Ok, fifth chapter. Please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own any character except Phoebe Tonks, who prolly wont be in this chapter anyway.

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The next few days went by fine. One day, Harry woke up to Hedwig's hooting. Finally, Hagrid had written back.

"Harry,

I'm coming to visit you very soon. On important business with Olympe at the moment, be back soon, though,

Hagrid"

That made Harry happy, even though Hagrid hadn't said exactly when he was coming. By the day, though, Hermione seemed to get angrier at Harry for frivolous things and Cho seemed to get more depressed. Ron seemed clueless to all of this, but Ginny seemed to try and ignore it.

"Potter, can I have a word?" asked a low, soft voice.

Harry spun around. He saw but he didn't believe. Why was Snape here?

"Fine," Harry replied and followed the potions master.

"Your OWLS," Snape began. Harry noticed his eyes looked surprised and astonished, "You haven't, by any chance, received the results yet?"

Harry shook his head, "No, Sir, the results haven't came to any of us yet."

"That's what I thought," Snape nodded, "Well, I better cut to it. Even though last year you were, by far, my worst pupil, you managed to scrape the best result out of all of your class."

Harry raised his eyebrows. That was, he supposed, good news. Infact, he was so delighted at this news, he could have hugged Snape.

"That's…that's good, Professor," Harry said weakly. No way did he ever expect this.

"Yes, it is," replied Snape hurriedly, "That's beside the point, though. I want to know if you are intending on taking potions for your NEWTS?"

Harry pondered this, "Well, yes Professor, I was thinking that if I got the scores, I would."

"That's good," Snape replied calmly. Harry was starting to worry-where had his loathing look everytime he saw Harry's face gone? "And the others in your year? Have any of them decided yet?"

"Um…well, Ron and Hermione haven't said…" Harry replied thoughtfully, "And Phoebe's gone off somewhere a few days ago with Kingsley and she hasn't been back since…and I haven't seen the others since the end of term."

"Ok," Snape replied, "Ok. Then, Potter, I will welcome you in my class. Good day."

He swept off. Harry was still scared of this. Snape, welcome Harry in his class? Harry doubted it. Was Snape sick or something?

Harry shrugged it off and went to find Ron and the others.

"Were you just talking to who I think you were?" asked Ron, craning his neck to see if Snape was still there.

Harry nodded, "He seemed…weird…"

"I know," Ginny piped up, "He's being nice to us today. I mean, he actually gave us Chocolate Frogs."

"You sure they weren't poisoned?" asked Harry, narrowing his eyes slightly. He wouldn't put it past Snape.

"I didn't eat them," Ginny said quickly, blushing slightly, "But Ron did…and he's ok, aren't you?"

Ron's tongue suddenly stuck out the side of his mouth and he started making retching noises. Just as quick as he started, he stopped.

"Yeah, ofcourse I'm ok," he grinned.

Ginny shot her brother a deathly glare.

"Don't do that," she hissed.

Ron rolled his eyes, "Anyway," he said, turning to Harry, "We were thinking about going out to the back yard. Dumbledore said they had pegasus horses out there."

"Did you see the size of the ones Madame Maxime had last year?" asked Harry, his eyes beginning to bulge, "If you expect me to get on one of those your-"

"No," Ron said quickly, "These are the size of normal horses…or so Dumbledore says…"

"Indeed, these horses are no bigger than your average horse," a warm voice said.

Harry turned his head around and saw their headmaster standing there.

"Oh…" Harry replied, not really knowing what to say.

"And they are all very much tame," Dumbledore continued, sitting down, "So if you feel like going for a fly on them, feel free. The meadow out the back is protected by the same magic as the manor."

"Ok then," Harry nodded, "Maybe I will go…I won't fall off, will I?"

Harry remembered how, once upon a time, Mrs Figg, a kindly old woman who was the very reason he actually got back to Hogwarts last year, had brought him to the Zoo because she had felt sorry for him. He had been only around five at the time. She had paid for him to go on a pony ride, but unfortunately, Harry hadn't held on properly and had found himself tumbling off its back the very second it had started to move.

Dumbledore laughed, his blue eyes twinkling, "No, these pegasus wont let you. They're trained, you know."

Ginny stood up quickly and started to walk impatiently around, "What are we waiting for, then?"

Harry sighed. What was he getting himself in for?

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The meadow was beautiful, there was no other explanation for it. The grass was of the greenest he'd ever seen, the trees stood proudly in various spots. All Willows, Harry noted. There were small, red roses growing along an extremely tall wall which ivy clung too. On the other side, there were stables. There must have been hundreds, because they extended to the other end of the meadow. Out of each two parted door, a beautiful horses head was looking out. Some were white in colour, some dapple-grey. Others were pure black and some were brown. Harry thought that even though all of the horses were beautiful, the pure black ones were most beautiful. Harry noticed that there were names stapled above each stable. As he walked up to pet some of the horses and take a look at exactly how far these stables went to, he noticed that there were other coloured horses, too. Palominos, appaloosas, piebalds, you name it they were there.

"So, will we take some out?" asked Ginny. She was positively dancing with excitement.

"S'pose," Harry replied nervously.

Ginny walked up to a white horse, who's name, Harry noticed, was Thunder. Ginny opened the door and led her out. She already had her tack (A/N: saddle, etc) on so Ginny scrambled up on her. Thunder started to fly immediately.

Ron watched Ginny, mesmerised, while Hermione and Cho walked up to the stables, too. Cho chose an appaloosa who's name was Spot. Hermione chose a palomino called Treasure. Both already had their tack on, too and both girls flew up to Ginny and Thunder.

Harry and Ron exclaimed exasperated glances, but walked up to the stables too. Ron took out a dapple-grey horse called Pebble and Harry took out a brown horse called Blitzen. Both of them followed the girls in taking the horses up to Ginny.

It was a strange sensation, flying by horse. It was most unlike flying by broomstick. It was unlike flying by Thestral, too, as there were no bones to distract Harry. Straight away, Harry lost his fear of horses and started to enjoy this great way of flying.

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Yay! Two chapters for the price of one! LOL! I want to warn you, I'm going away on Friday for a week, so there wont be any updates till I get back. Please review!