Chapter 4: Night Class
Ron's
eyes were flashing with anger, but his face was a sickly pale. Everyone in the compartment was ill at ease,
but Ron was just furious.
"How
could they? How could they?!" he suddenly burst out as the train started
off once more.
"Ron…"
Hermione said softly, reaching her hand toward his shoulder.
"Don't. Just don't," he said sharply, brushing it
away, "Everyone knows the fear that is
spreading everywhere, and they pretend someone was killed!"
"Stupid
Slytherin second years," Harry muttered, hugging his legs to his chest, "They
thought they'd be so cool."
"Don't
dwell on it, guys," Azar said quietly, "No one was hurt. Let's just think of Hogwarts."
"That's
not a cheerful thought," Harry said quietly.
The
other three looked at him, a little surprised. They didn't ask him about it, though. In silence, the train pulled up to Hogsmeade station.
They
all got in one of the carriages, but just as it was about to leave, Neville ran
up and asked if he could ride with them.
"Where
have you been anyways, Neville?" Ron asked.
Neville
dropped his eyes and his cheeks went pink. "No place special."
"Is
it the same place you went on our last Hogwarts Express ride?" Azar asked, a
grin creeping to her lips.
"Er…uh,
well, ye-no…um, maybe."
"Is
there a certain special someone you were with?" Hermione cooed.
Neville
really went red this time.
"Oh,
come off it," said Ron in Neville's defense.
"Okay
then. Harry, do you have any special
girl in mind?" Azar said, turning the tables.
"What?"
Harry's eyes widened.
"Ah,
c'mon. There's got to be some girl you
like," Hermione wheedled.
"Er…I-
oh, pick on Ron, why don't you?"
"Well,
duh," Azar said, rolling her eyes, "He likes Hermione. We've seen the evidence of that. Need an answer. You're not getting out of this one, Harry legs."
"Harry
legs?! Where in the world did that come
from? You can't even see my legs!"
"First
thing that came to mind," she grinned, "How 'bout it? You need a nickname, anyways."
"But
not 'Harry legs'!"
Everyone
was in a much better mood as they walked up the stairs to Hogwarts.
As
they walked through the great double doors, Harry said, "No Malfoy. No Peeves. We're actually getting through the doorway without any inter-"
"Potter,"
came an all too familiar slimy voice.
Harry
turned to face Professor Snape. "I'm
afraid you shall have to miss the Sorting. You must go to Dumbledore's office immediately."
Harry
glanced an apology to his friends, then followed Snape through the halls. Snape walked with such purpose that Harry
had to jog to keep up. The silence was eerie,
so Harry tried to break it.
"So
how's the spying?"
Snape
whirled on him. "Never, and I mean never,
speak of that! It may seem like a game
to you, Potter, but it's my life you're playing with!"
The
man turned swiftly back around and continued at a faster pace. Harry stared, gaping. He hadn't meant anything by it, but
apparently things weren't going well if Snape was so edgy. They walked on in silence.
"Ice
Mice," Snape spat.
Harry
quickly followed him up the stairs and through the door and then stopped, a bit
taken aback. Not only was Dumbledore in
the room, but so were two wizards dressed completely in black and wearing
sunglasses. One was extremely tall and
skinny, with a sharp jaw line. The
other was a bit on the hefty side and had a small mustache that looked like it
was groomed every day.
"Harry,
sit down," Dumbledore said firmly, "These gentlemen have a few questions to ask you. I assure you it is not to my approval, but
the Minister demands it."
Dumbledore
looked at the men with something a little stronger than disapproval. They ignored him and walked up to the chair
in which Harry was seated.
"We
request to speak to him alone," the tall man said in a nasal voice, glancing at
Snape and Dumbledore.
"Go
to the Sorting, Severus. I'll remain
here for the time being."
The
man with the mustache looked like he was going to object, but Dumbledore looked
him in the eye and silenced the thought immediately. Instead, he turned on Harry. Harry saw his own worried reflection staring back from the man's
sunglasses.
"Mr.
Potter," he said in a gruff voice, "are you aware of the events that took place
on the Hogwarts Express this afternoon?"
"I'm
not sure, sir."
"The
faked murder."
"Oh. Well, yeah."
"Where
were you at the time?"
"In
a compartment, with my friends. We were
getting our things together when we heard a-"
"How
do you make the Dark Mark?" the man interrupted sharply, catching Harry off
guard.
"What?"
Harry blinked, surprised.
"You
do know how to make the Dark Mark, don't you?"
"Of
course not. What has that got to do
with anything?"
"You'll
have to excuse him," the tall man said smoothly, "He tends to jump around
without explanation. I assume, then,
that you were not aware that the Dark Mark was found over the train car in
which the false murder took place?"
Harry's
eyes widened. "I had no idea."
"I'm
sure," the man with the mustache said with a short laugh.
"You
were friends with one Miss Cho Chang, were you not?" the tall man asked.
"Yes,
I was," Harry said, feeling his stomach tighten.
"And
a bitter acquaintance of a Mr. Draco Malfoy?"
"Yes…sir."
"Both
disappeared, I understand."
Harry's
jaw went slack. "Well, yeah. But I'm sure Professor Dumbledore knows more
about that. He could tell you."
"He
already has told us."
"Then
why were you asking me?"
"You
say you had a meeting with You-Know-Who this previous year?" the tall man went
on, ignoring Harry.
"Y-yes. I did."
The
man with the mustache sneered. "I'm
sure."
"You
live with muggles, correct?" the tall man continued.
Harry
nodded.
"Do
you enjoy living with them?"
"No."
"Aha!"
cried the man with the mustache, "So you're a muggle-hater, eh?!"
