He stepped outside and then began to feel very cold. He knew what it was. It was dementors. He whipped out his wand and gathered all the prefects. The ones who weren't Slytherins, knew how to perform a Patronus spell, since they had all been in Dumbledore's Army last year. Harry and the prefects went outside the prefect carriage and ushered the younger students into the carriage. Harry saw one dementor and immediately started thinking happy thoughts.
"Expecto Patronum!" Harry shouted and the stag erupted from his wand. It charged at the dementor, and before he knew it, the dementor was gone. The stag came back to him and started to circle him. Then he saw something he didn't want to see, there were tons of them, all around them. His patronus tried to get rid of all that it could, but it didn't get rid of too many. Harry felt weak and he fell to the ground. He wasn't going to give up now. He thought hard on happy thoughts. He thought about Quidditch. He thought about finding Sirius. He thought about Mr. Weasley becoming Minister of Magic. He thought of winning the Quidditch cup once again. He kept thinking happy thoughts.
Everything went white. He did not know what was going on. He thought maybe he was dying. Maybe he received the Dementor's Kiss. His vision returned and he looked around him. The dementors were lying on the ground.
"Harry! Are you alright?" he heard his Headmaster say. He looked out the door of the train to see Dumbledore getting closer, looking more worried than ever. "How did you do that Harry?" Dumbledore asked, amazed.
"Do what?" Harry asked, confused.
"You killed them. You didn't just drive them away. You killed them. Twenty-three of them to be exact!" Dumbledore exclaimed.
"I killed them?" Harry asked, now even more confused.
"Yes! I've never heard of someone being able to kill them!" Dumbledore told him. Harry felt weak and before he knew it, he was on the ground, not being able to get up. "Let's take him to the hospital wing," he heard Dumbledore say. He was lifted onto a stretcher and carried out to the school. He was carried to the hospital wing and then he could hear Madame Pomfrey's angry yells. He fell asleep and could not hear anything else.
He lay there for about four hours before he finally woke up. When he did, Madame Pomfrey was right there, with a bar of chocolate for him to eat. He still felt pretty weak. He ate the chocolate bar, and began to feel warmer and more alive. She gave him a tray of food and told him that he could not do anything until he ate everything on the tray. He started to eat the food, but he really did not want to. He just wished he was back with his friends, Ron and Hermione. He ate though, and he ate it all. Madame Pomfrey came back within a half an hour and told him that Dumbledore had ordered her to take him to Dumbledore's office. He tried to get out of bed, but found that hard. He had to let Madame Pomfrey help him out.
He stood up and began walking the familiar path to Dumbledore's office. Madame Pomfrey held him under the arm, and assisted him with walking. She seemed very angry and did not want Harry to leave the hospital wing.
"Skiving Snackboxes," Madame Pomfrey said when she reached the gargoyles. They slid open, revealing the stairs. They went upwards toward the door to Dumbledore's office. Harry was about to knock, but Moody opened the door before he knocked. It seemed as though Moody had been watching the door with his magical eye. Madame Pomfrey walked him over to a nice seat near Lupin, and sat him down. Harry gladly took the seat, for he was terribly exhausted.
"How are you feeling Harry?" Lupin asked him in a fatherly tone once Madame Pomfrey had left him.
"Well, I'm still feeling kind of weak. It's hard for me to walk," Harry told him, "But I should be fine after I get some sleep tonight."
"Yeah, I'm glad to hear that," Lupin replied.
"Let this here meeting of the Order of the Phoenix on September the First, begin," Dumbledore spoke, starting the meeting. "As many of you are aware, Harry Potter is the first wizard ever to be able to actually kill a dementor," Dumbledore informed the members of the Order. Harry could hear murmurs of excitement around the room. People were obviously impressed with him. "We are glad to say, that Harry Potter has killed off twenty-three dementors who were under the control of Lord Voldemort. Leaving approximately still around one hundred dementors under the Voldemort's power," Dumbledore told them.
"How is Harry Potter doing?" an elderly witch asked.
"Why don't we ask him himself?" Dumbledore suggested. Harry tried to stand up, but found that his legs were still too weak.
"I am still feeling kind of weak. My legs especially. But I think I will be fine after a good sleep tonight," Harry informed the crowd.
"Okay, onto our next subject of discussion," Dumbledore said, motioning to Lupin.
