View Full Version : Harry Potter and The Emerald Flame, contains spoilers. (Book Six)
November 21st, 2003, 3:16 am
On Number 4, Privet Drive, Harry Potter lay on his back, staring at the dull, gray ceiling. Hedwig, which was on Harry's nightstand, was rattling in her cage as usual. Harry could hear Uncle Vernon mutter something like, "Bloody pigeon."
Still on his back, Harry thought of the battle in the Department of Mysteries. He saw Sirius fall through the veil, he saw himself running after Bellatrix. "Crucio!" he yelled. Suddenly, he opened his eyes. There was no Department of Mysteries, just his room at Number 4 , Privet Drive.
Just then, Uncle Vernon stormed in. "Get up, you filthy piece of magic scum! Get outside and start your yard work. Harry very pleasantly held up a finger in front of Uncle Vernon's face. Then he paced down the stairs and out the door. "Crack! " Harry knew a witch or wizard had just apparated. "Harry." Harry turned and looked up in the tall Oak Tree, where the voice had came from. There in the tree was Reamus Lupin. "Reamus!" . Harry said in disbelief. "Shhh Harry, get your stuff and let's go." "Okay, Harry said relieved. Almost three weeks of hell with the Dursleys, and now he was leaving again. "Thank God", Harry thought.
Harry walked through the hall happily. Reamus Lupin was the last father figure Harry had left and he was determined not to loose him too. Harry tiptoed to the cupboard under the stairs. Harry grabbed his Firebolt and his trunk. He snuck upstairs and loaded his trunk. He snatched his wand and Hedwig's cage off his nightstand. He stuck his wand in his back pocket. He was all set. Harry climbed down the stairs with Hedwig in his right hand and his trunk in his left. "Okay, I'm ready." Harry said, with a smile. "Forgetting something?" Lupin asked. Harry had left his Firebolt in his room. "Accio Firebolt!" Harry bellowed. This was a trick he learned in his fourth year. Harry's broom flew out of his window. "Let's go." Lupin said.
And with that, Lupin conjured up a broomstick and hung Harry's trunk on the end of his own broom. Harry put Hedwig's cage on his."Happy Birthday, Harry." Lupin said. Then they set off.
November 21st, 2003, 3:23 am
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November 25th, 2003, 2:10 am
Lupin and Harry had to make sure they would not be seen by muggles below. So before they departed Lupin put a Disillusionment Charm on himself and Harry. Harry felt as if his legs had just gone numb. "How much farther?" Harry asked. "Not much further now." Lupin replied. Harry knew where they were going, Number 12, Grimmauld Place.
When they arrived, Harry thought about what he had read nearly a year ago: The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at Number 12, Grimmauld Place, London. The door emerged out of nowhere, once again. When they entered, it came as no surprise to hear Sirius' mum yelling nasty remarks like "Filthy half breeds!" "Shut up you old hag!" Harry heard Moody bellow in the distance. Although, it was a surprise to see Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, and his gram there. They were in the kitchen, near Ron and Hermione, who were playing wizard chess. Mrs. Weasley ran to close the curtains over Mrs. Black. As soon as Hermione saw Harry she ran to hug him. "Hermione, you're crushing him." Ron said teasing.
Lupin pulled Harry off to the side. "Harry, can I have a word with you." "Sure." Harry replied. "Dumbledore and I have discussed this, and we've decided that I should teach you Occlumency this year." "Great!" Harry said. "I'll be looking forward to it." Lupin smiled broadly, "That's good news." he replied. "Oh, Professor Lupin? Who is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher?" Harry questioned. Lupin shrugged, I am. Harry did a few summersaults. "HaHaHa." Lupin grinned wildly and trotted away.
Harry came back downstairs to find turkey, stuffing, and pumpkin juice sitting in a spot next to where Sirius used to sit. "Hello Neville!" Harry exclaimed. Neville seemed not to notice Harry had said anything. "Neville!" Harry said. He seemed to be in some sort of trance. "Neville!" He repeated. Neville's head jerked around, "Oh, Oh, hi Harry!" "Neville is something wrong?" Harry asked. Neville looked dumbfounded at this. "You were acting very strange just now." Harry said. "I'm fine." Neville said. At that moment Neville's Grand came in, cursing under her breath. "Hello Harry, what a pleasure it is to see you again." she said. "Yes, you too. Well goodbye. Harry took his seat next to Ron and Hermione. He started to take a bite out of the turkey, when Ron said "What was that about?" his mouth full of stuffing. "I don't know." Harry replied. Lupin walked into the kitchen with his robe draped over his shoulder. "Dumbledore would like to speak with you three." he said.
