Ch 7 The game of Prophesizing
A/N-Is anyone still reading this? Hello...(Echoes loudly and author hangs his head in shame) P.S. Sorry about the name flip-flopping but I can't decide on a title, your help would be appreciated.
Harry, Ginny and Hermione had decided on the candidates for the DA, and were meeting with them on Thursday. Tonight, Tuesday, Harry was holding Quidditch practice. 'It is going to be a busy week' Harry thought. Harry arrived at lunch dreading the double potions with Snape that were to follow. Grabbing a piece of toast and applying lenient amounts of butter to it. Hermionie and Ron sat down beside him, and Harry noticed that Ron's buttons were done up wrong. Harry thought it best not to ask how this had occurred. As Harry was about to tell Ron Professor Trelawney, of all people, strode up to them. "Hello, my dears. I just need to talk to Mr. Potter here for a moment" She said, obviously so excited about something that she forgot to act mysteriously. She walked Harry into the entrance hall, and stopped him. "Harry, I just saw something very mysterious in my tea leafs, it seems that if I come down and talk to you something very important will happen." She looked around expectantly and then continued in a voice that she only used when prophesizing "The Prophesy has been altered and the Dark Lord is at fault, The Prophesies second and it's love must unite with the bearer of that prophesy in order to restore balance" She gave a little cough. "I wonder if the important thing was simply me being there, hmmm. Why haven't you been in my classes lately?" she asked as if nothing at all had happened, and as far as she knew nothing had. "Yes, I have been taking another class..."
"remedial potions I presume" she said. "It's not..." Harry started but she had already swept across the hall and was on the marble stairway. "What's this about remedial potions, Potter?" sneered Malfoy who had just left the great hall. "I am learning to make an intelligence draught so that I can bring your IQ up to that of a Ferret" Harry shot back. He was pleased to see that the Ferret remark had make an impact on Malfoy, who's sneer was gone, and he left quickly. Harry quickly returned to the Gryffindor table and told Ron, Hermione and Ginny about his experience. He hadn't realized that he had never before let Ginny in on a conversation like this. As they bid farewell to Ginny at the Marble staircase they began to talk about Quidditch and Gryffindor's chances this year. "I've met the beaters already and they are very good" said Harry "There is no one else applying for Beater, so the Creavy brothers have the job. As Snape ushered them in he told them that, because the Love Potions needed to sit, they would work on Dream elixirs. The class passed, for the first time in weeks, without incident. When Harry was told to take a sample of his he did so willingly. But once asleep he returned to his room with Voldimort cursing him and Neville and Ginny driving him back. Then I hit him, Professor Trelawney's prophesy! The prophesy had to be the one about him and Voldimort. The second must be Neville, the only other person who could have been in his place, and its love must be Ginny! Who else did he love?
(A/N-Catch all that? It refers to book 5)
Harry woke up and rushed from the dungeon to Snape's yells of disproval. The last thing he heard was Snape yelling "!5 points from Gryffindor!" As Harry raced along the many corridors of Hogwarts he tripped and fell, at the feet of non-other than the man he wanted to see. "Dumbledore!" Harry gasped "The Prophesy, it's been tempered with, by Voldimort." Dumbledore looked concerned as he helped Harry back to his feet. "How do you know this?" he asked. "Trelawney made a prophecy this morning and I just figured it out!" "This is serious Harry" Dumbledore said "Come and explain it to me." Harry began walking towards Dumbledore's office but the man's hand stopped him "I think a nice drink would be in order, but in a more secure place then the great hall."
Dumbledore led Harry to the room of requirement and when they entered there was bottles of Butterbeer on a table in the center, and books on prophesies lined the wall. Harry sat down and told the headmaster the story, between gulps of his drink. "Harry, if you don't mind, I think Neville should be included in the DA." "He is, sir." "Good, I thought he might have been but I needed to check." Dumbledore said, his face lightning a bit "I know it will be harder for you and Miss Weasley to...ah be alone, but I also think he should join Advanced Defensive Magic. Do you mind?" "No sir" Harry lied. He minded a lot, he treasured his time before class with Ginny. Uttering a silent curse he continued "I don't mind." "It's understandable if your reluctant Harry but this IS important" Harry wondered how he could see through him. "I realize that sir, and respect it. Good, now you have Quidditch practice tonight so focus on that." Harry nodded and left to head for Care of Magical creatures.
Harry was still worried as he arrived at the Quidditch pitch ½ an hour early. He thought a ride on his Firebolt might cheer him up. He flew around the pitch and he felt his fears, doubts and worries drift away. He saw the other members of the team, and the tryouts arrive and landed. "Hello, I am Harry Potter, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team." Harry said, adreesing the assembled people, his eyes falling on Ginny "You are ALL trying out for chaser?" eight heads nodded "OK then lets begin!" The practice wore on and Ginny, stood out from the rest as did a 3rd year named Alex Hornbee. They need another and decided to think about it for awhile. "Very good everyone!" Harry said bringing practice to a close "We have deside to accept Ginny Weasley and Alex Hornbee."
"What about the third chaser?" asked a nervous 2nd year. "We haven't decided yet, so you will be notified when we decide." As the team headed for the change rooms he noticed that Ginny was not, but heading for him. "Thank you" she said simply, before they melted into a loving kiss. She broke apart to say "It wasn't favoritism was it?" "No, it wasn't Ginny, you were great" Harry replied "Now about that kiss..."
