"The Whomping Willow," read Cedric, eyes wide as he wondered what in the world the most violent tree at Hogwarts had to do with the chapter.
The end of the summer holidays came too quickly for Harry's liking.
"That will be a first for me," said Harry.
He was looking forward to getting back to Hogwarts, but his month at The Burrow had been the happiest of his life. It was difficult not to feel jealous of Ron when he thought of the Dursleys and the sort of welcome he could expect next time he turned up in Privet Drive.
"I think anyone would feel jealous of Ron if they had to return to the Dursleys," said Hermione.
On their last evening, Mrs. Weasley conjured up a sumptuous dinner which included all of Harry's favourite things, ending with a mouthwatering treacle pudding.
"Sounds delicious," Harry said.
Fred and George rounded off the evening with a display of Filibuster fireworks;
"Mrs. Weasley actually let them do that," Cedric said, surprised. "She's never let them do that before."
"Well, she could either be doing that because they'll be leaving the next day, so she wants her last day with her kids to be fun filled, or she could be allowing it because she wants Harry to have a last fun filled night there before he leaves," Hermione said.
they filled the kitchen with red and blue stars that bounced from ceiling to wall for at least half an hour. Then it was time for a last mug of hot chocolate and bed.
"I hope they packed everything beforehand; it will make it much easier to get ready the next day," Hermione said.
It took a long while to get started next morning. They were up at cock-crow, but somehow they still seemed to have a great deal to do.
"I think that shows you if they did or not," said Cedric.
Mrs. Weasley dashed about in a bad mood looking for spare socks and quills, people kept colliding on the stairs, half-dressed with bits of toast in their hands, and Mr. Weasley nearly broke his neck, tripping over a stray chicken as he crossed the yard carrying Ginny's trunk to the car.
"Nice," said Harry. "It's going to be crazy."
Harry couldn't see how eight people, six large trunks, two owls and a rat were going to fit into one small Ford Anglia.
"Well, you already know that he enchanted the car to drive, so it's very possible that he did other enchantments as well," said Cedric.
He had reckoned, of course, without the special features which Mr. Weasley had added.
'Not a word to Molly,' he whispered to Harry as he opened the boot and showed him how it had been magically expanded so that the trunks fitted easily.
"At least you won't have to worry about space," said Hermione.
When at last they were all in the car, Mrs. Weasley glanced into the back seat, where Harry, Ron, Fred, George and Percy were all sitting comfortably side by side, and said, "Muggles do know more than we give them credit for, don't they?"
"And what's that supposed to mean?" said Hermione, frowning.
"That sounds like Mrs. Weasley doesn't have a good opinion of Muggles," Harry said, also frowning.
She and Ginny got into the front seat, which had been stretched so that it resembled a park bench. "I mean, you'd never know it was this roomy from the outside, would you?"
"Well, I would normally be correcting her, but I think she could do with learning that Muggles can get by without magic," said Hermione.
"Yeah, just because wizards are able to use magic doesn't mean that Muggles are completely hopeless," said Harry.
"I will admit, though, I happen to like Mr. Weasley. He may be clueless about Muggles, but at least he attempts to learn about them, and believes they're able to handle themselves," said Hermione.
Mr. Weasley started up the engine and they trundled out of the yard, Harry turning back for a last look at the house. He barely had time to wonder when he'd see it again when they were back: George had forgotten his box of Filibuster fireworks.
"Those could have been left behind," said Cedric. "Of course, I can understand him wanting to get them, since I don't think Mrs. Weasley will willingly mail it to him."
Five minutes after that, they skidded to a halt in the yard so that Fred could run in for his broomstick.
"While he should have got it when George first went in, that is actually something that he shouldn't forget," said Cedric.
They had almost reached the motorway when Ginny shrieked that she'd left her diary.
"Now that can and should have just been left to be mailed to her later. There is no reason why it wouldn't be mailed to her, either," said Hermione.
By the time she had clambered back into the car, they were running very late, and tempers were running high.
Mr. Weasley glanced at his watch and then at his wife.
"What he is thinking of doing is not a good idea," said Cedric. "It might get them there faster, but I don't think Muggles are used to seeing flying cars."
"No, they're not," said Hermione.
"Molly, dear –"
"No, Arthur."
"No one would see. This little button here is an Invisibility Booster I installed – that'd get us up in the air – then we fly above the clouds. We'd be there in ten minutes and no one would be any the wiser ..."
"I think it would be better not to risk it, since it might not work," said Harry.
"I said no, Arthur, not in broad daylight."
"There is that, as well," said Hermione.
They reached King's Cross at a quarter to eleven. Mr. Weasley dashed across the road to get trolleys for their trunks and they all hurried into the station.
Harry had caught the Hogwarts Express the previous year. The tricky bit was getting onto platform nine and three-quarters, which wasn't visible to the Muggle eye. What you had to do was walk through the solid barrier dividing platforms nine and ten. It didn't hurt, but it had to be done carefully so that none of the Muggles noticed you vanishing.
"Percy first," said Mrs. Weasley, looking nervously at the clock overhead, which showed they had only five minutes to disappear casually through the barrier.
Percy strode briskly forward and vanished. Mr. Weasley went next, Fred and George followed.
"I'll take Ginny and you two come right after us,"
"That's not a good idea," said Cedric, getting a rather ominous feeling. "Something can happen before you can get through the barrier. Also, I don't know why, but I'm getting the feeling that something is going to happen."
