Harry was fuming. Things just shifted from bad to worse for him. It was like the whole world was against him and his happiness. If anything good happened to him it wasn't long before it turned sour.
He stormed into the Gryffindor common room, glowering at anyone who dared to look at him. His lesson with Snape had been dreadful, with Snape dropping snide comments about his father and flaring maliciously at Harry. Harry had glared back, letting his hate pour out of him using his eyes. But Snape hadn't turned away and therefore hadn't been defeated.
Sinking into a seat Harry stared at the fire. A babble of chatter rose around him and he found himself vaguely irritated. Ron and Hermione were nowhere to be seen and no one had bothered speaking to him, not even the Weasly twins.
"Harry!" shouted shry voice. Hermione came scrambling through the portrait hole, closely followed by a pale looking Ron.
"Don't start Hermione," Snapped Harry, "Its been a bad night."
Hermione didn't flatter but hurried towards him. Ron followed suit looking shocked. Neither of them seemed to be perturbed by the dark looks Harry was giving them.
"Harry when was the last time you spoke to Cho?" demanded Hermione before she reached his seat. Harry frowned.
"After dinner. Before Snape. Why? What's it got to do with you?"
"She's missing, "hissed Hermione, "Believed dead!"