Potter4prez: You'll find out, and no, and no. that's the answers to your
three questions.
Luke etc.: wow, lots of reviews. . . did you just want me to write more? Naughty! I know the headboy thing was predictable, but I thought about it, and I realized that none of the boys who were prefects were really 'head boy material.' So I changed it. Besides, it's fun to write! I don't make the chapters any specific length, just over 1000 words. I just stop when I come to a good place, or I get really bored, and think it's been a while since I posted.
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Harry walked quickly back to the common room. He stopped just outside the door.
"Umm, I'm afraid I don't know the password." He said to the Fat Lady.
She frowned. "I'm sorry, dear boy, but I can't just let any person in without the password, Gryffindor would no longer be safe!"
"But, you know me!" Harry pleaded.
She shook her head. "How do I know you're not some other student, using a potion, or something silly like that? Disgraceful! Whoops!" She said as her painting swung open.
"Oh good, Harry. I've been checking every few minutes for you, you don't know the password, do you?" Hermione asked. Harry grinned and shook his head.
"It's Ebony Black." She said. "What are you so happy about? You look much less grump than usual."
Harry was about to tell her, but frowned, following her inside. "What do you mean, grumpy?" He demanded.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Since fifth year, you have been incredibly grumpy. But you're not anymore, and we're very proud of you. Go on."
Harry sat down in a chair across from Ron and Hermione. He glanced uneasily at Ron, knowing that however much Ron didn't care about being Head Boy, he would still be upset.
"I'm Head Boy." He said.
Hermione smiled "Harry, that's wonderful! Congratulations!"
Ron smiled weakly. "Congrats, mate."
Harry looked at him. "Are you okay with it?"
Ron shrugged. "I knew I wouldn't get it, there's no use in moping."
Hermione grinned at him. "That was very noble of you, Ron. Not like you at all."
Harry laughed. "Now you're trying to make enemies, aren't you?"
Ron laughed. "She doesn't need to try, do you Herm? We hate you plenty already!"
Hermione flushed, but sat tall. "That's a fine way to treat your head girl! You better be careful, or I'll take points off!"
Harry and Ron glanced at each other. "Herm, you don't want to lose points any more than we do."
"Besides, Harry can just put them back on, can't you mate?"
Harry grinned. "Yep."
Hermione sighed loudly. "I'm going upstairs to work." She said, getting up.
"But Herm, it's the first day back!"
Ron shrugged when she didn't answer. "You want to play a game of chess?"
Harry nodded.
"So, Ron, what did you do this summer?" Harry asked, trying to revive his queen, so she could be brought back into the game.
"Nothing much, Herm came over, I worked in Fred and Georges shop for a few weeks, but they fired me." His face went slightly red.
Harry raised his eyebrows.
"I kept breaking stuff. They've got a great location, but it's really small. Every time I went into the back room to pick something up, I would break something, or drop food, or something."
Harry laughed. "What did you and Hermione do? Are you going out?"
Ron blushed deeply. "No." He said quickly. "We're not."
Harry smiled. "Ask her out, mate."
"So Harry, what did you do this summer?" He asked loudly, changing the subject.
Harry shrugged. "I worked, all summer. Made a fair bit of money, at that. It was good, it was actually the most private time of the day. There were so many people at Grimmauld Place, I never got any privacy. I'm hoping it empties out by next summer, otherwise, I'm renting a flat."
"Checkmate." Ron said. "Loser."
Harry laughed. "Sidekick."
"Show off."
"Wimp."
"Shut up, Harry."
"No, you shut up, Ron." Harry laughed. "I'm going to bed. Good night." He got up, and Ron followed him up to the Dorm.
"Ron?" He asked as he fell asleep.
"Mmhmm?" Came the muffled response from the bed beside him.
"This is going to be my best year yet."
"Cheers, mate." Ron laughed, before they both fell asleep.
Harry woke up early the next morning. He got out of bed and walked down to the common room. Just as he got there, he realized that Cho didn't know he was Head Boy.
He sat down and wrote to her.