Mrs. Weasley told Harry and Ron, grabbing Ginny's hand and setting off. In the blink of an eye they were gone.
"Let's go together, we've only got a minute," Ron said to Harry.
Harry made sure that Hedwig's cage was safely wedged on top of his trunk and wheeled his trolley about to face the barrier. He felt perfectly confident; this wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as using Floo powder.
"Now I'm getting a bad feeing," said Hermione.
"Us too," said Luna and Harry together.
Both of them bent low over the handles of their trolleys and walked purposefully towards the barrier, gather ing speed. A few feet away from it, they broke into a run and –
CRASH.
All four sighed.
"Knew something was going to happen," said Harry, shaking his head.
"We all did," Hermione said, agreeing with him.
Both trolleys hit the barrier and bounced backwards. Ron's trunk fell off with a loud thump, Harry was knocked off his feet, and Hedwig's cage bounced onto the shiny floor and she rolled away, shrieking indignantly. People all around them stared and a guard nearby yelled, "What in blazes d'you think you're doing?"
"Just say you lost control of your trolley, that should work," said Hermione. None of them bothered to say anything to her, knowing that one, it would do no good, and two, they most likely would do the same at some point.
"Lost control of the trolley," Harry gasped, clutching his ribs as he got up. Ron ran to pick up Hedwig, who was causing such a scene that there was a lot of muttering about cruelty to animals from the surrounding crowd.
"You know, why didn't I send her off to Hogwarts instead of locking her into the cage?" asked Harry.
"Most people don't, Harry, so it's not an uncommon thing," said Cedric.
"Why can't we get through?" Harry hissed to Ron.
"I dunno –"
Ron looked wildly around. A dozen curious people were still watching them.
"I suggest you don't do anything that will draw even more attention to you," said Luna.
"We're going to miss the train," Ron whispered. "I don't under stand why the gateway's sealed itself ..."
"It usually doesn't do that," Luna said. "At least, I don't think it does. I mean, how would Ron's parents have gotten back to their house before every kid was at the school, especially since they took the car."
"Yeah. Plus, can Muggles get onto the platform, and, if they can, how would they get back off the platform if the gate sealed itself, especially before the train even left," said Hermione.
Harry looked up at the giant clock with a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach. Ten seconds ... nine seconds ...
He wheeled his trolley forward cautiously until it was right against the barrier, and pushed with all his might. The metal remained solid.
"Something or someone else closed it," Cedric said. "That's the only thing I can think of that happened."
Hermione suddenly had another thought. "You guys don't think…" she started. The other three looked at her, and she stopped, deciding that what she was thinking was probably wrong anyways.
"What?" Harry asked, when he realized that Hermione wasn't going to say anything.
"Well, we know that Dobby didn't want you to go to the school, and the barrier shut just as you were going to go through, so…well…I think Dobby might have been the one to shut it." She said the last part rather quickly, though it was still intelligible.
Three seconds ... two seconds ... one second ...
"It's gone," said Ron, sounding stunned. "The train's left. What if Mum and Dad can't get back through to us? Have you got any Muggle money?"
"The Dursley's haven't given me pocket money for about five years, and even when they did, it was simply for me to hold until Dudley wanted something," Harry said.
Harry gave a hollow laugh. "The Dursleys haven't given me pocket money for about six years."
Ron pressed his ear to the cold barrier.
"What is he going to do, try and hear something. That's not possible," said Cedric, rolling his eyes at Ron's actions.
"He is panicking," Hermione said, "though he still should have known better."
"Can't hear a thing," he said tensely. "What're we going to do? I don't know how long it'll take Mum and Dad to get back to us."
"Well, when you think about it, it wouldn't do much good to keep the barrier blocked after the train has left," said Cedric.
"Um, is the train the only way to get there?" asked Hermione.
"Yes and no. It's the preferred way, but you can Floo to the Three Broomsticks if you miss the train. At least, that's what my father said could happen," said Cedric.
They looked around. People were still watching them, mainly because of Hedwig's continuing screeches.
"You should calm her down, you know," said Luna.
"I think we'd better go and wait by the car," said Harry. "We're attracting too much atten – "
"Harry!" said Ron, his eyes gleaming. "The car!"
"What about it?"
"We can fly the car to Hogwarts!"
"Okay, that is the stupidest idea I've ever heard," said Hermione, then she turned to Harry. "You better not do it."
"Yes, because I can control why my book self does so well," said Harry. Hermione blushed when she realized that he was right, he couldn't really control what his book self did.
"But I thought –"
"We're stuck, right? And we've got to get to school, haven't we? And even underage wizards are allowed to use magic if it's a real emergency, section nineteen or something of the Restriction of Thingy ..."
"Nice," Hermione said, laughing.
"While he is right, underage wizards are allowed to use magic in a real emergency, not being able to get to school does not count as a real emergency," Cedric said. "A real emergency has to be life threatening."
Harry's feeling of panic turned suddenly to excitement.
"Can you fly it?"
"I think anyone can fly it. The question that should be as is can he fly it well," said Hermione.
"No problem," said Ron, wheeling his trolley around to face the exit. "C'mon, let's go, if we hurry we'll be able to follow the Hogwarts Express."
"You know, it would probably be smarter to follow the Express and land on top of it once you get caught up to it," said Luna.
