Unexpected Things

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and properties don’t belong to me but JK Rowling and I don't make money from writing this fic. This story hasn’t been betaed yet. So beware of the grammar mistake. I’m looking for a beta to help me fixing the story. DO NOT READ IF YOU CAN’T BEAR THE GRAMMAR MISTAKE. The story contains spoiler from Philosopher Stone to Deathly Hallows. SO if you haven’t read one of the books from Harry Potter series, you have been warned.


Unexpected Things


Chapter IX


Today Hogwarts would have the last quidditch match of the year. Well, that was if Gryffindor won against Hufflepuf. If Gryffindor lose, they would face Slytherin in the next game to determine the winner. Gryffindor team marched on the pitch, brooms in hand and the spectators cheered. Well, half of the spectators anyway. The other half supported Slytherin.

Madam Hooch yelled, “Mount your brooms! Kick off!” And then she let the bludgers and the snitch loose.

Harry quickly rose above the field. Hufflepuf seeker, Zacharias Smith, who Harry greatly disliked, circled the field a few feet below him. Smith also followed him as he flew across the field. Harry was totally annoyed at him. Ever since the incident in which Ginny crashed into him, Smith’s attitude towards him was worse than before. But the feeling was mutual anyway.

Deciding to give Smith a lesson, Harry suddenly flew towards the ground in amazing speed. He managed to stop in the right time but Smith didn’t. The Hufflepuf seeker crashed into ground, breaking his nose as the result.

“Spectacular Wronski Feint from Potter!” The commentator, Dean Thomas, said from the podium.

Harry quickly rose above the field. He was circling the field when he spotted the snitch. It hovered at the teacher’s stand, directly above of Lucius Malfoy’s head. The blond man and his companion, Snape, didn’t realize it since they both sat on the highest row. Harry immediately took after it. He flew with high speed towards the snitch and with amazing move he grabbed it. His action shocked the teachers there of course, including Snape and Lucius.

Harry smirked at the blond before he flew back to the pitch. He could see Hermione, Neville, and Seamus who were smiling and applauding their hand. He could also hear Luna’s famous lion hat roared. Not to mention the grinning faces of his teammates.

The Gryffindors had a party that night in their common room. Harry sat with Hermione and Ron in the corner, talking about the match.

“That was great!” Ron said enthusiastically. “We won Quidditch Cup again!” The red head said probably for the tenth times in the day.

“Yeah,” Harry agreed. “The last Quidditch match in the year.”

“Next year we’re going to win again Harry! We have to since it’s our last year in Hogwarts.”

“It feel like it was just yesterday I got my Hogwarts letter,” Hermione said suddenly, “I thought it was only a joke before finding out that magic’s pretty much real. And now,” she looked around her, “is our sixth year.”

“I know,” Harry commented. He was excited that they would graduate from Hogwarts next year but he was also sad at the thought of leaving the school. Hogwarts held special position in his heart. The school was his home. Hogwarts would be always a home for him. No matter how many years would pass. Harry was certain of that.

This was the place where he had his first friends, the place where he faced Voldemort, the place where he spend six years living in it, the place where he learned about magic and the place where he had his adventure together with his friends. The first place he could call as his home.

Harry would never forget Hogwarts. In his heart he would always cherish every moment he had here. (Well, maybe not every moment, as he obviously didn’t cherish his memory of fighting with Voldemort here.) And also the time he spent together with his friends, sometimes in sorrow and sometimes in joy.

“Harry?” Hermione interrupted his musings. “Are you alright?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Harry replied. “I’m just thinking about our seventh year.” He said, looking around him wistfully. “The last time we would be here.”

Hermione didn’t say anything to that. But he knew that she understood. Harry had told her and Ron about the Dursleys. They both knew that he always thought of Hogwarts as his home.

“HEY!” Ron interrupted them. “What’s wrong with you two? With that gloomy look and all?” Ron questioned. “We should be happy! We won Quidditch Cup, remember?”

Harry and Hermione exchanged look and then laughed in unison. He could worry about it next time, Harry mused inwardly; after all he still got one year left at Hogwarts.

Hermione on the other hand, went back to her lecturing mode. “Honestly Ron,” she said in annoyance. “Is Quidditch all you ever think about? We are going to have NEWTS test next year! It determines our future! You must start studying from now!”

After OWL at their fifth year, they would sit their NEWTS test at their seventh year, giving them two years preparing for it.

“Ginny will have her OWL next month,” Ron suddenly said, in his attempt to escape Hermione’s lecture.

“The examiners from the ministry are going to test them, right?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, why?” Ron asked.

“Well, I have this idea.” And he went to explain it to Ron and Hermione.

“Good idea mate!” Ron said after his explanation.

“I’m going to talk with her once they come to Hogwarts.” Harry said. Ever since Sirius’ death, Harry had vowed to think thoroughly before he did something.

“I think we should write to Kingsley too,” Hermione suggested.

