They seated themselves in the cushy armchairs in Dumbldore's office, the previous heads of Hogwarts looking down on them. Dumbldore cleared his throat and there attention was drawn to him. He looked grave and his sparkling eyes had deep shadows encircling them still a smile was on his face.
"Hello Harry, Ron. It's so nice to see you again."
"You also," said Harry.
"Well I bring you here on grave news," said Dumbldore, "It is about Sam Weasly. He was on the Quidditch Pitch practicing and his broom went out of control. It flew him up fifteen feet turned upside down and he dropped off. His team members did slow his fall by attempting to catch him. If they hadn't he would be dead." Every one had gone pale. Dumbldore continued his eyes set firmly on Harry, "Well no one could be seen on the pitch and the team certainly didn't curse it."
"Have you got the broom," asked Harry very quickly.
"Yes of course Harry." Said Dumbldore brining out a dirty broom handle. He then rummaged around and bought the head. Harry levitated it into a bag he tapped it with his wand and it disappeared into his pocket.
"I'll take it in for analysis," said Harry.
"Very good," said Dumbldore obviously happy with Harry's efficiency "We do have a suspect. He has been seen near Hogsmead and is also suspected of many criminal offences."
"Who is it. John Stirling wouldn't try anything like that. Well yeah he's into petty crimes like," But Dumbldore stopped Harry.
"Harry we think Draco Malfoy is responsible for Sam's fall." Harry opened his mouth. No words came out so he closed it. Harry looked at Ron. He was furious.
"What are we going to do about it?" asked Ron looking as though he was about to march him self down to Malfoy Manner and begin a mass murder.
"You," said Harry pointedly, "Will do nothing. It's not your field of work. It's up to Dumbldore and the aurors." Ron knew this was true and accepted it with little fight. Harry glanced at his wristwatch. It was 8:30. They had forgotten to meet Hermione at 6.
"Professor May we go to the owlery and send and owl and then viosit Sam?" asked Harry.
"Why of course," said Dumbledore standing up and shaking their hands. Dumbldore quietly whispered to Harry that he would see him soon. Harry had no doubt in this. They walked through the corridors of Hogwarts. Harry smiled at the fond memory. They passed the One eyed witch and Harry laughed quietly. He still had the marauders map. When they reached the owlery Harry walked over to a large Barn Owl that belonged to the school. He grabbed a quill and piece of parchment and wrote,
Dear Hermione,
Sorry about missing you at six. I got called To Dumbldore's office and there are a few things that need to be taken care of. We will back tomorrow.
Harry and Ron
Harry gave it to the Barn Owl who looked very Happy to get out. He did not watch it fly out into the night sky but instead quickly went to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfry was still there though looking older. She opened the door and beamed. She had got to know Harry very well with all the injuries adorned upon him. She smiled.
"How are you dears," she said letting them in.
"Were great," said Harry. She raised her eyebrows.
"Just like the time you were great in seventh year. You had a dagger driven into your collarbone. And when,"
"Ok," said Harry, "I may have lied to you a few times but this time I'm not." She shook her haid and led them over to Sam's bed. Sam was lying in the white sheets bandages covering his arms and right leg. He had a nasty bump on his head. Harry dragged up his chair and sat down.
"Hello Sam," he said.
"Ron, Harry," he croaked a smile appearing on his pale tear stained face. Harry decided he was in no state to answer questions today. They talked for a while till Madam Pomfry insisted that they leave soon.
"Well before I go I have something to give you." He pulled out a grubby piece of Parchment. Sam looked at it disdainfully.
"What was it Dad's first report on cauldron thickness?" he laughed.
"No that's far to valuable. This," he said pulling out his wand, "Is the marauders map." He tapped it with his wand and said,
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." Sam's face lit as he stared at the map.
"When you done, say Mischief managed." Said Harry standing up and waving goodbye to Sam. They walked quietly back to Hogsmead. They had settled on staying at Lupins and Sirius's for the night. They walked up the garden path and knocked on the heavy wooden door. Lupin answered it and welcomed them inside.
"So what brings you hear?" asked Lupin taking there cloaks.
"Work," said Harry simply.
"I know that look," said Sirius coming in "It means he is tiered and is not going to tell you anything. Harry you can stay in the end room and Ron the first on the right." Harry thanked them and went upstairs to the room. He pulled off the covers collapsed in and fell slowly to sleep. Malfoy's case still pulsing through his mind. And what did Sam have to do with it. This was not good.
