Author notes - I am sorry I have not post for such a long time. But I have
been banned form writing again until the Christmas
Holidays but as that is ages away well here's the chapter anyway. Sorry
it's short.
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-Chapter Seven-
The Brothers
Harry rose early the next morning and went down to breakfast with Ron and Hermione. Upon reaching the Great Hall, he scanned the Gryfindor table; he spotted Dudley right at the end sitting on his own. Harry sat down, Ron slide into the seat next to him.
The first thing Harry noticed was the atmosphere of tension in the room. He could see people looking up at the windows as if waiting for something. There was a whispering silence, any laugher that there was sound high pitched and unnatural and stopped quickly.
'Are you going to tell us what that was all about yesterday?" Ron said, pulling a plate of bacon towards him.
"I dunno, I mean one moment I was standing next to Neville, holding Hedwig and Pig and the next I was being pushed into a carriage by the same man that got Dudley to be a wizard!" Harry glared at Dudley as he said this.
"Do you think it the Ord-" Ron started to say before Hermione kicked him under the table. "Hermione that hurt."
"Yeah, I guess so." Harry said glumly. "Just what I need."
They broke of their conversation as Professor McGonagall came towards them, handing out time table as she went. They each took theirs and studied them in silence for a moment.
"Not bad today," Hermione said running her finger down the Monday Column. (Author notes - don't you love the way they always go back on the first of September but the next date is always a Monday?) "Herblogy first, still with the Hufflepuffs. Oh then double Defence Against the Dark Arts, that should be interesting. History of Magic after lunch." She rounded on Harry. "What do you have when we're in History of Magic?"
"A free." He said with a smile, than added more seriously. "It's not surprising really that I didn't get an O.W.L, I mean I fell asleep half way through. What do we have last?"
"Double Transfiguration" said Hermione, "let me guess you have a free then?"
Ron just smiled in return. The post arrived a few minutes later; the hall a mass of wings and feathers. Harry's attention was suddenly directed to the end of the table; Dudley had just fallen off his seat in shock.
Herblogy passed uneventfully, excerpt for same prison ivy trying to strangle Ron, he was rescued by a laughing Harry. When the lesson was over the Hufflepuffs headed of to Charms, the Gryfindors to their first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson of the year. With the happy knowledge that their new teacher could not be as bad as their last.
Harry, Ron and Hermione found seats and sat down, taking out their quills, parchment, ink and wands and settled down to wait. Nothing happened, people started chattering and still nothing happened. Five minutes passed. The noise in the room slowly increased. Ten minutes passed and still nothing happened, but still they waited for something. At last after another five minutes the classroom door swung open. Professor Dumbledore walked into the room. Today the ribbons in his beard were blue.
(Author notes - I have just realized how hard it is going to be to distinguish between Dumbledore and his brother. So I will let you know which one it is as soon as one enters, e.g. ribbons, the DADA teacher, half- moon glasses, the Headmaster you get the message? Bet once I have let you know which one he is then he will be Professor Dumbledore as long as I see fit.)
"Today's lesson will be one to see what you know." He said without any preamble. "What you tell me about Kuang-Shs?"
By the end of the lesson only Harry and Hermione were still able to answer his questions. The oddest thing about the lesson was not the very difficult questions, it was the comments he made. He didn't seem to notice that he was saying anything at all, but every time someone answered a question he would say something about them. There did not seem to be anything personal about it, he did it to everyone.
The bell rang to signal the start of break, but he did not stop. He only stopped talking when dean pointed out that they were ten minutes late for lunch.
"Have you had long enough to think about it yet?" Dean said to Harry, as they sat down.
"Think about what?" Harry said playing dumb.
"'Think about what?' I ask you." Ron said in disbelief.
"About restarting the DA." Neville said helpfully.
"Well I don't know," Harry said slowly playing for time. "It's not like we need it any more. Not with -". He pointed at the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher who had just entered the Hall.
"But that's just it we want to continue with it." Said Dean forcefully. But as Harry failed to look convinced Dean carried on. "We know we don't strictly speaking need it, but -".
He was interrupted by Neville.
"We do need it." He said passionately, taking everyone by surprise. "Now more than ever. Now that You-Know-Who is out in the open. He won't hesitate to attack, and we need to be able to defend ourselves."
Harry looked at Neville's determent face for a moment and then said, "ok, we'll start the DA up again. I'll let you know when the first meeting is."
