Chapter 6 : Back to Hogwarts
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“Seamus, Dean, go back to Leaky Cauldron and please send your message to Gawin and Obliviator Headquarters? Me and Ron will stay here,” said Harry. Dean and Seamus nodded and left. Then Harry took a step to four Muggles and said,
“Eh, we are plainclothes policemen. He is a culprit,” Harry pointed the bound man.
The four Muggle spectators were still staring at Harry’s wand suspiciously.
“Eh, it’s a new weapon,” said Harry. Ron looked anxious. When they were starting to think to cast ‘Imperio’ one of unforgivable curses on them, two wizards and two witches arrived with Dean and Seamus.
“Thank Merlin! You were quick to send Patronus!”Harry said relieved.
“We were lucky. They were there to have lunch. So we only sent Patronus to Gawin.” said Dean.
“I knew the color of Obliviator’s robes. They were Irish green,” grinned Seamus.
“Stand back!” one of wizards in green robes shouted. He took out his wand and casted
“We are keeping other Muggles away,” explained another wizard in green robes.
Then he and other two witches in green robes took out their wands and pointed to four Muggle spectators, “Obliviate.”
Soon four Muggle spectators left there as if they remembered other important business.
“We have to learn those charms,” said Ron.
“Yeah.” Harry agreed. “Hermione is good at casting ‘Obliviate’. We can ask her to teach us how to cast the spell on this weekend,”
They dragged the bound man to Leaky Cauldron and disapparated together to the Atrium. They got to their feet in the center of Atrium. Then Williamson and Dawlish approached them. Their eyes were wary.
“Potter, was he a suspect?” Dawlish nodded towards the bound man.
“Yes, sir,” Harry answered.
Now Harry was looking at the bound man. Harry had thought he had not seen him before at first time but now his face looked familiar.
“Well, take him along to Auror Headquarters,” Dawlish said pointing the hearth in the Atrium.
“Via Floo Powder?” Harry asked.
“Oh, here’s an emergency button,” Williamson pushed the purple button on the wall near the hearth.
“Come on!” Williamson beckoned them in the hearth.
They went back to the Auror Headquarters with the suspect. The other trainees seemed to have gone to the Gathering Hall.
“Now all of you, come with me,” Williamson took them into the back room.
“It’s an investigation room,” he opened the door. Inside there were many vials on the shelf. Harry guessed they were Veritaserum. The liquid inside vials were all clear like water.
“Sir, do you use the potion?” Harry asked.
“Not yet,” said Dawlish.
He let the bound man sit on the chair. The eyes of the man were vacant. Harry suspected the man was under Imperius Curse.
“What’s your name?” Dawlish asked the man.
“Terence Higgs,” The man answered.
The name sounds familiar to Harry. Then Ron shouted,
“He was a Slytherin Seeker before Malfoy seized his position!”
“Why did you try to attack Harry Potter?” Williamson bent over and asked.
Terence tried to answer but suddenly he looked confused and he got into panic.
“Confundus Charm,” Dawlish grumbled.
Williamson got to his feet and walked to the shelf and picked up one of the vials.
As Dawlish forced Terence’s mouth open, and Williamson poured three drops inside it carefully.
“Why did you try to attack Harry Potter?” Williamson asked again.
“’Cause my father was taken captive by the remaining Death Eaters. They cursed me and forced me to attack Potter,” Terence spoke in a flat voice.
“Where is their hiding place?” asked Dawlish.
“I don’t know. I was in the Quidditch pitch of Falmouth Falcons. They threaten me there and they cursed me,” Terence spoke in an expressionless voice.
“Do you know any other vital information about the remaining Death Eaters?” asked Williamson.
“I heard they were plotting to curse Quidditch professional players who knows Harry Potter,” Terence spoke.
Harry was in a state of shock now. Trouble found him again.
“Well, we have to discuss the matter with Gawin and Kingsley,” said Dawlish.
“Right. I will send him off to Falmouth Falcons. Trainees, join in the Gathering Hall,” said Williamson and let Terence stand up and casted ‘Finite’ on him.
Harry had just hit upon an idea and said,
“Sir, please wait. We need his memories when he encountered Death Eaters. Do you have a Pensieve in this office? ”
“Pensie.. what’s that?” asked Williamson. He looked dubious.
“I reckon what Potter says about is the magical tool or something in Hogwarts. We don’t have it here, Potter,” said Dawlish.
