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Harry fidgeted beside her and she heard Ron tell him in a loud whisper that thefirst years were midgets. Hermione shifted against the hard wooden benchand tried to keep her mind on the Sorting. It was a traditional part of the
school, she berated herself firmly; she should pay attention and be respectful. It was an effort. Ron continued his side whispers to Harry the entire time
despite her chiding looks which were partially because she felt jealous that
she couldn't be as sanguine as he in ignoring the Sorting. Harry only camealive as a Michael Gilligan was sorted into Ravenclaw, clapping loudly andcheering. She remembered that the boy was the first recipient of the Lily
Potter scholarship.
The Sorting Hat finally finished and the Headmaster made his usual bizarreand eccentric welcome of odd words before food appeared. Ten minutes later, Harry sat beside her, poking at his chicken dinner without
enthusiasm.
"Eat, Harry!" Hermione remonstrated in a whisper. "You can talk with Siriusassoon as the feast is over."
"Luna said pudding would cheer me up." Harry muttered, pushing his chickenaway and reaching for the treacle tart.
"You're going to be starving by breakfast if that's the only thing you eat." Hermione pointed out, exasperated. "It's just sugar!"
"Save a slice for me." Ron said, waving a forkful of mashed potatoes. Hermione noticed Ron was eating much more neatly than ever before. Shewondered if it was Andy's influence or the new robes Ron wore. Perhaps, sheconsidered, having new things had increased his want to keep themnice
whereas he'd never had any respect for his second-hand things, not evenhiswand.
Harry's plate consisted of a huge slice of treacle tart, a large blob of cream, and nothing else but he was at least eating it. Hermione sighed.
"So, I wanted to talk to you about Quidditch, Harry." Angelina spoke up, gainingHarry's attention. "You're my Seeker right?"
"I meant to say congrats at getting Captain." Harry grinned. "And sure, if you'll
have me!" Angelina beamed with pride and rubbed the shiny badge that was pinnedtoher robes. "'Course I'll have you; you're the best Seeker here! We need a try-out
though; apparently we're allowed a reserve for each position this year andweneed a Keeper."
"Ron's going to try-out for Keeper." Harry said immediately, nudging Ronwhoalmost dropped his fork.
"Yes…me." Ron managed to get out as Angelina pinned himwith an interestedstare.
"Well, you're a Weasley which is a good start." Angelina nodded sharply. "You've been practicing?"
"All Summer." Fred chimed in.
"Him and Ginny." George added. Angelina peered down the line of her Quidditch team on their bench to theyounger Weasley. "Chaser or Seeker?" Ginny almost swallowed her tongue. She went bright red but her chin wasup. "Chaser but I didn't think I'd get a place till next year."
"Charlie helped us practice when he was over from Romania." Ron blurtedout. Angelina smiled. "Well, try-outs are this weekend."
"This weekend?" Ron went white under his freckles. Harry scooped up more tart. "Don't worry, Ron, we can have a practice sessiontomorrow evening." Ron calmed down a bit.
"Can I come along, Harry? I'd like to get some more practice in too." Ginny
asked.
Hermione's eyes snapped to Ginny, surprised she'd been brave enough toask. Maybe her advice to Ginny for her to find something Ginny and Harry bothliked as common ground was actually helping Ginny overcome her timidity
where Harry was concerned.
"Sure," Harry motioned at Angelina, "we could make it an official practice
session for anyone wanting to try-out, right?" Hermione bent her head to head her smile. Poor Ginny. Harry was either
completely oblivious or far too knowing for him to have suggested that. Shewas thinking oblivious.
"Sounds good to me. I'll get the pitch booked soon as dinner is finished." Angelina said, grinning. "I want that Cup, Harry!"
"As long as you don't drag me out of bed at five o'clock in the morning likeOliver, I'll do my best." Harry countered, grinning back at her. Angelina gave a very unladylike snort. "No chance! And if you catch me
making airy-fairy speeches to motivate you, you have my permission todouseme with cold water?"
"So," asked Fred.
"How are you going…" continued George.
