Harry Potter and the Dark Lord
Chapter 51 New Years
Summary: Set in Harry's sixth year. He encounters far more than he ever could have expected, but he does not have to go through it alone. An old friend returns to help him. Harry's defeat of Voldemort rests on him getting The Scepter of Light and Dark, something that would allow Voldemort to destroy the world if he can get the whole thing. Voldemort's powers are getting stronger and Harry has more than one encounter with him.
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This Chapter: A New Years' party
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Thank Merlin for the Weasley twins, Harry thought to himself as he opened the newest box full of jokes they had given him. Now was the perfect time to use some of them. He collected a small pile of Weasleys Wild-Fire Whizbangs and headed back downstairs.
Halfway down the stairs, he stopped and sat down. He lit the Whizbangs and sent them into the crowd. The assortment of flaming objects flew throughout the room, adding to the chaos. He waited a few moments, then headed into the crowd. There was mostly Order members there, all of them looking like they were extremely drunk. Sirius came bounding up to him carrying several bottles.
"Now that you're sixteen, it's time for you're first New Years party." said Sirius, pressing one of the bottles into Harry's hands.
"Hmmm….gotta go find Hermione….maybe getting drunk will get her to lighten up." mumbled Sirius as he walked unsteadily away.
Harry now realized what was happening. Sirius and Remus had planned a New Years party and Sirius was planning to get the four of them drunk.
He wondered if Remus knew what Sirius was planning. At that instant, he caught sight of the werewolf staggering around, obviously drunk.
Either he didn't know, or was too drunk to care. The Marauders had probably been drinking before they'd been sixteen anyways. If even Remus was drunk, then Harry supposed it would be all right to drink too. He turned his attention back to the bottle in his hands. It was a bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhiskey. Thinking there couldn't be any harm in trying it, he opened the bottle and had a sip of the smoking liquid.
The liquid burned his throat slightly, but surprisingly, Harry found he liked the taste. He began to drink more of it. Soon, he had downed half the bottle and was starting to feel tipsy. He caught sight of Ginny across the room and staggered over to her.
"Hey Ginny." he said, then giggled for no reason.
"Here Harry. Try somma this." said Ginny, handing him a bottled of something.
He tried to read the label, but the words were blurry and he soon stopped trying to read it because it was giving him a headache. He raised the bottle to his lips and drank from it. Wow, he thought. This was even better than the Firewhiskey. He handed Ginny the bottle of Firewhiskey, who drank some of it then began giggling.
"What're you looking at, Gin?" asked Harry.
She pointed to something behind Harry, who spun around quickly, losing his balance but catching himself before he fell to the ground. He spotted what Ginny was laughing at and began laughing hysterically himself. Ron was on top of a table, dancing with an extremely drunk Hermione. As he watched, Ron leaned in to kiss Hermione and they both fell off the table, landing with a thud on a large armchair.
Harry laughed and began to drink more of whatever Ginny had given him. The room began to spin slightly as Harry looked around to see if there was anyone there he recognized. Most of the Order members he had met the summer before his fifth year were there, luckily not Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. He doubted they wanted the four of them to get drunk.
"Okay everyone, grab a partner for the midnight kiss." came someone's magically altered voice. He felt someone grab his arm and spin him around. He swayed on his feet as he looked to see who had a hold of him.
"C'mon Harry. Time for my midnight kiss." said Ginny, pushing him backwards onto a couch. Only they were on the wrong side of the couch and Harry found himself in a very awkward position. The people in the room began to count down.
"Three….two….one!" Harry suddenly felt Ginny's lips on his and returned the kiss. She tasted slightly like Firewhiskey. Finally, they came up for air.
"Got to go find Hermione." said Ginny distractedly as she wandered off, leaving Harry speechless. He felt himself sliding backwards down onto the couch and then off of it onto the floor. His head hit the floor and he began to see stars. Dark spots clouded his vision and he succumbed to them.
Harry awoke the next morning feeling strange. He was lying upside down halfway on a couch and all his blood was rushing to his head. He flipped over off the couch and found himself face down on the floor. He soon realized he had a splitting headache which hadn't been helped by flipping onto the floor.
Harry sat up slowly and looked around the room, which was a disaster area, filled with sleeping witches and wizards lying in awkward positions and covered in trash. What exactly had happened last night? He couldn't remember much. Firewhiskey, yes, there had been Firewhiskey….and Ginny. Ginny kissing him. Ron and Hermione. What had they been doing? He thoughts were disturbed by someone talking loudly. Too loudly, in fact.
"Your first New Years party. James would have been proud." said the person. Harry looked up, squinting in the bright light.
"Sirius, keep it down." mumbled Harry.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Here, take this." said Sirius, handing Harry a vial of something dark blue.
"It'll help. Hermione needed two." Sirius started laughing hysterically. Harry drank the contents of the vial and instantly felt better.
"What exactly happened last night?" asked Harry.
"Your first New Years party." said Sirius. "Did you see Hermione?"
"Yeah, what did you give her?" asked Harry.
"Let's see. Firewhiskey, some of Madam Rosemerta's mulled mead, I don't remember what else. She had a lot more than you did, though." said Sirius.
"Gotta go round up the rest of the survivors." Sirius turned around to look for other people, but quickly spun around.
"You wont tell Mrs. Weasley about this, will you?" asked Sirius. Harry laughed at the expression on his face.
"'Course not. Mrs. Weasley would kill us all."
Harry began to feel tired. He wondered what exactly had been in that vial. He leaned against the couch and closed his eyes. He slowly drifted off to sleep.
Sirius's POV
Sirius watched Harry fall asleep. He wasn't too sure about what he had done, but Dumbledore had told him to, so he did it. Dumbledore had thought it best to give Harry a Hangover Draught mixed with Dreamless Sleep potion after he had told him about the party.Harry would be tired from being up half the night drinking and would need the Dreamless Sleep potion.
He hadn't tried to discourage the party and his plan to get Harry and his friends drunk, but instead had allowed Sirius to go on with his plans. Harry deserved a night of fun. Sirius turned away from Harry and began to attend to the rest of his guests.
He found Ron sprawled out behind a chair and woke him up, then handed him a vial of Hangover Draught. He stopped his search for sleeping guests when he heard someone talking.
"Malfoy." It was Harry.
"Harry, wake up." said Sirius, shaking Harry's shoulders.
"Huh?" asked Harry.
"You were talking in your sleep." said Sirius.
"I was? I don't remember." said Harry, reaching up and running his fingers through his hair. Sirius suppressed a grin when he saw Harry do that. At that second he had looked almost like a carbon-copy of James. Wait a minute, Harry had been talking in his sleep again. Did that mean he had been dreaming?
"Harry were you having a dream?" asked Sirius.
"I don't know. I might have been." replied Harry. Sirius frowned. If Harry had been dreaming, then that meant the Dreamless Sleep potion wasn't working.
Did that mean that Voldemort was getting stronger? Sirius shuddered at the thought. He had to talk to Dumbledore. Who knew what would happen now that the potion wasn't warding off the dreams. He hastily excused himself from the room, leaving behind a very confused Harry.
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