Chapter 17: Time Jumping is Easy Like a Sunday Morning
A/n: Sorry it's been forever. I'll try to update sooner next time, though we know that'll never happen.
Disclaimer: Doesn't belong to me, but to JK Rowling. (However, Wendy owns Larry Potter and IM Bowling.) Kind of like stuff from Book 5, but not really. The prophecy's aren't the same. I don't own Orlando Bloom, Peter Pan, a couple of songs, or Cheers. But God, if I could own Orlando... Aren't pirates and elves sexy?
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Harry quickly jumped out of bed, too quickly, causing him to be dizzy. He what?
He wants to talk to you. You know. Chat, babble, speak, voice, tell –
Okay, I get it. He yawned and stretched out his arms. He felt that he had left part of his body back in Latinland and was in a daze as he took Wendy's hand and orbed to Dumbledore's office. He finally was shaken awake when he found Professor Dumbledore sitting at his desk eating a Klondike Bar.
Ah, Harry, he said, licking a chocolate smudge off his lips. Would you like a glass of water? You look thirsty. Harry nodded and took a full glass that was already waiting for him on the desk. Harry gulped half of it just as Wendy reached for the Klondike Bar box Dumbledore had stashed by his side. Excuse me, Professor Halliwell, but what would you do for a Klondike Bar? he asked inquisitively, making her pull away slightly.
Wendy thought for a moment as Harry took a smaller sip of water. I'd kiss Snape. Water sprayed all over Dumbledore's desk from Harry's mouth.
he muttered, a look of sheer disgust covering his face.
I won't put you through that torture, here, take a bar. In fact, take the whole box. He handed her the box, and she raised her free arm in triumph. Dumbledore and Wendy proceeded to eat their Klondike Bars in silence.
Finally Harry realized something was missing from the room. Where are the others?
Wha odders? Wendy asked, mouth full and fingers sticky.
Sirius, Lupin, Belle? Didn't they come with us?
Wendy swallowed and gave him a strange look. Weren't you listening back at my place? Harry shrugged. I said they couldn't come with us.
A short silence followed and Dumbledore looked expectantly at Harry. When you and Belle came late last night... What was it that you wanted to talk about, Harry? he asked kindly.
Last night, Wendy and I were getting my Sword from my room when she accidentally let slip that there's a prophecy about me.
He raised his eyebrow. She did, did she? Wendy blushed and gingerly took another bite of her Klondike Bar.
Yeah, and I was just wondering why she couldn't tell me what it was.
And you were possibly hoping that I would tell you what it was? Harry nodded. The only people who know of this prophecy are Wendy, the Elders, and myself. Harry heard Wendy mumble something about Elders are freaking all knowing.' Dumbledore continued. The Dark Lord himself does not even know, though perhaps he's figured out that you are the Heir. Yet it is not the right time for you to know. It's still too early.
I'm not sure I understand. Wendy said that I wasn't supposed to defeat the Dark Lord until... Well, I don't know when because that's when she realized what she just told me. Now you're telling me the same thing. What is it? What can't I know?
Dumbledore grinned. Why? What was he grinning? There is a time for everything, Harry.
But no, Harry wasn't satisfied with that answer. Why couldn't I have just brought my Sword in here last night and killed Wormtail while he was probably still at the bottom of the stairs, just watching us find Neville's body?
Harry, he just said that there is a time for everything. When he says a wise sounding sentence like that, he's usually right.
Harry glanced at Wendy, then back to Dumbledore. I know this wasn't the information you were looking for, but this is all I can give you for now. For now? Harry thought. That has to mean he'll tell me more later...
Professor, where is Minerva? Wendy asked.
Right now she is at the Ministry with Odelia and Falthin. There is much to straighten out, now that Lucius Malfoy is demanding to become Minister. I still have much faith that Minerva will pull through.
Professor Dumbledore, Harry said, If you don't mind me asking, but what's going to happen to her teaching job if she's going to be the Minister?
She will finish out the year, since there are only a few months left. And then I'll find a replacement over the summer.
Come on, Harry, we should probably go back to my place now. Oh, Professor, when do you think we can go about having classes again? Wendy asked, somewhat grudgingly.
Before supper. The castle is being searched for Peter, though I'm positive he wouldn't have stuck around this long. Both Wendy and Harry nodded and stood up to orb away. By the way, Harry, it was wise of you not to bring your Sword with you last night, Dumbledore added as he found himself surrounded in swirling white lights.
They quickly landed in Wendy's place, Harry's room to be exact. Wendy, was he hinting something to me? It was wise of me not to bring my Sword?
Um, I think I just shouldn't talk to you anymore. Whenever I do, I let things slip. Bad Wendy! She hit her forehead.
Fine then. Harry looked around. It seemed that the others were in the living room. But Wendy, we already know I'm the one to defeat the Dark Lord. What does it matter my timing?
Oh, it matters, she said, taking out yet another Klondike Bar. Okay, do you remember when the Elders first told you about the Sword? Harry tried to recall that day several months ago. They told you that it would protect you because you were the Heir and destined to defeat the Dark Lord. Do you remember the other part?
Harry paused. Something about the Dark Lord using it for evil. Wendy nodded. But if it's supposed to protect me, then how can he use it for evil?
Timing, Harry. Timing. Harry sat down on the bed and rubbed the remaining sleep from his eyes. I know it's frustrating. But you can't make the prophecy happen – you have to let it happen.
