It's Not Over 'Til Voldemort Screams

HPFan_WaterDragon3

Story Summary:
Harry Ron and Hermione are up to everything this year. Getting in trouble is normal for them but not in this much trouble. Four surprises await the Trio and some of them may not come quietly.

Chapter 01 - Issues

Chapter Summary:
Harry is finally free of the Dursley's and goes where? The home left to him of course. Hermione and Ron pay a short visit and someone gets "taken down". "Hogwarts, Hogwarts Hoggy Warty Hogwarts...."
Posted:
10/01/2006
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Author's Note:
Well this is my first story. There are many more chapters but they wont be up for a little while. I have finals coming that I need to study for so don't expect any more chapters until after the holidays. Sorry! Please Read and Review. I accept flamers.


Harry Potter stepped off the front porch of Number Four Privet Drive with a light heart. He was finally leaving the Dursleys! He was going to his new home: Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. He almost tripped when he flagged down a large purple, triple-decker bus. The Knight Bus.

"Welcome ter the Knight Bus. I am your escort for this eve- Blimey, 'Arry Po'er! The man 'imself has blessed us with his presence once again, eh Neville?" Stan Shunpike said as Harry climbed onto the bus.

"Oh, shut up Stan. Three years ago, I heard you say out to a large crowd that you were next in line to become Minister of Magic, am I correct?" He gave Stan a small smirk and even Stan's pimples went white.

"Nice ter see yer too Mr. Po'er, your trip is free. Now, where to?"

"St. Mungo's. Get me there as fast as possible, alright Stan?"

"Ern, you 'eard the man, step on it!" The driver, Ernie Prang, pushed the accelerator hard until it was flat on the ground. "Here, thought you might like to see this." He handed Harry a copy of the Daily Prophet.

"Bloody hell..."

"Snape Frees Death Eaters"

"Last night at 1:27 AM, Severus Snape, Death Eater for almost twenty six years, freed the rest of the Death Eaters from Azkaban. We have no recognition of how he got in, and many think that he has found out how to Apparate silently. Because Azkaban has had many wards placed on it, especially Apparation Wards, no one knows any reason as to how he got inside the fortress. We have many witnesses that say Snape has killed many people since he escaped from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. One witness, Harry Potter (The Boy Who Lived), says, "Snape was at Hogwarts many years as a spy for Voldemort, without Dumbledore knowing. Somehow, Snape used Dumbledore's trust against him and was able to make Dumbledore believe that he was a spy for our side. I saw him kill Dumbledore with my own eyes. Snape is no kind person, and if anyone sees him, they should alert the Ministry of Magic at once. Snape is a dangerous person; I advise everyone out there to take eager watch." Harry Potter, even though ex-Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge didn't think so because of Brita Skeezer has always been a help to the Ministry and is in close contact with our new loyal Minister, Rufus Scrimgeour."

"Of course. Now they're putting me on good terms with the new Minister of Magic. I hate the man; he said stuff about Professor Dumbledore that I really didn't appreciate." The bus screeched to a stop.

" 'Ere's your stop Mr. Po'er. St. Mungo's. Hope whomever you are visiting is surely not goin' ter die."

"That's a pleasant thought, Stan; thank you for your caring words. Hedwig, here, I need you to send this letter."

Hermione, Ron,

I need you to come to my place tomorrow morning; we have some things to discuss. You know what about. Just knock on the door, LIGHTLY; I haven't taken down the old portrait of the hag. If you can't come tomorrow, send this back with Hedwig, okay?

Harry

"Take this to Hermione and Ron, okay, Hedwig? I have a funny feeling they're both at the Burrow." She gave him an affectionate nip on the tip of his finger and flew off. He set off for the house, taking in the sites around him. As his feet carried him to where he wanted to go, the whole path felt so unfamiliar. Within twenty minutes he was on the front steps of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. He opened the door and tripped over the umbrella stand, absentmindedly waking Mrs. Black.

"Half-blood! Filth! Blood Traitor! How dare you set foot in my perfect home!"

"Bad news for you lady, this is my home now and you're coming off of that wall as soon as I find a way to get you down!"

Harry wrenched the curtains closed and wondered how the hell Sirius had put up with it for so long. He hung his head at the mention of Sirius. He stood in silence for a moment and then, pushing thoughts of Sirius out of his mind, called, "Kreacher!"

The old elf stood before him with a pop. "Yes Master Potter? What does the blood traitor want this time? Is it something about the Mudblood he hangs around with or is it some other little snot nosed blood traitor? ..."

