My life - An adventure
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter works belong to J.K. Rowling.
AN: This story is an idea I got from "Harry Potter and the Memories of Old" by Snowy123. Some of spells are from the story "Harry Potter and the Unlocked Knowledge" by kmfrank.
Chapter 05
I arrive at the platform around 10:30 under a glamour. As I wait for the Weasleys to arrive, I spy someone familiar walk by wearing clothes well past their prime. I stare at him until he gets into the train. I rack my memories but with no luck.
The Weasleys and Hermione arrive with 10 minutes to spare. I remove my glamour just when a couple of first year boys pass me. They see me and shout "Harry Potter."
Goddamn it. I turn around to face them when the platform falls into silence. It seems most of them heard the high-pitched shout. And then begins the mayhem. They surround me. There is no escape. Mr. Weasley tries to reach me through the crowd.
They touch me, pull me, and push me. Some ask for an autograph and some for a kiss. I swear someone even tried to pull my pants down. This is it. I need to get out.
I take out my wand and fire a mild wide area banisher pushing the crowd in front of me a few feet back. I repeat the process until everyone is clear of me. I magnify my voice to get everyone's attention.
"Listen, the next person to touch me will end up on their back, stunned. If you are a student, you will see me at school. If you are not, then you can see me at the stadium or during a match."
The train blows its final whistle shocking everyone to move and get on the train. Mr. Weasley, Arthur, quickly pulls me to the side and explains all about how Sirius Black is supposed to be after me. I ask him why and I get some rubbish that he wants to kill me and bring his master back. I tell him not to worry and that I will be careful.
I get in as the train starts to move and we look for a compartment. Ron finds one with the familiar guy sleeping in it. As we enter the compartment, Ron scowls at Ginny who enters after me.
"Go away, Ginny."
Ginny takes out her wand and threatens Ron. "If you ever again tell me what to do Ronald, I'll curse your mouth off. Is that clear?"
Ron nods dumbly. She turns around and walks away with dignity.
I smile at her back. You got to love that spirit of hers.
Hermione slaps Ron on his hand as we settle into the compartment.
"Ow… What was that for?"
"You can be such an insensitive prat."
"What! I want her to find her own friends."
I pitch in. "That is it Ron. I don't think she made any last year."
"Let her make her own. How else will she fit in?"
For some reason I don't think Ginny and for that matter I can really fit in with the students. All those memories… Good and bad make a difference. They gave me confidence and brought out my sense of adventure. They thought me about life and how fragile it is. How one person's anger can make him into a monster.
I sit down with my two friends as they bicker with each other. I glance at the man sitting beside me and wonder again about who he is. Ron voices my question, when Hermione points out the answer.
"Remus Lupin."
I remember now. A werewolf. One of Pettigrew's friends. One of my dad's friends. First Sirius and now Remus. It seems the old crowd is coming back from the woodworks.
"How do you know that?" asks Ron.
She points to the luggage, which has his name on it.
I murmur more to myself. "Must be the new defense professor."
Ron nods. "Hope he is better than the others we had."
Hermione narrows her eyes at me. "Now Harry, can you tell us how you could perform magic out of school? I saw you remove a glamour yesterday and the banisher today. Both are NEWT level."
"Yeah, mate. That was cool."
I smile. "I can do magic because I have a permit until the world cup ends or England disqualifies." As they open their mouth… I interrupt them.
"But. The other reason I can do magic is, the ministry cannot track underage magic. They only track it based on the area where an underaged student is living with muggles."
Hermione frowns at that. "Are you saying that students living in wizarding houses can perform magic?"
I nod to her. "That's so unfair."
Ron adds his own thoughts. "How come no one ever told us… I could have used it for so many chores."
I smile at the both of them as Hermione chews Ron to bits for not thinking of learning magic if he could. I open my trunk and pull out the soverniers I bought for them. I told them I bought them in Luxemburg, not in Venice. They thank me and Hermione absorbs herself in the book and Ron in the Omnicular displaying the match. I sort some my memories of Remus and how I'm going to deal with him.