Lupin grabbed the pot of Floo Powder and shouted Albus Dumbledore's office, Hogwarts. He instantly vanished. One by one, each of them followed suit, disappearing, leaving only a dull green flame.
November 30th, 2003, 5:30 pm
The three collapsed onto the floor, their robes soot dusted. They jumped up quickly to meet the eyes of Severus Snape, Rubeus Gagrid, Minerva McGonagall, Reamus Lupin, and Albus Dumbledore. “Hello,” Professor Dumbledore started to say. He was cut off by a loud clamor downstairs. It was Percy Weasley. Professor Dumbledore rushed downstairs to meet him. “Hello Professor,” he said. “I have an important message from the Ministry Of Magic.” Percy was near tears now. “Cornelius Fudge has been…been murdered!” By this time, all the people previously in Dumbledore’s office emerged to see what was happening. “What in the Blue Blazes is going on down there?” Hagrid shouted from above. “The Minister of Magic has been murdered.” Dumbledore replied. Professor McGonnagall shuddered.
“Sit down Percy,” Dumbledore ordered. “Tell us how this happened.” “Well, there was a massive breakout that occurred at Azkaban Prison this evening. Lucius Malfoy was seen outside Fudge’s house.” Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged a look of disgust. “It is believed that the Dementors let the prisoners escape. What I’ve come here to say is the Ministry requests your help.” Dumbledore didn’t even hesitate. “Of course,” Dumbledore replied. “On one condition, apologize to your family.” Ron looked at Percy as if he was expecting something from him. “Okay,” he said. “It was wrong of me to betray you like that, for that I am truly sorry. But we are short on time.” What do you mean?” Lupin burst in. “I mean the ministry is doomed if we don’t evacuate it quickly.” “Ah, Number 12, Grimmauld Place.” Dumbledore said. Percy nodded.
“Well, since this urgent matter has presented itself, I will have to speak with you three tomorrow.” Dumbledore stated. Then he briskly strolled out of the room. Professor Lupin bid his goodbyes and escorted the three back through the fireplace. They landed straight in front of Kreacher, who was glaring at them. Harry wanted to strangle him. As much as he desired doing this, he held himself back. The three made their way upstairs and past Mrs. Black. “Goodnight.” Hermione said to both Ron and Harry and paced down the hall to her room. Harry tried not to fall asleep that night but it was no good he was totally exhausted. At first, he started dreaming about fizzing wiz-bees and butter beer but he drifted onto other things. He saw Bellatrix being brutally tortured by Voldemort. “You have failed me for the last time.” He hissed. Then that picture faded out of his mind. Now, he saw Lucius Malfoy performing the death curse on Fudge, laughing the entire time. Harry finally woke up to Ron shaking him. “Harry? Harry, are you okay?” Harry had just realized these weren’t dreams, they were real. Harry and Ron ran down to the landing to see hundreds and hundreds of ,wizards, sprawled on the floor, in sleeping bags. “Bloody Hell!” Ron exclaimed. Harry and Ron made their way past many of the wizards to Kingsley Shacklebolt. “What’s this about?” Ron questioned. “The ministry has been destroyed. We had to evacuate. Dumbledore told us about this place and we were sworn to secrecy.” When they entered the kitchen Mrs. Weasley shooed them out and told them to get ready to go to Diagon Alley.
December 6th, 2003, 7:59 pm
Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Percy, Hermione, and Ginny accompanied the three at Diagon Alley that morning. Harry was determined to get it right this time. Considering last time Harry traveled by floo powder with them, he landed up in Knockturn Alley. “Diagon Alley!” he shouted confidently. When they arrived, they all ran to see Fred and George’s new joke shop. “Oh my, I’m so proud.” Mrs. Weasley said. Ron was ordering stink-pellets and balloon holsters left and right. Ginny was telling all kinds of stories to them. Harry could have sworn he saw Mrs. Weasley with a tear in her eye. “What will it be dad?” George questioned. “No thanks boys.” Mr. Weasley replied. “Just visiting.” “Oh come on.” Fred said. “How about some Ton-Tongue Toffees?” “No thanks.” Mr. Weasley replied. “Well, Fred, George, We’ll be going now.” Mrs. Weasley said. So they traveled down the street.
