"Uh-oh." said Ron, with a look of fear.
"What!?" asked Harry and Hermione.
"My dad'll be worse than me when he hears that Percy-" but he was cut off by an enraged yell from the alley.
"Wow." said Harry in surprise. "I thought your mom yelled loud."
The yelling continued.
"Come on." said Hermione, covering her ears and leading them to the Three Broomsticks. When they got inside, Ron went over to get drinks. Harry and Hermione sat down. When Ron joined them, Harry realized something.
"I though McGonagall was supposed to bring down Lupin?"
"Yeah, I thought so too." said Ron. "Wonder what happened?"
"I don't know, but none of the teachers would disregard a message from Dumbledore on purpose." said Hermione. Just then, Lupin walked in.
"Speak of the devil." mumbled Harry. Ron and Hermione looked up, and seeing Lupin, waved. Lupin acknowledged then, and went to join them.
"Hello you three. Hello Harry."
"Hi." Harry said quietly.
"Dumbledore told me the whole story. He's having Arthur guard the alley. He was pretty mad though, at least, he was still steaming when I arrived. Anyway, I came in here to tell you, not to repeat what you have heard."
"Dumbledore already told me not to. Until it was asked for." replied Harry. "Whatever that means." he shrugged. Lupin nodded at the three of them and left. They looked out the window and saw Hagrid amble slowly past, followed closely by Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, and Moody. They stayed in the Three Broomsticks a little while longer, then they got up to leave.
"Today was, interesting." said Hermione, grabbing Ron's hand, so he wouldn't punch it again, since his hands were now free.
"Yeah, sure was." said Harry, squinting at the dot in the distance that was Hagrid. They walked back up to the school, and were relieved to get inside, because it was a strangely chilly afternoon. As they walked up to the common room, they were ambushed by half of the D.A. members.
"When's the next meeting?" demanded Michael Corner.
"We don't know yet." said Hermione, freeing herself, Harry, and Ron from the mob.
They were able to get away safely, but a few members followed them for a while.
"Pass-"
"Titilandus." cut in Ron. The fat lady looked sternly at Ron, who returned the stern look, before swinging open.
"Are you hungry?" asked Hermione.
"I don't know." shrugged Harry. "But dinner doesn't start for about half an hour."
"True." replied Hermione. "Very true."
Ron looked at her for a second, then looked down at his feet. "Percy-"
Hermione quickly grabbed his hand, because he made a move to punch something.
"Is the biggest git in the world!" He yanked his hand free of Hermione's grasp, and punched the side of the chair. Harry was sure he heard more than one thing crack. When Ron removed his hand, Harry saw a sizable dent in the side, and Ron's hand was bleeding, and steadily turning bluer.
"Ron!" sighed Hermione. "Why'd you do that? You need to go to Madam Pomfrey!"
"I'll go after dinner." he said grumpily. Hermione cast Harry an exasperated look. Harry only shrugged. She glared at him, and Harry understood.
"Ron, you should really go to the hospital wing. Come on, I'll take you."
"Fine." Ron slumped out of the chair an stalked out behind Harry.
"Why did you do that?" Harry pointed at Ron's hand.
"I dunno." Ron shrugged. They didn't talk for the rest of the trip to the hospital wing. When Ron showed her his hand, she sighed. With a wave of her wand it was healed.
"You two just head to the great hall. Dinner will be starting shortly."
Harry and Ron nodded. Ron was about to punch his hand again, but seeing the look of worry on Harry's face, he put both hands down.
"Sorry." he said.
"Hey, if he was my brother, I'd be doing the same thing." reassured Harry
"It's not just that. He knows this is the one thing he can do to offend the entire family." said Ron. "He's doing it to spite us." he added bitterly, as they entered the great hall. Harry thought about for a second, but his thoughts were interrupted by a yell from Hermione. They walked over to her and sat down. Ron, Harry was happy to see, had stopped punching his hand. Instead, he was taking his anger out on his baked potato, which Harry was sure would soon become a pulp. Harry helped himself to some pork chops, and watched the progression of Ron's potato with interest. When Ron's potato strongly resembled the consistency of the gravy across the table, he stopped and put some steak on his plate.
"Ron, are you even going to eat that?" asked Hermione, pointing at his potatoes with her fork.
"I don't know." Ron was now poking his steak violently.
