The week went by as usual, nothing else being weird about the week. No new teachers, no weird substitute teachers, no new quidditch players, everything was just how it normally was for Harry. Lots of homework to do, and the same crabby teachers just piling more and more work on him. But there was one exception to that normal week. Friday. They had Viktor Krum as a teacher for Care of Magical Creatures, as announced on Monday. They still didn't know why Professor Grubbly-Plank had left, and the trio was determined to find out. They knew that Krum would most likely know, so they decided to ask him when they got to class.
"Is tis all vat we have?" he asked. "Ummmm....yeah," Harry replied. "Dis is kind of veird, don't ya tink so?" Krum said to them, laughing a little. "Yeah, I guess so, hey, we have a question for you," Ron told him. "Vat is it?" Krum asked them. "Well, it seems as though Professor Grubbly-Plank has left us. Why is that?" Harry asked him. "I don't know vat you are talking about," he replied. "Viktor, please tell us," Hermione said in a very sweet voice. Harry could see Krum's face turning red as she spoke. "Vell, I guess it couldn't hurt much," he admitted, "Vell, Grubbly-Plank vas attacked by some kind of vild animal. Dumbledore did not tink it vas best for her to teach dis class if she could not handle vat animal." "Oh, well that seems pretty reasonable," Ron admitted.
The class went on as normal. Harry did admit to himself that having Krum as a teacher was very weird, and Harry could not wait for Hagrid to return. Hagrid was a much better teacher, and much more interesting, as he would teach them about more interesting animals, and much more dangerous animals, which proved to be very helpful to Harry. After the class, the trio headed off towards the Great Hall for lunch after listening to Krum talk for about an hour, with his strange accent which annoyed Ron very much. The three friends ate their lunches together, speaking occasionally about things going on in the world, and Harry began to feel a sudden burn on his left shoulder. It was the mark of the Order, and Harry knew there would be an Order meeting. He reminded himself that he mustn't miss this next meeting like he had the last one.
That night he headed off for Dumbledore's office for the Order meeting. He opened the door to Dumbledore's office, and walked inside to see Kingsley, Moody, Tonks, Lupin, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Snape, and a few others sitting in the room already. "Hello Harry!" Mr. Weasley greeted him. "Oh, Harry!" Mrs. Weasley said, grabbing him and pulling him into a giant, motherly hug. "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Weasley!" Harry replied. He took a seat next to Lupin and Tonks, who were laughing about something Lupin had just said. "Oh, brother," Harry murmured, looking at the way Lupin and Tonks were laughing together, holding hands. "Man, I sound like that Charlie Brown character my aunt and uncle used to talk about," he thought to himself. That was the one thing he would miss about his aunt and uncle. Their knowledge of the muggle world. They were very intelligent and knew a lot about everything that went on within the muggle realm.
"Okay, this meeting of the Order of the Phoenix shall begin now," Dumbledore told the group. Everyone became silent at once, and listened as Dumbledore spoke. "Something rather important occurred last Sunday morning, which I have finally decided to let you all know. But I think it will be best for Harry Potter to tell us the story, since he was there for the whole ordeal," Dumbledore continued. Harry stood up, and began to tell the story of what had happened the last Sunday. He did fail to mention a few details, like him using the Novo Animus, or even touching the Novo Animus, however, not wanting to get into any trouble. "Okay, Harry, you may sit down. Kingsley, do you have any information regarding the break-in at Gringotts a while ago?" Dumbledore asked. "Yes Dumbledore. I do have some information, and I do believe it will become useful to us in the future. Very useful," Kingsley replied, standing up, with a rather large grin appearing on his face.
"What is it?" Dumbledore asked him, a slight smile also growing on his face. "Well Dumbledore, it seems as though our robbers were not witches or wizards. They were creatures. Porgybesses to be exact," Kingsley told them. Harry remembered Hagrid teaching them about those creatures. Harry was quite interested in them, in fact, and had researched them with Hermione and Ron in the library once, so he knew a lot about them. "In fact, those porgybesses were under the control of Lord Voldemort, as I have found evidence supporting this theory. And one of these porgybesses was sent to attack Hagrid, but as Hagrid was not here, it wound up attacking poor Professor Grubbly-Plank," Kinglsey told the group. "Why thank you, Kingsley. That was very informative. I will need one person to try to persuade these creatures to not side with Voldemort. Will anybody volunteer?" Dumbledore asked. "I shall," someone said from the corner. They all turned around to see Charlie Weasley standing up, ready to take upon this duty. "Okay Charles, please stay after the meeting, and we shall discuss your roles," Dumbledore told him. Charlie nodded, and sat back down in his seat.
