His Angel

Chapter 7

Harry glanced at his watch. It's almost time and he didn't want to be late for the wand weighing ceremony. Whatever it was. He nervously put his hand up and stared at Snape while sighing inwardly, cursing his luck for having to ask Snape for permission to be excused from the lesson.

Snape took almost five whole minutes to notice him. By now the whole class was looking at him curiously. He finally looked up from the book that he was focused on at his desk in the front of the class and fixed Harry with the usual loathing look that was reserved just for him.

"Yes Potter?"

"I need to go for the wand weighing ceremony." He said, repaying Snape's look with interest.

"Ah yes…I forgot you are a champion." Snape sneered at him while Malfoy and some of the Slytherins sniggered audibly. "I expect you back here to complete your draught of living death. Champion or not you still have to complete the lessons."

He smirked and opened an empty flask and filled it with the colorless potion in his cauldron. Walking up to the table where Snape was watching him with a growing expression of distaste he set it down in front of him.

"It's done." He turned away quickly, hiding his grin because of the look on Snape's face. Determinedly avoiding the gazes of everyone else, he packed up his things and after clearing his cauldron with a silent vanishing spell, proceeded out of the classroom.

Glancing at his watch again he broke into a run, bolting up the stairs and out of the dungeons. Finally reaching the door to the unused classroom opposite the Great Hall he stopped, catching his breath and glancing at the time. He had about two minutes to spare. Breathing a sigh of relief he pushed the door open and walked inside.

The classroom was huge. Much bigger than any of the other classrooms he had ever been in. The usual desks and chairs were gone and in the middle of the room sat Ollivander who smiled, nodding his head at Harry when he walked in. The headmasters and headmistress were all present with the addition of a rather viscous looking woman with dirty blonde hair who fixed him with a hungry look when his gaze met hers making his skin crawl.

Dumbledore nodded kindly at him and gestured towards the side of the room where Cedric, Krum and Fleur were seated. He noticed that Fleur was scowling at a bald headed man with a camera who couldn't seem to stop looking at her. She turned away from the man and caught sight of him and her expression brightened up considerably as he took his seat beside her. She smiled and slipped her hand in his, pinching it slightly.

"You're late." She said in an accusing voice.

"Sorry, Snape was a pain." He caught Cedric's eye who was looking at him curiously. He looked like he was going to say something but shook his head and turned away with a grin leaving him with a bewildered look. He didn't have time to dwell on it though; Dumbledore cleared his throat at that moment.

"Now that the fourth champion is here, we can get started. Mr. Ollivander?" Dumbledore turned and took his seat with Karkaroff and Madame Maxime on the opposite side of the room with the two remaining people in the room. Ollivander stood up from his place and turned with a warm smile on his face.

"There's nothing to worry about. We're just going to inspect your wands to see if they are in perfect condition. Ladies first…Miss Delacour, if you please?"

She walked up to Ollivander and placed her wand in his outstretched hand. He examined it closely, murmuring under his breath while twirling the wand between his fingers.