DR: Okay, here's the next chapter. Sorry for the delay but in my defense it's a long one!
A quick note before we begin. To all those who've messaged me about the Cull and alternate sites for this story, thank you. Sorry if I haven't personally replied to you yet - had to focus on getting this beast done. I have now started to repost this story, uncensored, over at HPFanficArchive. I've put a direct link in my Author page here that will take you directly to the story. Only the first chapter right now (30/6/12) but I will add the other chapters every week until there matches here. I will continue to post Cure here however.
If you're a Ron fan, I'm afraid you're not going to like this chapter. While his behavior during this story is for a reason, his scores reflect how I truly think he would do on exams. Remember, this is a guy of sub-standard intelligence who doesn't revise, badgers Hermione to do his homework/copies hers, and barely pays attention in class. His own understanding of the subjects is going to be poor, and exams are based on that understanding...
The next morning Lily and Emma sat together watching the teens go through the exercises that Daniel had left for them. The two of them had established this morning ritual early on, sharing tea as they talked about mostly inconsequential topics… though the topic of their children always came up. As Emma had predicted, she and Lily got along fabulously; Lily was a kindred spirit, someone she could relate to easily and freely. Lily had also taken comfort and strength from the friendship that had formed between herself and the elder Granger woman. She had not had many female friends before… well, before certain events happened. Now, of those she had had, one was in a virtual magical coma, and the others had aged and generally moved on. Her 'interruption' counted against her in that regard, as while she had lived the years in Harry's head, she had not lived in the world as such. She had not seen or experienced the events that the others had.
Spread out on the table before her were several of the account books for the Potter Family and its investment portfolio. Without an active hand in their management, the Potter's portfolio had stagnated a bit. Fortunately, James had passed day-to-day control over to an investment team of Goblins, just before they had gone into hiding, who had skilfully managed the funds to maintain an income. Their powers were limited however, and thusly were unable to take advantage of opportunities that had come up in the years since.
In addition, there were several issues of the Daily Prophet scattered over the table. Her survival had reached the news, and the Prophet, in their own style, had coined the phrase 'Mother-who-Lived-Again'. Of course, the Prophet would not be the Prophet if it was in any factual, and the rumours and gossip sections were as rife as ever. Many 'Experts' had comments about how she could possibly survived, ranging from temporal displacement to a glamoured Infritus. Several raised the idea that Harry was dabbling in the Dark Arts, using unholy pacts to forcibly bring his mother back from the dead. Of course, they were not planning to let this stand. The latest issue contained their rebuttal to the stories, containing most of the truth, though they did leave out details about what Voldemort had done to enable her survival to occur.
Right then however Lily's mind was not on the tripe that made up the Prophet, the reports of the sporadic attacks on Muggles by Death Eaters or even the tales of the rogue Dementors falling on isolated homes to devour the inhabitants. Instead Lily was wrestling internally with several issues… foremost of which was how much to trust her favourite professor and friend. Minerva McGonagall had been a witch she had trusted completely, but certain events in her son's life had her questioning her old Head of House. She tried to put such thoughts aside, as Minerva had been a tremendous help since her Return… but these small doubts kept on creeping back in.
"Penny for them?" Emma's voice drew her attention outwards towards the other woman. Seeing her knowing look, Lily sighed.
"It's just… I find myself doubting Professor McGonagall. Don't get me wrong, I would trust her with my life in a fight… but certain actions of hers in the last few years have me… concerned." Lily had found Emma Granger was filling the role that Petunia should have filled, that of an older sister and confidant. Someone she could unload some of the mental burdens she carried to, even if only for a short while.
Emma nodded slowly. "I know that she's certainly Hermione's favourite teacher. Perhaps her idol at one time."
Lily nodded in reply. "Harry's fond of her as well. But…"
"Lily." Emma cut in. "Talk to her about your concerns. It may be that she had perfectly rational reasons for her actions. But you'll never know until you ask." Emma leaned back, her brow furrowed in thought. "I have noticed that she's seems… eager, to do what she can for Harry. Maybe she realises just how she - possibly inadvertently - wronged him, and wishes to make amends."
Lily slumped back. "You're right. I just… She was a close friend before. I feel terrible doubting her now…"
At that moment the ghostly form of Raknor rose up from the centre of the table. "Mistress Lily… The professor wishes to floo in."
Lily sighed. "Let her pass." The dragon spirit nodded before fading away.
"I'm not sure I'll ever get used to that…" Emma commented, her eyes still on the space where the spirit had resided.
Footsteps prompted Lily to look over her shoulder, to see Emily leading McGonagall out onto the patio area. "Hello Lily, Mrs Granger." The older witch greeted them, before her eyes moved up to watch the teens. "It's nice to see them so… dedicated."
"Yes, well… Harry feels that he has to be doing something, and the others will follow him to hell and back." Lily commented. She looked the older witch up and down. "Not to be blunt Minerva, but…"
"…Why am I here?" McGonagall finished for her with a twitch at the corners of her mouth. "Several reasons actually. OWL results arrived last night. I decided to bring the results for this lot myself, as I was coming over later anyway…" Her eyes lingered on Harry for a moment. "There is also a matter I need to discuss with your son as well."
"Concerning?" There was no mistaking the command in Lily's tone.
McGonagall sighed. "Lily… I wanted to make Harry Prefect last summer, but Albus overruled me. I see now that I should have stood my ground on that issue, and wish to rectify that mistake."
Lily nodded slowly. "Funny you should say that…" She looked up at her former Head of House. "You know that I was with Harry throughout his life till this summer. I saw what he saw. And, frankly Minerva, some of your actions towards him…"
McGonagall sighed once more, sinking into one of the free chairs with a look of resignation. "You don't think I haven't realised my mistakes? I know my biggest was following Albus's lead, even when my own instincts were telling me otherwise…"
"That, I do understand… and don't entirely blame you for." Lily cut in. "He's been such a figurehead and leader for the Magical world for so long, the legend is almost blinding."
McGonagall nodded. "He always was so sure, so confident, that it was all too easy to believe that yes, he really did know what was for the best. He's been proven right in the past, how could I have known that this time would be any different?"
"You couldn't." Emma softly answered, understanding where the older woman was coming from. McGonagall smiled slightly in reply, before looking at Lily once more.
"But there are other things that are bothering you, aren't there?" She asked quietly, a hint of nervousness in her tone.
Lily nodded. "I'm afraid so. First Year, the detention in the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid."
"Ah. Well… I was rather… put out, by their rule breaking. I just… having Harry and Hermione be caught leaving the Astronomy Tower that late… it threw me." McGonagall flushed lightly. "I just could not believe that two children that young could possibly…" She trailed off for a moment. "I admit, I over reacted."
Emma was looking between the two with confusion written across her face. "I'm missing something here…"
Lily chuckled. "The Astronomy Tower at Hogwarts has gained a reputation as a make-out spot for courting couples."
"Oh…" was Emma's reply.
"Afterwards… I knew that the headmaster had tasked Hagrid with something, and I thought that some hard work would teach all of them a lesson. Mr Malfoy in particular, I have to say." McGonagall continued after a moment. "I had no idea his task was in the forest… but I have to point out something." Her expression hardened. "None of them would have come to any harm with him. Hagrid is the gamekeeper of Hogwarts for a very good reason. Very few creatures will risk conflict, even with a half giant."
Lily had to concede the point. Giants were considered some of the most dangerous creatures in the world for some very good reasons. Even a half giant had their natural resistance to damage, vastly greater strength than a human and a constitution that was nigh on impervious to most poisons and venoms. She only had to think back to the night when Harry witnessed Umbridge's attempt to take Hagrid away by force. The gentle half-giant had taken multiple stunners without slowing down, and could have broken any of the four aurors in two like a twig. It was a credit to his nature that he'd focused solely on evasion and escaping to the forest.