"Severus Snape has returned to us, in fairly good condition. Isn't that right, Severus?" Dumbledore said. Snape grunted, most likely signalling a 'yes'. "Please excuse him. He is still not completely healed mentally. But he will be able to return to his job as Potions professor this upcoming week," Dumbledore continued, winking at Harry, who was still looking at Snape. "Okay, Charlie, please stay. Everyone else, you are free to leave. That is, if you don't have any questions," Dumbledore told them. Harry's hand slowly rose into the air. "Yes, Harry, what is it?" Dumbledore asked. "Well, how did Voldemort get into the school?" Harry asked. "Well, you see Harry, we are not exactly sure. We know he apparated into Hogwarts. But we don't know how he bypassed the charm put onto the school by the founders," Dumbledore said. "Professor, who is the last remaining heir to Gryffindor?" Harry asked. "Why Harry, that would be you," Dumbledore told him, a smile growing largely on his face.
Harry's mouth dropped open in amazement. He had never known this before, and Dumbledore had never told him, just like he had never told Harry about the prophecy until last year. "Harry, Godric Gryffindor is one of your great ancestors. It was Salazar that predicted that the heir to him would battle the heir to Gryffindor in years to come. That was how Voldemort knew that it was you the prophecy by Trelawney was about you, and not Neville. That is why you now have to fulfill two prophecies made about you," Dumbledore told him, the smile on his face diminishing, being replaced by a rather sad look. Harry did not know what to think of this. It was basically the same as last year when he had heard the first prophecy. He was not surprised about this prophecy though, but he was surprised that it was he, who had was the last remaining heir to Gryffindor.
He left Dumbledore's office, and went back to the common room, to get some sleep. The next few weeks went by slowly, with no sign of Voldemort or Death Eaters attacking anybody in the Order. There were a few odd things going on, like things going missing, and people going missing, but they all turned up in the end, with nothing wrong with them. Harry could not wait for their first quidditch game on October 13th. When the day finally came, he was very nervous. This was his first real game as quidditch captain of the Gryffindor team, and he wanted to have his team do well on their first game. Hermione was looking the worst of the group, her face had been getting paler as the day grew, and she was looking worse as the game came closer. "Look Hermione, I'm sure you'll do well. Just don't worry about it," Harry told her. But she would not listen. "Fine, this ought to work," he said. He pulled something out of his trunk that was in a bottle, "Drink this." Hermione drank the bottle, and her face was becoming darker, like it was before, no longer pale, and her attitude changed to. Harry had given her some calming potion, to make her not as tense and worried. "Well, are you ready for the game or not?" Hermione asked him, grabbing her broom. "Of course I am," Harry lied. He hastily drank some of the potion himself, and grabbed his broom as well, heading out of the dormitory with Hermione. Ron was waiting for them in the common room.
The trio headed out to the locker rooms in the stadium, where the rest of the team was already waiting, in full dress. "Hello," Harry said to his team, walking into the room. Everybody looked very nervous, but Harry knew they would be fine. Harry got all of his equipment ready, and got dressed in his robes, with his broom in his hand. "Thanks for letting me use the Firebolt, Harry," Ginny said, walking over to him. "I got a Nimbus 2000, like you used to have," Hermione said, also walking over. "Awesome," Harry said, not really caring about what they were saying. He finished getting all of his stuff together, and walked over to the door. "Okay guys, listen up," Harry said, getting ready for his pre-game pep-talk, "I know we can win today. Hufflepuff is nothing. I'm sure we will be able to achieve our goal, and beat them. Hermione, Ginny, and Randal, are you guys ready? Do you think you can make some shots?" "Yeah!" he heard the three Chasers yell back at him. "Alright! Dean, Seamus, are you ready to hit those bludgers?" Harry yelled. "Yeah!" the two beaters yelled back. "Ron, are you ready to block those shots?" Harry asked. "I'm ready!" Ron replied. "Let's go get 'em!" Harry shouted. The team ran out onto the field, with big grins on their faces, ready to win their first game.
"Okay, Captains, shake hands," Madame Hooch said. Harry reached out his hand, and shook the Hufflepuff Captain's hand. "Okay, on my count of three. One, two...three!" Madame Hooch shouted. She blew her whistle, and everybody rose into the air. Harry's broom zoomed up into the sky, the Hufflepuff Seeker following him, trying to keep on his tail. But Harry was not easy to keep up to, as he had a very fast broom, the Lightning Star. He flew around the field, watching the game below him, and keeping an eye open for the snitch. He saw Randal make another shot, making that his fifth shot already that game. Randal truly was an amazing chaser. The score was 60-10, Gryffindor in the lead, and Harry had still not seen any sign of the snitch. Still flying in circles around the field, he saw Hermione make her first shot of the game, which made her very happy, he could tell. He didn't have enough time to warn her however, that a bludger was coming right for her head.
