"What was Malfoy thinking, when he offered you a seat? You'd never join
Malfoy, would you Harry?"
Harry was thinking how he had seriously considered to go to Malfoy's and said: "Eh...Ron.of course not, he, he. (coughs awkwardly) I wouldn't even think about it."
"Hey, we're finally here, come on you two!" interrupted Hermione.
They step out of the train and meet...
Harry, Ron and Hermione all sat at the Griffindor table, to watch the sorting.
"Oh, Harry I forgot to tell you. Dumbledore knew all the time that you were at my house, my dad just talked to him yesterday." said Ron
"But why didn't he send anybody too come and get me?" Harry said, puzzled.
"Ohh, he probably thinks that you know what you're doing, he always let's you get away with things you know. And nothing happened anyway, did there?"
"No, but maybe we were just lucky." said Hermione "and."
Hermione, went silent, as Malfoy was walking towards them.
"What do you want Malfoy? To sit with us, feel alone or something?" Ron said teasing.
"Oh, shut up Weasel. I only wanted to tell that I was only going to make fun of you Harry, if you had come and sat with us."
"Grow up Draco, you're probably just getting sick of having such stupid friends, as Grabbe and Goyel, just admit it." Said Harry
Malfoy walked away, looking grumpy.
"Maybe he is just lonely. Should we be so bad to him?" Hermione said, as she looked at Malfoy walk away.
Ron: "Are you joking? He's been mean to us, ever since we first met him!"
"Yeah, Hermione, are you sure you're feeling right?"
When the feast was over, they walked to the Gryffindor tower, Harry could see that Hermione was feeling a bit guilty.
But the day after, she was all her self again. And looking forward to
start new subjects.
"Who do you think that will teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts this year?"
"Maybe we will have a Vampire!" Ron said hopefully.
"Ohh, no! Look at the new teacher!" shouted Harry.
"No it can't be him..." said Ron
"Could it really be..."
"OH MY GOSH!" shouted Hermione, "It's.......... SNAPE!"
"I can't believe it's him!" said Ron. "How did he get the job??"
"Well," Harry stated, "if Snape is the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, who teaches potions?"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at Snape. Snape turned towards them suddenly with a grin on his face.
"I've never seen him looking so happy!" said Harry.
*AHEM* A voice came from behind them. "Excuse me, but other people have to get to class. Are you just going to stand outside the door all day or---" Parvati, the girl who was speaking, paused as she saw the teacher. She stopped frozen in her steps. Hermione giggled as the trio walked into their class.
"Why. Harry Potter. If it isn't the world's most famous wizard! Nice to see you again. Don't you just love what I've done to the place?"
Harry, Hermione, and Ron looked around the room. The windows were closed, there were nasty creatures in cages all around, and all the desks were positioned in a circle around Snape's desk. Harry remarked:
"It looks."
"Different!" finished Ron.
"Uhm.. Nice decorating!" said Hermione.
"Thank you very much," said Snape. "Now go find your seats."
The three of them sat down in their seats, toward the back of the room.
"Snape's actually being. nice!" said Hermione.
"Yeah, can you believe it?" said Ron and Harry at the same time. Ron and Harry exchanged grins. Then, something happened that they couldn't believe...
As everyone fills into the room, some(the Slytherins) looking happy, the others, looked horrified, Snape says:
"I'm sure you've all been wondering who is the new potions professor? So I will have the delight of telling you all...it is a witch named Professor Figg."
Harry remembered the Figg next to the Dursleys and thought: Nooo, it can't be!
But as the first class finished and the next began, Harry saw THE Mrs. Figg walking through the hall...
Harry couldn't believe his eyes.
"Mrs. Figg??"
She turned around: "Why, hello, Harry. How nice to see you."
Harry had a stunned look on his face.
"Oh, I know, I know. What a surprise! Mrs. Figg a witch! Never thought I would show up here, did you?"
Harry continued to look shocked:
"Er... You knew?"
"Knew what, dearest?"
Harry coughed. "That I was a wizard! Before I found out!"
"Well of course I knew, sweetums. I was only doing the best for you... Those nice Dursleys of yours told me not to say a word."
Harry couldn't believe it. "But-but--" Mrs. Figg hushed him.
"Run along now, Harry. Get to class."
***
"Now add a pinch of rattlesnake blood to your potion and...".
The Gryffindors were having, for the first time, their potion's lesson with the Hufflepuffs.
"But... Mrs. Figg... I think I did a mistake--" said fearfully a blonde- haired girl in front of Harry.
