Author's Notes - I am planning on killing of quite a few people, three
people are going to die in this chapter along and there is a least one more
death before the end. By the bye a lot, I repeat a lot of people are going
to die, but they are all necessary. I wouldn't kill somebody just because I
don't them; well maybe, no, I wouldn't do that, not really!
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-Chapter Eight-
Hatred Renewed
After Harry left Dumbledore's office he went to the library, as he was planned to reopen the DA he needed to do some heavy research. He had spent the summer thinking about what had happened at the Ministry. It was rather hard not to when parts of it were continually replayed in his dreams. He was planing on finding different methods with witch they could duel, something no one would expect.
Harry was going to use his newfound realization in his plans for the DA. He was planning to find each member a unique way of fighting, giving the members the element of surprise. Where possible two, but that would depend on personality, ability and determination. Harry was sure most of them would cope to develop at least one.
Harry started wandering through the bookshelves looking for anything that seemed likely. By the time he returned to the table, where he had put his bag, he was staggering under the load. He started to look through them; he only looked up when the bell rang. He crammed as many of the books as he could into his bag and set off for Transfiguration.
When he reach the classroom he found that most of the class was already there, he slid into a seat next Hermione and looked around at the class in interest. With a shock, he realized that there were members from all the houses in this class. He spotted Malfoy at the back, without Crabbe and Goyle as was normal but with a boy Harry vaguely remembered was called Theodore Nott.
"How was History of Magic?" Harry asked, still looking around the class.
"Not so bad you know. We've started doing the 'beginning of magic' as far as wizards are concerned." Hermione almost looked excited. "Did you get any work done?"
"Well, not school work." Harry told her about his plans for the D. He wasn't quite ready to tell his friends about the prophecy, not just yet anyway. So he left at his little chat with Dumbledore, it would be a little hard to tell her about it without mentioning the prophecy.
"But Harry, that's a brilliant idea. When do we start?" She squealed excitedly, Harry was prevented answering by Professor McGonagall who was starting the listen.
"First let me congratulate you all on making it into the N.E.W.Ts Transfiguration class. Let me warn you, I will not stand for any of the misbehavior or missing around from this class." Professor McGonagall began in her usual matter.
They were transfiguring cushions into badgers; by the end of the double period most people had turned their cushion black and white and altered the size and shape a little. Hermione had got the farthest with hers; it looked like a stuffed badger. Harry had only managed to change the colour of his; he left the class feeling depressed.
"Don't worry so much Harry you'll get there." Hermione said encouragingly, over her plate of roast chicken and potatoes that night. "No managed to transfigure their cushion completely."
"Yeah, but they still did more than me." Harry said flatly, stabbing a potato with his fork. "Now I know have it feels to be Neville."
"At least you got in mate." said Ron. "You should have heard Fred and George when they found out that I hadn't got into her class, they couldn't believe that they had beaten me."
"Harry, tell Ron your idea." Hermione said suddenly on their way up to Gryfindor tower. So Harry told Ron.
"So what you mean you wanted us all to become Animagi or something?" Ron said uncertainly, apprehension on his face.
"No, well not all." Harry said, smiling at the expression on Ron's face. "The whole point is everyone doesn't have the same. Well some of us will have the same things, but not all."
"If we all had the same, we would just need one of us to duel with a Deatheater for them all to know what it was. And we would be back in the same situation again." Hermione said proudly.
"What else could we do?" Asked Ron mystified.
"Lots of things." Harry said happily. "Dumbledore made the statues come to life in his duel with Voldemort" Ron drew in a breath quickly. "I've been doing some research on the subject and there are lots of things we could do."
"You already have one." Hermione said, thinking hard.
"What do you mean?" Harry said startled.
"You're a Parselmouth." She said smiling happily.
"Yeah so what?" Harry said even more confused now.
"You can talk to snakes." Hermione said as if this would make everything clear.
"I know I can. So what?" Harry said in irritation.
"You can control snakes like V-Voldemort." She said.
"I never thought of it that way," Harry said, "it's just been a reason for everyone to think I'm evil! It wouldn't be much good against Voldemort, he'd have it too so it wouldn't help me."
