A/N: Glad everyone liked the previous chapter! I really had fun writing it!
Even Twingirl #2 (my twin sister) liked it! ^gazing fondly at her. "Hey!
Wutcha lookin' at?" She snaps^ ah, well..
Here are some replies to the reviews:
Dragonstorm316: Oh my god! Thanks for pointing that out for me....(us). I have absolutely NO idea why I made that mistake. Again, thank you!
Shdurrani: Thank you, I will! ^_^ Got caught red handed, eh? Well to tell you the truth, most of these chapters are written by me, and I think, so will most of the future chapters. My adoring sister, has decided to become my beta-reader.
Vanilja: Thank you, I'm so flattered. And I think your opinion is highly applicable, I'll consider it in the future chapters.
Ters: Boy?? ^hmm, must be cuz I'm too evil to be a gurl.....^ LOL. All in all, thanks a lot for your support!
Mikee: Wow, a lot of question. Hmm..let me see ^scratch scratch^ As to the first question, no. Severus will not cut slack on Harry because he helped to assist the Order. However, that does not mean he will not eventually change feelings for the boy..due to other reasons. ^wink^. Alright second question, interesting theory, but I guess you can only wait and see. (^oh my god! I AM turing evil^)
Thelvyn: Ah thank you. I'm enjoying putting cliff-hangers in the chapters, too. And about your opinion, I'll just say I will consider it.
PrphtssP: Hehe, I think so, too. Oh, and as to Voldie, I'm afraid you missed my note at the top of the chapter where it tells you Voldie apparated away and left his cronies to do the dirty work.
Lady Lily3: ohh...^muttering "slave driver" under my breath^ LOL.I'm just kidding. I did promise to give you guys two chapters when the reviews reach 20.
Hpfan1: You hate cliffhangers? Well I'm afraid I have just started enjoying them...hehe. All in all, thank you for your support.
JamesTag: Thank you, I will.
Now back to the story!!
Chapter 13
Wandless Magic
Harry paled instantly when realization struck. "I-I-I didn't use my wand." He said, gazing at his hands as if examining a new Quidditch broom. "But how-"
"I found it under your pillow, right after you ^poofed^ off." Ron stated.
"Harry," a wide-eyed Hermione squeal, "you just did wandless magic!"
"It's supposed to be very hard, but was a common practice during the founder's age. It died out during Grindelwald's Age, when more wizards and witches were needed to fight. Using a wand made wizards and witches learn much faster than learning wandless magic. However in doing so, a lot of powerful spells and curses were lost, because those spells could not be applied to wands. Also, when a wizard or witch is able to control wandless magic, the spells that he or she casts is three times more powerful than using a wand to cast the same spell. " Hermione said, all in a single breath.
"Ah, good Miss Granger. If school term had started I would gladly have awarded Gryffindor 10 points for showing such profound knowledge." Dumbledore said merrily.
"Thank you, Professor" a red-faced Hermione replied.
"Show-off." Ron muttered silently, but unfortunately Hermione heard. Ron got a dark look and a hard knock in the shins by Hermione, her face turning into a shade of scarlet.
"Well I happen to find possessing such "profound knowledge" highly useful." Hermione sniffed.
"Well-" Ron started.
"Then how did I manage to do wandless magic, Professor Dumbledore?" Harry interrupted, trying to stop his two friend's bickering, while his own curiosity was brimming over the cauldron's top.
"I believe, Harry, that you are able to cast wandless magic during a highly emotional state, whether it is happiness, anger, or grief. If you recall the summer before your third year, when you accidentally ah..inflated your Aunt, were you feeling highly emotional?"
"Yes, I was." Harry said, looking up towards the ceiling, "she was insulting my parents, so I got angry, before I knew it, she was floating on the ceiling."
"Yes, then my assumption is right. If you were to do wandless magic right now, I'm afraid it will not work." Said Dumbledore.
"Why don't you try, Harry." Hermione said, no longer arguing with Ron.
"Alright." Harry started, flexing his fingers, stared at the cup of hot chocolate in front of him. "Wingardium Levio-"
Just then, Snape still clad in Deatheater wear burst into the kitchen.
"Albus." He said briskly, giving the headmaster a curt nod.
"Yes. Now why don't you children go get some more sleep? I read in a muggle health book that children under the age of 18 should sleep no less than 7 hours a day. It is bad for one's health. Now chop, chop. All of you." Dumbledore exclaimed brightly, while herding Harry and the lot out of the kitchen.
Snape scowled at Dumbledore's merriness but said nothing.
"Now, let's get down to business." Dumbledore said.
"Headmaster, I believe the Dark Lord is aware of a traitor among his followers." Severus said darkly, " and also from rumors among the Deatheaters, the Dark Lord has already won the interests of the Giants, and is moving on to recruiting Vampires, and the Potenputicia (word and thing I made up.)
Remeus shivered, however not because of the cold.
Dumbledore paled slightly, " Severus, Remeus, please assist me at Hogwarts tomorrow to strengthen the wards. I shall also summon all the other professors. Our student's safety is our Number One priority."
