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Every Time I Close My Eyes - Chapter 7
As usual, Harry awoke before anyone else. He quickly scrabbled for his
watch on the bedside table, but it only told him it hadn't been a dream.
Sirius was still missing. Bleakly, he got dressed, wearing a loose shirt that
didn't irritate his new scar on his back. Harry wandered into the lounge
and flopped onto the couch. Today they would be going to Hogwarts,
when he could explain everything to Dumbledore. But what if
Dumbledore didn't know what to do, or worse, didn't believe him. No, he
thought, I've got proof. It was Voldemort's mistake to put the mark on
him. He briefly wondered whether the Weasley's kept any antiseptic, but
remembered they probably healed everything by magic. He glanced at his
watch again. It still hadn't moved. He sighed deeply.
"Harry?" Harry whipped around, to see Mrs Weasley watching him. She
smiled. "Everything ok?" Harry gave the fake smile he was now getting
used to and said yes. "Good, then maybe you can help me with the
breakfast?"
The house filled with noise as everyone grabbed breakfast and shouted at
their overstuffed trunks. They would get to the station by floo powder, it
had been connected to the network for the day to make everything easier.
Harry didn't particularly feel like landing flat on his face infront of his
schoolfriends, but reminded himself that as soon as the journey was over
he could speak to the headmaster. They got to the station an hour early,
and Ginny was there waiting for them. Mr Weasley went to find them all
trolleys, and they sat down in the special room reserved for arriving
magical folk. Ginny was bubbling over with excitement about her holiday,
she and her friend had apparently been to Disneyland. She gave Harry a
big hug, all her tidiness of the past years seemed forgotten. Then Harry
heard why.
"....and we met these great boys over there, and David wants me to write
to him!" Hermione dutifully squealed with delight over the boy's picture.
Harry saw another friend of his, Neville Longbottom, through the
windows of the room.
"Guys I'm just talking to Neville."
"I'll come too." Said Ron quickly, wanting to get away from the girl talk.
Neville was standing with his formidable grandmother, who seemed to be
telling him a list of things he needed to remember.
"Ok, gran." He sounded like he heard it all before, and Harry thought he
probably had.
"Hey Neville." He said.
"Harry! Ron! Look Gran, you don't have to wait, because these are friends
of mine." He gave them a pleading look.
"Oh, er, yes, we'll make sure he gets on the train on time." Said Ron.
She glowered at them both. Then she sighed. "Well, I do need to get to
that hair appointment. Are you sure Neville?"
"YES Gran."
"Well, all right then. Give your gran a hug."
When she had gone, Neville confessed if they hadn't arrived when they
did he would have just sat on the train alone till everyone boarded just to
get away from her. He asked them how their summer's were, and the
conversation turned to the newly discovered Geocite.
"Well, I'd wish for a new memory." said Neville.
"Can it do that?" Asked Harry.
"Oh, yes, at least I think so. All I know is it can't do what's impossible
already, it's like a big burst of really powerful magic all at once."
"Well, I'd wish for all the gold in Gringnotts!" Said Ron. "What would
you wish for Harry?" In truth Harry had thought nothing more about the
Geocite, he had been too concerned about Sirius.
"I really have no idea."
After much hugging and crying, threats (to the twins), calls of "ok, no
more maroon ( to Ron) and many exclamations to be careful (to Harry),
they were away on the Hogwarts express. They took their customary place
at the back of the train, Harry wincing as he sat down. No-one seemed to
notice his discomfort though. They were just in the middle of a game of
exploding snap when the door opened. Harry looked up, expecting
Malfoy, but saw something worse. Mortority.
"Well, there's and empty seat!" He smiled at them all. Ron introduced him
to everyone. Harry glared at him. Mortority noticed this, and with
narrowed eyes, sat next to him. Harry tried his best to ignore him, and
continued playing.
"Ooooo, wouldn't do that!" said Mortority, watching Harry's play.
"No-one asked you." said Harry coldly. Hermione looked up, surprised.
