Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and places, just the plot.

A/N: Gryffindor777, you are very perceptive. Yes, I will be telling you all about the OWL testing; they will be in this chapter. I will also work on my chapter transitions. Thanks for your review. I would also like to say that you probably wont get a chapter 'till next week because I have finals. (Ha ha, well I wrote that a while ago, and I was lazy; sorry guys) Oh- about professor Q... I'll explain. I would like to say that I researched a lot for this fic and now I've decided to change a few things, and experiment. The things I'll be changing wont effect the final product of it; it'll just change a few side stories. Ok y'all, here we go.

Ch. 7 And So It Begins

Harry opened his eyes to see the canopy of his bed. He had a dream, but he couldn't remember it... It was probably better that way, though his dreams would be important if he was going to go after Voldemort. Something jolted in Harry's brain as he remembered the prophecy. He had not told Ron and Hermione and he wasn't sure if he really wanted to.

He got out of bed, ready to start his first day of his sixth year. He found on his bedside table an envelope. It was addressed to him. He turned it over to find the Hogwarts seal. He opened it and it read as follows:

Dear Mr. Harry Potter,

We are sorry that we could not send you the results of your OWLs during the summer. Due to a few emergencies this summer, we thought it safer to give it to you in school. These are your results:

Charms:

Written: O

Practical: E

Transfiguration:

Written: E

Practical: A

Herbology: O

Defense Against the Dark Arts: O

Potions:

Written: A

Practical: O

Care of Magical Creatures: O

Astronomy:

Written: E

Practical: P

Divination: D

History of Magic: D

Harry looked at his failing grades. Divination was inevitable. He would have been surprised if he had gotten a P. Astronomy wasn't surprising either. All that had happened that night with Professor McGonagall and Hagrid. Then there was History of Magic. Harry didn't even want to think about what had happened that night. If only he had not fallen for what Voldemort had fed him. He fell right into the trap and it was his fault Sirius was there. He sighed and got out of bed. It was a good thing he had woken up early.

Ron and Hermione we already in the common room. The were fighting again apparently.

"Hermione, why are you being like this!?" Ron yelled.

"Ron, I don't have to show you anything," she replied. She clutched a piece of paper in her hand.

"Good morning then. . ." Harry said.

"Good morning, Harry," Hermione said to him.

"Hermione seems to think that we shouldn't share our OWL results," Ron explained.

"Well I got mine," Harry said handing his to them. He was not ashamed and he wasn't sure why Hermione was.

"See, Hermione? Harry and I are showing ours."

"That doesn't mean I have to."

"Oh, let me see what you got!" Ginny said as she came down the stairs and grabbed the paper right out of Hermione's hand. "Wow. . ." was all that Ginny could say.

"Gotcha!" Ron snatched it away. His eyes widened as he read it. Hermione had turned beet red. Ron looked up at her. "Why wouldn't you let us see this?"

"Because I didn't want to rub it in your faces! You know how everyone gets when I do well. I was trying to be modest."

Harry looked over Ron's shoulder. His jaw dropped.

All Os.

"Even for Astronomy!? Even when we were interrupted?"

"In all honesty Harry, I had finished before that. I was just checking my answers by that time. . ." She said. "But both of you did very well! Actually both of you have a lot of the same grades and you both managed 10 OWLs! That's great!"

"But that's nothing compared to your 13 Os. You cease to amaze me. I'm- I'm proud of you, Hermione." Ron said. Hermione absolutely glowed.

"Thanks Ron," she said.

"Yeah, I'm proud of you too," Harry smiled. He really was happy for her. She deserved it. And it was her nagging that was probably the only reason he did as well as he did.

They all headed down to the Great Hall for their schedules and breakfast of course.

"We have defense against the dark arts first," Ron spit with a full mouth.

"Ron!" Hermione scolded.

When they entered the class room they noticed a change in decor. The desks and chairs were arranged in a circle. Most of the students were there already. They were seated and chattering about the new professor and OWLs. They were silenced the moment Professor Quirrell stepped in. He walked to the center of the room through a gap between the chairs and spun around to get a good look at all of them. Then he smiled. "Welcome to your sixth year of defense against the dark arts. Congratulations on getting this far." He turned again. "I am Professor Quirrell as you all already know. You would have had my brother in your first year. He past away as you again already know."

Harry could defiantly see the resemblance, but the man standing before him was much more good looking. That was why all the girls giggled when they saw him. He was also probably younger. This was the brother of a man that tried to kill him. Harry really had to trust Dumbledore on this one.

A/N: Yay! Another chapter done. How did you like it? Please let me know if there is anything in here that you don't like. I'd really like to know. Just be nice about it.

Here is the grading scale in case you forgot. It took me almost an hour to find it in the book (See? This is what I do for you guys. I research.)

O- Oustanding

E- Exceeds Expectations

A- Acceptable

P- Poor

D- Dreadful

?T- Troll

Acceptable is the last passing grade and Troll may have only been a joke of Georges, so I'm not sure.

Until next time!

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