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.

Hi. I'm debating whether or not to trash this story, seeing how HBP is out. Tell me what you think, ok? Thank you.

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"Harry, wake up. Mate, wake UP. Hey! Harry! WAKE UP!Agh!"

Harry awakened to his best mate's screaming in the early morning the next day. He groaned.

"Whaaaat!"

"Mum told me Dumbledore wants to talk to you, so get your sorry arse UP!"

Harry groggily reached for his glasses, but then realized he didn't have them anymore. Mrs. Weasley had put a spell on his contacts to

always stay in his eyes. Ron, meanwhile, was quickly getting frustrated and hit him upside the head.

"AGH! What the bloody hell was that for!"

Ron shrugged. "For not getting up."

Harry mumbled in agitation, getting up and heading to the shower. Once he had finished, he walked out of the bathroom in a towel, right as Ginny came running out of the adjacent room. She ran smack into him, and landed herself on the floor. Harry laughed and helped her up, quite aware of his nekkedness (that's how i meant to spell it). Ginny turned fire-engine red and sprinted into the bathroom. Harry walked back to his room, got dressed, then headed into the kitchen, where he presumed Dumbledore was waiting.

"Ah, Harry."

The now clothed boy turned to see Dumbledoreb sitting quite contentedly at the kitchen table. He smiled.

"Hello Professor. What'd you need?"

"I wanted to ask you something, Harry."

When he didn't elaborate further, Harry responded.

"Ehm, ask away, sir."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and he laughed. "I was hoping you'd let me train you."

Harry, not expecting this, blinked and took a seat at the table. "Oh. What...kind of training?"

"Dueling, muggle combat, spell creation, endurance, flexibility...different things, in short. It'll continue throughout the school year. I have a very adaquate room in the Headmaster's quarters, but as it is summer, I shall train you in the fourth floor training room."

"...I'd be honored, professor."

"Call me Albus, dear boy."

"...Sure..."

"Would you agree to training...say, every Saturday? At sometime around six o'clock?"

"That'd be alright."

Dumbledore stood. "Very well, Harry. I'll come back Saturday for your first day of training. Farewell, my dear boy." The headmaster headed out of the kitchen to the living room and took the floo, shouting "Hogwarts, Headmaster's office!" and dissapearing with a swish of green flame. Harry walked back to his room, only to see his bed being sat on by Ginny, Ron and Hermione. The latter two were holding hands and every so often stealing looks at the other. Harry cleared his throat and instantly the joined couple sprung apart, with Ginny laughing hysterically. Harry was mesmerized by how beautiful she looked, so heavenly, but quickly dismissed those thoughts. That was Ron's sister!

"So, when did this happen?" Harry asked slyly, leaning up against the door frame. Ron blushed fiercely and Hermione gulped; this only made Ginny laugh harder. Harry's favorite frizzy-haired witch looked down at her feet and started talking, very high pitched and sqeakily, running a mile a minute.

"RonAndIAreGoingOutAndWe'veBeenDoingSoSinceTheDayICameHereButWeDidn'tWantToUpsetYouSoWeKeptItASecretAndWeWereGoingToTellYouEventuallyButIDidn'tWantToUpsetYouSoIToldRonNotToAnd-"

"Upset me!" Harry scoffed, laughing. "It's about bloody time you two got together! You've only been mooning over each other since what, First Year!"

Ron and Hermione were both obviously relieved, but extremely embarassed. "You don't mind then?"Ron asked in a small, meager voice. Harry snorted.

"No! In fact, I'm nervous. Now that you two are dating, people will expect ME to start!"

Ginny looked extremely excited yet depressed for a second, but quickly hid it. Harry saw it and was confused.

"Hey, Ron, who do you think I should date?" Harry asked,laughing.

"Euhm...I dunno, every girl in the Wizarding World would go out with you, mate."

Haary frowned at that. "Nah, most of them just want my vault. I want a girl who wants me."

"Luna'd take you even if you were a Chocolate Frog," Ron chortled. Harry grinned.

"So you reckon I should ask Luna out?"

"If you want to."

"I don't."

"Then don't ask her."

"Alright then."

"Yeah."

"Anyway..."

Ginny came over to Harry and dragged him over to the bed, sat him down and put herself in her original spot, right beside him. Harry was startled when she laid down in his lap, but decided to let her. I wasn't like she was going to do anything, after all. Ron raised his eyebrows.

"Hey, Ginny, what're you doing to poor Harry?"

"Laying down. And Harry hasn't told me I couldn't yet. Besides, I'm not going to do anything nasty."

Harry blushed and squirmed so that Ginny wasn't laying on anything 'valuable,' if you know what I mean. Ginny just laughed.

"What did Dumbledore need, Harry?" Hermione asked, genuinely curious.

"Oh yeah, I'm getting some training from him, in stuff like dueling and spell creation, every Saturday at around six."

"Oh! That's- well, that's wonderful! You must be terribly excited, Dumbledore is an amazing wizard. I'd absoloutely die, I mean, being Dumbledore's trainee, that's amazing!" Hermione ranted. Harry nodded.

"Yeah, it's really wicked, Dumbledore's fantastic. He scared the shit out of Voldemort, I swear, the only time I'd ever seen that was during the Priore Incantatem in the graveyard."

Ron let out a little yelp and Harry felt Ginny shiver, but he and Hermione just rolled their eyes.

"That's extremely childish, Ron, Ginny. Fear of a name only-"

"Only increases fear of the thing itself, we know, Hermione," Ginny sighed. Harry laughed.

Ron looked at Harry with mirth written all over his face. Harry felt the same way.

"Say, how about we go play some Quidditch?" Ron asked. The rest of the evening was spent outside, only toreturn for something to eat. And Harry was extremely glad that the only strange things that had happened that day was constantly spotting the snitch every two seconds.

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