Chapter 8
Prefects and Deaths
***Harry***
"Mr. Potter," Snape looked down at his old tormentor's son. "First off I would like to say I'm sorry about your loss." I stared at him in shock. "And secondly Dumbledore wants you to know all the passwords to everything in the school. You are to come to the prefect's meetings, so you're a 5th year prefect, just with a different title, and no badge. Understood?" I swallowed nervously and nodded. "All right, let's join the others." We stepped through the portrait hole and walked over to the others.
When Mione was done telling them a little about the Gryffindor Common Room we walked down to the Ravenclaw Common Room. Snape was leading the way, so Hermione, Terry, and I hung back to talk.
"Harry, did Snape tell you why you're here with us?" Hermione asked.
"No, not really. I think it has something to do with the attack on Ron." I shrugged looking around the halls.
"Oh, right that makes sense." Hermione nodded then turned to Terry. We chatted about our classes, then Terry and I got onto the subject of Quidditch. Mione wasn't too happy about that, but she didn't complain.
"Mr. Boot." Snape snapped from the front of the little 'Prefect Group'. Terry went up to him and started giving us the tour.
"What's the password?" I whispered to Hermione.
"Oh, you don't know? I'll tell you them all later." She whispered back to me as we entered the common room.
***Hermione***
We got back into our common room really late. Snape took us around the entire school. Everywhere, all of the staff's offices and the kitchens. It was insane; we didn't even head back until after midnight, then I had to fill Harry in on everything. Right now we're sitting at breakfast getting our class listings.
"Mione, do my eyes deceive me?" Harry asked poking me in the side.
"What Harry?" I groaned, I was still half asleep.
"Ok, first off, we have History of Magic first, so you can sleep there. Then you won't be so grumpy."
"But Harry!" I started to protest; he just rolled his eyes and clapped his hand over my mouth to shut me up.
"Second, we don't have potions with the Slytherins this year; we have it with the Ravenclaws!"
"What?" I asked yanking his hand off of my mouth, I was fully awake now. I looked down at the table at my time table. "I don't believe it."
"Yeah, this year should be really fun." Harry grinned and grabbed a piece of toast then my arm and dragged me out of the hall.
"Where…?" I started before he interrupted me.
"Class." Harry smirked at me. There had only been a few students left in the hall when we left, and I didn't even notice.
After supper we were sitting in the common room, I was reading my text books for the year, and Harry was quietly flipping through his collection of chocolate frog cards.
"Harry?" I asked cautiously as I grew bored reading about how to stir the perfect potion.
"Yeah?" He looked up at me, a glazed look in his eyes.
"Are you ok?"
"No, not really." He sighed. "I just can't stop thinking about Ron. I keep have these like flashbacks, him included in all of them."
"I know, I've been having them too." I sympathized and rested my arm across his shoulders in a half-hug sort of way. It was true, I'd walk into Professor McGonagall's class and I'd remember walking in there with Harry and Ron joking around about nothing. There were too many memories in this castle; we couldn't get away from it. We sat in silence.
"Mione?" Harry asked suddenly. "Do you think I could switch into arithmancy now? I mean, transfiguration lost all of its fun. And I'll have to put up with her making predictions about my death and she'll be going on about Ron."
"Well, you'd be a little behind." I started, "but I could always tutor you and get you caught up to my level."
"Thanks Mione. I'll ask Dumbledore if I can switch tomorrow morning. Goodnight." With that Harry left me alone in the common room with the flickering flames and my book on potions. I sighed and grabbed my things and headed up to my dorm.
The next few weeks went by fast. It turned out that Harry couldn't switch into arithmancy, so he stayed in divination, but luckily Lisa was in his class. Terry happened to be in mine. We had formed a little study group, Lisa and I helping Terry and Harry in practically everything. We would hang out in the library, at a little table in the back, behind the restricted section where no one could disturb us.
"Harry." Lisa sighed looking over Harry's predictions. "You can't keep making up you're future. And besides, you're going to run out of ways to die sooner or later."
I chuckled. Lisa was starting to sound just like me. "You know Lis, he won't listen to you. He would always come up with ways to die; it's how he and Ron spent their nights in the common room last year."
"But Herm, look at this. Harry died twice by being impaled by a unicorn." Lisa showed me his predictions.
"Hey! That works, see, that one was a male, and that's a filly." Harry defended himself.
"So? It's still the same idea." Lisa argued. Terry, who was working on his arithmancy chart, now looked up at his two arguing friends.
"Well, if you want me to change it, then what do you want me to put? All I can really see in this stupid crystal ball is that swirling white stuff. Wait! I got it!" Harry grinned as he looked into the ball. "It's really foggy one night and I run into a chimaera and it kills be by…tearing me apart with its teeth and tail!" Harry exclaimed jotting it down on his paper. "That'll happen next Tuesday."
"Fine, that works." Lisa sighed and turned to her own crystal ball. "What?" She asked leaning closer to the ball. "Someone is coming." She stated, eyebrow's furrowed, "you're friend Herm."
'My friend?' I wondered. Harry, Lisa, and Terry were sitting right in front of me, how could my 'friend' be coming?
"Hermione?" Hannah Abbot asked in her quiet voice as she stuck her head around the bookcase. "Oh, hi, there you are, I've been looking for you. You were going to help me with the herbology?"
"Oh, Hannah, sorry, yeah. Sit down." I said quickly, pushing a stack of our books over on the table to make room.
"Mione's gonna drop a huge book on my head causing permanent brain damage on Monday, then eventual death on Tuesday!" Harry exclaimed as a book hit his foot. "Wait that mean's I'll have to make the chimaera happen on Wednesday." He thought aloud.
"Oh, Harry, you really should learn how to read a crystal ball." Lisa sighed looking up from her own ball.
"But this is more fun." Harry pouted. Terry laughed as he put his parchment away.
"I can't study right now you guys." He said getting up. "And besides, Ravenclaw'll be needing their chaser."
"Thanks for reminding me Terry, I need to come up with some plans to beat you guys." Harry called at Terry's retreating back. I sighed, another good thing about sitting back here is that Madam Pince can't hear Terry and Harry when their shouting to each other, they had absolutely no respect for libraries. We continued studying, or working. Hannah and I on herbology, Lisa on divination then transfiguration, and Harry with quidditch, it's all that boy ever thinks about.
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A.N. I'm SO sorry I haven't updated. But I'll really try to write more often. OTown has been occupying my thoughts for the past few months…well, I'll try to update this at least once a month, if not more. Along with my other stories. If you're an OTown fan PLEASE check out my OTown fic, A Heart Of Music, I've been trying to update that one like once a week, and my other fic that I've been working on is under Wooden Angles, it's Outside Betrayal, also OTown, but that one gets updated about everyday. Well please review, or I think I'll just end this because I don't have time for all of these fics.
~Emma~