Chapter Four
He ran until he felt as if his legs were going to fall off. Muscles aching, he turned only to discover he had stopped before a wooden door. Curiosity getting the best of him, he opened the door and found himself in an unused classroom. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling and lingered in dark corners. A blanket of dust rested on the floor, book shelves, windowsills, desks, chairs, and other things of the kind. Beams of a half-moon leaked through the battered, mouth-eaten, violet curtains.
Sighing with relief the boy who lived flopped into a nearby chair and rested his head in his hands. What was he doing, going to Dumbledore just because of another dream. Lupin and Fawkes, they both died in this one though. Fawkes, Lupin, Sirius, His father, mother, they all died to protect him.
He didn't know what to do. Should he tell Dumbledore or not? Maybe he would want to know. Well, no use back tracking now, After all, he was half- way to the headmaster's office.
"'Ickle Potty have trouble sleeping? Students aren't suppose to be up at two in the morning" whispered an annoying voice in Harry's ear.
"Go away Peeves."
The one known as Peeves zoomed around the room throwing nasty insults at the teenage boy, laughing all the while. "'Ickle Potty in bad mood because 'ickle Potty jumped out of window and got bad booboos. Potty you dummy jumped off the windowsill and landed with a thud. The muggles didn't care, left him to die" he sang while parading around the room.
"Go away Peeves! I'm not asking I'm telling!" Harry hissed. He was beginning to regret leaving the hospital wing.
Footsteps echoed down the stone corridor, startling both Harry and Peeves. Peeves smirked and ran to see who it was.
"Over here Professor, 'ickle Potty is out of bed" he hollered waving his hand to the empty the classroom. Harry desperately wished he had closed the door earlier.
The head of Slytherin came running to the room. Greasy, black hair rested on the Professor's head. Black robes clung to his body. A small smirk formed on his lips. "Potter" he sneered "What are you doing out of the hospital wing? Surely Madame Pomfrey didn't let you let you out at this hour?"
"Professor Snape I-I need to talk to Professor Dumbledore. I had another dream about-"
"My, my Potter. Do you not remember the last dream you had? If I remember correctly you got your godfather killed. Not to mention nearly your friends" his smirk grew. Peeves grinned broadly behind him. "Do not bug the headmaster with your stupidity Potter. The man is busy enough as it is."
"But Professor" he started but then shut his mouth. He knew Snape was right. However a part of him still believed that he needed to tell Dumbledore. He simply nodded and turned to walk away.
"Potter."
The boy stopped in front of the door, his back to Snape and Peeves.
"Five points from Gryffindor for your sneaking about."
He nodded again and walked down the corridor. He started to fume now. What right did Snape have to speak of his godfather in that way? Harry knew Snape and Sirius weren't exactly the best of friends, but surely the man would be a bit more sympathetic towards his loss. Who was he kidding? This was Snape he was talking about. Snape, the man that loved to make Harry's life as miserable as possible. Then again, he had saved Harry's life more than numerous times. Maybe Snape wasn't as bad as Harry thought. Disgusted, the boy shook that thought out of his head.
All the while he let his feet guide him through the stone hallways of Hogwarts. He didn't realize where he was going until he found himself in front of the familiar portrait of a fat lady in a pink, silk dress. The woman was sound asleep. Sighing, he turned and went down the rotating staircases, carefully avoiding the trick steps. All around him occupants in portraits slept peacefully. The only light came from the moon beams that poured in through the windows.
Harry sighed. He really did miss sleeping in his four-post bed. Thoughts of the nights earlier events were pushed out of his mind. He began to wonder who his new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher was. He wondered if he was ever going to get his firebolt back and if he was going to be able to play Quidditch.
He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even realize he had stepped through a ghost until Goosebumps formed on his skin and a cold chill ran down his spine.
"Hello Harry. What are you doing up so late?" asked the voice of the Gryffindor ghost, Nearly Headless Nick.
