Harry Potter and the Girl Who Lived Chapter 3, a harry potter fanfic

Harry couldn't believe it. This has got to be some kind of joke. He thought. But he also thought that it wouldn't hurt to see what she could do. Even if it meant a little embarassment. "Well...thanks for trying out Hermione," Harry said. "We are playing for the position of Chaser, you know right?" he added. Hermione took out her mouthpiece and chucked it over to the grass. "Stupid things. Of couse, captain. The Chaser is the player who throws the Quaffle through one of the three rings." she said. "Thats something that prat would say," Ginny whipsered off in the distance. "You see, I told you!" she whispered to Dean, hitting him in the shoulder. Dean looked over at Ginny, wincing at the amazing strength a girl could have. Harry looked at Hermione, wondering what she was getting at with trying out for the Quidditch team. He shrugged and blew his whistle. "Okay guys, laps around the pitch, go!" Hermione was the first to kick off of the broomstick, kicking over a third year boy who seemed to have trouble getting on the broomstick in the first place. Harry held in a soft giggle as he saw her on a broomstick. One of the two things Hermione wasn't ever good at: Divination and Quidditch. She always looked down about playing it. Granted, she loved rooting for Gryffindor, but for Harry, seeing her on that pitch, gliding in the wind like a breeze does the current, made Harry feel, contempt. After four of the five did a successful five laps around the pitch, Harry blew his whistle, and called them all back down. "Okay guys, I'm now going to have my Keeper, Ron Weasley, guard the post while each of you take this Quaffle, and try to score a goal through one of the posts. Oh I'm sorry Mr. Spokely, but you didn't make the five laps, I'm gonna have to let you go," he said, the boy who couldn't make it on the broomstick was heartbroken. Ron jumped off his new broomstick, courtesy of Harry, and took his position in the middle of the three ringposts. The first two boys both missed horribly, with the third one almost making it through the posts. And I'm not talking about the Quaffle either. Hermione swooped up her Quaffle and chucked it off of the ringposts, catching before it hit the ground and easily cruising it past Ron into the top left post for a score. Harry dropped his clipboard. Twenty minutes later Hermione was the new Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Transifiguration was very different considering the teacher was the new Headmistress, but it didn't change the amount of homework. Walking out of N.E.W.T. class, they already had the difficult assignment of changing their pet into a baby version, which sucked for Ron, because Pig was already small enough. Harry surprisingly did it on his first try, making Hermione red in the ears. She always became flustered when someone did something before her, or better than her. In the Common Room, everyone was chatting amongst themselves, as usual. Hermione and Harry where studying for Ancient Runes, while Ron was politely helping two third year Gryffindors with "fashion advice". "No, that totally does NOT make your butt look big," Harry heard Ron say in the background. "You know what's crazy," Harry said, looking over his Ancient Runes assignment. "Is that YOU of all people are good at Quidditch, and I want to know why you never tried in the first place." Harry said. "Well, its just that now I have time to," Hermione said, still looking at her assignment. "I just want to leave Hogwarts with great memories with those close to me," she continued. Harry looked up, and smiled. Across in the distance he heard, "Oh that hat so goes with you, and a great body!"

