Title: Harry Potter and the Staff of Merlin
Author: Legolas-gurl88
Disclaimer: If I could be J.K. Rowling for one day, I would be, but unfortunately, I'm not even close to being like her… all I can do is write. But that's still good!
Author Note: Accident in last chapter. One of my reviewers told me that in the last chapter, I said, "All the fifth years were nursing their hands and wrapping them up with makeshift bandages" or something like that… but s/he pointed out that I said 'fifth years' instead of 'sixth years'. I apologize. Whenever I write about Harry, I still see him as fifteen years old. Thanks to you!
Story time!
13. Interesting Times
The next day, Friday at lunch, everyone was giving Harry odd looks. He supposed it leaked out about his passing out in detention.
"Will something not ever turn into a rumor?" Harry asked as some second-years skirted around him as he, Ron and Hermione went to sit down.
"Not a chance, mate." answered Ron. As they found three seats and began to eat the food that appeared on the table, a Tawny owl flew down to greet Hermione with a newspaper. Hermione paid the owl and opened the newspaper.
"Nothing on the missing people in Bulgaria."
"D'you think it would be anywhere else?" Ron asked. Hermione flicked to the contents table.
"No. Front Page-Page2; How to prepare against You-Know-Who. Page 3-Page 5; Food for Thought-- Prepare for the Holidays with our new recipes, 'Stewed Mushrooms and carrots,' Turn your bread into an edible table decoration' Oh for goodness sake!" Hermione said angrily, "The Holidays aren't even for three months! The way they're going on about it, it makes it seem like nothing is wrong with the world. Oh 'the deadliest wizard is back, but here! Try our new recipes! That'll sure rescue you from dying!'"
"Calm down, Hermione!" Ron said, "Maybe tomorrow's paper."
At that moment, Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown came in, jabbering excitedly.
"What's this about?" Hermione wondered aloud, shoving the Daily Prophet in her bag as the two girls sat next the Seamus and Dean and talked to them. Neville came to sit down by them. He looked awestruck.
"What's up, Neville?" Harry asked, scooting over to give Neville room to sit. Neville looked at him, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked.
"A-a-amazing!" gasped Neville.
"What's amazing?" Ron asked.
"P-professor Trelawney and Firenze!" Neville said.
"What about them?" Hermione asked, frowning.
"They couldn't decide what to teach. Trelawney wanted to teach us about what Saturn can cause under a Full Moon while Venus is in eyesight and it parallel with Mercury. Firenze told her it was human nonsense-- like he said last year-- and said they should learn about what it will mean in years to come. So they yelled each other."
"What did they say?" Hermione asked.
"Well, Firenze called Trelawney a bug-eyed human, doomed to never understand the fine Art of Divination. And Trelawney called him a quadruped with no understanding of life."
"Damn it!" Ron yelled gleefully, "Harry, the year we quit Divination, something actually happens that's interesting!"
"It was pretty scary in the end." Neville finished. "Trelawney got so mad that she threw her crystal ball at Firenze and he kicked it into her face, shattering it. Then-- then, Trelawney went into some sort of trance."
"What?" asked Harry sharply, jerking his head to face Neville, who looked shocked that Harry found anything about Trelawney interesting.
"Well-- well, yeah." Neville answered.
"What did she look like-- how did she sound? What did she say? Tell me, Neville."
"Well," Neville started, "She fell down after Firenze kicked the crystal ball into her face. But when she sat up, she started to loll her head and her eyes drooped sort of. She started to drool."
Harry cut Ron off as he snorted in laughter.
"Keep going, Neville." Harry said.
"And she looked at us, but didn't seem to notice us. Then, she started to talk in a deep voice. It was pretty scary."
"She was in a real trance, Neville." Harry said, "I've seen her at it before. Tell me what she said."
"Well…" Neville scratched his head, looking puzzled, "I can't remember all of it…"
"Just tell me what you remember." Harry persisted."Okay…" Neville said, gulping again. "Well here's what I remember her saying. 'It is coming, looming out from a dark corner, forgotten, but no longer. He needs it, the one they call He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He needs it to become powerful, to kill Harry Potter, once and for all…'" Neville broke off, looking at Harry, terrified. "I can't remember the rest, but there was a lot more."
"Thanks, Neville," Harry said, his throat tight.
"You're not scared, are you, Harry?" Neville asked fearfully. Harry chose not to answer. Yet Neville asked again.