Harry told the Weasleys he would catch up with them in Flourish and Blots. He made his way through The Quality Quidditch Supply Store. Lupin had told him he would be back on the team this year. He finally came to a new Bluebottle. The clerk thanked him and wrapped Ron’s gift. When Harry exited the store he tied the broom to his shoulder and wrapped his invisibility cloak around it. Over the summer, Ginny had been practicing her spells for her fifth year. She set Ron’s broom on fire, practicing the Incendio Charm. Harry entered Flourish and Blots with a smile.
“Harry, we took the liberty of getting your supplies for you.” Mrs. Weasley said.
“Thanks, Mrs. Weasley.” Harry replied. They walked to The Leaky Cauldron to have a drink of Butter Beer and a conversation with Hagrid. As they entered the bar, Hermione pulled Harry into a storage room at the Cauldron. “What was that about? ” she asked. “I got Ron a new broom for his birthday. A Bluebottle.” Harry replied. “Wow,” Hermione gasped. “That was so kind of you.” She embraced him. Harry took his seat next to Ron. The broom swung and hit Ron in the shoulder. “What was that?” Ron asked. “Hagrid tapped you on the arm.” Harry lied. Ron nodded. After Mr. Weasley came back from his meeting with a bald wizard in the corner, they prepared for their departure. Harry knew what Mr. Weasley was talking to the wizard about. It had been in The Profit for nearly two days. Not one witch or wizard had not seen the top story: Minister Of Magic Killed.
Everyone said goodbye to Hagrid and set off. A black dog was sitting on the steps of Gringotts. Harry approached the dog. “Snuffles?” The dog gave a little growl and went on with its business. Harry sighed to himself. He truly missed Sirius.
When they got back from Diagon Alley, Ron, Harry, and Hermione went upstairs to change. When they came back down the kitchen was pitch-black and dead silent. All of the sudden, many people jumped up and yelled, “Surprise!!! “Happy Birthday Ron.” Ron was taken aback. “Wow,” Ron said. After his shock wore off, everyone started eating cake and drinking Butter Beer. Not a good combination. But still, everyone was enjoying himself or herself all the same. Then, Ron moved onto the presents. Ron made his way through piles and piles of clothing to the broomstick. Ron eyeballed it very thoroughly. He ripped off the fancy wrapping carefully. The broom’s handle was so polished you could see yourself in it. Ron flipped the broom over the broom to see his name engraved in a hue of blue. He thanked Harry nearly fifteen times.
“Really, Ron, I wanted you to have the best broom possible for Quidditch this year.” Harry said. “Well, you made an awfully good choice then.” Ron said. “Goodnight.”
December 21st, 2003, 5:45 am
As Ginny, Ron, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Hemione, Lupin, and Harry left Grimmauld place, the brilliant light shimmered across their robes. They entered King’s Cross Station and traveled through the barrier. Everyone exchanged goodbyes. Mr. Weasley pulled Harry off to the side. Mr. Weasley handed Harry a golden pocket watch. "Uh Harry, Sirius wanted me to give this to you." Harry stuffed the watch into his pocket and embraced him. "Thank you Mr. Weasley." Harry hopped onto the train with Lupin, Ron, and Hermione. They made their way to the last cabin as usual. After a half-an-hour, Malfoy strode past and halted. He backed up and looked Harry in the face, ignoring Lupin. “How’s it going Scarhead?” Lupin pointed his wand and mumbled something. A bright yellow strand shot out of it. Malfoy’s smile decreased to a tiny slit, and then there was no sign that Malfoy had once had a mouth. “Watch your mouth boy, oh wait a minute… you cant.” Malfoy sprinted down the hall, trying to pry his mouth open. The four of them chuckled to themselves until the trolley arrived. “Anything of the trolley?” The woman started to say, but the train screeched to a stop, hurtling her down the hallway. Lupin hopped up and told Harry, Ron, Hermione to stay in their seats.
