Chapter 5 Harry's O.W.L's
Up until past mid-night they were discussing, different animagus. Page knew that Harry didn't want to talk about this subject; she knew that Sirius was an animagus, and that Harry would be upset. She then saw him moving through the crowd towards the stairs, and quickly got to her feet and followed him. It took her a while to get to the stairs as people were bidding her goodnight. She then saw Hermione following her, and feeling that it would be best if she talked to Harry alone, she disapperated into Harry's room. Page looked through the darkness and lit he wand. Harry was sitting on his bed, he was a little surprised to see her standing in his room, but he didn't have the heart to tell her to go away. "Harry, are you alright? I am sorry about disapperating into your room like this, but I was being followed. I thought we could have a private chat. Do you mind?" Harry shook his head, and Page sat down next to him the bed creaked a little. She saw that the room was too dark for her to see so; she lit the fireplace with her wand "Lacarnum Inflamare". She turned towards Harry, who had his head in his hands, she didn't know exactly what to say to him, but she knew how to cheer him up. "Um Harry, Dumbledore told me about the D.A. meetings, and he thought it best that you continue them." Harry looked at her, startled. He goggled at her for a few moments, "Really? But I thought since last year, they weren't allowed because of Mr Fudge?" Page got up and strode around the room, thinking of what to say next, she knew that Fudge wasn't supposed to know about the D.A. meetings, and that Dumbledore would get into a lot of trouble if he knew they were still having lessons. "Yes, but Fudge will not know. Harry, since Voldemort has come back again, a lot of action is to take place at Hogwarts next term, and you and me are involved with a lot of it." "What do you mean?" Harry looked at her, but one hand was still pressed against his scar. He was wincing at the pain. "Well Dumbledore still wants you to teach people Defence Against the Dark Arts, but with my help. Salem School has been testing new protection spells. I have brought a couple of books with me. Hermione is borrowing them at the moment. Your welcome to look at them at any time." Page went over to Harry, and pointed her wand at him. "Don't worry I am not going to hurt you, I am going to ease the pain in your scar, if you want to?" Harry nodded and took his hand away from his head. She raised her wand and muttered "Sescarius esaya" Harry felt a soothing feeling on his scar, as though a cool hand was pressed against his scar, which was taking the pain away. "The spell will last for about two hours, it will make you sleep more easily. Now then. The D.A. meetings oh, yes well, it will only be provided for third year and up. Because Dumbledore doesn't want Fudge to find out, he will be keeping an eye out for tattle tales. They will all be held in the room of requirement, from eight to nine thirty, on Wednesday nights. All the teachers have been informed so, they won't be asking you a lot of questions of where you are sneaking off to, as long as you have that galleon coin of yours, which is now the symbol of the meetings." Harry didn't know what to say, it sounds as though everyone had lost their marbles. "I don't understand something, why does Dumbledore still want the meetings to proceed? We got into a lot of trouble because of them. Especially from Umbridge." Page laughed. "Umbridge is in St. Mungo's Harry. She got sent there after everyone left on the last day of term. We don't know exactly what's wrong with her, but if I had my way she would be put into a muggle institute for the insane. She keeps hearing noises of hooves. If I wanted to, I would barge in there with my form and scare her to death." They both laughed. Harry hadn't laughed like this since he got back. "How is it you know all this, Ron told me that you have only been here for two days." Page smiled, "Remus and Molly have told me, they filled me in on the details. But it was my job to tell you about the meetings, and also the class lessons. Um, I don't suppose you have wondered where your exam results have got to? You haven't mentioned them since you got back." "Why do you have them? They didn't come to me, I though they got lost in the post or something. Or they were such an embarrassment they examiners didn't want to send them to me." Harry was starting to get angry and Page could tell. "Yes, we do have you results, but it was because of the muggles that we didn't send them to you. I am sorry Harry, here take it." She handed him the envelope, which held his future for his career in life. Harry ripped open the letter and read the results. His heart was thumping at the sight of the grades that he got:
Mr Harry Potter O.W.L Exam Results: Care of Magical Creatures Outstanding Charms Outstanding Defence Against the Dark Arts Outstanding Divination Acceptable History of Magic Dreadful Transfiguration Exceeds Expectations Potions Outstanding
Congratulations! Ministry Exam Official, Professor Marchbanks.
