Sinking like a stone {Hiatus}

Chapter 9: Halloween

Hopes POV (continued)

“Well, maybe you’re just insane” I responded. He raised an eyebrow.

    “I assure you, that Harry Potter the boy who lives isn’t insane” Harry replied. A small smile was shown on his face. I smiled slightly, and then Madam Pomfrey told us that I was ready to go. We walked down the corridors, past Seamus Finnigan who was talking to Dean Thomas.

    “Are you sure you were ok? You didn’t seem like that, Hope. Just like Harry said, you’re not fooling me or him” Grace muttered into my ear.

    “Caught on, have you? Took you long enough” I murmured. She looked at me confused like.

“Nothing, just complementing the lake” I said with no emotion in my voice.

She shrugged, and we walked to the Great Hall for lunch. We sat down beside each other. Grace was in between me and Harry, sitting beside Ron Weasley, who had Emily Rose laughing at him for eating too much.  

Harry’s POV

I wasn’t that hungry, so I only ate two chicken strips. I watched Ron shove chicken strips into his mouth, but my eyes were mostly focused on a professor, sitting beside Professor McGonagall.  His name was Professor Quirrell. He wore a long robe, with a purple turban. For some odd reason I don’t think I could trust him. He seemed suspicious like. I’m guessing that Professor Snape agrees with me, because he wasn’t eating a lot, he was just giving his usual odd look at the Quirrell. I pushed the odd feeling behind my mind, and looked down at the food sitting on my plate.

After lunch, it was time for potions class with Professor Snape. Me, Grace, and Hope grabbed our books, and walked down the corridors. When we got there, I saw Grace eyes on Malfoy, who was talking with Crabbe and Goyle. We sat down beside each other, and everyone was silent until Professor Snape entered the room. He stood in front of us. I took out my quill, and dipped it inside the ink, writing some notes down. He was talking about the most common deaths.

“Mr. Potter” someone said softly. Grace elbowed me, and I looked up.

“Our newest celebrity” I heard Professor Snape’s voice. I shut my book and put my quill down, staring up at him. I could hear Malfoy’s faint snickers behind us. Hope shot him a nasty look. Grace rolled her eyes at him.

“Mr. Potter, tell me what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?” I  shrugged.

 “Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?” he commanded, and immediately Graces hand shot up, as if she had studied all of this before class.

 “I don’t know, sir” I responded again, shaking my head.

 “Pity. Clearly fame isn’t everything, is it Mr. Potter?” he said gloomily.

 After Potions class, Grace and I went to the Great Hall to do our homework. Meanwhile, Hope decided to leave us and go to the library. Grace took out her Charms books, and stared through them, while I was flipping through my Potions book. I was wondering what Hope was doing inside the library.

 About few hours later, we went back to the common room to drop all of our stuff at our dormitory’s. We walked back to the Great Hall for dinner. Hope was not with me and Grace. I wonder where she was. During Dumbledores announcements someone bursted from the Great Hall’s doors. It was Professor Quirrell. What did he want now?

 “TROLL! IN THE DUNGEON!” he shrieked. Dumbledore and the teachers immediately stood up from their seats.

 “Just thought you oughta know” Quirrell said, then he fainted. Everyone dropped their food and started to scream, making their ways to the Great Halls doors.