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Chapter 6 Back to Hogwarts- Early?
Harry dashed up to Ron and told him everything, as always. And, as always, Ron looked flabbergasted.
"Wow, that's cool Harry. Maybe you could bring back Sirius." he replied jokingly, he thought that bringing back the dead was impossible and that Harry was exaggerating. (A/N-we all know how his jokes turn out-hint hint)
It seemed to have just hit Harry that he could bring back his parents and Sirius. It obviously had some effect, for he didn't notice that Ron's voice was dripping with sarcasm. He got that old gleam back in his eyes. "Ron, I could bring back my mom and dad too. I could even heal the Longbottoms!" he exclaimed.
"Harry, I was JOKING!! The only way you will bring back the dead is if Neville Longbottom becomes a straight O student!" Ron said, looking incredulous. (A/N-again, we all know RonJ )
"Dumbledore said that I probably inherited those traits. My mom had them, so it is possible." Harry retorted defensively.
"You're just up in the clouds because you have yet more new powers! Get over yourself. I doubt very seriously if you'll ever bring back the dead!!!" Ron yelled angrily, yet again jealous of his best friend.
"If you're going to be this way, fine, just LEAVE ME ALONE!!" Harry yelled back.
"I will, you go brag to someone else, I don't want to hear it anymore!!!" Ron screamed, slamming his door swiftly behind him. The two no longer had to share a room with Percy gone. Harry slept in the smug older brother's room.
"Harry, Ron, come down here. It's time to go." Mr. Weasley hollered up the stairs.
"As long as I don't have to share a portkey with him!" they shouted angrily in unison, then proceeded to glare at one another that clearly said 'how dare you say that'.
"What in Merlin's name is wrong with you two?" Mrs. Weasley asked, clearly exasperated with the teenagers' mood swings.
"Nothing!" they spat, again glaring spitefully at the other for speaking in unison.
"Well, we better hit the air if we want to arrive at Hogwarts before ten." Dumbledore announced as he glanced at his strange watch. It had no numbers, but had planets swirling around the edges.
They latched onto port keys, Mr. Weasley, Ron, Fred, George, and Professor McGonagall to the old newspaper and Mrs. Weasley, Harry, Ginny, and Professor Dumbledore to the old boot.
"Four, three, two, one." Dumbledore counted.
They all felt as if someone had jerked their navels and were off, speeding over the deserted country side at the speed of light.
The strange party landed in the Great Hall where Dumbledore informed Harry and Ron that their password was Voldemort, as a fresh ploy to get people to use his name and not the You-Know-Who rubbish. Ron and Harry gave in towards their exhaustion and headed up the stairs, though Harry determinedly stayed about forty yards (about forty meters) behind Ron.
When they got to the common room Hermione jumped up and grabbed Ron in a huge hug and even pecked him on the cheek and then continued to hug Harry, though not as thoroughly. Harry went up to bed, but Ron didn't. He stayed with Hermione.
The next morning was Tuesday so Harry awoke early. He had Eye Transfiguration at nine and was up at half past seven so he could get ready and eat breakfast. When he got down to the common room, he found that Ron and Hermione were locked in a tight embrace, but asleep.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing????" he yelled incredulously, startling both so they awoke and blushed crimson.
"Ummm, we kinda decided to errrr, start dating. We got caught up in talking and fell asleep." Hermione stated nervously, she had been afraid of Harry's reaction and of the effect it would have on the inseparable threesome.
"If you were just talking, then why in Merlin's name were you two wrapped together so tightly??" Harry demanded, still angry at Ron for being so ignorant, though he couldn't help smiling wickedly.
"Errrr, we did more than talk." Hermione confessed. "We kissed a good bit as well." she admitted, blushing for the second time in two minutes.
"I don't have time to deal with this. I have to go to breakfast so I'm not late to my lessons." Harry said exasperated with the two of them. Though he noticed that Hermione had matured a great deal. Her normal bushy hair had grown wavy over the summer and her chest had developed a great deal. He also noticed that her style of dress was both more sophisticated but also showed a lot more skin. 'God, she and Ron are perfect for each other,' he thought. Then he remembered that he had to eat before lessons and rushed down to breakfast.
