AN: OotP spoilers, DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU HAVE FINISHED OotP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Harry Potter and the Green Flame Torch
Sirius ducked a red beam of light: He was laughing at her. "Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.
The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.
Harry jumped down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore turned to the dais too.
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a grace-ful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch...
And Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his god-father's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a mo-ment as though in a high wind and then fell back into place.
Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but knew it meant nothing --- Sirius had only just fallen through the archway, he would reappear from the other side any second....
But Sirius did not reappear.
"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled, "SIRIUS!"
He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gasps. Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out again....
But as he reached the ground and sprinted toward the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back.
"There's nothing you can do, Harry ---"
"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!"
"It's too late, Harry ---"
"We can still reach him ---"
Harry struggled hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go....
"There's nothing you can do, Harry...nothing.... He's gone."
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Harry awoke with a shock. 'Not again...why does every time someone I know die, I see they're deaths over and over again in my sleep?' he thought.
Harry heard a tapping noise coming from window. An official looking owl stood there slowly pecking at the window. He quickly opened the window and it stepped in.
As soon as the owl was inside he took the package from it. It had three items inside, his list of supplies, which he quickly glanced at, his OWL results, and a letter from McGonagall(SP?) that looked as though it had something inside it. He opened the OWL sheet.
OWL Results for Harry Potter
Potions: Outstanding
Defense Against the Dark Arts: Outstanding
Transfiguration: Outstanding
Charms: Outstanding
Care of Magical Creatures: Outstanding
Herbology: Exceeds Expectations
History of Magic: Average
Astronomy: Average
Divination: Poor
Harry couldn't believe he had gotten an Outstanding in Potions. He loked over it once again and realized he had passed everything except Divination. He knew he could have done better in Astronomy if he hadn't been distracted by Umbridge's attempt to capture Hagrid. But still, he thought he had done very well. He hadn't managed to get even one 'Dreadful'.
Harry then opened the letter from McGonagall.
Dear Harry,
Congradulations on your OWL results, only one non-passing grade. Unfortunately, Ron Weasley has been doing an unsatisfactory job as a prefect, as well as Draco Malfoy has. We have decided to make you prefect instead of Ron Weasley, but the school board will not allow us to take away Mr. Malfoy's prefect privilages, specifically one Mr. Lucius Malfoy.
But, we have made it so he isn't a full prefect, he can only give points, and only to other houses, not to Slytherin. He will not be able to take away points from houses other than Slytherin, or assign detentions. You, on the other hand, can assign detentions, and give or take away points to any house, but you can only take up to 10 points per week from each house, and you can give up to 20 points per week to each house.
Sincerely,
Professor Minerva McGonagall.
Harry frowned. He didn't like the news that Ron wasn't doing a good job. He hoped he wouldn't feel as left out as Harry had last year. But, on the bright side, Malfoy couldn't enforce the non-Slytherin students. At least Ron was Quidditch Captain now, since he was the oldest student on the team. Harry would have been Quidditch Captain as well if it weren't for Umbridge. After the incident with the Mirror of Erised, he would hate for him to miss out on all his dreams.
Harry glanced at the clock. 7:59. The second the clock ticked 8, he heard the grandfather clock chime, and Aunt Petunia call, "Breakfast!"
Harry knew that if he didn't go down to eat, she would come up and bang on his door until he did. So, downstairs he went. Halfway through the meal, an owl flew through the kitchen window and landed in the middle of the table.
But, instead of stretching its leg out toward Harry, like he had expected, it faced his Aunt Petunia. She looked completely shocked. Harry took the letter from it and read who it was for, incase it had, somehow, mistaken the person it was meant for. Looking at the envelope, it was, in fact, adressed for Petunia Dursley, Largest Bedroom, Number Four Privet Drive, Little Winging, Surrey.
He quickly handed it to his Aunt while mumbling, "It's for you."
His Aunt, looking quite surprised, opened it and read it quickly.
"Well, Harry, it looks like it's finally time I gave you a few things i have that belonged to your mother."
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AN: So, what'd you think? This is actually my second story, but I had forgotten my old username on FF.N and it had all been wiped from this computer, although i should have it on my other one. I may or may not put it up here, as it was about Harry's 5th year, written before OotP was released. R/R
Harry Potter and the Green Flame Torch
Sirius ducked a red beam of light: He was laughing at her. "Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.
