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Chapter 10 - July 20th - Day Eighteen
Another Day
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Last Chapter:
Those two weeks were fairly calm and normal. Harry and Snape kept their truce and Harry continued to learn more things. However, the next week would be a week of change and the end of the old Ministry of Magic.
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Harry slowly opened his eyes as the sun peeped through the window in his room. He stretched and put on his glasses. He made a mental note that the glasses had to be readjusted again because the prescription was too strong. He picked his wand up and summoned some clean clothes from the wardrobe. As soon as he found out that he could do magic here without being caught, he had shrunk all of Dudley's old hand-me-downs so that they fit him. As soon as he went to Diagon Alley though, he was definitely buying some new clothes.
Harry got out of the comfortable bed and changed out of his pajamas. As he put a robe on over his muggle clothes, he pondered about how long his truce with Snape would last. They had gotten along pretty well so far, all things considered.
Harry went downstairs for breakfast and was surprised to see Snape not sitting at the other end of the table. He looked at a clock hanging on the wall and saw that it was just 7:30. Harry decided to go ahead and sit down and wait for Breakfast to begin. He summoned a book that he was reading from his rooms and began to read. He was so engrossed with the book that he failed to notice Snape enter the room until he felt a hand on his shoulder.
He jumped and turned around with his wand out before he realized that it was only Snape. He relaxed a bit and waited for Snape to say something.
"You were ready with an attack." said Snape, "Good, but you need to be aware of your surroundings so that you aren't surprised at all. You need to learn how to know when someone enters a room, so that they won't surprise you. After all, a surprise attack could get you killed."
Snape then went to his chair and they ate breakfast in silence.
Just as Harry and Snape were both about to get up, a sheet of parchment appeared in front of them with a loud 'ping'. Harry looked at Snape and saw that he was already reading the piece of parchment. Reassured that it was safe, Harry read the piece of parchment that was in front of him.
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Ministry of Magic Voting Ballot
Fill in who you wish to take the position of Minister of Magic
* Arthur Weasley
* Arnold Peasegood
After choosing, tap this parchment with your wand once to cast your vote.
~
Harry was very startled by what the Parchment said. He couldn't be old enough to vote, could he? He looked up and saw Snape looking at him.
"I'm old enough to vote?" he asked.
Snape smirked and said, "The voting age in the Wizarding World is however old you are when you take and finish your OWLs."
"Oh," said Harry, "That's something I had no idea about."
"From what I've gathered, there are a lot of things in this world that you are unaware of." said Snape.
Harry was about to retort when Snape added,
"Now vote, you can come up with a so-called witty comeback later."
Grumbling, Harry picked up the quill that had magically appeared and filled in the bubble next to Arthur Weasley's name. He then tapped the ballot with his wand and it disappeared along with the quill.
Harry hoped that Mr. Weasley would get the position. He couldn't think of a family who deserved a bit of power more. Also, Mr. Weasley would probably handle the crisis of Voldemort very well. At least he wouldn't make a mess out of things like Fudge did.
Snape then stood up and with a twirl of his robes, he walked out. Harry continued to sit, while thinking about what to do for the rest of the morning, when Snape walked back in. He placed a book on the table in front of Harry and stalked back out. Harry looked at the book and read the title, 'Customs of a Proper Wizard: Conducting Yourself as Such'.
With a small snort of laughter, Harry picked up the book and started to read as he walked back to his bedroom.
***
A short, balding man with watery eyes waited outside an iron door. He was very twitchy and seemed very anxious. An odd thing about him though was his one silver hand. It appeared to be made out of metal, except that it moved. He was wringing his hands and jumped when the door opened. A voice called out from inside,
"Wormtail, come in here."
The voice was chilling and cold. The man called Wormtail went in the chamber. At the end of the chamber was a figure sitting on a black throne made out of stone. The man, if you could even call the figure a man, stood up. His sinister robes flowed around him. The creature was tall and thin with a white face that was like a snake's and his eyes were a scarlet red, like newly shed blood.
"Tell me why I was thwarted again by Harry Potter!" he hissed angrily.
"Well Wormtail, tell me why I was stopped by a mere 15 year old boy and an old man!"
"I don't know my Lord." whimpered Wormtail a.k.a. Peter Pettigrew as he groveled at the Dark Lord's feet.
"You don't know." mocked Voldemort, "You don't know!"
Voldemort's eyes seemed to glow as he sneered, "Why don't you know?"
