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After Harry got back to the Common Room, he went over to Hermione.

"You told McGonagall," he stated angrily, "Why? I told you I was fine!"

"I know you did, Harry, but despite what you said, you were not okay," answered Hermione.

"Hermione, you are not my mother. I haven't had a mother since I was one so I think that by now, I can take care of myself. I do not need your interference!"

"Harry, I was only trying to help."

"Yes well, you aren't!"

"Don't talk to her like that!" exclaimed Ron, "Harry, I'm sorry, but we're truly trying to help you."

"Guess what happened? I yelled at McGonagall, she's probably fuming now and she most likely hates me."

"You... you yelled at McGonagall?" asked Ron incredulously, "Do you have a death wish?"

"Harry, Professor McGonagall did heal your hand, didn't she?" asked Hermione.

"Yeah but in the future I'd appreciate it if you didn't interfere with my life," answered Harry, still annoyed.

"Harry, I'm sorry, but I don't regret what I did. If I didn't do anything about it, Umbridge would have continued to abuse you. I couldn't stand that, I just couldn't. You might say it's alright, but Harry, it's not," Hermione explained, "So please, Harry, don't be mad."

Harry sighed. He knew that Hermione meant well, but he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed all the same.

"Hermione, I'm not mad, but in the future, can you tell me what you're going to do before actually taking action?" Harry asked.

"Okay, I'll try," answered Hermione.

"Okay guys, this has been great and all and I'm glad we're friends again, but it's dinnertime and I'm starving," said Ron.

"Is food all you think about? Honestly, Ronald," sighed Hermione.


Over the next few weeks, Harry avoided Professor McGonagall as much as possible. During Transfiguration, he only spoke to her when he was directly asked a question.

One day, however, McGonagall said, "Potter, please stay after class."

After nodding at Ron and Hermione to show them that they could leave, Harry walked in front of McGonagall's desk.

"You wanted to see me, Professor?" Harry asked. He had decided to be polite but brief so that he could leave as soon as possible.

"Yes, Potter. I only wished to see how you were doing. You have not had another detention with Delores, I take it?" inquired McGonagall.

"No, Professor."

"Potter... are you alright?"

Harry suddenly felt a surge of anger again; why did McGonagall suddenly care? She had never shown this much care before.

"Professor, I will say this once again. I'm fine. If that is all, I need to go to Potions now."

With that, Harry walked away before McGonagall could respond.


That night, Harry had a terrifying dream. He was a snake and he had attacked Arthur Weasley! Harry woke up and immediately knew that it wasn't just a dream; it had been a vision.

"Ron, Ron wake up! Your dad just got attacked!" Harry shouted, panicked.

This woke Neville up.

"I'll get McGonagall!" said Neville as he ran off.

A few minutes later, Professor McGonagall came in and asked, "What is the meaning of this? It's the middle of the night, for goodness sake!"

Not caring that he was still angry at McGonagall, Harry immediately spoke up.

"Professor, Mr. Weasley, as in Arthur Weasley, has just been attacked! I saw it in my dream... I can't really explain it, but I'm sure of it," Harry quickly explained.

"I believe you," said McGonagall, looking distressed, "We're going to see the Headmaster."

Relieved, Harry and Ron went to Dumbledore's office.

Harry quickly explained his dream to Dumbledore, who refused to look at Harry the entire time.

"Albus, would you look at Potter when he is speaking to you, please," sighed McGonagall.

Surprised, Harry looked at McGonagall.

"Professor McGonagall, it's alright," Harry said, turning around to look at her. It was then that Harry noticed that her hair was out of its usual tight bun and despite her stern expression, there was still some concern marked upon her features.

"Minerva, it seems Delores knows that Harry and Ron are out of bed. If you would please send her off," said Dumbledore.

"Of course," answered McGonagall.

Arthur Weasley was taken to St. Mungo's and Harry was thanked profusely by Mrs. Weasley. Everyone was relieved to know that Arthur was still alive.


It was career advice day. Harry was having his session with Professor McGonagall. Harry noticed that Professor Umbridge was sitting in the corner and taking notes.

"Potter, have you thought about your future?" asked McGonagall, "What would you like to do?"

"I'm not entirely sure, Professor, but I think I'd like to be an Auror," answered Harry.

Hearing this, Umbridge suddenly exclaimed, "Aurors need to be approved by the Minister of Magic. Cornelius would never approve of this!"

"There will be a new Minister of Magic by then," replied McGonagall.

"You want Dumbledore to become Minister of Magic! I knew it all along."

"Professor Dumbledore has no intent on becoming the Minister, Delores," said McGonagall angrily, "I promise you, even if I have to tutor him nightly, Potter will become an Auror!"

Harry was stunned; did McGonagall really mean that?