Why Do You Care About Snowflake? Do You Know Him? Does He Call You At Home? Do You Have A Dorsal Fin? To Train Ze Dolphin You Must Zink Like Ze Dolphin! You Must Be Getting Inside Ze Dolphin’s Head. I Am Saying To Snowflake, “Akay! ... Akay Akay Akay?” Und He Is Saying “Akay Akay!” Und He Is Up On Ze Tail “Eeeeeeeeeeee!” Und You Can Quote Him!
Harry is able to “interact” with a magical creature while Ron and Hermione cannot.
CoS – Basilisk
And then Harry heard it.
It was the same voice, the same cold, murderous voice he had heard in Lockhart’s office.
He stumbled to a halt, clutching at the stone wall, listening with all his might, looking around, squinting up and down the dimly lit passageway.
“Harry, what’re you—?”
“It’s that voice again—shut up a minute—”
“…soo hungry…for so long…”
“Listen!” said Harry urgently, and Ron and Hermione froze, watching him.
“…kill…time to kill…”
The voice was growing fainter. Harry was sure it was moving away—moving upward. A mixture of fear and excitement gripped him as he stared at the dark ceiling; how could it be moving upward? Was it a phantom, to whom stone ceilings didn’t matter?
“This way,” he shouted, and he began to run, up the stairs, into the entrance hall. It was no good hoping to hear anything here, the babble of talk from the Halloween feast was echoing out of the Great Hall. Harry sprinted up the marble staircase to the first floor, Ron and Hermione clattering behind him.
“Harry, what’re we—”
Harry strained his ears. Distantly, from the floor above, and growing fainter still, he heard the voice: “…I smell blood…. I SMELL BLOOD!”
His stomach lurched—
“It’s going to kill someone!” he shouted, and ignoring Ron’s and Hermione’s bewildered faces, he ran up the next flight of steps three at a time, trying to listen over his own pounding footsteps—
Harry hurtled around the whole of the second floor, Ron and Hermione panting behind him, not stopping until they turned a corner into the last, deserted passage.
“Harry, what was that all about?” said Ron, wiping sweat off his face. “I couldn’t hear anything….”
(CH 8: 137)
Harry can hear the basilisk speaking.
"I'm a what?" said Harry.
"A Parselmouth!" said Ron. "You can talk to snakes!"
"I know," said Harry. "I mean, that's only the second time I've ever done it. I accidentally set a boa constrictor on my cousin Dudley at the zoo once--long story--but it was telling me it had never seen Brazil and I sort of set it free without meaning to--that was before I knew I was a wizard--"
"A boa constrictor told you it had never seen Brazil?" Ron repeated faintly.
"So?" said Harry. "I bet loads of people here can do it."
"Oh, no they can't," said Ron. "It's not a very common gift. Harry, this is bad."
"What's bad?" said Harry, starting to feel quite angry. "What's wrong with everyone? Listen, if I hadn't told that snake not to attack Justin--"
"Oh, that’s what you said to it?"
"What d'you mean? You were there--you heard me--"
"I heard you speaking Parseltongue," said Ron. "Snake language. You could have been saying anything--no wonder Justin panicked, you sounded like you were egging the snake on or something--it was creepy, you know--"
Harry gaped at him.
"I spoke a different language? But--I didn't realize--how can I speak a language without knowing I can speak it?"
(CH 11: 195)
Ron and Hermione are not Parselmouths therefore they cannot communicate verbally with snakes as Harry does.
OotP – Thestrals
”What are those things, d'you reckon?” he asked Ron, nodding at the horrible horses as the other students surged past them.
“Those horse –“
Luna appeared holding Pigwidgeon's cage in her arms; the tiny owl was twittering excitedly as usual.
“Here you are,” she said. “He's a sweet little owl, isn't he?”
“Er… yeah… he's all right,” said Ron gruffly. “Well, come on then, let's get in… what were you saying, Harry?”
“I was saying, what are those horse things?” Harry said, as he, Ron and Luna made for the carriage in which Hermione and Ginny were already sitting.
“What horse things?”
