Chapter 18:
The next morning Harry woke up, he found that Hermione was no longer in his arms, but had obviously left for breakfast. He took a long look at the arrow, still sharply inserted into the wall. Curious, he attempted to pull it out with one hand, but failed. Standing up now, he grasped both hands upon the end of the arrow tightly, and pulled with all his might. The arrow came shooting out of the wall, and Harry went tumbling backwards into the door, which was now open with the smiling figure of Ron standing at it.
"Need a hand?" asked Ron, still grinning at the image of Harry sprawled on the floor with an odd piece of wood in his hands, and his glasses askew upon his face. Harry straightened his glasses, took Ron's hand, which was now outstretched, and allowed himself to be pulled up.
"What's that in your hands?" asked Ron, now a look of perplexity upon his face. Harry realized that this was probably not because of the arrow, but because of the blood that was beginning to drool from his fingertips and palm. The edge of the point must have nicked him as he fell.
"Nothing, nothing," Harry replied, bustling around unnecessarily in an attempt to hide the cut Ron had so obviously seen. Ron looked at him doubtfully, but after a moment, his glare changed and it seemed as if he would drop it.
"Wanna go down and get something to eat?" asked Ron. Harry nodded and followed Ron out of the room while wiping off the last flecks of blood off of his hand.
Harry had expected to go down to the school to eat, but found, to his great delight, that there was a small dining room next to the common room downstairs. He continued following Ron (who strangely seemed to know his way around) until he stopped at a small four person table where Hermione and Gabrielle were both sitting and talking animatedly. Harry smiled at them both, and sat down to get some breakfast. He really didn't mind the fact that he was away from Hogwart anymore. As a matter of a fact, he sort of enjoyed having a bit of a change of scenery, since he had never been allowed this privilege by the Dursley's, who had always left him with Ms. Fig's during holidays.
"I think I'll visit the school today," said Harry to Hermione, Gabrielle and Ron, all of them turning sharply around as he said this.
"We aren't allowed in the school," said Ron grumpily, sticking a knife into some butter unnecessarily.
Harry remembered the ghost shooting out of the entrance way the day before, and wondered why Beuxbatons who so intent on not letting Hogwarts students into its school.
Suddenly, Harry had an idea, but he would have to be subtle, and if he got the response he thought he would, he would know.
"Not being held prisoner in there are you, Gabrielle?" asked Harry, with an obvious sarcastic voice. She looked petrified for a moment, and the relaxed.
"Very funny 'Arry!" she said with a small fake laugh.
That's when Harry knew it. He knew why they weren't letting them into Beuxbatons.