Chapter 4

"Harry," Dumbledore said quietly,

"Yes, sir?"

"Your responsibilities as Head boy…"

"I know sir, enormous."

"How many times have I told you?"

"About fifty times, sir."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, and chuckled. Or I think so thought Harry, avoiding Dumbledore's eyes so he couldn't tell what he was thinking. Oh my gosh, how many times have I fallen asleep, it was Eleven O'clock when I came here, it's now half past! Harry sat up in his seat, so he wouldn't fall asleep again. Harry looked at his badge.

"Sir?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"Can I go and see Ron and hermione, please?"

"Of course, Harry. Oh and Harry..."

"Yes, sir?"

"I'm sorry you didn't find out earlier. The post, for some reason did not get through."

"It's ok, sir."

"Harry, you are the best pupil I could ask for. Please don't let me down."

"I won't, sir."

"Good. Harry, I advise you not to get into too many scrapes this year."

"Yes, sir." Harry walked out of his cabin, and walked to the prefects' cabin where Ron and Hermione were sitting. harry walked in, and when everyone saw the badge, they stood up. harry raised an eyebrow.

"Harry, mate, why didn't you tell us before?" That was Ron.

"I didn't know." Was Harry's reply. Harry sat down and so did everyone else.

"I guess this is why I wasn't a prefect before." Harry started. Hermione raised her face guiltily.

"No, Harry, it wasn't that."

Harry raised his gaze from the table to her face. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"You knew all along why I wasn't a prefect?" Harry started angrily, "Then why, did my best friends never tell me?" Harry was shouting now.

"Because there is a jinx on the post of a prefect. Dumbledore has worked for years to try and get the jinx off, but he's never suceeded."

Harry's face twisted.

"So, Hermione, why did you never tell me, and what is the jinx?"

"Well, you see, there is a curse on a particular prefect of whomever the jinx maker requires there to be. The jinx maker can do anything with this person, incliuding killing them. Dumbledore wasn't prepared to take that risk with you. It happened last time over 10 years ago. I never told you because I found out yesterday."

Harry stood up.

"I'm going back."

Hermione turned her face the other way, when Harry sat down again.

"I BET YOU KNEW ALL ALONG! ME, WHO SAVED YOU IN THE LAKE, ME, YES, ME, AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME! I'M SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR FRIEND!" Harry shouted.

"Harry..."

"OH YOU CAN "Harry" ME ALL YOU LIKE, BUT I DON'T BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T KNOW! I KNOW YOU READ IT! BECAUSE SIMPLY I CAN READ OVER YOUR SHOULDER VERY WELL. I SAW YOU READING IT! AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME, BUT YOU TOLD RON, DIDN'T YOU?"

"Harry, it's not like that. I'm sorry."

"DON'T SAY THAT! THAT'S PERFECLY HOW IT WAS! AND I KNOW IT, TOO!"

Harry stood up and strode out of the cabin. He went back to his cabin, where Dumbledore was sitting, waiting for him.

"Harry, you have a perfect right to be angry with Miss Granger, but, I'm afraid it was not a time to bring it up between you."

"Sir, I didn't bring anything up, I just said I guess this is why..."

"Harry, I'm sorry, I didn't understand. I thought you brought it up between yourselves."

"No, she did."

Dumbledore nodded.

"She should have told you Harry, but there are somethings I need to tell you myself. This year, a new curse has been formed. It defends one from an unforgivabe curse. But, a strange thing has happened since this curse has been formed. The killing curse..."

A loud bang took the train by suprise. Dumbledore strode out of the door to see Proffessor McGonagall also striding down the corridor from her cabin.

"Albus?" She stared, completely in shock. The teachers next door had been playing a rather large game of exploding snap.

Harry walked out of the train. his head held high, and Dumbledore followed. A large murmur arose from the crowd.

"It's Dumbledore!"

"It can't be! I mean, he's dead!"

"See, I told you all along he wasn't dead!"

Dumbledore walked into a carriage, and Harry followed him. He had learnt that in the train. Harry leant back in the carriage, and sighed. He was Head Boy, and there were just two, no, three things he could wish for now. His mum, Sirius and his dad. Not much else mattered now, now that he'd just lost one of his best mates, and probably Ron aswell. However, he saw Ron walking down the corridor, by himself. Ron ran over to him.

"Harry," Ron's voice sounded dry and husky. "She dumped me. She said it was because I was prepared to be your mate while she wasn't."

Harry sighed.

"Well, I don't blame her for not wanting to be my friend. I did just have a go at her."

"That was her argument. I said you had a good reason and she dumped me." Harry looked at Ron. His face was twisted and red from crying. Then, Hermione rushed around the corner, and straight into Harry's arms.

"I'm sorry Harry."

She turned to Ron. "I'm sorry Ron, too." She fell into Ron's arms, and kissed him.