Note: I would like to thank David305 for his review as it pointed out my
mistakes in the story. He told me that he was trying not to be negative and
I appreciate that as I'm open to suggestions on how to improve my story and
his advice is taken into consideration. Sorry for taking so long to write,
my school schedule has been killing me!!! I will try to write as much as I
can. Enjoy!!!
The sixth years quickly entered the Great Hall and sat down at their respective house tables. Ron's stomach was already starting to growl in protest and he grumbled about the Sorting process being too long. Hermione silenced him with a glare. It was always fun to watch each new first year being sorted into their different houses as the Sorting hat always gave interesting comments about some of them. When Professor McGonnagal entered the hall with a long line of scared looking first-years, everybody fell silent. She placed the patched and filthy looking Sorting hat on a stool and unrolled a scroll of parchment before reading out names. As each name was read out, Ron's stomach growled louder, thankfully not so loud that everybody could hear. When all of the first-years were finally sorted, Professor Dumbledore stood up and the hall went quiet once again. 'Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. I hope that you enjoyed your summer and that you all are ready to start learning new things. But we must always enjoy a good meal before work and so, let the feast begin.' Harry and Ron agreed with Dumbledore and soon tucked into the wonderful spread before them. As Harry helped himself to some mashed potatoes, he listened to the conversations around the table. Ron and Hermione were arguing about quidditch, Dean and Seamus were sharing jokes with each other, occasionally breaking out in uncontrollable laughter, and Ginny was talking to her fifth- year friends. Harry glanced at the teachers table. Hagrid and Professor Lupin were deep in conversation, Professor McGonnagal was speaking rapidly to Dumbledore and Professor Sinistra and Professor Flitwick were waving their wands in the air, drawing diagrams of weird looking contraptions. However, Harry concentrated on one particular teacher-Professor Snape. Snape was glaring at Lupin with the same look of loathing that he gave Harry when they crossed paths. Harry remembered the incident with the Pensieve the year before, when he intruded into Snape's private thoughts. Harry had learnt the truth about his father, who was not as saintly as he thought. Snape took his gaze off Lupin and stared at Harry for a moment before continuing to eat. Harry knew that he was in Snape's N.E.W.T class and felt revolted at the thought of spending another year in his class. However, he quickly shook off that feeling as he knew that he needed Potions to become an auror. Harry shelved his thoughts and returned to his food, attacking it with earnest.
An hour later, everybody had eaten their share and felt like bursting. Fatigue soon overcame them and they were led to their common rooms. They trudged up the stairs to their dormitories and quickly changed into their pyjamas before hitting the sack. That night, Harry had a weird dream. He was walking along a stone hewn corridor that was illuminated by green torches, there was a room at the end of the corridor with it's door closed. He finally reached the door and was about to open the door when he was awoken by a scratching at the window. He opened his bed hangings and saw an owl outside the window. He quickly got out of bed, opened the window and retrieved the piece of parchment from its leg. He quickly opened it and read: Harry,
Meet me at the Entrance Hall at midnight. I need to talk to you urgently.
Hagrid.
Harry looked at the time, it was a quarter to midnight. He quickly changed out of his pyjamas and headed for the Entrance Hall. When he got there, Hagrid was waiting for him, looking very apprehensive. 'What is it Hagrid? Couldn't this have waited until the morning?' Hagrid shook his head and said, 'not here Harry, follow me to my cabin.' Harry nodded and followed him. When they got there, Hagrid opened the door and Fang the boarhound let out a loud bark. Hagrid silenced Fang and motioned Harry to sit down while he made some tea. Harry busied himself over the next few minutes by scratching Fang behind the ears, who laid his head on Harry's lap.
When Hagrid finally finished making tea, he settled down and composed himself before speaking. 'Harry, the reason that I called you over so late was because I've been very worried. Olympe, Madame Maxime to you, has been spying on You Know Who for Dumbledore and she has found out that You Know Who is planning a great war of some sort. It includes you in it, maybe as a pawn, but she wasn't so sure. I suggest that you better keep out of trouble, especially Malfoy because of his father and all. Dumbledore has been worried about these plans and he says that you should watch your back. Listen to him, Harry, it is for your own good.' Harry opened his mouth to protest. 'Why is it that everybody has been treating me like a little child as if I can't take care of myself. I know what Voldemort is capable of, HE KILLED MY PARENTS!!!' Harry was seething by now and had to calmed down by Hagrid, who placed a mug of tea in his hands and asked him to drink. 'I know you are more than capable, Harry, but we all are worried about you. We cannot let you be taken prisoner by them Death Eaters.' Hagrid's face was now a mixture of fear and confusion. Their meeting was over.
Hagrid led Harry back to the castle in silence. Harry was still seething from the discussion that they just had. Hagrid brought him to the portrait of the fat lady. Harry was about to say goodnight but Hagrid had already begun to walk away. His anger had ebbed away and now it was replaced by a feeling of remorse. He shouldn't have shouted at Hagrid. It wasn't his fault and he was only concerned about Harry's well-being. Harry made a mental note to apologise to Hagrid the next day. He quietly slipped back into his pyjamas and got into bed. He couldn't sleep as his head was now buzzing with thoughts and memories. It was during these times that he wished Sirius was around to set him straight.
