Hogwarts; A Half Blood Mystery

Chapter Two

Glass smashed against the floor, pieces scattering everywhere. I heard heavy breathing, gasps for air, sobs and shrills of pains. I saw hair fall against the light shining on the floor from a candle, perched on a night table stand. A hand followed, gripping the floor, trying to grasp nothing. The fingers stretched out and cringed back into a fist, falling lifelessly on the floor, the crying coming to a hushed stop.

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"Jack!" Professor Potter greeted me as I strolled into class. "Nice of you to join us for the dismissal of the class." He closed the textbook and frowned at me. "Tired?"

"Yeah…" I muttered. "Can I talk to you at the end of the class?"

"Yes, which is now." He turned to the class and waved them out. "Go."

I yawned as I watched them all file out of the big doors into the rest of Hogwarts, for their next classes.

"What is it Jack?"

"That map you gave me, is it faulty?"

He gave me a taken back look. "I don't think so, I've had it for years…so did my father and his friends."

"It was your fathers?"

"Yes, I have no use for it anymore, I can go where ever I want now, and believe me, I've memorize all those secret passage ways." He chuckled. "I want it back before you graduate. My boy is getting older, I want to give it too him by his third year."

"Uh, yeah sure Professor." I nodded.

"Call me Harry, Jack. Professor is so formal."

I shrugged. "Okay."

"Why would you think it's faulty?" He asked me.

"It showed this room that wasn't there. And it wouldn't show the name properly, it was all blurry, and the room just kept moving around the castle all night long, every few minutes I had to find it in a new spot again and again." I took a deep breath. "I'm curious, if there actually is a room like that in Hogwarts."

Harry was pale and exhaling out of his nostrils. "I think the maps faulty."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, very sure, you should just give it back to me if it's broken, I can try to fix it." He held his hand out for me to give it too him.

"No," I shook my head. "I want to keep it still…"

He sighed. "Jack, please don't meddle."

"Are you telling me not to meddle?" I laughed as Harry rolled his eyes and tried not to laugh as well. "Mr. Harry Potter."

"Yes, yes." He let his hand fall to his side. "I guess I have no right, or I have all the right, because I've been there and done that."

"And did you ever listen to anyone who told you to stop meddling Professor…I mean Harry?" I crossed my arms and waited for his reply, eyebrow arched.

"No." He said flatly. "No, I didn't, and I almost got killed, on several occasions."

"I'll try and stay out of that kind of trouble…unless it happens to find me, I mean, then how could it be my fault right?"

"Wrong, I didn't go looking for trouble either." He sighed. "Okay, that was a lie, but most of the time I didn't." He sighed again. "Okay that's a lie too. On a chance I was in trouble because of someone else causing it, and not me."

"I have these dreams sir." I mumbled.

He dropped his spectacles that were in his hands. "Dreams?" He picked the spectacles off the desk and pushed them back on his extremely pale face. His green eyes searched me all over. "What kind of dreams?"