Chapter 3
The woman in black
The school inspector came, one cloudy Hogsmeade weekend. As Lily entered the school, she gave a warm greeting to Ron and Hermione, but gave her own son a steely stare.
Then, with her head tilted high into the air, she walked off. Her upturned nose did give the appearance of superiority. In the space of a blink, she had vanished.
Harry sighed. He sometimes wished he had a mother like Mrs. Weasley, but then he remembered his first time on the Hogwarts Express.
"Come here, Ron, let me wipe it off." "Mum!"
Harry chuckled. That bit of dirt on Ron's nose didn't come off, no matter what he did. Ron overheard him, and agreed.
"Yeah, you're right, mate, your mum DOES look weird. In fact..."
He trailed off as a strange lady made her way up the path. She didn't even appear to walk, just glide.
Her hair was a eerily beautiful golden colour, her skin unblemished (bar one freckle), tall, slim, and with incredible poise. Her lips; smooth and pink.
She didn't even condescend to give the boys a glance. Instead, she just glided along, through the elaborate door to the south entrance, and off she went.
Ron's eyes were glazed over. He appeared to be enamoured with the woman, whoever she was. He looked like he could remember everything about her, down to the freckle on her cheek and her golden hair...
Harry realised he was also staring, and abruptly turned away. He didn't care about some woman, all he cared about was Cho. Or at least, he thought he did. But since she had started going out with some other guy, he hadn't had much time for girls...
Hermione interrupted his train of thought with a sharp snap at Ron
"Forget about it, Ron. It'll never happen."
Ron, who was still looking at the door (which now had two rather scared looking female first-years walking through it), reluctantly turned his head away from it, and towards the voice.
"Huh?" "You haven't got a chance with her, Ron. Besides," Hermione sniffed, "isn't she a bit too old for you? I mean, she is rather elderly, and she must be a guest. She can't be a pupil. You won't see her again! Just forget about her, Ron. Ron. Ron? RON!"
Ron, who appeared to have not heard any of Hermione's ranting, turned to Harry, with an amazed expression on his face.
"Hey, Harry, d'ya think she might've been a Veela? I mean, her hair was different, but that might've just been because she dyed it. But her skin was the right colour, and..."
Harry quickly lost interest about the woman in black, and meandered across the lawn to where Hagrid lived. Or used to live.
The school inspector came, one cloudy Hogsmeade weekend. As Lily entered the school, she gave a warm greeting to Ron and Hermione, but gave her own son a steely stare.
Then, with her head tilted high into the air, she walked off. Her upturned nose did give the appearance of superiority. In the space of a blink, she had vanished.
Harry sighed. He sometimes wished he had a mother like Mrs. Weasley, but then he remembered his first time on the Hogwarts Express.
"Come here, Ron, let me wipe it off." "Mum!"
Harry chuckled. That bit of dirt on Ron's nose didn't come off, no matter what he did. Ron overheard him, and agreed.
"Yeah, you're right, mate, your mum DOES look weird. In fact..."
He trailed off as a strange lady made her way up the path. She didn't even appear to walk, just glide.
Her hair was a eerily beautiful golden colour, her skin unblemished (bar one freckle), tall, slim, and with incredible poise. Her lips; smooth and pink.
She didn't even condescend to give the boys a glance. Instead, she just glided along, through the elaborate door to the south entrance, and off she went.
Ron's eyes were glazed over. He appeared to be enamoured with the woman, whoever she was. He looked like he could remember everything about her, down to the freckle on her cheek and her golden hair...
Harry realised he was also staring, and abruptly turned away. He didn't care about some woman, all he cared about was Cho. Or at least, he thought he did. But since she had started going out with some other guy, he hadn't had much time for girls...
Hermione interrupted his train of thought with a sharp snap at Ron
"Forget about it, Ron. It'll never happen."
Ron, who was still looking at the door (which now had two rather scared looking female first-years walking through it), reluctantly turned his head away from it, and towards the voice.
"Huh?" "You haven't got a chance with her, Ron. Besides," Hermione sniffed, "isn't she a bit too old for you? I mean, she is rather elderly, and she must be a guest. She can't be a pupil. You won't see her again! Just forget about her, Ron. Ron. Ron? RON!"
Ron, who appeared to have not heard any of Hermione's ranting, turned to Harry, with an amazed expression on his face.
"Hey, Harry, d'ya think she might've been a Veela? I mean, her hair was different, but that might've just been because she dyed it. But her skin was the right colour, and..."
Harry quickly lost interest about the woman in black, and meandered across the lawn to where Hagrid lived. Or used to live.