Heart to Heart
Chapter 5: Monday Morning Potion
Monday morning dawned dull and dreary. The weather mirrored Harry and Ron's moods, completely. Monday morning meant one thing and one thing only - Double Potions, with the Slytherins. They would have to spend a double period shut up in one of the dungeons with Snape and Malfoy. Three times a week, Harry, Ron and Hermione had potions, but Monday was the worst. Not only was it Monday, the most horrid day of the week, but it was Double Potions, the only day they had that particular length of their least favorite class.
After getting ready to face the bleak and dingy potions classroom, Harry, Ron and Hermione proceeded to the Great Hall together.
They sat down at the Gryffindor table and Hermione had barely spread marmalade on her toast when several people approached them. Ginny, Neville, Dean, Seamus, and Luna Lovegood were among the group. The trio eyed each other questioningly as the other students sat around them.
"Um.hi," said Harry, awkwardly. He didn't have the faintest idea as to why they had all suddenly decided to join them.
"Have you seen the paper?" Neville asked them, very seriously. Harry looked anxious.
When the mail had arrived, Hermione had gotten her usual copy of The Daily Prophet, but had been too busy telling Ron off for not finishing his Potions essay, she had simply laid it aside, and forgotten about it. At Neville's words, however, she snatched at it and opened it to the front page, where the Heading was:
Massive Azkaban Breakout
Hermione slowly turned pale and raised her hand to cover her mouth that was wide open with shock as her eyes darted across the page. Harry and Ron waited nervously for her to finish; it seemed to take a lifetime.
Hermione finished and handed the paper to Harry and Ron. Ron looked down at the article that was directly under the headline and into the faces of ten Death Eaters, among whom were Antonin Dolohov, Bellatrix Lestrange, and Augustus Rookwood and he could suddenly tell why Hermione looked so terrified.
Once Harry and Ron finished reading they looked over the paper at the DA members and a terrified looking Hermione.
Harry laid the newspaper down where several of the escaped death eaters looked up to the seemingly non-existent ceiling.
Hermione's eyes kept darting down to the pictures and she would suck in long, slow breaths, Ron, who had been looking at her noticed where she was looking, saw Antonin Dolohov glowering at her, and turned the paper over. She looked up at him and was about to say something when Neville spoke and she turned her attention to him, Ron reluctantly followed.
"I know that we have a great Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but." Neville trailed off.
"We want to start it up again.you can never be too prepared" Ginny finished for him.
Harry didn't need to ask what she meant, he, Ron and Hermione all instantly knew what she was talking about. Harry thought for a moment, last year they started having DA meetings, but slowly they stopped, after about two or three they just didn't seem necessary anymore, the DA didn't hold the same meaning that it once did.
Nothing had really happened.
This thought scared Harry more than the article he had just read.
Nothing had really happened.
Nothing had happened during his fifth year, but that was because Voldemort was lying low, but now even the Minister of Magic couldn't deny it anymore, he was back.
What was going on? Sure there'd been some murders, things the Muggles tried to turn into nothing, but even Muggles had to realize something was happening, after last week. These attacks were different, though. They were horrible, yes, but they didn't feel right. These attacks seemed too brutal and careless to be part of the plan Voldemort had in mind - like restless Death Eater, looking for a good time.
And now this breakout, it just didn't make since, or did it.
Harry felt more unease than ever before, he had never felt completely comfortable, but now.something wasn't right, something was going to happen, something big and something soon.
Harry looked up at Ron and Hermione and the rest of the DA, "Okay, we'll meet tonight, the Room of Requirement, after dinner"
~*~
Harry, Ron and Hermione were some of the last to potions that morning, they entered the dark and dank room, and took their seats at the back, just as Snape glided in behind them, shutting the door and proceeding to the front of the room. "I will be collecting your essays now, and then you will start on your Vendictious Venom" he pointed his wand at the black board where words suddenly appeared "your instructions are on the board"
Snape prowled around the room collecting essays from the students. There weren't nearly as many people as were two years ago, this was infact his smallest class. Potions was already a subject most wanted to give up, so when they found the opportunity, they didn't hesitate.
This class, being so small, consisted of students from each house, most of them infact were prefects, all of the seventh year prefects were here. There were also a few people from other houses he didn't know, one boy from Ravenclaw barely even looked up from taking notes, and worked alone on potions.
Snape came around to their table and eyed them suspiciously, but didn't comment, which surprised Harry, but he didn't have time to think about this, his eyes fell on something unusual, or rather the lack of someone - Malfoy wasn't there.
Harry elbowed Ron.
"Ow, Harry wha -"
Harry nodded in the direction of Pansy Parkinson, the only other Slytherin, who always sat next to Malfoy. Ron stared to, but then he elbowed Hermione and she too took in the curious sight.
Potions continued, however, and Harry was forced to concentrate some what harder, but Harry could barely take his eyes off Pansy (and it wasn't just his usual amazement she'd made it in this class, or the fact that her potion was purple when it was suppose to be black, and was now giving off green smoke) - she was smiling, a self-satisfied smile, she wore it every time she caught Harry's eye.
"Your Vindictious Venom will need to sit until we meet next, place your cauldrons on the back shelf, and we will finish next class" The bell rang.
Hermione, who had done practically the whole thing on her own (except for when Ron tried to help, but added too many dragonfly wings), did as Snape said and put the cauldron in the back of the room, picked up her bag, and stood directly in front of Harry and Ron, scowling.
