OH, WHAT WILL THE NEW YEAR BRING?-Chapter Six
Professor Dumbledore released statements to the media the next day. Announcing to the Wizarding World that Tom Marvalo Riddle, better known as the infamous Lord Voldemort was at long last no more, defeated by none other then 'The Boy Who Lived,' Harry Potter. Nothing about the defeat, how or where it happened was released, though Muggle's near Surrey did report, massive light works, the night of the defeat.
Per Dumbledore's orders, Harry was kept in the Head Dorms, rather then the circus of the hospital wing. Plus, it was quite obvious Harry wanted nothing to do with Tom Riddle, his body or otherwise, he wanted to be as far away as possible from the Dark Lord, so Madam Pomfrey, forced Harry to stay in bed in his dorm, to recuperate from his injuries: A broken right leg, fractured left shin, fractured right cheekbone, and numerous scrapes, scratches and bruises.
"How long do I have to stay in bed, Madam?"
"Until you are well, Mr. Potter," she replied sternly.
"But I can walk around now, I'm mobile now, why can't I leave my dorm? When can I? Are the papers and ministry still harassing Professor Dumbledore out there?"
"Mr. Potter, just rest young man, you just need to rest!"
Harry just scowled as she forced some potion or other down his throat, then left.
She left Harry to go back to reading his Transfiguration text, and Hermione's painstakingly done notes, from the last lesson.
"Ahh. When will they let me out of here? It's been a month, I can walk again, I can do whatever I need to, why can't they just let me go to classes? At least I've had defense, practical stuff, dueling in the dorm, how did Knightly get that approved, oh and his lectures, I wonder what he's planning, it seems like he's going to send us on something." He was interrupted.
"Are you going spare, Ickle Harrykins? Stuck in the dorm for far too long have you?"
"FRED! GEORGE! What are you doing here?"
"Come to save you from talking to yourself!"
"Keep you busy we are!"
"Why didn't you come weeks ago?"
"Finally got clearance, from our former oh so wonderful headmaster and the oh so stern head of house."
"That's great! What have you brought to entertain oh so bored me?" Harry jokiinglyy replied.
"Oh, haven't you ever heard of Quidditich in a can?"
"Huh?"
"Open this," and George handed over a can.
Harry pulled the tab and out sprang a Quidditich Pitch, with stands and the whole shabang!
"What now?" Harry asked staring at the players in drab gray uniforms.
"Pick a match, in the can should be a list of them."
"Whoa, our cup winning match from 93' is on here! How? Who created this?"
"We did! This dear Seeker is the prototype, we have now mass produced them, they'll be on sale to the public in June, and you have here in front of you a sneak peek. We have all of the Hogwarts matches since our coming to Hogwarts, the 94'World Cup, and are working on putting in many, many more, this only has a few, unlike the one that will be for sale to the public, it my friend, will have so much more!"
"This is brilliant! Have you shown Ron, yet?" Harry asked as he watched Oliver make a save, Fred or was it George pelt someone with a bludger and Katie score.
"No, we have not shown him yet, but as you know, his birthday last month, we've made a special one of these for him, every single Cannons match, ever! Can we leave it here for him?"
"WOW! He'll LOVE THAT! Yes, you can. Oh amazing!" as he watched himself catch the snitch.
"Well, we've been here long enough; don't want to leave the shop in the care of Tonks and Remus for too long."
"Alright, Thanks, this is bloody fantastic!"
About an hour later,"Harry, here's a note from McGonagall, where did that come from? What is it?" Hermione asked when she entered Harry's room, who was watching Ireland versus Bulgaria.
"Quidditich in a can. Fred and George brought it by, Thanks." as he took the note.
And he read it.
"FINALLY!" He jumped up and started doing a little dance, even going so far as hugging Hermione.
"What? What is it?"
"I can go back to attending classes, and being a regular student again, Monday!"
"That's great. You know the week after next is break, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"We have a project for Defense, then."
"Has he hinted at what it'll be yet?"
"No, but as you know he's been going on about it for ages!"
"I know, I just hope he doesn't try to kill us."
"Yeah, you've had enough of that lately."
"Oh, don't remind me."
"Sorry, I'll try not to."
"Thanks."
"BLOODY HELL!" Ron had of course entered. "Harry, what is that? Is that the94' World Cup!?"
"It is Ron. Here." He handed over the package from Fred and George.
"What's this?"
"Your Birthday present from Fred and George." He ripped open the packaging.
"Quidditich in a can? Is that what that is, Harry?" He asked gesturing to the match playing out on Harry's bed.
"Yep, there new invention."
"Is it out to the public yet?"
"No, not till June."
"Do they show one match? Or more then one?"
"Mine shows Hogwarts matches, and a few others."
"Do you know what mine does?"
"Chudley."
"REALLY!"
"Yes."
"Bye," and he was off, presumably to watch Cannon's matches.
