Harry POtter & The Veela That Wouldn't Go Away
By: Darkmoore
Chapter Three - Happy Birthday
After the meeting was over, the three used floo powder to return to the Burrow. Harry didn't feel up to apparating after such an odd day. He was emotionally exhausted.
When Harry emerged from the fireplace, he saw a banner strung across the kitchen reading 'Happy Birthday Harry', and he found himself facing towards the backs of several people who were obviously expecting him to apparate into the sitting room. Moments later, Remus and Billl also emerged from the fire. Harry quickly shushed them as he approached Mrs. Weasley.
"What are we waiting for?" he whispered into her ear.
"For Harry to arrive for his party." she whispered back, not noticing that it was Harry she was talking to.
"Oh okay."
Suddenly realizing who she was talking to, Mrs. Weasley's eyes grew large and she whipped around to look at him.
"SURPRISE!" Harry yelled at the group as they turned around to see what the yelling was about.
"We were suppose to surprise you, mate." Ron complained.
"Well at least …" George began and Fred finished, "someone was surprised."
The Weasleys roared with laughter, as did Harry and Remus. Then they all sat down to have one of Mrs. Weasley's great feasts. However, instead of a plate of food, Harry found a pile of packages of his place.
"Go ahead, Harry dear, it's your birthday."
Harry didn't need telling twice and tore into the pile with gusto, shredding the paper from the packages. The first one he opened was from Hagrid, who sent Harry a batch of rock cakes and a statute of a stag, carved out of wood. Harry thought it was brilliant. Hermione had paid for him to have another year long subscription to the Daily Prophet and Ginny had gotten him one to the Quibbler.
"It's always good to be informed of the truth you know." Ginny said, with a grin on her face.
Harry continued to open gifts and found a box of homemade fudge from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and a pair of dragon hide boots that the Weasley brothers and Tonks had all chipped in together to get him. Harry was thrilled, "I've always wanted a pair of these!"
From Remus, he received a book. This book was unlike other wizarding books, as this one was blank. Remus had given him his own private spell book, to be filled with spells or potions of his own creation. This was the kind of book that a father would give a son upon reaching his majority.
"Remus?" Harry asked clearly touched, as he thought he would never get to have a book like this unless he bought it for himself.
"It's something that both your father and Sirius would want you to have. Your grandfather bought three identical books, one each for James, Sirius and myself. However, my father had already given me one, so I never used it. I thought you'd like to have it." Remus explained.
"You mean this is identical to the one my dad had when he was my age?" Harry asked, and Remus nodded.
"It's too bad that you don't have your father's journal also, Harry, then you could learn some of his secrets for mischief making." Ron said with a smile.
"Like he needs any help in that department." Mrs. Weasley said with laugh, "I bet he is right up there with the rest of the Marauders."
"Actually," Remus began, as he pulled another book from inside of his robes, "I saw this when we were in your vault at the bank today. I was going to wait until Christmas to give it to you, but I think after the argument in Gardoth's office, now might be a better time."
"It's my father's journal." Harry breathed.
"Happy birthday, Harry." Remus said, as Harry flung himself out of his chair and hugged the stuffing out of the werewolf.
* * * * *
Sometime later, after everyone had gorged themselves at dinner, they were all in the sitting room, except for Remus and Charlie, who had an errand to do before bed time. They all felt like beached whales and were trying their best not to fall asleep, especially Harry, who still had to go back to Privet Drive.
"Hey mate, you never told how your meeting went today." Ron said.
"Which one, the Potter meeting or the Black meeting?" Harry asked.
"Which one was more exciting?" Ginny asked.
"Oh, I think they were equally exciting." Bill said with a laugh, "but the Black meeting was much funnier."
Harry smiled at the memory of Malfoy's face and retold the story to a room full of Weasleys. When he was finished, they were both stunned and laughing at the Malfoy's reactions.
Ron said, "Cool! The ferret got the short end of the stick for once."
When Mrs. Weasley asked about the other meeting, all Harry would say was, "Oh, it was just a bunch of documents and deeds to be signed over into my name, like the house in Godric's Hollow and my parent's graves."
