This is chapter 13. Malfoy will pay for what he did, I promise : - ) wait
and see... And as for chapter 7, I wrote the wrong name, what can I say, I
was a bit distracted : - ) Of course Luna couldn't be sitting next to
Neville since she's a Ravenclaw, it was actually supposed to be Ginny
Weasley, in other words I wrote the wrong name! Hrm, sloppy... I have
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LOOKING FOR ANSWERS
The next morning Harry and Ron sat down for breakfast next to Hermione, who was reading The Prophet, looking really concentrated.
"Good morning, Hermione" Harry said as he sat down next to her and poured up some pumpkin juice in his glass.
She looked up, looking really serious.
"There's been a murder, it's Voldemort, he's killing" she said quietly.
Harry stared at her.
"What? Who?" he said anxiously.
"His name was Ronan Perkins. The thing is, it says here he died on the same day as you were attacked in Hogsmeade..."
"What makes you so sure it's Voldemort?" Ron asked silently, his voice sounding tense. "I mean, it could just be a coincidence that he died on the same day..."
"They've said it out clear in this article; he was killed by one of the unforgivable curses. It could only be Voldemort..."
Harry stared at his plate, thoughts went through his head. He'd died the same day as the attack on Hogsmeade.
"But... I don't get it, why did those Death Eaters attack Harry then?" Ron asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" Hermione said and leaned over the table, looking real anxious. "The attack on you was probably a way to distract the order..."
Harry just stared into empty space, still thinking. Hermione could very well be right. She was right.
"But, why have they announced that now?" Ron asked. "I mean, that was like over a week ago..."
"I don't know..." Hermione said and bit her lip and looked at Harry. "Are you alright, Harry?" She sounded concerned.
"I'm going to the room of requirement, I know someone who probably can tell us what's going on"
Ron and Hermione followed him without asking any questions. Judging from Harry's expression, they wouldn't get any answers anyway. They walked out of the great hall and then hurried up the stairs to the wall on the seventh floor. Harry concentrated on thinking of a room where they could be alone, a door appeared just moments later and they went inside.
Harry reached into his robe and pulled out the orb, he looked into it and said.
"Melinda, I need to talk to you"
The orb started to glow, a voice echoed in the room.
"Is this important? I'm sort of in the middle of something..."
"What is going on?" Harry asked bluntly. "We read about Ronan Perkins. Am I being kept in the dark again?"
Suddenly, a black raven came flying out of the orb, and then suddenly turning into the witch with violet eyes and golden hair. Melinda looked at them; her eyes seemed very tired and worn.
"No, Harry, we're not keeping you in the dark "she said and sighed. "We learned early this morning about Ronan Perkins death, because he was found this morning, by a muggle. But he'd been dead for a much longer time, since the day you were attacked in Hogsmeade...You see, Perkins kept to himself, since he was the guardian of something of great importance, he trusted no one. So no one missed him... No one reported him as missing... That's why we didn't know until today that he was dead..."
"What was it he was guarding?" Hermione asked.
"Well, it is a really old book. I didn't even know it still existed..."
"Wait... Voldemort was out for a book?" Harry said astonished.
"Not just any book, Harry. The book Voldemort was after contains both the most terrible and the most wonderful kind of magic, spells that hasn't been used since the ancient ones still lived in this world. But can only be wielded by few... I was told by the others it had been destroyed, and that was decades ago..."
"And Voldemort has it now?" Ron said who now was as pale as a sheet.
"No. Perkins hid it somewhere before Voldemort got to him. The only problem is that no one knows where. And I hope Voldemort does not know either... But he will not give up on it... And no one knows how Voldemort found out about Perkins being the book's keeper in the first place..."
"But, how do you know about Perkins being the keeper of this book?" Hermione asked.