Harry paused. Wow, Wendy, you almost sounded smart.
I know, it's really scary. I've been doing that a lot lately.
You should do something stupid to make up for it.
Good idea. Hey, Sirius... Wendy held a mischievous grin on her face and exited the room. Harry lay back down on the bed. Timing. It was all about timing. Harry didn't want to just let it happen. He wanted it done, and he wanted it done now. And why was it wise of him not to bring his Sword?
OUCH! WENDY, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! could be heard from the living room. Harry shook himself from his previous thoughts and stuck his head out the door. He found Sirius sitting on the chair, his hands gripping the arms. Wendy was standing behind him, her hands up in the air. Sirius had two squished tomatoes on him; one sitting in his lap and the other on top of his head, and a large bruise forming on his forehead.
Wendy, what did you do? Harry asked, moving to the couch.
I was juggling tomatoes over Siri's head and they kind of fell... Wendy said, biting her lip, yet a mischievous twinkle in her eye was existent.
Then why does have a bruise on his forehead? Harry asked.
Okay, so maybe it was two tomatoes and an apple. Sirius slowly turned his head and glared angrily at his wife. Well, then, Harry, I just did something stupid to make up for it!
Oh, I wouldn't say it was stupid, smiled Remus, it was quite entertaining.
Why, thank-you! she replied, taking a bow. But that means I still have to do something stupid. A look of deep thought crossed her face before the light bulb went on. Her face brightened up for a moment just before she ran straight into the wall.
Now that was stupid, Remus said. And it's even better than your first plan because now both you and Sirius have bruises on your heads.
Here here! said Ron, his eyes still suctioned to the TV screen.
Wendy rubbed her head. Remus, I'm going to go back and talk to Dumbledore again. About Belle, and Harry, too. I'll just be right back. She orbed away.
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It had been an hour or so when McGonagall knocked at the door and told them it was safe to go to dinner. She spoke quickly and gave no one a chance to reply. Sirius transformed into a dog and everyone slowly met up with a few others from Gryffindor, and finally reached the Great Hall. It was swarming with confused students and urgent whispers.
Harry took his seat next to Ron and across from Hermione, and he noticed Wendy sitting up at the Head Table. She was trying to catch his attention. He ran over to her.
We need to talk after dinner, Hare Bear. We can't talk here, she said, eyeing the other students. Quick, go back to your seat. Dumbledore has a lot of stuff to announce.
Harry nodded and made his way around the remaining students who hadn't yet sat down. They soon found their seats as Dumbledore stood. Many of you are wondering why we have canceled classes today, and why members of the Ministry are still here. The answer is not easy, I can assure you, for I had quite a predicament myself trying to find it. They believed that the murderer of Professor Trelawney, Minister Fudge, and Neville Longbottom was still on the premises. That notion, however, has been dismissed. They will still be monitoring the halls for your safety. Harry noticed Fred, George, and Lee beginning to whisper amongst themselves. And you are probably wondering about who will become the next Minister. I will admit, this is a rare case, and under these circumstances the Ministry was frantic this morning. But they have reached a decision, and our very own Professor McGonagall is to become to next Minister of Magic. A loud uproar of applause broke out from the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff tables, while a few claps seeped through from the Slytherin side. Dumbledore continued when the clapping ceased. She will finish out the school year before taking on the position full time. Next year our Transfiguration classes will be taught by Professor Halliwell. Another, shorter applause broke out.
Wendy rose. Thank-you, thank-you. I will be looking forward to –
Please, Professor, Dumbledore interrupted, no speech is required. Wendy blushed and slowly sat back down. So, now, with these thoughts resting on our minds, let the food rest in our stomachs! Food appeared on all the tables, marking the beginning of supper. After what only seemed like a few minutes to Harry, Wendy was tapping on his shoulder, tilting her head towards the door. Harry nodded, swallowed his last lump of food, and followed her out into the empty hall, where she orbed him into Dumbledore's office.
What's this about, Wendy? Harry asked, moving to stroke Fawkes feathers. Couldn't you have just told me at dinner?
Can you hold on a second? Wendy sighed and began rummaging through Dumbledore's desk.
Wendy, what in the world are you doing?
Looking for more Klondike Bars. she replied casually, as if she rummaged through Dumbledore's – one of the greatest wizards of all time – desk was completely normal. He has to have more around here somewhere...
Wendy, can you just get on with what you are supposed to tell me? Harry was beginning to grow impatient. He brushed the hair out of his eyes as Fawkes cawed loudly.
All right, already. Aha! She was on her knees, checking the bottom most, right drawer when she finally pulled out a box of unopened Klondike Bars. Mmm, Klondiky goodness... She stood up, then plopped down in Dumbledore's chair, lifting her feet up to rest on his desk. Okay, so here's the deal, she said just after taking a large bite and swallowing. I, and when I say I,' I mean me, Dumbledore, and the Elders, think that you should start studying to become an Animagus. But you'd have to do it in secret, like, I mean, we wouldn't register you.
Why not? Harry didn't mind the fact of becoming an Animagus. His father, Sirius, and McGonagall were all Animagus; all people he respected. And he was confident that he could do it, despite the fact that becoming an Animagus was very complex magic. But how could he do it without the support of his friends or Sirius?
Why not? Because Voldemort has a good chance of seeing those records.
Oh. Right.
Wendy licked her fingers. She had already downed her first bar. Are you sure you're up to the challenge? I mean, O.W.L.s are coming up soon, you know.
