Monday, December 31, 2007
Continue story (I copy and paste from internet) – Chapter 23 - 'LOVE IS THE CLOSEST THING WE HAVE TO MAGIC'
CHAPTER 23
“Whoa Hermione, here use this.” Ginny handed her a wet tablecloth and Hermione wiped her face carefully checking her face in the back of her spoon. She looked completely a mess. Not her usual self.
“I’m going to go and take a walk.” Ginny nodded watching Hermione walk away from the table.
The next time Ginny saw Hermione was in lunch, where she dropped by quickly eating soup. It was weird but the owls came in circling the Hall mail in their beaks.
“Whoa look at that!” Neville said, gasping. Some Gryffindors looked up, noticing a flock of owls flying around looking for the right owners. “Aren’t they a bit late?” Neville said, looking at the ceiling. Ginny and Hermione and a couple of others looked up as well, nodding their heads, “That’s why the owls are late; they are usually in during breakfast.” He said.
“It’s the weather Neville, blew the poor birds of their routes.” Luna said. Dean nodded.
“Yeah she’s right. The weather is so bad, just looking at the ceiling you can tell. Hopefully the owls can safely travel throughout this week.” Dean said. Hermione didn’t notice a gray owl in front of her until it pecked her finger.
“The winds broke their routes.” Parvati said. Hermione didn’t notice a gray owl in front of her until it bit her on the finger.
“Ouch, d@mn owl.” The owl started pecking at the juicy sausages. Hermione got the mail out and put a sickle into its pouch. The owl hooted happily and flew away into the chilly weather. The owl hooted its approval and flew off. Hermione took the inside stuff out of the envelope quickly, opening up the newspaper. A small crowd gathered around her so she can read an article out of the Daily Prophet.
“The Daily Prophet, excellent.”
“Go on Hermione, read something. They’re bound to tell the truth now.” Seamus said. The tiny group huddled around about to listen to Hermione read aloud an article. But all Hermione did was gasp and knock down her goblet of pumpkin juice. With that she ran out the Great Hall in a hurry grabbing her stuff. Ginny instantly make the pumpkin juice disappear. Neville sighed, in relief.
“That was weird.” said Dean Thomas.
“Harry, Harry! Look at this. Have you seen this?” Hermione exclaimed loudly, gushing over the newspaper. Harry was in a Quidditch practice. He blew the whistle to signal time out.
“Take five.” He shouted. Caitlyn a sixth year, chaser, sighed happily getting off her Nimbus two thousand broomstick. Others summoned hot chocolate out of thin air drinking it carefully.
Harry glanced at the newspaper, his hands shaking. Ron flew by, hovering right over his shoulder. Hermione looked at both boys nervously, trying to figure out their expressions. Harry had a cup of hot chocolate in his hands, which fell from his hand and onto the ground. It sloshed all over his pants, and Hermione instantly turned the steaming hot liquid, into cold liquid. So then he couldn’t feel a thing and get burned onto his skin.
“He’s alive? Alive?” Harry whispered, collapsing onto thread. Ron’s blue eyes got huger.
“That’s what they say; I mean now they wouldn’t lie you know. The Daily Prophet has been telling the truth for a while now.’ Hermione babbled on but then went silent noticing Harry wasn’t listening.
“I’ll be back.” Harry said, than ran quickly to who knew where.
“Ron, mate, what happened with Potter?” A seventh year boy asked.
“Dunno. Needed to do something, I suppose. Listen guys, practice is shortened you guys can go now. We’ll have to reschedule later on this week.” Some players nodded and left, while others got their equipment and strolled off for a late lunch. Ron and Hermione walked back to the Great Hall.
“Good job Ron, you actually took charge.” Hermione said and Ron blushes a nice shade of red. There sitting was Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom.
“Hermione finally, tell us what happened!” Neville said. Hermione cleared her throat, about to the read the article.
“Just listen to this okay. Sirius Black, age 37, mass murderer who was convinced innocent two years ago is found to be alive. His whereabouts are currently unknown and furthermore no one knows such a thing. Wherever Mr. Black is the Ministry of Magic is sincerely apologetic of accusing him of been a murderer of twelve people. They hope when Mr. Black is found that he accepts this apology and gets an award for his bravery and courage in the Department of Mysteries two years ago. His fight was a brave one dueling with Deatheater Bellatrix Lestrange. Blah, blah, blah, He was a great one, good man, best man in the Potter’s wedding. Harry Potter’s godfather. Yeah that’s basically it.” Hermione looked up.
“So he’s alive?” Luna asked.
“I suppose he is I wonder who spotted him in the first place.” Ron said.
“Oh Ronald, there aren’t many animagis who are transforms into big black dogs called Snuffles.” Hermione said matter-of-factly. Everyone laughed at that one.
“Well if you put it as that…then I guess.” Ron said, clearly embarrassed at Hermione’s wittiness. Hermione smirked at him, holding his hand.
Harry didn’t show up for any of his afternoon classes. Ron and Hermione became very worried.
“It’s okay Hermione, relax.” Ron said, trying to comfort his girlfriend.
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