- Rating:
- PG-13
- House:
- Schnoogle
- Characters:
- Harry Potter Hermione Granger Ron Weasley Remus Lupin Sirius Black
- Genres:
- Action Drama
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire
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Published: 03/12/2003Updated: 06/18/2004Words: 105,717Chapters: 17Hits: 25,132
Harry Potter and the Dark Mark
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- Story Summary:
- The sequel to Harry Potter and the Heir of Gryffindor. In Harry's 6th year, the Wizarding world is in bedlam: the dark movement is on the rise with a streak of senseless murders one after the other after the other. Harry's quest to stop the terror leads to the revelation of ancient secrets, re-visiting the past , and some old scores are *finally* settled!
Chapter 03
- Chapter Summary:
- The sequel to Harry Potter and the Heir of Gryffindor. In Harry’s 6th year, the Wizarding world is in bedlam: the dark movement is on the rise with a streak of senseless murders one after the other after the other. Harry’s quest to stop the terror leads to the revelation of ancient secrets, re-visiting the past , and some old scores are *finally* settled!
- Posted:
- 03/21/2003
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Chapter Three: Sixteen
Candles
"Harry! Come on, mate! Hurry up! We're gonna be late if you don't stop
muckin' about!"
Harry was halfway hopping towards his bedroom door as he tried to put on
his trainers, zip up his trousers and calm his stubborn hair. "Coming!" he
called to Dudley. As he was placing his hand on the doorknob, Hedwig flew into
his window and circled his head, commanding his attention.
"Not now, Girl, I'm late--"
But Hedwig was adamant and nearly stuffed the envelope she was carrying
into his hand. The bright green ink caught Harry's attention right away: a
Hogwarts letter. At once forgetting all about his bellowing cousin, he quickly
tore the envelope open and removed the letter:
Dear Sixth Year Student:
It is time for you to select the two classes you will be taking on as
concentration courses this term. These courses are designed to aid you in your
N.E.W.T exams during your seventh year and should be selected based on which
fields you feel you are most interested in and likely to pursue. Please use
discretion. For example: if you received an Owl in Divination, it would make
sense to choose Your Inner Eye as a concentration course and not Herbology:
Unearthing the Magic. Low marks in these courses will adversely affect your
academic future. Please select carefully, as this is an important step in the
advancement of your magical career.
Best Regards and Wishes,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress Harry stared at the options blankly:
Deputy Headmistress Harry stared at the options blankly:
Ancient Runes --- Archeology Meets Mythology
Arithmancy --- Logic, Reason and the Wizarding World
Astronomy --- Understanding the Infinite
Care of Magical Creatures --- The Monster's Role In Society
Charms --- The Science of Spelling
Defense Against the Dark Arts --- Why Good Wizards Turn Bad
Divination --- Your Inner Eye
Herbology --- Unearthing the Magic
History of Magic --- 2,000 Years of Oppression
Muggle Studies --- Coexistence
Potions --- Conquest of the Senses
Transfiguration --- The Magic of the Human Body
"Oh hell," said Harry, thinking out loud, "two extra courses we'll have
to take this year! What, are they trying to kill us?"
His bedroom door flew open revealing a red faced Dudley Dursley. "No, but
I'll kill you if you don't hurry the hell up!"
Harry laughed, stuffed the letter into his trouser pocket and the two
friends were at once tearing downstairs.
*
Harry wasn't sure how he managed it, but Dudley persuaded Uncle Vernon to
drive them down to London for the party. If Harry hadn't known any better, he
would have reckoned Dudley bewitched his father, because that seemed to be the
only logical explanation for it! Either that or Dudley was far better at getting
his way than Harry had given him credit for!
It was dusk as the three drove in through the leafy London suburb of
Hammersmith, then into the equally as residential Shepherds Bush. He made a
sharp left turn onto Almond Grove and their car crept up a rather steep hill,
Vernon searching for house number twenty, muttering to himself along with the
sputtering of the car engine.
"I hate London, damn house numbers, they never make any sense, and I
can't believe I'm actually doing this--"
The houses were small, most of them two-up two-downs, with respectable
front gardens and a car at the pavement. Number twenty was one such home: its
white paint was noticeably newer than the others, their red front door shining.
Vernon didn't even bother saying goodbye, he simply barked that he'd be back at
half past eleven on the dot and if they weren't on the front porch waiting he'd
leave without them.
