Harry Potter and the Messengers of Sorrow Ch-6
Author's Note: Okay. There has been a bit of confusion. Since the Sorting Hat is gone and is not found yet, then naturally all of the first years haven't been sorted into houses yet. They are all in one common room called the first year common room. They will stay there until the Sorting Hat is found and can sort them. But they can go into a house common room if they are invited by a member of that house. Only first years can do this. Also, Lavender had invited Gracie to come in whenever she wanted to, but I think now she will have different feelings toward Gracie. Well, anyway, sorry for the mix-up! Enjoy Chapter 6!
Disclaimer: We do not own any characters except Cassy Moon, Kammi Nott, Gracie Brown, and all of the other new first years. Thanks!
One month later. Sorting Hat still missing.
"Hermione! Hermione! Guess what? Guess what?" Gracie Brown came bouncing into the Gryffindor common room, her eyes dancing with excitement. Hermione, who was sitting on the chair by the fireplace, laughed.
"What, Gracie?" she asked.
"Well," Gracie continued mysteriously, "are you sure you want to know so fast? Don't you want to guess first?"
"But Gracie," Hermione said, pretending to pout, "I'll never guess. I never do.
So just tell me."
"Well, okay," Gracie grinned. Then she whispered something in Hermione's ear. Hermione gasped. Harry, who was sitting across the room, bounded over to them.
"What is it?" he demanded.
"Oh Harry!" Hermione said happily. "They've found the Sorting Hat!"
"Now I can get sorted." Gracie added.
"That's great!" Harry cried. Then he frowned. "Where did they find it?"
"Well, that's just it." Gracie shrugged.
"Just what?" Hermione inquired.
"They found it in," Gracie looked around dramatically, "the Forbidden Forest. And you two know the only two people at this school that go there all the time."
"Fred and George," Harry murmured.
"But they wouldn't do a thing like stealing the Sorting Hat!" Hermione insisted.
"I wouldn't think so, either. I don't want to believe that they would do such a thing." Harry sighed.
"But they did." Hermione said quietly. Gracie looked from Harry to Hermione wide-eyed, then ran out of the common room.
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Draco Malfoy looked from Crabbe to Goyle, then back to Crabbe again. "All is going well," he sneered. "That fool Dumbledore still thinks that those Weasley twins stole the hat. This is just like Father planned." He paced the Slytherin common room. The torches on the wall reflected him, printing his ghastly silhouette on the stone walls. He then turned to his comrades. "Did you two successfully put the hat in the forest?"
Crabbe and Goyle exchanged bewildered glances. "Uh," Goyle grunted.
"You idiots! DID YOU PUT THE OLD POINTY THING IN THE AREA WITH ALL THE TREES?" Draco yelled.
"Oh, yeah. We did." Crabbe smiled. Goyle nodded in agreement.
"Good," Draco smirked. "We'll pay back those lowlife Weasleys for ruining Father's reputation. That inspection of the house in the beginning of July! Those idiots checked the secret chamber under the drawing room. There they found everything." Draco paused and frowned. "Everything that my Father got as rewards from his master. It's all gone. Father now has nothing, and neither do I." The evil grin suddenly lit up his face again. "Except," he continued, "for one thing."
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"Finally, we get to see the sorting!" Ron Weasley cried as he, Harry, and Hermione made their way down to the Sorting Ceremony. They took a seat at the Gryffindor table. The Sorting Hat was perched on its usual stool, closely guarded by Professor McGonagall. The entire school was present, except for Fred and George Weasley. They were serving their detentions tonight, as punishment for stealing the hat. They were being supervised by the caretaker, Filch, who couldn't care less about the sorting. After the chatting had died down a bit, Dumbledore stood up and surveyed the crowd of students.
"Everyone, we finally get to see the sorting!" he cried. The entire school showed their appreciation by cheering so loud that Harry was sure that even Fred and George on the opposite side of the school could hear them. "Now," Dumbledore continued, "most of you know who we suspect night have stolen this hat. If you have anything that you want to tell us about the hat's disappearance come visit me in my office sometime tomorrow. Now then, if you would start our ceremony, Minerva?" Everyone turned to Professor McGonagall. She nodded toward the hat, and it sang its annual song. Then, she cleared her throat, and called out the first name on her list.
