Resorted

Chapter Seven

Hey Padfoot, how are you?" I asked this normally and every answer I got was:
"I'm good but enough about me..." It was annoying at first but now every time I hear it I question what's actually happening.
"Have you found anything about Umbridge yet?"
"She's been a trusted advisor at the ministry for years, but she took a while off when you said Voldemort was back. Keep your guard up around her Prongslet, I think you're right." He wisely told me. I was going to anyway but, the reassurance I'm doing somthing right helps.
"Oh and also, Hermione, Dr-and I are going to start a group to learn defensive spells. We don't know what to call it yet though, it's a bit like what Dumbeldore did with the Order of The Pheonix." His face lit up so he clearly liked the idea of it.

"Brilliant idea Harry! Why don't you call it like Dumbeldore's Army as you are doing this from the Order idea. Do you have a time, place, people, you know that sort of thing?" Sirius asked me so I told him about the Room Of Requirement, the people who weren't in Slytherin but Millicent and Blaise then the meeting at Hogs Head. "Amazing Prongslet! And you're the teacher? Mind you, you do know quite a bit for a young age." We carried on talking like that for ages until Fred and George snuck up behind me placing one of their invisible hat hair things on me.

It reached the weekend and it was time for Hogsmeade: the picturesque village of little thatched cottages and shops, with enchanted candles hanging in trees and the area by the shrieking shack. "You think anyone else is gonna turn up?" Hermione asked nervously then Blaise took her hand.
"Don't worry about it, you have me, Pansy, Luna and Draco." As soon as Blaise ended his sentence everyone rushed into the Hogs Head; and I don't think the barman has ever had this many customers. Flint made his way to the counter and ordered a round of butter bears. I don't think Ron wanted to be here, he was scowling at how close Blaise and Hermione had got and never looked me directly in the eyes.

"Right, well then, thank you all for coming. I guess we'll go through what-" Hermione was rudely interrupted.
"Is it true You-know-who is back?" Cho's friend asked and I simply replied yes, which lead to another question from a Hufflepuff called Zacharias Smith. " where's the proof?" He said in a rather aggressive voice.
"Well, Dumbeldore believes it-" Hermione began.
"You mean Dumbledore believes...Him?" The boy said, nodding at Harry.

"Who are you?" Draco said kind of ruder than normal.
"Zacharias Smith." The boy said, "and I think we've got the right to know exactly what makes him say You-know-who is back."
"Look you little Hufflepuff-" said Draco, intervening swiftly.
"It's OK, Draco," I said.

It just dawned on me why so many people were there. I though Hermione should have seen this coming. Some of these people- maybe even most of them- had turned up with hopes of hearing Harry's story first hand.

"What makes me say Voldemorts back?" I said the name and some shrieked while others flinched. I was looking Zacharias in the face the entire time, "I saw him. But Dumbeldore told the whole school what happened last year, and if you don't believe him, you won't believe me, and I'm not wasting an afternoon trying to convince anyone."
Zachary said dismissively, "All Dumbledore told us was that Credric Diggory got killed by You-know-who and that you brought Diggory's body back to Hogwarts. He didn't give us details, he didn't tell us exactly how Cedric got murdered and I think we'd all like to know-"
"If you've come to hear exactly what it looks like when Voldemort kills someone I can't help you." My temper, always close to boiling point, was getting the best of me as I moved to Zacharias but Draco pulled me into the seat by him. "I am not talking about Cedric Diggory alright? If that's all you've came here for then go." I asserted. Nobody moved though.

"Look, this is a chance to learn about things this school isn't preparing us for. We need to be prepared for what is out there, reading a textbook from the eighteen hundreds isn't going to do much." Draco said to them all. He was still feared through the school, so everyone shut up and didn't fidget.