Divine Violence

Traditions

Traditions

As the train arrived at Hogwarts, students flooded out and into the waiting stagecoaches eager to start the annual back to school feast. Finding their own coach, the four Gryffindors quickly sat inside before the invisible horses could take off. The rain had stopped but thunder still boomed overhead, threatening another down poor.

Pulling up beside one of the castle entrances, Priscilla spotted her favorite professor by the door. She quickly hopped out and ran over to her.

"Good evening, Minnie!" Her face glowed with happiness, she was finally home.

"Glad to have you back, Miss Black. Let me remind you, it is Professor to you." Her voice was stern but the upturn of her lips gave her away.

"My apologies, Professor Minnie," she winked.

McGonagall looked over the girl's head to see the rest of her friends coming towards them, "Ah there they are."

"Hello, Professor!" They all greeted their head of house.

"Before you head into the Great Hall I need you to follow me to my office- not you Weasley, you head off and find a seat."

Thankful he didn't have to wait to go sit, he didn't question her orders and headed off, "I'll save you guys a seat!"

Hermione, Priscilla and Harry followed the elderly woman into her office where Madam Pomfrey was waiting.

"I figured you two wouldn't want more attention than usual, so I asked Madam Pomfrey in here to take a look at you," she explained. "Professor Lupin sent me a message about you two falling ill on the ride here."

"Really, we're fine Professor. There's no need-" Harry tried to get them out of being checked over.

"Not another word, Potter!" Madam Pomfrey forced him to sit down where she began checking him for any physical injuries before handing him a piece of chocolate.

"Eat this, it helps."

"Professor Lupin already gave us some, on the train," he said, shoving the chocolate out of his face.

"Did he now? Well Minerva, it looks like we have a defense teacher who knows what he's doing this year," she took the food away.

"It appears so," she raised her brow before turning her attention onto the two girls sitting in the arm chairs.

Priscilla had been giggling at Harry swatting away the mediwitch every time she tried to have a look at him.

"Black, did you eat your chocolate?"

"Yes ma'am, Harry practically shoved it down my throat."

"Good," she nodded her head. "Well if you both are all right, I'd say you're fine enough to go down to the feast."

She was thankful they looked over Harry first, she was still healing from what had happened in the cellar and didn't want to explain the bruises covering her. Healing potions could only do so much.

The three began to stand before McGonagall spoke once more.

"Miss Granger, please stay back."

The students looked at one another before Hermione sat back into her seat as the other two began their way to the Great Hall to look for Ron.

"You know, if Sirius Black comes close... I won't hesitate to protect you," Harry spoke determinedly to his best friend.

"I know," she hid her face from any emotion. "You just can't help yourself from being the hero." She shoved him lightly making the two laugh.