The Story Of Sorah - Of Slytherin Descent Series

Chapter Seventeen

It was currently January sixth, and I was sitting with Harry at lunch in the Great Hall.., AKA the first time I got to talk to him since the start of this term, and I still had to tell Harry that I was related to Voldemort.  "I can't believe that you got a Firebolt for Christmas, and McGonagall took it away from you!" I exclaimed while stuffing my sandwich in my mouth, Harry shrugged. 

Ron, who was sitting right next to me, nodded in agreement. "Sorah's right, Harry." Harry gave Ron a look and I rolled my eyes. 

"I guess I will beat you guys at quidditch." I said smugly. Ron scowled. 

"I can't believe Hermione would tell Mcgonagall!" Ron grumbled. "I mean, first her cat ate my rat, and now this! Is she trying to make my life miserable?" Harry blinked, then looked at me, I sighed and shook my head. 

"So, Sorah, how was your Christmas?" Harry asked, thankfully changing the subject. I smiled. 

"Really good." I replied, then, I lifted my wrist, showing the charm bracelet. "I really love this." Harry's face flushed as he ducked his head. Ron, who was oblivious to all of this, was watching Severus. 

"Hey," Ron said after a minute. "Snape's looking at you." I looked at Ron, then at the teachers table, only to see Severus looking at his own plate. "He was a minute ago." 

"Hm." I said as I went back to eating. "He was in a pretty sour mood when he saw you got me a present." I told Harry. Ron looked at me. 

"Harry got you a present?" I nodded and held up my wrist to show off my bracelet. I yawned and looked at my watch... Potions was in ten minutes. 

"I need to go find Nev." I told them, getting up from my seat, and sling my bag on my shoulder. "Do you guys want to hang by the lake later?" Ron only shrugged, for he had mashed potato's in his mouth and Harry smiled.

"Sure... and if you were looking for Neville, I think he's sitting by the lake." I nodded and then, walked out of the great hall and ran to the lake. When I finally got there, I saw my friend sitting by the water, looking at the frozen lake. Pulling my jumper closer to me, I started to stomp over the frozen snow and over to the boy who was sitting on a rock. 

I sat on the rock next to him and smiled. "Hi." I said simply. He jumped slightly, then took a glance at me. 

"Hello, Sorah. What bring's you out here?" Neville asked. 

"I just wanted to inform you that Potions start soon, that's all, really..." I looked at him and furrowed my brow. "Is something wrong?" He shrugged. 

"No..." 

"Where's Luna?" I asked him. He winced and I looked at him strangely. "What's wrong?" I asked him, worry seeping into my voice. Neville looked at me and winced.

"Look, don't get mad..." He started, but I cut him off.

"Don't get mad about what?" I asked again. "Neville, what the hell is wrong?" 

"SomeSlytherinshexedLuna." He said in one breath. I furrowed my brow.

"What?" He gave me a look. "No, seriously, what did you say?"

"Some...err Slytherins...hexed Luna... and she is... um, sort of in the... you know, Hospital Wing." I looked at him, and he sort of shrank back. All I was seeing was red. How dare someone did that, How dare they? Luna is my friend. 

"Who were these Slytherins." I grounded out, and Neville gulped. 

"I don't know... Luna wouldn't tell me- Hey! Where are you going?" He asked me as I started to walk away.