Next chapter. Not a lot to say about this one, so enjoy : )
STORY:
Mrs. Weasley could be heard shouting at Malfoy from the top floor. Charlie had left them on the first floor to talk to Percy, Fred and George on the second, leaving Harry, Ron and Hermione to climb the last flights of stairs by themselves.
"That was a great spell, Hermione, how did you..."
"Oh, Harry, I should have told you, just before we left I was talking to Professor Flitwick and he said there was a spell that might have interested me. It's a simple charm that shows the last major event the wand holder went through."
"I wonder who our new defense against the Dark Arts teacher is..." Ron said.
"Dunno. Some one with a lot of guts." Harry replied.
The three walked into Ron's room and closed the door. Hermione was trying to teach Harry a few simple charms, hoping they could be used sometime during the next year.
"How can you practice magic without getting expelled?" Malfoys cold voice asked from the doorway.
"Because sixth years are allowed. I thought, seeing as you dad is in the Ministry, he would have told you the new rules." Hermione replied simply.
"Sixth years can practice magic?"
"Of course not, why aren't we being sent letters to say we've received warnings?" Hermione said sarcastically.
Malfoy shot her an evil look before leaving the room. Hermione turned back to Harry. His eyes met hers and he looked out of the window.
"What're Fred and George doing?" He asked.
Ron looked up and out of the window. Fred was giving George a leg up over the fence. George disappeared over the other side and Fred followed. A pair of red heads were visible running through the long grass in the field next door.
"Those two are seriously pushing it, mum's already annoyed with them for buying that shop in Hogsmeade, this is gonna push her over the edge."
"Where are they going?"
"They spend most of their time nowadays in the barn over there, it's become an inventing studio."
"Molly's going to go skits when I tell her." Malfoy sneered sidling into view.
"How will you tell his if you can't remember?"
"What do you mean Granger?"
"Obliviate!"
Malfoy stumbled backwards and fell out of the door. He removed his hands from over his eyes and looked up at Hermione.
"Hello, you're very pretty, did you know that?"
"Shut up Malfoy." Hermione snapped.
"Draco!" Ginny shouted up the stairs.
"She means you." Ron said.
"Huh?"
Ron pulled Malfoy to his feet and shoved him across the landing. Malfoy waved to them before tumbling down the stairs.
"Draco? What are you doing?"
"Merry Christmas." Malfoys voice floated up the stairs.
"Mum! Something's wrong with Draco!" Ginny shouted.
"What? What's wrong Ginny?"
Mrs. Weasley appeared on the lending below Harry, Ron and Hermione. Harry touched Hermione's arm and they disappeared into Ron's room.
"Come on, It's 'Lobina Atrificate'" Hermione said.
"Okay I get you." Harry said for the umpteenth time. "Lobina Atrificate!"
The scene from the graveyard flickered on the floor, where Harry had pointed the tip of his wand. It wavered and disappeared.
"It's no use, you'll never get it Harry." Ron said from the bed.
"I'd like to see you try." Harry replied.
"All right."
"'Lobina Atrificate'" Hermione dictated at once.
"Gotcha. Lobina Atrificate!" Ron shouted.
A scene none of the three recognized was emitted from the end of the wand. Mrs. Weasley was sobbing in a corner with a body lying in the center of the room.
"Ron, what is this?"
"It was from the order last year." Harry said.
"It is?" Ron asked looking flabbergasted.
"That's a Bogart. It's not really you, Ron."
The scene flickered and died. Mr. Weasley's voice floated up the stairs. At once they left the room and walked down the stairs.
Mr. Weasley had called them down for dinner. Another silent affair. After five minutes of silence, Mrs. Weasley bravely spoke up to try and start a conversation.
"Harry, did you enjoy your stay with the Dursleys?"
Malfoy, obviously cured, snorted into his dinner. Harry shot an evil look at him, his knife and fork clattering against the plate.
"Oh, have a good laugh Malfoy, we all know you're pure blood." Harry said, his anger rising. "Have a good gloat! Harry Potter, the only known survivor of Voldemort, the one with no parents! The one with no family!" Harry found himself shouting, "You wouldn't know that would you, never had to suffer like I do! Then there was Sirius! That's right Sirius Black! My godfather, the one who escaped Azkaban! My last relative! I spent last summer with him, and Christmas! I had a person who really cared! The only problem now is HE'S DEAD!"
Silence was Harry's answer. Standing up so fast, his chair fell over backwards; Harry stormed up the stairs. Slamming Ron's bedroom door, Harry collapsed onto his camp bed and buried his face in his pillow. Hedwig hooted softly and landed on the bed next to Harry's shoulder.
"Hey, Hedwig." Harry said softly, rolling onto his back.
Hedwig spread her wings and fluttered them against Harry's cheek. She walked onto Harry's chest and let him stroke her head. The door opened and Hermione appeared looking as though she was about to cry.
"Harry?" She whispered.
"What do you want?" Harry replied coldly.
"Oh Harry, don't be angry with me too." Hermione whimpered.
"What do you want?" Harry repeated.
Hermione burst into tears. Feeling a pang of guilt Harry stood up and put his arms around her. She felt his arms close around her and looked up into his eyes.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay, It's not your fault Malfoy doesn't use the little brain he has." Hermione replied wiping her eyes.
"I...It's just getting to me."
