Author's Notes - Hehe! No the DADA teacher is not Bill Weasley, he is in
both the fifth and sixth books. I'm not going to say more, I think that
would give him away. Anyway what else can I tell you without giving
everything away umm... well I'm sure that I'll think of something. I'll try
to post another chapter by Monday. Fingers crossed.
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-Chapter Four-
Double Trouble
Harry did not sleep well the night before he left the Dursleys for the second time. His dreams were haunted by Sirius's death. He woke, for what seemed like the hundredth time, and decided that, as he would be unable to get any more sleep he would get up. It was a relief to have control of his thoughts. These he kept well away from his Godfather, instead he directed hi thoughts towards how the Order was getting him to Grimmauld Place. He was sure of one thing and that was that they would not pick him up in a flying car. He was pretty sure that they would not be flying on brooms either. Harry started going around his room to check that he had not left any there, he had packed the night before.
At last Harry heard noises coming from his Aunt and Uncle's room. Deciding that it was now save to take his stuff down stairs he started with his trunk. It took him about half an hour; the trunk, which had always been heavy, had gained in weight considerably in the last few years. He returned for Hedwig, who hooted indignity at being put in her cage and a made a last check for mislaid items. The last thing he needed was to leave something at the Dursleys' and have to come back here to get it, the moment he got away, again! He found two quills on his desk, and Practical Defensive Magic and its Use Against the Dark Arts Volume One under his bed.
When he entered the kitchen a few moments later the Dursleys did not even look up. This time they did not have to pretend that they hadn't seen him, they hadn't. Aunt Petunia was making coffee for Uncle Vernon, who looked like his world was coming to a tragic early ending. Aunt Petunia on the other hand was muttering something to herself, which sounded like,
"My own son, how can it be?"
Harry took the seat opposite his Uncle and started on a piece of toast. After about two minutes he decided that they were not going to take note of anything he did. He opened the book Lupin and Sirius had given him for Christmas and started to read were he had left of the night before.
Chapter 12
Wandless Magic and its Uses in Duels
What is wandless magic? Wandless magic is simple magic without a wand in your hand. There are two types, the first being the more common but the harder to control. This is where no wand is involved at all. All wizards are capable of using wandless magic; of course, controlling it is another matter altogether. Most wizards only can do wandless magic at times of great emotion, therefor they are unable to control when or what they do as in occurs. As has already been said, this is the more common type of wandless magic. In fact all wizards have done wandless magic at some point in their history.
The second type is rarer, but easier to control if you can do it. This magic can only take place when a wizard or witch is not holding his/her wand. After saying an incantation, the wand performs the spell. This is very rare; the only cases where it has taken place are when the bond between the wizard and his wand is very strong. There have only been three people this century that have had this gift.
There are several reasons that one might be forced to resort to wandless magic in a duel.
The first reason, and the most common, is if you have lost, or simply been unable to reach your wand at some point during the battle. At this time wandless magic can be very useful. If one could simply summon ones wand then the problem would be answered and the duel could continue. If you where unable to use wandless magic then you would in all probability lose the duel.
The second reason one might be forced to use wandless magic is if your wand has been, at some stage in the proceedings, broken or damaged. Here more advanced magic would be required. Either you could repair your wand, or if you are less competent in this type of magic a good plan is always to run away, or not get involved in the first place. These reasons apply for the other type of wandless magic as well. Some of the more advanced reasons could be to distract your opponent. The most unusual, but perhaps the most necessary reason is if your opponent is using your wand's brother.
Here Dudley entered the kitchen and distracted Harry. Aunt Petunia was pouring Uncle Vernon's morning coffee; she didn't seem to notice that the cup was over flowing. Uncle Vernon was buttering the table a good ten centimeters to the left of his piece of toast.
Dudley slunk into the empty seat next to Harry, who started reading again. He didn't get very far though; he had just found his place.
"Da-dark Arts?" Stammered Dudley. "What's that?"
"Dark magic of course." Said Harry trying not to smile. Here was Big D asking about the Wizarding World. Harry had still not got used to the idea that Dudley was a Wizard and going to Hogwarts.
