Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
By: Fred and George Weasley are MY kings
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Chapter 23: The Missing Family Tree
With Dumbledore's signal, Harry stood on his guard waiting for the hexes and stunners to come in full force. Terry Boot immediately unleashed a strong stunning spell in Malfoy's direction. Malfoy didn't need any more persuasion. Soon, he and Boot were flinging curses at one another, curses ringing among the speeding jets of light. The fight is on, Harry thought and couldn't help but smirk. All they had to do was gain four wands, and the duel was rightfully theirs… a seemingly easy task when one had previously dueled with fully trained and merciless Death Eaters.
No longer worried about the ferret following the strategy they had devised, Harry began to pursue Smith. In all honesty, it was a rather unmatched fight, and Harry felt a bit sorry for the bloke, who not only exposed his weakness on several occasions (Smith never took a defensive stance, leaving his chest in clear shooting range, even if he would have projected a shielding charm) but also seemed rather frightened of Harry, as his eyes were practically as wide as saucers. Harry easily disarmed him (it was in about a six minute time span, in which stunners and some full-body bind hexes were exchanged), gaining fifty points for his team. With the loss of his wand, Smith retired bitterly to the spectator end of the Hall, throwing Harry a scornful look, which Harry pretended not to see, as Smith left the dueling arena
Harry clutched Zach's wand, knowing that his team's chances for victory had just about doubled. Not only did they now outnumber the opposing team, but they also seemed to have the upper hand in the skill department of dueling as well. Goldstein was advancing on Seamus with amazing speed and accuracy, and Susan was giving Millicent a run for her money, dodging every stunner that the Slytherin girl sent her way.
On the other hand, it was difficult to see what was really going on between Boot and Malfoy. One minute one of them looked close to defeating the other, then without any prior warning, the scene would switch with in a matter of a few seconds in which the other would gain the upper hand.
As Harry stood watching Draco and Terry in their struggle, a red beam suddenly sped past him, grazing the back of his neck. Spinning around and casting a shield, he saw a rather unpleasant sight: Millicent Bulstrode was in his pursuit, charging her large body in his direction all while casting a variety of hexes in his way, all of which deflected off of his shield. Feeling his stomach sink as he wondered about what could've happened to Susan to set Millicent on him, he took a defensive stance and cast a few hexes in her direction, praying that one of them was to be accurate enough to hit her. Somehow she managed to avoid being hit, which surprised Harry to no end (she was both very large and very slow), and she set some poorly aimed stunners in his direction, all of which missed him by nearly a foot.
Before Harry could react in any manner, He heard Boot let out a cry of defeat, as a wand flew across the room. Millicent stopped, mouth open, watching the wand fly through the air. It took her a bit longer to figure out what was going on (when slow was mentioned before, it was not confined to meaning just physical ability) then it did everyone else. Goldstein and Seamus stopped mid-duel to watch the wand… then instinctively, both dove, along with Malfoy and Boot, towards where it had fallen on the floor of the Great Hall in hopes of recovering the wand. It was really quite a funny picture and Harry couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw Millicent charge in and dive in amongst the body pile; it was a sight that reminded him vaguely of some muggle sports he had witnessed in the past, in which they tackled each other in such a manner.
Harry had been unable to keep his laughter inside, and it appeared that others were having similar problems. The spectators, all crowded among the tape, (it was an important gain, since both teams were now tied, with Susan's defeat, and whoever received the wand was almost sure to win; it was rather exciting) chuckled, and then began to cheer for the students in the body pile, whom Harry noticed with some amusement, were now scratching one another, in frantic search for the wand which was no where to be seen.
"KICK BULSTRODE, KICK!" A loud male voice called out.
"BOOT YOU CAN'T LET MALFOY SCRATCH YOU LIKE THAT! GET YOUR BLOODY WAND!" Another voice, only younger sounding and female, screamed among the now riled up spectators.
Then there was Harry's personal favorite:
"BITE HER! GET HER! FOR MERLIN SAKE, DO SOMETHING SEAMUS! YOU CAN'T BE AFRAID OF A GIRL! BLIMEY! SHE'S A GIRL… A LARGE ONE I SUPPOSE, BUT SHE'S STILL A GIRL!" A laughing figure of Dean Thomas yelled out.