"Hello Nick. Just going for a walk, I guess" he didn't really feel as if he should tell Nick about his dream or how he was going to see Dumbledore. They bid their good-byes and Harry continued to his journey to the hospital wing. When he at last reached his destination he slumped onto his mattress, pulled the covers to his chin and fell sound asleep.
* * *
The boy gleefully skipped down the marble staircase, down to the Great Hall. Madame Pomfrey had allowed him to eat breakfast with the rest of the school today. He threw open the grand doors and stepped inside, a foolish grin glued to his face. The ceiling of the Hall was a light blue. Fluffy, white clouds flew overhead. Candles floated above the five tables. Golden plates and goblets filled with food were placed on the tables. House banners hung on the walls. Behind the table which the Professors sat, the school banner, the letter H surrounded by a snake, a badger, a lion, and an eagle hung.
Everyone in the Great Hall stopped what they were doing as he frolicked toward the Gryffindor table. Whispers broke out, the smile slowly fading away as he listened to the almost silent talk of his peers.
"Look Hannah, it's Harry I'm Insane Potter" a Hufflepuff whispered to his friend Hannah.
"I heard he jumped out of a window because he didn't get his way."
"Oh yeah? I heard he killed the muggles he lived with!"
He solemnly sat down next to his best friends, Ron and Hermione. The hall remained silent, everyone's' eyes transfixed on the boy who lived.
"Ignore them Harry" said his red-headed friend Ron.
Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster, cleared his throat. The students in the hall went back to their food and chatter.
Harry spooned himself some oatmeal and fruit. "Who's the new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher?" he asked his best friends.
"You'll never believe this. Fluer Delacour! You would think she would work at Beuxbottoms, you know? Her English has gotten better though, and classes with her are always interesting. Last time we got to duel each other. Simple spells though, and nothing painful, but I'm not complaining" answered Ron while helping himself to some bacon.
"You should talk to Professor Dumbledore about getting your Firebolt back Harry. You should also ask him and Madame Hooch if you can play Quidditch. Are you out of the hospital wing for good now or just for breakfast?" Hermione questioned.
"Just breakfast."
"After dinner Ron and I will stop up there then and help you catch up with your lessons. I'll let you copy my notes if you need to. Being injured is no excuse for getting behind in your studies."
"Can I copy your notes too?"
"No Ron. Unlike you, Harry wasn't able to attend classes. If he was I'm sure he would take notes instead of throwing bits of parchment at Neville Longbottom" she scolded.
Ron muttered incoherently under his breathe. Harry smiled. A tap on his shoulder made him turn around in his seat. A boy named Dean Thomas looked at him strangely and then asked "Are the rumors true Harry? Did you really jump out of a window?"
Harry gulped and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Dean stared at him anxiously.
"Bug off Dean. It's none of your bloody business!" Ron Weasley stood from his seat and glared daggers at the other boy.
"It is my business Ronald" he sneered. "I don't want to share a dormitory with an insane person! Who knows what he might do while we're asleep!" The Great Hall went silent again, everyone watching the scene that had suddenly unfolded at the Gryffindor table.
"Insane!? Insane!? I'll show you insane!" Ron then ran over to the boy named Dean. He was about to punch the boy's face in when Harry and another boy named Neville held him back by the arms. The school professors came hurrying over and held Dean back. The two boys shouted nasty words and insults at each other. Hermione stood and tried to help Harry, Neville and the professors calm Ron down.
Professor McGonagall ended up having to put a silence charm on the two. They both became temporally mute. "Fifty points from Gryffindor each. Mr. Wesley, Mr. Thomas, my office now" with a glare at Harry she added "Mr. Potter. You too."
Several Slytherins chuckled but were soon hushed from the glare of the new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher. The three sixth-years slowly left the Great Hall, whispers following their leave. Hermione stared after her friends sadly, then sat down to finish her meal, Neville following suit.
Dumbledore and the other professors told the young wizards and witches to continue with their meal and to report to their classes as soon as they are finished. When the whispers died down Professor McGonagall hurried off to her office.
