A/N - DISCLAIMER - I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter, this is just my little sandbox, welcome. This story is rated Mature/Explicit for a reason. While it will be a crackfic, with lots of hopefully humorous moments, there will also be copious amounts of explicit lemons, so leave now if you aren't into that sort of thing. Going for the same sort of tone as The Sword of Gryffindor...ish.
Chapter One - The Siren King
Praying that the gillyweed wouldn't wear off soon, Harry delved further into the murky depths of the Black Lake, thankful for the extra speed he had due to the new flipper-like changes to his hands and feet. He wondered how he would have fared in the school races back at Stonewall High when he was 13, in the year before his first year at Hogwarts if he'd had access to the magical herb. He'd been the captain of the under-14s swimming team before being invited to start his first year at Hogwarts on his fourteenth birthday. Ever since joining the team, he'd loved the peace from both being able to spend three evenings a week away from the Dursleys and from when he swam underwater,.Just being alone beneath the surface of the pool he'd forget all the bullshit, and was at peace, nothing else in the world, just him and the water. He definitely didn't feel peaceful now though, his eighteen-year-old muscles ached as he frantically swam towards the soft singing he could hear from beyond some tall lengths of what he thought was seaweed ahead. While making his way through the brush, he briefly wondered if he should call it seaweed if it were in a lake, but his attention was diverted when he emerged and made out the scene ahead and below him. Down on the lake bed, were around fifty or so merpeople, several of whom were standing guarding precisely who he was looking for. 'What he'll sorely miss' was clearly the floating body of Ron, who was one of four people currently tied to some huge runed obelisks. The problem was, Harry had gotten there first and so through the gloom, he could also see that Hermione was tied up, as well as Cho and another blonde girl who Harry presumed was there for Fleur, they looked related.
He swam down as fast as he could and quickly untied Ron, whose unconscious form began to float upwards slowly. Harry cast his eyes around where he'd come from and then to his left and right, but he saw no sign of any of the other three champions. Looking at his watch, there were still about fifteen minutes remaining. He floated there for a good five minutes, waiting as around and around in his head whirled the ethereal voices singing the end of that damn poem that he'd discovered from the golden egg -
'But past an hour, the prospect's black,
Too late, it's gone, it won't come back.'
At his side, Cedric turned up, quickly untying Cho and making off with her, but not without tapping his hand to his watch pointedly at Harry and gesturing towards the surface. Harry nodded his acknowledgement and went back to staring at Ron and the remaining two still tied-up hostages.
Would they die if they weren't rescued? Deciding that he wasn't willing to wait to find out, he swam towards the obelisk to which Hermione was tied and made to untie her ropes, but was startled by a tall, muscular merman pointing a very sharp-looking spear at him.
The creature, who looked nothing like Harry had seen in kids movies, shrieked, "Only one!" it's yellow eyes glaring at him.
"But she's my friend too!" Harry called back, but before he received a response from the merman, a presence shot in front of him from out of the corner of his eye amongst a stream of bubbles. It took Harry a second, but once he spotted the name on the back of his shirt it was clearly Viktor Krum, looking very strange with his head partially transfigured into that of a shark. Krum swam forward quickly and his teeth snapped the ropes at Hermione's feet clean in two and grabbing her roughly with one arm around her middle, he shot away with her toward the surface.
Through his new gills, Harry breathed a sigh of relief watching Hermione rescue. Now just Fleur's hostage, whoever she was, remained tied up to one of the runed obelisks. Harry grabbed Ron's ankle and pulled him down to stop him from floating away. Looking back at his watch, he realised he only had about ten minutes to go and he had no idea whether the Gillyweed would let him breathe for a full hour or not.
He wouldn't leave, he decided, because if Fleur didn't show up, this girl might die. He waited for five more minutes, looking around frantically. Still, nothing. He felt an uncomfortable tingling at his neck and he felt acutely aware that the Gillyweed would wear off very soon. Deciding he could wait no longer, he powered his new flippers as hard as he could towards the Beauxbatons hostage and quickly untied the ropes holding her to the stone. Spotting a merman out of the corner of his eye, he made to dodge behind the obelisk, but then something very strange happened. The merman froze where he was and then backed away very sharply. Initially taken aback at the sudden change, Harry looked around him and saw that around the base of the obelisk, bubbles had started appearing, and it was a lot of them. They ascended quickly but popped quicker, making the water very warm. As he followed the bubbles ascent, Harry saw the hundreds of runes carved into the obelisk were now glowing a brilliant white. He blinked. They were glowing whiter somehow, and brighter and brighter. He could barely even see. The next moment, the whiteness was so bright that it was fast filling up his vision until -
Until he didn't feel like he was underwater anymore. Where was he? Everywhere around him, above and below him was still brilliant white, but didn't hurt his eyes anymore. He looked down and saw that he had no body all. He knew was that he was just 'somewhere', wherever that was. He knew his gillyweed was going to run out soon, so naturally the first real question that he formed in his mind was: 'Did I die?'