Yeah, and Hermione will have me studying like crazy. He sighed. This was something he really wanted to do, and from the look of importance on Wendy's face, he knew it was something he had to do. I can do it, Wendy.
Are you sure?
Really? Cause I –
Wendy, I'm sure, he interrupted. But he didn't feel like talking too much on this subject. He knew it would all he thought about in the coming months. He smirked suddenly. So... You'll be getting McGonagall's spot?
Wendy blushed. Yes! I can't believe Dumbledore thinks I can fill her shoes. But she will make a great Minister. Or would it be Ministress? Haha, Ministress. That's so funny sounding. She paused; a look of deep thought covering her face. Harry practically saw a light bulb pop out of her head as soon as her face lit up with excitement. Oh, Hare Bear, I just got the most brilliant idea! I have to go, but Dumbledore should be here soon if you want to talk to him further on this. She waved to Harry as she ran out the door, still gripping her Klondike Bar box tightly in her fist.
Harry grabbed the wrappers from the bars that Wendy had already eaten to throw them away and headed out the door, at a much slower pace than Wendy's. He didn't need to stay and talk to Dumbledore. Everything he needed to know he already knew. He didn't care the real reason why he needed to become an Animagi, perhaps it was obvious. It would always come in handy in the future.
His thoughts were quickly broken by some rather off key singing. He rounded a corner and saw Wendy passing out flyers while Fred and George stood nearby and sang.
Wendy, what are you doing? he asked, oddly eyeing Fred and George.
THAT'S WHY I'M EASY! EASY LIKE A SUNDAY MORNING!
Oh, just sending around these flyers, she replied, as if this was a normal thing around Hogwarts School.
THAT'S WHY I'M EASY! EASY LIKE A SUNDAY MORNING!
Harry grabbed one of the flyers. It was printed on bright pink paper and had magicked the words into moving around the page. There was a large picture of Professor McGonagall in the middle, in which the words scattered around. It read:
Here ye, here ye!
Our dearest Professor Minerva McGonagall, will soon be leaving us!
She has accepted the position of Ministress of Magic, and Professor Wendaria Halliwell shall fill her previous job.
You are cordially invited to attend the good-bye party for the new Ministress!
The occasion will be held during the week of exams!
Yes, that's what I said.
THE WHOLE WEEK OF EXAMS!
Um, Wendy? Harry looked up after reading it.
I don't think Dumbledore or McGonagall will –
EASY LIKE A SUNDAY MORNING!
Oh, will you two shut-up already! Both of the twins stopped singing abruptly, looking deeply hurt. Fred whispered something into George's ear; and George nodded. Both of them turned around and faced the other direction, and crossed their arms stubbornly. Harry shook his head. Like I was saying, Dumbledore and McGonagall will – Fred and George, loud humming is annoying too! – anyway, they won't appreciate this party week all during exams.
Won't they?
I doubt it. But, hey, if they do, more power to you! Harry stuffed the flyer in his pocket as Wendy began to shout and hand out the flyers again. It seemed most people were coming to see what the strange singing was about, and just happened to pick up a flyer. Now that the singing and humming had stopped, the whistling was beginning and still drew people near.
Harry chuckled as some confused first years from Ravenclaw gawked at Fred and George awkwardly. He finally left, and when the singing had drifted away to silence, decided that he should go to sleep, and hopefully not dream of the Wizard of Latinland.
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That night, Wendy orbed into Dumbledore's office, where he sat at his desk. Professor Dumbledore, she said. Harry agreed.
He nodded solemnly. Good. I knew he wouldn't refuse. And you believe he truly wants to go through with this? Wendy nodded. I simply hope he will find the time to study this summer. His aunt and uncle will most certainly not approve of what he may have to do.
I thought about that. And the Elders and I have come up with a few plans...
Now –
Oh, don't worry, they are perfectly safe. There will be absolutely no harm done to them. Honest. Cross my heart and kiss my elbow.
It's not possible to kiss your elbow.
Oh, you know what I mean! Wendy rolled her eyes. So, how are the lessons with Belle going? she asked.
Belle is doing remarkable. I knew once she confronted her past her powers would come out.
So I was right? She is a powerful witch, Wendy added smugly. Ever since the Elders told me that she was a future Elder and since I discovered she got premonitions, I knew she would be. She's doing very well, you say?
Incredible. She holds greater power than I had imagined. In the mere months that I've been teaching her she's already at the level of a fourth year student, in some areas up to a sixth. But we are still not to tell anyone. Harry can't even know...
Don't worry, Professor, I won't tell him.
You already told him enough about the Prophecy... he muttered.
What was that?
Nothing. Here, have another box of Klondike Bars, he said, pulling them out from his desk. Wendy grabbed them quickly and headed for the door. Oh, and Wendy? She turned around, looking intently at him. I'm all right with the party during exams week, but it seems Minerva is against it. I'm sorry.
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~SEVERAL MONTHS LATER~
Harry lay on his bed, closing his book. He had finished his last bit of summer homework. It wasn't something he chose to do, but something he was forced to do, considering Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon barely allowed him outside his room.
Just as he shoved his book under his bed, Hedwig hooted through his window, carrying several letters. She was quickly followed by a few other owls, each carrying small and medium sized packages. Birthday presents... Harry thought.