“The horse things pulling the carriages!” said Harry impatiently; they were, after all, about three feet from the nearest one; it was watching them with empty white eyes. Ron, however, gave Harry a perplexed look.
“What are you talking about?”
“I'm talking about – look!”
Harry grabbed Ron's arm and wheeled him about so that he was face-to-face with the winged horse. Ron stared straight at it for a second, then looked back at Harry.
“What am I supposed to be looking at?”
“At the – there, between the shafts! Harnessed to the coach! It's right there in front –“
But as Ron continued to look bemused, a strange thought occurred to Harry.
“Can't… can't you see them?”
“Can't you see what's pulling the carriages?” Ron looked seriously alarmed now.
“Are you feeling all right, Harry?”
Harry felt utterly bewildered. The horse was there in front of him, gleaming solidly in the dim light issuing from the station windows behind them, vapor rising from its nostrils in the chilly night air. Yet, unless Ron was faking – and it was a very feeble joke if he was – Ron could not see it at all.
(CH 10: 197)
Harry is able to see thestrals.
Most of the rest of the class were wearing expressions as confused and nervously expectant as Ron's and were still gazing everywhere but at the horse standing feet from them. There were only two other people who seemed to be able to see them: a stringy Slytherin boy standing just behind Goyle was watching the horse eating with an expression of great distaste on his face; and Neville, whose eyes were following the swishing progress of the long black tail.
“Oh, an' here comes another one!” said Hagrid proudly, as a second black horse appeared out of the dark trees, folded its leathery wings closer to its body and dipped its head to gorge on the meat. “Now… put yer hands up, who can see 'em?”
Immensely pleased to feel that he was at last going to understand the mystery of these horses, Harry raised his hand. Hagrid nodded at him.
“Yeah… yeah, I knew you'd be able ter, Harry,” he said seriously. “An' you too, Neville, eh? An' –“
“Excuse me,” said Malfoy in a sneering voice, “but what exactly are we supposed to be seeing?”
“Don’ worry, it won’ hurt yeh,” said Hagrid patiently. “Righ’, now, who can tell me why som o’ you can see them an’ some can’t?”
Hermione raised her hand.
“Go on then,” said Hagrid, beaming at her.
“The only people who can see thestrals,” she said, “are people who have seen death.”
(CH 21: 445)
Ron and Hermione have never witnessed someone die thus they cannot see the thestrals as Harry can.
If There's Something Wrong, Those Who Have The Ability To Take Action Have The Responsibility To Take Action.
Hermione comes up with a plan that involves rule breaking and opposing authority.
CoS – Polyjuice Potion
“Malfoy, the Heir of Slytherin?” said Hermione skeptically.
“Look at his family,” said Harry, closing his books, too. “The whole lot of them have been in Slytherin; he’s always boasting about it. They could easily be Slytherin’s descendants. His father’s definitely evil enough.”
“They could’ve had the key to the Chamber of Secrets for centuries!” said Ron. “Handing it down, father to son….”
“Well,” said Hermione cautiously, “I suppose it’s possible….”
“But how do we prove it?” said Harry darkly.
“There might be a way,” said Hermione slowly, dropping her voice still further with a quick glance across the room at Percy. “Of course, it would be difficult. And dangerous, very dangerous. We’d be breaking about fifty school rules, I expect—”
“If, in a month or so, you feel like explaining, you will let us know, won’t you?” said Ron irritably.
“All right,” said Hermione coldly. “What we’d need to do is to get inside the Slytherin common room and ask Malfoy a few questions without him realizing it’s us.”
“But that’s impossible,” Harry said as Ron laughed.
“No, it’s not,” said Hermione. “All we’d need would be some Polyjuice Potion.”
“What’s that?” said Ron and Harry together.
“Snape mentioned it in class a few weeks ago—”
“D’you think we’ve got nothing better to do in Potions than listen to Snape?” muttered Ron.
“It transforms you into somebody else. Think about it! We could change into three Slytherins. No one would know it was us. Malfoy would probably tell us anything. He’s probably boasting about it in the Slytherin common room right now, if only we could hear him.”
