Sorry about this horribly short chapter, and horribly stupid writing. Please review, and tell me what you think.
Chapter Three: Settling In.
Soon Harry settled into his daily schedules. Theodore Nott always was in a rush, and when someone irritated him he would snap.
Ron was in Divination class, and always told Harry about what she said.
''Oh, dear, you'll have fifthteen children with a lovely lady. Honestly, and she keeps saying dangers a head of me. The old fraud.''
Hermione was doing very well in all her classes. She had done very well in Defence Against the Dark Arts class, along with Harry. She was second in class. Harry was first.
After one Defence Against the Dark Arts class, McClaggen shouted to Harry.
''Mr. Potter, may I see you for a moment?''
Harry nodded, and muttered 'Good-bye.' to Ron and Hermione. Harry followed McClaggen to his office. It was painted a dull grey, and had several shelves of books. He had a large desk, which was covered in parchment. Harry took a seat oppestie McClaggen.
McClaggen looked at him with his yellow eyes.
''Mr Potter. The Second War is coming up, and I think it is going to be much harder. You, are obviously going to be a vital part of it. I am willing to give you extra tutoring, if you wish.''
Harry thought about this. It was obvious he was going to be a large part of it. And he wasn't a great wizard. He couldn't do a simple Potion with out messing it up. He considered his options, and then said:
''Yes. Thanks Professor.''
''Fine. Be by my office at 7:00, on Wednesday. Good-day Mr. Potter.''
Harry opened the Great Halls doors, and made his way to the Gryffindor table. Ron and Hermione weren't there. That was weird. He shrugged and sat down.
Snape stood up, and said in his drwling tones:
''Potter! The Headmaster wishes you to go to the Hospital Wing. Now.''
Harry started to panick now.
What had happened?
Had anything happened to Ron or Hermione.
With dread in his heart, he jogged up to the Hos[ital Wing. He pulled open the doors.
Mrs Weasley and Mr Weasley were crying. Actually Mrs Weasley was crying, Mr Weasley was trying to make her better. Hermione looked up at Harry. Silent tears were spilling down from her eyes.
''What is it?'' asked Harry.
''It's Ron. He's been taken!''