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Another note: I just realised that they take their N.E.W.Ts in their seventh year and their O.W.Ls this year, I'll fix that mistake later, but I'll just point out that I realise my mistake.
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix- Chapter 23
The school was a-buzz about the attack on Hogsmeade. Harry listened absently as each student gave their account of what happened to the younger students, who couldn't go, and to the older students, who hadn't wanted to go. Harry and Ginny had been constantly bombarded with questions, since they were the only two to have actually been attacked by the Death Eaters and Dementors. Ginny had become even more withdrawn and silent since the attack and Harry became frustrated with the questions. Hermione and Ron were always standing, sitting or walking beside Harry to help him get rid of the curious people. If Harry had had it his way no one would have ever found out that he had saved Ginny. Unfortunately there was an article in the newspaper about the attack. Front page, too. There was a huge section about "Harry Potter's daring rescue". He sighed and poked at a lettuce leaf, disinterestedly.
"So, Christmas is coming up soon." Ron commented, trying to fill the silence between him and his friends. Harry nodded absently and put his fork down. Hermione stirred her hot chocolate, frowning.
"Mum wanted us to come back to the Burrow, but after the attack she feels it will be safer if we all stay at school. Dumbledore wouldn't have let you leave the school, anyway." Ron muttered, spearing a piece of chicken. Neither Hermione nor Harry answered. Ginny sat beside her brother, not speaking, not eating.
"Of course Mum wanted to see Ginny more than anything, but Dad convinced her that Gin was okay and that we'd all be safer if we stayed here." Still no answer. Ron sighed and put a halt to his failing attempt at making conversation.
"Come on, you guys, we'll be late for our last day." Hermione said quietly. Harry felt drained already and couldn't wait for the day to be finished so that the holidays could begin. Christmas was in a week, but Harry didn't feel in the holiday mood. He dragged himself out of his chair and followed Ron and Hermione to the Tower to get his books.
* * *
"Severus, you may have passed the test with the Veritaserum, but I know you did it!" Snape shrank back as a man with dark black hair accused him. Arabella cut in and stood before Snape. Snape was very pale and looked nervous.
"Please, Boots, leave Severus alone. He passed the test; he had nothing to do with the attack on Hogsmeade last Saturday." Dumbledore gazed at the Order sternly. Boots crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Snape with mounting dislike and mistrust.
"Excuse me, please," Snape muttered, pushing past the group in front of him, "I have a class to teach." The members parted, most looking at Snape with suspicious and mistrustful looks. Snape exited the room and blew out a breath in relief. He had no idea what was going on. Was someone trying to frame him? He couldn't figure out who it could be. Snape wasn't looking where he was walking as he hurried down the hall. If he had been he would have seen a pair of glowing yellow beams glaring at him from the shadows.
* * *
"Sit down, class, and pull out your books." Snape swept into the classroom and looked down at his group of fifth years. His eyes dropped on the boy with black hair, messily arranged on his head, the redhead, and the bushy- headed female. He studied them for a moment. They were all pale faced, foggy-eyed and looked as though their minds were a million miles away. They were also being uncharacteristically reserved. Normally they were whispering and laughing and Snape would have to glare down at them, yell or take points off Gryffindor to get them to be quiet. What was more, it was the last day of school before the Christmas holidays began. Even the Slytherin's were getting restless and excited and easily distracted. Snape quickly looked up and turned to the board to write down their ingredients for a sleeping potion.
Harry absently turned the page to his Potions book. He vaguely heard Seamus and Neville whispering about the holidays and how lucky they were that they didn't have exams before Christmas, like every other year before. For the O.W.Ls the students did their trial exams after Christmas, instead of before. It made Christmas a little more stressful than usual, but Harry was relieved that he hadn't had to do them yet. He doubted he would have done very well, his mind hadn't been on his studies the past week. Harry watched as Ron poured a litre of slug slime into the cauldron they were sharing. He was supposed to be chopping up the Venus Flytrap roots, but he was being distracted by a cloud that was forming in front of his eyes.
"Harry, I need the roots now. Harry?" Ron looked at his friend and saw the slack, blank look coming over his face again. Ron was momentarily frozen; he didn't know what to do. He then leaned over the table and caught Hermione's attention. Hermione turned around and saw the familiar look on Harry's face and shook him. Ron called his name, but the look on Harry's face went to the next stage. Now it was fear, confusion and curiosity. Snape had seen Hermione turned around and her and Ron, apparently, trying to wake Harry up.
"What is going on here?" Demanded Snape, sidling up to the trio. His lecture about interrupting his lesson was cut short when Harry began twitching and he began flailing around. He was knocked of balance and fell off his chair, onto the ground. Even that, though, didn't wake him. Snape turned to Hermione and Ron and demanded to know what was happening. The whole class had now turned their attention to Harry. Snuffles, who had been at the back of the room, came leaping forward to see to Harry. Just as he reached them, though, Harry sat up with a jerk. His eyes were wild and he was trembling.
"Potter, what is-" Snape was cut off when Harry leapt to his feet and grabbed Ron and Hermione's hands and dragged them out of the classroom. He pulled them into an extra room and waited until after he heard the soft steps of Snuffles and the loud, clipping, sound of Snape's strides descend down the hall. He turned to Ron and Hermione sharply.
