Disclaimer - Obviously I didn't make up the characters that are in J. K.
Rowling's books but this is just a fanfic with the plot totally and
completely original. It makes references to characters and situations from
the books and the descriptions are similar to those in the book but they
are original as well.
Chapter Four: Sorting Out Harry
The train stopped and all the students got out. From where they were standing at the outdoor train station they couldn't see much because it was now nighttime. Only lights from a castle, Hogwarts, could be seen up on a hill a little distance away. There was much commotion as people talked and looked for friends.
"Firs' years this way!" a voice bellowed from down the platform. There was a figure larger than a normal man standing there with a huge lantern. He was at least wide enough to be five people and the height of a person and a half. A long grisly beard hung down to his chest and the same type of wild hair was also upon his head at shoulder length. He waved an enormous hand at Ron and Hermione who waved back.
"That's Hagrid," Ron explained. "He teaches Care of Magical Creatures and fancies large hairy monsters."
They followed the crowd of people, minus the first years who went a separate way with Hagrid to the boats, up to a group of carriages that appeared to have no horses. Hermione, Ron, and Oscie climbed into one and were soon joined by another boy.
"Hi Neville!" Hermione said happily.
"Hi," Ron and Neville said at the same time.
"This is Oscie. We met over summer break and she's going to school with us now," Ron said to Neville. Both acknowledged each other. The carriage began to move and the passengers swayed in the coach to the movement along the bumpy road.
"These coaches are moved by Threstrals, can you see them?" Hermione asked Oscie. Oscie shook her head.
"Aren't they only seen by those who have seen someone die?" Oscie asked, trying to recall what she had read about them. Ron and Neville looked impressed by her knowledge since only Hermione had known what they were the year before when Hagrid showed them in class.
"Yes. Harry and I can see them," Neville replied. It was too dark to see Neville's face but with the silence that followed it was obvious the subject should be changed.
Nobody could see each other since it was dark but as the moonlight passed through the window for a moment Oscie was able to see Neville for the first time. He appeared average in figure but not muscular with brown hair with a round face and slightly pudgy cheeks.
The coach ride was not long and before they knew it they were at the gates to Hogwarts and the expansive school grounds were between them and the school. The coaches drove across the grass and stopped at the large doors to the castle to let the students out. The school was immense and towered over the students. Oscie looked around briefly and caught a glimpse of a hut on the grounds near the edge of what appeared to be a forest. On the other side of the grounds was a large lake that was unmoving and black as the night sky. There were a few lights out on the lake that were moving closer to the castle.
"Those are the first years. They come to the castle by boat," Hermione explained after following Oscie's eyes out to the lake. The large group of students made their way up the stairs and into a large entryway with a high ceiling and a soft warm glow from candles and the chandelier above them. There was a very large staircase directly in front of them and a set of large doors to the right. A man was standing off to the left with a long black robe on and his arms folded across his chest. He appeared to be scanning the crowd with just his eyes and without moving his head. His sallow skin and pointy, crooked nose made him look devious, and his sleek black hair only added to the effect.
With all the students now within the entry, the man spoke in a loud, bored voice, "Oscie Whitmore!" The students were silent at once and looked around the room. Even if they weren't friends, they still all knew one another since the school body wasn't that large and had never heard that name before. Oscie glanced at Ron and Hermione who looked just as puzzled as she felt. She made her way through the crowd of students up to the man. All eyes were now upon her.
"If you will follow me, Ms. Whitmore," the man said. He still hadn't moved his head but simply looked down at her with his eyes. In one abrupt motion he turned on his heels down the hall that was behind him. His robe billowed out behind him as he walked quickly and Oscie jogged slightly to catch up. At the end of the hall they took a flight of stairs down that appeared to lead to the lower area of the castle, the dungeon. They came across a door and just abruptly as he had started walking, he stopped.
"Into my office, please," the man stated after opening the door and going into the room himself. "Close the door," he commanded after she had come in. Oscie obeyed, followed him up to his desk where he sat down behind it, and waited patiently for him to speak.
"I am Professor Snape," he began, "one of the teachers here. Normally I'm not responsible for newcomers but Professor McGonagall had to take care of the first year students." His intonation rose and fell at different points and his eyes remained cold. "Therefore it is my duty to assign you to your quarters."
"Am I going to be in one of the four houses?" Oscie asked, remaining undaunted by his less than friendly approach.
