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On the other side of the teachers' table, Professor Snape observed the unusual scene unfolding in the Great Hall. His expression remained stoic, but a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.
"Potter's latest attempt to seek attention, no doubt," Snape murmured to himself.
He refused to acknowledge the possibility that Harry's actions might be driven by genuine kindness, reminiscent of his mother, Lily's, gentle nature. Snape's lingering feelings for Lily made it difficult for him to accept any redeeming qualities in Harry.
At the Slytherin table, the students exchanged disapproving glances. "How ridiculous," one of them sneered. "Potter thinks he's so special, breaking the rules like that."
However, Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis exchanged a discreet glance, their faces neutral. Daphne leaned in, whispering, "I think it's rather nice, actually."
Tracey nodded in agreement, her voice barely audible. "Yes, it's about time someone brought the houses together."
But they kept their opinions to themselves, aware that openly supporting Potter's actions would be unpopular among their Slytherin peers.
Snape's gaze lingered on Harry, his expression unreadable. "Time will tell if Potter's actions are genuine or just another publicity stunt," he thought to himself.
As the meal concluded, Snape rose from his seat, his black robes billowing behind him. "I suppose it's my duty to ensure Potter's...enthusiasm doesn't disrupt the natural order of things."
The students climbed the winding stairs of the Astronomy tower, eager for their next class with Professor Sinistra and the Hufflepuffs. Professor Sinistra welcomed them warmly.
"Today, we'll explore the world of magical telescopes," she said. "These enchanted instruments allow us to observe celestial bodies in ways Muggle telescopes cannot."
Harry's curiosity was piqued, but he hesitated to ask his question. He glanced at Hermione, elbowing her gently.
"Hey, Hermione, could you ask Professor Sinistra about the difference between Muggle and magical telescopes?" Harry whispered.
Hermione's eyes sparkled with understanding. She raised her hand. "Professor Sinistra, what sets magical telescopes apart from Muggle ones?"
Professor Sinistra smiled. "Excellent question, Miss Granger! Magical telescopes are enchanted to detect and interpret magical energies emanating from celestial bodies. They also provide more accurate readings due to their resistance to interference from Muggle technology."
As Hermione nodded, taking mental notes, she thought to herself, "Harry's hesitant to ask questions. It's almost as if he's afraid of being punished. He must have had a terrible time at the Dursleys." She also thought, "He hasn't told us the whole truth about his home life."
After the explanation, Professor Sinistra continued, "When we have our night class, you'll have the opportunity to use these telescopes firsthand."
The lesson concluded, and Professor Sinistra dismissed the class. "Your next class will be a practical session. I look forward to seeing your observations."
As they packed up, Harry turned to Hermione. "Thanks for asking that question, Hermione. I really appreciated it."
Hermione smiled. "Anytime, Harry."
Susan and Hannah approached them. "That was fascinating! We can't wait for the night class."
Ron grinned. "We'll get to see the stars up close!"
The group chatted excitedly, already looking forward to their next Astronomy class.
The students filed into the Transfiguration classroom, joining the Ravenclaws for their final lesson of the day. As they took their seats, they noticed Professor McGonagall was nowhere to be found.
The room erupted into chatter, with students catching up on the day's events. Harry, however, observed a tabby cat perched on the teacher's desk, its eyes seeming to watch the class.
"Strange," Harry thought. "That cat's aura feels just like Professor McGonagall's."
Suddenly, the connection clicked. "McGonagall is the cat!" Harry realized. "There must be a way to transform into animals."
He made a mental note to research this fascinating discovery.
Meanwhile, Harry's friends were engrossed in conversation. "Hey, Ron, did you see that Quidditch move?" Neville asked.
Harry leaned in, whispering urgently, "Shh, guys, be quiet and read. Now."
Ron, Hermione, and Neville exchanged confused glances but complied.
The room remained lively, with students laughing and chatting, oblivious to the fact that their professor was observing them in disguise.
After a few minutes, the tabby cat stretched, its body lengthening and shifting. The class gasped as the cat transformed into Professor McGonagall.
"Ah, I see some of you are still unaware of the art of observation," McGonagall said, her eyes twinkling.
The room fell silent, with students looking sheepish. Ron, Hermione, and Neville turned to Harry, impressed.
"How did you know?" Ron whispered.
Harry smiled. "Just a hunch."
McGonagall began the lesson, writing on the blackboard. "Today, we'll explore the fundamentals of human transformation."
The class listened intently, eager to master this complex magic. Harry's mind wandered, already planning his research on animal transformation.
