A/N: Ok I am fully aware that this chapter completely sucks. That said I would like to offer an explanation. While I know exactly where I want this story to go, and how to get it there, this chapter proved difficult. And if anyone is wondering, this story is very similar to a story posted on by Dragon8Wizard, well there would be a reason to that as I am Dragon8Wizard, or at least I was. I changed my name when FF deleted their NC-17 stories and I'm trying desperately to re-write this with many changes. As such I ask you to bear with me on this horrible chapter and I promise that the content and the writing itself will improve with the next chapter.
A/N: I'll quit boring you in one moment, I need a beta, someone to bounce some idea off of and to give me some feedback on this story, I want it to be a novel length fic that doesn't suck, and as such I would like to have another reader's/ author's feedback on this. Anyone who is interested please e-mail me at
Now let's get on with it.
Chapter 2
The next few weeks passed quickly for Harry. He found his 7th year studies to be slightly more enjoyable, although his personal life was far from good. He had to sit and watch all the time as James and Hermoine sat and talked, constantly. Although he had no evidence to suggest this, Harry assumed that there was a personal relationship, more than friendship, developing between them, and Harry didn't like it one bit.
Of course, other than Hermoine, Harry found James to be one of the coolest people he had ever met. He always wore cool clothes, they were oversized, but it seemed to work for James. He ended up having all his classes with James. Which he really didn't' mind too much, that is until Hermoine started partnering up with him during classes, instead of Harry or Ron.
The one thing that Harry truly liked about James was the way he acted in Potions class. If it was possible, and Harry was sure it was now, Snape hated James even more than her hated Harry. Every time Snape would go to say something awful, embarrassing, or otherwise mean to a Gryffindor, James always made a smart remark that took the heat from the first party and put it on himself, which James didn't seem to mind. The best thing Harry had ever heard happened only two days after James arrived at school, in Potions. Harry went to put Wolfsbane into a potion, but ended up putting Wolfroot. Snape began berating Harry with insults, when James stepped in.
--Flashback--
......Mr. Potter we have had this discussion before, just because you think you are famous does not give you the right to disrupt my Potions class, 10 points from Gryffindor for stupidity.
"Yeah, that makes a lot of sense." was heard from the back of the room. Practically the entire room turned to look at James.
"What did you say?" Snape said, with a cold look on his face, disbelieving that any student would speak out in his class.
"I said, that makes a lot of sense." James said, almost challenging Snape to disagree with him.
"Mr. Richardson, one more outburst and you will cost your house 10 more points."
Snape said almost daring James to respond.
And respond he did.
"So what if you take 10 points from my house, hell, take 30, it's not like we won't still win the house cup. As far as I've been told, or have read myself on the trophies in the trophy room, Gryffindor hasn't lost a House cup, or a Quidditch cup, since Harry Potter's 3rd year. So tell me exactly why I should fear 10 points being taken away?"
Snape was so stunned by this remark that he didn't know what to say.
"And back to the original point," James said, not slowing down for a second. "How exactly can you take points away from someone because they put 'Wolfroot' in a potion instead of 'Wolfbane'? Do you mean to tell me that you have never messed up when making a potion before? Or are you the almighty Potion Jesus, who hasn't messed up a day in his life?"
Nearly everyone in class, after they got over the initial shock, was trying their best not to laugh.
Snape, apparently didn't know what to do, as a student had never questioned him openly in class, so he just simply said, "20 points from Gryffindor" and walked back to his podium...............
'Yeah,' Harry thought as he sat in the Gryffindor common room watching James as he lay on the couch, listening to his headphones, 'James isn't a bad bloke, if he would just get away from Hermoine.'
Hermoine wasn't in the room at that moment; she was in library, and no matter how many times she asked, James just wouldn't go in there. "I don't' like to go in libraries." he simply said.
Harry didn't' really understand this as James was already one of the top-marks in the school, and never seemed to never study.
Harry decided to ask James what he was listening to. Of late Harry had taken a keen interest in James' music, especially in a band called Dispatch.
"James?" Harry said, then realizing James couldn't' hear him he tapped him on the shoulder.
"Sorry Harry, didn't' see you man."
"It's all right, you mind if I have a listen?" Harry said, hopefully.
"Naw man, it's cool, go ahead." James said as he handed the CD player to Harry.
"Who is it today?" Asked Harry as he brought the headphones near his ears.
"Dispatch, of course," James said with a smile.
"All right then." Harry replied slipping the headphones on his head. His ears were filled with the melodic melodies of an acoustic guitar and a set of bongo drums.
"...we'll go there leave this weakness
don't take this from me
we'll go there leave this weakness
'cause I have been waiting
Lo we are not sold we're on a mission
Lo we are not sold we're on a mission
damn this, damn that
there'll be no talk of turnin' back
damm this, damn that
there'll be no talk
that we might fly sometimes
we will find our own way
that we might fly sometimes
we will find our own
we are not sold
we are not given
we are not sold on what we have seen
we're gone we're gone
the list is long we are many strong
the ceilings are coming down..."
As Harry sat and listened to James' CD player, Hermoine was exiting the library. As she walked along the corridor she heard and voice behind her call her name. As she turned she saw Professor Dumbledore walking toward her.
"Hello Headmaster." Hermoine said with a smile.
"Hello Miss Granger, I need to speak with you for a moment." Dumbledore said, with the twinkle in his eyes fading a little bit.
"Ummm, sure." Hermoine replied, a little worried.
"Well I need to you do a favor for me. I need you to go retrieve Harry, Ron, James, Michelle, Robert, and Quince, and accompany them to my office." said Dumbledore.
"Allright Headmaster," Hermoine said, "but can I ask why?"
"Well it would be better if I just told you all in person." Dumbledore answered her.
"Allright then." Hermoine said as she walked off.
Once she was out of earshot Dumbledore said, to no one in particular, "Well I suppose it has begun, God help those children, and us all."
Dumbledore retreated back up the corridor toward his chambers.
Harry removed the headphones and gave them back to James. "I like that one."
"Me too, it's one of my favs." James then placed the headphones back on his head
and seemed to drift off.
Harry walked off and as he did he noticed Hermoine coming through the portrait hole.
'Oh great,' Thought Harry,' I get to seem them together.'
But to Harry's surprise Hermoine came rushing to him.
"Harry!", came her excited voice.
"Yes, "Harry said, a little bit too calm and cold.
Hermoine dismissed it and told him what she just found out.
"Did he say what it was for?" Harry asked, knowing full well that usually when you went
to Dumbledore's office, something was wrong.
"No, but I'll go tell the others." and with that Hermoine rushed off.
'Well' thought Harry, 'this certainly is interesting.
The six friends exited the Gryffindor common room and made their way to the Headmaster's office.
Once they gathered outside the door, it suddenly flew open and the kind face of Albus
Dumbledore appeared.
"Hello all, please come in, I'm afraid we have some rather important news to discuss." He disappeared into his office.
With questioning looks the friends followed the Headmaster up the stairwell and into his office.