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Chapter Four – Decision
By Darkness-Nightfall
"Harry! HARRY!" Came the voices from next to the scarlet train. He turned, a smile spreading on his face as he saw his two best friends running towards him.
Harry was engulfed in a massive hug from them both. Their faces lit up as they embraced him, and Harry couldn't help feeling elated.
"Quick Harry, you better get on the train." Came the low voice beside him. Looking up, he saw it was the metamorphosis death eater who had driven him to the station.
"Erm, yes, come on Ron and Hermione. We better get on there, find a compartment." He said, casting a glance at the death eater.
The three teenagers went onto the train and settled in the first compartment they came too, putting their luggage in front of them.
"Who was that Harry?" asked Ron, glancing out the window to the departing man. "I've never seen him before."
"Oh, He's...just...a friend. Yes, that's all." Said Harry, uncomfortably. Ron and Hermione exchanged glances.
The train ride back to school was not exactly how Harry would have imagined it. Hermione and Ron seemed to share a lot of looks, and it was generally quiet, except for the odd question like "Would you like something?" or "How was your summer?"
Once arriving at school, they entered the Great Hall, ready for the start of year speech from Dumbledore. Students chatted about their summers and adventures all around Harry and the others, but their conversation seemed slightly quiet. As soon as Dumbledore stood up though, everyone turned and faced the powerful wizard that was their headmaster.
"Good Evening. I hope you all had good summers and are ready to resume classes for this year. May I remind you that the Forbidden Forest is off limits to those who wish to stay safe inside the school. Those of you..." He turned to face the Gryffindor table with a small twinkle in his eyes. He continued. "who wish to receive painful, slow, traumatic deaths, go right ahead. Your timetables will be given to you upon your arrival to your common room. You may start the feasting!" He finished, raising his arm to the crowd of students and food appeared on the plate.
Many students ate hungrily. Once again, Ron and Hermione exchanged glances before looking in Harry's direction.
"What is up with you two? All you've done since you got here is bloody well stare at yourselves!" He whispered angrily.
Hermione and Ron looked quite taken aback from the change of heart in their friend.
"Well?" Harry hissed, wanting an answer.
"Harry, um, Dumbledore told us what happened to you. We were really worried! What did you think you were doing? You could have apparated you know!" Hermione pointed out, staring at the dark haired boy.
"Yeah mate, you gave us a fright! Don't do it again okay?" Added on Ron, who seemed genuinely concerned for his friend.
"Oh what, you think I did it on purpose? For attention? You think I could get away from the one man who wants me dead?" Harry's voice had risen and half of the Gryffindor table looked at Harry, wondering why on Earth he was talking so loud and not touching the food that had appeared on his plate.
"No Harry! Of course we didn't think that!" exclaimed Hermione, looking down at her plate and stabbing a fork at the food. Ron looked away, and focused his glance on a part of the table, watching it.
"You do. You do think that! How could you?" Harry was basically yelling. He slinked out of the Hall and slammed the door shut, leaving Ron staring at him with his mouth wide open. Ginny stuffed some food into his mouth and he closed it and started chewing.
The whole Great Hall's attention was on the door. Gradually, they turned back to face Dumbledore, who had sat down and resumed eating, as if nothing had happened.
Harry lay on his bed. His stomach grumbled and he somewhat regretted missing the feast. Groaning, he pulled the covers over his head and fell asleep.
For the second time in just over a week, a peck at the window awoke him from his deep sleep. Pushing the covers over the edge of the bed he noticed that the room was still empty. 'Everyone must still be down in the common room' he thought tiredly.
Opening the window, a pure black owl almost knocked him off his feet. Scrambling out of the way, he sat back down on his bed and waited for the owl to stop zooming around.
The owl focused its black eyes on him, before landing next to him on the bed, ruffling its ebony coloured feathers.
He pulled the letter from the bird and opened it. In thick a thick scrawl, written in big lettering, was a message from Voldemort.
Harry,
I trust you receive this safely. You're first Hogsmeade weekend is next weekend, I will meet you behind the Hogs Head. If you do not turn up, you know the consequences of your actions. There is no time or margin for error with me Harry, you will come.
V.
Harry read it over and over, debating on what to do with it. Finally, he resorted to shoving it under his pillow.
Ron walked up minutes later, and Harry was glad he stashed the note instead of looking at it for too long.
Ron had brought some food with him, and Harry's timetable. The two sat on Harry's bed, reading through the timetables.
The black owl had hidden in the shadows for the duration of Ron's being there. Harry was glad that he had not noticed the owl, for he would have been asked more uncomfortable questions about where it had came from and which he knew he couldn't answer. He was only protecting them, wasn't he? He fell asleep on this thought, wondering how his life had gone from bad to worse in just over a week.
A/N: thanks for all your praise, this is certainly my most Famous fic so far.
LovingKitten: Yes I'm not very good at lengthy writing, I tend to keep to short chapters. Glad you like!
Angelique du Coudraye: Yes I know, I was talking to someone while I was typing that bit, and asked if I preferred the brown or black shoes she was trying on, unfortunately, I forgot to edit it ;)
And for those of you who like evil Harry fics? I love them too! Lol.
