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have to......everything here that wasn't in J.K.'s books belong to me.
There. Everyone happy? Good. Now on with the story.
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CHAPTER 6: HEAD BOYS, A REVOLTING PINK ROOM, AND A TRAIN RIDE
"Harry, I think Grandfather's going to win," Savenna said, observing the chess game.
"Really?" Harry asked sarcastically "I couldnt' tell." He looked up at Dumbledore, who was scanning the board closely, his eyebrows narrowed. "Knight to F-3."
"Harry, that wasn't smart," Savenna moaned. "You're going to lose!"
"I know, Savenna," Harry said dully.
"Bishop to H-5," Dumbledore said. "And Checkmate!"
Harry groaned. "Professor, that's now a winning streak of 38! I'm never going to beat you!"
"You need some practice," Dumbledore grinned triumphantly. He looked at the clock. "I think it's about time for a story. I think we'll do it in Savenna's room, in fifteen minutes."
Savenna hopped up and down excitedly, and raced off to her room. Harry shook his head, making his way up to his own room. By the time he had his pajamas on, he still had nine minutes, so he decided it was a good time to start packing.
"Come on, Harry! It's time for the story!" Savenna said excitedly, poking her head into the room.
"Okay," Harry said. "I'll be right there."
Savenna bounced away, leaving Harry to finish packing. He threw in the last of his robes and slammed the lid down. After a quick check around the room, Harry went into the next room.
He had never been in Savenna's room before, but he wasn't too surprised. She seemed like a very girly girl, and her room reflected just that. She had said that she got the oceanside room, but it didn't look it. Nor did it look like the room of a nineteen year old.
The walls were pastel pink. Her bay window was hidden behind lacy pink curtains that matched her pillows and blanket. As a matter of fact, everything in the room was in some shade of pink. It was sickening.
"Um, Savenna? I thought you said you had the oceanside room?" Harry questioned, sitting down at the end of the silk-covered bed.
"Well, it used to be the oceanside room," Savenna said, brushing her long, auburn hair. Even the brush was pink. "But that was before I moved in. However, Grandfather made me keep it that way for the first year I was here, saying it would 'grow on me'. Honestly, four year olds don't like sea shells. Of course, it never did grow on me, and I eventually got my way."
"Savenna, my dear, you always get your way," Dumbledore said, coming in with a smile. "It's hard on the eyes, isn't it Harry?"
"Yeah," Harry nodded, grinning at Savenna, who scowled. "Oh, Professor, I was wondering. Who's Head Boy this year?"
"I'm sure Miss Granger is wondering the same question," Dumbledore said, sitting down at the desk. "It is Draco Malfoy."
Harry's jaw dropped. "Malfoy? Professor, how is Malfoy Head Boy?"
"Harry, there is no need to be angry, or worried, or anything," Dumbledore said calmly. "If Mr. Malfoy provokes you and your friends in any way so he can take away points, I will see to it that he loses his badge."
"Grandfather, start the story," Savenna said impatiently.
"All right, let's see," Dumbledore thought a moment. "Ah, yes. When Lily and James were in school, they hated each other. They literally could not stand each other. If they had to work together during class, there would be bickering, screaming, and insults. They lost a lot of points due to that, thought not nearly as much as James and Sirius lost because of their pranks."
"But what I don't understand is how they ever got married," Savenna interrupted. "I mean, if they hated each other so much."
"Well, it turns out that James started liking Lily at the beginning of their fifth year. He would joke about it, so Lily didn't know at first," Dumbledore continued. "But Lily eventually realized that his feelings for her were real, and she didn't like that one bit. It was like an insult to her, to have James Potter like her. So she continued to act horrible towards him, although he would constantly annoy her about going out with him. Of course, every girl at Hogwarts was jealous of Lily, and thought of her as foolish."
"Was he handsome then?" Savenna asked, her eyes gleaming.
"He looks exactly like Harry, but with mysterious, gray eyes," Dumbledore said. "So, of course he was handsome." He winked at Harry.
Harry glared at the headmaster, and Savenna giggled.
"So what happened?" Savenna wondered. "When did Lily like James?"
"We'll never find out if you don't stop interrupting," Harry teased. Savenna stuck out her tongue.
"Can I continue?" Dumbledore asked. When Savenna and Harry nodded, he began again. "Lily always thought James was immature, rude, and extremely conceided. And James knew she thought that. So he changed. In the middle of their sixth year. Lily, who had always found James attractive, immediately fell for him. Of course, she wouldn't admit it.