And they marched off through the crowd of curious Muggles, out of the station and back into the side road where the old Ford Anglia was parked.
Ron unlocked the cavernous boot with a series of taps from his wand. They heaved their trunks back in, put Hedwig on the back seat and got into the front.
"Okay, now it would probably be smarter to let Hedwig free," said Cedric.
"Yeah, it would," agreed Harry.
"Check no one's watching," said Ron, starting the ignition with another tap of his wand. Harry stuck his head out of the window: traffic was rumbling along the main road ahead, but their street was empty.
"That's good. Now, hopefully you do the invisibility booster first before flying off," said Hermione, knowing that any protest she said wouldn't really matter.
"OK," he said.
Ron pressed a tiny silver button on the dashboard. The car around them vanished – and so did they. Harry could feel the seat vibrating beneath him, hear the engine, feel his hands on his knees and his glasses on his nose, but for all he could see, he had become a pair of eyeballs, floating a few feet above the ground in a dingy street full of parked cars.
"Your eyeballs would vanish, too," Cedric said. It would be just like your wearing your invisibility cloak."
"Let's go," said Ron's voice from his right.
The ground and the dirty buildings on either side fell away, dropping out of sight as the car rose; in seconds, the whole of London lay, smoky and glittering, below them.
Then there was a popping noise and the car, Harry and Ron reappeared.
"Oh, no," said Hermione. "Hurry up and get up above the clouds."
"Uh oh," said Ron, jabbing at the Invisibility Booster. "It's faulty –"
"And that right there shows that I was right about how we shouldn't use it earlier," said Harry.
"Yet you were perfectly willing to use it now," said Hermione, raising an eyebrow at him.
Both of them pummelled it. The car vanished. Then it flickered back again.
"Hold on!" Ron yelled, and he slammed his foot on the accelera tor;
"He should have done that already, and left you to deal with the invisibility thing," said Hermione.
they shot straight into the low woolly clouds and everything turned dull and foggy.
"Now what?" said Harry, blinking at the solid mass of cloud pressing in on them from all sides.
"We need to see the train to know what direction to go in," said Ron.
"Dip back down again – quickly –"
They dropped back beneath the clouds and twisted around in their seats, squinting at the ground –
"I can see it!" Harry yelled. "Right ahead – there!"
The Hogwarts Express was streaking along below them like a scarlet snake.
"Great, it looks like the Slytherin symbol," Cedric deadpanned.
"Oh, how will we ever ride it again," Hermione said, clearly being sarcastic.
"Due north," said Ron, checking the compass on the dashboard. "OK, we'll just have to check on it every half an hour or so. Hold on ..." And they shot up through the clouds. A minute later, they burst out into a blaze of sunlight.
It was a different world. The wheels of the car skimmed the sea of fluffy cloud, the sky a bright, endless blue under the blinding white sun.
"It sounds beautiful, but it's bound to get hot and boring after a while," said Hermione.
"All we've got to worry about now are aeroplanes," said Ron.
They looked at each other and started to laugh; for a long time, they couldn't stop.
"I don't see what's so funny," Cedric said.
"Neither do I," Hermione said.
It was as though they had been plunged into a fabulous dream. This, thought Harry, was surely the only way to travel: past swirls and turrets of snowy cloud, in a car full of hot, bright sunlight, with a fat pack of toffees in the glove compartment, and the prospect of seeing Fred and George's jealous faces when they landed smoothly and spectacularly on the sweeping lawn in front of Hogwarts castle.
"Yeah, that's not going to happen, though," said Hermione. "That would be just too much good luck for you if it did. So, it'll probably crash land."
"I think Hermione's right," Cedric said, paling. "And I think I know exactly what you're going to crash into, too." He was remembering the chapter title. Harry and Luna both wanted to know what he figured Harry and Ron would be crashing into, but he kept his mouth shut on the subject, choosing instead to read on.
They made regular checks on the train as they flew further and further north, each dip beneath the clouds showing them a differ ent view. London was soon far behind them, replaced by neat green fields which gave way in turn to wide, purplish moors, villages with tiny toy churches and a great city alive with cars like multi-coloured ants.
"You really should land on the train," Hermione said.
Several uneventful hours later, however, Harry had to admit that some of the fun was wearing off. The toffees had made them extremely thirsty and they had nothing to drink.
"Sounds like the fun is indeed ending," Harry said.
He and Ron had pulled off their jumpers, but Harry's T-shirt was sticking to the back of his seat and his glasses kept sliding down to the end of his sweaty nose. He had stopped noticing the fantastic cloud shapes now, and was thinking longingly of the train miles below, where you could buy ice-cold pumpkin juice from a trolley pushed by a plump witch. Why hadn't they been able to get onto platform nine and three-quarters?
"I think Hermione's right, it was Dobby," said Cedric, having thought about it some more as he read.
"Can't be much further, can it?" croaked Ron, hours later still, as the sun started to sink into their floor of cloud, staining it a deep pink. "Ready for another check on the train?"
"Land on the train, idiots," Hermione said wondering why they weren't even thinking about doing that.
"Hermione, we're boys and don't have much common sense," Harry said. "Plus, neither of us can actually hear you in the book, so please stop saying that when it's not going to do any good."
Hermione blushed. "Sorry," she said. She was just getting a bit worried, afraid that the car would cop out at some point, and soon at that.
