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Why do I bother putting this? It's not like anyone reads it, anyway. Ah, well. I don't own anything you recognise. I own anything you don't, including the (very unique) plot. Thanks to the Red Dragons Order and Confuzzler, my two beta-readers.
Not much happens in this chapter, but have fun!
WARNING: Do not trust anything that is said in the library in this chapter! Major plot twists ahead!

New Spell Guide:
Mutare Elementa - Change Element
Predecerus - A take on predecessor
Transfero Memoria - Transfer Memory
Destructo Incantatum - Destroy Enchantment
Vocare - Summon / Call
Vocare Terra Spiritus - Summon Earth Spirit
Vocare Cataclysmus Spiritus - Summon Flood Spirit
Vocare Cataegis Spiritus - Summon Hurricane Spirit
Vocare Ignis Spiritus - Summon Fire Spirit
Vocare Fulmen Spiritus - Summon Lightning Spirit

Chapter 10:
Of Try-Outs and Training.

Let him who desires peace, prepare for war.
~ Vegetius


Professor McGonagall, her face a brilliant red in rage, slowly stood. "Just who," she said, her voice soft and dangerous. "is responsible for this?"
Everyone's hands, but the trios, went shakily up in the air.

~ ~ ~

"So then," Ron explained excitedly to Neville, who had missed the whole escapade, "the story came out."
"Nearly everyone had bought stuff from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes during the holiday or after school." Dean continued. "And nearly everyone who had was so eager to use it as soon as possible, that they thought they'd slip it into the breakfast foods one way or another."
Ron took over again. "Of course, no-one knew that everyone else had got the same idea. There's a timed delay on all the WWW products, so that the victims don't suspect anything for a while after eating, so around the same time as each other, everyone turned into whatever prank was in the food they'd eaten. There were loads of people who'd eaten more than one type-"
"Like Ron." Seamus interrupted. "Ron had a sausage, which someone had put a moustache potion in, and then some bacon, which was actually a Bacon Boar, so he ended up as a moustachioed pig."
Even Ron had to laugh at this, and he wasn't the only one - the entire common room was in hysterics over the 'accident' at breakfast. Well, excluding Hermione.
"I don't think it's funny at all." she barked, snapping them all into silence. "Harry and Neville were the only ones who weren't tricked, and that's only because they were late getting down."
She glared round at them all. "It was highly irresponsible. One or two tricks would be fine, but some of those pranks reacted terribly with each other. Fizzing Whizzbee stings shouldn't be mixed with scarab beetle blood, but someone decided to put two pranks including those in the same Pumpkin Juice container. I heard that Adam Donnelly is in the Hospital Wing with eyes growing out of his ears and tongue!"
There were a few scattered sniggers, which quickly ended when Hermione gave a scowl reminiscent of Snape.
"Oh, come on, Herm." Ron said, rolling his eyes. "No-one knew that everyone else was putting stuff in the food, so you can't blame everyone. Besides, you're just mad because you ate a pancake before you knew not to. I think you made a very nice kangaroo, even if it was blue. . ."
"Ron!" Angelina scolded, trying not to laugh. Ron put on an innocent expression. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. After all, I'll make you hopping mad, won't I, Herm'?"
Even Hermione had to struggle with a grin at that, which Harry was surprised at. It seemed that Hermione had learned to take jokes in her stride, rather than blowing up at them.
He shifted on the floor, trying to get comfortable. With nearly all the Gryffindors out at one time, the seats had been quickly taken, and most people had been forced to take refuge on the carpet.
Lessons had been cancelled until the majority of students had been returned to their proper forms, which meant holing up in house towers and staying there until bored.
Hermione was angry about Transfiguration, but Harry and Ron weren't too bothered about lessons - they had two hours of free time, so they weren't missing anything important.
Eventually however, they were dragged away when Fred and George were answering questions about their inventions, and over to the portrait hole, where no-one sat.
"Ron," Hermione hissed, making sure no-one was watching them. "There's something Harry and I have to ask you."
Harry and Ron looked blankly at each other. "I do?" Harry asked, and Hermione sighed. "Yes, you do. Does Ron being a seventh son ring any bells?"
Now only Ron looked puzzled. "I'm the sixth son, not seventh." he stated. Harry shook his head. "Not according to my Guide. Apparently, you got your Elemental powers from being the seventh son of a seventh son. That means you must have another elder brother."
Ron gaped for a second, and then shook his head. "No way. Mum would've told me if I'd had another brother. It must have been some other reason that I'm an Elemental."
"Only seventh children of seventh children have Elemental powers, Ron!" Hermione hissed. "It's the only way you could have control over fire. Look, is your dad a seventh son?"
Ron nodded slowly. "Yeah, but. . . but that doesn't mean that I am. I mean, Mum or Dad would've told me. Wouldn't they?" He looked desperately round at them, as if asking for reassurance.
Hermione was quiet. "I think we should say exactly what happened to us last night." she finally said. "We may be able to get some clues."
By the time the three had finished explaining their night at DEUS, most of the others were drifting off in pairs and small groups to their lessons, too bored of remaining inside the common rooms to continue.
Harry, Hermione and Ron stayed where they were for a while later, discussing how to find out about the missing brother.
"There must have been a good reason," Hermione frowned, thinking over the possibilities. "Like you said, your parents should have told you."
"I think the easiest solution would be to just owl your parents." Harry suggested thoughtfully. "I mean, it's not as though they can refuse, can they? You have a right to know, as much as they do."
Ron was silent to his friends thoughts a moment longer. Then, he said, "Yeah. Good idea, I'll do that after lunch." His voice was slow and slurred, slightly unbelieving (it seemed to Harry) that this could be happening to him. Harry glanced at his watch. "It's ten twenty-five. We have five minutes to get to our next lessons."
Ron nodded his head clear. "Yeah. . . right. What have we got?"
"Double Charms. Hermione?"
"I have double Potions." Hermione replied. "Save me a place at dinner?"
Harry quickly agreed, and grabbed his Charms books. "Let's go, Ron." he sighed, as Ron complied.

