The Evolution of Balance

Chapter 3

Welcome Back

Welcome back my friends, to the show that never ends.

We're so glad you could attend, come inside, come inside

Emerson, Lake and Palmer, Karn Evil 9

Alastor Moody stood in the station vestibule as the express slowed to a halt at Hogsmeade Station. "First years, off the train. Gather over here, now!" he barked, in a tone likely to frighten a Manticore. His magical eye focused in on one particular wizard as he exited the train.

"Glad you could join us, Potter," he said, in a tone Harry felt only hinted of sarcasm.

"Professor Moody. What are you doing here?"

"Providing an armed escort. Ms. Granger, any chance you could help me round up the first years." Hermione donned her prefect badge and headed towards the opposite end of the platform.

"The Headmaster asked me and a few friends to make sure you all got the castle in one piece." His magical eye continued to scan the station as he pointed out the escort guard. "Seems you had a bit o' trouble on the ride."

Charlie moved alongside Harry as Moody gathered the first years for the boat ride ahead. "I see he's as ornery as ever. Good thing he's on our side," he said. Harry agreed.

The carriage ride to the castle was bumpy but uneventful. However, the same could not be said for the entrance hall. Toilet paper was strewn between the rafters and loose rolls emptied in every direction: courtesy of one mischievous poltergeist.

"Peeves!!!" Argus Filch hadn't lost a decibel in his years, "When I find you... Augh! This will take forever to clean."

Ron laughed, "Glad to see some things never change. I wonder if he'll leave some of this for Halloween."

The Great Hall was as impressive as always, with wall-height tapestries draped from the ceiling, portraying the four houses of Hogwarts. It was a bit later in the evening than usual for the feast and the hundreds of candles and torches served as the only source of light. The crystal clear sky outside provided a wonderful, panoramic view of the stars on the enchanted ceiling.

An eerie glow emanated from the small meeting room off to the side of the head table. Professor McGonagall explained as the older students took to their appointed tables.

"This year we are implementing a few minor improvements in security." She pointed to the side room, "The cauldron in the anteroom will record your voice and essence and all of the entrances to the castle will be ensorcelled to admit only those documented students and staff. Prefects, please ensure that the first years do the same before they leave the feast."

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I must attend to the first years' entrance." She stepped down from the head table and walked deliberately to the back of the hall.

"I hope she hurries through the sorting, I could eat a house."

"I don't know Ron, the Burrow might give you indigestion." Little sisters are always witty. Ron smiled and shook his head, lacking even a sarcastic response.

Hermione plopped down into the seat they'd saved her as she obtained the tower passwords from Professor McGonagall. "It looks like there are a fewer first years than I can remember. I guess the troubles outside are hurting admissions."

"That's strange," Harry remarked, "you'd think they would be safer here than anywhere else."

The Sorting Ceremony was completed quickly, demonstrating Hermione's perception.

Professor Dumbledore stood gracefully after the final student was sorted and the attention of the hall immediately shifted. "If you will forgive me, I have a few notices before the feast. As always the Forbidden Forest lives up to its name: it is off limits with no exceptions. Take heed of the addition of several more Whomping Willows planted during the summer at the edge of the forest. They provide additional security and I urge all of you not to encroach them too closely."

Dumbledore's hand extended across the teachers' table: "I'd like to welcome two new staff members this year. Mr. Charlie Weasley will be teaching Care of Magical Creatures this year, replacing Rubeus Hagrid." Charlie stood and nodded and the Headmaster paused purposely as applause rang through the hall. "Charlie was quite a strong Quidditch player in his time and will also be assisting Madame Hooch in flying instructions." More cheers erupted, especially from the Quidditch teams.

"Mr. Remus Lupin is rejoining our staff as a Dark Arts instructor, replacing the retiring Alastor Moody." The chorus of applause was nearly unanimous for Remus as well; most of the older students well remembered him from a few years ago. Only a subset of Slytherin students refused to cheer for the returning professor.

"Finally," the Headmaster interrupted the dying applause, "please be aware that the curriculum has been further modified to allow the inclusion of independent training in charms and dark arts defense. Professors Flitwick and Lupin will oversee the class jointly. Students above fifth year who wish to enter this course should see their head of house before the end of the night."

"Enjoy the feast!" The trays filled with food and the ravenous students attacked.

******

The Gryffindor common room hadn't changed a bit, with plush chairs and the ambience of home. Ginny and Hermione sat quietly just after midnight, chatting about the sorting feast and the upcoming school year.

"That advanced charms class sounds interesting. Can I safely assume you've applied?" Ginny whispered sarcastically.

"Of course," Hermione grinned, "You know me. I'd never turn down a chance to get advanced credit. By the way, did you see the notices for the 'Charlie Weasley Fan Club'?"