"No, Harry, you have not died," came a voice from all around him. It was soft, female, beautiful. It felt wonderful, cleansing, pure, like it was drawing him somewhere and everywhere all at once. He needed to be closer to it, but yet, he was already within it. But...where was he?
"I've brought you here to the edges of my realm because today you have done something wonderful, Harry, you have kept my peoples safe."
Harry of course had no idea what this voice was on about, or who she even was.
I am Naga, the Goddess of fertility and of song, creator of the Veela, the Sirens and the Merpeople. In this place, I am without beginning and without end, but like you, I do not naturally dwell on this plane. I have brought you here to make you an offer, a reward. While I can feel and answer the many questions you have, it is better that you listen while I explain.
Thousands of years ago, around the time of the inception of your Wizengamot, the wizard Merlin brokered a treaty between two species of my creation, the Veela, creatures of fire, earth and passion and the Merpeople, creatures of water, logic and tranquillity. Natural opposites, my two species had been killing each other for centuries, waged several wars and had brought both sides nearly to the point of total extinction. Both sides' leaders were unwilling to discuss any truce, but Merlin sought and found an audience with myself. In return for his help, I granted him the Silver Tongue, the power present in my third creation, to help him to convince the two sides to meet. The treaty stopped the war and both of my species flourished. Today, if the young Veela Gabrielle Delacour had died, the treaty would've been broken and the war would rage anew, but there would be no end and extinction would be inevitable. Gabrielle's sister, Fleur, is already on the surface, praying for her safe return. You, already a child of fate, did what the great Merlin did, at great risk to himself he stayed and ensured both species' survival.
"But she's still there," Harry blurted in his mind in panic, "The time's almost up!"
"Do not worry, time is frozen while you are here with me. We have an unlimited amount of time, though I'm sure we will not need very long for this discussion. Not only did you stop a war that would've surely annihilated two of my species, you risked your own life and that of your best friend to do it, to ensure that all got home safely. Your gillyweed would have run out before the three of you hit the surface and even though it's possible that you could've survived anyway by using your magic, it was certainly not a surety.
"It would have?" Harry asked, immediately feeling very guilty, now knowing that Ron might've died as well, having not really been thinking about that at all.
"This is the part where I reward you, for a price of course, though as I already see in your mind it is a price I'm sure you would pay. I wish to reward you with powers. Powers that will give you the tools to shape and change the wizarding world as you see fit, to defeat the Dark Lord once and for all, and to have a large and happy family."
"What kind of powers?" Harry replied, both interested and sceptical. There was no way there wasn't a catch.
"As I have said, I created three species in my time on your Earth. The third was the mighty Siren, beings of song, love and truth. Unfortunately, they are now extinct. I will give you the power to begin the species again, to make a new generation. I would turn you into one."
"Sirens like from the Greek myths? The ones that used to lure fishermen to the sea? I don't want to turn into a sea creature," Harry said in alarm. If this wasn't a good deal, he was scared of risking the anger of this Goddess and denying her, but what could he do? He didn't want to leave his life at Hogwarts regardless of how overwhelming as it was at the moment.
"The very same, though with this iteration the siren will not be a creature that is bound to be near water in any way. You will look the same, feel the same, but you will not be the same. You will be the prime siren, The Siren King. Your offspring will be sirens and thus the species will begin anew. The powers I give you will help you to do this. There shall be four groups of powers, one for each of the mighty obelisks to which Merlin summoned the Veela to entreat with the goblins. Those obelisks are the very same as those to which the Triwizard champions' hostages were tied.