"I'll have to ask McGonagall about it," he thought.
Professor McGonagall stood before the class, her eyes shining with expertise.
"I am an Animagus," she announced, "a wizard capable of transforming into an animal at will. This is the most complex form of transfiguration."
The students listened with wide eyes, fascinated.
"However," McGonagall continued, "I must caution you that becoming an Animagus is not something we will explore in this class. It's a risky and difficult process, requiring years of study and practice."
Ron raised his hand. "Professor, will we learn how to become Animagi in higher classes?"
McGonagall smiled. "Even in higher classes, learning to become an Animagus is not guaranteed. But you will learn the theoretical foundations of this complex magic."
She began writing on the blackboard. "Transfiguration is the art of changing the form or appearance of an object or being. It requires precision, control, and a deep understanding of magical principles."
Hermione's hand shot up. "Professor, how does Transfiguration differ from Charms?"
"Excellent question, Miss Granger," McGonagall replied. "Charms alter the behavior or properties of an object, whereas Transfiguration changes its very form or essence."
Neville looked puzzled. "But, Professor, isn't that a subtle distinction?"
McGonagall nodded. "Indeed, it is. However, mastering this distinction is crucial to becoming a skilled wizard."
As the lesson progressed, McGonagall delved deeper into the principles of Transfiguration, explaining the concepts of wand movement, incantations, and magical energy.
The class listened intently, eager to grasp the complexities of this ancient magic.
Professor McGonagall continued her lesson, emphasizing the challenges of Transfiguration.
"Transfiguration requires immense concentration, control, and practice," she stressed. "It's not a magic to be taken lightly."
The students listened intently as McGonagall explained the three main types of Transfiguration: "You can transform inanimate objects into other forms, animate beings into inanimate objects, and even conjure objects from thin air."
Harry's curiosity was piqued, but he hesitated to ask his question. Hermione noticed his uncertainty and encouraged him with a gentle nudge.
"Go on, Harry, ask your question," Hermione whispered.
Harry took a deep breath. "Professor McGonagall, if we transform an animated being into an object, what happens to its life? If we never transform it back, will it be lifeless forever?"
McGonagall's expression turned serious. "That's a crucial question, Harry. When an animated being is transformed into an object, its life force is suspended, not extinguished. However, if left in that state for an extended period, the being's vitality will begin to fade."
Ron looked concerned. "That's terrible!"
McGonagall nodded. "Yes, which is why Transfiguration must be used responsibly."
Emboldened by Hermione's encouragement, Harry asked another question. "Professor, can we transform an inanimate object into an animate being?"
McGonagall smiled. "Ah, Harry, that's a complex question. The answer is yes, but with significant limitations. You can imbue an object with temporary life-like properties, but creating a truly sentient being from an inanimate object is extremely difficult, if not impossible."
As the lesson concluded, Harry turned to Hermione. "Thanks for pushing me to ask, Hermione. I was hesitant again."
Hermione smiled. "You're getting more confident, Harry. That's great to see."
Harry grinned, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "I couldn't have done it without you."
After distributing notes, Professor McGonagall announced, "Now, it's time for the practical approach. Your task is to transform matchsticks into needles."
The students eagerly began practicing, their wands waving as they attempted the transformation.
Harry's eyes sparkled as he recalled the techniques he had learned at Fawcett Manor. Focusing his wand, he incanted, "Aguja!"
To his delight, the matchstick transformed into a perfect needle. McGonagall's eyes widened in approval.
"Excellent, Harry! 10 points for Gryffindor!" she announced.
Hermione and Lisa Turpin from Ravenclaw soon followed, successfully completing the transformation.
"5 points each for Gryffindor and Ravenclaw," McGonagall said.
Harry noticed Neville struggling, his usual confidence wavering.
"Hey, Neville, remember to keep your wand steady and focus on the matchstick's molecular structure," Harry whispered.
Neville's face lit up with determination. With a renewed attempt, he successfully transformed the matchstick.
McGonagall beamed. "5 points for Gryffindor, Neville! And 2 points for Harry, for assisting his peer."
As the class concluded, McGonagall praised the students who had accomplished the transformation.
"Many students fail to achieve this in their first class. You should all be proud."
Ron looked disappointed, having only achieved 50% transformation.
"Don't worry, Ron," Harry reassured. "You'll get it soon."
McGonagall handed out homework assignments. "Write an essay on the principles of Transfiguration, focusing on object transformation."
As the class dispersed, McGonagall called out, "Harry Potter, please wait."
