Chapter Nine
The Training Harry awoke the next day feeling refreshed and ready to face the training he was to have with Professor McGonagoll, whatever it would be, Harry had no idea. He looked across the room to find Ron sprawled across the bed, his arm hanging limp from the bed, and he was drooling. Harry smirked, thinking that Ron must be dreaming about a feast, probably the Opening Feast in Hogwarts he thought. He got up quietly not wanting to interrupt Ron's feast, donned a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and stole out the room.
He found Mrs. Weasley already up and about, making fried eggs and bacon. Hermione, wearing a casual blouse and a pair of jeans, also sat at the table. "Morning Harry." She announced brightly. Mrs. Weasley looked up from her cooking and also said, "Good morning, Harry dear. Have a seat." Harry sat down, observing that the clock on the wall read 9:40. "Professor McGonagall will be arriving soon. Why don't you have some bacon and eggs before she arrives?" said Mrs. Weasley as she pushed a plate heaped with eggs and bacon towards Harry. He gaped at it, not believing that he could finish it. "Eat the lot up, you seem a little too skinny for my pleasure." Mrs. Weasley ordered. "What the Dursleys feed you." She shook her head.
Harry and Hermione ate in silence for a few minutes while Mrs. Weasley sat opposite of him reading the morning edition of the Daily Prophet. Then he looked up from his food and asked, "What is Professor McGonagall going to teach me today, Mrs. Weasley?" "Well, I think she might start you on Conjuring spells today, and probably a little on Animagus transformations, dear." She said without looking up from the paper.
"Oh" he replied calmly, although inside he was already burning with excitement.
"Animagus transformation! Oh Harry, I've wanted to learn that since third year! You are so lucky! I can't wait to find out what form you are! Oh, but I read in Animagi Tranformations: the Step by Step Personal Guide that it can be extremely difficult and dangerous. I already know all the basic concepts and principals though. Oh Harry, promise me you'll teach me how to transform after you've succeeded!" Hermione went on, barely trying to hide her excitement.
"Hermione relax. I don't even know if I'll ever become an Animagi or not." Harry chuckled.
"Of course you will Harry. I know you will. But PLEASE will you teach me after you've become one?" Hermione asked desperately.
"Hmm.I'll have to consider that." Harry replied wickedly, a small smile playing on his face.
"Harry!"
"All right, all right. Yes I promise you, Miss Hermione Granger that I, Harry Potter will teach you Animagi transformations once I've mastered the skill." Harry replied in a silky, highly solemn voice, though the corner of his mouth could be seen slightly twitching.
"Professor McGonagall will be arriving any moment now. I'll be leaving for your lesson." Said Mrs. Weasley.
"Well then I'll be going too then." Added Hermione, standing up. "Happy training. And don't you forget your promise, Harry Potter!"
"Okay. But you'll probably have to remind me later on. It's not as if I'll become an animagus in one lesson. Rome wasn't build in a day you know." Harry replied smugly.
"Oh, you." Hermione swapped at him playfully, then left.
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"Good morning Mr. Potter." Said Prof. McGonagall as she entered the kitchen.
"Good morning Professor McGonagall."
"Let us begin our lesson, shall we?"
"Today, I will teach you beforehand Conjuring Spells. I hope you listen very carefully to every word I say Potter, for we will be going quicker then when you are in class. I will tell you the basics for the first half of the lesson, and we will start the practical on the other half. I will meet you again this Wednesday, and I shall require you to read through chapters 1-5 in this book about Conjuring spells." She pushed a heavy book that said Advanced Transfiguration For The Advanced under his nose.
"We will not be studying the theories in future classes. Instead we will jump into the practical lesson. Is this understood?" Prof. McGonagall asked in a grim voice.
"Yes Professor McGonagall" replied Harry, feeling the pressure of work on him before he even started.
"Good," McGonagall nodded curtly while her lips forming into a brief smile. "Lets start."
"The main point in performing the Conjuring Spells is to learn the object you want to conjure. For example, if I told you to conjure up a piece of paper, you would first have to know what a piece of paper is. Tell me what a piece of paper is Potter."
Harry thought for a moment, for he never did consider thinking what a piece of paper actually WAS.
"It's rectangular, white, thin.." He replied.
"Yes, Potter, but you're missing 2 very important things about paper."
"erm."
"Just think, there could be many things in this world that fits your description of what paper is. I could just say that what you are describing is a table cloth." Hinted Professor McGonagall.