~ ~ ~

Charms was outside again, as the students found when they entered the Charms classroom. There was a mad rush outside and to Professor Flitwick, who apparently hadn't noticed that they were now nearly ten minutes late.
"Practical again today, class!" he beamed at the panting group, giving Harry a strange urge to kick him.
"We'll be using the same spell as last time," Flitwick continued happily, "but we'll be creating earth and air today. So, get your wands out; the words are the same, so you shouldn't have any trouble. We'll be starting with earth first, which should come out something like this."
He raised his wand, not giving the students a chance to get their breath back, and loudly said, "Mutare Elementa."
The tip of his wand glowed a dark, mottled, green, and the earth and grass in front of him rippled like water for a few feet, finally smoothing over back to its normal self, the grass a little worse for wear.
There were a few 'ooh's and 'ahh's from the crowd at this one, Harry suitably impressed. Flitwick turned back to the students. "Now, that was, in fact, a lot harder than creating earth; instead, I controlled it. If you take Magical Theory for one of your N.E.W.Ts, you'll see why controlling is harder than creating. Until then, you'll just have to take my word for it.
"It's your turn to practice now; this one will probably take you a few goes to get right, so begin."
Harry, noticing everyone already had their wands out, grabbed his own wand from his pocket, and held it aloft. There were less students this time; Hermione, Parvati and Dean were at different lessons, and it should have been Double Charms with the Slytherins; however, it seemed that the Slytherins were spending as long as they could in their common room.
Willing the earth to move, Harry looked down the top of his wand. "Mutare Elementa." he commanded, feeling the earth move behind him, from Ron's spell.
As Harry finished saying the words, his wand glowed a rich green, dappled with deep browns of a tree bark, and the loamy, murky browns of the earth. The earth in front of him, for nearly ten metres, groaned as it rose and sank, and then forced outwards, gathering speed and height, until it became, not the foot high ripples of Flitwick's spell, but three-foot high mini-tsunamis, racing forwards and crashing against the grass in front, smoothly ending in a great pile of earth and grass about thirty metres in front of Harry - and a long, deep pit, up 'til that point.
So engrossed and amazed was Harry up 'til the finishing point, he didn't notice Flitwick's clapping, and Ron's knowing grin. Nor did he notice Lavender's excitement, or Neville and Seamus' comments of 'cool'.
"Bravo! Bravo!" squeaked Flitwick, almost hopping with glee, which Harry was startled by; it wasn't every day that a teacher praised you for ruining the lawn. "Excellent work, Harry! You must have been practicing! Twenty points to Gryffindor, for a perfect spell."
Ron's spell was more powerful than the others', though not as powerful as his fire; he still managed to get his spell over twice as powerful as Flitwick's, which won an extra ten points for Gryffindor (although Lavender's incessant whining about how she could barely get anything lost Gryffindor five points).
For the rest of the single lesson, Ron and Harry, who were the only ones who had perfected the spell, lounged about, finishing off some homework they had from the last two days. However, the next lesson quickly came, where they learnt the creation of air.
They stood up again, and watched as Flitwick gave his demonstration. "Mutare Elementa!" he cried, the tip of his wand shining a luminescent white. He pointed the wand at one of the bushes a few metres away, and with a rushing screech of cold wind, the bush, adorned with its brilliant green leaves and small, red berries, was blasted back, ripping the leaves and berries and scattering them, the bush itself uprooted by the force.
"Cool!" Ron muttered, as Harry watched the last few leaves drift to the ground.
Harry and Ron's tries were, as before, successes. Ron managed to completely uproot not only his bush, but another one that was close by, whilst Harry's spell shot straight through, not only destroying the bush, but a small tree behind it, as well.
The two earned another thirty points for Gryffindor before the lesson ended, and they headed off to lunch, trying to ignore the fact that Lavender was glaring at them for daring to be better than everyone else.
In the Great Hall, Hermione was slightly late. When she did arrive, she was in a foul temper, and as soon as she had sat down, she began ranting about Snape.
"My Fugitic Solution was perfect," she fumed, impaling a roll as though it were Snape's head. "The colour, the texture, everything, and he accused me of getting it wrong! 'It's too runny, Miss Granger', 'Maybe you should learn from Miss Zabini, Miss Granger', 'Do you know how to read a text-book, Miss Granger'!" She slammed some ham on her plate so hard that Harry believed the china would crack.
"I swear!" Hermione announced, glaring at her ham as she slammed it into the middle of her roll, "I swear, if he gives me another one of those put-downs, he's going to be sneezing worms for a month!"
Harry grimaced at the thought of Snape sneezing worms into a cauldron during a Potions lesson, and tried with Ron to calm Hermione down. Hermione, however, was having none of it. "He took twenty five points from Gryffindor!" she spat, ignoring the boys, "and you're only meant to take a couple of points at a time during the first week!"
"Oh, come on, Herm'." Ron consoled, "Do you really think Snape would listen to the rules?"
Hermione gave a small sigh, and took a bite of her roll. "No, I don't suppose so. But how are we going to get those points back?" At this, Harry looked at her and grinned. "No need to worry about that! We won fifty-five points in Charms because of the Elemental spells, so we're still ahead of Slytherin."
Hermione was cheered by this, so when they had finished Lunch (with ten minutes left until lessons), she went straight to writing her book, in the Gryffindor Common Room.
"If this book sells well," she explained to Harry and Ron, who were helping her write the Quidditch teams chapter, "I may write another book, for Muggle-borns. You know, explaining all the things that Wizards come to Hogwarts knowing, like Quidditch, and lessons, transport, communication, Magical terms; that sort of thing."
"You should have done that earlier." Harry said cheerfully, while Ron only looked mildly interested. "I'm still learning things about the Wizarding world, and I've been a part of it for nearly five years."
Hermione nodded, pleased to talk about her plans. "Of course, if I do write it, I'll have to write it in a couple of years; otherwise it'll be out-of-date about Alobuffs University."
She went back to writing, leaving Ron and Harry confused. "Herm'?" Harry ventured, when it appeared that Hermione wasn't going to elaborate. "What's Alobuffs University?"
Hermione stared at Harry, and then Ron. "Ron!" she scolded in shock, "I'd have thought you would know, at least!"
Ron shook his head dumbly.
The girl rolled her eyes. "If you ever actually read anything, you would already know. In 'Worldwide Magical Education and Schooling' it says that for the past few years, all the major Wizarding countries have joined to create a facility for higher education, for people with especially high N.E.W.T scores. It's been in development for about three years, and it's opening next September." She smiled proudly. "I'm thinking of trying out for a scholarship program there."
Ron looked more interested now. "Where is it?"
"In North America, but it's Unplottable." Hermione said, turning back to her manuscript. "And it costs a lot to get in; plus, you can only get the chance to go if they send you a letter. And they only send you a letter if you get more than seven hundred points in the N.E.W.Ts system."
Harry thought about the University for a second, before frowning. "Isn't seven hundred points a bit of a lot?"
Hermione didn't look up from her writing. "Well, it is only for particularly high scorers. And it wouldn't be too hard to get a few hundred points if you were doing your N.E.W.Ts at Higher tier."
Seeing Ron and Harry waiting for an explanation, Hermione continued. "Your score that you get in a N.E.W.T; like ninety percent; is used as your points. All your scores are added up together; but if you take N.E.W.Ts at Higher tier, rather than Intermediate or Foundation, your score is doubled before it's added on. To get seven hundred points, you'd have to take at least four N.E.W.Ts, but since you're only meant to take three, Alobuffs is going to be pretty exclusive. Especially with a yearly fee of three thousand, seven hundred Galleons. Happy now?"
"Yeah, great." Ron replied with a look of awe on his face. "Three thousand, seven hundred Galleons? I've never even seen that much money. . ."
Harry thought guiltily of his fortune, lying unused in the Gringotts bank vault. He didn't even know how much was in there - probably many times that amount, now that he was co-owner of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes - and he simply took it for granted that it was there, and would remain there. And he didn't even know how much interest he was getting on it!
"Well, for all we know, it could be rubbish." Harry said quickly, changing the subject as fast as he could. "How's the book coming along, Herm'?"
"Well." Hermione informed him, crossing something out. "Right on schedule, for the moment."
Within the next few minutes, Hermione had finished writing the last of the Quidditch chapter, and the three rushed off to their next lesson - Care of Magical Creatures.