I step out of the compartment in search of Ginny. I find her sitting with a blonde haired glassy eyed girl. I knock on the door and step inside. I sit beside Ginny who raises an eyebrow at me. I glance at the blonde to see her staring at me.
"You are Harry Potter."
"You must be mistaken. I'm Rupert Thebarmy third."
She smiles. "Pleased to meet to you Rupert. You don't have any nargles infesting you. You had them last year."
"Most fortunate for me. And who might you be?"
Ginny answers for me. "This is Luna Lovegood, Harry. She's a Ravenclaw in my year."
"Luna Lovegood, my pleasure." She gives me a dreamy smile and goes back to reading her magazine, a Quibber, upside down.
I turn to Ginny and give her the bracelet. "I bought this for you during summer as a sovernier."
She observes it for a while and then performs a diagnostics on it.
"Don't worry I checked it for curses."
She puts it on and thanks me. We eye each other. "What you did for your family, giving them your share, was a very decent thing to do."
She shrugs. "I was never concerned for the money. And I don't really deserve it."
I didn't argue with her knowing I wouldn't win. I get up to leave when I stop to make a comment. "I know what happened with the diary. I know what it was, what it did to you and what you got from it."
She looks shocked at me. "If you need help sorting it out, you know where to find me."
I turn to see Luna engrossed in her magazine, or so it seems. "See you later, Luna."
"Goodbye Rupert."
I close the door chuckling to myself.
I go back to my compartment and we enjoy a nice snack from the trolley. Draco comes by for a visit as usual.
"What do we have here, a scarhead, a weasel and a mudblood."
Ron gets up hotly with his wand raised. I put a hand up and stop him.
"Draco, you really need to come up with different insults. It's not very purebloodish to use the same insults on us second class citizens."
He looks confused. "What?"
"Nothing monkey brain. How's your death eating daddy?"
A pink tinge appears on his cheeks. "What do you say?"
"Which part? The part where I called you dog breath or your dad a incompetent assole? I ask him sincerely.
He takes out his wand ready to curse me. But seeing my malicious smile and the wand twirling in my hand, he hesitates.
Hermione jumps in at that moment. "You don't want to start a fight with in front of a professor, do you?" She points to Remus.
Malfoy puts his wand back and leaves the compartment in a huff.
Ron bursts out laughing. "That was awesome, Harry. Dog breath…"
Hermione's lips twitch as well. "You are different this year, Harry."
I shrug. "I feel confident. It makes all the difference in the world I guess. So how's the book?"
"It's fascinating. It talks about the different charms used in day to day maintenance of a house."
"Thought you would like it. You can compare the wizarding way to the muggle way."
She nods. "Especially the part used for maintaining food." She pauses. "What else have you learned Harry?"
As I was about to answer, the train comes to a halt. We couldn't have reached Hogsmead yet and Hermione agrees with me. Ron puts his face to the mirror. "Someone's getting in."
I feel a chill in the air. Something disturbingly familiar about it. As I fidget in my seat nervous, the door opens and someone stumbles in. It's Neville, Ginny and Luna.
I ask them to sit, when -
"Quite," said a hoarse voice suddenly. I look behind me to see Remus conjure a fire. He gets up and steps toward the door. "Stay put while I see what's going on."
But before he can move any further, I feel the chill intensify. The door opens and a hand with rotten flesh comes into view. A rattling breath sucks in the air. The dementors of Azkaban.
I can feel the memories I blockaded stir and try to escape. I can hear the voice, the torture, the screams. In midst of that, I hear a woman scream, asking not to hurt Harry. I know that voice. It's the first thing I saw after getting Voldemort's memories. The voice of my mother as she pleads Voldemort not to kill me.
How dare they. HOW DARE THEY. I whip my wand out and shout "Expecto Patronum." A Thick fog escapes. Not my best work. I guess it's different when you have to do the spell while facing a dementor.
I strengthen my mental shields. I shout again with much more concentration. "Expecto Patronum." My dragon comes out rearing. A wolf joins it as they drive the dementors away from the compartment.