He stroked Hedwig's beak before taking her letters. The other owl's dropped the boxes onto Harry's bed, and delightfully helped themselves to Hedwig's food and water, much to her dismay. He opened the first letter. There was a picture with it, which he looked at first. It was a wedding party; Cadance and Charlie's wedding. A glowing Cadance smiled happily with Charlie Weasley ignoring the camera, looking only at his new wife. The other Weasley kids all waved excitedly at Harry, along with a teary eyed Mrs. Weasley. Hermione was also there, waving along beside Ron and Ginny (who was blushing). Wendy and Sirius were also there, or Wendy and Snuffles. Remus stood cheerily next to Snuffles, holding Belle in his arms. There was also someone Harry didn't recognize smiling in the picture. She was a short woman, with red hair and green eyes, and appeared to be bouncy. She was wearing Mickey Mouse ears on her head. It was probably one of Wendy and Cadance's friends...
He set the picture on the table by his bed, and scanned through the other letters. They were from Ron and Hermione. Ron's read:
Hey Harry!
I'm sorry you've got to be cooped up with those crazed Muggles for your sixteenth birthday. I hope our presents can make up for it. Mum wants me to apologize for what I sent... See, I think Fred and George took the real present. It was a subscription to Quidditch Weekly. I don't know if you'll ever get it, but hey it's the thought that counts? Right. Anyway. I hope you like your other presents. But, nevertheless... HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
It's too bad you couldn't have come to Charlie's wedding. It was a blast! That Cadance really isn't as crazy as we thought. Well... Whatever she isn't Cati is. You'll have to meet Cati. But, anyway... Wow, so much has happened that I can't even begin to tell you about it! Something happened at Charlie's wedding that I'm dying to tell someone about. I'm not going to write it here, though, because Fred keeps reading over my shoulder. Well, I hope to see you soon. Wendy's got this plan to get you out of there, so I'm not so sure if it will work. But oh well.
Happy Birthday,
Ron
Setting Ron's letter down, he scanned over Hermione's, which said about the same thing, only in neater handwriting, no references to a something that happened at Charlie's wedding, but Fred was also reading over her shoulder. Finally he opened up his box of presents to find a large, messily frosted cake that read Happy 16th Harry on top along with the signatures from the Weasleys, Hermione, Wendy, Sirius, Remus and Belle. As quickly as he could, he grabbed a handful of cake and stuffed it into his mouth. It was quite tasty... Also in the box he found footie pajamas and a metal slinky. It was no wonder Ron's mum wanted him to apologize.
He shook his head and shoved everything aside, grabbing the next letter and peeling it open. It was from Wendy.
Dearest Harry,
How we've missed you ever so much! Tis such a shame that you must be parted from us over the summer holidays. Okay, enough with the weird talk. It sucks that you're gone. I'm surprised you never called for me to come get you! I can orb, you know!
Then why didn't you just orb to me? Crazy Whitelighters.
But that doesn't matter. I've got a plan of action that's taken me all summer to think of. And it should get you out of there on your birthday. Hence, I've titled it: the Birthday Breakaway. Clever, no? Anyway, let's just say that you've been a naughty boy at school and you have a few too many unserved detentions. And Professor is just insisting on taking you to school early and giving you a proper punishment... Of course there will be no real punishing involved and we'll be taking you to my new summer home, with Snuffles, Remus, and Belle of course. We're really close to the Weasleys so don't worry. But I really think this plan will work, don't you think? If not we might just have to sneak you out your window again.
If, no, when. When we get you out there's several plans that I need to address to you. And there's something very important I must tell you! I can't wait until you hear it.
Until your birthday, Hare bear!
~Wendy the Witty Whitelighter
Harry rolled his eyes. Oh boy, he thought. Wendy's coming today. And she'll probably be here any minute. I guess I better start packing up everything.
He quietly slid all of his homework and new letters into his trunk for school, along with his new presents, excluding his cake. That, he wanted to eat. Hedwig had managed to shoo the other owls out of her cage, and they sat pleasantly on Harry's windowsill. Harry locked Hedwig into her cage, causing an angry hoot to rumble from her throat. Oh, you hush up, he mumbled.
Suddenly he heard the doorbell ring. Professor must be here. Harry hustled out of his room and started down the stairs. He stood on the bottom step when Uncle Vernon opened the door, muttering something about good for nothing door to door salespeople. Harry's uncle was quite shocked when a crisp, angry looking, gray-haired older woman briskly walked through the door, knocking him aside slightly as she brushed by.
Harry had to keep himself from laughing. Not only was Professor Williams none other than Professor McGonagall, but Uncle Vernon was turning purple.
I wish to have Mr. Harry Potter removed from the premises at once! McGonagall demanded.
And what in name of Queen Elizabeth is the reason? Uncle Vernon asked, shooting daggers at his nephew, drawing the attention of Aunt Petunia and Dudley.
He is a troublemaker! McGonagall shouted, pointing her finger at Harry. Detentions up the wazoo, and none of them have been served!
What's this, now? Aunt Petunia asked with great interest. Unserved detentions?
That is correct. And I insist on taking him this instant back to school and punish him properly. If Harry hadn't known better, he would have been frightened.
Yet he noticed McGonagall giving him funny looks. Then he realized... He had to play along! If he didn't know about the plan then he wouldn't be acting this way to the news. That's crazy, Professor Williams. I've served all the detentions that I've gotten.
Oh, no! Don't give me any of that. You know very well that you didn't go see Professors Donald, Gannet, Kalinka, Zarb–
Okay, so I served some of the detentions I got...
