Chapter 1 of The Fifth Year
As Harry laid down comfortably into his four-poster bed, he contemplated the events of his last school year. It was his most terrifying year yet, Voldemort had come close to finishing off Harry after the Portkey transported him away from the safety of Hogwarts. While Harry had spent most of the summer worrying that Voldemort would try and finish him off again, nothing had happened. In fact, as he glanced out the window to the sparkling grounds of Hogwarts, all the seemed to be ancient history now. He was in the care of Dumbledore, in the most protected place in the world-his school. Actually, he was more concerned about Cho Chang, his long time crush, who, along with the rest of the school, suffered from the grief of her boyfriend Cedric, last year. It was time to put those things behind him now.
"Harry! Are you awake, it's time for breakfast!" said Ron as his red-head appeared near the hangings of the bed.
"Yeah, coming..." Harry replied.
"Hurry up then mate, all the toast will be gone, and we have a full days' schedule ahead of us."
Sneaking one last look at their familiar dormitory, Harry joined Ron as they set off to the Great Hall. It was great to be back at Hogwarts!
The Great Hall was a bustle of activity, most due to the fact of the unusually large 1st year class-the sorting last night took almost double the amount of time it usually took.
"Blimey Harry, those house-elves' have got their work cut out for them, feeding all these 1st years, I don't envy them, although they do seem to enjoy it. I wouldn't waste my time telling Hermione that though...." Ron stopped abruptly as he spotted Hermione across the great hall. For a quick second, it looked like he had blushed at the sight of her, but then quickly regained composure.
"Hermione! Over here!" Harry waved her over to the Gryffindor table, glancing at Ron, grinning. Ron grinned back. There was unspoken knowledge between them- that Ron had the hots for Hermione, their long time best friend.
Hermione came running up to them, squealing. "I know I just saw you guys last night, but I'm so glad to see you again! I didn't get to you 2 during the holidays. Finally, school is starting- I wonder when we'll have to start studying for our OWL's, they're very important-"
"Whoa, Hermione, I think that your a little too excited about school." Harry said as he grinned back. Before she could answer, hundreds of owls swooped into the Great Hall-all carrying packages and envelopes of different sizes. A large eagle-owl dropped a copy of the Daily Prophet on Hermione's lap.
"Anything interesting?"
"Nope, wait, here's an article about Professor Wigglesworth!"
"Who?"
Hermione impatiently pushed her bushy brown hair out of her way. "Weren't you two listening to what Professor Dumbledore was saying last night before the start of the year feast? Never mind, I know that you two were stuffing your faces. Professor Wigglesworth is our new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. She's studied Giants, hags, vampires, and even dementors in secrecy so they don't notice a thing. Some people say that she's got a 6th sense about evil and can sense it without magic or anything. She's really quite amazing."
"Well, if she's so great, then why haven't I heard about her?" Ron said.
"She worked in secrecy and until recently she's decided to switch to teaching. Some say that she could be an auror, she's that good, but she'd rather study them than attack them. I read her biography that I bought when I went to Diagon Alley to buy my school stuff."
"Oh. Neat. Hey, wait a second, why didn't you come shopping with us like you always do?" Ron questioned.
Hermione turned a bright shade of red. "Well-I was visiting Viktor Krum the day you guys went, I had a really fun time, Viktor's really nice..." She stopped abruptly, ignoring the jealousy on Ron's face. "Never mind," she said, standing up and grabbing a piece of toast. "I need to go to the library before classes start." And with that she ran out of the Great Hall, aware of the fact that Ron was silently fuming back at the Gryffindor table.
As Harry laid down comfortably into his four-poster bed, he contemplated the events of his last school year. It was his most terrifying year yet, Voldemort had come close to finishing off Harry after the Portkey transported him away from the safety of Hogwarts. While Harry had spent most of the summer worrying that Voldemort would try and finish him off again, nothing had happened. In fact, as he glanced out the window to the sparkling grounds of Hogwarts, all the seemed to be ancient history now. He was in the care of Dumbledore, in the most protected place in the world-his school. Actually, he was more concerned about Cho Chang, his long time crush, who, along with the rest of the school, suffered from the grief of her boyfriend Cedric, last year. It was time to put those things behind him now.
"Harry! Are you awake, it's time for breakfast!" said Ron as his red-head appeared near the hangings of the bed.
"Yeah, coming..." Harry replied.
"Hurry up then mate, all the toast will be gone, and we have a full days' schedule ahead of us."
Sneaking one last look at their familiar dormitory, Harry joined Ron as they set off to the Great Hall. It was great to be back at Hogwarts!
The Great Hall was a bustle of activity, most due to the fact of the unusually large 1st year class-the sorting last night took almost double the amount of time it usually took.
"Blimey Harry, those house-elves' have got their work cut out for them, feeding all these 1st years, I don't envy them, although they do seem to enjoy it. I wouldn't waste my time telling Hermione that though...." Ron stopped abruptly as he spotted Hermione across the great hall. For a quick second, it looked like he had blushed at the sight of her, but then quickly regained composure.
"Hermione! Over here!" Harry waved her over to the Gryffindor table, glancing at Ron, grinning. Ron grinned back. There was unspoken knowledge between them- that Ron had the hots for Hermione, their long time best friend.
Hermione came running up to them, squealing. "I know I just saw you guys last night, but I'm so glad to see you again! I didn't get to you 2 during the holidays. Finally, school is starting- I wonder when we'll have to start studying for our OWL's, they're very important-"
"Whoa, Hermione, I think that your a little too excited about school." Harry said as he grinned back. Before she could answer, hundreds of owls swooped into the Great Hall-all carrying packages and envelopes of different sizes. A large eagle-owl dropped a copy of the Daily Prophet on Hermione's lap.
"Anything interesting?"
"Nope, wait, here's an article about Professor Wigglesworth!"
"Who?"
Hermione impatiently pushed her bushy brown hair out of her way. "Weren't you two listening to what Professor Dumbledore was saying last night before the start of the year feast? Never mind, I know that you two were stuffing your faces. Professor Wigglesworth is our new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. She's studied Giants, hags, vampires, and even dementors in secrecy so they don't notice a thing. Some people say that she's got a 6th sense about evil and can sense it without magic or anything. She's really quite amazing."
"Well, if she's so great, then why haven't I heard about her?" Ron said.
"She worked in secrecy and until recently she's decided to switch to teaching. Some say that she could be an auror, she's that good, but she'd rather study them than attack them. I read her biography that I bought when I went to Diagon Alley to buy my school stuff."
"Oh. Neat. Hey, wait a second, why didn't you come shopping with us like you always do?" Ron questioned.
Hermione turned a bright shade of red. "Well-I was visiting Viktor Krum the day you guys went, I had a really fun time, Viktor's really nice..." She stopped abruptly, ignoring the jealousy on Ron's face. "Never mind," she said, standing up and grabbing a piece of toast. "I need to go to the library before classes start." And with that she ran out of the Great Hall, aware of the fact that Ron was silently fuming back at the Gryffindor table.