"…to motivate us?" Fred leered at her. "I vote for…"
"Kissing!" chorused the twins. Harry went red and almost choked on his tart. Hermione patted his back and handed him some pumpkin juice. Angelina snickered. "I'll consider it for Harry," she said with a wink at Harry, "but definitely not for you two!" She laughed at the over-the-top outragedexpressions on the twins' faces. Hermione laughed along with the others and tried to ignore the plummetingsensation in her tummy at the idea of Angelina kissing Harry. Angelina wasvery beautiful. This, Hermione reminded herself, was why she had originallydecided looking at Harry as a potential boyfriend was a very bad idea. A clinking sound of a goblet drew their attention towards the Headmaster.
"Ah! Thank you for letting me interrupt the end of your splendid meals!" Professor Dumbledore smiled benevolently around the Great Hall. "I havesome announcements…" he presented the new members of staff and
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Hermione spotted Harry's wide smile at the announcement of the newHealer. "Do you know her?" She whispered.
"She was one of my Healers at The Valley Clinic." Harry said. Hermione brightened. Perhaps she could go and talk to Doctor Jordan? It
would be useful to get an idea of what she needed to do fromsomeone whohad already attained both a Healing Mastery and a Doctor's qualification. There were yells of approval for Tobias Hilliard and Hermione rolled her eyesat how Parvati and Lavender squealed. Great, she mused; no doubt she'dhaveto listen to endless rambling about Hilliard's eyes and his hair and his perfect
duelling body – not that she paid attention to that kind of thing herself. Lockhart, prompted her conscience. She mentally stuck her fingers in her earsat the memory of liking that insufferable obliviating prat. She sighed.
"Now, some serious notices." Professor Dumbledore intoned, regaining her
attention. "We have a new security policy which does affect curfews. Pleasetake a moment to read it as it is there for your safety. It will be posted outsidethe Great Hall and in your Common Rooms. There is also a newAnti-Bullying
policy, again posted in areas where you can read it but the gist of it statesthat
we will not tolerate any kind of bullying behaviour." His surprisingly stern gaze swept over the student body.
"Associated with this, the policy on detentions and points has been updatedand republished. Please give it your full consideration. Your Heads of Houseswill hold a House meeting within the next few days to cover the necessary
details." Hermione glanced over toward the Slytherin table and bit her lip as she tookinthe disgusted looks; the anti-bullying policy was going to be a shock to them. Or maybe it wouldn't be. It was one thing to have a policy on paper –another
to actually put it into practice. He clapped his hands. "On a more cheerful note, I have exciting news! Wewill
be hosting the Tri-Wizard Tournament this year!" The Hall erupted as students cheered, hollered and clapped. Hermione
applauded politely, but she was more interested in watching everyone's
reactions. The teachers had fixed smiles and were also only clapping politely(Professors Moody and Snape were both glowering); many of the mugglebornin the Hall were whispering frantically with their wizarding friends tryingtounderstand why it was a big deal; a lot of the purebloods looked excited.
"Order, everyone!" Professor Dumbledore quietened the room. "Now, only
those of age on October 31st when the names will be drawn will be allowedto
enter…"
"AW!" Fred and George turned to each other and pretended to weep copiously.
"The other schools, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, will arrive the weekendbefore the draw so they can settle into the castle and get to knowyou all. There is a new inter-House, inter-school Common Room for years six andseven just along from the library." Professor Dumbledore smiled out at thelistening students.
"Those entering the tournament should also be aware that they will no longer
be eligible for playing Quidditch should they be chosen to compete." Professor
Dumbledore continued. "Speaking of our Quidditch season, it will be
compressed to accommodate the tournament; the captains should meet
tomorrow morning with Madame Hooch to agree the match schedule." He waited until the unhappy murmurs about what that meant for the QuidditchCup died out before speaking again.
"I am also thrilled to announce that we will have a Duelling Club this year. Notices are posted in your Common Rooms." Professor Dumbledore wavedahand towards Professors Moody, Flitwick and Hilliard. "The Club will be
primarily led by our three illustrious Professors but fourth year will be ledbyLord Black and our former DADA Professor, Remus Lupin."
