Friday passed fairly quickly. Before he even realized it was time, Ron and Hermione had bid him good-bye and left for Hogsmeade.
To his despair, Harry realized he was the only Gryffindor fifth year not in the long line of students waiting to be checked off the list. As Professor McGongall reached the end of the list, she looked over at Harry. He was the lone fifth year at the Gryffindor table.
"Not joining us this time, Potter?"
"No, Professor. I'm staying here."
"All right, everyone, let's go." Professor McGongall led the group of third, fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh years out to the carriages that were waiting for them.
Harry looked down the Gryffindor table. A few sixth and seventh years were there, bored with the whole Hogsmeade idea. All the second and the first years were wistfully watching their senior years and talking about what Hogsmeade must be like. Harry smiled. He saw Christine sitting alone and quickly looked away.
This was going to be a long weekend.
******************************************************************************************** That Saturday, Harry remembered he said he would check Dumbledore's office. Grabbing the invisibility cloak from under his bed, just for safety's sake, Harry set off. It was a very dull, rainy day. The torches were alight in the halls, casting an eerie light on the dark corridors. He was very much alone in the hallway. Hogwarts was never too crowded on Hogsmeade weekends.
Eventually finding his way to the goblin that guarded Dumbledore's office, he realized he would have to guess what the password was. Tucking the cloak under his robes, he decided he'd give the old password a try.
"Cockroach Cluster?" He said hopefully.
Not to his surprise, nothing happened.
"Fine. All right…er…"
"It's phoenix feather." A voice said from behind him.
It was Christine, looking rather nervously at him.
"How did you know that?"
"I had to speak with Dumbledore about playing on the Quidditch team as a first year. I heard Professor McGongall say it while she was taking me up there. "
The goblin had slowly gone to the side. Harry started to head up the revolving staircase when he saw Christine was following him.
"What are you doing?" Harry spun around, hoping desperately no teacher was coming.
"Well, why do you need to go up to the office? I know it's none of my business…" She looked a little embarrassed.
"You're right, it is none of your business. Now, go away before someone comes and sees me!" Harry said desperately, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.
She looked a little hurt, but left nonetheless. Harry slipped the invisibility cloak over his head as he slowly went up the staircase. He hoped Dumbledore wasn't in his office.
Harry tried to shake off the twinge of guilt in his stomach. Dumbledore had trusted him even when no one else would. He felt badly going behind his back like this.
Now he had reached the entrance. Taking a deep breath, Harry pressed his ear up against the door. He couldn't hear anyone. Tentatively putting his hand on the doorknob, he slowly turned it and pushed open the door. No one was in there. Letting out a huge sigh of relief, he stepped in and started toward the silver file cabinet that was covered with beautiful engravings. Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix, looked around suspiciously. Harry wondered if Fawkes could see straight through his cloak. He certainly had other extraordinary abilities. But Fawkes just let out a small squawk and went back to preening his beautiful red feathers.
Harry knew he had to hurry. Dumbledore might be back at any moment. Quickly opening the first filing cabinet drawer, he looked anxiously at the dividers. This seemed to hold Hogwart's student's files. Opening the next one, he let out a triumphant, "Ah-ha!"
It was all the teachers. He quickly pushed past Avery, Casptone, Flitwick, Hagrid and Hooch. Finally, he pulled out the file labeled Lupin, Remus.
Pulling it open, he pushed past the pages and picture to a page simply labeled:
History
Before coming to a teaching position at Hogwarts, Remus Lupin was a student here in the Gryffindor house. At the young age of fourteen, Remus unfortunately
Wasbitby a werewolf, therefore becoming one himself.
He was a very good student who performed admirably in all of his classes. When he would turn into a werewolf, I allowed him to go to the Shrieking Shack until he turned back. The Whomping Willow was planted to prevent anyone from going after Remus to the Shrieking Shack when he was in a very dangerous state. The passage under the Whomping Willow led Remus to the Shrieking Shack. Remus was good friends with James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew during his years at Hogwarts. He has taken the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position at Hogwarts. Remus will take a special potion made by Severus Snape that prevents him from turning into a werewolf, but is still required to leave a day before a full moon and come back a day after.
Remus Lupin has never been married or had any children.
There was more written, and Harry was anxious to keep reading, but just then, Dumbledore stepped into his office. Harry froze, horror making his heart feel like exploding. Dumbledore saw the open file, and his wrinkled forehead was furrowed. Walking over with Fawkes on his shoulder, he looked curiously around.
Harry was slowly backing around, clutching the file under his cloak. He was working very hard at not making a sound. Dumbledore was standing about two feet from him. Harry saw the open office door and started slowly, silently towards it. His heart was pounding so hard that he was sure Dumbledore must have heard him. Dumbledore was looking very oddly at the files. Then, Dumbledore pulled open one of his desk drawers and held up what looked like a very odd magnifying glass. It was light blue glass and was surrounded by highly polished silver. Dumbledore was looking through it with concentration, and then said calmly:
"I believe I'll be wanting that back, Harry."
Harry froze. How could Dumbledore possibly have seen him?
"Please take off that cloak and return that file to me."
Harry suddenly felt like running for it. But he knew that probably wouldn't work very well. Reluctantly, he pulled the cloak off his head.
He and Dumbledore just looked at each other for a moment. Not really knowing what to do, he slowly handed the file to Dumbledore and started off towards the open door.
"Thank you, Harry. Oh, and your detention is at 8:00 on Sunday evening. Meet me at my office for supplies. I believe you already know the password. The suits of armor need polishing-all of them." Dumbledore wasn't smiling.