*
Harry said good-bye to Ron and Hermione and head towards the library meaning to look up a few curses for the DA. He did not get very far however. Just and he turned into the corridor leading to the library, he felt something tugging at his robes. He looked down and saw,
"Hello Dobby."
"Hello Harry Potter." The elf said, unable to stand still in excitement. "Dobby has been sent to find Harry Potter" he positively shown with pleasure, "and take him to the headmaster."
"Thanks Dobby." Harry said as they were standing next the gargoyle. Dobby had insisted on taking him all the way.
"Dobby was told to bring Harry Potter to the headmaster and Dobby will take Harry Potter to the headmaster."
"Mmm Chocolate frogs," Harry said trying to work out the latest password "err Frizzing Whizzbees, Insulting Pear Drops."
Gargoyle leaped aside, Harry step on to the moving stair case a moment later he was knocking on Dumbledore's office door. The door swung open of it's own accord.
"Come in Harry, take a seat. I would like to talk to you." Said Dumbledore from behind his desk. His blue eyes alight with pleasure. (A/N ha! See the real Dumbledore, no that will make you think the other one is fake, not the real but the first!)
Harry walked forward and sat down in the proffered seat. Dumbledore surveyed him for a moment before continuing.
"The trouble arose last year because I was not open with you, I am not going to make the same mistake twice." He began in his usual calm manger. "I trust the rest of your holiday was pleasant?"
"Thank you sir, it was. I've never seen Dursleys so lost for words." Harry said with a smile.
Dumbledore smiled blandly. "Would I be right in assuming that you would be interested in hear about what happen the night before you were due to return to Hogwarts?" Harry merely nodded. "As you know Hogsmead was attacked. Up until now the attacks have only been directed at muggles, these attacks were not done on the orders of Voldemort. That is not to say that they were done without his leave, but he didn't organize them. He did however organize the attack on Hogsmead."
"But why Hogsmead? What could he gain from attacking Hogsmead?" Harry said before he could stop himself.
"Ever since the end of last year Voldemort has become more determined than ever to hear the prophecy." Dumbledore said flatly. "Since the record was destroyed, his only hope of hearing the rest of the prophecy is to hear it from someone else. He guesses that I will have told you all I can about the prophecy." Dumbledore paused a moment before continuing. "Voldemort was lead to believe that I had become increasing alarmed for your safety. And that I had arranged for you to arrive at Hogwarts ahead of the rest of the students."
"So he attacked Hogsmead," Harry said slowly, trying to put his thoughts into words, "to get me." As he said this, he could fell the anger building up inside him again. Anger at Voldemort, and anger at himself. So that was why Hogsmeade had been attacked, because of him. Moody was lying in a bed at St Mungo's because of him and because of the prophecy. "So I could tell him the rest of the prophecy?"
"I'm afraid so Harry." Dumbledore shifted in his chair. "He considers your mind easier to crack, then my own. I don't know why considering his past experiences with you."
"Doesn't anyone else know what the prophecy says?" Harry asked, trying to speak normally.
"At the moment, no. You and I Harry are the only two people who know the entire prophecy." Dumbledore said grimly. "Other people did know, but they unfortunately do not remember", Dumbledore blue eyes were sadly dull.
"Don't remember sir?" Harry said in some confusion.
"No Harry they don't", Dumbledore's eyes were now glistening angrily. "The other people I told the entire prophecy to were your and Neville's parents.
"What about the Order, surely they-"Harry started to ask, trying to distracted himself from what Dumbledore had just said, but Dumbledore answered before he had time to finish.
"Yes they do know some of it, in fact they only know what Voldemort himself knows." Dumbledore said, rubbing his foot. (A/N don't worry Dumbledore is not going insane there is a reason...) "I felt it was unwise to let too many people know, if any of them were captured," he sighed. "In fiction people take their secrets to the grave, no matter what they have to go through. Not so in real life, some people can and do. But those who don't, or worse still those who tell without a moments thought." Dumbledore's normal sparking eyes were cold with anger for some unknown reason.
"I told your parents, because they had a right to know that their lives and yours were endanger." He was still rubbing his foot, suddenly he waved his arms impatiently.
"Please excuse me Harry, but this socks appear to be biting my feet." With that he pulled them off, and looked at them with interested. 'A present from my dear brother." He suddenly started to laugh. "I thought he would have stopped by the time he reached his age, I should have known better.