"No, Miss Whitmore. The students are sorted their first year here and you are not in your first year so you will just be in all the houses so to speak. But you will be living with the Gryffindor house, not by my choice of course," Snape replied. "You will be living with them, under McGonagall's jurisdiction, and if you do anything to warrant points deducted from any house they will be taken from Gryffindor."
"So I'm basically in Gryffindor, just unofficially?" Oscie questioned.
"So to speak," Snape replied with a look of distaste. Oscie nodded as Snape picked up a piece of paper from his desk and began to read, "You will be in a room with Lavender Brown, Sally Bloom, and.ah, Hermione Granger. Let's hope she won't have much influence on you. Now then, we should be going to the great hall for the Welcome Feast." Snape stood up and walked to the door with Oscie right behind him. They went back the same way they had come and just before the doors to the hall Snape turned back towards her.
"Remus told me you made him.a drink this month. At this news I requested you be placed in Slytherin. Just keep in mind it might be where you belong," Snape said in a low voice before turning once more on his heels and walking off in another direction. Oscie watched until he was out of sight and then turned toward the large doors that she was supposed to go through although she doubted she would be able to make them budge. She pulled one of the handles and marveled at how light the door was as it swung open, almost hitting herself in the face since she had anticipated on it being hard to open.
The room before her was large with a ceiling that looked like the night sky and columns along the sides of the room. Straight ahead was a raised platform at the opposite side of the room that had a long table parallel to the wall with what appeared to be all the teachers sitting behind it. In the middle of the room were four very long tables perpendicular to the teachers' table and they were filled with students. Each table was decorated with a different color: green on the far left, red next to it, yellow, and then blue on the far right. All eyes turned to her as the door opened and she felt more uncomfortable than ever. She managed a weak smile and slight shrug as she pulled the door closed behind her and took a few steps forward.
"Ah, yes," said a loud voice from the teacher's table. All eyes were directed towards an old wizard now standing at the center of the table. He had a very long white beard and white hair flowing from underneath a rich purple velvet hat with golden moons and stars embroidered on it. His wizard robe was the same as the hat with gold trim on the sleeves. He looked straight towards Oscie through half-moon spectacles. "This is Oscie Whitmore, a new student to Hogwarts as well, although she is a sixth year. She will be staying with the Gryffindor house although she belongs to no house," the wizard announced. There was a round of applause to welcome her and she searched the tables and found Ron and Hermione at the one decorated in red. She made her way to the end of the table and sat down on the bench. Hermione, Ron, and Neville were seated across from her but she didn't make eye contact with them and turned her attention to the wizard who was still standing.
"Without further ado, may the feast begin!" he said. At his words food appeared on the table and there was an audible gasp from the new first years. Oscie glanced around the room one last time and caught a glance of Draco at the green table talking with two large boys who she assumed were Crabbe and Goyle.
"So you'll be living with us?" Hermione asked, bringing her attention back to the table.
"Yes. Professor Snape filled me in on the details since he said Professor McGonagall had to look after the first year students," Oscie replied. She looked now around the table and found herself sitting next to someone she had never seen before but recognized immediately. He had scruffy brown hair, glasses, a small build, and a lightening bolt scar on his forehead. He looked at her and smiled.
"Hi, I'm Harry. You must be Oscie," he replied, holding out his hand. Oscie shook his hand and smiled.
"I never thought I'd meet the one and only Harry Potter," she said with a bit of a laugh. "Ron and Hermione have told me a lot about you already."
"Harry, I tried so many times to get Dad to convince the others to let you come stay with us but he just wouldn't go for it. He said you were doing important things where you were and to keep the owls to a minimum," Ron explained in a defensive, slightly apprehensive, voice. Harry shrugged.
"It's alright. While you were off having fun I was stuck learning Occlumency," he replied with an edge to his voice. Hermione looked worried and Ron avoided eye contact with him.
"That must have been horrible!" Oscie exclaimed trying to act as though she didn't notice the tension or the warning Hermione was trying to give her with eye contact. "We had a class of Occlumency last year at my school and it was very hard. That's completely impressive that you were able to learn it in one summer. I took the class for a year and still can't completely keep another person out of my head if they're trying to get there." Oscie's praise seemed to divert Harry's attention.
"It is hard to do," Harry replied. "But I had the best teacher there is, Dumbledore." Ron's mouth dropped open. "You mean be taught you this summer?" Ron asked, astonished. Harry nodded. "Wow! That's bloody impressive, mate."