"Are you, Harry?"
"No." Harry said, though he wasn't sure why.
After Neville had eaten and went on his way to the next class, Ron made a noise of realization.
"Harry. The first Quidditch Tryouts… they're tonight. Can you make it?"
"I don't see why not. It's not like I have anything to do."
"You have that essay Professor Umbridge gave us after detention." Hermione said bossily, reading a book she had pulled out of her bag ten minutes earlier.
"Hermione, what would I rather do? Umbridge's homework, or Quidditch?"
"Besides, Hermione, we've got you to five us the answers!" Ron said. Hermione stood up and slammed her book closed.
"I'm not your pet, Ron. I don't just give answers when you need them!" Then, she grabbed her book, turned on her heel and stormed off.
"Right," Ron said, as though nothing had just happened, "practice starts at seven-thirty."
"Just one day a week?" Harry asked.
"Nah. Tomorrow and Sunday as well."
"Right."
"The End of the Lunch bell rang two minutes later and Harry and Ron stood up, watched the food vanish from their plates, then walked across the grounds. The sky was beginning to turn gray as clouds rolled in.
"Great." Ron said unenthusiastically. "Wonder what Hagrid'll have us study today."
"Probably something fire-breathing." Harry yawned.
"Yeah, or man-eating." Ron continued. However, when they reached Hagrid's hut, they looked around and saw nothing, save a crate."
"Not another Blast-Ended Skrewt!" Ron moaned. Everyone else, who was already there seemed to be thinking along the same lines as Ron, as no one would go near the crate. Harry scanned the faces of everyone and found Hermione at the other side of the crowd, talking with Parvati and Lavender. 'Probably about Trelawney,' Harry thought. Hagrid emerged from his hut with a net, looking somewhat precautious. When the last of the Slytherins showed up (a minute late) Hagrid started speaking.
"Righ', now. Today, I'll be teachin' yeh lot about… fairies." Hagrid uttered the last word with a voice that showed that he disliked this creature. There was a sudden ripple as heads moved, looking at each other as Hagrid opened the crate and let out what seemed like at least one hundred fireflies."Fairies're pretty… pretty common 'round here." Hagrid said, his beetle-black eyes scanning, not the class, but beyond it, as if he were waiting for something to appear. "Can't find none 'n North America, or Africa, but they're… well-- they're not very interestin'." Hagrid said, matter-of-factly. "Most o' the time, they're conjured by wizards as a decoration, 'n tha's the only time yeh can see them in North America or Africa."
His eyes searched behind the class again and his hand gave a little quiver, shaking the net he was still holding.
"Can anyone tell me who-- what-- where fairies lay their eggs?"
Hermione's hand shot in the air, to the surprise of no one.
"Hermione?" Hagrid asked.
"They lay their eggs on the underside of leaves. When the eggs hatch, they spin a cocoon and a month later, come out as a fully formed fairy."
Harry looked behind Hermione to see Malfoy pretending to gag. His insides boiled with anger.
"An'-- an' can yeh tell me how they communicate with each other?" Hagrid asked, staring at the castle now.
"They use their wings to create a high buzzing sound to communicate." Hermione answered promptly.
"Good… ten points ter Gryffindor."
Malfoy pretended to gag again. Harry had a longing to go and hit Malfoy, but restrained himself.
"So, today, yeh lot're goin' ter catch a fairy and draw a picture of it." Hagrid said. Harry blinked, taking his eyes off Malfoy and staring at Hagrid. Aside from the Flobberworms, this had to be the dullest thing Hagrid ever had them do.
Twenty minutes into the class, when Harry had successfully caught a fairy, he was drawing the head. Harry and Ron found that if they put their fairies together, they were happiest and the fairies sat on a stone, chatting away with a high pitched sound, giving Harry and Ron time to draw pictures of them. Hagrid made his way to them.
"How're yeh, Harry? Ron?" Hagrid whispered, leaning down as if to look how they were doing with their pictures.
"Fine." Harry and Ron said together. Harry then spoke up.
"Hagrid, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine." Hagrid said. "Jus' a little nervous."
"About what?" Ron asked, drawing the wings of his fairy.
"Well… nothin'. I'm fine. Never yeh mind."
"Is it Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"No. Malfoy's bein' an angel." Hagrid snorted.
"Well then, what is it?"
"Well… have yeh heard about… are yeh gettin' yer job back soon, Harry?"
