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A/N: I know its not long enough and imnot sure if this chapter really had a point. i should have spent more time on it and all but i felt i needed a new chapter out for this story. sorry if i disappoint ya. please r/r
Harry sat in the great hall eating dinner. He was still thinking about what Ginny had said and if it was true or not. How could Quirrell come to Hogwarts? Harry knew Dumbledore believed in second chances but he would thought he would have gave an exception for Quirrell since he was connected with Voldemort.
" But he DIED!" Hermione said looking at Ron. Ron was convinced Quirrell was coming back.
" You know Hermione," Ron began in a know-it-all voice, " there are spells to bring the dead back."
"Ron! That's dark arts!" Hermione said in confirming voice.
" So? You don't think you-know-who would bring back his old host?" Ron argued.
Harry was beginning to think that Ron wanted Quirrell to come back.
"What makes you think you-know-who is still with Quirrell?" Hermione said sharply.
"Because Harry scar has been hurting!" Ron yelled. Harry looked at him awkwardly, his scar hadn't been hurting. Harry wasn't the only one with the weird looks towards Ron, Hermione was giving him one too.
" Right Harry? Your scar has been hurting you," Ron asked for backup, but Harry didn't give it,
" Actually, no it has-" Harry was broken off by Ron.
"Well," Ron slapped Harry on his forehead. " It hurts now, right?" Ron asked brightly. Harry rubbed his forehead and glared at Ron as Hermione rolled her eyes.
" Do you guys seriously think Quirrell has Voldemort with him?" Harry asked as Ron gasped. He used the word 'Voldemort'
"Harry, that's mad! Neither of them are coming here. Quirrell is dead and who knows where you-know-who is. Besides, your scar hasn't been hurting," Hermione said glaring at Ron at the last sentence.
"We know Quirrell is coming, Ginny wouldn't make something up like that. But I don't know about the one who shall not be named," Ron said.
" C'mon we have Potions in 5 minutes and we need to get to the dungeon," Hermione said bounding up from her seat. Ron followed and Harry dragged behind.
This was great. He was thinking about Voldemort, Vince, Quirrell and Brigette. Now he had Snape to worry about.
The class had gone fairly well. Only 15 points was taken from Gryffindor and Harry didn't receive one detention. Although, Brigette ended up with one for telling Snape to stick his wand up some place where no one would want to see.
Finally, the bell rang. Harry scooted his chair in and headed for the door when he was shoved by a girl with long, flowing brown hair.
"Oops," The girl, who turned out to be Brigette, apologized. Harry layed there on the floor drenched in some kind of liquid that the cauldron was full of, before he knocked it over. Harry muttered some words to himself and stood up.
"Detention Potter!" Snape roared over the sea of kids that were now staring at Harry. One of those students was Draco Malfoy, and he decided to open his disgusting mouth.
"My, my Potter. That's a very nice look for you," He said smiling and looking back at the other students to see if they liked his 'joke.' Madison, who would have normally giggled at Draco's stupidness just looked fast at Harry and ran out the door. Brigette gave a slight evil smile as Vince stood behind all the other kids, acting like the scene never happened. Hermione was burning with fury and snapped real fast at Malfoy, Harry couldn't remember her exact words, but Ron was at her side with his ears turning a lovely shade of red
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Harry arrived in McGonagall's classroom for detention about 10 minutes before Brigette.
" I don't have any chores or assignments for you Harry," Professor McGonagall was going to add on to that sentence but never got to because Brigette had just walked in, nonchalantly.
" Ms. Kingston, I hope you don't think you can just walk in here five minutes late," McGongall told Brigette in a strict voice.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Brigette mumbled under her breath as she sat down next to Harry. They weren't assigned anything, all they had to do was just sit. The first twenty minutes seemed like forever for Harry.
" Harry," Brigette began, " I need your help." Harry looked at her strangely.
"With what?" He questioned.
" With Madison, she's hiding something from me and I know it," Harry still had a strange look on his face.
"It has something to do with Quirrell," She whispered. Harry's scar began to throb with sudden shot of pain. Harry let out a small scream and Professor McGonagall looked up at him.
"Are you all right Mr. Potter?" She asked. Harry shook his head while rubbing his scar and staring at Brigette.
"I'll tell you more after detention. Meet me in the common room tonight." She said while scooting over and pretend to look at a book sitting on a near by desk.
Harry sat and pondered. What was it about Quirrell? WHy did his scar burst out in pain like that? Was Voldemort really with him?