"Did anything.odd happen over the summer?" Hermione asked. "I know we kept in contact through owls but there is so much you can't say anymore because of the threat of owls being intercepted."
"Absolutely nothing happened. Even my scar didn't hurt as much," Harry replied. He seemed a little put out by the lack of interaction over the summer.
"At least it was a nice break for you," Neville offered in consolation. Harry didn't reply but began to eat his food.
"Oh, Oscie, whose room are you going to be in?" Hermione questioned.
"I'm going to be with you," Oscie replied and both smiled happily. "Professor Snape told me not to let you rub off on me though, so keep your distance, okay?" she joked.
"Did he really?" Hermione questioned. "I'm not surprised. He seems to think I'm a know-it-all."
"That's because you are," Ron replied with his mouth stuffed with food. Hermione rolled her eyes at him.
"He also said something about trying to get me to be in Slyitherin because he heard about me making you-know-what for my uncle. Right before I came in here he added that I should keep in mind that his house might be where I belong. I'm not sure if I should be offended or not," Oscie added in a low voice so nobody else could hear.
"What did you make?" Harry asked.
"Wolfsbane Potion," Oscie whispered and Harry nodded, immediately understanding who her uncle is.
"I would be offended," Ron commented. "Although after your incident on the train - don't worry Harry, I'll fill you in when it's safer - I'd say Snape just might have a point."
"Oh, Ron, honestly! Oscie doesn't belong there, especially with the reasons behind it all!" Hermione protested in sheer disbelief at the suggestion. Harry was very quiet and hadn't looked up from his plate yet.
"Are you done talking about things that you obviously planned over the summer without me?" he asked. His tone remained level but it was obvious he was getting angrier every minute. They fell silent and ate for a while without talking.
The feast had finished and Ron and Hermione got up before the rest.
"We've got to lead the first years to the dormitory and let them know the password so they won't get lost and all. Harry, can you show Oscie?" Ron asked. Harry nodded and the two walked off while the entire room full of people stood up to leave. There were shouts from the different Prefects calling the students from their houses as Harry and Oscie exited together. Out of the corner of her eye Oscie noticed Draco calling for the Slytherins. Hermione's hope of him being ousted was now in vain since he obviously is a Prefect.
"It's this way," Harry said, leading them up a few staircases. There were pictures lining the walls and the figures in the pictures watched them pass and a few spoke words of welcome.
"Hermione and Ron told me what the Dursleys are like. It must be awful living with such cruel relatives," Oscie stated after a while of silence. She couldn't stand to see him left alone to his thoughts. "If it's any consolation, my parents are like that. They aren't down right mean but they definitely don't give a troll's club about this world. I can't talk to them about anything, well I can but they don't listen."
"At least you have an uncle left who cares. I don't have anyone," Harry replied. Oscie could tell he was still angry at the death of his godfather and hadn't exactly accepted it.
"I have an uncle who you know better than I do. This summer was my second time to meet him," Oscie replied. She said it with a light tone to keep the conversation from going places it shouldn't.
"But you have him," was the short response she received. Oscie took it as her queue to stop talking and walked alongside him in silence. They came across a large portrait on a wall and Harry stopped. There was a large woman in the painting and she was dressed in an old fashioned pink dress.
"Password?" the painting questioned in more of a statement than question.
"Hungarian Ridgeback," Harry stated. The portrait swung forward to reveal a hole in the wall that they climbed through. There was a large room before them with many chairs and couches. A fire was blazing in the hearth and the room glowed with the hues of red and gold from all the furnishings that were decorated to the colors of Gryffindor.
"Wow, this looks very cozy," Oscie commented as she stared around the room in awe. Harry smiled and pushed gently on her arm to get her to move out of the doorway, which she did.
"Why don't we take a seat, wait for Ron and Hermione, and then we can talk since most people will be gone by then?" Oscie questioned, hoping Harry would comply. He looked as though he were about to refuse when he met her hopeful eyes.
"Alright," he said. "We can also look over our schedules. They're on the table over there." He motioned towards a table that a few people were crowded around. They got their schedules and then settled down on the couches to wait for their friends.
That night the group of four stayed up late relaying all the information that was available to tell to one another. Harry seemed especially delighted with the thought of tricking Draco Malfoy and even managed to laugh at the events that transpired on the train. After they conversed they parted ways and went up to their rooms. Hermione and Oscie got ready for bed quietly since Lavender and Sally were already asleep. The room had three four poster beds with bed curtains around them to close off the room after they were in bed. The two climbed into bed and were soon sound asleep.