Harry couldn’t stand it anymore. He had been waiting almost three minutes. It had been too long. Harry traveled along the corridor to the exit and opened the door. He heard someone swearing up a storm. It was Mundungus Fletcher. He was staggering, holding his wand straight at Lupin. “Oh, so you’re a Death Eater huh?” Lupin shouted at him. Harry was taken aback. Mudungus Fletcher, a Death Eater? It just wasn’t possible. Harry climbed back into the train and found the emergency exit on the roof. He opened the hatch and ascended up to the top. He ran as fast as possible to the end of the express when he finally was directly above Mundungus. Harry gathered his thoughts. He raised his wand and shouted “Stupefy!” Mundungus was still as a statue, with a look of panic still froze on his face. He fell forward and collapsed. Lupin looked up at Harry with a look of surprise.
Since there was no longer an existing Azkaban Prison, the captain threw Mundungus into a cargo hold. When the Hogwarts Express arrived at the station at the school, Harry noticed that Lupin had a wide gash across the side of his face. He also had a bicuspid missing. “Professor Lupin,” Hermione said “Are you alright?” “Yes, Hermione, I am quite alright, thank you.” “Albus,” Lupin said, “Mundungus”- he was cut off by Dumbledore. “I know, bring me to him.” When they opened the cargo hold it was empty. Lupin used about every swear word imaginable. “For now he has slipped out from our grasp. We will apprehend him another day.” Dumbledore said. Dumbledore’s attention shifted to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. “Follow me.” He ordered. They followed him all the way to the gargoyle. “Blood Blisterpod!” Dumbledore shouted. The gargoyle hopped up and went aside. They climbed the stairs, leading to Dumbledore’s office. “Take a seat.” Dumbledore said. After the three settled down in the chairs Dumbledore had summoned, it was time to get to the point. “Well, firstly I would like to welcome you back to another year at Hogwarts.” Dumbledore said. “But as much as you three love getting in trouble, I must ask you to try to refrain.” “Also, it is believed that Voldemort and his followers could use a Portkey in the Dark Forest. Stay out of the forest!” “Yes professor.” They all said in unison. “Alright then,” Dumbledore said. “I’ll meet you in the Great Hall.”
As usual Professor McGonnagall led the students up the stairs and into the Great Hall. It was there where every year a new group of eager witches and wizards would join one of the four honorable houses. They were Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. After the Sorting hat had performed its new song, Professor McGonnagall interrupted the chatter of the students to reintroduce Professor Lupin. Lupin ignored the murmurs, shouts, and glares. Malfoy howled loudly like a wolf. Ron pointed his wand under the table at him. “I’ve been waiting four years to do this properly. “Eat slugs.” He whispered. Malfoy suddenly jerked about, green slime seeping out the side of his mouth. Finally a fat slug emerged from his lips. He grabbed bowl of fruit and tossed the apples and grapes onto the floor. Marcus Flint escorted him up to the hospital wing. “Well, now he knows what it’s like.” Ron said. Everyone at the Gryffindor table chuckled. “Must have had some bad fruit.” Hagrid said with a grin. “Alright first-years, keep up!” Harry heard the handsome prefect shout. Ron and Hermione had given up their prefect duties. They could not stand Malfoy’s childish antics. “Goodnight.” Harry said to Hermione. Then both Harry and Ron changed into their pajamas and hopped into bed. “What do you have first period?” Harry asked. “Defense Against The Dark Arts.” Ron answered cheerfully. “You?” “Same thing.” Harry replied. “Goodnight Ron.” “Goodnight Harry.”
January 2nd, 2004, 1:46 am
When Harry awoke the next morning he was completely confused. He descended down the staircase to find an empty common room. Harry glanced at the golden pocket watch Sirius had owned. He was already late for class. Would Lupin let him slide? Harry just couldn’t be sure. He gathered his books and ran out of the portrait hole. Harry was skipping three steps at a time when he had reached the fourth floor. He leaped over the side rail and landed firmly on his feet. He reached the door and turned the knob and stepped inside. Lupin looked in his direction and started to say something. “Yeah, I know. Ten points from Gryffindor.” Harry said. “No, oh contraire my dear boy. Ten points to Gryffindor! Ms. Granger has answered a series of questions correctly.” “Oh course she has.” Malfoy mumbled. “What was that Mister Malfoy? Tell me, what is Gillyweed?” Lupin asked. Malfoy glared at him. “I don’t know.” Malfoy replied. “Well I wouldn’t expect you to, that’s a Second-Year question. Does anyone know what Gillyweed is?” Harry piped up, “Gillyweed is a plant that you consume to allow you to swim underwater for an extended amount of time.” “Very good Harry. Another ten points to Gryffindor.” Lupin said. “ The next class requires a Gillyweed plant. Hagrid can assist you with this item. Class dismissed.”
