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Chapter 3 ---------------- The Fang

Harry's was awaked to the ever so annoying sound on Vernon Dursley hollering from down stairs. And it wasn't the volume of his voice, which was comparable to that of a 747, but the fact that he was speaking to him at all. Harry's eyes darted over to the window, where Pig was hovering next to one of the largest owls that he had ever seen.

Opening the window, Pig shot in, followed shortly by the giant owl, which had to pull its wings in to fit through the frame. The huge owl dropped three letters on the bed, and flew back through the window. Harry would have taken more notice to the fact that the bird's wings clipped the edge of the window, and fell a few feet before regaining its composure. Instead he was focused on the three letters with the Hogwarts seal on the back. Inside the first was a letter from McGonagall.

Dear Mr. Potter,

Enclosed are your O.W.L. results. They have proven more impressive then I expected, and even exceeded the results your parents received. During 6th year, the schedule is narrowed down, to refine your studies and prepare you better for your future occupations. The option is still available for you to take lesser-advanced classes, but you would be taking them at the 5th year level. Please fill out the class sign-up sheet, and return it to me as soon as possible for my approval. – M. McGonagall

O.W.L. Results

Class Empirical Practical

Defense Against The Dark Arts O O

Transfiguration O O

Charms E O

Potions E E

Herbology E

Care Of Magical Creatures O O

Astronomy A D

History Of Magic D D

Divination D D

Harry's eyes were bulging out so far, they could rival Luna Lovegood's. He had passed Potions. Not just passed, done well in. He pulled out the sign-up sheet, and filled in the classes necessary for being and Auror, Potions, Charms, DADA, and Transfiguration. Then, he put down Care of Magical Creatures, if for no other reason then a class he knew he could have some fun in. Looking down at the sheet, there was still one space left he had to fill out. After thinking for a second, he wrote down Muggle Studies. What better way to get to know Ginny then by spending some classes with her? I know she's taking it, Hermione helped her with it all of last year.

Once Harry had lifted the tip of his quill from the parchment, the ink disappeared like it had in Riddle's journal, and was replaced with the words, Return to Head of House. Harry put it into an envelope and sent placed it on his desk to give to Hedwig later.

Then Harry turned to Pig, who was perched on the light bulb of his lamp. Reaching over the lampshade, he pulled the letters up, the tiny owl dangling from the bottom. Once he got the rope holding the two together, he put the one that Ginny had sent(or at least he hoped Ron was writing in scented ink) and opened Ron's.

Harry Bloody Potter,

I don't know what you meant by sending Ginny your cloak. I'm your best bloody friend, and you've not even let me borrow it. I know I'm acting a little jealous, but if you keep this up, you're gonna give her the idea that you like her. She liked you a lot a few little while back, and I don't want you to get her hopes up, only to crush them back down because you don't. Think before you act Harry. – Ron

Harry was having difficulty deciding which emotion he felt more at the moment, shock or the feeling you get when you want to rip your friend from piece to bloody piece. So what if he sent Ginny some things, it's not like it hurt Ron. So Ginny would be around more, they were siblings, shouldn't they be used to it. And where was he when Hermione said that Ginny was over him, or when Ginny herself said that she was dating Dean Thomas. He threw Ron's letter into the trash bin. Hedwig looked down at him. Harry had never thrown any of Ron's or Hermione's letters away, ever.

A now angry Harry turned to Ginny's letter, hoping to find some kind of reprieve from this bloody hell.

Harry,

It really was nothing, what I did and all. I just kind of thought you deserved it. I mean, I didn't get stabbed with it, you did. And it was my fault you were down there to begin with. And thanks for all of those things that you gave me, and for opening up to me. I mean, your invisibility cloak, that's way more then I deserve. A letter is more then I deserve. But thank you anyway.

The dragon statue you sent keeps getting into fights with Pig, and sadly, Pig keeps losing. He doesn't get hurt or anything, he just keeps falling from the second floor and landing on the couch downstairs. And I've been freaking people out everywhere, with your cloak I mean. Between my family, and the people in the twin's shop when I visited, I think just about everyone is starting to think I'm crazy enough to be sent to St. Mungo's. Hermione, Ron, and me are all trying to clean out the attack, but most of the time it keeps ending with Ron being thrown down the stairs by the ghoul, and Hermione nursing him back to health. I'm starting to think that it may be intentional, seeing as yesterday, instead of trying to be quiet, he started singing 'Weasley is Our King'.

Mom's been asking Dumbledore everyday when you can come here, and everyday he says soon. I've noticed that Tonks and Lupin have come by a few times this week and gone walking with mom, so I don't know if that means something or not. Hope to see you soon. – Ginny

Harry flipped through the letter a few times, and kept coming back to one line that bothered him. ' A letter is more then I deserve'. He couldn't quite place why it bothered him, but he knew there was definitely was something. And come to think of it, he couldn't understand why she felt that way at all. He thought she was pretty. And a lot of other guys did, too. He thought most of those guys were kind of jerks, but okay. Harry wasn't sure how she did in classes, but he was sure that she wasn't Neville-bad.

Harry sat down at his desk and started writing two letters, one to Ginny, and the second to Hermione.

Review Response: I can't believe anyone liked the story. I thought you'd all hate it. Even my favorite, Mrs.HarryPotter12 liked it. Lady's and gentlemen, I take my bow. Now to the ideas. Will I torture Harry a little? Probably not. I'm a guy, and I know what it's like for a girl you like to torture you before saying yes. My girlfriend now thought it was funny to wait three weeks before she said yes, to test my devotion. So I'll probably have sympathy on him. And I'll try and update often, but no guarantees. I've found that the more of the story that I actually type out, the more I go back and change stuff. Ohh, and I don't understand the whole beta thing, so if someone could explain it, I'd be most appreciative.

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