Harry stopped. He couldn't believe what had just happened. It just made no sense. Well… he could think of a few explanations but they were just foolish. He looked back up at the castle from Hagrid's hut.
Harry had visited his half-giant friend yet his half-giant friend never saw him. Hagrid had been traveling away from the giants again and Harry had to correct him. The man always ended up going in the wrong direction. Without being noticed, by changing paths and using illusions to change the position of the sun, Harry was attempting to rectify the situation. Hagrid really was becoming a chore. Thinking of it brought a small smile to his face.
His eye started itching, and he rubbed it as a tear came out. He refocused on his thoughts. There could be no way that he would send Malfoy to snatch Hermione. She was too well protected. She was always surrounded by friends…well, except when she was alone studying late in the library, and running to and from that same location.
However, taking someone right out from Dumbledore's nose was…unbelievable. However, that could be its greatest hopes. Malfoy would probably be expelled, but Voldemort would teach him. And…Harry just couldn't accept that Voldemort would go after Hermione. There was no reason to. Other than her being Harry's friend, she had no conflict with Voldemort. That could be the only reason, but describing her as the, "Sole Necessity," was just odd.
Harry still had to decide how to react. No details were given, and more specifically Voldemort requested that he be told none of them. It was up to Draco to decide a place and a time. Harry did not like this. His entire information network had just been thoroughly avoided and if he did nothing it would be at a great expense. He decided he had to talk to Hermione. He had to talk to her now.
He checked the map. Hermione was sitting away from everyone else in the Gryffindor common room, but that was not what caught Harry's eyes. No, something else he saw drew a great emotion inside of him, an emotion he was having trouble controlling. He took a deep breath, and there was a pop as the air collided where merely a second before, a person had been sitting.
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Ginny blushed and smiled broadly. He really was a sweet person. He was so thoughtful and generous, and he told her so many things that she had never heard from anyone before. For the first time in her life, Ginny was sure she was in love. She smiled even more broadly and felt like she was floating on air as she made her way back towards the Gryffindor common room.
A hand grabbed Ginny by the wrist, and she opened her eyes wide, seeing Ms. Norris up ahead. Another hand covered her mouth. She tried to get the cat's attention but her efforts were futile as she was pushed, or thrown rather, into a nearby room. She stumbled and fell. She drew her wand and screamed "Stupefy" at her dark assailant. The person brushed it away but she couldn't see clearly in the darkness how the person did it. She found her wand removed from her hand and herself tied into a desk chair. She tried to scream but there was only silence. She could hear the person walking around her, but she couldn't see who it was. She prayed he would come back to save her. He was the only other person out this late.
A candle was lit on a table across the room from her and the person turned to her. She still couldn't see his face but the wall was lit up behind her. She noticed her wand was on the desk in front of her but she couldn't break the ropes holding her down. The person came toward her and she could finally make out his features. She gasped.
"How long has this been happening?" the person said. She tried to scream "WHAT IN BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" but when she tried no words came out. She felt a pressure being applied to her upper arm, slowly cutting off the circulation to her arms.
"I will ask only once more Ginny. How long have you been seeing Malfoy?" said Harry with such disgust that she was taken aback.
"Two weeks," she stated defiantly. "When my brothers find out about this–" she began.
"They will be very tempted to murder you in your sleep and even your father will be disappointed in you. In fact, you would be the only child he's ever had which has ever disappointed him," Harry said. He allowed a few seconds for this to sink in. He watched with pleasure as she hung her head in shame.
"You won't tell anyone will you?" she pleaded. She couldn't believe how quickly her happiness had ended.
"Absolutely. I have no need to gossip but you must agree to my one condition. You see Ginny, nothing in this world is free," Harry explained. She looked at him inquisitively. "You must agree to never, ever socialize with Draco Malfoy ever again," Harry said. Ginny let this sink in one second before her emotional reaction took over.
"So you're jealous, are you? Couldn't even notice me, and now that I've found someone better than you, you can't live with it. I always knew you were a fake, just trying to be famous and get attention. Draco is actually a real person and he cares about me. I would never give that up!" she yelled. She waited in the silence for his reaction which came in the form of a chuckle.
