Chapter eight
Dumbledore
Hermione held the glass up to the light pouring out of the Hospital Wing's window.
" This is the most deadly poison known in the wizarding world." She shook her head and placed the glass on the table.
" Harry, you HAVE to tell Dumbledore." Ron urged.
" He's right, you know. Who ever did it wanted to get you good." Hermione said grimly. Harry rubbed his scar thoughtfully.
" I remember my scar hurting last night.Not too bad, but enough for me to notice." Harry murmured.
" Was that what woke you up?" Ron asked. Harry shook his head, wondering how he knew without really waking up.
" That was Dobby. He tried to kill himself last night too. Thought he was bad for not seeing who it was." Harry sighed and got up.
" Wait outside. I'm gonna change. We'll go pay Dumbledore a visit."
" Don't we need to see Professor McGonagall first? How are we going to get in? I mean, we don't know the password." Ron struggled to keep up with Harry.
"I'm not stupid. That's where I'm going!" He snapped. Ron shrugged.
" Just reminding you." He muttered. The three of them stopped outside Professor McGonagoll's office. Harry knocked on the door. Hermione held the glass, their evidence carefully, as not to spill a single drop.
" Yes?" The professor opened the door and gasped at the poisoned water Hermione was holding.
" Explain yourselves!" She ordered, thinking they had made the poison themselves.
" Professor. Someone tried to poison Harry last night." Ron said firmly.
" Fuzzing Wizzbees!" The gargoyles eyes lit and the stone structure stood up, lumbering out of the way. With a nod of her head, the professor motioned for the students to follow her up the winding staircase. Harry twitched nervously. He wasn't afraid of Dumbledore. Just of what he'd find out.
The Professor knocked on the door and waited.
" Come in." The door opened by itself. Revealing the circular office and the headmaster. Dumbledore stood up and motioned for Hermione to give him the glass. His blue eyes studied it carefully. With a sigh, he placed it down on the table and sat down behind the desk.
" You may go now, Minivera." He closed his eyes. Looking rather disappointed, she left. Harry and Ron exchanged looks. They hardly saw Dumbledore like this. He was usually so sure and confident. This Dumbledore was worried and tired.
" Explain." Dumbledore leant forward, staring at Harry. Harry told him every thing, every thing except his scar hurting. There was no need to. It was nothing. Dumbledore analysed this information carefully.
" Thank you. You may go now.. Except for Harry." Hermione shot Harry a questioning look and he returned her one also. Dumbledore waited patiently as they left.
"Harry..Do you have any one you suspect?" Harry tried to look confused.
" No Professor. Not at all." Dumbledore searched his face as he said this, as though trying to detect any signs that might tattle tale Harry's lying. After a while, he leant back and said something that made Harry's hair stand on end.
" Are you sure? Did your scar hurt at all?"
" N-NO. what makes you say that?" Harry spluttered. Dumbledore smiled.
" You may go now Harry." Harry stood up and made for the door.
" And don't worry. After all, you are the boy who lived." Harry turned to see Dumbledore give him a knowing wink before he turned his back to him.
Shut up. No need to remind me. I know it's boring. I tried to make it interesting, but I'm kinda stumbling on the plot here. Ideas plz!!!
Adios.
Tha fox
Dumbledore
Hermione held the glass up to the light pouring out of the Hospital Wing's window.
" This is the most deadly poison known in the wizarding world." She shook her head and placed the glass on the table.
" Harry, you HAVE to tell Dumbledore." Ron urged.
" He's right, you know. Who ever did it wanted to get you good." Hermione said grimly. Harry rubbed his scar thoughtfully.
" I remember my scar hurting last night.Not too bad, but enough for me to notice." Harry murmured.
" Was that what woke you up?" Ron asked. Harry shook his head, wondering how he knew without really waking up.
" That was Dobby. He tried to kill himself last night too. Thought he was bad for not seeing who it was." Harry sighed and got up.
" Wait outside. I'm gonna change. We'll go pay Dumbledore a visit."
" Don't we need to see Professor McGonagall first? How are we going to get in? I mean, we don't know the password." Ron struggled to keep up with Harry.
"I'm not stupid. That's where I'm going!" He snapped. Ron shrugged.
" Just reminding you." He muttered. The three of them stopped outside Professor McGonagoll's office. Harry knocked on the door. Hermione held the glass, their evidence carefully, as not to spill a single drop.
" Yes?" The professor opened the door and gasped at the poisoned water Hermione was holding.
" Explain yourselves!" She ordered, thinking they had made the poison themselves.
" Professor. Someone tried to poison Harry last night." Ron said firmly.
" Fuzzing Wizzbees!" The gargoyles eyes lit and the stone structure stood up, lumbering out of the way. With a nod of her head, the professor motioned for the students to follow her up the winding staircase. Harry twitched nervously. He wasn't afraid of Dumbledore. Just of what he'd find out.
The Professor knocked on the door and waited.
" Come in." The door opened by itself. Revealing the circular office and the headmaster. Dumbledore stood up and motioned for Hermione to give him the glass. His blue eyes studied it carefully. With a sigh, he placed it down on the table and sat down behind the desk.
" You may go now, Minivera." He closed his eyes. Looking rather disappointed, she left. Harry and Ron exchanged looks. They hardly saw Dumbledore like this. He was usually so sure and confident. This Dumbledore was worried and tired.
" Explain." Dumbledore leant forward, staring at Harry. Harry told him every thing, every thing except his scar hurting. There was no need to. It was nothing. Dumbledore analysed this information carefully.
" Thank you. You may go now.. Except for Harry." Hermione shot Harry a questioning look and he returned her one also. Dumbledore waited patiently as they left.
"Harry..Do you have any one you suspect?" Harry tried to look confused.
" No Professor. Not at all." Dumbledore searched his face as he said this, as though trying to detect any signs that might tattle tale Harry's lying. After a while, he leant back and said something that made Harry's hair stand on end.
" Are you sure? Did your scar hurt at all?"
" N-NO. what makes you say that?" Harry spluttered. Dumbledore smiled.
" You may go now Harry." Harry stood up and made for the door.
" And don't worry. After all, you are the boy who lived." Harry turned to see Dumbledore give him a knowing wink before he turned his back to him.
Shut up. No need to remind me. I know it's boring. I tried to make it interesting, but I'm kinda stumbling on the plot here. Ideas plz!!!
Adios.
Tha fox