"What's that boy?" Uncle Vernon said with some of his old swagger. "They don't teach dark thingy at that freak school do they?" Uncle Vernon still could not bring himself to say magic or Hogwarts.
"Of course they don't. All *we* study is *Defence* Against the Dark Arts," said Harry, looking at Dudley on the word 'we'. At the blank looks around the table he added. "That how to get rid of dark creatures and how to defend ourselves against dark spells and stuff like that."
This almost civilly conducted conversation was interrupted by a loud popping noise from the other room. Harry jumped to his feet and went through to the other room to find Mr Weasley bending over the television. He jumped and turned round in fright as Harry entered the room.
"Oh there you are Harry. Amazing, amazing what muggles think of." His eyes were darting around the room in excitement.
"Hello Mr Weasley. Umm how are we... er traveling?" Harry asked.
"You're flooing, it's the safest way apart from a portkey." Said Mr Weasley who was now examining the stereo. "Are you ready to go?" he said, turning his attention to the video recorder.
"I left a book in the kitchen, I'll just get it and the I'll be ready." Harry said as he left the room.
A couple of minutes later he was stepping out of the kitchen fireplace at 12 Grimmauld Place, holding Hedwig's cage. Seated around the table were Ron, Hermione and Ginny.
"Hi Harry." They chorused
"Hi!" He said grinning back and set Hedwig's cage down on the table.
"I'll let you out in a moment girl."
*Pop*
Mr Weasley appeared holding Harry's trunk. The door opened, Mrs Weasley walked in holding traveling cloaks.
"Oh Harry, you're here." She handed him a cloak; "We might as well be leaving then. Sorry to rush you off as soon as you get here Harry dear, but it's safe at the moment and there aren't many days left."
The other were getting to their feet, and taking the cloaks Mrs Weasley was handing out.
"Where are we going?" Said Harry bewilderment.
"Diagon Alley dear. Have you got your letter?" Said Mrs Weasley as she took a pot of one of the shelves.
"What do you mean safe at the moment?" Harry said, 'why wouldn't Diagon Alley be safe?'
"Come on, we'll explain later." Ron said as he put his hand in the pot.
* "Everyone here?" Said Mr Weasley looking around. "Good. Let's go then."
He kept one hand firmly on Harry's shoulder and the other inside his cloak. They left Gringotts, their pockets full of money screaming to be spent. They were not allowed to go off on their own as they had done on previous occasions, but moved around in a group. Harry had never seen Diagon Alley so full and yet empty at the same time. Very few of the people they passed were shoppers, most were stern faced Wizards and Witches in green pin- stripped cloaks. The people who were shopping were wearing worried frowns and throwing suspicious glances over their shoulders at their fellow shoppers. They first went to Flourish and Blotts, to get all the books they would need for the forthcoming year. Diagon Alley had lost most if not all of its fun. Every shop was the same; sullen faced Wizards behind the counter, heavy-eyed Witches packing shelves.
"So what does it your mum mean, it's safe for the moment?" Harry asked Ron as they were waiting to pay for their books.
"Well she meant that there have been no attacks here today." Ron said trying to keep the stack of books he was holding from falling to the ground.
"What, there haven't been attacks in Diagon Alley, have there?" said Harry
"Yeah, quite a few." Said Ron.
Harry's mood sunk at this. Ron made a grab for a book that was sliding on the top of his pile. Only, of course the rest of the books to slid to the floor after the first. Harry bent down, to help him pick them up.
"Thanks," said Ron, standing up, the book firmly back in his arms. "That's why members of the Magical Law Enforcement are patrolling all over the place."
"Got everything you need dears?" Said Mrs Weasley as she came up to them. They both nodded. "Ok then we just need to get Ginny's owl then."
Harry looked at Ginny in surprise, she blushed and turned a way. He turned to Ron. Ron just shrugged.
"She's a prefect."
It was not until they entered Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes that Harry's mood lightened. It was impossible to feel gloomy here. The rest of the shops had been deserted. But here wizards and witches, young and old, seemed to have come out of the woodwork, the shop was packed.
George was behind the counter, he did not notice them come in. He was busy talking to a very old wizard with a long white plat that was braided with purple ribbon. He seemed to be asking for a pair of socks, with some unusual abilities.
