Profuse apologies, first of all. (If u don't know what 'profuse' means, get a dictionary! And use it!) Another chapter presented by mind of Aayu10 for you'll!

P ls Don't Mistake Me for J.K Rowling. The only thing we have in common is the gender and wacky imaginations (MAYBE...)

"Hermione, could you tell me something, anything about being able to talk to animals? " Harry whispered. Third year Potions was getting more and more complex. Harry was able to get by with Hermione's help. Hermione was holidaying in Greece when Harry had contacted her during the hols, so here he was, talking about talking to animals when they were supposed to make Cheering Potions.

"Why do you want to know?" Hermione asked.

"I-um-my friend can hear animals talking in his head," replied Harry, wanting to hide his little problem. And what that dog had said... that was a whole different ball game altogether.

"I'll tell you later. Snape looks ready to kill us!" Hermione whispered back urgently, aware of the fact that Snape's eyes-and those of the entire class-were on them. Hermione felt the piercing gaze of Draco's icy-blue eyes, most of all. Strangely, the only emotion she saw in them was pity-not the hate which Draco usually reserved for all Muggle-borns.

"Ten points from Gryffindor! " Snape shouted, "May I know, Mr. Potter and Miss Granger, what is of such utter importance, that this Potions class is ignored?"The Slytherins snickered.

"We were discussing the properties of Mandrake, sir."

"Good, good. Do me a favour and tell me about them."

"When fully grown, they can be used to revive a Petrified person or animal," Harry said, remembering his Herbology lessons.

"Hmm... I'll have to admit that they are correct. Now kindly steer your attentions back to the Cheering Potions we are making, thank you very much."

The class ended, everyone feeling abnormally cheerful. Hermione beckoned Harry into the library. She lovingly fingered the spine of each book until she found one with a strange emblem, a person surrounded by many animals. It was covered in red leather, an odd colour.

"Here," said Hermione, placing the book in front of harry. A cloud of dust arose from the book. Harry went into a spasm of coughing. "I had borrowed it for a little light reading." Harry struggled to form a coherent sentence after this confession.

"You call that," he began, incredulously, pointing to the book with a trembling finger, "light reading? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Just read it," Hermione answered tiredly.

It was all about these people called 'Beastmasters' who were one with nature, the witch doctors, shamans and the ancestors of wizards. During the witch hunt in the 13th century, a group of them went into hiding. When everything settled down, Pevrell Potter, his ancestor, emerged from the ashes, so to speak. From then on, this ability to talk to animals has been passed on from generation to generation. A prophecy was written at the end of the book, 'The power within every Living Being can be harnessed by every first- born Potter, son or daughter who is a wizard. Their power will come into existence on their 10th Birthday. They will, and must, use their powers for good, and only good.' "I swear to use my powers for good and only good!" he whispered fiercely.

Blue-green light covered him from head to foot. It melded into his skin. He felt a burn upon his forearm. Rolling up his sleeve, he found a tattoo, done in blues and greens, upon that spot. It was the same emblem on the book, a man with animals around him. But, the man looked suspiciously like him-those emerald-green eyes, so like his, that scar upon his forehead, those round glasses. The only difference was that this man looked more mature and grown up. The book, which was being ignored as he examined his tattoo, began to flip by itself, drawing Harry's attention back to it. It stopped when it reached a family tree. There was a blinding flash of light. When he looked back, his name, below his father's was embossed in the family tree.

"What just happened?" began Hermione, who had been conversing with Mrs. Prince.

"I can talk to animals," whispered Harry, "Guard this secret with your life. If anyone knows, I'll be dead!"

He suddenly rose, shushing Hermione, who was about to speak. "Hey, Argant! Which book are we having today?" "That one: The old Jane Eyre. It's like wine- older is better." "Silver flies!"Whispered Harry. 'Time to spoil their feast!' he thought.

"All you silver flies! I am the new Beastmaster, and I command you'll to leave!" Spoke Harry, in a high, musical but gravelly lingo. Every silver fly that had ever laid siege to the Hogwarts library emerged from the shelves, and in an orderly line, exited. "Cool!" squealed Hermione.

"By the way, thanks for giving the book." They exited the library after the silver flies.

Everyone stopped what they were doing to gawp at this spectacle. Ron, Fred and George joined them.

"Where were you'll?" Ron asked.

"In the library, studying," Hermione replied.

"You see that?" Fred exclaimed, pointing to the line of the silver flies that was moving towards the giant squid's pond. "That's-"

"That's some sick magic! I would love to meet the person who did this. Shake him/her by the hand, I would! We could use someone like that!" George said, even before Fred could complete his sentence.

"I really wish I knew who it was," Ron added wistfully. Harry and Hermione just smiled and shared a wink.

"You'll ace 'Care of Magical Creatures', you know that, Harry," said Hermione, when they reached the common room. Sir Carter was now guarding the doorway, as the Fat Lady was away, having fun with her friends. "Password," he asked. "Codswallop," George said, remembering the password given to them. "Wrong!"

Harry whinnied under his breath, trying to catch the attention of Sir Carter's horse. "Huh? Waddya want?" the horse neighed.

"Tell me the password."

"Sherbet Wizzpoppers."

"Thanks a lot."

"Don't mention it."

Harry said what the horse told him. They were let in.

"Harry, how did you know what it was?" George exclaimed, surprised."None of us knew it."

Harry just smiled mysteriously. Oh, if only George came to know.

Hey! How are you'll? Please don't beat me for updating really late! But for your wait, I have a reward, a kinda long chapter. Pls review and tell people about it!

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