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Adult +
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4
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1,950
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3
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chapter 3
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September first rolled round all too quickly for Harry. His new found freedom was definitely not something he was willing to give up.
Travelling to Kings Cross in a muggle taxi had been a lot easier, though a lot more expensive, then Harry had anticipated and because Hedwig had flown on ahead to Hogwarts, Harry only had his new trunk to deal with.
Getting to platform 9 ¾ with little under a minute to spare, Harry left his trunk with the other ones and went to find an empty compartment. There was no way he was going to act as if nothing had happened between him and his friends (although when Harry thought about it, it hadn’t, them ignoring him and all) in his mind, they obviously weren’t the friends he thought they were. Finding an empty compartment, Harry slid inside and quickly locked the sliding door. Sitting with a sigh he pulled out a muggle novel and began to read.
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No one tried to bother Harry on the train. Many noticed their savoir was alone and that the door was locked but nothing was done about it. No one bothered him in the carriages up to the castle either. Sharing with some second years, Harry couldn’t help by wonder why. He had expected some sort of reactions from Ron and Hermione, but he hadn’t even seen them. Arriving at Hogwarts Harry kept an eye out for his former friends. He didn’t know why but he had an awfully bad feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. Thinking that the years of Divination had finally gotten to him he shook it off and took a seat by Neville and Seamus.
“Hey Neville, Seamus. How are you guys?”
Looking around Harry noticed many people shooting him weird looks but put it down to his new look.
“Um.. Hi Harry. A-are you o-okay?”
Puzzled Harry looked at the stuttering Neville but before he could ask, Dumbledore called attention.
“Welcome back to yet another year here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Before I start the sorting this year I have some sad, sad news”.
Watching the aging Wizard with interest, Harry didn’t see the many looks directed his way.
“As you all know, Voldemort and his followers have been attacking Wizarding and muggle families over the summer. These terrible attacks affect us all greatly. The last family to fall were well known to all here at Hogwarts, and their deaths will not be in vain. Let us all please raise our Goblets in tribute to this brilliant family, who stood for what they believed in and never strayed from the truth. Id like you all to please raise your goblets, to the Weasleys”
Frozen in his seat, Harry could do little but look wildly around the Great Hall. He couldn’t see even one head of flaming bright red Weasley hair.
“No…”
Shaking his head Harry rose shakily to his feet.
“No.. no…”
“H-Harry mate? Um..”
Ignoring Neville, Harry stared at his ancient headmaster, trying desperately to find even a hint of a lie hidden in those ocean blue eyes.
“NO!”
Running from the Great Hall, Harry broke down in front of the lake. Mr and Mrs Weasley, Percy, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Ginny, Ron. All dead. Killed by the man HE had to MURDER. All the pain Harry had suffered by his parents, Cedricks and Sirius deaths crashed down around him again ten fold. Dead. They were all dead.
Scrambling around in his pockets, Harry managed to find the pocket knife he had bought whilst in muggle London. Digging it harshly into his wrist he dragged it quickly up to his elbow. Great heaving sobs racked his slight frame as his blood ran quickly into the grass. They were the only family he had ever known, and now they were gone. Murdered for knowing him. Dragging himself to his knees Harry stared down at his arm and the puddle of blood surrounding it. The deep vertical gash from his wrist to elbow was still bleeding profusely but it looked like he had missed the vein. Wrapping it up in his cloak he curled up into a ball. He couldn’t face going back to the castle now. How could he survive without Ron’s snoring, or Ginny’s giggling at lunch?
Dimly Harry realized that they never had the chance to write to him over the summer. He should have known something was wrong. It was his fault.
As morning approached, Harry awoke to find himself still painfully curled up by the lake. Shaking from the cold and dizzy from the blood loss he slowly dragged his painfully weary body back up to the Griffindore Tower. Only just realizing that the Fat Lady had let him in without a password Harry stumbled into his dorm, only for the sobs to return at the sight of Ron’s empty bed. He couldn’t believe it, he simply couldn’t. His parents, Cedrick, Sirius, the Weasleys, all dead. 13 good people, dead, and probably countless others he didn’t know about. Collapsing onto his bed Harry let his tears overwhelm him. Falling into a fit-full half sleep as his remaining dorm mates awoke.
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Whispers of the Weasley family deaths flew around the castle even though everyone had already known of the families fate. It had been covered in the Prophet. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had had the family kidnapped at the beginning of the summer. No demands had been made by the death eaters and soon the Dark Lords intentions had been made all too clear.
The mangled remains of the Weasleys had been found 1 by 1 over the summer. Each had been tortured and all had died by the fateful killing curse. It was a message. All who stood with Harry Potter would meet this horrendous end.
Harry Potter was once again the highlight of Hogwarts gossip. This time however, the gossip wasn’t about which girls liked him and who he spoke to. Now people wanted to know where their savoir was. After 3 days the Boy-Who-Lived had still yet to leave his dorm. Whispers of him being dead or Dark spread like wildfire. False ‘sightings’ popped up all over the castle. But the biggest question on the student bodies mind was ‘Why has nothing been done?’
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Headmaster Dumbledore was getting old. Even he had to admit it. The big game of chess called life was getting just a bit too strategic for his liking. Popping a lemon drop into his mouth he stroked his phoenix, Fawks.
Thinking back to the feast, Dumbledore realized that keeping his friends deaths a secret from Harry had been a very bad idea. He had hoped Harry would have taken the news somewhat better, being in the Great Hall and in front of everyone and all, but obviously not.
Much to the staffs dislike he had ordered for the boy to be left alone. He was grieving and hopefully the death of his surrogate family would reinforce his hate of Voldemort and make his job a lot easier.
Sighing gain Dumbledore wondered whether or not to tell him of Miss Granger..