The first will be the gift I gave to Merlin, the Silver Tongue, the powers of Mind. At will, the words you speak will be totally convincing to all and as long as they are recorded verbatim, believed when read. I cannot overstate how dangerous this power could be, so you would need to treat it with care. If you tell someone that they should remove their clothes and run naked through the streets, they will subconsciously believe that they should, and would. There are limitations, however. It wouldn't work if you told someone to end their own life, and you couldn't force someone to sleep with you or cause permanent bodily harm to someone else. However, you could make great changes to your world. You could quite easily topple that farce you call The Ministry of Magic, for example.
Secondly, the powers of Body. To guarantee your survival and the survival of the species I will change your body to one that is similar in most ways to the human, but with greatly increased musculature. You will be in peak physical condition while keeping your body's natural type.
Thirdly, the powers of the Sea. In order for you, your friend, Ronald and the Veela, Gabrielle to leave the lake alive, you will be able to breathe underwater and swim at the speed of the gillyweed you consumed. At your neck, you will grow gills when underwater, but your limbs will not change shape.
And finally, the fourth power group will be the powers of Sex and Procreation, tailored to maximise the chances of the siren race being reborn and flourishing. At your intent, those that you touch will become increasingly sexually attracted towards you. As such an inherently magical species, the conception of the siren can only happen through the male Siren and his female partner's mutual orgasm, the moment when their magical cores are the most synchronised. Your penis will change when erect to the best size for the woman's pleasure and you will gain an intuitive, near-instinctive understanding of the female and the best way to bring her to climax."
Harry was gobsmacked. He knew that if this was the real deal, these powers would be anyone's dream come true. How long had he been waiting to have sex again? The only time he'd done it had been the summer before last with a girl he'd known from Stonewall and while he was happy he'd gotten the virginity thing over and done with, the whole experience was awkward and not that great if he were honest. The other powers would be astonishing, a new body, he wouldn't be scrawny Harry anymore…wait. The other powers were nothing in comparison to the Silver Tongue, were they?! He could cause some real chaos at the school if he could get anyone to believe anything. Merlin, he could tell everyone Draco's real name was Danielle or something and that it would be a great insult to his family to call him anything else. He could get Sirius free! Where did he sign?!
Harry stopped his excited train of thought with a sigh. Powers like this certainly wouldn't come for free.
"And what do I need to do in return for this? Kill your enemies or something?"
"No, Harry. I am a being of life, of creation. You will simply need to create the new race. To minimise inbreeding, you must have 7 babies with 7 different women before you are seventy. For the first seven years, you will be able to decide at will whether or not your semen contains sperm. After that, it will be always present and will always fertilise the female when ovulating, even if she is using another contraceptive method.
"So I have to have seven children, one with each woman?" Harry asked, that didn't sound so hard, not with all those powers.
"No, seven children with each woman. Forty-nine in total."
"Woah," Harry said. That changed things. How would he even keep up with them all? He didn't want to be a father who didn't have time for his kids, he'd seen plenty of that when he was younger, but then again, would he ever really need to get a job?
"It is a large number of offspring, but with the powers I'd have granted, you will be able to manage such a household. Your children will also not have all of your powers, only beauty and a muted version of the Silver Tongue. The first seven generations will also only be able to birth Sirens, even if they procreate with a human. And do not fear the Dark Lord Voldemort, with the powers I would grant you, you could end him with a single sentence.
His mind blanked. He hadn't even thought about that. How hadn't he even thought about that?
"But you said I couldn't tell someone to kill themselves."
"But you could tell them to do something else. Like lock themselves up and throw away their wand and the key."
Well that was it. Decision made.
"Does it hurt?" Harry asked.
"No. I will make the change before I bring you back to your plane."
"Good," Harry said, with a nod. That would be a lot of change to his body. Could he even nod if he didn't have a body right now? He intended to anyway, he thought.
"I'll do it. Will I ever see you again?"
"Perhaps one day, it depends on what happens. Until then, Harry. Good luck.
Harry's eyes opened, instantly both knowing that he'd returned to Black Lake and that everything was different. He glanced at his arms, they were longer, thicker. All of him seemed to be from what he could see of his legs and torso. The change was so striking that he looked around himself in disbelief, wanting to know if anyone else was seeing this. They were, the merpeople were forming around him and the obelisks in a circle as fast as possible, before they all knelt in the sand of the lake bed and bowed in reverence. He looked around. Wait? What time was it? Where was his watch? His vest top felt like it was stretched to near breaking, but his watch…it must have snapped off! Before the change, there had been only five minutes left! Would the charm keeping Ron and Gabrielle safe and unconscious break when the hour was up?
