Adventures of Harriet Potter

The Dream

A/N: As we all know, in the past week Maggie Smith — the actress who played Professor McGonagall — died. It certainly is a sad day, for us Harry Potter fans as well as her friends and family. Goodbye Maggie, I hope you're having the best afterlife imaginable.

"It comes down to this," said Hermione, rubbing her forehead. "Either Mr. Crouch attacked Viktor, or somebody else attacked both of them when Viktor wasn't looking." Harriet was certain that Hermione was right on the money with that idea. She just wasn't sure who could've done it, the only other person out there was Moody and he was an Auror working for Dumbledore. "It must've been Crouch," said Ron at once. "That's why he was gone when Harriet and Dumbledore got there. He'd done a runner." Hermione scowled at Ron. "I don't think so," said Harriet, shaking her head. "He seemed really weak — I don't reckon he was up to Disapparating or anything. Even if that was possible on the grounds." She was thinking again, there was something missing about the situation. Some vital clue they weren't seeing.
"You definitely can't Disapparate on the Hogwarts grounds." said Hermione, backing Harriet up. "Okay . . . how's this for a theory," said Ron excitedly. "Krum attacked Crouch — no, wait for it — and then Stunned himself!" Harriet shook her head to dismiss that theory as well. "And Mr. Crouch evaporated, did he?" said Hermione coldly. "Oh yeah . . ." Ron said, realizing that the body would've still been there if that had happened. It was daybreak. Harriet, Ron, and Hermione had crept out of their dormitories very early and hurried up to the Owlery together to send a note to Sirius. Now they were standing looking out at the misty grounds. All three of them were puffy-eyed and pale because they had been talking late into the night about Mr. Crouch. "Just go through it again, Harriet," said Hermione. "What did Mr. Crouch actually say?" As if going over it again would yield information they'd missed.
"I've told you, he wasn't making much sense," said Harriet. "He said he wanted to warn Dumbledore about something. He definitely mentioned Bertha Jorkins, and he seemed to think she was dead. He kept saying stuff was his fault. . . . He mentioned his son." Harriet wondered how anything could be Mr. Crouch's fault, aside from iterating that the rules required her to compete in the tournament because her name came out of the bloody Goblet of bloody Fire. "Well, that was his fault," said Hermione testily. "He was out of his mind," said Harriet. "Half the time he seemed to think his wife and son were still alive, and he kept talking to Percy about work and giving him instructions."
"And . . . remind me what he said about You-Know-Who?" said Ron tentatively. "I've told you," Harriet repeated dully. "He said he's getting stronger." There was a pause. Then Ron said in a falsely confident voice, "But he was out of his mind, like you said, so half of it was probably just raving. . . ." She shook her head firmly. "He was sanest when he was trying to talk about Voldemort," said Harriet, and Ron winced at the sound of the name. "He was having real trouble stringing two words together, but that was when he seemed to know where he was, and know what he wanted to do. He just kept saying he had to see Dumbledore."
Harriet turned away from the window and stared up into the rafters. The many perches were half-empty; every now and then, another owl would swoop in through one of the windows, returning from its night's hunting with a mouse in its beak. "If Snape hadn't held me up," Harriet said bitterly, "we might've got there in time. 'The headmaster is busy, Potter . . . what's this rubbish, Potter?' Why couldn't he have just got out of the way?" Wondering why Snape had been so stubborn. "Maybe he didn't want you to get there!" said Ron quickly. "Maybe — hang on — how fast d'you reckon he could've gotten down to the forest? D'you reckon he could've beaten you and Dumbledore there?"