Harry, thankful that he had remained sensible, was still standing about ten feet away from the pile of the four, who were all scurrying about trying to pry the wand from whoever had it in their possession. It was clear to all that there was minimal progress being made. As vicious as they were all acting, they were bound to lose their own wands in effort to get Boot's. Finally overcoming the initial shock of the occurrence, Harry again regained his composure.
"Accio Wand!" He called out, a bit disappointed that he had to break up the amusing sight, yet he realized that if he didn't, then one of the supervisors would have shortly if it had gotten too violent – which was bound to happen judging by the looks of things.
Boot's wand flew from under the pile, with some difficulty, into Harry's outstretched hand. Automatically, fifty points was registered to Harry's team and the pile began to disentangle themselves from one another. With Millicent and Seamus the last two standing from their team, their chance to escape defeat was minimal. Shortly after the duel had continued, Harry and Draco both took on the two remaining opponents while Goldstein shot different curses at each, at different intervals, making both opponents fight two people at once. It was quite a good strategy on Goldstein's part, and the opponents cracked under the pressure; both were disarmed relatively quickly, leaving Team One, the victors of the match, to advance onward to the final round against Team 2.
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"I still can't believe that, mate, honestly!"
"Really, Ron, I think we've talked about it enough." Hermione stated.
"Hermione, sod off. I mean it's not every day you see Malfoy getting scratched to bits by Millicent Bulstrode. Brilliant! Even Snape was laughing a bit… Snape!" Ron said happily in the common room that night as the three, accompanied by a few fellow Gryffindors, were sitting around the fire talking about the day's events… most importantly, the tackling session that had ensued earlier.
A few others chuckled at this as Dean added, "And then Harry… standing about with this bewildered expression on his face… you should've seen yourself! You had the stupidest expression on your face."
Harry agreed, and laughed as he realized how awkward he must have looked just standing about observing, when he was supposed to be dueling.
"The best part by far was seeing Millicent charge in and dive on top of the lot, after about a whole two minutes later after the thing began…" Ginny said, smiling.
"No, no… Crabbe and Goyle were the best. They were in fits of hysteria watching Malfoy get shoved about like that. It was really more amusing then anything else. The pieces of lard were going mad and were actually whimpering," Colin Creevey added.
After they had all quieted down a bit, Ron and Harry stood and departed from the group, turning in early for their duel the next day, despite the protests from everyone else. It had been a long day, and the dueling had taken a toll on both of them. And tomorrow was sure to be all the more grueling.
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The dueling was to begin immediately after breakfast in the Great Hall and did so promptly on time. As Ron and Harry made their way to the arena with their teammates bringing up the rear, Harry noticed the number of spectators had all but doubled since yesterday. It was heard that all of the excitement from yesterday's duel had tempted many of the underclassmen, who had not been able to duel or had already been eliminated from their own year's competitions, to come to watch the sixth years duke it out.
Harry sincerely hoped that the duel would not go about as the one yesterday had. For starters, he was hoping to be faced against some better talent; Smith was not really his ideal opponent. He was also not eager for something like the body pile, as funny as it may have been, to occur again. Instead, he was eager to get back to searching for the half-blood prince – the sooner this duel was over, the better. Unfortunately for Harry, this duel was bound to last for much longer then what he would've liked.
Ron and Harry departed, with a smile and a wish of good luck to each other, and found their respective teams who had already positioned themselves on opposite sides of the arena. Malfoy, Goldstein and Susan were all waiting for him, and he made a gesture of greeting with a wave of his hand, which only Susan really replied to.
He couldn't help but be a bit surprised by how different Susan and Anthony both were from what he had originally suspected. Susan, who he had always assumed to be shy, easily retorted and insulted Malfoy, of all people, openly without flinching. Goldstein, who Harry had only talked to a few times, had already earned some of his respect, seeing as he was a great duelist, and had a sound personality. It was Malfoy who Harry couldn't get to like, or even find some good-natured feeling towards yet – six years of mutual hatred was quite something to overcome. It was Malfoy who made Inter House Unity look like a foolish and unachievable goal. Damn Malfoy.