~ ~ ~

Care of Magical Creatures passed without an incident like the last time; although Malfoy sulked around, gazing wistfully at Blizzard (his old Wyvern) and making snide comments about Blur, Prankster, Florence and Nadom.
There was some excitement at one of the Panama Lap Wyverns, who'd lain two tiny, pale yellow eggs with light blue specks, just the night before. As Hagrid pointed out, Panama Lap Wyvern eggs were just pale yellow, which meant the mother must have interbred with one of the other two species in the pen; although which type was uncertain until the eggs hatched, in a couple of months or so. The mother and her eggs had been taken out and put in a separate, specially warmed pen, in case one of the Wyverns damaged the eggs.
Apart from this, however, nothing particularly interesting happened. Instead, the students played with, and took notes on their Wyverns' behaviours, and wrote about other types of Wyverns, such as the Vietnamese Venomfang, Canadian Longneck and the Arctic Diamondscale.
History of magic was where Harry and Ron caught up on much needed sleep. Hermione listened dutifully, scribbling comments in her book and prodding the boys awake whenever Professor Binns looked their way.
Finally, it was six thirty, and the lessons ended.
Ron nudged Harry, who was packing his books. "Are you coming to watch the Slytherin and Ravenclaw try-outs?"
Confused, Harry tried to work out what Ron was talking about. Then he remembered; the Quidditch try-outs, on the pitch.
"Yeah, hang on." he said, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Shall we drop our bags off?"
Ron shrugged. "I'm taking mine with me. Coming, Hermione?"
Hermione declined, preferring to get her COMC homework done, and write the Quidditch chapter of her book up in neat, so Harry and Ron rushed outside to the stands. They weren't the only ones there; Slytherins and Ravenclaws were, of course, watching, but a few Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs had turned up as well. Professors Snape and Flitwick, the two heads of house, stood down by Madame Hooch, who was checking the balls and brooms for hexes.
"This ought to be good." Ron told his friend, pulling a slightly squashed chocolate frog out of his pocket, and unwrapping it. "I heard that Crabbe and Goyle are trying out for the reserve Beater position, even though there's only one space going."
"It'll be funny enough just seeing them on a broomstick." Harry laughed, imagining the thick-headed brutes flying jerkily around on a Shooting Star.
Finally, Madame Hooch signalled that the equipment was working perfectly, and the students came from the changing room entrance, heading to where Madame Hooch and the teachers were.
The flying instructor was saying something - though Harry couldn't hear what it was from where he was sitting - when Lee Jordan's voice came from the commentating booth.
"And here's the Slytherins and Ravenclaws, now! First will be the tests for the Slytherin Chasers; there's two places going on that - then the Ravenclaw Chaser, there's one position going; then Slytherin Beater, Ravenclaw Beater, and then Slytherin Keeper. Slytherin also needs a Captain, since the last Captain Flint left Hogwarts last year. Ravenclaw Captain is Cho Chang, the Seeker."
There was half a minute of clapping at this, though most people were eager to get to the proper try-outs.
Looking down at the pitch, Harry saw that the people trying out for Slytherin Chaser - about five of them - were ready on their brooms.
Lee announced their names and years quickly, and then declared, "The test for the Chasers will be of aim and dexterity! All they have to do is score as many points as possible, without the Ravenclaw Keeper - that's Andrew Cliff, thanks for volunteering, Cliff - blocking you, and without being hit by the Bludgers. You have five minutes, so go!"
Within a couple of seconds, the Chasers shot off, a burly fifth year in possession. The ball switched hands very few times before it reached the posts, where Andrew Cliff waited, hovering just above the hoops.
Although it would have been easy for the five Chaser to shoot and score with just Andrew, the two Bludgers made it much more difficult - every few seconds, the Bludgers, having no-one but the Chasers to go after, shot straight at someone, forcing the group to scatter or dodge, sometimes flying all the way to the other end of the pitch to lose them.
After three minutes, just nine goal attempts had been made, three of which were blocked by the Keeper, and one which had fallen short and drifted to the ground, the charm on it stopping it from falling too fast.
Two minutes later, another two goals had been scored, making the total seven successes and five failures.
Two of the hopefuls seemed to have absolutely no talent for the Chaser position, and every shoot made by them was blocked or fell short. Another was quite good, but not enough so for the team, whilst the other two had obviously trained hard to get the position.
They were called back a moment before one of them could shoot, and they made their way to the stands to wait for the results.
There were six people trying out for Ravenclaw Chaser position, and they too were given five minutes. Lee announced their names and years, and Madame Hooch blew her whistle to signal them off.
One small girl shot ahead of the others, slightly jerkily, and then regained control, catching the Quaffle from an elder boy and passing it to the next Chaser.
They reached the posts within a quarter of a minute, and managed to score almost immediately. The rest of their turn progressed smoothly - Andrew Cliff blocked just three times, and by the end of the five minutes, the Chasers had scored nine times, four of which had been the second year girl who had sped forward at the beginning.
Harry mainly switched off for the rest of the try-outs, waking up only to the shouts as a Bludger smashed into one of the Ravenclaw's face, resulting in a cracked skull and a broken jaw, and to cheers from the Slytherins halfway through, when Malfoy was -
VOTED AS CAPTAIN!?
"What?!" yelped Harry, sitting bolt upright. "Are they joking? I thought they weren't going to let people buy their way into positions! Are they insane?!"
Ron, not stopping glaring daggers at Malfoy, said coldly, "The teachers choose the players, but the team chooses the captain. Malfoy probably just bribed or blackmailed them into voting for him."
"I know, but I don't care." Harry groaned, slumping into his seat. "The teachers should choose the captains too."
"Yeah, well, what're you going to do." Ron sighed, shrugging as he opened another Chocolate Frog. He pulled out the card first, and glanced at it. "Hey, look! They've brought out a new set!"
Harry peered at the card, which showed a smiling, waving witch. "Gwendolyn Gwestepucchi? Isn't that the witch that turned into a Fwooper?"
"That's right," said Ron happily, turning the card over. "Here, look what it says on the back;
'Number 12 of the new series of Famous Firsts. Gwendolyn Gwestepucchi, 1802 - 1907. The first witch to become an Animagus. (Fwooper)'."
"Cool!" Harry exclaimed, impressed. "Have you got any more of that batch?"
Ron nodded happily. "Loads. I'd run out of Chocolate Frogs, so I bought about ten in Hogsmeade. I'll have to open them when we get back to the dorm."
"Pig." grinned Harry, turning back to the try-outs. "When are the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor try-outs?"
"Friday afternoon." Ron replied, tucking the card into his pocket. "Bit of a bugger, isn't it? Angelina and Katie leaving, I mean. Nearly the whole Gryffindor team will be pretty new by next year."
"Yeah." Harry sighed, wondering how they were going to manage. "I think Katie's dad got a job in America, so Katie's transferred to the Salem Witches Institute - that's what I'd heard, anyway. I don't know about Angelina, though."
His friend shrugged. "I heard Angelina doing some kind of early Auror course. It's pretty rare to do one so early though, so I dunno whether it's just a rumour. Wow, look at that dive!"
One of the Ravenclaws (trying out for Beater position) executed a fancy, spiralling descent, nearly crashing into the ground, to dodge a rather over-excited Slytherin Beater. He rose out of the corkscrew plunge just in time, visibly shaken.
"I heard the Salem Witches Institute is pretty good." Ron said, deciding to start a conversation. "Of course, it's bloody expensive - being a private school, rather than a State one. And it's all girls, as well."
"I guessed that from the name of it." replied Harry sarcastically, watching the players. "I just don't know how we're going to replace everyone. We need a Keeper and two Chasers, and next year we'll need two Beaters and another Chaser. I'll be the only original member left." he finished gloomily, as the Beaters were called in, and Madame Hooch collected the papers from Snape and Fliwick, hurrying towards the commentating booth.
"And here are the results!" Lee's magically enhanced voice boomed. "For the Slytherins; the new Captain is Draco Malfoy, fifth year. The new Slytherin Chasers are Loren Rudlight, third year and Derek Tauten, sixth year. Slytherin Beater is William Dervish, seventh year, and the Keeper is Jason Fletchley, sixth year."
There were cheers from the Slytherins as the announcement was made, with Crabbe and Goyle looking around as if stunned that they weren't chosen. Personally, Harry wasn't surprised.
"For the Ravenclaws, the selected Chaser is Milly Harrow, second year. The Beater is Lewis Boatel, fifth year, and the Captain is still Cho Chang. This is Red Leader, over and out, you Quidditch nuts."
Brief confusion from the Wizard-borns followed the last comment, before the students were shooed back to school by the teachers for a late dinner.