"Yes, sir." Harry muttered, trudging out.
This was terrible. Harry had never had Dumbledore angry with him. He was slowly feeling more and more cut off from everyone he had always relied on. First Lupin, now Dumbledore. And Ron and Hermione wouldn't be back until Monday. Harry's heart was very heavy as he headed back to the Gryffindor common room. He said the password to the Fat Lady's picture and entered the practically empty common room. To his disappointment, he saw Christine sitting there.
"Hello, Harry." She said rather stiffly.
"Christine, if you hadn't wasted all that time by following me, I would've been in and out of there before Dumbledore came back!" Harry felt the anger within him slowly escalating.
"You got caught? By Dumbledore?" She looked horrified.
"Yes, I did! And, thanks to you Christine, the two people I trusted more than anyone now both hate me! How can you just come here
and-"
"Harry, shut up! Just shut up and listen! I'm sorry for all that, all right? Can't we just forget about it and be friends! I hate this! I hate you not talking to me! I thought of everyone at Hogwarts, Harry Potter would be the person I would look up to, that I could always count on and now-"
"How do you know me? I've never met you!"
"Haven't you, Harry? Think back and maybe it'll finally get through to you!" She was purple in the face now.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
But Christine had stormed off through the portrait hole. Harry was a little slow in reacting, but finally thought to go after her.
"Christine, what do you mean?" He bellowed, she was already half-way down the hall.
"Harry, forget it all right. I don't know what I was saying. Just forget it and let's be friends." She looked up at him hopefully.
Harry was hurrying down the hall to catch up.
"All right, Christine. Okay. We can be friends. But only if you tell me what you were talking about."
"Harry, how many times do I have to tell you? I can't! I'm not even so sure I know everything myself. Just, please, let it go." Her big dark eyes were pleading.
Harry was trying to decide if he could just let it go. But one look at her innocent, honest face and his decision was made.
"Okay, Christine." He said quietly.
Her entire face light up and she threw her arms around his neck.
"Thank you, Harry!" She sounded so happy Harry couldn't help but smile.
They walked down to the Great Hall together just as dinner was about to start. It was a little strange sitting with all the first and second years, but they were eventually joined by a few sixth and seventh years. It was actually quite fun now that he and Christine were friends again.
Even though he had detention the next day, Harry didn't feel as upset as he thought he would. Ron and Hermione would be coming back the next day and Dumbledore actually was much less severe than he had expected. It was going to be all right. Everything was going to be fine.
On Sunday, Harry woke up very early and decided to go visit Hagrid after eating. Harry ate very quickly. Just as he was walking outside, he remembered his promise to Hermione. Letting out a great sigh of frustration, he quickly searched for someone who would go with him. He saw Ginny Weasley just getting up from her breakfast.
"Ginny!" He called.
She looked around, and looked very surprised when she saw who had said her name. In a moment, she was right at his side.
"Yes?"
"Would you walk down with me to Hagrid's cabin? I don't really want to go by myself." He would've been embarrassed telling anyone else this, but Ginny was remembering everything he had told her.
"Of course, Harry."
And they set off together for Hagrid's cabin. It was another dreary day, and the clouds were a dark gray. Ginny pulled her black cloak closer around her shoulders, shivering.
"It's really cold today." She commented awkwardly.
Harry didn't answer. Something looked strange about Hagrid's cabin. There were no lights on and he didn't see Fang in the window as they approached.
"What is it, Harry?" Ginny looked at him curiously.
"It's just…something looks kind of strange." Harry was now walking more quickly.
Reaching the front door, he banged his fist anxiously on it.
"Hagrid! Hagrid, it's Harry!" He called.
There was no answer. No usual barking from Fang. Something was terribly wrong. Pulling one of the windows open, Harry climbed in. Ginny didn't say anything, just followed after him. Harry let his eyes adjust to the dim light. A goblet was turned over on the table. He looked over in the back room. None of Hagrid's things were there.
"Harry, come look at this!" Ginny called suddenly.
Harry dashed over, and looked over her shoulder at the letter that was left on the counter.
Hagrid,
It is time to for you and Madame Maxime to perform the task we have
put off all summer. I didn't think times had become so urgent, but ,
indeed, they have. Voldemort is starting to send word out to his old
followers and the giants must be made allies. I know this is enormous
responsibility, but I have complete faith that you can complete it.
I must ask that you leave immediately. I have spoken with Fleur and
she will be taking over your position as Care of Magical Creatures
professor. Everything is under control here, Hagrid. Do not worry
yourself with things that are taken care of. You have a much more
important responsibility in front of you. Please keep in touch and
tell me how things are playing out. You will be sorely missed in your
absence, but this is your duty and you must complete it.
Albus Dumbledore
Harry and Ginny looked at each other, shocked. Hagrid was gone. And he hadn't even said good-bye. Harry felt a strange lump in his throat, and slowly set the letter back on the table.
"I'm terribly sorry, Harry." Ginny said quietly.
Harry's eyes were burning. Frustrated with himself for getting so emotional, his sadness quickly turned to anger.
"Are you all right?" Her voice sounded very nervous, watching for his reaction.
"Yeah, Ginny, I'm fine. What would be wrong?" He snapped sarcastically.
She looked surprised. He never talked to her like this.
"Look, Harry, Hagrid has to do this, don't you understand?"
"Ginny, go away!"
Ginny was getting fed up.