"Ah, nothing wrong with a competitive spirit Harry, as long as you don't
push it too far." Harry glared at him again, but all he got was that frozen
smile. Fred tried to lighten the atmosphere by handing around some
Weasley Wizard Wheezes.
The rest of the train ride continued in the same way. Harry stayed quiet
nearly the whole time, the banter between his friends and that monster
making his sick. Ron tried to get him to talk but each time was interrupted
by Mortority. Something everyone thought was odd, was the reaction of
Malfoy to the new professor. Draco swaggered in as usual, flanked by
Crabbe and Goyle, but paled at the sight of Mortority. The professor
smiled at him. Fred spoke up.
"Yes, it's a teacher Malfoy. You remember, those things you insult all
year or try to have sacked." Draco's eyes narrowed.
"You should watch your mouth Weasel. Especially after last year." More
insults were hurled, but Harry saw Draco had been thrown off balance by
Mortority. It ended with Fred, George and Hermione advancing on the
three, and Draco sweeping out, with a last glance at Harry and Mortority.
Finally, after what seemed like forever to harry, the train slowed to a halt.
"Well children, here we must part. But be assured I'll be seeing much of
you, making sure you're behaving," here he glanced at Harry, "and of
course teaching you to defend yourselves." He turned to Hermione and
Ginny. "Au Revior, dear ladies." This sent them both into hysterics, and
he disappeared into the crowd.
Harry didn't even hear the sorting hat's song. He spent the whole time
watching Mortority. Snape hadn't batted an eyelid when they sat next to
each other, and seemed unconcerned that he was sitting next to
Voldemort's right hand man. Harry's attention was pulled back however
when Dumbledore got up to make his speech.
"Students, welcome. I trust you all enjoyed your time away from these
halls of learning, and have made space in your heads for the new year. I
have several announcements to make. No doubt the eagle eyed among you
have spotted your new Defense Against The Dark Arts professor,
Professor Mortority." Mortority stood up as the hall applauded. Harry
didn't. Ron nudged him in the ribs, but he ignored him. Eyes fixed on
Dumbledore, Harry wished he could run up to him right now.
"Secondly," Dumbledore continued, " The honour of protecting the
Geolite has fallen to us. All that you have read is true. Unusual as it may
seem, the wish is to be given to a student. All of you may enter for this
honour, and full details of the competition will be posted on the
noticeboard." The hall was full of excited mutterings. George raised his
hand. "Yes, Mr Weasley?"
"Does that mean no Quidditch again?"
"On the contrary, Quidditch is back on. The Geolite competition will not
interfere with school work or after school activities. However, due to last
years events, I regret to inform you that Hogsmeade trips have been
cancelled. Also, I must remind you that there is to be no magic in the
halls, and the Forbidden Forest is, as always, Forbidden. Thankyou."
Harry wolfed down his food, anxious to get to Dumbledore.
"Harry, you'll be sick if you don't slow down!" said Hermione.
"Yeah Harry, what's with you? What was all that on the train with
Mortority?" Harry paused.
"Um, I just don't like him."
"We only just met him!" said Hermione. Harry could tell she liked him
already. "I know," he said. "But I can't help it. I don't trust him."
"You my friend, are paranoid." Said Fred.
"Maybe." said Harry. Easy to be when everyone's trying to kill you, he
thought.
Harry told everyone he'd catch up with them when they went off to bed.
He shouted every sweet he could think of at the Gargoyle, and it jumped
aside when he got to "Popcorn." Harry bounded up the stairs, to tense to
wait for them, and hammered on the door.
"Come in." Came Dumbledore's voice. Harry flew in the door, starting to
say, "Proffessor, I need to......" But his voice trailed off, as Mortority
stepped out from behind Dumbledore's chair.
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Author's notes: serious back ache from sitting at my computer. Anyway,
clubbing tonight, yay! So, hope you liked, hope everything's clear, and the
next part will be up tomorrow. I know, you hate cliffies, but seriously,
OW, back of an old person here.
