Ch. 17

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Harry and Matthew entered the cabin to find everyone staring at them. Nick, Ron, and Neville all looked fearful at Harry. Harry slowly trudged over to his bed and immediately Ron and Nick hurried over. There faces were anxious.

"Are you in trouble?" asked Nick, without realizing that his question was a very stupid one for someone whom had just used an unforgivable curse.

"How bad is it?" questioned Ron. His face was grim.

"I've been expelled," mumbled Harry and he crawled into his bed. The last thing he saw that night was their stunned faces...

Harry was walking down a dark hallway with a single candle lit at the end. There was no warmth in the hallway, and Harry felt his teeth chattering. He opened a door to find a single girl with her back to him.

She had dark brown hair that was in pigtails: Lisa McMillan, the girl who had been kidnapped.

"McMillan!" said Harry sharply.

Lisa turned around. Her face turned slightly pale when she saw whom it was. "Yes, my lord." She bowed down.

"The boy is weak now," said Harry slowly.

"You told me already."

"He is being sent home as well. This is my chance."

"I know, but..."

"It's going to be tomorrow," said Harry slowly.

"You mean... everything?" asked Lisa confused.

"Everything."

"What about your pl-"

"This is too good to give up..."

Harry woke up with a start.

They were coming after to him, thought Harry. What could he do? He had know idea where the order was... he couldn't talk to Ron and Hermione... Wait... the counselors... they would listen to him!

Harry jumped out of the bed and threw his shoes on. It was morning and most people had left their cabins already.

Harry ran down to the counselor's office but no one was there. He then ran down to the main tent, realizing he was still in his pajamas.

He went inside and a lot of students started staring at him. One reason was for the night before, and the other was the pajama fact.

He went up to Mr. Davidson.

Before Harry could speak, Mr. Davidson started:

"You're going home today," said Mr. Davidson gravely. "I'd suggest you start packing your things."

"Wha... What?" asked Harry. He never knew they were completely serious about him getting expelled.

"Though, thankfully for you," continued Mr. Davidson, "You are not going to Azkaban due to your age and other meaningful facts.

"Sir, I had a dream," said Harry suddenly.

Mr. Davidson gave him a look as if to say 'Why are you telling me this?'

"It was about Voldemort and..."

Mr. Davidson's face tightened. "Potter, I don't want to hear any of this. You're obviously worried about being expelled and bad dreams are to be expected."

"But, sir you don't understand!" said Harry. How could everything be going so wrong?

"Potter, just go and pack! You have an hour. I'll have Mr. Thomas escort you back to your cabin."

Harry wanted to hit Mr. Davidson for being so stupid. He walked off, with Mr. Thomas right behind him.

When they reached the cabin, Harry found Ron, Nick, and Hermione waiting outside the door for him.

"Harry! What's going on? Ron said you were getting expelled!" said Hermione anxiously.

"I leave in an hour," said Harry dully.

Their faces fell.

"I..." Harry started but Mr. Thomas cut him off.

"He has to go," said Mr. Thomas pushing him into his cabin.

Harry went and sat on his bed. He expected Ashton Kutcher to come out any time now and say he had just been Punk'd or something. But that wasn't the case.

He got changed into some clothes, and put everything in his bag. Each item put in his bag, he got even sadder. Why was everything so messed up. Why? WHY?

Mr. Thomas then escorted him down to the counselor's office where Matthew was already waiting with an angry frown. Mr. Davidson sat at his desk.

"Alright, boys. This is it for you. No more school." Mr. Davidson looked very gravely. "This means that you will only have 5 years of education on your records, and the fact that you used the unforgivable curses will also go on your records. You've been marked for life."

Harry felt angry.

"It's time to go," said Mr. Davidson.

He and Mr. Thomas escorted the boys down to the train that would take them back to Platform 7 ¾.

"Matthew, your parents will be waiting for you. Harry you aunt and uncle will be waiting for you," mumbled Mr. Davidson.

Mr. Davidson, Matthew, and Harry all got onto the train and it started off...

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There you go... a cliff-hanger... Not a very good one, but one nevertheless.