Harry Potter and the Superlative Ability

By Silent Affliction

Disclaimer: All characters and plot lines mentioned in the official Harry Potter series are copyright J.K. Rowling. Copying and/or infringment not intended.

Hey! I know I haven't posted in ten days, but I've been tidying up my plot line and making sure it's going ok. And if you see anything that doesn't sound British, more like American, it's because I'm from America. And I've never been to any place in Europe.

On with my crappy, dumpster-worthy writing!

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July 20th came and the house was filled with Order members, Harry's friends and their pets. Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny were sitting in a circle on Harry's bed and chatting away.

"So, does anyone know who the defense professor is this year?" Harry asked. Hermione's eyes lit up and Harry knew she had an answer.

"Oh, yeah, I heard Professor McGonagall talking to Professor Lupin, it's supposed to be some bloke named Ellius Goff. He's a really reclusive hit-wizard. I'm suprised Dumbledore got him to take the job, no one's seen him in years."

"I hope he's better then that foul old toad. Ugh, what happened to her anyways?" Ron said. Ginny piped up next to him.

"I think Luna said that some giant spider things ate her. But I don't believe it, I mean, no offence, but...Luna most likely believes Voldemort is behind Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, honestly."

Harry cracked up with laughter and smiled at Ginny. She seemed dazed for a bit and just stared at him a while before shaking her head lightly and shrugging her shoulders, seemingly coming out of a trance. Hermione raised an eyebrow at Ginny, but the girl pointedly ignored her. Ron was still laughing.

"I'm starving, let's go eat!" Ron said, causing Hermione to roll her eyes.

"You're always hungry, Ronald Weasley. Really," she said, reluctantly getting up from her Indian-style sitting position and following her three friends out the door.

"Ok, so, who's got the grub?" Ron said, rubbing his hands together in mock-anticipation. Harry laughed.

"Oh, hello dears, hold tight, I'll get some sausages ready," Mrs. Weasley said, but not with her usual fondness. Ever since Harry had snapped at her she'd been a little colder to him, even though he'd apologized many times. You just don't piss Molly Weasley off.

She set Harry's plate down in front of him and he quickly tore into his breakfast. He noticed he had gotten one less sausage than everyone else, but decided to hold his tongue. And then, if you'd believe it, TWO more, plump, juicy sausages appeared on his plate! Harry's eyes widened, and he looked to see if anyone had been watching. He sighed in relief; no one was looking at him right now. How in the bloody hell had that happened!

He decided someone had felt bad for him and gave him more food, and got up from his seat at the table after he'd eaten. He took his plate in his hands and was about to set it down in the sink when it cleaned itself! What is happening to me!

Seeing as how the plate was clean, he put it back in one of the china cabinets and followed his friends upstairs.

It had gone on like that all day, ranging from tying his shoelaces to apparating to and from destinations accidentally. Luckily, he hid it rom his friends, and they hadn't even seen him apparate. He really needed to talk to Dumbledore.

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Yes, it's short, but it's also very important. The awkward things Harry is going through has a lot to do with my story.