Chapter 6 And Captain, Too
"Ron's right," said Harry. "You are exaggerating a bit."
"Harry!" Hermione was almost yelling at him. "How can you say I'm exaggerating, especially with the way things are right now. I'd think you should start being a little more careful."
"Alright, lets just drop it," he said, as they walked in to the potions classroom. The class was extremely small. It was mostly made up of Slytherins and Ravenclaws. There were no HufflePuff, and Hermione and Harry seemed to be the only ones from Gryffindor.
"Let's sit over here," said Hermione, pulling him away from the Slytherins.
"Good idea," said Harry.
Snape's office door swung open, and the class immediately fell silent. He walked over to the board, and tapped it with his wand.
"No talking," he said, and sat down at his desk.
Harry read the directions and thought for sure that this would be the worst Potions class ever, and the one to get him thrown out. But he wouldn't allow himself to mess up, and he was not going to pay attention to Snape what so ever. He was going to do his work, and that was it.
Harry was constantly checking back up at the board to see that he was doing everything right. Twice he caught himself from putting the wrong ingredients in. He would occasionally glance over at Hermione's potion to make sure his looked like hers.
"Time," Snape uttered from the front of the room. "You've had two hours. Plenty of time for a Skin Acidation potion. Bring your samples to the front."
Harry filled his vile, and looked at Hermione. She was observing his potion. She looked up and gave him a nod. That had to mean that it looked right.
He brought his vile up to Snape's desk, and turned away.
"Potter, you can throw yours away," Snape called out from his desk.
Harry turned around. "Why?"
"Because it is not yours," said Snape. "I saw you and Granger exchanging glances, which could only mean you filed you vile with her potion. Throw it away."
"I did not," said Harry.
"Don't talk back at me Potter," he spat back.
Harry walked back to his desk, and picked up another empty vile ,and filled it again. He walked back to Snape's desk and switched it with the one that was already laying there.
"They look the same," said Harry. "You saw me fill it up. You have no excuse to fail me."
"How wrong you are," said Snape, standing from his desk. "I have every reason to ban you from this class."
The classroom door swung open, and Harry turned.
"Potter," Prof. McGonagal was standing in the door way. "My office."
Harry glanced back at Snape, and then walked over to pick up his books. He gave a nod to Hermione, and left.
Prof. McGonagal didn't wait for him, so he made the walk to her office alone. He didn't walk slow, but he didn't walk fast either. He followed the pattern of the floor as he went, but was interrupted.
"V'watch it," Aradia pushed him away. "S'nothing on zee floor is zat thrilling. It v'wouldn't harm you to look up."
She began to walk away, but something pushed Harry to ask her a question.
"Where are you from?" He asked the question, and was suprised that he did.
She stopped and turned to him. She smirked and then kept on walking.
Harry stared at her back for a few moments, but then kept on walking. He blew off what had just happened, and forgot about it. Where she was from wasn't important, but Harry just wanted to know.
Harry walked into McGonagal's office, and found her sitting at her desk.
"Sit," she said," Pointing to the chair in front of her. Harry sat down, and McGonagal began. "I am aware that Professor Snape informed you of your O.W.L.S yesterday evening, am I correct?"
"Yes," said Harry.
"And he told you something else, did he?"
"Yes," said Harry. "He told me-"
"Not to trust anyone," she interrupted him. The volume in her voice dropped. "Coming from his mouth may not have been the best thing, so I thought that I would tell you myself, as well. Harry, you cannot trust anyone. I don't know how to make this more serious than it is. We do not know how things will unfold in this new war, but we believe that the attacks have already begun. A few families of muggles were found dead in their homes. Members of the ministry investigated the scene, and have informed us that it was a spell that killed them. The last attack was only two days ago. I must ask you not to go outside of this castle without permission from me."
"But Hogwarts is safe?" said Harry. "Dumbledore is here."
"Yes," she said, and paused. "He is here....now. Things may happen at Hogwarts that we have no control over. Just be careful, Potter. You may leave now."
Harry slowly got up, and made his way to the door.
"Potter," she said, just as he had put his hand on the doorknob. "It is also my duty to inform you that you have been made Qudditch Captain of the Gryffindor team."
"What?"
The chapter title kinda gave the last bit away, but I hope you liked it.
Just remember what McGonagal said.
Sorry this was a bit short. The next chapter is much longer, I promise you.
I hope you enjoyed it, and please review. Thanks.
