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CHAPTER 16

Early Thursday morning Harry awoke to a loud pecking sound coming from the window next to his bed, and with a tired groan he removed his covers and slowly stood. His arms were still aching from the night before due to his second detention with Snape. He had been scrubbing very large cauldrons by hand with a wire scrubbing pad for the past two nights. And he had a feeling he would be doing the same thing for the remainder of his detentions.

Rubbing his arms to get the ache from them he went to the window to let the dark brown owl into the room, and checked the letter tied to its leg to find that it was for him. He had a feeling it was from either Mr. Ollivander, or Mrs. Weasley, who he had sent a letter apologizing profusely for what he had done, and letting her know that he had removed the oath that he had made. And judging by the seal of wax on the outside of it of two wands crossed, he assumed it was from Mr. Ollivander, so he opened it and sat on his bed to read.

Dear Mr. Potter,

I am writing to inform you that I would be happy to repair or recreate the wand that you told me about being broken. As well as fitting a new wand for your friend.

I am available Saturday at three o'clock PM. If that is agreeable then I will see you then, if not please owl me back with a time that would be good for you and your companion. I look forward to seeing you both.

Sincerely,

Orion Ollivander

Harry grinned as he re-read the letter. Now he just had to talk with Daphne and make sure that Saturday would be a good time for her. Harry folded the letter and put in on his nightstand as he grabbed some clothes and started for the restroom to get ready for the day

Nearly fifteen minutes later, after his morning shower and whatnot he quickly stopped time to let any anger he may have built up fade, 'something that he and Ginny had decided they should do every morning' He then returned time to normal and exited the restroom and threw his dirty night clothes into the bin that the house elves had for dirty laundry. He quickly shook Ron awake before grabbing the letter from Ollivander and his books he needed for the day, headed down to the common room to see if the girls were there while he waited for Ron to get ready.

When he arrived in the common room he saw both Ginny and Hermione sitting on a small sofa in front of the fire and talking, and he headed in their direction.

"Good morning, Hermione, Ginny. Sleep well?" Harry asked as he attempted to fit himself between the edge of the small sofa and Ginny.

Ginny gave him a slight glare as she moved closer to Hermione to make some more room.

"You know, there are plenty of other sofas and chairs to sit on!" Ginny said as she gave him a light shove.

Harry gave her a small smile. "True." He admitted. "But then I would not be able to be this close to a beautiful lady, would I?" He finished with a grin.

Instantly Ginny flushed red and ducked her head down.

Harry slung his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. "Now there's the Gin-Gin I remember, all blushes and stutters" Harry reached down and pulled her face up and pinched her cheek lightly. "Your just so cute when you do that." He teased her.

"Prat!" Ginny grunted as she shoved his arm off her shoulder. "And don't call me that!" she hissed as she lightly punched him on the shoulder.

Harry just flung his arm around her again.

"Ahh, come on Gin-Gin. You know you love me." And almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth she blushed to the roots of her hair again. "See." Harry insisted to Hermione, who was watching them with curiousness and amusement. "She just can't stop blushing at my dashing good looks, can you Gin-Gin?"

Ginny again brushed his hand off of her shoulder and stood from the chair, still blushing like mad. She was reminded of their time in Diagonal Alley. They had teased each other a lot while they were there. Well, more like he had teased her. It was his way of trying to get her to open up to him more. And it had worked! The other thing, is that it was all they really had to do other than train, but he had not done this for the past couple of days that they had been together, and she was wondering what got him in such a playful mood.

"Okay, what has gotten in to you?" Ginny demanded.

"I would like to know the same thing." Hermione stated from next to Harry, looking at him intently. "Did Malfoy hit you with a curse we don't know about?" She asked worriedly.

"No." Harry said indignantly. "Can't I joke around every now and again? Jeez."

"Well, you're not normally like this." Hermione admonished. "You're not acting like yourself at all. And making fun of Ginny's crush on you is not funny!"

"I'm not making fun of Ginny's crush on me. Besides she knows I have a bit of a crush on her as well. We were just playing around; we do it all the time." Harry told Hermione.

