Harry woke up on Tuesday, and did not want to go to school. He was not awake, and he was too tired to get out of bed. It was only when Ron dragged him out of his bed that he actually got up. They went down to the Great Hall for breakfast, where Hermione was waiting for them, already wide awake and ready for Charms. Harry ate his breakfast, which was not a lot, and only consisted of two pieces of toast. "You should really eat more than that!" he heard a voice from behind him say. He turned around and saw Lupin standing over him. "You really do sound like a father!" Harry exclaimed. "I'm serious Harry. You really need to eat more than that," Lupin said sincerely. "I'm not really hungry," Harry told him. "Well, fine! But don't come crawling to me when you feel sick!" Lupin retorted. "Okay, father," Harry replied. Harry looked at Ron, who's face was red with laughter. Harry and Hermione got up from the table and left for Charms class once they were done eating breakfast.
They entered the Charms classroom where there were a few people in there, including the little squeaky professor, Professor Flitwick. "Today class, we will be continuing our discussion on the creation charm. Creo Insumo. You must remember to concentrate hard on the object you wish to create. I remember a few of you not creating the quill to the best of your ability, some of them not having a tip, some very small, some with holes in them, and some were very liquid-like. So, begin, and if you have not already shown me that you can do it, then you must show me by the end of the class. If my memory is correct, Harry Potter is the only one to show me," Professor Flitwick told the class. When the squeaky professor said Harry's name, everyone turned to look at him, which was one thing he seemed to get used to over all of his years at Hogwarts.
They continued to practice the 'Creo Insumo' charm. Harry was trying to create a piece of Honeyduke's chocolate, as he was feeling very hungry at the time, and was in the mood for some chocolate. Hermione was sitting next to him working on perfecting her quill to show Professor Flitwick, pausing every once in a while to ask Harry a question about the spell, which was keeping Harry from creating his bar of chocolate. Finally, when Harry had had enough, he told her, "I'll talk to you once I'm done making my chocolate!" and turned the other way, trying once again to make the chocolate. Hermione continued looking at him with her jaw wide open in surprise. "He picks chocolate over helping his friend?" she thought to herself. "I'm sorry, I'm just really hungry," Harry told her. "I thought you weren't going to talk to me until you were finished," Hermione replied. "I know, but you sounded so upset when you said 'He picks chocolate over helping his friend?' And I thought I'd try to make you a little happier, rather than being very upset with me," Harry told her. "But, I didn't say that. I only thought that," Hermione told him, quite confused. "But then how did I hear it?" Harry asked her. "I'm not sure. Have you ever read someone's mind before?" Hermione replied. "Not that I know of," Harry told her. "Huh. That's very odd. You should pay attention and if this continues, definitely tell the headmaster at once," Hermione told him. This was just like Hermione. "Go tell Dumbledore!" Harry thought about all of the times he had heard Hermione tell him that. That seemed like her answer to everything.
Now Harry knew the meaning behind the last words of the prophecy. About him having powers 'The Dark Lord knows not'. He had discovered some of those powers. Like his power of killing the dementors. And now he was reading people's minds. He was not sure whether he thought this was a good thing or a bad thing.
Harry and Hermione left the classroom after the bell rang, and went to the Great Hall to find Ron there waiting for them. "Hey Ron," Harry said. "Hey Harry, how was Charms?" he asked. "Fine, I guess. Listen, this is really freaky. I read Hermione's mind. I knew what she was thinking," Harry told him. "What's the trick? I know you're just trying to trick me. There is no way you would have the power to read minds," Ron told him. Just then, Harry remembered. He had not told them about the prophecy. He was part glad that he hadn't told his friends, since he didn't want them to worry, but part of hi wanted to tell them, since he should be able to tell his friends everything that is going on.