"Oh! It's made out of wood, and we write on it." Said Harry brightly.
"Correct. Although I expect answers from you more quicker from now on." Professor McGonagall's thin lips turned up a fraction to show the teeniest smile.
"You have to learn the object's function and material before you try to conjure it. Or else a sofa may turn into a chair, if you don't think about the material of the object."
"Now since you have grasped the essential points for Conjuring Spells, why don't we try it?" suggested McGonagall.
"You must picture the object in your head piece by piece. Start with the main size and shape of the object, the function of it, and the color. Then if this object is complicated, you must then picture the object from top to bottom, the material for each of the parts, and then finally you say the incantation: 'Conjurus Transformia'. (AN: I totally made that up. I don't know any Latin, but this is just what came into my head.) I want you to conjure up a piece of paper. This is relatively easy for a piece of paper only requires the main size and shape, function, and color. Start now."
Harry felt this spell could be the most complicated he ever did. He gripped his wand, pointed at the table, and thought about a piece of paper. And then he yelled: "Conjurus Transformia!"
In a flash, a milky white piece of paper magically appeared on the table. Harry felt very proud of himself. He never thought that he could actually do it, not on his first try at least.
"Stupendous Mr. Potter!" cried Professor Mcgonagall. "It seems that you will yet make me proud. You'll become the best student of mine if you keep it up." She beamed at him, which was saying something as Harry never did see her beam at anyone during Hogwarts. "but don't let Miss Granger hear that." She whispered to him as an afterthought, winking briefly.
"Why don't you conjure up for me a cup of tea?" she challenged.
"Yes, Professor. And what kind of tea would you like?" Harry asked, grinning from face to face.
"You seem eager for the challenge I see, Potter. How about some black tea with milk and sugar?"
"Very well Professor."
This time it wasn't so easy. Harry yelled out the incantation and in a flash a cup appeared on the table, an empty cup. Harry was a little disappointed, but he rolled up his sleeve and tried again. This time he was more successful. In a flash of light, a nice cup with some nice black tea, sugar and milk stood on the table.
"Very good, very good, Harry." Harry realized she was using his first name, which was in really rare occasions when someone performed a spell exceptionally well.
So Harry spent the whole morning learning conjuring spells. By lunchtime, the kitchen table was filled with treacle tart, butterbeer, pork chops, roasted duck, beef, and all sorts of cookies. Harry found the conjuring of cookies especially fun. Since cookies didn't have to have a specific shape or size, Harry amused himself by thinking up of cookies all different shapes and sizes. Professor McGonagall made her last request for Harry to conjure up some Ginger Newts, thus ended their first Transfiguration class. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- ~-~-~-~-~ "Knock, knock"
"May I come in?" It was Mrs. Weasley. She thought it was time Harry had a break and because it was lunchtime.
"Yes, come in Molly. I bet you would enjoy the scenery in here." Said an amused Professor McGonagall.
Mrs. Weasley walked in and gasped. For she saw the table laden with food and of course, LOADS of cookies.
She looked at Harry and asked: "Did you do all this?"
Harry nodded, feeling indeed, very proud of himself.
"Oh!" cried Mrs. Weasley. She jumped up and down like a child and hugged Harry until he felt his last breath before she let go of him. "If James and Sirius were here, they would really be proud of you Harry." Then she bustled out of the kitchen.
Proud, make them proud. His mother, father and Sirius all died for him. He was going to make them proud. He will not let them down.
"Harry! How was your lesson?" Hermione practically flew into the kitchen when Mrs. Weasley informed her the lesson was over and they were all to sit down and have lunch. Hermione's eyes went as wide as saucers when she saw all the food heaped onto the table. She cried with delight and begged Harry to teach her Conjuring Spells (although she was a tint disappointed when Harry informed her he hasn't learn Animagus transformations, yet.) Still, her enthusiasm made Harry laugh and he promised her that he would teach her the first thing after lunch.
"HARRY!" roared a disheveled Ron.
"Indoors voice, Weasley" McGonagall reprimanded. "Sorry, Professor." Replied Ron weakly.
While Harry was having his lesson with Professor McGonagall, Ron was in the backyard playing Quidditch with Ginny. They played by switching roles every half and hour. While one was keeper, the other tried to score in as much goals. Then while one was beater (they still used watermelons), the other played seeker, trying their best to catch the falling watermelons. Ron got a face full of watermelon again when a watermelon hurled to the ground, splattering his face with juice again.
