Harry found an empty compartment on the train. He didn't really know what
he was going to do with himself. Ron and Hermione were going to be in the
Prefect's compartment, and he couldn't go find Cho. He took out his
Quiddich Through the Ages, and prepared to read it for the hundredth time.
"I really need more books." He sighed.
"Talking to ourselves, are we, Potter?"
Harry looked up. Malfoy was standing there, flanked by his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle.
"Go away." Harry said. "You know what happened to your father. I can make it happen to you."
Malfoy's face went red. "You don't know what's going on, Potter! There's more to this than meets the eye. And our fathers will be the first men to escape from Azkaban twice."
Harry stood up. "They didn't escape, they were let out. And it isn't Dementors anymore, I killed all of them, remember? They have even better security. So I wouldn't bet on it." He closed the door in their faces, and sat back down, fuming.
He was hoping some of his friends would come in soon, but no one did. The snack witch came and went, and still no one came. Harry almost fell asleep. His eyes were closed when he heard the latch open on the door. He opened on eye.
"Hey guys. What were you planning to do to me?" He asked without opening his eyes.
Seamus, Dean, and Neville spun around. "Err, nothing, Harry!"
Harry sat up. "What's behind your back?"
They showed him. "Fred and George's new inventory. This one makes them fart uncontrollably for twenty minutes, and this one makes them sprout antennae." Seamus said.
"We were trying to give them to first years, but this was so perfect!" Dean said.
Harry laughed. "Good try, though. C'mon, sit down. No ones been here the whole trip, except Malfoy."
They sat down and proceeded to eat most of the candy Harry had bought from the snack witch.
"So, Harry, what did you do this summer?" Neville asked.
"I was working at the Ministry. It's not looking so great, but it's getting there. What about you guys?"
"I was in Canada with my grandma." Neville said.
"I stayed at home, my dad lost his job at the Ministry after everything happened." Seamus said.
"Yeah, I stayed at home too."
Harry sat up straight. "He lost his job? Why would they fire the staff? We spent so much time and effort hiring new people!"
Seamus shrugged.
Harry thought about that. "I'll get Cho to check that out. What was your dad's job?"
"Security guard." Seamus mumbled. He seemed embarrassed about it.
"Oh, that makes sense, there was no need for security, there was nothing to guard. I'm sure he's get it back. But I'll get Cho to check anyway."
"Cho Chang? She works at the Ministry?" Dean asked.
Harry nodded. "She's Ministry Assistant."
They all nodded in recognition and dropped the subject. "Hey, do you guys know who Head Boy and Girl are?" Harry asked, changing the subject. "It has to be one of the prefects, right?"
Neville shook his head. "My grandma said it could be anyone in our year, it just usually is a prefect because the staff already know they can lead."
They talked about school for the rest of the ride, joking and laughing.
Just after nightfall, they pulled into the station. Harry walked on to the platform and glanced at the Thestrals. He was sure they would look bigger, brighter, stronger, after all the death he had seen.
He found Ron and Hermione in a carriage, and sat down with them. "Do you guys know ho the Head Boy and Girl are?" He asked once they'd settled.
Hermione shrugged. "I don't know the head boy, but I'm Head Girl!"
Harry grinned. "Congratulations, Hermione!"
He glanced at Ron, who didn't look particularly happy. "Umm, I'm sorry you didn't get Head Boy, Ron."
Ron looked up and smiled. "It's okay. I got prefect, and I'm on the Quiddich team. That's good enough for me!"
Harry smiled back. He was glad Ron wasn't bitter, he just wanted to know who Head Boy was.
They walked in to the Great Hall and sat down. "It's good to be back, but I think I'm going to miss Grimmauld Place." Harry laughed.
The first years came in, and Harry watched them be sorted. He leaned to Ron. "Do you realize this is our last Sorting?" He said. Ron nodded.
"You'll probably be back, Harry. You're bound to be Defense Teacher again." Harry shrugged.
"Maybe."
After the sorting, Dumbledore stood up for his speech. "Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls. I would like to welcome you to another year at Hogwarts!"
Everyone cheered, and Dumbledore smiled. "I would like to introduce you to your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Lupin."
"Hey!" Ron said. Everyone laughed. Harry was confused, too. Why hadn't Moony told them?
"As I was saying, Mr. Weasley, some of your parents may be unsure of Professor Lupin's teaching ability, but I assure you, he is the best teacher you could have."
"Hear, hear!" Harry and Ron shouted. Lupin laughed.
"As you all know, the Forbidden Forest is off limits to all students, and all products made by Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes are considered dangerous, and, much to my dismay, banned from the schools grounds. You may see the full list of forbidden items on the door of Mr. Filch's office. And I promise I'll work on the Weasley's Wheezes. I enjoy them as much as you do. Now, eat!"
Food appeared on the table, and Harry sighed with relief. "Everything is as it should be." He thought.
Harry looked up to see Professor McGonagall walking towards him. "Mr. Potter, please see Professor Dumbledore in his office after dinner, thank you."
She walked away. Harry shrugged away the look he was getting from Hermione.
After the meal Harry walked to Dumbledore's office. The door was open, waiting for him. He walked in to see Dumbledore sitting behind his desk, waiting for him.
"Hello, Professor."
"Hello, Harry. Please, sit down."
Harry did, and Fawkes perched on his knee.
"As I'm sure you've discovered, we have not assigned a Head Boy yet." Harry nodded. "Usually, the Head Boy is a prefect, but we were not satisfied with any of your years prefects. We have decided that you should be Head Boy. You have shown more leadership than all of the prefects combined, and you would be a wonderful Head Boy. Do you wish to accept the position?"
Harry was a little shocked, but he nodded. "Thank you, sir."
Dumbledore smiled. "Now go spend some time with your friends."
