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The beginning of yet another year. Harry smiled to himself as he entered the Great Hall. It was great to be back at Hogwarts again. He, Ron and Hermione took there seats at the Griffindor table. Harry looked up at the staff table. He was surprised to see that sitting in Professor Dumbledore's seat was Cornelius Fudge. He nudged Ron in the side. "Where's Professor Dumbledore?" He whispered. Ron quickly glanced up at the staff table. He shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe he's sick or something." Hermione noticed too. "This isn't right," she said, "I've got a bad feeling about this." Harry looked around at the rest of the teachers. Snape, McGonagal, and the rest were all there. He looked around at the students, and noticed that Malfoy looked very pleased with something…this made Harry feel even worse.
Suddenly, the hall got quiet. The minister of magic stood up. "Ah, yes, you are probably wondering why I am here. I have some news to deliver to all of you." He cleared his throat and nervously fixed his robes. "Your headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, he has died."
There was a huge uproar among the students. Everyone started whispering at talking at the same time. "What?" Harry said. That couldn't be true. It would've been in the Daily Prophet. The teachers looked just as shocked as the students did. Professor McGonagal signaled the students to be quiet. "Minister, I just spoke to Professor Dumbledore yesterday!" she said, "How is that possible?" "He died last night," Fudge said simply. "How come none of us were informed," Snape said quietly. "I am informing you now, am I not?" Fudge said, "There is nothing more to be said on the subject. He's dead, and will be terribly missed. Now, I think I should explain the running of this school from this point forward. I have chosen a new headmaster-" "Excuse me," said Professor McGonagal, "But I was under the belief that if anything were to happen to Professor Dumbledore, that I would take over." "That would be only until we found a suitable new headmaster to take his place," Fudge said, pushing this aside, "but I have found the perfect man to take his place. May I introduce Professor Malfoy. The Slitherin table burst with aplause. Harry looked over at Hermione and Ron, lost for words.
Lucius Malfoy took Fudge's place at the table. He smiled in a sickening kind of way at the slitherin table. "I promise this year will be very interesting," he said with a twisted smile. Fred and George looked like they were going to throw up. "What'd they hire him for?" Ron asked angrily, "Just our luck! This year is going to be horrible! Wait until dad finds out…" "Something's not right here," said Fred, "Don't you find it a little odd? None of the teachers even knew about what happened to Dumbledore. I wonder if this whole things been set up." "If it has, there's nothing we can do about it," Harry said miserably. It didn't seem possible that Dumbledore died…but if he was still alive, where was he? Harry felt certain this had something to do with Voldemort.
On their way out of the Great Hall, Harry ran into the Draco Malfoy. "So Potter, are you going to cry? Your biggest fan, the muggle loving fool Dumbledore, croaked at last! I suppose seeing my father there gave you all quite a shock. Come on Potter, you know your gonna cry!" Harry couldn't take this. He took out his wand. "Petrificus Totalus!" he yelled, and Malfoy fell over, stiff on the floor. "Harry Potter!" Professor McGonagal was making her way over. "Come with me Potter," she said. Harry followed her up to Dumbledore's office, feeling very empty. Lucius Malfoy was sitting in the office, watching the door, as if he had been waiting for them. "Come in," he said in a quiet voice. Professor McGonagal looked like she didn't really want to tell him what happened. She glanced at Harry. "I'm informing you that Potter was using magic on another student. I will deal with it, since he's in my house. I need your approval before I do." "Let me talk to Potter alone," Malfoy said, his eyes boaring into Harry's. Professor McGonagal hesitated. She obviously didn't trust Mr. Malfoy. But she had no choice. "I'll wait outside then," she said, her face red with anger.
"Harry Potter," Malfoy said quietly, "I have no choice other than to suspend you." "What!" Harry said. "Magic is not to be used on other students at any time. Hogwarts as no tolerance of that." Harry was shocked. "He deserved it!" He exclaimed, before he could stop himself. Mr. Malfoy leaned very close to Harry, wand in his hand. "Are you telling me my son deserves to be knocked out?'' His wand was pointed right at Harry's heart. "No sir," Harry muttered, wondering how Mr. Malfoy had known who he cursed. "Your bags are ready to go Potter. I didn't eant to you making a scene, gong back to your common room. The train is ready outside Hogwarts. Mr. Filch will escort you. "I'm not leaving," Harry said defiantly. "Yes you are…" Mr. Malfoy said dangerously. "I demand to know what happened to Professor Dumbledore!" Harry said. "He's dead," Malfoy said, "Weren't you listening?" "I don't believe you!" Harry yelled, not being able to control the volume of his voice. "I don't care if you don't believe me Potter. You are leaving. Now!" Filch stepped in the room. "Is McGonagal gone?" Malfoy asked. Filch nodded. "Where's my money Mr. Malfoy?" "Not now Filch." "But you promised!" "Only after the boy is gone," Malfoy said angrily. Harry didn't like this at all. He tried to run. "Stay where you are!" Malfoy yelled, "Stupify!" Harry was stunned.