~ ~ ~

"How was it?" Hermione asked when they returned to the common room.
"Brill." was all Ron said, as he threw himself into an armchair. "You don't know what you were missing, Herm'. You see, some Venomous Tentaculas had escaped from one of the Greenhouses and made it to the Quidditch field. Death and mayhem everywhere! Blood all over the place!" He shook his head ruefully. "We managed to escape, but we had to sacrifice Snape. A tragedy that will undoubtedly go down in history."
"Quite." Hermione drawled, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, I've had an idea. Did you write to your parents, Ron?"
The answer was obviously 'no' as Ron clapped his hand to his forehead and groaned. "I completely forgot!"
"Good," said Hermione simply, earning her a pair of stares. "because I've found something." Harry carefully took a step backwards. He knew that bright glitter in Hermione's eye, which meant 'I'm-very-clever-and-what-I'm-going-to-say-will-solve-all-your-problems'.
Hermione nodded. "While you were at the try-outs, I checked as many of the old school files as I could. I told Professor McGonagall I was doing a bit of extra work for History, and she let me look at the Verification Book. That's the book that senses whenever someone is born with magic power high enough to join Hogwarts.
"Anyway, I looked up any Weasleys who were born in the past thirty years, and you won't believe what I found."
Harry and Ron leant closer. "What did you find?"
Hermione sat back in her chair, struggling with a grin. "Oh, you don't really want to know." she said airily, waving a hand.
"Yes, we do!" Ron begged, drawing even closer. "Please?"
Hermione closed her eyes lazily. "You're just pretending. You don't really care."
Ron scowled suddenly. "Look, just tell me what the heck you found, okay? This is my family you're talking about, and I don't have time for fun and games."
Hermione and Harry blinked. "O - okay." she stuttered, "Anyway. The first person I found was Charlie, and then William - Bill - a while later. But between Bill and Percy, I found another Weasley. Just three years after Bill, Phillip Jacob Weasley was born." She smiled proudly. "What do you think of that?"
"Great, Herm'!" Ron said, looking proud of having a friend like her. "Phillip Jacob Weasley?"
Hermione nodded. "He'd be somewhere over twenty one, now." she explained, "So he must have finished Hogwarts. What I can't understand is why your parents never told you - and whether Bill, Charlie or Percy remember him."
After discussing this and trading theories on everything from him joining the Death Eaters to being given up for adoption, the three switched topics onto finding the Predecerus Incantation.
"I was thinking," Hermione offered, "that if we could learn a Finding Spell, we could use it to find the book. Of course, we'd have to sneak into the restricted section first; probably at night?"
Ron snapped his fingers. "If we have any free time tonight, how about we check in the DEUS library? There must be a million books in there, and at least one of them has to have a Finding Spell."
"Good idea." Harry agreed, "Herm', you're better at searching for things. Will you look for it?"
"Or we could just look up the Predecerus Incantation in the DEUS library, rather than in the Hogwarts library." Hermione pointed out calmly.
Harry and Ron were silent. "Yeah. . ." Harry amended finally. "Or we could do that."