"What is?"
"Everything...That's all."
STORY:
Mrs. Weasley could be heard shouting at Malfoy from the top floor. Charlie had left them on the first floor to talk to Percy, Fred and George on the second, leaving Harry, Ron and Hermione to climb the last flights of stairs by themselves.
"That was a great spell, Hermione, how did you..."
"Oh, Harry, I should have told you, just before we left I was talking to Professor Flitwick and he said there was a spell that might have interested me. It's a simple charm that shows the last major event the wand holder went through."
"I wonder who our new defense against the Dark Arts teacher is..." Ron said.
"Dunno. Some one with a lot of guts." Harry replied.
The three walked into Ron's room and closed the door. Hermione was trying to teach Harry a few simple charms, hoping they could be used sometime during the next year.
"How can you practice magic without getting expelled?" Malfoys cold voice asked from the doorway.
"Because sixth years are allowed. I thought, seeing as you dad is in the Ministry, he would have told you the new rules." Hermione replied simply.
"Sixth years can practice magic?"
"Of course not, why aren't we being sent letters to say we've received warnings?" Hermione said sarcastically.
Malfoy shot her an evil look before leaving the room. Hermione turned back to Harry. His eyes met hers and he looked out of the window.
"What're Fred and George doing?" He asked.
Ron looked up and out of the window. Fred was giving George a leg up over the fence. George disappeared over the other side and Fred followed. A pair of red heads were visible running through the long grass in the field next door.
"Those two are seriously pushing it, mum's already annoyed with them for buying that shop in Hogsmeade, this is gonna push her over the edge."
"Where are they going?"
"They spend most of their time nowadays in the barn over there, it's become an inventing studio."
"Molly's going to go skits when I tell her." Malfoy sneered sidling into view.
"How will you tell his if you can't remember?"
"What do you mean Granger?"
"Obliviate!"
Malfoy stumbled backwards and fell out of the door. He removed his hands from over his eyes and looked up at Hermione.
"Hello, you're very pretty, did you know that?"
"Shut up Malfoy." Hermione snapped.
"Draco!" Ginny shouted up the stairs.
"She means you." Ron said.
"Huh?"
Ron pulled Malfoy to his feet and shoved him across the landing. Malfoy waved to them before tumbling down the stairs.
"Draco? What are you doing?"
"Merry Christmas." Malfoys voice floated up the stairs.
"Mum! Something's wrong with Draco!" Ginny shouted.
"What? What's wrong Ginny?"
Mrs. Weasley appeared on the lending below Harry, Ron and Hermione. Harry touched Hermione's arm and they disappeared into Ron's room.
"Come on, It's 'Lobina Atrificate'" Hermione said.
"Okay I get you." Harry said for the umpteenth time. "Lobina Atrificate!"
The scene from the graveyard flickered on the floor, where Harry had pointed the tip of his wand. It wavered and disappeared.
"It's no use, you'll never get it Harry." Ron said from the bed.
"I'd like to see you try." Harry replied.
"All right."
"'Lobina Atrificate'" Hermione dictated at once.
"Gotcha. Lobina Atrificate!" Ron shouted.
A scene none of the three recognized was emitted from the end of the wand. Mrs. Weasley was sobbing in a corner with a body lying in the center of the room.
"Ron, what is this?"
"It was from the order last year." Harry said.
"It is?" Ron asked looking flabbergasted.
"That's a Bogart. It's not really you, Ron."
The scene flickered and died. Mr. Weasley's voice floated up the stairs. At once they left the room and walked down the stairs.
Mr. Weasley had called them down for dinner. Another silent affair. After five minutes of silence, Mrs. Weasley bravely spoke up to try and start a conversation.
"Harry, did you enjoy your stay with the Dursleys?"
Malfoy, obviously cured, snorted into his dinner. Harry shot an evil look at him, his knife and fork clattering against the plate.
"Oh, have a good laugh Malfoy, we all know you're pure blood." Harry said, his anger rising. "Have a good gloat! Harry Potter, the only known survivor of Voldemort, the one with no parents! The one with no family!" Harry found himself shouting, "You wouldn't know that would you, never had to suffer like I do! Then there was Sirius! That's right Sirius Black! My godfather, the one who escaped Azkaban! My last relative! I spent last summer with him, and Christmas! I had a person who really cared! The only problem now is HE'S DEAD!"
Silence was Harry's answer. Standing up so fast, his chair fell over backwards; Harry stormed up the stairs. Slamming Ron's bedroom door, Harry collapsed onto his camp bed and buried his face in his pillow. Hedwig hooted softly and landed on the bed next to Harry's shoulder.
"Hey, Hedwig." Harry said softly, rolling onto his back.
Hedwig spread her wings and fluttered them against Harry's cheek. She walked onto Harry's chest and let him stroke her head. The door opened and Hermione appeared looking as though she was about to cry.
"Harry?" She whispered.
"What do you want?" Harry replied coldly.
"Oh Harry, don't be angry with me too." Hermione whimpered.
"What do you want?" Harry repeated.
Hermione burst into tears. Feeling a pang of guilt Harry stood up and put his arms around her. She felt his arms close around her and looked up into his eyes.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay, It's not your fault Malfoy doesn't use the little brain he has." Hermione replied wiping her eyes.
"I...It's just getting to me."
"What is?"
"Everything...That's all."