Harry's curiosity piqued, he lingered, wondering what McGonagall wanted to discuss.
The other students filed out, chatting excitedly about their success.
"What does McGonagall want with Harry?" Ron whispered to Hermione.
Hermione shrugged. "Maybe she wants to give him extra credit."
The door closed, leaving Harry alone with McGonagall, awaiting her next words.
Harry stood before Professor McGonagall, his mind racing with dread. Memories of his Muggle school days flooded back, where staying after class always meant trouble.
"Please, Professor McGonagall, I'm sorry," Harry blurted, his voice trembling. "I won't ask questions again, I promise. Don't punish me."
McGonagall's expression changed from stern to surprised. Her eyebrows furrowed. "Punish you, Harry? Whatever for?"
Harry's eyes dropped, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know, but I always got in trouble at my old school. The teachers would write to the Dursleys, and...and it was always bad."
McGonagall's face softened, her voice gentle. "Harry, you've done nothing wrong. You're not in trouble. You're safe here."
She stepped closer, her eyes warm. "You see, Harry, I'm Minerva, but you used to call me Gran Minnie when you were a baby."
Harry's eyes widened, a distant memory resurfacing. "I did? Offcourse).
McGonagall smiled. "Yes, in the hospital. You would cling to me and say 'Gran Minnie'.
Harry nodded, the memory flooding back.
McGonagall continued, "As someone you trusted with that name, I feel a deep connection to you, Harry. And after missing ten years of your life, I'd like to catch up."
Harry's fear dissipated, replaced by curiosity.
Gran Minnie, aka Professor McGonagall, smiled warmly at Harry.
"Professor Flitwick shared with me your exceptional talent in Charms, Harry," she said. "Performing the Levitating Charm on your first try, before it was even taught, is truly impressive."
Harry's eyes widened with pride.
"It's no surprise, really," Gran Minnie continued. "You've inherited your mother's remarkable talent in Charms. Lily was an exceptional witch."
"And my dad?" Harry asked, eager to learn more.
"James was talented in Transfiguration, just like you," Gran Minnie replied. "But that's not all. Your mother was also skilled in Potions, and your father was an accomplished Quidditch player."
Harry's face lit up, thrilled to learn more about his parents.
"But what's truly remarkable, Harry," Gran Minnie said, "is your ability to bring people together. Your attempt to unite the houses in the Great Hall was inspiring."
Harry's eyes dropped, remembering the incident.
"Professor Sprout informs me you're also showing great promise in Herbology," Gran Minnie added. "And Hagrid says you have a special way with animals."
Harry's emotions swelled as Gran Minnie's words painted a vivid picture of his parents.
"You have the best of your parents in you, Harry," Gran Minnie said, her voice filled with warmth. "But what's most important is that you're special in your own way. You're not just a reflection of James and Lily; you're Harry Potter."
Harry's eyes welled up with tears as he processed Gran Minnie's words.
"Thank you, Gran Minnie," Harry whispered, his voice trembling.
Gran Minnie's expression softened, her eyes shining with affection.
"I'm proud of you, Harry," she said. "Your parents would be proud too."
As Harry struggled to contain his emotions, Gran Minnie opened her arms, offering a warm embrace.
"Family is not just about blood ties, Harry," she whispered. "It's about love and connection. You'll always have that with me."
Professor McGonagall's expression softened as she gazed at Harry, her eyes filled with compassion. Although she suspected Harry's childhood was far from happy, she refrained from prying, knowing that forcing him to open up would only push him further away.
Instead, she offered a gentle smile. "Harry, if you ever need advice or someone to talk to, my door is always open. You're not alone here."
Harry's eyes, still misty, met McGonagall's. "Thank you, Gran Minnie," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
McGonagall's gaze lingered on Harry's face before he spoke again.
"Professor, Dumbledore wants to meet me."
McGonagall nodded. "Yes, I'm aware. He mentioned it to me earlier."
Harry's curiosity piqued, but McGonagall offered no further explanation.
"Come to my office at 5 o'clock this evening," she instructed. "I'll escort you to Dumbledore's office from there."
Harry nodded, his mind racing with questions.
With a quiet "thank you," Harry turned to leave, his eyes still misty from their emotional conversation.
As Harry exited the room, McGonagall watched him go, her expression a mix of concern and understanding. She knew that Harry's journey would be fraught with challenges, but she was determined to support him every step of the way.
The door closed behind Harry, leaving McGonagall lost in thought, her eyes fixed on the empty space where Harry had stood.
