Chapter 10
Legillmency
A silence followed Harry's small announcement then Sirius finally spoke. "A cougar? Hmm, well, I suppose that would fit you. James' would've been proud . . .."
"Yeah, but you wouldn't exactly know would you, since they're dead you know."
"Harry, don't take this the wrong way! You're real immature you know that," said Sirius, furious and impatient with Harry and sighed. Harry looked at the mirror, straight in Sirius' eyes coolly. "Harry, you need to stop acting like this, at least try to. You don't seem to try Harry."
"I do try! Try having Voldemort's personality inside and part of you!" he snapped, and returned to the page on Cougars. "I do try," muttered Harry moment later. "Well, go find your animals! Don't just stand there and gawk at me. I don't have anything else to be stared at."
Everyone looked away in embarrassment and Hermione; Ron said good-byes to Sirius and Remus before returning Harry the mirror. Harry felt frusterated at his friends and his godfather, whenever he got those strange flashes of anger that seems to channel from Voldemort himself. 'Well, most of the time,' thought Harry. True there had been times where he was still him and that he had been sarcastic. Such as the whole issue of having guards in the corridors, library, and whatnot.
As he read the book on cougars, he came across a valuable information on them. The further he read the passage, the more in-tuned he realized that he shared aspects of the big cats. He learned that cougars are solitary animals, where muggles or even most wizards rarely ever see the cats. Because cougars are so silent and can freeze to the tip of the tail when stalking a prey.
Just as Harry was, he realized that he was, in a few demeanors, a loner. He also freezes when he senses trouble at times. Cougars have a downside, Harry noted, that they have a long tail. 'Well, that would help with the directional balances when I lose some footing,' thought Harry. Then he read another passage on how cougars rarely do misbalance since they are so precise in movements. The most interesting part for cougars is that if they spot prey from above, like on a cliff. They seldom jump and drop onto the prey. Instead they take the roundabout way and leap on the prey from behind, uses the claws to latch itself onto the prey. Cougars use their jaws to break at the neck and killing the prey, or victim in Harry's mind.
"Harry," interrupted Hermione, and he reluctantly looks up from the book at her." You have detention in ten minutes, I think you should go." Harry looked at his watch, saw the time, and nodded.
"Thanks Hermione, I'll see you after detention? Here or the common room?"
"Oh, common room, but we'll check out some books for you on cougars from the library," offered Hermione.
"That would be appreciated," with that, he left the Room of Requirement and began his way to Professor Conan's office. When he reached the office's door, he rapped on the wooden oak doorway. He heard a faint voice of 'come in, Potter,' and he opened the door and entered the office.
"Right on time Potter, I would do indeed say that all those terrible lies are just made up. Now to business - "
"Sir, can I tell you something before I serve my detention?" asked Harry.
"Go ahead," he replied with a wave of his hand. Harry hesitated, but Professor Conan simply waited for him to speak.
"I found my animal form," said Harry. Professor Conan's eyes widened in surprise and recovered.
"How did you know it was the right one?"
"Sirius and Remus, they said the feeling I experienced when I was searching for an animal was right. I had a - a tingling feeling. It started in my right arm and then it covered my body for like three seconds . . ." he finished, faltering.
Professor smiled at Harry, seemingly proud of him for what he did. He stood up from his chair, walked around the desk, and stood two feet from where Harry was standing. He realized that he no longer had to look up at the adults. He was in even height to converse with adults.
"Potter, it would seem that you indeed did find your animal. Now however," he turned to the window. "We have pressing matters to attend, your detention. First off, I want you to tell me, written or orally, why you got in fight with Mr. Malfoy two times so far this year. Which do you prefer?"
Harry gaped at the professor before him, he was going to be forced to tell why and how he gotten in these fights! 'This is madness,' thought Harry.
"You may think it's, ah, loitering. But since you are here to serve detention, you will do as I say," he peered over his oval-square glasses at Harry.
He mustered up all his strength not to get mad at the new Head of House. Then when he had self-control at last, he nodded his head yes, understanding what Professor Conan had said.
"That must have taken a quite a bit of your pride did it? So, orally or written? I daresay that you would say more in paper, but, of course, speaking is faster. I have length for each choices so the would be the same."
"I'll write professor," said Harry. 'How on Earth am I going to talk to this guy, without getting angry!'
