SIYE Time:13:51 on 22nd January 2019

Harry Potter And The Twists Of Fate
By bengpotter31

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Category: Alternate Universe
Characters:All, All
Genres: Action/Adventure, Drama, Fluff, Humor
Warnings: Extreme Language, Sexual Situations, Violence
Story is Complete
Rating: PG-13
Reviews: 475
Summary: What if the fates let Harry's parents live that night he got his scar, plus gave him a younger sister and become friends with the Weasleys, especially Ron earlier. What would be different?
Hitcount: Story Total: 220727; Chapter Total: 6506


Chapter 44: Once More At Hogwarts

Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to JKR. However, Rose, Andrew, Daisy, Ti and Maggie are my own creations.

The Potters and Ti arrived at the Platform a full hour before the Weasleys, who came just 5 minutes before the Hogwarts Express was to leave. Ginny provided Harry with a running account of their progress to the King’s Cross Station through their mental link. Harry couldn’t believe how many times the Weasleys had to return to the Burrow for forgotten items. Rose laughed when Harry told her about that.

Greetings were exchanged all around. Harry gave Ginny a chaste kiss on her cheek after embracing her, conscious of the presence of her mother.

Hermione soon joined them accompanied by her parents and new brother. Five-month old Daniel Granger had brown hair like his sister, though it didn’t look bushy yet. Seeing the new Granger beside his brother and sister, Harry wondered if Daniel would be magical like Hermione or be a muggle. Either was possible. But, if Dan went to Hogwarts, he may form a new trio with Andrew and Daisy. Ah, well, that’s for the future, Harry thought.

Soon the children were saying goodbye to the adults. Harry heard some strange remarks like Bill saying that they were going to have an interesting year and Charlie mentioning that he may see them at Hogwarts soon. Even his mum and Mrs. Weasley had remarked that they would probably be spending Christmas at Hogwarts. These reminded him about the conversation between his parents that he had overheard. Then, there were the dress robes he had packed away last night, which added another layer to the mystery.

Once on board, Harry, Ginny, Rose, Ron and Hermione found an empty compartment while Ti went to sit with his dorm mates and Fred and George went off to find Lee Jordan. Neville and his sister, Maggie, soon joined Harry and the others in the compartment.

Later, as the Hogwarts Express sped through the English countryside under a darkening sky, Harry looked around the compartment. Ron and Neville were playing a game of Wizarding Chess, Hermione had her head in a book as usual and Rose and Maggie were quietly talking. Harry decided it was a good time to have a mental conversation with Ginny, who was beside him reading a book.

“Gin,” Harry asked her mentally, “I think I have an idea what might be going on at Hogwarts.”

Ginny said, “How did you come up with this without my knowing it?”

Harry could feel the amusement coming from her, “Well, last night, after you fell asleep, I went down to the kitchen for a drink of water and overheard my parents talking. They were discussing some sort of contest or tournament that Professor Dumbledore wanted to happen for international magical cooperation or some such concept. Dad seemed to think it was a bad idea especially since Fudge wanted it, too.”

“A contest?”
Ginny asked, “What sort of contest would involve Hogwarts and foster international magical cooperation?”

“I’m not sure, Gin,”
Harry said, “It must be big since even Bill and Charlie know about it. But my mum also mentioned some sort of rules change that wouldn’t let me take part in it. They think I’d be sure to be chosen to be a contestant otherwise. They also think that it’s dangerous and could be a target for Voldieshorts.”

“Wow, it must be huge, then,”
Ginny said, “Dangerous, huh? Then it’s a good thing you won’t be a part of it. I want my man in one piece so I can enjoy him.”

“Oh, really, Miss Weasley?”
Harry said, grinning now, “and how with you enjoy your man?

She put her book down, turned around and closed the small gap between them. “Like this,” she said and brought her lips up against his. Harry spared a glance at Ron before the taste of Ginny’s lips and her flowery scent removed all awareness of the universe beyond him and Ginny. Ron’s ears were red but he didn’t turn from his game toward them.

The rest of the journey passed quickly and they were soon at Hogsmeade Station. Unfortunately, as they alighted from the train, it started to rain heavily. Neville gently guided his sister towards Hagrid and the other first years.