A/N-Is anyone still reading this? Hello...(Echoes loudly and author hangs his head in shame) P.S. Sorry about the name flip-flopping but I can't decide on a title, your help would be appreciated.
Harry, Ginny and Hermione had decided on the candidates for the DA, and were meeting with them on Thursday. Tonight, Tuesday, Harry was holding Quidditch practice. 'It is going to be a busy week' Harry thought. Harry arrived at lunch dreading the double potions with Snape that were to follow. Grabbing a piece of toast and applying lenient amounts of butter to it. Hermionie and Ron sat down beside him, and Harry noticed that Ron's buttons were done up wrong. Harry thought it best not to ask how this had occurred. As Harry was about to tell Ron Professor Trelawney, of all people, strode up to them. "Hello, my dears. I just need to talk to Mr. Potter here for a moment" She said, obviously so excited about something that she forgot to act mysteriously. She walked Harry into the entrance hall, and stopped him. "Harry, I just saw something very mysterious in my tea leafs, it seems that if I come down and talk to you something very important will happen." She looked around expectantly and then continued in a voice that she only used when prophesizing "The Prophesy has been altered and the Dark Lord is at fault, The Prophesies second and it's love must unite with the bearer of that prophesy in order to restore balance" She gave a little cough. "I wonder if the important thing was simply me being there, hmmm. Why haven't you been in my classes lately?" she asked as if nothing at all had happened, and as far as she knew nothing had. "Yes, I have been taking another class..."
"remedial potions I presume" she said. "It's not..." Harry started but she had already swept across the hall and was on the marble stairway. "What's this about remedial potions, Potter?" sneered Malfoy who had just left the great hall. "I am learning to make an intelligence draught so that I can bring your IQ up to that of a Ferret" Harry shot back. He was pleased to see that the Ferret remark had make an impact on Malfoy, who's sneer was gone, and he left quickly. Harry quickly returned to the Gryffindor table and told Ron, Hermione and Ginny about his experience. He hadn't realized that he had never before let Ginny in on a conversation like this. As they bid farewell to Ginny at the Marble staircase they began to talk about Quidditch and Gryffindor's chances this year. "I've met the beaters already and they are very good" said Harry "There is no one else applying for Beater, so the Creavy brothers have the job. As Snape ushered them in he told them that, because the Love Potions needed to sit, they would work on Dream elixirs. The class passed, for the first time in weeks, without incident. When Harry was told to take a sample of his he did so willingly. But once asleep he returned to his room with Voldimort cursing him and Neville and Ginny driving him back. Then I hit him, Professor Trelawney's prophesy! The prophesy had to be the one about him and Voldimort. The second must be Neville, the only other person who could have been in his place, and its love must be Ginny! Who else did he love?
(A/N-Catch all that? It refers to book 5)
Harry woke up and rushed from the dungeon to Snape's yells of disproval. The last thing he heard was Snape yelling "!5 points from Gryffindor!" As Harry raced along the many corridors of Hogwarts he tripped and fell, at the feet of non-other than the man he wanted to see. "Dumbledore!" Harry gasped "The Prophesy, it's been tempered with, by Voldimort." Dumbledore looked concerned as he helped Harry back to his feet. "How do you know this?" he asked. "Trelawney made a prophecy this morning and I just figured it out!" "This is serious Harry" Dumbledore said "Come and explain it to me." Harry began walking towards Dumbledore's office but the man's hand stopped him "I think a nice drink would be in order, but in a more secure place then the great hall."
Dumbledore led Harry to the room of requirement and when they entered there was bottles of Butterbeer on a table in the center, and books on prophesies lined the wall. Harry sat down and told the headmaster the story, between gulps of his drink. "Harry, if you don't mind, I think Neville should be included in the DA." "He is, sir." "Good, I thought he might have been but I needed to check." Dumbledore said, his face lightning a bit "I know it will be harder for you and Miss Weasley to...ah be alone, but I also think he should join Advanced Defensive Magic. Do you mind?" "No sir" Harry lied. He minded a lot, he treasured his time before class with Ginny. Uttering a silent curse he continued "I don't mind." "It's understandable if your reluctant Harry but this IS important" Harry wondered how he could see through him. "I realize that sir, and respect it. Good, now you have Quidditch practice tonight so focus on that." Harry nodded and left to head for Care of Magical creatures.
Harry was still worried as he arrived at the Quidditch pitch ½ an hour early. He thought a ride on his Firebolt might cheer him up. He flew around the pitch and he felt his fears, doubts and worries drift away. He saw the other members of the team, and the tryouts arrive and landed. "Hello, I am Harry Potter, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team." Harry said, adreesing the assembled people, his eyes falling on Ginny "You are ALL trying out for chaser?" eight heads nodded "OK then lets begin!" The practice wore on and Ginny, stood out from the rest as did a 3rd year named Alex Hornbee. They need another and decided to think about it for awhile. "Very good everyone!" Harry said bringing practice to a close "We have deside to accept Ginny Weasley and Alex Hornbee."
"What about the third chaser?" asked a nervous 2nd year. "We haven't decided yet, so you will be notified when we decide." As the team headed for the change rooms he noticed that Ginny was not, but heading for him. "Thank you" she said simply, before they melted into a loving kiss. She broke apart to say "It wasn't favoritism was it?" "No, it wasn't Ginny, you were great" Harry replied "Now about that kiss..."