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"I really need more books." He sighed.
"Talking to ourselves, are we, Potter?"
Harry looked up. Malfoy was standing there, flanked by his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle.
"Go away." Harry said. "You know what happened to your father. I can make it happen to you."
Malfoy's face went red. "You don't know what's going on, Potter! There's more to this than meets the eye. And our fathers will be the first men to escape from Azkaban twice."
Harry stood up. "They didn't escape, they were let out. And it isn't Dementors anymore, I killed all of them, remember? They have even better security. So I wouldn't bet on it." He closed the door in their faces, and sat back down, fuming.
He was hoping some of his friends would come in soon, but no one did. The snack witch came and went, and still no one came. Harry almost fell asleep. His eyes were closed when he heard the latch open on the door. He opened on eye.
"Hey guys. What were you planning to do to me?" He asked without opening his eyes.
Seamus, Dean, and Neville spun around. "Err, nothing, Harry!"
Harry sat up. "What's behind your back?"
They showed him. "Fred and George's new inventory. This one makes them fart uncontrollably for twenty minutes, and this one makes them sprout antennae." Seamus said.
"We were trying to give them to first years, but this was so perfect!" Dean said.
Harry laughed. "Good try, though. C'mon, sit down. No ones been here the whole trip, except Malfoy."
They sat down and proceeded to eat most of the candy Harry had bought from the snack witch.
"So, Harry, what did you do this summer?" Neville asked.
"I was working at the Ministry. It's not looking so great, but it's getting there. What about you guys?"
"I was in Canada with my grandma." Neville said.
"I stayed at home, my dad lost his job at the Ministry after everything happened." Seamus said.
"Yeah, I stayed at home too."
Harry sat up straight. "He lost his job? Why would they fire the staff? We spent so much time and effort hiring new people!"
Seamus shrugged.
Harry thought about that. "I'll get Cho to check that out. What was your dad's job?"
"Security guard." Seamus mumbled. He seemed embarrassed about it.
"Oh, that makes sense, there was no need for security, there was nothing to guard. I'm sure he's get it back. But I'll get Cho to check anyway."
"Cho Chang? She works at the Ministry?" Dean asked.
Harry nodded. "She's Ministry Assistant."
They all nodded in recognition and dropped the subject. "Hey, do you guys know who Head Boy and Girl are?" Harry asked, changing the subject. "It has to be one of the prefects, right?"
Neville shook his head. "My grandma said it could be anyone in our year, it just usually is a prefect because the staff already know they can lead."
They talked about school for the rest of the ride, joking and laughing.
Just after nightfall, they pulled into the station. Harry walked on to the platform and glanced at the Thestrals. He was sure they would look bigger, brighter, stronger, after all the death he had seen.
He found Ron and Hermione in a carriage, and sat down with them. "Do you guys know ho the Head Boy and Girl are?" He asked once they'd settled.
Hermione shrugged. "I don't know the head boy, but I'm Head Girl!"
Harry grinned. "Congratulations, Hermione!"
He glanced at Ron, who didn't look particularly happy. "Umm, I'm sorry you didn't get Head Boy, Ron."
Ron looked up and smiled. "It's okay. I got prefect, and I'm on the Quiddich team. That's good enough for me!"
Harry smiled back. He was glad Ron wasn't bitter, he just wanted to know who Head Boy was.
They walked in to the Great Hall and sat down. "It's good to be back, but I think I'm going to miss Grimmauld Place." Harry laughed.
The first years came in, and Harry watched them be sorted. He leaned to Ron. "Do you realize this is our last Sorting?" He said. Ron nodded.
"You'll probably be back, Harry. You're bound to be Defense Teacher again." Harry shrugged.
"Maybe."
After the sorting, Dumbledore stood up for his speech. "Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls. I would like to welcome you to another year at Hogwarts!"
Everyone cheered, and Dumbledore smiled. "I would like to introduce you to your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Lupin."
"Hey!" Ron said. Everyone laughed. Harry was confused, too. Why hadn't Moony told them?
"As I was saying, Mr. Weasley, some of your parents may be unsure of Professor Lupin's teaching ability, but I assure you, he is the best teacher you could have."
"Hear, hear!" Harry and Ron shouted. Lupin laughed.
"As you all know, the Forbidden Forest is off limits to all students, and all products made by Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes are considered dangerous, and, much to my dismay, banned from the schools grounds. You may see the full list of forbidden items on the door of Mr. Filch's office. And I promise I'll work on the Weasley's Wheezes. I enjoy them as much as you do. Now, eat!"
Food appeared on the table, and Harry sighed with relief. "Everything is as it should be." He thought.
Harry looked up to see Professor McGonagall walking towards him. "Mr. Potter, please see Professor Dumbledore in his office after dinner, thank you."
She walked away. Harry shrugged away the look he was getting from Hermione.
After the meal Harry walked to Dumbledore's office. The door was open, waiting for him. He walked in to see Dumbledore sitting behind his desk, waiting for him.
"Hello, Professor."
"Hello, Harry. Please, sit down."
Harry did, and Fawkes perched on his knee.
"As I'm sure you've discovered, we have not assigned a Head Boy yet." Harry nodded. "Usually, the Head Boy is a prefect, but we were not satisfied with any of your years prefects. We have decided that you should be Head Boy. You have shown more leadership than all of the prefects combined, and you would be a wonderful Head Boy. Do you wish to accept the position?"
Harry was a little shocked, but he nodded. "Thank you, sir."
Dumbledore smiled. "Now go spend some time with your friends."
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thanks for all the reviews, they're making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, but c'mon people! My newest fiction, After the Deed, has two chapters, and it has the same number of reviews! Let's get cracking!
Anyhow, thanks for all the reviews!
-unolimbo