"Oh stop being so immature, Harry! Honestly, I know things have been weird lately, okay? But taking it out on everyone else like this isn't what you should be doing. Voldemort's the one who's doing this, not us. Not your friends. So stop treating us like we're the enemy."
Harry looked up at her with surprise. He had never heard a Weasley say Voldemort's name like that. And even though Ginny looked a little surprised that she had said this to him, he realized it was exactly what he needed to hear. This wasn't Hagrid's fault. Once again, Harry realized that everything bad in his life somehow led back to the person who had ruined it to begin with.
"You're right, Ginny. I'm sorry." Harry was so full of confusing emotions right now that he just wanted to get out of the cabin. Memories were flooding his brain like a dizzyingly fast movie.
He hurried off to the common room as a light rain began to fall. Dripping rain on the beautiful marble entrance, he suddenly ran into a very distressed looking Fleur.
"Hello, 'arry." She looked strangely distant, as though a million things were on her mind.
"Hey, Fleur."
"You do not know where it is zat Hagrid has left all ze instructions for ze next couple of weeks, do you?"
"No, sorry."
"Well, zat is just perfect! I do not know what I am to do! Just told zis Friday zat Hagrid was leaving! Been absolutely insane trying to pull everything together wizout him! I am a failure!" Big wet tears were spilling down Fleur's pale cheeks.
Harry just looked at her, trying to think of something comforting to say. He felt pretty horrible about Hagrid being gone as well, so nothing was coming to mind.
"Good-bye, 'arry! I will have to go sort zis out!" With those words, Fleur dashed off into the rain.
Harry had never felt so completely alone as he trudged up the stairs. He needed to find Christine, find a little sanity. To his surprise, she was waiting for him in the common room.
"Harry, Professor McGongall just came up and told all of us that Hagrid's gone." She obviously thought he hadn't heard.
"I know. But it's okay. I know he'll be fine." Harry was saying this more to himself than Christine.
"How did you know?"
"Went down to Hagrid's cabin. He wasn't there. This'll be a nasty shock for Ron and Hermione." Harry had just remembered that they hadn't heard about Hagrid leaving. The thought of telling them made him feel sick to his stomach.
The rest of the day seemed to drag endlessly on. Finally, it was 7:55. Nearly time for his detention. In a strange way, Harry had been looking forward to it. It seemed like it would at least distract him a bit from everything that was going on. He trudged up towards Dumbledore's office, muttering "phoenix feather" to the goblin.
The revolving staircase had him up to the entrance quickly. He knocked, and entered. Dumbledore was sitting at his office, looking wearily at a stack of papers before him. He looked up when Harry stepped into the room.
"Hello, Harry."
"Hello, Professor." Harry was pleased to see that Dumbledore didn't look angry. He just looked exhausted.
He pushed the box of cleaning supplies that was on his desk towards Harry with a flick of his wand. Harry took it by the handle.
"Sir, could-could I at least explain why I came up to your office?"
"Harry, I know exactly why you came up to my office. You're wondering about the first year, Christine Hartsook. You're wondering how she and Professor Lupin have ever met. That's why you came up to my office to see if Professor Lupin had ever had any children. I understand Harry. It's only natural you'd want to solve this for yourself. But all I can tell is that you have many more important things to be thinking about. Your worst, most deadly enemy is claiming many lives, Harry. And you are the only known person who can defeat him. Many more innocent people will die before he is vanquished. I think you should be enjoying every moment that you're given with the people you love because you could wake up the next day and they could be gone forever. So, instead of worrying about the past, Harry, treasure the moments that you're given here and now. The past is gone. Stop trying to solve everything that's happened because it won't change anything. That's my advice to you, Harry. Now get to cleaning." And Dumbledore resumed his position of looking at the papers on his desk with a furrowed brow.
Harry wondered if he should say anything else. Deciding against it, he silently left the office, deep in thought. He really wanted to see Ron and Hermione again. He hoped they were both okay. It was starting to really sink in how serious the Voldemort situation was getting. He just wanted his friends back here again, where they were safe.
Cleaning the armor was a very, very dull job. But Harry didn't really mind. His mind was going so fast he wasn't even really thinking about what he was doing. The only interesting moment came when Peeves leaped out of one of them.
"AAAHHH!" Harry jumped about four feet back, his heart thudding out of his chest.
Peeves cackled insanely, whacking Harry sharply on the back of the head and flying off. When Harry's breathing returned to normal, he resumed work. He had reached the second floor rows of armor when he heard loud voices from down below. Everyone was returning from Hogsmeade. He smiled, wanting to go downstairs to see them.
But he decided to finish up and then go downstairs. Working much faster, Harry was nearly done with the second floor when the pounding of many feet sounded up the staircase. Oh no. He thought to himself. Just what he needed, everyone to see what he was doing and ask why. Pushing the supplies behind a suit of armor with one foot, he dashed into the first door he saw.
To his absolute horror, it was the girl's bathroom. He couldn't exactly come out now. Everyone was in the hallway, and he would look a little strange just coming out of a girl's bathroom. But he couldn't really stay in either. Ducking into a stall, Harry hoped for the best.
Soon, Harry could see two pairs of feet entering. Securely locking his door, he didn't make a sound. It didn't take long for Harry to place one pair of feet and the distinctive voice. It was Cho Chang, accompanied by one of her friends. Panic made him feel weak in the knees.
If she discovered Harry in here, what would she think? Harry could feel sweat beading on his forehead. He pressed himself up against one of the walls, glad he was wearing very inconspicuous shoes.
