Author: mony2208
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 'In the past decade, the indications have been that wizard kind is living through nothing more than a brief calm between two wars' as Firenze said in Divination class, fifth year … In Harry Potter's 6th year, will this 'brief calm' end and the 2nd war finally begin? Will he have the power to become the murderer or the murdered? … All that can be said is Harry's sixth year proves to be his most difficult yet, with his connection with Voldemort growing stronger everybody and his worst nightmares haunting him at every turn. Ootp spoilers.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Forewords: Well whaddya know I updated within a week … well by the end of the week that is. Uni has been pretty boring for me so I decided to update sooner. Who knows, I might even have my other story updated in the next day or so as well.
Harry Potter and the Green Flame Torch
Chapter Three
Venturing forth
Once again, Harry found himself in his room, writing furiously on another piece of parchment. This time, it took him a couple of days to get what he wanted right. Only the sheer hatred of Fudge's idiocy kept him dedicated to the task, as Harry was determined to get Fudge to listen, no matter what happened to the Minister. Getting him fired was the least of Harry's worries.
He was so relentless in this work that during this time he didn't bother coming down to eat at mealtimes, only occasionally raiding the fridge for leftovers. Food didn't matter to him as much anymore. Not to mention ever since he returned from his little outburst with Uncle Vernon, he had made sure to steer clear of all the Dursleys.
It was obvious how much Uncle Vernon longed to punish him - locking up his school things (and him), cutting back on his food rations and so on. What was really unfortunate for Uncle Vernon was the ever-looming threat over his head.
Unfortunately, Harry now had a threat hanging over his own head too. Sometime in between his work and the incident with Uncle Vernon, Moody and Lupin had sent him a letter of disapproval. In it they had reproached Harry for leaving the sanctity of his house, and that if it happened again in the future, they wouldn't hesitate to lock him up in the house. They hadn't even tried to listen to his side of the story. Harry wouldn't really have cared though, if it weren't for Lupin's parting words.
… Your parents risked all to save you. As I have said before, are little things liketaking a walk outside for instance, worth their lives, and Sirius's? ...
Harry had contemptibly thrown the letter aside at that last mention of his godfather. Like he needed to be reminded of any more guilt. Hadn't he had enough to last a lifetime?
Still, he had listened; content to remain in his room, writing what would hopefully end up being an article in the Daily Prophet.
But now, two days and an article later, Harry was at a loss for what to do. He desperately needed some solace in doing something, he just didn't know what.
It was perhaps lucky for Harry that Aunt Petunia noticed his growing restlessness as he walked up and down the house and assigned him some chores to do. He spent the next afternoon immersing himself in all the day-to-day chores he used to do round the house until starting at Hogwarts. He cooked dinner, and cleaned the house, until all that was left was his own room, which he left untouched. Messy was how he liked it, and messy it would remain – plus, he couldn't help but revel in Aunt Petunia's apparent disgust that her house wasn't completely perfect.
After only picking at his dinner that night, before retreating upstairs to his room, Harry crossed off another day on the calendar. He realised that there were only 9 days until his birthday. Would he go back to the Order before then? Would he see Hermione and Ron soon?
Now onto the subject of Ron and Hermione, Harry began to wonder why neither had written in the past few days. He would have expected Hermione to tell him of her OWL scores immediately. Had they been told not to write him because of what he did?
He had spoken too soon, because at that very moment, Pig came barrelling in through the window with two letters. Giving a sigh of relief, Harry untied the two letters, and offered Pig some water before he went on his way. The first letter he opened was from Ron.
Hey Harry,
How did you go in your OWL's? I ended up getting 6. Can you believe it? It's the same as Fred and George's scores combined. Not that they care of course. They reckon I'm gonna turn out like Percy. Mum, on the other hand is real pleased. She started rambling on about another scholar in the family. Maybe I'll be able to get something else off her for it?
Hermione isn't happy with me though ... been ranting at me ever since she got her blasted letter. She got 10 OWL's (9 Outstanding's mind you), and she's not even satisfied with that. Almost had a heart attack when she found out she only got an Acceptable in Astronomy. You thought my mother was bad ... you should listen to Hermione. I reckon she could even give that old hag (you know who I'm talking about) a run for her money.
Listen, I know things must be pretty boring over there with the Muggles. We're trying to get them to let you leave early ... it's just not easy. Hang in there, and we'll tell you everything when we see you.
