Hey everyone sorry about the long wait but here it is, Chapter 5.

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Chapter 5: Flying Lessons!


"Hey, Andy…"

"Yeah bro?"

"We made it."

"Yeah Har, we made it."

Both boys closed their eyes and gave way to their exhaustion. Dreaming about the days they had ahead of them.

Harry awoke early the next day and gave a huge stretch, sitting up in his bed he looked around the room. The first thing that caught his eye was the red and gold decorations, then the several other beds, and it finally struck him. He was at Hogwarts with… Andrew; his brother, he smiled again and looked towards his brother's bed. He noticed the morning light slowly rising to his face; Harry sat and watched in amusement knowing what would happen next.

"Morning, Harry." Ron said from his bed next to Harry's.

"Good morning, Ron." Harry whispered back, his grin growing as the sun rays came closer to his brother's face.

"What are we doing?" Ron whispered back.

"Shh, just watch."

Sure enough after a few more minutes the sun light shun on Andrew's face not more than 10 seconds later, Andrew moaned and tried to roll out of the way of the mornings assault which resulted in him rolling out of his bed and landing on his face.

"Bloody hell." Andrew moaned from his position on the ground.

Harry was laughing along with Ron as they watched the second Potter get up and stretch his stiff muscles.

"Hardy Har Har, hi-freaking-larious, I'm gonna go shower." He mumbled sarcastically as he grabbed his toiletry bag and towel from his trunk.

After an hour, Andrew and Harry had been down in the common room waiting for Ron before heading down to the Great hall. Andrew was playing with his dread locks before a voice caused him to look up.

"Good morning, Andrew, Harry."

"Oh, hey, Hermione."

"Hey there, ready for the first day?" Andrew asked as she came down the staircase.

"Yes! I'm so excited." Hermione replied with a huge grin.

Just then Ron came into the room still fixing his tie. He looked at the three of them and narrowed his eyes at Hermione.

"What's Herminny doing here?"

"Her-mio-ne, and she's going to be joining us for breakfast." Andrew replied rolling his eyes.

Before Ron could say anything else Andrew started making his towards the portrait hole. With a shrug Harry followed and beckoned Hermione who had a small smile on her lips. Ron looked out of place but followed anyway.

During breakfast Professor McGonagall passed out the Gryffindor first year students' schedules. Reading it over Andrew dropped his fork and stared at the paper in his hand.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"Check out Wednesday." Andrew replied with a huge grin.

"Defence, History, Transfig, Flying, Charms… Wait Flying lessons?!" Harry said excitedly.

"Wait, why's there only one lesson?" Ron asked curiously.

But before anyone could reply, a certain blonde walked up to the three young Gryffindor's.

"Potter… err Potter." He greeted with a nod.

"Blonde kid, with the funny name," Andrew nodded back.

"Draco Malfoy."

"Like I said, blonde kid with the funny name,"

"Andy, stop it. I'm Harry, this is Andrew."

"Charmed, so I see the red headed weasel and dirty blooded squirrel are bothering you." Malfoy said pompously, which caused the two boys standing on either side of him snicker.

"I don't like you." Andrew said simply, which caused the purebloods within hearing distance to stop eating and listen.

"Excuse me? Do you know who I am?"

"Yeah, Dracula Mouthwash, whatever... You're just a spoilt brat who thinks power's in a name. Get out of my face before I make you." Andrew replied turning back to his breakfast.

Everyone who heard this stared wide-eyed at the dark skinned boy as if he had just claimed he was the re-birth of Merlin. No one stood up to the Malfoy's because of their pull with the ministry, but some eleven-year old child just had.

Malfoy stood gaping at the young man, while his two goons looked on in surprise. The blonde's face started turning a lovely shade of red and couldn't come up with a suitable comeback until the thought struck him.

"My father shall hear this!" He threatened, he grinned slightly when he heard some of the students gasp. That threat should definitely scare Potters into being two of his henchmen.

Harry turned at furrowed his eyebrows at the boy.

"And what good will that do you?" The question caused Malfoy to scrunch his face into one of confusion, seeing this, Harry sighed and continued.

"The worst your father could do would be to scold us, and we've been through much worse. So go on, tell your father, see if we care, but for now if you don't mind we were having breakfast with our friends."

Harry glared at the boy before he himself turned away from him and enjoyed his breakfast, sneaking a glance at his brother he saw him giving a small grin, which he returned.