"I do miss the humor your family provides. He cares about you, wow, Ginny. You may have a future in comedy…" Ginny felt the blood rising to her face, "…but really, how blind can you be? You are not only being used, you are enjoying it. If this is a metaphor for how the rest of your life will be spent, it doesn't look good. I must say though, the thought of me being jealous is almost as amusing. How long had you been fawning over me? I could have taken you then but I didn't for one simple reason…" Harry left off. Ginny waited in silence.
"And that is?" she asked sensing it was what he wanted.
"I am not interested, nor was I ever, nor do I think I ever will be. You see, my focus in life does not allow for puppy love and meaningless emotions. My life does not allow it. This is your warning Ginny. Do not go back to Draco. Do you know why he wants to get in with you?"
"He loves me," Ginny said defiantly.
"Right…actually he needs someone close to Hermione. Do you know why? Of course not, because you are absorbed in your own little word where there is no evil. I'd expect you to act your age since you've met him. You know how he can manipulate people, even you. You were easy for him when he was sixteen, how easy do you think you'll be now that's he's older and wiser? He wants Hermione to lure me into a trap. Now of course you would stop seeing Draco if he was planning on kidnapping Hermione right? I judge from the look on your face that you don't believe me. He does not love you, and getting in your knickers is only a little bonus for him. You should hear how he talks about you to his friends. Do you want to?" he observed the furious red her face had turned. She said nothing. "Fine, I'll let you hear it," A voice engulfed the room, and the voice was unmistakable. "I thought this was actually going to be difficult, but she is really easy. She's all broken down since Potter left, and she is vulnerable and ripe for the picking. I bet she's really tight too. Next time I let you two in with the see-through omnoculars, you'd better be quieter. Maybe she didn't notice your heavy breathing, but I did. You have to be quiet if I'm going to let you ogle at her while I spout off all that bullocks about how much I love her. I bet I can take her virginity in two more meetings. I can't wait. I'll owl her and tell her I need to see her. Crabbe, get my owl…Thanks. How shall I write this. Here we go. My Dearest Love Virginia, I could not bear to be one more moment without you. I desperately need to kiss you again, to touch your soft skin, to feel your love. Meet me at midnight at the south observation tower. I know the password to get us in. I await you with desperation. Your Love, Draco Itnepres Malfoy. Is that sappy enough? Good, I'll be shagging her before her brothers even realize she's seeing someone. I wish Master would give me more jobs like this.
The voice stopped, and Ginny found herself hating both Harry and Draco, and unable to decide which she hated more.
"I have pressing matters to attend to Ginny. Just remember, I will be watching, and I will know what you are doing, and if you do help Malfoy, however passively, you will share the same fate as he does, and from someone who actually knows what's going on, that is not a very reassuring thought. I am giving you the benefit of a warning Ginny. I beg you to heed it." Harry turned from her and walked briskly out of the room. She felt herself released from the chair and gulped heavily as she picked up her wand from the desk. She was feeling very confused.
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Harry checked the map to confirm that Hermione was in her dormitory. She wasn't, nor was she in the common room, or even the library. Harry scanned the map with slight confusion. He finally found her dot at the astronomy tower with the rest of the fifth year Gryffindors. Harry hadn't examined the possibility of there being an astronomy class this night.
He started taking the necessary route to the tower. At the base of the stairs leading up to the turret he felt a strange sensation flow through his body. He drew his and spun suddenly but nothing was there. He scanned with every spell he knew, looking for the culprit but there was no one to be found. Keeping his wand drawn Harry made himself invisible, which was a bit more convenient than using a cloak, and continued the rest of the way silently walking out onto the platform. The class was taking notes on the stars and their movements. Hermione was very involved but it seemed to be against her will.
Harry decided to wait until they were alone. He didn't exactly want to say "Hello, Voldemort is sending Malfoy after you so you should hang around with groups of people, thereby putting them at risk as well" in front of everyone. He sat on the edge and looked down. He left the light on in Hagrid's cabin, and saw a hobbling figure make its' way down there. He could tell from the person's gait that it was Moody. Despite his interest, he wasn't going to leave his post. For all he knew Malfoy could come right through the door any minute and claim Snape wants to see her, lead her away, and then make her disappear. Harry hardened his resolve and remained, watching as she breezed through the star charts. He kept his distance from the group. He didn't need anyone walking into him accidentally. Keeping his composure, he watched as Hermione struggled to redirect her telescope, for it was giving her trouble. Harry could guess from the noise it made that she had never oiled the crank to turn the scope. He placed a silencing ward around himself and started to chant. His place of sight began to travel until it was within the mechanism in question. He muttered the same spell Moody used in the duel at Platform 9&¾, and with a short shriek, the gears started spinning again. Harry returned his sight to himself but left the silencing ward up. He didn't need anyone hearing him either.