"In their seventh year, Lily and James were Head Girl and Boy. So they were together constantly. Which, of course, brought Lily to confess her feelings for James. He was ecstatic. However, when the rest of the school saw them together, there was a lot of jealousy. Many of the girls fancied James, and many of the boys fancied Lily. And, four years after they left Hogwarts, they were married. And a year after that, Harry James Potter was born."
"That's such a sweet story," Savenna said. "Possibly my favorite. Who knew that their grudges would lead them to have a kid like you?" With a laugh she ruffled Harry's hair, causing it to be even messier than usual.
"Hey, stop!" Harry yelled, smoothing it down.
"Time for bed," Dumbledore said. "You need to get up early tomorrow. Off to King's Cross."
"Professor, if you don't take the train to Hogwarts, then how do you get there with all your stuff?" Harry wondered, heading towards his room.
"That, Harry, is one of my many secrets," Dumbledore winked, leaving Harry at his room. Harry opened his mouth to argue but Dumbledore put up his hand. "Good night, Harry," and he walked off.
* * * * * * *
"Harry! Get up now!"
"I am up!" Harry yelled, struggling to pull on his pants. He shoved on his socks and shoes and threw on his robes. He found it much easier to get into his school outfit before going to the station.
It was the next morning, and, unfortunately, they were running late.
"Are you all packed?" Savenna screamed through the door.
"I packed last night!" Harry reminded. He locked Hedwig into her cage. "Mylzaya!"
"Coming, Massssster," the snake slithered out of her basket and Harry put her in his pocket. Making sure that he had everything, he grabbed the cage and his trunk and ran out of the room. Savenna took Hedwig's cage and Harry shoved his trunk down the stairs.
"How are we getting to the station?" Harry asked as Savenna crammed a piece of toast into his mouth.
"You'll be taking Floo powder to the Leaky Cauldron," Dumbledore said calmly, sitting comfortably on the couch. "From there you will walk to King's Cross Station, which is about ten minutes away."
"Oh, it's ten-twenty-five," Savenna said nervously. She took a pinch of Floo powder and threw it in the fire place. "The Leaky Cauldron!" She stepped through with Hedwig.
"See you later, Professor," Harry waved, throwing in a pinch of Floo powder. He grabbed his trunk, yelled, "The Leaky Cauldron," and jumped through (after pocketing his glasses, of course).
Harry landed cleanly in the Leaky Cauldron, and was immediately ushered out the door by Savenna. They must have looked strange to passing Muggles, for they were carrying a trunk and a caged owl, and Harry wore robes with a snake sticking out of the pocket.
Since they were in a hurrying, it only took seven and a half minutes to get to King's Cross. After loading Harry's things onto a trolley, Savenna steered it wildly over to the barrier between Platforms Nine and Ten, with Harry running behind her. She checked her watch.
"Oh! We still have fifteen minutes!" Savenna said with relief. "Harry, it was nice meeting you, and I hope to see you again sometime soon. You're so mature for your age, and you're so sweet. As well as wicked cute." Harry blushed, and Savenna kissed him on the cheek, making his cheeks glow even redder. "Bye, Harry!"
"Bye," Harry mumbled, and pushed his trolley onto Platform Nine-and-Three- Quarters. He gave a broad smile as he saw the scarlet Hogwarts Express, and then realized how eager he was to go back to school, even if it was his last year.
"Harry!"
He looked up, and saw Ron and Hermione hanging out of the compartment right in front of him. Harry grinned and hurried over. His friends helped him get his stuff on the train and he hopped aboard with excitement.
"Hedwig looks a bit ruffled," Hermione said, looking at the owl.
"Oh, we were in a hurry," Harry explained, sitting down. "We didn't leave Dumbledore's house until twenty-five after."
"'We' who?" Ron asked, although Harry could tell Ron knew very well who.
"Savenna," Harry said. "And, even though I'm sure you'll kill me for this, she kissed me before I got on the Platform."
"She what?" Ron gaped.
"But, Harry, she's two years older than you," Hermione pointed out.
"Cho was a year older," Ron said. "It's not much different." He turned back to Harry. "She kissed you? Why?"
Harry shrugged. "She said it was nice meeting me, and she hoped to see me again soon. Oh, and that I'm mature for my age, and sweet. And wicked cute."
