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As the day continued on, none of Abel’s classes got any better. The only highlight of her whole day was when Professor Flitwick gave Ravenclaw 15 house points for passing him a box of feathers for the first years to practice on.
When the final class was over, a group of Death Eaters escorted them to the Great Hall for dinner. Abel and Jasmine were walking next to each other with their heads down and their eyes on the ground. Every so often one of the girl’s dared a look up, and as their eyes scanned over the crowd of students, their look was usually returned by either a pitiful glance from a teacher, or a stone cold glare from a Death Eater.
They finally reached the Great Hall, and the group immediately broke apart. Even though nobody said anything, Abel could tell that her fellow classmates were relieved to be there. The two girls walked over to the Ravenclaw table, where Abel found her brother with his friends. She plopped down next to him, while Jasmine sat across the table by Mason.
“How was your day?” Aaron asked, trying to start a conversation. He passed his little sister a roll, who bit into it gratefully.
“Fine.” Said Jasmine.
“It sucked.” Said Abel at the same time.
Aaron smiled and reached for a glass of pumpkin juice.
“How was yours?”
Aaron’s grin grew a little wider. “I think you already know.”
“It sucked.” Abel repeated.
“Yep.”
“So did you guys see the little painting on the fourth floor?” Jasmine smirked. She glanced at Mason, then at Rayner who was sitting on Aaron’s other side.
Aaron barked out a laugh and the others joined in. “Yeah. That little kid’s got some guts to do that.” He said.
Just as they were dishing out food onto their plates, a bunch of owls flew in through the windows overhead. Their heads swiveled back and forth as they looked for the owner. Most of them dropped letters or rolled up packages; the newest edition of either the Quibbler or the Prophet.
A tawny brown owl dove down and dropped a copy of the Quibbler in front of Aaron. He quickly picked up the colorful magazine and unrolled it. Abel looked over her brother’s shoulder, her jaw dropping at the pronounced title.
Break In at Gringotts.
Right underneath the bolded title was a picture of the famous wizarding bank. The glass roof was caved in, and there was rubble everywhere. Goblins and wizards alike were seen running around from the debris.
“Oh my gosh!” Abel looked up at Jasmine, who had seen the cover that another Ravenclaw was holding.
She pulled the magazine out of his hand, and the boy yelped out a ‘hey!’.
“Sorry.” She murmured, flipping open to the page with the article.
Aaron opened his own copy, but before he could even find the right page, Terry Boot jumped up from the Hufflepuff table.
“Harry Potter robbed Gingotts!” He shouted.
Those who didn’t have the copy of the Quibbler suddenly became quiet. Everyone’s eyes fell on the boy as he continued.
“And he rode a dragon out of there!” He folded back a page, where there was a picture of a great, scarred dragon. Only the students right around Terry were able to see the photo, so there was a sudden rustling of paper as other students began flipping through the Quibbler, Aaron included. Abel leaned over further, and she pushed a couple strands of white-blonde hair behind her ear.
In the picture, the dragon was flying, it’s wings beating up and down as it tried to stay aloft. Broken chains dangled off of its feet, and they were in the process of knocking over a chimney atop a building. Three teenagers were sitting on the creatures back, and they were holding on to it for dear life. Abel automatically recognized Harry’s untidy jet black hair and glasses, the bushy head of Hermione, and Ron’s unmistakable Weasley red hair and freckles.
“Harry Potter’s not on the run! He’s up to something, I know it.” Terry smiled greatly.
There was sudden cheering from every table except for the Slytherin, who were still silent, and Abel noticed that a few of them were looking around at the Death Eaters anxiously.
Boom!
A flash a blue light and a moment later, Terry had jumped down from the bench he was standing on. Alecto Carrow advanced, her wand aloft and pointing at him. She twisted her hand and threw her arm up; A jet of red light erupted out of the tip and flew at Terry, who ducked down just in time. Another Death Eater appeared behind him. He was masked, and Abel couldn’t tell who it was.
As the Hufflepuff straightened, he dodged a punch the Death Eater threw at him. Some of the students gasped. Abel noticed that a couple of the teachers had made sudden movements, but none of them were getting up to help.
The Death Eater punched at Terry again, and the boy wasn’t lucky enough a second time. He was hit on the temple and as he doubled over, clutching at his head, the Death Eater kicked out at him in the thigh.
“Crucio!”
The Great Hall was suddenly pierced by a scream, and the Hufflepuff fell to his hands and knees. Alecto stood over him, a trumpet grin on her face.
“If anyone else has anything to say about Harry Potter, they’ll be getting much worse.” She stated. Staring down at the boy, she repeated the curse, and Terry’s screams became louder.
Abel looked up at the teacher’s table, where se saw many different expressions on the Professors’ faces; Flitwick was looking in a different direction, and he winced everytime the student’s screams were renewed. McGonagall was staring down the Death Eaters with a look of pure loathing, and Slughorn looked upset. He was playing with a tassel on his robe. Snape’s face, on the other hand, was completely blank. He showed no emotion as he looked from Terry Boot to the other students sitting at the table. He made brief eye contact with Abel, who gave a small gasp of terror and looked away.
When Alecto Carrow finally let the boy go, the Great Hall was dead silent. Aaron looked between the Death Eater and Terry as he quietly returned to his seat. He wiped his sleeve against his temple, which was bleeding slightly, and resumed eating as if nothing had happened.
“If that’s it then…” Alecto put her wand back, and moved to stand next to her brother.
Aaron, Abel, and Jasmine exchanged uneasy glances. Slowly, very slowly, talk resumed and dinner continued on; But that night, The Headmaster never made a speech (not that he would anyway), the teachers didn’t make any announcements, and the ghosts didn’t float around, chatting idly. For the past three months, every night was similar to this one, but now there was one exception. Tonight, new thoughts were pricking at the back of peoples’ minds.
Why would Harry Potter break into Gringotts?
How could Gringotts even be broken into? It’s one of the safest places in the world.
What is Harry Potter up to?

How was that??