I get to my feet and step out of the compartment. I urge my dragon to drive every single one of them off the train. As the chill clears from the air, I walk back in and slump into an empty seat. I look around and see everyone staring at me with wild eyes. Ginny looks haggard. Luna lost her dreamy look and has tears in her eyes. Neville looks ashen, same as Ron and Hermione. I look at the only other adult to see him staring at me in amazement. I guess the Patronus was impressive.
He gives each of us a chocolate slab and asks us to eat it. "I will be back in a few minutes. I need to talk to the conductor." He steps out closing the door behind him.
After a few minutes of silence the train starts to move.
Ron finally asks the question on everyone's mind. "What was that?"
I answer him in a solemn voice. "It's a dementor. The vile creatures that guard Azkaban."
I take a huge breath. "I guess it was here looking for Sirius Black."
Hermione shudders at that. "I felt like I won't be happy anymore."
I nod. "They feed on positive energy, draining it from us. They make you relive your worst memories."
"What was that spell you did Harry?"
Before I answer that Remus walks back in. He stares at all of us still holding the chocolate bars. "It's not poison you know. Eat it. You will feel better."
We all take bites out of it. I look up to see Remus staring at me.
"That was a very impressive patronus, Harry. I don't think I ever heard of one being produced by a 13 year old. Let alone a corporeal patronus."
I nod in acceptance of the praise. "It took me a week to get it right."
He laughs at that. "I dare say your mother and father will be very proud of you."
I smile at that. "Thanks Remus."
"You know who I am?"
I point to his luggage. He nods at that. "I also know that you, Peter, Sirius and my Father were close friends in school."
He looks shocked at that. "How… How do you know that?"
I shrug. "Bits and pieces here and there. Mostly from news archives. I did some research after Sirius escaped. That's when I learned the patronus charm as well."
He nods and stares at me for a moment. I know what he's thinking. I only found about it a few days after my trip from Italy and that too by coincidence when I asked Brimspear for my parent's will.
"Yes, I also know that he's my godfather. I saw my parent's will."
He nods. "Promise me you won't go after that traitor, Harry."
I laugh out loud. "Don't worry Remus. I hardly think Sirius will harm me."
He starts to protest. "Harry… He is a very dangerous man."
"Oh! I have no doubt about that."
He has an inquisite look about him.
I sigh out loud. "I promise I won't go after him, alright?"
He nods just as the train stops at Hogsmead.
As Remus steps out of the compartment, I whisper to my friends. "I'll tell you later."
We ride the carriage drawn by Thestrels in silence. I can't see them, but I do have a Memory of Tom seeing them for the first time after killing his muggle father. We get into the great hall without a fuss. McGonagall asks Hermione to accompany her and while we sit and wait for the sorting to begin, she comes back beaming.
"What's up Hermione?"
"Nothing Harry."
I shrug and turn toward the head table. Like the rest of the school, most of the professors seem to be staring at me. Even Snape. And it's not with hatred. Curiosity for most part and do I sense a modicum of respect? And unlike my compatriots, I don't think it has anything to do with being a seeker. As I catch his eyes, he averts his gaze. I move on to see Dumbledore watching me with curiosity. I wink at him with a cheeky smile and turn back to my friends as the first years come trooping in.
Gryffindor got 14 new students and Dumbledore announced Remus and Hagrid as the new professors for DADA and Care for magical creatures. I cheer for the both of them. In the middle of the feast, the great hall doors smash open and Barty Crouch comes marching in with 3 Aurors and Amelia Bones, the head of DMLE.
They march to the head table and talk to Dumbledore in whispers. I watch him as he glances at me. I do a switching spell to exchange my ear with a first year at the other end of the table to hear the conversation.
"I don't care Dumbledore. Someone on the train drove away the Dementors and I want to know why."
Dumbledore face darkens. "I said this before and I will say it again Barty. A school and a train carrying school children are no place for Dementors. Now I must ask you to leave."
"You are overstepping your bounds Dumbledore…"
I heard enough. I reverse the switching spell to stop the first year from poking my ear to check its audibility. I get up and stride toward the head table.
Dumbledore sees me and straightens up. "Can I help you Harry?"
"I'm sorry Professor, but I couldn't help but hear the whispers. I thought maybe I could throw some light on the prevailing subject."