Harry, Rose, Ginny, Ron, Hermione and Neville managed to fit into one of the carriages. They were already quite soaked and glad not to have to cross the lake in the heavy downpour.

As soon as they reached the front steps of the castle, they hurried inside and tried to wring as much of the water out of their clothes as they could.

While waiting to enter the Great Hall, Harry noticed Draco standing among the Slytherins. Draco was staring at Ti who was standing with his fellow second years, chatting. Ti happened to glance in Draco’s direction and, to Harry and Ti’s astonishment, Draco gave his former brother a polite nod before turning away.

Whoa, wonder what that was about? Harry wondered, That git didn’t acknowledge Ti for most of last year.

“Harry, did you notice the nod Draco gave Ti?”
Ginny asked Harry in his head.

“Yeah, I did,” Harry answered, “What brought that on? That’s the first greeting he’s given Ti without a glare or snort.”

“Do you think he’s come to accept his brother’s a Gryffindor?”
Ginny asked, a bit of doubt in her mental voice.

“I’m not sure, Gin,” Harry said, “We’d best be watchful of old Draco. Hey, look at Fred and George.”

The Weasley twins were talking quietly to a golden blonde haired boy in Ravenclaw robes, without any of their characteristic joviality.

“That guy they’re talking to seems familiar,” Harry said, “Oh, Merlin. I think that’s Adam Billingsley, the eldest son of that couple that got attacked the night of the World Cup.”

“If that’s him, then his younger brother must be among the first years crossing the lake,”
Ginny said, “what a gloomy way to see Hogwarts for the first time. Poor kids, they’re orphans now. I wonder where their sister is.”

“I think I heard my Dad say that their aunt on their mother’s side took custody of her,”
Harry said, “I think she’s a muggle. I hope she’s nothing like my Aunt Petunia. According to Mum, she hates anything magical so much. I’d hate to think what she and her husband would have done if I and Rose had to live with them.”

“Don’t think about that, Harry,”
Ginny said, “It’ll never happen. I don’t think your parents will let that happen. If anything happened to them, you, Rose, Daisy and Andrew will stay with us or Sirius.”

“Thanks, Gin,”
Harry said, “Well, enough of the dark thoughts. The doors are opening. Let’s get inside. I’m starving.”

The students trudged into the Great Hall and took their seats at the proper tables. Harry grasped Ginny’s hand under the table as he scanned the staff table. He noticed two empty chairs among the familiar faces. One of them was most likely Professor McGonagall’s as she was supervising the Sorting Ceremony for the first years.

“Harry,” Hermione said, in a low voice, “Do you have any idea who our Defense against the Dark Arts professor will be this year? Did Professor Dumbledore mention anything this summer?”

“No, Hermione,” Harry whispered back, “He never said anything about that. I kinda forgot about it with everything we were doing and all. That’s probably why there’s an extra empty chair.”

“Do you think they found anyone?” Ginny asked, “I really wish Remus hadn’t had to leave.”

“Yeah, Gin,” Harry said, “I do, too. But he has more important work to do.” Harry remembered that Remus was now on a special mission for the Order.

At that moment, the doors of the Hall opened again, this time to let the nervous first years in, led by Professor McGonagall. The first years looked like they had been swimming in the lake and were shivering from a combination of cold and nerves.

The Sorting then started after the Sorting Hat sang another interesting song. Harry listened with only half an ear as Ginny was rubbing his knuckles with her fingers, distracting him quite a bit.

Harry only looked up twice, first when Colin Creevey excitedly introduced his younger brother, Dennis to him and the second time to watch Maggie Longbottom get sorted into Gryffindor, much to her brother’s relief. Maggie took her seat between Dennis and Neville, across from Ti. Harry and his friends congratulated the first year girl, who blushed from all the attention.

As soon as the Sorting was done and Professor McGonagall had taken her seat, Professor Dumbledore stood up and let the Feast begin with his words, “Tuck in.”

Later, after the last of the food had been consumed, Dumbledore rose to give the usual Start of Term speech, except it was not the usual Start of Term speech.

