Chapter 7: Midnight Meeting and The Daily Prophet
Gathor visits Demeter through the fireplace to check in on her mission.
I sat on the couch in the common room, waiting patiently for everyone to go to bed and for
midnight.
I stared into the fireplace, with many thoughts and strategies going through my mind. How
was I to kill Harry? What would be the best place to do so? And most of all, when?
I decided I could kill him with whatever weapon I could get my hands on. Or to make it
cleaner, I could just simply break his neck. Though that sounded too easy.
As far as where to do it, I had to get him alone with me. Somewhere where deadly accidents
are bound to happen.
Then it hit me; I could lure him up to a tower and break his neck, then throw him off the
tower. It will look like he accidentally fallen off the tower and broke his neck.
It was fool proof. I just needed to know when I could pull it off.
I was cut from my thoughts when I felt someone sit next to me. It was Hermione.
"Hi Demeter," she said politely.
I nodded in response and turned back to my planning.
"I was wondering," she said interrupting me from my thoughts again, "If you could tell me
something about America,"
"Sure," I said patiently.
"What are the magic school's like there?" she asked me in complete interest.
"Well," I said thinking to myself "The school that I went to wasn't as nice as this one"
"I didn't go to a magic boarding school in America," I continued "It was just like a regular
muggle school,"
"That's interesting," Hermione said.
Just listening to this girl was boring me. I needed to get out into the night air. My body
was aching for action. I haven't been practicing for a while. Gathor would kill me if he
knew that. But it's his fault that I have to sit here waiting for him next to a bookworm.
Later on Hermione went to bed. The common room slowly emptied as the students went off to
bed, while I sat on the couch waiting for midnight to arrive.
It was really dim and empty in the common now. The room was filled with a deadly silence. I
looked around my eerie surroundings. The room was filled with tall dark shadows, dancing in
the eerie glow of the fire in the darkness.
Then a voice called out "Demeter, Demeter,"
I looked to the fireplace and found there, Gathor's head in the fireplace.
"Hello Gathor," I said in a business like tone.
"I suppose your wondering why I told you to meet me?" He said
I simply shrugged "I might be,"
"I called upon you to check up on you," Gathor said slightly imitating my business like
tone.
"But I thought I was in this alone?" I asked almost outraged.
I thought for minute that Gathor didn't trust me enough to be sent out on a mission alone.
"You are," he said slightly losing patients, and then continued, "It's just that the Dark
Lord need's information about your mission. He wants to know how much longer he has to
wait,"
I thought for a moment. I still hadn't decided when to finish it yet. I thought about when
would be the best time.
I wanted to be done with it as soon as I could. But I didn't want to happen too quickly to
cause suspicion. I decided around Christmas break would be the best time.
"You tell him that I can promise him Harry's death by Christmas," I said with an evil smirk.
"Good," He said with a satisfied smirk. Then his expression turned serious "Have you been
practicing?"
I rolled my eyes and sighed. I had seen this coming.
"No" I mumbled miserably.
Gathor now looked cross and angry.
"Your lucky your over a thousand miles away and with sleeping students in the other room,"
He hissed dangerously.
I just sat there with my arms crossed, not showing any sign of fear of his anger.
"You are to practice tomorrow night, got it?" he said in a deadly whisper.
I nodded in response.
The fire swirled and Gathor was gone.
I watched as the last flame flickered with the last of its energy and died out.
I woke up to the sunlight spilling in through the window next to me into the dormitory and
onto my face. I blinked against the bright sunlight and yawned and stretched.
I noticed for the first time that I had a nightstand next to my bed.
But I didn't much of it. Soon I was out of bed and putting on my uniform.
I wasn't too fond of my uniform. I hated wearing a skirt; it made me feel like a wimp.
I shook off the feeling and headed down the dormitory stairs.
In the common room I found Harry, Ron, and Hermione talking and heading toward the common
room door.
I caught up with them and joined them in their conversation.
We sat down at the Gryffindor table and ate our breakfast. All the while I couldn't shake
off the feeling of Farnest watching me closely. I was starting to get really annoyed by his
gaze.
Just then a large swarm of owls swooped into the great hall, flying above us and
occasionally dropping packages toward the students as they caught them. This had to be the
weirdest mail delivery service I had ever seen.
One owl came down in front of Hermione and stuck its leg out to her leg importantly. She
pulled off what looked like a newspaper and gave the owl some Knuts by putting them into a
pouch tied to his other leg.
Hermione unrolled the newspaper and hid her face behind it and began to read it. I saw the
heading say in large words 'THE DAILY PROPHET''
After a moment or two she emerged from behind the newspaper and turned Ron and said "Ron
look at this,"
Ron took the newspaper and read the article that Hermione was pointing to and furrowed his
eyebrows as if trying to figure out a difficult question.
"Merlin," he whispered in astonishment.
"What's up?" Harry asked curiously.
Ron handed him the newspaper and Harry read it with great interest. I waited patiently for
my turn to be amazed by whatever interesting discovery that Hermione had uncovered.
After a moment Harry raised his eyebrows and just simply said "Weird," and handed me the
newspaper.
I looked at the article Harry was pointing at and read:
On August 27th, Thursday. Five Hunters went off to find and kill, what seemed to be, a rogue
Demon. They left to find the deadly creature Thursday night, and were expected to return
over the weekend at the least. Auror's have been sent to find the missing five, but so far
no evidence has been found. The missing Hunters go by the names of Dave Nicholson, Ann
Parker, Joan Parker, Mathew Johnson, and Michael Andrew. Auror's say they have been missing
for almost 4 days now. And we'll update our story as soon as we find more information on the
case.
I was stunned. I knew this some how come out of the blue, but I didn't know it would get
serious. But I had nothing to worry about. How was I to blame for their deaths when they had
no evidence against me? They don't even have so much as a clue to where they are.
Then Harry pointed to another article, and it read:
On August 15, Wednesday. A young wizard of 14 was brought to St. Mungo's with a mysterious
case of loss of all his magical ability. Healers have confirmed that they don't know what
had caused his condition or how to restore him. The young wizard is to stay at St. Mungo's
for further inspection. While the young wizard was held in care, other young wizards and
witches under the age of 16 have been attacked by this mysterious condition. Healers are
baffled as the try their best to find an answer to all this chaos. We'll be updating on this
case as soon as further information is let out.
Now I was baffled. This was so peculiar. What kind of thing would be causing teenagers to
just suddenly loss their powers? This was quite a mystery.
"Wow," that was all I could say, as I looked up at the other three.
"I wonder what could be causing something like that, to cause people to lose their powers,"
Hermione said ponderingly.
"I'll bet I know who's causing it," Ron said half fearfully.
"Voldemort?" Hermione said as if she had expected Ron to say it.
"Sure," Ron said, "I mean look at all he's been capable of. Who's to say he's not targeting
muggle-borns and striping them from their powers,"
"Ron's got a point, Hermione," Harry pointed out.
Hermione though didn't seem too convinced.
"I don't know," she said in her pondering voice again, "I don't know if V-Voldemort would
even that capable as something as this,"
"Voldemort's more powerful then you think," I said with out thinking.
"How would you know?" Ron asked me suspiciously.
I looked down at my plate and answered, "That's a bit of a personal question,"
Ron didn't push the matter but he was still a bit unsure about me.
A few minutes later Professor Mcgonnigal handed out our schedules. I had Potions first
period, then Transfiguration, then Charms, and then Lunch. I didn't read anymore, I would
figure out my next class after lunch.
The bell rang and we were off to our first class. I looked over my shoulder to look at the
staff table and found Farnest wasn't there.