Harry had forgotten completely about the incident and breakfast (and
fortunately, so had Ron) when he went to bed that night. Almost
immediately, he stumbled into sleep, and began to have the familiar dream
again.
I "Where are we?"
"Did anyone tell you the Cup was a Portkey?"
"Nope. Is this supposed to be part of the task?"
"I dunno. Wands out d'you reckon?"
"Yeah, someone's coming."
"Kill the spare."
"Avada . . ." /I Harry awoke with a start. He was glad the dream had not gone any further, but he wondered what had woken him up. Then Harry realized: there was an owl sitting on the bottom of his bed with a letter from his Godfather.
'Dear Harry, I hope you are doing well and have settled down nicely. From what Dumbledore has told me you've been quite safe so far. I doubt you know much about what has been going on recently . . .'
"Yes!" Harry was waiting for something like this in one of the letters.
'But I'm not going to tell you anything. It's safer for you if you do not know.'
Harry muttered a small profanity and read on.
'But anyway. I've got to go, create some trouble in Snape's class for me! Sirius'
Harry looked out the window and wondered where his Godfather was right at that moment. Before he knew it, Harry had fallen asleep.
***
Breakfast was thoroughly uneventful, with the exception of Fred and George threatening to start a food fight prompting Ron to fling a bit of sausage across the table at Hermione. Upon it landing on her Shrinking Potions essay, she told him that unless he wanted to be belching fried tomatoes the rest of his life, she had better not find anymore misplaced food items in her schoolwork. Harry was just glad she hadn't found the slice of toast in her History of Magic book.
The trio split up as Ron and Harry wandered up to Divination for the first time in their fifth year.
"You know," said Ron, "I thought by now I'd have run out of things to die from for this stupid class." Harry laughed, but Ron continued. "But I think Hermione inspired me this morning."
"What, since Mars is behind Venus there'll be a suffocation by sausage?" Their laughter was soon cut off by a drawling voice.
"What, can't buy anything better to kill yourself with Weasley? Figure your family can eat it when you're done?" Draco Malfoy was leaning against the forth floor corridor with Crabbe and Goyle standing sharply at attention behind him.
To Harry's surprise, Ron just rolled his eyes.
"What, didn't you grow up this summer? These stupid little insults are rather unbecoming."
Harry was startled at how -different- Ron sounded. It reminded him of . . . Hermione.
"Come on Harry, let's get to class." They walked away, but not before Harry noticed he was not the only one dumbfounded by Ron's rejoinder. Draco was standing there as though he had been stupefied.
Once out of earshot, Harry asked, "What was that?"
"What was what?"
"That."
"You mean . . .?"
"What you said to Malfoy."
"Oh."
"Well . . .?"
"I dunno. I figured since Hermione wasn't here, someone had to say what she would have."
"Yeah that IS exactly what she would say."
"Yep." Ron nodded.
"But . . ." Harry hesitated. Did he want to say it? Well, he had already started, no turning back now. "That's not what Ron would say."
"And what exactly are you getting at?"
"Well. . . I dunno . . ."
"I don't know either!" Ron looked sharply at Harry who saw the back of Ron's neck beginning to go red. Harry started laughing, and Ron soon followed suit.
"Did you see his face-"
"He probably didn't even-"
"I though his head-"
"understand the bloody-"
"would explode!"
"git."
The two boy laughed all the way up to Divination, even though they were a couple minutes late.
When they entered the room, Professor Trelawney gazed at them condescendingly.
"I knew you two would be late. Were you not held up by some dark force?"
"Yeah, a Slytherin," Ron sniggered.
"Very well Weasley, I'll have you doing a weeks worth of predictions for tomorrow. And don't hand it in late!"
Ron sighed, and the two sat down.
Other than Trelawney's frequent hints about death and danger for boys with dark hair, the class period was rather dull and Harry found himself falling asleep. Struggling to stay awake, Harry remembered to show Ron his letter from Sirius. 'I only wish,' Ron wrote on a torn bit of parchment, 'that you weren't so well protected. They ought to know you'll be finding it out anyway.'
