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*FireboltPrincess*
Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked into the Great Hall just when the morning post came. The ceiling was a thin, cloudy, yet sunny morning. They situated themselves down on a deserted bench. Hermione's Daily Prophet was delivered by a dark barn owl. She untied the paper and stuck a silver sickle into the pouch tied to the owl's leg. Looking at the front cover, she flung her hand to her mouth to smother a gasp.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Ron asked. She gazed slowly up at them and turned the paper around to show the headline followed by a short article. Harry wrenched the paper from Hermione's grasp and read aloud:
Vanishing Disaster
Last night, the Ministry of Magic was holding a high security meeting
in one of the courtrooms in the Ministry. The court ruling was based
upon a man under the name of Antonin Dolohov, first put into Azkaban
for the cruel murders of Gideon and Fabian Prewett, he was found and
caught by a Ministry Auror and sentenced to a trial.
During the trial, however, the members of the court appeared to have
fainted in their seats, Dolohov included. The still alert Members of
the court ran to find help to revive the inactive court, and when they
returned all fainted members had vanished. The immoral Dolohov was
also found to have vanished. At the seat of Dolohov was chained,
there was a medallion with an engraved picture of a serpent on the
front. Other than this medallion, no trace of the Members was ever
found.
The Minister of Magic claims that this room included about seventy-
nine Members when the trial had started. When counted, the Minister
believed about forty-three of the Members had fainted and vanished.
"We have looked for a possible reason to why the disappearances have
occurred, none of the other workers here in the Ministry seemed to
have vanished. We assumed that Dolohov is behind this with his other
dark recruits, but none of this should scare the people of the
community, for we are doing our best and time to look for the innocent
victims."
"Vanishing people? How could a whole room just vanish without someone
seeing them?!" Ron cried.
"Well no one did see them vanish, they all left to get help. You're
right though, I mean, how could a whole room of court members
disappear?" Hermione thought aloud. She had pulled the paper from
Harry's loose grip and stared with disgust at the picture of the empty
courtroom.
"You know what this means right?" Harry asked looking at the both of them. "We know who is behind it, but Fudge just doesn't want to put it in the Daily Prophet, just in case it might scare the community."
"Oh, anyone could figure that out Harry, it's just...well, how could V- Voldemort... oh shut up Ron... how could he have taken all those people, though." Hermione questioned, poking at her porridge. "And that medallion, I mean to say, that is a for sure mark that Voldemort was there."
"I bet it was a ploy," Ron put out.
"Oh Ron, please..." Hermione groaned.
"No listen! Fudge could have planned the vanishing and placed the medallion there to blame He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. See, see?" Ron suggested eagerly.
"Ron, Fudge wouldn't just put that medallion there. He first denied the fact that Voldemort...get a hold of yourself Ron...that Voldemort had returned so that the public would not be alarmed. So, why would Fudge risk the society getting out of control?" Hermione said skeptically. She took the paper, folded it and put it into her bag. "Harry are you sure you are alright? You aren't eating, did you have another dream?"
"No, I'm fine, trust me." He looked at her with a look of virtuousness.
"Fine, fine. Should we get started on our homework then? We still have to finish that Astronomy chart."
Harry nodded and the three of them grabbed their bags and headed out to the open grounds. They sat underneath a large oak tree. Bundling themselves up from the slight breeze, they started their hefty amount of homework. Harry just couldn't get the picture of the courtroom from his mind. If Voldemort had really taken all those people, then where could they be now? What was he doing to them? Torture most likely.
Harry was deep in thought when he heard a voice above him.
"Harry, Harry? Harry, are you okay?" Harry looked up and saw Neville standing in front of him.
"Sorry Neville. I...... wasn't paying attention," Harry apologized. Neville was looking down on him in a weary sort of way.
"Neville do you need something?" Hermione asked, staring at him.
"Umm... well... no, I was just wondering if... well... Harry would mind helping me with a few jinxes I learned." Neville looked embarrassed. Ron looked at Harry and seemed to swallow a snicker.
"Sure Neville, Harry would love to help you. When did you..." Hermione's voice was driven out of Harry's mind.
Harry's eyes traveled to the edge of the forest where the tree line started. The trees were trembling as though in a small breeze, although Harry felt none. The trees stopped trembling immediately; there, standing between two trees, was a tall, cloaked, dark figure, wand pointed straight through the trees and into the sky. There, the glittering outline of a skull and a snake, were formed above the trees.