"Addington, Mabel!" A girl with red brown hair made her way up to the stool and gingerly placed the hat on her head.
"RAVENCLAW!" the hat yelled.
"Bennett, Pharrah!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Brown, Grace!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor table went wild, Hermione especially. She hugged Gracie as soon as she joined them. Harry heard her whisper to Gracie, "I'm so proud of you!" Gracie beamed.
Harry watched as Farrell, Gina was made a Slytherin, and Gingleson, Garrett was made a Hufflepuff. Next came Henshaw, Robert, (RAVENCLAW!) and then Imes, Hubert, who also became a Gryffindor. Harry didn't really pay attention to the rest of the ceremony except the new Gryffindors, who were, besides Gracie and Hubert, Johnson, Ken; Jouell, Kristina; Lenningston, Michael; Moyer, Markus; Nera, Edward; and a pair of girl triplets, Holly, Polly, and Molly Peterson. Then, the wonderful feast appeared on their plates and they ate...and ate...and ate. When everyone had finished eating, Harry felt that he might need to float on a stretcher to get back to the Gryffindor tower. Suddenly, Ron spoke up.
"You know, I wonder where the Sorting Hat was found." Harry and Hermione exchanged nervous glances.
"Er," Hermione muttered. "We don't know." She hung her head. Harry felt equally ashamed. They hadn't told Ron where the hat had been found for fear that he might get upset that where it was found is more evidence that Fred and George took the hat. Ron was extremely upset when word got around that Fred and George had stolen the hat. But the way he had reacted was nothing like the way Ginny Weasley did. After she found out, she shut herself up in her dormitory for three hours. Her best friend, Deirdre Johanssen, said that Ginny cried the entire time. She was worried about what would happen to her twin brothers. Harry and Hermione could only hope that Ginny didn't find out where the hat had been found.
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Argus Filch rounded the corner, panting heavily. He must check on those horrendous Weasley boys. Where had they run off to? They were supposed to be cleaning the floors in Professors' Snape, McGonagall, and Flitwick's offices. He had left for a moment to see what was going on in the Great Hall; he had heard tremendously loud shouting and cheering coming from there. He wondered what was going on in there, indeed. He suddenly heard voices. They were coming from down the hall. "But Fred, Dumbledore doesn't believe us. I can see it in his eyes, even when he tells us that he thinks us innocent."
A second voice spoke, identical to the first voice, but lower, "He will believe us, George. We just have to get him to believe us. We did not steal that hat. And we know it."
Filch gasped. He had been sure that those boys had stolen that hat. Who else would have? Their idea of a practical joke, perhaps. But the boys could have been lying, also. Probably their hope that someone might be listening to their conversation, and then that person would run straight to Dumbledore and claim that they were innocent. But Filch answered his own question almost instantly. What he had just heard sounded too sincere to be made up. They also kept their words quiet. If they had wanted someone to hear them, they would have talked much louder, wouldn't they? But that's a stupid idea. Filch thought to himself. He didn't know how these boys' crazy minds worked! But still...still...there was a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. Maybe he should tell Dumbledore what he just heard. But that's not all that he would tell the headmaster. If Filch could work up the courage, then he just might also tell Dumbledore what he saw in the forest last week...
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One week later...
"Okay everyone! Here she is! The professor that you have all been waiting for! May I present Professor Q. Nemo!" Dumbledore smiled warmly. Then there was a pregnant pause.
Then, "TaaDaa!" A woman shot out from under the staff table. Everyone gasped. A few people even screamed. Professor Q. Nemo stood up and grinned. "Hello everyone!" she shouted gleefully. Everyone stared at her, mouths hung open in shock. "I will be your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for this term!" she continued, as though she didn't see at all how surprised everyone was. "I hope to meet you all soon!" It was just then that the professor realized that everyone was staring at her and her smiled broadened. "Oh, sorry everyone. I kind of never grew up," she confessed sheepishly.
"That's for sure," Ron whispered in Harry's ear. Harry nodded, but he wasn't really listening. He actually thought that the new professor seemed kind of interesting... she definitely had energy, that was for sure. But there was just something about her; Harry couldn't put his finger on what. Was it that she had arrived two months late to Hogwarts, or that she was wearing pink robes and a red hat and it clashed horribly? Or that Dumbledore had just announced that she had just got back from Russia fighting vampires? No, those weren't it. It was a loving feeling, though not that he was infatuated with her or anything. It was more like a feeling that he had known her for a long time...
