Sixth Year Surprises
by:
Rose-Of-Red
Disclaimer: The only things I own in this story are the characters Jean and Jane Potter, and Flowers. I also own the restaurant Mondo's, which appears later on in the story. And without further ado, I present to you:
Chapter 19
"C'mon Harry!" Hermione called, "We're going to be late to dinner!"
"Sorry, Mione," Harry said, appearing at the foot of the stairs leading to his dormitory.
"It's all right," she replied, wrapping one arm around his waist.
"Ugh. You guys!" Ron said, "Get a room."
"Shut up, Ron," Harry said, "We all know that there is someone out there for a great prat like you."
"Shut up," Ron said, exiting the common room through the portrait hole. Harry and Hermione followed.
"Orientation week is rather strange, isn't it?" Hermione said, "I can't get used to not having classes first thing."
"Don't worry. The week will fly by," Ginny said, appearing from nowhere.
"Hey, Gin," said Harry, "Did you just now get back from Hogsmeade?"
"Yeah. It was great!" exclaimed Ginny.
"Damn Malfoy," Ron muttered under his breath.
They walked into the Great Hall. Many students had all ready begun eating. Malfoy waved at Ginny.
"I'm gonna go sit with Draco," Ginny said and walked over to the Slytherin table.
"I swear, I hate him even more now that my sister likes him," Ron said unhappily.
"Let's find a place to sit," Hermione said, ignoring Ron.
"Ron!" Jane called from the Gryffindor table.
Ron turned crimson and walked over to her. Hermione and Harry followed him and sat by Ron.
"Harry? Can I talk to you a minute?" asked Neville.
"Sure. I'll be back in a minute," Harry said,
They walked to the back of the Great Hall.
"Is something wrong, Neville?" Harry asked, noting a worried expression upon Neville's round face.
"Very. And I don't know anyone else I could talk to," Neville said, "I'm sorry to have bothered you like that."
"It's all right. I don't mind," Harry said, "What's wrong?"
"Do you remember last year in St. Mungo's when my grandmother and I saw you?" Neville said. Harry nodded. "You do know why my parents are in there, correct?"
"I do," said Harry.
"And you know that Bellatrix Lestrange has escaped from Azkaban. I am afraid that she might be after me and my gran now," Neville said.
"What makes you think that, Neville?" asked Harry.
"Look," Neville said and pulled a red piece of parchment from his pocket. "Read it."
Harry took the letter quickly and read it.
"That's horrible!" Harry exclaimed, handing the letter back to Neville. "Have you shown it to anyone else?"
"No," Neville replied, folding the letter back up and replacing it in the pocket of his robes.
"I think you should go to Dumbledore," Harry said.
"I was going to but I wasn't sure I should. After all, it could be a hoax. I wanted your advice first," Neville said, "Thanks, Harry."
"No problem," Harry said, turning to go back to his table.
"Harry?" Neville said.
"What?" Harry asked, looking back at Neville.
"Thank you for being my friend," Neville said before leaving the Great Hall.
Harry walked back to his table and squeezed in by Hermione.
"What was that about?" she asked.
"It was private and I'd rather not discuss it," Harry said, grabbing a plate. He piled it high with food.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry's food still sat there. He had not touched it, unable to get his mind off of Neville. His scar prickled and his stomach soared. Voldemort was happy about something, Harry realized. And then he was wept away in a pool of blackness.
Okay guys, I'm so terribly sorry this wasn't posted sooner. I apologize. star in a daze, if you will give me you email, I will tell you when the next chapter is due. Please leave a review for me or drop me an email at roseofred8903yahoo.com. Thanx much!
RoR