Harry listened with a mixture of curiosity and outrage as Dumbledore announced the cancellation of the Quidditch Cup. Then before he could explain further, he was interrupted by the arrival of a strange but thoroughly soaked man who turned out to be both one of the most eccentric of Aurors and the new Defense against the Dark Arts professor — Alastor ‘Mad Eye’ Moody.

Harry had heard many stories about him from his father and Sirius. As he watched the strange man, fascinated by the man’s magical eye, Harry wondered how much of those stories were true.

Further thoughts about the new teacher were interrupted as Dumbledore again resumed with his announcements. Harry again experienced a succession of emotions as Dumbledore told the students about the Tri-Wizard Tournament and the rule changes the Ministry had made to restrict the participants.

Later that night, as they lay in separate beds in separate dormitories, Harry and Ginny discussed the night’s events.

“It’s too bad about the Quidditch Cup, Harry,” Ginny said in his mind, “It would have been great to see you try out those moves Krum used during the World Cup.”

“Yeah, Ginny,”
Harry replied, “I’d love to have tried them out. I should have attempted a few of them when we were flying around the Burrow or Potter Manor. I thought then that I would be able to once we were back here. Well, maybe next year.”

“I guess,”
Ginny said. After a few seconds of silence, she said, “So, what do you think of the new Professor for DADA?”

Harry gave her a mental shrug, “I’m not sure. Dad and Sirius used to tell me the strangest stories about him. He was Dad and Sirius’ training officer when they joined the Aurors. He has this motto,” Harry took on a loud booming voice for a second,Constant Vigilence! He always screamed that. I wonder if he’ll do the same thing with us.”

“What’s with that blue eye?”
Ginny asked, “Wasn’t it creepy, the way it moved around separate from the other? I swear it even seemed to go to the back of his head.”

“It probably does,”
Harry said, “Sirius mentioned he’d lost one of his eyes in a battle with several Dark Wizards. One of them threw a cutting curse of some sort at him. He got a magical one to replace it. Very rare, that kind of thing, according to Sirius.”

“Well, we’ll see,”
Ginny said, “We get our time tables tomorrow, so we’ll know when we have DADA. Harry?” Ginny’s mental voice got serious all of a sudden.

“Yeah, Gin?” Harry asked, “What is it?”

“About the Tri-Wizard,”
Ginny said, “You won’t try to get in, will you?”

“I don’t know,”
Harry said, his mental voice a little quiet, “We don’t know who the impartial judge is. It’ll be difficult to come up with a way to fool him or her if we don’t know who he or she is.”

“Please, Harry,”
Ginny said, “Promise me you won’t try to get in. Remember what your mother said. Even by yourself, you’re powerful enough to get in, if your name was submitted.”

“Yeah, I guess so,”
Harry said.

“So, please, don’t try to enter, for me. I don’t know how dangerous the tasks they plan will be, but if you were out there, I’d feel and see it through our Bond. I don’t know if I could take that. It’s one thing to be right there beside you like last term with Wormtail. But if you were alone there, facing who knows what, I don’t know if I could stand not being able to help you.”

Harry was touched by how deeply Ginny felt about it. He knew how she felt since he had felt that way when Wormtail had kidnapped her a few short months ago.

“All right, Gin,” he said, “I promise, no matter what anyone may say, I won’t enter the Tri-Wizard Tournament. I swear on Merlin’s honor. All right?”

Ginny sighed, “Okay, Harry. Thank you.” She yawned then, “Sorry, I’m getting tired. See you in the morning, love. Good night.”

“Good night, Ginny,”
Harry said. As he felt her fall asleep, Harry didn’t feel sleepy yet himself.

In spite of his promise to Ginny, he couldn’t help wonder how it would feel to become the Tri-Wizard Champion. He imagined himself standing in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch raising the Trophy over his head to the cheers of the entire school.

He sighed. It was a good dream, to have an achievement all his own, something separate from his scar, Voldemort and the prophecy. Maybe he could try, the next time they held it. At the moment, he couldn’t think of a way to make him seem seventeen already.

He sighed again and closed his eyes.