"Idle threat," said Dudley as they walked up the red brick walkway to the
front door.
"Marwick!" cried Harry, reaching down and gleefully scooping up the
purring black and white cat that had been sitting at the front step. "Oh
Marwick, we've missed you, girl!" Marwick snuggled against Harry's chest and
Harry happily scratched her ears.
"You're getting cat hair all over your nice gray jumper!"
"I'll live, Dudley."
Dudley knocked on the door. He was wearing all black: sleek trousers and
a flattering polyester shirt. He sniggered. "Yeah, well, you get that cat
anywhere near me and I'll kill ya!"
The door flung open and Harry's heart stopped.
"Sophie!" He shouted.
The winsome brunette with those enormous, infinite brown eyes had thrown
herself onto him. He laughed and lifted her up off her feet, squeezing her
tightly, kissing her firmly on the cheek.
Never let go, Harry. Never let go. . .
(Oh how he wished Dudley hadn't been staring at them, or he would have
greeted her properly!)
Sophie next latched onto Dudley with the same energy and Dudley landed
her with a safe kiss on the cheek.
Her hair was longer than Harry had remembered and her skin was tanned as
his was-- maybe it was that week she'd spent at the seaside. Her cheeks were
flushed though, as she flashed her mega watt, dimpled smile at her friends.
"You're early! I was betting you'd be the last to arrive! Come in, come
in! Dad! Harry and Dudley are here!"
They walked into the home-- it didn't smell of sugar cookies as their old
house had when Imelda was still alive, but it still felt good. Roger
Banbury came briskly down the staircase and landed both boys with a firm
handshake.
"Boys! Delighted to have you! Delighted! We've both missed you so
very much!"
"Good to see you as well, Mr. Banbury," said Harry, heartily returning
the handshake.
"How are you getting on with Scotland Yard here in London?"
"Same old politics, you know. Same old politics. But I refuse to bore you
with talk about me. This is your night! Sixteen comes only once in a
man's life, you know! Come on! We've got plenty of food, so don't any of
you be shy! The guests should be arriving shortly. Can I get either of you a
drink?"
"Oh!" said Sophie with a wink at Dudley. "I've got some
Butterbeer!"
Dudley nearly gave way to tears. "Really?"
"Yeah! Ginny Weasley-- she had some sent over to us specifically for
tonight."
"Ginny?" asked Harry as they helped themselves to a bottle. "Really?"
"Oh yes-- her and I have been keeping in quite close contact, actually.
Lovely girl."
"Oh she is, absolutely," said Dudley, savoring the drink he loved so
much. "You know, Harry," he said quite seriously, "We all know she fancies you.
I mean. . . I'm a Muggle and even I know that. She's quite the pretty
thing too. . . why don't you, you know, ask her--"
Harry tore his gaze away from Sophie and cleared his throat, not about to
let him finish that sentence. "Right, Dudley. My best friend´s little sister. Be
serious!" He was getting rather warm and took a long swig from his butterbeer.
He threw a worried look at Sophie, but she was smiling at him. (Had those eyes
ever been anything but kind?)
She squeezed his arm supportively, winked at him and did the best thing
anyone could have done at that moment: she changed the subject.
"Dudley? Call me crazy, but I think you've actually grown since
last I saw you!"
Dudley's face lit up. "I know! I'm so relieved!"
"Well, your Mum is tall, so it's only natural."
"I know, but she's the only one in her family that is. The rest are all
quite short, so I was certain I was doomed."
Harry laughed softly. "Yeah, you can say that again. I haven't grown an
inch since last summer. And for a minute there I was getting excited I might
actually have a chance at catching up with Ron."
"You mean Goliath?" said Dudley with a snort. "Fat chance of
that!"
"Dudley," said Sophie with a shake of her head, "Nonsense. I think that
Harry is a perfect height!" She straightened up tall. "See? We're practically
eye to eye!"
Harry grimaced. "Don't remind me."
Dudley laughed, "She's wearing heels, mate. It´s really not that bad."
The doorbell rang at that moment. Roger opened it and in walked . . .
"Hermione!" Harry cried, rushing over to her. She beamed upon
sight of Harry and ran to greet him. "Happy Birthday Harry!" She glanced past
him at Dudley. "Happy Birthday, Dudley! Sophie, where should I put the
presents?"
