* Chapter Seven *
Unanswered Questions
Harry woke up to find himself still at his desk. Professor Malfoy was standing right in front of him. A few Slytherins were giggling. "Is my class too boring for you, Potter?" he asked. "N-no sir," Harry managed to say. He was still scared from that dream. Was he really that tired to fall asleep? Which was part was real and which was not? The dementor was definitely not real, like the last dream. His scar started throbbing. "Go to your next class, Potter… and 30 points from Gryffindor. Remember to ask your friends for the homework," Professor Malfoy said. Harry gathered his supplies and left.
He had so many questions. I wish Dumbledore were here, Harry thought. But that was another question. Why was Dumbledore in the Great Hall? Did the Dark wizard know? That would mean that Dumbledore hadn't kept his part of deal and the Dark wizard would hurt the students of Hogwarts. Or was that Dumbledore at all? Was this all a dream? There were too many questions for Harry to think about. What class did Ron say was next? Defense Against The Dark Arts. Harry walked in to see Professor Flamel there. Everyone was all ready seated. Professor turned and smiled at Harry as he came in. Harry sat down next to Ron and Hermione. Professor Flamel must have let them save the spot because it was rare that he would get to sit next to both of his friends. Professor Flamel's lesson was very interesting. He talked to them about the Dark wizard that had threatened and made a deal with Dumbledore. He talked about how we would fight him if he tried to hurt us. By the end of class, no one was eager to leave. One reason was that the class had been interesting and exciting as well as informative. The second reason was that next was Divination. Although it was probably a different Professor, Professor Trelawney had made the class boring.
When they entered the classroom, it was decorated differently. They looked around to find the Professor and they saw Madame Malkin of Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions sitting with a crystal ball. "Welcome," she said in a mystic voice. "To my Divination lair. Please seat yourselves," Everyone did as they were told. Most of Madame Malkin's speeches weren't a lesson, but a welcoming. Everybody enjoyed it. It brought a new meaning to Divination. The next two classes weren't as bad as Potions and went pretty well. When it was lunchtime, they all went down to the Great Hall to eat. They all ate quickly because their next class was Astronomy. Usually this class wasn't bad. They walked into the classroom to find Professor Delacour. In his lesson, he talked a great deal about constellations. It seemed that he was fit for the job and very knowledgeable. They finished the class and moved on.
"This is it," Ron said from beside him. "What's it?" Harry asked. "Weren't you listening when I read the schedule?" "We're having a new class. Its called Muggle Studies. Now I can tell my dad the things I've read and learned," Ron said proudly. They entered the new classroom and saw a handsome man wearing a navy blue cloak standing at the front of the room. He was neither fat nor skinny and was probably in his late thirties. "Hello," he started by saying. "I'm sure that I will enjoy teaching Muggle Studies to you children very much. I'm Merton Malchin. Call me Professor Malchin," he said politely. "I study about Muggle inventions so that I can teach my discoveries to you," "Now, does anyone live with Muggle parents or relatives?" he asked everybody. A few people raised their hands. Including Harry and Hermione. "Great! You will be my helpers in class. In case I get something wrong, tell me because you may be more experienced with the Muggle inventions.
Now, you others who live with wizard and witches, don't be sad. Please don't feel left out. You will be learning like me," he said. All the students introduced themselves, with their names, family members, if they lived with Muggles, etc. Professor Malchin concluded the lesson by inviting them to his shop in Diagon Alley, Merton's Muggle Shop. He shook everybody's hand, recalling their names, as the students went by. It was finally time for dinner. The day had gone by fast and not many problems had come upon Harry and the others, unless you counted the dreams. Or were they dreams? The questions remained unanswered. Will they ever be answered? Harry asked himself. He walked with Hermione and Ron to the Great Hall. They found some spots to sit at the Gryffindor table. Nothing amazing happened while they were eating. They just mainly talked about their new Professors and Muggle Studies. After dinner, the girls and the boys went separate ways to their beds.
Harry was beginning to think that this was going to be a plain Hogwarts term this year. Just as Harry was beginning to fall asleep, he remembered about Sirius. He wondered where he was. Harry decided to go look for him, trying not to wake Ron. He wanted his friends to have a normal, plain Hogwarts day. Harry rummaged through his trunk, trying to find his invisibility cloak when he remembered that Sirius probably took it. He really wanted to see if Sirius was all right, so he went out alone. He walked around the common room as he called out Sirius's name. Maybe he thought that the girls' bedroom was a safe place to hide, Harry thought. He tiptoed through the girls' bedroom, saying Sirius' name quietly. No luck in the girls' bedroom, so Harry decided to go out into the hall. He made an excuse to the fat lady painting that the new Headmaster wanted to talk to him privately at night so no one would know.
He crept down the stairs to Professor Flamel's classroom to see if he was there. He would be sure to be able to find Sirius. After all, they were old best friends, weren't they? Harry finally was able to dart into Professor Flamel's classroom, trying to avoid Professor Malfoy or Peeves. Unfortunately, he was not there. Harry sat down. If Professor Flamel wasn't here, who could help him? Just then something rattled far back in the room. Harry turned around to see...