After eating lunch, they all went back to the common room. Harry told them that he was going to go see Professor Lupin about something, but in reality, he was actually going to go to his weekly visit to Cho in the hospital wing. He walked down the silent corridors, careful not to disturb any of the classes in progress. He walked into the hospital wing, and told Madame Pomfrey he wanted to see Cho. Madame Pomfrey looked at him sternly for a little while before giving him a simple 'ok', although he could tell she didn't really want to let him see Cho. He walked over to the hospital bed where she was lying, and looked at her pale body. The soul had been sucked out of her, and she lay there lifeless. Still and silent, with no real way of telling that she was actually alive. But then Harry remembered something. Wasn't there something that could help bring back the soul of a person. Something he had heard about in an Order meeting. Then he remembered. The Novo Animus.
But where was the Novo Animus? If he was to use it, he had to find it first. But how was he going to find it? He couldn't exactly just ask Dumbledore where it was being held. Dumbledore would become too suspicious. And how did it work? He would have to find something in the library about it. He decided it was in his best interest to head over to the library's restricted section and try to find a book about the Novo Animus, so he could find out what exactly it was, and how it was used.
He left the bedside of Cho, leaving the hospital wing, and heading towards the library. When he walked in, he saw one person in there. It didn't surprise him that the person was in there. Hermione was always there, and today was no exception. He walked over to the table she was sitting at. "Hey Hermione!" exclaimed Harry. "Oh, hey Harry!" she returned. "What are you here for?" he asked. "Umm...what does it look like?" she asked, pointing to a book she was reading. "Oh, well I guess it is kind of obvious. Okay, well I'm going to go find a book," he told her, heading off towards the restricted section. He walked down one of the dimly lit aisles, smelling the aroma of decaying wood, probably because the shelves were made of wood, and it looked as if there was water leaking from up ahead. He remembered the topics were in alphabetical order, and he walked over to about where the letter 'N' was located, looking specifically for a book on the Novo Animus. As he reached the shelves, he immediately saw a book that greatly interested. Novo Animus: The Item of Darkest Magic is what it read. He withdrew the book from the shelf, and wiped the dust off of the cover, revealing a brown leather cover, with N. Flammel written on the front, no doubt meaning Nicholas Flammel. Maybe the Novo Animus was yet another great invention of this man. He took the book back to a table by himself, and lifted the cover open, excited to learn its contents.
He began to read the introduction. "Many wizards have had their try at creating a device to restore the soul of a person. Many have been semi-successful, others have been total failures. For instance, the Veil of Darkness, found in the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic, uses ancient magic to try to create a portal between the place where the dead go, and Earth. They were somewhat successful, as it works as a barrier from Earth to the place where the dead go, but you would not be able to cross back oer the barrier. The device you will be reading about in pages to come is the Novo Animus, a creation and a discovery of mine. It is also somewhat successful. It only works on restoring the soul of a human, but wil not help to restore the brain or heart, or anything else for that matter." Harry read the part about the veil over and over again. "Surely there was a way to cross back over. Voldemort tried to. He must know how, but his followers were not powerful enough," Harry thought.
He read more of the book, trying to find out how it worked. He found a chapter that would greatly help him. "The Novo Animus is a very complex item, only able to be used during a certain ritual. During the ritual, you will need to summon the element of wind, and have in your possession the Novo Animus," the book read, "First you will summon the wind. Then you must point the Novo Animus at the body of the person who's soul you wish to ressurect. Following this, you must press and hold the ruby red button on the tip of the Novo Animus, while pointing it at the person, and saying, 'I push this button of ruby red, to restore the person in this bed. I wish to resurrect this soul, Restoring it is my goal. I want to help this body bound, This dead body I have found. Please help me restore this person, so their condition does not worsen.' If said with full heart, and correctly, you should see the shadow of the soul fly into the body. It will then take just a little while for the person to have their soul back." "Wow, that's pretty complex, I guess," Harry thought. He took the book, and put it back onto the shelf, leaving to go back to the common room. Hermione followed him when he left.
They entered the common room and walked over to the sofa next to where Ron was sitting, working on what looked like Herbology homework. "Hey Ron," Harry said. "Hey Harry," Ron replied, looking up from his essay. Harry looked over to one of the other chairs and saw Stefanie Riddle staring at her with those icy cold steel-grey eyes. He looked away. He knew she was trying to read his mind, and knew she was a telepath, as she had told him that earlier that year. Harry and Ron begun to talk about the quidditch season, and before they knew it, dinner time had arrived. They headed down to the Great Hall and sat down at their normal spots.