"Obsessive is he?"
"I don't think it was such a good idea giving him that, N.E.W.T's are coming, I doubt he'll get a lick of studying done now."
Hermione stared at him, then asked,"Okay what have you done with Harry Potter? Where are you hiding him?"
Harry just laughed.
"What?"
"Maybe I've spent to much time with you O So Obsessive Studying One."
"Hey!"
"And I'm glad I'll pass all of my N.E.W.T's because of it!" He smiled.
"Well thank you."
"No, thank you!"
"Harry, Shut up!"
"Well, then you keep talking."
"And what shall I talk about?"
"Anything."
"In 1762, the Goblin's overtook the ministry demanding equality......." Half an hour later...
"Krum's caught the Snitch."
"Harry! Did you pay attention to a word I said?"
"Yes, in 1762, the Golins took over the ministry, wanting equality, in turn, there reign and control of Gringott's expanded."
"Oh my god, you were actually listening to me, what a surprise!"
"Why thank you and I usually do, unless I'm asleep, do you talk to me when I'm asleep?"
"Harry, are you going spare?"
"I just may be; you're the second, oh third person to ask me that today."
"I think you've been cooped in this room much too long, want to go for a fly?"
"Are my ears deceiving me? Is The Hermione Granger wanting to fly a broomstick?"
"Yes," she said through gritted teeth, "But that's only because I don't want to fail Defense."
"You can fly just fine, better then the ferret."
"Are you kidding?"
"Nope, and he's on his house Quidditich team."
"Okay then, let's go," she said through laughter.
The week before 'break' passed, it's now Friday, the usual afternoon of Defense class, or so they think.....
"Potter, Granger, take these," he handed both of them a backpack, with a sleeping bag attached.
Both just stared at him, 'What in the world are you going to do to us?' the big question on there minds.
"Okay, I want you both back here, in o say, twenty minutes, ready to go."
"Ready to go where, sir?" Hermione dared to ask.
"On your big assignment, what you've been working toward all year," he answered cryptically.
"Any suggestions of what to wear?"
"Your boots, many layers, t-shirt, long sleeve shirt, a jacket, maybe some shorts, long johns, jeans, maybe a hat, not sure what it'll be like when you get there, so be prepared."
"Alright sir..." and off they were, back in twenty minutes ready to go!
"Here's your portkey, good luck, an owl will bring a new one, Wednesday, to bring you back." The portkey is a compass, they grab on, with the packs on there backs, off to where ever it is there being sent.
Professor Dumbledore released statements to the media the next day. Announcing to the Wizarding World that Tom Marvalo Riddle, better known as the infamous Lord Voldemort was at long last no more, defeated by none other then 'The Boy Who Lived,' Harry Potter. Nothing about the defeat, how or where it happened was released, though Muggle's near Surrey did report, massive light works, the night of the defeat.
Per Dumbledore's orders, Harry was kept in the Head Dorms, rather then the circus of the hospital wing. Plus, it was quite obvious Harry wanted nothing to do with Tom Riddle, his body or otherwise, he wanted to be as far away as possible from the Dark Lord, so Madam Pomfrey, forced Harry to stay in bed in his dorm, to recuperate from his injuries: A broken right leg, fractured left shin, fractured right cheekbone, and numerous scrapes, scratches and bruises.
"How long do I have to stay in bed, Madam?"
"Until you are well, Mr. Potter," she replied sternly.
"But I can walk around now, I'm mobile now, why can't I leave my dorm? When can I? Are the papers and ministry still harassing Professor Dumbledore out there?"
"Mr. Potter, just rest young man, you just need to rest!"
Harry just scowled as she forced some potion or other down his throat, then left.
She left Harry to go back to reading his Transfiguration text, and Hermione's painstakingly done notes, from the last lesson.
"Ahh. When will they let me out of here? It's been a month, I can walk again, I can do whatever I need to, why can't they just let me go to classes? At least I've had defense, practical stuff, dueling in the dorm, how did Knightly get that approved, oh and his lectures, I wonder what he's planning, it seems like he's going to send us on something." He was interrupted.
"Are you going spare, Ickle Harrykins? Stuck in the dorm for far too long have you?"
"FRED! GEORGE! What are you doing here?"
"Come to save you from talking to yourself!"
"Keep you busy we are!"
"Why didn't you come weeks ago?"
"Finally got clearance, from our former oh so wonderful headmaster and the oh so stern head of house."
"That's great! What have you brought to entertain oh so bored me?" Harry jokiinglyy replied.
"Oh, haven't you ever heard of Quidditich in a can?"
"Huh?"
"Open this," and George handed over a can.
Harry pulled the tab and out sprang a Quidditich Pitch, with stands and the whole shabang!
"What now?" Harry asked staring at the players in drab gray uniforms.
"Pick a match, in the can should be a list of them."
"Whoa, our cup winning match from 93' is on here! How? Who created this?"