After their classes and Quidditch practice Harry and Ron made their way to the Great Hall and met Hermione. As usual Harry assumed he had not received any mail. He settled down to eat when a letter sealed in a pink envelope fluttered out from under Hedwig’s claws. Harry opened it and began to read.
Meet me in the room that Dobby helped you find last year. Bring your wand and your Self-Defensive Spellwork book. I would also like to hear about your day. Harry, what ever you do… hold on to that pocket watch.
Harry looked up at Ron and Hermione and whispered, “I have to meet Professor Lupin in The Room of Requirement tonight. He is going to teach me Occlumency. “Well that’s great!” Hermione said. “Yeah, I know.” Harry said. Then, Harry saw a second letter, a green one. He began opening this one.
Dear Harry Potter,
Hello sir, I would like to have a word with you in the kitchen tonight. Bring your gold pocket watch Sir. Also your two friends can come along.
Harry bounded up the steps to the location of the room. The highly polished door appeared once again and Harry turned the handle. “ Hello Harry.” Lupin said cheerfully. How was your day?” “Fine, thank you.” Harry replied. “Glad to hear that. Let’s get started, shall we? Lupin took the book in Harry’s left hand and turned about halfway through the book, page four hundred and sixteen to be exact. Lupin skimmed the page. “Ah, here we are.” He announced. “Legimens!” Lupin shouted. A silver strand shot out of Lupin’s wand and pierced Harry’s right temple. Harry concentrated immensely; He started to reach for his wand but had already fallen to his knees. Lupin helped Harry up.
“Again?” he asked. Harry nodded. Harry prevented Lupin from seeing much this time by casting a Protego charm. “Good, Harry.” Lupin said that will be all for tonight. Harry turned to leave. “Oh, Harry” Lupin said. “I visited Hagrid this afternoon and received three Gillyweed plants. Here.” He handed Harry the plants. “Give Ron and Hermione the other two.” “Thank you Professor.” Harry said. “Let’s go find Ron and Hermione and meet Dobby in the kitchen.”
Lupin escorted Harry to the Gryffindor common room. The Fat Lady requested the password. “Pig Snout.” "How did you know the password?" Harry asked. "I'm a teacher, that's what I do." Lupin replied. The Portrait swung open and they entered. They found Ron and Hermione sitting in two big chairs. Harry handed them the Gillyweed. “Thanks Harry.” They said together. Then they ran upstairs. They emerged with their robes on. Then the four of them strolled to the kitchen. Hermione stepped forward and tickled the portrait of fruit and stepped inside. The rest of the group followed. Dobby jumped up out of his seat at the site of them. “Hello Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Professor Reamus Lupin. Sit down please.” Dobby said. They took a seat when Dobby started in. “May I see your watch sir?” He asked. “Sure.” Harry replied. He took out the watch and handed it to the elf. “Interesting, Sir. The individual that originally owned this pocket watch can be revived if their life is taken. But it is an extremely difficult task. If one wishes the individual to return, they must sacrifice themselves for the individual.” When Dobby was finished, Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked entirely stunned. Lupin, although, did not. Dumbledore had informed him over the summer about this news. “Well, it’s late.” Lupin said. “Yeah, we better be off.” Hemione stated. “Goodnight.” They said together and they exited the kitchen.
As the three made their way back to the common room, they whispered about what was said in the kitchen. “Someone in this school has to die for Sirius to come back.” Ron said. They had reached the portrait where the Fat Lady was sleeping, when they saw a shadow lingering in the corner. It was Malfoy. “That dirty dog of yours will pay greatly if he is to ever come back!” And with that, he ran down the stairs and off to the dungeon. “Oh no, Malfoy always has to stick his great, long nose into everybody else’s business. “I truly detest him.” Ron said. They said goodnight to each other and went off to bed.
