A/N: Yippee it's Chapter 4! Will Harry accept what this mystifying
sorceress is about to offer him??
Disclaimer: CHAPTER 2!!! JEEZ!!!
Chapter 4: Becoming Worried
Harry, Ron, and Hermione plopped down at a House table (Ravenclaw), eager to hear what the sorceress had to say.
"Harry," she said in a voice a little above a whisper. "You have been the only one to overcome the Dark Lord. We have chosen you out of many powerful people to be a member of the Order of the Phoenix. We need your courage and strength, and ever since I saw what you did earlier this year, you are the wisest decision."
Harry stared at her. How could she have SEEN what happened with Lord Voldemort at the cemetery after the Third Task? Unless.
"Remember, Harry, I can see the future," she told him, reading his mind (literally).
Harry had one very obvious question, though.
"What about Hermione and Ron?" he questioned, eyeing the sorceress. She grinned somewhat evilly, but said,
"We were going to invite them as well."
Ron brightened his mood. Hermione, however, looked very nervous.
The sorceress obviously sensed Hermione's anxiety and told her,
"Do not fear, darling, it is only the beginning."
Harry thought that was the least cheerful thing to say to Hermione in a situation like this.
Finally, Harry looked up at the sorceress, longing to ask the one question that had been buzzing in his head for the last quarter of an hour.
"Uhh...Ms. Du Menti....what are we going to DO in this Order, exactly?" he asked her, tilting on the edge of his seat. The sorceress suddenly looked very alert.
"That, Harry," she said, putting a finger under his chin, "is what you're going to find out tomorrow morning."
The sorceress then snapped her remaining finger and vanished in a cloud of black smoke.
**********
Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting there at the House table, waiting for come kind of sign telling them what to do next.
Then, making Harry jump a foot off his seat, Professor Dumbledore spoke.
"I suggest you three take yourselves up to bed," he told them.
"The password to Gryffindor Tower is 'winterheimer'."
They all chortled at the password and went up the dizzy and moving staircases, making sure to jump vanishing steps.
The Fat Lady was snoozing gently in her frame as the trio made their way up to the tower. After waiting for several minutes, Ron sighed heavily and yelled at the Fat Lady,
"IWAKE UPI!"
She was definitely not pleased. She gave Ron atleast a 20-minute talking-to until Hermione breathlessly cried out,
"WINTERHEIMER!"
The Fat Lady opened her portrait rather reluctantly, and the three clambered in.
**********
As Harry walked in the common room, he noticed it didn't seem very different at all.
He sat down at a sofa, Hermione sitting by him, and Ron in an armchair in front of them.
"I'm starting to get a little worried, here," Hermione said after a few tense moments.
Harry felt the same way.
"Yeah, I know," said Ron, sitting back in his armchair.
"I mean, this IS exciting and all, but what good is it if the sorceress didn't even tell us what we're going to IdoI?"
"Well, at least we're back at Hogwarts," Harry said, trying to fit into the conversation. His thoughts were all jammed up in his mind, and he didn't know what else he said.
"Harry, don't be a prat," said Hermione, making Harry go scarlet. The least she could do was tease him at a time like this.
"This isn't supposed to some jolly visit here! It's SERIOUS! You heard what that woman said out there! She's a SORCERESS!"
"So what?" said Ron, butting in.
"Ron, believe me. I've read all about sorceresses!" Hermione told him.
"So we've heard," muttered Ron. Hermione frowned.
"It says in books that if sorceresses lie, they loose one of their magical powers! And I also read that sorceresses are never worried about ANYTHING. They always stay calm, and they NEVER seem to be stressed AT ALL!" Hermione shouted. Harry looked at her in surprise; she was getting very red in the face.
Ron rolled his eyes. "You read too much, 'Mione," he said. Hermione looked outraged.
"Just because you're a brainless IgitI, Ron, doesn't mean III have to be one!" she screeched, her face crimson.
Harry opened his mouth in shock. Hermione never really seemed to make fun of anybody, especially her best friend.
Ron was furious.
"A brainless git? I believe you're referring to Professor Lockhart!" he yelled, but with laughter. Hermione squinted her eyes at him.
"IThat was 3 years ago, Ron, and if I didn't know any better, you're just jealous that you don't have the brains to know as much as MEI!"
Harry's eyes widened. Hermione would never say that IsheI was a know-it- all. Ron was speechless. Before storming upstairs to the dormitory, he shrieked at her,
"YOU ARE SUCH A IGIRLI!"