Dumbledore signaled the ten-minute preparation time, interrupting Harry's thoughts. Surprisingly, Malfoy was the first to speak, with a comment directed towards Susan.
"This time, won't you grace us with your pathetic presence a bit longer? I don't fancy losing."
Susan glared daggers at him. "Funny… you seem to lose at quidditch way too many times for a person who doesn't 'like' to lose."
"Cut it out." Goldstein snapped. " I am sick of everyone's quibbling. If you all don't get your act together, we will lose."
"Honestly Goldstein. Weasley is on this team… as if that isn't assurance enough." Malfoy drawled.
"Care to elaborate, Malfoy?" Harry asked dangerously, feeling his anger rising.
"Oh I suppose I must, Potty. I guess I should probably become accustomed to explaining every complex idea behind my words since I have to work with you lot and –- "
"Really? I thought dealing with Crabbe and Goyle left you an expert in such manners," Harry said, grinding his teeth.
"It's rude to interrupt, Potter. Now as I was saying, Weasley is just about as stupid as he is poor. He can't hit the broad side of a troll, so we already outnumber them."
"Sod off Malfoy. Ron could easily beat you… broad side of a troll my arse," Harry spat.
"Are you sure about that Potter? You think Weasley is comparable to me?" Draco challenged.
"Not just comparable, Malfoy… he's better."
"I'd almost laugh at the incorrectness of that statement if it was made by someone somewhat intelligent, but seeing as you are nothing short of brainless, I won't hold you much accountable for those words."
"I don't find it incorrect at all," Susan interjected.
"Well what you 'find', is of no concern to me."
"So you think you're better?" Goldstein asked, an amused smiling growing on his face.
"I do not think I am better… I know I am better."
"Well then prove it to us, your team, by all means, Draco," Goldstein replied.
Malfoy smiled, a smile that Harry was positive he did not like to see, as he replied, "With pleasure, Anthony… with pleasure… and by all means."
Harry could only roll his eyes. Bloody, self-mighty arse.
"Sorry to disappoint, Malfoy, but I'm taking Weasley tonight. Maybe you two can settle scores elsewhere, if you're that eager to prove yourself," Goldstein said.
"Oh really?" came the cold reply.
"Yes. Harry's got Greengrass, Susan's got Corner, I've got Weasley, and you've got Macmillan. Does that work for everyone?"
Harry and Susan nodded, while Draco remained silent, only throwing Goldstein a disgusted scowl.
"Very well, Goldstein. Better you then Potter issuing orders I suppose, but do watch your place."
"I will, Draco, but only when you return the favor."
Harry could only smirk. He was really beginning to like Goldstein.
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Harry's smirk was short-lived. Now, as he was dueling against Daphne Greengrass, he saw absolutely nothing to smirk at. The duel had been going on for ages… and still nobody's wand had been lost.
Daphne had also proved to be much better then what Smith had been, much to Harry's complete surprise (after all, she wasn't even in the D.A). With her small build, she could easily dodge everything that Harry sent her way. Yet she by no means had the upper hand in the battle. It was clear to Harry that he could still beat her. He was gaining on her now, and he knew that it would only be a matter of time until he could disarm her. He decided to try his luck. "Expelliarmus!"
She barely escaped the ray of light, by ducking, and sent a stunning spell in response. Harry cast a shield, deflecting the spell. "STUPEFY!" Harry called, and this time Daphne didn't manage to get out of the spell's pathway. She fell to the ground.
Feeling relief sweep over him, Harry made move to get her wand. "Accio…"
But it was then that something happened. Harry felt an odd sensation claim him… it was a foreboding of doom, a feeling of horrible premonitions of which he couldn't fully explain. Something awful was going to happen, he was sure of it. It was then that he caught Draco Malfoy's eye. The hatred on the pale face was enough to verify Harry's suspicions. Draco soon looked away and directed his gaze towards Ron. Harry noticed Malfoy's grip tighten on his wand; a murderous look claimed his face. Malfoy wanted blood, and Harry now saw just whose he wanted.
