the Bet

year 3 part 1

I actually finished this a whole ago, but I forgot to post it... Sorry about that...

   Year 3 part 1

    September 1st, 1993

        Professor McGonagall stood in the great hall. She had just introduced the new first years to the school, but she had further business to attend to. She watched as a mob of students came through the doors, and into the Hall. She spotted three infamous

Gryffindors pushing their way through the crowd of students.
       
“Potter! Granger! I want to see you both!” The trio stopped in their place and the two turned in their place. She could see the clear dismay on Potter’s face as soon as the boy heard her voice call his name.
   
    “There’s no need to look so worried — I just want a word in my office,” she told them. “Move along there, Weasley.”
     
  Weasley starred as Professor McGonagall ushered his best friends away from the chattering crowd; they accompanied her across the entrance hall, up the marble staircase, and along a corridor.

        Once they were in her office- a small room with a large, welcoming fire- McGonagall motioned Potter and Granger to sit down. She sat behind her wand-crafted Cherry wood desk and said abruptly,
     
  “Professor Lupin sent an owl ahead to say that you were taken ill on the train, Potter.”
     
  Potter looked like there was something he would like to say in reply, but before he could, Madam Pomfrey barged in and began to examine the boy as he went red in the face.
     
  “I'm fine,” he insisted, “I don't need anything-”
       
The professor noticed a worried glance or two come from the girl sitting next to him.
     
  “Oh, it’s you, is it?” said Poppy, ignoring the boy’s complaints and instead bending down to stare closely at him. “I suppose you’ve been doing something dangerous again?”
     
  “It was a Dementor, Poppy,” said Minerva. They exchanged a dark look, and Madam Pomfrey clucked disapprovingly. “Setting Dementors around a school,” she muttered, pushing back Potter’s hair and feeling his forehead. “He won’t be the last one who collapses. Yes, he’s all clammy. Terrible things, they are, and the effect they have on people who are already delicate —”
        “I’m not delicate!” said the Potter crossley.
       
“Of course you’re not,” said Poppy absentmindedly, now taking his pulse.
     
  “What does he need?” said Minerva crisply. “Bed rest? Should he perhaps spend tonight in the hospital wing?”
     
   “I’m fine!” said Harry, jumping up. Minerva didn't believe it and she could tell that Poppy didn't either.
       
  “Well, he should have some chocolate, at the very least,” the nurse told the boy.
   
     “I’ve already had some,” said Potter, “Professor Lupin gave me some. He gave it to all of us.” it seemed that Dumbledore had finally made a good decision by giving Remus the job of professor of defense of the dark arts; hopefully he would stay. She remembered when Remus was only a student, making trouble along side James, Peter, and... Black. It felt like only a couple years ago.
     
  “Did he now?” said Madam Pomfrey approvingly. When Remus was a child, after the full moon he would always ask Poppy about all types of remedies for different types of dark creatures and spells. She was glad it wasn't all for nothing.  “So we’ve finally got a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who knows his remedies?”
     
   “Are you sure you feel alright, Potter?” Professor McGonagall said sharply.
     
   “Yes,” said Harry.
     
  “Very well. Kindly wait outside while I have a quick word with Miss Granger about her course schedule, then we can go down to the feast together.”
     
  Potter walked out of Minerva’s office, with Poppy on his tail.
       
Once the two were outside, Minerva turned to the young genius who was looking very disappointed. “Miss Granger, do you know why I called you to my office?”
     
  The girl looked at her feet. “Yes, professor. I chose too many subjects this year and I have to cut some of them out of my schedule.”
     
  The professor chuckled softly at the girl. “You got the first part right.” Granger’s head shot and Minerva saw a face full of hope. Minerva smiled softly. She remembered having the same type of spirit as the girl sitting in front of her.
        
“Over the past two years you have been the best in the class, and I trust that what I am about to tell you, you won't tell anyone. Professor Dumbledore and I have discussed it, and we both believe you are responsible enough to handle what I am about to give you.”
     
  “What is it, professor?”
       
“This.” Minerva opened the drawer to the left of her and pulled out a golden chain with a time turner on the end.
       
  Granger gasped in awe and excitement. “Is that… is that a time turner?”   
   
    “Yes. I suppose you know how they work already.” The girl nodded. “You shall use it to only go to your classes. Nothing else.  You must promise that you won't tell anyone about this. That includes Potter and Weasley. I'm trusting that you won't abuse this privilege that I am giving you.”
     
  Granger shook her head. “Of course not professor.”