The following days were hectic and strange again for Harry and his friends. After all, Harry still had Divination. He groaned when he found that he was still Trelawney’s favorite target for most gruesome death predictions.

Predictably, Hagrid had them studying another dangerous creature — Blast-ended Skrewts.

When their first DADA class came up the following Thursday, Harry and his fellow fourth years were horrified by Moody’s demonstrations of the three Unforgivables. Harry knew that even Aurors were not allowed to use those three spells except under very special circumstances. He hoped that Moody had special permission from Dumbledore to teach it to them.

Then, just as the students were starting to leave the DADA classroom at the end of the period, Moody said, “Mr. Potter, a moment please.”

“All right, Professor,” Harry said, wondering what the ex-Auror wanted. He turned to Hermione and Ron, “I’ll see you two later.”

Harry approached Moody who was seated at his desk, “You wanted to see me, Professor?”

Moody eyed Harry with his magical eye for a moment before answering, “Yes, Mr. Potter. I have something to discuss with you. Take a seat.” He waved his wand and a chair came up behind Harry.

Sitting down, Harry asked, warily, “What is it, sir?”

“Well, Potter,” Moody said, “I bet you’re wondering why I took this job. I’m sure you’ve heard stories about me from your father and that godfather of yours, stories that would make you think I wouldn’t care to teach a bunch of kids, let alone a whole school.”

Harry shrugged, “Well, sir, I guess the whole school is wondering.”

“I’ll tell you why,” Moody said, gruffly, “You. You’re the real reason I accepted this job. I know Voldemort is back and I have a feeling you’ll be the one to get rid of him. You did it once. You’ll do it again, with the proper training.”

Harry was surprised by the faith the older man seemed to have in him.

“Surprised you, didn’t I?” Moody asked, “Well, ever since that night when Voldemort attacked you and your parents, I wondered how you survived the killing curse. As I said earlier in class, you’re the only one to ever do that. After thinking about it for a long time, I’ve come to the conclusion that there was a purpose to that. I believe the purpose was to make you the one who would finally put an end to that monster.”

Harry was again surprised. He wondered if Moody knew the prophecy but decided he didn’t and had only come to his conclusion after careful thought.

When Harry didn’t say anything, Moody said, “However, for that to happen, you’ll need training. For that matter, every single one of your fellow students will need training in order to fight. Voldemort won’t spare anyone when he finally resumes the war he was waging. The training you’ll need will take time. For now, you need to know as much about the Dark Arts as you can. That’s where I come in. Then, maybe later in the year, we can start on some actual spells. Dumbledore told me that you’ve already been getting some extra training from him, your father, godfather and Remus Lupin. That’s good. I’ll add to that. But for now, I wanted you to know why I’m really hear and that there are people who know the truth about Voldemort. We’re with you.”

“Thanks, Professor,” Harry said, touched by his support.

“Now, go on and get to dinner,” he said, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture.

“Thank you, Professor,” Harry said, leaving the room.

“Now that was certainly interesting,” Harry heard Ginny’s voice say in his mind.

“I’ll say,” Harry said, as he walked down the corridors on the way to the Great Hall, “Do you think Dumbledore told him about the prophecy?”

“I don’t think so, Harry,”
Ginny replied, “I think he came up with that all on his own.”

“I thought so, too. Well, at least that means the Headmaster can get us the help we need without having to spew out the bloody thing.”

Ginny said, a bit of caution in her tone, “When are you going to tell Ron, Rose and Hermione about Trelawney’s Prophecy?”

Harry stopped walking and leaned against the wall. The corridor was otherwise empty.

“Harry?” Ginny asked again. A couple of seconds later, she appeared at the end of the corridor and walked slowly up to Harry, who still hadn’t answered her.

Ginny looked up at him as she wrapped her arms around him. She could feel the turmoil in his thoughts as he thought of the Prophecy given by Trelawney and the one given by his own sister.

“Harry, please, talk to me.”

“I don’t know, Gin,” Harry said in her mind finally, “I don’t want them to hate me.”

“Why would they do that, Harry?”

“You heard the Prophecy Trelawney gave, Gin. ‘Neither can live while the other survives.’ That means I have to kill him. Either I get murdered or I become a murderer. How else will they feel about a murderer?”