"Ron, just eat your food. Take out your anger tomorrow in Snape's class. We're still doing the Polyjuice potion." Harry smiled. Ron stopped attacking his steak and cut off a piece.
"Ok." he said, before shoving the steak in his mouth. Hermione looked jealously at Harry, but stopped to finish her dinner. Ron was still fuming when he and Harry were getting ready for bead.
"Ron, just let it go." said Harry. He was really starting to get worried.
"I'm trying. Maybe some sleep will help." he added as an afterthought.
"Yeah, maybe." said Harry. "Well, 'night, Ron."
"Night, Harry."
When Ron woke the next morning, he seemed to have forgotten the previous day. Harry was happy to see him the normal color, and not fuming red.
"Come on, lets get breakfast." said Ron, in a very cheery voice.
"Ok, sure." said Harry. He finished getting dressed and walked down to breakfast with Ron. Hermione was already sitting down when they arrived.
"Hello, you two. Glad to see you happy, Ron." she added, pouring herself more coffee. At first, Harry thought Ron would start turning red again, but he smiled and sat down beside Harry. Harry piled eggs, bacon, and hash brown onto his plate.
"Here." said Hermione. She poured Harry a large cup of coffee.
"Er, thanks, Hermione." He took a sip. Ron was busy piling bacon and sausage onto his plate, and making a small house with them at the same time. Harry and Hermione exchanged curious looks. Hermione was stifling a laugh. Harry on the other hand, was watching the bacon and sausage form. Ron was building very fast. In ten minutes time, Harry could decipher what it was supposed to be. He nudged Hermione and pointed to Ron's plate. She gasped. Ron was building an almost perfect replica of the Burrow.
"Wow." Hermione whispered. "Ron, that's amazing." Ron's tongue was in between his teeth, as he nodded in thanks. Hermione laughed. As time went by, more people started to notice his architecture. Another Ten minutes later, it was finished. Half of the Gryffindor table had stood up and moved closer to see. They all applauded when he finished. Ron looked around at those applauding. He had been under the impression only Harry and Hermione were watching. He blushed red.
"I was bored." he whispered, as the Gryffindors slowly went back to their own seats.
"Nothing wrong with that." said Hermione. "Ron, are you going to eat that, masterpiece?"
"Yeah, but I'll need help." said Ron.
"Ok." said Harry, pulling off the sausage chimney and eating it. Ron laughed as he pulled of the bacon front door and ate it. Hermione just pulled off a random bit of house. For the rest of breakfast, they slowly demolished the house. Only bits of the roof were left when they got up.
"I don't think I'll be eating bacon for a while." said Ron.
"So, no bacon 'till breakfast tomorrow, right?" said Hermione with a laugh.
"Yeah, of coarse." responded Ron. He smiled.
"While, thank goodness it's still the weekend." sighed Harry.
"Yeah, no kidding." said Ron. He looked as though the memory of the previous day was rising in him again.
"Well, I'm going to go to the grounds." said Hermione.
"I'll come with." said Ron. "See you Harry."
"Yeah, see you." Harry waved goodbye. When he got to the common room, a handsome owl was sitting on top of one of the chairs.
"Hermes." Harry muttered under hi breath. Luckily Ron wasn't there, of Hermes wouldn't be there either. Resisting his urge to turn around, Harry walked up, and took the letter, addressed to him. Hermes sat on his shoulder while he read.
Dear Harry,
Please forgive my previous rudeness. I have very little time to write this letter. I will be in great danger if this letter is intercepted. Harry, I must warn you now. You, as well as my family, and Hermione, are in danger. You must know now, I am working for the Order.
Harry now understood, why Dumbledore smiled at Sirius. Perhaps Sirius knew Percy was in the Order.
I am frightened, each day, for the danger I may bring to myself, and others. None of my family know, and I'd prefer they didn't, until I am ready to tell them. I am pretending to be a loyal follower of Voldemort. The murder I had supposedly committed, was staged, in a very convincing way. The person is live and well in Saint Mungo's. I still will get close to my family, as I told them I would. I will try and patch up what I can. You cannot, whatever you do, respond to this letter. I can only trust that you will take to heart this letter. Last year, I wanted nothing more, than to see you alone. But now, I understand, that we all must stay together. My blood turns to ice when Voldemort speaks to me. But my eyes show full devotion. He has called his followers many times, and my forearm burns like white fire. And I go. Hoping to gather information, useful to the Order. I know Ron will be taking it hard, and my father will not trust me, unless you tell them. Keep this letter safe. Show it to no one, except trusted members of the Order. When I tell my family this, keep the letter close. In case they do not believe. Harry, you must listen. Be careful, and trust only those, you know you can trust. I must go now.
take care, and listen to my warnings. Percy.
