As you know, the last chapter was a remake on the original, so now I'm done with that, it's time to get to the proper story!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any other characters.
Chapter 5: Some Much Needed Information.
"Harry," Ron's voice came," You've got an hour to get ready." Harry reached for his glasses and saw Ron's face, staring down at him.
"What for?" Harry asked.
"Quidditch try-outs, didn't you read the notice board?" Ron said, smiling.
"Of course I haven't! I've been in bed!," Harry said, getting up," Who's the new Captain?"
"You are," Ron answered. Harry looked up, smiled as if it was a joke and pulled on his robes. As they were walking down the steps, he asked Ron again.
"You are Harry!" Ron cried," Go look on the notice board!" Harry walked over to the large, crimson board and pushed some first years out of the way. The Quidditch notice was under one telling the Gryffindors about a new Charms Club. Harry ripped it off and read it aloud.
Gryffindor Quidditch Try-Outs.
We are looking for some new Quidditch players to keep up our winning streak. We currently have a Keeper, one Chaser and a Seeker, so if you are interested in the other positions, Chaser Try-Outs are tonight at 8:30pm, Beater Try-Outs are tommorow night.
Signed:
Proffesor M. McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress and Head Of Gryffindor House.
Harry Potter. The Gryffindor Quidditch Captain.
"Hang on, I didn't sign anything!" Harry exclaimed, re-reading it.
"I know, but she still wanted it look as though you did," Ron said," Come on, I'm starving."
"Is food all you think about?" Harry asked as he clambered through the tunnel. Ron choose not to listen.
Harry's day was rather boring. His potion had exploded, throwing bits of the Colour Change potion that they were making everywhere. In Transfiguration his raven's straight-jacket was easy to get out, so the raven was able to fly of. As it flew, it squaked, and if Harry could understand bird language, he would swear to God that the bird was probally saying," I am Houdini!"
When at last 8:00pm came, Harry grabbed his Quidditch robes and his broom and made his way down to the pitch, with Ron scurrying after him. As soon as he was on the pitch, he pulled his Quidditch robes over the top of his uniform and mounted his broom. It was wonderful being in the air again.
"HARRY!" Ron yelled," SOME OF THE PEOPLE ARE COMING!" Harry heard this, and waited till they were on the pitch. He could pick out Ginny's green hair, and decided to scare her. Harry lent forward, so that the broom tilted forwards, and shot off. He was going at least 55 MPH and when it was the right time, he swerved, landing an inch away from Ginny. She shrieked, then realised who had done it.
"Harry!" Ginny cried," You scared the life out of me!" Harry smiled, and called everyone over.
"Well, welcome to Quidditch Try-Outs. As you know, we need two Chasers, and trying to pick two out of about thirty is going to be hard, so don't worry if you don't get picked. I'll try and start something up for you," Harry explained, feeling more confident," Right, I thought we could start off with seeing who can score a goal. As I am not a Chaser, I feel that I won't be much help to you in this aspect. That is why I am leaving you in charge of Katie."
"Should I take all of them, or split them up in to two groups?" Katie asked," You could show one group how to fly like you."
"Good idea," Harry replied, and split them up," Right, the idea is to think of your broom, not as a tool, but as a friend. You want it to go left, in your mind, you ask it to go left. Try it. After an hour, the best person gets five minutes flight on my Firebolt." This motivated them alot, and after an hour they were able to fly preety well. One particular boy, Adam Wood, was a brilliant flyer.
"You aren't related to Oliver Wood are you?" Harry asked, after Adam had had a fly on the Firebolt.
"Yeah, he's my brother," Adam replied.
"Thought so," Harry said, and told them to go over to Katie.
Two hours later, Katie and Harry were in deep conversation on who would become the next Gryffindor Chasers.
"Adam Wood flys well," Harry said," And he's the brother of Oliver."
