Disclaimer: HP & Co. belong to JKR. This plot belongs to Dani.
**** Here's the really long chapter I promised.
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Then, a minute later, came a grumpy Ron with his fists in a ball.
'Are you alright there, Ron?' asked Hermione, trying to keep her smile inside.
'Just Dandy. Lavender broke up with me.' he said angrily.
'I take it you didn't take it so well.' said Hermione.
'How do you expect me to take it well when her reason of breakup is, 'The fates have informed me that you and I should part ways.'?!' yelled Ron.
'Easy, Ron. Don't yell at Hermione. She wasn't there.' said a still invisible Harry.
'Sorry, Harry. It's just that...' he began, but realizing someone who has "passed on" just told him off, he looked around, scared. Then he spoke with his voice shivering. 'Sorry, Harry old pal. I didn't mean to yell at you girlfriend. Please don't haunt me.'
Hermione blushed at being referred to as Harry's girlfriend. Then, she and Harry laughed hard.
'What's so funny?' asked Ron, confused and a bit scared still.
Harry appeared in front of Ron, which made him jump. 'I'm not dead, Ron.'
'I knew that. Just seeing if you knew it,' he told Harry.
Ron paid close attention to everything Harry said the entire train ride.
He was glad Harry was alive. At one point, Ron nearly gave him a brotherly hug, but quickly dismissed the idea like the time they made up after fighting.
'So you'll be at the back of the classroom, studying with us?' asked Ron.
'Not really. Before I left China, Sirius told me that Dumbledore made another arrangement. I'd have my own room and I'd be able to see my classes from there. How, I don't know. That's all he told me.' replied Harry.
'Why can't you go with us?'
'It's too risky. might bump into someone.' said Harry.
THE NEXT MORNING:
Harry awoke that morning only to have the disappointment of not going to classes today. he was going to stay up his room, all alone. For the first time, Harry Potter, the all time Malfoy and Dudley hater, actually wouldn't mind seeing those gits in his room. He got dressed. Why? He just did. As he walked over to the mirror, he noticed a snowy-white owl perched on his bed.
'Hedwig!' he exclaimed. 'How'd you get in here?' he said as he looked around at his room, windows closed and locked.
The beautiful bird pointed its wing to the window. Harry went to it and discovered that it was a barrier similar to the one at Platform 9 3/4.
He smiled and went to get the letter attached to her leg. It was from Sirius.
Harry, I just remembered you've got Quidditch season this year. You can't play for your house this year, Harry. It's just too dangerous. I'll owl you again if there are any further arrangements. Sorry. Sirius.
He wasn't allowed to play Quidditch? No broom-riding? No Snitch-caching? This has got to be the worst news he's received about Quidditch, since his fourth year. It was cancelled due to the TriWizard Tournament.
He sulkily (but not too much) approached the mirror, getting ready to receive his breakfast from the elves.
He got it and ate silently as he watched the other students laugh and joke on their tables.
The first class of the day, and the term in fact, was none other than Potions.
'Great.' said Ron, as Harry watched them go to class.
Unfortunately for Ron, the other students and Hermione, they didn't know Harry could see them anywhere. Even when somebody disgustingly picked their nose. Of course, Harry steered clear of images like that.
He concentrated more with Hermione's...Or Ron's...but mostly Hermione's.
She was innocently reading books, listening to people talk or bossing Ron around as he did Potions wrong.
However, with Snape knowing about Harry's "way of learning", he didn't mind to lower his daily mean mockery of Harry.
'As you may all know, Mr. Potter is no more. That boy could've been a lot more careful. He didn't need to die unheroically. Pity.' he said as he rubbed the chalk off the blackboard.
Hermione's eyes narrowed viciously. Ron's fists balled up. Malfoy urged Crabbe and Goyle to laugh...snicker with him.
Throughout the day, the Gryffindor 7th years had their normal lessons. No new classes, or new teachers yet. Not until tomorrow.
McGonagall asked them to make soccer balls into a rolled up armadillo (ant eaters).
Hermione did hers superbly, as expected. Harry's was more or less a soccerdillo. but he got it right in his 3rd try. Ron's armadillo couldn't lose its black and white spots.
Neville's soccer ball had legs and crawled all over the Transfiguration Classroom.
For Care of Magical Creatures, Hagrid prepared small furry things. It was so furry, it was buried in fur.
'Hagrid, what are these?' asked Ron in dislike.
'These are fer the girls. Those are fer yeh boys.' he said, pointing at what looked like rocks.