She looked at him. Mm-hmm, that's what I thought. She raised her eyebrow. Now you have a lot of explaining to do that I'm sure Professor Snape would love to hear about.
Professor Snape? No! Please, anything but him, Harry pleaded. Snape wasn't part of the plan... McGonagall must be messing with him.
Yes, Professor Snape. How else do you think you'll make up for your punishments?
Oh no, please, he's the worst person to ever walk on the face of the earth. He hates me! You know that. Great acting, he thought. I'd like to thank the academy... Besides, I'm sure my aunt and uncle wouldn't want me to go to magic school early.
Petunia shot Vernon a look. Vernon said, I would not be opposed to a formal punishment. Obviously this boy means trouble. Please, by all means, punish him. Harry wanted to shout at him. Oh Uncle Vernon, you look like the bum of a large cow. You don't care that I'll be How cruel. Harry was quickly grabbed firmly by the forearm down the stairs. His trunk is upstairs.
McGonagall nodded and headed up stairs, and soon returned with his trunk, Hedwig, and cake floating down the stairs behind her. The Dursleys stared at her in disgust. Oh, it's only a charm. Well, Mr. Potter, we best get going. The train ride will be the last moment of happiness you'll be experiencing...
Uncle Vernon practically tossed Harry out of the door, and once McGonagall and Harry's things were outside, he slammed the door shut.
Harry, that was some marvelous acting if I do say so myself. It's good to see you, McGonagall said in her normal voice.
It's good to see you too, Professor. I mean Ministress. Wow, that's going to be hard to get used to. McGonagall nodded her head, and she and Harry pretended to carry Harry's trunk (so the neighbors wouldn't freak out) to a car that was parked in front of the house. Ministress, why did we have to use all those fake names?
Oh, who knows. It is Wendy's plan, though. You know her...
They put the trunk in the back, and brought Hedwig and his cake with him. He opened the door and found Wendy to greet him in the back seat, enveloping him in an incredible bear hug. she shouted. Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh! It's been so long! And happy birthday. Aw, my little Hare Bear is sixteen already. I can't believe it.
She took a moment to look Harry over as he stepped into the car, and Harry did the same. He noticed that Wendy had gained a little weight, but nothing serious. She looked at him as if she might cry.
He looked back at her expectantly, waiting for her to say something. She finally caught on. she asked. Is there something on my face?
he replied, It's just that in your letter you said you had several plans to clue me in on, not to mention something important.
For a moment, Wendy looked lost, however found her normal smile once again. Oh yeah, well we'll tell you the plans back at my place. But for the important news... A huge smile erupted across her face as she put her right hand to her stomach. Sirius knocked me up.
Harry exclaimed, and Wendy nodded, pulling him in for another hug. That would explain the weight gain, he muttered.
What was that?
Nothing. You look great, Wendy!
Thanks, you too! I know you've certainly gotten taller. The two continued to talk the rest of the car ride until they finally reached Wendy's summer home, just a short distance away from the Weasleys. All the Weasleys are over here anyway. It doesn't matter where they live. They're just always here.
If anything, Harry was especially excited to visit with Ron and Hermione. While he sometimes felt he couldn't get away from them at school, he truly missed them during the long, dreadful summer holiday. He chuckled to himself. Wasn't it odd that summers were dreadful? He wished it didn't have to be that way. But then again, he reminded himself, this was his sixth year of Hogwarts and next summer would be the last with the Dursleys.
And then he would be a free wizard!
So what all did I miss? Harry asked.
Oh! Well, of course there was the whole finding out I was preggers thing, and... Charlie and Cadance's wedding! How could I forget? I wish you could have come. We had a blast! And Ron and... Well, I suppose you'll find out soon, won't you? Um, what else... Belle got all excited one day because it was July 4th. We didn't get it. She was like, Yay! It's the fourth of July,' and we were all, Yeah, July fourth...' And she kept saying fourth of July and how there were supposed to be fireworks. Of course, none of us had any idea what she was talking about. And then Remus and I started to freak out because we thought what if she had a premonition of something exploding and she thought it was fireworks. So, I orbed her up to the Elders. They said it was just an American holiday! Can you believe it? It's like they just picked a random day out of the year and decided to have fireworks.
Um... I think July fourth is their Independence Day.
Oh. Well they should call it something better than the fourth of July, for Merlin's sake! Harry rolled his eyes. At any rate, I orbed Remus and Belle to America cause she had her heart set on fireworks. Harry smiled and nodded. Here we are! Home sweet home.
The car soon stopped in a pebbled driveway and Harry and Wendy stepped out of the car, taking Harry's things. McGonagall rolled down her window in the front seat. Good-bye, Mr. Potter, Professor. I'll be seeing you.
Wendy saluted.
Harry waved good-bye and turned to look at Wendy's summer home. It was a white, Victorian house with three stories and a large veranda. She led Harry inside the great oak door and into the foyer. Siri! Weasleys and Hermione! Remus, Belle! We're here! Wendy hollered.
Soon a conundrum of feet was heard shuffling down the stairs as eight voices greeted Harry at once.
Hey! How's your summer been?
We've missed you so much!
I'm gonna be a father, Harry!
Hi Harry...
Harry! HarryHarryHarryHarryHarryHarry!
How good to see you, my boy!
Simply splendid, ol' chap!
And finally, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! from all of them.