Ron
P.S. I was listening with the twins' Extendable Ears a few nights ago, and I heard that your Quidditch ban has been dropped ... and Dumbledore's got your Firebolt. How excellent is that? We'll get to play together again! Oh, you just can't let on that you know though. Act surprised when they tell you.
Harry suppressed a laugh as he finished the letter, imagining Ron hiding out with Buckbeak, whilst Hermione was on a rampage about the OWL results. That was definitely one thing he did not envy Ron for.
Even more exciting for him was the fact that he would be allowed to play Quidditch again. When Ginny had mentioned last year that Harry would replace her as seeker again when Umbridge would leave, he had found it hard to remain optimistic … more so when the ugly hag had bolted his Firebolt down in the dungeons. It had almost felt like there was no hope to ever get his broom back. But this - it was so amazing to hear now. How he yearned to get back up into the air, twisting, turning, diving.
His eyes closed briefly, and for a moment, felt as if he really was flying up in the air. It was probably the only thing that he could always do to get his mind off things - maybe even Sirius.
He opened his eyes reluctantly, and reached for Hermione's letter. It was pretty much as he expected.
Harry,
Can you believe that they didn't do anything about our Astronomy scores? I mean, they shouldn't have even allowed the exam to go on after everything that had happened. When I found out I only received an Acceptable, I was so upset. I was aiming towards perfect scores in everything. I'm sure Ron's already told you, but I received 10 OWL's, and he only got 6. I told him to do more studying, but that's what you get when you don't study sooner. I'm sure the same applies for you. How did you go with your OWL's? Did you get the scores needed to get into the classes to become an Auror?
Ron and I already have the list of classes we can enrol in. Yours will be coming by owl shortly, or so I've heard. I do hope you choose better than Ron would have done if I weren't here. Honestly, if it wasn't for me watching over him, the only smart thing he would have done is drop Divination!
Anyway, we can't tell you much else, except I hope I see you soon. If I don't, we'll all be sure to send you your birthday presents.
Love
Hermione
Harry apprehensively put down the letter, all the while thinking what Hermione was going to say if she found out he had only one more OWL than Ron? Maybe he should delay Hermione's letter a bit? Nah, that wouldn't work. Ron and Hermione were together at the Headquarters. He sighed, shooing Pig out the window and then dumped the letters on the ground. He'd write them both letters later on when he could actually think of something to write back. Though now that he had finished reading the letters, he had nothing to do again, and he really didn't want to go to sleep. Nonetheless, he leant against the back of his bed, allowing himself to drift away into his thoughts.
He felt a little bit guilty that he hadn't yet told anyone about his letter to Fudge about Sirius, or the one to the Daily Prophet, but the little voice in his head just said that they'd find out soon enough anyway. Surely the article (if it was going to be put in) would be in the next three days or so.
Then they'd be in for a shock, he thought, giving a small smile.
The next morning, he woke up earlier than usual, to find that Aunt Petunia had gone out shopping for the day. This meant that he would be alone with Dudley and Uncle Vernon; not a pleasant thought. Aunt Petunia he could stop himself from hexing, but Dudley and Vernon? No way.
It proved to be true after breakfast, when Harry headed towards the kitchen door with the intention of walking back upstairs. Uncle Vernon had retreated outside to yet another one of his new cars, so Dudley and Harry had been eating breakfast together.
"Where do you think you're going?" Dudley asked, causing Harry to stop in the doorway.
Harry coolly raised an eyebrow. "Back to my room."
"No you're not, you're gonna do the dishes." Dudley commanded imperiously, pointing over to the sink with a podgy finger.
Harry remained firm in his spot in the doorway. "No," he said simply.
No one in the house usually ever said the word 'no' to Dudley, so he looked quite shocked. "Are you just looking for trouble?" he asked dumbly.
"Looks that way, doesn't it?" Harry observed lazily.
"Do it, before I - I –"
Harry snorted. "You what?"
Dudley stood up, glaring at Harry with his piggish eyes, but he didn't say anything. Harry could practically see it in Dudley's eyes how much he wished he could beat up Harry, like the good old days where 'Harry hunting' was his favourite pastime.
"Why don't you just take a shot at me, Big D?" taunted Harry, making sure that the tip of his wand was just visible from his pocket. "It would sure beat the normal ten year kids you like to target so much. Who knows, I might prove to be a challenge. You're not the only one with a stick."
