Hidden Information
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The next morning, Harry awoke with many yawns, not wanting school to really start. He was glad that he was away from the Dursleys, just not glad about many months of homework. He decided it would be best to get up and down to breakfast. He noticed that Seamus, Neville, and Dean had already left, so he hurried to wake Ron up.
Harry whispered, but was to quiet.
Just five more minutes, Mum, Ron said and rolled over away form Harry.
It's breakfast, Ron, Harry reminded Ron.
Suddenly Ron sat upright and licked his lips. Breakfast it is, Harry my boy!
Hermione was waiting for them in the common room. Well, finally. I thought you two would never get around.
Oh, let's just go. They all exited the common room and wandered along into an already full Great Hall. Each sat down and began to eat, Ron much faster than the others. Hermione was talking about how having a woman Dark Arts professor will change a lot a students when, to Harry and Ron's relief, Professor McGonagall came by with the Gryffindor schedules.
Yes, we have Wendy first, I mean- Professor Halliwell, Harry was pleased.
Ugh! But then we have Potions with the Slytherins... Ron pouted.
Oh, cheer up ol' chap! Fred punched him lightly in the arm.
George did the same to the other side. I'm sure Malfoy will be just as friendly as last year, maybe friendlier! Fred and George pranced off smirking with Lee Jordan.
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Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts and all sat down in the first row. Wendy first went and whispered into Harry's ear, Stay after class, I have to talk to you about something. Harry nodded and that was that.
Hello, 5th years. I am your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Halliwell. This year we will take time to learn about dark magic, and its good opponents, that is not commonly used or seen around today. Are there any questions? Hermione's hand shot up immediately. No, Miss Granger, we will not be covering that subject in this class.
Everyone began to whisper as Ron and Harry began to exchange glances. The rest of the class was spent talking about the subjects that they had already learned and the past DADA professors (mainly making fun of Gilderoy Lockhart...).
Finally after much talking, Wendy checked her watch. Class dismissed! Harry stayed behind, pretending just to take a long time gathering his things. Ok, I know a little more about the mission.
Harry looked up, suddenly, shock on face. Oh. So, what do you have to say?
Harry, I don't I can explain it as well as someone else can... Suddenly, Wendy grabbed Harry's wrist and orbed. Harry felt the queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. They soon landed, but it was no place Harry could recognize. Everywhere he looked he saw white, from the floors, to the walls, to the ceiling. All the doors were white as well as the doorknobs.
Where are we? Harry asked, confusion on his face.
Where else would I take you? Wendy asked back. She saw the confusion still on Harry's face and answered more thoroughly. We're here. Elders and all.
Harry didn't know why he didn't think of it sooner. OH! I should've thought of that.
Yes, well, we need to go and talk to the Elders. Wendy saw the confused look again. They are going to tell you about your mission, or more of a quest. Follow me. They were walking down a long hallway, passing many doors and rooms. Finally they approached door number one. Harry was nervous, yet determined.
Wendy opened the door, and Harry saw two chairs surrounded by tall desks, like a judge's in a courtroom. Only the desks were all white and twelve Elders were seated at each of the twelve connected high desks. Harry and Wendy sat down in their chairs and soon the Elder in the center began to speak. Hello, Harry. We have been watching you and your family for many years now. We think now is the perfect time to tell you this piece of information. Harry, you are the heir of Gryffindor. There was a long pause. Harry was dumbstruck. He didn't know what to say.
Well that was a shocker! Wendy said sarcastically, but only loud enough for harry to hear.
Harry had to think about this. And is this why I must go on a quest?
Yes. And no. Part of it is because of your past experiences with Lord Voldemort. The Elder opened his mouth to start another sentence, but was interrupted.
But what must I do??? Harry was becoming worried. Voldemort again? Harry wasn't sure he wanted to fight him again after he killed Cedric.
Mr. Potter. We know you don't want to face the Dark Lord yet again. We don't believe that Voldemort has found it yet. We hope to avoid him completely. Harry, you must retrieve it before he does.
What is it? What must I retrieve? Harry was getting confused again.
The Sword of course! Gryffindor had two swords. One, he carried around when he had to battle, but he made a second one. This one he cast spells on. Two spells, as a matter of fact. Harry listened intently. One was that when the Dark Lord or any person of Dark doings would use the Sword for evil, and use it to kill. The other, was to protect his heir. But it would only protect the heir if he was the one to defeat the Dark Lord. In both scenarios, you are the one to obtain the Sword. Harry, you are the chosen one to defeat the Dark Lord. Harry, again, was speechless. He never thought he would defeat the Dark Lord. Now, you don't have to accept this quest. Though the world may be doomed without you.
Harry didn't have to think about this. I accept. He stood up when he said this, determination in his eyes. When do I start?
Wendaria will give you the rest of the information. Thank-you Mr. Potter.
Come on Harry, time to go. Wendy grabbed Harry's wrist and they orbed back to the classroom. Harry didn't feel sick this time. I must be gettin used to it, he thought.
Wait, I thought you couldn't orb in Hogwarts, Harry was confused again.
Nevermind that. We need to talk about the quest. Harry nodded. You do know that there is much danger in this? Harry nodded once more. I mean, Harry, you could die.