"Very well, you will write three feet of parchment. Of course, assuming you would write in the same way as you did the homework that you handed in today. So it's only fair," said Professor Conan, putting the parchment down in front of Harry. "Of course, this reminds you of detentions last year, from Professor Umbridge I would understand. But don't you worry boy, write with your own ink and quill. Begin and I'll judge when you finish writing."
Then, feeling angry and humiliated began to write his composition on fights with Malfoy. How he had felt when confronted by Malfoy two times. The way Harry's feelings being stirred deep within himself. The reasons from his side of the story that started the fights. He added history in his essay, saying how the two of them have been archenemies since the first train ride to Hogwarts. Feeling too empowered and on the roll, he added lengths to the parchment with his wand. He had poured most of what happened with the exception of mentioning Voldemort in his essay. When he finished writing an hour and half later, with five and half feet long worth of parchment.
Harry nearly cleared his throat to get his Professor's attention, but he had the strangest feeling that he was watching the whole time. He pushed the parchment towards his professor, who stood up and walked to his desk. Professor Conan picked the parchment up and began to read what he had wrote. There was no need to say any words, Harry realized. When he looked up from the last six inches of essay at Harry.
"I must admit, you write well. Do you write often?"
"No sir, I just - I no," he shook his head. Harry was not willing to give him any more information than he did. For some odd reason, he felt something strangely odd about the professor. Especially not, when he was about to reveal anyone else that he writes poems other than Ron, Hermione and Sirius, as far as he knew.
"Well, I would say you have some writing talent. A wizard or witch thinks that some of the writing aspects are not very enlightening."
Harry sighed in frustration, feeling overwhelmed by other people saying how good he plays at Quidditch, and being a powerful wizard. His Patronus told him that at age thirteen. Professor seems to have noticed his uncomfortable silence.
"Potter, you should not feel bad for having valuable talents. Your parents were a powerful wizard and witch, if I remember correctly," he turned to the window, staring outside. "I would say that your grandmother on your father's side had been a good writer."
"Really?" said Harry, attentive at any mention of learning something new about his family.
"Yes, she wrote a book called, 'Desupor Insolo' which means, 'From above, the sun.' She writes everything in Latin, your grandmother was a halfblood. Her father was a muggle, which that makes him your great-grandfather. He was, one could say a religious person, learning all of the Latin words from a boarding school. He naturally taught his daughter Latin as well. In the book she wrote was about how muggles and wizards/witches are much more alike than we think."
"I would agree, magic is just something, a talent if you possibly call it, that muggles don't have. When Hagrid told me why hadn't muggles known about us? Some would go looking for answers in us, some would freak like the burning times."
Professor Conan nodded, smiling insignificantly at Harry. He nods his head once, looking at the stone floors. "That would be right Potter. We are truly best off alone, though some people would like to do with muggles to make some money. But of course, the Ministry would find out and they would have quite a problem on their hands."
"I guess, but since I'm finished, may I leave?" he asked politely.
"Of course, I'll see you tomorrow night for our next detention," he said with a smile which sent chills down Harry's spine. He then left the office with a good night. He realized that it was only close to eight. Before he even came to the office, he had thought he would be in detention until ten at night.
'Well, he might be throwing me off . . .' thought Harry. "Malfoy's a git," said Harry, about to climb in but heard a voice shouting his name.
"Hey! What do you think you are!?" said Malfoy, apparently not pleased with the password.
"What are you doing in Gryffindor corridor. You do realize if I start shouting, everyone would be after you?"
He just gave a disgusted scowl and turned to leave. Harry watched after him before closing the Portrait.
"I'm not going to keep this door open all night!"
"Oh, and we have to change our password, do I go to one of the prefects right?"
"Yes, and go in already!"
"Fine, fine," he entered the common room and found Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Mark pouring over the books, deeply taken by the books. "Looks like you all are having a great party," joked Harry as he plopped down in one of the chairs. Hermione and Ron looked at Harry with suspicious look.
"What? If you want to ask, then ask," said Harry, furrowing his eyebrows.
"I thought you wouldn't be back this early," said Hermione.
"What did he do to you?" asked Ron.
"Just an essay that's all," replied Harry.
"On what?" asked Hermione, interested.
"On giving details why, how and what happened in our fights with Malfoy. Oh, and that reminds me, he found out about the password so we need to change it."
"That git," spat Ron. "But the essay wasn't too bad was it?" asked Ron on a lighter note. Harry nodded in affirmation.
