Author: Beren (aka Tasha)
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: This story is canon compliant until the end of Order of the Phoenix and then goes AU. None of the HBP or Deathly Hallows plot will be used, or the Horcruxes for that matter since this story was planned before we knew the details about those things, and hence has it's own fanon. This includes birthdays and other information that have since been revealed on Pottermore and in further productions.
Summary: The threat of open war in on the horizon. The Order and the Ministry are of one accord and both know that where Harry Potter is, Voldemort will eventually be. Preparations are being made and this time the side of the light will not be caught unawares.
Summer classes, sabotage, revelations about Draco's father, teaching and the final showdown with Voldemort all await Harry and Draco in this exciting sequel to Gold Tinted Spectacles (LJ | AO3 | Wattpad).
Author's Notes: This is the second story in the Hecatemae universe. It starts up just after the end of the first instalment and I advice reading that one first so you understand the premise. Thanks go to my sister Sophie for the beta reading.
It has taken me 12 years to finally get around to finishing this, I very much hope everyone enjoys it.
Link to other parts: LJ | DW | AO3 | Wattpad
New chapters will be posted every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
Most people had spent Saturday flat out doing nothing. It had been a hard week and rest and relaxation had been the order of the day. However, on Sunday everyone was a bit livelier, especially when, after lunch, the class lists were posted in each common room.
There were three groups for each class: Advanced, Ordinary and Basic.
"Basic," Ron all but shouted after he got to the list first, "basic for both potions and medical magic. I'm not basic."
Harry moved in to take a look. Sometimes it was useful to have everyone trained that it wasn't a good idea to encroach on his personal bubble, because he had a chance to read the list unopposed. On the first scan he found his and Draco's names in every advanced group except Apparating and Transfiguration, both of which he was excused from.
"Of course you're in basic for potions, Ron," Harry said, "Snape hates us."
"You're not," Ron complained.
"That's only because Draco is a potions genius and we have to be put in the same groups," Harry replied. "Snape will probably make me sit next to Draco and do nothing the entire time in case I blow something up. Look at what he did this week. And as for Medical Magic," he added, "you know Madam Pomfrey said some people have an aptitude and others don't. You're in advanced for Flying, Offensive, Shielding and Duelling and I think those are the most important for defending Hogwarts."
That seemed to mollify Ron a bit, but Harry didn't expect that to be it.
"Ordinary for Potions?" came from Hermione. "That man!"
Harry hadn't spotted that, he'd been more focused on Ron. Snape was outdoing himself in nastiness; everyone knew Hermione was up there with Draco when it came to potions.
"Oh," Hermione said before she really got going.
Harry looked back at the sheet just in time to see Hermione's name glitter and vanish from the ordinary group for potions and reappear in the advanced one.
"Looks like Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall agreed with you," Harry said and grinned at his friend.
"Wouldn't be the Hogwarts we know and love if Snape and McGonagall weren't arguing about something," Seamus commented.
That much was very true. However, Harry was more worried about the general atmosphere of the room as everyone found out what classes they had been assigned to. No one liked being told they weren't the best, but Gryffindors definitely didn't like being told they were the worst, even though it wasn't like that at all.
All the summer classes were advanced beyond what they were learning in school. Even the basic groups, apart possibly for Snape's, would be doing things above the normal curriculum. It was obvious people were forgetting that.
"Bloody Slytherins had taken all the top places," he heard someone mutter.
[We need to head this off,] he said to Draco.
[Not off the top of my head.]
They needed something to take everyone's mind off the classes. Once they were all used to the idea and the classes started he was sure everyone would remember that basic wasn't anything of the sort.
[How about a party?] he asked.
[You want the throw a party?] Draco sounded unsure.
[In the Room of Requirement,] Harry said as the idea began to grow in his head. [The house elves will help I'm sure and I know Seamus has something we can play music on.]
[Inviting everyone I assume?]
[Of course,] Harry said. [What do you think?]
[Could work,] Draco agreed after a few moments.
[Great,] Harry said.
[Woah,] Draco said before Harry could do anything, [don't you think we should ask permission first?]
[It'll be too late,] Harry said, he knew his house well, [need to nip this in the bud. We can ask permission later, I'm sure Albus will approve.]
Draco frowned for a moment, but then nodded.
[You're right,] he said, [go to it.]
Harry didn't hesitate, he stepped up onto the coffee table.
"Hey, Gryffindor," he called.
Everyone turned towards him.
"I have an idea."
"Uh-oh," someone said, which at least caused a laugh.
"I know some of you aren't happy about your class placements, but remember all of this is advanced compared to what we normally do," he said, "and I know just how to cheer all of us up. A party before we have to get down to the real work."
He saw a couple of faces brighten immediately and then people looked at each other and slowly the enthusiasm spread.
"Where and when?" Colin Creevey asked.
"Room of Requirement, about six?" Harry asked everyone in general. "Seamus is in charge of music, Draco, me, Ron and Hermione will make sure there is food."
"Oi," Seamus said, "who said I was coming?"
"It's a party," was all Harry said and made everyone laugh.
Seamus had never missed a party in his life.
"Okay," Seamus said, "y'got me there."
