Betrayal
Chapter 2
Harry, still shaking with the events, climbed onto the train. He sat in the Head Boy/Girl compartment and closed his eyes. Why was he like this? Freaking out when he saw someone who even remotely resembled a Death Eater? He sat in the compartment, not noticing when Hermione, the Head Girl obviously, climbed aboard. She sat down next to him, and patted his back comfortably. Harry scooted away from her.
"Harry, no one blames you!" she informed him soothingly. Harry shook his head.
"Some of them do," he said. "Not everyone is as honorable as you, Hermione!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well, considering the only seven people who know are your friends, I think I know what I'm saying!"
"That's not the only thing that I'm talking about. What about Sirius? Cedric? What about all those first and second years that never even had a chance? It's my fault, Hermione."
Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but just then, all the fifth and sixth year prefects entered the compartment. Groaning, Harry pulled himself together to greet them.
"Hello fellow authority figures!" he said half heartedly. Hermione chanced a worried glance at him, but he didn't notice.
"As the sixth years already should know," Harry said, smiling at the Gryffindor sixth year prefects, Ginny Weasley and Colin Creevy, "Hermione and I are the new Head Boy and Girl!" Luna Lovegood smiled dreamily at him. Harry found himself staring at her for a moment before remembering what he was supposed to be saying.
"Harry and I have created the patrolling schedule for this year. Remember, you do the same every week. There are two people per three floors, each patrolling for three and a half hours at a time. When the exams come around, the sixth years will be doing a lot, as the fifth years have O.W.L.S and we have N.E.W.T.S. Is everyone clear on that?" Hermione asked.
"Yes..." there was a murmur of agreement.
"Good, you may now disperse to the other compartments!"
The prefects left, leaving only Harry, Hermione, and Luna.
"Hello, Harry," she said
"Erm...Hi Luna," Harry answered uncertainly
"How was you're summer?" she asked.
"Great, how about yours?" Harry said, and Hermione struggled to muffle her giggles in the background.
"Oh, it was splendid. Daddy did some research and discovered that the Crumple Horned Snorknak really lives in Antarctica! We went, but couldn't find any."
"Oh," Harry said, grinning widely now, as Hermione stuffed her robes in her mouth.
"Well, I best be off!" she said, and walked out like a ghost.
Only now did Hermione dare to burst into uncontrollable giggles. Harry patted her back as they walked through the narrow passageway, looking for their friends. Harry spotted them, and led Hermione in.
"What's so funny?" Parvati asked, not looking up from her book, Body Care Spells for the Decent Girl.
"Luna Lovegood,' Harry said simply, cracking a smile.
The rest of the trip passed by quickly. Harry and Parvati played Wizards Chess (Parvati beat Harry. "I've been taking lessons," she said, looking at Ron.) Justin and Ernie played Exploding Snap, which left their faces black and smudged. After both of those were done, Parvati challenged Harry to a game of MiniQuidditch. This game was an invention of Fred and George's. There was a mini pitch with mini players that you controlled with your wand. Quite a bit more challenging then real Quidditch, as you had to have an eye on every player at once. Harry ended up walloping Parvati, who had expected to win, for she had been a chaser on the Gryffindor team for two years. ("Remember," he told her, "I've been playing the real thing for seven years.").
The train slowed to a stop. Harry and Hermione, who already had their robes on, exited as the rest of the group changed. They had to be at the compartment doors to let people out anyway. After everyone had exited the train, Harry and Hermione raced to board the now-not-horseless carriages with the rest of their friends.
Parvati was eyeing the Thestrals wearily. "I'll never get used to those, ever," she stated.
The seven friends entered the entrance hall. Justin ran off, saying he needed to get something. Draco also headed down to the dungeons, claiming that he needed to get a potion from Snape.
Harry, Hermione, Neville, Parvati, and Ernie entered the Hall. Ernie bid them goodbye and headed toward the Hufflepuff table, while they all sat at Gryffindor.
