Harry Potter and the Wars of Heaven by Princess Silverstar

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Chapter 6: We Have Our Ways…

The day of Hogsmeade visit arrived, but it came as a total bummer for Harry, who hadn't got his permission form signed. It was embarrassing for him that he knew that everyone, particularly the Kensington twins, were watching him.

"It's okay, guys?" He said to Hermione and Ron, who looked at him sympathetically. A look he came to dislike.

"We'll get you some of your favourite from Honeydukes," Ron said as Harry turned around and pulled Hermione along.

"Harry," Kimberly called out and an awkward silence past through them, "I'll be sure to bring back some stories of your parents, and maybe you can come with us for Christmas." She said with a smile.

"Sure," Harry offered a weak smile.

As he walked through the hall, he suddenly had an idea and started to run back into the Gryffindor Tower. He ran back down from his room once he donned his father's cloak and ran as fast as he can towards the exit. But just as he was nearing the exit, he was pulled back by his arms by Fred and George who had miraculously found him.

"Let me go!" he struggled between the two Beaters.

"No can do, Harry," one of them said.

"Unless you wanna get caught," the other chirped.

"and your soul sucked out," the first one added.

"I'm going to Hogsmeade," Harry said with determination as the hood of his cloak was pulled off.

"We know," they both chorused.

"We're not stopping you," George said as the twins shared a mischievous grin.

"But before you go, we have something for you." Fred said as he pressed a piece of parchment onto Harry's hand.

"What is this?" Harry asked.

"This, Harry, is the Marauder's Map," Fred said as the both of them launched into an introduction of the piece of old parchment they had nicked from Filch's office and showed Harry how to access to it and all the secret passages that leads them out of Hogwarts to various places. "When you are done with it, Harry, tap on it again and say 'Mischief Managed',"

"Otherwise, anyone can see them," George said.

With renewed excitement, Harry ran, fully cloaked, to the statue of the one eye witch that leads him straight into Hogsmeade's Honeyduke. It was a long journey through the secret passage but the promise up ahead kept Harry going. Plus, he had probably walked so far out in the dark tunnel that it would be a waste to go back. He carefully sneaked into the basement of Honeyduke and put on his cloak before he went out in the open.

The candy store was fully stocked with candies and packed with customers. Harry had to be extremely careful not to bump into anyone in his cloak. He sneaked out of the shop and began to explore on his own. He decided to go to the Shrieking Shack since there were wild rumours about the place being haunted. He was delighted to see Ron and Hermione visiting the premises by the fence, talking until Draco Malfoy and his sidekicks began taunting them.

"Woohoo!" someone cheered from behind Harry and flew over Harry causing Harry nearly cry out in surprise.

"Samuel, you slow down this instant!" a familiar voice of Kimberly reprimanded sternly.

Samuel was a very young lad who flew over Harry on his broom, a Nimbus 2000. He dashed over Harry and made a dive and skidded to a stop so near behind Draco Malfoy and his gang that they fall flat on the ground in shock, the force of his break send snow all over the fallen Slytherins. Their pale faces nearly caused Harry to double over with laughter.

"Not funny, Harry…" she mused silently causing him to look at her in shock. Their eyes made a brief contact as Kimberly sent him a smirk.

"Aww…Come on, 'neechan…" Samuel whined, "Where's the fun in going slow?"

"You could have hurt someone with your reckless flying," she scolded.

"I'm not reckless and no one got hurt," he stated, "Plus, I really want to see what's so scary about this broken house," he grinned. His grin strikingly resembled her older brother's, Andrew.

"You are not allowed to go into that place. Do you understand me?"

"But-,"

"No buts,"

Within the time the two argued Draco, who had recovered from his initial shock, stood up and dusted himself while looking both offended and confused, "What is this, Kensington?" he demanded, angry at being humiliated in front of a mudblood and a blood traitor.

Samuel looked at the pale blond before saying something to her in a different language. She replied him also in a different language and it set the Malfoy heir seething for being ignored.

"Oi! I asked a question," he said to her, demanding her attention.

She stared at him for a moment and said, "What does it look like?" She folded her arms to her chest in annoyance.

Draco snorted, "Looks like you are teaching your son to behave," he taunted and his followers laughed at the supposed insult, only to be silenced by Samuel who broke down with laughter.

"Genius, Malfoy. I didn't know I can give birth at the age of three," she threw back at him as Samuel laughed harder.

"Who knows…" he sneered as she snorted.

"Come on, guys. It's really a waste of time talking to someone doesn't even understand a normal human body's growth," she let out another arrogant snort, "Some pureblood, even Neville can retort better than that," she insulted and they left the three Slytherins, wondering what went wrong.

When they were a distance away, Hermione let out a laugh and began laughing harder, "How thick can Malfoy get?" she commented.

"Apparently very," Kimberly said blankly.

"Ne, who was it I flew over?" Samuel asked Kimberly.

"It's Harry," she lifted her hand to pull down Harry's hood and revealed Harry's head floating in mid air.

"Harry!" Hermione said disapprovingly, "How did you get out here?"

Harry shrugged, "I have my ways," he answered not wanting to share the secret just yet, "Why are you here?" Harry asked Kimberly, changing the subject as he pulled her along only to have Samuel planting himself protectively between them.

"Making sure this idiotic little brother of mine doesn't get hurt," she answered slapping her brother at the back of his head lightly.

"Ow!" the boy yowled even though it doesn't hurt.

"How old is he?" Harry asked.

"Ten," Kimberly answered simply.

"So, he'll be starting Hogwarts next year," Harry stated.

"Yeah," she answered as she turned to face Harry and pulled his hood back up to hide his head, "A floating head's a little unnerving, ne? Anyway, we'll soon reach Hogsmeade," she said.

"I'm surprised you both can see me. How?"

"Oh, we have our ways," she answered with a smile, "and since you're already out. Come on," she pulled him ahead in a small run, "Come on, you guys," she urged the others.