To be Unfaithful
The rest of the trip was slow, everyone sitting in silence thinking to themselves. Sure, they would miss the Professor, but the thing that really shocked them was that that could have been them. Though he knew it was only coincidence that it was the Professor who died. they were probably after Dumbledore or Harry himself. Harry pondered about this for the rest of the journey to Hogwarts, he didn't even realize when they arrived.
Hogwarts still stood proud and tall, it's splendour forgotten at the present time. Trudging along, the young witches and wizards slowly made their way to the Castle. Once inside, they saw no merry lights, no warmth of a fire, not even the slightest cackle of Peeves. It was quiet. They were alone.
They made their way to the Great Hall, and once inside they found their seats, and the sorting begun.
Student after student was called, being sorted into their respective houses. Foreign names such as Sealy vin Diouf and Wíll Peâna occasionally caught their attention, though other than that it was fairly boring.
As Harry watched Morgan Schwarz (a German 6th year) get sorted, he noticed Professor Dumbledore looking at him. They made eye contact for a minute, until Harry heard a voice inside his head.
"Meet me in my office."
"Which office?" he replied.
"At the stone gargoyle."
Rather bewildered, Harry left his seat and began walking down the corridor.
The rest of the trip was slow, everyone sitting in silence thinking to themselves. Sure, they would miss the Professor, but the thing that really shocked them was that that could have been them. Though he knew it was only coincidence that it was the Professor who died. they were probably after Dumbledore or Harry himself. Harry pondered about this for the rest of the journey to Hogwarts, he didn't even realize when they arrived.
Hogwarts still stood proud and tall, it's splendour forgotten at the present time. Trudging along, the young witches and wizards slowly made their way to the Castle. Once inside, they saw no merry lights, no warmth of a fire, not even the slightest cackle of Peeves. It was quiet. They were alone.
They made their way to the Great Hall, and once inside they found their seats, and the sorting begun.
Student after student was called, being sorted into their respective houses. Foreign names such as Sealy vin Diouf and Wíll Peâna occasionally caught their attention, though other than that it was fairly boring.
As Harry watched Morgan Schwarz (a German 6th year) get sorted, he noticed Professor Dumbledore looking at him. They made eye contact for a minute, until Harry heard a voice inside his head.
"Meet me in my office."
"Which office?" he replied.
"At the stone gargoyle."
Rather bewildered, Harry left his seat and began walking down the corridor.