Chapter Four – Decision
By Darkness-Nightfall
"Harry! HARRY!" Came the voices from next to the scarlet train. He turned, a smile spreading on his face as he saw his two best friends running towards him.
Harry was engulfed in a massive hug from them both. Their faces lit up as they embraced him, and Harry couldn't help feeling elated.
"Quick Harry, you better get on the train." Came the low voice beside him. Looking up, he saw it was the metamorphosis death eater who had driven him to the station.
"Erm, yes, come on Ron and Hermione. We better get on there, find a compartment." He said, casting a glance at the death eater.
The three teenagers went onto the train and settled in the first compartment they came too, putting their luggage in front of them.
"Who was that Harry?" asked Ron, glancing out the window to the departing man. "I've never seen him before."
"Oh, He's...just...a friend. Yes, that's all." Said Harry, uncomfortably. Ron and Hermione exchanged glances.
The train ride back to school was not exactly how Harry would have imagined it. Hermione and Ron seemed to share a lot of looks, and it was generally quiet, except for the odd question like "Would you like something?" or "How was your summer?"
Once arriving at school, they entered the Great Hall, ready for the start of year speech from Dumbledore. Students chatted about their summers and adventures all around Harry and the others, but their conversation seemed slightly quiet. As soon as Dumbledore stood up though, everyone turned and faced the powerful wizard that was their headmaster.
"Good Evening. I hope you all had good summers and are ready to resume classes for this year. May I remind you that the Forbidden Forest is off limits to those who wish to stay safe inside the school. Those of you..." He turned to face the Gryffindor table with a small twinkle in his eyes. He continued. "who wish to receive painful, slow, traumatic deaths, go right ahead. Your timetables will be given to you upon your arrival to your common room. You may start the feasting!" He finished, raising his arm to the crowd of students and food appeared on the plate.
Many students ate hungrily. Once again, Ron and Hermione exchanged glances before looking in Harry's direction.
"What is up with you two? All you've done since you got here is bloody well stare at yourselves!" He whispered angrily.
Hermione and Ron looked quite taken aback from the change of heart in their friend.
"Well?" Harry hissed, wanting an answer.
"Harry, um, Dumbledore told us what happened to you. We were really worried! What did you think you were doing? You could have apparated you know!" Hermione pointed out, staring at the dark haired boy.
"Yeah mate, you gave us a fright! Don't do it again okay?" Added on Ron, who seemed genuinely concerned for his friend.
"Oh what, you think I did it on purpose? For attention? You think I could get away from the one man who wants me dead?" Harry's voice had risen and half of the Gryffindor table looked at Harry, wondering why on Earth he was talking so loud and not touching the food that had appeared on his plate.
"No Harry! Of course we didn't think that!" exclaimed Hermione, looking down at her plate and stabbing a fork at the food. Ron looked away, and focused his glance on a part of the table, watching it.
"You do. You do think that! How could you?" Harry was basically yelling. He slinked out of the Hall and slammed the door shut, leaving Ron staring at him with his mouth wide open. Ginny stuffed some food into his mouth and he closed it and started chewing.
The whole Great Hall's attention was on the door. Gradually, they turned back to face Dumbledore, who had sat down and resumed eating, as if nothing had happened.
Harry lay on his bed. His stomach grumbled and he somewhat regretted missing the feast. Groaning, he pulled the covers over his head and fell asleep.
For the second time in just over a week, a peck at the window awoke him from his deep sleep. Pushing the covers over the edge of the bed he noticed that the room was still empty. 'Everyone must still be down in the common room' he thought tiredly.
Opening the window, a pure black owl almost knocked him off his feet. Scrambling out of the way, he sat back down on his bed and waited for the owl to stop zooming around.
The owl focused its black eyes on him, before landing next to him on the bed, ruffling its ebony coloured feathers.
He pulled the letter from the bird and opened it. In thick a thick scrawl, written in big lettering, was a message from Voldemort.
Harry,
I trust you receive this safely. You're first Hogsmeade weekend is next weekend, I will meet you behind the Hogs Head. If you do not turn up, you know the consequences of your actions. There is no time or margin for error with me Harry, you will come.
V.
Harry read it over and over, debating on what to do with it. Finally, he resorted to shoving it under his pillow.
Ron walked up minutes later, and Harry was glad he stashed the note instead of looking at it for too long.
Ron had brought some food with him, and Harry's timetable. The two sat on Harry's bed, reading through the timetables.
The black owl had hidden in the shadows for the duration of Ron's being there. Harry was glad that he had not noticed the owl, for he would have been asked more uncomfortable questions about where it had came from and which he knew he couldn't answer. He was only protecting them, wasn't he? He fell asleep on this thought, wondering how his life had gone from bad to worse in just over a week.
A/N: thanks for all your praise, this is certainly my most Famous fic so far.
LovingKitten: Yes I'm not very good at lengthy writing, I tend to keep to short chapters. Glad you like!
Angelique du Coudraye: Yes I know, I was talking to someone while I was typing that bit, and asked if I preferred the brown or black shoes she was trying on, unfortunately, I forgot to edit it ;)
And for those of you who like evil Harry fics? I love them too! Lol.