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A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my good friend Zoe, who would kill me if I did not bring "him" into this chapter. Short chapter :P It is short, but not very fluffy, so enjoy. :D I am not good at making up names for chapters so just deal with it. :p Also, the reason I have not updated in a while is I have been sick, and I really can’t write anything good at all when I am sick. I’m better now and eager to get back to my writing. :)

Chapter 13: Letters

Harry Ron, and Hermione walked to their Charms lesson on a Friday afternoon.

“I wonder how much homework Professor Flitwick will give us now that we are at N.E.W.T. level. Last time he didn’t give us any, but I made him promise he would this time,” said Hermione happily.

Ron looked over to Harry and rolled his eyes sarcastically. Harry entered the room and took a seat. The Slytherins were sitting on the other side of the room, and staring at Harry. None of the seventh year Slytherins from the previous year had returned. Professor Flitwick walked into the room.

“I would like to congratulate you all on the fact that you have made it to your N.E.W.T. year of charms. You know that this year will be your hardest year at school, the N.E.W.T exams are extremely difficult and will require much practice. I would like you all to open your spell books at page thirty-one, and read to page sixty-seven!” Professor Flitwick said, and he took a seat at his desk to grade the first year’s essays.

Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny opened their books simultaneously.

“Hermione, I told you we were probably going to need a little more help from you this year, but bloody hell. Is this even in English?” asked Ron, glancing at the thirty-first page.

Hermione looked down at her own page and replied, “Ron, this is really quite simple, why are you saying it’s hard?”

“If it’s so easy, how come it says that this is the hardest spell we will ever learn?” Ron replied, pointing to a word in his book.

Hermione looked over to Ron’s book and ran her finger over the word.

“Abeovicisvadotergiversatio?” she said curiously. “Ron, this isn’t your charms book. What are you doing with a book about time travel?”

“I dunno. It’s just the book I pulled out of my bag. It looks like my charms book to me,” he said, flipping the book closed to reveal that the cover did indeed say N.E.W.T. Level Charms. “See!”

“Do you recon somebody switched its contents?” asked Harry, breaking the silence.

“I don’t know. If they did, I wonder why anyone would switch the contents with a book about time travel,” replied Hermione, looking to Ginny.

“Who knows. You can borrow my book until you get a new one, Ron, or Hermione’s, which would probably work better,” Ginny said, as though her opinion was of no importance.

Hermione rolled her eyes and looked back to Ron. “Do you care if I borrow this seeing as it is not going to do you any good with that information in it?”

“Not at all,” he replied, giving Harry a quick glance.

“Hermione? There are other types of time travel besides with a time turner?” asked Harry after a few moments of silence while the others were reading, Ron now sharing Hermione’s book with her.

“Yes of course. None are quite as effective as a time turner though. With other methods things run about a ninety percent chance of going wrong. With a time turner that risk is much, much lower. Though the spell listed on that page I have never heard of in my life,” she said. She was quite used to reciting books word for word.

“What does the spell on that page do?” asked Harry, assuming that Hermione, being a sponge for knowledge, had already read that far.

“Harry, I already said I have never heard of it in my life,” she replied, looking at him slightly confused.

“Right,” he replied.


Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking out to Hagrid’s hut, as they fancied a visit with their favorite groundskeeper. As they neared the forbidden forest they noticed a figure looking out at them from the trees.

“What do you suppose it is?” asked Hermione, looking into the woods.

“I don’t know. Does it matter?” Harry heard Ron say in a rather loud voice.

“Lets just go on to Hagrid’s,” said Hermione simply, just as Draco Malfoy stepped out from the shadows.

“Bloody hell! What are you doing here Malfoy?” asked Ron angrily.

“Nothing. I just thought I would, drop by,” he said, putting the emphasis on the last of his words. He lifted his hand and pointed to something small dangling from the tree.

“What is that?” asked Hermione, peering up into the tree where the silvery object dangled. “It looks kind of like a square.”

“Malfoy, just tell us what it is, or else I will curse you,” said Ron, his temper raging.

“You’ll have to find out for yourselves,” said Malfoy coldly as he turned and walked back into the forest.

“He’s gone mental,” said Ron shaking his head. “I am not climbing that tree.”

“Don’t be silly Ronald. You won’t have to climb it,” replied Hermione in her old, know-it-all-voice.

Harry aimed his wand at Ron and muttered an incantation. “Levicorpus. There, now grab it,” he said as Ron flew into the air, dangling by his ankles.

“It’s a picture!” exclaimed Ron as he grabbed it.

Harry let him down and examined the picture inside the frame. “This looks so familiar. I think this might be a picture of her,” he said, examining the girl’s picture closely. The girl looked barely younger than the trio.