"Ginny Wealey, she was probally the best person there. Her accuracy is really good, I think being Seeker last year helped," Katie said. She was of course talking about Professor Umbridge, who had stripped Harry, Fred and George of Quidditch. Ginny tryed out as Seeker and got it.
"So, Adam and Ginny?" Harry asked, Katie nodded and wrote it down.
"Beater practice tomorrow," Harry said," We can't show them."
"I have an idea, see you tomorrow," Katie said, jumping up. She ran to her room. Harry grabbed the notice Katie had been writing and pinned it to the board. He looked at it for a few seconds, then walked up to his own room. As he sank onto his bed, he had a fleeting vision of Voldemort laughing. He had gotten used to these, so he ignored it and tried to get to sleep.
When he awoke next day, he felt a bit dodgy. His stomach was aching and his head felt as though it had been split in two. He searched for his glasses, and put on his robes.
As he made his way to breakfast, he caught sight of Cho Chang, a pretty seventh year. Last year, Harry had gone out with her for about three hours. It ended up in disaster as Cho had decided to talk about Cedric Diggory, which Harry didn't. Worst of all, he needed to go see Hermione, and Cho had thought he was two-timing her. Cho smiled weakly at him, and carried on into the Great Hall.
He sat at Gryffindor table and grabbed some bacon rolls.
"Are you alright?" Ginny asked. Harry shook his head, and took a bite out of the roll," I feel ill," He replied.
"Ahhhhh," Ginny said," Poor Harry." She grinned and placed her head on his shoulder. Harry put his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. They sat there for a few minutes, just hugging untill they heard the bell go. They drew back and kissed again.
"I love you Harry," Ginny whispered, hugging him.
"I love you more," Harry whispered back," I love you plus one more you can ever say." Ginny laughed and got up out of her seat.
"I've got Potions, cya later," Ginny said, and walked to the Dungeons. Harry had Transfiguration, and made his way to the class. He walked in to find that he was late.
"Why are you late Mr Potter?" Proffessor McGonagall asked, looking at him over the top of her glasses.
"Um...I-I...was." Harry stammered.
"I know you were talking with Miss Weasly," Proffessor McGonagall said, smiling," And I understand why you were late, in future, please try and be a little bit quicker."
"Yes Miss," Harry said, and made his way to his seat. Ron smiled at him as he got out his stuff, and said out of the corner of his mouth," I can't believe she let you off."
"I heard that Mr Weasly," Proffessor McGonagall said. Ron turned a bright shade of red and said nothing else." As I was saying before Mr Potter came in, the Crater Of Truth is supposedly where every bit of knowledge is stored, and where you can go to find the truth, hence the name Crater Of Truth." The name rang a bell, and Harry remembered the letter he got from someone. He raised his hand, and Proffesor McGonagall nodded at him.
"During the holidays, I recieved a letter from someone saying that my family heirloom was there," Harry said. Proffesor McGonagall studied him for a minute and said," Please go to Professor Dumbledore's office." Harry got up, packed his stuff away and walked out of the classroom. He walked up to Dumbledore's office and stared at the Gargoyle for a few minutes, not knowing the password.
"What do you want?" The Gargoyle said.
"I need to see Dumbledore, but I don't know the password," Harry said.
"Fawkes," said a voice from behind Harry. He twirled around to see Dumbledore standing in front of him. His long, silver beard glistened in the candle light and his purple cloak hovered as though Dumbledore had walked into the wind. The Gargoyle sprang aside and allowed them to go past.
"After you Harry," Dumbledore said. Harry walked up the stairs and entered the office. It had changed since he had last visited. The walls had turned a Plum colour, and the room had a completely different layout.
"So Harry," Dumbledore said," What did you need to see me about?"
"The Crater Of Truth," Harry said, and saw the look on Dumbledore's face.
"The Crater Of Truth?" Dumbledore asked, and looked out of the window.
OHHHHHHHHHH!! Cliffe!!! Remember to review, and I might get the next chapter done a little quicker!! I know this chapter was a bit 'lovey dovey', but hay, who cares?!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any other characters.