Cho and her friend were laughing to each other and talking in very low voices.
"Rather glad that Harry didn't join us this weekend. I like him fine, and he obviously likes me, but…I don't know, I'm just not ready to be in another relationship. I'm still getting over Cedric, you know?"
Cho's friend let out a quiet sigh.
"Cho, everyone misses Cedric. But it must be especially hard for you."
"Well, I'm not saying I'm counting Harry out for good, just not now. Not anytime soon. I just wish he would leave me alone.
Let's go."
Cho and her friend left.
Harry stood in shock. He understood what she was saying, but he still felt stupid and embarrassed. He stepped out of the stall and looked at himself in the mirror. Big green eyes surrounded by round black glasses stared back at him. He was medium height, a little skinny.
But he wasn't that bad. Nothing next to Cedric, he thought bitterly. Feeling extremely hurt, he sort of
forgot where he was.
Suddenly, the door opened again. Harry whipped around in horror.
To his immense relief, it was Hermione.
"Harry! What-is there some reason you're in the girl's bathroom!!" She looked shocked.
"It's a long story. Is anyone else out there?"
"Just Ron."
"Oh, good." Harry gladly stepped out of the bathroom while Hermione just laughed and stepped into a stall.
Ron was looking at him with raised eyebrows.
"Er, Harry, why-"
Harry cut him off.
"Long story. Look, I have a lot to tell both of you. But we need to wait for Hermione. How was Hogsmeade?"
Ron stiffened slightly.
"Not great. One crazy Death Eater. It was really terrible. Some seventh year Muggle-born is in the hospital ward now. She was by herself in one of the alleys a little before we left, and a Death Eater found her. He did the Cruciatus curse. Twice. She's a mess. Poor Fudge. He's having to try and put a team of Aurors together as quickly as possible. I think Professor McGongall walked into the alley while it was happening. She stunned him, and a dementor apparated down to Hogsmeade and-did, you know, what they do. The Minister of Magic still hasn't removed them from Azkaban like Dumbledore asked. I don't think anyone's going to Hogsmeade again this year. You should be glad you didn't come, Harry. Everyone's pretty shaken up. Especially the Ravenclaws. She was one of them."
Not Cho, apparently. Harry thought bitterly to himself.
Just then, Hermione stepped out.
"Did you tell him?"
"Yeah. What happened while we were gone, Harry?" Ron was obviously hoping for some good news, but Harry had none to offer.
"Well, let's see. I got caught by Dumbledore in his office, still finishing up my detention, just heard that Cho's is still not over Cedric, and, oh, the best part- Hagrid's gone. He's off with Madame Maxime trying to get all the giants under control and on our side."
Ron and Hermione had no response. They looked at him, stunned.
"Oh, wow. Hagrid's gone." Ron said quietly.
"Well, it's not like we expected anything different. We knew this was coming. Although maybe not this soon. But Hagrid can take care of himself Harry. Don't worry about that. What were you saying about Dumbledore and Cho?"
Harry told them practically everything as he continued working on the armor with their help.
"Oh, well, Harry, what does she know? Cho Chang's always seemed a little thick if you ask me." Ron said comfortingly.
"So, Lupin doesn't have any children? That's so odd. I would've thought for sure that's what was going on." Hermione looked puzzled.
"I suppose not. Dumbledore told me to stop worrying about it. I have much bigger things to think about. Death Eaters attacking Muggle-borns right in the middle of Hogsmeade? Voldemort's getting bored, he's getting restless." Harry mused thoughtfully.
"Hermione, you're probably his ideal next target. Promise us that you'll be really careful." Ron looked at her seriously.
"I know. This is getting much more serious than I had ever imagined. That Death Eater would've killed her if Professor McGongall hadn't come." Hermione was nervously scrubbing much harder than was necessary.
"All right. I think we're about done here. I'll go finish up downstairs." Harry picked up the small carrier.
"And we'll come with you. We haven't seen you all weekend, Harry. We're more than happy to help." Ron said loyally.
They were done in under an hour. Talking energetically about all that had happened, time flew by. They dropped the supplies back off at Dumbledore's office. Harry set it on his desk and saw the edge of an envelope showing underneath the stack of papers. All he could read was the name Severus in immaculate cursive. Harry wanted so badly to see what it said. But he had done enough sneaking around. Hermione looked over his shoulder and saw it too.
"Harry, we're leaving." She looked as if this was paining her greatly. She obviously wanted to know what it said as well. But if Dumbledore caught them going through his things again, they might never regain his trust.
Ron didn't see it. He was stroking Fawkes who squawked appreciatively. They left, and it was a good thing they did. They met Dumbledore on the revolving staircase. If they had stayed a second longer, he would've seen them with the letter.
Harry told him he was finished and that the cleaning supplies were on his desk. He smiled, but it was not his usual cheery smile. It was the smile of a man who looked like he had far too much in his wise old head.
He politely said hello to Ron and Hermione and then hurried up to his office.
"Good thing we didn't read it." Hermione hissed to Harry.
On the way back to the common room, all three were silent with thought. So much had happened in their first
few weeks at Hogwarts.
Well...what did you think? Hagrid gone, Ginny ticked off at Harry (there's a new one) and
Cho acting a little meaner than usual. Interesting. Coming up: we find out what was in
Snape's letter, Ron and Hermione have a big fight, a very big incident at Azkaban (can't
tell ya more, it would ruin the surprise) and Draco's up to some very mysterious
scheming. R/R if you're interested and if you liked this part. Thanks to everyone for
reviewing the first three parts!