It was still right below them, winding its way past a snow-capped mountain. It was much darker beneath the canopy of clouds.
Ron put his foot on the accelerator and drove them upwards again, but as he did so, the engine began to whine.
"And no the car is protesting," said Cedric.
Harry and Ron exchanged nervous glances.
"It's probably just tired," said Ron.
"You think," Hermione said, sarcasm clear in her voice.
"It's never been this far before ..."
And they both pretended not to notice the whining growing louder and louder as the sky became steadily darker. Stars were blossoming in the blackness. Harry pulled his jumper back on, trying to ignore the way the windscreen wipers were now waving feebly, as though in protest.
"What did Mr. Weasley do to the car," asked Hermione, "because, unless someone turned them on, the windscreen wipers would not be doing that."
"Not far," said Ron, more to the car than to Harry, "not far now," and he patted the dashboard nervously.
When they flew back beneath the clouds a little while later, they had to squint through the darkness for a landmark they knew.
"There!" Harry shouted, making Ron and Hedwig jump. "Straight ahead!"
"What do you see?" asked Hermione, almost silently.
Silhouetted on the dark horizon, high on the cliff over the lake, stood the many turrets and towers of Hogwarts castle.
But the car had begun to shudder and was losing speed.
"Oh, no," Harry said.
"Come on," Ron said cajolingly, giving the steering wheel a little shake, "nearly there, come on –"
The engine groaned. Narrow jets of steam were issuing from under the bonnet. Harry found himself gripping the edges of his seat very hard as they flew towards the lake.
The car gave a nasty wobble. Glancing out of his window, Harry saw the smooth, black, glassy surface of the water, a mile below. Ron's knuckles were white on the steering wheel. The car wobbled again.
"It's not going to make it," said Luna.
"Come on," Ron muttered.
They were over the lake ... the castle was right ahead ... Ron put his foot down.
There was a loud clunk, a splutter, and the engine died com pletely.
"Uh-oh," said Cedric.
"Uh oh," said Ron, into the silence.
The nose of the car dropped. They were falling, gathering speed, heading straight for the solid castle wall.
"Turn the wheel!" shouted Hermione, almost screaming it. The others covered their ears, but didn't say anything, as they were all rather scared.
"Noooooo!" Ron yelled, swinging the steering wheel around; they missed the dark stone wall by inches as the car turned in a great arc, soaring over the dark greenhouses, then the vegetable patch and then out over the black lawns, losing height all the time.
Ron let go of the steering wheel completely and pulled his wand out of his back pocket.
"No, he should keep his hands on the steering wheel. At least then he might be able to keep the crash that's bound to happen to a minimum," said Hermione.
"STOP! STOP!" he yelled, whacking the dashboard and the windscreen, but they were still plummeting, the ground flying up towards them ...
"MIND THAT TREE!" Harry bellowed, lunging for the steering wheel, but too late –
CRUNCH.
Everyone in the room winced, as Harry had a thought.
"Cedric, is the Whomping Willow a tree?" he asked. Cedric nodded. "And why is it called the Whomping Willow?" Cedric winced.
"Because it hit back," Cedric said.
"So, we've hit a tree that hits back," Harry said. Cedric nodded, and Harry sighed.
"Of all the trees to hit," he muttered underneath his breath.
With an ear-splitting bang of metal on wood, they hit the thick tree trunk and dropped to the ground with a heavy jolt. Steam was billowing from under the crumpled bonnet; Hedwig was shrieking in terror, a golf-ball-sized lump was throbbing on Harry's head where he had hit the windscreen, and to his right, Ron let out a low, despairing groan.
"Are you OK?" Harry said urgently.
"My wand," said Ron, in a shaky voice. "Look at my wand."
It had snapped, almost in two; the tip was dangling limply, held on by a few splinters.
"He should be thankful that it's not his neck," said Cedric.
"He can get it mended once we get to the castle, right?" asked Harry.
"I don't think so. At least, I've never heard of a wand being fixed once broken," said Cedric.
Harry opened his mouth to say he was sure they'd be able to mend it up at the school, but he never even got started. At that very moment, something hit his side of the car with the force of a charging bull, sending him lurching sideways into Ron, just as an equally heavy blow hit the roof.
"What's happen—?"
Ron gasped, staring through the windscreen, and Harry looked around just in time to see a branch as thick as a python smash into it. The tree they had hit was attacking them. Its trunk was bent almost double, and its gnarled boughs were pummelling every inch of the car it could reach.
"That's seriously just our luck," said Harry.
"Aaargh!" said Ron, as another twisted limb punched a large dent into his door; the windscreen was now trembling under a hail of blows from knuckle-like twigs and a branch as thick as a battering ram was pounding furiously on the roof, which seemed to be caving in –
"Run for it!" Ron shouted, throwing his full weight against his door, but next second he had been knocked backwards into Harry's lap by a vicious upper cut from another branch.
"Let's hope the car starts up," said Hermione.
"We're done for!" he moaned, as the ceiling sagged, but suddenly the floor of the car was vibrating – the engine had re-started.
"Yay," Harry said. "We're no longer going to be crushed."
"Reverse!" Harry yelled, and the car shot backwards.
"It did that itself," said Hermione. "I think the car has a life of it's own."
"I think we figured that out when you said that the windscreen wipers shouldn't have been moving on their own," said Cedric.
