Chapter 3: Arrivial
They sat, and they watched, and they listened as they tried their best not to doze off. At least Harry and Draco tried not to; unlike Ron who had already fallen asleep with his head in his hand. Hermione was paying close attention - and taking notes - to the things that were said and planned so they could have a head start on everything. Hermione gently shook him awake. "Huh? Wha?" said Ron. "Ron," whispered Hermione. "Wake up. You'll get in trouble if you fall asleep." Ron nodded and checked his watch: 7:17. He sighed and continued to listen to the professors as they went on about thing he knew nothing about.
About 5 minutes later Harry could have sworn he heard a faint cry of a bird, but then shook it off as his imagination. Then moments later he heard it again; it sounded as if it was coming from behind him. And on some weird impulse, he turned his head to stare at the wall, until he was nudged by Ron. "Hey Harry what's wrong?" he whispered. Harry turned back in his chair to face Ron and replied "nothing". Just as soon as the word fell from his lips, Fawks, Dumbledores's phoenix, soared above their heads and circled the room.
Dumbledore stopped his in mid-sentence and said "Fawks?" The red phoenix flew over and perched on his desk. "Now how did you get in here?" He asked as he absent mindedly stroked the birds feathers. There was only one window in the room, but the shutters on it were closed. All of a sudden, Harry hissed in pain as his scar burned and stung like no tomorrow. Voldemort was dead and the death eaters were imprisoned in Azkaban, so why was the damned thing stinging?! Everyone turned to see what was going on, but Sirius was the first to Harry's aid - on account of he was sitting right beside him. "Harry what's wrong?" he asked, face showing nothing but concern and worry.
Harry felt like someone was holding a match way too close to his forehead. He heard Sirius when he asked what was wrong. How the hell was he supposed to know?! He never knew what was going on with the darn scar. He could also feel everyone's eyes on him, waiting. ".I, I don't know." he managed to squeeze out through the pain, as he clutched his head.
He could fell something in the back of his head - a small fuzzy feeling. He tilted his head to the left, and the fuzziness went in the other direction. He turned to the right and it did the same the again. It felt as if someone was pulling his head back; pulling it back to turn around. He turned around and looked at the wall. And he saw a black dot that had diffidently not been there a few minutes ago.
He pointed to it and they followed his gaze to the back wall, watching as it grew to the size of a fist, then a plate. "It's coming form that?" asked Remus. (A/N sorry forgot to tell you Remus is the DADA professor). Harry only nodded and winced in pain. Taking this as a threat everyone in the room stood, Dumbledore taking a place beside Harry, their wands drawn.
The black spot grew bigger till it was the size of an archway; all that was visible was swirling, black fog. No one made a sound; they could hear faint shuffling sounds, like someone moving around. Then they heard foot steps growing closer and louder. Fawks gave a cry from Dumbledore's desk and the cry was returned form the void. Fawks flew from the desk and into it. Then they were confirmed that the noises were foot steps as a dark figure emerged with Fawks on its shoulder.
They sat, and they watched, and they listened as they tried their best not to doze off. At least Harry and Draco tried not to; unlike Ron who had already fallen asleep with his head in his hand. Hermione was paying close attention - and taking notes - to the things that were said and planned so they could have a head start on everything. Hermione gently shook him awake. "Huh? Wha?" said Ron. "Ron," whispered Hermione. "Wake up. You'll get in trouble if you fall asleep." Ron nodded and checked his watch: 7:17. He sighed and continued to listen to the professors as they went on about thing he knew nothing about.
About 5 minutes later Harry could have sworn he heard a faint cry of a bird, but then shook it off as his imagination. Then moments later he heard it again; it sounded as if it was coming from behind him. And on some weird impulse, he turned his head to stare at the wall, until he was nudged by Ron. "Hey Harry what's wrong?" he whispered. Harry turned back in his chair to face Ron and replied "nothing". Just as soon as the word fell from his lips, Fawks, Dumbledores's phoenix, soared above their heads and circled the room.
Dumbledore stopped his in mid-sentence and said "Fawks?" The red phoenix flew over and perched on his desk. "Now how did you get in here?" He asked as he absent mindedly stroked the birds feathers. There was only one window in the room, but the shutters on it were closed. All of a sudden, Harry hissed in pain as his scar burned and stung like no tomorrow. Voldemort was dead and the death eaters were imprisoned in Azkaban, so why was the damned thing stinging?! Everyone turned to see what was going on, but Sirius was the first to Harry's aid - on account of he was sitting right beside him. "Harry what's wrong?" he asked, face showing nothing but concern and worry.
Harry felt like someone was holding a match way too close to his forehead. He heard Sirius when he asked what was wrong. How the hell was he supposed to know?! He never knew what was going on with the darn scar. He could also feel everyone's eyes on him, waiting. ".I, I don't know." he managed to squeeze out through the pain, as he clutched his head.
He could fell something in the back of his head - a small fuzzy feeling. He tilted his head to the left, and the fuzziness went in the other direction. He turned to the right and it did the same the again. It felt as if someone was pulling his head back; pulling it back to turn around. He turned around and looked at the wall. And he saw a black dot that had diffidently not been there a few minutes ago.
He pointed to it and they followed his gaze to the back wall, watching as it grew to the size of a fist, then a plate. "It's coming form that?" asked Remus. (A/N sorry forgot to tell you Remus is the DADA professor). Harry only nodded and winced in pain. Taking this as a threat everyone in the room stood, Dumbledore taking a place beside Harry, their wands drawn.
The black spot grew bigger till it was the size of an archway; all that was visible was swirling, black fog. No one made a sound; they could hear faint shuffling sounds, like someone moving around. Then they heard foot steps growing closer and louder. Fawks gave a cry from Dumbledore's desk and the cry was returned form the void. Fawks flew from the desk and into it. Then they were confirmed that the noises were foot steps as a dark figure emerged with Fawks on its shoulder.