"Just one thing to say before we begin to eat," Dumbledore said, so that the whole Great Hall became silent. The third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out-of-bounds once again this year, as students must stay away if they want to continue to live a happy, peaceful life." "Wow! Once again, that corridor is off-limits! That's where the Sorceror's Stone was held five years ago! Remember Harry?" exclaimed Ron. "No, Ron. I don't remember. Thank you for helping me to remember," Harry said, very sarcastically. "Oh, your welcome," Ron said, laughing after realizing Harry wasn't being serious. Harry hurriedly ate his dinner, and wandered to Dumbledore's office afterwards for his Occlumency lesson.
He entered the office, and looked around for Dumbledore. Dumbledore was not in the room, so Harry decided to look around and see if there was anything interesting. He saw Fawkes, and walked over to where he was. Harry began to stroke Fawkes on the wing when he heard Dumbledore's voice from behind him. "Are you ready Harry?" Dumbledore asked him. "Yes Headmaster," Harry said, trying to be polite. He saw Snape, who was looking extremely worried, probably because of the note Harry had read. Lupin was also there, smiling at him as always. "Okay, get into your position," Dumbledore instructed. Harry got ready for the sort of mind-torture that he was going to have to go through tonight.
"Legilimens," Dumbledore spoke, pointing his wand at Harry's forehead. He felt a strange sensation. He could feel the wand, prodding at his head, trying to get through, but it was as if his head was rock solid. The 'wand' could not get through. He felt the sensation go away, and then heard Dumbledore's voice. "Wow Harry! You've made great improvement! I wasn't even able to get through that time! Let's try this one more time, to see if you can do it again," Dumbledore told him. Once again, he felt the same sensation. It was a little stronger this time. He figured Dumbledore was probably going to try harder now, like Voldemort would if he was trying to get inside Harry's head like he had last year with the Department of Mysteries. The sensation went away, and Dumbledore began to speak again. "Harry, I would like to congratulate you. You have made excellent progress, and I now consider you to be almost an expert in Occlumency, but you must not think that now you do not have to work as hard. For now, you must work even harder, as Voldemort will try harder to get into your head, like he did last year. I will talk to my assistants, and we will decide what to do next week. I have some ideas, but I'm not totally sure," Dumbledore told him, "You may go back to your common room now, Harry." "Okay," Harry replied. "Wow, that was quick," he thought to himself, "Does he really think I'm an expert?"
Harry entered the common room to see Ron and Hermione sitting on the sofa, talking to each other. He saw them kiss, and immediately was grossed-out. He did not like to see his two best friends kiss. It was just a little bit weird to him. "Hey guys," Harry said, as he walked over to his friends. "Oh, hey Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. "That was a little short," Ron said. "I know, Dumbledore said I was doing very good, so he told me I could go early today," Harry told them. "Well that's good," Hermione replied. "I asked Hermione to the first Hogsmeade trip and she said 'yes'!" Ron whispered to him when Hermione turned around to grab one of her books. "Awesome!" Harry said, happy for his friend, "I'm going to go up to the dormitory and read a little bit more of this book I've been reading." "Alright Harry, I'll see you later when I come up," Ron told him. "See you tomorrow morning Harry!" exclaimed Hermione.
Harry headed up the stairs and into the dormitory, where he grabbed "Magic Without the Wand", the book he had taken from the library a little while ago. He was still reading about Animagus Forms, and was learning a lot from the book. It would definitely become very useful. He was reading about having multiple forms, and how not many people can take multiple forms. He was also reading about how sometimes the creature's instincts will kick in while still in human form, and how sometimes the transformation is uncontrollable when the instincts kick in. He was deeply involved in reading the last of that section, having been reading for almost two straight hours, when Ron walked in. "You're still reading?" Ron asked him, with a puzzled look on his face. "Yeah, it's really interesting," Harry told him. "What book is it?" Ron asked. "Oh, just a book about Occlumency," Harry lied, not wanting his friend to know what he was really studying. "Oh, that's pretty cool," Ron said, "I'm getting to bed Harry. I'll see you tomorrow." "Okay, I better be getting to bed too. See you at breakfast Ron," Harry told his friend, as he laid back on his pillows and fell asleep.
