Chapter Fifthteen-The Prophecy and Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests
A month later, Hermione is studying in the Head Common Room, when there is a knock at the painting hole. She got up from her essay and opened the painting to reveal Neville.
"Hi Hermione, is Harry here?" He asked looking past Hermione.
"I think he's in his room."
"Alright... where is that?"
"Oh, right. This way." She led him up the stairs, to the left and knocked upon Harry's door, "Harry, are you in there? Neville's here to see you." She knocked again, silence.
"Maybe he's asleep?" Suggested Neville.
"Maybe," and she knocked again, no answer before turning the handle and opening the door, empty.
"What are you looking for?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, one of my books, Common Magical Plants of Great Britain and Ireland."
"Do you see it anywhere?" She asked as she looked at his meticulously cleaned room, well excepct for his four-poster, which was a tangled mass of sheets, blankets and bed curtains.
"Could his room be any cleaner?" Hermione asked Neville.
"I would hope not, and I don't see my book, ah, this will help me find him."
"What? What will?"
"The Matrauder's Map."
"The what?"
She asked and he placed his wand upon the parchment and said, "I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good."
"What!?" She exclaimed as he said that and the castle and grounds appeared on the page.
"What is that?" She asked Neville as he looked for Harry on the map.
"A map of the castle and grounds of Hogwarts, which shows everyone who is at Hogwarts as well, ah here he is, The Room of Requirement."
"The what?"
"Room of Requirement, on the seventh floor. Mischief Managed," and the map went back to it's blank state.
"What's the room of requirement?"
"It's a room that gives you whatever you need the most at that time, gives you a loo, say you really have to go."
"Oh, I have to see this."
"Then come on."
And the two went off to where the map said Harry was. They got to the seventh floor corridor, where the Room of Requirement is and went through the door to find Harry sprawled out on the floor in a pair of sweat pants, with a sword in his right hand.
"Harry?" asked Hermione as she and Neville entered, closing the door.
Harry turned his head, looking at them without getting up. "Hey," he greeted.
"You okay, there, mate?" Neville asked.
"Great, I'm excellent!"
"Why are you lying there, what were you doing?"
"Well, you know, how all year, I've been disappearing for hours or so, and then coming back and going right to sleep?"
"I guess."
"That's because I've been here, training."
"Traning? Training for what? Auror school?" Neville asked.
"No, mate, something much more important then that, though if, if I do make it, then this will help."
"Make it? What do you mean?" The two Gryfindors asked in unison, knowing more then they let on.
Harry waved his hand, putting up locking, silencing, and any other charm he could think of to make the room impervious to the outside.
"Harry! You just did wandless magic!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Did I? Excellent."
"What's with the charms, mate?" Neville asked.
"So I can tell you something, the two of you are the people I'd trust with my life in a heartbeat, I trust the both of you more then you can know and understand, oddly. If you betray my trust, and you will die, understood?"
The Gryfindors nodded.
"I'm going to tell you both something I've never told anyone, no one but me, Dumbledore, Trewlawnry and Snape know in full. Your parents, did know at least part of it, Neville, many of the order members know it in part, if you betray me. Guarentee a painful death from me or Voldemort, because what I am about to tell you, is what he wants more then anything, and has sacraficed many of his servants in attempts to get it."
He paused.
"Neville. Remember the prophecy from the Department of Mysteries?"
"Of course, I smashed it, albeit, by accident, does what your going to say have to do with that... Harry do you... do you know what it said?"
Harry nodded, "It could have been you or me Nev, both of our parents thrice defied Voldemort and our birthday, July Thirty-First, we were both born as the seventh month died, we are the children of the two couples who thrice defied Voldemort and he marked one of us as his equal, albeit, he didn't intend to, me, killing my parents and Avada Kedavra backfiring when he sent it at me, which sent him to a sprit state, as we all know, well because he marked me only I can kill him or him me."
