A/ N: HI ALL!!! IM SORRY, BUT I JUST GOT N A NEW INSPERATION, SO IM
GONNA START MY OLD STORY FROM SCRATCH, OK? This is my first HP.P
story.. So I might not get it all right.
DISCLAMER: I DO NOT OWN the Harry Potter books IN ANY WAY shape or form!!!
CHAPTER ONE: FROM THE TOP!
THE SEVENTH YEAR: all coming down
By: FantasousFaye
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CHAPTER ONE: FROM THE TOP
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Hermione said goodbye to her parents as she let her thoughts wonder to the letter she had received from Hogwarts. She took it from her pocket to make sure she was there at the correct time. Miss. Granger, There is a special need for you to attend a meeting with Professor Dumbledore concerning the we need you to attend a meeting concerning recent events on Sep. 1. Please arrive at the train station by 7:00 A.M. A train will be waiting for you. I'm sorry for any inconvenience this may have caused. Minerva McGonagall , Deputy Headmistress
Hermione looked at her watch. "6:46. I'm early," Hermione said to herself, and put the letter back into her pocket, as she waved to Harry on the other side of the station. 'I don't doubt it has to do with Voldemort.' she thought apprehensively, as she approached Harry and Ron, who was accompanied by his little sister, Ginny.
"Do you know why we have to arrive early?" Harry asked. He was looking a little on the pale side.
'no wonder, with Voldemort on the 'lose', I would too.' Hermione thought, worried for him.
"Well," Hermione began, "it probably has to do with You-Know-Who."
"It does," a drawling voice informed them. "But I don't know why they invited you. All they need is me."
"Don't get so cocky, Malfoy!" Ron said, turning a shade of bright pink.
"Ooh, nice one, Weasel! I bet you wouldn't have said that if Potty wasn't here," Draco replied with a grin.
"sod off Malfoy!" Harry told him.
The four of them walked past Draco and made their way to the tiny locomotive that was to take them to Hogwarts.
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Draco found it odd to be sharing a compartment with Potty, Weasel, and the Mudblood, but he found there UN-important chatter oddly satisfying, until he heard his name.
"Can you believe it?" Hermione began, and realized they had no idea what she was talking about. "you do know that Lucius got arrested for being a Death Eater. You should know, Ron, since your father works FOR the Ministry!" Hermione said, as she took out her copy of Witch Weekly and summarized it for them.
"Yes, here it is. They raided Malfoy Manor at two in the morning. They arrested Lucius Malfoy for holding items that can be used for dark arts--" Draco cut her off.
"What are you talking about, Granger?" Draco hissed, obviously very confused.
"You don't know? He's your father, after all!" Hermione exclaimed, seeing the look of surprise on Malfoy's face. She almost felt. sorry for him. Almost.
"No, I didn't." he let his voice trail off as he turned to look out the window.
They were almost at Hogwarts, and then they could get to the bottom of all this.
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Professor McGonagall was waiting by the huge Hogwarts doors, ready to let them in.
"What is this all about, Professor?" Hermione asked, looking around anxiously (and rather needlessly) for any sign of Death Eaters.
"You will see, very soon," she said, as they made their way to the Great Hall, Draco lagging behind.
'Why on earth did the Mudblood know about Father before I did? And the Weasel's dad has gotten a promotion. Wait 'til Father hears,' he thought heatedly, as they were greeted by Dumbledore.
"Why, hello, everyone. Thank you for coming early," the old wizard began, with a smile that turned into a frown, almost like magic.
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Draco didn't want to hear whatever the loopy Professor had to tell him. He was busy worrying about his own life, and what would happen to his power hungry father. Thousands of scenarios, none of them good, rushed though his head, as Dumbledore's words rushed to his ears.
"I am very sorry to say," the Headmaster began, "that since most of Voldemorts followers--" Ron winced at hearing the Dark Lord's name "have been sent to Azkaban, there is no doubt for anyone here that Voldemort will not be pleased. Each and every one of you is tied to recent events in one way or another. Do I need to explain how, or why?" Dumbledore asked, and when he saw no hands raised, he continued.
"Good. Now, I need to make sure the students of Hogwarts are safe. I can't do that without help. I need you all to stay on Hogwarts grounds, besides you, Harry--" Draco cut the Professor off.
