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Chapter 5: From Results to Questions

Harry was awoken by a particularly loud screech, very close to his ear. He opened his eyes to see a blurred outline of two owls, one of which was sat on his bedside table. Typical, he groaned, and feeling that Ron should be woken as well, he threw a pillow at him.

"What?" he said, after a few choice swearwords.

"Mail," replied Harry, as he grabbed the letter from the owl. It was thick parchment, and had a wax crest on the back. A letter from Hogwarts. Oh God, exam results!

"Ron," said Harry quickly, "open it, it's your exam results, open it before..."

"Hermione gets here," completed Ron.

Together they open the envelopes, noticing that they were thicker than usual, and held their breath, as they read. Harry stared in wonder at the letter:

Dear Mr Potter,

Please note that the new term will start on September the first. Please be on the Hogwarts Express by eleven o'clock.

Congratulations on passing all of your O.W.L Examinations (The actual results are enclosed.)

I also wish to inform you that your selections for N.E.W.T level subjects, need to be in my possession by no later than the thirty-first of July.

Yours Sincerely

Professor M. McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Passing all of your examinations... "I've passed potions!" said Harry disbelievingly. He looked over at Ron, who had just turned over to the next page, and was reading, wide-eyed, with his mouth open in shock

Taking a deep breath, Harry decided to look at his own results. He unfolded the parchment, and read:

Mr Potter, below are you O.W.L Results, in grade order. Next to them are the positions in the year.

Defence Against the Dark Arts Outstanding 1

Care of Magical Creatures Outstanding 1

Transfiguration Outstanding 6

Charms Outstanding 8

Herbology Exceeds Expectations 15

Astronomy Exceeds Expectations 18

Potions Exceeds Expectations 19

Divination Acceptable 25

History of Magic Acceptable 26

Harry looked up to see Ron looking at him in shock. "I've passed them all!" he looked down again, as though to check, "Even Divination."

"Me too," replied Harry, and after a pause added, "I think we should make an agreement, we tell each other our grades, then we don't speak of them again."

"Agreed," said a voice from the doorway, the boy's turned around to see Faith, and Hermione, who did not look as though she agreed, but reluctantly did. When they came into eye contact, every one blushed.

The next couple of minutes were spent reading everyone results. Hermione, to no one's surprise, got outstanding in everything, and came top in the year. Ron and Faith did much the same as Harry, and Ron beat him a couple of times (Ron had to try hard not to look too happy about this.)

"Congratulations," said Harry, and after a very uncomfortable pause, gave Faith a hug, she returned this with a kiss on the cheek, "You too, Harry."

"And you Hermione, and you Ron."

"Yeah, well done, everyone."

After a pause, where both girls were considering saying "well done" with a kiss, they headed downstairs to be greeted by most of the Order, including Professors Snape, McGonagall, and Dumbledore. Everyone, looked over at them as they walked in and Dumbledore's eyes sparkled extra bright when they said in unison:

"We passed everything!"

Harry had to work hard to hide a grin at the sight if Snape's face; it ha the look that said clearly: "You'd better not have got into N.E.W.T Potions!" Ron went over to his parents and discussed his results, Mrs Weasley looked as though she was going to cry, (Fred and George looked disgusted, and highly disappointed.) Hermione walked over to Professor McGonagall, and Harry and Faith went over to Lupin.

"Moony, I got first in the year in Defence Against the Dark Arts!"

"I know, Harry," replied Lupin, smiling broadly. "I hope you don't mind, Harry, but I took the liberty of finding out your exact score, and..."

"What?"

"I believe that James, and Sirius would be as proud as me at this moment."

"Why?"

"Only three other Hogwarts students have ever got the same mark as you in Defence Against the Dark Arts, your father, Sirius, and myself."

"What mark is that?" asked Harry, completely at sea.

"Full marks!"

"Congratulations, Harry!" said Dumbledore.

"Thank you, sir."

"Well, let's see your other marks, and you Faith."

For a while after breakfast the only topic discussed were the results, and how well everyone had done.

It was late in the afternoon; in the middle of a chess tournament (Ron was winning) that McGonagall came over and asked to see the four teenagers, in the kitchen. They walked in to see a strange but highly amusing sight. Dumbledore was talking to Snape.

"You have no choice in this, Severus!"

"BUT I NEVER!" he spluttered angrily.

"You will," replied Dumbledore with finality. Snape got up to leave, and was told to sit. Harry and Ron could not help but grin; Snape was acting like a child. The grin disappeared when he looked at them with a murderous glare that no child could have achieved.

"Right," said Professor McGonagall, as she shut the door. "You are all in my house, well, I know you aren't yet, Faith, but anyway, I want to explain the N.E.W.T system to you.

"Not get your results out and take a seat. First of all, in your sixth year, you will take six N.E.W.T subjects, at the end of the year you will drop one of these subjects and take the other five through to the next year, to gain N.E.W.Ts in the end of year examinations. Albus, can you check if I have these correct, please."

"Certainly, Minerva."

"To take Transfiguration next year, you must have an 'Exceeds Expectations'. Similarly, to take Charms you must have an 'Exceeds Expectations', as is the same for Ancient Runes. For Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, and Astronomy, you need an 'Acceptable'. Defence Against the Dark Arts, is a very important subject, and this can therefore be taken by everyone. However there will be two grades; one lesson a week will be only for the students who have gained an 'outstanding' in the subject. Anything else, Albus?"

"Potions."

"Oh yes, now, as you three know, Professor Snape only accepts students with a 'Outstanding' in the subject. This year, however, he will be taking in some 'Exceeds Expectations."

"Why?" asked Harry.

"Because," replied Snape, venomously, "only two students got the grade, and so the headmaster is forcing me to take in the top twenty students, if they want to take it of course."