The two Professors plus one ex-Professor all fell silent.
"How did you know there was going to be a deatheater raid in Azkaban at midnight?" Snape finally unable to contain his curiosity, blurted out.
"Why, young Mr. Potter warned us of it." Dumbledore replied.
"Potter!" Snape hissed, "and how did he obtain this information? Got into more mischief I gather?"
"Well that is for you to find out his story to tell." Dumbledore said pleasantly.
Snape scowled.
Dumbledore gave a slight wink at Remeus, all the while totally undetected by the scowling Potions Master.
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The few remaining weeks passed by uneventfully. Harry had lessons every odd weekday, while Ron and Ginny played Quidditch outside. Hermione, no matter shine or rain, was always found curled up with a thick volume in her hands.
All to soon, it was September 1st, and Grimmauld's Place was in total chaos.
"Where are my socks? Where are my bloody socks?" a fully robed Ron stalked all over the house, yelling at the top of his lungs.
"They're on your bloody feet, oh brother of mine." A grumpy Ginny said, still droopy-eyed.
"Well where are my shoes, then? They're not on my feet."
"Oh bother." Ginny, rolling her eyes went back to her room to finish some last minute packing, muttering "boys.hmph" under her breath.
Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen making her traditional stack of always- warm charmed toast. She was humming lightly the Weird Sister's hit song of the year while buttering the stack of toast with her wand.
Tonks was in her usual happy mood trying to help people pack, but ended up tripping and dropping whatever she had in her hands. After tripping over Harry's trunk for the fifth consecutive time, dropping his books all over the floor, and saying "I'm so sorry, Harry. I'll pick them up.", Harry said, " It's okay, Tonks. I can manage them myself. If I were you, I'd help Ron over there." Nodding his head toward Ron's bed, where there were more things on it than in his trunk.
"Okay." Tonks said, and bounced over to help Ron.
Harry sighed, took one last look around his bed, fitted the last three books into his trunk, and carried it downstairs. Mad-eye Moody was waiting impatiently downstairs. When he spotted Harry coming down, he growled, "are the others done yet, Potter?"
"No." said Harry, "Ron's still got a bunch of stuff on his bed. Tonks helping him though."
"Well, they've better hurry. We won't want to miss the train." Moody said huffily, and then quietly to Harry, "still got that amulet I gave you, son?"
Harry nodded.
"Good. I heard from Lupin that you just found out another of it's uses, eh? Use it well, son. And don't you dare take it off, you hear?"
"Yes sir."
"Good." Moody looked at Harry, while turning his magical eye towards the stairs, "ah, here they come. Let's get going."
AWWW..no cliffie on this chapter. But oh well. Enjoy!
Here are some replies to the reviews:
Dragonstorm316: Oh my god! Thanks for pointing that out for me....(us). I have absolutely NO idea why I made that mistake. Again, thank you!
Shdurrani: Thank you, I will! ^_^ Got caught red handed, eh? Well to tell you the truth, most of these chapters are written by me, and I think, so will most of the future chapters. My adoring sister, has decided to become my beta-reader.
Vanilja: Thank you, I'm so flattered. And I think your opinion is highly applicable, I'll consider it in the future chapters.
Ters: Boy?? ^hmm, must be cuz I'm too evil to be a gurl.....^ LOL. All in all, thanks a lot for your support!
Mikee: Wow, a lot of question. Hmm..let me see ^scratch scratch^ As to the first question, no. Severus will not cut slack on Harry because he helped to assist the Order. However, that does not mean he will not eventually change feelings for the boy..due to other reasons. ^wink^. Alright second question, interesting theory, but I guess you can only wait and see. (^oh my god! I AM turing evil^)
Thelvyn: Ah thank you. I'm enjoying putting cliff-hangers in the chapters, too. And about your opinion, I'll just say I will consider it.
PrphtssP: Hehe, I think so, too. Oh, and as to Voldie, I'm afraid you missed my note at the top of the chapter where it tells you Voldie apparated away and left his cronies to do the dirty work.
Lady Lily3: ohh...^muttering "slave driver" under my breath^ LOL.I'm just kidding. I did promise to give you guys two chapters when the reviews reach 20.
Hpfan1: You hate cliffhangers? Well I'm afraid I have just started enjoying them...hehe. All in all, thank you for your support.
JamesTag: Thank you, I will.
Now back to the story!!
Chapter 13
Wandless Magic
Harry paled instantly when realization struck. "I-I-I didn't use my wand." He said, gazing at his hands as if examining a new Quidditch broom. "But how-"
"I found it under your pillow, right after you ^poofed^ off." Ron stated.
"Harry," a wide-eyed Hermione squeal, "you just did wandless magic!"
"It's supposed to be very hard, but was a common practice during the founder's age. It died out during Grindelwald's Age, when more wizards and witches were needed to fight. Using a wand made wizards and witches learn much faster than learning wandless magic. However in doing so, a lot of powerful spells and curses were lost, because those spells could not be applied to wands. Also, when a wizard or witch is able to control wandless magic, the spells that he or she casts is three times more powerful than using a wand to cast the same spell. " Hermione said, all in a single breath.