Seamus and Dean were there, but Lavender was missing.
"Where's Lavender?" Harry asked.
"Hospital Wing," Parvati said. "She tripped on the train and broke her arm."
"Oh," Harry said, noticing that Justin and Draco had just arrived.
Professor Snape entered the hall with the first years following him. As Dumbledore had retired to the South of France, McGonagall was Headmistress, and Snape was Deputy Headmaster.
The Sorting Hat was brought out. Harry looked at it, anticipating its song.
Just as he had expected, the brim opened, and it began to sing.
A millennium has past From when I was newly sewn. And ever since then My job has been well known. The purpose of my existence Is to quarter every year. In Gryffindor, Those who have not a fear In Hufflepuff, Are the hardworking loyal In Ravenclaw, Go the smart, seemingly royal Lastly in Slytherin, Go the cunning and the sly. But this year I must warn you There are many who do lie. Keep your friends close But keep you enemies closer. Things are not what they seem They are not what they appear Friends will scheme Housemates will scream Now remember what I have told you. For every part of it is true. Now let us sort the few That are new to us this year.
Harry exchanged looks with the members of the Department of Mysteries battle. The last time the Sorting hat had warned them, it had practically foretold the death of Sirius. Harry looked at the Sorting Hat.
Had Godric Gryffindor, the person who made the Hat, been a seer?
Harry had no time to ponder that, as Snape started calling out the names of the first years.
Harry didn't pay much attention to the Sorting, only glancing when he heard a familiar name. Henry Bones went to Hufflepuff with his sister; Robert Brocklehurst went to Gryffindor, although his sister was in Ravenclaw. Sam Patil joined his sister in Ravenclaw, and Sally Thomas joined Dean in Gryffindor. Finally, the feast began. Harry ate like a hungry beast.
"Harry, did you listen to the Sorting Hat?" Hermione asked. Harry stopped inhaling his food to answer her.
"Yea I did. I had to wonder, d'you think Gryffindor was a Seer? I mean, he created the hat, and fifth year it was right..."
"Actually I think it is..." said Nearly Headless Nick. "In 1981, the year Voldemort fell, it said: Happiness will soon be restored, celebrating will ensue."
"Yea, but why didn't it warn us in fourth year about Voldemort-grow up Ron!- returning?" Hermione pondered.
"Maybe," Harry said, "It can only See a few month's into the future!"
"But Sirius died in June..." Harry said, surprised he didn't feel upset.
"Well," Ron said, "if you think about it, the hat really didn't foretell that..."
"Good point, Ron," Hermione said.
"But if it is a Seer, what did it mean by Friends will scheme? Was it talking about us, you think?"
"I doubt i-,"
"No Ron, the hat was looking at us. Pointedly you, Harry." Hermione said firmly.
Harry was struck dumb. "M-me?" he asked, unmanned.
"Yes...and after what happened today..." Hermione trailed off. Harry gulped.
"I've got a really bad feeling about this..." Ron said.
Harry trudged up the stairs, and went to his dorm. He lie down in his bed, thinking. Before long, he fell asleep.
The next morning, Harry went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. He had just walked in, when every head looked at him. Uneasy, he walked to his seat between Parvati and Hermione. "What's going on?" he hissed. Before Parvati could answer, the doors to the Great Hall burst open. Before Harry knew who it was, he felt the coldness and heard the unwanted things in his mind. He looked.
Newly appointed Mistress of Magic Amelia Bones stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the light. Flanking her were two dementors.
"Harry James Potter, you are under arrest for the use of the Cruciatus curse on a Muggle woman." Harry stared at her, horrified. Professor McGonagall walked up to him.
"Potter, follow me," she said tersely. He stood, very much aware that every eye in the Great Hall was on him. He followed McGonagall, who had a quick word with Bones (who much more understanding then her predecessor). She ordered the dementors away, and the three went to McGonagall's office.
