Harry Potter and the Heir of Gryffindor(01) - Sahits

After the students had all pretty much gorged themselves on the feast, the prefect lead the tables outof the great hall and up the staircases to their dormitories. Harry smiled at the sound of first yearspassing, oohhing and the infinite staircase, and shrieking gleefully at the talking portraits. Gryffindor'snew prefects were none other than Angelina Johnson and Dean Thomas-- a seventh and fifth year.(Hermione was most disappointed she hadn't been made a prefect. Harry had to remind her thatalthough she was top of her year, her track record hadn't been entirely, shall one say, clean.) Deanlead them up to the entrance of the boys' dormitories and gave the password "Brambleberry" to theFat Lady who smiled at them and let them enter.Harry threw himself onto his bed and sighed loudly. "Ahhh. Good to be home, eh Ron?""You're daft," Ron chuckled as he sat down on his adjacent bed-- their things had been brought up, asusual, by the castle's house elves, and the boys went about the business of changing for bed."So, where do you think Snape is?" Harry asked.Ron wrinkled his nose. "Who cares? As long as he doesn't come back! Get some sleep Harry.""Goodnight Ron," he said quietly-- although sleep was the last thing on his mind.** *24