Chapter Four: Sorting Out Harry
The train stopped and all the students got out. From where they were standing at the outdoor train station they couldn't see much because it was now nighttime. Only lights from a castle, Hogwarts, could be seen up on a hill a little distance away. There was much commotion as people talked and looked for friends.
"Firs' years this way!" a voice bellowed from down the platform. There was a figure larger than a normal man standing there with a huge lantern. He was at least wide enough to be five people and the height of a person and a half. A long grisly beard hung down to his chest and the same type of wild hair was also upon his head at shoulder length. He waved an enormous hand at Ron and Hermione who waved back.
"That's Hagrid," Ron explained. "He teaches Care of Magical Creatures and fancies large hairy monsters."
They followed the crowd of people, minus the first years who went a separate way with Hagrid to the boats, up to a group of carriages that appeared to have no horses. Hermione, Ron, and Oscie climbed into one and were soon joined by another boy.
"Hi Neville!" Hermione said happily.
"Hi," Ron and Neville said at the same time.
"This is Oscie. We met over summer break and she's going to school with us now," Ron said to Neville. Both acknowledged each other. The carriage began to move and the passengers swayed in the coach to the movement along the bumpy road.
"These coaches are moved by Threstrals, can you see them?" Hermione asked Oscie. Oscie shook her head.
"Aren't they only seen by those who have seen someone die?" Oscie asked, trying to recall what she had read about them. Ron and Neville looked impressed by her knowledge since only Hermione had known what they were the year before when Hagrid showed them in class.
"Yes. Harry and I can see them," Neville replied. It was too dark to see Neville's face but with the silence that followed it was obvious the subject should be changed.
Nobody could see each other since it was dark but as the moonlight passed through the window for a moment Oscie was able to see Neville for the first time. He appeared average in figure but not muscular with brown hair with a round face and slightly pudgy cheeks.
The coach ride was not long and before they knew it they were at the gates to Hogwarts and the expansive school grounds were between them and the school. The coaches drove across the grass and stopped at the large doors to the castle to let the students out. The school was immense and towered over the students. Oscie looked around briefly and caught a glimpse of a hut on the grounds near the edge of what appeared to be a forest. On the other side of the grounds was a large lake that was unmoving and black as the night sky. There were a few lights out on the lake that were moving closer to the castle.
"Those are the first years. They come to the castle by boat," Hermione explained after following Oscie's eyes out to the lake. The large group of students made their way up the stairs and into a large entryway with a high ceiling and a soft warm glow from candles and the chandelier above them. There was a very large staircase directly in front of them and a set of large doors to the right. A man was standing off to the left with a long black robe on and his arms folded across his chest. He appeared to be scanning the crowd with just his eyes and without moving his head. His sallow skin and pointy, crooked nose made him look devious, and his sleek black hair only added to the effect.
With all the students now within the entry, the man spoke in a loud, bored voice, "Oscie Whitmore!" The students were silent at once and looked around the room. Even if they weren't friends, they still all knew one another since the school body wasn't that large and had never heard that name before. Oscie glanced at Ron and Hermione who looked just as puzzled as she felt. She made her way through the crowd of students up to the man. All eyes were now upon her.
"If you will follow me, Ms. Whitmore," the man said. He still hadn't moved his head but simply looked down at her with his eyes. In one abrupt motion he turned on his heels down the hall that was behind him. His robe billowed out behind him as he walked quickly and Oscie jogged slightly to catch up. At the end of the hall they took a flight of stairs down that appeared to lead to the lower area of the castle, the dungeon. They came across a door and just abruptly as he had started walking, he stopped.
"Into my office, please," the man stated after opening the door and going into the room himself. "Close the door," he commanded after she had come in. Oscie obeyed, followed him up to his desk where he sat down behind it, and waited patiently for him to speak.
"I am Professor Snape," he began, "one of the teachers here. Normally I'm not responsible for newcomers but Professor McGonagall had to take care of the first year students." His intonation rose and fell at different points and his eyes remained cold. "Therefore it is my duty to assign you to your quarters."
"Am I going to be in one of the four houses?" Oscie asked, remaining undaunted by his less than friendly approach.
"No, Miss Whitmore. The students are sorted their first year here and you are not in your first year so you will just be in all the houses so to speak. But you will be living with the Gryffindor house, not by my choice of course," Snape replied. "You will be living with them, under McGonagall's jurisdiction, and if you do anything to warrant points deducted from any house they will be taken from Gryffindor."