"Yeah, it wasn't that bad. He gave me a choice if I had to do it orally or written. Of course I chose the latter because if I did the oral way," he made a sign with his finger across his neck.
Then he fell quiet, letting the others continue their research on animals. Of course, Mark was reading more about the coyotes. He wondered what else they had to do to become an Animagus. He supposed he would find out tomorrow. Then with a jolt, the Legillmency lesson!
"Oh crap! I have to go!" Harry ran clear out of the common room, out into the corridor. He was a little over ten minutes late. How he forgot, he didn't know. He blamed himself and Professor Conan for forgetting such crucial lesson. When he finally reached Professor Snape's office, he rapped on the door, anxious at how he would react. 'Cruel I would think. . .'
"Come in," said the voice, and Harry slowly entered the room nervously. "About time Potter," said Snape coolly. "I have to do something, so you go and sit down."
Harry sat down cautiously, waiting for him to do something else. Something like points taken off, anything for him to punish him for being late. When he didn't do anything, he wondered what Severus was doing. For the next ten long minutes of silence with some shuffling papers made by Professor Snape. Then he put his quill down and spoke.
"You made me wait for ten minutes, and I made you wait for ten minutes. And since you came a little over ten minutes after eight, it's fitting to take five points from Gryffindor for that. I don't care why you were late now let's begin learning the art of Legillmency."
Harry sat up straighter, not wanting to argue with Severus. He nodded, wanting to get started and was glad that he didn't ask why he didn't start ten minutes ago.
"As I have stated before, it's a mind's intrusion. You have to have the feel for the need to look into other people's mind. Right now, you would start off thinking what do you need to know." He paused, taking his pensieve out and putting out three certain memories into the bowl. "I will give you an object to look for, and I presume you know the incantation and the way you flick the wand?" Harry nodded in answer, knowing all the incantation and the certain way to flick the wand.
"Good, now the thing you need to look for is . . ." he drew in a breath, "the first meeting of myself and your father."
"Sir?" said Harry, unsure what he was saying.
"I said the first meeting of your father and me."
"Okay Professor," said Harry uneasily. This was the first time he was willing to reveal some information about his father other than an arrogant man that Severus said so many times. He raised his wand and spoke, "Legilimens!" with a swish of wand and cast on Professor Snape. He immediately thought of the event that he was ordered to look for.
But instead of finding the first meeting of his father and Professor Snape, he found an older version of the two, judging from what he saw in Pensieve, hexing each other.
"Stupefy!" yelled the wild-haired boy.
"Protego!" said a younger-version of Severus, blocking the Stunning hex. Harry began to try to look for the event that he was ordered to. But the fight was still in process.
"Stop defending yourself Snivellius! Why did you become a Death Eater!?"
"Expil-"
"Stupefy!" James threw the Stunning curse at Severus again and knocked him out. Then Harry refocused back to the dungeon room that he was in. He found Professor Snape panting on the floor.
"Sir! I'm sorry I-"
"Nevermind that, at least you are able to perform the spell. Tell me, have you ever done this before? Accidentally perhaps?"
Harry thought for awhile, thinking in the past but found nothing. He shook his head no, looking back at Professor Snape. "No, not with my knowledge."
"Have you ever been able to tell if someone was lying or not? More so than . . . other people?" Harry shook his head in answer. "Hmm, perhaps. . . perhaps . . ."
"What?" asked Harry, annoyed at the fact that Severus is being mysterious.
"Careful now Potter, I won't tolerate that. Do it again, same event as before," Harry reluctantly rose his wand again, doing the same movement of wand as he spoke the incantation.
"Legilimens!" He thought hard, trying to search for the first meeting of hi father. Instead, he found another event, which showed an even older pair of the two. Including, what Harry later realized, Dumbledore and Lily, his mum.
"Are you lying Severus?" asked James worriedly.
"No, Dark Lord wants you two and . . . your baby killed," said Severus Snape simply. "Why would he focus on you, I have no idea."
"If this is true, we must hide you two, okay James and Lily? Ah, and of course, the baby Harry. Thank you for telling us Severus," said Dumbledore seriously. "We must be careful because there is a spy in our Order."
Harry couldn't stop focusing on the event as he was told to. He was curious at to how his parents and him went into hiding. It was then he realizes this must be that energy draining and called to stop the mind-screening. He found that Snape was on the floor again, Harry poured some water from Severus' desk and gave him the goblet of water to sip from.