They both looked up and Harry said quickly "Let's go to Lunch"
Chapter 5: Monday Morning Potion
Monday morning dawned dull and dreary. The weather mirrored Harry and Ron's moods, completely. Monday morning meant one thing and one thing only - Double Potions, with the Slytherins. They would have to spend a double period shut up in one of the dungeons with Snape and Malfoy. Three times a week, Harry, Ron and Hermione had potions, but Monday was the worst. Not only was it Monday, the most horrid day of the week, but it was Double Potions, the only day they had that particular length of their least favorite class.
After getting ready to face the bleak and dingy potions classroom, Harry, Ron and Hermione proceeded to the Great Hall together.
They sat down at the Gryffindor table and Hermione had barely spread marmalade on her toast when several people approached them. Ginny, Neville, Dean, Seamus, and Luna Lovegood were among the group. The trio eyed each other questioningly as the other students sat around them.
"Um.hi," said Harry, awkwardly. He didn't have the faintest idea as to why they had all suddenly decided to join them.
"Have you seen the paper?" Neville asked them, very seriously. Harry looked anxious.
When the mail had arrived, Hermione had gotten her usual copy of The Daily Prophet, but had been too busy telling Ron off for not finishing his Potions essay, she had simply laid it aside, and forgotten about it. At Neville's words, however, she snatched at it and opened it to the front page, where the Heading was:
Massive Azkaban Breakout
Hermione slowly turned pale and raised her hand to cover her mouth that was wide open with shock as her eyes darted across the page. Harry and Ron waited nervously for her to finish; it seemed to take a lifetime.
Hermione finished and handed the paper to Harry and Ron. Ron looked down at the article that was directly under the headline and into the faces of ten Death Eaters, among whom were Antonin Dolohov, Bellatrix Lestrange, and Augustus Rookwood and he could suddenly tell why Hermione looked so terrified.
Once Harry and Ron finished reading they looked over the paper at the DA members and a terrified looking Hermione.
Harry laid the newspaper down where several of the escaped death eaters looked up to the seemingly non-existent ceiling.
Hermione's eyes kept darting down to the pictures and she would suck in long, slow breaths, Ron, who had been looking at her noticed where she was looking, saw Antonin Dolohov glowering at her, and turned the paper over. She looked up at him and was about to say something when Neville spoke and she turned her attention to him, Ron reluctantly followed.
"I know that we have a great Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but." Neville trailed off.
"We want to start it up again.you can never be too prepared" Ginny finished for him.
Harry didn't need to ask what she meant, he, Ron and Hermione all instantly knew what she was talking about. Harry thought for a moment, last year they started having DA meetings, but slowly they stopped, after about two or three they just didn't seem necessary anymore, the DA didn't hold the same meaning that it once did.
Nothing had really happened.
This thought scared Harry more than the article he had just read.
Nothing had really happened.
Nothing had happened during his fifth year, but that was because Voldemort was lying low, but now even the Minister of Magic couldn't deny it anymore, he was back.
What was going on? Sure there'd been some murders, things the Muggles tried to turn into nothing, but even Muggles had to realize something was happening, after last week. These attacks were different, though. They were horrible, yes, but they didn't feel right. These attacks seemed too brutal and careless to be part of the plan Voldemort had in mind - like restless Death Eater, looking for a good time.
And now this breakout, it just didn't make since, or did it.
Harry felt more unease than ever before, he had never felt completely comfortable, but now.something wasn't right, something was going to happen, something big and something soon.
Harry looked up at Ron and Hermione and the rest of the DA, "Okay, we'll meet tonight, the Room of Requirement, after dinner"
~*~
Harry, Ron and Hermione were some of the last to potions that morning, they entered the dark and dank room, and took their seats at the back, just as Snape glided in behind them, shutting the door and proceeding to the front of the room. "I will be collecting your essays now, and then you will start on your Vendictious Venom" he pointed his wand at the black board where words suddenly appeared "your instructions are on the board"
Snape prowled around the room collecting essays from the students. There weren't nearly as many people as were two years ago, this was infact his smallest class. Potions was already a subject most wanted to give up, so when they found the opportunity, they didn't hesitate.
This class, being so small, consisted of students from each house, most of them infact were prefects, all of the seventh year prefects were here. There were also a few people from other houses he didn't know, one boy from Ravenclaw barely even looked up from taking notes, and worked alone on potions.
Snape came around to their table and eyed them suspiciously, but didn't comment, which surprised Harry, but he didn't have time to think about this, his eyes fell on something unusual, or rather the lack of someone - Malfoy wasn't there.
Harry elbowed Ron.
"Ow, Harry wha -"
Harry nodded in the direction of Pansy Parkinson, the only other Slytherin, who always sat next to Malfoy. Ron stared to, but then he elbowed Hermione and she too took in the curious sight.
Potions continued, however, and Harry was forced to concentrate some what harder, but Harry could barely take his eyes off Pansy (and it wasn't just his usual amazement she'd made it in this class, or the fact that her potion was purple when it was suppose to be black, and was now giving off green smoke) - she was smiling, a self-satisfied smile, she wore it every time she caught Harry's eye.
"Your Vindictious Venom will need to sit until we meet next, place your cauldrons on the back shelf, and we will finish next class" The bell rang.
Hermione, who had done practically the whole thing on her own (except for when Ron tried to help, but added too many dragonfly wings), did as Snape said and put the cauldron in the back of the room, picked up her bag, and stood directly in front of Harry and Ron, scowling.
They both looked up and Harry said quickly "Let's go to Lunch"
