Grindelwald's Burden (Books 1-7)

100. The Half Blood Prince

Chapter 100...wow, we've hit triple digits yet we are still only just over 2/3 of the way into the story.

Harry, Ron and Y/n met Hermione in the common room before breakfast next morning. Hoping for some support in his theory, Harry lost no time in telling Hermione what he had overheard Malfoy saying on the Hogwarts Express.

"But he was obviously showing off for Parkinson, wasn't he?" interjected Ron quickly, before Hermione could say anything.

"Well." she said uncertainly, "I don't know. It would be like Malfoy to make himself seem more important than he is...but that's a big lie to tell..."

"Exactly." said Harry, but he could not press the point, because so many people were trying to listen in to his conversation, not to mention staring at him and whispering behind their hands.

"It is rude to point...." Y/n said to a particularly minuscule first-year boy as they joined the queue to climb out of the portrait hole. The boy, who had been muttering something about Harry behind his hand to his friend, promptly turned scarlet and toppled out of the hole in alarm.

Ron sniggered at the sight. "I love being a sixth year. And we're going to be getting free time this year. Whole periods when we can just sit up here and relax."

"We're going to need that time for studying, Ron!" said Hermione, as they set off down the corridor.

"Yeah, but not today." said Ron. "Today's going to be a real loss, I reckon."

"Hold it!" said Hermione, throwing out an arm and halting a passing fourth year, who was attempting to push past her with a lime-green disk clutched tightly in his hand. "Fanged Frisbees banned, hand it over." she told him sternly. The scowling boy handed over the snarling Frisbee, ducked under her arm, and took off after his friends. Ron waited for him to vanish, then tugged the Frisbee from Hermione's grip.

"Excellent, I've always wanted one of these."

Hermione's remonstration was drowned by a loud giggle, Lavender Brown had apparently found Ron's remark highly amusing. She continued to laugh as she passed them, glancing back at Ron over her shoulder. Ron looked rather pleased with himself.

"You have yet to tell me what Atticus said in the carriage." Y/n said to Harry now.

"Well it wasn't exactly pleasant." Harry said.

"Is anything that comes out that guy's mouth?" Ron asked.

Y/n grimaced for a moment. "Continue." he then said to Harry.

"Well. He said he wasn't sad that...that your..."

"I can gather the rest of that statement." Y/n cut him off looking down with a pained expression. "Why did I expect him to change..."

Harry and Hermione just looked at each other as Ron looked over the new Fanged Frisbee.

The ceiling of the Great Hall was serenely blue and streaked with frail, wispy clouds, just like the squares of sky visible through the high mullioned windows. Y/n just picked at his food while the others tucked into porridge and eggs and bacon, Harry and Ron told Hermione about their embarrassing conversation with Hagrid the previous evening.

"But he can't really think we'd continue Care of Magical Creatures!" she said, looking distressed. "I mean, when has any of us expressed...you know...any enthusiasm?"

"Well Y/n has." Harry said.

"As have you all." Y/n reminded them.

"That's it, though, innit?" said Ron, swallowing an entire fried egg whole. "We were the ones who made the most effort in classes because we like Hagrid. But he thinks we liked the stupid subject. D'ya reckon anyone but Y/n's going to go on to N. E. W. T. ?"