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They entered the Charms classroom where there were a few people in there, including the little squeaky professor, Professor Flitwick. "Today class, we will be continuing our discussion on the creation charm. Creo Insumo. You must remember to concentrate hard on the object you wish to create. I remember a few of you not creating the quill to the best of your ability, some of them not having a tip, some very small, some with holes in them, and some were very liquid-like. So, begin, and if you have not already shown me that you can do it, then you must show me by the end of the class. If my memory is correct, Harry Potter is the only one to show me," Professor Flitwick told the class. When the squeaky professor said Harry's name, everyone turned to look at him, which was one thing he seemed to get used to over all of his years at Hogwarts.
They continued to practice the 'Creo Insumo' charm. Harry was trying to create a piece of Honeyduke's chocolate, as he was feeling very hungry at the time, and was in the mood for some chocolate. Hermione was sitting next to him working on perfecting her quill to show Professor Flitwick, pausing every once in a while to ask Harry a question about the spell, which was keeping Harry from creating his bar of chocolate. Finally, when Harry had had enough, he told her, "I'll talk to you once I'm done making my chocolate!" and turned the other way, trying once again to make the chocolate. Hermione continued looking at him with her jaw wide open in surprise. "He picks chocolate over helping his friend?" she thought to herself. "I'm sorry, I'm just really hungry," Harry told her. "I thought you weren't going to talk to me until you were finished," Hermione replied. "I know, but you sounded so upset when you said 'He picks chocolate over helping his friend?' And I thought I'd try to make you a little happier, rather than being very upset with me," Harry told her. "But, I didn't say that. I only thought that," Hermione told him, quite confused. "But then how did I hear it?" Harry asked her. "I'm not sure. Have you ever read someone's mind before?" Hermione replied. "Not that I know of," Harry told her. "Huh. That's very odd. You should pay attention and if this continues, definitely tell the headmaster at once," Hermione told him. This was just like Hermione. "Go tell Dumbledore!" Harry thought about all of the times he had heard Hermione tell him that. That seemed like her answer to everything.
Now Harry knew the meaning behind the last words of the prophecy. About him having powers 'The Dark Lord knows not'. He had discovered some of those powers. Like his power of killing the dementors. And now he was reading people's minds. He was not sure whether he thought this was a good thing or a bad thing.
Harry and Hermione left the classroom after the bell rang, and went to the Great Hall to find Ron there waiting for them. "Hey Ron," Harry said. "Hey Harry, how was Charms?" he asked. "Fine, I guess. Listen, this is really freaky. I read Hermione's mind. I knew what she was thinking," Harry told him. "What's the trick? I know you're just trying to trick me. There is no way you would have the power to read minds," Ron told him. Just then, Harry remembered. He had not told them about the prophecy. He was part glad that he hadn't told his friends, since he didn't want them to worry, but part of hi wanted to tell them, since he should be able to tell his friends everything that is going on.
After eating lunch, they all went back to the common room. Harry told them that he was going to go see Professor Lupin about something, but in reality, he was actually going to go to his weekly visit to Cho in the hospital wing. He walked down the silent corridors, careful not to disturb any of the classes in progress. He walked into the hospital wing, and told Madame Pomfrey he wanted to see Cho. Madame Pomfrey looked at him sternly for a little while before giving him a simple 'ok', although he could tell she didn't really want to let him see Cho. He walked over to the hospital bed where she was lying, and looked at her pale body. The soul had been sucked out of her, and she lay there lifeless. Still and silent, with no real way of telling that she was actually alive. But then Harry remembered something. Wasn't there something that could help bring back the soul of a person. Something he had heard about in an Order meeting. Then he remembered. The Novo Animus.
