Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [174]
“Oh man! I got fourteen O.W.L.s!” he yelled. “All I missed was… oh yeah, the History of Magic Advanced O.W.L. and… the Divination O.W.L. Hah! Look at Professor Trelawney’s comment: ‘You are the only student I have ever taught who had ever gotten the Advanced O.W.L., but not the Average O.W.L. in my class.’”
“Good job Harry,” said Hermione, who was currently glancing over her sheet. Once it appeared as though she was finished , she folded it up nicely and put it neatly back into the envelope.
“How did you do Hermione?” asked Ron.
“Just fine,” she said quickly.
“Oh, you couldn’t have done that bad.”
“I did just fine, Ron.”
But, Ron wasn’t happy with that answer. He quickly dove for her envelope and tore it open. He ripped out her paper and unfolded it. He read it quickly and when he was finished, his mouth was gaping open and his eyes were huge.
“Hermione…” he choked out, “you got… sixteen O.W.L.s…. That’s a perfect score! Not even Bill or Percy did that well!”
“I guess all that extra studying paid off then,” she said, grabbing her exam results back and stuffing them away into her backpack.
“Hermione…” said Ron, still having the same expression, “you are… you are…”
“A know-it-all? A brain? A-”
“A brilliant witch,” said Ron, totally defying what she thought he was going to say.
“Th- thanks Ron,” she said, with an amazed and happy expression on her face.
Harry then turned his head over to ask Dean and Seamus how they did, when he felt an arm on his shoulder. He looked behind him and saw Mrs. Figg. She wasn’t looking her usual, happy self, she looked quite serious.
“Are you ready, Harry?” she asked. He nodded his head, so did Hermione and Ron. Mrs. Figg opened her eyes wide with fear.
“Harry!” she whispered loudly. “You told them about this!” Harry went red. He forgot all about telling Hermione and Ron about the Order of the Phoenix even though he wasn’t supposed to.
“I’m sorry Mrs. Figg,” said Harry. “But, I couldn’t do anything without them.”
“What things?” she said, squeezing his shoulder tight. “What else have you done that I don’t know about?” Harry remembered again that he hadn’t told her that they were the ones who had rescued Sirius and Lupin from Azkaban. He had just assumed that they had told her they did it… but that was evidently not the case.
“Well… we kind of… rescued Sirius and Lupin….” said Harry. He looked up at Mrs. Figg’s face, expecting to see her breathing fire all over him. What he did see, however, was a happily amazed face.
“You did that? You three!” she said. “I am very impressed Harry! Not even some of the greatest dark wizards in the world could get into Azkaban, but you three fifth-years did it… wow. Harry, you are truly greater than I could have ever thought.”
“Err- thanks,” said Harry, happy to still be alive.
“Anyway, back to what I was saying. We need to lave as soon as possible to perform the ceremony, Harry. Your mother was born at one o’clock in the afternoon, and it is now eleven. Meet me in my office in about an hour, and we’ll get ready to go… all of us.”
“You mean Ron and Hermione too?”
“Yes, especially them… and Sirius and Lupin as well.”
“Why are they coming?” asked Ron.
“More security,” said Mrs. Figg. “Voldemort and his Death Eaters have been very quiet lately… too quiet. We think they may be planning something big, and we’re not sure, but we think it may involve Lily. They may try and take her back the second after we resurrect her, while she’s still weak. We need as much security as possible to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
Harry remembered what Malfoy had said, how his mom was going to be involved in something, but he had no idea what.
“But will we make it back in time to be at the end of school feast?” asked Harry. “If all goes according to plan,” she said, “you will be back with hours to spare.”
“Alright Mrs. Figg,” said Harry, “I’ll see you in an hour.”
“Good luck, Harry,” she said, letting go of his shoulder and walking away.
“What do you think is going to