Draco stood looking livid at the two boys, he was about to start a row until he noticed McGonagall headed their way.

"This isn't over." He whispered menacingly.

"Nope…" Harry started.

"We say it is." Andrew finished.

After Draco had walked away Harry and Andrew looked up to see the shocked faces of Hermione and Ron.

"What? We don't like bullies." They replied simultaneously.

First class of the day for the two boys was Potions, with Professor Snape. They made their way to the dungeons and followed the rest of the class to their destination.

Entering the class, the two boys took the seats in the front row; Ron sat next to Harry, while Hermione sat next to Andrew. The class was loud as students spoke about what they expected class to be like. Just as the class was getting louder the door suddenly burst open and in came a very greasy haired man, wearing black robes. As he walked briskly to the front of the class everyone seemed to shut their mouths. He turned and faced the class with somewhat of a bored expression.

"My name is professor Snape and I shall be your potions master." He stated. His voice was deep, emotionless; he seemed somewhat bored as he addressed the students.

"This year in Potions I will be teaching you how to brew potions that are beyond your wildest fantasies. I'll show you the subtle art of becoming a potions master and being able to create miracles. I could teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper on death." He said as he scanned the class, he then noticed the two boys in the front row and his eye seemed to twitch slightly.

"It seems as though we have celebrities in our midst." He sneered as he walked over to the two boys.

"Mister Potter, tell me what will I get if I add powdered root of Asphodel to an Infusion of Wormwood?" he asked with a tiny grin.

"Sorry, sir, but are you asking him or me?" Andrew asked slightly confused.

"The white one of course you silly boy!" he sneered at Andrew. The dark skinned boy felt his entire insides churn when the teacher scolded, what made matters worse was that the Gryffindor's shared this class with the Slytherin's who snickered at Snape's comment.

"With all due respect, sir, I doubt a professor should speak that way to a student." Harry said glaring at the teacher who glared back.

"Fine, then Potter 2, will answer the next question. Now, the answer Potter?" Snape snapped at the eleven year old boy.

Sighing heavily, Harry answered the question.

"Together they make a sleeping potion so powerful it's known as the Draught of Living Death."

"Potter 2, what is a Bezour?!"

"A Bezour can be found in the stomach of a goat, and will save you from most poisons." Andrew stated threw gritted teeth.

"Finally what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?" Snape asked, looking desperate at a chance to humiliate the two boys.

Andrew and Harry turned to each other and shrugged before answering together.

"They're the same plant; they also go by the name Aconite."

The entire class seemed shocked, throughout the entire ordeal only one student raised her hand to answer the questions. Snape glared at the two Potter's before walking over to his desk.

"10 points from Gryffindor!" he stated loudly.

"What?! Why?!" Andrew asked angrily.

"Disrespecting a teacher in front of class, Potter 2, want me to add disruption as well?" the grease ball sneered with the tiniest grin ever.

Andrew reluctantly sat down and glared at his Potions master wanting nothing more than to punch the look off his face.

Thirty minutes later and the class ended with Gryffindor losing a total of thirty house points, the angriest of them all were the two Potters who stormed out of his class the fastest.

"Taking away five points for sneezing?!" Harry asked angrily.

"Now I know why his class is underground, he's the bloody devil!" Andrew stated just as angrily.

"Well, at least we've got Transfiguration next with our head of house." Hermione said trying to defuse the two angry teens.

"Yeah let's… wait where's Ron?" Harry asked looking around.

"Hey now that you mention it…" Andrew said, forgetting Snape for a second.

"Well should we look for him or…?"

"Mio, you go on ahead, we'll look for Garfield." Andrew said smiling.

"Alright, but don't forget class starts in… did you just call me 'Mio'?"

"Easier than Hermione and I doubt you'd want to be called Hermi, or Hermes." Andrew said smiling boyishly.

Shaking her head slightly Hermione started on her way to class.

"You've got five minutes." Her voice echoed back to them.

"Alright let's look for him." Harry said looking around.

Ten minutes later saw three Gryffindor boys running through the halls looking for the Transfiguration class room. Bursting into their thirteenth and hopefully last class room, they were met by the eyes of students from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff who had books open in front of them and seemed to be very quiet.

"Finally we made it." Ron said gasping for air.

