Drowned

Chapter Three: Harry

"Why do you think Dumbledore has requested us to the Great Hall?" Ron asked as the trio walked with the rest of the school to the Hall.

"Reminds me of Cedric," Hermione whispered with a shiver. "Dim lighting, cold atmosphere. Reminds me of a funeral."

"But who died? One of the teachers, do you think?" Ron questioned, trying to remember the teachers that were present for breakfast.

"Why didn't he just tell us during breakfast? Rather than pulling us out from our lessons?" Harry questioned as they walked into the hall.

"Just like Cedric's." Hermione whispered, causing the three to look up at the black banners that our usually coloured in their house colours.

Dumbledore was sat in a chair at the front of the hall, solemn and pained. Funeral. The hall began to fill, each bench being occupied by students who were murmuring with each other on what could be happening. McGonagall approached Dumbledore, whispered in his ear as he nodded before gesturing the room into silence.

He stood up and approach the podium, looking over his students for a moment. He let his gaze linger on Harry for a moment longer than anyone else, causing him to grow confused.

"Today," Dumbledore spoke, his voice echoing in the silent hall. "We grieve the death of a fellow student," Murmuring spread through the hall, 'Cedric Diggory' being heard within the murmur. "Y/N Lupin-Black, who unfortunately drowned."

"No," Harry whispered with disbelief, shaking his head. "No, this can't be true."

"Her parents have been informed and aren't present for her memorial today due to that they are currently mourning the lose of their daughter alone with each other." He spoke up, looking amongst the hall. "Classes have been cancelled for the day to allow you to mourn the lose of Miss Lupin-Black. For those who need it, your Head of House will able for you to talk to to help you mourn the lose of a friend. We are here to help you, do not fear to ask for the help."

Harry looked at McGonagall, silently begging to be sent home. She nodded, the action already been planned.

"The Great Hall will be open all day for those who wish to remain seated in the shock of the unexpected death." He said before walking away from the podium and approaching McGonagall to whisper to her.

Harry remained seated as the students left when they were able to, Ron and Hermione stayed seat with Harry. Hermione had wrapped her arms around Harry and rested her head on his shoulder in a comforting matter whilst Ron patted Harry's other shoulder to say 'I'm here for you'- Harry was grateful to have them both.

It was until they were the only three left in the hall that McGonagall had finally approached him.

"When you're ready, Dumbledore would like to have a chat with you before he sends you home." She smiled.

"Thank you, Professor." He nodded weakly.

"Mr Potter, don't be afraid to come find me if you ever need someone to talk to." She said, placing her hand on his shoulder that Ron was patting.

"Thank you," He said, looking up at her. "It's much appreciated."

"We're here for you, Harry." Hermione said, kissing his cheek. "We know how hard this must be for you." She said, resting her head back on his shoulder.

"I need to go home, see my uncles. They're going to need me there." Harry said, standing up. "They need me."

Hermione and Ron walked with him to Dumbledore's office, waiting at the bottom of the stairs as he went up- he knew they would go once he was out of sight, he wasn't going to be returning until tomorrow. He pushed Dumbledore's door open without knocking- he was expecting him anyways- and approached Dumbledore where he was sat in a chair.