Hi guys! I'm so sorry this chapter is shorter than usual, I just though I'd better post something, and I feel like this chapter has a good ending. Anyway, I would appreciate it very much if someone would, I don't know, quite possibly review? Yeah, a review would be nice. That way I would know people were actually reading, and would try to put out new chapters faster. Especially since I have a really fun idea for both an Avengers story and a Sherlock story. So, yeah. Enjoy la chapter!
Rory didn't like how Harry was acting. For some reason, something about the boy just seemed… Off. Unfortunately (and this wasn't the Doctor's fault, not really) the TARDIS was using her psychic ability to block their memories of what happened in the Harry Potter books after book 4. It was getting quite frustrating, especially considering they were some of his favorite books of all time.
When the Great Hall was dismissed to go up to their dormitories, Harry was gone in a flash. He obviously wanted to avoid all interaction he could with other students, and Rory could understand why. They were all giving Harry looks of either fear or hate. Why, when the first years had walked by, all Harry had done was smile kindly at them and some of them had immediately cowered away.
Amy grabbed his hand and yanked him up. They were following the Doctor and River back up to the dormitory. He could hear the two of them arguing about who-knew-what, though he often heard the word, "Sweetie" "TARDIS," and "Shut up!"
Amy's hand was entwined in his own, and she was chatting good-naturedly with Ron. They walked up the staircases, jumping over the trick step that disappeared, and strolled through the hallways, getting many, "Hello,"s, and "How do you do?"s from the moving pictures. They made it to the portrait of the Fat Lady, and Hermione, who had lead the First Years, said the password loud enough so the entire crowd could hear it and use it later on. They walked through the portrait hole as the painting swung open and into the warm, crowded common room.
Already gathered around the table were Fred and George and their posse, the twins displaying their fine workmanship that were the pranking tools. The Doctor stood right next to a black boy, who the girl next to him called "Lee" and began inspecting a box of Nosebleed Nuggets. Rory smirked slightly at this. He then tried to stifle a yawn, realizing it had been a very long day.
He pecked Amy lightly on the cheek before saying, "I'm going to head up to bed. Who knows how early the Doctor will wake us up in the morning," Amy nodded, kissing him in response before running over to the Doctor who had opened one of the unlabeled boxes on the table.
Rory headed towards the staircase and slowly made his way up, the noise from the common room finally starting to fade as he pushed open a door at the top labeled "Fifth Year."
"-believes the Daily Prophet?" He Harry say as he entered the Dormitory. Inside were three boys, Harry and two others. "She thinks I'm a liar and Dumbledore's an old fool?"
"Yeah, something like that," one of the other boys, the one with a Scottish accent, said as he looked up from where his clothes were folded on his bed. Ron recognized the two boys immediately, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan.
Harry made a low growl, somewhere between distressed and angry, and climbed onto his bed, ferociously pulling the hangings closed around him.
"Look," Seamus ventured on quietly, "What did happen that night when… You know, when… With Cedric Diggory and all?" Dean and Ron froze, both realizing this probably struck a chord with Harry.
"What're you asking me for?" Harry retorted, "Just read the Daily Prophet like your mother, why don't you? That'll tell you all that you need to know."
"Don't you have a go at my mother!" Snapped Seamus.
"I'll have a go at anyone who calls me a liar!" Harry replied.
"Back off, Harry," Rory said, moving towards the bed with the curtains drawn. "You can't just talk to people like that!"
"I'll talk to people however I want!" Harry said, and Rory could tell his temper was rising fast, especially when he threw back the curtains and snatched his wand off the bedside table. "If anyone's got a problem sharing a dormitory with me, go and ask McGonagall if you can be moved, stop your mummy worrying -"
"Leave my mother out of this, Potter!"
"What's going on?" A voice shouted from the entryway as Ron appeared. His wide eyes traveled from Harry, who was kneeling on his bed with his wand pointing at Seamus, to Seamus, who was standing there with his fists raised.
"He's having a go at my mother!" Seamus yelled.
"What?" Ron said, "Harry wouldn't do that - we met your mother and like her…."
"That's before she started believing every word the stinking Daily Prophet writes about me!" Said Harry at the top of his voice.
"Oh," Ron said, comprehension dawning on his face. Rory walked towards the redhead and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. This was a tense and stressful situation, after all.
"You know what?" Seamus said heatedly, casting Harry a venomous look, "He's right, I don't want to share a dormitory with him anymore, he's a madman!"
"That's out of order, Seamus," said Ron who's ears were starting to glow red, always a dangerous sign.
"Out of order, am I?" Shouted Seamus, who in contrast with Ron was turning paler. "You believe all the rubbish he's come out with about You-Know-Who, do you, you reckon he's telling the truth?"
"Yeah I do!" Ron replied angrily.
"Then you're mad too!" Seamus said in disgust.
"Yeah? Well unfortunately for you, pal, I'm also a prefect!" Ron said as he jabbed himself in the chest with a finger. "So unless you want detention, watch your mouth!"
Seamus looked for a few seconds as though detention would be a reasonable price to pay to say what was going through his mind; but with a noise of contempt he turned around and threw himself onto his bed, drawing the curtains around him.
Ron let out a sigh, and at the same time a pair of rushed footsteps were heard. The Doctor burst into the dormitory, robes gone, bow tie undone, and a huge smile on his face.
"Did someone say madman?" He asked.