A/N: Someone said something about me getting a hold on Book Five; if only I did. Sigh. All the characters belong to her geniusness, J.K.Rowling. I'm not sure whether or not Romulus Lupin is hers, because the she created the last name and I bet that she has a Romulus in the later books. Um, it talks about Prefects and I don't know if I got it right. I made it so there were four fifth year Prefects. Thats the way I saw it, anyways. I scanned what was about them in the books and made my own assessment on it. And Dumbledore knows Hermione has a subscription to The Daily Prophet because he's Dumbledore.
Harry thought of something as he was trudging to Gryffindor Common Room - he hadn't been made a Prefect. It didn't matter to him, of course, but who were the new Prefects?
"Hermione, who are the new Prefects?" he turned to her.
"Me and Ron," she said and smiled devilishly, showing her now-perfect teeth.
"What?!?!" he exclaimed and stopped, causing a group of second years to collide with him and tumble to the floor.
"Er...we meant to tell you but it slipped our minds," apologized Ron, helping Harry up.
"Slipped your minds? How?" Ron shrugged and pulled out a Prefects badge from his pocket. It looked like Percy's, all bright and shiny with a large P engraved on the front.
"There's more than two to a house. Who else got in?" Harry persisted. Ron shrugged again. Harry stood, bewildered, leaning against a coat of arms.
"Harry, I'd like to have a word with you," Professor Dumbledore appeared beside him,"Come to my office immediatly. Very important. Won't take but a moment."
Still speechless, Harry mumbled a good-bye to his friends and followed Dumbledore. He really didn't look happy at all, but Harry was still reeling from the last five minutes and didn't notice.
* * *
Harry had been to Dumbledore's office only a few times before. It was behind a large statue of a gargoyle ('Sugar-Quills!) and up a large, winding staircase. There was a large fire roaring and the room felt comfortably warm.
Dumbledore sat down at his desk, and motioned Harry to sit across from him,"Something went amiss this summer, and this wasn't delivered to you." Dumbledore opened a drawer, pulled out something shiny and handed it to Harry. It was a Prefect Badge. Harry turned it over with shaking hands and saw a name inscribed on the back, 'Harry Potter'.
"I'm sure Ron will explain the duties to you.
"There's something else. This is hard for me to explain, Harry, its complicated business but, unfortunatly, you're in the middle of it." Harry knew he was talking about Lord Voldemort.
"I'll just get to the point. Cornelius Fudge was administered The Kiss by a Dementor earlier this evening."
Harry thought he was shocked before. It was nothing compared to now.
"How? What...How?" he spluttered, staring at Dumbledore with wide eyes.
"I fear Voldemort now has the Dementers under his power."
"But...but...Fudge? How did...they...get him?"
"We believe one of Voldemort's followers came into Fudge's office with a Dementer and, well..," Dumbledore trailed off.
Harry momentarily cleared his mind long enough to ask,"What time did it happen?"
Understanding, Dumbledore answered,"About 7:00 this evening. Your scar hurt about then, didn't it?" Harry nodded.
"Best you go back to bed," said Dumbledore, getting up and walking over to a black cupboard Harry knew contained a Penseive,"You've got lessons tomorrow. Hermione, I know, has a subscription to The Daily Prophet, it'll of course be in there."
Harry walked away in numb silence. When he got back to his Gryffindor dorms, he discovered Ron and the rest had gone to sleep already. Harry changed and lay down, and for the first time since the Tournament, he didn't dream about Cedric.
* * *
When he got up the next morning, all he could remember was the conversation with Dumbledore the night before. The others were up and downstairs already.
He dressed, reminding himself to pin the Prefect's badge to his hat, and sauntered into the Great Hall.
"You're awake!! And is that a Prefects Badge?" exclaimed Ron as Harry sat down beside him.
"Yeah, Dumbledore gave it to me last night," said Harry, in monotone,"That makes three Prefects. Who else is in?"
