Chapter 18: Harry is What?
"Where's Hermione now?" Dumbledore asked.
"The library." McGonagall. Said.
"Did she say why she wanted to move into the upstairs room?"
"Not really. I overheard the other Gryffindors talking."
"And?"
"Albus, they think Harry is the Heir of Slytherin."
Dumbledore leaned forward in his chair. He couldn't believe what he just heard.
"Harry has done nothing wrong."
"I know this Albus." McGonagall threw her hands up in the air. "I don't like how they are talking about my son."
"Do you know who exactly is saying these things?"
"The Weasley twins."
Dumbledore and McGonagall looked over at the door. Hermione stood there with a book or two in her arms. Harry and Ron were with her.
"Come on Hermione. Fred and George are just having a laugh. They don't mean it." Ron said.
"Bet they are the only ones." Harry said.
Hermione rolled her eyes. She walked past her parents and up the stairs to the room.
