Chapter V
Harry groaned. He had just woken up the
next day (Sunday), and it was the first day of the Quidditch season. But the
problem was that it was raining – hard. The match was against Ravenclaw,
and it was to be held at night, since they needed to train all day for so that
Rachel would be prepared.
Harry
stumbled out of bed and went to take a shower. As the warm water cascaded down
his back, Harry slowly woke up and the excitement that only Quidditch could
bring fluttered into Harry's stomach. He cheerfully got dressed and looked at
his clock. It was 5:00am!
"Oh
well. At least I'm awake properly now," he
thought to himself. He decided to go down to breakfast anyway, since he had
gone down to breakfast at this time once before, and knew that breakfast would
already be prepared. He walked into the common room and had barely walked 3
steps, when, slowly, a door creaked open behind him. Harry spun around quickly,
and saw Rachel poking her head around the door to the girls' dormitories. Her
hair was knotted and her eyes were a little bleary.
"What're
you doing up this early?" Rachel asked Harry, walking out of the door, and
Harry saw that she was dressed in a purple silk dressing gown with Winnie the
Pooh all over it. Harry sat on the couch.
"I
woke up too early; that always happens on the morning of a Quidditch match," he
replied.
"Oh,
me too. Morning of Quidditch matches are the only mornings I like; the rest of
the time, I don't like mornings!" Rachel said, sitting down next to Harry on
the couch. She showed him her bookmark that was placed in a book that she had
left out the night before on a table. It had a picture of a polar bear on it,
and a light blue ribbon was tied through a hole in the top right-hand corner.
Underneath the polar bear were the words:
I
don't do mornings!
Harry
laughed. Rachel grinned. Suddenly, Rachel stood up.
"I'll
just go get dressed, but will you wait for me? I hate walking through this
castle alone; Peeves always seems to find a way to trip me up!" Rachel said, as
she walked over to the girls' dorms.
"Sure,
of course," Harry replied. Rachel grinned and went to go and get dressed. Harry
just sat there, thinking. Suddenly, the door opened again. Harry, looking up,
expected to see Rachel, but Ginny was stood there, dressed in a green silk
dressing gown. Harry's mind whirled. He knew Ginny had a crush on him, so this
was not a good sign.
"Hi,"
Ginny said uncertainly.
"Good
morning," Harry replied.
"Listen,
Harry. I-I'm sorry th-that I always seemed to bother you by having that silly
little crush on you." Ginny took a deep breath and seemed to gain confidence.
"I guess I was silly to ever believe that you'd like me more than a friend. I
also realized that I'd rather be your friend, than being embarrassed around
you. I'm sorry. Do you accept my apology and want to be my friend?" Ginny held
out her hand.
"Sure,
Ginny. You must have gathered up a lot of courage to do this. Thank you for
being mature and just wanting to be good friends," Harry said, shaking her
hand. While they were shaking hands, Rachel appeared, fully dressed in her
robes. She was wearing little silver studs that were in the shape of wands. She
also had lip-gloss on and had put a tiny bit of body glitter on her cheeks. A
yellow ribbon tied her golden-brown, elbow-length hair back into a ponytail,
matching the yellow hair clips that were in her hair. Each hair clip was in the
shape of a sun.
"Wow!
Rachel – we're only practising Quidditch all day!" Harry said, looking her
over.
"Oh
my gosh! I forgot about Quidditch practices!" Rachel gasped, and with that, she
ran back into the girls' dormitories, then ran back out again, wearing normal
silver studs in and no lip-gloss or body glitter on. Her hair was tied back
with a normal, black hair tie.
"Why
were you getting dressed up if you thought there were only classes on today?"
Harry asked her, walking out of the Gryffindor common room. He had forgotten
about Hermione and Ron altogether.
"Oh,
I always dress that way for school," Rachel replied.
"But
I've never seen you dress that way before today," Harry said, pulling up a
tapestry for Rachel. She walked under it and said, "that's because I couldn't
find the stuff before this morning. It had been stashed away in my make-up box,
but I'm such a scatterbrain, I could've sworn it was in my bedside table
drawers!"
Harry laughed.
"What
a day for Quidditch, huh?" Harry said, putting his hands in his pockets. Rachel
snorted in a disapproving way.
"I'll
say. Have you ever played in these conditions before?" she asked him.
"Yeah.
Hermione had to put a charm on my glasses so I could see!" Harry replied.
"It
must be horrible having to play Quidditch with glasses on. Why don't you get
contacts?" Rachel asked him. They had reached the Great Hall and sat down at
the Gryffindor Table. There were no teachers at the High Table.
"I
guess I could ask Sirius to get me some. I hate glasses," Harry said, wondering
why he hadn't thought of that before.
"You
mean Sirius Black your godfather?" Rachel asked, not noticing what she had
said. Harry's face went pale.
"How did you know that Sirius
Black is my godfather?" Harry asked, amazed. Rachel's eyes widened and her
mouth slowly dropped open.
"Oh no. Listen Harry. There are
a few things you should know. You see, my-" Rachel started to say, but was
interrupted by Professor Dumbledore, who had just walked into the Great Hall
and had started to speak.
"Ah, Harry. I'm glad you're up
early. Could you come with me, please?"
"Um…okay," Harry replied. He
looked at Rachel as he started to walk away, and she just shrugged. Dumbledore
led Harry through the castle and to the stone gargoyle.
"Hot chocolate," Dumbledore
said to the gargoyle, which sprang to life and jumped to the side, revealing
the spiral staircase that was slowly moving upwards by itself towards
Dumbledore's office. They entered it a few seconds later, and Harry sat down in
the chair in front of Dumbledore's desk, while Professor Dumbledore sat behind
it.
"What do you want, Professor?"
Harry asked Dumbledore.
"There are a few things I need
to tell you. It's about the past, and about your parents. Are you ready to hear
the truth?" Dumbledore asked him.
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Author's Note: I know, I know. Another cliffhanger! But the chapter was
getting long and it seemed like a good place to stop! But I promise to continue
from there and then we'll go into the Quidditch practices and match – all in
one chapter! So you've been warned: the next chapter will be long! (Heh heh!)
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