Wow, thanks guys, I didn't expect this much of a greeting.
Come on, Harry, we'll show you up to your room, Ron said, referring to Hermione and helping him carry his trunk. Harry flashed a smile to everyone around him and made his way upstairs. However, one person in particular caught his eye, but he shook it off and followed Ron anyway.
Ron shut the door to the room he would be sharing with Harry. So what's this thing that happened between you too? Harry asked.
Hermione blushed, sitting down on the bed. Ron blushed worse, turning nearly as red as his hair. Hermione began, We kind of... We, um... Harry then noticed that Hermione was holding Ron's hand. ... Sort of, uh, snogged...
You what!? Harry asked, shocked. That's – Whoa, I think I need to sit down. Are you sure?
Yes, we definitely snogged.
So are you guys a couple then?
They turned to face each other, a look of uncertainty on their faces. We don't really know yet, Ron answered. We just kind of snog a lot.
Great, Harry thought. At least he would get to make fun of them about it forever. Though he worried they would never spend any time with him if they were busy snogging away. Hey, I could always just spend my time with Fred and George, but I'd never see them at Hogwarts considering they've graduated. Hm, what about – No, no. But she did look gorgeous downstairs... What am I thinking!? I just can't start hanging out with Ron's little sister all the time, can I?
He didn't have much time to ponder this thought as Wendy called his name from downstairs. I'll be right back, Harry whispered, opening the door.
Ron nodded. Could you, uh, close the door on your way out? Thanks.
Harry didn't want to know what his best friends were going to do behind the door. He tried to shake the image from his mind as he scurried down the stairs, not realizing as he bumped into someone. Oh! Sorry, he said sincerely as he looked up. It was Ginny.
She blushed slightly, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear. Quite all right, she mumbled before running away from him up the stairs.
A peculiar feeling filled inside of him; one that he'd only felt since... Cho Chang. He must be crazy. He couldn't possibly have a crush on Ginny. He refused to believe it. No, it must just be a lack of seeing any girls for so long. That was it, it had to be. Harry was just another sufferer of Horny Teenager Syndrome. *Sigh*
Harry, you coming? she yelled at him again.
Yeah, sorry, he said, entering the room, where he discovered Wendy, Sirius, and Remus all sitting comfortably in the living room. So what's up?
Take a seat. We have much to discuss. Wendy cleared her throat and motioned for Harry to sit down next to her. You now get to hear our plans of action. First things first, though, the smaller one before the bigger one. Plan #1: New Teacher Initiation. Now, I haven't talked to Albus in a while, so I don't know her name yet, but it's a woman, and something will definitely be done to her, Wendy sneered, adding in an evil laugh afterwards.
Sirius leaned over to Harry and whispered, She's felt a little evil lately... I don't know. I think it must have something to do with the pregnancy.
You remember Cadance, right? Wendy asked, not hearing Sirius's comment. You know, the crazy chair exploding one who married Charlie.
Well I'm thinking a real big set of exploding chairs everywhere she goes.
replied Harry, not terribly interested.
Anyway, on to Plan #2: Freeing Sirius.
Harry's ears perked to this information. Freeing Sirius? Freeing Sirius!? Wendy, I know he's your husband now and things have changed but –
No, no listen. A twinkle shone brightly in her brown eyes. Just think about it. Fudge was always for the Dementor's Kiss, especially on Sirius whether he was proven guilty or not. Now that McGonagall's the Ministress, and the head of the Wizengamot, and Dumbledore is on the Wizengamot, then that's some good influence on our part.
But what about actual proof?
That's where you come in. Me? Harry thought. What could I possibly do? She glanced up the stairs, making sure no one was coming, then looked deep into Harry's eyes, whispering, So you're studying to be an Animagus –
Harry looked at Sirius and Remus. I thought that was supposed to be a secret...
It was until the Elders changed their mind. They know, no one else does. So don't go telling all the kids, okay? Harry nodded solemnly. If you become an Animagus, then there's a better chance of us finding Peter.
I don't understand. How is my Animagi form any different from anyone else's? And we don't even know where Voldemort's secret lair is...
Wendy shrugged her shoulders, but winked at Harry. Did she know something no one else knew? She must. And she was probably going to tell Harry later, considering she never kept secrets very well. Harry gave her a curious look. But at any rate, she finally broke the silence in her normal, loud voice, It's like I always say; life is short, so dance naked and wiggle your ass.
Sirius asked, clearly startled. You've never said that before.
Well then it's about time I started, she told Sirius, rather angrily.
It took you one and a half months to come up with that plan? Harry asked.
Well, you know us... can't agree on anything!
That's not true. We –
Wendy looked horror struck. Don't use that tone with me, mister! she exclaimed, her eyes tearing up. I'm sick and tired of you telling me what I say and do not say! And I've had it! With that, she stormed into the kitchen, tears streaming down her face.
Oh God, not the damn mood swings again, Sirius muttered as she passed him. I mean, oh, honey, I'll be right there with some tissues. He jumped up from his seat and chased after her in the kitchen.
Remus said, How's the Animagus studies coming along?
answered Harry, biting his lip. Well, I – I can't say that I've actually... started.
Remus simply laughed. Harry nodded, blushing slightly. Not a problem. Though Wendy will probably want you to before school starts. Well, I better go see what Belle is up to, she's awfully mischievous at times.