Harry face lit up with a smile and jumped up into the air, "I passed most of my grades accept for History of Magic, I couldn't finish the exam-" He broke off. Page didn't know about Harry's "fake" vision of Sirius being tortured, but she didn't ask why. "So you obviously have got 'Outstanding' for Defence Against the Dark Arts right?" Harry beamed at her, and nodded. "Excellent that will prepare us for the lessons. Now Harry I need your undivided attention on this. It's very important." Harry sat back down of the bed and placed the letter behind him, and looked at her. "Now then. Dumbledore has been given permission to teach fifth, to seventh years, the Dark Arts. Not the unforgivable curses, but new ones that the Salem School has been working on, these do work, and we'll be using them in lessons." Harry stared at her blankly. There was a knock on Harry's door and Hermione came in. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought Harry was alone." Hermione went to close to door, but Harry stopped her. "No, its ok Hermione, we have been talking about the lessons, for defence Against the Darks Arts, and the D.A. meetings as well." "Don't worry Harry, I'll go, we both need some sleep. The spell will help." Page got up and headed for the door. "Oh and Hermione, we are going out tomorrow, if you don't mind. So be up and ready for about ten alright?" "OK professor." Page closed the door, and Hermione and Harry were alone. She headed up to her room, when there was a scream from Harry's room, just as she went for the door Hermione came out, "Professor, its Harry, something is wrong with him." They both went in and Harry with on the floor writhing in pain. "REMUS! MOLLY! TONKS! QUICK!" Page shouted. She heard footsteps running up the stairs. Page went over to Harry, but he pulled out his wand, and in a hoarse voice said, "Well, who have we here, Professor Page is it now? I'd of thought you should have been killed. By my hands, no matter, the boy will help me." Remus, Tonks, Mad-Eye, and Molly came bustling into the room, followed by Fred, George, Ginny and Ron. All horror stuck they saw Harry collapse onto the floor. He started to scream, then was sick on the floor. Page rushed over to him again, and pulled him up, with Remus' help. "I'll go and send for Dumbledore". Said Mad-Eye and he ran out of the room. "Harry, what's wrong? Are you all right?" Molly, cleaned up the floor, and went to shoo everyone out to leave him alone. Hermione and Ginny was is floods of tears, Ron, Fred and George, where white as a sheet, but they knew that it was best that Harry should be alone. "Harry talk to me. What happened?" Remus was looking anxious and concerned, he had never seen Harry be possessed by Voldemort before, and knew this was a dangerous thing that this happened. Harry was sweating, and shaking, Page carried him onto his bed, conjured a bowl of cold water and a flannel, and started to pat his forehead with it. He occasionally winced, and tears started to trickle down his face. After a few minutes Harry started to calm down, he took a shuddering breath, and started to speak. "He knows I'm in London. He knows things; he searched for them, in my head. He knew you Professor." And he looked at Page. She hadn't told anybody the truth about why she was sent here, and she didn't want to explain either. Remus knew of course. But Harry wasn't to be told. Mad-Eye came back into the room followed by Dumbledore. He looked tired and worn. He asked if everyone could leave apart from Page. Remus looked a little angry with this, but didn't argue with him. When the door closed, Dumbledore conjured a comfortable looking armchair and placed it in front of Harry. "Page will you care to sit?" Page nodded and sat down. Her palms were hot and sweaty; she knew what was coming. She didn't look at Harry or Dumbledore, but concentrated on looking at the dusty frayed carpet on the floor. "Mad-Eye has told me that you were possessed by Voldemort again Harry?" Harry nodded, but before he could say anything Page blurted out, "It's my fault Dumbledore, I put a soothing spell, on his scar. So that he wouldn't feel much pain." Page looked at him terrified. But Dumbledore didn't look angry, but instead he smiled. "That was not your fault Page. That spell wouldn't have made Harry be possessed. It only would of made Harry much worse, if you had not put the spell on him." Page sighed with relief. She was glad it wasn't her fault, although she was still concerned about Harry and why it had happened minutes after the spell was cast. "Page, you know what we must do now?" She nodded, and looked at the floor again. Dumbledore turned towards Harry. "Harry I must ask you, in the morning you will be taken to the out-skirts of London with Page, and you will both wait there for me until I arrive. It that understood?" Both Harry and Page didn't want to speak, so they just nodded. Page got up and went for the door, but Dumbledore stopped her. "Page, I think it best that you stay with Harry tonight. Ron can stay in here if he wants