Chapter 2 - The Announcement
Harry woke up to the sound of munching. Ron, who slept next to him, was chewing noisily on a chocolate frog. Upon further inspection, the boy had a much larger cache of goodies in front of him. Harry blinked, "Uhm, Ron, where did you get all of that candy?"
"Oh, Fred and George gave it to me...said they didn't want it." Ron's eyes went wide, and he hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom faster than Harry could've thought possible. He came out a few moments later, his face pale and his eyes still wide. "I must be bloody stupid." He shook his head, and sat down on Harry's bed.
"Yeah, Ron. Do you really think Fred and George would just give up candy? Probably put an Emasculation Curse on it."
Ron blinked, the first time his eyes had moved for a while. "A what?!"
"An Emasculation Curse. I've heard them talking about it." Harry felt bad. After all, if nothing had happened to Ron yet, nothing probably will. And not much was worse to a teenage boy than loosing your.well.you know.
Ron looked down, not from embarrassment, but to check to see if he had everything intact. "I don't think it's gone." He winced.
"Maybe we should have Hermione check. HERMIO..mphmphp!!" Ron had successfully dived and put his hand tightly over Harry's very loud mouth. Harry loved to tease Ron about his obvious crush on Hermione.
"Don't you dare, Potter!!" Despite everything though, both of their eyes twinkled with amusement, which was surprising to Harry, considering Ron might lose a rather important part of his upcoming manhood in the next hour.
Harry tapped on his friend's hand, in which Ron promptly took his hand away. "Uhm, Ron, what time is it?"
"Oh blimey! We'll be late for breakfast!" Ron quickly got up and began to dress. Harry tried not to laugh and heroically succeeded. After all, HE wouldn't be eager for breakfast if he had just eaten enough candy to satisfy Dudley's appetite. Harry got dressed as well, and the two headed down to breakfast. Entering the Great Hall on Halloween was always a treat, no pun intended. There were huge floating jack-o-lanterns, courtesy of Hagrid's ever productive pumpkin patch, orange and black hung from the walls like proud banners, and the pumpkin juice always seemed to be better on Halloween. They took their usual seats next to Hermione, who was reading a rather small book while chewing on sausage. A whoosh of air made Harry and Ron look up, noticing the owls had just come in.
"I wonder if I'll get anything today," said Ron sarcastically. The last letter he had gotten was a Howler from his mother, for reasons he never told Harry and Hermione about. Harry grinned and waited to see if he was going to get anything. Something caught his eye, and saw that the headmaster was giving a strangely blue colored owl a piece of bacon, then proceeded to untie a rolled up piece of parchment from the bird's legs. Harry nudged Ron, who was reading over Hermione's shoulder at the obviously boring book she was trying to explain to Ron. Ron looked almost relieved at Harry's interruption and quickly looked to where he was pointing. They both saw Professor Dumbledore read the note carefully, then smile and stand. The room went quiet immediately, as if he had flipped on a switch.
"Students, it seems we will be getting some company tonight for the Halloween feast." The room went up again in chatter expectantly, and Dumbledore raised his hand for silence. "My granddaughter Sarah will be visiting us for a while. I do hope you'll make her feel welcome while at our school." Fred and George spoke up, also expectantly.
"Is she a looker!" The Great Hall experienced a good amount of laughter, except for the Slytherin table, which simply sneered. Dumbledore's eyes glittered, looking at the twins
"I do believe I'm a biased old man, so I shall leave the.ah.gawking to the experts" This made Fred and George blush a bit, much to the enjoyment of the Slytherins. Hermione rolled her eyes, and continued reading her book but managed to keep her ears on Dumbledore. "My granddaughter is a former student of this school, and a former Gryffindor," more sneering from the Slytherins, "So she will be staying in that dormitory. Now that that announcement is made, please continue to enjoy your breakfast." Dumbledore sat down and the blue owl flapped off and out the window.
Harry pondered for the moment, then looked to Ron, "I wonder what Dumbledore's granddaughter is like." Ron shrugged, eyeing Fred and George. "I don't know, but if you'll excuse me. I must have a little talk with my brothers about those chocolates. Ron slipped out of his chair and over to the twins, leaving Harry to think.