Ginny looked chagrined. "I know. It's funny, I never really saw him as handsome before. I can hear the questions now: 'What's he like?'; 'Is it true he could have played for England!'."

"You'll have plenty of fun answering those questions. Charlie will never hear the end of it at holidays!"

"I don't know. I can't help but wonder if I'll ever be able to avoid the big-brother-protection syndrome at Hogwarts." Ginny sighed, "I wonder if Ron'll lighten up this year. Think you can help me there?"

She smiled, "I'll see what I can do..."

Harry bounded down the stairs, "It's good to be back!" He looked at the two faces staring up at him, "Sorry, did I interrupt girl talk?"

"Yes!" they chorused.

"Ugh, double team." He turned to head back to the dorm room, "I know when I'm outnumbered. Good night, then."

******

Breakfast the following morning saw old friends catching up on the summer. However, some habits hadn't changed.

"Hey guys." Charlie Weasley's face belied his excitement as he joined the Gryffindor table for breakfast. He slid into an empty spot next to Ginny. "It looks like the Death Eaters captured on the train have served a good purpose. The Ministry publicly announced war against Voldemort and the Death Eaters this morning. Apparently the Aurors brought the two before Minister Fudge to provide evidence."

"That's great news, Charlie," Hermione interjected. "Maybe now, they'll be more active in protecting Muggle-born families."

Charlie looked up as a stream of owls entered the Great Hall. He hadn't touched his food. "Mail's here. I'd better get back to the head table. See you later today, Ms. Weasley"

"Bye, Professor!" Ginny knew how to exact revenge on her older brother.

"You two should be fun in class together," said Harry as he received his schedule from the school owl. "Whatever happened to the quiet Ginny we knew and adored?"

"Pfahh!" Ron snorted through a glass of pumpkin juice. "What Ginny have you been watching? She's got Bill's wit and a temper to match!"

"I guess I've just been oblivious, as usual." He smiled across the table at the redhead.

Ginny returned the smile warmly, "Yes you have, Harry. Yes you have..."

Professor McGonagall stood at the head table. "May I have your attention, please? There are a few additional announcements, which we did not make last night. Hogwarts will be hosting an outdoor Halloween festival this year." Cheers erupted from the gallery. "For those of you who were unable to obtain a fancy dress costume before school, students will be permitted into Hogsmeade before Halloween. The first formal holiday will be the weekend directly following the festival."

She cleared her throat and continued, "I should remind the students that Hogsmeade visits will be strictly supervised by the staff and Auror's guild. This is for your protection and any attempts to countermand their authority will result in immediate expulsion. Thank You."

The Headmaster stood in her stead. "Some of you will have noticed this morning's headline in the Daily Prophet. The Ministry has resolved to fight Lord Voldemort with all of its resources." A hushed silence ensued.

"The future will not be easy. Some of you will be asked to choose sides in the coming war." His eyes scanned the hall. "We can only prepare you by enhancing your training, as we have done. But you must choose your own path." He said nothing more as he sat and resumed breakfast.

******

That night the sixth-year roommates stayed up late discussing the summer, as they'd begun to do during breakfast. Neville indicated that his Grandmother had made arrangements to obtain Runespoor eggs to help his memory. Seamus had apprenticed with the Irish Quidditch team, taking care of the equipment in return for an allowance and practice with the team.

Harry dozed off as the discussion continued. The first night at Hogwarts he had slept well, comforted by the company of friends and the familiar surroundings of the castle. He hoped the pleasant dreams would continue but this was not to be: the dream this night reflected the growing presence of evil.

He stood in the center of an upstairs study of a house he did not recognize. In the moonlight he noticed a computer and printer on a desk on the far wall. In the corner stood a crib with the various toys of what he assumed was an infant boy. Suddenly, the air felt charged and Harry sensed the hairs on his forearms bristle.

He turned towards the door and watched a trio of hooded wizards appear in the hallway and move towards the master bedroom. He recognized the tallest wizard: Voldemort! The familiar searing pain shot through his scar and he sank to his knees in the middle of the room.

His first instinct was to hide in the safety of shadows, hoping to escape the inevitable pain. But his dream-self fought the natural instincts despite the pain, and he instinctively reached for his wand as he rushed into the hallway. The wand was not there - he was helpless.

The bedroom door crashed open and he heard two immediate instances of the death curse and stifled screams. He ran into the room, hoping to rescue the child from the cruelty. But today he could only stand witness...

The couple's baby began wailing and Voldemort pointed his wand and...

He jarred awake, yelling: "No!!!"

Ron jumped out of bed and quickly pushed aside the nearest curtain on Harry's bed. "What's wrong?" Neville and the others were obviously awake but they had not left their beds after the scream.

"I... I saw them kill a family," he stammered. He took a deep breath as he rubbed his temples to dull the pain. He was shaking. "It's happening again, Ron. Voldemort was active tonight."

