Hey all… I know the chapters are short but they are a LOT longer when written out my hand… so sorry!
Thanks to:
Ceris Malfoy: yes.. I know there isn't much of a plot yet… I'm getting to it… its taking me longer than expected.
Lady Jillyan Malfoy-Potter: like I said… it was longer on paper.
Elisandra1: who reviewed twice!! A cookie for you! Once again… I know there isn't a plot yet… I'm working on it.
"Well then, Boy," addressing Harry for the first time. "Eat something quickly and then get up to your room and I don't want to see your face again tonight. Got it?!"
"Yessir," mumbled Harry and started to his room with a sandwich, an apple and a large glass of water. He ate the sandwich on the way up the stairs and down the hall. When he got to his room, he only had the energy to pour some of the water into Hedwig's water dish before collapsing on his bed in exhaustion and sleep overtook him.
DREAM SEQUENCE
Maniacal laughter came from all around Harry as he saw hooded figures standing around the perimeter of the dreaded amphitheatre where the veiled arch stood.
"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" screamed Harry at the faceless figures, taunting him of his godfathers' untimely demise. He screwed his eyes shut and fell to his knees, his scar searing in sudden white hot pain.
Inside his head, he heard the cold, cruel voice of Lord Voldemort as if he was standing right beside him.
"Potter… you can't save them. You and all your little 'friends' are all going to suffer, just like your PRECIOUS Sirius. You are just a stupid little boy who was too weak and foolhardy. Harry Potter… you, and all that you hold dear… will DIE!!!"
END DREAM SEQUENCE
Harry shot up straight in bed, still in the clothes he had worn that day, drenched in a cold sweat. He raised his hand to his scar, which was still prickling from his latest nightmare.
"That is IT! I need that training and I need it NOW!"
tap tap tap
Harry looked up to his window and saw no fewer than 5 owls precariously perched on his window sill. He crossed his room and opened the window, letting the flock of birds in. Two he instantly recognized; his own Hedwig, and the old, feeble owl belonging to the Weasley's, Errol.
Four large owls dropped at least a dozen heavy packages on his bed and instantly took off.
"Those must be the books I asked for," thought Harry. He picked up the note from Errol and carried the elderly bird to Hedwig's cage for a drink and a rest. The note read:
'Hey, Harry
Hope the muggles aren't giving you too much trouble. Just think, in one more year, you can use magic on them without the MoM on your back! Have a good summer and see you in a few weeks. Mum thinks that'll be a good time. And happy birthday if I cant write then. Enjoy your present!
Ron'
Below Ron's untidy scrawl he read Hermione's neat handwriting saying:
'Here are some books, Harry. We got a lot of everything, just like you asked.
Enjoy! Hermione.'
"Alright!" thought Harry. "Something to help with sorting out dear old 'Tommy'." Harry had started calling Voldemort this after finding out at the Ministry how much he really loathed that name.
But before he could dive headfirst into the books, he realized there were two more letters to open, one from Hogwarts and Professor Snape's answer. He opened Prof. Snape's first.
'Mr. Potter:
I appreciate are apologies for "the incident" as you referred it, but I still hold a lot of contempt towards your father. I will try to make an attempt at being more civil towards you, however I make no promises.'
Harry rolled his eyes, thinking, "Some things never change," and continued reading.
'It is good to see that what I have said in the Occlumency lessons have FINALLY penetrated that think skull of yours. Now that I know this, I agree to train you in the coming term. Make no assumptions that I will go easy on you. It will be even harder than any of your advanced classes.
Professor S. Snape
P.S. Make sure you keep up in my potions class this year. I believe Miss Granger sent you some books to help you.'
"What?!" thought Harry. "Prof. McGonagall said he didn't accept anyone with a grade lower than 'O' in their O.W.L.s!"
He ripped open the remaining letter and pulled out the paper.
'Dear Mr. Potter:
Enclosed are the results of your Ordinary Wizarding Level examinations and the N.E.W.T. level courses you can take.
Subject Written Practical Overall
Herbology O E O
Transfiguration E E E
Astronomy OA E
H.o.M. A - A
Divination A A A
CoMC OO O
DADA O O O
Potions O O O
Charms O E O
Highest DADA marks in more than 150 years. CONGRATULATIONS!
Mr. Potter, you are admitted into the following N.E.W.T. courses:
Herbology, Transfiguration, Astronomy, CoMC, DADA, Potions, and Charms.
Please select at least 5 classes to take for your N.E.W.T.s.
Congratulations on your DADA marks once again.
Prof. M. McGonagall'
"WOW! I actually made it into the potions class. So… I'll take potions, transfiguration, DADA obviously, charms and herbology. I wish I could take CoMC, but I can't stay close to Hagrid… Damn you, Tom!"
Harry pinned his O.W.L. results to the wall by his bed and admired them… Then he remembered his new books.
Sorry for the cliffie… hee hee… I'll write again as soon as I can… damn exams… and i do realize that my characters are getting a little OOC... but its a fic... i'm allowed! lol...... and i kno im exagerating with the grades.. .but meh... w/e
À bientôt!