to. They are both inseparable. I will be with you tomorrow at one in the afternoon. Goodnight" Dumbledore then left the room, Ron came in shortly afterwards, and he didn't speak to either of them, but just sat down on the bed looking up at the ceiling. Page was thinking maybe it best if they read a couple her books, to keep them preoccupied, so she disapperated and came back with 'The Darks Forces of the Arts and How to use them in a good way' and 'The Advanced Defence Against the Darks Arts' "Here read this Ron, we are going to be studying them in my lesson's, if you practise them now, you will be ahead of the class like Hermione and Harry." She handed him a book. And went over to Harry, who had his back to her. She sat on the end of his bed, and he turned over to look at her. "There's something you're not telling me. Why not? Why am I always the last to know of everything that goes on around here? Why won't anybody tell me?" Page was a little taken back, but she knew what he meant. "What do you want to know Harry?" She placed the other book beside him, but he didn't look at it, he remained focussed on her. "I want to know about Voldemort" Ron winced when he said this, but they both ignored him. "He hasn't killed any muggles, if that's what you mean. The Death eaters that you put away in Azkaban will probably be set free soon. The dementors know that he is back, and it won't be long before they rejoin him. I would of thought you would have figured that out Harry." He sat up and looked over at Ron, who was also listening into the conversation. "I thought that because he is back, he would do everything in his power to regain his faithful subjects. What will become of the Death eaters? Will they go somewhere else?" Page turned around and saw Ron who has an interested look on his face, she beckoned him over with her hand, and he made his way over and sat down next to Harry. "If the dementors will go to follow Voldemort, then by Cornelius' orders, they will perform the kiss on them. Of course they can't do this until they know for sure that the dementors, will go over to him. The giants on the other hand, as far as Remus hold me about Hagrid, him and Madame Maxine, have gone back to the mountains to collect the willing giants who will come over to our side. As far as I know there are only seven of them." "And Grawp makes eight" Interrupted Ron, slightly ecstatic. "Grawp? Who's Grawp?" Page was a bit confused, she had never heard of him. "Grawp is Hagrid's, half-brother. He is living in the Dark Forest now, with the Centaurs. I would of thought that the Centaurs would have tried to kill him. I mean he aint exactly hard to miss is he?" Ron said, and with a sigh he looked at Page. "So professor why these books, they are full of dark magic, what's with that?" Page still looking at Harry said, "It is necessary that you learn these Ron, we are going to study them and learn their weak points in the formation of them. 'The Advanced Defence Against the darks Arts' is the one you'll be buying. The others that I have brought with me are for the D.A. meetings." Ron goggled at her; he obviously didn't know that they are still on. "Yes, the meetings are still on. Still in the same room, and on Wednesday nights from eight till nine- thirty. Gryffindor Quidditch practises will be up to the Captain. Won't it Harry?" Harry looked up from staring out of the dark window; Page got a feeling Harry didn't hear her. Ron started to pat Harry on the back catching on quicker then Harry did, looking thoroughly pleased with him. Harry gave a puzzled look. Then it hit him. "Your making me Captain? Why? What have I done to deserve this? I thought I had a lifelong ban on Quidditch?" "Don't be thick Harry, you haven't got a lifelong ban now that old bat isn't here." Ron said impatiently. "And besides we will be really great in lessons now that we haven't got Snape." "That's Professor Snape Ron, and as far as Minerva has told me, Harry will have to take potions if he wants to be an Auror." Page said wisely. "I forgot to ask you Harry, what did you get in your results?" Harry handed over the piece of parchment to him. Ron goggled at it, "Wow, Harry, you did better then me. I got 'Acceptable' in potions, although at History of Magic I got 'Acceptable'. We got the same for Defence Against the Dark Arts, wow Harry you got 'Outstanding' for Charms and Care of Magical Creatures too. Well done mate." He handed the parchment back to Harry, who glanced at it again. "What did you get for transfiguration?" Harry asked Ron's ears went pink, "I got 'Acceptable', Hermione got all 'Outstanding' as we knew she would. She told me her parents are really happy for her. But she doesn't know what she wants. Oh and if your interested I got 'Dreadful' for divination. I just made up stuff." Page laughed. "I got 'Outstanding' for Divination. My Mum was a seer, not a very good one, but I got through it all right. Well I think its time that we could do with some sleep." She had made sure that they had gone to sleep before going upstairs to bed.