"Sorry, mate. Bloody hell." Ron's face paled and he seemed unsure how to comfort his friend. "Do you... know who was killed?"

"No. I'll have to tell Dumbledore, though. The man didn't seem to reach for a wand. I don't think he was a wizard." Harry hung his head and exhaled in defeat, "Sorry to wake you. I should be all right from here. I'll sleep downstairs tonight to let you four get some sleep." Quietly, he pulled the duvet off his bed and retrieved his wand and glasses from the bedside table.

Ron stood beside him, concern still etched on his face. "You sure you're all right, Harry?"

It took a few moments for Harry to answer: "I will be. Try to get some sleep." He strode across the room and exited towards the common room, not noticing that Ron hadn't moved. Neither of them slept well that night.

*****

At breakfast the following morning, news of the attack plastered the front page of the Daily Prophet. In the body of the story, Hermione pointed out one of the first years in Ravenclaw was a relative of the victims. "Harry, do you think his family will pull him from school? It's such a shame, he's only been here for two days."

"I don't know." He rubbed his eyes in an effort to shake off the weariness. "I'm going to speak to him, though. He should know how it happened."

Harry stood resignedly and made his way towards the Ravenclaw table. Ron wrapped his arm around Hermione's shoulders as they watched the scene unfold. "Every time this happens, he gets more reserved. This morning he barely wanted to talk about it."

"Would you? I'm actually amazed that he can still function after all he's been through."

Over at the Ravenclaw table, Harry sat down next to the aforementioned student. After a few moments of restrained conversation, the boy embraced Harry, weeping. The Great Hall was hushed as Harry allowed the boy to cry himself out on his shoulder. He stood, cradling the huddled first-year, and motioned to Madam Pomfrey to follow. A number of the Ravenclaw prefects and Cho Chang, the head girl, trailed as he exited the Great Hall.

******

Harry decided to take a break by the lake that day after Herbology ended - Tuesday late mornings were free for independent study if one chose to participate in the Advanced Charms / DADA class, scheduled to begin Friday morning.

At the height of summer, Scotland rarely reaches above 20 degrees Celsius. Late summer and early fall, however, provide wonderfully comfortable weather. Taking advantage of this fact, several of the older students headed outside to enjoy some rare free time before the heavy workload commenced. Harry noticed several of the Ravenclaws tossing around a Frisbee, which was interesting because only the few Muggle born students had ever thrown one.

He managed a weak smile as a couple students waived as he passed towards the lake. To be honest, all he wanted was fresh air and some time alone to clear his head. The first night back had reminded him how wonderful it was to be free of the Dursleys and back in the comfortable surroundings of Hogwarts with friends. Last night had shattered the façade and reminded him of the all too familiar pressure he felt daily.

He was 'The Boy Who Lived' and the one who by luck, skill, or a combination of both had managed to live longer than many might have predicted after Voldemort's rebirth. To the younger students, those born after Voldemort's first reign of terror, Harry was a living legend, the stuff of history books. To many of the older students, he was something of a real-life hero. True, there were many who regarded him with suspicion after Cedric's death, but the tumultuous events at the end of the last school year had changed the opinion of most. His (unfortunately) well-publicized, heroic actions in Hogsmeade and afterwards in the Forbidden Forest had earned the respect of all but a few.

Harry walked over the crest of the small hill that settled into the valley of the lake. On the shore, sat a lone figure and he had to smile, fondly remembering that she too, used this solitary spot for an occasional respite. "Hey stranger, mind if I join you?" he asked as he approached.

Cho Chang turned and forced a smile, patting the flat grass to her right. Her face was as beautiful as ever, but tense and worn, as if she were aging well before her time. "I thought you might stop here. I needed to talk to you for a moment."

After Cedric's death, it had been several months before either of them could face the other. Once they'd crossed that barrier, they'd discovered a rare friendship. It was the type of relationship where you spoke once in a blue moon, always about the serious aspects of your life. If they'd been adults, they might have met for a cup of coffee in the early morning hours of a London weekend.

Each gave the other the support and advice they needed without pretense. There was little small talk involved in their discussions, though they knew it was a friendship neither would forget. Theirs was the ultimate in teenage friendships: advice from one who knew you well enough to give the advice, but not well enough to feel emotionally attached to it. Cedric's death, as traumatic as it had been for both of them, created a bond between the two students well beyond mere friendship.

Last year, during the first of what they now jokingly coined, 'therapy sessions', Harry had recounted in excruciating detail the nightmare of Voldemort's return in the graveyard. It may well have been the most difficult thing he'd ever done. Cho, in turn, had laid bare her feelings for Cedric and her initial emotions towards Harry after the third task. She did not hate him, she'd explained; she'd seen too much bravery and goodness in him to believe he could have caused Cedric's death. Wariness; fear; the living reminder of a shattered psyche - Harry had listened to these words without comment. He remembered thinking these were probably common sentiments among the students at Hogwarts. What could he have said anyway?

