Two Months Later:
It was two weeks before the start of Christmas break. I sat alone at the end of the Slytherin table. I was waiting for James's letter. In it he would tell me when I could come and see him.
A Raven swooped down. It held in it's beak a letter with my father's crest on it. I pulled the letter from its beak and opened it. Tonight, 7:00, the Forbidden Forest was all it read. Why would he want me? What could be urgent enough that he came all the way to Hogwarts to see me?
Cliodne swooped down and landed on my plate. He held a scroll in his beak. Tonight, 7:00, behind the statue of Uric the Oddball, it said. I turned over the parchment and scribbled a hasty reply. Can't, father's in forest, need to see him, seems angry. I put the parchment in Cliodne's beak and patted him. "Go to James, by way of outside." Cliodne took off, going outside. I looked at the head table. The teachers seemed in deep discussion about something. More than once they glanced at me.
I turned back to my plate, no longer hungry. Did Father want me because I hadn't sent him any info on Professor Potter? Or did he just find out what he needed to know and want me out of the school for the attack?
Someone tapped me on the shoulder. "The Headmaster wants to see you in his office," McGonagall told me. "Follow me." McGonagall headed toward the Entrance hall. I grabbed my books and followed her, almost having to run to keep up with her. She led me to Professor Dumbledore's office. "Sherbert Lemon!" She said and a statue of a griffin began to rise in a moving staircase. I stepped onto it. "Just go inside!" McGonagall called after me. The staircase took me all the way to the door. I took a breath, and opened the door.