"We did! This dear Seeker is the prototype, we have now mass produced them, they'll be on sale to the public in June, and you have here in front of you a sneak peek. We have all of the Hogwarts matches since our coming to Hogwarts, the 94'World Cup, and are working on putting in many, many more, this only has a few, unlike the one that will be for sale to the public, it my friend, will have so much more!"
"This is brilliant! Have you shown Ron, yet?" Harry asked as he watched Oliver make a save, Fred or was it George pelt someone with a bludger and Katie score.
"No, we have not shown him yet, but as you know, his birthday last month, we've made a special one of these for him, every single Cannons match, ever! Can we leave it here for him?"
"WOW! He'll LOVE THAT! Yes, you can. Oh amazing!" as he watched himself catch the snitch.
"Well, we've been here long enough; don't want to leave the shop in the care of Tonks and Remus for too long."
"Alright, Thanks, this is bloody fantastic!"
About an hour later,"Harry, here's a note from McGonagall, where did that come from? What is it?" Hermione asked when she entered Harry's room, who was watching Ireland versus Bulgaria.
"Quidditich in a can. Fred and George brought it by, Thanks." as he took the note.
And he read it.
"FINALLY!" He jumped up and started doing a little dance, even going so far as hugging Hermione.
"What? What is it?"
"I can go back to attending classes, and being a regular student again, Monday!"
"That's great. You know the week after next is break, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"We have a project for Defense, then."
"Has he hinted at what it'll be yet?"
"No, but as you know he's been going on about it for ages!"
"I know, I just hope he doesn't try to kill us."
"Yeah, you've had enough of that lately."
"Oh, don't remind me."
"Sorry, I'll try not to."
"Thanks."
"BLOODY HELL!" Ron had of course entered. "Harry, what is that? Is that the94' World Cup!?"
"It is Ron. Here." He handed over the package from Fred and George.
"What's this?"
"Your Birthday present from Fred and George." He ripped open the packaging.
"Quidditich in a can? Is that what that is, Harry?" He asked gesturing to the match playing out on Harry's bed.
"Yep, there new invention."
"Is it out to the public yet?"
"No, not till June."
"Do they show one match? Or more then one?"
"Mine shows Hogwarts matches, and a few others."
"Do you know what mine does?"
"Chudley."
"REALLY!"
"Yes."
"Bye," and he was off, presumably to watch Cannon's matches.
"Obsessive is he?"
"I don't think it was such a good idea giving him that, N.E.W.T's are coming, I doubt he'll get a lick of studying done now."
Hermione stared at him, then asked,"Okay what have you done with Harry Potter? Where are you hiding him?"
Harry just laughed.
"What?"
"Maybe I've spent to much time with you O So Obsessive Studying One."
"Hey!"
"And I'm glad I'll pass all of my N.E.W.T's because of it!" He smiled.
"Well thank you."
"No, thank you!"
"Harry, Shut up!"
"Well, then you keep talking."
"And what shall I talk about?"
"Anything."
"In 1762, the Goblin's overtook the ministry demanding equality......." Half an hour later...
"Krum's caught the Snitch."
"Harry! Did you pay attention to a word I said?"
"Yes, in 1762, the Golins took over the ministry, wanting equality, in turn, there reign and control of Gringott's expanded."
"Oh my god, you were actually listening to me, what a surprise!"
"Why thank you and I usually do, unless I'm asleep, do you talk to me when I'm asleep?"
"Harry, are you going spare?"
"I just may be; you're the second, oh third person to ask me that today."
"I think you've been cooped in this room much too long, want to go for a fly?"
"Are my ears deceiving me? Is The Hermione Granger wanting to fly a broomstick?"
"Yes," she said through gritted teeth, "But that's only because I don't want to fail Defense."
"You can fly just fine, better then the ferret."
"Are you kidding?"
"Nope, and he's on his house Quidditich team."
"Okay then, let's go," she said through laughter.
The week before 'break' passed, it's now Friday, the usual afternoon of Defense class, or so they think.....
"Potter, Granger, take these," he handed both of them a backpack, with a sleeping bag attached.
Both just stared at him, 'What in the world are you going to do to us?' the big question on there minds.
"Okay, I want you both back here, in o say, twenty minutes, ready to go."
"Ready to go where, sir?" Hermione dared to ask.
"On your big assignment, what you've been working toward all year," he answered cryptically.
"Any suggestions of what to wear?"
"Your boots, many layers, t-shirt, long sleeve shirt, a jacket, maybe some shorts, long johns, jeans, maybe a hat, not sure what it'll be like when you get there, so be prepared."
"Alright sir..." and off they were, back in twenty minutes ready to go!
"Here's your portkey, good luck, an owl will bring a new one, Wednesday, to bring you back." The portkey is a compass, they grab on, with the packs on there backs, off to where ever it is there being sent.