"It's Umbridge, isn't it?"
"No…" Hagrid said, glancing at the castle again. "Actually, yeah."
"Don't worry, Hagrid." Ron said, setting his quill down. "She's just here until Fudge finds another Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
"Righ'… well. How's Hermione?" Hagrid asked.
"She's a little angry at Ron right now." Harry whispered, attempting to stay out of earshot of Malfoy, who was beginning to gaze at Harry, Ron and Hagrid. "She'll get over it."
"Righ'." Hagrid said, shortly, standing strait. "Well, Harry, yeh can come over soon, to help me ou' with… you know."
"Alright." Harry said, turning back to his fairy, which was still talking with Ron's.
After Double Potions down in the dungeons with Snape, Harry was ready to get back on his broom more than ever. Hermione's grudge seemed to have cooled down a bit and she was sitting next to Harry at dinner and only talking to Ron if she needed to. He seemed to be the same way. It was confusing for Harry, talking with both of them, having different conversations at the same time. Finally, dinner was over and before Quidditch Practice, Harry managed to finish Umbridge's essay on the theory of wand magic. Before he knew it, he was dressed in scarlet robes, walking to the Quidditch Pitch with Ron, their brooms on their shoulders.
When they reached the pitch, they found that the new Chasers were already up in the air, practicing and Kirke and Sloper were watching them stupidly.
Ron grabbed a whistle that was hanging around his neck by a string and blew it shrilly nearly making Harry deaf. Once everyone landed and lined up single file, Ron paced back and forth, speaking.
"Congratulations to the three of you for making the positions of the Chasers, even those who probably weren't allowed anyway." Ron eyed Mark Evans. "But you weren't put on this team to spend the whole year celebrating your victory. You were put on it to celebrate Gryffindor's victory when we crush the Slytherins to the ground."
There were several 'yeahs!' from Dennis, Kirke and Sloper. Harry, Ginny and Evans, however, remained quiet.
"So, today, we're going to practice moves. Harry, you fly around and watch." Ron said, "Correct people if they need help. Halfway through, we'll let out the Snitch. You be my second eye for now."
"Third, Ron." Ginny said, "You already have two."
"Who's the Captain?" Ron said to Ginny. "Right… mount your brooms."
Harry swung his leg over the broom.
"Three… two… one… GO!" Ron yelled and everyone kicked off from the ground at such a force, the pound was still echoing in Harry's ears when he was fifty feet in the air.
"Right!" Ron yelled, once he was at the rings. "First, we'll try the Porskoff Play! One of you-- wait… which Chaser has the Quaffle?"
"I do!" Kirke yelled, holding the ball in the air.
"What the hell are you doing with it? You're a Beater. Here, give it to Ginny."
Kirke tossed it to Dennis and Ron hit his forehead.
"Fine. Dennis, go about twenty feet above Evans." Dennis did so. "Now, when you have the Quaffle, and you're trying to fly to get away from the other Chaser. Yeah, Ginny and Evans will be watching and one of them will see you. What you do is be bait. So, fly higher and higher, letting Evans, who's below you, to get even with the goalposts. Then, when the time is right, Dennis, you drop the Quaffle. Evans will catch it and put it though. Got that?"
It took several minutes for Dennis to drop the Quaffle, right when Ginny or Evans was right underneath them so they could successfully put it through the goalpost. Finally, when Dennis got it, they traded places and all tried different parts.
Most of the Practice, Ron focused on giving the new Chasers his full attention to get them trained up, rather than Harry, Kirke or Sloper, who flew around, attempting to throw them off.
It was dark out before Ron decided to call it quits.
"Not bad, team." Ron said, running his hand through his hair. "There's room for improvement, but you're getting it down."
Everyone was gasping, covered in sweat and exhausted.
"Right, tomorrow. After dinner at seven o'clock." Ron said and everyone departed. Harry stayed behind to help Ron round up the Bludgers and Snitch. When they were all safely in the box, Ron grabbed one side of the crate and Harry grabbed the other, and they hauled it back to the storage room.
"Grawpy, NO!" Hagrid yelled as the giant reached out to grab Ron and say hello to him as Sarff snorted loudly. It was now one in the afternoon on Saturday and it was raining, but some of the raindrops were being stopped by the large trees, keeping the six of them relatively dry, except when one of the giants decided it would be fun to rip a tree out by the roots and shake it so every drop of water showered down on Harry, Ron, Hermione and Hagrid.
