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Chapter Three:
"Where's you're owl?" Tonks asked Harry five minutes later. Harry shrugged.
"Think she's with Ron. She'll be fine, she's managed on her own before."
Tonks nodded, then suddenly grinned. "I wouldn't cross Snape tonight, Harry. He's not too happy about having to pick you up and I don't think he'd appreciate it if you tried to wind him up..."
"Me? Wind Snape up? Never..."
Tonks frowned. "Now that I think about it... he's been acting really odd lately..."
Absently, she waved her wand around the room; various clothes and books soaring through the air towards his trunk.
"Have the relatives been giving you a hard time, Harry?"
Harry shook his head. "Nope. Left me alone most of the time. Been bored out of my mind."
She sighed. "Damn! I was really excited about kicking some muggle butt! And you just had to ruin my fun!"
Harry shook his head. "So you're saying you want the muggles to be mean to me?" he said in a hurt voice.
"Well, yes! If it means a good time for me!" She winked, and then grinned.
"By the way, Harry, Happy Birthday!" But Harry gave a gasp of surprise as particularly strong thought passed through his mind...
I hope he likes his surprise party!
Harry could barely stifle his giggles. No one would be keeping a secret from him now.
"Right. Got everything? Cage? Trunk? Good. Now, we'll be going by portkey this time, so we don't have to be as wary as we did last year, but I still want you to be on a lookout..."
She gave a sort of cheesy grin. "Lets get going, the others will be wondering where we are. Locomotor Trunks!" she cried, and they set of down the stairs.
"There we are!" said Tonks, stepping onto the last stair.
"Tonks – look out!"
"Huh?"
"Don't trip on the-"
But it was too late. Harry's trunk fell to the ground with a crash, and Tonks went flying.
Harry didn't know what made him do it. It was... instinct. Reflex. Whatever you wanted to call it. But the next thing Harry knew, he leaped down the last three stairs and grabbed Tonks' shoulder, stopping her from landing flat on her face mere centimetres from the ground.
"Woah," said Tonks breathlessly, as Harry let go of here shoulder. "Thanks for that Harry... that would have hurt..." she grinned sheepishly at the glares coming her way. "Sorry," she said, crossing her arms. "But its not like I meant to do it."
Lupin sighed and pulled out something from inside his coat. "Here, this will take us to the Headquarters," It was little figurine of a phoenix. "Every one grab hold. Shackbolt – you take Harry's trunk, and Harry – you take you're cage. Everyone ready? Good. On the count of three... one, two, three!"
And Harry felt that horrible sensation of the pull behind his navel.
"Here we are!" They were in the hallway of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.
"You okay Harry?" asked Molly Weasley in concern, as she stepped out of the kitchen.
"Yeah..." he said slowly. "Yeah, I'm fine..."
She grabbed him in a hug, and, like Lupin, held him at arms length. She made a tutting noise. "You've grown, but they still haven't fed you enough," Again, she made the same tutting noise. "All of you," She began, glaring at the rest of the order, "When you're eating with him," she jabbed a finger in Harry's direction. "Make sure he eats a lot of food. No letting him off, understand?" A series of, 'Yes, ma'am' and 'We'll do our best, Mrs. Weasley' followed.
"Hey!" cried Harry; "You're not allowed to tell me how to eat!"
"Oh yes I can!" said Mrs. Weasley stubbornly, and Harry glared at her. "Now, Ron and the others are waiting upstairs, we're going to have a short meeting, so stay away."
She crossed her arms at Harry, who was still glaring stubbornly back. "Now!" she said, "Up! Get up those stairs!"
Harry couldn't help but grin slightly at her, and as he made his way up the stairs, he was sure he saw Snape looking slightly amused...
And smiling...
Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.
Harry shook his head, and opened the door.
"Harry!" cried a voice shrilly, as she barrelled into him and hugged him tightly. "I missed you so much! Are you okay? We're so glad you could come! Happy Birthday! Sorry that I didn't send you're present but they told me that you would be coming later so I didn't send it yet-"
"Hermione..." said Harry slowly, "breath..."
Ron laughed. "How are you mate?" He clapped him on the shoulder. "They're having another meeting down there. I wish I could hear what they were saying..."
Rosie never said he couldn't tell anyone...
He looked around the room. Ginny, Fred, George, Ron, and Hermione. Yeah, he'd tell them, but he wouldn't tell the adults... yet.
"Look..." he said slowly. "I gotta tell you something, and it's really important."
He paused, and the other sat down, waiting patiently. And he told them. He told them about Rosie, his new powers, everything that had happened that night.
