Three days after his birthday, Harry woke up with his head feeling as though it would explode with in minutes. But it didn't, thankfully. Harry kneaded his forehead with his knuckles for a few minutes and the pain started to subside. But Harry wasn't convinced that it would just go away. When his scar hurt, he felt an emotion not his. It was happy. Voldemort was happy about something. That didn't make Harry feel very safe at all. However, he didn't know if he should notify the Order or not. What would I say? He thought to himself. My scar hurt this morning, it's fine now though. Voldemort's happy by the way. No, that would be too childish. It would make him sound weak. No, he just wouldn't tell them.
It was only 6:30. He got up and got dressed with in five minutes. Then he headed down to breakfast. Today it was two pieces of toast for Harry. He didn't mind, though, as he wasn't hungry. He did feel exhausted for some reason though. He supposed it was from his scar.
Then Harry heard a knock on the door. He went to open it. Standing on the other side was Petunia. She gave him a piece of paper with a list of chores for the day. Then she went down the stairs.
Move the delphinium plants to the left side of the garden
Dig a meter deep hole in the right side of the garden (in the shape on the layout)
Set the lining in the hole and put rocks on it to hold it down
Clean the dishes
It was rather short, but it would take him until at least three o'clock, no doubt. The Dursley's had been talking about making a small pond in the front yard. Harry knew then that they meant Harry make the pond and take care of it for the summer. Harry shrugged it off. He'd have something to do and keep his mind off Sirius. Harry flipped the list over to find a quick sketch of the layout of the front yard. It should look pretty nice, Harry thought.
Harry headed downstairs to do the dishes first, which only took a half hour. That wasn't long, considering all of the plates Dudley had used since the day before. Then he headed outside.
Along the side of the house he found two types of shovels, a meter stick, a soil tiller and a load of rocks and a few other things useful when constructing a pond. Harry took in a breath of the crisp air from the morning, as it was just coming on nine o'clock, and then he picked up the pointed shovel and went to the patch of delphinium on the right side of the garden. Harry looked to the left and saw that there was an empty place on the left side of the garden, and then looked at the layout. That's where the plants would go. Though, he noticed not all of them. A few would stay so they would be around the pond.
Harry moved most of the delphinium and then went back to the side of the house. From there, he looked at the garden. Not bad, for all that he had done. It had certainly improved the look of it. Harry looked at the layout again. Now he needed to dig the pond. It was an odd shape, like a peanut. It was a meter wide and two meters long from the furthest points on the outside. He headed over to dig the pond.
It was nearly noon by the time he had dug out the shape of the pond. Harry was rather surprised at how accurate it was to the measurements: only a centimeter or two larger on each side. He nodded and grabbed the lining. He had to put that in the bottom and then put rocks on the edges. The lining was set and there were a few rocks here and there before Petunia came out with a sandwich and a glass of lemonade.
When she gave him the sandwich and drink, she said, "Here's lunch. Vernon, Dudley and I are all going to the fair tonight. You can come along as well if you finish in time. We're leaving at three." She said it all in a forced manner. Harry knew she only offered so they wouldn't get in trouble with the Order.
Harry thanked her for the sandwich just before she went back into the house. It was just then that Harry realized that it was getting quite hot out. Harry took a sip of the sour lemonade and then went back to work.
He finished putting all the rocks on the edge of the pond at two o'clock. Harry was done for the day. He nodded, looking at his work with satisfaction.
He headed to the air-conditioned house. "Aunt Petunia," Harry said, spotting her in the kitchen rubbing down the counter tops. "I've finished my chores."
A confused look passed through his aunt's face momentarily. She recovered quickly. "Then I suppose you can come then," she said stiffly. "We're leaving at three o'clock sharp."
Harry nodded and made his way up to his bedroom. Did he even want to go? Probably not. He had his reputation of attending St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys and he didn't want to go to a public gathering where they would all probably vote him out of the town for being dangerous to the citizens' well-fare, if they even could do that. Maybe he would. He probably wouldn't be teased with a reputation such as his. Heck, no one would want to talk to a delinquent like him! But, he supposed he needed something fun to do, so he decided he would go with the Dursely's to the fair.
Harry gathered some of his money he had converted from wizard to muggle currency a few days ago. He pocketed his wand and sat on the mattress against the wall. He still had a while to go before they left.
So Harry read a few chapters before looking at his watch. 2:55. He headed down the stairs and into the hall. His relatives were there, gathering a few things and making their way towards the door.
"He's not coming is he?" Dudley whispered hurriedly to his mother. Petunia gave a stiff nod and Dudley looked as if he were about to throw a temper tantrum.
"Everyone in the car," Vernon said, drawing Harry's attention from Dudley to Vernon in a matter of milliseconds. They all headed outside. The air was thick with humidity. They all got into the car. Harry shoved himself against the door so Dudley would be at least a few inches away from him. Then they were off.
They headed to London. It was a bit longer to get there than the other morning when Harry went to Diagon Alley, but it wasn't too bad. Then they reached the park in which the fair was hosted.
"We'll meet back at the car at 7:00," said Uncle Vernon. Dudley looked appalled.
"7:00! I thought we were going to spend enough time here so I could have fun? That's only," Dudley paused and started counting on his fingers.
"8:00 then," Uncle Vernon said, sparing Dudley the chance of a major headache from over work.
Dudley gave a slight nod of approval and then left the three next to the car, spotting his friend Piers Polkiss. "Hey Big D!" he heard Piers shout.
Harry gave a last glance to Vernon and Petunia, who looked absolutely revolting, beaming at her son and his friend. Then Harry ran towards the ticket counter.
"Twenty tickets," Harry said to the attendant. Harry gave him the right amount of money and then headed off towards the games. There were all kinds; each of them cost one ticket. So Harry started at the balloons and made his way all the way down to the floating plastic ducks. He won a lot of muggle candy, preferring them to stuffed animals. Harry still had a while to go after that. It was only six forty-five.
He went to the food stand and got a hotdog and a root beer (it reminded him vaguely of butterbeer). Then he went to sit by the stage area where there seemed to be a talent contest. Harry finished his hotdog and watched the show.
"And next up is Cindy with baton twirling!" shouted the announcer into the microphone, causing it to shriek and the audience to temporarily clap their hands over their ears. It was all Harry could do not to burst out laughing. He was getting so accustomed to the wizarding world that muggle objects, that used to be so fascinating, seemed to become so faulty.