"That's right Harry. It wouldn't help either of you." Hermione said, as they had reached the Fat Lady. "Penanggalan."
The Fat Lady swung open, Hermione step through the portrait hole and stopped.
"Hermione do you mind moving so we can get through?" Ron asked impatiently. Hermione moved to the right so they could get passed her, they stopped when the common room came in to view.
Dudley was cowering in front of a group of first years. A scrawny brown haired boy was standing a little to the front of the group, with his wand in his hand. Mark Evans was standing next to him; he turned to see who had come in through the portrait hole.
"Harry will bear us out." Mark said excitedly, pull Harry forward.
"With what?" Harry asked in confession, looking at Dudley.
"By telling them that he." The scrawny brown haired boy pointed at Dudley. "Doesn't belong here and that his' a worthless muggle."
"And that his' a bullying git." said Mark forcefully.
"As much as I don't like it he isn't a muggle." Harry said dully. He hated to emit it to himself, but he was starting to feel sorry for Dudley, but then he remembered the years of suffering because of Dudley, "and yes he's a bullying git, but he still belongs here."
Harry crossed the room and spotted before going up the stairs, which lead to the boys' dormites.
"Put your wand away, what's your name by the way?" Harry asked the first year.
"Grant Fleming," He said proudly.
*
The sixth years had potions first thing the next morning. Ron was ecstatic with the prospect of another double free period. Harry on the other hand was not nearly as happy, the thought that he had so nearly escape Snape, only to return to the dungeons. He conceded himself with the knowledge that he was doing this in order to obtain his dream of becoming an auror. Nevertheless Harry could feel his spirits dropping as he descended the stone steps and entered Snape's dungeon. Once there he and Hermione took their usual seats at the back. The class was small; they were the only Gryffindors present. But they were not the only ones trying to hide. Susan Bones and Justin Finch-Fletchley from Hufflepuff joined them at their table. Terry Boot, Morag MacDougal and Lisa Turpin all from Ravenclaw sat down at the table next to them. The door swung open, a shiver ran around the class. It was Snape who entered; it was Malfoy, again without Crabbe and Goyle, but with Millicent Bulstrode, Theodore Nott and a couple of more Slytherins Harry did not know. They head towards a table right at the front of the class; to get there they had to pass Harry and Hermione's table. Malfoy stopped die in his tracts when he saw Harry.
"What are you doing here Potter? This isn't muggle Studies." He leered.
"I know Malfoy; I'm taking Potions this year." Harry said smuggle, Malfoy's mouth fell open in surprise and horror, unable to think of any reply he fled to the front table. Harry had for a moment felt a happy balloon filling up inside him at Malfoy's horror, it burst, however, as Snape walked in through the door.
"Before we start let me congratulate you all on achieving an Outstanding in your potions O.W.L last year. " Snape began in his usual manner, "however the standard has dropped recently." His eyes were fixed on Harry now, "and such being the cause it is very doubtful that you will all still be here at the end of the year."
Harry who was trying, with little success, to keep his face straight. It was not that the potions master had said anything funny it was just Harry kept thinking about a summer afternoon nearly twenty years ago, when Harry's father had turned Snape upside-down. Over the summer Harry had come to terms with what he had seen his father and Sirius doing. He had come to understand that since he had never met his parents he still idolised them the way a child would, they could do no wrong. He had not understood that they were human, and had flours. Sirius had been as bad as his father, yet his behaviour had not shocked Harry. He understood that Sirius had not been perfect; he now understood that about his parents. Snape could through his worst at him, he could take it. For all he had to do was remember his father holding Snape upside-down with his wand.
"I expect top grades from this class, or you will suffer my displeasure." Snape continued to lecture them for half an hour, and then. "Potter, how long must one stew lacewings for in a Polyjuice Potion?"
Harry could hear Hermione's voice wafting back from a bathroom in their second year.
"Twenty-one days, sir" he added as an after thought.
