- Chapter 7 - Trials and Errors

Harry woke, once again, with his scar tingling. He had once again had the same horrible dream but his scar had still not bled. 'Maybe Hagrid's right' Harry thought to himself. 'Maybe it's not a premonition.' This lifted Harry's spirits. He got washed and changed and woke up Ron. 'You coming down for breakfast?' asjed Harry. 'Err..Yeah..sure. Give me a few minutes,' replied Ron, stretching in his bed. When Ron had finally washed and dressed they went down to the great hall. 'You alright Ginny?' asked Harry cheerfully as he poured himself a bowl of cereal. 'Yeah not bad Harry, you?' replied Ginny smiling. 'Yeah I'm okay. I'm actually quite excited right now though,' said Harry. 'Why. What's there to be excited about?' asked Ginny. 'I've got my first defence against the dark arts lesson today with Dumbledore,' he replied. 'Oh we had him yesterday. I wouldn't say he's any different to any other dark arts teacher,' explained Ginny. This didn't seem to bother Harry at all. He was still as excited as ever as he was queuing up outside the D.A.D.A classroom. There was alot of fast excited murmuring going on between all students as they waited for Dumbledore to arrive. Everyone had turnt up ten minutes early just so they could get the best seats. Finally Dumbledore showed up holding a cage with a cover over the top of it. This reminded Harry of the time Professor Lockhart brought along Cornish Pixies to their lesson back in their second year. 'Ah, I see you are all early. If you could just let me through I'll open up the door and the lesson can get started,' said Dumbledore, beaming a smile at everyone. Dumbledore fumbled about in his pockets and produced a set of keys. There must of been about a hundred keys on that one keyring alone. It took Dumbledore a minute to find the right key and he slowly placed it in the lock. With one quick flick of the hand the door burst open.

Everyone thought their way into the classroom, for the first time in their lives trying to get the seats at the front of the class. But when they got in there were no tables. Just a big circular bench with a table placed in the middle of the circle. 'The quicker you sit down the quicker we get started,' stated Dumbledore. Everyone did as they were told and sat down on the bench. Dumbledore stepped into the middle of the circle and placed the cage onto the table. 'Right. Now that we're all ready,' said Dumbledore smiling 'Take out your wands and place them on the floor in front of you.' Harry quickly reached into his bag and took out his wand. He gave it a quick clean with the sleeve of his robes and placed it on the floor. 'Yes. Good, good,' said Dumbledore when everyone had done it. 'Today you will be learning the 'Freezentariuos Curse'. Can anyone explain to me what the freezentariuos curse does?' asked Dumbledore, looking from face to face. Hermione's hand shot straight up. 'Yes Miss Granger.' 'The Freezentarious Curse will turn your attacker to Ice. The only none counter curse is the 'Ferriaro Curse' which will defrost anyone who has been frozen,' said Hermione smiling. 'Correct Miss Granger. Ten points to Gryffindor. As Miss Granger has just correctly told us the Freezentarious Curse will turn anything or anyone to ice when used. Today you will all be taking it in turns to freeze our little guest under this sheet,' explained Dumbledore tapping the cage with his wand. 'Erm, whats under their sir?' asked Neville with fear in his voice. 'Do not be afraid Mr Longbottom. Alas..' Dumbledore whipped the sheet off from on top of the cage. 'A grindylow!' exclaimed Seamus. Everyone laughed at the volume of Seamus' excitement. 'Yes, I see you have had experiances with Grindylows before Mr Finnigan!' laughed Dumbledore. 'Yeah,' said Seamus going very red with embaressment. 'Professor Lupin showed us them in our third year.'