"--No! You did the good thing! Urgh... don't be... SCARED! You're pairing with me!" replied Hermione, who was being Hannah's partner, the blonde girl. Hannah was quite panicky in her seat. She had never been bossed around like that with another.
Hermione had been quite bossy lately. Harry had noticed that, but every time Harry had asked Ron if he knew why Hermione was so bossy lately, he would say:
"Oh! Come on! Don't be like that! Hermione's fine! She told me!"
But Harry could feel Ron was feeling a bit down after that.
Harry was feeling happy in a sort of weird way. He had been a bit left out since the start of year by his two best friends, Ron and Hermione. And now that Hermione and Ron were feeling less happy and were a bit more preoccupied by Harry, Harry felt a bit closer to them. But he was still awkward with their maybe -couple fight-.
Hermione had turned out to be bossier than ever and Ron had turned to be out of good jokes, which was very hard to believe for Harry.
"Hey! Friend!" cried a bit reluctantly Malfoy over heads to Harry who
was walking out of Potion's class beside Ron.
He came a bit closer to both of them, and this time there was no Crabbe or Goyle standing along him. He was there, trying to pass through a bunch of people travelling across the corridor, shouting:
"Harry! Wait up!".
Ron caught his sense, a sense he had lost a week ago, his humor, and whispered to Harry:
"What's he got? Has he got a Choco frog stuck up in his pants? Oh!!! Must have waken him up! And now he's asking you for help... urgh..."
Harry sniggered and Malfoy looked at him, mad. Harry didn't understand. Hadn't Malfoy called him his friend a second ago? And now Malfoy was mad? Really... life was hard to understand this days! Then Malfoy's expression changed radically. He had a huge smile posted right at the bottom of his figure.
"I was wondering if you'd like to, errr... you know, hang out after classes today. Would you?" Ron snapped at him:
"Yeah! What DO you want MALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL-foy?! Never seen you look at me with that sort of pity-looking face. I thought I never would. So you want to become friends? What have they all got today, those people? Hermione's bossy as ever, you're as friendlyish as ever... which is VEEEEEEEERY weird... and Harry's jea--" and then Ron stopped abruptly his reply.
He looked at Harry and shot: "Never mind that" and then he walked on, leaving Harry and Malfoy behind.
"Lucius Malfoy!!" a dark voice ordered. "Malfoy!!!! What is it with you and your family? Yes, your boy can start fights between Harry's friend, Ron and himself, but no... he can't become friends with anyone!".
The Dark Lord lay seated in a big chair facing a fireplace, back to Malfoy's father, Lucius.
"But sir, maybe this can help you in a parallel way!" he tentatively asked.
"Yes... maybe I can figure out a way so that little Harry Potter will come to me because of his friendship towards his fellow friend Ron! Oh!! How genius of me! And because Potter is having a fight, and because he has so a nice heart (Voldemort thinks at this), he will feel bad. And we all know that little sad hearts are very easy to get!".
The master thought in his chair silently...
***
Harry, Ron and Hermione wonder about Snape and Figg.
"Seem a little friendly don't they?" said Ron as they walked down the hall and up the golden ladder to the very familiar smell of professor Trellawny's room.
Harry hated this subject even more than old potions. She always predicted Harry's death, which became very annoying.
"Come, come, my children and sit." she said in her low misty voice.
"Wonder what to expect this year!" said Ron "Maybe you'll die again!" he said as Dean Thomas, a fellow Griffindor turned around and gave Ron a high five and laughed.
"Welcome to a new year..." she started but Harry got a sleepy feeling from heat and strong smell of perfume.
Harry saw a dark long twisty road leading up to the small building at the top. No lights were on as Harry saw himself walk up the hill. He heard voices:
"Only you Lucius, would keep your promise " said a dark cold voice that made Harry shiver.
" You helped me get my strength back and brought me here today .... to start a new ... --Harry Potter will be mine..."
"Yes my lord, our plan will be successful! I promise that." said the voice who belonged to no other but Lucius Malfoy .
Harry couldn't see the face of who must be lord Voldermort but as the rusted chair moved and Voldemort stood up, he turned around and Harry saw him....
"AHHH!" Harry woke up! His scar was burning! The hole class looking at him. He felt a cold sweat drip down his face.
"My dear!" said professor Trellawney quietly
"Did you have a vision of any sort? A prediction? Oh my!" she said.
"Harry! Are you ok?" said Ron.
"Fine!" he said sitting up. Harry thought about the dream and sat the rest of the class not even thinking about what Trellawney was saying. Voldermort was back... this couldn't be happening ......