"All the time?" Hermione glared at Harry. "You've barely spoken to each other. There is no way you could have had that much time to get to know her!"

"We talked a lot at the end of last year, and Harry wrote lots over the summer." Ginny quickly intervened.

"Yeah. We wrote lots." Harry added.

"When?" Another voice joined their conversation. "Hedwig was almost always in Ginny's room or out flying around. I never saw her giving any letters."

Harry turned to Ron and groaned. He could not have chosen a worse time to come down.

"Just because you didn't see her delivering the messages doesn't mean she didn't." Ginny insisted.

"Maybe." Ron conceded. "Whatever, I'm hungry, let's go eat."

Harry could not have been happier for Ron's empty stomach. "Sounds good, I'm starved." He quickly agreed.

"That does sound good." Ginny agreed as well, and followed Harry and Ron out of the portrait hole.

Hermione just glared at Harry and Ginny as she followed them. She knew they were up to something, and she would find out what!

The rest of the morning went fairly quietly, he had spoken with Daphne quickly before their first class and informed her of the letter he received from the wand maker. And he was happy to find that she was very agreeable with the date and time. The hardest part was going to be getting out of Hogwarts. And they both agreed that it would be best to talk to the headmaster and see if he would allow them to go to Mr. Ollivander.

Harry was not sure what the Headmaster would think of Harry breaking her wand. Especially after what had happened on his first day back, but he hopped that he would think he was trying to be a better person, as he did not need the Headmaster thinking he was going evil. All that would do is bring even more attention to him than he already had, and that was the last thing he needed right now.

Just as Harry, Ron and Hermione entered the potions classroom the bell rang and the three quickly sat down. Then about twenty seconds later Draco Malfoy walked into the classroom, holding his right hand as if he had injured it somehow.

"Are you alright Draco?" Pansy Parkinson asked in a light purr.

"Still hurts a bit." Draco said with a brave sort of grimace.

"Oh, you poor thing." Pansy cooed at him.

"Alright, settle down." Professor Snape said idly. "We will be making a shrinking solution today. Directions are on the board, begin." and with that he stalked to his desk and sat down.

Somehow he and Ron got stuck being at the same table as Malfoy, and Harry wanted to stab the little blighter in his hand to make it so he was really injured when he faked a wince and started cradling his hand to his chest.

"Sir." Malfoy called. "Sir, I need help cutting my roots sir, because of my hand."

Snape looked up from his desk and sneered at Harry.

"Seeming as it is your fault he is like this Mister Potter. You will be taking care of any needs Mister Malfoy has until such a time that he is able to perform them for himself." He paused for a second then he stood and slowly came to his table, and stood in front of Harry, still sneering at him. "For all of his classes." he added.

Harry stared back at Snape, full of hatred, but he held his temper in check and said calmly.

"Of course sir. If you could just provide me with a letter from Madam Pomfrey stating that he is unable to use his hand, then I would be glad to."

Snape's sneer turned into a glare and he nearly hissed at Harry in fury.

"You will do as your told boy! Twenty five points from Gryffindor."

Harry glared right back at Snape.

"You know, I think I hurt my hand as well. When Malfoy lunged at me he must have done more damage than I thought. I think somebody will have to cut my roots as well."

Snape was nearly bursting at his temple by this point as he glared hard at Harry, eyes full of hatred. Then he sneered at him again.

"Twenty more points from Gryffindor for your cheek, and thirty more for lying to a Professor, and forty more for not doing as a Professor told you to."

Nearly every Gryffindor in the room had gasp at all the points being taken, and some, like Hermione were nearly in tears. Harry's eyes were burning a hole in Snape by this point, and then he felt Snape try and slip into his mind.

Anger spiked in Harry as he forcefully pushed him out of his mind, And Snape stumbled back a step.

"You forgot fifty points for me calling you a no good slimy prick who has to attack people younger than him because he's too scared to pick on someone his own age!" Harry hissed.

"OUT!" Snape roared at Harry. "GET OUT OF MY CLASS!"

"Gladly!" Harry hissed as he grabbed his belongings and left without another word.