"They're for my brother you see, haven't seen him for a bit so I thought I'd get him a present." He gesticulated wildly as he spoke.
"We've got some Biting Bed Socks left. Oi! Fred." George yelled above the din. Fred looked up from the fake wands he was stacking on the shelves.
"What?" He bellowed back.
"Where did you put those Biting Bed Socks?"
"Over there." Fred pointed with one of the wands he was holding; it promptly turned in to a dove, much to the delight of the shoppers. "Between the Ear Biting Earmuffs and the Hand Switching Gloves."
George crossed the room, with some difficulty the room being so full. He stopped in front of some brightly coloured socks.
"What colour would you like?" He asked his elderly customer.
"Pink if you have, but red's fine if you don't." He answered serenely.
The old man turned around as he said this, Harry was taken aback for a second. Heretofore the man had had his back towards Harry, but now he could see his face. His beard, was as long as his hair, purple ribbon had also been twisted into it. His eyes blue, with a hint of grey. But it was not with that took Harry breathe away, he could have sworn he know the man from somewhere.
Just then Fred spotted them and after a quick tour, he let them examine the items on the shelves. They returned to Grimmauld Place shortly after, Mrs Weasley was very keen to get back.
"The longer we're here, the bigger the risk." She told Harry as they were gathered their packages in readiness to leave.
*
Later when he, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were alone Harry asked the question that he had been trying to ask all day.
"Have Fred and George joined the Order?" He said sitting down on Ron's bed, the others joined him. Ron and Ginny exchanged glances as they did so. 'I hate it when they do that.' Harry thought.
"We don't know." Ron said at last.
"But you must know." Hermione said sounding incredulous. "How can you not know?"
"They have been acting very peculiarly for a while now, we don't see them much." Ginny said.
"But have you asked them?" Harry asked.
"Well no we haven't," said Ron looking pained. "You know what they are like, you can never get a straight answer out of them."
"When ever they're here they just talk about their shop, or the last joke." Ginny said looking at Harry oddly.
"They even stopped that now," added Ron darkly.
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Author's Notes - Anyway sorry not much happened, it will soon... I'll try to up date again soon. Sorry again spelling and grammar errors. Thanks again to the people who have reviewed, it means the world to me...
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-Chapter Four-
Double Trouble
Harry did not sleep well the night before he left the Dursleys for the second time. His dreams were haunted by Sirius's death. He woke, for what seemed like the hundredth time, and decided that, as he would be unable to get any more sleep he would get up. It was a relief to have control of his thoughts. These he kept well away from his Godfather, instead he directed hi thoughts towards how the Order was getting him to Grimmauld Place. He was sure of one thing and that was that they would not pick him up in a flying car. He was pretty sure that they would not be flying on brooms either. Harry started going around his room to check that he had not left any there, he had packed the night before.
At last Harry heard noises coming from his Aunt and Uncle's room. Deciding that it was now save to take his stuff down stairs he started with his trunk. It took him about half an hour; the trunk, which had always been heavy, had gained in weight considerably in the last few years. He returned for Hedwig, who hooted indignity at being put in her cage and a made a last check for mislaid items. The last thing he needed was to leave something at the Dursleys' and have to come back here to get it, the moment he got away, again! He found two quills on his desk, and Practical Defensive Magic and its Use Against the Dark Arts Volume One under his bed.
When he entered the kitchen a few moments later the Dursleys did not even look up. This time they did not have to pretend that they hadn't seen him, they hadn't. Aunt Petunia was making coffee for Uncle Vernon, who looked like his world was coming to a tragic early ending. Aunt Petunia on the other hand was muttering something to herself, which sounded like,
"My own son, how can it be?"
Harry took the seat opposite his Uncle and started on a piece of toast. After about two minutes he decided that they were not going to take note of anything he did. He opened the book Lupin and Sirius had given him for Christmas and started to read were he had left of the night before.
Chapter 12
Wandless Magic and its Uses in Duels
What is wandless magic? Wandless magic is simple magic without a wand in your hand. There are two types, the first being the more common but the harder to control. This is where no wand is involved at all. All wizards are capable of using wandless magic; of course, controlling it is another matter altogether. Most wizards only can do wandless magic at times of great emotion, therefor they are unable to control when or what they do as in occurs. As has already been said, this is the more common type of wandless magic. In fact all wizards have done wandless magic at some point in their history.
