Alright! Chapter 4 is finally here! It took me a little while to while to write it, but it's finally here! Hope you enjoy! Dont forget to review (please!)
Disclaimer: I dont own Harry Potter - but I do own the name-unvelied-at-this-point girl
In the last chapter, we left off where George and Fred had just laid another prank..(at first I was going to target the Slytherin Quidditch Team, but I later changed my mind. So here you go:
I walked along behind Fred, to our first class of the day: Potions. We were a couple seconds behind everyone, as planned. Looking around, I tried to remember everyone's names, trying to figure out who the locket belonged to. 'It has to be a girl,' I thought, 'Guys normally don't wear lockets – especially not with a letter encased in that font.'
"Ready?" Fred asked me silently, as we made our way down the stairs to the dungeon, where the Potions room was. I nodded, pushing my thoughts aside, and followed. We were among the last to arrive, and Professor Snape was right behind them, as the neared the rest of the students.
"Enter." Everyone quickly entered the room behind Professor Snape, and Fred and I quickly got into our seats, and just waited for the fun to begin.
"5…4…3…2.." we counted softly together under our breaths, and then everything went began. As soon as Professor Snape stepped up to his desk and set down a vial of potion, cloud of chalk dust engulfed him; he stood there for a second, and everyone could see the hostility in his eyes. Then as he stepped down, he stepped in dragon slime and slipped, landing on his butt in front of the class. The Slytherins in the room made to go and help him, but as the approached, they too became trapped in a sticky, mud-like rubber. Those who managed to free themselves of that only got worse, as pellets of ink dropped. Everyone in the room was bursting in laughter, but soon quieted as Professor Snape stood up, managing to step over the rest of the dragon slime.
"WEASLEY'S!" he yelled," This is NO doubt your doing!" He strode to our table and slammed his hands onto the desk and looked each of us in the eyes looking back and forth between us.
"You will have detention with me for two months! Starting tonight at 5!" he seethed, and then yelled to the class," YOUR ASSIGNMENT IS ON THE BOARD- ITS DUE TOMORROW!" With that, he left, slamming the door behind him.
"One month?" Fred asked me, turning to look at me.
"That's all we get for all that work?" I asked him, turning to him.
"Meh," we said in unison," Totally worth it."
{At lunch}
"'s," Professor McGonagall said, walking up to us," Is it true about what you done to Severus' class?" We looked up at him, where he sat at the teachers' table, and found him glaring at us, with his eyes digging into us like daggers.
"If you mean the chalk-dust, dragon slime, ink pellets, and melted doxy eggs," I said, naming each thing we used.
"Yes," Fred and I said in unison, while all those around us just simply smiled; except Hermione, who looked a bit horrified. Professor McGonagall was livid, and just left us there, as she spun around and walked off.
"That was definitely a cold shoulder," Lee said, smiling," And a pretty awesome prank you two pulled."
"Thanks," we said in unison, smiling.
"You know that Professor McGonagall is probably writing to Mum right now," Ginny said," So – I'd expect a HowlMail soon." Fred and I were stone still, suddenly a tad bit worried. 'Maybe we stepped a little too far over the line with this one,' I thought, gulping softly,' I mean, sure – one month of detention with Snape might not be much…but Mum knows what to do to make us really sorry about what we do wrong.'
"George," Fred says, interrupting my thoughts.
"Yeah- I know, Mum's probably-"I begun, but he cut me off.
"No- that's not it," he said, then gestured with his head," Look." I looked in the direction he gestured, and was shocked. 'That girl!' I thought, instantly forgetting about what Mum might do to us. I watched as she made her way from the doorway up to Dumbledore; I noticed how she kept her eyes down the whole time, as though she was looking at her shoes or something on the floor. I kept my eyes on her the whole time, not caring if someone noticed, which no one probably cared, because as I kept my eyes on her, I happened to barely notice others watching her as well. As soon as she approached Dumbledore, I saw her head finally- though very slowly- lift up. His eyes twinkled, and he nodded, then she let her head fall back down, and she turned around. I couldn't help but watch her leave, my mind reeling with thoughts that I couldn't put into words yet. 'Wait!' I thought suddenly, and fished the locket out of my bag, 'Could this possibly belong to her?' I stared at it long and hard, and then decided it was time to have a chat with the one person who might know.
{Dumbledore's Office – right after the last class}
"Professor Dumbledore?" I called into his office, before I entered.
"Yes, come in ," he answered, and I wondered how he done that. I entered though, and came around to his desk.
"I have a couple questions," I told him.
"Would they have to deal with what happened in Serverus' class, or…" he said," With the girl who follows me?" 'Dang,' I thought, 'How did he do that?'
"It's about the girl," I admitted.
"I'm sorry," Dumbledore said sadly," But there isn't much I can discuss with you about her." I nodded, and then reached inside my cloak.
"I was wondering if this might belong to her," I said, and handed him the locket," I found it on the floor the other day." He softly took it and examined it; then he smiled, and nodded.
"Yes," he answered," I thank you for returning it. I shall give it to her when she comes back out of her state."
"What can you tell me about her?" I ask, desperately wanting to know at least something about her. Silently, I watched as Dumbledore studied me, and then he leaned forward, and gestured toward the seat.
"Please, sit ." I nodded, and sat down.
"What I tell you must never be repeated," He told me," Not even to Fred." I sat there for a couple seconds, and then nodded.
"Very well." 'I hate keeping things from Fred,' I thought,' but I need this information- no matter the cost.'
"Alright," Dumbledore said, and sat back in his seat, entwining his fingers," Her name is Elena Night. Her parents were killed when she was a baby, and her last remaining relative placed her on my doorstep when she was three years old – having given up on raising her himself. Her godparents were finally found, but they died shortly after – and we never had the chance to give her to them." 'Wow,' I thought,' Poor Elena.'
"It must be hard for her," I said.
"It is," Dumbledore nodded, and then continued," Elena is a very gifted child, but no one seems to care about her. Except me that is, which is why she follows me around. Her powers, though, scare her- which is why she chooses to hide herself from the world. But her future appears short lived, sadly, and she knows this. What she doesn't know- and that no one else realizes, is that if one person cares about her enough, and allows themselves to love her with all their heart, they might hold the power to save her." He looked at the clock and then back at me.
"It is getting late, and you have a detention to get to, am I right?"
"Crap!" I exclaim," Thank you for the information Professor – Sorry about the potions room." I rush out of his office and quickly walk off to the potions classroom. I enter as soon as the bell chimes, signaling it to be five-o-clock.
"Get to work," Professor Snape snaps, and I sit down without a word, and do as he told me. I peak up and see him looking at me with curiosity in his eyes, but then I look back down and continue on my work. I couldn't dare risk looking at Fred- I knew I had to keep this information to myself, and it was going to kill me keeping it from Fred, but I promised Dumbledore.