The tree was still trying to hit them; they could hear its roots creaking as it almost ripped itself up, lashing out at them as they sped out of reach.
"That's the only good thing about that tree: it can't move it's roots," said Cedric.
"Yeah, I can see how that's a good thing," said Hermione.
"That," panted Ron, "was close. Well done, car."
The car, however, had reached the end of its tether. With two smart clunks, the doors flew open and Harry felt his seat tip side ways: next thing he knew he was sprawled on the damp ground. Loud thuds told him that the car was ejecting their luggage from the boot. Hedwig's cage flew through the air and burst open; she rose out of it with a loud, angry screech and sped off towards the castle without a backwards look. Then, dented, scratched and steaming, the car rumbled off into the darkness, its rear lights blazing angrily.
"Uh-oh, that's not good," said Cedric. "His parents are going to kill him."
"Come back!" Ron yelled after it, brandishing his broken wand. "Dad'll kill me!"
"I don't see Mr. Weasley as being capable of doing that," said Hermione. "Mrs. Weasley, on the other hand…"
But the car disappeared from view with one last snort from its exhaust.
"Can you believe our luck?" said Ron miserably, bending down to pick up Scabbers the rat. "Of all the trees we could've hit, we had to get one that hits back."
He glanced over his shoulder at the ancient tree, which was still flailing its branches threateningly.
"How long will it attempt to hit us?" asked Harry.
"Oh, it'll probably go on a long while," Cedric said.
"Come on," said Harry wearily, "we'd better get up to the school ..."
It wasn't at all the triumphant arrival they had pictured. Stiff, cold, and bruised, they seized the ends of their trunks and began dragging them up the grassy slope, towards the great oak front doors.
"I think the feast's already started," said Ron, dropping his trunk at the foot of the front steps and crossing quietly to look through a brightly lit window. "Hey, Harry, come and look – it's the Sorting!"
"Oh, your missing the sorting," said Cedric. "That's too bad."
"Is it, like, exciting to watch or something?" asked Harry.
"Well, not really, but it's a nice way of knowing the names of your newest house members, and the hat's songs are always worth listening to," said Cedric.
Harry hurried over and, together, he and Ron peered in at the Great Hall.
Innumerable candles were hovering in mid-air over four long, crowded tables, making the golden plates and goblets sparkle. Overhead, the bewitched ceiling which always mirrored the sky outside, sparkled with stars.
Through the forest of pointed black Hogwarts hats, Harry saw a long line of scared-looking first-years filing into the Hall. Ginny was amongst them, easily visible because of her vivid Weasley hair.
"I wonder why I notice her specifically," Harry said.
"Probably because she's the only first year you really know," said Luna.
"That, and Ron probably pointed he out as well," said Hermione.
Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall, a bespectacled witch with her hair in a tight bun, was placing the famous Hogwarts Sorting Hat on a stool before the newcomers.
Every year, this aged old hat, patched, frayed and dirty, sorted new students into the four Hogwarts houses (Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin). Harry well remembered putting it on, exactly one year ago, and waiting, petrified, for its decision as it muttered aloud in his ear. For a few horrible sec onds he had feared that the hat was going to put him in Slytherin, the house which had turned out more dark witches and wizards than any other – but he had ended up in Gryffindor, along with Ron, Hermione and the rest of the Weasleys. Last term, Harry and Ron had helped Gryffindor win the House Championship, beating Slytherin for the first time in seven years.
A very small, mousey-haired boy had been called forward to place the hat on his head.
"I get the feeling that boy's going to be mentioned a few more times," said Harry. "Otherwise, I doubt he would have been mentioned."
Harry's eyes wandered past him to where Professor Dumbledore, the Headmaster, sat watching the Sorting from the staff table, his long silver beard and half-moon glasses shining brightly in the candlelight. Several seats along, Harry saw Gilderoy Lockhart, dressed in robes of aquamarine.
Another frown crossed Hermione's face – it seemed that Lockhart liked to be dressed impeccably, something she just couldn't see with someone who dealt with the creatures his books pointed to.
And there at the end was Hagrid, huge and hairy, drinking deeply from his goblet.
"Hang on ..." Harry muttered to Ron. "There's an empty chair at the staff table ... Where's Snape?"
Professor Severus Snape was Harry's least favourite teacher. Harry also happened to be Snape's least favourite student. Cruel, sarcastic and disliked by everybody except the students from his own house (Slytherin), Snape taught Potions.
"Maybe he's ill!" said Ron hopefully.
"Maybe he's left," said Harry, "because he missed out on the Defence Against the Dark Arts job again!"
"Or he might have been sacked!" said Ron enthusiastically. "I mean, everyone hates him –"
"He's right behind you," said Hermione.
"What makes you say that?" asked Harry.
"Because in situations like this, it's very likely to happen," she answered.
"Or maybe," said a very cold voice right behind them, "he's wait ing to hear why you two didn't arrive on the school train."
"Told you," said Hermione as Harry groaned. He shot her a dirty look, which just made her laugh. He pouted at how ineffective her glare was, which caused Luna and Cedric to laugh, or, rather, giggle and chuckle respectively.
Harry spun around. There, his black robes rippling in a cold breeze, stood Severus Snape. He was a thin man with sallow skin, a hooked nose and greasy, shoulder-length black hair, and at this moment, he was smiling in a way that told Harry he and Ron were in very deep trouble.
"Run," Cedric said.
