The sorting ended, and the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, stood up and
started speaking. After the normal notices, the forest being off limits,
and so on, he continued. "As for summer events, we need to pay our respect.
To Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Dursley, and their son, Dudley Dursley, who were the
relatives of Harry Potter. Also, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy's father. All
of which were killed, by the dark lord himself." Everyone was looking at
Harry. That is everyone except the Slytherin table. Who of which were
staring at Draco. Harry wanted to cry. He held it back though. After what
seemed like five minutes, Dumbledore announced the new teachers for the
year.
"Professor Snape is currently busy, and will not be here for the year." Harry had thought about that. "YES!" screamed his mind, in joy. "Professor Lupin will be taking his position as Potions teacher, and head of Slytherin. Professor McNoganal (Spelling?) will be teaching her classes, but will no longer be head of Gryfindor. In her place will be Professor Black." There was a bit of chatting in the audience. "Make no mistake, he has been proven innocent, and is no longer a threat. Along with head of the Gryfindor house, he will teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes." Just then, Sirus Black came out, and sat with the other teachers, in an empty seat at the end of the table. Some of the students cringed at the site of him, and it was obvious that Mrs. Weasley had given him a haircut. He was tall, and a little rounder at the belly, but short hair, and perfectly how Harry remembered him otherwise. Dumbledore started talking once again. "Now, let the feast begin."
The plates, which sat in front of the students, filled with food. People started taking the food, and placing them on the plates they called their own. After everyone has been done staring at Harry and Draco, saying their sorrows and all, and ate till they were ready to burst, the wise headmaster once again stood from his chair. Everyone quieted down at once. "Before I wish you all a good night, I want all of you to know. There is a new danger out in the world. One of the greatest fears could be back alive enough to take power once again. Lord Voldemort has risen again." Some first years began talking to those that have made friends with them, and anyone else listening. Dumbledore waited for those to stop talking, then continued, "Voldemort will not be entering the castle on my watch, and extra security measures have been made for those that worry easily." As Dumbledore sat down, Harry had noticed that everyone was staring at him again. Harry then heard someone step up behind him. He looked back slowly. "Harry, can I talk to you?" said the prettiest voice. Cho Chang stood behind him. Harry then did what came natural. "Sure," then he stood up, and walked Cho out of the hall. Before Cho could start, Harry had noticed the loneliness in her eyes. The beautiful eyes that Harry so much adored the owner.
Harry had started, "You miss Cedric, don't you?" Harry noticed the tear that sat on her perfect cheek, which had been there since Harry saw her in the hall. A new tear fell upon her wonderful face. She had nodded slowly. "I'm sorry Cho, I miss him too." Harry had said, with a caring voice. Cho had said after a minute of silence, "You know it's not your fault." Harry thought about disagreeing. He just nodded though. "It's not yours either." Cho nodded with the certainty she needed. "I just miss him a lot." What Cho did next Harry will never forget. Cho had hugged Harry. Harry just melted with her touch, and quickly pulled himself together, before she noticed. "Anyway, I didn't pull you away from your friends just to talk about me and Cedric. How are you feeling?" Harry just thought for a minute. "I could be better, and I prefer being out here with you, then in there any day. Besides, you just made me feel better." Cho smiled. Cho and Harry had walked back into the hall.
After everyone had finished (first years ate extra food.), Dumbledore stood yet again. "Now that we are fed, in two weeks, there will be an informal dance." Harry had known whom he wanted to ask. He glanced toward Cho. "Perfects, if you will, lead your houses to their common rooms." Just as Harry was exiting, Cho looked at Harry, with a smile.
When Harry had entered the hall that his crush had given him his hug in, a voice came to him. "Harry," said a familiar voice, "could I talk to you for a minute?" Harry had turned again, and looked at Albus Dumbledore. "Sure professor," answered Harry. "I have some a surprise for you." "You mean Sirus wasn't it?" "No, he was part of it," answered Dumbledore. As the wise old man finished the sentence, he held out something for Harry to take. Before Harry took it, he had realized that it was a badge. A badge that held a "P" in the middle sat for his taking. "I had wanted to deliver this myself, and give my deepest respects to you." "Thank you sir," Harry had said, happily nonetheless, as he took the badge out of Dumbledore's hand, and put it on his vest. Harry had looked from the badge for a minute, and smiled at Dumbledore. "Thank you a lot sir. You have no idea how much of what you did today actually means to me." "Trust me, my pupil, I do," Dumbledore had said. Harry pondered this for a moment, as Dumbledore just sat there, grinning his wise old grin that Harry only knew so well. "Well, off with you now." Harry had turned from Dumbledore, and walked out of his sight.
Hermoine was sitting outside of the Fat Lady. "Why are you out here?" asked Harry, as he approached the wall with the painting. "You don't know the password," answered Hermoine. "Good point," said Harry. Hermoine was now looking at the new badge, and smiled. "Congratulations. Why didn't you tell me earlier?" "Ask Dumbledore, he just told me on my way out of the Great Hall." Hermoine chuckled. "Slytherin poo," said Hermoine. Before Harry could think of what she said, the picture on the wall swung to the side, and let them in. Harry laughed, and entered the room. Ron was waiting. Ron noticed the badge right away. "Harry! Why didn't you tell us before?" "If I would have known, I would have. Trust me." Ron chuckled. No one else was in the room. "Good night Hermoine, I'll see you at breakfast," Ron had said to her. "Me too, I'm exhausted," said Harry, trying to keep his eyes closed.
