"I'm head boy?" Harry asked himself out loud, with a look of utmost confusion on his face. "There must be a mistake. I can't be head boy, I wasn't even a prefect. McGonagall must have sent this to me by mistake."
"But the badge has your name on it Harry, it has to be for you," Hermione said, looking down at the badge. It was true. On the very top it said 'Head Boy' in shiny silver letters. Below that was a picture of the Hogwarts emblem. And right underneath that were more shiny silver letters that said 'Harry Potter.' It was impossible! Harry? Head boy? They just don't fit together.
When
Harry finally decided that McGonagall didn't make a mistake, they
all headed back toward the Burrow where they saw Mrs. Weasley was
cooking supper: chicken, steamed carrots, mashed potatoes, and a loaf
of bread and butter. The mixture smelled as though they were
standing back in the Great Hall at Hogwarts, just before a feast.
"We'll need to go to Diagon Alley first thing tomorrow morning.
The train leaves in two days, so I want all of you packed and ready
to go for tomorrow, "Mrs. Weasley said, with a hint of stress in
her voice, as she cut up carrots and placed them in a pot.
They
all sat around the table, and were waiting for Mrs. Weasley to put
everything on it when they heard a knock on the door. "Could you
get the door Ron?" asked Mrs. Weasley with a large pot of potatoes
in her hands. Ron stood up, and slowly headed for the front door.
Mrs. Weasley set the bowl of potatoes on the table, and went back to
get the carrots.
Ron came back in the kitchen, "It's Snape, and he wants to talk to Harry, he said, sitting back down. Harry and Hermione exchanged looks of nervousness before the stood up. They walked toward the door, and Hermione stood far to the left of the door so Snape wouldn't see her. Harry opened the door, and sure enough, Snape was standing there.
"Hello Harry. I have just come to give you a very severe warning. Voldemort is after you, and he wants to raid the Hogwarts Express to find you. You are in grave danger Harry. I have talked to an old friend of mine, and he was kind enough to agree to take you to Hogwarts. His name is Armus, and he will be waiting for you at your Aunt and Uncle's house. Whether you will listen to me or not is up to you. And I understand if you don't believe me, but I am warning you Harry. You go on that train, and you might end up dead," Snape stopped talking for a little bit to catch his breath. Harry noticed at this point that he had a large cut on his arm, "So, with that, I must go. I have to get back to Hogwarts," Snape finished up his warning, and put a rather wicked smile on his face. He turned around, and with a crack like a whip, and the smell of old socks, Snape disappeared.
"I don't know if I really trust him Hermione. He looked like he was telling the truth, but after he killed Dumbledore, I haven't exactly seen a good side of him," Harry said with a slight look of sickness. In fact, he has never seen a good side of Snape. He was always making up excuses to take points from Gryffindor.
Harry stayed awake all night, thinking about whether or not he should listen to Snape.