"So I'm basically in Gryffindor, just unofficially?" Oscie questioned.
"So to speak," Snape replied with a look of distaste. Oscie nodded as Snape picked up a piece of paper from his desk and began to read, "You will be in a room with Lavender Brown, Sally Bloom, and.ah, Hermione Granger. Let's hope she won't have much influence on you. Now then, we should be going to the great hall for the Welcome Feast." Snape stood up and walked to the door with Oscie right behind him. They went back the same way they had come and just before the doors to the hall Snape turned back towards her.
"Remus told me you made him.a drink this month. At this news I requested you be placed in Slytherin. Just keep in mind it might be where you belong," Snape said in a low voice before turning once more on his heels and walking off in another direction. Oscie watched until he was out of sight and then turned toward the large doors that she was supposed to go through although she doubted she would be able to make them budge. She pulled one of the handles and marveled at how light the door was as it swung open, almost hitting herself in the face since she had anticipated on it being hard to open.
The room before her was large with a ceiling that looked like the night sky and columns along the sides of the room. Straight ahead was a raised platform at the opposite side of the room that had a long table parallel to the wall with what appeared to be all the teachers sitting behind it. In the middle of the room were four very long tables perpendicular to the teachers' table and they were filled with students. Each table was decorated with a different color: green on the far left, red next to it, yellow, and then blue on the far right. All eyes turned to her as the door opened and she felt more uncomfortable than ever. She managed a weak smile and slight shrug as she pulled the door closed behind her and took a few steps forward.
"Ah, yes," said a loud voice from the teacher's table. All eyes were directed towards an old wizard now standing at the center of the table. He had a very long white beard and white hair flowing from underneath a rich purple velvet hat with golden moons and stars embroidered on it. His wizard robe was the same as the hat with gold trim on the sleeves. He looked straight towards Oscie through half-moon spectacles. "This is Oscie Whitmore, a new student to Hogwarts as well, although she is a sixth year. She will be staying with the Gryffindor house although she belongs to no house," the wizard announced. There was a round of applause to welcome her and she searched the tables and found Ron and Hermione at the one decorated in red. She made her way to the end of the table and sat down on the bench. Hermione, Ron, and Neville were seated across from her but she didn't make eye contact with them and turned her attention to the wizard who was still standing.
"Without further ado, may the feast begin!" he said. At his words food appeared on the table and there was an audible gasp from the new first years. Oscie glanced around the room one last time and caught a glance of Draco at the green table talking with two large boys who she assumed were Crabbe and Goyle.
"So you'll be living with us?" Hermione asked, bringing her attention back to the table.
"Yes. Professor Snape filled me in on the details since he said Professor McGonagall had to look after the first year students," Oscie replied. She looked now around the table and found herself sitting next to someone she had never seen before but recognized immediately. He had scruffy brown hair, glasses, a small build, and a lightening bolt scar on his forehead. He looked at her and smiled.
"Hi, I'm Harry. You must be Oscie," he replied, holding out his hand. Oscie shook his hand and smiled.
"I never thought I'd meet the one and only Harry Potter," she said with a bit of a laugh. "Ron and Hermione have told me a lot about you already."
"Harry, I tried so many times to get Dad to convince the others to let you come stay with us but he just wouldn't go for it. He said you were doing important things where you were and to keep the owls to a minimum," Ron explained in a defensive, slightly apprehensive, voice. Harry shrugged.
"It's alright. While you were off having fun I was stuck learning Occlumency," he replied with an edge to his voice. Hermione looked worried and Ron avoided eye contact with him.
"That must have been horrible!" Oscie exclaimed trying to act as though she didn't notice the tension or the warning Hermione was trying to give her with eye contact. "We had a class of Occlumency last year at my school and it was very hard. That's completely impressive that you were able to learn it in one summer. I took the class for a year and still can't completely keep another person out of my head if they're trying to get there." Oscie's praise seemed to divert Harry's attention.
"It is hard to do," Harry replied. "But I had the best teacher there is, Dumbledore." Ron's mouth dropped open. "You mean be taught you this summer?" Ron asked, astonished. Harry nodded. "Wow! That's bloody impressive, mate."
"Did anything.odd happen over the summer?" Hermione asked. "I know we kept in contact through owls but there is so much you can't say anymore because of the threat of owls being intercepted."