He finished, and they were speechless. The twins were first to move. "YES!" They cried, jumping in the air. "Now it will be even easier to eavesdrop on the order!"
Hermione looked absolutely delighted. "Oh, imagine the research I could do on this!" she said, clapping her hands in delight. Ginny was smiling at him, and Ron grinned at him. "Show us something!" Ron said.
Harry frowned. "I haven't done anything yet... I'll try. I want to do the shadow thing. It sounds-" he stopped suddenly as his hand turned into a sort of black mist, and then snapped back into a solid.
Guess I forgot to mention that,
Rosie's voice came in his head.
You can turn into a shadow as well. You can turn transparent, turn into a persons shadow, sort of like a ghost, but black instead of white.
"Well, nice of her to tell me,"
The others looked confused, and Harry clarified. "Remember me and Rosie's mind link?" He waited for them to nod. "She told me that she forgot to mention that I can turn into a shadow. Like, I can follow people as their shadow and they won't know I'm there. I can also turn into a sort of transparent, black ghost."
"Woah..." whispered Fred in awe. "Walk through me, Harry!"
Harry gave him a strange look.
"I want to see if it feels like walking through a ghost." He said defensively.
"I don't know how..."
"Just do what you did with you're hand!
Harry took a deep breath, closed his eyes and walked forward, all the while thinking, 'Shadow, shadow, shadow...'
He opened his eyes to find the others gaping at him.
"Didn't feel a thing," whispered Fred in awe. "Amazing..."
"What?" said Harry frantically, "What did I do?"
Hermione cleared her throat. "You're not quite like a ghost, as they have a more defined shape. You were more like kind of a black mist, roughly in the shape of a human, but you're more... free, if that's the right word. Scientifically, I'd say you're molecules weren't as tightly packed as a ghost's molecules. Probably more tightly packed than a gas' molecules, but- "
She stopped at the blank faces.
"Oh honestly! Haven't you ever read a science text book in your life?"
She sighed as the five all shook their heads. "Terrible..." she muttered.
"Anyway," said Harry quickly. "What do I do?"
"What do you mean, 'What do I do?' You eavesdrop on the Order! You make things that they need burst into flame! You read their minds! That's what you do!" exclaimed Fred.
"Yeah, so shadow you're arse into that kitchen and find out what they're saying!"
Harry grinned, saluted the twins, disappearing through the shadows in the bedroom and reappearing in the shadows of the kitchen.
"It looks like this," McGonagall was saying, holding up a picture of a silver ring. "It's in possession of the Dark Lord, but he is not able to use it yet. He is going to give it to a Death-Eater named Michael Jack. He's in the inner-circle, apparently very powerful."
Harry closed his eyes, probing into McGonagall's mind...
If this ring can really double You-Know-Who's powers... we're doomed...
"We've got to be careful. Snape, will you be able to tell us when the Dark Lord actually gives the ring to this Michael Jack? Because the Dark Lord is in possession of the Ring at this moment in time, is he not?" growled Moody.
"Yes, the Dark Lord has the ring at the moment." Said Snape, "I'll try and keep track of the ring, but he might hand it to Jack in secret... for safety purposes."
Harry appeared back in the bedroom, with a huge grin on his face.
"Well?" said Ron, hopping from foot to foot. "What they say? What's happening! Tell us!"
"Apparently Voldie's got some ring." Said Harry, grinning. "Really powerful, but he can't use it, so he's giving it to some guy named Michael Jack."
"That's all fine and dandy, but what does the ring do?"
"I read McGonagall's mind-"
"Harry!" Hermione shrieked. "You can't read a professor's mind!"
"Anyway, I read McGonagall's mind, and she was thinking something like, ' if this ring can double Voldemort's powers we're doomed.'"
"Wow..." whispered Ron. "These powers may really come in handy, Harry!"
"Well, Harry shouldn't be abusing his powers like this-" began Hermione.
"Imagine all the stuff we can find out with you, Harry!" said Ginny, smiling.
"If someone would just listen to me! I think it terrible that Harry's abusing-"
"Oh! When's my surprise party?" Harry said out of the blue.
There was a shocked silence in the room.
"How did you know about that?" Asked George weakly.
"Oh... I read Tonks' mind accidentally earlier. I didn't mean to, but-"
"Hey, dinners ready."
Remus Lupin was standing at the door. "Come on, there are loads of us having dinner with us tonight..." Lupin smirked, "Even Snape, Harry."
He walked out of the room.
"Don't worry," said Harry, grinning. "I'll pretend to be surprised..."
And he too left the room.
AN: Phew! Third Chapter done! But I still haven't got more than two reviews, and I still need a better reader. Please review. Thanks!