Harry woke up to the sound of munching. Ron, who slept next to him, was chewing noisily on a chocolate frog. Upon further inspection, the boy had a much larger cache of goodies in front of him. Harry blinked, "Uhm, Ron, where did you get all of that candy?"
"Oh, Fred and George gave it to me...said they didn't want it." Ron's eyes went wide, and he hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom faster than Harry could've thought possible. He came out a few moments later, his face pale and his eyes still wide. "I must be bloody stupid." He shook his head, and sat down on Harry's bed.
"Yeah, Ron. Do you really think Fred and George would just give up candy? Probably put an Emasculation Curse on it."
Ron blinked, the first time his eyes had moved for a while. "A what?!"
"An Emasculation Curse. I've heard them talking about it." Harry felt bad. After all, if nothing had happened to Ron yet, nothing probably will. And not much was worse to a teenage boy than loosing your.well.you know.
Ron looked down, not from embarrassment, but to check to see if he had everything intact. "I don't think it's gone." He winced.
"Maybe we should have Hermione check. HERMIO..mphmphp!!" Ron had successfully dived and put his hand tightly over Harry's very loud mouth. Harry loved to tease Ron about his obvious crush on Hermione.
"Don't you dare, Potter!!" Despite everything though, both of their eyes twinkled with amusement, which was surprising to Harry, considering Ron might lose a rather important part of his upcoming manhood in the next hour.
Harry tapped on his friend's hand, in which Ron promptly took his hand away. "Uhm, Ron, what time is it?"
"Oh blimey! We'll be late for breakfast!" Ron quickly got up and began to dress. Harry tried not to laugh and heroically succeeded. After all, HE wouldn't be eager for breakfast if he had just eaten enough candy to satisfy Dudley's appetite. Harry got dressed as well, and the two headed down to breakfast. Entering the Great Hall on Halloween was always a treat, no pun intended. There were huge floating jack-o-lanterns, courtesy of Hagrid's ever productive pumpkin patch, orange and black hung from the walls like proud banners, and the pumpkin juice always seemed to be better on Halloween. They took their usual seats next to Hermione, who was reading a rather small book while chewing on sausage. A whoosh of air made Harry and Ron look up, noticing the owls had just come in.
"I wonder if I'll get anything today," said Ron sarcastically. The last letter he had gotten was a Howler from his mother, for reasons he never told Harry and Hermione about. Harry grinned and waited to see if he was going to get anything. Something caught his eye, and saw that the headmaster was giving a strangely blue colored owl a piece of bacon, then proceeded to untie a rolled up piece of parchment from the bird's legs. Harry nudged Ron, who was reading over Hermione's shoulder at the obviously boring book she was trying to explain to Ron. Ron looked almost relieved at Harry's interruption and quickly looked to where he was pointing. They both saw Professor Dumbledore read the note carefully, then smile and stand. The room went quiet immediately, as if he had flipped on a switch.
"Students, it seems we will be getting some company tonight for the Halloween feast." The room went up again in chatter expectantly, and Dumbledore raised his hand for silence. "My granddaughter Sarah will be visiting us for a while. I do hope you'll make her feel welcome while at our school." Fred and George spoke up, also expectantly.
"Is she a looker!" The Great Hall experienced a good amount of laughter, except for the Slytherin table, which simply sneered. Dumbledore's eyes glittered, looking at the twins
"I do believe I'm a biased old man, so I shall leave the.ah.gawking to the experts" This made Fred and George blush a bit, much to the enjoyment of the Slytherins. Hermione rolled her eyes, and continued reading her book but managed to keep her ears on Dumbledore. "My granddaughter is a former student of this school, and a former Gryffindor," more sneering from the Slytherins, "So she will be staying in that dormitory. Now that that announcement is made, please continue to enjoy your breakfast." Dumbledore sat down and the blue owl flapped off and out the window.
Harry pondered for the moment, then looked to Ron, "I wonder what Dumbledore's granddaughter is like." Ron shrugged, eyeing Fred and George. "I don't know, but if you'll excuse me. I must have a little talk with my brothers about those chocolates. Ron slipped out of his chair and over to the twins, leaving Harry to think.