Hermione calmed down, and after rubbing her eyes for a few minutes, she returned to her work. The students began to filter out as they finished. Harry knew Hermione was getting ahead of everyone else; her telescope was turned towards the seventh sector, while everyone else's was on the sixth. Finally it was only her, doing extra, and Neville, who Harry guessed was just trying to keep up. Neville finally finished with a sigh, and turned towards Hermione. Harry knew immediately that Neville was going to ask Hermione to accompany him down to the common room, that or offer to stick around until she was done. Harry couldn't have that. Removing his wand, he did a quick reversive spell on Neville, whose face contorted oddly, before he turned to the stairs and left.
Hermione took a glance around as Neville's footsteps faded down the stairs. She sighed as started collecting her charts. Harry took off the ward and the invisibility spell, and stepped into the light. Hermione gasped as she realized the presence of another person.
"Sorry, I didn't know anyone else was still up h–" she cut short as she saw his face in the light coming from the stairwell. "Harry?" she said, as if she thought he was dead.
"I need to talk to you and it's very important. I will let you yell at me later, you just have to listen for a few minutes," he said before she could start reacting to his presence. But his estimation of her was off; she never appeared to be angry, or even upset. She cautiously took a seat, he brushed off the desire to sit next to her, and took the chair across from her.
"Hermione, You know how I can tell what Voldemort is planning, right?" he asked. She nodded after shaking off the chill from hearing the dark lord's name. "Well, he has put into action a certain plan–"
"Like the one at the platform?" she asked suddenly, speaking worriedly.
"No, he now has a scheme with more planning and less concrete information. He has finally enlisted Draco Malfoy to join the deatheater ranks, but first Draco must prove himself and Voldemort has found what he feels is a wonderful opportunity for Draco." Harry paused, trying to find the best way to put this. "Draco is to kidnap you, as bait for me and Dumbledore," Harry said, letting it sink in.
"You know when he's going to try it" Hermione stated, looking for an explanation.
"That's the thing. Voldemort left all the planning up to Draco, so if Voldemort doesn't know, I don't know. He may strike at any second. I want you to be prepared. I want you to be with a group of people at all times" Harry said. She nodded understandingly.
"That means no late night studying by yourself in the library, no running to the library by yourself. If Malfoy tells you a teacher wants you, make sure you bring people you trust with you. And don't always trust yourself with Neville, try to stay with more…eh, capable wizards" Harry said. He was getting very frustrated by her lack of reaction. Harry checked the date and a sudden thought hit him.
"Has Neville seemed at all different in the last three days?" Harry asked. He was beginning to think she wouldn't answer him.
"He was a little quiet, why?" she asked.
"Dumbledore swore me to secrecy," Harry explained. Hermione nodded. They sat in silence for a short while.
"How long have you been here, when are you leaving?" Hermione asked.
"I just got here…" Harry lied "…and I'll be leaving as soon as I'm convinced you're safe," he responded.
"What if you don't become convinced I'm safe? What if I refuse to do as you asked? What if I live on the wild side? What will you do then? Will you stay?" she pressed. He had expected something like this, but his unemotional welcome had let him bring down his shields and now she had struck hard and deep.
"No. I cannot stay. My staying here puts too many lives at risk, including yours. I would have to accept that you are deciding to act irresponsibly in spite of me. I can admit I deserve it, but you, however, don't," Harry said, and she smiled at his skills in debate. She never really gave him enough credit, but she felt that he didn't give her enough either. "You should go to sleep, I'll walk with you if you like," Harry said reluctantly.
"No, I can make it on my own. Malfoy is asleep anyway" she said as she got to her feet. She walked to the door and felt something brush her hand. She turned sharply around to tell Harry but she was too late.
"MOVE AND DIE!" boomed a voice. Hermione watched as twenty-two people appeared. Fifteen surrounded a now standing Harry and seven others were on brooms. Hermione saw that they all had the seal of the ministry of magic on their robes and they had their wands waving threateningly. One stepped forward.
