1.1 CHAPTER TWO
"G'morning!" Hermione greeted the two.
"Wow, we're cheerful today!" Ron replied. Harry remained quiet.
"Hey Harry, is there something wrong?" Hermione asked.
"No, nothing's wrong," Harry replied simply. Hermione knew she couldn't push the topic so she just shrugged her shoulders.
As usual, the plates starting filling up with food. Everyone started grabbing their spoons, forks, and knives and started eating --- everyone except Harry.
"Are you sick?" Ron queried. Harry shook his head.
"What's wrong with him, Ron?" Hermione demanded.
"How in the world should I know?!" Ron retorted.
"You should know of all people!"
"I'm not his guardian angel you know!"
"But you're his best friend!"
"And so are you!"
"Stop it, both of you!" Harry exclaimed. Ron and Hermione immediately stopped. They both looked at Harry.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I didn't mean to raise my voice. It's just that I don't want you to fuss over me to the point that you guys are fighting in front of all the Gryffindors." He looked around. Thankfully everyone was still eating and minding their business.
"Sorry," Ron and Hermione said at the same time.
The trio resumed eating. Though the food was totally scrumptious, Harry didn't eat much. He wasn't really very hungry.
Professor Lupin passed by the Gryffindor table. He saw Harry and noticed the fact that Harry wasn't eating much.
"Good morning Mr. Potter," greeted Lupin.
Harry looked up to see Professor Lupin. "Good morning Professor," he greeted.
"Eat plenty, Harry," Lupin said. "The food's really good. Isn't it, Mr. Weasley?" he asked Ron, who was eating like a pig. Ron just nodded for his mouth was stuffed with food.
"I have no appetite, sir," replied Harry plainly.
Lupin shrugged. "Well, suit yourself," he said and walked off to the staff table.
Oliver Wood suddenly appeared at Harry's back. He noticed Harry wasn't touching his food. "Say Harry, you've got to eat," he said. Harry shot him a questioning look.
"You'll be excused from all of your classes from morning till before lunch."
"Why?"
"Quidditch practice."
"Are we having a match?"
"Yep."
"When?"
"After lunch. It's against Slytherin."
"What?!" Harry practically jumped out of his seat.
"Why are you so surprised? I know you can tackle Slytherin's seeker anytime." Wood was referring to Draco Malfoy, Slytherin's seeker and Harry's archenemy.
"Yeah, I know that too. But how come the match's so sudden?"
"Beats me." replied Wood. "McGonagall informed me just a few minutes ago." Wood clapped a hand on Harry's shoulder and gave him a wink. "I know we can do it," Wood walked off to his seat.
Harry groaned inwardly. Great, he told himself. I was planning on telling Hermione already. How in the world am I supposed to tell her if there's Quidditch practice?
I guess this will remain a secret for a while, Harry concluded.
"G'morning!" Hermione greeted the two.
"Wow, we're cheerful today!" Ron replied. Harry remained quiet.
"Hey Harry, is there something wrong?" Hermione asked.
"No, nothing's wrong," Harry replied simply. Hermione knew she couldn't push the topic so she just shrugged her shoulders.
As usual, the plates starting filling up with food. Everyone started grabbing their spoons, forks, and knives and started eating --- everyone except Harry.
"Are you sick?" Ron queried. Harry shook his head.
"What's wrong with him, Ron?" Hermione demanded.
"How in the world should I know?!" Ron retorted.
"You should know of all people!"
"I'm not his guardian angel you know!"
"But you're his best friend!"
"And so are you!"
"Stop it, both of you!" Harry exclaimed. Ron and Hermione immediately stopped. They both looked at Harry.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I didn't mean to raise my voice. It's just that I don't want you to fuss over me to the point that you guys are fighting in front of all the Gryffindors." He looked around. Thankfully everyone was still eating and minding their business.
"Sorry," Ron and Hermione said at the same time.
The trio resumed eating. Though the food was totally scrumptious, Harry didn't eat much. He wasn't really very hungry.
Professor Lupin passed by the Gryffindor table. He saw Harry and noticed the fact that Harry wasn't eating much.
"Good morning Mr. Potter," greeted Lupin.
Harry looked up to see Professor Lupin. "Good morning Professor," he greeted.
"Eat plenty, Harry," Lupin said. "The food's really good. Isn't it, Mr. Weasley?" he asked Ron, who was eating like a pig. Ron just nodded for his mouth was stuffed with food.
"I have no appetite, sir," replied Harry plainly.
Lupin shrugged. "Well, suit yourself," he said and walked off to the staff table.
Oliver Wood suddenly appeared at Harry's back. He noticed Harry wasn't touching his food. "Say Harry, you've got to eat," he said. Harry shot him a questioning look.
"You'll be excused from all of your classes from morning till before lunch."
"Why?"
"Quidditch practice."
"Are we having a match?"
"Yep."
"When?"
"After lunch. It's against Slytherin."
"What?!" Harry practically jumped out of his seat.
"Why are you so surprised? I know you can tackle Slytherin's seeker anytime." Wood was referring to Draco Malfoy, Slytherin's seeker and Harry's archenemy.
"Yeah, I know that too. But how come the match's so sudden?"
"Beats me." replied Wood. "McGonagall informed me just a few minutes ago." Wood clapped a hand on Harry's shoulder and gave him a wink. "I know we can do it," Wood walked off to his seat.
Harry groaned inwardly. Great, he told himself. I was planning on telling Hermione already. How in the world am I supposed to tell her if there's Quidditch practice?
I guess this will remain a secret for a while, Harry concluded.
