Chapter Seven
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Harry showed up in Dumbledore's office at nine exactly. He took a seat, and waited. Tonight was the night that he was supposed to join the Underground. He had slipped out of the Gryffindor Tower unnoticed, luckily. People had been hawking him about his new look, and it was getting harder and harder to escape them.
Soon the room had filled, and the meeting began. "Welcome to another meeting of the Dragon Heart Underground," started Dumbledore. "Tonight is a special meeting. Tonight we will welcome one more into the Underground, Harry…Harry! Wake up!
Harry, who had spent half of the night up before running from the people flocking him, and the other half barring them out of the Fifth Year male dorms, had fallen asleep in his chair. "Huh,…oh, sorry Professor Dumbledore, didn't get any sleep last night…what were you saying?"
Snape just shook his head, Dumbledore smiled, and Sirius gave him a knowing wink. "Yes," said Dumbledore, "we were just about to initiate you." Harry nodded, and Dumbledore continued. "This is your ring," he said, handing Harry a silver ring with strange runes on it. "When we need you it will glow. You won't be going on too many missions yet, but we're not sure w hen you'll have to. When your ring does glow, you are to report here immediately. Everything will be explained then. Meetings will be told to you ahead of time. Understood?"
Harry nodded, and slipped on the ring. Dumbledore continued about various things. Death Eater attacks, new information on Voldemort, those things. Of course, Harry didn't pick up very much of this information, because, once again, he had fallen asleep.
"HARRY!!!!" cried Hermione, dashing to the table. "You weren't in the Common Room all night, and Ron said he didn't see you in the dorms, and…"
"Hermione…"
"We were worried sick! How could you not tell us that…"
"Hermione…"
"you could have been dead or worse and…"
"Hermione…"
"what if You-Know-Who had gotten you…"
"Hermione…"
"Or what if…"
"HERMIONE!!!!"
"Oh, yes Harry?"
"Am I sitting at this table?"
"Yes."
"Am I alive?"
"Yes."
"Then stop worrying about me!"
"Harry! You had Hermione and I worried mate! Guess you probably need some peace and quiet." He sat down and pulled out his schedule. "Let's see…not again!"
"What again?" asked Harry. Ron just shook his head, pointed at his schedule, and stuffed his mouth full of food. Double Potions again! Looking at the schedule, Harry noticed they had it everyday. But, as if to make this day worse, they had Divination right after.
"Did you finally realize how ugly you were and try to hide it, Potter?" came Malfoy's voice. "Or, were you trying to hide from Mudblood and Weasel?"
Harry felt his body sizzle with power. He knew that when a Mage got angry, they'd completely loose control of their magic. He had to concentrate on something else, quick, or there wasn't going to be a Malfoy. Harry scanned the room, and immediately knew what to focus his powers on…except it didn't turn out as he planned.
"What happened to the Slytherin's hair!?" cried Dean. Harry dared to look at what had happened, and turned his head slowly. The Slytherin's hair was dyed scarlet and gold. Snape was glaring disapprovingly, and Sirius was laughing hysterically.
"I wish I knew who did that!" said Fred.
"You mean you didn't do it?" asked Seamus. Fred, George, and Lee shook their heads solemnly.
"Unfortunately, we didn't. Someone bested us with one prank!"
"I've got to get my books," said Harry, quickly hurrying out of the Hall.
Snape came billowing in, once again in a foul mood, and looking like him had just jumped in a pool someone had accidentally spilled grease into. Everyone was immediately in their seats, except Harry.
"Potter, kindly explain why you are not sitting, like everyone else." He was glaring down at Harry, as if he hoped he'd disappear. It was obvious to Harry that he knew who had caused the Slytherin's hair to change colors.
"Sir, permission was not granted, Sir!"
"POTTER SIT DOWN!!!!"
"Sir, yes, Sir!" He sat.
"Today, we will be taking notes on the…Potter!"
"Sir?"
"Why are you staring at me?!"
"Sir, General Snape, Sir, permission was never granted to blink, Sir."
"Potter, you have permission to do what is necessary."
"Sir, thank you, Sir!" Harry got up to leave, and headed towards the door.
"WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?!?!"
"General Snape, this soldier was granted to do what is necessary. It is necessary that this soldier leave, Sir."
"Why!?" People were beginning to find it hard not to laugh.
"Sir, I have a feeling that you do not want to have to mop up a wet floor, Sir."
"What?" asked Snape, confused. Malfoy smugly raised his hand. Snape gave a curt nod in this direction.
"Professor, Potter has to go to the bathroom."
Snape began to massage his temples, "Potter. Go to the bathroom. Then, come back and wait for me outside this door."
"Sir, yes, Sir!!"
After class Snape had brought Harry up to Dumbledore's office. He explained about what Harry had been doing in his class.
"Honestly, Severus, I find nothing wrong."
"But…"
"Twenty points to Gryffindor for such wonderful obedience. Now, off to your next class, Harry."
"DO YOU MEAN TO…." Harry ran from Dumbledore's office. He had no wish to experience Snape's mental breakdown.
In Divination they were palm reading. "Hmmm…Harry, your life line…not, that's not your life line…that's your…no, it's not that either…"
"Ron…"
"Just hold on a second, Harry. I'm trying to figure out what this curvy line is."
"Let me see dear," said Trelawny. "Oh…very short life line." Harry mad a face to Ron. "Surprise in the near future…a perilous journey. This is not good dear…not good at all." She dropped his palm and patted his hand reassuringly. "Now, class, I'll demonstrate the art of fire-gazing."
They all sat down on a poof, unfortunately, Harry got closest to those stupid fumes. He hadn't gotten very much sleep because of the meeting, even though he slept through half of it. Pretty soon he had fallen asleep.
Harry woke up, ten minutes later, to Ron poking him. "Huh?"
"She asked you what you see," hissed Ron in his ear.
"Oh, umm, a Grim…I see a Grim. I also see great pain…" This seemed to lighten Trelawny's mood considerably. Harry sighed inwardly, and went back to sleep.
That night he decided to pull a prank at dinner, but not on the Slytherins, or Snape for that matter. This one was going to be for a certain Marauder. One who had nicked his clothes, and towel, when he went out to swim earlier in the lake.
He looked at Sirius, and envisioned his hair green and silver, in gelled spikes of course. Then he looked away, so as not to attract attention. When he was sure that Sirius hadn't noticed the changer, he concentrated on tying his shoelaces to his chair; using a binding spell to seal them to the chair.
Then, Harry went to the extreme. He placed a curse on Sirius' robes that would cause them to disappear when he stood. The next five minutes were the best part of Harry's day.
Sirius reached up to brush back his hair, and realized that it had changed. He jumped up in surprise, falling face first over the table. It took him an eternity to get off his shoes. When he stood up, he seemed to realize that he was in his boxer shorts only, these clearly stated, 'I Love Arabella Figg' with blinking hearts.
The whole of the Great Hall was laughing
hysterically. Remus said, "Who could out marauder a Marauder?"
Harry stood, took a sweeping bow,
and when he came back up said, "A Marauder's son."
Okay, I really hope you liked it. I played with the spacing a bit, and tell me if it looks better that way. Sorry that the chapter was so short. I already have an idea for the next chapter…I think I'll title it…The War. Okay, R/R, please!!!