'Well before you all go firing spells at this poor Grindylow you should all take down some notes on what you have just been told.' advised Dumbledore. 'You will indeed be asked questions on the Freezentarious Curse in your final exam.' Everyone reached into their bags and pulled out their quills and some parchment and started making quick notes on the Curse. 'Right, are you all done?' asked Dumbledore when Neville was the last person to put down his quill. 'Good. Lets get started. Who's going to go first then?' asked Dumbledore. Ron, feeling braver than he really was jumped up of the bench and stepped forward. 'Ah, Mr Weasley. Well volunteered. Right, now when I let the Grindylow out of the cage I want you to point your wand at it and say 'Freezentary'. Have you got that?' said Dumbledore looking carefully at Ron. 'Freezentary,' repeated Ron. 'Yeah. I think so sir,' 'Good. Get ready then. Three....Two....One.' On one Dumbledore opened the door of the cage and the Grindylow burst out, running wildly round the room. It now looked alot harder to do than it first seemed Harry thought to himself. Ron chased it into a corner and pointed his wand at it's back. 'FREEZENTARY' shouted Ron. The Grindylow immediatly turned to ice. The whole class applauded as Ron successfully completed the curse on his first attempt. 'Oh well done Mr Weasley. Fantastic job,' yelled Dumbledore clapping Ron sat back down on the bench, very pleased with himself. Dumbledore went over to the Grindylow and muttered the counter curse. He picked it up and placed it safely back in the cage. 'Now it's up to the rest of you to do as good a job as Mr Weasly here,' said Dumbledore looking at Ron. his eye's twinkling wildly. 'We will go in alphabetical order for the rest of the lesson,' explained Dumbledore. By the time it got to Harry's turn the Grindylow had given up sprinting around the room. It just ran straight to the corner and and hid its face in its hand cowaring. Thankfully Dumbledore didn't set them any homework for doing exceptionally well in the lesson. 'What a lesson!' exclaimed Ron. 'We've never had a lesson like that before!' Harry had to admit that was the best lesson he had ever had. He just hoped that charms was half as good as they approached Professor Flitwicks classroom.

'This year I must tell you that you will not be learning anything new. We will be going over every thing we have covered in the last six years,' explained the small goblin figure that was Professor Flitwick. Everyone seemed resonably happy that no new spells were to be learned. As fun as it was learning new charms it was going to make the year a hell of alot easier Ron told Harry.

When they had finally finished doing levitation and summoning charms it was time to pack up all their equipment. 'Don't forget to hand in your homework for next lesson,' shouted Professor Flitwick as they all bundled out the door for lunch. 'Talking of Homework, that reminds me,' said Harry as they entered the Great Hall. 'We've got transfiguration next. We can show McGonagall our quills.' 'That's not due until next week though,' said Hermione. 'So. We might as well get it out the way,' explained Ron. 'It's one less thing to worry about then.'

By the time transfiguration had finished they were all quite tired. 'Did you see how many attempts it took me to transfigure my mouse into a goblet?' asked Ron. 'Well it was only a few more attempts then me,' laughed Harry placing his books back into his bag. When everyone had left the room they went up McGonagall to hand in their homework. 'What's this?' asked Professor McGonagall curiosly as they all handed her their quills. 'It's the homework you set us yesterday.' explained Hermione. 'If you look closely on the feathers you will see the small diagram of a dagger, like you asked us.' 'Oh yes!' said McGonagall, very surprised. 'Very well done. I didn't expect anyone to have done it yet. Five points each to Gryffindor for keeping haed of schedule. If you stay like this you should all expect very good NEWT results at the end of the year.' 'Thanks Professor,' said all three in Unison.

'I think we should do our Charms homework as soon as we get back to the common room,' suggested Ron as they made their way of McGonagalls classroom. Harry and Hermione both looked at Ron in shock, not believing what he had just said. 'What?' asked Ron looking at the amazement on their faces.

The next week and a half flew past. If they were'nt in lessons they were doing homework. I they were'nt doing homework they were revising and if they were'nt revising they were practicing quidditch. Harry found his dreams were getting alot less pianful and it was making it much easier to get a good nights rest.

'Well good luck today in your trials for the team,' said Harry to Hermione as they sat down for breakfast. 'Cheers Harry,' said Hermione smiling. 'What time are they being held anyway?' 'Ten until eleven.' Harry replied tucking into a slice of toast. 'Then the slytherins are on after us so we could stay and check out their team. See what we're up against this year.' 'Are you nervousch,' asked Ron with a mouthful of cerial. 'No not really to be honest. I mean, I'm not going to be too downhearted if I don't get in it just means that I have more time to catch up on other things. Like Spew.' replied Hermione. 'Who decides who gets in the team anyway? 'Me, Ron, Ginny and McGonagall decide. Just put in your best effort and your bound to be picked,' explained Harry. 'Well I'll try,' said Hermione laughing. They all finished their breakfast and went back up their common room. 'I think this is the first ever saturday that I haven't had any homework to catch up on,' stated Ron. Harry and Hermione laughed. Harry also had to admit it did feel good to not have all his homework weighing him down. Harry, Hermione and Ron grabbed their brooms and headed down to the quidditch pitch. 'It's the perfect day for quidditch as well!' said Ron as they stepped out onto the school grounds. 'Very warm, not too windy and hardly any clouds.' 'Cheers weatherman Weasley!' said Hermione laughing. They trudged out onto the pitch and saw Professor McGonagall and Ginny sitting high up in the stands, waving excitedly as they arrived.

