The next day, lunch started normal enough. Hermione and Ron continued their own version of flirting, much to the annoyance of Harry Potter. Ginny and Colin were talking animatedly with each other. Dean and Seamus were sharing Quidditch tactics, their girlfriends sharing beauty tips.
Aside from his headache, a present from the would-be-couple, Harry was staring at a certain Ravenclaw with ebony black hair.
Yes, he hated his life right now. He witnessed the death of Cho's boyfriend, Cedric, and he lived to tell about it. That's right- he, the main target of Lord Voldemort, had survived last year's ordeal. But an innocent hadn't. Ha! It was all his fault. And to think- he almost took advantage of Cho! He couldn't believe he still liked her, too.
The owls flew in, but Harry didn't bother to look up. But he unexpectedly had to, for a barn owl swooped down, letting go of the letter it held in it's talons. It landed in his soup.
Harry took the letter out of the envelope, while his best friends stopped their arguement long enough to see him open it.
"How odd."
"What's odd, Hermione? That Harry got a letter?"
"No. The letter wasn't tied to the owl's leg. The sender must know that he or she didn't have to send it a long distance. And the owl itself, did you see it? No one owns it. But it's one of the Hogwarts owls. It wearing a tag with the seal on it. Whoever sended it must be in Hogwarts."
"Open it, mate", urged Ron eagerly, "What's it say?"
Harry read the letter, a look of puzzlement croosing his face. He handed it to them.
Ron guffawed at the words on the parchment,
" 'Harry Potter- you are one heck of an idiot?!' Hi. . Hilarious!"
Hermione snatched the letter out of his hands, careful not to let any of the staring Gryffindors hear, "I admit Harry, you aren't a genius, but you are smart enough. Why 'idiot'?"
Ron continued laughing, "Yes Hermione. Harry is bright enough! But you're smarter than him, and yet you still pressure us to study! Speak for yourself, won't you?"
Hermione glared at him. She snapped loudly for everone at the Gryffindor table hear, "Well, maybe if you weren't such a dumb prat, maybe I'd stop pestering you about your studies!"
She stood up suddenly, running out of the Great Hall.
The table was silent, making Ron even more embarrassed and uncomfortable.
Finally, Dean spoke, "Harsh!"
Ron, despite his tomato red face, glared.
"Sorry."
Ron, too, left the Great Hall, leaving Harry alone to ponder who wrote the mysterious message.
"It seems whoever did hates my guts."
Aside from his headache, a present from the would-be-couple, Harry was staring at a certain Ravenclaw with ebony black hair.
Yes, he hated his life right now. He witnessed the death of Cho's boyfriend, Cedric, and he lived to tell about it. That's right- he, the main target of Lord Voldemort, had survived last year's ordeal. But an innocent hadn't. Ha! It was all his fault. And to think- he almost took advantage of Cho! He couldn't believe he still liked her, too.
The owls flew in, but Harry didn't bother to look up. But he unexpectedly had to, for a barn owl swooped down, letting go of the letter it held in it's talons. It landed in his soup.
Harry took the letter out of the envelope, while his best friends stopped their arguement long enough to see him open it.
"How odd."
"What's odd, Hermione? That Harry got a letter?"
"No. The letter wasn't tied to the owl's leg. The sender must know that he or she didn't have to send it a long distance. And the owl itself, did you see it? No one owns it. But it's one of the Hogwarts owls. It wearing a tag with the seal on it. Whoever sended it must be in Hogwarts."
"Open it, mate", urged Ron eagerly, "What's it say?"
Harry read the letter, a look of puzzlement croosing his face. He handed it to them.
Ron guffawed at the words on the parchment,
" 'Harry Potter- you are one heck of an idiot?!' Hi. . Hilarious!"
Hermione snatched the letter out of his hands, careful not to let any of the staring Gryffindors hear, "I admit Harry, you aren't a genius, but you are smart enough. Why 'idiot'?"
Ron continued laughing, "Yes Hermione. Harry is bright enough! But you're smarter than him, and yet you still pressure us to study! Speak for yourself, won't you?"
Hermione glared at him. She snapped loudly for everone at the Gryffindor table hear, "Well, maybe if you weren't such a dumb prat, maybe I'd stop pestering you about your studies!"
She stood up suddenly, running out of the Great Hall.
The table was silent, making Ron even more embarrassed and uncomfortable.
Finally, Dean spoke, "Harsh!"
Ron, despite his tomato red face, glared.
"Sorry."
Ron, too, left the Great Hall, leaving Harry alone to ponder who wrote the mysterious message.
"It seems whoever did hates my guts."