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Assistant: Title: Harry Potter and the Beasts of Magic: Year 2
        Author: DarkDjinn2020 DarkDjinn2020 
        Chapter: 1/16 
        Summary: With the mayhem, adventure and excitement of Year 1 behind them, Harry and his friends now chosen by various familiars, that talk mind you! and are opinionated beyond measure, face the next the threat which is hell bent on tearing their Universe apart, an ancient Basilisk, a queen who lies below the school in her chamber built as shrine to her by Slytherin himself.Hogwarts starts at fourteen and now second year at fifteen or sixteen, with Muggle O-Levels given, OWLS are the next academic challenge to add to the stress.
        Contents: Chapter 1: The Feather That Burned Back
    

    


  

  
  
    
    The Shed That ListensHarry’s first summer back at Number Four, Privet Drive had not been ordinary, not by wizarding standards, and certainly not by Dursley ones.Gone were the years of locked cupboards and forbidden talks on the subject of magic.Now, magic simmered in the air like steam from an invisible kettle, seeping through the walls of the quiet house.His Aunt Petunia still ironed the laundry with brisk efficiency and still preferred her tea unsweetened, but the woman who once scoured every trace of magic from her home now kept an flaking shed door open at all times and to both boys.Of course, Harry knew it wasn't a shed.Not really. He had stepped into it for the first time the previous summer, just months before the Phoenix Trials, when Petunia had first opened it to him with a quiet a huge revelation that she was a witch.Inside, the boundaries between greenhouse, study, potions lab and observatory folded into one another like overlapping runes.Ethereal vines grew in midair, spiralling toward star-glass orbs that flickered.Bottles of multicoloured ink floated alongside enchanted books that never collected dust.In one corner, a brass telescope blinked open like an eye.To him, it always felt like standing inside a story he hadn’t finished reading yet.This morning, just two days before the train to Hogwarts, he stood there again, fingers brushing over the vine-rimmed shelf where a half-finished potion brewed in silent rhythm.Serena perched near the observatory dome, feather-like scales folded, watching him.“You still breathe differently in here,” she murmured.“I like the silence.”“It’s not silent,” she corrected. “It listens.”Behind him, Sylvester padded out from beneath a bench, the familiar’s thick fur glimmering in the low amber light. “The vines hum when you lie. Or when you try to forget.”Harry didn’t look at them. His eyes were on the desk.Specifically, the invisibility cloak, still folded exactly where Petunia had left it the day she first unwrapped it in front of him.“I’m not taking it,” he said aloud.Serena clicked her tail against the rail. “Why?”“Because it belonged to my father.Because it has weight, I haven’t earned. Because if I take it… Something else might follow.”Sylvester circled him once. “You mean him, don’t you?”Harry hesitated. “Yes.”The PhoenixHarry hadn’t told anyone, not even Hermione and Ron, that the Royal Golden Phoenix had appeared a second time, briefly, quietly, in the reflection of a midnight two weeks ago.Idravex.The Watcher of the Eternal Flame, He who remembers.And worse,  he felt something else had watched their interaction.Flickering silver eyes, no defined form, only the sense of something made of dusk and mirrored breath.He hadn’t slept that night.He hadn’t told anyone.Not yet.A Morning of Results“Harry”, said Darla, appearing beside the greenhouse cauldron with her clipboard floating behind her. “The thermos is ready. Your robe enchantments are fully sealed and this letter arrived in the muggle post today, same for young Mr Dursley.”“O-Level results?”“Yes.Harry accepted the letter silently.Anxiety coursing through his veins as he tore it open.
  Registered School: Hayward School of the Gifted 

  GCSE - Examination Results
Name: Harry James PotterCandidate Number: 107707Date of Examination: Summer Term 1995




Subject


Grade




English


A*




Physics


B




Chemistry


C




Biology


A




Literature


A*




History


C




Geography


C




Business Studies


B




Economics


C




Mathematics


A




Physical Education


A*



  Notes on Grading:

Grades ranged from A* (highest) down to G.
A*, A, B, and C considered passing grades at a higher level.
D, E, F, and G were lower passing grades.
U (Ungraded) indicated a failure.
At the bottom: “Candidate has passed all eleven subjects. Eligible for continuation and A Level registration ”Harry smiled excitedly, “I passed everything, wow!!”“Of course you did,” Hedwig said, brushing a wingtip across his back. “You listen to the world, even when it’s not speaking.”“Also,” said Sylvester dryly, “you cram like a lunatic and mutter equations in your sleep.”The Cloak, the Cousin, the WarningHe returned to the cloak, still untouched on the table. Excitement remained from his greater-than-expected results.Petunia entered just then, her hair tied back, a satchel of pre-rationed potions ingredients over one shoulder.“You should take it this year,” she said quietly.“I’m not ready.”“You may not have the luxury of waiting.”He turned. “Because of the Phoenix or Quirrell or whatever he is?”Petunia’s face was unreadable.“Because of the third. Received another message from the Headmaster, your Phoenix seems to have informed him about that situation”Harry blinked in shock.She sat beside the desk and placed a hand on the cloak.“You’re not the only one with a ghost at your shoulder,” she murmured. “We all carry one.”He watched her.Maybe it was the right time to approach a subject they both avoided like the plague.“Aunt… you said last year my godfather was a man on the run. A Black.”She nodded once. “Sirius. We’re related. Distantly. Unhappily. He came to my wedding and later Lily’s wearing dragon-hide boots and a constantly bad attitude.”Her mouth curled slightly. “I liked him. He was different from his racist, elitist family”“And where is he now?”“He’s in hiding. Because he was punished for something he didn’t do by the corrupt Ministry.Or perhaps for something no one else could prove.But what I believe is it’s one of another Headmaster’s long-term schemes…”She stood.“When you return at winter break… I’ll tell you more. Until then, keep the cloak close.”Everything had shifted into what Darla called departure tempo, the coordinated ballet of magical and domestic logistics that somehow still managed to feel like chaos with perfect timing.Sibby and Tibby,  in matching pinstriped tunics, were levitating trunk compartments, pressing robes with anti-crumple runes, and negotiating with a swarm of charmed quills that refused to sort themselves by tip-width.“Master Harry’s uniform cuffs are still lopsided!” Tibby shrieked, spinning midair with a tape measure.“Because someone enchanted the ironing board to hum lullabies again,” Sibby shot back, as two robes floated above their heads like ghosts in dance class.Dobby, meanwhile, was trying to enchant Harry’s packed flashcards with motivational quotes. The cards promptly caught fire.“‘Knowledge is flammable’ wasn’t meant literally!” Dobby wailed, beating at the sparks with his ears.Darla calmly moved a hovering teacup out of the way and muttered a counter-charm under her breath.Above the fireplace, Sylvester lounged like a particularly judgmental cat.“Don’t bother,” he purred to Serena, who fluttered down from the banister. “They’ve turned organisational panic into an art form.”Serena, graceful as always, folded her wings with practiced patience. “At least they care.”An Owl’s AdviceThat night, Harry couldn’t sleep.Not because of nerves, or packing, or because Dobby had charmed his bedside lamp to glow encouraging phrases.A low hum was there in the air, As if something had shifted.He tossed and turned and finally sat up straight.From the windowsill, Hedwig stirred.“You shouldn’t think about the third tonight, Nothing good will come out of it Harry, try to sleep” she said, her voice a whisper in the dark.Harry glanced over. “Why not?”“Because it’s something beyond your control, the feathered one is working on the matter as we speak.”He stared at her shocked. “What?”“The Third,” she explained, hopping down. “It’s not reaching out to you.  
  
    Not yet. It’s not yet taken form, except its open eyes. The Phoenix and I have had a long discussion on this,
  
For now, don’t concentrate on things which are beyond your reach, Harry”Harry looked pensive again, hoping this year at Hogwarts would be less chaotic and maybe he could have more English Literature nights with Daphne Greengrass.Dudley at the DoorThe knock came late. Just past midnight.Harry padded to the door in his socks. When he opened it, Dudley stood there in pyjama pants and a cricket jersey, holding a buttered roll like a peace offering.“You’re still up,” Harry said.“Didn’t sleep.”Harry leaned on the frame. “Nervous?”Dudley gave him a look. “You’re the one with a phoenix haunting you. I’m just doing Algebra.”Harry smirked. “Fair.”There was a pause. Then, Dudley handed him the roll.“For the train.”Harry accepted it. “Thanks.”“Also,” Dudley said, “I think Mum’s trying to tell you something about him. Your godfather. Sirius.”“She said she’d tell me at Christmas.”Dudley nodded slowly. “He’s not what you think.”Harry raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been snooping.”“I live here,” Dudley said. “We all snoop. And for what it’s worth?”“What?”“You’re not just magic. You’re annoying, loud, always slightly on fire… but you’re real. You passed those O-level tests without wand-waving. That means something.”He turned to go.Then stopped. “If you die this year, I’m keeping your room.”Harry laughed. “Deal.”Departure ApproachesMorning came too fast.Breakfast was a half-chaotic affair of toast flying, teacups arguing, and robes with shifting hems.Petunia handed Harry the invisibility cloak without ceremony.He tucked it inside his inner satchel pocket. It felt heavier than he remembered.Tibby cried because the seam on Harry’s sleeve wasn’t “emotionally straight.”Sibby floated a butterbeer cap as a good luck charm and hexed it to glow when Harry doubted himself.And Serena, whispered in his ear “When the sky breaks, don’t look up. Listen.”'
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