Amazingly, she had forgiven Harry that same October morning last year. Forgiven him for not doing what he told himself so often he should have done - anything that would have spared Cedric's life. More than anything or anyone, her forgiveness allowed Harry to recover from the all-consuming guilt over Cedric's death. All this from a young woman of sixteen he had thought would never again speak to him.

And so, they'd met in the same spot from time to time to talk about life and the problems they both faced. Somehow, perhaps mystically, they always seemed to know when the other needed their presence. Like today, something had drawn them together - to their spot by the lake.

"How is he, Cho?" Without a mention by name, they both knew Harry was asking about the young student he'd carried to the infirmary this morning. The boy had fallen into shock not long before they entered the medical ward. Madam Pomfrey had ordered the ward cleared, except for Cho Chang and Professor Flitwick.

"Physically, he's fine. Emotionally," she paused and took a deep breath. "God, Harry, the poor kid. According to his parents, he was close to his Aunt and Uncle. He'd stayed the last few weeks of the summer at their house before coming to Hogwarts." She shook her head and wiped a silent tear from her cheek. "Look at me. I'm head girl and I'm crying about a first year student I barely knew."

"It only shows how much you care." She managed a weak smile and nodded. Harry continued, "They're going to need you more than ever this year, you know. I get the feeling most of the younger students think of you as their protector. I know that I would."

"It's just so draining... and some days I don't have that in me."

"Everyone feels that way, Cho. I watch your table during meals, Cho. You never seem to run out of energy or advice or a caring word. Don't think for a moment that anyone couldn't forgive you for feeling the strain."

She smiled once more, this time with the bright energy she seemed to radiate. "Thanks, Harry. I think I needed to hear that." She swung her feet towards him and leaned against her knees. "So, what brings you here?"

"Karma," he answered meekly. His face lost the fraternal mask, returning to the worried state it had held before their discussion. "I wish I could do something to stop all this." Harry waived his hands in frustration at this last statement.

Cho remained silent, allowing Harry to continue. "Every time I hear another attack has occurred I want to crawl up into my old cupboard and escape. But something inside tells me I have to go on, I have to help."

"You've been through a lot, Harry." She waited for his reaction, but he merely nodded. "Do you think people expect you to stop Voldemort again?"

Her perception was startling. "Yes," he answered hesitantly, "and no. Not the people who know me. They realize I would do anything I could and that probably scares them. I don't blame them really. Sometimes I feel like I should be performing miracles or something. I suppose I put the pressure on myself." He stood and walked a couple steps down the slope towards the lake. "Did I ever tell you what happened when I first entered the Leaky Cauldron before first year?" he asked with his back to her.

"No."

"Everyone shook my hand as if I were some sort of celebrity. At the time, it was strange because I had no idea why. Now that Voldemort is back, I feel like I should be living up to that status."

"The Harry Potter that I've known would want two things," Cho said as she stood and joined him by the lakeside, "To be the hero that no one recognizes. You can't have it both ways. If something inside of you wills you to fight, then you're going to have to accept the attention."

Harry smirked, "I suppose you're right. As usual, I might add." He turned his head towards her, "You never flinch when I say Voldemort. Why?"

"I hate him," she answered emotionally. "I hate him for taking Cedric from me, and the passion he stirs in my family and my friends. I'm afraid of him, too." She stood motionless after that outburst. "I've never hated anyone in my life, Harry. When people get on my nerves, I laugh them off or walk away. Voldemort doesn't let you do that."

Harry nodded solemnly in agreement. "I made a promise to myself after Hagrid was killed. I've never mentioned this to anyone besides Ron and Hermione, so please let it keep."

"All right."

"I swore I'd never give up. No matter what it takes, I'll keep fighting."

"I envy that in that you, Harry. I wanted to give up... I almost did in fact." Harry looked at her questioningly. "My turn for a secret, I suppose. Before my sixth year, I wrote a letter to Professor Dumbledore withdrawing from school. I wasn't sure I could ever come back here. He came to visit me the next day. Needless to say, I returned."

"I don't feel the same kind of pressure you do, I know that," she continued. "But for what it's worth, my advice is not to live your life to fight. Once this is all over, and it will end, you'll need to be able to live a normal life." She turned away from the water, looking up the hill towards the castle.

"Have you ever thrown a Frisbee?"

Harry chuckled at the sudden turn of conversation. "Only to myself, in the park."

"Well then, come on..." she said as she grabbed his sleeve and dragged him up the slope.

******

The week seemed endless to Harry, between Professor Snape's chilly reception in Potions on Wednesday and the recurring nightmares. Harry woke early each morning to continue running before breakfast, but by Friday morning he was struggling to stay awake.

