"Potter, can I please see you in my office after breakfast?" Professor Mc
Gonagall asked Harry a few days later. "Yes, Professor." Ron looked
suspiciously at Harry, but Hermione was too delirious from whatever
happened to her the other day to even hear Professor McGonagall. Harry
finished eating and walked out of the Great Hall. 'Sit down, Potter,"
Professor McGonagall said when he reached her office. She told him that he
was falling behind in class, his grades were slipping, and so was his class
participation. "Potter, I hope you realize that we'll be forced to remove
you from this school if you continue on like this, Professor McGonagall
said. "I do realize that, Professor," Harry informed her. "Good."
* * *
Later, in Gryffindor tower, "Come, now." Harry knew who that was and what they meant. They'd been saying the same thing to Harry at the same exact time, when Harry was in bed, for quite a while already. Harry knew better by now then to protest, so he groaned, slipped out of bed, and put on his robe and slippers. Harry knew where this man was taking him, to the most awful place Harry had ever been. Harry was in such a desperate situation that he didn't know what to do about. He couldn't tell anyone. The man would murder him; he'd made that clear to Harry the first night this went on. It was such a despicable crime, and Harry couldn't imagine how anyone could be this cruel, that they'd want to, to, to, rape someone. "In," the man ordered when they reached the door. Harry, trembling with fear, went inside after the man.
* * *
Soon, it was all over, and Harry was allowed to go back to Gryffindor Tower. Harry couldn't sleep though, and by the time Ron woke up, he was in tears, but he wouldn't tell
Ron what was bothering him. When they went to breakfast, he wouldn't tell Hermione either, not that she was paying him any attention anyway, though. Ron, now, decided that he better sort out both Harry and Hermione's problems, even if he had to do it alone.
* * *
Later, in Gryffindor tower, "Come, now." Harry knew who that was and what they meant. They'd been saying the same thing to Harry at the same exact time, when Harry was in bed, for quite a while already. Harry knew better by now then to protest, so he groaned, slipped out of bed, and put on his robe and slippers. Harry knew where this man was taking him, to the most awful place Harry had ever been. Harry was in such a desperate situation that he didn't know what to do about. He couldn't tell anyone. The man would murder him; he'd made that clear to Harry the first night this went on. It was such a despicable crime, and Harry couldn't imagine how anyone could be this cruel, that they'd want to, to, to, rape someone. "In," the man ordered when they reached the door. Harry, trembling with fear, went inside after the man.
* * *
Soon, it was all over, and Harry was allowed to go back to Gryffindor Tower. Harry couldn't sleep though, and by the time Ron woke up, he was in tears, but he wouldn't tell
Ron what was bothering him. When they went to breakfast, he wouldn't tell Hermione either, not that she was paying him any attention anyway, though. Ron, now, decided that he better sort out both Harry and Hermione's problems, even if he had to do it alone.