"Well, actually there was one that Perkins trusted. Just before he was killed, he sent his house elf to tell Dumbledore about him having the book and that Voldemort wanted it. The thing is that the house elf was afraid of Voldemort, so he hid for a few days before he dared to go find Dumbledore. However, Perkins didn't even tell this house elf where he hid the book. I don't know if he forgot or if he didn't trust even that secret with him... From what this house elf has told us, Perkins seemed to have been in a great hurry. He knew Voldemort was after him and that he knew Perkins was the guardian of the book"
"Where is that house elf now?" Hermione wondered.
"He works in the kitchen here, at Hogwarts where he feels safe."
"So then... The incident at Hogsmeade..." Harry began.
"Voldemort knew we would all rush to your aid" she said and as she saw his expression she continued. "And you can wipe that expression of blaming yourself off, Harry, this was not your fault. You're more important than that book."
She looked at them.
"Look, I know you're very concerned, but you should really try and focus on school now. If anything more should happen, Dumbledore or I will tell you about it. I'm really sorry, but I have to go now, there's so much work to be done... Be careful, and don't do anything rash, okay? "
Then she turned into a raven and disappeared into the orb. Ron stared at it, and then he looked up.
"Wicked" he said impressed but at the same time sounding very anxious.
Hermione bit her lip.
"Well, that explains a lot" she said silently.
"I guess so" Harry said and put the orb in his inner pocket.
"Well, for once we're not exactly being kept in the dark" Ron said.
"Perhaps" Hermione said. "But I don't think she told us exactly everything, just what we needed to know... I mean, she didn't explain why those Death Eaters weren't allowed to... Well..."
Hermione looked nervously at Harry; she didn't want to say it out loud.
"Voldemort wants to kill me in person, that's why they weren't supposed to kill me" he said silently.
He had wondered why Bellatrix hadn't killed him out there in the forest, she had the perfect opportunity. It's what Voldemort had thought in that dream Harry had had, and though Melinda hadn't told him that, he was sure that was the truth. Hermione and Ron looked at each other for the first time in a while.
"We should get to class" he said and walked towards the door.
Ron and Hermione followed a while later. They didn't say anything. They were on their way to a lesson in potions. Harry still felt angry about what Snape had said, but to his surprise Snape wasn't there, instead professor Gallagher sat behind Snape's desk.
As everyone sat down, whispering amongst themselves. Everyone seemed a bit confused.
"Good morning, class, and welcome to this lesson in potions. Professor Snape is away not here today so I'm filling in for him. I hope no one minds"
He grinned, obviously aware of the fact that most of the students in the room didn't exactly like professor Snape. Except for the Slytherin students of course.
It was the best lesson in potions that Harry had ever had, and he succeeded with his potion for once, since professor Gallagher went through the instructions carefully and then walked around the classroom helping those who needed it. Time flew and before Harry knew it, the bell rang and the lesson was over
"I'll see you in defence against the dark arts this afternoon. Give me a sample of your potion before you leave" professor Gallagher said.
Harry, Ron and Hermione left the classroom after leaving samples of their potions. Hermione looked thoughtful as they left the classroom.
"I wonder" she began as she looked over her shoulder at professor Gallagher.
"What is it, Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Snape's never missed one class; do you think it's because of what happened this morning?"
"Maybe" Harry said. "He did after all say that Snape would be back, so... I wouldn't exactly be sad if Snape had quit or something" he continued bitterly.
"Well, I can't exactly say I missed him, it's just... Odd, that's all" Hermione said.
Ron hadn't said anything, but Harry knew that he felt the same way as he did about Snape. Malfoy passed them, him and his two companions Crabbe and Goyle were sneering as they looked at the three friends.
"If I ever meet him and those two gorillas aren't around, I'll smash his face in" Ron growled.
Harry didn't say anything. He'd actually considered quitting the quidditch team, he'd almost gone and told Katie that he wanted out. But that would be giving up, and Malfoy would get his way. He was going to make Malfoy pay, for making Gryffindor loose with that none-seeing powder of his. The next game against Slytherin was only a few days away. Harry would be prepared this time...