Neville collapsed next to Harry and Hermione broke down into sobs, sliding down the wall.
"That was my response too, when it all set in, everything seemed hopeless, I felt as if I had no reason for living, that my life was worthless, I was only the weapon to be discarded after my task was complete, or a disaster. But I know now, if I don't do this, I'll never have a life, If I die, and I hope I don't, everything our parents worked for will be in vain. Since I came back after fifth year, I've been working on and researching everyting that could possibly help me, in the final battle, and now. I think I can do this, not for me, but for you, both of you, for our parents, Neville, for all the people who died at Voldemort's hand or by any of his henchman, they all need to be avenged, and I have to do it, or die trying."
"You won't die, Harry, you can't," Hermione said quietly, "We'll do anything in our power to make sure you don't, right Neville?" Hermione asked him.
"Exactly, we will Harry, anything to make sure Lord Voldemort goes down and our world, muggle and magical can live in peace, without fear of genocide from a maniac like Tom Riddle has become."
The rest of April passed and May began, bringing with it, the impending Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests, the first full week of the month. They started, lasting till the end of the first week of June, test days, off day, test day is how it went. Day of written exams, followed by an off day, then a day of practiacal examinations, well if you were lucky, the exams went like that for each and every course. Some students, not having the off day between, others having a few days to study for there next examination. All in all, it was an extremely hectic, busy month, all of the seventh years overjoyed to be over with.
Now for the last three weeks of the year, they would still go to classes, but would mostly have advising, rather then lessons and the final week came upon them.
Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test scores were released, Monday, there last Monday as Students. The Last Battle would occur within the week! Everyone could feel the impending doom of one side in the air.
Wednesday at Breakfast, "Potter, tonight," is all Professor Snape said to him as he walked past, and Harry immediately knew exactly what his Head of House, really meant.
And that is Chapter 15. At least one to go, unless you'd like me to go Post Hogwarts, would you? Guess you'll have to read the next chapter before really deciding, eh? Hopefully out within the week. The battle is written, afterwards is still getting worked on.
A month later, Hermione is studying in the Head Common Room, when there is a knock at the painting hole. She got up from her essay and opened the painting to reveal Neville.
"Hi Hermione, is Harry here?" He asked looking past Hermione.
"I think he's in his room."
"Alright... where is that?"
"Oh, right. This way." She led him up the stairs, to the left and knocked upon Harry's door, "Harry, are you in there? Neville's here to see you." She knocked again, silence.
"Maybe he's asleep?" Suggested Neville.
"Maybe," and she knocked again, no answer before turning the handle and opening the door, empty.
"What are you looking for?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, one of my books, Common Magical Plants of Great Britain and Ireland."
"Do you see it anywhere?" She asked as she looked at his meticulously cleaned room, well excepct for his four-poster, which was a tangled mass of sheets, blankets and bed curtains.
"Could his room be any cleaner?" Hermione asked Neville.
"I would hope not, and I don't see my book, ah, this will help me find him."
"What? What will?"
"The Matrauder's Map."
"The what?"
She asked and he placed his wand upon the parchment and said, "I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good."
"What!?" She exclaimed as he said that and the castle and grounds appeared on the page.
"What is that?" She asked Neville as he looked for Harry on the map.
"A map of the castle and grounds of Hogwarts, which shows everyone who is at Hogwarts as well, ah here he is, The Room of Requirement."
"The what?"
"Room of Requirement, on the seventh floor. Mischief Managed," and the map went back to it's blank state.
"What's the room of requirement?"
"It's a room that gives you whatever you need the most at that time, gives you a loo, say you really have to go."
"Oh, I have to see this."
"Then come on."
And the two went off to where the map said Harry was. They got to the seventh floor corridor, where the Room of Requirement is and went through the door to find Harry sprawled out on the floor in a pair of sweat pants, with a sword in his right hand.
"Harry?" asked Hermione as she and Neville entered, closing the door.
Harry turned his head, looking at them without getting up. "Hey," he greeted.