(CH 9: 158)
Hermione devised the plan to use Polyjuice potion as a means of getting information out of Draco Malfoy. This involved stealing ingredients from Snape’s storeroom, “borrowing” Slytherin robes from the laundry, placing two fellow students under the Sleeping Draught (then tossing them in a closet), taking on the physical identities of three students (technically two, and gaining entrance into the Slytherin common room.
OotP – Dumbledore’s Army
“I still reckon you should complain about this,” said Ron in a low voice.
“No,” said Harry flatly.
“McGonagall would go nuts if she knew—”
“Yeah, she probably would,” said Harry. “And how long d’you reckon it’d take Umbridge to pass another Decree saying anyone who complains about the High Inquisitor gets sacked immediately?”
Ron opened his mouth to retort but nothing came out and after a moment he closed it again in a defeated sort of way.
“She’s an awful woman,” said Hermione in a small voice. “Awful. You know, I was just saying to Ron when you came in…we’ve got to do something about her.”
“I suggested poison,” said Ron grimly.
“No…I mean, something about what a dreadful teacher she is, and how we’re not going to learn any defense from her at all,” said Hermione.
“Well what can we do about that?” said Ron, yawning. “’S too late, isn’t it? She got the job, she’s here to stay, Fudge’ll make sure of that.”
“Well,” said Hermione tentatively. “You know, I was thinking today….” She shot a slightly nervous look at Harry and then plunged on, “I was thinking that—maybe the time’s come when we should just—just do it ourselves.”
“Do what ourselves?” said Harry suspiciously, still floating his hand in the essence of murtlap tentacles.
“Well—learn Defense Against the Dark Arts ourselves,” said Hermione.
“Come off it,” groaned Ron. “You want us to do extra work? D’you realize Harry and I are behind on homework again and it’s only the second week?”
“But this is much more important than homework!” said Hermione.
Harry and Ron goggled at her.
“I didn’t think there was anything in the universe more important than homework,” said Ron.
“Don’t be silly, of course there is!” said Hermione, and Harry saw, with an ominous feeling, that her face was suddenly alight with the kind of fervor that S.P.E.W. usually inspired in her. “It’s about preparing ourselves, like Harry said in Umbridge’s first lesson, for what’s waiting out there. It’s about making sure we really can defend ourselves. If we don’t learn anything for a whole year—”
“We can’t do much by ourselves,” said Ron in a defeated voice. “I mean, all right, we can go and look jinxes up in the library and try and practice them, I suppose—”
“No, I agree, we’ve gone past the stage where we can just learn things out of books,” said Hermione. “We need a teacher, a proper one, who can show us how to use spells and correct us if we’re going wrong.”
“If you’re talking about Lupin…” Harry began.
“No, no, I’m not talking about Lupin,” said Hermione. “He’s too busy with the Order and anyway, the most we could see him is during the Hogsmeade weekends and that’s not nearly often enough.”
“Who, then?” said Harry, frowning at her.
Hermione heaved a very deep sigh.
“Isn’t it obvious?” she said. I’m talking about you, Harry.”
There was a moment’s silence. A light night breeze rattled the windowpanes behind Ron and the fire guttered.
“About me what?” said Harry.
“I’m talking about you teaching us Defense Against the Dark Arts.”
Harry stared at her. Then he turned to Ron, ready to exchange the exasperated looks they sometimes shared when Hermione elaborated on far-fetched schemes like S.P.E.W. To Harry’s consternation, however, Ron did not look exasperated. He was frowning slightly, apparently thinking. Then he said, “That’s an idea.”
(Ch 15: 324)
Hermione came up with the idea to form Dumbledore’s Army, in an attempt to counteract the lack of education they were receiving from Umbridge. This involved creating an underground “movement”, breaking new laws forced upon the school, and disobeying Umbridge.
A Winner Is Someone Who Doesn’t Knock Me Off My Surfboard. Tank’s Definitely Not A Winner.
Millicent Bulstrode physically attacks Hermione.
CoS – The Dueling Club
"Stop! Stop!" screamed Lockhart, but Snape took charge.
"Finite Incantatem!" he shouted; Harry's feet stopped dancing, Malfoy stopped laughing, and they were able to look up.
