After another gruelling hour of Divination, the teo boys climbed down the ladder and began to stroll down the staircase, discussing the class's events.
"okay - now I am relly freaked out" exclaimed Ron
Harry, however was thinking, how did Professor Trelawney know? Could it really be that she wasn't a faker? If that was so - was Harry really going to die a horrible and gruesome death?
Harry was interupted from his thoughts by Ron groaning next to him - Malfoy was charging up behind them - desparatley pushing innocent first years out of his way
"Hey there Ron - good lesson?"
Very unexpectedly, Ron turned round and started shouting at Malfoy.
"Look -I don't know what you want but, quite franklly I wouldn't be friends with you if you paid me." And with that Ron stalked of leaving a very bewildered nd embarrased Draco behind him.
Harry caught up with him, the same time as Hermione, who coming out of Arithmancy had seem the commotion. Together they told Ron of their astonishment at his outburst.
"Way to go Ron!" Said Harry, slapping Ron hard on the back
"Ron, whart if a teacher had come past - you could have been in trouble" This kind of comment was usual from Hermione.
The trio completed their filling lunch of Cornidh Pasties and began to make thier way to their first ever Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson and they were not looking forward to it.
Their suspicions that it would be a terrible lesson were confirmed the second they walked into the classroom.
"You are late - Hup two, three, four - stand behind your seats"
The three only stood still for a fraction of a second when General Dean shouted 'NOW!!' so loud in Rons ear that he complained of deafness thr rest of the lesson.
Dean gave the class alecture on discipline the moment they had sat down ( which they were not to do until they were told) which consisted mainly of his recollections of vast battles in other countries, half of which, Ron pointed out, probably weren't true. THis very boring lecture lasted most of the lesson but, being strict as he was, Dean wouldn't let the class leave 5 minutes early so he had them marching on the spot, chanting astupid song about beating others.
To his great annoyance, Harry had been given so much homework that day, so his second evening in the castle was not a pleasant one.
He finished his Divination homework and decided an early night would be most welcome.
* * *
Harry awoke to find his dormitory deserted so he dresed and proceeded down to breakfast.
He walked down the marble staircase to find, not the usual murmur of voices coming from the Great Hall, but complete silence. Cautiously he walked in through the doorway to find the Hall stripped of all it's usual decoration, and his schoolmates sitting in sullen silence with nothing but a bowl of porridge infront of them - the usual fry ups were nowhere to be seen.
Feeling very worried indeed Harry looked up at the staff table, to see, luckily that Dumbledore was still there. He walked over to the Gryffindor Table and took a seat inbetween Ron and Hermione.
"Hey Guys, whats going on, wheres me bacon" Harry said jokingly, however he didn't get an answer, his two best friends completly ignored him, and, just like the rest of the table continued to eat their porridge as if in a trance.
Harry, felling just a bit worried, stood up an dmade his way through the other tables, waving his hands infront of other studenst eyes, but getting teh same reaction.
Arriving at the top table, Harry went straight to Dumbledore.
"Sir - wh...whats going on?"
At least Harry got a reply, but it wasn't very helpful...
"Ah Harry, Good Morning, could you do me a favour?
"Y..Yes, sir"
"Good, I need you to go up to my office and get the letter that is on my desk, the passwords, 'Chocolate Frog'"
Harry, feeling very confused made his way upstairs, to Dumbledores office door, up the moving staircase and opened the door.
He walked in and saw Fawkes, the Phoenix sittng happily on his perch, feeling a bit happier, Harry reached over to Dumbledores desk to find the letter - but there wasn't anything there.
Instead, the chair behind the desk swivelled round and Harrys scar exploded with pain.
A/N So? What has happened to Hogwarts? Can you guess? Many thanx to all my reviewers - I can't remember all your names though!
Sorry it has taken so long to cintinue but I have had soooo much on. I will get the next chap up soon. All to JKR.
"okay - now I am relly freaked out" exclaimed Ron
Harry, however was thinking, how did Professor Trelawney know? Could it really be that she wasn't a faker? If that was so - was Harry really going to die a horrible and gruesome death?
Harry was interupted from his thoughts by Ron groaning next to him - Malfoy was charging up behind them - desparatley pushing innocent first years out of his way
"Hey there Ron - good lesson?"
Very unexpectedly, Ron turned round and started shouting at Malfoy.
"Look -I don't know what you want but, quite franklly I wouldn't be friends with you if you paid me." And with that Ron stalked of leaving a very bewildered nd embarrased Draco behind him.
Harry caught up with him, the same time as Hermione, who coming out of Arithmancy had seem the commotion. Together they told Ron of their astonishment at his outburst.
"Way to go Ron!" Said Harry, slapping Ron hard on the back
"Ron, whart if a teacher had come past - you could have been in trouble" This kind of comment was usual from Hermione.
The trio completed their filling lunch of Cornidh Pasties and began to make thier way to their first ever Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson and they were not looking forward to it.
Their suspicions that it would be a terrible lesson were confirmed the second they walked into the classroom.
"You are late - Hup two, three, four - stand behind your seats"
The three only stood still for a fraction of a second when General Dean shouted 'NOW!!' so loud in Rons ear that he complained of deafness thr rest of the lesson.
Dean gave the class alecture on discipline the moment they had sat down ( which they were not to do until they were told) which consisted mainly of his recollections of vast battles in other countries, half of which, Ron pointed out, probably weren't true. THis very boring lecture lasted most of the lesson but, being strict as he was, Dean wouldn't let the class leave 5 minutes early so he had them marching on the spot, chanting astupid song about beating others.
To his great annoyance, Harry had been given so much homework that day, so his second evening in the castle was not a pleasant one.
He finished his Divination homework and decided an early night would be most welcome.
* * *
Harry awoke to find his dormitory deserted so he dresed and proceeded down to breakfast.
He walked down the marble staircase to find, not the usual murmur of voices coming from the Great Hall, but complete silence. Cautiously he walked in through the doorway to find the Hall stripped of all it's usual decoration, and his schoolmates sitting in sullen silence with nothing but a bowl of porridge infront of them - the usual fry ups were nowhere to be seen.
Feeling very worried indeed Harry looked up at the staff table, to see, luckily that Dumbledore was still there. He walked over to the Gryffindor Table and took a seat inbetween Ron and Hermione.
"Hey Guys, whats going on, wheres me bacon" Harry said jokingly, however he didn't get an answer, his two best friends completly ignored him, and, just like the rest of the table continued to eat their porridge as if in a trance.
Harry, felling just a bit worried, stood up an dmade his way through the other tables, waving his hands infront of other studenst eyes, but getting teh same reaction.
Arriving at the top table, Harry went straight to Dumbledore.
"Sir - wh...whats going on?"
At least Harry got a reply, but it wasn't very helpful...
"Ah Harry, Good Morning, could you do me a favour?
"Y..Yes, sir"
"Good, I need you to go up to my office and get the letter that is on my desk, the passwords, 'Chocolate Frog'"
Harry, feeling very confused made his way upstairs, to Dumbledores office door, up the moving staircase and opened the door.
He walked in and saw Fawkes, the Phoenix sittng happily on his perch, feeling a bit happier, Harry reached over to Dumbledores desk to find the letter - but there wasn't anything there.
Instead, the chair behind the desk swivelled round and Harrys scar exploded with pain.
A/N So? What has happened to Hogwarts? Can you guess? Many thanx to all my reviewers - I can't remember all your names though!
Sorry it has taken so long to cintinue but I have had soooo much on. I will get the next chap up soon. All to JKR.