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I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I'd be relaxing at the Bahamas with a pina-colada in my hand.
Harry Potter is seventeen-years-old. He's on the verge of winning The Second War against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Something pulls him from his world into the next. And all hell breaks loose.
Harry yawned. He stretched his arms and shifted in his bed. Someone was beside him. It was Ginny Weasley, his girlfriend. Ginny Weasley was a sassy, beautiful red-head. She was also the sister to his best-friend, Ron Weasley.
That wasn't awkward at all.
Still, Harry and Ginny didn't let that little bit of discomfort affect their relationship. She was a great girl.
Harry didn't think that she had any complaints either.
"Harry," said Ginny softly to herself. She was still asleep. Harry looked at Ginny's still, sleeping form and smiled. She was beautiful.
"Ginny, luv, I'm going to head down to breakfast," said Harry to Ginny quietly into her ear.
Ginny murmured something and turned over. Harry grinned. He leaned over to kiss her. Then, he pulled away to go shower.
Harry walked down the stairs of the Gryffindor Common Room around twenty-minutes later. There were a few people in the maroon-and-gold-covered common room. Harry was not surprised to see Ron and Hermione waiting for him there among his classmates. They sat on the maroon couch by the fireplace. Ron lounged lazily and Hermione sat-up with her legs tangled together beneath her.
Harry wasn't too surprised to see his two best-friends. Sometimes it seemed like the three of them had linked minds. Ron and Hermione would turn up at the oddest times and in the strangest places right when Harry needed them.
"Morning," said Harry to Ron and Hermione.
Ron grinned.
Hermione smiled. "Good morning, Harry," said Hermione. "Where's Ginny?"
Harry shrugged. "She likes to lay-in," said Harry.
"Let's head-off to breakfast then," said Ron. "I'm starving. I could eat an obese-sized hippogriff."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "What else is new?" she said.
The three Gryffindors made their way to The Great Hall in bright spirits. They ate their breakfast jovially. Mid-way through breakfast Hermione proposed a quick meeting in the Room-of-Requirement. Hermione insisted that the three of them needed to review the spells that would be introduced next week to the rest of the covert group named Dumbledore's Army. Dumbledore's Army was Harry, Hermione and Ron's idea.
Harry was in-charge of the group. He was the one who typically led each meeting. The group was an invitation-only meeting that met at odd times throughout the week. They practiced and perfected offensive and defensive spells that weren't taught to the students.
Everyone in Dumbledore's Army knew that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had risen. They knew that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was making his move.
They knew that they needed to get stronger physically and magically. They needed to be warriors, soldiers and leaders to the rest of Hogwarts.
When breakfast was over Harry, Ron and Hermione walked along the corridors of Hogwarts. They took a circuitous route to The Room of Requirement just in case someone overheard them and decided to follow the three Gryffindors.
After sometime they reached the entrance to the Room of Requirement.
"It's my turn to open it," said Ron with a grin. The three of them enjoyed walking back-and-forth along the blank spot of stonewall that changed into the door for The Room of Requirement.
"Oh, all right, fine," said Hermione. She rolled her eyes. "Just make it quick."
"Right-o," said Ron.
Moments later, the door to The Room of Requirement appeared.
"Ready?" asked Harry.
Hermione and Ron nodded.
Harry moved to open the door. He paused right before he turned the nob.
"What is it?" asked Hermione.
"It's funny," said Harry. "I just get this feeling that the best thing to do right now would be to turn around and head back to bed."
"Really?" said Hermione.
Harry glanced at Hermione; then, at Ron.
"Weird," said Ron. He shrugged.
"Yeah," said Harry. He made to turn the doorknob. "Weird."
Harry opened the Door and walked through.