Harry re-read the letter twice, and couldn't help but believe it. He walked up to the dormitory and pulled out his mirror. "Sirius." the mirror fogged and Sirius appeared.
"Why did Dumbledore smile at you in that alley?" he asked.
"I don't know what you mean." said Sirius quite unconvincingly
"I know what it was about. I just got this." Harry held the letter to the mirror. Sirius read very fast.
"Ah." he whispered. "So, you are one of the very few who know about him. Good. We don't want many to know yet."
"What about his family?" protested Harry.
"They can't know yet. Not until he sees fit."
Harry sighed.
"Harry, I know you don't need another burden. But regard his wish."
"I will." Harry whispered. "Well, bye Sirius."
"Good bye. And, Harry?" Harry looked down. "Listen to the letter. re- read it many times, if you must. That is all."
And with a whirl of fog, Harry saw his own reflection. Harry looked out the window. He could see Ron and Hermione sitting under the tree. Hermione was getting up, slipping a book in her bag. Ron got up as well. The two of them started to walk back up to the castle, talking on the way. Just then, an owl Harry didn't know, flew up to the window. He opened the window, and it flew onto his shoulder. Harry looked at the letter, and smiled. It was from Krum, and addressed to Hermione. He walked down to the common room, and waited for Hermione and Ron get back. When they stumbled through the portrait hole, Hermione gasped.
Harry had begun stroking the owl, who was now dozing. "It's a letter from Krum." said Harry, tossing the letter to her. Hermione opened the letter. It was at least two feet of parchment. Hermione was reading the letter as she sat down. She suddenly blushed.
"What?" demanded Ron.
"Nothing." squeaked Hermione, shoving the letter into her robes. "N- nothing." she repeated. Harry and Ron exchanged confused looks. Harry felt his own robes, where Percy's letter was carefully stashed.
"Some thing wrong, Harry?" asked Ron.
"No, nothing." responded Harry, in the same tone as Hermione. Ron gave Harry a confused look, then shrugged.
"Oh, Harry, I meant to ask you, did you find out what Dumbledore smiling at Sirius and Sirius nodding meant?" inquired Hermione.
"Yeah, I found out." Harry said cautiously
"Who told you?" asked Ron.
"Er, someone, someone from, from the Order." Harry whispered.
"Who, as in a name." Ron aid impatiently.
"I, I can't tell you." Harry said truthfully.
"Why not?" Hermione and Ron demanded.
"I told them I wouldn't. Well, I technically didn't tell them, but they trust I won't tell anyone."
"You can tell us." Ron said, hopefully.
"No, I can't tell anybody." Hermione and Ron looked at him. Harry looked at his feet. "Even you."
"OH." said Ron. He looked hurt. This was one of the first times Harry hadn't shared something with him
"I'm sorry." Harry said. Ron looked away. "Look, I told the person I'd keep their secret! Only three people know this person's in the Order! And until they want others to know, I have to keep my mouth shut!" Harry was beginning to understand how hard it would be for him to keep this secret. But he would be true to his word. To Percy, and to Sirius.
"Sorry, Harry." said Ron, looking at his feet. "I'm sorry. It's just, everything with Percy, I'll never trust him again."
Harry felt a jolt of what felt like guilt, pain, and sadness in his stomach. How would Percy's family be able to trust him again.
Because, I'll help him. Thought Harry. No matter what it takes, I'll help Percy gain his family's trust again.
"Harry, you ok?" asked Hermione. "You look sick."
"To much bacon." Harry said.
"Oh. Well, some sun might do you good. Come on." Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him off the chair.
"Fine."
The three of them started to walk downstairs, Harry's hand still protectively clutching Percy's letter. Unpleasantly, they bumped into Snape, who eyed Harry suspiciously.
"What's that you've got in your pocket, Potter?"
"Nothing." harry said, much to quickly.
"Is that so?" Snape asked. He reached down and wrenched the letter from Harry's grasp. Fear filled Harry. All color drained from Snape's face.