End of chapter 13
Chapter 14 should be up soon, working hard on it as always...Please review : - )
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter and co.
LOOKING FOR ANSWERS
The next morning Harry and Ron sat down for breakfast next to Hermione, who was reading The Prophet, looking really concentrated.
"Good morning, Hermione" Harry said as he sat down next to her and poured up some pumpkin juice in his glass.
She looked up, looking really serious.
"There's been a murder, it's Voldemort, he's killing" she said quietly.
Harry stared at her.
"What? Who?" he said anxiously.
"His name was Ronan Perkins. The thing is, it says here he died on the same day as you were attacked in Hogsmeade..."
"What makes you so sure it's Voldemort?" Ron asked silently, his voice sounding tense. "I mean, it could just be a coincidence that he died on the same day..."
"They've said it out clear in this article; he was killed by one of the unforgivable curses. It could only be Voldemort..."
Harry stared at his plate, thoughts went through his head. He'd died the same day as the attack on Hogsmeade.
"But... I don't get it, why did those Death Eaters attack Harry then?" Ron asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" Hermione said and leaned over the table, looking real anxious. "The attack on you was probably a way to distract the order..."
Harry just stared into empty space, still thinking. Hermione could very well be right. She was right.
"But, why have they announced that now?" Ron asked. "I mean, that was like over a week ago..."
"I don't know..." Hermione said and bit her lip and looked at Harry. "Are you alright, Harry?" She sounded concerned.
"I'm going to the room of requirement, I know someone who probably can tell us what's going on"
Ron and Hermione followed him without asking any questions. Judging from Harry's expression, they wouldn't get any answers anyway. They walked out of the great hall and then hurried up the stairs to the wall on the seventh floor. Harry concentrated on thinking of a room where they could be alone, a door appeared just moments later and they went inside.
Harry reached into his robe and pulled out the orb, he looked into it and said.
"Melinda, I need to talk to you"
The orb started to glow, a voice echoed in the room.
"Is this important? I'm sort of in the middle of something..."
"What is going on?" Harry asked bluntly. "We read about Ronan Perkins. Am I being kept in the dark again?"
Suddenly, a black raven came flying out of the orb, and then suddenly turning into the witch with violet eyes and golden hair. Melinda looked at them; her eyes seemed very tired and worn.
"No, Harry, we're not keeping you in the dark "she said and sighed. "We learned early this morning about Ronan Perkins death, because he was found this morning, by a muggle. But he'd been dead for a much longer time, since the day you were attacked in Hogsmeade...You see, Perkins kept to himself, since he was the guardian of something of great importance, he trusted no one. So no one missed him... No one reported him as missing... That's why we didn't know until today that he was dead..."
"What was it he was guarding?" Hermione asked.
"Well, it is a really old book. I didn't even know it still existed..."
"Wait... Voldemort was out for a book?" Harry said astonished.
"Not just any book, Harry. The book Voldemort was after contains both the most terrible and the most wonderful kind of magic, spells that hasn't been used since the ancient ones still lived in this world. But can only be wielded by few... I was told by the others it had been destroyed, and that was decades ago..."
"And Voldemort has it now?" Ron said who now was as pale as a sheet.
"No. Perkins hid it somewhere before Voldemort got to him. The only problem is that no one knows where. And I hope Voldemort does not know either... But he will not give up on it... And no one knows how Voldemort found out about Perkins being the book's keeper in the first place..."
"But, how do you know about Perkins being the keeper of this book?" Hermione asked.
"Well, actually there was one that Perkins trusted. Just before he was killed, he sent his house elf to tell Dumbledore about him having the book and that Voldemort wanted it. The thing is that the house elf was afraid of Voldemort, so he hid for a few days before he dared to go find Dumbledore. However, Perkins didn't even tell this house elf where he hid the book. I don't know if he forgot or if he didn't trust even that secret with him... From what this house elf has told us, Perkins seemed to have been in a great hurry. He knew Voldemort was after him and that he knew Perkins was the guardian of the book"
"Where is that house elf now?" Hermione wondered.