Cindy came out onto the stage and did a two and a half minute presentation of baton twirling, thankfully, not dropping the batons that she lit on fire. Then everyone clapped. The girl blushed pink and walked off the stage.
"And next is," the announcer paused briefly, looking at the next person to come on the list. Then someone else that was managing the performances called out the name to the announcer. "Oh, right, Mr. Nott. With magic tricks." He quickly walked off the stage, muttering something about an unusual first name that couldn't be pronounced if he tried.
Nott… he was a Death Eater, if this was the same Nott. But why would he be here? There's only one reason, Harry thought, to torture muggles.
Harry was already a good fifteen meters away from the stage. But slowly, he got up and started to back away, looking behind him, then up at the stage, then behind him again. Harry looked around; Petunia and Vernon were in what looked to be the tenth row. They both had scowls on their faces. Then Harry looked back up to the stage. He saw Nott walk onto the stage with a table wheeled out for him by two rather large assistants. On it were the traditional performance props, a black hat, a few boxes and a ball, cards, a wand… Harry saw it, dark wood, inches away from his hand, ready to be used at a moment's notice.
Harry was twenty meters from the stage now. "My first trick requires the aid of a wand," Nott said, picking up the slender piece of wood on the table. Oh no, Harry thought, is he going to torture or kill first? "Is there anyone in the crowd that can take a bit of pain?" he asked with a sickening smile. Torture, Harry answered his own question.
Gordon, Dudley's friend, was one of the few to raise their hand. Harry saw next to him was a girl, supposedly his girlfriend, and a few other people, including Dudley. She looked at him adoringly. Harry saw her mouth move to form the words, "Go on, go up there. You can take a bit of pain right? You said you were strong…"
"You there, in the green shirt," called Nott. Sure enough, it was Gordon. Gordon went up to the stage with a smug look on his face. The two men that had carried out the table were standing at the back of the stage, each smirking, knowing the teenager's fate. "Now stand there. Very good. Now this might hurt," Nott said. Then he mumbled something that no one, not even Gordon, who was only two meters away from him, heard. But Harry knew what it was he said. It was an Unforgivable Curse; the Pain Curse; the Torture Curse; the Cruciatus Curse; Crucio. Instantly, the boy that was hit started twitching, not daring to show an audience that he was in pain. The crowd gasped at the sight. Then Gordon started to yell, the pain getting to be too much. With in a few seconds, Nott took the curse off him and he slumped to the floor. Then he pointed his wand at the crowd. He pointed it to the back left corner of muggles. "Crucio!" he yelled. The two in back of him yelled out the same spell, pointing their wands to people in the crowd.
Harry turned tail and ran. He ran as fast as he could. He needed to notify someone, somehow. The Order or Mrs. Figg. Heck, even Mundungus! But he had no way. Harry stopped in his tracks and listened to the people screaming. Some of them had the idea to try getting away. Harry ran back, getting warnings from muggles running in the opposite direction.
"Don't go there!"
"Lunatics, I swear!"
"Someone call the police!"
"Did you see what he did to that kid?"
Harry went back to see that more Death Eaters had arrived. Some muggles were now unconscious, some levitating in the air, some hiding in bushes and behind booths and some were dead even. Harry sent a deflecting curse at one of the Death Eaters as they aimed for a small child. The Death Eater, surprised, looked in Harry's direction. The person had a hood on, but Harry could tell who it was. Bellatrix Lestrange.
Then the Order and a clan of Ministry Aurors arrived on the scene. But Bellatrix went unnoticed as she ran at full speed towards Harry. Harry sent a stunner spell at her and missed as he turned around and ran at the same time. He aimed another curse over his shoulder as he reached the Tilt-a-Whirl, hoping to avoid the Death Eater. He gave the man a ticket and was allowed on the ride. Bellatrix summoned a ticket from a little kid and gave it to the man as well. Then the ride started. Harry didn't know why the man started it so fast. He probably sensed trouble and hoped that this would throw the Death Eater off. Neither Harry nor Bellatrix got a seat. They were both on the outside of the cars, running behind them so that they wouldn't get hit with a curse. Luckily, he wasn't hit even once. He didn't think that Bellatrix was hit either. As soon as the ride started to slow, Harry hopped over the railing and got a head start to escape Bellatrix, but not by much.
Harry made his way back to the stage unscathed at an alarming pace. He saw out of the corner of his eye, Mr. Weasley going up against Crabbe and Goyle. Then he saw Bellatrix as he looked behind himself quickly. He ran up onto the stage and conjured a six-foot wall between himself and Bellatrix. Then he took the escape door off the stage and into the back of the lot. There were two Death Eaters hiding out.
"Look! There's Potter!" yelled one of them.
"Stupefy!" bellowed the other. Harry sent a body bind curse and hit one of them, then ducked behind an over grown shrub.
"Incendio!" shouted the Death Eater and the bush caught fire. Harry had to move before flames engulfed him as well. Then the back door to the stage was blasted open.
"Leave him to me!" Bellatrix shrieked. "Stupefy!" she yelled and knocked out the Death Eater. Harry was about to run when Bellatrix called out to him. "Oh, bitty baby Potter! My beloved cousin sends his love!" she shrieked.
"Reducto!" yelled Harry, pointing his wand somewhere over his shoulder. He wasn't using his wand though. He was using Wandless Magic the whole time. He just didn't want any of his enemies to know that, so he might have the element of surprise in the future.
"Argh!" cried a deep voice that Harry recognized as MacNair's. Harry took a quick look just in time to see MacNair fall to the ground and Bellatrix speed up in Harry's direction.
Just then, Bellatrix screamed. Harry turned around half way to see her sprawled out face down on the ground. Harry looked around hurriedly. Catching Dumbledore turn around to fight off a few Death Eaters that were troubling Tonks. Dumbledore had saved him yet again.
Harry looked to see if there was anything he could do. No one was on his tail any more and it seemed that no one knew he was there. He saw someone come up from behind Kingsley and attempt to put the Cruciatus Curse on him. Harry his that Death Eaters with a rather powerful Expelliarmus charm and then a Reductor curse. The Death Eater's wand flew to Harry's outstretched hand, the Death Eater fell backwards unconscious and Harry pocketed the thin piece of wood.
Then he saw the Dursley's out of the corner of his eye. They were looking for Dudley. Where was he? Harry hadn't seen him since Gordon went up on stage. Harry looked around quickly. There he was. Unsurprisingly, Harry found him next to a cotton candy stand, searching half-heartedly for his parents, not expecting to find them in the mess that was the battle.