"Bloody hell, Harry," Ron stared enviously. "Bloody freaking hell. An older girl likes you! And a girl out of school, mind you!"
"It's no big deal," Harry found himself blushing.
"Well, sure it is!" Ron said. He would have said more, but Hermione was giving him a horrific look.
"So, how was the rest of your holiday?" Harry asked, changing the subject.
"Great," Ron said. "After you went to Dumbledore's, we were able to go to my house. And then, after we got our stuff for school, we went to Egypt and spent the rest of holiday with Bill."
"We really wished you could have been there, Harry," Hermione said. "But you did have fun at Dumbledore's, right?"
"Yeah," Harry nodded. "Dumbledore told me loads of stories about my parents."
About halfway through the trip, the compartment door opened. It was Ginny, followed by -
"Loony Lovegood," Ron groaned under his breath.
"Hi, Harry," Ginny smiled, blushing slightly. "We - meaning all of us Weasleys, of course - missed having you over this summer."
"I wanted to come, but you know, what with Dumbledore's rule and all," Harry said. He noticed Luna staring at him. "Hi, Luna."
"Hello, Harry," she said in that distant voice of hers. "How was your summer?"
"Fine," he said. "And yours?"
"Just peachy," she said. "I got to work with Dad at The Quibbler."
"Sounds like an exciting summer," Ron said dryly.
"Oh, it was," Luna nodded, ignoring the sarcasm. "Well, come on, Ginny. Good-bye, Harry, Ronald, Hermione."
"See you all later," Ginny said. She gave Harry a nervous smile before heading off.
"I see Ginny's back to liking me," Harry muttered, leaning back.
"She never stopped," Ron said. "Even when she had those boyfriends. Hasn't had one since she went out with Dean. Come to think of it, I think that stopped when I caught them snogging."
"By the looks of it, Luna Lovegood likes Harry as well," Hermione said, her nose now buried in her Charms book.
"Great," Harry moaned. "Another fan.Why is Luna hanging out with Ginny?"
"They're friends. Ginny stayed at Lovegood's house for two weeks over the summer," Ron said, looking out the window. "I still want to know who Head Boy is."
"Oh," Harry said with a frown. "I asked Dumbledore about that. It's Malfoy."
Ron and Hermione, though both unhappy about that, had different reactions to it.
"MALFOY'S WHAT?" Ron bellowed. "How the hell did that -" Ron said several words that he never would have said in front of an adult. "- become Head Boy?! If he does anything to tick me off, I'll curse him!"
"Are you sure that's what Dumbledore said?" Hermione asked, able to control her temper much better than Ron. "I don't see how he could have chosen Malfoy as a Head Boy."
The door slid open, and it wasn't Ginny and Luna again, nor was it a fellow Gryffindor seventh year. It was Draco Malfoy, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, all smirking.
"Malfoy," Harry glared.
"Potter," Malfoy sneered with a curt nod. "I see you aren't Head Boy. What a shame. But then again, you weren't even a prefect."
"Yes, but I was," Hermione said coldly. "And I'm Head Girl."
Malfoy glared. "The teachers must have made a horrible mistake. There's no way a Mudblood can be a Head Student." Ron reached for his wand. "They need purebloods, like me." He showed off his gleaming Head Boy badge.
"The teachers must have made a horrible mistake with Head Boy," Ron said, his face a bit flushed. "A Slytherin son of a Death Eater shouldn't be one."
"Don't you ever insult my father," Malfoy whispered, his wand aimed at Ron. "He may be in Azkaban, but he won't be for long. You mark my words, Weasley. as soon as my father's out of Azkaban, there will be hell to pay, and he'll come after your family first."
And with that he turned on his heel and stormed out, Crabbe and Goyle hurrying after. However, before shutting the door, Malfoy stuck his head in.
"Granger, McGonagall wants a word with us. Now."
"Fine," Hermione said, her teeth clenched. Harry noticed she had her hand in her pocket, gripping her wand. "See you two later."
"McGonagall takes the train?" Harry asked, closing the door.
"Yeah," Ron nodded, distracted. "The teachers move in a week before we do. She rides the train to talk to the prefects and Head students. She's gonna have to talk to me, then." Ron shook his head. "If he does anything to Hermione this year, I'll . . . I'll . . . "
"Ron, you don't . . . you don't fancy Hermione, do you?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Of course not," Ron snapped, his ears red. "What made you think that?"