"We wouldn't have been late if you had just peed before Potions." Andrew muttered quietly.

"Shut it, we're here that's all that matters." Harry jumped in.

"Doesn't even look like the teacher's here yet, just that mangy old cat on the desk." Ron stated pointing to the front of the class.

Andrew did a double take of the cat before his eyes went wide and he looked at Hermione.

"That's not just any cat is it?" he asked as he pinched the brim of his nose.

"No." Hermione answered in an apologetic tone.

"That's professor McGonagall isn't it?"

"Yeah." Hermione whispered looking down at her book.

"What are you on about? That's no…" Ron's sentence was cut short by the cat giving off a loud 'meow' and glaring at the three boys.

"This isn't going to end well." Harry muttered.

The cat jumped off from the desk and morphed in the air, it became larger and taller, and its hind legs stretched out and became legs while its front paws became hands. The body changed and became larger more human-like. Before they knew it the three boys were staring at the strict face of their Head of House and Transfiguration teacher.

"That was bloody brilliant." Ron muttered quietly.

"Thank you, Mr Weasley, now I would appreciate it if you three would take your seats and begin working on the assignment I gave the rest of the classroom." She said in a commanding tone which made the boys shiver slightly.

Taking his seat next to Hermione he saw her supressing a grin and shot her a glare, the bushy haired girl turned to look at him and covered her hand to cover her giggles.

"Oh shut it." Andrew said quietly as he pulled out his books and began doing his work.

The rest of the day and Tuesday passed in a slight blur for the two Potter boys; both were caught up with their own thoughts. Harry wanted to become stronger so he wouldn't have to rely on his brother protecting him all the time while Andrew kept thinking of some way to get Snape back for making him look like an idiot during his classes. Before either one knew it, Wednesday's flying lessons were up next.

Harry, Andrew, Hermione and Ron were at lunch mentally preparing themselves for their flying lessons. Well, the boys were, Hermione was busy cramming a book on broom flying.

"Really, Hermione? 'Broom flying for nimrods'?" Andrew asked raising an eyebrow at the girl.

"It's really helpful, since I haven't ridden a broom before." She replied heatedly.

Andrew raised his hands in a defensive manner before going back to his food. His mood was soon spoilt by a certain red head.

"Well, well, Potter, ready to see how a Malfoy rides a broom?" the arrogant voice of Draco sneered.

"With his face on the ground?" Andrew asked in a bored tone.

"No, with all the grace and elegance of a…"

"Elephant?" Ron asked shrugging.

"Chicken?" Harry supplied cocking an eyebrow.

"A pregnant whale." Andrew answered snapping his fingers

"A DRAGON! All the grace and elegance of a dragon!" Draco yelled at taunting Gryff's.

The three boys shared a glance before getting up; Andrew grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her along too.

"See you on the grounds, Mouthwash!" Andrew called out behind him.

It was a beautiful day outside, not a single cloud in sight. Our four Gryff's made their way to the teacher standing by two rows of brooms, when the entire class had finally made it the teacher began speaking.

"Hello, my name is Madam Hooch, and I shall be your flying instructor today, now stand on the left side of your broom hold your right hand out and say 'up'!" Madam Hooch said. The instructor had salt and pepper hair tied into a neat bun, her voice was commanding and loud, but what made Andrew respect her more was her face, she had a strict look that could rival Professor McGonagall's.

Watching everyone first, Andrew noticed a few people had already had their brooms in their hand, two of which were his brother Harry and the blonde ponce Malnutrition… or whatever. Looking around he noticed the pudgy boy from the train, Neville Longbottom's broom come straight up and smack the poor boy on the nose, he also noticed a few other people. The Indian girl, Parvati Patil's broom seemed to hover slightly, but wouldn't make it up to her hand. Hermione's broom just rolled on the spot and refused to even jump slightly. A blonde girl from Slytherin, Daphne had also raised her broom up her hand and was looking around with a bored expression, her eyes caught Andrew's before turning and looking around again.

Andrew who shook his head slightly turned to his own broom and in a very commanding tone he spoke to it.

"Up!"

The broom slapped into his palm and vibrated slightly, happy with his achievement Andrew turned to his brother and shot him a huge grin, to which Andrew returned.

"Alright now everyone mount their brooms, kick off the ground hard, hover for a few minutes then lean back and touch the ground. Ready, Go."