"Potter, come with me."
"What!?" asked Harry and Hermione.
"My dad'll be worse than me when he hears that Percy-" but he was cut off by an enraged yell from the alley.
"Wow." said Harry in surprise. "I thought your mom yelled loud."
The yelling continued.
"Come on." said Hermione, covering her ears and leading them to the Three Broomsticks. When they got inside, Ron went over to get drinks. Harry and Hermione sat down. When Ron joined them, Harry realized something.
"I though McGonagall was supposed to bring down Lupin?"
"Yeah, I thought so too." said Ron. "Wonder what happened?"
"I don't know, but none of the teachers would disregard a message from Dumbledore on purpose." said Hermione. Just then, Lupin walked in.
"Speak of the devil." mumbled Harry. Ron and Hermione looked up, and seeing Lupin, waved. Lupin acknowledged then, and went to join them.
"Hello you three. Hello Harry."
"Hi." Harry said quietly.
"Dumbledore told me the whole story. He's having Arthur guard the alley. He was pretty mad though, at least, he was still steaming when I arrived. Anyway, I came in here to tell you, not to repeat what you have heard."
"Dumbledore already told me not to. Until it was asked for." replied Harry. "Whatever that means." he shrugged. Lupin nodded at the three of them and left. They looked out the window and saw Hagrid amble slowly past, followed closely by Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, and Moody. They stayed in the Three Broomsticks a little while longer, then they got up to leave.
"Today was, interesting." said Hermione, grabbing Ron's hand, so he wouldn't punch it again, since his hands were now free.
"Yeah, sure was." said Harry, squinting at the dot in the distance that was Hagrid. They walked back up to the school, and were relieved to get inside, because it was a strangely chilly afternoon. As they walked up to the common room, they were ambushed by half of the D.A. members.
"When's the next meeting?" demanded Michael Corner.
"We don't know yet." said Hermione, freeing herself, Harry, and Ron from the mob.
They were able to get away safely, but a few members followed them for a while.
"Pass-"
"Titilandus." cut in Ron. The fat lady looked sternly at Ron, who returned the stern look, before swinging open.
"Are you hungry?" asked Hermione.
"I don't know." shrugged Harry. "But dinner doesn't start for about half an hour."
"True." replied Hermione. "Very true."
Ron looked at her for a second, then looked down at his feet. "Percy-"
Hermione quickly grabbed his hand, because he made a move to punch something.
"Is the biggest git in the world!" He yanked his hand free of Hermione's grasp, and punched the side of the chair. Harry was sure he heard more than one thing crack. When Ron removed his hand, Harry saw a sizable dent in the side, and Ron's hand was bleeding, and steadily turning bluer.
"Ron!" sighed Hermione. "Why'd you do that? You need to go to Madam Pomfrey!"
"I'll go after dinner." he said grumpily. Hermione cast Harry an exasperated look. Harry only shrugged. She glared at him, and Harry understood.
"Ron, you should really go to the hospital wing. Come on, I'll take you."
"Fine." Ron slumped out of the chair an stalked out behind Harry.
"Why did you do that?" Harry pointed at Ron's hand.
"I dunno." Ron shrugged. They didn't talk for the rest of the trip to the hospital wing. When Ron showed her his hand, she sighed. With a wave of her wand it was healed.
"You two just head to the great hall. Dinner will be starting shortly."
Harry and Ron nodded. Ron was about to punch his hand again, but seeing the look of worry on Harry's face, he put both hands down.
"Sorry." he said.
"Hey, if he was my brother, I'd be doing the same thing." reassured Harry
"It's not just that. He knows this is the one thing he can do to offend the entire family." said Ron. "He's doing it to spite us." he added bitterly, as they entered the great hall. Harry thought about for a second, but his thoughts were interrupted by a yell from Hermione. They walked over to her and sat down. Ron, Harry was happy to see, had stopped punching his hand. Instead, he was taking his anger out on his baked potato, which Harry was sure would soon become a pulp. Harry helped himself to some pork chops, and watched the progression of Ron's potato with interest. When Ron's potato strongly resembled the consistency of the gravy across the table, he stopped and put some steak on his plate.
"Ron, are you even going to eat that?" asked Hermione, pointing at his potatoes with her fork.
"I don't know." Ron was now poking his steak violently.