"How was your lesson mate? It's a pity you couldn't play Quidditch with us. But I guess it's worth it right?" said Ron.
Was it? Indeed it would make his parents and Sirius and everybody proud. But would he be able to kill Voldemort? It almost sounded impossible to him.
"No more talk and lets all sit down to enjoy the marvelous food Harry conjured for us." Said Mrs. Weasley. "Would you pass me one of those interesting cookies you made Harry?"
"Of course Mrs. Weasley. In fact, why don't I just conjure up some more?" with a wicked grin, and before anyone could stop him, some 50 more cookies appeared on the table.
"Harry!" scolded Professor McGonagall, giving him a glare.
"Ok,ok!" Harry surrendered, holding up both hands.
"Luvey Prkchops H'rry." Ron said with his mouth full, already attacking Harry's conjured food like mad.
"Ron!" Hermione glared, then went on again about proper table etiquette and the likes.
Gulp "But I'm hungry!" defended Ron.
"Oh, Ron you're such a PIG!" said Ginny while rolling her eyes.
Harry didn't know why, but he felt really comfortable, sitting in a table filled with his friends as close as a family. This was a time when he felt that he just couldn't heed Lord Voldemort or anything else that made him miserable. Even if there were ten Voldemorts banging on the doors of Grimmaulds Place, Harry felt he couldn't care less. He felt surrounded by love and he knew he loved all of them back. He knew he would do anything to protect them. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~~-~-~-~-~ ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ ~-~-~-~-~-~-~- ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ AN: Another chapter! I hope you all like it! :D I want to thank GryffindorOfTheSouth, Gabriyalle Kylie Burman, jessie81589, and linky2 for all those lovely reviews, which encouraged me to write this chapter!!
Last chapter I asked whether I should make Harry easy to get angry or not. From the reviews I got, I've decided to make him have occasional mood swings, because all teenagers do. I do. I thought it would seem natural to make it that way cuz he is a teenager after all. Just wanted to tell you all about this because in the future chapters, he might have an occasional extremely emotional day, but remember it's not always, so please don't hate me if I make him sound so bad.
Last of all, I want to give my apologies if anyone thinking I'm updating too slow. I ALWAYS have a busy weekend, and not much time after school. But please stay with me. I'll try my best to get these chapters rock and rollin'!
The Training Harry awoke the next day feeling refreshed and ready to face the training he was to have with Professor McGonagoll, whatever it would be, Harry had no idea. He looked across the room to find Ron sprawled across the bed, his arm hanging limp from the bed, and he was drooling. Harry smirked, thinking that Ron must be dreaming about a feast, probably the Opening Feast in Hogwarts he thought. He got up quietly not wanting to interrupt Ron's feast, donned a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and stole out the room.
He found Mrs. Weasley already up and about, making fried eggs and bacon. Hermione, wearing a casual blouse and a pair of jeans, also sat at the table. "Morning Harry." She announced brightly. Mrs. Weasley looked up from her cooking and also said, "Good morning, Harry dear. Have a seat." Harry sat down, observing that the clock on the wall read 9:40. "Professor McGonagall will be arriving soon. Why don't you have some bacon and eggs before she arrives?" said Mrs. Weasley as she pushed a plate heaped with eggs and bacon towards Harry. He gaped at it, not believing that he could finish it. "Eat the lot up, you seem a little too skinny for my pleasure." Mrs. Weasley ordered. "What the Dursleys feed you." She shook her head.
Harry and Hermione ate in silence for a few minutes while Mrs. Weasley sat opposite of him reading the morning edition of the Daily Prophet. Then he looked up from his food and asked, "What is Professor McGonagall going to teach me today, Mrs. Weasley?" "Well, I think she might start you on Conjuring spells today, and probably a little on Animagus transformations, dear." She said without looking up from the paper.
"Oh" he replied calmly, although inside he was already burning with excitement.
"Animagus transformation! Oh Harry, I've wanted to learn that since third year! You are so lucky! I can't wait to find out what form you are! Oh, but I read in Animagi Tranformations: the Step by Step Personal Guide that it can be extremely difficult and dangerous. I already know all the basic concepts and principals though. Oh Harry, promise me you'll teach me how to transform after you've succeeded!" Hermione went on, barely trying to hide her excitement.
"Hermione relax. I don't even know if I'll ever become an Animagi or not." Harry chuckled.
"Of course you will Harry. I know you will. But PLEASE will you teach me after you've become one?" Hermione asked desperately.
