Harry Potter goes to Hogwarts and risks his neck for the sixth time
Summary: doesn't the title say it all? Harry goes back to Hogwarts and risks his neck again! And on the way he meets the new DADA teacher and her daughter Mala who share an interesting secret.
Spoilers: OoTP spoilers and if you haven't read OoTP this will probably make no sense to you and WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, and that was a run-on sentence.
Disclaimer: oh yeah, I own all of the characters in this story. Hey, you don't I own you?
Ron: er...
Harry: well...
Me: I'm the author. I could make you fall off a cliff. Or...something more interesting. (contemplates) Ron, how would you like to snog Pansy Parkinson?
Ron: please no! anything but that! Okay, I surrender! You own all of us! Especially Snape!
Harry: No she doesn't. I am my own person.
Me: Harry I think I'll make you and Ginny switch bodies. That always goes over well.
Harry: God, no. I surrender!
Hermione: wimps! I am far stronger! I will not give in!
Me: hmmmmm... do you think failing all your O.W.L.s is bad enough?
Hermione: I will not give in. you will never own me.
Me: just remind yourself that I am the author.
Hermy: and I am the one with the wand! I could blow your precious computer to pieces!
Me: but you won't. cause I'm the auth- HERMIONE THAT WAS MY HISTORY BOOK!
Hermione: was being the key word
Me: okay, okay. J.K. Rowling owns everybody except Draco.
Hermione: that's okay. You can have him.
Malfoy: No! why me?
Me: because you're so incredibly hot. Now I think I'll put you...ah, how handy a secret room behind the bookshelf. And if your lucky, you might even be able to breathe. Isn't that nice?
Malfoy: NO! GET ME OUT OF HERE! MY FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS! YOU CAN'T...
A/N: it's okay, I never liked history anyway. and now that I've wasted a page(in small font, mind) on a stupid disclaimer shall I start the story? Be warned, the first chapter will be very short and probably boring. Oh and btw I'm just gonna assume we know certain things instead of taking the time to explain it all.
Chapter 1: Professor SielstinPrivet Drive was full of activity. The hosepipe ban that had been in effect for nearly a year, due to drought had just been lifted and the inhabitants of Privet Drive were outside beginning to repair their parched, brown lawns and wilting gardens. Children played outside under hoses or with water guns and water ballons.
There was one boy, however who didn't care at all about the hosepipe ban. In fact, he didn't care about much of anything at the moment. He was Harry Potter and he was a wizard home for the summer from his "freak school" as his Uncle Vernon liked to call it.
His appearance was most unusual. He had lost interest in eating and while he had always been on the scrawny side he was now skinnier then he had ever been. His clothes were all old clothes of his cousin Dudley which had always been an annoyance to him, but now he didn't care and his clothes were rattier than ever, although he hadn't left the house since he's gotten home from school. These things, together with the unusual scar on his forehead and his hair which hadn't been combed in weeks gave him an odd look. Then there were his eyes which were just...blank. For a month he had sat on his bed and stared out the window feeling numb. He hadn't touched a book since the end of term. Ever since that thing that had happened at the end of the year-and what he had found out afterward he had no interest in anything. He had gotten letters from his friends and certain members of the order but he had barely glanced at them, just writing quick, short, replies so they knew he was okay.
Petunia Dursley, Harry's aunt suddenly appeared in his door. "You all right Harry?" she asked. On the whole she had been quite civil to Harry for the last summer. Harry looked up but didn't respond. "Your uncle, Dudley and I are going on vacation." She said.
"Fine." said Harry dully. The Dursley's vacation plans were the last things he cared about.
"You could of course come with us, but some of your wizard friends have requested that you go to stay with them." Aunt Petunia told him. Harry registered dimly that she didn't even flinch at the word "wizard"
"right." He said disinterestedly. He figured they'd be going to the headquarters of the order and although he wasn't keen on seeing Sirius's house, other than that it didn't make much difference to him whether he was at Number 4 Privet Drive or 12 Grimmauld Place.
"They're downstairs now. You need to pack your things and go downstairs." Aunt Petunia said.
"Great." said Harry, emotionlessly. He threw a few things in his trunk, then grabbed his wand and headed downstairs lugging his trunk behind him. He knew he didn't have everything he needed but he didn't care.
