Harry rushed into the hall eager to hear the results of the first term quiddictch tournament. Hermione and Ron followed deeply in discussion on the mounting pile of Potions homework that Snape was giving them. They found a spot near the front of the griffindor bench and sat down waiting for the other students to find a place to sit. At the Professors table at the front of the dining hall sat Dumbledore, his long white beard streaming out from his chin, his spectacles hovered over a long nose framing twinkling eyes that seemed to have a life of their own. He waited until all the students were seated and then rose from his seat and moved around the mass of teachers so that he was standing in front of the table where all the students could see him clearly. As soon as he was there the hall fell silent as thousands of eyes stared eagerly at the headmaster.
"Welcome one and all-I hope that supper will fill your bodies and nourish your minds so that they will be ready for another day of learning come tomorrow." A grown rose from the mass of students seated in front of him. Dumbledore smiled broadly at them, his eyes twinkling with invisible laughter. "And now to get to what you are all waiting for the term one results! The winner is GRIFFINDOR!"
The whole of the Griffindor table leaped from their seats cheering as they surrounded their house team, patting them on the backs and complimenting them. Harry managed to catch Malfoy's eyes pure hatred stared at him. Seeing this Harry's smile widened. Food appeared all over the house tables and everyone sat back down to eat.
"Did you see the look on Malfoys face?" Ron asked Harry as they dug into the pile of food, "You would have thought some one had forced him to eat a pile of dung!" Harry just smiled at his friend trying not to burst out laughing to save himself the humiliation of having the food in his mouth be spat across the table.
Those closest to the great doors that lead into the dining hall where the first to see them be slowly being pushed open with great difficultly. Soon everyone's attention was focused on the blood-covered figure entering the great hall. To the onlookers the person looked to be wearing red robes but on closer inspection they would have been able to tell that they were actually black stained with dried blood. The person started to make their way up to head table where Dumbledore and the professors were sitting. At once Dumbledore and the teachers had risen and a few-including Dumbledore, were making there way towards the figure who was struggling to walk towards them. The students sat petrified at the seen before them.
The person was about to fall for the 3rd time but Professor McGonagall managed to catch him. Dumbledore ran up to him and lifted his head.
"My name is Leila, daughter of Lily and James Potter…" She wheezed and tried to take a breath without much success. The whole hall was silent now. Even though her words were little more than a whisper everyone could hear her. She tried on last time to speak, "My brother… is. …Harry…" at her last words she fell unconscious saved from hitting the floor by the clutch of Professor McGonagall.