"Not unless he can turn himself into a bat or something," said Harriet. "Wouldn't put it past him," Ron muttered. "We need to see Professor Moody," said Hermione. "We need to find out whether he found Mr. Crouch." Interrupting thoughts of Snape as an actual bat flying around everywhere. "If he had the Marauder's Map on him, it would've been easy," said Harriet. "Unless Crouch was already outside the grounds," said Ron, "because it only shows up to the boundaries, doesn't —"
"Shh!" said Hermione suddenly. Somebody was climbing the steps up to the Owlery. Harriet could hear two familiar voices arguing, coming closer and closer. "— that's blackmail, that is, we could get into a lot of trouble for that —" George said cautiously. "— we've tried being polite; it's time to play dirty, like him. He wouldn't like the Ministry of Magic knowing what he did —" said Fred hotly. "I'm telling you, if you put that in writing, it's blackmail!" George cautioned. "Yeah, and you won't be complaining if we get a nice fat payoff, will you?" said Fred in a tone that indicated he was close to snapping over whatever situation they were talking about. The Owlery door banged open. And Fred and George came over the threshold, then froze at the sight of Harriet, Ron, and Hermione.
"What're you doing here?" Ron and Fred said at the same time. "Sending a letter," said Harriet and George in unison. "What, at this time?" said Hermione and Fred. Fred grinned. "Fine — we won't ask you what you're doing, if you don't ask us," he said. He was holding a sealed envelope in his hands. Harriet glanced at it, but Fred, whether accidentally or on purpose, shifted his hand so that the name on it was covered. "Well, don't let us hold you up," Fred said, making a mock bow and pointing at the door.
Ron didn't move. "Who're you blackmailing?" he said. The grin vanished from Fred's face. Harriet saw George half glance at Fred, before smiling at Ron. "Don't be stupid, I was only joking," he said easily. "Didn't sound like that," said Ron. Fred and George looked at each other. Then Fred said abruptly, "I've told you before, Ron, keep your nose out if you like it the shape it is. Can't see why you would, but —" Harriet wanted to pinch the bridge of her nose over the situation. "It's my business if you're blackmailing someone," said Ron. "George's right, you could end up in serious trouble for that."
"Told you, I was joking," said George. He walked over to Fred, pulled the letter out of his hands, and began attaching it to the leg of the nearest barn owl. "You're starting to sound a bit like our dear older brother, you are, Ron. Carry on like this and you'll be made a prefect." Harriet looked at Ron then, actually able to see him with a prefect's badge. Thinking it would only take a year, since the current Gryffindor prefects were seventh years. "No, I won't!" said Ron hotly. George carried the barn owl over to the window and it took off. George turned around and grinned at Ron. "Well, stop telling people what to do then. See you later." He and Fred left the Owlery. Harriet, Ron, and Hermione stared at one another. "You don't think they know something about all this, do you?" Hermione whispered. "About Crouch and everything?"
"No," said Harriet. "If it was something that serious, they'd tell someone. They'd tell Dumbledore." Ron, however, was looking uncomfortable. "What's the matter?" Hermione asked him. "Well . . ." said Ron slowly, "I dunno if they would. They're . . . they're obsessed with making money lately, I noticed it when I was hanging around with them — when — you know —" He seemed unsure how to phrase what he wanted to say. "We weren't talking." Harriet finished the sentence for him. "Yeah, but blackmail . . ." She couldn't see it, there was another missing puzzle piece they needed to understand the situation.
"It's this joke shop idea they've got," said Ron. "I thought they were only saying it to annoy Mum, but they really mean it, they want to start one. They've only got a year left at Hogwarts, they keep going on about how it's time to think about their future, and Dad can't help them, and they need gold to get started." Hermione was looking uncomfortable now. "Yes, but . . . they wouldn't do anything against the law to get gold." she said, her tone unsure. As if she could see Fred and George breaking laws to get the gold they'd need for their joke shop.
"Wouldn't they?" said Ron, looking skeptical. "I dunno . . . they don't exactly mind breaking rules, do they?" Harriet had to admit, he did have a point. "Yes, but this is the *law,*" said Hermione, looking scared. "This isn't some silly school rule. . . . They'll get a lot more than detention for blackmail! Ron . . . maybe you'd better tell Percy. . . ." Harriet didn't think that was a good idea. "Are you mad?" said Ron. "Tell Percy? He'd probably do a Crouch and turn them in." He stared at the window through which Fred and George's owl had departed, then said, "Come on, let's get some breakfast."