"Parvati Patil,"muttered Hermione,"It was between her, me, and Lavender, we're the only fifth year female Gryffindors." Ron winced, seeing as the Prefects spent almost all their time around each other. Harry poked at his bacon. He really didn't feel like eating; though he had considered Fudge a great blithering idiot, he couldn't rid the image of Fudge standing there, blank eyed, no emotion, while Voldemort laughed in the background...
"You alright, Harry?" asked Hermione, but she was interuppted by the owl post. Ron got a letter from Errol who teetered and fainted into his glass of milk, and Hermione got her Daily Prophet. Harry had written to Sirius only two days ago and didn't expect a letter for a while.
Hermione unfolded her paper and blanched,"Oh my God."
"What, I thought you had Rita Skeeter in a glass jar?" said Ron, leaning over. Hermione thrust the paper into their faces. It read;
SHOCKING NEWS! MINISTER FUDGE MURDERED BY DARK LORD!
Jolina Middlestock, reporter on scene, has horrible news. At about eight o'clock last night, Minister Cornelius Fudge was discovered dead in his office, the Dark Mark hanging above him.
The article continued on to talk about the chaos in the Ministry at the moment and the return of 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.'
"They got it wrong, again. He was given The Kiss by a Dementor," muttered Harry, staring at the paper.
Hermione went paler, if that was possible,"What?"
"Dumbledore told me last night. I wouldn't put it past them to yank the Dementors out of Azkaban, they're on Voldemort's side now," Harry said, voice shaking, yet almost relieved to get it out of his mouth. Ron was so shocked he didn't bother reminding Harry that he wasn't supposed to say the name.
At the Teacher's Table they looked nervous, scared even. Dumbledore stood up as Harry was explaining what he knew to Ron and Hermione.
"My dear students. Not all of you have a subscription to The Daily Prophet, and this is incredibly important," Dumbledore announced, his once twinkling eyes dark and without lustre,"Cornelius Fudge was killed yesterday." The Hall was silent. No one spoke, they all stared at Dumbledore. For the remainder of breakfast everyone soundless.
* * *
"He's got the Dementers, then," said Hermione on the way to Herbology. In the back of Harry's mind, a voice cackled,"The Dementors will join us...they are our natural allies...we will recall the banished giants..."
He had the Dementors, now he needed the giants.
Harry thought of something as he was trudging to Gryffindor Common Room - he hadn't been made a Prefect. It didn't matter to him, of course, but who were the new Prefects?
"Hermione, who are the new Prefects?" he turned to her.
"Me and Ron," she said and smiled devilishly, showing her now-perfect teeth.
"What?!?!" he exclaimed and stopped, causing a group of second years to collide with him and tumble to the floor.
"Er...we meant to tell you but it slipped our minds," apologized Ron, helping Harry up.
"Slipped your minds? How?" Ron shrugged and pulled out a Prefects badge from his pocket. It looked like Percy's, all bright and shiny with a large P engraved on the front.
"There's more than two to a house. Who else got in?" Harry persisted. Ron shrugged again. Harry stood, bewildered, leaning against a coat of arms.
"Harry, I'd like to have a word with you," Professor Dumbledore appeared beside him,"Come to my office immediatly. Very important. Won't take but a moment."
Still speechless, Harry mumbled a good-bye to his friends and followed Dumbledore. He really didn't look happy at all, but Harry was still reeling from the last five minutes and didn't notice.
* * *
Harry had been to Dumbledore's office only a few times before. It was behind a large statue of a gargoyle ('Sugar-Quills!) and up a large, winding staircase. There was a large fire roaring and the room felt comfortably warm.
Dumbledore sat down at his desk, and motioned Harry to sit across from him,"Something went amiss this summer, and this wasn't delivered to you." Dumbledore opened a drawer, pulled out something shiny and handed it to Harry. It was a Prefect Badge. Harry turned it over with shaking hands and saw a name inscribed on the back, 'Harry Potter'.
"I'm sure Ron will explain the duties to you.