He hurriedly ate and dashed back up to the dormitory to get his things, which surprised him as he noticed that there was a special book written for those learning to control wandless transfiguration, and flew (not literally) to McGonagall's class. He was five minutes early, but as he was the only pupil, they got started right away.
"First, I want it be known Potter, that this is just like my regular classes. You will be assigned homework which you are expected to complete, and you will pay attention in my class. Just as in your first lesson, you will have to take notes first." Minerva said as she waved toward the blackboard and notes appeared.
Harry quickly took them down and his first assignment was to turn a match into a needle. He succeeded after approximately ten attempts, which Professor McGonagall found very impressive. She said that it had taken his mother about ten as well and she mastered the skill as a whole in three months. Professor McGonagall also said that if he continued on the right track, he would have special one-on-one Transfiguration Lessons instead of continuing to use a wand when he clearly had other talents.
They proceeded to changing beetles to buttons and mice to rats by the time the lesson had ended.
"Your assignment is a roll of parchment on the theory of Eye Transfiguration due Friday. I am very pleased with your progress, continue on this track and you'll live up to and beyond what your namesake gives you." she said proudly.
Harry rushed to his dormitory and found a book entitled HEALING WITH THE EYES by Dilys Derwent and hurried off to the Hospital Wing. After taking several pages of notes (the teachers do seem rather fond of them don't they?), Madame Pomfrey took a beetle out of a glass jar and said she had broken its leg but that it was on minute painkillers (She doesn't like ANYTHING suffering, not even insects) and told Harry to attempt to fix it. He managed in twenty times which Madame Pomfrey insisted was very good, for this art was among the more difficult to master. She too assigned a roll of parchment, but on the theory of eye healing.
The lesson ended and Harry made his way slowly to lunch, physically drained from his classes. Hermione greeted him at the front of the Great Hall and helped him to his seat. Upon arrival to their table, she swiftly kissed Ron and sat next to him, secretly hoping Harry would leave soon so the two of them could be alone. Harry saw the mischief in his friend's eyes and ate quickly then left the Great Hall for the library where he worked on his essays.
Harry hurried up to the dormitory and grabbed his Occulmency things, which, again, contained a book that he was not aware he had.
"We are going to start fresh, at the same place we started last time." Snape barked angrily, he had thought he had finally gotten rid of the one-on-one lessons with Harry, instead they'd been increased.
"Yes….Sir" he added quickly as he saw Snape's lip tighten in anger.
"This time we will start with notes." Snape said with a careless wave of his wand to the blackboard.
Harry quickly copied them down, not wanting to make waves with his least favorite teacher. As soon as he'd finished, he let the fact be known and they started practice again. This time, however, Harry cleared his mind, knowing the sooner he mastered the skill, the sooner his extra lessons with Snape would end. After three tries, he succeeded, much to Snape's amazement, but of course the bastard didn't show it or praise Harry in any way, shape or form. They just kept practicing until Harry passed out from the strain. Snape announced that he wanted two rolls of parchment on the theory behind Occlumency due Thursday.
Harry walked back to his dormitory yet again to retrieve his supplies for Dumbledore's class. Dumbledore's class was in his office and he too had Harry copy notes down before they did anything else. Then he got a glass jar which contained a dead fly and told Harry to try to bring it back to life. After several tries, he passed out and came to with the help of Ennerverate! Dumbledore gave him chocolate and assigned two rolls of parchment on the theory of Bringing Back the Dead due Saturday.
Harry walked to the Great Hall and devoured his food hungrily then walked to the library to do Snape's essay because it was due sooner than Dumbledore's. After he finished the essay, he treaded the familiar path to the common room.
When he walked in, he saw Ron and Hermione snogging in one of the big squashy armchairs by the fireplace and nearly passed out again.
A/N thanks to potter4prez, volleypickle16, and Tanydwr for reviewing ch. 5.
You'll find out Harry's reaction in ch. 6. grins evilly.
Bye for now
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