* * *
Harry jumped as the office door slammed closed. The head of Gryffindor came storming into the room, red in the face. Harry thought she looked a like a red balloon, only redder. She slammed her hands onto the oak- polished desk in her circular office. The magical objects on the bookshelves and her desk shook as she did so. Out of the corner of his eye Harry saw Dean jump.
"Never in my life have I seen two people from the same house quarrel like small children. I would think that people of your age would be mature enough to not fight like that. I must say, I am deeply disappointed and not to mention embarrassed of today's action. Considering the fact that no physical contact was able to be made, punishment will not be too severe.
"Mr. Thomas, you will receive four months detention and you will be assisting Mr. Filch clean the school every Saturday for the rest of the year. There will be no further Hogsmeade visits for you neither.
"As for you Mr. Weasley, you're not getting off so easily. A week's suspension from Hogwarts is in order for you. [Ron's mouth fell open, Dean looked slightly happy] You will be joining Mr. Thomas for detention. You will not be permitted to visit Hogsmeade for the next two years. [Ron whimpered, McGonagall noticed this] Mr. Weasley you will also be suspended from Quidditch for the remainder of this year." [Ron looked as if he were on the verge of tears.]
Harry couldn't help but feel guilty. If he hadn't jumped out of that window none of this would've happened. What would Mrs. and Mr. Weasley say to this? A nasty knot formed in Harry's stomach.
"Mr. Thomas, Mr. Weasley, go to the common room now, I need to speak to Mr. Potter."
"Professor I don't know if I feel comfortable sleeping in the same room as both of these-these" he seemed to be at a loss of words. McGonagall seemed to know what he was saying though.
"Mr. Thomas you will stay in that dormitory, consider this part of your punishment if you may." She ushered them out of her office, closing the door behind them. "Now, Mr. Potter, I believe we have yet to give you your broom and Quidditch position back."
A/N -I decided to change the way I write this. Tell me if you like or no like. Reviews are nice. (
He ran until he felt as if his legs were going to fall off. Muscles aching, he turned only to discover he had stopped before a wooden door. Curiosity getting the best of him, he opened the door and found himself in an unused classroom. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling and lingered in dark corners. A blanket of dust rested on the floor, book shelves, windowsills, desks, chairs, and other things of the kind. Beams of a half-moon leaked through the battered, mouth-eaten, violet curtains.
Sighing with relief the boy who lived flopped into a nearby chair and rested his head in his hands. What was he doing, going to Dumbledore just because of another dream. Lupin and Fawkes, they both died in this one though. Fawkes, Lupin, Sirius, His father, mother, they all died to protect him.
He didn't know what to do. Should he tell Dumbledore or not? Maybe he would want to know. Well, no use back tracking now, After all, he was half- way to the headmaster's office.
"'Ickle Potty have trouble sleeping? Students aren't suppose to be up at two in the morning" whispered an annoying voice in Harry's ear.
"Go away Peeves."
The one known as Peeves zoomed around the room throwing nasty insults at the teenage boy, laughing all the while. "'Ickle Potty in bad mood because 'ickle Potty jumped out of window and got bad booboos. Potty you dummy jumped off the windowsill and landed with a thud. The muggles didn't care, left him to die" he sang while parading around the room.
"Go away Peeves! I'm not asking I'm telling!" Harry hissed. He was beginning to regret leaving the hospital wing.
Footsteps echoed down the stone corridor, startling both Harry and Peeves. Peeves smirked and ran to see who it was.
"Over here Professor, 'ickle Potty is out of bed" he hollered waving his hand to the empty the classroom. Harry desperately wished he had closed the door earlier.
The head of Slytherin came running to the room. Greasy, black hair rested on the Professor's head. Black robes clung to his body. A small smirk formed on his lips. "Potter" he sneered "What are you doing out of the hospital wing? Surely Madame Pomfrey didn't let you let you out at this hour?"
