The next morning, Harry and Cedric awoke roughly around the same time.
“Morning,” Cedric said, heading to the kitchen after he'd showered and dressed.
“Morning,” Harry said, doing the same. They got some food, and sat down to eat.
“So, we ready to find out what's in store for you and Hermione?” Cedric asked. Harry made a face.
“You know, if I end up facing Voldemort again in this book, I am not going to that school. You will have to drag me to get me there,” Harry said.
“Duly noted,” Cedric said. “Though, I don't think they'll drag you. Instead, they'll probably use the Body Binding Spell on you instead.”
“That's nice,” Harry said, frowning. He sighed. “I wonder if the fact that I don't have a normal year at Hogwarts yet means that I'll never have one.”
“Wish I could answer that for you,” Cedric said. “But I can't, not really.”
Harry shrugged, not really having expected him to do so.
“So, do you think we'll have to wait until nine thirty?” Harry asked, looking at the clock, which showed that it was just passed eight fourty.
“Maybe,” Cedric said. “Who knows when they went to bed over there. For all we know, they went to bed later than we did.”
Meanwhile, in the girl's dorm, Hermione and Luna had woken up about ten minutes after Harry and Cedric. Showering and dressing, the two met in the kitchen.
“Good morning,” Luna said.
“Good morning,” Hermione said. They got some food and sat down.
“So, what do you think is going to happen in this book?” Luna asked Hermione.
“Considering how the other books have turned out, I'm not exactly sure,” Hermione said. “The only thing that I am sure of is that it most likely won't be a peaceful year.”
“I think that would be a given, simply on what you're course load is going to be like,” Luna said, teasing lightly. Hermione gave her a smiling, and then sighed.
“I really should have at least thought about it before signing up for everything, huh?” Hermione said.
“If what Cedric said was true, yes,” Luna said.
Hermione nodded her head. “Well, I get the feeling that I'll soon learn that, though, knowing me, I'll be pretty stubborn about it,” she said, finishing her breakfast. She stood up and walked over to the sink, washing her bow and spoon before glancing at the clock.
“I wonder if we'll have to wait until nine thirty before we read the next book,” she said. Luna, who had finished her own breakfast, looked at the clock as well, seeing that it was close to nine.
“I would hope that the boys we to bed at a decent hour,” she said. “If yours and Harry's future selves are watching with whoever this T. C. H. is, then I would have to say that it's very probable that they did. I mean, I would imagine that you're future self would at least check to make sure everyone gets to sleep.”
“True,” Hermione said, taking a glance at the clock. Just as it struck nine, the doors opened.
“Seems we won't have to wait until nine thirty,” Luna said. Hermione also heard someone else say that as they walked out of their dorm.
“Morning,” the girls and boys said to each other, walking to the reading room. Once they were seated, Harry spoke up.
“As I told Cedric this morning, if I end up facing Voldemort in this book, I am not going to Hogwarts,” Harry said.
“And I told him that he would probably be put into a body bind and dragged there,” Cedric said. Hermione and Luna giggled a bit.
“Well, we won't know if they're going to have to drag Harry to the school or not unless we read the book,” Hermione said. Harry nodded his head in agreement, bending over to pick up the next book. He opened it up, noticing immediately that there was another letter, from what seemed to be all three of the people watching them.
“There's another letter,” he said, then, without needing any prompting, he read it out.
Okay, you've finished the second book – when you get to rereading it, please make sure you take note of some things, as they will end up being mentioned again in later books. Now, you're starting this year, and you will be glad to know that it's not as hectic as you're first two years, Harry.
Yeah, it wasn't hectic at all. In fact, I would say that this year was the best year of all my school years, as you will no doubt notice.
And, on that note, I will be taking over. I just have to say this to myself. Hermione, I suggest you pay attention to what's happening to you in this book. If you do, you'll know to make the right choice.
Now, I'll take it back, cause I really have to say this to myself as well. Harry, don't make any sudden decisions until you've finished reading this book. I know that you might end up getting mad, but you need to realize that not everything is what it seems.
Okay, now I'm taking it back before they end up giving away everything. The only thing I will say is that you'll see a good example of friendship in here, and that, Harry, I get the feeling that you're first two years has made you suspicious of what might happen this year, so I will tell you right now. You don't have to worry about Voldemort, you don't run into him.
T. C. H., H. J. P., and H. J. G.
“Well, that was...confusing,” Cedric said.
“I think it was confusing because Hermione's and my future selves didn't seem to be willing to just let T. C. H. write the letter alone,” Harry said. “However, I wonder who T. C. H. is. I haven't seen anything in the books that would give it away. So far, there hasn't been any mention of anyone who might have those initials.”
“We haven't really learned the names of everyone, though,” Hermione pointed out.
“Well, the books are sure to mention you meeting her..him?...at some point,” Cedric said. However, right after he said that, another note fluttered down from the ceiling. Harry grabbed it.
Okay, I'd rather you not keep wondering how and when we meet, so I'll just say this. I didn't go to Hogwarts, we meet from a mutual friend that you meet after you're seventh year, and, no, it won't be shown in the books, though, if I'm feeling nice, I'll explain how we met once the books are done. Now, don't think about it any more. And I'm female, so please do not refer to me as a he.
T. C. H.
Oh, and just so you know my name, since it seems to be bugging you, it's Tristelianna Constantine Haliwell. I know, it's long and strange. I blame my mother, who has a thing for unique and not heard enough names, to the point that she like to make them up. Okay, now read.
“Demanding, isn't she,” Luna said, while the others mouthed her full name.
“No wonder she kept signing everything T. C. H. Her name is long,” Harry said, then shook his head. He turned the page to the title one.
“Okay, this book is Harry Potter: Year III,” Harry said, muttering, “Not that we didn't already know.”