The sixth years quickly entered the Great Hall and sat down at their respective house tables. Ron's stomach was already starting to growl in protest and he grumbled about the Sorting process being too long. Hermione silenced him with a glare. It was always fun to watch each new first year being sorted into their different houses as the Sorting hat always gave interesting comments about some of them. When Professor McGonnagal entered the hall with a long line of scared looking first-years, everybody fell silent. She placed the patched and filthy looking Sorting hat on a stool and unrolled a scroll of parchment before reading out names. As each name was read out, Ron's stomach growled louder, thankfully not so loud that everybody could hear. When all of the first-years were finally sorted, Professor Dumbledore stood up and the hall went quiet once again. 'Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. I hope that you enjoyed your summer and that you all are ready to start learning new things. But we must always enjoy a good meal before work and so, let the feast begin.' Harry and Ron agreed with Dumbledore and soon tucked into the wonderful spread before them. As Harry helped himself to some mashed potatoes, he listened to the conversations around the table. Ron and Hermione were arguing about quidditch, Dean and Seamus were sharing jokes with each other, occasionally breaking out in uncontrollable laughter, and Ginny was talking to her fifth- year friends. Harry glanced at the teachers table. Hagrid and Professor Lupin were deep in conversation, Professor McGonnagal was speaking rapidly to Dumbledore and Professor Sinistra and Professor Flitwick were waving their wands in the air, drawing diagrams of weird looking contraptions. However, Harry concentrated on one particular teacher-Professor Snape. Snape was glaring at Lupin with the same look of loathing that he gave Harry when they crossed paths. Harry remembered the incident with the Pensieve the year before, when he intruded into Snape's private thoughts. Harry had learnt the truth about his father, who was not as saintly as he thought. Snape took his gaze off Lupin and stared at Harry for a moment before continuing to eat. Harry knew that he was in Snape's N.E.W.T class and felt revolted at the thought of spending another year in his class. However, he quickly shook off that feeling as he knew that he needed Potions to become an auror. Harry shelved his thoughts and returned to his food, attacking it with earnest.
An hour later, everybody had eaten their share and felt like bursting. Fatigue soon overcame them and they were led to their common rooms. They trudged up the stairs to their dormitories and quickly changed into their pyjamas before hitting the sack. That night, Harry had a weird dream. He was walking along a stone hewn corridor that was illuminated by green torches, there was a room at the end of the corridor with it's door closed. He finally reached the door and was about to open the door when he was awoken by a scratching at the window. He opened his bed hangings and saw an owl outside the window. He quickly got out of bed, opened the window and retrieved the piece of parchment from its leg. He quickly opened it and read: Harry,
Meet me at the Entrance Hall at midnight. I need to talk to you urgently.
Hagrid.
Harry looked at the time, it was a quarter to midnight. He quickly changed out of his pyjamas and headed for the Entrance Hall. When he got there, Hagrid was waiting for him, looking very apprehensive. 'What is it Hagrid? Couldn't this have waited until the morning?' Hagrid shook his head and said, 'not here Harry, follow me to my cabin.' Harry nodded and followed him. When they got there, Hagrid opened the door and Fang the boarhound let out a loud bark. Hagrid silenced Fang and motioned Harry to sit down while he made some tea. Harry busied himself over the next few minutes by scratching Fang behind the ears, who laid his head on Harry's lap.
When Hagrid finally finished making tea, he settled down and composed himself before speaking. 'Harry, the reason that I called you over so late was because I've been very worried. Olympe, Madame Maxime to you, has been spying on You Know Who for Dumbledore and she has found out that You Know Who is planning a great war of some sort. It includes you in it, maybe as a pawn, but she wasn't so sure. I suggest that you better keep out of trouble, especially Malfoy because of his father and all. Dumbledore has been worried about these plans and he says that you should watch your back. Listen to him, Harry, it is for your own good.' Harry opened his mouth to protest. 'Why is it that everybody has been treating me like a little child as if I can't take care of myself. I know what Voldemort is capable of, HE KILLED MY PARENTS!!!' Harry was seething by now and had to calmed down by Hagrid, who placed a mug of tea in his hands and asked him to drink. 'I know you are more than capable, Harry, but we all are worried about you. We cannot let you be taken prisoner by them Death Eaters.' Hagrid's face was now a mixture of fear and confusion. Their meeting was over.
Hagrid led Harry back to the castle in silence. Harry was still seething from the discussion that they just had. Hagrid brought him to the portrait of the fat lady. Harry was about to say goodnight but Hagrid had already begun to walk away. His anger had ebbed away and now it was replaced by a feeling of remorse. He shouldn't have shouted at Hagrid. It wasn't his fault and he was only concerned about Harry's well-being. Harry made a mental note to apologise to Hagrid the next day. He quietly slipped back into his pyjamas and got into bed. He couldn't sleep as his head was now buzzing with thoughts and memories. It was during these times that he wished Sirius was around to set him straight.