Back At Hogwarts?

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Harry ran into the living room, closely followed by Ron. He didn't know if Dumbledore was still at Grimmauld Place. "Professor Dumbledore?" Harry yelled, looking round the living room. But he was no where to be seen. "We have to floo to Hogwarts!" Harry said, walking over to the fire place.

"Harry can't it wait?" Ron said with a yawn.

"No! It has to be now!" Harry said taking some floo powder into his hand and throwing it into the fire. Its red fire turned to an emerald green. He was about to go into the fire, when he turned to look at Ron. "You don't have to go with me!" he said.

"I know, but I won't feel like you friend if I didn't." Ron said motioning for Harry to go into the fire. He did, and said 'Hogwarts' loud and clearly. A second later he popped out of Dumbledore's fire place. A few moments later Ron did so, too.

Harry's eyes flicked round the room, to see if Dumbledore was anywhere. Finally he noticed him stand at the top of the stairs. "Hello Harry, Ron." Dumbledore almost smile at them. He really did love his students. "What is the honour to have you here, at this time at night?" Ron looked nervous over at Harry.

"I had this weird dream about Voldemort. And I thought you should know about it!"

"Well, go on, tell me." Dumbledore said and made a motion at them to sit down, on the opposite site of his desk.

"Well I was in this dark room, when I noticed these yellow eyes. I walked over to see what it was, when I heard him talk to me, it was like he was in my head. He was trying to make me turn!" Harry said talking really fast, because of his nervousness. Dumbledore sat silent for a moment, obviously thinking about his answer to this question.

"Ron, if you may have us excused for a moment." he said, walking over to the door and let him outside to wait until the conversation was over. He then walked back to Harry. "Well first of all, I think it would be really good, if started Occlumency again!" Dumbledore said looking Harry right in his eyes.

"I don't know Professor. I didn't like it!" Harry said, mostly because he didn't like Snape. Just his word made him sick.

"Harry, I know that you don't like Professor Snape. But if it helps, the new Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher is also really good at Occlumency. And I'm sure, he is more than happy to help you with your Occlumency lessons!" Dumbledore said with his usually twinkle in his eyes.

"Well, it's not that I don't like Professor Snape..." Harry started, but before he said another word, he was cut off by Dumbledore, who smiled at him.

"Harry, your father and Severus didn't like each other, too. Actually they hated each other. And now Severus doesn't like you, because you are related to James." Harry couldn't (and didn't know how), to respond to this sentence.

"I think it's a bit late, you return to Grimmauld Place, isn't it?" Dumbledore started as he got some parchment out. "I think you better stay here, for the night. I will give you permission to go to the Gryffindor common room, although the dormitory's is closed because of the holidays. But you can sleep on the couches. Right?" Dumbledore asked as he wrote the permissions on the parchment.

"That's fine Professor." Harry said, now feeling a bit dizzy.

"I will also write to Mrs Weasley, telling her that you two stay here. And breakfast is served in the Great Hall at seven thirty a.m.!" Dumbledore let Harry out of the office and bit Harry and Ron goodnight. Ron was a bit confused they didn't floo back to Grimmauld Place. But Harry soon explained why.

As they lay on the couches in the Gryffindor common room, Harry now remembered the promise; he made himself before he leaved the Dursley's. 'He would never return to Grimauld Place or the Burrow. Not even return to Hogwarts again, ever.' Well Grimmauld Place he had returned to and owned now. But this would be the last time he would be at Hogwarts. He didn't want all those memories to return.

He took a last look around, saying 'Goodbye.' to his old common room. He knew he would be too tired the next morning to take a good last look around. So he did so now. He thought it was kind of sad, that he would never return. But then again, he had to leave sometime. He couldn't stay at Hogwarts forever.

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Harry woke up the next day, by an owl who was hooting, loudly. He tried to take the letter, but the owl flew out of his grasp. He looked at Ron, who was now awake too, by the owl. "I think it's for you." Harry said as he stood up. Ron took the letter and read it.

"Harry, I've been accepted in Transfiguration!" Ron said, with a huge smile on his face.