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Author's Notes - Thank you to all the people who have reviewed.
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-Chapter Seven-
The Brothers
Harry rose early the next morning and went down to breakfast with Ron and Hermione. Upon reaching the Great Hall, he scanned the Gryfindor table; he spotted Dudley right at the end sitting on his own. Harry sat down, Ron slide into the seat next to him.
The first thing Harry noticed was the atmosphere of tension in the room. He could see people looking up at the windows as if waiting for something. There was a whispering silence, any laugher that there was sound high pitched and unnatural and stopped quickly.
'Are you going to tell us what that was all about yesterday?" Ron said, pulling a plate of bacon towards him.
"I dunno, I mean one moment I was standing next to Neville, holding Hedwig and Pig and the next I was being pushed into a carriage by the same man that got Dudley to be a wizard!" Harry glared at Dudley as he said this.
"Do you think it the Ord-" Ron started to say before Hermione kicked him under the table. "Hermione that hurt."
"Yeah, I guess so." Harry said glumly. "Just what I need."
They broke of their conversation as Professor McGonagall came towards them, handing out time table as she went. They each took theirs and studied them in silence for a moment.
"Not bad today," Hermione said running her finger down the Monday Column. (Author notes - don't you love the way they always go back on the first of September but the next date is always a Monday?) "Herblogy first, still with the Hufflepuffs. Oh then double Defence Against the Dark Arts, that should be interesting. History of Magic after lunch." She rounded on Harry. "What do you have when we're in History of Magic?"
"A free." He said with a smile, than added more seriously. "It's not surprising really that I didn't get an O.W.L, I mean I fell asleep half way through. What do we have last?"
"Double Transfiguration" said Hermione, "let me guess you have a free then?"
Ron just smiled in return. The post arrived a few minutes later; the hall a mass of wings and feathers. Harry's attention was suddenly directed to the end of the table; Dudley had just fallen off his seat in shock.
Herblogy passed uneventfully, excerpt for same prison ivy trying to strangle Ron, he was rescued by a laughing Harry. When the lesson was over the Hufflepuffs headed of to Charms, the Gryfindors to their first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson of the year. With the happy knowledge that their new teacher could not be as bad as their last.
Harry, Ron and Hermione found seats and sat down, taking out their quills, parchment, ink and wands and settled down to wait. Nothing happened, people started chattering and still nothing happened. Five minutes passed. The noise in the room slowly increased. Ten minutes passed and still nothing happened, but still they waited for something. At last after another five minutes the classroom door swung open. Professor Dumbledore walked into the room. Today the ribbons in his beard were blue.
(Author notes - I have just realized how hard it is going to be to distinguish between Dumbledore and his brother. So I will let you know which one it is as soon as one enters, e.g. ribbons, the DADA teacher, half- moon glasses, the Headmaster you get the message? Bet once I have let you know which one he is then he will be Professor Dumbledore as long as I see fit.)
"Today's lesson will be one to see what you know." He said without any preamble. "What you tell me about Kuang-Shs?"
By the end of the lesson only Harry and Hermione were still able to answer his questions. The oddest thing about the lesson was not the very difficult questions, it was the comments he made. He didn't seem to notice that he was saying anything at all, but every time someone answered a question he would say something about them. There did not seem to be anything personal about it, he did it to everyone.
The bell rang to signal the start of break, but he did not stop. He only stopped talking when dean pointed out that they were ten minutes late for lunch.
"Have you had long enough to think about it yet?" Dean said to Harry, as they sat down.
"Think about what?" Harry said playing dumb.
"'Think about what?' I ask you." Ron said in disbelief.
"About restarting the DA." Neville said helpfully.
"Well I don't know," Harry said slowly playing for time. "It's not like we need it any more. Not with -". He pointed at the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher who had just entered the Hall.
"But that's just it we want to continue with it." Said Dean forcefully. But as Harry failed to look convinced Dean carried on. "We know we don't strictly speaking need it, but -".
He was interrupted by Neville.
"We do need it." He said passionately, taking everyone by surprise. "Now more than ever. Now that You-Know-Who is out in the open. He won't hesitate to attack, and we need to be able to defend ourselves."
Harry looked at Neville's determent face for a moment and then said, "ok, we'll start the DA up again. I'll let you know when the first meeting is."