Another note: I just realised that they take their N.E.W.Ts in their seventh year and their O.W.Ls this year, I'll fix that mistake later, but I'll just point out that I realise my mistake.
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix- Chapter 23
The school was a-buzz about the attack on Hogsmeade. Harry listened absently as each student gave their account of what happened to the younger students, who couldn't go, and to the older students, who hadn't wanted to go. Harry and Ginny had been constantly bombarded with questions, since they were the only two to have actually been attacked by the Death Eaters and Dementors. Ginny had become even more withdrawn and silent since the attack and Harry became frustrated with the questions. Hermione and Ron were always standing, sitting or walking beside Harry to help him get rid of the curious people. If Harry had had it his way no one would have ever found out that he had saved Ginny. Unfortunately there was an article in the newspaper about the attack. Front page, too. There was a huge section about "Harry Potter's daring rescue". He sighed and poked at a lettuce leaf, disinterestedly.
"So, Christmas is coming up soon." Ron commented, trying to fill the silence between him and his friends. Harry nodded absently and put his fork down. Hermione stirred her hot chocolate, frowning.
"Mum wanted us to come back to the Burrow, but after the attack she feels it will be safer if we all stay at school. Dumbledore wouldn't have let you leave the school, anyway." Ron muttered, spearing a piece of chicken. Neither Hermione nor Harry answered. Ginny sat beside her brother, not speaking, not eating.
"Of course Mum wanted to see Ginny more than anything, but Dad convinced her that Gin was okay and that we'd all be safer if we stayed here." Still no answer. Ron sighed and put a halt to his failing attempt at making conversation.
"Come on, you guys, we'll be late for our last day." Hermione said quietly. Harry felt drained already and couldn't wait for the day to be finished so that the holidays could begin. Christmas was in a week, but Harry didn't feel in the holiday mood. He dragged himself out of his chair and followed Ron and Hermione to the Tower to get his books.
* * *
"Severus, you may have passed the test with the Veritaserum, but I know you did it!" Snape shrank back as a man with dark black hair accused him. Arabella cut in and stood before Snape. Snape was very pale and looked nervous.
"Please, Boots, leave Severus alone. He passed the test; he had nothing to do with the attack on Hogsmeade last Saturday." Dumbledore gazed at the Order sternly. Boots crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Snape with mounting dislike and mistrust.
"Excuse me, please," Snape muttered, pushing past the group in front of him, "I have a class to teach." The members parted, most looking at Snape with suspicious and mistrustful looks. Snape exited the room and blew out a breath in relief. He had no idea what was going on. Was someone trying to frame him? He couldn't figure out who it could be. Snape wasn't looking where he was walking as he hurried down the hall. If he had been he would have seen a pair of glowing yellow beams glaring at him from the shadows.
* * *
"Sit down, class, and pull out your books." Snape swept into the classroom and looked down at his group of fifth years. His eyes dropped on the boy with black hair, messily arranged on his head, the redhead, and the bushy- headed female. He studied them for a moment. They were all pale faced, foggy-eyed and looked as though their minds were a million miles away. They were also being uncharacteristically reserved. Normally they were whispering and laughing and Snape would have to glare down at them, yell or take points off Gryffindor to get them to be quiet. What was more, it was the last day of school before the Christmas holidays began. Even the Slytherin's were getting restless and excited and easily distracted. Snape quickly looked up and turned to the board to write down their ingredients for a sleeping potion.
Harry absently turned the page to his Potions book. He vaguely heard Seamus and Neville whispering about the holidays and how lucky they were that they didn't have exams before Christmas, like every other year before. For the O.W.Ls the students did their trial exams after Christmas, instead of before. It made Christmas a little more stressful than usual, but Harry was relieved that he hadn't had to do them yet. He doubted he would have done very well, his mind hadn't been on his studies the past week. Harry watched as Ron poured a litre of slug slime into the cauldron they were sharing. He was supposed to be chopping up the Venus Flytrap roots, but he was being distracted by a cloud that was forming in front of his eyes.
"Harry, I need the roots now. Harry?" Ron looked at his friend and saw the slack, blank look coming over his face again. Ron was momentarily frozen; he didn't know what to do. He then leaned over the table and caught Hermione's attention. Hermione turned around and saw the familiar look on Harry's face and shook him. Ron called his name, but the look on Harry's face went to the next stage. Now it was fear, confusion and curiosity. Snape had seen Hermione turned around and her and Ron, apparently, trying to wake Harry up.
"What is going on here?" Demanded Snape, sidling up to the trio. His lecture about interrupting his lesson was cut short when Harry began twitching and he began flailing around. He was knocked of balance and fell off his chair, onto the ground. Even that, though, didn't wake him. Snape turned to Hermione and Ron and demanded to know what was happening. The whole class had now turned their attention to Harry. Snuffles, who had been at the back of the room, came leaping forward to see to Harry. Just as he reached them, though, Harry sat up with a jerk. His eyes were wild and he was trembling.
"Potter, what is-" Snape was cut off when Harry leapt to his feet and grabbed Ron and Hermione's hands and dragged them out of the classroom. He pulled them into an extra room and waited until after he heard the soft steps of Snuffles and the loud, clipping, sound of Snape's strides descend down the hall. He turned to Ron and Hermione sharply.