~ ~ ~

Dragging himself up to his room half an hour later, Harry reflected that the day had been reasonably better than usual; he hadn't been grievously injured, Malfoy had ceased making scathing remarks (and was wandering off into the forest and using pre-arranged Port-Keys to take him to an unidentified place) and Snape hadn't turned up and taken ten points off Gryffindor for blinking too often.
Entering the dormitory with Ron, Harry stared in surprise at Neville who was sitting on his respective bed, fervently reading a large letter. Receiving a questioning look from Ron, Harry shrugged and closed the door.
"Who's that from, Neville?" Harry asked loudly. In reply, Neville gave a frightened squeak and threw the letter out of their sight. "N- nothing!" Neville whimpered, as Harry noticed that he also had his wand out.
"Right." Ron drawled, flinging himself onto his bed. "You just get back to reading your non-existent letter, then."

~ ~ ~

Twelve o'clock. Midnight. The Witching Hour. The time that Harry had set his clock to, which woke him and nearly gave him a heart-attack. Giving a yelp, Harry shot bolt upright. Ron and the others stirred in their sleep, Seamus giving a suspicious mutter about 'add powdered root of asphodel. . .'
Slamming the alarm clock as quickly as he could to end its ringing, Harry threw his covers back and got up, shoving Ron.
"Wake up!" he hissed, pushing the red-head again, who blinked sleepily. "Is't 'ime?" he muttered tiredly, pushing his own bed covers back with a lot less enthusiasm.
Harry was already throwing some of his Muggle clothes on (which Hermione had finally agreed to magically shrink) and grabbing the bag of Floo Powder. "Get dressed and hurry!" he whispered loudly. "We haven't got much time!"
He rushed down the spiral staircase, leaving Ron to grab his clothes, and into the Common Room where Hermione was waiting, her features alternating dark and light in front of the crackling fire. "Why weren't you down here already?" she asked annoyed as Ron finally came down. "Why didn't you set your clocks for quarter to twelve, like me?"
"Sorry, Miss Genius." Ron grumbled, earning a glare that was barely seen in the mostly-dark of the room.
"You hardly have to be a genius to think of that." Hermione sniffed. "Have you got the Floo Powder?"
Harry held the bag up in reply, and Hermione nodded. "I'll go first this time." Harry told them, opening the bag and taking a pinch of the white powder.
Noting that it had stopped glowing, Harry tossed the dust-like residue into the flames. They shot up higher, like before, and turned a brilliant green; Harry stepped in and stated, "Vocare Room."
The smooth, tunnelling sensation, and the writhing colours were now familiar to Harry, who felt and watched them, without surprise nor fear.
Some seconds later, the short trip was over, and Harry arrived in the Summoners' Normal Transport Room, where Rain awaited him.
The sudden white was a shock after the dark of Gryffindor Tower, so Harry took a moment to regain his bearings before stepping off the Trans-Ring and down to Rain, who stood, looking unusually cheerful, by the door.
"You'll be having fun today!" she grinned, winking at Harry and reminding him of Gilderoy Lockhart. "Today you'll be meeting the other Summoner Apprentices - and a few Sorcerers too, probably. It'll be your first lesson today - learning a few Summonings and the like."
Harry took a moment to work out what she was talking about, before he remembered; if he was training to become a Summoner, he would have to learn something about it. "Where is it?" he asked, stifling a yawn with his hand.
Rain motioned to the door. "I'm your Guide - it's my job to take you there. Just follow me. Open!" The door did so, sliding smoothly up, and Rain started out, Harry quickly running to catch up. "I thought I wouldn't be starting training for a week or so?"
Rain shook her head, and they sped up walking down the corridor. "No. You're going to be learning a lot of Summonings and fighting, so it's best to start teaching as soon as possible. You'll start with learning some basic Summonings first - if it will help you know how to use them, you'll probably learn the theory behind it as well -"
"Theory behind it?"
"Every type of magic has a theory behind it's workings." the woman explained as they turned a corner. "As does each specific Summoning. For example, in your world, your 'magic' mainly comes from genetically passed on abilities. However, each spell harnesses, controls and uses that power differently to create different effects.
"Anyway, after basic Summonings, you'll move on to Spirit Forms and how to talk to and Summon your Spirit Guide. Then you'll move on to two different types of weapons of your choice; melee and long range; at the same time, you'll learn harder Summonings. The weapons training will carry on until you become a full Mage. Got it?"
"I'm pretty sure I have." Harry frowned, running through what she had said. Was it even possible to speak that fast without taking a breath? "How many other Summoner Apprentices are there?" he asked inquisitively. "And who's going to train me?"
"There're five others, apart from you, and Godric will be training you in Summoning." she replied. "Who trains you in weapons depends upon which weapons you choose. Here you are. You go in; I'm going back to my own Plane, I've already been here a few hours." she finished, finally coming to a halt at door, identical to all the others. The plaque on it read;