Snape looked surprised, he clearly had not been expecting Harry to be able to answer, let alone get the answer right. After quizzing Harry for about ten minutes he turned away in disgusted. They were then set to work on making the draft of living death. He seemed determined to find something wrong with Harry's potion. Therefore Harry made sure that he read each instruction carefully before acting a pone it. By the end of the class his potion was almost the same pale green as Hermione's. Snape who seemed resolved on taking away a least one point from Harry, and had been standing over him. Justin Finch-Fletchley was unable to take Snape's continually presence at their table and lost his nerve and dropping the whole bottle of dragon's blood into his caldron instead of three drops. The caldron exploded, covering the people close by with a thick grey liquid.
"Ten points from Hufflepuff you incapable brat." Snape snared, he turn towards Harry. "Potter what are you doing? Help Finch-Fletchley clean that up now!"
Harry glared at Snape as he passed, he bent down to start cleaning up. His scar burned white hot, he could still see the room but his was a where of another room and hooded figures. The Dungeon faded slightly, the other room came into clearer focus. Harry became a where that he was sitting in a chair, he could feel anger cursing through his veins.
"What do you mean, he didn't know anything; he must have known something?" Harry spat at the hooded figure in front of him.
One of the figures, slightly smaller than the others, was trembling.
"All he knew was what we already know." He stammered. "We tried master- we really tried, but he only knew the first par-"
"That will do Wormtail." Harry said, "it seems that the muggle-loving fool has learnt his lesson. More then I gave him credit for." He was quite so angry now. "And what did you do with him?"
"We used the Cruciatus Curse on him, but he would not talk." It was a woman voice this time, at the sound of it Harry's blood turned cold, he had recognized that voice. It was the voice of Bellatrix Lestrange .He could feel anger yet it was not his! "So we turned the Cruciatus Curse on his wife. That's when he broke down and admitted that he was one of He's little group. But it was only when we turned the curse on his daughter that he told us all he knew."
Harry was experiencing some very odd emotions, he was not as angry as before, yet he could still felt anger.
"What did you do with them?" He asked off handedly.
"When we were sure we have extracted all the information from them that he could we disposed them."
The room was fading, Snape's Dungeon was coming into clearer focus.
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Thank you to girlwholived, Turelie Telcontar, radarPLO, Tropic, HarryGryffinGirl, Nyoko and Neri/Mayra
I was going to make this longer but I have run out of time so this is all for a bit, but I will up date as soon as possible!
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-Chapter Eight-
Hatred Renewed
After Harry left Dumbledore's office he went to the library, as he was planned to reopen the DA he needed to do some heavy research. He had spent the summer thinking about what had happened at the Ministry. It was rather hard not to when parts of it were continually replayed in his dreams. He was planing on finding different methods with witch they could duel, something no one would expect.
Harry was going to use his newfound realization in his plans for the DA. He was planning to find each member a unique way of fighting, giving the members the element of surprise. Where possible two, but that would depend on personality, ability and determination. Harry was sure most of them would cope to develop at least one.
Harry started wandering through the bookshelves looking for anything that seemed likely. By the time he returned to the table, where he had put his bag, he was staggering under the load. He started to look through them; he only looked up when the bell rang. He crammed as many of the books as he could into his bag and set off for Transfiguration.
When he reach the classroom he found that most of the class was already there, he slid into a seat next Hermione and looked around at the class in interest. With a shock, he realized that there were members from all the houses in this class. He spotted Malfoy at the back, without Crabbe and Goyle as was normal but with a boy Harry vaguely remembered was called Theodore Nott.
"How was History of Magic?" Harry asked, still looking around the class.
"Not so bad you know. We've started doing the 'beginning of magic' as far as wizards are concerned." Hermione almost looked excited. "Did you get any work done?"
"Well, not school work." Harry told her about his plans for the D. He wasn't quite ready to tell his friends about the prophecy, not just yet anyway. So he left at his little chat with Dumbledore, it would be a little hard to tell her about it without mentioning the prophecy.
"But Harry, that's a brilliant idea. When do we start?" She squealed excitedly, Harry was prevented answering by Professor McGonagall who was starting the listen.
"First let me congratulate you all on making it into the N.E.W.Ts Transfiguration class. Let me warn you, I will not stand for any of the misbehavior or missing around from this class." Professor McGonagall began in her usual matter.