"How? McGonagall doesn't even know you were going to ask, to get into her class!" Harry said, as he stretched.

"I don't know." Ron said, still with the huge smile on his face.

They walked down to the Great Hall to get breakfast; it felt weird to be the only students to have breakfast. Snape kept given them cold glances. Maybe because he thought too, it was weird they were there.

They have only just finished breakfast; when McGonagall came down to escort them out off the Great Hall and up to her office where they were going to floo back to Grimmauld Place. They were greeted by Mrs Weasley who was red with anger because they had leaved without saying anything. Harry was too tired to answer or saying anything. He just needed some sleep.

He threw his body onto the bed, where he easily fell asleep. He had a dreamless sleep. But he was soon woken up by Hermione; she had some books under her arms. "Harry! Harry, wake up." she said, leaning in over him.

"What?" Harry answered, looking tired.

"We have to study!"

"Why now? What time is it?" he said, trying to find his glasses, but it was hard without them. Hermione found them and handed them to him. "Thanks."

"It's almost eleven. You've been asleep for hours!"

"But why now?"

"Because Ron has just fallen asleep at the moment."

"So? Isn't he allowed to know what we are doing?"

"NO!" she almost yelled at him, "you know how Ron talks to everyone about everything. I don't think it's safe to tell him, or soon we might have to explain to everybody what we are doing!"

"Whatever. I need something to drink. You want some?" Harry said, rising to his feet and heading for the door.

"Sure. I'll be waiting in Buckbeak's room." she said, leaving for the room in the farthest end of the house. Harry, going the other way, heading for the kitchen. When he was outside the door to the kitchen he was about to open, when he heard a conversation he wasn't supposed to hear. It was between Mr Weasley, Lupin and Moody.

".. why is it again you think it's a bad idea?" he heard the voice of Moody say.

"Because he is still a kid, he isn't even educated yet!" Lupin said, louder than Moody had said.

"I agree with Moody, Lupin!" Mr Weasley said.

"Why? He's sixteen!"

"In only a year he is a legal wizard!"

"Then we tell him." Lupin tried again.

"No, then it's maybe too late!" Moody said, now wanting this conversation to end.

"Fine, you win, but I won't be there with you when you tell him!" Lupin said. Harry could hear the footsteps coming in the way of the door. Harry tried to look like he had just came down the stairs and was about to open the door. But Lupin could see on his face, he had been there, listening. "What are you doing here, Harry?"

"I was just coming down, to get some pumpkin juice." Harry lied, the best he could.

"How much did you hear, boy?" Moody called from where he sat.

"I didn't hear anything." he tried again.

"Come in, we where just about to go get you." Harry walked in to the room. The silent fell; nobody knew how to start the conversation. But suddenly Moody couldn't take it any longer.

"There is something that would be good if you knew." Harry looked from one to the other. Lupin walked over to him, putting one of his hands on Harry's shoulder.

"Harry, first I want you to know, that I think you would do much better without knowing this.." but he didn't get a chance to say anything else, because he was cut off by Moody.

"Cut it off, Lupin. Harry, when you come to Hogwarts, we want you to promise us, you won't leave the castle, it isn't safe outside it, for you at the moment."

"Is that all?" Harry said, getting a little disappointed.

"No Harry, that isn't all," Mr Weasley now said, from the corner of the room. "We also want you to promise, you won't be talking with this boy, Draco Malfoy. We have heard he isn't in the best place, at the moment."

"Of course I won't talk to Malfoy, do you think I'm nuts?" Harry said, looking at Mr Weasley like he was crazy or something.

"We just didn't know, if you talked to him in the school."

"Well I do, but it's only things, like we hate each other and stuff."

"But it would be great, if you didn't even do that!" Moody said.

"Ok.." Harry said, rising from his chair. "Can I get the pumpkin juice now?"

"What? –Sure.." Lupin said, total confused by the sudden change of subject. He got the pumpkin juice and walked up to Buckbeak's room.

"Why did it take so long?" Hermione asked, not looking up from her book.

"I had to talk to Moody, Lupin and Mr Weasley." Harry said, as he sat down and started to read.