The beginning of yet another year. Harry smiled to himself as he entered the Great Hall. It was great to be back at Hogwarts again. He, Ron and Hermione took there seats at the Griffindor table. Harry looked up at the staff table. He was surprised to see that sitting in Professor Dumbledore's seat was Cornelius Fudge. He nudged Ron in the side. "Where's Professor Dumbledore?" He whispered. Ron quickly glanced up at the staff table. He shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe he's sick or something." Hermione noticed too. "This isn't right," she said, "I've got a bad feeling about this." Harry looked around at the rest of the teachers. Snape, McGonagal, and the rest were all there. He looked around at the students, and noticed that Malfoy looked very pleased with something…this made Harry feel even worse.
Suddenly, the hall got quiet. The minister of magic stood up. "Ah, yes, you are probably wondering why I am here. I have some news to deliver to all of you." He cleared his throat and nervously fixed his robes. "Your headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, he has died."
There was a huge uproar among the students. Everyone started whispering at talking at the same time. "What?" Harry said. That couldn't be true. It would've been in the Daily Prophet. The teachers looked just as shocked as the students did. Professor McGonagal signaled the students to be quiet. "Minister, I just spoke to Professor Dumbledore yesterday!" she said, "How is that possible?" "He died last night," Fudge said simply. "How come none of us were informed," Snape said quietly. "I am informing you now, am I not?" Fudge said, "There is nothing more to be said on the subject. He's dead, and will be terribly missed. Now, I think I should explain the running of this school from this point forward. I have chosen a new headmaster-" "Excuse me," said Professor McGonagal, "But I was under the belief that if anything were to happen to Professor Dumbledore, that I would take over." "That would be only until we found a suitable new headmaster to take his place," Fudge said, pushing this aside, "but I have found the perfect man to take his place. May I introduce Professor Malfoy. The Slitherin table burst with aplause. Harry looked over at Hermione and Ron, lost for words.
Lucius Malfoy took Fudge's place at the table. He smiled in a sickening kind of way at the slitherin table. "I promise this year will be very interesting," he said with a twisted smile. Fred and George looked like they were going to throw up. "What'd they hire him for?" Ron asked angrily, "Just our luck! This year is going to be horrible! Wait until dad finds out…" "Something's not right here," said Fred, "Don't you find it a little odd? None of the teachers even knew about what happened to Dumbledore. I wonder if this whole things been set up." "If it has, there's nothing we can do about it," Harry said miserably. It didn't seem possible that Dumbledore died…but if he was still alive, where was he? Harry felt certain this had something to do with Voldemort.
On their way out of the Great Hall, Harry ran into the Draco Malfoy. "So Potter, are you going to cry? Your biggest fan, the muggle loving fool Dumbledore, croaked at last! I suppose seeing my father there gave you all quite a shock. Come on Potter, you know your gonna cry!" Harry couldn't take this. He took out his wand. "Petrificus Totalus!" he yelled, and Malfoy fell over, stiff on the floor. "Harry Potter!" Professor McGonagal was making her way over. "Come with me Potter," she said. Harry followed her up to Dumbledore's office, feeling very empty. Lucius Malfoy was sitting in the office, watching the door, as if he had been waiting for them. "Come in," he said in a quiet voice. Professor McGonagal looked like she didn't really want to tell him what happened. She glanced at Harry. "I'm informing you that Potter was using magic on another student. I will deal with it, since he's in my house. I need your approval before I do." "Let me talk to Potter alone," Malfoy said, his eyes boaring into Harry's. Professor McGonagal hesitated. She obviously didn't trust Mr. Malfoy. But she had no choice. "I'll wait outside then," she said, her face red with anger.
"Harry Potter," Malfoy said quietly, "I have no choice other than to suspend you." "What!" Harry said. "Magic is not to be used on other students at any time. Hogwarts as no tolerance of that." Harry was shocked. "He deserved it!" He exclaimed, before he could stop himself. Mr. Malfoy leaned very close to Harry, wand in his hand. "Are you telling me my son deserves to be knocked out?'' His wand was pointed right at Harry's heart. "No sir," Harry muttered, wondering how Mr. Malfoy had known who he cursed. "Your bags are ready to go Potter. I didn't eant to you making a scene, gong back to your common room. The train is ready outside Hogwarts. Mr. Filch will escort you. "I'm not leaving," Harry said defiantly. "Yes you are…" Mr. Malfoy said dangerously. "I demand to know what happened to Professor Dumbledore!" Harry said. "He's dead," Malfoy said, "Weren't you listening?" "I don't believe you!" Harry yelled, not being able to control the volume of his voice. "I don't care if you don't believe me Potter. You are leaving. Now!" Filch stepped in the room. "Is McGonagal gone?" Malfoy asked. Filch nodded. "Where's my money Mr. Malfoy?" "Not now Filch." "But you promised!" "Only after the boy is gone," Malfoy said angrily. Harry didn't like this at all. He tried to run. "Stay where you are!" Malfoy yelled, "Stupify!" Harry was stunned.