"You have your own house, Harry! You have a place to live now and don't need to stay with the Muggles anymore." Ron said excitedly.
"The house was torched when Voldemort murdered my parents. There's not much left of it, just a burned out husk and a lot of weeds." Harry explained, as everyone in the room winced at Voldemort's name.
"That's too bad dear; maybe someday you can fix it up for yourself." Mrs. Weasley said sympathetically.
Suddenly, a noise came from the kitchen that sounded suspiciously like Remus and Charlie.
"What's with all the racket?" Mrs. Weasley bellowed at them.
"Keep your hair on mum; it's just us coming back with Harry's trunk." Charlie said.
"My trunk?" Harry asked. "I don't understand."
"You weren't really planning on going back to those people, were you Harry?" asked Remus.
"Just for the night, and then making sure everything was packed up before I left."
"Oh no worries there. Dobby was there waiting on us, with your things already packed to go." Charlie announced.
"Oh." Harry said, not knowing what else to say.
* * * * *
The next morning, Harry woke up in Ron's bedroom at the top of the Burrow. He had spent the night on his usual cot, and got up quickly to go to the bathroom and take a quick shower. He had a very special visit to make today, and he wanted to look his best for it.
After he finished his morning routine, which included a fresh shave and dressing in his nicest outfit out of his trunk to wear, he headed down to the kitchen to have some breakfast.
"Good morning Harry, you up early today." Mr. Weasley called from his chair at the table, where he was having breakfast.
"Good morning Mr. Weasley. Bill promised to go with me to visit … some of my property." Harry responded, but for some reason not saying that he was going to the cemetery.
"He's probably having a lie in this morning. I'm sure he'll be around in a little while. He told me that you'd be going out this morning." Mrs. Weasley said. "Now dear, what would you like for your breakfast?"
"Bacon and toast, if it's not any trouble."
"Not at all dear. Arthur wanted eggs this morning, would you like some too?" she offered.
"Okay." Harry replied, as he had recently developed an appetite to rival that of his best friend.
After she handed him a plate filled with food, Mr. Weasley went off to work as Hedwig came flying into the kitchen.
"Hungry, girl?" he asked, as he offered her a bit of his bacon. She took it happily, and then extended her leg to him. "Thanks, Hedwig."
~Dear Mr. Potter,
I am pleased to inform you that as of the beginning of the new school year, you have been selected as the new Head Boy. As you know, your father and mother were both Head Boy and Head Girl in their last year at Hogwarts, and I am sure they would both be very proud of you.
As you may remember, at the end of the last school year here at Hogwarts, we once again lost our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Though Professor Dumbledore was able to secure another professor rather quickly, which was a shock to everyone on the staff, the new professor is unable to teach the first and second year students. Thus, Professor Dumbledore left it to me to secure a qualified teacher for the younger students. After reviewing your course schedule for the upcoming year and reflecting on your previous efforts as head of the DA, I find that you both have both the time and skills necessary to perform these tasks. Since you have opted to not take the advanced healing arts class, which you did not need to work as an Auror, I find that you would have the adequate time to take on these new responsibilities without infringing upon you own studies.
Thus, I would like to offer you the position as temporary teacher of the first and second year Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.
I await your owl in response as soon as possible.
With warmest regards,
Professor Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry
"Wow." Harry whispered in awe, as he looked at the Head Boy badge in his hand.
"What is it Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked from the stove.
"I've done it."
"Done what, dear?" she asked again, becoming worried and walked to the table.
"I'm the new Head Boy."
Then she screamed with glee loadly. Charlie, Ron and Ginny came running down the stairs with their wands drawn, expecting trouble because she screamed so much.
"Mum, what is it?" Charlie asked, as he witnessed his mother bouncing up and down.
"Harry is the new Head Boy! Third one in the family!" she bellowed with glee, causing Harry to blush and form a large lump in his throat.
"Head Boy?" Ginny and Ron asked together.
"Congratulations, mate!" Charlie said, and patted him on the back.
"Oh, your Head Boyship, please allow me to cut your eggs for you." Ginny cooed, and began to fuss over Harry's plate, while Ron began to butter Harry's toast for him and said, "Anything for you, your worship." Ron then proceeded to eat the toast himself.