Seeing the teens had finished their exercises and were approaching the three women, Lily looked at the professor. "May I suggest we continue this discussion this evening?"
McGonagall nodded. "An excellent suggestion Lily."
"Hello Professor." Harry called as he stepped onto the patio. "Is it that time already?"
The stern professors lips twitched. "No Mister Potter, I arrived early. I decided to save some owls the trip."
"Owls? Trip?" Hermione asked, before her jaw dropped and eyes widened in shock. "Our OWL results!" You have them?"
"Yes I do Miss Granger." McGonagall's lips twitched again. "but before I hand them out, may I suggest a wash?" Her eyebrow arched at the gathered sweat-soaked teens, prompting a couple to blush.
Harry grinned in reply. "Sure. Not like we can't wait a couple more minutes…" He then looked at Hermione, who appeared to be on the verge of hyperventilating. "Well, I think we can…"
"Relax Harry." Fleur said softly as she wrapped an arm around the younger witch. "I'll make zure she calms down." With a firm hand the older blond drew Hermione inside. The other teens were smiling and chuckling as they followed the pair.
Emma sighed in fond exasperation. "She's always been that way. Every test, every exam she drives herself into a frenzy of worry. Never mind that she's always been top of the class, she always convinces herself that she's failed every test."
"Yes, well, better that way than some others I could mention." McGonagall replied, her brow furrowing. At Lily's raised brow, she explained. "I had a look over the results before sealing the envelopes. I'm afraid that one member of my House has achieved the record for the worst score ever on the OWLs."
"Let me guess…" Lily asked softly. "Ronald Weasley."
McGonagall nodded reluctantly. "I would not want to be anywhere near the Burrow when Molly sees those results…"
At that moment one Hogwarts owl was approaching the ramshackle building that was The Burrow. It's target person was sat at the kitchen table, doing what he did by default, eating. Bustling around the kitchen Molly Weasley was unusually quiet, her thoughts inwards. The chastisement from her husband still stung, though he had relented after two days and allowed her to start cooking with her wand again: no-one but Ronald could eat what she produced without it. However, he always watched her, and always reclaimed it after the meal. The chores she normally did were much more tiresome and irritating when done by hand.
The attack of the Death Eaters also preyed on her mind. All her fears and past pain had returned with a vengeance, before her family had struck back. Even baby Ginny had fought, despite Molly's strictest instructions to go hide in her room until it was over. Arthur however had allowed her to stay… which had caused Molly to become seriously worried for her precious daughters health when one of her spells struck that Death Eater in the gut. And it had not been a stunner or playground hex… it had been the blasting curse. That Death Eater had, obviously, not taken any further part in the battle.
The swarm of Dementors had locked her up with fear and anguish, but the twins – the irresponsible, lazy, and totally childish Twins – had driven them away. Even hurt them, given some of the sounds made. They had used patronus's, but had also tossed or banished items from the upper windows at any that got too close, more often than not hitting them. Perhaps all that time playing Beater for Quidditch was time well spent after all. She'd not seen all the effects they had done, but certainly at least a couple had retreated with their tattered robes on fire.
Ronald however, had been a real disappointment. Despite everything he'd done in the past, he'd been less that effective. His spells rarely reached the Death Eaters or the circling dementors, and even when they did the effects were much less that hoped for. Molly was starting to consider that her seventh son was not the wizard she'd hoped, and he'd claimed, to be…
The faint flutter of wings alerted her to the arrival of an owl, and she turned to see a plain tawny owl land on the kitchen table next to her son in question… who was currently stuffing his face once more on a third helping of breakfast. The owl blinked and shuffled, before turning its head away slightly and lifting a leg. On it the tightly wound scroll was clearly visible.
"Ronald, you've got mail." She said aloud. After a few seconds Ron looked up at her blankly, before his face turned to the waiting owl. Molly watched uneasy at his total lack of reaction. There was no sign of any emotion on his face as he stared at the owl with blank eyes.
Then he turned back to his plate and started eating again, totally ignoring the owl.
"Ronald! Take your letter!" Molly scolded, placing her hands on her hips as she glared at him.
Her anger faded however when he looked back at her sharply, his gaze almost empty. It was like looking into the face of a puppet. There was almost nothing of the boy she'd thought she'd known and raised in his eyes. Turing his gaze on the owl, his hand swept out and yanked the letter from the owl's leg, nearly dislocating it in the process and drawing a sharp squawk of pain from the owl. He tossed the letter onto the table before cramming the rest of his food into his mouth. The Owl itself hobbled away from him, barking in anger and pain, before flying off. Molly was so shocked at his callousness that she didn't react when he stood up and stomped off, his feet thudding on the stairs.
After a few moments Molly shook herself, her anger bristling over. What had gotten into that boy? Ever since he got back this year he'd been acting stranger and stranger. First he'd seemed to slide back into his infant years mentally, before he'd turned moody and surly. Lately he'd been quiet and withdrawn, seeming to bare tolerate being around his family. She used to be able to read him like a book, and know exactly what was going in his head. But lately he'd become a blank wall or slate…
Sighing, Molly sat down at the table, resolving to speak with him later. Picking up the later, her breath escaped in a gasp as she recognised the envelope. It was his OWL results.
With trembling fingers Molly broke the seal before pulling out the parchment. She frowned however when she realised that there was a second sheet of parchment with the results. Curious she opened the note.
'Mister Weasley,
'As your Head of House and Deputy Headmistress, I have to say how disappointed I am with your results. As of a result of such, I can no longer allow you to retain the position of Prefect for the coming year. Your results give me grave concern about not only your study habits, but your understanding of magic in general. As such, I will be visiting your home within the next week to discuss with you and your parents the possibility of you being held back a year and resitting your OWLs.
'Professor McGonagall
'Head of Gryffindor House
'Deputy Headmistress'
Molly's eyes were now wide with horror and anger. Her hands shook as she unfolded the results sheet… but what she saw caused all the blood flow to reverse.
Ordinary Wizard Level Results
Ronald Billus Weasley
… … … … … …
Astronomy 19% D
Care of Magical Creatures 45% P
Charms 35% P
Defence Against the Dark Arts 68% A
Divination 9% T
Herbology 26% D
History of Magic 5% T
Potions 21% D
Transfiguration 32% P
… … … … … …
You have achieved 1 OWL
Scoring:
Passing Marks (worth 1 OWL each)
90% - 100% Outstanding
75% - 90% Exceeds Expectations
50% - 75% Acceptable
Failing Marks (worth nothing)
30% - 50% Poor
10% - 30% Dreadful
0% - 10% Troll
Molly re-read the parchment, unable to believe what she was seeing. No, it couldn't be saying what it did, could it? She closed her eyes, counted to ten, then opened them again. The parchment was the same as before.
All the anger and resentment that had been bubbling away within her for the last couple of weeks now found an outlet. Her face turned the famous Weasley red as her free hand curled into a fist. "RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!"
Within the next five seconds, the area within a mile of the Burrow became devoid of life… as every creature fled from whatever could create such a roar of rage.
"'ermione, relax!" Fleur was starting to get exasperated at Hermione's nervous pacing and panicking. She had grown very fond of the younger brunette. Her intelligence and perception were a welcome breath of fresh air, allowing the two of them to connect on an intellectual level over a range of topics. Though she still had a tendency to cling to the written word of books, Hermione was well informed on a whole range of topics, both typical and eclectic. The two had similar childhoods as well, allowing them to understand where the other was coming from. While Hermione had been isolated because of her intellect and maturity, Fleur's beauty and heritage had achieved the same result. It was something they also both shared with Harry, and to an extend the other teens. Only Daphne out of their forming family had siblings, but as the eldest she'd had to be the 'big sister' for them.
Oh they all had traits that were not so welcome. Fleur knew hers all too well. It had been something she'd needed to learn at a young age, to control her temper. Even now it was still something she had to work on. But right now she was getting first-hand experience of 'Nightmare' Hermione.