S.V: Apprentice Training Room

"Nice." muttered Harry, before uttering, "Thanks Rain, see you. Open!" The entrance obeyed, allowing Harry to pass through. He walked in and looked about. His first glance told him that the room was slightly smaller than the Great Hall at Hogwarts, and decorated with white walls, ceiling and floor, and dark red mats stretched out across the length. It was brightly lit by the ever-present but never-seen lighting.
With the second glance, he saw that there was another door over on the other side of the room, and that there was a small group of people standing up against one of the walls and talking.
One, Harry saw as he looked closer, was a Human girl - or looked like one anyway, the second was another Human, this time a boy, and the third was a pale looking girl with long red hair. As she laughed at something one of the others said, Harry caught sight of brilliant, pointed fangs in her mouth. She was a Vampire.
Gathering his Gryffindor courage, Harry headed over to them. "Hi." 'Brilliant way to start a conversation, Genius!' he groaned inwardly. 'Hi. Gee, what a great grasp of words you have.'
The group seemed to think that was true though, as they moved aside to let him join their cluster. "Hi. Are you new here, too?" the Human girl said cheerfully, tossing her short crop of hair. Now that Harry was close enough, he saw that it wasn't black as he had thought, but a dark shade of green, which fit well with her dark brown skin.
"Yeah. I'm Harry." he said, the familiar nervous feeling rising from the pit of his stomach. Whether it was Hogwarts or a secret inter-dimensional organisation; meeting new people was, and always would be, meeting new people.
"I'm Ellie, a Dryad." the girl smiled, "And don't mind me, but I'm really optimistic and talkative, so I might be a bit annoying. That's what everyone tells me anyway, so I suppose I am. Personally, I don't find me annoying, but I don't know whether that's possible, to find yourself annoying I mean, so I probably wouldn't, would I? Of course, it might be pos-"
"Ignore her." the other girl - the Vampire butted in, glaring at the Dryad. "I'm Sinead. That's pronounced 'Sha-nade', and everyone I've met has pronounced it wrong, so please try not to."
"My name's Rumoq." the boy offered. "And I'm just a Human. And who did you say you were?"
The nervous feeling started to fade. It sounded like there weren't any Draco Malfoys in this group. "Harry. I'm a Human as well." he informed them as he relaxed. "Where're the other people?"
"Not here yet. I met them yesterday in the Apprentice Room, though." Sinead said unhurriedly, her black irises focusing on him. "There's another Human-like one; except he's got some fur - Perrit, and there's a Diatt called Thyme."
Ellie clapped her hands together. "Ooh! I saw him, he looked like a Centaur with wings!"
"What's a Cent-" Rumoq began, when the door slid open and a Humanoid boy walked in - it must be Perrit, Harry decided, for though he had normal dirty-blonde hair, he had yellow eyes and pale yellow fur covering his bare arms and forehead.
Behind him stepped the other, who nearly made Harry gasp; a chestnut Centaur, with a flowing brown tail; but with a pair of magnificent, bright blue wings. "Master Gryffindor said he'll be here in a moment." Thyme announced calmly as the pair advanced to the small group. Perrit turned away at the last minute, and made towards the second door, where he stood sullenly, not looking at the others.
"Where is he?" Rumoq queried, and Thyme shrugged. "He said he had 'important business'. I heard him talking to someone called Rain just as I left though - he mentioned something about a union of reckoning, so I don't believe it's anything to do with us. He should come in a second."
Harry perked up as he digested this information; Godric Gryffindor was talking to Rain, and yet Rain had said before Harry left her 'I'm going back to my own Plane'.
Why had she lied to him? Harry shook his head; of course, she had simply meant she would be returning after speaking to Gryffindor. After all, if she had lied, then whatever reason she had lied for, Gryffindor had to be involved in, and he certainly wouldn't be involved in anything. . . bad. After all, Godric Gryffindor was the epitome of light and valour.
And yet, Harry couldn't help but remember the expression on Rain's face the day before; cold and brutal. Before he could contemplate it any more, the second door open and the brown haired man called Godric Gryffindor waltzed in with a loud fanfare, waving at the group.
"He knows how to make an entrance," Ellie laughed while Sinéad rolled her eyes. Thyme just looked confused. "Forget the entrance, how'd he get through that door? He was over in the corridor behind us!"
"Apparition?" Harry suggested, amused, as Godric made his way in front of the Apprentices.
"Congratulations, ladies and gentlemen," he smiled brilliantly, "in making it into the highly select group of Summoners! Of course, you had no choice in whether you would be born with the Summoning ability or not, so I shouldn't really be congratulating you. However, I frankly don't care about that, so well done anyway." He cleared his throat and raised his voice. "I, in case you weren't told, am the Master of the Society of the Vocarine, and all the Summoners, Godric Gryffindor.
"You should call me 'Master Gryffindor' as a sign of respect, but I don't care about that either, so just call me Godric. You'll also learn that I don't care about many things. So!" he beamed, and clapped his hands together, "Today I'll teach you a few simple Summonings. First of all, I'll teach you how to call something that's already there to you; in other words, if it's close enough to you and you Summon it, it'll disappear and reappear in your hand or by your side. Everyone understand?"
Harry nodded, along with everyone else. It sounded like a wandless 'Accio' of a kind.
Godric was silent for a second, gazing at an empty space by one of the walls, but as the Apprentices looked to him, the wall, and back again, wondering what he was doing, a pile of stones, rocks and pebbles cascaded down out of thin air onto the floor.
Turning back to his students, Godric explained, "You'll be practicing with these. Start off by calling small pebbles to your side, and then work on the bigger ones. Once you're certain you can do that well enough, try calling the smaller ones into your hand, and then work your way up to calling the large ones into your grasp. The incantation is just 'Vocare'. Say it inside your head, not aloud, and focus on which stone you're Summoning and where you want it to go, like this."
One of the rocks - about twenty centimetres long - vanished from the pile and materialised on the floor just in front of him.
Just five minutes later, everyone had got the hang of the simple spell, and a pile of stones and rocks lay discarded around them. Harry and Thyme had managed to accomplish the controlling of the Summoning first; Harry guessed it was because he himself came from a long line of Summoners, and that Thyme probably did as well.
Perrit continued lurking by the wall throughout the practice, and managed to learn the Summoning less than a minute after Harry and Thyme.
The second Summoning, Godric explained, would be a lot harder. "You handled that one pretty easily, but this one's a lot more complicated." he announced. "You'll be Summoning 'Guardians'. Can anyone tell me what a Guardian is, or does?"
"A Guardian is a Spirit that has control of an element, like water, fire, earth or air." Thyme spoke immediately. "You can Summon them to fight for you if you can't control elements yourself."
"Correct!" The piles of rocks started to move as Godric replied. "I'm afraid the rest of you may take a while to catch up with Thyme's knowledge - he comes from a long line of DEUS members, so he's been taught a bit by his parents." A second later, the rocks merged together, slipping across the floor to the centre of the room and forming a giant boulder which rippled before turning solid.
"There are five Guardians you can Summon; the incantation for Summoning them is 'Vocare something Spiritus'. For Earth, the middle word is 'Terra', Water is 'Cataclysmus', Fire 'Ignis', Air 'Cataegis' and Lightning 'Fulmen'. For today, we'll just be trying Earth. There are a few basic rules to Summoning Guardians," he continued, pointing towards the boulder.
"You'll see I merged the smaller ones together to create that overgrown rock there. That's because you can't Summon a Guardian unless you have that element there. You can Summon an Air Guardian simply by focusing on the air, but you can't Summon a Water Guardian if you're in the middle of a desert. Everyone understand?"
Ellie stuck her hand up and waved it about madly, even though she was fairly obvious. "What about lightning?"
Godric nodded. "Good question. Lightning is caused by electrical build-ups in the air and on the ground, so all you have to do is focus on both air and ground, as well as the words." He grinned again. "Just watch me. . ."