"Ah, good Miss Granger. If school term had started I would gladly have awarded Gryffindor 10 points for showing such profound knowledge." Dumbledore said merrily.
"Thank you, Professor" a red-faced Hermione replied.
"Show-off." Ron muttered silently, but unfortunately Hermione heard. Ron got a dark look and a hard knock in the shins by Hermione, her face turning into a shade of scarlet.
"Well I happen to find possessing such "profound knowledge" highly useful." Hermione sniffed.
"Well-" Ron started.
"Then how did I manage to do wandless magic, Professor Dumbledore?" Harry interrupted, trying to stop his two friend's bickering, while his own curiosity was brimming over the cauldron's top.
"I believe, Harry, that you are able to cast wandless magic during a highly emotional state, whether it is happiness, anger, or grief. If you recall the summer before your third year, when you accidentally ah..inflated your Aunt, were you feeling highly emotional?"
"Yes, I was." Harry said, looking up towards the ceiling, "she was insulting my parents, so I got angry, before I knew it, she was floating on the ceiling."
"Yes, then my assumption is right. If you were to do wandless magic right now, I'm afraid it will not work." Said Dumbledore.
"Why don't you try, Harry." Hermione said, no longer arguing with Ron.
"Alright." Harry started, flexing his fingers, stared at the cup of hot chocolate in front of him. "Wingardium Levio-"
Just then, Snape still clad in Deatheater wear burst into the kitchen.
"Albus." He said briskly, giving the headmaster a curt nod.
"Yes. Now why don't you children go get some more sleep? I read in a muggle health book that children under the age of 18 should sleep no less than 7 hours a day. It is bad for one's health. Now chop, chop. All of you." Dumbledore exclaimed brightly, while herding Harry and the lot out of the kitchen.
Snape scowled at Dumbledore's merriness but said nothing.
"Now, let's get down to business." Dumbledore said.
"Headmaster, I believe the Dark Lord is aware of a traitor among his followers." Severus said darkly, " and also from rumors among the Deatheaters, the Dark Lord has already won the interests of the Giants, and is moving on to recruiting Vampires, and the Potenputicia (word and thing I made up.)
Remeus shivered, however not because of the cold.
Dumbledore paled slightly, " Severus, Remeus, please assist me at Hogwarts tomorrow to strengthen the wards. I shall also summon all the other professors. Our student's safety is our Number One priority."
The two Professors plus one ex-Professor all fell silent.
"How did you know there was going to be a deatheater raid in Azkaban at midnight?" Snape finally unable to contain his curiosity, blurted out.
"Why, young Mr. Potter warned us of it." Dumbledore replied.
"Potter!" Snape hissed, "and how did he obtain this information? Got into more mischief I gather?"
"Well that is for you to find out his story to tell." Dumbledore said pleasantly.
Snape scowled.
Dumbledore gave a slight wink at Remeus, all the while totally undetected by the scowling Potions Master.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
The few remaining weeks passed by uneventfully. Harry had lessons every odd weekday, while Ron and Ginny played Quidditch outside. Hermione, no matter shine or rain, was always found curled up with a thick volume in her hands.
All to soon, it was September 1st, and Grimmauld's Place was in total chaos.
"Where are my socks? Where are my bloody socks?" a fully robed Ron stalked all over the house, yelling at the top of his lungs.
"They're on your bloody feet, oh brother of mine." A grumpy Ginny said, still droopy-eyed.
"Well where are my shoes, then? They're not on my feet."
"Oh bother." Ginny, rolling her eyes went back to her room to finish some last minute packing, muttering "boys.hmph" under her breath.
Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen making her traditional stack of always- warm charmed toast. She was humming lightly the Weird Sister's hit song of the year while buttering the stack of toast with her wand.
Tonks was in her usual happy mood trying to help people pack, but ended up tripping and dropping whatever she had in her hands. After tripping over Harry's trunk for the fifth consecutive time, dropping his books all over the floor, and saying "I'm so sorry, Harry. I'll pick them up.", Harry said, " It's okay, Tonks. I can manage them myself. If I were you, I'd help Ron over there." Nodding his head toward Ron's bed, where there were more things on it than in his trunk.
"Okay." Tonks said, and bounced over to help Ron.
Harry sighed, took one last look around his bed, fitted the last three books into his trunk, and carried it downstairs. Mad-eye Moody was waiting impatiently downstairs. When he spotted Harry coming down, he growled, "are the others done yet, Potter?"
"No." said Harry, "Ron's still got a bunch of stuff on his bed. Tonks helping him though."
"Well, they've better hurry. We won't want to miss the train." Moody said huffily, and then quietly to Harry, "still got that amulet I gave you, son?"
Harry nodded.
"Good. I heard from Lupin that you just found out another of it's uses, eh? Use it well, son. And don't you dare take it off, you hear?"
"Yes sir."
"Good." Moody looked at Harry, while turning his magical eye towards the stairs, "ah, here they come. Let's get going."
AWWW..no cliffie on this chapter. But oh well. Enjoy!