"Professor, I think we should sto-"
"Even calling off the attack on the mind . . ." muttered Snape. He groaned softly, and dubiously accepted the goblet and drank its contents. Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as to what Severus was talking about.
"Sir? What do you mean? What are you talking about, care to tell me?" asked Harry impatiently.
"Shut up Potter, this is something for myself to think about," snapped Severus.
"Fine, don't tell me anything," said Harry snapping back at his Professor. "I'm finished here, you can tell me when's my next lesson after Potions tomorrow." With that, Harry left the office, without leaving Severus the chance to say anything or to even throw a binding hex at him.
He made his way back to the Gryffindor tower, pondering about the new 'memories' of his father. He had fought Snape because he became a Death Eater. Severus, of course, never answered his question and continued to fight.
Now the second one, it had been Snape who warned his parents and Dumbledore that Voldemort was after the Potters. He supposed that he owned his life to Severus for that. After all, he did try to help. 'Well, at least he did his fair share of work,' thought Harry. Then he stopped at the portrait, (Malfoy's a Git) But when the painting did not open, he now realize that he did not have the new password and cursed himself for it.
"No Password? Sorry, no entering!" said the Fat Lady beset Harry.
"Oh shove off," said Harry angrily. He leaned against the wall next to her and waited for someone to come in or out of the Common room. Annoyed in about twenty minutes later, he left the Gryffindor's corridor and walked toward Astronomy Tower. But stopped walking, did he hear voices.
"The recruiting in You-Know-Who is increasing. At this rate, many countries around the world would start supporting Him. What will we do?" asked a voice that he could not identify well.
"For now, we must tell them that we stand a chance against him. Don't you not to worry, we will win this war."
"But the battle that was taken in New York, the cost of lives are huge, how will we win the war when they could wipe millions in one night? The mass scale of it, it's terrifying! Not to mention the attack in Surrey."
"I'm aware of that, but despite that, we will win. Voldemort plays your fears, which are how he recruits people. Don't fall into his trick.."
The other person sighed in frustration, and about to continue the conversation, did Harry make a noise. He had knocked down a suit of armor. Harry cursed himself for being such a clumsy person and looked up. He found Professor Sinistra and Conan.
"What're you doing here Potter?" asked Professor Conan coolly.
"On my way to the Astronomy Tower, so I can look at the stars. Apparently we had to change our password and I don't know what it is."
"You should have stayed there and wait," said Professor Conan.
"I did, no one was coming out or into the Common room," said Harry, annoyed at his Professor. Professor Conan sighed and looked over to Professor Sinistra and nodded.
"I'll escort Potter back to Gryffindor, good night," he led the way back to the common room. Harry feeling aggravated, followed his new Professor. "Did you wait there after you left my office?"
"No, I went in and back out because I had forgotten that I - " Harry stopped himself short. Wondering if he should tell Professor Conan that he was taking Legillmency.
"Yes?" he asked promptly.
"That I have remedial potions," he said glumly. It was the best excuse he could use. He didn't want him to know the truth just yet. The conversation back there sounded suspicious in a way.
"You take remedial potions?"
"Yes, I've been taking it since last year, helps my grades in potions you know," said Harry, appreciative that they arrived at the common room's entrance.
"Hello Fat Lady," said Professor Conan.
"Hello sir, do you need to go through?"
"Yes, but what is the password now?"
"I'm sorry, I can't say it," she replied sadly. "I am not letting you two through by the way. No password, no entry."
"Thank you," he said, not exactly happy with the situation. He pulled a parchment out and wrote something on it. He then handed Harry the bit of scroll "Here Harry, so that if anyone sees you out here, you can tell them that you're waiting to get inside by showing this paper. Well, good night," Harry returned the good nights to him with a nod.
When his Professor finally left, Harry sat down on the cold floor, wondering when anyone would come. Ten o'clock rolled around and no one came. Harry found this strange, usually someone would at least come to the Gryffindor common room, either coming in or out of there. Maybe it was a weeknight, Harry mused, coming up with reasons why it was so quiet tonight. Eleven rolled by, and still, no one came, getting impatient, he went to Headmistress' office.
He gave the password and went up the moving spiral stairs and knocked on the door. He heard a come on in, and Harry entered. Professor McGonagall widened in surprise at the visitor and narrowed in suspicion.