As Harry approached the Gryffindor common room, his misty eyes immediately caught the attention of his friends. Neville, Hermione, and Ron exchanged worried glances, their minds racing with concerns.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Ron asked, rushing to his side.
"Did something happen with Professor McGonagall?" Hermione added, her brow furrowed.
Neville's eyes widened with concern. "Was she harsh on you?"
Harry's expression transformed, a warm smile spreading across his face.
"No, nothing's wrong," he said. "Actually, it's the opposite."
His friends' curiosity deepened.
"Professor McGonagall told me about my parents," Harry explained. "She said they would be proud of me."
Hermione's eyes sparkled. "That's wonderful, Harry!"
Ron grinned. "Told you McGonagall's not that scary."
Neville nodded in agreement. "She's got a soft spot for you, Harry."
Harry's smile broadened. "She called me to her office and told me all these amazing things about Mum and Dad."
As Harry shared more about his conversation with McGonagall, his friends listened intently, their faces filled with joy and understanding.
"You deserve to know about your parents, Harry," Hermione said. "They sound incredible."
Harry's eyes shone, his voice filled with emotion. "I feel like I'm finally getting to know them."
The group settled into comfortable silence, the warmth of the common room and the support of his friends enveloping Harry in a sense of belonging.
The four friends settled into the cozy atmosphere of the Gryffindor common room, claiming a spot near the couch and fireplace.
"Let's get our homework out of the way," Hermione suggested, pulling out her Charms textbook. "We can finish it now and have the rest of the evening free." Harry nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I don't want to be stuck doing it later." Ron hesitated, but eventually relented. "Fine, but can we at least take breaks?"
As they began working on their Charms homework, Harry noticed several first-year students glancing over at them. He had an idea. "Hey, why don't we invite the others to join us?" Harry suggested. "We can all work together." Hermione's eyes lit up. "That's a great idea, Harry!" Ron shrugged. "The more, the merrier, I suppose."
Harry got up and approached Dean, Seamus, Parvati, Lavender, and Sally. "Hey, want to join us? We're doing our homework together," Harry invited. The group eagerly accepted, and soon the entire first-year Gryffindor class was gathered around the fireplace.
"Hey, Seamus, how's your wand choosing experience?" Neville asked.
"Wild," Seamus replied. "I thought the wand was going to choose me, but it felt like I chose it!"
Parvati giggled. "I know what you mean. Mine started glowing the moment I touched it."
Lavender turned to Hermione. "I'm having trouble with this Transfiguration problem. Can you help?"
Hermione smiled. "Of course! Let me take a look."
Dean chuckled. "Ron, your face looks like you're trying to Transfigure a rock into a rabbit."
Ron grinned. "Shut up, Dean. This is harder than it looks."
Harry laughed. "I think we all need a break. Who's up for some treacle fudge?"
The group cheered, and Harry pulled out a bag of treats.
Sally asked, "Harry, what's it like being 'The Boy Who Lived'?"
Harry shrugged. "It's weird, to be honest. But I'm just trying to make the most of it."
The group nodded in understanding.
Before long, they had completed their Charms, Herbology, and Transfiguration homework.
"Brilliant!" Ron exclaimed. "I've never finished my homework this quickly!"
Parvati grinned. "Teamwork makes the dream work!"
The group dissolved into cheerful chatter.
As they relaxed, Harry glanced at the clock and remembered his meeting with Dumbledore. "Guys, I have to go," Harry said, standing up. "I'll see you all later."
Hermione's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Where are you off to?"
Harry smiled. "Dumbledore's office. McGonagall's taking me."
With a nod, Harry left the common room.
Harry knocked on the door of McGonagall's office, and her voice beckoned him to enter.
"Good evening, Professor," Harry said, stepping inside.
McGonagall smiled and stood up from her desk. "Good evening, Harry. Shall we?"
She escorted Harry out of her office and into the corridor, where a menacing stone gargoyle guarded a hidden entrance.
"Acid Pops," McGonagall said, her voice matter-of-fact.
The gargoyle's eyes gleamed, and it swung aside, revealing a narrow staircase.
"Proceed up the stairs, Harry," McGonagall instructed. "Dumbledore is expecting you. I'll be off to the staff room."
Harry nodded and began his ascent, his heart beating slightly faster with anticipation.
At the top of the stairs, he reached a polished wooden door with a brass doorknob. Harry knocked softly.
A calm, gentle voice responded, "Enter."
Harry's hand trembled slightly as he turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.
