Chapter 7
A Scare
"So who are you going to get to replace Angelina and all them?" said Ron, as he added the finishing touches to his homework. It had already been a week at Hogwarts, and quite possibly the worst week of them all. It wasn't a very eventful week, but tiring none the less. If they thought about anything other than school work, they'd end up being weeks behind everyone else.
"I don't know," said Harry, as he sat with his head in is hands.
"This is completely ridiculous," said Hermione as she threw her sack onto the table. "I know we have to keep up our standards, but its not like N.E.W.T.S. are tomorrow."
"Yet you still find time to ask Flitwick to give us extra charms homework?" said Ron. "You need to stop contradicting yourself."
Hermione shot an unhappy face at him.
"Fine," said Ron, as he got up from his seat. "I'll stop questioning your values if you stop questioning mine. I'm going to Dark Arts."
"I'll come with you," said Harry, getting up as well.
"I guess that means we're all going," said Hermione, rolling her eyes. "I don't know why you'd want to be early for her class."
"She's not that bad," said Ron. "I mean...she's not Snape for one thing."
"She's mental," said Hermione.
"Whatever," said Ron.
They were the first to arrive in Dark Arts. While Hermione made a turn for a seat in the back, Ron walked straight towards the front, and Harry followed. Hermione sighed, and followed them.
"I don't even want to know what we're going to do today,"said Hermione, folding her arms.
"That-ssso disappointing that s'you don't take an-ti interest in my class," said Aradia, walking past Hermione, and up to her desk. "Well, I tell you this much. If s'you think dat you can s'learn all zee material s'you need to for zee exam, than go. Cause quite frankly, I don't s'want you in me class." Hermione furrowed her brow and just looked at her. "What?"
"I zaid go," as she sat down.
Hermione just sat there for a minute. Ron and Harry waited for her to say something, while Aradia found more interest in reading the nearest book.
"You know you're-"
"Mental?" Aradia didn't divert her attention to Hermione, but kept reading.
"Yes," said Hermione standing up, and grabbing her sack, she made he way to the door. "And you might try learning English before you try to speak it."
"Don't s'you see Hermione," she closed her book and looked up at her. Hermione had stopped at the door. "It tis ignorance like dat, dat ill one day get s'you killed."
Hermione opened the door, and slammed it right behind her.
Harry and Ron just sat their for a minute, not sure of what to say or do. Slowly, the class started to fill in.
Once everyone had taken their seats she looked up. "I must take back what I sayd before. You must call me Signora Aradia. Now take out s'your books and read. Apparently we have tu." she rolled her eyes.
"But you said not to bring them?" said Seamus.
She pulled out her wand and dabbed it in the air. With that signal, a book for every student fell onto their desk. "Go," and she picked up her book and began to read again.
Ron and Harry kind of looked at each other and then picked up their books and began to read, or at least try to, hoping this wasn't another Umbridge.
Harry met up with Hermione in potions, where she still seemed irritated from the previous class. "Please, give me something to laugh about and tell me what you did?"
"We read," said Harry, taking the seat next to her.
"You're joking," looking at him with disbelief. Harry just shook his head.
The day went by slow. Slower than the previous Monday. They all felt a feeling of regret, as if they were in disbelief that they were actually at the same Hogwarts they had looked so forward to the previous summers. But during all of the classes and Homework, something seemed to have slipped everyone's mind. Or more appropriately, someone...
Over dinner, students talked about miscellaneous things that occurred during the day, while Hermione appeared to have more interest in staring down Signora Aradia, who was still reading her book.
"You can do or say whatever you want, Hermione," said Ron. "She's not going to care."
"That doesn't make it right," said Hermione. And she began to throw things on her plate. "You cant say you think she is a good teacher Ron."
"I don't think she is a good anything," he said. "But considering what we had last year-"
"See that's the thing," said Hermione. "We've been so used to getting these new teachers and then having them leave, to the point where anything is better than the last. I'm sick of it."
"Calm down, Hermione," said Ron, giving her a look. "You know you're going to pass no matter what."
"That's not the point Ron," said Hermione.
"Well than what point are you trying to make exactly?" Ron asked..
Hermione looked at him, and then shot a look at Harry. "And what's wrong with you?" she said. "You seem like you never talk anymore."
Harry shrugged. Honestly, he didn't want to. He found no interest in any of this. He didn't even find interest in Qudditch anymore.
Someone gave an anomalistic cough, and the hall quieted.
"Are you alright Albus," Mcgonagal had gotten up from her chair. Dumbledore had his hand to his throat. For a moment he was immobile and then he slid down his chair and onto the floor.
A few girl screamed, and several people got up, including Harry. Signora Aradia ran to Mcgonagal and uttered something into her ears.
"Everyone go to your houses," Mcgonagal stood up. The color in her face seemed to have drained.
Students didn't seem interested in returning to their rooms, some slowly made their way to the door, but all eyes still remained on Dumbledore.
Signora Aradia stood up and screamed "Now!"
Something about her heavy accent ringing through the Great Hall made people rush to the door. Harry, Ron, and Hermione made sure they were the last ones to leave. But as the staff table surrounded Dumbledore, it was soon evident that they wouldn't be able to get another glimpse of him.
"What do you think happened?" said Hermione, a look of panic on her face.
"I dunno," said Harry, finding a reason to wake up tomorrow morning.
I promise that I'm not trying to kill off Dumbledore or make Hermione a bitch. Just wait and see. Thanks for reading, please review!