In the sky Harry could see a few fourth years flying about, a couple of fith years and...Neville!!! 'Whats Neville doing?' asked Ron, dumbstruck. 'I..I.think he's trying out for the team,' replied Harry in a deep state of shock. 'Neville. But he can't fly. Can he?' said Ron. 'We'll find out won't we!' said Harry. Hermione kicked off from the ground and mixed with the other hopefuls up in the sky. 'We better go sit up with McGonagall and Ginny,' explained Harry. They jogged across the pitch and climbed the tower in which McGonagall and Ginny sat. 'Not many people are trying out this year.' pointed out Professor McGonagall. 'There was double the amount of people last year.' 'Well there were more positions available last year Professor. There's only one this year.' explained Ron.

When the trials actually started all the hopefuls were put through different drills. Speed, skill, agility, accuracy and teamwork. They were to be marked out of ten for each section of the trial. All the judges were given three people to evaluate. Harry had been given Neville, Hermione and a fifth year called Christopher Kevnan. Harry looked down at his evaluation parchment. Next to each name was a small box in which to write down the scores for each segment of the trial. 'Lets see. Neville. Speed - 7, Skill - 6, Agility - 7, Accuracy - 5, TeamWork - 9,' Harry said to himself filling in the scores. He then put the total of thirty four into the final box. 'Hermione. Speed - 10, Skill - 8, Agility -9, Accuracy - 8, TeamWork - 9. Not bad. Not bad at all!' said Harry filling in Hermione's scores. He then put Hermione's final score of forty four into the total box. 'And lastly, Mr Kevnan. Oh dear. Speed - 5, Skill - 4, Agility - 2, Accuracy - 4 and Teamwork - 6 giving a total of..let me see.. twenty one.' Harry handed in his forms to Professor McGonagall when he had finished. When everyone else had finally finished evaluating their hopefuls, Professor McGonagall blew her whistle and everyone in the sky flew to the ground and dis-mounted their brooms. 'You have all performed very well today,' said McGonagall when all the judges had descended to the pitch. 'Unfortunatly only one of you can make it into the house team.' Harry saw Neville standing there with his fingers crossed, preying to himself. Harry felt very bad and guilty because he was the one who had judged Neville and he knew that he hadn't made the team. 'The new Gryfinndor chaser for this year will be..' continued Professor McGonagall. 'Hermione Granger.'

'I still can't believe I made the team!' exclaimed Hermione, smiling, as they made their way back up to the common room to drop off their brooms. 'I thought that tall, black haired fifth year was better than me. Who was judging me anyway?' 'I was,' said Harry. 'And I got Neville as well. Did you see the look on his face when he found out he hadn't won. I felt so bad.' Harry remained in silence for the rest of the walk back to the common room. 'Quaffle,' said Hermione as they reached the Portrait of the Fat lady. 'I thought it was Midnight Phoenix?' asked Ron confused. 'Well it was, until some first year let slip what the password was to a Slytherin. McGonagall got it changed immediatly.' explained Hermione. They stepped into the room and saw a small group of people gathered around a small poster stuck to the wall, talking excitedly. Harry and Ron jogged over to see what was so interesting whilst Hermione deposited her broom back in her Dormitary. 'Harry have you seen this?' asked Seamus excitedly as they approached the group. 'No why, what is it?' questioned Harry trying to look over the heads of the other students.

QUIDDITCH SEASON - FIRST ROUND MATCHES

NEXT SATURDAY - Slytherin Vs Hufflepuff NEXT SUNDAY - Gryffindor Vs Ravenclaw

'Ravenclaw. That's not too bad,' said Harry. 'They won't be the same now that Cho's gone.' 'Even if she was still here it would still be a walkover, I mean look at our team,' replied Ron laughing. They sat down at the table and waited for Hermione to return. 'So what should we do today? We've done all our Homework, It's a beautiful day. There's no point wasting it inside.' said Ron. 'We could go visit Hagrid I suppose,' suggested Harry. 'Or we could take a stroll into Hogsmeade, whatever you want.' replied Harry. A huge smile broke out on Ron's face. 'I forgot we get to go into Hogsmeade! Let's go there! We could go to Honeydukes, stock up on sweets, then go to the Three broomsticks for a couple of Butterbeers. What do ya say Harry?' asked Ron excitedly, preying for Harry to say yes. 'Yeah, why not. Should be agood day out.' replied Harry. Out the corner of his eye Harry saw Stephanie Lawson walking excitedly over to their table. 'You alright Lawson?' asked Harry smiling. 'You look nice today.' 'Cheers Harry. You don't look too bad yourself,' replied Stephanie returning the smile. 'So, have you seen the poster. Ravenclaw first game! What do you think? Easy? Hard?' Before Harry could answer Ron cut in. 'Well it's bound to be easy isn't it? After all we do have the best team in the school. Well now that Hermione got in anyway.' 'Really!! She got in? That's great news! Talking of Hermione here she comes,' Stephanie pointed out. They looked round and saw Hermione walking down the stairs in a short pink skirt, a tight yellow top and her hair tied back behind her head. 'Blimey!' said Ron with his mouth wide open.