"Relax? How can I relax Fleur? These are our OWLs!" Hermione was pacing back and worth, her eyes wide with worry. "These'll determine the course of the rest of our lives!"
"I thought you had bigger things to 'orry about." Fleur smiled in reply. "A certain 'ark Lord, perhaps?"
"Harry'll beat him." Hermione waved off Fleur. "I know he will. But our OWL's… Fleur, they will affect our lives after Voldemort!"
"Dieu me donnera la force… 'Ermione, you'll not get to 'hat life if you give yourself a 'eart attack!"
Hermione paused in her pacing, Fleur's words slipping past her panic and worry. Intellectually, she knew that she had a bad tendency to worry about results. It had been one of the few things she'd been able to hold up as achievements before Hogwarts, a way to feel better about herself when all the other kids were teasing her. Having good marks had become something she could be proud of. But it had also become a weakness, ever since that one day. She'd not told anyone, not even her parents, about that day when one of the more violent bullies had 'accidently' hit her in the eyes with a 'carelessly' thrown eraser during a short test in class. Hermione had been forced to go to the school nurse, and thus abandon the test, earning no mark. The others had teased her mercilessly about that for months, that even with her 'over inflated brain' she could still fail a test. Ever since it had become a deeply rooted nightmare within her psyche, hence her worry over results, which had grown into full-fledged panic over the years.
But, like all things, knowing something on an intellectual level was a totally different thing to actually dealing with it in practice. No matter how much she tried that nightmare rose up from the depths, overriding her logic and reason, high jacking her emotions and turning her into what she was now. "Fleur… I can't help it."
"Then don't think about them!" The French witch commanded softly. Waving towards the en-suite bathroom, she sat back on her bed. "Go on, 'ake a shower an' cool off. You need et more 'han I."
Nodding distractedly, Hermione moved through the doorway, stripping off as she did. One foot kicked the door gently closed behind her.
Fleur sat back and waited, listening carefully. Sure enough, the shower began to run, but she could make out the sounds of bare feet pacing across the tiled floor. Shaking her head with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, she stood up, removing her own clothes as she did. Gently pushing the door open enough to slip through, she watched Hermione pace a little more before stepping in behind the naked younger witch and laying a hand on her back.
"Epp! Fleur what?"
"'ermione, you have to relax!" Fleur's voice was as firm as her pressure on her, driving Hermione into the shower. She didn't let up until they were both under the spray, and Hermione's hands came up to press against the wall. Tipping her head back Fleur allowed the water to run through her hair before reaching out for the body lotion. Squeezing a large helping into her hand she began to lather up Hermione's back. "You 'eed someone to wash your back."
"Um, Fleur, I can… eppp!"
"You are not relaxing!"
"Fleur… what are you doing?" She hissed as she felt both hands move, stroking her skin.
"You have far too much tension within you 'ermione…" Fleur half whispered as her hands roamed. "I could tell you were uncertain yesterday…"
Hermione groaned lightly, her eyes flickering closed as she thought back to the previous morning. Fleur was not wrong when she said that Hermione had been uncertain about being intimate with another woman, without Harry involved. All her previous experiences had involved him in some way. But Fleur had been about to be denied. Clearly she'd gotten herself worked up, and now needed the release. It was ironic, in a way, as had she been clamping down on her vela instincts as she had in the past, she'd have been able to reign herself in. But she'd relaxed her control, at Hermione's urging.
There was no more talking for several minutes after that, as first Hermione then Fleur reached the heights of passion. Looking at her in the eye, Fleur tossed her now soaked through hair over her shoulder. "So… will you be calm now?" Her lips twitched. "Or do I need to relax you further?"
Hermione sighed as she turned to face Fleur more. "I'll be all right. Thanks Fleur… I just…"
Fleur waved her off. "You're welcome. I feel for you almost as I feel for 'Arry." Hermione gaped at her at that as a small frown formed on her face as her mind wandered. "zough… Hermione, may I ask a personal question?"
"Sure." Hermione replied, slightly nervously.
Fleur sighed as she tried to think of a delicate way to put her thoughts. "I would 'ike to know… when you plan to have 'Arry's… children?"
"What?" Hermione spluttered for a moment. "Why are you even asking that?"
Fleur sighed. "Hermione… my desire and love for 'Arry are two separate things. I do love him; he is very easy to love, non?" At a nod she continued. "But my Veela desire for 'im… it is based in a desire to breed. He is a powerful, strong, fine young man. Any offspring of his will be just as so. My acknowledging of him as my mate, has increased that desire. I know you three had decided to allow you to be the first, and I do not wish to take your prerogative. But…" Her hand drifted down to her smooth, flat belly. "…ze desire burns so."
Hermione's eyes followed her hand down, her thoughts turning inward. In her mind's eye Hermione tried to picture a pregnant Fleur stood before her, her stomach swollen with Harry's child. She shivered a little as a flush came over her at the erotic – and arousing – nature of the image.
She looked back into Fleur's eyes. "Fleur… I wasn't planning on children for a while yet. I had thought to wait for a couple of years after graduating…" Fleur nodded in understanding, though could not quite hide the disappointment before Hermione continued. "…But that was before we found this place. Now, we have the space needed. I'm not having his kids until after we're married and have graduated… but there's nothing saying it has to be nine months after that."
Fleur smiled now as Hermione laid her hand over her own where it still rested against her belly. "I promise, once we've confirmed I'm carrying, you'll get your own in here."
Fleur grinned at her. "Thank you! I'm looking forward to that day."
Hermione sighed happily, letting one hand trail across her own stomach. "Having Harry's kids was always the plan Fleur."
"Then I will forwards to us all having lots and lots of his babies."
"I wouldn't go that far." Hermione laughed. "I'm not turning into Molly."
"You wouldn't." Fleur said softly but seriously. "You're a good person Hermione."
Hermione blushed. "Thanks Fleur." Sighing she stepped back, her hands coming up to wash her hair. "We should hurry, before they start to wonder what's keeping us."
Fleur nodded in recognition of Hermione's words, even though she wanted nothing more to drag the brunette down onto the shower floor and ravish her then and there. Soaping herself, Fleur began to wash, her thoughts drifting towards vision of them both with child…
The Dining Hall had become the usual place for everyone to gather for important meetings and the like. Learning their children's OWL results certainly fell into that category, and so when the students came down they found all their families waiting for them. Even Madam Longbottom was there, seated beside Madam Bones. Pausing in the doorway, Harry's eyes raced about, taking note of who else was here. The whole Granger family, Daniel and Richard included, were to his right, while Remus and his mum were to the left. Tonks was sat with the last Marauder, while her parents were close by. Bella and Cissa were sat with them, united with their elder sister. The only one's not sitting were Victor and Emily next to the entrance to the kitchen, and Professor McGonagall, who was close by, the envelopes held in her hand.
"Good, now that you are all here…" She began, her words quietening all the murmuring conversation. Stepping forwards, she passed out the results to all seven students before stepping to one side slightly, letting them take centre stage.
For a long moment no one spoke or moved.
"Well, go on, open them!" Tonks called out. "The suspense is killing me here!" A few chuckles rose at her attempt to break the tension that permeated the large room.
Sighing, Harry turned the envelope over. "I'll go first." He said with a note of resignation in his voice.
"Harry?" His mum's voice made him pause before he could unfurl the results. When he looked up at her, Lily smiled warmly. "It doesn't matter what you got in the end." Feeling his mother unconditional approval and support settled Harry's nerves, and he smiled back before flipping the results open.
