Chapter 11

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   It's been a month and I was walking back to the common room with Neville, Seamus, and Dean. We stopped in our tracks when we saw the crowd of Gryffindors standing around the painting.

"What's going on?" I asked the trio, who was in front of us.

"Neville probably forgot the password, again," Ron said not looking back at us.

I rolled my eyes and smacked the ginger boy upside the head.

"It's the fat lady, she's gone!" Ginny exclaimed, running up to us.

"Head Boy coming through!" Percy said, not getting any reaction from the students.

Dumbledore seemingly appeared out of thin air.

"Send the ghosts to check every painting." The old man demanded.

"There will be no need for that, she's right there." Filch said, pointing to a safari painting.

"What has happened to you, my dear?" Dumbledore asked.

"The man with wild eyes. It was Sirius Black!" She exclaimed, causing a gasp to erupt from the group.

   A few hours later, all of the students were in the Great Hall. The tables had disappeared and were replaced with a ton of sleeping bags. I had, thankfully, been put next to the boys instead of with the girls. By the twinkle in Dumbledore's eye, he had planned that. The old man knows more than I thought.

   About an hour after the lights went out, I hadn't been able to fall asleep. I heard someone walking before speaking.

"There is no sign of Black," Percy said, grumpily.

"I didn't expect him to linger," Dumbledore said and I could hear the smile in his voice.

After that, I heard Snape say," We should tell Potter."

"Let him sleep, for now," Dumbledore said before I heard them walking away.

What should they tell Harry? It probably has something to do with Sirius Black, but what could it be?

I had many thoughts running through my head when I finally fell asleep.

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