As the door swung open, Harry stepped into the warm, golden light of Dumbledore's office. The room was a marvel of elegance and whimsy, reflecting the Headmaster's unique blend of wisdom and eccentricity.
The first thing that caught Harry's eye was the stunning array of paintings adorning the walls. A portrait of a previous Hogwarts headmaster, Armando Dippet, gazed benevolently from above the fireplace, while a nearby painting of a beautiful, ethereal woman – Ariana Dumbledore – seemed to shimmer in the soft light.
Shelves lined the walls, laden with curious objects from around the wizarding world. Harry spotted a gleaming silver snuffbox, an ancient-looking astrolabe, and a delicate, crystal orb that seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly energy.
Dumbledore's desk, a majestic, polished oak behemoth, dominated the center of the room. A menorah with seven slender candles cast a warm glow, and a delicate, porcelain music box played a soft, lilting melody.
Behind the desk, a stunning window offered a breathtaking view of the Hogwarts grounds, the lake shimmering like molten silver in the fading light.
To one side of the room, a majestic, ancient-looking bookshelf stretched from floor to ceiling, its shelves overflowing with leather-bound tomes, glowing scrolls, and mysterious artifacts.
Harry's gaze finally settled on the Headmaster himself, sitting in a comfortable, high-backed chair, his eyes twinkling behind half-moon spectacles.
"Good evening, sir," Harry said, his voice filled with respect.
Dumbledore smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Ah, Harry, good evening. Please, come in. Make yourself at home."
Harry stepped forward, his eyes still drinking in the wonders of the office.
"It's an incredible room, sir," Harry said, his awe evident.
Dumbledore chuckled. "I'm glad you think so, Harry. I've collected a few treasures over the years."
Harry's gaze returned to the painting of Ariana Dumbledore.
"Who is the lady in the painting, sir?" Harry asked.
Dumbledore's expression softened. "That is my sister, Ariana. A remarkable woman, taken from us far too soon."
Harry's curiosity about Ariana Dumbledore lingered, but he sensed a deep pain in the Headmaster's eyes. Sensing the sensitivity of the topic, Harry refrained from asking further questions.
His gaze wandered to a majestic creature perched beside Dumbledore's chair. The bird's plumage shimmered in the soft light, its feathers a dazzling blend of gold, orange, and crimson. Its eyes, bright as polished rubies, sparkled with warmth.
"Who is this?" Harry asked, his voice filled with wonder.
Dumbledore smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You've spotted Fawkes, my faithful companion."
Fawkes, sensing Harry's attention, spread its magnificent wings, revealing their stunning span.
"Is she a phoenix?" Harry asked, his eyes wide with excitement.
Dumbledore's eyebrows rose in surprise. "You know of phoenixes, Harry?"
"Yes, sir," Harry replied. "I read about them in one of books."
Dumbledore nodded, impressed. "Yes, Fawkes is indeed a phoenix. One of the most ancient and noble creatures in the wizarding world."
Fawkes let out a soft, melodious cry, as if approving of Harry's knowledge.
"Phoenixes are known for their remarkable abilities," Dumbledore said. "Their tears have healing properties, and they are born from their own ashes."
Harry's eyes remained fixed on Fawkes, mesmerized by the creature's beauty.
"Fawkes has been my loyal companion for many years," Dumbledore said. "A symbol of hope and renewal."
As Harry continued to admire Fawkes, he sensed a deep connection between the phoenix and the Headmaster.
Harry's gaze continued to explore Dumbledore's office, and his eyes landed on a familiar figure - the Sorting Hat, Edward, peacefully slumbering on a nearby shelf.
"Ah, you've spotted Edward, have you?" Dumbledore said, a twinkle in his eye.
"Yes, sir," Harry replied. "I was wondering, why is I am called here ?"
Dumbledore chuckled. "You have a guess, I presume?"
Harry nodded. "Maybe it's because of my hatstall during the sorting ceremony?"
Dumbledore's eyes sparkled with delight. "Yes, indeed! You are quite perceptive, Harry."
He leaned forward, his expression serious. "I don't wish to intrude on your privacy, but as the Sorting Hat will never reveal its thoughts, I must ask: did the complexity of the sorting cause any trouble for you, or did you truly embody qualities from all four houses?"
Harry considered the question before responding sincerely, "That's exactly what happened, sir. I felt like I could fit into any of the houses."
Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully.
"And how are you finding life at Hogwarts, Harry?"
Harry nodded enthusiastically. "It's great, sir."