"I will be teaching the Defence Against the Dark Arts class this year, along with Nymphadora Tonks. Tonks will be assisting me during lessons, so that we may better teach these kids the skills they need to defend themselves in case something happens to them, like what happened earlier today," Lupin told the members of the Order.
"Our first lesson will be on producing a Patronus form," Tonks added.
"I can already produce one," Harry thought to himself.
"Our next subject of discussion is the giants. What have you found Hagrid?" Dumbledore asked. Harry saw Hagrid on the other side of the room, and Hagrid stood up to give his findings.
"Well, er, the giants, are not gonna help you-know-who, but they ain't gonna help us out to much either," Hagrid reported and then sat down.
"Well, I guess that's good that they're not going to help out Voldemort. But we could've used their help," Dumbledore said, "Okay, that's all we have for tonight. Harry, please stay, I would like to talk with you." Everyone except Harry got up and left the room.
"Harry, I want to talk to you about what happened earlier," Dumbledore said to him, looking concerned, "Tell me what you remember."
"Well, I produced my patronus. But it couldn't take care of all the dementors. They were all around me. I fell to the ground. But I kept thinking extremely happy thoughts. Then everything went white. When everything was clear again, I looked up and they were just laying there, dead," Harry told Dumbledore.
"All right Harry," Dumbledore replied.
"Why do I have these powers?" Harry asked.
"I think it's just meant to be this way," Dumbledore returned.
"The prophecy?" Harry suggested.
"Yes Harry. The prophecy. It says you have powers 'The Dark Lord knows not'. I think this is one of those powers," Dumbledore admitted.
"Wow," Harry said, not knowing what to say.
"I would like you to know that you will be having Occlumency lessons every Tuesday night and Animagi training every Thursday night," Dumbledore told him.
"Yes professor," Harry replied.
"I think it's best you get some rest Harry. You have classes tomorrow," Dumbledore instructed him.
"Yes professor," Harry agreed. He got up, and with the help of Professor Dumbledore, walked back to the common room. He felt much stronger now and was able to do more of the work.
He lie down in his bed, and fell right to sleep. He was still wearing his robes. That night, he had a strange dream. He was walking down the corridor in the Ministry of Magic and entered the Department of Mysteries. He went through one of the doors, which led him to the room with the veil. He heard a voice coming from the veil.
"Harry! Help me!" the voice was saying. He knew that voice. It was the voice of Sirius Black.
"Expecto Patronum!" Harry shouted and the stag erupted from his wand. It charged at the dementor, and before he knew it, the dementor was gone. The stag came back to him and started to circle him. Then he saw something he didn't want to see, there were tons of them, all around them. His patronus tried to get rid of all that it could, but it didn't get rid of too many. Harry felt weak and he fell to the ground. He wasn't going to give up now. He thought hard on happy thoughts. He thought about Quidditch. He thought about finding Sirius. He thought about Mr. Weasley becoming Minister of Magic. He thought of winning the Quidditch cup once again. He kept thinking happy thoughts.
Everything went white. He did not know what was going on. He thought maybe he was dying. Maybe he received the Dementor's Kiss. His vision returned and he looked around him. The dementors were lying on the ground.
"Harry! Are you alright?" he heard his Headmaster say. He looked out the door of the train to see Dumbledore getting closer, looking more worried than ever. "How did you do that Harry?" Dumbledore asked, amazed.
"Do what?" Harry asked, confused.
"You killed them. You didn't just drive them away. You killed them. Twenty-three of them to be exact!" Dumbledore exclaimed.
"I killed them?" Harry asked, now even more confused.
"Yes! I've never heard of someone being able to kill them!" Dumbledore told him. Harry felt weak and before he knew it, he was on the ground, not being able to get up. "Let's take him to the hospital wing," he heard Dumbledore say. He was lifted onto a stretcher and carried out to the school. He was carried to the hospital wing and then he could hear Madame Pomfrey's angry yells. He fell asleep and could not hear anything else.
He lay there for about four hours before he finally woke up. When he did, Madame Pomfrey was right there, with a bar of chocolate for him to eat. He still felt pretty weak. He ate the chocolate bar, and began to feel warmer and more alive. She gave him a tray of food and told him that he could not do anything until he ate everything on the tray. He started to eat the food, but he really did not want to. He just wished he was back with his friends, Ron and Hermione. He ate though, and he ate it all. Madame Pomfrey came back within a half an hour and told him that Dumbledore had ordered her to take him to Dumbledore's office. He tried to get out of bed, but found that hard. He had to let Madame Pomfrey help him out.
