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An Unexpected Predicament Chapter 1: Auror Training Begins, a harry potter fanfic | FanFiction
It was raining outside so instead of taking them out to the outdoor area Sumner showed them through one of the cleaner windows in the duelling room. This hallway was long and thin with several doors leading off of it, the doors had plaques on them but none of them had names yet. There were 6 doors in total. Each room has its individual bathroom and at the end of the hall you have a common room which tends to gather dust and never gets used. No of course not! You have lectures boy, they could easily fall on a Saturday or Sunday!
Most Saturdays you'll be training on the broomsticks, and usually you'll be in the potions labs on Sundays.
You get time off when I say you get time off. You eat, sleep and work on this base, you leave when everyone else leaves.
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Everyone was silent as they followed the Senior Auror, this was a shock for all of them, not just Harry. They all had ideas and expectations of what Auror training would be like, and none of them had imagined this. They eventually ended up back on one of the lower floors in the duelling room where they were told to sit down in another circle of chairs that Sumner had conjured. He stayed on his feet as the recruits took their seats. If you can't, you're walking out the door of this place for good, understood?
First things first, you're all going to introduce yourselves. Tell us a bit about yourself and why you want to be an Auror,' Sumner said curtly, 'after that I'm going to be pairing you up randomly for doubles duelling. Once I've seen who works well together, and who doesn't, I'll assess over lunch who your training partners are going to be.
Potter, you seem to like talking about yourself to the papers, why don't we start with you? Contrary to common belief I've only ever given one interview, and that was to the Quibbler in my 5th year,' he glanced at Sumner who seemed vaguely amused, 'and I want to be an Auror because I realised when the war was over that the only thing I'm actually any good it is kicking death eaters arses.
Longbottom, you're his sidekick, carry on. Sumner continued to go around the circle, and Harry listened carefully, getting to know the people who could theoretically be his competition. I knew I wanted to be an Auror from about 3rd year really, I guess it's just been my calling in life since pretty much all of my family have been involved in law enforcement in some way.
She had red hair, slightly lighter than Ginny's and green eyes. I helped blow up a bridge which took down tons of death eaters. I want to be an Auror because I enjoyed fighting in the war, I felt pretty good at it and I want to do it for the rest of me life. He could fight, but they doubted he'd do well in the potions lab, or on the brooms, or in the written part of the process in general.
I got the best grades I could have done in all of my subjects and I want to be an Auror because I want to do some good in this tragic post-war world,' Kevin said pompously, even Sumner snorted at this as he moved onto the next person in the circle who Harry couldn't believe he hadn't recognised until he spoke. Put away the people that hurt those I love and keep the world a safer place, so I joined the programme.
I didn't stay to fight in the final battle, although I did punch Pansy Parkinson in the face and knock her unconscious after we were led away to the dungeons. I want to be an Auror because I want to go down the career path I want, not the career path my family want for me, and I've always wanted to be an Auror since I was a pretty little kid. I blame the sorting hat, I think I'm the only person who's been a hat stall between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
When the rules were lessened I took my chances and joined up,' the man speaking looked a little wild with a dark beard and long hair, Harry knew there had been someone called 'MacDougal' in his year, a Ravenclaw, but he couldn't remember anything else about them. This person might have been an older brother after all they were both very broadly Scottish.
He's in his last year so thankfully I won't see him much around here since he'll be out on placement a lot. My story is pretty similar to Regina's, I've wanted to be an Auror ever since my brother came home the Christmas of his first year of training and told me about it.
It was larger than the one they had used in the duelling club at Hogwarts, higher and wider, with steps leading up to it. You know how to duel in doubles? For the next little while the 4 girls duelled, switching around so they all had a short chance to duel with all of the other girls.
Harry and Neville watched with the other 4 boys and realised quickly the strongest of the group was Susan, but Daphne was fairly good too. Regina and Olivia were fairly standard to them, but then they expected a high standard considering what they had just witnessed only months earlier.
When Sumner had taken enough notes and seemed satisfied he called them down and handed them each a bottle of water. Only Regina and Olivia really needed it though, Susan and Daphne barely touched theirs.
Longbottom and Entwhistle, you two up first against…' Sumner contemplated this, eventually deciding, 'MacDougal and Finnigan. Neville tended to use defensive spells, but he was clever with them, deflecting them, sending them back, shooting his own in between putting up shield charms. Harry realised once more how much he had underestimated Neville Longbottom, he really had transformed in recent years. It was more even, but Lee and Neville both used defensive spells so it didn't work out great and Harry wasn't very compatible with Hamish since he kept running in front of Harry's spells accidentally.