Chapter 5: Some Much Needed Information.
"Harry," Ron's voice came," You've got an hour to get ready." Harry reached for his glasses and saw Ron's face, staring down at him.
"What for?" Harry asked.
"Quidditch try-outs, didn't you read the notice board?" Ron said, smiling.
"Of course I haven't! I've been in bed!," Harry said, getting up," Who's the new Captain?"
"You are," Ron answered. Harry looked up, smiled as if it was a joke and pulled on his robes. As they were walking down the steps, he asked Ron again.
"You are Harry!" Ron cried," Go look on the notice board!" Harry walked over to the large, crimson board and pushed some first years out of the way. The Quidditch notice was under one telling the Gryffindors about a new Charms Club. Harry ripped it off and read it aloud.
Gryffindor Quidditch Try-Outs.
We are looking for some new Quidditch players to keep up our winning streak. We currently have a Keeper, one Chaser and a Seeker, so if you are interested in the other positions, Chaser Try-Outs are tonight at 8:30pm, Beater Try-Outs are tommorow night.
Signed:
Proffesor M. McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress and Head Of Gryffindor House.
Harry Potter. The Gryffindor Quidditch Captain.
"Hang on, I didn't sign anything!" Harry exclaimed, re-reading it.
"I know, but she still wanted it look as though you did," Ron said," Come on, I'm starving."
"Is food all you think about?" Harry asked as he clambered through the tunnel. Ron choose not to listen.
Harry's day was rather boring. His potion had exploded, throwing bits of the Colour Change potion that they were making everywhere. In Transfiguration his raven's straight-jacket was easy to get out, so the raven was able to fly of. As it flew, it squaked, and if Harry could understand bird language, he would swear to God that the bird was probally saying," I am Houdini!"
When at last 8:00pm came, Harry grabbed his Quidditch robes and his broom and made his way down to the pitch, with Ron scurrying after him. As soon as he was on the pitch, he pulled his Quidditch robes over the top of his uniform and mounted his broom. It was wonderful being in the air again.
"HARRY!" Ron yelled," SOME OF THE PEOPLE ARE COMING!" Harry heard this, and waited till they were on the pitch. He could pick out Ginny's green hair, and decided to scare her. Harry lent forward, so that the broom tilted forwards, and shot off. He was going at least 55 MPH and when it was the right time, he swerved, landing an inch away from Ginny. She shrieked, then realised who had done it.
"Harry!" Ginny cried," You scared the life out of me!" Harry smiled, and called everyone over.
"Well, welcome to Quidditch Try-Outs. As you know, we need two Chasers, and trying to pick two out of about thirty is going to be hard, so don't worry if you don't get picked. I'll try and start something up for you," Harry explained, feeling more confident," Right, I thought we could start off with seeing who can score a goal. As I am not a Chaser, I feel that I won't be much help to you in this aspect. That is why I am leaving you in charge of Katie."
"Should I take all of them, or split them up in to two groups?" Katie asked," You could show one group how to fly like you."
"Good idea," Harry replied, and split them up," Right, the idea is to think of your broom, not as a tool, but as a friend. You want it to go left, in your mind, you ask it to go left. Try it. After an hour, the best person gets five minutes flight on my Firebolt." This motivated them alot, and after an hour they were able to fly preety well. One particular boy, Adam Wood, was a brilliant flyer.
"You aren't related to Oliver Wood are you?" Harry asked, after Adam had had a fly on the Firebolt.
"Yeah, he's my brother," Adam replied.
"Thought so," Harry said, and told them to go over to Katie.
Two hours later, Katie and Harry were in deep conversation on who would become the next Gryffindor Chasers.
"Adam Wood flys well," Harry said," And he's the brother of Oliver."
"Ginny Wealey, she was probally the best person there. Her accuracy is really good, I think being Seeker last year helped," Katie said. She was of course talking about Professor Umbridge, who had stripped Harry, Fred and George of Quidditch. Ginny tryed out as Seeker and got it.
