A Little Explanation
Anthony and Caroline walked down to the Great Hall in silence. Anthony was still shocked and a bit frightened about his dream. They reached the hall and sat down at the Hufflepuff table. Anthony grabbed a muffin hungrily and swallowed it whole.
"So," Caroline stated. "About last night…"
"Yeah, what about it?" Anthony answered with a mouthful of eggs.
"Who is Harry Potter? What did he do that was famous?" Caroline asked. Anthony spit out his orange juice, spraying his neighbor.
"YOU DON'T' KNOW WHO HARRY POTTER IS?!" Anthony practically yelled. Caroline flinched as many students turned their heads toward her.
"No." she said quietly.
"How?" Anthony said, awed.
"Well, I'm not really a witch." Caroline explained. "Me mum and dad weren't magical either. I guess, well, I got here on accident."
"Accident?" Anthony retorted. "No one gets here on accident. Your mum and dad might be muggles, but you're not."
"Muggles?"
"Non magic people." Anthony answered impatiently. "Now about my dad. He's not some sports player. He's the boy-who-lived. You see, a long time ago, there was a wizard called Voldemort."
The same boy that was sprayed with orange juice flinched, obviously listening.
"Aw, get used to it." Anthony told the boy fiercely "Anyway, Caroline, you must understand, like muggles, not all people are good. Voldemort -Aw, come off it, lad- wasn't. He was a terrible person, but a powerful person. Voldemort wanted only one thing. To rid the world of halfbloods, people born of a part muggle family. One night, he went to my father's house, killing my grandfather, James, and my grandmother, Lily. But for some odd reason, he failed to kill my dad. My father was hit with a curse, a curse that could kill him. No one survives that curse."
Caroline gasped. Several people were listening to Anthony now, although they knew the story.
"But, how is he living though?" Caroline asked.
"Hold on, let me finish. Now, my dad survived with only a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, leaving Voldemort powerless, half dead. He was forced to live with his dreaded Aunt and Uncle, his only living family. But he left when he turned eleven for Hogwarts. Here, in this very school, he met with Voldemort several times." Students around them shuddered at his name. Caroline even seemed to cringe slightly. "He even met with one of the Dark Lord's followers. I think his name was Sirius Black or something. Anyway, he survived each time. And soon enough Voldemort returned to his full self, ready to start an army. Then came a force that resisted, The Order of the Phoenix. They fought with all their might and soon enough Voldemort was forced back in to hiding, still trying to get an army together. And, that's it." Anthony concluded.
The people around him clapped.
"So Voldemort's still hiding?" Caroline asked.
"Yup." Anthony answered. "Probably too scared of my dad to come out."
A boy with dark brown hair and friendly eyes laughed. "But, Anthony, aren't ya scared of him?"
"Naw." Anthony answered him. "I'm not scared of anybody. Say, what's your name? Have I seen you before?"
Anthony thought hard and remembered seeing him in the Ministry of Magic one day when he was with his godfather, Ron Weasley, at work with the Aurors.
"I dunno. Name's Rhett Lupin."
"Lupin?" Anthony asked excitedly. "You're the son of Lupin aren't you? The one in The Order? People call him Moony for some reason…"
"Yeah." Rhett laughed. "I know why too…"
"Isn't Lupin too old for a son?" Anthony asked.
"Um…" Rhett answered. "This might sound a bit, well, strange, but Lupin…uh… found me."
"Anthony…" Caroline said quietly, ignoring Rhett's last comment. "Aren't you afraid for your dad? Isn't Voldemort after him?"
For once, Anthony looked worried. Everyone awaited his answer.
"Um… not really…he can fend for himself." He responded.
"Well, Voldemort sounds like a bloody coward to me anways." Caroline said, smiling. There were cheers following her statement. But the one boy who was sprayed with orange juice, frowned. "Your dad's a real hero."
"He is." Anthony said quietly.
"Hello my Hufflepuff students." A voice said cheerfully behind them. Anthony turned around to see a slightly chubby man beaming at them.
"Neville!" he exclaimed excitedly. Anthony had often gone to the Ministry of Magic, the new headquarters of The Order of the Phoenix, and had seen Neville Longbottom there.
"Doing alright, Anthony?" Neville asked. "Oh, and inside Hogwarts, it's a rule to call your teacher 'professor.' So I'm Professor Longbottom to you. But outside I can be 'Neville.'" Neville said to Anthony quietly and winked. "So," he boomed. "Here are your schedules. Have a nice first day everyone!" Neville said, passing out schedules to them. "Oh, and Anthony, your dad was wanted a word with you." Anthony's stomach dropped. "I'll take you to his office now."
"Er… Alright." Anthony answered. He got up and waved to Caroline, Rhett, and the rest of the group. "See you guys later." He said, following Neville away from the Great Hall.