A cheer went up in the Great Hall. Hermione couldn't help noticing howProfessor Snape sneered at the mention of Sirius and Remus. Professor Dumbledore regained order. "Finally, I will remind all students that
the Forbidden Forest remains forbidden to all; that items listed on the door of
Mister Filch's office remain banned; and that learning should always be funsolet's sing!" Hermione cringed and mouthed the words of the school song. Harry andRondidn't even attempt it. As the song ended and the prefects stood to call
together the students, Hermione climbed out of the bench and fell into stepbeside Harry, Ron and Neville as they made their way to Gryffindor Tower. The three boys were talking about Quidditch leaving Hermione alone withher
thoughts. She was exhausted, she mused tiredly. Somehow the travellingtoHogwarts always left her tired and ready to climb into bed as soon as they got
back to the Tower. She almost stumbled through the portrait but Ron reachedout and steadied her.
"See!" Harry proclaimed with a smile. "You're a natural Keeper! You caught
Hermione!"
"Are you suggesting that I look like a Quaffle, Harry?" Hermione teased.
"No!" Harry immediately said. "No! That wasn't…" he caught the glint of
mischief in her eye and mock glared at her. "Funny!"
"I thought so." Hermione said satisfied.
"Harry!" The twins descended on him. "Our man! Our biggest fan…our…" A sharp whistle broke through the chatter in the Common Room. They all
turned to find Tanya Liddle, the seventh year prefect, stood on a table.
"Right, now I have your attention, Professor McGonagall has called a Housemeeting before breakfast tomorrow at seven o'clock." Tanya whistled againas protests were shouted across the room. "Seven o'clock." She said again. "The Gryffindor Lecture Theatre will be opened up. This is on the floor belowus. The staircases that usually lead to your dorms will also go down another
flight tomorrow morning to lead you there. Any questions? No. Good." Hermione yanked her arm down and muttered under her breath. Why ask for
questions if you weren't going to answer any?
The students began to disperse, the fifth year prefects leading the first yearsup to their dorms. Hermione covered her mouth with her hand as she yawned.
"I'm off to bed!" announced Harry, taking a step towards the stairs.
Hermione gave him a knowing look. "Say hi to Sirius from me." Harry grinned at her and disappeared up the stairs.
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She shook her head, feeling the bounce of her frizzy brown hair and madefor
her own dorm room. Lavender and Parvati were sprawled on Lavender's bedgossiping. Hermione got her nightshirt and toiletry bag out of the trunk andmade for the bathroom. A quick change of clothes and her night-time routinecompleted, Hermione went back to the dorm room. She drew the curtainsaround her bed, set an alarm charm, and climbed under the covers gratefully. She closed her eyes and tried to block out the chatter of how good Ron's
robes looked; how cute Neville was; how hot Harry looked...Dear Merlin! Wasshe going to have to put up with this prattle all year, Hermione
thought…although Harry really did look hot…
It was her last thought as she slipped into sleep. o-O-o
September 4th 1994
"…but thankfully Ron made this great save and Angelina put himon the team!" Harry finished his tale of the try-outs, laughing. He was so pleased that Ronhad made the team; he knew how important it was to Ron and his future
aspirations. Sirius grinned at him through the mirror. "Sounds like an eventful afternoonbetween the Slytherins trying to steal the pitch…" Although to be fair to Draco he'd looked completely miserable and hadn't saida word as the rest of the Slytherin team had tried to claim the pitch only tofind out exactly how great an aim Angelina had with a Quaffle.
"…and the Harry Stalkers' antics." Harry went red but he nodded. Ron had coined the phrase after Harry's first
three days at Hogwarts had found him followed everywhere by the trio of
Ginny, Lydia and Jessica. The boys' dorm room was quickly becoming a
sanctuary and Harry thanked Merlin he had his Dad's cloak.
"I swear they have a tracking charm on me!" complained Harry. Sirius chuckled. "At least they haven't followed you into the showers yet."
"Don't say that!" Harry protested. "You'll give them ideas!" He adjusted his
position on the bed. "Anyway, that's it for me! How are you and Remus? Whereis Remus anyway?" The werewolf usually said at least hello at some point during the nightly
conversations between Harry and Sirius. Harry had to admit that it had helpedhis feeling of homesickness a lot being able to talk to Sirius and he felt guiltythat the rest of his school mates didn't have the same ability to communicatewith their parents.
