Chapter 1 : Incantations and Agitations
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Category: Mystery, Drama, Angst, Romance
Timeline: Harry, Ron, and Hermione’s 6th year
Rating: PG-14 for violence, sexual insinuations, and mild swearing
Topic: The dichotomy of good vs. evil is explored and re-examined. Who or what really is evil?
Harry could barely believe it was his sixth year at Hogwarts. Then again, he could. It had been hard. Not only were classes becoming more difficult, especially after passing O.W.L.’s, but also the fact that every year had him facing possible death by an unseen enemy. Facing possible death and not dying strengthened his faith in himself and his friends. It also leant a little to his ego. His fan club’s members increased year after year—with only a minor setback during his second year when they had suspected him of being the heir of Slytherin—no doubt this year, there’d be a mob awaiting him once he entered the Great Hall.
He was correct.
With Colin Creevey heading the band of Harry Potter fans, camera poised and ready, Harry put a hand above his eyes to block the snapping photos and used his other hand to lightly push the smaller kids out of the way so he could sit down next to his friends at the Gryffindor table. “Enough, enough, kids,” Colin was telling the younger students, “Let him eat in peace. There’ll be plenty of time for pictures and autographs later. The question and answer session ‘Who is Harry Potter’ will be after the Sorting Ritual and supper.
Harry shook his head dismissively and found Ron. “I can’t believe them.”
“At least they have a hobby.” Ron shrugged. “Seen Hermione around?”
“No I thought she was with you,” Harry admitted.
The sorting ceremony finished up and the feast materialized in front of them. Harry was famished so he dug right in, but this year Ron wasn’t scoffing down food like an animal this year. “You all right?” Harry asked him between bites.
“Yeah,” he took a large bite, as if to prove it, “just fine.”
Hermione was late, which was very unusual for her. “I can’t believe I missed the train! McGonagall is going to be furious! And I left some things at home- I forgot to pack them. And then missing the sorting!”
She went on and on for what seemed like hours, but finally turned her attention to Harry. “Did they announce the Prefects?? Oh I know they must have!” She looked over at the Ravenclaw table and noticed the Head Boy and Head Girl with their badges already on. “They already had the meeting-yesterday? Today? I missed it. Oh I knew I should have made for earlier arrangements. Damn it!”
Harry blinked and looked at Ron who wore a similar humorous expression.
Hermione noticed Harry’s eye contact with Ron and followed it. “What is so funny Ronald?” she sniffed.
He did not want to start the year off with her being less-than-pleased with him so he said, “Nothing,” and went back to eating.
Harry told her, “It was yesterday, but don’t worry: McGonagall hasn’t chosen the Gryffindor Prefects yet, so you’re safe.”
Hermione nodded her thanks and started to eat as well. She really wanted to be a Prefect.
“You know she was probably waiting for you to arrive,” Harry thought aloud.
“Yeah ‘Mione, you know you’re a shoe-in for Head Girl,” Ron added.
Not to be flippant, but only wanting her friends to know her truthful concerns she said, “At the same time, I’m debating whether or not I should accept it. I don’t know whether or not the duties of a Prefect would cut into my study time. Don’t get me wrong, I’d like to have the responsibilities, but at the same time I don’t want to be bothered with tedious, mundane, or outright stupid questions when I could be using that time to study.”
“That’s true, but we’ve already taken the O.W.L.’s, what’s more to study for?” Ron queried without thinking.
“Well let’s see…” Hermione began, “We have the N.E.W.T.’s next year… and oh yes, classes!” She sounded almost exasperated. “Really, Ron, you’d think after these past five years you’d see the need to study!”
“Study? Oh you’re not on about that again are you?” Ron shouted back at her.
It went on between the two of them for about a half hour, but Harry didn’t mind. He was glad to be back to school, to be with his friends, and excited that Quidditch practice would be starting up again soon. He and Ron both hoped that Ron would make it this year.
After they had finished eating, they made their way to the Gryffindor common room when Hermione asked, “Do you smell that Harry?”
“Smells like rotten eggs.”
“Or rotten meat…” suggested Ron.
All three of them chuckled as Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and a few other Slytherins pushed past them.
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