Harry ran over to him. "Dud, your parents are over there," he pointed to the odd couple looking around frantically.
"Thanks Harry," he mumbled before walking quickly to his parents. The thanks caught Harry by surprise, but he decided to think about it later.
Then Harry saw it. There was a bright jet of light heading for the Headmaster. Harry shot the deflecting curse at it, hoping that it would be powerful enough to be effective. It was, thankfully. The two jets of light melded together and veered off, hitting a Death Eaters straight in the back and knocking him out cold. Harry summoned his wand and then the Death Eater's wand that had tried to curse Dumbledore. Then he stunned the Death Eater and pocketed the wand that had come to his hand.
Dumbledore turned around just as Harry knocked out the Death Eater. On his face was a look Harry hadn't seen before. It was like he was a bit scared, just a bit though. Dumbledore quickly searched for the person that had disarmed and stunned his attacker. He caught sight of Harry and winked at him. Then he rapidly turned to face his next opponent.
Then Harry's scar burst into pain he had felt few times before. Harry screwed up his face in pain for a moment and clutched his scar. Then he looked around. There were still a great amount of Death Eaters, Aurors and Order members fighting, but Harry clearly saw what he was looking for. Voldemort. Voldemort showed up in Little Whinging! He walked slowly, yet meaningfully towards Harry, who didn't know what else to do. He saw Voldemort curse an Order member in his path as he walked in Harry's direction.
"Harry!" Dumbledore called, a few meters away. Harry drew his attention away from Voldemort momentarily and looked at the Headmaster. Something was flying towards him. "Catch!" he said just as Harry caught the object, which was a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Harry had no time to question the Headmaster before he felt a familiar tug behind his naval and was caught in a whirlwind of color.
Then Harry was standing in the Headmaster's office.
How many times was Dumbledore going to save him before he died? Why did he have to keep saving him? Did he not think he could get by on his own for a moment? These thoughts plagued Harry's mind as a rush of anger surged through him.
The anger rushed out of Harry's body and in its absence was understanding. He probably couldn't keep meeting with Voldemort and live each time. He had to wait until he was ready, more trained, to have a battle with Voldemort. Sure, he'd met up with him many times and lived, but that was a lot of luck and it couldn't keep happening.
At least he was already learning more. The books he was reading were terribly enlightening and Harry was getting some of the concepts in potions better than he remembered.
Then Harry thoughts traveled to Little Whinging. What was happening? Harry's scar was still hurting, though it was definitely feeling better. It wasn't because of Voldemort's presence now that his scar was fiery. It was because he was angry. Probably because he didn't get to kill Harry.
"Ah…" Harry's thoughts were interrupted. "Mr. Potter. Where's Dumbledore? He had to leave in such a hurry…" Harry looked around. Then he saw who had talked to him. Phineas Nigellus.
"He is in Little Whinging with the Order. I thought you might be able to collect that, having another portrait in Grimmauld Place and all," Harry said in a slightly irritated voice.
"No. Dumbledore left, I went to investigate and no one was there. I assume they left before he did," Phineas said, leaning back on his chair.
"I wouldn't know," Harry said. "As you're aware, I'm sure, I am not staying at the Grimmauld place this summer."
"Yes, I am aware. What is Dumbledore doing in Little Whinging?" he asked.
"He is battling against Death Eaters. If they aren't doing that at the moment, I expect they're sorting things out with the Ministry," Harry said, sitting down on a chair in front of the Headmaster's desk.
"I would expect so. The Ministry is becoming aware of Voldemort now, though," said Phineas knowingly.
"Apparently. It was all over the Daily Prophet a while ago," Harry said. "Plus, they had Aurors there when I left."
"Yes, yes, they would do that," Phineas said nodding. Then there was a burst of emerald flames in the fireplace. Dumbledore stepped out a moment later. "All went well?" the man in the portrait asked the Headmaster.
"As well as we could expect, Phineas," Dumbledore replied tiredly. "Good evening, Harry," Dumbledore greeted him.
"Headmaster," Harry said, nodding once. His short greeting gave evidence of his curiosity of the events
"A few were killed," the old Headmaster began, slowly, still collecting his thoughts. He sat down before continuing. "Two Order members, you don't know them, six muggles, and three Death Eaters." Harry nodded, signaling for him to continue. "Five Order members are in St. Mungo's along with four Death Eaters. The Death Eaters will then go on trial and then, if the Ministry isn't completely blind," Dumbledore said a bit bitterly, "they will go to Azkaban. The one's in St. Mungo's will be fine after a few days. Three other Death Eaters were caught and await trial and a lifetime sentence in Azkaban. Voldemort fled a while after you left. He was quite angry, you know." Dumbledore put on a weary smile. "The rest of the Death Eaters disapperated shortly afterward. Anything else you would like to know?" he asked.
Harry thought for a moment, and then shook his head. "No, sir."
The Headmaster nodded understandingly. "You can leave your relatives' house anytime now. All you have to do is ask," he said.
"No, sir. I'd like to stay," Harry said. The Headmaster raised his eyebrows, but other than that, did not question Harry. He nodded.
"Just continue with the letters every three days," he said. Harry agreed. "I have a question before you leave." Harry nodded, telling him to go on. "The Ministry Aurors said there was no magical signature for you. I saw you do a few good spells with my own eyes," he said.
"I'm learning Wandless Magic," Harry said.
"Ah, yes. I figured you might be able to do that, considering things of the past…" he trailed off. "But I can't say I'm too surprised. You've shown that you would be capable of it."
"Oh," Harry said, taking a few wands out of his pocket. "These belong to few Death Eaters."
The old man took them and set them on his desk, nodding approvingly. Then he stood up and grabbed the bag of Bertie Bott's that Harry had placed back there when he arrived. "Portus," he said gently. The bag turned blue for a moment, then he gave it to Harry.
"Thank you, sir," Harry said. The Headmaster nodded. Before anything else was said, Harry felt the tug behind his navel and was sent back to his room at Number four Privet Drive, where he did Occlumency before going to bed.
The days passed for Harry at a normal rate: not too fast and not too slow. Sometimes, the day sped up though, when he was looking through his parents' things. He found his mother's diaries and father's journals to be rather rewarding. He learned things about his parents that he had never known and got a lot of pranking tips from his father. Though, he didn't want to act like his father and curse people in the corridors whenever he felt like it.