Crouch interrupts, rudely might I add. "Who are you boy?"
"Harry Potter at your service. And you are?"
"Bartimus Crouch, head of International magical cooperation."
"And why are you responsible for the dementors Bartimus Crouch, head of International magical cooperation?"
He bristles at the question. I see Amelia Bones smile softly.
"The convict was a responsibility of mine. I asked Madame Bones to put me in charge."
"Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't know that." I say in my sincere voice. He turns back to Dumbledore to ask another question when I interrupt him.
"Is this convict by chance, Sirius Black?"
"Yes Mr. Potter. Do you have any information on him?" asks Amelia Bones.
"None Madame. Other than the fact that he is innocent."
The table and I think the whole school looks on silently at this proclamation.
"What did you say Mr. Potter?" asks Amelia again. Bartimus is lost for words. But I feel the anger flowing from him.
"Innocent until proven guilty, Madame. Or did our government forget that? Sirius Black never got a trail."
I see Snape get up to say something unpleasant, when Dumbledore stops him. I see that Albus is indeed enjoying the show, even though he is concerned with all the proclamations I'm making.
"How dare you. You don't know anything boy. Who do you think you are?"
I straighten up my shoulder and look into his eyes. "I'm Harry James Potter, godson of Sirius Black. I destroyed a dark lord when I was a baby. I killed a 60-foot basilisk when I was twelve. I became the youngest seeker ever to play the worldcup when I was thirteen. What did you do?"
I dare say with my new athletic built I might look a little imposing.
I can see and feel the shock on his and many other faces. I don't think many knew of the basilisk. Dumbledore looks at me with a mild glint in his eyes.
I turn around to leave when I stop and face Crouch again. "By the way, I was the one who produced the patronus."
He scoffs at that. "Don't brag boy. No mere 13 year old can produce a patronus capable of driving a dozen dementors."
I smile at him. I whip my wand out and point at him. I see the Auror's drawing their wands as well. This is a wonderful moment. I can feel it inside me. And I release my dragon without a verbal incantation. Crouch stumbles back as the dragon erupts from my wand. I make it fly high above near the enchanted ceiling. It releases a jet of silver flame and lands back near me. I stoke its nose. The patronus is strong enough to have a physical presence. Its not as strong as it could have been with a verbal incantation, but good enough. I let go of it and it dissolves into a fine mist and disappears.
Crouch stares at the place where the Dragon stood in shock. It's time to make an exit.
I face Albus. "Headmaster, may I be excused? I am finicky about staying in the same room as hypocritical fools who give proven death eaters like their own son a trail and throw someone else, who was caught at an incident, but was never proven or named as a death eater into Azkaban without a trail."
Albus nods his head. I turn around and walk out of the silent hall. As I walk toward the common room, I crack a smile. What a start to the year. Let the games begin.
I wake up early in the morning. I went to bed as soon as I got back from the feast. The dementors affected me more than I thought. I enforced the barriers around the torturous memories and hoped I won't have a nightmare again. I was lucky. It was a pleasant night.
There is one thing I need to do before anyone else wakes up. I pull out my invisibility cloak and go up to the seventh floor. I walk 3 times across the painting for barnabass the barmy thinking of a place I need to hide my stuff. A door appears and I enter the room. I cam here to destroy the only Horcrux easily accessible at this point and it doesn't have any curses on it.
I look through the room to see a ton of different items lost through the ages. I wonder why Voldemort thought he was the only person who knew the secret of this room, when so many other items are stored here.
I walk through an aisle at the far end. I'm looking for a glass case with a head bust with Lady Rowena's tiara on top of it. I see it and run a diagnostic just in case. It's clean other than the soul fragment within it. I open the case and put the tiara in my backpack.
I quickly vacate the room and walk down to Myrtle's bathroom. I open the sink and slide down the pipe. I walk into the chamber to see it exactly as I left it.
I walk to the basilisk and put the tiara on the floor. I cut a fang clean through the basilisk mouth and levitate it over the tiara. I stab the tiara with the fang. For a moment nothing happens, then a hideous scream breaks through. A black smoke comes plummeting out and disappears.
