Disclaimer: Wow, this is going to get old fast, having to write a disclaimer everytime. No, I do not own anything in this story, but the plot.

Chapter 3- A Special Invitation

"Harry, dear, are you alright?" Mrs. Granger asked seeing Harry lying in the floor.

Turning towards the door, Harry noticed Mrs. Granger standing there looking surprised.

"Oh, yes ma'am." Harry lied. "I just tripped and fell. Hermione was helping me up."

"O.K. Well, breakfast is ready. If you want you can come and eat."

"Alright, Mom. We'll be down in a few minutes."

Mrs. Granger left the room and went downstairs, and then Harry turned to Hermione. He explained all about his dream.

"But, Harry, since when has Ludo Bagman been a Death Eater?" Hermione questioned.

"I don't know, but I'm sure it was him. What I want to know about is that book. Dumbledore never said anything about a book that only him and me could get. I want to know what it's about!"

"Bagman said that the book is hidden. That means it must be a very important book. It's probably filled with ways to kill Voldemort and block Dark Magic. Oh, Harry, wouldn't that be great! If you could just find that book and know exactly how to kill Voldemort!"

"Hermione, don't get your hopes up. It could always be a written copy of the prophecy or something small like that. And we don't have any idea at where it might be, so how in the world are we going to find it?"

"Harry, I think we should tell Dumbledore."

"Come on Hermione. Wouldn't it be best if we just-"

"In the past, when has not telling Dumbledore helped us?" Hermione interrupted.

Harry had to think about that one for a few moments before answering. "Well...in our second year. We didn't tell Dumbledore about the voice I was hearing. He would have thought I was mental if I had told him that."

"But he might have been able to figure out it was a Basilisk sooner if he had known. Then he could have put a stop to all the people being petrified." Hermione winced as she said this. She was obviously remembering being petrified herself.

"In third year, we didn't tell Dumbledore about the map. He would have taken it away, and think of all the times we have needed that."

"If we had told him about it, he might have blocked up those entrances, but in that case, it didn't matter. Sirius wasn't using one of those passages to get in. He used the front door, but he was a dog when he came in. Therefore the dementors didn't see him. So it didn't matter either way."

"O.K., O.K., you win. We'll tell Dumbledore, but we are going to wait until we get to headquarters next week. Deal?"

"Deal."

Harry and Hermione spent the rest of the week sitting around outside, playing football, and talking about anything and everything. Harry was really happy for once. He didn't have to worry about Voldemort, or prophecies, or any weird dreams when he was at Hermione's. In fact, the first time Harry had to think about anything magical at all was when they received their school letters along with Hermione's O.W.L. results.

"Harry! Did you get them? Did you get your results?" Hermione asked, trying not to look too excited.

"Yeah, I got mine ages ago, back at the Dursley's." Harry answered.

"Why didn't you say anything? How did you do? You did alright didn't you?"

"Calm down, Hermione. I did pretty well, I guess. 7 total. O in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures, and Potions. E in Charms, Herbology, and Transfiguration, and an A in History of Magic. Everything else was a P."

"Wow, Harry, that's great! You can take all the classes you need to be an auror. Congratulations!"

"Thanks, so how did you do?"

Hermione blushed, obviously trying not to look too pleased with herself. "Well, I got an O in everything but Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ancient Runes, and Astronomy. I got E's in those. My total was 10."

"Great Job! That's amazing! I wonder how Ron did?"

"Should we write and ask?"

"I don't think so. I'm not sure if he isn't a little jealous that he couldn't come. Maybe we should just leave him alone, and if he writes us first we can respond."

"O.K. Good idea!"

The rest of Harry's stay at Hermione's went by pretty fast, and nothing more eventful than a couple games of football happened. Before Harry knew it, his things were packed, and they were on their way to Diagon Alley. They were to meet Ron and the rest of the Weasley's there.

Harry wasn't sure if he was ready to leave Hermione's. He liked being with muggles when people didn't hate him, but at the sight of his other best friend, Ron, he became very excited about returning to Hogwarts and the rest of the magical world.

"Hey Mate!" Ron called to him. "Hey Hermione!"

"Hi, Ron!" They chorused.

"Harry!" Harry looked down just in time to see a small redhead running his way and grab him around his waist. It was Ginny.