Ordinary Wizard Level Results
Harry James Potter
… … … … … …
Astronomy 62% A
Care of Magical Creatures 79% E
Charms 77% E
Defence Against the Dark Arts 112% O+H
Divination 46% P
Herbology 75% E
History of Magic 29% D
Potions 76% E
Transfiguration 83% E
… … … … … …
You have achieved 8 OWLs
Scoring:
Passing Marks (worth 1 OWL each)
90% - 100% Outstanding
75% - 90% Exceeds Expectations
50% - 75% Acceptable
Failing Marks (worth nothing)
30% - 50% Poor
10% - 30% Dreadful
0% - 10% Troll
… … …
H – Honours as best in year for subject
Scoring over 100% grants an extra OWL
Looking back up, he took in the anxious faces. "Seven out of nine passed." He revealed. "Five Exceeds, an Acceptable and an Outstanding."
"Let me guess, Defence?" Remus asked smiling. Harry just nodded as Hermione came up to stand beside him.
"Harry! That's not just an Outstanding! That's an Outstanding with Honours! And it's a hundred plus score to boot! Well done!" She flung her arms around him and hugged him tightly, pressing her lips to his cheek briefly. A small sigh escaped her lips as she looked at his results again. "though it's a shame about that Divination score. So close…"
He looked at her curiously. "You're not going to scold me about History?"
Hermione huffed. "Harry, remember I was in the hall with you during that exam. I recall what happened clearly." They both were quiet for a moment. "Honestly, I think you would have passed that one otherwise. And if that foul toad hadn't gone after Hagrid during our Astronomy exam, you'd have gotten another Exceeds as well."
Another arm moved around his shoulders, prompting Harry to look to see his mother had joined them. "Well done Harry." She beamed at him. "I'm so proud of you."
"Thanks mum." Harry flushed. "Sorry I couldn't do better…"
"Harry… I know, better than most, just how many issues you've had over the last few years." She said softly. "While a raft of Outstandings would have been nice, I'm happy you passed." Her eyes now turned to Hermione. "Now you, Miss Granger… I'd be very shocked to see you get anything less than Outstanding in everything."
Hermione looked caught out, her eyes wide and startled, like a deer caught in headlights. Chuckling, Harry held out his free hand. "Want me to open it for you?"
His question snapped her out of her state. "No. Thanks for the offer, but…" Hermione took several deep breaths before opening her results. Unable to resist, Harry leaned over to look at her parchment. His jaw dropped.
Ordinary Wizard Level Results
Hermione Jane Granger
… … … … … …
Ancient Runes 99% OH
Arithmancy 94% O
Astronomy 97% OH
Care of Magical Creatures 91% O
Charms 98% OH
Defence Against the Dark Arts 90% O
Herbology 92% O
History of Magic 95% OH
Muggle Studies 215% O+H
Potions 93% O
Transfiguration 97% OH
… … … … … …
You have achieved 12 OWLs
…
"Well?" Emma called from the side. "How'd she do?" There was a note of concern in her voice.
Harry slowly turned to look at his best friend. "How the hell did even you score over two hundred per cent on a test?"
"What?" Tonks yelped before falling from her chair. Nearly everyone else was looking at the two with equal amounts of shock. Strangely, Luna wasn't. Just smiling as if she'd known all along.
Lily moved round to be behind them both so she could see Hermione's results. After a moment she snorted. "Okay, now I'm jealous." At Hermione's look of confusion Lily explained. "You've beaten me in nearly every category, and I broke the last record holder."
Remus gasped. "She really beat you Lil's?"
Lily nodded. "Everything bar Defence. Only just scraped an 'O' there my dear." The next second Lily smiled and hugged the younger witch. "Well done Hermione."
Daphne chuckled from the side, having moved up to see. "Six Honours Hermione? Leave some for us will you?" She teased lightly. Hermione flushed red even as she continued to stare at the parchment in her hands.
Fleur leaning over to whisper in her ear in her "Told you." Was the only thing that snapped her out of her shock and released her emotions. Letting out a very un-Hermione like whoop of joy, she ran over to her parents, who embraced her warmly.
Tonks, having regained her seat, now spoke up. "So, who's next?"
Susan stepped forwards. "May as well be me…" She said as she pulled out her own results. After a few longs moments, she looked up, a grin splitting her face. "I got all ten! Two 'A's, six Exceeds and a pair of Outstanding's!" The joy in her eyes was clear and vibrant, before she spun to face Harry. "Thank you Harry!" She said before kissing him soundly.
Once she let up Harry nearly staggered backwards, a happily confused expression on his face. "Er, not that I'm complaining, but what did I do?"
Susan giggled. "Thank's to your teaching the DA, I got an Outstanding on my Defence score! I just know that my theory was shaky, but the practical was so easy! And it's all thanks to you!" As she hugged him again, Harry was able to get a look at her scores.
Ordinary Wizard Level Results
Susan Marie Bones
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Arithmancy 84% E
Astronomy 63% A
Care of Magical Creatures 77% E
Charms 96% O
Defence Against the Dark Arts 92% O
Herbology 80% E
History of Magic 76% E
Muggle Studies 81% E
Potions 83% E
Transfiguration 74% A
… … … … … …
You have achieved 10 OWLs
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As Susan rushed over towards her aunt, Daphne smiled wistfully. "I guess it's my turn, huh?" She asked rhetorically.
Harry smiled reassuringly at her. "You'll have passed no problem Daphne. You're nearly as smart as Hermione."
Daphne's eyes turned misty. "Thanks Harry." After taking a deep breath to steady herself, she pulled her results… but then didn't open them. After several seconds, she held the still folded parchment to Harry. "I… I can't. Open it for me, please?"
Harry smiled as he took the parchment. "Sure." Opening the sheet he glanced down.
Ordinary Wizard Level Results
Daphne Elen Greengrass
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Ancient Runes 92% O
Arithmancy 99% OH
Astronomy 94% O
Care of Magical Creatures 67% A
Charms 95% O
Defence Against the Dark Arts 77% E
Herbology 78% E
History of Magic 75% E
Potions 91% O
Transfiguration 87% E
… … … … … …
You have achieved 10 OWLs
…
"Hmm. I have to say Miss Greengrass, your defence score is a little… lacking." He started.
"What?" She yelped before almost snatching the parchment back. After a few seconds she glared at him. "Don't do that to me again!"
Harry nodded. "Okay." Then he half dived forward to swoop her up in a hug. "Well done!" He held her tight, lifting her feet off the ground as he spun around. Daphne yelped as she clung to him as he did, while laughter and cheering resounded from around them.
After he set her down, Daphne moved towards her mother and sisters, all of whom crowded round her to see her results. Harry smiled, a little wistfully, as he watched her grandfather kiss her softly on the head once he'd seen her scores. Feeling a presence next to him, he turned his head to see Neville stood by him, looking back.
"I know, Harry." Was all he said. Harry nodded in understanding.
Looking at the envelope in his friends hand, Harry waved a hand. "Well, what about you mate?"
Neville looked at the envelope himself before sighing. "Well, I know I passed Herbology, but I'm dreading the Potions and Defence scores…"
"Hey…" Harry placed a hand on the others boy's shoulder. "You're a lot better than you think you are Neville. Come on, have a little faith in yourself."
Sighing once more, Neville opened the envelope. "Well, let's see the bad news…" He trailed off however as he looked over his results. "Well… that's, unexpected." He said quietly after several seconds. Curious Harry stepped over to see.
Ordinary Wizard Level Results
Neville Albert Longbottom
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Astronomy 62% A
Care of Magical Creatures 76% E
Charms 78% E
Defence Against the Dark Arts 91% O
Herbology 143% O+H
History of Magic 64% A
Muggle Studies 47% P
Potions 54% A
Transfiguration 73% A
… … … … … …
You have achieved 9 OWLs
…
"Way to go Neville!" Harry whooped, clapping him on the back. "What did I just tell you? You scored better than I did."
Neville looked at him in confusion. "You got more Exceeds."
"But you've got two Outstanding's. Plus an extra OWL point." Harry countered grinning.