Harry saw the bludger hit her in the back of her head. She went tumbling downwards to the ground, and right near her head was the snitch. Harry dove downwards, and so did the Hufflepuff Seeker. Harry was going a lot faster than the other Seeker, and he reached out for the Snitch, catching it with his left hand. He soared below Hermione, and caught her as well, making sure she did no hit the ground. But her head was still bleeding from the impact of the bludger. Harry landed, with the snitch in one hand, and holding onto Hermione with the other. Madame Pomfrey was already there with a stretcher, and she immediately took hold of Hermione, and wheeled her up to the school. He could see some of the Slytherins pointing at her and laughing as she was wheeled out of the stadium. Harry was very worried about her, but he was also very happy, because he had won his first game as Captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team. He held the snitch up high in the air in victory, and the rest of his team picked him up, carrying him off the field. The final score had been 220 to 60, with Gryffindor winning the game.
Harry and the rest of the team entered the school, and headed off to see Hermione. "Hey Hermione," Harry said, moving her hair out of her face. "Hey Harry," she said, very sleepily. "How are you feeling" he asked. "Not too good. Did we win?" Hermione asked. "Yes, I caught the snitch just as you were about to hit the ground, and then prevented you from being in worse condition than you are in right now," Harry told her. "Thanks Harry," Hermione said to him. "All of you need to leave. You are disturbing the patients," Madame Pomfrey told them. "Madame Pomfrey, may I go see Cho?" Harry asked. "Only for a few minutes. Everyone else, however, must leave!" Madame Pomfrey told them. Harry walked over to the bed where Cho was lying, half-awake.
"Hey Cho," Harry said, very softly, brushing her hair out of her face. "Hey Harry," Cho replied, her body lying still while she spoke. "How are you feeling?" Harry asked her. "I'm feeling just a little better," she answered. "Well, that's good," Harry replied. "Mr. Potter, I'm going to have to ask you to leave now," Madame Pomfrey said from behind him. "Goodbye," Harry said to Cho, turning to leave. "Goodbye Harry," she replied, her voice soft, like a dove. Harry left the hospital wing, and headed off towards the common room, where Ron was waiting. He said goodbye to Hermione also, as he left the room. He walked down the corridors, finally reaching the deserted common room, which was empty except for one person. Stefanie Riddle.
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"Is tis all vat we have?" he asked. "Ummmm....yeah," Harry replied. "Dis is kind of veird, don't ya tink so?" Krum said to them, laughing a little. "Yeah, I guess so, hey, we have a question for you," Ron told him. "Vat is it?" Krum asked them. "Well, it seems as though Professor Grubbly-Plank has left us. Why is that?" Harry asked him. "I don't know vat you are talking about," he replied. "Viktor, please tell us," Hermione said in a very sweet voice. Harry could see Krum's face turning red as she spoke. "Vell, I guess it couldn't hurt much," he admitted, "Vell, Grubbly-Plank vas attacked by some kind of vild animal. Dumbledore did not tink it vas best for her to teach dis class if she could not handle vat animal." "Oh, well that seems pretty reasonable," Ron admitted.
The class went on as normal. Harry did admit to himself that having Krum as a teacher was very weird, and Harry could not wait for Hagrid to return. Hagrid was a much better teacher, and much more interesting, as he would teach them about more interesting animals, and much more dangerous animals, which proved to be very helpful to Harry. After the class, the trio headed off towards the Great Hall for lunch after listening to Krum talk for about an hour, with his strange accent which annoyed Ron very much. The three friends ate their lunches together, speaking occasionally about things going on in the world, and Harry began to feel a sudden burn on his left shoulder. It was the mark of the Order, and Harry knew there would be an Order meeting. He reminded himself that he mustn't miss this next meeting like he had the last one.
That night he headed off for Dumbledore's office for the Order meeting. He opened the door to Dumbledore's office, and walked inside to see Kingsley, Moody, Tonks, Lupin, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Snape, and a few others sitting in the room already. "Hello Harry!" Mr. Weasley greeted him. "Oh, Harry!" Mrs. Weasley said, grabbing him and pulling him into a giant, motherly hug. "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Weasley!" Harry replied. He took a seat next to Lupin and Tonks, who were laughing about something Lupin had just said. "Oh, brother," Harry murmured, looking at the way Lupin and Tonks were laughing together, holding hands. "Man, I sound like that Charlie Brown character my aunt and uncle used to talk about," he thought to himself. That was the one thing he would miss about his aunt and uncle. Their knowledge of the muggle world. They were very intelligent and knew a lot about everything that went on within the muggle realm.