An owl flew over their heads and dropped a letter in the mud. Harry looked down in disgust and picked the wet thing up. He opened the letter.

Dear Harry,

We have been working on the things you sent us and we have come to a conclusion. We cannot list it in a letter, as the mail is not yet safe. I will say that the information may surprise you. Meet me at the Hogs Head at 2 o’ clock, in two weeks on your first Hogsmaede visit. I shall bring the information then. No need to write back.

Alastor Moody.

“Who is it from Harry?” asked Hermione curiously.

“Mad-Eye,” he said folding the sopping letter back up. “Looks like I am going to have a busy Hogsmead weekend.


The rest of the week passed quite smoothly. Professor Flammel had assigned them a three-page essay on the long-term effects of improperly transfiguring people. Surprisingly, that was the only homework that had been given, giving them a for the most part, free weekend. In the common room, Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat comfortably, just the three of them; the golden trio enjoying some peace and quiet for once. Hermione had her nose buried in the book about time travel while Ron and Harry were playing a game of wizard’s chess. A black raven flew in the room and dropped a letter in Harry’s lap.

“Bloody Hell!” said Ron, jumping and knocking over the chessboard. “Do ravens usually fly through the common room?” he asked angrily.

Hermione giggled as Harry opened the letter.

Dear Harry Potter,

I am writing you on a subject matter that you might not be thinking about much now. My fate is in your hands. My name is Lorianna Hobson, I have spoken to you before, but when I was much younger. It will seem like yesterday to you, or rather, this summer. It was for you. If you value my life, and yours, whatsoever, I suggest you contact the Minister for Magic immediately. My mother has been sentenced to the dementors kiss. Tell the minister to postpone it until after my birth at the earliest, if not then you shall be fighting the dark lord’s daughter, who will not have the kindest soul to begin with, then with the dementors curse taking away her soul completely? Well, then she would have nothing to live for would she? Just keep these things in mind.


P.S. This letter does not exist.

“Harry what are you doing?” asked Hermione, after watching Harry stare at his hands held out before him.

“Reading the letter the raven dropped. Strange, I have never heard of Ravens bringing letters before,” he replied.

“Harry there isn’t any letter. What are you talking about mate?” asked Ron as he got the chess set back in order.

“It’s right here,” he said, handing him air.

“Harry, there isn’t anything there,” said Hermione looking at him with concern.

“Fine, I’ll read it to you,” said Harry, snatching the air from Ron’s hand. He read from the paper that wasn’t there and got to the last part. “P.S. This letter does not exist.” Harry looked at the two curiously; he had not reached the end of the letter yet when Hermione interrupted him.

“Harry, maybe you should go see Madame Pompfrey. You seem to be hallucinating. There is nothing there Harry,” she said, standing up and walking over to him. “Or Dumbledore’s portrait! He has always known everything. He should be able to help.”

“Hermione, why do you always think Dumbledore can solve everything? Just forget it alright?” Harry replied stressfully.

Hermione shook her head. “Fine Harry, but we are worried about you. Ginny most of all. You can’t even imagine how worried about you she was.”

“I can’t imagine how worried she was? I have spent a lot of time worrying Hermione, I’m sure I can manage it,” said Harry, with anger in his voice.

“Harry! Stop it! Just because you are stressed out doesn’t mean you have to bite our heads off. Remember in fifth year?” said Hermione, trying to calm him down.

“Yeah, whatever,” said Harry, walking off. “I’ll see you two later.”

Harry walked up to the owlry. Once there he pulled out a piece of parchment from his pocket and started writing a letter to Kingsley.

Dear Minister Shacklebolt,

I have recently been informed that Alecto Carrows has been sentenced to the dementors kiss. I urge you to postpone it until after the Carrows baby has been born. A lot of things are happening all at once, and none of them make much since.
Harry Potter.

He decided to use one of the schools owls instead of his phoenix for once. He chose a small tawny owl and tied the letter to her leg, watching as she flew of into the distance, a small speck in the ominously clear sky.

A/N: I am sure you know who "He" is now. lol. MALFOY! DOn't worry Zoe, I won't tell anybody that you drool over him. :P Thank you Rose for bettaing, your awesome. :) Merry Christmas to all! Feliz Navidad! Ummm... Yea! Please review! My reviews are going down instead of up. lol. I appreciate anything I get. :)

Mira, Mirna, Laura, and Saves, I have to many nicknames, at least I don't have as many as Anna the tree lady who we also call Charlie the Unicorna nd anything else that rhymes with Anna, including, but not limited to, Anana, Hannah, Montana, Savanah, Habana, Banana Boat Sunscreen. Adios!

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