"Boys." Lily laid an arm around both of them. "It's not the final score that matters. What matters is that you passed. Though, an Honours in a subject is nothing to sneer at." Smiling she kissed Neville's forehead. "Well done. Alice would be so proud."
Neville sniffed, his eyes misty. "Thanks Mrs Potter. I mean… Auntie Lily." He corrected himself at her mock stern look. She'd been telling him to call her that ever since he'd joined the training sessions.
"OH MERLIN!"
The excited shriek was all the warning they got before a blond haired bombshell jumped all over Neville. "I passed everything!" Hannah's voice came from the now bouncing pair, brimming over with joy. Suddenly she stopped her jumping, staring into her betrothed's eyes, before kissing him passionately. With her arms around Neville's neck, Harry was able to get a good look at her scores.
Ordinary Wizard Level Results
Hannah Mary Abbot
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Ancient Runes 68% A
Astronomy 76% E
Care of Magical Creatures 65% A
Charms 81% E
Defence Against the Dark Arts 87% E
Herbology 86% E
History of Magic 61% A
Muggle Studies 68% A
Potions 79% E
Transfiguration 67% A
… … … … … …
You have achieved 10 OWLs
…
Once the pair separated Harry nodded towards the sheet. "Not too shabby at all Miss Abbot." He said with a grin. Hannah blushed brilliantly at his words.
"Hey Harry, you've already got five witches. Back off. This one's mine." Neville cut in playfully, grinning happily.
"Wouldn't even think it Neville." Harry chuckled. "I'd never survive what they'd do to me!" Laughter filled the hall at his joke. Off to the side Victor and Emily smiled as they looked at each other happily. It had been far too long since the manor had echoed with the sound of laughter.
As the laughter ebbed Tracy sighed. "Guess it's my turn now." She said softly before withdrawing her results. Seeing her hesitate, Harry moved over to wrap an arm around her shoulders. Tracy smiled at him warmly for his act before she flipped the results open.
Ordinary Wizard Level Results
Tracy Elizabeth Davis
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Ancient Runes 81% E
Astronomy 68% A
Care of Magical Creatures 74% A
Charms 83% E
Defence Against the Dark Arts 72% A
Herbology 82% E
History of Magic 61% A
Potions 95% OH
Transfiguration 73% A
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You have achieved 9 OWLs
…
Beaming, Harry kissed her on the cheek. "Well done." Tracy flushed crimson at the attention as Hermione came over to look at her results as well.
A small smile was on McGonagall's face as she approached once more. "Yes, well done each and every one of you. I was very impressed with the results of everyone here. I hope to see NEWT scores of equal achievement, at least."
Harry grinned as he continued to hold Hermione and Tracy. "We'll do our best Professor. At least I shouldn't have a Voldemort vision pushed into my mind during an exam again."
Her lips twitched. "I would hope that that issue will be resolved before then, Lord Potter."
Harry grimaced slightly. "Can we drop the 'Lord' thing, at least between us?"
"Harry... you're going to have to get used to it." Daphne stepped over, her tone slightly reproaching. "You are a Lord now, and to not respect that is an insult to you, the title, and your family." Her expression softened. "Informally, between friends and family it's okay to drop the titles. But in formal settings you should accept the usage of your title.
Harry sighed, hanging his head. "Okay Daphne, point taken. I just have visions of Ron's head exploding, to say nothing of Malfoy's reaction."
Daphne cocked her head to one side. "Weasley losing his head would be a loss... why?"
"It's not like he uses it for anything besides eating." Susan chipped in. "In fact, without it he could just pour food straight down into his gullet."
Harry blanched. "Thank you for that mental image Susan."
"Rest assured that as long you are my student, you will always be Mr Potter to me." McGonagall said softly. After a moment's hesitation she pressed on. "It is fortunate that you have brought up Mr Weasley in fact. Due to his results, I cannot in good conscious allow him to remain Prefect. To be honest he was not my choice for Prefect last year. I wanted to give the badge, and the honour, to you Harry. But I was overruled." Her hand dipped into her pocket. "I hope that you will accept both my apologies for not fighting Albus more last year, and this." Held out in her hand was the Prefect Badge, gleaming slightly in the light.
Eyes turned to look at Harry, each showing a range of emotions. Harry however had a blank expression on his face as he thought about what McGonagall was offering. Did he want this? The responsibility, the pressure? Should he really take on this role, as well as everything else he had now? He bowed his head in thought.
Around him the tension rose. Both Daphne and Hermione felt that he should, and had the urge to tell him so, but both held back. Hermione because she knew Harry did not respond well to pressure, while Daphne felt that it had to be his choice.
Lily knew he could go either way. Personally she knew it would be a good learning experience for him, but no matter which way he chose she would support him.
Finally he looked up to meet the professors gaze. "Professor McGonagall, I accept both your apologies... and the responsibility." He held out his hand, palm up.
Smiling, McGonagall laid the badge in his hand. "Thank you Harry. You earned that badge, more times than I can count. It was yours by right last year. You have all the qualities for the position... and for Head Boy."
Harry smiled, but couldn't reply as he was engulfed by hugs from the young women around him. With a fond expression at his predicament, McGonagall turned to look at one of the onlookers. "With Harry as Prefect, I cannot ask him to also shoulder the burden of Quidditch Captain. Thus, there is only one person who has the experience needed for the role…" She held out her hand towards Katie. Gleaming in her palm was another badge, that of Team Captain.
Katie looked between McGonagall and the badge several times. "But, I mean…"
"Take it Katie." Harry called from his cluster. "I may have been on the team almost as long as you, but I don't recall anything about Woods plays or tactics. I'd just muck things up." He chuckled then. "In fact, the only more obsessed with Quidditch than Wood is Ron."
"Yes, I've noticed. However, Mr Weasley has only been on the team a year, and had a… variable one at that." McGonagall commented. "Besides, his grades means that he has to focus on them to the exclusion of all else." She refocused her attention on Katie. "Miss Bell however, I am confident can juggle the demands of Team Captain and her studies successfully."
Slowly Katie reached out and took the badge. "I… I hope I don't disappoint you Professor."
"You could only do that if you don't do your best." Was her reply.
After lunch the student group gathered in one of the studies in the east wing, underneath the guest rooms off the Grand Hall. They had been using this room for all their summer classes, echoing its use in years gone by, back when the Potter House Troops were drilled and instructed in the wing.
Professor McGonagall stood at the front of the room, looking them over. It pleased her to see nothing but interested, alert faces, a refreshing change from her normal classes. Remus was sat to one side, ready to assist as needed.
"The Angimagus Transformation is one of the most advanced fields of magic in Transfiguration. Normally I would only bring this topic up in your seventh year, but given not only your progress this summer, but also your past academic records..." Harry lowered his eyes at that, but raised them again when Hermione touched him gently on the back of the hand. "...and your personal stakes in the matter..." her eyes were on Harry as her tone softened "...I am willing to give you direction.
"Now, due to my duties at Hogwarts, I cannot give you the constant supervision and direction that I would like. Fortunately, Mr Lupin here has offered to do so in my stead." At their looks, Remus nodded and gave a quick thumbs up. 'Makes sense.' Hermione thought. 'He's already assisted one group achieve this feat... though I wonder...'
"Now... the first stage of the entire process is to find one's inner animal form. There are various ways of doing this. The accepted way, and the most often used, is via a potion induced dream state. This is the Ministry Approved method. However, this method is the weakest, as it gives you only a general feel for what type of animal your form would be. It also suppresses the instinctive understanding of the animal form."
"Why Professor?" Hermione asked, looking scandalised. "Surely it would only benefit those attempting to find their forms?"