"Why is Potter the only one to go?" Draco said, pouting. Hermione found her self staring at Draco, 'I am already feeling sorry for him,' she thought, 'now, I am letting my emotions get ahead of me. I am only feeling sorry for him, nothing more.'
"As I was saying. Harry and Hagrid are the only ones to leave this campus. There will be no Quidditch tournament this year. I will take three of you to help me with the Halloween and Christmas dances. That means finding others to help you with decorations, booking the music, food, and so on. Anyone interested?" he asked, eyes twinkling, as he saw three hands shoot up. "All right. Miss Granger, Miss Weasley and Mr. Weasley, this is your department. Mr. Malfoy, I have a special job for you," Professor Dumbledor said dryly. His half-moon spectacles reflected the glass windows in the Great Hall.
Draco nodded nervously. "All right," he drawled, and left the room on Dumbledore's heels.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched them leave. They waited impatiently, each wanting to know what Dumbledore could possibly have to say to Malfoy that he couldn't say in front of them. Draco wasn't too trust worthy, after all...
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They entered a the hall without a word between them. "How was your vacation, Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore inquired, trying to start their conversation on a good note.
"Would you mind getting to the point? I'm a very busy guy," Draco said, was surprised to hear "the old windbag," as he thought of him, chuckle.
"All right then, Mr. Malfoy. Your father is in Azkaban. Whose side are you on?" The statement was completely out of character, thereby catching Draco completely off guard.
"Yours, of course." He recovered gracefully, feeling mighty uncomfortable at the moment under Dumbledore's piercing stare.
"All right then, if you're sure..." he said, turning to lead Draco back to the Great Hall.
"What was that all about?" Ron whispered to Harry, who had no clue, either. They both looked at Hermione. Alas, their efforts were in vain-- Hermione found it quite upsetting that they couldn't use their own brains for once. The doors opened.
"I don't know." she began, as Dumbledore began talking, and she quickly stopped.
"All right, that is it for now," he said, as the hall filled up with students. "If you have any questions, ask either me or your Head of House." He made way to the front of the hall, where the Sorting was about to take place.
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Okay, that's it for now, expect another chapter by Friday! Please, if you are going to flame me, tell me what I did wrong, and I will take this chapter down and try to fix it. Please read and review! Thank you all!
DISCLAMER: I DO NOT OWN the Harry Potter books IN ANY WAY shape or form!!!
CHAPTER ONE: FROM THE TOP!
THE SEVENTH YEAR: all coming down
By: FantasousFaye
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
CHAPTER ONE: FROM THE TOP
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione said goodbye to her parents as she let her thoughts wonder to the letter she had received from Hogwarts. She took it from her pocket to make sure she was there at the correct time. Miss. Granger, There is a special need for you to attend a meeting with Professor Dumbledore concerning the we need you to attend a meeting concerning recent events on Sep. 1. Please arrive at the train station by 7:00 A.M. A train will be waiting for you. I'm sorry for any inconvenience this may have caused. Minerva McGonagall , Deputy Headmistress
Hermione looked at her watch. "6:46. I'm early," Hermione said to herself, and put the letter back into her pocket, as she waved to Harry on the other side of the station. 'I don't doubt it has to do with Voldemort.' she thought apprehensively, as she approached Harry and Ron, who was accompanied by his little sister, Ginny.
"Do you know why we have to arrive early?" Harry asked. He was looking a little on the pale side.
'no wonder, with Voldemort on the 'lose', I would too.' Hermione thought, worried for him.
"Well," Hermione began, "it probably has to do with You-Know-Who."
"It does," a drawling voice informed them. "But I don't know why they invited you. All they need is me."
"Don't get so cocky, Malfoy!" Ron said, turning a shade of bright pink.
"Ooh, nice one, Weasel! I bet you wouldn't have said that if Potty wasn't here," Draco replied with a grin.
"sod off Malfoy!" Harry told him.
The four of them walked past Draco and made their way to the tiny locomotive that was to take them to Hogwarts.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco found it odd to be sharing a compartment with Potty, Weasel, and the Mudblood, but he found there UN-important chatter oddly satisfying, until he heard his name.
"Can you believe it?" Hermione began, and realized they had no idea what she was talking about. "you do know that Lucius got arrested for being a Death Eater. You should know, Ron, since your father works FOR the Ministry!" Hermione said, as she took out her copy of Witch Weekly and summarized it for them.
