Thanks to all my reviewers and friends! Keep them coming!

To Blackmystick: Quit doubting your feelings! You know your in love with Ron!!! And I don't love Crabbe that fat slimy no good Malfoy follower (love to Malfoy!) No I'm not killing Dudley…, yet. And stay away from Johnny Depp, HE'S MINE, YOU MAN MOOCHER!!! I LET YOU HAVE SPIKE, NOW YOUR TRYING TO STELL MY JOHNNY BOY, YOU MAN HOG!!!

Love to you all!

The three teens had been sitting in the library for hours in silence wondering what was going on. The Order had left in a hurry, not saying a word to the teens other than Snape was going to stay with them, since he couldn't go anyway or Voldemort would know he was a spy.

"Hey maybe they captured Fudge, that would serve him right!" yelled Ron out of nowhere.

"Not likely. Anything I'd consider amusing, is defiantly not it, Ron," Harry rationalized.

"Oh, your probably right."

"Do you think it's Diagon Alley?" Hermione asked Harry.

Harry was becoming very frustrated from worrying about what was going on and his best friends asking him like he was supposed to know what was going on. "How the bloody hell should I know Mione? You're the bright one!" this was said a little more harshly than he had wanted it to.

"Well you're the seer!" Hermione shot back, her also losing her tolerance with everyone.

"I find," everyone in the room sat up, startled by the silky voice of professor Snape, who had apparently been standing in the doorway. "That an interesting statement miss Granger. Go on."

Not him thought Harry. Hermione looked at Harry not knowing weather to say anything or not, so Harry saved his friend the trouble. "Well it's going to be hard for you to understand, sir. The Headmaster thinks that I, the person who can not even control his own mind, am a seer."

Snape looked amused at the comment and gave a half sneer. "And that's because…"

"Of a vision I had last night of how you were going to dance like a chicken at the Christmas fest for entertainment, professor," Harry said smoothly. Hermione blushed and looked like she was going to attempt to hide under her chair, Ron looked terrified for Harry but was fighting back his laughter. Harry, who knew that Snape would just shot something, back since he couldn't take points or give detention, really care what he did.

"Funny, Potter. The Headmaster mentioned that to me the other night and asked if I'd do it for a raise. I declined but told him you maybe interested."

"Would I be put on the pay role?"

"Not likely."

"No thank, sir."

"Don't play games with me, Potter. You'll lose."

"I like a challenge, sir," He said sir in a mocking tone. Snape just glared and exited the room.

"Harry, I can't believe you just did that!" Hermione said trying to scold him but the amusement showing on her face.

"Yah, mate! Bloody brilliant. Only now he's going to go for our hides when were back at Hogwarts!" Ron said laughing uncontrollably.

Harry was about to agree with Ron when they all heard the sound of footsteps walking down the hall accompanied be whispers toward the living room. "Come on." Harry said getting up.

"Harry, I don't know that we should…" Hermione started.

"Do you want to know what happened or not?"

"Yes."

"Well come on, and be quite!" When the trio reached the room the door was cracked and the voices of Dumbledor and Snape could be heard.

"What happened, Headmaster? Did you get there in time?"

"Yes, Severus. Her and her guardian are safe. As for how permanently safe she is, I can't say right now, but she will not be safe at Durmstrang any longer. I need you to explain this to me again, Severus."

"He found out about the child and went to destroy her mother in the first war, and sent me to destroy the child. I didn't do it, I sent the child to it's Aunt and told her of the situation, and told the Dark Lord that I had gotten rid of the child. He recently found out what I did, and luckily did not kill me because I'm the only one in his ranks that is working inside the castle. After being tortured with the Cruciatus curse for a wile for my failing the Dark Lord's order, it was enough to give me the hunch that he was going after her himself." When he finished Dumbledor sighed.

"Alright, I wish I'd have known about all this sooner but that can't be changed. You may go, Severus." With that the trio ran back down the hallway toward Ron's and Harry's room.