"We had an issue in Russia which led to us thinking we need to do a reviewof
the overseas properties; he's in Moscow for the rest of the week." Sirius
admitted, and Harry saw a flash of loneliness cross Sirius's features beforeit
was pushed away.
"Did he really need to go now?" worried Harry out loud. Harry had a feelingSirius was missing Harry just as much as Harry missed Sirius, and for Remusto go away now of all times…Hermione had been right that it had been hisfriends who'd helped Harry over the worst of it – they'd helped pull himout of
his moping and made him feel better. He was sure Remus was doing thesame service for Sirius. Sirius shrugged. "We wanted to make sure he didn't have to go away oncetheTri-Wizard Tournament begins. Between the Potter and Black estates wehaveenough abroad to keep him gone a month but he's going to break the tripsup– home one week, abroad the next – over the next couple of months. He
should be done by Halloween." Harry frowned. It made sense but he didn't like Sirius being alone so much.
"Why can't he go after the tournament starts?" He could see Sirius debatinghis answer and wondered why.
"Because we're concerned someone will try and include you in the
tournament." Sirius confessed.
"Oh." Harry's eyes widened.
"Look, it's a concern but a small one. Like I've said to you before there'll beplenty of security around the artefact that's being used to decide the
Champions for each school but…"
"But you think someone will try to make it choose me anyway." Harry sighed. Probably the 'someone' was Voldemort. "I understand why you're concerned. It'd be just my luck if someone did that."
"Well, besides that, there's also the fact that security at Hogwarts will be
compromised during the tournament. You'll have Ministry officials on thegrounds; the other schools; the press is being allowed in – not to mentiononthe days of the tasks, there'll be spectators around." Sirius ranted in a familiar
way that made Harry miss him all over again. "We want to make sure bothof
us are around if you need us so…Remus is going now and then he'll be backfor the tournament and won't have to go again until next Summer." Harry nodded but something of his lingering concern must have shown onhisface.
"Hey, don't worry about me!" Sirius reassured him. "Penny has me bookedupwith so many meetings, lunches and dinners I'm barely going to be homemyself."
"And you're OK?" pressed Harry.
"I'm OK." Sirius said firmly. "I miss you lots, but like you I'mcontinuing toseeHealer Allen, and as long as I can talk to you so I can see with my own eyesyou're OK, I'm OK. OK?"
"OK." Harry shifted against his pillows. "I mean, I, um, miss you lots too." Hecoloured rapidly. Talking and seeing Sirius helped him although he was goingto confess that; it was embarrassing enough admitting that he missed him. Sirius's grey eyes lit up though and made the effort of telling himworthwhile. "We'll see each other on Wednesday for your first duelling club session." Hepromised. Harry nodded enthusiastically. He'd almost forgotten about that.
"Go get some sleep, Pronglet. You have classes tomorrow and Minnie will yell
at me if you're too tired for them." Sirius said.
"Goodnight, Padfoot." Harry carefully ended the call once Sirius wished himgoodnight in return and he gently placed the mirror under his pillow. He
snuggled down into the comfortable covers to sleep.
In some respects he knew the mirror was a crutch. It kept both himandSiriusfrom having to deal with the reality of their separation too much. Harry alsoknew that apart from the first night when Sirius had asked himto confirmhewas safely at Hogwarts, there was no real reason or expectation for himtocall Sirius every night. Just a nagging instinct that he should. On the other hand, Healer Allen had thought the mirror was a good idea whilethey adjusted. He was going to continue to see the mind healer using thenewtherapy room in the infirmary early on Sunday mornings. Harry figured hewaseventually going to have to tell Ron or Neville; his excuse that day that he'dgotten up early and hadn't wanted to wake them would only work a coupleof
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He chewed on his lip. He didn't want to tell anyone about the mind healing. Mostly because it raised questions of why did he need healing, and he didn't
want to tell anyone about the Dursleys…and he couldn't tell anyone about theprophecy. Except he already had, hadn't he? He'd told Neville. And Neville would
understand the need for discretion about mind healing more than most.