"What?! No, I-"
The
tall man silenced them both with an upraised palm. "You'll have to excuse him, Harry. He tends to jump to conclusions. So, how is your life here at Hogwarts?"
Harry
furrowed his brows, unsure of what was going on. "Well, most of the t-"
"Admit
it!" the man with the mustache yelled suddenly, "You killed Cedric Diggory in
your fourth year, didn't you?!"
Harry's
eyes widened and he went pale. Dumbledore stood up sharply, anger flashing in his eyes, and Harry was
sure he had seen a couple of sparks fly from somewhere.
"Never,
and I say never accuse this boy of any
wrongdoing! Out! Both of you!"
The
two men decided to give no objection and skulked out. Harry wiped his face with his hands, then pulled them through his
hair.
"I'm
sorry, Harry," Dumbledore said, placing his hand on Harry's shoulder, "I wasn't
even sure why they were here. If I had
even thought…"
"It's
okay, Professor," Harry sighed, smiling weakly up at him, "I'm a bit used to it
by now."
"No
one should have to get used to that, Harry. No one should have to go through what you have."
"That's
what I get for living, I guess," he grimaced, "Well, I'd better get back to the
Sorting."
Dumbledore
looked at him sadly. "Yes, I believe
that would be best. Try to keep your
chin up, Harry. You never know what
joys lie just around the corner."
Harry
walked through the corridors, each step echoing as he thought to himself.
"But
I don't want joys," he muttered, "I just want normalcy."
Harry
arrived just as the Sorting finished. Ron and Hermione looked at him questionably, but he said he'd tell them
later. As soon as they finished the
feast, everyone filed out of the Great Hall.
"Okay,
first year Ravenclaws!" Azar called over the crowd, prefect badge gleaming,
"Just follow me! With luck, nearly all
of us will arrive at the common room safely!"
Harry
smiled. Azar had been waiting for this,
and was relishing in it. He, however,
simply followed the new Gryffindors, letting Hermione lead them through the
school. He gave a large yawn as they
reached the portrait of the Fat Lady and Hermione informed everyone that the
password was 'neologism'. He lazily
plopped down on a chair right next to Ron.
"What'd
I miss at the Sorting?" he asked.
"Not
much. Pretty average Sorting."
"Hey,
what happened with Dean's sister and Katie's brother?" Harry asked.
"Er…well,
Sarah's a Gryffindor, just as Dean said she would be. James went to Hufflepuff, which is strange. All of Katie's family has been in
Gryffindor."
Harry
was a little surprised. He glanced around,
spotting Katie sitting glumly in chair by the fire. She looked like she was about to cry. Hermione soon joined them.
"So,
Harry, what'd Dumbledore want?"
"Actually,
Dumbledore didn't want anything. There
were a couple of guys there; I guess they were from the ministry. They questioned me."
"Oh
yeah? What about?"
"That's
the weird part. The tall one seemed to
be trying to carry on a normal conversation while the one with the mustache
kept bursting in saying that I knew how to use the Dark Mark, or the like."
"Sounds
a bit off his rocker to me."
"It
was just strange. I don't know what
they wanted, but the whole thing seemed pointless."
"Well,
it's turning out to be an average year," Ron smiled grimly, "Two strange
happenings on the first day sounds about right, eh?"
****
When
Harry went down to the common room the next morning, he found a small crowd
around the bulletin board.
"Hey,
what's that about?" he asked, finding Ron and Hermione.
"They're
offering a new night class this year," Ron said gloomily, "It's called 'Magic
in the Home'. It's about cooking with
magic and the like. My mum heard about
it beforehand and made me promise to take it."
"And
you're not just going to skip it and pretend you took it?" Hermione asked, a
bit surprised.
"Are
you kidding? She'll probably test me on
it, and if I don't know jot…I just don't even want to think about it," he
sighed, "Hey, why don't you guys take it with me?"
"Huh?"
"Ah,
c'mon. I don't want to be all alone
with a bunch of girls…wait. On second
thought-"
"I'll
go," Hermione said with a bit of force, "I might as well."
"How
'bout you, Harry?"
"Er…I'd
always planned on living on microwave dinners," he grinned.
"Oh,
c'mon. You can just say my mum forced
you to, and people'll believe it. Heck,
my mum could get Malfoy to take a course in Muggle Studies if she really
tried."
"Okay,
I guess I'll go. There's no harm in it,
and I could meet a few girls…"
A
couple nights later, they were in a large classroom, ready to start 'Magic in the
Home'. A fair number of people had
come, including Neville, Azar, and, to Harry's dismay, Paravati Patil and
Lavender Brown. Harry talked with Azar,
ignoring Paravati's attempts to catch his eye. Apparently she had forgotten all about the Yule Ball from two years
prior and was once again interested in him. The many rumors that he had skipped the Sorting to have an important
meeting with Dumbledore and the Minister may have played a small factor in her
peaked interest.
The door
suddenly burst open, causing a few people to jump. In walked the professor. Harry
could feel his eyes bulge. Ron gaped openly
and Hermione covered her mouth with her hands.
"Oh my
gosh…" she whispered.
"Who'd've
thought…" Ron murmured.
Harry
just stared. Out of all the people in the
world, this was the last he had expected to walk in.
~*~*~
A/N: Hmmm… Who's the mysterious new teacher, eh? Well, I must admit, I'm not even sure. I've got a few ideas, but I'd like your opinion! (This ought to be fun…) ^-^
Was the murder being a false alarm a big disappointment? I kept thinking of whom I could kill, but decided it was a bit early for all that. This chapter was going to be longer, but…it's not. Yeah, oh well. And I tried to do a bit of good cop/bad cop there with the two ministry guys. Turned out a bit…interesting.
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