'The rocks?' asked a boy in the back.
'Yes, Mr. Thomas. But those aren't rocks. They're the firs few stages of those.' and pointed to the furry things. 'Can anyone tell me what these are?'
No one answered. Not even Hermione. She had no clue. She wasn't fond of these, which kind of explained it.
Then, a very deep voice answered.
'Those are Georries.'
'Tha's correct. What's yer name, son?" asked Hagrid, smiling broadly as someone answered correctly.
'Clay Olsen.' he said, under those mysterious eyes.
Everyone was surprised. The new guy knew the answer. He must come from a very good school.
Hermione narrowed her eyes dangerously at him. Harry smiled at this. More like grinned.
He knew from Hermione's eyes that Clay didn't have a chance on his not- girlfriend.
The day continued. Hermione still hating Clay. Harry liking him every step of the way.
Ron didn't have a problem with him...aside from the fact that he refused to talk to anyone and with his great mysterious qualities.
Harry slept surprisingly peaceful that night. He didn't have any dreams, whatsoever. Not even anything concerning his father's old admirers.
THE NEXT DAY: A NEW CLASS WITH PROFESSOR LUPIN:
As Lupin entered the Gryffindors, especially Neville, clapped ever so loudly. The Slytherins were not impressed.
'Alright. Nice to see you lot, too. I'll be starting today with an introduction. Firstly, I can't teach you how to actually talk to animals. You are supposed to be born with that gift, much like Parseltongue.' some people gasped at the word "Parseltongue" some were half disappointed but having Lupin as professor again was promising. 'Now, I will, however, teach you how to communicate with them in emergencies.'
Harry didn't mind the silence "Parseltongue" brought as it was followed by very interesting words.
'Some of you will discover buried talents of animal language.' said Lupin.
Neville raised his hand. 'Sir, what do you mean?' he asked politely.
'Surely you know that there are other animal languages than Parseltongue? Kanian, Felianese and many many more.' he said to the students.
Everyone was amazed. It was quite common knowledge that people who spoke any Parseltongue was evil, except Harry, although some still think so.
They didn't imagine they themselves would actually be able to speak other animal languages.
However, Lupin constantly reminded them that not all may have the talents.
The class was still looked forward to everyday.
**** Here's the really long chapter I promised.
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Then, a minute later, came a grumpy Ron with his fists in a ball.
'Are you alright there, Ron?' asked Hermione, trying to keep her smile inside.
'Just Dandy. Lavender broke up with me.' he said angrily.
'I take it you didn't take it so well.' said Hermione.
'How do you expect me to take it well when her reason of breakup is, 'The fates have informed me that you and I should part ways.'?!' yelled Ron.
'Easy, Ron. Don't yell at Hermione. She wasn't there.' said a still invisible Harry.
'Sorry, Harry. It's just that...' he began, but realizing someone who has "passed on" just told him off, he looked around, scared. Then he spoke with his voice shivering. 'Sorry, Harry old pal. I didn't mean to yell at you girlfriend. Please don't haunt me.'
Hermione blushed at being referred to as Harry's girlfriend. Then, she and Harry laughed hard.
'What's so funny?' asked Ron, confused and a bit scared still.
Harry appeared in front of Ron, which made him jump. 'I'm not dead, Ron.'
'I knew that. Just seeing if you knew it,' he told Harry.
Ron paid close attention to everything Harry said the entire train ride.
He was glad Harry was alive. At one point, Ron nearly gave him a brotherly hug, but quickly dismissed the idea like the time they made up after fighting.
'So you'll be at the back of the classroom, studying with us?' asked Ron.
'Not really. Before I left China, Sirius told me that Dumbledore made another arrangement. I'd have my own room and I'd be able to see my classes from there. How, I don't know. That's all he told me.' replied Harry.
'Why can't you go with us?'
'It's too risky. might bump into someone.' said Harry.
THE NEXT MORNING:
Harry awoke that morning only to have the disappointment of not going to classes today. he was going to stay up his room, all alone. For the first time, Harry Potter, the all time Malfoy and Dudley hater, actually wouldn't mind seeing those gits in his room. He got dressed. Why? He just did. As he walked over to the mirror, he noticed a snowy-white owl perched on his bed.
'Hedwig!' he exclaimed. 'How'd you get in here?' he said as he looked around at his room, windows closed and locked.
The beautiful bird pointed its wing to the window. Harry went to it and discovered that it was a barrier similar to the one at Platform 9 3/4.