“The Pensieve is in the office of Headmistress. Sir, we need his memories. Can I skip the training and take him to Hogwarts now?” Harry asked. Williamson and Dawlish were putting on questioning looks for a while then Williamson grinned and said,
“Well, I heard from Kingsley your instinct was our force to renovate Auror Headquarters. Yes, you can take him to Hogwarts with Weasley now. Report about what you’ll get from him through Floo Network. And from tomorrow you’ll be assigned to guard Hogwarts. Don’t take your eyes off Draco Malfoy. Two of you take a nap in turn. You’ll stay at night in Head Boy’s room,”
“What? Eh, sorry, sir. Why will we have to stay at night with Malfoy?” Ron asked without concealing his shock.
“You learned today, Weasley, didn’t you? The students and graduate students who know Potter are targets of remaining Death Eaters. And I heard Draco Malfoy helped Death Eaters to intrude Hogwarts three years ago,” Dawlish said firmly.
Harry and Ron willy-nilly accepted to guard their old rival.
Harry, Ron and Terence stood in the front of the hearth of Auror Headquarters. Harry pushed the purple button then three of them moved from there to the hearth of Atrium. They stepped out of the hearth, then Harry and Ron held Terence together and they disapparated to the gate of Hogwarts. In front of the gate Harry sent his Patronus. His silver Stag leapt and left to the Headmistress’s office. Soon McGonagall herself came tripping down to the gate. She opened the gate and beamed at them.
“Welcome back, Potter, Weasley and..?”
“Good afternoon, Professor. He is Terence Higgs. He was a Slytherin Seeker seven years ago. He’s a professional Seeker of Falmouth Falcons,” Harry said.
“Oh, long time no see, Higgs. Well, please come in,” McGonagall let them enter. They followed her to the statue of the gargoyle. McGonagall said the new password,
“Treacle Tart.” Then a spiral staircase transported them upstairs.
“Treacle Tart?” asked Harry to McGonagall. McGonagall beamed at Harry and said,
“Your birthday party refreshed me.”
Harry blushed to remember the scene of his kissing Ginny.
“What did she mean?” Ron showed his dubious look.
“Nothing,” said Harry.
They entered the office. Then McGonagall strode over to the cabinet where the Pensieve was kept. She placed the stone basin upon her desk and said,
“Please hand his wand to Terence.”
Ron took out Terence’s wand and handed it to him. Terence was puzzled over what to do and said, “How..?”
Harry glanced back and looked up to see the portrait of Dumbledore. Dumbledore in the portrait was smiling. Harry nodded and said,
“Terence, touch the tip of your wand to your temple and keep an image in your memory when you were threatened by the remaining Death Eaters.”
Terence touched the tip of his wand to his temple timidly. McGonagall handed over a tiny, empty glass of bottle to Harry. Harry held the tiny bottle near the head of Terence with his left hand and he held his own wand over Terence’s shoulder with his right hand and said,
“Pull your memory slowly with your wand.”
Terence closed his eyes like he tried to recall his memory then he pulled a silver thread of memory from his temple. Harry helped him to pull the silver long thread and lifted the silver substance into the tiny bottle with his wand, and looked up at the portrait of Dumbledore again. Dumbledore in the portrait spoke,
“Well done, my boy. I think you did it. ”
Terence opened his eyes and looked around and said,
“Who was it?”
Harry poured Terence’s memory into the wide basin with its runic markings around the edge.
“Now, Ron bow over!” said Harry.
Harry and Ron bowed over the Pensieve. They felt their feet leave the office floor and fell through darkness and landed in Quidditch pitch. The flag of Falmouth Falcons was fluttering in the wind.
Terence was hovering in the air holding a snitch. When he tried to release the snitch, three hooded wizards apparated in the pitch. Their faces were masked. Two of them were large. Harry reckoned they were Crabbe and Goyle. Then Ron whispered to Harry.
“They are Crabbe and Goyle. And who, do you think, he is?”
“ I’m not sure.” said Harry.
One of Large Death Eaters took out the wand. He swished his wand and then Terence’s snitch vanished. Terence hurtled down on the ground.
“Where’s my snitch?” shouted Terence.
The Death Eater who vanished the snitch said,
“If you killed Harry Potter, your snitch would be back to you.”
“And your father would be back, ” One of the large Death Eaters said.
And he grabbed the mask of the smallest hooded man. As the man’s face was revealed, Terence looked thunderstruck and murmured,
Terence’s father was standing with his eyes vacant.
“We caught him in Norfolk. He was hunting Nogtails. We cursed him Imperius. Bertie Higgs brought us Galleons from Higgs’s vault in Gringotts,” said the other Death Eater.
“Please release my father. I’ll do anything but I can’t kill Harry Potter. He was an excellent Seeker at Hogwarts, and he defeated Dark Lord many times. Nobody will be able to beat him,” said Terence in his trembling voice.