Harry, still shaking with the events, climbed onto the train. He sat in the Head Boy/Girl compartment and closed his eyes. Why was he like this? Freaking out when he saw someone who even remotely resembled a Death Eater? He sat in the compartment, not noticing when Hermione, the Head Girl obviously, climbed aboard. She sat down next to him, and patted his back comfortably. Harry scooted away from her.
"Harry, no one blames you!" she informed him soothingly. Harry shook his head.
"Some of them do," he said. "Not everyone is as honorable as you, Hermione!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well, considering the only seven people who know are your friends, I think I know what I'm saying!"
"That's not the only thing that I'm talking about. What about Sirius? Cedric? What about all those first and second years that never even had a chance? It's my fault, Hermione."
Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but just then, all the fifth and sixth year prefects entered the compartment. Groaning, Harry pulled himself together to greet them.
"Hello fellow authority figures!" he said half heartedly. Hermione chanced a worried glance at him, but he didn't notice.
"As the sixth years already should know," Harry said, smiling at the Gryffindor sixth year prefects, Ginny Weasley and Colin Creevy, "Hermione and I are the new Head Boy and Girl!" Luna Lovegood smiled dreamily at him. Harry found himself staring at her for a moment before remembering what he was supposed to be saying.
"Harry and I have created the patrolling schedule for this year. Remember, you do the same every week. There are two people per three floors, each patrolling for three and a half hours at a time. When the exams come around, the sixth years will be doing a lot, as the fifth years have O.W.L.S and we have N.E.W.T.S. Is everyone clear on that?" Hermione asked.
"Yes..." there was a murmur of agreement.
"Good, you may now disperse to the other compartments!"
The prefects left, leaving only Harry, Hermione, and Luna.
"Hello, Harry," she said
"Erm...Hi Luna," Harry answered uncertainly
"How was you're summer?" she asked.
"Great, how about yours?" Harry said, and Hermione struggled to muffle her giggles in the background.
"Oh, it was splendid. Daddy did some research and discovered that the Crumple Horned Snorknak really lives in Antarctica! We went, but couldn't find any."
"Oh," Harry said, grinning widely now, as Hermione stuffed her robes in her mouth.
"Well, I best be off!" she said, and walked out like a ghost.
Only now did Hermione dare to burst into uncontrollable giggles. Harry patted her back as they walked through the narrow passageway, looking for their friends. Harry spotted them, and led Hermione in.
"What's so funny?" Parvati asked, not looking up from her book, Body Care Spells for the Decent Girl.
"Luna Lovegood,' Harry said simply, cracking a smile.
The rest of the trip passed by quickly. Harry and Parvati played Wizards Chess (Parvati beat Harry. "I've been taking lessons," she said, looking at Ron.) Justin and Ernie played Exploding Snap, which left their faces black and smudged. After both of those were done, Parvati challenged Harry to a game of MiniQuidditch. This game was an invention of Fred and George's. There was a mini pitch with mini players that you controlled with your wand. Quite a bit more challenging then real Quidditch, as you had to have an eye on every player at once. Harry ended up walloping Parvati, who had expected to win, for she had been a chaser on the Gryffindor team for two years. ("Remember," he told her, "I've been playing the real thing for seven years.").
The train slowed to a stop. Harry and Hermione, who already had their robes on, exited as the rest of the group changed. They had to be at the compartment doors to let people out anyway. After everyone had exited the train, Harry and Hermione raced to board the now-not-horseless carriages with the rest of their friends.
Parvati was eyeing the Thestrals wearily. "I'll never get used to those, ever," she stated.
The seven friends entered the entrance hall. Justin ran off, saying he needed to get something. Draco also headed down to the dungeons, claiming that he needed to get a potion from Snape.
Harry, Hermione, Neville, Parvati, and Ernie entered the Hall. Ernie bid them goodbye and headed toward the Hufflepuff table, while they all sat at Gryffindor.