"Go on, Hermione!" Hagrid yelled, shielding Ron from Grawp's fingers.
"Erm… Hello… my name is Grawp. Hello… my name is Sarff." said Hermione.
"It's nice to meet you Harry. It's nice to meet you Hermione!" said Harry.
"Hermy." Grawp said as Sarff stomped around, clearly not listening.
"Well, he's got that down pat!" Ron yelled from behind Hagrid and he ran to Harry and Hermione. Harry and Hermione had been repeating the same lines for nearly a quarter of an hour.
"Let's start smaller." Hagrid said, walking to Grawp to pat his gray hand. "Grawpy, can you say 'cat'?"
Grawp gurgled stupidly. Sarff, however, opened her crooked mouth and said, "Kawt!"
"Good job, Sarff!" Hermione praised apprehensively.
"How about 'Hippogriff'?" Hagrid asked. Again, Grawp did nothing but guffaw. Sarff said nothing, but instead, began screaming shrilly, stomping her feet and waving her long arms.
"No, Sarff, no!" Hermione yelled. "Be quiet! Shh! Be quiet!"
Sarff wouldn't stop.
"Shut it, you!" yelled Ron. Sarff stopped and blinked stupidly in Ron's direction.
"This is going to take forever." Harry mumbled into Hermione's ear.
By the end, Sarff was able to hear the word 'Hippogriff' without screaming and could say some one-syllable words like 'cat', 'dog,' but still couldn't say them correctly, for she would always say "Kawt. Dawg."
"Is it even worth our time?" Harry asked, "I mean, they can't even put two words together."
"They just need time." Hermione said.
"Crabbe and Goyle'll've had plenty of time. Can they string two words together yet?"
"Yeah." Ron said, "'I… pound… you.' And 'Yes… Master… Malfoy.'"
Harry and Hermione snorted with laughter.
The whole weekend went by and Harry's Occlumency Lessons and Auror Training were as boring as ever, as Snape wouldn't explain how to fight the Legilimens Curse and McGonagall was still into theory. The only good thing that happened was that Mark and Ginny now had the Porskoff Play down as Dennis flew around, distracting any other Chasers into thinking he had the Quaffle, by balling up his Quidditch robes under his arm and carrying them around. Sunday, after dinner, when the grey sky was just getting darker, Harry was called to Professor Dumbledore's office again by McGonagall after Auror Training.
When Harry entered through the wooden door to Dumbledore's office, he saw Fudge standing beside Umbridge again, who looked outraged, black bow in hair, short wand held in her stubby fingers. Fudge still looked confused.
"Good evening, Harry." Dumbledore said, sitting in the same place Harry had spoken to him last. "I trust your weekend has been going well?"
"Yeah." Harry said, eyeing Fudge and Umbridge.
"I suppose you are wondering why you are here, hm?" continued Dumbledore. Harry nodded his head. "Well, the Minister has something he would like to say, if you would please direct your attention to him." Harry gazed at Fudge, who looked blankly back at him for a minute. It was then, Harry truly wondered why Fudge was behaving so oddly. What Fudge said next threw Harry off completely.
"You and Miss. Delacour-Weasley, are permitted to return to your jobs tomorrow." Fudge said in a monotone.
"We- we are?" Harry said, looking at Umbridge, who scowled back at him.
"Yes." Fudge said, putting on his bowler hat and pinstriped cloak. "Now, I must return to the Ministry, Dolores, if you would accompany me."
He then left and Umbridge gave Harry one last look before storming out after the Minister.
The Minister's sudden departure seemed to have shocked not only Harry, but Dumbledore and McGonagall as well. Finally, after a long and awkward pause, where the three of them stared at the door, Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"Now, seeing as you are going to go back to your regular teaching schedule tomorrow, Harry, you'll need to know what to learn. For the next week, I would like you to teach everyone about some of the spells that you taught most of them last year at your secret meetings. Get them to take notes the first day, practice and then the next class, practice together. That should take care of a whole week's worth of things to do, but I advise you get cracking on what you will be teaching them the next few weeks."
"Yes, Sir." Harry said, standing up. "Goodnight, Professors." Then, he walked out, unable to believe what had just happened.
Neither Ron or Hermione could believe it either.
"And he just left-- just like that?" Hermione said.
"With Umbridge?" Ron asked excitedly.
They were sitting near the fireplace and it was almost one o'clock in the morning. Nearly everyone had gone to bed, save a small few.