"Harry James Potter, by order of the Minister of Magic, the honorable Cornelius Fudge, you are under arrest for the charges of treason, slander, kidnapping, and murder. You are to surrender your wand now, or face the fate of a duel. Be warned, you are severely outnumbered, and surrounded." Said one man, who had a golden ghost pinned on his collar.
"Alright, alright. I'll give you my wand. I'll go very slowly, alright?" Hermione stood, rooted to the spot as Harry used his left hand to levitate his wand out of the very wrist holster she had given to him. It floated into his left hand, and then he levitated it to the man in charge, all with wandless magic. Harry held up his hands to show he was unarmed. He summoned as much force as he could, and one of Hermione's sheets of astronomy charts turned into a hissing snake. She dropped it and screamed. Three of the standing and one of the flying aurors took notice and reacted. Harry took a chance and dove for the nearest auror. He blocked the auror's arm as he tried to point his wand at Harry, and Harry twirled behind him, the man getting hit by countless spells aimed for Harry. Harry didn't even glance before he leapt over the parapet and allowed himself to fall. He knew where he would land, and if he was wrong then he would have to pay the consequences. Incidentally, he was correct and landed in the frigid waters of the lake. A thin layer of ice had begun to form, and Harry's landing created waves enough to disrupt the formation throughout the lake. He swam to shore as the aurors on brooms dove towards him. He pulled out his staff from his pocket and enlarged it. It was time to test himself. He levitated himself out of the water and then made it so he could walk on the substance. He dried himself and used his speed to locate himself to the base of the castle, preventing attacks from two of six directions. He was still recovering from the shock of the near freezing water overcoming his body, and trying to summon enough focus to apparate away. He blocked a few stunning spells, and dodged a few shield breaking charms. He sensed a jet of fire and rolled out of the way. He used his staff to surround himself with a clear protective dome. He watched as the aurors from the roof exited the castle and ran strait for him. The seven flying aurors were now stationary, trying to break his shield. Incidentally, his shield shuddered violently before returning to its calm state.
Harry calculated his chances of splinching himself in his first attempt to apperate with a staff. His shield was now entirely surrounded by very angry aurors. He gripped his staff forcefully, and spun it rapidly. He stuck it into the ground and watched as his shield disappeared and a wave of yellow light overcame and tossed the aurors on the ground as if they stepped on highly compressed springs. Focusing as much as he could, Harry yanked his staff out of the ground, and spun it around him. Multiple spells fired at him hid him from view, but when they died, there was nothing left. Harry Potter was gone.
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Harry glanced around and sat down, he shook his head at the glass eye that was staring back at him.
"I was wunderin when yehd get in. Havin' some fun with the aurors, have ye?" Moody said as he poured Harry tea. Harry offered him a vague smile as he took Hagrid's large chair. "Maybe shoulda told yeh 'bout the scanners they put in. Scan every'n walks through it. Yeh passed the one at the base o' the tower, an' they knew where yeh were. Took 'em three whole minutes before they were ready for yeh, Potter, and yeh still got away. Cheers," Moody said as he downed his flask. Harry sipped his tea and placed his head back into the chair.
"It would have been nice if you told me. Where are the other ones?" Harry asked.
"After tonight, the bastar's 'll put 'em up everywhere. I wouldn't recommen' goin back 'n the castle" Moody said in an amused voice. "But, then again, yeh could always just apperate by 'em" Moody chuckled. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Remind me to look for them. If they used the spells I think they used, they should be easy enough to alter. I have to start planning what I'm doing tomorrow for your classes. Is there something you wanted to talk about?" Harry pressed.
"Actually, now that yeh mention it. I have been growin' bored of this bloody job and–" Moody began.
"No, I am not taking over" Harry said determinedly.
"No, it's not that. I was wonderin' if somethin' may be happenin', yeh know. Somethin' of interest to a retired yet very capable auror?" Moody asked. Harry looked over at him with pity.
"I'm sorry. There is nothing I am willing to involve you in. The platform was the last straw. It's too much of a risk for Dumbledore and the others, including you. I have assembled my own force, and with superior planning, it doesn't matter how outmatched we are. In fact, I am fairly confident in taking on Voldemort, as long as I know the time and the place a bit beforehand" Harry said.
"Traps?" Moody asked with a sly look.
"No, he would know. Not traps, terrain. Terrain can be everything…" Harry said thoughtfully. Moody rolled his one good eye and looked around Hadgrid's cabin. "Nice place for a giant," Moody said.