*FireboltPrincess*
Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked into the Great Hall just when the morning post came. The ceiling was a thin, cloudy, yet sunny morning. They situated themselves down on a deserted bench. Hermione's Daily Prophet was delivered by a dark barn owl. She untied the paper and stuck a silver sickle into the pouch tied to the owl's leg. Looking at the front cover, she flung her hand to her mouth to smother a gasp.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Ron asked. She gazed slowly up at them and turned the paper around to show the headline followed by a short article. Harry wrenched the paper from Hermione's grasp and read aloud:
Vanishing Disaster
Last night, the Ministry of Magic was holding a high security meeting
in one of the courtrooms in the Ministry. The court ruling was based
upon a man under the name of Antonin Dolohov, first put into Azkaban
for the cruel murders of Gideon and Fabian Prewett, he was found and
caught by a Ministry Auror and sentenced to a trial.
During the trial, however, the members of the court appeared to have
fainted in their seats, Dolohov included. The still alert Members of
the court ran to find help to revive the inactive court, and when they
returned all fainted members had vanished. The immoral Dolohov was
also found to have vanished. At the seat of Dolohov was chained,
there was a medallion with an engraved picture of a serpent on the
front. Other than this medallion, no trace of the Members was ever
found.
The Minister of Magic claims that this room included about seventy-
nine Members when the trial had started. When counted, the Minister
believed about forty-three of the Members had fainted and vanished.
"We have looked for a possible reason to why the disappearances have
occurred, none of the other workers here in the Ministry seemed to
have vanished. We assumed that Dolohov is behind this with his other
dark recruits, but none of this should scare the people of the
community, for we are doing our best and time to look for the innocent
victims."
"Vanishing people? How could a whole room just vanish without someone
seeing them?!" Ron cried.
"Well no one did see them vanish, they all left to get help. You're
right though, I mean, how could a whole room of court members
disappear?" Hermione thought aloud. She had pulled the paper from
Harry's loose grip and stared with disgust at the picture of the empty
courtroom.
"You know what this means right?" Harry asked looking at the both of them. "We know who is behind it, but Fudge just doesn't want to put it in the Daily Prophet, just in case it might scare the community."
"Oh, anyone could figure that out Harry, it's just...well, how could V- Voldemort... oh shut up Ron... how could he have taken all those people, though." Hermione questioned, poking at her porridge. "And that medallion, I mean to say, that is a for sure mark that Voldemort was there."
"I bet it was a ploy," Ron put out.
"Oh Ron, please..." Hermione groaned.
"No listen! Fudge could have planned the vanishing and placed the medallion there to blame He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. See, see?" Ron suggested eagerly.
"Ron, Fudge wouldn't just put that medallion there. He first denied the fact that Voldemort...get a hold of yourself Ron...that Voldemort had returned so that the public would not be alarmed. So, why would Fudge risk the society getting out of control?" Hermione said skeptically. She took the paper, folded it and put it into her bag. "Harry are you sure you are alright? You aren't eating, did you have another dream?"
"No, I'm fine, trust me." He looked at her with a look of virtuousness.
"Fine, fine. Should we get started on our homework then? We still have to finish that Astronomy chart."
Harry nodded and the three of them grabbed their bags and headed out to the open grounds. They sat underneath a large oak tree. Bundling themselves up from the slight breeze, they started their hefty amount of homework. Harry just couldn't get the picture of the courtroom from his mind. If Voldemort had really taken all those people, then where could they be now? What was he doing to them? Torture most likely.
Harry was deep in thought when he heard a voice above him.
"Harry, Harry? Harry, are you okay?" Harry looked up and saw Neville standing in front of him.
"Sorry Neville. I...... wasn't paying attention," Harry apologized. Neville was looking down on him in a weary sort of way.
"Neville do you need something?" Hermione asked, staring at him.
"Umm... well... no, I was just wondering if... well... Harry would mind helping me with a few jinxes I learned." Neville looked embarrassed. Ron looked at Harry and seemed to swallow a snicker.
"Sure Neville, Harry would love to help you. When did you..." Hermione's voice was driven out of Harry's mind.
Harry's eyes traveled to the edge of the forest where the tree line started. The trees were trembling as though in a small breeze, although Harry felt none. The trees stopped trembling immediately; there, standing between two trees, was a tall, cloaked, dark figure, wand pointed straight through the trees and into the sky. There, the glittering outline of a skull and a snake, were formed above the trees.