"Okay, this meeting of the Order of the Phoenix shall begin now," Dumbledore told the group. Everyone became silent at once, and listened as Dumbledore spoke. "Something rather important occurred last Sunday morning, which I have finally decided to let you all know. But I think it will be best for Harry Potter to tell us the story, since he was there for the whole ordeal," Dumbledore continued. Harry stood up, and began to tell the story of what had happened the last Sunday. He did fail to mention a few details, like him using the Novo Animus, or even touching the Novo Animus, however, not wanting to get into any trouble. "Okay, Harry, you may sit down. Kingsley, do you have any information regarding the break-in at Gringotts a while ago?" Dumbledore asked. "Yes Dumbledore. I do have some information, and I do believe it will become useful to us in the future. Very useful," Kingsley replied, standing up, with a rather large grin appearing on his face.
"What is it?" Dumbledore asked him, a slight smile also growing on his face. "Well Dumbledore, it seems as though our robbers were not witches or wizards. They were creatures. Porgybesses to be exact," Kingsley told them. Harry remembered Hagrid teaching them about those creatures. Harry was quite interested in them, in fact, and had researched them with Hermione and Ron in the library once, so he knew a lot about them. "In fact, those porgybesses were under the control of Lord Voldemort, as I have found evidence supporting this theory. And one of these porgybesses was sent to attack Hagrid, but as Hagrid was not here, it wound up attacking poor Professor Grubbly-Plank," Kinglsey told the group. "Why thank you, Kingsley. That was very informative. I will need one person to try to persuade these creatures to not side with Voldemort. Will anybody volunteer?" Dumbledore asked. "I shall," someone said from the corner. They all turned around to see Charlie Weasley standing up, ready to take upon this duty. "Okay Charles, please stay after the meeting, and we shall discuss your roles," Dumbledore told him. Charlie nodded, and sat back down in his seat.
"Severus Snape has returned to us, in fairly good condition. Isn't that right, Severus?" Dumbledore said. Snape grunted, most likely signalling a 'yes'. "Please excuse him. He is still not completely healed mentally. But he will be able to return to his job as Potions professor this upcoming week," Dumbledore continued, winking at Harry, who was still looking at Snape. "Okay, Charlie, please stay. Everyone else, you are free to leave. That is, if you don't have any questions," Dumbledore told them. Harry's hand slowly rose into the air. "Yes, Harry, what is it?" Dumbledore asked. "Well, how did Voldemort get into the school?" Harry asked. "Well, you see Harry, we are not exactly sure. We know he apparated into Hogwarts. But we don't know how he bypassed the charm put onto the school by the founders," Dumbledore said. "Professor, who is the last remaining heir to Gryffindor?" Harry asked. "Why Harry, that would be you," Dumbledore told him, a smile growing largely on his face.
Harry's mouth dropped open in amazement. He had never known this before, and Dumbledore had never told him, just like he had never told Harry about the prophecy until last year. "Harry, Godric Gryffindor is one of your great ancestors. It was Salazar that predicted that the heir to him would battle the heir to Gryffindor in years to come. That was how Voldemort knew that it was you the prophecy by Trelawney was about you, and not Neville. That is why you now have to fulfill two prophecies made about you," Dumbledore told him, the smile on his face diminishing, being replaced by a rather sad look. Harry did not know what to think of this. It was basically the same as last year when he had heard the first prophecy. He was not surprised about this prophecy though, but he was surprised that it was he, who had was the last remaining heir to Gryffindor.
He left Dumbledore's office, and went back to the common room, to get some sleep. The next few weeks went by slowly, with no sign of Voldemort or Death Eaters attacking anybody in the Order. There were a few odd things going on, like things going missing, and people going missing, but they all turned up in the end, with nothing wrong with them. Harry could not wait for their first quidditch game on October 13th. When the day finally came, he was very nervous. This was his first real game as quidditch captain of the Gryffindor team, and he wanted to have his team do well on their first game. Hermione was looking the worst of the group, her face had been getting paler as the day grew, and she was looking worse as the game came closer. "Look Hermione, I'm sure you'll do well. Just don't worry about it," Harry told her. But she would not listen. "Fine, this ought to work," he said. He pulled something out of his trunk that was in a bottle, "Drink this." Hermione drank the bottle, and her face was becoming darker, like it was before, no longer pale, and her attitude changed to. Harry had given her some calming potion, to make her not as tense and worried. "Well, are you ready for the game or not?" Hermione asked him, grabbing her broom. "Of course I am," Harry lied. He hastily drank some of the potion himself, and grabbed his broom as well, heading out of the dormitory with Hermione. Ron was waiting for them in the common room.