Dear Cho:
Guess what? I'm Head Boy! Dumbledore said he didn't think any of this year's prefects were up to it. And did you know Moony is the new DADA teacher? I think I'm going to miss that office. . . it was pretty cool. I've been thinking, maybe I should ask Dumbledore if I'm allowed to talk to you by Floo. I mean, if I'm not, I don't want to do it in the middle of the afternoon, or something. I have a period with no class on Thursday, at ten o'clock. I probably should do the homework I'm going to get, but oh well. Can you take your break early, or something? If you can, I'll be waiting in the Gryffindor common room at ten. If not, don't worry, I'll be studying here anyway, it's not like you're going to be leaving me here alone. Well, alone, but not unoccupied!
Love, Harry
He smiled as he read it over. Hermione was right, he was a lot happier this year. Last year, most of his conversations with Cho had been about death, and despair. Now, they were about happy times and meetings.
He strolled up to the Owlrey to send off his letter. "'Lo, Hedwig." He said, as she nuzzled him.
"Bring this to Cho, alright?"
She nipped his ear and flew off.
He walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Harry!"
He spun around. "Hey, Ron, what's up?" He asked.
"Where were you this morning?"
"I wrote a letter to Cho, and I brought it to Hedwig."
Ron nodded. "Cool."
They sat down at the table and picked up some toast.
"Hello, boys." Hermione said, walking up to them. "Harry! You're Head Boy! You have to give these to the prefects in each house so they can give them out. Come on, help me."
Harry stood up. "Err, I don't know who the prefects are." He said.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Why does everything have to be complicated with you, Harry?" She asked.
He shrugged.
"Why couldn't they have told you in time for the Prefect's meeting? Anyway, you can give them to the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff prefects. They are Phillip Fleming, Orlando Dickson, Emily Snigg, and Sam McGregor."
Harry didn't move.
"There, there, and there." She pointed to four people at the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor tables. Harry grinned.
"Thanks, Herm." He walked off with the timetables. "Which one of you is a prefect?" He asked, feeling suspiciously like Ron.
"I am. Phillip Fleming." Harry handed him the Hufflepuff timetables. "Go find your other prefect and give these out to everyone."
He walked away.
He did the same for Orlando Dickson and Sam McGregor, the Gryffindor prefects.
Finally, he got to sit down and look at his own timetable.
"Bloody hell." He said to Ron. "Potions first." He looked up. Ron was grumbling silently.
"Not bad after that, though. DADA, then Transfiguration, but then I've got Double History of Magic. That kind of sucks."
Ron agreed, but they were happy that they had three classes together.
"Why don't you have DADA second? You are taking it, right?"
Ron nodded.
Hermione, who had sat down across the table, took Harry's timetable. "There's your answer. 'Advanced DADA.' I'm taking it too."
Harry shrugged. He glanced at Ron, who looked a little crestfallen at not being in the class.
"It just means more work, Ron."
That cheered him up a bit, and they went back to their rooms to get ready for first period.
"Welcome to Seventh Year N.E.W.T. Potions. If you are in this class, you are expected to receive at least (A/N I can't remember what the average one is called. . . it goes outstanding, Exceeds expectations, something, something, something, and troll. Can people please tell me what they are?) average. Anything below, and you will be asked to leave. Now, there is a potion on the board, please begin." Snape seemed as evil as he had every other year. Harry hadn't even gotten his hopes up this year.
He looked at the board. De-stink potion. To make things not stink? Harry read the instructions carefully.
Add batwings, stir three times, add water, stir four times, add powder of Hippogriff claw (just a pinch), stir for exactly six minutes.
He followed these instructions, and many more, incredibly carefully. He glanced at Ron's cauldron, which was having no reaction what so ever. Hermione's was giving off a fine pink mist, and his, his was giving off exactly the same mist, just purple. Oh well, almost.
"Your potion should be giving off a purpley-pink mist right now, and after the next step, it should be giving off heavy purple smoke, and once you've added the Yggdrasill root, it should bubble slightly, and go back to a pink or purple mist.
Almost ten minutes later, Harry's potion was giving off exactly the right colour of mist, Ron's was giving off the same mist, but green, and slightly thicker, and Hermione's was exactly the same as Harry's. He grinned. He'd done it right. And Snape couldn't say Hermione had helped him. She was on Ron's other side.
Everything in this day was going right.
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Hurrah for chapter 6. . .