Adelina
Author's notes: see bottom of page
Every Time I Close My Eyes - Chapter 7
As usual, Harry awoke before anyone else. He quickly scrabbled for his
watch on the bedside table, but it only told him it hadn't been a dream.
Sirius was still missing. Bleakly, he got dressed, wearing a loose shirt that
didn't irritate his new scar on his back. Harry wandered into the lounge
and flopped onto the couch. Today they would be going to Hogwarts,
when he could explain everything to Dumbledore. But what if
Dumbledore didn't know what to do, or worse, didn't believe him. No, he
thought, I've got proof. It was Voldemort's mistake to put the mark on
him. He briefly wondered whether the Weasley's kept any antiseptic, but
remembered they probably healed everything by magic. He glanced at his
watch again. It still hadn't moved. He sighed deeply.
"Harry?" Harry whipped around, to see Mrs Weasley watching him. She
smiled. "Everything ok?" Harry gave the fake smile he was now getting
used to and said yes. "Good, then maybe you can help me with the
breakfast?"
The house filled with noise as everyone grabbed breakfast and shouted at
their overstuffed trunks. They would get to the station by floo powder, it
had been connected to the network for the day to make everything easier.
Harry didn't particularly feel like landing flat on his face infront of his
schoolfriends, but reminded himself that as soon as the journey was over
he could speak to the headmaster. They got to the station an hour early,
and Ginny was there waiting for them. Mr Weasley went to find them all
trolleys, and they sat down in the special room reserved for arriving
magical folk. Ginny was bubbling over with excitement about her holiday,
she and her friend had apparently been to Disneyland. She gave Harry a
big hug, all her tidiness of the past years seemed forgotten. Then Harry
heard why.
"....and we met these great boys over there, and David wants me to write
to him!" Hermione dutifully squealed with delight over the boy's picture.
Harry saw another friend of his, Neville Longbottom, through the
windows of the room.
"Guys I'm just talking to Neville."
"I'll come too." Said Ron quickly, wanting to get away from the girl talk.
Neville was standing with his formidable grandmother, who seemed to be
telling him a list of things he needed to remember.
"Ok, gran." He sounded like he heard it all before, and Harry thought he
probably had.
"Hey Neville." He said.
"Harry! Ron! Look Gran, you don't have to wait, because these are friends
of mine." He gave them a pleading look.
"Oh, er, yes, we'll make sure he gets on the train on time." Said Ron.
She glowered at them both. Then she sighed. "Well, I do need to get to
that hair appointment. Are you sure Neville?"
"YES Gran."
"Well, all right then. Give your gran a hug."
When she had gone, Neville confessed if they hadn't arrived when they
did he would have just sat on the train alone till everyone boarded just to
get away from her. He asked them how their summer's were, and the
conversation turned to the newly discovered Geocite.
"Well, I'd wish for a new memory." said Neville.
"Can it do that?" Asked Harry.
"Oh, yes, at least I think so. All I know is it can't do what's impossible
already, it's like a big burst of really powerful magic all at once."
"Well, I'd wish for all the gold in Gringnotts!" Said Ron. "What would
you wish for Harry?" In truth Harry had thought nothing more about the
Geocite, he had been too concerned about Sirius.
"I really have no idea."
After much hugging and crying, threats (to the twins), calls of "ok, no
more maroon ( to Ron) and many exclamations to be careful (to Harry),
they were away on the Hogwarts express. They took their customary place
at the back of the train, Harry wincing as he sat down. No-one seemed to
notice his discomfort though. They were just in the middle of a game of
exploding snap when the door opened. Harry looked up, expecting
Malfoy, but saw something worse. Mortority.
"Well, there's and empty seat!" He smiled at them all. Ron introduced him
to everyone. Harry glared at him. Mortority noticed this, and with
narrowed eyes, sat next to him. Harry tried his best to ignore him, and
continued playing.
"Ooooo, wouldn't do that!" said Mortority, watching Harry's play.
"No-one asked you." said Harry coldly. Hermione looked up, surprised.