"Ron, just eat your food. Take out your anger tomorrow in Snape's class. We're still doing the Polyjuice potion." Harry smiled. Ron stopped attacking his steak and cut off a piece.
"Ok." he said, before shoving the steak in his mouth. Hermione looked jealously at Harry, but stopped to finish her dinner. Ron was still fuming when he and Harry were getting ready for bead.
"Ron, just let it go." said Harry. He was really starting to get worried.
"I'm trying. Maybe some sleep will help." he added as an afterthought.
"Yeah, maybe." said Harry. "Well, 'night, Ron."
"Night, Harry."
When Ron woke the next morning, he seemed to have forgotten the previous day. Harry was happy to see him the normal color, and not fuming red.
"Come on, lets get breakfast." said Ron, in a very cheery voice.
"Ok, sure." said Harry. He finished getting dressed and walked down to breakfast with Ron. Hermione was already sitting down when they arrived.
"Hello, you two. Glad to see you happy, Ron." she added, pouring herself more coffee. At first, Harry thought Ron would start turning red again, but he smiled and sat down beside Harry. Harry piled eggs, bacon, and hash brown onto his plate.
"Here." said Hermione. She poured Harry a large cup of coffee.
"Er, thanks, Hermione." He took a sip. Ron was busy piling bacon and sausage onto his plate, and making a small house with them at the same time. Harry and Hermione exchanged curious looks. Hermione was stifling a laugh. Harry on the other hand, was watching the bacon and sausage form. Ron was building very fast. In ten minutes time, Harry could decipher what it was supposed to be. He nudged Hermione and pointed to Ron's plate. She gasped. Ron was building an almost perfect replica of the Burrow.
"Wow." Hermione whispered. "Ron, that's amazing." Ron's tongue was in between his teeth, as he nodded in thanks. Hermione laughed. As time went by, more people started to notice his architecture. Another Ten minutes later, it was finished. Half of the Gryffindor table had stood up and moved closer to see. They all applauded when he finished. Ron looked around at those applauding. He had been under the impression only Harry and Hermione were watching. He blushed red.
"I was bored." he whispered, as the Gryffindors slowly went back to their own seats.
"Nothing wrong with that." said Hermione. "Ron, are you going to eat that, masterpiece?"
"Yeah, but I'll need help." said Ron.
"Ok." said Harry, pulling off the sausage chimney and eating it. Ron laughed as he pulled of the bacon front door and ate it. Hermione just pulled off a random bit of house. For the rest of breakfast, they slowly demolished the house. Only bits of the roof were left when they got up.
"I don't think I'll be eating bacon for a while." said Ron.
"So, no bacon 'till breakfast tomorrow, right?" said Hermione with a laugh.
"Yeah, of coarse." responded Ron. He smiled.
"While, thank goodness it's still the weekend." sighed Harry.
"Yeah, no kidding." said Ron. He looked as though the memory of the previous day was rising in him again.
"Well, I'm going to go to the grounds." said Hermione.
"I'll come with." said Ron. "See you Harry."
"Yeah, see you." Harry waved goodbye. When he got to the common room, a handsome owl was sitting on top of one of the chairs.
"Hermes." Harry muttered under hi breath. Luckily Ron wasn't there, of Hermes wouldn't be there either. Resisting his urge to turn around, Harry walked up, and took the letter, addressed to him. Hermes sat on his shoulder while he read.
Dear Harry,
Please forgive my previous rudeness. I have very little time to write this letter. I will be in great danger if this letter is intercepted. Harry, I must warn you now. You, as well as my family, and Hermione, are in danger. You must know now, I am working for the Order.
Harry now understood, why Dumbledore smiled at Sirius. Perhaps Sirius knew Percy was in the Order.
I am frightened, each day, for the danger I may bring to myself, and others. None of my family know, and I'd prefer they didn't, until I am ready to tell them. I am pretending to be a loyal follower of Voldemort. The murder I had supposedly committed, was staged, in a very convincing way. The person is live and well in Saint Mungo's. I still will get close to my family, as I told them I would. I will try and patch up what I can. You cannot, whatever you do, respond to this letter. I can only trust that you will take to heart this letter. Last year, I wanted nothing more, than to see you alone. But now, I understand, that we all must stay together. My blood turns to ice when Voldemort speaks to me. But my eyes show full devotion. He has called his followers many times, and my forearm burns like white fire. And I go. Hoping to gather information, useful to the Order. I know Ron will be taking it hard, and my father will not trust me, unless you tell them. Keep this letter safe. Show it to no one, except trusted members of the Order. When I tell my family this, keep the letter close. In case they do not believe. Harry, you must listen. Be careful, and trust only those, you know you can trust. I must go now.
take care, and listen to my warnings. Percy.