After they had caught their breath Ron asked, "What was that about?"

"I don't know. Another Harry story gone wrong is what it sounded like," Hermione answered looking at Harry.

"Yah, sort of," Harry agreed.

"Why would he want to get rid this person?"

"Who knows, Ron! Why does he keep coming after me," Harry stopped talking before he mentioned the prophecy which he had yet to mention to his friends and had no intention of doing so yet. "You know what? This is how I got into trouble last year. By running to conclusions. So I'm going to attempt to clear my mind, forget it, and go to sleep. Good Night." Harry jumped into bed cloths and all and tried to clear his mind.

It apparently didn't work because his mind was filled with nightmares that night.

The next morning, Harry was positive he would die from fatigue. He had probably managed to sleep for a grand total of, maybe, an hour. To make matters worse, he was the only person in the house that was awake that morning, which was understandable considering it was 4:30. Since it was a Saturday, Harry had to wait longer than usual to see sine's of other living life forms.

Mrs. Weasley was the first awake, as most weekend mornings, for she always made breakfast for everyone. Harry, since he was up, helped her by cooking the bacon and scrambling some eggs. Soon the whole house was awake from the smell of breakfast that worked it's way around the house. Breakfast was not very amusing since it seemed like everyone was still asleep.

"Hey, Ron, how about a game of wizards chess?" Harry asked as Hermione and Ron fallowed him out the kitchen.

"Is it jus' me or do you enjoy losing, Harry?" Ron answered.

"No, I'm just determined to beat you at least once before I'm dead and rotting in the ground somewhere."

"Well, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss. Granger, if you don't mind putting off your grave and chess game, may I see you three in the living room?" The three turned to see professor McGonagall.

"Good morning Professor," the three said in unison as they walked into the living room.

"Good morning, Gryffindors. Have a seat," said McGonagall. After they all had ,she removed six envelopes from a black velvet bag she was carrying. Harry, recognized three of them as their list of school supplies, she handed those out first. Nothing was very new looking to the list, quills, ink, parchment, books, bla bla bla, and as always school would begin on September the first, and the Hogwarts Express would be stationed at platform nine and three-quarters.

As, Harry was folding up his letter to back in the envelope, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Remus, Tonks, and the creepy- mad-eyed-Moody came into the living room all whispering harshly at a scowling Snape. The only one who noticed others were in the living room was Moody, but there was not much he didn't notice.

"Are we interrupting something.?" when Moody said that everyone looked up from their whispers.

"No, Mr. Moody. I was just about to hand out their O.W.L's," McGonagall answered. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley both piped up, egger to see what, Ron had gotten no doubt, Ron on the other hand didn't look so eager.

"Ah, well we can sit in here while we wait for, Dumbledore. I want to see what Ronald got on his O.W.L's if you don't mind. Otherwise he's likely to hid them somewhere," said Mrs. Weasley.

"Not at all," McGonagall answered. Remus came and sat on the right arm of, Harry's chair, Tonks on the left, and as hard as Moody was trying not to let him notice, he was standing a few steps behind, Harry's chair.

Harry looked at all of them disapprovingly and said, "Are you guys the grade police or something?"

"Oh, come on, Harry! I want to see them," begged Tonks.

"And I will be seeing them, anyway because I'm your teacher," added Remus.

Harry looked back at Moody and raised an eyebrow as to ask why he was trying to see. He acted surprised as if he was not trying to look. "What I'm not trying to see them. I'm all the way over here!"

Harry scowled. "Yah, whatever. With your eye it's not very hard to see this far."

Harry swore, Snape hid a grin, 'wait, dose Snape even, grin? Maybe it was a scowl for disrespect,,' he thought.

Hermione opened hers first, "I got all "O's". Well, except for Astronomy, which is understandable considering what happened. I got two "E's" in that."

"That's wonderful, Hermione dear!" said Mrs. Weasley. "What did you get, Ronald?"