"D'you think it's too early to go and see Professor Moody?" Hermione said as they went down the spiral staircase. "Yes," said Harriet. "He'd probably blast us through the door if we wake him at the crack of dawn; he'll think we're trying to attack him while he's asleep. Let's give it till break." History of Magic had rarely gone so slowly. Harriet kept checking Ron's watch, having finally discarded her own, but Ron's was moving so slowly she could have sworn it had stopped working too. All three of them were so tired they could happily have put their heads down on the desks and slept; even Hermione wasn't taking her usual notes, but was sitting with her head on her hand, gazing at Professor Binns with her eyes out of focus.
When the bell finally rang, they hurried out into the corridors toward the Dark Arts classroom and found Professor Moody leaving it. He looked as tired as they felt. The eyelid of his normal eye was drooping, giving his face an even more lopsided appearance than usual. "Professor Moody?" Harriet called as they made their way toward him through the crowd. "Hello, Potter," growled Moody. His magical eye followed a couple of passing first years, who sped up, looking nervous; it rolled into the back of Moody's head and watched them around the corner before he spoke again.
"Come in here." He stood back to let them into his empty classroom, limped in after them, and closed the door. "Did you find him?" Harriet asked without preamble. "Mr. Crouch?" Hoping for some level of news on the situation. "No," said Moody. He moved over to his desk, sat down, stretched out his wooden leg with a slight groan, and pulled out his hip flask. "Did you use the map?" Harriet said. "Of course," said Moody, taking a swig from his flask. "Took a leaf out of your book, Potter. Summoned it from my office into the forest. He wasn't anywhere on there."
"So he did Disapparate?" said Ron. "You can't Disapparate on the grounds, Ron!" said Hermione. "There are other ways he could have disappeared, aren't there, Professor?" Harriet started thinking, cross referencing methods for disappearing with what she knew about the map. Moody's magical eye quivered as it rested on Hermione. "You're another one who might think about a career as an Auror," he told her. "Mind works the right way, Granger." Hermione flushed pink with pleasure. "Well, he wasn't invisible," said Harriet. "The map shows invisible people. He must've left the grounds, then."
"But under his own steam?" said Hermione eagerly, "or because someone made him?" It was a fair question. "Yeah, someone could've — could've pulled him onto a broom and flown off with him, couldn't they?" said Ron quickly, looking hopefully at Moody as if he too wanted to be told he had the makings of an Auror. "We can't rule out kidnap," growled Moody. "So," said Ron, "d'you reckon he's somewhere in Hogsmeade?" Harriet doubted that, too many prying eyes in the village. "Could be anywhere," said Moody, shaking his head. "Only thing we know for sure is that he's not here." He yawned widely, so that his scars stretched, and his lopsided mouth revealed a number of missing teeth. Then he said, "Now, Dumbledore's told me you three fancy yourselves as investigators, but there's nothing you can do for Crouch. The Ministry'll be looking for him now, Dumbledore's notified them. Potter, you just keep your mind on the third task."
"What?" said Harriet. "Oh yeah . . ." She hadn't given the maze a single thought since she'd left it with Krum the previous night. "Should be right up your street, this one," said Moody, looking up at Harriet and scratching his scarred and stubbly chin. "From what Dumbledore's said, you've managed to get through stuff like this plenty of times. Broke your way through a series of obstacles guarding the Sorcerer's Stone in your first year, didn't you?"
"We helped," Ron said quickly. "Me and Hermione helped." Moody grinned. "Well, help her practice for this one, and I'll be very surprised if she doesn't win," said Moody. "In the meantime . . . constant vigilance, Potter. Constant vigilance." He took another long draw from his hip flask, and his magical eye swiveled onto the window. The topmost sail of the Durmstrang ship was visible through it. "You two," counseled Moody, his normal eye on Ron and Hermione, "you stick close to Potter, all right? I'm keeping an eye on things, but all the same . . . you can never have too many eyes out."