Review!
-unolimbo
Luke etc.: wow, lots of reviews. . . did you just want me to write more? Naughty! I know the headboy thing was predictable, but I thought about it, and I realized that none of the boys who were prefects were really 'head boy material.' So I changed it. Besides, it's fun to write! I don't make the chapters any specific length, just over 1000 words. I just stop when I come to a good place, or I get really bored, and think it's been a while since I posted.
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Harry walked quickly back to the common room. He stopped just outside the door.
"Umm, I'm afraid I don't know the password." He said to the Fat Lady.
She frowned. "I'm sorry, dear boy, but I can't just let any person in without the password, Gryffindor would no longer be safe!"
"But, you know me!" Harry pleaded.
She shook her head. "How do I know you're not some other student, using a potion, or something silly like that? Disgraceful! Whoops!" She said as her painting swung open.
"Oh good, Harry. I've been checking every few minutes for you, you don't know the password, do you?" Hermione asked. Harry grinned and shook his head.
"It's Ebony Black." She said. "What are you so happy about? You look much less grump than usual."
Harry was about to tell her, but frowned, following her inside. "What do you mean, grumpy?" He demanded.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Since fifth year, you have been incredibly grumpy. But you're not anymore, and we're very proud of you. Go on."
Harry sat down in a chair across from Ron and Hermione. He glanced uneasily at Ron, knowing that however much Ron didn't care about being Head Boy, he would still be upset.
"I'm Head Boy." He said.
Hermione smiled "Harry, that's wonderful! Congratulations!"
Ron smiled weakly. "Congrats, mate."
Harry looked at him. "Are you okay with it?"
Ron shrugged. "I knew I wouldn't get it, there's no use in moping."
Hermione grinned at him. "That was very noble of you, Ron. Not like you at all."
Harry laughed. "Now you're trying to make enemies, aren't you?"
Ron laughed. "She doesn't need to try, do you Herm? We hate you plenty already!"
Hermione flushed, but sat tall. "That's a fine way to treat your head girl! You better be careful, or I'll take points off!"
Harry and Ron glanced at each other. "Herm, you don't want to lose points any more than we do."
"Besides, Harry can just put them back on, can't you mate?"
Harry grinned. "Yep."
Hermione sighed loudly. "I'm going upstairs to work." She said, getting up.
"But Herm, it's the first day back!"
Ron shrugged when she didn't answer. "You want to play a game of chess?"
Harry nodded.
"So, Ron, what did you do this summer?" Harry asked, trying to revive his queen, so she could be brought back into the game.
"Nothing much, Herm came over, I worked in Fred and Georges shop for a few weeks, but they fired me." His face went slightly red.
Harry raised his eyebrows.
"I kept breaking stuff. They've got a great location, but it's really small. Every time I went into the back room to pick something up, I would break something, or drop food, or something."
Harry laughed. "What did you and Hermione do? Are you going out?"
Ron blushed deeply. "No." He said quickly. "We're not."
Harry smiled. "Ask her out, mate."
"So Harry, what did you do this summer?" He asked loudly, changing the subject.
Harry shrugged. "I worked, all summer. Made a fair bit of money, at that. It was good, it was actually the most private time of the day. There were so many people at Grimmauld Place, I never got any privacy. I'm hoping it empties out by next summer, otherwise, I'm renting a flat."
"Checkmate." Ron said. "Loser."
Harry laughed. "Sidekick."
"Show off."
"Wimp."
"Shut up, Harry."
"No, you shut up, Ron." Harry laughed. "I'm going to bed. Good night." He got up, and Ron followed him up to the Dorm.
"Ron?" He asked as he fell asleep.
"Mmhmm?" Came the muffled response from the bed beside him.
"This is going to be my best year yet."
"Cheers, mate." Ron laughed, before they both fell asleep.
Harry woke up early the next morning. He got out of bed and walked down to the common room. Just as he got there, he realized that Cho didn't know he was Head Boy.
He sat down and wrote to her.
