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Chapter 10 The unexpected Black
The next day classes began again. The last thing anyone felt like doing was spending two hours on the grounds on a raw January morning, but Hagrid had provided a bonfire full of salamanders for their enjoyment, and they spent an unusually good lesson collecting dry wood and leaves to keep the fire blazing while the flame loving lizards scampered up and down the crumbling.
Harry and Ron would not talk to Hermoine as too the Firebolt incident. Rose and Neville tried to keep Hermoine as much company as they could do. Although hiding out in the Library was getting to Neville as Hermoine was starting to show signs of insanity with her ongoing speeches of how difficult the exams were going to be. Rose had told Neville to spend some time with their other classmates and friends so he wouldn't crack under the 'pressure'.
Hanging out with Hermoine meant more books and studying and less time for her and Justin sadly. He had joined them in their study session, but when Rose and Hermoine got in their study vibe, no one could follow that and he had kindly excused himself after three hours (which is insane, Rose thought when she went to bed that evening).
And then there was still her two week detention with Professor McGonnagle. She had to write lines endlessly, but luckily , she didn't ask about the incident. It was a well known fact that Harry's group of friends and Malfoy's group of friends, couldn't stand to be around each other. So it wasn't really surprising that Malfoy and Rose got into a fight, Professor McGonnagle probably was taking Malfoy's shouting about how everything went dark and cold to him being overdramatic.
Then there was her and Hermoine preparing for the trail. They had looked in several books of Hippogriff rights and law books to look up anything they could use. They even made cards for Hagrid to use at the trail and had made several versions of Rose's testimony but still hadn't decided which they both agreed on. Hermoine had asked her a lot of questions to prepare her and to keep her temper at a low point. As Rose's blood still began to boil when she thought of the whole thing.
Luckily there were a few stolen moments with Justin, when they could hang out at the Black lake or take walks around the corridors or even kiss a little. Although Rose's romantic moods were very low at the time.
As she finally walked into the common room after her last detention with McGonnagle she walked into Harry and Ron. "Hi Stranger!" Ron exclaimed.
"Hi Ron, Harry, how are you doing these days," she laughed. She couldn't remember the last time she talked to anyone else then Neville, Hermoine, Justin or McGonnagle.
"Fine," Harry mumbled smiling weakly
"Great!" Ron exclaimed grinning. "Thanks for knocking Malfoy in his face by the way. I would've liked to have seen it!" He dreamed away and mumbled a couple of evil things to himself while they walked up to the Gryffindor tower.
"Did you ever get those lessons from Professor Lupin?" Rose asked Harry. He seemed to lighten a little bit.
"Yes I've gotten some already, he is teaching me the Patronus charm."
"What's that?" Rose asked curiously. Harry began explaining it, and when he was done they were just walking into the common room. They sat down by the fire and began talking about Gryffindor's chances to win the House cup and the other Gryffindors quickly joined in and Wood stumbled in looking a bit bewildered.
"Bad news, Harry. I've just been to see Professor McGonagall about the Firebolt. She.. er…got a bit mad with me. Told me I'd got my priorities wrong. Seemed to think I cared more about winning the Cup than I do about you staying alive. Just because I told her I didn't care if it threw you off, as long as you caught the Snitch first. " Wood shook his head in disbelief. "Honestly, the way she was yelling at me... You'd think I'd said something terrible... Then I asked her how much longer she was going to keep it." He screwed up his face and imitated Professor McGonagall's strict voice. " 'As long as necessary, Wood'... I reckon it's time you ordered a new broom, Harry. There's an order form at the back of Which Broomstick... You could get a Nimbus Two Thousand and One, like Malfoy's got. "
"I'm not buying anything Malfoy thinks is good, " said Harry flatly. Ron and Rose nodded in agreement but Wood just looked like he was desperate. "I will take look at it." Harry sighed. When the commotion faded Rose saw Hermoine entering with about six big books in her arms and then sitting down at an abandoned table in the back of the common room.
"Do you guys maybe…er… thought about giving Hermoine a break?" Rose asked severe.
The boys looked annoyed but a bit uneasy at the same time. "No," Ron mumbled after a minute.
"She meant well!" Rose said angrily. "And she could use her two best mates right now, she is drowning in schoolwork."
The boys said nothing and went on their own business as Rose rolled her eyes and wished them a good night.
But there was a change when she saw Harry walking a few days later with the Firebolt in his hands. "You got it back!" she asked smiling.
"Yup!" Harry said with a smirk. "McGonnagle said they couldn't find anything! Imagine Malfoy's face!"
Rose had a good daydream about that very fact and Ron was having one as well when they ran into him. Rose, Harry and Ron began making up different scenes about Malfoy and his reaction all the way to the common room when they saw Neville pleading Sir Cadogon for entrance to the tower.
"Neville? I thought you wrote them all down?" Rose asked surprised.
Neville nodded tearfully. "I did! I must have dropped them somewhere!"
Rose patted him on the back. "Doesn't matter, Oddsbodykins."
Sir Cadogon bowed for her as they entered the tower. Whole Gryffindor surrounded them wanting to take even just a small peek at the Firebolt. After all the commotion went away Rose saw Harry and Ron walking up to Hermoine's 'table' and talk to her.