Harry soon found himself alone in the large, white living room. His alone time was cut short, however, by a mass of Weasleys coming in through the front door. It was Fred, George, and Arthur. Ginny soon came down the stairs when she heard their voices enter the house.
Harry, my boy! Fred greeted. You must hear this song George and I wrote about the lovely Hogwarts School.
Yes, yes. Indeed, you must!
Ahem, ahem! Fred announced, as Arthur and Ginny took a seat. Harry tried to keep his eyes off Ginny, and could barely restrain himself as she took a seat on the other end of his couch.
Soon Fred and George began to sing.
My Hogwarts, tis of thee,
Sweet school of Wizardry,
of thee I sing.
School where my father's cried –
Hey, I thought you weren't gonna mention that again – Arthur interrupted.
School of the Quidditch pride
From a British mountainside,
Let our owl's hoots ring!
George declared. I must compliment you on your singing, Fred.
Why, thank you, George.
Why, your welcome, Fred.
Why, don't you shut-up now? Ron asked from the bottom of the stairs, Hermione shortly following him. He held Harry's broomstick in his hand. Up for a round of Quidditch, Harry? he asked.
Harry replied, standing up.
We can play in the backyard... Wendy charmed it so no one can see us flying, said a voice from behind Harry. He turned to look at the voice, belonging to Ginny; a sweet, sugary voice that Harry had not noticed before. Her red hair framed her face, yet curved slightly under her chin. Why couldn't Harry look away? He noticed Ginny's face reddening as he continued to stare.
Finally, his gaze was broken when Ron said, We'll meet you outside, gotta go get the Bludgers and whatnot. He led Fred, George, Hermione, and Ginny into the kitchen and assumably out a door leading into the backyard. Arthur had appeared to disappear in the depths of the house. Harry sighed and made his way into the kitchen, noticing Sirius and Wendy by the counter; Sirius arms wrapped around his wife so one hand rested on her stomach and the other entwined in her auburn hair. He whispered something in her ear and she giggled in response. Harry smiled to himself, but instead imagined himself standing there, holding someone else in his arms.
Holding Ginny Weasley in his arms...
* * * * * * *
Harry sat at dinner, picking at his food. Truthfully, he wasn't all that hungry. A lot had been on his mind while he played Quidditch, and had been watching Ginny while he should have been searching for the Snitch. Luckily, he saw it whiz past her ear and he dove for it.
George and Fred had apparently been teaching Ron all summer how to become the next best Beater for the Gryffindor Lions. They winked at him every time someone mentioned Quidditch, or Quidditch tryouts, not to mention that they winked at Harry as well, considering he was still Captain. Harry was quickly reminded of how many people would have to tryout to replace the Chasers and the Beaters; five of which he needed.
It suddenly came to his attention that George and Fred were whispering amongst themselves at the table, casting quick glances in Wendy and Sirius's direction every now and then. He shrugged off their peculiar behavior and finish his glass of pumpkin juice. Finally, George spoke. So, Wendy, Sirius... Do you think you're having a boy or a girl?
They replied at the exact same time, Sirius saying, and Wendy saying, Immediately following this, they gave each other a shocked look, and Fred grinned evilly at his twin.
They think her mood swings are funny... They like to start her off, Ron whispered to Harry, who sat next to him. Harry nodded in response.
You think we're having a boy? Wendy exclaimed. A boy!?
What? You think we're having a girl!
I bet you two galleons that it's a girl, Sirius Orlando Black.
You're on!
Remus said, I really wouldn't bet her on this... Women have this intuition thing. It's eerily right, too.
Forget that, Ginny said. Your middle name is Orlando?
Wendy gleamed. Like Orlando Bloom! The foxiest Elf slash Pirate in all of Movie-Land.
Orlando Bloom? Oh, come on! Sirius rolled his eyes. He's just a stupid actor... Wendy's eyes watered slightly. Oh no, not the crying thing again.
I think I'm fully entitled to do the crying thing if I want to, Siri.
You're right, you're right, I'm sorry! Sirius said, putting his arm around her and massaging her neck.
Wow, you've finally learned how to make it stop! Belle added with a grin.
And it only took you like a billion times.
Sirius stuck out his tongue at the table. Let's talk about girl names, darling, since you believe we are having a daughter.
said Wendy, her tears rapidly drying as a sheepish smile enveloped her face. I was thinking that her middle name should be Lily. And, in the off chance that it is a boy, his middle name should be James.
I like it, he replied. Okay, so name suggestions anyone?
I think it should be Tiger, said Wendy, receiving strange looks from everyone at the table. What!? My name is Wendy, her name is Belle, why not name it Tiger Lily like in Peter Pan?
Um, I veto that one.
I second the veto, said Remus.
Well it was worth a try! Wendy shouted, crossing her arms dramatically. What about for a boy?
How about Woody?
Sure, and we can turn our kitchen into a bar while we're at it. Cheers! Hmm, how about –
Don't say Peter, like from Peter Pan, Sirius warned.
Well, jeez, if I had known you were that discriminatory of Peter Pan I wouldn't have bought you the DVD for your birthday.
If I'd known you were so in love with Orlando Bloom I wouldn't have bought you The Pirates of the Caribbean DVD!
Wendy put her hand to her heart and gasped. Finally, Ron's eyes lit up. What's a DVD!? Though no one paid attention to him, as he always asked about Muggle technology.
Harry added sarcastically. Peter Pettigrew? Wendy shuddered, completely dropping the name Peter from her mind ever again.