And Harry was left alone, sitting in the common room, with nothing to think about except what horrors might arise on him if he joined the Order.
Disclaimer: CHAPTER 2!!! JEEZ!!!
Chapter 4: Becoming Worried
Harry, Ron, and Hermione plopped down at a House table (Ravenclaw), eager to hear what the sorceress had to say.
"Harry," she said in a voice a little above a whisper. "You have been the only one to overcome the Dark Lord. We have chosen you out of many powerful people to be a member of the Order of the Phoenix. We need your courage and strength, and ever since I saw what you did earlier this year, you are the wisest decision."
Harry stared at her. How could she have SEEN what happened with Lord Voldemort at the cemetery after the Third Task? Unless.
"Remember, Harry, I can see the future," she told him, reading his mind (literally).
Harry had one very obvious question, though.
"What about Hermione and Ron?" he questioned, eyeing the sorceress. She grinned somewhat evilly, but said,
"We were going to invite them as well."
Ron brightened his mood. Hermione, however, looked very nervous.
The sorceress obviously sensed Hermione's anxiety and told her,
"Do not fear, darling, it is only the beginning."
Harry thought that was the least cheerful thing to say to Hermione in a situation like this.
Finally, Harry looked up at the sorceress, longing to ask the one question that had been buzzing in his head for the last quarter of an hour.
"Uhh...Ms. Du Menti....what are we going to DO in this Order, exactly?" he asked her, tilting on the edge of his seat. The sorceress suddenly looked very alert.
"That, Harry," she said, putting a finger under his chin, "is what you're going to find out tomorrow morning."
The sorceress then snapped her remaining finger and vanished in a cloud of black smoke.
**********
Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting there at the House table, waiting for come kind of sign telling them what to do next.
Then, making Harry jump a foot off his seat, Professor Dumbledore spoke.
"I suggest you three take yourselves up to bed," he told them.
"The password to Gryffindor Tower is 'winterheimer'."
They all chortled at the password and went up the dizzy and moving staircases, making sure to jump vanishing steps.
The Fat Lady was snoozing gently in her frame as the trio made their way up to the tower. After waiting for several minutes, Ron sighed heavily and yelled at the Fat Lady,
"IWAKE UPI!"
She was definitely not pleased. She gave Ron atleast a 20-minute talking-to until Hermione breathlessly cried out,
"WINTERHEIMER!"
The Fat Lady opened her portrait rather reluctantly, and the three clambered in.
**********
As Harry walked in the common room, he noticed it didn't seem very different at all.
He sat down at a sofa, Hermione sitting by him, and Ron in an armchair in front of them.
"I'm starting to get a little worried, here," Hermione said after a few tense moments.
Harry felt the same way.
"Yeah, I know," said Ron, sitting back in his armchair.
"I mean, this IS exciting and all, but what good is it if the sorceress didn't even tell us what we're going to IdoI?"
"Well, at least we're back at Hogwarts," Harry said, trying to fit into the conversation. His thoughts were all jammed up in his mind, and he didn't know what else he said.
"Harry, don't be a prat," said Hermione, making Harry go scarlet. The least she could do was tease him at a time like this.
"This isn't supposed to some jolly visit here! It's SERIOUS! You heard what that woman said out there! She's a SORCERESS!"
"So what?" said Ron, butting in.
"Ron, believe me. I've read all about sorceresses!" Hermione told him.
"So we've heard," muttered Ron. Hermione frowned.
"It says in books that if sorceresses lie, they loose one of their magical powers! And I also read that sorceresses are never worried about ANYTHING. They always stay calm, and they NEVER seem to be stressed AT ALL!" Hermione shouted. Harry looked at her in surprise; she was getting very red in the face.
Ron rolled his eyes. "You read too much, 'Mione," he said. Hermione looked outraged.
"Just because you're a brainless IgitI, Ron, doesn't mean III have to be one!" she screeched, her face crimson.
Harry opened his mouth in shock. Hermione never really seemed to make fun of anybody, especially her best friend.
Ron was furious.
"A brainless git? I believe you're referring to Professor Lockhart!" he yelled, but with laughter. Hermione squinted her eyes at him.
"IThat was 3 years ago, Ron, and if I didn't know any better, you're just jealous that you don't have the brains to know as much as MEI!"
Harry's eyes widened. Hermione would never say that IsheI was a know-it- all. Ron was speechless. Before storming upstairs to the dormitory, he shrieked at her,
"YOU ARE SUCH A IGIRLI!"
And Harry was left alone, sitting in the common room, with nothing to think about except what horrors might arise on him if he joined the Order.