The second type is rarer, but easier to control if you can do it. This magic can only take place when a wizard or witch is not holding his/her wand. After saying an incantation, the wand performs the spell. This is very rare; the only cases where it has taken place are when the bond between the wizard and his wand is very strong. There have only been three people this century that have had this gift.
There are several reasons that one might be forced to resort to wandless magic in a duel.
The first reason, and the most common, is if you have lost, or simply been unable to reach your wand at some point during the battle. At this time wandless magic can be very useful. If one could simply summon ones wand then the problem would be answered and the duel could continue. If you where unable to use wandless magic then you would in all probability lose the duel.
The second reason one might be forced to use wandless magic is if your wand has been, at some stage in the proceedings, broken or damaged. Here more advanced magic would be required. Either you could repair your wand, or if you are less competent in this type of magic a good plan is always to run away, or not get involved in the first place. These reasons apply for the other type of wandless magic as well. Some of the more advanced reasons could be to distract your opponent. The most unusual, but perhaps the most necessary reason is if your opponent is using your wand's brother.
Here Dudley entered the kitchen and distracted Harry. Aunt Petunia was pouring Uncle Vernon's morning coffee; she didn't seem to notice that the cup was over flowing. Uncle Vernon was buttering the table a good ten centimeters to the left of his piece of toast.
Dudley slunk into the empty seat next to Harry, who started reading again. He didn't get very far though; he had just found his place.
"Da-dark Arts?" Stammered Dudley. "What's that?"
"Dark magic of course." Said Harry trying not to smile. Here was Big D asking about the Wizarding World. Harry had still not got used to the idea that Dudley was a Wizard and going to Hogwarts.
"What's that boy?" Uncle Vernon said with some of his old swagger. "They don't teach dark thingy at that freak school do they?" Uncle Vernon still could not bring himself to say magic or Hogwarts.
"Of course they don't. All *we* study is *Defence* Against the Dark Arts," said Harry, looking at Dudley on the word 'we'. At the blank looks around the table he added. "That how to get rid of dark creatures and how to defend ourselves against dark spells and stuff like that."
This almost civilly conducted conversation was interrupted by a loud popping noise from the other room. Harry jumped to his feet and went through to the other room to find Mr Weasley bending over the television. He jumped and turned round in fright as Harry entered the room.
"Oh there you are Harry. Amazing, amazing what muggles think of." His eyes were darting around the room in excitement.
"Hello Mr Weasley. Umm how are we... er traveling?" Harry asked.
"You're flooing, it's the safest way apart from a portkey." Said Mr Weasley who was now examining the stereo. "Are you ready to go?" he said, turning his attention to the video recorder.
"I left a book in the kitchen, I'll just get it and the I'll be ready." Harry said as he left the room.
A couple of minutes later he was stepping out of the kitchen fireplace at 12 Grimmauld Place, holding Hedwig's cage. Seated around the table were Ron, Hermione and Ginny.
"Hi Harry." They chorused
"Hi!" He said grinning back and set Hedwig's cage down on the table.
"I'll let you out in a moment girl."
*Pop*
Mr Weasley appeared holding Harry's trunk. The door opened, Mrs Weasley walked in holding traveling cloaks.
"Oh Harry, you're here." She handed him a cloak; "We might as well be leaving then. Sorry to rush you off as soon as you get here Harry dear, but it's safe at the moment and there aren't many days left."
The other were getting to their feet, and taking the cloaks Mrs Weasley was handing out.
"Where are we going?" Said Harry bewilderment.
"Diagon Alley dear. Have you got your letter?" Said Mrs Weasley as she took a pot of one of the shelves.
"What do you mean safe at the moment?" Harry said, 'why wouldn't Diagon Alley be safe?'
"Come on, we'll explain later." Ron said as he put his hand in the pot.
* "Everyone here?" Said Mr Weasley looking around. "Good. Let's go then."