He stood up and began walking the familiar path to Dumbledore's office. Madame Pomfrey held him under the arm, and assisted him with walking. She seemed very angry and did not want Harry to leave the hospital wing.
"Skiving Snackboxes," Madame Pomfrey said when she reached the gargoyles. They slid open, revealing the stairs. They went upwards toward the door to Dumbledore's office. Harry was about to knock, but Moody opened the door before he knocked. It seemed as though Moody had been watching the door with his magical eye. Madame Pomfrey walked him over to a nice seat near Lupin, and sat him down. Harry gladly took the seat, for he was terribly exhausted.
"How are you feeling Harry?" Lupin asked him in a fatherly tone once Madame Pomfrey had left him.
"Well, I'm still feeling kind of weak. It's hard for me to walk," Harry told him, "But I should be fine after I get some sleep tonight."
"Yeah, I'm glad to hear that," Lupin replied.
"Let this here meeting of the Order of the Phoenix on September the First, begin," Dumbledore spoke, starting the meeting. "As many of you are aware, Harry Potter is the first wizard ever to be able to actually kill a dementor," Dumbledore informed the members of the Order. Harry could hear murmurs of excitement around the room. People were obviously impressed with him. "We are glad to say, that Harry Potter has killed off twenty-three dementors who were under the control of Lord Voldemort. Leaving approximately still around one hundred dementors under the Voldemort's power," Dumbledore told them.
"How is Harry Potter doing?" an elderly witch asked.
"Why don't we ask him himself?" Dumbledore suggested. Harry tried to stand up, but found that his legs were still too weak.
"I am still feeling kind of weak. My legs especially. But I think I will be fine after a good sleep tonight," Harry informed the crowd.
"Okay, onto our next subject of discussion," Dumbledore said, motioning to Lupin.
"I will be teaching the Defence Against the Dark Arts class this year, along with Nymphadora Tonks. Tonks will be assisting me during lessons, so that we may better teach these kids the skills they need to defend themselves in case something happens to them, like what happened earlier today," Lupin told the members of the Order.
"Our first lesson will be on producing a Patronus form," Tonks added.
"I can already produce one," Harry thought to himself.
"Our next subject of discussion is the giants. What have you found Hagrid?" Dumbledore asked. Harry saw Hagrid on the other side of the room, and Hagrid stood up to give his findings.
"Well, er, the giants, are not gonna help you-know-who, but they ain't gonna help us out to much either," Hagrid reported and then sat down.
"Well, I guess that's good that they're not going to help out Voldemort. But we could've used their help," Dumbledore said, "Okay, that's all we have for tonight. Harry, please stay, I would like to talk with you." Everyone except Harry got up and left the room.
"Harry, I want to talk to you about what happened earlier," Dumbledore said to him, looking concerned, "Tell me what you remember."
"Well, I produced my patronus. But it couldn't take care of all the dementors. They were all around me. I fell to the ground. But I kept thinking extremely happy thoughts. Then everything went white. When everything was clear again, I looked up and they were just laying there, dead," Harry told Dumbledore.
"All right Harry," Dumbledore replied.
"Why do I have these powers?" Harry asked.
"I think it's just meant to be this way," Dumbledore returned.
"The prophecy?" Harry suggested.
"Yes Harry. The prophecy. It says you have powers 'The Dark Lord knows not'. I think this is one of those powers," Dumbledore admitted.
"Wow," Harry said, not knowing what to say.
"I would like you to know that you will be having Occlumency lessons every Tuesday night and Animagi training every Thursday night," Dumbledore told him.
"Yes professor," Harry replied.
"I think it's best you get some rest Harry. You have classes tomorrow," Dumbledore instructed him.
"Yes professor," Harry agreed. He got up, and with the help of Professor Dumbledore, walked back to the common room. He felt much stronger now and was able to do more of the work.
He lie down in his bed, and fell right to sleep. He was still wearing his robes. That night, he had a strange dream. He was walking down the corridor in the Ministry of Magic and entered the Department of Mysteries. He went through one of the doors, which led him to the room with the veil. He heard a voice coming from the veil.
"Harry! Help me!" the voice was saying. He knew that voice. It was the voice of Sirius Black.