Disclaimer: I still don't own anything in this story but the story itself. All the character except my original ones, are J.K. Rowling's.

Chapter 4- Explanations and Flying Portraits

Harry just stood there not knowing what to say. He had just been asked to play Quidditch for England. That was really big.

"I don't know. Should I play?" He asked Ron.

"Harry! Yes, you should play! How thick can you get?" Ron yelled staring incredulously at Harry. "You just got asked to play in the Quidditch World Cup! Of course you're going to play!"

"Alright I'll play!" Harry said more to himself than anyone.

Ron threw his arm up and punched the air. "Yes! I'm going to go tell Hermione and Ginny! This is awesome!"

Harry grabbed a piece of parchment and quill and sat down at the desk. He quickly wrote to Juan Housing, telling him that he was going to play. Harry finished just in time because as soon as he looked up, Hermione and Ginny had thrown themselves upon him.

"Harry this is so great! I'm so excited for you!" Ginny yelled while hugging him tightly.

"Yeah, Harry, I can't believe it! You have to get us tickets!" Hermione was jumping up and down as she was speaking.

"But you don't even like quidditch, Hermione."

"I still want to watch you play! This is going to be so cool!"

"Hey, Harry." Ron said with a grin on his face. It looked more like a sneer to Harry. "Now your not just famous because you lived through some curse. You're a famous quidditch player, too!"

"Shut it, Ron!"

"I've got to go tell Mum. You coming, Ginny?"

"I'll be there in a minute. Harry, can I speak to you for a minute?"

"Sure."

With that, Ron and Hermione left the room, and Harry was left alone with Ginny. She looked very pretty tonight.

"Harry, I just wanted to tell you congratulations. You're very lucky you know. It's so cool being able to say that I know an International Quidditch player."

"Thanks, Ginny. But couldn't you say that in front of everyone else?"

"Well, yes, but I also want to give you something kind of as a good job present."

"Alright, what is it?"

"This."

And she walked over to Harry, put her arms on his shoulders, and pressed her lips to his. It was wonderful. Nothing like kissing Cho. It was so sweet and warm. Harry didn't want it to end, but when she pulled away she looked so beautiful. He had never looked at her like that. She was amazing, and Harry wanted to kiss her again. But she took his hand and led him to the door.

"Let's go down now." She said and opened the door for Harry to go out.

When they stepped out of the room, however, they found Ron and Hermione standing at the top of the stairs. They had obviously been waiting on Harry and Ginny.

"What took you so long?" Ron asked. "We've been waiting for ages. Come on, I want to go tell Mum!"

So Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all ran down the stairs as fast as they could. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Mrs. Black's portrait started screaming at the top of her lunges.

"FILTH! SCUM! BLOOD TRAITORS! MUDBLOOD! YOU STAND THERE NOT WORTHY OF THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS!"

"Shut up you old hag! This is my house now!" Harry screamed at her. "FINITE INCANTARTEM!"

Harry shot the spell at the picture hoping to just shut her up, but instead the picture was blown clear off the wall, landing with a loud crash on the stairs. Suddenly the kitchen door swung open to reveal 20 or 30 wizards protruding from it. Mrs. Weasley, Lupin, Dumbledore, Tonks and, Snape were among the first.

Dumbledore looked from Harry holding his wand to the broken portrait on the stairs. "Harry, what happened here?"

"I was sick of her screaming at us, and so I tried to scare her and make her shut up. That didn't work, but I did get her off the wall."

Dumbledore was looking at Harry with curiosity. "Harry, I need you to go into the kitchen and wait for me there. This meeting is over. I think we have discussed everything important. Severus, can you dispose of this portrait, please?"

They all nodded and did as they were told. Harry walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. He was glad to be rid of the picture, but worried that he was in trouble. He had done magic, and he knew he wasn't allowed to. The fact the he was now an International Quidditch player had completely left his mind.

Dumbledore soon entered the room and sat down in front of Harry. He placed his fingertips together and looked up at the ceiling as if lost in thought. "Harry," he said, "I think I have figured out why you have been performing some very powerful magic."

"But, Professor, that spell wasn't advanced. I learned it in my second year."

"Yes, but it has never had an effect like that in the past, has it?"

"Well, no, but-"

"Harry, the reason you can perform these spells with such effects, is because you are growing in power. Remember the prophecy, 'He will have power the Dark Lord knows not'? We thought it was talking about your heart and the power was love, but we were wrong. Well, mostly wrong. We didn't take the prophecy literally. It says that you will have power the Dark Lord knows not, and I think that power is beginning to show."

"I don't have any special power. What are you talking about?"

"You do have power. That is why you were able to perform those complex spells without ever hearing them before. That is why you can blast a portrait off the wall with only a simple spell. And that is why you feel nothing when the Cruciastus curse hits you. I think we can expect more advanced magic from you over time."

Harry didn't understand. He couldn't have any special powers. What was he talking about? But Harry shrugged it off, and asked Dumbledore the thing he had been most curious about.

"Professor, I have another question."

"Yes, Harry?"

"Well the other night at Hermione's house, I had a dream. Actually it wasn't really a dream; it was a vision of Voldemort. He was talking with Ludo Bagman about a book. Voldemort wanted the book, but it was hidden and only you or I could get it. Voldemort then killed Bagman, because he didn't do what Voldemort asked. Do you know what that book is?"

Dumbledore thought about this for a long while before answering. "I have never heard of a such a book, but I will defiantly look into that. And Harry, are you sure that was Ludo Bagman? We have no records of him being a Death eater."

"Yes, sir. I am certain it was him."