McGonagall nodded towards her favourite student. "You are on the right track there Miss Granger. I should not be telling you this, but the main reason for the poor image formed during the dream is due to the Ministry approving an inferior potion. Think about it for a moment; An accomplished and skilled animagus can take almost anything they are wearing or carrying with them when they change. The tales of 'cat burglars' were started by a string of burglaries were carried out by a small number of cat-form animaguses; they used their form to enter and exit the property, taking their loot with them when they escaped the scene of the crime. In a similar vein, an assassin could infiltrate a heavily warded manor, kill their target, and escape again in their form with no one wiser."
"Surely there are spells to detect someone in an animal form?" Tracy asked, her expression having changed from mild interest to intrigued.
McGonagall smiled sadly. "No, though there have been a few half-hearted attempts to craft one. The Ministry does require any witch or wizard who achieves the Animagus Transformation to register with them; failure to do so carries a steep fine."
Harry scowled. "So instead of actually making an effort and improve themselves, they made it harder for people to do it?"
"Correct Mister Potter. Fortunately for you, I am not bound by Ministry regulations." Seeing a familiar look on Hermione's face, McGonagall paused. "You have another question Miss Granger?"
Hermione sighed. "I was just wondering how the instinct suppression you mentioned is involved..."
McGonagall sighed. "That is, as Albus once said, a case of people doing what is easy instead of what is right. In theory, any person, even muggles, can achieve an animagus form. A muggle would require to partake of a magical substance to 'kick start' the change, but they could do it. Force of will and understanding are the key parts of this practice.
"But it is that understanding that is the issue. The Animagus form is a reflection of one's inner self, of each person's core self and beliefs. For example, James was rather prideful. justified, I will admit. He also had a presence, and a subconscious desire to be the centre of attention. But he also wanted to be the best at whatever he set his mind too, and while he had his pride, he was also very noble and protective. A mighty stag was a perfect reflection of his inner self then. A noble, alpha creature, leader of a herd, and its protector.
"Sirius Black's form was also a reflection of his core nature. Faithful and loyal even unto death, an aggressive protector and an 'us and them' attitude. But he was born and raised a Black, even if he rejected it, and that upbringing had an effect. Hence the Grim form."
McGonagall hesitated then, glancing towards Remus. The werewolf sighed in response. "Yes, a rat is very fitting for Peter. We only saw the good side of him having that form. Neither James nor Sirius could sneak about like Peter could. We didn't think about what it meant for who he was..."
McGonagall nodded before turning back to the enthralled teens. "To understand one's form, one has to understand oneself. And that, it has been found, is something that many people are unwilling to do. To accept all their traits, the good... and the bad. Some are even unnerved at even the idea that they could have such animalistic traits." Her eyes were on Hannah, who was looking nervous. Neville laid his hand over hers, calming the blonde with his touch.
"Can you choose your form?" Harry asked, trying to help Hannah get over her nerves with the topic.
"Only if you use what is known as the Ratenburg method. Instead of finding ones core self, that method imposes a form over the top. It involved forced transfiguration of a person's body, over and over again, into the desired form. Eventually, the person's body is so used to the change that they can consciously change at will. The process is painful, requires Transfiguration skills beyond NEWT level, and can take years, often at least two. And that is with working on it every single day."
Seeing the look on Harry's face, McGonagall smiled. "Fortunately for you, your ancestors had extensive contact with, and earned the trust of, the real masters of the Animagus Transformation... the native American Indians. Over the centuries they have refined and improved almost all aspects of the process. Using their methodology, almost anyone, even those commonly considered unable to achieve a form, can benefit."
At this Fleur raised a hand. "Ah, Profeszor, by what do you mean? It iz well known that Veela cannot..."
"That is true Miss Delacour. The same can be said for Werewolves and Metamorphs." Both Remus and Tonks, who'd been sat by the door listening in out of curiosity, now perked up. "From my understanding of the texts here in the Potter's library, the Indian's exercises and work allows such individuals more control over their... uh, alternate selves." McGonagall paused to look between Harry and Remus. "In fact, one of your ancestors theorised that this could allow a werewolf to gain control over their affliction. Far more so than Wolvesbane does today. However he died before he could investigate such an idea." As the werewolf sat back, clearly deep in thought, McGonagall turned back to the students.
"Now, we will be using the Indian method to help you both find your forms, and to help you achieve your forms, if you have one. Not only is it faster and more effective than the European methods, but there are two additional advantages. Firstly, conventional European theory is that a person may only have one form, and that no one can take a magical form. The Indians say, and proved, otherwise on both counts."
"That's how Sirius became a Grim then!" Daphne jumped in, eyes wide in excitement. "I was trying to understand how he could have achieved a major magical form, when everything and everyone says you can't even have a minor one."
McGonagall nodded. "Yes, I suspected that James shared the Indian method, it would explain not only Sirius, but also Petigrew. I'm afraid he never excelled as a wizard." There were several snorts at her assertion.
Harry's eyes were bright and eager now. "So... what do we do?"
"First off, you enter a dream-state, a trance if you like. Accounts of what happens during the dream-state vary, but in general, you will either observe your animal forms... or more rarely experience it through your forms eyes." McGonagall explained, moving towards a desk to one side. Knowing the look that was appearing on his face behind her, McGonagall continued. "There are two ways to achieve such a state. A slow way... and a fast way."
"We don't have time for the slow way." Harry stated with conviction.
Unseen by the students, McGonagall allowed a smirk to form on her face. "We figured you would say that. Remus?"
Remus suddenly pulled his wand. A ring of runes suddenly glowed, encompassing the students. A pair of small urns at either end started to smoke, the smoke swirling around them.
Hermione gasped. "A ritual? Wait, don't we..." She trailed off as she passed out, slumping down onto the table.
Harry looked sharply at Remus even as the others followed Hermione's example. The smoke was getting thicker, though his eyes gleamed through it. "Remus, you are soooo..." He trailed off as the smoked blocked him off, and a soft thump came from within.
From the side lines, Fleur was watching with her mouth hanging open, while beside her Tonks started to chuckle. "Oh Remus, you just had to prank them."
The werewolf only grinned.
'uggh... I'm going to kick Moony's butt for that...' Harry thought to himself. He paused in thought however when he felt... something. Air streaming over him, a sense of freedom and power. Of peace. Harry felt his nerves calming as he recognised the sensations. He was flying, his one true and total release.
Opening his eyes, he saw he was amongst the clouds. All around him were fluffy masses of cloud, not hemming him in but embracing him in a gently shifting landscape of greys. As all the tensions and pressures faded away Harry embraced the sensations, letting all his thoughts drift as he turned and banked round a towering column of grey cloud. The night sky overhead was filled with a multitude of glittering stars, brighter and clearer than Harry had ever seen. The moon was only a brilliant crescent in the sky, though its light was enough to bath the cloudy landscape in pale light.
A sense of joy welled up within him, and Harry felt no compulsion or desire to contain it. Without thought he twisted and dived, rolled and banked, dancing between the clouds, threading between streamers with a grace that he'd only approached while on his broom. He looped around and up into one bank of cloud, feeling the cool moisture on his face as he effortlessly sliced through it. Coming out he could almost feel the moons light playing across him as he reached the apex of his loop. Then he was diving down, back into the clouds, embraced by their softness.
Nothing could touch him here. All thoughts of Voldemort, his legacy, the war, everything faded away into the serenity of the clouds. The peace soaked into him, and he allowed his mind to drift with the sensations.
Acting on impulse, Harry started to twist, spinning his way through the clouds. Bursting out into an open patch he pulled up, soaring into the sky once more. Sliding between streamers of cloud, he settled down to cruise for a bit. As if reward for his restraint, the night sky began to glow with a rainbow of colours, forming loops and waves. The Aurora Borealis. Harry was lost in wonder at the display. He'd heard of the Northern Lights display, but never thought he'd ever get the chance to witness them. He watched in awe at the vivid display of blues and greens rippled above him, seemingly close enough to touch but always dancing away again.
