Harry Potter and the Evil Twin

Chapter 7: The Flue Fire

"William, my son. What did I tell you about leaving this place?"

"You told me that I should never leave and that no ne should see me," William answered.

"Yes, that is correct. But why did you disobey me, then?"

"I only did what I had to," the boy replied.

"You certainly did not need to do that. Especially Hogwarts, of all places. What if someone had found you or what if you were caught?"

"Nothing happened to me. I just used the flue fire." William explained. "I had to do it. He deserves to suffer."

"Do not argue with me. I AM LORD VOLDEMORT and whatever I say GOES!" he screamed throwing the boy to the ground.

Just then Harry Potter woke up.

"Well, well, Mr. Potter. You're finally awake," Madam Pomfry said. "Why is it that I usually see you in here on the first day of school?"

"What?" Harry said in a dazed manor. "What happened?"

"Well, it seems that you're the hero of the day," She replied.

"Neville!" Harry scream trying to get up out of the bed. "I've got to save Neville!"

"Sit down, Harry. You're behind your self. You already saved Neville." Madam Pomfry explained walking over to him with some sort of potion in her hand. "Now this might hurt a bit." She gently picked up Harry's left arm. What Harry saw made him feel sick. His whole entire left arm was burned completely and all black. Madam Pomfry lightly poured the potion over Harry's arm.

"Ow!" yelled Harry, flinching.

"Oh lighten up." She said pulling something out of her pocket. "Here, have some chocolate. " Harry took it in his other hand.

"How's Neville doing?" Harry asked between bites of chocolate.

"He's doing pretty good although he has some pretty bad burns." Madam Pomfry explained while bandaging up Harry's left arm. "You know, you saved him from the major burns. Now, they would have hurt."

"Couldn't he have died?" Harry asked curiously.

"No. You see, it wasn't a real fire. It was a flue fire. Which is only meant to hurt people." Harry was only half listening. He was more focused on that new kid, Gabriel. "You both got lucky," Madam Pomfry continued saying, while finishing up the bandages. "There, done. Professor Dumbledore said you could leaves whenever I was finished. Ah, you're lucky again. The Second Day Feast is just starting."

"You mean I've been asleep for a whole day?" Harry asked. She nodded. With that, harry walked out the door and headed towards the Great Hall. "What a day, Harry thought to himself.

As Harry pulled open the large front doors that led in to the Great Hall, the whole room went silent. Harry, feeling rather embarrassed with his rather large arm cast, made his way over towards the Gryfindor table.

"Ah, here's our hero now," said Professor Dumbledore, breaking the silence. He stood up and started to clap. All the Gryffindor members stood up, and clapped along with Dumbledore. Next came the Hufflepuff's, and then the Ravenclaw's and finally the Slytherin's, except for Malfoy and his gang. "Let us now drink to his bravery and to the heath of Neville Longbottom." One by one, all the Hogwarts students lifted their glasses in praise of Harry and Neville.

"Harry your back," Hermione said once everyone was seated.

"We thought you were dead," Ron explained. "You just collapsed on the floor." Harry started looking around.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Hermione asked, worried.

"I'm looking for that kid on the train. His name's Gabriel." Harry explained.

"Gabriel?" Ron asked suspiciously. "There's no Gabriel in our school."

"He's new here. I met him on the train," Harry replied still searching.

"Harry, believe me. There's no Gabriel in our school," Ron repeated. All of a sudden Harry felt a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"That should have been me instead of Neville," Harry said seriously. "When we first walked into the compartment, Gabriel was there. He told me that it was reserved for me."

"What are you talking about, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"He put the Flue Fire there, thinking I was going to be sitting there, not Neville!" But I moved and that's why Neville got the blow instead," Harry explained.

"Harry there's no Gabriel!" Ron yelled.

"Why isn't anyone taking this Flue Fire seriously?" Harry said getting angry. "Isn't it a little strange that something like this happened on the first day of school!"

"Harry, do you even know what the Flue Fire is?" Ron asked.

"Well-"

"Even though it's the trait of a Dark Arts wizard, the Flue Fire can be caused from anything. Dumbledore probably figured two of the student's potions mixed and that's what caused it. It's not the first time the Flue Fire has occurred at Hogwarts. Just then Harry felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he saw none other then Professor Dumbledore.

"Could I have a word with you, Mr. Potter, after the feast is over?" Dumbledore asked pleasantly.

"Um, yeah sure," Harry replied, returning to better spirits. Having a word with Dumbledore would make him feel less worried

"Very good. The password is 'Lemon Drops.'" He whispered. After the feast was over, Harry retraced the familiar steps to Dumbledore's office. When he came upon the familiar Gargoyle, Harry muttered "Lemon Drops." Once the Gargoyle's mouth had opened, Harry stepped inside, climbed the staircase and knocked on Professor Dumbledore's office.

"Come in Harry," Dumbledore said from behind the door. As Harry stepped inside he saw Dumbledore sitting behind his desk, a smile on his face. "Take a seat. Well, Harry, it's nice to see you up and walking. Is there anything you want to talk about? Harry thought about that for a moment.

"Well, when I first got on the train, I saw this kid. He said his name was Gabriel and he told me that the compartment was reserved for me. I think I was meant to get hurt, not Neville," Harry explained.

"I see," Dumbledore said, no longer smiling. " Who is this boy, Gabriel did you say?"

"I saw him on the train before the accident."

"Alright, if that's all, you may go," Dumbledore said. Harry quietly got up from his seat and retraced the familiar path towards the Gryffindor Tower. When he got to the portrait of the Fat Lady, Harry remembered something. He never found out the password. Just then the portrait swung open and out came Fred and George.

"Hey guys, what are you doing here?" Harry asked the twins.

"Um, nothing much," Fred said nervously.

"We're just up, you know, making mischief like usual," George explained.

"Oh, ok," Harry said climbing through the portrait hole. "See you guys tomorrow," As Harry walked into the Gryffindor Common Room, he saw that no one was there. They're probably all tired, Harry thought to himself as he climbed the spiral staircase towards the Boy's Dorms. After Harry had changed he climbed into his four-poster bed quietly, trying not to wake everyone up. There lying on his bed was a note that read:

Think you have the guts to join

the Fifth Year Secret Society?

If you do, meet in the Astronomy

Tower at midnight. Come alone

wearing a mask so that no one

will know who you are.

The End (for now)