Dear Cho:
Guess what? I'm Head Boy! Dumbledore said he didn't think any of this year's prefects were up to it. And did you know Moony is the new DADA teacher? I think I'm going to miss that office. . . it was pretty cool. I've been thinking, maybe I should ask Dumbledore if I'm allowed to talk to you by Floo. I mean, if I'm not, I don't want to do it in the middle of the afternoon, or something. I have a period with no class on Thursday, at ten o'clock. I probably should do the homework I'm going to get, but oh well. Can you take your break early, or something? If you can, I'll be waiting in the Gryffindor common room at ten. If not, don't worry, I'll be studying here anyway, it's not like you're going to be leaving me here alone. Well, alone, but not unoccupied!
Love, Harry
He smiled as he read it over. Hermione was right, he was a lot happier this year. Last year, most of his conversations with Cho had been about death, and despair. Now, they were about happy times and meetings.
He strolled up to the Owlrey to send off his letter. "'Lo, Hedwig." He said, as she nuzzled him.
"Bring this to Cho, alright?"
She nipped his ear and flew off.
He walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Harry!"
He spun around. "Hey, Ron, what's up?" He asked.
"Where were you this morning?"
"I wrote a letter to Cho, and I brought it to Hedwig."
Ron nodded. "Cool."
They sat down at the table and picked up some toast.
"Hello, boys." Hermione said, walking up to them. "Harry! You're Head Boy! You have to give these to the prefects in each house so they can give them out. Come on, help me."
Harry stood up. "Err, I don't know who the prefects are." He said.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Why does everything have to be complicated with you, Harry?" She asked.
He shrugged.
"Why couldn't they have told you in time for the Prefect's meeting? Anyway, you can give them to the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff prefects. They are Phillip Fleming, Orlando Dickson, Emily Snigg, and Sam McGregor."
Harry didn't move.
"There, there, and there." She pointed to four people at the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor tables. Harry grinned.
"Thanks, Herm." He walked off with the timetables. "Which one of you is a prefect?" He asked, feeling suspiciously like Ron.
"I am. Phillip Fleming." Harry handed him the Hufflepuff timetables. "Go find your other prefect and give these out to everyone."
He walked away.
He did the same for Orlando Dickson and Sam McGregor, the Gryffindor prefects.
Finally, he got to sit down and look at his own timetable.
"Bloody hell." He said to Ron. "Potions first." He looked up. Ron was grumbling silently.
"Not bad after that, though. DADA, then Transfiguration, but then I've got Double History of Magic. That kind of sucks."
Ron agreed, but they were happy that they had three classes together.
"Why don't you have DADA second? You are taking it, right?"
Ron nodded.
Hermione, who had sat down across the table, took Harry's timetable. "There's your answer. 'Advanced DADA.' I'm taking it too."
Harry shrugged. He glanced at Ron, who looked a little crestfallen at not being in the class.
"It just means more work, Ron."
That cheered him up a bit, and they went back to their rooms to get ready for first period.
"Welcome to Seventh Year N.E.W.T. Potions. If you are in this class, you are expected to receive at least (A/N I can't remember what the average one is called. . . it goes outstanding, Exceeds expectations, something, something, something, and troll. Can people please tell me what they are?) average. Anything below, and you will be asked to leave. Now, there is a potion on the board, please begin." Snape seemed as evil as he had every other year. Harry hadn't even gotten his hopes up this year.
He looked at the board. De-stink potion. To make things not stink? Harry read the instructions carefully.
Add batwings, stir three times, add water, stir four times, add powder of Hippogriff claw (just a pinch), stir for exactly six minutes.
He followed these instructions, and many more, incredibly carefully. He glanced at Ron's cauldron, which was having no reaction what so ever. Hermione's was giving off a fine pink mist, and his, his was giving off exactly the same mist, just purple. Oh well, almost.
"Your potion should be giving off a purpley-pink mist right now, and after the next step, it should be giving off heavy purple smoke, and once you've added the Yggdrasill root, it should bubble slightly, and go back to a pink or purple mist.
Almost ten minutes later, Harry's potion was giving off exactly the right colour of mist, Ron's was giving off the same mist, but green, and slightly thicker, and Hermione's was exactly the same as Harry's. He grinned. He'd done it right. And Snape couldn't say Hermione had helped him. She was on Ron's other side.
Everything in this day was going right.
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Hurrah for chapter 6. . .
Review!
-unolimbo