Madam Pomfrey bent over Harry and sighed a deep sigh of relief. "You scared us half to death, Mr. Potter. When Ms. Granger hit you with that stunning spell you hit the ground hard. You broke your arm, and a few ribbs. That I can mend, though"
Harry sat up with a pain shooting through his body." No, dear, dont sit up"
The red engine slowed to a stop and two cloaked figures got out. Molder sighed.
Scully stepped on his foot and elbowed his ribs. Molder stiffled a cry and doubled over. They walked over to a large man in a moleskin coat, who looked as though he were waiting for something. "Welcome ter 'Ogwarts. Me name is Hagrid."
The man called Hagrid eyed Molder suspiously. Molder shifted nervously in his shoes.
Professer Dumbldore walked briskly towards the Entrance Hall. Students moved out of his way quickly so as not to get hurt. Dumbldore's great, white beard swayed back and forth, his half moon glasses askew. Hermione Granger jogged beside him, talking through breaths. "Ministery...Officals...here? Professer whats...going...on?" Dumbldore stopped suddenly. Hermione ran into him and fell over.
"I dont know, Ms. Granger, I dont know. Oh, would you like some help up"
" Molder, do you see anything?" whispered Scully under her breath. Molder looked nervous, but said nothing. Scully glanced at him with a reproachfull look.
The carriges slid slowly toward the Hogwarts castle.
When Harry got to the mess hall the morning after his brutal joke on Hermione and was suprised to see noone there. Professer Flitwick was bustling about in the hall.
He gave a little yelp of pain as he fell from a ladder. He lay there motionless as Harry yelled hopelessly for help. He ran to Flitwick and tried to shake him awake.
Molder looked up at the great castle and sighed. Hagrid lead them to the Entrance Hall where they were greeted by a blast of childrens voices saying,"WELCOME"
Molder smiled brightly at the alignment of students. Scully glared at them. "I told you so, Molder. There are witches and wizards"
" I know," said Molder with a dreamy sounding voice. Scully looked at Molder and rolled her eyes.
"Molder sometimes you just...ugh...you...you're...are you sure you never heard of this place"
Molder looked fearfully at her and then shook his head violently.
Harry Potter raced to the Entrance Hall after escorting Flitwick to the Hospital Wing. He was almost knocked off his feet by the cheering and the loud welcome that greeted him. No, not him...Two Ministry of magic officals who looked like they were comletely lost. Or at least one of them did. The other looked right at home.
What was his name. Harry was sure he had seem them both before he just couldnt put his finger on it.
Molder was shown to the Gryfindor common room where he would stay in the top dormitory with Seamus, Harry, Ron,Neville, and Dean. They bugged and pestered him about the Ministry and such.
Scully was sent to the Hufflepuff girls dorm. They were too happy. It scared Scully out of her witts. Why didnt they just give her her own room? May be, just maybe, Dumbledore knew. No, that couldnt happen. In the mean time she needed to talk to Molder.
Harry Potter questioned Molder till lights out. He was sure he had seen him somewhere before. He also had to figure out how to make amends with Hermione. She was one of his best friends and he shattered that with a heartless joke. Ya know Harry, said a voice in his head, shes not going to forgive you for this. 'Shutup' said Harry to the voice. No matter how hard you try you cannot get rid of me. I am your concience. And I know who you like. So there. Now you have to listen to me.
'I hate you' Oh, dont I know it.
Molder talked till lights out to Harry and lay on his bunk. 'Finally', he thought,' I'm finally away form Scully. I thought I was attached to my work. I'm usally the one who believes in these things. Not her, but I knew it was true from the start. I knew because I'm a wizard'
The final thought was cut off as one of the boys fell off their bed, writhing with pain. Molder was on his feet in a heart beat and ran over to the boy. Molder saw that it was the boy named Harry Potter and saw that he was in agony. The other boys woke with a start. " Get your Head of House! Quick!" Dean ran to the door as McGonigal burst in as Dean reached for the handle. Dean jumped abck with a start as McGonigal ran towards Harry and Molder. " Fox, please get the Head Master. Dean...Oh, I'm sorry. Will you go to Hufflepuff and try to get Ms.Scully? Thank you. Ron, go get Madame Pomfrey"
Harry Potter fell asleep after a long battle with his defiant conciecnce. He had a dream. He was standing on the goal post of one of the Quiditch Posts. He looked around trying to find his Firebolt. With his broom no where to be found he scaned the field for something that could help him down. He saw a figure, standing, it seemed, in midair. Harry rubbed his eyes and looked ahrder at this figure. But he did not need to.The figure now stood in front of him it's red eyes gleaming form under it's flowing black cloak. Lord Voldemort. Harry screamed and leapt back, only to remember he was in midair. Falling falling falling falling falling.
Molder ran down the corridors. His black-brown hair flowing behind him as he racked his brain, trying to find the Head Master's quarters.
'This is useless', he thought,' I do not know where UMF!' Molder ran head long into Profeser Dumledore. " Fox, what ever is wrong. Oh, would like a hand up?" Molder shook his head as he got to his feet.
" Professer Dumbledore,sir, Harry Potter..he...something is wrong with him"
No sooner had Molder said 'Harry Potter' that the Head Master snapped into action, running down the corridor.
Harry Potter woke with his scar aching. He fumbled around for his glasses. A gentle hand push him down and voices soothing him. "What happened?" he tried to say. But the words would not come out. "Harry," said a voice that sounded alot like the HeadMasters."Harry lie back for abit. You are ill and need your rest." Harry, to tired to argue, lay back and relaxed as he racked his brain, searching for clues on what happened. He found nothing but the black of dreamless sleep.
Scully walked swiftly along side the boy named Dean,who though very vague on the details, had mentioned Molder. She jumped up with incredable speed and ran to follow the boy who had started off at a slow jog to get away form her. Well, shee gave him a good scolding on respecting your elders and so on and so forth. If Molder let their secret slip, if word got out...Well, if Molder did do that theyd both be dead. She knew Molder wouldnt.
Hermione walked into the hospital wing to where Harry lay. Oh she felt so terrible, she had Stunned him. She had yelled at him, threatining to hex him, causing him to take the wand. This was her fault and she knew it. Harry woke and looked at Hermione. He smiled weakly ad shook his head as if he had read his thoughts. "Hes gaining more power," he said with a faint laugh." Occlumency would really do me well now. I just quit last year. I didnt even try." Harry took a deep breath and smiled at Hermione." Hermione, I like you, and not just as a friend. Hermione, next Hogsmeade trip...would you go with me...on...a" Harry's voice trailed off and Hermione burst into tears. "Yes, Harry, I will go on a date with you"
Harry smiled and fell back into a deep sleep. Hermione slipped into a chair beside his bed and hugged him.