GINNY'S POV
I watched Harry follow McGonagall slowly out to the corridor. He cast back a last glance at me and by the look on his face, I knew this was one time where he was really and truly scared. I sighed. What a dramatic life I lead. Whatever.
I climbed the stairs to my prefect room and looked around. I was so grateful to be at Hogwarts where I was safe and sound, and where I had Harry and Hermione and all my friends. And Ron, although I have him at my real home as well.
Perhaps one of the things I enjoyed the most about Hogwarts (aside from Harry of course) was my prefect room. It was a good size and airy, with white curtains and linens, and a tropical theme on the walls and floor. It always made me smile, and this time was no exception. I went over to my dresser and studied hard my reflection. My red hair fell a few inches below my shoulders and my eyes were bright. Brighter than usual, actually. Oh well; I decided to let it go for the time being. In fact, I was feeling quite tired, so I lay down on my bed and fell asleep only after a final thought of Harry and what on earth could be wrong.
HARRY'S POV
I followed McGonagall to her small office off the Transfiguration classroom. The fireplace was burning a welcoming, warm fire, but I barely noticed. I was too busy realizing that this must be extremely serious, for in the room stood not only Professors Dumbledore and now McGonagall, but the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. My mouth was agape, I noticed, and I quickly closed it as Dumbledore motioned for me to have a seat; the other remained standing. Fudge stood directly in front of me and looked me in the eye.
"Harry," he said quietly, "I understand you saw the dementors of Azkaban earlier. Am I correct?"
I nodded. "Yes sir."
"Well Harry, Professor McGonagall has expressed to you her concerns about the dementors being back for revenge. Right?" Fudge looked at both McGonagall and I for confirmation.
"Yes; that is correct Minister," said Professor McGonagall.
"Harry?" the Minister said.
"Yes," I told him.
"All right then. It seems that after having communicated with them, that is not the case. I asked them why they are back without permission and I was told they are chasing a deadly killer," Fudge paused.
"A human killer Cornelius?" asked Professor Dumbledore, frowning. "I am, as I am sure you know, quite disturbed by the reappearance of the dementors." He glanced at me quickly, then turned away again to look at Fudge.
"No, no Albus," said Fudge. "It seems this is a different kind of killer, one that cannot be seen with the naked eye. The dementors are after the Yucca virus." He looked at me then as if he expected me to look horrified or faint from shock or something.
Professor McGonagall gasped. "Absurd! Minister, are you quite positive! The Yucca virus here at Hogwarts?"
"Believe you me my dear Minerva," said the Minister. "It is here. And it must be eliminated before it's too late."
I watched Harry follow McGonagall slowly out to the corridor. He cast back a last glance at me and by the look on his face, I knew this was one time where he was really and truly scared. I sighed. What a dramatic life I lead. Whatever.
I climbed the stairs to my prefect room and looked around. I was so grateful to be at Hogwarts where I was safe and sound, and where I had Harry and Hermione and all my friends. And Ron, although I have him at my real home as well.
Perhaps one of the things I enjoyed the most about Hogwarts (aside from Harry of course) was my prefect room. It was a good size and airy, with white curtains and linens, and a tropical theme on the walls and floor. It always made me smile, and this time was no exception. I went over to my dresser and studied hard my reflection. My red hair fell a few inches below my shoulders and my eyes were bright. Brighter than usual, actually. Oh well; I decided to let it go for the time being. In fact, I was feeling quite tired, so I lay down on my bed and fell asleep only after a final thought of Harry and what on earth could be wrong.
HARRY'S POV
I followed McGonagall to her small office off the Transfiguration classroom. The fireplace was burning a welcoming, warm fire, but I barely noticed. I was too busy realizing that this must be extremely serious, for in the room stood not only Professors Dumbledore and now McGonagall, but the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. My mouth was agape, I noticed, and I quickly closed it as Dumbledore motioned for me to have a seat; the other remained standing. Fudge stood directly in front of me and looked me in the eye.
"Harry," he said quietly, "I understand you saw the dementors of Azkaban earlier. Am I correct?"
I nodded. "Yes sir."
"Well Harry, Professor McGonagall has expressed to you her concerns about the dementors being back for revenge. Right?" Fudge looked at both McGonagall and I for confirmation.
"Yes; that is correct Minister," said Professor McGonagall.
"Harry?" the Minister said.
"Yes," I told him.
"All right then. It seems that after having communicated with them, that is not the case. I asked them why they are back without permission and I was told they are chasing a deadly killer," Fudge paused.
"A human killer Cornelius?" asked Professor Dumbledore, frowning. "I am, as I am sure you know, quite disturbed by the reappearance of the dementors." He glanced at me quickly, then turned away again to look at Fudge.
"No, no Albus," said Fudge. "It seems this is a different kind of killer, one that cannot be seen with the naked eye. The dementors are after the Yucca virus." He looked at me then as if he expected me to look horrified or faint from shock or something.
Professor McGonagall gasped. "Absurd! Minister, are you quite positive! The Yucca virus here at Hogwarts?"
"Believe you me my dear Minerva," said the Minister. "It is here. And it must be eliminated before it's too late."