A haze of greenish smoke was hovering over the scene. Both Neville and Justin were lying on the floor, panting; Ron was holding up an ashen-faced Seamus, apologizing for whatever his broken wand had done; but Hermione and Millicent Bulstrode were still moving; Millicent had Hermione in a headlock and Hermione was whimpering in pain; both their wands lay forgotten on the floor. Harry leapt forward and pulled Millicent off. It was difficult: She was a lot bigger than he was.
(CH 11: 192)
Millicent puts Hermione in a headlock during the dueling club.
OotP – The Inquisitor Squad
”I want to know why you are in my office,” said Umbridge, shaking the fist clutching his hair so that he staggered.
“I was – trying to get my Firebolt!” Harry croaked.
“Liar.” She shook his head again. “Your Firebolt is under strict guard in the dungeons, as you very well know, Potter. You had your head in my fire. With whom have you been communicating?”
“No one –“ said Harry, trying to pull away from her. He felt several hairs part company with his scalp.
“Liar!” shouted Umbridge. She threw him from her and he slammed into the desk. Now he could see Hermione pinioned against the wall by Millicent Bulstrode. Malfoy was leaning on the windowsill, smirking as he threw Harry's wand into the air one handed and then caught it again.
(Ch 32: 742)
Hermione is pinned against the wall in Umbridge’s office by Millicent.
I Cannot For The Life Of Me Understand Why Small Children Take So Long To Grow Up. I Think They Do It Deliberately, Just To Annoy Me.
A professor wants to suspend Harry from the Gryffindor House Quidditch team as a form of punishment, while Professor McGonagall protests.
CoS – Snape
“I suggest, Headmaster, that Potter is not being entirely truthful,” he said. “It might be a good idea if he were deprived of certain privileges until he is ready to tell us the whole story. I personally feel he should be taken off the Gryffindor Quidditch team until he is ready to be honest.”
“Really, Severus,” said Professor McGonagall sharply, “I see no reason to stop the boy playing Quidditch. This cat wasn’t hit over the head with a broomstick. There is no evidence at all that Potter has done anything wrong.”
(CH 9: 144)
Professor Snape wants to suspend Harry from the Gryffindor House Quidditch team for not having told the truth, but McGonagall puts a stop to the notion.
OotP – Umbridge
”I think they deserve rather more than detentions,” said Umbridge, smiling still more broadly. Professor McGonagall's eyes flew open.
“But unfortunately” she said, with an attempt at a reciprocal smile that made her look as though she had lockjaw, “it is what I think that counts, as they are in my House, Dolores.”
“Well, actually, Minerva,' simpered Umbridge, “I think you'll find that what I think does count. Now, where is it? Cornelius just sent it… I mean,” she gave a little false laugh as she rummaged in her handbag, “the Minister just sent it… Ah yes…"
She had pulled out a piece of parchment that she now unfurled, clearing her throat fussily before starting to read what it said.
“Hem, hem… ‘Educational Decree Number Twenty five’.”
“Not another one!” exclaimed Professor McGonagall violently.
“Well, yes,” said Umbridge, still smiling. “As a matter of fact, Minerva, it was you who made me see that we needed a further amendment… You remember how you overrode me, when I was unwilling to allow the Gryffindor Quidditch team to re form? How you took the case to Dumbledore, who insisted that the team be allowed to play? Well, now, I couldn't have that. I contacted the Minister at once, and he quite agreed with me that the High Inquisitor has to have the power to strip pupils of privileges, or she – that is to say, I – would have less authority than common teachers! And you see now, don't you, Minerva, how right I was in attempting to stop the Gryffindor team re forming? Dreadful tempers… anyway, I was reading out our amendment… hem, hem … ‘the High Inquisitor will henceforth have supreme authority over all punishments, sanctions and removal of privileges pertaining to the students of Hogwarts, and the power to alter such punishments, sanctions and removals of privileges as may have been ordered by other staff members. Signed, Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic, Order of Merlin First Class, etc., etc.’”
She rolled up the parchment and put it back into her handbag, still smiling.
“So… I really think 1 will have to ban these two from playing Quidditch ever again,” she said, looking from Harry to George and back again.
