𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 || Harry J. Potter [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 11 ✎

"Sorry Dracey, girl problems."
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Third Person POV

They stepped off the stone staircase at the top, and Professor McGonagall knocked on the door. It opened silently, and they entered. Professor McGonagall told Harry and Jilly to wait and left them there, alone.

They looked around. One thing was certain, of all the teachers'offices that they had visited so far this year, Jilly had visited all of them except Dumbledores, due to her love for trouble, Dumbledore's office was by far the most interesting.

If they hadn't been scared out of their wits that they were about to be thrown out of school, they would have been very pleased to have a chance to look around it.

It was a large and beautiful circular room, full of funny little noises. Several curious silver instruments stood on spindle-legged tables, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke. The walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses, all of whom were snoozing gently in their frames. There was also an enormous, claw-footed desk, and, sitting on a shelf behind it, a shabby, tattered wizard's hat - the Sorting Hat.

Harry hesitated. He cast a wary eye around the sleeping witches and wizards on the walls. Surely it couldn't hurt if he took the hat down and tried it on again? Just to see... just to make sure it had put him in the right House.

He walked quietly around the desk, lifted the hat from its shelf, and lowered it slowly onto his head.

"Harry?? What are you doing?!" Jilly whisper-shouted.

It was much too large and slipped down over his eyes, just as it had done the last time he'd put it on. Harry stared at the black inside of the hat, waiting. Then a small voice said in his ear, "Bee in your bonnet, Harry Potter?"

"Er, yes," Harry muttered. "Er- sorry to bother you- I wanted to ask-"

"You've been wondering whether I put you in the right House," said the hat smartly. "Yes...you were particularly difficult to place. But I stand by what I said before-" Harry's heart leapt.
"-You would have done well in Slytherin-"

Harry's stomach plummeted. He grabbed the point of the hat and pulled it off. It hung limply in his hand, grubby and faded. Harry pushed it back onto its shelf, feeling sick.

"You're wrong," he said aloud to the still and silent hat. It didn't move. Harry backed away, watching it.

"So this is what you've also been worried about.." Jilly mumbled as realization dawned on her.

Then a strange, gagging noise behind them made the duo wheel around.

They weren't alone after all. Standing on a golden perch behind the door was a decrepit-looking bird that resembled a half-plucked turkey.

Harry stared at it and the bird looked balefully back, making its gagging noise again. Harry thought it looked very ill. Its eyes were dull and, even as Harry watched, a couple more feathers fell out of its tail.

Jilly let out a gasp as she saw the bird, and rushed over to it. She wanted to comfort it right before it died. She had read about Phoenix's, they always come back from their ashes. She just didn't want the bird to be alone.

Harry was just thinking that all he needed was for Dumbledore's pet bird to die while he was alone in the office with it when the bird burst into flames.

Harry yelled in shock and backed away from the desk.

"It's alright Harry!" Jilly tried to explain but Harry wasn't listening.