Disclaimer: No I don't own Harry Potter or any of the Characters except for
a few later on. J.K.Rowling wrote the foundation for this story.
It wasn't long after Cho left that Ron and Hermione finally met up with Harry. The apologized for being late but Harry listened only half heartedly, he was still thinking of Cho.
As the lunch trolley passed on by their compartment the three friends sat in their chairs loaded with sweets. Ron was going on about how the new prefects looked so lost and how they where not much help with keeping people in order, Harry found it hard not to point out to Ron that he and Hermione where the new prefects only the year before but Harry let him be. Hermione however was still remaining quite quiet, she had barely said much after they had found Harry, and it seemed to him that she was not listening to them anymore.
'What's got you all hushed up?' Ron asked her finally.
'Hmm? Oh, nothing.' She said quickly as she went back to where she was.
'No, really, what is it?' Ron pressed.
Hermione looked from Harry to Ron the whispered so low they could barely hear. 'The Death Eaters that escaped, and the giants that attacked Azkaban.' She said softy, 'this is a sign that Voldemort (Ron shuddered at the name but Hermione took no notice) is already powerful enough to make moves that are in the open. He must have gotten some more followers quickly enough.'
'Maybe he was desperate to get some help back so he had to attack then.' Ron ventured, 'He did lose a lot of his followers when, you know.'
Ron never mentioned Sirius's death around Harry, he and Hermione had decided that it would be best if they not mention it to him again until he was ready. But Harry finished it, 'when his followers got caught at the Department of Mysteries.'
Ron and Hermione exchanged worried glances, as though Harry's old temper would suddenly flare again but Harry remained quite calm. 'It's ok,' he said to his friends, 'Sirius is dead, and there's nothing that can be done. I miss him like you guys can't imagine, but I know that he wouldn't want me to dwell on his death. He would want me to move on.'
Ron and Hermione seemed to be satisfied with this answer as the tense look on their faces eased. They continued on with their previous conversations, Hermione included, and relaxed for the remainder of the journey.
Cedric did not come back to the compartment when they reached Hogworts, but they all left their things on the train was it would be carried up to castle for them so Harry presumed that Cedric had met someone he knew and went with them. As they disembarked from the train, a familiar voice rang over the noise of the crowd.
'First years over 'ere!'
Harry turned to see Hagrid leading a group of first years to the boats, after that he managed to squeeze his way over to Harry and the others. ' 'lright there Harry?'
'Fine Hagrid, how was your summer?' Harry answered as the enormous man beamed down at him.
'It was great! I managed to find some new creatures for the class this year! They're gonna be very interesting, gosh you guys are in for a treat.' Hagrid said still beaming.
'Hagrid they had better not me illegal.' Hermione warned him, Hagrid had a tendency to think dangerous and illegal creatures were interesting and harmless.
'Don't know what ye be talking about Hermione,' Hagrid said, 'They was all fine before.'
Harry, Ron and Hermione looked to each other, they remembered Hagrid's baby dragon he had in their first year, but they didn't want to bring that up now. Hagrid said good-bye quickly and after making sure that all the first-years where in the boats, set of across the lake. Harry and the other's made their way to the carriages that would take them to the castle, quite a few had left and only a couple remained behind. Harry saw that they were again not horseless carriages, but ones now pulled by the eerie looking Thestral. Harry gave an involuntary shudder at the sight of them but he moved into the carriage with his friends and before long he was on his was back to the castle and his 6th year.
As Harry and the others made their way to the castle, they ran into the group of students all waiting to go inside the castle. It was a cloudy night but there was a nice light breeze that kept most of the students cool. Soon the grand doors to the castle swung open and everyone went silent as Professor McGonagall had her way out to them.
'You all know the rules.' She called out, 'proceed straight into the Great Hall and go immediately to your house tables, there will be time later to converse with other students.'
With that the students began filing into the hall, but Professor McGonagall stayed where she was and watched them all like a hawk eyeing prey. When Harry and his friends passed by her she called him over.
'Potter, you are to go to Professor Dumbledore's office immediately. Don't look so worried he merely has something to tell you.'
With that she proceeded quickly back into the Great Hall as the first- years where assembling there. Ron and Hermione said good-bye to Harry quickly as they too were swept along with the crowd and forced to their seats. Soon Harry was alone in main hall as he started to make his way up to Dumbledore's office.
Harry didn't pay much attention to where he was going; he knew the way quite well and his mind wondered what Dumbledore needed to say to him so urgently. It wasn't long before Harry came to the staircase leading to Dumbledore's office, when Harry remembered that he didn't have the password to get in. But as he approached the stairwell, they sprung to life and allowed him to enter.
As Harry pushed open the door to Dumbledore's office, he noticed that aside from the paintings of the old head masters, there was no one around. As he walked in slowly, some of the paintings took notice of him, while others simply talked amongst themselves.
'Dumbledore said he would be up soon,' a painting spoke from Harry's left, 'He wanted to see that everything started out alright.'