"You okay, there, mate?" Neville asked.
"Great, I'm excellent!"
"Why are you lying there, what were you doing?"
"Well, you know, how all year, I've been disappearing for hours or so, and then coming back and going right to sleep?"
"I guess."
"That's because I've been here, training."
"Traning? Training for what? Auror school?" Neville asked.
"No, mate, something much more important then that, though if, if I do make it, then this will help."
"Make it? What do you mean?" The two Gryfindors asked in unison, knowing more then they let on.
Harry waved his hand, putting up locking, silencing, and any other charm he could think of to make the room impervious to the outside.
"Harry! You just did wandless magic!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Did I? Excellent."
"What's with the charms, mate?" Neville asked.
"So I can tell you something, the two of you are the people I'd trust with my life in a heartbeat, I trust the both of you more then you can know and understand, oddly. If you betray my trust, and you will die, understood?"
The Gryfindors nodded.
"I'm going to tell you both something I've never told anyone, no one but me, Dumbledore, Trewlawnry and Snape know in full. Your parents, did know at least part of it, Neville, many of the order members know it in part, if you betray me. Guarentee a painful death from me or Voldemort, because what I am about to tell you, is what he wants more then anything, and has sacraficed many of his servants in attempts to get it."
He paused.
"Neville. Remember the prophecy from the Department of Mysteries?"
"Of course, I smashed it, albeit, by accident, does what your going to say have to do with that... Harry do you... do you know what it said?"
Harry nodded, "It could have been you or me Nev, both of our parents thrice defied Voldemort and our birthday, July Thirty-First, we were both born as the seventh month died, we are the children of the two couples who thrice defied Voldemort and he marked one of us as his equal, albeit, he didn't intend to, me, killing my parents and Avada Kedavra backfiring when he sent it at me, which sent him to a sprit state, as we all know, well because he marked me only I can kill him or him me."
Neville collapsed next to Harry and Hermione broke down into sobs, sliding down the wall.
"That was my response too, when it all set in, everything seemed hopeless, I felt as if I had no reason for living, that my life was worthless, I was only the weapon to be discarded after my task was complete, or a disaster. But I know now, if I don't do this, I'll never have a life, If I die, and I hope I don't, everything our parents worked for will be in vain. Since I came back after fifth year, I've been working on and researching everyting that could possibly help me, in the final battle, and now. I think I can do this, not for me, but for you, both of you, for our parents, Neville, for all the people who died at Voldemort's hand or by any of his henchman, they all need to be avenged, and I have to do it, or die trying."
"You won't die, Harry, you can't," Hermione said quietly, "We'll do anything in our power to make sure you don't, right Neville?" Hermione asked him.
"Exactly, we will Harry, anything to make sure Lord Voldemort goes down and our world, muggle and magical can live in peace, without fear of genocide from a maniac like Tom Riddle has become."
The rest of April passed and May began, bringing with it, the impending Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests, the first full week of the month. They started, lasting till the end of the first week of June, test days, off day, test day is how it went. Day of written exams, followed by an off day, then a day of practiacal examinations, well if you were lucky, the exams went like that for each and every course. Some students, not having the off day between, others having a few days to study for there next examination. All in all, it was an extremely hectic, busy month, all of the seventh years overjoyed to be over with.
Now for the last three weeks of the year, they would still go to classes, but would mostly have advising, rather then lessons and the final week came upon them.
Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test scores were released, Monday, there last Monday as Students. The Last Battle would occur within the week! Everyone could feel the impending doom of one side in the air.
Wednesday at Breakfast, "Potter, tonight," is all Professor Snape said to him as he walked past, and Harry immediately knew exactly what his Head of House, really meant.
And that is Chapter 15. At least one to go, unless you'd like me to go Post Hogwarts, would you? Guess you'll have to read the next chapter before really deciding, eh? Hopefully out within the week. The battle is written, afterwards is still getting worked on.