Sophie hugged Hermione and showed her where to drop off the gifts. Her
sun-kissed tendrils were cut short cut as they had been the previous year, and
she wore black Muggle dress shoes, slacks, and a flattering three-quarter-length
blouse. It was impossible not to stare at Hermione Granger those days.
The fireplace erupted into three blasts of green smoke, and everyone ran
to help the arrivals out of the fireplace.
"Seamus! Dean! Neville!" Harry embraced each of his friends. The three
boys dusted themselves off and showered Harry with "Happy Birthdays" and then
made a point of being just as civil towards Dudley.
"Hermione, where's Ron?" asked Seamus, whose radar had spotted the
butterbeer and was already finishing off a bottle.
"He's coming. You know the Weasleys-- fashionably late."
"Wait till you see Ron, Hermione," said Harry. "He got toasted when we
were in Ireland."
"Oh I know, he sent me a photo to prepare me for it! Poor bloke."
As if on queue, there were four more mini-explosions at the fireplace and
out stepped the Weasleys Ron, Ginny, Fred and George.
Hermione was at once at Ron's side, dusting off his clothes, taking off
his robe for him and greeting him with a quick peck.
"Ah, there the lovebirds are," said Dean. "It's still gonna take
me some time gettin' used to it."
"Get used to it, mate," said Ron, beaming, holding Hermione
closely at his side.
Ron's burn had faded somewhat, thankfully, but it was still visibly
burnt. Ginny, on the other hand, was quite pale-- as though she hadn't seen
daylight in a very long time...
"All right there, Ginny?" Harry hugged her and brushed her hair back from
her face, concerned. "You don't look quite well."
"Oh," she said quietly. "Yeah, well, I was kinda sick for a while. . ."
Fred, George and Ron tried to suppress their giggles. Sophie shot them
all a warning shake of the head. "Being Sophie's brothers, I'd expect you'd be a
bit more considerate to her feelings!"
"Exactly, we're her brothers," said George. "It's our job to be
inconsiderate."
"Hey, what exactly did happen with that Margaret woman?" asked
Harry, still looking concerned.
Ginny was frowning. "That psychopath. She blamed me for her garden being
overrun with garden gnomes. How stupid is that? I can't bear even looking
at the nasty little creatures and she blamed me for dumping ours into her
garden? I still dunno where she got that crazy idea. So. . ." she paused,
shaking her head. "Her and I went back and forth one day, and I basically called
her something along the lines of a crazy, dirty old hag. She didn't like that
too much."
"No, I should think she wouldn't!" said Harry.
"So . . . so she pulled out her wand and . . ."
"Turned her into one," Ron exploded, laughing. "Turned her into
a flippin' garden gnome! Can you imagine it? Can you believe it?" Fred and
George were by now howling with laughter, while everyone else stared at Ginny in
disbelief.
Hermione gasped. "Oh Ginny! Not really. . ."
"Yes," said Ginny desperately, "oh Hermione, it was terrible. I was stuck
like that for a whole week! Do you know how hard a spell something like that is
to reverse? Especially the complex sort that Margaret put on me!"
"She showed up in our front garden," said George through heaves of
laughter, " and I thought she was a real gnome and yelled at her to get the hell
off our front porch and picked her up, well, you all know what to do with
gnomes. . ."
Harry covered his mouth, desperately vying not to laugh at the
distraught-looking Ginny.
"Er. . . sorry, I'm the Muggle here, remember?" said Dudley. "What
exactly is a garden gnome and what do you do with them?"
Ron put a hand on Dudley's shoulder. "Garden gnomes are really foul
looking, savage little monsters that love to besiege gardens and eat up the
roots to all the plants. The only way to really get rid of them is to take them
by the ankles and spin them around really fast and then throw them as far as you
can. They get so dizzy that it takes 'em weeks to find their way back to the
garden again."
Dudley gasped. "George! You didn't do that to your own sister!"
"Well, she bit me really hard before I was able to chuck her over
the fence! So I dropped her and she was able to get out the words
"I'm-Ginny-You-Stupid-Idiot!"
By now the entire company was laughing, Ginny was burning from
embarrassment.
Harry hugged Ginny. "Poor thing. Don't feel embarrassed-- that could have
been any of us."
"See Ginny?" said Hermione. "I'm always telling Ron to watch his temper!