Waiting for him in the living room were Mad-eye Moody, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Albus Dumbledore. "Hi, Harry" Tonks, whose hair was the same red as Ginny's that day, said eagerly. He saw her eyes widen when she first caught a glimpse of him but she didn't say anything
"Ah Harry," said Dumbledore. "If you're ready we'll be going."
Assuming Dumbledore meant to 12 Grimmauld Place Harry said, "er...how are we getting there?"
"By portkey," Moody growled.
Tonks winked. "Now that we're back on Fudge's good side it was no problem to get clearance for a portkey."
"right." said Dumbledore. "most of us will be apparating- just Tonks will be taking the Portkey with you in case you go astray. You can use" Dumbledore looked around, "oh your trunk, will do." He tapped Harry's trunk with his wand and muttered "portus"
Harry and Tonks both touched the portkey and Harry felt the familiar jerk behind his navel and the next moment they were spinning through the air.
They landed with a thud at the edge of a small field. A second later there were a few small pops and Lupin, Moody, Kingsley, and Dumbledore were standing next to them. Harry looked around, confused. "but this isn't...we're not...why..."
"The new headquarters of the Order are in this field, Harry." said Dumbledore in an undertone.
Harry stared at the field and suddenly an enormous mansion appeared. It looked old, but oddly enough it was in perfect condition. The field expanded to surround the house. Harry recognized the spell as the one that had been on the old headquarters, but he was still confused. "What happened to Sirius's house?" he asked.
Dumbledore looked very sad all of a sudden. "Let's get inside, and then I'll explain." He said. He walked over to the huge double doors and opened them. Harry and all the others followed him inside.
Inside was a long, brightly lit corridor. Harry could just make out a elegant marble staircase at the end of the corridor and there were several doors on each side.
Dumbledore showed him into a small room with several armchairs and a magical fire crackling merrily in the grate, though it was midsummer. Lupin followed too, though Kingsley, Tonks, and Moody didn't. When they were all comfortably seated, Dumbledore spoke, still sounding very sad. "Harry, Sirius didn't have a will."
"D-didn't have a will?" Harry asked. "What does that mean exactly?"
This time Lupin spoke, sounding disgusted. "It means everything he owned goes to Narcissa Malfoy, his closest living relative, that's what it means. His house, his money, everything."
It dawned on Harry, "his house- but why couldn't you still use it? I mean you've got the spell on it and who cares?''
"Spells like that don't work without the consent of the owner of the house, Harry. And we wouldn't be likely to get Narcissa's consent, would we?"
"oh...right." said Harry. "but why- why's this house so big? I mean it must've been hard to build, wasn't it?
"Not really," said Lupin dismissively. "something like this would be simple for highly trained wizards. Which we've got plenty of."
" This house is eight stories tall." Said Dumbledore. " only one floor is used for headquarters. Four of the other floors are used to house refugees, families who might not be safe out of it, order members who would rather stay here for convenience, and-" Lupin and Dumbledore exchanged glances.
" what?" asked Harry annoyed. "whatever it is I can take it!"
Lupin sighed. "the attacks are starting up again, Harry." he said gently. "there's several orphans-children whose parents were killed in dementor attacks"
"oh." said Harry, stunned. He should have expected this but for some reason he hadn't. This bit of news began to cut through the shield he had had around himself for the past month that had kept him from feeling anything.
" you'll meet them, of course, but you need to understand how hard this is for them, and that they may be unable to talk about it, or about anything." said Lupin.
" Of course he understands." Said Dumbledore sounding sharp, which was unusual for him.
"yeah," said Harry defensively, "how d'you think I feel right now?"
"Oh!" Lupin looked embarrassed "of course Harry, I'm sorry I forgot. I-"
He was caught off when the door opened and a blond-haired woman peeked her head in. "Dumbledore?" she said. "Molly's looking for you two. She says dinner's ready, if you're staying," then she spotted Harry. "Harry Potter?" she asked sounding incredulous-and there was something else in her voice that Harry couldn't quite pick out.
" Harry, this is your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Sielstin." said Dumbledore. "and this is her daughter Mala." He indicated a stunning, darkhaired girl of about eighteen, who had just come in.
When Harry looked at her he got a shock. Her eyes were the same startling green as his own. Then he gasped. When he looked into her eyes his scar burned.
A/N Well how'd you like it? please review and the next chapter will be up soon.
