The Other Potter: Book 1

Chapter 3

I had given Ron the silent treatment for a few days, which he seemed used to as he was from a big family. It was a few days later, at breakfast, when Sherlock landed in front of me with a copy of the daily prophet tied to his leg. I hadn't signed up for daily deliveries, in fact I hadn't signed up at all, which is why I was confused.

I took the newspaper off his leg, letting him dip his beak into my juice before he flew off.

"When did you subscribe to the daily prophet?" Harrys words showed his confusion.

"I didn't. Perhaps it was a mistake."

"Well, free paper."

I nodded in agreement with Harry before unrolling the paper and looking at the headlines. I noticed that the headline was about a break in at Gringotts vault, which I found interesting.

"Ron," I said, breaking the silent treatment. He looked at me, very happy I was talking to him again. "Your brother works for Gringotts bank, right?"

"Yeah, Bill does. Why?"

I showed him and Harry the article, both of them reading over it quickly.

"Vault 713? Hagrid made a stop there when we went to Gringotts, did he?" Harry asked, gently taking the paper from me.

"He did."

"The goblins said that nothing was stolen, and that the vault had been emptied earlier that day." Harry read, looking at the moving photo.

"Yeah, by Hagrid." I said, looking at Ron. "Isn't Gringotts supposed to be secure?"

"It's extremely secure. It has more spells and incantations than any other bank, that's why so many secure their belongings." Ron said. "Bill said that you could get lost in there, and no one would find you until someone came to open a vault."

I shuddered at the idea of getting lost in the maze of passages that was Gringotts bank. Not a way I would want to die.

"What did Hagrid take?" Ron asked, now taking his turn to look at the article.

"Looked like a grubby package." Harry said, looking at me. Both of us worried, we had been there the exact same day as the break-in.

"Whatever it was, it must have been special." Ron said, looking up from the paper. He noticed Hermione listening in on our conversation and glared. "Don't you have another conversation to nose your way into?"

Hermione looked hurt by his words and quickly got up with her bag, her half eaten breakfast left behind.

"You know, you don't have to be terrible to her." I said, watching her leave the Great Hall.

"She's been listening to all of our conversations. She needs to know she can't just put herself into a conversation."

I wanted to argue with him, tell him off for being so rude, but he had a point. I had noticed Hermione following close to us, listening to what we talked about. She was on the edge of being a stalker and that wasn't something that I wanted. Instead I just shrugged and continued to eat my breakfast before walking to our next class.

I had always loved Halloween, it was my favorite holiday. I enjoyed the amenity of dressing up as something you weren't and no one being able to tell who you were. It was like I was someone else, not a twin who wore hammy downs from his cousin. I loved the lore behind the holiday, something I was well versed on, and could recite it to anyone. I expected the wizarding community celebrated it differently, seeing as they had literal ghosts floating around the castle.