"My-my Lord, please," begged Wormtail.
"This is getting pathetic," said Voldemort as he raised his wand, "Crucio!"
Wormtail screamed and shrieked in pain before Voldemort ended the spell.
"I want you to find a way to free my true followers who are in Azkaban." he said evilly. "You will take Bellatrix with you. She can at least get a job done correctly."
"Yes my Lord." said Wormtail kissing Voldemort's hem. "Thank you my Lord."
"Get out of my sight now before I decide to kill you." said Voldemort sitting back down on his throne.
Wormtail bowed before scampering out of the dark room as fast as he could.
"I'll get you Potter." hissed Voldemort, "I'll find you and kill you if it's the last thing I do. Even if you have found away to block my Legilimency ability, I'll find out where you are and I'll make you pay for all the humiliation that you have put me and my followers through."
A sound of clapping echoed the dark chamber.
"Wonderful speech, I can tell it's very true to your style. What a shame no one but little old me was here to hear it." said a female voice. "Well, your snake also, but considering you didn't speak in Parselmouth, your snake doesn't really count."
Nagini, who was asleep in a corner of the chamber before, woke up and slithered to Voldemort's feet, ready to strike if need be.
"Who are you?" asked Voldemort, "How did you get in here?"
"Oh, I have my ways of getting into places." replied the voice.
"Where are you?" demanded Voldemort, "Show yourself!"
"Well, since you asked so nicely." said the voice sarcastically.
A woman appeared in front of Voldemort. She was wearing dark scarlet robes that matched her short, spiky red hair. Her bright red boots echoed noise on the floor as she walked closer to Voldemort, her violet eyes portraying a spark of mischief in them.
"Who are you?" said Voldemort.
"Why should I tell you?" said the woman.
"If you don't tell me, I'll kill you." said Voldemort, his eyes narrowing.
"Well, that's quite the threat. It's a shame you can't fulfill it." said the woman laughing.
Voldemort's eyes flashed in anger as he yelled, "Avada Kadavera!"
However, the green spell hit the door as it's target disappeared. Voldemort looked around to see where the woman went, when a voice behind him said,
"Looking for me?"
Voldemort turned around to see the woman leaning over his throne with a smirk on her face. Suddenly one of the pockets in her robe vibrated. She reached into the pocket and pulled out what looked to be a compact. However, it was glowing baby blue.
"Sorry, our meeting must be cut short. Wonderful meeting you!" said the woman as she suddenly just disappeared.
Voldemort growled in frustration. He really needed better wards in his chambers.
***
Ron Weasley sat outside of the Burrow watching Fred and George hex each other. Dumbledore had place strong wards on the house before Ron had returned from Hogwarts. Percy still had not contacted any of the family and Ron frankly didn't really care. Ginny was upstairs writing to Dean Thomas, her boyfriend. Ron growled, why couldn't Ginny just stay a kid and never date. Ginny had been locked up in her room a great deal lately though. Ron mentally shook his head, girls were weird.
It had been a while since Ron had heard from Harry, but Dumbledore has assured the Weasleys that Harry was fine and was just very busy. Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes was raking in the money. Fred and George had started looking for flats in London so that they could be near the shop. There was an apartment above the shop, but an old wizard lived there and Fred and George didn't have the heart to ask him to move or to kick him out.
When Mrs. Weasley learned that the twins were planning to move, she burst out in tears. It took a while to calm her down, but now she was trying to teach the twins household abilities that she claimed they would need to learn. When she wasn't listening, Fred had whispered to Ron that they planned on visiting a lot so that they wouldn't need to learn how to clean clothes or cook a meal.
Mr. Weasley had been putting in long hours at the Ministry of Magic ever since Dumbledore had convinced him to run for Minister of Magic. Ron had barely seen him in two weeks. Although it would be cool if he won.
"Hey Ron! Where are you?" called out Hermione's voice.
Hermione was staying at the Burrow in order to keep her safe from Voldemort. Her parents had been moved to a safe location to prevent attacks on them.
"I'm out here." replied Ron.
Hermione walked out and saw Fred and George hexing each other.
"I swear, those two are going to get someone killed with their irresponsible actions. I don't know why I thought that they would gain some responsibility when they left Hogwarts."
"I don't see anything wrong with how they act." said Ron.
"You wouldn't." said Hermione, rolling her eyes.
"What do you mean?" asked Ron.
"Never mind," said Hermione, "You wouldn't understand. I'm going to go and read."