The first class on Friday was the independent study in Charms and DADA. As Harry and Hermione made their way outside after breakfast, they noticed a small group of students conversing with Professor Flitwick. "Looks like we're the only six years in the class. Have you thought about what you want to cover?" Hermione asked.

"A couple things actually. I hope they don't mind. Over the summer, Professor Figg and I worked on defensive techniques for dueling. I think I'd like to continue with Professor Lupin. As far as charms... well I wouldn't mind trying to find a way to control the dreams. It's tough to get a proper night's sleep."

"You have been awfully quiet this week, Harry."

"Sorry... How about you, then?" But they were too close to the chattering crowd to continue the conversation.

"I'll tell you later."

"Ah, Harry, Hermione, there you are. Now we can begin. Professor Lupin and I would like to meet with all of you separately today to discuss your topics. If you haven't chosen one, we do have a few ideas on special projects. That is if you don't mind developing a charm to control a poltergeist." The students chuckled, knowing Peeves had been in rare form this week.

Professor Lupin continued as he took the open stool next to Flitwick, "As your syllabus mentioned, each of you were to choose either a combined topic in charms and DADA, or separate topics in each." General nods of assent came from the gallery. "The independent study will require a practical review at the end of the course, as well as significant background research for your thesis. I hope everyone enjoys the library. You may work in teams if you choose, and your success will be judged as a team, not individually."

"On Fridays while it's warm, we will meet here to assist you in your practical. Otherwise, we'll be in the charms classroom and the library as necessary."

Professor Flitwick flashed his customary smile, "Remember, though, there are some things even we can't do, so please give us advanced warning if you plan to use us as guinea pigs. Figuratively speaking, of course."

"All right. Please take a few minutes to write down your research ideas, and then we will meet with you," added Professor Lupin. "One more thing. If you require assistance from another staff member, you'll have to make time on their schedule."

As the group quietly reached for parchment and quills, Hermione handed Harry a book. "What's this?" He read the title: Separating Dreams from Reality, by Sinead O'Cormac.

"I wanted to talk to you before you submitted your topic. I had the same thought. We're worried about you. Ron tells me the nightmares are worse than ever."

Their eyes met and Harry could feel the bags under his eyes. "I've tried not to wake him, but their becoming more frequent and painful," he said somberly.

"Harry, over the summer I read a couple books about the mind and dreams. I think there's a way to help you. Trouble is, the only way to test my idea is on a human subject. In other words, you're the guinea pig."

He smiled wanly, "I guess if I have to trust anyone with charms, it should be you."

She gushed at the compliment. "It's good to see you smiling again. Then you agree, we'll submit the topic as a team?"

Harry nodded, "This should qualify as a bit of light reading, by your standards."

"Hey," she smacked his shoulder lightly, "watch it, Potter."

"Do me a favor, Hermione. Submit this as your idea. I'd rather not publicize my nightmares."

"Sure. I'll catch up to you in a minute." She stepped forward to speak to Professor Flitwick.

Harry wandered over to Professor Lupin, who was busy chatting with a seventh year Ravenclaw. He listened in: "Professor, I'd like to study invisibility. I think I can replicate the affects of an invisibility cloak with a combination spell and potion. Here is my proposal."

Remus and Harry shared a knowing glance. Remus quickly scanned her proposal. "That looks challenging. You do understand you'll have to consult with Professor Snape on this project?"

"Yes. I enjoy potions and anyway, I could use the extra work to prepare for the N.E.W.T.s."

"Very well, I'll approve the topic. Let's talk again next week."

She noticed Harry on her side and turned her head slightly in his direction. After a moment she smiled and stepped away. "Thank you, Professor."

Remus nodded and turned towards Harry, "Looks like you've an admirer, Harry."

Harry shrugged, "I'm definitely not used to it. Especially after Cedric's death, most of the students just ignored me. I can't say I mind it, though."

"Nor should you. I've told you this before. You look a great deal like your father only stronger physically. He had his admirers as well."

The two friends shared a smile. "What can I do for you?" Remus asked.

"Professor, over the summer Ms. Figg and I worked on defensive magic and I'd like to continue that if possible. I'll concentrate on defense against hexes and dark magic, particularly elemental attacks."

"If I remember right, you're already an exceptional dueler. Are you sure the subject will be challenging enough?"

"It will if you're the attacker," he said seriously. "I'd like to be better prepared for the next time. We both know the Death Eaters won't stop hunting me."

Remus sighed, "I wish I could disagree with you. All right, I'll accept the topic, but you'd better be willing to work hard. The Death Eaters won't hold back, so neither will I."

"That's exactly what I expected. Thanks."

"Listen," Professor Lupin added after a few moments of silence, "Charlie and I are trading off living outside in Hagrid's old hut. We agreed that Fang could use the company and we'll be extra security for the school. Do you think you could bring some extra food down to the cabin during the week?"