"Hello there, Ginny. How are you?" When Ginny stepped away, Harry noticed something different about her. She no longer looked like just Ron's little sister. She had become very attractive. Her long, red hair fell just past her shoulders and glistened when she moved. She had gotten a lot tanner as well, and most of her freckles seemed to disappear. Her beautiful, blue eyes stood out the most, however. They were so big and bright, and they were lined with a small amount of blue makeup. It looked really good on her. Harry could do nothing but stare at her. She looked so much older and more mature. She was beautiful.

"I'm fine, I guess. Nothing much has happened this summer. How has yours been?"

"Great! I had a lot of fun at Hermione's. It was nice to be away from the Dursley's." Harry said, still mesmerized by Ginny. "Mrs. Weasley, hi!"

"Hello, dear." Mrs. Weasley said coming over to Harry and giving him a hug. "I hope you don't mind if I leave you all here. I have some errands to run. Let's meet at Fred and George's in about two hours."

"Ginny are you coming with us?" Harry asked, secretly hoping she would say yes.

"Umm...yeah I think I will. Where are we going to go first?"

"How about getting our new school things, and then we can do whatever after that." Hermione suggested.

They all agreed and headed to Gringotts to restock their moneybags. Harry felt bad once he opened his vault and realized that most of Sirius's money had been transferred there. He now had more money than he first had when he found out he was a wizard.

Next, the group went to Madame Malkin's Robe shop, because Ginny needed new robes. After that they went to refill their ingredients at the Apothecary. The last place they went to was Florish and Blotts. There they picked up all of their new books. Checking his list, Harry realized that he needed four new books.

Potion Brewing for the Wiser Minds by Hedalfa Ligamans

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6 by Miranda Goshawk

The Advance Guide to transfiguration by Emric Switch

Dark Arts Revealed by Lucinda Versai

"Hey, Ron. What did you get on your O.W.L.'s?" Harry asked.

"Oh, um...O in Care of Magical creatures, E in Herbology and Defense Against the Dark Arts, A in Charms, History of Magic, and Transfiguration, and a P in everything else. It's not the best, but I got 6 total, which is better than Fred and George. Mom's not really mad since I did better than them."

"Well what classes are you taking?"

"Everything but Potions, Divination, and Astronomy. I have to take History of Magic because I needed a sixth class. It was the only one left that I hadn't failed."

"O.K. good. We should have all our classes together but Potions and History of Magic."

Harry decided to wander to a back corner of the bookshop while Ron, Hermone, and Ginny paid for their books. A series of tall bookshelves, filled with large books on defense caught his eye. He looked over each book, but there were two that particularly caught his interest. They were both extremely thick and filled with very complex spells.

If I want to be ready to fight Voldemort, he thought, I should probably learn some of these spells. They look very hard, but I'm willing to try.

So Harry grabbed the books and headed to the checkout counter. He paid fifteen galleons for all of his books, and went outside to meet Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. As they headed to Quality Quidditch Supplies, the conversation turned to quidditch itself.

"Harry, did you hear? England made it to the Quidditch World Cup this year. It's going to be played in Scotland around Christmas. I wonder if while we're on break we could go and watch. Hogwarts is supposed to be located somewhere in Scotland."

"That would be awesome! I would love to watch. But I bet tickets are going to be really expensive."

"That doesn't matter for you, Harry. Your vault seemed to grow since the last time you used it." Ron joked, hitting Harry playfully on the arm.

"That's because it did." Harry explained feeling a little awkward. "Sirius left most of him money to me along with all of Grimmauld Place."

"Oh. Well know what else?" Ron asked quickly changing the subject. "England's seeker got hurt really bad at their last match. Doctors say he might not be able to play again! They said he defiantly wouldn't be able to play in the World Cup. I think they said he had brain damage or something. But anyways, England has to find a new seeker. I wonder who it will be. Since it's the World Cup, they're going to have to be really good. I hope they can help England win! Wouldn't that be cool?"

"Yeah that'd be the best. Man I wish we could go and watch it, with England playing in it and everything."

"Me too, Mate"

When the group finally met up with Mrs. Weasley outside of Weasley Wizard Wheezes, she explained that there would be no time to visit the shop. There was to be an order meeting starting in 10 minutes, and she couldn't be late.