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Voldemort paced the dark cave, waiting for Wormtail. He suddenly heard footsteps echoing throughout the cave. Wormtail was back. Voldemort cracked an evil grin.
"So Wormtail," he sneered, "did you kill him?"
"Yes master," Wormtail whispered. Voldemort walked over to him. Wormtail flinched as his master touched his shoulder.
"Send the signal to the Death Eaters," Voldemort commanded. "I want all of my old followers back. We have power now, Wormtail. I do not intend to lose that power, not until my tasks are complete. I want to finish what I started fourteen years ago..." He paused. "Are people frightened?"
Wormtail nodded, and then sighed with relief as his master released his tight grip on his shoulder. "Yes, master. Very afraid. Some people even went unto hiding."
Voldemort laughed. "Oh, don't worry about them, Wormtail. We'll find them. They can't hide for long."
"Master," Wormtail began hesitantly, "people know about the old muggle and Bertha Jorkins. I-I've heard them talking about it. They know you killed them." Voldemort turned and faced his servant.
"Excellent," he cried. "Excellent, Wormtail! We want them to be scared. We need them to be scared. And," Voldemort continued, and evil glint is his eye, "they should be scared. Especially one teenage boy..."
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Author's Note: Haaaaaahaaaa! We are ending this chapeter here! (I know, we are so mean.) But, we will do an extremely kind and courteous thing. We will give you a couple quick sentences taken right out of Chapter Seven. So you will kind of know what is going to happen next. Here is the short little phrase; Harry is thinking this in his head.
Poof! She was gone! Just like that. One second she was there, and the next second she was gone. Harry could only think of two things, and they were...how did someone like her just... vanish? And why?
If this confuses anyone... good. No, just kidding. But try to guess who this person is who is missing. No, I will not tell you who, you will have to read chapter seven and figure it out for yourself. (We are sooooooo mean.) But anyway, please review! Thanks, tchao!
Author's Note: Okay. There has been a bit of confusion. Since the Sorting Hat is gone and is not found yet, then naturally all of the first years haven't been sorted into houses yet. They are all in one common room called the first year common room. They will stay there until the Sorting Hat is found and can sort them. But they can go into a house common room if they are invited by a member of that house. Only first years can do this. Also, Lavender had invited Gracie to come in whenever she wanted to, but I think now she will have different feelings toward Gracie. Well, anyway, sorry for the mix-up! Enjoy Chapter 6!
Disclaimer: We do not own any characters except Cassy Moon, Kammi Nott, Gracie Brown, and all of the other new first years. Thanks!
One month later. Sorting Hat still missing.
"Hermione! Hermione! Guess what? Guess what?" Gracie Brown came bouncing into the Gryffindor common room, her eyes dancing with excitement. Hermione, who was sitting on the chair by the fireplace, laughed.
"What, Gracie?" she asked.
"Well," Gracie continued mysteriously, "are you sure you want to know so fast? Don't you want to guess first?"
"But Gracie," Hermione said, pretending to pout, "I'll never guess. I never do.
So just tell me."
"Well, okay," Gracie grinned. Then she whispered something in Hermione's ear. Hermione gasped. Harry, who was sitting across the room, bounded over to them.
"What is it?" he demanded.
"Oh Harry!" Hermione said happily. "They've found the Sorting Hat!"
"Now I can get sorted." Gracie added.
"That's great!" Harry cried. Then he frowned. "Where did they find it?"
"Well, that's just it." Gracie shrugged.
"Just what?" Hermione inquired.
"They found it in," Gracie looked around dramatically, "the Forbidden Forest. And you two know the only two people at this school that go there all the time."
"Fred and George," Harry murmured.
"But they wouldn't do a thing like stealing the Sorting Hat!" Hermione insisted.
"I wouldn't think so, either. I don't want to believe that they would do such a thing." Harry sighed.
"But they did." Hermione said quietly. Gracie looked from Harry to Hermione wide-eyed, then ran out of the common room.
