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Disclaimer: Harry and Co are J.K. Rowling's, I'm just playing around with characters.
THE FAMOUS HARRY POTTER
As the train reached its end station, and only stop, Harry became very aware that he was now, once more, the talk of the school. As he, Ron and Hermione got off the train students immediately began whispering amongst themselves, pointing and staring at him. Ron and Hermione dragged him with them away from the crowd, Harry felt his temper rising.
"That's just what I need" he muttered angrily.
"Harry, it'll pass, they'll grow tired..."
"Yeah, and if they do that in the same pace as last year, it'll take a year or so..."
Harry felt like taking the train back, spend this year in Melinda's house. She could probably teach him everything he needed to know.
"Come on, Harry" Ron said. "It will pass. I think that as soon as we get to the great hall, people will start discussing who's going to be our defence against the dark arts teacher."
Harry muttered something, Hermione sighed.
"Oh, come on, at least this time people are on your side. I mean, it's not as if everyone thinks you're crazy this time." She said.
"I just... Forget it" he mumbled and started to walk towards the carriages.
Suddenly, Harry heard a familiar voice.
"First-years, over 'ere! First-years... Oh, hello Harry, Hermione, Ron. Alright there?"
Harry looked up at Hagrid, who was smiling at them as he approached them.
"Hi Hagrid" Harry said and smiled.
"Had a good summer?" Hagrid asked.
They all nodded and smiled back at him, and after nodding at them he lead the first year students to the boats. Harry, Hermione and Ron walked to an unoccupied carriage and soon, they reached Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry.
As they got out, Harry heard a familiar voice.
"Well, well, thought you wouldn't show this year, Potter."
Harry turned around and looked at Draco Malfoy, his bodyguards Crabbe and Goyle standing on his left and right side. Students had stopped and first- years took a good look at Harry. He was smirking, Harry just looked at him.
"Why would you think something like that, Malfoy? And oh, congratulations, so that brain of yours is actually working. Your mum must be very proud, not to mention your fowl father."
"You're dead, Potter" Malfoy sneered as he Crabbe and Goyle went past them.
"Well, I can't very well be dead, since I'm still standing here." Harry said loudly.
Hermione frowned.
"You know, he's really lost his touch."
"Well, let's just hope he stays that way" Harry said and went inside.
Hermione and Ron had to stay and help the first-years, so Harry went into the great hall and sat down at the table by Neville Longbottom and Ginny Weasley. He looked up, saw that the chair where the defence against the dark arts teacher would usually sit was empty. Then he looked up at Dumbledore, who smiled at him.
He had been pointed at and people were undoubtedly discussing him. He tried not to think about it. It would stop, at some point. There had to be other things to talk about.
Ron and Hermione turned up a while later, and sat down with Harry. They watched the sorting, while quietly discussing the fact that there did not seem to be a DADA teacher.
Then suddenly, after every first year had been sorted into one of the four houses by the sorting hat, the doors opened and in came a tall man. Every girl in the hall looked at him and whispered amongst themselves as he walked by. He was good-looking, a bit pale though and had long black hair that was gathered in a ponytail on his back and his eyes were dark blue.
"I apologize, Headmaster" he said and bowed in front of Dumbledore. "I was delayed."
"That's all right, Aidan. You were just in time. I would like you all to welcome your new defence against the dark arts teacher, Professor Aidan Gallagher."
The wizard turned around and nodded at them and then sat down on the empty seat. There were applauds and girls all around the hall looked at him dreamily, except for Hermione. Harry looked at Ron, who looked a bit annoyed.
"Is this going to be the new Gilderoy Lockheart?" he asked Harry.
"I don't think so, Ron" Harry said. "Anyways, I'm just glad it's not Umbridge."
Snape was not glaring at the new as he usually would, but he didn't exactly look pleased either, Harry thought.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, new comers! And to our old hands – welcome back!" Professor Dumbledore said and got up from his chair. "I would like to say a few words before we tuck in, I know this is not custom. This year is indeed going to be very different from recent years. As Voldemort has indeed returned (There were a few gasps in the hall as Dumbledore said his name), things will be a bit different. Know that every new rule is for your protection. Don't go wonder alone outside the school."
The hall was quiet.
"And now some usual start of the term notices. First years ought to know that the Forest in the grounds is out-of-bounds to students. Some of our older students ought to pay attention to that rule as well" Dumbledore said looking at Harry, Hermione and Ron with a kind smile on his face. "But I have talked long enough, let us tuck in!"
He clapped his hands and the tables filled with food. All students began to tuck in and the hall was now full of voices. Harry looked at the new teacher, and as he did he noticed that professor Gallagher had been looking at him.
"So I guess we won't need the DA this year, or what do you reckon, Harry?" Neville asked, looking at the new professor as well.
"I don't think we do" Harry said.
"But maybe we could get together and practise anyway" Ginny said who had been listening in on their conversation. "I mean, with Voldemort back and all, a little extra practise won't hurt."
Harry looked up at her.
"We'll see" Harry just said and started to eat.
