Chapter 8: The note
Harry glanced at his timetable and noticed double Potions first along with the slytherines for the fifth year running. That was to be followed by Divination. A wonderful day Harry thought with great sarcasm.
He shoved his new timetable in his bag along with the books he needed. Then as he picked up his bag a piece of decorated paper flew to the ground like a feather.
"What's this?" Harry mumbled to himself, placing his bag back on his bed. Harry bent down and picked the paper up.
In the distance the bell rang, sounding the beginning of first lesson. He stuffed the note inside his bag and hurled it over his shoulder whist walking across the dormitory to the staircase. As he made his way down the winding staircase and across the common room he saw no sign of Ron or Hermione and made his way down towards the dungeons with Seamus Finnigan. They arrived out side the gloomy classroom where others stood waiting to go and start the lesson.
"Another year with Hogwarts celebrity" said a dreary voice from behind Harry as the door to the dungeon opened. Harry didn't want to turn round but found himself doing so. He found himself looking at fellow 5th year students trudging into the room with no trace of the owner of the voice. He followed some people in and found Hermione and Ron hadn't got there yet still. Where are they? They can't be late for Potions. As Harry settled at his usual place at the back he heard the door open and in swept Ron with Hermione close behind slightly flushed. Fortunalty Snape had just gone to fetch something and so Hermione and Ron had escaped losing point Gryffindor had not gain yet or detention.
"Where were you?" Harry frowned at Ron.
"I was talking to Hermione," Ron gasped back dropping his bag on the desk with a thud. "Didn't you hear the bell? It rang 10 minutes ago," Harry said, feeling he was missing something.
"Well I didn't have my timetable and when the bell went I was still talking, I couldn't leave her," Ron replied slightly irritated.
"Well, If you've seen your timetable you will have noticed my death will be promised by some four-eyed creature above us," Harry said changing the subject.
"Oh yay, what a fun filled day!"
At that moment, Snape burst through the doors with his usual black draped clothes flowing behind him.
"Welcome turn to page 34 in your text books entitled "Potions For All Occasions". Up until Christmas you will be studying and preparing a range of potion that can help you in many ways. You will be working with a partner that you feel confident to work with, however if I feel you do not work well together I will change you around with another pair." There was a bit of mumbling of who wants to go with who. Harry went with Ron and Hermione went with Neville as it looked like no one else would go near him for obvious reasons. Snape gave out the details of what he expected from the paired project and what Harry thought was other useless information. They finally got started and Harry delved into his bag for his blue inkbottle rather than his black, which he always preferred. As he put it onto the desk he noticed the decorated paper which he had found on his bed.
"What have you got that for? You haven't brought a flowery book have you?" Ron grimaced at the site of the paper.
"I found it on my bed earlier but the bell went when I found it." Harry began to open it when he noticed Snape coming around and quickly stuffed it in his robes.
"Have you read it yet?" Ron asked quietly.
"No, not a chance yet, we'll check at break." Harry whispered and began his work.
Potions went quickly than it normally did and Ron and Harry made their way to the Hall for a snack and to examine the note. Hermione wasn't there as she wanted to see Dumbledore now rather than at lunch.
Harry and Ron took a seat away from anyone else for privacy and took out the note.
The note, Harry realised smelt like vanilla and had been folded very carefully. He un-folded it with care and read the note to himself and passed it to Ron:
The first rhymes with the bit of a horse, The second is a well used metal
But really isn't a good thing to do.
An even prime is the third
and the fourth one is too.
My finally is not the dancing dog.
It's a phrase used widely.
-X-
Ron starred up at Harry after reading it.
"I can never work these things out" Ron said perplexed. "Unfortunately, I can't either," Harry said grabbing a bit of food from the table.
Harry glanced at his timetable and noticed double Potions first along with the slytherines for the fifth year running. That was to be followed by Divination. A wonderful day Harry thought with great sarcasm.
He shoved his new timetable in his bag along with the books he needed. Then as he picked up his bag a piece of decorated paper flew to the ground like a feather.
"What's this?" Harry mumbled to himself, placing his bag back on his bed. Harry bent down and picked the paper up.
In the distance the bell rang, sounding the beginning of first lesson. He stuffed the note inside his bag and hurled it over his shoulder whist walking across the dormitory to the staircase. As he made his way down the winding staircase and across the common room he saw no sign of Ron or Hermione and made his way down towards the dungeons with Seamus Finnigan. They arrived out side the gloomy classroom where others stood waiting to go and start the lesson.
"Another year with Hogwarts celebrity" said a dreary voice from behind Harry as the door to the dungeon opened. Harry didn't want to turn round but found himself doing so. He found himself looking at fellow 5th year students trudging into the room with no trace of the owner of the voice. He followed some people in and found Hermione and Ron hadn't got there yet still. Where are they? They can't be late for Potions. As Harry settled at his usual place at the back he heard the door open and in swept Ron with Hermione close behind slightly flushed. Fortunalty Snape had just gone to fetch something and so Hermione and Ron had escaped losing point Gryffindor had not gain yet or detention.
"Where were you?" Harry frowned at Ron.
"I was talking to Hermione," Ron gasped back dropping his bag on the desk with a thud. "Didn't you hear the bell? It rang 10 minutes ago," Harry said, feeling he was missing something.
"Well I didn't have my timetable and when the bell went I was still talking, I couldn't leave her," Ron replied slightly irritated.
"Well, If you've seen your timetable you will have noticed my death will be promised by some four-eyed creature above us," Harry said changing the subject.
"Oh yay, what a fun filled day!"
At that moment, Snape burst through the doors with his usual black draped clothes flowing behind him.
"Welcome turn to page 34 in your text books entitled "Potions For All Occasions". Up until Christmas you will be studying and preparing a range of potion that can help you in many ways. You will be working with a partner that you feel confident to work with, however if I feel you do not work well together I will change you around with another pair." There was a bit of mumbling of who wants to go with who. Harry went with Ron and Hermione went with Neville as it looked like no one else would go near him for obvious reasons. Snape gave out the details of what he expected from the paired project and what Harry thought was other useless information. They finally got started and Harry delved into his bag for his blue inkbottle rather than his black, which he always preferred. As he put it onto the desk he noticed the decorated paper which he had found on his bed.
"What have you got that for? You haven't brought a flowery book have you?" Ron grimaced at the site of the paper.
"I found it on my bed earlier but the bell went when I found it." Harry began to open it when he noticed Snape coming around and quickly stuffed it in his robes.
"Have you read it yet?" Ron asked quietly.
"No, not a chance yet, we'll check at break." Harry whispered and began his work.
Potions went quickly than it normally did and Ron and Harry made their way to the Hall for a snack and to examine the note. Hermione wasn't there as she wanted to see Dumbledore now rather than at lunch.
Harry and Ron took a seat away from anyone else for privacy and took out the note.
The note, Harry realised smelt like vanilla and had been folded very carefully. He un-folded it with care and read the note to himself and passed it to Ron:
The first rhymes with the bit of a horse, The second is a well used metal
But really isn't a good thing to do.
An even prime is the third
and the fourth one is too.
My finally is not the dancing dog.
It's a phrase used widely.
-X-
Ron starred up at Harry after reading it.
"I can never work these things out" Ron said perplexed. "Unfortunately, I can't either," Harry said grabbing a bit of food from the table.