"Absolutely nothing happened. Even my scar didn't hurt as much," Harry replied. He seemed a little put out by the lack of interaction over the summer.
"At least it was a nice break for you," Neville offered in consolation. Harry didn't reply but began to eat his food.
"Oh, Oscie, whose room are you going to be in?" Hermione questioned.
"I'm going to be with you," Oscie replied and both smiled happily. "Professor Snape told me not to let you rub off on me though, so keep your distance, okay?" she joked.
"Did he really?" Hermione questioned. "I'm not surprised. He seems to think I'm a know-it-all."
"That's because you are," Ron replied with his mouth stuffed with food. Hermione rolled her eyes at him.
"He also said something about trying to get me to be in Slyitherin because he heard about me making you-know-what for my uncle. Right before I came in here he added that I should keep in mind that his house might be where I belong. I'm not sure if I should be offended or not," Oscie added in a low voice so nobody else could hear.
"What did you make?" Harry asked.
"Wolfsbane Potion," Oscie whispered and Harry nodded, immediately understanding who her uncle is.
"I would be offended," Ron commented. "Although after your incident on the train - don't worry Harry, I'll fill you in when it's safer - I'd say Snape just might have a point."
"Oh, Ron, honestly! Oscie doesn't belong there, especially with the reasons behind it all!" Hermione protested in sheer disbelief at the suggestion. Harry was very quiet and hadn't looked up from his plate yet.
"Are you done talking about things that you obviously planned over the summer without me?" he asked. His tone remained level but it was obvious he was getting angrier every minute. They fell silent and ate for a while without talking.
The feast had finished and Ron and Hermione got up before the rest.
"We've got to lead the first years to the dormitory and let them know the password so they won't get lost and all. Harry, can you show Oscie?" Ron asked. Harry nodded and the two walked off while the entire room full of people stood up to leave. There were shouts from the different Prefects calling the students from their houses as Harry and Oscie exited together. Out of the corner of her eye Oscie noticed Draco calling for the Slytherins. Hermione's hope of him being ousted was now in vain since he obviously is a Prefect.
"It's this way," Harry said, leading them up a few staircases. There were pictures lining the walls and the figures in the pictures watched them pass and a few spoke words of welcome.
"Hermione and Ron told me what the Dursleys are like. It must be awful living with such cruel relatives," Oscie stated after a while of silence. She couldn't stand to see him left alone to his thoughts. "If it's any consolation, my parents are like that. They aren't down right mean but they definitely don't give a troll's club about this world. I can't talk to them about anything, well I can but they don't listen."
"At least you have an uncle left who cares. I don't have anyone," Harry replied. Oscie could tell he was still angry at the death of his godfather and hadn't exactly accepted it.
"I have an uncle who you know better than I do. This summer was my second time to meet him," Oscie replied. She said it with a light tone to keep the conversation from going places it shouldn't.
"But you have him," was the short response she received. Oscie took it as her queue to stop talking and walked alongside him in silence. They came across a large portrait on a wall and Harry stopped. There was a large woman in the painting and she was dressed in an old fashioned pink dress.
"Password?" the painting questioned in more of a statement than question.
"Hungarian Ridgeback," Harry stated. The portrait swung forward to reveal a hole in the wall that they climbed through. There was a large room before them with many chairs and couches. A fire was blazing in the hearth and the room glowed with the hues of red and gold from all the furnishings that were decorated to the colors of Gryffindor.
"Wow, this looks very cozy," Oscie commented as she stared around the room in awe. Harry smiled and pushed gently on her arm to get her to move out of the doorway, which she did.
"Why don't we take a seat, wait for Ron and Hermione, and then we can talk since most people will be gone by then?" Oscie questioned, hoping Harry would comply. He looked as though he were about to refuse when he met her hopeful eyes.
"Alright," he said. "We can also look over our schedules. They're on the table over there." He motioned towards a table that a few people were crowded around. They got their schedules and then settled down on the couches to wait for their friends.
That night the group of four stayed up late relaying all the information that was available to tell to one another. Harry seemed especially delighted with the thought of tricking Draco Malfoy and even managed to laugh at the events that transpired on the train. After they conversed they parted ways and went up to their rooms. Hermione and Oscie got ready for bed quietly since Lavender and Sally were already asleep. The room had three four poster beds with bed curtains around them to close off the room after they were in bed. The two climbed into bed and were soon sound asleep.