He gently moved out of her embrace and walked over to a window, which overlooked the grounds. He stared out the window, his mind still in thinking about the Prophecy. He felt Ginny wrap her arms around his waist again and lean her head against his back.

“Harry, there’s no way they’d hate you for killing Voldemort.” Ginny said in his mind, “It wouldn’t be murder since he’s not human anymore. It would be like getting rid of a mad dog.”

Harry stayed silent but Ginny could feel him calming down and considering her words, so she continued.

“What about me, Harry? I understand what Trelawney’s Prophecy requires you to do. I don’t like it but I accept it. I haven’t loved you any less for it. There’s no way I’m going to leave you because of it, Bond or no Bond.”

Finally, Harry sighed and turned around within her arms to face her. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her. He was tall enough now to rest his chin on her shoulder.

“Thanks, Gin,” Harry said, “To be honest, if you hadn’t heard the Prophecy through our connection, I’m not sure if I would have told you. I guess I owe it to them to know what they may be getting into.”

“Don’t forget Rose’s prophecy, Harry. We haven’t given it much thought lately but if we can tell Ron and Hermione about it, too, then Hermione can help us figure it out. I think I know who a few of the people are.”

“I guess so. Okay, Gin. We can tell them this weekend. I’ll find a place we can talk. Now, can we get some dinner.”

Ginny grinned, “Sure. Let’s go.” She took his hand and led the way to the Great Hall.

The following Sunday morning, Harry, Ginny, Rose, Ron and Hermione walked down to Hagrid’s hut, ostensibly so they could visit the half-giant. Once there, Harry thanked Hagrid for letting them use his house for some private conversation.

“It’s all righ’, Harry,” Hagrid said, “I know how hard it is ter get some privacy here.” He stood up as they sat down, “Well, there’s some tea on the stove and scones in the oven. Just help yerselves. I’ve got ter check on some things in the Fores’ but I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Thanks again, Hagrid,” Harry said as the large man left through the back door.

“All right, Harry,” Hermione said, “What’s so important we needed to sneak off and hide from the rest of the student body?”

“Well,” Harry said, “earlier this summer, my parents and Professor Dumbledore revealed the real reason why Voldemort, oh get over it, Ron, why Voldemort attacked us that Halloween night. It seems there was a prophecy made concerning someone who could get rid of him.” Harry then recited Trelawney’s prophecy.

The hut was silent as the implications of the prophecy sunk into the heads of Ron, Rose and Hermione. Harry watched them carefully, looking for signs of disgust or revulsion.

It was Ron who broke the silence, “Wow! Bloody hell!”

“Ron! Language!” Hermione said then she added, shrugging her shoulders, “However, that about sums up how I feel myself.”

“You two don’t find me disgusting?” Harry asked in a soft tone, “Aren’t you disgusted with me having to murder someone, even Voldemort?”

“What!” Hermione said, “No, Harry, of course not. That man is a monster. He’s already killed hundreds in the last war. Someone has to stop him. It won’t be murder since he isn’t human anymore.”

“Yeah, Harry,” Ron said, “I’m not too happy that it’ll be you because you could die. But you’ve already stopped him, what, three times already? I’m glad there’s a chance he’ll be stopped permanently. Considering the power you have, I’m sure you can do it.”

“Thanks, you guys,” Harry said, “That means a lot to me.”

He then looked at Rose, who was sitting still and hadn’t said a word yet, “Sis, are you all right?”

She shrugged, “Yeah, I am, Harry. I guess I’m not surprised by this, considering what you’ve already done and what I am.”

“What you are?” Ron said, his blue eyes narrowing, “What does that mean, Rose?”

“I-I’m a seer, Ron,” Rose said, looking down at her feet.

“A seer?” Ron asked, “What exactly is a seer?”

“As a seer, I occasionally see what will happen in the future,” Rose said, “More of glimpses actually, usually of other people’s future.”

Ron’s eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up his forehead, “Bloody hell! Ow! Hermione!” Hermione had punched him on the arm.

“Language, Ron,” Hermione said, “Being surprised isn’t an excuse for vulgarity.”

