Chapter 3: Suspicions
As Harry stuffed himself with more food than he ever had all summer, Dumbledore stood up.
"Welcome back to another year of magical education! We hope that this year, we may once again fill your now emptied heads with new information. Mr. Filch has a reminder, or rather, several reminders for us that can be viewed in his office."
"As we all know, the Dark Lord Voldemort is once again up and about," and like magic, silence was upon all. "I must urge you to constantly follow our school rules & regulations, because as always, safety is our priority. Our school's protections have been fortified, and I beg you not to put them to the test."
Dumbledore peered around the Great Hall through his half-moon spectacles. "But for now, I know that you are all as tired as you are stuffed. Everybody, pip pip!"
Harry noticed Ron slip a pill into his mouth as the screeching sound of benches signaled the long line out.
"Ouch!"
"Sorry I wasn't looking...oh, hi Lavender!" said Harry whom he observed was wrapped close to fellow Gryffindor Parvati Patil.
Several thoughts were sprouting in his head as he walked towards Gryffindor Tower. When he arrived to their eternally comfortable dormitory which now held the sign, 'Sixth Years,' he saw Dean & Seamus reading on their beds. Shutting the door, they looked up abruptly and hid what they were reading behind them.
"Hey there, Harry," they said simultaneously.
Miffed, he replied, "Uhh...hi."
With that, he undressed and lay down, unbothered by the many events of the day as sleep swallowed him in. That night, he did not go back to the garden.