A/N: Sorry it's taken so long to get this part up everyone. I've been
plagued with disasters, disks not working, internet went down, blah, blah,
blah. Anyway, I know it's short, but the next part is really long, and
really good.
Part 6.
At the portrait of the Fat Lady Harry gave the password before the Fat Lady could ask for it. "Gillyweed."
In the Gryffindor common Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Neville sat by the fire talking quietly.
"We were just about to send out a search party for you!" Hermione exclaimed. "We were worried."
"I was talking to Professor Dumbledore and Professor Said." Harry told her.
"We know. We just thought that something might have gone wrong." Ginny smiled and shifted a bit so that Harry could sit down.
Before anyone could speak about his conversation with Dumbledore and Professor Said, Harry changed the subject. "Do you think we should try an Illusion Jinx in our next DA session? I've done a fair bit of reading up on them, they seem simple enough. I think we should pratice our Patronuses more too. Some people's are still a little weak."
"That sounds really good." Hermione began. "Maybe we should try a Slowing Jinx too."
Everyone nodded. "I think I'll head up to bed now." Harry said, yawning widely. The yawn was infectious, forcing all five of them up to bed.
In the darkest reaches of the night Harry woke with a jump, as though someone had just tapped him on the shoulder.
Straight away he pulled out his wand, whispering, 'Lumos.' The tip of his wand flared with light casting the room in pale light, making the shadows deeper.
The other boys slept on soundly, unaware of any danger.
Harry shoved his blankets aside and got out of bed, the stone floor cold beneath his feet. Already he knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep again that night.
He walked down the winding staircase into the common room, taking a seat on the hearth rug in front of the dying fire.
Crookshank's, Hermione's ginger cat sauntered over to him, before lying down, resting it's enormous head on Harry's knee.
Absently he rubbed his hands together, as though he was trying to warm them.
"Would Harry Potter like the fire stoked and a blanket?" A reedy voice asked from accross the room.
Harry jumped, startling Crookshanks. "Dobby, I didn't see you there!"
"Dobby is sorry for frightening Harry Potter." The house elf cried.
"Were you upstairs a few minutes ago? In my dormitory?"
"No sir." Dobby answered. "Dobby has not been upstairs. Other house elves, Winky, Mucher and Jinky clean upstairs in Harry Potter's room. They have not been upstairs yet. Has something upset Harry Potter, sir?"
"I felt like something woke me up, touched me on the shoulder." Harry told him.
"Dobby is very worried for Harry Potter, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is hunting him, wanting to do horrible things to Harry Potter."
"I know, Dobby. I know." Harry said, absently scratching Crookshanks behind the ears.
"Dobby wishes he could do something to help Harry Potter. Dobby wishes he could bind himself to sir, to keep him safe."
In the rapidly cooling air Harry shivered. Dobby yelped and darted off to bring him a blanket, before dashing off to finish his work.
Part 6.
At the portrait of the Fat Lady Harry gave the password before the Fat Lady could ask for it. "Gillyweed."
In the Gryffindor common Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Neville sat by the fire talking quietly.
"We were just about to send out a search party for you!" Hermione exclaimed. "We were worried."
"I was talking to Professor Dumbledore and Professor Said." Harry told her.
"We know. We just thought that something might have gone wrong." Ginny smiled and shifted a bit so that Harry could sit down.
Before anyone could speak about his conversation with Dumbledore and Professor Said, Harry changed the subject. "Do you think we should try an Illusion Jinx in our next DA session? I've done a fair bit of reading up on them, they seem simple enough. I think we should pratice our Patronuses more too. Some people's are still a little weak."
"That sounds really good." Hermione began. "Maybe we should try a Slowing Jinx too."
Everyone nodded. "I think I'll head up to bed now." Harry said, yawning widely. The yawn was infectious, forcing all five of them up to bed.
In the darkest reaches of the night Harry woke with a jump, as though someone had just tapped him on the shoulder.
Straight away he pulled out his wand, whispering, 'Lumos.' The tip of his wand flared with light casting the room in pale light, making the shadows deeper.
The other boys slept on soundly, unaware of any danger.
Harry shoved his blankets aside and got out of bed, the stone floor cold beneath his feet. Already he knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep again that night.
He walked down the winding staircase into the common room, taking a seat on the hearth rug in front of the dying fire.
Crookshank's, Hermione's ginger cat sauntered over to him, before lying down, resting it's enormous head on Harry's knee.
Absently he rubbed his hands together, as though he was trying to warm them.
"Would Harry Potter like the fire stoked and a blanket?" A reedy voice asked from accross the room.
Harry jumped, startling Crookshanks. "Dobby, I didn't see you there!"
"Dobby is sorry for frightening Harry Potter." The house elf cried.
"Were you upstairs a few minutes ago? In my dormitory?"
"No sir." Dobby answered. "Dobby has not been upstairs. Other house elves, Winky, Mucher and Jinky clean upstairs in Harry Potter's room. They have not been upstairs yet. Has something upset Harry Potter, sir?"
"I felt like something woke me up, touched me on the shoulder." Harry told him.
"Dobby is very worried for Harry Potter, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is hunting him, wanting to do horrible things to Harry Potter."
"I know, Dobby. I know." Harry said, absently scratching Crookshanks behind the ears.
"Dobby wishes he could do something to help Harry Potter. Dobby wishes he could bind himself to sir, to keep him safe."
In the rapidly cooling air Harry shivered. Dobby yelped and darted off to bring him a blanket, before dashing off to finish his work.