He smiled and went to get the letter attached to her leg. It was from Sirius.
Harry, I just remembered you've got Quidditch season this year. You can't play for your house this year, Harry. It's just too dangerous. I'll owl you again if there are any further arrangements. Sorry. Sirius.
He wasn't allowed to play Quidditch? No broom-riding? No Snitch-caching? This has got to be the worst news he's received about Quidditch, since his fourth year. It was cancelled due to the TriWizard Tournament.
He sulkily (but not too much) approached the mirror, getting ready to receive his breakfast from the elves.
He got it and ate silently as he watched the other students laugh and joke on their tables.
The first class of the day, and the term in fact, was none other than Potions.
'Great.' said Ron, as Harry watched them go to class.
Unfortunately for Ron, the other students and Hermione, they didn't know Harry could see them anywhere. Even when somebody disgustingly picked their nose. Of course, Harry steered clear of images like that.
He concentrated more with Hermione's...Or Ron's...but mostly Hermione's.
She was innocently reading books, listening to people talk or bossing Ron around as he did Potions wrong.
However, with Snape knowing about Harry's "way of learning", he didn't mind to lower his daily mean mockery of Harry.
'As you may all know, Mr. Potter is no more. That boy could've been a lot more careful. He didn't need to die unheroically. Pity.' he said as he rubbed the chalk off the blackboard.
Hermione's eyes narrowed viciously. Ron's fists balled up. Malfoy urged Crabbe and Goyle to laugh...snicker with him.
Throughout the day, the Gryffindor 7th years had their normal lessons. No new classes, or new teachers yet. Not until tomorrow.
McGonagall asked them to make soccer balls into a rolled up armadillo (ant eaters).
Hermione did hers superbly, as expected. Harry's was more or less a soccerdillo. but he got it right in his 3rd try. Ron's armadillo couldn't lose its black and white spots.
Neville's soccer ball had legs and crawled all over the Transfiguration Classroom.
For Care of Magical Creatures, Hagrid prepared small furry things. It was so furry, it was buried in fur.
'Hagrid, what are these?' asked Ron in dislike.
'These are fer the girls. Those are fer yeh boys.' he said, pointing at what looked like rocks.
'The rocks?' asked a boy in the back.
'Yes, Mr. Thomas. But those aren't rocks. They're the firs few stages of those.' and pointed to the furry things. 'Can anyone tell me what these are?'
No one answered. Not even Hermione. She had no clue. She wasn't fond of these, which kind of explained it.
Then, a very deep voice answered.
'Those are Georries.'
'Tha's correct. What's yer name, son?" asked Hagrid, smiling broadly as someone answered correctly.
'Clay Olsen.' he said, under those mysterious eyes.
Everyone was surprised. The new guy knew the answer. He must come from a very good school.
Hermione narrowed her eyes dangerously at him. Harry smiled at this. More like grinned.
He knew from Hermione's eyes that Clay didn't have a chance on his not- girlfriend.
The day continued. Hermione still hating Clay. Harry liking him every step of the way.
Ron didn't have a problem with him...aside from the fact that he refused to talk to anyone and with his great mysterious qualities.
Harry slept surprisingly peaceful that night. He didn't have any dreams, whatsoever. Not even anything concerning his father's old admirers.
THE NEXT DAY: A NEW CLASS WITH PROFESSOR LUPIN:
As Lupin entered the Gryffindors, especially Neville, clapped ever so loudly. The Slytherins were not impressed.
'Alright. Nice to see you lot, too. I'll be starting today with an introduction. Firstly, I can't teach you how to actually talk to animals. You are supposed to be born with that gift, much like Parseltongue.' some people gasped at the word "Parseltongue" some were half disappointed but having Lupin as professor again was promising. 'Now, I will, however, teach you how to communicate with them in emergencies.'
Harry didn't mind the silence "Parseltongue" brought as it was followed by very interesting words.
'Some of you will discover buried talents of animal language.' said Lupin.
Neville raised his hand. 'Sir, what do you mean?' he asked politely.
'Surely you know that there are other animal languages than Parseltongue? Kanian, Felianese and many many more.' he said to the students.
Everyone was amazed. It was quite common knowledge that people who spoke any Parseltongue was evil, except Harry, although some still think so.
They didn't imagine they themselves would actually be able to speak other animal languages.
However, Lupin constantly reminded them that not all may have the talents.
The class was still looked forward to everyday.