“Well, you don’t seem surprised by that last bit Rose said,” Ron said, rubbing his arm.

Hermione’s cheeks turned red, “Er, well, she told me months ago.”

“What!” Ron exclaimed. He turned to Harry and Ginny, “I bet she told you two, too, didn’t she?”

Harry and Ginny shrugged.

“Bloody hell,” Ron said, slumping backward in the armchair he was seated in, “Just great. My best mate’s in a prophecy and shares a Soul Bond with my baby sister then his baby sister is a seer. What else is there?”

“Hey! We’re not babies!” Ginny and Rose said, together.

“Er, there is more, Ron,” Harry said, “There’s something else you and Hermione don’t know about Rose. Sis, is it all right if I tell them?”

“I guess so,” Rose said, “It is part of my being a seer, anyway.”

Harry turned to look at Ron and Hermione, “Rose sort of made a prophecy the night of my birthday when we got home to Potter Manor.”

“A prophecy?” Hermione asked, “What did it say?”

“Well,” Harry said, “I think it goes something like this.”

They gather now, they who would stand by the Chosen One,
His six companions, bonded by love deep and true
The Soul Mate, his other half, his strength
The Seer, his sister in blood, his guide
The Wise Lady, his sister in all but blood, his font of knowledge
The Strategist, his best friend, his right hand
The Green Lord, his equal in power, his general
The White Ram, saved from Evil by him, his left hand
Training they need together, to defeat the Dark Lord
Let not one be lost or all will be for naught
And the Dark Lord will defeat the Chosen one

“Is that about it?”
Harry asked Ginny, mentally.

“I think so, Harry,” Ginny answered mentally.

“Wow,” Ron said, bewildered, “What do you think it means? Who are those people it mentions?”

“I think the Chosen One is Harry since the Dark Lord is obviously Voldemort,” Hermione said, “Quit that shuddering, Ron. Really, how can you be a Gryffindor if a mere name scares you?”

“Well, it’s sort of reflex action and seeing my mum and dad react to that name,” Ron said sheepishly.

Hermione shook her head, “Anyway, if the Dark Lord is Voldemort and the Chosen One is Harry, the six companions are the ones who’ll help Harry defeat Voldemort.”

“That’s what I thought, too,” Ginny said, “So, the soul mate is probably me and the seer is Rose as she’s his ‘sister in blood’. But who are the other four?”

“I think the next two lines talk of Ron and Hermione,” Harry said, “The Wise Lady is Hermione and the Strategist is Ron.”

“Are you sure, Harry?” Hermione asked, “I mean I’ve got intelligence and knowledge. But that part about ‘sister in all but blood’. Is that really talking about me?”

Harry looked at her with a smile, “Of course, Hermione. I’ve thought of you always as more than a friend, though not, er, romantically. To me, you’re as much a sister as Rose. You’re like the older, more mature sister I’ve never had.”

“Thanks, Harry,” Hermione said, a blush on her cheeks and tears glistening in her eyes, “I guess I have thought of you as a brother, too. That’s still true even if we have Danny now.”

He smiled at her then turned to Ron, “And you have always been my best friend. You’re brilliant in wizarding chess and all those muggle and wizarding strategy games we used to play when we were kids. I have no doubt that you’re the Strategist.”

“Wow, thanks, mate,” Ron said, awed by Harry’s praise, “I guess I am quite good in planning stuff like that.”

“All right,” Rose said, a smile on her face, “We’ve got those settled. What about the next two lines? Who are the Green Lord and the White Ram?”

“I’m not sure, Rose,” Harry said, “I’d say they’re close to me, as close as the four of you. But I don’t know. I doubt it’s any of our parents or their friends. It just doesn’t fit any of them.”

“Let me think about for a while, Harry,” Hermione said, “Maybe I can come up with some candidates.”

“All right, Hermione,” Harry said, “I’m glad you three know now about both prophecies. Now, we can continue our training together. Let’s have some tea while we wait for Hagrid to get back.”

They waited for Hagrid and spent the rest of the morning visiting with him for real. They then headed back to the castle for lunch

As they walked into the Entrance Hall, they saw numerous students coming in as well. Unfortunately, among them were Draco and his cronies.

