Harry's P.O.V
I walked up to the common room, Neville following behind.
Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan has reaches the dormitories first and were in the process if covering their beds with posters and photographs. They were talking before I opened the door, but stopped abruptly when they saw me. I wondered wether or not they were talking about me, or if I was just being paranoid.
Probably just being paranoid.
"Hi." I said while walking over to my trunk and opening it. God, I was glad to be back.
"Hey, Harry." Said Dean. He was putting in his pajama's, which I was planning to do. "Good summer?" He asked.
If only he knew. "Not bad." I muttered. What had really happened was too much to let put to them now. "You?"
"Yeah, it was okay," chuckled Dean, "Better than Seamus' I reckon. He was just telling me."
They could've easily talked about that in front of me. They were lying.
"Why? What happened?" Neville, who was also getting ito his pajamas, asked.
Seamus didn't answer right away. I wondered if he was going to tell us at all. After making sure the poster he was hanging was strait, he said, "Me mam didn't want me to come off."
I new almost immediately. It's because of Dumbledore and I. I wanted to hear it from him, so I asked, "What?" I pulled off my robes in the act of putting on my pajamas.
"She didn't want me to come back to Hogwarts." I know the feelig. The Dursleys never want me to come back.
"But -- why?" Neville asked. Seamus pulled on his pants and did not answer until he had them fastened.
"Well," he said slowly, "I suppose... because of you, Harry." I took a deep ragged breath. I knew it.
"What d'you mean?" I asked, a little harsher than I would've liked. This was my friend. For sure he didn't think the same as his mother.
"Well," said Seamus again, avioding my eyes, "she... er... well, it's not just you. It's Dumbledore too." I ground my teeth together. I wasn't one to have a temper, that's Jo, but this is a touchy subject.
"She believes the Daily Prophet?" I asked. "She thinks Jo and I are liars and Dumbledore is an old fool?"
Seamus looked up at me. "Yeah, something like that."
I didn't say anything. I threw my wand onto my bed and stuffed my robes into my trunk angrily, pulling on my pajamas. I'm so sick of it. Sick of people talking about Jo and I. Sick of being stared at. All of it. If any of them knew. If any of them were there when -- when it happened. If any of them knew what it was like to be the one that all these things happened to. His mom has no idea. She has no idea at all.
I laid in bed and started to pull the hanging closed around me. Before I could fo so, Seamus asked, "Look... what did happen that night when... you know, when... with Cedric Diggory and all?"
Seamus sounded nervous and eager. Dean, who was bending over to get something ot of his trunk, went oddly still. I knew that he was listening hard.
"What are you asking me for?" I snapped. Now I am angry. "Just read the Daily Prophet like your mum, why don't you? That'll tell you all that you need to know."
"Don't you have a go at my mother." Seamus said forcefully.
"I'll have a go at anyone who calls Jo and I a lair!"
"Don't you talk to me like that!"
"I'll talk to you how I want!" I said while snatching my wand from my bed. I suddenly respected Jo's temper, because it seemed to be seeping thtough me. "If you've got a problem sharing a dormitory with me, fo ask McGonagall if you can be moved, stop your mummy worrying --"
"You leave my mother out of this, Potter!"
"What's going on?"
Ron had come back from Prefect duties or whatever. He looked from me and my wand to Seamus and his fists with wide eyes.
"He's having a go at my mother!" Seamus yelled.
"What?" Ron said. "Harry wouldn't do that. We met your mother, we liked her..." His eyes wandered to me questioningly.
"That was before she started believing every word the Daily Prophet writes!" I protested loudly.
"Oh." Ron said, realizinc the situation at hand.
"You know what?" Seamus said, glaring at me. I stared coldly back at him. "He's right, I don't want to share a dormitory with him anymore. He's a madman!"
Rons ears went red. "That's out of order, Seamus."
"Out of order, am I?" Shouted Seamus. "You believe all the rubbish je's come out with about You-Know-Who, do you, reckon he's telling the truth."
"Yeah, I do!" Ron said angrily. I was glad to have him on my side.
"Then you're mad too!" Seamus said in disgust.
"Yeah? Well unfortunalty for you, pal, I'm also a prefect! So unless you want detention, watch your mouth!" I could've kissed Ron, because Seamus vaulted into bed and pulled the hangings with such violence that they were ripped from the bed and fell in a pile to the floor. I smirked.
Ron looked to Dean and Neville and angrily said, "Anyone elses parents got a problem with Harry?"
"My parents are Muggles, mate. They don't know nothing about no deaths at Hogwarts, because I'm not stupid enough to tell them." Said Dean with a shrug.
"You don't know my mother. She'll weasel anything out of anyone! Anyways, your parents don't get the Daily Prophet, they don't know our headmaster's been sacked from the Wizengamot and the International Confederation of Wizards because he's loosing his marbles --" Neville cut him off.
"My gran says that's rubbish. She says it's the Daily Prophet that's going downhill, not Dumbledore. She's cancelled her subscription. We believe Harry. My gran always said You-Know-Who would come back one day. She says if Dumbledore says he's back, he's back." Neville climbed under the covers of his bed.
I fekt a wave of gratitude wash over me toward Neville. Nobody else said anything. Seamus got out his wand and repaired fhe bed hangings, and vanished behind them. Both Neville and Dean were in bed and had fell silent.
I laid onto my pillows and watched Ron bustling around preparing for bed.
I frlt upset from my argument. Seamus is a close friend and I've always liked him very much. And never have I had a fight with him. How many more people were going to suggest that I'm lying or that the truth is rubbish?
They'll know we're right in the end. I know it. Ron got into bed and blew out the last candle lit, englufing me in darkness.
How many more attacks like Seamus's will Jo and I have to endure before the truth becamd clear?
Hope you enjoyed! Sorry it isn't indented, I wrote it on my phone. Love you all and remember the magic. ♥ - Rebeka