Harry nodded at the painting and sat down in one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk. A single warm note pierced the silence of the office, Harry turned to see Fawks, Dumbledore's phoenix, sitting on a perch close to the desk. Harry arose form his chair and patted the bird gently, it sat there quietly, enjoying the attention it was getting.
Suddenly the door opened and closed softly, Harry turned to see Dumbledore enter the room and cross quickly to his desk.
'I am afraid Harry that we must be very brief as the sorting will be done before we now it.' He began as they both sat down, 'I have asked you to come here for a very serious reason. As you know Azkaban prison was attacked earlier today, and few of the Death Eaters imprisoned there have escaped.'
Harry could feel the weight of every word; it was as these words were to be the last he heard for some time. But Dumbledore continued on, 'Harry I must now ask you a question, the one you have asked to come here and answer. Have to dreamed or felt anything unusual lately?'
Harry sat there for a second, the scanned all his memory but found nothing, 'no, not apart from Sirius's-'
There was a little poof of smoke that appeared suddenly next to the desk, nothing floated down but just the smoke. Dumbledore sighed as he looked at Harry, 'The sorting's almost done we must hurry. It is as I feared then, Voldemort did not arrange this attack himself.'
'Who would do that if it wasn't one of his followers?' Harry asked.
Dumbledore rose as did Harry following suit. As they made for the door Dumbledore answered, 'It was certainly one of his followers but if he did not know about it, either wise you would have felt a sting in your scar. Someone else planned this.'
As they made their way back to the Great Hall Harry noticed that Dumbledore seemed much more older then he ever had, as if the world was weighing on his shoulders. As they neared the doors to the hall Harry suddenly clasped his hands over his head, a sharp pain raced through it.
'He knows' Harry said as they stopped, 'He's both pleased and angry.'
'Not surprising.' Dumbledore said staring off into space. They stood there for minute in silence, Professor McGonagall's voice could be heard calling out 'Richardson, Farris.' Professor Dumbledore snapped out of his trance and looked at Harry.
'Are you sure you never had sign of this?'
'I'm sure.' Harry said.
'Alright, we must be getting back.' As Harry moved to the doors Dumbledore left for the other door down the hall that was next to the teacher's table.
'Harry,' Dumbledore said, Harry stopped and looked at him. His eye's twinkled, 'Try and enjoy the feast.'
Author's Note: First off, I'm SO sorry for taking a long time for this chapter; I know that you all must be frustrated with the wait but this year has a nice little course load for me, but I can guarantee you that this story will be finished, and that I will try much harder to get these up faster. So bare with me please as I get settled into school again and in the meantime, remember to review!
P.S.-Perhaps there maybe be some more appearances of someone to help make up for the wait!
It wasn't long after Cho left that Ron and Hermione finally met up with Harry. The apologized for being late but Harry listened only half heartedly, he was still thinking of Cho.
As the lunch trolley passed on by their compartment the three friends sat in their chairs loaded with sweets. Ron was going on about how the new prefects looked so lost and how they where not much help with keeping people in order, Harry found it hard not to point out to Ron that he and Hermione where the new prefects only the year before but Harry let him be. Hermione however was still remaining quite quiet, she had barely said much after they had found Harry, and it seemed to him that she was not listening to them anymore.
'What's got you all hushed up?' Ron asked her finally.
'Hmm? Oh, nothing.' She said quickly as she went back to where she was.
'No, really, what is it?' Ron pressed.
Hermione looked from Harry to Ron the whispered so low they could barely hear. 'The Death Eaters that escaped, and the giants that attacked Azkaban.' She said softy, 'this is a sign that Voldemort (Ron shuddered at the name but Hermione took no notice) is already powerful enough to make moves that are in the open. He must have gotten some more followers quickly enough.'
'Maybe he was desperate to get some help back so he had to attack then.' Ron ventured, 'He did lose a lot of his followers when, you know.'
Ron never mentioned Sirius's death around Harry, he and Hermione had decided that it would be best if they not mention it to him again until he was ready. But Harry finished it, 'when his followers got caught at the Department of Mysteries.'
Ron and Hermione exchanged worried glances, as though Harry's old temper would suddenly flare again but Harry remained quite calm. 'It's ok,' he said to his friends, 'Sirius is dead, and there's nothing that can be done. I miss him like you guys can't imagine, but I know that he wouldn't want me to dwell on his death. He would want me to move on.'
Ron and Hermione seemed to be satisfied with this answer as the tense look on their faces eased. They continued on with their previous conversations, Hermione included, and relaxed for the remainder of the journey.
Cedric did not come back to the compartment when they reached Hogworts, but they all left their things on the train was it would be carried up to castle for them so Harry presumed that Cedric had met someone he knew and went with them. As they disembarked from the train, a familiar voice rang over the noise of the crowd.
'First years over 'ere!'
Harry turned to see Hagrid leading a group of first years to the boats, after that he managed to squeeze his way over to Harry and the others. ' 'lright there Harry?'
'Fine Hagrid, how was your summer?' Harry answered as the enormous man beamed down at him.
'It was great! I managed to find some new creatures for the class this year! They're gonna be very interesting, gosh you guys are in for a treat.' Hagrid said still beaming.