"That's a surprise." muttered Ron sarcastically.
"What was that!" said Hermione, glaring at Ron.
"Nothing!" said Ron innocently.
Hermione huffed and walked back inside. She would never understand males.
Ron continued to watch as Fred jumped around trying to get rid of the wings that had sprouted on his back.
***
Harry had finished the book that Snape had gave him and he decided to go flying around on his Firebolt. It had been a long time since he had been up in the air and he hoped that he wasn't too rusty.
He went out to the back yard and mounted his broom. He kicked off and felt the wonderful sensation of flying. He did a few practice loops before flying over and around the lake. Harry truly felt at home in the sky. He continued to fly around on his broom, doing tricks before he noticed a black figure approaching him on a broom.
He was startled when realized who the black figure was. Sure Snape had refereed a Quiddich match during Harry's first year, but it was still a little odd to see Snape flying on a broom.
"What are you doing up here?" asked Harry.
"I'm up here to make sure you don't do anything stupid to kill yourself." replied Snape, "With those stunts you were pulling, I'm surprise you are still alive."
"I know what I'm doing." replied Harry before he flew past Snape. Harry leaned forward, fully intending to see exactly how fast he could get his prized broom to go. He continued flying for a while before deciding to land.
Snape was standing near the door waiting for him.
"It is too dangerous to pull stunts like those with no one watching you to save your rear end." he sneered, "I am going to keep your broom until the start of school. If you wish to fly, you may ask me and I will accompany you. However, you will not be flying by yourself. Do you understand?"
Harry stared at him with his mouth open like a fish. Snape took the Firebolt out of Harry's hand and went inside. Harry was about to protest until Snape silenced him with a look. Harry scowled and decided to take a walk around the lake to calm his nerves and to curse Snape for taking his Firebolt away.
~End Chapter 10~
A/N: Yay! I have written 10 chapters! I'm very proud of myself. I am so grateful for all the people who have read my story and those who have written reviews of support. Thank you so much! *Gives everyone a party hat and a piece of chocolate cake.*
I'm very tired right now, so I'm not going to reply to everyone's reviews, but I do wish to thank everyone who has reviewed! After all, you are the ones who keep this story going!
|~Lilyanphino~|
Chapter 10 - July 20th - Day Eighteen
Another Day
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Last Chapter:
Those two weeks were fairly calm and normal. Harry and Snape kept their truce and Harry continued to learn more things. However, the next week would be a week of change and the end of the old Ministry of Magic.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry slowly opened his eyes as the sun peeped through the window in his room. He stretched and put on his glasses. He made a mental note that the glasses had to be readjusted again because the prescription was too strong. He picked his wand up and summoned some clean clothes from the wardrobe. As soon as he found out that he could do magic here without being caught, he had shrunk all of Dudley's old hand-me-downs so that they fit him. As soon as he went to Diagon Alley though, he was definitely buying some new clothes.
Harry got out of the comfortable bed and changed out of his pajamas. As he put a robe on over his muggle clothes, he pondered about how long his truce with Snape would last. They had gotten along pretty well so far, all things considered.
Harry went downstairs for breakfast and was surprised to see Snape not sitting at the other end of the table. He looked at a clock hanging on the wall and saw that it was just 7:30. Harry decided to go ahead and sit down and wait for Breakfast to begin. He summoned a book that he was reading from his rooms and began to read. He was so engrossed with the book that he failed to notice Snape enter the room until he felt a hand on his shoulder.
He jumped and turned around with his wand out before he realized that it was only Snape. He relaxed a bit and waited for Snape to say something.
"You were ready with an attack." said Snape, "Good, but you need to be aware of your surroundings so that you aren't surprised at all. You need to learn how to know when someone enters a room, so that they won't surprise you. After all, a surprise attack could get you killed."
Snape then went to his chair and they ate breakfast in silence.
Just as Harry and Snape were both about to get up, a sheet of parchment appeared in front of them with a loud 'ping'. Harry looked at Snape and saw that he was already reading the piece of parchment. Reassured that it was safe, Harry read the piece of parchment that was in front of him.
~
Ministry of Magic Voting Ballot
Fill in who you wish to take the position of Minister of Magic
* Arthur Weasley
* Arnold Peasegood
After choosing, tap this parchment with your wand once to cast your vote.
~
Harry was very startled by what the Parchment said. He couldn't be old enough to vote, could he? He looked up and saw Snape looking at him.