Dumbledore smiled. "I've been told about your attempt to unite at least two houses. That was a remarkable initiative, Harry. No one has ever taken that step before."
Harry flushed at the praise.
"Additionally," Dumbledore continued, "I've been informed about your kindness towards the Hogwarts house-elves in the gardens."
Harry's eyes widened in shock. "How did you know, sir?"
Dumbledore's expression turned gentle. "As Headmaster, I have knowledge of certain... secrets. The garden you discovered is known only to a select few. You are the first student to stumble upon it."
Harry's concern grew. "Did I do something wrong, sir?"
Dumbledore's face broke into a warm smile. "Absolutely not, Harry. Your compassion and curiosity are traits to be admired."
Fawkes, sensing the warmth in the conversation, softly rustled its feathers, as if in agreement.
As Harry continued to admire Fawkes, the phoenix suddenly spoke to him in a soft, melodious voice.
"Hello, young one," Fawkes said. "I see you have a kind heart towards the house-elves."
Harry's eyes widened in surprise, but he eagerly responded, "Yes, I want to help them. They're treated so poorly."
Fawkes nodded its majestic head. "You have a gentle soul, Harry. The elves are fortunate to have you as a friend."
Dumbledore watched the exchange with amusement, a warm smile spreading across his face.
When Harry finally noticed Dumbledore's attention, he reluctantly asked, "Professor, did I do something wrong?"
Dumbledore chuckled. "On the contrary, Harry. You've done something remarkable. Fawkes is speaking to you in Phoenix language, and you're understanding it."
Harry's confusion deepened. "But how? I don't know any Phoenix language."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Only those bonded to a phoenix can comprehend their language. Yet, you, without being bonded, are able to hear and respond."
Harry shrugged. "I've always had a way with animals, sir. Maybe that's why."
Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, perhaps that's indeed the reason. Your affinity for creatures is quite extraordinary, Harry."
Fawkes, as if agreeing, softly nuzzled Harry's hand.
"You have a gift, Harry," Dumbledore said. "One that transcends the ordinary. I believe it will serve you well in the trials ahead."
Harry's eyes met Dumbledore's, filled with a mix of wonder and curiosity.
"What trials, sir?" Harry asked.
Dumbledore's expression turned serious, but he merely smiled. "All in due time, Harry. All in due time."
Harry hesitated for a moment before asking, "Professor, may I ask you something?"
Dumbledore nodded, his eyes encouraging. "Of course, Harry. Please, proceed."
"Do you know about reading auras?" Harry asked, his curiosity evident.
Dumbledore's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "I'm familiar with the concept, but I don't know much about the ability itself."
Harry took a deep breath before revealing, "I've been able to see the auras of all living things for a few months now, but I don't know how to read them."
Dumbledore's expression transformed from curiosity to astonishment. "Aura reading is a very rare trait, Harry. One in a millennium is born with this ability."
He leaned forward, his voice filled with excitement. "I have a book on the subject in the Headmaster's library. It's an ancient text, holding the secrets of aura reading."
Dumbledore's eyes sparkled with consideration. "After Christmas, I'll give you the book, but only if I deem you capable of managing your studies and other activities alongside this newfound ability."
He paused, his gaze serious. "If I don't think you're ready, you'll have to wait until summer holidays."
Harry nodded eagerly, understanding the weight of the responsibility. "I'll make sure to keep up with my work, sir."
Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling. "I have no doubt you will, Harry. You've already shown remarkable potential."
Fawkes, sensing the excitement, softly rustled its feathers, as if approving of the decision.
"Now, let us discuss the parameters of your aura reading," Dumbledore said. "Tell me, what do you see when you look at auras?"
Harry leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "When I focus on a living being, I see various colors or lights. Sometimes it's just a haze, but other times I see distinct shapes."
Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully. "Fascinating. It's possible that these shapes may determine personalities or traits, but I couldn't be sure. I don't possess the ability to read auras myself."
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed intently on Harry. "Tell me, Harry, what do you see in my aura?"
Harry's gaze locked onto Dumbledore, his eyes narrowing as he focused. After a moment, his eyes widened.
"I see a bright white light, sir," Harry said, his voice filled with wonder. "It's mixed with some greyish clouds, but the light is dominant."
Dumbledore's eyebrows rose. "And the shape? Do you see any distinct shape?"
Harry's gaze remained fixed on Dumbledore. "It's like a phoenix, sir. The aura is shaped like a phoenix, with the white light radiating from its body."
Fawkes, sensing the mention of its own kind, softly rustled its feathers.