"Hmm.I'll have to consider that." Harry replied wickedly, a small smile playing on his face.
"Harry!"
"All right, all right. Yes I promise you, Miss Hermione Granger that I, Harry Potter will teach you Animagi transformations once I've mastered the skill." Harry replied in a silky, highly solemn voice, though the corner of his mouth could be seen slightly twitching.
"Professor McGonagall will be arriving any moment now. I'll be leaving for your lesson." Said Mrs. Weasley.
"Well then I'll be going too then." Added Hermione, standing up. "Happy training. And don't you forget your promise, Harry Potter!"
"Okay. But you'll probably have to remind me later on. It's not as if I'll become an animagus in one lesson. Rome wasn't build in a day you know." Harry replied smugly.
"Oh, you." Hermione swapped at him playfully, then left.
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"Good morning Mr. Potter." Said Prof. McGonagall as she entered the kitchen.
"Good morning Professor McGonagall."
"Let us begin our lesson, shall we?"
"Today, I will teach you beforehand Conjuring Spells. I hope you listen very carefully to every word I say Potter, for we will be going quicker then when you are in class. I will tell you the basics for the first half of the lesson, and we will start the practical on the other half. I will meet you again this Wednesday, and I shall require you to read through chapters 1-5 in this book about Conjuring spells." She pushed a heavy book that said Advanced Transfiguration For The Advanced under his nose.
"We will not be studying the theories in future classes. Instead we will jump into the practical lesson. Is this understood?" Prof. McGonagall asked in a grim voice.
"Yes Professor McGonagall" replied Harry, feeling the pressure of work on him before he even started.
"Good," McGonagall nodded curtly while her lips forming into a brief smile. "Lets start."
"The main point in performing the Conjuring Spells is to learn the object you want to conjure. For example, if I told you to conjure up a piece of paper, you would first have to know what a piece of paper is. Tell me what a piece of paper is Potter."
Harry thought for a moment, for he never did consider thinking what a piece of paper actually WAS.
"It's rectangular, white, thin.." He replied.
"Yes, Potter, but you're missing 2 very important things about paper."
"erm."
"Just think, there could be many things in this world that fits your description of what paper is. I could just say that what you are describing is a table cloth." Hinted Professor McGonagall.
"Oh! It's made out of wood, and we write on it." Said Harry brightly.
"Correct. Although I expect answers from you more quicker from now on." Professor McGonagall's thin lips turned up a fraction to show the teeniest smile.
"You have to learn the object's function and material before you try to conjure it. Or else a sofa may turn into a chair, if you don't think about the material of the object."
"Now since you have grasped the essential points for Conjuring Spells, why don't we try it?" suggested McGonagall.
"You must picture the object in your head piece by piece. Start with the main size and shape of the object, the function of it, and the color. Then if this object is complicated, you must then picture the object from top to bottom, the material for each of the parts, and then finally you say the incantation: 'Conjurus Transformia'. (AN: I totally made that up. I don't know any Latin, but this is just what came into my head.) I want you to conjure up a piece of paper. This is relatively easy for a piece of paper only requires the main size and shape, function, and color. Start now."
Harry felt this spell could be the most complicated he ever did. He gripped his wand, pointed at the table, and thought about a piece of paper. And then he yelled: "Conjurus Transformia!"
In a flash, a milky white piece of paper magically appeared on the table. Harry felt very proud of himself. He never thought that he could actually do it, not on his first try at least.
"Stupendous Mr. Potter!" cried Professor Mcgonagall. "It seems that you will yet make me proud. You'll become the best student of mine if you keep it up." She beamed at him, which was saying something as Harry never did see her beam at anyone during Hogwarts. "but don't let Miss Granger hear that." She whispered to him as an afterthought, winking briefly.
"Why don't you conjure up for me a cup of tea?" she challenged.
"Yes, Professor. And what kind of tea would you like?" Harry asked, grinning from face to face.
"You seem eager for the challenge I see, Potter. How about some black tea with milk and sugar?"
"Very well Professor."
This time it wasn't so easy. Harry yelled out the incantation and in a flash a cup appeared on the table, an empty cup. Harry was a little disappointed, but he rolled up his sleeve and tried again. This time he was more successful. In a flash of light, a nice cup with some nice black tea, sugar and milk stood on the table.
"Very good, very good, Harry." Harry realized she was using his first name, which was in really rare occasions when someone performed a spell exceptionally well.