Madam Hooch blew her whistle to start the next part of the lesson but before anyone could lift off, Neville started rising high above the ground and seemed to have lost control of his broom. The cleaning object started jerking violently from side to side, Hooch had been screaming at the boy to lean back on his broom, but obviously in a fit of terror Neville leaned forward and grabbed the broom, unfortunately the flying contraption shot off straight ahead and poor Mr Longbottom went crashing into the castle wall with a loud thud.

Andrew watched as the teacher walked over to the boy, muttered something about a broken wrist and stated that she'd be taking Neville to the hospital wing and that if she saw anyone off the ground she'd have them expelled.

"Did you see that moron's face?" Malfoy asked loudly so that everyone could hear him. "Oh, look, it seems he dropped something." He added picking up a clear orb off of the ground.

Harry instantly recognised it and spoke up to the blonde Slytherin.

"That's Neville's, give it here, Malfoy!"

"Oh? Come and get it then Potter."

Malfoy had mounted his broom and was flying above the other student's heads, Harry turned to Andrew who was grinning like he had just found blackmail material against the Dursley's.

"Shall we?" Harry asked returning his brothers eager grin.

"You take left, I'll take right."

"No. You heard Madam Hooch, if she catches you, you'll get expelled." Hermione warned them her face full of worry.

"Then I guess we'll have to be down before she comes back." Andrew said after he had mounted his broom and shot off after Harry.

The sensation of flying felt utterly amazing, Andrew and Harry instantly fell in love with the feeling. Harry came up and faced Malfoy.

"Give it here, Malfoy. Or I'll knock you off your broom!" Harry yelled over to the blonde."

Malfoy seemed focused on the one Potter and lost track of the other who was below them, before he could respond though he felt someone snatch the orb out of his hand. Swerving his head around, he saw the second Potter throwing it up and catching it with a boyish grin on his face.

"Thanks, Mallow."

"Hey, give that back!"

Draco made a grab for the orb but Andrew suddenly went into a dive, clutching the orb to his chest, turning to look behind him, he noticed Draco on his tail, thinking fast, he threw the ball straight into the air and stopped and turned to look at Harry who had already figured out what to do and leaned forward on his broom causing it to rush forward he stretched his arm out and caught it. He looked down and saw Draco coming towards him at quite a speed, thinking on his feet… or broom, he threw the orb as far from them as possible. As if they were reading each other's minds, Andrew gained speed, pushing the broom to its absolute limits, he went into a sudden dive and stretched his hand out and caught the orb a few feet from the ground. He then went and landed on the ground calling Harry over to him. Harry sped to the ground and breakneck speed and jumped off his broom, landing next his brother.

The two Potter's exchanged a high five and saw a sulking Malfoy glide to the ground at a slow pace. All the Gryffindor's ran over to the two boys and proceeded to give them praise for not only saving the orb, but also flying tremendously. The party however was short lived as a very angry looking McGonagall walked up to them at a pace an old woman shouldn't be walking.

"What on earth-? What were you thinking?! Of all the things-! Could have broken your neck! Your father's would have… no wait, no; your mother's would have killed you both! Come with me, this instant, no arguing, Mr Potter, come, now!"

Andrew knew when not to mess with an angered woman from his experiences with his 'aunt' Petunia, and this was one of them. Following his head of house to their impending doom, Andrew turned to look at Hermione and gave a sheepish grin and shrug of the shoulders.

Harry looked to his brother as they entered the large castle, they made eye contact and both looked very sad. Their time at this magical school was over and they only had themselves to blame. It was the voice of Professor McGonagall that broke them out of their thoughts.

"Excuse me professor Quirrel, could I speak to Oliver Wood for a moment?"

Harry's eyebrows knitted together as Andrew shook his head slightly with his eyes closed thinking, 'Here it comes, the expulsion.'

"Wood, I have found you two of the most unbelievably connected students in this school."

"That's great Professor but what does that have to do with me?"

"Well, their speed is impressive and they seem to be able to read each other's minds, also neither one is scared to do a fifty or so dive."

Andrew and Harry shared a look when the Professor mentioned mind reading.

"I'm still lost…" Oliver said shrugging his shoulders.

"Wood, I have just gotten you two new reserve Chasers or a Seeker and substitute, the choice is yours."