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Harry watched, exhausted, as first Hermione appeared, and then Ron, out of the Gryffindor fireplace. Dusting herself off, Hermione looked at the figure that was sitting in one of the chairs. "Harry?" she hissed, "What on earth are you doing back so soon?"
Harry managed a tired smile. "We learnt some pretty hard stuff. Summoning Earth and Air Guardians took it out of us, so we were sent back five minutes early."
"Lucky bugger." Ron groaned, limping towards the spiral staircase. "We learnt how to make small fires and control them, but we won't be moving on to Fire Guardians until next year."
Hermione looked interested. "Guardians? That sounds fascinating, you'll have to tell me in the morning. We just learnt how to scry with a mirror." She frowned. "I'm going to have to have some more time to look for the book though."
Harry rolled his eyes, and followed Ron. "That'll be fine, Herm', we don't need it today. I'm just glad we don't have any copies of us tonight - I don't think I could handle destroying them."
Within twenty seconds, Harry had collapsed on the bed in his dormitory, and was fast asleep.

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The morning breakfast was no-where near as eventful as the previous days. Harry had caught Neville reading his letter, the trio went over what they had learnt the previous night, and that was about it.
"Double Herbology." Ron announced, dunking his spoon into some chicken soup. "Thank God we've finished Gertroot, I'd have died of boredom if we went over it again."
"Yeah," Harry pointed out gloomily, "but she'll probably have us looking after a new batch of mandrakes."

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As it turned out, it was much worse than mandrakes. The Venomous Tentacula had popped off about a hundred tiny seed pods during the Summer holiday, and it seemed that about twenty or thirty of them were healthy enough to grow into 'terrifying killing machines with big pointy teeth' as Ron so eloquently put it.
Harry stared at his tiny terracotta pot with wide eyes as Professor Sprout placed it in front of him. The seedling inside moved it's 'head' up to look at him, and then displayed a wide smile of rather sharp-looking fangs, which Harry personally thought didn't belong on a plant. "Congratulations Potter!" beamed Sprout, clapping him on the shoulder as though he'd achieved something wonderful. "You've got one of the genetic anomalies!"
'Freaks.' translated Harry's mind.
Sprout continued smiling. "Your one's teethed incredibly early! Well done."
Harry backed away slightly from the demon seedling. 'Well done for what?' his common sense wailed, while his mouth said, "Delighted, I'm sure."
"That's the spirit, Potter!" Sprout bubbled, moving on to Hermione, who looked disappointed that the plant she was given wasn't a veritable man-eater.
"Now, if you'll look under the tables, you'll find a box of spiders." Professor Sprout announced, walking back from Hermione, carrying one last box. "I want you all to take one of the spiders from your box -" (Ron paled) "- and feed it to your Tentacula. Potter, as your one's teethed already, you feed yours a mouse." Thrusting the remaining box into Harry's arms, she trotted away. "Begin!"
"How hard could it be?" Harry muttered, albeit doubtfully, and set the box down. He pulled back the lid, and the mice inside blinked at the sudden sunlight, and squeaked noisily. This time, it was Harry's turn to pale.
"Hermione! Help!" he hissed to his neighbour, motioning at the grinning Tentacula, and the still-living mice.
Hermione glanced away from her docile seedling and into the box. "Oh, Harry." she groaned. "That's barbaric! Not to mention disgusting." Harry rolled his eyes. "Thanks for the help. What do I do? Kill them? Feed them whole and alive?"
"Alive." Hermione replied, holding up a spider, which tried to wriggle out of her grasp. "They only eat live prey."
"Crud!" came Ron's voice. "I just killed all of mine. Why didn't you tell us that before, 'Mione?"
Two hours later, a pale Ron and Harry stumbled out of the greenhouse, along with the other students. "Spiders. Spiders!" Ron sobbed, shaking his hands as though trying to get the taint off them. "You think that was bad?" Harry whispered. "Your one didn't have any teeth. That poor mouse! Still alive, and that plant tore it apart! Ripped its limbs off and spat them back at me! The poor thing was screaming the whole time!"
"That reminds me, you've got some blood on your face." Hermione said cheerily, which earned her a pair of unbelieving glares. "What?"
Harry wiped the smear of mouse blood off. "Let's pretend that lesson never happened, okay? So, where shall we go?"
"I want you to help me become an Animagus." Hermione said, lowering her voice. "I know I won't do it as fast as you, but if my magic's been increased, I should do it faster than usual, and I don't want anyone but you two - and Dumbledore - to know about it. If I ask McGonagall to train me, then she'll know."
Ron looked at Harry, and then back at the girl. "I dunno, Herm'. I mean, we're not really teachers -"
"But you can at least try." Hermione pleaded, and Ron relented. "Harry?"
"Fine by me." Harry sighed, realising he wasn't going to get much of a break. "Charms classroom, I suppose."