"Nothing," Harry muttered. "Nothing at all."
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CHAPTER 6: HEAD BOYS, A REVOLTING PINK ROOM, AND A TRAIN RIDE
"Harry, I think Grandfather's going to win," Savenna said, observing the chess game.
"Really?" Harry asked sarcastically "I couldnt' tell." He looked up at Dumbledore, who was scanning the board closely, his eyebrows narrowed. "Knight to F-3."
"Harry, that wasn't smart," Savenna moaned. "You're going to lose!"
"I know, Savenna," Harry said dully.
"Bishop to H-5," Dumbledore said. "And Checkmate!"
Harry groaned. "Professor, that's now a winning streak of 38! I'm never going to beat you!"
"You need some practice," Dumbledore grinned triumphantly. He looked at the clock. "I think it's about time for a story. I think we'll do it in Savenna's room, in fifteen minutes."
Savenna hopped up and down excitedly, and raced off to her room. Harry shook his head, making his way up to his own room. By the time he had his pajamas on, he still had nine minutes, so he decided it was a good time to start packing.
"Come on, Harry! It's time for the story!" Savenna said excitedly, poking her head into the room.
"Okay," Harry said. "I'll be right there."
Savenna bounced away, leaving Harry to finish packing. He threw in the last of his robes and slammed the lid down. After a quick check around the room, Harry went into the next room.
He had never been in Savenna's room before, but he wasn't too surprised. She seemed like a very girly girl, and her room reflected just that. She had said that she got the oceanside room, but it didn't look it. Nor did it look like the room of a nineteen year old.
The walls were pastel pink. Her bay window was hidden behind lacy pink curtains that matched her pillows and blanket. As a matter of fact, everything in the room was in some shade of pink. It was sickening.
"Um, Savenna? I thought you said you had the oceanside room?" Harry questioned, sitting down at the end of the silk-covered bed.
"Well, it used to be the oceanside room," Savenna said, brushing her long, auburn hair. Even the brush was pink. "But that was before I moved in. However, Grandfather made me keep it that way for the first year I was here, saying it would 'grow on me'. Honestly, four year olds don't like sea shells. Of course, it never did grow on me, and I eventually got my way."
"Savenna, my dear, you always get your way," Dumbledore said, coming in with a smile. "It's hard on the eyes, isn't it Harry?"
"Yeah," Harry nodded, grinning at Savenna, who scowled. "Oh, Professor, I was wondering. Who's Head Boy this year?"
"I'm sure Miss Granger is wondering the same question," Dumbledore said, sitting down at the desk. "It is Draco Malfoy."
Harry's jaw dropped. "Malfoy? Professor, how is Malfoy Head Boy?"
"Harry, there is no need to be angry, or worried, or anything," Dumbledore said calmly. "If Mr. Malfoy provokes you and your friends in any way so he can take away points, I will see to it that he loses his badge."
"Grandfather, start the story," Savenna said impatiently.
"All right, let's see," Dumbledore thought a moment. "Ah, yes. When Lily and James were in school, they hated each other. They literally could not stand each other. If they had to work together during class, there would be bickering, screaming, and insults. They lost a lot of points due to that, thought not nearly as much as James and Sirius lost because of their pranks."
"But what I don't understand is how they ever got married," Savenna interrupted. "I mean, if they hated each other so much."
"Well, it turns out that James started liking Lily at the beginning of their fifth year. He would joke about it, so Lily didn't know at first," Dumbledore continued. "But Lily eventually realized that his feelings for her were real, and she didn't like that one bit. It was like an insult to her, to have James Potter like her. So she continued to act horrible towards him, although he would constantly annoy her about going out with him. Of course, every girl at Hogwarts was jealous of Lily, and thought of her as foolish."
"Was he handsome then?" Savenna asked, her eyes gleaming.
"He looks exactly like Harry, but with mysterious, gray eyes," Dumbledore said. "So, of course he was handsome." He winked at Harry.
Harry glared at the headmaster, and Savenna giggled.
"So what happened?" Savenna wondered. "When did Lily like James?"
"We'll never find out if you don't stop interrupting," Harry teased. Savenna stuck out her tongue.
"Can I continue?" Dumbledore asked. When Savenna and Harry nodded, he began again. "Lily always thought James was immature, rude, and extremely conceided. And James knew she thought that. So he changed. In the middle of their sixth year. Lily, who had always found James attractive, immediately fell for him. Of course, she wouldn't admit it.