Ron and Harry sat in the common room after the dinner, in front of the fire, looking at their schedules. They both had realized that this year was going to be really hard. They started their first day with a double lesson in Potions with professor Snape, and then they had defence against the dark arts. Hermione joined them a while later.
"So, how are your schedules?" she asked as she sat down.
"We'll be busy enough" Ron said gloomily. "I wish you didn't have to know potions in order to become an auror, otherwise I would have dropped that class."
"Potions is a very useful class anyhow. Wouldn't it be a good thing if you got poisoned and could whip up an antidote or at least know what you've been poisoned by?" Hermione said.
"Well, if that should happen, I'll just contact you" Ron said smiling.
Hermione sighed heavily.
"You're hopeless. So, what do you think, Harry?"
"Hey, what, you wouldn't help me if I got poisoned?" Ron asked.
Hermione glared at him.
"Of course I would help, but what if I'm too far away to get to you in time?"
"You could always disapparate" Ron said bluntly.
"Could we save this intriguing discussion for another day?" Hermione said.
"Fine" Ron said.
Harry sighed.
"I'm going to bed" he said.
Then he got up and walked to the bedroom he shared with Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan and Ron. They were going to bed as well, and they greeted Harry as usual.
Harry lay awake for a while, after a while the others had fallen asleep, he heard them snoring. He tried to empty his mind, but it didn't go too well. There was too much to think about. What was Voldemort planning this time? What was he after? Except for Harry, of course... Where was he going to strike next?
With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Harry fell asleep. At first dreaming of what had happened in the ministry last spring. Sirius calling his name, telling him to get out. He heard Bellatrix Lestrange's laugh and saw Voldemort's red eyes. But then suddenly, Harry was on a seemingly endless field, the sun shining on his face. He was sitting under a tree, birds were singing, and everything was calm. The sky above him was clear blue, Hermione and Ron sat beside him, smiling and laughing. And Harry suddenly felt such serenity, such inner peace... Then he saw Melinda walking towards him, smiling and reaching out her hand to him. As he reached out for her hand when she suddenly said:
"Harry, wake up"
But the voice he had heard wasn't hers, it was Ron's. Harry opened his eyes and reached for his glasses; Ron was standing by his bed.
"Breakfast" he just mumbled tiredly and started to get dressed while muttering something about hating mornings and potions.
Harry had never been sorrier to wake up, For once; he had had a good dream. But he felt refreshed and awake, which was good since they had potions directly after breakfast...
End of chapter 7
Well... It might take me a while to write the next chapter, I'm sort of having problems getting the story together... Please review.
Disclaimer: Harry and Co are J.K. Rowling's, I'm just playing around with characters.
THE FAMOUS HARRY POTTER
As the train reached its end station, and only stop, Harry became very aware that he was now, once more, the talk of the school. As he, Ron and Hermione got off the train students immediately began whispering amongst themselves, pointing and staring at him. Ron and Hermione dragged him with them away from the crowd, Harry felt his temper rising.
"That's just what I need" he muttered angrily.
"Harry, it'll pass, they'll grow tired..."
"Yeah, and if they do that in the same pace as last year, it'll take a year or so..."
Harry felt like taking the train back, spend this year in Melinda's house. She could probably teach him everything he needed to know.
"Come on, Harry" Ron said. "It will pass. I think that as soon as we get to the great hall, people will start discussing who's going to be our defence against the dark arts teacher."
Harry muttered something, Hermione sighed.
"Oh, come on, at least this time people are on your side. I mean, it's not as if everyone thinks you're crazy this time." She said.
"I just... Forget it" he mumbled and started to walk towards the carriages.
Suddenly, Harry heard a familiar voice.
"First-years, over 'ere! First-years... Oh, hello Harry, Hermione, Ron. Alright there?"
Harry looked up at Hagrid, who was smiling at them as he approached them.
"Hi Hagrid" Harry said and smiled.
"Had a good summer?" Hagrid asked.
They all nodded and smiled back at him, and after nodding at them he lead the first year students to the boats. Harry, Hermione and Ron walked to an unoccupied carriage and soon, they reached Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry.
As they got out, Harry heard a familiar voice.
"Well, well, thought you wouldn't show this year, Potter."
Harry turned around and looked at Draco Malfoy, his bodyguards Crabbe and Goyle standing on his left and right side. Students had stopped and first- years took a good look at Harry. He was smirking, Harry just looked at him.
"Why would you think something like that, Malfoy? And oh, congratulations, so that brain of yours is actually working. Your mum must be very proud, not to mention your fowl father."
"You're dead, Potter" Malfoy sneered as he Crabbe and Goyle went past them.
"Well, I can't very well be dead, since I'm still standing here." Harry said loudly.
Hermione frowned.
"You know, he's really lost his touch."
"Well, let's just hope he stays that way" Harry said and went inside.
Hermione and Ron had to stay and help the first-years, so Harry went into the great hall and sat down at the table by Neville Longbottom and Ginny Weasley. He looked up, saw that the chair where the defence against the dark arts teacher would usually sit was empty. Then he looked up at Dumbledore, who smiled at him.