"Yeah." Harry said, not sure whether he should feel happy that Umbridge was gone, or terrified at the prospect of teaching his classmates again.
"Good for you, Harry!" Hermione said.
"Yeah, you're much more interesting to learn from than Umbridge." Ron said.
It was then Harry settled for feeling happy that Umbridge was gone.
Even the firelight seemed to dance with glee that night. And for the first time in a long time, Harry was able to sleep peacefully.
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I am SOOOOO sorry for how lame this chapter was! It was just, I was so pushed for time and I knew I had to get this chapter done! I apologize for the lack of good quality it contains and I hope my next chapter will be better. I was planning for this chapter to be longer, but I ran out of time! I apologize! And I also wanted the discussion with Dumbledore, Harry, Fudge, etc, etc, to be longer, but I just didn't have time.
Thanks y'all for all yer reviews! I appreciate the fact that you guys are behind me 100%! The thing about my driver's license was… I didn't get it… well, I didn't fail, but I didn't pass… I didn't take the test at all! In fact, when my mom and I got up to the desk to give all my forms of identification, the guy said, 'sorry, we need your SS card.' I didn't have it, so we had to go home and look for it. All we could find was my mom's, so we had to go out to get me a new one that won't show up for another 9-14 days, so for that time, I'm grounded. But I was reading the wrong version of the Driver's Manual and the new one stated clearly that I needed an SS card! Well, excuse me, but no one told me that there was a difference from one version to the other. In other words, I'M SO MAD!
And my poor doggy, Alex, had to seizures in one night, two hours apart, so we had to take her to the vet and that took up some time. The hard thing is, we're not sure if she's in pain or not, but she gets stuck in her crate and we can't help her, so we just have to stand there, encouraging her to get out of it, not even sure if she can hears us in the first place!
You guys are great! You helped me get up to 200 reviews, which is more than I've ever gotten, so thanks so much!
Anyway, apart from all my distressing, here are all 22 review responses! Wow! Thanks, guys! You make me so happy!
Mistopurr- It's fine that you don't sign in… no, wait, it's against the law to not sign in! AAAAH! But thanks! Yes, Evil Umbridge! She's such a nasty piece of work! Anyway, talk to you later! Happy B-day!
Vicster- Thanks! I'm glad you thought it was funny!
Pipaluga- Well, so far, I have 29 chapters planned out, but I'm thinking of adding on, so there will be more! Thanks a bunch! But it will be to the end of the year, even if it takes me to the end of the year to finish the story! And as you know, my driver's test didn't turn out all that great… thanks for your support!
Fuji the Hobbit- 'Kewl'… that's so cool! That actually gave me the idea for Sarff's pronunciations for 'cat' and 'dog', so thanks! Well, if you think about it, Fred and George both got their Apparation tests in the summer between their 6th and 7th years at Hogwarts and I figured it was so like Hermione to start studying a year in advance. I heard that error about Marcus Flint too… I think it was something like he was there for an extra year. I looked up what J.K. Rowling had to say on it and she said he was so stupid, he was held back. Thanks again!
Black Sentinel- Well, Umbridge didn't die and excruciating death, but getting rid of her was the next best thing, right? I can't say much about what else you were talking about without giving away big ending stuff. But yeah, I figured it would be good to get Krum back into the picture and what better way than to have him send Hermione a letter about how people went missing? Lol!
Larna Mandrea- Thanks so much! I'm glad, in a way, that you missed my story, because it means I'm doing my job as a author to have people enjoy my story! I'm glad, also, that I'm keeping everyone in character (or at least trying to in this chapter). Again, thanks!
Lovegood Loves Good- Too late… sorry. Umbridge is gone so they can't rebel against her. Although, it would have been a great idea… trails off in thought.
The evil witch queen- Yeah, good job for all the sailing! I read your story and it was great (as always!). I'm glad you like the howler, because I personally thought it was a little out of character. I can't say whether or not Umbridge had Fudge under the Imperious Curse, because I don't want to spoil anything for you! Sorry! What doesn't have to do with Voldemort these days?
Trinityelf- No prob! I hope your drivers Ed classes are going smoothly. Seven hours? That's great! Yeah… about my driver's permit… UMBRIDGE! But she's gone. I would have had her last longer, but I no longer needed her. Talk to you later! Sorry the review isn't longer, I told you all I wanted to in my e-mail! Adios!