That's where that Weasley temper will get you!"
"Oh come off it, 'Mione," said Ron dismissively. "I'm famished. Let's
eat, everyone!"
They stuffed their faces, practically emptying the great table of food
that the Banburys had assembled for everyone. The company sat in the Banburys
living room and between all the chewing and drinking, throwing out jokes and
jibes that kept the company in stitches for most of the evening. (Harry was
keenly aware of Dudley´s attempts to sit beside Sophie, but made certain that he
occupied the empty spot next to her on the sofa.)
Hermione, bless her, was quick to discuss their soon approaching start of
class. "Everyone get their concentration letters?"
Everyone nodded, and excited murmuring began amongst the sixth years.
Harry turned eagerly to Ron. "Which ones did you pick?"
Ron looked at Harry as though it were a silly question. "Care of Magical
Creatures and Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Oh," said Harry quietly. "Why?"
"Why? Harry, really, why do you think? Hagrid will be teaching
Care of Magical creatures, so I'll get full marks in that class, and then
Defense Against the Dark Arts is the only other thing I'll be able to tolerate."
"Ron," Herimone snapped, "That is no way to go about such an
important decision!"
"Oh come off it! Sixth year is the hardest year as it is-- I'm not gonna
pick something like Arithmancy and make my life harder than it needs to be.
Unlike you."
Hermione paused momentarily-- it was obvious that she had picked
Arithmancy.
She quickly turned to Sophie. "How about you?"
"Mmmm. . . not quite sure. Big decision, you know. But I'm leaning
towards Defense Against the Dark Arts, for sure. And maybe Astronomy."
"And you, Harry?"
"I . . . I don't know. I'm not really sure what I should pick."
"Well," Hermione prodded, "what did you get your OWLs in?"
Harry felt embarrassed. "I. . . only got two. Charms and Defense Against
the Dark Arts."
Hermione betrayed a slight shock at the fact he only received two
OWL certificates (even Ron got three certificates) but was remained pensive.
"Those are both promising subjects. What is it you want to do after Hogwarts?"
Harry blinked. After Hogwarts? Was there a life after Hogwarts? In
two years he would be eighteen years old and legally an adult-- in all
likelihood, the Dursleys' would give him the boot the very second the clock
ticked twelve am on 31st July.
And then what? What could he do? Spend his life running away from
Voldemort? He wouldn't have the safe haven of Privet Drive anymore-- his only
hope of not getting zapped would be to stay on at Hogwarts. . . unless . . .
Harry shook his head. "I haven't really thought about that."
"Then my advice is to go with your strengths. Or better still," she said
with a wink, "go with your gut."
Harry knew Hermione's gut: Arithmancy and Muggle Studies. Ron was quite
vocal about his. But . . . on his own?
"Oh! And Harry," said Hermione, "speaking of classes--"
"Sheesh," said Seamus Finnegan, "don't you ever think of anything other
than school?"
Hermione rolled her eyes at Seamus as she pulled a folded piece of paper
out of her pocket. "Have you seen this?"
She passed the parchment to him and he unfolded it:
Arithmancy --- Logic, Reason and the Wizarding World
Astronomy --- Understanding the Infinite
Care of Magical Creatures --- The Monster's Role In Society
Charms --- The Science of Spelling
Defense Against the Dark Arts --- Why Good Wizards Turn Bad
Divination --- Your Inner Eye
Herbology --- Unearthing the Magic
History of Magic --- 2,000 Years of Oppression
Muggle Studies --- Coexistence
Potions --- Conquest of the Senses
Transfiguration --- The Magic of the Human Body
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Harry blinked and then looked up over at Hermione who was visibly eager
about the idea. Apparently Sophie was equally as confused, "Hermione? You need
help in pulling up your marks?"
"No. But Ron here does. And it wouldn't hurt Harry either."
"Hey," said Ron defensively, "I'll have you know that I did quite well
last term--"
"Barely passing isn't what I'd call 'quite well.'"
"I already told Hermione that there's no bloody way I'm doing that.
Besides, Harry. . . I've actually been meaning to talk to you about something."
"Yeah?" asked Harry, hoping this would lead to a change of subject to get
away from Hermione's idea.
"See. . . now that Fred and George have graduated, Angelina will be
holding tryouts for House Beaters, right?"
Harry smiled. "That's right."
"Well . . . I've been. . . thinking about trying out for it."