Even an idiot like Dudley couldn't miss that blatant hint.
"I- uh – you can't-" spluttered Dudley, losing the ability to speak properly again.
"I- uh can't what?" Harry asked mockingly, grinning. He was thoroughly enjoying this experience of teasing Dudley. It got better every year.
At that moment, Dudley seemed to take control of himself and replied back stubbornly. "You can't use - that against me anymore. I know you can't use your - your thing here. You'll be expelled this time. Dad showed me one of your letters from a Professor at your school."
The grin abruptly disappeared from Harry's face. That was news to him. Since when had Uncle Vernon read his mail? Since when had he even been near his room, other than to lock Harry in it?
"When did this happen?" Harry asked menacingly, his good humour completely faded by now. How dare his so-called family rummage through his belongings - belongings that up until now, the Dursleys' hadn't even spared a glance at?
Dudley smirked, and looked pleased that he had stood up to Harry. "I don't have to tell you anything."
A wand was suddenly pointed threateningly at Dudley's throat. "You - will - tell - me now."
"It's too bad your filthy godfather's dead now, he can't protect you from anyone anymore, or use it to threaten mum and dad." Dudley sneered back unexpectedly.
It took all of Harry's effort to not hex him. "What did you say?" he managed to say through clenched teeth.
"I read that too, in one of your friend's letters," replied Dudley, taking a step back at the look on Harry's face. "And it's hard not to ignore your pitiful cries at night. I thought last year was ba-"
Harry was furious, even more furious than he had been with Uncle Vernon, and stopped Dudley from completing his sentence by jabbing his wand next to Dudley's throat. "Don't you ever say anything like that about Sirius again. Do you hear me?" he hissed angrily. "Because I don't care if I get expelled anymore for doing magic, you-"
But he never got to finish that threat as a hand came out of nowhere and spun Harry around violently, so that he came face to face with a very displeased Uncle Vernon. "Boy, what the hell do you think your doing?"
"I was thinking whether or not your son would look better as a pig or an elephant,' snarled Harry, clenching his fist around his wand. 'But he's already been a pig, so it might be an elephant this time."
Uncle Vernon's face looked ready to explode at the last comment that no doubt reminded him of the first disastrous incident with Dudley and a pig's tail. His fists went flying in the air, close by Harry's face, and he shouted angrily, "That's it! I've had enough of you. I can't get rid of you, and I can't stop them from keeping in touch with you, but I will not stand for you threatening my son with your - freakishness. You've been given too much this summer and it's about time you were put back in your place."
"Really? Please tell me how you're going to do that?" asked Harry maliciously. Right now he couldn't care less what kind of idiotic plan his Uncle had in store for him. His mind was still reeling from the mention of Sirius's death, and the fact that his privacy, (how small it may be) had been invaded.
"It's about time you earned your keep again in this house, boy." Uncle Vernon replied nastily, his face still purple. "Your things are going back into that cupboard, and you are going to do some work around here."
"Are you blind?" exclaimed Harry, almost laughing from sheer exasperation. "I cleaned out your whole stupid house yesterday, and I cooked dinner for you. What more else is there to do?"
"Don't you open that insolent mouth again! You do what I tell you, or I will chuck you out."
"CHUCK ME OUT THEN!" Harry exploded, "I don't care anymore. You're not the only one who has had it with living here, and - and if you think your gonna go back to treating me like a servant again, then you got another thing coming."
"Another thing coming, hey?" repeated Uncle Vernon, sporting a vicious grin that made his moustache and double chin wobble. "Well then boy, get out."
"What?" Oh, this wasn't good. Harry hadn't really meant to let that particular bit out. He wasn't allowed to leave; there was nowhere else safer than with his relatives, as much as he hated to admit it. Uncle Vernon didn't seem to care about that little fact anymore, though.
"You heard me, get out," he hissed, forcibly grabbing Harry by the back of his neck, and dragging him towards the front door. Uncle Vernon then opened the door and heartlessly threw his nephew outside onto the ground, where poor Harry hit the ground with a painful thump.
"I've waited almost fifteen years for this moment." Uncle Vernon sneered from the doorstep. He was still holding onto the front door with one podgy arm. "Marge was right. We should have drowned you when you first came onto our doorstep. Goodness knows the trouble we would have avoided if we had."
And with that, he slammed the door shut, causing the house to tremble with the force of it.