"Professor Snape I-I need to talk to Professor Dumbledore. I had another dream about-"
"My, my Potter. Do you not remember the last dream you had? If I remember correctly you got your godfather killed. Not to mention nearly your friends" his smirk grew. Peeves grinned broadly behind him. "Do not bug the headmaster with your stupidity Potter. The man is busy enough as it is."
"But Professor" he started but then shut his mouth. He knew Snape was right. However a part of him still believed that he needed to tell Dumbledore. He simply nodded and turned to walk away.
"Potter."
The boy stopped in front of the door, his back to Snape and Peeves.
"Five points from Gryffindor for your sneaking about."
He nodded again and walked down the corridor. He started to fume now. What right did Snape have to speak of his godfather in that way? Harry knew Snape and Sirius weren't exactly the best of friends, but surely the man would be a bit more sympathetic towards his loss. Who was he kidding? This was Snape he was talking about. Snape, the man that loved to make Harry's life as miserable as possible. Then again, he had saved Harry's life more than numerous times. Maybe Snape wasn't as bad as Harry thought. Disgusted, the boy shook that thought out of his head.
All the while he let his feet guide him through the stone hallways of Hogwarts. He didn't realize where he was going until he found himself in front of the familiar portrait of a fat lady in a pink, silk dress. The woman was sound asleep. Sighing, he turned and went down the rotating staircases, carefully avoiding the trick steps. All around him occupants in portraits slept peacefully. The only light came from the moon beams that poured in through the windows.
Harry sighed. He really did miss sleeping in his four-post bed. Thoughts of the nights earlier events were pushed out of his mind. He began to wonder who his new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher was. He wondered if he was ever going to get his firebolt back and if he was going to be able to play Quidditch.
He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even realize he had stepped through a ghost until Goosebumps formed on his skin and a cold chill ran down his spine.
"Hello Harry. What are you doing up so late?" asked the voice of the Gryffindor ghost, Nearly Headless Nick.
"Hello Nick. Just going for a walk, I guess" he didn't really feel as if he should tell Nick about his dream or how he was going to see Dumbledore. They bid their good-byes and Harry continued to his journey to the hospital wing. When he at last reached his destination he slumped onto his mattress, pulled the covers to his chin and fell sound asleep.
* * *
The boy gleefully skipped down the marble staircase, down to the Great Hall. Madame Pomfrey had allowed him to eat breakfast with the rest of the school today. He threw open the grand doors and stepped inside, a foolish grin glued to his face. The ceiling of the Hall was a light blue. Fluffy, white clouds flew overhead. Candles floated above the five tables. Golden plates and goblets filled with food were placed on the tables. House banners hung on the walls. Behind the table which the Professors sat, the school banner, the letter H surrounded by a snake, a badger, a lion, and an eagle hung.
Everyone in the Great Hall stopped what they were doing as he frolicked toward the Gryffindor table. Whispers broke out, the smile slowly fading away as he listened to the almost silent talk of his peers.
"Look Hannah, it's Harry I'm Insane Potter" a Hufflepuff whispered to his friend Hannah.
"I heard he jumped out of a window because he didn't get his way."
"Oh yeah? I heard he killed the muggles he lived with!"
He solemnly sat down next to his best friends, Ron and Hermione. The hall remained silent, everyone's' eyes transfixed on the boy who lived.
"Ignore them Harry" said his red-headed friend Ron.
Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster, cleared his throat. The students in the hall went back to their food and chatter.
Harry spooned himself some oatmeal and fruit. "Who's the new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher?" he asked his best friends.
"You'll never believe this. Fluer Delacour! You would think she would work at Beuxbottoms, you know? Her English has gotten better though, and classes with her are always interesting. Last time we got to duel each other. Simple spells though, and nothing painful, but I'm not complaining" answered Ron while helping himself to some bacon.
"You should talk to Professor Dumbledore about getting your Firebolt back Harry. You should also ask him and Madame Hooch if you can play Quidditch. Are you out of the hospital wing for good now or just for breakfast?" Hermione questioned.