Harry nearly jumped to his feet! "Really?"
"Yeah. . ."
"Ron, that's fantastic!"
"Ron," said Hermione, "you didn't tell me you were thinking of joining
the house team."
"Well, because I know you were just gonna give me the spiel about how
it's going to take too much time away from my studies and how I need to devote
every second of this term to bringing up my marks."
Hermione nodded, "yes, and you forgot the part about how it won't
fit in with the extra classes that you'll be taking with Harry and I at the
Ministry!"
"No, pudding, I didn't forget that part. Those classes
aren't even a part of the equation."
"Well they should be."
"I want to be on the team, 'Mione. You know I've always wanted to, and
now I have the opportunity."
"And you have the opportunity to bring up your marks! And in the future
that's what's going to matter, not being on some silly team--"
"HEY," cried Harry, Fred and George.
"No disrespect intended," said Hermione quickly, "but Ron, you really
should weigh this decision before you make it."
"I have. And I've made the right one."
Hermione folded her arms in defeat. "Okay. Fine. But don't come crying to
me when it comes time to graduate and your marks are bottom of the barrel."
"That's a bargain," said Ron, which won a smack in the arm from Hermione.
Ron grinned and pulled her in close to him. "I love it when you're angry,
pudding."
"And don't call me pudding!"
Ron kissed her on the cheek and, just like that, Hermione calmed down and
practically melted into his arms.
"Right then," said Sophie loudly, clapping her hands. "I hate to
break up this beautiful love scene here, but the rest of us are gonna be sick
and we still have an entire cake to eat!"
Half past eleven came much too quickly. They'd been at the Banburys good
five hours, but it had been such a wonderful evening, it felt like it had been a
mere five minutes! After gorging themselves with the abundance of birthday cake
(it had to be big to fit all the candles on it) they had all gone a bit
overboard with the butterbeer. Ron was talking very loudly and Harry was having
difficulty holding all of his presents and walking a straight line towards the
front door at the same time.
The friends bade their farewells, Ron going about the traditional
business of setting up the dates to meet up at Diagon Alley.
"Twenty-fifth of August it is," said Ron triumphantly after a frustrating
five minutes of comparing schedules. "And we'll be seein' you at Diagon too,
right Sophie?"
"Absolutely."
"Oh!" said Dudley, piping up, "I'd like to come too! You're always
talking about this place. Can I come, Harry? I can, can't I?"
Harry shrugged. "Don't see why not, Dudley! It'll be fun!"
"Fantastic," said Sophie. "Don't you two worry about anything,
I'll have Dad pick us all up and we can all go together."
"Ahhh," said Ron with a wink at Harry, "now this is what I like! All this
togetherness! Me and Hermione-- you and Sophie-- isn't it just the
greatest thing?"
Any haze from the butterbeer was completely cleared away with Ron's last
words. Harry went tense-- Ron had most definitely stuck his foot in his mouth.
Out of Harry's peripheral he could see Dudley staring at him, mouth thin and
solemn. The sudden quietness was terrifying.
Harry turned slowly to completely face his cousin. Dudley didn't look
angry, but he certainly wasn't amused either: he hadn't taken Ron's remark as a
joke because he knew that it hadn't been one.
Do something, Harry!
Harry laughed nervously and patted Ron on his back (enough to make Ron
give out a quick yelp of pain).
"Enough butterbeer for you, mate." He smiled hopefully at Dudley. "Best
be going, then. Don't fancy the idea of walking all the way back to Surrey. Good
night everyone!"
Harry and Dudley left the house and went back out into the strangely warm
night air. It was 11:28 and Uncle Vernon was sitting in the car, his engine
sputtering, raring to go.
"You know Dudley, I reckon he would have left without us," said
Harry as they approached the car.
Dudley was staring down at the ground and merely answered with a muted
"yeah." He climbed into the passenger seat and Harry slid in the back, anxiously
following his cousin's every move. They were soon on the motorway again, heading
for Surrey, and to Harry's complete dismay, Dudley made no further attempts at
conversation.
Back at Privet Drive, their usual journey upstairs to their bedrooms
would have usually been filled with laughing and joking. But tonight? Nothing.
"Goodnight, Dudley," said Harry as Dudley walked towards his bedroom.