"I have the feeling that would make it worse," Hermione said.
"Follow me," said Snape.
Not daring even to look at each other, Harry and Ron followed Snape up the steps into the vast, echoing Entrance Hall, which was lit with flaming torches. A delicious smell of food was wafting from the Great Hall, but Snape led them away from the warmth and light, down a narrow stone staircase that led into the dungeons.
"In!" he said, opening a door halfway down the cold passageway and pointing.
They entered Snape's office, shivering. The shadowy walls were lined with shelves of large glass jars, in which floated all manner of revolting things Harry didn't really want to know the name of at the moment. The fireplace was dark and empty.
"Lovely," said Hermione, wrinkling her nose.
Snape closed the door and turned to look at them.
"So," he said softly, "the train isn't good enough for the famous Harry Potter and his faithful sidekick Weasley. Wanted to arrive with a bang, did we, boys?"
"No, the platform wasn't letting them through," said Hermione.
"He won't listen. His preset mind towards Harry, and Gryffindors, says that," said Cedric.
"No, sir, it was the barrier at King's Cross, it –"
"Does he have any authority over him in matters like this?" asked Hermione. Cedric shook his head.
"Your Head of House, Deputy Headmistress, or Headmaster are the ones with authority over something like this," said Cedric.
"Silence!" said Snape coldly. "What have you done with the car?"
"How does he know about that?" asked Harry slowly.
Ron gulped. This wasn't the first time Snape had given Harry the impression of being able to read minds. But a moment later, he understood, as Snape unrolled today's issue of the Evening Prophet.
"You were seen," said Cedric.
"You were seen," he hissed, showing them the headline: FLYING FORD ANGLIA MYSTIFIES MUGGLES. He began to read aloud. " 'Two Muggles in London, convinced they saw an old car flying over the Post Office tower ... at noon in Norfolk, Mrs Hetty Bayliss, while hanging out her washing ... Mr Angus Fleet, of Peebles, reported to police' ... six or seven Muggles in all. I believe your father works in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office?" he said, looking up at Ron and smiling still more nastily. "Dear, dear ... his own son ..."
Hermione's face gained a pinched look. She really didn't like him, and wondered if there was a way to make him pay for his unprofessional attitude – she wondered how many people weren't able to become potions masters and mistresses because they couldn't stand him.
Harry felt as though he'd just been walloped in the stomach by one of the mad tree's larger branches. If anyone found out Mr Weasley had bewitched the car ... he hadn't thought of that ...
"It really wasn't your place to. You were, more or less, following Ron, who should have known better," said Cedric.
"I noticed, in my search of the park, that considerable damage seems to have been done to a very valuable Whomping Willow," Snape went on.
"That tree is not valuable, it's a menace," said Harry.
"That tree did more damage to us than we –" Ron blurted out.
"Silence!" snapped Snape again. "Most unfortunately, you are not in my house and the decision to expel you does not rest with me."
"That's a bit of an empty threat, since he wouldn't expel one of his precious Slytherins," said Cedric. "In fact, he'd fight an expulsion order if it concerned his Slytherins."
"I shall go and fetch the people who do have that happy power. You will wait here."
Harry and Ron stared at each other, white-faced. Harry didn't feel hungry any more. He now felt extremely sick. He tried not to look at a large, slimy something suspended in green liquid on a shelf behind Snape's desk.
Luna made a face at that.
If Snape had gone to fetch Professor McGonagall, head of Gryffindor house, they were hardly any bet ter off. She might be fairer than Snape, but she was still extremely strict.
"Most likely, he did go to her. And this way, you can tell her the full truth, and will probably be punished, but I can say you probably won't be expelled," said Cedric.
"That's good to know," said Hermione.
Ten minutes later, Snape returned, and sure enough it was Professor McGonagall who accompanied him. Harry had seen Professor McGonagall angry on several occasions, but either he had forgotten just how thin her mouth could go, or he had never seen her this angry before.
"Mmm, that's a hard one to guess," said Cedric, "though, with your memory, it's probably that you have never seen her so angry. Which, of course, makes me wonder what exactly Professor Snape told her."
"What makes you think he told her something other than a slightly true version of what happened," said Hermione.
"The fact that he wasn't willing to let them explain what happened and the fact that he already had his own idea of why they arrived the way that they did," said Cedric. "He has no idea why they arrived the way they did, and she's very angry. Ergo, he did tell her something. Now, whether he told her the truth or not, though, is the question."
She raised her wand the moment she entered. Harry and Ron both flinched, but she merely pointed it at the empty fireplace, where flames suddenly erupted.
"She's not going to curse you," said Luna. "She's to nice to do that. She may yell, take away points, or give detention, but cursing is not something she would do."
"Sit," she said, and they both backed into chairs by the fire.
"Explain," she said, her glasses glinting ominously.
Ron launched into the story, starting with the barrier at the station refusing to let them through.
"... so we had no choice, Professor, we couldn't get on the train."
"Why didn't you send us a letter by owl? I believe you have an owl?" Professor McGonagall said coldly to Harry.
Harry gaped at her. Now she said it, that seemed the obvious thing to have done.
"I – I didn't think –"
"That," said Professor McGonagall, "is obvious."
"She really should give you a break. You guys are twelve year old boys who were panicking and thought of that the first thing that would get you to school was the best plan. Not a crime, nor an inconceivable thought," said Cedric. "The fact that you actually managed to think of a plan instead of staying panicked is a point in your direction. Most kids would just panic and not be able to think of anything."