“Potter didn’t save my son’s life. He rescued Greg and Draco. But he abandoned Vincent!” roared Crabbe’s father.
“Sorry for that,” said Goyle’s father.
“Bloody hell! It was Vincent Crabbe himself who casted Fiendfyre that killed himself!” Ron shouted.
“It’s just a memory of Terence, Ron. He can’t hear us,” said Harry.
Then Crabbe’s father held up his wand and began to curse Terence and said,
“Rookwood is right. We can make Galleons by using Quidditch professional players. And it’s a good idea indeed to use them who know Harry Potter. It is easy to catch them in the pitch.” The voice faded out and everything went black.
Harry and Ron landed back on the office floor. McGonagall and Terence now was sitting down and staring at them.
“Well?” inquired McGonagall.
“I have to report what we knew to our head. Can I use Floo Network?”
After Harry’s report to Gawin, he spoke,
“Aurors and the other trainees will be stationed at Gringotts and all the professional Quidditch team pitches in Britain and Ireland.”
Harry doubted if there were plenty of Aurors enough to cover all the important spots. Gawin continued,
“We shouldn’t get Terence back to Falmouth Falcons until his father will be released.”
Then Gawin talked about that with McGonagall.
Harry and Ron escorted Terence to the Great Hall.
“I’m starving. It’s brilliant to have the feast at Hogwarts,” Ron said delighted.
“Yeah, after seven years passed. I’m happy to eat dinner in the Great Hall at Hogwarts again, though my father is still a captive,” Terence said.
“We will get your father back,” Harry declared.
Now they opened the heavy door of the Great Hall. As Harry looked up the enchanted ceiling which was black and full of twinkling stars, there were several screams and yells and whispers:
“They are Potter and Weasley!”
“It’s Harry Potter!”
“How handsome they are in Auror robes!”
Then a voice called,
“Harry! Ron! I wanted to see you again.”
It was Neville Longbottom. Neville was wearing dark brown robes. He walked to them at a quick pace.
“Brilliant, Neville. You look like a professor!” said Ron astonished.
“Oh, you, too. You look like a decent Auror in your suitable robes,” said Neville.
“I’m not a professor. I’m helping Professor Sprout.”
“Wow, brilliant! You’re teaching the students here!” said Harry.
They marched straight to the long Gryffindor table, where Hermione and Ginny were standing on tiptoe.
“We thought two of you would come here tomorrow,” Hermione said delighted and now she was hugging Harry.
Ron cleared his throat. Then Ron was hugging Hermione tight. Harry turned. Ginny gave Harry a warm, bright smile. He had forgotten the feeling since he started his new life in Grimmauld Place and Auror training: How beautiful she was. Not Ginny in the two-way mirror, real Ginny’s blazing look let Harry almost kissed her. Then several students wolf-whistled and giggled nervously.
“How long are you staring at each other? Ha?” Ron said.
“Eh, well, Terence, are you O.K. with us at this Gryffindor table?” Harry asked Terence.
Terence shrugged and said,
“No problem. My house was Slytherin but now I belong to Falmouth Falcons, so it’s O.K. with me.” Terence sat down at the table with them.
“Wow, cool you are. Terence Higgs, a Seeker of Falmouth Falcons!” There was a flash.
Dennis Creevy was taking a picture. He was now taking a picture of Harry and Ron.
Harry, Ron and Terence reached across the other girl students who were giggling, a couple of chicken legs and chips and ate them. They enjoyed the feast very much. The Hall echoed with bright laughter and talk and the clatter of knives and forks.
As Harry glanced back to the Slytherin table to find Draco Malfoy, two Aurors, Hestia and Dedalus were sitting there. Hestia noticed Harry and waved her hand smiling. Dedalus was trying to talk to Malfoy, but Malfoy seemed to completely ignore him.
“So where will you stay? ” asked Neville.
“I don’t know. Are there vacant beds?” said Harry.
“No, I’m sorry. This year, seventh years and eighth years, I mean, our year students are studying here, too. So we don’t have any extra beds now. But you can sleep at Gryffindor Common rooms. You can sleep on sofa or I’ll ask Headmistress to lend you sleeping bags.”
Neville stood up and walked up to the platform where professors were eating. McGonagall came down to them with Neville and said,
“Sorry, Potter ,Weasley. I’ll lend you sleeping bags. So please stay at Common Room tonight. We have one vacant teacher’s office so Terence, please use there until you would be back to your team camp.”
“Eh, professor, are they going to sleep at Common Room every weekend?” Hermione protested.
“No, they aren’t. From tomorrow’s night, they’ll stay at Head Boy’s room on their duty. Head Boy’s room is very large,” McGonagall smiled and left.
