No Turning Back
Chapter Six
Harry was so excited that he was finally back at Hogwarts and was walking around Hogsmeade with Ron and Hermione. It was just like old times, and with all these happy feelings he couldn't help but think maybe this is for good. Maybe with Dumbledor watching me so close Voldemort won't come back for me. But he thought in vain, for he knew that soon enough Voldemort would return for him, and would be very upset that he had visited Hogwarts at all. Ron glanced over at Harry. "Hey Harry" Ron said, "why don't we all go to Three Broomsticks and get come butter beers." Harry nodded in approval, as did Hermione. Once they were all situated at a table and had finished there butter beers they began to talk. About everything from the weather to whom they thought would win the Quidditch World Cup. Ron of course was positive it would be the Chudley Cannons. However no matter how much fun Harry was having, that thought at the back of his head still nagged at him. Suddenly out of nowhere his scar released a burning sensation that felt worse than a Cruciatus Curse. Voldemort was coming for him. "Harry" Hermione whispered, "Are you ready to tell us what happened that night with the Death Eaters? Don't worry you can trust us." Finally Harry decided it was time that they knew the truth. "Lets take a little walk." Harry replied.
Harry was so excited that he was finally back at Hogwarts and was walking around Hogsmeade with Ron and Hermione. It was just like old times, and with all these happy feelings he couldn't help but think maybe this is for good. Maybe with Dumbledor watching me so close Voldemort won't come back for me. But he thought in vain, for he knew that soon enough Voldemort would return for him, and would be very upset that he had visited Hogwarts at all. Ron glanced over at Harry. "Hey Harry" Ron said, "why don't we all go to Three Broomsticks and get come butter beers." Harry nodded in approval, as did Hermione. Once they were all situated at a table and had finished there butter beers they began to talk. About everything from the weather to whom they thought would win the Quidditch World Cup. Ron of course was positive it would be the Chudley Cannons. However no matter how much fun Harry was having, that thought at the back of his head still nagged at him. Suddenly out of nowhere his scar released a burning sensation that felt worse than a Cruciatus Curse. Voldemort was coming for him. "Harry" Hermione whispered, "Are you ready to tell us what happened that night with the Death Eaters? Don't worry you can trust us." Finally Harry decided it was time that they knew the truth. "Lets take a little walk." Harry replied.