Swimming as fast as he could towards Ron, Harry roughly grabbed the redhead by his wrist before doing the same with Gabrielle. Kicking his feet as fast as he could, he shot towards the surface. The tingling in his feet was telling him that the gillyweed was wearing off, but the rapid morphing of his hands and feet back into their normal state did nothing to interrupt his speed. He sped past a group of Grindylows, leaving them floundering and Harry and the two hostages' heads breached the surface of the lake a mere five seconds before the large clock above the central platform chimed to signal the hour was up.
Harry smiled at the huge cheer that erupted from all around them and whipped his head around frantically to make sure that Ron and Gabrielle were okay. Thankfully, they'd immediately returned to consciousness upon entering the air and were already swimming towards the main platform, where he was relieved to see that Hermione too was safe. After helping Gabrielle up onto the ladder to the central platform ahead of himself, Harry started to ascend. With each footstep on each rung, the noise of the crowd descended into stunned silence, followed by a great deal of whispers and murmuring.
As he reached the top, Hermione ran over and helped him to his feet, her eyes wide with shock and asked, "Harry, what's happened? What's that on your chest?"
He looked down and saw that right at the centre of his sternum and just below the base of his collarbone, was a glowing blue sigil of some sort had burned through his stretched vest top. a circle with seven concentric triangles spirally rotated and with a diameter about the width of his palm. Gossiping broke out all across the lake. Inwardly, Harry panicked. He should've known they would ask questions. Having them know the powers he had would make everyone avoid him, he would lose a massive amount of impact, but what could he do? 'Wait. Silver Tongue' Harry thought. They would believe what he said!
He turned his head away from Hermione toward the crowd, where Dumbledore, flanked by McGonagall, Fudge, and the other Headteachers pushed their way through the crowd towards him before the elderly headmaster grabbed him roughly by the shoulders.
"Harry! What happened, my boy." Dumbledore said, looking him up and down, "Your body, it's changed! What's that symbol?
Damn. He had to make something up. Something amazing, it would need to be to account for such a change, but believable. Well what happened to him was pretty unbelievable, but they would believe him anyway, wouldn't they? Even if he told them he was blessed by a goddess? But he couldn't tell them about all of his powers, that would cause a panic. Should he even tell them about being a Siren at this point? He needed to make some sort of announcement now, to all, to stop rumours getting out.
"It's important that I make an announcement, Professor," Harry said pointedly, "Can you cast that Sonorous spell for me that I saw Fudge use at the Quidditch World Cup.
"Certainly, Harry, I don't see why not," Dumbledore replied after frowning for a moment. He waved his wand and handed it to Harry who pointed the tip at his neck. He took a deep, nervous breath before speaking. He was going to have to fly by the seat of his pants on this one.
"Everyone, please quieten down and listen carefully." Harry started, trying to project an air of great authority, "I have something very important to tell you. Down there in the Black Lake something very strange and something very important happened to me. While waiting down there to see if Fleur turned up to rescue her hostage the Gillyweed I was using ran out and I was moments away from death. I was suddenly visited and temporarily transported by an unspeakably powerful being who called herself and who proved to me that she was the Goddess of Magic. She created magic itself."
The whole crowd gasped and started chattering incredibly loudly to each other. Dumbledore had gone very pale and turned his head to look in alarm at an equally aghast Professor McGonagall. The sheer volume of the talking from the crowd was so loud Harry could barely hear himself think.
"QUIET! UNLESS YOU DON'T WANT ME TO TELL YOU WHAT SHE SAID!" Harry yelled, shutting them up.
"She said that she wanted to reward me for attempting to save a young Veela girl's life. A creature of fire being killed in the realm of creatures of water would upset something called 'The Balance.' and would've reignited an ancient war between the Veela and the Merpeople. She gave me the power to breathe and to swim well underwater without gillyweed in order to make it out alive, that's why my body is now like this. She couldn't come to our realm herself and I truly had only seconds of air left when she froze me in time. She said she needed to make sure I had the strength to get to the surface for the timer not to run out for me, Ron and Fleur's hostage, who she said was called Gabrielle. The Goddess of Magic didn't tell me her name, if she had one but she told me I would be the voice of her will on earth and that she would sometimes give me information to tell everybody so that magic would flourish and we would lead better lives. She also said that I was not allowed to tell you any more about what happened specifically and not to reveal more about my interactions with her, what she looked or what she sounded like as it would hurt magic itself. The Goddess of Magic decreed that the words I will be saying to you all today and in the further official announcements that she will allow me to make to you through our ongoing connection in the upcoming weeks and months are published in the Prophet exactly as I say them, word for word, for they will be essentially magic's own will. I will not know when they will come, but will only ever announce them in the Great Hall from now. Thank you."