Harry stopped dead in his tracks, refusing to even care that Greengrass, who had apparently revived from her stunning spell (it was a rather weak spell, Harry had to admit) was coming his way, her wand drawn, with a spiteful look on her face. He looked in Draco's direction where he was making a steady advancement in Ron's direction. What the bloody hell was the git doing? Goldstein was supposed to be dueling Ron. Harry dodged Greengrass's stunning spell, and simply returned it at break neck speed, focusing his attention back at his other teammates and opponents. Ron could certainly deal with Malfoy on his own. Yet, Harry couldn't forget the sense of foreboding he had earlier. Malfoy looked angry enough to kill, and Harry felt quite uneasy at Ron being on the receiving end of Draco's wrath.
Greengrass was quick to dodge Harry's spell, which he resolved with sending a full-body bind in her direction, which hit her square in the gut. Ernie, who had unfortunately just succeeded in disarming Susan, quickly went to her aide, leaving Harry unable to disarm her (Ernie had set up a shield around the two of them) and free to pursue whomever he wished, since Malfoy had already screwed up their strategy. Yet as he crossed the threshold, he was again drawn back to Malfoy and Ron, who were currently dueling with such heated hatred Harry was surprised that no one supervising the duel had stepped in to stop it.
His mind made, Harry made his way towards Draco, his anger getting the better of him. Malfoy was deliberately betraying their strategy, which was causing both Harry and Goldstein to loose concentration, turning all of it towards a disaster; all in order settle old scores and get the better of his old enemies. Quite frankly, Harry wasn't in the mood for such an occurrence. He wanted this duel to be done with, and Malfoy was only making matter worse but ruining their strategy.
Unfortunately, Malfoy seemed to realize that his time in which to avenge Ron was limited. At that precise moment, as Harry was drawing closer, Draco drew back. Throwing all his energy into the curse, Malfoy flung the red beam at Ron with quickness that Harry doubted even he himself possessed. Ron's eyes bulged as the spell hit him square in the chest. Then he fell… fell with his back arched gracefully. Harry swallowed back the lump that had formed in his throat. Ron had fallen like Sirius.
Panic rose in his gut leaving him to sway sideways -- something was wrong, very wrong. But before Harry could make out what was going on and whether or not Ron was okay, he felt a sharp pain in his side and without warning he plunged into cold, and suffocating darkness.
The plan was set. The pawns were positioned. All that mattered now was Hogwarts -- the last and final sanctuary. The home of his two enemies, Hogwarts HAD to fall… and with it, the Wizarding World would follow. He stood, his red eyes gleaming, feeling the power curse through his veins. Who would dare to try and stop him after Hogwarts fell? There would be no one… he with the other would build his kingdom, free of muggle blood, free of filth.
Hogwarts' fate was sealed. It was to be his.
"Look! He's waking up!"
"What happened to him anyway?"
"Greengrass shot some hex at him. When he had his back turned, mind you. Filthy coward."
"The duel was still going on you know! I couldn't just ignore him. I had to hit him, Goldstein!"
"Yeah, well you still acted like a bloody coward… he was looking out for one of your team members."
Harry slowly opened his eyes to see concerned and almost disappointed faces looking down at him.
"You all right?" Goldstein asked, frowning.
"Yeah…" Harry said slowly, trying to remember what had happened and how he had gotten on the ground. Then it all came rushing back to him -- Ron falling, the pain in his side, the darkness, and the dream.
"Where's Ron? Was he all right?" Harry asked frantically standing up, causing the others to look at him with surprise.
"Blimey, Harry it was the craziest thing," Ernie replied. "Malfoy hit him with an illegal curse… the–"
"He did what? An illegal curse?"
"Yeah, quite a messy one at that too. Got our whole lot disqualified," Susan huffed.
"Is Ron alright?" Harry demanded.
"See that's the thing… he wasn't even hurt," Ernie replied.
"What? How?"
"Dunno… it was crazy, this blue thing surrounded him and deflected it."
"It looked like some sort of protection mechanism, though I don't know what kind," Daphne Greengrass added. "And I don't know what would block the Kifiso Curse as forcefully as what it did."
Harry only vaguely remembered mention of the curse, but that didn't stop his anger from rising in his chest. How dare Malfoy? Wasn't that the curse that Hermione had said should be considered an Unforgivable when she had first found it listed in their Defense Against the Dark Arts text?