“Oho,” Draco said, “If it isn’t Scarhead, his halfblood sister, two weasels and a mudblood.”

“Shut it, Malfoy,” Harry said, “We don’t have time to deal with your crap.”

“Ooh,” Draco said, smirking, “getting a little shirty, aren’t you, Potter?” Then, he saw the linked hands of Harry and Ginny, “Well, well, aren’t you and the little weasel cozy, Potter? Looks like I was right about you two that time in the bookstore, eh? Couldn’t you have done better than a Weasley? I know you’re friends with his pathetic brother but to take his sister as your girlfriend? Really! Well, your families are just the same, mugglelovers and blood traitors.”

Harry’s hand tightened on his wand under his robes.

“No, Harry!” Ginny’s mental voice sounded in his mind, squeezing his hand in hers, “Don’t start anything. Leave him to me.”

“Oh, all right, Gin, this time. I’ll not have him insult you.”

Ginny looked at Malfoy, “Really original with your insults, aren’t you, Malfoy? At least our families care for each other. What about yours? Your father is an arrogant, cruel man who bribed his way out of Azkaban. Your mother has her nose so high in the air I’m afraid she may pass out from lack of oxygen.”

Draco’s face was red as he started becoming angry, “Shut up about my family! The Malfoys are a proud and honorable pureblood family.”

“So you’re just as sensitive about your family as the rest of us, eh Draco?” Harry said, “It’s too bad you disowned the best part of it. Ti would have given more honor and pride to your family than the rest of you.” With that, Harry and the others turned from the three Slytherins and started walking away.

All of a sudden, they heard a shout, “OH NO YOU DON’T, LADDIE!” There was a loud bang behind them. When they turned around they saw Moody descending the main stairs, his wand out and pointed at a snow-white ferret that was standing exactly where Draco had been.

Moody then started to admonish the ferret as it bounced up and down under the direction of Moody’s wand. Unfortunately, Professor McGonagall happened along and discovered that the bouncing ferret was a transfigured student. Her scolding was enough to embarrass the ex-Auror and drive the watching children into the Great Hall.

Harry and his friends had a good laugh over that. Even Ti was amused by what had befallen his ex-brother. They spent the rest of the afternoon doing homework.

At the start of dinner, Dumbledore sent a message to Harry, asking him and Ginny to see him an hour before curfew in his office. They went to see him under Harry’s invisibility cloak.

When they got there, the Headmaster told them that starting the following week, they would continue their Occlumency lessons every Sunday afternoon. Harry told him about their interpretation of Rose’s prophecy.

Dumbledore agreed with their ideas of the identities of the Soul mate, Seer, Wise Lady and Strategist. He told them that he had an idea of who the Green Lord and White Ram were but said that it could wait until the end of the Tri-Wizard Tournament.

The days passed and it was again Hermione’s birthday, her fifteenth. The Gryffindors once again held a party for their resident genius. Since it was a Friday, they didn’t have to worry about classes the next day.

Harry and Ginny gave Hermione a magical hairclip in the shape of a butterfly that fastened itself. Rose gave her some muggle hair styling items. Ron and Neville gave her a gift certificate to the bookstore in Hogsmeade. Even Lavender and Parvati gave her some cosmetics. The other Gryffindors gave her various chocolates and candies.

As September passed into October, the fourth years found their workload increased quite a lot. McGonagall explained to them that this was to prepare them for their O.W.L.S. which they would be taking the following year.

Harry and his fellow fourth years were further shocked in DADA when Moody started to cast the Imperius Curse on them with the purpose of teaching them to overcome it. Harry found himself able to throw off the curse after four tries. The rest were not as successful. The worse was Draco whom Moody had performing all sorts of acrobatic tricks while he was under the curse.

Then, on the last Monday of October, a large notice appeared in the Entrance Hall announcing that the students from the other two Wizarding schools participating in the tournament, Beauxbatons in France and Durmstrang in Bulgaria, would arrive the following Friday which was the day before Halloween.

Harry remembered that the champions of each school would be chosen on Halloween.

Soon, the whole school was abuzz over speculations on what the students from the other schools would be like.

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