"Oh, you meant Quidditch, wait you found us a seeker? And it's Potter?! Oh this is brilliant!" Oliver said excitedly.

Andrew looked down and wished he had his hoodie to hide his face from everyone, but he opted for staring at the ground at his feet. He could feel Harry and McGonagall looking at him sympathetically and he hated it. He turned to leave when his head of house grabbed his shoulder.

"Wood, he's also going to be on the team also." McGonagall stated, her voice stern yet suggestive.

Oliver seemed to have been snapped out of his day dream when he noticed Andrew and smiled.

"Of course he is, Professor." Wood replied giving a small smile as he eyed Andrew, he then turned his head slightly and walked up to the dark skinned boy and extended his hand.

"I'm sorry; I can't seem to place a name to your face."

"Andrew. Andrew Potter."

Wood's eyes seemed to have doubled in size as he stared at the boy then looked down at the boy's hand. Seeing the scar, Oliver started Andrew's hand harder.

"Pleasure to meet you." He said with a warm smile, but was regarded with a deadpan expression.

"Yeah, same to you." Andrew replied.

After speaking for a while, the boys were told to meet Wood on the Quidditch pitch later on when their lessons were over. Making their way to Charms class, they ran into Ron and all three made their way to the next period.

"So, bad news?" the red head asked as they climbed toward the third floor.

"Well, actually…"

"We'll tell you later." Andrew interrupted giving his brother a certain look before speeding up slightly.

Harry shrugged and sped up to keep up with his brother, the three boys reached the classroom just as the other students had begun to sit down.

"Yes, yes, Mr's Potter and Mr Weasley, would you please take your seats so we may begin." A small, very short professor stood in front of the class and introduced himself as Professor Flitwick.

"Now class we shall be learning a very light spell today, a float charm actually. Now I want everyone to take out their wands and do a little swish and flick motion, like so." The tiny professor said demonstrating to the rest of the class.

Everyone got their wands out but everyone had to wait for the professor who stared at the two Potters.

"My Lord, are those… flame phoenix feather wands?" he asked breathlessly.

The boys nodded their heads and heard the professor mutter 'By all the stars, this is the beginning of a legend in the making.'

"Sorry, professor?" Harry asked, causing the small man to snap back to reality.

"Oh, my apologies. Now where were we? Ah, yes, the wand movement, now the incarnation is Wengardium Leviosa. And don't forget to add the wand movement. Now as you have noticed there are feathers in front of you all, so begin."

The entire class started chanting the incarnation, with no luck what so ever.

Hermione who had been unlucky enough to sit next to Ron, watched as he violently started waving his wand around.

"Wengardium Liviosa!" he kept saying confidently.

"Wait stop, please, before you blind someone. And by the way, it's LeviOsa, not Liviosa." She said in her know-it-all tone, which made Ron's ears turn pink slightly.

"Well then you do it."

Hermione watched her feather for a second before pointing her wand at it and saying the words clearly.

"Wengardium Leviosa."

On cue, the feather rose in the air and started to rise, higher and higher as Hermione controlled it from her seat.

"Bloody know-it-all, no wonder you don't have any friends." Ron muttered as he lay on his arms and proceeded to sulk.

Hermione looked at the red head, wanting to say something but stopped herself. She heard the professor say something about doing well, but she blocked him out, staring at the table, she fought back tears at what Ron had said. 'No wonder you have any friends.' The words hit her hard, but she had friends, Harry and Andrew were her friends. She knew that, but Ron shared a room with them, so would he say that because they didn't actually care about her. Were they just too kind to tell her to go away and leave them alone? Were they really her friends? Or was she just clinging to them? Hermione's mind reeled from all the possibilities and potential answers. Her subconscious made the decision for her.

'They don't want to be my friends, they don't care about me. They're just too kind to tell me this themselves. I'll keep my distance and not bother them anymore.' She snuck a peak at Andrew, who sat furthest away from her and who had also given up trying to get his own feather to float and was happily watching the other students; he turned and saw Hermione looking her way. He gave her his usual happy, goofy grin and waved slightly at her. Hermione forced a smile and gave a small wave back at the boy before turning to look away from him.

'I honestly thought my first friend would be you, Andrew.' She thought sadly as she watched the other students who had been attempting to lift their feather.

The bell ended signalling the end of their school day and the children couldn't be happier. As they filed out of class, Harry gave Andrew a look before Ron arrived. Andrew shook his head slightly.

