Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [59]
“I know what you did Harry Potter, I know what you did… unless you want to be in trouble, I suggest to undo your wrong…”
CHAPTER 13- Animals
Harry couldn’t sleep all that night. He was awake, thinking about, and looking at the note. Who sent it? How much did they know? What were they going to do to him? Finally, at around three o’ clock in the morning, he decided he would tell Ron and Hermione. After all, they already knew about the Order of the Phoenix, he might as well tell them this too. They might be able to help him.
So finally, at around six in the morning, when breakfast was just being served, Harry got up from bed, got dressed, and went downstairs. He was the only one there for quite a while. Then at around seven, people started coming down. Among them were Ron and Hermione.
“Wha- wha- what are you doing down here so early Harry?” yawned Ron. “It’s the weekend… sleep in.”
“Oh, I couldn’t sleep,” said Harry. Ron and Hermione sat down on either side of him and started on their breakfast.
“Why couldn’t you sleep?” asked Ron, eating some eggs.
“Because of this,” said Harry, slapping the note onto the table. Ron and Hermione lazily looked at the note, not expecting much. However, once they realized what the note said, Ron dropped his fork, and Hermione choked on her waffle.
“What? What do they mean Harry?” asked Hermione after she drank some juice, recovering from her choking incident.
“Well, I have a theory about what it’s on…” started Harry. He still hadn’t told them that he had stolen Fawkes, and was planning on not telling them. But, now, it appeared he had no choice. He told them about how he and Mrs. Figg had sneaked into Dumbledore’s office, he had copied Fawkes, and then taken the original. Then how they snuck out, while Harry saw Tci down the hall.
“Well, why don’t you ask Tci about it?” asked Hermione.
“I did, he said he didn’t know anything about it!” responded Harry.
“Well, there must have been someone else there that saw you,” said Ron.
“Yeah, but, how can I find out who?” asked Harry.
“I know!” said Hermione. “Give it to Professor Flitwick, and then he can perform a Grapholo Charm to see who wrote it and-” her excited speech was cut off by Harry,
“Hermione! I can’t show this to a teacher! They’ll ask who I think I got it from, and why I think I got it, and then they’ll know I stole Fawkes!”
“Well… then I don’t know what you should do Harry. Except… of course! Go to Mrs. Figg!” Harry was in shock and surprise that he hadn’t thought of that. Arabella was the only adult that Harry could talk to about this problem, except for Sirius and Lupin, of course, but they were in Azkaban.
“Excellent idea Hermione! I’ll go to her right now!” Harry shoved the last bit of his muffin into his mouth, and then dashed out of the Great Hall, and to Mrs. Figg’s office. He arrived there soon, and entered. Mrs. Figg was sitting at her desk, grading some papers. The PainBalls from his last class were in a box next to her on the desk.
“What is it Harry?” asked Mrs. Figg. She immediately looked up at him. He reached into his pocket, and took out the note.
“I think someone knows we stole Fawkes, Arabella,” said Harry plainly. Mrs. Figg sat up, and walked over to him, becoming paler with each step. When she arrived at Harry, she looked like Nearly Headless Nick.
“Wha- what do you mean Harry? How could… how?” she stuttered. Harry just offered her the note, and she grabbed it from his hand. She glanced over it quickly and handed it back to Harry, looking positively terrified.
“I got another one just like it a few days ago, after I won the Quidditch match,” said Harry, just adding to the terror on Arabella’s face.
“Do you think you know who- who wrote this Harry?” asked Arabella.
“Well, when we left Dumbledore’s office that night we stole Fawkes, I saw Tci in the hallway.”
“Did you