Another diagnostic proves that the soul has been destroyed. I clean the tiara thoroughly of any basilisk venom left over and bag it. I remove two wooden boxes from my backpack and set them aside.
I remove the three fangs I promised Ollivander and box them. I remove 3 more fangs in case I need one each for the remaining horcruxs. The locket, the ring and the cup. One fang should be fine for all. But, why take the risk when there are more than enough fangs to go?
I box the fangs and leave the chamber. I need talk to the headmaster about scheduling a Goblin salvage operation. I'm sure he'll call me sometime today.
I walk back to my dorm and secure the backpack within my trunk. I see a few of the boys stirring and head for a quick shower before breakfast.
The rest of the students slowly join me for breakfast and the owls fly in. The staring is nearly as bad as the first day of my first year.
Ron and Hermione keep shooting me glances. I roll my eyes at their antics.
"Alright, what?"
Hermione fidgets a bit. "When did you learn that charm Harry? I asked Percy and he said that it was above NEWT level."
"I learned it during summer Hermione. Remember I have a permit and was staying in a wizarding location? I practiced it for over seven hours to get it right."
"Is Sirius Black really your godfather Harry?" asks Ron. I see Neville playing close attention to our chat.
"He is."
"And you think he is innocent?"
I sigh. I got to be careful. "I don't know guys. He was never given a trial when many death eaters got one. I like to think my parents were not such bad judges of character to name a death eater as my godfather."
Hermione bursts out at that moment. "Will you teach us the patronus charm, Harry?"
I shrug. "Sure. But I must warn you. It will be pretty taxing initially. So we got to do it over the weekend after my Quidditch practice." They nod at that.
I glance at Neville. "You know Neville, you can join us as well."
He looks down at his plate mournfully. "I don't think I'm powerful enough, Harry."
"Dragon dung. You are as good as any of us. You don't have enough confidence that's all. Right, so you are joining us and I'll teach you guys what I learnt during summer. Some of it is pretty advanced."
Hermione raises her eyebrows at that. "Advanced than the Patronus?"
I scratch my nonexistent beard. Hermione giggles at that. "Harry you don't have a beard."
I roll my eyes at her. "Thanks for pointing the obvious. I'm practicing for the future. I know some advanced stuff. I won't go into details just now. But I'll bring the list of things I learnt for our first session."
She pouts at that and goes back to her breakfast. I spy Ginny sitting further down the table with her friends. I think I'll invite her as well. Lets see what she's got.
I see Minerva handing out the schedules. When she reaches us, she purses her lips into a fine line. "Mr. Potter, the headmaster wishes to chat with you before dinner tonight. The password is lemon drops."
I nod to her and take the schedule. I have Arthemancy followed by transfiguration and then Care for magical creatures. Looks like I'll be training on Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday afternoons along with the weekends.
I look at Hermione's schedule. "Hermione, how are you going to attend Divination and Muggle studies at the same time as Arthemancy?"
She fidgets nervously. "Don't be stupid, Harry. I can't be at three places at the same time."
"I know. That's why I asked."
She picks up her bag and changes the subject. "We will be late for Arthemancy if we don't leave now."
Fine. I guess she has her secrets as well. The two of us head for Arthemancy, that is until I find that I'm alone. I enter the class and take my seat and Hermione walks in just as the bell rings. We are the only two Gryffindors in the class. The subject itself would have been tough if not for Volde's memories.
I decided to downplay some of my knowledge in Arthemancy until a couple of months into the school year. Runes is a different issue. Even without Volde's memories, I know I would have been great at it.
I am going to use his knowledge and make more out of it. It's a gift and if I don't make proper use of it, there is no excuse. The one I decided to concentrate on this year is magical theory. To understand the true purpose of magic and maybe its limitations.
After Arthemancy we go to Transfiguration, where Minerva starts her first class of the year with her traditional animagus transformation. That's another thing I want to be, an animage. But not right now. Maybe before my fifth year. There are two ways to go about it. The first is what most use nowadays. A potion, which puts the wizard or witch into a magically hallucinated sleep where they get a representation of their animal. Then they change their body parts one at a time until they achieve full transformation. The advantage of this method is, it is considerably easy to attain a form in 1 or two years depending on the power and effort put into it. The disadvantage is, the attributes of the form do not cross over.
