The Dark Castle

THE DARK CASTTLE

-CHAPTER FOUR-

During the ride Draco and Ron pretty much ignored each other.

Maybe it was for the best.

“Alright. First year’s sorted.”

“We can see that Ron!” Hermione said.

“I know you can see it.”

“Then why did you say it?”

“Because I...”

Harry let himself drift away from Ron and Hermiones usual arguments. They always had one. Even about the silliest things. That hadn’t changed. It probably never will.

I wonder where Damien is. Perhaps he is in the forest already. I don’t understand how the heck I’m going to sneak away every night to see him without anyone noticing.

“POTTER LOOK OUT!”

Harry looked up just in time to see a big eagle dive towards him. He ducked in a hurry. The big bird dropped a letter in his head and flew away. He looked up over the table. It was Draco that had warned him. He nodded his thanks to him. Draco nodded to let him know he understood.

He opened the letter.

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Hi Blaze,

Did Diver dive at you? He probably did. Sorry for that.

We’re trying to make him stop that habit. He was the only one I could

Find for the moment.

I’ll meet you at the edge of the Forbidden forest at midnight.

Love Damien,

Ps. Burn this letter.

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“Incendio,” he murmured.

The letter burned.

He didn’t meet anyone’s eyes when he began to eat.

“Who was that from?” Hermione whispered.

“It was nothing,” he said.

Hermione glared at him offended. He smiled slightly at her. She frowned and went back to her food.

Harry ate slowly so Ron and Hermione left before him. But Hermione remembered to give him the password to the tower.

Light Beam.

Atleast it wasn’t one of their usual idiot passes.

His eyes made contact with Snape. He instantly got a neutral face. Snape looked somewhat irritated. Harry’s eyes glittered in amusement.

“Mr Potter.”

He jumped when he heard his name being called out behind him.

“Yes sir?”

He looked at the new DADA teacher. Sor Wrigley. He was in the late 30:ies.

“Can I speak with you for a moment?”

“If you wish.”

“Follow me to my office.”

Harry was invited to sit down in a chair. Wrigley sat in a chair behind his desk.

“Do you recognise me?”

Harry raised an eyebrow.

“No sir. Should I?” he asked.

“I’m just testing your memory. Yes, you should recognise me Mr Potter. You ran headlong into me two days ago in Diagon Alley. And I happen to know that you weren’t supposed to be there at all. And certainly not alone.”

“Alright. I take it as you’re a friend of Albus?” he said in a tired voice.

“I’m a new order member. It’s my duty to report you. I hope you understand it’s nothing personally. It’s for your own safety,” he said sadly.

Harry damned himself. He had forgotten all about the incident when he ran into Sor and dropped his hood in the action. Ofcourse Sor had gotten a close look at him.

“Do what you haft to. I’ll be in the tower,” he shrugged.

He didn’t care all that much. He wasn’t afraid of Dumbledore.

“Don’t you wish to know why I didn’t report you at once?”

“Yes ofcourse. Kindly tell.”

“I didn’t recognise you. But when I saw you today I realised you were the same person that I saw in Diagon Alley. If I didn’t recognise you, let’s pray no one else did.”

“Yes sir. Good night.”

“Good night.”