I need a break from this…..

Chapter 9: Kareem Noble

As the students in the Great Hall began to feast, Harry's attention was caught by Dean Thomas. Harry looked at him with a drumstick in his hand.

"I know you've probably noticed," started Dean who then swallowed his food. "But there are a couple of them taking glances at you."

Harry already knew who 'them' were. Harry turned his head as if to be looking at the staff table. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw some WSFF students jerk their head abruptly and continue with their eating.

Harry didn't know how he was going to get through this year. It would be reminiscent of his first year here. He remembered when the Sorting Hat called his name and the Great Hall was filled with whispers. Also his second year was like that, when everyone thought that he was the heir of Slytherin.

Harry really hoped that some of these students were mature enough to just let him continue on with his life. Even though, Harry knew his life was no where near normal.

About twenty minutes later after everyone had stuffed their face, one second year had ate so much that he fell face first into his food and had to be awakened, Dumbledore stood up once again. Revealing his last minute announcements.

"Quidditch tryouts will take place next Monday. And we also have a teacher from WSFF. Professor Santiago."

Everyone applauded as a nice looking Hispanic female stood and greeted everyone with her hands.

"She will be teaching our Defense Against the Dark Arts this year. Also sadly and happily, the Gryffindor house painting, The Fat Lady, has fallen in love with The Fisherman. Who has been assigned to guard the year long house belonging to The Neroes. Because of this romance, the two have ran off to somewhere in the castle and cannot be found. Sadly, this will mean that the Gryffindor house and Nero house will not be able to enter their sleeping spaces."

There were a couple of whispers and gasps as Dumbledore finished that sentence. Harry heard Ron grumble and looked over to where Ron was just staring at. Malfoy and his partners, Crabbe and Goyle, were grinning with evil. Dumbledore continued with,

"Until we can locate the happy couple, the Neroes and Gryffindor will need to sleep in the Great Hall. I have with great doubt that you will need to sleep in here again. Thank you."

The prefects from each house, except for Gryffindor and Nero, stood up and started directing their house students towards their designated towers. The prefects from WSFF were following either

"What could the Fat Lady possibly be doing?" cried Ron.

"We can answer that question," said Fred, appearing beside him with his twin.

"Did you give them a pill or something?" asked Neville, who obviously had taken a wild guess.

"No. You all may realize it when you're old enough-"

"That's disgusting!" yelled out Hermonie, who knew from Fred and George's smiles what they were talking about.

The twins laughed and ran off to converse with the other students around their ages.

"I'm going to use the restroom," said Harry getting up.

He exited the Great Hall and 'emptied his tank'. Harry walked towards the door and his head started throbbing. He rushed to the mirror to take a look at his scar. His slight pain instantly reminded him of the dream he had with the many faces of Voldemort.

Harry was staring at his mark so long, that he forgot that he needed to be back in the Great Hall. He rushed out and accidentally ran into someone. No one was knocked down, but Harry looked up and was glad that he didn't knock this person down. No need to get worse. It was Professor Snape.

"Well. Mr. Potter," said Snape in his usually quiet and mysterious voice.

"Why aren't you where you are supposed to be?"

"I was using the restroom."

"Using the restroom. If it wasn't the beginning of the year, I would have taken five points from Gryffindor for tardiness. Be on your way."

Harry slowly walked past Snape and continued his way back to the Great Hall. He and Snape didn't have the best history. They only had negative energy because Snape wasn't exactly good with Harry's father, James Potter.

Harry entered the Great Hall and tried to find his two friends. All across the great hall there were mats. Everyone was already lying down, either asleep or still chatting. No one had on pajamas or anything, just sleeping in regular clothing. The girls were on one side, and the boys were on the other. Harry walked to the boy's side to find Ron. When he found him, he was disappointed.

"Sorry," pronounced Ron, who was surrounded and didn't have any place for Harry. "They wouldn't let me save spots."

"That's okay," said Harry. "I'll see you in the morning."

Harry walked over to the very end where there were two mats left. He lied down on one of them and began to think about various things, when a voice cut him off.

"Is this right here open?"

Harry turned over to see an African American boy with cornrows, and dressed in Green. The Nero color.

"Yes," said Harry in a friendly like voice.

The boy took the spot and then took a double glance at Harry.

"You're Harry Potter aren't you?" he asked.

"Yeah. That's me."

"Cool. Had a feeling that I'd meet you at some point."

"What's your name?"

"My name? Kareem Noble."