Oh my gosh, Hermione interrupted with slight terror, what if you have twins?
The smiles quickly dropped from Remus and Sirius.
Oh that would be wonderful! Wouldn't that be wonderful Siri? Wendy beamed.
Sirius's face was white as snow. Just glorious, dear...
Might as well name them Tweedledee and Tweedledum if it's spawn of Sirius and Wendy... Tweedledum after Sirius, of course. Remus winked at his friend, who once again replied with a sticking out tongue.
Finally Wendy gasped. I have it. I thought of the perfect name. For a girl, that is. If it's a boy, we're screwed.
Well, tell us, Harry urged.
She smiled smugly. Nope. My secret.
Sirius asked meekly. Uh, sweetie? Now, don't cry, but you aren't very good at keeping secrets. Oh, please don't cry, I told you not to; I TOLD YOU NOT TO! Aw, dammit.
I can too keep a secret, she added, wiping her eyes. And I'm not crying... I'm sprinkling. She sniffled. Sirius sighed, rolled his eyes, and passed Wendy the ketchup that seemed to make everything better. She covered her entire plate in a layer of ketchup before taking another bite, everyone looking on in disgust.
After a few more minutes of dinner in (a very odd) silence. Belle took her last bite and said, still chewing food, Dad, Wendy, hurry up I wanna go!
Chew with your mouth closed, Remus politely commanded. I'm almost finished, so go get your things ready. Belle smiled and hurried away out of the dining room. Wendy, you don't mind orbing us to America tonight? I promised Belle we could go for a while.
Not a problem, she said, starting to clear the dishes. Just give me a call when you want to come home.
* * * * * * *
What Wendy didn't tell everyone was that she was meeting with Dumbledore that night. She dropped Remus and Belle off in Belle's hometown for a while, and orbed her way back to Hogwarts Castle, where Dumbledore sat eagerly waiting at his desk. Good evening, he greeted, the white lights of Wendy's orb reflecting off his half moon spectacles. Harry's safely at your summer home, I presume.
He is. Minerva performed wonderfully, as we expected. She took a seat across from him. Hey, you wouldn't happen to have any gummy bears and anchovies, would you? Dumbledore raised his eyebrows at her. she blushed, pregnancy cravings.
He nodded. I much remember my late wife's cravings many years ago. I believe hers was green olives and cream cheese. Wendy's face contorted. My thoughts exactly. Anyway, I called you here to inquire about Harry's studies as – He was interrupted by a knock on the door. Come in, he said.
As Wendy turned when the doorknob clicked open, she viewed a woman of about Wendy's age enter with long dark waves of hair, glimmering red in the firelight of the room. Wendy assumed the woman was about her age (well, at least as old as Wendy looked because she was a Whitelighter, after all). Hello, Professor Dumbledore, I just wanted to let you know that I've arrived, she said, a slight Russian accent echoing in her voice.
Welcome, then, Professor Kovalenko. This is Professor Wendaria Halliwell, our Transfiguration Professor, Dumbledore introduced.
Wendy popped up from her seat to shake the new professor's hand. Just call me Wendy. I'm guessing you're the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.
Professor Kovalenko nodded. Just call me Lena. All right, Lena, Wendy thought. Prepare for exploding chairs... I'll see to my classroom now. Quite lovely to meet you, Wendy.
she responded, barely able to keep the mischievous grin off her face.
Lena smiled and exited the room, shutting the door tightly behind her. As I was saying, Dumbledore continued, how are Harry's studies as an Animagi coming along?
I'm not sure, we haven't had a chance to really talk about it. He's probably got the hang of it, knowing him. He's a smart kid; studies hard.
*Meanwhile, at Wendy's summer house...*
Ron said, two, one!
And Sirius and Harry's Jell-O eating contest commenced.
*Back in Dumbledore's office...*
I wouldn't be surprised if he was running around in his little animal form as we speak, Wendy continued, positive she was right.
And, just for security, how is –
Wendy asked, showing off the eery Whitelighter way to read minds. She and Remus are having fun in America as we speak. I'm picking them up later, which I won't enjoy, let me tell you. There's something about transatlantic orbing that my baby doesn't like. She paused for a moment as she rubbed her gently protruding stomach. A look on Dumbledore's face told her to inquire further. Is there something worrying you about Belle?
He pursed his lips. I'm just not sure I want you to involve her in this plan you've worked up.
Wendy nearly fell over gasping for air. You're telling me this? You of all people? The genius of a wizard who said to a well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure'!? She found the strength to stand up.
That's not it, Professor, he replied calmly. Don't overreact.
I'll overreact if I damn well want to overreact! she shouted, knowing full well that the crying thing' was coming. If you doubt my abilities as a Whitelighter then I guess you can kiss –
Professor, please, he urged, pleading excessively with his eyes. A Wendy slowly sat back down and glared grudgingly back at the Headmaster. I just don't want you to set yourself up for disappointment.
she sniffed, I haven't been myself lately... She wanted to slap herself for just swearing in front of him. It took Wendy a few steady breaths before she could speak in an appropriate manner once again. But I can assure you that I'm not, she finally stated boldly, referring to setting herself up for disappointment.
Dumbledore acquiesced, expect the unexpected.
A/n: Slightly cliffhangerish, I know. There will be more about the new professor in the next chapter, as well as Belle, and Harry's studies. I hope you enjoyed this one, and please REVIEW as always.
~Whitelighter Enchantress