When Harry, Ron, and Hermione are called to read a book about their first year at Hogwarts with some friends, family, enemies, and their professors, mysteries and lies will be revealed and the sec...
Prologue: The Gathering
It was the first day of the Easter Holidays during Harry Potter’s fifth year, and he couldn’t have been happier. Between the evil DADA teacher – Umbridge or ‘Toad Face’ as she was known – visions from inside Voldemort’s mind, and distrust amongst his fellow students this year had definitely not been one of Harry’s favorites, and he still had a month or so to go. Granted, his past four years hadn’t been much better, but at least he had been somewhat happy.
Now, as he was sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room alone (the rest of the school was at the feast before leaving for two weeks) he had time to think about all that was going on around him lately. Not that any of it made any sense, and no one was giving him answers. Dumbledore was still refusing to look at him for longer than a brief glance, and the main problem was that though he wanted to be angry at the old man for keeping secrets from him, he just couldn’t find the anger in him. Not like that night before they left for Grimauld Place.
Harry angrily flopped himself against the back of the sofa. If only he had listened to the others! Maybe if he had studied Occulmency harder, or not upset Umbridge as much, maybe none of this would be happening. The problem was, there was no one to blame but himself. As much as he may have wanted to blame Dumbledore, he couldn’t find it in himself. True, the old wizard had lied and ignored Harry, but Harry was sure that Dumbledore had a reason. A reason he refused to tell Harry.
“Harry?” A voice said from behind him and he whipped around to find Colin Creevy standing behind the couch.
“Oh, hello Colin,” Harry answered unenthusiastically. “Why aren’t you at the feast?”
“It’s over, and Professor McGonagall told me to give you this,” the fourth year answered, holding out a piece of parchment.
“She did?” Harry said, sitting upright and taking the parchment. “Thanks Colin. You’d better go finish packing, have a good Holiday.” Harry stood up and walked away and out of the Common Room, where he quickly opened the note.
Harry- Dumbledore’s loopy writing greeted him. Once you get this, go to the seventh floor and ask for a room where you can read in peace. –AD
What? A room where I can read in peace? Harry wondered but set off anyway. After months of ignorance, suddenly Dumbledore wants to talk to him? And how had he managed to get back into the school without Umbridge catching him? As he walked, he quickly remembered what was on the seventh floor and slapped a hand to his forehead. Of course! The room of requirement! Picking up his pace, he arrived in front of the concealed room in five minutes.
I need a place where I can read in peace, a place where I can read in peace. Harry chanted over and over in his head. Finally a large wooden door appeared and Harry stepped inside eagerly, but cautiously.
The room was huge, easily as large as it had been when the D.A had been using it, perhaps even bigger. There were several couches, a fireplace, two long tables, and two doors on either side of the room, but Harry was only vaguely aware of this. What he was aware of were the people standing – or sitting – in the room.
There was his two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, Ron’s younger sister Ginny, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Ron’s older brothers Fred and George Weasley, as well as Professors McGonagall, Sprout, Flitwick and even Snape. There was also a former professor, and Harry gave Remus Lupin a small smile, all the while wondering what he was doing there. Finally, there were three people from the Ministry itself including the Minister Cornelius Fudge and his assistant, Percy Weasley another one of Ron’s older brothers, and Amelia Bones, of course, the hated Umbridge was there as well.
“Ah! There you are Harry!” Dumbledore strode forward, his blue eyes twinkling. “I was beginning to wonder if Mr. Creevy delivered the message I gave to Professor McGonagall.”
“Err…yeah he did, but what is all this?” Harry asked, referring to everything in general. Dumbledore’s cheery mood startled him. Instead of ignoring Harry, he was openly talking to and looking at him.
“This Mr. Potter,” Umbridge began in her annoying voice, “is a way to reveal all of your lies to the ones you have deluded.”
“Excellent, so we get to find out if it was Harry that planted that trip wire,” Fred piped up, ignoring the glares that those from the ministry sent his way.
“Yesterday when I returned to my office –” Umbridge began.
“To clean out her things,” Ron muttered.
“One can only hope,” Harry muttered back.
“I found five books sitting on my desk. Each one details the events of Mr. Potter’s years at Hogwarts, and I know for a fact that they are true.” She continued.
“As I am sure we all are curious about what these books say, perhaps we should get started on reading them?” Remus offered, gesturing to the tables and chairs. People nodded and quickly took whatever seat was available.
In the end, most of the Professors sat at the table, along with the members of the Ministry. Fred and George sat on one couch, Luna and Neville sat together, Ginny took a chair, Remus and Hermione were sitting on one of the remaining couches, while Harry and Ron took two chairs much like the ones in the Gryffindor Common Room.
Once everyone had settled, Dumbledore lifted his wand and a book came zooming into his hands. “Well let’s begin shall we?” He asked the group in general with a cheerful smile. “The first book is Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.”
Harry groaned and saw Ron and Hermione wearing similar expressions. Dumbledore cleared his throat and began to read.