Harry winced. Ron would go nuts if he knew Harry was confiding in Neville and not him. Hesighed and rolled over. He'd just have to deal with the fallout if it happened. Maybe Ron would understand. Maybe. He either confided in Ron or he didn't. It wasn't a question of trust but safety. The more people who knew the prophecy, the more the danger of it gettingout – and if Voldemort thought Harry's friends knew the prophecy...it wouldplace them in immense danger. It was bad enough that he had told Nevillebut
Harry felt deep down that Neville needed to know, deserved to knowwhy
Voldemort's supporters had targeted his family. He fell asleep still turning the problem over in his head with no resolution. The first Monday dawned bright and early. Harry made it out of bed at six. Hedid his yoga and tai chi by his bedside to the sound of his dormmates snoring;
it was strangely relaxing. He woke Ron and Neville before diving into the
shower. Half an hour later he was dressed and waiting in the Common Room. Hermione clattered down the girls' staircase, looking slightly flustered. "Morning, Harry. Have you been up long? Are you worried about the resultsof
the Runes exam we had yesterday? I think I am. I don't think I really answeredthe essay question at all and…"
"You probably aced it, Hermione." Harry reassured her as he pulled her downto sit on the sofa and wait for Ron. Her brown eyes narrowed on him. "Why aren't you worried?"
"I did my best." Harry said simply. And he was really not bothered about whether he skipped ahead to the fifthyear Runes class or stayed with the fourth year. It would be an achievement
but if it didn't happen Harry was content to stay with his own year group. Hejust hoped that whatever happened, he and Hermione stayed together –whichprobably meant that he should be rooting for good marks and progressionbecause there was no way Hermione hadn't gotten through to the fifth year
class. He poked her. "I know you did your best so…we'll find out this morning andweget the reissued schedules if they're needed, yes?" Hermione nodded, her hair cascading over her shoulders. Ron and Nevillejoined them and they all trooped out to breakfast. Harry decided on a bacon sandwich and he assembled it as he watchedRonserve himself a full English. Neville had gone for poached eggs on toast
smothered in brown sauce. Hermione had porridge with a side of fruit.
"Have to admit I was kind of expecting to see your stalkers by now." Ronadmitted as he tucked in. Hermione hummed. "I think someone snuck into their dormand cancelledtheir alarms." The three boys looked at her in shock.
"I had nothing to do with it!" Hermione said quickly. "I just overheard Parvati
and Lavender giggling about it this morning." Harry shrugged and took a bite of his sandwich. He owed Parvati and
Lavender a thank you. It was the first restful breakfast he'd had since he'dgotten back to Hogwarts.
"I don't have the faintest what's gotten into Ginny, mate." Ron said somewhat
apologetically. "I mean, I know she, uh, liked you but…"
"Not your fault." Harry quickly said.
"I think it's a mob mentality." Neville offered. "She's just going along withLydiaand Jessica, well mostly Lydia." He frowned. "I only hope they're being truefriends to her and not just you know…"
"Using her to get to me?" finished Harry grimly. It was a thought.
"They'd better not or I'll…I'll…" Ron searched for a suitable punishment. "I'll set
Fred and George on them!"
"Set us on who?" asked the twins joining them. Ron quickly explained and the dark looks that the twins exchanged sent
warning bells ringing for Harry.
"Hey," he said firmly, "we don't know yet that they're doing anything other thanbeing Ginny's friends. We should see how things turn out. If they are friendsthat's a good thing for Ginny, isn't it?" The timing of the friendship was
suspicious though and Harry was concerned even as he smoothed the older
brothers' ruffled feathers.
"It is." Fred sighed heavily. "If they are her friends…"
"…for the right reasons…" George slipped in.
"…it's a good thing." Fred completed.
"How do we know?" demanded Ron, who looked very much like he was infavour of trapping the girls in a room and interrogating them.
"We don't." George admitted.
"Some things…"
"…have to be worked out for themselves." George sighed unhappily. "Ginny hasto be the one to decide whether they are her real friends or not."
"We'll just have to wait and see how it plays out, Ronniekins." Fred didn't seemany happier about it than Ron who sported a scowl that could have felleddragons.
"Why can't she be friends with someone smart like Luna?" Hermione saidasshe placed her napkin down finished with her breakfast. She loved the
healthier options that the house elves had started to provide. Harry snagged an apple to make up for the bacon and rubbed it absently onhis robes. Luna had slowly become part of their wider group. He knewtheRavenclaws in the Potter alliance had befriended her and were looking out for
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Hermione and Luna made an odd friendship but they were solidly progressingin that direction. Maybe, Harry considered, Luna finally provided Hermionewith someone who could give her an intellectual challenge.