"What's the matter, Professor, forgotten how to sneak into the kitchen?" Harry asked slyly.

He chuckled, "Far from it. I just figured you could use the break once in a while."

"Too right."

"Why don't you come down to the hut later this afternoon. I might have a surprise for you." Professor Lupin noticed a few students waiting patiently, "Excuse me, Harry. There are a few more students I need to see."

After class, Harry and Hermione made their way into the entrance hall. They noticed a group of students gathering around an ensuing fight and Harry quickly strode through the crowd.

"That's enough!" He separated the two second-year students. Sternly he added, "I don't know what caused this, but if you two shake hands and walk away quietly, it will be overlooked. Do you understand?"

Grumbling, the two students slowly shook hands and separated. "Sorry, Harry," said the young Gryffindor as he turned towards the older student, eyes pleading.

"Michael, I'm not going to lecture you." Harry motioned towards the Great Hall, "Get some lunch."

Hermione stood beside him as the young student walked away with a group of his classmates. "You're becoming quite the big brother, aren't you? Sometimes I still wonder why you chose not be a prefect."

"You know why. I get enough attention as it is."

"You received eleven O.W.L.'s and you have the respect of the older students. You've earned it, after all."

He smirked, "Stop it. You're going to give me a big head."

******

At around 3:00 P.M., Ron and Harry made their way towards the outdoor hut to meet Professor Lupin. Hermione had begged off the visit because of a weekly prefect meeting. As they neared the hut, Harry felt the recurring grief once more and paused. "I miss him, Ron."

"I do too," Ron added reflexively. "As good as it is to have Charlie here, Hagrid was an original."

Harry reached to knock, "Come in." Ah yes, Professor Lupin could definitely hear us.

He pushed the heavy door open and the room slowly came into view. Professor Lupin sat by the unlit fireplace, facing Charlie Weasley with a chessboard between them on the tea table. Four empty chairs awaited the new visitors.

He took a step into the room and was quickly enveloped by an unknown predator. "Sirius! What are you doing here? Wait, who cares. It's great to see you." This time he initiated the hug, surprising his Godfather.

"Padfoot can always find his way onto campus, you should know that." Sirius' eyes were alight with mirth.

"We expected to see Hermione as well." His eyes diverted towards Ron, "Remus tells me it's rare to see you two apart these days."

Ron blushed and seemed at a loss for a comeback. Instead, Remus interjected jokingly, "Sirius, leave him be. Sit down, then."

"Hermione had to attend her prefect meeting. I'm sure she's sorry to have missed the house elves in the kitchen." Harry uncovered his spare cloak, revealing a plate full of chicken and stuffing.

"Ah, I knew there was something good about you, after all." Sirius immediately dug into a piece of chicken.

"I take it he was the reason you wanted us to bring food to the hut," said Harry. "I wondered why, considering you have the same access as we do."

"Sirius lived with me in the Muggle world over the last year or so. But now that I'm back at Hogwarts, it's more difficult to conceal his presence." Remus glanced at his new guests, having just sacrificed his bishop. "Besides, I didn't think you'd mind the surprise."

"Cheers, Professor."

"Please, we're in the presence of friends, call me Remus."

Charlie laughed quietly, "I'm still trying to convince Ginny to call me Professor Weasley. She tried it once and couldn't stop chuckling. Oh well, I resign Remus. I can't see anyway out of this sacrifice."

"Care for a try, Ron?" Ron couldn't resist the challenge, especially against a professor.

"I warn you," Sirius intoned between swallows, "Moony didn't lose in all my years at Hogwarts."

"We'll see. We played to a draw on the train." Ron took the challenger's seat as Charlie moved to one of the open chairs, "I'll play black."

Remus and Sirius passed the afternoon regaling them with stories of pranks long forgotten. Harry occasionally joined in the laughter, but the week had taken its toll. As the early evening shadows from the forest crept into the hut, Sirius' tone turned somber, "You're too quiet, Harry. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just tired. It's been a long week."

"Dreams again." It wasn't a question. Sirius changed tack, "The last time you sent a letter you asked me to keep you informed. Truth is, we know Voldemort is planning something big but he's been tight on the details, even within his inner circle." Harry scowled numbly, hoping for more certain information. Sirius continued, noticing the face, "If you brood about the troubles outside of Hogwarts, you won't live life within it."

"Padfoot, I never knew you were a philosopher," said Remus between moves.

"Humph. Ron, make sure he has a little fun and romance, will you."

"Fun, I can handle, but the romance part may be hopeless." Ron smiled at his best friend.

"Why is that? I've seen the current classes and at the risk of sounding like an old codger, there are some attractive females. Are you telling me none of them have caught your eye?"

"Sirius, I'd rather talk about anything else but this," said Harry. But now his Godfather was in a playful mood.