"Professor Snape is currently busy, and will not be here for the year." Harry had thought about that. "YES!" screamed his mind, in joy. "Professor Lupin will be taking his position as Potions teacher, and head of Slytherin. Professor McNoganal (Spelling?) will be teaching her classes, but will no longer be head of Gryfindor. In her place will be Professor Black." There was a bit of chatting in the audience. "Make no mistake, he has been proven innocent, and is no longer a threat. Along with head of the Gryfindor house, he will teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes." Just then, Sirus Black came out, and sat with the other teachers, in an empty seat at the end of the table. Some of the students cringed at the site of him, and it was obvious that Mrs. Weasley had given him a haircut. He was tall, and a little rounder at the belly, but short hair, and perfectly how Harry remembered him otherwise. Dumbledore started talking once again. "Now, let the feast begin."
The plates, which sat in front of the students, filled with food. People started taking the food, and placing them on the plates they called their own. After everyone has been done staring at Harry and Draco, saying their sorrows and all, and ate till they were ready to burst, the wise headmaster once again stood from his chair. Everyone quieted down at once. "Before I wish you all a good night, I want all of you to know. There is a new danger out in the world. One of the greatest fears could be back alive enough to take power once again. Lord Voldemort has risen again." Some first years began talking to those that have made friends with them, and anyone else listening. Dumbledore waited for those to stop talking, then continued, "Voldemort will not be entering the castle on my watch, and extra security measures have been made for those that worry easily." As Dumbledore sat down, Harry had noticed that everyone was staring at him again. Harry then heard someone step up behind him. He looked back slowly. "Harry, can I talk to you?" said the prettiest voice. Cho Chang stood behind him. Harry then did what came natural. "Sure," then he stood up, and walked Cho out of the hall. Before Cho could start, Harry had noticed the loneliness in her eyes. The beautiful eyes that Harry so much adored the owner.
Harry had started, "You miss Cedric, don't you?" Harry noticed the tear that sat on her perfect cheek, which had been there since Harry saw her in the hall. A new tear fell upon her wonderful face. She had nodded slowly. "I'm sorry Cho, I miss him too." Harry had said, with a caring voice. Cho had said after a minute of silence, "You know it's not your fault." Harry thought about disagreeing. He just nodded though. "It's not yours either." Cho nodded with the certainty she needed. "I just miss him a lot." What Cho did next Harry will never forget. Cho had hugged Harry. Harry just melted with her touch, and quickly pulled himself together, before she noticed. "Anyway, I didn't pull you away from your friends just to talk about me and Cedric. How are you feeling?" Harry just thought for a minute. "I could be better, and I prefer being out here with you, then in there any day. Besides, you just made me feel better." Cho smiled. Cho and Harry had walked back into the hall.
After everyone had finished (first years ate extra food.), Dumbledore stood yet again. "Now that we are fed, in two weeks, there will be an informal dance." Harry had known whom he wanted to ask. He glanced toward Cho. "Perfects, if you will, lead your houses to their common rooms." Just as Harry was exiting, Cho looked at Harry, with a smile.
When Harry had entered the hall that his crush had given him his hug in, a voice came to him. "Harry," said a familiar voice, "could I talk to you for a minute?" Harry had turned again, and looked at Albus Dumbledore. "Sure professor," answered Harry. "I have some a surprise for you." "You mean Sirus wasn't it?" "No, he was part of it," answered Dumbledore. As the wise old man finished the sentence, he held out something for Harry to take. Before Harry took it, he had realized that it was a badge. A badge that held a "P" in the middle sat for his taking. "I had wanted to deliver this myself, and give my deepest respects to you." "Thank you sir," Harry had said, happily nonetheless, as he took the badge out of Dumbledore's hand, and put it on his vest. Harry had looked from the badge for a minute, and smiled at Dumbledore. "Thank you a lot sir. You have no idea how much of what you did today actually means to me." "Trust me, my pupil, I do," Dumbledore had said. Harry pondered this for a moment, as Dumbledore just sat there, grinning his wise old grin that Harry only knew so well. "Well, off with you now." Harry had turned from Dumbledore, and walked out of his sight.
Hermoine was sitting outside of the Fat Lady. "Why are you out here?" asked Harry, as he approached the wall with the painting. "You don't know the password," answered Hermoine. "Good point," said Harry. Hermoine was now looking at the new badge, and smiled. "Congratulations. Why didn't you tell me earlier?" "Ask Dumbledore, he just told me on my way out of the Great Hall." Hermoine chuckled. "Slytherin poo," said Hermoine. Before Harry could think of what she said, the picture on the wall swung to the side, and let them in. Harry laughed, and entered the room. Ron was waiting. Ron noticed the badge right away. "Harry! Why didn't you tell us before?" "If I would have known, I would have. Trust me." Ron chuckled. No one else was in the room. "Good night Hermoine, I'll see you at breakfast," Ron had said to her. "Me too, I'm exhausted," said Harry, trying to keep his eyes closed.