Hermione and Ginny looked stunned and said,
“Are you going to stay at night with Malfoy?”
Ron huffed to hear that.
“Hermione, you didn’t tell me Malfoy , a git became a Head Boy!”
They came up to the entrance of the portrait of Fat Lady.
“Oh, the rumor that the boys who saved the Wizarding World came back was right. Welcome back, my boys, you look so handsome in your dark red robes. Password?” said Fat Lady.
“Harry Potter!” said Hermione aloud.
“Is that a password?” Harry asked in surprise.
“You are the Gryffindor hero of Hogwarts. I’m very proud of you,” said Fat Lady and she opened.
“So what do you think of Malfoy as a Head Boy? Why didn’t you protest about it?” said Ron irritated.
“Because it was Headmistress’s final decision. We are loyal to her. Wizards and Witches in new era should be cooperative to renovate this Wizarding World. Muggle-born or Pure-blood doesn’t matter at all! Wizards or Witches or Elves doesn’t matter either!” Hermione was now shouting.
“But..” Ron was cut off by Dennis Creevy. He told Hermione to go meeting of Prefects and Head Boy.
Hermione hurried out of the Common Room. Harry asked,
“Are you alright, Ron?”
Ron smiled wryly.
“Well, I was just worrying about her. I don’t want her to be tortured like last year, you know?” said Ron.
Harry understood Ron meant the incident at Malfoy Manor last year.
“You don’t have to worry about that, Ron,” Ginny said.
“Why can you say that?” Ron asked impatiently.
“’Cause Malfoy is a little bit different this year.”
“How different?” Harry asked her.
“Well it’s hard to say. You will be able to find soon,” said Ginny.
Dazzling morning sunshine streamed through the net curtains of the window of Gryffindor Common Room. Harry felt someone’s lips on his. He stirred and opened his eyes. His right hand fumbled for his glasses. He found them and he shoved them on. He blinked and Ginny came into focus, smiling down at him.
“Morning, Harry, ” she said.
“Morning, Ginny. What time is it? ” Harry asked.
“It’s six. It’s a lovely fine day. We’ll have Quidditch tryouts this morning! Can you come to the pitch?” Ginny was wearing scarlet Gryffindor team robes.
Ron stirred and woke up.
“Morning, mate. Is it time to change shifts?” Ron asked giving a big yawn.
“Not yet. After breakfast our shift will start,” Harry answered pulling off his grey shirt.
He seized his wand out of his pocket of Auror robes folded by his sleeping bag, he casted,
Then his another grey shirt hurtled from his duffel bag Kreacher brought for him last night.
“So yes, we can watch your team tryouts, Ginny,” Harry said putting on his shirt.
As Ginny got to her feet staggering a little, her face was turning a deep shade of pink
, and she said,
“Well, I’ll be in the pitch waiting for you.”
Harry was watching Ginny from the stand with Ron. Ginny was standing in the center of the pitch. Harry felt a swooping sensation to see her. Her red long hair was fluttering in the wind. And her radiant beautiful appearance was like a blazing goddess.
Ginny started a test. The applicants began to fly around the pitch. Then she tested five Chasers. She chose two Chasers: Demelza Robins and the other witch Harry didn’t know her name. Then she tested four Beaters and three Keepers. In the end of the test Ginny descended from the air down to the spot where Harry, Ron was watching.
“Now I must choose the best Seeker. Harry, help me,” Ginny said.
“What shall I do?” asked Harry.
“Race with them to catch the snitch,” Ginny said.
“O.K. Can I borrow your broom?” Harry asked.
The snitch was released in the sky. Harry mounted the broom the fastest among them ,thanks to the training of Aberforth , and flew up in the air. The other three applicants were chasing Harry. Harry dived down in full speed and ascended in the air. The action of Ginny’s Clean Sweep wasn’t so smooth as his Firebolt but it wasn’t bad. Soon he could find the snitch in the higher position. As he accelerated the speed and nearly reached the snitch, he realized the other boy whose hair was as black as Harry’s was catching up with him. But Harry was faster. He finally got the snitch with his right hand. They descended down together and they dismounted the broom.
“What’s your name?” asked Harry.
“Andrew Peverell,” the boy answered.
“Good Job, Andrew. Ginny will choose you as a Seeker.”
Harry felt familiar with his last name and asked,
“Where are you from?”
“Godric’s Hollow,” The boy said.
“I’m in the second year. Last year I wasn’t here. ‘Cause , you know ,Dark Lord thing. I am Muggle-born. My stepfather’s last name was Peverell. He died last December to protect me and my mother from snatchers who had hunted Muggle-born wizards and witches. ”
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