To his despair, Harry realized he was the only Gryffindor fifth year not in the long line of students waiting to be checked off the list. As Professor McGongall reached the end of the list, she looked over at Harry. He was the lone fifth year at the Gryffindor table.
"Not joining us this time, Potter?"
"No, Professor. I'm staying here."
"All right, everyone, let's go." Professor McGongall led the group of third, fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh years out to the carriages that were waiting for them.
Harry looked down the Gryffindor table. A few sixth and seventh years were there, bored with the whole Hogsmeade idea. All the second and the first years were wistfully watching their senior years and talking about what Hogsmeade must be like. Harry smiled. He saw Christine sitting alone and quickly looked away.
This was going to be a long weekend.
******************************************************************************************** That Saturday, Harry remembered he said he would check Dumbledore's office. Grabbing the invisibility cloak from under his bed, just for safety's sake, Harry set off. It was a very dull, rainy day. The torches were alight in the halls, casting an eerie light on the dark corridors. He was very much alone in the hallway. Hogwarts was never too crowded on Hogsmeade weekends.
Eventually finding his way to the goblin that guarded Dumbledore's office, he realized he would have to guess what the password was. Tucking the cloak under his robes, he decided he'd give the old password a try.
"Cockroach Cluster?" He said hopefully.
Not to his surprise, nothing happened.
"Fine. All right…er…"
"It's phoenix feather." A voice said from behind him.
It was Christine, looking rather nervously at him.
"How did you know that?"
"I had to speak with Dumbledore about playing on the Quidditch team as a first year. I heard Professor McGongall say it while she was taking me up there. "
The goblin had slowly gone to the side. Harry started to head up the revolving staircase when he saw Christine was following him.
"What are you doing?" Harry spun around, hoping desperately no teacher was coming.
"Well, why do you need to go up to the office? I know it's none of my business…" She looked a little embarrassed.
"You're right, it is none of your business. Now, go away before someone comes and sees me!" Harry said desperately, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.
She looked a little hurt, but left nonetheless. Harry slipped the invisibility cloak over his head as he slowly went up the staircase. He hoped Dumbledore wasn't in his office.
Harry tried to shake off the twinge of guilt in his stomach. Dumbledore had trusted him even when no one else would. He felt badly going behind his back like this.
Now he had reached the entrance. Taking a deep breath, Harry pressed his ear up against the door. He couldn't hear anyone. Tentatively putting his hand on the doorknob, he slowly turned it and pushed open the door. No one was in there. Letting out a huge sigh of relief, he stepped in and started toward the silver file cabinet that was covered with beautiful engravings. Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix, looked around suspiciously. Harry wondered if Fawkes could see straight through his cloak. He certainly had other extraordinary abilities. But Fawkes just let out a small squawk and went back to preening his beautiful red feathers.
Harry knew he had to hurry. Dumbledore might be back at any moment. Quickly opening the first filing cabinet drawer, he looked anxiously at the dividers. This seemed to hold Hogwart's student's files. Opening the next one, he let out a triumphant, "Ah-ha!"
It was all the teachers. He quickly pushed past Avery, Casptone, Flitwick, Hagrid and Hooch. Finally, he pulled out the file labeled Lupin, Remus.
Pulling it open, he pushed past the pages and picture to a page simply labeled:
History
Before coming to a teaching position at Hogwarts, Remus Lupin was a student here in the Gryffindor house. At the young age of fourteen, Remus unfortunately
Wasbitby a werewolf, therefore becoming one himself.
He was a very good student who performed admirably in all of his classes. When he would turn into a werewolf, I allowed him to go to the Shrieking Shack until he turned back. The Whomping Willow was planted to prevent anyone from going after Remus to the Shrieking Shack when he was in a very dangerous state. The passage under the Whomping Willow led Remus to the Shrieking Shack. Remus was good friends with James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew during his years at Hogwarts. He has taken the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position at Hogwarts. Remus will take a special potion made by Severus Snape that prevents him from turning into a werewolf, but is still required to leave a day before a full moon and come back a day after.
Remus Lupin has never been married or had any children.
There was more written, and Harry was anxious to keep reading, but just then, Dumbledore stepped into his office. Harry froze, horror making his heart feel like exploding. Dumbledore saw the open file, and his wrinkled forehead was furrowed. Walking over with Fawkes on his shoulder, he looked curiously around.
Harry was slowly backing around, clutching the file under his cloak. He was working very hard at not making a sound. Dumbledore was standing about two feet from him. Harry saw the open office door and started slowly, silently towards it. His heart was pounding so hard that he was sure Dumbledore must have heard him. Dumbledore was looking very oddly at the files. Then, Dumbledore pulled open one of his desk drawers and held up what looked like a very odd magnifying glass. It was light blue glass and was surrounded by highly polished silver. Dumbledore was looking through it with concentration, and then said calmly:
"I believe I'll be wanting that back, Harry."
Harry froze. How could Dumbledore possibly have seen him?
"Please take off that cloak and return that file to me."
Harry suddenly felt like running for it. But he knew that probably wouldn't work very well. Reluctantly, he pulled the cloak off his head.
He and Dumbledore just looked at each other for a moment. Not really knowing what to do, he slowly handed the file to Dumbledore and started off towards the open door.
"Thank you, Harry. Oh, and your detention is at 8:00 on Sunday evening. Meet me at my office for supplies. I believe you already know the password. The suits of armor need polishing-all of them." Dumbledore wasn't smiling.
