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Chapter one
A boy was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling, after had just woken up. He tilted to see his alarm clock. 6:24. The boy sighed, today he turned sixteen. The big one six. Sweet sixteen. However for some reason he had a feeling deep in side his stomach that told him this year wasn't going to be sweet at all. This will be his sixth year at his school, Hogwarts. This year, his godfather won't be there to help him when he needed it most, like in past years.
About a month ago Harry made a mistake. This mistake caused Harry's godfather his life. Of course it wasn't all Harry's fault, many were to blame for the death of Sirius Black. Not that Harry believed that. For in Harry's mind he was the one and only reason Sirius died.
Thankfully just when Harry needed uplifting the most, it came. Owls swooped in his window dropped letters and packages on the bed next to him; two owls stayed, clearly waiting for responses, the other two left. One owl Harry instantly recognized as his best friend's, Ron's, owl. The other owl simply sat on the windowsill and ruffled its feathers importantly, Harry didn't recognize that one.
Harry picked up the closest one baring a Hogwarts crest. He slit the top and pulled out the parchment. He read the first line and then dropped it in surprise. Harry Potter rode broomsticks, received post by owl, could turn invisible just by putting on a cloak, become someone else's appearance by brewing a potion, he's had to battle three headed dogs, trolls, dragons, giant snakes, mermaids, and countless other foul creatures. Harry was being hunted down by the most dangerous being ever to walk on the face of this earth. However none of that amazed Harry, what amazed him was he got an 'Outstanding' on his Potions Ordinary Wizerding Level, O.W.L.
"I got an 'O'." Harry whispered his face a mask of shock. Then a little more loudly, "I got an 'O'." His face full of shock slowly turned to excitement. Turning to his pet owl, with a broad grin on his face, "Hey, Hedwig I got an 'O' in potions." Hedwig gave an encouraging hoot and reposition herself. Getting an 'O' in Potions means he could carry it on to N.E.W.T. level. (Nastingly Exhausting Wizerding Tests). He was one step closer to becoming an Auror, his dream job. Even if he had to face his least favorite teacher Snape, Harry was prepared to do so. Becoming an Auror would be worth it. Harry looked back down on the paper to see what else he received.
Potions-O
Transfiguration-O
Charms-OHistory of Magic-A
Herbology-A
Care of Magical Creatures-O
Defense Against the Dark Arts-O (The examiners clamed that was the best performance they have seen since Dumbledore, well done Mr. Potter)
Astronomy-A
Divination-P
Dear Harry Potter,
If you still wish to become an Auror then remember you'll need a minimum of five N.E.W.T.s. You need to get at least 'Exceeds Expectations' on Transfiguration, Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology, Astronomy, Divination, and History of Magic, however you will need to get an 'Outstanding' in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Potions to continue it to next year. To become an Auror you will need to take Transfiguration, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Potions. However I advise you to take more classes, more N.E.W.T.s will look better on your resume. O.W.L.s will also help when you look for a job. You need to get an'A' at least for an O.W.L to count.
Also there will be some changes to the time tables, there will now be two deferent Defense Against the Dark Arts. One will be like the old lesson's focusing on all dark arts, one will be focused on He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his Death Eaters, which will be nick-named The D.A., to continue what you started last year. There will also be two new subjects, which will both be mandatory. You will need to pick seven classes besides the two new subjects, which you will learn about at the welcoming feast. Have a nice rest of the summer.
Sincerely,
M. McGonagall
Harry smiled. He wished he could see the look on his old Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, Umbridge, face. When she found out that he received and 'O' in her class. It would have been priceless. Harry smiled gleefully remembering the time last year when centaurs attacked her; he hoped it hurt, a lot.
Harry looked at the other parchments that were attached to his O.W.L. results. He didn't notice them until now. One was a sheet telling him the book's he will need for sixth year. The other was a sheet asking him what he wanted to take next year, Harry signed up for Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Potions, and Transfiguration, obviously, he needed those to become and Auror and for the last classes he signed up for The D.A. and Care of Magical Creatures. Harry sealed this and sent it off with the important looking owl before looking at the other parcels. He recognized them to be from his friends, Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid.
Harry picked up the one from Ron first:
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday mate, how have you been? Were staying at Grimmauld place, Hermione just got here 2 day's ago. Do you want to come? We could send some people like last year to pick you up. Look mate if you don't want to come, bad memories, well then it's fine.