Up until past mid-night they were discussing, different animagus. Page knew that Harry didn't want to talk about this subject; she knew that Sirius was an animagus, and that Harry would be upset. She then saw him moving through the crowd towards the stairs, and quickly got to her feet and followed him. It took her a while to get to the stairs as people were bidding her goodnight. She then saw Hermione following her, and feeling that it would be best if she talked to Harry alone, she disapperated into Harry's room. Page looked through the darkness and lit he wand. Harry was sitting on his bed, he was a little surprised to see her standing in his room, but he didn't have the heart to tell her to go away. "Harry, are you alright? I am sorry about disapperating into your room like this, but I was being followed. I thought we could have a private chat. Do you mind?" Harry shook his head, and Page sat down next to him the bed creaked a little. She saw that the room was too dark for her to see so; she lit the fireplace with her wand "Lacarnum Inflamare". She turned towards Harry, who had his head in his hands, she didn't know exactly what to say to him, but she knew how to cheer him up. "Um Harry, Dumbledore told me about the D.A. meetings, and he thought it best that you continue them." Harry looked at her, startled. He goggled at her for a few moments, "Really? But I thought since last year, they weren't allowed because of Mr Fudge?" Page got up and strode around the room, thinking of what to say next, she knew that Fudge wasn't supposed to know about the D.A. meetings, and that Dumbledore would get into a lot of trouble if he knew they were still having lessons. "Yes, but Fudge will not know. Harry, since Voldemort has come back again, a lot of action is to take place at Hogwarts next term, and you and me are involved with a lot of it." "What do you mean?" Harry looked at her, but one hand was still pressed against his scar. He was wincing at the pain. "Well Dumbledore still wants you to teach people Defence Against the Dark Arts, but with my help. Salem School has been testing new protection spells. I have brought a couple of books with me. Hermione is borrowing them at the moment. Your welcome to look at them at any time." Page went over to Harry, and pointed her wand at him. "Don't worry I am not going to hurt you, I am going to ease the pain in your scar, if you want to?" Harry nodded and took his hand away from his head. She raised her wand and muttered "Sescarius esaya" Harry felt a soothing feeling on his scar, as though a cool hand was pressed against his scar, which was taking the pain away. "The spell will last for about two hours, it will make you sleep more easily. Now then. The D.A. meetings oh, yes well, it will only be provided for third year and up. Because Dumbledore doesn't want Fudge to find out, he will be keeping an eye out for tattle tales. They will all be held in the room of requirement, from eight to nine thirty, on Wednesday nights. All the teachers have been informed so, they won't be asking you a lot of questions of where you are sneaking off to, as long as you have that galleon coin of yours, which is now the symbol of the meetings." Harry didn't know what to say, it sounds as though everyone had lost their marbles. "I don't understand something, why does Dumbledore still want the meetings to proceed? We got into a lot of trouble because of them. Especially from Umbridge." Page laughed. "Umbridge is in St. Mungo's Harry. She got sent there after everyone left on the last day of term. We don't know exactly what's wrong with her, but if I had my way she would be put into a muggle institute for the insane. She keeps hearing noises of hooves. If I wanted to, I would barge in there with my form and scare her to death." They both laughed. Harry hadn't laughed like this since he got back. "How is it you know all this, Ron told me that you have only been here for two days." Page smiled, "Remus and Molly have told me, they filled me in on the details. But it was my job to tell you about the meetings, and also the class lessons. Um, I don't suppose you have wondered where your exam results have got to? You haven't mentioned them since you got back." "Why do you have them? They didn't come to me, I though they got lost in the post or something. Or they were such an embarrassment they examiners didn't want to send them to me." Harry was starting to get angry and Page could tell. "Yes, we do have you results, but it was because of the muggles that we didn't send them to you. I am sorry Harry, here take it." She handed him the envelope, which held his future for his career in life. Harry ripped open the letter and read the results. His heart was thumping at the sight of the grades that he got:
Mr Harry Potter O.W.L Exam Results: Care of Magical Creatures Outstanding Charms Outstanding Defence Against the Dark Arts Outstanding Divination Acceptable History of Magic Dreadful Transfiguration Exceeds Expectations Potions Outstanding
Congratulations! Ministry Exam Official, Professor Marchbanks.