By this point in the summer, he was able to do a good portion of the spells he'd learned in school with Wandless Magic. Harry was quite pleased with himself that he could do them already. He reminded himself to be more patient when he didn't get it right the first few times.
Harry had also read all of the text books he would need during his sixth year once through, save Defense Against the Dark Arts. Defending Yourself Against the Dark Arts dealt a lot with dueling and Harry found it rather interesting. He read this book three times. Harry figured it would be good for the D.A., should they choose to continue. Though, given the book, he doubted it would be needed.
Another thing Harry did was practice sword fighting techniques. It was a fun sport, Harry found out. He used the swords in the third compartment of his mother's trunk. But that's all he got to do, as he had no opponent. Harry made a mental note to keep up the sword fighting once he got to school. Maybe he could teach Ron or Hermione, and then practice with them.
There were books on apparation that Harry had read, besides the one he had gotten in Diagon Alley at the start of the holidays. Harry found it to seem rather easy, and it probably wasn't far from the truth, considering how many of age and over wizards and witches actually use apparation every day (87%).
Harry had exchanged letters with Lupin since he left on his birthday. All of his held words of encouragement to get over Sirius's death and survive the muggles. It also held promises of a future visit. The last one Harry got had a date to go along with it: August 14th at 8:00 in the morning. The day before he came, Harry hadn't thoroughly cleared his mind and paid for it as well.
He was walking in a dark house. Despite the lack of light, Harry remembered this house. He knew what it was from the inside as well as the outside. It was the Riddle House; the house that belonged to the Riddle's before they died; the house that now belonged to Voldemort.
Harry slowed down his pace as he heard voices in the room ahead of him. He got to the door to find it closed. He wasn't going to try the door though, as he was already pushing his luck getting this close to the door. Harry stood still and listened to the sound on the other side of the door.
There was a soft, high-pitched voice. Harry knew it belonged to Voldemort. Try as he might, he couldn't hear anything until he heard a familiar curse. "Crucio!" Then someone screamed. It was a woman. Harry knew the person, as her scream was similar to her laugh. It was Bellatrix Lestrange. Oh how he hated the woman. And she was getting tortured. Harry felt himself smirk momentarily. Then he stopped. It was out of his character. He listened as the screams died down to whimpers.
"You have failed me," came the soft whisper of Voldemort. Harry was surprised he heard it. "You have all failed me. And I am disappointed, to say the least. We appeared on the Daily Prophet. I suppose you couldn't help that too much though, could you? What with the Ministry ordeal earlier this summer, they were bound to publish what they have."
Harry heard the murmured agreements of his Death Eaters. There seemed to be at least twenty with him. Then he caught footsteps. They were from inside of the room. And luckily, they were moving to the opposite side.
"Pettigrew, you still have your little part that we talked about," Harry managed to hear.
"Y-yes, Master," said Pettigrew, whose voice was much louder.
"Well, it seems our own Pettigrew had devised a sufficient plan. You are going to attack the Hogwarts Express. The ones that attack cannot be the ones that have students at that school. That would be like handing in your wands and heading to Azkaban: useless. There will be eight all together. Yes, you MacNair. And you, Wilson. Are you up to it, Lestrange? Good. Gretchen, Ploive, Forte, and Drenden. Yes, I'm positive I chose right, Ploive."
"Master, I'm not questioning you at all. But who is the eighth?" asked a woman Harry didn't know.
"Pettigrew, of course. He has a secret part to the operation, not even you, my most faithful, can know," said Voldemort. His most faithful, he had said. Half of them would turn themselves in pleading insanity if he were to disappear again. Harry almost laughed. Big mistake. Though he didn't make a sound, Voldemort sensed his emotion, and Harry knew it.
"Shh," Voldemort said forcefully, quieting the small murmurs that came from his Death Eaters. Then he said very quietly, "Someone's here."
Harry knew, for some reason, that Voldemort didn't know it was he. He did know, however, that Voldemort knew someone was there. He heard Voldemort walk stealthily across the room. He grasped the door handle, as the other side wobbled slightly as the other was held. Just as the door cracked open, Harry found himself in his bedroom, on an extremely thin mattress staring at the ceiling.
Harry sat bolt upright. That was very bad. He could control himself in the dream. He remembered smirking and then stopping because he figured it was out of his character. And it was he who willed himself to walk up to the door, but not open it, for fear of pressing his luck and being discovered. Was he really there? No, he couldn't be. He couldn't just apparate there and apparate back in sub-consciousness. Heck, he couldn't even apparate as far as he was concerned. Maybe he should write the Order to tell them. But what if the letter was intercepted? He couldn't send a letter. He would tell Lupin when he got here.
Harry got out of bed, finding he couldn't go back to sleep. He wandered over to his trunk and found a black t-shirt and jeans that he didn't have a problem with, save the fact that they were too loose. Then he remembered that he could use magic to reduce the size of the clothes. He waved his hand over his shirt on the bed and said quietly, "Reducio!" The shirt shrunk a considerable amount. Easily, he slipped it over his head and then looked in the mirror. Was he really that skinny? The shirt, which last time was four times too big, now stretched across his broad shoulders and then hung loose everywhere else. Harry figured it was much better than before.
As far as changes over the summer went, he looked nearly the same as before. Only now, he was about three inches taller. He had the same eyes, hidden by the same glasses, on the same face, as he had when he had left Hogwarts. Although it couldn't be seen, his arms were a bit firmer from swinging around a sword for hours each week.
Glancing at the clock, he found it was 5:53. Not bad, Harry thought to himself. Now he wouldn't have to wait long to get out of his room for breakfast. On second thought, thought Harry. He opened the fourth compartment of his father's trunk and climbed down. The kitchen. Harry made himself a few pieces of toast and bacon and sat down at the table. This was ingenious, as far as Harry was concerned. He didn't have to sit with those insufferable muggles for a half hour while they ate.
Harry climbed back up to find it was 6:10 and he had missed the part of the day where Vernon yells at his clock. Oh well, he sighed. Only two hours until he could tell Lupin about that dream. Harry walked over to where Hunter lay, at the end of the bed.
"Are you okay?" asked the snake sleepily.
"I'm fine. Just a bad dream," Harry said.
"No, not just a bad dream, I could tell," Hunter said knowingly.