He had been pointed at and people were undoubtedly discussing him. He tried not to think about it. It would stop, at some point. There had to be other things to talk about.
Ron and Hermione turned up a while later, and sat down with Harry. They watched the sorting, while quietly discussing the fact that there did not seem to be a DADA teacher.
Then suddenly, after every first year had been sorted into one of the four houses by the sorting hat, the doors opened and in came a tall man. Every girl in the hall looked at him and whispered amongst themselves as he walked by. He was good-looking, a bit pale though and had long black hair that was gathered in a ponytail on his back and his eyes were dark blue.
"I apologize, Headmaster" he said and bowed in front of Dumbledore. "I was delayed."
"That's all right, Aidan. You were just in time. I would like you all to welcome your new defence against the dark arts teacher, Professor Aidan Gallagher."
The wizard turned around and nodded at them and then sat down on the empty seat. There were applauds and girls all around the hall looked at him dreamily, except for Hermione. Harry looked at Ron, who looked a bit annoyed.
"Is this going to be the new Gilderoy Lockheart?" he asked Harry.
"I don't think so, Ron" Harry said. "Anyways, I'm just glad it's not Umbridge."
Snape was not glaring at the new as he usually would, but he didn't exactly look pleased either, Harry thought.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, new comers! And to our old hands – welcome back!" Professor Dumbledore said and got up from his chair. "I would like to say a few words before we tuck in, I know this is not custom. This year is indeed going to be very different from recent years. As Voldemort has indeed returned (There were a few gasps in the hall as Dumbledore said his name), things will be a bit different. Know that every new rule is for your protection. Don't go wonder alone outside the school."
The hall was quiet.
"And now some usual start of the term notices. First years ought to know that the Forest in the grounds is out-of-bounds to students. Some of our older students ought to pay attention to that rule as well" Dumbledore said looking at Harry, Hermione and Ron with a kind smile on his face. "But I have talked long enough, let us tuck in!"
He clapped his hands and the tables filled with food. All students began to tuck in and the hall was now full of voices. Harry looked at the new teacher, and as he did he noticed that professor Gallagher had been looking at him.
"So I guess we won't need the DA this year, or what do you reckon, Harry?" Neville asked, looking at the new professor as well.
"I don't think we do" Harry said.
"But maybe we could get together and practise anyway" Ginny said who had been listening in on their conversation. "I mean, with Voldemort back and all, a little extra practise won't hurt."
Harry looked up at her.
"We'll see" Harry just said and started to eat.
Ron and Harry sat in the common room after the dinner, in front of the fire, looking at their schedules. They both had realized that this year was going to be really hard. They started their first day with a double lesson in Potions with professor Snape, and then they had defence against the dark arts. Hermione joined them a while later.
"So, how are your schedules?" she asked as she sat down.
"We'll be busy enough" Ron said gloomily. "I wish you didn't have to know potions in order to become an auror, otherwise I would have dropped that class."
"Potions is a very useful class anyhow. Wouldn't it be a good thing if you got poisoned and could whip up an antidote or at least know what you've been poisoned by?" Hermione said.
"Well, if that should happen, I'll just contact you" Ron said smiling.
Hermione sighed heavily.
"You're hopeless. So, what do you think, Harry?"
"Hey, what, you wouldn't help me if I got poisoned?" Ron asked.
Hermione glared at him.
"Of course I would help, but what if I'm too far away to get to you in time?"
"You could always disapparate" Ron said bluntly.
"Could we save this intriguing discussion for another day?" Hermione said.
"Fine" Ron said.
Harry sighed.
"I'm going to bed" he said.
Then he got up and walked to the bedroom he shared with Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan and Ron. They were going to bed as well, and they greeted Harry as usual.
Harry lay awake for a while, after a while the others had fallen asleep, he heard them snoring. He tried to empty his mind, but it didn't go too well. There was too much to think about. What was Voldemort planning this time? What was he after? Except for Harry, of course... Where was he going to strike next?
With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Harry fell asleep. At first dreaming of what had happened in the ministry last spring. Sirius calling his name, telling him to get out. He heard Bellatrix Lestrange's laugh and saw Voldemort's red eyes. But then suddenly, Harry was on a seemingly endless field, the sun shining on his face. He was sitting under a tree, birds were singing, and everything was calm. The sky above him was clear blue, Hermione and Ron sat beside him, smiling and laughing. And Harry suddenly felt such serenity, such inner peace... Then he saw Melinda walking towards him, smiling and reaching out her hand to him. As he reached out for her hand when she suddenly said:
"Harry, wake up"
But the voice he had heard wasn't hers, it was Ron's. Harry opened his eyes and reached for his glasses; Ron was standing by his bed.
"Breakfast" he just mumbled tiredly and started to get dressed while muttering something about hating mornings and potions.
Harry had never been sorrier to wake up, For once; he had had a good dream. But he felt refreshed and awake, which was good since they had potions directly after breakfast...
End of chapter 7
Well... It might take me a while to write the next chapter, I'm sort of having problems getting the story together... Please review.