So intent on the display above him, Harry didn't notice the expanse of cloud below breaking up. It was only as the lights faded away that he noticed the dark expanse far below the remaining threads of cloud. Curious, he angled downwards, passing through the thin wisps without even feeling them. As he got lower, he began to see that the darkness was not featureless as he had thought. There was a pattern, a rippling to a surface. Then he saw a distorted image of the moon and he realised it was the sea. Looking towards the horizon, Harry saw a definite difference between the sea and the sky. And silhouetted against that horizon was an island.
Harry banked gently around the island, marvelling at the way the waves crashed against the towering rock faces before sink down again, as if gathering strength to try again. He could see the churning of trapped water, the bubbling and frothing around the buttresses. Ahead an arc of rock soared through the air before joining another column that rose from the sea. With nay a thought Harry flew through the gap, seagulls crying above him as they took flight.
Banking past first one then another rock column, Harry's eyes alighted on a region ahead where a low mist was starting to form around a tight cluster of rock pillars. A headland must have been riddled with caves until the sea wore away too much rock, causing most of the upper surface to fall in. Feeling his pulse quicken, Harry narrowed his eyes before willing himself faster, plunging headfirst into the first gap. Almost immediately he had to jerk left to avoid the next rock, only for another wall to appear before him.
He began to grin as he flicked left and right, up and down, flashing through the gaps between the rocks. There was no pressure, no competition, no one else involved. Just him, his skill and ability the only measures between success and failure. He barrel-rolled through one stretch, before taking the low road under a fallen slab of rock before cutting up and sliding sideways through a narrow gap. The rock walls flashed past seemingly close enough to touch, yet he was so sure, so confident in himself, that it felt like miles.
One last gap, and suddenly the open sea was before him. Settling, he pulled back, trading speed for altitude. A gentle turn to the right had him headed for another headland, this one with a thick forest of pine trees atop it.
Passing over the treetops, Harry's eyes were snared by a flash of silver. Looking closer, he saw that it had been the moon reflecting off a small lake in an isolated glade within the forest. Feeling thirsty, he turned back and swooped down into the glade... which turned out to be a bit more than that. The ground appeared to have sunk down in one solid section, leaving the edges vertical all around. A few trees grew within the sinkhole, but mostly it was grass and the lake. Approaching the ground, he put his feet down even as he willed himself slower, before one foot touched the short, coarse grass. His remaining speed bled off in a short run, slowing to a walk at the water's edge. He began to lean forwards, intending to scoop up some water to drink... but froze at what he saw.
The sky had lightened to a dark blue, the stars still sparkling brightly. But what drew his stunned gaze was the dark shape that eclipsed a slice of stars. He could see no details – it was just a black shape – except for the two wide, emerald green cat-like eyes. Eyes that flicked about in time with his.
'What is that thing? How did it sneak up on... Hang on. Where's my reflection?' It was only as he started to turn his head to look around that he realised the truth. The set of eyes shifted with his. 'That is me!'
He no chance to see more, as darkness encompassed his vision...
Lily smiled as she watched the teens talking quietly, discussing their forms. Susan was quite pleased with her horse form, while Daphne was clearly pleased to be a black panther… her smile was bordering on being a smirk. Tracy, who'd not expected to get any result given how she wasn't as gifted as the others, had been shocked when she awoke. "That was one big lizard." She'd said reverently. Further questions and statement had allowed them to identify her form as that of the largest living reptiles on Earth, the Komodo Dragons of the Pacific islands. A powerful form, easily capable of taking down a man.
Sweet Luna was well pleased however. It was a remarkable and heart-warming change from how she'd arrived at the manor. The young woman had bloomed within their families embrace. A wave of melancholy passed over Lily for a moment, but she shrugged it off as Luna smiled once more, her eyes sparkling. Of them all so far, Luna had one of the most useful forms. In their world of Owl Post, one more barn owl flying around would not be noticed at all.
Neville however would draw eyes when he changed… shortly followed by screams as the people those eyes belonged too turned and ran. Meeting a great big Grizzly Bear face to face would do that to almost anyone. Hannah, who again had feared not finding a form, was overjoyed to have seen a German Shepard in her dream-vision.
A sigh escaped her lips as she looked to the still dreaming teens. If any of the young women gathered under their banner could have been her daughter, it would have been Hermione. Her drive, intellect and passion reminded Lily of herself, twenty years ago. And much like herself, Hermione was truly starting to bloom into a beautiful woman as she got older.
Lily's eyes dropped to her lap, where her son Harry's head rested as he continued to dream. Lovingly she stroked back some of his rebellious hair. After putting them all into the dream-state, McGonagall and Remus had levitated each of the teens to comfortable sofa's to sleep off the potion fumes. Lily knew, from experience, that they would not have been pleased had they been left slumped over the desks they had been sat at.
"How much longer?" Lily looked up to the slightly nervous expression on Emma Granger's face. Much like Harry's head rested in her lap, Hermione's lay on her mothers. While the class had been for the teens, most of the other residents of the Manor had been there to listen in... and to find out the results.
"Can't be much longer." Lily told her softly. "The length of time spent in the dream-state appears to correlate to the power of the witch or wizard, the power of the creature or creatures, and a least a half dozen other factors."
Emma sighed herself as she brushed a lock of hair from her daughters face. "I just... I feel sometimes that I'm losing my daughter to a world that I'll never understand..."
"If she were involved with any other family, or you did not love each other as much as you do, then yes you might of." Lily said gently. "But here, you'll always have a place. I'm a muggleborn like her. I know the issues. My own birth family was torn apart because of them. I won't let it happen to yours."
Emma smiled gratefully at the young-looking redhead, but before she could speak Hermione stirred. Blinking slowly the young woman slowly sat upright before drawing her knees to her chest. "Hermione? Sweetheart?" Her mum asked carefully.
"I'm okay mum… It's just…" Hermione trailed off for a moment. "It's just a lot to take in."
"I did fear that Miss Granger would have the most trouble accepting that she can have animalistic traits." McGonagall said softly to Lily before she stepped forwards. "But I would hazard a guess you were successful?" She asked the teen witch.
Hermione shivered slightly. "Oh yes, I succeeded all right." After a few moments she looked up to meet the expectant gazes. "I saw two separate forms."
Daphne gasped. "Two?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes, two. Two very different forms… but I can't understand what they mean for me…"
"Perhaps if you told us what they were…" McGonagall said gently as she sat on Hermione's free side. "…We could help you understand."
Hermione was silent for a moment, before the reassuring touch of her mother's hand on her shoulder steadied her nerves. "The first… was a cat. But not a house cat. It looked more like a Puma or a Wildcat…"
"That does make sense." Susan commented. "If I had to guess beforehand what you'd be, it would have been a cat."
McGonagall was smiling tightly, her eyes dancing at the thought of teaching her favourite student the ins and outs of being a cat animagus. "And the other?"
Hermione sighed. "That's the one that's really bothering me. It was a fox."
"That's actually a good fit too." Daphne said, drawing several wide-eyed looks. "What? A fox is known for its cunning and cleverness. Slightly devious, a bit of a trickster… but it is also a canine, which brings in traits such as loyalty."
McGonagall nodded. "Very good points Miss Greengrass. And such a form has the advantage over a large cat in that you can move about without much notice." She nodded towards Harry. "Now if Mr Potter would kindly awaken…"
As if summoned by her words Harry began to shift about. Lily leaned over him, brushing back his hair as his eyes opened to meet her own.
"Welcome back honey." She smiled proudly at him. "What did you see?"
Harry looked back at her for a moment, before a slightly guilty look passed across his features. "Ah, well…"
"Harry…" Lily said nervously.
"…I didn't actually see my form." He explained quickly.
"Then what did you see?" Remus asked.
Harry slowly sat up himself now, swinging his legs down as he did to sit beside his mother. After a moment he spoke.
