After Explaining to Ron, Hermione and Ginny about the lollies they were silent for a while. Nobody really knew what to say. Finally Ginny cleared her throat slightly then said.
"Harry, I know you wont want to talk about this, but I'll-We'll try and get it over quickly." Ginny looked threateningly at the others.
"Well, Harry," Hermione put in. "Dumbledore found Sirius's last will and testament. Turns out that he left everything to you."
Harry looked away. His eyes shadowed over, as he thought about the closest thing he ever had to a parent and how he was never going to see him again. He had spent many days in the summer lying on his bed trying to come to terms with that. Hard as he tried, he could not accept it, and ended up weeping into his pillow. He could not accept that he now had no one that could come close to a parent in his life, that he was truly alone in the world that the only one who was ever able to understand his feeling was now….
"Harry I know this is hard for you but-"Ginny was cut short by a look Harry gave her.
"I never want to see that prison, or that elf or anything to do with it again!" He practically yelled. Everyone went completely silent.
"Harry, you don't," Hermione said nervously. "Dumbledore, just needs you to tell him that he can be the Secret Keeper."
"Fine, I don't care." Harry said looking out the window again.
"Well, as soon as we get to the Burrow, you can tell him yourself."
"What's he doing at your house?" Harry asked Ron
"Well, since the house has been handed down to you, he hasn't been sure whether he could get back in. With all the charms and spells and stuff, it was more likely that he would be blown to smithereens. So as soon as h gets your permission he, and the rest of the Order can move back in." Harry looked sharply at him. "Not us of course," He added quickly. "You know, seeing as how we aren't actually in the Order yet. We'll be having fun at the Burrow. I bet your dying to try out your Firebolt?" He put in, obviously trying to change the subject. But Harry realised a flaw.
"What about the fact that I'm not a Black?" he said looking at all of them. "How do we know that they don't have some spell that doesn't allow anyone but a Black to inherit the house?"
"Don't worry about that. Sirius had told Dumbledore that he had it all sorted out ages before he…" Hermione stopped herself. She looked awkwardly at the rest of the group for help.
They spent the rest of the way chatting about Quidditch. Harry didn't join in with the conversation and no one pressured him about it. Harry assumed that they realised it wouldn't have been much good either. He was absorbed inside his own thoughts. He felt lost in the world. No parents, nobody he could really talk to, and an enemy trying to find and kill him. He knew now that he had no choice but to either kill Lord Voldemort or be killed himself. In a small way, it was a relief to at least know, what was ahead of him. Now he knew where his situation stood, he could plan it all out from there.
When they arrived at the Burrow, Mrs Weasley rushed them into the house straight away. Harry knew that he wasn't able to have the same amount of protection the Dursley's house gave him. This meant that he was in more danger while he was enjoying himself, so he would have to be extra alert.
As soon as they were inside, Mrs Weasley set about cooking lunch for them, after a short farewell, Moody, Tonks, and Shacklebolt departed.
"Come on Harry," Hermione said. "Lets take your stuff up to Ron's room."
"Yeah, Lets go." Harry agreed. He started trying to lift them, but the twins used their wands to carry them up instead. On the way up, the twins discussed their latest inventions, while Harry, Ron and Hermione talked about their OWLS.
"Do you know when we'll be getting the results?" Harry asked.
"Fred and George got them around this time, when they were in our year," Answered Ron. "So they will probably come in the next few day."
"We all know what Hermione will be getting." Harry said smiling. "O, O, O, O, with the faintest chance of getting an E."
Hermione blushed furiously. "That's not true. I doubt I will get very many O." Harry and Ron exchanged looks.
"SO, what will we give up, then Harry?" Ron asked. "I was thinking Divination, Potions-"
"Ron, I thought you wanted to be an Auror." Hermione said.
"Yeah so?"
Hermione sighed exasperatingly. "Well of course, you need to take potions to be able to be an Auror."
Ron looked gloomy. "Well it isn't as if I will pass. You know I can't do potions."
Dinner that evening was an exciting affair. Harry was listening very intently to the conversations taking place, trying to catch up on all the stuff he'd missed out on.
There was much excitement the next morning, and Hermione was practically shaking with nerves.
"What going on?" Harry asked groggily. He had only just woken up.
"We-We-We're-" hermione sounded very much like professor Quirell. "They-they've arrived."
Sighing, Harry gave up on Hermione, and went to Ron, who was very white indeed. "What's happened, what going on?"
"The OWL results. There on the table. We decided to wait until you were up till we opened them."
Harry felt his heat beat increase. So this was it. He walked over to the table and took the Parchment. Handing them out to Ron and Hermione he looked at his own.So, shall we then?" he asked. They all looked at each other, then looked at the parchment.
"For god's sake, just open the damm letters will you?" called Fred
"There just a piece of parchment." Added George. Harry opened the letter, and read his results.
Astronomy-
A
Care of magical creatures-
O
Defense against the Dark Arts-
O
Divination-
D
Herbology-
E
Charms-
E
History of magic-
D
Potions-
E
Transfiguration-
E
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