There was a knock on the office door and Snape, now looking happier than ever, opened it.
"Who do you think it is?" asked Hermione.
"There's only one person it can really be: Professor Dumbledore," said Cedric.
There stood the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore.
Harry's whole body went numb. Dumbledore was looking unusually grave. He stared down his very crooked nose at them and Harry suddenly found himself wishing he and Ron were still being beaten up by the Whomping Willow.
"Yeah, he tends to have that affect on people," said Cedric. Hermione frowned, not liking that he had such power. Then again, he was an authority figure…but then she remembered what hell Harry had gone through because of his actions, and she knew that it wasn't a good think that he was able to make Harry feel that way.
There was a long silence. Then Dumbledore said, "Please explain why you did this."
It would have been better if he had shouted. Harry hated the disappointment in his voice. For some reason, he was unable to look Dumbledore in the eyes, and spoke instead to his knees. He told Dumbledore everything except that Mr. Weasley owned the bewitched car, making it sound as though he and Ron had hap pened to find a flying car parked outside the station. He knew Dumbledore would see through this at once, but Dumbledore asked no questions about the car. When Harry had finished, he merely continued to peer at them through his spectacles.
"The silence must be killing you two," said Hermione.
"Most likely. And they're not doing anything to make me think they are not going to expel us," said Harry.
"We'll go and get our stuff," said Ron in a hopeless sort of voice.
"What are you talking about, Weasley?" barked Professor McGonagall.
"Well, you're expelling us, aren't you?" said Ron.
Harry looked quickly at Dumbledore.
"He's got the right idea. It is, ultimately, the headmaster's decision to expel a person," said Cedric, looking at Hermione, who looked as if she was about to ask something. The fact that she closed her mouth and waiting for the story to continue told him that he was right on the spot with his answer to the unasked question.
"Not today, Mr. Weasley," said Dumbledore. "But I must impress upon both of you the seriousness of what you have done. I will be writing to both your families tonight. I must also warn you that if you do anything like this again, I will have no choice but to expel you."
"He's going to be eating those words by the end of the year," said Luna.
Snape looked as though Christmas had been cancelled. He cleared his throat and said, "Professor Dumbledore, these boys have flouted the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Wizardry, caused serious damage to an old and valuable tree ... surely acts of this nature ..."
"What would he be doing if it was Malfoy who had done this?" asked Harry furiously, not really expecting an answer.
"He'd be fighting to keep them from being expelled," said Hermione.
"It will be for Professor McGonagall to decide on these boys' punishments, Severus," said Dumbledore calmly. "They are in her house and are therefore her responsibility.' He turned to Professor McGonagall. 'I must go back to the feast, Minerva, I've got to give out a few notices. Come, Severus, there's a delicious-looking custard tart I want to sample."
Everyone snorted that.
Snape shot a look of pure venom at Harry and Ron as he allowed himself to be swept out of his office, leaving them alone with Professor McGonagall, who was still eyeing them like a wrathful eagle.
"You'd better get along to the hospital wing, Weasley, you're bleeding."
"Then you must be alright, otherwise she probably would have mentioned something," said Luna, looking happy that Harry didn't end up suffering anything other than bruises.
"Not much," said Ron, hastily wiping the cut over his eye with his sleeve. "Professor, I wanted to watch my sister being Sorted –"
"The Sorting Ceremony is over," said Professor McGonagall. "Your sister is also in Gryffindor."
"'Oh, good," said Ron.
"I have to wonder what he would have said if she was in another house," said Harry, remembering that all of the Weasleys, so far, had been in Gryffindor, and that Ron didn't really think much of the other houses, especially Sytherin.
"And speaking of Gryffindor –" Professor McGonagall said sharply,
"Is she going to take off points?" asked Harry.
"No, I don't think so. The term hasn't really started, and I don't think she'll willingly put you into the negatives," said Cedric.
but Harry cut in: "Professor, when we took the car, term hadn't started, so – so Gryffindor shouldn't really have points taken from it, should it?" he finished, watching her anxiously.
Professor McGonagall gave him a piercing look, but he was sure she had almost smiled. Her mouth looked less thin, anyway.
"You either remind her of one of your parents, or your bravery risking asking has her admiring you," said Hermione. "At least, I think it's one of those things."
"I will not take any points from Gryffindor," she said, and Harry's heart lightened considerably. "But you will both get a detention."
"That's not too bad," said Harry.
"Yes that is," said Cedric. At Harry's questioning look, he only had to say one word. "Lockhart." Harry groaned.
"Will he be able to take my detention since it's McGonagall giving it to me?" asked Harry; then, a moment later, he as able to answer his own question. "Of course he can," he muttered, remembering how he ended up having to go into the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid in the previous book.
It was better than Harry had expected. As for Dumbledore's writing to the Dursleys, that was nothing. Harry knew perfectly well they'd just be disappointed that the Whomping Willow hadn't squashed him flat.
Professor McGonagall raised her wand again and pointed it at Snape's desk. A large plate of sandwiches, two silver goblets and a jug of iced pumpkin juice appeared with a pop.
"You will eat in here and then go straight up to your dormitory," she said. "I must also return to the feast."
"She forgot to give you the password," said Cedric.