"Get off of him, you pair of pests!" Mrs. Weasley bellowed.
Everyone in the room laughed.
"That's not all the letter said." Harry began. "McGonagall offered me a job."
"Team captain?" asked Ron, worried, as he had been made the new captain last year. He had only been given the position after Harry turned it down, but he didn't know that.
"Nope." Harry said, liking this new guessing game.
"Prefect also?" Ginny asked to make Ron pout, as he was the prefect for the seventh years in Gryffindor.
"Nope."
"Hagrid's assistant?" Charlie asked with a smirk.
"Nope, but closer."
"Closer?" they all asked.
"NO way!" Ginny said, "They didn't!"
Everyone looked at her, wanting her to continue.
"Maybe." was all Harry would say.
"You're a teacher!" Ginny said with glee.
"Yep."
"Shit!" said Ron in awe, promptly getting a smack on the back of the head from his mother for cursing.
* * * * *
By the time Bill arrived with Remus, Harry was explaining the new teaching position he was going to have when the new school year started. Ron and Ginny were disappointed, as they wanted Harry to teach them, but Harry assured them that Dumbledore had gotten a qualified replacement this time around. They looked at him a fair amount of skepticism.
"What's going on in here?" Remus asked when he saw them talking so animatedly.
"It's wonderful news, Remus. Harry is going to be both Head Boy and he's teaching the first and second year Defense classes." Mrs. Weasley beamed as she informed him.
"That's wonderful, Harry." Remus said, and shook his hand.
"You may not think it's so wonderful when you have to help me make lesson plans so I can teach them properly." Harry said with a smile.
"Gladly."
To Be Continued ...
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Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed.
kensai2 wrote I will disagree with "Uten" There is no súch thing as a good cliffhanger. On to the story, Harry is king of the world. When does Draco realize he is a princess, and wants to be arry's queen!
Answer - Draco is about two months younger than Harry is and his Veela heritage doesn't kick in until his 17th birthday, so that'll put us roughly about a month into term. However, I agree with Uten, cliffhangers are fun!
By: Darkmoore
Chapter Three - Happy Birthday
After the meeting was over, the three used floo powder to return to the Burrow. Harry didn't feel up to apparating after such an odd day. He was emotionally exhausted.
When Harry emerged from the fireplace, he saw a banner strung across the kitchen reading 'Happy Birthday Harry', and he found himself facing towards the backs of several people who were obviously expecting him to apparate into the sitting room. Moments later, Remus and Billl also emerged from the fire. Harry quickly shushed them as he approached Mrs. Weasley.
"What are we waiting for?" he whispered into her ear.
"For Harry to arrive for his party." she whispered back, not noticing that it was Harry she was talking to.
"Oh okay."
Suddenly realizing who she was talking to, Mrs. Weasley's eyes grew large and she whipped around to look at him.
"SURPRISE!" Harry yelled at the group as they turned around to see what the yelling was about.
"We were suppose to surprise you, mate." Ron complained.
"Well at least …" George began and Fred finished, "someone was surprised."
The Weasleys roared with laughter, as did Harry and Remus. Then they all sat down to have one of Mrs. Weasley's great feasts. However, instead of a plate of food, Harry found a pile of packages of his place.
"Go ahead, Harry dear, it's your birthday."
Harry didn't need telling twice and tore into the pile with gusto, shredding the paper from the packages. The first one he opened was from Hagrid, who sent Harry a batch of rock cakes and a statute of a stag, carved out of wood. Harry thought it was brilliant. Hermione had paid for him to have another year long subscription to the Daily Prophet and Ginny had gotten him one to the Quibbler.
"It's always good to be informed of the truth you know." Ginny said, with a grin on her face.
Harry continued to open gifts and found a box of homemade fudge from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and a pair of dragon hide boots that the Weasley brothers and Tonks had all chipped in together to get him. Harry was thrilled, "I've always wanted a pair of these!"
From Remus, he received a book. This book was unlike other wizarding books, as this one was blank. Remus had given him his own private spell book, to be filled with spells or potions of his own creation. This was the kind of book that a father would give a son upon reaching his majority.