'What?' asked Hermione smiling, as she saw the look on Ron's face. 'Erm...er..N..nothing,' stammered Ron as he finally got his voice back. 'I heard about you making the Gryffindor team Hermione,' said Stephanie. 'Congratulations. You'll be working along side me. Im a chaser as well. If your half as good as these guys tell me, we're bound to win the cup again this year.' 'Cheers,' beamed Hermione. 'When's the first game of the season anyway?' 'Next sunday. Against Ravenclaw. It say's there up on the wall,' said Ron pointing over to the sign on the wall. 'Next sunday?,' said Hermione with a slight tone of panic in her voice. 'But we haven't even practiced as a team yet.' This suddenly struck Harry as well. He was the team captain and he was supposed to be the one who arranged all the training sessions. 'Erm, well we'll have to train tomorrow night and maybe again sometime in the week,' said Harry. 'But we can't tomorrow night, you've got occlumency, remeber?' stated Ron. 'Oh yeah,' replied Harry, lightly thumping the table. 'Well we could always train tomorrow during the day, that's if eveyone's available,' suggested Harry. 'I'll find out for you and tell you tonight,' said Stephanie. 'Cheers Lawson. See you later,' shouted Harry as she trudged off to find the other team mates. 'Well what are we doing today then?' asked Hermione, taking a seat next to Ron. 'Well we thought we could have a wonder into Hogsmeade. Well thats if you want to as well?' asked Ron. 'Yeah good idea. It beats lounging around in here all day!' said Hermione. 'Well do we have to get a teachers permission first or can we just walk out?' asked Harry. 'Well I should think that we need permission before leaving the school premises,' explained Hermione. 'After all we don't want to break any rules and put our positions of Head Boy and Girl in danger,'

Five minutes later they were walking down the halls to Professor McGonagalls classroom. 'Oh I do hope we're allowed to go,' said Hermione desperately. 'Why shouldn't we be allowed. It says that seventh years are to allowed visit Hogsmeade at weekends,' replied Ron. 'Well don't you remember about the reports of Death Eaters being spotted. I don't think we'd be allowed to go anywhere that puts Harry's life in jeopardy,' explained Hermione. 'Well we'll find out now won't we,' said Harry, his anger rising a litlle as he knocked on McGonagalls cold wooden door.

'Come in,' came the old soft voice of Professor McGonagall. All three stepped quickly into the room and stood before their head of house. 'Yes?' asked McGonagall, looking up, puzzled. 'We were just wondering if we could could maybe...since the weathers nice..... go into Hogsmeade for the day?' asked Hermione. 'Why certainly. You're the second group of students to have asked me today,' said McGonagall, opening her desk drawer and taking out three permission slips. Huge smiles appeared on all of their faces. 'There you go,' said McGonagall handing them each their permission slips. 'Place them in the small wooden box by the entrance doors when you leave. But I must ask for you two to be back by four o'clock to patrol the school corridors for an hour,' she said pointing to Ron and Hermione. 'Okay, Thanks Professor,' said Ron placing his permission slip safely in his pocket. 'And don't be late,' called McGonagall as they closed the door behind them.

'I knew we'd be allowed,' said Ron smiling. 'I mean no ones going to try attack Harry already. It normally takes a while for people to plan these things.' Harry saw the funny side of Ron's statement and laughed. 'I was only joking Hermione,' said Ron looking at the seriousness on Hermione's face. 'What? Oh yeah....I know,' replied Hermione. 'What's wrong?' asked Harry. 'Oh nothing, it doesn't matter,' replied Hermione, forcing a smile on her face. 'Alright then. If your sure.' said Harry reasuringly.

They deposited their permission slips into the small wooden box and headed towards Hogsmeade village.