"I'm old enough to vote?" he asked.
Snape smirked and said, "The voting age in the Wizarding World is however old you are when you take and finish your OWLs."
"Oh," said Harry, "That's something I had no idea about."
"From what I've gathered, there are a lot of things in this world that you are unaware of." said Snape.
Harry was about to retort when Snape added,
"Now vote, you can come up with a so-called witty comeback later."
Grumbling, Harry picked up the quill that had magically appeared and filled in the bubble next to Arthur Weasley's name. He then tapped the ballot with his wand and it disappeared along with the quill.
Harry hoped that Mr. Weasley would get the position. He couldn't think of a family who deserved a bit of power more. Also, Mr. Weasley would probably handle the crisis of Voldemort very well. At least he wouldn't make a mess out of things like Fudge did.
Snape then stood up and with a twirl of his robes, he walked out. Harry continued to sit, while thinking about what to do for the rest of the morning, when Snape walked back in. He placed a book on the table in front of Harry and stalked back out. Harry looked at the book and read the title, 'Customs of a Proper Wizard: Conducting Yourself as Such'.
With a small snort of laughter, Harry picked up the book and started to read as he walked back to his bedroom.
***
A short, balding man with watery eyes waited outside an iron door. He was very twitchy and seemed very anxious. An odd thing about him though was his one silver hand. It appeared to be made out of metal, except that it moved. He was wringing his hands and jumped when the door opened. A voice called out from inside,
"Wormtail, come in here."
The voice was chilling and cold. The man called Wormtail went in the chamber. At the end of the chamber was a figure sitting on a black throne made out of stone. The man, if you could even call the figure a man, stood up. His sinister robes flowed around him. The creature was tall and thin with a white face that was like a snake's and his eyes were a scarlet red, like newly shed blood.
"Tell me why I was thwarted again by Harry Potter!" he hissed angrily.
"Well Wormtail, tell me why I was stopped by a mere 15 year old boy and an old man!"
"I don't know my Lord." whimpered Wormtail a.k.a. Peter Pettigrew as he groveled at the Dark Lord's feet.
"You don't know." mocked Voldemort, "You don't know!"
Voldemort's eyes seemed to glow as he sneered, "Why don't you know?"
"My-my Lord, please," begged Wormtail.
"This is getting pathetic," said Voldemort as he raised his wand, "Crucio!"
Wormtail screamed and shrieked in pain before Voldemort ended the spell.
"I want you to find a way to free my true followers who are in Azkaban." he said evilly. "You will take Bellatrix with you. She can at least get a job done correctly."
"Yes my Lord." said Wormtail kissing Voldemort's hem. "Thank you my Lord."
"Get out of my sight now before I decide to kill you." said Voldemort sitting back down on his throne.
Wormtail bowed before scampering out of the dark room as fast as he could.
"I'll get you Potter." hissed Voldemort, "I'll find you and kill you if it's the last thing I do. Even if you have found away to block my Legilimency ability, I'll find out where you are and I'll make you pay for all the humiliation that you have put me and my followers through."
A sound of clapping echoed the dark chamber.
"Wonderful speech, I can tell it's very true to your style. What a shame no one but little old me was here to hear it." said a female voice. "Well, your snake also, but considering you didn't speak in Parselmouth, your snake doesn't really count."
Nagini, who was asleep in a corner of the chamber before, woke up and slithered to Voldemort's feet, ready to strike if need be.
"Who are you?" asked Voldemort, "How did you get in here?"
"Oh, I have my ways of getting into places." replied the voice.
"Where are you?" demanded Voldemort, "Show yourself!"
"Well, since you asked so nicely." said the voice sarcastically.
A woman appeared in front of Voldemort. She was wearing dark scarlet robes that matched her short, spiky red hair. Her bright red boots echoed noise on the floor as she walked closer to Voldemort, her violet eyes portraying a spark of mischief in them.
"Who are you?" said Voldemort.
"Why should I tell you?" said the woman.
"If you don't tell me, I'll kill you." said Voldemort, his eyes narrowing.
"Well, that's quite the threat. It's a shame you can't fulfill it." said the woman laughing.
Voldemort's eyes flashed in anger as he yelled, "Avada Kadavera!"
However, the green spell hit the door as it's target disappeared. Voldemort looked around to see where the woman went, when a voice behind him said,
"Looking for me?"