"Yes, sir." Harry muttered, trudging out.
This was terrible. Harry had never had Dumbledore angry with him. He was slowly feeling more and more cut off from everyone he had always relied on. First Lupin, now Dumbledore. And Ron and Hermione wouldn't be back until Monday. Harry's heart was very heavy as he headed back to the Gryffindor common room. He said the password to the Fat Lady's picture and entered the practically empty common room. To his disappointment, he saw Christine sitting there.
"Hello, Harry." She said rather stiffly.
"Christine, if you hadn't wasted all that time by following me, I would've been in and out of there before Dumbledore came back!" Harry felt the anger within him slowly escalating.
"You got caught? By Dumbledore?" She looked horrified.
"Yes, I did! And, thanks to you Christine, the two people I trusted more than anyone now both hate me! How can you just come here
and-"
"Harry, shut up! Just shut up and listen! I'm sorry for all that, all right? Can't we just forget about it and be friends! I hate this! I hate you not talking to me! I thought of everyone at Hogwarts, Harry Potter would be the person I would look up to, that I could always count on and now-"
"How do you know me? I've never met you!"
"Haven't you, Harry? Think back and maybe it'll finally get through to you!" She was purple in the face now.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
But Christine had stormed off through the portrait hole. Harry was a little slow in reacting, but finally thought to go after her.
"Christine, what do you mean?" He bellowed, she was already half-way down the hall.
"Harry, forget it all right. I don't know what I was saying. Just forget it and let's be friends." She looked up at him hopefully.
Harry was hurrying down the hall to catch up.
"All right, Christine. Okay. We can be friends. But only if you tell me what you were talking about."
"Harry, how many times do I have to tell you? I can't! I'm not even so sure I know everything myself. Just, please, let it go." Her big dark eyes were pleading.
Harry was trying to decide if he could just let it go. But one look at her innocent, honest face and his decision was made.
"Okay, Christine." He said quietly.
Her entire face light up and she threw her arms around his neck.
"Thank you, Harry!" She sounded so happy Harry couldn't help but smile.
They walked down to the Great Hall together just as dinner was about to start. It was a little strange sitting with all the first and second years, but they were eventually joined by a few sixth and seventh years. It was actually quite fun now that he and Christine were friends again.
Even though he had detention the next day, Harry didn't feel as upset as he thought he would. Ron and Hermione would be coming back the next day and Dumbledore actually was much less severe than he had expected. It was going to be all right. Everything was going to be fine.
On Sunday, Harry woke up very early and decided to go visit Hagrid after eating. Harry ate very quickly. Just as he was walking outside, he remembered his promise to Hermione. Letting out a great sigh of frustration, he quickly searched for someone who would go with him. He saw Ginny Weasley just getting up from her breakfast.
"Ginny!" He called.
She looked around, and looked very surprised when she saw who had said her name. In a moment, she was right at his side.
"Yes?"
"Would you walk down with me to Hagrid's cabin? I don't really want to go by myself." He would've been embarrassed telling anyone else this, but Ginny was remembering everything he had told her.
"Of course, Harry."
And they set off together for Hagrid's cabin. It was another dreary day, and the clouds were a dark gray. Ginny pulled her black cloak closer around her shoulders, shivering.
"It's really cold today." She commented awkwardly.
Harry didn't answer. Something looked strange about Hagrid's cabin. There were no lights on and he didn't see Fang in the window as they approached.
"What is it, Harry?" Ginny looked at him curiously.
"It's just…something looks kind of strange." Harry was now walking more quickly.
Reaching the front door, he banged his fist anxiously on it.
"Hagrid! Hagrid, it's Harry!" He called.
There was no answer. No usual barking from Fang. Something was terribly wrong. Pulling one of the windows open, Harry climbed in. Ginny didn't say anything, just followed after him. Harry let his eyes adjust to the dim light. A goblet was turned over on the table. He looked over in the back room. None of Hagrid's things were there.
"Harry, come look at this!" Ginny called suddenly.
Harry dashed over, and looked over her shoulder at the letter that was left on the counter.
Hagrid,
It is time to for you and Madame Maxime to perform the task we have
put off all summer. I didn't think times had become so urgent, but ,
indeed, they have. Voldemort is starting to send word out to his old
followers and the giants must be made allies. I know this is enormous
responsibility, but I have complete faith that you can complete it.
I must ask that you leave immediately. I have spoken with Fleur and
she will be taking over your position as Care of Magical Creatures
professor. Everything is under control here, Hagrid. Do not worry
yourself with things that are taken care of. You have a much more
important responsibility in front of you. Please keep in touch and
tell me how things are playing out. You will be sorely missed in your
absence, but this is your duty and you must complete it.
Albus Dumbledore
Harry and Ginny looked at each other, shocked. Hagrid was gone. And he hadn't even said good-bye. Harry felt a strange lump in his throat, and slowly set the letter back on the table.
"I'm terribly sorry, Harry." Ginny said quietly.
Harry's eyes were burning. Frustrated with himself for getting so emotional, his sadness quickly turned to anger.
"Are you all right?" Her voice sounded very nervous, watching for his reaction.
"Yeah, Ginny, I'm fine. What would be wrong?" He snapped sarcastically.
She looked surprised. He never talked to her like this.
"Look, Harry, Hagrid has to do this, don't you understand?"
"Ginny, go away!"
Ginny was getting fed up.