Dumbledore's eyes sparkled with intrigue. "A phoenix, you say? That's remarkable. In many cultures, the phoenix symbolizes wisdom, renewal, and resilience."
He leaned forward, his voice filled with curiosity. "I wonder, Harry, does this resonate with your perception of me?"
Harry nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, sir. I've always seen you as a wise and compassionate leader."
Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling. "I'm glad to hear that, Harry. Your ability to read auras may prove to be a valuable tool in understanding those around you."
Harry's expression turned serious as he asked, "Professor, are the trials you mentioned related to...Vol- I mean You-Know-Who?"
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed. "Say his name, Harry. Fear of the name increases fear itself. Say it."
Harry took a deep breath. "Voldemort."
Dumbledore nodded gravely. "Yes, I suspect that the trials ahead are indeed connected to Voldemort."
Harry's curiosity drove him to ask, "Do you believe Voldemort is dead?"
Dumbledore's expression turned somber. "I believe Voldemort is not dead, Harry. He is powerless, waiting to regain his strength somewhere, but where and how, I do not know."
He leaned forward, his voice filled with intensity. "There are many dark ways that may have helped him survive that Halloween night, but without proof, I can only speculate."
Dumbledore's eyes locked onto Harry's. "Are you afraid of Voldemort, Harry?"
Harry's jaw set in determination. "I'm not afraid of him, sir. I'd rather die like my parents than accept his regime. But I will try to fight him, whether I win or not. I have to try."
Dumbledore's eyebrows rose. "Why, Harry? Do you seek revenge?"
Harry paused, reflecting on his motivations. "No, sir. It's not revenge. I'll do it because it's the right thing to do. It's only fair."
Dumbledore's face broke into a warm smile. "Ah, Harry, you demonstrate the very qualities that will make you a formidable opponent against the Dark Lord. Your sense of justice and compassion will guide you through the trials ahead."
Fawkes, sensing the gravity of the conversation, softly rustled its feathers, as if in agreement.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Remember, Harry, courage is not the absence of fear, but the judgment that something else is more important than fear."
Dumbledore glanced at the clock on his mantle and smiled. "I think that's enough for today, Harry. It's almost dinner time, and I'm sure you're hungry."
Harry nodded, reluctantly standing up.
"Professor, will you keep my aura reading a secret?" Harry asked, his eyes serious.
"Of course, Harry. Your secret is safe with me. I understand the importance of discretion," Dumbledore replied.
Harry nodded, grateful. With one last stroke of Fawkes' majestic feathers, Harry bid the phoenix farewell.
"Thank you, sir," Harry said, turning to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore smiled. "The pleasure was mine, Harry. You've shown remarkable insight and maturity today."
As Harry left the office, Dumbledore's eyes remained fixed on the door, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Indeed, Harry Potter," he murmured to himself, "you are more prepared for the trials ahead than I initially thought."
Fawkes, sensing Dumbledore's thoughts, softly rustled its feathers in agreement. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with anticipation. "The future holds much promise for that young wizard."
With a gentle nod, Dumbledore returned to his papers, lost in thought as the evening sunlight faded outside his window.
Harry walked through the dimly lit corridors, lost in thought as he made his way to the Gryffindor common room. Dumbledore's words echoed in his mind, weighing heavily on his thoughts.
"He believes Voldemort is still alive," Harry thought to himself, a shiver running down his spine.
As he climbed the stairs, Harry couldn't shake off the feeling that his life was about to take a drastic turn. Dumbledore's hints about trials and challenges ahead filled him with a mix of anxiety and determination.
"What does he mean by trials?" Harry wondered. "And how can I possibly face Voldemort?"
Despite the doubts creeping into his mind, Harry's resolve strengthened. He remembered his conversation with Dumbledore, recalling the Headmaster's words.
"Courage is not the absence of fear, but the judgment that something else is more important than fear."
Harry took a deep breath, letting the words sink in. He knew he had a long and difficult journey ahead, but he was ready to face it head-on.
As he reached the common room, Harry pushed open the portrait of the Fat Lady and slipped inside, greeted by the warm glow of the fire and the chatter of his fellow Gryffindors.
"Hey, Harry!" Ron called out, noticing his friend's distant expression. "What's wrong?"
Harry hesitated, unsure if he should share his concerns. But something about Ron's genuine interest put him at ease.
"I had a meeting with Dumbledore," Harry began, taking a seat next to Ron. "He said some things that have me worried."
Hermione and Neville joined Ron and Harry by the fire, sensing that something was amiss.