Unanswered Questions
Harry woke up to find himself still at his desk. Professor Malfoy was standing right in front of him. A few Slytherins were giggling. "Is my class too boring for you, Potter?" he asked. "N-no sir," Harry managed to say. He was still scared from that dream. Was he really that tired to fall asleep? Which was part was real and which was not? The dementor was definitely not real, like the last dream. His scar started throbbing. "Go to your next class, Potter… and 30 points from Gryffindor. Remember to ask your friends for the homework," Professor Malfoy said. Harry gathered his supplies and left.
He had so many questions. I wish Dumbledore were here, Harry thought. But that was another question. Why was Dumbledore in the Great Hall? Did the Dark wizard know? That would mean that Dumbledore hadn't kept his part of deal and the Dark wizard would hurt the students of Hogwarts. Or was that Dumbledore at all? Was this all a dream? There were too many questions for Harry to think about. What class did Ron say was next? Defense Against The Dark Arts. Harry walked in to see Professor Flamel there. Everyone was all ready seated. Professor turned and smiled at Harry as he came in. Harry sat down next to Ron and Hermione. Professor Flamel must have let them save the spot because it was rare that he would get to sit next to both of his friends. Professor Flamel's lesson was very interesting. He talked to them about the Dark wizard that had threatened and made a deal with Dumbledore. He talked about how we would fight him if he tried to hurt us. By the end of class, no one was eager to leave. One reason was that the class had been interesting and exciting as well as informative. The second reason was that next was Divination. Although it was probably a different Professor, Professor Trelawney had made the class boring.
When they entered the classroom, it was decorated differently. They looked around to find the Professor and they saw Madame Malkin of Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions sitting with a crystal ball. "Welcome," she said in a mystic voice. "To my Divination lair. Please seat yourselves," Everyone did as they were told. Most of Madame Malkin's speeches weren't a lesson, but a welcoming. Everybody enjoyed it. It brought a new meaning to Divination. The next two classes weren't as bad as Potions and went pretty well. When it was lunchtime, they all went down to the Great Hall to eat. They all ate quickly because their next class was Astronomy. Usually this class wasn't bad. They walked into the classroom to find Professor Delacour. In his lesson, he talked a great deal about constellations. It seemed that he was fit for the job and very knowledgeable. They finished the class and moved on.
"This is it," Ron said from beside him. "What's it?" Harry asked. "Weren't you listening when I read the schedule?" "We're having a new class. Its called Muggle Studies. Now I can tell my dad the things I've read and learned," Ron said proudly. They entered the new classroom and saw a handsome man wearing a navy blue cloak standing at the front of the room. He was neither fat nor skinny and was probably in his late thirties. "Hello," he started by saying. "I'm sure that I will enjoy teaching Muggle Studies to you children very much. I'm Merton Malchin. Call me Professor Malchin," he said politely. "I study about Muggle inventions so that I can teach my discoveries to you," "Now, does anyone live with Muggle parents or relatives?" he asked everybody. A few people raised their hands. Including Harry and Hermione. "Great! You will be my helpers in class. In case I get something wrong, tell me because you may be more experienced with the Muggle inventions.
Now, you others who live with wizard and witches, don't be sad. Please don't feel left out. You will be learning like me," he said. All the students introduced themselves, with their names, family members, if they lived with Muggles, etc. Professor Malchin concluded the lesson by inviting them to his shop in Diagon Alley, Merton's Muggle Shop. He shook everybody's hand, recalling their names, as the students went by. It was finally time for dinner. The day had gone by fast and not many problems had come upon Harry and the others, unless you counted the dreams. Or were they dreams? The questions remained unanswered. Will they ever be answered? Harry asked himself. He walked with Hermione and Ron to the Great Hall. They found some spots to sit at the Gryffindor table. Nothing amazing happened while they were eating. They just mainly talked about their new Professors and Muggle Studies. After dinner, the girls and the boys went separate ways to their beds.
Harry was beginning to think that this was going to be a plain Hogwarts term this year. Just as Harry was beginning to fall asleep, he remembered about Sirius. He wondered where he was. Harry decided to go look for him, trying not to wake Ron. He wanted his friends to have a normal, plain Hogwarts day. Harry rummaged through his trunk, trying to find his invisibility cloak when he remembered that Sirius probably took it. He really wanted to see if Sirius was all right, so he went out alone. He walked around the common room as he called out Sirius's name. Maybe he thought that the girls' bedroom was a safe place to hide, Harry thought. He tiptoed through the girls' bedroom, saying Sirius' name quietly. No luck in the girls' bedroom, so Harry decided to go out into the hall. He made an excuse to the fat lady painting that the new Headmaster wanted to talk to him privately at night so no one would know.
He crept down the stairs to Professor Flamel's classroom to see if he was there. He would be sure to be able to find Sirius. After all, they were old best friends, weren't they? Harry finally was able to dart into Professor Flamel's classroom, trying to avoid Professor Malfoy or Peeves. Unfortunately, he was not there. Harry sat down. If Professor Flamel wasn't here, who could help him? Just then something rattled far back in the room. Harry turned around to see...