Harry re-read the letter twice, and couldn't help but believe it. He walked up to the dormitory and pulled out his mirror. "Sirius." the mirror fogged and Sirius appeared.
"Why did Dumbledore smile at you in that alley?" he asked.
"I don't know what you mean." said Sirius quite unconvincingly
"I know what it was about. I just got this." Harry held the letter to the mirror. Sirius read very fast.
"Ah." he whispered. "So, you are one of the very few who know about him. Good. We don't want many to know yet."
"What about his family?" protested Harry.
"They can't know yet. Not until he sees fit."
Harry sighed.
"Harry, I know you don't need another burden. But regard his wish."
"I will." Harry whispered. "Well, bye Sirius."
"Good bye. And, Harry?" Harry looked down. "Listen to the letter. re- read it many times, if you must. That is all."
And with a whirl of fog, Harry saw his own reflection. Harry looked out the window. He could see Ron and Hermione sitting under the tree. Hermione was getting up, slipping a book in her bag. Ron got up as well. The two of them started to walk back up to the castle, talking on the way. Just then, an owl Harry didn't know, flew up to the window. He opened the window, and it flew onto his shoulder. Harry looked at the letter, and smiled. It was from Krum, and addressed to Hermione. He walked down to the common room, and waited for Hermione and Ron get back. When they stumbled through the portrait hole, Hermione gasped.
Harry had begun stroking the owl, who was now dozing. "It's a letter from Krum." said Harry, tossing the letter to her. Hermione opened the letter. It was at least two feet of parchment. Hermione was reading the letter as she sat down. She suddenly blushed.
"What?" demanded Ron.
"Nothing." squeaked Hermione, shoving the letter into her robes. "N- nothing." she repeated. Harry and Ron exchanged confused looks. Harry felt his own robes, where Percy's letter was carefully stashed.
"Some thing wrong, Harry?" asked Ron.
"No, nothing." responded Harry, in the same tone as Hermione. Ron gave Harry a confused look, then shrugged.
"Oh, Harry, I meant to ask you, did you find out what Dumbledore smiling at Sirius and Sirius nodding meant?" inquired Hermione.
"Yeah, I found out." Harry said cautiously
"Who told you?" asked Ron.
"Er, someone, someone from, from the Order." Harry whispered.
"Who, as in a name." Ron aid impatiently.
"I, I can't tell you." Harry said truthfully.
"Why not?" Hermione and Ron demanded.
"I told them I wouldn't. Well, I technically didn't tell them, but they trust I won't tell anyone."
"You can tell us." Ron said, hopefully.
"No, I can't tell anybody." Hermione and Ron looked at him. Harry looked at his feet. "Even you."
"OH." said Ron. He looked hurt. This was one of the first times Harry hadn't shared something with him
"I'm sorry." Harry said. Ron looked away. "Look, I told the person I'd keep their secret! Only three people know this person's in the Order! And until they want others to know, I have to keep my mouth shut!" Harry was beginning to understand how hard it would be for him to keep this secret. But he would be true to his word. To Percy, and to Sirius.
"Sorry, Harry." said Ron, looking at his feet. "I'm sorry. It's just, everything with Percy, I'll never trust him again."
Harry felt a jolt of what felt like guilt, pain, and sadness in his stomach. How would Percy's family be able to trust him again.
Because, I'll help him. Thought Harry. No matter what it takes, I'll help Percy gain his family's trust again.
"Harry, you ok?" asked Hermione. "You look sick."
"To much bacon." Harry said.
"Oh. Well, some sun might do you good. Come on." Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him off the chair.
"Fine."
The three of them started to walk downstairs, Harry's hand still protectively clutching Percy's letter. Unpleasantly, they bumped into Snape, who eyed Harry suspiciously.
"What's that you've got in your pocket, Potter?"
"Nothing." harry said, much to quickly.
"Is that so?" Snape asked. He reached down and wrenched the letter from Harry's grasp. Fear filled Harry. All color drained from Snape's face.
"Potter, come with me."