I got my O.W.L. result yesterday. I got 4 O.W.L.s, mum wasn't too pleased. Did you get yours? Hermione can't stop talking about hers, how she got 'O's in everything, but she's upset because she only got an'E' in Potions. I don't know what she's upset about she wasn't going to continue Potions anyway. I got a 'P' in that class. No more Snape ever! I could sing. What do you reckon those two new subjects are? I don't care as long as Lockhart doesn't suddenly get his memory back and decides to teach us again. You'll have to kill me and put me out of my misery.
I guess I'll send this to you now, Pig knows he's going to deliver mail and is knocking things over in his excitement, bloody bird. Send your answer about staying over here or not.
Ron
P.S. Hope you like your gift.
Harry set the letter carefully aside, and turned to look at the gift that came with it. It was very odd shaped. Harry was slightly afraid. The Dursely's were still asleep and if it's another poketscope like in third year... Well, he shuddered what they will do if the were awaken by a magical object.
Harry had to open it some time so throwing all caution to the wind; he grabbed the package and tore off the wrappings. Harry laughed when he finally had the gift in his hand, wrappings thrown in the corner. It was a Whoopee Cushion. A note was attached to it.
Harry, it read.
Dad found this in a muggle shop and he doesn't know exactly what it is so feeling you will find some use to it we decided to give it to you for a gift. Happy Birthday.
RonHarry went to his desk to write Ron back. He paused before he sat down in his chair, grinning like a little kid, he blow up the Whoopee Cushion that was still in his hand and placed it on the chair. Still grinning he sat down. Pig who was flying in a crazed circle heard the loud farting noise and stopped dead. It was quite a funny sight to see Pig fall to the ground. Harry stuffed his fist in his mouth to quit from bursting out laugh and waking his relatives.
His good mood was shot, however, when he picked up a piece of parchment and a quill. He didn't know what to write to Ron. He really wanted to get out of this hellhole and see his friends but what will Grimmauld place be like with out Sirius? Deciding he'll figure that out later he set the quill down and picked up Hermione's letter.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday. Hope you are having a nice summer. Did you get your O.W.L.s? I did and I got ten O.W.L.s. Since I'm only taking one more subject then you that's all I can get. I think the most any one ever got was twelve so ten isn't that bad. I wonder what those two new subjects are. Do you think we'll like them? I hope the teachers know what they are doing.
I can't believe that they are making the D.A. a subject. I can't wait to see who is teaching it; of course no teacher will be as good as you Harry. Now, if I can get S.P.E.W. as popular as The D.A.
If you decide to come here then the day after you arrive we are going to go to Diagon Alley to get the school supplies to avoid the crowds that will be there the day before term. I can't wait to get them. I want to read each of them at least once so I can get a feel for what we are learning. I really want to read the book that I think goes with that new subject. The Old Way's of Wizards and Witches. Happy Birthday again. Hope to see you soon.
Love from,
Hermione
Harry smiled, that was so like Hermione to think of school that much over summer break. Still smiling he picked up the gift she sent. Not surprising it was shaped like a book. Harry opened it and laughed. She got him Hogwarts, a History. Harry put it aside and thought maybe he will read it; after all he was tired of Hermione urging him to read it. Harry picked up the last letter. It was from Hagrid.
Harry, the grounds keeper wrote.
Hope you are having a nice summer. A lot has been going on around here I'm not saying anymore here though. You'll have to wait and find out when you get here. Hope you like your gift.
Hagrid
Then he turned to Hagrid's gift. Glancing at it wearingly remembering all to well the time Hagrid sent him a biting book. It didn't seem to be moving or biting...or stinging or growling or making any sort of sound or movement at all. Harry then reminded him self he was scared of Ron's gift then it turned out to be a Whoopee Cousin. So with newfound determination he grabbed it. Unwrapping the gift he found a book in his hands. It was strange and dusty. Why Hagrid would give him an old dusty book, Harry had no idea. Setting the book aside he turned to the parchment and quill. With a sigh Harry still didn't know what to write to Ron. Luckily he was spared from answering when he heard his aunt walking lightly down the hallway. Harry got out the chair and walked out his room still wondering what he was going to do. He won't be pondering for long because a surprise will be waiting for him at breakfast, a surprise he won't like, one, which will make his decision a lot easer.