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Chapter Three:
"Where's you're owl?" Tonks asked Harry five minutes later. Harry shrugged.
"Think she's with Ron. She'll be fine, she's managed on her own before."
Tonks nodded, then suddenly grinned. "I wouldn't cross Snape tonight, Harry. He's not too happy about having to pick you up and I don't think he'd appreciate it if you tried to wind him up..."
"Me? Wind Snape up? Never..."
Tonks frowned. "Now that I think about it... he's been acting really odd lately..."
Absently, she waved her wand around the room; various clothes and books soaring through the air towards his trunk.
"Have the relatives been giving you a hard time, Harry?"
Harry shook his head. "Nope. Left me alone most of the time. Been bored out of my mind."
She sighed. "Damn! I was really excited about kicking some muggle butt! And you just had to ruin my fun!"
Harry shook his head. "So you're saying you want the muggles to be mean to me?" he said in a hurt voice.
"Well, yes! If it means a good time for me!" She winked, and then grinned.
"By the way, Harry, Happy Birthday!" But Harry gave a gasp of surprise as particularly strong thought passed through his mind...
I hope he likes his surprise party!
Harry could barely stifle his giggles. No one would be keeping a secret from him now.
"Right. Got everything? Cage? Trunk? Good. Now, we'll be going by portkey this time, so we don't have to be as wary as we did last year, but I still want you to be on a lookout..."
She gave a sort of cheesy grin. "Lets get going, the others will be wondering where we are. Locomotor Trunks!" she cried, and they set of down the stairs.
"There we are!" said Tonks, stepping onto the last stair.
"Tonks – look out!"
"Huh?"
"Don't trip on the-"
But it was too late. Harry's trunk fell to the ground with a crash, and Tonks went flying.
Harry didn't know what made him do it. It was... instinct. Reflex. Whatever you wanted to call it. But the next thing Harry knew, he leaped down the last three stairs and grabbed Tonks' shoulder, stopping her from landing flat on her face mere centimetres from the ground.
"Woah," said Tonks breathlessly, as Harry let go of here shoulder. "Thanks for that Harry... that would have hurt..." she grinned sheepishly at the glares coming her way. "Sorry," she said, crossing her arms. "But its not like I meant to do it."
Lupin sighed and pulled out something from inside his coat. "Here, this will take us to the Headquarters," It was little figurine of a phoenix. "Every one grab hold. Shackbolt – you take Harry's trunk, and Harry – you take you're cage. Everyone ready? Good. On the count of three... one, two, three!"
And Harry felt that horrible sensation of the pull behind his navel.
"Here we are!" They were in the hallway of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.
"You okay Harry?" asked Molly Weasley in concern, as she stepped out of the kitchen.
"Yeah..." he said slowly. "Yeah, I'm fine..."
She grabbed him in a hug, and, like Lupin, held him at arms length. She made a tutting noise. "You've grown, but they still haven't fed you enough," Again, she made the same tutting noise. "All of you," She began, glaring at the rest of the order, "When you're eating with him," she jabbed a finger in Harry's direction. "Make sure he eats a lot of food. No letting him off, understand?" A series of, 'Yes, ma'am' and 'We'll do our best, Mrs. Weasley' followed.
"Hey!" cried Harry; "You're not allowed to tell me how to eat!"
"Oh yes I can!" said Mrs. Weasley stubbornly, and Harry glared at her. "Now, Ron and the others are waiting upstairs, we're going to have a short meeting, so stay away."
She crossed her arms at Harry, who was still glaring stubbornly back. "Now!" she said, "Up! Get up those stairs!"
Harry couldn't help but grin slightly at her, and as he made his way up the stairs, he was sure he saw Snape looking slightly amused...
And smiling...
Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.
Harry shook his head, and opened the door.
"Harry!" cried a voice shrilly, as she barrelled into him and hugged him tightly. "I missed you so much! Are you okay? We're so glad you could come! Happy Birthday! Sorry that I didn't send you're present but they told me that you would be coming later so I didn't send it yet-"
"Hermione..." said Harry slowly, "breath..."
Ron laughed. "How are you mate?" He clapped him on the shoulder. "They're having another meeting down there. I wish I could hear what they were saying..."
Rosie never said he couldn't tell anyone...
He looked around the room. Ginny, Fred, George, Ron, and Hermione. Yeah, he'd tell them, but he wouldn't tell the adults... yet.
"Look..." he said slowly. "I gotta tell you something, and it's really important."
He paused, and the other sat down, waiting patiently. And he told them. He told them about Rosie, his new powers, everything that had happened that night.
