Chapter Four
"With the empty flask lying on the ground next to him…It seems as if he has been poisoned." Professor McGonagall pondered.
"Nah, he couldn't have been. There was not a sign of anyone else there. It's not likely…You-Know-Who takin' someone else's drinks…Rubbish." Hagrid said.
"Unless he poisoned himself." Ron piped up.
"Now, Mr. Weasley, be realistic here. Why would You-Know-Who ruin his body he worked for 13 years to get back?" Professor McGonagall asked looking Ron dead in the eye.
"Ronald is correct." Albus Dumbledore said.
"What?" McGonagall asked feeling confused.
When Hagrid caught up with Harry and Ron, during the Care of Magical Creatures class, he stopped the class behind him so they could not see the Lord Voldemort and were all sent to their common rooms no doubtfully, with much confusion and wondering. Harry and Ron were sent to Professor Dumbledore's office seeing as they found him.
And there they were standing in the middle of the office. Professor McGonagall was flushed in the face sitting in on of the chairs in front of the desk Headmaster Dumbledore was sitting at and Hagrid stood behind Harry, who was shocked and couldn't breathe a word.
"You boys must'nt say anything to any of the students about this until we confirm what do to. Stay in your common rooms until further notice." Dumbledore said leaving Harry and Ron flustered wondering why Voldemort would kill himself. Hagrid walked them to the fat lady's portrait, in utter silence. He left with a brief " Take care of yerself boys." And he left.
Once Ron and Harry got back into the Gryffindor common room, they found all the students chatting with confused and angry faces on. Hermione ran up to them once they had sat down on their favorite chairs next to the fire.
"Seeing as you two came in an hour after the rest of the Gryffindors did, I have a funny feeling you know what's going on." Hermione said demandingly flopping down next to Harry.
"Yes. But we cannot tell you now' Ron explained looking over his shoulder in case anyone was listening. ' Too risky with everyone here."
"Oooooohhh…" As Hermione said this Professor McGonagall climbed through the portrait hole. All the chatter stopped and Professor McGonagall cleared her through and took out a short parchment of paper.
"Until further notice, due to some very recent events, we have some new major rules here at Hogwarts that you must follow."
There was a little rumble of whisperings but they died down and Professor McGonagall continued.
" After classes students are to return straight to their common rooms. This means no flirting about the castle…come straight here. Students will no longer be able to go to the Great Hall, Hospital Wing, classes that require you to venture outdoors, or anything of the sort without an escort."
There was much more whisperings and she continued looking a bit annoyed with being interrupted twice already.
" If you are wondering about the library, we understand that you need to study, so once a week all Gryffindors who are willing, will all take a trip to the library for one hour escorted by myself. Please, if you have any questions ask me now. I want to be sure you are completely clear with these rules"
There was silence for about twenty seconds, then, Hermione spoke.
" Only one hour?"
"Yes, Miss Granger. You will have to borrow some books and bring them back here. Anymore questions?"
"What about quidditch?" Alicia Bell asked desperately from the other side of the room. Professor McGonagall sighed.
"Headmaster Dumbledore is still debating about quidditch. I am sure we will have a decent answer for you before your tryouts. Anyone else have a question?"
"Yeah.' Seamus Finnigan said a few couches away from Harry, Ron and Hermione. ' What are the recent events?"
If it was silent before, it got about 10 times more silent, all eyes burning on Professor McGonagall.
"I am afraid I cannot answer that at the moment."
"When can you tell us?" A third year asked from the front of the room.
"I'm not sure. Now, if there are no more questions, I need to get back to Headmaster Dumbledore." And she left through the portrait hole.
"Damn, I forgot about the quidditch tryouts." Harry said pulling out a roll of parchment.
"Finally!' Ron said obviously glad Harry was talking again. ' I thought you went mime on me!"
And with foggy minds full of other thoughts, Ron and Harry began planning for quidditch tryouts 5 nights from then.
UGH! I don't think I can finish this story before "Haryy Potter and the Half Blood Prince" comes out so, for all you readers, continue reading this as the story coming after the fifth book.