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"Right," Ron encouraged, "now focus on what it would feel like to be the cat-thing."
"Marbled polecat." Harry corrected, flicking through the Animagus book. "Hey, listen to this;
'Some powerful witches and wizards have perfected the ability to change into two creatures, rather than the usual one. These are known as 'Multimagi, and throughout history there have only been three. Merlin, who transformed into a swan and a dragon, Rowena Ravenclaw, who changed into an eagle and a cat, and Salazar Slytherin, who changed into both a snake and a vulture.'
"That's very nice, Harry, but I'm trying to concentrate, and I can't do it with you talking." reprimanded Hermione, eyes scrunched closed. Ron peered at the book. "That sounds pretty cool." His eyes widened. "Hey, do you think that with our power, we could become Multimagi'?"
"Don't be stupid," Hermione said exasperatedly, opening her eyes. "It's hardly every DEUS member that can become a Multimagus, and we're only teenagers. It would take years before we could get enough power."
"Well, Harry and I became full Animagus' in less than a day." Ron retorted, "So we might have some kind of talent for it."
Hermione clapped a hand to her mouth. "Of course! Your talent for the Animagus ability - that must be something to do with the DEUS power!"
Harry frowned. "But it can't be; Merlin's one of the most powerful of DEUS, but he still took longer than us to become an Animagus. It can't be anything to do with that."
"But that's just it - don't you see?" Hermione gushed, spilling out her realisations. "I asked Lyssa how people get their DEUS powers, and there's different ways. Some powers are inherited, like Harry's, some are formed by being in close company with other DEUS members, like me, and some just happen, like Ron's. But there's another thing; if you have a family member who has a different power to you, you can become better at their ability, as well as yours. Don't you understand?"
Harry and Ron remained blank.
"It means," coaxed Hermione, "that there's a probability that someone in your families was a member of DEUS before you - and that they were a Shifter, someone who can change into animal forms. That would explain why you found changing so easy; some of their powers have rubbed off onto you!"
"Impossible!" Ron stuttered. "None of my family have marks on their hands - and what are the chances that there were Shifters in both Harry's, and mine, families?"
"Low," admitted Hermione, her eyes gleaming. "But one of you could be a fluke, and the other could have had a Shifter in their family. In their close family, otherwise the power wouldn't have come to you. I can't speak for Harry's family, but in yours, Ron, if none of the others have the mark, then it must be someone who hasn't joined yet. And who in your family hasn't had their fifteenth birthday yet?"
Harry's mouth finally worked. "You can't mean Ginny!"
"It makes sense." Hermione nodded. "We can't be certain, but Ginny might be joining DEUS next year."
Ron turned white as a sheet. "But it would be dangerous for her!"
"No more dangerous for her than us!" argued Hermione. "I seem to remember you weren't concerned about the danger when you decided to join. And besides, I asked Lyssa; we won't be going on anything but training exercises whilst we're Apprentices. It's only when you're a Sorcerer or Sorceress that you start doing the dangerous missions."
'Ginny? A Shifter?' Harry thought to himself, sitting on a desk. It seemed impossible; but then, so did the theory of alternate worlds, so that wasn't much to counter the argument.
Hermione was back against the wall now, eyes closed again and obviously concentrating on the polecat form.
"Yeah. . ." Harry heard Ron mutter, "But it's still dangerous for her."
Harry rolled his eyes and began to study the chapter on Multimagi, deciding he'd have to ask Rain whether there was a way to tell whether someone was a DEUS member or not. He also made a mental note to see whether Summonings could be sensed by the Ministry of Magic. If not, he could have a lot of fun next Summer. . .

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In the Gryffindor Defence Against Dark Arts lesson, Professor Lupin finished up the lesson about Necromancers and Necroscopes, and outlined the next topic. "Dementors," he announced, causing Harry to wince at the memories of them, "are the creatures that are used to guard Azkaban, and absorb positive feeling from their surroundings, and any people nearby. They can also administer the 'Dementors Kiss', in which hey suck out your soul through your mouth. . ." he continued in a bright, normal voice, completely unsuitable for the subject.
"- Which is why," he finished five minutes and ten points to Gryffindor later, "we'll be learning how to protect ourselves from them. Only one spell works on them; the Patronus charm. As this is extremely complex magic, I doubt many, if any, of you will be able to create a Patronus by the end of the year.
"The incantation is 'Expecto Patronum', but it's much harder than just that. As you say the words, you have to focus on a happy memory. The strength of your Patronum depends on how happy your memory is. If it isn't good enough, you'll only get a wisp of smoke. Yes, Miss Patil?"
"Please Professor, what's a Patronus?" the girl simpered, to which Hermione scowled.
"A Patronus is like a shield which repels the Dementor, also it also wards off Lethifolds - we'll be covering them later this year. The Patronus is a silver creature, although the form it takes is unique to the person who conjures it." Lupin explained. "Harry can create one, so if you'll come up and give us a demonstration?"
Harry froze, and then stood up reluctantly, aware of every eye in the room watching him. "What about a Dementor, Professor?"
The teacher waved his hand dismissively. "Your Patronus will just run around for a minute without any Dementors around. Don't worry about it."
Grudgingly, Harry plodded to the front of the classroom, and held his wand up. Concentrating on the memory of seeing his parents in the Mirror of Erised, and of the realisation that his Patronus was Prongs, Harry pointed his wand forwards.
"Expecto Patronum!" he shouted, watching as the mist shot out of his wand. Immediately, he cursed his stupidity; normally that would summon his Patronus - however, he had forgotten to take into account the power increase that he had gained, which had a reaction very much like the spells in Charms.
Milliseconds later, the room was full of gasps as Harry and the others laid eyes on the results.

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Dear Sirius,
How are things with you? I'm fine here at Hogwarts, and you can't say it hasn't been an interesting week back - even though I haven't even been back for a week yet!
I'm doing really well in Charms, top of the class, and COMC is great; we've each been given a Wyvern to look after. Herbology isn't so good - we're taking care of seedling Venomous Tentaculas, and my one's already grown inch long teeth, which means I have to feed it mice instead of spiders like everyone else.
The thing I wanted to ask was whether someone's Patronus has ever changed or become unusual in any way. Remus says he doesn't know, so I was wondering whether you did. You see, I had to cast a Patronus in the lesson, and it was a bit different than usual.
For a start. . .

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And so ends chapter 10. Next chapter will be the Divination lesson, the Charms and Transfiguration lessons (though I won't go into as much detail as that, as nothing much happens. HINT: If I talk about a particular lesson for a long time, it's probably important. Except Herbology, but I felt like adding a 'small cute animal gets violently killed' scene).
And of course, next chapter will include the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff try-outs, and the Slytherin / Ravenclaw Quidditch match, which is short but sweet. Plus, Harry gets called to Dumbledore's office again, and a rather interesting couple of facts come along.
Also, an important note: I have four planned sequels to this, so don't think Harry's going to suddenly increase in power a hundred times, turn into a Multimagus and defeat Voldemort. Not yet, anyway. ^_~
Next, I'm thinking about changing the title to 'Deus Ex Machina', so if you look for Fire, Rain and Rose, and can't find it, look that up instead.
Finally, about the fic 'The Key to Triumph', co-written by the Red Dragons Order and I; IT IS AN A.U!! In the world it's set in, Snape is not an adult, okay? If you don't like that, tough luck. Go read something else, we're not forcing you to read it.
Now I've finished ranting. Please review! Any flames will be eaten by the Venomous Tentaculas.
Oh, and who likes kittens?