Chapter 6 Harry
Dear Journal,
We were busted. Whole. Losing 50 points from three people each, we are soo going to lose the house cup! But we might have something to win. the Quidditch Cup! Quidditch starts in November this year, which is in a while, but we still have a chance. It's September right now! Hurray!
"The start of a new season," said Hermione, looking at the bewitched ceiling. "The smell in the air smells so rich-"
"Hermione-we're in the hall right now! How can you smell anything but kids in here?" asked Ron, breaking Hermione's little daydream.
"Ron, it's a figure of speech!" cried Hermione. "Now if you weren't so realistic, you would know by now!" Ron gave me a look like: "She's the one who has always been realistic."
"I can smell it too," I decided to side with Hermione. She was right. Ron was being over realistic.
"Harry!" snorted Ron, and he got up. He wandered off somewhere, even if it was in the middle of the being of Season Feast.
"Ron!" I called after him. Ron shot me a look of anger, and then walked out of the hall. And I just thought he was going to move seats. But where is he going! I thought.
Hermione looked at me, her eyes dancing. She leaned on my shoulder.
I whispered into her ear, 'I love you too, Hermione." Before Hermione could say anything, Dumbledore had clapped his hands.
"As you know, fall has just started! And now, we look upon the grounds as a new day, a new season, a new month!" McGonagall stood up.
"Now," she began. "As the leaves begin to fall, we must choose the most troublesome kids in the school to rake the lawn-" Everyone shot glances at Fred and George. "For two months."
"Who is it?" everyone was mumbling.
"Who-there is 5 of them! Starting tomorrow, all the kids who have been chosen, must rake one side of the lawn. I will group you kids up tomorrow. 3 kids rake one side, and two the other. Clear?" Everyone nodded nervously.
"Now, the kids are-" My stomach churned. "Fred and George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger."
Hermione's head shot up. "I got all good grades, and I am not that troublesome," she groaned. Seamus had leapt up.
'Professor! Two things, Hermione is not a troublesome girl. She gets good grades and like never breaks the rules-Two, where is Ron Weasley?"
"Why, Seamus," cried McGonagall. "Isn't he at the table?!"
I leapt up. "He left! I saw him leave!" I blurted out. "He left the hall!" I definetely didn't want to get Ron in trouble, but this was the only way he wouldn't get hurt or lost. What if he left Hogwarts? What if he got hurt?
McGonagall signaled Dumbledore, and both of them walked toward me and Hermione.
"Where did he go?' McGonagall asked.
"That way," Hermione and I said in unison, and I pointed down the hall and out the double doors.
* * * * * * Now all the teachers had scrambled out of the hall. Everyone had left, including the kids, except for Hermione and I.
"Harry!" cried Hermione. "I wonder where Ron is-and I do worry about his attitude-walking away from his problems-"
"But Hermione-" I interrupted. "The only thing I wonder is-where is he? And he has caused the whole Hogwarts to be very protective of their students now. And now all the attention has spotted on him-that's it! He just wanted attention!"
"Harry, do stop thinking like that. He is not like that-'
"In second year or third year-I can't remember which, but he was mad at me because I actually was paid attention to!" I cried.
"Well, Harry, I gotta go study some things. Okay?" She kissed me on the cheek, and left. Kissing me on the cheek isn't as good as lips, but it is a start.
Dear Journal,
We were busted. Whole. Losing 50 points from three people each, we are soo going to lose the house cup! But we might have something to win. the Quidditch Cup! Quidditch starts in November this year, which is in a while, but we still have a chance. It's September right now! Hurray!
"The start of a new season," said Hermione, looking at the bewitched ceiling. "The smell in the air smells so rich-"
"Hermione-we're in the hall right now! How can you smell anything but kids in here?" asked Ron, breaking Hermione's little daydream.
"Ron, it's a figure of speech!" cried Hermione. "Now if you weren't so realistic, you would know by now!" Ron gave me a look like: "She's the one who has always been realistic."
"I can smell it too," I decided to side with Hermione. She was right. Ron was being over realistic.
"Harry!" snorted Ron, and he got up. He wandered off somewhere, even if it was in the middle of the being of Season Feast.
"Ron!" I called after him. Ron shot me a look of anger, and then walked out of the hall. And I just thought he was going to move seats. But where is he going! I thought.
Hermione looked at me, her eyes dancing. She leaned on my shoulder.
I whispered into her ear, 'I love you too, Hermione." Before Hermione could say anything, Dumbledore had clapped his hands.
"As you know, fall has just started! And now, we look upon the grounds as a new day, a new season, a new month!" McGonagall stood up.
"Now," she began. "As the leaves begin to fall, we must choose the most troublesome kids in the school to rake the lawn-" Everyone shot glances at Fred and George. "For two months."
"Who is it?" everyone was mumbling.
"Who-there is 5 of them! Starting tomorrow, all the kids who have been chosen, must rake one side of the lawn. I will group you kids up tomorrow. 3 kids rake one side, and two the other. Clear?" Everyone nodded nervously.
"Now, the kids are-" My stomach churned. "Fred and George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger."
Hermione's head shot up. "I got all good grades, and I am not that troublesome," she groaned. Seamus had leapt up.
'Professor! Two things, Hermione is not a troublesome girl. She gets good grades and like never breaks the rules-Two, where is Ron Weasley?"
"Why, Seamus," cried McGonagall. "Isn't he at the table?!"
I leapt up. "He left! I saw him leave!" I blurted out. "He left the hall!" I definetely didn't want to get Ron in trouble, but this was the only way he wouldn't get hurt or lost. What if he left Hogwarts? What if he got hurt?
McGonagall signaled Dumbledore, and both of them walked toward me and Hermione.
"Where did he go?' McGonagall asked.
"That way," Hermione and I said in unison, and I pointed down the hall and out the double doors.
* * * * * * Now all the teachers had scrambled out of the hall. Everyone had left, including the kids, except for Hermione and I.
"Harry!" cried Hermione. "I wonder where Ron is-and I do worry about his attitude-walking away from his problems-"
"But Hermione-" I interrupted. "The only thing I wonder is-where is he? And he has caused the whole Hogwarts to be very protective of their students now. And now all the attention has spotted on him-that's it! He just wanted attention!"
"Harry, do stop thinking like that. He is not like that-'
"In second year or third year-I can't remember which, but he was mad at me because I actually was paid attention to!" I cried.
"Well, Harry, I gotta go study some things. Okay?" She kissed me on the cheek, and left. Kissing me on the cheek isn't as good as lips, but it is a start.