The second is a much tougher method, which involves a ritualistic release. But before one does the ritual, they need to attain a true unity within them. Unity between mind, body, magic & soul. Once that is achieved, a simple ritual will release the animal spirit from within you. The advantage of this method is, the characteristics of the animal will carry over into human form and sometimes that can be very helpful. The disadvantage is that, well for one, not many know about it, and the other is that it takes a considerable amount of time. One needs to connect their mind to their magic and then encompass their body with it. Then the ritual will connect the soul to form a unity and release the animal within. Voldemort being proficient in both mind and wandless magic, found it an easy task to achieve. His form is predictably a snake. It probably accounts for his fast reflexes.
I plan to follow the second method myself. It will also help me better understand magic and wandless magic is something I want to be good at. Atleast to escape from a tight situation if need be.
After transfiguration, we have our lunch and go to out last class of the day, Care for magical creatures. I can see Hagrid is pretty excited about it. He asks us to gather around a fence and open our books.
"And how exactly do we do that?" shouts Malfoy.
"What are you? An imbecile? Can't you cast a simple revealing charm on it?" I answer back shaking my head in disgust. "And you call yourself a pureblood. Stroke the spine, Malfoy." That put him in his place. To tell the truth, a revealing charm is more of a 4th year material, but as a pure blood growing up in a magical house, that's one charm he should have learnt a long time back.
Hagrid beams at me and then brings the creatures we will study today. Hippogriffs. Beautiful and proud creatures they are. I even got too ride one named Buckbeak. Malfoy as usual tried to disrupt the class by insulting Buckbeak.
I glanced at his surface thoughts and knew what he was trying to do. I accioed him into his pals Crabbe and Goyle before he could be seriously damaged by Buckbeak's talons for insulting him. Hagrid didn't need that shit and he gave Malfoy a week's detention and made my day.
As I walk back into the common room, the twins and Oliver wood corner me. Oliver pumped my hand vigorously. "Harry, I knew you had it in you. But I never imagined playing for England as a third year."
I smile and thank him. I know what's coming. "So Harry, can you play for Gryffindor this year?"
"Sorry Oliver, I can't. I'll be in pretty rigorous training with the team as it is."
He nods sadly. "I thought so. It's too bad. You were the best we had."
I tell him that my old Nimbus is for the team and to give it to the new seeker. He thanks me and walks away. I turn to the twins who put a hand each around my shoulder.
"Harry old boy, what you pulled last night…"
"Was a prank worthy of the marauders."
"We are so proud of you." And they try to give me a mock hug. I push them away laughing. They become a tad bit serious and whisper to me.
"But seriously Harry, you should be careful of Crouch. We heard dad say that he is powerful within the ministry."
"Don't worry guys, I can take care of that shit bag."
"Oh Gred! Me thinks our dear old harrykin has grown up. Using such grown up words…"
As they depart they whisper one final warning to me. "Be wary of Percy, Harry. He's right pissed at you."
"We think he's in love with Crouch."
I thank them and take a seat near the fire. As I'm absorbed in my thoughts, I feel a small hand getting my attention. It's one of the first years and he wants my autograph.
I walk toward Dumbledore's office rubbing my wrist soothingly. That one autograph turned into an avalanche. Thank god I don't have to do this everyday.
I give the password to the gargoyle and climb up the stairs. I hear a "Come in Harry" and walk inside to see Dumbledore alone with Fawkes.
"Hello Professor. Hey Fawkes."
The phoenix trills a greeting in return and flies to my lap as I sit down. I pet it for a few moments in silence.
"It seems that Fawkes took a liking to you Harry." I smile at the old man.
"I think we have a good understanding professor. You called me?"
"Yes. It seems you had an interesting summer?"
"You can say that Professor." We stare at each other and I sense a feather light probe, not intrusive, probably to judge the truthfulness in my answers. Dumbledore is surprised at sensing the mind shields.
Dumbledore takes out his wand and holds it in a non-threatening fashion. I raise an eyebrow at this. I'm sure I'll get an answer for this action.