"Maybe that's what she was planning on doing earlier," said Hermione. "When Harry interrupted, she was mentioning something about Gryffindor. It could have been the password."
When the door had closed behind her, Ron let out a long, low whistle.
"I thought we'd had it," he said, grabbing a sandwich.
"So did I," said Harry, taking one too.
"Can you believe our luck, though?" said Ron thickly through a mouthful of chicken and ham. "Fred and George must've flown that car five or six times and no Muggle ever saw them."
"Who ever said they drove in the daylight. It would be smarter to do it at night, and they do seem very smart," said Hermione.
"They are. They just like making people laugh more than anything, though, so it doesn't always show," said Cedric.
He swallowed and took another huge bite. "Why couldn't we get through the barrier?"
Harry shrugged. "We'll have to watch our step from now on, though," he said, taking a grateful swig of pumpkin juice. "Wish we could've gone up to the feast ..."
"She didn't want us showing off," said Ron sagely. "Doesn't want people to think it's clever, arriving by flying car."
"It's not," said Luna. "It's dangerous, and you two are very lucky that you only hit a tree instead of the castle wall or falling into the lake."
"I have to wonder if that's why Ron suggested using the car – for the novelty of having people think of him as famous in a way. I mean, I'm sure that, at some point, you would have thought to send Hedwig off with a letter – though there is no way of knowing if she would have actually gotten there or not," said Hermione. "At least then, if you did still have to take the car, you could have said that you did send an owl, but Hedwig came back all ruffled – would she continue on if she didn't have a letter, or would she come back?" Hermione said. The others looked at her – they now knew what the other book had said about her speaking fast without taking a breath.
"She would probably have come back," said Cedric.
When they had eaten as many sandwiches as they could (the plate kept re-filling itself) they rose and left the office, treading the familiar path to Gryffindor Tower. The castle was quiet; it seemed that the feast was over. They walked past muttering por traits and creaking suits of armour, and climbed narrow flights of stone stairs, until at last they reached the passage where the secret entrance to Gryffindor Tower was hidden, behind an oil painting of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress.
"Password?" she said, as they approached.
"Er –" said Harry.
"That sounds about right," said Harry, knowing that he would suddenly realize that he hadn't bothered to ask about it.
They didn't know the new year's password, not having met a Gryffindor Prefect yet, but help came almost immediately; they heard hurrying feet behind them and turned to see Hermione dashing towards them.
"There you are! Where have you been? The most ridiculous rumours – someone said you'd been expelled for crashing a flying car."
"Well, they weren't expelled," said Cedric.
"Well, we haven't been expelled," Harry assured her.
"You're not telling me you did fly here?" said Hermione, sounding almost as severe as Professor McGonagall.
"I think you're taking lessons," said Luna.
"Skip the lecture," said Ron impatiently, "and tell us the new password."
"It's 'wattlebird'," said Hermione impatiently, "but that's not the point –"
"Next time, if you want to lecture them, say the lecture before you give the password," said Luna.
Her words were cut short, however, as the portrait of the fat lady swung open and there was a sudden storm of clapping. It looked as though the whole of Gryffindor house was still awake, packed into the circular common room, standing on the lop-sided tables and squashy armchairs, waiting for them to arrive. Arms reached through the portrait hole to pull Harry and Ron inside, leaving Hermione to scramble in after them.
"Brilliant!" yelled Lee Jordan. "Inspired! What an entrance! Flying a car right into the Whomping Willow, people'll be talking about that one for years!"
"He's right," said Cedric. "People will be talking about it for years. I wouldn't be surprised if it becomes one of those stories that they tell first years every year."
"Good on you," said a fifth-year Harry had never spoken to; someone was patting him on the back as though he'd just won a marathon. Fred and George pushed their way to the front of the crowd and said together, "Why couldn't you've called us back, eh?"
"If they could have called you back, they wouldn't have needed to fly the car," Hermione said.
Ron was scarlet in the face, grinning embarrassedly, but Harry could see one person who didn't look happy at all. Percy was visi ble over the heads of some excited first-years, and he seemed to be trying to get near enough to start telling them off. Harry nudged Ron in the ribs and nodded in Percy's direction. Ron got the point at once.
"Run," said Luna.
"Got to get upstairs – bit tired," he said, and the two of them started pushing their way towards the door on the other side of the room, which led to a spiral staircase and the dormitories.
"Night," Harry called back to Hermione, who was wearing a scowl just like Percy's.
"I wonder why," said Cedric.
They managed to get to the other side of the common room, still having their backs slapped, and gained the peace of the stair case. They hurried up it, right to the top, and at last reached the door of their old dormitory, which now had a sign on it saying SECOND-YEARS. They entered the familiar, circular room, with its five four-posters hung with red velvet and its high, narrow win dows. Their trunks had been brought up for them and placed at the ends of their beds.
Ron grinned guiltily at Harry.
"I know I shouldn't've enjoyed that or anything, but –"
"You did," said Harry, "and I probably did, too."
The dormitory door flew open and in came the other second-year Gryffindor boys, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas and Neville Longbottom.
"Unbelievable!" beamed Seamus.
"Cool," said Dean.
"Amazing," said Neville, awestruck.
Harry couldn't help it. He grinned, too.
"Harry," Hermione said, exasperated, but one could see the smile on her face.
"That's the end of the chapter," Cedric, handing the book to Luna.