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Chapter 14
The rain was billowing down outside, leaving droplets speckled across the windows of Hogwarts, making the corridors cold and damp. Harry had no recollection of the other day and Quidditch was starting soon. Ron still looking bright and happy about his position on the team.
Ron and Hermione were heading down to the great hall for breakfast. Harry looked out the window and sighed deeply. Today was going to be another miserable day, double potions first up and then a gruesome day in cold, bitter, howling wind for care of magical creatures. The window fogged up and Harry decided he should go and have something to eat.
The hallways seemed longer than usual, and empty as if it's waiting for something bad to happen. Harry took the secret passage past Gryffindor's Chamber and as he exited the passage, there came loud-thumping footsteps, coming closer. Harry ignored them. It was only a first year, pretending to be a troll next to his friend. Though he was a bit jumpy. The first years ignored him and Harry continued down to the great hall. The great hall didn't have many students eating today, for there was a horrible flu going around and each class number dropped rapidly. The Slytherin table wasn't as noisy as usual, Harry thought noticing Crabbe and Goyle weren't there. He found a seat next to Ron at the Gryffindor table, wolfing down his breakfast.
'Double potions,' groaned Ron.
'Yeah,' sighed Harry.
'Have you noticed, Malfoy is sitting alone at Slytherin table,' sniggered Ron suddenly.
'Yeah,' sighed Harry.
'What's wrong, you didn't laugh when I told you 'bout Malfoy,' said Ron.
'I noticed his two person army weren't with him,' said Harry bluntly, 'but have you noticed, every year at this time, something drastic happens at Hogwarts, like Philosopher's Stone in first year, Chamber of Secrets second year, Sirius on the loose in third year and only last year the Triwizard Tournament!'
'Hey, your right!' realised Ron.
'Of course I'm right!' snapped Harry.
'You don't have to snap at me, I'm right here,' said Ron obviously hurt by Harry's words, 'I think you should go see Madam Pomfrey, your in a bad mood and you don't look to well, you might be getting that flu.'
'That sounds better than being in potions,' said Harry, feeling something had finally gone right.
'I'll see you later,' said Harry getting up and leaving the great hall.
As Harry exited the hall, he brushed shoulders briefly with Aryante, who in turn scowled at him giving him the death glare of the century as she swiftly continued into the hall to seat herself at the Slytherin table as close to Draco as she could get.
Harry made his way up to hospital wing, and entered. Madam Pomfrey came up to him juggling several bottles of different potions.
'Oh dear, not you again!' said Madam Pomfrey, 'You're blue in the face, just sit down and I'll get to you as soon as I can. I've got so many patients here with the flu I hardly have a moment to myself!'
Harry took a seat and watched Madam Pomfrey bustle of to the other students.
Chapter 14
The rain was billowing down outside, leaving droplets speckled across the windows of Hogwarts, making the corridors cold and damp. Harry had no recollection of the other day and Quidditch was starting soon. Ron still looking bright and happy about his position on the team.
Ron and Hermione were heading down to the great hall for breakfast. Harry looked out the window and sighed deeply. Today was going to be another miserable day, double potions first up and then a gruesome day in cold, bitter, howling wind for care of magical creatures. The window fogged up and Harry decided he should go and have something to eat.
The hallways seemed longer than usual, and empty as if it's waiting for something bad to happen. Harry took the secret passage past Gryffindor's Chamber and as he exited the passage, there came loud-thumping footsteps, coming closer. Harry ignored them. It was only a first year, pretending to be a troll next to his friend. Though he was a bit jumpy. The first years ignored him and Harry continued down to the great hall. The great hall didn't have many students eating today, for there was a horrible flu going around and each class number dropped rapidly. The Slytherin table wasn't as noisy as usual, Harry thought noticing Crabbe and Goyle weren't there. He found a seat next to Ron at the Gryffindor table, wolfing down his breakfast.
'Double potions,' groaned Ron.
'Yeah,' sighed Harry.
'Have you noticed, Malfoy is sitting alone at Slytherin table,' sniggered Ron suddenly.
'Yeah,' sighed Harry.
'What's wrong, you didn't laugh when I told you 'bout Malfoy,' said Ron.
'I noticed his two person army weren't with him,' said Harry bluntly, 'but have you noticed, every year at this time, something drastic happens at Hogwarts, like Philosopher's Stone in first year, Chamber of Secrets second year, Sirius on the loose in third year and only last year the Triwizard Tournament!'
'Hey, your right!' realised Ron.
'Of course I'm right!' snapped Harry.
'You don't have to snap at me, I'm right here,' said Ron obviously hurt by Harry's words, 'I think you should go see Madam Pomfrey, your in a bad mood and you don't look to well, you might be getting that flu.'
'That sounds better than being in potions,' said Harry, feeling something had finally gone right.
'I'll see you later,' said Harry getting up and leaving the great hall.
As Harry exited the hall, he brushed shoulders briefly with Aryante, who in turn scowled at him giving him the death glare of the century as she swiftly continued into the hall to seat herself at the Slytherin table as close to Draco as she could get.
Harry made his way up to hospital wing, and entered. Madam Pomfrey came up to him juggling several bottles of different potions.
'Oh dear, not you again!' said Madam Pomfrey, 'You're blue in the face, just sit down and I'll get to you as soon as I can. I've got so many patients here with the flu I hardly have a moment to myself!'
Harry took a seat and watched Madam Pomfrey bustle of to the other students.