Chapter 3
Hermione, Harry and Ron made their way down to the great hall for breckfast. ne hadn't told them the truth, she couldn't. Instead, she told them she was still upset about her parents' murder by Voldemort.
"So, are you nervous about the Qudditch match Harry?" Ron asked his friend, who was busy buttering toast.
"Not really" he replied
"It is your first match as captain, Harry" added Hermione, who, although very preoccupied, was still there for her friends.
"Well I suppose I am a bit" said Harry, thinking about it
"Don't worry, you'll be fine" said Ron, in his 'and that concludes the conversation' voice.
Then the post owls arrived - there was a letter for Ron, and the Daily Prophet for Hermione. But it wasn't just the Daily Prophet she was getting.
She looked on the first page and knew. He was back. He was coming back for Harry.
"Harry...."
"What?"
"We have to go to Professor Dumbledore. Now."
And with that, she grabbed Harry by the hand and pulled him up to the table where all the teachers were seated. She walked straight up to where Dumbledore was seated. He looked at her, and knew what she was going to say.
"He's coming here."
Dumbledore stood up with a grim look on his face, and turned to face the students.
"You are all to return to your dormitories immediately" he bellowed. "No student will be allowed out of his or her towers unless I say so."
There was a dull murmuring amongst the students while they tried to work out why they were being sent to their common rooms. But no one would dare ask when Dumbledore held a stare like that. Except...
"Why sir?" proclaimed Draco Malfoy. With an even darker look on his face, Dumbledore said...
"Voldemort is back."
The dull murmur became a sudden panic as the teachers tried to calm the students down.
"However..." said Dumbledore over the immense racket which immediately became a whisper at the sound of his voice
"Among us is the chosen one. The one who can kill Voldemort. I believe you have all heard of her."
"Her? What do you mean, Her?" Malfoy yelled
"Who said it had to be male" said Hermione, at that Malfoy stared at her for a second, and then said
"What do you know, mudblood?" he said, almost lazily.
"For your information, Malfoy, my father was a wizard. And a very good one too." snapped Hermione
" Your father was a wizard?" said Dumbledore in amazement. Hermione noticed he shared the look he gave her with the rest of the room.
" Yes" she said, calmly.
"But...who?" asked Dumbledore, now almost lost for words.
"My father..." said Hermione, and paused. "It will have to wait...I'm not sure myself...yet."
Hermione, Harry and Ron made their way down to the great hall for breckfast. ne hadn't told them the truth, she couldn't. Instead, she told them she was still upset about her parents' murder by Voldemort.
"So, are you nervous about the Qudditch match Harry?" Ron asked his friend, who was busy buttering toast.
"Not really" he replied
"It is your first match as captain, Harry" added Hermione, who, although very preoccupied, was still there for her friends.
"Well I suppose I am a bit" said Harry, thinking about it
"Don't worry, you'll be fine" said Ron, in his 'and that concludes the conversation' voice.
Then the post owls arrived - there was a letter for Ron, and the Daily Prophet for Hermione. But it wasn't just the Daily Prophet she was getting.
She looked on the first page and knew. He was back. He was coming back for Harry.
"Harry...."
"What?"
"We have to go to Professor Dumbledore. Now."
And with that, she grabbed Harry by the hand and pulled him up to the table where all the teachers were seated. She walked straight up to where Dumbledore was seated. He looked at her, and knew what she was going to say.
"He's coming here."
Dumbledore stood up with a grim look on his face, and turned to face the students.
"You are all to return to your dormitories immediately" he bellowed. "No student will be allowed out of his or her towers unless I say so."
There was a dull murmuring amongst the students while they tried to work out why they were being sent to their common rooms. But no one would dare ask when Dumbledore held a stare like that. Except...
"Why sir?" proclaimed Draco Malfoy. With an even darker look on his face, Dumbledore said...
"Voldemort is back."
The dull murmur became a sudden panic as the teachers tried to calm the students down.
"However..." said Dumbledore over the immense racket which immediately became a whisper at the sound of his voice
"Among us is the chosen one. The one who can kill Voldemort. I believe you have all heard of her."
"Her? What do you mean, Her?" Malfoy yelled
"Who said it had to be male" said Hermione, at that Malfoy stared at her for a second, and then said
"What do you know, mudblood?" he said, almost lazily.
"For your information, Malfoy, my father was a wizard. And a very good one too." snapped Hermione
" Your father was a wizard?" said Dumbledore in amazement. Hermione noticed he shared the look he gave her with the rest of the room.
" Yes" she said, calmly.
"But...who?" asked Dumbledore, now almost lost for words.
"My father..." said Hermione, and paused. "It will have to wait...I'm not sure myself...yet."