Snow-angel222- Thanks! Yes, Umbridge is evil, isn't she? Yup, Fudge is acting strangely, but what's up with him? Lol… only I know and that's fun! Sorry… power… of… writing… growing…too…strong! Thanks again!
Cloak of light in general- Hm… interesting name! I'm honored that you reviewed for my story, 'cause I always like to see what my reviewers think, even if it is the 'good job! Love it!' thing, because then I know that I'm doing okay! I'm glad you hate Umbridge, because she is a hate-able person! I despise her, but she is fun to write, because even I don't know what she's going to do next! Anyway, thanks so much!
Drake Smythe- The Fabled Staff of Merlin? When can you see it? Ah, only time can tell, my friend! Well… about the pairings, I don't really do those… except, of course, the Harry/Cho things, because I like Cho, even if no one else does. She's fun to write!
Ellen- EVIL UMBRIDGE! Sorry, going crazy! I know! Summer is ending! Where did it go? Come back, summer flails arms. Yup, I went to the fair and had a great time! Trin told me about how she was 'playing with her food'. That was great!
Lady Aioria- I've never seen it (obviously). It sounds interesting! That costume thing was so funny! I could just imagine it in my head! Yay! USA!!! Right, I'll check it out! Advertise? You want me to advertise ? Or ? Well, I'll have to check them out before I advertise them on my bio page, if that's what you want me to do… Thanks!
Makotochi- Got rid of Umbridge! Happy? I am!
Lady game- Have more happen in one chapter? You know how much I would enjoy doing that, but time just doesn't call for it at the moment. Sorry! I really want to add more in chapters, but I'm struggling, just to get up what I have up at the moment. If I have time, I swear I'll put more in a chapter, just for you! And, yes, I know Mark Evan's last name was actually an accident, says J.K. Rowling, but me and my friend are not sure whether or not she was just trying to get our focus off Mark. Besides, he was ten in the fifth book and you have to be eleven to get into Hogwarts, so I thought the time was perfect! Thanks, though, for the warning!
Facil Glow- I'm glad you like my long chapters! My goal, from the start, was to not write less than 10 pages on my computer for each chapter, so I'm nearing 170 pages on my computer in a different font! Pretty cool! Thanks! I don't have time to change it, but as you see up at the A/N at the top, I did put it into consideration! I just don't have time to change it now… if I have time, I'll change it! Thanks!
JeanieBeneie33- Sorry that I made you wait so long! And your welcome for the compliment! Thank you for your compliment! Lol!
FlyingPixie- It actually took me a while to realize what you meant by Voldie, 'cause I usually just call him Voldemort, or if I'm really mad at him 'Moldy-wart'. Hey, at least it rhymes, even if it is gross. Thanks for the review!
Wind Whisperer- Sorry Harry didn't get a chance to blow up at her before she left, but I enjoyed writing the detention scene! It kinda gave Ron and Hermione time to stick up for Harry, rather than the other way around.
David M. Potter- Is your last name truly 'Potter' or is that just a name? Sorry… none of my business! Anyway, yeah, I didn't say, but Dumbledore told Fudge about Umbridge's punishment… not that it made a difference… Fudge is sort of out of it at the moment. Anyway, thanks!
Jeanne2- Thanks! Yes, evil Umbridge! And I feel bad for Harry too! Harry realized what was wrong with Fudge… actually… hang on… that there was something wrong with Fudge… but what is it? Lol. Thanks!
Starsmiles- I'm glad you thought it was funny! I still think it was out of character, but it you guys liked it, then I'm happy! Yup, Fudge is acting interesting, isn't he? Yes, I decided to make her extremely evil in the last chapter! How'd I do? She didn't say anything in this chapter, but it was the prospect that she was there, wasn't it? Well, that's the thing, Hermione's always the one to study while Harry and Ron put it off until the last minute… that will be in my 7th story version. Yes, I'm writing another one for their 7th year… when, you ask? I dunno. Not yet, anyway. Yup, can't tell you what's going on with Voldemort and Wormtail, for all of you must be surprised!
Wow! Thanks you guys for all the reviews! It truly means a lot to me that you all enjoy my story! Well, I'd better go; I have a big day tomorrow and I need time to post this. So, talk to you guys later and don't forget to review on your way out! Oh, and I'm not sure when I'll be able to post again, so just keep a lookout!
May broomsticks be in your dreams!
Luv,
Legolas-gurl88
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