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"It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not."
― Andre Gide
THIRD PERSON POV
Harry, Adalyn, Ron, and Hermione followed the rest of the school along the platform and out onto a rough mud track, where at least a hundred stagecoaches awaited the remaining students, each pulled, Harry could only assume, by an invisible horse, because when they climbed inside and shut the door, the coach set off all by itself, bumping and swaying in procession.
As the carriage trundled toward a pair of magnificent wrought iron gates, flanked with stone columns topped with winged boars, Harry saw two more towering, hooded Dementors, standing guard on either side.
"What are they even doing here at hogwarts?" Evan said scowling at the book. "Guarding the school from black I guess? The only possible explanation" Rabastan replied.
At last, the carriage swayed to a halt, and Adalyn, Hermione, and Ron got out. As Harry stepped down, a drawling, delighted voice sounded in his ear. "You fainted, Potter? Is Longbottom telling the truth? You actually fainted?" Malfoy elbowed past Hermione to block Harry's way up the stone steps to the castle, his face gleeful and his pale eyes glinting maliciously.
"Your father ignores his only child? Is my knowledge telling the truth Malfoy? Your father ignores you?" Adalyn smirked as Malfoy's facial color drained.
Lucius clenched his fist in anger, "Who is this ungrateful child?" He said angrily.
"Did you faint as well, Scamander, Oh wait You are'nt a Scamander, Did you faint as well you Blood Traitor?" said Malfoy loudly. "Did the scary old Dementor frighten you too?"
"Is there a problem?" said a mild voice. Professor Lupin had just gotten out of the next carriage. Malfoy gave Professor Lupin an insolent stare With a tiny hint of sarcasm in his voice, he said, "Oh, no — er —Professor," then he smirked at Crabbe and Goyle and led them up the steps into the castle.
Remus raised his brows at the book.
"That git thinks I'll feel sad after leaving that hell hole of a house" Adalyn exclaimed rolling her eyes.
Hermione prodded Ron in the back to make him hurry, and the four of them joined the crowd swarming up the steps, through the giant oak front doors, into the cavernous Entrance Hall, The entry into the Great Hall stood open at the right; Harry followed the crowd toward it, but had barely glimpsed the enchanted ceiling, which was black and cloudy tonight, when a voice called,"Potter! Granger! I want to see you both!"
Harry and Hermione turned around, surprised. Professor McGonagall was calling over the heads of the crowd. Harry fought his way over to her with a feeling of foreboding: Professor McGonagall had a way of making him feel he must have done something wrong. "There's no need to look so worried — I just want a word in my office," she told them.
"Move along there, Scamander, Weasley." Ron stared as Professor McGonagall ushered Harry and Hermione away from the chattering crowd; they accompanied her across the entrance hall, up the marble staircase, and along a corridor.
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The Turn Of Events (Harry Potter)
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