"There's something else. This is hard for me to explain, Harry, its complicated business but, unfortunatly, you're in the middle of it." Harry knew he was talking about Lord Voldemort.
"I'll just get to the point. Cornelius Fudge was administered The Kiss by a Dementor earlier this evening."
Harry thought he was shocked before. It was nothing compared to now.
"How? What...How?" he spluttered, staring at Dumbledore with wide eyes.
"I fear Voldemort now has the Dementers under his power."
"But...but...Fudge? How did...they...get him?"
"We believe one of Voldemort's followers came into Fudge's office with a Dementer and, well..," Dumbledore trailed off.
Harry momentarily cleared his mind long enough to ask,"What time did it happen?"
Understanding, Dumbledore answered,"About 7:00 this evening. Your scar hurt about then, didn't it?" Harry nodded.
"Best you go back to bed," said Dumbledore, getting up and walking over to a black cupboard Harry knew contained a Penseive,"You've got lessons tomorrow. Hermione, I know, has a subscription to The Daily Prophet, it'll of course be in there."
Harry walked away in numb silence. When he got back to his Gryffindor dorms, he discovered Ron and the rest had gone to sleep already. Harry changed and lay down, and for the first time since the Tournament, he didn't dream about Cedric.
* * *
When he got up the next morning, all he could remember was the conversation with Dumbledore the night before. The others were up and downstairs already.
He dressed, reminding himself to pin the Prefect's badge to his hat, and sauntered into the Great Hall.
"You're awake!! And is that a Prefects Badge?" exclaimed Ron as Harry sat down beside him.
"Yeah, Dumbledore gave it to me last night," said Harry, in monotone,"That makes three Prefects. Who else is in?"
"Parvati Patil,"muttered Hermione,"It was between her, me, and Lavender, we're the only fifth year female Gryffindors." Ron winced, seeing as the Prefects spent almost all their time around each other. Harry poked at his bacon. He really didn't feel like eating; though he had considered Fudge a great blithering idiot, he couldn't rid the image of Fudge standing there, blank eyed, no emotion, while Voldemort laughed in the background...
"You alright, Harry?" asked Hermione, but she was interuppted by the owl post. Ron got a letter from Errol who teetered and fainted into his glass of milk, and Hermione got her Daily Prophet. Harry had written to Sirius only two days ago and didn't expect a letter for a while.
Hermione unfolded her paper and blanched,"Oh my God."
"What, I thought you had Rita Skeeter in a glass jar?" said Ron, leaning over. Hermione thrust the paper into their faces. It read;
SHOCKING NEWS! MINISTER FUDGE MURDERED BY DARK LORD!
Jolina Middlestock, reporter on scene, has horrible news. At about eight o'clock last night, Minister Cornelius Fudge was discovered dead in his office, the Dark Mark hanging above him.
The article continued on to talk about the chaos in the Ministry at the moment and the return of 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.'
"They got it wrong, again. He was given The Kiss by a Dementor," muttered Harry, staring at the paper.
Hermione went paler, if that was possible,"What?"
"Dumbledore told me last night. I wouldn't put it past them to yank the Dementors out of Azkaban, they're on Voldemort's side now," Harry said, voice shaking, yet almost relieved to get it out of his mouth. Ron was so shocked he didn't bother reminding Harry that he wasn't supposed to say the name.
At the Teacher's Table they looked nervous, scared even. Dumbledore stood up as Harry was explaining what he knew to Ron and Hermione.
"My dear students. Not all of you have a subscription to The Daily Prophet, and this is incredibly important," Dumbledore announced, his once twinkling eyes dark and without lustre,"Cornelius Fudge was killed yesterday." The Hall was silent. No one spoke, they all stared at Dumbledore. For the remainder of breakfast everyone soundless.
* * *
"He's got the Dementers, then," said Hermione on the way to Herbology. In the back of Harry's mind, a voice cackled,"The Dementors will join us...they are our natural allies...we will recall the banished giants..."
He had the Dementors, now he needed the giants.