A/N: I know its not long enough and imnot sure if this chapter really had a point. i should have spent more time on it and all but i felt i needed a new chapter out for this story. sorry if i disappoint ya. please r/r
Harry sat in the great hall eating dinner. He was still thinking about what Ginny had said and if it was true or not. How could Quirrell come to Hogwarts? Harry knew Dumbledore believed in second chances but he would thought he would have gave an exception for Quirrell since he was connected with Voldemort.
" But he DIED!" Hermione said looking at Ron. Ron was convinced Quirrell was coming back.
" You know Hermione," Ron began in a know-it-all voice, " there are spells to bring the dead back."
"Ron! That's dark arts!" Hermione said in confirming voice.
" So? You don't think you-know-who would bring back his old host?" Ron argued.
Harry was beginning to think that Ron wanted Quirrell to come back.
"What makes you think you-know-who is still with Quirrell?" Hermione said sharply.
"Because Harry scar has been hurting!" Ron yelled. Harry looked at him awkwardly, his scar hadn't been hurting. Harry wasn't the only one with the weird looks towards Ron, Hermione was giving him one too.
" Right Harry? Your scar has been hurting you," Ron asked for backup, but Harry didn't give it,
" Actually, no it has-" Harry was broken off by Ron.
"Well," Ron slapped Harry on his forehead. " It hurts now, right?" Ron asked brightly. Harry rubbed his forehead and glared at Ron as Hermione rolled her eyes.
" Do you guys seriously think Quirrell has Voldemort with him?" Harry asked as Ron gasped. He used the word 'Voldemort'
"Harry, that's mad! Neither of them are coming here. Quirrell is dead and who knows where you-know-who is. Besides, your scar hasn't been hurting," Hermione said glaring at Ron at the last sentence.
"We know Quirrell is coming, Ginny wouldn't make something up like that. But I don't know about the one who shall not be named," Ron said.
" C'mon we have Potions in 5 minutes and we need to get to the dungeon," Hermione said bounding up from her seat. Ron followed and Harry dragged behind.
This was great. He was thinking about Voldemort, Vince, Quirrell and Brigette. Now he had Snape to worry about.
The class had gone fairly well. Only 15 points was taken from Gryffindor and Harry didn't receive one detention. Although, Brigette ended up with one for telling Snape to stick his wand up some place where no one would want to see.
Finally, the bell rang. Harry scooted his chair in and headed for the door when he was shoved by a girl with long, flowing brown hair.
"Oops," The girl, who turned out to be Brigette, apologized. Harry layed there on the floor drenched in some kind of liquid that the cauldron was full of, before he knocked it over. Harry muttered some words to himself and stood up.
"Detention Potter!" Snape roared over the sea of kids that were now staring at Harry. One of those students was Draco Malfoy, and he decided to open his disgusting mouth.
"My, my Potter. That's a very nice look for you," He said smiling and looking back at the other students to see if they liked his 'joke.' Madison, who would have normally giggled at Draco's stupidness just looked fast at Harry and ran out the door. Brigette gave a slight evil smile as Vince stood behind all the other kids, acting like the scene never happened. Hermione was burning with fury and snapped real fast at Malfoy, Harry couldn't remember her exact words, but Ron was at her side with his ears turning a lovely shade of red
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Harry arrived in McGonagall's classroom for detention about 10 minutes before Brigette.
" I don't have any chores or assignments for you Harry," Professor McGonagall was going to add on to that sentence but never got to because Brigette had just walked in, nonchalantly.
" Ms. Kingston, I hope you don't think you can just walk in here five minutes late," McGongall told Brigette in a strict voice.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Brigette mumbled under her breath as she sat down next to Harry. They weren't assigned anything, all they had to do was just sit. The first twenty minutes seemed like forever for Harry.
" Harry," Brigette began, " I need your help." Harry looked at her strangely.
"With what?" He questioned.
" With Madison, she's hiding something from me and I know it," Harry still had a strange look on his face.
"It has something to do with Quirrell," She whispered. Harry's scar began to throb with sudden shot of pain. Harry let out a small scream and Professor McGonagall looked up at him.
"Are you all right Mr. Potter?" She asked. Harry shook his head while rubbing his scar and staring at Brigette.
"I'll tell you more after detention. Meet me in the common room tonight." She said while scooting over and pretend to look at a book sitting on a near by desk.
Harry sat and pondered. What was it about Quirrell? WHy did his scar burst out in pain like that? Was Voldemort really with him?