"You're sixteen. Dating should be par for the course, as Muggles are fond of saying. What about the Halloween bash Dumbledore is planning?"

Now, Harry was coloring from his Godfather's suggestions, "Look... Snuffles! (Sirius transformed and licked his face) I'll work on the dating, how's that? I've had other things on my mind, that's all."

Sirius, the human, was back and he whispered in Harry's ear, "Not a pretty redhead, you mean."

Thank goodness Ron didn't hear that, Harry thought. Remus spared him from further humiliation at the hands of his Godfather. "I'd be careful, Sirius. He might just be able to take you."

"In his dreams! All right, I'll back off." His left eye twitched at the suggestion, "For now..."

"You two had better get back if you want to catch dinner. Thanks for the games, Ron." [two draws in a row]

"Anytime! You're the only competition I have around here."

"Charlie, I'll stay in the hut tonight with Fang. Why don't you escort our young friends to the castle. Sirius, the Headmaster wanted to talk to you before you left."

Harry embraced his Godfather as he stood to leave. "Thanks for visiting, Sirius. It's good to know your safe."

"Take care of yourself. I'll always be here if you need me, you know that."

"Good night, Remus," Harry added and nodded towards Sirius, "and thanks."

******

Quidditch tryouts were scheduled for half past nine on the morning of Saturday, September 7th. Harry woke early after a peaceful sleep and quickly made his way down to breakfast, hoping to beat the crowd to the pitch for an early morning ride. To his surprise, Charlie was just landing as he approached the southern edge of the pitch.

Harry watched quietly as Charlie edged around the pitch. It was remarkable how much differently Ron and Charlie flew. The older Weasley had a smooth-as-silk style that belied his seeker skills. Ron, on the other hand, was much more about power and efficiency. It was for this reason that Ron had been chosen as the Gryffindor keeper last season.

"Good Morning, Harry," Charlie added as he flew to a hover a few meters ahead. "I thought I'd get some flying in before tryouts. Dragons are incredible, but there's nothing like the control of a good broomstick."

"Don't I know it? Hey, do you think Ron would like to be captain? I thought about asking him last night, but I wanted to get your opinion beforehand."

"I think he'd appreciate it, Harry. But you know him. The first question out of his mouth would be why? You'd have to convince him that it was without pretense."

"That's what I'm afraid of." Harry looked to the sky, remembering the one place he felt truly free. "I love to fly, but I'm not as addicted to Quidditch as he is. Quidditch through the Ages is the only book he can quote chapter and verse!"

"Just tell him that, Harry," Charlie agreed. "It's not as if he'll say no!"

"Cheers. Are you planning on staying and helping with tryouts?"

"Definitely." His eyes glanced upwards, "You interested in a little one-on-one with the snitch?"

Harry smiled, "Are you sure you're up for this? You're not as young as you once were."

"Watch it, Potter. Besides, as I understand you're only the best seeker since Charlie Weasley."

For nearly an hour, the two seekers whirled around the pitch at furious speeds. Neither kept track, but a draw was finally agreed. As they descended, they noticed that a small crowd had gathered below.

One of the group was the Hufflepuff seeker; an attractive seventh year who unabashedly smiled as Charlie landed. "That was impressive. I hope we can count on some instruction this year."

"Sure, it's only fair." Charlie took her reaction in stride.

Madame Hooch appeared behind the crowd. "Professor Weasley, if you're done monopolizing the pitch, I'd like to get it prepared for the tryouts."

"Forgive me. I don't get a chance to fly too often these days."

"Since you've warmed up, can you set up separate tables for the four teams?"

Several minutes later, the rest of the students made their way to the pitch from breakfast. Ron and Ginny appeared, with brooms on shoulder, along with a majority of the Gryffindors anxious to see the new team members chosen and enjoy the late summer weather.

"Ron, Seamus, can I talk to you for a moment?" Harry nodded towards a space a few meters away. Quietly, he told them his plans for the Quidditch captaincy.

Ron had a grin a mile wide as they returned to the Gryffindor table. Ginny's curiosity was piqued, "Ron, what are you smiling about?"

"I'm the new team captain."

"Oh, that's wonderful! Does that mean I still have to try out?" she joked. "Or am I an automatic choice."

Ron chuckled, "Darn right, you'll have to try out. And I am going to work you hard this year. That's if you make the team."

Immediately, Ron passed around a sign-up parchment. The team needed to fill four positions this year. Last year had seen the departure of the superstar trio of chasers (Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet) as well as the Weasley twins. As last year's reserve chaser, Seamus was an automatic choice.

"Madame Hooch and Seamus will be evaluating anyone interested in the chaser position." Ron pointed towards the southern edge of the pitch, "Harry and I will oversee the beater tryouts on the north end."

Harry mentioned under his breath, "I'd like to find an alternate seeker as well. We need to start training for the future and that may be sooner than we think."

