I hate being so freaking confused. Death eaters, Voldemort, passing a Firebolt on a Nimbus 2000! Someone will tell me. They have to. Mom and dad to the librarian not to let me read anything about Voldemort. I sighed, as I looked down at my food. No way was I hungry. I just want answers. I looked over to the other Gryffindors. Of course! I walked to the other side of the table. "Hugo, I need to talk to you", I requested. Hugo is popular, very popular. " Ok Sarah, just let me finish this story", he responded, finishing his story. I waited about five minutes. "Ok, what is it?", he asked, as I lead him out of the great hall and into the courtyard. I checked to see if anyone was watching, but nobody would be out here in this cold. It was freezing out here. After I knew nobody was here, I went in for the answers. "Who is Voldemort and what are Death Eaters?", I asked. He looked like he could've passed out. Strach that, he looked like he did pass out. He dropped his voice. "Sarah, I don't know where you heard about this, but if you want to know ask dad.", he said, before walking back to his friends. Ask dad. That was the only thing on my mind as I sat back down. ~End of chapter seventeen~