"Remus?" Harry asked clearly touched, as he thought he would never get to have a book like this unless he bought it for himself.
"It's something that both your father and Sirius would want you to have. Your grandfather bought three identical books, one each for James, Sirius and myself. However, my father had already given me one, so I never used it. I thought you'd like to have it." Remus explained.
"You mean this is identical to the one my dad had when he was my age?" Harry asked, and Remus nodded.
"It's too bad that you don't have your father's journal also, Harry, then you could learn some of his secrets for mischief making." Ron said with a smile.
"Like he needs any help in that department." Mrs. Weasley said with laugh, "I bet he is right up there with the rest of the Marauders."
"Actually," Remus began, as he pulled another book from inside of his robes, "I saw this when we were in your vault at the bank today. I was going to wait until Christmas to give it to you, but I think after the argument in Gardoth's office, now might be a better time."
"It's my father's journal." Harry breathed.
"Happy birthday, Harry." Remus said, as Harry flung himself out of his chair and hugged the stuffing out of the werewolf.
* * * * *
Sometime later, after everyone had gorged themselves at dinner, they were all in the sitting room, except for Remus and Charlie, who had an errand to do before bed time. They all felt like beached whales and were trying their best not to fall asleep, especially Harry, who still had to go back to Privet Drive.
"Hey mate, you never told how your meeting went today." Ron said.
"Which one, the Potter meeting or the Black meeting?" Harry asked.
"Which one was more exciting?" Ginny asked.
"Oh, I think they were equally exciting." Bill said with a laugh, "but the Black meeting was much funnier."
Harry smiled at the memory of Malfoy's face and retold the story to a room full of Weasleys. When he was finished, they were both stunned and laughing at the Malfoy's reactions.
Ron said, "Cool! The ferret got the short end of the stick for once."
When Mrs. Weasley asked about the other meeting, all Harry would say was, "Oh, it was just a bunch of documents and deeds to be signed over into my name, like the house in Godric's Hollow and my parent's graves."
"You have your own house, Harry! You have a place to live now and don't need to stay with the Muggles anymore." Ron said excitedly.
"The house was torched when Voldemort murdered my parents. There's not much left of it, just a burned out husk and a lot of weeds." Harry explained, as everyone in the room winced at Voldemort's name.
"That's too bad dear; maybe someday you can fix it up for yourself." Mrs. Weasley said sympathetically.
Suddenly, a noise came from the kitchen that sounded suspiciously like Remus and Charlie.
"What's with all the racket?" Mrs. Weasley bellowed at them.
"Keep your hair on mum; it's just us coming back with Harry's trunk." Charlie said.
"My trunk?" Harry asked. "I don't understand."
"You weren't really planning on going back to those people, were you Harry?" asked Remus.
"Just for the night, and then making sure everything was packed up before I left."
"Oh no worries there. Dobby was there waiting on us, with your things already packed to go." Charlie announced.
"Oh." Harry said, not knowing what else to say.
* * * * *
The next morning, Harry woke up in Ron's bedroom at the top of the Burrow. He had spent the night on his usual cot, and got up quickly to go to the bathroom and take a quick shower. He had a very special visit to make today, and he wanted to look his best for it.
After he finished his morning routine, which included a fresh shave and dressing in his nicest outfit out of his trunk to wear, he headed down to the kitchen to have some breakfast.
"Good morning Harry, you up early today." Mr. Weasley called from his chair at the table, where he was having breakfast.
"Good morning Mr. Weasley. Bill promised to go with me to visit … some of my property." Harry responded, but for some reason not saying that he was going to the cemetery.
"He's probably having a lie in this morning. I'm sure he'll be around in a little while. He told me that you'd be going out this morning." Mrs. Weasley said. "Now dear, what would you like for your breakfast?"
"Bacon and toast, if it's not any trouble."
"Not at all dear. Arthur wanted eggs this morning, would you like some too?" she offered.
"Okay." Harry replied, as he had recently developed an appetite to rival that of his best friend.
After she handed him a plate filled with food, Mr. Weasley went off to work as Hedwig came flying into the kitchen.