"That's enough, Kreacher! Now, start cleaning the house, and I mean really clean. Not the cleaning you haven't done for over eight years. Got it?"

"Yes, Master. Not a speck of dust in the hallway. But a many specks of dust everywhere else. I shall clean the heads of my ancestors too, yes, Master?"

"Please do, and don't you dare wake up the portraits, or your head will be up there too! Now go!"

At this, Kreacher ran down the hall and disappeared with a pop.

"Damn house elf. Dobby?" The smaller house elf appeared with a CRACK and bent low to the ground his nose touching the floor. "Harry Potter sir! What is it you needs, sir?"

"I have a job for you. I would like you to work for me now; you need to quit your job at Hogwarts and come live here. I even have a room for you. Kreacher may not be with us for much longer and I need another elf around the house, especially one as good as you. Since you are a good friend."

"Friend? Once again Harry Potter sir is treating Dobby like an equal. Yes courses I will work for Harry Potter sir!"

"I'll even pay you ten galleons a week!" The elf fainted in shock. "Ennervate."

"Ten... Ten galleons a.. a.. week? Tha-thank you Harry Potter sir!"

"Dobby, how many times have I told you to just call me Harry or Sir?"

"Many times, sir... Dobby sorry for no obey. I misunderstand you the first eighteen hundred times Ha- Harry."

"That's better. Now I need you to apparate to the Burrow and fetch Ron and Hermione. I need them now. I told them I needed them tomorrow, but I found otherwise, now, can you please go and get them, Dobby? I need you to hurry, alright?"

The elf gave a tiny bow and left with a small pop. Harry went over and sat down at the table. He waited several minutes before there was a knock at the door. He opened the door to find a red faced Ron and a pink nosed Hermione staring at him. "Harry, um, we got your message about two minutes ago, but Dobby arrived and told us you needed us now. I had to apparate Ron because he still hasn't passed his test. That's why he's so red. He's mad because they failed him again yesterday. How did you know we were both at the Burrow?"

He invited them in to sit down in the living room. Harry made three cups of coffee and sat down in an armchair facing Ron and Hermione, who were holding hands on the couch. He pointed to their hands and said, "That's why. I had a feeling you guys were going to hook up sometime over the summer, so I figured you both would be together." He shrugged and stared at both of them, who looked at each other and started laughing.

"Harry!" Hermione started. "We aren't together! Ron had asked me if I wanted to see the new stuff at Fred and George's shop so I went and they thought it would be funny to stick our hands together, we haven't gotten them apart yet!"

"That's Fred and George for you..." chuckled Harry.

"Yeah. So, Hermione couldn't go home. We tried everything we could think of, but it's possible they used a permanent sticking charm on us. Do you think you can help?" Ron asked hopefully, but his head fell when Harry shook his head.

"If I could help, I would have had that portrait of Sirius's mum down in a heartbeat." They nodded in agreement and looked back at Harry. They knew he was still upset about the death of his godfather. "But I'm sure we can try to get them apart. I don't want to hurt you, but let me cast a severing charm. Make sure you guys are apart body-wise, ok?" They nodded. "Diffindo!" Their hands fell apart. "Holy... It worked! Hold on, I'll be right back." Moments later, Harry came back in the room with the Portrait of Mrs. Black in his hands. "I'm going to destroy this so stand back." They stood up and went behind the couch. BAM! They peered over the couch to find that the room was black. They couldn't see Harry. "Finally!" They heard him say over at a nearby wall. "Scourgify!"

"Harry! Bloody hell! Did you have to destroy it like that?" Ron said.

"Hell yeah! I've had enough of her and I've only annoyed her once in the last hour! That'd be enough for you two to rip your hair out and stab yourselves! Well not that I would do something that drastic! I like my hair!" He smirked at Hermione after seeing the look on her face when he said the word stab. She smiled and hugged her friend. "It's good to have you guys here. Now listen..." He started talking to them about the Horcruxes. "What do we plan to do about them? We know of four already. Riddle's diary, the ring Dumbledore destroyed, Hufflepuff's cup, and Slytherin's locket. I have to suspect another one to be at Hogwarts. I have no idea what or where in the school it is but I may be able to piece it together in the upcoming year."

"Don't you mean 'we?' You're just the one who is going to destroy it after we all find one, correct?" Hermione spoke up. Harry nodded. "Riddle was one very smart boy; I wonder if he made a book at Hogwarts a Horcrux? Could it be possible? I mean I've been in the library countless times, but I still haven't read the entire thing." The boys exchanged disbelieving glances, and then started laughing. Hermione glared at them. "No, as a matter of fact, I haven't read all of the books in the library! For your information, I have read more than half the library to go! STOP LAUGHING!" They shut their mouths. They didn't dare torment Hermione.