"Professor, is it normal if no one comes in or out of the common room for over two hours?" Professor McGonagall looked at the time and back at Harry.
"No, I say it isn't, have you been waiting there?"
"Yes, we had to change our password because Malfoy heard ours," replied Harry. She sighed, understanding the situation.
"Okay Mr. Potter, we will go and get you in," she said, standing up from the chair. The two walked back to the Gryffindor common room. Then Professor McGonagall stopped before Fat Lady. "Major Anuis," she said and entered through the hole. Harry, feeling confused, followed. The sight before him stopped both in their tracks.
Everyone had been knocked out in the common room. By the looks of things, something had set off a sleeping gas or something. Professor McGonagall, now alarmed, raised her wand and checked the vital signs of the nearest student. Satisfied that the student was okay.
"Potter, you go get Poppy quick," she said, as she went to check the next person. Harry immediately went to get Madam Pomfrey. When both came back, she gasped at the sight.
"What happened here?"
"We don't know," said Professor McGonagall, standing up straight to face her. "But I check for the vital signs on all of them. They seem to be okay, but I rather play it safe. Potter, you go to sleep, we'll sort this out."
Harry dejectedly went to his dorm, feeling incensed by the fact that he couldn't help. But Harry did feel tire from today's event. So he gave in, and not argue. Harry changed his cloths to PJs and slipped under his covers. Hoping that his friends were okay, if they weren't, he hoped that whoever did it, would remain unnamed. Otherwise, he would kill him/her/it personally.
After some twisting and turns in his bed, trying to sleep. But his friend's welfare occupied most of his mind. But since Harry forgot to clear his mind, it was only a mater of time before he eventually fell into a fitful sleep.
He dreamed that Professor Snape was giving everyone at Hogwarts a detention except for Malfoy. Who was looking smug, because he had tricked Severus into giving all a detention. Including his own house. The dungeons faded into something new.
"My Lord, it is completed except for -" said a masked Death Eater, but cutting off, trying to think what else to say.
"Except for what?" hissed Harry.
"Harry Potter wasn't in the common room or in the dormitories. I think he was out when we -"
"Crucio! You are not supposed to fail this mission!" seethed Harr. The masked Death Eater fell into agony, screaming in pain. Then Harry took the curse off him, "This is a failed mission, take off of what you put on them. We cannot continue fully without Harry Potter."
"Y-yes my Lord," breathed the Death Eater, trying to hide his pain.
"Now get out of my sight! Be grateful that you do not have to die today," spat Harry.
Harry sat up, clutching his scar in pain, groaning as he thought about the 'dream' he just had. Then Harry found himself surrounded by sleeping fifth year Gryffindors. He realized that they must have been put in their rooms sometime late last night. He reasoned that they're in condition where it's okay. Harry got up and went to wake Ron with a shake. But to no prevail, he shook harder.
"Ron, wake up," said Harry, then he got a mumble in answer. Then he got an idea and smirked. "Ron, there's a spider crawling on your bed."
"What!? Where?!" yelled Ron, looking around in his bed frantically. Harry laughed at his expression. "Wait. . . Harry, don't do that," said Ron angrily.
"Sorry, I had to get you up faster, but what happened last night?" He did have some idea, but he wanted to hear for himself.
"Last night? Wait, last thing I remembered I was in the common room. How did I get here?"
"Everyone in the Gryffindor tower was knocked out, I don't know how that happened. But I have some idea. Come on, we might have some answers downstairs," said Harry, getting dressed and going down the spiral stairs. With Ron getting his day cloths on himself and following Harry. Once he reached the common room, he found other housemates surrounding the bulletin board.
"Harry! Look at this," said Ginny, pointing at the board. "We were all knocked out, and it says that you were the only one wasn't. What happened? This also said that Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, same thing happened to them."
"What about the Slytherins?" asked Ron.
"They were unaffected, so that makes them suspicious," replied Ginny.
"Those slimy Slytherins! What will they gain by doing this?"
"I don't know, but I don't think it's the Slytherins," said Harry, narrowing his eyes at the bulletin board.
"If it's not Slytherins, then who did it to us?" asked Ron.
"Come on, I'll explain later, where's Mark and Hermione?"
"I'm right here," said Mark, and Harry looked down and smiled halfway.
"Okay, is Hermione up yet?"
