CHAPTER 2
Finally at Hogwarts
The news of Ron's predicament spread throughout the fifth years on account of Pansy Parkinson. She had told anyone who would listen about Harry and Draco's duel on the train to Hogwarts. Dean, Seamus, and Harry, had to carry both Ron and Neville to the hospital wing.
"Good gracious! What have you done to him?!" asked a worried Madam Pomfrey when they managed to reach the hospital wing.
Harry, tired and hungry, could only reply, "Duel." Madame Pomfrey clicked her tongue in annoyance and told Dean and Harry to bring Ron's body over to one of the empty beds. Ron groaned loudly as they placed him as gently as they could onto the bed. Seamus half carried, half dragged Neville's limp body. He then tossed Neville onto the bed beside Ron's. Madam Pomfrey disappeared then to fix Ron's dislocated bones.
"Harry, don't you think that you and Draco could have saved the dueling until you got to Hogwarts?" asked Dean, sounding bothered, having to miss the sorting ceremony. Harry only smiled. Ron mumbled something inaudible, but Harry could of sworn he had said that Draco was a no-good, dirty, pure blood. Madame Pomfrey returned then with a bottle of Dislobone. Harry, Dean, and Seamus watched as she poured some onto a spoon, and managed to open Ron's mouth (considering his jaw was dislodged, he didn't have much choice). Ron's eyes squeezed shut and his nose cringed at the taste of the stuff. Madame Pomfrey moved onto Neville, but only gave him some Lemon Snort, which was similar to the product they used to wake up boxers. She placed the small bottle under his nose, and his eyes immediately shot open and he began to yell. Dean and Seamus rushed over to him to calm him down. Once he relaxed, Madam Pomfrey disappeared again. Harry turned his attention back to Ron, who had healed completely and was sitting up on the bed.
Ron smiled at him. "Tell me exactly what happened!" Harry laughed loudly, and the five of them left the hospital wing in a rush, leaving a disgruntled Madam Pomfrey calling after them to be careful next time.
* * * * *
"Harte, Emma." Professor McGonagall called out.
"Gryffindor!" shouted the Sorting Hat as it was placed on her head.
"Little, Sarah."
"Hufflepuff!"
"Worhtone, Sethers."
"Slyther-" the Sorting Hat was rudely interrupted as the doors that led into the Great Hall flew open as Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and Neville Longbottom came running in, making a mad dash for the Gryffindor table. Dumbledore, the headmaster, smiled. His eyes twinkled in merriment as he watched the boys look absolutely terrified. They sat down in their usual seats, trying to make as little noise as possible, but that was pointless since everyone in the Great Hall was dead silent. Professor McGonagall glared at them and gave them a warning look. She soon continued the sorting ceremony. Harry's eyes happened to wander over to the Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy was sneering at them. Apparently, he got his pupils back. The spell must not have been permanent. Ron, who noticed that Harry wasn't looking at the front of the hall, followed his gaze. His eyes turned to ice as his eyes rested upon Draco.
"We'll get him Harry. Malfoy will pay" Ron spat, still glaring at Malfoy. Harry and Ron's gaze snapped back to the front when they heard their headmaster begin to speak.
"Good evening, students. Another year at Hogwarts has begun. Welcome first years, may you enjoy your first year here and enjoy for many more years to come. A reminder to all students, the third year corridor is off limits, as well as the Forbidden Forest. Our caretaker, Mr. Argus Filch, has see to it that proper punishments will be given out to those who wish to not obey the rules. Also, I would like to announce our fifth year prefects for this year. I would first like to call up Harry Potter." Harry gasped as he felt Ron nudge his side, and had laughed when he had seen the look on Harry's face. Harry got off the bench, threw a smug glance at Malfoy, who in turn sneered back, and then made his way up to the front of the hall. Students from every house were cheering his name, even some of the students from Slytherin, especially the girls who had begun to notice Harry since his victory in the Triwizard Tournament last year. Harry stood beside Dumbledore and shook his hand. Dumbledore smiled at him. "Next, I would like to call Ron Weasley." Harry smiled broadly. Ron jogged up to the front and stood beside Harry. They both shook each other's hands and laughed at the humor of them being prefects like Percy had been previous years. "Next, I ask that Draco Malfoy would come up." Draco Malfoy came to the front and stood near them. Harry and Ron rolled their eyes and continued to listen to Dumbledore. He had called up two girls, one from Hufflepuff and one from Ravenclaw. "And last, but definetly not least, Hermione Granger!" Harry and Ron almost choked on their own stupidity. They had forgotten about Hermione! Harry was about to tell Dumbledore that Hermione wasn't on the train, when the Great Hall doors opened yet again. Harry, Ron, Draco, and all of the other boys gasped as the Great Hall went dead silent.
Harry could barely speak, but when he did, he shouted, "Hermione? Is that you?"