"What are you on about?" Harry asked, eyeing the snake suspiciously.
"I could tell by the way you look for the last half hour you slept. I could tell by the way you acted when you woke. I'm just observant," said the snake carelessly. "So let's try again," he smirked. "Are you okay?"
"Just a little unnerved," Harry said, hoping the snake would take the answer. He did and nodded.
"Better. Just try to be honest," said Hunter.
"Right," said Harry. "Care for a piece of toast?" Harry asked.
"No," said the snake amused. "Remember, I eat mice."
"Yes, I remember," Harry said, smiling.
Petunia stood in the doorway. "Sorry, I knocked, but you didn't answer. What language were you speaking?" she asked, secretly hoping he wasn't talking to the snake, like he said he could a fortnight before.
"Parseltongue," Harry said, walking over and out of the room, closing the door behind his aunt. "It's snake languag." Petunia nodded.
"You can talk to snakes?" she asked. Harry could tell she was actually interested.
"Yes," he replied simply.
"Oh," was all she could say. They walked into the kitchen and Petunia started a small breakfast. Harry set the table for two and disappeared back upstairs to wait for Lupin. While he was waiting, he wrote a letter to Dumbledore. It explained his dream in much detail and told of his suspicions. He mentioned names and the fact that he could control what he did. He reread it and found it okay, so he picked up Defending Yourself Against the Dark Arts.
Time passed quickly until he heard Lupin come in the house from the front door. Instantly, Harry dropped his book and ran all the way to the front door. "I need to tell you something really important." Lupin nodded and went upstairs with him.
"What is it, Harry?" Moony asked in a forced calm voice.
"I had a dream last night. It was the first time this summer. Voldemort was in the Riddle House with his Death Eaters. They are planning to attack the Hogwarts Express. You need to tell Dumbledore. Here," Harry picked up the letter off the desk, "it's for Dumbledore. It explains everything. You need to go tell him now. Oh, don't worry about spending the day with me," Harry said. He had seen the emotion in Moony's eyes saying that he really didn't want to leave him after promising to meet him, but he would if it was an emergency.
"Okay," Lupin sighed. "I'll be here at seven o'clock September first. We can go over pictures and things before we leave for the station." Harry nodded in agreement. "Bye then."
"See you," Harry said, as Lupin went out of his room and then out of the house. Harry watched through the open window as Lupin took something out of his pocket and was throwing it in the air and catching it. Harry was confused. Why didn't he hurry? Then Lupin tossed the object up a final time as it flew behind the tall bushes at the end of the road. Lupin went to retrieve it. Only, he didn't come out of the bushes. Harry heard a faint pop and found that it was a tactic to disapparate without arising suspicion from muggles.
Harry sank onto his thin mattress. He was relieved to get that off of his shoulders. Staring at the wall, he wondered vaguely what precautions they would take to ensure the safety of the students. Would they let the Death Eaters come and place teachers and Order members around the station? Or would they somehow have the Death Eaters find out they knew of the attack plans? Snape could do that, tell them Dumbledore knows of the attack. Of course, then he's risking about five hours worth of Cruciatus. Not very nice.
Then Harry wondered what Voldemort thought on the matter. He knew Harry had been there. Harry doubted Voldemort was aware it was Harry though. Perhaps his Death Eaters were concerned about his sanity now, for he wasn't sure if they did before. He did know that everyone else in the wizarding world doubted his sanity though.
Harry chuckled to himself as he walked over to his trunk. He spent the morning fixing the rest of his clothes so they would fit him.
September first came around quickly. He woke up to the sound of Hedwig adjusting herself in her cage to a more comfortable position. Harry looked at the clock. It was already 6:30! Lupin was going to be here in an hour! Harry scrambled from his bed, mumbling about how unfair it is that Hunter got to sleep in as he gathered his clothes and left for the bathroom. He took a quick shower and was back in his room, dressed and ready to go with in ten minutes.
His hair was now just below his ears. Vernon had only complained about his hair only twice this summer and Mrs. Weasley wasn't begging to cut it like she did with Bill, so Harry was able to keep his hair that way, which he was happy about.
His arm muscles were only scarcely distinct from all of the sword fighting he'd done. Harry hoped it would have helped a little more than it did, but evidently, it didn't.
"Hedwig?" Harry asked, waking the snowy owl from her sleep. "Do you want to fly to Hogwarts? You can stay in the Owlry when you get there. That way you can stretch your wings and don't have to be in the train," he said softly. The owl gave a small hoot of agreement and climbed out of the cage. Harry gave her a few owl treats and put her cage in the study of his mother's trunk. Then got back out to see Hedwig take off out of the window.
He sighed and turned to the window, looking at the plain street below. There were people out there, as the weather was quite nice this morning. The people, were no older than seventeen and no younger than ten. Apparently the muggles had enough sense to take advantage of the day before it reached a temperature that was exceedingly hot. Then he caught sight of a man, years older than the ones playing around, who had just turned the corner and was strolling down the street. He would occasionally chuckle at the people outside. Then he got close enough that Harry recognized the man as Moony. He glanced at the clock: 6:59. Harry smiled to himself.
Harry trampled down the stairs, earning a, "Slow down before the house collapses, boy!" from his Uncle. He smiled to himself and waited by the front door. Five… four… three… two… Harry opened the door to see Remus standing there ready to knock on the door. Remus smiled, put his hand down, and said, "Excited?" They laughed as Remus walked in and they headed up the stairs.
The two managed to go through a photo album before it was 9:45. "You should probably put one of the trunks inside the other," Lupin suggested. Harry agreed and stuck his father's trunk inside the study of his mother's trunk.
"How are we getting to King's Cross?" Harry asked, as he put the remaining items (a quill, parchment, ink and a book) inside the first compartment of the trunk.
"Authorized Portkey. They started fining people for illegal Portkeys at the beginning of the summer," Lupin said, pulling out a set of keys.
"Can they track those?" Harry asked.
"Yeah. Oh, and get this, Dumbledore's illegal Portkeys are authorized," Moony said. Harry raised his eyebrows. "He can authorize his own Portkeys. Fudge granted him that after the way they treated him. And he's back in the International Confederation of Wizards and is again Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot."
"That's pretty low, don't you think? Giving Dumbledore what is rightfully his and letting him do something illegal that he's managed to do for the past twenty years," Harry said.