It worked out alright for Seamus and Lee who had a good rapport and worked well together, but Harry was trying with all his might not to curse Kevin who was doing his head in. Sumner was laughing his head off as he noted down in his notepad, 'Potter and Entwhistle — NO'.
Sumner switched them around again after less than 10 minutes. A snow covered Hogsmeade. She wondered why she hadn't really taken it in on the way, and realised that she had been so bothered about Dean that she hadn't been able to enjoy it. Now, though, she felt… alive, and happy to be so, with Harry next to her, and smiling at her as he hadn't done in a long time, since before the prophecy. They were just about to turn the corner towards the main street when they nearly knocked over two people, who were holding hands and rather too involved to pay attention.
Ginny couldn't help the small gasp of betrayal she let out. Dean, with Parvati's hand in his. The look on his face was one of extreme happiness and contentment. That is, until he saw Ginny, at which his face froze into a mask of horror. Her eyes narrowed, and Harry stood beside her and behind, a reliable presence she knew she could rely on.
I was waiting for you. He had forgotten he had a date with his girlfriend. She looked at Parvati, who was looking at her as if she'd gone mad. This idiot can't even remember who his girlfriend is, apparently. God, Ginny, I thought you would have taken the hint by now, but no, apparently you were so utterly pathetic that you really believed I would be coming, even after an hour.
I thought you would have given up by now. Why do you think we're here? Ginny actually flinched from him. Her anger was ebbing away as she began to believe what he was saying. Dean was right, she was just a whiny, pathetic… Wham!
He was lying in the snow a good four feet behind where he had been. His jaw looked like it was probably broken. Harry massaged his knuckles, before walking over to him, placing his hand on the other boy's face and concentrating. Ginny heard the click as the bone healed, instantly. Harry stood up, glaring at Dean, his green eyes blazing but somehow much colder than the air around them. Dean scrambled to his feet, and Parvati backed away. How is it her fault that you've decided you prefer someone else?
I know, I saw. Because I care about my friends. I don't like to see them get hurt. And you hurt her badly. That was a big mistake. If I were you I would run. And if I see you again, next time I might not take the trouble to heal you.
Ginny saw Harry's eyes settle from their blazing intensity to their normal, sparkling emerald. She sighed, and shivered again. Harry placed orders with Madame Rosmerta, then joined Ginny at a table near the roaring fireplace. The pub was crowded with Gryffindors, since this was Gryffindor's day to use the room they had been lucky enough to get the day itself, and not one of the other Saturdays in Februaryand because Gryffindors were famously unwilling to skip meals. Harry watched Ginny as they both took sips from their tankards of Butterbeer.
She was still oddly quiet, and Harry could tell that she was upset from the incident with Dean. The thought of that made Harry's blood boil. How could anyone treat Ginny like that? Ginny, who was so caring and intelligent and funny and beautiful? Ginny, whom he knew to have worked her hardest to make their relationship work? Harry hoped Dean would have the sense to keep out of his way for the next few days, because Harry felt that he couldn't be responsible for his actions around the boy right now.
For the moment, though, he was more concerned about Ginny, and how this might affect her. She was staring into the fire, seemingly avoiding his gaze.
As Madame Rosmerta came over and set a plate with two rounds of toasted sandwiches in front of each of them, he had an idea.
He waited until Madame Rosmerta was back at the bar before speaking, in a deliberately casual tone of voice. She settled it on the table and her eyes snapped to Harry's. Despite himself, Harry felt himself falling into those twin pools of warm brown.
She's older than she looks, you know. Anyway, I heard that a few years ago, she and Dumbledore got drunk on some spiked Butterbeer. Then, the eyes narrowed.
They drew a few curious glances from their fellow Gryffindors, but didn't care much as they continued to talk and laugh over their lunch. Half an hour later they wandered back into the snow-filled afternoon. The sun was bright but getting lower, the bare branches of the trees standing out bleakly against it.
Ginny considered for a minute. Fred and George asked me if I'd do a little spying… check out their stock, see if they've got anything new. They've been banned from the shop. Besides, I want some more dungbombs. Remember, Dean's not the only one to sleep in that room. I'm sure you can help me think of something better. After the third time this happened they both turned to the other and said "Sor…" before stopping, smiling and continuing on. Shortly afterwards, Harry realised that Ginny's hand was in his.
He couldn't remember which of them had done that, but it felt wonderful, and Ginny wasn't pulling away, so he said nothing. He just returned the small squeeze she gave him a minute later. They let go once they reached the crowded joke shop, and spent some time looking at the merchandise.