"'Night," Dudley responded, closing the door behind him. He didn't
slam the door. No, it was worse than that. He closed is slowly, very
quietly, the soft click of the bolt reverberating through Harry just as though
he'd slammed it with all his might. Harry shuffled sadly into his room, set down
his at his desk and threw himself on top of the bed, sighing loudly.
Hedwig was perched at the window, staring at him with her concerned amber
eyes. Harry lifted up his head and met her gaze.
"Hedwig? Your master is an complete moron."
Hedwig kept her stare.
"I should have told Dudley weeks ago. I should have told him weeks ago
about Sophie and myself. . . but I knew how much he loved her and I couldn't
bare to break his heart. . ." he heaved himself up and took a seat at his desk
next to Hedwig and scratched her head. "I know, I know. I know what you're
thinking: I've certainly succeeded in breaking his heart now. And not only that.
. . I've really hurt something that we've both been working so hard at creating.
Oh Hedwig, what should I do?"
Hedwig nibbled affectionately at Harry's fingers and rubbed against his
arm, cooing softly and contentedly.
Harry smiled at her. "You're my best girl, you know that Hedwig?"
Hedwig seemed to, and answered him with a loud purr-like coo.
"But your master is still a complete moron." He threw himself back on his
bed and tried desperately to get some sleep.
*
Things appeared to be somewhat normal in the morning. Harry and Dudley
were able to speak about the party the night before and showed off their
presents to one another. The one unnerving thing was that Dudley seemed to make
a point of not giving Harry a great deal of eye contact.
The air was different between them and Harry wasn't about to go the
entire summer putting on the appearance that everything was fine, when it most
obviously wasn't. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, Dudley was lounging on the
sofa reading a magazine and Harry made up his mind that he was going to corner
him and get out in the air what both of them had been avoiding.
"Dudley, listen, you and I really need to talk."
"Oh? About what?"
"Now, come on, let's not pretend. You know what I'm talking about. That
night at the party--"
"Oh yes, the party."
"Yes," said Harry. "Yes, and. . . I just wanted to tell you that--"
"You know, I've been meaning to apologize to you about that."
Harry's voice caught in his throat. "Erm . . . sorry?"
"Yes, you know, I realize now that I must have seemed like a terrible
friend that night."
"You?"
"I mean, when I think of how I hadn't told you about myself and Sophie
being together, well, I just cringe! And knowing how very much you cared
for her, I mean, knowing that you practically god damned worshipped her
and then to find out that I'd been with her the whole time, well, I can only
imagine the anger you must have felt."
Harry was speechless. His heart was racing, his forehead was sweating,
and he felt like everything around him was closing in.
"Yes," Harry whispered, "Yes, you're absolutely right . . . " Harry
couldn't stand it anymore. "Oh Dudley, I am sorry. I can't tell you enough . . .
I know how I must have hurt you, but. . . the reason I didn't tell you sooner
was because I was scared." "You were scared--"
"I didn't know what your reaction would be and I didn't want anything to
come between our friendship--"
"If you really didn't want anything to come between our
friendship, you should have told me about this the minute that you realized you
had feelings for her instead of waiting and lying to me--"
"Now wait a minute, Dudley, I never lied to you--"
"You lied to me! Holding the truth back and leading me on to
believe that everything was just right as rain is called lying, Harry! Grow up,
already!"
The words weren't coming. He wanted so desperately for Dudley to
understand, but didn't know how to get him to.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"What, you think that by saying 'sorry' I'm going to be okay? Would
you be okay if the situation were reversed and I said 'sorry'?"
"Dudley, our friendship is very important to me and I will do
anything to keep things they way they've been."
Dudley stood up from the sofa and stared his cousin down. "Like I said
Harry, if our friendship means as much to you as you claim, you wouldn't have
put it into this position in the first place."
Dudley turned and marched out of den, and up the staircase to his room. A
door slammed shut upstairs and Harry closed his eyes. It was going to take much
more than wishing to get him out of this nightmare.
* * *
Why settle for being an average Wizard?
Become certified in select fields and take that first step of rising above the rest!
The Ministry of Magic Department of Educational Development is once again announcing the opportunity
for Wizards to take classes in several select magical fields including Apparition, Divination and Transfiguration.
Classes are open beginning the first of September. Register now!
(You must be eighteen years of age or older to take the test required to receive your certificate.
Students sixteen years of age or older may take the courses for extra school credits, but may not take the tests.)