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Draco Malfoy looked from Crabbe to Goyle, then back to Crabbe again. "All is going well," he sneered. "That fool Dumbledore still thinks that those Weasley twins stole the hat. This is just like Father planned." He paced the Slytherin common room. The torches on the wall reflected him, printing his ghastly silhouette on the stone walls. He then turned to his comrades. "Did you two successfully put the hat in the forest?"
Crabbe and Goyle exchanged bewildered glances. "Uh," Goyle grunted.
"You idiots! DID YOU PUT THE OLD POINTY THING IN THE AREA WITH ALL THE TREES?" Draco yelled.
"Oh, yeah. We did." Crabbe smiled. Goyle nodded in agreement.
"Good," Draco smirked. "We'll pay back those lowlife Weasleys for ruining Father's reputation. That inspection of the house in the beginning of July! Those idiots checked the secret chamber under the drawing room. There they found everything." Draco paused and frowned. "Everything that my Father got as rewards from his master. It's all gone. Father now has nothing, and neither do I." The evil grin suddenly lit up his face again. "Except," he continued, "for one thing."
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"Finally, we get to see the sorting!" Ron Weasley cried as he, Harry, and Hermione made their way down to the Sorting Ceremony. They took a seat at the Gryffindor table. The Sorting Hat was perched on its usual stool, closely guarded by Professor McGonagall. The entire school was present, except for Fred and George Weasley. They were serving their detentions tonight, as punishment for stealing the hat. They were being supervised by the caretaker, Filch, who couldn't care less about the sorting. After the chatting had died down a bit, Dumbledore stood up and surveyed the crowd of students.
"Everyone, we finally get to see the sorting!" he cried. The entire school showed their appreciation by cheering so loud that Harry was sure that even Fred and George on the opposite side of the school could hear them. "Now," Dumbledore continued, "most of you know who we suspect night have stolen this hat. If you have anything that you want to tell us about the hat's disappearance come visit me in my office sometime tomorrow. Now then, if you would start our ceremony, Minerva?" Everyone turned to Professor McGonagall. She nodded toward the hat, and it sang its annual song. Then, she cleared her throat, and called out the first name on her list.
"Addington, Mabel!" A girl with red brown hair made her way up to the stool and gingerly placed the hat on her head.
"RAVENCLAW!" the hat yelled.
"Bennett, Pharrah!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Brown, Grace!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor table went wild, Hermione especially. She hugged Gracie as soon as she joined them. Harry heard her whisper to Gracie, "I'm so proud of you!" Gracie beamed.
Harry watched as Farrell, Gina was made a Slytherin, and Gingleson, Garrett was made a Hufflepuff. Next came Henshaw, Robert, (RAVENCLAW!) and then Imes, Hubert, who also became a Gryffindor. Harry didn't really pay attention to the rest of the ceremony except the new Gryffindors, who were, besides Gracie and Hubert, Johnson, Ken; Jouell, Kristina; Lenningston, Michael; Moyer, Markus; Nera, Edward; and a pair of girl triplets, Holly, Polly, and Molly Peterson. Then, the wonderful feast appeared on their plates and they ate...and ate...and ate. When everyone had finished eating, Harry felt that he might need to float on a stretcher to get back to the Gryffindor tower. Suddenly, Ron spoke up.
"You know, I wonder where the Sorting Hat was found." Harry and Hermione exchanged nervous glances.
"Er," Hermione muttered. "We don't know." She hung her head. Harry felt equally ashamed. They hadn't told Ron where the hat had been found for fear that he might get upset that where it was found is more evidence that Fred and George took the hat. Ron was extremely upset when word got around that Fred and George had stolen the hat. But the way he had reacted was nothing like the way Ginny Weasley did. After she found out, she shut herself up in her dormitory for three hours. Her best friend, Deirdre Johanssen, said that Ginny cried the entire time. She was worried about what would happen to her twin brothers. Harry and Hermione could only hope that Ginny didn't find out where the hat had been found.
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Argus Filch rounded the corner, panting heavily. He must check on those horrendous Weasley boys. Where had they run off to? They were supposed to be cleaning the floors in Professors' Snape, McGonagall, and Flitwick's offices. He had left for a moment to see what was going on in the Great Hall; he had heard tremendously loud shouting and cheering coming from there. He wondered what was going on in there, indeed. He suddenly heard voices. They were coming from down the hall. "But Fred, Dumbledore doesn't believe us. I can see it in his eyes, even when he tells us that he thinks us innocent."
