Harry Potter and the Triangle Prophecy - Sahits

figured it out and flew round. It landed on Harry’s shoulder and he took the large creamyparchment envelope from its beak. As it flew off again, Harry turned it over, seeing the greenink and the Hogwarts seal he had been expecting. When he returned to the breakfast table, hesaw that Uncle Vernon, quivering, had put his newspaper over his head, and his Aunt wasclutching Dunkirk to her chest while the little dog whined piteously. Their eyes were veryround. Harry thought of the eagle owls that used to deliver Draco Malfoy’s sweets packages,and the ominous falcons Lucius Malfoy had employed to deliver the Death Eater recruitmentletters. Dunkirk would probably have been considered a tasty snack by the large birds. Tryingnot to smirk, he sat, ignoring their predictable owl-terror, breaking the purple wax seal andtaking the letter out of the envelope. He read it over quickly, not taking much note of thenames of the new prefects (he didn’t really know many people in that year) but when he wasdone he looked up, grinning at his aunt and uncle, saying, “Well. It’s official.”They had gone back to eating their breakfasts and ignoring him.“I said it’s official,” he repeated, very loudly and clearly.Now his aunt looked up from her plate, muttering, “Oh, are you still here?” Her eyes wentback down again.Harry frowned. They knew he had a letter from Hogwarts, and they were being more beastlythan usual. They wouldn’t care, he knew, but he had to say it anyway.“I’m Head Boy.”There, he’d said it. And as per usual, when he said anything concerning Hogwarts, theybehaved as though he didn’t exist, sometimes going so far as to say things like, Petunia,dumpling, do you hear the wind blowing? Rather blustery and pointless, don’t you think?while she simpered and responded, Yes, Vernon, utterly windy and useless.Of course, they’d spent the last fifteen-and-a-half years trying to forget he existed at all, sotheir present behavior was hardly surprising. He’d known since the last prefects’ meeting ofthe year that all of the other prefects had voted unanimously for him as Head Boy andHermione as Head Girl, but seeing it on paper made it more real, somehow. It meant that theteachers hadn’t overridden the choice of the other prefects (not that that would be likely--inHarry’s limited experience the teachers generally just rubber-stamped the students’ choices).Well, he could tell Aberforth and Sam anyway. That would be something. He could even tellNigel and Trevor, although of course, they would think he was Head Boy at a public school,having no idea that he was a wizard.“Well,” he said, carrying his plate and glass to the sink, giving up on them taking any noticeof his Head Boy announcement. “I’m off. Dick’s picking me up at Mrs. Figg’s. Draco’sworking for him too--you know, as a lark,” he added, keeping up Draco’s son-of-the-lord-ofthe-manoract for no particular reason except it would be too complicated to reveal the truth tothem. “He doesn’t need the money, like I do,” he added, having succeeded for six years inkeeping the secret of his gold-filled Gringott’s vault. He wasn’t about to let on to them nowthat he had a fairly large inheritance, mostly in solid-gold coins. He wasn’t sure they actuallycared how he’d afforded school for the previous six years; maybe they thought Hogwarts hadtaken him on as a charity case. He also knew they’d sooner stand in the middle of TrafalgarSquare extolling the virtues of James and Lily Potter before they’d admit to being curiousabout this, if in fact they were.28