Voldemort turned around to see the woman leaning over his throne with a smirk on her face. Suddenly one of the pockets in her robe vibrated. She reached into the pocket and pulled out what looked to be a compact. However, it was glowing baby blue.
"Sorry, our meeting must be cut short. Wonderful meeting you!" said the woman as she suddenly just disappeared.
Voldemort growled in frustration. He really needed better wards in his chambers.
***
Ron Weasley sat outside of the Burrow watching Fred and George hex each other. Dumbledore had place strong wards on the house before Ron had returned from Hogwarts. Percy still had not contacted any of the family and Ron frankly didn't really care. Ginny was upstairs writing to Dean Thomas, her boyfriend. Ron growled, why couldn't Ginny just stay a kid and never date. Ginny had been locked up in her room a great deal lately though. Ron mentally shook his head, girls were weird.
It had been a while since Ron had heard from Harry, but Dumbledore has assured the Weasleys that Harry was fine and was just very busy. Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes was raking in the money. Fred and George had started looking for flats in London so that they could be near the shop. There was an apartment above the shop, but an old wizard lived there and Fred and George didn't have the heart to ask him to move or to kick him out.
When Mrs. Weasley learned that the twins were planning to move, she burst out in tears. It took a while to calm her down, but now she was trying to teach the twins household abilities that she claimed they would need to learn. When she wasn't listening, Fred had whispered to Ron that they planned on visiting a lot so that they wouldn't need to learn how to clean clothes or cook a meal.
Mr. Weasley had been putting in long hours at the Ministry of Magic ever since Dumbledore had convinced him to run for Minister of Magic. Ron had barely seen him in two weeks. Although it would be cool if he won.
"Hey Ron! Where are you?" called out Hermione's voice.
Hermione was staying at the Burrow in order to keep her safe from Voldemort. Her parents had been moved to a safe location to prevent attacks on them.
"I'm out here." replied Ron.
Hermione walked out and saw Fred and George hexing each other.
"I swear, those two are going to get someone killed with their irresponsible actions. I don't know why I thought that they would gain some responsibility when they left Hogwarts."
"I don't see anything wrong with how they act." said Ron.
"You wouldn't." said Hermione, rolling her eyes.
"What do you mean?" asked Ron.
"Never mind," said Hermione, "You wouldn't understand. I'm going to go and read."
"That's a surprise." muttered Ron sarcastically.
"What was that!" said Hermione, glaring at Ron.
"Nothing!" said Ron innocently.
Hermione huffed and walked back inside. She would never understand males.
Ron continued to watch as Fred jumped around trying to get rid of the wings that had sprouted on his back.
***
Harry had finished the book that Snape had gave him and he decided to go flying around on his Firebolt. It had been a long time since he had been up in the air and he hoped that he wasn't too rusty.
He went out to the back yard and mounted his broom. He kicked off and felt the wonderful sensation of flying. He did a few practice loops before flying over and around the lake. Harry truly felt at home in the sky. He continued to fly around on his broom, doing tricks before he noticed a black figure approaching him on a broom.
He was startled when realized who the black figure was. Sure Snape had refereed a Quiddich match during Harry's first year, but it was still a little odd to see Snape flying on a broom.
"What are you doing up here?" asked Harry.
"I'm up here to make sure you don't do anything stupid to kill yourself." replied Snape, "With those stunts you were pulling, I'm surprise you are still alive."
"I know what I'm doing." replied Harry before he flew past Snape. Harry leaned forward, fully intending to see exactly how fast he could get his prized broom to go. He continued flying for a while before deciding to land.
Snape was standing near the door waiting for him.
"It is too dangerous to pull stunts like those with no one watching you to save your rear end." he sneered, "I am going to keep your broom until the start of school. If you wish to fly, you may ask me and I will accompany you. However, you will not be flying by yourself. Do you understand?"
Harry stared at him with his mouth open like a fish. Snape took the Firebolt out of Harry's hand and went inside. Harry was about to protest until Snape silenced him with a look. Harry scowled and decided to take a walk around the lake to calm his nerves and to curse Snape for taking his Firebolt away.
~End Chapter 10~
A/N: Yay! I have written 10 chapters! I'm very proud of myself. I am so grateful for all the people who have read my story and those who have written reviews of support. Thank you so much! *Gives everyone a party hat and a piece of chocolate cake.*
I'm very tired right now, so I'm not going to reply to everyone's reviews, but I do wish to thank everyone who has reviewed! After all, you are the ones who keep this story going!
|~Lilyanphino~|