Harry was speechless as he remained on the ground in an uncomfortable heap. No matter how much he loathed the Dursleys', it still stung how much they didn't care about him ... to have his own relatives regret that they had kept him alive all these years cut deeper than he could ever have imagined. Whether this was because of Sirius's still recent death or the truth about his Aunt's blood protection, Harry didn't know ... or care. He was so caught up in disbelief that he hardly even noticed when footsteps approached him from the footpath behind him.
"Come along, Potter."
The familiar silky tone that accompanied the voice immediately snapped Harry out of his thoughts, and he spun around snarling to face Snape's very unwelcoming appearance that was as usual, wearing his long, black, willowing robes. In the sunlight, his hair looked lankier and greasier than ever, and even his nose seemed more out of proportion with his face.
"Probably thought that was funny, didn't you Snape?" Harry spat angrily, not even wondering why Snape was there in the first place. Just looking at the face of his godfather's enemy was enough to stir up all the feelings of guilt he had been feeling over Sirius's death. Then slowly, as Snape continued to glare at him, the guilt started to turn into hatred and white-hot anger. Snape had caused Sirius's death too.
At that, Harry was spurred on and he continued on spitefully, "Seeing the famous Boy-Who-Lived out on his butt ... homeless ... without a family ... and looking all pathetic. Must be a dream come true."
Snape raised both eyebrows, and his lips curled into an unpleasant smile. "I do not wish to dwell on any part of your worthless life, Potter. Having to come and collect you is bad enough for me."
"But surely your life has improved since last year," Harry said mockingly, though his eyes stated otherwise. "I mean, now that you've gotten rid of Sirius, that is."
"I wasn't the one who got rid of Black. I suppose I have you to thank for that."
Just as Harry was about to launch himself on Snape in a fit of fury over that last comment, another voice shouted out behind them.
"ENOUGH!"
Lupin appeared from an Invisibility Cloak and his voice was stern, sterner than Harry had ever heard from the usually good-natured wizard.
"Fighting amongst ourselves is one of the reasons Sirius is dead," he said fiercely, his gaze shifting from Snape to Harry, the latter frozen in mid-movement. "Not being able to put aside our own differences ... not being able to let go of stupid school boy grudges."
Harry hung his head in shame and even Snape had the grace to remain silent.
Lupin seemed satisfied by this, and calming down visibly, he took a good look at Harry who realised bashfully, that he looked terrible. As usual, his hair was un-brushed, but this time he knew that he looked more gaunt, skinnier than when he had left Kings Cross Station. Skipping out on meals and grieving for Sirius had definitely taken a toll on his body these past few weeks.
Thankfully, Lupin remained quiet about Harry's unkempt appearance and changed the topic.
"Other than myself being here as a guard for you, Professor Snape and I are also here as we've been monitoring the problems you've been having with the Dursleys, Harry." he explained. "We knew it was only a matter of time before something happened, especially after last week."
"So did - did you ... hear everything just then?" Harry asked softly, averting his eyes to the ground as he was almost 100% sure of the answer. He knew he would never live this down from Snape. If he had thought Snape seeing into his memories was bad, being here in person to witness Harry's miserable home life was almost ten times worse. Snape was probably thinking of things to say to him already, though at least there would no longer be any torturous Potions classes to hear it in, which was a small plus.
Lupin nodded slowly, almost apologetically when Harry finally gained the courage to look back up. "I'm sorry, Harry. We didn't want to invade your privacy but we wanted to make sure you were safe."
Harry was about to say something to that, but was stopped as Lupin raised a hand and motioned towards the front door.
"We can't stay here much longer. It's already dangerous enough that Professor Snape is out here in the open, but we couldn't help it."
"I'm coming with you?" asked Harry hesitantly.
Again, Lupin nodded and looked down at his watch. Harry was suddenly struck with the realisation that his stuff was still upstairs in his room, and that there was little chance of getting it back as he'd just been kicked out.
"I need to get my things first though, and the Dursleys' won't-" protested Harry, but Lupin interrupted him.
"I know Harry. We'll go with you."
Harry nodded in obvious relief as he set off for the door behind Snape and Lupin. Snape was the first to reach the door, and he raised his arm to rap loudly onto it. The door opened a few seconds later, revealing an extremely pissed off and still purple in the face, Uncle Vernon.
"What do you want?" he demanded furiously, no doubt noticing Harry behind the two adults. He turned to Snape. "The boy's not to come back here for the rest of summer or the next. I won't allow it."
