a/n: hem hem Here it is, the long awaited, CHAPTER 6! Love love love all the reviewers! Please keep them coming! And a special thank you too moonypadfoot, cause she rocks-P Oh yeah and when you see this, it means he's having a flashback.
When Harry woke the next morning, it was to sun shining in through his windows. He groggily glanced at his watch. It was 2:00 PM, in the bloody afternoon? The farewell feast would be over in another half hour! Cursing under his breath, he got out of bed and hurriedly dressed himself. Practically sprinting to the Great Hall, Harry peered into the feast. Apparently no one was missing him all that much. He glanced over at the Slytherin table and was surprised to find none-other than Malfoy waving at him. Harry cautiously strolled over to the Slytherin table.
"Your mum failed me!" Draco moaned.
"Failed you? Failed you from what?" asked Harry confused.
Draco half-heartedly glared at him. "I know how you must feel. I'd probably be in denial too if my mum was a professor."
Harry looked up towards the staff table. Malfoy was right! There she was in the standard black Hogwarts robes. "Right, so what does she teach again?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Charms."
"What about Professor Flitwick?" Harry mused.
"What about him? Isn't he the one who died in the same fire as Binns, only Binns decided to become a ghost?"
"Yeah, I suppose that's right. Well I'm going over to the Gryffindor table." And with that Harry walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Ron and Hermione. All the people around him turned and glared at Harry. It dawned on him. Ron and Hermione were obviously now an 'item'. And the new couple hated Harry.
Harry wordlessly got up and walked toward the other end of the table, trying to ignore the laughter that had just burst out from Ron and Hermione's section of the table.
He found Neville surrounded by a bunch of fourth year girls. Feeling sorry him, he sat down next to Neville and told the girls to bugger off. The girls, looking hurt, when and sat down at another part of the table.
"Hey man, what are you doing scaring off my chicks like that?" asked Neville.
"Your chicks?" asked Harry.
"Well yeah, I haven't had a shag in a few days and I was getting close with that little blonde."
"Oh, I'm sorry...I didn't know, said Harry, completely shocked that Neville could get anyone at all. "So why didn't you wake me up this morning for the feast?"
Neville raised his eyebrows at Harry. "Why? Well, let's see. First year when I woke you up, I ended up with a black eye for about two weeks. Second year, Seamus tried to wake you up and ended up hexed. I think I can safely say that no one has woken you up since then unless it was a dire emergency. Also, according to you, you have no need to come to the feast because you're still going to be here for a few days and you can eat all you want." Neville finished pompously.
"Why will I be here for a few more days?"
"Because your Mum's a bloody professor," said Neville, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yeah, so have I never ridden the Hogwarts Express?"
"Not anymore, you did once in first year. I'm starting to like this test. Perhaps your mom should give out quizzes over you. At least then we know all the girls would pass," said Neville enthusiastically.
"Who's my best friend?"
"Your best friend would have to be, well Draco, you've known each other for at least most of your lives I'd say."
"Right then Neville, said Harry trying to play along with Neville's test theory. "You've gotten top marks."
"Gee, thanks," replied Neville. Noticing that the headmaster was about to speak, he cut off his conversation and turned towards the professor.
"Well students, it's been a great year, concluding of course with the Quidditch Cup still in the hands of Gryffindor." At this, Dumbledore nodded towards the Gryffindor table where tremendous applause broke out, and Harry found several hands patting him on the back. "Goodbye to my seventh years, I hope your time here was well spent, and to everyone else, I'll see you next year!"
There was applause and cheering at the end of the feast as everyone got up and made their way towards the carriages. Harry was confused about what he was to do. Should he go find his mum in her office?
"Harry!" a voice called.
Harry wheeled around and saw a boy who looked about a third year with dark red hair and hazel eyes.
-Harry was in a hospital, in what appeared to be a waiting room.
A nurse came out. "Harry, you can come in now!"
Harry walked into a delivery room. Looking up, he saw his mum. "Harry, meet your new baby brother! Arthur Jeremy Potter!" -
Harry looked at the boy before him. "Arthur?"
The boy Harry supposed was Arthur rolled his eyes. "Harry you wanker! Don't call me that!"
"What else am I supposed to call you?" asked Harry impatiently.
"YOU know I go by Jeremy!" Jeremy said exasperated. "Come on, let's go find Mum. If we can help her get all her shit together maybe we'll be able to leave in the morning." Jeremy started down towards the charms classroom. Harry, having nothing else to do, followed him.
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