Finally at Hogwarts
The news of Ron's predicament spread throughout the fifth years on account of Pansy Parkinson. She had told anyone who would listen about Harry and Draco's duel on the train to Hogwarts. Dean, Seamus, and Harry, had to carry both Ron and Neville to the hospital wing.
"Good gracious! What have you done to him?!" asked a worried Madam Pomfrey when they managed to reach the hospital wing.
Harry, tired and hungry, could only reply, "Duel." Madame Pomfrey clicked her tongue in annoyance and told Dean and Harry to bring Ron's body over to one of the empty beds. Ron groaned loudly as they placed him as gently as they could onto the bed. Seamus half carried, half dragged Neville's limp body. He then tossed Neville onto the bed beside Ron's. Madam Pomfrey disappeared then to fix Ron's dislocated bones.
"Harry, don't you think that you and Draco could have saved the dueling until you got to Hogwarts?" asked Dean, sounding bothered, having to miss the sorting ceremony. Harry only smiled. Ron mumbled something inaudible, but Harry could of sworn he had said that Draco was a no-good, dirty, pure blood. Madame Pomfrey returned then with a bottle of Dislobone. Harry, Dean, and Seamus watched as she poured some onto a spoon, and managed to open Ron's mouth (considering his jaw was dislodged, he didn't have much choice). Ron's eyes squeezed shut and his nose cringed at the taste of the stuff. Madame Pomfrey moved onto Neville, but only gave him some Lemon Snort, which was similar to the product they used to wake up boxers. She placed the small bottle under his nose, and his eyes immediately shot open and he began to yell. Dean and Seamus rushed over to him to calm him down. Once he relaxed, Madam Pomfrey disappeared again. Harry turned his attention back to Ron, who had healed completely and was sitting up on the bed.
Ron smiled at him. "Tell me exactly what happened!" Harry laughed loudly, and the five of them left the hospital wing in a rush, leaving a disgruntled Madam Pomfrey calling after them to be careful next time.
* * * * *
"Harte, Emma." Professor McGonagall called out.
"Gryffindor!" shouted the Sorting Hat as it was placed on her head.
"Little, Sarah."
"Hufflepuff!"
"Worhtone, Sethers."
"Slyther-" the Sorting Hat was rudely interrupted as the doors that led into the Great Hall flew open as Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and Neville Longbottom came running in, making a mad dash for the Gryffindor table. Dumbledore, the headmaster, smiled. His eyes twinkled in merriment as he watched the boys look absolutely terrified. They sat down in their usual seats, trying to make as little noise as possible, but that was pointless since everyone in the Great Hall was dead silent. Professor McGonagall glared at them and gave them a warning look. She soon continued the sorting ceremony. Harry's eyes happened to wander over to the Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy was sneering at them. Apparently, he got his pupils back. The spell must not have been permanent. Ron, who noticed that Harry wasn't looking at the front of the hall, followed his gaze. His eyes turned to ice as his eyes rested upon Draco.
"We'll get him Harry. Malfoy will pay" Ron spat, still glaring at Malfoy. Harry and Ron's gaze snapped back to the front when they heard their headmaster begin to speak.
"Good evening, students. Another year at Hogwarts has begun. Welcome first years, may you enjoy your first year here and enjoy for many more years to come. A reminder to all students, the third year corridor is off limits, as well as the Forbidden Forest. Our caretaker, Mr. Argus Filch, has see to it that proper punishments will be given out to those who wish to not obey the rules. Also, I would like to announce our fifth year prefects for this year. I would first like to call up Harry Potter." Harry gasped as he felt Ron nudge his side, and had laughed when he had seen the look on Harry's face. Harry got off the bench, threw a smug glance at Malfoy, who in turn sneered back, and then made his way up to the front of the hall. Students from every house were cheering his name, even some of the students from Slytherin, especially the girls who had begun to notice Harry since his victory in the Triwizard Tournament last year. Harry stood beside Dumbledore and shook his hand. Dumbledore smiled at him. "Next, I would like to call Ron Weasley." Harry smiled broadly. Ron jogged up to the front and stood beside Harry. They both shook each other's hands and laughed at the humor of them being prefects like Percy had been previous years. "Next, I ask that Draco Malfoy would come up." Draco Malfoy came to the front and stood near them. Harry and Ron rolled their eyes and continued to listen to Dumbledore. He had called up two girls, one from Hufflepuff and one from Ravenclaw. "And last, but definetly not least, Hermione Granger!" Harry and Ron almost choked on their own stupidity. They had forgotten about Hermione! Harry was about to tell Dumbledore that Hermione wasn't on the train, when the Great Hall doors opened yet again. Harry, Ron, Draco, and all of the other boys gasped as the Great Hall went dead silent.
Harry could barely speak, but when he did, he shouted, "Hermione? Is that you?"