They were transfiguring cushions into badgers; by the end of the double period most people had turned their cushion black and white and altered the size and shape a little. Hermione had got the farthest with hers; it looked like a stuffed badger. Harry had only managed to change the colour of his; he left the class feeling depressed.
"Don't worry so much Harry you'll get there." Hermione said encouragingly, over her plate of roast chicken and potatoes that night. "No managed to transfigure their cushion completely."
"Yeah, but they still did more than me." Harry said flatly, stabbing a potato with his fork. "Now I know have it feels to be Neville."
"At least you got in mate." said Ron. "You should have heard Fred and George when they found out that I hadn't got into her class, they couldn't believe that they had beaten me."
"Harry, tell Ron your idea." Hermione said suddenly on their way up to Gryfindor tower. So Harry told Ron.
"So what you mean you wanted us all to become Animagi or something?" Ron said uncertainly, apprehension on his face.
"No, well not all." Harry said, smiling at the expression on Ron's face. "The whole point is everyone doesn't have the same. Well some of us will have the same things, but not all."
"If we all had the same, we would just need one of us to duel with a Deatheater for them all to know what it was. And we would be back in the same situation again." Hermione said proudly.
"What else could we do?" Asked Ron mystified.
"Lots of things." Harry said happily. "Dumbledore made the statues come to life in his duel with Voldemort" Ron drew in a breath quickly. "I've been doing some research on the subject and there are lots of things we could do."
"You already have one." Hermione said, thinking hard.
"What do you mean?" Harry said startled.
"You're a Parselmouth." She said smiling happily.
"Yeah so what?" Harry said even more confused now.
"You can talk to snakes." Hermione said as if this would make everything clear.
"I know I can. So what?" Harry said in irritation.
"You can control snakes like V-Voldemort." She said.
"I never thought of it that way," Harry said, "it's just been a reason for everyone to think I'm evil! It wouldn't be much good against Voldemort, he'd have it too so it wouldn't help me."
"That's right Harry. It wouldn't help either of you." Hermione said, as they had reached the Fat Lady. "Penanggalan."
The Fat Lady swung open, Hermione step through the portrait hole and stopped.
"Hermione do you mind moving so we can get through?" Ron asked impatiently. Hermione moved to the right so they could get passed her, they stopped when the common room came in to view.
Dudley was cowering in front of a group of first years. A scrawny brown haired boy was standing a little to the front of the group, with his wand in his hand. Mark Evans was standing next to him; he turned to see who had come in through the portrait hole.
"Harry will bear us out." Mark said excitedly, pull Harry forward.
"With what?" Harry asked in confession, looking at Dudley.
"By telling them that he." The scrawny brown haired boy pointed at Dudley. "Doesn't belong here and that his' a worthless muggle."
"And that his' a bullying git." said Mark forcefully.
"As much as I don't like it he isn't a muggle." Harry said dully. He hated to emit it to himself, but he was starting to feel sorry for Dudley, but then he remembered the years of suffering because of Dudley, "and yes he's a bullying git, but he still belongs here."
Harry crossed the room and spotted before going up the stairs, which lead to the boys' dormites.
"Put your wand away, what's your name by the way?" Harry asked the first year.
"Grant Fleming," He said proudly.
*
The sixth years had potions first thing the next morning. Ron was ecstatic with the prospect of another double free period. Harry on the other hand was not nearly as happy, the thought that he had so nearly escape Snape, only to return to the dungeons. He conceded himself with the knowledge that he was doing this in order to obtain his dream of becoming an auror. Nevertheless Harry could feel his spirits dropping as he descended the stone steps and entered Snape's dungeon. Once there he and Hermione took their usual seats at the back. The class was small; they were the only Gryffindors present. But they were not the only ones trying to hide. Susan Bones and Justin Finch-Fletchley from Hufflepuff joined them at their table. Terry Boot, Morag MacDougal and Lisa Turpin all from Ravenclaw sat down at the table next to them. The door swung open, a shiver ran around the class. It was Snape who entered; it was Malfoy, again without Crabbe and Goyle, but with Millicent Bulstrode, Theodore Nott and a couple of more Slytherins Harry did not know. They head towards a table right at the front of the class; to get there they had to pass Harry and Hermione's table. Malfoy stopped die in his tracts when he saw Harry.