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September first rolled round all too quickly for Harry. His new found freedom was definitely not something he was willing to give up.
Travelling to Kings Cross in a muggle taxi had been a lot easier, though a lot more expensive, then Harry had anticipated and because Hedwig had flown on ahead to Hogwarts, Harry only had his new trunk to deal with.
Getting to platform 9 ¾ with little under a minute to spare, Harry left his trunk with the other ones and went to find an empty compartment. There was no way he was going to act as if nothing had happened between him and his friends (although when Harry thought about it, it hadn’t, them ignoring him and all) in his mind, they obviously weren’t the friends he thought they were. Finding an empty compartment, Harry slid inside and quickly locked the sliding door. Sitting with a sigh he pulled out a muggle novel and began to read.
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No one tried to bother Harry on the train. Many noticed their savoir was alone and that the door was locked but nothing was done about it. No one bothered him in the carriages up to the castle either. Sharing with some second years, Harry couldn’t help by wonder why. He had expected some sort of reactions from Ron and Hermione, but he hadn’t even seen them. Arriving at Hogwarts Harry kept an eye out for his former friends. He didn’t know why but he had an awfully bad feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. Thinking that the years of Divination had finally gotten to him he shook it off and took a seat by Neville and Seamus.
“Hey Neville, Seamus. How are you guys?”
Looking around Harry noticed many people shooting him weird looks but put it down to his new look.
“Um.. Hi Harry. A-are you o-okay?”
Puzzled Harry looked at the stuttering Neville but before he could ask, Dumbledore called attention.
“Welcome back to yet another year here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Before I start the sorting this year I have some sad, sad news”.
Watching the aging Wizard with interest, Harry didn’t see the many looks directed his way.
“As you all know, Voldemort and his followers have been attacking Wizarding and muggle families over the summer. These terrible attacks affect us all greatly. The last family to fall were well known to all here at Hogwarts, and their deaths will not be in vain. Let us all please raise our Goblets in tribute to this brilliant family, who stood for what they believed in and never strayed from the truth. Id like you all to please raise your goblets, to the Weasleys”
Frozen in his seat, Harry could do little but look wildly around the Great Hall. He couldn’t see even one head of flaming bright red Weasley hair.
“No…”
Shaking his head Harry rose shakily to his feet.
“No.. no…”
“H-Harry mate? Um..”
Ignoring Neville, Harry stared at his ancient headmaster, trying desperately to find even a hint of a lie hidden in those ocean blue eyes.
“NO!”
Running from the Great Hall, Harry broke down in front of the lake. Mr and Mrs Weasley, Percy, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Ginny, Ron. All dead. Killed by the man HE had to MURDER. All the pain Harry had suffered by his parents, Cedricks and Sirius deaths crashed down around him again ten fold. Dead. They were all dead.
Scrambling around in his pockets, Harry managed to find the pocket knife he had bought whilst in muggle London. Digging it harshly into his wrist he dragged it quickly up to his elbow. Great heaving sobs racked his slight frame as his blood ran quickly into the grass. They were the only family he had ever known, and now they were gone. Murdered for knowing him. Dragging himself to his knees Harry stared down at his arm and the puddle of blood surrounding it. The deep vertical gash from his wrist to elbow was still bleeding profusely but it looked like he had missed the vein. Wrapping it up in his cloak he curled up into a ball. He couldn’t face going back to the castle now. How could he survive without Ron’s snoring, or Ginny’s giggling at lunch?
Dimly Harry realized that they never had the chance to write to him over the summer. He should have known something was wrong. It was his fault.
As morning approached, Harry awoke to find himself still painfully curled up by the lake. Shaking from the cold and dizzy from the blood loss he slowly dragged his painfully weary body back up to the Griffindore Tower. Only just realizing that the Fat Lady had let him in without a password Harry stumbled into his dorm, only for the sobs to return at the sight of Ron’s empty bed. He couldn’t believe it, he simply couldn’t. His parents, Cedrick, Sirius, the Weasleys, all dead. 13 good people, dead, and probably countless others he didn’t know about. Collapsing onto his bed Harry let his tears overwhelm him. Falling into a fit-full half sleep as his remaining dorm mates awoke.
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Whispers of the Weasley family deaths flew around the castle even though everyone had already known of the families fate. It had been covered in the Prophet. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had had the family kidnapped at the beginning of the summer. No demands had been made by the death eaters and soon the Dark Lords intentions had been made all too clear.
The mangled remains of the Weasleys had been found 1 by 1 over the summer. Each had been tortured and all had died by the fateful killing curse. It was a message. All who stood with Harry Potter would meet this horrendous end.
Harry Potter was once again the highlight of Hogwarts gossip. This time however, the gossip wasn’t about which girls liked him and who he spoke to. Now people wanted to know where their savoir was. After 3 days the Boy-Who-Lived had still yet to leave his dorm. Whispers of him being dead or Dark spread like wildfire. False ‘sightings’ popped up all over the castle. But the biggest question on the student bodies mind was ‘Why has nothing been done?’
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Headmaster Dumbledore was getting old. Even he had to admit it. The big game of chess called life was getting just a bit too strategic for his liking. Popping a lemon drop into his mouth he stroked his phoenix, Fawks.
Thinking back to the feast, Dumbledore realized that keeping his friends deaths a secret from Harry had been a very bad idea. He had hoped Harry would have taken the news somewhat better, being in the Great Hall and in front of everyone and all, but obviously not.
Much to the staffs dislike he had ordered for the boy to be left alone. He was grieving and hopefully the death of his surrogate family would reinforce his hate of Voldemort and make his job a lot easier.
Sighing gain Dumbledore wondered whether or not to tell him of Miss Granger..
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