The feast was fantastic. Ron and I kept piling things up on our plates. Then there was pudding. The variety was much larger and I realized they must be for Death Eater Boy.
I also saw there was now a fire in the Great Hall. Now that I think of it, it looked like he was burning a portion of his food before eating. Some kind of evil ritual, perhaps?
I mentioned it to Fred. "Quite possible for it to be a ritual, Harry, but I doubt it is evil. It might be a tradition at his old school." "Perhaps." I mutter.
I combed my fingers through my hair and made for the Great Hall.
I had one word to descibe Hogwarts: unbelievable. When I told Hermione that, she laughed. "It is, isn't it? I remember my first year. The paintings and the staircases freaked me out as first, but I soon got used to them."
I had to agree. The staircases were pretty creepy. Most of them moved around to head to different places. Some had fake steps so that you had to remember to jump and others had steps dissapearing ramdomly.
And then there was the doors. Some were only walls, pretending. Then you had some you had to ask nicely before they opened, give passwords, or tickle.
And finally the paintings. They moved. They actually moved. Even though Hermione said you get used to it, I couldn't get used to the idea of being watched 24/7 by a flipping picture.
I rushed into the hall and joined Hermione and Ginny. They were holding what I assumed was their scedules.
"Hi, Perce!" Ginny said as I reached them. I smiled. "Hey, Gin. Mione." I sat down and Hermione handed me a scedule. "It's yours." "Thanks."
I wish I could tell you it was readable, that somehow in Hogwarts my dyslexia didn't work. But as usual, the words blurred on the page. "Oh good, you have the same as me." Hermione said.
"Uh, Hermione, what is our scedule?" I asked, feeling dumb. "You can't read?" She asked. I shook my head. "No, I can, but I have dyslexia. It's hard."
Her lips formed a perfect 'o' as I said that. As if she now understood something. Annabeth does that as well. Too bad IMing doesn't work at Hogwarts.
"Well, our first class is potions. With Professor Snape. He has it in for us Griffindors. Always has. I don't think I even saw him smile once in four years."
I frowned. "That guy seriously needs some smiling lessons from Leo." I said. Ginny looked curious. "Who's Leo?" "A friend of mine." I answered. And my cousin. I added silently.
I rushed down to the Great Hall, Ron on my heels. We overslept. And considering that this is the first day of school, we aren't making the best impression.
I was angry. Seamus said last night that his mother didn't want him to return... because of me. Because I 'lied'.
Unbelievable. Will no one believe that Voldemort is back? And that Jackson in his grandson?
As we enter the Great Hall, I can see Death Eater Boy saying something to Hermione and Ginny... And they both laugh. "It is not fair." I hear Ron whisper.
"They are supposed to be laughing at our jokes, not Jackson's." "Perhaps he's just really good at telling them." I say.
I don't have enough evidence to say Death Eater Boy will kill me. I have none. And he has never done something directly to hurt me, Ron, Hermione, Ginny or the teachers.
And he hasn't even blown Hogwarts up yet.
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