Harry face lit up with a smile and jumped up into the air, "I passed most of my grades accept for History of Magic, I couldn't finish the exam-" He broke off. Page didn't know about Harry's "fake" vision of Sirius being tortured, but she didn't ask why. "So you obviously have got 'Outstanding' for Defence Against the Dark Arts right?" Harry beamed at her, and nodded. "Excellent that will prepare us for the lessons. Now Harry I need your undivided attention on this. It's very important." Harry sat back down of the bed and placed the letter behind him, and looked at her. "Now then. Dumbledore has been given permission to teach fifth, to seventh years, the Dark Arts. Not the unforgivable curses, but new ones that the Salem School has been working on, these do work, and we'll be using them in lessons." Harry stared at her blankly. There was a knock on Harry's door and Hermione came in. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought Harry was alone." Hermione went to close to door, but Harry stopped her. "No, its ok Hermione, we have been talking about the lessons, for defence Against the Darks Arts, and the D.A. meetings as well." "Don't worry Harry, I'll go, we both need some sleep. The spell will help." Page got up and headed for the door. "Oh and Hermione, we are going out tomorrow, if you don't mind. So be up and ready for about ten alright?" "OK professor." Page closed the door, and Hermione and Harry were alone. She headed up to her room, when there was a scream from Harry's room, just as she went for the door Hermione came out, "Professor, its Harry, something is wrong with him." They both went in and Harry with on the floor writhing in pain. "REMUS! MOLLY! TONKS! QUICK!" Page shouted. She heard footsteps running up the stairs. Page went over to Harry, but he pulled out his wand, and in a hoarse voice said, "Well, who have we here, Professor Page is it now? I'd of thought you should have been killed. By my hands, no matter, the boy will help me." Remus, Tonks, Mad-Eye, and Molly came bustling into the room, followed by Fred, George, Ginny and Ron. All horror stuck they saw Harry collapse onto the floor. He started to scream, then was sick on the floor. Page rushed over to him again, and pulled him up, with Remus' help. "I'll go and send for Dumbledore". Said Mad-Eye and he ran out of the room. "Harry, what's wrong? Are you all right?" Molly, cleaned up the floor, and went to shoo everyone out to leave him alone. Hermione and Ginny was is floods of tears, Ron, Fred and George, where white as a sheet, but they knew that it was best that Harry should be alone. "Harry talk to me. What happened?" Remus was looking anxious and concerned, he had never seen Harry be possessed by Voldemort before, and knew this was a dangerous thing that this happened. Harry was sweating, and shaking, Page carried him onto his bed, conjured a bowl of cold water and a flannel, and started to pat his forehead with it. He occasionally winced, and tears started to trickle down his face. After a few minutes Harry started to calm down, he took a shuddering breath, and started to speak. "He knows I'm in London. He knows things; he searched for them, in my head. He knew you Professor." And he looked at Page. She hadn't told anybody the truth about why she was sent here, and she didn't want to explain either. Remus knew of course. But Harry wasn't to be told. Mad-Eye came back into the room followed by Dumbledore. He looked tired and worn. He asked if everyone could leave apart from Page. Remus looked a little angry with this, but didn't argue with him. When the door closed, Dumbledore conjured a comfortable looking armchair and placed it in front of Harry. "Page will you care to sit?" Page nodded and sat down. Her palms were hot and sweaty; she knew what was coming. She didn't look at Harry or Dumbledore, but concentrated on looking at the dusty frayed carpet on the floor. "Mad-Eye has told me that you were possessed by Voldemort again Harry?" Harry nodded, but before he could say anything Page blurted out, "It's my fault Dumbledore, I put a soothing spell, on his scar. So that he wouldn't feel much pain." Page looked at him terrified. But Dumbledore didn't look angry, but instead he smiled. "That was not your fault Page. That spell wouldn't have made Harry be possessed. It only would of made Harry much worse, if you had not put the spell on him." Page sighed with relief. She was glad it wasn't her fault, although she was still concerned about Harry and why it had happened minutes after the spell was cast. "Page, you know what we must do now?" She nodded, and looked at the floor again. Dumbledore turned towards Harry. "Harry I must ask you, in the morning you will be taken to the out-skirts of London with Page, and you will both wait there for me until I arrive. It that understood?" Both Harry and Page didn't want to speak, so they just nodded. Page got up and went for the door, but Dumbledore stopped her. "Page, I think it best that you stay with Harry tonight. Ron can stay in here if he wants