Mr. V and Hermione's Message
Harry turned and watched Mr. V. walk to the front of the Hall. He looked at the features of his new teacher. Mr. V. was a tall man with raggedy brown hair, and he looked about 40 years old. Harry watched on as Dumbledore began to speak again.
"Students, this is the New Defense against the Dark Arts Teacher, Mr. V. Mr. V, will you say a few words about your background?"
Mr. V. nodded, and walked up to the platform.
"Well, as you all know, my name is Mr. V. I attended Hogwarts when I was your age, and then traveled out west to put my knowledge to the test. I have met up with golems, ghouls, and bogarts. Now, let the feast begin."
Suddenly, the tables were full of delicious foods. Everyone ate up and chatted with the new comers and old friends. While they were eating, the mail arrived. In flew hundreds of owls delivering various items. Ron received the Daily Prophet, which he gave to Hermione to read. Hermione received a letter form Mr. Weasley, but decided not to open it at the table. Harry looked up and saw a snowy white owl flying toward him. Hedwig landed on the table, but she was empty handed.
"Hedwig, you silly girl, you just came here to get something to eat, didn't you?" Harry handed her a piece of chicken. She ate it, and flew back through the hole at the top of the room. Then, when the table was cleared, Harry stood, and started walking to the dorm.
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When Harry reached the Fat Lady, he heard someone behind him. Before he was able to turn around, a high-pitched voice shrieked,
"Potty-Wee-Potter, how have you been?"
"Go away, Peeves, before I call the Bloody Baron," Harry told him.
"Jeez, Potter, what has burst your bubble?" And with that, Peeves flew away.
"Loonerfit," Harry told the Fat Lady, and she opened up. He quickly walked into the Gryffindor common room. Sitting on the couch, all alone, and crying, was Hermione.
Harry walked over to her and sat down. "Hermione, what's the matter?"
"Well, M-Mr. Weasley sent m-m-me a note, and, umm.....," Hermione muttered before bursting into tears.
Harry reached for the letter in her hands and read: Dear Hermione, I have been researching and searching for any news about the mysterious disappearances of many muggles. Well, I have found out that many of the disappearances are indeed linked to the Death Eaters. We found a place where many of the hostages were held. I'm sorry to say, but your parents were not in the building. I will keep looking for them. Don't lose hope. Mr. Weasley
"Oh Hermione, I'm really sorry. Don't worry, though, I'm sure Mr. Weasley will find them," Harry said, trying to cheer her up. Then, Ron walked in. Harry stood up and started walking to his bedroom. When he reached upstairs, he looked over the railing and saw Ron embrace Hermione, rocking her back and forth.
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Harry walked up the stairs to his dorm room, and on the door was a sign that said 6th YEAR BOYS. He opened the door, and looked inside. All of his stuff was neatly placed at the foot of his four-poster bed. He climbed on his bed and lay down. His eyes drooped, and he fell asleep. Harry was running from a shadowy figure. He just couldn't get away. Finally, he found an abandoned house and ducked in. But there were already many people there.
"Harry!" a woman cried from across the room. Harry looked around, and then noticed a tall, thin woman walking toward him. It was Mrs. Granger.
"Harry, my dear. I'm so sorry to have to meet you like this. I don't think that me and my husband are going to make it much longer. Unless someone finds us, we will probably not live to see Hermione again. Please, ask the Headmaster for help. Go to him. Harry, you must get out right now. Voldemort is coming Harry. He said he will be going to Hogwarts soon. Watch out for yourself, and send our darling our love. Go now, Harry." Harry shot up on his bed. It was another dream, he thought, and I must talk to Hermione. And Ginny. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
He didn't get a chance to talk to Hermione, because they had Defense Against the Dark Arts class right after dinner. Harry arrived in the tower and sat down next to Seamus. Then, class started.
"Hello, class," Mr. V. acknowledged to the students in front of him. "Well, today, instead of starting on the curriculum, I would like each of you to tell me a little bit about each of you. Let's see, how about Ron Weasley."
As Ron started, Harry examined Mr. V. You know, he thought to himself, for some reason, his name sounded so familiar. Then, Mr. V. called out Harry's name. "Aww... Mr. Harry Potter, just the man I was dieing to meet. Please, grace us with information."
"Well," Harry began, "I live with my aunt and uncle during the summer, unless I'm at the Wilder's. Yep, that's about it." Harry felt that he shouldn't give out any true information to this new teacher.
"Ok, then. How about Hermione? Why don't you tell me about your family?" Mr. V. asked, and it seemed to Harry he had an evil smirk on his face as he was asking.
It was then that Hermione burst into tears and ran out the door. Ron jumped up and ran after her, followed closely by Harry.
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"Hey Harry, I need to talk to you," Ginny said to Harry. "Is now okay?"
"Sure," Harry replied, grabbing her soft hand and pulling her out of the common room, and into a corner outside of the dorms.
"Harry, do you think that Mr. V. is a little weird?"
"Well, now that you mention it, I really needed to talk to you about him, too. But before that, I need to tell you about another dream I had this afternoon. I was running, and I found a house, and inside were the Grangers. They told me that if we don't hurry up, they'll die."
"Personally, Harry, I think that this is another foretelling dream. If we don't do something soon, well, it'll be bad."
"Yeah, we need to try to figure that out. Now, about Mr. V. I, I think he's working with Voldemort. In the dream I had earlier, Mr. V. was in the meeting. Now, I'm scared that that dream is now coming true."
"Harry, don't worry. Me, Ron, and Hermione will be there for you. Well, at least I will be there whenever you need me, and that's a promise; a promise I will always keep."
