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Chapter 2
For many nights, Harry slept wondering about the attack in America. He wondered about Lord Voldemort and how he was doing. He thought of last year and how everyone didn't believe him about Voldemort's coming back. It was a terrible year and many people avoided him and thought him crazy. But now they discovered the truth, and damned if they weren't doomed already because of their ignorance. Nevertheless, the majority believes and that's what matter.
The next morning Harry got up and dressed for breakfast. It was Saturday. He looked up at the wall to see November 19 circled brightly in red, but he forgot why. It was that day and he decided to go down for breakfast. Saturdays always were one of his best days, his time to rest and be in to himself.
"Hilarie?" came a loud voice. "Awaken for we are almost at Hogwarts. I can't wait, can you? Think of all the friends we'll make. Oh, poor Salem. I miss it dearly. Curse Him!"
The boy called Hilarie stirred from his sleep and looked about dubiously.
"We're in the train with a couple of fellas, remember? We're being relocated," his sister cleared.
Hilarie only shrugged and looked out the window. The night was consuming the day but he could still see the outline of a huge castle just a couple of miles away. He smiled to himself and slowly drifted to sleep once again.
"Oh, phooey! It's like you're actually distressed. As if…" The girl crossed her arms and she too smiled brightly as she saw the great outline of the wonderful school.
Meanwhile, back in Hogwarts, students begin to eat their bountiful dinner before they are interrupted by a voice in the air.
A tall man with a long white beard and purple robe and hat stood up and announced the attention of others.
"Students of Hogwarts. Today we welcome the very appreciated students of Salem Academy. They have suffered dearly after loosing their school and hope to solve the bottom of this…"
Harry listened attentively and watched about 50 new faces enter until a man in a dark cloak caught his attention. He was slim and creepy looking, sitting with the rest of the teachers and staff.
"Who's he?" Harry whispered to Hermione.
"Oh, haven't you heard?" she asked.
Harry slowly shook his head.
"I forgot, you didn't come to dinner last night."
Harry grinned, "Detention with Snape."
"Anyway, that's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher, Mr. Logan."
I wonder how long he's going last before he's booted. He thought to himself.
Dumbledore finally ended his speech and the students of Salem sat themselves in the many tables among them.
Harry watched as a girl with long blond hair walk gracefully to the table of Slytherins. She smiled and waved at them.
Pretty. But, oh well. She's already caught up in the wrong group, anyway.
The blond girl giggled and appeared to be talking to a Slytherin student about something. He turned and pointed at the Gryffindor table, right at Harry. She clapped her hands together and began walking over to him. When she finally reached Harry, she brought out her hands and said her name was Jane Ginlock. Harry slowly took her hand and introduced himself too. He was fully aware of the many eyes that watched them.
"I've heard so much about you Harry Potter," Jane began. "Is it true you actually faced You-Know-Who and was able to slip away from him…again?"
Harry nodded, hoping she would lay off the subject and his wish went through because Hermione jumped in before the famous witch could ask him another embarrassing, personal (very personal) question.
"Hi, I'm Hermione Granger. I always wanted to meet you—"
"Oh yes, of course. Many people do, too. Makes you no different," cutted in Jane, giggling.
Hermione was shocked but not to look hurt.
Ron threw his head back and laughed.
"And Herman—" Jane said, not even looking at her but keeping her eyes locked on Harry.
"It's Hermione," Hermione corrected abruptly.
"Oh. Was I talking to you? My mistake. I meant Harry."
Hermione sat down, sourly disappointed again.
"Now, Harry. I'd like to introduce you to my brother Hilarie," Jane continued.
Harry never noticed the tall skinny boy that loomed behind his sister.
"Hilarie, don't hide. Meet Harry Potter, that heroic Brit I was talking about."
Hilarie threw a weak smile and nodded at Harry. He never spoke a word.
"Is that all? Say hi, at least."
The boy's face grew red, obviously embarrassed.
"It's okay," Harry said. He was curious about this Hilarie. His hair was a jet black, like Harry's and his eyes were lined with black eyeliner. His skin was very pale and white and the one thing that really stood out were his eyes—twilight, an unusual color.
Hilarie sat down by the subdued Hermione. They did nothing, they said nothing, not even touch the food in front of them. Until when Hilarie looked up directly at Harry, did Harry begin to feel the light throbbing pain on his forehead.
Widening his eyes, the Ginlock boy threw his head away from him. It appeared that he wasn't looking at Harry but the man behind him.
"Well, if it isn't the famous Harry Potter," the man said. "I'm Mr. Logan. I hope we'll get along fine in the future."
"I'm Jane Ginlock. I'm sure you've heard of me. I—"
"My, my, my. Jane Ginlock. Nice to meet you. But I'm pretty sure I was talking to Mr. Potter here."
Mr. Logan laid his hand on Harry's shoulder and the scar on Harry's forehead throbbed a bit more. No one was aware of this and he sought to keep it that way. Besides, it didn't hurt so badly. This, he got use to but he couldn't help be wary of his surroundings. Something evil, he could tell, was among them, and who else better could it be than a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?
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