackling.
"Voldemort! What would you accomplish in killing someone I hated and hated me!"
"Only to get you away from the old fool. Of course you would come to the funeral of your mother's sister, why would you not? You wouldn't have a reason to come to the muggle slobs, but your Aunt, you indeed came, and right into my awaiting hands."
"Our wands our useless against each other, Voldemort, you should remember that, I do."
"Oh, I am more then prepared, you half-blood scum."
"Are you talking about me or yourself?"
"Shut up you."
"Why, oooo the big bad Voldie's gonna get me now!"
"I can, then the Old Fool, and those Muggle Loving Weasel's, and the Werewolf and the Great half blooded oaf, and the Mudblood."
"You'll NEVER TOUCH THEM."
"Ah, am I making you angry? Am I getting at you, Potter?"
"Why would I let a pool of slime get to me?"
"Oh, so you want to fight, boy?"
"I thought you already realized we can't duel."
"No, I remembered, we will finish this the muggle way."
"So, you're going back on your twisted beliefs, using muggle tactics now, Riddle?"
"How dare you call me by my muggle father's name!" And he charged at Harry, who dodged out of the way and placed a knee in his gut.
"Argh!" And he charged Harry again, slamming his fist into his cheekbone, fracturing it and breaking his own hand. Harry took advantage of his opponent's momentary daze, slamming a fist, shattering the Dark Lord's snake like nose. Voldemort responded with a kick in the shin, leaving Harry hopping on one foot, and swinging wildly. Voldemort grabs his leg and cracks it forward, breaking it, but Harry brought himself down on top, and with a well placed punch to the temple knocks his enemy out.
"You never insult my friends, my family." He whips out his wand, the anger and love for his 'family' coursing through him, "AVADRA KEDAVRA! SOULIO EXPELIO DESTROYIO" In a flash of green, then blue light the dark lord was finished!
He tries to stand, "Ahh!" Then he uses a quick splint spell and picks up a rock, "Portus Albus Dumbledore." And he and Voldemort were whisked to the Hogwarts Great Hall, and Albus Dumbledore, landing in front of the teachers table.
He stands unsteadily, plucks the wand from the lifeless body of Tom Riddle, snaps it in two, and faces Dumbledore, "The Prophecy is complete." Dropping the pieces of wand as he says this turns and proceeds to walk out of the hall. Hermione and Ron racing in his wake.
Ron and Hermione caught up with Harry on the stairs, which slowed him and the splinted leg he'd been dragging along down. "Harry, you did it, mate!" Ron exclaimed.
"Are you okay, Harry?" Hermione questioned.
He just kept walking seemingly ignoring them, till they reached the Head Dorm portrait hole, "Hey, they finally switched your portrait, huh?" Ron asked the other two.
"I guess," Hermione replied.
"They've got to be joking!" Harry roared, whipping out his wand and pronouncing a simple burning spell, "Enflamio!"
"Mate, why'd you set the portrait aflame?"
"It's him. Tom Riddle or Lord Voldemort. Freedom or Death."
The destroyed portrait swung open, Harry dragged himself inside and collapsed on the sofa. "Harry, shouldn't you be going to the hospital wing?"
"Not yet, you'll see." Dumbledore entered. "On cue, Professor. Did you dispose of the monster?"
"Tom is now in the hospital wing."
"He had her murdered! It was no car accident; it was a trap, to lure me in!"
"Yes, yes, indeed it was, because at the same time, the Deatheaters attacked Grimmauld Place, the Order and Aurors stopped them, capturing, killing, or dying to help our cause."
"Is Remus alright?"
"Yes, yes, he is recuperating in St. Mungo's
"What about Tonks, Moody, Shaklebolt?"
"Dad, Mum, Bill, Fred, George?"
"There all made it injured some are, yes, but they will recover. We hope. We had the advantage of numbers, tonight, and this war, it seems, has concluded."
There we have chapter 5 yay! Review please thanks Kendra, Blue and Yellow Soccer Player, my beta. Thanks for the reviews, hope you all liked this chapter, not exactly sure what to do next..