"What happened at the castle?" Harry and Marit were sitting in their
bedroom, getting ready to turn in for the night.
Harry pulled his shirt over his head. "Nothing. Hannah was just over- reacting, as usual. She had better not call Susan's parents."
"Overeacting about what?"
"Nothing, okay? It doesn't matter."
"Talk to me Harry, what happened?"
"It doesn't matter. Hannah just makes things out to be worse than they actually are."
"Well she must have had a reason for calling you down. Harry?"
"It was just some garbage about the Chamber of Secrets okay? Elisabeth is sick, she doesn't know what she's talking about."
"Harry-"
"Can we just go to bed? I'm tired and I don't want to talk about this."
He lay down and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
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Marit, however had more difficulty falling asleep. She went downstairs and lifted the reciever of her phone. She dialed the number of a small book shop in Glasgow and listened to the rings, tapping her foot impatiently until someone answered.
"Marit." She said quickly as the someone answered, then she listened to the dial tone until she was transferred to another line.
"I need to make an appointment Donny."
"For when?" The man on the other line asked.
"Right now."
"Very well." The man said. "I will leave the back door open."
Marit Apparated to the bookshop and let herself in through the back door. She slid behind a book case and into an annex of sorts. She explained her worries to the old man and waited for him to say something.
"You worry too much my dear Marit. You really shouldn't strain yourself. Things work out in the end. They always have before. There's nothing to worry about."
Marit nodded and returned home, fixing herself a cup of tea and then pouring it down the sink and replacing it with something stronger. She left a memo, reminding herself to send a letter to her sister in the morning.
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"Mr Svenson?"
Kris looked up from his Arithmancy chart and up at Professor Edelin. "Yes?"
"They'd like to see you in the headmistress' office. Take your things, I doubt you'll be back to this class today. And don't forget your weekend assignment."
Kris took his things and headed to Professor McGonagall's office. His sister was there waiting for him.
"No Marit." He said before she could open her mouth. "I will not do whatever you want me to do."
"Kristoffer-"
"No! Jesus, why is it so hard for you to grasp that I will not help you!" Then in a quieter voice with a small smile playing on his lips, "Perhaps Ginny Weasley will help you." And he left the office.
Kris did not go to any of his afternoon classes, he did not go to Quidditch practise and he did not go to his game against Bulgaria at seven o'clock. Kris did not stay in the Gryffindor common room doing homework either. After he spoke to his sister he returned briefly to his dormitory, dropped his books on his bed and walked off of Hogwarts property. Kris walked almost twenty kilometres in an hour until he reached Hogsmeade. He bought a train ticket to Edil and sat stifly in his seat, not entirely sure of what he was going to do when he reached the wizarding district. By the time his stop was called he had nearly worked himself into a state of hysteria. He walked down the street, casting suspicious glances at anyone who came near him and drawing some suspicious glances of his own. He came up to his sisters house and remembered that her fiancée was not home. He had now brought himself into what the British Psycological Board called hysteria and what could only politely be refered to as madness. He had chewed his lip until it was ragged and his face was white and clammy. He was walking quickly, or pacing rather, through the streets of Edil. He finally made his decision and walked up to the door of a house. Kris knocked on the door and nearly fell over when it was answered by an old man.
"The Chamber has been opened." And then, as though to punctuate this remark, Kristoffer Erick Svenson died on Peter and Mary Bones' doorstep.
Harry pulled his shirt over his head. "Nothing. Hannah was just over- reacting, as usual. She had better not call Susan's parents."
"Overeacting about what?"
"Nothing, okay? It doesn't matter."
"Talk to me Harry, what happened?"
"It doesn't matter. Hannah just makes things out to be worse than they actually are."
"Well she must have had a reason for calling you down. Harry?"
"It was just some garbage about the Chamber of Secrets okay? Elisabeth is sick, she doesn't know what she's talking about."
"Harry-"
"Can we just go to bed? I'm tired and I don't want to talk about this."
He lay down and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
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Marit, however had more difficulty falling asleep. She went downstairs and lifted the reciever of her phone. She dialed the number of a small book shop in Glasgow and listened to the rings, tapping her foot impatiently until someone answered.
"Marit." She said quickly as the someone answered, then she listened to the dial tone until she was transferred to another line.
"I need to make an appointment Donny."
"For when?" The man on the other line asked.
"Right now."
"Very well." The man said. "I will leave the back door open."
Marit Apparated to the bookshop and let herself in through the back door. She slid behind a book case and into an annex of sorts. She explained her worries to the old man and waited for him to say something.
"You worry too much my dear Marit. You really shouldn't strain yourself. Things work out in the end. They always have before. There's nothing to worry about."
Marit nodded and returned home, fixing herself a cup of tea and then pouring it down the sink and replacing it with something stronger. She left a memo, reminding herself to send a letter to her sister in the morning.
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"Mr Svenson?"
Kris looked up from his Arithmancy chart and up at Professor Edelin. "Yes?"
"They'd like to see you in the headmistress' office. Take your things, I doubt you'll be back to this class today. And don't forget your weekend assignment."
Kris took his things and headed to Professor McGonagall's office. His sister was there waiting for him.
"No Marit." He said before she could open her mouth. "I will not do whatever you want me to do."
"Kristoffer-"
"No! Jesus, why is it so hard for you to grasp that I will not help you!" Then in a quieter voice with a small smile playing on his lips, "Perhaps Ginny Weasley will help you." And he left the office.
Kris did not go to any of his afternoon classes, he did not go to Quidditch practise and he did not go to his game against Bulgaria at seven o'clock. Kris did not stay in the Gryffindor common room doing homework either. After he spoke to his sister he returned briefly to his dormitory, dropped his books on his bed and walked off of Hogwarts property. Kris walked almost twenty kilometres in an hour until he reached Hogsmeade. He bought a train ticket to Edil and sat stifly in his seat, not entirely sure of what he was going to do when he reached the wizarding district. By the time his stop was called he had nearly worked himself into a state of hysteria. He walked down the street, casting suspicious glances at anyone who came near him and drawing some suspicious glances of his own. He came up to his sisters house and remembered that her fiancée was not home. He had now brought himself into what the British Psycological Board called hysteria and what could only politely be refered to as madness. He had chewed his lip until it was ragged and his face was white and clammy. He was walking quickly, or pacing rather, through the streets of Edil. He finally made his decision and walked up to the door of a house. Kris knocked on the door and nearly fell over when it was answered by an old man.
"The Chamber has been opened." And then, as though to punctuate this remark, Kristoffer Erick Svenson died on Peter and Mary Bones' doorstep.