'Where do you want to go first?' asked Harry as they took their first steps into the village. 'Honeydukes!' said Ron immediatley. 'Honeydukes it is then,' said Hermione. For a saturday the village was surprisingly quiet. There were only about fifteen other people walking the streets. 'I wonder where everyone is,' said Hermione looking around. 'Maybe they are all in the shops,' suggested Harry but he very much doubted it. 'Yeah maybe,' said Ron, pushing open the door to Honeydukes. Harry couldn't believe how empty Honeydukes was. Normally it was buzzing with hundreds of people at time, squeezing their way around the shop, now there were ony three other people browsing the shelves. 'Well this is a turn up for the books,' said Harry. 'Well makes it easier to shop,' said Ron putting a positive on the situation. They spent twenty minutes loading their baskets with differnet sweets and drinks and went up tothe counter to pay for them. 'That's two galleons and four sickles please,' said the short shaggy man behind the counter. Harry reached into his pockets and handed the man three galleons. 'If you don't mind me asking, where is everyone today?' asked Harry as he waited for his change. 'Today? It's been like it for over a week now. Ever since those darn Death Eaters were seen everyone's been too scared to leave their houses. Especially now that 'You Know Who' is back to full power.' This was not the answer Harry wanted but it was the one he had suspected. Harry got his change and walked silently out of the door and waited for Ron and Hermione outside. 'Where too next? 'asked Ron happily as he followed Harry out the door a minute later. 'Well I was thinking the Three Broomsticks for a good drink?' replied Harry. 'Good thinking Harry. The heat is really draining the energy out of me,' said Ron wiping his forehead. When Hermione finally exited Honeydukes they walked in the shade, produced by the other shops, to the Three Broomsticks. 'Three Butterbeers please,' said Ron as they approached the bar. 'You two go sit down at that table in the corner. I'll bring the drinks over.' Harry and Hermione obeyed Ron's orders and trudged over to the small round table in the far corner of the room. 'Well at least this place is a little busier,' said Hermione. 'I count at least fifteen people.' 'Yeah I know what you mean. Cheers Ron,' said Harry as he took his glass of butterbeer of the tray Ron was holding.

'That's better,' said Ron as he took a huge swig of his drink. 'If it stays like this we'll be in and out of all the shops by one o'clock,' stated Harry as he too took a sip of his Butterbeer. 'Normally it takes about half an hour in each shop but toda-.' Harry was cut off by someone shouting 'Oi' at the top of their voice. He quickly looked around to see who had caused the commotion. It was a tall, tanned man, with a red face and a very bushy moustache. He was standing up, pointing in their direction with a very angry look on his face. 'POTTER! HOW DARE YOU SHOW YOUR FACE IN HOGSMEADE. DO YOU THINK YOU'RE FUNNY OR SOMETHING. DO YOU THINK IT'S ALL A BIG JOKE PUTTING PEOPLES LIVES AT RISK.' said the man charging towards their table. 'Erm, no...I only..came here...because....,' Harry stammered, fear showing in his voice. 'HAVEN'T YOU SEEN WHAT YOUR PRESENCE HAS DONE TO THIS VILLAGE. IT'S LIKE A GRAVEYARD THANKS TO YOU. EVERYONE IS SCARED TOO DEATH TO COME OUT OF THEIR HOMES IN RISK OF GETTING KILLED.' spat the man. 'It's not Harry's fault. He didn't ask for the Death Eaters to show up,' shouted Hermione crying. 'SHUT UP YOU STUPID LITLE GIRL. OF COURSE ITS HIS FAULT. NOW GET OUT POTTER. BEFORE I DO SOMETHING I MIGHT NOT REGRET. 'You can't make him. He hasn't done anything wrong,' yelled Ron, his temper rising. 'CAN'T MAKE HIM? CAN'T MAKE HIM?' He grabbed Harry by the back of his robes and threw him out of the open doors. 'DON'T YOU DARE COME BACK. DON'T EVER PUT MY FAMILY IN DANGER AGAIN, YOU HEAR ME.' Harry pulled himself of the ground in tears. Hermione and Ron came tearing down the stone steps to help him. 'Are you okay?' sobbed Hermione. Harry didn't answer. He just turned around and started running, tears flowing down his cheeks. Where he was running he didn't know. He just wanted to keep running and never stop. 'Harry please stop,' he heard Hermione yelling from far behind him, but he just carried on ,all the way back into the school grounds. He sprinted back into the castle and up the stairs to the dormitaries. 'Are you okay Potter,' called small Professor Sprout as he ran hurriedly past him. When Harry finally made it back to his Dormitray he threw the hangings around his bed and hid away from everyone else in the world. He wanted to be left alone. Alone with his thoughts. A few hours passed and the drowsiness of the heat had gotten to Harry and he drifted off to sleep.