"See you all at six then," Harry said and jumped down off the table.
"Good thinking, Harry," Hermione congratulated him.
"Yeah, just what we need," Ron agreed.
"But what do you think they're going to say when they realise you're inviting the Slytherins along with everyone else?" Hermione asked.
Harry preferred not to think too hard about that.
* * *
It never ceased to amaze Draco quite how excited the house elves always were to help "Harry Potter". When Harry had asked them if they could help with the party they had gone into a complete tizzy of joy. Even the Room of Requirement seemed to like Harry more than the rest of them.
Harry had walked up and down in the corridor, thinking hard for a few moments, and when they'd opened the door they had found a room done out in streamers and balloons with chairs round the edge and tables set up at one end. It was utterly perfect.
Not that Draco could argue with Hogwarts playing favourites, Harry was his favourite too.
Dumbledore had, of course, thought it was a marvellous idea as soon as Harry had mentioned it.
The tables were now filled with food and drinks; the house elves had outdone themselves. Seamus had set up at the other end and there was music filling the air every now and then as he adjusted levels. Most people were there already, just chatting and helping themselves to the nibbles while everything got going.
Of course, there was one group still missing.
Earlier in the afternoon, Hermione had gone off to invite the Ravenclaws and Ron had gone to invite the Hufflepuffs, leaving Harry and Draco to talk to the Slytherins.
[They are coming aren't they?] Harry asked.
[Of course, they're just waiting for the right time,] Draco replied, [they all know why we organised this.]
[Of course they do, they're Slytherins,] Harry commented.
Dealing with Slytherins again was such a breath of fresh air for Draco, he didn't have to explain the plots three times over for everyone to get them.
As if on cue, Pansy and the others arrived. Draco had to admit he was impressed how Pansy was ruling the roost with her small band of snakes. Of course that had to be the moment when Seamus turned off the music, leaving the group of newly arrived Slytherins in a very awkward silence.
[My turn,] Harry said and stood up. "Come in," he greeted as Draco held back to let his soulmate work his magic. "Great, we're all here, now we can shut the door. Don't want anyone complaining about the noise."
They had the door wedged open so that everyone could get in and, waving the Slytherins towards to food tables, Harry went to close it. He was doing a very good impression of totally having missed the atmosphere in the room; Draco was impressed. He wasn't impressed with the other pupils, however, because if there was one person who couldn't possibly have missed it, it was Harry.
"Seamus," Draco added his own voice, "where's the bloody music?"
"It's coming, it's coming," Seamus complained back.
* * *
The party had not exactly started off as the most relaxed evening ever, but with music and food and Butterbeer and some spiked punch that only let seventh years near it, everything loosened up pretty quickly. All in all Harry was pleased, even if it was one in the morning and he, Draco and a few Gryffindors were stuck cleaning up before classes started in the morning.
"Me ole Ma would be proud of the healing power of music and dance," Seamus said from where he was taking apart his sound system.
"And it had nothing to do with the rum at all," Harry replied with a laugh.
Seamus still hadn't managed to turn water into rum, but he did seem to have a direct supply from somewhere.
"Well, that too," Seamus admitted, "but let's not tell anyone that part."
Harry laughed again. He had avoided the punch, but there were plenty of their year who hadn't. There were going to be a couple of hangovers in the first classes in the morning.
"I think it is far too late for that, Mr Finnegan," said an all too familiar voice.
Harry almost dropped the broom he was using. Professor McGonagall was standing in the doorway, which they had left propped open so they could stack the rubbish.
"I'd really appreciate it if you could overlook what you may or may not have heard, Professor," Seamus said in his best winning tone.
Their head of house lifted one eyebrow at that comment. For a moment Harry thought they were all going to be in trouble, after all the staff had agreed to a party, not to a party with underage drinking, even if it was only a very small amount.
"Perhaps," Professor McGonagall said eventually, "my hearing is not what it used to be."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
"However, you all have classes tomorrow, do you realise the time?" she added.
"We're just tidying up then we're off to bed," Hermione said.
"Miss Granger, the house elves would have been perfectly willing to provide such a service," Professor McGonagall pointed out.
"We couldn't do that," Hermione replied, "they were so good with helping to set up the food, it wouldn't be fair to leave them all the mess."
Only Draco had tried to suggest they leave the room for the house elves to clean prior to Professor McGonagall, no one else had been foolish enough to try. Everyone knew Hermione had some very strong views on house elves.
"Very responsible of you," their head of house said, although Harry was pretty sure Professor McGonagall was mentally rolling her eyes. "Nevertheless I must insist you all retire to bed immediately. We cannot have you tired for your first proper summer classes."
"But, Professor..." Hermione started to say.
"Never fear, Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall interrupted her, "the house elves will not be put to any trouble. I mastered housekeeping spells many years ago and it will take me only moments to finish the job you have all so ably started."
There really was no arguing with that. It boggled Harry's mind to think of his head of house performing housekeeping spells; they just didn't feel like her thing. However, carrying his broom with him, he followed the others to the door.
"Thank you, Professor," he said, propping the broom near the door.
"It is I who should be thanking all of you," was the surprising reply. "You have all worked very hard to make this summer school a success. Now off to bed with all of you."
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