"Hungry, girl?" he asked, as he offered her a bit of his bacon. She took it happily, and then extended her leg to him. "Thanks, Hedwig."
~Dear Mr. Potter,
I am pleased to inform you that as of the beginning of the new school year, you have been selected as the new Head Boy. As you know, your father and mother were both Head Boy and Head Girl in their last year at Hogwarts, and I am sure they would both be very proud of you.
As you may remember, at the end of the last school year here at Hogwarts, we once again lost our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Though Professor Dumbledore was able to secure another professor rather quickly, which was a shock to everyone on the staff, the new professor is unable to teach the first and second year students. Thus, Professor Dumbledore left it to me to secure a qualified teacher for the younger students. After reviewing your course schedule for the upcoming year and reflecting on your previous efforts as head of the DA, I find that you both have both the time and skills necessary to perform these tasks. Since you have opted to not take the advanced healing arts class, which you did not need to work as an Auror, I find that you would have the adequate time to take on these new responsibilities without infringing upon you own studies.
Thus, I would like to offer you the position as temporary teacher of the first and second year Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.
I await your owl in response as soon as possible.
With warmest regards,
Professor Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry
"Wow." Harry whispered in awe, as he looked at the Head Boy badge in his hand.
"What is it Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked from the stove.
"I've done it."
"Done what, dear?" she asked again, becoming worried and walked to the table.
"I'm the new Head Boy."
Then she screamed with glee loadly. Charlie, Ron and Ginny came running down the stairs with their wands drawn, expecting trouble because she screamed so much.
"Mum, what is it?" Charlie asked, as he witnessed his mother bouncing up and down.
"Harry is the new Head Boy! Third one in the family!" she bellowed with glee, causing Harry to blush and form a large lump in his throat.
"Head Boy?" Ginny and Ron asked together.
"Congratulations, mate!" Charlie said, and patted him on the back.
"Oh, your Head Boyship, please allow me to cut your eggs for you." Ginny cooed, and began to fuss over Harry's plate, while Ron began to butter Harry's toast for him and said, "Anything for you, your worship." Ron then proceeded to eat the toast himself.
"Get off of him, you pair of pests!" Mrs. Weasley bellowed.
Everyone in the room laughed.
"That's not all the letter said." Harry began. "McGonagall offered me a job."
"Team captain?" asked Ron, worried, as he had been made the new captain last year. He had only been given the position after Harry turned it down, but he didn't know that.
"Nope." Harry said, liking this new guessing game.
"Prefect also?" Ginny asked to make Ron pout, as he was the prefect for the seventh years in Gryffindor.
"Nope."
"Hagrid's assistant?" Charlie asked with a smirk.
"Nope, but closer."
"Closer?" they all asked.
"NO way!" Ginny said, "They didn't!"
Everyone looked at her, wanting her to continue.
"Maybe." was all Harry would say.
"You're a teacher!" Ginny said with glee.
"Yep."
"Shit!" said Ron in awe, promptly getting a smack on the back of the head from his mother for cursing.
* * * * *
By the time Bill arrived with Remus, Harry was explaining the new teaching position he was going to have when the new school year started. Ron and Ginny were disappointed, as they wanted Harry to teach them, but Harry assured them that Dumbledore had gotten a qualified replacement this time around. They looked at him a fair amount of skepticism.
"What's going on in here?" Remus asked when he saw them talking so animatedly.
"It's wonderful news, Remus. Harry is going to be both Head Boy and he's teaching the first and second year Defense classes." Mrs. Weasley beamed as she informed him.
"That's wonderful, Harry." Remus said, and shook his hand.
"You may not think it's so wonderful when you have to help me make lesson plans so I can teach them properly." Harry said with a smile.
"Gladly."
To Be Continued ...
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Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed.
kensai2 wrote I will disagree with "Uten" There is no súch thing as a good cliffhanger. On to the story, Harry is king of the world. When does Draco realize he is a princess, and wants to be arry's queen!
Answer - Draco is about two months younger than Harry is and his Veela heritage doesn't kick in until his 17th birthday, so that'll put us roughly about a month into term. However, I agree with Uten, cliffhangers are fun!