"Very well. I will have to look into that also. Can you possibly remember where they were?"

"No. I only saw the room."

"O.K. I must be going; I have a lot of work to do. I will see you soon, Harry."

"Good-bye, Professor."

"Oh, wait, one more thing. I need you to sign this deed giving the order permission to use Grimmauld Place as Headquarters. Since you are now the owner, we need your signature."

Harry walked over to Dumbledore and signed the deed. He was walking out the door before he remembered about the quidditch team. "Hey, Professor, I just wanted you to know that I was asked to play seeker for England. I hope you don't object, because I already said I would play."

"I do not object, Harry. I think that is wonderful. Congratulations."

"Thank you, sir."

"I hope that doesn't interfere with your own house quidditch responsibilities. I'm sure the team would be very upset if their captain let them down."

"What?"

"I must be going. Good-bye, Harry." And Dumbledore left a very puzzled Harry to stand-alone in the kitchen.

Did he just say that I was Gryffindor captain? , Harry thought, That's what it sounded like.

Harry did not have long to think about this however, because he was soon called into the hallway by Hermione. When Harry entered the Hall, he was met by Mrs. Weasley, Tonks, and Lupin. As soon as they saw Harry, each ran up to him very excited about his new quidditch position. They were all hugging him or clapping him on his back. Harry was happy, but he also wanted to get to his room with Ron and Hermione to tell them about his conversation with Dumbledore. Luckily, Mrs. Weasley went to go make dinner and Harry got his chance to pull Ron and Hermione upstairs.

Harry told them all about his power and what Dumbledore said about the book. Neither Ron nor Hermione seemed surprised about this information.

"Harry if you had just asked me what I thought about those complex spells, I could have told you it was that hidden power. That's the only thing that makes sense."

"But I have never had any secret powers before, why are they just showing now?"

Ron had an answer to this question, "You have had special powers, though. You found out that you're a parsletounge in out second year, third year you blew up your aunt without a wand and you produced a Patronus, and fourth year you were the only one who could throw off the Imperius curse. See you have had all those special powers; you just didn't realize it."

Harry didn't know what to say at this. Ron was right. He had always had some special powers, but he didn't know that he had them because of the prophecy. "Oh, yeah. True." Harry was trying to think of something to break the awkwardness. "Ron, um, Dumbledore just said that I was made Gryffindor quidditch captain."

"Oh, er, good job."

"Um, Thanks, but I want you to share it with me. I can't handle it by myself, and you deserve it too."

"Are you serious? This is the best! Thanks, Mate! Let me go tell Mum! She'll be so excited! I think she said we were having some birthday party for you since you weren't here on your birthday. This will be another reason to celebrate!"

The party that night was wonderful. Everyone sang Happy Birthday, and Harry opened his presents. He received a new pair of quidditch gloves from Ron, a book on defense from Hermione, and an assortment of sweets from Hagrid. Lupin gave him a photo album of the Marauders, and from the Weasley's some mince pies and Weasley Wizard Wheeze's products. Tonks gave Harry a small quidditch stadium, so he could work on plays and strategies; and Ginny gave him a very nice, expensive watch.

Harry was very excited. He had just had the best birthday ever, even though it wasn't really his birthday, and he had shared a special moment with Ginny. He was planning on asking Ginny out at some point, but didn't want to know what Ron's reaction would be. He had not taken any of her last boyfriends very well. Harry decided he would just casually ask Ron about it, but not tonight. He was to tired and not quite ready to hear Ron's response.

Harry was pretty happy the rest of the summer, but he was very excited about returning to Hogwarts. The day before they were to return Mrs. Weasley took Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny to Diagon Alley to visit Fred and George.

When Harry first looked at the front of the store, all he noticed was a large, colorful sign saying 'Weasley Wizard Wheezes', but when he looked closer at it he saw:

Weasley's Wizard Wheezes

Owned by Fred and George Weasley

Financial Provider- Harry Potter

Harry had to laugh out loud when he saw it. He had, in fact, given Fred and George 1,000 galleons to start their joke shop. It had been his winning from the Triwizard Tournament, and he was more than happy to give it to them.

Upon walking inside, Harry saw rows and rows of more pranks imaginable. There were Extendable Ears, Skiving Snackboxes, Canary Creams, and a million other things. He was amazed that Fred and George had come up with all of those ideas and created each and every one of the products. There were buckets of Fake Wands at 5 Knuts each, a whole wall containing boxes of fireworks, and a separate wall with portable swaps, beaches, forests, and about 20 other different environments.

Harry grabbed 3 Skiving Snackboxes, 2 pairs of Extendable Ears, and a Fake Wand. He paid 6 Galleons, 16 Sickles, and 5 Knuts, and walked over to Fred and George.

"Harry! Hey, Mate!" George called spotting Harry.

Then Fred turned and waved at him. "Did you like our sign, Harry?"

"Yeah, it was great! So the stores going good then?"

"Excellent! Business is Booming!"

All the sudden Ron spoke up from behind Harry, making him jump, "Hey, Fred, George. Did you hear who was playing seeker for England?"

"No, but Deadulus Diggle said they were really young." Fred answered.

"Well your staring at him."

"What! You don't play seeker, Ron."

"Not me; Harry."

"Are you serious? Bloody hell, Harry!"

"Yeah, Harry. That's awesome! Think you can get us tickets?"

"Um, I'll try."

"Thanks, Harry!"

"All right, everyone. We need to be heading back." Mrs. Weasley had just appeared carrying several brown packages. "Have you all gotten what you need?"

"Yes ma'am." They all said in unison.

Everyone said good-bye to Fred and George, and headed back to Grimmauld place.