Ron frowned, "We're also looking for an alternate seeker. Professor Weasley, can you run that tryout?"

Charlie grinned, "I think I can handle it."

For the next hour, the flyers were put through the paces. The twins had designed a set of decoy chasers to act as virtual targets for the beater tryouts. Harry and Ron were pleasantly surprised at the new crop of flyers. In particular, two brothers, Michael (3rd Year) and Luke (4th year) Montgomery showed enormous promise. They worked together nearly as well as the twins had for so many years.

"Looks like we have our beaters - brothers again," said Harry as he landed behind the judging table.

On the south end, three chasers had been chosen with one alternate. Natalie MacDonald and Ginny Weasley were clearly the two best candidates and Dennis Creevey surprised everyone with a strong showing. Charlie had chosen a second year as reserve seeker (she was the best flyer of the lot anyway), reasoning that Harry had at least two seasons left to play.

The Slytherins were scheduled for 11:00 tryouts and Madame Hooch recommended the Gryffindors return to the castle to avoid unnecessary conflict. On the return to the entrance hall, Seamus walked next to Ginny and a couple of her fifth-year friends who'd watched the tryouts. The girls were laughing much of the way to the castle, as the demonstrative Irishman joked. It did not go unnoticed.

"Seamus seems to be the fan favorite, doesn't he?" said Ron, as the trio trailed behind the rest of the Gryffindors.

"I don't think Ginny minds the attention," added Hermione.

"But he's a year older than she is."

"She can handle herself. Besides, he is handsome." Harry noticed a quick frown form and fade on Ron's face.

"Humph. Don't think I won't be keeping an eye on her, that's all. What do you think, Harry?"

Harry was more than inclined to avoid this discussion. "I think she..." he hesitated, "they'd make a good couple. You two go ahead, I'm going for a run. See you at lunch."

******

Wednesday, September 18th.

Harry, Ron and Hermione quietly made their way into the second row of chairs in the dungeon classroom, preparing for the agony that undoubtedly lay ahead.

"Professor Snape will not be instructing potions class today." Arabella Figg held a stern face as she exited the instructor's room and strode to the podium. "He has left instructions that you were to brew a transparency potion today, and we will follow the lesson plan. Understood."

"This potion is designed to make non-organic materials transparent. I must stress that it is NOT to be used on another human, or for that matter on any living thing. The consequences would be irreversible, at least to my capabilities. Therefore, do be careful not to cause a splash during the brewing process."

"The potion brews to a pure white when completed. Before you came, I prepared this sample." She held a stopper a few inches from a sugar quill. As she dispensed a drop, the front of the quill faded.

"As you can see, it is still possible to make out an outline of the object because of reflected light. In this manner, we can then restore the object's color." She removed a small bottle from her cloak and dispensed a few drops, restoring the quill to color.

"Please work in teams as it takes quite a bit of work to create this potion. The uncommon ingredients have been sorted for you on the side table."

Harry, Hermione and Ron naturally chose to work together. Hermione began preparing the daisy roots. "I wonder what happened to Professor Snape?"

"Who cares? At least we don't have to put up with him until next week," said Ron said as he set the water in the cauldron to boil.

"It is rare for him to miss a chance to undercut Gryffindor," added Harry. "I wonder if he's been called away." The previous year, Harry had stealthily caught a private conversation between Snape and the Headmaster with regard to his continuing spy efforts.

"Mr. Potter, please pay attention to your work!" He had been absorbed in thought and squished his rat spleen.

"Sorry, Professor."

"You're right, Harry. I can't see him missing our class for anything but an emergency. I hope he's safe." Hermione gently added the first ingredient to the water.

"I'm sure he's fine. I'd probably feel it if he were being punished."

******

6th Year Girls Dormitory, [Hermione's POV]

Hermione awoke the following morning, yawning. As she stood and grabbed a towel for the shower, she noticed two packages on her dresser. The front of the first card read: Happy Birthday! How did they do that?

She read the card:

Hermione,

Ron, Harry and I went in together for this present. Hope you like it. Oh, and in case you're wondering, Harry taught me a Silencing Charm to sneak the present in last night.

Happy Birthday!

Love,

Ginny

She quickly unwrapped the smaller present, uncovering a long black box. Inside was a thin necklace with a sterling silver Gryffindor Lion in the clasp adorned with carnelian stones. Under the necklace was a note.

Hermione,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Mum taught Ginny and I to make necklaces when we were kids. I thought this might go well with your dress robes (which I can't wait to see you in!). The Lion was Harry's addition.

I'm certain you know how I feel about you and although we sometimes fight, please know that you mean everything to me.

I love you,

Ron

Her breath caught. Ron rarely made a show of their relationship, always preferring to express his feelings privately. A tear made its way down her cheek as she held the note to her heart.