"In their seventh year, Lily and James were Head Girl and Boy. So they were together constantly. Which, of course, brought Lily to confess her feelings for James. He was ecstatic. However, when the rest of the school saw them together, there was a lot of jealousy. Many of the girls fancied James, and many of the boys fancied Lily. And, four years after they left Hogwarts, they were married. And a year after that, Harry James Potter was born."
"That's such a sweet story," Savenna said. "Possibly my favorite. Who knew that their grudges would lead them to have a kid like you?" With a laugh she ruffled Harry's hair, causing it to be even messier than usual.
"Hey, stop!" Harry yelled, smoothing it down.
"Time for bed," Dumbledore said. "You need to get up early tomorrow. Off to King's Cross."
"Professor, if you don't take the train to Hogwarts, then how do you get there with all your stuff?" Harry wondered, heading towards his room.
"That, Harry, is one of my many secrets," Dumbledore winked, leaving Harry at his room. Harry opened his mouth to argue but Dumbledore put up his hand. "Good night, Harry," and he walked off.
* * * * * * *
"Harry! Get up now!"
"I am up!" Harry yelled, struggling to pull on his pants. He shoved on his socks and shoes and threw on his robes. He found it much easier to get into his school outfit before going to the station.
It was the next morning, and, unfortunately, they were running late.
"Are you all packed?" Savenna screamed through the door.
"I packed last night!" Harry reminded. He locked Hedwig into her cage. "Mylzaya!"
"Coming, Massssster," the snake slithered out of her basket and Harry put her in his pocket. Making sure that he had everything, he grabbed the cage and his trunk and ran out of the room. Savenna took Hedwig's cage and Harry shoved his trunk down the stairs.
"How are we getting to the station?" Harry asked as Savenna crammed a piece of toast into his mouth.
"You'll be taking Floo powder to the Leaky Cauldron," Dumbledore said calmly, sitting comfortably on the couch. "From there you will walk to King's Cross Station, which is about ten minutes away."
"Oh, it's ten-twenty-five," Savenna said nervously. She took a pinch of Floo powder and threw it in the fire place. "The Leaky Cauldron!" She stepped through with Hedwig.
"See you later, Professor," Harry waved, throwing in a pinch of Floo powder. He grabbed his trunk, yelled, "The Leaky Cauldron," and jumped through (after pocketing his glasses, of course).
Harry landed cleanly in the Leaky Cauldron, and was immediately ushered out the door by Savenna. They must have looked strange to passing Muggles, for they were carrying a trunk and a caged owl, and Harry wore robes with a snake sticking out of the pocket.
Since they were in a hurrying, it only took seven and a half minutes to get to King's Cross. After loading Harry's things onto a trolley, Savenna steered it wildly over to the barrier between Platforms Nine and Ten, with Harry running behind her. She checked her watch.
"Oh! We still have fifteen minutes!" Savenna said with relief. "Harry, it was nice meeting you, and I hope to see you again sometime soon. You're so mature for your age, and you're so sweet. As well as wicked cute." Harry blushed, and Savenna kissed him on the cheek, making his cheeks glow even redder. "Bye, Harry!"
"Bye," Harry mumbled, and pushed his trolley onto Platform Nine-and-Three- Quarters. He gave a broad smile as he saw the scarlet Hogwarts Express, and then realized how eager he was to go back to school, even if it was his last year.
"Harry!"
He looked up, and saw Ron and Hermione hanging out of the compartment right in front of him. Harry grinned and hurried over. His friends helped him get his stuff on the train and he hopped aboard with excitement.
"Hedwig looks a bit ruffled," Hermione said, looking at the owl.
"Oh, we were in a hurry," Harry explained, sitting down. "We didn't leave Dumbledore's house until twenty-five after."
"'We' who?" Ron asked, although Harry could tell Ron knew very well who.
"Savenna," Harry said. "And, even though I'm sure you'll kill me for this, she kissed me before I got on the Platform."
"She what?" Ron gaped.
"But, Harry, she's two years older than you," Hermione pointed out.
"Cho was a year older," Ron said. "It's not much different." He turned back to Harry. "She kissed you? Why?"
Harry shrugged. "She said it was nice meeting me, and she hoped to see me again soon. Oh, and that I'm mature for my age, and sweet. And wicked cute."