Three of them exchanged look and simultaneously agreed to the idea.


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June came fast for Harry. During the time, he also had correspondence with Kingsley. The man was a reliable source of information and gave him many useful information about the ministry of magic.

Harry was having breakfast with Hermione and Ron when a bunch of wizards and witches from the ministry came. They were lead by Madam Marchbanks, who was accompanied by Professor McGonagall this year.

A few days after that, Harry managed to met with Madam Marchbanks alone. “Professor,” he greeted her politely.

“Mr. Potter,” apparently she still recognized him. “You got outstanding for defense against the dark art, correct?”

“Yes,” Harry replied.

“Impressive patronus anyway,” she said, nodding her head. “You need to have a lot of positive feelings to conjure that one.”

“I imagined Umbridge being fired actually,” Harry said, causing the ancient woman to laugh.

“Fortunately she is in Azkaban now,” she shook her head. “Using blood quill on students. That’s unforgivable!” she said angrily.

Harry nodded, agreeing with her. “And to think that she was send by Fudge…” he trailed off.

“A politician will be always a politician,” she commented dryly.

“Professor,” Harry decided that he should bring the matter now. “I am aware that you resigned from Wizengamot because of Fudge’s treatment to Professor Dumbledore. But he is reinstated as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot now so I am wondering as to why you haven’t join Wizengamot yet.”

She sighed heavily. “I’m an old woman Mr. Potter. Politics doesn’t always agree on me.”

“It’s shame Professor, “Harry commented. “With Scrimgeour as the new minister of magic and considering the situation we’re in now, I think it’s better if we combine all the help we have here.”

She stared at him for a long time before laughing out loud. “Such a brilliant child,” she said, winking at him. For someone who was older than Dumbledore, and that was saying something, she was certainly energetic.

“Professor?” Harry questioned her.

“Do not think that I don’t know what you’re trying to do Mr. Potter,” she said, “I always say that when Dumbledore had his OWL he did things with his wand. Things that I’ve never seen before. Unfortunately, he isn’t interested in politics. But you Mr. Potter,” she stared at him as she spoke, “are different. You have so much potential. I will see what I can do the help you Mr. Potter. It seems that wizarding world hasn’t lost its hope yet.”


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“Today we’re going to brew anti poison potion,” Snape told them at the potion class. “Read the instruction on your book page thirty five. And I will test it later,” he waved his wand and a small pot of flower pant appeared on every desk. “I will pour the poison on this plant and if your potion works, the plant will recover. Now start working!” the man ordered them.

Harry, who sat with Hermione and Ernie, was glad that he read about this a day before. He never went to class unprepared anymore. Ever since Snape found out that he could answer the question that was given the man had ceased to bother him in the class, which was a great development for Harry. Potion actually wasn’t that bad when he didn’t have Snape breathing down his neck, waiting for any mistakes he might make.

With Hermione as his partner, it was no surprise at all when their group finished the first. Snape of course, tested their potion. It worked well, yet Snape still deduct point from Gryffindor because apparently Potter didn’t do any work. Harry groaned inwardly. Honestly, that greasy git would never change. Having finished with their work, Harry decided to kill the time by toying with the plant. He poked the bud repeatedly while imagining about lunch. He skipped breakfast this morning because he woke up late and had to hurry to potion class. Snape would skin him alive if he was late and Harry refused to give the man the satisfaction.

“Harry!”

Hermione’s voice brought him back from his fantasy about treacle tart. Maybe he needed to spend less time with Ron. Thinking about food all the time was something only Ron would do.

“What?” he asked her. Hermione pointed the plant on their desk. Instead of bud, the flower had bloomed fully.

“Wow. How did you do that Harry?” Ernie asked in amazement.

“I don’t know,” Harry said, shrugging. He even didn’t realize what he was doing earlier.

“Five points from Gryffindor for talking in the class Potter,” Snape’s voice came. “What is it?”

Three of them exchanged look. Hermione finally answered him, “Harry made the flower bloomed Professor.”

As if to prove Hermione’s words, Harry reached over the plant. He put his hand on the other bud and watched as the bud bloomed into flower.

“Professor?” Ernie asked.

Snape was looking at him with unreadable expression on his face, Harry noticed. Then without saying anything, the man turned and left. Harry, Hermione, and Ernie could only look at each other in bewilderment. Snape never wasted an opportunity to berate him before. What was wrong with him?

They’re still talking about it after their potion class. “But how did you do it Harry?” Ernie asked again.
“I think that was accidental magic,” Hermione said. “Magical children could do it.”

That maybe true. After all Harry once used accidental magic on Aunt Marge. But that was when he got really angry. Back at the class, Harry only felt bored.

“But that usually stop when we get older,” Ernie argued.

“Yeah but in some case that could happen especially if the child is a powerful witch or wizard.”

They didn’t continue their conversation any longer since they have arrived on the Great Hall. Ernie bid them farewell and then went to join Hufflepuf table. Harry and Hermione went to join Gryffindor table. Ron was already there. He waved hid hand, motioning them to join him.

