It was dinner time in the Great Hall, and Harry was confused. Well not confused per se, but more like pleasantly interested. Staring questioningly into his soup he asked, half to himself:
"Why were the Mauraders an Era?" Looking up from his dinner, he noticed Hermione staring at him, mouth open. Ron was getting in some extra Quidditch practice, so he wasn't there, Neville was with Luna and some of their house mates were studying, so it was just Harry and Hermione, and a few other Gryffs.
"I was just wondering, because it's not really an era, just a point in time when our parents went to Hogwarts"
"Harry…Are you Ok?"
"Yes, why?"
"You're being…..logical" Silence swept through the room, and heads turned towards their table, including Slytherins.
"Harry Potter?"
"Making sense?"
"I thought he was stupid"
"Did they check to see if he took a potion?"
"Maybe he was hexed"
"Maybe…."
Harry listened to the whispers. Am I really thought of as that stupid? I wonder if I have been hexed…maybe Malfoy…
"Malfoy!"
"Oh thank God, he was just hexed"