But where was the Novo Animus? If he was to use it, he had to find it first. But how was he going to find it? He couldn't exactly just ask Dumbledore where it was being held. Dumbledore would become too suspicious. And how did it work? He would have to find something in the library about it. He decided it was in his best interest to head over to the library's restricted section and try to find a book about the Novo Animus, so he could find out what exactly it was, and how it was used.
He left the bedside of Cho, leaving the hospital wing, and heading towards the library. When he walked in, he saw one person in there. It didn't surprise him that the person was in there. Hermione was always there, and today was no exception. He walked over to the table she was sitting at. "Hey Hermione!" exclaimed Harry. "Oh, hey Harry!" she returned. "What are you here for?" he asked. "Umm...what does it look like?" she asked, pointing to a book she was reading. "Oh, well I guess it is kind of obvious. Okay, well I'm going to go find a book," he told her, heading off towards the restricted section. He walked down one of the dimly lit aisles, smelling the aroma of decaying wood, probably because the shelves were made of wood, and it looked as if there was water leaking from up ahead. He remembered the topics were in alphabetical order, and he walked over to about where the letter 'N' was located, looking specifically for a book on the Novo Animus. As he reached the shelves, he immediately saw a book that greatly interested. Novo Animus: The Item of Darkest Magic is what it read. He withdrew the book from the shelf, and wiped the dust off of the cover, revealing a brown leather cover, with N. Flammel written on the front, no doubt meaning Nicholas Flammel. Maybe the Novo Animus was yet another great invention of this man. He took the book back to a table by himself, and lifted the cover open, excited to learn its contents.
He began to read the introduction. "Many wizards have had their try at creating a device to restore the soul of a person. Many have been semi-successful, others have been total failures. For instance, the Veil of Darkness, found in the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic, uses ancient magic to try to create a portal between the place where the dead go, and Earth. They were somewhat successful, as it works as a barrier from Earth to the place where the dead go, but you would not be able to cross back oer the barrier. The device you will be reading about in pages to come is the Novo Animus, a creation and a discovery of mine. It is also somewhat successful. It only works on restoring the soul of a human, but wil not help to restore the brain or heart, or anything else for that matter." Harry read the part about the veil over and over again. "Surely there was a way to cross back over. Voldemort tried to. He must know how, but his followers were not powerful enough," Harry thought.
He read more of the book, trying to find out how it worked. He found a chapter that would greatly help him. "The Novo Animus is a very complex item, only able to be used during a certain ritual. During the ritual, you will need to summon the element of wind, and have in your possession the Novo Animus," the book read, "First you will summon the wind. Then you must point the Novo Animus at the body of the person who's soul you wish to ressurect. Following this, you must press and hold the ruby red button on the tip of the Novo Animus, while pointing it at the person, and saying, 'I push this button of ruby red, to restore the person in this bed. I wish to resurrect this soul, Restoring it is my goal. I want to help this body bound, This dead body I have found. Please help me restore this person, so their condition does not worsen.' If said with full heart, and correctly, you should see the shadow of the soul fly into the body. It will then take just a little while for the person to have their soul back." "Wow, that's pretty complex, I guess," Harry thought. He took the book, and put it back onto the shelf, leaving to go back to the common room. Hermione followed him when he left.
They entered the common room and walked over to the sofa next to where Ron was sitting, working on what looked like Herbology homework. "Hey Ron," Harry said. "Hey Harry," Ron replied, looking up from his essay. Harry looked over to one of the other chairs and saw Stefanie Riddle staring at her with those icy cold steel-grey eyes. He looked away. He knew she was trying to read his mind, and knew she was a telepath, as she had told him that earlier that year. Harry and Ron begun to talk about the quidditch season, and before they knew it, dinner time had arrived. They headed down to the Great Hall and sat down at their normal spots.