The pandemonium from the platforms was deafening, with people shouting towards each other and towards Harry, many of whom were clamouring to get towards him. Dumbledore, taking his wand back, made a near-deafening sound with it like a firecracker and stopped what they were doing. Once the ringing in everyone's ears had lessened, he announced that everyone was to quieten down and that they should remember what Harry just said about it being important for them not to press him for more information. While there was still a lot of chatter, most of them stood quietly and patiently as the points were awarded. As the new "Chosen of Magic" as they called him, Harry was given first place before the throng was invited to make its way back up to the main school.
'Arry!' Fleur's voice called from his left and Harry looked around to see the ethereally pretty Veela making her way through the leaving crowd and over to him. In her skintight bathing suit, she looked extremely sexy. Her expression changed slightly as he noticed her beauty and Harry was sure he noticed an increase in the sway of her hips as she approached.
'You saved her, even zo she wasn't yours to save, Zank you." she said, before wrapping her slender arms around him and kissing him softly on each cheek. After a moment to pull away and look at him, she chewed the corner of her lip, thinking, before the beautiful French champion leaned forward again and whispered into his ear, "Come by ze Beauxbatons carriage soon, I would very much like to give you a proper reward."
The silvery-blonde-haired French champion was clearly turned on, her cheeks and neck were slightly flushed and Harry was sure he could see her nipples poking through the front of her bathing suit.
"Thanks, Fleur," Harry replied with a smile, "I'll do that."
Yep, there was definitely an increased sway in her hips as she watched her tight little ass walk away, Harry thought, and she looked at him and smirked before being anonymised amongst the bustling crowd.
Ron, who was still next to Harry scowled and said under his breath, "Could've thanked me, not like I didn't help her get to the ladder at all."
With many of the throng still clamouring to get to him, several Aurors who were there for security decided to form a protective barrier, deciding that it would be better that Harry stayed there until most of the people had already made their way back to the castle before going back himself. This meant that it was already about half past five in the afternoon by the time Harry got up to the Gryffindor common room and as he got through the portrait hole he was immediately bombarded by questions from all around him. It was utterly overwhelming.
'Ugh.' he thought to himself, 'Didn't I tell them not to ask me too many questions? I'll slip up if I tell them everything. Hold on, I didn't, I said that I wasn't allowed to tell them, not that they shouldn't ask. Damnit. Well, there's an announcement for the Great Hall.'
"Guys! You should stop asking me questions about what happened. I'll tell you all what I can when I can. Okay?" Harry said loudly.
This immediately seemed to satisfy everyone and people just went off to get ready for the feast. Harry looked around him. This was weird. Could he get anyone to believe they should do anything? Anything at all? How far could he push it?
"Hey, Fred!" Harry said, calling to one of the Weasley twins who was standing with his counterpart, chatting to Lee by the fireplace. The three of them turned their attention towards him.
"What, Harry?" Fred called back.
"You should slap George right across his big freckly face."
"Good idea!" said Fred, who proceeded to wallop his twin, his hand making an audible crack that made many turn around.
George grinned, replying, "I dunno why I was okay with that, can I slap you now?"
"Yeah alright, fair's fair." Fred replied with a shrug, promptly receiving his own slap in return.
'Wicked,' Harry thought to himself. His mind reeling with the possibilities, he went up to the dorms to take a shower. He stripped off his clothes that had been resized by a kindly, blushing Auror with bubblegum pink hair on the way back to the castle and stood in the bathroom mirror, admiring his new body, thinking he looked like Superman or something. The symbol had stopped glowing and now just looked like a thick, black tattoo. Shrugging off his boxers he saw that his cock had grown in proportion to his body and with a grin he turned on the spot, flexing his arms like a bodybuilder in the mirror before jumping into a cubicle to wash the lake grime that felt disgusting being still clung to his skin.
He spent a long time under the steaming water, thinking of what had happened and what he could do to make use of his powers. He wasn't even human anymore, he was a siren and the thought of having to repopulate the species was a daunting one, Forty-nine children was a mammoth task, but he'd been sporting a semi and had found himself watching that young Auror's bottom walk ahead of him all the way back up to the castle. Not usually that horny, he guessed that was another little gift that Naga hadn't told him about. Perpetual horniness. This would bear a lot of thinking about.