The trio headed out to the locker rooms in the stadium, where the rest of the team was already waiting, in full dress. "Hello," Harry said to his team, walking into the room. Everybody looked very nervous, but Harry knew they would be fine. Harry got all of his equipment ready, and got dressed in his robes, with his broom in his hand. "Thanks for letting me use the Firebolt, Harry," Ginny said, walking over to him. "I got a Nimbus 2000, like you used to have," Hermione said, also walking over. "Awesome," Harry said, not really caring about what they were saying. He finished getting all of his stuff together, and walked over to the door. "Okay guys, listen up," Harry said, getting ready for his pre-game pep-talk, "I know we can win today. Hufflepuff is nothing. I'm sure we will be able to achieve our goal, and beat them. Hermione, Ginny, and Randal, are you guys ready? Do you think you can make some shots?" "Yeah!" he heard the three Chasers yell back at him. "Alright! Dean, Seamus, are you ready to hit those bludgers?" Harry yelled. "Yeah!" the two beaters yelled back. "Ron, are you ready to block those shots?" Harry asked. "I'm ready!" Ron replied. "Let's go get 'em!" Harry shouted. The team ran out onto the field, with big grins on their faces, ready to win their first game.
"Okay, Captains, shake hands," Madame Hooch said. Harry reached out his hand, and shook the Hufflepuff Captain's hand. "Okay, on my count of three. One, two...three!" Madame Hooch shouted. She blew her whistle, and everybody rose into the air. Harry's broom zoomed up into the sky, the Hufflepuff Seeker following him, trying to keep on his tail. But Harry was not easy to keep up to, as he had a very fast broom, the Lightning Star. He flew around the field, watching the game below him, and keeping an eye open for the snitch. He saw Randal make another shot, making that his fifth shot already that game. Randal truly was an amazing chaser. The score was 60-10, Gryffindor in the lead, and Harry had still not seen any sign of the snitch. Still flying in circles around the field, he saw Hermione make her first shot of the game, which made her very happy, he could tell. He didn't have enough time to warn her however, that a bludger was coming right for her head.
Harry saw the bludger hit her in the back of her head. She went tumbling downwards to the ground, and right near her head was the snitch. Harry dove downwards, and so did the Hufflepuff Seeker. Harry was going a lot faster than the other Seeker, and he reached out for the Snitch, catching it with his left hand. He soared below Hermione, and caught her as well, making sure she did no hit the ground. But her head was still bleeding from the impact of the bludger. Harry landed, with the snitch in one hand, and holding onto Hermione with the other. Madame Pomfrey was already there with a stretcher, and she immediately took hold of Hermione, and wheeled her up to the school. He could see some of the Slytherins pointing at her and laughing as she was wheeled out of the stadium. Harry was very worried about her, but he was also very happy, because he had won his first game as Captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team. He held the snitch up high in the air in victory, and the rest of his team picked him up, carrying him off the field. The final score had been 220 to 60, with Gryffindor winning the game.
Harry and the rest of the team entered the school, and headed off to see Hermione. "Hey Hermione," Harry said, moving her hair out of her face. "Hey Harry," she said, very sleepily. "How are you feeling" he asked. "Not too good. Did we win?" Hermione asked. "Yes, I caught the snitch just as you were about to hit the ground, and then prevented you from being in worse condition than you are in right now," Harry told her. "Thanks Harry," Hermione said to him. "All of you need to leave. You are disturbing the patients," Madame Pomfrey told them. "Madame Pomfrey, may I go see Cho?" Harry asked. "Only for a few minutes. Everyone else, however, must leave!" Madame Pomfrey told them. Harry walked over to the bed where Cho was lying, half-awake.
"Hey Cho," Harry said, very softly, brushing her hair out of her face. "Hey Harry," Cho replied, her body lying still while she spoke. "How are you feeling?" Harry asked her. "I'm feeling just a little better," she answered. "Well, that's good," Harry replied. "Mr. Potter, I'm going to have to ask you to leave now," Madame Pomfrey said from behind him. "Goodbye," Harry said to Cho, turning to leave. "Goodbye Harry," she replied, her voice soft, like a dove. Harry left the hospital wing, and headed off towards the common room, where Ron was waiting. He said goodbye to Hermione also, as he left the room. He walked down the corridors, finally reaching the deserted common room, which was empty except for one person. Stefanie Riddle.
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