"So, off to the common room then?" Ron asked joining his fellow Gfys.

"Yeah, but Harry and I need to have a serious talk so we're just gonna go change and find a suitable place." Andrew said smoothly, Ron's eyes cast downward slightly as he nodded in understanding.

"Alright then let's… wait, where'd Hermione go?" Andrew asked looking around for his busy haired friend.

"Probably, off to the tower." Ron answered quickly.

Sharing a look, the two Potters decided they'd see her at the Halloween feast tonight after their meeting with Wood and headed off to the tower to change.

Heading out to the Quidditch pitch, located behind the school, which was quite a walk away from the Gryffindor common room, the two boys met with their new Quidditch coach and captain.

"So today, we aren't going to do much, I'm just going to teach you the fundamentals of the game and what it entails." Wood started. He then dove straight into the history of the sport, which had both boys hooked on the foundation of the sport, the many rules, the regulations, and even the greatest Quidditch players ever to grace the sport.

"Alright, now as I explained, there are three balls in the sport, first is the Quaffel." Wood said, tossing the hard hollow yet heavy ball at Harry who caught it easily.

"Now this one relates to you two. There are three chasers in a team, and this is the ball they, you might use. You throw them through one of those three hoops to score." He said pointing at the three large hoops on the pitch. "And the keeper, that's me, defends them."

The two boys nodded and Andrew threw the ball back to Wood.

"Now these two are the Bludgers. Nasty, they are, but you needed worry about them the Weasley twins are the Beaters who keep these away from everyone on the team."

"Now this…" Wood started as he reached into a small compartment on the case he was carrying containing the balls. "This is the snitch. I don't have to explain how important this is again, do I?" Wood as he eyed the small golden ball in his hand.

The two boys shook their heads, Wood had stressed how that snitch could either make or break the game. He was very insistent, that if the Potters played a game they were very obliged to catch the snitch before the other team. They did not need that talk again.

"Alright then, it's pretty late, we should head back to the castle now. The feast ought to be starting soon." Wood said packing the small golden ball away.

"We'll start actual broom training tomorrow. Let's go."

The Potters entered the great hall and sat by the Gryffindor table, with Ron, and Hermione wasn't there.

"Shouldn't Hermione be here?" Harry asked looking around.

"Oh, Granger?" a small faced Indian girl asked from across the table, Andrew recognised her from the sorting Pavarti Patil.

"I heard she was crying in the dungeon bathroom." She whispered at the three boys.

"What? Why?" Andrew asked shocked, but before his question could be answered the Great Hall doors swung open and in came a screaming Defence teacher.

"Troll, in the dungeon!" he yelled before passing out.

"What the hell kind of Defence teacher is he?!" Andrew yelled pointing at the knocked out professor at the front of the hall.

"Everyone, please stay calm, prefects, escort the younger students to the dorms. Teachers, with me." Dumbledore said in a very commanding tone before getting up and moving out the great hall swiftly.

Andrew jumped up and ran to the front of the hall and proceeded to lightly kick the passed out teacher on the back of his head. He then tilted his own head and slowly reached down, determined to know what made this man's turban smell so rank. But before his fingers gripped the material, he was pulled back by his collar.

"Andrew, what are you doing, we've got to go." Harry said urgently.

"But let me just…"

"No."

"Just one peek…"

"No."

"Harry…"

"NO. Now come on."

"Fine… wait we can't leave." Andrew said while his eyes grew wider and his voice softer.

"Yes, yes we can." Ron said desperately.

"No we can't, we've forgotten something!" Andrew yelled at his brother and the red headed boy.

Harry looked at Andrew with confusion all over his face before his own eyes grew wide behind his round spectacles.

"Oh no… Hermione." Harry said softly.

"What about her!?" Ron asked urgently.

"She's in the dungeons… and she wouldn't know about the troll." Andrew said still looking Harry in the eye.

"We've got to get down there."

"Do we have to?"

"Yes, like now. Stay if you want, Weasley, just don't rat us out or I swear…" Andrew said as he started running toward the dungeons with Harry by his side.

Ron turned to see the Gryffindor's heading towards the stairs; he gave a heavy sigh and shook his head violently.

"Ah, bloody hell. Stupid guilt." He muttered as he ran towards the direction of the dungeons.