"Ah, nothing wrong with a competitive spirit Harry, as long as you don't
push it too far." Harry glared at him again, but all he got was that frozen
smile. Fred tried to lighten the atmosphere by handing around some
Weasley Wizard Wheezes.
The rest of the train ride continued in the same way. Harry stayed quiet
nearly the whole time, the banter between his friends and that monster
making his sick. Ron tried to get him to talk but each time was interrupted
by Mortority. Something everyone thought was odd, was the reaction of
Malfoy to the new professor. Draco swaggered in as usual, flanked by
Crabbe and Goyle, but paled at the sight of Mortority. The professor
smiled at him. Fred spoke up.
"Yes, it's a teacher Malfoy. You remember, those things you insult all
year or try to have sacked." Draco's eyes narrowed.
"You should watch your mouth Weasel. Especially after last year." More
insults were hurled, but Harry saw Draco had been thrown off balance by
Mortority. It ended with Fred, George and Hermione advancing on the
three, and Draco sweeping out, with a last glance at Harry and Mortority.
Finally, after what seemed like forever to harry, the train slowed to a halt.
"Well children, here we must part. But be assured I'll be seeing much of
you, making sure you're behaving," here he glanced at Harry, "and of
course teaching you to defend yourselves." He turned to Hermione and
Ginny. "Au Revior, dear ladies." This sent them both into hysterics, and
he disappeared into the crowd.
Harry didn't even hear the sorting hat's song. He spent the whole time
watching Mortority. Snape hadn't batted an eyelid when they sat next to
each other, and seemed unconcerned that he was sitting next to
Voldemort's right hand man. Harry's attention was pulled back however
when Dumbledore got up to make his speech.
"Students, welcome. I trust you all enjoyed your time away from these
halls of learning, and have made space in your heads for the new year. I
have several announcements to make. No doubt the eagle eyed among you
have spotted your new Defense Against The Dark Arts professor,
Professor Mortority." Mortority stood up as the hall applauded. Harry
didn't. Ron nudged him in the ribs, but he ignored him. Eyes fixed on
Dumbledore, Harry wished he could run up to him right now.
"Secondly," Dumbledore continued, " The honour of protecting the
Geolite has fallen to us. All that you have read is true. Unusual as it may
seem, the wish is to be given to a student. All of you may enter for this
honour, and full details of the competition will be posted on the
noticeboard." The hall was full of excited mutterings. George raised his
hand. "Yes, Mr Weasley?"
"Does that mean no Quidditch again?"
"On the contrary, Quidditch is back on. The Geolite competition will not
interfere with school work or after school activities. However, due to last
years events, I regret to inform you that Hogsmeade trips have been
cancelled. Also, I must remind you that there is to be no magic in the
halls, and the Forbidden Forest is, as always, Forbidden. Thankyou."
Harry wolfed down his food, anxious to get to Dumbledore.
"Harry, you'll be sick if you don't slow down!" said Hermione.
"Yeah Harry, what's with you? What was all that on the train with
Mortority?" Harry paused.
"Um, I just don't like him."
"We only just met him!" said Hermione. Harry could tell she liked him
already. "I know," he said. "But I can't help it. I don't trust him."
"You my friend, are paranoid." Said Fred.
"Maybe." said Harry. Easy to be when everyone's trying to kill you, he
thought.
Harry told everyone he'd catch up with them when they went off to bed.
He shouted every sweet he could think of at the Gargoyle, and it jumped
aside when he got to "Popcorn." Harry bounded up the stairs, to tense to
wait for them, and hammered on the door.
"Come in." Came Dumbledore's voice. Harry flew in the door, starting to
say, "Proffessor, I need to......" But his voice trailed off, as Mortority
stepped out from behind Dumbledore's chair.
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Author's notes: serious back ache from sitting at my computer. Anyway,
clubbing tonight, yay! So, hope you liked, hope everything's clear, and the
next part will be up tomorrow. I know, you hate cliffies, but seriously,
OW, back of an old person here.
Adelina