"Just breakfast."
"After dinner Ron and I will stop up there then and help you catch up with your lessons. I'll let you copy my notes if you need to. Being injured is no excuse for getting behind in your studies."
"Can I copy your notes too?"
"No Ron. Unlike you, Harry wasn't able to attend classes. If he was I'm sure he would take notes instead of throwing bits of parchment at Neville Longbottom" she scolded.
Ron muttered incoherently under his breathe. Harry smiled. A tap on his shoulder made him turn around in his seat. A boy named Dean Thomas looked at him strangely and then asked "Are the rumors true Harry? Did you really jump out of a window?"
Harry gulped and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Dean stared at him anxiously.
"Bug off Dean. It's none of your bloody business!" Ron Weasley stood from his seat and glared daggers at the other boy.
"It is my business Ronald" he sneered. "I don't want to share a dormitory with an insane person! Who knows what he might do while we're asleep!" The Great Hall went silent again, everyone watching the scene that had suddenly unfolded at the Gryffindor table.
"Insane!? Insane!? I'll show you insane!" Ron then ran over to the boy named Dean. He was about to punch the boy's face in when Harry and another boy named Neville held him back by the arms. The school professors came hurrying over and held Dean back. The two boys shouted nasty words and insults at each other. Hermione stood and tried to help Harry, Neville and the professors calm Ron down.
Professor McGonagall ended up having to put a silence charm on the two. They both became temporally mute. "Fifty points from Gryffindor each. Mr. Wesley, Mr. Thomas, my office now" with a glare at Harry she added "Mr. Potter. You too."
Several Slytherins chuckled but were soon hushed from the glare of the new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher. The three sixth-years slowly left the Great Hall, whispers following their leave. Hermione stared after her friends sadly, then sat down to finish her meal, Neville following suit.
Dumbledore and the other professors told the young wizards and witches to continue with their meal and to report to their classes as soon as they are finished. When the whispers died down Professor McGonagall hurried off to her office.
* * *
Harry jumped as the office door slammed closed. The head of Gryffindor came storming into the room, red in the face. Harry thought she looked a like a red balloon, only redder. She slammed her hands onto the oak- polished desk in her circular office. The magical objects on the bookshelves and her desk shook as she did so. Out of the corner of his eye Harry saw Dean jump.
"Never in my life have I seen two people from the same house quarrel like small children. I would think that people of your age would be mature enough to not fight like that. I must say, I am deeply disappointed and not to mention embarrassed of today's action. Considering the fact that no physical contact was able to be made, punishment will not be too severe.
"Mr. Thomas, you will receive four months detention and you will be assisting Mr. Filch clean the school every Saturday for the rest of the year. There will be no further Hogsmeade visits for you neither.
"As for you Mr. Weasley, you're not getting off so easily. A week's suspension from Hogwarts is in order for you. [Ron's mouth fell open, Dean looked slightly happy] You will be joining Mr. Thomas for detention. You will not be permitted to visit Hogsmeade for the next two years. [Ron whimpered, McGonagall noticed this] Mr. Weasley you will also be suspended from Quidditch for the remainder of this year." [Ron looked as if he were on the verge of tears.]
Harry couldn't help but feel guilty. If he hadn't jumped out of that window none of this would've happened. What would Mrs. and Mr. Weasley say to this? A nasty knot formed in Harry's stomach.
"Mr. Thomas, Mr. Weasley, go to the common room now, I need to speak to Mr. Potter."
"Professor I don't know if I feel comfortable sleeping in the same room as both of these-these" he seemed to be at a loss of words. McGonagall seemed to know what he was saying though.
"Mr. Thomas you will stay in that dormitory, consider this part of your punishment if you may." She ushered them out of her office, closing the door behind them. "Now, Mr. Potter, I believe we have yet to give you your broom and Quidditch position back."
A/N -I decided to change the way I write this. Tell me if you like or no like. Reviews are nice. (