to. They are both inseparable. I will be with you tomorrow at one in the afternoon. Goodnight" Dumbledore then left the room, Ron came in shortly afterwards, and he didn't speak to either of them, but just sat down on the bed looking up at the ceiling. Page was thinking maybe it best if they read a couple her books, to keep them preoccupied, so she disapperated and came back with 'The Darks Forces of the Arts and How to use them in a good way' and 'The Advanced Defence Against the Darks Arts' "Here read this Ron, we are going to be studying them in my lesson's, if you practise them now, you will be ahead of the class like Hermione and Harry." She handed him a book. And went over to Harry, who had his back to her. She sat on the end of his bed, and he turned over to look at her. "There's something you're not telling me. Why not? Why am I always the last to know of everything that goes on around here? Why won't anybody tell me?" Page was a little taken back, but she knew what he meant. "What do you want to know Harry?" She placed the other book beside him, but he didn't look at it, he remained focussed on her. "I want to know about Voldemort" Ron winced when he said this, but they both ignored him. "He hasn't killed any muggles, if that's what you mean. The Death eaters that you put away in Azkaban will probably be set free soon. The dementors know that he is back, and it won't be long before they rejoin him. I would of thought you would have figured that out Harry." He sat up and looked over at Ron, who was also listening into the conversation. "I thought that because he is back, he would do everything in his power to regain his faithful subjects. What will become of the Death eaters? Will they go somewhere else?" Page turned around and saw Ron who has an interested look on his face, she beckoned him over with her hand, and he made his way over and sat down next to Harry. "If the dementors will go to follow Voldemort, then by Cornelius' orders, they will perform the kiss on them. Of course they can't do this until they know for sure that the dementors, will go over to him. The giants on the other hand, as far as Remus hold me about Hagrid, him and Madame Maxine, have gone back to the mountains to collect the willing giants who will come over to our side. As far as I know there are only seven of them." "And Grawp makes eight" Interrupted Ron, slightly ecstatic. "Grawp? Who's Grawp?" Page was a bit confused, she had never heard of him. "Grawp is Hagrid's, half-brother. He is living in the Dark Forest now, with the Centaurs. I would of thought that the Centaurs would have tried to kill him. I mean he aint exactly hard to miss is he?" Ron said, and with a sigh he looked at Page. "So professor why these books, they are full of dark magic, what's with that?" Page still looking at Harry said, "It is necessary that you learn these Ron, we are going to study them and learn their weak points in the formation of them. 'The Advanced Defence Against the darks Arts' is the one you'll be buying. The others that I have brought with me are for the D.A. meetings." Ron goggled at her; he obviously didn't know that they are still on. "Yes, the meetings are still on. Still in the same room, and on Wednesday nights from eight till nine- thirty. Gryffindor Quidditch practises will be up to the Captain. Won't it Harry?" Harry looked up from staring out of the dark window; Page got a feeling Harry didn't hear her. Ron started to pat Harry on the back catching on quicker then Harry did, looking thoroughly pleased with him. Harry gave a puzzled look. Then it hit him. "Your making me Captain? Why? What have I done to deserve this? I thought I had a lifelong ban on Quidditch?" "Don't be thick Harry, you haven't got a lifelong ban now that old bat isn't here." Ron said impatiently. "And besides we will be really great in lessons now that we haven't got Snape." "That's Professor Snape Ron, and as far as Minerva has told me, Harry will have to take potions if he wants to be an Auror." Page said wisely. "I forgot to ask you Harry, what did you get in your results?" Harry handed over the piece of parchment to him. Ron goggled at it, "Wow, Harry, you did better then me. I got 'Acceptable' in potions, although at History of Magic I got 'Acceptable'. We got the same for Defence Against the Dark Arts, wow Harry you got 'Outstanding' for Charms and Care of Magical Creatures too. Well done mate." He handed the parchment back to Harry, who glanced at it again. "What did you get for transfiguration?" Harry asked Ron's ears went pink, "I got 'Acceptable', Hermione got all 'Outstanding' as we knew she would. She told me her parents are really happy for her. But she doesn't know what she wants. Oh and if your interested I got 'Dreadful' for divination. I just made up stuff." Page laughed. "I got 'Outstanding' for Divination. My Mum was a seer, not a very good one, but I got through it all right. Well I think its time that we could do with some sleep." She had made sure that they had gone to sleep before going upstairs to bed.