"What are you doing here Potter? This isn't muggle Studies." He leered.
"I know Malfoy; I'm taking Potions this year." Harry said smuggle, Malfoy's mouth fell open in surprise and horror, unable to think of any reply he fled to the front table. Harry had for a moment felt a happy balloon filling up inside him at Malfoy's horror, it burst, however, as Snape walked in through the door.
"Before we start let me congratulate you all on achieving an Outstanding in your potions O.W.L last year. " Snape began in his usual manner, "however the standard has dropped recently." His eyes were fixed on Harry now, "and such being the cause it is very doubtful that you will all still be here at the end of the year."
Harry who was trying, with little success, to keep his face straight. It was not that the potions master had said anything funny it was just Harry kept thinking about a summer afternoon nearly twenty years ago, when Harry's father had turned Snape upside-down. Over the summer Harry had come to terms with what he had seen his father and Sirius doing. He had come to understand that since he had never met his parents he still idolised them the way a child would, they could do no wrong. He had not understood that they were human, and had flours. Sirius had been as bad as his father, yet his behaviour had not shocked Harry. He understood that Sirius had not been perfect; he now understood that about his parents. Snape could through his worst at him, he could take it. For all he had to do was remember his father holding Snape upside-down with his wand.
"I expect top grades from this class, or you will suffer my displeasure." Snape continued to lecture them for half an hour, and then. "Potter, how long must one stew lacewings for in a Polyjuice Potion?"
Harry could hear Hermione's voice wafting back from a bathroom in their second year.
"Twenty-one days, sir" he added as an after thought.
Snape looked surprised, he clearly had not been expecting Harry to be able to answer, let alone get the answer right. After quizzing Harry for about ten minutes he turned away in disgusted. They were then set to work on making the draft of living death. He seemed determined to find something wrong with Harry's potion. Therefore Harry made sure that he read each instruction carefully before acting a pone it. By the end of the class his potion was almost the same pale green as Hermione's. Snape who seemed resolved on taking away a least one point from Harry, and had been standing over him. Justin Finch-Fletchley was unable to take Snape's continually presence at their table and lost his nerve and dropping the whole bottle of dragon's blood into his caldron instead of three drops. The caldron exploded, covering the people close by with a thick grey liquid.
"Ten points from Hufflepuff you incapable brat." Snape snared, he turn towards Harry. "Potter what are you doing? Help Finch-Fletchley clean that up now!"
Harry glared at Snape as he passed, he bent down to start cleaning up. His scar burned white hot, he could still see the room but his was a where of another room and hooded figures. The Dungeon faded slightly, the other room came into clearer focus. Harry became a where that he was sitting in a chair, he could feel anger cursing through his veins.
"What do you mean, he didn't know anything; he must have known something?" Harry spat at the hooded figure in front of him.
One of the figures, slightly smaller than the others, was trembling.
"All he knew was what we already know." He stammered. "We tried master- we really tried, but he only knew the first par-"
"That will do Wormtail." Harry said, "it seems that the muggle-loving fool has learnt his lesson. More then I gave him credit for." He was quite so angry now. "And what did you do with him?"
"We used the Cruciatus Curse on him, but he would not talk." It was a woman voice this time, at the sound of it Harry's blood turned cold, he had recognized that voice. It was the voice of Bellatrix Lestrange .He could feel anger yet it was not his! "So we turned the Cruciatus Curse on his wife. That's when he broke down and admitted that he was one of He's little group. But it was only when we turned the curse on his daughter that he told us all he knew."
Harry was experiencing some very odd emotions, he was not as angry as before, yet he could still felt anger.
"What did you do with them?" He asked off handedly.
"When we were sure we have extracted all the information from them that he could we disposed them."
The room was fading, Snape's Dungeon was coming into clearer focus.
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Thank you to girlwholived, Turelie Telcontar, radarPLO, Tropic, HarryGryffinGirl, Nyoko and Neri/Mayra
I was going to make this longer but I have run out of time so this is all for a bit, but I will up date as soon as possible!