"Forty years at least. Yeah. It's really low. But Fudge thinks it's all okay though. Anyway, he's not there as of yesterday. Oh, I don't suppose you've heard yet. It was just in the morning Prophet. Amelia Bones is Mistress of Magic; first woman at the head of the Ministry since before Grindlewald, so I've read. Mr. Weasley isn't too down about it. He reckons that Amelia's fair enough and will do a good job. Everyone had been telling him that he'd do a great job at Minister of Magic if he made it."
"Yeah, he would! But he's really good at what he does now, I don't think it's too bad that he stayed. Perkins can't be there by himself," Harry said, amused.
Lupin smiled. "Right, you are." He looked at his watch. "Ten minutes," he announced.
Harry nodded in comprehension. "Oh, by the way. What's happening on the train today?"
"Oh, that," said Lupin. "Aurors are going to be stationed on either side of the barrier and on the platform. Order members are riding on the way there and Portkeying from Hogwarts to the Ministry afterward. Ah, time to go. You get Hunter, I've got the trunk. Got you wand? Not in your back pocket is it? Good. Okay, ten seconds… five seconds… now."
Harry felt the familiar tug behind his navel and the air rushing passed him and then felt himself slammed to the ground. Though, unlike at the World Cup in fourth year, he didn't fall down.
"Welcome to Platform Nine and Three Quarters," said Lupin.
Harry looked and saw the familiar bustling of students, torn between their families and the train. He saw the trunks scattered about the platform by students, most of which he recognized. The train was a marvelous as ever, with its scarlet color and immense size. Harry was almost home.
"Harry!" called a familiar voice from behind him. He turned around just in time to see Hermione running up to him and throwing her arms around his neck. "Oh, Harry, it's so good to see you! We haven't seen you all summer! How've you been? Did the muggles treat you okay? We were all worried that the threat pushed them over the edge and made them treat you horribly! Oh, hello, Professor Lupin." She let go of Harry and went to shake the werewolf's hand. "And how've you been? We haven't seen you in a fortnight. Are you okay? You're looking a bit pale." Hermione wouldn't stop rambling.
"I'm fine, Hermione. Don't call me Professor though. Remember, I'm not your professor anymore," he reminded her. The girl blushed and nodded, embarrassed at her forgetfulness.
"Where are the Weasley's?" Harry asked.
"Oh, they're around here somewhere. They were looking for you too. Oh, there's Ron. Ron!" she shouted. "He's over here!" Harry saw Ron rush over with his trunk trailing behind him.
"Hey mate," he said, dropping his trunk and shaking Harry's hand. "How've you been? Good summer?" he asked.
"Not bad," Harry said.
"That's good. Where's Ginny gone off? I thought she was with you, Hermione?" Ron asked.
"She told me she forgot something and went off to your mum," Hermione said.
"Mum said you were supposed to stick together!" Ron said, his ears picking up a tinge of red.
"Yes, I know, but I could see her with her mum, don't worry," Hermione said.
"I wasn't her I was worried about-," Ron said. Then realizing what he had nearly said dropped the matter. Hermione blushed pink.
"There she is. Oh, and your mum's coming as well," Hermione stated. Soon enough, Mrs. Weasley and Ginny turned up.
"What'd you forget?" asked Ron.
"Nothing Ron," Ginny said.
"Then why'd you-," Ron was cut off.
"Never you mind," Ginny snapped. Mrs. Weasley went off to talk to Lupin.
"Oh, hello, Harry," Ginny said, just noticing him. "How was your summer?" she asked.
"Fine. Yours?" he asked.
"Not bad. Except for one tall thing," she said pointedly to Ron. Ron didn't pick up. Just then there was a cluster of screams.
"Death Eaters," Harry whispered. Everyone took cover as well as they could behind trunks and in the train. He shot a few stunning spells with Wandless Magic, but no one noticed where they came from, as Aurors and Order members were shooting curses as well. Harry counted the Death Eaters. There were two he could see in the train and five on the outside. So where was the last?
Harry brushed the thoughts aside as he fired a few more curses. But they came back too soon. Did Voldemort think he could attack successfully with only eight Death Eaters? Even without the knowledge of the Order? Where was Pettigrew? Harry supposed he got cold feet and didn't even show up.
With a loud series of cracks, the Death Eaters left. Though not all of them. There were two that were unconscious. Harry didn't recognize either of them. Lestrange, Pettigrew and MacNair got away… Harry thought for a second. That angered him, but when he found everyone else, he was okay.
"The train is going to leave in ten minutes. We should get on the train," Hermione said hesitantly. Everyone agreed. With a quick goodbye to Mrs. Weasley and Lupin, Harry got Hunter and they boarded the train. "We'll see you in an hour, okay?" said Hermione. Harry and Ginny nodded and went off to the same compartment they sat in last year.
"I'm so glad I'm not a prefect," Ginny mumbled.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Takes all the fun out of life. You know, having to watch over everyone else when you could be playing Quidditch or pranking Slytherins," Ginny explained.
"Yeah," Harry laughed. "Speaking of pranks, I've learned a few over the summer. I'll tell them to you later," Harry rushed the last part as the door slid open.
It was Luna Lovegood. She looked just the same as Harry remembered, and unfortunately, just as odd. "Oh," said Luna. "I'm sorry. I'll find another place to sit." She was closing the door when Harry spoke up.
"You can sit here, Luna," Harry said.
"Really? Thanks," Luna said, coming in the compartment and closing the door behind her.
"Have a good summer, Luna?" Ginny asked, kindly.
"Yes. Father and I went to Sweden to catch a Crumple-Horned Snorkack," she said.
"Oh, yes, I remember you telling us before the holidays that you were planning on that. How'd it go?" Ginny asked.
Luna smiled softly. "We found two. But we decided not to catch them. There was a mother that was with her calf."
"Sounds like fun," said Harry.
"It was," Luna said, before opening a new article of The Quibbler. Just then, the compartment door opened again. This time, it was Neville. It looked as though he had attempted to get in shape over the summer and it had made an impact. Instead of a bumbling fool, as he had been the year before, he was more muscular and looked like a respectable sixth year Gryffindor.
"Could I sit with you guys?" he asked.
"Sure, Neville," Harry said. "Good summer?" he asked.
"I suppose you could say that. My parents have been a little more involved with life than usual. They know my name and can recognize me now. It's really great," Neville trailed off.
"That's excellent Neville!" Harry said.
"Yeah," Neville smiled a bit. "What's in the box?" he asked.