After they’re seated, Hermione turned to him. “Oh, I almost forgot it Harry,” she rummaged her back and then took out today edition of Daily Prophet. “I keep it for you since you didn’t show up at breakfast.” She explained.

“Thanks Hermioned,” Harry said, taking the newspaper from her.

“Look at the first page,” she ordered.

The news he read there was the news he had been waiting for a week. Madam Marchbanks and Tiberias Ogden were reinstated in the Wizengamot. There was also one new member to replace Umbridge, a woman named Marcella Meadowes. Harry didn’t recognize the name but Hermione promised to look around about her.

Time passed and soon it was the end of the sixth year. When they came back to Hogwarts again, it would be for their last year.

Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Remus and Tonks were already waiting for them at the Peron. Harry wasn’t surprised to see Remus with Tonks. He already had a hunch about them and he was happy for Remus. After everything the man had gone through, Harry thought that Remus deserved it.

“Ready to go home Harry?” Remus asked warmly.

Harry would go back to Grimmauld Place while Ron and Ginny would go back to the Burrow. Hermione and her parents would spend their holiday in Bali. Hermione was really excited at the prospect of visiting the largest magical community in the world. Typical of the girl, Harry thought fondly.

“Yeah,” Harry answered. Even though Hogwarts was his home, now he had Grimmauld Place number 12 too.


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A month later, Lucius Malfoy sat inside his study room, reading his Daily Prophet. Many changes had happened since Scrimgeour took the minister of magic position. The first thing the man did was to ban the use of Dementors as the guardian of Azkaban. And today news informed him that anti werewolf regulation that was proposed by Umbridge was cancelled.

Lucius personally thought that it was happened because of certain chosen one who had a werewolf as his second godfather. After all Scrimgeour had to thank Potter for his position now.

He thought of the red cashmere scarf he got from Potter at his birthday. Honestly, the boy had no tact whatsoever. He put the scarf in his drawer, the same place where he put the letters he got from Potter. He couldn’t believe the nerve of the teen. Writing letter to him in the summer holiday of all the people. At first he ignored it but then he started writing back. And now, he found himself waiting for those letters. It was truly annoying actually.

Speaking of Potter anyway, Lucius couldn’t believe it that he didn’t realize the teen’s intention sooner. It was so obvious now, when he thought of it. Scrimgeour was elected as the new minister of magic. Umbridge was send to Azkaban. Marchbanks, Ogden and Meadowes entered Wizengamot.

Lucius knew Meadowes quite well. Her older sister, Dorcas, was killed by Voldemort himself during the first war. Marcella at that time was too young to join the order of the phoenix. So, it was no surprise she ended up as one of the biggest Voldemort hater. Percy Weasley was appointed as high-ranking ministry official. And Shacklebolt was also appointed as the new head of auror.

These people had the same characteristics. They all hated Voldemort and his belief. They were also Dumbledore and Potter’s supporter. And Lucius knew that none of them would associate themselves with him willingly. Not to mention receiving a bribe from him. Unlike Fudge. He had to analyze the whole situation carefully now. One mistake could put him in Azkaban now without Fudge backing him. The other ministry officials he had bribed in the past too wouldn’t dare to do show their support openly now in fear of getting sacked. All because of Potter. The teen had managed to surround himself with important figures in the ministry with some of them owed their position to him.

He suspected that it was only the beginning. Apparently he had underestimate Potter. Who would have thought that Potter’s actual goal was to reform the ministry of magic? Such an ambitious plan for seventeen year old teen.

Author’s Note:


My first Harry Potter fanfiction. So don’t be harsh ok. Some parts of the story follow Half Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows. And it will end pretty much the same, nineteen years later with Harry as the head of auror except that he’s with Lucius. Deathly Hallows has been out since 21 July 2007 and that’s more than two years ago so if you haven’t read the book until now it is not my fault so do not blame me for the spoiler.

I read it that later Harry, Ron, Hermione and Kingsley managed to reform the ministry of magic, reshuffling the Ministry thoroughly and becoming instrumental in the repairs of the wizarding world following Voldemort's reign of terror, and abolish the pro pure blood laws. Harry and Ron from Auror department, Hermione from DMLE and Kingsley who was the minister of magic. So in this story, lets say that Harry began the reformation early. I’m thinking whether or not to put deathly hallows into the story. If I put it, it means that Dumbledore has to die so Harry could be the master of the elder wand. So, what do you think?

And the last, could someone help to check and edit this story? There’re a lot of grammar mistakes here, which unfortunately I don’t know. I also always have difficulties in using tense because in my language we don’t have tense and the sentences we have are in reversal pattern compared to English. So, help pls.

The reason why I want to get reviews because I always think that review means someone like the story. It makes me wondering if nobody likes the story if I don’t get reviews. I mean is why would someone waste time for something she doesn’t like? And thanks to you who had reviewed the story.