Harry pointed out something he hadn't seen before, a rubber hammer, like the inflatable pones he had seen occasionally at primary school when some kid had brought one in, except that these ones made a sound like a bell tolling when you hit someone and left their hair a different colour.
Ginny nodded, and showed him how they had upgraded their nose-biting teacups to paint the user's lips green in the process, which Harry thought quite amusing. They left a short while later, heading, inevitably, for the light and warmth and excitement of Honeyduke's.
Always a spectacular sight, the owners had outdone themselves in celebration of Valentine's Day, and even Harry admitted he liked the new decorations. This was partly because there wasn't a cupid in the place, nor was it overwhelmingly pink. Hearts, stars, crescent moons and other shapes floated near the ceiling, all made of silver light, and the ceiling had been painted a dark blue.
With that and the shelves transfigured and charmed to look like trees with the sweets nestling in hollow trunks, and the long counter appearing to be a low and sturdy bush, the place was reminiscent of some enchanted grotto, filled with magic and laughter and, naturally, chocolate. Harry and Ginny spent a long time in the sweet shop, browsing through everything to see what they wanted.
Harry got a packet of sugar quills, saying that they made being friends with Hermione much more bearable when she was nagging him to work, while Ginny stocked up on Every Flavour Beans, Fizzing Whizbees and Chocolate Frogs.
She handed one to him as they left once more. The sky was beginning to darken slightly now and it was definitely colder, and they walked closer together, their purchases shrunk to fit in their pockets and their arms wrapped around themselves under their cloaks. They walked without a specific destination in mind, and soon arrived at the top of the hill near to the Shrieking Shack.
There was no one else around and the world seemed utterly at peace.
According to Luna Lovegood, here's why Luna and Neville were never a couple - HelloGiggles
They paused there, leaning against a tree, and watched the sun setting behind the castle. Harry took a deep breath. He was aware, somehow, that something had changed between them this afternoon. Though nothing had been said, he knew with a certainty he hadn't often experienced before, that Ginny liked him, just as much as he liked her.
He didn't know where the knowledge came from, but it was very welcome and encouraging. So much so that, as they stood and saw the clouds turn from grey to pink to throbbing orange, he stood behind Ginny and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder gently.
Ginny tensed slightly, and for a moment Harry was worried that he'd done something wrong, that he'd been mistaken and that his feelings weren't returned, before she relaxed into him, enjoying the feel of his solid frame supporting her. Harry sighed deeply, feeling immeasurably relaxed with Ginny held close to him, snow beginning to fall again and stinging his cheeks with its feathery kisses.
Make everyone's life easier. Please, don't even ever think it. Everyone cares too much about you for that. I'd never do that. Tonic might be appropriate, wouldn't you say, Gin? Still laughing she pushed Harry against the tree, in a kind of punishment for the terrible pun.
He fell back against the tree, lost his balance and fell right into the snow. Ginny laughed harder at this, but Harry growled a little and grabbed at her ankle, yanking it towards him so that she fell as well. Soon they were both laughing, covered in snow and freezing cold. Somehow Harry ended up nearly on top of her and suddenly the humour was gone, and they just looked into each other's eyes as the sun faded to red and lit the ground all around them. Ginny took a deep breath, ready to take an enormous risk.
His head lowered a little. Then he stopped and pulled away. The way he had been acting… the way he had looked at her… she had been so certain that he felt as she did. She felt tears begin in her eyes. On that note, there is an add-on theory that also claims that Snape is probably at least partially a vampire, and the entire reasoning behind it is because the professor tells his students during Prisoner of Azkaban to turn in essays on how to recognize and kill a werewolf.
Because, you know, vampires and werewolves are longstanding rivals, so that has to be the logical conclusion, right?Neville & Luna - Complicated
As a matter of fact, J. Rowling tweeted out that she had never even heard of this theory beforeand that Draco was definitely not a werewolf nor was Snape a vampire.
Rowling and screenwriter Steve Kloves talked about being careful in their own writings for people to not jump to the conclusion that Harry was imagining things. Rowling agreed with Steve Kloves that it was important to drive that point in the script, especially since she had heard more than once that fans theorized about Harry imagining the entire series up.
Essentially, this theory is just not true. Forbidden, in which quirky Luna and clumsy Neville would find their way to one another and begin an unlikely yet fitting romantic partnership. However, there is one more thing the general public tends to forget about: In an interview with PotterCast inJ. Rowling addressed the theory that neither Harry, Hermione or Ron actually had the chance to graduate from Hogwarts.