His stomach rumbling was the impetus for extricating himself from both his thoughts and the shower. After a quick dry of himself, he wrapped a large, fluffy white towel around his waist, picked up his clothes from the lake and padded back into the dorm room to get ready for the feast. He was thankful that the fifth-year boys' dorm room - who'd learned the resizing charm recently, was only across the way because all of his clothes were now way too small for him. Now standing at just over six feet tall and in his navy boot cut jeans and crisp black shirt he'd had to take care not to whack his head off the portrait hole on his way down to the Great Hall.
As Harry sat down with his back towards the Great Hall window, opposite Hermione and next to Ron, he spotted Cho making her way over to the Ravenclaw table with her friend, Marionette, or something. He'd always thought Cho was pretty, but she was with Cedric and he was the heartthrob of the school. Cho noticed Harry watching her as she passed and at the moment she smiled at him and as he thought of how cute her smile was, her expression changed. She slowed down and flicked her hair across behind her shoulders, her smile deepening. Then, she had a troubled expression on her face and quickly turned away.
'So, the attraction thing works,' Harry thought to himself, 'I was literally thinking about how cute she is and her body language changed. Cool. Weird, but cool. I guess feeling a sudden attraction towards me made her feel guilty or something. Naga said that if I find them attractive, they'll find me attractive and if I touch them it will increase that…but who do I think is hot?'
Harry cast his eyes around his immediate vicinity. Hermione was obviously very pretty to look at and with Ron being as he had been this year, she was his best friend, but he'd never really had a look at her body, she always kept covered up, even in the summer. Ginny, sitting down to her left was undeniably attractive, had a thrilling, fiery personality, had a great sense of humour, and a lot of the other Gryffindors were in agreement that she had a lovely derriere, even though they were scared to voice that opinion if any of the Weasleys were knocking around. Parvati was quite pretty, but Lavender, she was prettier, though he wasn't sure he had much compatibility with either of them, apart from also being in Gryffindor. She didn't have much of an arse either but she had possibly the biggest boobs in their year, apart from maybe Susan Bones.
"Gotta say, Harry," said Parvati, "I'm really liking the new look, the Goddess of Magic really gave you a blessing."
"Thanks, Parvati," Harry replied, smiling gratefully while picking up his water goblet, "I feel stronger too, everything feels really light,"
"I bet you could pick me up," Lavender said, to muted giggles from the other girls and a scowl from Ginny.
"I'd definitely like to give it a try," Harry said flirtatiously as he watched her twirl her long, wavy straw-blonde hair around her finger.
"Did she say anything else to ya, the Goddess, Harry?" Seamus asked from further down the table.
"All in good time, Seamus," Harry replied, "When I can say something, I will."
Seamus and the others who were listening intently round the table nodded or voiced their understanding.
"I've never heard of the Goddess of Magic before," said Hermione, "I'll have to look her up in the library."
"Blimey, Hermione, do you have to know everything? All you ever do is study," said Ron, irritably.
"No I don't," Hermione replied with a frown.
Ron's relentless bagging on Hermione's studying was something that really irked Harry these days. It was pretty much a daily occurrence at this point, so he decided to see if he might put an end to it.
"Actually, Ron. You are the one who should study more. Study to the amount Hermione does and you would likely surpass all your brothers."
"Wow," said Ron, "I never thought about it like that, do you reckon?"
"Yep," Harry replied, with a smile.
For the rest of the meal Ron quizzed Hermione on the best ways to study, while the rest of the Gryffindors looked on in amazement. Hermione, of course, was more than happy to share pointers.
Towards the end of the feast, Dumbledore himself was getting ready to leave and stopped by to speak to Harry at the Gryffindor table.
"Harry my boy, would you come to my office after you've finished eating?" he asked.
"I should come tomorrow, Professor, I have a feeling magic might have a message for you," Harry replied, trying to look serious.
"Oh, how astounding," Dumbledore said, "Perhaps after breakfast then."
"See you then, Professor," Harry replied, smiling.
"See you then," echoed Dumbledore, the old man frowning again before making his own way back.
"You know, all this excitement calls for one thing," said George from the far end of the table.
"Party in the Gryffindor common room!" announced Fred.
Harry knew this was going to be the best year of his life.