"No, I'll go get her," offered Ginny and Harry nodded and Ginny went up to girls' dormitories.
"What's going on Harry?" asked Mark, after reading the news on the bulletin board.
"Well, I have some clues that Slytherins didn't do it," said Harry.
"How do you know?" asked Ron.
"With my dreams, if you know what I mean?" replied Harry cautiously, waiting for him to catch his drift.
"Wha - I don't - Oh!" said Ron, understanding. "But Harry, didn't you do Occulemency?"
"I forgot, you guys occupied too much of my thoughts. Plus it was too quiet in the dorms because you would be sleeping and snoring along with Seamus and Dean."
"I snore?" said Ron appalled. "Why didn't anyone tell me?"
"Because yours soothing," joked Harry. "Really, it lets me know you're alive."
"Oh that's a real big help," said Ron sarcastically.
"Morning guys, Ginny filled me in, what's going on Harry?"
"Not here, we'll make a quick stop in Room of Requirement, come on," with that, Harry climbed out of the Gryffindor hole into the corridor. He found himself face to face with Professor Snape.
"Professor," said Harry, acknowledging him. "I suppose I should be glad I had classes with you last night."
"Yes, that's what I want to talk about," said Severus.
"Can this wait?" asked Harry, looking at his friends uncomfortably. Severus looked at them as well, and contemplated. He sighed and nodded.
"Fine, you will hold back in Potions."
With that, he turned with a swish of his cloaks and disappeared at the end of the corridors. Harry looked at the others who were looking at him warily. He sighed and said.
"I'll fill you at the other room okay?"
"You better," said Ginny.
"Don't worry, I will," the group of Gryffindors made their way to Room of Requirement. On their way there, he ran into a first year Slytherin.
"Hey Zabini," said Mark coolly.
"Evans, it's good to see that you haven't lost a brain cell yet," she said, looking at Mark then turned to Harry. "I'd watch if I were you."
"Right, I never watch my back without people warning me. Thanks," said Harry with sarcasm.
"Shut up Potter," she circled the Gryffindors' group and stopped in front of Mark. "I don't care what you rash Gryffindors do, just as long you don't need a trip to St. Mungos."
"Shut up Zabini!" retorted Harry, sensitive by the fact that Longbottoms were there.
"I seem to have touch a nerve," taunted Zabini. "I'll be going now."
"You better," glared Harry. When she walked away out of sight, Harry took a deep breath and sighed. This wasn't going to be an easy year as he had tried to hope for. The quintuplets of Gryffindors finally reached Room of Requirement. With a need thought in his head, the door appeared after passing three times. Harry opened the door, and found that the room was nothing fancy.
"Okay, sit, stand, whatever you want to do. Just listen," Mark sat down in one of the chairs and the rest stood up next to Harry. "Don't stand next to me, spread out a little why don't you."
"Fine Harry," said Ginny indifferently. After they moved away from Harry a little. "Well?"
"I had another dream as Voldemort. He did something to you guys as well as the other houses. But whatever it was, he canceled the plan. Something to do with me, I suppose he wanted to take me or something like that. Or maybe he knew that I would figure out what's going on. So that's good news for all of us, I was out at the right time."
"Yeah mate, I guess it's good that you were . . ." said Ron, shivering slightly by the fact that they had been out because of Voldemort. "But why didn't' they take us? Me and Hermione I mean, they know that we're important to you. . ."
"Or me," said Ginny.
"And me," said Mark, Harry shook his head at Mark.
"No, Voldemort doesn't know about you. I plan to keep it that way as long as possible."
"Oh. . . I suppose that's true," said Mark.
"Yes, well, as for Professor Snape, I was taking Legillmency last night, about the time that you all were attacked."
"You were ta-" began Ron, but were interrupted by Hermione.
"Shouldn't you say that it was Death Eaters involved last night to Professor McGonagall?"
"I have no doubt that Professor Snape told her, maybe that was one of the reason why he didn't start right away. . ."
"What do you mean?"
"Since I came late, he didn't take off any points right away, and he made me wait. Perhaps it's a coincidence. Anyways, that's all of the information I have. Breakfast?"
They ate breakfast in Room of Requirement because as soon Harry said breakfast, there was heaping mounds of food on the table. Then Hermione, Mark and Ginny went to their classes. But as Ron and Harry didn't have many classes to take this year, they had the period off. But the next period was Potions, which neither Ron and Harry was looking forward to.