A second voice spoke, identical to the first voice, but lower, "He will believe us, George. We just have to get him to believe us. We did not steal that hat. And we know it."
Filch gasped. He had been sure that those boys had stolen that hat. Who else would have? Their idea of a practical joke, perhaps. But the boys could have been lying, also. Probably their hope that someone might be listening to their conversation, and then that person would run straight to Dumbledore and claim that they were innocent. But Filch answered his own question almost instantly. What he had just heard sounded too sincere to be made up. They also kept their words quiet. If they had wanted someone to hear them, they would have talked much louder, wouldn't they? But that's a stupid idea. Filch thought to himself. He didn't know how these boys' crazy minds worked! But still...still...there was a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. Maybe he should tell Dumbledore what he just heard. But that's not all that he would tell the headmaster. If Filch could work up the courage, then he just might also tell Dumbledore what he saw in the forest last week...
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One week later...
"Okay everyone! Here she is! The professor that you have all been waiting for! May I present Professor Q. Nemo!" Dumbledore smiled warmly. Then there was a pregnant pause.
Then, "TaaDaa!" A woman shot out from under the staff table. Everyone gasped. A few people even screamed. Professor Q. Nemo stood up and grinned. "Hello everyone!" she shouted gleefully. Everyone stared at her, mouths hung open in shock. "I will be your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for this term!" she continued, as though she didn't see at all how surprised everyone was. "I hope to meet you all soon!" It was just then that the professor realized that everyone was staring at her and her smiled broadened. "Oh, sorry everyone. I kind of never grew up," she confessed sheepishly.
"That's for sure," Ron whispered in Harry's ear. Harry nodded, but he wasn't really listening. He actually thought that the new professor seemed kind of interesting... she definitely had energy, that was for sure. But there was just something about her; Harry couldn't put his finger on what. Was it that she had arrived two months late to Hogwarts, or that she was wearing pink robes and a red hat and it clashed horribly? Or that Dumbledore had just announced that she had just got back from Russia fighting vampires? No, those weren't it. It was a loving feeling, though not that he was infatuated with her or anything. It was more like a feeling that he had known her for a long time...
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Voldemort paced the dark cave, waiting for Wormtail. He suddenly heard footsteps echoing throughout the cave. Wormtail was back. Voldemort cracked an evil grin.
"So Wormtail," he sneered, "did you kill him?"
"Yes master," Wormtail whispered. Voldemort walked over to him. Wormtail flinched as his master touched his shoulder.
"Send the signal to the Death Eaters," Voldemort commanded. "I want all of my old followers back. We have power now, Wormtail. I do not intend to lose that power, not until my tasks are complete. I want to finish what I started fourteen years ago..." He paused. "Are people frightened?"
Wormtail nodded, and then sighed with relief as his master released his tight grip on his shoulder. "Yes, master. Very afraid. Some people even went unto hiding."
Voldemort laughed. "Oh, don't worry about them, Wormtail. We'll find them. They can't hide for long."
"Master," Wormtail began hesitantly, "people know about the old muggle and Bertha Jorkins. I-I've heard them talking about it. They know you killed them." Voldemort turned and faced his servant.
"Excellent," he cried. "Excellent, Wormtail! We want them to be scared. We need them to be scared. And," Voldemort continued, and evil glint is his eye, "they should be scared. Especially one teenage boy..."
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Author's Note: Haaaaaahaaaa! We are ending this chapeter here! (I know, we are so mean.) But, we will do an extremely kind and courteous thing. We will give you a couple quick sentences taken right out of Chapter Seven. So you will kind of know what is going to happen next. Here is the short little phrase; Harry is thinking this in his head.
Poof! She was gone! Just like that. One second she was there, and the next second she was gone. Harry could only think of two things, and they were...how did someone like her just... vanish? And why?
If this confuses anyone... good. No, just kidding. But try to guess who this person is who is missing. No, I will not tell you who, you will have to read chapter seven and figure it out for yourself. (We are sooooooo mean.) But anyway, please review! Thanks, tchao!