Seamus and Dean were there, but Lavender was missing.
"Where's Lavender?" Harry asked.
"Hospital Wing," Parvati said. "She tripped on the train and broke her arm."
"Oh," Harry said, noticing that Justin and Draco had just arrived.
Professor Snape entered the hall with the first years following him. As Dumbledore had retired to the South of France, McGonagall was Headmistress, and Snape was Deputy Headmaster.
The Sorting Hat was brought out. Harry looked at it, anticipating its song.
Just as he had expected, the brim opened, and it began to sing.
A millennium has past From when I was newly sewn. And ever since then My job has been well known. The purpose of my existence Is to quarter every year. In Gryffindor, Those who have not a fear In Hufflepuff, Are the hardworking loyal In Ravenclaw, Go the smart, seemingly royal Lastly in Slytherin, Go the cunning and the sly. But this year I must warn you There are many who do lie. Keep your friends close But keep you enemies closer. Things are not what they seem They are not what they appear Friends will scheme Housemates will scream Now remember what I have told you. For every part of it is true. Now let us sort the few That are new to us this year.
Harry exchanged looks with the members of the Department of Mysteries battle. The last time the Sorting hat had warned them, it had practically foretold the death of Sirius. Harry looked at the Sorting Hat.
Had Godric Gryffindor, the person who made the Hat, been a seer?
Harry had no time to ponder that, as Snape started calling out the names of the first years.
Harry didn't pay much attention to the Sorting, only glancing when he heard a familiar name. Henry Bones went to Hufflepuff with his sister; Robert Brocklehurst went to Gryffindor, although his sister was in Ravenclaw. Sam Patil joined his sister in Ravenclaw, and Sally Thomas joined Dean in Gryffindor. Finally, the feast began. Harry ate like a hungry beast.
"Harry, did you listen to the Sorting Hat?" Hermione asked. Harry stopped inhaling his food to answer her.
"Yea I did. I had to wonder, d'you think Gryffindor was a Seer? I mean, he created the hat, and fifth year it was right..."
"Actually I think it is..." said Nearly Headless Nick. "In 1981, the year Voldemort fell, it said: Happiness will soon be restored, celebrating will ensue."
"Yea, but why didn't it warn us in fourth year about Voldemort-grow up Ron!- returning?" Hermione pondered.
"Maybe," Harry said, "It can only See a few month's into the future!"
"But Sirius died in June..." Harry said, surprised he didn't feel upset.
"Well," Ron said, "if you think about it, the hat really didn't foretell that..."
"Good point, Ron," Hermione said.
"But if it is a Seer, what did it mean by Friends will scheme? Was it talking about us, you think?"
"I doubt i-,"
"No Ron, the hat was looking at us. Pointedly you, Harry." Hermione said firmly.
Harry was struck dumb. "M-me?" he asked, unmanned.
"Yes...and after what happened today..." Hermione trailed off. Harry gulped.
"I've got a really bad feeling about this..." Ron said.
Harry trudged up the stairs, and went to his dorm. He lie down in his bed, thinking. Before long, he fell asleep.
The next morning, Harry went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. He had just walked in, when every head looked at him. Uneasy, he walked to his seat between Parvati and Hermione. "What's going on?" he hissed. Before Parvati could answer, the doors to the Great Hall burst open. Before Harry knew who it was, he felt the coldness and heard the unwanted things in his mind. He looked.
Newly appointed Mistress of Magic Amelia Bones stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the light. Flanking her were two dementors.
"Harry James Potter, you are under arrest for the use of the Cruciatus curse on a Muggle woman." Harry stared at her, horrified. Professor McGonagall walked up to him.
"Potter, follow me," she said tersely. He stood, very much aware that every eye in the Great Hall was on him. He followed McGonagall, who had a quick word with Bones (who much more understanding then her predecessor). She ordered the dementors away, and the three went to McGonagall's office.