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"So . . . what was with the Sorting Hat's song?"

I looked up from my book to Myra, who was laying upside down on one of the blue couches in our Common Room. Danielle sat beside her, his long legs dangling over the arm of the couch while Michelle sat on the ground next to my armchair.

All three of them were staring at me now, waiting for an answer. I sighed, lifting my book back up. "Obviously it was a warning. Who would have thunk it?"

"Yeah but a warning about what?" Myra asked.

"You know perfectly well about what," I said. "Harry and Dumbledore have been trying to warn us since school let out in June."

The silence in the common room was overbearing. I looked up and saw my three friends all looked a bit awkward. I set my book down again. "Don't tell me you believe all that crackpot stuff they've been spouting in the Prophet have you?"

"My parents don't read the Prophet," Daniel said. "And I would be insane to tell them about some rampaging psychopath threatening to kill students at Hogwarts. They already hate the school. Dad thinks I was quote unquote 'Turned out' here. I tried to tell him that I was like this way before Hogwarts."

"The point is," Michelle said, interrupting Daniel to get back on track, "even if none of us get the papers you can't help but hear about all the rumors surrounding Dumbledore and Potter. I mean, come on. Dementors attack? Sounds like some kind of movie. And why, after fourteen years, would You-Know-Who just pop back into the world all of the sudden as if he's only just been playing hide-and-go-peek?"

"Michelle, out of all the things a person could lie about," I said, slowly, "why would it be that?"

"It does seem a little strange," Myra said.

"Does it?" I asked. "Think of all the things that's been happening lately. The whole thing with Quirrell that they tried to hide? The basilisk? Sirius Black breaking out? Harry and Cedric getting zapped away to God knows where only to have Cedric come back injured? It all has to mean something. I don't think Dumbledore and harry would lie about that stuff."

"Diggory's not going to be at all happy to hear that you're sticking up for that lunatic Potter."

We all looked up and I sighed once more. "Hello Everett."

Everett Thomas had to be one of the most annoying Ravenclaws I had ever had this misfortune to meet. How in the world the Sorting Hat allowed him in was beyond me. He had as much brain power as a tomato.

Why he was talking to me I would never know. Most of the Ravenclaws stuck to their own corner while my friends and I stuck to ours.

He scoffed, looking over his shoulder at his just as clueless friends. "Birds of a feather flock together I suppose. It would figure that you and your friends would follow after Potter."

"I believe Harry." I shook my head as Luna Lovegood joined the conversation. She would not help make our argument any stronger.

Everett and his friends laughed. "You would, Lovegood."

"Why is it so hard to believe that just maybe You-Know-Who's come back?" I said, getting to my feet. "Are you to afraid to admit it?"

"We've been living in peace too long now to have to deal with some lunatic running around spoutin' off rumors about Him coming back."

"Oh stuff it, Thomas," Daniel said. "You act as if you actually remember the first war. You couldn't have been older than what, two?"

"Oy, stuff a sock in it, bendo, no one was talking to you!"

Michelle, Myra, and I surged forward, wands out.

"Want to say that again, git?" Michelle said, lifting her wand so that it was up near Everett's neck.

"We don't tolerate that kind of talk in here," Myra said. "Ravenclaws are too smart and dignified to talk like that. Which you would know if you were actually meant to be one."

Everett's scowl deepened. "I just thought I'd let you lot know you'll get yours talking about You-Know-Who as if he actually came back. Heard that Umbridge ladies given it good to those who spout that garbage in her class."

With that, Everett and his gang left. Luna shrugged before hurrying back up to her dormitory. Myra, Michelle, and I looked at each other before looking to Daniel who was frowning. It was a rare occasion to ever see Daniel upset. Usually, he didn't give two rat's tails about what someone had to say about his 'sexual preferences' but I guess that had really stung.

"Aww, don't listen to him Daniel," Myra said, bouncing back over to the couch. "You're twice the man he is and then some."

"And you get more girls than he ever will," Michelle said, smirking.

Daniel forced a smile. "I'm alright. Everett – Everett's nothing than a monkey with a voice anyway. I'm fine really."

But it was easy to tell he wasn't by the way the silence continued for the rest of the night. I couldn't help but feel somewhat to blame. I missed the days when people left us alone. Now that I was dating Cedric, it was like everyone was always watching me and therefore, watching my friends. And now they'd be watching us more knowing I stood up for Harry.

"Evie?" I looked up to Daniel, who was watching me. He grinned. "This Potter kid better be right. Something tells me this is gonna be one heck of a year."

"No kidding," I said, smiling back.

"We're behind you, Evie," Myra said. "But only because of you. If you think Potter's telling the truth well, I guess he's telling the truth."

"If I find out that this is all some stupid hoax," Michelle started, threateningly.

"Trust me, it's not a hoax," I said, looking out the window. It was starting to get dark outside. "Cedric didn't come back to school, half-dead, for no reason. Something big is happening you guys. . . . And I have a feeling that we're going to be facing it pretty soon."

A/N: So third chapter. Hope you liked. 'Bendo' is supposed to mean homosexual in British slang. I hope I didn't offend anyone with the term. Thanks everyone for reading and come again. Oh and I figure that Harry probably wouldn't have told Evelyn about Sirius (not yet anyway) so she, in effect, still thinks that he is Voldemort's highest supporter. Alright, see you.