Chapter 10

Harry looked at Dumbledore. He still didn't get the quetion. "How did they treat you?" He didnt' even know how to answer it.

"Er... fine." Was the only thing Harry could say

"Just fine?"

"There was nothing wrong with the teachers. Just the students." Harry hated to remember those days of taunting and teasing.

"What about you Hermonie?" Dumbledore looked at her.

"I, uh, went to a Catholic school." She paused hoping that was enough to explain it.

"How were the teachers there?"

Hermonie looked at him. She looked like the memory of her school was hurting her. A little bit of tears were starting to fill her eyes.

"It's ok, darling. Everything here is just for us. No one else will know besides Harry here."

Hermonie looked at Harry a little scared. Harry gave her "I'm here for you" look. She turned back to Dumbledore and took a minute to try and explain her schooling.

"Like I said, I went to a Catholic school. They are very strict. They taught you how to do things and that's how you had to do it. No excuses." Hermonie took a deep breath in. "I was a left-handed student before i went there."

Harry thought for a second. He always saw her writing with her right hand.

"A left handed person is the sign of wrongness and the devil," Hermonie continued. "Everytime I wrote with my left hand in first through third grade i was beaten with a ruler."

A gasp echoed the room from all teachers except from Snape. A little bit of shock could be seen in his eyes. The rest of him remained emotionless.

"I taught myself after school how to write with my right hand. I was behind in my alphebet with writing with my right hand. I couldn't get used to it. I started to try and sneak to write with my left hand at times. I was always caught by the Sisters. They would come up behind me and slap my knuckles repeatedly. If I cried i was sent into the corner with the dunce cap. After a while I just had to write with my right hand. My left hand swelled to where i couldn't write for several days."

Dumbledore looked like he was going to speak, but stopped himself as he say the girl had more to say.

"The nuns hated me," Hermonie looked into those sparkling blue eye's of Dumbledore's, "They insited i was the daughter of Satan."

Now, even Snape had a horrified look on his face.

"I was taunted and teased by the kids and the siters would do anything. So i stayed in the library most of the time doing work. It was the only thing that kept me sane for a long time." A single tear rolled down her cheek. "When i got a note to Hogwarts saying i was accepted, they paddled me for even showing them it." Hermonie looked down and fumbled with her hands.

"I am sorry, to hear this, Hermonie." Dumbledore stated.

"I am shocked any teacher would treat children like this," To Harry's surprise, Snape said.

Hermonie still looked down. Dumbledore collected his thoughts and asked his next question.

"What did you learn in your Muggle schools?" He now looked at Harry.

"I'm sure i can speak for Hermonie and I on this one." Harry glanced and Hermonie for a second. "There was English, Mathamatics, Science, History, Art, Music, and Reading. I think in Catholic schools they have a Bible studies class?"

Hermonie nodded in agreement.

"Proffesor, May I ask you a question?"

"I believe you already did." Dumbledore smiled a little. He looked like he was still trying to comprhend Miss Granger's story. "But you may ask another."

"Why are you asking these questions?"

"Some of the student are acting a little 'strange' you might say. I was just wondering if it's how they were brought up in muggle schoolings."

"Is it only the Muggle born students or the ones that went to Muggle schooling?" Hermonie looked up.

"It seems that way. We are just trying to get to the bottom of why they are acting differently suddenly. Would you have any ideas why?"

Harry looked at Dumbledore's blue eyes. The proffesor seemed to be looking through him. Harry didn't know what to say to this one either. Did Dumbledore know about the weed and just trying to get to who was dealing it? Could her really know?

"I dont' know, sir." Harry looked at Snape who was eyeing him suspiciously.

"Me either." Hermonie added.

"Another question," Dumbledore looked at Harry waiting. "When will the grounds be open. I really want to go check on Hedwig to see if he's ok, and chat with Hagrid."

"I really don't know Harry," Dumbledore leaned back in his chair. "As you heard there is a plant out of control."

"Very out of control," Sprout chirped.

"It looked pretty and innocent when I first planted it. Who knew a beautiful muggle plant would end up like this. Do you know any kind of plant that would get this out of control?"

"We never had a garden of any sort," Hermonie told him.

"The Dursley's would never grow something that would get out of control." Harry was sure he never saw that when he gardened in the Dursley's yard. The first time he every saw that plant in the Dursley's home was on his birthday.

"That will be all. You can leave and go back to your towers. Breakfast is over right now. I'll have some house elves send up some food for you." Dumbledore got up and opened the door for them. "Thank you."

With that, Harry and Hermonie walked towards the tower. They were quiet untill they entered the common room. All his peers were their asking questions on what happened and if they were in trouble too. Hermonie reasured them that no one was in trouble. Harry was in a corner filling in Ron on what happened.

"Draco and some Slytherins were looking for you this morning." Ron stated a little scared. "I think they were looking for you."

"We still need to split up that weed we got last night for Malfoy. We need it down atleast by lunch or afternoon. He wants it before dinner tonight." Harry looked over towards Harmonie and turned back to Ron, "I guess everyone whats to be high for the show."

"Harry!" He heard a familar voice behind him.

"Mr. Potter. Or Should I say Pothead?" Fred popped up in front of Ron and Harry.

"Hey George and Fred," Ron said stalely.

"Do you have a more weed to give? We realy need it for tonight. It's going to be such a blast to be stoned tonight of all nights."

"Yeah. I'll have some for you guys this afternoon. That's when second orders start."