"Why did they stop being friends anyway? Luna said they used to play together
when they were younger." Hermione asked bluntly. The Weasleys exchanged looks. George was the one evidently elected to answer; he cleared his throat. "Luna'smother followed the Old Religion."
"Mum didn't want Ginny to pick that up." Fred said.
"Wiccan magic based on worshipping the Goddess?" Hermione asked, surprised. "I thought it wasn't practiced anymore."
"It isn't openly." Fred confirmed. "A lot of it is blood based." Like the protection his mother had given him. Neville and Ron darted a look in his direction obviously remembering the
blessing ceremony.
Harry sighed. "It doesn't sound so bad to me."
"It isn't…"
"…really. Just…"
"…not done." George finished. He slapped his twin's shoulder. "Tabby is ontheprowl. We should…"
"…go." Fred snatched some toast from Ron's plate but before Ron coulddomore than bellow a 'hey!' the twins had disappeared.
"Mister Weasley," Minerva said sternly walking up to them, "a little decorum, please."
"Sorry, Professor." Ron mumbled. Hermione practically vibrated off the bench. "Professor?" She asked hopefully. Minerva's lips pressed together, trying to prevent the smile that made themtwitch from emerging. "Congratulations to you, Miss Granger, and to you,
Mister Potter. You have both made it through to the fifth year Runes class." She produced two new schedules as Hermione almost squealed. "You will bejoining Mister Goldstein and Miss Greengrass."
"Oh Harry!" Hermione suddenly hugged him hard for a second before shereleased him. "Isn't this wonderful!?"
"What's so wonderful about having to sit an OWL this year?" Ron said grumpilyas Minerva walked away.
"Have to agree with you on that." Neville commented.
"We get one out of the way and have one less to sit next year." Hermioneanswered logically. She nudged Harry. "Come on! We have double Defencefirst thing." Harry bit back a smile at Ron's rolled eyes but he gathered his things andfollowed Hermione out of the Great Hall. Robert Ogden stopped them just outside the entrance. "We got the permissionfor the lower year Common Rooms!" He grinned at them. "Didn't think
Dumbles would go for it but he did! Must have been mentioning your name!" He waved at Harry. "Find me in my office tonight, yeah? We can talk about
how it'll work!" He sped away.
"Honestly, that Robert! He's the Head Boy! He should show some respect!"
Hermione remonstrated as Harry pushed her gently to get her walking forwardagain.
"I dunno," Ron said deliberately to wind her up, "I quite like the name Dumbles."
"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione began.
"We're here!" Harry said loudly. They split up, Neville sitting by Ron and Harry sliding in beside Hermione. Professor Moody sat imposingly at the front of the Defence classroomonthedesk. Draco slid in just before the class was due to start, followed by Crabbe andGoyle. He gave a respectful nod to Harry before finding his seat. Moody closed the door with a swish of his wand and it slammed shut withabang that startled Lavender into a shriek. "CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Harry tried to hide a smile and failed. Moody's magical eye whirled in his
direction.
"Professor Lupin informs me that you lot have potential." Moody said gruffly. "But you've got a lot of catching up to do." He motioned at the blackboard
behind him and the chalk sprang to life.
"Situational Awareness." It wrote elegantly across the black.
"Mister Potter," Moody growled, "when did you realise your first DADAProfessor was possessed by a Dark Lord?" Shocked looks were the order of the day in the rest of the students, Harry
noticed as he grimaced and tried to think. "Um, probably just before he triedtokill me." There was an outbreak of whispering that quickly stopped when Moody's hardglare landed on the perpetrators.
"And in hindsight, what would you all say the signs were?" Moody askedsharply. "Come on! Don't be shy! Miss Granger?"
"He stank of garlic probably to cover up the smell of decaying flesh causedbyhis possession." Hermione replied, dropping her arm. The chalk wrote up her suggestion on the blackboard.
"Good. Anyone else?" Moody looked around the other students.
Nott put his hand up and Moody nodded at him.