Chapter 6: The Scar

"Hermione," Dumbledore said, "I would like to see you after the Sorting, the password to my office is Cockroach Clusters. I know it's odd, but go with what you get." "Yes, Professor," Hermione said, trembling. As she was walking away, Dumbledore yelled to her, "And Hermione," he said, "be sure to bring Harry Potter." "Yes sir," she said, and walked away. She walked away, slowly and quietly, scared about her scar and what Dumbledore said. When she got to the Great Hall, she told Harry and Ron everything about her scar. Nearly Headless Nick was there, and he seemed very interested. "So he wants Harry and me to go and talk to him after the Sorting." "Wow," Harry said. Ron looked amazed also. "Quiet down everyone," Professor McGonnagol said, "please, quiet down." The Great Hall started to quiet down, "thank you, now, the Sorting will start in about five minutes, so talk amongst yourselves," she said, grinning. "Man," Ron said, "I hoped it was starting." "Why?" Hermione said, "I though you hated the Sorting." "Oh, I do!" Ron said, "And the sooner it starts, the quicker it's over, and the faster we get to eat." "Honestly," Hermione said, "everyone's a critic." "Whatever," Ron said. Just then, Fred and George Weasley walked by. They were both brothers and were very mischievous. "You guys still planning that joke shop or whatever?" Harry asked. "All ready started," said George, "were selling some stuff at school, and were going to build a shop when we graduate." "Open to both Muggles and wizards!" Fred added. "No way!" Ron said, "You can't!" "Can't shmant," said Fred, "honestly Ron, you need to take some risks in your life." "Really," George added. Fred and George were Ron's brothers. Although Ron half think they were adopted, they don't act like the other family at all. They were a couple of risk takers themselves, and didn't care what their results were, as long as it was funny. Last year they took a sip of Aging Potion so they could enter a tournament. They ended up having go to the hospital wing to get rid of the beards they grew. Of course they were a year older now, and a year smarter. They knew not to do stuff they knew they would fail at, or so they say. "Nice talking to you," Fred said, "Harry, Hermione." "Yeah," George said, "see you later." "What about me?!" Ron yelled angrily, "Wasn't it nice talking to me?!" Fred and George just sat there for a second or two, and then they both answered at the same time. "No," and they walked away, laughing. "Jerks," Ron said, looking as though he were about to explode. "Calm down Ron," Hermione said, before he got too angry, "they were just joking." "Don't be so sure," Ron said, "don't be so sure."