Harry felt the Snitch fluttering madly in his hand.
“Ban us?” he said, and his voice sounded strangely distant. “From playing… ever again?”
(CH 19: 415)
Professor Umbridge wanted to ban Harry from the Gryffindor House Quidditch team for life due to his involvement in a fight with Draco during a quidditch match. This time McGonagall is unable to override Umbridge’s wishes.
Some Advice, Okay? Just Don’t Point Your Effin’ Finger At Crazy People!
The negative atmosphere at Hogwarts towards Harry is manifested in a song composed by Peeves.
CoS – Rotter
Peeves was bobbing overhead, now grinning wickedly, surveying the scene; Peeves always loved chaos. As the teachers bent over Justin and Nearly Headless Nick, examining them, Peeves broke into song:
“Oh, Potter, you rotter, oh, what have you done,
You’re killing off students, you think it’s good fun—”
“That’s enough, Peeves!” barked Professor McGonagall, and Peeves zoomed away backward, with his tongue out at Harry.
(CH 11: 203)
Peeves sings a song about Harry being the heir to Slytherin and killing off the students. McGonagall tells Peeves to stop singing.
OotP – Barking
”Why it's Potty Wee Potter!” cackled Peeves, allowing two of the inkwells to fall to the ground where they smashed and spattered the walls with ink; Harry jumped backward out of the way with a snarl.
“Get out of it, Peeves.”
“Oooh, Crackpot's feeling cranky” said Peeves, pursuing Harry along the corridor, leering as he zoomed along above him. 'What is it this time, my fine Potty friend? Hearing voices? Seeing visions? Speaking in –“ Peeves blew a gigantic raspberry “– tongues?’
“I said, leave me ALONE!” Harry shouted, running down the nearest flight of stairs, but Peeves merely slid down the banister on his back beside him.
“Oh, most think he's barking, the potty wee lad,
But some are more kindly and think he's just sad,
But Peevesy knows better and says that he's mad – ”
A door to his left flew open and Professor McGonagall emerged from her office looking grim and slightly harassed.
(CH 12: 246)
Peeves sings a song about Harry being crazy due to his unwavering stance on Voldemort’s return to the wizarding world. McGonagall once again appears during Peeves performance to have him run off.
It Would Have Never Worked Out Between Us.
Hogwarts students celebrate Valentine’s Day on page.
CoS – Hogwarts
"Happy Valentine's Day!" Lockhart shouted. "And may I thank the forty-six people who have so far sent me cards! Yes, I have taken the liberty of arranging this little surprise for you all--and it doesn't end here!"
Lockhart clapped his hands and through the doors to the entrance hall marched a dozen surly-looking dwarfs. Not just any dwarfs, however. Lockhart had them all wearing golden wings and carrying harps.
"My friendly, card-carrying cupids!" beamed Lockhart. "They will be roving around the school today delivering your valentines! And the fun doesn't stop here! I’m sure my colleagues will want to enter into the spirit of the occasion! Why not ask Professor Snape to show you how to whip up a Love Potion! And while you're at it, Professor Flitwick knows more about Entrancing Enchantments than any wizard I've ever met, the sly old dog!"
Professor Flitwick buried his face in his hands. Snape was looking as though the first person to ask him for a Love Potion would be force-fed poison.
"Please, Hermione, tell me you weren't one of the forty-six," said Ron as they left the Great Hall for their first lesson. Hermione suddenly became very interested in searching her bag for her schedule and didn't answer.
All day long, the dwarfs kept barging into their classes to deliver valentines, to the annoyance of the teachers, and late that afternoon as the Gryffindors were walking upstairs for Charms, one of the dwarfs caught up with Harry.
"Oy, you! 'Arry Potter!" shouted a particularly grim-looking dwarf, elbowing people out of the way to get to Harry.
Hot all over at the thought of being given a valentine in front of a line of first years, which happened to include Ginny Weasley, Harry tried to escape. The dwarf, however, cut his way through the crowd by kicking people's shins, and reached him before he'd gone two paces.
"I've got a musical message to deliver to 'Arry Potter in person," he said, twanging his harp in a threatening sort of way.
