5th
Year Sorrows Part 8
"Sirius!" screamed Harry, Ron,
and Hermione. Neville squealed and wet his pants.
"Well, well, that's ok Neville,
we understand," Lupin said as he magically cleaned it up.
"Sirius what are you doing
here?" asked Hermione.
"Well, Dumbledore wanted me to
come, so I came on the train," he said, as if it was obvious.
"Why's Lupin here?" asked Ron
thinking aloud.
"Well, I've been cured, so I'm
not a werewolf anymore. I came because Voldemort's coming back, and Dumbledore
wants as many people as possible to hellp him, because he is working
constantly, and he needs help, especially since Cornelius Fudge won't help,"
said Lupin, "and if I'm correct, you won't be having your divination clases
this year, either."
"Why not?" asked both Ron and
Harry, trying very hard not to laugh.
"Well, Dumbledore is using
her for any predictions she might
make," said Lupin, "Well, we need to get going, we'll be there in 5 minutes.
See you guys at the castle!" As if on
cue, the loudspeaker announced, "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes
time. Please leave your luggage on the train."
A/N: I couldn't think
of what else to write, so I'm just gonna go straight to when the get off the
train.
Harry, Ron and Hermione got off
the train.
"First years, come over here
please," it was Lupin, not Hagrid. Harry, Ron, and Hermione got into a
horseless carriage, along with Neville, but the carriage took them to where
they went in their first year. Lupin was at the front of the long line of
students. He knocked 3 times. The door swung open and Flitwick opened it.
"This is strange," whipered
Hermione.
"Yeah I know," said Harry. Tiny
Flitwick addressed the students.
"Second Years and up, you will
be going into the Great Hall for the Sorting, but there will be no feast, just
a normal dinner," he squeaked. Everyone groaned. They walked into the Great
Hall. The High Table was rather empty. There was noo Hagrid, no Snape, and no
new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, either. Harry, Ron, and Hermione
made their way over to the rather empty Gryffindor table. Nothing was the same,
and it just wasn't right.
The Sorting Hat sang a rather
short song, and the students all got sorted. Then, Dumbledore got up. "Welcome
students. As you have been informed, there will be no feast tonight; it will be
held on September first, as usual. For the rest of the summer, it will be like the normal school year, just
with no work or classes," the Hall cheered. "but, I do need to announce, this
year, Slytherin, Gryffindor, and Hufflepuff need new Quidditch Captains," the
Hall was silent; some Hufflepuffs had silent tears on their faces. Harry
remembered only too well the day Cedric Diggory died. "As there are no
Slytherins here except for the first years, we won't announce that, but Hufflepuff's
captain is... Sally-Ann Gollingchuck," Harry recognized her as the 5th
year who looked like she'd rip his head off if he didn't go to the Yule Ball
with her. Ron was laughing silently at her. "And Gryffindor's Captain is...
Ronald Weasley!" Ron looked shocked, he absolutely loved Quidditch, and Harry
was way too happy for him. He would no longer be overshadowed by his brothers.
When the dinner was over,
Professor McGonagall came over and told Harry, Hermione, and the other Prefects
the password. Harry was in slight gloom, he didn't really want to be a Prefect.