"I will bring all of you back here before you leave for Hogwarts. Right now I want all of you to go to the Leaky Cauldron and floo back to Grimmauld Place. Harry, Hermione, your stuff has already been sent there. I am going to apparate, because I need to get there as soon as possible. See you in a few minutes!" And with a quick POP, she was gone.

They all headed to the Leaky Cauldron quickly, wanting to get back to Grimmauld Place soon. It did not take long for each of them to Floo there, and within five minutes, each of them was standing in the drawing room covered with ash and soot.

"Right, well I am going to go to my room and get changed out of these robes. Harry, you coming?" Ron asked looking at Harry.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute. Hey Hermione, could I talk to you for a few seconds?"

"Sure, Harry." Hermione replied.

Harry waited for Ron and Ginny to leave the room before speaking to Hermione. "Should I tell Ron about my dream and the prophecy?" He asked her.

Hermione seemed to think about this before answering. "I think you should at least tell him about the dream. And I would prefer you tell him about the prophecy, but if you aren't ready then you don't have to. He is your best friend and everything, so I think it would be best if you did. Oh, and I'm sure he already knows, living at headquarters, but I think you need to tell him about the Death Eater attack. That way he won't think you're hiding something from him."

"O.K. thanks, Hermione."

"No problem." Hermione smiled at Harry and led the way through the door.

As Harry and Hermione walked to the guest rooms, Harry was taking in everything about the house. It had been cleaned a lot since he was last there, and there was a new head to the elves on the wall, Kreacher. Harry was glad to see he died, because he was afraid he would kill him if Harry were to meet him. It also took a while for Harry to process the fact that everything was his. He actually owned all of this. Hermione must have sensed his what he was thinking about, because when she spoke it was in a very soft voice.

"Harry, are you O.K.? Are you sure it's not too soon to be back here?"

"I'm alright, Hermione. Just thinking and remembering. I don't know if I'm ready to be here yet, myself, but it's the best place as of now."

"Well, good. At least you aren't really upset. I hate it when your temper rises and you yell at everyone who's near you. You're so scary when you're like that."

Harry felt slightly ashamed, and his face turned red. "I'm sorry. I don't realize it at the time."

"It's quite alright. Now, go explain to your best friend what has been bothering you and everything that has happened this summer."

Harry had just realized that he was in front of Ron and his bedroom.

"O.K. See you later."

When Harry entered the room, he held up a hand to tell Ron not to interrupt him, and he began to tell him everything. He explained all about the prophecy, the attack on the Dursley's, and the puzzling dream he had. By the time he finished, Ron's mouth was hanging open slightly. When he finally found his voice, he said, "Sorry, Mate. That's got to be tough. I can't even imagine. The whole world resting on your shoulders. If you fail then everything as we know it changes. Innocent people will die, and the darkest wizard of all will take over, killing anyone who objects to him. Wow, talk about pressure!"

"Thanks, Ron. I wasn't feeling so bad until you reminded me of the consequences if I fail. Yeah, now I'm not worried at all."

"Oh, er, sorry." Ron's ears turned red and he fell silent. Luckily, the awkwardness was broken by a tapping on the window. Harry looked out to see a very large, official looking owl with a letter addressed to Harry tied to his leg.

"Whose owl is that? I've never seen it before." Ron asked looking a bit confused.

As soon as Harry took off the letter, the owl turned and flew back into the night sky. Harry quickly opened the letter wanting to see what it was about. He read it through once and gasped, dropping it onto the floor.

"Harry, are you alright? What did it say?"

"Here," Harry picked up the letter and handed it to Ron, "See for yourself."

Dear Mr. Potter,

My name is Juan Housing. I am the manager of England's International Quidditch team. We have just recently made it to the Finals of the Quidditch World Cup. Unfortunately, our seeker was injured and will not be able to play in the World Cup. We have been in the process of replacing him, and your name has come up by many well-respected officials. I am offering you a spot as seeker on out World Cup team. Will you please send an owl back with your response as soon as possible? Thank you.

Juan Housing

"Manager"

"Bloody hell, Harry! Seeker for England? Well, are you going to play?"

A/N: That is my first attempt at a cliffhanger. Actually, my second. My first was last chapter. I think last chapter's cliffhanger was better. This is my first fanfic so please be patient with me. I think I might get better at cliffhangers by the end of the story. I will try not to have to many of those, however. Please keep reading and reviewing! I will try to update soon!