"Hello Harry, Ron. It's so nice to see you again."
"You also," said Harry.
"Well I bring you here on grave news," said Dumbldore, "It is about Sam Weasly. He was on the Quidditch Pitch practicing and his broom went out of control. It flew him up fifteen feet turned upside down and he dropped off. His team members did slow his fall by attempting to catch him. If they hadn't he would be dead." Every one had gone pale. Dumbldore continued his eyes set firmly on Harry, "Well no one could be seen on the pitch and the team certainly didn't curse it."
"Have you got the broom," asked Harry very quickly.
"Yes of course Harry." Said Dumbldore brining out a dirty broom handle. He then rummaged around and bought the head. Harry levitated it into a bag he tapped it with his wand and it disappeared into his pocket.
"I'll take it in for analysis," said Harry.
"Very good," said Dumbldore obviously happy with Harry's efficiency "We do have a suspect. He has been seen near Hogsmead and is also suspected of many criminal offences."
"Who is it. John Stirling wouldn't try anything like that. Well yeah he's into petty crimes like," But Dumbldore stopped Harry.
"Harry we think Draco Malfoy is responsible for Sam's fall." Harry opened his mouth. No words came out so he closed it. Harry looked at Ron. He was furious.
"What are we going to do about it?" asked Ron looking as though he was about to march him self down to Malfoy Manner and begin a mass murder.
"You," said Harry pointedly, "Will do nothing. It's not your field of work. It's up to Dumbldore and the aurors." Ron knew this was true and accepted it with little fight. Harry glanced at his wristwatch. It was 8:30. They had forgotten to meet Hermione at 6.
"Professor May we go to the owlery and send and owl and then viosit Sam?" asked Harry.
"Why of course," said Dumbledore standing up and shaking their hands. Dumbldore quietly whispered to Harry that he would see him soon. Harry had no doubt in this. They walked through the corridors of Hogwarts. Harry smiled at the fond memory. They passed the One eyed witch and Harry laughed quietly. He still had the marauders map. When they reached the owlery Harry walked over to a large Barn Owl that belonged to the school. He grabbed a quill and piece of parchment and wrote,
Dear Hermione,
Sorry about missing you at six. I got called To Dumbldore's office and there are a few things that need to be taken care of. We will back tomorrow.
Harry and Ron
Harry gave it to the Barn Owl who looked very Happy to get out. He did not watch it fly out into the night sky but instead quickly went to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfry was still there though looking older. She opened the door and beamed. She had got to know Harry very well with all the injuries adorned upon him. She smiled.
"How are you dears," she said letting them in.
"Were great," said Harry. She raised her eyebrows.
"Just like the time you were great in seventh year. You had a dagger driven into your collarbone. And when,"
"Ok," said Harry, "I may have lied to you a few times but this time I'm not." She shook her haid and led them over to Sam's bed. Sam was lying in the white sheets bandages covering his arms and right leg. He had a nasty bump on his head. Harry dragged up his chair and sat down.
"Hello Sam," he said.
"Ron, Harry," he croaked a smile appearing on his pale tear stained face. Harry decided he was in no state to answer questions today. They talked for a while till Madam Pomfry insisted that they leave soon.
"Well before I go I have something to give you." He pulled out a grubby piece of Parchment. Sam looked at it disdainfully.
"What was it Dad's first report on cauldron thickness?" he laughed.
"No that's far to valuable. This," he said pulling out his wand, "Is the marauders map." He tapped it with his wand and said,
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." Sam's face lit as he stared at the map.
"When you done, say Mischief managed." Said Harry standing up and waving goodbye to Sam. They walked quietly back to Hogsmead. They had settled on staying at Lupins and Sirius's for the night. They walked up the garden path and knocked on the heavy wooden door. Lupin answered it and welcomed them inside.
"So what brings you hear?" asked Lupin taking there cloaks.
"Work," said Harry simply.
"I know that look," said Sirius coming in "It means he is tiered and is not going to tell you anything. Harry you can stay in the end room and Ron the first on the right." Harry thanked them and went upstairs to the room. He pulled off the covers collapsed in and fell slowly to sleep. Malfoy's case still pulsing through his mind. And what did Sam have to do with it. This was not good.