"I got," and proceeded to read off the list.

DADA- E, O

Transfiguration- O, E

Herbology- E,A

Divination- D, P

"I'll forgive those, for circumstances," interrupted Mrs. Weasley.

Care For Magical Creatures- O, O

History of Magic- E,E

Charms- O, O

Astronomy- P, A

"Also forgiven. But you left of your Potions, Ronald Weasley," Ron paled just a bit.

"I got a D and a P in potions."

Harry was positive if he had looked back at Snape he would be grinning.

"Those grades, Ronald, will not do! Will talk of this later! But other then that, your father and I are very pleased with your grades, Ron," Harry always thought it amusing that Mrs. Weasley always spoke up for Mr. Weasley. Like the time they got caught flying his magical car. He really only wanted to ask them how the car had flown, but one look at his wife's face and he was berating them all for their actions. How did women do it, he had already seen the sine's where Tonks was doing it to Remus, and Hermione had been doing it to Ron forever!

"Open yours, Harry, I want to see!" said Tonks.

Harry didn't bother looking them over first before he read them, everyone would find out sooner or later on what he had got.

"DADA- O, O…" McGonagall stopped him.

"Harry, you got, not only the highest in that area in the school this year, it was also the highest since Professor Dumbledore was at Hogwarts."

"Great joy, Harry!" said Tonks. Remus looked very pleased and Harry felt his blood rushing to his face before he continued.

"Transfiguration- O,O,

Herbology- E, O

Divination- P, hey! Wait, there really is a Troll?" Remus' eyes grew wide at the T on his paper. "Okay now I know I can't be a seer, like Dumbledor thinks I am, if I got a Troll!"

"Oh, Harry! It's in Divination, which is taught by a big phony anyway, who cares! It's not like you need it for anything! Besides I'm proud of my Troll!" stated Tonks

"You had a troll, in what?" asked Remus.

"Actually, I had two! Both of mine were in History of Magic."

"Umm, Tonks, how did you manage to do that bad in that class?" asked Harry.

"I'd sleep through the entire classes. Seriously, how anyone ever stays awake in his class I'll never know! Keep going."

"Care of Magical Creatures- O, O

History of Magic-…

"You better have done better than Tonks!" warned Lupin.

"I did, I got an A and a P!"

"Oh, joy a P! Who cares keep going!" said Remus

"That's the spirit, Hon!" cheered Tonks.

"Charms- O, O

Astronomy- E, and P for the test that was interrupted.

Potions…" Harry kind of sat there looking at the paper. He didn't know weather to cry or to rejoice.

"Another T, Potter?" sneered Snape.

This jerked, Harry back to reality, he just smirked back. "No, I'm just disappointed I have to spend another year with you! I got a O and an E! Better be thinking of some new insults to work with this year, sir. The others are becoming old."

Tonks and surprisingly, Moody burst out laughing at the comment and when Snape's eyes grew wide in horror. "Let me see that paper, Potter!" Snape said extending his hand. Harry, gladly handed him the paper.

When, Snape saw the grade for himself, he smirked as he handed the paper back. "Your right, Mr. Potter. I will have to be coming up with some new insults, now wont I."

"Most certainly. I have some parchment if you want to start writing them down so you don't forget," Harry had never been so pleased with himself in his life.

Tonks and Moody's laughter was mixed with the addition of McGonagall's and Dumbledore's who had walked in the room just in time to catch the conversation.

"Severus, I do believe you are a bad influence on the boy. He's able to speak the same quick insults back at you as quickly as you hurl them at him," chuckled the headmaster.

Snape spoke in a flat voice. "Quick, yes, but he has many years before he will reach my proficiency."

"Yah, but by then you'll be really old and not much of a challenge," Harry smirked. The room was once again full of laughter. Harry saw Remus trying his hardest not to laugh. Harry motioned for Ron and Hermione to fallow him out the room. Better to stop while your still ahead.