Chapter 4
Harry was busy packing when a disheveled owl slammed into his bedroom window and landed on the windowsill outside. "Arrol." Harry said and went to retrieve the letter. He let Arrol in and opened the seal. Teardrops stained the ink. So that it was barely legible but Harry could make out most of it.
Dear Harry, We wont be able to pick you up for a while. I think it would best, Molly's in a terrible state. Well what I meant to say is that Ron's gone. He passed in his sleep. When Ginny went up to wake him this morning, he wasn't breathing and had no pulse. I'm terribly sorry and this must come as a great shock to you.
Harry couldn't read anymore. He was crying. Tears streamed down his face. All he wanted to do was to disappear. Ron, his best friend was gone. All the moments, fun and pain they shared, were just memories. He was the first fiend he ever really had. For the past five years they were the closet two friends you'd ever meet. They were inseparable. This was worse then Cedric; worse than Sirius. This time Voldermort went to far. He had done exactly what he meant to do strike Harry in the heart. Harry cried for hours. Another rapping on his window interrupted him.
Dear Mr. Potter, We are pleased to inform you that the results of your O.W.L' s have arrived. You must have scored a 70% or higher to pass and was allowed one failure to proceed to sixth year In the class of Transfiguration you scored a 92%. In the class of Potions your score was a 54%. In the class of Defense Against The Dark Arts, your score a 104% (much to the discretion of the professor) In Charms, you scored an 87%. In History of Magic, you scored a 79%. In the class of Divination, your score was a 72% In Care Of Magical Creatures your score was a 98%.
Congratulations! You have qualified for sixth year. Using the results of your O.W.L. 's, a career choice of an Aurror (a/n sry didn't know how to spell it could you tell me in the reviews?) was the top option for you. Also, I am saddened to tell you that Divination is not available for sixth and seventh year students. You are allowed to choose another subject or take a more advanced class of a subject that you already have.
Congratulations,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster
Harry still was upset even though this cheered him up a bit. Then another owl flew through the window. "Boy," Harry thought, "am I popular." This was an owl he had never seen before, it was black but with three white streaks going from its forehead down to the tip of its neatly combed tail. Harry opened the letter and read:
Dear Harry Potter, Recently, I heard of the death of your godfather, Sirius Black. I also heard of the passing of Ron Weasley, and thought that this would be the best time to send you my letter. Sirius was a dear friend to me. He was my best friend, mentor, and teacher. You may not know who I am but I will tell you.
I have recently been transferred to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My house is Gryffindor (just like yourself and Sirius). I look forward to seeing you at school. Until then, Signed your godfather's son, James Black
Harry was busy packing when a disheveled owl slammed into his bedroom window and landed on the windowsill outside. "Arrol." Harry said and went to retrieve the letter. He let Arrol in and opened the seal. Teardrops stained the ink. So that it was barely legible but Harry could make out most of it.
Dear Harry, We wont be able to pick you up for a while. I think it would best, Molly's in a terrible state. Well what I meant to say is that Ron's gone. He passed in his sleep. When Ginny went up to wake him this morning, he wasn't breathing and had no pulse. I'm terribly sorry and this must come as a great shock to you.
Harry couldn't read anymore. He was crying. Tears streamed down his face. All he wanted to do was to disappear. Ron, his best friend was gone. All the moments, fun and pain they shared, were just memories. He was the first fiend he ever really had. For the past five years they were the closet two friends you'd ever meet. They were inseparable. This was worse then Cedric; worse than Sirius. This time Voldermort went to far. He had done exactly what he meant to do strike Harry in the heart. Harry cried for hours. Another rapping on his window interrupted him.
Dear Mr. Potter, We are pleased to inform you that the results of your O.W.L' s have arrived. You must have scored a 70% or higher to pass and was allowed one failure to proceed to sixth year In the class of Transfiguration you scored a 92%. In the class of Potions your score was a 54%. In the class of Defense Against The Dark Arts, your score a 104% (much to the discretion of the professor) In Charms, you scored an 87%. In History of Magic, you scored a 79%. In the class of Divination, your score was a 72% In Care Of Magical Creatures your score was a 98%.
Congratulations! You have qualified for sixth year. Using the results of your O.W.L. 's, a career choice of an Aurror (a/n sry didn't know how to spell it could you tell me in the reviews?) was the top option for you. Also, I am saddened to tell you that Divination is not available for sixth and seventh year students. You are allowed to choose another subject or take a more advanced class of a subject that you already have.
Congratulations,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster
Harry still was upset even though this cheered him up a bit. Then another owl flew through the window. "Boy," Harry thought, "am I popular." This was an owl he had never seen before, it was black but with three white streaks going from its forehead down to the tip of its neatly combed tail. Harry opened the letter and read:
Dear Harry Potter, Recently, I heard of the death of your godfather, Sirius Black. I also heard of the passing of Ron Weasley, and thought that this would be the best time to send you my letter. Sirius was a dear friend to me. He was my best friend, mentor, and teacher. You may not know who I am but I will tell you.
I have recently been transferred to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My house is Gryffindor (just like yourself and Sirius). I look forward to seeing you at school. Until then, Signed your godfather's son, James Black