"I want you to do me a favor Harry."
I nod signaling him to go on. "I want a magical oath from you stating that you are who you claim to be."
Hmmm… It seems the patronus and now the mind shields spooked the old man. Why not? I take out my wand and hold it in my right hand. "I swear on my magic that I am Harry James Potter, son of James Potter and Lily Potter." The magic flares and settles. He nods and puts his wand back.
"Forgive me Harry, but your actions of recent past were unexpected."
"I understand professor. I would have done the same. It was a fairly harmless thing to ask."
"May I see your wand? It seems you have changed it."
I give it to him with a smirk. "It won't work for you."
He raises his eyebrows at that. "You have blood bonded with it?"
I nod yes. "Since the chamber incident, my old wand wouldn't work. So I had to replace it. It was Fawkes who actually suggested the second core."
"A second core…"
"12 inches, holy and yew with a powdered basilisk fang and Fawkes feather mingled with my own blood."
He looks at the wand astounded. He stares at it for a few more minutes before he hands it over to me. "Use it wisely, Harry."
I nod to him and he continues with our meeting. "We don't have much time before dinner starts. So lets continue with the topics at hand."
He hands me a parchment with my Quidditch training schedule. It was as I expected. "Hope that meets your approval? You can floo to the stadium from Professor McGonagall's office."
I nod again. "Your schedule will be hectic this year. You need to work hard to keep up with your course work."
"That shouldn't be a problem professor."
"Yes, it seems that your aptitude for magic has increased. Moving on. Please explain how you came about the information about Sirius Black?"
I give him the same shmeal as I gave Remus back in the train. "It feels fishy to me Professor, that a man is thrown into Azkaban without trail for twelve years. I want justice for him and for me. If he is guilty, he deserves the kiss and if he is not, I'll have a godfather."
"I'll see what I can do about arranging a trail. But it won't be an easy task."
"I agree and that's one of the reasons why I went off on Crouch. I'm sure tomorrow's prophet will have some account of it. For a change, I want to use my celebrity for something I want."
"Lets hope for the best."
We stare at each other again. "Would I be correct in assuming that you learned about the mind arts and Patronus during the summer?"
I nod to him. Time for a half-truth. "After I got my wand, it was as if my magic was alive professor. It gave me confidence. I wanted to do better at school and I found that Occlumency would help with concentration as well as stronger and difficult magics. That's the first thing I learned. Later after I got my permit, I concentrated mostly on transfiguration and charms. Some offensive spells like the disarmer and stunner and some basic shields. I learnt the Patronus after researching about Azkaban. I thought with me going out to different countries, its better to be prepared."
"And I congratulate you. The patronus was very impressive. Can I see an example of another spell?"
I nod to him and apply a glamour to look like Dumbledore. He inspects me carefully. "Impressive Harry. Might I suggest the beard to be a little longer and maybe more white than silver?"
I remove the glamour and laugh at his comments. "I'll do better next time professor. Maybe in the future you can help me with any issues or questions I have on new spells I want to learn?"
"My door is always open to you."
"Thanks Professor. I have one request though. I need you to provide goblins access to the school. They need to evaluate the basilisk in the chamber and harvest its remains."
"Might I ask what you plan to do with that money?"
"I don't really care much about it Professor. I already have more than I'll ever want in my family vault. And I did tell my friends that it will be split evenly between the four of us."
"Four, Harry?"
"I think Ginny deserves something in return, don't you think?"
"I agree. Let me think about it and I'll get back to you in a few days."
"Then shall we proceed to the great hall? Dinner will commence shortly." I say to him in a very Dumbledorish voice.
He laughs at that. "Forgive me. I sometimes forget how hungry young children can be."
Fawkes goes back to his perch and we walk out of the room. I like to think that we formed a good connection today. Of a mentor and a student. He has many things he can teach me and Voldemort is not far away.
AN: And here's chapter 5 guys. A little shorter than usual. But I thought it's a good place to stop. Next update will be sometime over the weekend. I'll try to put out at least 2 chapters every week. This year will not have any pairings. Thanks and please review. It always helps to hear the opinions of the others.