The Fifth Year Mage

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Who are you, you slime ball?!”

“Umm, Uncle Vernon, I’d like you to meet Professor Snape. Professor, where’s Dumbledore?”

“Held up in a meeting.”

“A meeting?”

“Yes, a meeting, and it’s none of your business, Potter. You, put the boy down…did you use your wand on them?”

“Umm, no, not exactly. I need to ask Dumbledore about that.”

Snape eyed him, and figuring that he wasn’t lying, levitated the two Death Eaters. “Well, let’s see, we’ll send these two ahead to the Ministry. You Potter, take this Floo powder and yell Hogwarts, Headmaster’s office. The password is Fawkes. I’ll be there soon.”

Harry did as he said. He stopped at a closed fireplace. “Fawkes!”

“Ahh, Harry, we were expecting you.”

“We?” Harry asked looking around the room.

“Yes, the other members should be here shortly.”

“The members of what?” asked Harry curiously.

“ The Dragon Heart Underground.  Now, what exactly happened, Harry?”

“Well, it’s sort of weird. By the time Hedwig left, it was too late. See, the Death Eaters were already downstairs. Lucius and I started talking. Well, he was doing the talking. Then, he insulted my parents. I got really mad, yelled stop, pointed my hand at them, and they were stupefied. Then, Vernon came downstairs, and he was about to stick me in the cupboard again. Then Snape showed up. He took Pettigrew and Lucius to the Ministry. Does this mean that Sirius could be cleared?!” cried Harry in realization.

“Most likely, yes. Now, tell me about your dream.”

“Well, it’s really strange. You see Voldemort said that he had to get me before my fifteenth birthday. Why?”

“That is something that will be discussed at the meeting tonight. Ahh, I believe those are the members now.” There came the sound of footsteps and arguing.

“Remus, he has got to find out sometime!!”

“Sirius, now is not the time,” said Remus opening the door.

“Not the time for what, Moony?” asked Harry.

“Harry?! What are you doing here?” asked Remus.

“Death Eaters attacked, nothing more than that.”

“Are you all right?!” asked Sirius, freaking out.

“I’m fine. I’m here in one piece, aren’t I?”

“Looks so to me,” growled a voice that Harry recognized as Moody. Right then Mr. Weasley walked in.

“Hello, Mr. Weasley.”

“Hello Harry, how did you get here?”

“Floo Powder.”

“I didn’t mean that way. What brings you here?” he asked, reinstating the question.

“Death Eater attack.” Two more people walked in. One was a woman with long blonde hair, the other a man.

“Hello Fletcher,” growled Moody.

“Hello Moody, Sirius, Remus, Arthur, Dumbledore.”

“Hello,” said Sirius then he said, “Arabella, you haven’t visited lately.”

“Hah ha. I am not your girl friend.”

Right then Snape walked in and everybody conjured a chair and sat down.

“Alright,” said Dumbledore, “welcome to another meeting of the Dragon Heart Underground. First thing on the list is what to do with the mage.”

“Albus,” said Mr. Weasley, “there hasn’t been a mage since Merlin. He was the last one.”

“Well, now there is one, and in the room with us.”

“Who?” asked Arabella Figg.

“Mr. Potter, please stand.”