Chapter 8

Harry saw the BAGOH poster as he made his way to double Potions after lunch on Tuesday. The idea appealed to him. After all, he may find someone he could spend his life with there. Or at least spend a couple of months with. He pointed the sign out to Ron. "What do you think about me going to that tomorrow night, Ron?" He asked.

Ron looked intently at the sign. "Well, it seems to be right up your alley. I'd say go for it, mate." Ron replied.

"Would you and Hermione like to come along?" Harry inquired.

Ron's face went red. "Erm, no, sorry, we're….busy."

"Doing what?" Harry demanded, feeling kind of hurt that he was being left out yet again.

"Um, nothing, nothing at all…well, I mean, not nothing, obviously, but just….oh, look, there's Dean…gotta go! See you later, Hazza!" Ron ran off towards Dean.

"Hazza? Hazza? Why the hell am I suddenly 'Hazza'?" Harry muttered angrily to himself.

Harry sat by himself in potions, as Ron was avoiding him, and Neville wasn't talking to him because he had stolen Neville's goldfish eyeballs yesterday.