Harry Broods
Harry Potter was wandering the halls of Hogwarts. The reason for this was that his best friends were fighting again. This time they were fighting over him. Wait that didn't sound right Harry thought, it made it sound like they were fighting over who got to date him. Harry didn't swing that way, not that there was anything wrong with that, but given how out of date the wizarding world was it probably wasn't a good idea to explore options in that direction.
So his best friends were fighting about him, yes that sounded ok. The reason for this was that Harry had received a Firebolt for Christmas, the terribly expensive broom had no sender attached and with the mass murder Sirius Black on the loose and supposedly after him Hermione had found the whole thing suspicious and had reported it their Head of House, Professor McGonagall, who had confiscated the broom until it could be checked for curses.
Ron was upset with Hermione because Professor McGonagall had mentioned that they strip the broom before it could be returned. This meant that he had been the owner of the best broom in the world for a few short hours and now might never see it again. To Ron this was nothing short of criminal. The way he was acting you would not be mistaken to believe it was his broom that had been confiscated.
Harry agreed with Hermione that it was suspicious that the broom had no card or other sort of message. But he was upset that she had told McGonagall without telling him that she was doing so first.
So in summary Ron was pissed at Hermione and not talking to her. Hermione was not taking this well and was cooped up in the library. And Harry was wondering the corridors the Hogwarts because he wanted some time to him self.
From an unused classroom up ahead he heard the sounds of a pair girls sobbing. Stopping to investigate he poked his head in the door to see the Patil twins holding onto one another, not exactly crying but tearing up a lot.
Deciding to see if there was anything he could do to help he called out "Girls, is there anything I can help you with?"
"No Harry, not really" came the reply from Parvati (he could tell by the ties).
"We got a letter this morning saying that our father is going to die sometime before the start of the school year" continued Padma.
"So Harry, there's nothing you can do to make things better, but we could use a shoulder to cry on" Parvati again, moving away from her sister and patting the bit of bench between them.
Harry sat down between the twins, who then scooted up next to him, moving his arms out of the way in the process. Wrapping his arms around them as he had seen people do when comforting others he realized that the shirts worn by the girls were a little on the thin side and this made him feel uncomfortable.
Some time later the twins stopped crying and lifted their heads up off of Harry's shoulders. "Feeling better now?" he asked.
"Yes, thanks." Came the reply from Parvati "We knew that it had been coming for awhile but to read that he's actually going to die hit us hard."
"Known for awhile?" inquired Harry "Can I ask what you mean by that or is it to personal?"
"No, not at all." Responded Padma "Father was hit by a Dark curse in the last war, it wasn't enough to kill him but he was hurt badly enough that he had to leave the Arour Corps. Since then it's only been a matter of time until he died. In a way it's sort of a relic, fathers suffering will be over soon, but it did come as a shock and we will still miss him."
"Enough of this depressing talk sis. Harry what are you doing here?" Asked Parvati.