Silent Love (Harry Potter Love Story)

Chapter 26

“How’s Hogsmeade?” I asked.
 
“The post office! It’s about 200 owls, all sitting on color coded shelves, depending on how fast you want your letter to go!” said Hermione. I laugh.
 
“What?” Hermione asks.
 
“You’re going to Hogsmeade and the first thing you tell me it’s the post office?” I ask.
 
“Honeyduke’s is brilliant! Sugar Quills, Flaming Whizbees and blood flavored lollipops for Halloween!” Ron says very excited.
 
“But I mean, after a while, it got a bit boring. Don’t you think?” Hermione says when she sees Harry’s face, definitely dissapointed.
 
Ron realizes it. “Huh. Oh, yeah, dead depressing, hang on, I almost forgot, I got you something wicked at Dervish and Banges. It’s a pocket sneakoscope,” Ron says.
 
“I’m glad you had a good time. Really. And thank’s for this,” says Harry.
 
As Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I climb the stairs, we find a crowd gathering on the Seventh Floor landing.
 
“What’s the hold up? Only Neville ever forgets the password,” says Ron
 
“Hey!” Neville says and stands behind us.
 
“Sorry Neville!” Ron says.
 
Then, Ginny comes
 
“The fat lady,, she’s gone,” says Ginny.
 
“What do you mean by gone?” I ask.
 
“Probably stuffing her face with the apples in that still life on the second floor again,” says Ron.
 
“Not funny Ron,” Hermione glares at him
 
“No, you don’t undertand,” Ginny says.
 
Then, we see the fat lady’s portrait has been slashed viciously, great strips of canvas hanging from the frame.
 
“Mr. Filch. Round up the ghosts. Tell them to search every painting in the castles for the Fat Lady,” says Dumbledore.
 
“There’ll no need for ghosts, Professor..” Filch extend a crooked finger. High up, near the ceiling, the Fat Lady cowers in a portrait not her own, trembling.
 
“Dear lady, who did this to you?” asks Dumbledore.
 
“Eyes like the Devil he’s got. And a soul as dark as his name. It was him, headmaster, the one they talk about. He’s here, somewhere in the castles,” Fat Lady says.
 
“Who’s it?” asks Dumbledore.
 
“Sirius Black,” I whispers.
 
“That’s right, Sirius Black,” Fat Lady says.
 
“Secure the castle, Mr. Filch. The rest of you.. to great Hall,” says Dumbledore.
 
“How do you know it’s Sirius Black,” Harry asks.
 
“The one that everybody’s been talking about. Who else?” I says.
 
“He’s going to kill me, is he?” Harry asks.
 
“At least tonight you still alive,” I say. Harry laughs.
 
“Just go to the great hall then,” Harry says. And we go to the great hall.