He finished, and they were speechless. The twins were first to move. "YES!" They cried, jumping in the air. "Now it will be even easier to eavesdrop on the order!"
Hermione looked absolutely delighted. "Oh, imagine the research I could do on this!" she said, clapping her hands in delight. Ginny was smiling at him, and Ron grinned at him. "Show us something!" Ron said.
Harry frowned. "I haven't done anything yet... I'll try. I want to do the shadow thing. It sounds-" he stopped suddenly as his hand turned into a sort of black mist, and then snapped back into a solid.
Guess I forgot to mention that,
Rosie's voice came in his head.
You can turn into a shadow as well. You can turn transparent, turn into a persons shadow, sort of like a ghost, but black instead of white.
"Well, nice of her to tell me,"
The others looked confused, and Harry clarified. "Remember me and Rosie's mind link?" He waited for them to nod. "She told me that she forgot to mention that I can turn into a shadow. Like, I can follow people as their shadow and they won't know I'm there. I can also turn into a sort of transparent, black ghost."
"Woah..." whispered Fred in awe. "Walk through me, Harry!"
Harry gave him a strange look.
"I want to see if it feels like walking through a ghost." He said defensively.
"I don't know how..."
"Just do what you did with you're hand!
Harry took a deep breath, closed his eyes and walked forward, all the while thinking, 'Shadow, shadow, shadow...'
He opened his eyes to find the others gaping at him.
"Didn't feel a thing," whispered Fred in awe. "Amazing..."
"What?" said Harry frantically, "What did I do?"
Hermione cleared her throat. "You're not quite like a ghost, as they have a more defined shape. You were more like kind of a black mist, roughly in the shape of a human, but you're more... free, if that's the right word. Scientifically, I'd say you're molecules weren't as tightly packed as a ghost's molecules. Probably more tightly packed than a gas' molecules, but- "
She stopped at the blank faces.
"Oh honestly! Haven't you ever read a science text book in your life?"
She sighed as the five all shook their heads. "Terrible..." she muttered.
"Anyway," said Harry quickly. "What do I do?"
"What do you mean, 'What do I do?' You eavesdrop on the Order! You make things that they need burst into flame! You read their minds! That's what you do!" exclaimed Fred.
"Yeah, so shadow you're arse into that kitchen and find out what they're saying!"
Harry grinned, saluted the twins, disappearing through the shadows in the bedroom and reappearing in the shadows of the kitchen.
"It looks like this," McGonagall was saying, holding up a picture of a silver ring. "It's in possession of the Dark Lord, but he is not able to use it yet. He is going to give it to a Death-Eater named Michael Jack. He's in the inner-circle, apparently very powerful."
Harry closed his eyes, probing into McGonagall's mind...
If this ring can really double You-Know-Who's powers... we're doomed...
"We've got to be careful. Snape, will you be able to tell us when the Dark Lord actually gives the ring to this Michael Jack? Because the Dark Lord is in possession of the Ring at this moment in time, is he not?" growled Moody.
"Yes, the Dark Lord has the ring at the moment." Said Snape, "I'll try and keep track of the ring, but he might hand it to Jack in secret... for safety purposes."
Harry appeared back in the bedroom, with a huge grin on his face.
"Well?" said Ron, hopping from foot to foot. "What they say? What's happening! Tell us!"
"Apparently Voldie's got some ring." Said Harry, grinning. "Really powerful, but he can't use it, so he's giving it to some guy named Michael Jack."
"That's all fine and dandy, but what does the ring do?"
"I read McGonagall's mind-"
"Harry!" Hermione shrieked. "You can't read a professor's mind!"
"Anyway, I read McGonagall's mind, and she was thinking something like, ' if this ring can double Voldemort's powers we're doomed.'"
"Wow..." whispered Ron. "These powers may really come in handy, Harry!"
"Well, Harry shouldn't be abusing his powers like this-" began Hermione.
"Imagine all the stuff we can find out with you, Harry!" said Ginny, smiling.
"If someone would just listen to me! I think it terrible that Harry's abusing-"
"Oh! When's my surprise party?" Harry said out of the blue.
There was a shocked silence in the room.
"How did you know about that?" Asked George weakly.
"Oh... I read Tonks' mind accidentally earlier. I didn't mean to, but-"
"Hey, dinners ready."
Remus Lupin was standing at the door. "Come on, there are loads of us having dinner with us tonight..." Lupin smirked, "Even Snape, Harry."
He walked out of the room.
"Don't worry," said Harry, grinning. "I'll pretend to be surprised..."
And he too left the room.
AN: Phew! Third Chapter done! But I still haven't got more than two reviews, and I still need a better reader. Please review. Thanks!
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