"Oh stop being so immature, Harry! Honestly, I know things have been weird lately, okay? But taking it out on everyone else like this isn't what you should be doing. Voldemort's the one who's doing this, not us. Not your friends. So stop treating us like we're the enemy."
Harry looked up at her with surprise. He had never heard a Weasley say Voldemort's name like that. And even though Ginny looked a little surprised that she had said this to him, he realized it was exactly what he needed to hear. This wasn't Hagrid's fault. Once again, Harry realized that everything bad in his life somehow led back to the person who had ruined it to begin with.
"You're right, Ginny. I'm sorry." Harry was so full of confusing emotions right now that he just wanted to get out of the cabin. Memories were flooding his brain like a dizzyingly fast movie.
He hurried off to the common room as a light rain began to fall. Dripping rain on the beautiful marble entrance, he suddenly ran into a very distressed looking Fleur.
"Hello, 'arry." She looked strangely distant, as though a million things were on her mind.
"Hey, Fleur."
"You do not know where it is zat Hagrid has left all ze instructions for ze next couple of weeks, do you?"
"No, sorry."
"Well, zat is just perfect! I do not know what I am to do! Just told zis Friday zat Hagrid was leaving! Been absolutely insane trying to pull everything together wizout him! I am a failure!" Big wet tears were spilling down Fleur's pale cheeks.
Harry just looked at her, trying to think of something comforting to say. He felt pretty horrible about Hagrid being gone as well, so nothing was coming to mind.
"Good-bye, 'arry! I will have to go sort zis out!" With those words, Fleur dashed off into the rain.
Harry had never felt so completely alone as he trudged up the stairs. He needed to find Christine, find a little sanity. To his surprise, she was waiting for him in the common room.
"Harry, Professor McGongall just came up and told all of us that Hagrid's gone." She obviously thought he hadn't heard.
"I know. But it's okay. I know he'll be fine." Harry was saying this more to himself than Christine.
"How did you know?"
"Went down to Hagrid's cabin. He wasn't there. This'll be a nasty shock for Ron and Hermione." Harry had just remembered that they hadn't heard about Hagrid leaving. The thought of telling them made him feel sick to his stomach.
The rest of the day seemed to drag endlessly on. Finally, it was 7:55. Nearly time for his detention. In a strange way, Harry had been looking forward to it. It seemed like it would at least distract him a bit from everything that was going on. He trudged up towards Dumbledore's office, muttering "phoenix feather" to the goblin.
The revolving staircase had him up to the entrance quickly. He knocked, and entered. Dumbledore was sitting at his office, looking wearily at a stack of papers before him. He looked up when Harry stepped into the room.
"Hello, Harry."
"Hello, Professor." Harry was pleased to see that Dumbledore didn't look angry. He just looked exhausted.
He pushed the box of cleaning supplies that was on his desk towards Harry with a flick of his wand. Harry took it by the handle.
"Sir, could-could I at least explain why I came up to your office?"
"Harry, I know exactly why you came up to my office. You're wondering about the first year, Christine Hartsook. You're wondering how she and Professor Lupin have ever met. That's why you came up to my office to see if Professor Lupin had ever had any children. I understand Harry. It's only natural you'd want to solve this for yourself. But all I can tell is that you have many more important things to be thinking about. Your worst, most deadly enemy is claiming many lives, Harry. And you are the only known person who can defeat him. Many more innocent people will die before he is vanquished. I think you should be enjoying every moment that you're given with the people you love because you could wake up the next day and they could be gone forever. So, instead of worrying about the past, Harry, treasure the moments that you're given here and now. The past is gone. Stop trying to solve everything that's happened because it won't change anything. That's my advice to you, Harry. Now get to cleaning." And Dumbledore resumed his position of looking at the papers on his desk with a furrowed brow.
Harry wondered if he should say anything else. Deciding against it, he silently left the office, deep in thought. He really wanted to see Ron and Hermione again. He hoped they were both okay. It was starting to really sink in how serious the Voldemort situation was getting. He just wanted his friends back here again, where they were safe.
Cleaning the armor was a very, very dull job. But Harry didn't really mind. His mind was going so fast he wasn't even really thinking about what he was doing. The only interesting moment came when Peeves leaped out of one of them.
"AAAHHH!" Harry jumped about four feet back, his heart thudding out of his chest.
Peeves cackled insanely, whacking Harry sharply on the back of the head and flying off. When Harry's breathing returned to normal, he resumed work. He had reached the second floor rows of armor when he heard loud voices from down below. Everyone was returning from Hogsmeade. He smiled, wanting to go downstairs to see them.
But he decided to finish up and then go downstairs. Working much faster, Harry was nearly done with the second floor when the pounding of many feet sounded up the staircase. Oh no. He thought to himself. Just what he needed, everyone to see what he was doing and ask why. Pushing the supplies behind a suit of armor with one foot, he dashed into the first door he saw.
To his absolute horror, it was the girl's bathroom. He couldn't exactly come out now. Everyone was in the hallway, and he would look a little strange just coming out of a girl's bathroom. But he couldn't really stay in either. Ducking into a stall, Harry hoped for the best.
Soon, Harry could see two pairs of feet entering. Securely locking his door, he didn't make a sound. It didn't take long for Harry to place one pair of feet and the distinctive voice. It was Cho Chang, accompanied by one of her friends. Panic made him feel weak in the knees.
If she discovered Harry in here, what would she think? Harry could feel sweat beading on his forehead. He pressed himself up against one of the walls, glad he was wearing very inconspicuous shoes.
Cho and her friend were laughing to each other and talking in very low voices.