A Scare
"So who are you going to get to replace Angelina and all them?" said Ron, as he added the finishing touches to his homework. It had already been a week at Hogwarts, and quite possibly the worst week of them all. It wasn't a very eventful week, but tiring none the less. If they thought about anything other than school work, they'd end up being weeks behind everyone else.
"I don't know," said Harry, as he sat with his head in is hands.
"This is completely ridiculous," said Hermione as she threw her sack onto the table. "I know we have to keep up our standards, but its not like N.E.W.T.S. are tomorrow."
"Yet you still find time to ask Flitwick to give us extra charms homework?" said Ron. "You need to stop contradicting yourself."
Hermione shot an unhappy face at him.
"Fine," said Ron, as he got up from his seat. "I'll stop questioning your values if you stop questioning mine. I'm going to Dark Arts."
"I'll come with you," said Harry, getting up as well.
"I guess that means we're all going," said Hermione, rolling her eyes. "I don't know why you'd want to be early for her class."
"She's not that bad," said Ron. "I mean...she's not Snape for one thing."
"She's mental," said Hermione.
"Whatever," said Ron.
They were the first to arrive in Dark Arts. While Hermione made a turn for a seat in the back, Ron walked straight towards the front, and Harry followed. Hermione sighed, and followed them.
"I don't even want to know what we're going to do today,"said Hermione, folding her arms.
"That-ssso disappointing that s'you don't take an-ti interest in my class," said Aradia, walking past Hermione, and up to her desk. "Well, I tell you this much. If s'you think dat you can s'learn all zee material s'you need to for zee exam, than go. Cause quite frankly, I don't s'want you in me class." Hermione furrowed her brow and just looked at her. "What?"
"I zaid go," as she sat down.
Hermione just sat there for a minute. Ron and Harry waited for her to say something, while Aradia found more interest in reading the nearest book.
"You know you're-"
"Mental?" Aradia didn't divert her attention to Hermione, but kept reading.
"Yes," said Hermione standing up, and grabbing her sack, she made he way to the door. "And you might try learning English before you try to speak it."
"Don't s'you see Hermione," she closed her book and looked up at her. Hermione had stopped at the door. "It tis ignorance like dat, dat ill one day get s'you killed."
Hermione opened the door, and slammed it right behind her.
Harry and Ron just sat their for a minute, not sure of what to say or do. Slowly, the class started to fill in.
Once everyone had taken their seats she looked up. "I must take back what I sayd before. You must call me Signora Aradia. Now take out s'your books and read. Apparently we have tu." she rolled her eyes.
"But you said not to bring them?" said Seamus.
She pulled out her wand and dabbed it in the air. With that signal, a book for every student fell onto their desk. "Go," and she picked up her book and began to read again.
Ron and Harry kind of looked at each other and then picked up their books and began to read, or at least try to, hoping this wasn't another Umbridge.
Harry met up with Hermione in potions, where she still seemed irritated from the previous class. "Please, give me something to laugh about and tell me what you did?"
"We read," said Harry, taking the seat next to her.
"You're joking," looking at him with disbelief. Harry just shook his head.
The day went by slow. Slower than the previous Monday. They all felt a feeling of regret, as if they were in disbelief that they were actually at the same Hogwarts they had looked so forward to the previous summers. But during all of the classes and Homework, something seemed to have slipped everyone's mind. Or more appropriately, someone...
Over dinner, students talked about miscellaneous things that occurred during the day, while Hermione appeared to have more interest in staring down Signora Aradia, who was still reading her book.
"You can do or say whatever you want, Hermione," said Ron. "She's not going to care."
"That doesn't make it right," said Hermione. And she began to throw things on her plate. "You cant say you think she is a good teacher Ron."
"I don't think she is a good anything," he said. "But considering what we had last year-"
"See that's the thing," said Hermione. "We've been so used to getting these new teachers and then having them leave, to the point where anything is better than the last. I'm sick of it."
"Calm down, Hermione," said Ron, giving her a look. "You know you're going to pass no matter what."
"That's not the point Ron," said Hermione.
"Well than what point are you trying to make exactly?" Ron asked..
Hermione looked at him, and then shot a look at Harry. "And what's wrong with you?" she said. "You seem like you never talk anymore."
Harry shrugged. Honestly, he didn't want to. He found no interest in any of this. He didn't even find interest in Qudditch anymore.
Someone gave an anomalistic cough, and the hall quieted.
"Are you alright Albus," Mcgonagal had gotten up from her chair. Dumbledore had his hand to his throat. For a moment he was immobile and then he slid down his chair and onto the floor.
A few girl screamed, and several people got up, including Harry. Signora Aradia ran to Mcgonagal and uttered something into her ears.
"Everyone go to your houses," Mcgonagal stood up. The color in her face seemed to have drained.
Students didn't seem interested in returning to their rooms, some slowly made their way to the door, but all eyes still remained on Dumbledore.
Signora Aradia stood up and screamed "Now!"
Something about her heavy accent ringing through the Great Hall made people rush to the door. Harry, Ron, and Hermione made sure they were the last ones to leave. But as the staff table surrounded Dumbledore, it was soon evident that they wouldn't be able to get another glimpse of him.
"What do you think happened?" said Hermione, a look of panic on her face.
"I dunno," said Harry, finding a reason to wake up tomorrow morning.
I promise that I'm not trying to kill off Dumbledore or make Hermione a bitch. Just wait and see. Thanks for reading, please review!