So Harry spent the whole morning learning conjuring spells. By lunchtime, the kitchen table was filled with treacle tart, butterbeer, pork chops, roasted duck, beef, and all sorts of cookies. Harry found the conjuring of cookies especially fun. Since cookies didn't have to have a specific shape or size, Harry amused himself by thinking up of cookies all different shapes and sizes. Professor McGonagall made her last request for Harry to conjure up some Ginger Newts, thus ended their first Transfiguration class. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- ~-~-~-~-~ "Knock, knock"
"May I come in?" It was Mrs. Weasley. She thought it was time Harry had a break and because it was lunchtime.
"Yes, come in Molly. I bet you would enjoy the scenery in here." Said an amused Professor McGonagall.
Mrs. Weasley walked in and gasped. For she saw the table laden with food and of course, LOADS of cookies.
She looked at Harry and asked: "Did you do all this?"
Harry nodded, feeling indeed, very proud of himself.
"Oh!" cried Mrs. Weasley. She jumped up and down like a child and hugged Harry until he felt his last breath before she let go of him. "If James and Sirius were here, they would really be proud of you Harry." Then she bustled out of the kitchen.
Proud, make them proud. His mother, father and Sirius all died for him. He was going to make them proud. He will not let them down.
"Harry! How was your lesson?" Hermione practically flew into the kitchen when Mrs. Weasley informed her the lesson was over and they were all to sit down and have lunch. Hermione's eyes went as wide as saucers when she saw all the food heaped onto the table. She cried with delight and begged Harry to teach her Conjuring Spells (although she was a tint disappointed when Harry informed her he hasn't learn Animagus transformations, yet.) Still, her enthusiasm made Harry laugh and he promised her that he would teach her the first thing after lunch.
"HARRY!" roared a disheveled Ron.
"Indoors voice, Weasley" McGonagall reprimanded. "Sorry, Professor." Replied Ron weakly.
While Harry was having his lesson with Professor McGonagall, Ron was in the backyard playing Quidditch with Ginny. They played by switching roles every half and hour. While one was keeper, the other tried to score in as much goals. Then while one was beater (they still used watermelons), the other played seeker, trying their best to catch the falling watermelons. Ron got a face full of watermelon again when a watermelon hurled to the ground, splattering his face with juice again.
"How was your lesson mate? It's a pity you couldn't play Quidditch with us. But I guess it's worth it right?" said Ron.
Was it? Indeed it would make his parents and Sirius and everybody proud. But would he be able to kill Voldemort? It almost sounded impossible to him.
"No more talk and lets all sit down to enjoy the marvelous food Harry conjured for us." Said Mrs. Weasley. "Would you pass me one of those interesting cookies you made Harry?"
"Of course Mrs. Weasley. In fact, why don't I just conjure up some more?" with a wicked grin, and before anyone could stop him, some 50 more cookies appeared on the table.
"Harry!" scolded Professor McGonagall, giving him a glare.
"Ok,ok!" Harry surrendered, holding up both hands.
"Luvey Prkchops H'rry." Ron said with his mouth full, already attacking Harry's conjured food like mad.
"Ron!" Hermione glared, then went on again about proper table etiquette and the likes.
Gulp "But I'm hungry!" defended Ron.
"Oh, Ron you're such a PIG!" said Ginny while rolling her eyes.
Harry didn't know why, but he felt really comfortable, sitting in a table filled with his friends as close as a family. This was a time when he felt that he just couldn't heed Lord Voldemort or anything else that made him miserable. Even if there were ten Voldemorts banging on the doors of Grimmaulds Place, Harry felt he couldn't care less. He felt surrounded by love and he knew he loved all of them back. He knew he would do anything to protect them. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~~-~-~-~-~ ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ ~-~-~-~-~-~-~- ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ AN: Another chapter! I hope you all like it! :D I want to thank GryffindorOfTheSouth, Gabriyalle Kylie Burman, jessie81589, and linky2 for all those lovely reviews, which encouraged me to write this chapter!!
Last chapter I asked whether I should make Harry easy to get angry or not. From the reviews I got, I've decided to make him have occasional mood swings, because all teenagers do. I do. I thought it would seem natural to make it that way cuz he is a teenager after all. Just wanted to tell you all about this because in the future chapters, he might have an occasional extremely emotional day, but remember it's not always, so please don't hate me if I make him sound so bad.
Last of all, I want to give my apologies if anyone thinking I'm updating too slow. I ALWAYS have a busy weekend, and not much time after school. But please stay with me. I'll try my best to get these chapters rock and rollin'!