Sunday, November 1, 1994 - Morning
“Why did you expel Harry?” Professor McGonagall barked out at the assembled Gryffindors.
Hermione (in tears): “I tried to stop them, but they wouldn’t listen.”
Ginny (red faced angry): “They pushed Hermione and me into a dormitory and held us there until after the vote.”
Neville: “As soon as we got back to the common room, Ron and Finnegan started shouting that Harry had done something evil and dark to get himself made a champion.”
Fred: “It was organised. The prefects got the quidditch team in a corner and held us at wand point until it was over.”
George: “The sixth-year prefects had the expulsion notice already drawn up. They wanted to do this for a long time.”
Ron (red faced angry): “Shut-up you! He had it coming. He gets everything and I got nothing.”
Fred: “You’re a prat Ron. Harry is a hero, not you! If we took a vote right now it wouldn’t pass. George and I talked to people last night after Harry was kicked out and we got them to calm down.”
A phoenix patronus dived towards the table, the headmasters voice came out of it; “Professor McGonagall, please come to my office immediately.”
McGonagall spoke to all the Gryffindors: “If Harry isn’t back in Gryffindor by tonight, your lives won’t be worth living.”
As Professor McGonagall rushed from the hall, two ministry owls flew in and presented heavy parchment scrolls to Hermione and Ginny.
Ginny: “Wow! I never get official parchments. What is this?”
Hermione opened her scroll: “It’s an invitation to a meeting at the ministry; at the Registration Office.”
Ginny opened her scroll: “I got one too. It doesn’t look like an invitation. It’s an order to appear at a meeting. They don’t say what it is about.”
Ginny held Hermione back as they walked back to the common room: “Hermione, I want to ask you something. I’ve noticed you putting your hand to your throat all the time, like you are touching something there. Are you feeling all right?”
Hermione looked at Ginny with widening eyes: “I’ve noticed you doing the same thing. I can’t see anything there, but I feel like something light is tied around my throat. It feels good, but I am conscious that it is there all the time.”
Ginny looked straight ahead: “I feel it too. Something light but firm and not moving. I never liked anything around my throat before. I didn’t like scarfs or anything like that. I keep my school ties very loose. This is different and it makes me feel happy. This is weird; good, but weird.”
The young ladies hurried out to spend their last day as Gryffindors.
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