I came, I saw, I conquered.
By Em.
Disclaimer: I am not the owner of any of the characters or of any of the places. As many fanfic authors say, I am just taking them all for a spin. The characters and their personalities as well as many other things I've mentioned were made up by the renowned JKR. Whom I'm sure you're all familiar with.
Authors note: This is chapter two. I'm mainly concentrating on the characters thoughts and reactions at the moment. I hope to make it more descriptive and give it more action, but first things first. I prefer writing this fic out of any others and I'd like to point out that 'The unexpected' is more a quick fic that I play out all of my ideas on. This one is more serious, but there will be humour in it. It'll just more subtle. I'm going to add something in on the next chapter which a reviewer on my other story helped give me the idea…I just want to point out that the two fics are going to be nothing alike, you just might think so for a bit. I hope you enjoy this and now for the thanks:
JillZee: Yes I am continuing this one…so here you are.
Caitlin: Thankyou and your French is fab.
Leogrl: I'm guessing this is sooner than you thought. Thankyou and I'm glad you like it.
Two uneventful days had passed. Well when I say uneventful, I mean uneventful for Dumbledore because Voldemort hadn't killed anyone. Peeves on the other hand had a quite eventful two days. First of all he scared the first year Slytherin's on their way to bed, causing havoc via a small stampede. Then, because this was so successful he did the same to the rest of the first years. Only the Griffindor's didn't run. The next day he kept throwing food at the students, this resulted in a huge food fight that not even McGonnagall or Snape could stop. Then came the water balloons, the dung-bombs and finally a huge catastrophe in the kitchen. Filch was going ballistic, especially when the Weasley twins decided to add to the chaos.
Dumbledore walked out of his office and began to make his way down to breakfast. Hopefully Filch won't corner me with his complaints today. He thought, wishing that his breakfast would be peaceful. As he entered the great hall, the aromatic smell of freshly baked bread tinged with the subtle sweetness of golden honey drifted towards him. Hmmm breakfast, my favourite bit of the day. He began to make his way to the staff table, breathing in heavily. Each time he smelt something different: lemon and orange zest; assortments of tangy jams; warm, golden toast covered with peanut butter or lemon curd; recently baked croissants and even the sugary aroma of pancakes with maple syrup and cinnamon.
As soon as he sat down a contingent of a hundred or more owls flew into the hall and swiftly dropped letter upon letter into everyone's laps before quickly exciting. Three letters dropped onto the headmaster's lap and he carefully placed them in his pocket to read later.
Harry picked over his breakfast. However delicious it all looked and smelt and however much his two best friends urged him to eat, he just wasn't hungry.
"C'mon Harry." Ron said for what was probably the thirty-first time that day. You've got to eat, especially seeing as we've got Care Of Magical Creatures today. You know what Hagrid's like; you'll need all the energy you've got! Harry thought to himself and sure enough Ron said exactly what he thought he would. Most people would think that Harry was psychic, but actually along with the 'C'mon Harry' Ron had added the other sentences on each time. Eventually Harry forced himself to eat the last remaining piece of toast before he went mad under the pressure.
Dumbledore had been watching Harry and when he was munching on his third pancake he saw Harry eventually eat a piece of cold toast. At least his friends have got him eating. He thought to himself happily. Then the headmaster focused on the first year called William Bungle. He was sat right next to one of the Weasley twins, realising this Dumbledore chuckle quietly to himself. He's going to be quite a handful that one. His sir name is quite odd though. I wonder if it'll clash with his mischievous nature? Yet his first name means 'Desire to protect' so who ever he befriends he will always be there for them. Hmmm. This line of thought continued until another first year came and sat beside William and they began to talk animatedly about something. He's friends with Sheridan Peridot. They will make a pair, (Sheridan means wild) I wonder what exactly they'll get up to. I'll have to keep my eye on those two. At that moment he was disturbed from his thoughts by Hermione yelling.
"HARRY! H…A…R…R…Y…Haarrrryy!" Eventually he looked up after she whacked him around the back of his head. He turned towards her, his eyes wide.
"What was that for?" He asked completely bemused; yet not showing it on his face. Almost everyone in the entire hall gaped at him. "What? Why is everyone looking at me as if I have purple puss pouring out of my every crevasse?" Hermione decided to regain her composure and shut her hanging open mouth. At that point everyone else started to follow suit.
"I've been trying to get your attention for ages." She stated. Her voice holding a slight tint of agitation in it, realising this she hastily continued. "Are you alright?" She asked. He nodded a 'yes' reply, but he obviously wasn't alright and he knew it. The holidays had been tough for him. Not only did he have to suffer at the wrath of his relatives, but he had to spend six weeks feeling responsible for a murder he didn't commit and there was no one there for him to talk to and make him feel better. Not that he wanted to shout what had happened off of the rooftops, but to have had the option to tell someone who would at least try and understand and comfort him would have made the last six weeks bearable. Instead he had had no one to talk to and had to come to terms with what happened all by himself.
Hermione tried to say something else, but as quickly as he was brought back to reality he left it again and started to stare into infinity. Everyone in the vast hall looked at him apprehensively and then went back to eating. They all knew that something bad had happened during the tri-wizard tournament and that Harry had to witness Cedric Diggory's murder (other than that they knew nothing) and contributed his farawayness to that. All that is except for the first years who didn't understand why the 'boy-who-lived' could be so detached. Harry however was completely oblivious to this and was deep in thought. Why did they look at me like that? Do they think I'm a murderer? Minister Fudge seems to think so. These sort of thoughts regularly made their way into Harry's mind. Although they didn't do him much good, they did help to strengthen his resolve towards defeating Voldemort. He wanted the reign of the dark to be over and for the dark clouds hanging on the horizon to disperse and allow rays of sunlight to seep through. This however wasn't going to happen. Instead the clouds seemed to grow and grow until they were almost completely engulfing him. If only I had someone to empathise with me. He thought in mild desperation.
Dumbledore had begun to watch William and Sheridan for quite some time now and they had been laughing almost the whole time. Yes, their friendship will last and by the expression on Williams face I think that mischief is already afoot. The twins have some great competition now. Dumbledore tried his hardest to surpress a grin, but somehow he failed. Then he turned his attention towards Harry again. Harry was still gazing into thin air and his face remained impassive, just like it had throughout the holidays and the last few days. Perhaps I should worry. The headmaster thought.