"Bloody hell, Harry," Ron stared enviously. "Bloody freaking hell. An older girl likes you! And a girl out of school, mind you!"
"It's no big deal," Harry found himself blushing.
"Well, sure it is!" Ron said. He would have said more, but Hermione was giving him a horrific look.
"So, how was the rest of your holiday?" Harry asked, changing the subject.
"Great," Ron said. "After you went to Dumbledore's, we were able to go to my house. And then, after we got our stuff for school, we went to Egypt and spent the rest of holiday with Bill."
"We really wished you could have been there, Harry," Hermione said. "But you did have fun at Dumbledore's, right?"
"Yeah," Harry nodded. "Dumbledore told me loads of stories about my parents."
About halfway through the trip, the compartment door opened. It was Ginny, followed by -
"Loony Lovegood," Ron groaned under his breath.
"Hi, Harry," Ginny smiled, blushing slightly. "We - meaning all of us Weasleys, of course - missed having you over this summer."
"I wanted to come, but you know, what with Dumbledore's rule and all," Harry said. He noticed Luna staring at him. "Hi, Luna."
"Hello, Harry," she said in that distant voice of hers. "How was your summer?"
"Fine," he said. "And yours?"
"Just peachy," she said. "I got to work with Dad at The Quibbler."
"Sounds like an exciting summer," Ron said dryly.
"Oh, it was," Luna nodded, ignoring the sarcasm. "Well, come on, Ginny. Good-bye, Harry, Ronald, Hermione."
"See you all later," Ginny said. She gave Harry a nervous smile before heading off.
"I see Ginny's back to liking me," Harry muttered, leaning back.
"She never stopped," Ron said. "Even when she had those boyfriends. Hasn't had one since she went out with Dean. Come to think of it, I think that stopped when I caught them snogging."
"By the looks of it, Luna Lovegood likes Harry as well," Hermione said, her nose now buried in her Charms book.
"Great," Harry moaned. "Another fan.Why is Luna hanging out with Ginny?"
"They're friends. Ginny stayed at Lovegood's house for two weeks over the summer," Ron said, looking out the window. "I still want to know who Head Boy is."
"Oh," Harry said with a frown. "I asked Dumbledore about that. It's Malfoy."
Ron and Hermione, though both unhappy about that, had different reactions to it.
"MALFOY'S WHAT?" Ron bellowed. "How the hell did that -" Ron said several words that he never would have said in front of an adult. "- become Head Boy?! If he does anything to tick me off, I'll curse him!"
"Are you sure that's what Dumbledore said?" Hermione asked, able to control her temper much better than Ron. "I don't see how he could have chosen Malfoy as a Head Boy."
The door slid open, and it wasn't Ginny and Luna again, nor was it a fellow Gryffindor seventh year. It was Draco Malfoy, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, all smirking.
"Malfoy," Harry glared.
"Potter," Malfoy sneered with a curt nod. "I see you aren't Head Boy. What a shame. But then again, you weren't even a prefect."
"Yes, but I was," Hermione said coldly. "And I'm Head Girl."
Malfoy glared. "The teachers must have made a horrible mistake. There's no way a Mudblood can be a Head Student." Ron reached for his wand. "They need purebloods, like me." He showed off his gleaming Head Boy badge.
"The teachers must have made a horrible mistake with Head Boy," Ron said, his face a bit flushed. "A Slytherin son of a Death Eater shouldn't be one."
"Don't you ever insult my father," Malfoy whispered, his wand aimed at Ron. "He may be in Azkaban, but he won't be for long. You mark my words, Weasley. as soon as my father's out of Azkaban, there will be hell to pay, and he'll come after your family first."
And with that he turned on his heel and stormed out, Crabbe and Goyle hurrying after. However, before shutting the door, Malfoy stuck his head in.
"Granger, McGonagall wants a word with us. Now."
"Fine," Hermione said, her teeth clenched. Harry noticed she had her hand in her pocket, gripping her wand. "See you two later."
"McGonagall takes the train?" Harry asked, closing the door.
"Yeah," Ron nodded, distracted. "The teachers move in a week before we do. She rides the train to talk to the prefects and Head students. She's gonna have to talk to me, then." Ron shook his head. "If he does anything to Hermione this year, I'll . . . I'll . . . "
"Ron, you don't . . . you don't fancy Hermione, do you?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Of course not," Ron snapped, his ears red. "What made you think that?"
"Nothing," Harry muttered. "Nothing at all."