The Other Potter: Book 6

YAY FOOD!

We sat down in the great hall, and I literally fell asleep during the sorting.

“Willow, come on, wake up!”

“But ‘Mione, I’m hungry. Can you feed me?” I yawned.

“Harry’s missing!” Hermione said anxiously.

She didn’t answer my question.

“He’ll turn up.” I said in a soothing tone. Well, as soothing as someone who just had a nap can be. “Ah, here he is and – he’s bloody.”

“What?” Hermione said turning to see Harry walking swiftly towards us.

“He’s bloody....” I repeated, looking at him.

His face was covered in blood. He wasn’t in his school uniform. And Snape, who I noticed had just reappeared at the table was looking very smug about something.

“Where’ve you — blimey, what’ve you done to your face?” said Ron, staring at him.

“Why, what’s wrong with it?” said Harry, grabbing a spoon to see his reflection.

“You’re covered in blood!” said Hermione. “Come here —” She raised her wand, said “Tergeo!” and siphoned off the dried blood.

“Thanks,” said Harry. “How’s my nose looking?

“Normal,” said Hermione anxiously. “Why shouldn’t it? Harry, what happened? We’ve been terrified!”

“I wasn’t, I was sleepy.” I said to him.

“Good to know Wils.” He smiled at me. “But I’ll tell you later,”

“But —” said Hermione.

“Not now, Hermione,” Harry said finally.

A moment passed and dessert appeared on the table, and they had a block of chocolate in front of me.

I ate the whole thing.

I disgust myself.

Yet...I’m proud...

“You missed the Sorting, anyway,” said Hermione, as Ron dived for a large chocolate gateau.

“Don’t worry, so did I.” I added. “I fell asleep.”

“Hat say anything interesting?” asked Harry, taking a piece of treacle tart, and smiling at me.

He’s awfully brotherly this evening.

“More of the same, really . . . advising us all to unite in the face enemies, you know.”

“Dumbledore mentioned Voldemort at all?”

“Not yet, but he always saves his proper speech for after the feast doesn’t he? It can’t be long now.”

“Snape said Hagrid was late for the feast —”

“You’ve seen Snape? How come?” said Ron between frenzied mouthfuls of gateau.

“Bumped into him,” said Harry evasively.

“Su-ure.” I smirked at him, and he smiled at me again.

“Hagrid was only a few minutes late,” said Hermione. “Look, he’s waving at you, Harry.”

And sure enough Hagrid was waving enthusiastically at us.

“HI HAGGERS!” I shouted across the hall, and I saw, with satisfaction, that McGonagall face-palmed at me.

 “So what did Professor Slughorn want?” Hermione asked me.

“To talk about my awesomeness.” I said with confidence and the trio laughed.