'Have you had enough pain yet Potter?' spat Voldemort. 'Go to hell you worthless peice of scum,' shouted Harry, laying on the cold wet ground. 'Now now. That wasn't very nice was it?' replied Voldemort lowering his wand to Harry. 'CRUCIO' Harry screamed in agony. The pain lasted for only thirty seconds but it seemed like an eternity. 'Now have you had enough?' asked Voldemort menacingly once Harry had stopped screaming. Harry didn't answer, he just looked at him. 'Pity, such a brave young man like yourself has to go like this' said Voldemort smiling. 'I am sorry if I enjoy killing you two much.' Laughter rung out around the room. Harry looked around and saw many Death Eaters standing there with their wands at the ready, daring Harry to try something stupid. 'Are you ready to meet the same end as your family and friends Potter?' Harry saw Ron and Hermione once again laying lifeless in the water across the room. 'Maybe it will be okay?' he thought to himself. 'What is there to live for? His friends had been killed, his family had been murdered and with dumbledore now gone there seemed no point in continuing. He had won so many battles against Voldemort but he had now lost the war. 'Gather round my loyal Servants. The time has finally come. I will now finish what I could not all those years ago.' Loud excited muttering broke out amongst the death eaters. 'Are you ready to die Harry?' laughed Voldemort. 'Just do it. Master. Do not stall time. You know what he is like.' said one of the Death Eaters. Harry recognised that voice. Who it belonged to he couldn't remember for the life of him. 'Ah yes. Well remembered. Harry I'm sure you know my most loyal death eater,' said Voldemort. 'How about a final goodbye before you die.' The death Eater stepped towards Harry and placed both hands on his hood ready to reveal his face.

Before Harry could find out who it was he awoke, sweating like mad, blood pouring out of his scar.

'Harry. Are you okay?' asked Ron, shaking him wildly. 'Oh no. It's happened again,' panicked Harry clasping his forehead with his hand, stopping the flow of blood. 'Did you have the premonition again?' asked Ron, in a deep state of worry. Harry didn't answer he just quickly jumped out of bed and ran straight into the bathroom and tried to stop the blood seeping out of his scar. Thankfully the bleeding stopped a minute after Harry held a damp cloth to his forehead. 'So..was it the Premonition again,' repeated Ron. 'Yeah,' replied Harry, very worried. But this time is was more clearer, and longer.' Ron sat down on the edge of his bed as Harry described to him what had happened in the dream. 'But, who was it?' asked Ron, puzzled, as Harry finished going through the horrible ordeal of re-telling his dream. 'I..I.don't know. I recognise the voice but I can't remember who it belongs to,' replied Harry cleaning up the rest of his scar. 'And I swear the suroundings around me look familiar. Like I've been there before or something.' Neville and Seamus came tearing into the room, laughing their heads off. Harry quickly changed the subject. He didn't want more people to know he's having premonitions. 'What' so funny?' asked Harry to Neville who was wiping the tears of laughter out of his eyes. 'Oh it was so funny. A first year just feel right into one of our traps.' 'Are you still pulling those?' asked Ron smirking. ''Course we are. Someone's got to take over from your brothers as the trouble makers!!' replied Seamus. 'Hey, what did you do to your head Harry?' asked Neville who had noticed Harry holding the blood stained cloth to his head. 'Oh, I caught it on the edge of my bedside drawers as I was looking for one of my books,' lied Harry. 'Oh. Ouch.' replied Seamus. 'Anyway, are you two coming down for supper? Hermione asked as to ask you.' 'Erm.. No, I don't really feel like eating right now,' replied Harry. 'In that case I'll stay as well if it's okay?' asked Ron. 'Well I'd like to be alone if thats okay?' said Harry trying not to sound impolite. 'Yeah sure. We'll be back in an hour or so,' said Ron as he, Seamus and Neville started to leave the room. 'Try get some more rest,' Ron added as he closed the Dormitary door. Harry crossed the room and took at his pensieve for the second time in two weeks. He held his wand to his head and then deposited his memory into the small silver bowl. 'Who was that Death Eater? Where was I? Am I really a danger to the one's I care for?' These questions kept occuring in Harry's head. Harry was desperate for the answers but knew deep down that one day, he will truely know them for sure.