Harry chuckled quietly, knowing Ron was joking. But this did not deter his mind from thinking that Ron, even in jest, was right.
***
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I "Where are we?"
"Did anyone tell you the Cup was a Portkey?"
"Nope. Is this supposed to be part of the task?"
"I dunno. Wands out d'you reckon?"
"Yeah, someone's coming."
"Kill the spare."
"Avada . . ." /I Harry awoke with a start. He was glad the dream had not gone any further, but he wondered what had woken him up. Then Harry realized: there was an owl sitting on the bottom of his bed with a letter from his Godfather.
'Dear Harry, I hope you are doing well and have settled down nicely. From what Dumbledore has told me you've been quite safe so far. I doubt you know much about what has been going on recently . . .'
"Yes!" Harry was waiting for something like this in one of the letters.
'But I'm not going to tell you anything. It's safer for you if you do not know.'
Harry muttered a small profanity and read on.
'But anyway. I've got to go, create some trouble in Snape's class for me! Sirius'
Harry looked out the window and wondered where his Godfather was right at that moment. Before he knew it, Harry had fallen asleep.
***
Breakfast was thoroughly uneventful, with the exception of Fred and George threatening to start a food fight prompting Ron to fling a bit of sausage across the table at Hermione. Upon it landing on her Shrinking Potions essay, she told him that unless he wanted to be belching fried tomatoes the rest of his life, she had better not find anymore misplaced food items in her schoolwork. Harry was just glad she hadn't found the slice of toast in her History of Magic book.
The trio split up as Ron and Harry wandered up to Divination for the first time in their fifth year.
"You know," said Ron, "I thought by now I'd have run out of things to die from for this stupid class." Harry laughed, but Ron continued. "But I think Hermione inspired me this morning."
"What, since Mars is behind Venus there'll be a suffocation by sausage?" Their laughter was soon cut off by a drawling voice.
"What, can't buy anything better to kill yourself with Weasley? Figure your family can eat it when you're done?" Draco Malfoy was leaning against the forth floor corridor with Crabbe and Goyle standing sharply at attention behind him.
To Harry's surprise, Ron just rolled his eyes.
"What, didn't you grow up this summer? These stupid little insults are rather unbecoming."
Harry was startled at how -different- Ron sounded. It reminded him of . . . Hermione.
"Come on Harry, let's get to class." They walked away, but not before Harry noticed he was not the only one dumbfounded by Ron's rejoinder. Draco was standing there as though he had been stupefied.
Once out of earshot, Harry asked, "What was that?"
"What was what?"
"That."
"You mean . . .?"
"What you said to Malfoy."
"Oh."
"Well . . .?"
"I dunno. I figured since Hermione wasn't here, someone had to say what she would have."
"Yeah that IS exactly what she would say."
"Yep." Ron nodded.
"But . . ." Harry hesitated. Did he want to say it? Well, he had already started, no turning back now. "That's not what Ron would say."
"And what exactly are you getting at?"
"Well. . . I dunno . . ."
"I don't know either!" Ron looked sharply at Harry who saw the back of Ron's neck beginning to go red. Harry started laughing, and Ron soon followed suit.
"Did you see his face-"
"He probably didn't even-"
"I though his head-"
"understand the bloody-"
"would explode!"
"git."
The two boy laughed all the way up to Divination, even though they were a couple minutes late.
When they entered the room, Professor Trelawney gazed at them condescendingly.
"I knew you two would be late. Were you not held up by some dark force?"
"Yeah, a Slytherin," Ron sniggered.
"Very well Weasley, I'll have you doing a weeks worth of predictions for tomorrow. And don't hand it in late!"
Ron sighed, and the two sat down.
Other than Trelawney's frequent hints about death and danger for boys with dark hair, the class period was rather dull and Harry found himself falling asleep. Struggling to stay awake, Harry remembered to show Ron his letter from Sirius. 'I only wish,' Ron wrote on a torn bit of parchment, 'that you weren't so well protected. They ought to know you'll be finding it out anyway.'
Harry chuckled quietly, knowing Ron was joking. But this did not deter his mind from thinking that Ron, even in jest, was right.
***
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