"He's only half a giant," Harry said defensively.
"Maybe mentally, but not physically," Moody said in a tone which made Harry think twice about the statement. Harry suddenly remembered a painting in his History of Magic text. It was from the first war of the giants. Giants were killing giants with wizards attempting to intervene with overwhelming force. The overwhelming force was squashed like insects. A sudden idea popped into Harry's mind, but he'd hold it off for later.
"I am stuck in a jam. I need you to talk to Dumbledore immediately," Harry said. Moody just gave him a curious look. "He is the one they'll take my wand to, to be broken. Have him tell Fudge why my wand is important, and recommend it gets placed in danger-vault number seven. I doubt Fudge will refuse with the publicity of storing it in the securest vault in the ministry," Harry said.
"But, yeh'll never b' able to get it outta there" Moody said.
"Actually, it's a lot easier than five or six. People would never imagine anyone getting in there, making it much more accessible. Plus, I already know my way around vault seven," Harry explained. Moody gave him a doubtful look but didn't comment.
"Any other favors yeh need o' me?" Moody asked. Harry thought about it.
"Nothing I can think of off hand," Harry said. There was a moment of thoughtful silence.
"Whatta yeh teachin' the littl'uns tomorrow?" Moody asked. Harry looked at him like it was obvious. "Yeh're not teachin' the firs' years teh shoot," Moody said resolutely. Harry saw the little reasoning behind it and decided not to challenge Moody.
"I suppose I could tell them stories, with moving figures and such. It wouldn't be hard to do. I could do the Triwizard Tournament. That would thrill their innocent little minds. I just need a few of Dumbledore's thoughts. You wouldn't mind stealing a few from his pensieve, would you. You'd love such a lucrative mission, wouldn't you?" Harry said. Moody was already grinning.
"You're on, Potter."
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There were two incredibly real looking people. They were only eight inches tall, but they looked more real than some real people. These figures, however, were standing next to each other in a recreation being displayed in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
The classroom now resembled a globe theatre, with stadium seating and a stage in the center. However it was incredibly real. You could smell the freshly trimmed miniature grass, and see the mouths moves as the models of Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory said the words which were actually expressed at the time. The first year class no longer consisted of first years, and it seemed half the school came to watch the events of the Triwizard tournament again.
The anonymous teacher was next to the stage, flicking what appeared to be a wand as the figures moved and talked. There was total silence from the crowd, no one dared interrupt as the two figures walked toward a shimmering gold cup.
The shorter figure was standing crookedly as they both reached out and grabbed the gleaming golden cup. They both disappeared and the first years gasped. They watched closely for the next scene to come. They had seen all four contestants fight the dragons, all four swim through a recreation of the lake, and all four navigate through the maze. The teacher had explained Krum being under the imperious curse, and the fall of Fleur Delacour by an unseen hand, and now they waited with baited breath for the show to continue after the two remaining figures left in the miniature maze disappeared.
"That, I'm afraid, is all for today," the teacher said. There was an uproar. Everyone wanted to see what happened next. Harry, not only did not want to show them, but didn't have any idea how to explain how he knew what happened afterwards. As the uproar began to turn into a riot he ventured to continue.
"FINE! QUIET! I did have the pleasure to get a first hand account from Mr. Potter with incredible detail. Therefore I can go on with the story, as to avoid unnecessary injury to myself and your professors," the man said. The students dropped into their seats, of which over two hundred were assembled, and a quick and eerie silence fell.
The two figures reappeared in a graveyard, they were still holding the cup, and two more figures materialized as well, one carrying another. They were approaching slowly in the darkness. Words were exchange between Potter and Diggory.
"Wands out, d'you reckon?" Diggory said, "Yeah…" Harry said. There was silence, and the shrouded figures continued approaching. "…someone's coming." Harry said. He fell onto the ground in pain, and a high pitched whisper could not go unnoticed.
"Kill the spare" was hissed through the room, and a flash of green light blasted into the larger figure holding the cup to the ground. Some of the students screamed, some burst into tears. Some stared wide-eyed, not believing what was being shown.