"Not here," Harry hissed, trying to escape.
"Stay still!" grunted the dwarf, grabbing hold of Harry's bag and pulling him back.
"Let me go!" Harry snarled, tugging.
With a loud ripping noise, his bag spilt in two. His books, wand, parchment, and quill spilled onto the floor and his ink bottle smashed over everything.
Harry scrambled around, trying to pick it all up before the dwarf started singing, causing something of a holdup in the corridor.
"What's going on here?" came the cold, drawling voice of Draco Malfoy. Harry started stuffing everything feverishly into his ripped bag, desperate to get away before Malfoy could hear his musical valentine.
"What's all this commotion?" said another familiar voice as Percy Weasley arrived.
Losing his head, Harry tried to make a run for it, but the dwarf seized him around the knees and brought him crashing to the floor.
"Right," he said, sitting on Harry's ankles. "Here is your singing valentine:
His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard.
I wish he was mine, he’s really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord."
Harry would have given all the gold in Gringotts to evaporate on the spot. Trying valiantly to laugh along with everyone else, he got up, his feet numb from the weight of the dwarf, as Percy Weasley did his best to disperse the crowd, some of whom were crying with mirth.
(CH 13: 236)
Valentine’s Day is celebrated at Hogwarts and Harry is embarrassed in public when he is tackled by one of Lockhart’s cupids.
OotP – Hogsmeade
“Oh, there's a really nice place just up here, haven't you ever been to Madam Puddifoot's?” she said brightly, and she led him up a side road and into a small tea shop that Harry had never noticed before. It was a cramped, steamy little place where everything seemed to have been decorated with frills or bows. Harry was reminded unpleasantly of Umbridge's office.
“Cute, isn't it?” said Cho happily.
“Er… yeah,” said Harry untruthfully.
“Look, she's decorated it for Valentine's Day!” said Cho, indicating a number of golden cherubs that were hovering over each of the small, circular tables, occasionally throwing pink confetti over the occupants.
They sat down at the last remaining table, which was situated in the steamy window. Roger Davies, the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, was sitting about a foot and a half away with a pretty blonde girl. They were holding hands. The sight made Harry feel uncomfortable, particularly when, looking around the tea shop, he saw that it was full of nothing but couples, all of them holding hands. Perhaps Cho would expect him to hold her hand.
Everything was going nightmarishly wrong; Roger Davies' girlfriend had even unglued herself to look round at Cho crying.
“Well – I have talked about it,” Harry said in a whisper, “to Ron and Hermione, but ”
“Oh, you'll talk to Hermione Granger!” she said shrilly, her face now shining with tears, and several more kissing couples broke apart to stare. “But you won't talk to me! P-perhaps it would be best if we just… just p-paid and you went and met up with Hermione G-Granger, like you obviously want to!”
Harry stared at her, utterly bewildered, as she seized a frilly napkin and dabbed at her shining face with it.
“Cho?” he said weakly, wishing Roger would seize his girlfriend and start kissing her again to stop her goggling at him and Cho.
“Go on, leave!” she said, now crying into the napkin. “I don't know why you asked me out in the first place if you're going to make arrangements to meet other girls right after me.… How many are you meeting after Hermione?”
“It's not like that!” said Harry, and he was so relieved at finally understanding what she was annoyed about that he laughed, which he realized a split second too late was a mistake.
Cho sprang to her feet. The whole tearoom was quiet, and everybody was watching them now.
“I'll see you around, Harry,” she said dramatically, and hiccupping slightly she dashed to the door, wrenched it open, and hurried off into the pouring rain.
“Cho!” Harry called after her, but the door had already swung shut behind her with a tuneful tinkle.
There was total silence within the tea shop. Every eye was upon Harry. He threw a Galleon down onto the table, shook pink confetti out of his eyes, and followed Cho out of the door.
It was raining hard now, and she was nowhere to be seen. He simply did not understand what had happened; half an hour ago they had been getting along fine.
(CH 25: 559)
Harry takes Cho on their first date in Hogsmead on Valentine’s Day and everything goes terribly wrong when Cho has an emotional breakdown in public.