He kept one hand firmly on Harry's shoulder and the other inside his cloak. They left Gringotts, their pockets full of money screaming to be spent. They were not allowed to go off on their own as they had done on previous occasions, but moved around in a group. Harry had never seen Diagon Alley so full and yet empty at the same time. Very few of the people they passed were shoppers, most were stern faced Wizards and Witches in green pin- stripped cloaks. The people who were shopping were wearing worried frowns and throwing suspicious glances over their shoulders at their fellow shoppers. They first went to Flourish and Blotts, to get all the books they would need for the forthcoming year. Diagon Alley had lost most if not all of its fun. Every shop was the same; sullen faced Wizards behind the counter, heavy-eyed Witches packing shelves.
"So what does it your mum mean, it's safe for the moment?" Harry asked Ron as they were waiting to pay for their books.
"Well she meant that there have been no attacks here today." Ron said trying to keep the stack of books he was holding from falling to the ground.
"What, there haven't been attacks in Diagon Alley, have there?" said Harry
"Yeah, quite a few." Said Ron.
Harry's mood sunk at this. Ron made a grab for a book that was sliding on the top of his pile. Only, of course the rest of the books to slid to the floor after the first. Harry bent down, to help him pick them up.
"Thanks," said Ron, standing up, the book firmly back in his arms. "That's why members of the Magical Law Enforcement are patrolling all over the place."
"Got everything you need dears?" Said Mrs Weasley as she came up to them. They both nodded. "Ok then we just need to get Ginny's owl then."
Harry looked at Ginny in surprise, she blushed and turned a way. He turned to Ron. Ron just shrugged.
"She's a prefect."
It was not until they entered Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes that Harry's mood lightened. It was impossible to feel gloomy here. The rest of the shops had been deserted. But here wizards and witches, young and old, seemed to have come out of the woodwork, the shop was packed.
George was behind the counter, he did not notice them come in. He was busy talking to a very old wizard with a long white plat that was braided with purple ribbon. He seemed to be asking for a pair of socks, with some unusual abilities.
"They're for my brother you see, haven't seen him for a bit so I thought I'd get him a present." He gesticulated wildly as he spoke.
"We've got some Biting Bed Socks left. Oi! Fred." George yelled above the din. Fred looked up from the fake wands he was stacking on the shelves.
"What?" He bellowed back.
"Where did you put those Biting Bed Socks?"
"Over there." Fred pointed with one of the wands he was holding; it promptly turned in to a dove, much to the delight of the shoppers. "Between the Ear Biting Earmuffs and the Hand Switching Gloves."
George crossed the room, with some difficulty the room being so full. He stopped in front of some brightly coloured socks.
"What colour would you like?" He asked his elderly customer.
"Pink if you have, but red's fine if you don't." He answered serenely.
The old man turned around as he said this, Harry was taken aback for a second. Heretofore the man had had his back towards Harry, but now he could see his face. His beard, was as long as his hair, purple ribbon had also been twisted into it. His eyes blue, with a hint of grey. But it was not with that took Harry breathe away, he could have sworn he know the man from somewhere.
Just then Fred spotted them and after a quick tour, he let them examine the items on the shelves. They returned to Grimmauld Place shortly after, Mrs Weasley was very keen to get back.
"The longer we're here, the bigger the risk." She told Harry as they were gathered their packages in readiness to leave.
*
Later when he, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were alone Harry asked the question that he had been trying to ask all day.
"Have Fred and George joined the Order?" He said sitting down on Ron's bed, the others joined him. Ron and Ginny exchanged glances as they did so. 'I hate it when they do that.' Harry thought.
"We don't know." Ron said at last.
"But you must know." Hermione said sounding incredulous. "How can you not know?"
"They have been acting very peculiarly for a while now, we don't see them much." Ginny said.
"But have you asked them?" Harry asked.
"Well no we haven't," said Ron looking pained. "You know what they are like, you can never get a straight answer out of them."
"When ever they're here they just talk about their shop, or the last joke." Ginny said looking at Harry oddly.
"They even stopped that now," added Ron darkly.
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Author's Notes - Anyway sorry not much happened, it will soon... I'll try to up date again soon. Sorry again spelling and grammar errors. Thanks again to the people who have reviewed, it means the world to me...