The smile on Harry's face grew I can take Potions, I can still have a shot at being an Auror!

"What are you smirking at, Potter?

"Professor, you are worse off than you think, you have me for another two years!" At this Snape looked as though he was going too explode. "No...No," he said walking out of the room. Harry glanced over to the two professors and was please to see that they both had small smiles on their faces.

"Well, Mr Potter, you are one step closer to your career, despite what Delores may say," said McGonagall with a smile, "And Severus is one step closer to an emotional breakdown. Right, now do you have any questions, you know what you are going to take?"

Faith and Ron shook their heads, Hermione walked over to McGonagall again, and Harry made his way over to Dumbledore,

"Professor?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"I want to know a few things..."

"Remember, that I can only answer some of your questions, now, if there is anything regarding the Prophecy, please come and find me later."

"Fine... Are we having a proper Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, or one from the Ministry?"

"Now, Harry, I don't want to spoil it for you, but you will be having a few different teachers. Two of them will be from the Ministry, and you will be having at least one 'proper teacher' as you put it. Other than that I cannot tell you."

"Okay,"

"Anything else?"

"Yes, it's about my Occlumency, when will I be studying it, and will it be with..."

"This matter will be addressed when the new school term has started, you are clearing your mind at night?"

"I have, but I have had a lot of trouble sleeping lately. I was wondering if someone could make me a sleeping potion, or teach me to use a Pensive, or something?"

"I suggest you ask Remus, for his advice first, and then go and see Professor Snape. If all else fails I will teach you to use a pensive, I believe that there are a few thoughts that are causing you lack of sleep?"

"Yes, it isn't just Sirius..."

"Okay, now Harry I want to see you later, alone."

"Yes sir." Harry turned around to see Faith stood a little distance away, and was humming a song. "You coming?"

"No, I just want to ask Professor Dumbledore something."

"I'll meet you in mine and Ron's room."

After dinner that day, Harry slowly made is way up to Dumbledore's room, feeling as though he was in trouble. He knocked on the door, and entered. "You asked to see me, sir?"

"Yes Harry, I wanted to ask you a few questions."

"Right," he replied uncertainly.

"Have you told anyone about the prophecy?"

"No."

"Are you going to, anytime soon?"

"No."

Dumbledore sighed. "Harry, I think that it would be good to tell someone about it. I know that you would have told Sirius about it, without hesitation. So, I want you to tell Remus about it, tonight."

"Why? Why should I tell anyone?"

"Because, its content is something that needs to discussed, it is something that I know you feel you cannot tell Ron or Hermione, for fear of being treated differently. I want you to tell Remus, because he is the closest you have to parent, and he will understand. Remember, he has things that he would rather no one know about."

"Like what?"

"He is treated differently, discriminated because he is a werewolf."

"Oh," was all Harry could reply with. Now he thought about it, Moony was the obvious person to tell. "Professor, I will tell him, but not tonight."

"Make sure you do, Harry. You have to tell me when you have talked to him, it is important for him to know the whole story, and I do not want to tell him before you do."

"Yes, sir, now can I go?"

"You may, but remember what I have said."

Nothing else memorable happened that night, other than Ron growing bright red, when it was time to say goodnight to the girls, as he contemplated kissing Hermione on the cheek, only when Harry walked in to the room, muttering night to the girls, did he decide not to; It was clear that Harry was preoccupied.

"What's up, Harry?"

"Nothing, go to sleep."

Ron decided not to press the matter, and fell asleep immediately. Harry, on the other hand, lay awake most of the night trying to decide when to tell Lupin.

The next day, a lot of questions were asked. Mainly about Faith. Everyone that was in the house on that day, now knew that Selina had got her nickname, because of a Muggle TV show (Buffy the Vampire Slayer.) Apparently, when she was in Muggle primary school, some older boy picked on her for wearing black and red, and she wasn't happy about this, so she fought with him. "My so-called friend though this was highly amusing and said I was just like Faith out of the TV show. The name stuck. Anyway, why would I want to be called Selina. 'Faith' just seems to fit better, you know with...me."

They also found out in what way she was related to Sirius: "My dad was called Nathaniel Black, son of Alphard Black" (who Harry remembered was the uncle that left Sirius 'a decent bit of gold.') "He talked to Uncle Sirius last year, and asked for help with me, when he... died."

Fred and George were also questioned a lot, due to the fact they were in the Order, and would know more, and would probably tell them. Harry asked about their 'First proper mission' and they answered:

"Mum did not want us to do anything yet, and so we asked Dumbledore, and he said it was up to her and Dad."

"You see, we wanted to come and pick you up, but she wouldn't let us,"

"So, she said, if anything went wrong"

("She was sure it wouldn't")

"then we'd go to help out"

"And it did, so that was are first mission. And for the record, we were the only two, other than Lupin, to not get injured."

That night Harry and Ron, were saved the decision of whether to kiss the girls, as they did it for them. Both of the boys went to bed

with satisfied smiles. The girls, on the other hand, stayed up late, talking.

"No wonder, he was embarrassed when Harry saw him, he said that he was sat upright, with a totally disbelieving look on his face!" said Faith, after a few deep breaths, to suppress the giggles that were rising, again.

Response to Reviews:

Pink Pixie Dust:

I thought it was sweet too. Oh, and if there are errors, then I will (one day) change them. Thanks for pointing it out to me!

Sirius Black Himself

You realize you reviewed twice? Yeah, I had a lot of trouble giving the Marauders an age... But I realized that it was important. There should be a lot more about the Marauders in their next few chapters... So keep reading.

Winky

I thought the story needed a good opening... so that was it. I also wondered why that had never happened in the books.

Dobby's #1 Fan

I based Faith on myself... so it seems we are alike! ï