"So Malfoy got us disqualified because he tried to kill Ron?" Harry spat. " Why am I surprised? What more could you expect though from a Malfoy?"
"Not kill him… the Kifiso curse is a burning curse… it burns, or eats away your internal organs and such, to be exact," Goldstein replied. "But yes, when used with enough power, and for long enough, you can succeed in killing someone, but I don't think that was Malfoy's intention. He just wanted to cause him pain, really, and show us that he was better. That makes it a bit our fault for riling him up like that."
"Where is Ron now?"
"Dumbledore and Snape just took him away… and they told us to come help you. Just got hit with a stunner, right?"
Harry nodded.
It was then that Harry fully remembered his dream (if that was what it could even be called). Voldemort had been planning to attack Hogwarts. He had to tell Dumbledore about this, the sooner the better.
"Did they take him to the Hospital Wing?"
But before Goldstein could reply, Dumbledore broke through their crowd, a worried expression claiming his face.
"Mr. Potter, follow me, quickly," He said, he voice still as smooth as always, and his eyes still looking somewhat bright. Harry nodded, and bid his goodbye to the others, as he followed the older man's hurried footsteps.
"The rest of you," Dumbledore called out to all in the Great Hall, "please find your way back to your common rooms. It appears as though this duel is over."
And indeed it was.
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Ron remained in the Hospital wing for the remainder of Easter Holidays and the first week of May due to the fact that, although the mysterious blue shield had protected him somewhat, it had managed to do some damage to many of Ron's internal organs. Madame Pomfrey was also just plainly reluctant to let him out of her sight for fear that "that spoiled white-haired boy" would attempted to "kill him and poison his insides with acid".
The mysterious blue defense mechanism that had blocked the curse from him was explained to the three soon as an unexpected repercussion from the Department of Mysteries brain incident last term. Dumbledore admitted to not fully understanding the occurrence. "That is why it was in the Department of Mysteries. It was the mystery of human knowledge. This knowledge can make the difference of whether someone lives or dies, and I believe that some of that knowledge resides in those scars on your arm Mr. Weasley. It may prove to be very useful, indeed, seeing as it has already spared you from a rather painful curse."
"Professor?" Hermione questioned, "Why hasn't it done anything before?"
"Well, I suppose that Mr. Weasley has never encountered a dangerous, and ill meaning curse since the Department of Mysteries, so therefore the shield had no reason to ever protect him. One thing does still perturb me, though."
"What's that?" Ron asked feebly, looking at the scars on his arm with new admiration and awe.
"The fact that knowledge is both an astounding life safer and murder. You seem to have no control over what it does, which makes it both a remarkable gift and curse at the same time."
Ron nodded his understanding, as both Harry and Hermione exchanged a worried glance. Harry's insides squirmed with guilt. It had been him who had dragged Ron to the Department of Mysteries last year… It had been him who had gotten Ron those scars.
Ron just looked down again at his arm, a picture of mixed emotions on his freckled face.
"Dumbledore?" Harry asked, suddenly remembering his odd dream, "Is there any way that Voldemort could break through Hogwarts?"
"I don't have any reason to believe so, Harry. Why do you ask?"
"It's just that when I was dueling, I got hit, and I had this vision sort of… well it wasn't really normal… but it was a vision. He was plotting to break into Hogwarts."
Ron and Hermione were listening with rapt faces.
"I do not believe it is possible, Harry. Hogwarts is the one place that will always be safe from Voldemort's tyranny as long as I shall live."
That was all the assurance that Harry needed.
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While Ron was 'imprisoned' in the Hospital Wing, Hermione and Harry took it upon themselves to visit him often and keep him up to date with the work and classes that he had missed. Ron never complained once, and in fact seemed to enjoy the attention that he was receiving (Lavender Brown and Elizabeth Conners fussed over him constantly when they visited, much to Hermione's disgust) but Harry couldn't help but feel guilty.
Luna also visited Ron once in a while with Ginny, Harry, and Hermione, but she had recently been completely immersed in her studies for her upcoming O.W.L exams. She was seen constantly stressing over different potion instructions and different transfiguration problems. Harry decided to give her a bit of help for fear that she'd die of stress.
So as the second week of May began, Harry and Luna went to the Library to begin their study session.
