Chapter 2: The Horrible Truth
When Jo opened her eyes, she found herself in a familiar room. She sighed painfully and tried to get up, but she couldn't. She groaned again and she heard someone coming over.
"Dear, dear, she's waking up!" came Madame Pomfrey's voice. "Minerva! Minerva.call the gentleman and the Headmaster in please."
Jo shut her eyes again, trying to remember what had happened, and she could. The train.she'd blacked out.
She shivered and opened her eyes, only to find three more faces along with Madame Pomfrey staring down at her.
"How're you feeling, Jo?" asked the Headmaster Professor Dumbledore.
"Never better, sir." Jo smiled weakly.
Madame Pomfrey helped Jo get up and brought over a goblet of medicine. Jo drank it in a gulp and winced.
"Now, now." Scolded Madame Pomfrey. "It'll make you feel better."
"I'm sure." Agreed Jo as the Nurse headed out.
Jo looked around. Professor Dumbledore looked like he always did: slightly amused (though now he had a serious look), his twinkling blue eyes behind those silver spectacles, and his fatherly nature. Professor McGonagall looked very worried, very sad, and very tired. She looked so weary that Jo almost offered her the empty goblet she held in her hand.
Then Jo turned to the man beside McGonagall. It was the man with the matted brown hair on the train. He too looked serious yet worried, but he gave Jo a small smile that Jo returned.
"Ah now, shall we start?" asked Dumbledore with a small smile. "Good. Now Jo, I would like to ask you, what happened on the train?"
Jo looked down at her empty goblet then back at the Headmaster. But she slowly said, "I heard my friends screaming in terror, sir."
It seemed to Jo that Dumbledore's eyes flashed angrily, but they looked sad again after a minute.
"Yes, Jo." He sighed heavily. "That is a grave matter, I'm afraid."
"Sir, what happened to them?" asked Jo, though she knew what the answer was.
Dumbledore's eyes were now sad and he sighed again. "They're dead, Jo."
Professor McGonagall let out a sob.
"They were such good students," She mumbled through her tears. "I-I can't believe there are inhumane people out there." She trailed away as she blew her nose on a satin handkerchief.
Jo swallowed and blinked. She looked at the man with the matted hair and he was looking down and fidgeting with his wizard hat. Jo shuddered.
"Polly, Frank, Alice, Bruno, and Jack.all gone." She muttered slowly.
"It was a terrible tragedy." Dumbledore sighed once again.
"Was it Voldemort?" asked Jo suddenly. Dumbledore nodded.
"But WHY?" asked Jo angrily, tears stinging her eyes. "WHY?"
"That, my girl," Dumbledore laid an aging hand on Jo's weak one. "Only time can tell."
When Jo opened her eyes, she found herself in a familiar room. She sighed painfully and tried to get up, but she couldn't. She groaned again and she heard someone coming over.
"Dear, dear, she's waking up!" came Madame Pomfrey's voice. "Minerva! Minerva.call the gentleman and the Headmaster in please."
Jo shut her eyes again, trying to remember what had happened, and she could. The train.she'd blacked out.
She shivered and opened her eyes, only to find three more faces along with Madame Pomfrey staring down at her.
"How're you feeling, Jo?" asked the Headmaster Professor Dumbledore.
"Never better, sir." Jo smiled weakly.
Madame Pomfrey helped Jo get up and brought over a goblet of medicine. Jo drank it in a gulp and winced.
"Now, now." Scolded Madame Pomfrey. "It'll make you feel better."
"I'm sure." Agreed Jo as the Nurse headed out.
Jo looked around. Professor Dumbledore looked like he always did: slightly amused (though now he had a serious look), his twinkling blue eyes behind those silver spectacles, and his fatherly nature. Professor McGonagall looked very worried, very sad, and very tired. She looked so weary that Jo almost offered her the empty goblet she held in her hand.
Then Jo turned to the man beside McGonagall. It was the man with the matted brown hair on the train. He too looked serious yet worried, but he gave Jo a small smile that Jo returned.
"Ah now, shall we start?" asked Dumbledore with a small smile. "Good. Now Jo, I would like to ask you, what happened on the train?"
Jo looked down at her empty goblet then back at the Headmaster. But she slowly said, "I heard my friends screaming in terror, sir."
It seemed to Jo that Dumbledore's eyes flashed angrily, but they looked sad again after a minute.
"Yes, Jo." He sighed heavily. "That is a grave matter, I'm afraid."
"Sir, what happened to them?" asked Jo, though she knew what the answer was.
Dumbledore's eyes were now sad and he sighed again. "They're dead, Jo."
Professor McGonagall let out a sob.
"They were such good students," She mumbled through her tears. "I-I can't believe there are inhumane people out there." She trailed away as she blew her nose on a satin handkerchief.
Jo swallowed and blinked. She looked at the man with the matted hair and he was looking down and fidgeting with his wizard hat. Jo shuddered.
"Polly, Frank, Alice, Bruno, and Jack.all gone." She muttered slowly.
"It was a terrible tragedy." Dumbledore sighed once again.
"Was it Voldemort?" asked Jo suddenly. Dumbledore nodded.
"But WHY?" asked Jo angrily, tears stinging her eyes. "WHY?"
"That, my girl," Dumbledore laid an aging hand on Jo's weak one. "Only time can tell."