"I think they're finally going to talk," Rose said satisfied to Neville while they took a seat at the window. "Do you remember where you last had the passwords?"
"I think at Herbology," Neville replied. "That's where Seamus asked me one of them."
"Well give me a parchment I'll write them down for you again, don't lose them this time!"
"I won't I won't," Neville pleaded with relief.
Suddenly as Rose was writing a strangled yell came and the common room was silent. Ron came done dragging a sheet with him that had some parculiar stains on it. It looked like… "BLOOD!" Ron yelled looking like a maniac at Hermoine. "AND YOU KNOW WHAT I FOUND ON THE FLOOR!"
"N-No," Hermoine said in a trembling voice.
"HAIR!" he threw some sort of long ginger hair on her books. "SCABBERS IS GONE! BLOOD ON THE SHEETS AND YOUR INSANE CATS HAIR ON THE FLOOR! WHAT DOES THAT TELL YOU!?"
Rose swallowed. She knew exactly what it meant.
The whole school took notice of the break between Ron and Hermoine. It was a devastating sight to see and when Rose saw Hermoine taken her anger out on Harry who tried to point out that Crookshanks was the one who must have eaten Scabbers. All the evidence pointed that way. But Hermoine wouldn't hear someone talking bad against her cat and Rose decided too side with her in anyway. They needed to prepare the trail anyway so it was quickly on the back of Rose's mind.
A few weeks later the match for Ravenclaw and Gryffindor came up. They had won! And the victory was even more sweet as Harry had conjured half a patronus at what seemed to have been Death Eaters. He hugged her and was ecstatic about the fight off but Rose soon muttered to him, still smiling, that it had been Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Marcus Flint who portrait to be Dementors. He wasn't in the least sad about it and they all went back to the tower were Fred and George had made preparations for a party.
It was like they had already won the Cup as the party went on for hours. Rose and Neville danced the whole night together being also ecstatic with the good forsights on winning the House Cup.
Fred and George seemed to have unlimited resources on snacks and Butterbeer. "How did they get all the food and drinks here?" Rose exclaimed to Katie.
"I don't know, they just always do!" Katie shrugged while she pulled Fabian towards the dancing people. Rose grinned at her flushed cousin as he jumped up and down with his girlfriend.
Suddenly Rose heard Ron say rather loud, "If Scabbers hadn't just been eaten he could have had some of those Fludge Flies He used to really like him!" It was obviously meant for Hermoine to hear as she closed her book and ran upstairs to their dorm.
"Merlin Ron!" Rose smacked him on the head. "Grow some tact!" And she ran after Hermoine. The boy hasn't got a braincell in his head. Rose thought while she angrily tried to comfort a sobbing Hermoine.
Rose's dreams were pleasant as she dreamed of the Forest behind her uncle's house. Every member of their family was there. Her mother, Fabian, uncle Aeron, grandfather Albus and grandpa Aberforth. They all seemed to be on some sort of hunt for pieces of a puzzle. Rose ran with her grandfather Albus through the slightly bushed path as they found one remarkably shaped piece. Her grandfather just played with a lemon drop and she laughed as they made their way for...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH NOOOOOOOO!"
Rose sat up, and fought with her sheets and the curtains around the bed before she fell of it. The same had happened to Lavender who was growling and trying to get out.
"What was that!?" Parvati sat up in bed.
Rose pulled the sheets of off her. "I don't know someone screamed." She replied with a severe look in her eyes.
Hermoine was up already and stood up too. "Let's go and find out!" She had a confused look in her eyes, which wasn't like her at all and they opened the door on which behind they heard the commotion.
"I'm telling you it was him!" Ron shouted. All the third year boys were downstairs as were Percy and McGonnagle.
Different boys and girls from all the years were coming out of their dormitory's as well.
"Enough is enough already!" Professor McGonnagle seemed furious. "I am delighted Gryffindor won but this is getting ridiculous! Percy I expected more from you!"
Rose listened with wide interest. Something weird was going on.
"I certainly did not authorize this Professor, My brother, Ron had a nightmare and…"
"IT WASN'T A NIGHTMARE," Ron yelled. "PROFESSOR I WOKE UP, AND SIRIUS BLACK WAS STANDING OVER ME HOLDING A KNIFE!"
Silent was spread over the common room and Rose took Hermoine's hand.
Don't be ridiculous, Weasley, how could he possibly have gotten through the portrait hole?"
"Ask him!" said Ron, pointing a shaking finger at the back of Sir Cadogan's picture.
"Ask him if he saw… "Glaring suspiciously at Ron, Professor McGonagall pushed the Portrait back open and went outside. The whole common room listened with holding breath.
"Sir Cadogan, did you just let a man enter Gryffindor Tower?"
"Certainly, good lady!" cried Sir Cadogan. There was a stunned silence, both inside and outside the common room.
"You…you did?" said Professor McGonagall. "But-but the password!"
"He had them!" said Sir Cadogan proudly. "Had the whole week's, my lady! Read them off a little piece of paper!"
Professor McGonagall pulled herself back through the portrait hole to face the stunned crowd. She was white as chalk. "Which person, " she said, her voice shaking, "which abysmally foolish person wrote down this week's passwords and left them lying around?"
Rose knew it, she knew it before Neville, trembling from head to toe, raised his hand slowly into the air.