"So, Adam and Ginny?" Harry asked, Katie nodded and wrote it down.
"Beater practice tomorrow," Harry said," We can't show them."
"I have an idea, see you tomorrow," Katie said, jumping up. She ran to her room. Harry grabbed the notice Katie had been writing and pinned it to the board. He looked at it for a few seconds, then walked up to his own room. As he sank onto his bed, he had a fleeting vision of Voldemort laughing. He had gotten used to these, so he ignored it and tried to get to sleep.
When he awoke next day, he felt a bit dodgy. His stomach was aching and his head felt as though it had been split in two. He searched for his glasses, and put on his robes.
As he made his way to breakfast, he caught sight of Cho Chang, a pretty seventh year. Last year, Harry had gone out with her for about three hours. It ended up in disaster as Cho had decided to talk about Cedric Diggory, which Harry didn't. Worst of all, he needed to go see Hermione, and Cho had thought he was two-timing her. Cho smiled weakly at him, and carried on into the Great Hall.
He sat at Gryffindor table and grabbed some bacon rolls.
"Are you alright?" Ginny asked. Harry shook his head, and took a bite out of the roll," I feel ill," He replied.
"Ahhhhh," Ginny said," Poor Harry." She grinned and placed her head on his shoulder. Harry put his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. They sat there for a few minutes, just hugging untill they heard the bell go. They drew back and kissed again.
"I love you Harry," Ginny whispered, hugging him.
"I love you more," Harry whispered back," I love you plus one more you can ever say." Ginny laughed and got up out of her seat.
"I've got Potions, cya later," Ginny said, and walked to the Dungeons. Harry had Transfiguration, and made his way to the class. He walked in to find that he was late.
"Why are you late Mr Potter?" Proffessor McGonagall asked, looking at him over the top of her glasses.
"Um...I-I...was." Harry stammered.
"I know you were talking with Miss Weasly," Proffessor McGonagall said, smiling," And I understand why you were late, in future, please try and be a little bit quicker."
"Yes Miss," Harry said, and made his way to his seat. Ron smiled at him as he got out his stuff, and said out of the corner of his mouth," I can't believe she let you off."
"I heard that Mr Weasly," Proffessor McGonagall said. Ron turned a bright shade of red and said nothing else." As I was saying before Mr Potter came in, the Crater Of Truth is supposedly where every bit of knowledge is stored, and where you can go to find the truth, hence the name Crater Of Truth." The name rang a bell, and Harry remembered the letter he got from someone. He raised his hand, and Proffesor McGonagall nodded at him.
"During the holidays, I recieved a letter from someone saying that my family heirloom was there," Harry said. Proffesor McGonagall studied him for a minute and said," Please go to Professor Dumbledore's office." Harry got up, packed his stuff away and walked out of the classroom. He walked up to Dumbledore's office and stared at the Gargoyle for a few minutes, not knowing the password.
"What do you want?" The Gargoyle said.
"I need to see Dumbledore, but I don't know the password," Harry said.
"Fawkes," said a voice from behind Harry. He twirled around to see Dumbledore standing in front of him. His long, silver beard glistened in the candle light and his purple cloak hovered as though Dumbledore had walked into the wind. The Gargoyle sprang aside and allowed them to go past.
"After you Harry," Dumbledore said. Harry walked up the stairs and entered the office. It had changed since he had last visited. The walls had turned a Plum colour, and the room had a completely different layout.
"So Harry," Dumbledore said," What did you need to see me about?"
"The Crater Of Truth," Harry said, and saw the look on Dumbledore's face.
"The Crater Of Truth?" Dumbledore asked, and looked out of the window.
OHHHHHHHHHH!! Cliffe!!! Remember to review, and I might get the next chapter done a little quicker!! I know this chapter was a bit 'lovey dovey', but hay, who cares?!