"Rather glad that Harry didn't join us this weekend. I like him fine, and he obviously likes me, but…I don't know, I'm just not ready to be in another relationship. I'm still getting over Cedric, you know?"
Cho's friend let out a quiet sigh.
"Cho, everyone misses Cedric. But it must be especially hard for you."
"Well, I'm not saying I'm counting Harry out for good, just not now. Not anytime soon. I just wish he would leave me alone.
Let's go."
Cho and her friend left.
Harry stood in shock. He understood what she was saying, but he still felt stupid and embarrassed. He stepped out of the stall and looked at himself in the mirror. Big green eyes surrounded by round black glasses stared back at him. He was medium height, a little skinny.
But he wasn't that bad. Nothing next to Cedric, he thought bitterly. Feeling extremely hurt, he sort of
forgot where he was.
Suddenly, the door opened again. Harry whipped around in horror.
To his immense relief, it was Hermione.
"Harry! What-is there some reason you're in the girl's bathroom!!" She looked shocked.
"It's a long story. Is anyone else out there?"
"Just Ron."
"Oh, good." Harry gladly stepped out of the bathroom while Hermione just laughed and stepped into a stall.
Ron was looking at him with raised eyebrows.
"Er, Harry, why-"
Harry cut him off.
"Long story. Look, I have a lot to tell both of you. But we need to wait for Hermione. How was Hogsmeade?"
Ron stiffened slightly.
"Not great. One crazy Death Eater. It was really terrible. Some seventh year Muggle-born is in the hospital ward now. She was by herself in one of the alleys a little before we left, and a Death Eater found her. He did the Cruciatus curse. Twice. She's a mess. Poor Fudge. He's having to try and put a team of Aurors together as quickly as possible. I think Professor McGongall walked into the alley while it was happening. She stunned him, and a dementor apparated down to Hogsmeade and-did, you know, what they do. The Minister of Magic still hasn't removed them from Azkaban like Dumbledore asked. I don't think anyone's going to Hogsmeade again this year. You should be glad you didn't come, Harry. Everyone's pretty shaken up. Especially the Ravenclaws. She was one of them."
Not Cho, apparently. Harry thought bitterly to himself.
Just then, Hermione stepped out.
"Did you tell him?"
"Yeah. What happened while we were gone, Harry?" Ron was obviously hoping for some good news, but Harry had none to offer.
"Well, let's see. I got caught by Dumbledore in his office, still finishing up my detention, just heard that Cho's is still not over Cedric, and, oh, the best part- Hagrid's gone. He's off with Madame Maxime trying to get all the giants under control and on our side."
Ron and Hermione had no response. They looked at him, stunned.
"Oh, wow. Hagrid's gone." Ron said quietly.
"Well, it's not like we expected anything different. We knew this was coming. Although maybe not this soon. But Hagrid can take care of himself Harry. Don't worry about that. What were you saying about Dumbledore and Cho?"
Harry told them practically everything as he continued working on the armor with their help.
"Oh, well, Harry, what does she know? Cho Chang's always seemed a little thick if you ask me." Ron said comfortingly.
"So, Lupin doesn't have any children? That's so odd. I would've thought for sure that's what was going on." Hermione looked puzzled.
"I suppose not. Dumbledore told me to stop worrying about it. I have much bigger things to think about. Death Eaters attacking Muggle-borns right in the middle of Hogsmeade? Voldemort's getting bored, he's getting restless." Harry mused thoughtfully.
"Hermione, you're probably his ideal next target. Promise us that you'll be really careful." Ron looked at her seriously.
"I know. This is getting much more serious than I had ever imagined. That Death Eater would've killed her if Professor McGongall hadn't come." Hermione was nervously scrubbing much harder than was necessary.
"All right. I think we're about done here. I'll go finish up downstairs." Harry picked up the small carrier.
"And we'll come with you. We haven't seen you all weekend, Harry. We're more than happy to help." Ron said loyally.
They were done in under an hour. Talking energetically about all that had happened, time flew by. They dropped the supplies back off at Dumbledore's office. Harry set it on his desk and saw the edge of an envelope showing underneath the stack of papers. All he could read was the name Severus in immaculate cursive. Harry wanted so badly to see what it said. But he had done enough sneaking around. Hermione looked over his shoulder and saw it too.
"Harry, we're leaving." She looked as if this was paining her greatly. She obviously wanted to know what it said as well. But if Dumbledore caught them going through his things again, they might never regain his trust.
Ron didn't see it. He was stroking Fawkes who squawked appreciatively. They left, and it was a good thing they did. They met Dumbledore on the revolving staircase. If they had stayed a second longer, he would've seen them with the letter.
Harry told him he was finished and that the cleaning supplies were on his desk. He smiled, but it was not his usual cheery smile. It was the smile of a man who looked like he had far too much in his wise old head.
He politely said hello to Ron and Hermione and then hurried up to his office.
"Good thing we didn't read it." Hermione hissed to Harry.
On the way back to the common room, all three were silent with thought. So much had happened in their first
few weeks at Hogwarts.
Well...what did you think? Hagrid gone, Ginny ticked off at Harry (there's a new one) and
Cho acting a little meaner than usual. Interesting. Coming up: we find out what was in
Snape's letter, Ron and Hermione have a big fight, a very big incident at Azkaban (can't
tell ya more, it would ruin the surprise) and Draco's up to some very mysterious
scheming. R/R if you're interested and if you liked this part. Thanks to everyone for
reviewing the first three parts!