DISCLAIMER: No, I don't own Harry Potter. I own nothing here; it all
belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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I sat pondering what Clover had said to me. True, I could tell my friends when I was ready or I could tell them now.
I didn't have any more time to dwell on it, for just then Ron and Hermione came running into the common room at top speed.
"We saw you through the window!" cried Ron. "How awful is it? Do you have to-"
I held up a hand to stop him from spontaneously combusting with questions. "I'm fine," I told them. "Snape let me go with a lecture about the importance of children keeping quiet."
Harry stared. "Wow, he went easy on you," he said. "Getting a bit soft I would say."
Ron shrugged. "Who cares? The important thing is that Hermione's off the hook and she didn't even miss dinner! Come on; let's go."
The three of us left Gryffindor Tower and went downstairs for dinner in the Great Hall. We talked and laughed until we reached the marble staircase. There, standing at the top, were Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore, and I had just heard what sounded sickeningly like 'death'. I quickly silenced Ron and Harry and we hid around a corner, listening intently.
But as soon as we were quiet McGonagall said, "Well, we will have to be careful now Albus."
"Indeed Minerva, indeed," agreed Dumbledore, nodding.
And with that they were off, walked down the marble staircase together and entering the noisy Great Hall.
I frowned. Death? Was that really what they were talking about? And if so, why would they have to be careful now?
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I sat pondering what Clover had said to me. True, I could tell my friends when I was ready or I could tell them now.
I didn't have any more time to dwell on it, for just then Ron and Hermione came running into the common room at top speed.
"We saw you through the window!" cried Ron. "How awful is it? Do you have to-"
I held up a hand to stop him from spontaneously combusting with questions. "I'm fine," I told them. "Snape let me go with a lecture about the importance of children keeping quiet."
Harry stared. "Wow, he went easy on you," he said. "Getting a bit soft I would say."
Ron shrugged. "Who cares? The important thing is that Hermione's off the hook and she didn't even miss dinner! Come on; let's go."
The three of us left Gryffindor Tower and went downstairs for dinner in the Great Hall. We talked and laughed until we reached the marble staircase. There, standing at the top, were Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore, and I had just heard what sounded sickeningly like 'death'. I quickly silenced Ron and Harry and we hid around a corner, listening intently.
But as soon as we were quiet McGonagall said, "Well, we will have to be careful now Albus."
"Indeed Minerva, indeed," agreed Dumbledore, nodding.
And with that they were off, walked down the marble staircase together and entering the noisy Great Hall.
I frowned. Death? Was that really what they were talking about? And if so, why would they have to be careful now?