"It was… weird. I was actually It. I started out flying… flying between the clouds. It was… wonderful. So peaceful and serene. I was just… able to let go and fly, you know? I saw… I saw the Northern Lights. They were so close, so vivid. After a while I went below the clouds to see an island in the ocean. It looked… like an island in the North. I uh…" Harry paused, deciding not to mention the flight through the rocky obstacle course. "…I flew about and above the island for a bit, before I saw a clearing with a small lake in it. Deciding to land for a drink, I leaned over the water… and saw…"
"Saw what?" Astoria asked excitedly from where she was sat with her older sister.
"Eyes. A pair of eyes." Harry said slowly, the image still crystal clear in his mind. "Two eyes the same as mine… but with cat-like pupils."
"Nothing else?" McGonagall was frowning now.
"No. There was a… shape… but it was black. Couldn't really make it out against the dark sky…" Harry shrugged.
McGonagall sighed herself. "Only you, mister Potter, could have an animagus dream-vision and not only achieve a true connection, but not actually know what you are."
A round of laughter followed her droll statement.
Major Greengrass scowled as he paced back and forth. 'They're late.' Was all that was running through his mind at that moment. The last of his men were supposed to arrive that night, having procured some additional numbers from other splinter remnants of Grindelwald's followers. Most, he was given to understand, consisted of men recruited since their masters defeat, with only a fraction of the training and equipment. Still, that made them a cut above the average wizard. Against the fools in this weak, pathetic countries Auror force, they would be more than enough.
They were also acting as transport for a number of wizards that Voldemort's own men had recruited from the continent. Thugs and barbarians. Weak willed men easily seduced by promises of power and plunder. Greengrass already could tell that Voldemort had no intention of ever honouring his promises… even to himself. No, when the self-styled 'Dark Lord' turned on him, Greengrass would have to take what his due. But he would have to be careful. Greengrass knew that at that moment, he was no match for Voldemort. So far the Dark Lord had shown himself to be rather crude and blunt, without any elegance or style. But he made up with sheer power and brute force…
"Your men are late, major. Perhaps they are not as vaulted as you would have us believe?" Greengrass paused in his stride to glare at his companion, Lucius Malfoy. The blond haired senior Death Eater sneered back, his face twisted by the deep scar that slashed across his cheek. The contempt he felt was clear.
"My men will arrive, Malfoy. Unlike yours, they are reliable." Lucius's scowl deepened.
"If that's the case… where are they?" He waved a hand around the empty dock they were stood in. Some containers were stacked to one side, and a cargo crane arched overhead, but at this time of the night the docks at Great Yarmouth were all but shut down, awaiting the dawn to start again. The dock area they were stood in was only gloomily lit by a few lights, creating long shadows that hid his men as they stood watch. Not that they expected any intrusion, but one could never be too sure. The sole muggle guard at the gate was sleeping, and would not wake for anything for hours yet. Greengrass knew that had Malfoy been in command he would have killed the overweight muggle without a thought: his disgust when they walked by the guard hut made that clear. Greengrass had been forced to explain to him, as one would to a child, that killing the guard would alert the muggle authorities that someone had wanted or done something at the docks during the night, drawing attention to them. This they did not want. However, a guard falling asleep on duty… who would take notice of that?
"They must have a good reason…" Greengrass returned his thoughts to Malfoy's words, his teeth grinding.
Malfoy snorted. "Such slackness will not be tolerated by the Dark…"
"Major! Ship approaching!" One of Greengrass's men called out, cutting the aristocrat off.
Hissing at his words, Greengrass spun. "Take cover fool! We don't know who it is!"
From the base of the crane he watched as a dark shape approached the dock from the ocean. The modest sized ship – he could not make out much detail in the dark – approached without lights on or anything. Faintly he heard the props thrash the water before a shudder ran through the ground as the ships bows brushed against the dockside. Metal squealed as the ship scrapped along the concrete for a few seconds, prompting a wince from Greengrass. 'That was sloppy…'
At last the ship was still, and Greengrass looked it over. It was a smallish ferry, one that placed more importance on carrying passengers than vehicles. The bows had stopped just clear of the end of the dock, while only a few faint lights came from within. After a moment a gangway was pushed out from the deck to the dock, and a figure walked quickly down. "Herr Major?" the man called out.
Greengrass relaxed. It was his sergeant, the man he'd left behind to coordinate the gathering of the men. Stepping out of the shadows, he stalked towards him. "Sergeant Valmerov."
The Sergeant snapped to attention. "Heil Grindelwald!"
"Would you mind explaining the delay sergeant? Or why you chose to use this…" Greengrass waved his hand towards the ferry. "… this ship?"
"Sir, it took more time to load one factions equipment than we anticipated. This ship was the only one that could carry the equipment in question."
Greengrass's eyebrow rose. "Curious. Well then, have the men unload, if you please."
"Jawohl, Herr Major!" The Sergeant spun on his heel before almost running back up the gangway. Within a minute figures began to stagger down the gangway, clearly feeling the effects of a rough crossing. Greengrass watched carefully as each man stepped off. It was easy to tell the mercenaries and other barbarians from those that were part of the Factions. The later were staggering worse and clung together in groups, all dressed in rough wizards robes. The Grindelwald faction members at least were better able to conceal their own nausea, and were more uniform in dress, mostly crude facsimiles of the infamous combat tunics. Only a few had the proper weapons, but he noticed several had the Russian made AK-47 as part of their gear. He shivered before forcing his ire down. They would do… for now.
Of course, his own men stood out like sore thumbs. Dressed impeccably in their slate grey uniforms with their weapons ready for inspection, they lined up neatly awaiting his orders. He noted with a touch of pride that not one was wavering where he stood.
"The crew of the ship?" He asked the sergeant.
"Their remains are on board Major. Some of the others decided to pass the time with them."
Greengrass scowled in annoyance. That was not going to help them. "Be sure to scuttle the ship then. Somewhere and somehow the muggles can't recover the remains… or learn of her last cargo."
"Sir, a volunteer crew is ready to ensure a collision with another ship or platform. Charges have already been laid to ensure she sinks."
"Very good." Looking along the lines, the Major frowned as he saw that the bow loading ramp was down. "Why is the ramp down?"
The Sergeant actually grinned. "Major… the equipment I mentioned requires the ramp lowered."
"What could possibly require…" Malfoy begun, but the sound of diesel engines starting cut him off.
Greengrass stepped towards the bows slowly, eyes narrowed in thought, as the nose of a truck eased down the ramp. It swung around, drawing a trailer behind it out onto the dock and into the light. Greengrass's eyes widened when he realised what was revealed.
It was only weak light, but there was no mistaking the form that rested on the trailer. Nor on the second that followed the first truck down.
Reverently he walked forwards, eyes filled with the squat, intimidating forms that seemed to brood on the trailers. Malfoy followed, his brow creased in confusion and disgust. "What are you so enthralled by now?"
Greengrass didn't turn to look at him, just raised his hand to run it across a wheel of the beast before him. "Have you not heard of Tiger Tanks Malfoy?" He asked quietly, his voice filled with awe.
Many miles away, a British intelligence officer stared with alarm at the live video feed from a surveillance camera that overlooked the docks. Greengrass and his men may have technology literate up to the nineteen-fifties, but they had completely disregarded the slim, narrow boxes that rode atop tall poles around the docks. The intelligence officer had caught the first incursion, when one of the Magi-SS had suddenly appeared in behind the guard shack. Now he picked up a phone to call in the serious escalation of the threat that he'd been briefed to look out for, making sure the record function was running. As the other end of the line picked up he watched as with a shimmer the two deadly tanks were overlaid with the image of wide bodied cranes…
DR: There's something to chew on. In regard to Harry's form... all will be revealed... when the time is right. I'm sure that most of you can guess what it is though... Use PM's if you want confirmation. Let's not spoil the surprise for others... D