The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.
Harry jumped down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore turned to the dais too.
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a grace-ful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch...
And Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his god-father's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a mo-ment as though in a high wind and then fell back into place.
Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but knew it meant nothing --- Sirius had only just fallen through the archway, he would reappear from the other side any second....
But Sirius did not reappear.
"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled, "SIRIUS!"
He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gasps. Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out again....
But as he reached the ground and sprinted toward the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back.
"There's nothing you can do, Harry ---"
"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!"
"It's too late, Harry ---"
"We can still reach him ---"
Harry struggled hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go....
"There's nothing you can do, Harry...nothing.... He's gone."
***********************************************************
Harry awoke with a shock. 'Not again...why does every time someone I know die, I see they're deaths over and over again in my sleep?' he thought.
Harry heard a tapping noise coming from window. An official looking owl stood there slowly pecking at the window. He quickly opened the window and it stepped in.
As soon as the owl was inside he took the package from it. It had three items inside, his list of supplies, which he quickly glanced at, his OWL results, and a letter from McGonagall(SP?) that looked as though it had something inside it. He opened the OWL sheet.
OWL Results for Harry Potter
Potions: Outstanding
Defense Against the Dark Arts: Outstanding
Transfiguration: Outstanding
Charms: Outstanding
Care of Magical Creatures: Outstanding
Herbology: Exceeds Expectations
History of Magic: Average
Astronomy: Average
Divination: Poor
Harry couldn't believe he had gotten an Outstanding in Potions. He loked over it once again and realized he had passed everything except Divination. He knew he could have done better in Astronomy if he hadn't been distracted by Umbridge's attempt to capture Hagrid. But still, he thought he had done very well. He hadn't managed to get even one 'Dreadful'.
Harry then opened the letter from McGonagall.
Dear Harry,
Congradulations on your OWL results, only one non-passing grade. Unfortunately, Ron Weasley has been doing an unsatisfactory job as a prefect, as well as Draco Malfoy has. We have decided to make you prefect instead of Ron Weasley, but the school board will not allow us to take away Mr. Malfoy's prefect privilages, specifically one Mr. Lucius Malfoy.
But, we have made it so he isn't a full prefect, he can only give points, and only to other houses, not to Slytherin. He will not be able to take away points from houses other than Slytherin, or assign detentions. You, on the other hand, can assign detentions, and give or take away points to any house, but you can only take up to 10 points per week from each house, and you can give up to 20 points per week to each house.
Sincerely,
Professor Minerva McGonagall.
Harry frowned. He didn't like the news that Ron wasn't doing a good job. He hoped he wouldn't feel as left out as Harry had last year. But, on the bright side, Malfoy couldn't enforce the non-Slytherin students. At least Ron was Quidditch Captain now, since he was the oldest student on the team. Harry would have been Quidditch Captain as well if it weren't for Umbridge. After the incident with the Mirror of Erised, he would hate for him to miss out on all his dreams.
Harry glanced at the clock. 7:59. The second the clock ticked 8, he heard the grandfather clock chime, and Aunt Petunia call, "Breakfast!"
Harry knew that if he didn't go down to eat, she would come up and bang on his door until he did. So, downstairs he went. Halfway through the meal, an owl flew through the kitchen window and landed in the middle of the table.
But, instead of stretching its leg out toward Harry, like he had expected, it faced his Aunt Petunia. She looked completely shocked. Harry took the letter from it and read who it was for, incase it had, somehow, mistaken the person it was meant for. Looking at the envelope, it was, in fact, adressed for Petunia Dursley, Largest Bedroom, Number Four Privet Drive, Little Winging, Surrey.
He quickly handed it to his Aunt while mumbling, "It's for you."
His Aunt, looking quite surprised, opened it and read it quickly.
"Well, Harry, it looks like it's finally time I gave you a few things i have that belonged to your mother."
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AN: So, what'd you think? This is actually my second story, but I had forgotten my old username on FF.N and it had all been wiped from this computer, although i should have it on my other one. I may or may not put it up here, as it was about Harry's 5th year, written before OotP was released. R/R