"Yes, here it is. They raided Malfoy Manor at two in the morning. They arrested Lucius Malfoy for holding items that can be used for dark arts--" Draco cut her off.
"What are you talking about, Granger?" Draco hissed, obviously very confused.
"You don't know? He's your father, after all!" Hermione exclaimed, seeing the look of surprise on Malfoy's face. She almost felt. sorry for him. Almost.
"No, I didn't." he let his voice trail off as he turned to look out the window.
They were almost at Hogwarts, and then they could get to the bottom of all this.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Professor McGonagall was waiting by the huge Hogwarts doors, ready to let them in.
"What is this all about, Professor?" Hermione asked, looking around anxiously (and rather needlessly) for any sign of Death Eaters.
"You will see, very soon," she said, as they made their way to the Great Hall, Draco lagging behind.
'Why on earth did the Mudblood know about Father before I did? And the Weasel's dad has gotten a promotion. Wait 'til Father hears,' he thought heatedly, as they were greeted by Dumbledore.
"Why, hello, everyone. Thank you for coming early," the old wizard began, with a smile that turned into a frown, almost like magic.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco didn't want to hear whatever the loopy Professor had to tell him. He was busy worrying about his own life, and what would happen to his power hungry father. Thousands of scenarios, none of them good, rushed though his head, as Dumbledore's words rushed to his ears.
"I am very sorry to say," the Headmaster began, "that since most of Voldemorts followers--" Ron winced at hearing the Dark Lord's name "have been sent to Azkaban, there is no doubt for anyone here that Voldemort will not be pleased. Each and every one of you is tied to recent events in one way or another. Do I need to explain how, or why?" Dumbledore asked, and when he saw no hands raised, he continued.
"Good. Now, I need to make sure the students of Hogwarts are safe. I can't do that without help. I need you all to stay on Hogwarts grounds, besides you, Harry--" Draco cut the Professor off.
"Why is Potter the only one to go?" Draco said, pouting. Hermione found her self staring at Draco, 'I am already feeling sorry for him,' she thought, 'now, I am letting my emotions get ahead of me. I am only feeling sorry for him, nothing more.'
"As I was saying. Harry and Hagrid are the only ones to leave this campus. There will be no Quidditch tournament this year. I will take three of you to help me with the Halloween and Christmas dances. That means finding others to help you with decorations, booking the music, food, and so on. Anyone interested?" he asked, eyes twinkling, as he saw three hands shoot up. "All right. Miss Granger, Miss Weasley and Mr. Weasley, this is your department. Mr. Malfoy, I have a special job for you," Professor Dumbledor said dryly. His half-moon spectacles reflected the glass windows in the Great Hall.
Draco nodded nervously. "All right," he drawled, and left the room on Dumbledore's heels.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched them leave. They waited impatiently, each wanting to know what Dumbledore could possibly have to say to Malfoy that he couldn't say in front of them. Draco wasn't too trust worthy, after all...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
They entered a the hall without a word between them. "How was your vacation, Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore inquired, trying to start their conversation on a good note.
"Would you mind getting to the point? I'm a very busy guy," Draco said, was surprised to hear "the old windbag," as he thought of him, chuckle.
"All right then, Mr. Malfoy. Your father is in Azkaban. Whose side are you on?" The statement was completely out of character, thereby catching Draco completely off guard.
"Yours, of course." He recovered gracefully, feeling mighty uncomfortable at the moment under Dumbledore's piercing stare.
"All right then, if you're sure..." he said, turning to lead Draco back to the Great Hall.
"What was that all about?" Ron whispered to Harry, who had no clue, either. They both looked at Hermione. Alas, their efforts were in vain-- Hermione found it quite upsetting that they couldn't use their own brains for once. The doors opened.
"I don't know." she began, as Dumbledore began talking, and she quickly stopped.
"All right, that is it for now," he said, as the hall filled up with students. "If you have any questions, ask either me or your Head of House." He made way to the front of the hall, where the Sorting was about to take place.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Okay, that's it for now, expect another chapter by Friday! Please, if you are going to flame me, tell me what I did wrong, and I will take this chapter down and try to fix it. Please read and review! Thank you all!