Harry was thinking how he had seriously considered to go to Malfoy's and said: "Eh...Ron.of course not, he, he. (coughs awkwardly) I wouldn't even think about it."
"Hey, we're finally here, come on you two!" interrupted Hermione.
They step out of the train and meet...
Harry, Ron and Hermione all sat at the Griffindor table, to watch the sorting.
"Oh, Harry I forgot to tell you. Dumbledore knew all the time that you were at my house, my dad just talked to him yesterday." said Ron
"But why didn't he send anybody too come and get me?" Harry said, puzzled.
"Ohh, he probably thinks that you know what you're doing, he always let's you get away with things you know. And nothing happened anyway, did there?"
"No, but maybe we were just lucky." said Hermione "and."
Hermione, went silent, as Malfoy was walking towards them.
"What do you want Malfoy? To sit with us, feel alone or something?" Ron said teasing.
"Oh, shut up Weasel. I only wanted to tell that I was only going to make fun of you Harry, if you had come and sat with us."
"Grow up Draco, you're probably just getting sick of having such stupid friends, as Grabbe and Goyel, just admit it." Said Harry
Malfoy walked away, looking grumpy.
"Maybe he is just lonely. Should we be so bad to him?" Hermione said, as she looked at Malfoy walk away.
Ron: "Are you joking? He's been mean to us, ever since we first met him!"
"Yeah, Hermione, are you sure you're feeling right?"
When the feast was over, they walked to the Gryffindor tower, Harry could see that Hermione was feeling a bit guilty.
But the day after, she was all her self again. And looking forward to
start new subjects.
"Who do you think that will teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts this year?"
"Maybe we will have a Vampire!" Ron said hopefully.
"Ohh, no! Look at the new teacher!" shouted Harry.
"No it can't be him..." said Ron
"Could it really be..."
"OH MY GOSH!" shouted Hermione, "It's.......... SNAPE!"
"I can't believe it's him!" said Ron. "How did he get the job??"
"Well," Harry stated, "if Snape is the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, who teaches potions?"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at Snape. Snape turned towards them suddenly with a grin on his face.
"I've never seen him looking so happy!" said Harry.
*AHEM* A voice came from behind them. "Excuse me, but other people have to get to class. Are you just going to stand outside the door all day or---" Parvati, the girl who was speaking, paused as she saw the teacher. She stopped frozen in her steps. Hermione giggled as the trio walked into their class.
"Why. Harry Potter. If it isn't the world's most famous wizard! Nice to see you again. Don't you just love what I've done to the place?"
Harry, Hermione, and Ron looked around the room. The windows were closed, there were nasty creatures in cages all around, and all the desks were positioned in a circle around Snape's desk. Harry remarked:
"It looks."
"Different!" finished Ron.
"Uhm.. Nice decorating!" said Hermione.
"Thank you very much," said Snape. "Now go find your seats."
The three of them sat down in their seats, toward the back of the room.
"Snape's actually being. nice!" said Hermione.
"Yeah, can you believe it?" said Ron and Harry at the same time. Ron and Harry exchanged grins. Then, something happened that they couldn't believe...
As everyone fills into the room, some(the Slytherins) looking happy, the others, looked horrified, Snape says:
"I'm sure you've all been wondering who is the new potions professor? So I will have the delight of telling you all...it is a witch named Professor Figg."
Harry remembered the Figg next to the Dursleys and thought: Nooo, it can't be!
But as the first class finished and the next began, Harry saw THE Mrs. Figg walking through the hall...
Harry couldn't believe his eyes.
"Mrs. Figg??"
She turned around: "Why, hello, Harry. How nice to see you."
Harry had a stunned look on his face.
"Oh, I know, I know. What a surprise! Mrs. Figg a witch! Never thought I would show up here, did you?"
Harry continued to look shocked:
"Er... You knew?"
"Knew what, dearest?"
Harry coughed. "That I was a wizard! Before I found out!"
"Well of course I knew, sweetums. I was only doing the best for you... Those nice Dursleys of yours told me not to say a word."
Harry couldn't believe it. "But-but--" Mrs. Figg hushed him.
"Run along now, Harry. Get to class."
***
"Now add a pinch of rattlesnake blood to your potion and...".
The Gryffindors were having, for the first time, their potion's lesson with the Hufflepuffs.
"But... Mrs. Figg... I think I did a mistake--" said fearfully a blonde- haired girl in front of Harry.