"Don't worry yourself, Mr Dursley," Lupin said pleasantly, answering swiftly for Snape. "Harry won't be returning here this summer ... but he will be coming back next summer, no matter how much you try to fight it. I'm sure if Mrs Dursley was here, she would agree."
"Fine," Harry's Uncle spat, already moving to close the door. "Just get out of here."
"Not so fast, we - wish to collect Mr Potter's belongings," sneered Snape, his black eyes fixing onto the bulging figure and his wand clearly visible to the world in one hand. He didn't seem too concerned by that fact either, and twitched it slightly, making Uncle Vernon flinch back.
"Then - go ahead." Uncle Vernon replied distastefully, waving his arm upstairs as he eyed the wand. "Get rid of all his stuff. I was planning on chucking it all out anyway if the boy didn't come back for it. Useless freakish stuff." He mumbled the last bit as he disappeared into the kitchen with Dudley, who was hiding behind the door at the sight of two full-grown wizards.
Harry sucked in a breath at the thought of his photo album and Invisibility Cloak being thrown into the bin, but didn't bother to respond. Thank goodness he was leaving at long last, he thought, walking up the stairs alongside Lupin. And as for next summer, he'd come to that road when he reached it. Harry figured staying at the Dursleys' next summer wouldn't be as bad, seeing as halfway through, he'd be able to legally use magic; something that he couldn't wait to try out firsthand on his darling relatives.
He smiled at that thought, climbing up the last stair. Snape wasn't far behind him as Harry reached his room and unlocked the many locks on his door. Uncle Vernon hadn't wasted any time bolting up the door again. Probably thought it would stop Harry's freakishness from spreading into the house, Harry thought darkly.
"Bit paranoid are you Potter?" Snape jeered, motioning towards the door, and pointedly ignoring the look that Harry saw Lupin sending out of the corner of his eye.
"In case you haven't noticed already, sir," retorted Harry, finally pushing open the door. "But these locks aren't to keep people from coming into my room ... they're to keep me in."
As he entered the room, he added ironically, "It wouldn't have been hard to lock me indoors if you had really wanted to, Professor Lupin. It's not as though I'm not used to it by now."
Harry caught Lupin's horrified reaction as he bent over to his trunk, but didn't think much of it as he began to collect all his bits and pieces.
It was slow work, and Snape kept on muttering irritably under his breath.
After a few minutes of packing though, Lupin seemed to pull himself together and as he took out his wand, he suggested quickly, "Here, let me Harry. I'm sure Tonks did the same last year."
Lupin waved his wand, muttering a soft incantation that almost at once transferred all of Harry's belongings into the trunk. Harry straightened up in relief, before clinging onto the trunk and empty owl cage. Hedwig still hadn't returned from sending the article to the Daily Prophet, but she was smart enough to realise where he went, so Harry didn't think twice about it.
"Thanks." he mumbled to Lupin, letting Lupin then take his trunk, which he offered to do.
Still not saying anything, Snape mutely strode over to Harry and shoved an empty vial of potion into Harry's free hand, which he looked quizzically at it.
"It's a Portkey, Potter." Snape growled impatiently, reaching out to put a finger to it. Lupin did the same.
"With permission from the Ministry, it will take us straight to Order Headquarters," Lupin added when Harry blinked, still momentarily thrown. "In about one minute."
As Lupin had predicted, within a minute, the Portkey activated and Harry felt the familiar jerk at his navel as everything spun around him. By now he was used to the feeling of Portkeys, and he managed to remain upright as he arrived in the kitchen at 12 Grimmauld Place.
Snape almost immediately pulled back from the vial, stalking off to the dining room without another word or a look back. Harry, meanwhile, felt his stomach tighten with dread as it finally sunk in where he would be staying for the rest of the holidays.
"Sirius's house." Harry muttered softly to himself as he looked around at the familiar and heart wrenching surroundings. Too many memories of his godfather flashed past his mind, and he found himself holding back tears. Finally, he came back down to Earth as he noticed that Lupin was watching him with an intense look on his face. Harry forced a smile on his face.
"So..." he began cheerily, though to him it came across as being in a completely unconvincing tone. "Where is everyone?"
Lupin smiled back, although his eyes showed concern. "Not everybody knows you're coming here Harry, but they're all in the dining room." He began to walk to the dining room door, and motioned for Harry to follow. "Come."