"What's going on?" Hermione asked, her brow furrowed with concern.
Harry took a deep breath before sharing the weight of his conversation with Dumbledore.
"Dumbledore believes Voldemort is alive," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ron's eyes widened. "What? That's impossible!"
Harry shook his head. "Dumbledore thinks he's waiting to gain power, and once he does, we'll have to face him."
Neville's face paled. "Face him? What do you mean?"
"Dumbledore said there will be trials ahead," Harry explained. "He didn't specify what they are, but he's certain Voldemort will return."
Hermione's eyes sparkled with determination. "We'll face him together, then. We're not going to back down."
Ron nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we've come this far together. We can handle whatever comes next."
Neville's voice was resolute. "We'll support you, Harry. You're not alone in this."
Harry felt a surge of gratitude towards his friends. "Thanks, guys. Just knowing you're with me makes me feel better."
Hermione's gaze turned thoughtful. "We need to start researching, gathering information about Voldemort's past and his possible return."
Ron nodded. "And we should tell Professor McGonagall. She needs to know."
Harry considered this. "Not yet. Dumbledore wants to keep this quiet for now."
The group fell silent, lost in their own thoughts as the fire crackled and spat.
"What's our next move, then?" Neville asked, breaking the silence.
Harry's eyes locked onto his friends. "We prepare. We train. And we're ready for whatever comes our way."
Hermione turned to Harry, her eyes searching for reassurance. "What do you think, Harry? Are you afraid of You Know Who ?"
Harry took a deep breath before responding. "I'm not afraid of him. When my parents died, I could have grown up in fear, but I chose not to."
As he said the name "Voldemort," Ron, Hermione, and Neville flinched, their reactions instinctive.
Harry noticed and smiled wryly. "Dumbledore believes that fear of the name increases the fear itself. But he also said that we're taught to flinch at the sound of it. It'll take time to overcome, and I'll wait till it comes."
He paused, his gaze locking onto his friends. "For now, the fact that we're trying to overcome it is enough for me."
His voice took on a resolute tone. "I'd rather die than accept Voldemort's regime. But I will try everything in my power to stop him, to fight him."
Ron nodded firmly. "We'll fight with you, Harry."
Hermione's eyes shone with determination. "Together, we'll find a way to defeat him."
Neville's voice was steady. "We won't back down."
Harry's face broke into a small smile. "That's exactly what Dumbledore said – courage is not the absence of fear, but the judgment that something else is more important than fear."
The group sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their resolve settling between them.
"We'll start by researching," Hermione said finally. "Gathering information, looking for weaknesses."
Ron nodded. "And training. We need to get better at Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Harry stood up, his friends following suit. "Then let's get started. We have a long road ahead, but we'll face it together."
Harry's expression turned thoughtful as he added his personal opinion to the conversation.
"I've been thinking about the last war," Harry said. "Why we were so weak against Voldemort, despite his eventual fall."
Ron, Hermione, and Neville leaned in, intrigued.
"In my opinion, Voldemort's fall was more of a coincidence than a victory for the light side," Harry said. "We didn't truly defeat him; he was just temporarily defeated."
Hermione's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"
"We were divided," Harry explained. "The wizarding world was fragmented, and that's why we were weak. If we're going to stand a chance against Voldemort this time, we need to unite."
Ron nodded. "You mean, like, all four houses?"
Harry nodded firmly. "Exactly. For a start, at least. We need to put aside our differences and work together. It won't be easy, especially with Slytherin."
Neville's face clouded. "They've always been...ambivalent."
Harry's gaze turned serious. "I know. But we have time, for now. Voldemort is still weak, and we can use this time to build bridges. We need to show everyone that we're stronger together."
Hermione's eyes sparkled with determination. "We can start by reaching out to the other houses, building relationships."
Ron grinned. "And maybe, just maybe, we can get some Slytherins on our side."
Harry smiled wryly. "That would be a miracle, but I'll take it. We'll need all the help we can get."
The group fell silent, lost in thought as the fire crackled and spat.
"We'll start small," Harry said finally. "But we'll start. Together."
His friends nodded in agreement, a sense of purpose settling among them.
Next Chapter is the World Of Animagi.
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors.Did you find Mcgonagall's and Harry's bond nice and reasonable? And what about Dumbledore, yes he has to be manipulative a little bit but it doesn't mean that if he do not interfere then anything will change , instead it would be more terrifying. These are my views on Dumbledore he is not a villan he has experience and has to do some things and obviously he can make mistakes, he is only human. What do you think? Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!