Chapter two is finally here! Please Review!
Well that had shut the class up. All eyes were now focused on him, even the Slytherin's. Many mouths hung open, especially the one of Draco Malfoy who had been thoroughly silenced. The silence seemed to stretch onwards, many people unable to form words. After all who is able to say that a childhood friend deserved death? At age 13 no less? Harry however seemed unaware of the growing tension and just continued to stroke the thestral next to him. A few times his eyes would dart up and search the class, focus on Hagrid for a minute and ten dart back to the creature.
The third time he did this however he let his eyes stay on Hagrid. 'Are we going to be learning about the thestrals then?' The words flowed from his lips easily and were laced with boredom and just a hint of curiosity. They did the trick though as the giant of a man coughed once, twice and carried on with the lesson. Many eyes lingered on Harry but a sharp look changed that.
Hagrid's lecture droned on as he described what a thestral looked like for those who could not see one. The class carried on this way until the practical part. Usually here the volume would pick up and there would be the excited bustle of students trying to have fun. Today the mood was somber, made that way by the student's losses and Harry's revelation.
The golden trio were in the corner of the paddock, a trough of meat between them, exchanging looks. The task was to feed the thestrals, or at least try to. Harry was easily doing this, throwing the meat to where the thestral stood. Hermione was throwing the meat haphazardly, trying to judge where the animal was based on the tracks it was leaving. It mostly worked. Ron wasn't doing so well, he was just throwing the meat over his shoulder, not caring in the least.
Their silence stretched on until Hermione asked the question that was on everyone's mind. 'What did you mean she deserved it Harry?' At this Harry broke eye contact with the creature a look of mild surprise on his face. 'What?' he asked. 'I asked,' Hermione said gaining confidence 'What did you mean when you said she deserved it?' the question was simple enough. She smiled reassuringly at Harry. 'Well I wasn't going to tell them I could see them.' Harry blinked. Ron looked a little guilty but not enough to stop him adding his two cents. 'Yeah mate but you said she deserved it. Who could deserve to die at age nine? I mean Voldemort, yeah, but…' he trailed off looking expectant. 'I didn't want them to start asking questions and playing sympathy. I had to shut them up somehow.' It took a moment but Ron gave him a satisfied look. Hermione looked doubtful but thankfully didn't say anything more on the subject.
With Harry there were dark spots she had concluded; little acts that didn't quite fit. There was the infinite mystery of his home life, the odd occurrence whenever someone asks about it. What also struck her as odd was his fighting skill. It was quite developed but didn't seem to fit any style, it was all spontaneous and impossible to see coming. Harry was smaller than most and didn't have much weight or muscle behind him, it was strange that he could beat Malfoy who was superior in many ways.
She put it out of her mind, the lesson was nearly over. Potions was next and she needed to mentally steel herself against the coming insults of her professor. It wasn't that he insulted her personally either, it was Harry he insulted. Harry was never bothered though, even when Snape talked about his parents. When he was asked why he had said 'I didn't know them so what good will it do?' and walked on.
Sopart two! I kow it was shorter but I hope it was good! Feel free to give input or criticize.