Harry nodded wordlessly, following Lupin into the dining room.
He was met with a chorus of "Harry!" and he fought to keep the smile on his face as he caught sight of everyone. Apart from Dumbledore, pretty much all of the Order were present, including all the Weasleys (except Percy) ... but as much as he was glad to be there, Harry didn't want everyone to know how he was really feeling inside ... and that smiling was one of the last things he wanted to be doing.
"Hi." he replied back softly.
Grinning widely, Ron – taller than ever - got up from his seat to greet Harry, but as usual, a bushy-brown haired girl got there first with a bone-crushing hug and hysterical cries.
"Oh, we're so glad you're here … but why did you come so early?" Hermione stiffened. "Is something wrong? You didn't do anything to your relatives again, did you? Oh Harry-"
"Relax Hermione, I did nothing wrong," Harry reassured her firmly, pulling away from her as he added, slightly bitterly, "The Dursleys' just kicked me out."
Mrs Weasley, who was sitting beside Mr Weasley, stood up with an outraged shriek.
"You mean to tell me that they threw you out of your own home?" she cried out, rushing over to Harry and embracing him in one of her own hugs.
Harry's voice was muffled as he answered, "It's not as much a home as Hogwarts or with all of you, and I like them as much as they like me."
Mrs Weasley let out a sob, clutching Harry tighter.
"It's alright, Mrs Weasley," he added soothingly, deciding whether or not it would be rude to pull away to get some air. "Really, I don't mind." A slight lie, but Harry couldn't truthfully say that he wasn't upset at leaving, just the manner in which he did.
"Yeah mum, shouldn't you just be giving Harry some air," said Ron, from somewhere over Harry's left. "First Hermione, then you. It's a wonder he's still breathing ... OW!"
However blunt Ron's comment was, Mrs Weasley promptly pried herself away from Harry. When Harry looked over in Ron's direction, he saw the reason for Ron's loud complaint. Ron was rubbing the back of his head, looking slightly miffed at Hermione who was "humph" ing in annoyance.
Nonetheless, Ron recovered and he finally had the chance to shake Harry's hand and greet him properly without interrupting, and pretty soon after, Harry had greeted almost everyone in the room. The twins had been the most amusing to see again, though. They had greeted them in their green dragon suits, filling him in on all of the new tricks and things they'd invented.
Fred had even slipped a new creation into Harry's pocket.
"Bulging Butterscotch," he had mumbled quietly into Harry's ear. "Guaranteed to swell up any annoying wizards - or Muggles. Got that idea from what you did to your Aunt."
All in all, the day passed with Harry feeling quite relaxed for once. There were so many people around him that he didn't have time to dwell on Sirius, which in itself was very welcome. Even mentions of Voldemort and his doings were slim, as this day was to be a time off for everyone until the official Order meeting the next night.
"Welcome back Harry." Harry mumbled softly that night, as he climbed the stairs with Ron to go to bed.
A/N: I hope you all like it. It's sooo hard to keep everyone in character, if you know what I mean. Please tell me if it was alright or not. Anyway you know the drill, please review.
Anyway, thanks goes to Zane Lupin, Colleen De Witt, Elf, puppygirl, Serpent of Light, and epholge for reviewing.
And an extended thanks to:
Mella deRanged: Yes, I'd definitely have to agree on that one.
Jeff: lol, me too. He's fun to write … but then all arguments and things like that are fun to write. They're the best bits!
Dragonsprincess: Ooooh begging! That's a new one for me! Thanks for the great review! I agree completely with everything you said and your suggestions for Fudge are very entertaining, lol.
Regulus Black: Yes, you were right. He is an absolute idiot!
Peter Kim: Yeah, I can tell you now that what Fudge is doing could end up with him losing his position as Minister ;)
John: Sorry, the story isn't going to be in this chapter, but the upcoming ones will have it, I assure you!
Can't b bothered: Yeah sure, I'll try and keep all my chapters this length. Hope that's alright!
PhoenixPadfoot89: lol, don't be sorry. I don't like Fudge either. And Harry really wants to be an auror, so maybe things might work out in the end ;). That's all I'm saying though.
Snuffles: Oops, my bad. Afterwards, I realised that Harry probably wouldn't have talked like that. Lol, it was more me talking than him. Too many assignments at uni with old movies influenced it. He he. I'm glad you liked it regardless and I hope you enjoyed Hermione's reaction to her OWL scores.