Harry turned and watched Mr. V. walk to the front of the Hall. He looked at the features of his new teacher. Mr. V. was a tall man with raggedy brown hair, and he looked about 40 years old. Harry watched on as Dumbledore began to speak again.
"Students, this is the New Defense against the Dark Arts Teacher, Mr. V. Mr. V, will you say a few words about your background?"
Mr. V. nodded, and walked up to the platform.
"Well, as you all know, my name is Mr. V. I attended Hogwarts when I was your age, and then traveled out west to put my knowledge to the test. I have met up with golems, ghouls, and bogarts. Now, let the feast begin."
Suddenly, the tables were full of delicious foods. Everyone ate up and chatted with the new comers and old friends. While they were eating, the mail arrived. In flew hundreds of owls delivering various items. Ron received the Daily Prophet, which he gave to Hermione to read. Hermione received a letter form Mr. Weasley, but decided not to open it at the table. Harry looked up and saw a snowy white owl flying toward him. Hedwig landed on the table, but she was empty handed.
"Hedwig, you silly girl, you just came here to get something to eat, didn't you?" Harry handed her a piece of chicken. She ate it, and flew back through the hole at the top of the room. Then, when the table was cleared, Harry stood, and started walking to the dorm.
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When Harry reached the Fat Lady, he heard someone behind him. Before he was able to turn around, a high-pitched voice shrieked,
"Potty-Wee-Potter, how have you been?"
"Go away, Peeves, before I call the Bloody Baron," Harry told him.
"Jeez, Potter, what has burst your bubble?" And with that, Peeves flew away.
"Loonerfit," Harry told the Fat Lady, and she opened up. He quickly walked into the Gryffindor common room. Sitting on the couch, all alone, and crying, was Hermione.
Harry walked over to her and sat down. "Hermione, what's the matter?"
"Well, M-Mr. Weasley sent m-m-me a note, and, umm.....," Hermione muttered before bursting into tears.
Harry reached for the letter in her hands and read: Dear Hermione, I have been researching and searching for any news about the mysterious disappearances of many muggles. Well, I have found out that many of the disappearances are indeed linked to the Death Eaters. We found a place where many of the hostages were held. I'm sorry to say, but your parents were not in the building. I will keep looking for them. Don't lose hope. Mr. Weasley
"Oh Hermione, I'm really sorry. Don't worry, though, I'm sure Mr. Weasley will find them," Harry said, trying to cheer her up. Then, Ron walked in. Harry stood up and started walking to his bedroom. When he reached upstairs, he looked over the railing and saw Ron embrace Hermione, rocking her back and forth.
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Harry walked up the stairs to his dorm room, and on the door was a sign that said 6th YEAR BOYS. He opened the door, and looked inside. All of his stuff was neatly placed at the foot of his four-poster bed. He climbed on his bed and lay down. His eyes drooped, and he fell asleep. Harry was running from a shadowy figure. He just couldn't get away. Finally, he found an abandoned house and ducked in. But there were already many people there.
"Harry!" a woman cried from across the room. Harry looked around, and then noticed a tall, thin woman walking toward him. It was Mrs. Granger.
"Harry, my dear. I'm so sorry to have to meet you like this. I don't think that me and my husband are going to make it much longer. Unless someone finds us, we will probably not live to see Hermione again. Please, ask the Headmaster for help. Go to him. Harry, you must get out right now. Voldemort is coming Harry. He said he will be going to Hogwarts soon. Watch out for yourself, and send our darling our love. Go now, Harry." Harry shot up on his bed. It was another dream, he thought, and I must talk to Hermione. And Ginny. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
He didn't get a chance to talk to Hermione, because they had Defense Against the Dark Arts class right after dinner. Harry arrived in the tower and sat down next to Seamus. Then, class started.
"Hello, class," Mr. V. acknowledged to the students in front of him. "Well, today, instead of starting on the curriculum, I would like each of you to tell me a little bit about each of you. Let's see, how about Ron Weasley."
As Ron started, Harry examined Mr. V. You know, he thought to himself, for some reason, his name sounded so familiar. Then, Mr. V. called out Harry's name. "Aww... Mr. Harry Potter, just the man I was dieing to meet. Please, grace us with information."
"Well," Harry began, "I live with my aunt and uncle during the summer, unless I'm at the Wilder's. Yep, that's about it." Harry felt that he shouldn't give out any true information to this new teacher.
"Ok, then. How about Hermione? Why don't you tell me about your family?" Mr. V. asked, and it seemed to Harry he had an evil smirk on his face as he was asking.
It was then that Hermione burst into tears and ran out the door. Ron jumped up and ran after her, followed closely by Harry.
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"Hey Harry, I need to talk to you," Ginny said to Harry. "Is now okay?"
"Sure," Harry replied, grabbing her soft hand and pulling her out of the common room, and into a corner outside of the dorms.
"Harry, do you think that Mr. V. is a little weird?"
"Well, now that you mention it, I really needed to talk to you about him, too. But before that, I need to tell you about another dream I had this afternoon. I was running, and I found a house, and inside were the Grangers. They told me that if we don't hurry up, they'll die."
"Personally, Harry, I think that this is another foretelling dream. If we don't do something soon, well, it'll be bad."
"Yeah, we need to try to figure that out. Now, about Mr. V. I, I think he's working with Voldemort. In the dream I had earlier, Mr. V. was in the meeting. Now, I'm scared that that dream is now coming true."
"Harry, don't worry. Me, Ron, and Hermione will be there for you. Well, at least I will be there whenever you need me, and that's a promise; a promise I will always keep."