*
Harry said good-bye to Ron and Hermione and head towards the library meaning to look up a few curses for the DA. He did not get very far however. Just and he turned into the corridor leading to the library, he felt something tugging at his robes. He looked down and saw,
"Hello Dobby."
"Hello Harry Potter." The elf said, unable to stand still in excitement. "Dobby has been sent to find Harry Potter" he positively shown with pleasure, "and take him to the headmaster."
"Thanks Dobby." Harry said as they were standing next the gargoyle. Dobby had insisted on taking him all the way.
"Dobby was told to bring Harry Potter to the headmaster and Dobby will take Harry Potter to the headmaster."
"Mmm Chocolate frogs," Harry said trying to work out the latest password "err Frizzing Whizzbees, Insulting Pear Drops."
Gargoyle leaped aside, Harry step on to the moving stair case a moment later he was knocking on Dumbledore's office door. The door swung open of it's own accord.
"Come in Harry, take a seat. I would like to talk to you." Said Dumbledore from behind his desk. His blue eyes alight with pleasure. (A/N ha! See the real Dumbledore, no that will make you think the other one is fake, not the real but the first!)
Harry walked forward and sat down in the proffered seat. Dumbledore surveyed him for a moment before continuing.
"The trouble arose last year because I was not open with you, I am not going to make the same mistake twice." He began in his usual calm manger. "I trust the rest of your holiday was pleasant?"
"Thank you sir, it was. I've never seen Dursleys so lost for words." Harry said with a smile.
Dumbledore smiled blandly. "Would I be right in assuming that you would be interested in hear about what happen the night before you were due to return to Hogwarts?" Harry merely nodded. "As you know Hogsmead was attacked. Up until now the attacks have only been directed at muggles, these attacks were not done on the orders of Voldemort. That is not to say that they were done without his leave, but he didn't organize them. He did however organize the attack on Hogsmead."
"But why Hogsmead? What could he gain from attacking Hogsmead?" Harry said before he could stop himself.
"Ever since the end of last year Voldemort has become more determined than ever to hear the prophecy." Dumbledore said flatly. "Since the record was destroyed, his only hope of hearing the rest of the prophecy is to hear it from someone else. He guesses that I will have told you all I can about the prophecy." Dumbledore paused a moment before continuing. "Voldemort was lead to believe that I had become increasing alarmed for your safety. And that I had arranged for you to arrive at Hogwarts ahead of the rest of the students."
"So he attacked Hogsmead," Harry said slowly, trying to put his thoughts into words, "to get me." As he said this, he could fell the anger building up inside him again. Anger at Voldemort, and anger at himself. So that was why Hogsmeade had been attacked, because of him. Moody was lying in a bed at St Mungo's because of him and because of the prophecy. "So I could tell him the rest of the prophecy?"
"I'm afraid so Harry." Dumbledore shifted in his chair. "He considers your mind easier to crack, then my own. I don't know why considering his past experiences with you."
"Doesn't anyone else know what the prophecy says?" Harry asked, trying to speak normally.
"At the moment, no. You and I Harry are the only two people who know the entire prophecy." Dumbledore said grimly. "Other people did know, but they unfortunately do not remember", Dumbledore blue eyes were sadly dull.
"Don't remember sir?" Harry said in some confusion.
"No Harry they don't", Dumbledore's eyes were now glistening angrily. "The other people I told the entire prophecy to were your and Neville's parents.
"What about the Order, surely they-"Harry started to ask, trying to distracted himself from what Dumbledore had just said, but Dumbledore answered before he had time to finish.
"Yes they do know some of it, in fact they only know what Voldemort himself knows." Dumbledore said, rubbing his foot. (A/N don't worry Dumbledore is not going insane there is a reason...) "I felt it was unwise to let too many people know, if any of them were captured," he sighed. "In fiction people take their secrets to the grave, no matter what they have to go through. Not so in real life, some people can and do. But those who don't, or worse still those who tell without a moments thought." Dumbledore's normal sparking eyes were cold with anger for some unknown reason.
"I told your parents, because they had a right to know that their lives and yours were endanger." He was still rubbing his foot, suddenly he waved his arms impatiently.
"Please excuse me Harry, but this socks appear to be biting my feet." With that he pulled them off, and looked at them with interested. 'A present from my dear brother." He suddenly started to laugh. "I thought he would have stopped by the time he reached his age, I should have known better.
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Author's Notes - Thank you to all the people who have reviewed.