"Anyway!" Ron started. "What do you propose we do when we get back to school in five days?"

"Well, we should have you, Hermione, go and work on the library. You need to get through as many books as possible because this is our last year at Hogwarts." Hermione nodded. "Ron, you need to make as many Wigenwield potions as you
can this year.... We need all we can get if we face Voldemort by the end of this year." Ron flinched at the name but nodded. "You also need to try and get a hold of Professor McGonagall. We need to go to the school as soon as we can to lay down some rules of exactly what we need to do this year. We need to tell her what exceptions we need to have. Then, we'll all go down to Diagon Alley together to buy our school supplies for this next coming year. What do you say?"

"I agree," said Ron.

"Yep, same here, Harry. Well, actually I can call up McGonagall now. She gave me this... thing I guess, so that I can contact her when I needed her about a school assignment. I've had it ever since.... Hold on.... Professor McGonagall? Are you there?" Hermione spoke into the mirror she was holding and almost immediately Professor McGonagall's face appeared in the glass.

"Miss Granger? Is that you? My goodness! What do you need child?"

"No need to call me, child Professor. Remember, I turned seventeen last April."

"Yes, you're quite right. Anyway, what is it?"

"We need to speak with you at Hogwarts. When can you see us?"

"Right now. Nothing is going on. I have already hired new Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, so I have time for you now."

"Who did you hire?"

"Yelleria Altrey for Potions, and Naomi Chang for Defense Against the Dark Arts; Cho Chang's aunt. She apparently didn't want the job at first, but I told her that since we had no one else and the class was most likely to close if no one taught it, she decided to accept the offer. Professor Altrey is a very strict woman. She's almost as bad as Snape. She has no sense of humor, and no tolerance for misbehaving students. You three had better not cross her if you are going to be going on more dangerous adventures, because she is not going to be the nicest person to cross even- on her good days. Any way.... Yes, come on up, Hermione. You can Apparate Harry and Ron up to the gates and we'll let you in. I'll meet you at the gates in ten minutes."

"Alright, see you in a bit. Let's go guys. Grab onto my arm... same arm please." With the feeling of being squeezed into a quill cartridge, Hermione had successfully Apparated them to the gates of Hogwarts. They waited for a few minutes. A small gray tabby cat appeared at their feet, and with a small pop, Professor McGonagall appeared.

"Hello, Harry, Hermione, Ron. Follow me to my office." They went through the gates and up the hill to the large castle, through the oak doors, and into the entrance hall. They then followed her up the grand staircase and stopped at the large stone gargoyle. "Lemon drops." Harry smiled. Lemon drops were Dumbledore's favorite sweet, and, strangely enough, a Muggle one at that. He remembered something. Dumbledore's portrait was on the wall. They could still talk to him!

They stepped onto the spiral staircase and it started to move. The four of them waited patiently as McGonagall lifted the wards off the office and stepped inside. McGonagall swept across the room with her wand and three very comfortable chairs showed up in front of her desk. She waved at them to take their seats. When they sat, she spoke.

"What did you need?"

"Well, we need to have this school more protected. We need more wards placed upon it, as many as these wands and all the others can manage. We need some more practice with apparition, well Ron and me anyway, Hermione seems to have it down." Hermione smiled at him. And then she started in on their needs.

"We'll need permission to leave whenever we need to, even during classes. We will promise to catch up by either taking our schoolwork with us, or by just doing it and handing it in late, of course. We need one room to Apparate out of the school from. Something like the Room of Requirement. Oh, and Professor, we also need to let the teachers...." McGonagall held up her hand to stop her.

"Hermione, please call me Minerva. I think you are old enough for that, especially with the requirements you need. As for your apparation plans, I have that covered. Harry, you and Hermione are the new Head Boy and Girl. Ronald, you are a co-head and will get all of the authorities that Harry and Hermione will have. You will all be staying in the Head's quarters. There is your apparation need. You can Apparate out of that room only. The teachers will know of almost everything. I will not, however, be telling them that you are going to be apparating out of the building to search and destroy Horcruxes."

"Pro- Minerva, when did you find out about the Horcruxes?"

"Well, where do you think I found out about them, Hermione? Albus told me, of course."

"Yes, I did." They all stared behind them. In the doorway stood the greatest wizard known to the wizarding world: Albus Dumbledore.


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