'Hagrid they had better not me illegal.' Hermione warned him, Hagrid had a tendency to think dangerous and illegal creatures were interesting and harmless.
'Don't know what ye be talking about Hermione,' Hagrid said, 'They was all fine before.'
Harry, Ron and Hermione looked to each other, they remembered Hagrid's baby dragon he had in their first year, but they didn't want to bring that up now. Hagrid said good-bye quickly and after making sure that all the first-years where in the boats, set of across the lake. Harry and the other's made their way to the carriages that would take them to the castle, quite a few had left and only a couple remained behind. Harry saw that they were again not horseless carriages, but ones now pulled by the eerie looking Thestral. Harry gave an involuntary shudder at the sight of them but he moved into the carriage with his friends and before long he was on his was back to the castle and his 6th year.
As Harry and the others made their way to the castle, they ran into the group of students all waiting to go inside the castle. It was a cloudy night but there was a nice light breeze that kept most of the students cool. Soon the grand doors to the castle swung open and everyone went silent as Professor McGonagall had her way out to them.
'You all know the rules.' She called out, 'proceed straight into the Great Hall and go immediately to your house tables, there will be time later to converse with other students.'
With that the students began filing into the hall, but Professor McGonagall stayed where she was and watched them all like a hawk eyeing prey. When Harry and his friends passed by her she called him over.
'Potter, you are to go to Professor Dumbledore's office immediately. Don't look so worried he merely has something to tell you.'
With that she proceeded quickly back into the Great Hall as the first- years where assembling there. Ron and Hermione said good-bye to Harry quickly as they too were swept along with the crowd and forced to their seats. Soon Harry was alone in main hall as he started to make his way up to Dumbledore's office.
Harry didn't pay much attention to where he was going; he knew the way quite well and his mind wondered what Dumbledore needed to say to him so urgently. It wasn't long before Harry came to the staircase leading to Dumbledore's office, when Harry remembered that he didn't have the password to get in. But as he approached the stairwell, they sprung to life and allowed him to enter.
As Harry pushed open the door to Dumbledore's office, he noticed that aside from the paintings of the old head masters, there was no one around. As he walked in slowly, some of the paintings took notice of him, while others simply talked amongst themselves.
'Dumbledore said he would be up soon,' a painting spoke from Harry's left, 'He wanted to see that everything started out alright.'
Harry nodded at the painting and sat down in one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk. A single warm note pierced the silence of the office, Harry turned to see Fawks, Dumbledore's phoenix, sitting on a perch close to the desk. Harry arose form his chair and patted the bird gently, it sat there quietly, enjoying the attention it was getting.
Suddenly the door opened and closed softly, Harry turned to see Dumbledore enter the room and cross quickly to his desk.
'I am afraid Harry that we must be very brief as the sorting will be done before we now it.' He began as they both sat down, 'I have asked you to come here for a very serious reason. As you know Azkaban prison was attacked earlier today, and few of the Death Eaters imprisoned there have escaped.'
Harry could feel the weight of every word; it was as these words were to be the last he heard for some time. But Dumbledore continued on, 'Harry I must now ask you a question, the one you have asked to come here and answer. Have to dreamed or felt anything unusual lately?'
Harry sat there for a second, the scanned all his memory but found nothing, 'no, not apart from Sirius's-'
There was a little poof of smoke that appeared suddenly next to the desk, nothing floated down but just the smoke. Dumbledore sighed as he looked at Harry, 'The sorting's almost done we must hurry. It is as I feared then, Voldemort did not arrange this attack himself.'
'Who would do that if it wasn't one of his followers?' Harry asked.
Dumbledore rose as did Harry following suit. As they made for the door Dumbledore answered, 'It was certainly one of his followers but if he did not know about it, either wise you would have felt a sting in your scar. Someone else planned this.'
As they made their way back to the Great Hall Harry noticed that Dumbledore seemed much more older then he ever had, as if the world was weighing on his shoulders. As they neared the doors to the hall Harry suddenly clasped his hands over his head, a sharp pain raced through it.
'He knows' Harry said as they stopped, 'He's both pleased and angry.'
'Not surprising.' Dumbledore said staring off into space. They stood there for minute in silence, Professor McGonagall's voice could be heard calling out 'Richardson, Farris.' Professor Dumbledore snapped out of his trance and looked at Harry.
'Are you sure you never had sign of this?'
'I'm sure.' Harry said.
'Alright, we must be getting back.' As Harry moved to the doors Dumbledore left for the other door down the hall that was next to the teacher's table.
'Harry,' Dumbledore said, Harry stopped and looked at him. His eye's twinkled, 'Try and enjoy the feast.'
Author's Note: First off, I'm SO sorry for taking a long time for this chapter; I know that you all must be frustrated with the wait but this year has a nice little course load for me, but I can guarantee you that this story will be finished, and that I will try much harder to get these up faster. So bare with me please as I get settled into school again and in the meantime, remember to review!
P.S.-Perhaps there maybe be some more appearances of someone to help make up for the wait!
