After this, the trio headed to the Great Hall. The usual happened there.
New students went under the sorting hat, Dumbledore talked about the year's
upcoming events, and that the Forbidden Forest is forbidden, hence its
name. Then, the incredible food came, but with a twist.
"Ron! Do you have any manners at all?" said Hermione at the grotesque sight of him eating.
"Nope, none at all." Ron replied not looking up from his plate.
Harry had long decided that he'd let those two argue while he had a peaceful meal. As he bit into his piece of roast, he tasted something other than meat. He found a piece of paper in it. It read the below:
Dear Potter, Go to the Potions room at 6:00 pm if you know what's good for you. Don't bring any of your lovely friends, you may tell them, considering you'd tell them anyway, but don't tell anyone else. And, I certainly have my ways of finding out if you told someone you weren't supposed to.
From, Why don't you take a guess Potter?
Harry just gulped. He was absolutely speechless.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked.
All Harry did in response was hand her the note. And what did she do? She gulped.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" Ron asked.
Just like Harry, all she did was hand him the note. And he gulped.
"Ron, what's wrong?" Neville asked.
"Oh, yeah, me, nothing, just had a big mouth full of food to swallow."
"Okay, you do know you're acting quite peculiar right?"
"Yes, I do know of that obvious fact."
"As long as I'm not imagining it, I'm fine with that."
"Okay."
"Okay."
Hermione was worried, isn't she always, and she looked around the room for possible writers of the note. Then, she saw Malfoy. Malfoy was smirking in a way that only he smirked when he was up to something. He had to be who wrote it.
"Harry, don't go."
"Why?"
"I think Malfoy's setting you up."
"What makes you think that, besides the fact he hates me with every fiber of his being."
"Ha, ha. Don't you see it?"
"Nope, I am clinically blind."
"What are you talking about?"
"My glasses, yeeeeaaah, now you get it don't you?"
"Grrr.. I'm trying to be serious."
"You're doing a horrible job of it."
"Will you let me continue?"
"Yes, but not willingly. I just want to hear the theory and decide on a scale of 1 to 10, how outrageous it is."
"Look at Malfoy. See that smirk, I've only seen that smirk when he's been planning against you."
"Good point, but we can't blame him on a look."
"And, the handwriting. Who else here is going to write that neatly? I bet he had to take lessons because of his father."
"Still not enough to blame him."
"I still don't want you to go. I don't doubt whoever this person is can find out if you brought someone with you, and I don't want you going."
Malfoy got up and as he walked past he said, "Having a lover's spat with the mudblood are we?"
"Ron! Do you have any manners at all?" said Hermione at the grotesque sight of him eating.
"Nope, none at all." Ron replied not looking up from his plate.
Harry had long decided that he'd let those two argue while he had a peaceful meal. As he bit into his piece of roast, he tasted something other than meat. He found a piece of paper in it. It read the below:
Dear Potter, Go to the Potions room at 6:00 pm if you know what's good for you. Don't bring any of your lovely friends, you may tell them, considering you'd tell them anyway, but don't tell anyone else. And, I certainly have my ways of finding out if you told someone you weren't supposed to.
From, Why don't you take a guess Potter?
Harry just gulped. He was absolutely speechless.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked.
All Harry did in response was hand her the note. And what did she do? She gulped.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" Ron asked.
Just like Harry, all she did was hand him the note. And he gulped.
"Ron, what's wrong?" Neville asked.
"Oh, yeah, me, nothing, just had a big mouth full of food to swallow."
"Okay, you do know you're acting quite peculiar right?"
"Yes, I do know of that obvious fact."
"As long as I'm not imagining it, I'm fine with that."
"Okay."
"Okay."
Hermione was worried, isn't she always, and she looked around the room for possible writers of the note. Then, she saw Malfoy. Malfoy was smirking in a way that only he smirked when he was up to something. He had to be who wrote it.
"Harry, don't go."
"Why?"
"I think Malfoy's setting you up."
"What makes you think that, besides the fact he hates me with every fiber of his being."
"Ha, ha. Don't you see it?"
"Nope, I am clinically blind."
"What are you talking about?"
"My glasses, yeeeeaaah, now you get it don't you?"
"Grrr.. I'm trying to be serious."
"You're doing a horrible job of it."
"Will you let me continue?"
"Yes, but not willingly. I just want to hear the theory and decide on a scale of 1 to 10, how outrageous it is."
"Look at Malfoy. See that smirk, I've only seen that smirk when he's been planning against you."
"Good point, but we can't blame him on a look."
"And, the handwriting. Who else here is going to write that neatly? I bet he had to take lessons because of his father."
"Still not enough to blame him."
"I still don't want you to go. I don't doubt whoever this person is can find out if you brought someone with you, and I don't want you going."
Malfoy got up and as he walked past he said, "Having a lover's spat with the mudblood are we?"