I’m back

I’m back! I got a new computer and get more time on it, but I make no guarantees. After all, I still have to get inspiration. But I actually remember what my goal for this story was when I first started to write it, but for that I’ll need your help.

I need a plan to humiliate/injure/kill/dethrone Dumbledore. Any combination of the four. The conditions: It must involve at least one of the founders and one of the reincarnations. (Either can be replaced with Tom ’cause he’s cool like that.) I need the ideas soon and, as this story doesn’t currently have an end in sight, I’ll put in as many as I can. Please give me your ideas.

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to J.K.Rowling. I am nothing more than a young American girl, who is trying to improve her writing style. No suing. I couldn’t pay, anyways.

Speech:

“Talking”

Thinking/text

Mind speech

(Parseltounge)

Someone possessed

Quote- If pro is the opposite of con, is congress the opposite of progress?

E.O.L. Suggestion – 14 – The hero is not entitled to a last kiss, a last cigarette, or any other form of last request.

Last time- Upon their return to the Room of Requirement, the three Slytherins found Ginny was awake and talking to Helga like nothing had happened. Sharing a slightly disturbed look, the trio sat down and listened to the conversation, not caring at all about the fact that every piece of etiquette and every unwritten law of children said not to eavesdrop in plain sight.

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“Why’d it stop hurting as bad when Harry grabbed me? Did he take some of the pain?” Ginny asked Helga softly.

“It’s possible… but I’m really not sure, sweetie. I’m mostly worried about you now. After all, he is Salazar’s reincarnation.” Seeing Ginny puzzled look, Helga elaborated. “Salazar is always gallivanting off to do something, even when he’s supposed to be in the hospital wing. He always came out of it fine. Somehow.”

Salazar glared, not liking the fact that he was being talked about behind his back. He stopped, though, when Ginny started to speak once more.

“Harry’s the same way. Except he feels like he has to do it.”

“What? Why would he feel like he has to go off and put himself in danger?”

“Dumbledore makes him feel like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. That wasn’t helped by the fact that Hagrid was the one to go get Harry. He’s got a good heart, but he didn’t explain things well. And then the prophecy…”

“What prophecy?” Helga seemed surprised. “I had no idea he was involved in a prophecy.”

“I don’t know the details. All I know is that Dumbledore told it too him just after he was thrown in Azkaban, giving him some speech about how he was ‘so disappointed’ and ‘had hoped he’d fare better’. I really don’t like that man.” Ginny stated, drifting off in thought. “I wonder what’s taking them so long.”

The three boys shared a look, and Harry spoke calmly, “Are you feeling all right, Ginny? The potion should have taken a lot out of you.”

The girls jumped, slightly startled at the too-perfect timing, but shrugged it off as a Slytherin thing. “I’m fine. In fact, it looks like you’re worse off than me.” She had a knowing look on her face.

“I don’t see anything wrong.” Tom muttered, looking intently at Harry, who indeed seemed fine, if a little emotionless. He didn’t seem overly cold or warm, nor was he shaking. “What am I missing?”

“It takes a lot to tell when Harry’s sick. He’s a master at hiding it. But if you look, you’ll see that his eyes are slightly glazed over. The fact that that much is obvious proves that he’s in bad shape.” Harry glared at her darkly. Helga ‘tsk’ed and walked over, shooing the Tom and Salazar away.

A quick check later, she sighed slightly. “Well, it’s nothing some sleep can’t cure. You should head up to bed. Ginny’s on her way already.”

“Actually, he has to be resorted because he was technically expelled and reaccepted.” Salazar mused. “He should stay here for the night. Help Tom write the false entry letter. We’ll sort them tomorrow morning. Which means we need to go talk to Godric!” He finished brightly. “Good night, boys.” He called over his shoulder as he dragged Helga from the room.

The two shared a slightly irritated look before setting to work, changing the room to suit their needs. Three hours of drafting, planning, and chilling maniacal laughter later, the two finally settled down to sleep.

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The next morning, the two wizards swept into the Great Hall, causing silence to fall around them. Tom’s hair had been darkened to a blue-black, and his blue-green of his eyes had been replaced with navy. Godric stood up and said in his booming voice, “Welcome! Students, there’s been a little change of plans for this morning. Mr. Potter wishes to finish his schooling, and as such will be joining the seventh years. Mr. Jackson is an American transfer student who, due to accelerated talent, will also be joining the seventh years. Unfortunately, both need to be sorted, so we must interrupt your breakfast. Mr. Potter, since you have done this before, you will be going first. Have a seat.” Godric motioned to the stool that had suddenly appeared.

Harry glided over to the stool and sat down. The hat was set on his head by a smiling Rowena Ravenclaw, and everyone waited…and waited…and waited. Finally, the hat opened its fold and shouted “Slytherin!” The students clapped politely. He glided over to the table, accepting the seat offered to him by Draco, before turning his attention back to the hat.