January 4th, 2004, 12:16 am
Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way to the third floor and turned the golden knob. They were very disturbed by what was said the previous night. They took their seats and extracted the Gillyweed from their pockets. Lupin began class. “Please. Class, take out your Gillyweed.” Malfoy’s face was panic-stricken. He stormed out of the classroom with every student staring at the door. When he re-entered the room he had a Gillyweed plant in his right hand. “So glad that you could join us Mister Malfoy.” Lupin said. Malfoy glared at him, clutching his wand inside his pocket. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you Malfoy.” Lupin said, as if he could see right Malfoy’s pocket. “Have a seat! Where did you get that Gillyweed? “Professor Snape.” Malfoy replied. “He’s actually a good teacher, maybe you should follow his example.” It was a second after Malfoy has finished that Lupin shouted, “Twenty points from Slytherin!” Pansy Parkinson shrieked in her seat, nearly at the back of the room. “That is not fair!” She yelled. “Do you wish to make it forty points?” Lupin asked. She shook her head. “Well, keep your nose out of it.” Lupin ordered. “Take your seat Malfoy!” Malfoy finally sat in the wobbly chair.
As the students traveled along the stone steps, leading to the lake, Malfoy snuck a look at Hermione. When she looked back, he blushed and managed an angry look. When they reached the edge of the lake, Lupin spoke, “Each of you will consume your Gillyweed and dive into the depths of this lake. You must bring back a small Grindylow. You will be graded on whether you complete this task or not. “You first Harry.” Lupin ordered. Harry had absolutely no doubt in his mind that he would complete this task. He had to swim underwater and retrieve Ron from the Merpeople in the Triwizard Tournament during the second task. Harry took a large bit out of the Gillyweed and dove into the clear water. He doggy-paddled all the way to a clump of seaweed. Harry reached into the clump. No luck. He swam to another seaweed plant and put his hand in. Still nothing. Finally, he made his way to a dark cave. Harry went into the dark cavern and found exactly what he was seeking, hiding beneath a hard stone, was a humongous Grindylow. Harry tried to say something, but an octopus grabbed him from behind. So the rumors were true; there really was a monster in the lake. Harry suddenly was filled with fear. He was loosing feeling around his waist. He couldn’t die down here. Harry passed out from all the pressure of the tentacles. The octopus started swimming towards the surface.
Harry woke up in the Hospital Wing three days later. He was a little confused, but it all started coming back to him. He looked to his left and saw a stack of books and parchment setting on the nightstand. He turned to his right to see Madam Pomphrey taking Colin Creevey’s temperature. She rushed over to him and asked him if he wanted a drink or something to eat. He declined politely and asked if he could leave. Madam Pomphrey looked stunned. “Well, okay.” She replied and sent him off to Transfiguration.
Harry strolled into the classroom to see that today they had class with Ravenclaw. He suddenly blushed and set his books down onto his desk. He gave Professor McGonagall an excused note from Madam Pomphrey. “Very well, Harry.” She said. She began to talk about some complicated charm to transfigure animals into structures like buildings and bridges. But Harry wasn’t listening to her lesson. He was staring at Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw Seeker. He just couldn’t figure her out. The woman’s mind was like a safe that could not be opened. A code that couldn’t be cracked. Ron glanced over at Harry. “Are you mad!? She hates your guts. Forget about her Harry. She’s not worth the trouble.” “And besides,” Hermione joined in, “She is so jealous of every girl you speak to. I bet she’s probably even jealous of Mrs. Norris.” Hermione said. The three burst out laughing. They couldn’t help it. “Yes I know, my drawing was quite entertaining wasn’t it?” Professor McGonagall said. The three looked over at the blackboard and saw a drawing of an out-of-proportion cat. They were lucky.
After dinner that night, Harry completed all the essays and homework assignments he had missed. Nearly two minutes after he completed it all, he had fell asleep in an armchair in the common room. Harry’s dreams started again he saw Voldemort kill Snape, repeating “traitor!” Harry woke up very startled. He must have been screaming or something because every Gryffindor was staring at him. “Harry, are you okay?” Hermione asked. “Yeah, you were scaring us there.” Said Dean. “Yeah,” Harry said, “I’m fine.” “Oh,” Katie said. “Cho would like to have a word with you
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