"Do you remember much of what was on it last year?" Luna questioned as she thumbed through her Transfiguration text.
"Not much, but -- " Harry suddenly stopped. Something in her book had caught his eye… He could've sworn he had seen the word 'Trelawney'.
"Wait, what is that? Back there," Harry demanded.
"You mean this?" Luna asked prying the piece of parchment out of the pages of her Transfiguration text. "It's just my family tree… you know, the one I had to do for Muggle Studies? I did it ages ago, but decided to keep it anyway. I found it rather interesting."
"Can I see it?"
Luna gave him a questioning look, but set the parchment in front of him without inquiring about anything.
What Harry saw made his stomach drop. The answer had been right in front of him all along.
There it read:
George Creevey/Catherine Trelawney--- Harold Lovegood/Caroline Trelawney
Colin Creevey Luna Lovegood
Dennis Creevey
It all made sense… Luna's cousin being murdered, her family killed. Voldemort must've had the true prophecy, which had led him to the Trelawney's. Then he found Karkaroff, who had heard the fake prophecy, and went after Krum…
"Those two," Luna said pointing to Catherine and Caroline Trelawney, "are Professor Trelawney's sisters… making her my aunt, and Dennis and Colin Creevey my cousins. I had no idea, until I did this project. Mum had been disowned by the family – some long old feud – so I never got to know her side of the family even when she was alive…"
Harry couldn't get over it. He sat there stunned… Colin Creevey? Merlin's beard!
"Luna, we've got to find Colin now!" Harry hissed standing up, abandoning the family tree.
"What? Why? He knows about this already, I told him right away, naturally…"
"No, Luna… just come on, we've got to find him. I'll explain on the way."
Luna hesitated. He saw it clearly. Did she not trust him? He could see the etches of doubt on her face… something that made him feel as though he had just been slapped.
"Harry…" she said, almost pleadingly, as if warning him about what he was getting into. "I've got an awful feeling about this."
Awful was hardly the word for it.
A/N:
WHY Colin Creevey?
It has been released that CoS was indeed supposed to be HBP, but JKR changed her mind, realizing that HBP was best to come on later in the series. Therefore, I narrowed down my selection to a character introduced or a discovery made in CoS. In Colin's case, he was not a very prominent figure. But one thing I did notice was that even in books after CoS he was still mentioned… as if to tell you that, yes, indeed he was still around.
There are some debates in which say that according to canon, Colin is a muggle-born. However, on page 96 of CoS (American Version) Colin only states that is father is a muggle (a milkman to specific) –- his mother is not mentioned, and it doesn't appear as though she is still around. Therefore, his mother may have been a witch without his father knowing. And if his mother was indeed a muggle then wouldn't he also want to share the photos that he takes with her? In CoS, he only mentions his father. To me, this set off a red flag immediately.
Another odd occurrence about the Creevey family is that both Denis and Colin are wizards. What are the odds that two muggle parents would produce two children (their only children, mind you, therefore 100 percent of their offspring) that have magical talents?
4. Do I really think that the HBP in JKR's book is going to be Creevey? No, but it worked well with this story and plot line, so therefore I stayed with it. I encourage everyone to plug him into the prophecy, and I hope that you can now easily find how he fits. Example: The light of future lighting his way
But the shadows of past deepening the doubt
Future lighting his way – he is a Trelawney, and actually does have some Seeing ability, which was seen when he correctly foresaw that the secret passage back to Hogwarts (when Hogsmeade was being attacked) was cleared. I am not sure what chapter it was in…
Shadows of the past deepening the doubt – For one thing the Trelawneys have never been very reliable (the Royal Age, Professor Trelawney being a fraud) and also Colin himself is a bit of a joke, and not very good at advanced magic. He was never a very dominant character, and I do not think that he is taken very seriously by anyone.
Well I do think that was an action packed chapter. Sorry it took forever. I also do not remember if Luna's parents' names are mentioned (?) so if they indeed are and someone knows, please tell me so I can correct it straight away. All right then… Thank you for reading!
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Preview for Chapter 24: Lupin's Summoning: Harry, Luna, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville try to find Colin, only to find out that time has indeed run out. Now they have to escape from the one place they thought would always be safe… Hogwarts.