Next Chapter: Ciro
"Ron's right," said Harry. "You are exaggerating a bit."
"Harry!" Hermione was almost yelling at him. "How can you say I'm exaggerating, especially with the way things are right now. I'd think you should start being a little more careful."
"Alright, lets just drop it," he said, as they walked in to the potions classroom. The class was extremely small. It was mostly made up of Slytherins and Ravenclaws. There were no HufflePuff, and Hermione and Harry seemed to be the only ones from Gryffindor.
"Let's sit over here," said Hermione, pulling him away from the Slytherins.
"Good idea," said Harry.
Snape's office door swung open, and the class immediately fell silent. He walked over to the board, and tapped it with his wand.
"No talking," he said, and sat down at his desk.
Harry read the directions and thought for sure that this would be the worst Potions class ever, and the one to get him thrown out. But he wouldn't allow himself to mess up, and he was not going to pay attention to Snape what so ever. He was going to do his work, and that was it.
Harry was constantly checking back up at the board to see that he was doing everything right. Twice he caught himself from putting the wrong ingredients in. He would occasionally glance over at Hermione's potion to make sure his looked like hers.
"Time," Snape uttered from the front of the room. "You've had two hours. Plenty of time for a Skin Acidation potion. Bring your samples to the front."
Harry filled his vile, and looked at Hermione. She was observing his potion. She looked up and gave him a nod. That had to mean that it looked right.
He brought his vile up to Snape's desk, and turned away.
"Potter, you can throw yours away," Snape called out from his desk.
Harry turned around. "Why?"
"Because it is not yours," said Snape. "I saw you and Granger exchanging glances, which could only mean you filed you vile with her potion. Throw it away."
"I did not," said Harry.
"Don't talk back at me Potter," he spat back.
Harry walked back to his desk, and picked up another empty vile ,and filled it again. He walked back to Snape's desk and switched it with the one that was already laying there.
"They look the same," said Harry. "You saw me fill it up. You have no excuse to fail me."
"How wrong you are," said Snape, standing from his desk. "I have every reason to ban you from this class."
The classroom door swung open, and Harry turned.
"Potter," Prof. McGonagal was standing in the door way. "My office."
Harry glanced back at Snape, and then walked over to pick up his books. He gave a nod to Hermione, and left.
Prof. McGonagal didn't wait for him, so he made the walk to her office alone. He didn't walk slow, but he didn't walk fast either. He followed the pattern of the floor as he went, but was interrupted.
"V'watch it," Aradia pushed him away. "S'nothing on zee floor is zat thrilling. It v'wouldn't harm you to look up."
She began to walk away, but something pushed Harry to ask her a question.
"Where are you from?" He asked the question, and was suprised that he did.
She stopped and turned to him. She smirked and then kept on walking.
Harry stared at her back for a few moments, but then kept on walking. He blew off what had just happened, and forgot about it. Where she was from wasn't important, but Harry just wanted to know.
Harry walked into McGonagal's office, and found her sitting at her desk.
"Sit," she said," Pointing to the chair in front of her. Harry sat down, and McGonagal began. "I am aware that Professor Snape informed you of your O.W.L.S yesterday evening, am I correct?"
"Yes," said Harry.
"And he told you something else, did he?"
"Yes," said Harry. "He told me-"
"Not to trust anyone," she interrupted him. The volume in her voice dropped. "Coming from his mouth may not have been the best thing, so I thought that I would tell you myself, as well. Harry, you cannot trust anyone. I don't know how to make this more serious than it is. We do not know how things will unfold in this new war, but we believe that the attacks have already begun. A few families of muggles were found dead in their homes. Members of the ministry investigated the scene, and have informed us that it was a spell that killed them. The last attack was only two days ago. I must ask you not to go outside of this castle without permission from me."
"But Hogwarts is safe?" said Harry. "Dumbledore is here."
"Yes," she said, and paused. "He is here....now. Things may happen at Hogwarts that we have no control over. Just be careful, Potter. You may leave now."
Harry slowly got up, and made his way to the door.
"Potter," she said, just as he had put his hand on the doorknob. "It is also my duty to inform you that you have been made Qudditch Captain of the Gryffindor team."
"What?"
The chapter title kinda gave the last bit away, but I hope you liked it.
Just remember what McGonagal said.
Sorry this was a bit short. The next chapter is much longer, I promise you.
I hope you enjoyed it, and please review. Thanks.
Next Chapter: Ciro