Harry was really beginning to enjoy Defense against the Dark Arts. He never knew Hagrid was such a great teacher, but low and behold, Hagrid's lessons just got more and more interesting. He loved the lesson on Vampires, and enjoyed the werewolf lesson the best so far, when Lupin came in to demonstrate a great potion to be able to retain his human state. Harry didn't miss Potions one bit. I think it was because Dolores Umbridge had taken the position, with the condition that she was unable to do nothing else, with the consequences of losing her job at both Hogwarts and the Ministry. After DADA, Harry was walking down the hall when she saw Luna Lovegood talking with a fellow second year. She stopped dead in her conversation when she saw Harry and jogged over to him. "Hey Harry," she said. "Hey Luna, hows the magazine?" Harry said. "It's good, you know that bats are the number one remedy for bushy eyebrows?" she added. "No, but if I have ever have bushy eyebrows, I'll definately buy a bat," Harry added, comically. "Hey, I heard Hermione made the Quidditch team, you must be estatic," Luna said. "I am glad she made it, I mean, she is a great player," Harry carefully added. "I hope we did good this year." Luna said. "I think it is one thing to make Dumbledore proud." Harry looked away, thinking about the man who took him to his aunt and uncle as a kid. "Well, I'm late for Divination, bye Harry" she waved and so did he, as she jogged off to class. Harry made it through another day of Ancient Runes, but his mind was more focused on Dumbledore, and how much he missed him. After Ancient Runes, Harry couldn't even cheer up. He told Ron and Hermione that he would see them later and went up to the gargoyle. "I don't know the stupid password, just let me see the Headmistress." Surprisingly, the gargoyle moved. Harry went up the sprial stairs, and opened the door to Dumbledore's office. He walked around, touching everything, remembering the times that he shared with a great wizard. Fawkes was no longer at his perch. Harry looked around, at all of the Headmasters of Hogwarts, finally stopping when he saw the final picture on the right. Dumbledore was resting quietly in his picture of past Hogwarts Headmasters. Harry dropped to his knees, and covered his eyes with his hands. He couldn't control. He couldn't believe it. But he had to. He had no choice. As tears began to roll down his arms, he heard a soft voice through his sobs. "I miss him too, Harry." Harry felt a hand on his shoulder. Professor McGonnagall helped Harry up and gave him a hug. She then offered him a seat. "Harry, I know this is a hard time for you, as it is for all of us, I just ask you to try to be strong." Harry let out a soft sob "They all look up to you Harry." Harry interrupted. "WHY DID HE JUST GIVE IN TO HIM! FOR FIVE YEARS, I TOLD HIM THAT SNAPE WAS IN IT FOR HIM. NOONE BELIEVED ME. NOT HERMIONE, NOT RON, NOT EVEN YOU," Harry added pointing his finger at her. "Harry I just-" Harry cut her off. "NO! YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SAY. YOU COULD OF SAVED HIM. YOU COULD OF BELIEVED ME. NOONE DOES, UNTIL ITS TOO LATE." McGonnagall held her hand up, quieting Harry. "I know you mad," she said softly. "I can't blame you. But for you own good, you need to understand that Dumbledore will never leave your side. That's all I have to say for now Harry," she walked around, and gave him a hug. "I think I can give you a little more attention, now that I am no longer Head of Gryffindor. But I hope you get your homework done!" she let him go and walked him out. Harry noticed on the way out that the Dumbledore Portrait was not moving at all.

As Harry walked into the common room, he saw Hermione in the corner reading. He walked over to her. "Hey there, mind if I join you?" Hermione jumped up a bit, but scooted over. "Sorry, I'm reallie busy reading this new chapter in our Ancient Runes book about mummies, and how to hex them." Harry looked over. "Thats by casting the spell at their eyes, right?" Hermione looked up. "Is it? I have been trying to find that for the last hour, let me check." Harry grabbed the book and showed her what page. She turned after reading and gave him a big hug. "You are really surprising this year, Harry Potter," "So are you!" he said, as she let go of him. "I should get some rest, I have some Quidditch practice in the morning, right captain?" she added. "Bright and early," he said and smiled as he watched her go up the stairs to the girl's dormitories. As Harry walked into his room, he went over to the drawer and pulled out the mirror that Sirius had given him, hoping as always that someone would look back. When noone did, tears ran down his face, blurring his vision. He missed Padfoot. When he started trembling, the mirror, slipped from his hands, shattering on the floor. Harry quickly dropped to the floor, cursing under his breath. "Why now, no.!" he was losing it. But after he cut himself on a piece of glass, he saw something on the floor. When he held it closer, it was a thin key. Harry examined it more. On the head of the key was a piece of parchment. On it it said

I never left. I always watched. I'll never forget.

I've never left, but you cannot know. Until it is time. You will know, when I show myself.

Until then I will hold you close to my heart.

To the future, my god-son.

Sirius Black.

Harry looked around to make sure noone had woken up. He took the parchment and read it again. He was confused, yet he had a feeling that for the first time in two years, there was hope that Sirius Black was still alive, waiting to show Harry the life he always wanted.