Tom strode forward, feet not making a sound on the hard stone floor. Much of the hall found itself completely absorbed by the boy, who seemed completely confident and yet, completely harmless. Just as he was about to put the hat on his head, though, the doors swung open.

A ‘hem-hem’ made the students groan as they turned to see a familiar toadish woman. Dolores Umbridge stood in the doorway, a self-satisfied smirk on her face. “I’ve been sent by the Minister. He is of the opinion that the school must be observed, and I am quite inclined to agree. What with such…dangerous students,” her eyes turned to Harry, “I’m sure you’ll agree. But I’m just here to observe, so please, continue.”

Rowena sniffed. “As if I need your approval to do my job.” She placed the hat on Tom’s head, and it sat there for quite some time. Finally, it shouted “Ravenclaw” causing the table to collectively cheer. He smiled and sat down next to Luna, quickly drawing her into conversation.

“Now, I urge you all to go back to your breakfast, as…” Godric was cut off by a loud ‘hem-hem’. He scowled. “Something you needed, Miss…”

“Dolores Umbridge. And yes, I’d like to announce a few changes to the school. First…”

“I’m afraid you must have forgotten the rules, Miss Umbridge. All changes to the school have to be approved in a majority vote by the entire staff of Hogwarts. You’ll have to present them at the staff meeting tonight.” Godric stated lazily.

“But I am the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic, and these orders are signed by the Minister himself! They must be implemented now. As I’m sure you know, the Minister’s commands override all regulations in buildings under its jurisdiction. Therefore, you have to put them into play.” Umbridge looked very pleased with herself.

“That would be true if Hogwarts were under the jurisdiction of the Ministry. But as the land was donated to us by the Slytherin family, the supplies by the Hufflepuff family, the construction done by the Gryffindor family, and the warding done by the Ravenclaw family, the Ministry had no hand in Hogwarts’ construction and as such, has no control over the school. So, Miss Umbridge, you will have to follow Hogwarts regulations, Minister’s orders or not.” Godric commanded. Umbridge sputtered angrily about the Ministry’s importance, but Godric was no longer listening.

“All students should return to eating, as classes start in twenty-five minutes.” Godric reiterated. The students instantly began to wolf down their lunches and scramble back to their dorms for books and homework.

Godric chuckled as he returned to his own breakfast. Oh, what an amusing day it had been.

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Sirius Black Innocent!

By Xenophilius Lovegood

Sirius Orion Black, supposedly convicted of the betrayals of Lily and James Potter, being a Death Eater, killing twelve Muggles and Peter Pettigrew was declared innocent of all charges earlier this morning. Peter Pettigrew, who had been living the past sixteen years as ‘Scabbers the Rat’, pet of the Weasley household, was tried and convicted of being a Death Eater, handing the Potters over to the Death Eaters, killing twelve Muggles and framing Sirius Black. A very sad story, one that the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter, had been preaching since May of 1993.

However, recent evidence has come to light. Not only was Peter’s attempt at framing horribly done, as Black hadn’t even drawn his wand when he was arrested, but the entire incident could have been prevented in multiple ways. First and foremost, Sirius Black was never granted even a semblance of a trial. If he had received a trial, the vertiserum would certainly have revealed the truth. Second, and just as shocking, Albus Dumbledore knew that the Potters had changed secret keepers. Third, the Potters’ will was never read, and it also holds the identity of their secret keeper.

Black, when asked what he was going to do with his newfound freedom, said ‘I’m going to adopt my Godson and get him as far away from the Dursleys as I can. At least, I will if the Ministry would let me file the paperwork. Dumbledore’s blocking me at every turn.’ When asked what his policy on the Dark Lord was, Black replied ‘If he bothers me or my Godson, we’ll go to Moscow. Or America. Or maybe Japan. But really, it isn’t my problem. The Ministry should deal with its own messes and leave other people out of it.’ Our final question for Black was whether or not he planned to rejoin the Aurors. He replied ‘After what they did to me? Yeah right! No more working with the Ministry for me.’

For more on the Boy-Who-Lived, see page three.

For a list of the Ministry’s mistakes, see page four.

For more on the Dursleys, see page five.

For more on the Potters, see page six.

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All done! I can’t believe I finished this all in one day… yesterday. Of course, my stupid internet had to go down, so I couldn’t post it until today. But yay! It’s done! I really hope to finish my other chapters soon, too. The Rise of Zaren and Prejudice and Pain have both been started, it’s just a matter of finishing them. Zaren is long and wordy (really, it’ll probably be my longest chapter ever) and Prejudice… I have to brush up on my LotR knowledge for that one.

Anyways, give me your ideas of what to do to Dumbledore, Umbridge, Fudge, or any other character you don’t like. (No Ginny flames! She’s important in this story!) See the button… It’s calling you… It wants you to review… never deny the button…