"Just one thing to say before we begin to eat," Dumbledore said, so that the whole Great Hall became silent. The third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out-of-bounds once again this year, as students must stay away if they want to continue to live a happy, peaceful life." "Wow! Once again, that corridor is off-limits! That's where the Sorceror's Stone was held five years ago! Remember Harry?" exclaimed Ron. "No, Ron. I don't remember. Thank you for helping me to remember," Harry said, very sarcastically. "Oh, your welcome," Ron said, laughing after realizing Harry wasn't being serious. Harry hurriedly ate his dinner, and wandered to Dumbledore's office afterwards for his Occlumency lesson.
He entered the office, and looked around for Dumbledore. Dumbledore was not in the room, so Harry decided to look around and see if there was anything interesting. He saw Fawkes, and walked over to where he was. Harry began to stroke Fawkes on the wing when he heard Dumbledore's voice from behind him. "Are you ready Harry?" Dumbledore asked him. "Yes Headmaster," Harry said, trying to be polite. He saw Snape, who was looking extremely worried, probably because of the note Harry had read. Lupin was also there, smiling at him as always. "Okay, get into your position," Dumbledore instructed. Harry got ready for the sort of mind-torture that he was going to have to go through tonight.
"Legilimens," Dumbledore spoke, pointing his wand at Harry's forehead. He felt a strange sensation. He could feel the wand, prodding at his head, trying to get through, but it was as if his head was rock solid. The 'wand' could not get through. He felt the sensation go away, and then heard Dumbledore's voice. "Wow Harry! You've made great improvement! I wasn't even able to get through that time! Let's try this one more time, to see if you can do it again," Dumbledore told him. Once again, he felt the same sensation. It was a little stronger this time. He figured Dumbledore was probably going to try harder now, like Voldemort would if he was trying to get inside Harry's head like he had last year with the Department of Mysteries. The sensation went away, and Dumbledore began to speak again. "Harry, I would like to congratulate you. You have made excellent progress, and I now consider you to be almost an expert in Occlumency, but you must not think that now you do not have to work as hard. For now, you must work even harder, as Voldemort will try harder to get into your head, like he did last year. I will talk to my assistants, and we will decide what to do next week. I have some ideas, but I'm not totally sure," Dumbledore told him, "You may go back to your common room now, Harry." "Okay," Harry replied. "Wow, that was quick," he thought to himself, "Does he really think I'm an expert?"
Harry entered the common room to see Ron and Hermione sitting on the sofa, talking to each other. He saw them kiss, and immediately was grossed-out. He did not like to see his two best friends kiss. It was just a little bit weird to him. "Hey guys," Harry said, as he walked over to his friends. "Oh, hey Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. "That was a little short," Ron said. "I know, Dumbledore said I was doing very good, so he told me I could go early today," Harry told them. "Well that's good," Hermione replied. "I asked Hermione to the first Hogsmeade trip and she said 'yes'!" Ron whispered to him when Hermione turned around to grab one of her books. "Awesome!" Harry said, happy for his friend, "I'm going to go up to the dormitory and read a little bit more of this book I've been reading." "Alright Harry, I'll see you later when I come up," Ron told him. "See you tomorrow morning Harry!" exclaimed Hermione.
Harry headed up the stairs and into the dormitory, where he grabbed "Magic Without the Wand", the book he had taken from the library a little while ago. He was still reading about Animagus Forms, and was learning a lot from the book. It would definitely become very useful. He was reading about having multiple forms, and how not many people can take multiple forms. He was also reading about how sometimes the creature's instincts will kick in while still in human form, and how sometimes the transformation is uncontrollable when the instincts kick in. He was deeply involved in reading the last of that section, having been reading for almost two straight hours, when Ron walked in. "You're still reading?" Ron asked him, with a puzzled look on his face. "Yeah, it's really interesting," Harry told him. "What book is it?" Ron asked. "Oh, just a book about Occlumency," Harry lied, not wanting his friend to know what he was really studying. "Oh, that's pretty cool," Ron said, "I'm getting to bed Harry. I'll see you tomorrow." "Okay, I better be getting to bed too. See you at breakfast Ron," Harry told his friend, as he laid back on his pillows and fell asleep.
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