Anthony and Caroline walked down to the Great Hall in silence. Anthony was still shocked and a bit frightened about his dream. They reached the hall and sat down at the Hufflepuff table. Anthony grabbed a muffin hungrily and swallowed it whole.
"So," Caroline stated. "About last night…"
"Yeah, what about it?" Anthony answered with a mouthful of eggs.
"Who is Harry Potter? What did he do that was famous?" Caroline asked. Anthony spit out his orange juice, spraying his neighbor.
"YOU DON'T' KNOW WHO HARRY POTTER IS?!" Anthony practically yelled. Caroline flinched as many students turned their heads toward her.
"No." she said quietly.
"How?" Anthony said, awed.
"Well, I'm not really a witch." Caroline explained. "Me mum and dad weren't magical either. I guess, well, I got here on accident."
"Accident?" Anthony retorted. "No one gets here on accident. Your mum and dad might be muggles, but you're not."
"Muggles?"
"Non magic people." Anthony answered impatiently. "Now about my dad. He's not some sports player. He's the boy-who-lived. You see, a long time ago, there was a wizard called Voldemort."
The same boy that was sprayed with orange juice flinched, obviously listening.
"Aw, get used to it." Anthony told the boy fiercely "Anyway, Caroline, you must understand, like muggles, not all people are good. Voldemort -Aw, come off it, lad- wasn't. He was a terrible person, but a powerful person. Voldemort wanted only one thing. To rid the world of halfbloods, people born of a part muggle family. One night, he went to my father's house, killing my grandfather, James, and my grandmother, Lily. But for some odd reason, he failed to kill my dad. My father was hit with a curse, a curse that could kill him. No one survives that curse."
Caroline gasped. Several people were listening to Anthony now, although they knew the story.
"But, how is he living though?" Caroline asked.
"Hold on, let me finish. Now, my dad survived with only a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, leaving Voldemort powerless, half dead. He was forced to live with his dreaded Aunt and Uncle, his only living family. But he left when he turned eleven for Hogwarts. Here, in this very school, he met with Voldemort several times." Students around them shuddered at his name. Caroline even seemed to cringe slightly. "He even met with one of the Dark Lord's followers. I think his name was Sirius Black or something. Anyway, he survived each time. And soon enough Voldemort returned to his full self, ready to start an army. Then came a force that resisted, The Order of the Phoenix. They fought with all their might and soon enough Voldemort was forced back in to hiding, still trying to get an army together. And, that's it." Anthony concluded.
The people around him clapped.
"So Voldemort's still hiding?" Caroline asked.
"Yup." Anthony answered. "Probably too scared of my dad to come out."
A boy with dark brown hair and friendly eyes laughed. "But, Anthony, aren't ya scared of him?"
"Naw." Anthony answered him. "I'm not scared of anybody. Say, what's your name? Have I seen you before?"
Anthony thought hard and remembered seeing him in the Ministry of Magic one day when he was with his godfather, Ron Weasley, at work with the Aurors.
"I dunno. Name's Rhett Lupin."
"Lupin?" Anthony asked excitedly. "You're the son of Lupin aren't you? The one in The Order? People call him Moony for some reason…"
"Yeah." Rhett laughed. "I know why too…"
"Isn't Lupin too old for a son?" Anthony asked.
"Um…" Rhett answered. "This might sound a bit, well, strange, but Lupin…uh… found me."
"Anthony…" Caroline said quietly, ignoring Rhett's last comment. "Aren't you afraid for your dad? Isn't Voldemort after him?"
For once, Anthony looked worried. Everyone awaited his answer.
"Um… not really…he can fend for himself." He responded.
"Well, Voldemort sounds like a bloody coward to me anways." Caroline said, smiling. There were cheers following her statement. But the one boy who was sprayed with orange juice, frowned. "Your dad's a real hero."
"He is." Anthony said quietly.
"Hello my Hufflepuff students." A voice said cheerfully behind them. Anthony turned around to see a slightly chubby man beaming at them.
"Neville!" he exclaimed excitedly. Anthony had often gone to the Ministry of Magic, the new headquarters of The Order of the Phoenix, and had seen Neville Longbottom there.
"Doing alright, Anthony?" Neville asked. "Oh, and inside Hogwarts, it's a rule to call your teacher 'professor.' So I'm Professor Longbottom to you. But outside I can be 'Neville.'" Neville said to Anthony quietly and winked. "So," he boomed. "Here are your schedules. Have a nice first day everyone!" Neville said, passing out schedules to them. "Oh, and Anthony, your dad was wanted a word with you." Anthony's stomach dropped. "I'll take you to his office now."
"Er… Alright." Anthony answered. He got up and waved to Caroline, Rhett, and the rest of the group. "See you guys later." He said, following Neville away from the Great Hall.