Hermione was one of shocked into silence members of the audience. She had arrived with most of her Transfiguration class soon after they heard that the Triwizard tournament was being reenacted. She glanced through the graveyard scene and noticed something that made her pale. She watched with the rest of the students as the scene unfolded, how Harry was tied up, how his blood was taken, how Voldemort was reborn. How his followers arrived. How he named them. Draco Malfoy went awfully white as people started sending him looks of pure hatred. His father was very prominently portrayed. Everyone watched as Voldemort explained his story. How he dueled Harry, taunting him, how their wands met and the phoenix song rang out, protecting Harry and Voldemort. How the ghosts came out, how Harry broke the connection and ran. How he grabbed Cedric and summoned the cup. They disappeared again, and reappeared at Hogwarts. There was total silence as they watched Harry get escorted away by Moody, up to the castle, into Moody's office. They heard the words exchanged, and the discoveries made when McGonagal, Dumbledore, and Snape arrived in the office. The confession of Barty Crouch played next, followed by the appearance of the real Moody. The distinct blush on the professors' cheeks validated the depiction. The show ended with Dumbledore's and Fudge's argument in the Hospital wing, and as Fudge closed the door on his way out, the figures and setting disappeared, leaving a blank floor. There was total silence, and the man hidden in his anonymity spoke in barely more than a whisper, but he was heard anyway.
"Does anyone have any questions?" He said. The quiet sobbing of Cho Chang in the back became clearer. She left seconds later. Finally, one hand went up.
"How do you know it's true, and even if it is, how can we trust you?" said a younger Ravenclaw.
"A wonderful question, thirty points to Ravenclaw. I am willing to testify to it's accuracy under Veritaserum. Professor Moody will vouch for it as well. Any other questions?" the man asked.
"If the Minister of Magic won't do anything, who is? I mean, what is going to fight Him. Aren't you saying we're all defenseless?" said an older Hufflepuff.
"Forty points to Hufflepuff. There are always people who will fight him, many at any and all costs… who are willing to make the ultimate sacrifice. Some who are fighting him now have fought him before. Like your very own Professor Moody. He has already been in a few skirmishes since the term began. Your Headmaster has left the school on occasion to fight as well. Many of your professors, many retired aurors, and many wiser members of the Ministry are secretly helping…" Harry couldn't help but notice Ron's chest swell in pride, "…and I know for a fact, beyond all doubt, that Harry Potter is fighting the dark arts. I know many of you have heard he was here last night, and attacked a large number of aurors. There is very little truth to that. As Ms. Granger witnessed, Mr. Potter handed over his wand and escaped using mostly defensive spells. I know the ministry wants you to believe that Potter is insane and dangerous. You can now understand this is part of their desire to maintain a false stability with lies and half truths. They destroy evidence and provide tales to disprove good evidence. They blame situations on others who they deem trouble. They know they are full of bullocks, but they continue. Our only hope is in acceptance, and uniting," the teacher explained.
"Any other questions?" he asked. "No? Then I feel it is time to thank certain people for the donation of their memories in going into this presentation. They include Harry Potter, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagal and countless others. I see that you are all a bit late to lunch, so I will let you go. I'll see some of you in later classes," he said. The students noisily got up, and the doors to the room widened as the students left. The seats of the theater disappeared as the last of the students left and the room returned to its' original size and shape.
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"It was him, Ron," Hermione said.
"How do you know? I doubt it anyway," Ron returned carelessly.
"It makes sense. He was here last night, and probably yesterday, and he knew things that only Harry knew," Hermione explained.
"The guy explained that he got people to tell them everything they knew," Ron said as they arrived at the Great Hall for lunch.
"Right, but the details were too precise. In the graveyard scene, the tombstones would have been random and blank because no one would remember in such detail. All the names, and all the dates, and all the cracked and broken gravestones–" Hermione was saying.
"Is this going somewhere?" Ron asked as he took a seat.
"Yes, it means that it could only have been recreated by someone who was there. Moody knows everyone who attended that meeting, and would never invite any of them, so that leaves Harry. It had to be him," Hermione said. Ron slumped in defeat.
"Fine, it was Harry. Does that change anything?" Ron asked as he shoveled a spoonful of peas into his mouth.
"Well, not really. I just thought you'd like to know…" Hermione said.
"Tell me when Harry comes back to go to school, and then I'll pay attention," Ron retorted. He was too shaken by the show to really care who was behind the mask.
Sorry this took so long. There are too many excuses. Enjoy the chapter and drop a review. Thank you everyone for your pestering and support, otherwise I doubt I ever would have gotten here.