"Oh, birthday present from Hagrid," said Harry.
Ginny's eyes got wide and she visibly paled. "Are you serious? What did he send you? Nothing dangerous, I hope."
"No, not dangerous. He might intimidate people, so I didn't take him out," Harry said.
"What is it?" Neville asked.
The door slid open again. Hermione and Ron stepped in. "I swear, those fifth year prefects think the position is the best thing that ever happened to them," Ron mumbled and sat down.
"Really, Ron. They're as excited as I was. You can't really expect them to be angry about the responsibility and not take it seriously. It's an honor to them," Hermione stressed the words 'honor' and 'them'.
"Well, what's in the box Harry?" Ron asked, ignoring Hermione.
"A present from Hagrid," said Ginny. Hermione and Ron both paled as Ginny had. "He was just going to take it out when two arguing sixth year Gryffindor prefects walked in the room," she said too sweetly. Hermione and Ron blushed and urged them to carry on with what they were doing.
Harry took the lid off of the box and pulled out Hunter. "He's not dangerous," Harry told the prefects.
"Harry! That's a snake!" Hermione said hoarsely.
"His name is Hunter," said Harry. "He's part Runespoor and part non-magical snake. He won't attack anyone unless I tell him to."
"Potter has finally found a good pet," Draco Malfoy said from the doorway.
"What's up Ferret?" Harry asked. The compartment laughed, bar Malfoy and his two bodyguards, or friends as he called them.
"Don't call me that," Malfoy said sharply, upset that Harry didn't take the bait and get angry. "You just watch your back this year Potter. I'm going to avenge my father that you put in prison," Draco said.
"Hey, guys," Harry said, barely acknowledging Malfoy. "Do you want to find out if he'll listen to me?" Before they could answer, Harry spoke in Parsletongue. "My friends are a bit scared of you, I think. So don't bite anyone."
Hunter replied, "I could tell."
If Malfoy was pale before, He was a ghost now. He and his cronies left with out a word.
"What did you tell him?" Ginny asked.
"I told him that you guys seemed scared and not to bite anyone," Harry said. They all laughed remembering the look on Malfoy's face.
The ride passed by smoothly, for a few hours. Then the lady with the sweet cart came by and Harry bought a large amount of candy. Cho came by shortly after.
"Oh, sorry to bother you all. But Harry, I was wondering if you were going to continue with the D.A." she said.
"It depends on the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and the curriculum really. So I'm not sure," Harry said.
"Oh," said Cho, blushing a bit and getting a glare from Ginny and Hermione, "well, just tell me if you decide to okay? Great. See you later." She closed the door and left the rest in the compartment. The last part of the train ride passed by at an alarming rate. Soon, they found them selves at Hogwarts.
"Firs' years! Firs' years this way!" Hagrid's voice boomed as usual.
"Hello Hagrid!" Hermione, Ron and Harry waved at him.
"How's yer summer bin?" he asked.
"Just fine, Hagrid, thanks," said Hermione. Hagrid gave a nod and resumed his job.
"Firs' years! All firs' years to the boats!" Harry saw a great portion of the first years looked terrified.
"Come on, I'm starving!" Ron said. They, along with Luna, Neville and Ginny, started looking for a carriage together.
As they neared the carriages, Harry saw the ugly skeletal creatures that were Thestrals. Harry remembered that Neville could see them last year too when he looked over to see if his friends found an empty carriage. They did. So the six climbed into an empty coach. The way up was filled with Ron's complaints of being hungry. But other than that, it was uneventful. They made their way into the Great Hall and sat near the front of the Gryffindor table, awaiting first years and the feast.
Five minutes and several complaints (from Ron of hunger) later, the first years arrived. Four of the girls were thoroughly drenched and shivering helplessly. Collectively, the first years looked awed and fearful at the same time. "We didn't look like that did we?" Ron asked.
"I'm sure we did," said Hermione.
McGonagall brought the four-legged stool out in the open for everyone to see. Atop the stool was the Sorting Hat, patched and frayed. Then the hat slowly opened near the brim and began to sing, startling the newer students.
Beware! Dark times approach
I have warned you all before
And yet you barely heed the warnings
I've given once or more
Yet I can hardly blame you
For who would trust a hat?
'Twas the founders of this school
Who by and by did that
They trusted me to part the school
And sort the lot to fourths
I only do 'cause they told me to
This I thoroughly remorse
In Ravenclaw will go the witty
In Gryffindor the daring
In Slytherin the most ambitious
In Hufflepuff the caring
I don't want you divided
Do as I've said before
You must unite as one
Or leave peace forever more
So step on up just as before
I will sort you into four
The Hall contemplated the song for a moment and then broke into applause. The part that Harry didn't like is that he knew what the hat was talking about with warnings and dark times. But then the sorting began.
"Now, when I call your names, you will come sit on the stool and place the hat on your head. It will decide what house you go in. Atern, Janice!" A black-haired first year stepped up to the stool and put the hat on her head. With only a moment's hesitation it called out, "Ravenclaw!"
The names went down to Christopher Wood, who went to Gryffindor. Then Dumbledore stood up.
"Now that all of you belong to houses, tuck in!" he said. Food appeared on the table and Harry began dishing turkey, potatoes, carrots, and gravy onto his plate. He looked over to see Ron with three turkey legs, a piece of chicken and a heap of potatoes on his plate. Harry raised his eyebrows in his direction, but Ron just smiled and nodded his head slightly in Hermione's direction. Hermione was staring at the plate in an odd mix of disbelief and concern.
"Are you really going to eat all of it?" Hermione asked.
"We'll see," Ron said knowingly.
The Hall got significantly quieter as students and teachers started eating. It was about a half hour before dessert appeared, and ten minutes after that before it all disappeared. Then Dumbledore stood up again.
"I have a few announcements to make before I send you off to your dormitories. One is our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Snape." The teachers didn't look nearly as surprised as the students, and that was saying something. The teacher's eyes were all wide and Professor Sprout almost choked on her last piece of steak. Yet, there was a small amount of clapping. "Second is our new potions teacher, Professor Carmichael." There was a definitely more clapping for Carmichael than Snape. Harry was surprised he didn't notice her before. She had dark brown hair and was remarkably pale. She looked oddly familiar and wondered vaguely if she was the one Remus suggested. Harry almost considered the thought, but countered it, remembering that he suggested a Defense teacher.