"He works in the kitchen here, at Hogwarts where he feels safe."
"So then... The incident at Hogsmeade..." Harry began.
"Voldemort knew we would all rush to your aid" she said and as she saw his expression she continued. "And you can wipe that expression of blaming yourself off, Harry, this was not your fault. You're more important than that book."
She looked at them.
"Look, I know you're very concerned, but you should really try and focus on school now. If anything more should happen, Dumbledore or I will tell you about it. I'm really sorry, but I have to go now, there's so much work to be done... Be careful, and don't do anything rash, okay? "
Then she turned into a raven and disappeared into the orb. Ron stared at it, and then he looked up.
"Wicked" he said impressed but at the same time sounding very anxious.
Hermione bit her lip.
"Well, that explains a lot" she said silently.
"I guess so" Harry said and put the orb in his inner pocket.
"Well, for once we're not exactly being kept in the dark" Ron said.
"Perhaps" Hermione said. "But I don't think she told us exactly everything, just what we needed to know... I mean, she didn't explain why those Death Eaters weren't allowed to... Well..."
Hermione looked nervously at Harry; she didn't want to say it out loud.
"Voldemort wants to kill me in person, that's why they weren't supposed to kill me" he said silently.
He had wondered why Bellatrix hadn't killed him out there in the forest, she had the perfect opportunity. It's what Voldemort had thought in that dream Harry had had, and though Melinda hadn't told him that, he was sure that was the truth. Hermione and Ron looked at each other for the first time in a while.
"We should get to class" he said and walked towards the door.
Ron and Hermione followed a while later. They didn't say anything. They were on their way to a lesson in potions. Harry still felt angry about what Snape had said, but to his surprise Snape wasn't there, instead professor Gallagher sat behind Snape's desk.
As everyone sat down, whispering amongst themselves. Everyone seemed a bit confused.
"Good morning, class, and welcome to this lesson in potions. Professor Snape is away not here today so I'm filling in for him. I hope no one minds"
He grinned, obviously aware of the fact that most of the students in the room didn't exactly like professor Snape. Except for the Slytherin students of course.
It was the best lesson in potions that Harry had ever had, and he succeeded with his potion for once, since professor Gallagher went through the instructions carefully and then walked around the classroom helping those who needed it. Time flew and before Harry knew it, the bell rang and the lesson was over
"I'll see you in defence against the dark arts this afternoon. Give me a sample of your potion before you leave" professor Gallagher said.
Harry, Ron and Hermione left the classroom after leaving samples of their potions. Hermione looked thoughtful as they left the classroom.
"I wonder" she began as she looked over her shoulder at professor Gallagher.
"What is it, Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Snape's never missed one class; do you think it's because of what happened this morning?"
"Maybe" Harry said. "He did after all say that Snape would be back, so... I wouldn't exactly be sad if Snape had quit or something" he continued bitterly.
"Well, I can't exactly say I missed him, it's just... Odd, that's all" Hermione said.
Ron hadn't said anything, but Harry knew that he felt the same way as he did about Snape. Malfoy passed them, him and his two companions Crabbe and Goyle were sneering as they looked at the three friends.
"If I ever meet him and those two gorillas aren't around, I'll smash his face in" Ron growled.
Harry didn't say anything. He'd actually considered quitting the quidditch team, he'd almost gone and told Katie that he wanted out. But that would be giving up, and Malfoy would get his way. He was going to make Malfoy pay, for making Gryffindor loose with that none-seeing powder of his. The next game against Slytherin was only a few days away. Harry would be prepared this time...
End of chapter 13
Chapter 14 should be up soon, working hard on it as always...Please review : - )