Draco remained quite haughty over the experience in Potions class. During dinner, he would make a sad face (frown and blubbering included) and labeling it as Harry's reaction to being skipped. Harry grew red-hot with fury and sourly ignored Malfoy.
"Why do you want to learn a Phoenix spell, 'mione?" Ron asked, looking over Hermione's shoulder at that very dinner. She was working away, trying to read the peculiar spell. She stopped and looked at Ron.
"I hardly know. I imagine it may come in useful, a lady's intuition." She seemed satisfied with her answer and turned to her left, where Harry sat. Harry sat with the saddest green eyes you could imagine. He did not cry, he simply tried to ignore all the talk and eat his food in peace. "What's the matter Harry?" Hermione said softly, touching his shoulder. He looked up and laughed mournfully (a sort of huffing laugh that sounded much like a sob but inevitably a laugh). Hermione didn't say much more on the topic and understood. Harry was having such a troubled time, after learning the news of Sirius Black from the professors who sat in Honeydukes. Harry regretted coming, but yet he didn't. Then England ignoring him, Draco teasing … It was a dreadful time, but Harry trudged through it. He was fuming mad now. He stood up, wishing desperately for his broom back.
How fortunate was it, the next day McGonagall gave his broom back and his smile brightened instantly. Quidditch practice was a darling with the swift, fast broom. Oh! What a doll it was, flowing so smoothly, that dashing Firebolt. The cup was easy to take. He screamed "expect o patronum!" at the dementors (who were really just Draco and his posse). His days took such joy in those few days.
But then Scabbers ran away.
You all know the story, how Crookshanks touched the root, how they entered in, Ron's leg breaking and Sirius swiping their wands.
Sirius was fuming in anger, ready to grab that rat and Remus, who had hugged him dearly and was so relieved, told Harry and the others the story. Snape enters the scene, pointing his wand. They save Sirius and Buckbeak in their heroic manner and soon it was time to head back home.
England seemed to have vanished in this time frame.
Indeed a short chapter this was, but I will lengthen the next few to make up for this. I just thought I would flit through this last part, since the bigger part of this story takes place during the fourth year. Again, my dearest apologies. The other chapters will not be like this