"--No! You did the good thing! Urgh... don't be... SCARED! You're pairing with me!" replied Hermione, who was being Hannah's partner, the blonde girl. Hannah was quite panicky in her seat. She had never been bossed around like that with another.
Hermione had been quite bossy lately. Harry had noticed that, but every time Harry had asked Ron if he knew why Hermione was so bossy lately, he would say:
"Oh! Come on! Don't be like that! Hermione's fine! She told me!"
But Harry could feel Ron was feeling a bit down after that.
Harry was feeling happy in a sort of weird way. He had been a bit left out since the start of year by his two best friends, Ron and Hermione. And now that Hermione and Ron were feeling less happy and were a bit more preoccupied by Harry, Harry felt a bit closer to them. But he was still awkward with their maybe -couple fight-.
Hermione had turned out to be bossier than ever and Ron had turned to be out of good jokes, which was very hard to believe for Harry.
"Hey! Friend!" cried a bit reluctantly Malfoy over heads to Harry who
was walking out of Potion's class beside Ron.
He came a bit closer to both of them, and this time there was no Crabbe or Goyle standing along him. He was there, trying to pass through a bunch of people travelling across the corridor, shouting:
"Harry! Wait up!".
Ron caught his sense, a sense he had lost a week ago, his humor, and whispered to Harry:
"What's he got? Has he got a Choco frog stuck up in his pants? Oh!!! Must have waken him up! And now he's asking you for help... urgh..."
Harry sniggered and Malfoy looked at him, mad. Harry didn't understand. Hadn't Malfoy called him his friend a second ago? And now Malfoy was mad? Really... life was hard to understand this days! Then Malfoy's expression changed radically. He had a huge smile posted right at the bottom of his figure.
"I was wondering if you'd like to, errr... you know, hang out after classes today. Would you?" Ron snapped at him:
"Yeah! What DO you want MALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL-foy?! Never seen you look at me with that sort of pity-looking face. I thought I never would. So you want to become friends? What have they all got today, those people? Hermione's bossy as ever, you're as friendlyish as ever... which is VEEEEEEEERY weird... and Harry's jea--" and then Ron stopped abruptly his reply.
He looked at Harry and shot: "Never mind that" and then he walked on, leaving Harry and Malfoy behind.
"Lucius Malfoy!!" a dark voice ordered. "Malfoy!!!! What is it with you and your family? Yes, your boy can start fights between Harry's friend, Ron and himself, but no... he can't become friends with anyone!".
The Dark Lord lay seated in a big chair facing a fireplace, back to Malfoy's father, Lucius.
"But sir, maybe this can help you in a parallel way!" he tentatively asked.
"Yes... maybe I can figure out a way so that little Harry Potter will come to me because of his friendship towards his fellow friend Ron! Oh!! How genius of me! And because Potter is having a fight, and because he has so a nice heart (Voldemort thinks at this), he will feel bad. And we all know that little sad hearts are very easy to get!".
The master thought in his chair silently...
***
Harry, Ron and Hermione wonder about Snape and Figg.
"Seem a little friendly don't they?" said Ron as they walked down the hall and up the golden ladder to the very familiar smell of professor Trellawny's room.
Harry hated this subject even more than old potions. She always predicted Harry's death, which became very annoying.
"Come, come, my children and sit." she said in her low misty voice.
"Wonder what to expect this year!" said Ron "Maybe you'll die again!" he said as Dean Thomas, a fellow Griffindor turned around and gave Ron a high five and laughed.
"Welcome to a new year..." she started but Harry got a sleepy feeling from heat and strong smell of perfume.
Harry saw a dark long twisty road leading up to the small building at the top. No lights were on as Harry saw himself walk up the hill. He heard voices:
"Only you Lucius, would keep your promise " said a dark cold voice that made Harry shiver.
" You helped me get my strength back and brought me here today .... to start a new ... --Harry Potter will be mine..."
"Yes my lord, our plan will be successful! I promise that." said the voice who belonged to no other but Lucius Malfoy .
Harry couldn't see the face of who must be lord Voldermort but as the rusted chair moved and Voldemort stood up, he turned around and Harry saw him....
"AHHH!" Harry woke up! His scar was burning! The hole class looking at him. He felt a cold sweat drip down his face.
"My dear!" said professor Trellawney quietly
"Did you have a vision of any sort? A prediction? Oh my!" she said.
"Harry! Are you ok?" said Ron.
"Fine!" he said sitting up. Harry thought about the dream and sat the rest of the class not even thinking about what Trellawney was saying. Voldermort was back... this couldn't be happening ......