"Another is the list of banned items that can be viewed on Mr. Filch's door. It includes many of the items for sale at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes." There was a collective moan through out the Hall.
"The Forest on the school grounds is out-of-bounds to all students, including the older ones." Dumbledore shot an obvious glance at Harry and his friends.
"Admission to Hogsmeade requires signed permission from everyone's parents or guardians. Students under third year aren't allowed to visit the village," Dumbledore said. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards slightly.
"And the last announcement is that of two dances that will take place this school year in light of the darkness of war that is to come. One is open to all years. That would be the Halloween Dance. The second is for third years and up, which is the Christmas Ball. Younger years may come upon invitation from an older student."
"You all have classes in the morning, so sleep well!" Dumbledore said. The students groaned as they got up. It was partly because of the reminder of classes. And partly (especially for Ron) was because they ate too much. Harry could hear the prefects over the commotion, calling for the attention of their respective Houses.
Harry and his friends followed the Gryffindor flow of students up to the tower, letting the fifth year prefects' lead. "I ate too much," Ron said as he clutched his stomach.
"You know, Ron, you don't have to eat everything. It's perfectly all right if you have one turkey leg instead of three," Hermione said with a smirk.
"Oh, look! Here's the Gryffindor common room. And there are the boys' dormitories up there. That's where I'll be. Night all," Ron said, running away from Hermione.
"Right after we give Harry his presents!" Ginny said. Running up to get the presents they all got him.
"Oh, yes, I nearly forgot," Hermione said.
"For a change," Ron said, barely audible. Luckily for him, Hermione didn't hear. They all sat down in their usual spots by the fire. Ginny came down the stairs a minute later. She was holding three packages. "Open mine first!" Ron said, almost too childishly.
Harry laughed and grabbed the package with Chudley Cannons wrapping paper. "Chudley Cannons? At least pick a good team, Ron," Harry said, only half joking.
"Hey! One day soon, they're going to make it to the World Cup!" Ron said loyally.
"You should've been in Hufflepuff! Too loyal for your own good! You're going to embarrass your self, Ron!" Ginny said, laughing.
Harry smiled and tore the paper, revealing a box. He opened the box to find a load of candies. Harry dug through the candies, finding Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pasties and Cauldron Cakes by the dozens. Then he hit what he thought was the bottom, but it wasn't. It was a book.
"You got me a book? That's unexpected, to say the least," Harry said.
"Read the title," Ron said with a smile.
Harry did. "Famous Pranks and Prankers of the Last Two Hundred Years. That's better. I was beginning to get scared for a moment," Harry said, smiling.
He set the book aside as Ginny thrust a package at him. He tore open the paper (that was covered with flying brooms) and found another box. Inside it he found two things. One was a Skiving Snackbox. Harry smiled and continued. There was a book as well. "Famous Wars," Harry read aloud. "I could get some good ideas. Maybe for quidditch too," Harry added as an after thought. "Thanks Gin!"
"You're welcome. I thought you might like it," she said.
Hermione gave her present to Harry. It was wrapped in muggle wrapping paper that said Happy Birthday repeatedly. He opened the package to find yet another box. Inside the box, Harry found something he'd never seen before. Hermione read his confused look.
"It's a wand holster. It's really popular among Aurors. In fact, it's a rare Auror you'll find that doesn't have one of those. I figured I could get you started," Hermione said.
"Thanks," Harry said. He tried it on. This type attached to his wrist. "Moody will be proud. He was rather upset that I kept my wand in my back pocket last summer," he said with a smile.
Hermione laughed a bit. "Yeah. I heard. He was raving about it afterwards in the kitchen," Hermione said.
Harry gave them all a hug, except Ron, who he gave a handshake. He saw Ginny blush a bit when he pulled away from her. "Thanks, guys. I love the stuff. And there's no doubt I'll use it all," Harry said. "I suppose we should all get to bed. After all, we have classes in the morning," Harry said.
"Yes, well, good night, then. See you in the morning," Hermione said, going off to her dormitory.
"Night," Ginny said, going off to hers. Ron and Harry walked up the stairs together.
Harry walked into the sixth year boys' dormitory to find all of his things on the bed farthest from the door. Harry walked over and pulled out his pajamas. Soon, he was in bed, mind cleared, and sleeping peacefully.
Asrayu Thanks so much for taking the time to review my story! I'm glad someone can give me something to do to try to make my story better. I fixed everything except for the Quidditch thing. Yeah, it's not likely he'd give it up. But it's just something that I put in the story. So far, it works with my plot. It doesn't help much… It could go either way. But I've already written more than I've posted. So I don't want to change it all at this point. Harry studying… yep, ooc… I know. But I imagine that after Sirius's unfortunate death at the hands of a Death Eater- he might want to change a bit… learn some more. Thanks for helping me out and complementing me on my Lupin… He's a cool character. Cool name by the way.
elvengirl9 Thanks for reviewing! Yeah- I know Harry isn't perfect. I tried writing sixth year before. This is actually a rewrite of it. That's kind of what happened, I imagine. I notice that when I write, I tend to want to fix his life. I think it'll get better once he's back a school- well, hope at least. Thanks for telling me… If you check my bio again, you'll notice I added in my age by the way… Thanks again for the reviews.
Tanydwr Thanks a bunch for reviewing! Yes, I thought the idea of getting to know James and Lily isn't too bad and decided that this wasn't too bad of a way to do that. J.K. Rowling said in some interview somewhere that there wouldn't be any need for prequels and such of Lily and James because we'd know anything worth knowing by the time the books are done. Well, thanks again for reviewing my story and please keep reading! That's why I'm writing you know…
LadyLilyPotter Thanks for reviewing my story! I couldn't stop smiling after I read it! I was literally skipping when I was telling my parents I got another review. They make me so happy and my parents don't stop bugging my about writing so I just tell them… anyway, back on track! As for romance, I've never really written romance stuff. This is looking to be just light romance if much. There will definitely be a bit of hinting. But at this point- it's light romance. Ships are Ginny/Harry and Hermione/Ron, as it says in the summary. As for the potions classes, you'll have to wait and see! Thanks for reading my story! Nice name also… Very elegant sounding…
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Kyntor Thanks for taking the time to review my story. I suppose if I really push it and say that Tonks was eighteen in the fifth book, then Andromeda was 17 when she was born and that was the year that they were out of school. So she could have had her just after they graduated. Well, I suppose that could be the case in my story. It's not like it doesn't happen for real, you know? Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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