Harry
followed the rest of the group into the castle. They all shuffled
into the great hall, and Harry sat down between Ginny and Ron. He
looked over at the Ravenclaw table, and noticed that Cho had
positioned herself so that she was looking in his direction. She
smiled and waved, and he smiled back. By now the first years were
making there way to the sorting hat. There seemed to be a lot more of
them this year, and they all looked scared. Harry watched the first
few get sorted, and then his mind began to wonder. He glanced around
the great hall.
"Sometime this month please." Ron said.
Harry nodded and looked at the staff table. There were two open
seats, one was Professor McGonagall's, and the other was for the new
Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Apparently they haven't
hired anyone yet, Harry thought. After what happened to the
last five, it's amazing that anyone would want the job. Ginny
nudged him.
"We have to move down. There's not enough room
for the first years." she said. The whole table moved down, and
there still wasn't enough room. "Guess they'll be sitting on the
floor then." Ginny said.
"Why are there so many of
them?" Harry thought out loud. Hermione shrugged. "By the
time they're done it'll be November." Eventually the last few
were sorted, and Albus Dumbledore stood up.
"Welcome back
everyone. It appears that the tables need to be a bit longer."
He said a few words and all of the tables stretched out. "That's
a lot better. Now let the feast begin." The food appeared on the
tables, and everyone began eating.
"Who do you think the new
Defense Against the Dark Arts prof is?" Harry asked.
"Dunno."
Ron said
"As long as it isn't Umbridge." Hermione
said
"Maybe it's Snape." Ginny said. "He's wanted
that job for a long time, so maybe he finally got it."
"Then
who's going to teach potions?" Harry asked
"I dunno.
It's possible though."
"You should teach it Harry."
Neville said.
"What?"
"I learned more from you
last year then I've ever learned. If it weren't for you I'd have
never passed my OWLS." Harry smiled and looked back down at his
food.
"Oh I wanted to ask you. How did you do on your OWLS,
Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Alright. I didn't exactly pass
with flying colors though."
"You passed the Defense
Against the Dark Arts test with one of the top scores. I think it was
the top score actually." Ginny said.
"How do you know
that?" Harry asked.
"It said that on the letter."
"You
read it? Without asking me?"
Ginny looked down. "Well,
yeah, but you weren't talking to me and I was curious and -"
"It's
okay. I didn't even see that part."
"Wait a minute."
Ron said. "You mean someone other than Hermione got a top
score?" Hermione kicked him. "Ow! That hurt." Hermione
smiled. Something came flying in front of Harry's face and landed
between him and Ginny. It looked like a paper airplane. He picked it
up.
"Open it!" Ginny said. "It's air mail."
she giggled, and Harry opened his letter. It was from Cho. He looked
over at her. 'Read it.' she mouthed. Harry looked back down and read
it:
'Hey Harry! How's it going over there? We're so far apart. I wish the tables were closer. Anyway, I wanted to know if you're going to do the DA again this year. I know a few people who might be interested. Please write back! Just fold it up again and say to Cho and it will go.'
"Are you?" Ginny asked.
"Am
I what?"
"Are you going to do the DA this year?"
Harry
thought for a minute. "I don't know. I'd have to talk with
Dumbledore." He wrote the same thing in Cho's letter and sent it
back. She nodded and put the letter in her purse before anyone else
saw it. Everyone was starting to finish eating by now.
"Harry?
Are you going to play quidditch this year?" Ron asked.
"Yeah
I guess so."
"Good. I was afraid they were going to make
me captain this year, since I won the cup last year."
"Don't
you want to be the captain?"
"Not really. I'm not all
that great and it would just be way to much work."
"Heaven
forbid you actually work." Hermione said. Ron kicked her. A few
minutes later, they were walking upstairs with the other Gryffindors.
One of the new prefects pushed through and said the password. It took
forever for all of them to get into the common room. Harry eventually
made it to his dormitory, and he fell on his bed and went to sleep.
