1 A Murder of Crows
A Harry Potter Fan Fiction
Prologue: All is Well
Harry Potter awoke with a start. He sniffed around. What was that smell? He thought. It smelled like, like, flowers. Well, isn't that odd? Isn't it winter? Harry sighed. There weren't very many flowers in January, were there? Looking outside, he noticed a couple of crows standing the ledge of the other side of the Castle. Isn't that odd? Harry wondered. Aren't they cold? It is snowing don't birds like… fly to the south or something during the winter? Oh well, stupid birds, he nodded and fell back asleep.
The next morning was unseasonably warm and the snow was beginning to melt. It was Harry's seventh and final year at Hogwarts, and things had been quite normal so far for a change. Sirius, his godfather, had been proven innocent by the Ministry of Magic for the murder of some muggles and a wizard sixteen years before, the year before, and Harry lived with him for the summer. It was quite the life for Harry, he had never been so happy. Headmaster Dumbledore supposedly defeated Lord Voldemort and Harry's scar was slowly diminishing. But as he went to the Great Hall for breakfast that morning, all of this would change.
Chapter One: Gimme Shelter
Harry walked into a solemn, yet crowded Great Hall that morning. And slipped into his normal seat across from Ron and Hermione.
"What's going on?" He whispered. But Hermione shushed him and pointed to Professor Dumbledore who was now standing up.
"Students, and Staff, I regret telling you, but as you may or may not have heard a student among us is dead. Hannah Abbott of Hufflepuff past away, and the worst part, I apologize for, is that, we are not aware of the cause of her death. I give my deepest sympathies to the Hufflepuff House, whom, in the last three years have lost three students. You will be sorely missed but everyone." He looked around a quiet Hall.
Hufflepuff has had it bad, hasn't it? You know, Hannah never did anything to anyone, nice guys finish last, I suppose. Harry thought bitterly, he sincerely felt bad, and bit into his toast.
"How do you suppose she died?" Ron asked Hermione and Harry on the way to Transfiguration.
"Headmaster Dumbledore said there was no cause known, so far." She said sharply, fixing her Head Girl badge. "You know that Ron."
"Yes, I'm asking for a guess." He snapped.
"Well, I don't know, how about you ask Professor Trelawney?" she said bitterly. "She's always right, right?"
Ron mimicked her and looked at Harry. "Why so… down?"
"Er, what?" Harry shook his head and looked up at Ron. "Sorry, I'm a bit tired. I had a Late Quidditch practise, last night. But, I still don't see how she died."
"Well, I'm sure that, no one else will die. I mean no one else has since Cedric." Hermione said quietly. There was a pregnant pause and she continued, "and considering how, You-Know-Who has come back. Hogwarts is still safe while Dumbledore's around."
"Yeah, well, I'm getting worried, and maybe he won't be pretty soon." Ron cut in. "I mean, he is kind of old and well, he is a bit in danger, isn't he?"
"I can see what you mean," Hermione whispered and looked at her watch. "Oh dear, I'm late for Arithmancy, see you at lunch!" Hermione sped off and left Ron alone with a mute Harry, as they silently walked to lunch.
A Harry Potter Fan Fiction
Prologue: All is Well
Harry Potter awoke with a start. He sniffed around. What was that smell? He thought. It smelled like, like, flowers. Well, isn't that odd? Isn't it winter? Harry sighed. There weren't very many flowers in January, were there? Looking outside, he noticed a couple of crows standing the ledge of the other side of the Castle. Isn't that odd? Harry wondered. Aren't they cold? It is snowing don't birds like… fly to the south or something during the winter? Oh well, stupid birds, he nodded and fell back asleep.
The next morning was unseasonably warm and the snow was beginning to melt. It was Harry's seventh and final year at Hogwarts, and things had been quite normal so far for a change. Sirius, his godfather, had been proven innocent by the Ministry of Magic for the murder of some muggles and a wizard sixteen years before, the year before, and Harry lived with him for the summer. It was quite the life for Harry, he had never been so happy. Headmaster Dumbledore supposedly defeated Lord Voldemort and Harry's scar was slowly diminishing. But as he went to the Great Hall for breakfast that morning, all of this would change.
Chapter One: Gimme Shelter
Harry walked into a solemn, yet crowded Great Hall that morning. And slipped into his normal seat across from Ron and Hermione.
"What's going on?" He whispered. But Hermione shushed him and pointed to Professor Dumbledore who was now standing up.
"Students, and Staff, I regret telling you, but as you may or may not have heard a student among us is dead. Hannah Abbott of Hufflepuff past away, and the worst part, I apologize for, is that, we are not aware of the cause of her death. I give my deepest sympathies to the Hufflepuff House, whom, in the last three years have lost three students. You will be sorely missed but everyone." He looked around a quiet Hall.
Hufflepuff has had it bad, hasn't it? You know, Hannah never did anything to anyone, nice guys finish last, I suppose. Harry thought bitterly, he sincerely felt bad, and bit into his toast.
"How do you suppose she died?" Ron asked Hermione and Harry on the way to Transfiguration.
"Headmaster Dumbledore said there was no cause known, so far." She said sharply, fixing her Head Girl badge. "You know that Ron."
"Yes, I'm asking for a guess." He snapped.
"Well, I don't know, how about you ask Professor Trelawney?" she said bitterly. "She's always right, right?"
Ron mimicked her and looked at Harry. "Why so… down?"
"Er, what?" Harry shook his head and looked up at Ron. "Sorry, I'm a bit tired. I had a Late Quidditch practise, last night. But, I still don't see how she died."
"Well, I'm sure that, no one else will die. I mean no one else has since Cedric." Hermione said quietly. There was a pregnant pause and she continued, "and considering how, You-Know-Who has come back. Hogwarts is still safe while Dumbledore's around."
"Yeah, well, I'm getting worried, and maybe he won't be pretty soon." Ron cut in. "I mean, he is kind of old and well, he is a bit in danger, isn't he?"
"I can see what you mean," Hermione whispered and looked at her watch. "Oh dear, I'm late for Arithmancy, see you at lunch!" Hermione sped off and left Ron alone with a mute Harry, as they silently walked to lunch.